I am so sorry for the wait. I have had the worst writers block EVER.
Plus these two just annoy the piss out of me.
Anyway. Read and please review cause I can't get any better if you don't tell me what I am doing wrong.
Thank you to all my wonderfully patient fans. I swear I will have the next chapter up much sooner than this.
It was a beautiful day.
The sun was shining down on Scott's face, warming it gently, while a soft breeze was running its fingers through his hair. The woods around them were an impressive shade of the deep army green of old leaves coming back to life mixed with the light green of new life peeking through the branches. The beams of light made by the sun shining through the trees cast an almost ethereal glow on the clearing in which the young wolf sat.
Scott took a deep breath.
It was so clean out here. And quiet. There was no smell of the world outside of the woods. No exhaust from cars, no gossiping teenage girls with too much perfume who would gladly look down on him, and, more importantly, no wolves. Sure Scott was lucky that Derek had decided to stick around to help him with training, and he was sure as hell lucky that the older man had not lost it like his uncle had. But there were times when a young teen wolf just needed to relax and get away from it all. Well, more specifically, Jackson. Especially Jackson. That idiot would not lose that condescending ego of his no matter how much he was punished by Derek.
But it wouldn't do to think about those thoughts now. He sighed. Another soft breeze answered him as he allowed his mind to clear.
It was surprisingly easy to do.
He had never felt so warm and content before. Like there was a warm weight sitting on his chest, its arms wrapped around him in a loose hug.
"What are you thinking about?" Scott opened eyes he hadn't known were closed and looked to his right.
Allison was pressed up against him, her hands around his waist, nuzzling his neck. Her warm breath tickling his ear.
He smiled wider, "Nothing Ally, just thinking about how there is nowhere in the world that I'd rather be"
Allison matched his smile. "I love you Scott."
Allison's voice was like a bell in his ear, soft and musical. Scott wanted to open his mouth to tell her he loved her too, but she simply put a finger over his lips.
"You don't have to say anything, I understand." Carefully extracting herself from Scott Allison lay down on the picnic blanket they had brought with them. Rolling herself sensually so that her yellow and white sun dress fell across her legs and hips, accentuating her soft curves, she pulled her hands up to her face. Bringing her right hand to rest near her head she used her long, dainty pointer finger to twirl her hair while using the finger on her left hand to reach out to her boyfriend only to curl it back to herself in a come-hither gesture. All the while wiggling on the blanket in an attempt to make herself comfortable. Or to kill him. He wasn't entirely sure.
Scott licked his lips. Orange blossoms invaded his mouth. Oh dear God, he could literally taste her lips on his own even though he was still sitting up. Any part of his brain that thought it was weird that Allison was wearing a flavor of lip gloss she usually hated was silenced as she wiggled again this time causing her breasts to jiggle ever so slightly.
He couldn't take that. Taking her hand in his Scott threw his left leg over his girlfriend's body. Using his arms to support him, Scott carefully lowered himself onto her body so that their hips were in line with each other and ground into her. Allison hummed as he rubbed his growing erection over her clothed entrance. She lifted her hand and placed it gently on his chest.
"Not yet," she growled in his ear, "I want you to touch me first."
Scott moaned- both in disappointment that she had denied him and at the sultry tone of her voice- and raised himself to his knees. Positioning himself so that they were both comfortable was a little tricky considering her legs were between his instead of his between hers, but eventually they had settled on a position where Scott was sitting right on top of what would have been Allison's lap, if they hadn't been lying down. Thinking the position had to be uncomfortable for his girlfriend Scott had tried to move. Allison, however, had bent her knees so that they were pressed up against Scott's back and her hands latched onto his butt. The effect making it impossible for him to really move. Not that he minded. And although something in the back of his mind was trying to inform him that this was not normal Scott did what he did best. He ignored any misgivings and continued right along.
"Touch me Scott," Allison whined softly, "please. I need to feel you." She kneaded her bottom lip in that way that always sent him drooling.
And really, what kind of gentleman turns down an offer like that?
So Scott balanced himself as best he could, raised his hands, and cupped her breasts. They both moaned in ecstasy when his werewolf calloused fingers met her soft, sun warmed dress. He could feel the two milky white globes underneath the fabric as he squeezed softly. His erection grew harder. She wasn't wearing a bra today.
"More," his girlfriend gasped, "Oh god Scott, please, more."
Again Scott was unable to deny her. Slipping his hands up to her shoulders Scott slid the straps of her dress down the soft, muscular forearms. He kissed her deeply as he did this wondering if she had been practicing with her bow again. Once the straps were loose enough the young werewolf's hands returned to his lover's chest and pulled the front of the dress down. Twin gasps sounded as skin made contact with skin.
Her breasts had always been one of the things Scott had loved most. They were soft, yet firm. Malleable under his touch yet springy.
Allison bucked.
Scott continued to play with her. His fingers kneading softly into her skin.
"More Scott." She whined again, "Prove that you love me."
Scott leaned down to kiss her, "Of course I love you Ally, who would I have to prove that to?"
