A little sexytime with Isaac and Alex, involving a disturbing revelation for Isaac. Derek gets a call from Hester with instructons. Stiles has to stay home and Lydia is keeping him company. Scott and Isaac goes to the meetingpoint to assess it, and Isaac thinks about the promise Allison made him.


They were lying in bed together. Alex was curled up next to Isaac with his head on Isaac's chest. It was late, and the only ones left in the loft except for the two of them, were Stiles and Derek. While running his fingers through Alex' hair, Isaac decided to learn more about the guy. "Did you always know that you were gay?"

Alex looked up at him and seemed to think about it for a second. "Uh yeah, eh, no. Maybe. I didn't really think so much about it." He kissed Isaac's chest. "Living on the streets, surviving from day to day, didn't really make room for much introspection."

Isaac let go of Alex' hair and tickled his earlobe. "Did you ever have a girlfriend, or you know... uh, I mean... before you ran off?" Alex chuckled a little and rolled over to his back. "What's with the third-degree? Does it matter?" He closed his eyes for a moment and continued without waiting for an answer. "Uh, I have never been with a girl, sort of. Some heavy petting once when I was fourteen was about it."

"But you said you haven't been with a guy either." Isaac had wondered if Alex had been completely truthful. His skills suggested differently. Alex sighed heavily. "Eh, I, uh, that's a matter of opinion." He turned his head and kissed Isaac's shoulder. Not sure what 'a matter of opinion' meant, Isaac got a little thrown. "How so?"

It took forever to get an answer, and he had to nudge Alex and repeat the question before he finally replied. "I kind of, I... oh, you don't want to know." He went quiet again. Isaac waited patiently for him to continue. Something wasn't right.

"Before I came to Hester's it wasn't really an issue. I had bigger problems than that. At her house I got time to think, and neither her nor the girls turned me on." Alex rolled over again to rest his head on Isaac's chest. Isaac wasn't sure if he should ask; a little green monster was toying with his brain. "What about Eric? Uh, or Tr... Troy, was it?" He braced himself for the reply.

"Pfft, Troy, yuck. He looks like a Greek God, but has a personality you'd rather run away from. Eric, I, it was different." It was a sadness in Alex' voice that made Isaac squirm. "Did you, you know, hmm, 'like' like him?" It shouldn't matter. Alex was with him now. Whatever relationship Alex had with Eric, it was in the past.

"I liked him, and I'm sure we could have, I mean, things could have happened if he was into guys, but I never... I wasn't in love or anything. He became more like a brother to me." Alex ran his lips over a nipple and let his tongue caress in gently. It hardened in an instant and Isaac knew it was just a matter of time before his cock would catch up. He fought it. He wanted to know.

"What did you mean 'it's a matter of opinion'? Have you or have you not, you know...?" It was almost impossible to not get affected when Alex started sucking on the nipple. Isaac had to push him away in order to stay calm. "I get a feeling that there's something you're not telling me."

Alex looked up at him and pouted a little, before he sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, I did a few things I'm not proud of, but I needed money. I had to take care of business." He seemed embarrassed and Isaac got extremely curious. "What business exactly?"

What happened next wasn't expected. Alex suddenly jumped out of bed and started pacing. "You know I used drugs, right?" He stopped and stared out the window. "Sure, I.. well you mentioned it, but..." Isaac didn't get a chance to finish the sentence. "It was heroin, the big H, smack... I was shooting up and... well..." A shiver went through Alex' body. "I basically sucked dick for a living."

Isaac froze up. "So that's how... that's why you're so good at it." He whimpered a little when he realized what it entailed. "So when you... do you think about me as a..." A groan escaped his throat. "as a customer?" He wasn't sure he wanted to know anymore.

Alex flipped around and knelt next to the bed. He stroke Isaac's cheek. "No, no. Never think that. I was worried myself, but it's not like that. It's so totally different. Your cock is..." Tears appeared in his eyes. "Back then I did my best to make them cum fast. With you I want it to last. I love your dick. I love... I mean it's all different. Can't compare." He leaned forward and made a trail of kisses over Isaac's chest.

Isaac wasn't convinced, but being sucked off by Alex was the best thing since sliced bread. He tried not to think about how many cocks the guy had had in his mouth. It was pure business, right? He could still not shake the discomfort away. "So basically, you were a prostitute?" It sounded so dirty and didn't fit as a description of Alex.

A teardrop landed on Isaac's arm and Alex hurried to wipe his eyes. "For them I was just a hole to stick their dicks in. For them it didn't matter if I was a girl or a boy. Okay for some maybe. Most of them were happily married, sort of. With you, I, you care, you care about me. You're so good to me and I want to be good to you. I want to. I like to do it for you. It turns me on."

There was a lump in Isaac's throat. He didn't want Alex to notice so he didn't dare to say anything. There was a good chance his voice would brake if he tried. These revelations shouldn't bother him. He knew he was falling in love with Alex, and his past should not be an issue. He shook his head when the thought hit him. He wasn't falling for Alex. He fell for him a long time ago. From the moment Alex got cuffed to the radiator, Isaac knew he didn't want anyone else.

