So apparently I'm not the only one to like this pairing. Thanks to everyone who read my first piece 'After the Fall'. It's good to know there are other Deucalion fans and Scott/Deucalion shippers. People asked if there'd be more so while I'm not good with multi-chapter stories (see 'Hunters Academy'...I swear I will finish it one day), I figure a series of drabbles couldn't hurt. They all take place after 'After the Fall' so it helps to have read that first, but not necessary.
For reference Scott's inner wolf is referred to as the wolf. To separate it from any other mentions of wolf, as I feel it is its own character.
Feedback would be nice, gonna see how people like the drabble format. Let me know.
Of Things Learned
Being with Deucalion was quite an experience (although, being with Allison had been quite the experience too, apparently that was just something Scott liked) and the young Alpha was constantly learning new things about the older man. Either by asking, watching, or figuring by other means. A challenge, but something worthwhile he felt.
One of the first things Scott learned about Deucalion was that the man slept perfectly still, never moved a bit except for his deep breathing. He curled around Scott after their first time together, chest pressing to Scott's back, and was in the same position come morning.
Which lead to the next thing that Scott learned about the man: he enjoyed taking showers together and loved giving blowjobs.
Scott's eyes opened to shuttered gray light that filtered through his blinds. The world was warm and he felt secure, more rested than he had in ages. A breath ghosted across his neck and the boy startled.
Bed mate, the wolf inside reassured.
"I didn' mean t' alarm you, Scott." Deucalion murmured from behind him, face nuzzling against the younger wolf's back, voice thick with sleep.
"No, sorry," Scott hastily amended, "guess I'm just not used to sleeping with another person again."
"I shall endeavor to remedy that, if you'd like." The man replied and Scott could feel the smirk against his skin.
Scott rolled over and looked over the older wolf. Longer hair tousled across his face, blue eyes gazing up at him, clear and alert. His neck and chest covered in dark bite marks, Scott felt the color rise to his cheeks as the wolf hummed in appreciation.
"You're quite beautiful," Deucalion mused and Scott snorted and captured the other in a long kiss.
"Like you're not." As if Scott's eyes weren't immediately drawn to the older man's washboard abs that he could probably cut himself on they were so well-defined. All Scott wanted to do was run his hands across that skin and it sounded like such a great idea he did. Tracing bite mark and flicking at hardening nipples. Deucalion groaned in satisfaction and Scott's hand was about to travel lower when—
"Oh shit!" Scott bolted upright and scrambled for his alarm clock. "Shit! It's past nine! The hospital opened hours ago!" God and he told his mom he'd be there first thing in the morning to check on her after everything that had happened with the Darach. He turned to Deucalion in a rush, but stuttered at the burning look he was receiving.
Don't leave mate unsatisfied, the wolf growled. Scott slapped that thought away. He and Deucalion were not mates...he wasn't sure what they were.
"Uh, I-I told my mom I'd come in and check on her today." He started and turned his head towards the bathroom. A thought struck him. "Wanna take a shower together?"
That got Deucalion's heated look off of him. The older man frowned and followed Scott's gaze. Scott curled his hand in the other's hair, "You've still got dried blood covering you. Come on, let's get cleaned up."
It wasn't until they were both in the shower and standing under a hot spray of water that Deucalion seemed to relax.
"Are you ok?" Scott asked. Reaching for the shampoo and squirting out a large amount and running it through his hair. He probably should have done this last night.
He nudged the older wolf and handed him the hair product, sticking himself back under the stream of water.
"You must understand, I am still adjusting to my new...acquired senses."
"Oh." Scott wanted to punch himself in the face. This was a man who literally 24 hours ago couldn't see (and hadn't been able to for the past ten years).
"I would not have been able to do this a few days ago." Deucalion stared hard at the Old Spice bottle in his hands, as if memorizing everything about it.
"What? Take a shower with someone else?" Scott asked, hoping that didn't sound stupid.
"No," though Deucalion didn't look offended, "to be able to move in an unfamiliar environment so easily. To wake up and see the beautiful boy asleep next to me. To admire him as soap runs down his body. It's...slightly overwhelming, my apologies."
