Derek can't keep Hester's call a secret. The sheriff's reaction is a bit different from what Derek had anticipated. Allison is preparing to meet Scott, but their plan falls apart. We learn a little more about Hester's pack. Isaac/Alex smut. Stiles and Derek are back at the loft. Stiles is curious, but his curiosity has an unexpected outcome.
When Derek came back to the Stilinski-house, he'd decided to tell them about the call from Hester. He didn't feel comfortable keeping it to himself, because he didn't really want to make this decision on his own. He knew he was perceived as a kind of leader of this pack, but it didn't sit well with him.
After putting away the groceries, he picked up the bag from the drive-through and placed it on the table. "I thought we could go for a take-away breakfast today." Both Stiles and his dad were fine with it, and when they all had served themselves, Derek sighed and cleared his throat. "Hester called." He could see that he'd got their attention and continued. "She wants Alex back and then she'll leave us alone."
The two Stilinskis stared at him, but they still didn't say anything. "She promised not to kill him. I think she means it." He looked down on his food waiting for the others to comment. Stiles got up from his seat and stared at him. "What?"
Derek wasn't surprised by Stiles' reaction. Sacrificing Alex, or any other member of their little group, wasn't an option for him. "Are you actually considering it? I thought I knew you. Derek... I'm, I'm disappointed in you." Stiles' voice sounded like he was about to cry.
Derek hurried to wrap his arms around his mate. "No, Stiles. No." Stiles was squirming, but Derek didn't let go. The sheriff stared at them, but didn't interfere. "No, I could never 'give' her Alex. He's his own person. I don't own him." He noticed that Stiles calmed down a bit, so he let up a little. "I may have worded it wrongly."
Mr Stilinski cocked his head. "Hmm." The short utterance made both Derek and Stiles turn to him. He placed his hands on the table and pushed himself up from the chair. "We, uh, you don't have to give her anything. She knows she can't beat us, uh, you." The sheriff straightened himself up. "I've interviewed so many prisoners that I know."
Derek was still holding on to Stiles, but could feel that he relaxed in his grip. The sheriff continued. "When they know they are defeated they will bargain. Tit for tat. She doesn't want to lose face." He drew his breath and threw his hands out. "We have the upper hand here. We, uh, you don't have to give her...shit."
He seemed a little conflicted, but then he shrugged and looked at them again. "When we promise a perp better terms for sharing information, we have to stick with it. Everything is taped and the defense-lawyer will demand it." The sheriff seemed a little embarrassed, and Derek wondered where this was going. "This is different. You can promise her anything, but you don't have to go through with it."
Derek let go of Stiles completely and walked over to the sheriff. "You mean we should con her? What you're saying is..." Mr Stilinski cut him off. "I'm not saying anything. I don't want to be involved. I can't be involved, but where there's a will there's a way."
With a sigh the sheriff slumped down on his seat again. "I can't be involved." He grabbed a tater tot and stuffed it in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed before he looked up at Derek again. "Alex is a sweet boy, and he's attached to your pack. I think he's smarter that he wants you to believe. Trust him! I will say no more."
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Allison prepared herself for meeting Scott. She went though all the clothes in her closet before she decided on an appropriate outfit. She was pretty sure he wouldn't care what she wore. She knew he would want to tear it off her the minute they saw each other again, but it didn't matter.
She was about ready to go when her dad knocked on the door. Allison wasn't quite sure if he'd approve of her leaving the house, but she was not going to let him stop her. She told him to come inside as she applied some eye-shadow. Regardless of what would happen, she wanted to look her best.
Chris opened the door and Allison could feel his eyes on her. "What do you want? I'm going out for a bit." She looked at herself in the mirror. Satisfied with her own appearance, she got up and stared at her dad. He hadn't said a word yet and she wondered why.
After a few seconds of what seemed like a staring contest, her dad eventually averted his gaze. "Derek called. We're going to his place." Chris threw his hands out. "I know you've made other plans, but this is not a request." He started to move away from the door. "Whenever you're ready. Scott will be there too." Her dad hadn't even finished the sentence before her phone rang.
