Kurt had never imagined sex could be that good. It had been a bit painful at first, but the things that werewolf could do with his tongue… It made Kurt shudder to think about it. Last night had been the night of the full moon, meaning he had one more night to (hopefully) spend with the werewolf before the cycle ended. If he could find the werewolf again tonight, he intended to figure out who he was. There was no reason for them to only enjoy themselves during the full moon.

But what if it had only been a one-time thing? If it had been a one-time thing, Kurt would be devastated. If this were to turn into something on-going, Kurt could convince himself that it was love at first sight; that they were both overwhelmed by the power of love, or something saccharine sweet like that. If not, if it were only a one-night stand, Kurt didn't think he would be able to convince himself that he was anything other than a common whore. He'd slept with an animal after only a few minutes of knowing each other. Yes, that animal was also a human (kind of), but it's not like he had ever seen the human side of him, so he really couldn't say if he were attracted to the human side of him.

But it had been so good. And the werewolf had been so gentle and caring with him. Well, mostly. Kurt smiled devilishly to himself as he wondered just how long he'd have the imprint of tree bark on his back.

Shoving a blanket into an empty bag, Kurt slinked silently from his house and into the woods bordering his back yard. The house's proximity to the Redzone was the reason the Hummel-Hudsons had been able to afford it, even after the expenses of the wedding and the expenses of private school for Kurt. No one in their right mind wanted to live so close to the Redzone.

The walk to where he had found the werewolf the previous night was a good half hour, but tonight it took a lot less time to find him.

xoxoxo

Wolf watched as, one by one, the lights flicked out in the house. It hadn't been too difficult to figure out where the human lived; when he had come out for the night, Wolf had simply gone back to where he had left the human and tracked his scent. Wolf wanted to do so many things with the human, but they only had a limited amount of time. Wolf was free to wander the woods once the sun went down, but the human didn't come out until all of the lights had gone off in the house, wasting a good three hours or so. Then, of course, Wolf had to be back home, in his cage like a good wolf, before the change came. If the change came while Wolf was outside his cage, Human would figure out he could get out of his cage and then there would be trouble. Human might try and find better ways of locking him up during the full moon.

When the human came out, Wolf stuck to the shadows, hiding behind trees and bushes. He liked mating with the human, but he wanted to play. Play-hunting was a great deal of fun to Wolf, but he'd never tested his skills against a human. Once the human was all the way in the woods, Wolf fell into step behind him, keeping as silent as possible and ducking behind trees when necessary.

xoxoxo

Kurt had the strangest sense that he was being followed, but every time he turned around, there was nothing. After about ten minutes, Kurt was starting to get creeped out at the pervasive feeling that he was being watched. Kurt stopped and closed his eyes and sucked in his breath, trying to steady his heart. The werewolf might not be a threat to him, but there were plenty of other unhumans in the Redzone that very well could hurt him. It was really and truly stupid for Kurt to come out twice in a row.

xoxoxo

Uh-oh. The human was scared again. The human knew Wolf was there, but every time he had turned around, Wolf had hidden himself. But, he didn't want to scare the human. Scaring him was not part of the game. When the human stopped walking, Wolf continued on. He came up behind the human and licked a long patch of skin, from the base of the back of the human's neck to tip of his ear. The human's hand shot out, whacking him in the head like an annoying insect. Wolf took it in good stride, though. He knew from the human's heartbeat that he had startled him.

The human wheeled around, his eyes wide in fright until he realized that it was Wolf, then his expression softened into one of indulgent annoyance. "Holy crap, don't do that again! I nearly wet myself." The human reached his hand out to Wolf and stroked his face. Wolf nuzzled into the hand. He liked the human petting him. He wondered for a minute if the human would let him be like a pet to him: a pet and a mate. But then he remembered another human that would never let that happen. He couldn't be with this human when the sun was out, otherwise Human would have a conniption fit. Oh, well. He'd enjoy what he could, when he could.

Now that the human was in on the game of play-hunting, Wolf bounced back onto his hind legs for a moment, licked across the human's face and bounded off farther into the woods.

xoxoxo

Kurt watched confusedly as the werewolf ran away from him. Just before it disappeared out of Kurt's sight, into the thicket of trees, it stopped, turned around, backtracked a few steps and watched Kurt expectantly. Kurt walked towards him, but stopped when he saw the werewolf duck down and then lunge at him at full speed. The werewolf stopped just before he reached Kurt and took off running into the woods again. After watching the werewolf backtrack a few more times and repeat his actions, Kurt thought maybe he'd figured out what was going on, "I'll follow you, but I'm not chasing you." The werewolf's ears lowered. He looked pitiful. "Oh, for the love of…fine."

