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"Boyd, where's Isaac?" Derek asked, walking into the kitchen to find the slightly larger man scooping a rather large spoonful of rocky road ice cream into a bowl. Boyd gave him a look like he was a child caught stealing from a candy jar, but it quickly changed into an expression of consideration.

"Um, I think last time I saw him he was with Scott? They're probably making out or something in one of the guest rooms," Boyd said with a roll of his eyes.

Derek chuckled darkly. "Like I didn't catch you doing the same thing yesterday, right?"

"He was literally begging me to touch him. Show me a werewolf on this planet strong enough to not only resist Isaac but a pack bitch Isaac, then I'll feel guilty. Until then, you can go fuck yourself."

"All that ice cream is going to ruin your figure you know."

Boyd just scooped another huge spoonful into the bowl in an indignant manner . "I refer back to my previous statement: go fuck yourself."

Derek did in fact find the two in one of the guest rooms and all was as Boyd had guess: they lay on the bed, Isaac under Scott, Scott's lips nibbling on the skin on Isaac's ear. Isaac, true to his nature, was the only completely nude one in the situation, Scott was down to just his boxers, which really didn't help to hide the hard-on that was popping from his groin.

Derek stood just outside the door for a moment, listening and watching with as much stealth as he could muster. He would never admit it to anyone but himself, but he sort of had a little (enormous) thing for, what did they call it, voyeurism? So yeah, he liked to watch people fuck, but it didn't make him a stalker or anything.

What? He was a predator. It was built into his genetics to prowl.

He watched as Scott ground down into Isaac's dick, soft mewls falling from Isaac's mouth. Scott's hands were kneading into the skin of Isaac's ass, his mouth now firmly placed on the man below him. He saw Scott's tongue poke out, tracing over Isaac's lips and nibbling on his bottom one before he dove into Isaac's mouth, tasting him and rolling their tongues together. Isaac- fuck, Isaac accepted it like he was made for it, which yeah, he was, but still. It was like it was second nature to him to just completely submit, to let someone else make the decisions, to just give himself over.

"God, baby," He heard Scott say in a hushed voice. "You're fucking amazing. Can't wait."

"Please," Isaac whimpered, and that was hard for even Derek to resist- he could imagine how hard it was for Scott to not give in. "I need- I need you, something, inside me, please, I want to-"

"Isaac, sweetheart, you know what Derek said. I won't hurt you while you're not fully activated- but hell, when you are? I'm going to fucking wreck you, babe, I promise. Get you heavy with my pups like the slut you are- god, Isaac-"

Scott cut himself off to dive into Isaac's mouth once more and Isaac arched his back like a fucking kitten, sucking on Scott's tongue.

Derek was extremely close to just whipping his dick out and jerking it off to the sight, but he needed to stop this. He reluctantly cleared his throat knowingly loud enough for them to hear, but they didn't respond, continuing on with their heated kiss. He cleared his throat again- almost to the point of pain.

"Fuck, Derek, you'd think you'd get the hint," Scott growled out, fangs descending. He didn't completely pull away from Isaac though, still nibbling on the skin of his jaw. Isaac was pretty much out of it, rising into Scott's touch with a glazed over look in his eyes.

"Scott." Derek said forcefully, leaning on the doorframe.

He heard an audible groan leave Scott's form as he pushed himself up and away from Isaac's form. He moved himself to sit on the edge of the bed, tip of his dick poking out through his boxers, pre-cum leaking heavily. Scott glanced at Isaac, who was whimpering at the loss of contact, writhing slightly on the bed, skin slightly sheened with sweat and cheeks rosy with effort.

"Derek I can't leave him like this, look at him."

Derek had already studied Isaac's despairing form, he knew nothing would get Isaac out of this state other than an orgasm. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Get him off, but you don't get to. Do it later."

"What? Who died and made you captain of my orgasms?"

"Scott."

"God! You're so fucking annoying," Scott said, crawling up to sit against the head board, maneuvering Isaac so that his back lay against Scott's chest, body between his legs. Derek relaxed, falling back into his prowling (stalking) stance.

"Alright, baby, I got you, Scott's here," Scot said in a low voice in Isaac's ear, lips brushing the skin there. Isaac let out a soft groan, body moving absently and eyes in a glaze so far gone it was as if he was unconscious.

"Please…" Isaac said breathily. "Inside- I- I,"

"I can't fuck you while you can't get wet on your own, alright babe? Don't worry though, I'm gonna get you there," Scott said, hands stopping at Isaac's chest to play with his nipples. "I'm going to take care of you."

Derek coughed with purpose, signaling Scott to get on with it. Scott, as expected, threw him an angry glare.

