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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Theo_Raeken/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Scott_McCall, Theo_Raeken, Stiles_Stilinski, Isaac_Lahey, Liam_Dunbar
  Additional Tags:
      Post-Season/Series_05A, Dominance, Dubious_Consent, blurred_lines, Skype,
      Crack, Beta_Fighting, Boys_Kissing, Frottage, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Anal
      Fingering, Anal_Sex, First_Time, Biting
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-03 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 2567
****** The Art of Dominance ******
by lyo24boi
Summary
     A Sceo slash-fic, this takes place after a hypothetical end to Season
     5A where the Dread Doctors are gone in some manner and Theo helped
     Scott's pack rather than the DDs. This begins back at Scott's room
     where the alpha and his beta are hashing things out.
Notes
     We're over halfway and "final four" episodes are indicative of
     anything then we're in for a Theo whirlwind—if Jeff Davis holds to
     his intentions that is. I wanted to like Theo from the get-go and I
     still do—I would love to see a redemption story for him and see him
     stick around for more seasons. I wanted to submit this before Moon
     Monday. This is just an idea I had for where I could've seen things
     going given rumors, predictions, personalities, etc., and I wanted to
     get this in before 5.07 and before I could no longer bear Theo.
     Enjoy!
***** The Art of Dominance *****
"You want the psychologist's perspective? He is an obsessive, who both desires
you and is threatened by you. If the obsessive can't have the object of his
desire, he'll choose to destroy it instead." ~ Marin Morell
"Can you say something, Scott? Please?" Theo moved from standing in the middle
of Scott's floor to sit on the corner of his bed, placing him in Scott's line
of sight. The alpha hadn't even blinked, let alone moved from his seat at his
desk. Theo's words were…informative if one were to be objective; how the
fuckwas the phrase running through Scott's head. Theo looked at him, still not
able to get their eyes to sync. "Scott?"
"He warned me," Scott said finally.
"Scott, I—"
"He warned me," Scott said again, locking their sight. "And I didn't listen. I
wanted to trust you. I wanted to be your friend."
"And you still can. I'm not with them. I never was. Scott, the doctors are
gone."
"You helped them. They experimented on all those people. You drove a wedge
between me and Kira. Between Stiles and Malia. Between Stiles and me."
"I was under their thumb, Scott. And I wanted to test you; vet the pack. I
didn't have anyone after I got turned. I was alone and I went through some
horrible…some low moments. I really wanted to trust you—as much as you wanted
to trust me—but…I had to be sure."
"Trust? You don't get to talk about trust. About vetting people. Sending
Donovan after my best friend? Especially after what they did to him?"
"They can be…persuasive, Scott. I'm not proud of the things I did. I know I
screwed up. I know, in your eyes, I fell from grace. I disappointed you, and
myself. I really thought the science was for a greater good. That what they
were doing…it was worth it. I was wrong and I see that now. Thanks to you."
Theo reached out his hand and placed it over Scott's on his thigh.
Immediately Scott's eyes flash red as he looked away. Disgruntled air fired
from his nose in disbelief as his head lightly shook. "What's wrong with me?"
"Hey—"
"All the things you've done. To those innocent people. To this town. To my
pack. To me. You tell me all these things, unfor—unthinkable things. You lied
to me, Teddy, and yet, I can't help but still want you."
"Scott, we were friends for a reason. In fourth grade, you anchored me in a lot
of ways. Especially after Tara died. I've always felt connected to you, even
before I was turned and now that I have, that connection is so much stronger."
"I'm not a fool. I know what you're doing. What you're doing. You're an
obsessive. Manipulation is your game, in everything you say and everything you
think. I know you're in full control of your chemo-signals. The desire coming
off you right now is intentional, to cloud my judgment. And I know about all
your calculated moves that drove me and Kira apart, so you could claim me."
Scott looked at his otherwise beta/boyfriend with a knowing glare. "I fell for
it. You won. You've got me and…Christ…you still have me. For some twisted
reason I still want you. But, Theo, I'm the alpha," he said, leaning forward as
his fangs protruded and eyes seared red, "and you'd do best to remember that."
Theo just smirked and leaned forward so their faces were mere inches apart.
"Yes, sir," he said before forcing his lips on Scott's. They stood with their
lips together and Scott pushed the boy back hard onto the mattress before
climbing on top. Theo pulled their lips together with force, slipping a hand
onto the back of Scott's neck and the other into the back of his jeans. Scott
pushed his tongue against the blonde's lips and quickly found access, slipping
past the boy's own fangs. They struggled for a minute, their tongues truly
battling for dominance before the battle shifted to their positions. Theo tried
to roll them, and at first Scott wouldn't budge. But Theo's soccer-legs gave
him an edge until he was on top, grinding down into Scott's bulge.