She ignored his question. Instead she sat up pushing Scott back onto her legs. Taking her mouth off of his she looked him straight in the eye, "Don't let him win."
The werewolf pulled back from her, "What?"
"Don't let him win." She said again, this time more firmly, "If you want to prove that you love me you can't let him win."
Scott cocked his head to the side in confusion, "Who can't I let win? Derek? He already knows how I feel about you, and he's okay with it."
Brown hair flicked back and forth as Allison shook her head, "No Scott, not Derek. And not my dad either" she added seeing the look on her boyfriend's face.
"Then who?" Scott whimpered
The young hunter leaned in close so that her lips were brushing Scott's ear, "You know who you need to beat. He is the only one standing in your way. The only one you are with right now."
Scott jerked his head back and looked at his girlfriend in utter confusion, "What are you talking about Ally?" he whimpered, running his hands up and down her sides, "You're the only one I'm with right now. I would never cheat on you." Did she really think that? Did she really believe that he would do something so cruel to her? And with another man no less.
Scott had never been gay. Sure he had nothing against them, and it is not like he didn't experiment, (hell he had even let Stiles talk him into kissing him when they were thirteen) but he wasn't himself. He had never thought about another guy in that sense before, ever. Allison of all people should have known that, especially after the month or so he spent pining after her when they broke up. He hadn't even looked at anyone else.
A snarl of frustration brought him back to the present. Allison's face, which was normally beautiful beyond comparison, was now twisted in pure anger. In an instant, before Scott could comprehend what was happening, her lips slammed against his and her hips bucked up. His eyes pinched shut at the unexpected attack. A lump that should definitely not have been there brushed against his ass. Brown eyes shot open in surprise.
And nearly bulged out of his skull.
Gone was the forest and the trees and the sunshine. Gone was the blanket and the quiet. And gone was Allison.
Instead of her long brown hair and sweet smile and laughing brown eyes he was met with a cold, grey wall and a smell that was definitely not Allison's.
There was a loud moan and Scott felt the hips under him buck up, the bulge of Jackson's growing erection brushing against his ass.
For a moment Scott was frozen in shock.
The jock was sitting in a metal chair passed out cold. Scott was seated on top, straddling the younger beta (in wolf years, not human) literally chest to chest with the other. Scott's arms were wrapped around Jackson's waist in a loose hug, his wrists chained tightly to the back of the chair to prevent his escape. His knees were also chained, but they were chained to the wall after having first been tied together. The effect of this was Scott having his hips firmly wedged against the younger beta's. They were literally chained together, chest to chest
But that wasn't the worst part.
On no, not by a long shot.
The worst part was his mouth. Scott's mouth was flat against Jackson's in an open mouthed kiss, he could literally taste the jock's hot, wet breath in his mouth, and secure there with copious amounts of duct tape.
There was a soft moan. Something brushed against Scott's butt.
It was then that the panic set in.
He jerked violently backwards and let out a screech like whine when the restraints held him fast.
Chains rattled and rope cut into his skin as he twisted and pulled. Harsh whimpers and growls were involuntarily swallowed by his unconscious partner as his panic began to rise. As he tried to pull away from Jackson his body rocked slightly causing his backside to brush over the bump in between Jackson's legs.
A bump that was steadily getting harder and bigger.
Scott was so blind with panic from being trapped that he didn't even notice when the bump began to push back.
He did notice, however, when something warm, wet, and powerful slipped into his mouth.
Scott's eyes, which he had pinched shut as he struggled with the restraints, snapped wide open. His body suddenly seemed unable to move as the tongue of his rival slid through his mouth once again.
If Scott had the ability to think at that moment he would be cursing Jackson to the nine layers of hell, or at least would have bitten off the offending muscle, but all he could do was stare. Stare at those ice blue eyes that seemed to be growing smugger and smugger with each second that passed by. Stare straight ahead as the tongue of Jackson Whitmore, of another man, danced around his mouth as though he owned it. Stare into the middle ground of space as overly large, slightly calloused hands began kneading his butt and hips rolled up into his. Stare through slowly clouding eyes as his body, trapped within the confines of the chair, was slowly molested.
Oh dear god.
He was being molested.
There were unwanted sexual advances. His attacker kept going even though it was obvious that he was not only not taking part, but had just been trying to pull away and was obviously not enjoying what was happening. That was the definition of being molested wasn't it?
And not only that. He was being molested by someone who was supposed to be part of his new psudo-family; a fellow member of his pack. Sure Jackson and he had never really gotten along before and had most certainly gotten on a lot less after Scott had been turned, but…. After Jackson had been turned Scott had felt an unspoken bond develop. The bond of a pack. One that drew him to the younger beta, that made him want to protect and help and comfort. A bond of love and understanding that said that even if he didn't like the jock, he would always come to his aid. Because that's what packs did. That is what families did. He had thought that the feeling was mutual.
Sitting here now however he felt the sting of truth.
His body shook slightly as a tear slid down his face.
Jackson had never felt more proud of himself in his life. He had done it, he had finally done it.
