"If you're going through hell, keep going." -Winston Churchill
Pairing Derek/Issac (M/m) hand-mild
This is roughly based on Season 2, Episode 4, where Derek is trying to train his pack. He is frustrated with them and snaps a bone in Issac's arm hastily. He yells at them and tells them he's trying to help them. But what if he would have tried a different method with Issac?
Issac muttered, "I've got about a hundred bones that need a few hours to heal."
Derek replied, "Okay?" He wants to quit already? Derek thought to himself.
Issac said, "Uh-huh. 101!" His body ached and he was tired of training.
The training hadn't been going well. Derek had tried to drill them over and over, but Boyd, Issac, and Erica were pretty pathetic fighters. Completely predictable. The hunters were after them, and there was no time left for niceties. Maybe it was Erica trying to make out with him or just the disappointment of Boyd's lack of prowess, but Derek snapped. He had lost it with them, he had yelled and ripped into them. They had been at the loft for hours and they were getting no where.
Derek grabbed Issac to pull him up and then in a fit of rage, snapped the bones in his forearm, leaving Issac in more agony. The sound of the snap made everyone wince.
Derek was incredulous, "You think I'm teaching you to fight?"
Issac was just tired, he gasped, "Huh?"
"Look at me!" Derek shouted, "I'm teaching you how to survive!"
Issac lay crumpled in a heap, now holding his injured arm. It was the look in his eyes that haunted Derek. Christ, he was no better than his abusive asshole of a father. Why didn't he just put the kid in a freezer next? Derek was disgusted with himself. He was a shitty alpha. What would his mother do? Talia Hale, who could shapeshift into an actual wolf, would never have treated a pack member like he just did. There had to be a better way.
Derek walked off and went into his bedroom area and sat down. He felt sick. He had to control his pack, but not like this. He had to get himself together.
"Okay, back to training," Derek said after he had collected himself. He expected to hear some whines and grumbling, but instead the three tried to improve. They did a little, but not much. Issac just wasn't putting in the effort. He finally dismissed Boyd and Erica to take off for the night. Issac, he needed to talk to.
"You ah, need me to train a little more, Derek?" Issac asked timidly.
"No, Issac, I think we need to sit down and discuss some shit," Derek said indicating the couch area. Derek could smell fear and anxiety rolling off Issac with his wolf senses. It just rolled off him in waves.
"I'm trying. I really am," Issac maintained.
"Are you, Issac? I really don't see that. I see you holding back like you are afraid that if you let it out, your anger, you will explode," Derek explained.
Issac paused, "I'm sorry, Derek. I will try harder. I don't want to let you down."
"It's not about letting me down. It's about you all surviving against the Argents, these hunters, who want us all dead," Derek said. He went to touch Issac on the arm and he flinched.
"S-sorry, Derek, it won't happen again," Issac promised.
"Issac, look, about before, I'm sorry I hurt you like that. I know what you've been through. I've seen the freezer and I hate that you had to deal with that. I don't want to be snapping your bones so you obey me," Derek acknowledged.
"It's okay, Derek. I deserved it," Issac countered.
"No! It's not okay, Issac. It's really not...but I also don't know what else to do. I mean, I can't really train you like I was trained," Derek smirked.
"But you were born a wolf, right? Through your mom?" Issac pressed.
"Yeah, but my mom still trained us. My sisters and me. And Issac, she didn't abuse us, like your dad, but she was hard on us. If she thought we were slacking or goofing off...," Derek smiled slightly recalling the bittersweet memories.
"What'd she do, Derek? I mean, if it worked for you guys, maybe it could help our pack," Issac suggested.
"Basically, she spanked us. And not like a couple of taps on the ass, like a real ass whupping. Believe me when I say, that we were highly motivated to train hard as hell or else," Derek admitted.
Issac was surprised, "Yeah, guess the pack is too old for that now."
"Too old? Are you kidding me? That has nothing to do with it. Man, I just don't want to cause you more trauma. I just don't want you to fear me, but respect me," Derek considered.
"Derek, I do respect you. I mean, honestly, before my brother Camden died, my father was actually a good dad. I know there is a difference between the freezer and actually caring about someone. The point is that I know you are trying to save my life and the pack. Do what you need to do to train me, like you feel you need to. I can take it," Issac assured him.
