Title: The Hunter's Dog
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: NC-17/M
Warnings: Violence [Blood And Gore], Homosexual Relations, Sexual Relations, Language, Drug and Alcohol Abuse
Words: 3,829
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the original character. All rights are reserved for the copyrighted owners.
Pairing: OMC/Derek Allison/Scott
Edit: Completed!
A/N: Instead of raging how Scott needs to be rammed for throwing Derek under the bus… Road kill joke, really? I've come up with a rather interesting plot line.
The story is just being edited now. I finished it up in eight days. Must say… That's a pretty awesome record for keeping my attention on something.
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The heavy scent of burned wood was clouding the air, the scent of the woods masked just barely. The musky scent of old sweat and sharp tang of leather dripping over his tongue as another convulsion wracked his body. Pitch black hair cascading around his neck like a silken curtain, the back of his neck burning as the faded scar met the light of the full moon. Alabaster skin quivering as he stumbled to his feet, body burning under the faint light dripping across the forest floor. He had to get out of the light. Honey colored eyes bleeding a blazing gold as his back bowed, body shaking under another convulsion as it threatened to have its way.
Fingers coming into contact with the newly repaired porch of the Hale house, they were all dead. His intrusion meant nothing if they were dead, he kept telling himself as his bones ached. Dragging himself up the wooden steps as his bare feet tried to keep the woodland debris clinging to the bottoms of themselves. Dirt and pine needles trailing behind him as he stumbled into the desecrated house. The place was trashed for the most part. Drawing a breath he tried to push the change down, tried to draw on his self control. Knees slamming to the ground as he clutched his body, a mixture of a keen and a howl ripping from his throat as his body ignored his pleas. He had to find someplace safe before anyone found him. Gold burning into the darkness as the empty doorway upstairs met his gaze, he could close that… That would be safe.
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"Where's Aiden?" Mr. Argent called as he walked into his home; late night runs on the night of the full moon never boded well. Every one of his guns were loaded and locked. Not finding an answer to his question he frowned walking into the living room. Allison had her feet propped up on the coffee table, snoozing away with her homework still on her lap. There was no need to fight the smile that worked its way over his face. Gently setting a hand over her head Mr. Argent asked again. "Allison… Where's your brother?"
"Dad? What time is it? Uh.. Aiden said he was going to lie down. I think... I don't remember." Allison's voice was thick with sleep as her eyelashes fluttered. Looking up at her dad with a sleepy smile she gathered her things. Looking at the clock she frowned softly, it was almost eleven at night. Rubbing her eyes she looked up at her father. "Why? Isn't Aiden upstairs?"
"His shoes were gone when I came in… I don't know why I let him come back. He's nothing but trouble." Mr. Argent said leaning over the back of the couch to reach the remote. Flicking on the news as he looked over his daughter's text book, a smile on his lips as he looked at her with pride. "Chemistry?"
"Worst subject ever… You know Aiden goes running at night. And you know you love him… He's my evil twin." A playful smile tugging at Allison's lips as she thought of her younger brother. There was a seven minute difference between them, as well as everything else. He was a weapon junkie and she was an avid student. Blinking for a moment she looked at her father. "Was his bike gone?"
"Yes. God dammit, I'm calling your Aunt Kate. I can't have him running around like a wild animal. She's the only one he seems to listen to…" Mr. Argent pinched the bridge of his nose as he frowned. That son of his was more trouble than he was honestly worth. The simple fact that he was aware of their background allowed him a larger reign of terror than his elder sister, especially when it came to the weaponry he had access to. Storming out of the room Mr. Argent made his way upstairs to give one final check to Aiden's room, knowing that the teenage boy wouldn't be there. Five years of behavioral therapy… And this was all he got.
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The blankets and sheets were so dark against his skin it appeared almost ghostly, the sharp masculine scent clinging to them had his teeth aching as Aiden fought the shift. Claws ripping the fabric as he found himself panting, shoving his face against the pillows he found as his body writhed under the light pouring from the bedroom window. Crying out with an inhuman howl under his breath as he ripped his shirt open, body burning with the shift as it barely held it at bay. Shreds of his shirt being thrown to the floor as his muscles clenched and relaxed, fluttered with every violent spasm as his back arched up off of the bed. Eyes burning as his senses heightened. He could hear everything, hear the wings of the owl three hundred yards to his right as it settled in ripping into a field mouse. Hear every crunch of bone as his body throbbed and burned, a hoarse cry ripping from his throat as he dug his own claws into his shoulder. The sound of ripping flesh apart like rice paper under the vicious claws seemed to please whatever beast possessed him.
