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“How the fuck did that pasty pale idiot bag Derek motherfucking Hale?” That was what Theo was thinking. Stiles was currently singing bad karaoke after a couple of drinks. Of course, he was being egged on by his pack. The whooping section on the couch was loving his rendition of Dream On. However, they were inconsequential. Theo was fixated on the dark-haired wolf in the armchair.
A chiseled jawline covered in the perfect amount of facial hair. Perfect white teeth, emphasis on perfect White teeth. They were exposed by a semi-embarrassed smile watching his boyfriend squawk like a parrot on the microphone. A tuft of dark hair just springing up from underneath his shirt. A pair of tantalizing pectorals with biceps for days. Theo found himself itching in his chair. How could anybody resist not touching that stud of a man?
“Bravo!” The idiots cheer for that drunken solo. Stiles claps and does a mock bow. Theo quickly falls back into the crowd. He joins the clapping. It was an easy escape from his peeping Tom tendencies. He watches agonizingly as Stiles heads over to Derek to give him a sloppy kiss. Derek stands, and Theo turns away and crinkles his nose at such an affectionate display.
“Would you like anything to drink? I'm sure that took a lot out of you.” Derek asks.
“Could I get another beer?” Stiles asks like the drunken moron he is.
“How about water?” Derek corrects. Then he turns around and walks to the kitchen. If Theo's eyes couldn't be pulled away before, they certainly couldn't be pulled away now. Derek must have shopped for jeans that perfectly hugged his triple-decker ass. It was like a shotgun through the heart for Theo. It seemed a replay of those perfect buns played on repeat. Whether it was Derek running through the woods, squatting godly amounts at the gym, or walking to the kitchen to get water for his boyfriend. Theo wanted those cheeks for himself.
“Theo?” Mason's concern snaps Theo back to the present.
“Yeah, just give me a minute. I got to use the bathroom.” Theo abruptly gets up and heads to the bathroom. It, unfortunately, means carrying his eyes away from Derek's badonkadonk. Once inside, Theo splashes cold water on his face and takes a deep, loud breath.
Usually, he didn't let such affections stay this way. His cold-blooded ways had been recently riled up. Theo stares at himself in the mirror and is suddenly transported back to their pack vacation in Lake Tahoe.
It had been Scott's idea—just a weekend to get away from the craziness of Beacon Hills. Lydia had even let the pack use the lake house. Friday, it had rained. Saturday is when Theo was diagnosed with ObessedwithDerekHale’sAssitis.
It was bright, hot, and perfect for swimming. It's just normal, almost civilian fun. Theo's partake was half because he had worked so damn hard on his body that he felt obligated to show it. Besides, he knows that he looks good in a bathing suit. Sun glistening off of his muscled upper body in proportioned hips and thighs. He was a stud, and he knew it. The other half was legitimately hot.
Hot enough that Derek would join them. Now Theo had pegged Derek to be a board shorts kind of guy. It is lowkey and casual. Derek already draws enough attention with his looks anyhow. What Theo got instead was a head-turning blue Speedo. It left nothing to the imagination and hugged his proportions perfectly. Theo sucked in a mouthful of water and gagged for 5 minutes because he was more focused on Derek than closing his mouth.
The image didn't leave his mind the entire rest of the trip. And when Theo finally had a moment to himself, he relived it. Over, over, and over again.
Theo snaps back to reality. The Tahoe trip seems like a daydream now. Begrudgingly, Theo exits the bathroom and realizes that Derek Hale is too wrapped up in Stiles's land. Maybe if he was an evil son of a bitch, Theo could justify stealing someone's man.
The group has moved on from drunken karaoke to a VR headset? Scott was using it, and judging from the motions, it looked like he was slicing something. The connected TV showed various fruits being thrown into the air and a sword cutting them down. The rest of the group cheered on Scott. Theo found himself frowning at the VR. Not because he thought it was childish behavior (it was, but that wasn't the reason).
Theo shakes it off and notices Derek. As always, he watched from just a bit away from the group. Sensing the opportunity to get as close to that daydream as possible, Theo creeps next to him.
