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It took Wolf some time to build up the courage to pass out of the safety of the woods and the Redzone and into the human-world of Kurt's backyard; it did every time he went into Kurt's house. Kurt waited for him on the back porch though, smiling broadly. Wolf could never let his mate down. He stepped out of the shadows of the trees and into the faint light of the backdoor. He had just taken another step when a soft, faraway sound met his ears: a little Arrrr-woooo, coming from somewhere inside the house. He stopped short.

The skin on Wolf's forehead drew tight as his ears pricked up; his pupils dilated as he subconsciously sought out the source of the noise. Aside from his father – not Human's father, his father: the creature that had made him – he had never met another werewolf before. Yet, instinctively, he knew that what he had just heard was the sound of another werewolf. Logically, he realized that that was his son that he had heard. Wolf dropped down to all fours, lifted his head, plastered his ears back against his head and responded to the tiny howl with one of his own. ARRRrrr-WWWOOOOO!

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Kurt felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Alex had a cute little squeaky puppy-howl. Wolf had a deep, intimidating howl: one that evolution had instructed him to fear and cower from. He had to fight back that fleeting urge to flee. This was Wolf: his boyfriend and the father of his baby.

The house was quiet after Wolf howled, almost as though he had shocked it into silence. But then, once the shock had worn off, Kurt could hear Alex start up on his barking, upstairs. Alex had somehow known his father was in the woods about ten minutes before Kurt had planned on going downstairs to check and had started barking then, but had quieted down, eventually. Now that he had confirmation that his other father was here, the barking had returned full-force.

Wolf padded up the stairs to Kurt and rubbed the length of his body against Kurt's side as he passed into the kitchen. Kurt stroked the soft, dark fur as he followed alongside his mate. Wolf sauntered up the stairs without Kurt's direction; Kurt had made it known to Wolf during the previous full moon that he was more than welcome here. Wolf stopped in front of Kurt's door, gave it a cursory sniff, and then continued passed it to the second door. He stared at the doorknob before attempting to open it. Kurt, afraid Wolf would accidently rip the knob off of the door, placed his hand over Wolf's long, clawed fingers and helped him grip it and turn it. Wolf entered into Alex's nursery and Kurt was about to follow when Wolf halted.

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Wolf hadn't known what to expect when he met his son the previous full moon, but he had had certain expectations this time around (mostly based off of what he'd seen last time). His expectations were not met. Alex was almost twice as big as last time. He was walking around, his eyes were open, and he seemed very intelligent and aware of his environment. If Wolf weren't so happy to see his son, he'd whimper in anguish. His son wasn't even two months old and he'd already managed to miss so much of his son's growth. Was this how it would always be? The full moon would wane for the month, Wolf would go back to being some dormant aspect of Human's life and completely miss out on his son's life until the full moon waxed again? His son's life would exist to him as only tiny little snapshots: like the pictures Kurt's family hung over the stairs: moments in time, frozen by memory. A life told in poorly orchestrated stop-motion animation.

Would his son even know who he was?

Apparently so. Alex ran up to him as soon as he had entered the room and began jumping up at him, trying to lick his face with a tiny pink tongue that was not as tiny as it had been the last time Wolf had seen him. For his son's sake, Wolf put aside his despair and decided to enjoy what few moments he had with his son for what they were and not lament what they should have been. Wolf lowered his head so that Alex could get at it more easily. Alex clambered up his face, trying to lick the top of Wolf's head, between his ears. Wolf flipped his head up, causing Alex to fly backwards onto his back. Wolf heard a gasp of alarm come from Kurt, somewhere off to his side, but ignored it. Alex looked at Wolf with a gaze of confusion before barking happily and lunging at his father's head once more.

Alex nipped at his father, eagerly trying to "take him down." Wolf, in turn, play fought with his son: gently grabbing him between his teeth and shaking him much the same way Alex "attacked" his toys. When Alex got out of his father's jaw, he grabbed at Wolf's ear with his needle-like teeth, and held on as his father tried to shake him off.

Kurt dangled something beside Wolf, just inside his peripheral vision. "Play tug-of-war with him." Wolf looked at the rope Kurt held. A memory - one from his and Human's mutual childhood - stirred in his mind's eye. He knew tug-of-war; he remembered this game. Alex fell from Wolf's ear and landed with an "oomph" on the floor as Wolf grabbed one end of the rope in his mouth. He dangled it in front of Alex who pawed at it before sinking his teeth into the other end. Alex backed up, trying to pull the rope away from his father while growling at him. Wolf pretended to struggle and moved forward several inches so that Alex would think he was winning the fight. It brought back another thing he remembered from his childhood; Human's father would let Human win at sports. It had always been very obvious that Human's father was just faking; yet, it still made Human feel good about himself.

There was a momentary flash of light, causing Wolf to whip his head up. Kurt laughed at him as he held up the shiny blue rectangle that had flashed at him. It flashed again. Camera: another one of Human's memories. "Oh, my god. Look how cute he is!" Wolf looked down to see what Kurt was talking about. Alex still hung by the end of the rope, his back paws dangling inches above the floor, as he continued to growl and try to take the rope from his father. Kurt took another picture.

Wolf and Alex played like that for hours: sometimes fighting over toys like the rope, or biting at each other, or wrestling. His son would make a fierce fighter someday. Wolf knocked his head gently against Alex's side, causing him to roll onto his side. He'd done that dozens of times to Alex already, but this time Alex didn't get back up. Wolf craned his neck towards Alex and looked him over: momentarily terrified he'd hurt his son. Alex just batted a paw at Wolf's muzzle, before weakly rolling back onto his stomach. He was having trouble getting his legs beneath his body and once he did, they wobbled furiously as he tried to stand.

