"I'm not afraid of you," Jackson gripped the lacrosse stick tight and faced Derek, stared him down while trying to hide how terrified he really was.
"I don't think there's been a day in your life you haven't been afraid," said Derek, a hard sneer on his face. He could hear Jackson's heart beating a frantic pace, could smell the fear wafting off of him like cheap cologne and he loved it. Derek took a step forward, stalked towards Jackson when the boy swung.
Derek ducked beneath the stick and tackled Jackson to the ground. The boy struggled, he tossed and turned, got a foot in between them, planted it firmly on Derek's chest, and kicked. Derek flew across the locker room and landed hard against a wall with a loud 'umph'. Jackson should have run then, he should have fled the way his brain was begging him to, instead he was up and stalked over to where Derek lay on the ground and began kicking him with all his strength, and tried hard to hurt the man who had become an invasive shadow in his life.
Ever since Derek had scratched him, dug his clawing deep into the back of his neck, Jackson hadn't been able to stop thinking about the man, dreaming about him, smelling him, hearing him, feeling him, and seeing memories that weren't his own. It was horrible and intrusive and all Jackson wanted to do was beg Derek to make it stop, to take him, to do any fucking thing, Jackson just wanted the horrible visions and the ache in his head to stop. Instead, Jackson kicked Derek until the older man grabbed his foot and twisted, Jackson felt his body roll and suddenly he was on the ground, his foot in horrible burning pain.
Derek stood as Jackson tried to fight through the pain in his twisted ankle. Derek stood over Jackson and grabbed the boys head, gripped the hair tight in his fist and lifted it high before bringing it back down to the ground with all his strength. The crack reverberated around the room and inside Jackson's skull, Derek did it again and again, over and over, the crack and slap of Jackson head against the cement floor echoed through the empty locker room. He didn't stop until the smell of blood filled his nose and made him dizzy, he let go of the head and it slap one last time in a pool of blood.
Derek looked down at the boy with wide eyes and released a shaky breathe. He lifted Jackson up and laid him face down on a bench between the lockers. He pulled thick black zip ties from his back pocket and laid them on Jackson's back. Derek then attached one wrist to a leg of the bench and did the same to the other. Jackson's ankles got the same treatment until the boy was firmly attached to the bench. Derek then bent over and began licking the gaping hole in Jackson head. He did it until the wound closed off, until Jackson let out a pathetic weak whimper.
Derek found scissors inside one of the lockers. He slowly cut away the clothes on Jackson's back until his shirt laid in pieces on the floor. Then, Derek cut at Jackson shorts until they came loose and Derek could slip them out from under him. Jackson was left with nothing on but a jockstrap, it was black and helped bring out the paleness of his skin, but soon that was on the floor along with the rest of Jackson's discarded clothes. Derek smirked, his hands itched to touch the expanse of flesh, he stretched his hand out, pressed it firmly on the Jackson's back and slid it back. He did it again with his claws and watched thin red lines appear, they welled with blood and Derek licked them clean.
Peter had sent him to kill Jackson, he knew too much according to Peter, but the alpha had also seen the scratches on Jackson's neck, knew what they meant, Derek's mating claim, and if Derek had let it fester to the point that it was driving Jackson crazy, well…it would be a mercy to kill him. Derek disagreed, he'd tried over and over to tell the boy that he belonged to him, to accept the mating claim, but each time Derek would do something wrong, would scare him away, would hurt him, and this was his last chance, he needed to finish the claim, he needed to mate, he needed his mate.
He lowered himself completely over Jackson's body, slotted into place, and nuzzled the boy's neck, rubbed himself against Jackson's ass, and nipped the boy's neck. Jackson groaned underneath him, he was still trying to come to, blood covered his face and the wound still oozed slowly, but the bones were hole, and his brain, while rattled, was undamaged.
