~Breathing Angel Style~
By: Aerys Krystie.
oOo
Jackson ducked as a plate was thrown at him from the new girl. He never expected to be attacked while he was in his underwear. He stood up and glared at the girl that was trying to kill him with whatever china she could get her hands on. She was screaming nonsense about wolves with eyes like his and Jackson had no idea what the hell was happening. He growled and slapped away the glass she threw. It had been cute in the beginning, now he was getting annoyed.
Allison and Scott were trying to calm the girl down. It would seem that her name was Sarah and she arrived minutes before Jackson came downstairs. No one seemed able to get through to her and Jackson was trying hard to keep his temper under control. Nothing was working, so he pinned her to the wall, trapping her wrists under binds of ice. She screamed bloody murder and everyone woke up, coming downstairs to see what was happening.
Jackson's anger spiked again when he saw that Derek was woken by her insanity. He flicked his hand and ice covered her mouth, which let silence fall over the room. He stepped up to her and noticed how she whimpered and tried to move away from him. Jackson just narrowed his eyes. He was being strangely nice to her, which was something he didn't do easily. He was extremely wary of women, especially new ones that threw shit at him.
"I don't know who you are and I don't give two fucks, either. You woke up my mate because you're either stupid, insane or both. You attacked me for the same reason. If you ever raise your hand to me again, I will rip it off and freeze your throat. Am I clear?"
The girl nodded and Jackson stepped back. He didn't remove his ice from her body. He really just wanted her to suffer a little more, which didn't last as long as he wanted. Vincent ordered him to release her and Jackson rolled his eyes, waving his hand. The ice disappeared and the girl ran into Allison's arms, hugging her and crying. Allison was trying to be angry with Jackson, but everyone could see that it wasn't working. In a way, Jackson did have a point and a right to defend himself.
Jackson hadn't done anything to the girl when she flew off the handle and started throwing anything she could at him. He was surprisingly dignified about the attack. Jackson knew the others were waiting for him to kill her, but he wasn't that person. He just wanted to threaten her a little. The girl didn't have to know that he wasn't a murderer and that he wouldn't actually live up to his threat. The less she knew about him, the more effective the threat would be.
In the meantime, Jackson walked over to Derek and tried to get him to head back to bed. Derek shook his head, deciding that there was more excitement happening in the kitchen than there was in the bed. Jackson tried not to glare. He was grateful that Derek decided to pull on his jeans. Jackson watched as Allison consoled Sarah, stroking her hair and speaking to her softly.
Stiles walked up to the girl, as did Malia. Jackson watched them for a moment and then pulled Derek outside to the front porch. He couldn't stand being around that girl. There was something about her that rubbed Jackson the wrong way and he had more important things to worry about. He didn't care if the others felt sorry for her, as long as she didn't demand sympathy from him. Nearly everyone in that room had gone through some kind of hardship. None of them had thrown china at him when they saw his eyes.
Jackson sighed and ran his hands through his hair. A shiver ran through his body as he realized it was a cool night and that he was still in his underwear. He ignored the cold and glared at the trees, still pissed off that he was attacked for being different. He frowned and slipped through the lines that were everyone's mind and found Sarah's and moved into it. She knew exactly what Scott and Ethan were, but she wanted them to admit it to her. It was unknown how she knew, just that she did. That might be a problem in the future.
"Are you all right?"
Jackson came back into his head and glanced at Derek. He shrugged and nodded. He was fine. Nothing that was thrown at him had made contact. He created a cup of coffee and handed it to Derek. His mate was going to need the energy, because training was about to start the moment Derek could function correctly. That only happened when he had some form of caffeine in his system.
As Derek drank the coffee, Jackson pressed up against him, kissing his throat and jaw. Derek looked down at him and raised an eyebrow. Jackson shrugged and said that they were interrupted before he could do anything fun to Derek's body. His mate chuckled and kissed him softly. Jackson pulled back and smiled, keeping his eyes closed. He forgot how tender Derek actually was when it came to romance and touching.
