Alex and Chris get rid of Jade and Troy before they head back to Beacon Hills. Eric has a small existential crises. Allison and her dad talk about her new status but she's unwilling to see that it will change anything. Isaac and Alex decides to take their time getting home. Derek end Stiles finally get some alone-time. They use it well.
"We have to get rid of the couple in the trunk first." Chris had avoided the highway because he wasn't sure if he could get Isaac's old car up to speed. He'd had to crisscross the countryside on poorly paved roads, but Alex was pretty sure that they were going south. He hadn't dared to ask anymore about Chris' intentions.
Troy had made some noise to begin with, as they left the abandoned baseball field, but for the last fifteen minutes it had been quiet back there. Alex had a bad feeling about all this, and was pondering about how he could overpower Chris if the guy decided to kill their prisoners.
When they hit a road that went straight east, he started to suspect what their destination was. Another ten minutes later, Chris pulled over and parked the car on the shoulder of the road. "I guess they can walk from here." He got out and gestured for Alex to get out too.
"I'm not sure that leaving them alive is the best option, but killing them now will feel more like target practice." He knocked on the trunk and listened for a response. Troy and Jade kept quiet. "I'm going to let you out now." Chris gave the trunk another knock. "I'll let you out, but you have to promise to walk away."
It took a few moments before they heard Troy's voice. "Okay, we'll do that." Chris looked at Alex and seemed to measure him, before he reached inside his jacket and pulled a small gun out. "I'm gonna choose to trust you." He handed Alex the gun and pointed to the car. "If they try anything funny, you have to shoot." Chris held the rifle in one hand aiming it at the trunk as he stuck the key in the lock. He hesitated for a second before he turned it and flung the lid open.
He grabbed the rifle with both hands and jumped back. Troy was the first one to get out. He looked at Alex and Chris before he reached in to help Jade on her feet. "Where are we? Where do we go?"
Chris used the rifle to point down the road. "It's about a half hour walk to your house. I suggest that you go there and stay there. If I see any one of you ever again, I'll kill you." He moved his aim to point directly at Troy's head. Troy shrugged and grabbed Jade's hand. The wound in her forehead was almost gone, but she still looked utterly confused, as if she'd just woken up from a coma.
"Hester?" She said with a weak voice. "Is she... uh..." She lifted her hand slowly and scratched the back of her head. Her hand came down again and she stared at it. A chunk of hair caked in with blood was lying in her palm. "I guess I'm injured."
Alex was still aiming the gun at his former family members even though he was pretty sure they wouldn't attack. "Hester is dead. I'm sorry. It was never in our plans." Alex noticed that Chris sneered at him, but he didn't care. "Please stay away. I don't want to see you dead, but I'm with them now, and I can not save you again."
Troy pulled on Jade's hand, but she didn't move. She looked at Alex again. "Where is her body? Can we have her body?" Alex didn't know how to respond. He threw a glance at Chris to see his reaction. Chris shook his head. "No, she is buried. Maybe we'll reveal her location later, but not now."
Jade sighed and slumped her head down. "Okay. Later. Okay."
Alex wondered why Chris was lying, but he chose not to say anything. He didn't trust the hunter not to turn on him if he made a wrong move. "Just leave. I'm sorry."
-o-o-o-o-o-
Everybody in the clinic had frozen in their positions staring at Allison. Dr Deaton had been busy putting away the defibrillator, but stopped short when he heard Derek's words. Lydia had covered her mouth with her hand and seemed to be holding her breath. Scott had his jaw on his chest, but it looked like he was fighting not to laugh.
Allison herself stared at Derek with a deadpan expression on her face. Stiles knew perfectly well what had happened. By killing Hester with her bare hands, Allison had acquired the woman's Alpha status.
It felt like the silence in there lasted for forever, but Stiles knew that only a few seconds had passed before Deaton – as the first one – opened his mouth. "So you are a werewolf?" He nodded, mostly to himself. Allison turned to him slowly as she still kept Derek in view. "I am, but..." She shook her head. "I didn't plan this."
Scott cracked. He started laughing and flung his arms around Allison. "This is good. This is a good thing. You can have your own pack now." He panned the room before he rested his gaze on Derek. "She doesn't have to join you. She's not an Omega anymore."
