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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.”
Chapter 2: Chapter 2: The Cookout
Summary:
Theo finally decided to deal with a certain meddling alpha.
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Come over, now. It was the last text to Derek over 30 minutes ago.
It was the only text that Theo needed to send to Derek. Both of them knew exactly what Theo wanted, and Derek had no ability to deny Theo's demand. Whatever Derek was doing at the time, he stops, makes up the biggest excuse to leave, and then races over to Theo's apartment. It happened so often now that Theo had given Derek a key just for this occasion.
Theo currently had Derek bouncing in his lap. That big, sweaty muscle wolf was panting like a dog. The headset visor was strapped thoroughly over his eyes. Theo's shared headband allowed a glimpse into the fantasy that Derek was going through.
It had started simple and innocently. Derek didn't seem to be the religious type, and Theo wanted to explore it. So there Derek was in his blue collar shirt, pink tie, and khakis. If the goal was divinity, Derek was falling short. The way that his tits pushed out on that shirt was mouth-watering. Theo had half a mind to have this little fantasy just be him nibbling on that tit. Theo, of course, was wearing the black clergy shirt with some black slacks to go with it. And just as sinfully as Derek looked, so did Theo. He had the shirt extra tight on him.
It seemed that Derek needed extra help getting in touch with his spirituality. Something that a good priest like Theo would naturally indulge. Of course, he made sure that all of the pervy tendencies of groping Derek were a part of it, too. One thing led to another, and the only garments left on Derek were his tie. A good look. Nothing could break this sinful spell.
Or that was what Theo believed. He heard the phone ringing for what had to be the third time since Derek had been over. Theo blinks, groans, and takes himself out of the vision. Derek keeps bouncing on Theo's lap like the good Catholic boy Theo has been training him to be. When Theo checks Derek's phone to see who it is, another groan comes out.
The first call had been Stiles. Understandable considering that whatever it was that Derek and Stiles had been doing was unceremoniously cut short by Theo. No big deal. The subsequent two calls came from Scott of all people. Why the little runt, True Alpha, felt the need to blow up Derek's phone was beyond the chimera's reasoning. However, with Derek's risky behavior already being threatened to be revealed, Theo didn't want to take his chances. So he picks up the phone.
”“What is it, McCall?” Theo's voice is cold.
”Theo? Why do you have Derek's phone? And where is Derek?”Scott's annoying voice filled with annoying questions. There's a pause as Theo can hear Derek's moaning in the background.”Is that Derek?”
Theo silently curses and then snaps back into the vision to tell Derek to cool it for a minute. That he needs to silently pray to cum. Then Theo snaps out of the fantasy and back to Scott.
”We are doing special sparring, didn't realize we needed your permission, Scott.
” Theo says sarcastically.
”Oh okay, well just tell Derek to text me when-”
Theo doesn't wait for Scott to finish. The call ends, and Theo resumes his catholic fantasy. Derek bounces on that cock like a pogo stick, and eventually Theo's warm goodness floods inside of Derek's ass.
Theo was sipping a Gatorade as Derek hastily grabbed his clothes and put them on. It was always a joy to watch Derek scramble after sex. Despite the guilt that Theo could smell off of him for cheating, apparently, the sex was good enough so that Derek never bitched about it. It was a win-win for both of them, even if Derek refused to believe it as such.
”Remember to text McCall back. I don't want him getting suspicious.”
”Uh, yeah right.” Derek mutters. After gathering what remained of his clothes, he made a hasty exit from Theo's apartment.
Theo had left enough of Derek's consciousness to know that he was cheating, just not when it had begun or how. It would be better if his slut just concentrated on the more important details. That, in turn, gave Theo more control over the scenario. The arrangement was going along so well that he had basically fooled everybody.
Well Almost.
Theo wasn't sure how Scott, of all people, was beginning to suss him out. Usually, the distinction of figuring out traitors was Stiles' specialty. And it was indeed true that Stiles had his doubts over Theo and Derek’s relationship. That suspicion was born out of a deep distrust and issues stemming from the past. AKA normal Stiles behavior. Scott's level of suspicion was uncharacteristically canny.
