So this is a lot later than I planned on it being but I just wasn't inspired. Hope you enjoy it though. There will def be a second chapter.
Warnings: slash, S&M, blood
Isaac had just about mustered up the guts to knock on the door when it suddenly swung open and Scott nearly ran straight into him on his way out.
"Hey," Isaac manages to blurt out, eyes wide and heart pounding.
"Oh…hey," Scott replies, his brows furrowed. It comes out as more of a question.
"Um…are…are you going to school?"
"Yeah."
"K. Me too." He cringes at how awkward he sounds.
"Good," Scott responds, looking more uncomfortable by the second.
Isaac struggles to articulate what he wants to say before finally blurting out, "Can I ask you a question?"
Scott cocks his head to the side. Isaac tries not to think about how cute he looks. Like a big puppy. Granted, a puppy that could probably tear his limbs off one by one.
"Ok."
"Are you angry at me?"
"No," the alpha replies entirely unconvincingly.
"Are you sure?"
"No."
Isaac squints slightly. "What does tha…what does that mean?"
Scott sighs. "I guess I'm not really sure how I'm feeling." He makes a noncommittal sound and shrugs.
"Ok," Isaac whispers. "Do you hate me?"
"No! O-of course not," Scott hurries to assert.
"Do you want to hit me?"
"No." He is once again rather unconvincing.
"I think you should hit me," Isaac presses.
"I don't want to hit you." He looks very confused by this point.
"Are you sure?"
"Why would I want to hit you?" His confusion turns to suspicion. "You didn't…do anything did you?"
"No!…no…I mean…um…wh-what do you mean?" Isaac starts to stutter nervously.
"I mean…you didn't kiss her or anything…right?" Scott questions, smiling, half-amused.
"No!..no…absolutely not…no," Isaac rushes to assure.
"Did you want to?"
"Oh yeah…totally," he lies, meaning it as a compliment towards Allison.
Quick as a flash, Scott has his fists twisted into the front of his shirt, lifts him up, and tosses him out the door and into the wall of the hallway. He slumps to the floor as a picture crashes down beside him, groaning at the pain shooting through his back. His heart beats wildly and his breathing is heavy, not altogether due to the physical blow. He doesn't care to admit how much he liked that brief moment when Scott's hands were pressed against his chest. He looks up at the alpha, who smiles self-satisfied and steps over him to walk down the steps.
…
"Right at her head?" Scott asks as Isaac recounts the incident in the woods for him.
"Almost right through it. And she keeps saying the same thing. That she keeps seeing her aunt. Whatever's happening to you guys is getting worse. And if I hadn't been there then Lydia would be dead."
Scott stares at him for a few seconds before his eyes narrow. "What were you doing there?"
Isaac grasps for an appropriate answer. He comes up with, "Uhhhh…."
Before he can blink, Scott has him flying through the air into the hallway again, crashing into the wall even harder than before. Scott's mom's angry voice comes drifting up the steps, but Isaac barely hears it over the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears. Scott is glaring down at him, his eyes glowing like hot coals. The sheer power and animalistic ferocity of the alpha sends thrills through Isaac's body that he doesn't quite understand. He just stays on the floor for several minutes, trying to collect his racing thoughts and calm his breathing.
…..
The nightmares begin shortly after Isaac falls asleep that night. They've been much more vivid and intense the last couple weeks. Sometimes he doesn't even know what's a dream and what's real life.
This one is familiar. He's lying in a small, cramped space where his knees are forced to bend. It's pitch black, not even a pinpoint of light. There is no sound but his own panicked breathing, rapidly quickening. He can't stop the strangled cry that tears its way out of his throat. He knows this place all too well: the freezer in his father's basement. He beats his fists against the lid but it's chained shut. He's quickly losing all sense of rationality. Cold despair and terror grip his chest, making it harder and harder to breathe or think. He starts clawing desperately at the insides of the prison, chilling screams ripping out of him. He scrabbles uselessly until his nails are tearing away from his fingers, blood running down his hands and arms. The pain and panic feel so real he's not even sure if he isn't really back in that wretched place.
Suddenly a new sound joins his anguished whimpers. The rattling of chains. He falls silent and drops his mangled hands. The rattling stops. The lid opens. The light outside is dim but still burns his dilated eyes. When his vision clears he nearly screams again. The face is one that has haunted him his entire life. This can't be real. He saw him die. It can't really be him. But even knowing what he knows, Isaac can't convince himself that he's actually dreaming. It all feels so tangible. It even smells exactly like he remembers it: like mildew and blood and lye.
The horrific face of his childhood tormentor twists into a gruesome grin.
"Isaac," he taunts. "Come on out Isaac. You need to get up now. Isaac….Isaac…"
Isaac just stares in hopeless shock.
"Isaac….Isaac!…." The voice no longer belongs to his father, and yet it sounds familiar. Isaac starts to scream again.
"ISAAC!"
