bakerstreet | you are the reason i stay alive

[Either "you can have my everything": heat or...

"My whole existence is flawed": stolen.

What? Don't look at me like that. >.> ]

[Jim taking one for the team when Spock goes into heat?]

[Uh, yes. Shall I begin?]

[Yes please]

Spock had been hoping to put this off for some time, but it was unfortunately beyond his control. Pon farr wasn't pleasant under the best of circumstances, and these were not the best of circumstances. Vulcan was no more, and the one he was betrothed to had died when the planet had collapsed. Uhura was not an option, owing to their recent break up. He needed to mate, and there was no easy answer, no simple course of action to take. It would be rational to just make another selection of a mate, but he was in no frame of mind to make that kind of decision.

He wasn't in any frame of mind to do anything at all. He had not shown up for duty today, and had locked himself in his quarters, trying in vain to control his feelings through meditation. He was giving some consideration to sending a communication to New Vulcan, talking with his elder self to gain some suggestion about getting through this, but he was ashamed and putting it off.

"Spock?" Jim was, needless to say, concerned when his First Officer didn't show up for their shift on the bridge. He'd waited all of ten minutes before handing the bridge over to Sulu and investigating the matter himself. Was that what he was supposed to do? No, but this was Spock.

Spock didn't just not show up without intervention on a very large scale. "You okay in there?" It was a stupid question and he knew it as soon as he said it.

Spock could not believe that Jim was at his door. Spock had made note that he was feeling ill, and it was an acceptable reason to not go on duty given that there was nothing pressing going on currently, and yet barely ten minutes in and Kirk was at his door.

It irritated him. So much more than usual, Kirk's presence, even through the door, was getting under his skin. The past few days, it seemed that everything Kirk said or did was just rubbing him the wrong way. The entire crew seemed overwhelming as his grasp on his control diminished, but Kirk always seemed more intolerable.

"I wish to be alone," Spock called to him through the door.

"Spock. Come on. I'll leave you alone if you'll let me in so I can check on you," Jim offered. Spock had seemed a little... well, different for the past few days and Jim still wasn't an expert on interpreting emotions that Vulcans claimed they didn't express but probably secretly did in their own ways.

Bones was probably a lot more qualified to check on Spock than Jim, but Jim doubted his ability to convince Spock to allow the doctor in there and he wanted to see Spock for himself. Spock was always there when Jim got himself into trouble, and Jim wasn't convinced it was just because that was his duty as First Officer.

( for me, the actual knotting is not the main concern. my primary kinks are the breeding, mating, and animalistic aspects, though i'm open to all. the only thing i'm not that hot on is actual full animals. anthros can come, though. )

[ooc: Any interest in a Jackson? I'm open to any of the prompts if you have a preference, though Jackson's fist heat could be amusing.]

[There were no words for how wrong this was. Her vampire doppelganger had come across some powerful magic, and was putting it to use for dark, evil purposes.

That was the only way Willow could think to describe this scene - her, chained to a raised platform, for all the assembled vampires to watch. Her vampire double, on top of her, the head of a thick cock pressing against her sex.

There was no point in begging. She could see just by the look on the other's face that she would enjoy this. Even so, as the vampire pushed into her, Willow cried out in pain as she was stretched, violated, and the chains binding her rattled as she thrashed.]

[The vampire didn't ignore the cries; she reveled in them, drinking them down like sweet syrupy blood as her tongue traversed her alternate self's neck. Her teeth grazed the flesh but didn't break the skin. She left that for the meaty appendage she'd grown for this occasion, already pushing its way into the red mound, pumping. The human Willow would no doubt feel the swelling tip, rapidly threatening to stop up her entrance.

She had wanted to do this ever since she'd seen her human self, so pristine and innocent. The fuzzy-sweatered girl had simply been so shy, so sweet: probably still letting people walk on her. Her parents ignore her; Xander never giving her the attention she deserved. The memories it brought up had been nearly as nostalgic as they were sickening, and Willow had desired nothing more than to dirty that sweetness like the Master had hers.

She'd wanted to make the woman a vampire, like her. But her human-self had rejected that. Turned against her, sent her back. So Willow had decided she'd find other ways to dim the woman's light. This meaty bit of flesh was what she'd decided on.

She gave another vicious pump, tugging the woman's hair back to force an arch into the pale neck. Her tongue slid across the little witch's.] Like that?

[It hurt. It was too much, too big, too fast. She knew it was supposed to hurt, but that didn't make it better. Especially when she felt the other swell inside her, trapping them together, trapping the other inside her. It was a feeling she hadn't expected, something even more unnatural. It made Willow panic, briefly, thrashing beneath the other in a mad, desperate effort to escape, and it broke her down in sobs.]

No... [Her voice was tight and breathless. Willow squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.] I hate it...

[She thrusted herself forward again, one hand sliding around the woman's back and down to her bottom. Squeezing hard to pull the witch flush against her flesh.

The other hand reached almost tenderly, wiping the tears away. Soft tender touches, now, stroking the hair even as the muscles twitched inside Willow's body.

She spoke softly:] Shouldn't have shot me. [She pulled out, letting the knot tug against her human self's entrance, and then thrusting back down.] It hurt.

[More tears gathered to replace the ones that the vampire wiped away. Willow continued to squirm feebly in protest as their bodies were tugged closer together, but her motions were defeated. She knew there was no escape, no matter how much she wished there was. There was nothing she could do but feel the vampire's thick cock inside her.

She hated the tenderness. It was just another sign of how helpless she was. Willow shook her head viciously, trying to dislodge the vampire's hand.] Y-You deserved it...

[The tug at her entrance tore a whimpered cry from her lips for all to hear. The knot held.]

[Again the thrust, this time paired with an irritated growl.] Poor little Willow. All defenseless. Has to shoot the big bad vampire who wanted to be her friend... [A pout, and another thrust. She can feel something building inside her - this appendage of hers is too new for it to last long inside that tight form. So she pauses, trying to buy time.

Not that it will matter. Her new weapon isn't going anywhere any time soon.]

[Willow soon realized that having the vampire stilled inside her was almost as bad as the punishing thrusts. Now, with no motion to alleviate the pressure, without even an attempt to give her any pleasure, the feeling of the thick muscle buried so deep inside of her is almost maddening.

Willow whimpers in torment, her fingernails digging hard into the platform beneath her as she tries to deal with the sensations. She has to fight the urge to move, or beg the vampire on top of her to move.]

[Willow noticed that. She liked that... and keeping her length carefully still inside her new pet, she lowered her head down to the human's pert breasts.

Moving a bare centimeter inside, she ran a finger about the nipple, and ducked her head to kiss the tip.] Thought they'd be bigger... [She glanced toward the doppelgangers face, while her tongue slid its way up the nub and flicked against the tip. She was going to make the woman writhe for release.]

[The pained, desperate, strangled whine Willow let out at that tiniest of motions would probably tell her doppelganger a lot. It wasn't even that she wanted release. She hurt too much for that. It was that she wanted the vampire to hurry up and find its release, so that this could be over.

She would beg for that, if she had to.

The fact that she would just be brought back here, for her vampire self to violate again and again, until she was heavy with her own child, was a thought too awful for Willow to contemplate, there and then. All the same, when the vampire looked up, she'd find Willow's face twisted up in torment and need, trying to resist and weakening by the moment. She knew she was being toyed with. That didn't do much to make it better.]

I don't care... [All the same, she sucked in a breath at the feeling of the vampire's warm, wet tongue on her nipple. It was the gentlest touch she'd received so far, and her nipple soon hardened responsively.]

No? [Her teeth bit ever so slightly on a hardened peak, pinching and dragging the flesh out while her hands began to rub their way across the small peaks. They were ample enough for this vampire's purposes, at least.]

Bet we could make them bigger. If you begged me. [Not that she wanted that. She liked Willow as she was, a perfect representation of everything she herself had given up, and everything she would steal away from this human. Soon to give birth a new version of herself, an even better version, who would never have to know what her mothers had suffered.

But she wanted the girl to beg. So she licked the flesh again, shifting about inside but refusing to thrust.]

N-No! [Willow's protests were louder than they had been. The word "beg" had set off a note of terror within her, knowing what she was being pushed to, knowing that she couldn't last. She knew that the vampire could change her, could make her so unrecognizable that no one would even know to rescue her. She'd changed herself, after all.] I won't! I...

[Her protests were cut off by a choked cry as the vampire shifted inside her. Willow throbbed around the other's thick length, needing more, needing motion, needing this torture to end.]

P-Please...

[And maybe the vampire would change the woman, once she'd had her fun. Change her or turn her or toss her in a cage... the world only needed one Willow, after all, and this one had no intention of letting anyone think her new slut was it. It would be too crowded as it was, if their daughter took too much after her moms.

The "please" shook free such thoughts, making Willow smile. She let her fingers casually stroke the cheek, again, thumb resting on the captive chin as her hand cradled the soft flesh. Willow leaned down to kiss the woman, too wary to press her tongue into the woman's mouth but certainly not afraid to wet the entrance.

Still kissing, she performed her next thrust, muscles swelling in anticipation.]

[There was no pleasure in this, and probably never would be. But there was a sense of release, of pressure ease, of relief as the vampire moved inside her again. Willow gave voice to that relief as a sob into the kiss. She found herself feeling, of all things, grateful to the vampire for taking mercy on her.

So she didn't resist the kiss. She even parted her lips, trying to coax the other Willow to keep going.]

[Willow could accept that. She didn't like it - she wanted the red head to like her. That, or at least their future daughter's affection, would probably be the closest she ever came to liking herself. ...But she could accept gratitude, instead. She could even mistake it for affection, if she didn't think too hard on it.

Flexing her fingers, and working her thumb between jaw and cheek bones to keep the mouth open, she began to work her tongue into the woman's mouth. One thrust after another, and she felt the pressure building. A final thrust, ramming herself in deep, and she felt the pressure relieving itself as it began to thud through the human Willow's inner cavern. Just before the wave of pleasure hit, she wondered how long it would take her to stiffen it up again.

She'd have to think of a way to make her counterpart even more grateful int he meantime.]

[Willow let the other deepen the kiss. She even kissed her back, in a meek, pliant gesture of submission. In time, she might even learn to like what was being done to her. This entire experience had been traumatic for her body, as well as her mind. She knew that it wouldn't take much more to break her, and was even more certain that there was nothing she could do about it.

So even as she whimpered in pain at each deep, punishing thrust, she was grateful for the motion, the end being in sight. Fresh tears coursed down the human's cheeks as she felt the rush of hot seed filling her. Unbidden, she imagined her stomach swelling, rounding, with an unholy child. And if this time didn't do the job, she knew she would just be forced to try again.

The Master spoke up, evidently pleased. He told the vampire to do whatever she pleased to her captive in the time it took for her to be ready for another attempt. Just so long as she was awake enough to feel it, and alive at the end of it.]

[Willow smiled, pleased by the permission. She'd had no intention of stopping, or knocking the woman out. But even for something as important as this, she knew it would have been suicidal to openly go against the Master's wishes. His permission was everything.

Drawing herself out of the human, she let her meaty staff rest against the pale stomach of her pet. She kissed the breast, sucked faintly, and then trailed down the form. Her fingers gripped the thighs and tugged them apart. She lowered her head to the ravaged sex, and gently licked.]

Think you're gonna like this...

[Willow whimpered, eyes widening in surprise and fear to as the vampire displayed her cock. Just seeing what had been forced into her, pounded deep inside her, made her hurt with the recent memory of it.

She was terrified of what might be coming next. The gentleness of the action did nothing to relieve that terror. She was afraid that she might really like it, after all, especially in the face of what she'd just experienced. All the same, even her efforts to resist having her legs spread wide were feeble, born of exhaustion.]

[She didn't look up this time, but bent herself to the task, letting her tongue slither across the outside folds and work its way against the clitoris. Her tongue scraped it faintly as she closed her mouth about the folds and sucked, then blew, before driving her tongue inside. A finger followed it, the rest of her hand still braced on the thigh as she began to probe for the special g-spot.

She knew how much a bit of kindness or pleasure could mean to a pet, in Willow's situation. It would mean much more in the time to come, as any hope for other people to interact with fell away. More importantly, she'd read somewhere that orgasms increased the chance of pregnancy.

After a moment, glanced up across the length of her human's body to check or the reaction..]

[Because what are memes for if not tossing together castmates that never get to meet? Any favorite prompts? I was thinking heat or stolen could be fun.]

[ Maybe a combination of both? Awww, Jackson. :') ] ]

[Oooh, sure! Maybe Jackson's in heat and runs into Kali, and well, who wouldn't want to keep Jackson? xD]

[ Kali thinks he would make a very fine pet. ]

[Jackson was doing his best to avoid everyone. He'd skipped school, trying adamantly to stay away from everyone he knew because he didn't trust himself and he didn't think he could live down the shame if he did something. His body was burning, skin flushed and almost hot to the touch, he was so aroused it was almost painful. He'd gotten himself off a few times, but it seemed to have little to no effect.

Somehow, Derek and Scott had left this out of the introduction to being a werewolf. Full moons weren't really that bad, not after his first, but this was maddening. The fact that something might be wrong with him occurred to him, but Jackson was still stubborn and arrogant. He didn't really consider himself to be in either pack, and fuck if he was going to go to Derek because he had what amount to an erection that wouldn't go away.

The scent of his heat was heavy in the air, carried on the light breeze. Jackson had found a spot in the forest, someplace he could just dig claws in and try and wait it out. It had to end. He could deal with this. His eyes glowed that bright blue as he gasped, breath heavy and rough with the need that drew his body taut.

His head snapped up when he heard a sound, he tried to tell himself it was nothing but when all his body ached for was touch it was hard to not crave it, hope he was wrong.]

[ Beacon Hills is going to be - interesting. The pack's only settled here a few hours ago, and Deuc and the others are staying in tonight, but Kali needs to get out, needs to feel the ground beneath her feet, the sound of leaves crunching beneath her toes. She's never really bothered with shoes, and when she makes it past the initial perimeter of the woods, she doesn't bother with clothes either, stripping off everything and leaving it nestled between two roots of a large tree. When she shifts, it's a ripple over her skin, and she breathes in sharply, catching a scent. She's not alone, and from the smell of things, there's a very new, very frustrated werewolf somewhere nearby.

Curiosity wins out and Kali moves off in search of the scent's source, quiet save for the occasional breath she takes to pinpoint the new wolf's location. She scales a tree and perches on a branch, waiting for him to emerge. As an alpha, she can recognize the scent of a male - a male in heat, no less, and in spite of the fact that this isn't her time to burn, she feels her body respond by instinct, a small shiver traveling along the length of her spine.

She drops down from the tree and coils around the trunk, finding the boy on the other side, and bares her fangs, lips curling back from her teeth. ]

What do we have here?

[He can smell her a moment before he catches sight of her, and it hits him hard, draws a low whimper from his mouth as the heat slides down his spine to pool low in his stomach. He looks up at her with those glowing blues. He's not fully shifted, but he can't quite control it either, human fingers changing to claws as he grabs at the trunk of the tree to hold himself steady. He doesn't know her, but he can tell she's an Alpha in that primal sort of way. He shakes, scenting the air with his mouth slightly parted, nostrils flaring as he takes her in.

It should be a warning sign. Derek had mentioned that other packs would start showing up to investigate the new Alpha, but Jackson couldn't be bothered to care. She was beautiful and naked and all he wanted to bury his face in her neck and breathe her in, feel their bodies meeting. It takes him a moment before he can find the words to respond.]

Who are you?

[Not his most eloquent greeting, no, but eloquent has never really been his strong suit to begin with and the closer she is, the more he feels like he's burning alive. His first heat and it feels like it could melt his bones, and he whines with the want of it, of her, beautiful and powerful and so strong he can smell it on her skin.]

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[ He's strong. Perhaps he doesn't realize how strong he really is, Kali thinks, lifting her nose to the air as another brief piece of his scent wafts over to her on the breeze - but it's there, buried deep beneath inexperience and fear. Fear, because he doesn't quite know what he's feeling, what his body is going through, what he needs to accept and embrace in order to survive through the night. He'll likely rip someone to shreds if he doesn't release that pent-up frustration, and she smiles coyly, a response that looks more fearsome than sly given the fangs in her mouth. ]

I'm new in town.

[ She doesn't mention the others. It's not the time. Besides, they'll be able to make their own introduction as a pack soon enough, but for right now - now, the night is hers, and she winds her way around the tree, gently picking an invisible piece of lint from his clothes with her fingers, letting her claws drag along fabric just firmly enough to start to tear. ]

You don't look so good.

[More than anything, Jackson wants to be strong. He chased the bite specifically to be strong, so that he could be strong enough to stand on his own. To be better than McCall and Derek and all of them. He's not there yet, but he wants it. It's a desire that underlays the heat, because right now he's so gone it's hard to think about that. Right now, he wants contact, wants to feel, wants something to mute the heat in his veins. Her smile is frightening with the fangs, but it somehow seems alluring.

He nods in acceptance, understanding. She couldn't be anything else or he's fairly sure he'd know about her, would have heard of her. He's certain he wouldn't have forgotten her scent, or maybe that's the fire that twists like fine torture. She seems utterly intoxicating, and it draws a stuttered gasp from his lips as her claws tear at the fabric of his shirt. At the moment he doesn't care about the fabric, and instead it seems like primal flirtation, a show of power. It has him shifting closer, moving into her space.]

I feel- strange.

[Probably not the best thing to be telling an Alpha from out of town when Jackson doesn't really have a pack to call his own, but he can't help how words slip from his tongue. He can't keep his words straight, can't think straight, tongue between his lips, tasting her scent on the air.]

[ There's time later, maybe, to indulge herself with a little hunting - but perhaps there's a reason she's stumbled across this new wolf. If anything, she's never once shied away from the opportunity to educate, and besides, sometimes she gets so tired of the alpha male posturing bullshit that happens. She could use a sweet little beta to rough up for the sheer fun of it.

Kali slowly crouches down until she's closer to his level, swaying on her toes, the claws on her feet digging into the earth to steady her before she leans forward, smoothing her fingertips down the length of his spine. ]

Do you want me?

[And honestly, it wasn't as if Jackson was opposed to being roughed up. Lydia had always been the sort for a bit of it, before the whole thing with the Kanima. But, things were a bit strange between them now, even if she tried to make them not, act as if they could go back to how they were. It wasn't anything he could really have explained to her, although she still hadn't quite given up on making him try.

He breathes her in as she crouches down, leaning close so she can drag her fingers down his spine and Jackson arches into the touch. It's like his nerves snap to life, electric and molten fire under her fingers and all he can do is beg for more. He nods his head at the question as he tilts so her hair falls across his face, the proximity making him whine.]

Yes..

[His voice is rough and breathless, his blue eyes glowing, unable to control himself as his claws drag against the tree. Oh, but he wants her. Wants her hands and her skin and everything he can have.]

[ He's so responsive, so attuned to her every touch that it makes Kali grin lazily, lips curving as she watches the way his spine arches under her fingers. He must be aching for release, and when he literally whines his response she clicks her tongue against her teeth in a sound meant to soothe, to ease - though she knows there's really only one thing that's going to help him right now. ]

Show me.

[ She really just wants to know what she's dealing with, and frankly, she wants him to use his claws on something else that isn't the tree - even if it may not be a completely fair fight. ]

[Two words, but they're all he needed to hear. If he still had his senses about him, he would have tried to force back his claws but all he can think about is her. Touching, feeling, skin, smell and taste. He's wearing too many clothes, but he can only focus on one thing at a time and right now that's her. He's also quietly aware that if either of them are still going to have claw marks tomorrow, it's not going to be her.

His hands go for her hips, trying to grab, clutch, hold onto her, pull her against him. Her skin feels hot, like a brand against his hands, but he doesn't let go. His claws sink in; not viscous, not trying to hurt so much as anchor himself to her. He falls back, trying to drag her down with him as Jackson's face nuzzles into her hair, trying to press against her neck. He licks at skin, wanting to taste and smell her, feel that intoxicating rush of heat that somehow makes him feel better.]

[ A little scratch here and there never hurt anyone, and her eyes flash red, a growl rising in her throat as he pulls her taut against him, claws digging in just enough for her to really feel it. The growl isn't a sound of warning, but a sound of surprised pleasure, and she lets him lick over the line of her throat before she fists a hand in his hair.

Now it's her turn to yank his head back, exposing his neck, and she moves in, gently biting to signal her authority. If she'd wanted to, she could've ripped his throat out, but instead she turns, pivoting them to press him up against the tree trunk, her claws shredding his clothes from his body. ]

[Jackson shivers at the sound of that growl, shaking through him, just making this burn hotter, making him need her more. She tastes sweet and metallic, like strength and survival, and like things he can't describe. She fists a hand in his hair, and Jackson leans into it. More than just letting her yank his head back, but offering, because he understands. He wishes he didn't, it would make it easier to deal with Derek if the dynamics of Alpha/Beta didn't matter to him.

He moans as her teeth bite into the skin of his throat, his pulse pounding as his heart races. Then she's slamming him up against that tree, shredding his clothes from his body, and he shrugs out of the scraps. Normally he would care, but not now, not with her. Instead he's dragging her up against him, his erection pulsing as it rubs against her bare thigh. Jackson's clawed hands dragging up her sides, curling up over her back to grab onto her shoulders, crushing bare skin to bare skin with a needy noise deep in his throat.]

[ From this point on, she's willing to let things play out naturally after that little show of dominance, briefly marking him the way she had. It's partly an unconscious response, but it still needs to happen in order for him to recognize the pecking order. Even if he mounts her after this, she's still the Alpha, and there's no mistaking the dynamic anymore.

It feels good, feels better once he's out of the hindrance his clothing had created, bare skin sliding against hers in a way that creates a low rumbling in her chest. She runs her hands over him, arms and chest and lower, over his abdomen, and presses her body flush to his, grinding into him with rising need. She may not be the one in heat, but she's responding as eagerly as any female within a hundred-mile radius would. At least there isn't any competition roaming the woods tonight, or she would've slashed their throats without a second thought. She's found her prize, and she intends on claiming it. ]

[It's ingrained, that bite that it still red on his pale skin etches something in that animal wolf brain. He understands, of course, Jackson always has; he's never really been the dominant type, even if he plays otherwise. This, with the heat burning through him, it's all instinct. He needs her like he needs air, and he gasps at the way her hands touch over his exposed skin, strong muscle and soft skin. His hands slide down her back, fingertips trailing along her spine, to the curve of her rear. His fingers grip, lifting her a little as he drags her against him.

He presses his face into her neck with a low growl, his tongue licking against her skin, a scrape of teeth that doesn't quite bite. It was far too late for anyone else, Jackson could only smell and taste and feel her. Their bodies grinding together, but it's not enough with as hot as his heat is burning within him. ]

[ His hands descend over her body, down the small of her back and rounding over her backside until he hoists her up slightly, eliciting a gasp and another growl from her as she's drawn taut against him. Her breasts rub against his chest with every movement, stimulating the nipples into hard points of arousal, and she tips her head back, letting him nip over her neck.

It speaks to something resembling trust within her that she lets him do this; there aren't many who would get the right, or even the privilege. But a mere friction generated between them isn't going to be enough, and she uses the leverage from her back nudging up against the tree to hitch herself up further, lashing both legs around his waist. ]

[The noises she makes, the way she growls hits something feral and wild inside of him that's been starved in his refusal to really join a pack. The sounds of his own; and she is beautiful and the thrum of her voice sounds like power. Jackson has no words, just his own growls and rumbling breaths as her breasts rub against his chest, her body perfect in his hands.

He leans back against the tree, using it to brace himself as she wraps her legs around him, adjusting his grip on her as he lifts her body up, trying to adjust the angle because he needs her, needs this. He doesn't even know her name, but he knows her scent, the taste of her skin, and he wants to stay with her. But maybe that's just his heat.]

[ Quite frankly, she doesn't care if this is something that only lasts through the night, but she's going to make sure it's one that he'll never be forgetting any time soon.

She reaches down between them, letting her claws lightly scrape along his chest as they drag downward, but she's more careful than that when she wraps her hand around his cock, slow and squeezing, feeling his hot hardness against her palm as she strokes. ]

How badly do you want to be inside me?

[Jackson groans, his head falling back, neck exposed as her nails scrape down his chest. He likes it, the way they cut, burn, even if he knows they'll still linger the next day. There's a certain allure to that, too. His breath catches, stills in his throat as her hand wraps around his cock, surprisingly careful, but the threat is still there in her hands. Instead, however, she's stroking, friction that makes him whine with the need for more.

He's so gone in his Heat it's hard to use words, and it takes him a few ragged breaths before he can manage anything aside from a pleading whimper.]

Need- Please-

[Begging her, shaking from need, but his hands still clutch tight against her body, stroking over soft skin. He doesn't think he's ever needed anything else in the world like he needs this.]

[ There's a very valuable part of him in her hands right now; they both recognize that, and yet he doesn't shy away, doesn't shrink underneath her hold on him. So she continues to stroke, feeling him grow impossibly hard inside the grip of her fingers, and she rewards him with a tighter squeeze before her hand grips the base of his cock and she positions herself. ]

Well, because you asked so nicely.

[ It doesn't take much effort at all - a subtle roll of hips, her hand working between them, and she draws him inside her, sinking down slowly onto his length. He's big, surprisingly thick, filling her deeply, and she moans against the juncture between his neck and shoulder as her head tips forward. ]

[Her hands are clawed, but oh so careful as they curl around his length. There's that edge of concern, but he doesn't pull away, doesn't want her to stop touching. He likes her claws, even like this, and if anything that edge of threat, of what she could do, just makes it hotter. Her fingers continuing to stroke over him, then griping around the base as she positions his length against her.

She sinks down on him, and Jackson can't help the way that he growls. Her body is hot and slick and there's a whimper of pleasure he presses into her skin. His hands tighten against her body, pulling her tight against him, his fingers clutching at her hips as instinct demands it. His body is still burning, but the heat of her body tempers it, makes him feel less out of his mind with the need of it.

He doesn't know who she is and it doesn't matter, but he needed her. His hips starting to rock, impatiently pressing into her. ]

[ Maybe heat, or destined? ]

ooc: either work for me

[ She knows that things with Isaac have been - awkward, since their brief entrapment in the janitor's closet, but she's really trying to make amends. It definitely feels like they're moving towards something closely resembling a friendship, but she knows she has a lot of ground to cover before that happens. She'd rather have more friends than enemies, though, and she hopes she can count Isaac among the former.

