Teen Wolf Fanfic: Omega 1
Pairing: Jackson/Derek
Rating: T for this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, or its actors (unfortunately).
Note: First in a series of oneshots that center around Jackson being an Omega, and striving to be a Beta. Will have stuff on their relationship, or whatever else inspiration stirs. Enjoy! :)
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Grudgingly, Derek's noticed how much Jackson's improved.
It's been weeks and so far Jackson hasn't revealed to the whole town that werewolves do exist. He's even starting to show some-though not quite enough-respect towards him; he wonders if Jackson's starting to get that Derek's his leader, his Alpha, and he's in control. Not Jackson.
It comes as a surprise one day when Jackson willingly shows up to the Hale house, scratching at the mark on his neck-something Derek's noticed he does when nervous-, not able to meet his eyes for long; although if Derek really thinks on it, Jackson's never been able to hold his gaze for very long.
But he knows Jackson's nervous. Can smell it, even if the signs weren't laid out in front of him.
"What do you want?" He tries sounding annoyed. He can't help it though. Jackson is just too easy to intimidate.
"I-uh…" Jackson's face flushes, and he takes off his leather jacket as if that's what's making him hot. "I'm bored," he says, "What am I not allowed to come over, Mr. Alpha Master?"
Derek isn't surprised by Jackson's retort; it still makes him want to shove Jackson up against the wall until he apologizes. It never takes long before Jackson is a puddle of mush once Derek starts in on him, and the urge is there every time Jackson tries to snark at him.
"There's no reason for you to be here," Derek steadily replies, leaning against the stair banister casually. "There's nothing here but burnt wood and debris that will only dirty your perfect clothes." His eyes rove over the newly looking shoes, pants, and shirt-his leather jacket the only thing Derek knows isn't new since he wears it all the time. He completely stands out in Derek's family home.
Jackson's glare is feeble, like usual, and if it was anyone other than Derek, he knew that glare would've been lethal. "You don't have to be an ass. I'll-I'll just leave, okay?"
"Then go." But Jackson doesn't leave nor move towards the door.
He sighs in frustration. "You-You- you know what, fuck you, Derek. I'm trying to be better-to be-" He ticks his jaw, and Derek knows he's having trouble admitting this; doesn't want to, likely. But Jackson has been different since the bite; it's as if he wants Derek to not regret it, to see that Jackson can play a part in his pack.
Jackson lets out a heavy breath, eyes closing for a moment. Derek can hear his heart beat racing beneath his chest, and can't help but picture the flawless, muscled skin moving with those beats. It has Derek's blood starting to boil.
"To be?" Eyebrows raise and a smirk appears, even though he knows Jackson can't see it. It isn't for him, anyway; Derek can't help but like how Jackson becomes a mess every time he tries to talk to Derek, tries to pretend he doesn't care, that he isn't scared, that he doesn't like to submit.
Jackson's growl tells Derek he's on the verge of shifting. Already he can see those perfect nails sharpening. "I want to be a Beta," he says evenly, meeting Derek's gaze head-on. "I want to be important to the pack, like McCall, only better of course cause McCall can't-" He blinks, shaking his head as if he just remembered Derek told him not to talk about Scott like that. They're a pack now. They're not supposed to be enemies or rivals, or whatever nonsense competition they share.
Derek steps closer, warningly, although last time he hadn't given Jackson the chance. He recalls how shocked Jackson was when Derek shoved him against the wall and forced his neck exposed and bit him; it was all done to show him what he said wasn't allowed. Jackson fought at first, even shifted, but it wasn't long before he was sagging against both wall and Derek, conceding.
Jackson gulps, blue eyes widening. He holds his hands out as if to pacify. "Okay, I'm sorry. Okay? I forgot. I just. Look, I'm sick of being like a damn baby of the pack. Everyone keeps babysitting me, and I'm sick of it. I'm not gonna shift or-or-or do anything. I don't want to be a-a-"
"Omega."
Jackson makes a sour face. "Yeah, an omega. I know you said I'm one or whatever, but can't I just be a Beta now? I'm just as strong as McCall. I haven't done anything. Nobody knows I'm a werewolf and I've stayed clear of the Argents like you told me. Let me be a Beta. Please."
Derek crosses his arms, studying Jackson who's shifting on nervous feet as if ready to bolt any second. He can see the sweat beading on Jackson's brow, can see the twitch of his fingers, hear the rapid heartbeat.
He pretends he's considering it, because really, Jackson needs at least some hope before it's diminished-for now. But the thing is- "It doesn't work that way." Jackson's expression freezes and Derek knows he's about to either get really angry or really upset. "I told you, you can't just decide what you want and be it. There's a dynamic here, Jackson. An order. When you were made, it was as an omega. For now, until another omega comes, that's what you'll be."
"But is there even going to be more?" Jackson spits out, hands clenched. "You keep saying we're building a pack but you haven't bitten anyone yet and it's been like, like, a month since Peter died."
