Two months later Scott woke in a cold sweat from a nightmare; a horrible thought came to him about something important he had left unfinished.
"Morning," he greeted at breakfast and sat next to the twins, startling them both.
"Did we do something wrong?" Aidan asked quickly. Although Scott had finally begun to get a grip on his sanity, finding his center as an alpha again, the twins still shied away around him. Both had taken a submissive posture in their seats.
"What? No, of course not," Scott assured them, rolling his eyes. "I've come to a conclusion to an issue that needs to be resolved."
"Sure sounds like they did something wrong," Kali interjected slyly from across the table, before drinking from her coffee. Scott could practically feel as both twins broke out into a sweat and he glared at the she-alpha. Deucalion watched carefully next to her, face closed, but heartbeat steadied out as it did when he was uneasy. And everybody wondered how Scott got his dramatic streak, his entire pack was overly dramatic!
"For the love of God, no one did anything wrong," he huffed and turned back to his omegas. "I think we should finish high school."
"Um..." Whatever the twins had been expecting him to say, clearly it wasn't that.
"Where did this come from?" Derek asked from the end of the table, his usual scowl in place.
"I don't know." Scott shrugged. "It's just something I realized I regretted: never graduating or anything. It used to be really important to me."
"Okay, but what do we have to do with this?" Ethan asked.
"Well, you two didn't graduate either."
"So?" Aidan grunted.
Scott gritted his teeth and took a moment to compose himself. "Don't you two want to better yourselves?"
"Sure, but not through study." Aidan shrugged. "And not through math."
"He's being a little bitch, ignore him Alpha." Ethan sighed. "He hates math."
"There is literally no point for me to study it!"
"Having a GED opens the door for more jobs," Scott pointed out. "Plus from what I recall, it's not that hard of a test. It shouldn't take too much studying to get you two caught up."
"Why would they need more job options?" Kali rolled her eyes. "They seem quite happy with manual labor and taking off their shirts."
"Ha! I knew you were watching," Aiden accused. Scott repressed another sigh and waited for his pack to calm down. Which, after Deucalion sent a warning growl across the table to the twins, ended up not being that long.
"You should want to have as many options as possible," he started again. "When we settle there might not be a manual labor option or you may want to try something new."
"Settle?" Both twins grew serious and gave Scott their full attention. In fact, the entire pack had gone quiet.
"You want to settle?" Deucalion asked carefully, voice and heartbeat still neutral.
"Not here." Scott shrugged. "But yeah, I'd like to find a place to settle and create a more permanent den." He knew this was important to the twins, something they had always wanted. A home.
"Oh." That was about the most either of them could do.
"If you start talking about pups and mating then I'm fucking out of here," Kali snorted and it broke some of the tension. Scott could feel the undercurrent of emotions swirling within his pack at his words and worked hard to maintain his casual presence. Derek leaned closer to him.
"You know that's a big step for a pack: finding a place to settle. Certain instincts will kick in once you pick a place."
"I figured." Scott nodded. He had to stop himself from asking how Derek felt about the decision. He was the alpha, the others would let him know in private if they had issues, but in front of the group his word was law. It had been taking some practice with Deucalion and Kali, but Scott was getting better at honing his instincts without being cruel or uncompromising.
"It would be nice to have a home again," Derek finally agreed and sat back in his seat.
"Hence the GED exam." Scott pulled them back to his original topic. "It's just something that might make settled life a bit easier." In this instance Scott wanted to give his omegas a choice, and to be honest he wanted studying mates, too.
"Yeah, okay." Ethan replied immediately and Aidan sighed loudly, but nodded when Scott sent him a questioning look.
"Good," Scott brightened considerably, "let's get started."
Lessons began the next day and Scott turned his passion for research into study topics for the GED. Teaching the twins everything he could get his hands on. He bought a preparation booklet and had all three of them take the practice test to see what areas they needed to focus on (which ended up being every subject for both twins).
It felt wonderful to pour over the familiar information: writing, mathematics, social studies, history, science, and reading. As soon as he'd started rereading the curriculum it felt like seeing an old friend again, memories of school rushing into his mind. Scott made sure to try and add in as much werewolf lore within the studies as he could find, partly for himself and partly to keep Aidan interested as the twin struggled the most out of the three with learning.
