Jackson Whittemore had a good life.
Adopted, he didn't know very much about his birth parents, but his parents now were good ones. He was dating a gorgeous girl, he was popular, he was the captain of the LaCrosse team and Swim team at his high school, and he had good grades.
But here's the thing... Scott McCall, a loser, a nobody, suddenly seemed to get strangely good at LaCrosse. He was fast, strong, and suddenly, even Lydia was interested in him! Jackson tracked down the reason why he was suddenly so good at things, and it turns out, werewolves are pretty much real. He got the big Alpha guy to bite him, and it didn't seem to really work other than make him have problems controlling his... urges. You see, Jackson Whittemore was the perfect son to hide away what was wrong with him. His father has always talked about how bad it was, and his mother had always said how wrong and against God it was, but he couldn't help it.
He liked boys.
The very first one he had a little crush one was a skinny and loud mouthed boy named Stiles. He reacted badly, bullying the boy and ending up making them become practically enemies, which made him sad at the time, but now that he has grown, he understands that he and Stiles would never happen. Then, he suppressed his desires but kept a good friendship with his best friend Danny- His parents liked Danny and called him a "good one," which he always complained about... How many times has he cried on Danny's shoulder, not knowing why he hated himself so badly? He understood that he liked men and that it was wrong of his parents to hate people based on their sexuality, but he still couldn't help but hate that part of himself every moment he felt a little bit of lust or desire for other boys.
Then he got bitten, and suddenly his whole life fucking changed. A new guy rolled in town, tall, buff, and pretty much someone you'd describe as a "bad kid" or "punk bad boy." Tattoos, sleeveless shirts, and piercings on his ear! He was pretty silent, not speaking much with others. He just walked in class and said his name: "Dorian." A single word, then he just walked forward and sat down right behind Jackson, a seat that has been vacant ever since he and Lydia broke up - I mean, they were still friends, but Lydia was practically obsessed over her "reputation" as the queen bee of the high school.
That class was spent rather quickly, the new guy - Dorian, his mind sweetly recalled - was pretty chill most of the time, but then there was this single moment when Jackson caught Dorian's scent and he felt his legs go weak, his mind go numb, and his dick go hard. And he seemed to notice it because he just gave Jackson a look before a cocky smirk came over his lips, and Jackson wanted to fucking kiss him so bad - Then he snapped out of whatever had happened, a blush coming over his cheeks as he felt a part of himself... wagging? 'What the fuck?'
And that was how he first met Dorian.
The guy was... Well, a bad boy. He would smoke out in the parking lot when it was lunchtime. He'd sit by himself in the library, and he'd fiddle with this small dagger on his hand when no one was looking. He had various tattoos over his arms and neck, and Jackson almost wanted him to try out for any sport so he could see him naked- Okay! What the fuck!? 'Stop it.' He told that annoying part of himself that just wanted to go to the guy and present, whatever that meant! "Urgh..." Jackson held his head between his hands as a headache was coming over his mind, Danny just softly sighed as he pushed a bottle of water to him: "So... boy problems?"
"Well, yeah." Jackson sighed again, feeling a weight come to his body: "But you know..." He just gestured to the cafeteria, making Danny smile a little sad. Jackson's parents would probably disown him due to his sexuality, so he doesn't come out to them. "...you could talk to me about it." Jackson knew he could, Danny was always there for him, as a good friend always would. "It's just... the new guy, he's messing with my head."
"Well, I'll take it as a compliment." Jackson froze as did Danny, the new guy, Dorian, was just suddenly there! "It was a compliment, wasn't it, cutie?" He had that same hot and confident smirk on his lips, a red lollipop on his hand that his tongue licked over while he kept eye contact with him: "Uh..." Jackson didn't know how to react. His brain turned off momentarily as he just stared at that tongue moving, and his mind was filled with naughty thoughts that made him feel almost ashamed of himself for a split second: "I see it was." He kept that cocky smirk on his face as he looked over at Danny for a split second, making Jackson break free from the "spell" that had been placed on him by the hot guy. "I noticed you've been... watching me, haven't you?" He didn't even turn to look at him as his inxed finger touched Jackson's chin and lifted it up a little bit. He was confused for a split second before a thumb touched his lips, and Dorian got up from his seat, smiling as he said: "Open up." Jackson didn't even think about it for a moment as his lips parted, and he took off the lollipop from his lips and put it on his mouth: "Enjoy." He winked as he walked away as Jackson closed his mouth.
