bakerstreet | Alpha/Beta/Omega

[Open to all three roles]

[Omega]

[Open to all three roles]

[Omega or Alpha]

[ Maybe an AU where Allison is a werewolf too? Up to you what kind. ]

Edited 2013-06-15 21:55 (UTC)

[ Works for me! I'll say she's an Omega, since I think that fits the best. ]

[ Haha, I rolled a 2? ]

[ funnily enough, I did too! ]

[ Allison has been changed for... well, for awhile now. It's not been a fantastic experience on her end, largely filled with pain and blood lust, and also having to put up with Derek. It's not been a fun ride. And at the top of the "not fun werewolf things" list is a little something she's aptly named heat.

Heat, in Allison's personal and dictionary book terms, is a weirdly heightened time of sexual arousal. Really heightened. Really really heightened. She can normally predict when it's going to happen - faking sick or ditching school so she doesn't lose herself among puberty stricken teenagers. But, for whatever reason, today she couldn't get out of it. Her dad was worried her grades would slip and forced her into going to school. And that would be quite the awkward conversation to have, so Allison sticks her chest out, praying to whatever gods there might be that she does not jump anyone.

There are no gods, Allison realizes, when in her first period class she sees him, Scott McCall, sitting just a few seats in front of her. She's pretty sure they're bonded (but she's not 100% on the werewolf lingo), and that only serves to multiply her arousal by the tenth fold. She groans, keeping her head down in her arms, fully aware that her scent is everywhere in this classroom, probably everywhere in this school right now.

Basically, today could not get worse. ]

[ Scott is pretty thoroughly screwed at this point.

He's almost positive that he and Allison are mated - or, they will be, when the time comes for it to happen - but his wolf can sense the connection before he realizes it, scratching and clawing at him inside as if begging to be released. It's something he normally has sort of a handle on - granted, it manifests in little ways like being able to recognize her scent from a major distance, or wanting to have his hands all over her 24/7, but that's nothing compared to what happens when she shows up for school today.

He smells her before he sees her, and he doesn't have to turn around to acknowledge it. She's in heat, and it's so thick in the air that he almost thinks he could lick the scent if it was a palpable thing - like crushed berries over ice, tart and arousing. He's hard in a matter of seconds, curling his fingers into a fist and punching his thigh discreetly underneath his desk to try and curb the impulse. The heat under his skin is itching, burning, and it takes every ounce of self-control in his body not to bend her over the desk right here, in front of everyone.

He raises a hand, fingers shaking visibly, and requests permission to go to the bathroom, discreetly tugging his shirt down in front of his crotch so the bulge in his jeans isn't too visible as he gingerly walks out into the hallway. He's got his phone in his pocket, and he fires off a quick text. ]

Locker room. Now.

[ She keeps her head down, not noticing when Scott leaves - not on a conscious level, at least. Her thighs rub together in order to alleviate some sort of tension, but all it does is make her want more of a touch. A rougher touch. Silently, Allison hisses into her arm, contemplating on how many people might see her if she were to tug her pants down just a bit and -

But her phone vibrates, and she sits straight up then, eyes wide with how much enjoyment she got from the movement. And that enjoyment is doubled when she actually gets around to reading the message, almost contented at what an effect she had on Scott. That is, she would be content if she could feel anything other than the burning sensation in her lower abdomen - screaming out, crying for attention. She lets out an audible moan - so audible, the classroom turns around to face her. Allison would be embarrassed, usually, but right now she just says, "I have to go to the nurse. Something is seriously wrong." It's not a lie.

The second she gets excused, Allison is out the door, racing herself to get to the locker room, like her entire world depends on it. She uses her speed to make it there quickly, hissing in frustration whenever she sees someone coming down the hall, forcing her to take another hallway to the locker room. But she reaches her destination, in a few minutes, not pausing before the door to catch her breath. Allison steps in, shutting the door loudly behind her. ]

Scott?

[ He smells the sweet arousal of her body just before she opens the door of the locker room, and it fills the entire space when she closes it behind her. He closes his eyes, drawing in a deep breath, and stays exactly where he is, keeping the banks of lockers between them. This is what's supposed to happen; he'd gotten the abbreviated version from Derek, the two of them feeling completely awkward about it afterwards, but he gets it now. He needs to stalk her, create the anticipation, so that when he finally takes her, there'll be no resistance.

Not that he wants her to be completely unwilling, but he's pretty sure she won't be. If she's his mate - and he's about one-hundred percent positive that she is - this is something they both want to happen. They need it to happen, before they both go insane. ]

Lock the door. [ He speaks just loudly enough for his voice to echo off the walls, reaching her a few seconds later. He's already stripped off his shirt, the fabric too stifling against his skin, and he's about to do the same with his jeans, his erection raging hard enough to tent the denim. The lights are off, and he glances down the rows of lockers to watch her. She's beautiful, strength and submission all in one, and he knows he has to have her. ]

[ Allison does as she's told without stalling, turning to face the door so she can lock it with a resounding click!. She imagines it won't take long for them to come together - knows that if she were the one in charge, she'd already be one him, fuck the door, fuck the risk - so she uses the few moments she has to strip herself of all clothing, until she's bare and naked before him.

She turns back around to face him, naked chest now rising and falling with each of her rough breaths. But each time she inhales, all she does is get a nose-full of Scott's savory scent - musky and sweaty, and oh-so aroused. The wolf fights to get out, making her eyes glow gold in the darkness of the locker room, but she holds back her full transformation, making her lip bleed with how harshly she bites it. ]

Done. [ She says, as if it weren't painfully obvious already. If this were any other case, she'd probably make some stupid comment and they'd both laugh together in awkwardness, but now it's different. Now it's wolf to wolf, animalistic in nature, and primal in action. There's a soft growl as she takes a step closer, shutting her eyes and letting herself bask in his scent. ]

Now?

Edited 2013-06-16 00:00 (UTC)

[ God, he just wants to claim her, to leave little bite marks all over her, rub his scent into her skin so that anyone else who comes near her knows that she's his. He's not going to sit around and wait for some other alpha to clue into the fact that she's in heat; there's probably at least one other besides him who's picked up on it, and he's not going to waste any time in staking his claim. He discards his remaining clothes while she does the same, moving in the opposite direction from where she's looking for him.

It's easy to sneak up on her; she's just as lost as he is in her desire, and he knows how to mask his footfalls until he's on her, one hand sliding around her throat to grip in a loose but possessive hold as his other lands on her hip to tug her back against him, his erection a thick and hot press against her backside.

He ducks his head down, breathing her in, fingers digging into her hipbone, and nips at the juncture between her neck and shoulder, marking her there. He needs his scent all over her, needs to own. ]

Did you know you were driving me insane back there? Can you feel it? [ He presses his hips forward, stopping himself just short of humping her. ]

I -

[ She's breathless when he touches her, almost hyperventilating when she gasps for more air, filling herself more and more up with him. Her head tilts backwards when he grabs hold of her neck, moaning when he presses himself all along her body, whining because she needs more to sustain herself. Much more, actually, but she knows it's not her place to force things along. He's the leader, the master, and she needs to follow him and do as he says. They are mates, after all. ]

I know. [ It's said almost like she's a puppet, shaping out the words and phrases she knows Scott wants her to say. Lifeless. But it's not just what he wants - it's all Allison too, and she nuzzles his cheek just a touch, to show her affection. Hes humanized love for him. She's his - he owns her in many different ways, as both a human and a wolf, in both emotion and physicality. She's his, he's hers.

A hand flies up to his head, holding him in place so she can take a whiff of his own neck. Her back arches in neediness, and she shakes her hips around his member, trying so desperately to get the attention she dearly wants. ]

I'm not sorry.

[ He likes that she's this needy, this desperate for him. It makes his blood run a little hotter at the knowledge, and he mouths along the delicate arch of her neck as she tips her head back for him, offering more of her throat to him in that submissive gesture. The hand on her hip delves across and down, between her legs, finding her slick there, and he growls against her skin, fingers rubbing slowly. He wants to flip her onto her back and bury his face against her wetness until it smears into his skin, devour her until she cries and whimpers.

He keeps his head low, nuzzling along her shoulder when she sniffs at him in turn, his other hand shifting from her neck to roam in lower places. He cups one breast in his palm, kneading the pert flesh before his thumb swipes across the nipple, feeling it perk at his touch. His other hand is still rubbing between her thighs, middle finger seeking out her clit especially, dipping into slick folds and then playing over that tiny nub, manipulating it back and forth.

As much as he's aching to be inside her right now, he wants her to be close if not already riding through the sensations of that first orgasm. She's his mate, and this is as much about her pleasure as it is about his own. ] No? What about now? [ His fingers fly over her a little faster, holding her hips back against his own to keep her from moving away. ]

[ She's singing out his praises in sounds of love and growls of desire, still mindful of the fact that anyone could hear them at anytime so she keeps them hushed. But she tries to show her appreciation, anticipation, by rocking her hips forward to his fingers, backwards to his length, and so on. She mewls out, surprisingly loud, when he locates her clit, tongue darting out to lick across his earlobe.

One hand finds his own at her breast and she forces it down more, gripping onto her harshly and with more vigor. She knew she wasn't supposed to force him to do anything - but she couldn't resist the desire for roughness, an escape from the humane and the gentle (not that she doesn't absolutely adore that as well). Her other hand reaches behind her back and just barely graces the base of his erection with flighty fingertip touches. She'd like to do more - she'd like to lick and suck and love and take him - but it's not really in her mental or physical capabilities at the moment. ]

No. [ She smiles hungrily, baring the first signs of her teeth coming out. The wolf taking control as her neediness rises. She's not nearly as in charge as Scott is - he's been a werewolf for much longer - but somehow, she's not convinced she'll hurt him when she gets like this. He'd still have power over her, after all. ] Still not sorry.

[ There's a glint in his gaze, a color different than his normal brown, and when he nips at her jawline, mostly a display of dominance to remind her exactly who's in charge, those fangs start to protrude a little, making the bite look - slightly more intense than your garden variety hickey. He can already tell by the subtle things she does - the flick of her tongue against his earlobe, the featherlight touch of her hand on his cock - that the human part of her wants to drag this out a little more. The human part of him wants the same. But the wolves are rising to the surface, instinct taking over above that humanity, and all he can do is obey.

His hand squeezes her breast a little harder, fingertips digging in, the points of his nails pressing just enough to create little pinpricks against her skin without drawing blood. He growls, the sound a low rumble in his chest, and slowly moves her hair to one side, exposing the back of her neck. One bite there, his teeth pressing in, and she'll go pliant under him, ready for the taking.

He bears them down to the floor among her discarded clothes, covering her in his weight for a few breathless moments. When he slowly rises to his knees, his hands clamp down on her hips, hauling her up to all fours in front of him. She's ready, more than, and he spreads her knees wider apart, leaving her open for him. He can't help it; first, he has to lean down, shoving his face against her rear to lick and lap at her, tasting her for himself. ]

[ If she weren't his already, weren't already completely willing to be with him, that bite certainly would have sealed the deal. She felt his teeth sink in slowly, his saliva racing through her body, licking at the insides of her veins, beating all the way to her heart. He had complete control, complete dominance, complete everything over her. She was a tool, if he wanted, and the bite made her okay with that.

Typically, he's allowed to do as he pleases with no fight - not even a tease from her as she falls to the floor, cheek pressed down on the coolness of the dirty tiles. Her hips rise with no issue, hands splattering out to support herself on either side. She wants to touch him, wants to feel him, but the wolf inside bites her back - that isn't how this is supposed to go.

There's a half human, half wolf howl she lets out when his tongue presses against her sex, and Allison is completely lost in the moment, one hand thundering down in a fist to crack the tile beneath her. A minute ago, she'd be worried about the noise, but right now she can't be bothered, only doing to much as to flatten her palm on the ground.

She wants to say something - anything, even if it's just praises at what he's doing - but the only chant that comes to her mind is "alpha, alpha, alpha". But that just feels weird, because the human Allison is still partly in control, and she wants to shout his name - his real name, despite what the wolf Allison tells her. ]

[ He knows she's compliant enough without having to maintain the bite on her neck, because as much as the wolf wants this, the other half of them is just as needful. In the back of his mind, he regrets taking her like this, on the dirty tile of the locker room floor, but he wouldn't be able to wait to relocate somewhere else. He needs her too much.

He doesn't eat her out so much as devours her there, tongue dragging along her slit in eager lapping movements, hands wrapped around the muscle of her thighs to steady her. There's no neatness, no skill in this, just an animalistic hunger with which he enjoys her, licking up every drop of her for his own pleasure. The fact that she's enjoying it too just makes it even better.

His cock is raging hard, and he can't ignore it anymore, sitting back on his heels as he licks his lips, savoring the taste of her on his tongue as he takes himself in hand. She's still splayed out, backside poised up in the air as she keeps her head down, just waiting for him, and he won't make her wait any more. There's no warning, no preamble. He thrusts in, all at once and to the hilt, burying himself deep inside her. The sensation forces a half-groan, half-howl from his lips as he tips his head back to release the sound into the air, the noise echoing off the walls. He doesn't care who hears them now as he starts to move in hard, possessive thrusts, his hands hoisting her hips up to keep them tilted at an angle. ]

[ The sound she makes when he thrusts inside her easily matches his own - an animal's howl with a slight human voice. Allison thinks for the briefest of all seconds that every wolf in this school could hear that noise and know, Allison was Scott's mate. Something about that possessiveness makes her moan in a wolf's desire, and does all the more to turn her on.

Her claws come out easily enough, crushing two tiles for each hand as she drags them across the floor. Even the screech of long nails on cement isn't enough to break her from this moment of closeness, and she hisses out of pleasure with each of his rough thrusts, the slap of skin on skin resounding over and over and over again. He might be bruising her, might be tearing her open from the inside out, but she doesn't notice. All wounds will heal, and for now she's just stuck in this moment of simple, yet animalistic ecstasy..

Her breasts sway fiercely with each of his thrusts, and eventually, she starts thrusting backwards on him, trying to circle her hips around when he's completely inside, to relieve some of the work off his shoulders. When he's buried deep inside her, stuck there for a moment, Allison peeks over her shoulder, a now human hand moving the messy sex hair away from her face. Her eyes are gold, inhuman, but she's still all there. ]

Alpha.

Edited 2013-06-16 04:59 (UTC)

[ In spite of his apparent abandon, he's somehow in control here. Even the most frenzied movements of hips have a deliberate pacing to them, a smoothness. His claws are still digging lightly into her skin, though, creating marks that will take a little while to heal in the aftermath as he powers his hips forward against her.

She's barely contained; he can feel her power underneath his hands, and when she growls, he matches the sound, the two of them tangled together in a way that would be impossible to break at this point - and God help the person who tried.

It takes him an extra second to notice that she's engaging him in the movement, grinding her hips back onto him, and he pauses in his thrusts to watch her, smoothing a hand over the arch of her back to let her move on him. Both man and wolf groan in appreciation, and he leans forward, covering her back with his chest, hands bracing on the ruined tile next to hers. Then it's just his hips moving, a slower and gentler rhythm as he mouths the back of her neck, nuzzling into that spot. ]

Mine.

[ Bloodied fingers rest atop his own - just touching, not having enough sense in her brain to lace them together. His chest on her back only serves to amplify the heat, and she rests her forehead on the tiles beneath her, if only to intake the coolness they provide.

Whenever she finally gets a moment to use her nose, instead of screaming out loud in pleasure, a smile finds a way to grace Allison's lips. It doesn't smell like her anymore, it doesn't smell like Scott anymore. It's them now - the sweetness of Allison's scent and the muskiness of Scott's mixed together in a perfect blend. Strong, too - she thinks that even a human could smell it, the thought of which makes her grind back on him with simple happiness. She leans over to kiss Scott's arm one thousand times over, breath splattering out on his flesh with each of her sex pants in between. She's so far in love with him, so far enveloped in the sounds he makes and the heat her provides, she thinks she might suffocate now and die a happy death.

There's a soft groan at "mine", and Allison bites down on his bicep to say, "yes, completely, totally, one hundred percent his". She's his, and she's not planning on sharing him with anyone anytime soon. ]

[ His wolf practically tears itself free when he leans over her, not an inch of space remaining between their bodies, a light sheen of sweat rising on his skin from the heat generated between them. He just rocks into her, the urge to come rising slowly, starting low and building with every thrust that follows.

He nips at her neck in response to the bite against his arm, playing with her even as they do this, as they finally come together as mates. He knows that no matter what happens now, everything is going to be different. He's ready for that. He's wanted it for so long that it seems too good to be true now that it's actually happening.

His lips find her earlobe to nibble, gentle in contrast to everything else, every other way he's marked her as his. He can feel his body beginning to tense, the inevitable coming on faster than he'd anticipated, but there's no turning back now. His hips press flush against hers as his member swells inside her, thickening at the base to prevent them from separating, and he groans her name, helpless to do anything else but give in to his orgasm when it happens, long and hard and seemingly neverending, their bodies locked together as he comes. ]

[ They come together in unison, Allison throwing her head back to release one final howl in pleasure. She keeps rocking against him, swaying her hips back and forth, riding out the extent of her orgasm almost subconsciously. She continues to pant even still, her body still begging for all sorts of attention, in a gentler form.

This is really different from any other sexual relation they've had before - similarly, her orgasm feels... different. Not exactly better or worse, but a strange feeling, just as good, just as relieving. More fulfilling is the word she'd use, because all her symptoms of heat are basically gone, leaving just Allison behind. She can feel him still inside her, pulsating, swelling, and it's completely foreign to her, in a sexy way. She purrs against the bend of his elbow, kissing him sweetly.

Of course, the (now) inner teenager is freaking out - she knows they didn't wear a condom (and she's normally very strict on that!) and she also knows he just came inside, because, well, he's still there. The wolf soothes her, knowing that this is what mates do, that they have sex in order to reproduce. But it's not what regular high school teenagers are meant to do, and inwardly she thinks 'wow, I'm so dead'. A calm before a storm, maybe, or maybe she lacks the ability to care. After all, the wolf is part of her - they aren't separate souls in the same body. They want the same thing, including this? ]

[Open to all three roles.]

((ooc: OMG!! A m/m scott!!! ahhhh!!! YAY!!!! Care for an Beta or Omega Isaac? don't mind if they are in an estab relationship or not, up to you! XD ))

Isaac couldn't wait anymore, he needed out...It was Friday and he just wanted this whole school day to be over. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he had been fighting all class, not being able to get comfortable, a little irritates and constantly sporting a hard on and an empty ache around his rear that made this last class of the day drag forever. He now knew why Derek was smirking when he left the house this morning...the bastard knew something and decided not to share.

The bell rang and Isaac shot up as fast as he could and bee lined for the locker room, ignoring everyone around him, just needing to get somewhere away from prying eyes willing his hard on to disappear. He leaned his back against the locker and let out a frustrated noise, reaching to palm himself, before jerking his hand away.

No. No he would not do this here.

[ooc: Yay! Isaac! Either works for me, but Omega Isaac could be pretty fun? And I'm thinking 2 leading into 1 maybe? Depending on how things go!]

It had become second nature for Scott to just know where Isaac was at all times. His scent always stood out as werewolf among everyone else's, but it just something he was used to and often didn't think about it too much other than the slightly comforting reminder that he wasn't alone. Today though, things were a bit different, and Scott noticed it right away, especially once they were both in math class together and he could tell that Isaac's scent wasn't only different from usual, but the other guy seemed uncomfortable and agitated.

Scott wanted to ask him what was going on, still oblivious to some of the subtler aspects of their kind, but before he could pull Isaac aside after class, the other wold was up and gone.

It was almost like Scott was in a trance the way that he ignored everybody else, despite people asking him about weekend plans or whatever else, and he walked towards the locker room, following Isaac's scent until he's stepping into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, Isaac? Are you in here?" Not that he didn't know the answer already.

He wanted to kill whatever Alpha had turned him and left him in the woods to defend for himself. They had also failed to mention anything useful, like the fact that he would go into heat on a regular basis. There was also no mention on how strong it would be.

He had moved to the bathroom section and had just stuffed his hand down the front of his shorts, and gripped his throbbing member when he heard his name being called out by the other wolf.

He groaned and froze his movements debating on whether he should answer or not. he should, his scent was so strong at the moment, even Isaac could smell his own...damn he really hated being alone when he was in heat.

"Yeah?" He called, trying to get a steady voice ans he stepped out of the stall and removed his hand from his shorts. "What do you want?" He called out ignoring all urges at the moment, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Scott really wished that he understood what was going one too, but what he did know was that Isaac's scent was more intoxicating that it should be, and it was something that, although Scott knew it too well, he was really noticing it this time, and he wanted know why it was so good.

"Nothing, I just-" Am following you into the bathroom because you smell good? That probably definitely wasn't the best answer to give his friend... Or anybody. It was weird to think that even, but it wasn't strange enough to stop Scott from heading back towards the stalls and staring at Isaac when he steps out.

It was obvious what he had been doing, judging by the tent in Isaac's shorts, and Scott's doing his best not to stare, but he's not keeping his eyes on his friend's face like he wants to, instead glancing down repeatedly. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay? You seemed tense in class." Isaac definitely looked and smelled tense now too.

"Oh, I'm just fine." he grits out, irritated and aching everywhere, it just never seemed to stop. Ever. He watched Scott and the longer he watched, the more interesting he got. He found that he couldn't really take his eyes off of him. The scent of the other wolf, filling his senses, getting stronger and stronger, the longer they were together.

All thoughts of getting himself off were long gone. They were replaced by thoughts and images of Scott taking him and satisfying him and his needs like no one else could. He wanted to taste him, all of him. He wanted to submit to him and be filled by him. He wanted Scott. No, he needed Scott.

