Jackson came back from dinner more relaxed than he had been in weeks. He wasn't thinking about lacrosse. He wasn't worried about Scott. Lydia wasn't bugging the shit out of him. Things between Danny and he were even good. He smiled at the thought. Way good. A part of him suspected that Danny was being self sacrificing to try and make him happy but Jackson couldn't do anything but accept it. Overall he was in a pretty amazing mood. Until he walked into his room. Derek stood as the door slid shut.
"What are you doing here?" Jackson questioned, throat tight.
"I can smell him," Derek said, pacing closer, ignoring Jackson's question. "You really shouldn't be with other people Jacks." Jackson didn't say anything, mapping out possible escapes. "It makes me angry," Derek breathed, grabbing the front of Jackson's shirt. He pivoted and threw Jackson across the room, onto his bed. Fear was sluicing over his skin. It only increased when Derek slipped his jacket off. Jackson scooted up the bed, stopping when he hit the headboard and leaning against it.
"My p-parents are right downstairs," he hissed, stumbling over the words. Derek didn't even answer him.
"Offer yourself to me," Derek said instead. Jackson stared as Derek stopped at the foot of the bed.
"W-What?"
"I know you can hear me, so this is the last time I'm repeating myself." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Offer yourself to me. Hands and knees. Naked." Jackson wasn't entirely sure what happened. He responded before he actually thought about it.
"No." Derek was perfectly still and perfectly quiet for several painful moments.
"No?" he questioned softly. As if he'd never heard the word. As if it was never a concept presented before him. Now too scared to actually form words, Jackson shook his head. Derek smiled and Jackson's heart sank. He climbed into the bed, crawling forward until he hovered over Jackson. "No," he said again, still smiling.

His hand trickled up Jackson's chest, stopping at his neck. "You think you can be with someone else and then deny me." He began to squeeze. "You think that this is acceptable behavior for a mate." He squeezed harder. Jackson gasped and grabbed at his arm with both hands, Derek paused, a brief reprieve.
"We are not mates," Jackson growled. "Say what you want, do what you want, I obviously can't stop you but don't try to delude yourself. You forced me and I hate you. Even if I never get a single ounce of pleasure from him he'll be more of a mate than you could ever be." Derek seemed to actually consider his words for a moment. His eyes flashed blue.
"You're mine Jackson. Nothing will ever change that." He leaned closer and Jackson bucked his body, trying to dislodge him. It only served to land him on his back, Derek even more in control than before.
"Go ahead. Force me again." Jackson gave into the wolf. He couldn't help it. Yes it was his mate on top of him but he was also afraid for his life. He growled in his chest before slashing at Derek's neck. Derek didn't try to dodge the attack and hot blood spilled out, landing on Jackson's jaw and mouth.
"You think I can't be gentle?" Derek questioned, throat moving as the scratch marks healed. "You think I can't give you exactly what you want?" Why did this line of questioning scare him more? "Oh Jackson," Derek breathed, hands loosening suddenly. "I can be a good mate…if I choose to be." Derek kissed him softly, slowly edging his tongue out to lap at the copper on his lips. Jackson couldn't help a small moan. He dropped right out of his wolf form as the fear tapered off. Pleasure began building and he wasn't sure there was anything he could do to stop it.
"Don't," he breathed, eyes closed as Derek moved to his neck. Derek cleaned off the rest of his speckled skin, hands ghosting down and then moving back up, under his shirt. Jackson arched into the touch even as his mouth continued its protests. "Please…Derek…stop it." Derek sat up, straddling his lap.
"No one will ever be able to make you feel the way I can," he murmured, pushing Jackson's shirt up and lifting him enough to take it off. His hands trailed back down Jackson's torso. Derek slowly slid down, lavishing his skin with more teasing licks. Arousal swamped him suddenly and Derek looked up at him, mouth just above the band of his jeans. "Feels good doesn't it?" Jackson couldn't manage a reply. His hands fisted in the pillow behind his head. Derek skimmed a hand up his stomach and Jackson felt his hand and his stomach at the same time. Somehow he could feel Derek touching him from his skin and from Derek's. "We have a good connection," Derek breathed, words blowing hot across his damp skin. "It's strong." Jackson writhed, confused and aroused nearly to the point of pain.
"Whare you talking about?" he managed, tongue swollen and flopping horribly.
"I let you in," Derek answered simply. "You feel what I feel." His teeth scraped along Jackson's abs as if to prove it and Jackson gasped. Part of him knew it was his own muscle under Derek's mouth but he still couldn't entirely believe it. "You could let me in too," Derek said, opening his jeans. Jackson sighed happily. It felt like a year since this whole thing had started. How long had Derek been here? "We'll work on it," Derek told him before lowering his mouth again.

