Allison has a talk with her dad about moving out. Isaac chickens out again, but has to admit something to himself. Joy gets caught, but manage to get away with it. Smutty Sterek moment with touch of non-con and definitely a hint or two to coercion. Mention of sexual violence is also present. Alex cries himself to sleep, maybe.
"Would you ever condone it if I took Derek's offer?" Allison looked at her dad and cocked her head. She was pretty sure he wouldn't flat out support it, but she was curious. Chris focused on the road as he shook his head. "You don't even know if he meant it. Why would he want you to move in?"
During their little party at the remnants of the Hale-house, Derek had shared his wish to fill the house with people. He wanted to have a family – a pack – there. He'd suggested that Scott and Allison could come and live with him when they were ready to move out of their parents house.
Allison leaned forward in her seat. Mr Stilinski was riding shotgun, while she and Isaac were stuck in the back. "I'm a werewolf. Scott is werewolf. It makes sense that we stick together with our own kind. Derek grew up with a big family." She threw a peek at the sheriff. "I guess he wants Stiles to live there too, but for other reasons."
Chris looked at her through the rear-view mirror. "I heard what he said, but it could have been a heat of the moment thing. Why would Derek want to subject himself to the troubles of living with a bunch of teenagers?" He rolled his eyes. "He'd rip your throats out after one month. Literally."
Isaac let out a little chuckle, and Allison's dad frowned at him. "I've seen the loft. It's like a bachelors pad. You guys are not the tidiest people in the world." He scoffed. "As far as I can see, you'd be the only female in there. You think you could be a housewife?"
Allison slapped her dad gently on the shoulder, "Oh, you're so old fashioned. The fact that I'm a girl wouldn't automatically lead to that I had to..." She rolled her eyes. "I can stand my grounds, if Derek for one second thinks that inviting me to live there would give him a maid, he's in for a surprise."
Her dad didn't comment on it. He just shrugged and let out a small sigh. Allison knew her dad, and was surprised by the calmness he emitted regarding this. She would have expected him to protest even if he would know that it would be futile in the long run, but maybe he just looked at it as a silly idea and that it would never happen.
She knew that he had worried about her reaction when she learned that he was ultimately responsible for the long-con that prevented her to kill herself, and eventually lead to her turning. He hadn't mentioned it, but she had spotted the fear in his eyes, as if he expected her to attack him. Sooner or later they would have to talk about it, but they had both avoided the subject so far.
For Allison it was simple. She was pissed off for being fooled, and she'd felt a slight resentment against her father, because he so easily had let her mom kill herself. She knew about the code and all that shit, but her mom could still be alive if he'd done the same for her. Gerard had been the one pushing hardest for that outcome, and Allison wished that her dad had been strong enough to stand up against him.
Earlier, she'd looked at him as unyielding and strong for sacrificing his wife for the cause. Now she looked at him as weak. She couldn't hate him, but she knew perfectly well that she had the upper hand in their relationship. Deep down, she was also grateful to him for saving her life.
He probably knew that if she decided to move into the woods with the rest of the pack, he couldn't stop her, but she wanted a little more passion from him about it.
They pulled out outside the loft and let Isaac and Mr Stilinski out before they drove home. Allison decided to let it go for the time being. The house had to be built first, and it could take a while. In the mean time, they had other issues to attend to. Hester would come back – Allison was sure of that – and she just hoped that she would get a chance to kill the bitch.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Isaac was nervous as he and Mr Stilinski ascended the stairs. Derek, Stiles, and Alex would be there soon, and Isaac had already started to regret not going with the McCalls. Alex would probably think that Isaac decided to come to the loft because of him. It wouldn't be far from the truth – it would actually be quite accurate – but Alex didn't need to know that. Alex had been way too sure of himself back there in the woods, and the power Isaac had felt he'd had over him for saving him was completely gone.
"If you want to go to bed right now, you can have your room back." The sheriff slumped down on the couch. "You've been working hard lately." He chuckled a little. "I would have wanted to help, but you know..." He sighed heavily and touched the bandages on his neck. Isaac knew. Mr Stilinski was still in recovery, and although he was getting stronger by the hour, he still had a way to go before he was fully recovered.
The blood loss had been enormous, and he'd been seconds away from dying. According to the information Isaac had, it could take a few more weeks before he was back to normal. During surgery, they had to cut open his throat to mend the ripped blood vessels, and he had a long scar with multiple stitches. It looked kind of fierce – Isaac had seen it when Melissa changed the dressing on it – but it seemed to be healing well.
"What are you thinking about?" Isaac startled when the sheriff addressed him again, and he chuckled a little nervously. "Oh, sorry. I... Yeah, maybe I should. I am tired." Sleeping in his own room with the door closed seemed like a good idea at the moment.
Isaac made up his mind in seconds and hurried to get ready for bed. "Just tell Al... Tell them that I don't want to be disturbed." He waved goodnight to the sheriff. He was still a little conflicted as he dived into bed, but he knew he couldn't face Alex at the moment.