He walked forward slowly, eyes locked on the other wolf, and leans in close, whispering like he is in pain, which, well, he really is. "I need you." is whispered out as he leans forward and nuzzles into his neck.

Scott winces just a little as he hears the irritated tone in Isaac's voice. He knows that there's something up, and that tone just makes him worry even more about his friend. Despite that worry though, the tone, paired with Isaac's new scent, makes Scott growl a little in response, his eyes flashing gold briefly as he stands up to a perceived challenge from a, whether he realizes it or not, submissive wolf.

Once Isaac is up close though, Scott is really assaulted by that intoxicating scent, and he lets out a shaky breath, especially once the other guy starts to nuzzle into his neck. Without even thinking, he puts his hands on Isaac's hips, leaning in to nuzzle against him as well as pull him closer so that their bodies line up.

He hasn't even realized it, but Isaac was driving his instincts wild, and it's not until they touch that he realizes just how hard he is just by being in the same room as Isaac. "I need you too, man. You're my friend," Though he knows that they're saying it for something more, he's just... unsure why it's all coming up know of all times. "Why do you smell so good now?" He asks as he pulls Isaac a bit closer, pressing more against him.

There were warnings going off in his head when he heard the growl and watched him take the defensive stance, but he didn't care, he was in heat...and he wanted to mate, like yesterday!

Isaac breathes in Scott, his scent, his emotions, anything he can. He is overwhelming, and yet Isaac still wants more. Isaac growls low in his throat at the word friend, not fully understanding why that upsets him now, when it hadn't before, or well, that's what he keeps trying to convince himself.

Isaac pushes his hands up the back of Scott's shirt, letting his fingers trail along his skin, electric like lustful sensations fuel Isaac's need, and he lets out a very submissive whine automatically.

"Scott, please...touch me..." he says in a breathless tone. "In heat." he murmurs against his neck, before making a path to his lips, assuming that will explain everything, hey he's not thinking straight at the moment.

If it was anybody else, Scott would have been freaking out a lot more than he felt like right now. But this was Isaac, and Scott didn't mind it so much if it was him doing the touching, and he wonders if that would be the case even if the other wolf's scent wasn't as tantalizing as it was right now, if Isaac wasn't in heat.

The moment Isaac speaks though, Scott's arms are holding him even tighter, and he's pressing the Omega against the stall. His lips press to Isaac's hard, kissing him deeply before his tongue moves past Isaac's lips, claiming him as his own. Scott didn't realize how much he wanted this, but he knew that he did. Isaac's scent only brought those feelings bubbling to the surface and compelling him to act on them in a way he never would have alone.

Scott knew what heat was, he'd worked at the vet long enough to now how dogs got when they were in season and compelled to find mates. He knew that Isaac was going to need more than just this, even as he kept him pinned to the wall, fitting their hips together so that his friend would know exactly what he was doing to Scott right now.

"You're sure?" He asks breathlessly, even as he tries to slip his hand up the front of Isaac's shirt. "Here? In the bathroom?"

"Anywhere. Everywhere. Just...please" he practically sobs out with want. Isaac was rutting against his friend, feeling the hardness of the other boy pressed against his thigh. He arched into the pressure, causing more friction, wanting to please his new found mate a bit, but not as much as he would care too if he wasn't in season. he just wanted it all and selfishly.

Isaac shuddered, eyes clenched shirt feeling the hand on his skin. His torso lighting up following the trail of the other wolf's hand. He is so frustrate, nothing is enough. He craves something and when he gets it, he wants more, his wolf inside of him is not satisfied.

"Okay, Isaac... Okay," He murmurs and kisses him again between words, trying to keep him calm long enough to get them back inside one of the stalls as he clumsily tries to lock the door behind them. Thankfully it was Friday and just about everyone had gone home, and there was no practice this afternoon, so they shouldn't be bothered, but he didn't want anybody to walk in on them... Not when Isaac was like this, and not until Scott claimed him as his own.

Once the door is locked, Scott kisses Isaac hard again, trying to be as strong and dominant as he knows that Isaac needs right now. His hand keeps roaming over the other wolf's chest, nails lightly dragging over his muscles until Scott's finally had enough and he tears the shirt away, tossing it aside. He pulls back just long enough to look at the other wolf, admiring his body, the one that he's admired for longer than he'd care to admit. Then he's descending on Isaac once more, kissing and nipping at the omega's neck while his hands fumble with the front of Isaac's shorts, trying to get them open.

If Isaac knew what Scott was doing, or more so the reasons behind what Scott was doing, he would blush and think its the most sweetest thing ever, however, all he can focus on at the moment, is getting all his offending clothes off off himself and the other wolf and satisfying the craving he can't shake. Being an Omega really sucked.

Isaac melts into the deep kiss and a moan pours into Scott's mouth from his own, needy and demanding at the same time. He gasps at his shirt being torn, but he is over it pretty quickly. Isaac hands roam Scott body pulling at the clothes. wanting his current partner naked and against him.

Scott knows that even though he would have liked the first time that he and Isaac did this to be... Special or meaningful... All of the romantic stuff that Scott subscribed too each time he fell head over heels for someone like a lost puppy. Animals were one thing that he actually understood though, so he knows that it's not what Isaac needs right now. Scott will just have to make up for it later.

Giving a frustrated growl against Isaac's lips, Scott finally gets fed up with trying to work the other's zipper, so he just starts tearing and shredding at that fabric too until all of Isaac's clothes are left as scraps on the floor. He's much more capable at getting his his own shirt off, pulling away from Isaac's neck just long enough to get his shirt off, then he shrugs off his shorts.

Immediately, he's pressing his body against Isaac's, pressing his erection against his new mate's and grinding hard against him while assaulting his neck and collar with light little bites. Eventually, his hands slowly move down to the other teen's ass, groping him teasingly.

Isaac hissed out in absolute pleasure as his erection rubbed against Scott's causing delicious friction. It was the simplist and minimal of touches but it felt like the best thing in the whole world. If it was going to be like this the. Isaac wouldn't last long at all. It just felt so good.

He breifly wondered how e was going to leave the school now that his clothes were torn to shreds but the thought gets pushed away when Isaac lets out a throaty cry of complete lust as Scott nips and marks his neck. The Omega in him excited at te claiming, who knows maybe this heat could cause Isaac to become a Beta, depending how Scott felt about him.

Isaac pushed back into Scott's palms before thrusting forward to grind their erections together and repeated, switching back and forth between the two sensations. Isaac let out a pleased sound and wrapped his arms around the raven haired boy scraping his nails down his back now and then, when he concentrates a bit.

Scott was enjoying the friction as well, biting a little harder at Isaac's throat. He's careful not to break the skin, he still can't bring himself to hurt Isaac in an way, but his instincts are screaming at him in a way that he's never felt before. He wasn't an alpha, but Isaac was going to be his no matter what. He wanted to mark the Omega and mate him, he wanted to be bound to Isaac. Not just because the other wolf was his best friend and someone he trusted, but because that's what his body demanded because it was the most right thing in the world for him.

He was also stalling for a few minutes, hoping that the grinding and frotting would be enough to keep Isaac happy for the moment while he tried to figure out what to do. He knew what Isaac needed, and he wanted to give it to him more than anything, but he thinks he's knows how guys' bodies work, and he wasn't exactly used to screwing around back there. He didn't know if they were equipped for it.

"Do you have, you know..." He murmurs hotly against Isaac's collar, sucking on it as he rolls his hips against Isaac's, his hands trailing over the other's chest. "Anything we can use to make this easier on you?"

Isaac was in complete ecstasy, he now knew why jacking himself off repeatedly was doing absolutely nothing. This feeling was incredible. Scott felt so good against him, it just felt right, like it was meant to be, on a deeper level that goes beyond his current heat.

"No, just spit...it's fine." He replied. "Just go...please."

Scott wants to say something here, wants to be sensible enough since Isaac can't be, and tell him that they needed to wait or find some lube or soap or... anything! He didn't know! He knew that he should be looking out for Isaac.

But the moment those pleading words fall from Isaac's lips, all common sense goes out the window, and Scott is turning Isaac around quickly, pinning him against the wall and grinding hard against Isaac's ass, moaning into his friend's ear. "I get that you're not in the best place right now," He murmurs, pulling back just enough to spit into his hand and stroke himself hurriedly, spreading his saliva as best as he can before lining himself up with Isaac and slowly pressing into the other wolf's tight heat.

"But please... Tell me if I'm hurting you."

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"Shut up Scott." Isaac moaned out in total pleasure, finally the source of that dull ache had been discovered and that was all Isaac could focus on. The human part of him was touched at Scott's request, but his wolf...he didn't care, he just wanted it now, pain or not. "Just fuck me already." He demanded, all human side of him long gone into the heat. He moaned against the shower tiles bracing himself before dpreading his legs a little wider and pushing his ass back onto Scott's length, taking him deeper inch by inch, moaning loudly the entire time.

"Yesssss" He hissed out.

Scott can't say he didn't warn Isaac, but he doesn't hold back any longer, at least to make sure that this is what Isaac really wanted. The moment he feels Isaac pushing back against him, Scott just gives in and thrusts hard, forcing Isaac to take the rest of him in one rough motion. It wasn't gentle, but he couldn't worry about that anymore.

He makes up for it in small ways though, like his hand, even though his claws are out, moving over Isaac's against the tile wall, squeezing it reassuringly as he kisses and licks at the back of the other wolf's shoulder. He takes a deep breath, giving Isaac just the smallest moment to adjust before he pulls almost all the way out before snapping back in hard, his hips slapping against Isaac's ass. He knew this was what his mate wanted, so he didn't want to waste anymore time with buildup.

Isaac shifted a bit as the heat finally took over. His eyes glowed and his claws dug into the wall in front of him. He focused on Scott's paw over his own. He howled as Scott's thick member scraped across his small bundle of nerves. He whimpered as he feel Scott practically pull all the way out, only the howl again and pant like a bastard in heat, which he was, when Scott slammed back into him.

He saw stars and he craved more. He built up speed, and moved in time with Scott's thrusting getting the maximum pleasure for both of them. Isaac clenched the muscles in his ass creating a vice like grip around his member. His own cock was rock hard and throbbing, leaking precum all over the stall wall even without any stimulation on his cock.

They were definitely going to be caught with Isaac's uninhibited howls echo through the locker room, but Scott decided that he didn't care anymore. He couldn't think about anything other than the wolf under him, the way he whimpered and howled and pushed back against him. He keeps his paw over Isaac's and his claws scratching down the wall with Isaac's. He wraps his free arm around Isaac's waist, trying to hold him reassuringly because he still wants more than just Isaac's body and this overwhelming scent coming off the other wolf that he can't get enough of.

The way that Isaac's ass, tight enough already without any preparation, squeezes and clenches around his cock has Scott joining in the howling finally. It was almost enough to make him lose it then and there, but he holds back, breathing hot and heavy against the other's shoulder as he thrusts hard into Isaac, precum finally slicking his thrusts, though he wasn't sure he could even pull away anymore with how Isaac was holding onto him.

So he settles for short, forceful thrusts, rocking hard into Isaack enough to make the entire aisle of stalls creak and shake with each motion.

He was so glad that the school was practically empty at this moment. Isaac knew he should be quieter as they weren't in a private place, but again he just didn't care. If people heard them, so what, they could come watch for all he cared, because now all he wanted was Scott, there was no one else that had ever made him feel this way. Even though they were fucking with abandon at this point, the arm wrapped around his waist, bringing them closer, showing that there was more than just getting off between the two of them. There was something deeper, something meaningful.

The onslaught on his prostate, ripped a hoarse cry from his throat, sweat beading and dripping from his brow as his body works to keep up with the dominant wolf. He leans his head back so that he is leaning on Scott's shoulder, turning his face to nuzzle the other wolf and catch his earlobe between his teeth and tugging on it sensually. He opened his eyes and locked his bright gold eyes with Scott's, making their connection deeper and its pushing Issac closer and closer to the edge. He lets out a gasp and with a breathy voice, he warns him of how close to climaxing he is, with out being touched, in one simple word.

"Scott..."

Scott probably shouldn't feel this way, but he almost wanted someone to find them, or for people to watch. Not that he actually wanted to get kicked out of school or anything, but right now... This... Isaac was his. He wanted everyone to know that simple fact from now on because this is what he's wanted for a while, it just took the other wolf going into heat to encourage him to act on it.

"Me too..." He growls against the back of Isaac's neck in response, knowing exactly what the other was trying to warn him of. His arm wraps tighter around Isaac's waist and his hand grips Isaac's tighter. He pulls him closer, holding him protectively and possessively as he thrusts in hard, trying to provide an endless barrage of stimulation to Isaac's prostate as he finally groans out and reaches his climaxing, spilling deep inside his friend and now mate as he keeps fucking him.

And, without even thinking, he sinks his teeth into Isaac's shoulder as he cums, claiming the other wolf as his own, even if he knows any mark he leaves will heal. He just... He doesn't even know anymore. He wants to make sure Isaac knows it, and hopefully he won't need anyone other than Scott from now on.

That was it. Isaac practically painted the stall with his ropes of cum spurting from his cock all over and over again, as he feeling Scott spilling into him. Combine that with the hard bite on his neck and he was gone. He cried out, well basically yelled as he came until he was hoarse.

With shaky knees and a sweaty brow he leaned back, completely spent, the back of his head leaning against his new mate.

"Wow...just...yes."

Scott doesn't think that he's ever cum so forcefully or so much in his life, and he's never seen a guy spill as much as Isaac did all over the walls. And he loves it, how Isaac seemed to really enjoy it, how the bathroom smelled like both of them now... How Isaac smelled like him now too.

Pulling back a little, but not pulling out of Isaac yet, Scott licks the bite mark he left on the other's skin as it fades away, still panting breathlessly. Eventually though, he just wraps both arms around Isaac and holds him close, affectionately nuzzling into his neck.

"Feel better?"

Isaac could still feel the pull of his heat, but it was a lott duller now, due to the fact that he had been with his mate, not that Isaac realized that Scott was his true mate, he just thought he had a crush, but no, apparently his wolf and Scott's wolf are destined to be together.

His backside was throbbing and still full, and Isaac liked it. He liked being connected to Scott, so they were one person. He shudders sensually as he licks his bite mark, feeling like he's home.

"Yeah, much better, I needed that." He chuckles, a little shocked as he views the amnount of liquid he shot over the stall. "What made you help me?"

Scott didn't know how long a werewolf's heat would last, but he was thinking that, as long as Isaac wanted him to, maybe he could take care of him for the time being and satisfy all the needs he had... At least until the heat wore off. It was probably safer that way, after all. Scott thinks that it's better that he's the one who does it instead of Derek or the rest of his pack, even if Isaac's a part of that... Or even worse, one of the alphas that could have gotten to him first, when Isaac didn't even have the will to say no.

"I could kind of tell," He replies with a soft laugh. Scott eventually rests his head on Isaac's shoulder, idly wondering if they should try to clean up, but right now he's more interested in tending to his new mate... Or that's what he hoped they were now.

"Because you needed me," He shifts a little, which draws an unintended moan from him as he's reminded that he's still deep inside Isaac, but it just makes him laugh a little more, hugging Isaac tighter. "I always know where you are at school, and your scent changed. I don't know how I knew what it meant, but I had to find you, and... I didn't want somebody else to get to you first. I knew it had to be me."

Isaac smiled and turned his head to the side and gave Scott a soft look. "I've always needed you...didn't know it until now, but..." he says with slight awe in his voice.

"Can I...um. Can I kiss you?"

Scott can't help but smile as Isaac turns to look at him and says more than he ever expected to hear, more than he could have hoped for. His chest feels tight, and he just can't help feeling excited. Scott wants to to ask if that means what he thinks it means, but he doesn't bother with words for the moment.

Pulling Isaac closer, he leans in and presses his lips to the other wolf's, kissing him gently at first, trying things out before slowly trying to coax Isaac's lips apart, wanting to show him just how much he was loved.

Isaac smiles against the other Beta's lips, loveing how gentle Scott was being despite their previous activities and the fact that he was still inside him and Isaac can feel Scotts cum dripping out of himself and dribbling down the back of his legs. He didn't care though, he was focused more on his emotions at the moment.

He parts his lips allowing the Scott access to his mouth and melts into it. There are so many emotions behind it, and Isaac returns them back just as strongly.

Scott is trying to take things slowly now that Isaac, at least for the moment, isn't so desperate for relief. He doesn't know exactly what Isaac wants out of this, whether it was just going to be rough and desperate like a few minutes ago, or if they were going to try for something deeper.

He'd felt drawn to the other wolf for a while now, so he hoped there really was something to this. Either way, he's not thinking for a moment, taking the opportunity to take the kiss deeper, moaning softly against Isaac's lips as he explores his mouth.

"I love you, Isaac," He murmurs sincerely and adoringly. It'd probably be sweet, if it wasn't for Scott eventually being reminded that he's still hard and inside his mate, prompting him to roll his hips slowly a little bit to keep them this way.

"I love you too. So much." He whispers back, inbetween sensual kisses with his mate before gasping when Scott rolls his hips and reminds Isaac as well that he is still insiode of him and it is absolutely delicious. He pushes back, his own cock regainbing interest.

He reaches down and pumps himself a few times as he kisses Scott with a little more passion, wanting another round with his new mate,

It wasn't hard for Scott to get back into things, especially since the scent of Isaac's hear, even thought he wasn't an alpha, was driving him wild and he never really went down while inside his mate. He was going to ride this out with Isaac, as long as he needed, and from then on afterward.

Scott was feeling a bit more aware of everything now, and since Isaac wasn't so desperate to get off in a hurry, so he reaches down to take over for Isaac's hand, wrapping his fingers around his best friend's shaft and stroking him in time with his thrusts.

[ Jackson was still new to this whole werewolf thing. And funny enough, Derek hadn't exactly had the werewolf birds-and-the-bees talk with Jackson. So, when the first heat of an Omega hits him, it completely blindsides him. He doesn't know why he feels like this, heat that climbs through him, electrifying every nerve in his body, tuning him in even more closely to scents and smells that permeate Beacon Hills High School. It's almost painful, the way that his body aches, craves for something that Jackson doesn't know how to give it.

He'd been practicing on the field when it hit, and he'd managed to drag himself to the locker room showers, thinking all he needed was a cold shower, but this is no burst of teenage hormones. He stroked himself off between whimpers and curses, and it does nothing for the need that crawls through him, scratching along his insides,and he punches the tiles, shattering them, as if that's somehow going to help, his eyes flickering to a glowing blue before he can get himself under control.

He can smell something on the air; someone. Power and heat and control and every fucked up thing that he doesn't want (he does) and didn't even know had a scent. He's trying to fight it, to get it under control, trying to remember what Derek said about controlling the change during the full moon. Except somehow, this almost feels worse, burning, like he's on fire and the water should be smoudering off his burning body.

He slips out of the water and wraps a towel around his waist, curling fingers in the metal mesh of where they store their lacrosse gear, and trying to get through this. Except somehow, impossibly, it just seems to be getting worse. His heart is pounding in his throat, and he can hear his racing pulse, and he feels hotter than the worst fever he's ever had. He can't help wondering if he's dying, if that scent that smells like everything right with the world is some kind of poison. ]

Fuck this shit.

[ He snarls, because that's clearly going to fix his problem. ]

[Jackson and Scott always were in competition during lacrosse practice, ever since Scott was made co-captain, the two of them were almost constantly at each others throats, and if it wasn't for being a wolf, he'd always assumed that Jackson would have won that fight easily. A lot of Scott's talent came after the bite, but Jackson was already, to put it simply, perfect. Jackson already had everything before the bite. Now that he had it though, their rivalry on the field had become a lot more aggressive.

Which was why it seemed odd to him that, after one particularly hard hit, Jackson left the field without a word, and there was a strange scent in the air that Scott didn't recognize. It was kind of like Jackson, but hotter. It flooded his senses, made him feel like he was walking through a haze, and the strangest part of it was how it got his blood pumping... Directly south, and he lets out a needy little moan, trying to finish practice and hide the hard on in his shorts before it became too much and he leaves the field as well.

He just got hard because of Jackson. The guy was a friend... In as much as Scott's definition of the term seemed to involve people who didn't even like him that much. He didn't know what had happened to Jackson's scent, but it was all he could think about, and his thoughts were far from clear or pure at the moment. He follows the other wolf's scent without even thinking about it, palming his erection through his glove and shorts as he staggers into the locker room.]

Jackson?

[He groans, not realizing that his eyes are flashing gold, but there's a brief shine of red in there too. He doesn't notice that his claws out out or that fangs replaced his canines. He's completely transfixed on Jackson once he sees him, his heart pounding loudly in his chest, almost as erratic as the heartbeat he can hear from Jackson.

Without even thinking, he walks over to the other wolf, burying his face in his neck and taking a deep breath, inhaling more of that scent.]

What's happening to you?

Why the Hell do you think I'd know, McCall? I'd bet this is your fault anyway.

[ Jackson tries to growl the words at Scott, but it's very, very difficult to sound convincing on that front with Scott so close he can't do anything except smell him, and it's impossible not to feel how achingly hard he is under the towel that dangles low on his hips. It's Scott, he realizes wide-eyed, which is enough to make him wish that pinching would wake him up from this, but it doesn't. But Scott smells good, so good he can taste it, and he can't help the small, pitiful whine that says he wants more, more contact. He squares his shoulders as best he can, and tries to seem intimidating, but it's pretty much absolutely impossible with Scott's face buried in his neck. There's a slight way he shifts, tilting his head to give Scott better access.]

You reek. No wonder I feel like I'm dying.

