A/N: Sorry this is so late buy my old computer died on me and i had to get a new one. After this i hope to update his tainted grace soon, maybe, ill try.

It was Saturday night and Jackson was doing what he did everyday, he watched Stiles. The night sky was crystal clear and stars were dotted through out it in thick clouds of white, Jackson could see them better than he ever had in his life, and it never ceased to amaze him, but right now all he had eyes for was the boy inside his house, mulling at his desk as he did homework. Jackson sat in the wooded area outside the boy's window; he wore a black leather jacket on top of a hoodie. He had the hood pulled over his face as he watched the boy do math problems. He leaned his head against the tree he was sitting in and allowed himself to feel calm being near his mate.

It was all so fucking strange for Jackson, one day Stiles had just been there, he hadn't stood out, he just was, and then one day he was more, he was everything, Jackson's whole world. Jackson had never hated Stiles before, in fact he kind of liked the boy, he reminded him of Danny sometimes. Jackson remembered seeing Scott and Stiles, fucking around, playing, Jackson had found it kind of endearing and maybe even cute, he and Danny used to be like that, before Jackson became obsessed with perfection, his own, before Jackson's shortcomings started to haunt him in his waking world. Stiles always seemed to remind Jackson of a time in his life when he had just been happy and innocent.

Then one day it all changed, Stiles had smelled so different and amazing and that smell alone melted his frozen heart, it tore and ripped its way inside and pushed everything out until all that was left behind was the smell, Stiles, his mate, nothing else. Jackson could see why someone like Scott would find it terrifying, finding your mate, the whole thing was overpowering, uncontrollable. But for Jackson, it was all completely liberating because for once in his life Jackson wouldn't have to try hard, he wouldn't have to be perfect, he just had to be and that person would love him with the same burning passion Jackson would them. But it had been months and nothing had changed between them, until last night.

Jackson sighed as Stiles left his room and went downstairs to his kitchen for a bottle of water. Ever since dying, Jackson had felt something inside him—a black hole, a void, some vast emptiness—Jackson understood what it was, it was death, his own personal one, waiting there, an open maw gaping wide in preparation to suck him into oblivion, Jackson's own personal sword of Damocles. He didn't mind it much, before all the supernatural weirdness the void had been there, but further back, less noticeable, but ever present. It was more of an annoyance before, but now it was something more, something large and punishing, Jackson actually had to work hard to keep it away, to keep himself alive, because on his worst days, sometimes, for a far longer time than Jackson wanted to talk about, Jackson wanted to die.

But he had a reason to live now, he had a mate who needed him, who he had to protect and love because no one could do it as well as he could. That thought brought him more joy than anything in his life ever had, to find someone who made him want to live…he never thought it would happen. Jackson absentmindedly smiled as Stiles finished up his homework. There was a tree near Stiles' house that rose high past the roof, it was thick and plush with leaves and Jackson always choose it for the view it gave him of the boy's room.

Stiles finally packed all his books away and then locked his room door. This was always Jackson's favorite part; he smiled and prepared for the show. Stiles pulled the shirt off over his head and then dropped his pants. He kicked all the clothes into a pile in the center of the room before throwing himself onto his bed. Jackson's mouth started watering, Stiles ran his hands along his body, over his tout muscled torso and his smooth and hairless chest, before settling on the bulge in his boxers, he squeezed and Jackson swallowed. Stiles sat up and pulled his boxers down and off before lying back against his headboard and exploring his body.

From where Jackson sat he could see all the bruises that still adorned the boys body after their night in the woods, his hand prints, finger tips, mouth and teeth marks. Stiles circled each and every purple bruise as he stroked his slowly inflating cock. Jackson could clearly see the set of his teeth gouged deep into the boy's neck, his mark, the others would finally know who Stiles really belonged to, it wasn't Scott, it was never fucking Scott, it was Jackson, always and forever.

Jackson watched as Stiles stroked himself to hardness and hoped the boy thought of him as he lay panting on his bed. Jackson hoped Stiles was busy thinking of the night before, when Jackson had taken him as gently as he could, when Jackson had filled him and made love to him, drove his knot deep inside until they were both left panting and wanting. Stiles stroked himself and Jackson wondered if Stiles remembered how deep into his throat Jackson had taken him, how he laved and drooled all over Stiles dick and sucked as hard as he could.