Allison shook herself loose from Scott's embrace. "I don't want another pack. I just want to hang with my friends. I'm not going to turn anybody into a werewolf to better my position."
Derek cocked his head and stared at her. "You are a born leader. You should have your own pack."
-o-o-o-o-o-
Eric didn't know what to do. If it was true that Hester was dead, Jade would be the leader of the pack. He felt kind of lost. Even if Hester had been cruel and violent, she'd still been the only one in this pack he could truly rely on after Alex left.
The fact that he'd been fucking Jade on a semi regular basis would not count. He'd be tossed aside in a heartbeat when Jade finally could get her hands on Troy. Joy had always treated him well, but she'd never really spent time getting to know him.
Joy had shared the information she had about what went down, but she really didn't know if Troy and Jade had survived. "Troy got mauled and Jade was shot. I ran." She'd been crying ever since she crashed through the door, but she'd kept it down somewhat. Now she sank to the floor again, covering her face with her hands. "It should have been me. I just left them, how can I ever forgive myself."
Eric had to listen to her sobbing and whining for a good ten minutes before she wiped her eyes and looked up at him. "Eric! Tell me what to do!" Eric crouched down and grabbed her hand. "We can try to call them. I'll try to call them." He let go of her and reached for his phone. Joy watched him, but didn't try to stop him.
He dialed hoping to get an answer, and when Troy replied after only one ring, Eric sighed in relief. "Eric, Eric! Come get us. We're on our way home, but Jade is... is. Oh, just come." Eric smiled down at Joy before he addressed Troy. "Where are you? I'm coming, but you have to give me your location."
Joy got up from the floor and darted towards the door. "They're probably at the field. Let's go." Eric listened to what Troy had to say before he turned to and shook his head. "They're down the road. They're only about a mile away."
-o-o-o-o-o-
"At the clinic. Deaton is here." Chris looked at the text from Allison before he concentrated on the road again. It was sent more than a half hour ago, but he hadn't had time to check the phone until now. He didn't know if all of the boys had survived, but the short text was promising. Chris was pretty sure Allison would have mentioned it if any of them hadn't made it.
"Excuse me, Sir, but did you get any information about them?" Alex nervously twisted his hands and stared at the phone. Chris shook his head and handed it to Alex. "No, not much. You can read it." Chris didn't want Alex to know where he was going to dispose Hester's body, and had decided to drop him off as soon as possible. "I'm taking you back." He nodded towards the phone. "Find out if they're still there. I'm taking you to them."
Isaac's car was just a pile of junk, and he'd decided to switch as soon as he was back in Beacon Hills. "How can he drive this thing. Fuck." He almost lost it when he had to struggle to get it to third gear. Alex jumped in his seat and dropped the phone on the floor. Chris had to chuckle. The guy was acting the same way as he had when they brought him to Derek's loft. Curled up in the corner, throwing fearful glances at everybody, he'd resembled an abused dog.
"Get it together. As far as I'm concerned you're in Derek's pack. I'm not hunting Derek's pack." Chris shook his head. If Alex wanted to, he could wolf out and attack and there was nothing Chris could do about it. There were no reason for the guy to be so scared and intimidated at the moment. "What kind of werewolf are you?"
Alex had finally managed to send a text. He put the phone on his lap and looked down, seemingly embarrassed. "I, I have never been in a fight before. Not like this." He twisted his hands. "I never... It was all a joke to me before. I knew I could heal, so I felt invincible."
Chris remembered when they had Alex tied up in the basement. He hadn't even flinched when they tried to torture him. They later learned that he'd been subject to much more severe abuse on a regular basis in Hester's house, but back then they didn't know.
When Alex turned into a sobbing mess on the floor, back when they freed Derek, Chris had thought it was just a con. He'd been pissed off when he realized that Isaac was falling for it and decided to save the guy.
After a couple of weeks with Derek, he'd changed. He'd dared to show his true self and seemed to slide into the pack as a natural. "And now. Why are you scared of me?" Chris looked over at Alex. "You could kill me before I get a chance to defend myself."
Alex emitted a humorless chuckle. "I'm not a killer, but you are. You're a killer and you're cruel. You have no empathy, and it worries me." He sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Sir." Chris scoffed but he didn't say anything. Alex was speaking the truth, and there was no need to comment on it at all.
