Okay, so SURPRISE I'm back. Sorry it's been a while, but I'm here now. This chapter is Lee and Isaac because a few people asked for it and I love Isaac so I couldn't resist. Don't know how it turned out, but anyway, here you go. . .
It probably wasn't much of a secret that Isaac saw the world in an array of twisted up and tormented shades of black and white. He didn't think it was unreasonable that he clung to whatever brief flashes of colour that were painted across his vision.
Like that flower he found once when he was twelve, small and purple but growing amongst a pile of rubble. Something beautiful rising out of something ruined. Isaac still had that flower, pressed between two pages of a notebook and hidden safely away where he could look at it whenever he felt the world was growing too dark for him to handle. He'd used to look at it all the time when he'd still lived with his Dad, before he'd become a werewolf.
Derek was a bit of an anomaly, because he hung on the edge of Isaac's vision in muted colours, causing something conflicted and afraid to churn in his stomach. But it was Stiles who seared through the mess of black and white like a shooting star burning across the night's sky. It was Stiles with his private smiles and pained eyes who gave Isaac his attention and who carded his fingers through Isaac's hair just like his mother had used to do. And it was Stiles who didn't say a word when he found Isaac staring at the little purple flower pressed between two crinkled pages, because Stiles had always been the sort of person to understand how it was the little things that made up the world. It was the little things that meant the most.
Nothing about their relationship was romantic even though it could have been. To anyone looking in from the outside, maybe the way that Isaac curled up against the then-human Stiles, with his fingers ghosting over pale flesh and his face nuzzled against the nearest flesh, maybe that would have looked like something more than it was. Maybe that would have looked like more than just comfort and more than a friendship that had managed to bury itself deep under Isaac's skin so unexpectedly that he couldn't actually remember when he and Stiles had become friends. But it didn't matter what it seemed like, because that wasn't what it was.
It was Derek who had saved him, true. It was Derek who had given him the strength and the chance; but it was Stiles who had taught him how to live, who had coaxed smiles out of him with the promise of homemade chocolate cake and his choice of movie that night. It was all down to Stiles who had fast become his favourite colour, burning through the black and white and teaching him how to see in colour again.
It was all Stiles and it pissed Isaac off more than he even knew how to express that back then nobody else had been able to see it. Nobody had really looked at Stiles and now he was back and he was all shiny and new and everyone thought he could maybe be their favourite colour. This new, strong Stiles with all of his old sass but a new confidence that seeped out of his pores, they all wanted his attention now. But he'd been Isaac's first and this was Stiles. This was Stiles who introduced him first when etiquette said he shouldn't have and who still cared his fingers through Isaac's curls and flashed him private smiles, coaxing out the happiness in him effortlessly.
It was Stiles who's left, but who hadn't forgotten him in the slightest.
And then there was a new light, a new colour branded onto his limited spectrum and of course Stiles had been the one to bring it. Of course he had. It was only fitting. This new colour was bright and pulsing and his wolf through back its head in response and screamed, "Mate," and "Mine." It was a wolf that roared in on a motorbike clad in leather and smiled at Stiles like Isaac did. Someone who looked at Stiles like he was so obviously the leader there and like he was a hero. Isaac knew he could get on with someone who looked at Stiles in the right way. In the way he deserved to be looked at.
It was Lee, who was suddenly there and pushing away the darkness with lazy smiles and fingertips gently tracing the line of Isaac's jaw almost reverently, like he was something precious.
"It has to be alright with him," Lee said with his fingers entwined with Isaac's and his smiles just for him alone. "It needs to be alright with him." And he was right, it had to be, because Lee was just like Isaac in that he'd handed the most sacred and fragile, the most delicate parts of himself over to Stiles to treasure a long time ago. They both belonged to Stiles on a level that was more than just Beta to Alpha. It was on a level far more intense and real, because it was something that they had chosen, something that had wormed its way into their souls. It was the reason they looked at Stiles before looking at their Alpha, it was the reason they trusted him with the broken pieces of themselves.
Because it was Stiles and Stiles just seemed to hold the key to everything without even realising it.
So they needed to be alright with him and even though Isaac knew it would be, he was still nervous when he asked. And when he backed into his room, the permission still ringing through his head kike the lyrics of a song, he couldn't help the grin that stretched his lips.
He wasn't even surprised in the slightest when hands grabbed him from behind, turning him as the door was kicked shut. And then suddenly Lee's hands with in his hair and his mouth was slotting into place over Isaac's and everything exploded in a sudden mess of colour and light behind Isaac's eyelids and he couldn't even remember what it was like to see in black and white anymore.
Lee snarled out his moans straight into Isaac's mouth, both of their hands scrabbling and tugging at clothes, tearing them in their desperation to get to bare flesh. It was almost painful the way that they were crashing together, the desperation and the pure need burning in Isaac's chest. He felt like he was on fire and for one fleeting moment he thought that he couldn't understand how the hell Stiles and Derek had danced around each other for so long; because being with his mate was indescribable. It was impossible to resist and it hurt to even think about trying. So he didn't understand how either of them had been able to survive for so long not being with each other.
Even then, the desperation that was clawing out of the pair of them was making it impossible for them to go slow. They'd slow down for the next time, when they felt calmer and when the edge had been taken off.
It was a messy tangle of limbs as they crashed down onto the bed, Isaac's legs hitching up around the bottom of Lee's and his fingers buried into the mess that was the other werewolf's hair. Lee pressed gentle kisses down the pale curve of his neck, his tongue tracing circles on his skin as he slowly pushed forwards. The desperation that had led to this moment meant there'd been limited preparation and it hurt. It fucking burned, but feelings were exploding inside of him, things he didn't have words for, that he didn't have the vocabulary to explain and he didn't even really feel it. He certainly didn't care.
It wasn't slow, he hadn't expected it to be. It was fast and hard and needy and Lee's teeth were in his shoulder, Isaac's fingers clawing at his back as he whined low and desperate in his throat. The slap of flesh on flesh filled the room, mingling the frantic beat of their hearts, the tempo climbing until Isaac would be surprised if the rhythm wasn't being tattooed on the inside of his ribcage.
He panted in Lee's ear, arched up into him and gripped him tighter with his legs, pulling him in deeper until it was impossible to tell where one of them ended and the other began. Lee moaned, the sound escalating into a howl that sounded like it was being physically torn from him and his hips slammed forwards just a handful more times, the pattern of thrusts erratic before finally Lee's entire body tensed up and went rigid as he came.
It was the not-so-human fangs that broke through the skin of his shoulder and seemed to nestle into bone that tipped Isaac over the edge, that had him plummeting down off that cliff and into his own orgasm in a sudden explosion of white-washed light.
And Isaac could feel himself falling in love with the easy acceptance and the unadulterated happiness that shone out of Lee's brightly coloured eyes. He could feel himself falling in love with the new array of colours splashed like paint-splatters across his vision. And he didn't think it would be so hard to fall in love with Lee himself either. Not with his wolf mumbling, "Mate," constantly under its breath and not with Stiles' approval binding them together. No, he didn't think it would be hard at all. He thought he was probably already halfway there.