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The Casting and Crew
"Wow," Allison said in amazement as she packed the last bit of paperwork into her briefcase. "Just wow!"
"I know," Lydia added. "I mean, I was expecting them to have great chemistry- but it was like they weren't even acting at all." She fanned her face off with her well-manicured hand, "It was almost too hot."
Allison giggled at her friend, "You don't usually go for male omegas." She tilted her head to the side, "Alphas either, for that matter!"
"If they're that attractive I do," Lydia said with a sultry smile as she threw on her jacket. "We couldn't have found a better Gage and Warren pair if we tried."
"They fit the parts perfectly!" Allison exclaimed throwing her arms into the air. "I can't believe that I was worried about turning my books into a movie. The two hardest parts to cast have been filled, and thanks to you and dad, the other characters were matched up too! I'm actually starting to get excited about this!"
"Would I ever lead you astray?" Lydia said, raising her eyebrow skeptically. "I can't wait to start our new fully-cast press releases. All the fans will be drooling."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Lyds," Allison said with a smile. She picked up her briefcase and made her way to the door of the office she shared with Lydia. Pierce & Dagger Studios was kind enough to let them set up on location so that they could each be hands on in the paper-to-box office process. (It also didn't hurt that half of the Pierce & Dagger duo was Chris Argent, Allison's father.) "The screenplay still has to be finished, and I think it might be nice to let the cast and crew meet at least once before you start parading them around."
"Whatever you say, mom," Lydia said with a smile. She linked her arm through her best friend's arm as they left the office, locking the door behind them. "For now, let's go dancing again. We can celebrate our fantastic casting abilities and maybe even find someone to take home..."
"Does it always have to be dancing and sex with you?" Allison asked with a laugh. "Couldn't we go to a nice dinner or coffee shop?"
"I highly doubt I'll be able to find a suitable one night stand at a coffee shop," Lydia said rolling her eyes. "But if you insist that we try, I guess that will have to do." Allison shook her head at her friend's antics, knowing that they would probably end back up dancing at a club before the night was through anyway.
ALPHAVILLE
Earlier...
"Do you know what would have happened had I not been here, Gage?" Warren Hills asked furiously.
Of course he understood the risks. He was an omega living undercover as an alpha. He loosened the black tie around his neck as he answered, "My cover would've been blown." He began to mumble in annoyance as he fought with his tie, his shaking hands making the action difficult. Warren approached him from behind. He turned to face the stern-looking alpha. "It's not like I left my suppressants on purpose!" he fired back, growling as the other male kept coming closer. His unexpected heat was coming on fast after the six months he'd been required to use suppressants. He was not in the mood to be talked at like a child.
"You would have been killed on the spot," Warren scowled. "Don't forget that." He grabbed the omega's expensive grey suit jacket and pulled him forward, reveling in how the other male's breathing hitched in arousal at the rough-handling. "You're mine," he growled. "If you have to die, it will be by my hand."
Gage whimpered at the alpha's tone, instinctively trying to pull away from him but wanting to lose himself in the deep baritone voice at the same time. The last few months he'd spent as an alpha were confusing his natural omega instincts. "I'm sorry."
Warren's icy eyes warmed at the apology. He released Gage's jacket, "I am too." He placed his slightly larger hand on the other's cheek, feeling the heat radiating from him in waves. "I can't control my temper when you do something reckless."
Gage smiled despite himself, pressing his cheek against the other's cool hand. "Like going undercover as an alpha to infiltrate the world's foremost intelligence agency?"
"Like that," Warren chuckled. "And now," he began as his eyes flashed red, giving his omega a heated once over, "it's time to take care of my omega."
Gage mewled as the alpha roughly turned him around, holding his hands together behind his back so he wouldn't be able to get free- not that he wanted to- and quickly bent him over the closest piece of furniture in their Parisian safe house. All things considered, the cool glossy-oak table top felt like a million dollars pressed against his heated cheek. Forgetting his suppressants was the biggest mistake he had ever made in his entire career, and he shuddered to think what would've happened had an alpha besides Warren gotten to him first. "Thank you," he said softly as the bigger male pressed himself against his back, "for finding me."