Once Derek had finished his coffee, Jackson walked down the stairs and shifted into his animal form. The sun was starting to rise. Derek shifted and stood beside him, nuzzling behind his ear. Jackson looked at him and pressed his nose to Derek's cheek. He wanted to use the front yard as the training ground, but with Sarah in the house, it wouldn't be very thoughtful. She was chased into the woods by Sierra and the last thing she needed to see or hear were two wolves fighting.
Jackson headed towards the clearing that appeared three years ago. Derek was by his side the entire way. Once they were in the clearing, Jackson faced Derek and nuzzled the side of his throat. The moment he felt Derek's guard slip, Jackson sunk his teeth into the fur and threw him to the side. Derek sat up and stared at him, confusion clear in his swirling eyes. Jackson lowered his head and snarled. He called in the snow clouds again and Derek stood up.
What are you doing, Jackson? Derek inquired as he stepped closer to his mate. Jackson charged at him, ignoring the question. The snow came down harder, which Jackson used to his advantage. He knew that Derek was bigger than him, but he had never fought someone like Sierra before. The she-wolf would do everything in her power to make sure she had the advantage. Jackson needed Derek to know that before he faced her.
Derek yelped as Jackson bit his left leg. It was a sharp, quick sound that was quickly replaced with a growl. Jackson grinned and jumped back. Derek was finally taking the fight seriously. Jackson stepped to the side when Derek went for his throat. His teeth sunk into flesh over the spine and his feet were frozen in the snow. Derek used tree roots to wrap around Jackson, tightening every time he struggled to get free. The earth wolf broke the ice and stood in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and placed his mouth over Jackson's throat.
Jackson submitted, tilting his head back and the roots left his body. He stood up and the snow stopped. He licked the wounds he had created on Derek's neck and back, whispering that he was sorry for the sudden and unprovoked attack. Derek told him not to worry about it, as he should have known that something like that would happen at some point. Jackson stopped his treatment when the wounds were healed and sat beside Derek, tucking his head under his mate's.
I just wanted you to know that she will do everything she can to hurt you. If you use the nature around you, you'll be fine. Jackson wasn't entirely sure how true that statement was, but he knew that nothing too bad was going to happen to his mate. He wouldn't allow it. Derek licked the area between Jackson's ears lovingly for a moment and then rested his head atop his.
They knew that Stiles and Isaac were watching them, but both were too comfortable to move. They heard a camera shutter click and looked at the human and werewolf. They stepped closer to the pair of wolves, grinning like the cat that stole the canary. Stiles was looking at the picture on the camera, nodding and pointing at something to Isaac. The werewolf laughed, his eyes sliding over to Derek and Jackson. Neither of them really wanted to know what was on the picture.
Derek asked them what they were doing there. While Stiles was busy admiring the picture, Isaac told them that Vincent had sent them to collect them and take them back to the house. The dragon was worried about Jackson training without eating breakfast. Jackson sighed and nodded. He forgot about that, but in all honesty, he had enough sugar in his system to last him a lifetime. The thought of actually eating was a little sickening. However, he knew that Vincent wouldn't let it go.
Isaac challenged Derek to see who would get back first and Derek accepted. They ran off, while Jackson walked beside Stiles. The human was going through the pictures he had taken on his camera. He seemed confused with a couple of them and Jackson honestly wasn't paying enough attention to him to know he was snapping pictures. Jackson slipped into his mind and found that Stiles wanted to make a wall dedicated to pictures of everyone.
It was a sentimental thing, but Stiles believed that he was going to remain human for the rest of his life and he wanted to relive certain memories. Jackson leaned up and nuzzled Stiles' elbow, wanting him to know he would never be alone. Stiles looked down at him and grinned, petting his head gently. He liked the idea of the pictures and knew that Stiles had been taking pictures for quite some time, if the human's memory was anything to go by.
They arrived back at the house and Jackson shifted into his human form, fully dressed. He jogged up the stairs and went straight to the kitchen. He sat down and grinned at the waffles that were waiting for him. Isaac was saying that Derek cheated on the race back. It wasn't fair to accept a challenge in his wolf form, as he would always be faster. Derek shrugged and ruffled the werewolf's hair. Allison kissed Isaac's cheek and told him he would get Derek next time.
