Title: We're Sick Like Animals

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Sex, language, future mpreg

Spoilers: General Season 2

Pairings: Kurt/Blaine

Summary: In a society where human animal hybrids run amok, Alphas are the dominant species, over humans, or Beta hybrids. An Alpha needs a Beta to feel complete, to feel whole. Blaine needs Kurt to be complete.

A/N: Smut, smut, smut, my attempt at humor. That is how this chapter goes.

Blaine did not like being separated from Kurt. It made him feel antsy and nervous, like anything could happen. Blaine knew in the back of his mind if anything ever happened to Kurt while he wasn't there, he might not be able to take it. In the event that both made it out of that scenario alive, Blaine would most certainly handcuff Kurt to him, and melt the key, without ever leaving Kurt alone again.

But somehow, he had the notion that Burt Hummel might not be too keen on that idea.

Speaking of his mate's father, Blaine was going over to Hummel Tire and Lube to see him right now. There was the matter of working out his 'visiting rights' with Kurt, as Burt had so eloquently dubbed them. Blaine was personally inclined to say, 'screw it' and just let Kurt move in with him. But Kurt's father was very overprotective, and Blaine knew that he would be wholeheartedly opposed to that idea.

The main thing Blaine had to remember today was to keep his emotions in check. Normally that wasn't really an issue for him, but Kurt was a hot button topic for him, as the bush baby guidance counselor Emma Pillsbury would put it.

However Blaine quickly realized that keeping his emotions-or lust-in check would be fairly impossible. Especially with Kurt looking like that.

He had walked into the seemingly empty garage and looked around for the portly mechanic who would be the determining factor in the rest of his life with Kurt. Not that Blaine would really heed Burt Hummel's rules if he were to say that Blaine was no longer allowed to see Kurt. That was something Blaine just would not do.

"Mr. Hummel?" He called out into the garage. There was a clattering sound, and Blaine turned around at the sound of soft footsteps making their way towards him from behind. Blaine turned around. He was surprised to see Kurt, and then he fully took in Kurt's appearance.

Blaine was not embarrassed in the least that his jaw dropped, or the fact that he shamelessly ogled his boyfriend. After all, when Kurt looked like that, stained overalls covering a skin tight t-shirt, his hair mussed, and a streak of grease on the left side of his chin, well there was just no stopping the x rated thoughts zooming through Blaine's mind.

"Blaine! What are you doing here?" Kurt asked, clearly flustered. It was the breathless tone of Kurt's voice that was Blaine's undoing. With a possessive growl, Blaine grabbed Kurt and swung him round, bending him over the nearest car hood. It was a rusty dirty truck, but it would do.

Kurt gasped, staring up into Blaine's deep hazel eyes, suddenly hard at the prospect of getting fucked for a second time that day. Their quick hook up in the closet at school had not been enough for him, he needed more. And he needed it now.

Blaine slid his hands down past Kurt's waist, and cupped his ass, causing Kurt to take a sharp intake of breath. Blaine realized he could have some serious fun with this, and squeezed Kurt's ass, eliciting a high pitched keening sound from his boyfriend.

"You've been working hard in the shop today, haven't you?" Blaine asked, his voice low and growling. "You've been bending over all these cars, displaying your ass for everyone to see, haven't you? I'm surprised people haven't been staring at it. Oh but I'm sure they have. But they can't do anything, because your ass is mine, isn't that right?"

To emphasize the point Blaine smacked Kurt's ass. Deciding to speed things up, Blaine hoisted Kurt up, his muscles in his arm flexing as he did so. He sat Kurt down on the truck, and ignored the confused whimper that passed over Kurt's lips. His mate would be pleased soon enough.

Blaine made quick of Kurt's clothes, hurrying to unbuckle the straps of Kurt's overalls. Blaine quickly pushed them to the ground, not caring whether or not they would wrinkle, or get more dirt on them. Soon Kurt was sitting on the rusty truck in only his tight shirt that emphasized his upper body muscles, and his short, tight, boxer briefs. If their intense making out session hadn't already made Blaine hard, just the sight of Kurt now would have done the job.

Quickly pulling down Kurt's boxer briefs, Blaine knelt on the hard, greasy cement, and took Kurt's length in his mouth. Kurt gasped as his hard cock was surrounded by the warm, wet cavern of Blaine's mouth. He let out a sinful moan, and Blaine hummed around his cock.

