Title: We're Sick Like Animals
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, language, future mpreg
Spoilers: General Season 2
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 2,200
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: Karofsky has returned!
Waking up next to Blaine was probably the best feeling ever. Kurt realized Blaine's arms were still circled around him, and his back was pressed up against Blaine's chest. He loved how he fit so well, nestled against the man he loved. Even after last, night, even after laying the basics of his deepest secret bare, Blaine still loved him, still wanted him.
And Kurt wanted to do something for Blaine. He wanted Blaine to feel as good as he had made Kurt feel, the night previously. At first Kurt's mind drifted to cards and flowers, but he soon realized exactly what to do, as he felt Blaine's morning hard on pressing into his upper thought.
Utilizing his feline traits, he slid down beneath the sheets, trying to make as little motion as possible, keeping Blaine asleep. Thankfully he was successful in that aspect, but realized that things would be a little trickier, when he had to remove Blaine's boxers.
Carefully sliding them down, making sure not to brush against Blaine's skin, Kurt was face to face with Blaine's cock for what seemed like the first time. The past two times they had been so lust driven, so controlled by their hormones, that they hadn't really taken time to pause and admire each other. But now that he had the opportunity, Kurt was certainly admiring the view.
Blaine's cock was absolutely…beautiful. Kurt didn't know if that was the right word to describe the appendage, but it was the only one he could think of at the moment. It was long and thick, surrounded by dark hair. Kurt was overcome with the desire to wrap his mouth around it.
And so he did so.
Blaine was still asleep, but Kurt wrapped his lips around the head of Blaine's cock, licking the purpled head. He immediately tasted Blaine, the musky scent filling his nose. How Blaine always seemed to smell like pine escaped Kurt, but it seemed appropriate enough, thinking back to his lupine roots.
Sliding his mouth further down Blaine's cock, Kurt noted that Blaine had begun to stir. He tossed back the sheets, so Blaine could see exactly what he was doing when he woke up. Kurt wanted Blaine to feel good. He had never had sex before Blaine, but the Interjackal that had previously attempted to claim Kurt had basically shaped Kurt's skills. He knew exactly how to make a man feel good. It wasn't a skill that he was particularly proud of, but he decided he might as well put it to good use with Blaine. He might as well pleasure the man he loved.
Blaine's eyes slowly blinked open, and the first thing he was aware of was the tight heat surrounding his hardened cock. "Wha-?" He croaked sleepily, and looked down, only to see Kurt's big blue eyes staring up at him, looking sinfully innocent, with his lips red and wrapped around his cock. God, Blaine nearly came from the sight alone.
"Kurt!" Blaine gasped out, instinctively thrusting into the wet cavern that was Kurt's mouth. Kurt smirked around Blaine's cock, and without warning, took Blaine in his entirety into his mouth. He paused for a moment, relaxing his gag reflex, and then squeezed Blaine's hips.
Blaine immediately understood, and thrusted again slightly, feeling the tight heat coiling in his belly. The Interwolf clutched tightly onto Kurt's hair, and pulled sharply when he felt the warning signs growing. Kurt immediately realized what Blaine meant, and pulled his mouth off of Blaine with a loud pop, licking the salty pre cum off of his lips.
The sight of Kurt, his lips swollen and cherry red, his blue eyes bright with excitement and satisfaction, and his hair mussed up thanks to Blaine's doing was enough to push Blaine over the edge with a hushed groan.
His cum splattered all over his chest, and Kurt grabbed a rag from his bedside table and began to clean Blaine up.
The dark haired young man fell back against the pillows and groaned. "God Kurt! That was incredible. I swear, that was the best possible way to wake up." Kurt grinned widely in response, and Blaine immediately noticed the fact that Kurt was still hard.
"Oh hey!" Blaine said, propping himself up on his elbows. "Hey, you're still hard, let me take care of you." He was surprised by Kurt shaking his head, and sitting back on his knees.
"No, it's okay Blaine. That was all about you, I wanted to do something for you, to show you how much I love you. I can take care of myself, it's okay. I have to take a shower now anyways." Blaine bit his lip, and then a brilliant idea struck.
"Well maybe I can take care of you in the shower?" He asked with a funny waggle of his expressive eyebrows. He was rewarded with the beautiful sound of Kurt's melodic, tinkling laugh, but was dejected by his mate's head shaking once more.
"No, Blaine, remember my dad? Open door policy? I'm sure he's awake by now, and he really does not need any more reasons to hate you. I like having my mate alive, okay?" Blaine paled slightly, though he would obviously deny it. He had forgotten about Burt. He had a newfound respect for the man, knowing that he was only trying to take care of his son, to protect him from anymore bastards who wanted to hurt him. The only difference was this time, Blaine would help protect Kurt too.
"Okay, okay. Just go and take a shower already. Waste water by having us take two showers." Kurt rolled his eyes and stood up, stretching his arms above his head as he did so, allowing Blaine a lovely view of Kurt's toned chest. Blaine had been pleasantly surprised to find that washboard abs lied underneath those fashionable shirts he wore. He knew according to Finn, the entire pack was very well developed in the muscle department, and he was curious as to the reason. But for now he would just enjoy the view.
Kurt spent five minutes carefully selecting an outfit, and as he turned to walk into his bathroom, Blaine smacked his ass. Kurt turned around to smirk at Blaine and roll his eyes at him. It was becoming an obsession really; Blaine was addicted to Kurt's ass.
