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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Isaac_Lahey
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Isaac_Lahey, Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent, Lydia_Martin,
      Peter_Hale, Cora_Hale, Melissa_McCall_(mentioned)
  Additional Tags:
      Identity_Issues, Gender_Issues, A_Bite_Off_Center_Fic, Alpha_Derek, Happy
      Ending, First_Time, First_Kiss, Alpha/Beta
  Collections:
      A_Bite_Off_Center
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-23 Words: 6499
****** A Change in the Weather ******
by paintmegold_(rpslover)
Summary
     Isaac is having a hard time controlling his emotions. He's angry and
     restless and doesn't know why. When his anger starts to escalate it's
     Allison, Cora, and Lydia who are put in danger.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
English was dragging along at a tortuous pace. All Isaac wanted to do was
collapse at the loft and try to get some sleep. He winced as he felt the sharp
edges of this teeth finally break through the worn and raw skin of his bottom
lip. He ignored the look Scott shot him when he caught the scent of blood in
the air and buried himself further back into his jacket. Isaac had been feeling
edgy, tense and he couldn't shake the static itching through his veins. He was
exhausted with it, his body on high alert. It had been over a week since he’d
been able to shut his eyes for more than a few minutes or eat more than a few
bites of anything. He didn't know what was going on with him. Scott was making
things worse. He’d seen how Isaac ate when he’d lived with the McCalls and
Scott could tell something was up. Isaac sighed and waited for the bell to
ring. Scott would be the one to notice something wasn't right. The last thing
Isaac wanted to do was talk about it. Mostly because he didn't know what it
was, so he’d been avoiding Scott all week, and now he had ruined all that work
by worrying his lip too hard.
It was Friday, last period, and now Scott had that look like Isaac had some
explaining to do. As soon as the bell rung Isaac was up and out of class and he
managed to lose Scott in the crowded hallway.
Cora was parked in the loading zone waiting for him, the odds that she hadn’t
gone to last period were pretty high, but Isaac was relieved as he slid into
the passenger seat. He didn’t want to wait for the bus and risk Scott following
him on. Plus he didn’t have the patience for it this week, his fuse had been
very short with everyone and everything. Cora arched her eyebrow at him as he
sunk down into his seat. “Your day went that well huh?” She asked as her eyes
shifted to look out his window. “Hey. I think Scott’s trying to wave us down.”
“Go! Just go,” Isaac tried not to shout, but his words came in a panicked rush.
His stomach lurched as she paused to think, wasting precious seconds. When she
put her foot to the pedal he sighed and relaxed again. The car surged forward
and silence hung in the air for a few minutes before they hit a red light.
Cora turned toward him. “He saw me you know, now you made me look like a
bitch.”
“Do you care?” Isaac didn’t bother looking at her, they both knew the answer
was she didn’t care what Scott McCall thought of her.
When the light turned green Isaac watched her drive out of the corner of his
eyes. He focused on the column of her neck, and he could tell by looking how
soft her skin would was. He brought his hand up and ran his fingers over his
own neck. The skin felt rough like sandpaper in comparison. She was wearing one
of Derek’s shirts... Isaac only knew that because he’d been digging through the
laundry basket on the couch before school and Derek had leaned over him and
grabbed that exact same shirt. Isaac’s jaw clenched and his stomach tightened.
“Is that Derek’s shirt?” Isaac tried to breath through the anger that was
creeping up his spine.
“Yeah…,” Cora gave him a side glance as she parked in front of their building.
“I told him I wasn’t going to school because I didn’t have any clean clothes
and he threw me this. What? Have you got his wardrobe memorized?”
“No!” Isaac tried to backpedal as Cora started to laugh. He didn’t want her to
know just how much he had been thinking about Derek this last week. “I
don’t...just if you could summon the fucking strength to put your dirty clothes
in the hamper instead of on the floor, they’d get washed when I do the
laundry!” Isaac slid out of the car, slamming the door behind him. The sky was
grey and it looked like it was going to rain. He didn’t hear Cora’s footsteps
as he stomped into the building and he didn’t care. He closed the gate to the
elevator as fast as he could and jammed his finger onto the button for their
floor. He held his breath as the old elevator lurched upward and then started
to count backward from one hundred. He hadn’t just been tired this week with no
appetite, he’d been angry. A lot.