[ Jackson was just going to neglect the part where all he wanted to do was bury himself in that smell, roll in it and make it part of him. The part of his brain that was still functional couldn't get past the part where this was Scott-freaking-McCall. That didn't stop his hands from clinging to his sides, pulling him in closer, despite how the barbs of his words seemed to be trying to push him away. In honesty, he wanted anything but.

His heartbeat was erratic, fast and uneven, his breath alternating between low gasps and soft keening whines, his eyes glowing blue as he looked at the Alpha against him. Jackson didn't know, not consciously, but his body did. His body and the hormones that came with his feet wanted Scott's alpha smell all over him, wanted to be pinned down and taken, and Jackson's mind just wasn't quite keeping up. Part of him wanted to shove him away, but he couldn't quite bring his hands to cooperate -- far more interested in holdin on than anything else.

He wasn't sure when he lost the towel, but it just made it all so much harder to resist. ]

You run with Derek now, don't you? Wouldn't he have warned you about something like this? And how is it my fault?

[The last part comes out harshly, with a quick little bite at Jackson's neck as reprimand. Again, his body was reacting before he even realized it, and he didn't know why he just did that. Once it'd happened though, Scott's arms wrap around Jackson and pull him closer, pressing his face as much into the other teen's neck as he can, breathing in that scent directly, and he's kissing and licking at Jackson's throat, slightly amused that Jackson was offering himself.]

Can you even smell yourself right now? [He growls a bit, waiting to see what Jackson does as he feels him grappling with whether to pull Scott closer or push him away.] You smell incredible. You're...

[He gets tired of waiting anymore though, and he pushes Jackson against the wall, slipping his legs between the omega's and pinning him, not about to let him get away anymore. His hands are roaming over smooth, trained muscles only made more impressive since his transformation. There was absolutely no good reason that Jackson be an omega, but Scott was slowly piecing it together.

He briefly recalls a conversation with Stiles when they were trying to figure out all the crap that Scott might go through at first. He gets that this must be heat, but Scott was a beta. It wasn't supposed to be affecting him at all, but right now he felt like he was on fire if he didn't press against Jackson or get inside him right now. Scott thought Jackson must be an alpha, but it falls into place when Jackson just holds onto him and Scott feels how hard the guy is right now.]

Jackson... I think you might be an omega. [And for some reason, that bring a small smirk to Scott's lips.]

[Jackson is about to say something about how almost all problems seem to come back to him and Stilinski, but impossibly, Scott shuts him up before he can really get the sentiment out. Teeth nip at his neck, and Jackson makes a noise that sounds almost apologetic, if not quite human. They were both going on reactions here, except that Jackson wasn't particularly fond of how he was reacting to Scott. The part that could still try and think, anyway. The rest of him was just screaming it wasn't enough.

When Scott starts kissing and licking at his throat, Jackson lets his head fall back, silently offering. There's a part of him that's aware that Scott McCall making out with his neck should not be hot. It should not be so much as tolerable, even in the midst of having his skin feel like it's burning off his body. Having Scott touch him simultaneously makes it better and worse, and it's really too confusing to sort out right now.]

Don't be stupid, I always smell amazing.

[His voice is rough and sensual, and it comes out sounding less like typical Jackson-arrogance. There's a small moan when his back hits the wall, and his knees bite into Scott's hips, legs spreading like he wants Scott between his thighs. He's leaning into how Scott touches his chest, and he hardly notices when his own hands are suddenly rather insistently trying to navigate that shirt off Scott's body -- move your hands or he's going to tear it apart.

He knows vaguely about the Alpha-Beta-Omega trinity; his pack leader did have the triskelion tattooed on his back. He knows enough to know that Omega is not where he wants to be on the scale. Not where he should be.]

Bullshit.

[He growls, a glare of glowing blue eyes as fingers shift toward claws. There's something that feels like truth in what Scott says but that fact can go fuck itself. And hopefully Scott will fuck him before he dies, because faster and faster everything else is starting to matter less and less.]

[Scott just growls softly in amusement as Jackson stops talking and whimpers apologetically. It only further proved that he was right, that Jackson, the guy that all the other guys wanted to be and all the girls wanted to sleep with, was just a lowly omega.]

Yeah no. [Scott smirks a little, his new alpha instincts kind of enjoying seeing Jackson lost and submissive for once.] You smell irresistible like I can't pull away from you... It's like your body is begging for someone to fuck you.

[Scott still doesn't know why he can smell it so strongly and why he was being affected so much by it. He can't imagine himself being an alpha, and the thought hasn't once crossed his mind, but it's not something that he can really care about right now.

Tearing off his practice jersey for Jackson, Scott pins him hard to the wall again, letting his co-captain's hard cock rub against the growing bulge in his shorts. He wants Jackson to realize what he's doing to Scott right now, and what he'd be getting better acquainted from here on out.

Growling, he finally pries himself from Jackson's neck only to claim his lips roughly, dominating the kiss for a few minutes before he finally pulls back.]

So, you know what an omega is, right?

[It should have flared anger in him, but there was something momentarily wicked about hearing Scott say it, his scent and his voice as he alleged that Jackson's body was begging for someone to fuck him. And unfuckingfortunately, that was exactly what it felt like.]

My body is telling you to go fuck yourself.

[Possibly the worst comeback ever, in a long history of terrible retorts, but that wasn't the point here. The point was that he was so overwhelmed, so drunk on the feelings singing through him that it was hard to remember how to talk, let alone manage anything other than kind of sad insults.

Fuck Scott, fuck how he smells, fuck how his cock drags against the bulge in Scott's shorts with how the other pushes between his thighs. Friction dances lightning behind his eyelids and makes him moan, helpless and wanton, arching his body like he's in heat -- which he is.

His mouth melts under Scott's, leaning into the rough way their lips meet, nips and bites, with Jackson trying to take control, but never managing it. He's panting heavy for breath, a keening whine that shivers in his throat at that question. It takes him a moment before he can pant out a reply, his hands palming over Scott's chest, feeling the warmth of his body and clinging against him.]

Generally...

[He had a feeling he wasn't going to like whatever it was Scott had to say.]

Is that why your cock is hard and your holding onto me right now?

[Scott says it so matter-of-factly because... Well, it was true. Jackson might have wanted to push him away or stop this, but every sound he made, every little movement of his body, and even the way his heart rate and his scent spiked when Scott kissed him said otherwise. Jackson could deny it all he wanted, but the way his body was reacting to Scott, he might as well have been holding a big flashing sign announcing his availability to every wolf in the area, especially the alphas.

He wasn't trying to be mean about it, not completely. There was just something so poetic about Jackson being an omega. The guy who made Scott's life way more difficult, who always walked around like he was better than everyone else, had just been destined for the life of a submissive wolf. All that power he wanted, he'd have, but at a cost.]

You're in heat, Jackson. Your scent is telling me and every wolf in the area that you're ready to be fucked and bred by each and every one of them.

[Scott presses his lips to Jackson's again, teasingly biting him since he knows that the other can't resist now. He pushes down his shorts at the same time, stepping out of them once they hit the floor before wiggling out of his jockstrap too, his cock springing free and slapping against Jackson's abdomen. And, yeah, he was bigger than Jackson now.]

Derek didn't tell you the big thing either? Omegas that have a pack don't get to be betas. Even when you're not in heat, you're more like a plaything for the rest of the pack. Hurt you or fuck you, you're basically stress relief for us.

[Despite all that he was saying, there wasn't any real malice behind it. Scott's tone was rough because he needed to fuck too right now, but he was trying to warn Jackson of his future.]

Now, get on your knees.

[Jackson didn't really have an answer for that. He simply couldn't help himself. His cock was aching and he couldn't make himself let go of Scott, couldn't stop trailing his fingers over the definition of his stomach, though it was nowhere near as defined as his own. At the moment, he didn't care, he just needed to touch, to feel skin, needed the contact. It was becoming harder and harder to think, to do anything except arch and writhe for Scott's hands on his body.

His face flushed slightly at that declaration. Yeah, Jackson wasn't the blushing type, but considering he'd just been told he was in heat, and that he was silently telling every wolf he needed to be fucked, that he we ready for breeding. He really didn't like the sound of that, but it was a distant sort of thought, didn't spark panic so much as a low sense of concern. Something for later. For when he didn't want Scott inside of him minutes ago. He kisses him, and he moaned as Scott stepped away, striping down so his cock finally bounced free, and he couldn't help the hungry look in his eyes, the way the heat in his body spiked.]

I didn't let him freaking turn me just because he wanted a sex toy. Whatever that.. that is. I'm not... that.

[Liar. In truth, at the moment, it sounded almost erotic, the way that Scott's low voice told him that he'd never be equal to a Beta in a pack. That he would be a fucktoy, a plaything, even when he wasn't in heat. It should have been nearly bone-chilling, but it wasn't, none of it was. That command slipped from the other wolf's lips, and for a moment Jackson hesitated, like the last pieces holding him together before he crumbled. And he did.

He slid down to his knees with a breathy groan, unable to do anything except wrap his lips around the head of Scott's cock with a wanton, needy noise.]

That's the thing, Jackson. It doesn't matter if Derek wanted you as an omega or not... He told me once that Alphas can be anyone who fights for it. They're chosen by those around them for their strength. That's why betas can become alphas. [Kind of like how Scott was going through right now.] But omegas are born. It's not something chosen or controlled... Just who you are.

[Scott felt a little sorry for Jackson, if only because it was admittedly strange for someone like him to be an omega. Feeling Jackson's fingers over his chest just remind Scott that Jackson was still taller than him, his chest was more defined, his arms were bigger... By all outside appearances, Jackson was more attractive than Scott, and it would seem like the roles should be reversed. Scott might have be bigger where it counted now, but that was mostly a product of their assigned roles.

That feeling doesn't last long though, because seeing Jackson on his knees is way hotter than it should be. And before Scott even has a moment to react, he feels those warm lips around his head, which elicits an low, equally needy noise from Scott. He runs his fingers through Jackson's hair for a moment for holding him and pulling back a little. His eyes now a blood orange-red as he looks down at Jackson.]

And I didn't give you permission to touch me yet. [He growls softly.] You don't get to do what you want anymore. You only do exactly as I say, when I say it...

[He taps Jackson's nose with his cock, almost like a little admonishing gesture. Then, to see if Jackson really understood, and a bit of alpha curiosity to see just how long the omega could resist the heat and obey his alpha, he presses the tip of his cock against Jackson's lips again. He wants to know if Jackson would give into his needs and try sucking him off again, or if he'd obey Scott and wait.]

Got it?

[It made him swallow, that claim that this was who he was, and Jackson didn't know how to refuse that claim. Derek by and large seemed to know what he was talking about when it came to this whole werewolf stuff, and while he might not particularly like McCall most of the time, he didn't think he was lying. There was also the fact that he was here and unable to help himself from behaving like this. He was aching for Scott, he wanted his cock. He shivers at the noise that Scott makes when his lips wrap around him, but then he's whining, plaintive, as Scott uses fingers in his hair to pull him back.

He looks up at him, and the sight of those blood red-orange eyes goes straight to his cock. Those words, sharp and authoritative make him shiver, and he finds himself nodding in spite of himself. He gasps, sucking in a deep breath as Scott pressed the tip of his cock to Jackson's lips, and all he wants is to suck it into his mouth. But, impossibly, Scott's words hold weight as much as his eyes and he finds himself squirming on his knees as he tries to resist.]

Please..

[Ohgod ohgod did that word really just leave his mouth? He can't help himself, he's just so hot, burning up from the feeling of it and he wants Scott's cock. He wants to feel it against his tongue, inside of him, and there's this primal, instinctual part of him that just wants to please the Alpha.]

[Scott was teetering on the edge of clarity and losing himself to his instincts right now. He didn't know how to be an alpha. He didn't even realize he was one yet, but he's having all of these instincts and feelings that he can recognize aren't completely him, but are comforting yet demanding enough that he's giving in. He won't lie to Jackson. Hell, he's done everything in his power to protect the guy from being killed by... Everyone. Even though they didn't like each other. Part of him wanted to help Jackson, but that part was quickly losing to the part of him caused by Jackson's heat and his own rut, the part that wanted to claim him, dirty him... Make a statement to every other wolf that this omega was off limits to anyone but him.

Even with the precarious position Scott's emotions were in, that little plea, that one word, pulls him back just a little because... What? He's never heard Jackson say 'Please', not even sarcastically or any other way besides asking... And this wasn't asking. Scott could hear it in the way his omega's voice trembled that Jackson was begging to suck him off. If this happened any other time than now, Scott would think he's hallucinating.

He pulls back though, bending over and tilting Jackson's head up so that he can claim his lips once more, kissing him deeply. He's silently promising to take care of Jackson, to protect him from the things he'd need protecting from for the rest of his life now. He wanted Jackson with him as a mate and part of his "pack", even if he doesn't realize that part yet. Scott hopes that comes through in the kiss. He wants it to...

But in reality, it was still rough and untrained for someone like Scott. The kiss was full of growling, possessiveness, and he was practically biting at Jackson's bottom lip, wanting more needy sounds from him.]

Don't forget to give my balls some attention while you're at it.

[He growls as he stands up straight, offering his cock to Jackson again, and this time allowing him to taste it.]

[Jackson murmurs into it as Scott bends down, kissing him, searing their mouths together. He can feel that there's something to the kiss, something more than just the fact that Jackson's in heat and he needs Scott, needs to feel it, needs so much more than this. It gets lost in how rough it is, in the way Scott growls and how teeth bite at his bottom lip. He likes the biting. He likes the biting a lot. It pulls those soft, needy, wanton noises that hint at pleas that don't entirely make it off his mouth.

Jackson nods empatically at that request, watching as Scott straightens, looking strangely obedient, but he had little choice. Both because Scott was an Alpha, and because Jackson wanted him, and he needed Scott to let him. And so he ducked his head down, tongue starting at his balls, licking and then softly suckling at the flesh before moving up to the base of his cock, tilting his head and letting it almost lay across his face as he slowly licked his way to the tip.

Then, he finally tried it again; sucking the head of Scott's cock into his mouth. Sucking on it, slowly pressing down, letting it fill his mouth with a low, hungry whine of pleasure. He needed this. He needed to touch and taste and feel, and more than anything he needed Scott to shove him down on the floor and fuck him until he couldn't breathe.]

[Scott was definitely going to be fucking Jackson soon, that was a guarantee. The alpha didn't even think he could avoid doing so even if he tried at this point. It was hard enough for an alpha to resist an omega in heat, but when he'd gone into rut at almost the same time, there was absolutely no chance of him ignoring his body's needs now. He needed to dominate Jackson, needed to breed with him... repeatedly, and whether he realized it or not, Scott needed a pack, and Jackson was currently his first choice.

For the moment though, he's satisfied with the feeling of Jackson's tongue on his balls and up along his cock. He even give a low, pleasured noise of approval that let's Jackson know he's doing good so far. It was almost sinful to watch Jackson do this, seeing his cock slowly disappear into his co-captain's mouth was something that Scott had never even imagined. He couldn't imaging Jackson doing this for anyone before now... And it's good that he didn't have his phone with him right now, he almost wanted to record this moment for later.]

Good boy.

[Scott praises Jackson, running his hand through his omega's hair. He's petting and praising him like a dog. It's just too hard to resist the little jabs at Jackson's new role right now. He does meant it though. Scott doesn't think he's ever received a blowjob this good before, and it was something that he didn't think he could resist for too long.

Of course, Jackson doesn't really get to do all the work anymore. He didn't get that kind of control anymore. Scott's fingers tighten in that short hair again, and he slowly pulls him down on his cock, forcing him to take more of it after Jackson had his chance to try and get used to it himself. He growls lowly, fucking Jackson's mouth and throat. His eyes never leave his new mate, making it clear that he expected Jackson to enjoy this from now on.]

[Jackson really felt like he should injure Scott for those words, for the way that he ran fingers through his hair, spoke to him like he was a well-behaved pet. But, any such inclinations were currently being swept away by the feeling of Scott's cock between his lips, the way it stroked against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. In truth, he liked the way fingers touched his hair, the reassurance.

And then things shifted, Scott's fingers tightening, pulling him down on the other boy's cock and there's a murmur of momentary surprise. He loves the way he growls, the way he's fucking his mouth, his cock sliding into his throat and it makes him gag for a moment. He's not actually used to doing this, but there's a heat in his blue eyes, a wanton desire and he sucks, leaning into the way that Scott handles him.

He reaches up, curling fingers against one of Scott's hips, holding on for balance, so he can slide down deeper when Scott fucked into his throat. He does enjoy it, in truth. He enjoys it more than he wants to admit to, more than he really thinks he should, but in the grip of his heat, under the Alpha smell that he couldn't get out of his head, none of it mattered. And so he kept sucking, letting Scott use his mouth.]

[Scott kind of realizes that he was risking personal safety to toy with Jackson like this, but he's pretty far beyond caring at this point, and he just wants to make sure that Jackson remembers his place and doesn't think that he's anything more right now. He wants Jackson to think that he's just doing this to help with his heat, because Scott is just that kind and generous, when, really, he needed this just as badly, and only Jackson could help him too.

Even as Jackson gags, Scott doesn't let him pull back, still holding tightly to the other wolf's hair. The way that Jackson looked up at him with those blue eyes, completely lost in desire and lust, won't let him pull away, and he can get that Jackson doesn't want him to, or doesn't have to will to protest anymore, so he isn't going to stop.

He uses Jackson's mouth roughly. It's still Scott, so he's more carefully about hurting Jackson, but the alpha in him is seeing him as just an outlet to be used for his own benefit because that's what an omega was. Eventually though, once he feels himself get close, he pulls out of Jackson's mouth, panting breathlessly and trying to come back from the edge that he was way too close to. If he hadn't pulled back, he'd definitely be cumming now, and it shows in how ragged his breathing is, how hard his heart was pounding in his chest, and how his hard cock, slick with Jackson's saliva, was glossing the omega's lips with precum.]

Beg for it, Jackson.

[Luckily for Scott, Jackson is beyond caring, too. He's lost in the heat that's overtaken his body, the way that it shoots through him, the edge lost as long as Scott keeps touching him. The fact that it's Scott, that they're fucking in the locker room and he has no idea how much longer practice is going to last, none of this matters. Nothing except having an Alpha's cock buried down his throat.

He likes the way that Scott holds him down, even as he gags, even as his throat flexes around the other boy's cock. Fingers curled tight in his hair, and Scott holds him there, and fuck but he loves it. He uses him roughly, fucking his mouth so hard that his lips are bruised and slick, full and red from the abuse.

He can't help that he whines, plaintive and helpless, wanton when Scott pulls from his mouth. He leans in, trying to nuzzle into Scott's slick cock, trying to lap at the precum. ]

Please, please, please.. I need your cum. Please..

[...Did he really just say that?]

[Hearing Jackson say that so honestly and pleadingly is enough to make Scott surprised even in his currently intoxicated state. It was also nearly enough to make him cum right then and there. It was a side of Jackson that really he never knew existed, and it was damn hot. He's almost tempted to to go ahead and give Jackson what he wants and they both need.

Instead though, he pulls back and pulls Jackson up to his feet. His eyes were still shining red, just in case Jackson tried to challenge his decision.]

You'll get it, omega. I promise. [He even adds a small kiss to Jackson's lips as he says that.] But it's going somewhere else, if you want out of your heat.

[He turns Jackson around, pinning him against the wall for a moment, and letting his fingers trace down between Jackson's perky cheeks, feeling over his tight hole. He makes a surprised little sound at what he's just discovered, and it's ridiculous he didn't smell it sooner, since it was so obvious now.]

You were made to be fucked by wolves. You know how I know that?

[Jackson gasps, rough and low as Scott pulls him up to his feet, and he wobbles, his knees weak, stumbling from the pleasure. His blue eyes met Scott's red and his heart pounded against his ribs. He didn't want to want this, but he was helpless. There was something primal, feral, desires that crawled under his skin and made him whine with want.

Scott promised he'd get it, and the way he called him omega went straight to his cock. He leans into the kiss, however brief it is, needing the contact, to feel Scott. He shakes as Scott's strong hands pin him up against the wall, his eyelashes fluttering as fingers trail down between his cheeks, touching over his hole, and he flushes red.

He's been trying to ignore it, the way his body is slick, wet so it dampens his inner thighs. He shakes his head at that declaration, still trying to ignore it, to pretend it isn't real.]

I wasn't made to be fucked by wolves.

[It's a small protest, doesn't come out as fast or as angry as it should, and he trembles under the touch of those fingertips.]

[Scott isn't planning on holding him like this for too long, he just wanted to make sure that Jackson was good to go back there, not realizing that this kind of thing was even a possibility, even for an omega. It doesn't bother him though, if anything, it gives him more evidence that Jackson was an omega, and was his not, or would be by the end of this.]

You're wet, Jackson. Your body is compensating and getting ready to be bred by the rest of your pack.

[He lightly traces his finger down the other's thigh, teasing him while collecting more of that slipperiness before he pushes his finger inside him, the digit sinking in easier than he'd expected.]

Damn, I'm glad I got to you first. Smell so damn good... And you're nice and tight still too.

I'm not getting bred by anyone...

[But Jackson's protests are weak, hard to insist on anything when he craves Scott's cock like he craves breathing. He whines, his body jerking as Scott's finger trails down his thigh, gathering the moisture from his body, the way his hole was wet when Scott finally presses his finger in. Jackson moans, helpless and shameless, unable to do anything except lean, arch and press back into it, trying to sink it into his body that clutched tight around it. It's lewd and it makes his face burn how smooth and easy that finger pushes in. Scott's right, of course; his body takes it like he was made for it.

