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Two-Pack
Aiden was unhappy. While he had drastically improved, there was still no sign of him getting out of this hospital, and he was going ever so slightly stir crazy being stuck in there. As he was now out of danger, it also meant he didn't get visitors expect from at proper visiting hours unless Melissa came in to talk to him, and while that did cheer him up, he would rather see the rest of the pack. Ethan was there every day, sometimes with Danny in tow, and Scott, Isaac and Stiles were there frequently and even Kira had popped her head in. But Lydia still hadn't been in to see him, he'd been in here for two weeks now, and he hadn't heard from her. As soon as he had been able to, he had sent her texts, called her, to no avail, she hadn't picked up, answered or anything. Apparently she hadn't even asked Ethan how he was, hadn't sent a card and was apparently doing everything in her power not to be in any way connected with her boyfriend.
Aiden had promised himself, told himself repeatedly, that he wasn't bothered by this. And at first he hadn't minded, after all, she had just lost her best friend, and he hadn't exactly helped her by getting himself stabbed by one of the Oni. But now, well, he was kind of hurt. He wouldn't admit it to anyone (though Ethan knew full well and he suspected the others all knew too) but he was kind of upset that she apparently didn't even care enough to come and see him after he had very nearly died. Was he being unreasonable in wanting her to visit, in just wanting to talk to his girlfriend? And...well to at least find out if she did care?
"You ok?" Scott asked as he flicked half heartedly through the comics that Isaac had brought him this week, and Aiden shrugged.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He brushed off, not looking at his Alpha and Scott looked at him sadly, the sadness he felt colouring the air with his scent, and Scott laid a hand on Aiden's shoulder and Aiden turned and looked at him as if he were standing to attention and he gave his Alpha a shy smile, and Scott felt the tumult of emotions that Aiden felt towards him at the moment wash over him, and he had to shake his head a little bit to clear it.
He had moved heaven and earth to save Aiden, it was only natural that Aiden would be thankful, but wow, the slam of emotions, too many for him to decipher, that he got every time Aiden and he were together like this was taking a bit of getting used to. He smiled down at Aiden, who did seem to perk up a little bit.
"Hey, you can talk to me you know, if you want to. You're pack now, nothing's going to change that ok? You're one of mine now, got it? No matter what." He told him, and Aiden nodded, smiling slightly, seeing what Scott was really saying.
No matter what was going on with him and Lydia, he wasn't going to be kicked out of the pack. And, strangely, Aiden felt himself relaxing a little bit. He still wanted to see her, and he was hurt that she didn't seem to care enough to even visit when he had nearly died, but at least he had the pack who cared about him. It was a strange feeling, having so many people other than Ethan care about him. And what Scott had done to save him, he hadn't done anything to deserve that, yet Scott had done it anyway, he had amassed all the power he possibly could have and had simply refused to allow him to die. And now, he couldn't even look at his Alpha without all sorts of emotions flooding through him, some of which he didn't even know he was capable of feeling.
But...oddly enough, it felt good. It felt right, it felt nice, caring for other people, and having them care back in return.
Stupid lousy sweet life saving Alpha rubbing off on everyone.
"There you go dude, one Malamar. You need to hold the DS upside down." Stiles explained and Aiden grinned as he returned to his game, deciding to vent his frustrations that Lydia apparently didn't care about the fact that he had nearly died by using his newly evolved Malamar (he'd been having problems evolving his Inkay) to smack down a few Swoobat.
Ethan shook his head in bemusement as he watched his twin return to his game. The Alpha's best friend or not, he was going to kill Stiles for introducing Aiden to Pokemon, honestly, he didn't pay attention to him as it was, now this was just going to make him worse. But, admittedly, since he'd been saved and had been fully accepted into the pack, he could feel his brother becoming less violent, less angry at the world. He was starting to feel happy, and Ethan was too.
They both finally had a pack, a decent pack again after all these years, not one that was only meant to make them better killers. No, here they were a loved and accepted member of the pack, and it felt amazing. And, Ethan had Danny, and he could hardly remember when he had been so happy, not since, well he could remember one guy who had made him feel this happy but that had been a long time ago. And...he actually loved Danny, and Danny loved him. He had a pack. His brother was alive.
Now, if only Lydia wasn't avoiding Aiden, everything would be perfect.
He and Danny had tried their hardest to talk to her, or to at least get her to talk to Aiden but she had been avoiding them and him like the plague, and he felt bad for his brother. Danny looked annoyed and suspicious every time he thought about it, and Ethan didn't like it either. Aiden had nearly died, and what could have been one of his last words was a lament that Lydia would never know how much he had tried to prove that he had changed. But despite that, despite him trying so hard to prove himself to her, she still hadn't even deigned to talk to him.
Not that he wanted to think ill of fellow pack members, or his brother's girlfriend, but the word bitch was starting to come to mind.
He exchanged a pleading glance with Scott, who simply shrugged, looking annoyed at her too. Well, one bright side, despite whatever was happening between his twin and Lydia at least Scott was on their side.
"So, is everything going back to normal now?" Aiden asked as he contemplated what move to use in a battle.
Scott shrugged, nodding, mostly satisfied.
"Well, yeah kind of. No one else is dying, the Oni are gone, Stiles is free. My dad's gone away as usual, so yeah everything is mostly back to normal." He explained, and Stiles grinned.
"And they're repairing the school since our stubborn Alpha tried so damned hard to save you and kind of wrecked the place." He added, and Aiden grinned at the thought.
"And you're alive even, well you know." Ethan mumbled and both Scott and Stiles looked momentarily pained, and Ethan's mood kind of drooped, so Aiden turned their attention back to him irritably.
"Is anyone going to tell me when the hell I'm getting out of here?" he demanded angrily and Scott looked at him sympathetically, and he had to admit, he did look pitiable sitting in the hospital bed, bandages still wrapped around his chest with a miserable expression on his face.
"Sorry dude, but not until Dr Killean's satisfied. I had him once for a sprained ankle and he didn't let me leave for hours, though I think that was so he could drop Stiles in it with mom for making me skateboard off a wall," he said reminiscently, and Stiles muttered something rude about Dr Killean beside him, "Besides, mom told me you're still hurting, you'll be here till you stop hurting every time you stretch or move." He informed his irritable Beta.