“Whose headset is that? I didn't see anybody bring one in.” Theo's voice filled with genuine curiosity.
“Oh, it's mine.”
Theo's disbelief was suspended. Derek didn't ever strike Theo as the guy who would try a headset. Not that Derek was averse to technology. But Derek was old money—more in touch with the rustic charms of living in a loft and playing golf. Theo didn't realize how much of it showed on his face as Derek chuckled softly.
“Stiles… convinced me to buy it. We were doing a “Treat Me Day”. I expressed some curiosity to getting it and he told me that even if I only ever used it once, I should try it.”
“Right. Okay. I guess that makes sense.” Theo rubbed the back of his neck, feeling an itch.
“Did you want to try it?”
Theo's answer didn't come immediately. His eyes fixated back on the headset in the mindless fun that Scott was having. From observations, Scott giggled like a lunatic as he cut the fruit. Scott was admittedly corny, but not this corny.
“Theo?”
“Huh, sorry?” Theo suddenly remembered the question posed.” Yeah, I'll go after Scott.”
Scott, in the end, cut 465 pieces of fruit. It's impressive to 11-year-olds everywhere. Theo takes the headset and holds it in his hands. A sudden wave of nostalgia runs over him. It makes him nervous because Theo doesn't have much in his life to be nostalgic about. Regardless, he puts the headset on. In his ears are the faintest zaps of static electricity.
“Maybe he just bought a crappy brand VR?”
Theo scrolls through what has to be intentionally mind-numbing activities—a gateway to screen-slaving submission. The only suitable one was this horror shooter. Scott hands Theo the controller as the Chimera operates the phantom assault rifle. It was an old-school arcade rail shooter. Automatically progressing through as you shot hordes of mindless enemies.
Theo was thoroughly unimpressed with the hunky man's buy. Theo was wiping out these hordes of monsters without much difficulty. The cartoonish blood explodes, along with undead body parts everywhere. It didn't compare to actual killing as thrilling and soul-sucking as it was.
Theo's conquest through this haunted manner started tensing up his muscles. His teeth began to grit as more difficult enemies came onto the screen. His muscular chest heaved with exertion, and his palms started to get sweaty. A scythe-wielding maniac had hair on the back of his neck standing up. The chimer briefly feels tension in his biceps, where none existed before.
Then came the big boss battle. Theo hadn't blown any of his lives yet, but a sense of urgency existed where none had before. The cheesy arcade music suddenly died, and ephemeral whispers rose in its place. That wave of nostalgia was back, and Theo could not move. The boss emerged wearing a mask similar to a doctor he once knew.
Needless to say, Theo did horribly against the boss. His lives were taken down faster than he could react. Ultimately, the defeat screen had him thrown into a grave and covered in dirt. Theo takes off the headset and takes a breath.
“Hey Theo, you good? You seemed-”
Afraid. Theo was afraid.
The Chimera moves away from Scott and gives him “I'm Fine.” The party carries on from the brief awkwardness of Theo feeling the air with fear pheromones. The chimera does a quick body scan and tries to recall the experience piece by piece. Something was not right with the headset. It felt, at least to Theo, a little too real.
Theo briefly snaps out of it when Derek checks on him.
“More than you bargained for?”
“Didn't realize they made Kiddy games with a little bit of bite.” Theo chokes back his usual snappy remarks.
“Don't worry, it happens to all of us. You seem to get drawn in just a little more than you think you would with that VR set.” Derek gestures to Liam, who is using it for a roller coaster. It seems entirely honest, at least to Liam.
But it was more than that. More than simulated hallucinations designed to draw out reactions. Theo felt things in there.
“Do you know the headset's name or the company that makes that thing?” Theo asks.
“The headset is called Virtual Displacement Visor or VDV. The company is called Red Rock Entertainment.” Derek's explanation loosens the sediment of Theo's mind.
Red Rock. Why was that name so familiar?