It's weird; today, in class, she's finding it hard to concentrate, feeling almost as if there are eyes on the back of her neck, creating that tingling that travels up the length of her spine. Slowly, she turns around in her seat to find his gaze on the other side of the room, and her throat goes dry. It's - a surprise, to say the least, and she forces herself to swallow, trying to manage a polite smile. There's a look in his eyes that she can't quite pin down, and it makes her squirm restlessly, eager for the bell to ring so she can slip outside to breathe. ]

[He's had this hunger in his stomach since he woke up, this itch that tells him it needs to be satisfied. It isn't like the call of the moon, well it's similar but there's not urge for blood or killing. It's just a feral need that he's trying to control. But it isn't easy. He's had his fists clenched all day, aggrivated and snapping at everyone.

It's only when he sees her that this feeling is momentarily abated. He keeps watching her, a calmness softening his features. She's pretty. He's thought that since she first transferred. He never had a shot with Scott moving in. And even now, Scott still has it bad for her, and he's the only person that doesn't seem intent on screwing him.

Still he can't stop looking at her, his body already telling him he wants her, regardless of how rocky their relationship is. He hasn't forgotten about what happened, and he's pretty sure almost attacking her has made things worse.

But there's been moments. She does have his back, and he's slowly regaining trust in her. Of course the wolf in him cares little for his feelings on the matter. He can feel the want rising in him.

And then she catches him looking, and he has to smile back. Way to go, Isaac. Totally look like a creep. So his head drops and he taps the desk with his eraser to try and keep composure until the bell rings.]

[ She turns back to face the front of the classroom before either of them get yelled at, cheeks burning as she tilts her head to idly tuck some hair behind her ear. It's difficult to pinpoint exactly what's going on - maybe it's some residual werewolf thing where he actually wants to rip her throat out. He'd been well within his right to want to, after everything that went down, but she doubts that's it. The look in his eyes - it'd been more heated, hungry than murderous. She almost shivers to think about what could be putting that expression on his face.

The bell rings and she practically shoots out of her desk, shifting her bag once over her shoulder as she makes a beeline for the door and then for the one connecting out to the courtyard. Only once she's out there, feeling the warm air ghost across her face, does she realize she probably just came across as a total - well, bitch.

Her shoulders sag as she sighs. Whatever the reason, she doesn't want to make things worse between them, and she worries that she may have just succeeded. She shifts the weight of her bag again and turns to make her way back inside, hoping to find him so she can, what, apologize? It sounds ridiculous to even think, much less go through with doing, but she's already walking, so lost in her thoughts that she doesn't realize she's walked right into him. ]

Oh! Sorry, I - I'm so sorry.

[He watches her practically run out of the room. Slowly he packs up his own books and notebooks. Guess he really did scare her off. He hadn't meant to, he hadn't meant to be staring at her at all. But this need inside of him wanted her. Isaac could be as feral as any other wolf, but he does know when a line has been crossed, and he mentally swears to himself as he exits the room.

He's heading to his locker when she barrels right into him. On instinct he catches her, her body pressed right against his. He sees that she doesn't fall over, and in that moment he's suddenly bombarded by her scent. It's intoxicating, and it nearly makes him turn there. Fingers grip her before he realizes what's coming over him and he has to take a step back, blinking his eyes back to normal.]

It's fine-- [Even if everything in him now realizes what exactly he wants.]

[ She sways in his space, looking up into his eyes before she knows what to do with herself. His fingers curl around her arms to pull her in even closer somehow and her breath catches, gaze widening for a moment until he steps back and it feels a little easier to inhale, even if there's a subtle tremor in it. ]

I - didn't hurt you, did I? That's probably a ridiculous question, since it's not like a small bump is going to do any serious damage.

[ She chuckles, a nervous half-laugh that brings an awkward smile to her lips - and help, help, she's literally drowning in her own awkwardness right now as she stands in front of him, too invested to just turn around and walk away again and too tense to do anything in the way of moving closer. ]

[He catches the dimple at her smile, for however awkward this situation is. It's cute, and he can't help smiling back. Isaac does know how much damage Allison can do, but a bump into him did nothing-- well bruise wise.

His fingers curl back into his legs as he tries to not just pin her to a locker and kiss her right there.]

It's fine. [Because talking should be happening right now. Not just staring at her and smiling.]

Hey, are you free now? I was thinking it best to-- not be alone with the Ethan around.

[Perfect excuse.]

[ His words flip a switch, at least temporarily, and she manages to think coherently long enough to nod in agreement, shouldering the weight of her bag briefly as her eyes leave his to glance around them. ]

Yeah. Yeah, you're probably right. But I have a free period.

[ She smiles warmly, inclining her head in the direction of heading down the hall. ]

You lead, I'll follow?

[It's a bold move, but his hand takes her free hand before adjusting his bag. Looking around he starts to head toward an abandoned room. If she doesn't go for it, he can back off. He's not that much of a creep, but right now even just touching her again has him so captivated and in need of tasting her, having her in anyway she'll let him-- even if they just start something here and then let it take them somewhere else later.]

[ She glances down at their hands, an unexpected warmth shooting up her arm from where they're linked, and hides a smile to herself before she lets him lead the way.

The abandoned classroom is darker than the rest of the school, shades drawn over the windows, and Allison lets her bag drop to the floor once they're inside, the door closing behind them. She turns to face him, finding his eyes in the dark. ]

[He has no problem seeing in the dark, though he does tug her into the room some more, more towards the wall so that if someone does decide to look in, they can't see them.

His breath catches in his throat as he looks down at her, her eyes seemingly glued to his. Quickly he bends down to kiss her, not beating around the bush and not apologizing for his wants.]

[ She stutters across the floor towards him as he pulls her along, boots skidding across the floor until she comes willingly with a soft chuckle and a slow smile, steadying herself with a hand against his shoulder.

When he leans down to kiss her, she kisses back, mouth gently moving with his. ]

[There's a slow exhale when he feels her kiss him back. His hands slide down over her hips to pull her closer to him. There's an intensity there, a need to have her and taste more of her. He can't help it, and he knows she's already affected him especially in other areas.

One hand sweeps her hair back. He should be thinking, but there is no thought, only her and how sweet she tastes on his lips.]

[ She gasps when he puts his hands on her and pulls her close against him, her own arms slowly winding around his neck to bring them into a closer hold. There's no mistaking this for anything but what it is now, a deeper embrace than even she could have predicted.

Her tongue brushes his and she whimpers, seeking more of it, more of him. ]

[It intensifies with every moment passing, a hand coming to slide up her side. She's beautiful, and everything about her right now is alluring. He presses her back, leading her to a desk so he can sit her on it, hands at her hips. His mouth travels to her neck before his hand rubs between her legs, wanting to stir something from her.]

{No Pregnant or Groomed please.}

[The 'Heat' prompt alright with you?]

{Perfectly =)}

[You know, Stiles had actually gotten used to not having to chain up a werewolf hell-bent on ripping him limb from limb during the full moon. It seemed like Scott had managed to control himself these past three summer months. He had practically forgotten that the full moon could be an incredibly dangerous night for a very defenseless human such as himself.

Normally he wouldn't even be out driving on a night like this, but his father was pulling an all-night shift down at the station and he was charged with the duty of running him over some food that didn't consist of fries and an artery clogging double burger.

He was driving through a rather dark and ominous patch of woods, just minding his own business, maybe jamming out to the radio in his jeep, when something darted out in front of him]

Oh my god!

[His first instinct was to cut the wheel and slam on the breaks. Somehow he narrowly missed plowing into a tree on the opposite side of the road. Once his car was safely off the road, he took a moment to try and quell the rapid beat of his heart]

Scott, that was totally not cool if that was you!

[The rut had caught him unaware. He hadn't had one in so long, he'd forgotten how intense it could be. It seemed like his body had put off having one during the catastrophe that had been his life lately, but in holding it off, it seemed it had been storing it up as well. It had hit him with a vengeance, making him gasp and curl his hand into fists until he was bleeding from the half moon marks dug into his palms.

He couldn't stay around the others. Not like this. He'd use them and they'd let him and he'd feel like shit about it in the morning. They couldn't say no to an Alpha in heat and he couldn't do that to them. Not when he'd failed them in so many other ways.

So he'd run, trying to wear himself out and get away from anyone with a heartbeat that he might fall upon. If he was alone, he could ride it out. It would be painful and it would feel like torture, but he could do it.

As per usual, Stiles screwed everything up. He came driving along just as Derek crossed the road, the squeal of tires making him pause as he worried about the teen crashing into something. He didn't have to worry as he heard Stiles' voice ring out through the night, but he should have just kept running. Maybe then he wouldn't have picked up his scent.

It was familiar and brought with it all the frustration he normally felt when around him. Not this kind of frustration, granted, but at the moment, it didn't matter. Stiles was familiar and alive and his scent had him scenting the air, turning to face the jeep. His eyes blazed and he moved slowly down towards it.]

What are you doing out so late?

[What could he say? All werewolves tended to look big and hairy when darting across the road in the middle of the night. It was an honest mistake to make. Luckily, those glowing red eyes swiftly alerted the still very startled teen as to the identity of this particular broody lycanthrope.

His heart? Yeah, it was still beating a mile a minute. He rarely saw Derek in such a worked up state. Outside of battling for his life, obviously]

You know, I could ask you the same question!

[If all else failed, Derek could probably smell the meat from the ham and swiss cheese sandwich currently stuffed in a brown paper bag and left on the passenger side seat]

I'm not the one running around the woods looking all - are you panting?

No.

[He was not panting. He was breathing deeply, trying to keep Stiles' scent as he moved closer. He could pick up the food in the jeep, but that was of absolutely no interest to him right now.

What was keeping his attention was the mouthy teen and his rapid heartbeat. Derek came closer, clawed hands flexing as he moved towards Stiles.]

Shouldn't you be in bed?

[Which might have kept him from running into an Alpha on the edge. Seems he wasn't going to be so lucky tonight.]

[It was a very sad testament to Stiles' survival skills indeed that his first thought to a line of defense against an encroaching Alpha was to lock the doors of his jeep. As if Derek couldn't easily punch through the glass or rip the door from the vehicle entirely. That being said, his drive side window was still rolled half-way down.

What could he say? When Derek was all 'Alpha'd' out like that, he tended to get a serious case of the creeps. Along with other things he didn't like to think about. Terribly dirty, naughty things.

Clearing his throat, he tries to maintain a casual conversation]

Yeah, just on my way to drop off some food for my dad, if it's any of your business.

[He leans in closer to the window, his eyes narrowing in an unflattering squint]

You sure you're alright? Something werewolfy going down that I should know about?

[He was almost at Stiles' jeep when a miniscule amount of clarity returned to him. He saw the look Stiles was giving him, saw his reflection in the window, and he did what he could to try to save him from himself.]

Go, Stiles. Get out of here now.

[It was all he could do to warn him off since another breeze brought Stiles' scent to him again and he rumbled a growl as he started to move to grab the handle of the door.]

[Stiles would normally be flooring it, but there as just something about Derek's behavior that had him hesitating. Something was definitely up. Derek could normally control himself better than this on a full moon. He had to wonder if he'd been hurt somehow or - ]

Wow! Hey, don't damage the jeep!

[His sympathetic thoughts were interrupted and halted entirely when he saw a clawed hand about to grab at the handle to his jeep, which was still locked]

She's the getaway car to more then half of the freaky shit that's gone down lately.

[He found himself unlocking the door, despite the warning bells going off in his head]

Use your words, Derek. Why do you want me to hightail it out of here?

[It was too late. That small window of opportunity had fled and Derek opened the door, reaching in and grabbing Stiles by the front of his shirt. He hauled him out, pulling him out of the jeep and pressing him up against the side.]

You should have left when I told you to.

[Then the need swamped him and he leaned in, mouth moving to Stiles' while he slipped a leg in between his, grinding into him with a body that was more than ready in every way.

A small part told him to be careful, not to bite him considering he had his teeth out, but he told that part to shut up. He wanted what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted was pinned to the side of the jeep with a very aroused Alpha on top of him.]

Fuck!

[Stile was so not prepared for being forcefully yanked out of his jeep and pinned by what he was sure had to be 150+ pounds of pure muscles, repressed emotions, and primal fuck-or-fight instincts. He just hoped he wasn't about to be shredded. In fact, his eyes clamped shut in anticipation. Was this how he'd end up dying?

Judging from the very very hard tent in what little remained of Derek's pants, that wasn't going to be the case.

Yeah, alright. Stiles had been freaking out about being a virgin and possibly being sacrificed lately, but he'd never thought that might end up being remedied by Derek Hale.

Well....maybe in his wildest fantasies?

His heart rate might be up again, but all that blood was definitely pumping in a different, southern direction]

What the - Oh my god!

[Yeah, he wasn't putting forth much in the way of conversation or observation right about now. Not with the way his hips were instinctively grinding back against the leg wedged against him]

[It took all the effort he had to make the claws and fangs retract. To go back to being Derek Hale and not the Alpha. But he couldn't let the red bleed from his eyes. Those eyes glowed at Stiles as he leaned in and bit at his mouth with blunt teeth. Then his tongue came out to soothe even as his mouth opened to deepen what was going to be a demanding and hungry kiss.

It didn't help his control any when he could pick up through scent that Stiles seemed to be okay with this. More than okay if he went by the way his body was moving into his.]

Should have kept driving.

[His voice was quiet, raw with need as he bit his way over to Stiles' neck, a hand moving down to pull up his shirt. He wanted to feel skin and he couldn't do that with all the goddamn layers Stiles wore.]

[That first bite - thankfully with blunt human teeth - causes Stiles to shudder. He felt feverishly turned on and he was already entertaining vivid images of what was about to happen to him. Admittedly along the side of a seemingly dark and abandoned road....

He thought about protesting. He even opened his mouth to do so, but the hot and feverish introduction of Derek's swiftly invading tongue had his head spinning. He swiftly forgot why he should protest at all. So what if they were out in the open? So what if anyone could drive by and see the two of them fucking like rabbits? The risk just seemed to make his dick even harder]

Just watch the...t-teeth!

[Another risk he was definitely willing to take. Despite the fact that Derek didn't seem like he was big on control at the moment, he trusted that he wouldn't lost it completely and accidentally turn Stiles.

His shirt came off easily to reveal that he wasn't the entirely scrawny looking seventeen year old he appeared to be. All that time on the lacrosse field had built up a bit of muscle]

Wanna tell me what's up? Besides your dick?

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No.

[Derek's own shirt was pulled off over his head and dropped beside Stiles'. His hand moved down between them, cupping over Stiles' crotch and massaging. Even if he was scent blind, he couldn't miss what was pressing up against him. Stiles wanted this.

There was a flash of guilt that he was making him do this, that Stiles couldn't say no, but then logic intervened. Stiles wasn't part of his pack. He couldn't be made to do anything. Hell, trying to get him to listen to him normally was a trial.

Derek groaned, biting at his shoulder before he licked back up to his mouth.]

Mine isn't the only one.

[There was another squeeze.]

[Making him do this? Seriously? If Stiles knew about that guilt trip, he would have been offended. If he didn't want anything to do with this, teenage hormones be damned, he would have spoken up by now]

Y-yeah, but I - Oh fuck me! - have the added bonus of being a teenager. My dick is always in the upright position. What's your excuse?

[The fact that he was coherent enough to get out a full two sentences surprised even him. Must be the ADHD.

Then Derek squeezes his cock, already entirely too oversensitive and pressed mercilessly against the fabric of his own jeans, and Stiles is so turned on that he wants to scream his frustration.

His hands find the two rear belt loops to Derek's pants. He hooks his fingers and yanks the alpha's hips impossibly close. This time, once Derek's mouth is through marking up his neck and shoulder, Stiles is ready for him. His mouth surges against Derek's and he's even bold enough to try and shove his tongue into his mouth instead of the other way around]

[Derek's entire being is filled with the need to fuck and Stiles is making this entirely too easy on him. His hand moves up to tug at Stiles' belt, opening it before getting to his pants.]

You want to talk about that now?

[Because Derek didn't want to talk. Derek wanted to get Stiles' pants down and turn him around to press him up against the jeep. His control was slipping again and he growled at the tongue invading his mouth, rutting up against Stiles' leg in a moment of lust, panting as he drew back.]

Why not? Seems as good a time as any...

[Gotta love the fact that even though he's more minutes away from being fucked up against the hood of his own Jeep, Stiles can still manage to be an annoying little shit.

His hands mirror Derek's, only much more awkward and fumbling as he struggled to get the lust-crazed alpha's zipper down. He managed to palm the bulge there before emitting a triumphant 'Fuck yes' as he reached inside and curled his hand around Derek's cock. It felt normal enough to him that he didn't think twice before implicating the only real sexual skill he had. His hand slid up the length of the werewolf's cock, thumb circling the tip just once, before that hand slid all the way back down. This performance repeated itself several times]

[Derek paused as he got Stiles' pants undone and pulled open, forehead resting against his as Stiles' hand slid along his dick. In a matter of seconds, he'd shifted again and Stiles might take notice that it wasn't just his hands and face that had changed. His cock got longer, the cap at the end fading away into a more tapered off end.]

Shut up and turn around.

[His voice was rough, that edge of a growl rumbling through it as he jerked Stiles' pants down, claws puncturing holes in the denim.]

[Freaky Werewolf dick be damned, Stiles knew better then to disobey a growled order like that. Even if his curiosity begged him to get a better look at Derek's alpha-shifted dick. It felt more canine then human, but he wasn't about to freak out now. Plus, his dick was way too hard to let this end in a disappointing manner.

For once - and blessedly so - words escaped him as he turned to lean his chest over the hood of his jeep, causing his body to bend just so. He was well aware that his pants were around his ankles and he was utterly exposed to Derek's heated gaze.

And damn if that didn't make his cock twitch in eagerness]

[Derek took the time to look, clawed hands coming up to slide over the ass bared to him before they made their way up his back. Leaning over him, he asked a question he already knew.]

You're a virgin.

[Completely. Both to men and women. It wasn't something he could smell, but he'd heard Stiles wailing about it enough to remember it, whether he wanted to or not. He had to remember that. Remember not to just thrust in. But the only thing he had to ease the way was spit. It would have to do.

He pulled his cock out, spitting in his palm and stroking it over himself. He made sure the tip of it was as wet as he could made it. He didn't dare try to prepare Stiles. Not with his hands like this and no guaranteed way to control it.]

Pretty obvious.

[Stiles breathed a small sigh of relief when Derek didn't just plow into him like he had half expected the crazed Alpha to do. He heard him spit and his rather vivid imagination filled in the rest of the blanks. Shuddering, he kept himself perfectly still. At least until he felt the slippery sensation of Derek's cock nudging between his virgin cheeks. He couldn't seem to stop himself from surging forward and away from Derek's cock, more then a little nervous as to what was about to happen to him]

You won't even let me see it, but you expect me to let you stick it inside me?

You want an anatomy lesson now?

[The words were snapped, distorted slightly by the elongated teeth. He pressed again, but his hands braced on the hood of the jeep to keep from grabbing him and pulling him in, keeping him pinned. He needed that heat, that contact and the tightness he knew he'd get in Stiles' body. So he made sure the tip of his cock was nestled firmly in Stiles' ass cheeks, though he didn't press past the ring yet. Not yet.]

Kinda want to know what I'm in for if you pop my cherry, so to speak.

[He might have surged forward again, but his hips were already pressed indecently against the hood of his jeep and there was just no way all that steel and metal would move out of his way even if he tried. That's how the tapered tip of Derek's cock ended up wedged between his cheeks, pressing yet not quite penetrating. He could feel his puckered entrance twitching in a maddening sort of way]

[He leaned over Stiles' body, actively pinning him down to the hood. He nuzzled up his spine, licking at it before he got to his neck. Sharp teeth grazed over him, but not to leave a mark. Just to warn.]

I'm sure you've played with your own enough to know.

[Remarkably, Stiles seemed to react to that warning graze of extra sharp canines against his neck in a very primal manner. His fingers flexed against the hood of the jeep, his cock throbbed and left a small smear of white fluid against the edge of his stomach, and perhaps favorably of all - his hips canted just right. So that Derek couldn't miss his mark with that first thrust even if he tried.

He went from a combination of hyperactive, aroused, and strung out to submissive and yearning. Seriously, Derek needed to consider threatening to bite him more often if that's all it took to shut him up like this]

[He could smell the precome as it hit the air, his claws raking lines down the hood. He knew Stiles would bitch about it, but it was better the hood than the teen.

The move of his hips had the tip of his cock sliding in and he stilled. Only for a moment, but as soon as he felt that, he pressed in again, nuzzling at the nape of Stiles' neck. He wanted to bite, just to leave a mark, but he couldn't like this. Not unless he wanted Stiles to be around him more than he already was. The idea of him having to comply to him like this wasn't as appealing as the fact that he wanted to anyway, so Derek managed to avoid sinking teeth in, but he licked over salty skin as his hips pressed himself deeper into Stiles.]

[Stile would definitely bitch about that later. Much later, when his sex-addled brain could manage to notice the tell-tale claw marks on his hood.

Right now, however, his mind and body were fully occupied with the sensation of Derek's cock slowly filling him. With no previous stretching, was it any wonder that he felt a definite spike of pain that left him clenching around the invading shaft. All that heat and tightness seeming to cling to the alpha's cock with every inch he gained.

His head fell forward, his forehead grazing the metal of the jeep as he found himself panting heavily]

[Derek was trying not to rush, but he needed this so bad. Needed Stiles. Needed the heat. Needed that tight almost painful clamping around his dick. Jesus.

Derek moaned, the sound mixed with a growl as he mimicked Stiles and rested his forehead on his back.]

Tight.

[The word was garbled but discernible. And still he tried to keep from pumping into him.]

Big.

[Stiles countered, although he wasn't quite referring to girth. At least, not quite yet]

Fuck, when do you end?

[It felt like Derek was still managing to inch inside of him and he wasn't sure his body could take much more. Although that was probably a normal feeling for a guy who hadn't had much more then a finger inside of him before this

His eyes were shut tight by the time Derek seemed to finally bottom out inside of him. A few moments of tense silence passed before he just had to test the waters. If Derek wasn't going to thrust, he'd just have to endure the slow, testing shift of Stiles' hips as his body seemed to finally adjust to the intrusion]

[A sound that was suspiciously akin to a whimper left him. He slipped a hand around Stiles' throat, claws careful not to prick.]

What are you doing?

[He was trying to keep from letting the rut take over, but he could feel it building in him, strong enough to make his cock feel like it was throbbing inside Stiles. It wasn't, not yet. But his hips shoved back into him, keeping him pressed to the jeep.]

Fucking myself onto your cock, obviously.

[Even in the midst of a situation like this, Stiles couldn't seem to keep his snark in check]

You can't just stick you dick in me and then decide to have second thoughts.

[He was surprised by that sudden thrust. It was just strong enough to rock his entire body against the frame of the jeep. He wasn't proud of the utterly wrecked moan that managed to escape]

Not having second thoughts.

[He pulled out slightly and thrust back in again, pulling Stiles up away from the hood by the hold on his throat.]

Trying not to split you open.

[Speaking seemed to be getting harder if only because all of his brain function was split between not biting Stiles and not fucking him into a bloody mess.]

You're not succeeding v-very oh fuck well....

[Stiles let Derek have all the control he desired. He couldn't put up much of a fight with those claws so close to his throat, not that he actually wanted to in the first place.

His hands were left scrambling comically against the edge of the hood as Derek pulled him back and pushed him forward with each thrust. His head finally lolled back, subconsciously baring hid throat to the werewolf as his dick continued to drip pearly white droplets of precome]

[The sign of submission triggered every instinct he had to bite. He did, but he managed to do it without breaking the skin. Just his teeth around that throat, feeling Stiles' pulse around it as he thrust faster, pelvis starting to slap against the round cheeks of Stiles' ass. He growled as he held Stiles' throat between his teeth, a signal to anyone or anything watching that this was his and no one was allowed to touch.]

[Stiles wasn't even half aware of the pure porn quality moans he made with each hard, powerful thrust of Derek's hips. He let out a startled, half panicked gasp when sharp teeth clamped around his throat. Pinching and just this side of too much. His moans picked up a notch, becoming louder and even more desperate. Any moment now, Derek could lose complete control and break skin with those elongated fangs.

And fuck if that didn't drive him close to the edge without so much as a hand on his dick. Just the endless snap of Derek's hips]

Fuck! I'm going to....

[Stiles might be close, but Derek wasn't. Not yet. He'd keep pumping into the teen, pausing only long enough to let his body tense and clench around him while he came, then he'd continue fucking into him.

Because Derek was too far gone. He had his mate and he was going to fuck him until the need stopped burning through him like a wildfire.

Releasing his throat, Derek's mouth was close to his pulse, tongue moving over it every once in a while as he built himself up closer.]

[Stiles came hard. Harder then he could ever remember coming in his entire life! Spilling stripes of wet stickiness all over his stomach and dick. He thought Derek wasn't far behind him.

Oh god, he was so wrong. Instead of coming, the alpha werewolf just kept on fucking him and Stiles was entirely oversensitive for the first five or so minutes.

He was grunting and panting with every thrust, his forehead pressed against the hood of his jeep, still moaning and mewling for more]

[He pulled Stiles upright against him, bending his knees to thrust up into him as he straightened the teen. A clawed hand moved down to Stiles' stomach, fingers running through the come smeared over him.

That possessiveness hit again and his hand slid down to Stiles' softening cock. He was careful as he cupped his crotch, holding his cock in his hand as he pressed against it with his palm.]

[Stiles didn't seem to be talking much at the moment. He was either fucked senseless or too sated to mouth off in his typical fashion. When Derek straightened him, the slam of his hips in a renewed angle earned him a loud, rather startled cry from the teen as his prostate finally received the attention it deserved.

This also had the desired affect of causing his cock to twitch and throb back to life in Derek's clawed, yet carefully grasping hand]

Fuck, you're going to break me if you keep this up....

[Okay, maybe not entirely incoherent just yet]

Won't.

[He'd try his best not to, even if his best was a little ragged at the moment.

He felt the second stage starting, felt the way his cock started to swell and he bent them both over the jeep, shoving in as deep as he could while his knot grew, trapping him inside Stiles.

Derek panted, whining as he felt the pleasure burn through him. Fuck. So good. So worth it.]

Oh my god...

[No amount of research into the weird wide internet had prepared him for this. Gradually, through the haze of lust produced with every strike against his sweet spot, he became aware of Derek's cock slowly beginning to swell. It’s gradual at first, barely anything at all, but then it catches on his rim every time Derek thrusts in until Stiles grunts, on the borderline of pain]

Oh my god!

[ Eventually Derek's knot became too big to pull out and at that point Stiles was emitting a high pitched whimper. His dick, however, was hard and throbbing against his stomach all over again]

You've really got to warn me about something like that!

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[Derek couldn't think right then, his mind and body taken over with the pleasure that was ripping through him in pulses. He showered Stiles' back and neck with biting kisses, teeth surprisingly gentle as he held and bit against tender skin. His nose brushed behind one ear, his tongue coming out to lick the shell as his hips barely moved against Stiles.