"And don't even think of trying to sneak out of here before you're discharged young man, or, in my position as your Alpha's Alpha, I will send Scott to drag you back here kicking and screaming if I need to." Melissa warned him, wagging her pen at Aiden threateningly, and the bedridden twin went red.
"Ok I won't." He mumbled, not liking Ethan's evil smirk.
"Besides, Scott moved the earth to keep you alive. Wouldn't seem that grateful if you did a runner." Melissa told him as she checked him over, making him do some stretches and frowning as he winced.
"So do you know why Lydia hasn't been to see him yet?" Ethan asked Stiles, who shook his head.
"No idea I'm afraid. Listen, I've been on the receiving end of Lydia for years, whatever's getting to her, she'll come around. She's just weird like that sometimes, and doesn't realise how much she can hurt other people simply be being indifferent. I should know. Danny's a lot nicer." He said, then seemed to realise that he had said too much and looked at Ethan in slight alarm.
"Meaning what exactly?" the younger twin asked, eyes lightening as if about to go blue, but Melissa bade them goodbye and Stiles used the distraction to head to relative safety behind Scott.
"Hey where's Isaac?" Aiden asked, as he kind of liked seeing him here too, and he and Scott had rarely been apart since they had fixed their relationship, and Scott grinned slightly at the thought of his boyfriend.
"He's at home." He replied, and Ethan, who was still glowering at Stiles, sighed.
"You know, you don't know how lucky you are that your boyfriend actually lives with you." He complained, and Scott looked at him in amusement.
"Um, you do realise you pair have that flat Deucalion rented for at least another six months right? And there's no one there but you two? And that he's stuck in here?" he asked, pointing to Aiden who rolled his eyes.
Ethan nodded, though he did smirk at his brother's exasperation.
"Of course I do, but...Danny's bed is comfier than our beds are! And his mom really likes me too, she makes a fuss." He muttered, and Aiden gagged, but Ethan shot him a pointed look and he wisely kept quiet.
"Aww Ethan has a little mom crush." Stiles teased and Ethan growled at him.
"I will kill you, you do realise that right?" he asked sinisterly, and Stiles squeaked in terror and went quiet as Scott and Aiden laughed.
"Well, why's he not here? Did you two fight?" Aiden asked curiously, and looking scandalised at the very thought, Scott shook his head urgently.
"No! No, nothing like that. He was sorting out all of Allison's stuff that Chris left him before he left town, so he's practising with the ring daggers." He said, a smile on his face, and Ethan grinned.
"Let me guess, you find slightly more badass Isaac kind of sexy?" he asked his Alpha and Scott went red and shrugged, making Stiles roll his eyes.
"Well yeah." He admitted with a goofy grin and Stiles groaned.
"Oh no, not the goofy head over heels Scott again, I thought I was free of that." He complained, and Aiden shrugged.
"Hey look on the bright side, you have other people in the pack to share your pain with." He told him, wincing a little as he moved and trying hard not to whimper.
"I'm surprised your mom is letting him keep all that stuff, all those weapons." Ethan mused and Scott shrugged.
"Well I think she feels a little safer with those sorts of weapons in the house since she keeps getting roped into the supernatural stuff too. Besides, they are Allison's, she wouldn't make us get rid of them, not when they were hers. And anyway, she knows Isaac tends to get smacked around a lot, I think she's like me, she feels a little better knowing with them he can be a little safer." He explained, and Stiles nodded.
"Yeah, she said I'm to get some of them too, she says my bat is crap." He lamented, and the twins nodded as one, remembering how it had shattered when he had hit their joined form with it.
"At least you two are getting on...and have seen each other." Aiden complained bitterly, and Stiles looked at him sympathetically, having been treated with indifference by Lydia for years, he knew how he had to be feeling, and it had to be even worse when you had a hole in you.
"Well kind of." Scott said hesitantly, and Stiles, who had been about to try and cheer Aiden up, looked at him curiously.
"What's up? I thought everything was good with you guys? Are you going to dump him again? If you are, I will have this pair rip your nuts off!" he warned and Scott scowled at the reminder.
"And Deaton's too for good measure." Ethan growled menacingly, having been told by Isaac exactly why Scott had been boneheaded enough to dump him in the first place.
"Nothing like that it's just...it's hard." He replied unhelpfully, and Stiles eyes widened, thinking he knew what he was getting at.
"Oh, well talk to Danny if that's the problem, he was nice to me, made it very clear, answered all my questions...why are you glaring at me like that?" he asked awkwardly, seeing the venomous look Ethan was giving him.
"Maybe he doesn't like the fact that you sound like you have a bit of a crush on his boyfriend." Aiden supplied, amused, and Scott, who had been thinking about Isaac, jerked out of his reverie.
"Who, him? Yeah he had a crush on Danny just like he had on Lydia." He supplied, thinking he was being helpful.
However as both twins let out a low growl, he suddenly realised he hadn't been helpful at all.
"Oh thank you so much, yeah, that's a great help, telling them I used to fancy their other halves, what a great best friend!" he complained and Scott at least had the grace to look guilty.
"Heh, sorry dude." He mumbled feebly as both twins looked slightly murderous.
"So what, you've had a crush on my girlfriend and his boyfriend? You're lucky I can't walk without hurting myself!" Aiden harrumphed and Stiles patted the air soothingly.
"Trust me, I'm with Malia, I'm over both of them! They're just good friends!" he insisted, and Ethan looked to his brother.
"Can I beat him up a bit?" he asked hopefully and sensing his life could very well be in danger he grabbed Scott's arm.
"Hey, wake up Captain Oblivious, I'll take you home." He said boldly as both twins growled.
"Huh? Oh, ok. Bye guys. Text me if you need anything ok?" Scott asked kindly, and the simple affection in his voice went a long way to defusing the twins and they smiled and bid their Alpha goodbye, growled at Stiles a little and watched them go, and for a second they stayed silent, both basking in the affection and love they felt from and for the rest of the pack, finally feeling like they belonged.
And then Ethan turned a devious smile onto his brother, and Aiden switched off the DS, resigned.
"Let's hear it then." He told him patiently, and Ethan hopped up onto the bed and sat at his brother's feet, grinning cheerfully.
"When you going to tell Scott about your little crushes?" he wheedled, and Aiden scowled.
