Third Chance.

“Yeah, I’m heavy.” He grunted, gripping Aiden’s neck. His arms were still icy cold and he didn’t have nearly as much power or control in his fingers as he should, but he was slowly healing and regaining control. “I’m not some weak bitch like you’re used to fighting. You are the weak bitch here. Bitch.”

He smirked at Aiden, his free hand patting the hellhound’s cheek. Because of his still limited sensation, every pat was more like a slap. “But if you’ll be good, maybe I’ll let you be my bitch instead of my punching bag. This is starting to get old anyway. The whole cold fire thing was a good move, but not good enough. I guess you’re probably used to that, though.”

    Beacon Hills certainly did have its fair share of weak bitches, but Aiden refused to believe he had sunk so low that he could be considered among their dismal ranks. He had been fighting alongside his brother for so long it was clear he had become too familiar with someone else to take advantage of the openings he created and vice versa. Hell, it would have just helped a great deal to have an extra set of fists to work over the mountain of muscle currently laid out over him like some sort of avalanche.

“You… of all people should hate me… how can you stand there and not! I hate me for you.”

Mason couldn’t be more awed by what was happening. He could still barely believe that Aiden was under his control. Part of him still expect Aiden just to punch him at any moment, but that goofy grin was so uncharacteristic for the grumpy werewolf. Watching his powerful muscles work as he continued to do push ups was mouth-watering. His hands ran over Aiden’s shoulders and arms from his seat on the naked man’s back.

“Okay, stop for now.” He answered, a hand caressing the muscular curve of Aiden’s tight ass. He licked his lips, thinking about what else he could have Aiden do for him. But all that he could think of right now were how to keep seeing more of the other male’s athletic body. And then it occurred to him. “Do some jumping jacks for me.” He ordered, licking his lips as he got to his feet, eagerly waiting the change to see Aiden bouncing and the wonderful things that would come as a result.

    The trance was not dissimilar to a heavy fog descending across his brain. His thoughts and judgements were all deeply inhibited by whatever Liam and Mason had done to him, meaning the only sound he wished to hear and obey was Mason’s voice. Just hearing each command had the once strong and lethal werewolf rendered into a ridiculously manipulative state... like he hungered to achieve that obedience he had been fighting against for so much of his life. The only downside was Aiden’s jelly-like brain was following Mason’s command to the letter.

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Mason’s jaw hung slack as Aiden stripped in front of him. God, Aiden’s body was to die for. “And – and I always want you to call me your guy.” He added, licking his lips as he stared at the fabric being so easily ripped away from the other man’s perfect musculature. The big cock draping over equally impressive balls was just a very big added bonus to the overall image of masculine perfection that was unfolding in front of him.

Mason watched as Aiden followed the instructions, his big dick glancing along the floor with every push up. Mason moved close, sitting on Aiden’s back to give him more resistance. Aiden was so strong, so sexy. His fingers ran through Aiden’s hair. He owed Liam literally everything. This was the best present he’d ever gotten. Talk about a great friend. He could just watch this for hours. There was so much exploring he could do with Aiden’s body in this position before he had him do something else.

    “ Sure thing, my guy, ” Aiden responded to the request without a moment of hesitation. Despite the fact he was still in the process of going through a number of push ups until prompted to stop, he still wore a hopelessly goofy grin plastered across his face when being addressed by Mason.

Danny grinned against Aiden’s shoulder, shaking his head at the question. A hand slid towards the pink tip, teasing over the sensitive head gently. “Am I? I was thinking I was in exactly the right bathroom.” He commented, nosing into the grumpier twin’s muscular shoulder. “You look like you barely got any sleep. Ethan’s in his room sleeping like a baby. Thanks to me. I could show you a few of my tricks. Make sure you get some rest…” He offered, licking his lips as the fingers of his other hand moved down to feel Aiden’s bulging, low-hanging balls.

Surely Aiden wouldn’t be able to resist the offer. Good sleep. A chance to empty his over-filled balls. Someone who might actually be able to handle that oversized cock that even managed to put his twin brother to shame. Wins all around. Did it really matter if that person also had a dick? Danny certainly hoped not. He was dying to take care of Aiden.

“What do you say? We could hang out for a while. Ethan says I’m great company. Aren’t you a little curious?”

    This should have been much more weird for Aiden. To stand in his bathroom with cock and balls on full display and his brother’s boyfriend there to keep him company. But the hands massaging his junk were warm and soft to the touch, provoking a long and low groan to croak past Aiden’s lips while his head slowly rolled back until it was leaning on Danny’s shoulder and  tired eyes could meet the fluorescence of the bulb above. Aiden honestly didn’t know if he was feeling more aroused by the treatment or annoyed at the intrusion.