He was locked inside him but he had absolutely no desire to be anywhere else.

After a minute, he could think again, but it came slowly.]

Sorry. Shifted were's knot.

[There, Stiles. He warned you.]

[It was definitely too little too late and Stiles would have told himself if he weren't so preoccupied with each tell-tale pulse of Derek's cock locked deep inside of him. He had the sense of mind to register that the alpha had to be coming, but every slight shift of those hips had his vision blurring and his toes curling. Fuckfuckfuckfuck! How could his knot be wedged up against his prostate and putting just the right amount of pressure against that oversensitive gland?]

Already figured that out, Sherlock Dick-in-my-ass-Homes. How long does it last?

[Also, was it his imagination or was Derek somehow still coming?]

Depends.

[He grazed his teeth over Stiles' shoulder, feeling more than a little demonstrative. His arms circled around him, forming a barrier around his shoulders and head.]

You smell good.

[The scent of Stiles' arousal, ejaculate, and sex was mingled all together and Derek had a feeling this wouldn't be enough. Not when he'd put it off so long.]

On what? Because encase you haven't noticed, my dick is still hard -

[Of course he would put his own needs first]

And we're both bare ass naked along a highway.

[Not that he particularly seemed to mind this...whatever this happened to be. Being so full of Derek, both his dick, knot, and come; felt surprisingly good. Good enough that he'd never admit it. At least not verbally]

Since you're finally using your words, do I get an explanation as to what this is all about yet?

[Stop nipping him like that! It makes it hard to relax when his dick is twitching with every graze of Derek's teeth against his bare skin]

I probably smell like sex and jizz....

Mmm, exactly like that. And you.

[No, he wasn't going to stop nipping. Or kissing. Or licking. This was his attempt to soothe his partner while he was still entwined with them. He rocked his hips slowly, not moving inside Stiles much, but perhaps moving over something enough for him to feel it.]

There's no one coming. We're safe.

[And if someone had been coming, Derek would have hightailed it out of there, still attached to Stiles and carrying him in front of him. The effect probably would have been less sexy than comical.]

You didn't hear a single thing I said before the words sex and jizz, did you?

[He might have sounded like he was accusing Derek of being an uncouth, sexy werewolf caveman if not for the loud, obscene yelp that happened to escape directly after Derek began to shift his hips. His knot was still swollen and still pressing heavily against his prostate. It was almost enough to get him off, but right now it was quite maddening]

No.

[One of those arms moved down, that lethal hand slipping between Stiles and the jeep to rub his palm against him.]

Was it important?

[Because he doubted it. The only important thing right now was his dick in Stiles' ass.]

I was asking -

[He couldn't seem to recall exactly what he was talking about to begin with, so he trailed off a split second after a hand wrapped around his aching member which seemed to twitch and throb happily in Derek's grip]

Nope. Not important at all. Just...

[His hips were starting to shift restlessly]

Don't stop.

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I don't plan on it.

[Even after his knot finally went down, he knew it wouldn't be the last of it. He was in full rut and it wouldn't go away with just one or two quick fucks.]

You were going somewhere?

[Because that might need to be addressed.]

No place you're not already headed.

[He tried for a playful, snarky laugh. Just a little joke on their current 'tied' situation]

But in all seriousness and at the risk of seriously killing the vibe between us? The police station.

But it doesn't matter. Dad's not going to have a heart attack if he pigs out at the burger place one more time.

You could go there. Drop off the food. Then come back.

[Because if he didn't come back, Derek knew he'd be hunting him down tonight. His target had been acquired and he wasn't about to let him out of his sight for longer than he needed to. Or...]

Or I could ride with you. Then...

[Then take him back to Stiles' place and fuck his brains into his mattress there.]

I don't think I want to risk you hanging out near the road and molesting some other unsuspecting, yet appreciative driver.

[At long last he found that he had some wiggle room, Derek's knot must be deflating a little bit]

As soon as we're unstuck and have our clothes back on, I'll drive you to the station, drop off the food, and then we're free for the rest of the night.

[He could feel Stiles moving under him, the swelling of his knot finally starting to go down. That didn't stop him from rocking into Stiles, using what he had left of his erection to keep him making those noises from earlier.]

Your house.

[Derek's instincts were on overdrive and he wanted to make Stiles' room smell like him, like the pair of them.]

[Stiles was definitely making those noises again, so Derek got his wish in spades because he was quite loud and vocal when his knot rubbed up against his prostate again]

Fuck! Okay, okay. My house.... You know if you keep doing that, we're not going to get to my house any time soon.

[His answer was to laugh, biting at the back of Stiles' neck again before he managed to be able to shift back to normal. Which meant that his knot faded away and he slipped out of Stiles. Along with a wash of come.]

[Stiles might have yelped at the sudden shift of Derek's 'wolfhood' back to normal proportions. He'd never admit it, but he did feel sort of...empty when Derek pulled out. Whether his body was missing being tied to the alpha or simply aching to be filled with his cock again, he wasn't sure.

As soon as he straightened, he felt something slick and more then a little sticky dripping down the inside of his thighs and legs. He only needed a split second to guess just what that was. Geez, how much had Derek unleashed inside of him?

Instead of complaining, he simply makes a face at the entirely too smug sourwolf and fishes around for his jeans. He noticed the claw marks right away. Again, he simply huffed an annoyed sigh and slipped them back on, trying to ignore the wet spot as Derek's come continued to trickle out]

Alright. Jeans, check. Dignity still intact, but just barely. I just need to find my shirt and you need to get dressed, then we can hit the road.

[Derek's idea of getting dressed was stooping to pull his jeans back up, then picking up his shirt and slinging it over his shoulder.

He was still under the influence of his rut, which would be why he went over and jerked Stiles against him, mouth fusing to his in a searing kiss as he reminded the teen of what they'd be doing when his 'duties' were done.]

Let's go.

[Stiles located his shirt and pulled that back on. Before he could get back into his jeep - were those scratch marks on his - He found himself melting into that long, searing kiss. His hands flailed comically for a moment or two before settling on Derek's hips. He was even smug enough to reach around and squeeze the alpha's ass just once before ducking into the driver side seat and throwing the jeep into gear.

It only takes ten minutes to reach the police station, but Stiles was inside for nearly double that time and he looked pretty flustered when he came back out and got into the jeep]

You know, you could have told me my neck looks like it's been mauled by a rabid animal....

Does it?

[Derek had kept himself in the jeep by sheer willpower. The longer Stiles had stayed in, the more his need grew, that burning desire to sink back into Stiles and mate almost consuming him. The idea that someone was in there trying to keep him from Derek had wormed deeply enough in his mind that he'd let out a huge breath of relief when Stiles had finally come back out.]

You're not bleeding.

No, but I'm pretty sure the indentation of your teeth on my throat threw my dad for a loop.

[He checked himself in the rear view mirror briefly. Sure enough, his entire neck was mottled with bite marks. Shaking his head, he starts up the jeep, throws Derek an exasperated look, and drives off towards his house]

So, you going to explain why you're acting like you just overloaded on viagra?

But you're not bleeding.

[And that was the main thing, Stiles. Priorities. The marks wouldn't last, he hadn't bitten hard enough, but he couldn't deny he liked the way they looked there. He also liked the way his hand looked on Stiles' thigh as he drove.]

Do I have to?

[The reluctance was because he knew that Stiles would just love making fun of him about it, both during and after the fact.]

I think you owe me an explanation, yeah.

[The road to his house suddenly seemed incredibly long with Derek's hand splayed over his thigh, making his mind split between some very vivid flashbacks to being fucked over the hood of his jeep and driving home.

Luckily, he manages to pull into the driveway without causing a major accident]

Is it a werewolf thing? An alpha thing? Should I call Scott and get the chains before you somehow manage to fuck me to death? Not that I'd be complaining....

[His hand tightened on Stiles' thigh.]

Do not call Scott.

[As much as Derek genuinely liked Scott, having him show up around his 'mate', temporary as that status was while he was in his rut would just push Derek to go on the aggressive to defend what was his.]

It's a... thing. Don't worry about it. You won't die.

[He might be exhausted and sore tomorrow, but he wouldn't be dead. Derek would see to that, even going so far as to feed him regularly during the mating to keep his reserves up.]

Wow, alright. No Scott. Gotcha.

[Stiles was basically clueless at this point. He would have liked to be able to jump on the internet and do some research, but with the way Derek was eying him like a juicy steak; he didn't think that was likely to happen]

A thing? It's never just a thing when it comes to you or any werewolves.

[But he's already getting out of the jeep and walking over to unlock the front door]

How long is this 'thing' going to last?

[Derek was out of the jeep and following behind him closely, noting with a smug sort of pride that the ass of Stiles' jeans were drenched.]

The rest of the night. Maybe tomorrow.

[He had put it off for a while, after all.

Coming up behind Stiles as he unlocked the door, he reached out to loop an arm around his waist, pulling him against him as he dipped his head down to bite at Stiles' neck.]

Why? Have other plans?

I don't, but you should know my dad is probably to get home right around breakfast time - barring any unusual homicides.

[His key ended up getting jammed in the door because Stiles' brain promptly forgot to function the exact moment he was pressed up against a very smug, very horny wolf. He fumbled to open the door and stumbled inside on shaky legs, shutting it behind Derek]

I assume we're going straight to my bedroom?

We'll find somewhere else to go if we need to.

[He bent down and picked up Stiles, one arm around his back holding him against his chest, the other around one leg to tuck it up to wrap around him. He was hoping Stiles would clue in and wrap the other one around him himself.]

Yes.

[Stiles got the message loud and clear. He wrapped an arm around Derek and tucked himself in against the alpha's broad chest]

Just promise you'll respect me in the morning.

[He had to tease just a little]

Why would I change a good thing of not respecting you at all?

[Derek could tease too, Stiles. He was up the stairs and in his room quickly, moving over to place him on the bed, already tugging on both shirt and jeans.]

You're on a one way path to sleeping by yourself, wolfy.

[He helped where he could and somewhere between Derek's tugging and his own eager movements, he was soon completely naked all over again. Naked and just as hard as ever]

Can you take off all of your clothes this time? Just a request....

[His answer to that was a growl before he lowered his head to bite at Stiles' chest. Not leaving a mark, but showing him that no, Derek would not be alone tonight.]

I could.

[Grinning, he moved back off the bed, standing beside it as he kicked out of his shoes, then began to strip himself naked. Stiles wasn't the only one ready, Derek erect and prepared for a second round as he crawled back onto the bed.]

There, happy?

[Stiles yelped in response to that bite, his hands flying up over his head in what he hoped was a perfectly submissive gesture. Then, he finds it a struggle just to keep his hands off of Derek once the werewolf alpha fully strips himself. Finally he could get a good look at Derek's cock.

Impressive, just like the rest of him.

He finally puts his hands to good use by dragging his nails down to the small of the older man's back]

Ecstatic. Just one more question. Are you gonna go all alpha on me again?

I might.

[He dropped his mouth down to lick over one of the fading marks, a knee slipping in between Stiles' legs.]

Is that a problem?

[He could try to control himself, but in his rut, he doubted he'd be able to do it as well as if this was an encounter outside of it.]

[His own cock is hard and already leaking profusely, smearing droplets of white against the underside of his stomach. Hey, it's a hell of a show just watching Derek]

No, but I'd like to request a more comfortable position if you do that thing with your dick again.

What position?

[A hand lifted to smear the come over Stiles' stomach. He lifted a finger to his mouth, sucking on it and getting the taste of Stiles before he moved to lower himself to grind against Stiles' crotch.]

You're asking me? The guy who was a virgin up until about an hour ago?

[His cock twitched at the sight of Derek sucking precome off of his fingertip. Fuck, that went way beyond the realm of hot. It was like...porno quality!]

I don't know! Maybe missionary? Me on top?

Maybe.

[He leaned down, licking at Stiles' mouth for entrance before he kissed him. Hard. His tongue wanted in and he licked at Stiles' lips until he was granted it.]

I like taking you from behind. You have a nice ass.

[Stiles granted him access pretty much right away. His lips parting under the insistent press of Derek's tongue. He groaned softly into that kiss, his hands coming up to thoroughly mess up Derek's hair, leaving it looking even more sex-mussed than ever before]

Why am I not surprised that doggy style is your favorite position?

[He really can't shut up]

I mean, do you even realize who cliche that is?

Would you prefer I just make you use your mouth? At least that way I'd get some peace and quiet.

[His hand moved down to wrap around Stiles' cock, squeezing it lightly before he began to move over it.]

Oh fuck!

[Stiles somehow managed to get his whole body to writhe against the bed. His hips already bucking impatiently into that tight grip around his cock]

I have no idea what you just said. In fact, I think I blacked out temporarily.....

[Stiles' reactions were only making him harder, his instincts to mate piqued by the pleasure of his current partner.]

Do you always talk in your sleep?

[His head fell back, narrowly missing braining himself against the hard headboard of his bed. He wasn't sure the sounds he was making were entirely human. He wasn't sure he even cared at this point. Derek's hand felt so good against his cock]

Yeah, actually. Is that going to be problem?

Only if I let you sleep.

[He lowered his hips, moving so that he could slide his own cock alongside Stiles', hand gripping them loosely as he began to thrust.]

I'm going to fuck you again.

[That was a declarative remark.]

[Stiles really didn't have much in the way of stamina. The only thing keeping him from making a mess of both himself and Derek right about now was the fact that he just came about an hour ago. That didn't stop him from breathing heavily when Derek's dick slid along his, thrusting a decadent rhythm that had his eyes rolling back in his head]

And again, I'm assuming? Until ungth! whatever is going on with you works it's way out of your system?

[See? He's catching onto this werewolf stuff]

Would it help if I said I feel incredibly empty without you inside of me?

[Those words hit him with a force that almost took his breath away. Stiles was empty. He could fix that.

He pulled back, spreading Stiles' legs wide and hooking his hands under his knees to draw them up. Stiles was still wet from his deposit of before, which was a good thing since Derek had little in the way of patience at the moment.]

Not anymore.

[He filled him with a thrust, cock sinking deep into him until Derek didn't think he could move.]

Derek!

[It was a very lucky thing that he was still slick from Derek's come and loose enough from his knot that there was nothing except a huge wave of white hot bliss that shot through him when he was filled so deeply and suddenly. His body surged again, his back arching off of the bed and his neck craning at such a delicious angle]

Fuckfuckfuck!

[Derek's hands went to Stiles' hips, gripping them as he stayed on his knees, lifting up both himself and Stiles so he could start pumping into him with a frenzied sort of hunger.]

[Stiles swiftly wrapped his legs around Derek's waist, letting his the heel of each foot dig into his back, urging him to on with moans that were much louder than last time. Then again, he didn't have to worry about anyone driving up and spotting them this time either.

His nails were digging into the touch muscle of Derek's upper back. His hand automatically went to his cock, sensing that this romp might not last nearly as long as their first]

[Derek's thrusts were fast and hard, percussive snaps of his hips against Stiles' body that started to make a slapping sound fill the room. Sweat was covering Derek's body in a light sheen, a look of utter concentration on his face as his eyes were glued to the sight of his dick entering and leaving Stiles' body.]

[He felt like his body was reverberating with everything thrust, almost as if Derek was creating a symphony with ever snap of his hips. His moans swiftly rising in both pitch and frequency. He was practically chanting Derek's name as he tugged insistently at his own cock. The pleasure was so intense it felt like he as going to black out again]

Fuck, you're killing me. I'm dying. Seriously, I'm dying with your dick inside of me!

[There was a moment where Derek actually took the time to listen to Stiles' body. His heart rate was erratic, his breathing was coming in gasping pants, but no, he wasn't dying.

With that assurance, Derek gripped Stiles hard, body continuing to pound into his.]

Come.

[It was a command as much as anything. He wanted to feel Stiles clenching around him, wanted to have his body milking his as he filled him again.]

[Stiles didn't need to be told twice. Hell, he barely needed to be told once! With his hand wrapped around his cock and Derek's ddick snapping ruthlessly and relentlessly against the hot, clinging walls of his ass; he came. Oh <>fuck did he come! Judging from the way he was thrashing, he could have been mistaken for having a stroke instead of being swept up in the throes of passion.

It was Derek's name on his lips as he spilled in sticky white ropes all over his own fist. His body clamping tight around that invading cock, wringing him for every drop]

[Derek's own orgasm was less of a production but no less intense. He snapped his hips in against Stiles' body, a growl rumbling up through his chest as he felt Stiles tighten around him. Then he was pouring into him, mouth open and a soft groan leaving him as he emptied himself again.]

[This time, Stiles was relieved to take notice of the fact that Derek hadn't shifted to his alpha form and therefore there would be no uncomfortable knot to hold him in place. He answered to that growl with a loud groan, his hips arching, pressing himself as tight as physically possible against Derek's cock.

His hands slid through Derek's hair again, but this time it was more of a 'petting' gesture then anything else]

Fuck, so good....

[He slumped down over Stiles, nuzzling into him as he finished emptying himself. He didn't make any effort to move out of him, keeping himself half levied over him.]

You brought your dad food. Have you eaten yet?

[His head hit the pillow with a loud 'thump'. He felt light headed, a little sore, and yet incredibly good. Even the solid weight of Derek's body pressing him down into the bed didn't seem to bother him much.

He's breathing heavily, but he seemed content enough to nuzzle Derek back, making note of the rough stubble along his jaw]

No, not yet. There's a bag of chips laying around my room somewhere....

You'll need more than chips.

[He gave a slow but pointed press of his hips, cock still moving in Stiles.]

You'll need the carbs and the calories.

[Stiles let out a confused, yet vaguely encouraging moan]

How are you doing that?

[How could he still be hard after two rounds?]

Meat. You mean I need to eat some meat? There's...probably some leftovers in the fridge.

Meat. Fruit. Vegetables. Something with substance that won't just be burned up in an hour.

[He brushed his jaw against Stiles' shoulder before he slowly pulled out, moving to lie beside him. An arm was draped possessively around his waist. Stiles was his for the night. Tomorrow (if his rut was over), they could go back to mildly tolerating one another. But tonight, he was going to enjoy every moment he could get.]

[Stiles let out a rather undignified grunt when Derek pulled out, his boneless and utterly sated body refusing to allow him to move. All he could so was basically stare up at the ceiling and try to think of what was in the fridge right about now]

So, guess I'm cooking supper then? I mean, it's that or chips. I'd really appreciate it if you could keep your dick out of me while I'm cooking though, I have enough trouble averting fire hazards as it is.

No promises.

[He grinned, pulling Stiles over to him as he bit along his cheek.]

Make a lot. You're going to need it.

[You know what? Derek had been making his neck and shoulders his own personal chew toy lately, Stiles felt obliged to big back. Along the edge of Derek's jaw]

You're going to have to carry me downstairs. In fact, I demand it.

[Derek grinned, hand sliding down to grope Stiles' ass.]

I could arrange that.

[No guarantees that Stiles wouldn't be carried down while riding his dick, but...]

You're a caveman, you know that?

[Oh yeah, he caught that lewd look Derek was giving him. As much as he didn't want to move, he hauled his ass out of bed, ignoring the fact that he was yet again dripping Derek's come when he pulled on his favorite pair of Batman boxers and headed down stairs without a word to the alpha sprawled naked on his bed.

Pulling open the fridge, he grabbed some ground beef and began to make some burgers. He figured Derek would follow him eventually]

[He wanted to lie there and enjoy the feeling of satiation, but the need to be around his mate had him rolling out of bed and coming down the stairs.

Naked.

He paused in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Stiles cook.]

Smells good.

[That applied to more than just the food. He could smell himself all over Stiles and he liked that.]

[Stiles very nearly ended up burning his hand just because he turned to gawk at Derek coming down the stairs with an erection.

Seriously? Werewolf stamina must be unheard of. His own cock could only give an interested twitch in his briefs. That's about it]

Me or the burgers?

[He somehow managed to divert his attention to flipping the burgers]

Both.

[He came up behind Stiles, lowering his head to bury his nose in his neck.]

I might have to steal one to keep from eating you.

They're not even close to being done yet. Unless you prefer raw meat.

[Okay, having Derek behind him, nuzzling into his neck which was already pink and more then a little raw from his stubble; was quite the distraction]

Not to eat.

[His teeth caught at one of Stiles' ears, sucking the lobe into his mouth as he slid his hands around the narrow waist in front of him.]

Oh fuck....

[No, that was not meant to be incentive Derek! Honestly, Stiles found himself caught between being hungry for some burgers, horny for Derek to just part his ass cheeks and fuck him for the third time this evening, and worried about starting a fire somehow]

You wanted me to eat, well I can't do much of that when you're doing all of this.

[Derek's mouth moved down to Stiles' shoulder, his hands leaving his waist so he could reach out and take the spatula from Stiles, flipping the burgers before setting it on the counter.]

You'll eat. Then I'll eat. After your shower, which I'll help you with.

So that's your subtle way of saying I reek, hm? Fine.

[Fine Derek. If you want him to take a shower and inadvertently wash himself clean of your scent and claim of him, so be it. He'll just hum under his breath as he wanders off towards the bathroom. It felt like he had been dripping Derek's come since their first encounter along the highway so it felt good to slip under the spray of hot water]

No, it's my subtle way of saying that if I'm going to put my mouth on your ass or dick, I'd like to wash a little of my own deposit off first.

[He could wash it off all he wanted, but he'd be getting re-scented before he had time to dry. Derek took over cooking the burgers since Stiles had just left them there, hunting around for buns and getting things to put on it out of the fridge.]

[Damn if he didn't think about what Derek had said the entire time he was in the shower. Deciding to cut it short, he emerged fifteen minutes later, still dripping wet and wrapped in only a thing towel around his waist]

The rolls are in the bread box.

[And his dick was hard enough to cut diamonds]

[Derek heard when the shower was turned off, but by then he had everything out and ready for whatever sort of burger Stiles wanted.]

I figure I'd let you put your own toppings on since I have no idea what you like.

[His eyes took in Stiles' body, smiling at the protrusion from under the towel.]

[Stiles made his way towards the burgers. He added cheese and ketchup. That was it. The perfect burger.

Aren't you so glad you get to hear him make porn star quality moans over a slab of meat that isn't attached to you, Derek]

Fuck, this is good.....

[Derek's dick twitched at the sounds, and he moved to pull Stiles over to one of the chairs. He sat and tugged the towel off him, leaning in to quickly put his mouth over Stiles' cock. He drew off for a moment to add]

Try not to get any of that on me.

[Then he went back to letting his mouth take him in as far as he could.]

Jesus! Derek....

[Not get anything on him? How could he even focus on eating without the added risk of choking when Derek's mouth was wrapped around his cock? The point being, he didn't eat. His burger did manage to get shredded by the tight grip he had on it]

[He sat back, watching Stiles with a feral gaze.]

Eat. Quickly. I want to take you back upstairs.

Unless you'd prefer for me to ruin any and all future dinners you might have here with your dad.

Jesus! Yeah - I mean - Fuck!!

[Stiles had never scarfed down a burger so fast in his entire life, let alone two The extra one was for some more protein as he had no idea when Derek was going to stop fucking him.

Swallowing his last bite, he glances down at the alpha]

Carry me upstairs. I'm on cheeseburger heaven.

[He's a dick, he knows it]

[Derek leaned in to lick the grease and ketchup off Stiles' lips, bending to scoop him up and carry him back up the stairs.

He'd have to be easy on him until he digested his food, but he'd eaten and Derek was pleased that his mate wouldn't drop from starvation.]

[He was actually surprised Derek didn't tell him off for his comment about carrying him.

He fell back onto the bed with a grunt, his hands automatically gripping Derek's shoulders, urging him to press his full weight against him]

So, is sex on the menu again? Because your dick is hard. Mine's hard. It only seems natural....

[He leaned down and kissed Stiles, still tasting the burger before he moved down Stiles' body.]

Sex and sex related things. I want to finish what I started downstairs.

You can't mean....

[If Derek rimmed him, Stiles was pretty sure he was going to come. Fuck! He had been a complete virgin not too long ago!]

If I come again, I'm pretty sure I'm done for the night.....

[Derek's answer was to grin up at him as he hooked Stiles' knees over his shoulders, spreading his legs as he settled between them and gave first his cock a cursory lick and suck, then his sac, then he moved down to play around his stretched and abused asshole.]

[Stiles cursed vehemently, filthily when Derek's mouth moved past his balls to that sensitive, stretched and well-fucked part of his body. His hands slid through the alpha's dark hair, gripping but no quite tugging just yet]

Don't you listen to a single - fuck yes - thing I say?

[His answer was a growl that moved past his lips, his tongue busy licking at the reddened hole. He pointed it and let it press into him, tasting the barest residue of himself as he did.]

Oh my god!

[Stiles let out a loud, frantic, borderline-holy-shit-I'm-going-to-come moan]

Derek!

[He replaced his tongue with a finger, moving up to lock his mouth over the head of Stiles' cock. Partly to keep him from making another mess, but also because he wanted the taste in his mouth.]

[Stiles felt his hands scramble to grip Derek's broad shoulders, needing something, anything to hold onto. The heat of that mouth fitting over his already twitching dick had him tossing his head back. He wasn't proud of it, but about 12.5 seconds later he was coming down Derek's throat]

[He swallowed the come deposited in his mouth, sucking on Stiles' cock as he did before he let it slide free. He looked up at him with a feral grin, moving up and kneeling between his legs, pulling him closer to him by his thighs so he could line himself up again.]

[Stiles might have blacked out for the first thirty seconds following his orgasm because when he came back to himself, Derek was settled on top of him and he could feel the pressure of his cock nudging his ass all over again.

His eyes widened. How many times could Derek fuck him in one night?]

You weren't kidding about keeping me up all night, were you? Jesus. How does your dick stay hard after all that?

No. I wasn't.

[He pressed in, sinking in all the way before he slowly drew back out.]

Do I need to point out the obvious? Blood flow? High metabolism? Quick stamina recovery?

[Stiles let out a long, low groan as Derek penetrated him. His body yielding around his dick much more easily thanks to the climax he had just experienced]

This is a hell of a way to introduce me to sex, you realize that?

It wasn't intentional.

[Tomorrow he'd feel bad about it. Tonight, he could only give in to the need to fuck. And Stiles was being so accommodating.]

[Stiles let his head fall back against the bed, his hands gripping the sheets. Derek's insistent thrust beginning to earn an interested twitch from the teen's thoroughly exhausted cock]

[He leaned down over Stiles, grinning as he bit at his chin.]

If you pass out, I'll just keep going. Take a nap if you need one.

[It was like Derek was suddenly reading his mind. Or maybe he just looked exhausted from all the hot, wild sex they had been having tonight]

Nice to know you won't stop on my account.