Several times, Scott had asked questions about what Derek and Theo did when they were alone. Where had this relationship blossomed from? Amongst other concerns that Theo found rather annoying. Now that he finally had Derek under his control, he didn't want McCall, of all people, ruining it.
Theo pondered over solutions for the rest of the night. Unfortunately, killing Scott was off the table. Theo didn't hate him; his suspicion was just causing too much drama. Theo's fantasizing didn't land on anything conclusive until he was in bed. It turned out that all of those sexual fantasies helped him get to sleep. His favorites were Derek wearing the skimpiest pool boy shorts and t-shirt possible. And cheesy self-indulgent pizza delivery boy. The more cliché, the faster Theo fell asleep. Theo settled in on the pizza boy one.
Yet the vision kept getting distorted by Theo's frustrations. Every time it was supposed to be Derek, his mind would blip to Scott. Scott would be there, holding a pizza with a big, goofy grin. That tan skin almost looked like cinnamon, and his trusting eyes a pair of ambers. And when Theo offered an alternative form of payment, it was Scott getting down on his knees, taking out Theo's big sausage, Scott’s mouth open and tongue out. It was then and only then that Theo finally recognized the solution.
Three Days later.
The plan was officially in motion. Theo had worked out the perfect strategy to get Scott off his back. Simply, he would add him to his cabal of mind controlled sex driven werewolves. What better way of throwing off your rival than simply looping him into the fun? After all, Theo could think of more devious ways of getting Scott off his trail. But this seemed more fun. Besides, Scott would look adorable with a mouth and throat full of Theo's cock. There is nothing to lose and everything to gain.
The only hiccup was that the time to do this happened to coincide with the big Fourth of July party that had been conveniently delayed. The Chimera did not relish the idea of getting caught. So he decided to put his other goon-controlled werewolf to work.
”Now listen to me very carefully, Derek. Under no circumstances can anybody come near the shed. I want everyone to be entertained and happy so that they won't even think of interfering with Scott and me. Do you get that?”
Derek hums a response. The two of them had driven over early. Partly because Theo was trying to maintain the ruse needed to help out with this damn party, the other reason was so that he could pre-program Derek to do his bidding. Theo had discovered that it was easier for Derek to complete the tasks when Theo ordered them closer to when he wanted them done.
”Good boy.” Theo ruffles the top of Derek's head. The two of them are sitting inside Theo's truck. They were parked in the shady part of the parking lot. The festivities were taking place at a newly made swimming hole to cool off during the summer. They had just enough time to set up before everybody arrived.
And for Derek to finish his BJ on Theo.
The Chimera spreads his legs and uses one hand to push Derek's head down onto his cock. The other arm wraps around the headrest, bicep bulging. His eyes are shut as he guides his werewolf up and down that girthy shaft. Theo peeks an eye open to look down at his self-indulgent prize. Some days, he couldn't believe that this was real. Derek Hale is a cock slut for Theo Raeken.
” I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of seeing you like this, baby boy.” Theo grumbles. He can sense his orgasm getting closer. The Chimera pushes Derek's head down so that the entire shaft hardly leaves that warm mouth. Theo fucks upward into it like a man with nothing to lose. His grunts are animal and beastly. For the minute and 47 seconds that it takes Theo to finally cum she treats Derek no differently than one would a blow-up doll. The thought of which Theo stores for later in his mind.
”Fuck!” Theo cries out as he blasts Derek's mouth with his load. It is a dribbly white mess that fills and overwhelms Derek's cheeks. Although Theo had taught his wolf to swallow as much as he could, it didn't stop Derek from dribbling down Theo's shaft. A mixture cum in saliva splats onto the driver's seat. Not that Raeken cared. His chest heaves from the exertion for a moment, and he smiles as he rubs over the dark-haired wolf. Derek no longer needed the headset. Theo had fashioned a pretty little metal headband for him to wear. Once the psychic control was established, Theo only had Derek wear the headset when he wanted a truly immersive experience.
Theo pops Derek off his cock with a satisfying wet plop. The chimera hands Derek a wipe to clean himself and the seat.