    “ Fine... ” he eventually agreed, not even bothering to hike up his pyjama pants or forcibly remove the hands still greedily groping at his privates. Instead he dragged Danny along with him out of the bathroom and over to his bed in preparation to get back down and comfortable on his mattress. If he was gonna fuck right now, then he was gonna fuck comfortable. “ Kinda funny. Always told Ethan you were too much of a slut to date seriously... didn’t realise how right I was til now. ”

Chris just smirked at the reaction. He grabbed Aiden by the hips and pulled him right back where he was. “That’s good. But I didn’t give you permission to move.” He chastised, his hands once again rubbing along rubbing over Aiden’s lotion-covered ass. The hunter rubbed into Aiden’s muscular ass, still boldly dipping his fingers into the crack between his cheeks. Aiden would learn that he was the man of the house, and could do as he pleased as a result. It was one of the many rules that Aiden would learn.

It was going to be good having someone else in the house again. He had been getting a little too cozy being all on his own. Another person around, even just Aiden, could be good for the older man after the loss of his family. He let his finger tease along Aiden’s hole for a little longer before he finally let go of the tight little ass.

“Alright, you can get up now.” Chris permitted, clearing his throat and leaning back in his seat.

    The least amount of credit attributed to Argent right now was the fact this was definitely a new brand of punishment for Aiden to experience. Enough to catch the vicious werewolf off guard and rattle away at his senses. Despite the soothing sensations of the lotion sinking into the smooth - if reddened - skin of his rump, there was something more uncomfortable about the aftercare than the punishment he had been forced to endure. Something about the way those fingers persisted and lingered in places they weren’t welcome.

    Aiden was quick to pick himself up and drag himself off of the hunter’s lap. The only thing redder than his ass cheeks was his face, flooded with a ruddy shade of embarrassment. He didn’t even know when his fangs had broken through and now jutted out past his lips, his glare being focused on Argent as he attempted to hike his pants back up over his cheeks without hissing with pain.

“You might be the first person outside of Jersey who said Bon Jovi is pretty good” he joked while taking a sip of his drink “and you’re right, I’m at leas a three drinks in person before I start acting out”

In truth, Abram knew how to remain stone cold sober even if he had to drink for a job. The last thing he needed was to be off his game when dealing with monsters like this Aiden person. That didn’t mean he couldn’t act the part if need be. “So, is it too forward to ask what brings you here, well, besides the quality company of course” he teased.

    The alcohol at the bar was of no threat to Aiden. While he had learned the talent to hide his scent from others of his kind, he lacked the ability to suppress his healing factor enough that he could even get close to being properly intoxicated. Even the strongest drink on offer would only briefly deter him before his body broke down the harmful chemicals.

“Be gentle, that brush seems rough,” Ben replied while moving one of his hands forward. It quickly found its place against Aiden’s skin, resting against his hip, half of it against the rough fabric of his pants and the other against his soft skin. His thumb reactively gently brushed against his skin, a move he has used so many times that now it just happens. 

“And don’t be shy, you can get as close as you need to,” He added while pulling him closer, in reality, this was just a test. He doesn’t know Aiden a lot so he isn’t even sure that he is into guys that’s why he asked him to come to this party with him, to test him, to see if he would make a move on him but he has been so busy with work that he forgot about it for most of it, but the night was young and fortunately, they still had time. 

. . .

    Aiden did try his level best to paint along the imprinted contours across Ben’s body. The last thing he wanted to be was the grown man who couldn’t even colour within the lines, even as Ben continued to make things harder the more he subtly rubbed and directed Aiden’s body to move in closer against his own. This would have been all so much easier if he had just been allowed to draw some dicks on the guys back without his knowledge... but no, that would probably ruin the guy’s reputation at the party he had planned and - for some reason - Aiden didn’t really want that.

There was some things that Max knew of supernatural folks, mostly that their constitution was much greater than their human counterparts; so the reveal wasn’t entirely a shock to him. “So a warm beverage that can be customized to high heavens isn’t tasty or calming for you at all?” He challenged the assumption that the drink didn’t provide anything for the other; sure it might not perk the other up, but there had to be some sort of gain from the act of consumption. “That doesn’t seem to be far off your base line Aiden.” The detective snorts playfully, smiling a little at the small dig at the other who wore a scowl like a piece of armor.

“All the meat, gotcha.” He hums as it seemed a little typical of the other to fall into the stereotype of a very carnivorous meal; but he could just simply like that taste. Max really hated not having enough information to go off of. “I think I’ll have the same with fries, sweet potato if they can swing it; being my cheat day and all.” Max states his plans for the meal, glancing over to the waitress who nods as she steps over to take down their order; neither excited or impressed that someone was disturbing her that early in the morning.

“So what else kid?” The detectives eyes drift across the room and eventually settle on the male across from him; hardening his gaze the way he does while sitting across from a potential person of interest, a subtle act of intimidation at times though he was really just honing in on the body language of the other. “Had any more thoughts on the case thus far?” Max inquiries as he clears his throat, steepling his hands and resting his chin upon the apex of his fingers.