"Sorry, but we have to meet up at Derek's. I'm so, so sorry." Scott sounded sad, and Allison threw a glance at her dad before she replied. "I understand. I'll see you there." She hung up and turned to Chris. "What's going on?" Her dad shook his head. "I don't know, but according to Derek, Hester offered a truce."
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Eric emptied the bags he'd brought into the kitchen, and started to put the groceries away. It wasn't much, and no real necessities. He'd been sent to the store for no reason at all. Well, there was a reason, but it had nothing to do with getting supplies.
They were going to talk about the pack up in Beacon Hills, and they didn't want him to eavesdrop. Eric was a little pissed about it. After five years living with them, he would have thought that she'd trust him.
He remembered when he first set foot in this house. He was recently turned and still struggling with the aftermath when Hester and her twins came to visit. The girls were not even teenagers yet, but he knew they would grow up to be gorgeous. His Alpha was a elderly gentleman with good heart. Eric had been found in a ditch after a hit and run, and the Alpha and his pack had taken care of him. He got the bite in order to save his life.
He'd been extremely intrigued when Hester made a move on him. He was only seventeen and couldn't resist it when she lured him into her bed that night. After making a deal with the old man, Hester had brought him to the mansion.
The abuse hadn't started immediately, but Eric soon discovered that she liked being rough with him. Over time it escalated, and even if he could heal, it was sometimes impossible for him to perform after hours of abuse.
Three years later he was so used to this life, that the thoughts of leaving had withered away. He had nowhere to go, and this was the closest he'd had to a family in years. When his single dad one day got up and shot himself, Eric ended up in an orphanage. He'd been on his way from school when he got hit by that car.
When Hester brought Troy to the mansion, Eric thought he was off the hook. Hester had found herself a new toy. The tall, blonde, extremely fit guy was going to learn how to crawl for her. It didn't happen. Troy was never abused in any way. A slap now and then or a night in the cage, was pretty much all the abuse he had to take.
Eric resented him from the moment he walked through the doors, and it hadn't gotten better over time. Troy was a blonde in every sense of the word. Eric believed that his IQ wasn't much higher than Forrest Gump's. It didn't take away the fact that he was extraordinarily handsome and good looking. He'd been a gymnast before he came there, but trying to better his scores, the guy had cheated. As the dimwit he was, he'd not been careful enough and he got caught with his body and his pockets full of performance-enhancing drugs.
He was kicked off the team instantly, and with no other real skills, he'd decided to kill himself. It was almost funny how he didn't manage that either. After trying to hang himself from a pipe in his room, the rope snapped and all he achieved was a broken wrist. In great pain and with determination, he'd walked outside to throw himself in front of a car.
As it happened, the driver of that car was Hester. She'd seen him come out, and she'd decreased the speed when she realized what he was up to. Her reflexes were significantly quicker than in a human, but she didn't even need them. Her car had come to a halt before Troy landed in front of it.
Eric hadn't had sex with Hester after that, and he missed it. Even from far away, she had her claws in him. He'd thought he'd never get over her. Technically he hadn't, but when Jade started to come to his bed, it made it easier.
When Alex entered the scene, Eric thought that he'd take over for Troy as Hester's bed warmer. He secretly wanted that fate for Troy, but it didn't go like that. From day one, Alex got subject to the same abuse Eric had experienced for years already. After his first night in the house, Hester had sent Eric downstairs to clean up the mess with the words: "Teach him everything you know. He's your responsibility now. He's gay I believe. You can fuck him if you want."
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They didn't dry off so much. As soon as they exited the shower they let their lips meet and kissed each other hungrily, as if they had been apart for ages. Grabbing a towel each they started to wipe some of the water away as they moved towards the door with their lips still locked together.
The walk to Isaac's room was a little clumsy and resulted in a few giggles, but they managed to get there without any major accidents. The towels were soon abandoned as they fell onto the bed and rolled around on it. Their legs were tangled together and they clung to each other as if someone had poured glue between them.
Alex wanted this more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life, but at the same time he was a little scared about his own emotions. He knew he was losing control over himself and it conflicted him greatly. He'd thought that he could give Isaac the little treat in the shower without any risk. He'd done it so many times when he lived on the streets, and he'd always managed to detach himself from the actual act.