Deucalion went through all the lycanthropy history with them, telling stories and the origins of their mythology. Scott found it endlessly fascinating, often staying longer than the twins to listen to more stories and go into greater depth about a subject.
His interest only seemed to excite Deucalion and further spur his academic enthusiasm and they would both talk long into the nights. Scott's dreams were filled with ancient knowledge and tales of wolves dancing in the light.
It took four months of constant study for the twins to be at a satisfactory level for Scott to sign them up for testing. At that point both Derek and Kali were pent up with restless energy as most of the pack had been cooped up and normal activities, such as patrols and sparing, had been put aside.
As for the twins, Scott had never been more proud. Aidan especially had ended up flourishing (although not in math) when Scott had decided to add an extra curricular subject to relieve some of the intense pressure and picked art.
They had each chosen a different medium, with Aidan picking carpentry and excelling at it far past anyone's expectations. Ethan had tried metal sculpture but had ended up focusing on welding more than actual art and Scott had taken up photography.
He'd never had a flare for creativity and perhaps it reminded him of Allison; however, like her, he wasn't very good at it. Although Deucalion poured over his pictures with an fixation that confused Scott, wondering if it had something to do with his past blindness.
The past three months of studying together had led the three young men to form a habit of gathering at the coffee table in the living room, sitting on the floor and going over their respective studies. Scott encouraged them along the way, finally starting to bond with the twins and forming a connection they'd previously never shared. The more time he spent with them, chatting and sometimes just quietly hanging out, the calmer the two seemed to become. They actively began to seek him out to talk and shied around him less and less until one night, a week before they tested and Scott had them cramming, the two fell asleep pressed up tight against either side of him, showing an unguarded sense of trust they generally only had for Deucalion.
"Something wrong?" Scott asked later that night after he had staggered into his room and collapsed on the bed. Deucalion was still up, sitting on the bed and regarding Scott with a muted look.
"It's nothing." He reached out and brushed a hand through Scott's hair, eyes softening. The young man leaned into the touch and let exhaustion wash over him and drifted off.
.
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"Ready?" Scott asked a week later, Aidan and Ethan standing on either side of him in front of the testing center. The sky was clear, sun high in the sky as a brisk breeze ruffled their clothes. The air around them was quiet for a moment as both twins took a deep breath.
"No." Aidan replied suddenly and looked pale.
Ethan shrugged.
"Remember, it's an almost eight hour test," Scott went over again, paternal instincts kicking in. "Use your time wisely, we've gone over tons of strategies. You just need to score 410 on each subject to pass so if you don't know the answer just move on to the next problem." Both twins sighed and Scott had to remind himself to back off. "Calculators?" he asked before he could help it.
"Yes, dad," Ethan finally huffed and they both held one up. "God, you're worse than Deucalion." The older wolf in question had been in an extreme state of calm the entire morning, which Scott took to be his version of panic, as his heartbeat had been steadier than a metronome and that had to take an insane amount of control to do for that long.
"You'll do fine," Scott said after another minute. He opened the door and started to walk in. "I trust you." It was quiet and he didn't turn around to see their faces.
Eight hours later in the park they had promised to meet, Scott was barreled over by his omegas in their excitement as they showed him their passing scores. An incredible feeling welled up in his chest then, only for him to realize it was pure elation; happiness like Scott hadn't felt in years. He pulled both twins in for a hug and howled up into the sky before he could contain it. Aiden and Ethan joined in and for once, Scott felt completely at peace with himself. Whole, as if his scars both mental and physical had been washed away. Over something so simple, but important too.
Their boundless excitement and energy swept through the rest of the pack when they returned home, amplified by the restlessness everyone had been feeling and the next clear memory Scott had was of running through a forest, full moon shimmering above and the scent of his entire pack around him. He laughed, wild and recklessly, dancing with the trees and wind.