But, by now the pleasure is running him, wiping out any last hints of thought or resistance, it has him bucking his hips, pressing against Scott's finger as his hole gets even more wet. It's lewd, profane, the way his body is warm and slick and so clearly accepting. He aches for his cock, even if there's a part of him that wants to take back those words -- a part of him that's drowning in the heat and desire like fingers disappearing under the waves. He's lost to this.]

Then hurry up and fuck me...

Actually, you're getting bred by me. [Scott practically purrs into Jackson's ear, nipping it playfully while his finger slowly moves in and out of him.] Repeatedly, if you're obedient.

[Scott just can't help falling a bit more into his alpha role, just with Jackson. It's hard to resist the other wolf right now, not like this, so when he hears those words from his co-captain, Scott practically groans and grinds against Jackson's leg. He couldn't resist the guy even if he tried, and the feel of his tight heat, already naturally lubed and ready to go had Scott impossibly hard.

He pulls his finger out of Jackson quickly, turning the guy back around because he wants to face his now mate when they fuck for the first time.]

Hold onto the gate.

[He commands simply, wanting Jackson to hold onto the chainlink gate in the locker room. Scott's already lifting one of Jackson's legs to wrap around his waist, his cock already sliding under the omega's. He wanted Jackson like this, to taste him and look into his eyes as he filled him and claimed him as his own in a way that would make sure Jackson knew who he belonged to now.]

[It scratches at his pride, that claim of getting bred, that Scott's going to, maybe repeatedly, and it makes his heartbeat pound in his throat. Because there's a part of him that wants it, wants to be obedient for his Alpha, even as that increasingly small, distant part of him wants to fight against this. But how can he with Scott's fingers thrusting into the slick, wet heat of his body, his knees shaking as he leans back against the gate behind him.

There's a sharp, wanton gasp that's torn from his mouth as Scott pulls that finger from his body, strong hands that feel like steel holding him in place. His hands obediently move to curl in the gate, holding on, bracing his body against it as Scott lifts one leg to curl around his waist. His blue eyes look up to his alpha's red, lifting his his and begging for it in all those small, subtle ways that Jackson didn't entirely understand.

This was beyond logic or anything thought or considered; it was pure, raw need. He needed Scott inside of him, needed to be filled with his cum, needed to feel it as the alpha sunk into the slick heat of Jackson's body made just for this no matter what complaints he voiced.]

Scott--

[Scott cuts off whatever Jackson was going to say, lifting Jackson's other leg and holding him up off the ground, bracing him against the chainlink fence as he presses his lips roughly against Jackson's kissing him roughly just because he felt like it, because even in this heated state, Scott needed some semblance of romance, some kind of real connection, because it was way too easy for him to confuse this with love, even though he knew they were high on hormones and sexual frustration. And in part because he knew that he'd never have a chance with someone as perfect as Jackson otherwise.

The kiss is also to distract Jackson from the pressure against his tight hole. Even though his body was naturally lubricating, the wet heat of his body ready for an alpha to breed him, Scott didn't want it to hurt, so he does his best to make Jackson feel good, moaning hotly against his omega's lips as he press inside him, sliding all the way to the hilt, until his hips are pressed firmly against Jackson's perfect ass]

Fuck, Jackson--

[Scott can't help murmuring against Jackson's lips, his claws lightly digging into the omega's hips as he tries to hold himself back and not give in completely to the werewolf urges.] You're still so tight...

[ Jackson gasps as Scott lifts his other leg, holding him off the ground, and in reflex, Jackson is hitching his knees into McCall's hips, though he knows it's almost unneeded -- werewolf strength makes supporting Jackson's body weight easy. He kisses Scott back, unable to help himself, just needing this so badly. His lips are almost pleading, because he's so hot, he feels like he's burning alive and the feral part of him knows that an Alpha can make it better, that Scott is everything that he needs, and he just needs him to fill the slick depths of his waiting hole.

And then Scott is pressing in and Jackson moans, pressing into the kiss, intoxicated by the feeling of it, how Scott's thick cock stretches him, pushes in so deep Jackson's shaking from the feeling as the other boy's hips press flush to he curve of Jackson's ass. He moans heatedly, his body leaning into the claws that dig into his hips. He just needs this, needs to feel Scott filling him, fucking him through the heat that's claiming him. He's offering his body as best as he can; arching and whimpering and begging softly for Scott to fuck him with the sounds that he makes.

He flushes at the comment and nods, although it seems obvious. There's a difference between Lydia's dildos and being impaled on McCall's cock. ]

[This was definitely a side of Jackson that Scott had never seen before, and he was sure it was just because the omega was in heat, that as soon as it wore off he'd go back to being the jackass that he always was, and he wouldn't give Scott the time of day other than to belittle him. For the moment though, he was so in love with the way that Jackson was kissing him hungrily, begging him for this. It made his chest feel tight, because he can't deny that there was an attraction to Jackson that he'd always felt. That the guy was everyone's type, and specifically his.

He groans against Jackson's lips, holding still for a moment as he tries to adjust to the exquisite tightness around his shaft. It was incredible, and he'd never felt something so tight and hot and fucking perfect around his length, that werewolf strength or not, his knees almost give out from under him due to how good it feels.

After a moment, he finally sighs and relaxes enough to move, just rocking against Jackson for a moment with slow, shallow thrusts. He's afraid that if he goes too fast too soon, Jackson's needs or not, he'll cum too quickly.]

[Jackson's shaking from the feel of it, from how Scott feels inside of him, filling him and stretching him open and it draws this horrible whine from his lips. It was exactly what he needed, what he ached for. And while he'd never admit to it... he wanted Scott. Behind the snide comments and smug arrogance, he liked him. He tried not to; he didn't want to like the goofball werewolf, but Scott was somehow alluring.

Scott stays still, and it makes Jackson squirm, aching for him to move, to fuck him. His body needs it, needs to be taken, and even when he starts moving, it's not enough. Short and shallow, and he wants it deep and hard, he wants Scott to make him scream, and he can't help those whimpers that slip from his lips as the Alpha moves into him. His body is maddeningly slick, makes it so easy as Scott moves inside him. He grits his teeth, biting his lip and he growls.]

If you don't at least fuck me like you mean it, McCall, I swear...

[There's no end to that threat. He just needs it, needs him, please.]

Edited (htmlfail) 2013-07-24 23:13 (UTC)

(open to Beta or Omega.)

Being bitten had been an accident. The Alpha had been trying to kill him, aiming for his throat but missing and getting his shoulder instead. Through the same kind of chance, Stiles had managed to push her off him, watching as her bare feet tangled in the mass of barbed wire, throwing her off balance and tipping her backwards onto a protruding piece of rebar. It was a toss up over who'd looked more surprised, her or him.

That little action had somehow wound up making him an Alpha, whether he wanted it or not, and it had taken both Derek and Scott to train him, contain him, teach him not to change on a whim or give in to his temper. Somehow, he'd pulled it off and had learned control.

But something else had crept in at the same time. Every time Scott was the one holding him down or teaching him something, Stiles paid more attention. He was focused on Scott to the exclusion of all else, ignoring comments made by Derek half the time (partly out of spite and partly because he just couldn't shift his attention).

That focus got more intense the close to the full moon they got and Stiles found himself climbing into Scott's window two nights before it, just standing there, watching Scott sleep. Scott was his in so many ways; his best friend, his brother, his confidant, his keeper. Something else was pulling at him, though. Something different. Something more intense.

Things have been - different, understandably, since Stiles turned. A part of Scott is really pissed about it, because he never would've wanted Stiles to be affected the way he has, to have his life literally turned upside down by the bite. The other part is grateful, almost selfishly, because now his best friends understands everything that he'd been going through when it had first happened to him. Now he doesn't have to worry about hurting Stiles, either, because as it turns out, his best friend is an Alpha.

That in itself is a lot to take in, but Scott's trying to wrap his head around the whole thing. Tonight, though, he's pretty beat, and he's sleeping hard, chest rising and falling slowly with even breaths. Something manages to make him stir from dreaming, and when he rolls over, blinking with eyes half-open, he manages to make out a silhouette.

He jerks up in bed, scrambling back against the pillows, eyes suddenly wide and fully alert as he adjusts quickly to find the face in the shadows. "Stiles? What - what is it, what's wrong?" There must be an emergency of some kind. "It's the middle of the night."

"Is it?" He knew it was, but the almost lazy lilt to his voice belied that. He moved forward, not needing to be quiet now that Scott was awake. That's what he'd wanted, right?

Coming over to the bed, he knelt on it, looking at Scott painted with all the shadows of his room. "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to come see you." He could pick up Scott's scent from here, sleep-warm and heavy in the air. He crawled forward a little.

"Aren't you glad to see me?" Why did it feel like he was asking things from down a very long hallway? It was like he was only half aware of what he was doing.

"What?" Scott blinks the remaining haze out of his eyes, rubbing them with the heel of his hand before he sits forward, his voice thick with sleep. He hasn't fully woken up yet, hasn't completely realized the change in Stiles' scent yet, but he reaches out to gently squeeze his best friend's shoulder.

"Yeah, man, yeah. Of course I'm glad to see you."

"How glad?" The question slips out even as Stiles moves forward, still crawling and aiming to hover over Scott on all fours. In the dark of the room, his eyes glow red, his head coming down as he sniffs at Scott, cheek brushing against warm skin. He doesn't need to be that close to smell him, he could smell him outside the window, but he wants to be. He wants to get a stronger dose of his scent. He wants to rub his cheek on him, to mark him with his own smell. Because Scott was his.

"What?" Scott's starting to feel like a broken record but that's when it hits him, the sudden scent of Stiles, musky and strong and overwhelming his senses, and he leans back against the pillows, fingers unconsciously descending from Stiles' shoulder to a slightly more muscular forearm.

"I'm glad to see you, Stiles," he repeats again, his voice dropping low as he leans in, nudging their foreheads together.

He takes in a deeper breath, feeling Scott's acquiescence, crawling over him more until he could lower himself over top of him. He probably shouldn't be doing this. He knew better. That wasn't how they were.

But his scent was driving him crazy and there was this undeniable need to make him understand that he was his. That Scott belonged to him in a way that nobody else could have. Especially not Derek.

Scott doesn't fight Stiles at first - but then the overwhelming urge overtakes him and his loose grip on Stiles' forearm changes into a tight hold, hand clamping around his wrist in a strong vise.

He's not going to let Stiles be the one on top, not this easily, and the instinct to fight him for dominance rears up in his chest until he snarls, visibly, and flips them over, bearing Stiles against the mattress with a growl in his ear, trying his best to pin him down.

He may be an Alpha, but he was a new one and he hadn't gotten used to the extra strength or speed yet. Scott flipped him easily, but instead of looking up at him in fear when he saw the golden eyes and heard the snarl, he found it shot straight to his crotch, making him lift up to press against him before he began to try to push him back over.

Scott was his. He was the dominant one and he wanted to prove it. He growled back, teeth biting at Scott's jaw; not to maim or injure, but to nip and show who was the one in charge.

Those red eyes are the first indicator that maybe he's bitten off a little more than he can chew; the second is that nip against his jaw, enough to make him gently ease his grip on Stiles' wrists, sitting up slowly.

He's not going to go down without a little bit of a fight, but when he leans in, gently nuzzling underneath Stiles' chin, it's a gesture of trust.

Stiles' hand slides up to grip the back of Scott's head, his hand almost gentle in its touch. He pushes, moving, shifting, rolling to put himself back over Scott. To be the one on top and to slide between the part in his legs.

His next gentle bite takes hold of Scott's lower lip, a quiet rumble of a growl leaving him as he does it.

Scott's first instinct is to nip back, but it's a playful gesture, one that toys lightly at him even as he lets himself be maneuvered onto his back, legs falling to either side of Stiles' body.

He reaches up to mouth blindly over his jaw, the line of his neck, whimpering softly in the back of his throat.

The blanket gets pushed down out of the way so Stiles can lean down and rub his cheek over the chest bared to him. His tongue comes out to lick at the center of it, his eyes lifted to watch Scott as he did.

His hands were braced on either side of his body, holding him up and giving him the leverage he needed to start to rock back and forth.

Scott's eyes go half-lidded, a small groan rising up in his chest, that low rumbling sound that reverberates when Stiles licks down over his skin and those eyes gaze up at him, so familiar and yet so different all at the same time.

He's half-hard when Stiles starts to grind against him, tenting the front of his briefs as the friction only serves to make him harder, and he tips his head back, panting roughly, fingers curling around Stiles' wrist.

It's the head tilted back that catches Stiles' attention; the neck bared and offered to him in a signal that makes the red flare in his eyes.

He's up and has his teeth elongated and fit around the neck in a heartbeat, pressing just this side of breaking the skin. He growls, low and deep, needing to have Scott submit to him.

The rational side of his brain was somehow expecting this to turn into a fight. Scott wasn't a submissive wolf. Not to Derek, not to Peter, not to the Alphas that came after him. That part of his brain was expecting to be thrown off and pounced on, to be made to submit. He was relishing the possibility, his cock fully hard and pressing into Scott's hip.

The human half of Scott is still trying to wrap his brain around everything that's happening. The wolf side isn't going to lay down and give in that easily, and when Stiles' teeth close against his neck he snarls at the contact, his nails growing long enough to dig points into Stiles' arm, this time pressing hard enough to break the flesh.

He's hoping the pain is enough to draw Stiles's attention away so he can slide out from underneath him, the bed shaking under the force of impact when he gets him over onto his stomach this time, pressing against him from behind, hands gripping both wrists as he stretches out over him and nuzzles his hair, hips grinding into his rear.

There's a brief moment when Stiles lifts up into the motion, when his ass lifts up to press back against Scott as he feels him grinding into him. A moment when he lets out a breathy sound, eyes closed as he feels need play over him.

But he's an Alpha. He doesn't get pinned. He can smell the tang of his blood in the air and he lifts up, moving to throw Scott off him. If successful, it's likely Scott would land off the bed and Stiles would move quickly to cover him, grab and pin and touch him.

Scott's canines are fully elongated now, eyes a completely different color as the wolf emerges from within. He hits the bed and barely has time to bounce against the mattress before Stiles is on him again, pinning him down hard.

He doesn't have his hands free and he bucks wildly up against him, fighting the switch, teeth trying to snap at the closest place he can reach, and he growls at Stiles, breathing roughly with a snarl on every exhale.

This is what he wants. Scott isn't some meek little puppy to just give in, not over something like this. Stiles can count on him to be the strong one, the surprising one, and his wolf had been counting on that when it had made him come over.

Stiles changes, teeth, ears, claws all showing as he snapped back at Scott, leaning in to lick the side of his cheek before giving his jaw that surprisingly tender touch of teeth. "You smell so good right now." He wanted to roll in him, leave his scent all over his best friend to mark him.

Scott may be on his back, but he's going to try and level the playing field a little, and he manages to get one hand free to slash his claws across Stiles' chest, the only damage done to his shirt as he effectively rips it to shreds without breaking the skin beneath.

"Stiles," he manages, getting one arm around his middle in a crushing bear hug as he tries to roll them, their legs tangled together.

Good thing it wasn't one of his favorite shirts. Stiles repays the favor by reaching down and drawing claws through the band of Scott's boxers. Oh darn, look at that.

Then he's drawn down and pressed to Scott, rolled onto his back and laid out to look up at him. His legs are tangled up in Scott's and he winds up sliding his hands down to slip those claws over the curve of Scott's ass, lightly so as not to break the skin.

The boxers slip to one side, a useless scrap of fabric, and Scott reaches down, sliding one hand around Stiles' thigh to haul his hips up against his.

He braces his hands against the bed, unable to stop a groan from slipping out when Stiles gently rakes claws over his ass, the sensation enough to make him grind forward, momentarily distracting him.

Friction was a wonderful thing. Seeing Scott naked and rubbing against him was just what he needed. The groan vibrated through him and had him lifting up into the way Scott was grinding down before he grabbed his shoulder and pulled, rolling them to the side.

He had one leg between Scott's and he used that to press down, to rut himself against Scott's hip as he lowered his head to bite at Scott's shoulder. Not to mark or to bleed, but to hold still.

The bite is almost like flipping a switch; instinct has him momentarily going limp, easing over onto his side as Stiles settles over him, stilled for a few breaths as he relaxes a little under Stiles' hold.

He breathes in Stiles' scent, strong and heady and covering him now, or starting to mix with his own, and he's pretty sure everyone's going to know they've been all over each other after this, but he doesn't care. He glances up at Stiles, eyes half-lidded with arousal.

Stiles looks down at him, almost whimpering with the rush of pleasure that goes through him from seeing him like this. It takes a minute, but he manages to shift back, to lean in and bite at Scott's lower lip with human teeth as he ruts up again.

"I need you so bad right now."

There was just something about him, something that screamed at Isaacs instincts to obey and listen to Scott, despite Isaac having his own pack, and his alpha at that, but he couldn't shake the feeling. He covered it up, well, as much as he could, and he didn't think anyone noticed the way he goes all shy whenever Scott is around, or how he has to physically stop himself from following him around like a lost puppy.

It was late, after a lacrosse game and he was all freshly showered and heading out of the school, to walk back to home.

It's still kind of weird that he can pick up scents without even being aware of it, but Isaac's is one he recognizes pretty much right away, underneath a layer of soap and deodorant. Scott's putting a few things into his locker when he catches it, actually lifting his head to follow the path it takes from stronger to weaker before he starts trailing behind it in search of its source.

"Hey, Isaac, wait up!" He calls out to the other werewolf and lifts a hand in greeting, taking a few more steps to catch up.

Isaac stops almost immediately hearing his teammates voice and turns to face him, adjusting his backpack as he waits, a small smile gracing his lips in return to the wave.

Isaac watches him move and lets his eyes roam across him while he is still at a bit of a distance, before locking onto his eyes as he gets closer, in a friendly way, a smile in his eyes, rare and special.

"Hey man." He says casually, focusing on not making a fool of himself.

"You heading out?" Scott tilts his head slightly, almost an unconsciously hopeful reaction, and shifts his own backpack higher up onto his shoulder, adjusting the weight of it slightly.

There's an itch under his skin that feels like it's getting increasingly harder to ignore, and he clears his throat audibly, trying not to appear too visually bothered by it.

"Yeah, don't want to be at school for any longer than I have to be." He says adding a small chuckle, due to the fact that no one was around, and he could drop the whole badassness act that he portrayed during the day. He shuffled a bit, looking to his feet for a moment, before regaining his gaze.

"Got any big plans for the weekend?" He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets so that he wouldn't figit nervously.

"Who, me? No, not really," Scott admits, which is kind of a first for him, seeing as how his life has been nothing but chaos and non-normalcy lately. It'll be nice to just hang out at home and do absolutely nothing for a change. Isaac's movement sends another fresh wave of scent wafting over in Scott's direction, though, and he steps forward, breathing in through his nose.

"Is that a new shampoo?" he asks, blurting out the question before he thinks it.

The fact that Scott didn't have plans made him feel better, glad that the name Allison hadn't passed his lips. He doesn't notice the movement forward, but he is a little shocked at his question.

He can't help but let his inner wolf do a little happy dance. "You noticed." It was more of a statement than an answer, but a bright smile crawled its way onto his face. "Figured I'd try something new." He said, really wanting to asked if he approved, but luckily he managed to not embarrass himself by opening his mouth.

"Yeah, well. Hard not to notice," Scott replies, and the other thing that's hard not to notice is the way Isaac smiles at that, slow and broad, and Scott finds himself smiling too, reaching out to gently adjust the collar of Isaac's shirt since it's currently folded inward.

His fingertips linger there, gently brushing against the pulse point on the side of his neck, and that scent fills his nose again, thick and hot.

"R-really?" he stutters out. Isaac wants to slap himself at the weakness he is showing. Subconsciously he leans his head to the side, when Scott fixes his collar, damn he is so thoughtful, not realizing that he is baring his neck to the other wolf in a submissive way, like a Beta to an Alpha, which is weird because they're both Beta's, well, according to their last wolf out session together months ago.

Isaac swallows hard and licks his lips letting out a shaky breath as his soft tan fingers stoke his sensitive pulse point.

"Really." Scott doesn't think, he just reacts; when Isaac bares his throat like that, exposing the curve of his neck, he leans in, teeth raking across the skin to nip possessively, his fingers gripping the strap of Isaac's backpack so he can't move away from it.

He lingers in his space, taking another deep breath, and feels - better for having done that, somehow. Like there's a less of a weight on his chest.

Isaac's nerves practically light on fire as he feels the teeth against his thin skin, feelings of home and lust and every emotion in between rushes through him, and it feels perfect, it feels right. He lets out a slight whine, as he is nipped, they are just adding to the fire, heating up his body and turning him into a submissive little puppy, which in a sense it was. The way Scott's teeth raked against his neck screamed Alpha.

He moves his head back to his neutral position and opens his lids slowly, gazing at the wolf with a hint of his beta gold eyes, not wanting Scott to move any further away from him, and boy is he glad the school is deserted at the moment.

Scott's breathing a little harder than normal, reaching out with one hand to brace it against the bank of lockers behind Isaac's head, stepping forward to get rid of all remaining distance between them. He doesn't quite notice that the flash in his own eyes is closer to red than gold now, or maybe a blend of something between the two colors.

He swipes a thumb across Isaac's full lower lip, the sound of that whine doing some pretty interesting things down below as he nuzzles the mark he's left on Isaac's neck, leaving his scent on him.

Isaac wanted to pinch himself and hoped this wasn't another one of his dreams, he didn't think it was though, he could feel the cold metal of the lockers on his back and the warm soft body pressed against his front.

This was all too much for him to take in at once. He licked his lips, taking in the remaining taste from Scott's thumb onto his tongue and processed the fact that Scott had scented him.