Isaac's eyes snap open. He's in a completely different room, free of the accursed freezer. But someone is attacking him, strong hands violently shaking him by the shoulders. He lunges forward, hands reaching for a throat. They both fall off of whatever they were on onto the floor. They roll around trying to strangle each other.
"Isaac!" the assailant yells. Isaac still can't place his voice but doesn't stop trying to beat him off. "Isaac!" he tries again without much success.
Finally the attacker manages to pin Isaac underneath his powerful body. His vision is flooded with red light as the man's eyes flare and he roars loud enough to wake the dead. Just as quickly as they had appeared the red light and pointed fangs vanish, leaving just average Scott panting heavily.
"Isaac," he breathes.
Isaac finally stops struggling. "Sc-Scott?" His voice is high and soft; broken.
"It's okay Isaac. It was just a dream," he soothes, squeezing his shoulders.
Isaac looks around, gasping wildly. He's on the floor of the spare bedroom in Scott's house. He's laying on his back in a thin white tee and loose blue and white striped boxers. Scott is currently bare-chested and straddling him, dressed only in a pair of grey sweat pants.
"It was just a dream," Scott repeats as Isaac tries to catch his breath.
The frightened wolf looks up into his warm, chocolate eyes that appear genuinely concerned. Without thinking it through, he launches himself at the larger boy, throws his arms around him, and buries his face in the crook of his neck. He breathes in deeply as he shakes uncontrollably. The scent of the alpha is calming yet intoxicating. He can smell the subtle hints of his fading cologne, the masculine tang of dried sweat, as well as something else that is just undeniably "Scott".
Scott freezes at the touch, before uncertainly wrapping his arms around the shivering boy. He rubs his hands up and down his back, whispering encouraging words to him. Isaac wraps his arms even tighter, needing stability in the storm of emotions assaulting him. Scott tolerates the contact for only a few short minutes before he pulls away.
"Ok this is getting a little weird," the alpha states.
"S-sorry," Isaac mumbles, wiping his eyes. He hadn't realized he was crying.
Once his vision clears he looks up at Scott. Unbidden, his eyes drop down from his face to the smooth stretch of his neck. One side is glistening in the dim light from his shed tears. From there they wander to the sharp ridge of his collarbone. To the perfectly tanned flesh of his chest. To the dark, rigid points of his nipples. Down across his defined abs, following the dark trail of hair that disappears into his sweats. And there is definitely a distinct outward curvature in the front of his pants. If he focuses hard enough, he swears he can see the faintest of outlines of a soft member.
"Ummmm….Isaac?" Scott whispers uncomfortably.
Isaac jolts out of his reverie, face burning furiously. He can't make himself meet Scott's eyes and he certainly couldn't form any words even if he wanted to respond. Scott quickly stands up and then proffers a hand. Isaac eyes it uncertainly before clasping it and allowing himself to be pulled up off the floor. He is mystified as Scott begins to gather up his pillow and blankets.
"What are you doing?"
"You're sleeping on my floor."
"What? Are you serious?"
"Yeah."
"….Thanks."
"What for? It's just so the next time you wake me up I don't have to walk all the way over here. I just have to throw something at your head." He winks at the dumbfounded wolf and walks straight out the door.
Isaac stands in the middle of the room, thoughts and emotions swirling through his head. He is only semi-reluctant when he finally follows Scott to his room.
….
Isaac spends every night after that on Scott's floor. Every night he has a nightmare of one sort or another. And every night Scott is right there to pull him out of it. He never holds him again, but Isaac can still remember the feel of his strong arms wrapped protectively around him.
Outside of the privacy of that room, things are strained between them. Like they share a new bond that neither of them quite knows what to do with, especially when anyone else is around. Like they're walking on land mines, just waiting for one to explode.
The weeks pass like that. Scott being an anchor for Isaac at night, but growing more distant during the day. In a way, they've become like brothers. Indifferent and slightly antagonistic among company, but actually secretly closer than they appear. Of course, at least for Isaac, the feelings go far beyond normal brotherly bonding. Despite wanting to deny that before, weeks of having Scott as an unwavering refuge of support and stability drove out any doubts he had about his feelings. Every time he shuts his eyes, he drowns in deep, chocolatey pools. The tension he feels around his apparent crush mounts with each passing day. He's afraid he's going to reach his breaking point soon and he's not sure what might happen when he does.
…..
"Do you hate me? I mean, for what I'm doing to you?" Isaac asks one day in Scott's room.
It is a concern that has been eating away at him for a while now. He feels guilty that he has become such a burden on Scott. He just wishes that there was some way that he could repay him for all he's done for him.
"Not this again," Scott sighs. "I told you that I don't."
"It's just…it must be hard for you."
"Not as hard as it is for you." He smiles softly at him.
"It just seems like you…resent me sometimes. Like you're embarrassed to have me around," Isaac whispers.