As the elevator reached the loft the counting had worn the edge off his anger.
What was left of it drained out of him when he caught sight of the couch. Isaac
tried not to think about how he was going to apologize to Scott and Cora as he
shrugged out of his jacket. He really had no idea what had gotten into him. He
kicked off his boots next to the couch and was about to collapse down when he
spotted Derek’s bed. Isaac knew he was the only one home and Derek would
understand? He was just too tired to go all the way upstairs. He buried his
face into Derek’s blankets as he sank down. The smell was comforting, soothing
his raw nerves and calming his thoughts.
~*~
“Allison?” Isaac’s voice rang out through the white haze. It was clinging to
him like a thin film. She wasn’t close enough to hear him calling. He forgot
sometimes that the Argents, with all their proficiency, didn’t have werewolf
hearing. Isaac took a step closer and furrowed his brow as she seemed to drift
away from him. The room was getting brighter and he had to squint to see her.
Isaac raised his hand to block the light, but there wasn’t an apparent source,
instead it seemed to be coming from all around him.
Allison looked toward him suddenly.”Isaac!” His eyes flew open. “Isaac, wake
up.” Allison was kneeling next to him on the bed. His chest was tight with the
anxiety that had been building in his dream. Allison had a huge smile on her
face and that along with Derek’s scent lingering on the sheets helped calm him
down.
“Get up, you’ve probably been asleep all day.” Allison accused.
Isaac rolled onto his back and gave her an unconvincing version of his ‘we’re
not friends’ look before closing his eyes and sighing. “What do you want? I was
at school today.”
“I can’t just drop in and check on my favorite moody werewolf?” She climbed off
the bed and wandered over to the table. “I brought take-out.”
Isaac sat up and looked at her again, the sleepiness fading slowly as his
stomach growled. “Scott sent you didn’t he?” He asked, but he already knew the
answer. “To check up on me.” He arched his eyebrow recalling a similar
conversation that they’d had a few months ago when he’d climbed through her
window. The roles had been reversed then, Scott sending him to check up on
Allison, so Isaac didn’t doubt that Scott would send someone to do his worry
work.
“He may have told me that you dodged him after school,” she answered flipping
through a book Derek had left out, avoiding eye contact. “He had plans with his
mom that he couldn’t reschedule. So maybe he asked me to stop by?”
Isaac sighed again and rolled out of Derek’s bed, his muscles were reluctant,
but he knew that she meant well and he was hungrier than he’d been all week. He
was too hot in his sweater, it was clinging to him and was awkwardly drenched
in sweat. He peeled it off and tossed it on the bed.
Allison was opening the bag of food and pulling out the boxes of Chinese. It
must have started raining because the paper bag was splotched and Allison’s
hair looked damp. When she opened the box the smell of take-out hit him hard
and he made quick work of the distance to the table. They ate for the most part
in silence. The expectation of him explaining his weird behavior hung in the
air between them. He just didn’t know what was going on or what to tell her.
After a few minutes Allison wiped her mouth with her napkin and leveled him
with an intense look. She opened her mouth to say something right as the loft
door slid open. Isaac breathed a sigh of relief. Saved by the figurative bell
two times in one day. Derek’s arrival had just saved him from a very awkward
conversation, but being around Derek was almost worse. Isaac had always been
attracted to the older man, but the thoughts he’d been having about him this
last week were truly shameful. Derek sat some bags down on the table and gave
them both a small smile. “Hello Allison, Isaac.” Derek walked around them
toward his bed.
Isaac felt the anxiety return, Derek was going to know he’d slept there, could
probably already smell him on the blankets, he was going to see his
sweater...oh god.
Allison’s voice cut through his tense thoughts. “Hey, my dad said he saw you
over at the county office. Any news about the house?” She turned and looked
over her shoulder. Isaac’s jaw tensed as Derek stripped off his wet shirt. He
pulled on a dry one and tossed the wet on in the hamper, but it wasn’t quick
enough for Isaac to brush off. Was he trying to show off his body in front of
her? Isaac felt a twinge of anger, the same poison that had been in his system
earlier in the car with Cora. Derek’s hair was still wet from the rain when he
came back to the table, water dripping down his neck onto his fresh shirt.
