| CHAPTER EIGHT, Frank Morris' Cell |
"Scott McCall?" came an enlisted's voice while Scott and party were packing up their personal affects.
"Yeah?" Scott said, approaching the soldier only a few years older than him—probably Reid's age.
"Governor Newsom has requested you meet him in his personal quarters." Scott nodded and looked into Isaac's eyes before following the blue-camo-clad soldier through the ship. Once at Newsom's door, he knocked once and the governor signaled to enter. "I'll be right outside when you're done," the soldier said to Scott and closed the door behind him.
"Good to see you, Scott," Newsom said from his chair, rising to shake Scott's hand.
"Governor?" Scott replied, taking the hand.
"I, uh, I heard you're leaving the ship tonight."
"My family and friends are being relocated to Alcatraz. They're supposed to have spots reserved for us."
"Well, I hope you stay safe there." Newsom paused and then turned around, leaning on his arms on the small nightstand-sized table next to the bed; the room was tiny, but personal enough.
"Governor?" Scott said, immediately sensing the worry, fear, and sorrow coming off the man.
"I…sorry it's just—"
"You're worried about your family. I get it," Scott said, trying emote hope through an attempted reassuring smile. "Look, governor—"
"I want you to have something," he said, interrupting. He opened the top drawer and retrieved an old pocket watch. "I was going to give this to Hunter—my son—when he was old enough, but…"
"You'll see him again," Scott promised.
"Even still, helping me breath, talking the way we did on the flight over. Thank you. This is just a small token and I hope we'll see each other again; in good health," he added lightly, smirking. "And if we ever manage to get some normalcy back—and I have an office to return to—look me up. I'll always have a spot open for you."
Scott nodded. He turned to leave but stopped and brought himself to face the Governor of California again. "I want you to know, that if you ever find your family in need of a cure—of anything, not just this—I want you to know that I'm…gifted…with something that can help." Newsom's face suddenly dawned confusion. "I…there are people who walk among you that possess a remarkable ability to heal. I'm one of 'em. And I'm offering that gift to you so if you ever need help, all you need to do is ask."
"Scott what are you talking—" But Newsome stopped dead mid-sentence, his eyes widening slightly and his jaw dropping a little. Scott's eyes flashed red and Newsom knew that was no mistake or trick of the eye.
"Stay safe, governor, and I hope you see your family soon," Scott concluded. He exited the room and followed the soldier back to his bunk, all the while staring at the watch, the inside engraved with 'W.A.N. III'.
— | WWZ | —
"Scott," Danny began quietly next to his alpha on the helicopter; Melissa was next to Scott's other side and Isaac was across from him.
"Hmm?" Scott replied, looking into his beta's face.
"I…I lied to you…yesterday on the ship." Scott only continued to look at Danny with an unchanged expression. "I…when I was leaving UCLA…something happened." Danny paused and immediately tears began to drip from his eyes, falling in fast beads that skipped down his cheeks.
"Danny, it's okay. You don't have to—"
"I want to…I need to…" Scott wrapped an arm around Danny's shoulder and pulled him in. "I…I was dating someone. And he…Josh…he, uh, he…" But Danny couldn't find the words. His tears only became more torturous and his breathing hitched in his throat. Danny continued to sob but only when he finally calmed down more he was able to finish. "He…one of them attacked me. But Josh, he jumped in front of it and…God I tried to get him help. I knew he wasn't breathing anymore. They got his throat. And that's when I got hit…by the truck. And I…I left him there." Scott squeezed his beta hard, breathing heavy himself and looking over at Isaac. The blonde looked rather disheveled by the story and it looked as though he was sharing the exact same thoughts that were running through Scott's mind: 'What if it had been you…'
— | WWZ | —
"These are your quarters," the United States Army soldier said, leading Scott, Isaac, Reid, and Tyler to their refurbished room within the former main cellhouse of Alcatraz Penitentiary; above their room at the end there rested a small placard that read: 'Frank Morris'. All of the cells had their walls knocked in between each of them and replaced with a lighter dividing material placed in intervals that allowed two single beds with two feet between them to be placed in each room. For 'front walls,' plexiglass had been placed before each cell with a door-sized cut out and from the inside curtains could be drawn over from wall to wall for privacy.
"This is lovely," Isaac said sarcastically.
"I could cast a spell so you think it's a Hilton," Tyler offered, smirking.
"Could you, that'd be great," Isaac teased back.
In order to save on space and squeeze as many survivors onto the island as possible, couples were given a single bed. So Scott and Isaac shared a bed in the room where Reid and Tyler shared a bed. Stiles and Gage in a room with Aiden and Lydia (who'd rekindled to some degree while on the ship). Allison and David Clare in one room. The Sheriff and Melissa in another. Van and Barrett in a room. Cooper and Cora. Derek and Danielle with Deaton in the other bed. Allison and her father. And Danny and Ethan in the final room—a situation which Danny wasn't very happy about.
"So what do you wanna' do first," Reid began, plopping down on the bed as Tyler clambered on top of him, "be bored or be bored?"
"We could be bored together?" Tyler offered, leaning down and kissing the blonde.