"What?…Of course not!" Scott snaps back. "I just don't know how to act around you most of the time…"
"Oh…"
Scott suddenly grins at him.
"What?" Isaac asks, suddenly nervous.
Scott doesn't answer, but walks over to his closet. Before Isaac knows what's happening, he's being hit in the face with a pair of athletic shorts. By the time he collects himself, Scott has stripped down to his loose boxers and is in the process of pulling on his own shorts and a white tee. Isaac blushes slightly and tries not to stare too much.
"What are you doing?" he finally questions.
"We are going outside," Scott replies matter-of-factly. "We don't hang out in the sunlight often enough."
Isaac can't stop the giddy smile that ambushes his face as he hurries to change. Scott leads him out of the room.
"Boys, slow down!" Melissa yells out the kitchen doorway as they thunder down the steps.
"Sorry mom!" they both call back in unison. Melissa just shakes her head and rolls her eyes as they fly past her and out the door into the back yard.
Scott immediately grabs a football and hurls it at Isaac so hard it knocks him flat on his back in the grass. Isaac just laughs and launches it back at him before flipping himself back onto his feet. They toss it back and forth almost cartoonishly fast for nearly an hour before Scott holds up a hand.
"Hang on a sec," he pants, before dropping the ball at his feet.
They both have sweat pouring off their faces. Scott runs a hand through his hair, the moisture spraying everywhere. Isaac about chokes when he yanks his tee up over his head, revealing his ripped, bronzed upper body. The smooth flesh is shimmering with a thick sheen of sweat. He uses the discarded shirt to wipe his face before tossing it behind him. Isaac tries not to focus on how low his shorts are riding or how the band of his boxers are peeking out above them. After just a few more moments of indecision, he follows suit and strips his own shirt off, using it to dry his face and to brush damp curls out of his eyes.
It is probably just wishful thinking, but Isaac has himself convinced that he catches Scott's eyes flicking down his body. Although he's not really sure why they would. He's exceptionally pale, especially compared to Scott. And though he's lean, he's certainly not nearly as ripped as the alpha. He doesn't have time to tear himself up over it though before the ball is hurtling towards him again at inhuman speed. He barely catches it and has to take a step back to dissipate the momentum. Scott is smirking at him.
"One on one? The trees at either end are the end zones. First to touchdown wins?"
"Oh and how is that supposed to be fair?" Isaac responds. "You know I can't keep up with an alpha."
"What's the matter? Scared?" Scott teases, eyebrows raised.
Isaac is actually terrified, but not for the reason Scott has in mind. He swallows nervously.
"Ok," he finally replies with a fake smile.
"Good. You can go first."
Isaac grips the ball tightly and then pitches forward, trying to dodge around the side of the defender. Of course, he's too slow and the next thing he knows a hard, slick body is crashing into him and knocking him over. Scott flashes him a crooked grin before hopping up and grabbing the ball. Isaac picks himself up more slowly and readies himself for the next play. There is some twitching going on in a certain appendage that he really wishes would go away.
Scott charges forth and nearly makes it past Isaac, who at the last moment manages to dive and catch hold of his knees pulling him to the ground. Scott gasps as the wind is knocked out of him, but he recovers quickly and is back on his feet. They continue on for a long time. Isaac is surprised that he has managed to keep Scott from scoring. He suspects that maybe the other boy is toning down his alphaness a little. Of course once he realized that getting tackled by Scott was an entirely enjoyable experience, Isaac was hardly trying at all. However it was getting harder and harder to keep his rogue erection at bay. Despite his best efforts to conceal it, he was pretty sure he had seen Scott's eyes widen in that general direction at one point.
Eventually the ball is forgotten altogether as they roll around in the grass, wrestling and laughing hysterically.
"Hey you two!" Melissa calls. They freeze, all tangled together, and look up to find her on the back steps. She's smiling knowingly. "I'm going to the store. Try not to break anything while I'm gone, ok?"
Scott remains unresponsive, but Isaac speaks up: "Yes, ma'am."
She shakes her head again and walks to the garage. They watch motionless as she climbs into her car and drives away.
They both laugh awkwardly. Scott smirks before resuming the match, trying to force Isaac face first into the dirt. But Isaac manages to squirm free and sprint across the yard. He doesn't make it far, though, before Scott is somehow back in front of him. The larger boy rushes forward and tackles Isaac to the ground once again, straddling his hips and pinning his hands up above his head. He collapses down on top of him, their bare chests, slick with sweat, press flush together, forced even closer by their heaving lungs. They both pause. Brown eyes lock onto blue. Warm, panting breaths wash over each others' faces.
Isaac is now painfully hard and praying to whatever wolf god might be out there that Scott doesn't notice. But then Isaac feels something strange. It could be too much to ever hope for. But he thinks that maybe, just possibly, as unlikely as it may seem, there may be something that is slightly harder than it should be poking back against his erection.