Scott felt through the shifting of scents and the slide of skin, a firm body press up against him. Through the wind and the music of everyone's heartbeats Deucalion moved in sync with Scott, their bodies twisting and twirling together. Dancing in the darkness and moonlight Scott felt his stomach clench with want. He blinked, and was suddenly swept up into a fervent kiss, Deucalion's hands cupping Scott's face.
Everyone howled around them and he could feel the power of the moon calling and swirling within. Scott pulled away, took a deep breath and kissed back, channeling everything he felt in that moment through it. The world spun and for one golden moment, nothing in the world could bring down Scott McCall.
Of course morning came eventually, as did reality.
"Wh-what?" Scott almost rolled out of bed, senses not all kicking in at the same time. He blinked at the sunlight glittering behind the curtains and didn't remember coming back home or falling asleep. Odd.
That was when the scent hit him.
"Oh god." Like a sucker punch to the gut, Scott rolled up into a ball and tried to calm his instincts. Their heat had come early.
"Deucalion?" He twisted around and found the older man turned away, body twitching and arousal radiating off him. Scott sat up and had to shake his head, dizziness overcoming him. Something was different, his pack's scent was off. Why had the heat come so early? It had barely been nine months. "Deucalion." He tried again and reached out for his bedmate, but as soon as his skin made contact Scott found himself engulfed by the other wolf, Deucalion's lips burning on his as hands pulled Scott flush against him.
His scent was potent enough to make Scott lightheaded and he felt his vision flicker, adding to his alarm. His pack's desire was always compelling during a heat, clamoring at his senses and demanding fulfillment, but never to the point of overpowering him physically. This time it felt draining just to be around the other alpha. Scott felt himself go limp and fall back, hitting the mattress with a thump.
At his lack of response Deucalion finally pulled away, although he kept his head buried against the younger man's neck. "Scott?" Voice harsh and wrecked, a tongue swiped out to lick across Scott's skin.
He didn't answer back, heartbeat becoming irregular as he gasped for breath as whatever Scott was feeling intensified. A weight lifted and suddenly Deucalion's face was before his, pupils blown out and irises an intense red, but his face alarmed.
The sounds of the rest of the pack filtered into Scott's senses and impulse took over. He pushed Deucalion away. "Need to check on the others." He managed and stumbled out of bed.
"You're pale—" Deucalion was clearly wrestling with his own instincts, his naked body covered in a sheen of sweat; Scott could practically feel the pulse of his blood, a thick vein in his neck calling to him. He turned and made for the door.
"I'll be back, don't worry." Outside the room the scent was weaker and Scott took a moment to collect himself. It was ruined as Kali came out and Scott flinched back, able to smell the wetness between her legs.
"Alpha?" She rushed up to him as Scott slid down the wall to sit on the floor, the world floating as vertigo seemed to overtake him.
"Something's wrong, Kali." He mumbled and pushed his hands against his temples. "Heat's early. Your scents are off. I feel weird." She was careful and didn't touch him, but Scott could smell the sheer want on her, could see the swell of her breasts underneath her overcoat.
"What..." Kali paused from whatever she had been about to say and studied Scott, eyes sharp even when clouded with lust.
"What's wrong with me?" Scott asked and didn't like how helpless he sounded. Through the walls to his room he thought he heard Deucalion make a pained noise. A hand finally touched his shoulder and he watched as Kali took a shuddering breath.
"I need you to trust me, Alpha." She spoke slowly. "Nothing's wrong, but I don't have the willpower to sit here and explain it unless you want to fuck me senseless against the wall so I can calm down."
"Please no," Scott muttered and they both gave small smiles.
"So believe me that you're fine and what's happening can be explained. What you're experiencing? It may seem hard but give into it, you'll feel better." She shook and her scent was almost nauseating, but a primal part of him growled and his she-alpha trembled on her knees. "I really need to go, I almost—"
"Go." Scott ordered and she took off. He heaved himself up, hands scrabbling at the wall to steady himself. He had to accept that Kali knew what she was talking about. A sharp bark was issued and only Derek responded, meaning the twins had already left.
"Are you alright?" Scott asked as he leaned heavily against Derek's door.