"What are you doing?" He asks, not trusting him to say anything else but short sentences.

"What does it look like?" Scott's voice is hushed, low. Even though his mind is racing with a million things at this point, he forces himself to take a step back, hand still braced against the lockers. Whatever he wants to do - and he's not even sure he understands it himself - it can't be in this spot.

"Not here," he replies, taking a second to clear his head.

"Where then?" Isaac asks, eager and completely into whatever had gotten into Scott. He liked it. He made him feel alive and safe and he was addicted. He moved forward, when Scott moved back not wanting any distance between them. He wanted more.

"Somewhere. Anywhere, just - " Scott leans in, taking in the other boy's scent. It's drawing him in more than he thought was even possible.

"Your place." He suggests, leaning in himself and nuzzling at the other boys neck, breathing in his scent, loving every part of it and aching for more.

"Come on." Scott fists a grip in Isaac's shirt for a few seconds before he remembers where they are and releases his hold, letting his hand swing down by his side.

It takes everything he has not to run at breakneck speed until they reach his house, but they get there soon enough, and he gets his keys out to let them inside. "Mom's at the hospital," he explains, though he doesn't know why he feels the need to, the memory of Isaac's breath on his neck enough to make his skin hot.

"Whatever." He says following him into the house like a second skin, lips on whatever part of him he can reach. He didn't care who is around anymore, the minutes that it took to get to Scotts house hand him craving him like nothing else before. His mom could be watching from the kitchen table and he wouldn't have stopped. He had waited way to long for this and it was finally happening. His crush wanted him back.

"Isaac, hold on," Scott murmurs, chuckling softly as the other boy literally glues himself to his body, barely an inch of space between them as they shuffle into the house. "At least come upstairs first, alright?"

He figures his mom isn't going to be back any time soon, but he'd prefer not to scar her for life. His hand slips into Isaac's to lead him up the stairs, but he barely waits until the door shuts behind them to press the beta up against it, both hands fisting in the material of his shirt as he kisses him, hard.

Isaac just chuckles, but does what he is requested and gives him a bit of space, expecting to follow the boy up the stairs. He is overjoyed when he feels the warmth of the other hand in his and grins like an idiot when he laces their fingers together and lets Scott guide him to his room.

He lets out a gasp as he is pushed back against the door, but quickly regains himself and kisses the other wolf back just as hard and needy as before. His hands go to the dark eyed boys hair and tangles in the soft locks, deepening the kiss. This feels so right, he just hopes that the other wolf feels the same way.

"Scott..." he moans out as he takes a breath before letting his tongue explore Scott's mouth.

Scott slides the backpack off Isaac's shoulder, practically tossing it across the room before he gets his hands on him, roaming and exploring. They push underneath the hem of Isaac's shirt, coaxing it up and over his head and possibly ripping it a little in the process, all in haste to get it off him. His hips keep Isaac pinned against the door as he strips off his own shirt, needing more skin contact.

He doesn't go in for another kiss, moving his lips to Isaac's throat instead, claiming him with a small mark at his neck, and then he slowly mouths over the other boy's chest, his fingers already working open the button on his jeans.

The slight tear of his shirt was deafeningly loud as it was tugged off of him. He wasn't mad that it was tore, in fact he made it a warning for all his other clothes of what might happen if they don't comply when it is time to come off, how he thinks of this crap when he is pinned to the door by Scott is beyond him, maybe he has been hanging out with Stiles too much.

How Scott has the strength in his hips to still a needy werewolf is quite impressive, the delicious frictions heightens the sensation as his eyes roam the other wolf's impressive body.

Isaac moans again with the scrape of his teeth against his neck, the mark healing itself quickly, taunting the other wolf to mark him up some more. Isaac's eyes flutter shut as his mouth moves along his chest, he lets his hands fall down to Scott's waist, fingers roaming the expanse of soft flesh, dipping into the waistband, teasing him.

Scott's eyes flash in frustration as that mark heals, and he braces both hands against the door on either side of Isaac's body, preventing him from moving away as he dips his head back up to bury his face against his throat, snarling possessively while he leaves another mark, a none-too-gentle bite with his elongated canines, his wolf beginning to rear up a little more obviously from the inside out.

He bats Isaac's hands away from him, playfully, a small grin on his lips that looks more like wolf than boy with his teeth, and he's down and back up in a blur of movement as he shucks Isaac's jeans off, tugging them down his hips and past his knees.

"Get on the bed," he growls, shifting forward to press their hips together, feeling the hot length of Isaac's erection through his own jeans.

Isaac howls in both pleasure and pain as his neck is bitten, damn Scott was serious about marking him, he hoped Derek wouldn't notice or decide to make Isaac's life a living hell, because he liked this side of Scott, he was so powerful, so strong, so god damn sexy.

He pouts up at him, but complies and let's his hands fall to his side, before using one to reach out and steady himself on Scott's shoulder, from the sudden movement and hisses when the denim scrapes roughly over his bare erection.

he listens to the command and his cock twitches at the tone and the thoughts of what might be coming. Instinctively, he slips out of Scott's arm cage and kicks off the rest of his own jeans before crawling on the bed, getting on all fours before looking back over his shoulder at the other wolf, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he pulls off the most innocent of looks, despite the way he has been acting and feeling previously.

"Like this?" he asks as if he were a virgin attempting to do this for the first time, his voice was light and airy, and would have totally pulled off the act, if it wasn't for the twitch of his lips into a slight smirk.

Scott's practically tempted to bite down on his own fist as Isaac slides out from between him and the door, stepping out of the remainder of his clothes before he crawls onto the bed on all fours and glances back at him invitingly, a complete contrast to the bashfulness he'd displayed earlier.

He presses the heel of his hand against the front of his pants, rubbing his cock through his jeans to try and help, but it's too late - he's rock hard and throbbing painfully, and all he can do now is take off the rest of his clothes, shoving jeans and briefs down with both hands and kicking the pile of clothes across the floor as he crosses the room to crawl onto the bed behind Isaac, sliding a hand up the inside of his thigh.

"Like that," he replies, eyes dark and flashing with want as he kneels behind the other wolf, using palms to massage and knead his backside, coaxing the cheeks apart. He slicks a finger in his mouth and then presses the tip to Isaac's entrance, gently circling that puckered hole before slowly pushing in, testing his readiness.

Isaac watched Scott approach him with a hungry look, wanting the raven haired boy more than ever. He let out a throaty growl and shuddered as Scott ran his hand up the inside of his thigh. He watched Scott with great anticipation, eyes filled with lust, but when he saw the long digit enter his mouth, his eyes close and head falls forward, causing his body to open up slightly more for the other wolf.

He spreads his legs at the non verbal command and shakes his ass a bit, the need and heat still overtaking his body. Isaac moaned, loudly, his silent pleas answered as his puckered entrance is teased and tested, this is what he is really craving, even though he didn't know this is what he wanted. Now, there was not other thought or want that did not include having the dominant wolf inside him. His eyes flash gold and his canines extend as he loses his control a bit and bites a pillow to muffle the sounds he is making.

{All three roles available}

((Open to all roles.))

[ These two with Peter as Alpha? ]

((Works for me! Do you have a preferred situation or shall I roll one at random?))

[ Feel free to roll! ]

((Also, I forgot to ask what Lydia's role is? So I know how to start it. ^^))

[ Since it's a 6, let's make her a Beta. ]

Omegas were boring, whimpery needy and not a challenge. Alphas were wild and prideful, and everyday would be a challenge.

And there were the Betas who were just plain... dull.

Except this particular Beta. Besides her outstanding intelligence which she was trying to hide, and her beauty, she had something else. Of course Peter had met wolves with something special in them but she was different.

The fact that he might be interested in a Beta as his possible mate mate him furious, but also... excited. Betas could put up a different fight than Alphas especially this one, Peter could smell it.

He saw her around town, and met her during a few parties, also sent her a box for a few times with wolfsbane in it, just to be a dick. Peter's way to get a girl's heart wasn't the usual chocolate and flowers after all, especially when he was seriously interested. But it was time for a proper meet and greet event.

"I hoped you'd come." he smiled gently at Lydia as he walked up to her. "

Lydia knows enough to know when she's being pursued. It takes her a couple days to connect the dots to the guy that keeps showing up at parties around town and the one who's sending her gifts. The box with wolfsbane in it had been a particularly interesting surprise, but after she gets over the initial rude shock, she realizes she's - more intrigued than anything else.

"Well, you had me curious," she replies, her arms crossed firmly over her chest as Peter approaches her. She knows that if he wants to, he can smell her fear, so she lifts her chin defiantly and looks him right in the eyes, challenging his dominance. It's a potentially dangerous move, but she's not exactly going to roll over and expose her throat for him either. He might have to actually work at it for once.

Peter's lips pull into a smirk as he was watching her stance and reactions. Oh, this will be a challenge he'll indeed enjoy. A Beta with the pride of an Alpha.

Her little dominance game left him with a chuckle. He's not going to take that lightly, oh no. He keeps her gaze, wanting her to look away. Maybe she's not afraid now, but she will later, his gaze promises.

"Only curious?" he asked tilting his head. "I hope it'll soon turn into 'interested'." he smiled holding out his hand for her to take. "I hope you enjoyed my presents."

"Maybe I am interested," Lydia replies, only it's not a complete concession, and she eyes his hand as if considering whether or not to take it before she finally does, lightly placing her fingers in his.

"Maybe not." Her gaze shifts away after another beat, not wanting to test her luck any more than she already has, and she keeps her hand in his, her eyes fleeting to his face and then away again.

As their fingers touched Peter held onto Lydia's hand and pulled her gently but firmly closer. As a trap catching a rabbit. The touch also made Peter decide that indeed, this Beta will be his one way or another.

"I'm glad you are, then. " he nodded, satisfied with her reaction. Yes, he's still the Alpha here, and no matter how wonderful a Beta is, they shouldn't challenge his authority. "I've already introduced myself in my invitation, Mrs. Martin, but let me do it in person too. My name's Peter Hale." he smiled with his most handsome smile, if he could say so himself.

[Open to prompt #3 with Stiles as an Omega and Derek as the father? No romance necessary on Peter's behalf. Just pack dynamics?]

((Alright! I guess Peter's a Beta in this then?))

When he heard the news he was sure it was just a joke. A very distasteful one. But then again when did his nephew had any sense of humor? So excuse his raised 'really?' eyebrow as he's eying you, Stiles, when it happens that the news are true. He's also damn amused for his own good.

"I must admit, I'm impressed. And a little hurt because no one bothered to tell me." he sighed, walking closer and taking a deep breath. Or a sniff. Scent tells him more than words after all.

Yeah, Stiles had been pretty surprised himself. Given the fact that, not only had Peter's bite turned him, but that it had made him one of the few illusive omega's left to their kind. The rest was some pretty graphic history that no one except he and Derek needed to know about. Suffice to say Stile Stilinski had turned up preggers within a year of his new found life as a werewolf.

Yup. The Hale pack would finally be able to increase it's numbers in ways other then biting depressed teens. Except now there was the added threat of an alpha pack out there somewhere, waiting to rip Derek to shreds. Pack law dictated that omegas would be spared and perhaps even imported into the new pack, but that any pregnant omegas would be beaten until they lost the child of the previous alpha.

Either way, Stiles was certainly on edge. That didn't mean he would abandon Scott or his father or the town for that matter. He stubbornly remained in Beacon Hills. The fact that Peter was here, at the old Hale residence, surprised him. As far as he knew, the ex-alpha had been keeping off the radar until he returned to full power.

"Yeah, well it's not exactly happy news these days. Not with an alpha pack closing in."

Stile smelled like pack. Like a dark, comfortable den. Like pups and fertility.

Peter slowly tilted his head as he was processing the scent. It made him uncomfortable for a moment because pack, pups and family didn't exactly mean safety for him anymore. It brought back destruction, fire and pain.

He hid his grimace behind a sneer, as he was eying Stiles. A pregnant omega in the middle of a battle with an Alpha pack. And they said he was the cruel one.

"Oh, my condolences. I guess there isn't gonna be a baby shower then?" his voice was light, almost sweet as he was talking. His eyes never let Stiles, taking him in with all his changed attire. With the hormones, and soon to be showing belly and the anxiety of it all. Indeed, the boy wasn't a happy mother material there and it spiked Peter's instinct to protect and he hated it. This instinct was a part of why he was still here despite the obvious danger levels of the situation.

"Derek never learns, does he?" Peter started. "I swear... he's doing this on purpose to himself, to all of you." he added lightly gesturing over Stiles. "I know we're part animals here, but come on, Stiles, I thought you're smarter than this."

Yeah. That's the exact look Derek wore from time to time. It surprised him to see Peter react the same way or that he could look so much like Derek when he wore such a broody look on his face.

Which, by the way, Peter still kind of creeped Stiles out in a major way. Why did he suddenly feel calm? Well, as calm as he could possibly be considering the majorly fucked situation he currently found himself in? He'll just chop it up to pack stuff.

"If we get through the next few months without them taking out Derek." He said, marking his spot in the book he had been reading up until the moment Peter walked in. What to expect when you're expecting just didn't cover half of the freaky hormonal shit going on inside of him.

"Derek's a decent alpha. This is pretty much trial-and-error for him you know?" Mostly errors though. Lots of huge errors. "Dude, you have no idea how hard it is to push back omega instinct." An omega's purpose was essentially to increase the numbers of the pack, especially if said pack lacked a certain number of readily available females.

Cocking his chin up, Peter relaxed his stance. The scent of pack in the air made him edgy for some reason. So he walked to where Stiles was sitting and sat across from him, still with a calculating gaze. He knew what would be the logical choice in this situation: getting rid of the little one. Less weak points, and it wouldn't divide Derek's attention. They didn't need more distractions.

But his instincts wouldn't have let him. He knew he wouldn't lay a clawed finger on Stiles until that little spawn of probably more hyperness was inside him. Pack was important, despite tragic experiences and mistakes. Pack was always first. Mothers bearing Alpha's children were especially protected. Peter found it awfully ironic that instinct made him kill one of his family and now the same instinct was forcing him to probably stay around more at this awful place with this silly boy. And risk his own life, ugh, brilliant.

"My nephew just learned how to be a 'decent' Alpha indeed. And you just added 'father' to his responsibilities. Instinct or not, it's not going to be the first mistake in this chapter." he sighed, spreading his arms. "I'm surprised you're still in town."

Cue Stiles throwing up his hands in mock surrender, "Now you sound like Derek. I swear he's become even more of a cave man since he got the news. I'm not leaving town! My dad's here, stuck in the middle of policing a town with two rival packs about to clash. Scott's here too. I can't abandon my best friend." Which, hey, since when does he rant about his problems to Peter Hale anyway? Usually he'd be making Stiles uncomfortable with his mere presence.

"This is creepy. Why do I feel less likely to jump out a damn window with my nerves while you're here? Did I get switched from Scott's pack to Derek's because of this? No one gave me a memo."

Well, Peter is not amused for being compared to Derek. Not at all. He thinks of himself more competent and far more handsome. So bear his not amused stare for a while, Stiles.

"Please, stay then, by all means. Be the brave hero." he shrugged leaning back. "While pack reacts to your state in a protective way, others, namely the Alphas or other weres for that matter might... end up being a bit more violent. Are you really up for that?" Peter already imagined how troublesome it will get.

Though Stiles' question made him cock up his chin.

"Could be the fact that I don't want to kill you at this exact moment." he answered with a light smile. "Also, I'm pretty sure that having something of Derek's inside you made you half of his pack." Pack or family wasn't a big deal for Peter after the fire, but look at that, apparently pregnancy was.

"I'm not tucking my tail between my legs and slinking off while a major fight is about to break out!" That's something Peter would do. He'd take the reasonable, easy way out. All these past months everyone had been pooling their resources trying to find Boyd and Erica and where had Peter been? Probably protecting his own interests as usual, namely himself.

"Derek told me what would happen if the alphas get a hold of me. You don't have to mince words just because I'm in a slightly more delicate state here." Any other pack might just absorb an omega, especially one proven to be fertile. This pack was purely made up of alphas. They'd probably just kill Stiles or keep him around for entertainment for a few months.

"Thanks, Peter. I'm really feeling the pack love here. Go team Hale." He rolls his eyes, sarcasm was his one major defense. Always had been. "Scott's not an alpha though. He never reacted to me like Derek did. Isn't there like....some way to mask my scent and status?"

Of course Peter kept himself away from all the drama, he was still recovering. And he knew that the pack will seek him out or he'll be too bored one day and visit them. No need to rush, it wasn't his style.

"He told you?" Peter raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Did he elaborate? Was he talking about that they probably won't kill you? They won't even hurt you at first, but be very, very gentle." he smiled a little, knowing Stiles knew what he was talking about. "Only then... when they gave all their kindness away, only then they will take the pup away. Probably during a spectacular show if Derek's still alive. So he can witness every second of it." Peter was just asking, mind you. Just asking.

At Stiles' question, he had to roll his eyes.

"Of course there are methods and a few herbs but even all that won't help when you're looking... less lean with time." he rolled his eyes. "Also, do you really think Derek will let you take anything while you're having his cub?"

Stiles falters for a moment, his jaw going slack. Yeah, that's some images he could do without. "No, he skipped those details...I thought I wasn't in danger until they killed Derek? Making him live to see all that...." It was sick, but that went without saying, or at least he hoped it did. Just the mere thought of something like that happening set his stomach on edge.

His vision blurred and he felt the room spinning. Oh no. He was going to throw up and Peter was right there Ugh. No. He could deal with this! He could -

Nope. He barely managed to reach for the nearest trash bag before his breakfast betrayed him, "Why do they call it morning sickness if it lasts all day?" He grumbles, wiping the edge of his mouth with the wrist of his opposite hand.

"Yeah, but it'll help right now. Make me less of a target. Plus, what Derek doesn't know won't hurt him, or us. I thought you'd be on game with this sort of idea. You love to undermine him at every turn."

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At one point Peter was absolutely thrilled for Stiles' reaction to his words. Talking about getting his point through.

"They seem like a tactical lot. If they ever get a sniff of you, you're gonna be their number one target and not Derek." he explained, spreading his arms and watching Stiles' suffering with faint glee. "Oh, relax. It could be your secret weapon. If nothing helps, you can always throw up on them." he's enjoying this too much. And no, he's not going to do anything to make the boy feel better, and the urge can go and screw itself.

But Stiles was suggesting something dangerous. And Peter found himself being interested.

"You want me to help you masking your pregnancy behind Derek's back?" he asked, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees. "What's in it for me? Well, other than I share a secret with his beloved one from him?"

Again, feeling the Hale love here. He couldn't wait to become a full fledged member...

"Have I mentioned how much you aren't helping matters? Just...shut up. I'd rather not know what I'm getting into if you're going to be Mr. Information."

As for defying Derek, oh yeah he was all over that. If it helped keep him and the pups safe. Omega's could be incredibly stupid in their pursuit to protect their young. Stiles seemed to be going down that path pretty early on. "Nothing stupidly dangerous of course. What's in it for you is....the fact that the Hale pack won't get totally wiped off the map if we succeed?"

Peter's ready to spread all the Hale love over the place, anytime.

"You know, I'm just really concerned and want you to know what you're getting into." he smiled innocently, because he was always innocent. No, really, he was convinced he was. "I'm just helping."

Though at Stiles offer he had to roll his eyes. Family was meant so little, and if it would come to him he weren't letting it grow at all. But if Derek wanted to be a huge sap about then he had no choice. But why did he have to choose this boy of all.

"I'll help you." he sighed, cocking his chin up. "I know where to get the meds, and herbs and no, they are not that dangerous." he paused. "In the first trimester of the pregnancy." he added.

"There's a way to hide it in the second trimester, but that's a difficult spell and the physical appearance won't change, of course." he explained with lazy hand movements. "It will be our little secret." That glee in his voice? Totally your imagination, Stiles.

Stiles didn't honestly think it would take much convincing to get Derek's crazy uncle on board with his idea. Thankfully, it didn't. Just the promise of undermining Derek seemed to make Peter positively ecstatic. That note of glee in his voice definitely creeped Stiles out.

Whatever. As long as they could keep the pregnancy a secret from the Alpha pack for as long as possible. "Great. Sounds like a plan." Like it or not, Stiles would have to trust Peter. It would be so easy for him to hand off an herb that could terminate the pregnancy instead of masking it. He was hoping Peter had better survival instincts then that because he knew Derek would go berserk if that ever happened.

"I'm going to be showing in a few months." As scrawny as Stiles was, he'd probably look like a snake that had swallowed a watermelon by his third trimester. Eventually people were going to notice. He wasn't stupid enough to think he could hide this forever. Not from an encroaching pack of alphas.

"I can wear baggier clothes, that's not a big deal. Derek wants me off the lacrosse team though. All I do is sit on the bench anyway!"

Unfortunately for Peter, his damn instincts wouldn't let Stiles get any dangerous herb because really, Derek would kill him again for that. Even if it would make their lives so much easier but if these two were up for the worst then congratulations to them. Why is he involved again? Oh yes, to annoy Derek and... for one more reason.

"I don't know, I heard pregnant players have it easy, I mean, who would push a pregnant boy, am I right?" he chatted, leaning back in his seat again. "Also, I have one more condition, if you don't mind."

He took his time to continue, wanting Stiles to really listen to him.

"During this little secret adventure of ours I- well, I'm not an Alpha anymore, and I don't want to be, but having someone to do what I ask from them could come handy." he smiled. Maybe a bit too smugly.

"They won't know I'm pregnant. They'll probably just think I'm getting super fat." Regardless, Stiles really didn't think he had to quit lacrosse. The sport wasn't all that dangerous and he was pretty sure Scott would look out for him anyway. Isaac definitely would too.