The boy came with a soft whimper and cleaned himself off with a few tissue papers which he balled and threw into his garbage can before leaving his room for a shower. Jackson realized he'd been squeezing his own hardening flesh through his pants and stopped.

He waited a few hours, Stiles was usually slow to fall asleep but then impossible to awake. When Jackson was sure Stiles was asleep he jumped out of the tree and landed with a soft thump on the moist ground below. Jackson walked to the boy's window and leaped up before smoothly landing right on the sill, he slowly bent over and into the boy's room.

Jackson stood there for several minutes unsure of what to do with himself, from outside all he wanted to do was be near his mate and now that he was inside he felt as if he didn't belong. The house was quite and warm, Jackson could hear the moans and groans of the wooden structure around him as it settled into the night. Stiles was breathing softly and if Jackson was quite he could hear the Sheriff in the other room sleeping as well. Jackson took a deep breath and felt himself melt, he didn't belong, not yet, but he desperately wanted to.

He walked around the room in the dark and just looked and touched. He lifted a stack of books and read their spines, all fantasy and science fiction, Jackson tried memorizing them, he needed to read them now. Jackson looked at the piles of games next to the boy's desk, some table top, most PC, and he was happy to note that they played the same ones. Jackson noticed the boy's hoodie draped over the desk chair and picked it up and held it against his face.

'Jesus', thought Jackson, he was a fucking creeper. It almost made him laugh but his wolf really wanted to do that and Jackson had too. Sometimes Jackson couldn't believe the things the wolf inside him wanted him to do, like when it thirst for the taste of blood and flesh and Jackson was either forced to go hunting in the night, and allow his human flesh to melt away until all that was left was the wolf, then he would run and sniff and hunt. It was either that or hit the meat counter at the grocery store and have himself a bloody rare steak. Sometimes the wolf would catch a whiff of its mate and it demanded Jackson hunt him down and take him for all to see. The wolf was wild and powerful and sometimes Jackson would forget he was human, sometimes all Jackson wanted to do was just go wild.

Stiles moved around on his bed as he settled on his side, facing away from Jackson and the wolf wanted to jump in the bed and burrow into the sheets before settling around his mate. Instead, Jackson knelled at the edge of the bed before placing his head on the mattress, he just stared at his mate as the boy slept. It was calm inside the house, quite, and dark. Jackson liked it, his house always felt empty and barren, but this one felt lived in and occupied. Sometimes Jackson didn't really feel like he lived in his house, he only haunted it like a ghost who desperately wanted to move on, but Jackson knew that was the void talking. Stiles turned back around and Jackson held his breath. Stiles sighed and settled back into sleep and Jackson was able to fully appreciate the view of his mate.

Jackson couldn't believe how beautiful the boy was. He wondered why he never saw it before but couldn't stop seeing it now. It was the strange contrast of innocence and loneliness, of happiness and deep sadness. Those were things that made Stiles up and made him amazing, his ability to go through so much, to lose so much, and remain powerful and strong and innocent, Jackson didn't know how he did it. He wanted to touch Stiles, to run his finger tips along his face, but he didn't, he just sat there, on his knees, and just enjoyed that short moment of peace.

Stiles sneezed and wiped his face with his hand, Jackson froze, Stiles' hand then settled on top of Jackson's head before the boy returned to his deep slumber. Jackson's eyes fluttered shut when Stiles started carding his fingers through Jackson's hair. Jackson thought he should go, he knew he should, he couldn't keep doing this, torturing himself with something he wanted so bad but refused to take. Stiles deserved someone who could make him shine brighter, who could make him happy and Jackson was too selfish and self-centered to do that. Stiles deserved someone like Danny, someone strong and reliable but also innocent in their own way. He wondered if what he did was right, if Stiles said he loved him would Jackson turn him away in order to protect him? No, he wouldn't he was far too weak and selfish…but that would never happen.