"What? No! It's fine." Scott tried to assure. "I get it!" He took the garish red container from the other. "It's like after I first got bitten and all my sense were heightened. Took forever to get used to. Hearing was the worst, heard every cell phone in the entire campus—no, wait. Smell was the worst, first time I walked into the guy's locker room I actually fell over it was so bad." Which earned him a chuckle that warmed his chest.
"I believe it."
"Does your head feel better?" Scott asked after a moment.
"Yes, much. Completely healed." Deucalion answered. Scott squirted out more of the shampoo and stepped up into the older wolf's space.
"Here," he said and reached up to run his covered hand through the light brown hair, cleaning out the dried blood. Thankfully Scott was about the same height as Deucalion so he was able to rest his arms on the other's shoulders as he continues to massage with his fingers. Deucalion made a pleased sound in the back of his throat and leaned closer to Scott.
The wolf growled with pleasure.
"All clean." Scott declared as he back them up into the hot stream of water and washed the suds away.
"Quite." Deucalion's voice was husky and dark. Something shuddered in Scott and he didn't remember when he had started kissing the other man. Hard and wet, claiming. Their tongues clashed before Deucalion submitted and moaned into the kiss, grabbing at Scott's lower back.
The boy broke the kiss to trail his teeth downwards, to the bite mark left last night on the other's neck.
He and the wolf spoke as one, "MINE."
"Yes!" Deucalion gasped under him and bucked their hips together. Scott groaned and nuzzled harder at the spot.
"Couldn't you have—have healed that?" He asked, impressed he managed to string the words together.
"Never." Bright red eyes burned in front of him. Scott's knees shook.
The older wolf suddenly went into action and leaned forward, licking at the younger's chest. Scott started, not expecting it, but Deucalion moved quickly and got to his knees. Oh shit and that made Scott's blood scream it was so hot. The wolf inside lurched up, happily surprised at this turn of events.
"Um, y-you don't have too—" Scott started, but he stopped because his straining erection said otherwise. He could feel the British sass roll off of Deucalion as he looked up and arched an eyebrow at the boy. Unable to help it, Scott burst out laughing, smiling so hard it almost hurt.
"Beautiful." The older man breathed before wrapping his lips around Scott and lavishing him with his tongue.
"Oh...god." Was about as eloquent as Scott could be for the next few minutes. Wrapped in a pleasurable haze of wet heat, occasionally fighting the wolf to not thrust into Deucalion's mouth like it wanted.
He didn't know how Deucalion got to be so good with his mouth, although maybe he shouldn't be so surprised with what the other could do with his voice. Scott buckled as the older wolf's tongue licked at his slit and the slow drag of barely there teeth along his length drew the young man crazy. The pressure in his groin grew and Scott quickly tried to push the other away.
"I—I'm gonna..." He pushed again but the other wolf remained where he was. "Deucalion."
Finally, at the last second the man moved, tongue pressed firmly against Scott's cock as he drew and that's what sent the boy over the edge. He cried out as he released, pressing forward and bending over Deucalion as his vision whitened out.
It took a moment, but the spots cleared and Scott became aware of the water raining on him, and the heat of another below. He swallowed hard as he saw that while Deucalion had indeed pulled back, it wasn't far enough and Scott's come covered half his face.
"Oh god, I'm sorry—" Scott started and turned bright red, reaching for a cloth, but a strong hand stopped him.
"Scott, if I hadn't wanted that, I would have moved further away." Deucalion said lightly.
"You—" And then Scott felt the wolf inside rumble with pride at seeing his mark upon the other.
Ah, wolf thing. Got it.
Scott huffed out a breath, which choked off at the end as he watched Deucalion lick some off the side of his face, the rest washing away in the stream of water. "You wolves and your markings." He sighed, but it was strained and he saw the glint in the other's eyes.
"And yet," Deucalion almost purred as he stood back up and nuzzled at Scott's neck, "you enjoyed that."
"Yeah, I did." Scott agreed and his hand slipped out, grabbing the older man's cock and giving a good pull. The purr turned to a whimper. "Looks like I need to return the favor."
