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works/2103729.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Jackson_Whittemore, Kate_Argent/Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Emotional_Manipulation, Pseudo-Incest, Ficlet,
      Underage_Drinking
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-08 Words: 613
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by DolorousDoll
Summary
     Derek’s never claimed to be a good person, he’s always been a little
     broken inside, a little burnt, a little mirthful but he’s never done
     anything completely untoward, anything that revolts people but he
     knows from the moment that he sets eyes on Jackson that that’s going
     to change.
Notes
     I don’t really know what this is? I haven’t written in a while and I
     thought what better way to get back into it then with some incesty
     porn? I think I need help guys.
Derek’s never claimed to be a good person, he’s always been a little broken
inside, a little burnt, a little mirthful but he’s never done anything
completely untoward, anything that revolts people but he knows from the moment
that he sets eyes on Jackson that that’s going to change.
Jackson’s parents die and like the morally abiding individuals his parents are
they offer to take the young boy in and the moment Derek sees him, he’s
enraptured. He takes one look at the soft supple skin on Jackson and wants to
touch, totaste, to press the flat of his tongue between Jackson’s skinny,
boyish hairless thighs and hear his breath shudder.  Wants to bruise Jackson,
mark the young boy as his.
It’s easy, Jackson’s temperamental but eager to please and he latches onto
Derek instantly, his new cool older brother, who takes him to high school
parties and let’s him share sips of whiskey from Derek’s cup.
The first time he touches Jackson is at one of those parties. He helps the
stumbling fourteen year old up the stairs and into the bathroom where Jackson
struggles to undo the zipper on his jeans that is until Derek steps up behind
him, pulls it down slowly himself. Jackson shudders, smelling like desperation,
alcohol and lust. Derek ends up sitting on the lip of the bathtub with Jackson
in his lap, the younger teens cock raw and red and jutting out from his hand me
down jeans. He makes the sweetest sounds as Derek jerks him off, these
uncontrolled hitches of breath. These little whimpers that fluctuate between
sounding pained and pleasured. And Derek drinks it all in, tugs at Jackson’s
balls, thumbs at his foreskin, sucks marks onto Jackson’s sweat laced neck that
scream mine mine mine. And when Jackson chokes on a breath and comes he’s
breathing back yours yours yours.
He touches and teases and taunts and revels in how much Jackson depends on him,
wantshim, will do anything that Derek asks. Follows him around like a love sick
puppy. It’s pathetic but oddly endearing and Derek finds himself encouraging
it.  Making his baby brother want him to the point that he feels lost without
Derek.
Jackson’s freshly turned fifteen when Derek meets Kate Argent. She’s brilliant
and fierce and beautiful and she takes Derek’s breath away.  She’s just another
conquest, but she’s not boring she makes him work for it and Derek is grateful
because everyone has become too easy lately, their all so predictable and its
different to not know what’s waiting around the corner.
Jackson hates her, scowls every time Derek has her over. He sits miserably in
the hallway when Derek’s got Kate in his room where they press together beneath
Derek’s bed covers and Kate doesn’t bother to be quiet, she never is.
After he’s had his fill Derek walks Kate to the front door and watches her
drive away fully sated.  When he turns around Jackson’s standing there, wiry
arms folded across his chest angrily. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes wet.
“She doesn’t love you, you know.” Jackson seethes and Derek shrugs, walks
towards the stairs but he catches Jackson’s next words, whisper quiet and
vulnerable. “Not like I do.” Derek smirks.
It’s a game of push and pull. Derek pushes, sees how far he can push his sweet
little brother and Jackson continues to pull him in, to sneak into his bedroom
at night and press clumsy kisses to Derek’s mouth and nose while his clammy
hands push and pull at Derek’s clothes and Jackson’s bodies screaming use me,
take me, fuck me and really who is Derek to refuse that?
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