Jackson just sat there and enjoyed the gentle way his mate touched him. Coming off a heat was hard, he felt spent, rung out, exhausted, and his body fucking ached, but nothing more than his dick, it was raw and painful, it was a pretty horrible feeling. But the night was relaxing, and it calmed his body, he felt at peace in that room, with Stiles. Jackson closed his eyes, only for a second.

It was the sun's hot rays on his back that finally woke Jackson and he was out the window and down in woods before Stiles could wake. As he ran back to his house he realized that sometime during the night, as he slept, he'd decided that he would ask Stiles out on a date. Turns out he was more selfish than he even realized. But he would wait, as long as he could.

It'd been a week, an entire week and so far Stiles was okay. He didn't feel any different, now that he wasn't a virgin, he was still the same. No, the only difference came when he was alone, or distracted, and his mind went blank, the first thing that would pop in his head was Jackson and what hey had done and how it had made him feel. Stiles wished he'd found it disgusting, or repulsive, or even violent, but he hadn't, he'd wanted it, so bad, and Jackson had given him what he needed and it had been perfect, and everything he'd imagined and then he woke up in his bed, alone.

He didn't really have anyone to talk with, no one would understand, not really, Stiles didn't think he could make them understand that some part of him had desperately wanted it, at least in that instant.

That was what bothered him the most, he didn't know if it was just a one time feeling, like Jackson said, he didn't know if he was in love, how does a person know that? Stiles couldn't stand the thought that some supernatural force had taken away his free will, his ability to decided and had instead chosen for him. He fucking hated that, his life was his alone, every decision, good or bad, were his and no one else's, and that included who he would spend the rest of his life with, which is why he avoided Jackson, or at least tried to, they did have all the same classes. What made it easier was Jackson, he actually kept his distance and didn't try to confront Stiles about anything. But he was always there, watching him, and each time Stiles would catch him looking Jackson would smile shyly, sometimes he would even blush, and Stiles never knew how to react. He couldn't deny how…adorable Jackson looked like that, smiling, sincerely, both expectant and afraid, that deep blush painting his pale skin, it made Stiles feel...wanted. He'd never felt that and liked it, but it was Jackson…

Stiles had even gone far enough to avoid Scott and Derek, he was covered in bruises that refused to fade, especially the bite mark on his neck, that was still bright and red and stung slightly, and Scott had even pointed out that he smelled different. Stiles didn't want people to ask him what happened, they had no right, as much as it scared him, that moment in the woods between he and Jackson was something special, sacred even, and no one had that right to take that away from him.

There was also the fact that the town had fallen into a strange peace with an undercurrent of powerful tension that was waiting to snap everyone's neck off. Isaac usually spent his time with Scott now, the two were annoyingly inseparable, and Erica and Boyd haven't been around for several months, Jackson was pretty much Derek's only beta now, Scott and Isaac were usually to busy being together to bother being with Derek, Jackson was probably the only one who wanted to be with Derek. The Alpha pack was still around but they hadn't attacked or done anything so no one really knew whether they should be afraid or not…

Stiles was sitting at his desk finishing up some homework. It usually took him far longer than was probably normal, he always got distracted, always played around on his computer, or would get engrossed in some book until he realized he still had stuff left to do. Right now he was staring outside his window. The only thing the view offered him was the forest behind his house, it was all big trees and dead leaves and absolutely nothing else. There, in a tree pretty far off were twin glowing orbs, probably a bird, an owl maybe. Stiles sighed and closed his notebook, he wasn't going to get much done, he wasn't feeling it that night. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, he was tired. Most days Stiles felt as if he would suffocate with the amount of responsibility that was placed on him by the stupid supernatural creatures of the town, by his friends, his new family, but all that combined into a strange feeling of importance, Stiles liked feeling needed. But that was rare, once every few months, and not since Jackson was cured, everything had gone back to normal and suddenly Stiles wasn't needed anymore, wasn't important. Most days he felt like the last survivor of a dead earth surrounded by ghosts who tried to talk to him but which he was incapable of understanding, he just felt lonely...sometimes.

