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Jackson honestly wasn’t expecting it, a low whine slipping out as his back was forced straight, slammed into the wall. He took a moment to breathe, unable to stop trembles from running through his body.
“Ow,” he exhaled, taking another moment before meeting Peter’s eyes. A single claw dug into the bullet hole, that was still oozing, mercilessly. Jackson gritted his teeth, eyes closing tightly as he worked not to scream.
“Why did you get in front of me?” Peter demanded, breath hitting Jackson right in the face, making him want to curl in on himself.
“You can just thank me and move on,” he breathed out shallowly.
They’d been playing this game too long and Jackson knew that Peter saw right through him. It didn’t seem to matter. He couldn’t stop his feeble attempts at pride. Especially when they’d been scrabbling for the position at Derek’s side for almost four months now. Peter dug his claw in further. Jackson whined again, higher pitched. His eyes started to burn and he cursed internally.
“You don’t get to do that Jackson,” Peter gritted out. “You don’t get to play martyr. You and I both know it’s not your thing.” Jackson shoved him back with what little strength he had left.
“I’m hardly a martyr if I’m still alive. Get the **** over yourself,” he spat, moving again for the stairs. God he just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep. Maybe for a month. He didn’t even make it two steps before Peter was on him again, giving him a firm shake before shoving him back into the wall. Jackson went ahead and let himself sag, head lolling to his shoulder.
“It is not your job to protect me.”
“It is if you’re being a dumbass,” Jackson returned with a weak smirk.
“I was fine!” There was another slam to emphasize the statement and Jackson groaned. “You’re still a child,” Peter told him. “Give up this pathetic attempt at leadership. It’s my place.” Another slam and Jackson could feel his temper slithering up his skin, settling into muscles as it sizzled over bone.
He swung his body, forcing Peter’s into the wall. One hand shoved to Peter’s throat, hard enough to show he meant it.
“We both know you go crazy with power Hale. Why do you think Derek hasn’t just given you the position yet? How long would it be before you skinned us all for rugs?” Peter snarled eyes flashing as he threw Jackson a few feet. Jackson landed on the steps awkwardly, each sharp point reverberating through his entire body. He laid still for a moment too long and Peter jumped to hold him there, one hand echoing Jackson’s previous hold. Jackson swallowed slowly as he realized the gravity of his mistake. He was weak, tired. This was much more dangerous than it had been a moment before.
“I hurt you just enough to keep you in your place,” Peter breathed hot in his ear. Jackson shivered again. Wished he could blame it on blood loss. Peter hummed and Jackson could all but feel the vibrations through the air between them. As he had the thought Peter lowered his body hovering just over Jackson’s. “So…tempting,” Peter continued, making Jackson tremble again. His fingertips walked up Jackson’s chest, teasing his chin up so their eyes met again. “So vulnerable,” he added. “You’re like a bunny with a switchblade Jackson. If you’d only put it down…” He gave a sigh, eyes raking Jackson’s form. Jackson searched desperately for his anger. He thought if he tried to bare his teeth now he’d only end up begging for Peter to stop teasing and just- begging he thought with disgust. That wasn’t something werewolves did. That wasn’t something he’d be doing. Not anymore. Never again.
He swung both his feet underneath Peter’s just before shoving him back by the shoulders. The next second Jackson was on his feet, five steps higher.
“Don’t hold your breath old man. You can’t afford any more oxygen deprivation to that charred up brain of yours.”
“Oh that hurts Jackson. I would think an orphan such as yourself would know not to cross that line.” Jackson’s lips curled in a snarl.
“You’d better watch your back. Next time I won’t be there.” Jackson was up the stairs, pushing into his room before he heard a response.
“Yes you will.”
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