A/N: Kind of campy, kind of cute and fluffy - from the shapeshifter verse that includes 'Man's Best Friend' and 'Once You Go Ridgeback…' Kurt taking Sebastian on a walk and what happens when an overbearing man starts flirting with Kurt and won't take no for an answer.
"When we get home, we'll take a long, hot shower," Kurt said, teeth chattering. He wraps one arm around his torso, his whole body shivering against the cold within his wool coat. "And I'll make us some nice, hot soup."
Sebastian, trotting along quickly alongside his master (since that was what Sebastian considered Kurt when he was with him in his dog form) looked back at Kurt with sympathetic green eyes, snuffling in the cold air in response.
Kurt stopped and stooped down, letting the Rhodesian crowd up against him, nuzzling against his neck.
"Thank you for coming out on a walk with me, though," Kurt whispered against the dog's neck. "Next time I'll listen when you tell me it's too freakin' cold."
"That's a beautiful dog you've got there," a deep, flirty voice spoke down to Kurt where he knelt, wrapped up in affectionate licks and yips from his gorgeous boyfriend in the form of a Rhodesian Ridgeback. Kurt didn't respond right away, too caught up in Sebastian's warm breath against his cheek until the man cleared his throat, obnoxiously commanding Kurt's attention. Kurt looked up, eyes meeting the dark gaze of a tall, muscular man staring at him with an amused half-smile on his lips – a condescending amused half-smile.
"Thank you," Kurt said, scratching Sebastian one last time behind the ears before standing again. "He's one of a kind."
"He's a Rhodesian," the man scoffed, "they're not rare. I've trained over a dozen of them in my lifetime. But its owner, I must say," he said with a long, leering look down Kurt's body, "is exceptional."
Kurt ignored the compliment, glancing down at Sebastian who looked back up at him, doing the dog equivalent of rolling his eyes.
"Though I must admit he has unique eyes for a Rhodesian." The man sounded baffled. He stared at Sebastian, scrutinizing the dog that stood protectively by Kurt's side. "Well, he can't be a pure-blooded Rhodesian then," the man concluded with an annoying, superior tut.
"Excuse me, sir," Kurt said, pulling himself to his full height. which he was happy to see was an inch taller than the ignoramus in front of him, "my dog happens to come from a royal bloodline."
"Huh, I'd like to see his papers," the man challenged.
Kurt shook his head.
"Good for you," Kurt said, "but if you don't mind we have somewhere we need to be."
Kurt moved to the side to walk around the man, but he sidestepped back in front of them. Sebastian stepped in front of Kurt and growled low, his hackles bristling.
"My name is Cyrus, by the way," the man said, ignoring Sebastian's obvious warning and extending a hand for Kurt to take.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Kurt warned in a dangerous tone, keeping both hands locked on Sebastian's leash. "My dog's not exactly tame, and he doesn't like men."
"Then you should muzzle him in public."
"I don't have to," Kurt spoke through clenched teeth, "because nobody usually bothers us."
"Or you know what? You should bring him by my studio. We can train that right out of him." Cyrus glared into Sebastian's eyes, almost daring the threatening dog to attack him.
"I don't want to train it out of him," Kurt countered, tugging back gently on the leash and taking a step back, Sebastian following suit, his eyes never leaving Cyrus's face.
"Oh, so you're one of those types, huh?" Cyrus said, advancing regardless of how many times Kurt stepped away.
"What type?" he sneered, not particularly interested in Cyrus's opinion, but eager to find a way around him. Every time Kurt stepped to the left or right, Cyrus blocked his way, and as much as he would love to see Sebastian rip this guy apart, he didn't want to deal with the repercussions of being reported to animal control.
"The type that can't manage a relationship with a real man, so you buy a dog and treat it like…what? Your child or your husband?" Cyrus narrowed his eyes and looked at the way Kurt stood with the dog wedged between them. "I'm guessing husband." Cyrus winked suggestively, and Kurt suddenly felt dirty at the implication…an implication that was right on the money as it turned out.
"Look," Kurt said firmly, "I don't know who the hell you think you are, but this conversation is over." Kurt stepped back and to the side but Cyrus slipped in front of him again. Kurt's face flushed red. "I'm warning you, if you don't leave us alone I'll…"
"You'll what?" Cyrus drawled, leaning over Sebastian again to talk into Kurt's ear. "Sic your dog on me? If that dog even thinks about touching me, I'll have him impounded so fast…"
A familiar trickling sound caught Kurt's attention, and he laughed even before Cyrus leapt away.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Cyrus yelled, hopping away on one foot. Kurt could plainly see the dark, wet stain spreading up the man's pant leg and his soaked, once white sock, stained a dingy yellow.
"I warned you," Kurt said. "You were blocking our way and he really had to go."
Sebastian didn't wait another second. He took off, pulling Kurt along behind him, his lowered tail twitching to the left in anger. Sebastian dragged Kurt through a puddle, nearly ruining his suede shoes, but for once Kurt could care less. Sebastian was heading straight for their loft and Kurt knew what would happen the second they got there.
Kurt barely slid the door shut and the dog was on him, standing up on his hind legs and pinning Kurt against the wall, muzzle transforming quickly into human lips and tongue, deliciously chill and still smelling of the cold New York air while the rest of Sebastian's body changed, auburn fur morphing back into human skin in a wave down Sebastian's back. This was the part of Sebastian's transformation Kurt loved most; that within the body of the beautiful dog was his even more beautiful, naked boyfriend, hot and ready whenever Kurt wanted him.
"God," Sebastian moaned, his lips blazing a trail of fiery kisses down Kurt's neck, his arms winding around his trim waist, hands sliding into the back pockets of Kurt's jeans, "what an ass."
"Are you talking about mine?" Kurt giggled past a moan. "Or are you talking about Cyrus?"
"Kurt," Sebastian scolded without looking up from the bruise he was sucking into the skin over Kurt's collarbone, "don't talk about it. I don't want to lose my hard-on."
"Did you have to pee on him, though?" Kurt chuckled.
"Next time I see him I'm going to bite him, impound or no," Sebastian said, rolling his hips against Kurt's body and undoing the buttons of his shirt.
"I'll bite him myself," Kurt moaned, turning his neck so Sebastian could mark the other side. "Nobody messes with my dog."