A ping from the phone startled them both, and Alex hurried to pick it up. "Still here, see you soon." Alex read it out loud, before he handed the phone back to Chris. "I just want to live in peace. I can't handle all this brutality."
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
When Allison got a text telling them that Chris and Alex were on their way, Isaac stepped outside to wait for them. He didn't really care about Allison's new status, although it could possibly change the dynamic of their pack.
The others were helping Dr Deaton to clean up. Isaac knew he should have participated, but it was way too crowded in there and he knew he wouldn't be missed. The only thing he wanted right now was to see Alex again, and nobody was going to get in his way.
Ten minutes later, Derek and Stiles came outside too. They seemed surprised when they saw him. "We're going back to the loft. Are you coming?" Stiles probably asked just to be polite; the look he sent Derek told Isaac that he'd prefer to be alone with his boyfriend. Isaac shook his head. "No, I'm gonna wait for Alex, just go." Stiles didn't hide the fact that the answer pleased him and Isaac couldn't help himself. "I'll give you guys an hour. Hurry up."
Derek chuckled a little as he got into the Jeep. "An hour? Let's make it two, okay?" He threw a peek at Stiles. "We have some catching up to do." Stiles climbed into the Jeep too and Isaac had to jump out of the way when he backed up to get out of there. Stiles leaned out the window as he passed Isaac again. "Thanks, we owe you."
Seconds later Isaac could hear the sound of his own car, and soon he could see it too. Chris hadn't even parked before Alex jumped out and ran over to him. "You made it. I didn't know if you were still alive." Isaac felt a tear running down his cheek as he wrapped his arms around Alex and squeezed him tight.
"Can we go home now?" Alex nuzzled his face into the crook of Isaac's neck. Isaac stroke his hair. "No. I'm sorry, I promised Derek and Stiles a little privacy." Isaac had no idea what to do or where to go. "We'll have to find somewhere else to go."
After making sure his jacket covered his bloodstained shirt, Isaac gestured for Alex to put on the plaid button-down he'd tied around his waist. "You're T-shirt is missing a sleeve, how'd that happen?"
Alex looked at it an shrugged. "I used it as a tissue."
-o-o-o-o-o-
"Alone at last." Derek shoved Stiles up against the wall as soon as they came inside. "You can make as much noise as you want." He leaned in and let their lips meet. With his mouth roaming over Stiles' face and neck, he pushed his pelvis forward.
Stiles got a little surprised by the urgency. They had two hours, so there were really no need to rush it. He ran his hands up Derek's back under the T-shirt. "We have time. Let's go to the bedroom." Derek didn't let go. He tried his best to rid Stiles of the button-down as he kept kissing him. "No. I want you right now, right here."
It was actually quite exciting. It had been a while since Derek had been this forceful. Stiles leaned his head back to give Derek better access to his neck. Derek eased his hand in between them and started to unbuckle his belt. Stiles wanted to get his own pants off, because his cock was so hard that it was kind of uncomfortable. When he moved his hand to unbutton them, Derek pushed it away. "No, no, no. I'll do it." He'd got his own pants open, and Stiles could feel the head of Derek's cock pressing against his stomach.
Derek rubbed his hand over Stiles' hard-on before he went for the button. He seemed to struggle a little with it, making Stiles somewhat impatient. "Let me..." He didn't get a chance to finish. Derek pulled hard, causing the button to fly off. With another tug, he managed to ruin the zipper also. "Sorry." Derek nibbled a little on Stiles' collarbone as he tried to push the pants down.
Stiles was so ready to be fucked now. This was extremely arousing. Again, he tried to help Derek with his pants, and again his hand got pushed away. "It's ruined already." Derek pushed his pelvis forward a little and sneered. Stiles heard the sound of tearing fabric when his pants and underwear got ripped to shreds.
It seemed like Derek was on a roll, because as soon as the remnants of the jeans hit the floor, he grabbed onto the front of Stiles' T-shirt. It got the same treatment. Stiles whimpered a little when Derek's claws accidentally scratched the skin in the process. Derek bent down a little and kissed the wounds. "Sorry, sorry. I got a little carried away."