    The detective appeared determined in his attempt to push at Aiden’s buttons until he found the combination that would provoke some sort of reaction out of him. The point over the coffee did earn a small – if brief – smile from Aiden before he glanced over to see where the few members of staff were. “ That might be true, but I don’t think this place is winning any awards for their two dollar coffee, ” Aiden responded, bringing his gaze back to the detective sitting across from him. “ Besides… half the staff here look like they’re regulars on America’s Most Wanted. ”

    A face was also made when he heard the other was choosing to eat up some sweet potato fries. He doubted a place of this quality would be happily dishing up the healthier alternatives for its customers when most who came in here were probably content with the half-cooked messes they were presented. Though maybe Aiden was just being overly critical… for all he knew this place could be the best diner in the city.

    He doubted it though.

    “ Right, the case… ” Aiden trailed off, waiting for the sour-faced waitress to move back away before he began to indulge the detective. He rubbed briefly into his brow like it would somehow get all his thoughts flowing, looking back over the information he had received over the last hour. “ The killer definitely knew what they were fighting. You don’t take out a werewolf – even an omega – without a solid fight on your hands. Unless they took them surprised and had some pretty high tech gear… but the body wasn’t decapitated and I couldn’t smell any toxins so… that seems real unlikely. ”

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Finding the other completely out of it in his forest had been quite the shock. Animals and plants alike had been telling him that something was amiss, and he finally realized why. It took days, but the man’s body was finally healing itself. Riley had a few plants that definitely helped speed up the process, and he supposed it didn’t hurt that the other wasn’t human as well. 

Riley was sitting near the other man’s bed with his feet and legs folded underneath himself as he meditated. Hearing the man begin to awake, Riley broke the trance. Having been monitoring a local village’s crops and making sure that they were destined to be fruitful. 

“Try not to move to much. Your healing may be enhanced, but you had some pretty deep wounds.” Riley said as he approached, sitting softly on his bed. “You’re at my temple. My name is Riley. The god of love, lust, and plants.” 

. . .

    Pain proved to be a constant part of his revitalisation experience. No matter how often he was felled, it appeared something or someone was mighty keen on not allowing him a moment’s rest. Someone had once suggested it to be a blessing from someone looking out for him, but more recently it was beginning to feel like payback for some action he had committed in the past. Not surprising. Aiden had made a lot of mistakes in his life - typically at the expense and misfortune of others. Preferably, even.

    This was new though. Aiden had become painfully familiar with waking up in the middle of forests or the woods - and even in the occasional morgue from time to time - so it was a confusing thing to awaken with the plushness of a soft, comforting mattress supporting his body as it thrust him back into the world of the awake and alive.

Boyd’s eyes burned with anger, glowing gold as the full strength of his werewolf took over. Aiden got him for the moment, but that wouldn’t stand. His arms were mending quickly from the cold Aiden had inflicted on him, but it had been surprisingly extreme coming from such a weak dog. As Aiden charged him again, he still wasn’t ready to fight back appropriately even with the healing factor surging through his arms.

But he wasn’t down just because his weren’t back just yet. Boyd leaned down, charging Aiden as he closed the space between them. He slammed his shoulder into Aiden’s and pushed him back a few long strides before they went down together with the hellhound taking Boyd’s full weight on top of him. Aiden would have to try harder if he wanted to take Boyd down.

    He would have liked to see his sudden surge of power take greater effect. Hell, he was beginning to feel like the only way he could take this mountain of muscle and vengeance was through some grand advantage or intervention. But just because Boyd’s powerful arms were such a massive threat didn’t mean that taking them out completely removed him from play. Aiden was discovering that the hard way.

    His body slammed down against the ground hard. It was like being run down by a bulldozer that hated his guts. Removing the hefty weight from atop of him should have been easy, but Boyd seemed too persistent in rooting himself to the spot and pressing his weight down so hard that Aiden just might be having some small trouble catching his breath. At least he could still use his arms to try rolling this heavy bitch off of him.

Ethan arched his brow at his brother and grinned at him conspiratorially. “Dude, you wanna get it from my boyfriend too? you’re in luck. I bet he’d be down for giving it to my brother along with the resident true alpha. Bet you’re ready to take on two at once, you big slut.” He joked, tensing his bicep reflexively at the touch.

“Aiden, are you coming onto me now? Man, you must really be getting into guys.” He joked, punching his brother’s arm playfully. “Did you call me chump or hunk? because only one of those are true.” He added with a wink. Ethan would have happily paid to have twin telepathy to hear Aiden’s thoughts about Scott. But sadly, all he could do was tease his brother until he got annoyed and eventually shut down so he could spend more time off getting pegged – which was now going to be Ethan’s code word for whatever Aiden actually did with Lydia.

    Aiden had to laugh at his brother’s persistence in attempting to rile him up. To provoke that little something in him that was always so short-tempered and insecure when it came towards his sexuality - especially when held in stark comparison to his brother’s own. But Aiden wouldn’t let it be so successful today as he was in a downright good mood. Some how.

    “ You got me. Your brother, the slut, ” he winked and slapped his hand rough and playful against Ethan’s bicep. He turned to adjust the nozzles, adding more heat and more steam to their shared shower. “ If I didn’t know better, it sounds like you’re real keen on hooking me up with the resident alpha. Should I worry? ”