Fanfiction: Teen Wolf: Open The Door Because I'm Coming In: Chapter 04
Open The Door Because I'm Coming In
Title: Open The Door Because I'm Coming in
Category: Teen Wolf
Genre: Drama/ Romance/ Smut
Rating: M
Warning: Slash m/m
Paring: Jackson/Stiles, Danny/Brad
Summary: Derek gave Jackson the bite, with the change comes something he didn’t expect. He can smell it all around town it’s sweet, the sweetest thing he has ever smelled. He can’t seem to get a lock on it; it shows up pretty much everywhere. He finally finds it when school starts back up, and is surprised but pleased to find that that alluring scent belongs to one Stiles Stilinski. He’s going to claim the teen and make him his. However Scott and Lydia have some problems with this.
Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing
A/N: I don’t know too much about werewolf lore or anything so I just made it up as I went and a little of what I’ve seen in movies and such. So if that bothers you, then you should not bother reading.
Special thanks to Laraneia for betaing!
YAy for all of the reviews, thank you. : )
Chapter 04
“I'll catch up with you later.” Stiles said; bumping his hip against Danny’s with a smile before heading to his locker. Since he'd ended up falling asleep at the goalies, he was wearing some of his clothes that were a little loose on him, but he was almost the same height as the older boy so it wasn't too bad. He let out a shocked gasp as he was grabbed and shoved against the lockers, the locks digging into his back. “Scott, what the hell man!” Stiles shouted, waving his arms around as he tried to wriggle out of his friends grasp.
“You sent Derek after me.” Scott growled, eyed flashing yellow, the wolf barely contained.
“No, I didn't send him after you.” Stiles said, giving up on his struggling to stare at the shorter teen, annoyed. “I just asked him what might be up with you.” He said with a scrunched face, lips pursed as the warning bell rang and the few students that had gathered to watch disappeared hurriedly to their classes. “He said he would talk to you about it. You know, learning to control your homicidal dog side.” He said, trying to push the werewolf away in hopes of getting to class, only to be growled at and shoved harder against the lockers, his heart pounding.
“Bag Dog. Down, boy.” Stiles tried with a nervous laugh as Scott's eyes stayed yellow and he felt claws pressing against the fabric of his shirt. “Heel.” He said, clenching his teeth together as he felt the tips of the curly haired wolf’s claws prick his skin.
“He attacked me.” Scott growled, his claws going deeper as he shook the bench warmer.
“Did he attack you with a rolled up news paper?” Stiles asked, regretting it as soon as it was out of his mouth, the back of his head connecting painfully with the locker behind him.
“You need to learn you place in this pack.” Scott growled, teeth lengthening. Stiles eyes widened, his scent filled with fear, this was not good. There was a growl from down the hall, loud and reverberating, it was familiar and one of the few times he was glad to hear it. Before those overly long fangs could get too close to his jugular the shorter young man was ripped away from him, hitting the opposite wall. Derek moved to pounce on him, but Scott was up and fleeing the building before he got more than a step towards him.
“Uh, Derek what just happened?” Stiles asked before the born werewolf could chase after the younger wolf. “Could you please just tell me? I think it’s kind of my business, you know, since he's trying to rip my throat out and all.” Stiles told him his voice steadily rising; he was getting awfully tired of being threatened by werewolves. “This seems a little more serious than just learning to control his wolf.” Stiles said, voice lower as he sagged back against the lockers.
“It's more serious then I originally thought.” Derek admitted, leaning against the wall opposite the quirky lacrosse player. “He doesn't have a pack, he never submitted to Peter so when the role of alpha was transferred to me he didn't, he was left alpha-less. His wolf is trying to fill the void by controlling what it sees as the closest thing to pack, you. It seems the wolf has decided the best way to have you submit to it is by turning you.” Derek explained, expression closed off.
“Isn't there a way to stop him? To bring him back to his senses? Maybe a shock collar?” Stiles asked worriedly as he gnawed his bottom lip, bringing blood to the surface.
“Dog jokes don't make me want to help you.” The older man told him with a growl, his eyes flashing electric blue.
“Sorry, sorry, you know how my mouth is.” Stiles said, flailing his arms about.
“Calm down.” Derek told him, rolling his eyes, waiting for the teen to stop flailing all about. “I'm trying to get him to submit to me, if he recognizes me as alpha he'll stop trying to make his own pack. To do that however I actually have to catch him, he keeps running away.” Derek growled, annoyed. “No dog jokes.” The black haired man growled at him as he saw the mole spotted high-schooler open his mouth with intent to do exactly that.