Scott was agreeing with Isaac that it wasn't fair for the wolf-shifters to assert their dominance in their wolf forms. Jackson scoffed, but bit into a waffle before he said anything that could start a fight. Vincent shook his head, once again stating that shifters were just superior in every way. Scott rolled his eyes and Malia said that werewolves had some perks, which Vincent instantly shot down by pointing out that a shifter's senses were more highly trained.
Not finding a way to argue against that, Malia turned to Derek and challenged him to a race. Since she could use her animal form, she figured she would have a better chance than Isaac would. Derek also pointed out that he had longer legs, which would make him the winner anyway. Malia didn't seem ready to drop the subject, so Derek gave in and accepted the challenge. Jackson glanced at the doorway to the kitchen and saw Stiles standing there.
Stiles asked about Sarah and Allison said that she was sleeping in a spare room. Danny and Ethan came into the kitchen. Jackson watched Stiles, feeling his eyes softening. He tried not to think about the fact that four years ago, he was the world's biggest dick to the human. He moved to stand in front of Stiles, gazing at the human indifferently for a moment. He hugged Stiles, which brought all chatter to a stop as everyone stared at them.
After a moment, Jackson pulled back and smirked at Stiles. The human raised an eyebrow and allowed himself to be pulled over to the table. Jackson sat Stiles beside him and waved his hand over the table. A plate of Stiles' favorite breakfast appeared, which were blueberry-chocolate chip pancakes, just the way his mother used to make them. A pang of sadness hit Stiles and Jackson apologized quietly, berating himself for forgetting how much Stiles missed his mother. Stiles shook his head, saying it had been years since he last had those pancakes for breakfast.
Conversation started up, as everyone decided it was best for Stiles to not think too much about his deceased mother. The human was happy for the fact and was laughing and joking with the others soon. Jackson looked up and caught Derek's eyes. His mate was gazing at him with affection and awe. Jackson swallowed and lowered his head as he blushed. He knew that Derek forgot that he could do nice things for others when he wanted. Stiles was still a member of the pack, despite not being a wolf in any way. A lot of them forgot how much he actually did for them.
While Stiles spoke to Liam and Derek about god knows what, Jackson took his camera and went through the pictures. He frowned when he saw that Stiles had taken a picture of them the previous day, when the pack surrounded Jackson. He could have sworn he would've felt Stiles getting out of the bed. He frowned when he saw that Stiles was the one that took all the pictures. He wasn't in any of them and that had to change soon.
Jackson raised an eyebrow when he saw a picture of Tsuki and Vincent standing on the porch, talking about something. He grinned when he found a picture of Scott with Isaac in a chokehold. He saw a picture of Lydia, Malia and Allison sitting in the living room having a girls' night in, if the chocolates were anything to go by. He found a picture of Derek and Liam sitting on the front steps and it appeared that Derek was explaining something to Liam, if the light in his eyes was anything to by. There was an image of Allison practicing her archery.
He quickly realized that these pictures were from the previous three years. He went to the latest picture that was taken and he saw the sorrow in Derek's eyes. Derek was waiting for him to leave again, still. When he looked up, he saw that Derek was talking to Tsuki about the xylomancer, which piqued Stiles' interest as he still didn't know much about the magical hippy.
Jackson stood and went into the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee and pouring orange juice for those that asked for it. He snapped a picture of the table and moved to the other side, taking another picture. He figured it was about time that Stiles was in some of them, along with Danny and Ethan. They might not be permanent members of the pack, but they were honorary members and there should be some memories of them for Stiles.
He handed the camera back to Stiles and poured the coffee, handing a cup to Derek and Danny. He handed out the orange juice and sat down, finishing his breakfast. Allison stood and said she was going to check on their guest. Tsuki followed her and Jackson said he was going for his morning run, since he really needed to work off the cakes and pies from the previous night. Scott would join him and Jackson smirked, telling the werewolf to try and keep up.
They stretched on the front porch and Jackson glanced at Scott. A cheeky smile settled on Jackson's face as he took off before Scott had finished. He heard the alpha call out to him and felt the presence catching up. Jackson glanced over his shoulder and saw that Scott was only a few feet behind him. He took the werewolf on his usual to the clearing and then back again. Neither of them paused to take a breather and Jackson knew that Scott wanted to prove that werewolves could hold their own against wolf-shifters.
