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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Gen
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Aiden_&_Ethan_(Teen_Wolf), Aiden/Marcus_Riley
  Character:
      Deucalion_(Teen_Wolf), Alpha_Pack_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Offshoot_of_the_main_story, head_canon-ish, Marcus_Riley_makes_Ennis_look
      like_Gandhi
  Series:
      Part 2 of Someday_(Out_of_the_Blue)
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-09 Words: 3358
****** One Night Under the Texan Moon (Ethan & Aiden) ******
by Furrina
Summary
     "Marcus Riley makes Ennis look like Gandhi" - Peter Hale
      
     An offshoot of Someday (Out of the Blue), this a gen fic that stemmed
     from a head-canon-ish discussion I had with the lovely Yakkorat way
     back when. Basically, my head-canon for the fic said that Ethan and
     Aiden were taken in by Marcus Riley's pack, the same guy Peter had
     been bonded to against his will - the one who made Ennis look like
     Gandhi - and she wrote her Head-canon for it.
Notes
     This couldn't have happened without Yakkorat.
     Also, to all those who are still hanging on for "Someday...", sorry
     for the delay, but my muse is "footloose and fancy free" type of
     bastard and now that TW has started again, decided he wants to come
     back. So, thanks for sticking around... I will be posting that one as
     fast as I can, but the story is effectively AU, 3x12 onwards.
See the end of the work for more notes
To give credit where it is due, this is all Yakkorat.
With Peter gone, Marcus will need something else young and beautiful he can use
to mop up his need.

The way I envisioned it was that the twins were stuck with the Rileys when they
were fairly young (like ten years old). They had no pack - their parents killed
by the very people who had taken them in, who let them stay on but never
actually allowed them to become pack.  (Ethan says in the episode that they
were Omegas.)  They were treated poorly, made to do the jobs no one else
wanted, fed scraps, casually beaten by anyone in the pack who felt like
throwing a punch, and eyed by Marcus Riley a lot.
His eyes on them makes their skin crawl, and without even noticing, Aiden
develops a habit of placing himself between Marcus and his brother. They hear
tales of Marcus' mate who has died in a fire shortly before they came to live
with the Rileys as they adjust to life at the bottom of the food chain.

When the boys are fourteen, Marcus starts to *touch* them.  Nothing overtly
untoward at first, lingering grips on their shoulders when he doesn't let them
simply pass by, a pat on the back, a light caress of the face.  Aiden... Aiden
responds with insolence and anger - he has to stand there and take it but he
glares.  He tells Marcus to leave him alone.  Ethan... Ethan shrinks in on
himself when Marcus touches him.  It makes for a much more satisfying target
for a bully.

The touches turn sexual before long, with both of them, and Marcus isn't even
the only one.  When he started, it was like declaring open season on the two
boys.  No one takes any actual liberties, though the boys get pawed on a
regular basis and lewd comments follow them everywhere they go, but Aiden knows
it's only a matter of time before Marcus does, and once he does... The rest of
the pack won't be far behind.
It escalates fast.  Marcus stops them while they're trying to get their chores
done, makes them stand still while he runs greedy fingers over their chests,
over the firm swells of their buttocks.  He likes to humiliate them when
they're together, but he also corners them when they're alone.  When it happens
to Aiden, he mostly keeps it to himself, not telling his brother until he's
comforting Ethan in the darkness. "Yeah.  He did that to me last week.  I'm so
sorry he did it to you," and then the one thing they barely dare to breathe.
"We'll kill him," Aiden breathes into Ethan's ear with his brother shivering in
his arms. "Someday, we'll kill him."

Some days, Aiden knows Marcus prefers to torment him.  When something has
pissed him off and he's spoiling for a fight, for someone to push back against
him so that it sparks his rage and he can let out some of that extra pent up
aggression, Aiden is the one he wants. Most of the time, though, it's Ethan
Marcus prefers.  Ethan whose fear Marcus covets.

More than once, Aiden pretends to be his brother, cringing away when he would
rather square his shoulders and fight.  Marcus... Marcus touches him, SMELLS
him, and Aiden never, EVER tells Ethan about those encounters.  He can't catch
Marcus every time; sometimes Marcus stumbles upon Ethan for real and Aiden
can't do anything about that, but Aiden impersonates Ethan enough to take some
of the pressure off.
When they turn fifteen, something subtle changes in their scent.  Aiden hadn't
even realized it was there before, but when the scent of 'cub,' of 'child'
falls away, Aiden notices its absence, and a growing dread fills him.  Marcus
has been scenting them for weeks.  Maybe a few months, and Aiden knows as
clearly as he knows his own name that THIS is what Marcus has been waiting
for.  They smelled like children before. Now... They just smell like wolf.