Jackson's eyes rolled back. His hands moved down to Derek's head, threading through his hair. He pulled lightly, groaning as he felt that too. Derek didn't stop him; he didn't even seem upset by the action, in fact he took the head of Jackson's cock into his mouth. Jackson whimpered. He couldn't…think. He was burning and he needed more. God he needed more.
"Derek," it slipped out. He inhaled shallowly. "Please Derek…" He could feel Derek examining him. Listening to his heart and breath rate. He moved up slowly.
"I like you begging for me." He was telling the truth. Jackson could even feel that too. Derek kissed him again with delicious pressure. His hands framed Jackson's face. Jackson wasn't going to admit it out loud…but he liked it too. He liked this side of Derek. He liked this rush of pleasure between them. "I want you to come apart," Derek whispered, "just for me." Jackson didn't think he had much choice in the matter, not that he minded this time. Derek tugged off his shirt and tossed it away. He climbed off and ripped off his shoes before shedding his pants and boxers. He slid back between Jackson's legs, working his pants down. Jackson arched to help him, moaning again. He was naked in another moment. Derek disappeared briefly, coming back up with a slim tube in hand. Jackson stared at him, long enough for Derek to begin working him open, before it clicked in his head.
"You bought lube?" he questioned, voice hoarse and cracking. Derek's hand froze inside of him and his hazel eyes flicked up to Jackson's wide ones.
"Yeah. So?" Jackson's hips rocked on their own. Derek had actually… He couldn't breathe. Derek had actually thought enough to purchase lube. To make sex easier. Better for Jackson but surely that wasn't the reason.
"N-Nothing," he managed, realizing Derek was still waiting for a response, "just…" He drifted off, he hadn't known how to finish the sentence anyways and Derek was moving again.

Jackson can't help the thought, thighs brushing his stomach as Derek settles between his splayed knees, he can't stop the idea that this is how it should be. That this is so good, so right, that it never should have been anything else. It's ridiculous for many reasons, two that he can actually think of. One, of course it shouldn't have been the way it happened the first time. Nothing should ever be that way. Two, he and Derek weren't right. It felt good. Nothing more. It didn't matter that Derek's skin brushing his was electric, at least it shouldn't. Derek's hands were framing his face suddenly, demanding his attention. Derek kissed him again, softer now, a stark contrast to the rest of his body, the tight coiled muscles and what he was doing with them. Jackson exhaled softly, lips parting. Derek's tongue teased at his, touching lightly. The kiss was bordering on sweet and in the back of his mind, for a split second, Jackson couldn't help but wonder why Derek was kissing him. Derek slid into him again and Jackson lost the thought, claws extending into Derek's biceps. He tried to mumble an apology, pain pricking at his senses, but physically couldn't. Derek's eyes flashed blue and his lips curled the smile full of canines. Jackson shuddered under him. He clutched at Derek, trying to pull him closer, needing him closer. Jackson's entire body was drawn tighter than he thought possible. Every time he neared the edge, Derek would purposely slow, torturing him. Jackson was beyond pride; he'd never really had the option with Derek anyways, and was begging breathlessly. Derek would simply shake his head and drop a kiss to Jackson's mouth or throat. He seemed to particularly like kissing the part of Jackson's neck that he'd marked, even though the skin had long since healed. Still, Jackson felt a thrill every time his lips pressed there. He was half sure it was coming from Derek. His body tightened further, the pleasure bordering on pain now. "Derek," he gasped, "please." He didn't know what else to do. He needed release desperately. This time Derek smiled. He pulled out and thrust forward again, sinking his teeth into Jackson's neck as he did. Everything fell from under Jackson. He was gone. Absolutely gone. He was only vaguely aware of Derek sagging down on top of him. He dropped a kiss to Jackson's sweat soaked hair. Jackson didn't move, boneless as Derek extracted himself and dressed. He tugged at his jacket sleeves, moving to the window. Derek paused and looked to Jackson. Jackson couldn't help a small gasp as Derek snapped the connection between them. He felt emptier, somehow. Lost.
"I want you to remember that," Derek said slowly, "next time I tell you to do something. Things can be good between us. But that depends on you." He slid the window open and disappeared. Jackson slowly looked to the ceiling. He'd never realized that this version of Derek could be much more dangerous.

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