#beaconsluts

      This was not how this was supposed to go down. He was in Beacon Hills investigating a few unusual incidents when these two got the drop on him. From their discussion since he’d woken up about ‘what’ he was, Bobby suspected they were part of what he was looking for. Bobby tried to speak, and it was only then that he noticed the gag in his mouth.

Andrew smiled as he looked the younger man over with a small smile. Scott certainly was a beauty in his own right. Standing up and walking over to the boy, resting his hand on the other’s back. “What are you doing, my sweet?” He had an easy smile on his face. “How about we go shopping, darling? We can buy you some new clothes.” Truth be told he’d buy Scott anything the boy would want. He just wanted to shower the young man in gifts.

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Jace hadn’t been too sure about attending the Halloween party at the Hinter’s Moon, Halloween was a day notorious for increased demonic activity and a pain in the ass for Shadowhunters, but since he, Alec, and Isabelle had been granted the night off by the head of he institute who just so happened to be Alec himself, what else was he to do. Simon had offered to take him trick or treating since he’d never been before but Clary had said he was too o;d for that so he declined. Which led to him here, on the dance floor after being forced away from the bar by my and suddenly finding himself sandwiched between two hot guys in very sexy costumes.

Bingo. No, really—it wouldn’t matter where it hits; the drug would course onto the beast just the same. But with what that sting of a dart had within it, Zach found some perverse and poetic thrill on how it landed squarely at the peak of the beast’s muscle tit. Close enough for a bull’s eye at the nub, but he’s not complaining that he didn’t get the mark—more so as the mighty Peter Hale continued on with his rampage; all unwitting that the more rush of his blood, the quicker the claim onto his body. Sure it wasn’t the Argent way, nor any way of a hunter, but they’re all damn stupid for killing what could easily be used. Shirt tattered… muscles exposed… power brandished… they’re all stupid indeed.

“Hey, daddy!” Zach taunted as he waved his rifle—as if to admit his crime. “I hope you’re not getting too slow for your age!”

Becoming an Alpha wasn’t something Scott had ever planned on and now that it had happened, well, he was finding it more than a little overwhelming. He was doing his best at the moment, trying to keep his pack together or just really figure out who was in his pack and who wasn’t. That’s why he’d initially shown up at Derek, to figure out if the older werewolf saw him as his Alpha, accepted him in the role or not. Of course Scott had come across Derek in his loft when he’d been apparently fixing things up from the last time this place had been damaged from another attack. Which is how Scott got to this, trying to talk to Derek about all of this only to get distracted when the tank top came off and Derek’s sweat glistened body came into full view - showing off just how powerful he looked, his arms as big as Scott’s head and a chest that stood proud. He was built like a Greek God and Scott couldn’t help but feel a flush to his face and his mind becoming distracted as he gazed at him. He snapped out of it when Derek spoke, brown eyes widening in surprise at his choice of words. “What? I...Derek, I’m being serious here” Scott tried to get back on to the topic he came here to discuss. Swallowing a little when he flexed for the new Alpha, Scott liked to think he took care of himself and was strong but Derek was a whole other category. “And since when did you start calling me by that nickname? Either way I came here to talk about something important Derek. I’m an Alpha now and that’s something we need to discuss, whether you accept that or not.”

It was just the Parker luck for this to happen to him, he was brand new to the school and this was his first day and he’d already managed to embarrass himself completely. He hadn’t realized anyone was still in here, it wasn’t like Peter was on the team or anything and had just come here because the hot water wasn’t working and Aunt May had said it be at least another couple of days before they’d have it working again. So Peter figured at the end of the day he’d have a chance to use one of the school showers before heading off and it was late enough that nobody should be around, right? Apparently not. 

He’d been heading to one of the shower blocks when he’d heard what sounded like a shower still running. Maybe someone hadn’t turned it off when they’d left, which Peter should of realized was a rather ridiculous thing to assume rather than the idea that someone might be using it. But never the less he pulled back the shower curtain and nearly fell backwards at what he saw. Two boys, no more than perhaps a year older then him completely naked and under the water - two identical boys at that. They were tall, taller than Peter for sure, with pale skin and sharp features and lean bodies that looked both strong and beautiful. Standing there himself with his brown doe eyes wide, his own compact and tight body on display. After a second of staring they broke the silence, asking him what he was looking at and accusing him of being a pervert. “W-what? No! No, god I’m so sorry. I...I didn’t mean, I just came for a shower and thought everybody would be gone. I really am sorry, I...I’ll just go” He babbled, quickly moving to shut the curtain again and grab his stuff to go quickly and deal with the huge amount of humiliation and social suicide that had just occurred as well as try not to think about just how beautiful those twins had been.