"I don't have any crushes." He replied churlishly.
"Sure you do! It's obvious! You're crushing on Scott and Melissa." He told him, and Aiden growled.
"Firstly, no I'm not! Secondly, I'm straight so why would I be crushing on Scott? And thirdly, well, I'm not!" he protested, his voice becoming a whine, and Ethan smirked.
"You so are. And I know it's not an actual crush, it's a man crush you have on Scott. After all he did to save you, it's kind of expected, all that power and magic and stuff, it's only natural. But you definitely have a bit of a crush on mamma McCall." He declared in a sing song voice, and Aiden shook his head adamantly.
"No I don't!" he cried out, enjoying this, though not as much as he did when he did it to Ethan admittedly.
"Oh please, I see the way you look at her. I wouldn't tell Scott you have a thing for his mom though, he might not take it well." Ethan said maddeningly, and Aiden growled at him.
"Trust me little brother, if an Oni hadn't run me through with a sword, I'd have you pinned by now. And you do realise when I get out of here I'm going to kick your ass from here to next year." Aiden promised with a dark smile, but there was no real threat behind it, and Ethan cheerfully hopped onto the bed, hanging just outside of his twins reach, making Aiden growl in frustration and considering the pain might just be worth it, but under the teasing glance, Ethan looked at him in a mix of fear and understanding, and he growled and considered against it, if only to alleviate his brother's puppy dog eyes.
"Whatever you say mongrel." Ethan teased, and Aiden beckoned him closer so he could hit him, but Ethan shook his head tauntingly.
"Come here mutt!" he ordered and Ethan hopped off the bed, then looked out the door, grinning.
"Oh, here comes Melissa. Bummer dude, she's with Dr Killean but I'm sure you can think of a way around that." He teased and Aiden threw a pen at his brother as his giggling twin disappeared from the room, leaving a frustrated, impotent and crimson Aiden in the room as Melissa entered with Dr Killean to give him the once over.
XX
"Do you reckon he'll be alright?" the sheriff asked her, and she nodded, her eyes narrowed.
"Yes, whatever happened, he was definitely shot by a wolfsbane bullet, which means he was defending himself at any rate. What are you going to do with him?" she asked curiously, looking at the unconscious werewolf in his cell with professional interest.
"For the moment there isn't much we can do, at least not until we know more. All I know is I have four bodies, all of them killed by claws by the looks of things, and Derek seems like the likely culprit." He lamented, and the young woman sighed in vexation.
Due to their distrust of Deaton, the sheriff had instead called Marin, who had in turn sent Braeden to help cure Derek, and now, she had to admit, she was seriously interested. Not only had Derek been found covered in the blood of four hunters from the same clan as the one she had already rescued him from, he had no memory of what had happened, and it was that in particular that intrigued her. Memories just didn't disappear, so, was his memory loss something his mind was shying away from, or had his memory been taken, most likely by whatever actually had killed those men?
"But you don't believe that?" Braeden asked, and the young deputy shook his head.
"Unless he's either a very good actor or had some sort of blackout, then no, we don't. Something else killed those people, but you realise how it looks. Do you have any idea of what might have done this?" he asked hopefully, and she shook her head.
Well yes, she had some theories, another werewolf, most likely an Alpha (Deucalion was meant to be elsewhere but she couldn't rule out that he might have come for the twins) and since the entire world would now know Scott existed, it was likely that there was another Alpha in town simply there to cause trouble. But...she couldn't rule out that it was something else entirely.
"None at the moment. Either way, you have an anxious and scared werewolf in your custody. Be careful." She advised, and the sheriff looked at her curiously.
"So how do you fit into all this? Stiles didn't have you on the chessboard." He explained and she allowed herself a cold smile.
"I'm like Deaton and Morrell, but not quite the same. Don't worry, I'm on their side." She assured them and the sheriff scoffed.
"We've heard that before." He dismissed, and she smiled.
"Then you'll know what to expect." She told him, and Parrish looked at her questioningly.
"Are you sticking around?" he asked, and she shrugged.
"Well I daresay I can find a reason to stick around. I'll see what I can find out about what happened in his loft, I have other ways of finding things out. Keep in touch." She said and with that she strolled from the station, leaving a bemused sheriff behind as Parrish checked out her ass appreciatively.
"You reckon we can trust her?" Parrish asked, and John rolled his eyes as he heard the slightly hopeful tone in his voice. Poor kid. It was clear that this Braeden girl was a lot more interested in Derek than anything else.
"If she's in the same mould as Deaton and his sister, probably not, they're both too shady for their own good. But Derek is the problem for the moment. For what it's worth, we don't think he actually killed those people, but without his access to his memories, we have no way of even finding out if he is innocent or not." John mused as he looked through the cell door to where Derek was lying asleep.
He had been so scared, so confused, so desperate to prove that it wasn't him, John seriously couldn't believe that he had killed those people. And even if he had, they were hunters and had certainly shot him, and poisoned him at the same time, their own doctor had discovered that when he had attended to the bullet and Braeden had finished the job when she countered the poison. Derek wasn't a murderer, not like this. Yes he was far from a saint (he knew Melissa would never forgive him for what he did to Isaac) but he wasn't a killer, a butcher. Something about this just didn't make sense.
"Are we going to tell Scott?" Parrish asked curiously as John sank into his chair, musing on what was going on.
"Not till tomorrow. With everything the kids have been through recently, they need a break, however long it might last. I don't want to bring them all back to reality. Besides, Derek could use the rest. We've got plenty to keep us occupied with the first of the new deputies starting today." He said gruffly, and Parrish looked at him curiously.
"Are we going to clue them into the chessboard too?" he asked, and John shook his head.
"Not straight away, I've read some of their files, Haigh in particular seems like he'd happily get us carted off if we start shooting our mouth off about all the supernatural crap that goes on in this town. No, we keep it to ourselves for now." He decided, and Parrish nodded in agreement.
"Seems good to me. So we only tell them when the next supernatural threat shows up in town and starts trying to kill us all?" he asked, and John nodded.
"That's the plan. I don't want any more people dying because of the supernatural and because we're totally defenceless against it." He complained, but Parrish then looked at him hesitantly.
"Um boss...we believe Derek right? And if we do, and we know those men are all dead...you do realise that could mean that there's already some new supernatural threat kicking around the town that's out to kill us all again?" he pointed out, and John sighed miserably.