Dammit! He should have known Peter would have some sort of price for his help. Frowning, he let his arms cross over his chest. "As long as whatever you need from me doesn't cause Scott or Derek any harm, I guess I'm in your debt."

"Same thing." Peter shrugged. Fat kids were bullied too, maybe they be lucky and the bullies will get rid of their problem before anything. Also, from now on he'll need to visit lacrosse games just for the fun of it.

Peter tilted his head a little, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Why would I want to hurt any of them?" he asked innocently. "Neither me or you are strong enough to harm them." except for emotional damage. Which is already ongoing as Stiles goes along with keeping a secret from Derek.

Isaac didn't care who may be home, this was complete torture. He had lost count of the times that he had gotten himself off and he was still not satisfied. He was just in his boxers as he padded toward the kitchen of the new Hale House, well, Isaac lived their too, so, Hale/Lahey house. He looked in the fridge and groaned when he saw nothing that he wanted. Nothing was going his way today.

Maybe for Isaac's great misfortune, Peter choose this exact day to hang out with his nephew and his pack. Yes, of course, it was absolutely at random. Really. It had nothing to do with the fact that the whole place was reeking of.. well, something similar to hunger.

His lips turned into a smirk as he was watching the boy in silence from his spot in the living room. Creeping around was Hale specialty after all. He didn't say anything just got the (last) water bottle he took from the fridge and opened it. He knew Isaac's senses were sharper in his current state, so he'd definitely hear the sound of air escaping from the bottle.

Isaac froze. Derek was out grocery shopping yet again, as the pack always seemed to be stuffing their faces with something, eating them out of house and home, luckily, Derek seemed to know what Isac liked and always made sure to get him a couple of things just for himself, see he does care, but that is all besides the point...the point is, is that Derek is not home...and there is someone in the house.

He extends his claws in defense before turning around, ready to attack and that is when he is greeted with the sight of Peter. He retracted his claws with a slight roll of his eyes and looked at the water bottle, his water bottle in his hands, he looked at those hands and pictured many things and places he'd like those hands to go...he really had no boundaries in his current state...convenient huh Peter...?

"You. What are you doing back so soon?" He questioned, voice airy and slightly longing as he spoke.

Peter smiled as he was watching Isaac's eyes. He knew too well what the boy was feeling and what he wants to do and that gave him a rush of power he didn't feel in a long time. And that was amazing.

He mock pouts at the boy when he can see his attacking state.

"My useless nephew isn't teaching you any manners." he sighed, holding the bottle up. "I can't visit my own pack?" It was still questionable that he was pack or not but he's not going to fuss over little details. And, just to taunt Isaac a little he took a sip as if he wouldn't know how much the boy would want ice cold water. It's not that he was that interested in amateur intercourse right now, especially with a Beta in heat, but he could never refuse cruel games. Well, for him they were just games, but others tended to call them 'cruel'. What was with that.

"You shouldn't visit...if you were really serious about this pack then you wouldn't disappear." He growls, eyes glued to Peter's adams apple that bobs as he swallows the water, no his water. He was frustrated and he needed to get off again, and dammit, he wanted his water!

Isaac decides to lean against the counter and scowl with folded arms, looking the part of a moody cub. "What are you doing back anyway..." he asks. Willing to get his mind off of his current situation...he really didn't want Peter to listen to him get himself off.

"Oh, I apologize, I thought... I thought I wasn't welcome." Peter started with pretended confusion. But his smirk remained intact as he was carrying his gaze all over Isaac. "You look sick, are you sure you're alright? Do you want some water?" he asked ignoring the other questions and held up the bottle. Of course he knew what was wrong with the boy and that made it all sweeter. He could smell it in the air, he could hear Isaac's heartbeat, and he could almost see what the other wanted.

Isaac growled in the back of his throat towards the ex alpha of the pack and tried to not let him get under his skin. Isaac was sensitive to anything at the moment and he eyed the wolf with a slight glare. "I dunno if you are or aren't. Check with Derek." He advised. That was the safest solution where Peter was concerned as Derek's opinion on him changed all the time.

"I'm feeling fine, just annoyed that someone took the last water bottle." He says deciding how to answer the next part. "Yes." He decides to say with a lick of his lips. There simple. It didnt let on to how much he wanted and needed the cool beverage. He stayed still, waiting for Peters next move...he's always been a crafty one.

Peter spread his arms and looked around as if searching for something.

"He's not here I guess I have to wait." he said at last, as if he would be annoyed. But he was far from it. He enjoyed this situation too much.

"This was the last one? Oh, I'm sorry. Here, take it, I only drank a little, there's plenty left for you." he sighed then holding out the bottle for Isaac but he wasn't moving an inch. If Isaac so badly wanted the bottle he had to go and take it.

"We'll maybe next time you should consider a little advanced notice." He says defending his Alpha.

Isaac froze. He didnt know what he should do. Peter was always up to something, even if it wasn't apparent at the time, but as Isaac thought about it, there should be no way that Peter would be aware of his current situation. Isaac took a tentative step forward and then another, his eyes locked on Peter in case of any sudden movements. A few moments later he was in front of the reborn wolf reaching for the delicious taunting bottle of water.

[ ooc: interested in someone cross-canon? I love Peter so I couldn't resist. Maybe Alpha!Peter, if you're willing? ]

((Certainly! ^^ Any preferred situations?))

[ I was thinking sort of a mix of 4 and 7, where Roman's been on suppressants and doesn't know he's an Omega until he misses them and all of a sudden things get real awkward. But I'm good with other ideas too~ ]

((Oh, I like that idea! We can start with it. ^^))

Ever since Peter had come back to his senses and, thanks to his Alpha abilities, completely healed he was trying to find himself a proper pack and a steady position. He knew Alphas could be strong and feared but only if they have a pack, or a court. Yes, Peter wondered if he'd call his pack of puppies a 'court' now. It suited him way better.

His senses were trained on possible candidates and Omegas because they might be weak but they could add to the numbers. It's not that Peter was greedy, but.. yes he was. This was part of the reason he went to social events despite the fact that he knew he wasn't welcome. With his family background and the way he gained his Alpha status will be forever his stigma.

The current party he was heading to was more like for Betas and Alphas, so imagine his surprise when he smelled an Omega nearby. Someone was taking their pets out for a walk or something more interesting was going on? So excuse his amused stare.

Roman had never known what he was, which was how he ended up at this party with about half of the people around him looking at him like they wanted to eat him. He was pretty and the heir to the largest Biotech company in the country; the flip side of that was that it had not been particularly difficult for his mother to get him on suppressants with Roman none the wiser when puberty hit. He'd been supposed to be an Alpha. his mother hadn't considered he might be anything else. When she was wrong, she dealt with it in the Godfrey way -- lie about it. Roman had never thought about it, or considered that he might be anything other than what he seemed.

The problem came when one night, he left by the dark of the new moon. It was the result of typical senior year highschool drama; falling for that beautiful gypsy werewolf Alpha that ended up mated to his cousin, in the end. And so Roman had left, unable to deal with their starry-eyed bliss, wandering with a 1970 cherry red Jaguar, and an equal taste for parties and trouble. One might wonder which taste it was that ended him up here.

One gaze felt heavier than the others, and his gaze flicked up to find the owner, a glass of scotch he was not really supposed to be drinking in one thin-fingered hand as intense green eyes slid over to Peter (Godfrey greens, as the saying went in Hemlock Grove). He lifted an eyebrow, trying to seem flippant, but there was a spark and Roman didn't understand the way it made him feel. It was confusing and strange and the way the air smelled here was heavy and maddening and none of it made sense.

Part of having a bad reputation was that Peter could do whatever he wanted without having to worry too much about the consequences. Not that he was really worrying any about that. So while the other Alphas were still eying the lost pup he decided to walk up to him.

His eyes also got his interest, almost as much as his scent. Maybe this party won't be such a bore after all.

When he arrived to Roman he took in his scent, and he wasn't subtle about it all, he wanted to know what his reaction was.

"Talking about sheep amongst wolves." he started in a gentle tone, tilting his head to the side. "Are you sure you're up to the challenge?"

Roman swallowed, looking over at him as the man took in his scent. Which should have been strange, but instead it was almost intoxicating. Part of which was that he could smell him too, and as the distance closed between him the scent got heavier, had his pulse pounding, heat twisting inside of him as his body reacted. He smelled like an alpha, and his body knew what that meant, even if Roman didn't.

The fact that the man was attractive didn't hurt things at all, either. Roman was no stranger to going home with a pretty face, but usually it wasn't like this. A heat inside of him smouldering like a fuse, a desire to press up against him and smell his skin, to be close and touched in ways he wasn't putting words to.

There was a smirk, but it was harder than usual. Usually snarky jibes and ripostes came second nature, but his head was a little fuzzy, and it was hard to focus. The man made him feel like the sheep, but he was trying to hold on even as he was starting to spin out of control. "I'm always up for the challenge," Roman replied with the thoughtless ease of someone that almost never backs down from bad ideas.

"Who are you?"

Peter's smile grew at his words. He was handsome and probably coming down with heat. And he just walked into the worst place possible. Was he even aware of it? His words were confident, his stance tried to be confident but his heartbeat...

"A cheeky sheep then." he said as his own glass of whiskey changed hands so he could offer it to his new... partner. In conversation. Yet. "My name's Peter Hale." It was also being a pleasant feeling to be able to introduce himself and not through someone else. "May I hear your name so I don't have to call you 'sheep' for the rest of the evening?"

Roman had no idea just what he'd walked into. All he knew was that his heart was pounding, his pulse racing in his throat as heat started to twist through him in reaction to the scent on the air. He'd never felt like this before; sure, he'd been aroused, turned on, but not like this. This was a slow burn that was quietly consuming him. Roman took the offered glass of whiskey, taking a sip in hopes it would calm his nerves.

"Roman Godfrey," he offered, with a slight weight to the words; he was used to people knowing his name, though it was less common the further he got from Hemlock Grove. Which, now on the other side of the country, was much less common. But he still held himself like the brat he'd been raised. Heir to the largest Biotech company and the associated fortune, he would have been the biggest prize to catch. Thanks to the suppressants, he'd been a disinterested beta instead. Except now it was all crumbling around him.

"And I'm not a sheep," he insisted, even if he somehow found it almost endearing; talk about fucked up.

"Mr. Godfrey who's not a sheep." Peter tasted the name with a slight frown. "Ah, yes. I heard a little of your family. Not much though, so you can impress me all you want." he added with a light smile.

He stepped closer to Roman. Just at the edge of his personal space, just so it might get uncomfortable. He could feel his heat radiate from his skin and Peter wondered when he'll snap. Yes the questions wasn't 'if Roman would snap' the question was 'when'.

Roman was accustomed to the indulgence that came from his family name, but far from family pride, Roman honestly found it nice when he got to start conversations without there being the question about whether or not his mother had actually murdered his father. The Godfreys had all the scandal that people expected of old money. "And what makes you think I want to impress you, Mr. Hale?" His voice only shook a little, but it still wasn't very convincing when he was hardly aware that anyone else existed. Just Peter and the way that he smelled, like heat and sex and dominance and things that Roman hadn't even known had a scent.

It got a whole lot less convincing when Peter stepped in closer, just at the edge of Roman's space, just enough to make him uncomfortable and it made his body shudder, running through slender shoulders and down his spine. He leaned in slightly, not stepping in, but it was in how he angled his body unconsciously. Despite the snark that tipped his words, Roman's breath was coming rough, faster, skin flushing as his heat spread through him, a tremble in his skin, feverish temperature that had his body aching. He wasn't typically prone to self control, which made trying to fight this a losing battle. Sipping the whiskey Peter had handed him did nothing do distract him from the feeling, not when he was half-certain he could taste him on the glass. Tongue flicking against the rim before he set it down for fear of dropping it.

He took a shaky step in closer before he could think better of it, that scent of the man's skin intoxicating. He didn't understand what was happening, but it didn't stop him from reacting, a low whine on his lips that he couldn't quite silence in time. Trying to stay away felt like trying to defy gravity.

Roman's question made Peter raise an eyebrow and tilt his head in a silent 'really?'. He wondered if the boy was just reckless or completely clueless. Or both.

He could see every little sign on Roman that he was slipping. It also made Peter sure that he was an Omega. The more seconds passed, Roman's reaction was more visible for other Alphas around too. Peter carried his gaze around which turned dark for a second. As if anyone wanted to challenge him, but he wanted to make damn sure no one will try anything funny. First come first serve.

When it was clear that no one will disturb them for a while, Peter decided to lean closer and whisper into Roman's ear. It was for privacy, but yes, messing with him was also a part of it.

"Because you're an Omega in heat, Mr. Godfrey, and you walked into a den filled with Alphas." he said quietly. "But I must admit your performance is splendid."

Mostly clueless, but with Roman, reckless was never entirely out of the question. He felt that moment, when other people were starting to take notice, and saw how Peter looked around as if staking a claim. Which should have made him indignant at the least, but instead it just spiked that heat in his chest hotter. He was slipping, heat that felt like it curled into every cell of his body as the distance between them closed.

Peter leaned in, voice whispering against his ear, and it pulled a soft gasp of heat from his lips, a hand catching against Peter's chest to steady himself as he felt so overwhelmed. His scent filling his senses, like a drug, making his skin crawl, his body felt like it was burning up, so aroused despite himself. His bright green eyes wide and genuinely surprised as he looked at Peter. He was aware enough to know just how reckless that would be, not something even he would do on purpose.

"But I'm a Beta," he said softly, a little too dazed to put together things like Godfrey Biotech Institute and how easy it would be to have had it repressed. He'd been supposed to be an Alpha. The first Godfrey son was always an Alpha, going back almost 150 years and the six generations before him. His mother was even an Alpha, because JR had wanted her and nothing else had mattered; A Godfrey always gets what they want as the saying went back home.

The problem with catching himself against Peter was that he couldn't let go. Leaning in because he needed to be closer despite all logic that said there was no way he was an Omega.

Edited (typo demons) 2013-06-17 19:06 (UTC)

"Of course you are." Peter's voice was light and teasing as he looked down the hand on his chest. The touch also triggered some deep instincts in him too, namely the claiming instinct. There was a ready Omega in front of him who really, really wanted to be claimed.

"Why won't you... tell me more about this interesting situation in private?" Peter asked and placed his hand on the boy's lower back. His touch was light but he pushed Roman toward the door with a light smirk. "Will your knees carry you or shall I?"

Roman lifted his chin and tried to scowl at the teasing tone, but it didn't come across particularly well. He'd thought he was a Beta, it was what he'd been raised as. But, he'd left Hemlock Grove behind, and that included the suppressants he hadn't known he'd been on. He wanted Peter, wanted to be claimed, primal desire that was over-riding everything else.

He leaned into the hand that pressed against his back, the way Peter pushed him toward the door, not seeming like he was going to broke any argument about the question. Of course, any complaints would have been on principle, and principle was startlingly unimportant right now. He did however shoot Peter a look at the suggestion that he might need the man to carry him.

"I can walk just fine," he breathed. It was not quite true, but he could more or less manage. Shaky knees from the way his first heat was curling through him, unable to pull away from Peter, but he could get one foot in front of the other. Getting away from the eyes watching them did seem like exactly what he needed right now.

[ Most interested in 6, and Peeta defaults as a beta. ]

[Yeah... gonna have to call Alpha on him.]

[Either a Beta or an Omega posing as a Beta]

[ it is like teen wolf heaven up in here, lemme get in on that. ]

This wasn't Stiles' first rodeo. He knew what to expect when he felt the shivery curl of pleasure in his gut. When the scent of someone familiar had him gripping his own thigh to keep from going over and burying his face in their hair.

It meant Stiles needed some alone time. Preferably sooner than later. The longer he left it, the harder it would get not to touch or taste or push against a wall and rub against.

He had to stop thinking about it, because that wasn't helping. Being at school wasn't helping either, and he looked at the clock, wondering if he could slip out unnoticed. Finstock was busy yelling at Greenberg, so he used that as an excuse to slip out of the class, Scott giving him a knowing look.

Damn werewolf noses.

If he could just sneak down to the basement and out of the back entrance, he could slip around to the parking lot, get in his jeep, and go home. All would be well. He had a plan. He was golden. He was a god. He was -- damn. Was someone else in the basement with him. He paused, holding his breath to hear if someone else was there.

"Hold it, Stilinski."

Once he's aware that someone might be downstairs with him, Erica does nothing to conceal her presence, stepping out from the dark with a teasing smile on her face. She doesn't look it, but beneath that hard, mischievous shell, there's a whiny little puppy begging for some attention. Just a little pet, a little touch, a little stroke here and there and this way and back. She's aching for him, but she's not the type to show it. People ache for her, thank you very much.

"You've been stinking up the whole school all day," she states, crossing the room to where Stiles is in a few long steps. She doesn't touch him, doesn't even invade his personal space - but that's a personal choice, because if she moves any closer, shes' going to jump on him, plain and simple. "Getting me all hot and bothered. Not very fair, is it?"

She grins, licking her lips defiantly. With a wink and a sultry voice, she says in a whisper:

"Fix it."

He hadn't known. Not actively, anyway. He'd thought he could get away with it, get away with slinking away back to his house where there were only human noses that wouldn't pick up anything. He'd almost forgotten how many wolf noses were in the school. It idly made him wonder if Boyd and Isaac could pick him up as well and what it had done to him.

But that thought vanished quickly, shoved aside by the blonde in front of him, her own scent reacting and teasing and making him feel like she was touching him when she wasn't. He took a breath, holding it to try to keep from scenting her. God, she smelled good. Even when he wasn't ready to fuck a hole into a wall, she smelled good. Like something he wanted to taste.

Now? Now he wanted to roll in her. On her. Cover himself in her and touch and taste and lick and do everything he probably shouldn't. The wink had him throbbing behind his jeans, his eyes flicking between her lips and her eyes. "Fix... Fix it?"

"Fix it," she repeats after him, nodding her head with that same flirtatious smile she'd been wearing since the start. Erica's been a werewolf longer than Stiles, so she has just the slightest bit more control than him, but it's not a lot. An inch, not a mile. But an inch can take her a long way, and she reaches out, fingertips brushing the height of his chest.

She pulls back quickly enough, begins circling him - a predator watching her prey with a sultry eye. In her rotation, she shrugs out of her leather jacket, revealing the lingerie-looking shirt she was wearing beneath. All very usual for Erica, but normally used as just a tease, not something she was willing to commit to. This time, this time it was different, though. Animalistic - something she couldn't fight, even if she wanted too. Which, on a normal basis, she doesn't want to anyway.

She's been Stiles' for a long, long time. Before she was a werewolf, she was always his. The only difference is now there's a name to put on it - mate. Bond. Her mate, not necessarily mutual, which is fine.

"Smell that? That's me," she approaches him from the side, lips placed near his ear - close to touching it. "You did it. Take responsibility."

"I -- I did... huh?" He couldn't think past her voice in his ear, a shudder going through him that only heightened his senses. He could pick up her scent, not that he couldn't before, strong, musky, female. His nostrils flared as he scented her, his hands curling into fists as he tried not to touch her. Even if she was sending out all the signals, god, was she sending out signals, he didn't want to be the grabby, clingy guy.

That rationale of his brain was slowly drifting away, leaving him in the basement of the school with a werewolf who smelled like she might as well be waving a red flag while he tried to ignore the raging hard on he had.

He whimpered as he caught sight of the shirt when she walked around him; something lacy and fragile looking that he could almost visualize ripping off her. Or pushing up to bare breasts to him. He throbbed in his jeans, almost bending over at the intensity of it.

"Take... what... Uh..." For all that he gave advice to Scott on relationships and women, Stiles was very, very inexperienced in the actual act. If it didn't involve his hand, lotion, and a box of tissues, he was out of his depth.

"You're so oblivious," she mutters out, rolling her eyes with a hand on her popped out hip. Only he would be like this when a girl is practically throwing herself at him. She already knows he can smell her desire, so what's he so worried about?

Erica shimmies out of her spaghetti straps - not removing her top any more than that, because she wants him to do it. She wants him to touch her, to help her, to take of her clothes and let her believe that - for one short instant - there might be a future, a love for them. There wasn't, and she had accepted that a long time ago, but a girl can dream a little dream.

To make it just a little bit worse, she unbuttons, unzips, the top of her jeans, revealing a small bit of lacy, black underwear. Again, not helping along with any of that - she wants him to do, wants him to want to do it.

"I'm giving you permission. You get that, right?" Eyebrows ceased together, she puts her hands on either of his shoulders. "You really want to waste it?"

Stiles wasn't a stupid guy. He picked up on most subtle cues without having to have a diagram drawn out for him. In this case, he needed a diagram and hand holding and outlined footsteps for him. Not because he didn't know what to do (He'd seen more than enough pornos. Hey, the pizza's here), but because he needed to know it was her decision and not him just projecting what he wanted onto her.

His nostrils flared again when he saw the black lace of her panties, his eyes lifting to hers when she grabbed his shoulders. He heard her. He computed it. He understood exactly what she was saying. But it took him that extra minute or five to make sure that it was filtered properly. That he hadn't put things where they hadn't been and that she was holding him, not pushing him away.

"I get it." That was all he got out before his arms went around her waist, pulling her in tight while his mouth found hers. Her taste only heightened what he was feeling, making him walk forward with her until there was a wall, a post, an invisible barrier, anything that he could hold her to to keep from knocking them to the floor.

It's kind of a magical thing when the guy you've had a crush on since forever kisses you for the first time. One of those take-your-breath away moments, to be honest. It's a moment she was positive would never come - even after her change into the beautiful little flower she is now. Stiles was always into Lydia and that was all well and good, fine. She's gorgeous, why wouldn't he be?