”You ready to get your party on?” Derek asks after cleaning himself of Theo's white hot mess.
” After you lay a kiss on me, slut.” Theo grabs Derek and pulls him in for a kiss. The taste of himself was second to what Derek tasted like. How someone's lips could taste like cinnamon and a deep bourbon, Theo would never know. But God, it was the best smoking kiss he ever had. The stubble only made it better.
God damn, Theo was good.
The party was an annoying success. Theo had some skill in organizing a 4th of July bash. Between the sickening patriotic display for a country, an overwhelming amount of food options, and seating arrangements? If Theo ever needed money, perhaps party planning was a viable career path. Still, it wasn't horrible that everybody was having a great time. Even Theo had to laugh when Liam chucked Mason 5 ft while they were roughhousing in the water. Danny and Jackson had some intriguing gossip that every once in a while, the Chimera tuned in for.
Even Stiles was in a chipper mood. Eating hot dogs with relish was enough to turn a bad week into a decent one. However, the bulk of the success came from Derek on the grill. All that time in New York taught him some skills for being a grill master. And…
Theo was rock hard watching him. Beautiful, dark, stubbled face accompanied by an occasional smile. Suns out, guns out. Completed with the world's sluttist DILF apron that the Chimera has ever seen. All of this, and Derek had all of his clothes on. But maybe Burger flipping was erotic? Theo couldn't make heads or tails of it. But yet another fantasy of his was to explore neighbor Derek grilling.
However, the main prize had yet to be achieved. Scott. That smiling idiot was also enjoying himself and happily talking to the twins about some nonsense. Theo was biding his time. He knew the exact cue that he was waiting for to get Scott alone. Once, then, Theo would stuff Scott with a hot dog that was too big for his buns. And that True Alpha would have no choice but to love it.
His opportunity to strike comes unexpectedly. Derek decides to begin an impromptu game of Ultimate Frisbee. Theo smiles like the Cheshire cat. Perfect opportunity.
Theo quickly moves to Scott's side before the wolf can join in on the fun.
”Hey Scott, do you think you can help me with the extra charcoal in the shed? Derek asked me to get it but I think there's going to be more bags and I can carry.”
”Sure, Theo. We can join the game when we come back.”
Theo smacks Scott on the back with thanks and guides his unsuspecting victim away. Theo slips the bag with the headset onto his shoulder as they walk. Thankfully, the shed was a good distance away from the rest of the party. No one would suspect or hear a thing out there.
”So Theo, I've been meaning to ask you this, and please don't take this the wrong way. But when did you and Derek start hanging out so much? I mean, it just surprises me that there was any overlap at all.” Scott asks.
To be fair, it wasn't a stupid question from Scott. How would he have known that the reason Theo wanted to get close to Derek was because of the Lake Tahoe trip? Theo didn't sing about how hot Derek was. Not to mention the natural suspicion that came with Stiles, in Scott's world, there was no way this relationship should have been working out. But…
”And here I thought that you wanted us to be one big happy family, Scott. Or does that change wouldn't only apply to me?” Theo sprinkled his words with a little victim blaming. It had been long enough so that they couldn't throw Theo's past sins at him without looking like assholes. But Theo could sneak just enough victimhood to flip it back onto Scott.
”That's… not what I meant. I'm not saying that you can't or you shouldn't be friends with Derek. I think it's just because of how I struggled to gain common ground with him at first. You are doing it so easily.”
Insecurity. Theo could work with this. In fact, he could work with this a lot.
”Well, Scott, it's because we aren't too dissimilar. I mean, you're a social butterfly and Derek is a mean-mugging wallflower. To be fair, we have more in common than you do. But you're also closer because of everything you went through.”
Theo senses that wasn't enough; he needed to add the hook in there.
”But, we really bonded so quickly over the various headset games. Derek has a surprising taste for them, and so do I. Maybe we should sneak a quick game in before we head back with the charcoal? That way you understand how Derek and I are so close.”
Theo kept his eyes straight ahead. He didn't need to look at Scott to know that the wheels were turning. The walk through nature seemed to be enough for Theo's logic to take root. Scott wants to be closer to Derek, the way that Theo seemed to be bonding with him. The only conclusion then was for Scott to at least try.