Derek steps right in front of Jackson, whose gaze drops to Derek's chest immediately. He lowers is voice because this close, he feels like he has to. "I've been working with you. I need to make sure you're ready to be at least somewhat on your own so I can focus on others. It's a process."
"But I am ready."
"No," Derek whispers, fingers splaying on Jackson's hair, gripping the strands lightly but sternly. "You're not."
A moment passes before Jackson heaves a breath, muttering a defeated, "Fine." Derek knows it isn't, but the subject has been dropped for now.
Winning's nice, but Derek still feels bad for him. He knows Jackson hates his status; it doesn't help that Scott is a Beta. But he can't just give Jackson the Beta status when he knows he isn't ready yet. He's still too new, not quite ready to protect a pack and be strong and selfless. Jackson's still very much a pup.
Derek tilts Jackson's head to the side, until he can see the scar his claws made. It's something both he and Jackson seem to focus on all of the time-Jackson when he's nervous, Derek whenever he's close and can feel Jackson's heat. They're his mark. It shows Jackson belonged to Derek long before he became what he is.
Jackson's face flushes again, and this is the kind of change Derek's noticed, too. Jackson's been acting as if he likes being close to Derek. As if he wants Derek to do the kinds of things that have plagued his mind since even before he changed him.
"It's not fair," Jackson practically whines.
"So?"
Jackson growls, blue eyes glaring up at Derek, only to drop a second later-to his lips. Derek can't help but lick them, knowing Jackson's eyes are on them, his thoughts on what Derek's been thinking of for quite some time.
Jackson unconsciously licks his own, and Derek has to reel in the urge to just pounce on him right then and there. Instead he settles for fingering the scars with his other hand, arousal peaking when he hears Jackson's stuttered breath and see his eyes flutter.
"You like that don't you?" he murmurs, pressing closer to where Jackson is completely in between the wall and Derek. It nearly undoes him when Jackson bucks his hips just the slightest as Derek digs his nails lightly-though not enough to break skin-into the scars.
Both of their breaths are heavy, mixing, and Derek has the urge to shift right then and there, take Jackson against the wall and just fuck him.
"We-what-"
Jackson grips Derek's forearm, sharp nails digging in, breaking skin, but Derek doesn't mind. He yanks Jackson's head back, which forces Jackson's mouth agape and captures those lips in a rough kiss, tongue completely dominating that sweet mouth.
He feels the groan, or maybe it's a moan, Derek isn't sure, and soon they're a tangle of limbs, both fighting back their wolves as they kiss and-
Soon, hopefully, fuck. But for now, Derek's fine with this.
Rating: T for this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, or its actors (unfortunately).
Note: First in a series of oneshots that center around Jackson being an Omega, and striving to be a Beta. Will have stuff on their relationship, or whatever else inspiration stirs. Enjoy! :)
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Grudgingly, Derek's noticed how much Jackson's improved.
It's been weeks and so far Jackson hasn't revealed to the whole town that werewolves do exist. He's even starting to show some-though not quite enough-respect towards him; he wonders if Jackson's starting to get that Derek's his leader, his Alpha, and he's in control. Not Jackson.
It comes as a surprise one day when Jackson willingly shows up to the Hale house, scratching at the mark on his neck-something Derek's noticed he does when nervous-, not able to meet his eyes for long; although if Derek really thinks on it, Jackson's never been able to hold his gaze for very long.
But he knows Jackson's nervous. Can smell it, even if the signs weren't laid out in front of him.
"What do you want?" He tries sounding annoyed. He can't help it though. Jackson is just too easy to intimidate.
"I-uh…" Jackson's face flushes, and he takes off his leather jacket as if that's what's making him hot. "I'm bored," he says, "What am I not allowed to come over, Mr. Alpha Master?"
Derek isn't surprised by Jackson's retort; it still makes him want to shove Jackson up against the wall until he apologizes. It never takes long before Jackson is a puddle of mush once Derek starts in on him, and the urge is there every time Jackson tries to snark at him.
"There's no reason for you to be here," Derek steadily replies, leaning against the stair banister casually. "There's nothing here but burnt wood and debris that will only dirty your perfect clothes." His eyes rove over the newly looking shoes, pants, and shirt-his leather jacket the only thing Derek knows isn't new since he wears it all the time. He completely stands out in Derek's family home.
Jackson's glare is feeble, like usual, and if it was anyone other than Derek, he knew that glare would've been lethal. "You don't have to be an ass. I'll-I'll just leave, okay?"
"Then go." But Jackson doesn't leave nor move towards the door.
He sighs in frustration. "You-You- you know what, fuck you, Derek. I'm trying to be better-to be-" He ticks his jaw, and Derek knows he's having trouble admitting this; doesn't want to, likely. But Jackson has been different since the bite; it's as if he wants Derek to not regret it, to see that Jackson can play a part in his pack.
Jackson lets out a heavy breath, eyes closing for a moment. Derek can hear his heart beat racing beneath his chest, and can't help but picture the flawless, muscled skin moving with those beats. It has Derek's blood starting to boil.