She smiles into the kiss, honestly living out every love-dove fantasy she's ever had. She lets him back her up, lets him dominate her just a bit, until she backs up onto a sturdy desk. Erica takes the pleasure in sitting up on it, her hands holding the sides of his neck to keep kissing her, even if they can't breath, even if they have bigger needs. He's kissed her and she's obsessed - she never wants to break away.

... And that's a nice romantic sentiment, but she does need to breath eventually. It's just compulsion. Her eyes automatically fall on the floor and, well, it seems like she just can't wipe the smile off her face. Girly and dumb and not all fitting her personality or the rush of werewolf tendencies they both had. She'd get to that, sure, as soon as she got something off her chest ( hint: not her shirt but that can go too).

"You know, I've actually wanted to do that for a really long time."

She was talking when she should have her mouth fused to his. He looked down at her mouth, watching it form words as his fingers snuck in under the hem of her shirt, lifting it up so he could touch smooth, bare skin. "You should have. At any time."

It was honest. If she'd come up to him and planted one on him, he would have responded. How could he not? She hadn't been ugly before she'd been bitten, just quiet and meek. After? She was like this sex kitten that he, yes, had multiple dreams about. Hot and sticky dreams that had him waking needing to shower. He was only human.

Or had been. Now, he was so much more and he had an armful of willing female that smelled like she was already his. "Here?" It was a question as well as an offer. If they could put a cap on it, he could take her home, not have it be on a desk in the basement of the school where anyone could come in. If was a big question, though.

She wants to retort with something like, 'I had pimples, you were too cute for me,' but she decides against it. Not only would it ruin the mood, but it was a little... private. Not something she'd share with just anyone, even someone she's been crushing on since forever. She wasn't weak, not anymore.

"Here," she repeats after him, leaning in for another kiss. Well, if he'd given her the okay, she definitely wasn't going to waste this opportunity. Sure, in her mind when she lost her virginity (shhhhh) to Stiles it was a bit more romantic, but this was fine. The place didn't matter, just him was all that was important. "Here is good."

And there's a few things she needs to tell him about werewolf sex that Derek had warned her about, but... cross that road when they get to it, right? For now, she's just letting herself love him, tugging him down on her, body to body and chest to chest, fingers lightly running through the extent of his short hair.

A hand leaves from under the warmth of her shirt to grip at a leg, pulling it up as his nails slide down her thigh to her ass. He hadn't been told about any kind of werewolf sex, most people assuming he'd just pine forever over Lydia.

He'd moved on. His base instincts knew a losing cause when they saw one and as a werewolf, he couldn't delude himself that Lydia might have any kind of reciprocal feelings towards him. His nose told him that.

His nose was also telling him that Erica did. She was soaked in need and arousal and Stiles was too turned on to realize he was giving off his own waves of it. He'd thought it was just time to go home, pick a porno, and have some alone time.

This felt so much more intense. Like being alone wouldn't have satisfied him. Like he might have gone out right after and hunted down someone that smelled like she did. His nails dug into the meat of her ass as he pulled himself in between her legs, his eyes turning gold as he started to movie past light arousal into something heavier, less easy to pull himself out of.

God help anyone that tried to interrupt them.

There's a sensual laugh that bubbles in her throat when he grips her so tightly, head rolling backwards to expose her fair neck. She didn't really think he had it in him, but lo and behold, he's just full of surprises. Ones she doesn't mind, not a bit. She's happy to see what else he has in store.

Lightly, Erica pulls her hips in snug to his, feeling the faintest outlines of his cock behind his jeans. It makes her wonder if it's because of her or just because it's his heat time, but she doesn't focus on it. He's into this and willing, and that's all Erica cares to think about. All she can think about in order to hold on to her brief glimpses of sanity.

Keeping her hips close, but leaning her body away, Erica wiggles around to pull her own shirt off of her body, exposing a black bra beneath it's hold. She's not embarrassed or anything, and that blush on her cheeks is just from arousal, and nothing more.

At least, that's what she's telling herself. In truth, Stiles has always had this effect on her, and him seeing her nearly naked... well, it's a dream come true, for starters.

His eyes watched as she shimmied out of her shirt, desire thick around him as he saw the black of her bra. She was undressing for him. It rang in his head as the hand not gripping her thigh slid up her front to close around the globe of one breast. His fingers felt the lace, his hand gently squeezing her breast as he lowered his head and licked over the top of the one he held, lifting it into his mouth as his tongue painted her skin, then the bra, with his saliva.

She tasted like she smelled; hot and musky and in need. The hand on her ass pulled her in closer as he ground his cock against her, still trapped behind layers of material.

She mewls out his praises - unlike the little wolf she is, sounding more like a kitten than any other animal. With her smile still ever-evident on her lips, Erica cradles his head in closer to her bosom, not suffocating him, but telling him it's fine he kisses more - that she'd like it if he touched her more and more. Not that she's complaining with what he's giving - she'll take it, of course - but animal needs are kicking in and her inner wolf claws at her insides, begging to get let out. Pawing for just that little extra touch.

A hand reaches down the extent it can of his back, tugging his shirt up as much as possible, without the necessary removal of mouth on breast. She doesn't want him to stop, but at the same time, she wants him naked. It the now-time.

"Stiles," she calls out, touching his cheek lightly. "Take your clothes off."

Her scent is heavy in the air, mingling in with the one he's unknowingly giving off. His hands are moving around to the back of her, fingers working on undoing the bra. There's a comment made towards him to get more undressed, but he's busy.

The clasp finally comes free and he pulls her bra off, mouth covering her nipple with an eager sound. He sucks on it, teeth edging over it, lower body rocking between her spread thighs. He needs her in a way that should be painfully obvious, a growl slipping past teeth lightly clamped around her skin.

She's silly puddy in his hands, melting, head falling back as she lets out a half-growl from the rumble of her chest. She seeks more warmth from his mouth, chest popping out like she wants him to hold the entire thing. Which - and she's not bragging here - is kind of a lot. Even if she's mad at him for not stripping at all, she's okay with this. Yep. This is just fine by her standards, and she makes that known with the loud moans that escape the confines of her lips.

But sex is a two way street, and Erica is beyond prepared to do her half of the deed. Speedy fingers traverse down his sides, falling on the rim of his pants. She'd ask it if was okay, but really there's no way it's not okay, and starts stripping him herself, delicately picking the button off his pants, sliding the zipper as down as it'll go. A hand flattens against his cock, and she sighs, squeezing him.

The touch to his aching cock has his mouth coming off her so he can let out a loud and drawn out groan. His head lifts to look at her even as he rocks into her grip, eyes dark with what he needs and what he knows, on some level he's going to get.

"Shit. Erica." Her name comes out like a whine and he's moving his hands down to tug impatiently on her pants. There's a moment when he remembers that she wanted his shirts off and he takes a heartbeat to do that, pulling them off over his head and dropping them to the side before he's back to trying to get her pants undone and off. Off. Off now. He's already leaking at the tip, boxers bearing a large wet spot that only gets bigger from her touch.

"I like when you say my name like that."

Erica hops off the counter for a moment, helping him squeeze her firm ass out of equally tight jeans. She bends over before him, taking the liberty of removing her jeans from her legs - high heels broken away from her feet. While she's down, she figures she might as well get rid of his pants too, wiggling them down his hips, down each leg.

But she doesn't come back up - not right now at least. Once his pants are gone, she moves the band of his boxers down, springing him free from his cotton confines. Without much warning - or any warning at all, really - he's inside her mouth, Erica's head bobbing back and forth to a hasty rhythm. She's not experienced, but that doesn't mean she's bad, just not as daring as she otherwise might be. Tongue darting out, she licks him, smiling against the tip of his dick.

She was getting undressed and that was exactly what he wanted right then. He could pick up her scent; thick and heady in the air as it mingled with his own. It made his mouth water and he wanted her to hurry so that he could get his hands back on her, along with the rest of his body.

Then she had her mouth on him and the universe imploded. His hand shot down to grab her head, fingers tangling in her hair as there was a very definite shriek that came from him. The sudden warmth and wetness enveloping him had been a shock, but he didn't need much time to recuperate, to thrust into her mouth as he looked down at her with his mouth agape.

"Jesus. Jesus Christ. Shit. God damn it, Erica." It was a litany of curses mingled in with her name as he stared down at her, watching her smiling mouth tease him, taste him.

It takes everything she's got not to choke on him because she wants to laugh so bad. Everything about him is so... Stiles, it's a sensory overload in the best ways possible. He's funny and cute and unbelievable sexy right now, Erica's not sure what keeps her down here instead of up there with him.

Once he thrusts, however, Erica loses her teasing smiles and focuses entirely on him and his pleasure. She grabs a hold of both his hips, fingernails digging into his flesh - enough to leave a mark, but not draw blood. She keeps rocking against him, tongue pressing against him in its entirety, seeming like it's trying to taste and reach as much of him as possible. She can smell him now more than ever, and she feels her need for touches grow more and more hard to ignore.

A hand leaves his hip, and chooses instead to press against the inside of her thighs, fingers tracingup and down her slit - wet and slick, and oh-so begging for attention, it's almost painful to have him not touching her.

When she touches herself, he grabs the back of her head to try to still her, to keep from pushing in further, even though that's exactly what he wants to do. But he also wants her. Needs her. Wants to bury his face in her body and lick and suck and taste every part of it.

He's shaking, trembling with the effort not to keep pressing into her mouth. But he stops, looking down at her as he licks his lips. "Let me. Let me do that. I need to." He can almost taste her in the air, making him lick his lips again. "Please."

When he stops her, she just looks up to him, a confused look on her face. Did he not like what she was doing? Well, he'd probably be the only guy in history to not like a blowjob, but that's fine, she'd change it into something he did like, because this is all about him - it's always just about him.

Then he's begging her and her confused face morphs into a surprised one. She can't imagine why anyone would want to do that - especially with her - but she shrugs, standing again, moving to sit back down on the desk. But she doesn't leave him alone, wouldn't even if he asked her to, and her hand falls back to his cock, pumping slowly, teasingly.

"Fine by me, chief." And she winks again, kissing him fiercely. Against his lips, she mutters. "Give me your worst."

He can taste himself on her lips, the salty taste of his precome there when he slides his tongue over hers. His hand slides up her inner thigh, fingers looking for the slickness of her. He finds it, her pussy almost dripping and he feels himself throb in her hand.

He moves to push her back, to make her lie down as he lowers himself in between her spread legs. Her scent is something he can taste when he's right in front of her, his tongue coming out to lick along the inside of her thigh, tasting her juices and the salt of her skin.

In a mimicry of her earlier action, he moves in with no further warning, mouth fitting over her cunt and his tongue moving to lick past her labia into her entrance, dragging up to find and lick over her clit.

She does fall back on the table when directed, but jolts up halfway once his tongue connects to her flesh. She cries out in pure ecstasy when he delves deeper inside her, hands falling to his head to pull him in closer, never let him go.

She wants to scream at him for not having any hair she can tug onto, but the only screams that come out are wordless, filled with passionate desire - definitely not angry. If she was joking about all this before, teasing him as some joke, she's definitely not now, and her hips rock the smallest bit against his lips, knees tugging his shoulders in closer, needing just more and more and more like a greedy kitten.

"Damn it, Stiles," she moans out, laying back down on the desk, hands falling on each of her breasts. "You're sure you're a - fuck - virgin?"

Yes, he was sure. Painfully sure. He'd wanted to get rid of that status claim for a while, but he hadn't found any takers.

Until now.

Stiles also watched more porn than was healthy for a growing boy, and as such, he'd picked up a few pointers on how to do things. It didn't hurt that he'd actively gone looking for tips and advice, reading forums that went into explicit detail from the female perspective and what it was they enjoyed and preferred. There were a few basics that he'd memorized, knowing from his reading that different women liked different things. It was just a matter of finding out which of those pertained to Erica.

The sounds she was making only had him working more fervently at her, tongue, lips, even teeth playing over the sensitive skin of her labia, clit, and the opening to her that he wanted to delve into with more than just his mouth.

And him working faster only serves to make her louder and more joyous in his touches, still working to grind her lips further into his mouth. She likes anything, everything he gives her, not because they all feel the same, but because it's all him, and he himself is what makes Erica happiest. Chest heaving, her breasts swell and sink with each of her rough pants, trying hard to stabilize her breathing but failing horribly.

"If you don't fuck me right now, Stiles, I swear I - "

She gets cut off of by a fresh wave of pleasure rushing through her body, torching her body until she feels charred. Her body writhes around looking for something - anything - to grip onto, but there's nothing in reach. She lets out something of a frustrated whine, just crying for him to get up and have sex with her already. She doesn't want to orgasm - not like this. She wants him in her and she wants it to be magic when they come together, in a beautiful unison.

He almost didn't want to stop, but the ache in his cock reminded him of why he was doing this in the first place. The way she practically ordered him to fuck her was enough to have him standing up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling up over her.

"I don't have any..." The last scrap of rationality clued him in that he was without any form of protection, but it was getting really hard to care about that. He wasn't concerned about diseases, not when he knew he didn't have anything and he was pretty sure she was the same, but he didn't know about her birth control situation.

"Right. Wolf sex 101 here. Listening?"

She's not especially into the explanation, giving him more spark notes than anything else, while her hips rise up to just brush the extent of his cock. She has to tell him about it all, so he knows what he's getting into (and also Derek will kill her if she doesn't), but it's hard with him so naked and wanting, hovering above her with that sex look in his eyes. She looks away, momentarily, so she can say something reasonable.

"I'm a Beta, so the chances of me getting knocked up are slim. Still there, but slim to none," she starts, raising her hips up again. She moans loudly, hands landing on his hips to push him down - not in, just on. "And, if we bite each other, we become each other's mates. So... don't do that, and you can have sex with whoever, no strings attached."

Which makes her a little bit sad to say - she wants to be Stiles' mate, already thinks she is in some ways, but that's not something he'd want. Even if the temptation to bite him is there, she's not going to act on it. It's too unfair.

Maybe when he had a clearer head and could think over this without wanting to just pump into her, they could actually have a conversation about it. There were things he needed to know, like the werewolf meaning of mate and what that would mean for them. For him.

He didn't think he'd bite her. He hadn't thought about biting as something he'd ever do to a girl because he wasn't the kind to want to cause pain, but he tried to remember not to do it anyway. Not now.

The idea of stopping until they had something danced briefly around the edges of his mind, but it was shoved away because stopping didn't seem possible. Not with her pulling at him, or the way he could feel the head of his cock gliding over her wetness. He was breathing heavily as he looked down at her, body rocking just a little so that he could feel that slick heat around him. Just a little. Just the tip.

"Do you want to keep going?" If she said no, he'd get up. He'd put his clothes on and go home and jerk off for the rest of the day. He'd also steal her underwear.

She lets out a huff of air in response to his question, smiling with a vague anticipation hidden behind. It was a dumb question as far as she was concerned - but she knew it wasn't dumb to Stiles, that he needed her approval to go any further. Erica leans up and... well, she kisses him, surprisingly cutesy before laying back down on her back. She's just a teenager, after all, half in love half crushing on some guy who will enver be her's, even as he hovers over her, dick pressed in her wetness.

"Obviously." Hips roll up to meet his once again, and she sucks in a quick breath of air while her hands place his length in the proper position. He was going to take her - not the other way around. So she leaves him there, tip just barely gracing the inside of Erica, warm and wet and just for him.

"Dumbass."

Through the blinding need and desire and almost pain of wanting her so bad, the humor filters through and he manages to give her a slightly crooked smile. "Yeah, I guess I am."

Then he can't wait anymore. He needs to be inside her, needs to feel her around him. His gaze locks on hers, his eyes watching her as he starts to press in.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, fuck, fuck, oh god." It wasn't like his hand. Wasn't like it with lotion or lube or warming gel. It wasn't like anything he'd done by himself in the shower or the privacy of his bedroom. This was a million times more and he was surprised he wasn't just ramming into her to feel it all.

A humanized howl escapes Erica's lips the moment he enters, head tipping backwards to complete the wolf look. Her nails bite into the skin on his sides and she has to fight herself from making the claws come out, with how fast her heart's beating. Her mind runs through a lot of different things - 'my cherry's been popped' and 'I hope no one heard that howl' - but mainly it's just one thing.

Stiles, Stiles, Stiles.

"Ah, Stiles!" she cries out, thinking vaguely about how much better this was than his tongue (not that she minded that, of course!), about how this was so much better than anything she's ever experienced before. About how they just lost their virginities to each other, and how that's kind of romantic. It doesn't hurt at all. It feels wonderful, and, after a moment of catching her breath, she decides she still wants more.

Taking the lead, her hips roll along his in tiny circles, ankles locked tightly around his back. She telling him to get a move on and do this for real.

He wasn't expecting the howl, but it made his eyes light up, softly glowing golden as he looked down at her.

His name being said like that was like a physical blow and as soon as she started moving, all thoughts of being a gentleman and what that meant went out the window. He wanted her. He wanted to fuck her, and he was.

His body knew what it wanted even if he'd been mulling things over, his hips pressing in before drawing out, then hitting back against her again. He started out fast, too needy to do anything slower as he leaned in and bit at her throat. So wrapped up in the moment was he that it didn't occur to him that he'd just lost his v-card. He was too immersed in feeling how good she felt around him. How hot she was, how easy it was to slide into her because she was so wet.

Erica cries out loud with each of his thrusts - if the werewolves in the school didn't know what was happening already, they definitely did now. She doesn't bother to keep quiet anymore, mouth agape as she moans with the filling sensation, tight and cozy. The entrance, the exit. The back and the forth.

"Yes! Ah, exactly." Like she's having a conversation with the movement of his hips, diving into her, retracting, and going right back in, devouring her from the inside out. Eyes flash a gold color, before fading back to usual. That's to say nothing of her teeth, though, canines slowing slipping out of their hiding places in her mouth.

She knows she won't last long, even this early in their lovemaking. But she holds out for now, teeth breaking the skin on her lip as she tries to hold back her agonizing cries of pleasure. He must've watched a lot of porn if he's this good his first time.

There was no finesse in his movements, no swirls of his hips or pattern to his movements. He was running on pure instincts and all he could do was piston his hips in and out of her, panting as he felt the pleasure start to ripple through him.

He wasn't going to last. Not for his first time and not with his heat filling him to the point he'd wound up fucking Erica on an old desk in the school basement. It didn't occur to him that the other werewolves would hear them. It would later, probably when they were ribbing him about it.

His entire focus was on her and the way she was moving under him, the sounds she was making and the scent of her blood filling the air. He looked down, seeing the bitten lip and leaning in to lick at it, lapping it up as he kept pumping into her.

After he licks up her blood, Erica slams their lips together, a hand moving to hold him against her lips, kissing and moaning and kissing and moaning and not caring about another person in the world other than Stiles. Her teeth are out, but she's mindful not to bite him - not unless he wants her too. Of course, mates are no joking matter so he'd need to be positive - but that's a lot of thought into something that won't happen.

She feels her release coming embarrassingly soon, but she holds out for as long as she can, not sure exactly what to do to prevent it from happening. She's never reached climax before - on the rare occasions when she does touch herself (and they are rare, because she's normally too disgusted by herself to do anything), she's never been able to orgasm, mainly due to her own shame, own pain.

But this is different. She's not ashamed, not scared of her own body, not fighting any urges she has. She's completely one with Stiles, and that's something amazing and heartwarming, and kind of makes her want to cry because she's so happy.

"Stiles I'm - !"

He can probably finish that on his own.

He's kissing her like she's air and he needs her to live. He's devouring her mouth, his hands pulling her up off the desktop and closer to him as he keeps moving inside her.

He doesn't need her to tell him she's close, he can taste it. He can feel it in the fluttering of her body around his. When she comes, he grabs her shoulders, pulling her down onto him as he picks up his pace, slamming into her as hard as he could while she was gripping him so tightly with her body.

Then he was spilling into her, cry muffled against her breast as he used it to cover the sound of his release. His hips stuttered, making little jerks as he emptied into her, each throb of his cock making his body twitch a little more.

That had felt beyond good. Beyond anything he'd ever done on his own. "Holy shit."

Her body feels like it's gone to mush when she orgasms, like a melted ice cube dripping off the side of a counter top. She's still aware of him thrusting into her which helps her ride out her orgasm, still very aware of his cock writhing inside her, pulsating, almost like a beating heart. When she spirals downward from orgasm heaven, she just falls back onto the desk, wearing a pleased smile.

A very pleased smile.

She's not sure if cuddling is exactly werewolf protocol, but damn it, she's been waiting for this moment for a long time, at the very least the wolf can give her a few human moments to enjoy Stiles for who he is. Her hands cradle his head, putting very little pressure on him as he lays on her breast. Her breaths are still ragged, but she tries to get control in order to make it more comfortable for him

"Holy shit," she repeats after him. "Not too bad, Stilinski."

Being able to formulate words is a foreign concept to him at the moment. He's too busy trying to keep breathing. He might also be taking advantage of where his head's at to nuzzle against her breasts. She still smelled good, and a flick of his tongue later, he could attest she still tasted good.

He didn't move to pull out of her, didn't move to move at all. He just lay there, half lying on her and enjoying the fact that his brain was exploded into a million little pieces.

She's happy - exuberant - and she beams with the afterglow of her orgasm, smiling at nothing in particular. There's a light laugh when he licks her, she doesn't mind, he can touch her and kiss her and lick her all that he wants. She might even say that out loud, if it weren't so weak sounding.

It's sweaty and still ridiculously hot, but Erica doesn't have a single complaint. She's in heaven, heart beating loudly, breath coming out in short, broken shakes. In her sad, sad life there hasn't been a moment as happy as this one, and it kind of kills her inside that they're going to have to separate at some point.

