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These drabbles can be read chronologically or not. Dealer's choice. I'm writing them in a progression style but they all pretty much stand alone.
They probably shouldn't be doing this here. The chard skeleton of the Hale house wasn't exactly safe for this. But what else could they do? They needed some place they could be alone, where no one would hear them. They could get kind of loud during their sessions some times.
"Ah…Derek…" Isaac whines in protest, but the alpha will have none of it.
"Come on Isaac, is that all you got? Push harder." The low growl in Derek's voice as he demands for more from Isaac makes the teen shutter.
"I can't…"
"Yes you can!" A loud crack sounds as a floor board breaks under Isaac. "You're not trying."
"I am trying!" Isaac shouts in insistence, a defiant look on his face despite being on the ground and battered considerably. But it doesn't last long and that ever present streak of kicked dog syndrome shines through. "You're just stronger than me ok."
Derek huffs and offers his hand to Isaac to get him back up, but the other looks at it warily. The last time Derek had 'helped him up' during training he broke his forearm under the guise of a lesson. The injury had healed, as Derek anticipated. The mental damage he had not.
He hadn't understood at first. Both of his parents had broken several of his bones in training, on purpose too. It was the tough hand that taught the werewolf. He thought he was doing the right thing. But Derek has to try and remember that Isaac has only been a werewolf for a few weeks now. He's still learning what that means and is still very much a frighten kid who got his bones broken without purpose from someone who was supposed to protect him.
The alpha sees the tension coil into the beta's shoulders when he kneels down next to him. "Isaac, look at me." He tells him, not as demanding as he could be but not as gentle either, and blue eyes flitter over to him. "I know you're trying ok. But I also know that you're not trying hard enough. Yes, I'm stronger than you, but I know your holding yourself back. I'm your alpha and I know what you're capable of. That's why I push you because I know you can do better than this." Derek glances around the floor, shapeless forms mapped out in the dust where Isaac has landed on his back over and over again.
Isaac glances around too as if to survey the shapes. "I don't want to hurt you." He says quietly. Derek anticipated this. He knew that Isaac, werewolf powers or no, had a gentle sort of spirit. And there was nothing wrong with that, when they weren't fighting.
Derek scoffs readily and looms over the other man as he stands. "You're not gonna hurt me."
There's a challenge in Derek's voice, a prod as if he dares Isaac to hurt him. It's enough to get Isaac up and start fighting again.
The smile that lights up Isaac's face when Derek finally ends up on his back nearly rivals the early morning sun that's starting to rise.
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