Isaac’s anger ran out of him in the space of a breath as he fixated on the
small droplets curving down the side of Derek’s neck and soaking into his
cotton shirt. One after another they cut across the hard line of his jaw and
over his pulse point. Isaac was sure he could feel Derek’s heartbeat just
staring at the water trembling on his skin. He didn’t know what propelled him
up from the table to the linen closet, but he came back a moment later with a
dry towel.
Derek had taken a seat, and helped himself to a plate. Isaac only heard the
last part of what he was saying about needing an inspection of the house before
he could fill out the next set of paperwork. Isaac walked up behind him,
curling his fingers into the towel, and then into Derek’s wet hair. He rubbed
it through lightly and then pressed the towel against the back of Derek’s neck.
He felt like he was back in that hazy white room, he wasn’t sure he had
complete control of himself, and Derek’s presence felt like it was clinging to
him. Derek snapped him out of it by closing his hand over the towel.
“Hey, thanks, I’ve got it.” Derek said as he slid the towel out of Isaac’s
hands and rubbed it over his head briskly before hanging it around his neck.
Derek didn’t look mad, but Isaac couldn’t escape the anxiety creeping back in
as he returned to his seat. His thoughts started to clear but his body was
still overheated from the brief physical contact. Allison was giving him an
unreadable expression that made her look like her father. Isaac felt that bone-
weary tired settle over him again and he wasn’t hungry anymore. He was
embarrassed, horny, and a slew of other emotions that he’d rather not
acknowledge. Isaac just wanted to climb upstairs and go back to sleep.
“Thanks for dinner Allison,” Isaac said, about to excuse himself. That was
until he looked at Derek and Derek was looking at Allison and Isaac followed
the line of Derek’s gaze straight to Allison’s mouth. She was smiling at Isaac
and Isaac wanted to wipe that stupid grin off her face. The anger was back, the
tiredness forgotten, and he was out of his seat in a flash. There was a part of
him that was screaming ‘stop’, a part of him that was appalled when his fangs
lengthened and his claws extended. That part wasn’t big enough to keep the
anger at bay, it was a tiny voice awash in a sea of red. Allison’s smile turned
to a frown, lips pressing together and eyebrows creasing in concern as she
watched him shift.
Derek was on his feet a moment later. Isaac knew Derek could feel the shift in
the air, like a crack of thunder, before he even consciously knew what was
happening. As red as Isaac’s vision was the glowing red of Derek’s eyes was
brighter, shining through the haze. Isaac felt Derek growl more than he heard
it. It traveled through his bones in a familiar way meant to douse his fiery
center with fear. This time Derek’s growl was more gasoline than water and in
that moment Isaac did the unthinkable, his eyes met Derek’s and Isaac filled
the space between them with an answering growl.
“Isaac...Derek?” Allison’s voice was stern, but cautious and questioning. It
seemed too far away; a distant concern. Everything in Isaac’s world was the
tense angle of Derek’s shoulders and the hair quickly growing on his jawline.
Isaac’s body mirrored the change as Derek took a step toward him, neck cracking
as he rolled his head and bared his teeth in a much louder growl. A growl that
normally would have sent Isaac fleeing into the fetal position. Instead the
fire inside him was spreading fast, igniting like dry brush under his skin.
Isaac’s anger was only tempered by the sound of the loft door sliding open,
reality flooding his system like a gust of cold air. He felt the shift recede,
but the ache of unresolved tension cramped within his muscles. He yearned for
the release that would have come with a fight. What was going on with him?
“Boys, boys.” Peter’s voice carried ahead of him through the loft. He advanced
toward them slowly, testing the hostilities. “Is this about who gets the last
egg roll?”
Isaac fought back the snarl that always tickled the back of his throat in
Peter’s presence. Isaac left the table without a word. When he got upstairs he
collapsed on the cot Derek had gotten him when he moved back in. The couch had
quickly proven insufficient in terms of privacy and comfort. Isaac sighed and
tried not to let his hearing tune into the conversation that was probably
taking place in the room below. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip feeling
the cracks and rough, dry spots. Allison’s mouth always looked so soft it was
no wonder Derek was staring at it. What did she fucking do? Apply chapstick
every fifteen minutes? Isaac flipped onto his stomach, letting his fingers
trace over the tag in the corner of the cot with the ‘Lumberjack XL’ logo
stitched in dark green. It was oddly soothing and sleep came faster than he
could have hoped.
