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              [ Derek couldn’t help the chuckle that rumbled up his throat at the way Scott gave in so easily and just leaned back into him. They were past that line of alpha and beta by this point, but neither had come up with a word for exactly what they were or what line they had come to next. ] 

"What do you say to some breakfast?"

                    [ Scott really didn’t care about lines, or definitions for them – all he knew is he was enjoying this, as was Derek.  Or so he hoped; when it came to the other wolf’s end of this.  He murmured something, pressing into the older wolf for a moment or two until the question was posed. ]

                    “—Breakfast sounds perfect right now.  Pancakes?”

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It made no sense to Derek how Scott had always managed to say and do jus the right things to make those walls crumble. There was no nervousness, no shaky voice, no trying to run away on Derek’s end, just them…

Derek can hear claws scratching along the top of the desk, no doubt leaving large gashes in it, though he wasn’t about to complain about that, not when Scott’s hips were rocking against his own, causing Derek’s hips to follow along with their rhythm as his mouth continued working at the side of Scott’s neck. His teeth caught a soft spot of skin between them that he began sucking on harshly, a grin spreading across his lips as he pulled back to admire the work for the few seconds it would be there.

His hands draw up beneath Scott’s shirt, blunt nails dragging across the boy’s back as he drew him in even closer to himself as if attempting to make their bodies become one.

                    Scott really couldn’t speculate – he didn’t know much himself – not about how this happened or even why – all he knew is that it was a good thing, this felt too good to let go of.  He didn’t want to muddle it with too much thinking into it.  He shuddered, Derek pushed in closer, making them a unit – two bodies moving as one.  Sinking his teeth into his lower lip, he belts out a groan and tips his head forward; his legs are already beginning to feel like jelly.  Threatening to go right out from under him.

                    When the older wolf’s mouth closes over his skin and begins to mark him there – he wants to will it to remain – just enough, for a little longer.  He hisses out, arching back, into those nails.  Long trails of red marks left in the wake, the sizzle of pain is gone almost as soon as it’s come.  He let out a quaking breath and put more pressure against Derek’s groin.  Feeling the heaviness pressing him right back and he can’t keep another noise from passing out through parted lips.

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Derek had been born into a well-known family name, but when nearly all his family was ripped away from him when he was younger, the name went down with them. His name wasn’t really respected anymore, instead he would often get pitied if people recognized him or he offered up his last name. That’s how he found himself where he was— he didn’t want to be pitied, he didn’t want to be the one in the background, he wanted to be in control of something in his life.

It didn’t take long for him to earn a solo act at the club, which earned him some sort of freedom on exactly what kind of act he wanted to do. No more going along with what he was told to do all the time— not that he really minded the typical firemen or police routine, but he wasn’t exactly up for the cowboy routine any more.  Instead, he had taken to a professional routine, but, his favorite was his Dom routine, where he could step onstage with a whip in hand. It made him feel powerful in some way; in control, and he loved it.

The music blared through the club and Derek had already stripped himself of his jacket and shirt, leaving him in a pair of black pants that clung to his legs and hung low on his hips, his whip in hand. He stepped off the stage and down into the audience, grinning at the cheers of the crowd. Glancing around, he caught sight of a new face, a younger face than he was use to seeing in the crowd, but why not give him a good show?

He made his way toward the male, stopping just in front of him and hooking one hand into the fabric of the male’s shirt to drag him up out of his seat and onto his feet. 

"Enjoying the show?" He questioned, body slowly moving along to the music, his hips grinding up against the male’s for a moment before he quirked a brow and offered him a smirk.

                    Scott’s never really been the promiscuous type.  Well, not in this very seemingly open way that he was doing right now.  He’d always preferred it behind closed doors.  Private.  But he couldn’t say he wasn’t intrigued.  He was new to this club and boy the action around here was far more than he’d ever seen at any other ones he’s attempted to find himself at.  But this club, he knew was different.  And he also knew why.  There was a stripper here, who was very good – Derek always got a lot of praise here – and why shouldn’t he?  He was phenomenal to say the least. 

                    To say the very least.  Tongue scraping his bottom lip, he settled into a chair right around show time.  And what he caught coming onto the stage took his breath away.  Derek, in dark pants, and looking so professional and yet – alluring all at the same time.  Everyone around his was cheering and here he was, just sitting there, with the reddest ears ever because he knew why they were and he’d be cheering too if he had the slightest bit of confidence to do so.  He was completely out of his element.

                    The young wolf froze; swallowing as he caught sight of Derek moving his way.  Stopping right there and seizing him up from the chair.  He couldn’t move right now if he tried.  His breathing came out exceedingly labored as he felt those hips and tucked his lip between his teeth.  “—You could—definitely—say that.  Yeah.”

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there’s a quirk of lips from the archer and he shoulders his crossbow, jerkin his head pointedly toward the fence that borders the prison.      ”c’mon then.”

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                    Scott shifts his weight on his feet and then tongues his bottom lip.  “—Coming.”  He steps up towards Daryl, taking an alert look around the surrounding area before following along at his father’s pace.  

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              Breaking the kiss for just a second, Derek removes his shirt in one swift move before getting his hands back on his Alpha’s skin. His hands travel from Scott’s sides, to his hips and then to the legs that are currently wrapped around the his waist. He pulls the other one closer and presses his lips back against Scott’s. 

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                    Kiss-swollen lips part – tongue tracing over them – as he watches the older wolf remove his shirt and reveal all those muscles underneath.  He swallows, hard, trying to say something but when Derek’s mouth returns to his own, all words are forgotten and his hands grip into Derek’s shoulders, reciprocating the kiss.  

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[text] irrelevant really

[text] so did you just sense that i was alive or are you still as surprised as everyone else who knows?

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[ sms ; erica ] Guess it is, yeah. [ sms ; erica ] Little bit of both.

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Once Scott had gotten used to the fact that there was some kind of ‘alternate version’ of him running around Beacon Hills, it was almost like the second Scott had been there all along. They talked the same, dressed the same, had the same mannerisms, and everything. If it weren’t for the fact that the second Scott was a Beta, instead of a True Alpha, there would’ve been no way to tell which was which. The color of the eyes was the true indicator.

He’d gotten so used to it that curling up behind the other in his bed wasn’t all that uncommon. There were many a night, almost every night, where they ended up in that position. Scott just so happened to playfully bite down on the base of the other’s neck this time around. The squeak surprised him. He’d never heard that come from his own mouth before. Since he had the other’s permission to repeat the action, he held him closer and bit down on the base of his neck again, a bit harder this time.

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                    Scott didn’t mind having another him around – it was kind of cool – if he could admit that.  Of course there was this natural kind of bond between them, almost immediate – and he’d been fine with that too.  Quietly, he was now nestled up against the Alpha, before he had been bitten and that squeak had tumbled forth.  The second bite, deeper, harder – had made him arch and groan – because let’s face it – that felt damn good.  His teeth sink into his bottom lip, fumbling for words.

                     “—Mmn…”