"Already? Really?" Scott asked, cross his arms as he leaned against the inner wall on his side of the room. "We're younger and werewolves and we're not—mmph." Isaac pressed his lips against Scott's so the alpha was no longer complaining.
But as Isaac snaked his hands under the backside of Scott's shirt, there was suddenly a few raps on the curtain-covered plexiglass wall. "Hey, Scott, can I talk to you?" It was Chris Argent and Scott could hear a second heartbeat with him.
"Yeah," Scott said, his breath a little taken away and he snaked out of Isaac's hold on him. He sneaked out of the curtain and saw that it was Derek—not Allison. "What's up?"
"I was talking to the man in charge here," Argent began. "Colonel McHenry. He's looking for volunteers to form a civilian police for the island. I wanted to know if you and Derek would talk to your packs. And maybe you could ask the two…what are they again?"
"Warlocks," Scott answered, knowing Argent had witnessed Tyler igniting cars during their run from zombies back in Porterville. Scott knocked on the plexiglass. "Hey, Reid, can you come out here?" The blonde emerged a moment later, his lips a little redder than normal and he looked expectantly at Scott. "Chris wants to know if you and Tyler'd be interested in joining a sort of police force for the island. Well, the pack, too, but he wanted to know about you two."
"Not really our thing," Reid answered nonchalantly. "I don't really play nice with others and I'm not a fan of guns…for obvious reasons," he added with a smirk."
Chris went to push him further but Scott interrupted. "I'll talk to my pack and I'll let you know in a little bit."
"I'll do the same," Derek said. Argent nodded, dropping his protest to the warlock and walked off with Derek as Scott and Reid reentered their room.
The sight before them as they walked in, however, stunned them before causing them both to smirk: on both beds lay each their almost naked-partners, Isaac clad only in his boxer-trunks and Tyler clad only in his pair of briefs. Reid moved first: almost tearing off his shirt and unbuckling his jeans as he walked over to the bed. Scott stripped off his own shirt as Reid got completely naked in one more motion, taking his own underwear, jeans, socks, and shoes off in it. Reid clambered on top of Tyler just as Scott was trying to undo his buckle, Isaac pulling him over by it as the alpha was too excited to do it properly. Isaac pulled them down from his position and laid back, watching Scott slip them over his sock-clad feet and climb on top of him.
"C'mon," Isaac panted between their lips, "we may not have a lot of time. And I need you." Scott nodded, kissing him a few more times before sliding to his feet so Isaac could get on all fours. Scott climbed back on knees-first and leaned over Isaac's back. He slipped two fingers into the blonde's mouth and began to grind his erection between the beta's cheeks. 'Fuck…' came from across the room and they both turned to see Reid already pounding into the brunette beneath him. "Scott…" Isaac cooed as his brunette removed his own fingers and quickly pushed them into his awaiting hole. The beta immediately pushed back on them and groaned, yipping as Scott drew them harshly out.
"Can't do it…can't wait," Scott panted into Isaac's ear before slipping his slickened cock into Isaac.
"Jesus…" Isaac breathed, his head drooping between his outstretched arms as Scott didn't wait even a second before moving. His alpha wrapped his arms around his torso, one snaking down to his own erection bouncing between his legs. "Don't…too soon." So Scott stopped and only caressed his abs, instead sending pleasure through Isaac by running the blonde's ear through the gap in his teeth. "Scott!" It was louder than they'd wanted, and Scott slipped a finger from his other hand in Isaac's mouth to suck on. He groaned around that finger, sliding his tongue around the digit as he pushed back to meet Scott's pounding hips.
"Reid…" Tyler moaned from the other bed and soon a foreign smell of cum fill the werewolves' nostrils. Tyler was still stomach-flat against their bed and Reid was still relentlessly driving into his widespread-hairy ass.
"Now," Isaac demanded and Scott immediately obliged, wrapping a warm hand tightly around Isaac's member while hitting that spot relentlessly. Isaac came hard, Scott's name on his whimpering lips.
And that's when Tyler through Reid off of him, back onto his heels. "What?" Reid asked, half irritated half sexually frustrated. Isaac finished coming and did the same, pushing Scott away.
"We…we have something…hah…special planned," Isaac said, arching his back, his spine cracking before standing up. Their tops each looked curiously at the bottoms they just fucked, and Isaac and Tyler smirked back at them, almost evilly.
"We know how much you want each other," Tyler said, rolling onto his side so his naked backside was flush with the cement wall. Reid immediately looked at Scott and then, awkwardly after a moment, looked down at Tyler, whose grin widened even more.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Scott tried to feign innocently. But he was too nervous to even make it sound believable, let alone control his skipping, lying heartbeat,
"It's okay, Scott," Isaac said, walking over to the kneeling brunette on their bed. "We know you love us, that there's nothing more between you than some sexual tension. We just…well we want you to know that you can get it out without any fuss from us."