He flinched when he heard the loud sharp scream from outside, he tore open his window and down below, in the woods, somewhat far into the distance, he could hear the loud angry snarling of some animals. Every few second he would hear a loud animal roar of pain, or some sad pathetic yip. When the sounds morphed, when they turned to something more horrifying, to something not quite human, not quite, but still human none the less, he called Derek. The alpha didn't answer, it rang three times before going to voice mail.

He called Scott and waited through five rings before the boy picked up, "Scott there's something outside my house, I think it's a werewolf,"

"Well hi to you too Stiles…sheesh,"

"Scott I'm fucking serious, there something," at the moment he heard a piercing roar that ended in a wet gurgle.

"Stiles…what was that,"

"I don't fucking know just get over here,"

"I can't…"

"What the—what do you mean you can't !?"

"I'm not in town, me and Isaac wanted to go hunting—"

"You don't even like hunting, you think it's a disgusting animal urge that you as a human are better than."

"Well Isaac wanted to try it, he says Derek won't take him."

"Maybe there's—" The loud howl was followed by another loud shrill, that was a women, there was no denying it, but her scream was ended short, it echoed there, in the air and Stiles didn't know what to do. He waited and could still hear something struggling in the woods far from his house, it all seemed to echo right through his open window. He noticed lights going on in other houses and hung up the phone. Scott was fucking useless, how could he leave him behind, asshole. Finally it all ended, the sounds stopped, the animals began to make their nocturnal noises again, and Stiles, with nothing else to do, and with everything seemingly safe, went to bed.

The next day at school was strange, without Scott, Stiles was left to spend all his time by himself. He never realized how lonely he was without the other boy, he thought he had more friends than that, it was sad to realize that all his new friends weren't actually his friends, but Scott's.

For the first time in a long time Stiles didn't want to be in school, he felt strange, his skin was too tight, there were too many people, he wished Scott was there. That's when he noticed the other boy in his life, Jackson. He was walking behind him, they were both heading to class. Stiles turned to look at the new wolf and was shocked at what he saw, Jackson looked like shit, his skin was covered in deep purple blotches, he had a large already fading black eye, and on his neck and around his arms he had cuts and gashes.

"Dude what happened to you,"

"I," Jackson scoffed, "well I was in fight."

"God…are you okay…"

Jackson smiled, "Yeah I'm alright, you should have seen the other guys."

Before they reached their classroom Jackson grabbed Stiles' arm and pulled him aside. "Hey…I know that your not talking to me or something," Jackson seemed embarrassed to mention the strange thing between them but it didn't stop him, "but do you maybe want to like go somewhere…I can tell you don't want to be here…"

Stiles thought about it, he really wanted to leave, he had been totally off the past couple days, he didn't feel like himself, maybe some rest would do him some good.

"Okay, let's go."

It was how they ended up driving down the highway in Jackson's Porsche, the sun was hot and as Jackson drove south it seemed to get hotter. Stiles didn't know where the other boy was taking him, but he wasn't worried. He knew that Jackson would never hurt him…

They ended up at a rocky beach. Tall cliffs rose around them as Jackson led the way down a small path to the sandy beach below. There were few people dotted across the long expanse which gave Stiles and Jackson the illusion of privacy. They sat down on a sand bluff and watched the waves for far longer than Stiles even realized. He felt himself dozing and was brought out of his stupor when a ball landed near his face. He opened his eyes and brushed the sleep out of them before tossing the ball back to the family sitting near by. Jackson had draped the flannel and hoodie he was wearing over him and was currently swimming laps in the ocean. Stiles watched him cut through the water like a fish and wondered why Jackson never became a dolphin, maybe the kanima actually swam, maybe it wasn't a lizard but a sea monster…

Jackson rose out of the water like Poseidon returning to land, that's what he looked like to Stiles in that instant, a god coming home. He blinked and tried hard to clear his mind, he almost succeeded, almost, but Jackson was walking towards him with that shy smile on his face and Stiles couldn't help smiling back. Jackson's bruises seemed to have faded away to the point that only the thin small lines of scratches and cuts were left. Jackson fell on the sand next to Stiles and turned to face the ocean, they laid side by side quietly, not speaking, neither knew what to say, neither knew whether or not to broach the subject that both of them were avoiding.