Derek smiled, all teeth, and licked Jackson's neck, could taste blood and savored the flavor, it was an aphrodisiac, made him light headed and dizzy and he wanted more, he wanted to feel the warm blood pour over his tongue and down his throat, Derek wanted to drown in it. His parents had once told him that some werewolves had an unbearable need to feed on human flesh, became stronger because of it, but would turn feral as their wolf took over. Derek hadn't understood that, could never imagine it, he could now, tasting Jackson's blood, why a person could be driven to cannibalism. But Derek didn't want to feed on Jackson, he needed to fuck the boy, to plunge deep into him and stay there forever, to finally claim his mate.
Derek stood and methodically began to remove his clothes, folded them neatly and left them in a pile next to his shoes. He walked in front of Jackson and watched the boy open his eyes and look around hazily. Derek slapped him lightly to get his attention, then a little harder when that didn't work. Finally, Jackson seemed to come awake suddenly, he looked at Derek and flinched, pulled at his arms and feet ineffectually and started to panic.
"Jackson look at me…Look at me!" Roared Derek and Jackson's eyes slowly lifted. "You know what's going to happen now don't you? I know you've been dreaming about it, I know how bad you've wanted it and I'm going to give it to you. Don't fight me…you'll regret it," said Derek. He walked back around, watched as Jackson began to shiver. Derek smelled it again, his fear, but he needed to do this, his body was begging him as much as Jackson's own was, and didn't have time to be romantic.
Derek got a bottle of lube from his pants pocket and flicked the cap open. He poured out a stream onto his fingers and ran that over Jackson's hole, along his crack. He placed his other hand over Jackson's lower back to keep him in place. Jackson was shivering badly; Derek rubbed his back absentmindedly in an attempt to calm him. He slowly inserted one finger, all the way to the knuckle.
"Derek…not…not like this…please," pleaded Jackson.
"You made me do this," answered Derek.
He added another finger, then a third, twisted them around, spread them out in an attempt to stretch the muscled ring. He plunged deep and then pulled out before doing it again and again. Finally he couldn't take it anymore. He lowered himself over Jackson again, slotted them back into place and rubbed himself against Jackson's slick skin.
The boy struggled, he pulled on his restraints and tried kicking his legs, he bucked and twisted and tried hard to pull free. But all that did was turn Derek on more than he already was, his twisting and turning thrilled him, Derek wanted to conquer Jackson in a way no one in the boy's life had or ever would. He lined his dick up with Jackson's puckered hole and in one swift movement he plunged himself deep into Jackson. The boy gasped, his body went rigid and his muscles bunched up. Tears slid down the corner of his eyes, air was caught in his throat along with his shout. The pain was incredible and sharp, like a knife sliding into him, it burned unbearably. He tried breathing, but Derek's body over his was an unbearable stone that kept him from taking a deep breathe.
In his haze Jackson threw his head back and slammed it straight into Derek's nose. Derek growled and pulled out only to slam back in, this time Jackson shouted one quick yell. "Don't move, don't struggle, and I might not hurt you," growled Derek into Jackson ear as the boy whimpered and lowered his head to the bench, Derek used his hands to lift Jackson's hips up.
Derek waited. He stilled his movement and allowed Jackson all the time he needed to adjust to Derek's size. Finally, Derek started a slow steady roll of his hips and loved the velvety smoothness of Jackson's insides, it was so hot, so smooth, and incredibly tight. Derek sighed, 'finally' he thought.
He rolled his hips slowly, and soon started to pull out a bit more each time until he was thrusting fully out and in. Every time he crashed into Jackson the boy would let out a breathy gasp. Jackson bit his lip in an attempt to keep quite. It hurt, bad, but the longer Derek fucked him the pain seemed to fade away leaving him on the precipice of arousal. Jackson felt something deep inside him, a fullness that almost made him feel good.
Derek picked up his pace, he pulled out fast and pushed in hard enough to move Jackson and tear reluctant groans out of the boy. Tears slowly streaked down his blood stained face as Jackson gripped his hands around the bench legs and held on while Derek pounded in to him.
It felt like forever to Jackson, an eternity of Derek almost making him feel good, of all most hitting something inside him that begged to be touched, an eternity of being embarrassed, taken completely, leaving Jackson broken, ripped open and exposed. Suddenly, Derek stiffened above him, he thrust in harder than before and bite his shoulder hard, sunk his teeth deep into his flesh and drank. Jackson felt something inside him, felt Derek grow impossible large, it hurt again, stretched his ring to its limit and stopped there. Derek panted around his shoulder, his mouth was still wrapped around the curve of his shoulder as he drank down Jackson's blood.
