Fic: Rare Exception (19/22)
Title: Rare Exception - 19/22?
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dave Karofsky, shifter, realizes that Kurt Hummel smells like a female wolf in heat. In this discovery, both boys discover something about themselves and each other.
Warnings: Shifters, female genitalia on a male (aka b!p), heat, sex, mating, possible mpreg.
AN: Previous chapters found here. Chapter Count is kinda tentative.
At school Dave, Kurt, Santana and Brittany started staying close. Archer was threatening and had involved some non-wolf bullies by giving them half truths. It was the safest way to do things, close together, and Dave found that he liked it a lot. It felt safe and like he had a group of friends. Sure that group of friends was small but it felt good. It felt honest and true. They could take care of each other. Sure, they had a lot of questions about their future but it was nice. He felt comfortable.
"We're like our own wolf pack," Brittany said cheerfully as they walked down the halls. "Only I'm just a wolf's girlfriend. It's kind of awesome."
She was right. It was awesome.
That afternoon Dave told his parents that he wanted to go to school in New York to be with Kurt and support both of their dreams. "We both want to get out of here and find ourselves and Kurt's place is in New York," he said, watching their expressions. His father looked supportive and quiet, while his mom looked positively exhausted. He knew they were both going through a lot because of all they stood for.
"I'm happy for you," his mother said gently. "I think that New York would be a good place for you to go to school. New York's wolf community is rather accepting. I don't really want any from our pack here right now while the Northern side is dangerous."
He nodded. "Things aren't getting any better?" he asked gently.
"No," she said. "Working on it though, Davey."
"Mom," he asked softly, not wanting to bother her more because of all she had done for him, but at the same time he had to ask. "Kurt and I, well, and Santana have been talking about the whole mating thing and how it works. Did mating prevent you from, you know, going off and going to college and stuff? I mean, I didn't mean that in an offensive way but you've lived here all your life."
His mother turned and his father tensed. His mother nodded slowly. "It wasn't the entire reason," she said, "but yes, I do think the urge to mate young played its role."
Dave nodded. "Kurt and I really want to mate one day," he said, not adding his strange desire to mate his lesbian best friend. "I hope that it doesn't get in the way of college though, because we both have our dreams."
"I don't think anything could stop either of you from obtaining your dreams," his father cut in. That made Dave smile. He believed in himself and he believed in Kurt.
Sometimes, when Dave had trouble thinking, he wrote down lists and brainstorming maps just to get everything in place. That was what he found himself doing when he got back up to his room. The first thing he wrote down was: college.
College was important to him. He was exceptionally good at academic things and he really wanted to go far in life. He wanted to major in Psychology or Criminal Justice. He wanted to be pretty skilled in whatever field he ended up in. He also had a desire to learn.
Next to college, he wrote the name of his everything: Kurt.
Kurt was so important. Kurt was everything to him and he knew that he didn't deserve the wonderful life he was growing with his boyfriend. He had been the worst person in the world to Kurt and the fact that Kurt was his now was nothing short of a miracle. He would do anything to please Kurt and wanted Kurt to have everything that he wanted from life. He drew a heart randomly, adding, "everything Kurt wants" inside of it. It was so freaking sappy but he wanted Kurt to have everything he wants.
He added 'supportive job' near 'college,' because although Dave was unsure of what he wanted to do in his life, he knew he wanted it to support a family. That led to kids. God, yes he wanted kids. He wasn't sure if that was his biological urge or his urge for Kurt talking, but he wanted to have kids with Kurt.
He wasn't going to sleep well that night.
Dave's prediction was quite correct, because he went to McKinley the next day completely sleep deprived. He stepped over to his locker cautiously, before picking out his books. He then took his plans, the ones he'd written up in a fury the night before, and slipped them into Kurt's locker. Of course, life couldn't be simple for one Dave Karofsky, ever. Archer sauntered up to him and shoved him against the locker. "Pathetic," he snarled, looking Dave in the eye. Dave looked back at him, glaring.
"What the hell is your problem?" Dave asked. "I wasn't doing anything to you." He realized, of course, that his defense was a little weak, considering the fact that he used to terrorize Kurt for little more than walking down the hall. God, he hate who he used to be. He shook his head at the very thought and then moved away from Archer. The little jerk didn't take no for an answer though and followed.
"My problem is freakish wolves like you!" he said, growling. "You and your little shit of a fag boyfriend. His mom was like the queen of the fuck ups and you're letting him follow right in your footsteps."
Dave wasn't sure if it was guilt, sleep deprivation or anger that led to him shoving Archer, hard. "I'm so fucking tired of you," he practically growled. "You don't even know what you're fighting for man. Kurt, Santana, me, we're all just trying to live life."