“Oh, okay. Thanks.” Theo watches the way that Derek's ass bounces as he goes to sit next to Stiles. Not only was some headset making Theo off-kilter, but he also had to watch Derek walk away, not towards him. This party sucks, and Theo was grateful when it was finally over, and he was lying in his bed.
Sleep was not a frequent visitor with Theo. Maybe once or twice a week, he got good sleep. Most of the time, it was just pretending to sleep before exhaustion knocked him out. Tonight, there was more residual stress from what the VDV had caused. Or fantasizing about having Derek bent over in his bed.
Theo pictured Derek being handcuffed at the baseboard of the bed. His lips parted with surprise and shock. How could such a big bad wolf suddenly be under the control of another? Theo's imagination had Derek being tossed like a rag doll in bed. That perfect peach peeled out of its clothing, practically begging Theo to pound him. And those slutty, desperate moans coming from Derek's lips. There is a rush of triumph when Theo finally gets Derek to call him Daddy. All that's left to do is to plant a kiss on Derek's big fat Red Rock and claim-
Theo's eyes blink. He sits up in his bed, almost confused. Not confused enough for his aching erection to go away. Theo's hefty meat was still at attention with the visual of Derek in his mind even as it drained to an overwhelming obsession with this word.
Red Rock.
The nagging sensation persisted when Theo was out of his bed. The closet door practically ripped open. Clothing is thrown aside until he can eventually reach a trunk at the back of the closet. After fumbling and almost destroying the door frame, it sits before him. Theo takes a breath and then opens it.
Papers fly, and manila envelopes scatter the floor as Theo frantically reads through them. Medical reports, mad journaling, and spreadsheets of financial accounts. A disorganized mess to another, remnants of an ancient evil to Theo. A horrifying partnership ended thanks to the McCall pack. None of this stuff should have existed. Not after Scott in the pack burned the lab to its cinders. Little did they know that Theo had stored some select documents off to the side just in case. Not that it mattered now. Any financial backing those crazy scientists once had is gone. Theo had discovered that painfully well after being revived. This written madmania and three chimeras ( if you count Mason) were all that remained.
It was light when Theo finally found it. The birds chirp in the morning air when he gets to the Red Rock file. Theo reads over the babbling notes. Thankfully, there's always an overall summary at the end of these reports.
Red Rock Entertainment is a crude front of an uninteresting and outdated branch of science emerging from the alleged Dr Frankenstein. Their purpose is aimless, and the technique lacks the necessary rigor to test their hypotheses. The crudest of diamonds sifted amongst the coal amounts to hypnotic suggestion. Visual stimuli over time or a complete mind overload would suggest perfect obedience. Possible infusion with our own science may prove their hypothesis correct. However, any pursuit of this would hinder progress in the recreation of the beast.
Theo sat on his knees. It was mind control. Dread Doctor mind control. Or that was what it was supposed to be. And then…
It was almost as if it was staring at Theo. The broken pieces of face that Theo had stared at for most of his life—the remnants of the dread doctors' masks. Even now, he wasn't sure why he kept it. But even after death, Theo could still feel the haunting horror and, most importantly, the power.
Theo picks up the crudely assembled mask and feels the echo of the headset. While it's not nearly the same, Theo understands the notes. It was nothing compared to the mask, but if The Dread Doctors weren't blowing hot air up their ass… their technology, along with the headset, could allow for mind control.
And while Theo believed at first that there was no real reason for this, suddenly Derek flashes through his mind. His perfect smile, body, even laugh. Like a collage of a horny stalker, Theo’s wheels begin to turn. The images in his mind from earlier that night play like old commercials at 3:00 a.m.
The Headset. The Mask. Theo. And Derek.
When Theo convinces himself the idea can work, he already has justification. His girthy long cock is diamond hard. The mere thought of Derek's name is enough to make it twitch. With no other justification other than that Stiles didn't deserve Derek, the plan was hatched. Derek would be Theo’s.
But first, Theo’s urge to relieve himself was a priority. Theo gets off on nothing more than his left hand, an image of Derek wearing the headset, and the belief that his plan would succeed.