Derek lay down completely over Jackson, found the boys hands and interlocked their fingers. He had never knotted anyone before, no one had told him how it would feel, what would happen, no one had warned him that it was bliss. No one had told him the fount of love that would flow out of his chest for his mate, for the person that allowed him that pleasure. Derek was blind and overwhelmed.
Jackson skin was on fire, Derek was nuzzling his neck and licking his bite, cleaning the blood off, and all of it was driving Jackson wild. He was trembling, he wasn't aroused before, but whatever had happened to Derek had sent an electric current straight through Jackson's body and plunged him deep into unbearable arousal. He was so hard and on the verge of an incredible orgasm, but something was missing, he needed something to send him over the edge. He was whimpering he realized, he couldn't stop, all he could do was squeeze Derek's hands and hold on and hope that something would push him over the edge.
Derek realized that his hands were covered in something warm and sticky. When he looked down he saw that the zip ties had cut deep into Jackson's wrist. He cut them away with a pinch of his claws and brought Jackson's wrist to his mouth and he licked away at the wound until it disappeared leaving behind a rusty mess of blood. He did the same with the other wrist before stretching back and releasing the boys ankles, he wasn't going anywhere, not with Derek firmly knotted inside him. Derek grabbed Jackson around the waist and in one fluid motion lifted him up and off the bench before sitting back down on it. To an outside observer it would look like Jackson was sitting in Derek's lap.
Jackson started to tremble harder, the heat was flowing through his body and Derek was running his hands down his chest, his abs, and it was all driving him crazy. He was so hard it hurt, and when Derek gripped his dick and gave one slick stroke, he came harder than he ever had in his life. His dick twitched and spewed over and over again, painting his body and Derek's hand and arm in white. The worst part was he didn't soften, his flesh remained hard and primed for another orgasm, it was incredible and brutal, a mercy and torture. Derek shushed him and petted his body but it was making it worse, arousing him even further. Jackson shuddered again and felt a second electric surge and he was coming, less than before but still his dick twitched and shuddered while Jackson rode out his orgasm with a loud moan.
"This is it, no more disobedience, no more bullshit, from now on your mine and will do what I say. Okay," Derek waited for Jackson to respond but he didn't. Derek growled, "Do you like your mate's knot inside you Jackson, do you like feeling full to the brim, can you feel my arousal mix with yours," he emphasized each statement with a pump from his hips, dug his knot deeper into the younger man, "Jackson answer me!"
"Yes!' shouted Jackson through clenched teeth, "I want it, I've wanted it for so long—"
"Then why did you resists, why did you fight me ever step of the way?"
"Because all you fucking do is talk about is Scott, where's Scott? How is? Have you seen him? And how the fuck was I supposed to compete with that, how was I supposed to get your attention when none of you will give me the bite, how was I supposed to be good enough when you look at me with such hatred." Jackson bite his lip, he refused to say more.
Derek tried hard to hold on to the bliss of the moment, but Jackson's words had cut deep. It was true, the only time he'd ever spent with his mate was when he was looking for Scott. But he never hated Jackson, he could never, not his mate, but he hated what he saw, he hated to see Jackson falling apart and becoming someone else. Someone who was cruel, had no empathy, and no sense of self, and all in an attempt to keep the world and the people around him out, to keep them from seeing something in himself that he so desperately hated.