"Fuck you Karofsky," he snapped. "You don't even get it. Fairy's clouded your judgment."
"Do not talk about Kurt," he said, finding himself enraged. He grabbed the other boy by the collar of his shirt and shoved him into the locker, hard. Archer hit it with a surprised yell and a bang and crash. "You do not talk about my boyfriend." They shoved each other back and forth, angry shoving. Dave just wanted to pound the older boy in the face. It hurt so much dealing with all of the ridiculously stuff he was forced to.
"Hey, hey guys stop it!"
Mike Chang came rushing from a classroom to get between them. "Hey, come on guys," he said, his reflexes sharp as he met each attempted punch Archer made. He looked at them and muttered, "wolves," under his breath before physically pulling Dave away from the smaller boy. "Not worth it Karofsky, not when you have Kurt."
It was probably true. Dave groaned, hit the locker and then turned to go outside.
Unfortunately, Archer wasn't having it, breaking out after him. Dave was pretty sure that Chang wasn't going to follow after. This was a wolf thing that had to happen once and for all, despite the fact that Dave's logic and better judgment were both screaming in protest. He stopped by the edge of the campus and then ran out into a wooded area. "You wanna do this, we'll do it the right way," he snarled.
Archer was already going wolf. Dave didn't have to see the change. He could sense it. He could feel it inside of himself and he could smell the differing scent of a changed shifter.
He transformed faster than he usually did, all of the human emotion and thought that usually delayed the change not involved at all. His body bended and twisted, but Dave closed his eyes and focused on the senses. He could smell and hear everything. He could hear Archer and he wanted to attack the other self-proclaimed alpha. He wanted to take him down. He went for Archer. .
Their bodies clashed and Dave felt the other wolf's teeth sink into the flesh of his neck. He howled in pain, as the smell of blood and the chase filled his nostrils. He pulled away and slammed into Archer, pressing him against a tree. He slashed at him with his right claw and was slashed back in the chest. Images of Kurt, Santana, Kurt's great mother and all the wolves who were denied the right to be who they were kept flashing through his head as he kept on attacking.
Archer picked him up and hurled him backwards. He tumbled into himself.
He had to back off. He didn't care if he was seen as a pussy, a failure of a wolf, whatever Archer wanted to call him. Dave was quickly finding that what people saw on the outside didn't matter. It was all inside of him.
Pairing: Dave/Kurt
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dave Karofsky, shifter, realizes that Kurt Hummel smells like a female wolf in heat. In this discovery, both boys discover something about themselves and each other.
Warnings: Shifters, female genitalia on a male (aka b!p), heat, sex, mating, possible mpreg.
AN: Previous chapters found here. Chapter Count is kinda tentative.
At school Dave, Kurt, Santana and Brittany started staying close. Archer was threatening and had involved some non-wolf bullies by giving them half truths. It was the safest way to do things, close together, and Dave found that he liked it a lot. It felt safe and like he had a group of friends. Sure that group of friends was small but it felt good. It felt honest and true. They could take care of each other. Sure, they had a lot of questions about their future but it was nice. He felt comfortable.
"We're like our own wolf pack," Brittany said cheerfully as they walked down the halls. "Only I'm just a wolf's girlfriend. It's kind of awesome."
She was right. It was awesome.
That afternoon Dave told his parents that he wanted to go to school in New York to be with Kurt and support both of their dreams. "We both want to get out of here and find ourselves and Kurt's place is in New York," he said, watching their expressions. His father looked supportive and quiet, while his mom looked positively exhausted. He knew they were both going through a lot because of all they stood for.
"I'm happy for you," his mother said gently. "I think that New York would be a good place for you to go to school. New York's wolf community is rather accepting. I don't really want any from our pack here right now while the Northern side is dangerous."
He nodded. "Things aren't getting any better?" he asked gently.
"No," she said. "Working on it though, Davey."
"Mom," he asked softly, not wanting to bother her more because of all she had done for him, but at the same time he had to ask. "Kurt and I, well, and Santana have been talking about the whole mating thing and how it works. Did mating prevent you from, you know, going off and going to college and stuff? I mean, I didn't mean that in an offensive way but you've lived here all your life."
His mother turned and his father tensed. His mother nodded slowly. "It wasn't the entire reason," she said, "but yes, I do think the urge to mate young played its role."
Dave nodded. "Kurt and I really want to mate one day," he said, not adding his strange desire to mate his lesbian best friend. "I hope that it doesn't get in the way of college though, because we both have our dreams."
"I don't think anything could stop either of you from obtaining your dreams," his father cut in. That made Dave smile. He believed in himself and he believed in Kurt.