When they got back, they fought to be the first through the door and into the kitchen. They crashed through together, grabbing for the one bottle of water on the breakfast counter. Jackson froze Scott's feet to the floor and the werewolf said that that was cheating. Jackson shrugged and said that they should use any means at their disposal. Scott raised an eyebrow and Jackson cursed as he handed over the bottle when the alpha ordered it.
Jackson created another bottle and stuck his tongue out at Scott, freeing the werewolf. They looked at the front of the house when three cars pulled up. They knew it was Scott's mom, Stiles and Allison's fathers that had arrived. Scott called out to Stiles and Allison. The parents didn't bother to knock and entered the house, heading straight for the kitchen. It seemed to the room where everyone met and conversed.
Chris froze when he saw Jackson and blinked, as though he was seeing things. Jackson was curious on if anyone told their parents that he was back. It would seem that Allison hadn't mentioned a thing to her father and the same could be said for Stiles, when Sheriff Stilinski stared at him as though he was seeing a ghost. Melissa smiled warmly at him, clearly not holding him responsible for running off. That or she had no idea that Jackson had disappeared for three years.
John was the first parent to say something. He simply blurted out, "You're back?"
Jackson nodded slowly, unsure if he should be making a dash for the door. Chris raised an eyebrow and helped himself to the coffee. Melissa said nothing, but Jackson slipped into her mind and saw that she was a little disappointed in him for leaving them. John was worried that Jackson was going to hurt his son again. Jackson cleared his throat and decided it would be easier if he was out of the room. He excused himself and went upstairs to his room, frowning when he saw Liam, Malia and Isaac up there. They were lying on his bed.
"Is there a reason why everyone has decided that my room is a mutual gathering point?" he asked as he stood by the bed.
Liam looked up from the book he was reading. "You haven't threatened to gut us if we snuggle you while you're in your wolf form. We tried it with Derek and he nearly ripped out throats."
Malia nodded. "We like sleeping together as a pack," she said without looking up from her book, which Jackson noted was Green Eggs and Ham. "You're part of the pack and there's something awesome about sleeping with a massive wolf."
Jackson shrugged and went into the bathroom. He stripped and showered quickly, stepping out and gazing at his reflection. He didn't look like someone that had a psychotic ex hunting him. He decided that was a good thing and ran a hand down his body. He left the bathroom, surprised that Malia was the only pack member left on his bed. She said that the others were downstairs, talking to the adults about what was happening around town. Jackson nodded and created the rest of Dr. Seuss books for her. Her eyes lit up and she thanked him.
Going downstairs, Jackson hung in the doorway awkwardly. He listened in to the conversation that was happening. Chris wanted to know about the animal attacks that were happening in places that were of some significance to Jackson. Scott explained that he had a psychotic ex that was hunting him down and was trying to take out Derek. The earth wolf revealed that he tried to take her down the previous night and failed.
"So how do we put the bitch down?" Chris asked and sipped his coffee.
"Jackson showed me what her fighting style is like. Her mind was poisoned by him, but I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to take her out," Derek said and raised his eyes to Jackson. The snow wolf stepped back and hid around the corner. "Just so you know, it isn't Jackson that's killing those people. She's framing him."
"So only a wolf-shifter can take out a wolf-shifter?" John clarified and Jackson could hear the confusion in his voice, as though he couldn't believe he was talking about this seriously. "Or can any kind of shifter take out another shifter?"
"That's the general rule," Derek answered. "We could get Vincent to kill her, since she wouldn't be insane enough to try and take on a dragon. However, he said something about wanting Jackson to learn from his mistakes."
Jackson lowered his eyes. The entire mess was his fault. If he hadn't run away because he was hurt that Derek kept denying him, none of this would have happened. He had brought hell to Beacon Hills because he wanted to return and pretend that nothing had happened. It was up to him to make it right, even if it meant his death. He knew that that would hurt Derek even more, but he couldn't continue to rely on others to clean up his messes.
The strange thing was, Jackson didn't really want anyone to take down Sierra. He wanted to be the one that got the point across. At one point, he honestly thought that talking to her would sort it out. That idea went out the window when she showed up the previous day and attacked him. There was only one way to make her see reason and that was to end her life. The only problem was he wasn't an alpha shifter. He didn't have the guts to do so, either.