“Does that mean he's going to go after Jackson, Lydia and Allison too then? He said. “The alpha wanted him to kill all of us that night, wanted him to kill all of us he considered pack.” Stiles said, worriedly.
“Allison is a hunter so she should be fine. We can't risk her finding out what’s going on and telling her parents, her boyfriend or not, hunters will kill him on sight if he's trying to kill their daughter. His wolf will know she is a potential danger and would wait till it was stronger, till it actually had a pack.” Derek said, pausing thoughtfully. “Lydia can't be turned, Peter proved that so his wolf won’t even try turning her again, it would be a waste.” he explains logically.
“What about Jackson?” Stiles asked, his heart missing a beat as his worry spiked.
“They hate each other, you know that. His wolf would know that Jackson would never submit to him.” Derek said, knowing the real reason Scott wouldn't try and turn the blonde was because he'd already beaten him too it. “So that really just leaves you.”
“Oh.” Stiles let out, visibly deflating, as some of his worries left him. He really should have gotten more sleep last night, this conversation was really taking it out of him, he felt like he needed a nap already and it wasn't even halfway through first period.
“You need to stay away from him and around other people as much as possible till I manage to get him.” Derek told him, voice firm as he ran a hand through his hair.
“We go to school together; it’s going to be hard to avoid him.” Stiles sassed with rolled eyes.
“Then stay around Jackson, he doesn't like him.” Derek advised, not bothering to threaten the teen for his attitude, the effect never lasted more than a minute anyhow and right now he wasn't in the mood to enjoy the effect.
“What am I supposed to do when I'm at home? I can't exactly ask my father to stay home because my friend’s gone insane and is trying to either turn me into his minion or rip my throat out, which ever his unstable wolf decides on at the moment. I don't think that will end well.” Stiles said, his voice hysterical as his breathing sped up.
“Calm down before you give yourself a panic attack. You can stay at my place.” Derek told him with a glare.
“Why can't you just stay at my place, like when you were hiding out from my dad and the hunters?” Stiles asked, his face scrunching again, but his breathing did relax.
“Your dad is working doubles, he’s only there during the day and early evening, he won’t notice you not being there at night or in the morning. I have no desire to sleep on your floor again.” Derek said with his normal, stoic expression.
“You can curl up at the end of my bed” Stiles suggested with a nervous smile, shrinking back as he was growled at. “I know, I know, no more dog jokes or you'll rip my throat out.” He tried to soothe the werewolf in hopes he wouldn't get slammed into the lockers again, his back was starting to hurt.
“I'll be at your house to pick you up after your dad leaves.” Derek said, turning to leave.
“Or I could just drive over.”
“The Sheriff would notice if your Jeep was missing all night.” Derek said, not bothering to turn around as he continued on his way out of the school.
“I knew that.” Stiles said to himself before looking at his phone to check the time and cursing as he'd missed all of first period before finally making his way over to his locker.
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Jackson was fidgeting in his seat, irritated at being in class and nowhere near Stiles, he could smell the fear tainting his mates’ scent. The longer class had gone on for, the more the fear had dissipated but that didn't stop him from wanting to check on Stiles. As soon as the bell rang he was up and out of his seat, leaving through the door before anyone else could even blink. He was just around the corner from the quirky brunet’s locker when Lydia stood in his way, lips pursed, hands on jutted hips.
“We need to talk.” Lydia said, placing a well-manicured hand on his chest when he went to move around her.
“What do you want Lydia?” Jackson asked, annoyed, as he stepped back from her hand.
“You avoid me all summer and the first week of school, this is not acceptable. As my boyfriend you should be paying much more attention to me.” She hissed at him.
“We broke up last year, so I'm not your boyfriend. We both know you've been screwing around with McCall so even if I hadn't been done with you before I would be now.” Jackson told her with a smirk, stepping around her. He was almost to the corner when she grabbed his arm, pausing his steps.
“What were you doing with Stiles at the fair?” Lydia asked, her tone accusing. “What? You've suddenly gone gay now? With the socially awkward nobody who's been in love with me since third grade?” She hissed, her nails digging into his skin. “What’s so great about him? Is he a good little whore? Suck better cock than I do?” She yelped as her arm was grabbed, shrinking back as she saw Jackson’s eyes flash a mint green.
“You are clearly saying this stuff out of jealousy but if you ever say this shit to me again I will finish what the alpha left undone.” He threatened, dropping her arm and heading towards the lockers as the warning bell rang. He growled, Stiles wasn't there, he'd of course gone to class. Growling again he headed for his own class.