"I…I'm sorry you know? I never meant to hurt you," Jackson turned away, "I just…its okay if you hate me, its okay if you don't like me…but maybe…maybe we can try, I—I don't really think you know me…" Jackson just shook his head and stopped talking. He played with the sand underneath his hands while he tried to compose himself, to try and finish what he was trying to say, Stiles let him. "I can change, if that's what you want me to do. I can be a better person, I know I can, you just have to give me some time to prove myself—"
"Jackson stop! I…I don't think I can do this…I…It scares me."

"I know…It's okay."

They left after that, Jackson dropped Stiles off at his house before going to do whatever werewolf Jackson did, Stiles assumed it wasn't the same thing as old jock Jackson. Stiles knew that Jackson had changed, the kanima had removed most of his anger and fear, but what it left behind was all the self hatred and pride. Stiles thought the pride was good, it was what made Jackson want to be a better person and it gave him the drive to do it, but the hate seemed to morph that drive into something horribly self-destructive. It was why Stiles said no, he didn't want Jackson to change for him, he didn't want Jackson to change…

Jackson watched from his tree and could see Stiles sitting alone in his room, he wished he could be there for him, he wished Stiles would just let him be there for him. Jackson heard a twig snap below him. He fucking hated them, he'd told Derek and the man had done nothing about it. Those fucking Alpha fucks always came here, Jackson had told them to stay away, he'd warned them. But they said that the weakest member of the pack always gets taken out first, apparently that meant Stiles. They'd only attacked once before then, when they first came to town, Jackson thought maybe that would be the end of it. But this was the second time in one week that they appeared at Stiles' house. Jackson didn't know if they wanted the boy or his dad, what he did know was that he was the only one protecting them, Derek didn't believe Jackson, and Scott thought Stiles could handle himself, they were both idiots. Jackson launched himself out of the tree and landed on the back of one of the alphas and twisted the mans neck until it snapped, he leaped off that person to the next and the one after that. It only took a few seconds, now they were dead.

"Wow, that was impressive." Jackson turned and crouched low to the ground as a rolling growl passed over his fangs, in the distance he could see someone, he looked like he was Derek's age, but without the gloomy air of testosterone. He clapped as he walked towards Jackson, "I've never seen a beta take out so many alphas, in like five seconds, and my don't you have the prettiest little eyes I ever did see…Anyways, I thought I'd let you know that we won't be coming her anymore. We wanted to know how important the human was to your pack and as it turns out he's just your bitch, I should have known, he reeks of bitch, you know the smell, overly sweet, like a hooker's perfume. He must love being fucked by you, big bad wolf that you are. Anyways we're turning our focus to the girl now."

"Why do you care, they're only human, just leave us all alone. We haven't done anything." Jackson wanted them gone, all of them, this was his town, his territory, no one could take it away from him.

"We…don't want to hurt you or your pack or even 'steal' this territory away from you…we're looking for something, someone, someonessss. But if you and your pack get in our way we will kill you and everyone you love, that includes your mate over there and his dad, it includes your little Hawaiian friend and everyone he knows. I've tolerated you killing all those alphas I sent here, if they were so easily taken out by one beta they deserved to die, but if you start getting—"

"Fuck you, you can monologue all you want I don't care why you're here or what you want I want you out! And if you do anything to hurt the people I love I will come down on your head with all the fury I have, and believe me, I have fury to spare," Jackson eyes were glowing that bright neon blue as he clenched his claws and licked his fangs. He could take them, all of them, none of them would lay a finger on his mate, never.

The man didn't speak he kicked the ground beneath his feet before turning and walking away. When he climbed to the top of a hill he turned and waved to Jackson and leaped into the air, he landed as a wolf, a giant grey one, he melted into the woods and disappeared from sight, Jackson sighed. He needed to talk to Derek this had gone too far but more than anything he needed to check on Stiles. He ran through the woods as fast as he could before he finally reached the house, he jumped straight up to Stiles window and landed on the boy's sill. Stiles squealed as he struggle out of the shirt he was pulling over his head.