The next time Marcus corners Aiden alone, Aiden can see that Marcus is in a
good mood.  He's not looking to vent his anger, so Aiden knows Ethan is the one
he really wants, and when Marcus starts toward him, Aiden doesn't make eye
contact and makes himself small, less noticeable, though of course he knows
Marcus has already noticed him.  Marcus grabs him when he tries to shrink back,
and he flinches, being Ethan.

Thank the gods they're identical, right down to their scents.  Marcus breathes
him in, and when he pulls away, his grin is feral, and Aiden knows that the
long wait is over.

Marcus forces Aiden to his knees, and he goes, allowing his fear to show though
his pride demands he mask it.  But he is Ethan today, and Ethan hides nothing,
his joy and love and fear and pain an open book for anyone to read if they just
look at his face. "It's about time you stopped stinking of cub," Marcus says as
he unbuckles his belt and takes himself in hand.  "I've waited a long time for
this."

He pushes into Aiden's throat without stopping, Aiden choking and struggling,
but Marcus is so much stronger. "Took you brats long enough," he sneers.  "My
mate's been dead for five years.  Got a lot of time to make up for." He pulls
out before he's finished, shoves Aiden face down in the dirt and yanks his
pants down, pushing into Aiden with nothing more than his own saliva for
lubricant.  Aiden is selfishly glad he's pretending to be his brother, because
it means he has no reason to hold back his tears, the cries of pain he knows
some of the pack hears but they all ignore, the terror on his face when he
smells his own blood...

When Marcus is done, he stands, leaving Aiden sobbing softly on the dirt, his
tattered jeans around his ankles. And lying there, still bleeding sluggishly,
it strikes Aiden then.  This is why the Rileys let them stay.  This was always
the endgame for them, for ETHAN.  And Aiden... Aiden cannot allow this to be
his brother's future.  He just CAN'T. He tells Ethan that they're leaving. 
They're leaving tonight.  Now.
They're only a few miles away when they hear the howls of Marcus' pack in
pursuit. They run, but they know they won't get far, not with an alpha on their
tails.  And then a pair of hands is dragging them into the trees, and they
fight - oh, how they fight - but It's actually comical how quickly they are
subdued.