[He's never too tired for sarcasm. It takes a bit of concentration, but eventually he's able to drown out the sensation of Derek's cock constantly thrusting in and out of his ass. He must have been asleep for at least half an hour]

[Derek took that time to get to know Stiles' body. When the teen wasn't constantly yapping, he was nice to look at. Smooth. Lean. Derek's hands had touched and explored every nook and cranny while Stiles slept. He licked and bit and sucked marks into his skin at odd places over his body. And through it all, he kept fucking him. He came twice, but he was in the middle of building up for another when Stiles started waking.]

Mm, S'nice...

[Even if Stiles wasn't fully awake and aware just yet, a certain part of his anatomy was upright and leaking precome all over again. He stretches as best he can, his legs fitting over Derek's lean hips]

[He might have slowed down, but he was in no way finished. Stiles was leaking come from his ass, a pool of it soaked into the covers beneath him. Derek might have at some point smeared some of it into Stiles' skin, making him smell like him and sex. Just the way he should smell.]

Lazy ass.

Horny wolf.

[Stiles countered in a sleepy slur. The sheets beneath him felt soaked with what he could only assume was Derek's come. Jesus, how many times had he unloaded inside of him while he'd been sleeping? It was glistening and dripping out around Derek's cock in an obscene mess.

Speaking of, hey he just realized he could clench around Derek's dick without having to come first]

[Derek's pace stalled, a hiss coming from him as he looked down at Stiles.]

What are you doing?

Learning a new skill, apparently.

[He gave Derek a deviant smirk, all while continuing to clench up around Derek's dick]

What's the matter, sour wolf? Can't take a little extra friction?

[He paused again, looking down at Stiles. Then he grinned evilly before his eyes flared red, his face morphing into his wolf face.

That wasn't the only thing that morphed.]

I like friction.

[Oh shit. He definitely hadn't seen that coming. This time he clenched in pure unadulterated reaction do Derek's dick shifting inside of him. Fuck, that felt so weird and yet so good.

His grin didn't falter. In fact, he seemed to have gained more even more confidence, especially compared to the first time Derek fucked him while in his Alpha form]

You've probably fucked me pretty loose by now, bet it feels good when I clench around your cock.

[Derek's eyes flicked over that smirking face, his own smile toothy in response.]

Why don't we see?

[His claws were careful as he lifted Stiles' hips up, sitting up to start slamming into him with intent.]

[Stiles reacted by lifting his legs a bit higher. He probably owed the fact that he could rest his ankles over Derek's broad shoulders to the fact that he had been an active member of the lacrosse team lately]

Fuck!

[It was his turn to hiss and claw at the sex soaked sheets as Derek's cock beat a steady rhythm inside of him. True to his word, he managed to keep himself clamped tight around the alpha's cock]

[Derek's head tipped back, a low howl coming from him as he slammed harder inside Stiles, knot triggered a second time.]

That's what I'm doing.

[His voice was a growl as he looked down at Stiles, eyes still red and still shifted as he stayed still inside the teen.]

[Stiles normally would have had a smart ass comment ready to fire back at Derek, but he was too busy coming all over himself in thick, white spit-fire ribbons of jizz. Probably in reaction to the pure sensory overload of Derek's knot tying them together.

Nope. No response. You've managed to fuck him into incoherent silence at long last. Congrats]

[Derek hovered over him, watching the look on his face as he kept them tied together. He pulsed inside Stiles, spilling more of himself into the teen as he stayed there, clawed hands settling beside his head.]

[Stiles knew the drill this time. He carefully lowered his legs from Derek's shoulders, although the slight movement of his hips had his inner muscles clenching and twitching around the alpha's swollen knot.

With a grunt, his head hit the pillow hard. Panting and pretty much just enjoying the sensation of Derek coming inside of him]

I'd say fuck, but you'd probably take that as incentive to drill me all over again.

[Nope. The silence wasn't meant to last]

Who says I need incentive?

[He lowered himself over Stiles, easing so that he wasn't pulling on his cock inside of him so much. He couldn't rest on top of him without worrying about being too heavy, so he slipped an arm under him, rolling them onto his back so Stiles could rest on top of him. That was better.]

[So much better. Stiles certainly didn't share Derek's concern about squashing the person beneath him. Ha, that would be the day. He was pretty much sprawled bonelessly over top of the alpha.

He's already mouthing lazily at Derek's shoulder]

True. You're not much for cuddling, are you?

No, but I can at least let you have a small break, if only because I don't want to hear you bitching about being sore.

[That and his rut was starting to fade, leaving him sated and exhausted.]

[Thank god, he wasn't sure how much of this he could take. Don't get him wrong, the sex is amazing, off the charts, but there is such a thing as too much of a good thing]

Feels like I'll be dripping your come for days.

[Which is probably what Derek had wanted]

Don't over exaggerate.

[A few hours at most. God, Stiles.]

Doesn't feel like that.

[But yeah, Derek was probably right. He was too tired to pursue such a weird argument. Instead, he busies himself with getting to know other parts of Derek's wolf anatomy.

Which meant he was basically poking those big canines of his]

[He ran his hands down Stiles' back, groping at his ass as he rocked him slowly against his knot, eyes half closing for a moment before he nipped at the finger prodding at his teeth.]

What are you doing?

Checking to see if you need dental work. What do you think I'm doing?

[Well Derek, you haven't quite fucked the sarcasm out of him yet.

He let himself be moved and shifted via Derek's grip on his ass. Too lucid and sated to make more then a few content moans. His dick definitely wasn't rising again. At least not anytime soon. Didn't mean he couldn't enjoy being filled and stretched by Derek's cock]

I don't know. That's why I asked. Do you always put your fingers in people's mouths?

[They were both going to need a shower after this and the bed would need to be stripped, flipped and remade. But for now, he just enjoyed the feeling of emptying himself into Stiles, his rut finally cooling enough that he knew he might be able to make this the last time.]

Just never been this close to those big chompers. Not counting all the times Scott tried to kill me.

[He'll poke Derek's fangs a second time just to be a smart ass. Craning his neck, he rests his head over Derek's chest, listening to the rhythm of his beating heart.

Derek could hop in the shower, but if he thought Stiles was moving from this bed, he was seriously underestimating how exhausted the teen was]

[The way his features shifted back to normal was much slower this time, almost as though his own system was exhausted. His knot loosened as he shifted, letting his cock slide free of Stiles, along with a ridiculous amount of come.]

You have strange hobbies.

[Stiles hissed as Derek's cock slipped out, but he was relieved to note that it wasn't still hard. Thank god! He was oversexed as it is]

Could be worse. I could be a nymphomaniac. Which, at this point, I'm convinced I'm not.

One sex session does not make you a nymphomaniac, Stiles.

I thought nymphomaniacs constantly want sex?

[He's tired and his voice is muffled against Derek's skin. Don't argue. Just let the poor boy sleep]

[He'd just slept. He could pretend to be conscious for a while.]

Nymphomaniacs constantly have sex. That's not you.

[Noooope. He's out cold. In fact, he's drooling against Derek's chest right about...

Now.]

[... Eww, Stiles. Derek is going to slide him off onto the come soaked sheets and sidle off the bed. Maybe he can grab a shower before he leaves, sneaking out like a sex-thief in the night.]

[Derek knew better than to enter into someone else's territory, but to be honest he was running from a need to be claimed. His mate was away and he sure in the hell wasn't letting one of his betas close to doing it. He did his best to remain unclaimed by another. What he was not expecting was to end up running into another wolf.]

[ooc ignore if not okay, or if you'd like something different.]

[She'd known it was coming. She'd been told that this was the time when the wolf demons claimed their mates. And she'd been taught from first coming of age that she would be lucky to be chosen - a human woman deemed worthy for a wolf demon was a strong human indeed. Her village worshiped the pack, and to bear their children was an honor.

Minako had first seen them, coming down from their mountain lairs. She'd wondered, then, how any of them could ever be worthy. But Kouga had decided that matter for her. Now here she was, flat on her back right there on the ground, Kouga on top of her. Minako kissed him hungrily, running her hands over his arms and his chest, marveling at the strength she felt there.]

[ooc: So I'm maybe thinking of going with betrothed? Or in Derek's case, burdened because it is Scott. Maybe some time ago, when Derek's parents and Scott's father were all still alive, Scott's folks maybe owed the Hales a debt? Maaaybe that payment was to be their first born? And if you don't like that, we can try another scenario.]

[ooc: I love this idea! If Derek is up for dealing with a ~~mostly~~ defiant Scott, but that's pretty much the norm for them right? Being betrothed to him since birth would have given him good reason, but eventually leaves him not much room for argument. I am definitely down for this!]

[ooc: Crud. I meant to drop you a line earlier today but wasn't able to. Would you rather Scott having knowledge about this deal the entire time or have Derek revealing it to him instead? I figure he'll be defiant either way, haha.]

[ooc: No worries! I was in and out all day, so there was absolutely no rush! Anyway, I could go either way since Scott would definitely be defiant regardless, but I kind of like the idea that he already knows about the deal. It kind of gives him something to actually be resisting and why he can't be with Allison and stuff... Like maybe he just came of age and can't really fight Derek on it anymore?]

[As the days near onto Scott's coming birthday, Derek has noticed that he's been avoided a lot more regularly, and how could he blame Scott? Particularly when he knows what lies at the end of this road once he has come of age. Neither of them have asked for it and yet it is out of their hands. A contract signed in blood was nothing to sweep under the rug and hope it disappeared -- Derek wouldn't disgrace the memory of his parents that way.

Even if he may have considered it a few thousand times already.

While Derek realizes he may not be the best being to be promised to, Scott had his faults as well, but you don't see Derek avoiding him. Texts gone unanswered, phone calls un-returned; Derek has taken matters into his own hands. As fate would have it, it rains, a downpour of something fierce and it's probably a good thing they live in a small town. Still, the rain doesn't deter the brooding wolf from standing outside Beacon Hills High moments before the students were released for the day, parked just in front of that death-trap of a jeep to prevent him hitching a ride with Stiles.

He'd greet McCall with a wry smirk, nodding once to the Camaro before slipping back inside its safe shelter from the rain. He just hopes Scott's not an idiot and tries to walk in the storm instead.]

[Eighteenth birthdays were supposed to be celebrated, but as they came closer and closer to Scott's, the younger wolf seemed more and more disinterested in it for reasons that nobody outside of their families knew about, with the obvious exception of Stiles. It wasn't that Derek was the worst person to be promised to. Sure, the guy was prideful, demanding, and most of the time... Yeah, he was sour. That all wasn't so bad, though. Scott did care about Derek, maybe even liked him. Derek was like a brother to him, so if he had to be given to someone, it could have been so much worse.

He didn't understand the significance of a blood oath, and he didn't care really. He didn't ask to be a werewolf or to be betrothed, and because of it he had to struggle to do anything for himself. He had to fight just to stay on the lacrosse team, to explore what he could have had with Allison, and even just to be normal... But in a few days that wouldn't matter anymore.

He just wanted the last few days to pretend that he still had that freedom. That's why he was ignoring Derek's calls and texts.

But it was obvious that it was coming to an end when he spots Derek waiting in the rain for him, blocking his path to Stiles' jeep. He doesn't even question it, he doesn't offer any excuse or try to ignore Derek this time. Instead, he slides into the passenger seat of the Camaro, out of the rain. He's keeping his backpack in his lap, somehow feeling small around Derek now, even though he never felt that way before and he tries to keep up his defiant act.]

I still have four days, Derek.

[Consider this big, bad wolf shocked when Scott decides to slide into the car. And look at that, it speaks. A part of Derek calls out to be incredibly sarcastic and unfair in this situation and he effectually ignores it and inhales deeply before pulling off to beat the line of cars waiting to exit the school parking lot.]

I know, but this isn't about that.

[He wants to question Scott about the deliberate ignoring and, again, he stops himself from being so damn petty and forces himself to let it go. Though, he can't quite help the tight grasp he has on the steering wheel, more from nerves and anxiety than anger. If he's going to be completely honest here, he doesn't exactly know how to go about this nor how to ensure Scott he'll still retain his freedom even though he's been promised to someone else. He can see if he resents Derek for it, not being able to get close to anyone else but him. His crush on Allison was no small secret.]

Is this how it's going to be then? Because I never asked for this if it makes you feel any better.

[That's not exactly how he meant that to come out, but Derek can reserve to be upset, too, especially with the way Scott was going about this. A thick silence grows between them then, Derek not entirely sure where he's driving (not his or Scott's home, he knows that much), just letting the road lead them wherever for now. Scott looks pitiful the way he sits like that, Derek refrains from rolling his eyes and clears his throat.]

If I could find a way around it, I would, but it's blood oath and I can't spit in the faces of my dead family ... Or your father.

[Scott might not have exactly been happy to have his plans thrown out the window, but Derek had knowingly blocked his path, and he wasn't about to make a scene about all of this. Not when he couldn't help feeling guilty for avoiding Derek this long.

And the effect of his avoidance is made all the more obvious when Derek speaks, and the way that the alpha says that he didn't ask for this either... It stings more than Scott can admit. It was stupid for him to assume that Derek actually wanted him. He was just forced into this by their parents like Scott was, which only made him not get even more.]

I don't want to have that conversation again.

[Great. They're not even together yet, and they're saying things that an old married couple would say. Scott wasn't trying to avoid Derek this time, though. He just wouldn't understand why the blood oath was so significant that they couldn't just pretend that it never existed. Their parents were dead, and it seemed kind of obvious that Derek didn't want this, so why were they going to force themselves to do this? He'd never get it.

Scott sighs softly when he sees how Derek is gripping the wheel though, and he tries to relax a little so that maybe his betrothed would too.]

Okay, so if it's not about that, then... What's up? Is everything okay?

[Nevermind that he knew it probably wasn't. Derek wouldn't have picked him up otherwise.]

Where are we going?

[They were words of anger, Derek didn't really mean what he said. Not in the sense Scott had taken them. While he didn't like the idea of them being forced together this way, that doesn't make it fact that he doesn't, or has grown to, like Scott. If it weren't for the oath, Derek may or may not have looked twice at the beta in that regard, but it would have been of his own choice at least.

Another airy breath, his grip on the wheel going lax enough that it wouldn't snap in two.]

I don't know. We're just driving unless you have somewhere important to be.

[Mostly ignoring Scott's questions in favor of his own being answered. Besides, he was doubtful the guy had any plans that didn't involve Stiles anyway, and he'd have him home before dark if homework was the case. Respecting Melissa was still a thing regardless of Scott practically being his in a matter of days.]

If-- When this happens, is this how things will be? You're just going to continue to ignore me?

[So maybe he told a white lie because they were totally having this talk again. After dealing with him and his idiotic friends for so long, making a pack out of hormonal teenagers, Derek, for some odd reason, can't fathom not having Scott around, betrothed or not.]

Nowhere important. I'm all yours this afternoon, I guess.

[He really didn't mean that to come out the way it did. He wasn't bitter about this... Well, maybe a little, but he wasn't trying to take it out on Derek. He couldn't deny that he liked the alpha, that part of him wanted to be with him. Scott just wanted to be able to make the choice for himself. It wasn't an alpha and beta dynamic that made their relationship feel unequal to him, but the fact that he was the consideration. He was the one being given in the contract with the Hales. What if this didn't work out? Would he be following, waiting for, told to love someone who didn't at all feel the same way?

The question hurts to hear, and his chest tightens while his heart beats faster, pounding loudly in his chest. How does he tell Derek that it has nothing to do with him. He's been avoiding Derek because he's scared, and he doesn't know what he's doing. He hasn't even so much as kissed a guy before, and now he had to give himself completely to Derek.

He couldn't tell Derek all of that. He wouldn't show that much weakness.]

Derek... I've known about the blood oath pretty much since the day I met you. I've had time to come to terms with it [Mostly], but I just... [He shrugs.] Didn't want to think about it.

You're not my alpha, but I'm yours, Derek. Completely... I'll join your pack, I'll be your betrothed, I'll answer every call and text because I have to. [He's willing to.]

Even if you don't really want me.

Edited 2013-07-10 16:03 (UTC)

[Sarcasm was usually the territory Stiles stalked so frivolously, to hear it subtly in Scott's voice has him giving the younger wolf a side-eye glance. Biting his tongue is all he can do not to respond to that and start an argument the both of them could literally do without. The sudden spike in Scott's heart rate calls to his attention however, and Derek gives him another look, this one more curious than the one before it.

Hearing him talk only reminds Derek of how unfairly he was going about this; Here he was trying not insult his dead parents by disregarding the blood oath, and at the same time, expecting Scott to be okay with it. Biting his lip, Derek pulls the car over to the side of the road then cuts the engine. It takes him a while to speak, mostly hanging on the parts regarding him not being Scott's Alpha and Derek also not wanting Scott.]

Listen, Scott, I'll admit I've gone about this entirely the wrong way... I should have talked about this with you first at least, made sure you were okay with it or not. If you really don't want this to happen, then we'll ignore it. It never happened.

[He'll never say it aloud, but Derek's desperate need for the return of his family warped the oath into a sort of promise he had to keep to make them proud, even at the expense of his own happiness considering how inconvenient it was for both parties.]

I'm not going to force this on you, but if I were to make my own choice? I might have said yes, even if you are an idiotic most times.

[There's no humor in his expression, no jokes, just seriousness and honesty. He, like Scott, had never been with another, although, he's sure he'd make an exception for McCall.]

[Scott turns to look over at Derek once they pull off the road. He can't really hide the surprise on his face because he never thought that he'd ever hear those words coming out of Derek's mouth. He was wrong, and he was admitting to it? Scott can't believe that Scott is admitting that to him, and then giving him the choice to pretend like this had never happened, like the contract never happened...

Only Scott isn't so sure that he want's that now. He'd been preparing for this for so long. He really had been trying to come to terms with all of it, and he was ready for it. He just wanted the last few days for himself. But... He knew how important this was to Derek, for his family, and while Scott might not have had the same strong feelings for the blood oath itself, he did care bout Derek, regardless of what he said to the contrary.]

All I wanted was the choice. Even though you're kind of an inflexible jerk, you're my brother, and there are worse guys that I could be betrothed to. [He smiles just a little. Even if Derek was all seriousness right now, Scott couldn't help feeling a bit better that Derek was sort of saying that he wanted him.] Besides, who else is going to keep you from using your claws to solve every problem we come up against?

[He let's that hang for just a moment, considering Derek in a way he hadn't really allowed himself to before. He'd have to get used to this still, he'd probably still be a defiant pain in the ass, but Scott had already made his decision.]

We don't have to forget about this, Derek. If you'll... You know, have me still, then I'll give myself to you. I'm okay with it.

[And, a bit shakily, he reaches over to put his hand over Derek's.]

[Yeah, well, he probably shouldn't get used to it. It's not everyday Derek Hale admits to his mistakes, especially not to Scott who ought to consider this an extremely rare moment between them, one that should be kept secret, because if he ever learns Scott went to Stiles and ran his mouth, he'd kill the kid.

He's able to keep a straight face while Scott smiles at him like that and there's no helping the eye-roll at those words that go along with it. Words that must have him looking as surprised as Scott had been a moment ago. Honestly, he didn't expect to hear those words, he assumed-- No, he was more than certain Scott would take that open opportunity of escape. Shows how much he actually knows.

Derek's stuck staring at the hand on top of his, heart stuttering a couple of painful beats in his chest, uncertain of how he should react. Lips part but no sound comes, just more staring and suddenly his chest feels light. Christ, this is embarrassing and he's glad the other can't read minds. He turns his hand to, finally, take Scott's in it and looks up to him with an indiscernible expression.]

Scott, you weren't... Are you sure? I need you to be certain.

[This only showed just how much of an idiot Scott truly was -- Scott must have known what he was getting himself into with Derek and still he's saying yes. So what does that make Derek if he knows he'll accept Scott to be his...betrothed?]

[That's asking for the impossible, Derek. Everything in Scott's life gets relayed to Stiles eventually, and this was sort of a big deal. Unwarranted or not, Scott was on the receiving end of Derek admitting he makes mistakes. He shouldn't feel special about that, but he's taking whatever little victories he can get right now.

Scott might not be able to read minds, but his werewolf senses aren't so dull that he doesn't notice how Derek's heart skips a beat when their hands touch. His own does the same when Derek's hand takes his too, since he's realizing that this is happening, this was going to be his life from now on, and despite so much apprehension and worry about all that means, he wants this with Derek.

And he should have said no, but he didn't go back on his promises, even if they weren't originally his. And since he had the choice now, deciding to belong to Derek didn't seem so terrible... So long as Derek realizes that Scott's still going to be annoying and insistent about doing things his way instead of the alpha's.]

You're really going to ask me that now? I mean... I know you didn't pick me up from school and drive me out here just to let me out of the contract. I'm certain...

[And, just to prove that he really was an idiot, he pulls Derek closer and just barely presses his lips to the alpha's. It's barely even a kiss, because he's nervous, and he doesn't know how Derek will react to it. He's making his point though.]

I don't like the contract, but I like you, okay? If you don't believe me... Maybe we should make it official now instead of this weekend?

Not exactly..

[Well, no, that definitely wasn't Derek's intentions. In fact, he really didn't expect himself to disregard the oath at all. Scott was only a kid (at least he was for the next few days, technically) and already he had so much more responsibilities and forced to do things against his own will than most guys his age simply because of what he was. Derek wasn't going to add onto that weight. No one needed to be as unhappy as he is.

He's just about to say something, most likely complain at being pulled, until his mouth is pressed to Scott's, only a breath's space between them as their noses bump. It sets a fire in his gut and that almost nauseating butterfly feeling grows in his belly. Fucking Scott...there goes his heart again, stuttering and missing beats at that suggestion.]

Really. Well...there's only one thing I need you to do first. [His free hand moved to curl in the dark hair at the back of the younger werewolf's neck, keeping him close.] You have to acknowledge that I'm the alpha...your alpha now.

[In other words, no disobeying or none of that defiant crap Scott had perfected so effortlessly. The two of them were too stubborn to let the other take the reins completely, and neither one really enjoyed the other's tenor of doing things. Derek suddenly grins, as rocky and troublesome as this was going to be, he couldn't deny he wasn't looking forward to the thrill it'd offer.]

[And again, Scott can hear the way Derek's heartbeat speeds up in response to the kiss, and it makes him smile just a little against the other's lips. He feels better almost immediately, because this meant that Derek was at least... Interested? It wasn't completely the contract that connected them, and that mattered. It also meant that just maybe Derek had feelings underneath his dumb alpha attitude.]

Anything. [He murmurs without thinking, liking the way that Derek's fingers hold onto him and don't let him pull away... Not that he's trying to this time.

Of course, he wasn't expecting that as the request, and it's the one thing that Scott wasn't so immediately ready to give Derek. He didn't try to be defiant, but Derek just did things wrong- at least to his sense of what was right and wrong. Acknowledging Derek as his alpha would probably mean that he couldn't keep him in check anymore.]

I won't kill, even if I'm your beta. And you can't kill anymore either... Not unless there really isn't any other choice. [He presses his lips to Derek's again, letting them linger a bit longer this time because he could, and it felt surprisingly nice. He also hopes that it'll distract Derek from how he's adding conditions to this as one last act of defiance. Though he wasn't promising he still wouldn't annoy Derek to no end, even if he subordinated himself to him.] If you can promise me that, then I'll do it. I'll join your pack.

[Interested wasn't enough to explain the way Derek felt about Scott, and it was no secret he was no master of words and therefor could not articulate his feelings vocally. Of course he was interested and so much more than that, Derek can only express this with the physical gentle squeeze to Scott's neck, happy to hear him obliging so easily.

He pauses at the compromise only to lean in for more than just the small kisses he's teased with. The distraction works if only until Derek withdraws a little to look at Scott.]

Seriously? [Spoken flatly with a hint of agitation in his voice. He supposes Scott's softness will have to take some getting use to, or he'll have to strike reason into the teen lest they wanted to be killed. Because that's exactly how it was, kill or be killed. But that was one of the things he liked about Scott, right? Being sympathetic? So long as it didn't jeopardize any of his plans.]

And if I don't? You'll still be with me, but not a part of my pack...

[His fingers fiddle lightly with the collar of Scott's shirt, occasionally curling a few strands of hair around his fingertip as he quietly considers the presented conditions. He wants the younger wolf every way he can have him, that included by his side in his pack. After awhile, he scoffs.] What exactly is your idea of 'isn't any other choice'?

[Scott almost wishes that they could just continue kissing like this and not deal with everything else. It'd be easier if Derek just took his answer because, while Scott actually think that he wants to give himself completely to Derek, in every way possible, and as much as he wants to give up some of the burden and responsibility so that he can just trust someone else with it. He doesn't know if he can do that with Derek yet, even if he trusts the alpha with his life.]

I'm pretty sure that wouldn't work, right? [He shrugs.] If you don't, I'll still be part of your pack. Since I can't be with you and not be part of it?

[Without even thinking about it, Scott leans more into Derek's hand. He can't not be a part of the alpha's pack now. He'd made that choice, and he couldn't just do it halfway. Derek would be wrong if he thinks that Scott will be blindly obedient like the other betas, though.]

When we run out of all other options, then we can maybe try things your way... If you won't, then I still won't leave your pack, but I'll annoy you until you listen and do things my way. [Scott was really good at the negotiating bit.] And you will because you know I'm right about this.

Edited (Yeesh, I didn't make any sense the first time...) 2013-07-12 06:49 (UTC)

You're going to get us killed if we try it your way. [Derek tries to reason without much effort behind it knowing that in the end it was futile. There was no sense in wasting his breath, and while he wouldn't completely agree that Scott was right, he also knew that he'd end up trying it Scott's way. The last time he had wasn't a complete disaster...

And perhaps he needed to learn not to slash and bite first then ask questions later.]

Fine. I promise. [He was going to let Scott join on his own terms... It was fair, not because of the imminent annoyance and pain in the ass he'd present within the pack if he couldn't. Leaning back in, Derek kisses him more fully, the deal a little bitter-sweet, however, he has what he wants. That counts for little more than just something, he thinks.

The fingers in his hair tighten slightly, Derek tilting his head to get at Scott's neck, kissing and nipping along the uneven line of his jaw to get there.]

And if we keep trying it your way, other people will get killed. [Scott replies out of reflex. It was hard to stop being so defiant, but this was the one thing he didn't want to compromise on. He would follow Derek on everything else, if they could just get past the slash first ask questions never approach to dealing with their problems.

Though, Scott probably needed to learn that some monsters were beyond saving too. Not every killing machine was a friend being min-controlled.]

Then I'll acknowledge you, Derek... As my alpha. [It comes out easier than he thought that it would, because he knew that this was right. How it could have been a long time ago if they could have just agreed about this one little thing.

