Author's note: This chapter is a crossover with my Jethan fiction "Tone Him Down" -Chapter 3- for anyone interested.
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"I'm glad we don't have vampires in our world," Theo whispered, watching Luke Evans' first encounter with Charles Dance in Dracula Untold. Liam only nodded, letting out a deep held breath. "Wait…we don't, right? I haven't actually seen the bestiary." Liam shook his head, gripping the armrests tighter, his feet shuffling as he tried to control a squirm. The theater was empty save for an older couple in the handicap section and a younger straighter couple in the bottom section.
Theo rolled his thumb over Liam's slit and the werewolf kicked the seat in front of him. He brought his fist up to bite at his knuckles, to stifle the whimper that threatened to release. The hand buried in his jeans, beneath his boxers, it was a kind of magic of its own. Having touched each other so many times since that run-in on the elevator, their behavior was more rabbit-like than wolf. Theo knew all of Liam's spots and Liam was starting to unlock each of his. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, even in the dark confines of the theater where they'd paid almost $20 to see a 3-star movie.
The chimera removed his thumb and held the pulsing flesh in his hand. He stopped all movement and leaned closer to Liam's face, smirking at him. "You got it?" he said, having noted the smell of blood, a trickle of it running down the back of the werewolf's hand. Liam glanced over at him, his brow furrowed indicating that the sound he wanted to make was too close to the top of his throat. Theo swiped his thumb again and Liam bucked, precum coating his appendage and sticking to the cotton of the black article. "Should we go to the bathroom?" Liam shook his head. "Are you sure?" Theo said, swiping once again. Liam shook head again and all too quickly they were racing down the dimly lit stairs.
Theo burst through the theater door. Liam raced behind him into the bathroom. Theo stopped to check a stall, only to find it locked. Liam went around him, found one a few doors down and slipped in. Theo followed. He locked it behind him and Liam was already pushing down his jeans. His boyfriend looked up at him, desperation dripping in his expression. But Theo stopped, tapped his finger to his own mouth. They had to wait; they had company.
The man or boy or kid finished a few moments later, slamming open the lock and washing their hands. Liam was antsy, so ready to come, so impatient, so frustrated. His erection was pressing angrily into the front of the other's jeans. Whoever their company was took their time, rinsing with soap and using enough water for a small surgery. He took three times at the paper towel dispenser before walking out.
Theo finally pulled his boyfriend in for a hard kiss before the shorter boy broke it to turn around. The chimera knelt, took in the lust-aching smell of the boy before him. He grabbed onto those muscular globes, spread them to view Liam's hairy puckering hole, and leaned in. He was saltier than normal, sweat having built up as Theo teased him in their chairs. He mewled when Theo took his first taste, the echo louder than desired. The chimera slapped the side of his ass, warning him. But Liam just pushed back, taking Theo's mouth on him. He obliged just as hungrily, shoving as much of his face between those mounds as he could. He licked and gnawed and smacked and mouthed. Liam had been ready to explode already, the added heat at his hole and the sharp tease of Theo's short bristles forcing him right up against the edge. He wouldn't touch himself, though; he wanted Theo in him. Now.
When Liam's chemo-signal of desire spiked, Theo knew it was time. He stood, unbuttoned and unzipped. He shoved his garments down just enough to get a comfortable release. He spat, the saliva between their parts sufficient with the single addition. He pushed Liam over, resting his hand on the dip of his lower back, and with his other hand guided his dick to his boyfriend's entrance. As he lined up, ready to shove in, Liam's phone vibrated and continued vibrating against the toilet bowl.
"Are you kidding me?" Theo muttered. He stepped back to let the boy up.
Liam dug around in his pocket, retrieving it just as the buzzing stopped. "Scott," Liam offered, his head falling back in frustration.
"Do you wanna' call him—"
On cue, it started buzzing again. "Hey, sorry I was in a movie," Liam said after accepting the call. Theo could hear the other end clearly, even without his enhanced sense.
"It's okay. Um, I need everyone available tonight."
"Okay…I'm with Theo right now."
"Good. I mean…yeah. So, with the shooting, I'm not sitting by anymore. We fight back. Deucalion is already on board and Malia's convinced Peter. Argent told us that the hunters captured two men. They're keeping them at the warehouse."
"Captured, not killed?"
"Right. That means they're important enough for questioning. I want you two to head for the warehouse. Malia and Peter and I are gonna' lure them out. You and Theo break in, rescue our potential allies, and get out. Argent and Lydia will be on the outside in case anything goes wrong."
"We'll be there," Liam said.
"Good luck."
Theo and Liam exchanged a look. "I'm impressed," the chimera said.
Liam reached down and pulled up his pants. "Why?"
"Didn't think he had it in him."
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"The hunters are gone," Lydia said as Liam and Theo walked up. "Deucalion let it slip that he was coming to Beacon Hills to meet with Scott."
"And he and Gerard go way back…" Theo finished.
"Any idea who's inside?" Liam asked.
"They look to be teenagers," Argent said. "I cleaned up the image; there bags covering their faces but body type seems to match." The veteran werewolf hunter looked over to the entrance. "Be careful in there. Last time we pulled this stunt, Scott and Malia almost died."
"And they shot up Scott's house," Lydia added, touching her side just above her waist.