~*~
When he woke up Isaac could feel Derek’s presence at the foot of the cot. He
listened to the sound of Derek searching his bookshelf for a few minutes with
his eyes closed. He was trying not to freak out about what was coming up, a
confrontation, just another get out. He was feigning sleep and it was a
pretense they were both aware of. Derek could tell the second Isaac was awake.
Isaac searched his brain for a good explanation of what happened last night,
but he just didn’t have one. He had no idea what was going on and it scared
him. It was jealousy like he’d never experienced before, he was jealous of the
girls because Derek saw them. Derek looked at them. How was Isaac supposed to
explain that to Derek. That Isaac had spent the last week wishing he was a
woman so that Derek would spare a glance.
Derek got tired of waiting. “I’m instituting a new pack workout, meet Cora and
I downstairs in fifteen.” Isaac heard a book flipped closed and Derek’s
footsteps on the stairs. He sighed and pulled his duffle out from under the cot
and fished out some clothes without getting up. He scrubbed a hand over his
face. Maybe he was he sick? Could he get sick? Maybe this was all just some
weird Beacon Hills thing, amplifying his unrequited lust. There was no way in
hell Isaac was going to call it love. He didn’t think it was sickness, other
than being exhausted and a slight issue with anger, he didn’t have any
symptoms. Isaac finally forced himself up and to the shower.
He tossed his clothes in the bathroom hamper and climbed into the shower,
letting the jolt of cold water fully wake him up as it got warmer. Derek had
been consuming his thoughts since the night he cornered him in the graveyard,
but the last week had been on another level. It seemed like every time he
looked at Cora, or Allison, hell even Lydia and Mrs. McCall, he started to
compare himself to them. They’d all been there for Isaac at one point or
another, Mrs. McCall had taken him in and taken care of him, and still he’d
almost growled at her in the supermarket on Wednesday when she brushed by Derek
in the produce section. Isaac couldn’t help thinking about what Derek saw when
he looked at them? Was their hair softer than his? Was their skin more
touchable? They had long, delicate fingers and melodic voices. He would never
compare to a woman in Derek’s mind. Isaac didn’t have anything Derek was
looking for. He was hard angles where they were soft curves, he was awkward and
lanky where they were graceful and delicate. They were everything a man could
want and Isaac was an angry boy, with a penchant for being abandoned, and was
probably on the verge of getting himself kicked out again.
The hot water ran down his body, taking none of his worries with it. How was he
going to hold it together through a training session? Something that he and
Derek notoriously didn’t do well together. Not to mention Cora was going to be
there, what if he snapped at her again? Derek had made it clear that she came
first, that she came before Isaac.
He willed the water to feel cleansing; willed it to take all the uncontrollable
anger, jealousy, and anxiety of the last week. He let his hand roam over his
body slowly, testing it, it felt the same. So why did he feel so out of
control? He rolled his head from side to side slowly and worked his shoulders
in small circles. He tried to relax, letting his muscles ease and his breathing
steady. No matter what he did he couldn’t get rid of this tight, gnawing ball
in the pit of his stomach. He sighed and gave up the mental exercise of trying
to calm down and surrendered to the physical one.
He let his hand slide down across his stomach, he knew there was one sure-fire
way to make himself relax. Normally he kept it off limits due to roommates with
better than average hearing, but desperate times (he didn’t want to try ripping
anyone’s throat out during a sparring match) called for desperate measures.
Isaac just sent up a prayer that any noises would be masked by the sound of
running water. Derek came to Isaac’s mind as soon as his hand reached his dick
and it made him want to cry, it was so frustrating not having any control of
his thoughts. He didn’t want to touch himself and think about Derek. When he
thought about Derek he started to hate himself, but he didn’t have the
willpower to push the image of him away. He thought about giving up and getting
out of the shower, but then he’d be training and Cora was going to be training
with them, she was going to be touching Derek, touching Derek’s body. Isaac
wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle that in his current, tightly-wound state.
He let his hand drift down to his cock again and it only took a few strokes and
the image of Derek covered in sweat and breathing heavy to get it achingly hard
and pulsing in his palm. He used his left hand to drag short, blunt nails
across his stomach. His breath hitched as his mind wandered to Derek’s fingers
curling around his cock instead of his own, whispering dirty things into his
ear, telling him to ‘come for me’ in a breathy command. Isaac stifled a groan
as he did as his alpha commanded. The water cleaned up the evidence as Isaac’s
mind slowly recovered. He dragged himself out of the shower vaguely hating
everything in general. He was delusional and Derek wasn’t ever going to be in
the shower with him.