"Fine." His pack mate responded instantly, voice rough but gentle. He didn't open the door and Scott was glad for it, unsure if he could handle Derek's scent as well. "Are you? I heard Kali."
"Is she right?" If anyone would know about werewolves, it'd be Derek.
"I think I know what she's getting at." The other responded. "I have to leave too, but just remember that a pack responds to their alpha. You've changed and from your perspective, so has our heats."
"My perspective..." Scott trailed off, contemplating. It was cut off as he heard another pained noise from Deucalion and he ran back over to his door. "Told you I'd be—what are you doing?!" He meant to yell but it came out as a frantic whisper. Deucalion was kneeling on their bed, claws sunken deep into his leg with blood trickling down.
"Scott, you look faint." He groaned and Scott noticed his scent had weakened. He was trying to force the heat out of his body.
"No, don't do that. I'm fine." Of course Scott had to put his hands on his knees to steady himself as the world spun. He focused on Kali's words; to give into the feeling. Of what? Passing out on the floor?
He opened his eyes and looked over Deucalion, pain and anxiety mixed in his scent now, blood still pounding through his body and erection straining between his legs. His neck called out to Scott again and the young man concentrated on that. "Stop hurting yourself." He commanded and let his eyes shift and teeth come out. It was the first time he had ordered Deucalion during a heat.
Deucalion's nails slid back into his hand and Scott could hear his breathing hitch at his alpha's display of power. Scott drew more energy from that and stalked forward, the scent of lust returning tenfold and he threw himself on the older man, clamping his teeth around Deucalion's neck. He groaned, hands seizing Scott's back, human nails scraping down soft skin and the younger man arched, moaning through his bite. Deucalion thrashed at the vibrations it caused, hips thrusting up against Scott.
"There we go." Scott breathed, releasing his grip. He smiled as Deucalion grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down for another bruising kiss, teeth flashing and moans tumbling from his lips.
"Y-you're sure—?" Deucalion always tried so hard for him, it was humbling. Scott growled and snaked a hand down to grip Deucalion's cock, wrenching a broken groan from the man. He pumped roughly, running a finger along the slit and moving his mouth to trail along the solid chest beneath him. Scott felt as Deucalion's claws snapped out and sunk into his back, but he shrugged off the pain, falling further into the heat.
"Tell me what you want." Scott mumbled into heated skin, drawing a nipple between his teeth before sucking hard. His hand moved lower so he could massage the older man's scrotum, rolling the trembling flesh with sure fingers. Deucalion bucked into his hand, gasping and Scott felt the scrape of fangs against his shoulder. "You wanna bite me? That what you wanna do?" He teased, removing his hand before shoving his knee between Deucalion's legs so the man could grind against it. Scott reached behind to the fingers buried in his back and pried them away, pinning Deucalion's wrists against the bed and leaning over the other with only his knee to tortuously satisfy the older man. Deucalion's teeth were fully extended and Scott knew from experience they ached to bite. He bent down closer. "Do you wish it had been you that had bitten me? To make me a werewolf, to sink into my neck and taste my blood?"
Scott nearly slipped and fell as Deucalion jerked violently against his knee, incoherent sounds pouring from his lips as his teeth snapped at the neck in front of him. He had lost all control and a part of Scott reveled in it.
"Tell me what you want." He repeated, egged on. "Please tell me. I'm yours right now." Deucalion surged up, crushing his lips against Scott's again and forcing his way into the younger man's mouth.
"You. Need you—all of you." Scott was amazed he managed to put that many words together and decided to try and help.
"Want me to fuck you so hard you'll feel it for days?" He purred, licking gently at Deucalion's neck.
"Please." Deucalion panted, struggling against Scott's hold, arching to try and get closer. His eyes were a brilliant red that glowed, tears threatening to fall in his desperation. Scott groaned loudly at the words, primal instincts taking over and an idea blossoming within his mind.
"I know what you need." He released his bedmate's hands and fumbled for the nightstand. Deucalion immediately attacked his chest once free, tongue and teeth scraping at his skin with hands returning to his back. Scott gave a strangled laugh as Deucalion grabbed his ass and pushed their hips together, painfully reminding him of his own needs.
