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"He said you're to wear them nest week," Kurt handed him a box with a note reading "from your sugar daddy" on it. Inside were a pair of shiny, sleek, lime green boots with thick five inch black heels and black straps with silver studs around the ankles.

"Oh, honey!" Randy purred and nuzzled one of the shoes. "Does your brother know me or what?"

"So it would seem, they cost him almost a thousand dollars, designer imports and all that," said Kurt, "Not to mention getting them in your size was hard for him,"

"Nn, I'll bet." Randy VIII bit his lip and smiled, seeming more than a little pleased by the idea. "It'll be like walkin' on money."

"Yes, better not wear those for anyone but Klaus," said Kurt.

"Wouldn't dream of it!" Randy gave the shoe a kiss and placed it carefully back into the box next to its mate. "They'll be my sugar daddy shoes... an' big daddy gonna get a hell of a thank-you when I see 'im!"

"If you aren't careful he might fall in love," said Kurt only half jokingly.

Randy laughed. "He sure got the stuff to win me over."

Kurt patted him on the back, "just don't hurt him, alright?"

His eyes widened. "Why? You love 'im?" He grinned; "You care about Klaus!"

Kurt snorted, "No!" he insisted, "....But....he is family....I suppose..."

"Awww," cooed Randy. "OK, sugar; I'll try not to hurt 'is feelings, just for you!"

Kurt gave him a shove, "Bah!"

Randy VIII giggled and shoved him back playfully.

Kurt snorted and grabbed him, giving him a rough kiss.

He uttered a muffled sound of appreciation, just before leaping on him...