Liam nodded before looking at his boyfriend. "Ready to do this?"
"No, but let's go." The pair walked towards the building before Theo led them up to a commercial truck. He gave his boyfriend a smirk before running up onto the hood, up onto the top, and leaping up onto the roof of the warehouse. Liam grinning in excitement, turned on by the other's movement. He followed easily up to the top. The ceiling windows gave them a proper view inside. "This is where they held me before," Theo said, noting the single-lit lamp, metal chain wall, and the four bodies inside—two hunters, two seemingly unconscious werewolves.
"Allow me then."
Liam crashed through the ceiling, landing on his feet in front of the two hunters. As he stood up straight, he thrust one of them hard in the chest, sending the man flying into the concrete on the far side of the room. The hunter next to him reacted, swinging a nearby wrench at Liam's face. Theo, however, had been right behind the werewolf. He caught the wrench, broke the man's arm, and slashed his claws across the man's jaw. He fell to the floor, eyes open, blood hemorrhaging from the gash. The downed-man got back up to his feet, reached for a crossbow, and took aim. Just in time, however, Theo had run up along the wall, leapt, and sent the man to the same fate as his compatriot.
Liam turned to see two unfamiliar faces, both pairs of eyes looking back at them. "You part of McCall's pack?" the one on the left said.
"We are," Liam said, noting the bleeding side of the one on the right. "I'm Liam, this is Theo," he said as the chimera came out of the shadows.
"I know him," Theo said, looking at the one on the left. "That's Jackson Whittemore."
"The kanima?" Liam offered.
"Not of any lacrosse fame, I assume?" the one on the right said with a fatigued smirk.
"Do I know you?" Jackson said, looking at Theo, the chimera getting closer until Liam grabbed his wrist.
"Theo Raeken," the chimera answered. "We were in elementary school together. Mrs. Finney's class."
"Can you do this later?" the other one said, looking at Jackson. Liam walked over to him and undid his bounds, helping the werewolf get his balance on his feet. Theo didn't move, though, not breaking eye contact with Jackson as Liam undid the other set of bounds. "I'm Ethan."
"As in Aiden's brother?" Liam asked. The former-alpha nodded.
"I do remember you," Jackson said. "You were always pining after McCall." Theo's glare dropped and Liam looked at him. "But you disappeared, and now you're back. Helping your alpha. Touching."
"Don't be an ass," Ethan said.
"He's not my alpha," Theo said.
"And you're not a werewolf," Jackson said, looking him over. "But you are something," he said with a smirk, earning him a slap to his abs from Ethan.
Suddenly, they heard a clatter. A jingle of keys. "Let's go," Liam urged, looking at metal door before charging it. Their fight out to the parking lot was limited, running into only three more hunters—albeit more armed. Outside, Argent and Lydia were already in their SUV, the gas running. "Go. They'll take you to see Scott." Ethan nodded and he and Jackson ran over to the black car while Liam and Theo made for the chimera's truck.
"Home?" Theo asked, starting up the engine.
Liam nodded, looking out the side to make sure their rescues made it out.
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"What's wrong?" Theo said, pulling into his neighborhood. "You're controlling your chemo-signals. You're not hurt. You haven't said anything the whole way here."
Liam just shrugged, gazing out through the windshield, granted as much to the side as possible.
"Is it because I killed those guys? They were gonna' kill us. If not right then, later."
Liam didn't answer.
Theo shook his head and huffed out through his nostrils. After he parked his truck, he slammed the door closed before walking around toward the front door. Liam followed silently, not expressing any emotion as he followed Theo inside. The chimera struggled with his keys, muttering a swear before jamming the metal in and slipping inside. Before Theo could even flick on the light, Liam grabbed him by the back of his shoulders. He rushed them down the hall, Theo bumping hard up against the kitchen table. Liam forced him to bend over, face first into the cold tile.
"Liam, what're you—"
"You want Scott more than me?" Liam said against his ear, reaching down and unfastening the boy's jeans. "You can't have him. You're mine." He tore the articles down. He straightened up, ripping open his own. Theo shuddered when he felt that hot member against the top of his crease. He looked back, seeing the yellow in Liam's eyes. And then he smelled it, the scent pushing out any other around them.
Jealousy.
With no lubrication at all, Liam pushed inside him. "Fuck!" Theo cried, gripping the sides of the table, his claws distending. "Liam, wai—ah!" Liam had grabbed him by the hair and thrust the rest of the way in. Theo's trapped dick shot a spurt of precum into his boxer trunks. His grip n the table threatened to break pieces off. Without hesitation, the werewolf pulled out and snapped back, beginning his speedily hammering into his boyfriend's ass. "Nngh…god…fuhuhuck."
"No one else," Liam grunted through his teeth, his eyes fixated on the juncture where they were connected, watching as he pushed and pulled at his ass.
"No one else," Theo gasped. "Only you."
"Only me…fuck!"
Theo felt that hot sensation spurt into him, spreading more and more with every pulse and pump. Liam let go of his hair and his shoulder. He let his body rest against his own, wrapping his arms around his stomach. "God, I shouldn't…" Liam panted.
"Sh-…shouldn't what?"
"Love you."
"No, you shouldn't. But I'm glad you do."
"I am, too. I love you, Theo."
"I love you, too, dork."