Not so this time around. For the first time in his life he'd actually enjoyed giving head. The connection he and Isaac had; the fact that he liked him – maybe even loved him – a lot, made this more an act of devotion and commitment, rather than a necessary mean to stay alive.
While holding on to each other, letting their lips brush over each others skin wherever they could reach, Alex knew that he was losing it. He knew he wanted to fuck this guy, or be fucked by him, whatever came first. Knowing that Isaac wasn't completely comfortable with the gay thing yet, Alex guessed that the latter would be more plausible. He couldn't care less.
Isaac's cock was was pressing against his thigh, and after struggling hard to keep his own erection at bay, Alex made a decision. If Isaac chose to walk away after this, Alex would still have the memory to indulge himself in. If he had to live the rest of his life pining for Isaac's touch, it would still be worth it.
Lying on his back, Alex spread his legs suggestively, hoping that Isaac got the point. He could see Isaac's eyes widen for a second, and Alex gave him a small nod to emphasize his intentions.
Being totally new to this Isaac now showed an amazing boldness. He eased his hand between them and grabbed onto Alex' now fully erect cock, tugging on it gently. "You sure?" He practically huffed the words out and again Alex nodded. He couldn't think of anything he wanted more at the moment than to feel Isaac inside him.
It surprised him when Isaac rolled off him and got out of bed, but after sifting through a bag of toiletries he dived back in with a small jar of some lotion in his hand. "I've heard it's essential for a good experience." He blushed a little, but there was no trace of uncertainty in his face.
He opened the jar and dipped his fingers into it. Then he leaned over to put the jar on the nightstand. Hovering over Alex he moved in and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Maybe you should turn over, I think... uh, you know." Alex didn't even have to hear the full sentence before he was on his hands and knees. This was going to happen. Isaac was going to fuck him and he was considerate enough to use lube.
He could hear Isaac take a deep breath before he felt a finger circle around his asshole. He sunk his head down on the pillow waiting for the finger to enter. It took a little while before Isaac gently inserted it. There was no pain involved, just a small pressure on the muscle. After pulling the finger in and out a couple of times, Isaac added another. Alex felt a little pinch of pain, but it was really not worth mentioning. He had a high tolerance for pain after living with Hester, so this was nothing.
Isaac leaned over and kissed Alex' shoulder. "I want to... oh, God. I want..." Isaac hitched his breath. His fingers was bending and twisting inside Alex' ass. "I want this so much, but I don't want to hurt you."
Alex panted against the pillow. "You can't...hurt me. Please just... Fuck me already." He'd never felt anything like this. In the cold nights out on the streets, he'd huddled together with boys. Sometimes the intimacy had resulted in an orgasm from rubbing together. That was just a release, this was making love.
If he didn't know that Isaac was a virgin, Alex wouldn't have believed it. After pulling his fingers out, he coated his dick with lotion. He lined himself up behind Alex' ass and pushed forward. When his cock slipped a little, he used his hand to guide it before he tried again. This time, Alex could feel the head of Isaac's cock enter his asshole. The pain was completely bearable, and he was ready for more.
Slowly but surely, Isaac eased his cock inside inch by inch. The sensation was incredible, and surprisingly painless. Alex had braced himself for it, but with Isaac's gentleness it wasn't even an issue. Sure he could feel it, but it drowned completely in the pleasure of being filled up.
When their thighs were flush together and Isaac had his cock buried to the hilt inside Alex' ass, he paused and ran his hands up Alex's back. "This is not going to last long. If I move I'll cum for sure." Isaac's voice was trembling as his hands kept caressing Alex' skin.
Alex felt the same way and was fighting against his own orgasm. "Don't worry...about it." He huffed, and clenched his hands around the pillow. "This is...our...debut...We can do it...again...and again."
They both lasted for a few thrusts, before they just caved in and cummed almost simultaneously. Alex' knees gave in under him as the orgasm hit and caused Isaac's cock to slip out of him. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing except the two of them sharing this mattered. Alex knew he was done for. He was mated. He could never ever let Isaac go. He felt tears in his eyes, and couldn't care less. He'd never felt this happy before.