And it felt even more right when Derek is kissing him again, and Scott's twisting in the seat to turn more to Derek. This felt right, which might have concerned him if he was really thinking about it, but after everything that happened, he was ready to submit and just let go a little. It just felt natural, and Scott willingly offers his neck to Derek. The scent of arousal coming off the younger wolf, the way his breathing gets a bit more ragged and his heartbeat speeds up would all be noticeable to Derek's senses. Scott wanted this.]

Derek...

[Scott earns a scoff at that. The way Derek sees it, only those who wanted to hurt them would wind up hurt and killed. He won't argue though, not when Scott has just accepted him as his alpha. A spike of victory surges through him and he manages to hide the grin that wants to surface rather well.

That is until Scott bares his neck willing to the alpha and his breath catches and his heartbeat increases. It's easy to get lost in the scent of arousal, his own joining Scott and creating a thick aphrodisiac in the air within the car, but there's just one more thing he has to do to complete Scott's submission to him...

Carefully, with the blunt ends of his human teeth he bites into Scott's neck to assert dominance. His eyes are a smoldering red when he withdraws, pulling the younger wolf into his lap and letting the driver's seat slide back to make room.]

Mine... [He says breathing in the warmth of Scott's scent, face pressed to his chest. No, he couldn't express how much he cared nor wanted him by his side with words, but maybe physically... His own breath has become ragged, fingers slipping beneath the teen wolf's shirt, lighting a trail of sizzling fire wherever they touch.]

[Scott could probably be persuaded to get behind Derek's way of thinking over time, so long as it was truly a killed or be killed, but they haven't had one of those yet. Though, Scott still wasn't sure he could ever be a killer.

But... Right now, he wanted to be anything that Derek wanted him to be, especially when he feels his alpha's teeth pressing own on his neck. Being claimed like this, being put in his place as submissive to Derek Hale... It wasn't supposed to feel this incredible, was it? His eyes flash with golden yellow throughout the process, assuring his place as a beta. He was Derek's beta now.

He has to wonder if Derek does this with all of his betas as he's pulled into the older wolf's lap, or if this was now because of the blood oath an his commitment to Derek and the Hale family. Right now, he doesn't think he cares at all anymore.]

Yours. [Scott murmurs in affirmation, lightly draping his arms around Derek's shoulders and burying his face in his hair, breathing in the scent of his alpha and the arousal that is coming off of both of them. His muscles flex as Derek's fingers drag over them, igniting him in a way that he's never felt before, and without even thinking, he moans softly, begging for Derek as he presses down into his lap, squirming a little and trying to press as much of himself against Derek as possible in the limited space they have.] You're mine too...

[Change him into a killer? Derek wouldn't go so far to corrupt the other werewolf, it was more so the conditions he'd been offering would force Derek to play the saint first. He's been through hell and back once too many to give many people that sort of decency anymore. But maybe Scott will make him better. Maybe.]

Yes. I'm yours. [Now and forever. However long Scott would actually have him, that is. And the funny part is Derek will actually try to do right by him, he wouldn't risk pushing him away like everyone else who were shut out on the outside.

He hisses at the press and lifts his hands higher, pulling Scott's shirt with them over his head, tossing it onto the empty seat beside them. He's never been able to admire Scott so closely before, so he'll have to excuse Derek if he gets a little distracted at finally having the chance. Slowly, smoothing his palms over the muscles in his shoulders, arms, and chest before finally ghosting his fingertips back down his stomach. The button on his jeans come undone easily as the the older wolf leaves a trail wet kisses along Scott's center, and with sure fingers reaches inside, making a low and approving sound when he fists Scott's arousal.] Mine.

[The moment Derek affirms that he's Scott's as well, the beta wolf's heart skips a beat and his chest feels tight. He knew what he was getting into with the blood oath, and he would have lived with his new station in life, but hearing those small words coming from Derek, that even that little seemed impossible for Derek normally... Scott was pretty sure that he wanted Derek to have him now regardless of the contract. He would have given himself to the alpha long ago if he'd had the slightest inkling that he was wanted for anything more than adding to Derek's own power.

Scott needed Derek to take him, so he's lifting his arms to help Derek get his shirt off before he grabs the Alpha's shirt and starts tugging on it as well. Derek had all the time in the world now to admire him, as Scott hoped to do the same. Right now though, he wanted more. His head rests against Derek's shoulder, planting small kisses to the spot while Derek's fingers work at his jeans, and that gets him practically begging the alpha for it.]

Ah! Derek! [He gasps as Derek's fingers wrap around his cock, and he bucks into his alpha's hand. His breathing is ragged, and his fingers are basically tearing through Derek's shirt now, needing to feel skin against his.] Yours... That's definitely yours. Please...

[The red in his eyes flare at the tearing of his shirt and Scott resorting to pleading (that was definitely something he could get used to), and Derek pulls at his cock and squeezes at the head, curious to see what reaction he could draw from his betrothed, his mate. Despite the age difference between the two of them, he always wondered what it would have been like to be with Scott like this. Just a little harmless imagination that he wouldn't dare admit to.

And what would have been the point now that he has him? He shrugs out of the scraps of his shirt to help Scott before going back to lick a line up the center of his chest, hands moving behind and underneath to grope at Scott's ass as he sucked and bit at his Adam's apple. The taste sends rush of pleasure through him, a jolt of electricity at the tip of his tongue, and yes, that is definitely a growl.

The Camaro's too cramped for this, but Derek's adamant he'll make it work. The nails on his fingers careful extend into claws that rip into the bottom of the teen's jeans, tearing them and his underwear both enough that he had proper access to his entrance.] And this? This mine, too, Scott? [He asks, his brows raising as he teasingly stroked a finger over Scott's hole.]

[The way that Derek's rough fingers tug and squeeze at his cock and teases the head has Scott writhing in Derek's lap, earning the alpha a bit of precum from the overexcited teen. His hands start to move over Derek's chest once his shirt is out of the way, feeling over the definition of his muscles. He's seen Derek shirtless at least a hundred times now, but this was the first time that he'd ever been this close and really got to touch Derek... Despite more than just a few fantasies about what it would be like. He kind of wishes that they had a little more room to move, since he wanted to really explore Derek and worship him right now, but... Another time, maybe.

He doesn't get to linger on it long though, and even though the hands groping his ass make him jump, Derek's mouth on his neck again makes him calm almost immediately. Just like the bite from earlier to secure Derek's dominion over him, just sucking on Scott's neck is enough to make him still and be submissive, even though his eyes are still shining yellow. He attention to his throat and Derek's growl sends shivers down his spine and right to his cock which strains against his boxers now that Derek's hands aren't there. If this is what submission was, then Scott could definitely get used to it.

The beta ends up whimpering softly as he feels Derek tearing into his jeans and then there's a finger brushing over his hole, and Scott sits up straight immediately, tensing up, and hitting his head on the car's ceiling. He knew that this was expected of him, but he'd never played with himself back there... Despite Stiles trying to tell him that it was nice and somehow getting a few toys for Scott to try. There was something so degrading about how his ass was now exposed to his mate, but he was still in his jeans and his cock was still confined by the fabric... And Scott couldn't deny that he loved it right now.]

That, ah- [Scott leans down to kiss Derek hard, though his lips are already parted for his mate, begging for Derek.] That's yours too. Every part of me belongs to you, Derek... So... Stop teasing right now. [Even submissive, he still can't help making demands of Derek.]

[Sorry, McCall. Think of it as some of the payback your due for, for all the times you've annoyed and needled Derek to no end. The alpha wolf smirks cockily up at the younger wolf, his every word stroking his growing ego, and is more than eager to return the rough and heated kiss, skin still tingling from Scott's admiring touches. He lets his fingers, slicked with Scott's precum, circle around his hole a few more times in spite of his weak demand.

He lets a single digit slip inside, invading and pushing past the tight ring of muscle trying to keep him out. He bites on his own bottom lip as he imagines just how much better it would feel if he had a much bigger appendage inserted into Scott. His cock chose that moment to jumping, straining in the confinements of his jeans and underwear, thus, pulling a groan from Derek.]

That's the best though...teasing you and watching your face as I do it. [His words a caress against Scott's lips. Derek licks at his chin before grinning, pushing his finger deeper as far as it would go and suddenly it was gone, but Derek's mouth was busy, licking and suckling at Scott's nipple -- a necessary distraction for when he finally replaced the first finger with two, shoving them down to the knuckles.] Breathe and relax, or else this is gonna feel more painful than anything.

[If this is payback, then Scott will eagerly await what Derek does when he's being nice to him. Otherwise, Scott would just have to keep annoying Derek to get what he wants... Like always.

Scott tenses up and gasps loudly when he feels Derek's finger pushing inside him, his muscles squeezing hard around the digit. Even though he knew it was coming, it was still a completely new experience for him that he wasn't expecting. It wasn't terrible though, just the one finger, and even when it pushes in deeper, Scott doesn't seem to mind it so far. It was just different... And good.]

You're a jerk, you know that? [He laughs breathlessly as he say it, which just reminds him how hard he right now, and how hard Derek is too. He can smell it in the air, and feel it underneath him.] Tease me later, okay? [He murmurs, nipping at Derek's bottom lip.] I need you to do this right now.

[Scott might regret asking for that though, because even though Derek's providing a very pleasant distraction, the two fingers forcing their way inside him can't possibly go unnoticed, and Scott's makes an undignified sound before resting his head against Derek's shoulder, groaning loudly while biting his lip hard to try and muffle the sound.]

That's easier said than done! [He growls, his nails extending to claws out of reflex, digging into Derek's shoulders, but he's careful to pull back before breaking the skin. Maybe he should have taken Stiles up on his offer of instructing him on preparing for this kind of thing.]

[Scott just enjoys digging his own grave doesn't he? If he's actually capable of using his brain, as he so rarely demonstrates, then he may want to reconsider keeping his annoying antics to a minimum. That goes double for his sidekick best friend.

The sour wolf's eyes are blown wide with want as he looks up at Scott watchfully. He'll never get enough of this, his newfound appetite for Scott will always remain insatiable. And it's hard to finally give in to him when Scott nips at his lip, making Derek buck against him without really trying. This kid was going to drive him crazy.]

Watch the claws, I've got you. Breathe and your body will do the rest. [He grinds out, body tensing beneath Scott and his claws. Of course, Derek's not afraid of a little pain, but potentially blood stained car seats are not something he fondly looks forward to dealing with in the future.

He may be considering calling a rain check until they could get somewhere safer and where Scott's lack of control could be harmful to something else other than Derek's Camaro. Then he finds himself cradling the back of the teen's head as he pumps his fingers in and out and knows they won't be going anywhere anytime soon.]

You're almost ready...

[Scott uses his brain more than people give him credit for, as Derek should know. And maybe they wouldn't annoy Derek so much if, you know, it wasn't so easy. They say that when you marry, you also marry the family... Well, you mate with Scott, and Derek should expect to see a lot more of his favorite sarcastic human.]

S-Sorry. [It was just a reflex, really, but he forces them back. They don't revert back to his dull fingernails, but he at least makes sure to keep at least one extra fluid from staining Derek's car. It's the other part that's still difficult, though...

Or, Scott thought that it would be, but Derek tells him to breathe, and Scott just does it. Derek said to breate, so Scott just automatically takes a deep breath without even thinking, as if it was the easiest thing in the world when just a second ago it felt like he'd forgotten how. Derek wanted him to do it though, commanded him to relax, and after a minute or so, Scott finally manages to pull it off, his fingers finally relaxing as well as his muscles around Derek's fingers.

It was still a bit uncomfortable, even though he was still hard and leaking precum in his boxers, but he wouldn't say a word about it. He wouldn't disappoint Derek.]

You've done this before, right?

[Stiles as part of his back? Isn't it bad enough he's made the foolish, brash, and desperate decision to make a pack out of social-teenage-pariahs? Granted he thought they'd be easier to control, to convince -- which they were/are mind you -- but he got more than he bargained for. All is fine though. ...Derek will just scare the ADHD out of Stiles, along with the rest of his more irritating qualities.]

Good. [Voice significantly less strained, more a whisper just underneath Scott's jaw when he finally relaxes, his fingers no longer wound tight within his beta's walls. He could even take the brief kiss as a 'job well done'.]

Which part exactly? [General sex, sex with another guy, or preparing another guy? Whatever the case, Derek doesn't answer and just leaves the question hanging in the warm, thickened air; He was equipped with enough experience that he'd get them through this, he'd take care of Scott...

After awhile of making sure Scott was well adjusted to the fingers, he dug deeper, searching for something.] Remember when I said to breathe? [He doesn't give the kid time to answer when he presses down on his prostate, smirking slyly up at him. He does it again, and once more, then pulls his fingers free to begin undoing his own jeans.

It's a rush job because he can't bear to wait any longer. Teasing and taking his time created one hell of a backlash on his aching cock. Derek breathes out a breath of relief when he gets himself free, shaft already wet with his own precum.] Lift up. Now.

Scott could never admit it out loud, but right now those little praises are making him feel so good right now, and even with the strain of having Derek's fingers inside him still when he was virgin tight, he can't help but grin a little, looking down as his cheeks flush. He always liked positive little feedback from Derek and the little things before, but right now it was the most important thing in the world to him, as Derek's beta and his mate.

He lets Derek evade the question for the time being, if only because he was having enough time forming a coherent thought anymore with those fingers working in and out of him. Besides, the answer became pretty obvious when Derek finds that spot inside him and mercilessly stimulates it.

All over again, Scott forgets how to breathe and he makes a surprised, strangled noise before moaning into Derek's neck. Each time the alpha presses against those nerves, Scott's vision goes white and he sees stars, while his body trembles and flexes around Derek's fingers, trying to hold them in now, which just makes Scott feel a bit of disappointment when they're pulled out.

He actually whimpers at the loss, as if the way he was behaving and subordinating himself to Derek right now wasn't enough. He wasn't doing himself any favors in keeping his dignity or his defiant nature with Derek quickly unraveling him like this.

He manages to pull himself together just a little while Derek gets his jeans open and his cock freed. Scott tries to see it, but was difficult when he was in the other's lap and the small car didn't leave him a lot of room to move, so he has no idea just how endowed the alpha was, and what he could expect from him.]

Don't bark. [He murmurs, though it probably wasn't something a beta should say to his alpha. Scott's hoping that Derek won't notice though because Scott is doing exactly as he commands, lifting himself up just a little and, knowing what he's expected to do, he shifts to line himself up so that the head of Derek's cock is pushing up against hit tight entrance.] Go easy at first, okay?

At first... [Derek promises, breathing raggedly against Scott and giving the final push of his hips to really enter the younger wolf's tight heat, the action gets a deep moan. Scott gets off easily for his commanding the alpha this time, far too distracted to speak to his insolence. He holds him tightly by the waist, keeping Scott still to let him readjust all over again. Though, to be quite honest, Derek needs a moment for his mind to stop reeling.

He's still drunk on the sight of seeing Scott writhing, can still hear him moaning and whimpering above him as he played with his sweet spot. Next time, he hopes for a larger space and more time to drive the boy insane from the torture he has planned. But right now? The moment is just as good as any as their lips crush one another for a heated kiss, eyes burning red behind his eyelids.

Pulling the lever to drop the seat back, Derek braces his feet against the floor and gives a tentative thrust into Scott. Slow and careful. His passage is so tight and it's only now that Derek realizes that his own claws have popped then found relief when he discovered he hadn't harmed Scott. The clawed fingers move up and down Derek's back with another light thrust that pulls yet another moan from Derek.]

Scott, when you're ready...I need you to move. [He relinquishes power over to Scott. (Try not to get too excited, Scott.) Best he holds the reins while Derek conditions his own self-control to avoid Scott getting hurt in the process of him thrusting into like a savage beast. He presses his face back to Scott's chest, inhales him because the scent of his mate actually helps, but not quite enough. ]

['At first' was all that Scott needed, because even though that push gets Derek inside of him, and Scott can't help crying out a little at first because, yeah totally not ready at all, Derek. Two fingers were nothing compared to this, especially in how incredible it felt. How full and complete it made him feel was addicting. He couldn't admit that probably, not yet.

There'd be plenty of time for him to explore this later though, like later tonight as soon as they get back to Derek's place (Because Scott wasn't going home without a change of clothes and a shower... and another couple rounds of this). Derek's cock was definitely bigger than those two fingers, but Scott actually isn't having as much discomfort with it as he thought he would. It was uncomfortable the first moment that Derek thrust into him, but after the first couple inches were in, the rest of it slides in easily. The kiss is a good distraction too. Scott stays receptive to Derek throughout it, keeping to his new role, but that doesn't mean he makes it easy for his alpha either. Scott's tongue moves with Derek's pushing back and making him have to work for it.]

Really? [Scott probably shouldn't have been so surprised, lest Derek change his mind, but before he can, Scott gives him another deep kiss. Then he finally tries to sit up in Derek's lap, his hands moving from Derek's shoulders to his chest to brace himself. He takes a moment a first to reach down and tear off the remains of his underwear, tossing the tattered fabric with the rest of their clothes and finally allowing his cock to spring free and breathe, soaked with precum from all of this, but if he didn't get out of the material, he thought that he'd explode too soon.]

Derek, I-- [He looks down at his mate, his cheeks going red, but he doesn't know if he can say just how much he wants Derek just yet. Not out of his pride or defiance, but because, even though he knew he felt this way for a while, it was all too new right now. So he busies himself with trying to figure this out and best make Derek happy. He rolls his hips slowly at first, just grinding down into Derek's lap to get used to something so big inside him, and trying to find his prostates again so that he could move the right way so that Derek would keep brushing against it...

And maybe Scott was teasing a little now too, holding off on riding Derek's cock for the moment in favor for the grinding and shallow thrusts as he rolls his hips. The alpha probably shouldn't give Scott an inch of power, since the beta will obviously take a mile, but he's so lost in how perfect everything suddenly is, so he's trying to hold onto that, and maybe see how long Derek can resist him.]

[The teen wolf can stop his worrying, Derek's not changing his mind anytime soon. At least, not until he thinks it's safe enough to take back control and take Scott the way he wants to -- hard, deep, and without a care. And not too mention he's too out of breath from all the kissing Scott has been laying on him, giving a breathless laugh when he notices the heat pooling into Scott's cheek. If he could, he'd make some crack about how cute it looked, instead he swears out in shallow breaths as Scott finally moves above, only just not the way he intended.]

Scott...fuck-- [It's not often Derek entrusts himself this deeply in the hands of another and it's not Scott who should find himself so lucky, but Derek himself. For such a long time, he's been paranoid, no, afraid of trusting in anyone or letting them get close ever since Kate. With only a severely damaged fraction of his heart remaining, he reinforced those barriers, and then comes Scott. Noble, kind, trusting, and everything Derek fears because it's what he needs and he'd rather not depend on anyone. Scott's different though, he's seen it for awhile and he's lucky to have him, a light to guide him through the darkness of fear and paranoia.

And he'll never admit it, but part of him likes not having the burden of control and would do it again in an instant if it weren't for his pride being on the line. He doesn't complain as Scott teases him, completely at his beta's mercy and he likes it.

The grinding and shallow thrusts aren't nearly enough. To keep from begging, he kisses, licks, sucks, even bites all around McCall's tanned skin, leaving bruise after bruise and a claiming hickey at the junction of Scott's neck and shoulder that would certainly be gone by tomorrow. And he'll have to apologize later for nicking at Scott's thighs with his claws, growling against the jugular of his mate's neck.]

Scott! [He can't help but bark at him, biting at the teen's swollen bottom lip. Enjoy the power while you can, Scott, because next round would be murder. Peaceful, pleasurable murder.]

[Scott feels like he knows Derek enough to know what he's getting into, with the trust issues and all that. He might now know what good he can be to help that, or if he ever could help his alpha move past all of that pain, but he was at least going to try. He wasn't going to leave Derek or betray whatever little amount of trust he'd earned with the alpha. It wasn't just because he'd chosen to be Derek's beta, but something much more meaningful.

Even before today, he knew that he loved Derek Hale.

So Scott wasn't just trying to tease and see how much Derek would let him get with right now. He also just... really liked the feeling of Derek filling his virgin hole as he slowly rocking back and forth in his lap, his hips moving with a grace that he'd only found after receiving the bite. He liked the closeness and the warmth that came from being pressed against the other's body. He loved the kissing and the little bites that Derek was leaving on him, obviously marking him as his own, at least for a little while before they healed.

But Derek shakes him out of it though, Scott obviously reacting at the the bark as his body tenses the moment he hears it, which in turn earns a needy groan from the younger wolf because it makes him remember just how big Derek feels again.]

R-Right... [He murmurs, his breathing ragged. He swallows hard and places his hands flat on Derek's chest again, trying to sit up and then carefully lifting himself slowly up off of Derek's cock until only the head remains inside him. Then he slides back down, sighing in relief as he takes ever inch until he's back to seated in Derek's lap. Scott repeats the process, building a slow rhythm of fucking himself on his betrothed.]

Scott... [That name has become a mantra, either that or Derek is just at a loss of words as he gazes up at Scott through heavy lidded eyes, fondly but with obvious lust and need. Scott's own jet black hair is soft between Derek's fingers, ruffled from all the stroking he does, careful enough not to scratch his scalp in the process.

He grunts, thrusting up to meet Scott when he lowers back down onto him, then pulls him into a kiss where they're connected deeply and fully once more. It's not nearly as desperate as the others before it, this one is slow and sensual, heavy and amorous. When there lips part his bright crimson eyes linger on Scott's eyes. He won't say how much he cares, that he loves Scott, too, but it's there as he looks at him.

After that, he meets the other wolf thrust for thrust, not taking away an ounce of control from him, but also not letting him get away with all the fun either.]

[Scott didn't care what the reason was anymore. Every time Derek says his name his heart feels tight in his chest and his cheeks flush all over again. The lust and need were definitely there, and Scott was definitely definitely feeling that way too, more than he'd ever felt before. He doesn't mind the scratches or even the slight stinging discomfort from being stretched further than he'd ever been before. He needed Derek, and the way the alpha says his name makes him feel important, special... Wanted by the alpha.

Derek... [He murmurs after the kiss, pulling back just enough so that he can look down at those crimson eyes. Derek might not have said it out loud, but Scott knew it was there now, it was impossible for him to miss. And the beta had no problems saying it out loud, even if he never thought that Derek would be the one he says it to and means it so much.] I love you, Derek...

[He doesn't stop riding his mate, getting more into it as he gets used to the invasion, though he's still a bit awkward about it, trying to find the rhythm but still not used to it and having to work with the limited space of the Camaro. He meets each of Derek's thrusts though as he finally can't hold back from touching himself anymore and reaches into his jeans to stroke himself in time with each thrust.]

I need you. [He places a small, chaste kiss on Derek's lips, finally willing to relinquish his control completely.]

[Well that was certainly one way of stealing your brooding alpha's breath away. Congrats, Scott McCall. Derek Hale hasn't heard those words in an awfully long time and to hear them again, and from someone he really didn't care for in the beginning, it's overwhelming. He's pretty sure underneath all the resentment toward the blood oath that he knew how Scott truly felt, but to have him say it...to actually hear those three words uttered to Derek.]

I love you, too, Scott. [He's ultimately floored and his heart aches with happiness and relief, it's like an unrelenting grip squeezing at his lungs and somehow it feels nice, he welcomes it. This will work. He just knows it will.]

No, let me. [Derek breathes, knocking Scott's hand aside to move his own up and down the younger wolf's already wet cock. He was taking full advantage of the control returned to him, wrapping an around Scott's lower back to hold him close and began rutting into as best he could considering the hindering space they were in. He can't hit his prostate like he wants, but he makes it work, and after a long while of just fucking into Scott, Derek can feel the base of his erection begin to swell.]

You're sure about this? [He asks again, choking back a whimper. As if he needs to sacrifice anymore dignity today.]

[Scott couldn't deny the connection he had to Derek, since the first night they'd met... Derek had always been watching out for him, even when he put himself at odds with the beta. If it hadn't been for the blood oath and the fact that he really didn't want to be Derek's beta at the time, he would have been more open to his feelings long ago.

Then Derek returns those words, and even though they sound weird from coming from Derek Hale, they meant everything to him, and he finally lets himself really give himself to the alpha and submit. He removes his hand and lowers himself to press his body as much against Derek's as he can. He holds onto him and just kisses at his mates neck while getting fucked. He's eased into the motions, and even with Derek's power behind each thrust, he felt relaxed.

He can feel the swelling though, and he moans each time that presses against his tight heat, burying his face in Derek's neck and breathing heavily. He wanted this. He knew what it would mean to be bonded to Derek at this deepest level, and he couldn't think of wanting anything else, even if he was still a bit worried his body might not be ready for it.]

Don't ask me that again. [He murmurs, pushing back more on knot.] This... This is how I want to be yours the most. [He'd have to be so defiant tomorrow to make up for all of this... but at least he hasn't whimpered yet.]

[Every kiss placed to his neck feels like it's cementing their love for the other. He's cognizant and receptive to every little thing that Scott does; every inhale of breath, heartbeat, each moan, so much so that it feels as though he's taking breaths for him or Scott for him. He can feel Scott fully giving himself over to Derek and it feels more than right. Like it's supposed to be.

He offers an airy chuckling before nodding once, moaning with each press the forming knot receives whenever he and Scott's bodies meet at the center. Both arms encircle the other werewolf this time to hold him closer to Derek, barely an open-mouth kiss to the teen's shoulder as Derek prepares himself.]

Okay... [It's the only warning Scott receives when Derek gives the final thrust to insert himself fully and completely inside his tight heat, drawing a faint growl that dies off into a moan just as faint. Within seconds they're secured, tied to one another and the bond between them now consummated as the knot continues to swell in size.]

[Safe... That's what this feeling was. Against his better judgment probably, with Derek's arm wrapped securely around him and the small kisses, Scott knew this was where he belonged, that he'd never feel as secure and wanted and loved as he does with Derek.

Each time the growing knot pushes against him gets a needy little groan from the beta, and his arms wrap tighter around Derek's shoulders. He can't help wanting to move with each thrust and keep the knot from pushing into him, but he forces himself to hold still, bracing himself against his mate, and trying to remember the way he was breathing to relax before.

And then it's inside him, and he feels stretched and filled in a way that he'd never been before, and the emotions that came along with it as the knot keeps growing, connecting them, is too much. Scott's eyes flash gold and he digs his claws into the palms of his hands to keep from hurting Derek or tearing at his car. He wants to sprawl out, arch his back, and howl. It's all too much, and his climax follows quickly after, a small whimper finally escaping him as he spills his load into Derek's hand and up his abs and chest.]