Scott only looked at Isaac completely stunned, baffled by the words that had just left his boyfriend's mouth. But Reid, the devilish blonde, looked from Tyler, to Scott, to Tyler's white teeth, to Scott's naked form. He smirked at the scenario before him and walked over to Scott. "C'mon, Scott," Reid said, placing a hand on the alpha's muscular bicep. Scott looked at Isaac, and then into Reid's eyes, to his lips. He licked his own and Reid leaned forward, pulling Scott a little forward so the brunette would have to shuffle forward until their lips met. And something clicked. A switch seemed to have been turned. A valve had been turned that sent lust and desire exploding through the air like a chemical weapon.
Upon their lips first colliding, their hands immediately grabbed to the other's body. They roamed. The felt. Their skin met. Chest to chest. Hips to hips. Thighs to thighs. Erection pressing against erection between their defined abdomens. They both dared to look, too; that was the whole point. Neither of them had experienced another outside Isaac or Tyler before this. Yes, Isaac and Scott had included Danny back in high school once. But that paled to this. This was something more. Something fiery. Captivating. Intoxicating.
Reid laid down on Scott and Isaac's bed, a spot next to his spine laying in Isaac's cum. He pulled the shorter Scott down on top of him and for the first time Scott felt as nervous as he had in high school, back when being sexual was a new thing. But as he continued to make out with Reid, smells of all sorts clouding his mind on top of the heated passion between he and the bleach blonde, Isaac was there to settle his nerves. Yes, Isaac was behind him as Scott was sprawled atop the older warlock, prodding his tongue deep between his cheeks. And, yes, Scott's mind became even more clouded and his heart only raced even more—but it was comforting to have him there.
That comfort gave Scott the boost he needed. He zoned in on everything about Reid. The way his skin moved. The way his muscles writhed. The taste in his mouth. On his tongue. The feel of his straight hair. The smell of his breath that he inevitably shared and took in. The feel of his firm, warm hands over his body. Reid was an animal, in a purely different sense than the instinctual feral sex between he and Isaac. Reid was a sexual master. A deviant. An incubus. And he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew exactly where to put his hands and when to move them. When to thrust up into Scott and how to kiss him. When to close his eyes and reopen them so that they could share that kiss as memorable as possible.
"Gotta' have you," Reid finally said against Scott's abused lips. "Gotta' have this," he said, squeezing Scott's globes to annunciate his point. Scott nodded, stealing another passionate kiss before Reid pushed up on Scott. Scott got up onto the floor and leaned over on the bed. Tyler handed Reid a condom when the wolves looked at them funny.
"We're immune to the zombie virus," Scott said, "I'll be fine." Reid smirked and nodded, coating his dick with the lube Tyler had also dug out of one of their bags.
"Ready?" Reid teased, resting the cooler tip against Scott's squelching entrance. Not even daring to answer, Scott just pushed back and Reid's head fell back in ecstasy. "I guess so," he said in a half laugh, pushing forward. He rested his hands on Scott's waist and took a moment for himself. And has he began to pull out to thrust back in, he felt something at his own ass. There was Tyler, knelt behind him, his face burying itself in Reid's light-hair fuzzed ass, his tongue lapping at his own hole. "Fuck me…" Reid groaned and heard a 'mmph' in front of him.
He lifted his head to see two hands threaded through Scott's now messy dark hair, pulling Scott forward as the alpha took Isaac's dick between his lips. Isaac was kneeling like Tyler, but on the bed and with his own head fallen back just as Reid's had been. And that knowledge caused him to spike forward when a jolt coursed through his body. And Scott whimpered around Isaac's dick. Isaac breathed harder himself and his hands moved delectably through those locks. Reid reached one of his own hands back and drove it through the back of Tyler's hair, encouraging him to prod deeper. And when he did, when his tongue breached Reid's rings of muscle, Reid was done. All the ministrations and fucking earlier did it.
He came hard into Scott, doubling forward so his arms stretched straight on Scott's upper back. He plowed into him, milking his orgasm excruciatingly well at all that Scott's tightness provided him. And when he finally managed to open his clamped eyes he no longer saw Isaac's head, only his ass. He knew he was underneath Scott's torso, and the slurping popping sound from Scott's dick confirmed it. So Reid did his best to continue and another round of pounding Scott's prostate pushed the alpha over the edge. Scott burst deep into Isaac's mouth, swearing and taking Isaac's name to his lips. Scott, too, hunched over, the spasming pleasure coursing through his body forcing him to grab hold of Isaac's previously pounded cheeks.
Reid gathered himself and stood back up straight, pulling Scott up with him. He pulled Scott's face back and their lips began to meld, their tongue sharing each other again, their eyes blissfully closed. Scott found warm lips on his neck, sharp fangs grazing his skin; Reid, too, felt a pair on his ear and hands on his waist. Reid pulled out of Scott, letting his flaccid dick fall and Scott pushed back against it. And then Reid and Scott's kiss broke and their lips moved to their partners, Scott tasting much of himself in Isaac's taste and Reid tasting his own ass on Tyler's tongue.
"We're videotaping that next time," Reid said, leaning forward to seductively lick the outside of Scott's ear. He shuddered while the other two smirked.
"Who said there'd be a next time?" Tyler posed, wrapping his arms around Reid's abdomen.
"I didn," Reid replied, "'cuz that was fucking hot."