Seconds later, he could hear them come in. "Where's Isaac?" It was Alex' voice, and Isaac felt his heart skip a beat. He could also hear the sheriff's response. "He was tired so I gave him his room back. He doesn't want to be disturbed. I believe he hasn't been sleeping much lately."
The TV got turned on, and the sound from it muffled the voices out there somewhat. Isaac could hear them whisper, but it was hard to follow the conversation. He was pretty sure that Alex didn't say anything. Most of the talking came from Stiles and his dad, with a few comments from Derek.
Isaac huddled under the blanket and tried to shut it out. With his hand inside his boxers, he thought about that kiss and it took only seconds for his cock to react. This time he didn't even try to think about naked girls. The only picture in his head was of Alex' face surrounded by those adorable curls. Isaac tugged on his dick pretending to stare into Alex' big brown eyes as those soft, moist lips moved closer to his. Within minutes, he was on the edge, and he dug his face into the pillow to prevent anyone hearing him. He'd prepared for this and grabbed the towel he'd brought for the purpose before he cummed into it.
-o-o-o-o-o-
When Stiles went to bed, he was slightly pissed off by Isaac's choice. Having his dad in the loft had so far been an effective cock-blocker. It was still a little intimidating, but he'd planned to not let it bother him tonight. He wanted Derek so much, and it felt like an eternity since they had sex. The rushed affair on the couch didn't really count; it was just a release. He wanted to make good proper love tonight. With daddy in the living room, it was not going to happen.
When they eventually went to bed, Derek mentioned his grumpy expression. "What? Are you mad for some reason? Did I do something...?" Derek undressed completely and scooted closer. "That frown doesn't look healthy." He chuckled silently. Stiles put his hand on Derek's chest to prevent him from coming any closer. "Sorry, but... Why the hell did Isaac take his room back. I wanted my dad to sleep there. He screwed up everything."
Derek nodded as he pushed Stiles' hand away. "I doesn't matter." With a quick move he rolled on top of Stiles, pinning him down. "You can be quiet, I can make sure of that." He covered Stiles' mouth with his hand. "I would have wanted to fuck you hard tonight, but I guess that is not an option."
Stiles tried to remove Derek's hand, but his boyfriend held on tight. "Relax. He's not going to hear a thing, right?" Derek pushed his pelvis down and moved it slightly. Stiles drew his breath through his nose and swallowed. He was rock hard inside his pajama-pants, and he cursed silently at his dick for betraying him.
He didn't fight it when Derek worked to get the pants off, and when their cocks rubbed together between them, he let out a faint growl. The excitement was about to overpower the embarrassment, and Stiles knew that he could not stop this even if his life depended on it.
Derek looked at him with a smirk on his face, as he removed his hand and leaned in for a kiss. "Think about what I can do to you when we are all alone." He whispered against Stiles' lips as he rotated his pelvis to create friction between them. "The next time we have this place for ourselves, I will fuck you so hard that you'll see stars. You'll beg me to stop, even if it's the last thing you want."
Stiles hitched his breath. His cock was twitching, and his head was spinning. He was completely unable to form any coherent words. Derek moved his head a little and nibbled at his ear. "I will tie you up and do things to you that will make you scream in pleasure and pain."
How Derek managed to get the lube out during this was beyond him, but Stiles heard the squirting sound from it and braced himself for what was about to come. He worried a little that he would not be able to keep quiet, but it was really too late to think about that.
Derek lifted his head and stared in to Stiles' eyes, before he leaned in and let their lips touch. Stiles could feel Derek's fingers on his ass-hole and he knew it would only take seconds for him to cum. Suddenly Derek thrust two fingers inside him, as he at the same time kissed him violently. Except for the guttural growl from his throat, Derek's mouth managed to prevent any other sound to come out. His head exploded when the orgasm hit, and his whole body was shaking as cum created a sticky mess between them.
Derek reached his hand down and gave his own cock a couple of tugs, before he too released his load over Stiles' stomach. "You, uh, did good." Derek hitched out as he rolled over pulling Stiles' with in a tight embrace. Stiles panted against Derek's chest. "You crazy son-of-a-bitch." He was still shaking as Derek moved his hand and stroke his back. He chuckled a little. "It's not nice to talk about someones mother like that, but under the circumstances I guess it's okay."
They didn't say anything more that night. With their bodies slick with sweat and with their cum mixed together between them, they fell asleep in each others arms.
-o-o-o-o-o-
Joy wasn't prepared for the scene that met her as she snuck through the door from the patio. She'd been so sure everybody was in bed, because there were no lights on.
Hester was lying on the couch, dressed in a silk morning gown. Her left leg was propped up on the back of the couch and she was breathing heavily as she tugged on Troy's hair. His head was partially covered with fabric from the gown as he did his best to pleasure her with his mouth.
