Danny and Derek were in the Hale house. Danny was enjoying his elicit relationship with the werewolf. Though he knew it was dangerous and subversive, he was drawn to it, probably in part because it was dangerous and subversive. They'd gotten comfortable in their relationship, but it never got boring. They had spent nearly every free moment together for the past few weeks. He could easily sneak in and out of Danny's house, as Scott had done months ago. He'd gotten to be better friends with Scott, too, since they'd been around each other so much more lately.
Tonight they were at Derek's house, talking. Usually, they met elsewhere, since the house was really just the burned foundations of its former self. Also, the place had painful memories of the family that he once had. In time, conversation turned to the night he lost his family.
Derek explained the situation to him. "After that, I've never really been able to get close to anyone. Well, not until-" Derek's rare happy expression clouded over as his body tensed suddenly. He looked around the room. He sniffed the air, and a look of sad acceptance came over his face.
"I should probably tell you something," Derek said nervously. "I know we don't usually meet here, but tonight, I didn't really have…"
He trailed off as he looked glumly at the door. Chris Argent walked in, smiling with a gun in his hand. "Oh, don't stop on my account."
"Allison's dad? What's going on?" Danny asked.
"I'm sorry, Danny," Derek said, unable to look at the boy.
Argent smiled. "Should we just get this started then?" he said, pointing the gun at Derek.
Derek glared at him with disgust. "I don't even understand why-" he was cut short by Argent cocking the gun, and pointing it through the doorway through which he'd entered.
He jerked his head to the side, indicating someone to come into the house. Scott hopped in, his hands tied behind his back, his ankles bound, and his mouth gagged. He was completely naked and looked somewhat confused and bedraggled.
Danny looked at Derek. "What's going on?" he asked urgently.
"You see," Argent interrupted, "I got a little show of Mr. McCall's ass the other day." He grabbed a fistful of the bubble butt. "Since then I haven't been able to get it off of my mind. So I went to his house and took what I wanted. Really, it's not kidnapping. More like stealing a dog."
Danny looked back to Derek. "So, why am I here?"
Derek continued to glare darkly at Argent. "He didn't give me a choice. Scott isn't strong enough yet…"
"You see," Argent picked up, "after I had my fun, I couldn't just return such a… precious commodity. No, Derek slipped up by letting me get to his Beta. So now he has to pay."
"You mean you're trading me?" Danny screamed at Derek. Derek continued to glare intensely at the floor.
"Oh, no, don't worry about that. I don't want just anyone. That'd be sick! I have a wife! No, but I want to see Derek suffer. I want to see him suffer for letting the last Alpha kill my sister," Argent said hotly. He composed himself and went on. "So here's the deal. You and Scott get down and dirty in front of your little lover-wolf."
He grabbed Scott by his large, tanned bicep and led him in front of the couch on which Derek and Danny sat. He untied the boy, and pushed him down on all fours. He pointed his gun at Danny. "Strip."
Danny's heart was pounding. He was very confused as to what was going on. The whole thing seemed unreal. He heard the gun cock, and realized that if he didn't do as the man said, he was probably going to die. He seemed to have no problem doing something extreme that would hurt Derek Hale. Reluctantly, he stood, and removed his shirt, tossing it on the couch where he had been sitting. He then removed his shoes, socks, and pants, putting them on the couch. He stood, unsure what he should do next. He felt exposed, with all of the eyes on his hairless chest and smooth abs. He was a bit embarrassed by his tight briefs, which had a design of men on it, and the phrase "I heart boys" printed across the elastic band. He thought that he and his boyfriend would be having an intimate night alone, and figured it'd be cute and sexy. Now he wished nobody else could see them, as they were rather revealing.
"All the way," Argent commanded. His heart sank as he pushed the tight briefs to his ankles, stepping out of them. The man with the gun took him by the arm and threw him to the floor, also on his hands and knees. "Now, Scott. I want you to mount Derek's little mate and fuck him like the dog that you are."
Scott looked at Danny's face, worried and paralyzed by fear. Danny returned his look. Argent shot a round off, into the ceiling. Both boys jumped, and then silence rang through the room. "I'm serious," Argent said. Danny nodded solemnly, understanding that if he didn't give Scott the go-ahead, then they'd both die.
The Beta crawled behind Danny, his cock already hard from the thought of fucking the cute boy. Though the situation wasn't ideal, he was still turned on by the idea of getting to have sex with someone so attractive. He lined up his cock with the boy's hole, and pushed into him. He rested his hands on the boy's back, and his knees between Danny's, fucking him like two animals.
Argent chuckled to himself, and then turned the gun to Derek. "You! Watch this," he said. Derek forced himself to watch his student fucking his mate. He saw Danny's smooth, tall body on all fours with his legs spread apart. His face was looking at the floor, and his wide, tanned shoulders tense. Scott was dutifully pushing his pelvis in and out of the boy, both cute asses bouncing with each thrust. He had to admit, it did look something like two dogs having sex.
Gratefully, Scott felt an electric shock through his body as cum drained from his balls and into his cock. He howled "I'm gonna cum!"
Argent grabbed him by the hairy armpits and stood him up, dragging him to Danny's face and putting him on his knees. He jerked Scott's dick a few times, and jizz shot out, covering Danny's cute tanned face and dark hair. Argent laughed condescendingly. "Okay, time to add a little salt to the wound. Danny, Scott, stand up, and then make out," he said, almost gleefully.
Danny and Scott both awkwardly got to their feet, and Danny leaned in, kissing the shorter boy. They passionately kissed for a few minutes, Derek watching painfully the entire time. Cum still ran down Danny's face and on to his defined chest, mixing with the two boys' saliva.
Danny's hands ran down Scott's back, down to his perfect bubble butt. This intimacy wasn't intentional, but rather an instinct when Danny was making out. He realized what he was doing, and took his hands away from the amazing ass. Argent noticed, however, and commanded them to grab each other's asses. They obeyed dispassionately, their hands resting limply on the cheeks.
Chris Argent was dissatisfied, so he pulled the two apart. "Okay, now go to your wolf-mate," he said to Danny. Danny walked over to the sitting Derek. "I want you to spread your ass cheeks and show him your hole." Danny obeyed. "Now, Derek, lean in and smell it. Smell Scott's long dick in there. Smell how your best friend has betrayed you with your mate." With that, Argent smacked Derek's head deeper into the ass, his nose penetrating the hole, and then left.
All three just stood frozen for a few seconds, unsure what to do. Derek pulled his nose from the tight hole, and Danny straightened. He gathered and put on his clothes. "That's it," Derek said. "Don't you two worry. Chris Argent will get what's coming to him."