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Jackson was severely agitated and snapping at everyone by the time he finally caught up with Stiles, he'd be missing half of lacrosse practice to serve detention for mouthing off to a teacher. Stiles had just finished shoving his books in his locker when Jackson wrapped himself around the teen, breathing him in. He nearly growled aloud with the overwhelming scent of Danny met him, wrapped all around his mates’ body from the clothes he was wearing.
“Why are you wearing Danny's clothes?” Jackson asked, his voice a little rough from the barely contained anger at the brunet being covered in a scent other than his own, he could also smell Scott but it wasn't as strong.
“We crashed out on the couch while watching... I think we were watching 'How the West was Won' when I passed out but I could be wrong.” Stiles said, a blush marring his face, while trying with difficulty to shove his chemistry book into his locker since the blonde had his arms tight around his, limiting his movement. “Anyways I didn't have time to go home to shower and change and make it to school on time so I just showered there and borrowed some of Danny's clothes.” Stiles said, attempting to shrug. “Could you let go now? It’s lunch time and I'm starving.” Stiles asked, annoyed, as he tried to pull free to no avail.
“No.” Was all the blonde said, keeping the teen in his arms as he pulled him in the direction of the cafeteria, wanting to soak as much of his scent onto the teen a possible with just cuddling. “Why weren't you in first period?” Jackson asked worriedly, remembering the fear he'd smelt through the halls tainting the teen’s pleasant scent.
“I had an issue with Scott; Derek took care of it though.” Stiles said, a frown darkening his features as he thought about his out of control friend, he only hoped the alpha could get Scott under control before he did something truly stupid.
“What did Scott do?” Jackson asked, stopping short of the cafeteria door, glaring at anyone that was stupid enough to stare before leaning down and sniffing against Stiles neck, the tip of his nose rubbing against sensitive skin. He could smell the injury now that he focused, hidden under the other scents, the small wounds had been cleaned and a bandage placed over it dampening the smell.
“He attacked me; nothing major. Well, Derek made sure it was nothing major.” Stiles said, feeling uncomfortable talking about Scott. Jackson could sense that he didn't want to talk about it and so let it drop for the time being. Loosening his arms he pulled away somewhat, moving an arm up to circle the other teen shoulders and leading him into the cafeteria.
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Jackson stuck close to Stiles for the rest of the day, showing up outside his classroom when it’s a class they don't share and walking him to his locker and then to class before heading to his own. Stiles finds it a bit odd but overall appreciates it since Derek had told him to stay close to Jackson. He knows Jackson wouldn't win in a fight against Scott if he did decide to attack, being only human against the werewolf, but trusts the alpha to know what he's talking about. Truth be told he's also enjoying all the attention Jackson is giving him, no one’s ever bothered to pay that much attention to him, it makes his stomach warm and his cheeks flush.
“Hey.” Jackson said, hooking an arm around his shoulders as he exited his last class of the day.
“Hey.” Stiles said, feeling suddenly shy, this was all still very new and strange to him, and he wasn't entirely sure what this thing between him and Jackson was.
“I have detention, so I'm going to be late to practice. Will you tell coach for me?” Jackson asked, leading Stiles to his locker, already knowing the other teen would need to stop there before he headed to the locker rooms.
“Oh my god, is the world ending? Are pigs flying, the great Jackson Whittemore got detention, the sky must be falling.” Stiles dramatized, pretending to faint against his locker.
“Shut up.” Jackson said, rolling his eyes at the brunet antics, a smile tugging at his lips.
“It was Mr. Harris wasn't it, he's the only one not mulled over by your smile.” Stiles told him, turning to shuffle through his locker, grabbing the books he would need to do homework and depositing them into his backpack.
“I do not mull any one over with my smiles.” The werewolf said, shaking his head. “Mrs. Merry gave it to me.” He admitted, shrugging as the brunet just stared at him. “What?” He asked, with an eyes roll.
“Did you kill Mr. Pinks?” Stiles asked, with a horrified look on his face.
“What? No I did not kill anyone. Who is Mr. Pinks?” Jackson asked, thoroughly confused as he shut the doe-eyed young man’s locker for him and pulled him in the direction of the parking lot.
“He's her cat.” Stiles said like that should have been obvious.
“Why do you know that and what does that have to do with my detention?” Jackson asked, waving to a few people as they exited the building.