"There was a double murder last night," John went on. "Darcy and Kenny Kanter were found dead in their bed this morning. Their daughter is missing. I was hoping the lot of you could keep an eye out for her. She must be terrified."
"An animal attack?" Stiles asked curiously, clearly wanting to know if Sierra was responsible for that as well.
"Not likely," John answered and shook his head. "They were stabbed nineteen times in the chest and face. Someone with a lot of rage did that. In the meantime, you lot really need to put a stop to the wolf-shifter that's murdering people. Some of the people are talking about getting together hunting groups to take down the animal responsible. I've been able to persuade them for the moment, but they're serious and I don't need them shooting Derek, Jackson or Malia by accident."
"Speaking of Jackson," Chris started as he placed his mug down. "When did he get back? No one thought to tell us that he'd returned?"
Jackson lowered his eyes, staring at his bare toes. Stiles explained that Jackson was out for a week when he got back and then there was the crazy happenings with the xylomancer, which he had to explain as none of the parents had heard of them before. Upon hearing it was a magical hippy that had come from Australia, more questions were asked. Eventually, they forgot the original question of Jackson's return.
He sighed silently and left the front hall, going to the porch. He glanced at Vincent as the dragon smoked. Vincent said nothing as he slipped an arm around the snow wolf's shoulders and pulled him close. Jackson closed his eyes and tried not to think about how selfish he had been. He was tired of being reminded that he was a jerk and that he had caused nothing but problem since he came back. The xylomancer followed him and so did Sierra.
"They don't hate you, kid," Vincent said quietly and ruffled Jackson's hair. "They're just surprised that you came back. Three years is a long time to be gone. And let's be honest, it really wouldn't have killed you to let them know you were alive and well."
"I kept in contact with you," Jackson muttered as he rested his head on Vincent's shoulder.
"For six months. After that, not even I could contact you. Derek had to rely on the weakening bond between the two of you to know if you were alive. You kept ignoring him, as well." Vincent shook his head and sighed. "You ran away from everything, Jax. You even ran away from me."
Jackson lowered his eyes. "I needed to get away from it, Vincent. I couldn't be around Derek, knowing he didn't love me. I needed to be with my own. I needed to be away from the pain." He knew they sounded like excuses and they really were. He could have replied to Derek when he used their bond to let him know he was fine. He could have visited at some point, too.
There were several things he could have done. The main being, he couldn't have left and then decided that he wanted a new mate. Every decision he had made in the last three years seemed to be backfiring shockingly. He honestly had no idea why Sierra was so hell bent on claiming him as a mate, since she made him work so hard for it. It was possible that she found his advances adorable and felt something for him after that. It was also possible that she always liked him, but wanted him to prove how much he liked her. It was also possible that the cows were blue and the sun rose in the west in the town.
Jackson closed his eyes. "I really fucked up, didn't I? I know that most of them are trying to act normal around me, but I can see it in Derek's eyes that he doesn't trust me. Now he has to fight for me." He didn't want to think about the damage that Derek was going to take from Sierra. His mate would be lucky if he survived the fight.
"Do you doubt my teaching abilities that much? I spent a year with Derek, teaching him how to bend the earth to his will. He also knows exactly what kind of magic snow wolves have." Vincent released Jackson's shoulders and stood in front of him, gazing at the wolf. "I also know that you sensed it in him. You know what else he can do."
Jackson stared into Vincent's hazel eyes and nodded slowly. He had sensed that Derek could detect and remove a life force. He had felt Derek touching his on occasion. It wasn't unpleasant, since it was his mate that was touching his soul. However, he knew that if Derek wanted to, he could make it unbelievably painful. He could torture the soul, which was rare in shifters. It explained the blue part of Derek's coloring, anyway.
He wasn't sure how much Derek knew about it, but he wasn't going to bring it up with his mate. Jackson smiled and hugged Vincent tightly, closing his eyes. He didn't pull back when someone cleared their throat behind him. He missed the dragon and got the feeling that Vincent was going to leave again. Vincent rested his hands on the small of Jackson's back for a moment and then he pulled back and nodded his head at Derek.