Jackson walked past the boy and opened his room door to look out into the hall. No one was there, he sniffed the air and found only known scents, he listened and could only hear Stiles' beating heart and forced breath as he tried to get his shirt off, or maybe back on Jackson couldn't tell. When Jackson was sure everything was okay he turned to Stiles and helped him out of his shirt.

"What the fuck—Jackson! Jesus, you scared the shit out of me, what are you doing here, what's your problem you can't just—"

"I know I just had to make sure you were okay."

Stiles took a step back and looked at Jackson, he looked fine, except for the thin white scars that decorated his arms and deep raised flesh of the scars on his neck, but those had been there before. What hadn't, was that look of fear on Jackson's face, the wolf suddenly pulled Stiles against him, buried his face into the boys neck and let out a shaky sigh.

"I thought maybe they'd done something to you, I thought I'd failed." Jackson was shaking, surprise and adrenaline had carried him through the short fight with those alphas, but that was gone, he finally just let the fear of what just happened course through his veins like an injection of ice water. He needed to protect his mate, without him Jackson would die, the void would win, it would open up and swallow Jackson whole.

"Hey it's okay…" Stiles patted Jackson's back as the wolf held him close and trembled. He had no idea what had happened but Jackson was scared, terrified, and for some reason he had come here, to Stiles, right when the boy had decided he would rub one off. Stiles finally pushed Jackson away and the wolf reluctantly let him.

"Okay, tell me what this is about…but first let me put my shirt back on." Before Stiles could move towards his drawers, he felt Jackson's hand wrap around his wrist, he was suddenly thrown onto his bed. Stiles landed and pulled himself onto his elbows just in time to see Jackson as he leaped on top of him. Jackson pushed him down with a quick jab from his hand, the bitten wolf toward over him and released a long rolling growl from between his fanged teeth, his eyes shown electric blue and Stiles was stunned silent. Jackson buried his face into the boy's stomach and rubbed his face across the smooth expanse; he sniffed and licked, and took small pinches of flesh between his teeth and tasted. Stiles tried pushing him away but Jackson just grabbed his hands and held them away, the wolf began planting kiss up the boy's stomach, across his abs, past his belly button, onto the space between his pecs, up the side of Stiles neck, before planting a close mouth kiss on Stiles' mouth.

"I swear I won't let them hurt you, I'll die before I let anything happen to you or your father, I promise." Jackson kissed Stiles one more time, a deeper one, Stiles found himself opening his mouth and wrapping his arms around Jackson's neck, he didn't know what made him do it, it just felt right. Jackson gently pushed him back down against the bed before following his trail back downwards until he reached the hem of Stiles jeans. He unbuckled the pants and lowered the zipper before grabbing them, and Stiles' underwear, and pulling them both off with one swift motion.

Stiles was hard, he couldn't remember when it happened, but he was, his dick stretched upwards and pointed at his belly button, a thin stream of pre-come glazed the tip and slowly flowed down onto his stomach. Jackson took some time to examine the hard flesh closely, he wasn't able to before, but he could now. He stroked Stiles from base to tip, pulled all the flesh upwards until it stretched over Stiles tip like a thick foreskin before stroking downwards and pulling the flesh tight. Jackson hadn't realized before but Stiles was cut, circumcised, Jackson wasn't, he liked the way Stiles looked better, but he might just be a little biased. He smiled and licked the tip of Stiles' dick and tasted the sweet liquid that was beading there. Jackson licked Stiles from the base of his dick all the way to the tip, he looked up at Stiles who was leaning backwards against his headrest, the boy had sheets fisted in his hands, his eyes were closed tight and his mouth was hanging open, when Jackson licked the slit and sucked up the beads of pre-come which were forming there, Stiles would bite his lip in an attempt to keep himself from moaning. Jackson smiled, he would get Stiles to moan, he knew it.