Kurt knelt down and scooped him up. "It's almost two in the morning; Alex is exhausted. It's time for him to go to sleep." Kurt held the baby out for Wolf. Wolf, not understanding really, since he hadn't 'slept' in years, lightly poked Alex with his nose and sniffed at him. Kurt, thinking that was a 'kiss,' placed Alex down in the crib. Wolf stood up, and leaned down into the crib. He poked his muzzle at Alex a few more times, trying to get his pup to move, but Alex just whined quietly. "He's not going to wake up for a while: probably not until well passed breakfast, anyway."

Kurt held his wrist behind his back and toed at the ground with a single foot. "Since the two of you can't play anymore, and you and I haven't had any 'grown-up' time in a while, I was thinking maybe tonight we could? I'm on medication so Alex won't get any surprise brothers or sisters."

There was a pleasant smell wafting from Kurt that was subtly growing stronger; Wolf knew that smell, he loved that smell. Evidence of Wolf's excitement became apparent and not just by his wagging tail, either.

Kurt raised his hand up to Wolf's head and started scratching behind his ear. A soft, pleased moan, sounding like a low growl, escaped Wolf's throat as he tilted his head into the touch. Kurt lowered his arm and took Wolf's paw into his own hand. Tugging softly, he guided Wolf to his bedroom.

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If there was one thing Wolf was good at, it was prepping Kurt. Kurt was thoroughly convinced Wolf's tongue was more efficient and effective than any lubricant currently available on the market. Kurt had gleaned enough from other people's discussions about sex to know that "rim jobs" were supposed to be incredibly pleasurable and erotic; however, Kurt was too busy trying not to giggle to notice. If, before he had met Wolf, someone had asked him if he were ticklish, he could quite safely say 'no.' Now, though…not so much. Kurt bit down on his lips to keep from laughing as Wolf's tongue went someplace particularly clever. His leg tensed and squeezed against Wolf's back, pushing his boyfriend's face closer.

Wolf pulled back slightly and licked along Kurt's pulsing erection before moving farther up Kurt's body. Kurt moved his leg and wrapped it around Wolf's waist while he ran the foot on his other leg up and down Wolf's calf. Wolf began slowly rutting against him and Kurt moaned softly at the feel of his boyfriend's penis pushing against his crack. He angled his hips up and squeaked out in surprise as the head of Wolf's cock breached his hole. Kurt wrapped his second leg around Wolf's waist and locked his ankles together, allowing Wolf free-reign to pound him into the mattress.

Wolf gripped Kurt by the hips, careful not to press his claws into the soft flesh. He pulled Kurt closer and angled his hips so that he could thrust stronger and faster. Kurt dug his fingers into Wolf's back, tangling them in the soft, downy fur. Wolf sat back so that he was sitting on his heals, but kept his grip on Kurt's hips so that Kurt was upright as well. He lifted Kurt up a few inches and shoved him back down on his erection, thrusting his hip upwards as he did so.

Kurt's entire body felt like it was getting consumed by a beautiful, wonderful fire. His toes curled up and he pulled at Wolf's fur, trying to keep a grip on his boyfriend. Wolf lifted him up again and dropped him back down as he thrust. Kurt bit at the crook between Wolf's neck and his shoulder, trying to stifle his moans; Alex might not wake up, but someone else always could. When Kurt bit Wolf, Wolf picked up his pace and began thrusting almost violently into Kurt, prompting Kurt to bite harder. Wolf kept up his breathtaking piston-ing. That, coupled with the friction of Kurt's cock rubbing against Wolf's stomach, was the catalyst for Kurt's orgasm. As his cum splattered into Wolf's fur, Kurt could feel his entire body go limp as he suddenly felt light-headed and exhausted. Wolf kept pounding into Kurt's rag-doll body.

Kurt was pretty certain he got hard and came again, but he was so drained and his brain felt so fuzzily, blissed-out that he couldn't even keep his eyes open.

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Kurt was asleep when Wolf finally released into Kurt's nice, tight little ass. Wolf licked at Kurt's face, grooming the sweat off of his forehead. He cleaned up the rest of Kurt's body before cleaning the cum out of his own fur. He cuddled around Kurt's body, spooning him as he slept. Kurt's breathing was slow and deep: very soothing. Wolf thought he might fall asleep himself, but he could feel the night ending. The closer it got to dawn, the more he could feel a tugging in his stomach: like his body was trying to rip inside out. He stayed with Kurt as long as he felt he could. Eventually, he couldn't risk it any longer. He disentangled himself from Kurt's arms, only disturbing him enough to make him roll over and burrow back into his pillows.

It took him a bit of effort to get the door open; doorknobs were not easy to operate. He was careful and quiet as he padded down the stairs; he had paid attention to where the squeaky boards were every other time he'd come up or down the stairs. He went through the kitchen and froze when he saw Kurt's father sitting at the table, coffee in hand. Burt Hummel stared blankly at him. He was dressed in a grey button down cotton shirt with a worn-out, grey ball cap. Part of Wolf recognized the clothing as Burt's work uniform. "He deserves so much better than you." Wolf's ears lowered. "They both do. And if you don't figure yourself out, they're gonna find better than you." Wolf lowered his head; even if he could talk, he wouldn't have disagreed.