"I'm trying not to think about that." He replied grimly, his mind already figuring out the ramifications.
XX
"Are you sure you and Isaac are ok?" Stiles asked as they waited for a bus to turn the corner in front of them.
Scott nodded, his head leaning on the window beside him.
"Yeah, we're great. And Ethan was right, he's even hotter than usual with the hunter stuff he's been doing, but, well..." Scott said nervously, not quite wanting to voice what was going on in his head.
Stiles looked across at his friend, and it suddenly dawned on him just what was going through his head.
"Oh. I get it. You're happy, and together, but you haven't been both at the same time. As in together together." He said wisely, and Scott nodded, looking helplessly at Stiles.
"Yeah. It's not...we've been great recently, he's the happiest I've ever seen him," he said, and Stiles rolled his eyes as Scott got his goofy in love grin on his face, "but, I don't know. I love him, and he loves me, but it's like, there's something else there, a sort of shroud, and it's hurting him and I can't make it better. And that's killing me!" he complained, and Stiles, bored of waiting for the bus to turn the corner, honked his horn impatiently.
"Scott, I know you. You're my brother, my best friend in the entire world, and the reason I'm here. Other than your mom, I probably know you better than anyone. I know what your problem is Scott. It's the same problem that Isaac has, and I reckon that's what's causing your problems. Allison." He said wisely, and Scott looked at him sadly.
"I know. I think he feels guilty. And I don't mean blaming himself, which he is, but because of what he and Allison did, you know, before she..." he tailed off, unable to say what had happened to the first person he had ever loved, and Stiles, his own insides burning with guilt, shame and self loathing, turned to Scott. He hadn't been able to do anything to save Allison, and the guilt he felt at his role in her death would never leave him. But he could at least make Scott feel better about his problem at the very least.
"I think that's part of your problem. Scotty, I'm not saying this to be insensitive, and I miss her like crazy too, and it's,"
"Don't say it's your fault!" Scott snapped, and Stiles bowed his head meekly, nodding.
"Ok. But what I'm saying is...she was really important. To both of you. I mean you both loved her at different times, that's bound to be affecting both of you. I mean, she was the first girl you ever loved, and she was also the one you lost your virginity to. But she was the same for Isaac. He loved her too, even if what he did he only did because the Nogitsune made him do it. He loved her, the Nogitsune couldn't have faked that, he did love her, just not as much as he loves you. She was the first and only girl he's ever loved, and just like you, the girl he lost his virginity too. But on top of that...he's also the last person Allison was ever with, and I reckon that's preying on him quite a bit."
Scott thought about what he had said. He was right about everything he had said. And yes, he and Isaac were great but...what happened to Allison was hanging over both their heads. It was casting a pall over them, the one girl that both of them had loved, the girl who was now gone, and of course it was affecting them. And he knew part of Isaac was wracked with guilt, not that he had said anything. One, he blamed himself for her death as she had died saving him, and he also suspected that Isaac believed in the deepest darkest part of his mind that if he hadn't rejected her in favour of him, she might have somehow survived as well.
He wanted to make Isaac feel better, feel happy, and he knew what was going on in his head, and he also knew he was powerless to fix it. They had lost Allison, someone they had both loved, someone they had all loved. He just didn't know what he could do to make this better though. Allison's death was still so fresh, so raw, and how on earth was he meant to help the person he loved try and get his head around it if he was still having trouble himself?
"Scott?" Stiles asked softly, and he realised they were moving again.
"Yeah?" he asked, his voice not quite miserable but not entirely happy either.
"I know it hurts buddy, and I know it's hurting you and Isaac most. But she loved you. She loved both of you. And I'm pretty sure she wouldn't want either of you to be making yourselves miserable on her account." Stiles said softly and Scott smiled a little.
Yeah, he could imagine her face if she ever found out that he was miserable because of what had happened to her, to the point of neglecting the one thing that made him feel better. They were both hurting yeah, but...they shared something, something other than their own relationship anyway. They had both had Allison, both loved her, and had both loved her in equal measure. She was so important to the two of them. The three of them, the two wolves and the hunter who had all fallen in love with each other. He felt bad, he felt guilty that he had never talked to her after Isaac had told her about the two of them, so many things that he had left unsaid. But she loved him, and he loved her. She had made him the happiest he had ever been, despite everything else going on around them, and they had still been good friends, more than that, right up until the very end. His first love.
She had loved them both in equal measure, and he knew better than anyone how mad at both of them she would be if she ever found out that it was her death that was making them both unhappy, especially when they had each other, when they had a way to focus on being happy. When they both made each other so happy.
And...he did. Isaac always made him feel better.
And it was about time he did the same for Isaac.
"Get me home." Scott ordered with a nostalgic smile, and he could see Allison smiling sweetly at him, and could also hear her warning him that she would shoot him with an arrow where it would do most good if he hurt Isaac again.
Stiles grinned, feeling pretty confident he had gotten through to him, and with that, he gunned the engine, heading for Scott's home.
XX
Isaac smiled proudly as he flexed the fingerless black gloves that he wore when he practiced with the ring daggers. He didn't want to blow his own trumpet, but he reckoned he was getting pretty good with them.
Twirling them around in his fingers, he caught them in one fluid motion and then span and threw the left hand blade hurtling across the room, slamming and sticking into the wooden board he had found for just this very reason. After all, it would be kind of lousy of him to stick holes in Melissa's walls when she was letting him live here, especially considering he was now basically living with his boyfriend.
But he had come along, he could spin them round on his fingers, he had learned the hard way several times how not to hold them, his fingers had healed from the friction, his palms from the accidental cuts he had given himself, and he was becoming a lot more confident with them now. He'd sent a video to Chris, who had gruffly admitted that he was pretty good for someone who was a complete amateur at using them instead of just acting as a sheath for them which had certainly given Isaac a spring in his step.
It was weird, but he did kind of like having Chris as a source of advice, of training, an adult he could talk to, even if Chris wasn't actually in town. It was nice, having someone who cared who wasn't around here. And it also meant that Isaac could keep an eye on him too, and so far, Chris seemed as alright as he was going to get considering what he was going through.