Panting hard, Aiden could feel the slow reknitting of his flesh and muscles working to cover his wounded shoulder as his eyes bled back to their warm honey-brown. Swallowing hard as he sat up scooting backwards, his bare flesh cold against the headrest of the bed as he tried to calm himself. He needed to control himself better… He pounded that information into his own head as he growled, eyes coming up to gaze into shockingly blue pools of utter anger. The violence in those eyes was drunk down with a throaty moan as his beast scratched just below the surface as the pain quickly ebbed away. "If it isn't the big bad wolf… I thought all the Hale's bit the dust."
"You're an Argent…" The statement was stupid in itself, except for the underlying confusion. The torn sheets lying under the smaller teen had a growl clinging to his vocal cords. Yet it was the tattoo upon Aiden's right wrist that had him hesitating. No Argent would leave their offspring alive… Not when they were a turned.
"I'm also horny as all fucking hell… So besides stating the obvious, what do you want? I'm a little busy as you can see." Keenly aware that the pain of the shift had wracked hell on his body, especially if the throbbing between his legs was anything to go by as pain slowly throbbed through his body. Cock jerking hard as he lowered his gaze to trail down Derek's body. Not bad for a beast, then again… It probably came from running like a bitch.
"You're in my bed." Derek wasn't sure what move to make, not sure if he should attack the Hunter or commune with the other werewolf. If the teen was a wolf, he wasn't following in his family footsteps… He'd been sloppy. "You were bitten…"
"No… I let someone turn me. It's one hell of a ride… Come on… I'll share the bed with you. Not like you can take up this entire thing by yourself." Aiden laid back, sprawling out with his left knee raised up slightly as his arms lay comfortably above his head. A wild smirk drawing across his lips, he could smell Derek's sharp leather clad scent. Everything was sharpening again as his body craved to lose control, tilting his head back with a moan of absolute delight as the shift came back upon his body with a fury. His body holding back the shift with a single thread as every muscle seized and screamed with pain, eyes bleeding gold as he propped himself up on his elbows. "I can't go home like this…"
"Not my problem. Get out of my house." Was all Derek grit out as he reached for Aiden, he'd throw the smaller male out of the window if he had to. There was that curiosity again as Aiden grabbed his wrist, growling right back at him with fire in his eyes. Challenging him as a snarl of annoyance ripped from his throat.
"Share your bed… And I'll share my body. If you don't like guys you can just close your eyes… I promise not to bite." Aiden dug the tips of his claws into Derek's wrist, blood welling up underneath the dagger sharp claws. Leaning up slightly as he slowly drew his tongue over Derek's bleeding wrist. The metallic taste sent his body into overdrive as the beast screamed for freedom, fangs bared as he looked up into the endless blue of the last living Hale.
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The painful throbbing in his head slowly drew Aiden from his fitful slumber, rolling over as his vision blurred. Clutching a hand to his aching head as he heard the door of his bedroom open. The lingering taste of stale bread and whiskey on his tongue. Not bothering to open his eyes to look at the intruder as he clenched them shut against the too bright light. "This better be fucking important. I have a migraine and I'm ready to rip your spine out your ass, old man."
"Um… I'm not old… And I'm not a man. You look totally trashed. I brought coffee." Allison smiled at her twin as she flopped down on the bed next to him holding up a mug of black coffee. Looking at him for a moment she tilted the coffee mug a few degrees until the scalding liquid dripped over his bare shoulder. Her eyes slowly trailing around the room as if she was interested in something on the wall.
"Fuck! Jesus Christ I'm up… Dammit. I can't sleep for two seconds in this house." Aiden snarled as he sat up trying to rub away the burning sensation. Allison was just sitting there smiling with the coffee in her hands until he sighed, looking at his twin almost helplessly. It wasn't that he felt bad, it was that the first thing he'd said to her after four years was hardly a version of hello. "I was hanging out with some guy I met at the bus stop last night… Don't you dare tell dad I was out getting slammed."