Scott's hands lowered until their found Isaac's cock and balls and the boy jumped at the touch, letting out a high pitched moan. Scott ran his fingers over Isaac's dick as he began to slowly jerk him off, rolling his balls in his other hand, filthy words spilling from his lips as he drove Isaac to orgasm.

"God, look at you Isaac, so good for me, such a good bitch baby. You're going to be so good for all of us, taking your place in the pack so well," Scott nibbled on Isaac's ear, jerking him off faster. "Can't wait to see you stuffed full of cock, especially mine. Can't wait to see you come completely undone, cum all over your body, until you smell like you belong to every single one of us."

Derek was actually impressed. Scott didn't seem to be the type for dirty talk- he seemed to be more of the 'making love' sort. But he was actually really good at this.

"That's it baby," Scott said when Isaac began pumping his hips in time with Scott's strokes, a continuous waterfall of moans spilling from his lips. "Cum for me, yeah? You're my little bitch who's going to cum for me, aren't you? Such a good slut, always do exactly as you're told. C'mon sweetheart, cum for me, do it."

Isaac's breaths began to come rapidly, hips jerking erratically, cum and sweat slicking Scott's hands as he jerked Isaac off.

"You got it baby, so sweet for me. Cum Isaac. You can do it, cum now."

It took about three more strokes until Isaac's body completely stilled and he let out a rather loud moan of complete satisfaction, then all at once he shivered and fell onto Scott's body, slight tremors falling through his form as cum shot from his dick, landing on his stomach and Scott's hands. Isaac's hands were like vices on Scott's thighs as he rode out his orgasm, breathing hard with eyes closed and lips bitten between his teeth. Scott caressed the muscles in Isaac's arm as the last of the tremors shook through him, cock beginning to soften against his thigh.

"Good job baby, did so good, just like I knew you would, but you still gotta clean up," Scott dragged his fingers through the mess on Isaac's stomach, gathering most of the cum on his fingertips. He brought it to Isaac's mouth and pressed against his lips. Isaac's lips opened easily as he began to suck on Scott's fingers, cleaning his own cum off his hands. The process was repeated a few more times before Isaac's body and Scott's hands were sufficiently clean. Scott placed a kiss on Isaac's temple.

"You were so good today. Fucking amazing. So proud of you. I love you sweetheart," Scott said. Isaac gave a soft whimper in response that sounded a lot like agreement.

Scott ran his fingers through Scott's hair a few times before he slowly moved himself to slide out of the bed, allowing Isaac to lay on his back and rest. It was an awkward walk that he came towards Derek with, a familiar one that meant he was harboring a probably painful erection that only two or more orgasms would stave off. He gave Derek a harsh and smug look as he pushed past him and into the hallway, a hushed "Asshole," whispered as he went.

Derek hardly registered the insult though, working on getting himself and his wolf back under control after what he had just witnessed. The room smelled like cum and sweat and sex and pack and it was almost dizzying, but he grounded himself before he took another step into the room. He sat on the edge of the bed closest to Isaac's resting form. He softly raised Isaac's head onto his lap, brushing his fingers softly across Isaac's forehead.

"Isaac?" Derek asked softly. After a moment the boys' eyes opened slowly but he didn't look directly at him, his gaze was still on the ceiling, but soon enough Isaac's eyes moved to meet Derek's.

"D'rk?" He asked in a weak voice.

"Yeah, babe, I'm here." Derek replied, running his fingers through Isaac's hair. The boy smiled softly.

"Th'was amazin'." Isaac confessed. Derek smiled.

"I know. You were amazing." He heard Isaac give a light laugh. He couldn't really resist himself when he bent over and placed his lips on Isaac's, tongue diving in to taste his mouth. It still tasted like Isaac's cum, sweet but a little bitter, but there was a slight foreign taste that was rather sharp but not entirely unpleasant- Derek figured it was the few traces of Scott's cum left in Isaac's mouth. They kissed until Derek could no longer taste anything other than himself in Isaac's mouth, he pulled back and took a deep breath.

"You've got your date with Stiles today- I don't want you to be late."

"…oh yeah," Isaac said softly. "I almost forgot."

"You alright to get up?"

Isaac seemed to do a mental check of his physical state for a moment. "I think- but I feel a little weak."

Derek nodded. "Alright, c'mon," he said, moving to pick up the boy bridal style. "We'll get some food in you and then you'll get ready."

xOx

"You're kind of unfairly adorable," Stiles stated, looking at the curly haired boy that stood in his doorway. A wide smile was sent his way, full of teeth and happiness and blue eyes sparkled. "God, you're all this attractive, aren't you? How the hell am I going to survive?"

Isaac shrugged.

