| CHAPTER SEVEN, Exchanges |
"My alpha wants to meet," J.T. said after startling Scott and Cooper. "Be at Antietam Battlefield at ten. Leave the humans." The beta werewolf walked off towards the elevators, catching the eye of Stiles and David.
Cooper retracted his claws and looked at Scott, waiting for direction.
"We'll be fine," Scott said, turning to face the tall blonde behind him, giving him a reassured smile. "Be prepared though." Cooper nodded as Scott walked over to the others to cue them in on what just happened.
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"Yeah…ugh…yeah…" Scott grunted as he pounded into Isaac, the former's hands tight around Isaac's hips.
"Scott…harder…" Isaac moaned, his feet up against the side of the tub, his arms outstretched to hold him against the wall before him, his head drooped as the water poured down into his hair and upper back.
"So good," Scott panted, his face flush against Isaac's hot shoulder. They had been at this for thirty minutes with the pure intent of just showering before the meeting.
"Right there," Isaac groaned as Scott angled at his lover's prostate, smashing into it. Isaac shuddered as wave after wave of prickly tingling pleasure shot through his body from deep inside his lower abdomen. It was too good. So good that Scott brought Isaac off in only two strokes, the latter's head arching with his back before it fell back. His insides tightened just so, bringing Scott to come deep inside the taller dirty-blonde. "Fuh…fuck…Scott…I love you…"
"Me too," Scott said before Isaac twisted to bring their lips together. Scott pulled out slowly and they proceeded with properly showering, the water lukewarm border-line cold by the time they finished.
Isaac was out first, toweling off as he walked into their bedroom. They had at least an hour to get ready. Suddenly, a skin-slick Scott was behind him again, the alpha's arms wrapping around Isaac's waist.
"You bring out the beast in me," Scott said, planting a kiss against the nearest bit of skin.
"Kinda' the point," Isaac laughed, running the towel in his own hair. "When we get back, your ass is mine."
"Deal," Scott said with a smirk. Isaac turned around in the hold and kissed Scott once before slipping away to get dressed.
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"What is that smell?" David said, his nose ruffling.
"Sorry that's me," Stiles admitted. "Anti-infrared gel," he said blatantly, kneeling down.
"Wonderful," David said sarcastically.
As everyone proceeded to group up, Stiles unzipped his long rectangular bag and unfolded and assembled what turned out to be a sniper rifle.
"Jesus, Stiles," Reid expressed once Stiles slung it over his back, the gun pre-loaded with wolfsbane-laced bullets.
"Druid tricks aren't all I know," Stiles said, shrugging.
The group, once ready, made their way to the 'Manfield Monument.' Stiles stopped by the tree-line and got into position, finding a clear view several hundreds of yards away, noting the nine werewolves at rest near the statue.
Several moments later Scott and company stopped, standing only a few yards from the pack.
…
"You brought the humans," began the one his pack claimed to be their alpha.
"Given the situation," Scott replied, "I thought it best to not leave them at home. I'm glad I didn't. There's only nine of you here. There's ten of you travelling together."
"She's around. Although I see one of you is missing, too."
"He's around as well."
"Name's Gabriel. Gabriel Weldon."
"Scott—"
"McCall," Gabriel finished. "You're far from home, 'Demon-slayer.' What brings you out this way?"
"Visiting some friends," Scott replied, smirking.
"So I've heard. You've been following us. Why or for how long I'm not sure. Care to level with me? From one alpha to another?"
"Sure. Only if I get to talk to the real alpha."
The pack behind Gabriel became a little more animated, exchanging looks and shifting a little.
"I am the alpha," Gabriel replied, his eyes flashing red.
"No. You're not. He is," Scott said, pointing to the shorter blonde behind Gabriel.
"I guess I should expect nothing less from the 'Demon-slayer,'" the man responded, simultaneously taking out a pair of contacts with Gabriel. "Michael Weldon," he said, walking forward and holding out a hand to shake. Isaac, who was a foot from Scott, shifted slightly. Scott took his hand confidently and they shook. "What really brings you out this way, Scott?"
"Your pack attacked a couple of my friends," Scott said firmly. "Like I said…visiting."
Michael eyed the pack behind Scott. Behind Isaac and Scott stood Allison, David, and Danny. Behind them, Jackson and Cooper. And behind them, Reid, Caleb, and Pogue.
"Hey, I recognize him," spoke one of Michael's betas, nodding toward Reid.
"I do, too, Diego," spoke the one known as Daniel.
"I told you to make sure they were all dead," muttered a darker skinned girl.
"Silence," Michael said. "Gabriel, do you recognize this man?"
"Yes. When we were in Cambridge."
"So you admit it?" came Reid's voice.
"Reid," Scott whipped around, glaring at him.
"Unfortunately, I must. My apologies. We don't exactly operate the same way Scott does," Michael said, shifting his gaze from Reid to Scott. "If we can avoid any bloodshed, I'm sure we'd both appreciate that."
"We would," Scott replied. "Two problems, though. You've brought some attention to yourself. Some that reached my ears all the way out in California. That kinda' publicity isn't good our kind, wouldn't you agree."
Michael only looked at Scott.
"And it so happens, while Reid is standing with us, his boyfriend is in a coma and his roommate is in a morgue. So, what do you propose to make amends?"
Michael snorted. "Amends? To a human? I can only offer my sincerest apologies and condolences. And make you a promise to shake on," he directed at Scott, holding out his hand. "We'll keep the murders to a down-low. Confine them to criminals. Deal?"
Scott eyed the other alpha's hand and then looked into Michael Weldon's eyes. Scott knew he was lying, but he favored avoiding a fight more. So he took the hand and they shook. But as they shook, a ring of fire blazed around the two groups. Michael smirked and said, "I'm glad you came to us, Scott."