Sometimes, when Dave had trouble thinking, he wrote down lists and brainstorming maps just to get everything in place. That was what he found himself doing when he got back up to his room. The first thing he wrote down was: college.
College was important to him. He was exceptionally good at academic things and he really wanted to go far in life. He wanted to major in Psychology or Criminal Justice. He wanted to be pretty skilled in whatever field he ended up in. He also had a desire to learn.
Next to college, he wrote the name of his everything: Kurt.
Kurt was so important. Kurt was everything to him and he knew that he didn't deserve the wonderful life he was growing with his boyfriend. He had been the worst person in the world to Kurt and the fact that Kurt was his now was nothing short of a miracle. He would do anything to please Kurt and wanted Kurt to have everything that he wanted from life. He drew a heart randomly, adding, "everything Kurt wants" inside of it. It was so freaking sappy but he wanted Kurt to have everything he wants.
He added 'supportive job' near 'college,' because although Dave was unsure of what he wanted to do in his life, he knew he wanted it to support a family. That led to kids. God, yes he wanted kids. He wasn't sure if that was his biological urge or his urge for Kurt talking, but he wanted to have kids with Kurt.
He wasn't going to sleep well that night.
Dave's prediction was quite correct, because he went to McKinley the next day completely sleep deprived. He stepped over to his locker cautiously, before picking out his books. He then took his plans, the ones he'd written up in a fury the night before, and slipped them into Kurt's locker. Of course, life couldn't be simple for one Dave Karofsky, ever. Archer sauntered up to him and shoved him against the locker. "Pathetic," he snarled, looking Dave in the eye. Dave looked back at him, glaring.
"What the hell is your problem?" Dave asked. "I wasn't doing anything to you." He realized, of course, that his defense was a little weak, considering the fact that he used to terrorize Kurt for little more than walking down the hall. God, he hate who he used to be. He shook his head at the very thought and then moved away from Archer. The little jerk didn't take no for an answer though and followed.
"My problem is freakish wolves like you!" he said, growling. "You and your little shit of a fag boyfriend. His mom was like the queen of the fuck ups and you're letting him follow right in your footsteps."
Dave wasn't sure if it was guilt, sleep deprivation or anger that led to him shoving Archer, hard. "I'm so fucking tired of you," he practically growled. "You don't even know what you're fighting for man. Kurt, Santana, me, we're all just trying to live life."
"Fuck you Karofsky," he snapped. "You don't even get it. Fairy's clouded your judgment."
"Do not talk about Kurt," he said, finding himself enraged. He grabbed the other boy by the collar of his shirt and shoved him into the locker, hard. Archer hit it with a surprised yell and a bang and crash. "You do not talk about my boyfriend." They shoved each other back and forth, angry shoving. Dave just wanted to pound the older boy in the face. It hurt so much dealing with all of the ridiculously stuff he was forced to.
"Hey, hey guys stop it!"
Mike Chang came rushing from a classroom to get between them. "Hey, come on guys," he said, his reflexes sharp as he met each attempted punch Archer made. He looked at them and muttered, "wolves," under his breath before physically pulling Dave away from the smaller boy. "Not worth it Karofsky, not when you have Kurt."
It was probably true. Dave groaned, hit the locker and then turned to go outside.
Unfortunately, Archer wasn't having it, breaking out after him. Dave was pretty sure that Chang wasn't going to follow after. This was a wolf thing that had to happen once and for all, despite the fact that Dave's logic and better judgment were both screaming in protest. He stopped by the edge of the campus and then ran out into a wooded area. "You wanna do this, we'll do it the right way," he snarled.
Archer was already going wolf. Dave didn't have to see the change. He could sense it. He could feel it inside of himself and he could smell the differing scent of a changed shifter.
He transformed faster than he usually did, all of the human emotion and thought that usually delayed the change not involved at all. His body bended and twisted, but Dave closed his eyes and focused on the senses. He could smell and hear everything. He could hear Archer and he wanted to attack the other self-proclaimed alpha. He wanted to take him down. He went for Archer. .
Their bodies clashed and Dave felt the other wolf's teeth sink into the flesh of his neck. He howled in pain, as the smell of blood and the chase filled his nostrils. He pulled away and slammed into Archer, pressing him against a tree. He slashed at him with his right claw and was slashed back in the chest. Images of Kurt, Santana, Kurt's great mother and all the wolves who were denied the right to be who they were kept flashing through his head as he kept on attacking.
Archer picked him up and hurled him backwards. He tumbled into himself.
He had to back off. He didn't care if he was seen as a pussy, a failure of a wolf, whatever Archer wanted to call him. Dave was quickly finding that what people saw on the outside didn't matter. It was all inside of him.