Title: We're Sick Like Animals
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, language, mentions of violence
Spoilers: General Season 2
Word Count: 2,300
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: I am absolutely exhausted, from this quadruple update! If I haven't responded to your comments yet, I'll work on that ASAP, but I wanted to get this update to you guys first! Hope you like it!
Blaine woke up with his arms wrapped around Kurt, and he absolutely loved the feeling of it. He knew in his mind that it would never get old. And already he had figured out that it would be a rare occurrence indeed for him to wake up before Kurt, so he intended to take full advantage of it.
Quietly slipping out of bed, he padded his way down to the kitchen, and began preparing an omlet and sausage for his boyfriend. Within a half hour it was done, and Blaine added a single rose in a simple vase to the tray, to add a touch of elegance to the whole scene.
He walked upstairs with the tray, and found his boyfriend still sleeping. Blaine placed the tray down on his desk, and simply stared at his boyfriend for a minute. There was no light streaming in through the windows, as was so often seen in movies or described in books, but it was quite romantic all the same, the light rise and fall of Kurt's chest, the way his hair was splayed across his face.
Recalling the way he had so pleasantly been woken up the other day, a smile spread across Blaine's face, and he decided to return the favor. He had yet to have the chance to give Kurt a blowjob yet, and he was itching to do so.
Sneakily climbing back into bed, Blaine removed his clothes, and slowly slid the sheets off of Kurt. A tiny frown graced the brunette's face, but he did not wake. Blaine silently slipped Kurt's pants down to his ankles. Kurt shifted in his sleep, and Blaine knew that Kurt wouldn't be asleep for much longer. Pulling Kurt's briefs down, Blaine found himself face to face with Kurt's cock, hard from the night's sleep.
Taking a deep breath, Blaine started at the base, licking a streak up to the head of Kurt's cock. Being the light sleeper that he was, Kurt almost immediately began to stir. He looked down, and saw Blaine licking his morning wood. He gasped sharply, and Blaine looked up.
"Shh, just relax baby." Blaine said sweetly. "Let me take care of you." God knows how badly he wanted to. And he resumed his position, licking and sucking lightly, up and down Kurt's cock. Finally, after hearing Kurt moan sleepily, Blaine took it in his mouth.
Kurt nearly came from the sight of Blaine sucking his cock alone. Let alone the wet heat that was surrounding it. Blaine's cheeks were completely hollowed out, and he was sucking like he was born to suck cock. No, like he was born to suck Kurt's cock. Only Kurt's.
Hazily, in the back of Kurt's mind, he remembered that it was a slur, a derogatory term; cock sucker. But really, with Blaine moaning and humming like that around Kurt's member, he really couldn't find a single negative thing about it. All he knew was that it was pretty much the next best thing to actual sex.
Within moments Kurt came inside Blaine's mouth. To his utter shock, Blaine swallowed it hungrily, moaning as he did so. Kurt nearly passed out from the sight of it, combined with the feeling of receiving his first blowjob.
But it seemed that Blaine wasn't finished with Kurt, not just yet. Leaning up to his boyfriend's ear, Blaine lightly traced the delicate shell of it with his tongue. "I want you Kurt. Will you let me take you?"
Far too overwhelmed for any semblance of coherency, Kurt simply nodded, and responded with fervor when Blaine attacked his mouth with his own. Kurt could literally taste himself on Blaine's lips and tongue, and while it was really weird, it was incredibly arousing at the same time. It made him want to taste Blaine, but that would have to wait for a later date, when Blaine was not fingering Kurt's hole.
Without warning, Blaine slipped in two fingers at once, prepping Kurt for only a few minutes, before poising his cock at Kurt's entrance. Kurt was gasping and writhing under Blaine, his cock still sensitive. It was painful, but a pleasurable kind of pain.
"Are you ready baby? Are you ready for me? Can you take me?"
It was painful, and Kurt knew that he was already sore and sensitive, but he wanted Blaine. He wanted Blaine too badly to say no, and he didn't even want to say no in the first place.
"Fuck me Blaine, please. I need you!" Kurt cried, desperation evident in his voice, and Blaine plunged into him. Kurt gasped in pleasure, and arched upwards into Blaine's touch. With a lot of effort, Blaine held himself still, waiting for Kurt to give him the go ahead. He would not hurt his boyfriend, he refused to do that.
Kurt dug his fingers into Blaine's shoulders, and whispered, "Move." And so Blaine did. He immediately began thrusting deep into Kurt, aligning himself so that he could hit Kurt's prostate, and give him the most pleasure. Hearing Kurt's moans and whines were absolutely delicious.
Blaine knew that neither of them would last very long. Kurt was still sleepy, and worn out from his first orgasm, but Blaine was getting tired. But he wanted to make it good for Kurt, amazing as Kurt always made him feel. They had plenty of time, but Blaine wanted to live in the moment, and the moment that was currently going on was pretty fucking awesome.
"K-Kurt, I can't last much longer." Blaine stuttered out, and Kurt seemed to take the hint, wrapping his long legs tightly around Blaine's waist, drawing him in, as closely as possible. And it was all too much for Blaine, being so deep inside Kurt's tight hole. He was soon coming deep inside of Kurt, crying out his mate's name as he came.
Feeling Blaine's cum inside of him nearly pushed Kurt over the edge. And then, before even finishing, Blaine reached up and stroked Kurt's cock, and there was his second orgasm-and oh, the world looked quite pretty when it was spinning.
Blaine suddenly watched in fear as Kurt's eyes rolled back into his head, and his body went limp. Had he-had Kurt passed out? Blaine swallowed and waited, praying that Kurt would wake up soon. He could only imagine going to the doctor for this.
"Um my boyfriend passed out after we had sex."