"I haven't told him you're a fairy yet." Allison elbowed her brother with a soft smile as she leaned her head on his shoulder, watching him grimace at the foul tasting liquid she'd brought him. His new room was bare, all of his bags and boxes still against the far wall near the bay windows that overlooked the back yard which for some reason looked almost boarded up.
"I broke it last night… Don't ask. So… I'm going to school with you?" Downing the rest of his coffee Aiden pulled himself from his bed stumbling slightly as his head throbbed painfully, not bothering to make the bed as he handed his twin the mug. Tossing a couple of boxes to the floor haphazardly Aiden pulled a black wife beater from his clothing box, slipping a frost blue button up over it. Looking over at Allison as he pulled on a pair of blue jeans he frowned. "Dad pissed I was out last night?"
"Something like that. He called Aunt Kate." She shrugged picking up her brothers combat boots frowning at the muddy bottoms before holding them out for him as he ran a quick brush through his shoulder blade length hair. He'd dyed it a sort of ebony black since the last time she'd seen him. It made him look almost sickly pale in her opinion, but it wasn't her choice. Tugging his comforter up to give the bed a made look she grinned over her shoulder at him. "Aunt Kate said you made quarterback down in Texas."
"Then I got kicked off the team for breaking the running backs wrist because he called me a faggot. Let it be said… I don't take shit from anyone." That hadn't been entirely the whole reason, he'd lost control of himself and had just lashed out. Aiden sat down on the corner of his bed tugging on his boots as he tucked his pants into them. The laces being tied in a quick efficient manner as he smiled at Allison. "What time did I come in?"
"If the random slamming of the front door was any indication… I'd say three in the morning." Allison just looked over at the clock. Twirling her car keys around her index finger she grinned at her brother. "Dad trashed your bike… He's pretty pissed."
"Yeah, well… He can suck my cock. I'll have it fixed this afternoon. Looks like you're driving your innocent little brother to school." Muttered Aiden as he reached into his closet pulling down a box, frowning when he couldn't find his necklace. No matter how trashed he got it was always returned to this box… Always. "Did dad come in here?"
"No… Why?" Questioned Allison as she stood up, brushing her rear off as she pocketed her keys. She could hear someone banging around in the kitchen, smiling at the fact that the usual father-son communication had resumed. "Dad's still pissed."
"Your coffee tastes like shit!" Aiden yelled as he wrenched open his bedroom door, grinning as something was shattered in the kitchen. Turning to his boxes he made quick work of digging through them, until he finally sat down with a frown on his face. "Fuck… That necklace mom gave me is gone."
"It's not under the bed?" Picking a hair tie up off of Aiden's night stand as the other teen looked under his bed and tore apart his newly made bed. Forcing a smile as he quickly tied his hair up high, brows knitted with his frown. "I take that as a no."
"I'll find it later. I still have to go finalize all my shit… I'm jumping out of the window. Meet you out front. Grab me something to eat." Aiden kissed his twin on the cheek before ripping down the board he'd put over his windows at some point in the middle of the night. He wasn't as lucky as Allison when it came to having a bit of roofing to walk on when you climbed out. Not even paying attention to the look of worry on his sister's face as he leapt out with a pained grunt as he landed hard thud, looking up towards the broken windows.
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Nails bit into the flesh over his hips, face buried into a pillow that smelt like burnt wood and ash… Yet something uniquely fierce in the hard scent, teeth buried into the soft fabric of the pillow as someone ran their fingers along his spine. Breath tickling the back of his neck as he whimpered, squirming back to gain contact with his unseen lover. Fabric ripping underneath his fingers as his bones began aching. Turning his eyes behind him into-
Jerking awake with a gasp Aiden looked around his first period class, staring up at his teacher whom had deemed it necessary to stand above him. Wiping his hand over his forehead he shook his head slowly. "Don't feel good." Was all he gritted out brushing past the older male. Not caring when he was told not to leave the room. What the hell was going on with him? First he lost his necklace, now he was having some fucked up sex dreams in the middle of History. Yeah… Great way to start the day.