Scott looks thoroughly bewildered until a shudder runs through him and his eyes slide closed.
"Scott?" Isaac whispers, afraid to break the tension.
When Scott's eyes open back up, they are flickering red with brief flashes of his repressed alpha power. He closes them again, but only for a moment, before they fly back open. Now they are burning crimson and his entire body is shaking with restraint. Isaac is starting to get nervous as Scott stretches out his jaw, his teeth elongating into lupine fangs. A deep rumble starts in his chest and emerges as a low growl. His claws dig down into the earth on either side of Isaac's head.
"Sc-scott!" Isaac cries out, legitimately scared now. "You need to calm down!"
A louder snarl. Isaac can feel it vibrating through his body. The muscular form of the alpha pushes harder down onto him. Sharp teeth graze the side of his neck, directly over his jugular. Hips shift. Friction erupts between their groins. Isaac gasps. Scott growls.
After that, neither dares to move. But eventually Isaac notices Scott is shaking even harder. He cautiously looks to the sides and sees that the alpha is digging his claws into his own palms. Dark blood is dripping down and staining the grass. Even as he watches, Scott's fangs retract and the eerie red light fades from his eyes. Moments later, Scott is jumping up off of him. There is definitely a significant tent in his athletic shorts.
"What was that?" Isaac demands.
Scott simply gives him a pained expression before turning on his heel and sprinting into the house. Isaac waits a few minutes to calm down his own overexcited body before following him. He finds him sitting on his bed, having donned a hooded sweatshirt.
"I'm sorry," Scott mumbles.
"For what?"
"I…I c-can't…it's…it's getting harder to control…I shift without wanting to…I have…urges…" He seems to still be struggling to catch his breath.
"Urges?" Isaac prompts, inappropriately curious.
"I…I get s-so…hungry…"
Well that wasn't what Isaac was expecting.
"I'm…afraid," the alpha whispers.
"Of what?"
"That I''m going to…t-to h-hurt someone. Like Allison."
That was like a stab to the gut.
"Or Stiles…or Lydia…or….you" His voice falls to a whisper on the 'you'.
Isaac sighs. He recognizes this as an opportunity to finally repay Scott for being his rock for all this time.
"Well then….I'll just have to make sure that never happens, won't I?"
"What do you mean?" Scott asks uncertainly, his brow furrowed.
"Come on Scott. You've been acting like my anchor for so long that you've forgotten that you need your own. Perhaps even more than I do."
Scott eyes him warily, chewing on his bottom lip.
"Can you just…go away?"
Isaac winces, but nods anyway and walks out as Scott curls up on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest. He shuts the door behind him.
…
Scott became even more distant after that, barely speaking to Isaac at all. Even at night, when he had his nightmares, he would wordlessly and roughly shake him up and then go back to bed. At school, he ignored him pretty much completely.
But Isaac was still determined to keep an eye on him. He was constantly vigilant, waiting for the slightest sign of crumbling control. He only had to wait three days.
He is at his locker switching out his books. He can see Scott walking down the hall until someone bumps into him. A flash of red is all Isaac needs to see. He runs down the hallway, shoving people out of the way, until he reaches Scott. The alpha has his head resting against the lockers. His hands are clenched at his sides. His body is shaking violently.
Isaac grabs the startled wolf and pulls him into the men's restroom. Luckily it's empty. He laces the fingers of one hand with Scott's and grabs the side of his face with the other.
"Scott! Look at me. Look at me!"
The wolf finally meets his eyes, the smoldering red reflecting off Isaac's blue.
"Scott you need to calm down. Now!" he shouts.
Scott tries to tear his hand away, but Isaac shoves him against the sink and holds on tight.
"It's going to be ok, Scott. You just need to breathe."
The scarlet light wanes slightly as he takes a deep breath.
"There you go. Just breathe," Isaac soothes, as if he's talking to a frightened dog. "You're going to be fine."
The glowing slowly fades back to brown. Scott seems confused. He looks down at their conjoined hands and then back up into Isaac's worried eyes. Isaac promptly releases him.
"So do you still want to hit me?" he asks coyly.
Scott lets out a bark of laughter that's not entirely unwolflike. Isaac gives him a sly grin and then walks out.
There are several more similar incidents over the next week. Each time it gets progressively more difficult for Isaac to pull Scott away from the edge. There are a couple times he's even afraid he's going to get mauled. Or eaten.
On the bright side, Scott seems to have warmed back up to him a little. They play football in the yard more often, although they avoid both tackling and shirtlessness by unspoken agreement. They even lay awake talking late into the night most days. For once, Isaac feels as if he's content with life. If not for the occasional bloodthirsty rampage he has to try to stop.
…..
The worst incident occurs almost a week later.