He finally wrenched open the drawer and pulled out some lube, sitting back up and pushing Deucalion down. The older wolf whined but stayed still, eyeing the bottle with desire.
Scott turned the other man on his side before lifting his closest leg and hooking it over his shoulder, running a finger along Deucalion's skin and noting the rougher hair on his calf becoming finer and softer as he trailed down closer to his thigh before reaching the smooth muscled skin of his ass and pressing against his entrance. Deucalion buried his face in the sheets to cover his loud moan, cock dripping with anticipation.
Scott squirted a generous amount of the clear lubricant onto his hand before pressing a single finger into the wolf below him, grinning as Deucalion cried out in frustration, hips pushing back and demanding more.
"I heard what you said." Scott assured and sunk another two fingers into him, twisting them around before brushing against Deucalion's prostate. The man's leg around him tightened as he flailed against Scott, screaming into the mattress, claws ripping at the bedding. The young man was forced to grab the leg on his shoulder to steady himself.
"More." Deucalion begged as Scott slowly thrust in and out of him.
"Like this?" He pushed a fourth finger in, feeling the tight ring of muscle clamp down at the intrusion. Deucalion, for his part, seemed to finally realize what Scott had planned and gave a long muffled whine, tears finally breaking as he pleaded to Scott breathlessly.
"You said to fill you." Scott expanded, sliding his thumb in as well. "What you need is a good hard knot inside, pressing so tight against your walls that it feels like you're gonna burst." It was tricky, trying to push his knuckles past the sphincter as Scott didn't want to hurt Deucalion, but was encouraged by the noises the man made at both his actions and words. The further he sunk in, the more the man's cock leaked, dark red in his excitement. "I'm not a wolf right now, but that doesn't mean I can't give you what you want."
The sight in front of Scott was intoxicating as his entire fist finally pushed into Deucalion. The man lay sprawled on the bed, twisted to the side and legs trembling, curled around Scott with clawed fingers white and clenched into the sheets; sweat coating his body as he panted, trying to adjust.
"Mine." Scott whispered and closed his fist, making a knot within the other. He knew when it pressed against Deucalion's prostate because the man's entire body writhed and his back sharply arched as he convulsed in pleasure. Scott removed his free hand from Deucalion's leg to stroke the other's neglected cock, using quick and precise movements as the older wolf squirmed on his fist, bucking against him before hitting his climax.
"SCOTT!" Deucalion screamed, fangs showing as he transformed fully. Scott squeezed his fist to prolong the feeling as come spurt from Deucalion with such force that it splattered all across the bed and onto his face. Scott's mind left him for a moment, rushing forward to lick greedily at it before plunging his fangs into the outstretched neck, spiraling Deucalion further down another wave of pleasure. He continued milking him, wrenching another orgasm from Deucalion before carefully withdrawing his hand and falling back onto the bed, exhausted.
Scott listened to Deucalion breathing with anxiety in his stomach, making sure there were no sounds of pain. It was an unusual heat, so Scott wasn't sure how long this might need to continue.
"You alright?" he finally wheezed out, too weary to try and sit up as whatever power he had been drawing from the heat, left him. The only answer he received was a low sated groan from Deucalion. "Good." Scott sighed, feeling sweat trickle down his forehead. In a few minutes he would attempt to move again, until then—
His breath choked off as Deucalion brushed a hand over his body, heaving himself over to grab Scott's legs and drag the young man closer, yanking off his briefs and licking roughly at his flagging erection. Scott moaned, part in pleasure, but mainly in fatigue. Deucalion drew him in completely and sucked with a raw hunger, hollowing out his cheeks to enclose Scott in a tight wet heat. It sent electricity down his spine, but did nothing to drive back the tiredness.
"Hey, give me a small break." He pushed at the overeager alpha, but was ignored. Deucalion made a desperate noise as his arms ran up Scott's side and twined around him. "Deucalion." At his command the older wolf pulled back with a whine. Part of Scott mourned the loss of those talented lips.
"Please," Deucalion begged, kissing at the young wolf's sensitive hips, "just want to worship your body...you've done so much—" Scott knew he was still out of it, words a jumbled mess. "Just want to love you..."