He'd also come along with some of the other weapons, and while his archery skills with the bow were still leaving a lot to be desired, he was getting better at it, well, he at least hit the target now. He was much better with the small crossbows, but he had learned that one shouldn't try and use them if you had a tickle in your nose. He'd just loaded a bolt and raised the bow and had sneezed, and had accidentally shot a bolt into Scott's pillow. He was still trying to figure out if he should just come clean to Melissa, or find some way to blame his boyfriend, who wouldn't notice unless he turned his pillow over anyway.
Flexing his fingers through his leather gloves, he looked to the ceiling, really trying to look beyond it to try and see Allison, wondering what she would think of him having so much of her hunting stuff and distributing it to the entire pack, getting to use it all. He hoped she would be proud.
Fetching his daggers, he looked musingly at his feet, wondering how he could carry them without getting himself arrested or worse, stabbing himself with one of them. After all, as everyone, even Ethan now, had been keen to point out, he did seem to get kicked around by the bad guys rather a lot. He would feel slightly better if he could at least carry around another way of defending himself other than his claws, which, now he mused on it, were really quite small and stubby. Deciding to ponder this at a later date he looked over to the chest, now lightened of several books Chris had stuck in there which were now on the bookcase in the living room which Melissa had taken to reading with great curiosity, and was about to decide on a new weapon to try out when the door to the room opened, revealing a grinning Scott leaning casually against the doorframe, and Isaac smiled at the sight of his boyfriend, taking in the sight of him just wearing black jeans and a black vneck. Speaking of, he really needed new clothes, considering the stock he had has either been ripped apart by a Darach, a pack of murderous Alphas or murderous demons.
"Hey sunshine." Scott said happily, walking into the room and kissing Isaac's cheek but before he could move away Isaac kissed him properly, Scott moaning in pleasure and surprise as Isaac's soft lips pressed to his.
"Hey. How's Aiden?" he asked, cocking his head at his grinning boyfriend.
"Grumpy and bored but other than that he's fine. Well he would be if Lydia had been to see him." He said with a scowl, playing with the electric prodder experimentally, though pointing it away from himself as last time he had accidentally zapped himself, leaving Isaac and Melissa trapped between genuine concern and mirth at his predicament as he lay twitching on the ground.
"Do we know what her problem is yet?" Isaac asked him worriedly, because he knew what it was like when someone you loved apparently didn't want to be with you and considering everything Aiden had just been through, he felt it was a little rough to be ignoring him completely.
"No, but whatever it is, she could at least talk to him. I'm just wondering if it's a reaction to Allison being gone, or if it's just...I don't know." He complained, flopping onto his bed as Isaac took the wooden board off the wall and put it behind Scott's cupboard.
"Couldn't you talk to her?" Isaac asked, feeling bad for Aiden, and Scott scoffed.
"I doubt she'll talk to me, I'm the one who never got her message." He said bitterly, the pain, remorse and guilt an undercurrent in his voice as he said it, and Isaac sank to the bed beside him and picked his hand up and kissed it.
"Hey, it wasn't your fault. But that wasn't what I meant. That sort of talking is a thing for Kira, or Stiles. What I mean is have words with her, you know, put the fear of god into her. Be the Alpha and find out just why she's ignoring the guy who nearly died trying to prove that he was good enough for her." He said, feeling slightly bitter towards her, and Scott chewed his lip as he considered the option, but shook his head.
"Not yet, I'll see if the others can get anything out of her first. She might just be dealing with Allison, after all, she...she lost her just like we did. She was Lydia's best friend the moment she walked through the door, and she's like us, she blames herself for what happened to her. Maybe Aiden nearly dying on top of that kind of threw her." He theorised, and Isaac kneaded his hand tenderly as he heard the bitterness and pain in his voice.
"Maybe. Or..." he theorised gently, not liking this line of thought, but the moment Scott's adorable brown eyes turned onto him he went ahead anyway.
"Or what honey?" he asked.
"Or maybe she wants to be queen bee again. Maybe since we lost Allison, she doesn't want anything to do with us anymore, and she's just starting with Aiden. I mean, you yourself said it," he said, in case he was making Scott mad, "she could be brutal when she wanted to be before Allison showed up. She was always kind of a bitch to you and Stiles, at least until Peter came along. Maybe she just wants to forget what she is." He suggested, and Scott frowned, genuinely thinking it over.
Well...that could be part of he supposed. Perhaps she was trying to deal with the pain that had been inflicted on her by inflicting it on the people around her, and was returning to form to try and get some power back. But he couldn't help but think that wasn't it. Well, not in its entirety at least.
"Maybe. But...what if she just wants to actually dump Aiden?" he theorised, and Isaac hissed.
"Wait, he gets stabbed, he nearly dies, actually he did die trying to prove to her that he's a good guy, and now she's going to dump him?" he demanded angrily, eyes flashing gold at the injustice of that, even if it was theoretical.
"Hey, calm down! I might be wrong, but...well you can't deny it's a possibility. Aww look at you, all protective of Aiden." He teased, sitting up and kissing Isaac to finish calming him down and Isaac smirked.
"Yeah well, he looked for out me, they both did when I was in hospital. And despite everything, they've grown on me." He admitted and Scott nuzzled him with his nose.
"Yeah, me too. But still, if I'm right, that would be an entirely new level of brutal even for her." He admitted, and Isaac got to his feet, not hearing the protesting little whine in Scott's throat as he did it.
"Maybe she's just dealing badly with Allison. I mean none of us are exactly firing on all cylinders right now are we?" he asked musingly, picking up his daggers and twirling them in his hands, Scott moaning a little because boy did badass Isaac look sexy.
"True. She'd be proud of you though, you're getting good with them." He complimented, getting to his feet and Isaac stole a guilty look at the pillow he had accidentally shot as he went red as Scott looked at his ass.
"Thanks." He replied, pleased and Scott looked at him tauntingly.
"Though impressing as it is, I doubt twirling them will help if we get ambushed by some ugly beastie." He pointed out, and with lightning reflexes, Isaac span on the spot, spinning behind Scott and wrapped one arm around his waist and pointing his other blade at Scott's neck.
"How about that?" Isaac asked playfully and Scott moaned in appreciation at how close they were.
"I stand corrected." He whispered, turning to him and kissing him softly, his hands stroking through Isaac's hair.