”Alright, I guess we could do one game. Couldn't hurt.”
Oh, the things Theo did to prevent himself from smiling like a villain.
The shed was decently maintained. While Theo believed that this is where a serial killer would dismember and decapitate their victims, at least it was a nice shed to do it in. The bags of charcoal were inside. Theo turns the key in the lock and opens the door. It was surprisingly spacious, with enough room for Scott to have plenty of space for the headset. Theo slips it out of his bag and hands it to him. The chimera licks his lips as Scott begins to scroll through the various games. None of which would matter to Theo once he takes control. Especially as he puts the headband on.
”I still can't believe that Derek of all people is into this sort of thing. It's kind of not if I'm being honest.” Scott seems to settle on the fruit-slicing game. Childish.
”Oh Scott, you have no idea the kinds of things that Derek is into.” Theo didn't bother hiding the hidden meaning in his voice. Scott was already beginning to slice the fruit. Then all that was left to do was to slip on the headset.
There was a strange, smug satisfaction that came from doing this. Not really to Scott, although Theo loved the idea that he would have not one but two wolves under his control. More so, the idea that the Dread Doctors would have never imagined their technology being used in such perverted ways. In many instances, it is a fitting degradation of their ways. Theo would have control over members of the supernatural community, but not in any way that Dread Doctors envisioned.
Theo waited until Scott was fully immersed in the fruit-cutting game. Once, then, Theo exerts control—the narrative changes from that childish game to a more steamy encounter.
Scott blinks. Suddenly, he is in some bachelor pad. He can't explain it, but this place feels like home. There is a strange urge to check his phone. A couple of notifications have popped up. Apparently, the pizza order he had placed was on its way. There is a distant thought in Scott's mind suggesting that he was hungry for burgers and hot dogs, but that is soon pushed aside. Food was food, and Scott was hungry.
A quick trip to the kitchen reveals why he had bothered to place the pizza order; it was bare bones in there. Nothing but a couple of beer bottles and some ketchup was all the sustenance Scott had. His hungry stomach sings for food, and thankfully, the door is knocked on. There could only be one visitor to Scott's door at this hour.
”Hi, delivery for Scott McCall? Two large pepperoni and sausage pizzas?” Theo’s handsome face bewitched Scott. He didn't realize that pizza delivery guys could be so hunky. Between the way that Theo's muscles pushed out on his uniform and the sinful way that Theo was torturing the sleeves of his shirt, Scott was at a loss for words.
”Too Easy.” Theo chuckled in the real world.
”I, yes- sorry. Let me get the money.” Scott stammers as he fishes the wallet from his pocket. Bachelor quickly realized that he was short. A Rush of embarrassment invades his cheeks. Was Scott truly so irresponsible as to order two pizzas without being able to pay for them? What kind of bachelor was he?
”Is something wrong, dude?” Theo’s voice was sinfully charming. It plays to Scott's ear like a harp. It only intensifies the current problem that he has. And unfortunately, it was going to make admitting that he was as broke as a joke even more embarrassing. That particular bit was making Theo salivate.
”Uh, yeah… i… seem to be a little short.”
”Oh, how much? If it's only a couple of bucks I don't mind spotting you.” Theo’s generosity applies an extra layer of guilt to Scott's dilemma.
”... 12 dollars, including the tip.” Scott wishes that he could hide away so much so that he gains a new condition.
Embarrassingly Susceptible 😣: To compensate for embarrassment, become more susceptible to others' advances.
Theo rubbed over his slutty stubble. Mulling it over as if this was a problem that needed to be solved for Scott. After all the way that Scott's belly was grumbling, he wanted the pizza. But without enough money, Theo was going to need alternative forms of payment.
”How bad do you want this pizza, Scott? Are you willing to do anything for it?”
”Just about. It's going to be dinner and leftovers until I can get my paycheck. Please dude, can we work this out?”
”Of course we can, but you're going to have to do a little something for me? Is that all right?” Theo makes his intentions known by rubbing his crotch with his free hand. The look on Scott's face is immaculate. The way that those lips part in a gasp should be hung up in a museum.