Coagulated blood had stained the front of the garment, and Joy suspected that Eric was in his room recovering from the abuse he'd obviously been subjected to. She felt a little sorry for the guy, he had nobody there to comfort him anymore. She knew that he and Alex helped each other through it, but now he was all alone.
It took a few seconds for Hester to react to the disruption, and Joy had to listen to the slurping sounds from Troy as he kept at it. She was slightly grossed out from it, but it wasn't the first time she'd walked in on them, so she kept her cool.
"Where were you?" Hester didn't even look at her as she pushed Troy away. "You took a car." Joy shrugged and crossed the floor. "Nowhere, just went for a drive." She'd snuck out a few times over the last few days, but never got caught. "I'm bored. I just needed..." She sighed and turned to her adoptive mother. "You spend so much time with Jade teaching her the business. I just... I need something to do too."
Hester scoffed. "You were bored with school, and now you're bored with not having school. How can I please you?" She sat up and closed the gown. Troy had scooted to the side and was wiping his mouth absentmindedly. He was completely naked, and was sporting a semi that he didn't do a thing to cover up.
Joy shrugged again. "I'll be fine, I'm going to bed." She started to walk away. "I'm sorry I interrupted." In the corner of her eye, she could see that Hester shook her head. "Don't do it again, dear. I don't want to have to punish you." She chuckled a little as she grabbed Troy by his hair and pulled him closer.
She was happy that Hester didn't ask more about her little adventure. She didn't want to lie, partially because she was pretty sure Hester would see through it.
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From the years on the streets, Alex had learned few things that had come in handy. He'd soon discovered that keeping a low profile in encounters with new people, could be lifesaving. On the other hand, standing your ground, making sure everybody were aware of your boundaries, was equally crucial for survival.
With his small stature and his good looks – Alex was perfectly aware that he was perceived as a beautiful little thing – it had been very important for him to let people know that looks could be deceiving.
In the beginning, everybody thought he was a pushover, and he really was, but it took only a few weeks before he realized that he could use this to his own advantage. With pleading eyes and a pretty smile, he'd managed to get almost anybody to feel sorry for him. He'd received gifts and money from random people who didn't expect anything in return.
Some of them had another agenda, and he was many times tempted to take the offers he got from men who wanted to be with a young boy. He never did, even if he knew the money were good, especially from those who were admittedly pedophiles. At fourteen, he could easily be mistaken for a ten year old, so he was in high demand, but selling his body was never a real option back then.
It all changed when he got introduced to heroin. The other prostitutes had warned him about drugs, but on one cold winter night, he'd shot up and that was it. Even if he made a decent living from begging and stealing, he'd had to find other means to support his new habit. He still didn't want to let anyone fuck him, but if Hester hadn't found him when she did, he would eventually have caved in. The money he made from sucking dicks was barely enough to get a daily fix.
On the streets, he'd been a master in hiding his own emotions. So much so that he thought they were gone for good. In Hester's house he'd got them back somewhat, and it was all thanks to Eric. Immediately after the bite, the guy had taken care of him and soothed him. Over time, he'd taught him how to survive in the house and comforted him when the abuse got a little too rough.
He had still been reluctant to let go completely; Alex had had his share of disappointments, so he never trusted any of his pack members fully. When Derek and Isaac saved him, and he got to know them and their friends, he'd got a new view of life. To begin with, he'd thought he knew what Isaac wanted with him, and he was willing to oblige. Later he realized that Isaac himself didn't even know. It took only a couple of days before he started to feel for the guy. Those feelings changed rapidly from genuine care to include lust. That he'd cried himself to sleep a couple of times, made him worry that his feelings had taken another step. He didn't know what love felt like, but he wondered and also feared that he was falling for Isaac.
At the moment he was, however, very excited about the fact that Isaac was at the loft. He took it personally that the guy decided to go there after the little innuendo in the woods. Alex wasn't really sure what would happen, but street-life had taught him to wish for the best and expect the worst.
What he actually wished for was still a little unclear, but that little kiss had been promising. It wasn't only because he got aroused from it. The fact that he could have these feelings at all proved to him that he wasn't so screwed up as he'd thought. The risk of being disappointed again was bothering him, so he tried to not get in to deep.
"Where's Isaac?" Alex panned the room looking for the guy, but he wasn't there. When Stiles' dad told them that Isaac had gone to bed and didn't want to be disturbed, Alex got utterly disappointed. He'd been so sure that Isaac would be there waiting for him to make another move. He wasn't sure if he would have done anything tonight; the teasing was part of the game, but he would have wanted to have the option.
When they all went to bed that night, he thought about knocking the door to Isaac's room, but he was afraid of being rejected. It would of course always be a risk, but the closed door and Isaac's wish to not be disturbed, won this time. As he rested his head on the pillow, he told himself that he had time. Sooner or later, he'd get another chance to talk to Isaac alone. He didn't like the sting he got in his eyes as he threw a peek at Isaac's door, and he couldn't help it when a teardrop escaped and rolled down his cheek.