[Funny how Scott keeps making Derek feel all these things he'd never thought he'd have the privilege of knowing ever again. Safe definitely describes the warming sensation he feels; it's a distinctive warmth that's not easily confused with that of love and care. He's never been grateful to someone as much as he is to Scott now.

But then everything becomes too much to bear when Scott finally comes all over Derek's abs and chest, messy hand still milking him to completion, and in turn, squeezing Derek's knot more tightly than before. The alpha bites down onto Scott's shoulder to muffle one of his loud groans. It's not long after then that Derek's knot reaches its full size, ready to empty its contents into the younger wolf.]

Re-Relax. Just let it... [His words die as soon as he begins spill into Scott, filling him, and breathing shakily against his neck. Believe it or not, this was a first for the two of them; Derek had never gone so far as to knot anyone. Needless to say, it was something done so frivolously and words can't begin to describe how happy he is to share the moment with Scott.

That is until he blabs to Stiles, but he'll enjoy it for all it's worth.]

[Scott doesn't think he's ever come so hard, so much, or felt so unbelievably at ease fro it before as he does right now, and he can't help but whimper more, completely unashamed of the needy, begging noises escaping his throat as Derek bites his shoulder and the knot grows even more, locking them together.

He almost wants to laugh when Derek tells him to relax. Because he doesn't think it's even possible for him to relax at this point or even feel anymore relief than he does now. But then he feels Derek's release flooding his insides, breeding him and and cementing their bond. He was marked both inside and out as Derek's, and he couldn't have been happier.

Stiles was in for a story when they meet up again.]

It's so big... [Scott murmurs, flexing around the knot as he feels Derek pump more come into him. He knows that he should be embarrassed by this, that he normally would have been defiant and not wanted this as much as he did, but right now he was probably being more honest with himself and with Derek than he'd even been in his life. And he's rocking his hips again, trying to rub and stimulate his prostate with the other's knot, not wanting it to end yet.]

Usually how it is... [Derek remarks to Scott's wonder on how much Derek has stretched him from his knot alone. He tenses up, jerking and groaning as Scott decides to move against Derek and his swollen appendage. By now, it was probably big enough that it did continuously press up against his prostate, offering endless pleasure.

His hands slide up and down the long line of Scott's back, forehead pressed to the younger's shoulder as he allows him to draw out his own pleasure. Derek himself is still waist deep -- or more -- in his own that doesn't intend to dwindle away anytime soon; he's still coming in long hot ropes, his eyes narrowed to feverish slits as he pulls teasingly at Scott's spent cock.

The funny thing is, Derek had been worried about Scott streaking and staining his seats with blood while Derek would be the biggest offender. Over time, he could feel the knot beginning to shrink in size when he finally stopped filling his mate, and he could only imagine the mess that would follow. He took solace in knowing their discarded clothes could be of some assistance, but he was otherwise cleaning the car much sooner than he expected.]

You okay?

[Scott just huffs in response to Derek's remark, since he assumes that he's being teased about it. Reading about it, knowing to expect it, and actually feeling the swelling inside him were different things. He's only interested in the pleasure right now, Derek is still stroking him and helping to keep him hard, even though he's exhausted and doesn't have much left to give for the moment, while Derek on the other hand is still somehow hard and breeding him.

And the beta is doing all he can to encourage that, to keep Derek inside him as long as possible and his hands on his body. He's still resting against Derek's chest, but he keeps rocking and squeezing around the alpha's cock, wanting more of his come and to keep the knot inside him even as it starts to shrink down.]

Derek... [Scott pulls back just enough to look as his mate, silently asking if the alpha was joking by asking that, because the answer should have been obvious.] I feel great.

You should grab my phone though... Need to text Mom and tell her I'm not coming home tonight. [Because, yes, he's inviting himself to Derek's bed tonight.]

[He'll find no complaints from his alpha, who's there to enjoy the ride of the post-coital haze that befalls him, as well as Scott determined to draw this out as long as he could. Derek presses a small kiss to his uneven jawline just before scoffing at those words, then stopping short just after that.]

Pretty sure being the alpha's mate doesn't entitle you to do whatever you want. [There's hardly any heat behind it and a smirk creeps into his eyes with a raised brow. This actually isn't bad at all, not even close as he's expecting much worse later on. However, Scott wanting to spend the night with him makes his heart swell.]

You're not a momma's boy are you? I don't want to wake up to you in the middle of the night whining you miss her. [Derek Hale's back ~~mostly~~, though he's not hiding the obvious affection he bears for Scott. A change has already taken place within him. He hands Scott the phone, eyes teasing, yet almost reluctantly. He plans to make the message the most difficult Scott's had the pleasure of typing out; tweaking at his nipples, a feathering graze to the head of his shaft, whispering dirty things and sweet nothings into his ear...]

You sure about that, Derek? [He teases, squeezing around the knot again to hold onto it and make Derek groan, but he can tell it's starting to shrink, and he can feel his mate's seed starting to leak out around it.] I'm pretty sure I get to do a lot of whatever I want... Especially you.

[Scott rolls his eyes at the comment about being a momma's boy in favor of making sure she knows that he won't be home tonight. He slightly wonders if she'll worry when she sees that he's with Derek already, but the both knew it was coming.

He focuses on typing out the text, trying to squirm and avoid the teasing and tickling as he does so. This definitely wasn't a side of Derek that he'd seen before. The alpha was being playful, and while it was frustrating right now when he couldn't type a simple text, it was kind of endearing.] I'm trying to tell her that I'm yours now, jerk. Or would you rather not share a bed with me from now on? [He nips at Derek's lip, teasing mostly, but he is a bit worried underneath the playful tone of his voice.]

[His eyes now narrowed, his jaw shifts at the confidence within the words that spill from Scott's mouth. It's all he can do as Scott tries draw a groan from Derek, which he does succeed in pulling a grunt from him. It was worse than he thought, actually. If he kept this up, which Derek highly anticipates, he'll have to reassert himself as alpha.] Careful, Scott. Betas are betas for a reason.

[It's a side most haven't seen, the playfulness. He ends it not because of the chastening nip to his lip, but because he could sense the worry in Scott. Instead, he brushes his hand along Scott's side.]

You're safe with me. She'll see that soon. [He's not really convincing Scott so much as he is himself. He makes a silent noise as the knot givens even more, letting his milk from easier slide more freely down his cock.]

[Scott had meant for it to be something playful, though he was trying to kind of test the boundaries of their arrangement and feel things out. He knew that he was a beta now, but he didn't really feel like one. He felt like being Derek's mate made him something more, though he didn't know the limits of that still. Even if he wouldn't mind feeling Derek reassert himself again and again, he doesn't want to push too much or upset his mate.]

And you're my alpha. [He says it with more conviction than he could manage the first time. He didn't know how to be the docile, obedient beta that Derek must have wanted. He would probably challenge some of Derek's decisions still because he just couldn't help it... But he hoped that Derek wouldn't doubt that Scott was his, wholly and completely, and that Scott would be a loyal beta.] I'm not worried, Derek. I know you'll take care of me, and I'm going to protect you too.

[He's just happy that Derek was turning out to be everything that he was worried he wouldn't be, everything that Scott needed. He couldn't just out and say that though, so he focuses instead on something else he's been thinking about.]

Jeez, are you going to come like this every time we do this? [He groans, tugging on that not some more... Because he thought that he shot big loads, but Derek's dwarfed those completely.]

I'm your alpha. [It's said a bit softer than the conviction Scott displayed before him. And while he is Scott's alpha, he is also Scott's mate, to have, just as much he was Derek's. He can't speak to other wolf packs, however, his mother freely advised and corrected his father when he needed it. Derek stifles a laugh because the wolf sitting in his lap has been doing that for sometime now..] I'm yours. [He adds, a flash of half smile.]

You could have fooled me, but I'll take your word for it. [He lightly bumps his forehead to Scott's. He wants to deny all accusations that Derek would need protecting, but their frequent run-ins with the Kanima and hunters would disagree.]

It's not so bad when I don't have an actual body for the knot. Some kind of werewolf thing-- I'm not-- Hnn.. I'm not going to explain it, right now. [He grunts the answer, squeezing at the teen's legs. The werewolf body was highly sensitive and adapted, it knew when it was in the process of breeding and when it wasn't. Speaking of, that's one conversation he's not looking forward to having.]

You weren't complaining a while ago.

Mine. [He repeats the word softly, and seeing that small smile... He can't help but smile as well, his cheeks flushing just a little more. It was unbelievable that he was feeling this connected to his alpha. He always felt like they were connected by more than just the blood oath, so this was just cementing all of that for him. He was Derek's in every conceivable way.]

Hey, I didn't say anything about being worried after all of this. [He laughs a little as their foreheads connect, and he closes the rest of the distance to press his lips against Derek's, kissing him deeply. His arms finally move to wrap around Derek's shoulders, he relaxes around the know, the exhaustion and the bliss finally catching up to the part of him that didn't want this to end.]

And I'm not complaining now either. It's just... Wow. [Yeah, Scott obviously loved it.] The knot was kind of weird, but Stiles said it might be a thing, that breeding was a big deal. [And then he assumes incorrectly, and makes a misinformed joke.] At least it's not like I have to worry about puppies or anything. So it just feels really really good.

[Humming approvingly into the kiss, the alpha laces his fingers through Scott's hair, tugging at his bottom lip when the kiss was through.] You didn't have to. [A swipe of his tongue to Scott's bitten lip and it's then Derek as to find his control. He keeps this up and they're going for round two on the side of the road again.

And thank goodness it was a rarely used one, not to mention the pouring rain still offered some over.]

You spoke to Stiles about knotting? [He almost looks scandalized, nearly able to suppress it. Is that really what teenage friends discuss nowadays? Scott being a werewolf mostly likely came into play, but still. Why does he ever bother with them?

Suddenly he's shutting down, or tries to. He looks off to the side, lips pressed in a line.] Actually, Scott...you can. Become pregnant I mean.

[Scott wouldn't mind going another round, but it might be nice for them to go home first, maybe do it on a bed or at least somewhere that Scott can sprawl out or give Derek some attention as well. As hot as it was doing in on the side of the road in Derek's car, it kept his options rather limited.]

It came up after the bite. You know, as kind of a list of things that might change on the full moon before we figured things out. [Scott replies bashfully, because now it sounded embarrassed.] And he brought it up when I told him about the contract and that I needed to prepare for... What we're doing now. [He probably shouldn't tell Derek about how interested his best friend seemed in that external feature.]

[And then everything definitely shuts down, and he's torn between panicking and pushing Derek away and clinging to him for comfort. This was a joke right!? He knew that he was being given for the sake of the Hale family, but that was just... talk, right? He didn't think it was literally to restore the family. He didn't know how to deal with this, and Derek had just pumped him full of more come than the teen wolf thinks he's produced in his life.

He's trembling slightly, still holding onto Derek and trying not to show it. He tries to speak, but he feels numb and his mouth feels like it's full of cotton. He can barely choke out a word.] What?

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[He inhales deeply and is still avoiding Scott's eyes. There's no sense in trying to run from it now. They were going to have this discussion sooner rather than later considering everything involving the knot. Scott's body would try to... Derek knew he had to warn him about it, but now seemed like the worst time of all.

Everything feels so distant, even Scott as he continues to hold onto Derek (a surprise, that), he doesn't seem as close as he really is. Derek's mind, that keeps trying to escape and run, has reeled the older wolf out of reality and into the safe haven of his own self pity and despair. It's all over, he can't help thinking. It's all over and it's all his fault.]

It's a werewolf thing. Males can become pregnant, too. And because we've-- we're bonded now, mates. Your body's going to try and produce a baby. [There's a thoughtful pause and Derek almost wants to make a joke out of what's to come next, lighten the mood, and quickly thinks better of it. Now looking at Scott.] Unless you take birth control. Regularly...

[His hands hesitate at the beta's side, unsure if he should touch him or if he's even allowed to touch him now.] I should have said something sooner, I know-- I'm sorry.

[It was taking everything in him to not freak out, and he really was still on the inside. His body was trembling a little bit from nerves, and he wanted to... He didn't even know. Scream or be angry or anything, but he couldn't do any of that. He holds onto Derek because he needs the alpha. He can't imagine not having Derek with him, and while it was kind of scaring him that his body was apparently going to change in an attempt to bear children for his mate, he wasn't going to end anything.

It hurts that Derek won't even look at him now though. That's what bothers him the most. He needed Derek to be with him now, not to fall into his own darkness. So, Scott does the only think he can think of to bring Derek back, pressing his lips to the alpha's, kissing him deeply and pleading for him to not pull back.]

All I have to do is manage it, then. We don't have anything to worry about if I get the birth control? [He's thankful that his mom is a nurse now... Even if that's going to be an incredibly awkward conversation.

There's something he just has to ask, though.] I mean... Do you want kids?

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[It's a force of habit. He's been through so much trauma already that he automatically seeks to run in this sort of flight or fight situation. He's grateful for Scott that he's the one fighting while Derek tries to flee. Cowardly. That kiss though, it brings him back, frowning slightly at his betrothed before nodding. It's not fair to abandon him like this.]

As long as you're have birth control, you'll-- we'll be fine. [He lets his hand caress the side of Scott's face with the backs of his knuckles, admiring the courage he shows even now. Yeah, he needs this. Needs him.

And then just like that, Derek's gone. Not hiding, but thinking, wishing, hoping. Day-dreaming of what could be with Scott. Maybe when his family took advantage Scott's father's debt by signing the contract they had some hope of certainty their bloodline would go on. That's not why Derek did this, but to have a family of his own, of his blood... As quickly as he disappeared before, he returns, something distant in his eye and a gleam of hope. He continues to brush down to Scott's neck.]

I suppose so, yeah.

[Scott doesn't see what he's doing as fighting right now. He's just scared that there are more changes that come with being a werewolf, that not only was he willingly submitting to Derek with just a few hollow resistances now, but that he was physically becoming something different just so that he can bear the alpha's children. He wasn't letting Derek withdraw because Scott doesn't know what he'd do otherwise if he had to deal with this alone. Derek might not be the best at it, but Scott needed his support more than anything.

So he's leaning into the other's touch, tilting his head a little into the soft caresses. Even now, being with Derek felt so safe and right, and eventually, though he's still a bit shaky, he forces himself to calm down. He doesn't have to deal with this yet, so long as he started taking medication.]

I'm not ready for that, Derek. [He murmurs, looking down, as if he should be the guilty one now. He was way in over his head, and he really doesn't want to think about how he, a male, can become pregnant, or if they'll be born werewolves or whatever else could possibly happen.]

But... Someday. [He places a small, chaste kiss on Derek's lips. It was a small promise, that he would make Derek happy as best he could, and that... A long time from now, he'll be ready to start a family.]

So, if we get the meds, can we go home and do this again?

[For a second, his eyebrows furrow as he listens then suddenly chuckles softly with a shake of his head. Scott had definitely misunderstood.] Scott, I wasn't talking about now. It's too soon. Someday, maybe, yeah.

[Not to mention, who's to say they'd make good parents or even passable? Or if they'd still be together that far down the road? Quickly dismissing any thoughts of doubt, Derek smiles slightly at the younger wolf's eagerness to get back home. But after a thoughtful look the smile disappears.]

You're not going to go through your mother for the pills...are you? [He's sure she doesn't think very highly of him already, this would certainly be the icing on the cake.]

I knew that. [Scott blushes, burying his face in Derek's neck to try to cover up the embarrassment over the fact that he'd just promised to have Derek's kids one day when the other wasn't even thinking about that. He almost wants to kick himself for being so attached so quickly, that he's willing to give Derek anything he wanted.

He's thankful for the topic change at least, because it means that they can get away from this awkward topic... Only they move on to something else that might be even more uncomfortable for him. At least he wasn't trembling anymore.]

Uh... Unless you have a better idea? It's not like I can find a doctor that doesn't know her or me in town and say that I need birth control so my alpha boyfriend doesn't knock me up. [He tries to say it with some humor, but he's probably missing that mark.] She at least gets the werewolf stuff...

[It's the thought that counts, right? And Derek's beyond flattered, happy probably doesn't describe it even though his light smile barely cracks under the weight of happiness. He brushes a hand down the back of Scott's head when blushes and hides himself against his neck.]

There is a such thing as emergency contraception, you know? What have they been teaching you kids in Health and Sex-Ed classes? [On second thought, maybe the question ought to be: Does Scott even pay attention in those classes?]

All you have to do is visit a pharmacist for something over the counter, but to avoid the risk of your mom knowing...I'll do it. [He purses his lips because that's going to be one awkward visit. For both him and the pharmacist.]

[Scott loves Derek's smile, especially since they're so few and far between, that the beta can't help but feel like he's really earned it when he can force the other's sour expression to crack. He just hopes that he can keep Derek happy and that it's not just some temporary thing.]

You really don't want to know how Coach's lesson on condoms went, and birth control pills aren't really something I had to worry about until about twenty minutes ago. [Hey! Scott pays attention now... Sort of... When werewolf stuff isn't going on... So basically not really.]

Do we need to do that know? Or... You know I can't keep taking morning after pills every time we sleep together. [He's going to talk to his mom about it eventually for something regular. It was going to be awkward as hell, but considering the consequences...]

Okay. Point made. I can't believe they actually have that idiot teaching Sex-Ed. [In that case, maybe the fault isn't entirely with Scott. Scratch that. His mom is a certified nurse. He really should know these things, but Derek isn't going to press the issue. The point is, he's found them an out. For now.

He arches a thick brow at his mate. He's in for a bit of a rude awakening.] You have to take the pills everyday. Before or after you brush your teeth so you don't forget. [There's a lingering pause and he watches Scott expectantly.] You cannot forget. [He finally stress.]

[Is it possible Scott has that forthcoming talk with his mother alone? Derek would rather not be scolded by someone else's parent. Only if he's really needed there for support, he may reconsider.]

He went into the speech from Patton. It was inspirational, but not very informative. [The high school must have some serious budget problems, considering he's running two teams and teaching economics as well.]

Okay, okay. I'm not going to forget. [Scott can't help rolling his eyes at the the way Derek stresses that.] I'm the one who will be carrying the child if I do, and I'd much rather avoid explaining that to people than explaining that I'm on the pill.

If I talk to my mom about it, I can get the kind they implant in your arm, so we won't have to worry about it at all. [He doesn't need Derek to be with him for it, if the alpha is afraid. Even though Scott is sure that his mom will like him... Eventually.]

[Derek just stares at Scott, gaping silently and obviously at a loss for words. It would have made more since to find a biology science teacher to go in place of the empty sex-ed slot. He wouldn't be surprised if the number of newly made grandparents didn't double by the end of the school year.] Like I said, I can't believe they have that idiot teaching. He's not even a good coach from what I've seen.

Good. Then you won't be forgetting anytime soon. [His lips pull into a tight, needling smile.] And don't you have to see a doctor for those?

[Rather then trying to imagine the look on the doctor's face when they learn a teenage boy is seeing them for a birth control implant, Derek dissects Scott's belly with a finger, tracing down the center of his abs.] So what do you want to do? Pharmacy first or get it out the way and talk to your mom?

Probably, but if I can get one, then you can have me any time, and you won't have to worry about me forgetting. [Again, not that he would. He's pressing his lips to Derek's again, just to keep him from making another comment about it. He didn't know how any of this was going to work out. If they can work it out, then he figured his mom or Deaton could get it inside him.

He stills when he feels Derek's finger moving along his abs, flexing so that he doesn't appear so spent under the alpha's touch. Not that it was hard when the teasing sensation is going right down between his legs and making him interested again.]

Stop by the pharmacy, then go home? I think we can save the conversation with Mom for another time, when she's, uh... Less likely to freak out.

[The message is clear and the subject is instantly dropped. All he does is lean into that kiss that quiets him. His chest inflates with a deep breath, mistakenly inhaling Scott's renewed interest into his lungs causing him to jerk within the young wolf. Yeah. Time to go.]

Yeah. Right. [He scoffs, leaning over for Scott's discarded shirt. Somehow he gets the feeling Melissa won't ever be "less likely to freak out."] And I'm wearing your shirt on account you ruined mine. Go on and get in the other seat before I end up fucking you here again.

[He waits for the other to shift first then uses the scraps of his own shirt to wipe their mess.]

[Scott is trying really hard not to get hard again, at least not until they get what they need from the pharmacy, but it just wasn't easy while he was still firmly seated in Derek's lap, feeling his hands over his body, and breathing in his alpha's scent mixed with his own.]

When you put it that way, I don't think I want to move yet. [He teases, nipping at Derek's lip before pulling his ruined boxers and jeans back up and moving to the other seat, sinking into it and sighing. He can still feel Derek's come inside him and between his legs, and now that he's not touching his mate, he can kind of feel just how sore he is... In a good way.]

You can have my shirt, but I'm borrowing some of your clothes later, since you ruined my jeans too. [He shrugs, not all that bothered by it, and he eventually buttons said jeans again, hoping that confining his erection will calm it down.]

Careful with my seat. Put something underneath you. [The alpha practically lurches from his seat, tensing up and worried his seed would wind up ruining his seat if Scott wasn't careful. He sighs a somewhat resigned sigh. Really it was nothing a wet warm rag couldn't fix, though he couldn't quite help himself but to fret about it inwardly.

Forcing himself to face the front and start the car once he had his pants zipped and buttoned again, Derek made a U-turn to head back into their small town home, windows cracked to allow the car to air out for both their sake. The rain has lightened, not nearly as heavy as it had been earlier. And the pharmacy only had but one car parked outside it. This would be quick.

Parked with the engine resting once more, Derek glances over to Scott quietly, nodding then leaving him alone in the car. He tugs at the too small shirt, hearing the seams strain under his strength to find some sort of comfort within it.

It's just as he predicted... The pharmacist gives him a suspicious look, obviously puzzled and checks around the store. Probably in search of some lucky lady and finds no one. Derek scoffs when his ID's checked and pays the tiny, balding man in tense, awkward silence before stalking away with his tiny paper bag of contraception.]

You owe me. [The older wolf, tone soured and annoyed, remarks as he tosses the bag into Scott's lap.]

You just had to ruin my pants. [Scott admonishes, but it's not like he can complain too much, considering it was really hot at the time. Still, Scott reaches into his backpack, looking for anything he can sit on to save the seat, since he has the worrying suspicion that he'd be the one cleaning up any mess they'd left.

The car ride back into town was mostly silent, since Scott wasn't really sure how to just... Have a conversation with Derek that wasn't about werewolves, or sex now, but also because he was trying to focus on the fresh air coming in through the windows, since he was still painfully hard in his jeans, even as Derek goes into the pharmacy.]

I owe you? [Scott just glances over at Derek] Did you forget that without this, you'll get me pregnant? [Okay, he still might have been a bit freaked about that, especially now that he has the contraception in his lap.]

Thanks, Derek... Really. [He adds softly after about a minute. His hand moves to rest over his mate's, squeezing it. He gets that Derek doesn't do... Social... And that it couldn't have been comfortable getting the meds for him. Scott really does appreciate it.]

I'll make it up to you at your place?

Did you forget the part where you need this more than I do? [Derek counters, a hint of amusement in his tone, but he keeps a pretty damn good poker face in place. It should be known that Derek didn't want any underage pregnancies either, or one that Scott did not want to avoid resentment.] Don't worry about it. I was mostly messing around anyway.

[As much as he dreads the day Scott tells his mom, Derek hopes he won't be coming back to the pharmacy anytime soon. He squeezes Scott's hand, offering a barely there smile to assure him that everything was fine. They were fine, or at least they would be in time.]

But I'm not going to object to you making it up to me. [Reluctantly, he takes his hand back to get the Camaro purring and driving them home. He's looking forward to sharing a place with Scott, a second home for the younger werewolf.

The drive to his loft isn't that much farther and luckily for them, no one was coming or going from the loft apartments when they arrived, allowing Derek to breathe a little easier when they reached the elevator.] Never thought it was necessary, but I'm considering leaving a change of clothes in the car from now on. [He muses openly, lifting a brow at the other and lips twitching. The lift stops at his floor, allowing Derek to draw back the gate to let them into the dark, spacious apartment.]

[Scott was still getting used to Derek being this comfortable around him. He's actually trying to make light of things? It was nice, Scott appreciated it... He just wasn't used to it from Derek, who was usually so serious. He can't help but smile.] You say that now, but if I get pregnant, you're totally screwed for child support.

[And thank goodness for small things like nobody hanging out around the apartments, since Scott had to make his way to the elevator on shaky legs, leaning against Derek more than he'd care to admit, and the back of his jeans were in ruin, showing off his come-slicked thighs and hole.

He was relieved that the betas weren't hanging around so that it was just the two of them as well. They'd know immediately once they saw Scott again, or caught a whiff of his scent, that he'd been claimed by Derek, but he didn't want to deal with the looks, or teasing, or whatever reactions he'd get.]

Might be a good idea, if we're going to take more drives like that after school. [He shrugs, setting his backpack on the floor as he walks in.] I should probably leave some clothes here too? I mean... If you want me to. [Scott can't help blushing just a little. That was all for Derek to decide now.]

Luckily for me, it won't come to that. [Besides, with no job that would sort of be hard to do. Unless of course you count the money's he's inherited. (Head canon bs.)

Had it been any other time, Derek would have made some comment about the backpack being dumped in the middle of the floor, but he's not exactly thinking straight, or like himself rather, with Scott so close. Depending on him as to not topple over from weak legs.

He surveys that blush, letting himself be tender-- No. He's always been that way, he's just been hiding it. --and nuzzles the side of his beta's face, feeling the heat of the blush beneath his skin and presses a soft kiss just below his eye.] I want you to.

[The others, they were bound to talk, yes, but Derek couldn't care. Having a piece of Scott here even when he left makes his heart swell, in a good way of course. He helps Scott to his bed just at the center of the room, locking up behind first to ensure they would be alone.] You should probably lose the pants...

Better not. [Scott murmurs, but he smiles because Derek is nuzzling against him and kissing him gently, and he knows that there's nothing to worry about in all of this.

In just a few hours, he'd learned more about Derek and come to trust him completely. He might not agree with Derek's methods all the time, but he knows that the alpha is watching out for him and the others, and that could be enough for him from now on.

And hearing Derek say that he wants him to leave some clothes here, that he's saying that he wants Scott to be around, it makes Scott's chest feel tight as well, and he has to kiss Derek against before being led to the bed.]

Is that a suggestion from my alpha? [He teases, looking up at Derek playfully as the gold shines briefly in his eyes. He doesn't wait for the response though, already trying to quickly unbutton and unzip his jeans and shimmy out of them.]

[Probably best not to get used to this side of Derek when he'd quickly retreat back into his thorny, cold shell if the pack was ever around... And they almost always were.]

