WARNING; MATURE ADULT CONTENT. CONTAINS; YAOI (MALE/MALE), SMUT AND SODOMY. BE AWARE THAT THIS IS A SEXUALLY DETAILED FAN STORY.
Author: Jannasaur
Genre(s): Romance / Supernatural
Fandom: Teen Wolf (2011)
Characters (pairing): Jackson Whittemore x Scott McCall
Summary:
Rewrite of the episode Shape Shifted: Tonight is the night Jackson's life changes forever, or at least that's what it was supposed to be. When Jackson's plans for an unearthly change don't go as expected, another surprise for Jackson turns up IN HIS ROOM. It seems like Jackson isn't the only one who is hungry for the night…
Disclaimer; I don't own Teen Wolf, nor its characters. All rights belong to the respectful owners. I make no money from this, it is purely fanmade for my own perverted reasons...
Warning; Rated M for Yaoi, BoyxBoy, Slash, Male/Male, Smut, Sodomy.
WARNING; MATURE ADULT CONTENT. CONTAINS; YAOI (MALE/MALE), SMUT AND SODOMY. BE AWARE THAT THIS IS A SEXUALLY DETAILED FAN STORY.
A rewrite of Teen Wolf Season 2, Episode 2: Shape Shifted
Aphotic Hunger
The lonesome and cimmerian night sky was pitch-black and lightless, all except for the misty light that exuded from behind foggy clouds that shielded the full moon, like ill-lighted drapes anxiously waiting to be risen in order to unveil the luminous light that shone brightly, as well as confidently from behind.
One of those whom had been waiting in anticipation of this event was Jackson, whose eyes watched the darkened sky with a profound longing. He could feel a change coming, and tonight would be the night that change made its impact upon him.
Jackson smiled with excitement as he turned from the window, and made his way towards the camera, which was sat on a tripod that allowed the object to stand upright.
He adjusted the recording device, making sure it was at a perfect angle before he started recording the epic event of what was to come, and which he did not intend on missing a single second of.
Upon seeing that the camera was at an accurate enough angle before he started to record the unravelling of tonight's upcoming events, Jackson strode towards a large mirror hung up on one of the walls within his bedroom. He observed his bare upper-torso, which even to Jackson was always a pleasing sight.
The male's enticing eyes, which were of varying colours of blue, green and gray (depending on the lighting), watched his own body, and his finger-tips that delicately strummed down his abdomen, sinking lower down his flesh towards his boxers which were black and snug around his crotch and ass. Jackson plucked the elastic waist of his boxers, and felt the material snap against his skin before slowly raising up both of his hands to observe them.
An uneasy flow of emotions eventually began to take form within his mind, which were a mixture of many, therefore the main topic of whatever fears or worries he felt were so hectic within his mind they became like an unstoppable and untameable tornado, swirling around uncontrollably through his brain and thoughts.
Jackson threw his gaze towards the moon again, which reminded him of all the wondrous abilities his new gift could give unto him, and despite the spine-chilling and frightening words that Derek had told him about the dangerous change his body was about to endure, Jackson just hoped, and prayed to an empty ink-jet sky that the dark-haired male's prediction was wrong.
Unlike Scott, Jackson knew he could appreciate this gift that his rival had been bestowed with. After all, Jackson did ask for it. Jackson would no longer be shoved into the shadows of Scott McCall's new-found fame, and instead he too would shine and be noticed. For this was finally his time to illuminate and be vividly visible for what he was capable of, and even more.
Before anything could happen, and before the full moon could roll out from behind the shady clouds in which it hid behind, Jackson quickly flicked off his bedroom lights off so that his room was now overcast with shadow and nothing but the misty brightness of the moon was all that illuminated his room with a dim shine.
The red light on the camera blinked, indicating that it was on record. Jackson threw his body upon the bed, which bounced in response to the swift action he had made. The male's body sunk deep into the smooth fabric of his linen sheets, and as it did, Jackson felt his muscles loosen out of their tension.
Long eye-lashes batted a couple of times before closing, and still they fluttered softly as a petite smile curved the boy's well-formed lips. All there was left for Jackson to do was to wait in excruciating anticipation, and to finally feel the fully-developed change upon his body that this curse would bring.
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As the red light on the camera flashed and continued to record, Jackson had fallen into a light slumber. As he remained in his sleep his chest heaved gracefully with each breathe he inhaled, and exhaled through the small parting of his ravishing lips. The gentle sound of his breathing as he slept was audible in the silence of his room, and his lashes fluttered ever so softly, as if he were floating upon the clouds of a sweet dream…
.:A Dream:.
Jackson's eyes slowly opened, and when they did, he was surrounded by nothing but a dizzy haze of murky blue. It engulfed him like water, swallowing him deep into its suffocating depths. Everything around him was darkened and gloomy, chilling him to the bone with a ghostly whisper.
Upon the waves of his dizziness, he could faintly hear what sounded to be an unearthly operatic symphony. The music sounded as if it were an aquatic underwater sound, as it wavered through the rhythmic motions of waves that rocked his body into an eerie embrace. Whatever it was that embraced his body into a cocoon-like hold felt like silk and cashmere, a divine softness cradling him with gentleness and care, but despite the grand feeling of softness it held him with, Jackson could feel the ominous grasp of death which lay deep within the graceful touch.
The sudden realisation of death itself creeping unto Jackson, suffocated his lungs and caused his body to squirm and struggle against what felt like the warm embrace of a lover, to the grim restraints he now felt upon himself. A panic rose from his mouth, which opened in the hopes of lunging out a scream of terror, but did not, instead, it was a deafening silent yell of utter horror.