When Alex eased his hand down Isaac's body, his cock reacted promptly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, but I thought maybe you'd put two and two together." He let his tongue twirl around in Isaac's bellybutton. "I kind of told Stiles and Allison part of the story. I thought maybe you overheard it."

Isaac swallowed hard before he dared to speak. "You told them? Like you told them what you did to support your habit?" The last words came out more as a quack. Alex stroke Isaac's dick gently as he peppered his tummy with kisses. "No, no. I just told them that I was an addict. I kind of made them believe that thievery was my main source of income."

It was impossible to keep the conversation going anymore. Isaac could not form any questions that made sense. Alex was lapping at the base of his cock, as he at the same time was massaging his balls gently.

They didn't use body-lotion as lube anymore; they'd gone and bought the real thing. Isaac didn't know how Alex manage to reach it during this weird foreplay, but he suddenly had a slick finger up his ass. He caved in completely. He didn't care about Alex' past anymore, he could only think about the present. The pain involved, as Alex inserted another finger was actually surprisingly arousing. With Alex' lips wrapped around his cock and two fingers fucking his ass, it was just extreme willpower that prevented him from cumming too fast.

It could of course not last forever. With a whimper he let go, and Alex swallowed every drop as usual. He was still sitting on the floor, and with his head resting on Isaac's stomach, Alex licked his lips and smiled up at him. "I never, ever swallowed for anyone else but you."

-o-o-o-o-o-

The call came early Saturday morning. Derek jumped out of bed when he saw the caller ID. He was conflicted. Handing Alex over to her went against all his instincts. Derek could feel that the guy was part of their pack now, and sending him back to Hester felt so wrong. The phone stopped ringing before he managed to press the answer button.

Derek knew she'd be calling again shortly, and decided to get up. He was far from sure that he'd be able to convince Hester to let it go, but he had to try. He was amazed by Alex' willingness to sort of sacrifice himself for them, and was adamant about saving the guy at all cost. If it meant that they had to fight Hester's pack, so be it.

They had several backup plans up their sleeves, but Derek hoped that they wouldn't have to use them.

Yesterday had been a lazy day. After working on the house for five days straight, Derek decided that they all needed a break. He'd gone to the site with Isaac just to assess the progress. Chris was there already and was not interested in taking a day off.

Allison and Lydia had gone to the mall, and Chris expected them to be there for hours, so he'd decided to go and work on his own. He insisted that he'd be okay and practically forced Derek and Isaac to leave. "It's fine, take a day off. I'm just going to do some minor adjustments, and I have to take some measurements."

When they came back to the loft, Alex had made lunch. After the meal, they played a few games and basically just slouched on the couch. Lydia, Allison and Scott had showed up in the early evening, and Alex had busied himself in the kitchen making sure their guests got fed.

Derek hat totally given up on telling the guy he didn't have to do that, because Alex didn't listen anyway. The meals he concocted were excellent, and although Derek was a perfectly capable cook, there was no comparison. The fact that Alex seemed to enjoy cooking just as much as Derek liked his food, made it easier to let him take over the kitchen.

The week Hester had given him was almost over, so he'd expected a call in the morning. Everybody knew, but they didn't talk about it. It was late when their guests left, and without much ado, they just went to their rooms to got in bed.

He and Stiles tried to ignore the sounds from Isaac's room; it wasn't so bad this time, and they have gotten used to it, so they weren't too bothered. Stiles was still a little intimidated by their mere presence, so even if Isaac and Alex didn't seem to care, Stiles was adamant about being quiet during sex. Derek found it kind of exciting to see how far he could take it before Stiles begged him to stop.

Torturing Stiles this way was actually quite fun and also arousing. Derek smiled to himself as he walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. There should be some leftovers from yesterday. He'd just grabbed a piece of chicken from a plate in there when the phone rang again.

"There's an old baseball field a few miles south of Beacon Hills." Hester didn't let Derek open his mouth before she started talking. "I'll send you a map." She paused and waited for a response. "Okay?" Derek didn't really know what to say, so he let it be with that. Hester continued. "You and your pack, or whoever you decide to bring, will come from the east side, near the bleachers. I, we will come from the other side."

After that verbal ambush Derek had now managed to compose himself. "Are you sure we shouldn't just call this off. Forget about everything that has happened and live happily ever after with out crossing paths ever again."

"Yeah, you'd like that." Hester huffed audibly. "You took something from me and I want it back. After that, we never will have to see each other again." Derek decided to try again. "What's Alex worth to you. Our families have been friends for generations, is this pup really worth trowing it all away for."

He could hear a sinister laugh from the other end. "Oh, Derek. My family always looked down on you. We considered you lot a charity case. The Hales, always mingling with humans. My parents and my grandparents wanted to save you from yourselves." She paused for a second. "This is nonnegotiable. Tonight at ten. Be there."

