The full moon came and five teenagers were busy chaining themselves up for the night. In the Hale house Scott and Lydia were chaining themselves up in Derek's basement, he had built a special room just for the occasion. In a not so empty warehouse Isaac, Boyd, and Erica were chaining themselves up to one of the warehouse support struts. It was all just in case, precautionary, this full moon didn't seem so bad. Derek waited outside of Jackson's house until he saw his pup walk out his backdoor naked. Watched him turn and run off into the woods, Derek followed. When Jackson caught a whiff of his scent he ran faster, away from Derek. Derek kept up though and finally caught up to Jackson. His pup was furious, wouldn't even look him in the face, slammed a metal wall between their link, he wouldn't even let Derek touch him and Derek didn't blame him.
But they ran together and the tension between them melted away as the night went along. When they were ready to sleep Derek licked his pups face and poured his affection through their link. Jackson soaked it up, reluctantly, he was still angry but he loved the attention. When they decided to sleep Derek wrapped himself around Jackson and Jackson pressed himself close to Derek, rutted against him and released a huge cloud of pheromones which had Derek rutting back against Jackson, Jackson needed something, anything. With the full moon high in the sky Jackson's heat took over. He panted and whined and trashed for Derek, begged him to make it stop, and Derek couldn't, there was only one thing he could do and after what Stiles said he couldn't do it. So all he did was hold Jackson down and licked his face and hoped it would pass quickly, it didn't.
The next morning was strange Jackson wanted nothing more than to just sleep the day away, he was in such pain, achingly hard. Derek said it would go away after the full moon passed, but it hadn't he could still feel it, the need to fuck and be fucked, the need to be touched and filled and fill and he was in such pain, his body ached with want. Derek carried Jackson home in a haze, if he stopped he knew he wouldn't be able to control himself, so he didn't, he walked all the way back to Jackson's house before dumping him on his bed and fleeing.
Jackson spent the rest of the day writhing on his bed jerking himself off every hour just to ease the pain, if only a little. As night fell his need seemed to fade away, just a bit, enough for him to sleep. The next day he felt better, much better, the uncontrollable want had faded away until it was almost gone, he could still feel it though but now it was controllable. His dick was chaffed raw, even with lube he had rubbed the skin red. Jackson had to put a salve on it that burnt terribly but then cooled off deliciously. He showered and wore another pair of loose sweats. He called Derek but again, his call went to voice mail. Jackson was pissed and wanted to know what had happened last night, he left Derek a message.
For the next two weeks Derek avoided Jackson, wouldn't return his calls or texts messages. Derek waited, he knew that it took sometime for the effects of the mating ritual to wear off. If Jackson still wanted to see him afterwards, well it meant that maybe he did want Derek. What Derek hadn't counted on was Stiles taking full advantage of this. When Jackson was feeling miserably lonely Stiles would show up and make his day a little brighter. He stayed after school and would watch him coach from the bleachers which was both really embarrassing and incredibly sweet. Derek watched furious from the woods and wondered how much Jackson would hate him if he killed Stiles.
When the two weeks came and went Jackson had called, but only to tell him how incredibly angry he was with Derek, how he thought they had something, thought he meant something to Derek and how the past two weeks had been the hardest in his life without his Alpha, but he couldn't stand it anymore, if Derek wanted to stop seeing him he need to say so and not string him along. That night, Derek was waiting for Scott and Lydia to show up for training, they finally did a half an hour late, Derek was annoyed, but Scott asked him one question, "Why the fuck do you have another pack?" Derek knew that Jackson was more than just angry with him.
The next day his two packs meet in his backyard, Allison and Stiles watched from the back deck. Isaac, Boyd, and Erica carried themselves with such confidence it was actually funny to Jackson. They hated him for having acted just like they acted now. It was ironic, Jackson had turned and became a better person because of it, they had turned and became poor imitations of who Jackson was, it was pathetic, at least when Jackson did it people believed it. Erica was the worst, she thought she was all sex appeal and coy charm, it was just so fake and sad.
"I think if we're going to combine packs then we need to know who belongs where," said Erica as she slowly circled around Derek, placed her hand on his shoulder and slid it along his body, he didn't stop her, "I mean we need to know who's second in command don't we? Let's be honest, we've received the most training, those other three can barely control themselves, right Der?" Erica wrapped her arms around Derek and kissed him on the lips, he took to long to push her away. All she did was laugh and turned to Lydia who had that look on her face, the one any person at school would recognize, Jackson stood next to her with the same look, they had perfected it while they'd dated. It was a look filled with such condescension, the couple had only used it on people who made the mistake of getting in their way, it was the look people saw before they were blasted out of their schools social standing, banished into obscurity. Erica shrunk away, just a little.
Derek cleared his throat, quickly looked at Jackson and saw the fury behind his pups eyes, "I'm the Alpha, I choose the second in command but today's not the day for that I—" Erica leaped and roared, she was going to tear Lydia's pretty little eyes out of her sockets. She never even reached her, Jackson grabbed her around the neck and slammed her down to ground with such force it rattled her bones and her brain, Jackson roared, a primal lupine roar which had every single person in that yard duck in fear, Erica froze and thought, for just a second, that she was going to die. Jackson held Erica down, his eyes shone blue, until Derek put his hand on his shoulder and pulled him away. He wrapped his pup into a hug and Jackson buried his head in Derek's neck, he missed that, the scent, the feel, the warmth, the affection, but it didn't calm him, it made him angrier. He pushed Derek away and started to walk into the woods to cool off.