Shaking his head as he walked down the empty hallway of Beacon Hills High School he gritted his teeth, he wanted nothing more than to leave. Unfortunately his dad had removed his breaking system on his bike. He'd have to coax Allison into giving him her keys, frowning as he put his fingers to his lips. They were tingling as if he'd just kissed someone, a reaction to the dream no doubt. Sighing as one of the classroom doors opened he just turned defiant honey colored eyes towards the chemistry teacher with a sneer. "I'm going to the nurse…"
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A few hours later he was sitting at the lunch table with his sister, a tray set in front of him as he slowly nursed a can of Coke. Looking across the table at Lydia with a blank stare as she drew out a conversation on some sort of sporting event that didn't apply to him or anyone else that mattered at the table. His head throbbing from the last lingering traces of his hangover as he settled the can of soda down on the table. "You're annoying…"
"I- Excuse me?" Lydia practically shrieked as she slapped her hands down on the table with a look of distress on her face. Eyes turning towards Jackson pleadingly as she nibbled her lower lip. Her strawberry-blond hair curling against her shoulders as she looked towards Allison in an almost indignant manner.
"You can't talk to my girlfriend like that!" Jackson finally took the hint and jumped to her defense, teeth clenched in annoyance as he stood up. The fact that Allison's 'little brother' was picking a fight with a girl, his girl, was just disgusting. Narrowing his eyes as he walked over to practically stand over Aiden's shoulder, glaring down at the smaller male.
"I'll talk to her however I want…" Aiden smiled up at Jackson as he tilted his head back, while Jackson was a pretty face… He was annoying as all fucking hell when you felt like shit. The pleading look from his sister had him standing. He'd promised to attempt to control himself.
"You can't talk to me like that! I don't care who you are. It's… It's just rude!" Lydia crossed her arms. Just because he was related to Allison didn't mean anything, he wasn't even cute. She was starting to hope that Jackson would give him something to really bitch about.
"Listen, man." Jackson put a hand on Aiden's shoulder to try and calm the situation, he'd get suspended if he got caught fighting in plain sight. What happened next nearly had him pissing himself as Aiden grabbed him by the forearm with one hand and gripped right below his armpit with the other hand as he flipped him over his back so quickly his head was spinning. Groaning out as his back arched up from the table he stared into violent honey colored eyes.
"We're not friends… Man. And I don't want anyone telling me what the fuck I can… And cannot do. I've spent the last two years in juvenile hall for stupid shit. I would hate to go back for physically assaulting you…" Aiden looked towards his sister with a 'I-tried-to-be-cool' shrug. Looking at his cell phone he frowned. "I'll be home when I get home. Tell the old man to keep his heels cool. I can't deal with this shit."
"Aiden!" Allison tried to stand, only to look down at Scott as the other teen grabbed her wrist with a pleading gaze. Frowning she looked after her twin, sighing as she settled into her seat. "Well… He did try... For once. You alright Jackson?"
"Golden…" Groaned the other teen trying to sit up as he rubbed his shoulder. It was still in a lot of pain from when Scott had slammed into him during practice. Looking back after the other male he clenched his jaw. "The hell is his problem?"
"Poor anger management skills… And a lot of alcohol, plus a pill popping habit. I don't really know… He comes home blown out of his mind a lot. Good kid..." Allison tried to fight the grin that threatened to surface. She wished she was kidding about the drugs, she loved her brother… Except for his little problem. Apparently he'd been clean for a few months after he'd gotten out of rehab. Yet lately he'd seemed to be falling back into his old ways. It was the reason that their dad was always on top of Aiden, the same reason they always fought.
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"Fucking bullshit!" Aiden snarled shoving out of the school building, his history book in one hand as his other ripped his cell phone from his pocket. Nothing from his boyfriend… Hell, he wasn't surprised. They'd been on the rocks for months yet neither had wanted to say it's over. He just couldn't take the stress anymore… Aiden sent that dreaded break-up text an instant before a car screeched to a halt before him. "The fuck!"
"Get in…" Whoever it was didn't seem keen on showing their face as they held out a hand, his necklace falling from his fingers. Dangling there like a prize to be had. The pendant displaying a vine of Wolf's Bane growing around a broken arrow, unseen was the inscription on the back. Flèche la Dieu. God's Arrow…
"Creepy motherfucker… If you're going to kill me, rape me first. I'd like to get off before I kick the bucket." Aiden tossed his book into the backseat as he wrenched the door open. While he wasn't known for his shining social skills, he did make up for those skills in pure bullheadedness. Eyes shooting wide as his lips parted when he finally pulled the door shut as he looked over at the driver. "You're…"