"Oh, was that too forward?" Stiles asked, a frown on his face. "Sorry, I just figured since we really only get one date might as well put it all out there, ya know? Lay the cards on the table, throw the ashes to the wind, actions speak louder than words and all that-"

"It's fine," Isaac said, a smirk on his face. "But yes, we are all really attractive. Wait till you meet Boyd- god that man was crafted by the gods. And so was his dick, you wouldn't even believe-"

"Oh!" Stiles exclaimed, hands waving in the air. Isaac gave him a questioning look. "You! You-you're the other, um… the other-"

"Bitch." Isaac finished with a smile. "I'm the other pack bitch. It's ok- it's not an insult at all. Complement really. Don't be so scared to say it- if everything goes well you'll be one too."

Stiles smiled but it quickly faded into an expression of critical thought. "Uh- yeah. I-I guess so, huh? Pack bitch…"

Isaac rolled his eyes. "It's just a title. You don't have to be called that."

"Oh," Stiles said. "But you-?"

"I like it, I guess," Isaac admitted, blush on his features. "Dirty talk kind of turns me on."

"Oh! Uh- cool, I guess," Stiles said, blushing furiously. "Ya know I was never really good at that- I just tend to ramble on and it just gets really confusing and unsexy and it's just horrible and completely ruins the mood."

"I wouldn't imagine." Isaac replied with a smirk. Stiles rolled his eyes and pushed Isaac out of the way, closing and locking the door behind him.

"God, the first two guys are assholes…" He said, shaking his head. He turned to Isaac expectantly. "So. Where we going?"

Isaac looked pensive for a moment before he snapped his eyes back into Stiles' gaze. "I have no clue."

Stiles gave him a look. "You… have no clue?"

Isaac shrugged. "I've never really done this date thing."

"You've never been on a date? Not even like, middle school pizza parlor date?"

Isaac shook his head.

"Dude! How did you not come up with a plan?"

Isaac looked personally offended. "Well, firstly, Scott kind of rocked my world right before I had to come meet you so I was a little out of it in the first place," He said with no shame. "And plus, we're both going to bitches, so it's not like with the other guys. I don't really have to… woo you, or anything, right? Just make sure we're compatible physically and ya know, mentally or whatever. On my part, you're already pretty hot so we got that down."

Stiles looked at him with awe in his features. "You really have no shame do you?"

Isaac shrugged. Again. "I'm a very… sexually liberated person. If I could I would talk about dick all day, but that tends to make for bad conversation, doesn't it?"

"Depends on who you're talking to," Stiles replied with a wink. He shoved Isaac playfully on the shoulder before he sighed. "But, I guess you're right. We just kinda have to be… friends, right? How about- uh, ice cream! Hell yes! You treat me to ice cream and I promise we'll be best friends forever, a friendship so strong no dick could ever come between us."

Isaac stared at him for a moment before turning and walking down the hallway, completely ignoring his statement.

Stiles had to run after him.

xOx

Stiles was currently licking his double scoop mint chocolate chip ice cream cone with a fervor he had not felt in years. Isaac was attending to his small strawberry ice cream with little attention, watching the way Stiles' tongue darted out to lick up the sides of the ice cream, dragging the treat in before darting out for another flavor. This went on for a few minutes before Stiles noticed the ice cream slowly beginning to drip down Isaac's fingers.

"Dude!" Stiles said as if Isaac had just shot someone. "Your ice cream!"

Isaac looked down at it with a shrug.

"Dude you have got to stop shrugging at some point in your life- it's a little over played."

"I'm not really into ice cream that much. And plus you've kind been… distracting me."

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "How?"

Isaac chose not to respond, letting Stiles stew on the thought for a moment before his eyes went wide.

"You did not turn my enjoyment of a delicious frozen treat into a sexual innuendo!" Stiles said in a hushed voice.

"Your tongue is a work of art," Isaac said nonchalantly. "You must be really good at sucking dick."

"Dude!" Stiles said, glancing around the diner they sat in. "You can't say that! There are children in here!"

"So are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Are you good at sucking dick?"

"Isaac!"

"I told you I could talk about dick all day."

"There's literally a five year old sitting directly behind us."

"Well then be quiet," Isaac said, leaning in closer to Stiles. "Answer the damn question."

Stiles looked into Isaac's eyes, looking for a way out of this conversation, but he found no escape. He sighed and looked at his ice cream- it had started to melt and really there was no point with Isaac hot on his tail as he was. He sat it down on a plate and wiped his hand with a napkin.

"So?" Isaac asked again.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Truthfully?"

Isaac nodded, a look on his face that screamed how excited he was about this conversation.

"You really could talk about dick all day, huh?" Stiles asked.

Isaac smiled. "You have no idea. I could write autobiographies on my thoughts. Almanacs. Series. Screenplays. Now answer my fucking question."