It had been a couple of days since the party. Theo was working that cold intellect in his mind yet again. The alteration of the VDV had to be perfect. No one could suspect a thing. Most importantly, Derek could not suspect a thing. His ability to play coy has not diminished since his alignment change. A few innocent texts aided some DIY pet projects to achieve his desired mind control. In the end, it was just a little knob that Theo could adjust—connected to a scraped-together headband made out of metal and pieces of the dread doctor masks.
Now, Theo was stepping out of his truck and heading up to the loft. Derek was home alone, and Theo figured this would be the perfect test run. Stiles could come home at any minute, and he didn't want to get caught up in his new toy. Theo puts on his stoic face as he walks in.
“Theo. Come in.” Derek gestures to Theo into the loft. Upon seeing the werewolf, the chimera feels a jolt of excitement for his plan. That slut was only wearing a tank top. Allowing all of those stiff muscles to be on display. Theo ultimately doubles down on his plan.
“You know, it's not like you to really want to hang out with anybody one-on-one.”
“Oh.” Theo scrambles to come up with a quick lie. “I figured that this would be a good opportunity. I'm not as, social, as the rest of the pack. By the looks of things at the party you weren't the most social butterfly either.”
Maybe not a lie, but a convenient smoke screen.
“I'm trying to be better. In my own way. So, what did you want to do? Stiles comes home in about an hour or so.”
“Great, I was wondering if we could use your VR headset again? I'm kind of hoping to slay more of those undead zombies.”
Derek's eyebrow raises. It was admittedly a little mundane for Theo. Even a VR headset could appear novel to a genetically modified creature. But the tension eases, and Derek chuckles.
“Didn't realize you had gotten bitten by the bug. Okay, let me go grab it.”
Lie, Theo.
“Oh wait.” Theo blurts. Derek stops.” Stiles said…”
Theo’s mind quickly flaps through all the seemingly bland unimportant details to stall Derek. It was a Race against Time to close the conversational Gap with a lie convincing enough to get Derek to allow Theo to grab the headset.
“Yes? What did Stiles say?”
“Stiles said that you make the best turkey on rye ever. I'm actually a little hungry, didn't eat before I came over. Do you think you could whip me up a sandwich and I could go grab it?”
Again, suspicion returns to Derek. Those hazel eyes squinting at him suggest that Theo’s behavior was slightly erratic. The Chimera was hoping to sway Derek in the opposite direction. Luckily, Theo, trained in emotional and mental manipulation, seems to score. The tension diffuses, and Derek shakes his head with a smile.
“So you came to play my games and eat my food? Didn't realize how much of a mooch you were going to be, Raeken.” Derek heads back to the kitchen to begin making the sandwich.
“Hey, Stiles has great taste.” With food and with men.
“The headset is sitting on my dresser. It should be fully charged.” Derek chops up some lettuce and tomatoes. Theo controls his excitement as he walks up the stairs to Derek's bedroom. It is there that Theo is disgusted by the amount of pictures of Stiles.
“Perhaps I can change that, with this.” Theo picks up the headset. So close, he could taste it. His dream was made real.
Theo springs into action. The adjustment on the knob was cleverly cosmetic to the untrained eye. Of course, no one would dare buy it if everyone knew about Red Rock’s secret plan to control supernaturals. At best, though, it's subpar mind manipulation, which just meant it was a better product. However, it was fully attuned to the headband with a few tweaks and a little dread doctor technology.
It was done.
All the Chimera had to do now was to get it on that sexy stud.
Derek and Theo shared a quick lunch. To Stiles’ credit, he was right. Derek did make a mean sandwich. It was the perfect way to kickstart this fun little experiment. Theo thanks Derek for the meal and begrudgingly uses the headset first. Theo slips the visor on and instantly feels the effects of his manipulations.
Like before, the headset augments virtual reality to make it appear and feel more real. Once again, that tension returns to his body as he slays the undead cadavers. It was exhilarating with the little upgrade. Theo doesn't remember the last time he was adequately frightened. With the upgrade, it was the closest thing he had to that sensation. Armed with the knowledge that Theo was in control, slaying the monster at the end all the more satisfying. The true reward, however, was not from any high score that the game could give him.