"To be?" Eyebrows raise and a smirk appears, even though he knows Jackson can't see it. It isn't for him, anyway; Derek can't help but like how Jackson becomes a mess every time he tries to talk to Derek, tries to pretend he doesn't care, that he isn't scared, that he doesn't like to submit.
Jackson's growl tells Derek he's on the verge of shifting. Already he can see those perfect nails sharpening. "I want to be a Beta," he says evenly, meeting Derek's gaze head-on. "I want to be important to the pack, like McCall, only better of course cause McCall can't-" He blinks, shaking his head as if he just remembered Derek told him not to talk about Scott like that. They're a pack now. They're not supposed to be enemies or rivals, or whatever nonsense competition they share.
Derek steps closer, warningly, although last time he hadn't given Jackson the chance. He recalls how shocked Jackson was when Derek shoved him against the wall and forced his neck exposed and bit him; it was all done to show him what he said wasn't allowed. Jackson fought at first, even shifted, but it wasn't long before he was sagging against both wall and Derek, conceding.
Jackson gulps, blue eyes widening. He holds his hands out as if to pacify. "Okay, I'm sorry. Okay? I forgot. I just. Look, I'm sick of being like a damn baby of the pack. Everyone keeps babysitting me, and I'm sick of it. I'm not gonna shift or-or-or do anything. I don't want to be a-a-"
"Omega."
Jackson makes a sour face. "Yeah, an omega. I know you said I'm one or whatever, but can't I just be a Beta now? I'm just as strong as McCall. I haven't done anything. Nobody knows I'm a werewolf and I've stayed clear of the Argents like you told me. Let me be a Beta. Please."
Derek crosses his arms, studying Jackson who's shifting on nervous feet as if ready to bolt any second. He can see the sweat beading on Jackson's brow, can see the twitch of his fingers, hear the rapid heartbeat.
He pretends he's considering it, because really, Jackson needs at least some hope before it's diminished-for now. But the thing is- "It doesn't work that way." Jackson's expression freezes and Derek knows he's about to either get really angry or really upset. "I told you, you can't just decide what you want and be it. There's a dynamic here, Jackson. An order. When you were made, it was as an omega. For now, until another omega comes, that's what you'll be."
"But is there even going to be more?" Jackson spits out, hands clenched. "You keep saying we're building a pack but you haven't bitten anyone yet and it's been like, like, a month since Peter died."
Derek steps right in front of Jackson, whose gaze drops to Derek's chest immediately. He lowers is voice because this close, he feels like he has to. "I've been working with you. I need to make sure you're ready to be at least somewhat on your own so I can focus on others. It's a process."
"But I am ready."
"No," Derek whispers, fingers splaying on Jackson's hair, gripping the strands lightly but sternly. "You're not."
A moment passes before Jackson heaves a breath, muttering a defeated, "Fine." Derek knows it isn't, but the subject has been dropped for now.
Winning's nice, but Derek still feels bad for him. He knows Jackson hates his status; it doesn't help that Scott is a Beta. But he can't just give Jackson the Beta status when he knows he isn't ready yet. He's still too new, not quite ready to protect a pack and be strong and selfless. Jackson's still very much a pup.
Derek tilts Jackson's head to the side, until he can see the scar his claws made. It's something both he and Jackson seem to focus on all of the time-Jackson when he's nervous, Derek whenever he's close and can feel Jackson's heat. They're his mark. It shows Jackson belonged to Derek long before he became what he is.
Jackson's face flushes again, and this is the kind of change Derek's noticed, too. Jackson's been acting as if he likes being close to Derek. As if he wants Derek to do the kinds of things that have plagued his mind since even before he changed him.
"It's not fair," Jackson practically whines.
"So?"
Jackson growls, blue eyes glaring up at Derek, only to drop a second later-to his lips. Derek can't help but lick them, knowing Jackson's eyes are on them, his thoughts on what Derek's been thinking of for quite some time.
Jackson unconsciously licks his own, and Derek has to reel in the urge to just pounce on him right then and there. Instead he settles for fingering the scars with his other hand, arousal peaking when he hears Jackson's stuttered breath and see his eyes flutter.
"You like that don't you?" he murmurs, pressing closer to where Jackson is completely in between the wall and Derek. It nearly undoes him when Jackson bucks his hips just the slightest as Derek digs his nails lightly-though not enough to break skin-into the scars.
Both of their breaths are heavy, mixing, and Derek has the urge to shift right then and there, take Jackson against the wall and just fuck him.
"We-what-"
Jackson grips Derek's forearm, sharp nails digging in, breaking skin, but Derek doesn't mind. He yanks Jackson's head back, which forces Jackson's mouth agape and captures those lips in a rough kiss, tongue completely dominating that sweet mouth.
He feels the groan, or maybe it's a moan, Derek isn't sure, and soon they're a tangle of limbs, both fighting back their wolves as they kiss and-
Soon, hopefully, fuck. But for now, Derek's fine with this.