Isaac then laid the two daggers on the desk and made a little moaning noise in his throat, his hands stroking up underneath Scott's top, and Scott took a step back and stripped it off, smiling shyly at Isaac who smiled, pressing his lips to Scott's as he pushed him against the wall, kissing passionately. Scott then tugged at Isaac's top, and there was a ripping sound and to his sort of delight, Isaac's top fell to the floor.
"You're a bad boyfriend. Bad Alpha." Isaac chastised and Scott nuzzled him softly, nodding weakly.
"Yeah I am. Sorry." He said with a small pout, and Isaac nudged him with his nose.
"Don't be." He told him as they started to kiss again, Scott directing both of them to the bed, Isaac rubbing his hands all over Scott's chest, Scott doing the same to him as they kissed, heading towards the bed and Isaac eventually hit the edge, falling down and looking nervously up at Scott.
"You sure?" he asked hesitantly, and Scott bent down and kissed him, his nose an inch away from Isaac's his warm brown eyes staring into Isaac's shining blue ones, and he nuzzled Isaac a little with his nose.
"Well...I want to." He whispered and Isaac smiled, taking Scott's face in his hand and brought him into another kiss.
"Well I want to too." He admitted softly, and Scott kissed him gently, smiling a little and closed his eyes in pleasure as Isaac started tracing his fingers down Scott's bare chest.
With a satisfied moan, Scott stood up and stripped off his own jeans, throwing them into the corner and he was on Isaac a second later, touching every bit of him he could reach, Isaac throwing his head back in enjoyment as Scott stroked his bare chest and kissed down his neck, moaning in enjoyment and begging for more. He nuzzled Scott, who grinned as he seemed to get the hint and pulled off Isaac's jeans, Isaac nodding and grinning in satisfaction as Scott kissed him fiercely, their hands wrapping around each other's bare bodies, tracing up their necks and wrapping their fingers in their hair.
"I love you." Scott whispered softly and Isaac kissed him, leaning his forehead against Scott's.
"I love you too." He replied and smiled in enjoyment, as the two of them sat virtually naked on the bed, their hands all over one another, kissing passionately, and something finally clicked.
This felt right. This felt more than right, this felt good, this felt amazing. All that existed in the world right then was just the two of them, and all Isaac could see was his muscular, tanned, tattooed boyfriend, the one who had changed his life in so many ways, in many ways had made it worth living. That sweet adorable gorgeous Alpha that he had fallen head over heels in love with, the one who was his.
Scott beheld his pale boyfriend, his hastily hardening nipples, the entire sight of his gorgeous Isaac filling every sense, he could smell and see everything, his passion, his love, his arousal, well, his Isaac. This guy who a year ago he hadn't even known had become so important to him, it physically hurt him when he was without him. No, they belonged to each other, and that was never going to change again.
Scott moved closer, hand stroking all over Isaac's abs, Isaac moaning in pleasure as he did it as he tilted him backwards so that he was lying on the bed. Isaac grabbed his hair, pulling him into a deeper kiss, both of them moaning in pleasure and Scott pulled back, getting a full blast of puppy dog eyes from a confused Isaac. Grinning Scott gently stroked his hand down from the middle of Isaac's chest, his fingers barely tickling his stomach and Isaac moaned in pleasure as he did so, and then looked at Scott curiously as he reached the waistband of his bulging boxers, and a smiling Isaac nodded and Scott could feel his heart screaming in joy as he finally rolled the boxers off his boyfriend, smirking at what was revealed.
Isaac got to his knees, kissing him passionately, his hands rubbing up and down his chest, slowly making his way down Scott's tanned body, Scott moaning in pleasure as he did so, and made a different though still pleasured noise as Isaac finally reached his boxers too, and he gave a weak nod and a delighted Isaac pulled down Scott's boxers, electricity and adrenaline surging through him as he revealed his lover's penis. Isaac made a noise of appreciation and a playful Scott seized him roughly, both of them kissing each other, kissing each other's lips, down their necks, their chests and Scott, eyes starting to shine a glimmering red, forced Isaac to the bed and pinned his arms, smirking down smugly at his pinned boyfriend beneath him. Isaac looked up at him pleadingly, kissing him, nuzzling him, needing him to do more and so Scott kissed him softly, their hearts hammering in excitement as the two of them made out and Scott made a noise of surprise as Isaac started to stroke his cock. Isaac gave him a mischievous grin, Scott gasping in pleasure as he started to stroke it lovingly, Scott's eyes rolling a little in pleasure as he did so and ran his fingers up the inside of Isaac's thigh, reaching up to his own cock which he whimpered a little as he finally reached.
"No going back now." Scott told him with a loving smile, and a happy Isaac kissed his cheek, biting at his neck a little.
"I don't want you to anyway. I'm all yours." He said with a mischievous grin and Scott smirked, rearing back as Isaac propped himself up on his elbow, reaching up and pulling Scott into another kiss.
Scott pulled away, getting off the bed, Isaac's eyes feasting hungrily on Scott's naked body and he returned with several useful items, Isaac purring a little in pleasure as he climbed back onto the bed.
Isaac reached up, his hands exploring every aspect of his boyfriend's attractive shining body, tracing his hands down Scott's muscles, running along his erect cock, making a distracted Scott gasp in pleasure as Isaac started to play with it. The next thing Isaac knew however was Scott was right above him, kissing him fiercely, his hands stroking down Isaac's naked form, reaching his own cock and beginning to stroke it just as tenderly as he was playing with his, his soft hands stroking all the way up his body before running back down again, making Isaac writhe in pleasure as Scott reached his ass, his tongue down Isaac's throat, his other hand stroking through his hair, and Isaac gave a shuddering moan, feeling his attraction to Scott growing every second and he made a little whining noise in his throat, and a grinning Scott pulled away from him and gently raises Isaac's legs, and Isaac obediently wraps them around Scott's neck, allowing Scott to park himself just below Isaac's equipment. Bending down and kissing Isaac passionately, he grinned in satisfaction as he felt Isaac's hands rub all over them, electricity surging between the two of them, their eyes smouldering with lust and desire.