Kurt obviously decided to play on that, because he began to sway his hips and ass as he walked, saucily like a cat. His every move was dripping in sensuality, much like the domestic cat blood that ran through his veins. He had long ago determined that he was not part tiger like his father and grandfather, but part domesticated cat like his grandmother. He had always thought that it was an odd combination, wolf and cat, but now that he had a mate to please, a mate that liked to look at him, well, he was quite glad for the natural sensuality that flowed through his bloodstream.
The countertenor's shower was quicker than normal that day, only needing a minute or two to get himself off. He couldn't even bring himself to be embarrassed that Blaine had surely heard him scream his name, as well as the entire household. He was almost positive he heard his father burst into the room, but there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Burt could hardly punish his son for jerking off.
Kurt made quick work of his personal grooming and clothing. His hair was perfectly coiffed, and his clothing choice of a sleek black and white ensemble was flawless. Kurt completed his skin care regime, which made his skin practically glow. Kurt smirked at the reflection in the mirror. Hot damn he looked sexy.
Blaine raised his eyebrow as Kurt slunk out of the bathroom. His mate was acting particularly…sultry today. Not that Blaine really had any complaints, but it was an interesting development. "Kurt, are you alright? You seem…different today."
Kurt smirked. "I'm fine. I guess I woke up on the cat side of the bed today." Noting Blaine's confusion, he elaborated. "It's a joke within my family and the pack. It means that my cat hormone levels are higher than my human or wolf ones."
Blaine nodded in understanding, and shivered when Kurt began to nuzzle against his shoulder. "I get the feeling like today is going to be a very long day." He murmured quietly to himself.
He had no idea.
XxXx
"So you mean Burt didn't kill you?"
Blaine was currently talking to Finn about his experience with the teen's stepfather, while Kurt-who was perched on Blaine's lap-was trying to figure out what was happening between Brittany, Santana, and Artie. It seemed to be a difficult task, since Brittany Pierce had an…interesting personality, from what Blaine saw.
The room was filled with light chatter, but when Dave Karofsky entered the room, suddenly the voices all died down to whispers, many of them revolving around the Interwolf who held everyone's attention.
Karofsky looked like hell, his hair sticking up in odd places, his eyes red and bloodshot, with purple bruises under them, indicating a lack of sleep. His clothes were wrinkled, and he held a terrifying look in his eye, a mixture of pain, anger, jealousy and…well, a little insanity.
Blaine instinctively tightened his grip on Kurt's waist, but to his surprise, the brunette slipped out of his grasp and stood. He began making his way over towards Karofsky, and Blaine immediately stood in fear and jealousy, his chair scraping loudly across the linoleum floor as he pushed it back.
What was Kurt doing? Was he choosing Karofsky after all? Blaine knew it was irrational for him to think this way, but he couldn't help it. Plenty of weird things had been happening the past few days, and he loved Kurt too much to let him go. And he was suddenly so fucking scared that Kurt would ask him to stand by and watch as he became Karofsky's mate.
In the back of his mind, Blaine pitied Karofsky. They had never been friends, always in competition as the two top Alphas, but now that Kurt had been added into the complicated equation, it gave them both a middle ground. Blaine couldn't imagine having to watch Kurt be with someone else, love someone else. He felt bad for Karofsky, but not bad enough to sacrifice his relationship with the best person who ever happened to him.
"Dave?"
Kurt's voice was soft, but it carried across the distance to Karofsky's ears. They immediately perked up, and he stared at Kurt, his eyes lighting up with the hope that he dared not voice, in case it was dashed. Kurt saw that hope, and bit his lip. He knew he couldn't give Karofsky what he wanted, but he could try to bridge the distance between them.
"I'm sorry that I didn't choose you." Kurt was sincere in that apology, though he did not by any means regret choosing Blaine. "I'm sorry that I hurt you. But I'd like to be friends, if you're willing. If you'd rather just cut ties though, I completely understand."
Karofsky looked at Kurt with a mixture of horror and despair. The young man of his dreams, his mate wanted to be friends, while he pranced off with Anderson, letting the cocky Interwolf fuck him, use him, and soil him while he could not touch him.
The injustice and cruelty of the world was heartbreaking.
"I'd like that." Karofsky croaked. If he couldn't have Kurt now, maybe he could have Kurt later. Maybe they wouldn't have an on-sight mating, but a long bonding one. Yeah, maybe this could work out. Well, that was what he thought until Anderson stood up and began to speak to him.
"You can be friends, but I swear to god Karofsky, if you hurt him, or try anything with him, I will end you. He's my mate, and I don't want you near him, but if that's what he wants, then so be it. Just remember who he mated with.
Karofsky sneered at Blaine. "Cool it Anderson. He may have chosen you, but you aren't mates yet." Thank god for that. Karofsky vaguely knew Burt Hummel, but what he knew of him made him confident that he would never allow for a shotgun mating.
"Actually…" Kurt said apologetically, and Karofsky's head snapped towards him in horror. Oh god, Kurt couldn't mean what he was implying, could he?
"I'm sorry Dave, but we mated, um, we mated the day we met." Karofsky stared at the pair in agony. How could this be happening to him? Was this karma for all the bullying he had done in his life? If so, he would do every good fucking deed he could in his life if it could somehow bring Kurt to him.
"Well…um, congratulations I guess. I-I'll see you around." Kurt watched sadly as Dave walked to his desk as if in a trance, pain in his every step. He sighed and leaned into Blaine, who instantly wrapped his arms around Kurt.
He felt bad about rejecting Karofsky, but he wouldn't give this up in the world depended on it.