"Um," Scott coughed nervously. He finally managed to sit up and draw the other closer, nuzzling at Deucalion's neck and licking at his bite mark, slightly embarrassed at the probably unintended declaration. He decided to ignore it. "I know you don't like to leave things unfinished, I'm just too tired to go another round right now." He explained gently. "Give me a few minutes."
"Your scent's already changing." Deucalion pointed out, eyes still a burning red. He growled at Scott's ministrations.
"Yeah," Scott looked down and saw his excitement decreasing again, "don't know what's wrong with me."
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong." Deucalion mouthed at Scott's ear, nipping at the ear and sending a tiny jolt through him. "Let me help you."
"I want to be able to give you the attention you deserve." Scott argued. Deucalion made a distressed sound in the back of his throat and pressed against Scott until the young man was lying back on the bed.
"No, my turn." His eyes sharpened for just a moment, showing Scott he knew what he was saying. "Let me pleasure you...please." Trust. He was asking for Scott's trust.
"Ok."
It was shaky, but Scott meant what he said, fingers trembling as he clutched the sheets underneath him. In a flash Deucalion was back lavishing his cock, tongue everywhere, humming around Scott to make the young man shiver. A small part of him felt guilt, that Deucalion was being so gentle with him when Scott hadn't the first time he'd pinned the older wolf underneath him.
"Stop thinking." Deucalion pulled back just enough to mutter, nipping at Scott's thigh and the younger wolf jerked. He watched as Deucalion trailed kisses up along his chest, hands constantly moving and caressing, almost massaging and Scott tried to relax into it. His breath stuttered as Deucalion reached his neck and started sucking lightly on his pulse, causing lightning shoot down his nerves and Scott fought against the urge to tilt his neck. Deucalion chuckled at this and the vibrations made Scott jolt, hands coming up to rest on the other's hips.
"Wh-what are you doing?" He tried not to sound scared. Deucalion scraped his teeth over Scott's neck as he switched to the other side. The younger man buckled as his neck was lavished, sensations flooding his system and he tried to keep breathing through it. Deucalion freed a hand and grasped Scott's erection, pulling a gasp from him. Skillful fingers ran up and down its length as Deucalion pressed his tongue flat against Scott's neck, along a jugular and something about the motion twisted at Scott's chest.
"Deucalion—" Deucalion finally retreated, Scott's hand coming to his neck to feel the healing bruises. He took a deep breath, calming his heart as he prepared himself. At least his cock seemed to be enjoying the attention.
"Did..." Deucalion looked unsure of himself for a moment. "Did that feel good?"
Scott blinked. "It felt—different."
He pulled the older man down on him, pleasantly surprised when Deucalion went straight for his mouth, kissing frantically. They broke after a moment and he moved to Scott's chest, passing his neck and the younger man sighed in relief. It choked out as Deucalion nipped at his flesh, but before he could process much else the man sat up, face tense. Scott frowned, worried, and he open his mouth to speak, but was cut off as the older wolf climbed on top of his sprawled body, aligning himself and sinking down onto Scott's erection.
"Oh." His mind fizzled out as he dug his feet into the mattress to push himself more into the other. Deucalion shuddered as he was filled and finally seemed comfortable, relaxing. Scott's hands found their way to his hips, mind dizzy with desire as he watched Deucalion straddle him, shifting and sending warm shocks through him.
"G-gonna move?" he managed to ask. Deucalion watched him carefully, eyes sharper and not clouded like Scott wanted. At the his words the man finally stirred, hips bucking against Scott's and they both moaned. Deucalion rode him, body working hard as he set an intense pace, sweat rolling off his body and muscles tight as he gripped the headboard for leverage and to change his angle. Scott's back had arched off the bed as he gritted his teeth, eyes closed, the pleasure nearly overwhelming him but he hung on, panting as the sight above him was worth it.
"Scott..." Deucalion whimpered and the young wolf realized he was getting close, erection quivering again as he neared his peak, but holding himself back. He wanted Scott to come first.