Theo took the headset off and ran his hand through his slightly sweaty hair. It is Derek's smile and congratulations. How thoughtful it was for Derek to remember at the party Theo's floundering against the final boss. A warm smile is offered in return on behalf of Theo as he hands off the headset. Theo sits down on the couch and can feel his cock raging in his pants. There was no time for chubbs; he was about to see if he was as clever as he liked to believe. Derek puts on the headset and begins to scroll through the various games. Theo waits impatiently, his clammy hands grasping at his jeans so that Derek can pick one. At last, he settles on the same fruit-slicing simulator that Scott did.
Then Theo slips on the headband.
A slight buzz rings around Theo's head. His impression is that some kind of power must come from the Dread Doctor's technology. However, the longer it stays on, he notices somebody's breathing that isn't his own. Theo looks to see that Derek is standing essentially motionless. Theo could feel emotion rising and falling. On top of that, Derek's emotional state is also affected. It was blank now but the little twitches of anticipation jolt Theo’s mind.
“Time to get started.” Theo chuckles. Then, the camera projects the mental image into Derek's mind.
Derek remembers that he was supposed to be playing the fruit-slicing simulator. But now he was lying down in his bed. He blinks and looks around the dark room. He had no idea how he had gotten here. Everything but his shorts had been removed, and his hairy muscular body was exposed. Derek rubs over his chest before swinging his legs out of bed. His senses felt dull, and his head was swimming. The only thing that he could vaguely focus on was an overwhelming urge to go to the living room.
Derek goes downstairs and sees Theo sitting on the couch with his legs spread. The chimera has that smug smile that everybody was so used to. Instead of it being annoying, Derek found himself to be quite charmed. Derek glides down the steps and into the living room. Suddenly, an exclamation icon appears over his head.
Charmed 💕 : More susceptible to advances by others.
“Huh?”
“Hey Derek, are you feeling okay?” Theo's voice cuts through the fog. Derek's eyes returned to the chimera.
“Uh… I don't know. I thought… well I actually don't remember the last thing I was doing before I woke up. Do you?”
“Do you really want me to tell you?” Theo’s mischief could be registered but Derek couldn't push back on it for some reason.
“Uhm, yeah, tell me.”
“You were about to undo my pants. You wanted to see what a real man looks like.”
The smug expression on Theo's face is steadfast. Watching Derek unbuckle his belt felt like opening Christmas presents. It was the only reason Thea had bothered whereabout. After Derek removes it.
Derek felt a jolt of confusion. For some reason, that didn't sound right to him. However, that thought is quickly drowned by an overwhelming urge to comply. Derek kneels in between Theo's legs. Looking up at Theo's face, Derek noticed that smug expression. He had something to prove to Derek. Derek works the belt off and sets it on the couch. Then he unbuttons and zips down Theo's fly.
Derek's acute senses have already picked up the musk coming from Theo. He might not have been an actual wolf, but he smelled like one. Derek felt hesitation in his body before Theo's voice broke the spell.
“You can take a sniff before you take it out. I won't mind.”
Derek inches closer as his nose twitches at the strong scent. The fabric smushes up against his nose, and the prominent bulge seems excited by the touch. Derek's body also responded as well. His cock was responding outside of the headset as well.
Musk Envy 🥴: If already affected by the Charmed condition, it increases susceptibility to requests.
Derek was less aware of this condition than he was the previous one. That may have had to do with his nose trying to huff as many pheromones as possible. His body glided from one act to the next. Derek's nose was insufficient, and he soon began to mouth over the bulge. Mapping it with his lips revealed that Theo was packing some severe heat. His face showed just how shocked he was, much to Theo's amusement.
“It's big, I know. Why don't you pull it out and see it for yourself.”
Derek begins to reach for it…
This was the moment that Theo was waiting for. Now that he could see that the headband and the headset worked perfectly, it was time for the next step. Blending reality with fiction.
