Connecting With The Whole
AUTHOR: DJDarkPixie
SHOW: "Teen Wolf"
TIMELINE: Post Season 1 – Future
PREMISE: Sequel to "When Your Soul Cries Out" and "Lucky Valentine", same Universe, no Lydia or Allison. Derek and Stiles are engaged, Danny & Jackson are a couple, Scott finds his mate in Ted, Danny's date from their winter formal. Everyone is/will be a wolf.
CATEGORIZATION: SLASH; M/M; Stiles/Derek "Sterek", Danny/Jackson "Dax", Scott/Ted "Tott", humor, angst, romance, fraternity, supernatural, spirituality, charity, death, murder, mayhem, super smut, perhaps a 3-way, perhaps not. Yes, a tease. You know who you are and you love it. Might even be some cotton candy in pink of course!
DISCLAIMER: All references to the show "Teen Wolf" are owned by MTV and only this plot and alternate universe belongs to me, well, I inherited it from my partner in crime, Blooboy70.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed/commented on the last chapter. Everyone chastised me into getting more so I did my best despite how short the verse might be. It's not about size, hoochies. ;)
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Chapter 8 – Truth
(cont'. from ch.7 prior to Jeremy and Brian returning to Omega's Universe: Scott finished the battle with his wolf quickly and bit his lip. "Ted," he started unsure of what the reply would be. "I, um, well, seeing as how you like root beer and all. Would you like to come over sometime and see the microbrewery? You could even taste it and tell me what you think?" His face was flush and his heart was pounding like his chest was going to burst. A bead of sweat ran down his cheek, the air conditioning still not working.
Ted smiled as he swallowed his soda. "Of course," he replied, his heart fluttering. "It's a date.")
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Ted's heart leapt into his throat. Part of him wanted to scream yes right there, but he didn't want to seem like a dork, so he gave himself a split second to calm down. It didn't work very well as he almost shouted out, "Yes, that would be awesome!" He cleared his throat looking around sheepishly. "I mean that would be nice. I can't wait to see it. I look forward to it." His leg was bouncing with excitement, his smile going all the way up to his eyes.
Scott too smiled an enormous smile, his eyes squinting. "Great. How about after breakfast or later?" He paused when a plate of food arrived at his side, distracting him.
"Okay, boys. Two biscuit and gravy specials…" Jean placed Scott's plate down in front of him. "All the meats, steaks both rare, one orange juice, and…" the waitress continued as she placed Ted's food in front of him, took Scott's orange juice glass from her expertly balanced tray and he took it before it could hit the table. "And, a refill of root beer for Patrick's favorite nephew." She winked as she took Ted's empty root beer mug from him and handed him a frosty cold refill. "Y'all enjoy and let me know if you need anything, okay?" Both boys gave her a round of 'thank yous' as she retreated back down the aisle with her tray and used dishware.
Both boys' mouths began to water at the feast in front of them. Scott looked up at Ted and smiled. He took his orange juice and raised it into the air between them to propose a toast. "To a great meal, great conversation, and wishes for a great afternoon!" He clinked his glass against Ted's mug and brought the orange liquid to his mouth. Before he could register the scent of juice, his keen werewolf nose picked up a slight hint of arousal and his ears picked up a very small mumbled voice. Did I hear that right?, he thought. Yes, said his wolf. Mate said it.
Not knowing Scott could hear him, as he brought the rim of the icy mug of molasses colored goodness to his mouth, Ted whispered a tiny toast, or wish, of his own. "And wishes for a great first date and a chance to kiss that beautiful mouth."
Scott's heartbeat sped up at what he had heard and smelled. He almost choked on his drink he got so excited. His chocolate brown eyes glanced over the rim of his glass across the table to see green eyes smiling back. Smiling back with a slight root beer foam mustache.
Scott set his glass down and laughed at Ted. "What's so funny?, Ted asked, cocking his head a little."
Damn, he's so cute, Scott thought. "Um, you've got, a, um, little, uh, foam on your lip." He smiled looking shy.
Ted's own heart started to putter faster. Perfect chance, he said to himself. Take it. He smirked and leaned forward over his plate. "Oh, really? And um, is that a bad thing?" His scent of arousal spiked in Scott's nostrils higher twinged with mischief.