No, that's an order. [A flash of red. His voice slightly rough around the edges, he leans in to bite and suck at Scott's bottom lip as he dealt with his jeans, and moved to escape the snug fitting shirt he had nearly forgotten about. He tosses Scott's shirt away, not bothering with his own jeans when that hypnotizing scent from down below draws his attention like a moth to a flame.

There's no time to pull his jeans off completely before Derek's all over him, mouth already on Scott's cock, sucking it in and humming deeply around it from the explosive taste. He sucks harder around the head, cleaning the beta from their earlier, stroking eagerly and possessively with his tongue. Every inch of Scott's body was now his own and he was desperate to prove that.]

[Scott didn't need to see it all the time. Whenever they were alone was enough. It was like a secret shared just between the two of them, a side of Derek that only Scott gets to see, that makes it all the more meaningful whenever he does.

The red in Derek's eyes does things to him, and the semi in his jeans immediately returns to full arousal. It doesn't hurt that Derek is pulling off his shirt quickly, giving Scott's eyes a moment to rake over the well-defined muscles of his alpha's chest. His mate and alpha. Nobody else's.

He doesn't have a chance to enjoy the sight before Derek is on him, and Scott can't hold back the undignified sound he makes when Derek's lips wrap around his cock and his alpha's tongue moves over him. Scott had been planning to do this for Derek, but he was beaten to it, and he never would have thought this is is something an Alpha would do... Not that he's complaining.]

Derek...You don't need to- [He can't finish that thought because he wants him to. It feels so good, and Derek didn't need to prove anything. Scott was already freely giving himself to his betrothed.]

[A secret kept even from Stiles? Because Derek would seriously doubt that, and don't get him wrong, he understands how deep their friendship runs. Perhaps not fully, but he sees enough to assume.

A huff of air rushes through his nostrils, rolling out onto the skin of Scott's pelvis. Derek has just scoffed. He'd laugh, too, if he could, but considering he's got a mouthful of Scott... He doesn't stop, only takes the teen deeper, his fingers like a vice against his thighs to hold him down.

Who says an alpha can't enjoying giving his own mate a blow job? The smaller wolf can have his turn, later. If he ever finds the opportunity, that is.]

Are you complaining? [He teases, a new heat in his gaze as it rakes up the long line of Scott's body to meet his eyes. Teasing some more, he draws his tongue along the underside of his length. Lips and breath brush and slide over the tip of his erection.]

[Actually, Stiles might not get to hear about all of this, for once. The guy somehow knew that Scott would be sleeping with Derek before the beta even knew that was part of the deal, but that didn't mean Scott had to kiss and tell. And since Stiles would probably make snarky little remarks at Derek's expense every part of the story, Scott actually thinks it might be better for him not to know...

How long that idea would last is undetermined, but realistically not very long.

And Scott will get his turn eventually. Derek has to sleep eventually, so Scott can give him one hell of a wake-up call.]

Not complaining at all. Just though-- ah, forget it. [Scott doesn't care anymore, and Derek's holding his hips down so he's not going anywhere. His hand rests on the back of his alpha's head, trying to coax him to take more without making it seem like he demanded it. Scott's head falls back and he gives a throaty groan.] Don't stop.

Hey. [The moment Scott's head falls back and he groans out for Derek to keep going Derek moves. Pulling away from the hand at the back of his head and moving up against Scott's bare body. His openly exposed jugular beckoned to the alpha who gave him and nipped at it rather sharply and lean back enough for Scott to look at him, but not nearly enough that their noses didn't bump when he finally did so.]

Hey. Scott, look at me. [The older wolf reaches in between them, squeezing the base of his betrothed's wet arousal to get his full attention. Blazing red eyes would be waiting for him, a furious fire of lust.] Keep your eyes on me, understand? No matter what. As your alpha I command it.

[He lets their mouths slide as if going for a kiss, but he ducks out of reach and bites and sucks a possessive mark onto Scott's collar bone before sliding back down the length of him. Derek's broad shoulders held the weight of Scott's legs over them, the alpha taking him deep until the tip of him hit the back of his throat seemingly with no problems, then he swallowed. Again then again once more.]

[Scott almost whines when Derek pulls away from his arousal not seconds after he asked him not to stop, and if it wasn't for the way he moves up against him, the beta probably would have said something he shouldn't have. The biting at his neck keeps him submissive and aroused in a way he didn't expect at all.

The squeeze gets another needy sound out of Scott, bucking his hips into Derek's hand for more. It wasn't necessary to get Scott to look back at him though, because the command was enough, he reacted on instinct to look down at his betrothed, his golden yellow eyes shining in response to the crimson ones looking up at him.] Understood...

[He wishes that his body didn't heal so quickly for once, so that the mark would stay. Even if he was a little annoyed that Derek had pulled pack dynamics back into this, when, even though they both understood the roles they were playing, for a while Scott felt like they weren't doing things as werewolves for once, and just as normal...ish mate. It was obvious that Derek was toying with him though, so he lets it go, especially when it feels so good, and he puts his hand back on Derek's shoulder, not breaking eye contact this time around, which only made it hotter for him as Derek takes all of him as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

Scott finally gives in and whimpers, squirming under his alpha and trying to hold himself back, though he was still a hormonal teenager and he was already tensing up, fighting the inevitable.] If you keep that up, I won't be able to hold back... [It's the only warning he's going to give.]

[And it still could be 'normal'. Derek just had to be certain he had Scott's full and utter attention when he did this, and not one bit of him regrets pulling such a stunt when he's shown the brilliant yellow orbs shining back down at him. His beta. His mate.

Disregarding the warning, Derek continues on, head now bobbing slowly on the beta wolf's length until he slid off leaving only the very tip wrapped between his slightly swollen lips. This was like his own personal heat, swimming in Scott's musk as he pleasured him as best he could. Nothing Scott could say would get through to him like this. His crimson gaze is locked with the golden-yellow a while longer before being blotted out by his lashes, taking another plunge till his nose was nestled in Scott's pubes.

He's eager in the way the suctions grow harder, sloppier, and moves his head up and down the length in earnest. He's determined to send Scott tumbling - no, hurling over the edge and into a blissful plunge.]

[Sometimes it's probably good that Derek doesn't say these things because, as hot and, in Derek's way, sweet as it is, Scott would probably think that he's overthinking things. Of course Scott's full attention was on Derek right now, the alpha had his mouth wrapped around his cock and was making Scott feel things that he never expected to, like how even the alpha's stubble could feel so good against his thighs.

He wouldn't have needed a blood oath if he'd known that this is what they'd been getting into. He resisted it for long because he thought it'd be entirely one-sided, that he'd become a plaything for Derek to get off on or in, then tossed aside until the next time. But here Derek was putting him first.

Those red eyes, though... They do something to Scott (which might make things problematic at pack meetings). The way those crimson orbs burn and look up at him with desire... That's almost even better than the hands on his thighs and Derek sucking hard at his length. They command attention, respect, and so many raw, primal emotions that Scott isn't able to hold back his werewolf side. He can't turn off the gold in his eyes, or the claws that he's trying so hard not to hurt Derek with.]

Fuck, Derek... [Scott did warn him, and he was trying to hold back, but it was all too much, and after a few more seconds of the alpha's attention, Scott's body tenses, a small needy moan escapes from his throat, and he comes. He definitely can't takes his eyes off Derek now as he's flooding the alpha's mouth with his seed, and even though he still felt spent from their first time in the car, this time around is no less impressive.]

[ Derek braces himself for the oncoming surge of warmth, humming upon it hitting his tongue. The scorching blood red of his eyes are bright and smoldering as he watches Scott go through his climax, taking all that he offers and swallows it all effortlessly. One may think he's done this before, but that's completely preposterous...right?

They've become so attached so quickly, snapping into place like opposite magnets, and Derek can no longer bare the thought of not having Scott around. Probably a good thing Scott had already invited himself to a sleepover earlier. And not that Derek was so possessive he planned on keeping Scott around on days on end, but Stiles may want to prepare himself anyway if he ever wanted his best friend back.

Slowly and gently, Derek pulls off, withdrawing from Scott's shaft with a wet popping sound, lips fully swollen from all his efforts and eyes drunk on lust even though he hadn't been the one to gain his release. No, there was more to be done before that happened.]

How you feeling, Scott? Still with me? [His voice is a soft caress to the ear and presses a butterfly kiss to his mate's sensitive, spent cock. Every move he makes is never short of grace and calculation, scaling up Scott's body like a predator surveying its hard-worked for meal, admiring and revering. He kisses him on the mouth once, just watching Scott a second longer and crushing their lips together for an even deeper kiss, letting Scott taste himself on Derek's tongue. ]

[Scott is thinking that Derek had to have done this before. There was just no way that he was able to be this good on his first time... Not that Scott was complaining, and he definitely not going to ask Derek about that now. Maybe later... much later. Like when he's confident that asking stupid questions won't ruin the moment.

Because, yes, he's feeling pretty spent now, but Derek hadn't found any relief yet, and he wanted to take care of that still... And he wanted to make sure that happened. Thinking about it kept him excited.

You know... Once he wasn't feeling so breathless and just drunk on pleasure and Derek's scent mixed with his.]

I-- Maybe? I think I might have died and this is heaven or something. Derek Hale just gave me a blowjob and swallowed every last drop. [He moans wantonly into the rough kiss. Tasting himself on Derek's tongue was just... Yeah, he could get used to this.] Unreal.

Come on Derek. It's your turn now.

[Probably for the best. He'd dodge the subject any which way he can if Scott were to ask now.

The alpha chuckles once at the other's uncertainty about still being on the same plane of existence anymore. He draws his finger in a few random circles upon Scott's chest, only they weren't just random circles. They were spirals; one at the top center of Scott's chest and two others lower on either side of his pecs. The triskelion that he wore so proudly on his own back.]

Hmm... [He says thoughtfully, studying him with an almost drunken gaze, letting his eyes drink in their fill of Scott like this - he could definitely get used to the kid's post sex glow.] Is it my turn? What if I was only doing this because I wanted to and not expecting you to do the same?

[The last bit of words murmured into the flesh of Scott's throat. Derek tender at first, climbing more fully onto him and letting his still clothed arousal bump against Scott's cock. He dragged his tongue up the line of his neck, fireworks bursting behind his eyelids at the mixture of sweat and rain that dampened his skin from earlier, right up to his ear where he bit roughly at the earlobe.]

[Scott can't help himself as he leans back against the bed, so spent and so good and blissed out on everything that Derek is doing for him that he can't even process what Derek is saying... Or at least that's how he's thinking it must be, because it just seemed so unlike Derek that Scott has to wonder if he even heard it right at all.

Derek wanted to do this just for him? Scott swallows hard at that. He keeps his eyes on Derek still, not looking anywhere but at his alpha's beautiful crimson eyes. It wasn't just because he didn't know if the alpha's command was over, but also just because he didn't want to look anywhere else.]

But I want to do the same for you. [Even if he sounds a bit insistent, and his hands are tugging at Derek, trying to pull him closer as he lifts his hips to grind against the bulge in his alpha's pants.] I need to do something for you.

[He tilts his head back, trying to keep his eyes on his mate while still offering himself freely, submitting to Derek on instinct.]

I'm good now. [He groans.] So you should take what you want.

[Oh, he heard correct alright. Derek sucks at the bobbing Adam's apple when Scott swallows. Right now, all he wanted to do was make Scott feel that he cared. Their first session hadn't conveyed nearly as much as he wanted, so he'd try for the second as much as he possibly could, but the young werewolf made that hard the way he tempted him.

Derek presses back against the grinding hips, biting at Scott's lip.] You shouldn't say things you don't mean, Scott. [But as Derek looks at him, really looks at him, he can see that Scott had meant it. He pushes away with a sigh, eyes smiling without the corners of his mouth moving a fraction, to drop trou. His cock springs forward, curving up toward his belly in all its angry glory.]

C'mere... [He climbs back onto the bed and over Scott, reaching down to wind his fingers in the hair at the back of his head to lift his face to his waiting piece of steel in his hand.] Since you're so eager to provide equal pleasure... [Derek guided the head of his arousal along the line of Scott's mouth, his own parted slightly at the touch.]

Lick. [The alpha instructs - it's not a command. Take what you want. Scott had no idea what he's gotten himself into...Derek has wanted to do this for such a long time.]

[After everything that happened tonight, Scott had realized how much Derek cared about him. It put everything else from their past into perspective too, how Derek found him and watched over him, how he protected him, and even saved his life even though Scott had refused to be a part of his pack. Scott knew Derek cared about him. He didn't need to be reminded.

Besides, Scott needed Derek to know that the feelings were mutual and that he was loved so much by his beta. The attraction had always been there. Derek needed to know it more than Scott did anyway. He knew enough about Derek's history to know that it was filled with betrayal and pain. Scott wanted to assure Derek that he wouldn't be like the others.]

I definitely mean it. [He whispers as he watches Derek strip. It didn't matter if Derek knew that already or not. It needed to be said.

And now Scott's facing the large cock that had split him open a little while ago. It's the first time he's really been able to see it, and Scott just groans because, dammit, it even looked thicker than it felt before, and Scott couldn't say he wasn't a bit nervous.

This was his first time trying this, after all. He wanted it to be good, so he's moving his hands to the back of Derek's thighs, holding him as he nuzzles against the other's wolf's manhood, reveling in the scent that was his now. He then slowly drags his tongue along the underside of his mate's cock, trying to mimic the motions he thought Derek made, then lets the head slip between his lips, sucking on it tentatively as he glances up at Derek for approval.]

[That very betrayal was the reason he'd hold onto what they now have like a lifeline, knowing Scott would never turn out to be like Kate. It's not often he's able to catch a break, a real glimpse of happiness and keep it. He also knows that if this was to go up in shambles that he would be the one to blame for it, and so he plans to try his damnedest to do right by the young werewolf betrothed to him.

He runs his fingers through Scott's hair affectionately as he nuzzles against him and his organ, his other hand resting and giving a gentle squeeze to his shoulder. Yeah, he definitely wants to keep this for as long as he can.]

Careful. Take your time. [Giving Scott a nod when he seeks that approval and pets his head, voice a bit husky from the traveling tongue. He wets his lips at the sight of seeing Scott's lips stretch around the head, almost certain he would reconsider wanting to do this when he saw the daunting size of Derek's iron rod, especially seeing as it was his first time. He's not even going to try and process if that made him brave or curiously stupid.]

Your doing good, Scott. [He praises the other's efforts and attentions, proving him with another loving pass over his head whilst the hand at Scott's shoulder squeezed a little harder.]

[Derek has Scott now... Forever. He knows how the alpha is sometimes, that sometimes trying to deal with him is an exercise in frustration, but that doesn't matter anymore because he knows how Derek can be. Scott knows that he'll do the right thing, that they won't be apart anymore, and that they definitely won't be on opposite sides anymore, even if they argue. Scott wants Derek, he wants him to be happy, and he's not going to just abandon him for anything or betray his trust.

He glances up again when Derek praises him, and his chest feels tight again. It was like that the other's approval meant more to him than anything else now. It's not lost on him how strange that must be, considering how before he didn't want anything to do with Derek's advice or criticism, but now... He craved it, and it makes him try even harder to please him.

That's not as easy as he'd hoped though, thanks to Derek's size. Scott never felt like he was short in any area, but Derek's cock was definitely intimidating. He could have been in porn with it on top of his godlike body. But that cock... Damn! Scott only has the head in so far, and it already feels like a lot.

But he's already had all of it inside him before, so he's not going to back down from that again. He wanted to feel Derek's power, he wanted all of Derek's attention and praise, and he definitely wanted to make sure that Derek Hale knew how much he was loved. So Scott moans around the length, his tongue swirling over the head as he slowly takes another couple inches, bobbing up and down on those inches while his hands hold tight to Derek's thighs, trying to pull him a little closer.]

Yes... Just like that. [He hisses out in between clenched teeth and fought the urge to press further into that eager mouth to avoid hurting the other. Instead, Derek lets himself be pulled at Scott's own pace, unable to help the half laugh that leaves him; Funny how a single praise inspired this much enthusiasm in Scott. Sure, Derek has seen how strong his determination was, but he's never seen him so... wanton.

The slide of teeth along the velvet flesh of his manhood caused his breath to hitch in his chest and Derek to pause, biting at his lip as he watched on with adoration. This was no small achievement and Scott was taking almost easily to the task, even eliciting the occasional moan or groan from his alpha who's muscles were wound tight by now.

He sucks in two great lungfuls of air, broad chest inflating above Scott's bobbing head and the temptation, the pleasure, is too great not to thrust forward as little as he could without causing any pain. But a moment later he has to pull away, letting his cock fall free with Derek pressing Scott's back down against the bed, mouths clashing yet again, teeth clicking and tongues wrestling.]

Give me a second...I didn't want to hurt you. [The skin of Scott's chest is warm against Derek's forehead, soothingly so. The older man presses a kiss to his chest.]

[Scott hopes that Derek realizes how much those little compliments meant to him, and how hard he's trying to make this good for the alpha, even if he's having a hard time taking all of that impressive shaft, his gag reflex not quite so trained and tears welling in the corners of his eyes and he pushes himself to his limit.

It was so good though. So good to feel Derek's pulse through that thick member, the way he can feel Derek's muscles tighten and relax with each swipe of his tongue or moan for him, and the little thrusts into his mouth that had Scott finding it hard to breathe in what was somehow the best way possible.

And he thinks that he's starting to get the hang of it... Until Derek is suddenly pulling away despite Scott's hold, and his cock falls from Scott's mouth with a lewd pop. He's about to protest, and he manages a small, needy whine before Derek's lips are on his again and Scott melts all over again, his tongue tangling and pushing at Derek's while still trying to keep him close.]

Derek! [He snaps, accidentally growling in frustration and not at all how a beta should speak to his alpha. The kiss to his chest is nice, but Scott was kind of disappointed.] You're not going to hurt me. I'm not so fragile that you need to worry about that. [His hand smooths over Derek's arm and shoulder, moving up to cup his cheek because he surely had to understand that.] I'm okay.

[If he didn't before, he sure as hell knows now, and Scott's efforts definitely don't go unappreciated. Derek's not sure he really remembers a time anyone tried to make him feel this great, or this loved and cared for. Least not after the disaster that was the arson attack that took his family away. Certainly not then.

Until now. And none of the teen wolf's attentions would ever go without merit. Derek likes to think of himself as a generous alpha when he wants to be, after all.]

You're okay? I couldn't tell by the way you were tearing up, you idiot. [The growling might as well go unnoticed the way Derek stares up at him with a dubious expression. Besides, it wasn't anything to be punished over, not really, or just not during this particular moment. He turned his face to bite lightly at the hand on his cheek.]

I wasn't tearing up... [He definitely was, and they're still on his cheeks, so it's kind of pointless for him to deny it right now.] I was just getting used to it still. I would have gotten further if you weren't so hung.

[Yes, there's a compliment somewhere in that.

He sighs though, kind of grateful for the chance to breath again, but mostly embarrassed because Derek made it look so easy, and Scott couldn't do the same for him. And even still, he could feel his mate's still hard cock pressed against him.]

What do you need me to do? [Because he was going to get Derek off again before this was over.]

[And Derek pauses purposefully to give that response a look. Really, Scott. Really? There was no need to blatantly lie when the evidence was currently streaming down his face, and as if to make a point, Derek reaches up to wipe the stray tears away.]

So it's my fault that I have a big dick? Not sure I've heard that one. [He knows an insult when he hears one, and that was no insult. He'll take it as a compliment, his thanks a kiss to one of Scott's nipples.]

This isn't just about me, Scott. But if you're so determined to return the favor still, you should probably roll over for round two. [The alpha doesn't exactly move away to make room for Scott to do as he's told, but rather slides up higher into the curve of his neck where he kisses.]

[Scott might not have been so deep into his pride to be Derek, but he still had pride, and he didn't like admitting that he was having a hard time. So, he ends up blushing as Derek's thumb brushes over his cheek.]

Yeah, it's your fault... Not that it's a bad thing. [He definitely wasn't complaining earlier about it.]

Now- [He gasps softly as Derek kisses his nipple, his back arching off the bed and up into his touch. His body burned for Derek, ached for him, and his arousal was unrelenting even after two orgasms. Derek's scent, his body against his... His everything did things to Scott that he never thought possible. He was made for Derek, that much was clear now.] Who are you and what have you done with Derek Hale?

Maybe a round two is what I've been wanting too, you know? [He smiles just a little, biting his lip and tilting his head back. It was so shameless that he wanted to be bitten again, claimed as Derek's mate all over again. His hand moves over Derek's back, over the tattoo, and he has an idea that he keeps to himself for the time being.]

I want you to be happy, Okay? So please fuck me again... [Yeah, Scott was being totally shameless, and he just didn't care anymore.] And you're letting me try again later.

[That gasp had been an unexpected reaction and not one he really intended, it pulls his mouth into a grin, beaming up at his mate, his lover, his...everything now.] Maybe you just bring out the better side of me. [More like this had always been the real Derek Hale, he had been around much longer than the broken man who Scott and the others know today.

And as if it were the most casual thing, Derek crossed his muscular arms over Scott's chest, glancing down to the nipple from earlier, circling it with his pinky.] I'm...happy with you. [It's almost a struggle to get that out, admitting it. Like speaking around a frog caught in his throat. A wall of defense goes down crumbling to nothingness somewhere far off in an unseen distance.

He eyes the younger wolf's neck, then up to his face, head tilting to the side, maybe trying to gauge him, but he already knows what Scott expects. Shameless is good, nothing wrong there. Derek likes it, leans in to claim what's his, only this time, his canines extend into fangs...

It's like a blade's kiss to flesh, though he's careful not to draw blood when his jaw relaxes down onto the bared throat, right where his jugular lies.]

I'm happy. I am. [Strong hands settle on Scott's legs, easily flipping the beta onto his stomach. Derek's chest comes down to the curve of Scott's back, and with equally strong hips, runs his rod through the split down his mate's ass, and in an almost purring tone, he speaks next to Scott's ear.] That's not how you speak to your alpha?

[Scott is just... It's so beyond anything that he ever expected this to be. Derek saying that he's happy with him, that he's better with him, and since Scott doesn't know what the alpha was like before they met, this all just means the world to him. He couldn't be happier, and he would do anything to keep Derek happy, to help him be the guy he was before the fire and the betrayals.]

I'm happy too. So happy to be yours. [It wasn't like Scott, but this was exactly like him. This is what he wanted... What he always wanted with Derek. And he just closes his eyes as he feels fangs against his throat. For Scott, it was the truest way that he could show how much faith he had in Derek and how much he trusted his mate. He was literally putting his life in the alpha's hand, and he knew that he wouldn't be hurt.

And almost too quickly, he's flipped onto his stomach, but Scott just laughs at it, rolling his hips a little and pushing back at that hard steel between his cheeks. rolling his hips to run against it and tease his mate. He wanted this...]

It's how I speak to my mate. [Scott replies, looking over his shoulder with a cheeky grin.] Who just so happens to be my alpha. Now, please... [He bites his lip, trying to press more against Derek's cock.]

[Derek makes an approving sound when Scott didn't flinch from the bared fangs biting at his neck, just accepted it. It proved to Derek just how much faith and trust Scott had in him, which meant a lot to the shabby alpha. He remembers when there was no trust, when Scott went so far Derek actually believed he was being sacrificed to Gerard. There's been growth since then.]

And I'm happy to be yours. [The sense of belonging was a strong desire when one actually knew what that felt like. And while Peter and Cora could claim Derek as nephew ot brother, family, Scott was - Derek was his mate and betrothed all the same. His to belong to.

And it seemed Scott had already gotten comfortable with his place as the alpha's mate. Derek scoffs at his cocky remark because honestly, he's at a loss for words. The little defiant and arrogant shit. As a subtle punishment, one of Derek's hands comes down slapping an open palm against Scott's ass.]

Do you want me to fuck you or not? [He tries to dangle it over his head, an ultimatum for his obedience, but Derek knows he'll end up doing it anyways. Letting Scott roll his hips and push back against him, and Derek who shifted to line himself up with Scott's already punished and well greased hole from earlier. He grunts when the other's opening seemingly accepts him more openly this time, covering his mate's right hand with his own as he slides in to the hilt.]

[Scott definitely didn't need anything else, so long as Derek would keep reminding him that he was his. Derek was his! That was the best part of all of this. It went both ways. He wasn't just property given in a contract to him. Not that he even thought about that anymore. He didn't need a contract to belong to Derek anymore.

He jumps as he feels the sting of Derek's hand on his ass, his body flexing as a reflex, but he just moans in pleasure, lifting his ass up more in offering. It was embarrassing, but the little punishment was kind of fun... Though, Scott's pretty sure Derek could do whatever he wanted to him, and it'd be the hottest thing in the world to him.]

You're going to fuck me, Derek. [He smiles a little at the threat, and he's not wrong either.] I can smell the arousal coming from you, and you loooove me. [He was really pushing things now.

And Scott moans loudly, uninhibited as he feels Derek's massive cock sliding into him again, so much easier than before. Some of it had to be because Derek had bred him so good earlier and he was still slick with the alpha's come, but it was also because he was more relaxed than the first time. He knew what to expect, and he wanted it, so he wasn't tense, he just welcomed the sensation.]

Fuck, Derek... [And Scott doesn't usually curse.] I can't believe how good this feels... [He sighs and sinks down onto the bed, stretching out and smiling as his mate's hand covers his and his body is pressed into the bed. He keeps his ass up though, offering himself as Derek pushes in all the way. It was so much better now than being confined in the car.] You don't have to be gentle.

[Well that was interesting. Derek didn't expect Scott to take so well to the spanking, ass raised into the air for another blow that doesn't come. He catalogs this useful discovery away for later use, preferably the next time his mate decided to disobey an order (Though given his rank now, Scott had every right to. In most cases.) or challenge his alpha.

You're going to fuck me, Derek.

Right then would have been the perfect opportunity, but who was Derek kidding? He does give a low warning of a growl at the last part. Just when he thought he couldn't get enough of Scott, he has to go and do that. But was the beta wrong? Definitely not. Derek could endure his less than likable proclivities for the sake of love and companionship.

This time around, though, is better. So much better. There was room for movement and opportunity for letting control slip. Scott was craving him and his cock and telling him how he didn't have to be careful.] I'll split you. [His half chuckled half grunted reply, pulling out to thrust back in hard and deep. So much better.

Their fingers finally lace, Derek wrapping his arms around and underneath Scott's flattened body, a body that felt right underneath his own and taking his extraordinary shaft each time the alpha shoved forward into his arched behind.]

Mine. [He proclaims, thrusts coming faster, deeper, harder.] Not Allison's. [One deep thrust.] Not Stiles'. [And another. Each and everyone rubbing up against Scott's prostate with so much ease it's ridiculous. Again and again, he fucks and abuses his mate's tight hole, holding Scott to his hard and sturdy frame.] Everything of you is mine. Understand? Say it.