Theo began to send subtle messages to Derek to have him remove the headset. For the most part, everything that Derek had previously done was fiction. Theo had undone his belt and pants so that Derek would have unrestricted access to his hard cock.
Now is the moment of truth. The headset slides off of Derek's head. Theo observed the way Derek's pupils seemed to be dilated. They are zeroed in on Theo’s cock. Gently, Derek reaches underneath the waistband of Theo's boxers. A small tuft of dirty blonde pubes pop out. No doubt those, too, begin to rile up Derek's brain.
The chimera gasps, feeling Derek fish out his massive cock. Those large, warm hands felt perfect around the shaft. They were a bit calloused, yet Derek was gentle. Theo took a deep breath as his manhood stood loud and proud in front of Derek. It was longer than his face and girthy like a soda can.
“Oh my God.” Derek was naturally stunned by such a mighty phallus. Its gentle twitches in the air seemed to hypnotize Derek. And Theo was in love. Everything about Derek's admiration was precisely why he would break him away from Stiles and fix him to his side.
Theo takes the cock out of Derek's hands and begins to slap it up against Derek's cheeks. The werewolf seemed to chase after it like a dog chasing a bone. Each slap seemed to bring Derek more and more under his control. Theo enjoyed this little game. Derek looked like a hypnotized idiot chasing after his cock like that. The once brooding omega now turned into cock chasing slut.
“Heh this is too good.” Theo hummed.
The little game eventually turned into Derek managing to get his mouth around the top of the cock. It stretched his lips out nicely and bulged his cheeks. Theo hissed as Derek began to slide down. The chimera guides Derek with a hand on the back of his head. Theo paid no mind when Derek's eyes started to water, and his face reddened. Eventually, Derek reaches those dirty blonde pubes and huffs the musk with his nose.
Then Derek goes back up the shaft. The down. And up again. Derek and Theo find a good pace. Theo moans as Derek's cock sucking skills are put on display. His throat transforms into an oil rig, desperate to get Theo’s white gold. Derek is so skilled that Theo takes his hand off his head. The chimera throws them behind his head.
“Fuuuuckkk, Der. That feels so good.”
Theo felt the pressure beginning to build up inside of him. He bites his lip, and Derek keeps glucking away at his cock. The desperate urge to get off is too hard to resist. He begins to buck his hips into Derek's mouth. Theo ignores a brief gagging sound. He was purely chasing his orgasm now. Derek's well-being could wait. Theo watches the way his cock bulges inside of Derek's throat.
That was what did it in the end.
“God damn, take it bitch!” Theo's hands suddenly surge downwards onto Derek's head and force him back to the pubes. Theo fires his rocket down Derek's throat. Theo's cock throbs violently inside of Derek's throat. It twitches each time it sends more of that chimera-flavored spunk downwards. Derek could be heard golfing it down as he had little choice.
Theo's breath was ragged throughout the entire process. He could feel the sweat that had naturally built up underneath his arms. It was also on his forehead as well and in his hair. It was a sweat-tossed mess. Not that he was complaining. His head was tilted back. His eyes shut as he attempted to catch his breath and focus on the reason that he was here in the first place. To take Derek.
Then Theo returns his attention to Derek. The top of the black hair is precisely where he left him. Dutifully sucking what remained of Theo’s cum. Down to the hilt of Theo’s long sword. Theo runs his hands gingerly through Derek's sweaty mop. A sigh escapes Theo’s slips. He could feel the brokenness inside of Derek's body. The way that his cock, alongside the Dread Doctor technology, had rewired his mind. Theo never met any resistance, either. Proving that there was no loyalty to Stiles in the first place.
“Heh, he'll be home any second now.” Theo's smugness returns to his face. The Chimera could only imagine the heartbroken human. Come home after a long workday to cuddle with his big werewolf. Only to discover that he was nursing his former enemy’s cock. It was dreadful. Which was why Theo was going to make sure it happened.
“You're all mine, Derek. All mine.”