"It's cool, you can—" His voice cut off as Deucalion slammed himself down on Scott, walls tightening around his cock and making the younger man see stars. His claws slid out and buried themselves into Deucalion's hips, the sensation pushing the man closer to the edge, whining as he clearly held himself back from release. A part of Scott enjoyed seeing him struggle so much, exhausted but with ecstasy running rampant through his system, trying to fight against the pleasure he was obviously feeling.
Scott shoved past his own fatigue and wrapped a hand around the other wolf's member. Deucalion jumped at the motion, causing them both to cry out, and swore as his entire body trembled. His arms collapsed and he fell on top of Scott, head buried in the crook of his neck as he shuddered violently, Scott's hand playing roughly with him.
"I—" Whatever Deucalion had been about to say was lost as Scott bit his neck, tongue running along the flesh in his mouth and the older man broke, breathless, come coating Scott's hand and their chests. His entire body clamped around the younger wolf and it surprised Scott so much that his own release caught him off guard, jolting him and passing too quickly. Scott clenched his teeth harder as he rode his orgasm before releasing and gasping, like he'd never taken a proper breath before.
Deucalion rolled off him after another moment, shaking as he tried to regain his own breathing. They both recovered and the cloying scent at last started to fade, letting Scott's head finally start to clear. He grinned in relief, heartbeat slowing down. That hadn't been so bad. A little scary, but not bad.
Scott flinched for a moment, waiting for the darkness to lash against him, his body prepared to face the onslaught pain...but nothing happened. Scott released a long breath, unknown anxiety easing in his chest and his freedom from that horrible past truly hit him.
Several minutes passed before Scott noticed Deucalion had shifted away from him, sitting up and facing the wall, oddly hushed. He reached out and ran a hand down the strong back, fingers tracing over muscles. The older wolf gave a low growl, but refused to face Scott.
"Hey." He struggled to sit up, but managed, and slung himself to drape over the man, arms circling around his waist. "Your leg better?"
"What?" Deucalion finally glanced at him, eyes closed off. Scott slid a hand down to run across Deucalion's thigh that he'd sunk his own claws into. He felt the slight bumps of scars and frowned.
"Don't hurt yourself like that," he admonished gently.
Deucalion's hand joined Scott's. "I was worried."
"Mutilating yourself in front of me did not help." Scott pointed out, hand returning to the man's waist. "Now you're being quiet, what's wrong?" He paused as a thought came to him. "Is it me? Because I was out of it?"
"What? No." Deucalion turned in his arms so he was half facing Scott, eyes flashing. "You were perfect, even as you coped with new hormones you...how you understand my body is—you still take my breath away." He made it sound like a painful admission and Scott tilted his head.
"So, I'm too good?" Scott smirked.
"No." Deucalion blew out a breath. He turned his eyes away from Scott again, being stubbornly aloof. The younger man still noticed as the back of his neck turned red.
"What's wrong?" Scott tried again, worry starting to set in him. "You're sure it's not me? I don't know why my body reacted so differently, I'm sorry if it ruined—"
"It's me, Scott. I'm upset at myself!" Deucalion's voice cut in his curtness, even though Scott knew it wasn't directed at him. He growled, eyes shifting as he grew tried of Deucalion's evasive attitude. They were in a heat, he could force Deucalion to tell him if he wanted—Scott pulled back sharply on his thoughts, frightened at the path they had taken. He couldn't think like that anymore.
"Alright, I'm sorry." He felt sick again and moved away. Deucalion must have sensed his discomfort because he turned back to Scott and gripped his arm.
"Stop saying you're sorry, you've nothing to be sorry for." Deucalion seemed to forcibly relax himself, looking ashamed. "I'm the one who's sorry. I suppose I don't like being reminded of my own shortcomings, but I shouldn't withdraw from you."
"I don't understand," Scott tried to push the frustration welling up in his chest down. "You looked like you were enjoying everything."
"Far more than simply enjoying," the man rolled his eyes, "if my multiple orgasms were any indicator. You...you didn't seem to be at the same level when the tables were turned, though." Scott quirked an eyebrow, still not making the connection.
Deucalion dragged a hand through his hair, eyes downcast. "I—I don't know how to pleasure you."
