Jackson hated this, hated the way Derek would pull him tight against his body, would press them close together until there was nothing left between them, it was pure skin on skin. Jackson hated the way Derek insisted on making him the little spoon when all he wanted was to be left in peace in his own bed, he wanted to sleep alone blissed out after being fucked raw.

Jackson would pull away from Derek, peel the older mans arms from around his waist and roll away. Derek would just pull him back in and press them together. They wrestled like this for an hour before Derek finally pulled Jackson on top of his body, forced the boys head down on his chest and held it there.

Jackson instantly hated that position; he couldn't get away, not the way Derek was holding him. Derek slid one of his hands up Jackson's back, through the sweat that was breaking out there, and then firmly tangled his fingers in the boy's hair. Jackson never let people touch his hair, not even Lydia, and Derek was making him grit his teeth, he realized he hated that more than anything. But then the older man did something with his fingers, racked his nails across Jackson's scalp, hard, but not painfully. Derek massaged the flesh of Jackson's head and it was…it was…

Derek felt as Jackson melted into him, as his body slowly unclenched and relaxed completely, that was exactly what he was looking for. Derek sighed as he thought of the boy, Jackson was an annoying dick, he demanded things from people, he never asked, he walked around as if the world owed him everything, as if he deserved it for no reason other than being himself, as if he were a demigod among mere mortals and some strange part of Derek found it…adorable, cute even. But when the boy turned that attitude on him, demanded Derek give him the bite, all it did was fill the born wolf with insurmountable anger…and a little bit of pride. Jackson would stand in front of him filled with so much fear and yet that never prevented him from demanding, from standing up to him, and that was good, Derek needed a mate who was brave and Jackson was, last night had proven that when he was able to swing the lacrosse stick. Derek needed a mate who was his equal, someone who Derek could stand with side by side and start a pack, but right now, Jackson wasn't that person, Derek had made sure of that by scaring the boy. Mates should never be afraid of each other….Derek had a lot to make up for. The born wolf listened as Jackson's heart beat slowed, listened to his breathing even out, and finally the boy faded into sleep, and Derek, knowing his mate was taken care of, followed.

Jackson loved the cold and the way the winds in Beacon Hills seemed to cut through clothes and chill you to the bone, he loved the way fog seemed to cling to the town like a familiar friend and soak everything in its freezing mist. Jackson loved it because he could wear multiple layers of clothing; he loved covering up, being able to wear long sleeves and a jacket. But most of all Jackson loved getting warm and cozy. His favorite days ended in a cold day at school or after an icy practice and his race home to bundle up on his bed with his thick covers. Which is why Jackson reluctantly admitted that sleeping with Derek wasn't that bad, he was warm, and he was protective, and he did that thing with his hand, buried in his hair, that Jackson loved. He didn't mind that he was sweating, or that Derek kept running his hand up and down his back, they were…Jackson wasn't sure, comforting? Loving? He didn't know what that was meant to feel like; no one had ever shown him either of those things.

Jackson opened his eyes and shut them again when the bright light of the new day assaulted his senses. His room was blindingly bright, it was late morning, and he moaned against the idea of having to wake up. Derek slowly ran his hand down the boy's body and cupped his ass checks, before lightly running his fingers along the boys crack. Derek heard as Jackson's heart beat slowly picked up, Derek circled his finger along Jackson's hole, felt Jackson tense up and Derek smelled the start of Jackson's fear, and when he pushed his finger in Jackson hissed and clenched. "Does that hurt?" asked Derek, and Jackson shook his head yes, Derek felt it where it was rested on his chest, "then I won't fuck you today."

"I-I don't want to be your bitch," were the first words out of Jackson's mouth, and Derek really wished he'd kept it shut. He flipped Jackson until his back was pressed painfully hard into the mattress, squeezed the boy's wrists in his hands, and growled. Derek hovered over Jackson, eyes glowing blue, teeth sharpened to fangs, but not completely wolfed out, and he said, "You are, you're my bitch."

Jackson turned his face away as shame and fear burned through his body, "Say it," demanded Derek, Jackson felt the bones of his wrists creak as they were squeezed and he said, "I'm your bitch," in a low pathetic voice. And Derek responded, "Yes, you're my bitch," and Jackson turned away as fear completely overcame him, as tears burned in his eyes and threatened to spill over.

He didn't want Derek to see him that way, the disgustingly pathetic scared little boy, he'd been better yesterday, had remained as brave as he could in front of the man who Jackson was both obsessed and terrified of. But now he was scared. As they'd slept, he and Derek had dreamt, and what Jackson saw was a family, a pack, Derek had called it, running through the woods, wild and free. But Jackson had no idea what Derek expected of him, what place Derek had made for him in his non-existent pack. "I...I don't want to be your pack bitch," said Jackson, and tried hard not to be disgusted with how pathetic he probably sound.