School has just let out and it is one of those rare occasions when Isaac actually gets to walk with Scott down the hallway and chat with him without the interference of Allison or Stiles. Unfortunately it ends prematurely when Scott gets hit in the back of the head with a paper wad. He whirls around, eyes flashing dangerously. A girl nearby jumps and gives him a nervous look. Isaac grabs Scott's wrist and does his best to drag the snarling alpha down the hall before he catches sight of the culprit and tears him to shreds.
He leads him down to the basement and back to the most secluded classroom he can find. He shoves him inside and slams the door shut behind them. Scott slings his backpack and jacket off, leaving him in jeans and a tight, black wifebeater. He stumbles to the center of the room. His face is morphing before Isaac's eyes, fangs fully extending and features becoming more feral. The room echoes with his low growls.
Isaac starts towards him but Scott snarls viciously, stopping him in his tracks.
"Don't!" he growls out. "You need to get away from me Isaac. It's worse. I'm not sure what's going to happen."
Isaac bites his lip uncertainly before steeling himself and lunging forward. He wraps his arms tightly around the convulsing wolf, pressing their foreheads together. Scott instantly whips his hands forward and buries his claws deep into Isaac's sides. Isaac cries out but manages to keep his hold.
"Scott! Breathe!" he commands through the pain.
But Scott is already breathing, just not in the way Isaac was anticipating. He's running his nose down his jawline, inhaling deeply as if he's scenting him. Isaac tries to shove him off, but Scott merely digs his claws in harder and drags them across the room to slam Isaac up against a wall. Isaac fights down the thrill this display of power sends through him and tries to collect his thoughts. His effort is greatly undermined by the fact that Scott is now pressing his hard body flush against his own, burying his face in the crook of his neck. He can almost handle that, but then Scott's fangs are scraping slowly across the tender skin. The sensation goes straight to Isaac's groin, blood rushing to fill up the eager appendage. And he's not the only one. Now that he's thinking about it he can feel Scott's raging boner jammed up against him. Apparently bloodlust isn't the only hunger these episodes incite in the wolf.
Isaac clutches at Scott's shoulders, although whether to stop him or to pull him closer not even he knows. Scott continues to chew at the side of his neck, shuddering with the effort of restraining himself. Isaac tries to come up with a solution to the current predicament, but he sees only one way out. The scariest part for him is that he's not totally opposed to the idea. In fact, in a slightly demented way, it turns him on even more.
"Scott," he whispers huskily. "Just do it. Bite me."
That is enough to break through the haze of the alpha rage, and Scott pulls back slightly.
"What?" he grunts. "I…I can't. I won't be able to control it. I'll…h-hurt you."
"No you won't," Isaac soothes. "I trust you."
He reaches his hands up and tangles them into Scott's hair, guiding his head back into the side of his neck. He shivers as he feels the fangs drag over the sensitive spot again. Scott is trembling uncontrollably now, digging into Isaac's sides harder than ever.
"Scott…please," he gasps.
That was all it took for Scott to sink his fangs deep into his neck, his mouth flooding with the warm, thick fluid. Isaac cries out loudly, scraping his nails across Scott's scalp but still pulling him closer. The pain radiates outwards from his neck and, somewhere in the endless depths of his nervous system, morphs into some kind of twisted pleasure that shoots straight to his dick. Even as Scott continues to chew and lick at the wound, Isaac bucks up against him, his throbbing member craving friction.
Scott gasps and pulls back, eyes wide in astonishment. Isaac can feel the punctures stitching themselves up quickly, but blood still trickles down his neck. Scott's lips are bloodstained, a thin rivulet dripping down his chin. He tries to separate their lower bodies but Isaac catches him by the belt loops and pulls him back, crashing their bulges together harshly. Scott's glowing eyes still look uncertain, low growls escaping his open lips. Isaac slides his hands into his back pockets, grasping his firm ass and grinding their erections even harder. Scott lets out what sounds suspiciously like a purr as he thrusts back against him. He smashes their lips together, immediately forcing his tongue into Isaac's mouth. The kiss is hot and wet and needy. The metallic taste of his own blood sends Isaac further into a daze. He feels his eyes flash yellow, but reins himself in. He has to maintain control for Scott's sake. Who knows what would happen if they both let go.
Scott yanks at his curls as he deepens the kiss even further. Eventually he draws back and rips Isaac's shirt to shreds. He leans forward and starts to lap up the trail of blood that is pooling above his collarbone. He follows it back up the arch of his throat, thoroughly cleaning off the dark stains. His glowing eyes run up and down Isaac's torso, drinking in the sight of his exposed body. He drags his hands all over the milky skin, claws lightly grazing the flesh. Isaac whimpers and pulls him into another kiss.
After just a few short seconds, Scott breaks the kiss to rip off his own tank top. Isaac is enthralled by the bulging, rippling muscles that are exposed. He runs his hands up over them, dragging his thumbs over his nipples. Scott lets out a rumble before grabbing Isaac and hauling him over to the teacher's desk. He flings the contents off onto the floor and then slams Isaac down onto his back. He climbs on top of him, straddling his hips and gyrating down into him hard. Isaac matches his rhythm and bucks up into him, moaning obscenely. Scott fumbles frustratedly with Isaac's belt buckle, growling menacingly. Isaac hastily pushes his hands out of the way before he decides to try to rip them off like he did their shirts. He quickly unfastens his own jeans and then Scott's.