Scott then grabbed one of the things he had taken from the bathroom and squirted a little onto his fingers, and a hesitant Isaac looked at him curiously, but then gasped as Scott gently slid two of his fingers into his ass. Making a hushing noise, Scott got to work, Isaac's body writhing in pleasure as he felt Scott inside him, but he was also leaking with anticipation, knowing what else was to come. Scott used his free hand to start jerking Isaac off a little, making Isaac moan in pleasure, a little begging whine in his voice, as if begging Scott to do more than he was already doing, and then finally to his great relief he finally pulled his fingers out of Isaac's now slick hole, Isaac looking up at him beggingly.
"Please Scott...I love you, I need you. Do it. Please!" he begged desperately, and Scott smiled and pressed a kiss to his hair and leaned his forehead against Isaac's.
"Whatever you want beautiful." He promised and kissed him passionately as he stroked his fingers down Isaac's glimmering, pale writhing body, loving the small sounds Isaac was making in delight as he did so.
To his surprise he then felt Isaac starting to rub his heels down his back, looking up at Scott with complete love in his eyes, and Scott truly felt in that moment just how much they truly loved one another, a fire, a passion, a current, existed between them, and nothing and no one was ever going to change that.
And so, moaning in pleasure as he felt Isaac stroke his cheek and run his fingers through his hair, Scott pulled back a little and gently inserted his hard, erect cock into Isaac's ass.
Isaac whimpered a little as he did so but then he relaxed, and Scott begin to thrust gently, his hands exploring every part of Isaac's glimmering well built chest, as Isaac did the same to him, and Scott gently ran his finger down towards Isaac's stomach, making Isaac moan in pleasure as he did so, Isaac's hands exploring every inch of his boyfriend's body as Scott started to have sex with him. Isaac was moaning in pleasure as Scott thrusted into him, the two of them kissing each other passionately, their hands wrapped in each other's hair, Scott making a little noise of surprise as he felt Isaac cup and stroke his balls.
Gasping in sheer pleasure, he began to pound into Isaac a little harder, Isaac panting in pleasure as he did so, his fingers digging into Scott's back as Scott continued what he was doing, both of them moaning in enjoyment, Scott kissing Isaac's bare, sweating chest loving the taste he got off his boyfriend by doing so, Isaac reaching up and kissing Scott's strong neck, nuzzling into him passionately as Scott and Isaac both started to get close.
Isaac was panting in pleasure, his hands stroking around Scott's balls as Scott pounded into him, Isaac's long slim neck tilted back in enjoyment as Scott had sex with him, gasping in pleasure as he did so, Scott kissing every inch of his lover's beautiful neck while a whining Isaac ran his hands down Scott's chest, down his rippling muscles, down his navel, stroking past his firm stomach and making Scott give a little shudder of pleasure in response, sweat glittering off of both of them. Isaac reached up and pulled Scott's hair so he could kiss him fiercely, their tongues desperately exploring each other's mouths, their hands wrapped in each other's hair, and with a gasp of delight, Scott realised he was getting close.
Pounding hard, Scott looked down at his gorgeous boyfriend below him, savouring every inch of the person he had fallen so hard for, the person he was so hopelessly in love with, his gorgeous, beautiful Isaac who was looking up at him with such love and adoration that it was almost impossible to believe. He kissed Isaac's hard nipples before licking a trickle of sweat from his lover's neck before moving to lock him in a fierce, passionate fiery kiss, their tongues once again in each other's mouths, moaning in pleasure in the back of his throat as he felt Isaac stroke his hard nipples, cupping his balls as he pounded into him, the two of them finally, totally together after going through so much to get to this point.
Isaac was groaning in pleasure as he kissed Scott, putting all the love, all the trust, loyalty and devotion he felt to him, to his Scott, his boyfriend, into that kiss. Sweat was glittering on both of them as Isaac writhed in pleasure and Scott pounded into him, Isaac panting in glory as Scott did so, his fingers bunching in Scott's hair, purring in the back of his throat as he felt Scott jerk him off, his rock hard cock bulging in his boyfriend's hand as Scott laid into him, their fingers running all over each other, their kisses covering every inch of their bodies and finally, Scott gave a roar, his eyes flashing red as Isaac's blazed gold as Scott finally let loose.
Isaac writhed in sheer pleasure sheer ecstasy as he felt warm fluid flood into his ass, his eyes rolling a little in his head in enjoyment as the experience, his entire body reacting to what had just happened, crying out in pleasure as he felt a demonstration of just how much Scott loved him surging through him, a powerful current, stronger than the one that had almost killed him but a hell of a lot more pleasant, blazing through him as he finally realised in his heart that once and for all he was truly Scott's.
Isaac gave a shuddering gasp as he too exploded, warm fluid gushing everywhere, Scott smirking and moaning in appreciation, both of them panting and glittering with sweat as Scott pressed his lips to Isaac's in celebration, both of them sighing in delight as Scott pulled out of Isaac gently, making Isaac give a little whimper of protest as he did so. Undeterred, Scott smiled and moved up so he was level with Isaac, kissing him softly before nuzzling into his neck, before getting one of the wipes he had brought through and giving one to Isaac as well, and a smirking Isaac took it and gently rubbed his boyfriend down, the cooling moisture of the wipe soothing Scott's skin while he did the same to Isaac, cleaning him softly and thoroughly, both of them kissing one another passionately every few seconds.
After a while, both were clean, the items discarded, and Scott crashed back into his pillows, beckoning a hopeful Isaac closer, and Isaac smiled and cuddled into Scott, resting his head on his shoulder, gently tracing his finger over Scott's tattoo and forming little patterns to amuse himself on Scott's chest, while Scott snaked his arm around Isaac's waist and brought him as close as he could get before snaking his hand up Isaac's bare back, smirking as his back shuddered in response before he started stroking Isaac's hair lovingly.
"That was amazing." He whispered to Isaac, who nodded, his head leaning against his chest as the two of them lay there in the gathering darkness, together at last.
"Yeah, it was. And it was you." He said softly, tracing a spiral on Scott's chest lovingly, and Scott was about to ask him what he meant before it clicked, and he kissed Isaac adoringly.
"Yeah it was. And you were mine too. Guess we've both lost both virginities now." He said in a sing song voice, and Isaac grinned and kissed his cheek.
Yeah. But either way, I'm glad it was with you. I always kind of wanted it to be you. I love you Scott. With all my heart. I love you." Isaac told him, pressing a gentle kiss to Scott's lips, but before he could pull away, Scott pulled him closer, kissing him lovingly, rubbing their foreheads together before they broke apart.
