A/N: Lyrics in Italics are an Alternate version of pieces of me by Ashlee Simpson.
A/N: The past is also in Italics.
"Descend, some times he'll crash so fast,.
When he hits that shattered glass,
You are all he has"
He shudders from the Sixth punch. He's already decided that he'll take it. He's innocent. He'll keep saying that until his Dad Believes him.
"Son, just admit you it" His Dad pressed.
"No! Kevin did!"
His stomach growls, like clock-work his Dad Kicks him there. He's not hungry anymore.
"Kevin would never...Kev's basically the son I never had. The son I should have had. But don't worry son. You're a lying piece of shit. There still enough time before school...I can beat some honesty into you. It's the only way..."
His Dad reaches for his golf club. It looks new and shiny. He doesn't understand, why he'd use something, so polished, so expensive, until he feels it across his back...He growls, reaching out he grabs his Dad's arm...
"Woah!...Issac...it's me" Mason whispers.
Issac's memories are clear, but his eyes are now foggy. He sensed himself turn. Is Mason scared? He's got to know, he doesn't want to scare the little Guy. He opens his eyes wider. He's looking at him gently, but he can see the boy's in physical pain. It takes him a second to realise his claws are around his arm.
"Shit!" He said retracting his claws.
"That's okay"
"No it's not. I'm retracting claws, fangs, and any other sharp part of my body. I'll think happy thoughts. Go back to bed" Issac orders.
But the boy isn't listening. That pisses him off. He was never quite able to command a crowd. To own a room like his Father did. Like Derek does, or Scott in school. It only reminds him, that he'll never be that Alpha, he'll never get a true Hero power. He'd be really bummed about that. Except that he can feel rays of attraction from Mason's eyes.
"I'm fine, off you go"
"No I'm...I'm good here" Mason argues.
"If you don't I'll carry you on my back. I can't promise that I won't pretend to fall over. Just to scare you a little"
"Is that a promise?" Mason laughs. "You can't scare me"
Issac's tired of not being taken seriously. He stomps over to the chair Mason's on, before turning and grabbing one of his wrists.
"Scared now?" He heaves through his fangs.
He thought he could smell strong anxiety, but it could have been his own confusion as Mason kisses his neck. There this pinch of pain, when he feels the boy twist the skin of his neck for less than a second. Issac nods.
"Oh, you're not into fucking Were-wovles with Daddy issues, but you'll fuck Lukas?"
"Hey that's not fair!" Mason whines, but he pulls, the now human Issac into him. They make out a while, before his guides Liam's friend to the sofa. He's licking Mason's chest before pulling his grey shorts down, running his long fingers over the Sophomore's dick. His tongue circles his dick, before taking him in, slower than he usually would anyone else.
He can tell Mason's into it, by the heat and enjoyment buzzing around his body. The way he keeps grabbing on to Issac's hair, and pushing his shoulders. Issac strokes the inside of his dark thigh with his thumb, before sinking his teeth into it. He hears Mason's squeak of pleasure before he regrefully gets up.
"Liam!" He sniffed. "Pull your shorts up and act like the innocent virgin that you are" Issac says trying to pull Mason up.
He gets pushed away and in record speed Mason [and his moist shorts] are upstairs.
He goes back to the sofa, wraps himself in his blanket and pretends to sleep, when he hears Liam jump in the Kitchen window.