Huntbastian Fanfic (because they are the perfect power couple!)

Summary: Sebastian Smythe is a werewolf. After being rejected by another wolf, Blaine Anderson, Sebastian has given up on relationships until one day a man falls off a cliff and lands in front of him, a man who is his destined mate.

Trigger Warnings For: blood, violence, forced marriage, sex, sexual situations, and bad puns

Playlist for this fic:

Dying to Live, By Joel Piper

Dancing with a Wolf, By All Time Low

Whistle, By Flo Rida

Howl, By Florence + The Machine

Glad You Came, The Wanted

Transitive Property, By Bayside

Your Guardian Angel, By By Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Bullet, By Love is a Story

Disappear, By Motion City Soundtrack

Go Get Her, By This Century

Kiri, By Monoral

Part 1

Dying to live.

"Quadrant Six all clear." Sebastian spoke in barely a whisper over the mic affixed to his throat. The earpiece was tiny and carried on humming as other centuries called in the same. It was quiet. No one on the Pack Dalton patrol was expecting anything today. No rival packs had made noise in months and even the poachers seemed scarce lately. Poachers were always around though, lurking and waiting for an opportunity to kill what they saw as monsters. Sebastian was a wolf shifter, more commonly thought of as a werewolf, but he was no beast. The fact was, the pack happened to be closer to civilization than most and as a result, they had to keep a lower profile. Men who could transform into werewolves were the stuff of legends and nightmares. The reality was very different, and though some packs tangled with humans and killed from time to time, that didn't happen in Westerville, Ohio. Pack Dalton saw to it.

Sebastian Smythe was born a wolf. He had come to Dalton the year before, seeking a more stable pack. His mother and father were professionals and world travelers. Both enjoyed the lifestyle and always considered themselves a pack of three. As time went on, Sebastian craved permanence. Dalton was the answer and Sebastian had settled into his family's old estate.

Privilege aside, no one was immune to routine patrol duty. Today Sebastian had volunteered for it. It was either this or suffer through the mating celebration of Noah Puckerman and Quinn Fabray. Puck's mate was human and no one at Dalton seemed to care. They were known across the country for tolerance and, in fact, hadn't batted an eyelash when they realized Sebastian was gay. Instead, they introduced him to the only other gay wolf they knew…Blaine Anderson. That entire situation hadn't ended well but at least he and Blaine were friends. As for Blaine's mate, a human named Kurt, well...Sebastian was working on a better rapport. Slowly. Blaine and Kurt were will living in Sebastian's family home in order to foster a stronger pack bond and sense of family, but some days, that felt entirely debatable.

It was after the mating ceremony of Kurt and Blaine that Sebastian decided he never wanted to attend another celebration of something he'd likely never find. Not all wolves found their destined mate and every wolf was born knowing that he or she would only get one chance at that kind of forever. Everything else was just a fleeting encounter and fleeting encounters were something Sebastian did very well. Puck's mating ceremony would simply be too much and the second Sebastian pictured himself being forced to watch happy couples dancing and smiling at one another, walking through ravines filled with muddy water and insects seemed a grand alternative. Maybe after his shift he could sneak away to Scandals. That might cure the restlessness he'd been feeling lately. At the very least, he could dance himself sweaty and then attempt to drink the entire bar.

The sound of a loud ATV engine roared somewhere along the ridge above him, cutting into Sebastian's thoughts. "Activity Sector Six." Sebastian spoke quickly as he squeezed the mic at his throat. The sound grew louder. Close. Too close to the perimeter of Pack Dalton territory and now Sebastian could hear the joyous shouts of people on the hunt. "Poachers!"

"Roger Sector Six, do not engage, I repeat, do not engage." The radio dispatcher was speaking on another com system, Sebastian could hear them demanding information in the background. But he was already gone, moving closer to the water-lined ravine and following a trail of sound that was getting louder. The scent hit him them, a scent he'd never encountered though he'd know it anywhere, right to his bones. Mate.

"Sector Six. Do you copy? You are to wait for back up, over. Do not engage. Sebastian, respond!"

The device lay on the ground where Sebastian dropped it after tearing it from his neck. It was getting in the way of his new mission. Finding his mate. His eyes went yellow, the glowing eyes of a wolf. Mate. It was a chant inside Sebastian's mind as he tracked the scent. There was another scent too. Fear. The realization hit him that his mate was the one being pursued by the mob! Fingernails extended to claws and canines elongated as Sebastian let out a low growl. Protect the mate. Shots rattled the air around the ravine. The men were shooting and shouting. They were right on the edge now! Sebastian heard, "kill that son of a bitch!" Just before three more shots were fired and the man, his mate, fell from the edge of the ravine, right over Sebastian's head and face down into the water!

There was no time for revenge. Protect the mate. His mate! With his heart racing and his eyes still very wolf yellow, he pulled the man over to him fast and held them both against the ravine wall as the poachers looked over the edge for evidence of their prey's life or death. He held his breath and clutched his mate close as hot blood flowed freely over both of them and into the water.