A few seconds after she hung up, Derek heard a ping from his phone. He opened the message and found a link to a map.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Lydia watched as Stiles paced around in his room. She knew perfectly well why he was so antsy. They'd all known that he was not invited to the meeting with Hester, and Stiles had complied when Derek insisted that he'd stay with his dad. It didn't mean he was happy with it, but he was smart enough to understand that he' be a liability if things went wrong.

Even if he was healing well, he was still unable to run particularly fast. He had no skills in marksmanship and in a fight with a werewolf, he'd be worthless.

"Derek doesn't trust me." He'd suddenly stopped pacing and was standing by the window, staring into the waning daylight. Lydia huffed. "It's not because he doesn't trust you. He just doesn't want you to get hurt." She got up from the chair and walked over to him. "You know that you're no good in a fight."

She put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently. "He's doing it to protect you." They were standing so close that Lydia could feel Stiles shudder a little before he looked at her with sadness in his eyes. "It's not that."

He took a couple of steps back and slumped down on the bed. "He doesn't trust me to stick with him forever." Lydia got a little surprised, she'd thought he was talking about this evening's events. "What do you mean? Is there trouble in paradise?" She knew that their relationship had lasted for a while now, and there were no indications to suggest that any of them had doubts about it.

Stiles twisted his hands and sighed. "Humans don't mate for life." It sounded like he tried to mimic Derek, and Lydia had to swallow a chuckle. Stiles wasn't very good at imitations, but she understood what he meant. "You think... I mean, he thinks that you'll leave him sooner or later?"

When Sties nodded, Lydia went and sat down next to him. "What do 'you' think?" It felt a little awkward. Even if she'd known Stiles for ages, they hadn't really been close, and she was surprised that he wanted to confide in her.

"I'm so happy. I can't even imagine being with anybody else. When he talks about the house and us living together there's nothing I want more, but..." He sniffled a little. Lydia wasn't sure if she should try to comfort him, but decided to wait it out a bit. "Nobody knows the future."Stiles lifted his head and stared into the air. "I mean, we're happy. Both of us are happy. Why can't he just... not worry about the future."

Lydia cleared her throat and tried to catch Stiles' eyes. "I agree with you, but I think you should talk to him about it. I really don't know what to say." She could see that a smile was tugging his lips, but it didn't reach the eyes. "We did, sort of. I think it would be easier if I got the bite, but I'm happy as a human."

"I don't know how this works, but why would that solve anything?" Lydia had a had time calming herself. "Is there some unwritten rule for werewolves that they can't date humans?" Scott and Allison had been dating for a long time before she got turned, and Allison had never mentioned this being a problem.

"No, but werewolves mate for life. I think he's afraid I'll leave him sometime in the future, because humans are more fleeting... uh, we don't necessarily..." Lydia noticed that Stiles quickly rubbed his eye. She sighed and grabbed his hand. "You have to talk to him about it. This could ruin everything. Even if the relationship ends at one point in time, you should try to be happy as long as it lasts."

Stiles flipped his head around and stared at her. "I want it to last forever. I can imagine..." He huffed and rolled his eyes. "I just don't want him to worry about my commitment. Maybe it would be easier if..."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Scott and Isaac left in Isaac's dingy old car, while the rest of them were riding with Chris. They wanted to get there early to assess the area. None of them had ever been to this field before, or even heard about it. Hester probably knew the layout, and they didn't want to give her an advantage.

According to the sheriff, there had been a school close by, but it burnt down more than thirty years ago. Mr Stilinski didn't know much about it either. He was too young to pay any attention to the news at that time, but he believed it had been abandoned several years before the fire. He'd offered to check it out for them, but it didn't really matter.

The road leading to the field was paved, but the cracks in the tarmac were making it a bumpy ride. Isaac had never claimed he was a good driver, and Scott was clinging to his seat. He did express that he worried about not surviving the ride, which Isaac scoffed at as he hit a pothole that had them both jumping in their seats.

They did survive. They arrived five hours before the actual meeting. Getting there so early, they were pretty sure Hester hadn't showed up yet, so they exited the car and took a closer look.

The field couldn't have been in use for decades. The bleachers had fallen apart and weren't much more than a pile of rotting wood. Bushes and even a couple of small trees were growing in between the logs that at one point in time could have seated about fifty people.

It had probably never had a proper turf, but after being abandoned for years, the weeds had taken over completely. It was surrounded by trees, and Isaac suspected that the woods had grown denser over time.

It had also started to creep out into the field. A chain-link fence at the far end of the outfield – rusted and bent – was almost completely covered in shrubbery. Where the fence stopped, they could see a piece of a dirt road, and suspected that Hester would come that way.

While waiting for the others, the two of them tried to find a hiding spot for Allison. Isaac didn't know how far her arrow could travel. He knew she was a good archer, but he wanted to make sure that the distance wouldn't prevent her from hitting the target.

All the talk about a peaceful solution hadn't gone down well with Allison, and Isaac supported her point of view with a passion. He wasn't particularly proud of himself when he went out that morning shortly after Derek told them about the call. On the doorstep of the Argent-house, he'd broke down in tears begging Allison to save Alex.

She had been the epitome of cool, and he'd felt stupid for behaving like a baby, but she did promise.