“She told me, she actually has three but that one’s her favorite, and it’s the only way I could see her giving anyone detention. She never gives detention, like ever. I think you're the first in her fifteen years of working at this school. So if you didn't kill her cat what did she give you detention for?” Stiles asked, giving him a suspicious look before unlocking the door of his baby, letting his hand rub against blue paint lovingly before tossing his backpack in the back and locked her back up before heading back into the school, Jackson right next to him.
“She gave me detention for my sass.” Jackson said with pursed lips, eyes rolling as Stiles laughed. “I'll see you later.” The blonde said, pushing the brunet into the locker room before heading off to serve his detention.
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Detention passed agonizingly slow, the werewolf spent the entire time tapping his fingers against the desktop impatient to get out of the library the smell of old musty books making his nose twitch. When the teacher finally dismissed them he hurriedly made his way to the locker room changing before running out to the field.
“Hey.” Jackson said as he sat down on the bench next to Stiles, not being noticed yet by coach who was angrily yelling at several members of the team.
“You better get out there before he has a stroke.” Stiles joked, bumping his shoulder with the blondes.
“I will in a minute. Want to hang out tonight?” Jackson asked, laying his arm across the other’s shoulders again as he leaned closer.
“I have plans.” Stiles said, keeping his eyes on the field as the blond glared at him.
“With who?” Jackson asked, a hint of jealousy filling his voice.
“With my Dad, and then I'm supposed to stay at Derek's.” Stiles said, his nose scrunching at the thought.
“Why are you staying with Derek?” The blonde asked, eyes narrowed. Stiles opened his mouth to answer, but then coach is yelling for Jackson to get on the field before he replaces him with Greenburg, effectively shutting the brunet up. The werewolf glares but does as told.
Coach ended up keeping him after to yell at him for getting detention on a day that they have practice, making him miss interrogating Stiles on why he'd be staying with Derek. He's grouchy towards his roommates as he showers but changes his mood to a little less sour since he plans to go over to the work in progress that is the Hale house and ask the alpha exactly what was going on with Scott and why Stiles would be rooming there.
When he got to Derek's house he found it empty, it didn't look like the alpha had been there for a few hours. He waited for a while, texting the born werewolf and getting no response before deciding to head home with the intent of returning later that evening.
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Stiles was fidgeting as he ushered his father out the door, pressing a brown paper bag filled with a healthy meal into his hand ignoring the frown sent to him. His father wasn't gone five minutes when Derek was walking in the door, not bothering to knock.
“Using doors now, I approve.” Stiles said, ignoring the glare thrown his way.
“Get your stuff, let’s go.” Derek said gruffly, foot tapping impatiently.
“This is going to be pleasant.” Stiles said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the bag he'd packed for the night and his backpack before following the dark haired man out of the house, checking the handle to make sure the lock had caught. “So we're going to stay up late and you're going to tell me ghost stories while I braid your hair right? We're going to need double fudge Ice cream and the entire collection of lifetime movies.” The brunet said, bouncing in the passenger-seat as Derek started his Camaro, the engine purring to life as he ignored the quirky teen. “Seriously though, do you even have food at your house?” Stiles asked, truly concerned.
“Didn't you just eat?” Derek asked with a growl.
“Yes, but that’s not the point.” Stiles said, an indignant look on his face. “Food keeps me from talking.” He said, at the older man’s look he amended that. “It makes me talk less.” He said, a pleading look on his face. “Fine, it at least makes me less annoying. The fuller my stomach the less annoying people find me. Ask my Dad, it’s totally true.” Stiles rambled on, a grin pulling over his face as the werewolf relented and pulled into a supermarket parking lot.
“Get your snacks and hurry up.” Derek growled, rolling his eyes as the teen stumbled out of the idling vehicle, smirking as the teen tripped on a mat as he entered the building.
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“Shouldn't you be going to bed now, not stuffing your face with processed cheese things?” Derek asked with a disgusted look on his face as he watched Stiles shove a handful of cheese snacks into his mouth.
“I'm not tired yet.” Stiles said, through a mouthful of orange, half-eaten cheese snacks, crumbs spilling onto the floor and over his shirt.
“You will be cleaning that up.” Derek told him firmly before going back to reading his book and trying to block out the loud crunching coming from the human.
“Yeah, after I am done eating.” Stiles said, walking over to the older man to read over his shoulder.
“Do you like pain?” Derek asked, growling.
“Nooo.” Stiles said, with a pout as he quickly pulled away from the older man. “Why are you such a sour wolf?” He asked, sticking his tongue out as he was growled at before scurrying off to the kitchen.