Jackson hadn't felt as his tears slipped down his face, not until Derek wiped them away with his thumb, "I never said you were going to be a pack bitch, I said you were MY bitch, your MINE, you belong to ME, no one touches you but me, just me." Derek hated this Jackson, the person he became when he was around Derek; he wanted the strong, cocky, asshole Jackson, that was the person who was his mate, not this sad scared little thing.

As if sensing his thoughts Jackson steeled his features, his eyes flashed with something cold and dangerous and he growled, "You fucking confuse me Derek; you scare the shit out of me. You fucking tried to kill me yesterday, I know you did, and then you fucking raped me and now your forcing me to say I'm your bitch and you're angry at me for being afraid, for being ashamed! Fuck you, get off me! I SAID GET THE FUCK OFF!" Jackson twisted and turned and then brought his head forward and slammed it against Derek's nose, but the older man held him down, Jackson didn't stop, he just trashed harder and Derek didn't know what else to do but lunge forward and bite the boy's neck.

Jackson shouted and grit his teeth, he breathe through the pain and felt his brain go numb, 'fucking werewolves', was all he could think before his mind went blank. Derek huffed in and out as Jackson went limp and fell against the bed panting. "Look at me. I don't want you to be afraid of me, I don't. I don't want you to feel shame just because you want me to fuck you, and I know you do, I can smell it on you, and I don't want you to be confused. I'm going to prove to you that I can be the best mate you could ask for, I'll make you happy and give you everything you want…but you have to be the best mate I could ask for, and sometimes that means rolling over and being my bitch, sometimes it means obeying me when you don't want to, and you will want to, make me happy, because when you do, when you're a good little puppy guess what?" Derek waited and looked at Jackson who was watching him with rapt attention, "If you're a good little puppy I'll roll over for you and I'll be your bitch," Derek emphasized his point by licking the oozing bite he left on Jackson's neck, "Do you want that Jackson," asked Derek with a huge toothy smirk pulling at his face as he sucked on Jackson's neck, "Do you want to roll me over and fuck me hard. Do you want to bury your dick so deep in my ass you'll make me scream your name? Do you want to take me over the hood of your expensive car, outside, on the school field, and make me come while you're buried deep inside me?" Jackson slowly shook his head yes at everything Derek said, "then you have prove it," Derek threw the sheets off the bed and said, "suck my dick, show me you can make me feel good, show me you can take orders without back talking, show me you want to make me feel good and I promise I'll make it so you'll never be afraid of me again, I'll make it so that every time you see me all you'll feel is love, and I will make you feel so good."

Derek pulled Jackson up and kissed him harshly before laying back on the bed, back pressed against the headboard and waited. Jackson looked at him were he kneeled and had no idea what to do. One part of his brain was telling him to say no, to deny the fucking bond and refuse to be Derek's mate, the other part was begging him to bend over for Derek, to just accept something that he wanted for once in his life and not worry about whether or not he deserved it. All in the hopes that maybe he could truly be happy, maybe Derek could chase away all his insecurities...

Jackson moved down the bed and in between Derek's legs before bending forward, he looked up at Derek, he was still a little scared, "I don't…I've never done this," he said, and couldn't believe he was embarrassed that he couldn't give good head.

"It's okay; I'll tell you what to do. For now just do what you think will feel good." Derek placed his hand on Jackson's head and scratched and Jackson didn't feel as nervous.

He bent forward and licked a wet trail up from the base of Derek's dick all the way to the tip. Jackson did that a few times just so he could get used to the idea, the flavor. He then took the head in his mouth and sucked lightly, felt Derek's hand clutch his hair a bit more roughly, and Jackson sucked hard. He used his tongue to massage the sensitive nerve endings on the ridge of Derek's head, pressed his tongue flat against the fernulum and massaged there. Derek gripped his hair hard and moaned so low and long it sounded like a growl that vibrated out of his chest, down his body, up his dick, and straight into Jackson. He wasn't sure if he felt embarrassed by the fact that hearing Derek moan had made him hard, he wanted to hear that sound again, he wanted to make Derek feel good and he wasn't sure if that was him or if it was just the mating bond. Derek scratched his head again and Jackson no longer cared.

He took more of the wolf's dick in his mouth, tried to take the whole thing and felt it hit the back of his throat and he gagged. He pulled off and looked up at Derek who was watching him with so much attention it made him feel strange, the mans eyes were glowing that strange ghost blue and Jackson felt completely exposed.