Warren kissed the nape of Gage's neck, slowly releasing his hands so that his own could slide under the omega's sweat-soaked button-down. "Don't thank me just yet," the alpha breathed against the omega's ear, "I'm still going to punish you." With practiced accuracy, Warren's skilled fingers found the slightly raised skin of his mark on the sensitive skin just above Gage's left hip. He felt the omega grow still in anticipation, undoubtedly knowing what was about to happen. He gently raked his nails over the spot, causing the omega to moan. Warren smirked, pressing himself even closer to the omega as he scraped his nails even harder over the spot.
Gage screamed in pleasure, eyes flashing scarlet as he grabbed onto the table and unconsciously tried to pull himself away from the attention on his over-sensitized mark. "Y-you're... pl-playing dir... ty."
"Don't I always?" Warren asked huskily, his warm breath tickling the shell of Gage's ear as goosebumps spread across his body.
"I think we've got what we need here," Chris Argent interrupted. "Well done."
Stiles looked over at the older man as he straightened back up. "Thank you, sir," he said triumphantly, rocking his hips back against Derek. He spun around quickly, offering up his hand awkwardly because of how close Derek still was. "It was a pleasure working with you, Derek," he said internally laughing at his intended pun.
Derek smiled and released his boyfriend, taking a step back to accept the offered hand at a less awkward angle. "The pleasure was all mine."
After clearing her throat, Allison finally spoke up. "Stiles, that was a splendid job... And, I guess it's safe to tell you that you've got the part. You and Derek have better chemistry than I ever could've hoped for!" She slid out of her seat and bounced over to the acting duo. "Congratulations," she said as she pulled Stiles into a hug.
"But, don't forget that no one can know you've been selected until our first press release," Lydia said as she walked over to join them, Chris gathering the folders and taking off in a different direction. "I'll have a full schedule of dates and events emailed to the address you left in your file." She reached out to shake Stiles's hand. "And you can run back by wardrobe to get your clothes. I'll get Erica to come back and-"
"I'll take him," Derek supplied. "I'll need to head that way for a meeting soon anyway."
"Perfect," Lydia and Allison said together. "Stiles, we'll be heading to our office if you need anything before you head out," Lydia said with a smile. "We look forward to working with you."
"It's an honor," Stiles said with a little bow before he started to follow Derek off the set. "See you girls soon!" he waved.
Once they were out of earshot, Stiles rubbed his still tingling hip and whispered, "That was such a dirty move."
"I thought you could handle it," Derek said with a laugh as they walked past the previously busy work stations.
"Where is everyone?" Stiles asked when he noticed that everyone appeared to be gone. "And I can handle it," he said defensively.
"Everyone's going to lunch early today so they won't miss the big production meeting this afternoon," Derek answered. "I was just trying to make the scene as close to the book as possible," he smirked. "Just admit that you loved it."
"It was the hottest experience of my life. Maybe we should explore this whole voyeurism thing one day..." Stiles said with a laugh. Then he lightly punched Derek's arm, "But it's not exactly fair for you to get me all hot and bothered and then just ignore me, even if there is an audience."
"Who says I'm ignoring you?" Derek asked as he lightly grabbed his omega's arm and pulled him into an empty dressing room, locking the door with a soft click as he maneuvered Stiles up onto the vanity's counter top. Derek flipped the light switch, allowing the light bulbs framing the large mirror to create a warm glow around Stiles. It was a beautiful sight. Not for the first time, Derek found himself wondering how he had ever managed to find someone as amazing as Stiles.
"Ugh, Sourwolf," Stiles pouted as he pulled Derek even closer. "This is not the time to get all sappy." He wrapped his legs around Derek's waist and put their foreheads together. "This is our chance to cross public sex off of my rhymes-with-bucket list."
Derek chuckled, "I thought we crossed that off in Paris."
Stiles thought for a minute, kissing a trail from Derek's mouth down to his neck. "Oh yeah..." He tightened his legs around Derek's waist, "I guess this can count as sex at the office then."
"I've got an office you can borrow."
Stiles jumped at the sudden voice, even though it was very faint. "Peter?!" he asked frantically as he looked around the dressing room. The older man was no where to be found.
Derek sighed heavily, pushing Stiles's legs down from his waist and then pulling the omega from the table so he could reach into his back pocket more easily. He pulled the omega's purple phone out. "How long have you been listening, pervert?"
"Hey, don't blame me. It's your omega who can't control his ass. Don't you think it's strange that I'm the only one it ever seems to call?"
"Peter, why don't you just hang up?" Stiles growled.