"I know you do. I love you too. More than anything. Oh, and we should definitely do that again." He said with a cocky grin, and Isaac happily nudged him with his nose.
"Agreed. I daresay we could use the practice." He said with a smile as he leaned his head on Scott's chest, and Scott nodded, pressing a kiss to Isaac's forehead.
"Definitely." He whispered huskily, and the two young wolf lovers drifted off to sleep, their naked bodies wrapped around each other, Isaac cuddled up in Scott's arms without a care in the world.
XX
Sunlight was streaming through the window, and Isaac moaned a little in protest. No, horrible sun, that meant he would need to get up.
But contrary to a few months ago, he now had a different reason for not wanting to get up. Rather than waking to a world where Scott wasn't his, this time...
This time he would need to prise himself away from his boyfriend and he was really not inclined to do that.
"Good morning beautiful." Scott said cheerfully, kissing Isaac softly in greeting as he noticed his boyfriend was awake, having spent the entire night snuggled into Scott's bare shoulder.
"Hey gorgeous. Have you been awake long?" he asked, kissing him back eagerly, and Scott shook his head, stroking Isaac's cheek with his thumb, wearing an entirely different smile than he had ever seen him wear.
"No, I only just woke up, I was just debating whether to wake you up nicely or see if you fancied another go when you woke up. Did you sleep well?" he asked with a cocky smile, and Isaac smiled back, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, only dreams were good dreams, involving this young, hot Alpha who basically told me he was all mine. I actually slept a lot better than I have in ages." He said sleepily, cuddling into Scott and kissing his shoulder lovingly before reaching up and stroking his hair, which he had kind of messed up the night before.
"Yeah, me too. Funny that. Hmm, I like that." Scott purred sleepily, Isaac gently threading his hands through his hair.
"Good." Isaac muttered in response, kissing Scott's forehead, and Scott hit him with that dazzling smile again, and Isaac felt his stomach kind of swoon in response, and he moaned a little as Scott kissed his neck adoringly, nuzzling him and holding him firmly, and it was in that moment that Isaac knew he never wanted to leave Scott's arms.
"You know, for the first time in ages, everything seems to be going our way. The Alpha pack is gone, the Darach is dead, the Nogitsune is vanquished, the Oni have been destroyed, we're early enough in the year that we can get our grades back up easily, Aiden is going to be alright, I have an awesome pack...huh, I'm forgetting something." He said teasingly and Isaac propped himself up on his elbow to give him a mock glare, extending a claw warningly, and Scott kissed him playfully, nudging him with his nose.
"Oh, that's what it was. I finally got my head out my ass and realised that I'm totally in love with you and we're back together, and we had amazing sex last night!" he gloated and Isaac laughed.
"Nice recovery. And I'm totally in love with you too. And yeah, the sex part was pretty amazing." He admitted, kissing him and stroking his hair before lying down, allowing Scott to curl his body around Isaac warmly, Scott stroking his hair soothingly.
"But you know what? I like this, just the two of us, not a care in the world, sleeping, curled up together. Yeah, this part is definitely the best." He mumbled into Isaac's ear sleepily, and Isaac nodded.
Yeah, everything else was great, but, this, when it was just the two of them together, cuddled up to one another, kissing a little, stroking each other lovingly, talking and not giving a shit about anything else, this part was definitely the best.
"Too true. I love you." Isaac mumbled, kissing Scott's hand which was draped across his waist.
"I love you too." Scott whispered back, kissing Isaac's shoulder and wondering if they should get up, but they were both so warm, so happy, so comfy that he instantly dismissed the idea. Nah, this was much better, the two of them lying together, with not a care in the world. This was something he could get used to.
"So, what'll be our next crisis? Vampires? Dragons? That would be cool." Isaac theorised with a grin, and Scott sniggered, kissing his forehead.
"Yeah. Anything that doesn't involve my best friend getting possessed, my friends dying or my boyfriend getting electrocuted is fine by me. What about an invasion by marshmallow men like in Ghostbusters? That would be fun." He said brightly, and Isaac sniggered this time.
"Or maybe it'll be something mundane, like teaching Malia stuff she needs to know, helping her fit in." He theorised and Scott nodded, smiling a little.
"Yeah, good point. I mean she's been wild for eight years, and even though she's got Stiles as a boyfriend, well, won't she even need help with that?" he asked musingly, and Isaac smirked.
"Not from what we've heard about their encounter in Eichen House." He told him and Scott grinned.
"Yeah, though actually, come to think of it, I don't see how Stiles didn't need help in that department too, since he was insisting he was saving himself for Lydia." He said, and Isaac, unconcerned, replied without thinking.
"Don't worry about him, Stiles is more than capable. Besides, he's a damn good kisser so that has to count for him." He said carelessly, and it was only when he realised Scott wasn't stroking his hair anymore that he realised what he had done.
Aw crap.
He chanced a peek up at Scott, who was wearing a strange look on his face, half amusement, half expectation, and he drummed his fingers on Isaac's side expectantly.
"And how do you know Stiles is a good kisser?" he asked in a sweet, innocent voice that would deceive no one, and Isaac chewed his lip and turned away from his boyfriend, and with a sheepish look on his face, and the same tone in his voice, he uttered the only thing he could think of at the time.
"Oops."
And that my lovely people, is, as they say, that.
We have reached the end of Two Pack, and first of all I would like to give a big thank you to everyone who has read, favourited, followed and review this story since I began it, I've had great fun writing it and is one of the most enjoyable stories I've ever written (which of course the hot subject matter has nothing to do with whatsoever (he says innocently))
As you know I have a season four planned, which at the moment is going under the imaginative title of Two Pack Season 2/Teen Wolf Season 4, which will answer the questions stemming from the last few chapters, including just why Lydia is avoiding Aiden!
I hope you liked the sex scene, as it was their first time it wasnt as intense as it could have gone, after all this is the first time they've done this so apologies if anyone felt a little let down by that. And special thanks to shdwwlf32 who helped make it possible!
So for the final time, I ask you to favourite, follow and most importantly review, I would be eternally grateful if I could reach 200 reviews with this story, thank you so much once again and I shall see you once season four starts, so until then, enjoy and I will see you soon!