Scott opened his mouth as several images of Deucalion on his knees as he swallowed him down and made the younger man's knees shake; crowded his mind. Deucalion held up a hand.
"You can play my body similarly to an expert musician can his choice instrument." Which seemed a really flowery way of saying Scott knew what made him cum. The younger man tilted his head and frowned, still not following. "You know every aspect of me instinctually. It seems I do not know you the same way."
"You—" Scott was at a loss. It explained why Deucalion had asked if what he was doing felt good, why he had watched Scott so carefully. To be fair, it's not like anything he had done felt bad. Scott assumed he had been uncomfortable because he was unused to being on the bottom.
"Your scent and heartbeat don't lie," Deucalion explained, "you were uncomfortable...and scared."
"A bit." Scott admitted, swiping at his nose as he looked away. "Releasing control is hard, of course I was scared. I also didn't know what was happening with my body, still don't know. Guess I'm still a little scared. It's only fair, though, you were scared the first time I—"
"Don't." The venom in his voice shocked Scott. Deucalion's eyes flared red as they glared at him. "This was not the same. It—it wasn't, I didn't forced myself upon you...right?"
Scott saw where the conversation was headed and stopped it.
"Of course not, sorry. I gave you my consent." But he was still troubled, that ever-lingering guilt tapping gently at the back of Scott's mind.
"My body found a hungering lust in that fear, our first time." Deucalion shook his head. "Yours does not. I don't know how to make you feel as you make me."
"That's fine." Scott shrugged and felt Deucalion jerk next to him. "We'll try again later. You seem to be forgetting I've had almost five years to learn your body. It's not like anything you did felt bad. Like you said, I was coping with new hormones."
"True." Scott privately thought Deucalion liked being hard on himself, otherwise this would have dropped by now. He decided they should stop focusing on him for the moment.
"So did you like my makeshift knot?" He made his hand a fist and watched a full body shudder go through Deucalion. The man's throat seemed to have closed as he only gave Scott a tight nod. "How do you feel?"
"Sated. Complete." Deucalion turned to bury his head in Scott's neck, scenting him out.
"It's the least I can do after...well, before. It must've hurt when I had to lock myself away immediately afterwards."
"It's...in the past." Deucalion said quickly, but he did not meet Scott's eyes. The guilt stabbed at Scott's chest again and he started to pull away, a strong arm pulled him back and their mouths meeting briefly. Scott tried to put an apology behind his movements, tried to shake his guilt but it clung to him. Deucalion drew away to suck lightly at his neck, making the younger man yelp and jerk.
"Wh-what is that?" he asked, ignoring the electricity running up his spine. "F-feels—"
"Good?"
"Like sparks jumping around inside me." Scott explained, rubbing his neck. "Never felt that before, what're you doing?"
"It's—erm, a trick?" Deucalion seemed to have to hold himself back from attacking Scott's neck again. The worst of the heat was over, but Scott knew the desire to touch him would be strong with his entire pack. "Only works for dominate alphas. Your brain is receiving conflicting signals with my teeth so close to your neck and the natural sensitivity wolves have in that area. I've been told the feeling is...unique."
"You don't know?"
"I never allowed anyone close to my neck when I was dominate." The older man looked away, eyes darkening and Scott could tell when he was reliving memories. He took the opportunity to reach forward and lick at the bared neck, bringing his lips down to seal around flesh. "It'll feel good, to me," Deucalion grunted, squirming as his scent started to turn again, "but as a submissive I want to feel your teeth."
"Oh." Scott pulled back and smirked at the whine he received. "Makes sense."
"You didn't have to stop." He felt the laughter bubble up in his chest and Scott grinned. It quickly died as a wave of exhaustion rolled over him, reminding him of earlier. He fell against Deucalion's side and felt the man tense next to him.
"I think we're gonna have to wait awhile until the others get back. Still don't know what's wrong with me."
"Nothing." Strong arms circled around him. "Nothing's wrong with you." Scott felt his eyes drift shut, heart still uneasy, but safe as another body curled up next to his and he finally let sleep overtake him.
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