"We don't mean you any harm," comes a voice from above them.  The huge alpha
Holding Aiden smiles, and it's predatory, but not cruel, and the woman holding
Ethan down full-out grins.  Another figure comes into view older, refined, with
a white cane in his hand.  "My name is Deucalion," he says, calmly, "and I
think we can help you."
===============================================================================
One_Night_Under_the_Texan_Moon (Ethan and Aiden)
"It's about time you stopped stinking of cub," Marcus sneered, dragging Aiden
to him, then harshly pushing him back.
Aiden fell down with a thump and watched in horror as their Alpha unbuckled his
pants and took himself in hand. “My mate’s been dead for five years,” he said
sweetly, stroking himself to full hardness. “Got a lot of time to make up for…”
That was the night they ran.
-x-x-x-
“I want to learn how to do it,” Aiden said as Deucalion pulled yet another
memory from one of Marcus’ betas.
The man screamed and struggled, trying to get away, but the wolfsbane coated
silver-chains held him down. Somewhere Ennis laughed and Kali snorted her
cocoa-milk through her nose.
“Do what?” Deucalion asked, absently wiping the blood off his hands.
“That,” Aiden replied, pointing at the man in an all-encompassing gesture. “I
want to learn how to pull out memories.”
“Oh,” Deucalion smirked. “And why would that be?”
Aiden opened his mouth to answer, but snapped it shut at the casual taunt and
glared at his new Alpha. “I’m going to be an Alpha now. I want to know
everything other Alphas know.”
“Oo, Ickle Aiden wants to play with big boys,” Kali sneered from the corner of
the room. “Ickle Aiden finks he’s a big boy.”
Aiden turned around to glare at her, almost snapping at her to ‘mind her own
fucking business’, but the knowing smirk on her face stopped him. He took a
deep breath, pushed his shoulders back and turned back to his Alpha. “Teach
me,” he stated in the strongest voice he could manage.
Deucalion smiled. A rare, genuine smile… like he was proud of him. “Very well,”
he acquiesced, walking over to the bucket of ice cold water on the side. “You
want the person awake for this.” He picked up the bucket and sploshed it over
their captive.
The man woke with a jerk and a snarl. Deucalion grinned, a sadistic, predatory
grin, the kind that Aiden had seen countless times on Marcus. “See? Isn’t that
better?”
Aiden wisely kept his mouth shut.
“Good,” Alpha continued, “Now, extend your fingers like this, see?” He extended
the claws of his thumb and forefinger to form tweezers of sorts. “This  is your
tool,” he explained. “Now you place the claws at the base of the spine like
this,” he placed his fingers at the beta’s neck and the beta started begging
for mercy. “And then you push in.”
“And then, you pull,” he demonstrated the next step. The beta screamed and
thrashed. “Now,” he continued, calmly over the sound of the beta’s cries, “This
is the most important step. You can’t pull too hard…” he pressed harder into
the beta’s neck. “Or you risk cracking the spine.” The beta gave a sharp cry
and slumped forward. “Instant Death.”
Aiden starred with a mixture of awe and horror as Deucalion led him to another
chair where another beta was trussed up like a Christmas Turkey and slapped
him, almost lovingly, awake. Aiden recognized him as ‘Kenai the Killer’. He was
the one who had raped their mom while they watched… and then killed her before
their eyes.
Kenai snarled and yelled threats, but Deucalion grinned toothily and punched
him in the face, breaking two of his teeth. “I don’t like potty mouths,” he
said with an air of a British aristocrat, taking position behind him. He placed
his claws at the beta’s neck and pressed in.
Kenai gave a small cry of surprise but didn’t scream like the earlier one. “If
you go too easy, you’ll just end up scratching them. Wasted effort.”
He pressed in again and this time, Kenai did scream. Deucalion pulled back in
satisfaction. “See?” he said, pulling his hand back, wiping away the blood.
“Just right. Got it?” he asked, looking expectantly at Aiden, like a teacher
would an interested student. Aiden gulped and nodded. “Good,” he said, nodding
at the semi-conscious man. “C’mere.”
“Now?” Aiden asked confused. He hadn’t realized that Alpha would have him
pulling memories immediately.
“There’s no better time than now,” Alpha quoted sagely, relinquishing his
position to the freed Omega.
Aiden took a deep breath, and took his position as Deucalion refilled the
bucket. He wolfed out partially, like Kali was teaching them to, and extended
his claws only, pressing them against Beta’s neck. “How do I know what is  just
right?” he asked, unsurely.
“Practice,” the Alpha shrugged dismissively, emptying the bucket over Kenai’s
head.
===============================================================================
It took six months.
Six months of screaming and blood and “too hard”… “too soft”… “What are you,
Harry Potter? Thinkabout where you are digging, you berk”… six months and a
dozen begging, screaming, pleading people but the day Aiden successfully pulled
his first memory Kali cheered and thumped him on the back, Ennis picked him up
on his shoulders and made a full lap around their house and Deucalion…
Deucalion grinned and looked at him with proud eyes, and if Aiden saw him
discreetly wiping away tears, he didn’t feel the need to mention that to
anybody.
That night they had a double celebration… apart from Aiden successfully pulling
his first memory, it was Ethan’s first day at school.
When Miss Morrell, Deucalion’s emissary, and the Guidance Counselor at the
local elementary, had discovered that Ethan had “the brains”, she had taken him
in hand, teaching him to read and write and Math and whatnot. Two weeks
earlier, she had finally given him some sort of test and when he passed – “with
flying colors,” she added proudly – they had enrolled him at her school.
Aiden, on the other hand, was taught by the Alpha trio – Ennis, Kali and
Deucalion – who were training him to be the new Alpha of the Riley pack… “If
any of them survive,” as Ennis had conspiratorially snickered to him when they
were burying Marcus’ third beta after Deucalion finished with him.
When their new Alpha had first made the decision to separate the twins, Aiden
had been prepared to fight him until death; but now… he was glad, he didn’t…
couldn’t. Because without an older brother to hide behind, Ethan was slowly,
excruciatingly slowly, emerging from the shadows and starting to come into his
own.
At first, Ethan had been sad that he didn’t have Aiden with him, but Aiden
pointed out that the Alpha was being generous in sending at least one of them