Jackson sighed and slipped his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. Vincent went inside and Jackson gazed at the trees, pulling away from Derek when he stood beside him. The sun was starting to set and Jackson smiled softly as he saw the red and orange hues filter through the trees. He also knew that Sierra was in the trees somewhere. She was watching them, waiting for them to let their guard down so she could strike. None of them were going to let that happen, especially since John and Chris were inside of the house.
Derek glanced at Jackson. "Is something wrong?"
Jackson lowered his eyes to the railing in front of him for a moment. When he raised them, he was gazing at the trees. He wasn't sure how he wanted to say what he needed to. The last thing he wanted to do was make things worse, which was likely to happen anyway. He had no idea how Derek was going to react. His heart was hammering in his chest to the point that Derek told him to calm down. The last thing he needed to do was have another panic attack.
With a deep breath, Jackson turned to Derek. "If you aren't happy with me, you don't have to keep me around," he said softly, unable to meet Derek's eyes. He really didn't want to see the pain or the relief. Either way, it wasn't going the way he had planned it.
"Are you trying to find another excuse to leave us?" Derek demanded and Jackson's eyes snapped up. He was surprised to see anger in the swirling depths of his mate. That was completely unexpected and Jackson wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that. "Is that what you're trying to say, Jackson? You want to leave us again, after promising that you wouldn't do that?"
"I saw the picture," he explained as he turned towards the trees. "You didn't look happy in it and I don't want to be the reason why you're sad or not content. If there is someone else that makes you feel better, I wouldn't hold it against you if you chose them. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to leave, just so you know."
"Did you want to look at me while you say that? I know you're lying, Jackson. You're usually a lot more convincing than…this." Jackson frowned as he was turned to face Derek. The frown melted away when Derek tenderly touched his face, his eyes soft. "What's wrong, Jackson? Why are you saying this when you know it isn't true?"
Jackson held his hand out and Stiles' camera appeared in it. He heard the human cry out. Jackson ignored it and brought up the picture Stiles took of him and Derek. "Right there. You look sad."
Derek looked at the picture and frowned, taking the camera from Jackson. He said nothing as he deleted the picture and Jackson's eyes widened. The camera disappeared from his hands and he grabbed Jackson, pressing their mouths together. There was a little more force than usual behind the kiss and Jackson's eyes widened. He felt everything that Derek felt crash into his mind through their bond. Tears entered his eyes as he knew that Derek would never leave him.
He could feel that Derek was more than content to have him back. Every time they were near, his pulse quickened and he wanted to get closer. He felt the guilt that Derek harbored for scaring him the other day. He felt the adoration and love take over his mind. His knees buckled as the emotions intensified and he was forced to hold onto Derek to remain upright. The underlying fear that Jackson would leave left a sour taste in his mind.
Jackson pulled back and stared at Derek. He didn't care that the tears were falling down his cheeks. He never believed anyone could feel that passionately about him. If his real parents couldn't love him like that, how could he expect anyone else to? It had been a long while since he felt that pathetic before someone. Then again, no one loved him the way Derek did. It suddenly made sense why he ran away before. He couldn't be there.
Derek caught him around the waist before he could even make a break for the stairs or the door. "I always knew that being close to someone terrified you. I always knew that you shut off everything so you couldn't see those that loved you. You're a cold, calculating person, Jackson," Derek murmured in his ear. "You always make sure that no one can see under your masks. How do you breathe?"
Jackson shook his head, trying to pull away. He had no idea that Derek was so strong. He was refusing to let go and Jackson wanted to get away. There was a ruffle that sounded like wings beating and Jackson was overcome with the feeling of motion sickness. When he opened his eyes, he was inside a hotel room with Derek. They were alone and Derek was still refusing to let go of him.
"Why the hell did you have to feel all of that for me? Why couldn't you just like me for my good looks, like everyone else?" Jackson pushed Derek away and rested his hands on his knees as he inhaled deeply; erratically. He was still trembling from the emotions that Derek had slipped into his head.
Derek sighed. "You are aware that there is a lot more to you than just your boyish good looks, right? You actually have a mind, which you constantly use so no one can see the real you. Did you know that you even hide your soul? Do you have any idea how many times I've thought I've seen what you really hide from everyone, only to discover it's another exhausted breath?"