"And miss all the yummy details?" Peter huffed. "And speaking of yummy, this incident in Paris has me very intrigued. Care to tell me all of the sordid details?"
"Don't you have your own sordid stories?" Derek growled. "Where's Brett?"
"He's mad at me again," Peter said nonchalantly.
"Maybe it's all the creepy perverted phone calls you listen in on," Stiles supplied.
"Not this time," Peter laughed. "He caught me eating lunch with the new secretary and thought I was flirting."
"You're always flirting," Derek and Stiles said together.
"Exactly!" Peter huffed. "That's why I'm at a loss for his outburst. He's ignoring all of my calls, so if you hear from him, let me know."
"Will do. Bye, Peter!" Stiles said quickly. He clicked the end call button, grabbing his phone from Derek and putting it back in his pocket. "That was terrible timing."
"You're pretty good at that," Derek teased.
"Whatever," Stiles laughed. He pushed Derek back a little so he could straighten out his borrowed wardrobe. "There is no way to come back from your creepy uncle: moment officially ruined."
"You know... Brett's probably at the house," Derek said with a slight scowl. "I wish you had never given him that spare key."
"Well, what about the key you gave to Laura?" Stiles asked poking Derek in the chest as he got down from the counter. "Brett only comes over for like a day or two; Laura came over unannounced everyday for like three straight weeks last summer!"
Derek, who was going to try to argue more, shook his head with a laugh. "You're right," he said, leaning forward to kiss Stiles's forehead. "My sister is definitely the worst choice."
"I'm always right, Sourwolf," Stiles smiled. He straightened out Derek's shirt, moving his hands to rest on his boyfriend's defined chest before giving a single pat. "You get to your meeting, and I'll handle Brett." He leaned up to give Derek a peck on the cheek. "And since I did such an amazing job in my audition, I'll require curly fries- a lot of them. I'll see you when you get home." He twirled around to face the door, but before he could leave, Derek grabbed his arm gently.
When Stiles was facing him again, Derek released his arm. "Don't forget to take that suit-"
"With me?" Stiles interrupted with a laugh. "Don't worry, I was going to!"
"Stiles, you know what I meant."
"I know that this suit makes my ass look amazing," Stiles said as he lifted the suit jacket and turned to wiggle his butt. "Had you told me this is what a suit can do for me, then I wouldn't have complained all those times you tried to get me into a suit."
"Stiles," Derek sighed. He took a few slow steps forward, crowding Stiles towards the door.
Stiles's amber eyes darkened as his alpha had him backed up to the door. He bit his lip as Derek's body heat on his front and the cool surface of the door on his back collided in a sensation that left goosebumps crawling up his entire body. "You and I both know how amazing I think your ass is," Derek said as he used his thumb to gently pull Stiles's bottom lip down so he would stop biting it.
"How amazing is it?" Peter asked with a laugh as his distant voice interrupted the couple for the second time.
"You've got to kidding me!" Stiles exclaimed as he started to bang his head lightly on the door.
Derek growled lowly as he retrieved Stiles's phone yet again. "Bye, Peter."
"Wait! I'm going to need to reschedule our meeting." Peter said hurriedly, a slight breathlessness to his voice.
Derek and Stiles both grimaced as they came to the same conclusion, "You and Brett are having sex aren't you?" Stiles said appalled.
"Hey, Stiles..." They heard Brett breathe out.
"Don't be such a prude," Peter chastised just before Derek and Stiles heard a slap and a long moan from Brett. "Let's not forget last Christmas when-"
"Bye, Peter!!!" Stiles exclaimed in a hurry as he frantically ended the call and shoved his phone back in his borrowed pockets. His cheeks were an embarrassing shade of red. He shook his head and exhaled deeply. "I can't believe him!" Stiles fumed. "What part of 'we're NEVER talking about that again' do you perverts not understand?" He turned to open the door, "I need a bubble bath."
Derek laughed as he followed Stiles out, smirking in amusement the entire way from wardrobe- where Stiles changed back into his own clothes- to the main lobby. Stiles's cheeks were no longer as red, but he did grumble under his breath about terrible, pervert uncles as they walked. They split ways at the main entrance so they could get to their own cars.
Derek made a mental note to get extra curly fries and planned on stopping to grab Stiles one of his favorite mint chocolate chip milkshakes on his way home. The omega would probably still be fuming. Peter always knew how to push Stiles's buttons- actually, everyone's buttons. Family holidays for the Hale family were always eventful, and when Derek started adding Stiles to the mix...? Well...