”Of course, why don't you come in? You can set the pizza down on the table and I can, uhm, get you comfortable.”
Theo does just that, walking into Scott's apartment as if he owned the place. Then he settled down onto the couch, spread his legs, and gestured for Scott to come closer.
In the pit of Scott's stomach, he felt shame for being at the mercy of another man like this. Scott was doing this just to eat? Thank God he didn't need to pay rent; otherwise, who knows what sexual favors he would owe? Scott shuffles until he is standing between Theo's legs. His eyes never once left Theo's crotch. Especially as it began to chub up in Theo's work pants, it was dangerous.
” Let's see, you owe me $12 plus a tip? So you'll be perfectly willing to suck on my sausage to pay for your pizzas, right?”
”Yeah”
”Then what are you waiting for? Pull it out.”
Scott slides between those legs and undoes Theo's belt. It was a dirty act. Unbuckling and pulling the belt from the loops. Scott looked up to see that shit eating grin on Theo's face. As much as he hated it, it got Scott going in his pants as well. After setting the belt aside, Scott zips down Theo's pants and gets hit with a wave of musk.
Theo briefly pops out of the fantasy to see Scott between his legs in real life. God, did he look like a grade A slut. Theo sent psionic suggestions to Scott to make him drool. Shortly after, drips of saliva soon fall onto Theo's boxers. Before Scott can retrieve Theo’s cock, the chimera takes a brief detour from the blow job. Instead, he begins to grind Scott's face into his crotch. Letting the werewolf mouth over that Chimera cock like the whore he is. Theo lets out a small gasp. He had no way of anticipating enjoying it this much. But God damn, he did.
”Like that, Scotty?”
”Y-Yeah, I do.” Scott says with a clothed cock in his mouth.
Theo keeps Scott there for a minute or two. Theo's eyes shut, enjoying the control over Scott. Steadily, his boxers got darker with where Scott placed his mouth and tongue. It was enough to steal Theo's breath away. Once the chimera had enough, he pulled out his monster length and nestled it against Scott's cheek. It was a little awkward with the headset in the way, but the chimera was soon to rectify that.
”Open up and tongue out.” Theo commanded.
Scott obeyed as Theo smacked that bulbous tip up against the anxious tongue. It was wagging desperately to invite Theo's hefty length into his mouth. Theo teases Scott for just a little bit longer. Even managing to get a whimper out of Scott. Soon enough, Scott feels the back of his head grabbed, and Theo’s cock steadily slides in. The Chimera feels his toes curling with pleasure. It was a long cock that pushed deep and bulged Scott’s throat. Theo gasps a bit. He honestly was not expecting Scott to grip his cock like that. Such skill, and Scott had just been running around without his chimera top.
Theo was gonna have to change that.
”Fuck me, Scotty. That mouth is amazing. Such a natural.” Theo groaned in pleasure. Scott moaned something in response, but the chimera did not care to hear him out. Instead, he began to pump his hips into Scott’s mouth.
In Scott’s mind, the fantasy truly was out of one of those cheesy pornos. Scott, the penniless bachelor, is ordering a pizza that he cannot truly afford. Theo, the big dick pizza delivery guy, makes him swallow that monster length. A fantasy truly worth drooling over. And so Scott did. Drool came out of his mouth and down onto his chin.
Soon, the shed was filled with the sloppy sounds of a blow job. The animal grunting came mostly from Theo. Who used Scott’s throat primarily as a nice fuck hole. Scott’s hands rested on either side of Theo’s muscular thighs. Scott drew them closer and began to travel up and down the shaft with no help from Theo. The chimera threw his arms behind his head and just watched the show from above. There was nothing better than the sight of True Alpha swallowing Theo like the bitch he was.
”Take it Scott, Take it.” Theo moaned.
The shed began to get hot and a little misty as the two of them got into it. Theo was thankful that he chose to wear something light and airy. The sweat stains on his chest and underarms wouldn't look as horrible when he emerged from here. Beads of sweat began to move down Theo's cheeks. They eventually pool and collect at his chin. They drop onto the equally sweaty Scott. Theo runs his hand through his sweaty mop. Between the heat, the motion, and the sounds, the Chimera was getting close. Deadly close.