Stiles breath was hard as he felt Jackson lick him, Jackson took each of his balls in his mouth and sucked them and massaged the with his teeth, soaked them in his saliva. The wolf lifted the smooth sac and buried his nose in the space beneath it, he stretched his tongue into the tight cleft and licked, Stiles had to bite his lip hard, Jackson had almost reached his hole and the feeling was amazing. Jackson licked his way back up to the tip of Stiles' dick before taking him down his throat. Stiles did moan this time, long and loud, he could feel the muscles in Jackson throat work around his dick, they massaged and pulled on his flesh as Jackson swallowed. There weren't words, at least not for Stiles, he just moaned in a way he knew made him sound like the biggest slut in town, if he bit his lips any harder he knew he would draw blood.

Jackson just closed his eyes and went to town, he sucked, and bobbed his head up and down, he grasped Stiles' sack in his hand and pulled the flesh down tight, he did all to make Stiles feel good. Jackson loved sucking Stiles, the boy made the best noises he'd ever heard and would respond with such enthusiasm it made Jackson proud, knowing that he was making Stiles feel better than the boy ever had in his life, it made Jackson hard and his dick strained against his jeans.

Jackson pulled out his lucky tube of lube, he'd had it in his pocket ever since that night in the woods, all in the hope that maybe just maybe Stiles might…He poured the slick liquid on his fingers and dragged them below Stiles' balls and drove them into the dark cleft until he felt the tight opening. Jackson sucked harder and deeper, he took Stiles deep into his throat at the same time as he plunged his finger into Stiles. The boy moaned low and deep and Jackson couldn't help the growl that was pulled out of his chest, the vibrations made Stiles moan louder.

Jackson pulled off Stiles dick long enough to lose his shirt, he sunk back down onto Stiles, as he fingered and sucked the boy. He toed off his shoes and could distantly hear them falling on the floor, Jackson unbuckled his pants and pushed them, and his underwear, down onto his thighs. With some struggle he was finally able to take his pants off until he was as naked as Stiles. Jackson allowed the boys hard flesh to literally pop out of his mouth. He slowly climbed up Stiles until they were face to face. Stiles' eyes were still screwed shut, his cheeks were burning bright red, his mouth was hanging open and fasts puffs of breath escaped past his lips. He opened his eyes and looked right at Jackson, the wolf stretched forward and kissed Stiles who could feel Jackson's hard dick sitting heavily on his stomach. Jackson reached back and began stroking Stiles, he grabbed him by the base and stroked all the way to the tip, the entire time Jackson kissed Stiles, the boy wrapped his arms around Jackson neck and kissed him back. Stiles felt as Jackson gripped him and then felt the tip of his dick press against…something. Jackson stretched backwards and Stiles felt—he thought, but it couldn't be—until he felt it give, and suddenly his dick was surrounded by searing hot flesh and velvety smoothness. He moaned.

Stiles never thought in a million years that he would one day find himself buried inside Jackson. Stiles thought that Jackson was fingering him to prepare him to get fucked, Stiles hadn't noticed that Jackson had been finger himself. Stiles opened his eyes, shocked, and looked right into Jackson's. The wolf only smiled though as he slowly rocked his hips, Stiles couldn't help the whining noise he made, but he didn't close his eyes, he stared right into Jackson's and Jackson rocked, up and down, in and out. Stiles' hips slowly started rocking as well. Jackson bounced and Stiles stretched his hands out and ran them along Jackson's perfect body, along the sharp bones of his hips, the muscled rounds of his abs, and his hard chiseled chest. They were both sweating and panting and Stiles was moaning, and god, he knew he sound like a bitch in heat, he wondered how Jackson could keep so quite. But Jackson wasn't quite, he was growling deep and monotone, his skin was flushed pink and he could feel himself going faster and faster.

Soon the slap of Stiles hips meeting Jackson's round ass echoed through his room. Jackson was bouncing fast up and down and Stiles was meeting him half way. Stiles need, he needed, something—he reached out and wrapped his arms around Jackson and brought him into a searing hot kiss, all spit and teeth, and before he even knew it he came, and so did Jackson, right across Stiles stomach up to his chest. Stiles leaned back in took in his view, Jackson flushed red and hair mussed, his dick and the mound of flesh at its base, swollen but not completely, 'so that's the knot,' thought Stiles and reached out to grasp it. That tore a moan from Jackson, the wolf's thighs were quivering but he didn't move. He stayed with Stiles buried deep inside him until Stiles grew soft and slipped out.