Scott stands up, letting his fall down around his ankles before stepping out of them. He's left in a pair of dangerously tight black briefs that are stretched taut over a large tent pole. Isaac lifts his hips off the desk so he can yank off his jeans as well. He squirms under Scott's ravenous eyes, feeling exposed in just his grey briefs. Scott leaps back on top of him and starts rutting against him, his pace growing feverish and desperate. Isaac is amazed at how much of a difference losing two layers of denim can make. He slides his hands down Scott's back and underneath his briefs, clutching at the firm mounds of his ass.
Scott kisses him hard and fast before driving his fangs down into the unabused side of his neck. Isaac chokes back a scream, dragging his nails down Scott's back. Scott abandons his neck after a small taste and then licks and nips his way down to a dusky pink nipple. He chews on it mercilessly as it hardens in his mouth, drawing a whole host of delicious sounds out of Isaac. His animal impatience spurs him ever onward though and soon he's nuzzling against the bulge in Isaac's briefs. He licks it through the fabric a few times before reaching up and jerking them off. Isaac's cock flips up into the air, throbbing painfully and leaking profusely.
Scott lets out another hungry growl before diving forward and swallowing his shaft whole. His devilish tongue swirls around it as he bounces up and down the rod. Isaac looses one desperate moan after another until he feels the sharp bite of his teeth.
"Fangs….Scott! FANGS!" he wails.
Scott growls unintelligibly, but eases up, smoothing away the pain with his skilled tongue. All too soon he's pulling off his dick and standing up. He drags Isaac down off the desk and forces him onto his knees. Isaac eyes the tented fabric longingly. He's waited months for this moment. He reverently hooks his fingers into the waistband of his briefs, slowly dragging them over his straining cock and down his powerful legs. Scott twists his hands into his curls and pulls him forward. Isaac obediently wraps his lips around the pulsating member. He works the long shaft up and down, taking more into his mouth with every pass. Scott hums in pleasure, sounding like a motor. But he's far from content with Isaac's pace. Isaac soon finds the edge of the desk cutting into his back as he's shoved up against it. He gags violently as Scott shoves his cock hilt-deep down his throat. He clings to his hips for leverage and struggles to accommodate the thick rod as he's forcefully face-fucked into next week.
But even that cannot satisfy Scott's primal hunger. He withdraws from his mouth, yanks him up off the floor, and bends him face first over the desk. He drags his claws down his back, gouging deep furrows into the smooth, pale flesh.
"Oh…fuck!" Isaac screams, gripping the edges of the desk so hard his knuckles turn white. "Scott…please…" he pants, "I want you to fuck me so bad."
Scott rumbles in his ear happily, nipping playfully at the delicate cartilage. He slides his nose down the length of his spine, even as the gashes seal themselves closed. When he reaches his ass, he slips his nose into the cleft and inhales deeply. He spreads the pert ass cheeks apart to expose the pink ring of puckered muscle. Drool starts running out of his mouth as he inspects his prize. He licks it uncertainly, making Isaac's breath hitch, and then thoroughly slathers it with saliva. Eventually his powerful tongue pries its way inside the tight passage, driving in and out of the hole as deep as it can go. Isaac gasps and whines and groans as his body writhes against the onslaught.
It isn't long before Scott can't handle the foreplay anymore. His most carnal instincts are driving him to breed his bitch. Without warning he rams his entire shaft balls-deep into Isaac's spasming hole, his claws piercing into his hips to hold him still.
Isaac feels like his throat is tearing itself apart as he screams soundlessly. His vision goes white. The pain is overwhelming. All thoughts and emotions are obliterated. There is nothing else that exists. Just agony. Pure. Uninhibited. It controls him. It defines him. It is him.
Then darkness.
Nothing.
Finally a spark of consciousness. Had it been a fraction of a second? Or a million years?
And then the pain returns, all flooding back at once. Every cell in his body is screaming for mercy. But as suddenly as it had begun, it starts to ebb away. He begins to gasp as if he had been held under water for a lifetime. He can feel his insides as they fight to knit themselves back together around the foreign object.
Next comes sound. Growling breaths against the side of his face. His own heart hammering against his ribcage. The incongruous ticking of a clock.
He's suddenly aware of a heavy weight pressing down on his back, pushing him against a hard surface. Several sharp objects are digging into his backside. And there is still that indescribable something that is filling him up to the point of bursting.
He can't make sense of anything. It's like all the bits of sensory information are pieces of a puzzle that he can't seem to fit together.