"You mean that, Issac, because I won't hold back. I promise you, though, I'll never do anything to hurt you like your dad ended up doing," Derek said. Derek used his werewolf strength to pull Issac over his lap before Issac knew what was happening.
"Wait! Right now? I didn't even do anything!" Issac protected.
"That's right, you didn't do much today did you? Lesson number one from my mom: don't question your alpha. If I think you need your butt whacked, it gets whacked. All you need to do is obey me, understand?" Derek said shifting Issac so his hands were supporting him on the floor.
Crack!
"I asked you a question, Issac?" Derek said smacking him again. Crack.
"Yeah, I understand," Issac gasped. Those two swats hurt through his jeans and boxers. Derek must have been holding back during training, he was strong.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Issac shifted and tried to lift himself up.
"You try that again and I'm pulling these down," Derek promised, spanking him harder over the seat of his jeans.
"I won't!" Issac yelped. Smack! Smack! Smacks.
Derek was swatting Issac hard as his werewolf healing would kick in fast if he didn't. He wanted the boy to know that he was serious about this. After barely thirty swats, Derek's hand smarted. Now he knew why his mom used a spoon, brush, or anything handy to make her point.
Issac was shifting and starting to gasp out little pleas for Derek to stop, but hadn't tried to push up again. Derek held him tightly his left arm encircling his waist and pulling him closer as he started to spank Issac harder and faster. He knew he had to be feeling this through his clothes. But with werewolf healing, he wasn't concerned with bruising him, as he would have been with a human.
"You're doing well. I know it stings, but the faster you learn to obey me, the faster I can teach you all I know," Derek explained. Swat! Swat! Swat!
"I-I want to l-learn, D-Derek. I think I-I have, you c-can stop n-now," Issac pleaded. He wasn't crying, but his face was beet red and tears were forming. It hurt, but he had taken worse beatings from his irate father.
"Thank you for trusting me, Issac. I care about you like you're a little brother to me. I don't want to let you down either, man. Anytime you are slacking, putting yourself in danger, or putting yourself down, you are going to find yourself right back over my knee," Derek lectured now smacking Issac's sit spots firmly. Issac's feet were tapping into the floor and his hands were braced against the floor so he wouldn't reach back.
Though Issac could take the sting and the humiliation of the spanking, the words Derek spoke touched him inside. He liked the idea of having a big brother again. He didn't want to die, he was just starting to live again. Issac broke and realized he needed to start trying harder, to fight, to live, to trust again.
"I'll do it. I'll t-ttry harder," Issac sobbed, "You're r-right, I-I t-thought I c-couldn't d-do it, s-survive, but I see that I-I can now. S-sorry."
"All forgiven, Issac. You can, even if takes you having a sore butt every day, but I swear, you will make it, little bro," Derek said with one last powerful smack across the center of Issac's backside. It broke something in Derek to hear Issac's sobs. He rubbed his back for a minute before the boy realized Derek had stopped swatting him.
Derek tried to help Issac up and he slumped to his knees in front of Derek, leaning on his knees. He looked a mess of tears and his curly, brown hair was messed up, he wiped his face on his sleeve.
"Hey, it's over. You're good. You'll be all healed soon," Derek murmured.
Issac looked at him with innocent eyes, and Derek found himself pulling Issac to him. This kid was like a puppy, albeit a tall, lanky one. Issac resisted a second, tensed, and then let himself be drawn in.
Issac mumbled, "S-sorry, you had to d-do that."
"It's all forgiven. From now on, you will do your best or that little spanking will seem like a trip to the park," Derek replied.
"Yes, Derek, I u-understand," Issac said getting up.
"Now, did you do all your homework? Go on, I'll order food and then I think you need some sleep. Maybe a shower, too?" Derek smirked.
"I have some chemistry to do. I guess I can lay on my stomach," Issac laughed, rubbing his aching cheeks through his jeans.
"Well, I don't care how you do it, mister. Just got it done or there's more where that came from. Pizza okay?" Derek asked clapping him on the shoulder.
"Yup. Ah, Derek, you're not going to be like after me about my grades and stuff like that right. I mean, just my training, right?" Issac asked shyly.
"Oh no, I think you need a little more direction in your life, little brother. Now get to it, I'll call you when the pizza comes," Derek assured him.
Issac looked nervous, but Derek smelled the relief pouring off him. Issac was finally feeling secure, although he wished that healing would kick in a little faster, as he went to finish his school work.