Taking Back the Words I Said
Jul. 12th, 2013 03:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omegalphaYou 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?"
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?"
no subject
Date: 2013-07-14 06:29 pm (UTC)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."
no subject
Date: 2013-07-15 05:46 am (UTC)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.