Yeah, that was definitely not a conversation that Blaine wanted to have with a doctor. And surely the news would get back to Burt Hummel, who would be furious, and probably threaten to cut off his balls, like he once had.
But suddenly Kurt's eyes were fluttering open, and Blaine breathed a sigh of relief. He slumped against Kurt, keeping his weight propped up on his elbows.
"Blaine?" Kurt croaked, his voice heavy with humiliation. "Please tell me I didn't pass out." Blaine chuckled, and twined his fingers into Kurt's hair.
"I can't baby, because you did. Don't worry though, it freaked me out, but I think I'll take that as a compliment."
Kurt groaned, and buried his face in one of Blaine's pillows. The dark haired boy frowned. "Hey now, none of that. I want to see your gorgeous face." Suddenly remembering that he had made Kurt breakfast, Blaine pulled his softened cock out of Kurt, and walked over to the desk. "Are you hungry?"
Kurt sat up almost immediately, and then flushed. "Starving." He admitted, and Blaine grinned, bringing the tray over to Kurt. He set it down on the bed, and the brunette immediately dug into the delicious omlet. Blaine knew it was delicious, it was a family recipe that was absolutely scrumptious.
"You better eat up, we'll be pretty busy this weekend." Kurt frowned at Blaine's words, and shook his head. Blaine watched in surprise. He waited for his boyfriend to swallow, and then he spoke, giving his reasons for shaking his head.
"No, Blaine, I don't want that to be what this weekend is about. I don't want to spend the entire weekend in bed, we have our whole lives for that. But the fact of the matter is, we really don't know a whole lot about each other. I want to get to know you Blaine, I love you. But I don't even know your favorite color! I mean, I don't think it's a valid reason not to mate, but now there's no reason not to get to know each other."
Blaine nodded, and stole a bite of sausage playfully. He munched on it thoughtfully, and nodded at what Kurt was saying. It made sense, and it had definitely been a major reservation before mating with Kurt.
"Okay, I completely agree. I know a little about you, so why don't you ask me questions first. What do you want to know?"
Kurt bit his lip. It didn't look like he had thought this far in advance. "Um, what's your favorite color?" He asked lamely, and Blaine chuckled, wrapping him in a tight hug.
"Blue." He said, the happy laughter still in his voice. "It used to be green, but your eyes are just such a pretty blue, you converted me." Suddenly he ducked his head at Kurt's pretty laugh. "Oh god, that was horribly cliché, wasn't it?"
Kurt continued to laugh, and nodded. "It was." Blaine cast his gaze downwards, his face flushed. Kurt took his chin in his hands, and gazed into Blaine's eyes. "But it was sweet. And it meant a lot to me." Blaine smiled, and Kurt took that as a cue to begin asking more questions.
"So, tell me a little about your family! I hardly know anything about them!"
Blaine sighed, and ran a hand through his hair.
"Well, it's not exactly a great story. My dad is a Public Relations guy. He has a ton of clients, he's pretty famous in the PR world. Too famous to ever be home." Kurt frowned at the bitterness in Blaine's voice, but the Interwolf was broken out of his reverie, and looked at Kurt with a soft smile. "But I'm really glad he's not. He's not pleased that I'm gay. Neither is Mom. She follows Dad around, running a magazine from at home, or whatever hotel they're in at the moment. It's called 'Picture Perfect', and it's basically how to have a perfect life. As you could imagine, there's nothing about raising a gay teenage son in there."
Kurt frowned. That all sounded awful, how did Blaine deal with it? Blaine sighed. "And of course, part of a perfect life is two children, eight years apart, one boy, one girl. So there's my little sister Andy." Kurt quirked his eyebrow at this.
"I take it that your family is a fan of 'Pretty in Pink'?"
Blaine chuckled. "Yeah, that and spelling the names the wrong way. But anyways, there's Andy. She's an Interwolf too, pretty adorable. I love her to death, but Mom and Dad insisted that they hire a tutor, Jenny, to home school her. I think they didn't want her turning out to be a lesbian or something. They blame public school for that."
Kurt sighed, and pressed a kiss to Blaine's lips. "Hey, think of it this way, if you weren't gay, we would never have mated."
Blaine growled, and captured Kurt's lips in a fierce kiss, licking the soft, plump familiar set of lips that he loved feeling all over his body. "Don't even talk about that. I have no doubt, that gay or not, we would have mated."
After a few more minutes of making out, Blaine pulled back reluctantly, and looked at Kurt.
"So now it's your turn. Tell me a little bit about your family. What are they like? I've only met your dad."
"And Finn." Kurt pointed out, and then drummed his fingers against his thigh. "Well, my mother was Madeline Elizabeth Hummel. She and my dad met and mated in high school. She was an Interwolf, and for their time it was really a huge deal, two different species mating. And especially for them, since my mother was of a different social class. Her family didn't disown her, but they didn't approve. I haven't really seen any of my maternal relatives since her funeral."
Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt. "I didn't know your mother died." He said, his eyes wide with sorrow and confusion. "I'm so sorry Kurt."
His boyfriend smiled sadly up at him. "That's okay. You didn't know. But yes, she died. I was pretty young, only eight at the time. But my dad took care of me. He always has, always has been protecting me. That's probably why he's so overprotective."
Kurt cleared his throat, obviously a little emotional over this all. "But he married Carole last year, when I was a sophomore. Finn became my stepbrother, though we had been in a pack with Quinn and Britt since we were all ten. Well, an official pack. If you want to go all the way back though, we kind of became a pack when we were seven."
Blaine smiled. He loved hearing about Kurt, learning all of these special new things about his boyfriend. Kurt clearly felt the same. They spent the rest of the weekend that way, wrapped in each others' arms, sharing memories and favorites, sharing their past, and their feelings, and occasional sweet kisses.
And that was all they really needed.