Stiles chuckled lightly. "Well, uh, yeah, I guess."

"You guess? No regular tongue moves like yours. I watch a lot of porn, and I'm pretty sure they can't do half of what you do."

Stiles shook his head. "Look, fine. Yeah, I guess I'm actually really good at giving head. It's probably my favorite thing to do besides ya know-"

"Getting fucked?"

"Yeah," Stiles smiled, leaning in a little closer. "So, look, give me a run down on what I'm possibly working with here, I mean-"

"You mean their dicks right?"

"God, you're like a dog with a bone."

Isaac ignored him, shifting in his seat with a thoughtful look on his face. "Well, here's the thing- Derek won't let me blow any of them until I'm fully activated, so I can't really tell you taste or texture or anything. But I do know that Derek's the thickest and Boyd is the longest. Scott's dick has a bigger than average head but Jackson's cum tastes the best. Oh, Scott's balls hang the lowest, and I think Jackson has the best ass. But Derek's tongue is like phenomenal, you wouldn't believe. Boyd is extremely good with his hands though. If you're looking for someone to fuck you hard and rough go to Boyd- he seems like he'd be the beast in bed. If you're looking for something long and drawn out, I think Jackson would do it the best- he likes to act all tough but he's actually a huge softie- trust me. Scott is the best dirty talker I've ever heard, porn or no."

Stiles' mouth was wide and open looking at Isaac in shock. "You… yo- hey, do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure, go for it."

"I don't mean to be offensive, but um, do you-" Stiles paused, looking for his words. "Is this… all there is for you? I mean- don't you want to go to college and get a good job or ya know, find happiness outside of being… pack bitch?"

"Well," Isaac said, biting his lips. "Happiness is a very fluid definition. Getting a job and going to college can be happiness for you, but that doesn't mean it is for me."

"But this seems like sort of… a dead end, I guess."

"Not to me," Isaac said with a smile. "I like this. Love it, in fact. Love doing this, love the sex, love all the love. I think I'm going to love being pregnant and having kids and just… the whole package, ya know? I mean, I get that to some people it might seem like a dead end- but I've never been a school person. Having a real job beside being the mailboy for Derek sounds horrible, and the real world just seems… too much work. Being pack bitch I get taken care of, I get to stay around the people I love, and I get to do all the things I love. I don't need anything else. Food, sex and family all in one."

"What about your own family?" Stiles asked, immediately regretting the question when a sad look fell on Isaac's face. "Hey, nevermind."

"No, it's fine. My, uh, my mom died when I was a baby- I don't really remember her. But my dad- he. He… he used to um, beat me."

"Oh, fuck, Isaac, you don't have to talk about this, seri-"

"No, I promise- it's ok. Um, Derek- he saved me actually. Found me on the street covered in cuts and blood and he took me in- killed that bastard too. I asked for the bite- I wanted to be strong like him, to not have to be scared anymore. He's more than just my alpha or mate or anything- he's pretty much my saving grace."

Isaac's lips were in a hard line but he turned to look at Stiles and it erupted into a smile.

Stiles nodded at Isaac's spiel, taking in everything he had said. "That's… that's awesome. That's really brave of you to go through all that and still, be you, ya know? "

"And plus, all the uncut dicks are definitely a bonus."

"Uncut?" Stiles asked. Isaac smiled.

"Of course. They're werewolves- it'd just grow back. Wouldn't make sense."

"You're really trying to sell this pack bitch thing on me aren't you?"

Isaac smirked. "I don't have to. It sells itself."

xOx

"Are you absolutely sure I'm not allowed to suck your dick?" Stiles asked as Isaac pushed him into the door of Derek's loft, tongue slipping into Stiles' mouth and hands running over his ass.

"Yeah, tell me about it. He's ruining my fucking life," Isaac said against Stiles' mouth, grabbing his hips and grinding them together. "But no worries, when we're both activated, you'll be giving me blowjobs no doubt."

Stiles moaned and grabbed Isaac's ass, pushing his tongue into Isaac's mouth to reclaim dominance in the kiss. Isaac accepted it eagerly, sucking on Stiles' tongue and moaning into his mouth.

"If you don't get in this damn house right the fuck now I'm going to come out there and fuck you both into the ground! Your fucking pheromones are everywhere you assholes!"

It was Boyd's voice that yelled through the door, impatience heavy in his tone. Isaac laughed but Stiles just blushed.

"He isn't serious," Isaac said, giving one last light kiss on Stiles' lips before stepping away.

"Would it be bad if I wished he was?" Stiles asked.

Isaac winked at him, turning to open the door to the apartment before he walked inside. "With Boyd's dick? Not at all."