Jackson straightened and glared over his shoulder. "You knew exactly what I was like before you decided to claim me. Oh sure, we can blame the wolfsbane, but you knew what you were getting into. Is that why you kept denying me, until you knew how to deal with me?" He lost the glare and went to the balcony doors, looking out over the town. In the distance, he could see the forest. "You knew I was a mental."
"So what did you want to do about this, Jackson? I can't be with someone that wants to hide everything all the time. Do you even know what you're feeling right now?"
Jackson nodded. "I know exactly what I'm feeling right now, Derek," he whispered with a broken voice, hoping the other wouldn't notice.
"Tell me what you're feeling."
Jackson closed his eyes and shook his head. He found the bond and sent the emotions through the link. He heard Derek gasp as he sent through the feelings of inadequacy to be loved so deeply. The feelings of knowing he was going to ruin it again. The fear of hurting Derek by doing something stupid. The sheer terror of breaking his mate's heart and the fact that he wasn't good enough to properly claim. He cried out when he felt the warmth wrap around the very core of his being and knew that Derek was touching his soul.
He turned around, resting against the doors, shivering as he stared at Derek. His mate's eyes were pure blue and Jackson knew he had been exposed again for the timid boy he really was. Even as a wolf-shifter, he was terrified of letting someone down. That person was Derek Hale, the one person that wanted him for all his flaws. He felt each and every carefully crafted mask falling away as Derek delved deeper into his being. He would never be good enough for someone like Lydia, much less Derek.
Jackson knew he couldn't handle conflict. He wasn't a fighter; he was barely a lover. He closed his eyes and allowed Derek to completely expose him. The last walls around his pathetic being were destroyed and every fear that he had was released. He heard Derek inhale sharply as the idea of being left again hit him. The black spot of his personality that he wanted to keep hidden was released and Jackson fell to his knees, hugging himself as his shoulders shook violently.
Derek pulled back from his mate and moved to kneel in front of him. Jackson raised his head, eyes literally flashing between anger, lust, passion, happiness, sorrow, pain and savage joy. That black spot was a segment that never should have been released. He grabbed Derek's shoulders and threw him onto the bed, unzipping his hoodie and crawling on top of the earth wolf. He refused to break eye contact as he nipped the inside of Derek's right thigh through his jeans.
Jackson created a quarter and threw it to Derek. "Flip the coin," he ordered and Derek did so. The coin landed heads up beside the bed. "You get to try and make me scream."
Derek tried to sit up, but Jackson pushed him back down. He placed his lips a hair's breadth from Derek's as his hands undid the earth wolf's belt and jeans. Jackson placed hard kisses to Derek's jaw and throat, sinking his teeth into the flesh. Derek cried out and shoved Jackson away, placing a hand over the deep wounds. Jackson licked the blood from his lips and tilted his head. Derek went into the bathroom and came out a moment later, pressing a towel to the bite mark.
"What the hell has gotten into you? For someone that doesn't want to spill blood, you don't have a problem with it now!" Derek glared as he applied more pressure to the mark.
"I only wanted to fuck you into oblivion. You wanted this version of me. Don't you like this Jackson that doesn't really care about anyone and will cause any kind of pain in order to get a rise out of you?" Jackson laughed without mirth as he slipped off the bed and stood in front of Derek. He ripped the towel from Derek's hand and shoved him against the doorframe to the bathroom, kissing him roughly.
Jackson ran his hands down Derek's torso. He pulled back slightly and smirked when he saw that Derek's eyes were darkening with lust. A small gasp left Jackson's mouth when Derek changed their positions, grinding against him. Derek bit his throat and Jackson cursed, gripping Derek's ass and bringing their hips closer. He felt Derek's claws raking along his ribs, making him arch into the touch and exhale loudly.
He was pushed into the bathroom. Jackson slammed Derek's back against the wall, the tiles and plaster cracking and falling to the floor. He pulled back and grinned, which turned into a smirk when he was thrown against the shower. The glass shattered and Jackson fell through it, hand bleeding from the small cuts. He stood and attached his lips to Derek's, shoving him towards the bedroom again.
