Taking Back the Words I Said

[omegalpha]

You might be an Alpha, but you're not mine.

It had been foolish. The words had come out sharp, almost spiteful, and the lift of his chin and the defiance in his eyes had just reinforced that point. He really shouldn't have expected Derek to let it go so easily. But, Scott gets swept away by the normal panic of four weeks until finals when Scott's been absent and I attentive, dealing with Gerard and Matt and the Kanima. He should at least get some sort of extra credit. You know, some sort of Good Samaritan thing. Fifty points for stopping someone from murdering people.

He only wished.

His mother had calmed down, accepted things which made it so easy to forget about the fact that not even three days ago he'd been in the middle of a fight that could have cost his life. Instead they were talking about his outline for his essay in English, which wasn't to say she was ignoring the whole thing. They talked about it sometimes, occasional questions, and Scott was honest with her. As honest as he could be, because he needed her to understand, to love him.

When he went upstairs to his room, it was with the objective of trying to get caught up on his homework. Derek and werewolves and Alphas and all of that were a million miles from his thoughts. So, needless to say, when Derek was brooding in the shadows by his bed, Scott was more than a little shocked. It took a moment for him to remember how words worked, and he wasn't sure if he should be worried that something was wrong, or that Derek was going to do something. He stepped in and the door swung shut behind him, his body language cautious but not defensive.

"Derek.. What are you even doing here?"

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[omegalpha]

He sees the flash in Derek's eyes and it just serves to reinforce that knowledge that he's right. This isn't about the pack, this is about Derek, about this thing that's between them, that draws them together no matter how Scott tries to ignore it. It was there that first time in the forest, when Derek had tossed him his inhaler, and it had stubbornly refused to go away despite Scott's equally stubborn refusal to acknowledge there was anything there.

Except now Derek wins and Scott's finally admitting what they've both known all along, and really, that should be enough. At least, Scott thinks it should. But it's clearly not. Not when Derek is leaning in close, hissing in his ear and demanding that acknowledgement, that admittance that Derek is his Alpha. His breath is hot as it teases against Scott's ear and there's a spark of warmth in his body, from the proximity and the feeling that slips down his spine. Because Derek is hot and Scott is seventeen. He tries to ignore it, swallowing as he focuses on the words, on that demand.

"Derek, I can't." Scott didn't know how to say what the Alpha wanted from him. He was stubborn and independent, and trying to make him surrender to this, say those words was almost impossible.

[feroces]

Really, hearing Scott say that he'd be Derek's would have been enough if he only hadn't said that he wasn't Scott's alpha. It wasn't even the words itself that had hurt, but the way that Scott had said them that did it and put him so hung up about it. And he knows it would have been easier if he could just come clean about it and tell Scott that he fucking loved him, that they were supposed to be together and that he never felt so strongly about something in his life, but it just wasn't that easy for him.

"You'll be with me but you won't join my pack? Scotty, we've been over this," Instead of forcing Scott to look at him, now he's pulling the teen closer so that his nose is buried in the alpha's crotch, his face pressed against the bulge in Derek's jeans. He wanted Scott to know what a real wolf smelled like and what he was in for. "You don't get both...

"I told you that I wasn't giving you a choice anymore, so do your duties as my mate now, and then take you as part of my pack whether you want to or not," His fist is still tangled in Scott's hair, not letting him pull back from the growing bulge against his face. It was obvious what he was expecting Scott to do for him now.

[omegalpha]

It would have been easier that way. Things would have been sweet, and Scott likely wouldn't have been able to even try to ignore it with that sort of a confession. But, Derek can't manage it, and so instead they're here. With Derek pulling Scott's face down so that instead of eye to eye, Scott's face is pressing into his crotch, a low noise of protest on his lips from the rough treatment that's being hinted at and pressed against his face.

The unfair part is that it gets Scott hard in a sudden rush. Between the feeling of Derek's erection, and the smell of him, Scott can't help the arousal that hits him, clinging to his skin. That doesn't mean he'll do what Derek wants, but it's there, an ember of desire and he swallows uncomfortably. He can smell him, and the scent of the Alpha's desire is so potent to him it's like he can taste it on the air. He's so fucked. He's really hating teenage hormones right now.

He tried to pull back, to escape, get a breath of air that wasn't just the musk of Derek's arousal, that clothed bulge pressing hot against his cheek. But Derek's fingers were tight and it just made it hurt when his hair pulled uncomfortably. Scott was stubborn and indepent and he wasn't going to just give in, especially not like this.

"You really think you can just rape me into being in your pack? Derek, you don't have to.. Don't do this like this."

But he still wasn't saying it, either. They were both terrifyingly stubborn.

[feroces]

When Scott says it out loud like that, it almost comes Derek down and make him take a look at what he was doing and how he was hurting Scott, his destined mate, the person he was supposed to be with for the rest of their lives. Derek would never hurt Scott, even now, but hearing the word 'rape' almost makes him stop all of this altogether... Almost.

I don't have to rape you, Scott. In fact, I'm not going to because you're going to doing all the work," He loosens his hold on the other wolf's hair just a little, but still keeps Scott's face up against his bulge. He knows what an Alpha's musk can do to an omega. "Don't you get it, Scott? You don't have a pack. You're an omega, even if you're not a traditional one. And I'm an alpha. Alphas can't rape omegas, because your kind always need an alpha. You need me, Scott. Your body is already trying to tell you that," He knows that Scott is getting hard right now, he can smell arousal coming hot and thick off the teenager.

He really wishes that he could make Scott understand that they couldn't just be mated and not be in the same pack, that Scott couldn't be an omega with a pack backing him up. Part of that was because, yeah, Derek was tired of being used by Scott, but biologically it just didn't work. And with the alpha pack coming, which Scott doesn't know about yet, he'd be the first target for them. The lone wolf, even when it was Scott McCall, would always be the weakest.

Derek's free hand moves to pop open the button to his jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly. Even though he was still confined to his boxer briefs, Derek's scent was even stronger now, flooding Scott's bedroom and inundating the teen's senses. "You want this just as much as I do, Scott."

[omegalpha]

That declaration, the way that Derek explains how this isn't rape, it makes Scott shake. Because he can feel the heat in his body, and he disagrees with the way the Alpha says he can't rape him. Fuck biology. There's no way that he needs Derek, not like this. It's a hard defiance to hold onto, his heart racing as Derek holds him down against his crotch, fingers finally loosening.

He didn't understand just how risky the game he was playing was. How omegas were usually lost or orphaned, that very few chose to be Omegas. He ignored the urges, the way his wolf ached every time he refused Derek, every time he made that distinction that Derek wasn't his Alpha. Instinct wanted him to be in a pack, and there was something else, a connection he couldn't deny that wanted it to be Derek.

The Alpha's fingers move to pop the button on his jeans, and his first instinct is to tell Derek he's wrong. But, when his scent is stronger in the air, filling Scott's senses because of how close he is, his second instinct is to nuzzle into Derek's cock. There's an utterly shameless whine that hums on his lips as he tries to hold himself back, his body shaking. It's sudden and overwhelming, that moment when it hits him that it's not just teenage hormones, that his body wants Derek.

He's not sure exactly when his restraint breaks, but it somehow ends up with him yanking Derek's boxers down with his teeth. It occurs to him that he's not being particularly convincing, and he tries to pull himself out of it, glaring daggers at Derek as he presses his cheek against the Alpha's length.

"Stop.." His voice sounds less than convincing, even hissed through clenched teeth.