Then they shifted again when Scott's sense-of-alpha kicked in. They rolled,
almost falling off the bed. Scott attacked the blonde's neck with his tongue
and fangs, grinding them hard together. Theo's neck arched and his eyes rolled
close, mouth opening as if ready to let out a moan. But Scott groaned first,
arching up a little and grinding down hard at the feel of a finger against his
hole. Theo smirked and pushed up to kiss his alpha's neck as he teased the
entrance more, his appendage menacingly dry. Scott panted slightly before
rolling off and removing his plaid shirt. He tried to remove his wife-beater
when Theo ripped it off him, now unwearable. The alpha made to complain when
his partner stripped off his own shirt, revealing the sculpted torso he'd
constantly been working on. It made him speechless.
Theo smirked, that asshole yet infectious grin. He got off the bed and slowly
teased his own zipper. Scott gazed intensely, watching the button come loose,
then the slow drag of jeans down his thighs, the reveal of the dark blue briefs
entrapping his raging erection, the quick snap of his underwear down to his
ankles, and the final step out the clothes nestled at his feet. He bent both of
his legs to reach down and remove his ankle socks before clambering back onto
the bed, naked, straddling his alpha so his hands were rested on the headboard
and his dick was inches from the other werewolf's face.
Scott was hesitant at first, but after looking up and seeing that smirk again,
and a tap of the head at his lips, he tentatively opened his mouth. Theo
pressed forward a little, giving Scott access as he began to explore. One of
the alpha's hands steadied it while the other moved to one of Theo's glorious
globes around back. It didn't last long. Theo shuddered at every swirl of
tongue and scrape of teeth.
He finally had him.
The blonde pulled himself from bliss and removed Scott's jeans and boxer-briefs
before collapsing back on top of the brunette. They kissed for a moment, hands
wandering. Feeling. Familiarizing. Sweat began to build between them as they
writhed and ground against each other. Fingers tangled in hair just as their
tongues got lost in the other. Finally, Theo pulled back and smiled, the most
innocent of them Scott had ever seen. "Have you done this before?" Scott shook
his head, lost in his expression. "Me neither," Theo said, smiling wider before
kissing Scott once more.
The alpha made to continue when Theo slipped off and pushed Scott onto his side
so the blonde's chest was to the other's back. "Teddy, what're you—hah, wait!"
But Theo didn't wait, just pushed forward until he was fully buried inside
Scott's never explored entrance. He pulled his alpha tight to him, embracing
him as he lost himself in all the moment had to offer. The heat. The tightness.
The surge of emotion of claiming what he'd always longed for. "Theo…" Scott
gasped, trying to shake the sharp pains of the sudden unwarranted stretch.
"You feel so good, Scotty," Theo breathed, his lips right near his alpha's ear.
He threw a leg over Scott's and clung to him tight before moving.
"Wait—ngh!
"I got you." Theo reached around and took Scott into his hand, stroking his
back dick into its hardened form as he continued to gently move back and forth.
He mouthed and nibbled at Scott's neck, sneaking his free arm around to hold
Scott close over his neck.
"Fuh…" Scott breathed, his eyes clenched shut. Theo brought his lips to Scott's
should and bit down, his human teeth surging a different pain in Scott's body
that quickly became welcomed. Scott's neck arched again and the blonde picked
up speed. "Hurts…Theo, just—ah!"
"There?" Theo asked, smirking.
"There!" Theo drove into it, that bunched spot deep inside. He hit it, struck
it as hard as he could, jacking Scott into every thrust.
"Nnnghhh, fuck." Scott broke off into a whine, almost a whimper. He was lost,
caught between the subsiding and rapidly healing pain, and the ecstatic
sensations coursing from his lower body. He was torn, frustrated by his
submissive position and Theo's disregard for consent, and his desire to just
let go and let someone else take the reins for a while. Scott was getting
close, the synchronous ministrations far too perfect and exact. He even began
to subconsciously push back, tugging another smirk from Theo's lips.
But the seeming-beta wasn't done. He let go of Scott's heat and pulled out,
forcing a moan from Scott's lips. He pushed his alpha onto his stomach, the
tanner boy now totally compliant. The latter waited, waited for that second
force inside of him, but it didn't come. Instead he felt something he never
possibly could have imagined. Scott felt a tongue, a swipe at the base of his
balls before trailing up to his hole. It felt like a spark, making him clench
his sheets and bite at his pillow. A second swipe at his hole and he mewled. A
third, a fourth, a litany and he was lost. Moaning Theo's name, the boy that
forced war between his heart and his head.
After a few moments Theo was back, pushing down into that teased entrance once
again. Scott met him this time, arching his ass to bury Theo to the hilt.
"God," Scott moaned, the desperation apparent, the need and desire and want
seeping from his pores. The signals drove Theo insane; it was an overload.