Derek tore the hoodie from Jackson's body and threw him into the bathroom, knocking a tap from its fitting and water spraying. "You're the one that's gonna get fucked into oblivion, Jax," he murmured hotly, undoing Jackson's jeans and shoving them down.
Jackson looked at the marble counter as it morphed and wrapped around his wrists, holding him in place. He glanced over his shoulder and then watched Derek's actions via the mirror he was in front of. The earth wolf had removed his jeans and Jackson felt the hard, thick length against his bare ass. His cock stiffened immediately and he struggled against the marble. Derek shoved two fingers into his mouth and Jackson growled, biting them. Derek hissed and ripped his head back by his hair.
"This is all you're getting in terms of prep, Jax."
Jackson could taste Derek's blood and eagerly licked and sucked the fingers. He snarled when they were removed from his mouth. It didn't last long as they were shoved into his hole. He pursed his lips slightly and met Derek's eyes in the mirror. Derek leaned in and nuzzled behind his ear, whispering that Jackson was beautiful. Jackson blushed and lowered his head, hoping to hide it. Derek chuckled and licked the scars on his neck.
Derek found that spot that had Jackson biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood and arching his back in pleasure. He broke the marble and removed Derek's fingers. He spun around, dropped to his knees and took Derek's cock into his mouth, sucking hard and fast. Derek's hands gripped his hair tightly as his hips thrust forward. He pulled back and glared up at Derek as he stood. He placed his hands on Derek's hips, nuzzling against his lips.
"Fuck me, Derek," he whispered harshly.
Jackson grinned as he was spun around and he felt the head of Derek's cock pushing against his entrance. He watched as Derek's eyes half-closed with pleasure the more he pushed in. As soon as he full seated, he nibbled on Jackson's shoulder, hands running down his arms to cover Jackson's. Derek started a hard, fast pace, which had Jackson's head falling backwards as a long sigh left his lips as the length tore him and used his blood as lubricant. He could feel it running down his thighs.
"You really have no idea how beautiful you are."
Jackson opened his eyes and gazed at his reflection with indifference. His head was resting on Derek's shoulder, as his hands vanished into his mate's thick, unruly hair. His eyes were drawn to Derek and he fought to keep back a moan. Derek was staring at his reflection, committing every twitch to memory, lips parted in soft, sharp exhales, until his teeth sank into Jackson's bicep.
The thrusting increased and Jackson fell forward, resting his arms on the counter. He fought to swallow every sound of pleasure that threatened to spill from his mouth. His claws dug into the marble counter, making deep grooves. He was turned around and Derek slammed into him again, cradling the back of Jackson's head as he gazed into his eyes. Their breath mingled and Jackson could feel his mask starting to come back up.
The black spot of his personality was disappearing. The savage in him was disappearing the longer he looked into Derek's eyes and saw the love and trust in those swirling eyes. He leaned forward and kissed Derek softly, moaning quietly as their tongues slid against each other. Derek's hips moved faster and harder. Jackson dug his claws into Derek's shoulders, burying his face into the other's neck.
The movements increased further, skin slapping skin, pants breaking the silence of the bathroom. Jackson could feel his toes curling and his back arching. He was so close that he could practically taste it, especially as every thrust hit his prostate, which was forcing him to keep his screams silent. He opened his eyes and gazed at Derek. The earth wolf gazed back, eyes soft with consent. All it took was for Derek's fingers to brush over his weeping cock.
Jackson came with a deep breath, back arching unnaturally and toes curling as he clenched around Derek. His claws dragged down Derek's shoulders and the other came with a grunt. Jackson shuddered as he felt Derek's seed fill him and mingle with his blood. Derek pulled out and held Jackson against him tightly; placing soft kisses along his throat and licking the bite mark. He murmured nonsense until one phrase made Jackson tense up and pulled back.
"What did you just say?"
"I said I love your body," Derek said and Jackson gently pushed him away, heading for the shower.
"That's a pity," Jackson remarked as he turned on the water and kicked off his jeans. "As much as I love your body, I think I love you a little more." He gave Derek a genuine smile as the earth wolf stared at him in shock. "Are you coming in or will I walk out to find you in wolf form, cleaning yourself that way?"
End Chapter VIII.
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