The werewolf perked back up and ran off into the woods. Kurt rolled his eyes and ran after him. The creature was incredibly fast, making it difficult for Kurt to keep track of him, let alone catch up. But every now and then, the werewolf would circle back when Kurt couldn't see him and rush him from the sides, always keeping just out of Kurt's reach. Kurt had to admit, it was kind of fun. He hadn't played tag since he was a child; he'd never been very good at it, but he had loved it when he was little. The other kids rarely wanted to play with him, though, souring such childish games in his mind. But this? Letting lose when there was no one there to judge you, or call you a pansy, or a girl, or a sissy: this was fun. It was just Kurt and an overgrown mutt.

When Kurt was out of breath, he sunk down to the ground, balancing his weight on his heels.

xoxoxo

Humans obviously weren't quite as fit as deer, but the human had still done rather admirably. Wolf sauntered over to the human and sat next to him on the ground. The human was digging through a bag he had slung over his shoulder. He pulled out a large blanket, like the one Human draped over himself before and after the change so his father wouldn't see him naked. To Wolf, blankets were a stupid idea, but he understood the logic behind them. Humans had far too little fur to keep them warm; they needed all the fake fur they could get their hands on.

This human didn't drape the blanket over himself, though. He spread it out on the ground in front of him. Once the blanket was smoothed out, the human began removing his fake fur and putting it into the bag. Smart idea; the human must have gotten overheated while running with him. The human was very delicate with his coverings: undoing each button, folding each individual piece nicely, even retyping his laces before putting them in the bag. Last night the human had nearly bit his head off when Wolf tried helping him get his pants off. Apparently sharp teeth were no substitute for nimble fingers. Wolf had human-like hands, complete with opposable thumbs, but they were unused to tasks that required manual dexterity, making Wolf clumsy anytime he tried to use them as anything other than paws.

Once the human was naked, he laid down on the blanket and watched Wolf through partially closed eyes, a smile on his lips. Wolf wasn't stupid; he knew what was going on. The human must be hot and tired. Unfortunately for the human, Wolf still wanted to play. He walked a few feet away and came back with the perfect sized stick and dropped it on the blanket next to the human. The human's eyes rolled around in their sockets.

xoxoxo

Kurt wanted to be annoyed at how dense the werewolf was, he really did, but he was just so damn cute. Kurt decided to humor him for a while. He picked up the stick and tossed it as hard as he could.

After about ten minutes of fetch, Kurt decided he had to give a lot of credit to pitchers. He'd never had a dog before, had never played catch with his dad, had never done any real sports other than his short stint in football, so he'd never realized how exhausting that repetitive motion of throwing something could get. The next time the werewolf brought the stick back, Kurt placed it on the ground next to the blanket.

Cocking his head to the side, the werewolf bent down and used his nose to push the stick closer to Kurt: a not so subtle hint to throw it again. Kurt patted the blanket next to him, hoping the werewolf would pick up on his not so subtle hint. He did…sort of.

The massive mound of fur stretched out beside him on the blanket, his head nuzzled against Kurt's shoulder, but did nothing more. Kurt began stroking the werewolf's fur, allowing his hand to roam wherever it pleased. It didn't take long for him to find the werewolf's penis. He stroked it a few times, feeling his own erection swell at the thought of having sex again. The moment the werewolf's heightened senses picked up on Kurt's arousal, his eyes dilated and he climbed on top of Kurt.

xoxoxo

Kurt's eyes fluttered open. The morning light blinded him. He ached all over: partially from the phenomenal sex, partially from sleeping on the hard ground all night. He and the werewolf had had sex, played some more, then had sex again. After the second go-around of sex, the unhuman curled around Kurt and snuggled against him. Kurt had talked to him for a good long while. He told him about himself, about what he enjoyed in life, what he hoped to get out of life. He was pretty certain the werewolf not only listened, but actually understood. At least, he seemed to be paying attention; he licked Kurt at appropriate times during his soliloquy. He had fallen asleep resting his head on the werewolf's chest. It was wonderful. Kurt was positive that this was the beginning of a new and better relationship for him. But then he rolled over.

He was alone.