Scott's pants were starting to get tighter. He too leaned over his plate closer to Ted's face. His courage was beginning to grow like his arousal. He looked Ted square in the eye. "No," he said through a smile. "It's a good thing. Good thing for you that I like root beer." He closed his eyes, turning his head slightly to the right, his moist lips parting a little bit as he leaned closer. He leaned a little bit further, a small furrow forming across his brow. He leaned closer, assuming he miscalculated the distance. Still nothing. He opened his eyes and looked to see he was almost halfway lying in his food, Ted not even close, sitting fully back against the bench back, an evil grin plastered across his face. Scott's face heated and he pulled back, his mouth slowing gaping open. "Uh…" was all he could manage to utter.
Ted winked at the tanned boy's confused face. "What?" he said coyly taking a bite of his food and chewing slowly and deliberately looking at Scott right in the eyes.
Scott's mouth now dropped fully open. "Tease!" Scott said softly shaking his head.
Ted swallowed and took another drink of his root beer, this time, sticking out his tongue to slowly and suggestively lick the foam from his upper lip, closing his eyes half-way to further tease Scott. Scott smirked and shook his head slowly. "What?" said Ted again. He spoke with a fake haughty tone. "Oh, don't think I'm that easy mister. This boy's no sure thing. You have to work for it." He took a sausage link on the end of his fork, placed the end in his mouth, and stopped. He made sure Scott was looking as he slowly slid the sausage all the way in, in one long and slow slide and pulling the fork out. He winked as he slowly started to chew it. "What?" he said again, a smile crossing his mouth.
"Freaking tease!" Scott exclaimed, a grin across his face too.
Ted suddenly dropped his fork and his hand flew to his mouth covering it as he burst out laughing. Tears were falling he was laughing so hard. Scott too, at seeing him laugh started to laugh. "Dude, you should have seen your face. I was," pausing to catch a breath. "…totally yanking your chain! Oh my gosh, that's priceless." He grabbed his stomach laughing again. He kept laughing and looking at Scott's bemused look making him laugh all the more.
A small white blob of gravy arced gracefully and perfectly on target across the table. It cleared the top of the mug and found its mark with a perfect tiny little splat… directly on Ted's right cheek. Ted immediately sat upright and froze, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. His hand slowly reached up to examine what had landed on his cheek. His fingers felt something silky and slightly warm. He wiped across his cheek with his fingers and brought his hand out to examine the offending substance. Gravy. White, southern-style, cream and black pepper gravy. He looked up and over at Scott.
Scott was looking at him directly in the eye with a smirk on his face and look of dare in his eyes. His right index finger poised at the tip of his spoon held firmly up in the air in his left hand. Ready to pull back and let loose another breakfast salvo.
Ted's eyes widened at the loaded and cocked spoon aimed at his face. He gave Scott an admonishing look and shook his head back and forth mouthing 'no' across the table.
Scott smiled wider and nodded his head up and down mouthing 'yes' in return.
Ted shook his head more vigorously and spoke. "Don't even think about it mister!"
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't. You totally deserve it for that trick," Scott replied pulling the spook back a little making Ted start to tense a bit. He saw Ted's eyes close, ready for it. He pulled back on the spoon.
Ted squeezed his eyes closed and braced himself for a face full of gravy. He waited, and nothing. He peeked one eye barely open just enough to look out of and saw that Scott was gone. Both eyes flew open, as did his mouth. Scott wasn't in the booth across from him. From the corner of his eye he saw movement. As he started to turn to his right, at the same time as he turned, he realized too late he was done for. "Fuck," he said right as he turned and 'SPLAT' – right in the mouth. He heard laughing from the direction he turned. Scott had slipped out of the booth and was standing right next to him and had hit him dead on when he wasn't expecting it. Scott backed up laughing, pointing at his companion who was nodding his head, wiping gravy off with his fingers, and smiled. "Okay, okay, I deserved that," Ted said.
Still laughing, Scott replied, "Darn right you did. Make a guy think he's special then pull away. Tsk tsk tsk. Nice boys don't tease."
"Oh really, Mr. Funny Man? Do nice boys throw gravy?" Ted chastised back in mock hurt.
Falling for the ruse, Scott stopped laughing, starting to wonder if he had hurt Ted's feelings, and leaned down. "Ted, I was just kidding. I didn't mean to-" he was cut off by a gravy smeared hand wiping across his face.