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“Go to bed.” Derek said for what seemed like the hundredth time.
“Ten more minutes.” Stiles whined, trying to fight off a yawn as he continued typing away on his laptop, putting the finishing touches on his history paper.
“This is not your house, we are not going through this again, I'm in charge here.” Derek growled, snapping his book closed as he stood, making his way to where the brunet was sprawled across the couch, tapping away.
“NOOO!” Stiles yelled as his laptop was slammed closed. “I was almost done.” Stiles pouted, eyes wide. “I'm going to fail now; you've just ruined me. I'm going to end up stripping at a truck stop now!”
“Go to bed, and stop being so over dramatic, you said it’s not even due till next week. Your computer can retrieve what was lost so stop looking at me like that.” Derek told him, rolling his eyes as he pushed the brunet off the couch, taking up residence on it.
“Fine, but I'm only going because I am actually tired, stupid sour wolf.” Stiles said, stomping his feet as he headed up to the room the born werewolf had told him he would be sleeping in. It was mostly just a mattress on the floor with some blankets and a pillow, a few books and a shirt scattered on the floor. It had him curious as to whom other than Derek had been in the house, but when he asked he only got growled at in response. Stripping down to his boxers he laid down, curling around the pillow, pulling the blanket up to his shoulder. He thought the linens smelled oddly familiar but pushed the thought away as another yawn ripped through him. Shutting his eyes he slowly drifted off to sleep, pulling the pillow tighter to his body.
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“What are you doing here Jackson?” Derek asked, not moving from his spot on the couch as the blonde walked in two hours after he managed to get Stiles to go to bed.
“Why is Stiles staying here?” Jackson asked as he lounged across a chair.
“Scott is trying to assert his dominance over him, he's safer here.” Derek told him before explaining exactly what had happened that morning. “You need to calm down, he is fine.” Derek growled at him, eyes flashing as Jackson was getting angrier and angrier over Scott almost turning his mate. The change was trying to take over, the full change, the wolf wanting to get to their mate to reassure itself that he was indeed safe; to keep him safe. “Shit, at least strip down and don't break anything.” Derek grumbled, the pull of a mate could out-way the sway of an alpha when it came to safety.
Jackson had just managed to remove the last stitches of clothing when he felt his body shifting, morphing with only slight pain as his bones reformed and fur sprouted out over his body. His senses heightened beyond even when he was in his normal beta form, paws scratching at the floor as he adjusted to the change. He'd only been in full wolf form a few times, nowhere near as large as the alpha, but still bigger than a normal wolf. His eyes were the mint green they changed to when he let the wolf out and his fur was golden brown with lighter stripes across his back.
Nose to the ground he padded over to his alpha who was still laid out on the couch, nosing at the arm closest to the edge. “He's up in your room sleeping. Shoo.” Derek said, patting the wolf’s head before the bitten wolf padded off, nose to the floor again, heading towards his mate.
Nose to the ground, Jackson trotted up the stairs, tail wagging the closer he got to the scent of his mate. Pressing against the door it opened easily for his heavy body, making a small creak as it swung inward. Padding into the room, he went to Stiles' sleeping body, pressing his nose against his jugular and snuffling at it. “Stop it” Stiles mumbled in his sleep, trying to wiggle away from the cold, wet nose pressed against his skin.
“Wha?” Stiles asked groggily, his eyes blinking open, only half awake as he rolled over to get a look at the source of his discomfort. “What are you doing?” He asked, staring up at the wolf bent over him assuming it was Derek. “Stop it.” He said through a yawn as the werewolf licked at his arm before nudging at him trying to get the human to move over. “Fine, this just encourages the dog jokes though.” Stiles told him, yawning again as he moved over, letting the wolf lay where he pleased.
“Do you really need to be on top of me? I don't see how this is helping to keep me safe, you could easily do that from your own bed.” Stiles whined as Jackson lay partially on top of him, but wiggled to get comfortable, ignoring the pleasant feeling that rose as the heat seeped into his body. “Fine, fine use me as a dog bed.” Stiles joked as he pulled the blanket up to cover him more, squeaking at the nip delivered to his shoulder. “I know, no more dog jokes, go to bed, growl.” Stiles mumbled as his eyes were closing, soon falling asleep.
Jackson snuffled against his mates’ neck again; content to be so close, to just be close to the brunet. Laying his head over Stiles' heart he let himself drift off to sleep, breathing in his mate deeply.
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T.B.C