"He's gone under," said one of them.

"He's dead." Said another and Sebastian heard the man spit over the edge. "Good riddance. Damien's going to want the body. Let's find a way down."

Shit. The men who shot his mate were apparently hell bent on making sure they'd finished the job! That couldn't happen. Instinct kicked in hard as Sebastian inhaled deeply. The assault of coppery blood, and the scent of the dying man in his arms were enough to get him moving fast. Carrying the man with him, Sebastian trudged through the shallow water to the hollow of a tree along the bank, its roots and underbelly eaten away by repeated flooding. In the shade of tree roots, he turned the man's head towards him. This man, his mate, had such handsome features. At least he would have been handsome if he wasn't so pale and near death. A quick assessment of his mate's body revealed three bleeding wounds. Shit!

"No." With his heart racing like a freight train, Sebastian held his mate's jaw with one hand. "Open your eyes." The stranger's eyelids fluttered, but didn't open. "I need your permission to mate you. I can save you! Please! You're mine." This had to be the very definition of fear. The one person he thought he'd never find had fallen literally into his lap, and now it looked as though Sebastian would never get the chance to know the joy of having a mate. "Fuck that." He said out loud, and then to the man in his arms, "you aren't dying today." It was against pack law to force a mating, and Sebastian could get in big trouble for it, but compared to losing a mate, being kicked out of Pack Dalton seemed like a trivial thing.

There was no time for debate. Names would have to be learned later. First Sebastian had to save the life of the only man he could ever truly commit to. Screw pack law, this was a special circumstance. Dammit! This man was his! Instinct took over and his canines sank deep into the join of his mate's neck and shoulder. So many sensations washed over him, warm skin and the close scent of his mate all lingered with the damp smell of earth and the roots of the tree. The ground was wet, his mate was muddy, and Sebastian didn't care. Marking fluid flowed from his cheeks ran under the unconscious man's skin, and Sebastian tasted his mate's blood for the first time. Two realizations slammed into him immediately. He was mated now. Nothing and no one would ever come between or before the person in his arms. The understanding of that fact was both comforting and terrifying. Sebastian hadn't even learned his mate's name yet, but he'd willingly die so that this person could live.

The second realization, which was far more troubling, was that his mate was not pure wolf. Sebastian had limited experience with human blood, mostly from bar fighting, but a wolf could recognize its own kind. The wolf he was marking had blood that was both wolf and human. It was mixed blood and Sebastian understood why his mate was being hunted. He was a half breed. Half breeds were hated by both poachers and pure bred wolves alike. It cast a different light on who might be hunting his mate and why. Perhaps he was on his way to join Pack Dalton when he'd been discovered? Sebastian might never know because the guy wasn't talking, and he was pale, so pale. Protect the mate. There was only one choice available to save the life of his dying mate, a life bond. Placing a hand over the mark, Sebastian was unsure if he were performing the ritual correctly. He'd only seen one bonding, that of his parents when he was still a pup. They had woven their life forces together because one could not bear to be without the other. Now Sebastian would do the same thing. It had to work. If it didn't, his mate was as good as dead, and Sebastian's wolf was already going into a panic at the thought.

Sebastian's mating mark took effect, the mating bond slid into place. It pulsed weakly between them like a living thing. He concentrated and reached out, not only to his wolf, but the wolf in his arms. "My life runs with yours now. Pack and family are second only to you." He whispered the words he'd remembered his father say to his mother during their bonding ceremony. They were simple words but carried heavy meaning. If it worked, Sebastian had essentially bonded his life force to a dying man. But now he could allow his mate to siphon life force from him in order to heal. A werewolf had natural, accelerated healing abilities, but damage a wolf enough, and the ability would be overridden. It needed a jump start. Seconds seemed to slip away like eternity and nothing happened. "Come on…take me. Use me. Live!" There was no turning back now. If his mate died here in this tree, Sebastian would die with him. How strange that death seemed like a small price to pay for the life of his mate. Instinct was a powerful thing. Clutching his mate close was the best and worst thing he'd ever remember doing.

The man's head moved closer to Sebastian's hair and a pulse moved along the bond. The life bond was working. Sebastian felt himself growing rapidly weak as his strength flowed into his injured mate. Blood stopped flowing; the unconscious man's heart beat became steadier and Sebastian grew incredibly dizzy. Perhaps his mate would drain his life dry while trying to heal. It wasn't unthinkable. "I'm here. I'm with you. You're not alone."

It'll be alright, he thought to himself as he closed his eyes and rested his head against his mate. If he died his mate would live on because Sebastian was unmarked. At least he found his mate. Some people never did. Some people...

"Here! Over here!" A blonde head with a surfer boy haircut popped into the tree. "God Dammit Sebastian! Everyone's looking for you…oh bloody Mother Wolf..."