He jumped up in surprise, the gravy-covered fingers having dragged across his lips. Shocked, surprised, slightly turned on, and totally caught off guard, his eyes flashed amber for an instant and he wiped his face, then lunged at Ted trying to wipe the gravy back on Ted. Ted was prepared and threw his right arm up to deflect the incoming gravy covered assault, and grabbed Scott by the neck of his shirt and pulled him into him, pressing their mouths together hard. Scott's eyes grew wide.
Scott's wolf howled with celebration. Ted's tongue slid across Scott's mouth asking for entrance. Scott closed his eyes and parted his lips. Ted slid his tongue against Scott's own. Scott laughed and pulled back.
"What's so funny?" asked Ted, nervous he did something wrong.
Scott licked his lips. "You have gravy on your mouth and I could taste it."
"Oh shut up," Ted said playfully and grabbed his face in both hands and pulled him in for a deeper and more passionate kiss.
Scott's inner wolf howled again in sheer joy! Mate likes us, he said to Scott. I know, came the boy's silent reply. Thank you, Fenris. Yes, said the wolf. Father loves us.
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After returning to his own side of the booth, and having to adjust himself, Scott was able to finish his breakfast with Ted with no more antics, just joy and the two chattered and laughed completely enjoying being with each other.
After they said their goodbyes to Patrick and Jean, the two boys walked out of the diner, Ted holding the door open for Scott. "Thank you," Scott said, smiling.
"You are welcome," Ted replied. "So, um, what are you doing now?"
Scott just shrugged. "I had no plans to speak of actually. I need to go to work in a few hours over at the clinic. I was just going to kill time until then. My pack, er, roommates were all busy this morning, so I just, um, wanted to get away and get some breakfast." He didn't tell Ted it was because they were screwing like rabbits so he had to leave.
"Well," said Ted. "If you don't mind I'd like to take you up on your offer to see the microbrewery? I mean unless you want to be by yourself."
Scott beamed at him. "That would be great. I'm sure you will like it." He blushed and kicked at the sidewalk. After a slight pause he continued. "Uh, do you think we could do that again?" he chirped quietly.
Ted's heart skipped. "You mean, um, share gravy?" he replied, chuckling.
Scott looked up, giggling in return. "Yes, that was nice."
Ted pretended to think about it for a minute. "Um, I'm not sure. Let me get back to you on-," this time he was cut off by Scott's mouth pressing into his. After a moment, he spoke with Scott's mouth still on his so out came a muffled, 'yes', both boys laughing and holding each other.
After a few minutes, a voice came from behind them, clearing its throat. "Ahem. Move it along guys, you're giving me hot flashes." They turned to see Patrick standing in the open doorway, arms folded with a raised eyebrow. They just laughed, waving, and walking down the street holding hands towards Scott's motorcycle. Patrick closed the door, the tiny bell clinking against the glass. "Good luck, Ted," he said quietly, smiling and walking back to the counter. "Jean, it looks like our little Ted is growing up. And this time I think it's for good." The waitress looked up from where she was filling saltshakers.
"What do you mean hon?" she asked.
"Well doll," Patrick smiled at her. "I think Ted's found his mate. He just doesn't know it yet. That cute brown-eyed boy's a wolf."
She put down the filler and looked over the top of her glasses at him. "Oh like you didn't know that the moment he walked in here. Hell, I'm not anywhere near your 200 years old and I could smell him. Did you see that perky butt of his?" She winked.
"Down girl," Patrick admonished. "Let's just hope he doesn't hurt him."
"Who?" Jean asked, not understanding him.
"Ted," he replied. "He turns 21 on his next birthday, or did you forget what happens?"
"Oh," she said looking at him with a wistful look on her face. "Well, do you think Scott will be okay if something happens?"
"I'm not sure. I've never known any of our kind who mated with a werewolf and it was successful. I should call Derek."
She walked over and put her hand on his arm. "Patrick. Look, you need to tell Ted what he is. You said you were going to do it when his father left. Then you said you would do it on his 16th birthday. Then when he turned 18, and you keep chickening out. You and Martha decided that since you're his Uncle and a guy, that it would be better if it came from you. Do you think you could look your child in the eyes and say, 'oh by the way, you're a faerie and when you turn 21 you will be able to fly and read people's minds, and more than likely move things with your own mind'? No, it's like coming out in reverse."
Patrick's eyes just got even wearier looking. "I know, Jean. You're right. As always." He hugged her and she hugged him back, stroking his dark hair.
"I'm always right Patrick. That's why you love me." She laughed and he squeezed her tighter laughing with her.
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