He ran his tongue up the side of Kurt's shaft, and wrapped his hand around the base of Kurt's cock, completely encasing it in heat. Kurt moaned once more, and thrusted slightly into Blaine's mouth. Blaine suddenly rose his head, letting Kurt slide out of his mouth completely, and arched his brow, sending Kurt a look clearly telling him that he was the one in charge here.

"Please Blaine." Kurt whimpered, his tone desperate and needy. "Please don't tease me, I'm so close already. I just need to feel you in me. Please Blaine, I need you to fuck me."

Though Blaine wanted to be the one in control of their fun today, he couldn't resist Kurt when he begged. After all, his boyfriend needed him, and who was Blaine to deny what Kurt really wanted and needed?

"Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you." Blaine promised, running his fingers through Kurt's silky cinnamon colored locks. Blaine quickly unzipped his own jeans and slid them down his body, along with his boxers. He decided to leave his shirt on, just in case anyone were to barge in. The two boys could easily get away with it, both being Interhumans, but he didn't want to scar anyone.

Blaine pulled Kurt off of the truck and turned him around, so he was facing his boyfriend's bare ass. Unable to resist, he gave it a quick smack, before literally bending Kurt over the hood of the truck. Leaning over to him, Blaine whispered, "I'm gonna finger you now baby, okay?"

Kurt moaned in response, and Blaine took it as permission to slide his finger into Kurt's wet hole. Blaine groaned, feeling Kurt's muscles clench down on his finger, and he slowly added another one. He began pulling his fingers out, allowing Kurt to fuck himself on them, before slowly spreading them apart, being rewarded by the gasp that escaped Kurt's lips.

Deciding that Kurt was ready, Blaine poised his cock at Kurt's entrance, and keeping his grip tight on Kurt's hips, he slid his cock into Kurt's hole.

Both he and Kurt moaned in unison, and Blaine put all his effort into holding himself still until Kurt squeezed his arm. He then began to thrust in and out of Kurt's tight heat, moaning loudly at the pleasure running through his veins.

God, he could hardly believe this was real, he could hardly believe Kurt was real. There had been a time in his life when he had imagined that he would never find a mate, let alone in high school. After all, how many gay Interhumans were there, preferably ones that at least somewhat resembled wolves? Not many.

But somehow Kurt and Blaine had found one another, and the sex. Was. Awesome. That had been one of Blaine's other concerns, knowing that many people were mated happily, but their sex lives sucked. Obviously they didn't receive handjobs from their boyfriend's in class, then a quick hookup in a closet, followed by fucking them over the hood of a car.

Deciding he wanted Kurt to come first this time, Blaine reached in front of Kurt and grabbed his cock and squeezed lightly. He was instantly rewarded with Kurt shouting his name loudly, the sound ricocheting off the walls, and breaking the silence of the garage.

Feeling Kurt's tight muscles clench and convulse around him was too much for Blaine, and with a loud, "OH FUCK KURT!" He was coming deep inside of Kurt, filling his boyfriend with the result of their activities.

Blaine felt his cock softening, but he knew he was more than capable of going for another round, if it weren't for the man that spoke up from the garage office.

"Anderson. I want you to get the fuck away from my son now."

Kurt gasped and whirled around, his eyes wide with shock and humiliation. Much to his horror-and Blaine's-Burt Hummel was standing at the door, glaring at the pair. Blaine gulped, and quickly slid out of Kurt. His boyfriend instinctively moaned at the loss of fullness, which only resulted in Burt's glare intensifying by a hundredfold.

"D-daddy, he's my mate." Kurt stuttered out. "Y-I need him. Dad, please, I'm sorry that you caught us like this-"

"You're sorry that I caught you, not for having sex with your boyfriend." Burt snarled. Blaine bit his lip in fear. Burt Hummel was seeming more and more like a tiger as the time passed by. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you're underage. And I don't know who the hell you are pup," Blaine growled at the derogatory term, "but you need to get the hell away from my son, mate or not."

"No!" Kurt cried out, clearly angry and upset. In the process both he and Blaine had fully clothed themselves, and now had retained a little of their dignity back. "Daddy, you can't stop a mating. If you tell me I can't see Blaine, then I will find ways to see him!"

Burt Hummel did not waver in his glare, but he seemed to soften slightly.

"My office. Now."

Blaine and Kurt exchanged a glance. If they survived this, they were never having sex where Burt Hummel might walk in on them again.