Not content to just have Scott, but to own him, Theo quickly makes some adjustments. First, he rips off the headset and throws it to the side. Scott is violently pulled from the little fantasy back to the real world. Things snap into place while others take their time. Scott was for sure aware that he was giving a blow job to Theo. However, the environment and circumstances all seemed vastly different. However, any concern that might have arisen over such a change in scenery melts away. Instead, he falls right back into the musing of pleasing Theo.
Theo grabs the back of Scott's head and skull fucks him. The Chimera reassumes control and sets a brutal pace. It was like he was trying to get his cock as deep as it could go into Scott's throat. Desperately preparing to drop Theo's Fourth of July load down into that pup.
It all comes quickly. Theo feels himself shuddering and then, without warning, fires ropes after ropes into Scott's throat. There is some muffled protest from Scott at first. But the more Scott is fed, the more docile he becomes. Soon, it was no different than feeding a baby its bottle. The Chimera watches as Scott can't seem to get it all down. Some of it dribbles onto his chin and falls onto the floor between his knees.
What enthralls Theo is when Scott looks up at him. At first, those big brown eyes are utterly unaware of the consequences of this. Perhaps Scott believed this was just a random hookup with Theo. However, that shit eating grin that the Chimera had said otherwise. Slowly, Scott begins to understand where it was and what he was doing. A look of shock in realization comes across his face, but he still makes no effort to pull off Theo's cock. Which was all good considering that Theo was still cumming like a horse.
Eventually, though, Theo grabs Scott by the back of his head and gently tugs him off. There is a satisfying wet plop when that cock is removed. Theo grabs and strokes himself a couple of times. The shaft is uber sensitive to touch after being in such a warm environment like Scott's throat. Scott coughs a couple of times, trying to figure out what he was doing here. And then the startling realization that it was because of Theo and that damn headset. All of which Theo had pre-programmed into the headset to begin with.
”What… what did I just do?”
”Just gave me the second-best blowjob ever. Sorry to say that Derek still has you beat. But maybe later we can see how that ass works.” Theo’s voice carries nonchalantly. He grabs a towel to clean up his cock and then Scott's mouth. It wouldn't be good to have loads of evidence on him as they returned to the party. Even though every wolf worth their salt would recognize what Scott had just done.
”But why? I thought we were-”
”Just a ruse. One that you fell for spectacularly. But hey, that's life right? So, here's what's going to happen Scott.” Theo finished dabbing that crooked jawline of Scott before kneeling and staring him right in the face.”You and Derek are going to be my little werewolf bitches from now on. He's in on this too. Maybe you can find out the workings of our relationship by asking him. When you walk out of here, everyone's going to know that you hooked up with me. You won't be able to mention the headset, or the control I assert over you. And it's pointless to resist. If you were able to, you would have done it already.”
Theo reads the look of concern on Scott's face and rolls his eyes. The panic that had been built up wasn't able to be suppressed. But Theo had no need for it, and soon Scott would not need for it either.
”Relax your werewolf tits. This isn't some scheme to try to steal your Alpha spark or your pack again. There's a little revenge, I guess, but I already got it. Besides, this is much more fun. Especially because you like it and you feel guilty about it, don't you, Scott?”
Theo watched the gears turn behind Scott's eyes. Having a mindless slave was no fun. Leaving Scott and Derek with just enough self-awareness to know what was going on, yet being powerless to stop it, was entertaining. Especially since Theo could press on the buttons that Scott was obsessed with, his body and his cock. And now Scott would have to march back out to the cookout with this knowledge.
And his cock started to chub in his pants.
”See, I knew you would see it my way. Just relax, Scott, you're still the alpha.” Theo helps Scott up and begins to straighten him out. As disheveled as Theo wanted Scott to be, Scott still needed to maintain some semblance of a reputation. Theo had just discolored it slightly.
However, the chimera turns Scott around and places his lips up against Scott's ear.
”But you're also my bitch. ”