Within that time Stiles felt a deep sleep coming over him. He felt as Jackson lifted off of him, felt Jackson's hands on his hips as the wolf rolled him onto his stomach, and the next thing he felt was Jackson hot wet tongue as it licked a strip right up his ass, and suddenly he wasn't sleepy. Jackson licked and spit and dove his tongue deep into Stiles and all the boy could do was clutch his sheets in a death grip. Jackson wasn't shy about, he didn't treat it as something disgusting he had to do to bring his partner pleasure, no Jackson dove in like a man starved.

Stiles wasn't sure how long Jackson rimmed him for, he didn't know if it was five minutes or even an hour, probably somewhere in between. All Stiles did know was that he was hard again, achingly so, and he really need more than a warm tongue to take him over the edge.

As if sensing Stiles' need, Jackson began sliding up the boy's back until he was able to bury his head into the side of Stiles' neck. He grabbed Stiles' hands and gripped them tight before wrapping both their arms around Stiles' body.

"You ready," whispered Jackson into Stiles' ear and the only thing the boy could do was nod vigorously. Jackson slide his dick along Stiles' crack a few times, the cleft was covered in spit and lube that thickly coated Jackson. Finally, Jackson lined himself up and fluidly pushed into the boy. Stiles moaned, 'god', and Jackson growled loud and right in his ear, and it should not have turned Stiles on as much as it did. Stiles felt the growl vibrate in Jackson's chest and through both their bodies, and Jackson fucked him.

The pace was slowly and the thrusts were deep, Stiles realized he was whining, he just held on and let Jackson do what he apparently did best. Again, the sounds of slapping flesh reverberated through the room and Stiles hoped his dad wasn't home, he couldn't remember. Jackson licked the side of Stiles' face before sinking his teeth deep into the boy's neck, right over the old teeth marks, his mark, his mate, his all his.

Jackson increased his pace and the power of his thrusts, the headboard banged against the wall behind it and Stiles was moaning loud, he squeezed Jackson's hands hard, it was all he could do as Jackson fucked him hard. Stiles just wanted to stroke himself, he knew if he touched his dick he would come harder than ever had, but Jackson held his hands just as tight as Stiles held Jackson's. Finally, Stiles felt the swelling of Jackson knot, felt as it pushed past his ring and then engorge to fullness, and all Stiles could see where the white lights that flashed in front of his eyes as he came. Stiles swears Jackson was howling as he signaled his own orgasm, but that could have just as easily had been the blood rushing in his ears. Stiles closed his eyes.

When he opened them again he was on his side, Jackson had his arms wrapped around him. Stiles tried pulling away but Jackson stopped him, "We're…we're still…attached. I'm…I'm still knotted in you."

"Oh," said Stiles and settled back down into the space he occupied in Jackson's arms. The wolf ran his finger tip's across his face and planted small chaste kisses on his face and neck.

"Close your eyes, sleep some more, I don't know when it's going to pass," and Stiles did just that. As he drifted away he heard Jackson whispering in his ear—I love you, will always love you, so much, I will protect you, be the perfect boyfriend, I'll change, be a better person, make you so proud, keep you safe, I'll die for you, without you, I love you.

Stiles slowly awoke much later. It was pitch black in his room, the only light was coming through the window from the pale yellow street light outside, and the warm blue glow of his computer he never had the time to turn off. Stiles thought he would wake up alone again, but he wasn't, his head was pillowed on Jackson bare chest and the wolf's arms were wrapped tight around his body. Stiles' own arms were wrapped around Jackson torso and Stiles knew he wouldn't be able to get them out from under the wolf without waking him, so he didn't remove them. Stiles knew there were two things he could do at that moment—he could either wake Jackson up and ask him to leave and freak the fuck out about what was happening, or he could just lay his head back down onto Jackson's chest and just accept whatever was happening between he and Jackson—Stiles closed his eyes and slept. And for the first time in a long time he didn't dream, Stiles didn't have to create new worlds in his head, perfect worlds where he was happy, he didn't have to because for the first time in a long time he was, happy.