...
His face waa red, wasn't it?
-Scene Cut-
So. Gay thoughts.
Having them is nice and all, but when your mind js full of them - and about a specific man - it is called a crush. Jackson Whittemore was experiencing such a thing, and he was not happy about it.
He fucking sucked that lollipop whipe thinking about his dick, and he is so fucking ashamed of it. Danny actually pushed him to just talk to the guy, but Jackson couldn't even look at him without blushing a little and feeling like an idiot, so he tried to keep his distance from the guy. Obviously, this backfired, because Danny fucking cornered him in the library while also sending the guy himself to just go there and corner him.
Which worked.
"So, standing here all by yourself, handsome?" The easy and flirtatious way the guy could just talk to him was very intimidating, and he fucking hated how flustered he felt. "Oh, is that a cute blush I see?" Just as easily, the guy got on his personal space and Jackson just felt really fucking flustered and excited that he was so close, he wanted to fucking hug the guy so fucking much that when he noticed what he was doing, the guy had a fucking cocky smirk on his lips as he hugged him back: "Huh, that's cute... You're purring."
Oh shit.
Jackson's eyes widened when he noticed that he was doing this weird sound with his throat, vibrating sensations going through his chest, and throat. "No, don't stop." When he tried to pull back, Dorian groaned as he held him tighter, and Jackson forgot everything and let himself relax, purring once again: "You're such a cute wolfy..." His eyes widened as his whole body went cold, but the next words calmed him down: "Don't worry, little guy, I'm not going to do anything to you..." But the next words made him let out this embarrassing whine: "Unless you want me to."
And oh fuck, did he want it to. He literally dreamed of it once, and that was the hottest wet dream he had!
"Let me tell you a little secret, cutie..." His hands softly touched his neck, and Jackson felt his lips touch his ear as he whispered softly: "I have magic."
Jackson's eyes widened.
Meanwhile, Dorian himself grinned inside his own mind as a small little window popped up:
[You've shared a secret with your mate. Affection meter will rise.]
Yes, this was something good... A mate, as far as he is aware, is the werewolf way to say someone's your soulmate and one and only. Dorian woke up two years ago with this screen in front of his eyes, and since then, a lot of things have happened to him. He has also received many things from this system, mainly information for abilities he himself had to develop, so this system is only good to give him in-depth information of things around him... And a few boons he received after going through harsh things.
Ah, and show him what he already knows.
[Status]
Name: Doriannis Dragan Devirus (Dorian)
Race: Human (Spark)
Age: 19
Work: Mercenary, Witch for Hire, Handyman
Power Level - S
Boons - [1001 Languages], [Calm Minded], [Magical Body]
Knowledge -
[Ancient Fey Language], [Fey Runic Language], [Elemental Magic], [Rune Magic], [Pagan Witchcraft], [Alchemy], [Advanced Alchemy], [Werewolf History], [Ancient Knowledge - Primordial Magic], [Ancient Knowledge - Rituals], [Beasts and Monsters], [Destruction of Paradise - Heavenly and Demonic Magic], [Contract Magic], [Enchanting], [Magic Item Crafting], [Ancient Druidic Magic and Rituals], [Ancient Knowledge - Godslaying Magic], [Ritual Magic]
Familiars -
Van Ohmis the 1st - White Stoat
Lucifer - Black Rabbit
What was he doing right now? Well, imagine when he gets a job that involves gathering information about a pack of wolves from a rather rich man... He gets all the credentials he needs to get into this school where apparently this Pack goes to (Who turns teenagers!?) and his mission was to find out who was part of this pack, that's it, and he'd get 10 million easy. 'But...' Somehow, he found something very rare - Soulmates are a thing. They happen when the soul feels a very strong connection to another, which only happens when the souls have about 90% to 100% compatibility.
And his soul found its match.
'There's no way I'm doing that job...' Yeah, no, fuck that guy. He quickly and mentally looked over who was the buyer, remembered the guy's information, and decided to meet the Alpha of his little soulmate. "So, cutie, what do you say... go out with me?"
Of course, after a date.