His blue eyes, that had once appeared so innocent and angelic, now burned with the truth of life and all its dread. Fear filled him and his mind, giving unto him the truth of everything, a terrible curse which had once seemed so wonderful, but now was hideously grotesque. And very slowly, all that his eyes saw around him began to grow opaque and tenebrous, shying away into a crepuscular and darkened world which would trap him forever.
Against all his struggles, and all his efforts to break free of the ominous curse taking over his being, Jackson slowly began to give up, falling deeper into the pit of darkness which awaited him. As his body grew weak in defence, cold and bony fingers reached out to him, pulling him into the darkness with them. Their sorrowful cries echoed within the creases of his ears as he was drug down into the obfuscous world of despair along with the supernatural spirits that cried for their sins, as well as his. And the deeper he fell, the grimmer his life became…
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Pounding in his chest, his beating heart raced as if it were in a panicked frenzy from the state of shock his mind and body were both in. His entire body was violently awoken by the overwhelming, and fearsome dream (or nightmare) he had just endured. Jackson's breathing staggered, traumatized by the now uneven images reeling through his mind like a distant memory. The teen's mind, body and soul felt as if he were still riding upon the cloud of his dream, thus leaving his body in a sickened state of paralysation.
In an effort to calm his shaken breathing and racing heart, one hand arouse and placed itself upon Jackson's chest. It was a poor attempt, but it felt like the only way to sooth his panic-struck being.
The dream he had experienced had felt so real, yet as he recalled the images that flashed throughout his mind, Jackson wondered if the visions he saw had anything to do with the gift he had received from Derek, as well as the curse that the elder male had feared. But as Jackson's eyes turned upwards to gaze up at the full and round moon luminously visible against the dusky pitch-black sky, the sandy-haired male's dream was most likely an exaggeration of his worries. He was alive, which meant the curse had to have been a success, hadn't it…?
Enthralled with the idea of his transformation having been a success, Jackson jumped off of the bed in a hurry and leapt towards the camera. The events of his change was recorded, and for Jackson to further indulge in the clouded fantasies of all that he dreamt of becoming true, all he had to do now was to watch it. As soon as he had grasped his hand at the device, now holding it within his large hands, Jackson felt a sweeping emotion of delirious happiness over-come him, along with the mad rush of excitement and anticipation that engulfed his entire being. The great moment he had been waiting for was finally here, and all was going to be revealed to him with the touch of a button.
Jackson's thumb pressed against the STOP button. He patiently awaited the recorded film's development before pressing PLAY, waiting to start watching the events of his transfiguration became a reality to him.
The recorded video began as he assumed it would; with him lying on his bed in the darkness of the night, but as impatient as he was to actually witness the miracle of his change, Jackson fast-forwarded the opening scene, hoping to find the climax of his recorded footage. But as the video continued to fast-forward through the footage, there was not a glimpse of what Jackson had been searching for.
Upon seeing that his gift had in-fact not happened at all, boiled Jackson's blood and his head swelled up with infuriation. He couldn't believe that after all the suffering he had to endure, all of the worries and fears he had put himself through for it to finally be his night to change, nothing at all happened. All he had for evidence was his lifeless body, asleep on his bed. He had wasted time, money and effort for him to receive nothing in return.
Enraged, Jackson gripped tighter to the camera and threw it to the ground. With the anger within him growing hotter, Jackson could feel his entire body temperature increase. His cheeks reddened with a heightening fever, for Jackson had never felt so pissed off in all that he could remember being as mad as he was right now. This was definitely the worst he had ever been.
Abruptly, Jackson stood up, heading towards the window in order to let in some air. As he did, he glared up at the lucid light that the moon exuded up above in the onyx sky. He remembered Scott, and imagined the tanned male turning into his supernatural form. The thought angered him more as he pushed up his window, letting in a cool breeze. The midnight moon would make Scott more powerful than any other night, and it filled Jackson with envy.
Ghostly gales of wind gently blew in from the open window, gently tickling Jackson's naked skin, and as he turned away, the sweat on his flesh glistened in the somber moonlight that gently cascaded over the elegant form of his body, adding depth to every muscle upon his back.
Jackson sighed gently, soothing the racing anger in his chest, but as he did, he could help but to let his lips hiss a form of words created out of disappointment.
"Fuck you Scott McCall," he whispered, and just as he did, an unearthly and chilling whisper hissed out in response.
"Is there any need for that?"
To be continued…
A/N: As you know, this is a rewrite of the second episode of the second season of Teen Wolf. Since I live in the UK, only two episodes have aired so I don't really know the future events of the season. And I also don't like spoilers, so if this story doesn't fit in with the plot of the series, then you know why. Now, regarding the actual story itself. I know it's pretty lengthy for an introduction, but I really wanted to describe in my own words the detail and in-depth look at what that night for Jackson might've been like, so I apologize for that, but the idea of including a dream appealed to me. Ahh, also, the sex scene that I am including in the next part of this fanfic was what made me write it in the first place, hehe. I hope to make the sex scene between these two quite lengthy, too so if you are interested in reading more of this, please review. Reviews really encourage me to write, and writing as been rather difficult for me lately. Thanks to stupid writer's block, but I am trying to over-come it with my desperate need for some Jackson/Scott/Jackson loving! Lol, anyways, thank you for reading and please review!
Dx Sorry for rambling!