to school and if it had to be someone, he was glad it was Ethan… after all,
Ethan was smarter. Ethan looked unconvinced but what choice did they have?
Besides, Deucalion had hinted that if Ethan settled in nicely, then, maybe,
next year even Aiden could join him.
So, every evening, when the dinner was over and dishes were cleared, and the
Alpha trio retired to the living room to watch TV, or to the basement to
torture extract information from some more betas, and left the twins to their
devices, they shared their days with each other.
Ethan told Aiden about his school, classes, his new friends, how he was better
than the others in track and field – “it’s not cheating, if they don’t know
why you are better,” he grinned and Aiden couldn’t hide his own smile, even
though he had never been to a school in his life.
Aiden, meanwhile, told him about the exciting new fighting moves Ennis or Kali
taught him or the way Alpha called him Harry Potterwhen he was angry at him.
“…and the worst part is,” he recounted, laughing, “I don’t even know who that
is. I think he might an old beta…”
“…it’s a story book,” Ethan interrupted. “He’s this child hero who saves
everyone from this evil wizard… or something… It’s very popular in my school,”
he finished, a little defensively. “He has movies and everything…"
Aiden went to sleep, grinning… happy.
Aiden was  happy. For the first time, in a very very long time, he was content…
at peace. He didn’t need to look constantly over his shoulder, he didn’t need
to worry when orif  they were going to get the next meal… or if today was the
day their Alpha decided that he didn’t want them around anymore…
… but it wasn’t enough. Because no matter how much he wanted to leave his past
behind, he couldn’t. Because no matter how hard he tried to forget, to move on…
to pretend it hadn’t happened… he still  could see it in the way Ethan still
couldn’t look him in eye… or the way he looked ashamed when he told Aiden that
he was going to stay out a bit longer because he had track practice, or because
one of his friends had a birthday party and had invited him along.
He could feel it in the way Ethan sometimes held him a little too tightly at
night, as if it was the only way he could protect his brother… or the way his
eyes blasted with fury when Ennis got a bit too rough with him. And Aiden hated
it.
He hated it more than the day Ethan had found him in the woods, pants torn off,
stinking of blood and sexand salt of the dried up tears… He hated it more than
the hot tears and pathetic sobs that had escaped him as Ethan held onto him…
hated it more than the weakness he had showed when he let Ethan drag him to the
outer tap with three walls, a tin roof that doubled as their bathroom, stripped
him and poured buckets of cold water over him until he was stable enough to
scrub himself bloody… more than the apologies Ethan murmured into his skin as
he held him that night, because they both knew it was EthanMarcuswanted.
And he would do anything anythingto make it right… to make it go away. To have
Ethan look at him, just once, the way he used to before Marcus tore their
innocence apart. He would do anything to not have Ethan carry that burden, even
if it meant he would have to bear it alone for the rest of his life…
“How was school?” Aiden asked his brother when they were safely tucked in for
the night.
“I like it,” Ethan whispered, settling back against his brother’s chest. “Miss
Morrell thinks I can catch up with the others soon. She’s thinks I’m plenty
smart.”
Aiden held his brother tightly to him when he heard the soft smile in the
repeated praise. Sure, Ethan smiled a lot these days. He smiled almost as much
he did when mother was alive… but it was empty, hollow sort of smile. The kind
that did not touch his eyes.
The shock of what had happened at the Riley’s was so great that Ethan had
practically closed in on himself. Which was why he had to do this… needed to do
this. Ethan did not deserve to carry Aiden’s burden for him. He deserved to
have a life. A life free of the past… their past. He deserved to be free it as
much as Aiden did. And that… that was the main reason why Aiden would not
regret, even for a moment, what he was about to do.
So, he kept holding his brother, asking inane questions and making useless
small talk... murmuring apologies into his neck… breathing silent prayers into
his skin. He waited until Ethan started to drift off, then softly shook him
back awake.
“Ethan,” he whispered quietly, and got a hum of sleepy response. “Ethan, do you
trust me?” he asked, softly.
“Of course, I do,” came the honest reply. “More than my life.”
“Ethan, you know I love you, right?” he asked again, softly, desperately,
hoping to convey his desperation… his fear… through the connection they shared.
Ethan stirred back from the brink of semi-consciousness. “Aide?” he mumbled,
twisting his head to look at his brother. “Aide, what’s wrong?”
Just right, a voice inside his mind whispered and he brought his hand to cup
his younger brother’s neck. The brother he had sworn to cherish… to protect.
“I’m sorry, Enny,” he whispered, “I have to do this…”
Ethan blinked his eyes, fighting to wake up… to pull away. “What’s going on?”
he started when he felt the claws at his neck. “Aide, let me go,” he struggled.
“Let. Me. Go. Don’t do this, Aide,” he pleaded. “Don’t… please.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” Aide whispered, closing his eyes… holding his brother down
with his body. “I’m so sosorry,” he pressed his claws into his brother’s neck,
trying to drown out the protests and the prayers as he tracked down the
memories of  that  night.
Ethan cried out at the intrusion, both in his mind and his body, struggling
harder than he had ever struggled before. “Aiden, please…this is not you…” he
begged, hoping to make him understand. “You don’t have to do this… Please,
baby, listen to me… Aiden… don’t… don—”
“I’m sorry,” Aiden said one last time…
… and then, he pulled.
End Notes
     Yes, I know what Aiden did was wrong, but you have to understand that
     he is 15 and scared and desperate. He literally has the weight of the
     world fallen upon his shoulders, and he has to make a choice. One of
     the biggest and toughest choices he has ever faced and he did what he
     thought was right.
     So go ahead and hate me, because I can't apologize for him making
     this decision and I am not even going to. Because if, heaven forbid,
     this were me and my younger sister and I was faced with the same
     dilemma, I would gladly and unhesitatingly make the exact same
     choice. Yes, that makes me a bad person. So what? At least my sister
     will be safe from it.
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