[Derek might be surprised at all of the things that Scott was into, or that he'd realize he was into by being with the alpha. He didn't expect to like being spanked, but the way he moaned, his ass raised in the air, and his perpetually hard cock now, throbbing between his legs, were all proof that a little punishment was something he wanted.

Scott didn't see his words as defiance. He was just saying what both of them wanted, and moving things along.]

You already split me in the car. I can take it. [Somehow, being fucked was way easier than trying to blow Derek. His body was just adapting to take his alpha mate's cock. There was still the sting of pain as Derek thrust into him, the feeling that he'd break, but it always came with pleasure unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

And now he could really enjoy it, holding tightly to Derek's hand, holding it closely as Derek thrusts into him. He can stretch out, they can move, and he feel the strength that Derek had, the raw power he could put behind each thrust, and maybe Derek wasn't kidding about splitting him, but it felt so good that he didn't care, and he moans uninhibitedly into the sheets, pushing back to meet each thrust.]

I'm yours. [He whimpers.] Don't belong to Stiles. [That was easy. He didn't want to be with Stiles like this. The second part... That was harder, because there was a time that he thought Allison was something special to him. She still was, but never like this... Not anymore.] I'm not Allison's...

[Scott definitely wouldn't be walking for a while, the way that Derek was fucking him, pushing him to his limits as he rocks with each thrust, the attention to his prostate and the way his cock rubs against the sheets keeping a steady supply of pre-come soaking the sheets.] I'm yours, Derek. Everything I am, I have... Everything I'll ever be is yours.

And I don't want it any other way.

[It's selfish of him to make Scott say those things, he knows, and yet there's a place in him, a wide, gaping and yawning hole of emptiness that needs to hear it, feeds off it. He could hear the difficulty it took to say he wasn't Allison's and he couldn't even feel bad for the triumph he felt, just gave Scott another explosive push of his hips.]

As is with me. I'm yours, too, Scott. [A promise whispered into the younger werewolf's ear. He didn't ever want to let Scott go. Maybe him not being able to walk for a while was a good thing, and Derek would personally make a call to Melissa if it meant keeping Scott here a while longer.] Yours in every way possible....

[The last comes out as a growl, snarling before biting onto his mate's neck, eyes so bright they could guide a ship through an angry storm. Suddenly, he envies Peter being the one to gift Scott with the Bite... He unravels himself from Scott, pushing back onto one knee and one foot and held on tightly to his waist as he buried that steel pipe of his impossibly deep into Scott's body.

He didn't have to see that Scott was leaking like a dripping faucet, he could smell it on the air. His sheets would be a personal heaven disguised in their tangled scents of arousal, desperation, eagerness, and need. Derek ran his hand up Scott's bare back, their bodies damp with sweat, to run his fingers through his midnight hair.]

[It was hard for him to say that he wasn't Allison's anymore, but in a way it was a huge weight off of his shoulders. He cared about her, that was undeniable, and he'd wanted to explore what they'd had, but being forced to say that he wasn't hers anymore... It was freeing, it was what he needed because he knew it was true. They'd broken up months ago, and he was holding out for her on the fear of the blood oath. Now that the fear was gone though, and the contract had brought him all of this, he didn't need to think about it anymore. His heart, his body... His everything belonged to Derek Hale, and he didn't realize that it did even before now, since they'd first met.]

I love you, Derek. [He murmurs in response to Derek promising to be his too. It's all he can think of to reply to that. It was one thing to be Derek's, but for Derek to be his makes his chest feel so tight it could burst, which would be fitting while he's being split open by Derek's thick cock. He wanted to be with Derek as much as possible. He was already wondering if it was too soon to consider staying with Derek on a more permanent basis. Derek could enforce it with the contract, at least...

Scott winces at the bite to his neck, but it's a different kind of pleasure. It keeps his eyes bright and golden, and it forces his claws out, though he's careful not to dig them into Derek's hand, but his other hand is tangled and tearing through the fabric. He'd have to pay for that later.

And the hand in his hair is exactly what he'd expect from Derek, the beta arching his back and pushing back onto Derek's cock, getting more into it and moving to meet each savage thrust. He didn't want gentle, he wanted this frenzied, horny desperation and for Derek to knot him again. He needed that blissful feeling more than he realized. This was for Derek right now, he wanted to be used for his pleasure.]

[The shredded the sheets barely faze him. He doesn't even miss a in beat pounding into his betrothed like it was their last night together. All his focus was on Scott, the sheets be damned. They were going to end being changed and washed either way it went. Maybe now his mother teaching him how to sew one summer night many years ago would come in handy.

A growl rips from his chest. Derek had been nearing that edge again, the pressure beginning to build at the base of his spine. He pulls Scott upright against him, an arm securing itself around McCall's waist while his other hand tipped the teen's head back for a heavy and rough kiss.

The beginning of the knot had formed, bumping against that waiting hole each time he pushed in and out, but Derek hadn't been ready to tie them just yet. He continued on, face buried in Scott's hair and he suddenly laughs. This would definitely be one way of keeping Peter from lurking into his loft. As a matter of fact, if they kept this up, they'd chase away the pack definitely. Granted, Derek had no problem with that.

He barely notices, so absorbed in his thoughts and all the possibilities being with Scott had created, the knot slips inside, half the size of his fist and growing still. Within minutes he had knotted Scott fully and kept him close to keep him from moving too much.]

[Scaring away Peter was a bonus, Scott didn't even want to think of the things he'd say if he stuck around for this kind of show. The older wolf just had a way of getting under his skin and reading Scott better than the teen liked, maybe because he'd been the one to give him the Bite. The rest of the pack moving somewhere else was good too... It might have been selfish, but the idea of having a place alone with Derek, building a life with the alpha... eventually starting a family... It was all in the back of Scott's mind now, no longer with fear or apprehension, but excitement.

This wasn't the time to be thinking about that though, especially not when he feels the knot force it's way inside him a lot less painfully now that he knew what to expect.

Scott presses back against Derek's chest, relying on him for support. His hand comes up to tangle and grip Derek's hair, holding him for the kiss and not letting him pull back, Scott's lips lingering over his mate's even as he grunts with each thrust. It was too much.

He guides Derek's hand, the one his fingers were laced with down between his legs. Scott was not so subtly pleading for his lover to take his cock, help him finish, or hold him so that he couldn't finish, not until Derek was too...

It was harder than he thought to hold back though, especially with the growing knot applying a constant pressure to his prostate and the alpha's scent was starting to overwhelm him. He was made for this. He wanted it. Scott bites at Derek's lip, trying to spur him on and get them both over the edge.]

[Derek smirks at the fingers currently tangled in his hair, a cross between a breathless chuckle and a groan follows when he knocks his hips forward into Scott from behind, applying more pressure to the knot. He stays close, obeying the hand in his hair, teasing tiny kisses everywhere but Scott's mouth as his hand's guided down between Scott's legs, seizing him tight to hold back his orgasm.

He really hopes Scott didn't think Derek would be assisting with that, at least no time soon. He wanted the moment to be explosive, a moment of blinding bliss and rapture only the two of them would know together.] Wait for me... [He says muffled against his lip being bitten, licking at both it and his way back into Scott's mouth, because yeah, that was definitely one way of spurring him on.

He could do this forever. Honestly, if every moment was like this; spent alone and holding Scott, keeping him all to himself; Derek would be the happiest being on the planet. A real shame neither of them could stop time.

The fingers around the base of Scott's cock suddenly tighten just barely crossing the line of painful. The swelling of his own cock was ready to explode...] Ready for my puppies, Scott? [A rasp of words against Scott's ear then suddenly a gasp when the knot shoots his huge load into Scott, hand still unrelenting around his lover's junk.]

[Despite the wince and the needy, slightly pained groan that escapes Scott's lips when Derek grips the base of his cock, he was relieved for it. He didn't want to cum too fast. He didn't want to reach his climax without his mate right there with him.

The command to wait for Derek only further cements that need, only it wasn't easy to live up to with Derek's lips against his, his tongue brushing against his, and the alpha's cock still drilling hard into him, swelling and tugging and trying to push him over the edge.

And any other situation? Scott might have been a bit annoyed by Derek mentioning puppies, especially after the whole pregnancy bomb being dropped on him. Right now though? Scott can only manage a needy whimper and desperate little] Please... Give it to me Derek. Breed me.

[And then he feels the knot growing to an impossible size and flooding him with his mate's hot seed, and Scott cries out, bucking into Derek's hand, feeling his own climax surging through his body, his muscles squeezing hard around the knot and giving Derek all the signs that Scott was in heaven... Except for that he hasn't been allowed to come yet, Derek's grip almost painful as it holds him back, making Scott's eyes screw shut as his thrusts into Derek's hand, begging for his mate to be compassionate and let him come with him.]

[There would be a day when they wouldn't be relying on contraception to stop Scott from becoming pregnant. When the knot that ties them together would mean an all together different thing than the togetherness and belonging it represents now. It's a distant future Derek clings to and patiently awaits, but they have so much other great things to do in between now and then that he won't dwell too much.

Hurled into a white emptiness where the only thing he knows is pleasure, Derek almost misses the silent indication to relent his hold on Scott. His mind's obliterated when he does, helping Scott to find his own release, and Derek thought he'd be prepared for the onslaught of over-sensitized pleasure, but he's not.

He hunches over, thankful for Scott being there to lean on. Still, even that's not enough and he collapses forward, catching himself on one hand to keep himself upright and from crushing Scott. The movement steals a shudder of a moan from Derek who breathes heavily through the two climaxes, eyes a bright crimson, but his vision fractured like looking through a heavenly kaleidoscope.]

Glad you're staying the night... [His voice has been reduced to a small husk muffled into Scott's neck, idly stroking at his cock still.] I didn't have the courage to ask myself. [And then the side of Scott's face, his neck, his shoulder, were all peppered with tiny appreciative and amorous kisses.]

[Scott was starting to look forward to the the future now too, even the part where he and Derek would have children. He might not have been looking forward to being the one carrying Derek's puppies, and definitely not right now. He didn't want to be one of those teen moms, but Scott always wanted a family. And a kid that gets the best of both him and Derek? They'd be beautiful, and damn near perfect.

And no, he's not thinking about all of this right now because he's he's in heaven. Slightly painful turned mindblowingly explosive and perfect heaven. When Derek's hand releases it's vice on Scott's cock, the reaction is immediate, and Scott shoots harder than he ever has in his life, and some of it might have even missed them and the bed, and he just doesn't care right now as his body is overwhelmed with pleasure and Derek

He collapses onto the bed, panting breathlessly and feeling Derek against him. He's feeling pretty exhausted now, just sinking into the mattress and getting lost in Derek's scent, the feeling of his body, and just... How safe Derek feels now. He wants this to last, he doesn't want to pull away or be apart, so...]

I can stay longer. [It was hard to imagine Derek not having the courage to do something, but he just smiles as he hears it.] If you want me to. [His fingers just slowly trace up and down Derek's arm as he turns his head to look up at his alpha.] You're my mate. My place is with you, so just... Tell me to stay, and I'm here.

[Believe it or not, Scotty, there were plenty things Derek didn't have the courage to do. He only went to Scott's school today out of his stubbornness, his blind duty to follow his family's will and enforce the blood oath whether or not Scott liked it. To become a better person, though that meant he had to move on from the lingering resentment of his family's death that constantly plagues his mind.

He's not ready. Maybe it's fear that he'll forget them if he does even if he knows how absurd that is. He managed to preserve some pictures from the old Hale house that he usually looked through, but those weren't enough. Truth is, Derek has gotten used to his pain and scars. They're familiar and hold no ugly surprises...

And Scott. Derek holds him tighter when he mentions staying longer, the knot still breeding him. Scott's a healing balm that sort of just applies itself. A catalyst to move on. It's what they would want for him, right, his family? Not to slowly turn into the likes of his uncle Peter.]

I want you to stay longer. [Derek says quickly, uncertainly, looking back at Scott's smiling face.] But I want it to be your choice, too. [There's been too many consent issues during his beginning days as the new alpha in Beacon Hills, maybe now was as good a time as any to change that.]

And I don't want to completely kidnap you from your mother until she's ready to kick you out herself. [Because again, he really doesn't want Melissa McCall bearing down his door.]

[Scott wouldn't believe it. Derek might not have always had the right idea, but he always did what he needed to... Or thought he did. Scott admired that, since usually he was clueless, and didn't know how to act until it was too late.

He didn't want Derek to forget about his family either. In fact, he kind of wanted to know more about Derek's, and possibly now his, family. From Derek instead of a police report or Peter... Talia Hale would have been someone he could really admire. He wasn't going to ask though, and if he could ease just a tiny bit of Derek's burden and pain, then he would be happy.

Of course, the one time that Scott actually wants to talk to him like his alpha, Derek takes into account what the younger wolf might want. Still, that's really good too, since he didn't have to feel subordinate, even as he's sprawling out on the bed, getting comfortable with Derek while still being pumped full of his mate's cum.]

I'll stay on weekends, after school... The nights that Mom works the graveyard shift. [He's not going to address Derek allowing it to be his choice, because it should be obvious by now what Scott wanted.] If that's what you want too. [He wouldn't smother him.]

And you'll have to talk to my mom eventually. I'll help, obviously. [Since she's of Derek's... Mother in law... Sort of.] She's going to love you, I promise.

[Derek nods. It's all he can do at first while empties the last of his seed inside his mate, arms still wrapped securely around him.] Actually, it'd be nice to have someone else here other than myself, I guess. [While Cora was certainly a Hale, Derek's hermit ways didn't quite rub off on her and so she actually had a life on the weekends beyond brooding the loss of their family.

That was good. For the most part. Derek did tend to be a little protective considering she was his younger and only living sister. But now he'd have a welcomed distraction.]

Somehow I doubt that. I'm not exactly the type of guy many mothers want their...kid dating. [There's a longing pause between them.] How does she feel about any of this, anyway? Not just the oath, but you being with another guy, as well.

[Yeah, Scott was definitely going to need some help moving later. His body was exhausted in the most pleasing way possible, he was sore though too, and Derek had filled him up so much he had no idea how he was going to keep it all... Yet he was so comfortable and happy.]

So is this a thing where I should leave clothes and a toothbrush here, or... [He thinks it is, he doesn't think he's wrong, at least. But he's still trying to figure this out, and he doesn't want to assume too much. If Derek wants him to kind of... move in, he'd be here without a second thought, but if it's just for visits, then he'd do that too.

He just wants Derek, and he's holding onto the arm around him still, his thumb lightly brushing over it idly as he goes silent, trying to think of how to answer that.] Some of your reputation was my fault... [Like having Derek arrested for murder.] I know that she'll like you once she gets to know you and stops seeing you as the big bad alpha wolf. Because I like you.

[He shrugs a little, pressing back a bit more to keep Derek inside him and close.] She didn't like the oath. That was all my dad, and... [He lets that trail off... His father wasn't something they talked about anymore.] She won't mind me being with a guy, though. She actually... Gave me a talk about that already a couple years ago, when she thought Stiles and I were getting too close.

[Fortunately for Scott, Derek had plans later on to help him into the shower so they could both get cleaned up. It's been sometime since he's even vaguely considered a nap, but after two amazing rounds with Scott, Derek was starting to feel the fatigue pour in even though his inner wolf tried to sway him otherwise.

Derek nuzzles his scruffy cheek against the warmth of Scott's back, his free hand sliding up to comfortably knead at his shoulder.] This is exactly that. There are even spare drawers. [Because Derek alone didn't take up much space. A kiss to the center of his back just below his neck. Derek wanted this to feel like home as much as his mother's did.

Don't remind him. He still remembers how badly he wanted to rip Scott's and Stiles' heads off after being placed into the back of that cruiser. He's been exonerated, but no, Scott blaming the killings on him didn't exactly help the dimmed and ugly light people now see him in. He'll have to make that up to Derek sometime.] I hope you're right.

[A pause.] You and Stiles were 'getting too close'? [Jealousy? Not exactly. More like protective. He shifts to look at Scott, not an accusing stare, but a knowing one because he knows what it's like to lose a parent. He's just glad Scott doesn't know how it feels to lose both.] I'm sorry about your dad.

[Derek was there while the oath was being made, he was small then, so his memory's a little fragmented. The only thing he remembers of Scott's father was the back of his head and glimpse of the side of his profile before he hid around the corner again to avoid being caught.]

[Scott can't help smiling at little at the nuzzling and attention to the back of his neck, nuzzling into the sheets under him and breathing in Derek's scent clinging to them, already mixing with his own from their activities.]

I want to be here as much as possible. [Meaning he just wants to be with Derek as much as he can. He knew that he couldn't just tell his mother he was leaving, even if it was just into town. She had been dreading this day just as much as he had before now.] And you can always stay with me too, you know. My window is always open.

[And even though can see the protective way that Derek looks at him, and he hears the apology with regards to his father, Scott just shrugs. Who knew where his father was now? He remembers sitting down to the dinner when his parents told him they were getting a divorce, and since then... He didn't think about it much. They were better off without him.

So, instead, he focuses on the Stiles question, because jealous or not, Derek was probably thinking about it at least a little. After all, he made Scott declare that he didn't belong to his best friend even before Allison.]

Nothing happened between Stiles and me. We were just spending a lot more time with each other than... Anybody else, but we were just friends, you know? We didn't have many back then.

I'll visit, I don't know about staying, though. Your room smells like feet and dirty laundry, Scott. [Having a heightened sense of smell wasn't always so convenient. There were somethings you regretted being able to smell. He combs his fingers back into Scott's hair.] But you can stay here as long as you want, then hopefully live here when we talk to your mom.

[Blunt nails rake gently against Scott's scalp. Derek is all ears as he explains his and Stiles' tightly knit friendship and how it was mistaken by Melissa. Derek's sure she's not the only who must have assumed the same thing.]

And now you have plenty. All because a bite made you better at lacrosse. [The swelling of the knot has gone down a lot since Derek came a second time for the day, some of the semen finding its way out, but he's not pulling out anytime soon; He wants to remain connected as long as he can.] Sometimes I wish we could start over. That Stiles was bitten by Peter instead, and I would later offer you the Bite when you were mine.

Fine, then the times I'm at home, you can come over and at least say goodnight. [Yes, Scott is still a bit pushy, not quite the docile beta for Derek. And he's definitely not talking about a simple goodnight kiss either. Though, he rolls his eyes at the comment about how his room smells.] You're not worried I'll make this place smell like my room too? And I thought you liked my scent.

[He teases, but it's hard for him to even joke when he has Derek's fingers in his hair, and he's trying to hold Derek inside him despite the shrinking not, groaning softly as he tries to keep his mate's seed. He'd probably need to get the contraception pills eventually, before they both pass out for who knows how long.]

It wasn't just lacrosse. It... Made me confidence. It gave me the confidence to do things I never would have done otherwise. [Like ask Allison out, but he's not bringing that up at at time like this.] If I didn't get it when I did though... I don't think I would have wanted it.

[Though the sentiment was sweet, and he turns enough to press his lips to Derek's jawline.] Besides, you might not have given me the bite, but you have me. I was always more yours than I ever was Peter's. You were the one who helped me, tried to teach me... Even when I was too stubborn to listen.

Every night you're not here? [He questions incredulously as if that were asking a little much. It seemed a little demanding, but Derek's not exactly complaining. He knows he'll end up staying the night more than he'd like in Scott's smelly sock room.] You don't smell like socks. Also, you're going to pick up your clothes whenever you're here. Seriously.

[Like the backpack they left near the lift. It was literally the last thing on his mind then, but when they've finally gotten some rest, he will more than likely say something about it.

And Scott has a point. He had a bigger claim on the teen than Peter ever could or will. Still, part of him wouldn't stop wishing. He makes a sound of satisfaction at the kiss, turning his own face to catch Scott for an actual kiss.]

You're still stubborn and don't listen, nothing's really changed there. [Derek will still try and break that, even if he knows it's an effort to be wasted in the process of trying. Having someone not flinch back in fear each time his brows furrowed would be nice, and having someone question his poor leadership skills would be even better. It's what Derek needed to be a better alpha. Maybe even a better mate and person in general.] I plan to change that.

Either that or I'll have to ride out here for the night to see you. [You only think that Scott's kidding right now. The idea of not seeing Derek for a day was kind of unacceptable to Scott for the moment, and he'd even clean his room really well when he gets home if it means Derek would stay more. He'll even life a candle if he has to.

The point is that Scott is having a hard time thinking of any waking moment right now that he doesn't want to be with Derek, and maybe that was coming from his establishment as Derek's beta... Or his mate. Or maybe he was just in that blissful, honeymoon, stage like he felt with Allison...

Only he knew that this wasn't just a temporary teenage love.]

Good luck. [Scott murmurs into the kiss, nipping at Derek's lip.] You get the final say though, as long as you don't have to kill everyone.

[Seriously, there was no need for Scott to worry. Between the two of them, there probably wouldn't be a moment that was spent without their other half. Well, aside for the times Scott was at school, in which Derek could deal with the few hours without him. Or so he tells himself now.

Finally, Derek moves to slide out of Scott with a deep groan, settling onto the bed beside him and pulling the younger wolf to himself, disregarding their mess. Honestly, he couldn't even fathom making it to the shower at this point.]

We'll take turns. I'll come to you and stay even, but only if you learn to clean up. [That's one thing Melissa could thank him for, at least. He kisses Scott's chin after receiving the nip then rubbed his face beneath into his mate's neck until he had found himself a comfortable spot. His voice is almost muffled when he speaks again.] And I promised no killing. Not unless it was absolutely necessary.

[And as history has shown, Scott doesn't do "a few hours" well. He can last a few hours for school though, at least since it might be problematic if Derek started hanging around the school again. That might end up being problematic, but Scott won't complain about being picked up in the afternoons... Though Stiles might have a thing or two to say about it.

Scott moans as well as he feels Derek pulling out, the sound soft and more like a whimper. He didn't like the sudden emptiness, the feeling of loss when he felt so full and perfect before, and it becomes obvious just how used his hole was as he feels Derek's seed coating his thighs.]

I'll clean. I'll vacuum and everything. [He replies quickly and turns to wrap his arms around his mate, humming pleasantly at the small kisses and bite before Derek finds himself comfortably in his neck. Scott can't help that he's smiling right now, even though his body was sore, he's not even sure he could stand for a shower right now, and he'd need to remember to take his pill when they woke up. Right now, he was happy, reveling in Derek's scent and warmth.] Then you can change me... I'm your wolf.

[Scott would be hearing Stiles' complaining, for they both know Stiles won't dare confront Derek with his butt-hurt problems, who would either shrug him off or give him that glaring look he does so well.]

I'll believe it when I see it. [The alpha murmurs from his place against Scott's neck. If he said he only liked the way his mate held him, he'd be lying, because truth was, Derek never wanted to leave this embrace with Scott. He wanted to wake up this way, in Scott's arms and Scott in his. This new cuddling creature only reveals himself to Scott while the others could never know - fearsome leader and a reputation to uphold and all that.]

Don't change, Scott. [Indecisive is Scott's mate. As he lies there nestled against the other wolf, Derek has to admit that changing Scott wouldn't necessarily be good for them both, and Derek himself wouldn't necessarily feel any better for doing it. Honestly, he was being selfish and trying to save himself plenty of headaches in the long run, but now, he'll just have to deal.] But you can still clean your room...

[Scott would find time for Stiles too... Eventually. Right now though, he's feeling the honeymoon phase of a new relationship and even the thought of being away from Derek for too long seemed awful.]

You might be surprised. [The beta smiles a little, wrapping his arms a little tighter around Derek, holding him closely. It was possessive, and Scott is honestly a little surprised that Derek is letting him do this or that the alpha would be the one nuzzling into his neck and being held. It wasn't just about Derek being the alpha leader, but it makes Scott feel trusted, and the he isn't only the beta or the mate, but he can also somehow be Derek's support, that he can make his alpha feel safe and protected too.

The indecisiveness just gets a small laugh from him. Really, Scott couldn't imagine changing too much. He was still too stubborn and self-assured in who he was. He'd spent so long trying to convince himself that he didn't need Derek, and while it was completely untrue, Scott at least wasn't planning to sacrifice his values just to please Derek. Still, he'd do just about anything to make the other wolf happy.] I just want you to be happy, Derek. You don't have to hold onto your burdens alone.

OOC: did we want to wrap this up or continue here or even on another thread? I'm fine with either one.

[It just so happens, that's all Derek wanted at the moment, for his turn to be held, safe and protected in the arms of the one person who'd care the most. Otherwise, it would be Derek who was holding Scott instead, but he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity before he had the chance to decide differently and he's glad he hasn't. His home - their home - feels so much more alive and safe with Scott there.

This entire time, ever since the beginning, Derek has been depending on the younger wolf as much as he's been depending on Derek. Maybe more than they cared to admit back then.]

I'm happy now. [Derek shifts enough to see Scott. Their bond has grown so much over the past few hours, every time Derek sees him he swears he can feel a flurry of butterflies flutter around in his chest, and it's then he knows he'd do anything for Scott, as well.] Are you happy? With me, I mean. With us?

[[OOC: We could wrap this one up probably, but I'd love to continue or start something new in another thread if you want! I'm kind of way into them.]]

[Everything had been leading up to this. This moment, before he even knew there was a blood oath at all, Scott had always been moving inevitably to this conclusion. He'd only been denying it since the beginning because he didn't understand, but it was always Derek, and maybe things would have been easier and good like this sooner if he'd just trusted that the older wolf was right, that he had his best interests at heart. He just couldn't admit that he needed Derek back then.

But he could do this now. He could protect his mate, defend his alpha, and whenever it was needed, he would be here to hold him and strong for him. It was only right that he do so, and Derek deserved it. It wasn't fair that he hard to be strong all the time or carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. Scott would carry him.]

Never been happier. [He smiles genuinely, pressing his lips lightly against Derek's head. He meant it, he really was happy... Sore too, but in the best way, and there's a tightness and warmth in his chest every time he thinks about this... Every time Derek says "us".] Mine.

(ooc: I was actually going to suggest that next, these two are really awesome together.)

Yours. [He nods his head back into the other wolf's chest, glad he had somewhere to hide the fragility itched across his face as the reassurance in the strength of his mate's arms encase him in a protective love. It reminds him of the nights his mother held him at night to help him sleep when he was only a small boy. He holds that body closer to him and presses a kiss to Scott's chest.]

Everything I am will always be yours. [This was actually more than he deserved. He hasn't done anything to redeem himself for all the bad he's done, the bad he was willing to do all for selfish acts. Overtime, he hopes he'll become more deserving of Scott's love and affection. For now though, he cling to him as he sleeps to make sure he doesn't vanish into a poof of smoke in his troubled dreams.]

you are the reason i stay alive

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