This must be how Allison feels about Scott. Boy, does she feel like a bitch now.

His brain eventually clicks back on and he tiredly lifts up off her chest, looking down at her with a lazy smile.

"Hey."

Stiles Stilinski; international lady killer. Look at those moves. How could she not want him. Sometimes he wanted a rewind button on life.

She looks at him with a 'that's it?' sort of face, before rolling her eyes playfully. She kind of likes that - it's normal, it doesn't get her hopes up. It's how it should be.

"Hey," she nods, looking up at the ceiling to distract herself from his face. "What's up?"

"Uh, I was, but you seem to have taken care of that." He was beginning to remember all the things she'd said when he was just in a mood to fuck or rut or whatever werewolf word they wanted to use. His scent had triggered something in her. That was... handy to know. Not like he'd accidentally on purpose happen to drift her way if he ever felt like that again. No... not him.

"Thanks." He was lying half on top of her, his softening cock still inside her and realizing that the longer he stayed there, the more awkward it would get. So he rose up and moved to step back, not realizing how much he didn't want to be out of her until he was out of her.

She smelled like him and sex and he felt oddly smug about that.

That manages to make a laugh bubble in her throat, and Erica gives him a smug little look. He pulls out and she's automatically cold, automatically lonely, but there wasn't much else to do other than separate. They'd probably live their lives normally now, like nothing happened.

She has some pretty shit luck.

"I didn't do it as a favor. You don't have to thank me." She raises her eyebrows at him, standing, and searching for her underclothes, scattered messily across the floor. When she finds her pants, she pulls out a handkerchief to wipe his come off her inner legs, shivering at it's heat.

"But thanks, too."

"Then why'd you do it?" Okay, his curiosity got the better of him. It wasn't like she wasn't mega hot now. She could have any guy in the school she wanted. Hell, she could have all of them. So why she'd settled for him was a complete mystery.

"I told you before," she says, the smallest butterflies flapping in her stomach. She tries to focus on something else - getting dressed predominately - instead of thinking about what she's saying. Just letting the feelings rush out, and all that.

"I've had a crush on you since the beginning of school. I did it 'cause I wanted to," she pulls her legs into her panties as she speaks, adjusting her gaze to go look at him once she's finished. "If you don't think about it, it won't be weird."

His pants were pulled back up and he was holding his shirts in his hand. He was also gaping at her. "Whoa, wait. I thought you said you'd had a crush on me. Past tense. Crush was gone. No more crushy. Bye bye feelings."

This suddenly put an entirely different spin on things, adding feelings to the equation when there hadn't really been any there before. Well, he liked her, yeah. He was certainly attracted to her, having used her to star in quite a few of his spank bank roles. But he hadn't thought about her that way because, well, partly because of Lydia, but partly because he'd thought that was a missed opportunity.

"Oh, right," she shrugs, playing it off cool, while she walks over to find her bra. She got caught in a bit of a lie, but it was fine. If things got weird between them, she could have any other guy she wanted, so that wasn't a problem.

Not that she wants anyone else, but.

"Never mind, forget it." She turns away from him, putting her bra on and silently cursing herself for saying anything. She had a good thing, not a very healthy thing but still good, and she went and made it weird with feelings. Round of applause for her. "Not important."

He was new to the whole 'hearing lies' thing, but he could pick that up easily enough. He quickly shrugged into his shirts, walking over to stand behind her. "No, I'm not going to forget it. Do you... do you still have a thing for me?"

Because now he felt like an asshole.

"What does it matter?"

She can feel him behind her, but she chooses to ignore it, even if her heart is beating louder and louder. Because he didn't know, Erica just assumes he thinks of her as a slut, who'd sleep with any guy. And that's good, because that's who she projects herself as - uncaring, cold, sexual.

Of course, he's the one person she didn't want to buy it, but pickers can't be choosers as they say.

It's her heartbeat he's listening to, ignoring the words and the tone she uses. He can hear it fighting like a trapped thing and he feels even worse.

Coming up closer, he rests a hand on her shoulder, nosing at the back of her head. "It matters."

"Even if I do, it doesn't mean anything."

Because he has Lydia, and she convinced herself she'd never have a chance because of that, long before he started to get over her. The physical contact makes her breath hitch just a bit and, after reluctance, she leans back, nearly bare back touching his chest. She kind of feels like crying, because she still believes she doesn't have a chance, after the transformation, after the sex. Years of self-consciousness can do that to a person.

"I don't expect anything from you. It's fine."

"You're kidding me, right?" They might not be pack, Stiles would always belong with Scott and Erica seemed to lean towards Derek's group, but they were friends. And they'd just had some pretty intense sex, a first for him and if what he'd picked up from her was true, he wasn't alone in that.

That meant something. "Maybe I expect something from me." He'd been raised not to be a dog. His dad would put him in an actual cell for treating any girl he'd slept with with disrespect. Or casual indifference.

She leaned back against him and his other arm went around her waist. He found he was more touchy now, that he needed, no, wanted consolation through touch now, not just through words.

"If you're getting my hopes up, I'll kill you." She tries to be threatening, but it's difficult when he wraps his arm around her, and she can't fight the urge to hold him there, arms resting atop his. She's hopeless in her adoration of him, hopelessly in love, and she sighs, muscles relaxing along the extent of their touches. It feels weird to just be in her underwear, but it's not like it's anything he hasn't seen. Five minutes ago.

"I'm serious. I'll rip your throat out." She's smiling, though. Erica's got a weird sense of humor.

"I think it's something we should talk about." Talk about while they were half dressed and coming down from an orgasmic high. He let his mouth drop down to drag along her shoulder, breath hot against her neck.

She lets herself get a little bit lost in the feeling of his mouth on her neck, eyes shutting, fingers lacing in with the hand at her waist. She really really doesn't want him to throw her a pity party, doesn't want him to take responsibility over her for just having sex, even if it's chivalrous. She's content with how it is right now, even if she might be happier under different circumstances.

"There's nothing to talk about," she mutters, opening her eyes to go look at him. Her free hand moves to hold the back of his neck. "We're not each other's mates, so it doesn't matter."

"We are still people, Erica. Can't we do things the human way?" He wasn't really comfortable with the whole 'mating' thing. Not yet. This was still too new to him. But human standards were something he could understand. It was bad enough he'd gone into some werewolf heat things, but he wanted to counteract that with some human actions.

"Can't we, I don't know... date? Hang out? Do things?" His lips trailed slowly up her neck, his mouth by her ear as he spoke quietly. He might have just gotten the worst of it out of his system, but his heat wasn't a one time thing. He'd be like this for a little while. And here she was, all pliant and smelling good in his arms.

There's a short laugh at him - do things felt reflexive of what's just been done, and she likes the idea of returning to him as a partner. A lover. A friend. A boyfriend? She feels like she's still getting ahead of herself with that, but she turns her head to look at him, finally, not so nervous about her feelings anymore.

"Depends on what kind of things we do." She gives him a bit of an eyebrow raise, sexually of course, but she also wants to do other things. Like date and hang out and be around him all the time. "Ideas?"

"There's all sorts of things we could do. Driving. Walking. Talking." Touching, licking, sucking...

Don't blame him, his brain is currently occupied by the fact that he has a mostly naked girl in his arms and it's one he's just lost his virginity to. Sex is pretty much all he can think of.

"We could probably manage all of that."

Which is her own way of saying that yes, she wants to date him and hang out with him and everything, yes. All voiced and not-voiced activities, she's game for them all. And she seals that fact gladly, leaning in and kissing him on the lips, sweetly.

He'd arrived at school alone and a virgin and single and on the cusp of his heat. Seems he was going to leave it with a tentative girlfriend who he'd had sex with in the basement. Harris could give him detention for a month and he couldn't be happier.

He showed it in his kiss, turning her around to face him as he let his hands smooth up her back.

She bites his lip, nicely, and with human teeth. Hands fall into his belt loops and pull him snug against her, body to body, as they were just a few minutes ago. Erica wouldn't mind another round of passionate lovemaking, but the longer they stay here, the more chance they have of getting caught. Risk and reward, right?

He wasn't going to be able to focus on school. Not the way he was feeling. The only thing to do would be to skip for the day and find somewhere to hole up with her. That was a risk worth the reward.

His hands moved over her, one tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss, pulling her in closer by the other on her ass.

"Again?" She breathes against his lips, but she's pretty sure she already knows the answer. She uses the slight break in their kiss to dip her head down, kissing and biting and sucking and licking at his neck. A hand curls against the fabric of his shirts, the other flattening against his hip, grabbing his ass like she's making fun of him.

They sort of did this whole couple thing in reverse motion, but Erica doesn't have the heart to complain - sure sex usually comes after you start going out but. Nothing's really normal about them anymore, is it?

He started to walk her backwards, aiming for the wall behind her. "Can you blame me?" With her like that in front of him and his heat curling through him like a living thing?

"We should go." His suggestion didn't stop him from moving her back, trying to get her against the wall so he could keep them supported against something. "My dad's at work." His mouth was biting at her shoulder, leaving a trail of nips up to her neck.

She takes the hint and backs up until they hit a wall, bare back flattening on the coolness of it. She hums softly, a hand holding his head against her, the other sliding fingers up and down the extent of his back.

"Your house, then?" They couldn't really go to where she lived - Derek was there, and she's about one hundred percent positive she's going to get a scolding for this later. A talk about wolf relationships and 'she's meant for someone else', whatever that means.

"My place." His place. His bed. The thought of her in his bed had him growling against her skin, a low rumble that started in his chest. He nipped and bit lightly along her neck to her jaw, then along that to her mouth. "You should get dressed."

If he could get his hands off of her. Or the rest of him.

"I would if you'd let me." It's teasingly said, with a nudge of her lips pushing his head back. She isn't interested in leaving this spot, in his warm hands, either but the temptation to go to his house is definitely putting up a good fight. Stiles' house. His bed, where he wake sup ever morning, sleeps every night. Pinch her, she must be dreaming.

Ultimately, that temptation wins her over, and she wiggles underneath his arm, getting out of his hold pretty easily. She tugs on her pants faster than she thinks she's ever done in the past (and it takes awhile, her pants are really tight). Her shirt comes next, then each shoe and -

"All done." She walks up to him and grabs a hold of his hand, tugging it like a little child. "Let's go."

He's glad he's wearing two shirts since one of them is being tugged down to hide the erection he's sporting. Again. But he goes along with her, then heading ahead of her to lead them out of the basement and around the side of the school to the parking lot.

When he gets to his jeep, he opens her door for her, pulling her in for a kiss. A quick one. Or so he was attempting.

His body had other plans.

She jumps into his jeep, a bit surprised at the kiss but not complaining, not giving him the chance to pull away any time soon. She kisses him fiercely, a hand holding the back of his neck to give her leverage, and other flattening on his side, low, tempted to delve down deeper.

She doesn't - not right now, at least - and just settles for kissing him a bit. Okay, a lot. Erica props herself up on her knees so she can hover over him, hand shifting from his neck to hold his cheek tenderly, lovingly.

He couldn't deny that there was a strong urge to climb in after her and push her back against the seat and grind up against her. But he managed to pull himself off when he heard a horn from down the street.

Driving might be a bit of a problem.

"You're going to have to do your best not to distract me while I'm driving." Knowing how turned on he was, he knew it would be a simple thing for her to just, oh, flash a breast and have him swerve into a tree. Or maybe breathe too loud.

"Oh, I'll try." There's another wink on her end, as she sits back down, staring at him with her sultry, big eyes. She's good for the first few minutes of driving, sharing looks between the road and Stiles, before she gets a little bored, a little needy.

So she straightens how she's sitting. A hand rests on his knee, innocently - or it would be innocently if she stopped there, but of course she doesn't. Fingers travel higher and higher until they find the outline of his cock in his jeans. She doesn't delve beneath any fabric, just stays on top his jeans, rubbing with whatever vigor she feels like. It's pretty fast right now.

"Pay attention to the road, Stiles. You're gonna kill us."

His attention had been split the second she'd touched him. The percentage had grown more towards distraction the more she'd kept it up. His foot pressed down on the gas more as she fondled him through his jeans, his hips trying to lift up into the touch.

Her voice had his eyes snapping open and he swerved away from the side of the road he'd been drifting towards. "Erica..."

If she kept it up, he was going to stop the jeep and just jump her parked on the side of the road.

She goes slower, attempting to keep the contact but maybe give him a bit of his focus back, so he can drive them to his house safely. Ish. She's not interested in safety, but hey don't want to wreck a car. She's sure Stiles' sentiments are the same, so she eases up, pressing along his thigh a brush every so often along his entire length.

"Keep saying my name. It gets me hot." She reaches over and kisses his neck once, before leaning over to her side again, unbuttoning the top of her pants.

Nope. They weren't going to make it home. He saw a small off road and turned the wheel to take it, driving down far enough that they'd be out of sight before he hit the brakes. He was on Erica before the car had fully come to a stop, crawling over her seat and crushing his mouth to hers. "Erica. Erica. Erica." He nipped at her, kissing and licking at her mouth as he knelt on her seat, reaching down to find the knob to make it lean back.

Well, she's not about to argue. He moves over, and her thighs move up to rest against his hips, snug and warm, and so very needy for his touches. When he does find the knob and Erica falls back, she grabs a hold of Stiles taking him down with her. Her kisses match up to meet his, hasty and animalistic, not with any sort of class or tease. She's too far into this to care about any girlish thoughts on beauty she might have. Just Stiles, and if he likes what she's doing, she likes it too.

"Stiles," she manages to moan out, grabbing his hips so she can grind up on him. "I thought we were going to your house."

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"We are." They'd wind up there, eventually. But he couldn't focus on driving when all he wanted was to be buried in her and she was sitting there, smelling like that and touching him. Human or not, he was only male, and she was hitting every button he had.

"Scenic route?" Whispered in his ear before she kisses it, while hasty fingers work at his pants. Predominately working on getting them off, or down enough. She wonders to herself why they ever put their clothes back on, but she can't find the words to tease him on that right now.

Pulling her shirt up and showing him her bra had his mouth watering. "It is now." He felt her hands at his pants, his own sliding her zipper down and trying to wiggle his hand in to find her, to hunt down the heat of her. "Clothes..."

Clothes were a problem. He wanted them off and out of the way. He wanted her naked and ready for him to slide into her again.

She huffs in frustration, because she can't get what she wants either. There's too little space, not even close to enough wiggle room to shimmy out of clothes. She moves to grasp at the door handle, opening it just slightly, in case he was leaning on it so he didn't fall out.

"Step out, get naked, come back. Got it?" She'll be doing the same, thank you very much.

Naked? But he didn't need to be naked. He just needed to unzip. She needed to be naked. He needed to lick and bite at all the skin that had been exposed to him earlier. He expressed this by moving down to bite at her breasts through her bra, not hard, but enough that she'd feel it.

"You are such a dick," she moans out, frustrated she can't stroke at his cock anymore. She wants him naked, desperately so, she'll rip his clothes off if she has to. But not right now because she's a little lost in sensations, falling back on the chair, back arching in response, hands attempting to force him down on her chest. She's greedy for him to touch her, but also for her to touch him. In a minute.

His hands were busy opening her pants, tugging them down and trying to lift her up off the seat so he could pull them down further. His hand slid between her thighs, cupping her there and pressing his fingers inward. His mouth bit and sucked at her through her bra, his erection pressing into her leg as he rutted against her.

She tries to make it as difficult for him as possible - even if it's what she wants, it's only half of it, and she wants him as frustrated as she is. Of course it's more a tease - she's not really mad - definitely not mad when he dips inside her, and she lets out battle cry of pleasure to show that. Her knee rises up to run against his erection, touching him with what she has at her disposal. There'll be more of that later, a lot more, but this is all she has in her right now.

He's pulling at her panties next, wanting them down with her pants. His bites move up her chest to her neck, giving her a nip before he aims for her mouth. "Erica, Jesus. Please."

The need was as strong as it had been earlier, almost incapacitating him and making him incapable of any thought that wasn't 'naked fucking now'.

"What do you want? I don't think I heard it." She's horrible, and she's going to give it up in about two seconds, but she holds her resolute just that much longer. If he wants her naked, he's going to have to say it, otherwise she's not moving an inch, ass pressed with all her might on the seat so he can't get them off.

"You. Please." He licks at her mouth, tongue dragging down to lick at her chin, biting at it in a form of supplication that was all from his subconscious.

"Me how?" By now it's a game to her - get him to say the dirtiest things before her resolve gives in. She kisses him, painfully chaste, before lying back with a smug face. For extra measure, her hips rise and grind against him, just for a second.

It's the tease that pushes him over the edge, gold bleeding into his eyes as he stares down at her. "We're not leaving this spot until you're naked and screaming."

"Is that a threat, Stiles? I didn't think you had it in you."

But she lifts her hips, even if it's just the smallest bit, it's enough to get her underwear off if he's wants to. He'd better be quick about it though, she's ready to slam back down at any time. Probably even looking forward to the look on his face if she did it.

He tugged the panties down, realizing belatedly that unless her pants came off, her legs weren't going to open very wide. Shit.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" As frustrating as it was, he couldn't be mad. He was barely annoyed, too consumed with his need to be anything but horny.

Then he got a bright idea. "Switch with me. You get on top." Then she could get her pants off and he could pull his down and... she'd be on top. That was good. So good.

"Why should I listen to you? You don't listen to me." There's an over-the-top pout right then, just before she leans in, grabbing him around the waist and by the head, so she can flip them over, simultaneously. Once situated, her hands leave him to peel off the remainder of her pants and panties, tossing them over to the driver's side for now. She comes back to rest, hovering over him on all fours.

"I'll get right to the point - if you don't take your shirts off, I'm going to rip them off." There's a quirk in her eyebrow, asking if he wants to see if she's serious. While he's mulling that over, she takes his cock in her hand, running it up and down her own sex. She shivers. "So if you like them, I'd take this opportunity."

It was hard to think past her on top of him, pressing him against her. He almost couldn't breathe past it. But he did compute that he'd be naked from the waist up if he didn't do something, so he scrambled to get his shirts off, pulling them up and over his head and dropping them in the driver's seat.

Then he reached up for her, pulling her down so he could take one of her breasts in his mouth again. Her taste was intoxicating and he needed more of it. The feel of her nipple against his tongue was so different from the skin just beside it and he was enjoying playing with that difference.

After a short recovery from the attack on her breast, Erica manages to regain herself and, hastily, she sinks her hips down, burying his cock deep within her. She lets out a moan automatically, rocking her hips from side to side so he can reach further depths.

Hands brace themselves of his shoulders, and she starts rolling her hips around - less of an "in and out" and more of a "back and forth" sort of motion. Her breathing gets heavy, all different sorts of sounds escaping her lips - fingernails digging into his flesh.

He drops back onto the seat, head rolling as he tries to focus past the sudden and consuming pleasure of her enveloping him again. Sex was awesome and he couldn't imagine wanting to do anything else. Maybe he could skip school tomorrow and convince her to come over. That sounded like the perfect idea.

His hands were on her hips, holding her and pulling her along in the motion she was making.

She sits up then, an arm moving to hold her breasts in place, so they stopped hitting her chest - the other planted firmly on his stomach. She rides him like she knows what she's doing, gazing over her shoulder to watch her ass move around in circles on his cock. It's dirty and hot - she likes it.

A variety of moans escape her, and she bends down, kissing his chest to silence just a few of them. Her breath still runs steamy on his skin, pant after pant.

It was definitely hot and Stiles was officially addicted. Who needed to graduate? He could just hole up with her and do this all day. All night.

A hand came up to grip her hair, pulling her towards him for a kiss as he sealed his mouth to hers, rocking up into her as best as he could from his position.

Erica lifts her hips up a bit, so he can thrust in and out of her, screams muffled against his mouth. Her head's racing - feverish - and she'd feel almost ill if it weren't for all the pleasure she's receiving from this.

She happier because she can crack open an eyelid and watch him, focused and full of pleasure. It makes her happy that whatever's inside of her is doing that, so she works a little harder, rougher, trying to give him more of what he wants.

The hand still on her hip digs nails into her, the hand in her hair holding her in place for him to eat and lick at her mouth. He couldn't think past the pleasure that was threatening to crash over him. He tried to talk, but all that came out was a rumbled growl, Stiles too far gone to pretend to be anything but the needy, wanting animal he was.

((in all honesty, Reg's either a beta or omega.))

( omega for m/m
&
alpha for m/f. Simple as that. Unless your gal is like.. a dominatrix or something, then his status would be different. )

(Hope you don't mind late! I'm up for anything but 3.)

[She'd always been pretty certain that she was going to be Omega. Beta, at best, but she wasn't expecting it. No matter how much time she spent outside, she never built up the kind of body strength that Alphas and even Betas had, and so it was really only a matter of time.

[Still, she enjoyed PE, she enjoyed her classes, and whatever came she was certain she'd manage to find a place in the world for herself. After all, she could hardly do worse than her beginnings; abandoned by her mother only a few days old and living with fosters who tolerated her so long as she took care of herself. Up was the only way to go.]

Alpha/Beta/Omega

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | m/m

Sookie Stackhouse | True Blood | ota

Legolas | LOTR

Loki | mcu | m/m

natasha romanoff | mcu

ygritte | asoiaf

amanda rosewater | defiance

gendry | asoiaf

lydia martin | teen wolf

allison argent ; teen wolf ; ota

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Leonard "Bones" McCoy | Star Trek: AOS | OTA

Scott McCall | Teen Wolf | m/m

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The Omega Isaac you shall have! and 2 - 1 is perfect

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Sorry for my super short responses :(

Never apologize! <33

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