Eventually his vision clears and the room comes into focus. He sees a flat, wooden surface beneath him. Ahead is a wall with several windows, a clock, and a bulletin board. Rows of desks. A classroom. A school, maybe? Why was he here again?
And then it clicks. All the pieces fall together in a single instant. He remembers where he's at and what he's doing. Or rather who's doing him. His insides vibrate within his ribcage as the alpha draped across his back growls menacingly. One clawed hand releases his ass and darts up to dig into his shoulder. Isaac winces and then gasps as the thick protrusion is yanked out of him. The sudden emptiness seems just as foreign and wrong as having such a large object stuffed inside had felt mere minutes before.
He barely has time to miss the impalement, though, before Scott is slamming back into him. This time the brief burst of white-hot pain is eclipsed by sheer ecstasy as the hard rod plows into some mysterious spot deep within that he assumes is that infamous entity known as the prostate. His own claws extend as he grips the edges of the desk, burrowing into the splintering wood. Almost without pause, Scott is pulling out again and snapping his hips forward even harder. Soon he establishes a chaotic, savage pace, thrusting so forcefully the desk starts scraping across the floor.
Isaac's moans have become more like anguished sobs, evoked by the rapturous sensations overwhelming his body. Just when he thought the pleasure could not possibly soar even higher, Scott snakes his hands up underneath him, gliding them up from his waist and over his chest. Then, without warning, he rakes his claws back down, tearing Isaac open with eight jagged slashes from collarbone to hips. Isaac screams in excruciating bliss, the pain only serving to fuel his desire even more. Blood rains down onto the desk, the scent spurring Scott into a ravenous frenzy. Even as the wounds close up he runs his hands through it, smearing it all over Isaac's torso as he pounds into him relentlessly. He can't stop himself from lunging forward and burying his fangs into the muscle surrounding Isaac's shoulder. He thirstily siphons up the gush of blood as if it alone is sustaining his life.
Scott somehow manages to pull himself back before he drains Isaac of too much, and then withdraws so he can flip the beta over onto his back. He pushes his knees up by his head to better expose his entrance, and then plunges back inside. The new angle allows for more direct hits on Isaac's prostate and soon has him on the edge. He grabs his own straining cock and it only takes three strokes to reach his orgasm. His back arches off the desk and he looses a piercing cry as Scott fucks him through the euphoric throes, thick cum splattering across his bloodstained chest.
Scott pulls out and releases the beta's legs, which dangle weakly over the desk. He leans down and begins to lap up the sticky globs of cum. Once he collects every trace of the emissions he fiercely kisses Isaac, sharing his prize with him and slicing open his bottom lip with his fangs. They both revel in the sharp taste of the two bodily fluids fusing together within the kiss.
But the unrestrained alpha is far from sated. He snags the beta by the scruff of his neck and heaves his limp body across the room only to smash him face first into the wall. Without a moment's hesitation, he embeds his shaft back into the tight passage. He resumes his wild pace, each thrust bashing the younger boy against the chalkboard. One hand slinks around his waist and closes around the rehardened cock, pumping him in time with his feverish pounding. Between the assault on his prostate and the roughness of Scott's hand, Isaac is fast approaching his second orgasm. A hard nip at the tender skin behind his ear is all it takes for him to blast the board with another load of cum.
He doesn't even get a second to catch his breath before Scott is throwing him down onto the floor like a rag doll. He collapses onto his stomach, too weak to push himself up. Scott's burning skin is already pressing up against his back anyway. The alpha rams his leaking cock into the tortured hole once more, his manic thrusts more desperate than ever. Despite his exhaustion, Isaac can't help but push back against the onslaught as his own member erects painfully.
"Sc-Scott…h-harder…p-p-please," he begs breathily.
The alpha purrs seductively before flipping the boy over onto his back. Isaac wraps his legs tightly around his waist as he impales him deeper than should have ever been possible. Scott tangles his hands into his curls as Isaac clutches at his arms. Their eyes lock together, both pairs glowing brightly.
"Harder, Scott!…oh god…please!" he pants out between cries.
Scott somehow manages to obey, slamming into him like a battering ram. At the same time he bites back into his neck. Isaac yelps loudly and doesn't even have to be touched to orgasm yet again, draining out every last bit of cum his ravaged body can produce. Scott continues pistoning into him until a violent spasm wracks his muscular frame and he spills a massive load deep inside of him, letting out a window-rattling roar.
Once his body stops convulsing, Scott collapses on top of Isaac, both their chests heaving with their gasping breaths. Isaac watches uncertainly as the feral aspects of Scott's face fade. His fangs retract. The crimson glow of his eyes dies out like cooling embers. He can see the lust and desire in his eyes overrun by confusion. Then panic. They dart around the room nervously. He shuffles off of the beta, sliding his flaccid member the rest of the way out of him. He surveys the other boy apprehensively.
"Wh-what did w-we just do?" he whispers hoarsely.
"I think you were there," Isaac deadpans, too tired to elaborate and light-headed from blood loss.