"You're amazing, Scott." And with that he didn't hold back. He put one hand on
Scott's head and the other on his shoulder, holding him down as he thrust down
hard. He pounded Scott's ass, slamming into his hole. Scott cried out, groaning
and calling the blonde's name. He writhed, unable to do anything but take
Theo's harsh fucking. And he loved it. At first listen, the alpha seemed to be
struggling. But inside, inside his ass, heart, and soul, he loved it. Theo
mashed at his prostate every time. He grunted, his yellow eyes closed and his
fangs barely visible through his open mouth. He was breathing Scott in, taking
in every smell and drop of sweat, every bead of cum. Scott's cries and pleas to
go faster, harder, they coursed through him, tingling under his skin. Bringing
him closer. Oh so close.
"Scott, I'm…god, I'm gonna…" And he did. He came hard, only getting one more
thrust after the first spurt before he crashed into Scott's sweat-covered back.
He was buried, coming hard and deep inside the boy. It was a release in more
than one way. He'd been pent-up for so long. Lusting after and obsessing over
Scott for far too long. This was obtainment. Capture. Fulfillment. "I love you,
Scotty," he said, his tongue betraying him. A moment sans-calculation. He shook
his head internally, swearing at himself. Theo picked himself up and rolled
over onto his back. "It's your turn, babe. Ride me," he said with a smirk.
Scott looked over to see his otherwise boyfriend, waiting, still hard. His
nostrils flared and the red glow of his eyes marked a surge of power flowing
back into him. A return of his dominance. Scott started to go wolf when he
shook the hairier features from him and moved before the blonde. "My turn,"
Scott seemingly confirmed before lifting Theo's legs and pushing forward. Theo
moaned, squirming as his sounds drifted into a cry. He panted, looking
desperately into Scott's near-demonic face. Those searing reds spoke to him.
Calmed him. Claimed him.
Theo glanced down and back up again, a fanged smirk on Scott's lips. He was
afraid for a moment, thrown from his game. And then the alpha moved. Snapped
his hips. Theo's head pushed back into the pillow, arching his back. Scott
unleashed his will, claiming his authority. He came quickly, returning the
favor deep inside the blonde. And Theo took it all, the pain and pleasure
forcing him to pump himself into a second orgasm. This time, though, he was
crying Scott's name and the alpha could only smile devilishly, fucking them
both through their intense pleasure.
The taller boy ultimately pulled out and fell back to the side where he'd been.
They both faced the ceiling. Theo panted and smiled while Scott covered his
closed eyes, rubbing his hand up and down over his forehead and through his
hair. "I meant it, Scott," Theo said, turning to look at his seemingly
frustrated partner. "I didn't wanna' say it, but I do." Scott didn't respond.
He brought his hand down to rest on his chest, his eyes still closed. He
breathed in and let out a heavy sigh. "Scott?"
"I know." He rolled over to sit with his back to Theo. He cradled his face in
his hands for a minute. "I know you do." He got up and walked into his
bathroom, closing the door behind him and turning on the shower.
Theo rolled over onto his side, facing the door. His smile never faltered.
"I'll get you to love me, too."
***** Crack Sequel *****
Doo, dooo, dit. Doo, dooo, dit.
"Hey, Stiles," Isaac said, his face appearing on the Skype window.
"Hey," Stiles replied.
"Who's the kid?"
"This is Liam, ugh, Scott's beta."
"Other beta," he corrected, eliciting a frown from Liam.
"Dude, you're in France. Still. I'm not sure 'other' really applies."
"What do you want, Stiles?" Isaac replied irritably.
"Look, sorry to bother you. Ugh, omelette du fromage?"
"I'm hanging up."
"Wait," Liam said. Isaac's eyebrow lifted and he smirked when the youngest of
them punched Stiles in the arm. "We need your help."
"Which is why we called," Stiles added, rubbing the spot.
"I'm in France, as you pointed out. So, unless you're taking French with
Morell, or, I suppose, at all, I got nothing."
"Scott's in trouble," Liam blurted.
"Way to go," Stiles said.
"How? Stiles, what's going on?"
"You've always cared about Scott, right?"
"The point, Stiles," Isaac rushed. "I don't have time for this."
"Okay. Scott, he, ugh, he started seeing someone. His other beta." Isaac
glared. "Other other beta. Jesus. Look, this kid's crazy. We went through some
crazy shit at the start of term and this kid just wormed his way in. Drove Kira
away. Wedged himself between me and Malia. Me and Scott. He's a fucking mini-
Peter!"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Come home," Stiles simply said, forcing Isaac to look away. A few seconds
passed and he continued. "You claim you're still part of this pack, so do
something. Protect your alpha. He needs you. We all do."
"I think he might listen to you, Isaac," Liam added. "I think he trusts you."
"Fuck," Isaac blurted, swiveling in his chair so his back way to them. He head
fell back a little and a sigh was audible. Just then his phone buzzed. He
swiveled back and looked down to read a text from Lydia:
/ What if it were life or death? /
"I hate you all."
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