"Jackson it doesn't mean anything," started Derek, "She…she's just—"
"Oh shut up Derek! Do you really think I'm stupid enough to believe any of your shit? Did you do to her what you did to me, did you make her think you cared, did you tell her she was the only one? Or was I the only idiot who believed I was…and you've lied! For so long," Jackson shook his head, seeing Erica kiss Derek, and the fact that he hadn't pushed her away was enough, he knew that whatever Derek wanted from him, Jackson didn't.
"Oh whatever, poor little Jackson wanted his Alpha to fuck him, but his Alpha had me," said Erica, huge grin on her face, "you're just not as special as you think you are Jackson, you're just the person he calls when I'm too busy. On the last full moon when you were in your heat, when your heat was at its worst, he came to me and we fucked, all night long." Erica laughed a cruel loud laugh and Derek didn't deny it.
"Jackson you don't understand, I'm an Alpha, an Alpha without a pack is as good as dead, literally, the more time we spend without a pack the weaker we become until we die. Scott didn't want to be part of my pack and neither did Lydia, I had to do something so I had to make a new one, but then you came along. I never expected you to turn, and when you got the others to join and I didn't know what to do or say. I'm new at this just like you guys…I barely know what I'm doing sometimes…"confessed Derek.
"I understand that Derek, I know you're new to the Alpha game, but right now I don't care about that, I want to know about us. Why would you make me…do you even care?" Jackson looked at Derek, unshed tears in his eyes.
"Of course!" Derek didn't have to think about it.
"But the entire time I thought we were together you were with that girl," Jackson pointed off handedly, "I understand that you needed a pack, I don't understand why you would make me think we were together when you had no intention of…I don't know…I guess I thought we might have had a future…"
"I don't know if I can give you that Jackson I have to think of the pack,"
"And I have to think of myself,"
Erica sneered, "Oh surprise, surprise Jackson has to think of himself. You're still the cocky little shit who thought he ruled the school, that's why you don't deserve Derek."
Lydia took a few short steps before slapping Erica hard, knocking the girl back to the ground. "If you open your mouth one more time, I will personally tear your tongue out." Erica stayed on the ground and didn't talk.
Derek walked towards Jackson and hugged him, "You're my pup," said Derek trying hard not to get too emotional.
"You'll always be my Alpha," said Jackson hugging Derek back burying his face in his Alphas neck, "but I don't want to be second place in my own relationship and with you I always will be, the pack comes first." Jackson looked Derek in the eyes and the Alpha nodded. They hugged, Jackson cried and Derek tried hard not to feel as if he'd lost another thing even when he hadn't.
Stiles watched from the deck with Allison, he should have been happy but he wasn't. The whole thing had been brutal in its honesty. He was crying and hadn't realized it till he felt the tears leave an itchy trial down his face. He would fix this, he would give Jackson all he needed, the attention, the affection, the love, because this was Stiles' fault. He had opened a giant rift between Derek and Jackson and seeing the results made him feel awful. The night ended with the group of teenagers bearing their necks in submission to Derek. Jackson was last, he exposed his neck and Derek lightly touched his nose to it before pulling away.
Stiles waited three days before going to Jackson. He waited till evening before knocking on his door. Jackson's mother opened the door and smiled at Stiles, let him in the house.
"Jackson's in his room sweetie," she said placing a hand on his shoulder before letting him go. Stiles climbed the stairs up to Jackson's room and hesitated at the door before knocking lightly. Jackson opened the door, he had bags under his eyes, they were red from crying. Jackson smiled at Stiles though, let him into his room.
Stiles stood at the entrance and didn't know what to do, Jackson turned to him, smiled at him sheepishly and Stiles felt horrible. He hugged Jackson and apologized over and over, he said he didn't want to, that he didn't know how bad it was going to hurt, that he was too naïve, too young and didn't understand. Jackson said it was okay, it would have happened eventually, this way it hurt less, even if it still hurt like a bitch. The two boys talked about the last few months, how much everything had changed, how everyone had changed, grown up. They talked about school and all the things that didn't matter but meant so much to them.
Jackson's mother came to check on the boys slightly past midnight. She quietly opened the door and looked into her son's room. He was lying in bed, Stiles on top of him, Jackson's arms held him close. They were both asleep. Mrs. Whittemore called the sheriff to inform him that his son was sleeping over, the sheriff appreciated the call before wishing her a good night and hanging up.
Jackson dreamt of running through the woods with his pack, dreamed of his Alpha leading them through the woods, they played and wrestled, and the night was perfect. They all piled together into a cave and slept one on top of the other, his Alpha wrapped around him. And when the sun rose over the woods Jackson walked home anxiously, excitedly, because he knew that waiting on the steps of his backyard was the man he loved, a cup of coffee in his hand, a robe to cover him up and a kiss to wipe away all his fears and anxieties, and Stiles smiled wide before hugging him close and walking him inside their home.
A/N: Well Stiles wins (I know you Derek shippers out there hate me right now) this fic isn't over yet though, there will be an epilogue chapter so don't stop reading. Also, I have started another fic, and that one is Jackson/Derek, no stiles love triangle, so if you want please read it, it is an AU. I will post it soon, sometime this week. Thanks for reading and commenting, even you anonymous ones, they were all appreciated so thanks.