Derek used his hand to gently push Jackson back down and he licked the long member a few more times before putting it back in his mouth. He slowly suckled the head, nursed on it, and massaged the glans with his tongue, circled his tongue all around the spongy tip before pressing it flat against the slit and Derek moaned again. He slowly took more of the member in his mouth, Jackson hollowed out his cheeks as he sucked hard and swirled his tongue around the head, around the length, before licking the underside of Derek's dick and felt the man moan a long row of 'mmm's'. Jackson did that, made the wolf make that sound, he felt a strange sort of pride knowing that Derek was enjoying his work, the man hadn't even given him any pointers yet.

Jackson tried going a bit further down on the dick and gagged again, he pulled of and took deep breathes. Derek watched the long string of saliva that oozed off his dick and clung to Jackson's lips and couldn't believe what he was seeing. It had been years since the born wolf had had any sort of sex, he hadn't allowed himself, and he suddenly realized he was on the very edge of his orgasm.

Jackson bent down and took each of Derek's balls in his mouth and sucked on them, gently bit on the round orbs and Derek growled. Jackson saw the base of Derek's dick swell unnaturally; it filled with blood and expanded outward twice the thickness of his dick. That was his knot, Jackson had had that inside him a few hours ago, he couldn't believe it, the thing was huge. Jackson took the dick back in his mouth and wrapped his hands around the knot and squeezed. Derek's entire body quivered, the older man let out a shaky breath and harshly pulled on Jackson's hair by accident. Jackson looked up and saw Derek's eyes were closed shut, the man was trying to fight off his orgasm, his teeth were fangs and his face was covered in fur, his features had changed into something completely animal, and Jackson took pride in the fact that he did that, made the man lose control.

Jackson sucked hard and, using his thumb and forefinger, gripped right below the knot, just like his asshole would, and Derek came with a roar. Jackson's pulled off quickly, felt the come land on his face and Derek went completely limp. He was still spent from last night, and hadn't come much, but it was more than was humanly possible. Jackson panted and wiped the drool from his face. Derek finally opened his eyes and looked at Jackson, his face was painted white, and he had to shut his eyes again because that was too fucking hot. But his wolf growled and raged and Derek shot forward and gripped Jackson's chin. He brought his other hand up to the boys face and wiped the come off with his finger. He then presented them to Jackson, and the boy slowly opened his mouth. Derek pushed his come into the boy's mouth and Jackson swallowed, and Derek felt his wolf howl in joy.

Derek lunged forward and pushed Jackson flat against the bed. He lifted the boy's hips until he was bent in half, his hips high in the air, his head flat on the bed. Derek then attacked Jackson asshole, he licked and laved and spit and drooled and plunged his tongue deep into Jackson's ass, and Jackson fucking moaned like a bitch in heat. Jackson wanted to get fucked, "Please—Derek I need—please, fuck me," Jackson wanted it so bad. He still hurt, his hole had burned and somewhere deep in his gut was a strange pain the boy had never felt before, but he wanted it. "No," said Derek, "I said I want going to fuck you today remember, you're hurt and I'm not going to hurt you even more."

Instead Derek spit a thick glob of saliva into his palm and gripped Jackson's dick and stroked it as he rimmed the boy with all his worth. Jackson kicked his legs and moaned as Derek stroked and rimmed him and before he even knew it his orgasm hit him like a punch to the gut, he grunted long and loud as his own come landed on his face, on his lips and cheeks. Derek dropped the boy's hips and pulled him up and licked the come off the boys face, savored the ambrosia. Derek licked the come off Jackson's lips until Jackson opened up and tasted himself on Derek's tongue. Derek kissed him deep and possessively.

They collapsed onto the bed, Jackson on top of Derek, just like they woke up, and panted for breathe.

"There's a lot going on right now…you need to know. About Scott, and the Argent, and the alpha," said Derek.

"The bite," started Jackson.

"I'll get it for you, but let me explain." And Derek did, he told him about Peter being alpha and sending him after Jackson, about Scott being Peter's first beta, about the hunters and Argent tying to kill them all, Deaton and magic, and about his plan to kill Peter and become alpha, turn Jackson and start a pack.

He then explained how mating worked, how mates weren't chosen, one was made for each wolf. How claiming, which was the same as marking, only made it so that other wolves knew to back off, and how bonding connected them, their souls, so that they could share their memories with each other. Jackson listened and learned and couldn't wait for Derek to become alpha couldn't wait to be a wolf, and start a pack with Derek, he couldn't fucking wait.