Scott slowly shakes his head. He certainly remembers everything. But it is as if something was clouding his judgement, controlling his actions. Like he was a spectator to his most carnal desires. This should have never happened. The scariest part is that even now, when he's back in control and his thoughts are more rational, he looks down at Isaac's prostrate and satiated body and can't help but feel that it is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. His eyes are heavily lidded and his cheeks are flushed. The streaks of blood across his chest contrast stunningly against his pale skin. He struggles to tear his eyes away from him. These foreign thoughts and feelings terrify him. He leaps up, grabs his jeans, and runs out of the room as fast as he can.
Isaac sighs and drops his head down with a thud. He can't stop the strangled sob that tears its way out of his throat. A lone tear escapes his eye and tracks its way down the side of his face. But then he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, beating down the feelings of abandonment and betrayal. He manages to pull his weary body off the floor, drag on his jeans, and limp out of the school.
…
The next few weeks are pure hell for Isaac. Before, when things were strained between he and Scott, he could handle it. The awkwardness was bearable. He could even deal with Scott ignoring him.
But this. This is much worse. Every time he sees Scott, the other boy looks stricken. It is a foreign expression that Isaac sees in his face. Something that he has rarely seen in the alpha: fear. He would even call it borderline terror. Scott avoids him like the plague, running the other direction every time he sees him. And it tears Isaac apart.
Why is he afraid of me? Does he think I'm going to attack him? Does he think I raped him or something? Did I rape him? At least, did I take advantage of him when he was in a vulnerable state of mind?
Of course, Isaac can't return to the McCall house. And Derek's place is out of the question. So he stays outside, sleeping on park benches and bus stops and carrying only what he can fit in his backpack. But one night when it storms, he only has one option left. He goes back to his father's old house. It's been foreclosed since his death, but it hasn't been resold as of yet. It's a simple affair to pick the lock and slip inside unnoticed, escaping the heavy downpour.
The house is dark and chill, in more ways than one. He shivers slightly as he looks around. None of the furniture has been removed. It looks exactly as he left it so long ago. There are so many memories haunting this place. None of them pleasant.
Isaac steels himself and heads upstairs to his old room, feeling as if he's being watched the entire way. He strips down, hangs up his clothes, and drys himself off with an old towel he finds on his dresser. He redresses in a clean set of clothes from his closet in case he needs to make a quick exit, and then stretches out on his bed.
He lays awake for hours, unable to fall asleep. Partly due to his deep-seated fear of this house and partly due to his racing thoughts of Scott. And when he finally does drift off, he is immediately plunged into the worst nightmares he's ever had.
They begin, as usual, with him trapped within the suffocating confines of the freezer. He tries to fend off the panic but it overwhelms him almost immediately. He futilely tears away at the metal interior. Then: the familiar clanking of the chains. The dim light. His father's cruel grin staring down at him.
But there's someone else this time. A figure hiding in the shadows behind the form of his dad. He can't quite place the silhouette, but there's a nagging sensation in the back of his mind.
Then the stranger speaks. His voice breaks something deep in the core of Isaac's being.
"We should disarm him first," the figure states coldly. He steps forward into the light. Isaac hoped that he was wrong about the voice, but there is no mistaking that it is Scott now. He is holding up a pair of large pliers. "I vote we start with his fangs. We can't have those now."
His father grins wickedly and reaches in to pull him out, Isaac's best efforts to struggle are easily overcome. He holds his arms behind his back as Scott reaches for his face. He forces his mouth open with supernaturally powerful fingers and inserts the pliers inside. Isaac feels the tool clamp down onto one of his canines and then….
He wakes up screaming. He is once again drenched, this time in a cold sweat. The room is spinning. He stumbles to the bathroom and pukes up the contents of his stomach. The dream had seemed so real that he can still feel his teeth aching.
He cleans himself up and then wanders back downstairs and then further down into the basement. He cautiously walks over to the freezer. He opens it up and runs his hands over the scratch marks and dried blood. Screams long silenced still echo around the room.
A scowl takes over his face. Enough is enough.
He marches back upstairs, gathers up everything he needs to take with him, and then makes his way to the kitchen. He turns the stovetop on. Luckily the gas was never turned off. He heads to the yard and finds an old bottle of lighter fluid in the shed out back. He leaves a trail of it from the kitchen, through the house, and out the front door to the sidewalk. He lights it and watches the thin trail of flames race into the building. Seconds later the windows are blowing out as a fireball envelopes the first floor. He watches coldly as the home that was never home is consumed by the hungry flames, and then walks away from his past forever.
….
Isaac spends the next few nights back on the park bench. His thoughts are many and varied, from dwelling on the smoldering ruins of his broken childhood to dreading the future of his friendship with Scott.
Eventually, he comes to the conclusion that passivity is taking him nowhere. And clearly Scott has taken the avoidance route. So it's going to be up to him to fix this.
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