Derek would stop it, he would do anything for his mate. He would take that thing Jackson hated about himself and kill it, would overshadow the whole thing with so much affection Jackson wouldn't know what to do with it. At that moment, Jackson began to shudder again, to shake as his dick gave hard powerful twitches and spewed the last of his seed onto his body in a small trickle. Derek could feel himself slowly emptying his own come into Jackson and thought maybe he knew what was happening, maybe his knot wouldn't subside until both he and Jackson were completely empty of come. At least he thought…
Derek sighed, "I don't hate you Jackson you just…frustrate me. I need you to listen to me, to obey me," he chuckled, "at least some times, for the important things. I need you to be good. As my mate what you do will all come back to me and I can't have you running around ruining my reputation, because what I do will all go back to you and I refuse to let people see you less than what you are, which is amazing…and beautiful…and mine." Derek nuzzled Jackson neck, ran his hands from Jackson's abs all the way up, caressed the boys skin all the way up to Jackson's chin and turned the head towards his and locked their lips in a deep wet kiss. Derek licked Jackson's lips until his mate opened his mouth and allowed him access. Derek tasted Jackson, and while he did he felt his body shuddering, felt Jackson following him, and together they had their last final orgasm, Derek's final ooze of come matched to Jackson's dry pulsing orgasm.
Jackson panted as his dick slowly flagged, he was completely spent. Derek squeezed his arms around him, brought their bodies close and tight, it was a hug, it was nice, and Jackson wasn't used to that. Jackson let his head fall onto Derek's shoulder. Derek spoke then, "I got you, I'm right here, just for you. Your mine, do you understand that?"
"Yes," said Jackson as relief flooded his body, he hadn't understood what was happening when Derek had scratched him in the halls. All he knew was that he wanted to spend the rest of his days with the man, to be near him, to have Derek look at him and smile instead of scowl and it scared him so much he ran from it because he wasn't good enough and Derek didn't understand that…But maybe he did, maybe he could make it all better.
Derek traced his hands along the bruises on Jackson's face, his black eye, the cuts along his lip and brow, the wound that stretched from the side of his forehead and disappeared up into his hair. He traced the bruises on his body; the deep finger imprints Derek had left there, the purple hands prints seared into Jackson's flesh. Derek knew it was wrong but he took pride in knowing that others would see that Jackson had been so roughly taken, that he belonged to someone else. He wanted to whole world to see, and they would. Derek licked Jackson shoulder where he bit and traced his tongue to the back of the boy's neck to the claw marks and licked those, made Jackson shudder and squirm as Derek softening dick slowly slipped out from him.
Jackson expected a stream of come to flow out of him when Derek pulled out, but it didn't. Derek stood and tried pulling Jackson up, but his legs were too weak and Derek had to half carry him half pull him into the showers where he cleaned both of them, washed the blood, the come, and the sweat off their bodies. He then dried Jackson off with a towel, he was surprisingly gentle, and then he dried himself. Derek got his clothes in the pile were he left them and dressed. He left Jackson leaning against a locker while he went to his car.
Jackson closed his eyes and focused on his body and the last few mintues…hours…of what had just happened. He felt both completely violated, destroyed, and utterly saved. It didn't make sense, Derek had walked into the locker room and scared the shit out of him, had looked at him with such contempt, and then had beat the shit out of him, fucked him and told him he loved him, and for some reason Jackson believed him. He felt so calm, so spent and tired, rung out, purged, but it was good. He was shocked out of his thoughts when something brushed his cheek, he looked up at Derek who had clothes in his hands, spares from his car. Derek helped him dress.
"Can you drive," asked Derek, Jackson shook his head no, he was too weak. Derek walked him out to his Porsche, to the passenger side and slid him into the seat, before sliding behind the wheel himself. He drove through the late night streets of Beacon Hills, and Jackson saw, on the radio, that it was two in the morning. He was cold and tired and just wanted to sleep in his bed, to get warm and just rest…and he wanted to do it with Derek.
When they reached his house Derek helped him out of the seat and walked him into his house and up to his room. Derek noticed small things, the pile of mail that was collecting on a table near the front door, the small layer of dust that had settled on everything, the quite, the emptiness and he knew that Jackson's parents hadn't been home in a long time.
Once in his room Jackson started to slowly undress until he was left in Derek's borrowed underwear. He turned to the older man and crossed his arms over his chest in a masculine, and yet embarrassed gesture. Derek undressed while Jackson watched, he walked up to Jackson, past him to his bed and pulled back the sheets, and gestured for Jackson to get in. He got on the bed himself after Jackson had rolled to one side and wrapped his arms around his mate and pulled him close, brought them together in a perfect fit, like to puzzle pieces. And they slept.