He had won dominance over Scott.
Sure, the situation was a little unorthodox, but after years of being with Lydia he had learned a thing or two about taking advantage of an opportunity.
He rolled his hips again and internally smirked as a small whimper reverberated through his chest. Scott was tenser than a piano wire and his eyes were squeezed shut as though if he crunched them hard enough he could make the scene disappear.
Jackson thrust his tongue in and out of Scott's mouth. Grabbing hold of the older beta's fleshy bottom the jock dragged his unwilling participant closer to his hips as he rolled them again. There was a sharp intake of breath, but this only prompted the blonde haired boy to continue with his ministrations.
So intent was he on taking advantage of the situation that he didn't notice the growling and whimpering in the back of his head as his wolf cried out in shame and guilt over what its human side was doing. The wolf could not understand why his human host would do such a terrible thing. Could he not feel that the brown haired boy was terrified? Could he not feel the sadness and pain with which the older beta was crying out in? Could he not feel the horrible snapping and fraying of the bond as it broke apart?
No.
This boy couldn't feel any of that.
All this self-entitled, brat of a human being could feel was satisfaction. Satisfaction! The wolf growled louder inside his host.
No.
He would not let this boy, this human (if he could even be called that), to destroy so sacred a bond, so sacred a right. He would make this boy see sense. Even if he had to willingly submit himself to another.
Another growl sounded inside Jackson's head this time much louder than before. He frowned internally and some of the smugness drifted out of his eyes. Something clawed inside of him like a wild animal trying to escape a cage.
No, wait…exactly like an animal trying to escape its cage. His wolf was trying to get free.
All at once the smugness was back. His wolf probably just wanted a chance to prove its dominance over Scott. Over the Omega. Jackson practically jumped with glee (although the effect wasn't exactly what he wanted, it still succeeded in shoving his cock further into Scott's ass) and practically threw control over to his other half.
His body froze.
Jackson blinked. Or at least he tried too. In his excitement he had given the wolf complete control of his body. All he could do was sit and watch as the wolf began to undo everything he had accomplished. His body slowly began to move on its own as his tongue was retracted from the older beta's mouth and his hips stopped their rolling. A saddened whimper fell from his lips and his head began to tilt back.
The jock snarled, What the hell are you doing?
The wolf ignored him. Jackson continued to watch as his head tilted back farther and farther until it finally couldn't go anymore.
By now Scott had cracked his eyes open, the movement causing an unshed wave of tears to stream down his face. He didn't understand why Jackson was suddenly acting more submissive toward him after what he had already done. His wolf seemed to understand a little better though because it began to snarl softly inside his head.
What is he doing? Scott asked quietly.
Showing us the boy's true intentions his wolf snarled back
I don't understand. Why would Jackson do this, he's never shown an interest in me before. He's never shown an interest in anyone beside Lydia before.
The wolf sighed and Scott could feel its presence fill his mind almost as though it were trying to nuzzle him from inside his own body, This is not about you I'm afraid.
More tears slid down Scott's face, Then what is it about?
Dominance
Dominance?
Yes, Scott's wolf snarled again as his human flinched at the hands sliding around his backside, That lowlife of a human has somehow gotten it into his head that this is a good way to prove his dominance over us. He thinks that by taking advantage of this situation that he is showing himself superior to us.
The wolf had Scott's full attention now, But then why-?
His wolf does not agree.
It took a second for Scott to absorb what his wolf was saying.
Although he was never the sharpest person, it still didn't take that long to figure it out.
He had to admit that Stiles had been right about a few things: mainly the things that had to do with being a wolf. At first he had been more than a little weirded outsuddenly have this supernatural creature inside his head basically popping in and out of his mind to talk with him, but now he had to admit, there were benefits.
His grades had pulled up a bit since he had opened up more to the wolf, his instincts and reflexes were better than ever, and he knew just what to say to Allison when they went out (most of the time anyway).
Now though, as the whole truth sunk in, he began to hate it all over again.
Anger began to rise inside of him that was not just his own. Blood pounded into his head, filling his ears with the sound of his own heart.
He barely even registered the sound of metal on concrete as Jackson's wolf worked the younger beta's hands free. He did, however, feel when sharp claws that were not his own tore the tape off their heads.
Finally pulling away from the jock's mouth Scott could keep the murderous growl from tearing out of him.
"Let me speak to him." Scott commanded, his voice mixing with his wolf's to become nearly incoherent.
Jackson's wolf wasted no time in receding into its host's body and forcing control back over to his human.
Frightened blue eyes looked nervously into shining amber.
"So," Scott voice went dangerously low, "you think this is fun Whittemore? That this is all a game? Well," Scott lowered himself until his lips were right at the jocks ear, "you're wrong."
Scott suddenly lurched up and tore his arms from their restraints sending chain links and bits of concrete flying. His amber eyes blazed with an anger never before seen on even Derek's face. A truly sadistic grin settled over his face.
"Now I'm going to show you have wrong you are."
Jackson promptly wet himself.