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Derek and Stiles entered the loft early in the afternoon. It looked clean and tidy, except for a couple of beer bottles on the table. Isaac and Alex were nowhere to be seen and Derek wondered if they had left against his wishes. After the little chat with Hester, he was pretty sure it would be safe for them outside, but they couldn't possibly know that.
Stiles limped over to the couch and sat down. "When are the others coming?" He looked around. "And where's Alex and Isaac?" Derek didn't have an exact answer to any of those questions. "I told them, anytime after five, so I guess..." He shrugged. "Isaac and Alex? I have no..." He stopped short when he heard a creak from the bed in Isaac's room. He cocked his head to listen as he nodded towards the door. "At least one of them is in there."
Stiles looked at him puzzled. "Can you smell them?" Derek shook his head. He hadn't even thought about that, so he drew his breath through his nose sniffing into the air. With a chuckle he shook his head. "I think they're both in there, and I think they finally got together."
He shook his head again and smiled at Stiles. "If you didn't notice, they have been eying each other ever since Alex came here." Stiles threw his head back and laughed out loud. "Notice? I thought you didn't notice. I was waiting for them to hook up, although I wasn't sure about Isaac." Tears were running down his cheeks from laughing. He wiped his eyes as he struggled to get to his feet. "I have to tease them, let's tease them." As soon as he got up he grabbed onto Derek's shoulder and leaned on it as they moved towards the door to Isaac's room. Derek wasn't quite sure about this, but he was curious too.
After a quick knock Stiles flung the door open. "Hi, guys. Wakey-wakey, rise and shine." The reaction from the two boys were not as expected. They were clearly awake already, and Isaac was sitting up leaning on the headboard with Alex' head on his chest. "That's just rude." He uttered lazily. "We could have been busy."
He ran his hand up Alex back and ruffled his hair. "You were right, Stiles couldn't manage to keep his nose out of this." He shook his head as Alex gave him a kiss on the chest. "Told you so. The moment they walked into the loft, I knew he'd come here poking into things he had no business poking into."
Derek saw how Stiles' jaw dropped and he couldn't help chuckling. Stiles looked like a fish out of water when he tried to speak without getting a word out. "Sorry guys." Derek took a step back and tried to pull Stiles with him.
Stiles looked at him before he again turned his gaze to the bed. "What happened?" He finally managed to speak again. Isaac stared at him for a moment before he started to ease himself out of bed. Alex lifted his head from his chest and rolled over to his back. Sitting on the edge of the bed, buck naked, Isaac looked at Stiles again. "Do you want a full recap of this mornings events, or is is enough to say that we fucked?"
This time Stiles looked like he'd got punched in the face. "Uh, that's, uh, more than sufficient for me, sorry." He grabbed Derek's arm and scooted backwards. "I'm so sorry." Isaac got up from the bed and walked towards the door. "Don't worry about it, it was probably easier this way." He threw a peek over his shoulder and smiled at Alex. "We were talking about how to break the news, but now we don't have to worry about that anymore."
He put his hand on the doorknob. "But if you could excuse us for a moment, we have to... uh, get dressed." With a lopsided smile he stepped to the side and slammed the door shut.
Derek laughed out loud all the way to the couch. The expression on Stiles' face was priceless as he slumped down. "How can that be?" He frowned at Derek as he drew his breath. "I mean... I struggled long and hard. We tried to keep our relationship a secret for the longest time, causing all sorts of problems." He threw a glance at the door to Isaac's room. "How can they just hook up and dive out of the closet?"
Derek was still chuckling. "You're jealous?" He patted Stiles' knee. "Why can't you be happy for them?" Stiles looked up abruptly. "I am, I'm extremely happy for them. I've seen them beat around the bush, and I wanted them to hook up. It's just..." He exhaled audibly. "I thought I could tease and torment Isaac for a little while at least. He knew about us before anyone, I wanted..." He shook his head and chuckled to himself. "I had it coming. Curiosity killed the cat."