It would be accurate to say that there was never a dull moment.
DrarryTLA
“Allison, is that cutie I got to play dress-up with going to be Gage?” Erica asked as she sighed dreamily, her perfectly angled chin resting atop her steepled hands. “He would be perfect.”
“I was thinking the same thing!” Allison cooed. “You should’ve seen him with Derek today.”
“I bet it was sexy as fuck,” Erica groaned loudly, a few other patrons at Firefox turning to look over at them. “I would pay some serious money to catch that action on film!”
“Erica, you’re worse than Lydia,” Allison laughed.
”What?” Erica asked as she leaned closer to her friend. The music made it hard to hear Allison’s usually soft-spoken voice.
“I said you’re worse than Lydia,” Allison said louder.
The blonde bombshell rolled her eyes, “Oh, please. Been there, done that.” She took a long swig of her beer. “That’s the last time I get talked into drinking body shots laced with wolfsbane.”
“A romantic evening I know you’ll never forget,” Lydia said as she delicately plopped back into her empty seat next to Allison, handing the brunette a fresh drink. “Luckily I have.”
“You’re such a bitch,” Erica said with a sarcastic smile. “You’re not the only one who regrets it.”
“Girls,” Allison said before the cat fight could continue, “We’re here to celebrate, not argue.” She raised her glass of rum and coke, motioning to Erica and then Lydia. “You’re the new Production Director. And you finished casting your best-selling author’s book-turned-television series.”
Erica and Lydia sent one more glare at each other before raising their own glasses. “Cheers to Alphaville,” Lydia said brightly. Allison and Erica followed suit with a laugh.
“You can’t toast Alphaville without the Director,” Peter Hale said with a smile as he approached the table, raising his own glass. “Cheers!”
“Dagger,” Lydia and Allison greeted together, Erica preferring to just roll her eyes. She used to be Peter’s personal assistant and secretary until she finally got promoted to make-up artist. The older alpha was a bitch to work under.
“Please, call me Peter,” he smiled. He perched himself on the empty seat next to Erica. “I didn’t know you ladies knew Firefox… But then again, everyone knows Firefox these days.” After a few quiet seconds, he sipped from his glass and nodded his head back, motioning vaguely towards the balcony. “Well, this has been fun, but I’ve got to get back.”
“Like you can get up there and we can’t,” Erica scoffed. “Unless VIP stands for very important pervert.”
“How else did you think I found you in such a crowded place? The balcony has an amazing view.” Peter laughed heartily at the blonde. “Erica, your blunt charm is why I miss having you around at the office.” He ran one hand threw his attractively styled hair and sighed, “Also, my new PA is going to make Brett leave me.”
“Why?” Lydia asked in amusement. She was beginning to think that the man was a lot more strange than she originally thought. The next few months were going to very interesting.
”I bet he’s pretty,” Erica supplied. “Brett wouldn’t feel threatened if he wasn’t.” She slapped the older man’s arm, “Did you hire him on purpose?”
“I didn’t hire him,” Peter said rolling his eyes, “Brett did.”
“Why would he do that?” Allison asked, getting into the story.
“Well, the guy is over-qualified so he does great work, he’s easy on the eyes, and I think Brett is trying to make me cheat on him to prove that what the tabloids and all of my exes say isn’t true or some shit like that.”
“That’s…” Lydia began, but she could not think of anything else.
“Crazy,” Erica supplied. “And a little sweet if you think about it.” Allison and Lydia looked at Erica, raising their eyebrows curiously. “Think about it,” she continued. “Peter has a debauched history of affairs and one-night stands, so in an effort to prove that his love for Brett is true, he’s putting temptation in his path because he believes in love.”
Peter rolled his eyes at the explanation. “Or he just likes having a reason to argue and have amazing make-up sex.”
“What are we talking about right now?” Allison laughed. “Peter, I appreciate you coming to see us down here, and we look forward to working with you as a co-director, but we came to dance- so if you’ll excuse us.” She grabbed Lydia’s hand and motioned for Erica to follow suit as they moved onto the crowded dance floor.
“He is such a weird guy,” Allison said loudly as they started dancing. Lydia nodded in agreement.
“Just wait until you meet the rest of the crew,” Erica chuckled.