Stiles didn't know if he should worry. If Derek was losing control, this could end up pretty bad. He didn't get a chance to ponder on it before Derek lifted him off the floor and carried him to the kitchen counter. Then he reached his hand out for the hand-cream by the sink.
Derek let go of Stiles for a moment as he pushed his own pants down. He squirted a decent amount of cream onto his fingers before he reached between Stiles' thighs and pushed a finger inside his asshole. Stiles trembled from the sensation. No time was wasted. Another finger was inserted and Derek twisted them around.
Stiles groaned. They wouldn't need two hours. With the pace Derek set for this, it would be over shortly. "Oh, God Derek. Let me feel you inside me." He didn't recognize his own voice. He sounded desperate.
The fingers disappeared and Stiles got lifted off the floor again. He wrapped his legs around Derek's waist. Derek held him with one hand and used the other to guide his cock towards the entrance. This position was new to them both, and they struggled a little before they managed to synchronize their movements.
It would probably not be their new favorite position either. Stiles was bouncing up and down as Derek fucked him standing in the middle of the floor. It had to be tiring even for a werewolf. Stiles clung to him for dear life. With every stroke, his own cock rubbed against Derek's stomach, but it wasn't quite enough friction for his taste.
Suddenly Derek slowed down the pace almost to a halt, and moved so Stiles had his back against the wall. In this position Derek had a little more control and thrust into Stiles ass with force. Stiles dared to let go of Derek's shoulder and tried to reach his own cock. He was sure it wouldn't last long before he'd cum. "I'm gonna...oh, come on. Harder." He practically screamed into Derek's ear.
Derek did not comply. Instead, he pulled out and pushed Stiles' legs down. "Come on." He dragged him towards the couch while he pushed his own pants all the way down and stepped out of them. Then he let himself fall backwards on the couch. Stiles landed on top of him. Derek obviously wanted him to ride him. He moved to straddle him, but Derek shook his head. "No. Your turn."
It was probably the surprise that prevented Stiles to cum that very second. Derek spread his legs and gestured for Stiles to get in between. "I know you want it. Fuck me." He was still holding the cream, and now he handed it to Stiles. "You can't really hurt me, but a little lubrication makes it easier."
With trembling hands, Stiles opened the bottle. He smeared some on his fingers before he reached down to touch Derek's asshole. Derek shook his head vigorously. "No, no prep, just give it to me." Stiles looked at his hand covered in cream. He grabbed his own cock and coated it generously before he leaned in.
He didn't know how much force he could use. He pushed forward to no avail and wondered if Derek had been a little too cocky when he refused to get prepped. Derek seemed somewhat tense, but then he drew his breath and managed to relax. Stiles could feel a little give down there, and decided to just go for it. He grabbed onto Derek's hips and forced the head of his cock inside. Derek heaved and tensed up again. The squeeze on his cock was insane, and Stiles wasn't sure if he could go any further.
He didn't get time to think so much. Derek wrapped his legs around him and pushed on his ass. Stiles cock slid further in and he could feel his balls tighten when he was about to cum. Pure willpower prevented it, but it couldn't last forever.
With his cock buried inside Derek's ass, Stiles had to take a moment. He leaned over and kissed Derek's cheek. "Oh, God, I love you." His voice was trembling as he did his best to calm down. As soon as he felt somewhat in control he pulled out a little before he pushed forward again.
"Pick up, uh, the pace." Derek grabbed his own cock and started to tug on it. "Come on, you've been waiting for this moment." Slowly but surely Stiles started to move back and forth. Fucking Derek was almost surreal. Having the guy squirming under him, he felt more in control than ever.
Soon, Stiles got a heavy rhythm going as he thrust into Derek with willful determination. He managed to fight against the orgasm, although he knew it was a losing battle. It would eventually be impossible to hold back. When the orgasm rolled over him, he kept pumping into Derek's ass to make sure that not a drop was spilled. He was about to collapse when he felt Derek's cum hit his chest.
For several seconds Stiles was just lying there on top of Derek. He'd managed to pull his dick out, but other than that he was unable to move. Derek wrapped his arms around him and kissed his earlobe. "Good. That was good." They clung to each other and Stiles had to wipe his eyes. "It was, oh God...It was."