Isaac dried off quickly, probably closer to twenty minutes than fifteen in the
shower, he pulled on some sweats and a tank-top and set his will to the act of
training.
Derek kept his distance, circling the two of them while they sparred. Isaac
enjoyed the adrenaline rush as he dodged another right hook from Cora. He was
feeling the burn in his lungs as they started to circle each other again.
They’d been at it for about an hour and Isaac was thrumming with pleasure at
expending some of his pent up energy.
Until Lydia showed up. She made her entrance with the familiar ‘click’ of heels
and quirked an eyebrow at he and Cora. She scanned the room for Derek and then
walked over to where he was leaning against the wall. Isaac’s senses shifted
from his match with Cora to watching the redhead with intent. His lack of
attention to the match landed him on his ass when Cora swept his feet out from
under him. She started laughing and offered him her hand. “Got you that time
pup,” she chuckled, but Isaac’s eyes were still trained on Lydia and Derek.
Lydia was also laughing about something and Derek’s lips were quirking up at
the sides. Isaac could feel Cora’s eyes on him, measuring, but that wasn’t what
made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Lydia was adjusting her
purse strap and Derek was smiling and the sound of Lydia’s voice made Isaac’s
teeth grind. Isaac wasn’t sure he’d ever gotten to his feet faster. Lydia
leaned into Derek placing her hand on the center of his chest and before he
could register what he was doing Isaac was advancing toward them.
Derek’s head snapped up, eyes meeting Isaac’s. His eyebrows creased in concern
and something inside of Isaac twisted. He stepped closer to them at the same
moment Derek stepped around Lydia and put himself between her and Isaac’s
anger. It wasn’t like the previous night. The anger wasn’t there in Derek’s
eyes, just caution and questioning and it rattled Isaac all the more. Isaac’s
instincts called for caution, screamed at him to be weary, something was off,
but the anger had already saturated his mind.
Derek took another cautious step closer and then Lydia stepped forward in
confusion and put her hand on Derek’s arm. Isaac didn’t even feel the shift,
didn’t see Derek shift. He advanced on Lydia with white-hot intent. If anything
he was too focused on her. He didn’t see Peter come in this time and Peter
catching him off guard was the only reason he was able to take Isaac down.
Isaac growled and lashed out, but Cora and Derek were at his sides in an
instant holding down his arms. This was some kind of trap.
“I told you Derek.” Peter said before shifting his weight over Isaac to keep
him pinned. Peter fished a small glass jar from his pocket. It was like the
kind Isaac had seen at the veterinary clinic. Isaac felt panic rise in his
chest, through the anger, as Peter uncorked the bottle. “Why else would he be
this territorial?” Peter sounded too pleased and for a moment the anger came
flooding back through his system. He bucked and yanked at his arms with a
renewed vigor and almost freed himself. The shock and panic in Peter’s eyes was
extremely satisfying, but Peter dumped some of the pale ash into his hand and
blew it into Isaac’s face with another smirk. Isaac’s last thought before
blacking out was as soon as he woke up he was going to see Peter’s throat
properly slashed again.
~*~
Isaac was groggy, the world didn’t come rushing back to him, more than
anything, reality seemed to pour over him and drip down like sludge. He felt
heavy and lethargic and couldn’t pry his eyes open. He took a few deep breaths
and tried to take a mental inventory of his body. Everything felt right...well
in the right place. Nothing was missing as far as he could tell, although there
was a warm weight pressing against his right side. It felt like he was laying
in a bed, it smelled like Derek’s. He willed himself to remember but all he got
were bits and pieces. Peter on top of him? He felt a shudder run through his
body. Attacking Lydia. There had been some kind of set-up, a trap.
“Isaac?” The warm weight to his right spoke softly. It was Derek. Derek was
pressed along the length of him.
He was in Derek’s bed with Derek. Isaac’s insides twisted and knotted. “Derek?”
Isaac’s voice was scratchy and low and even in this groggy state he felt self-
conscious about it. “What’s going on?”
Isaac felt Derek shift and his body screamed at him that Derek was trying to
leave. Isaac wanted to grab him, pull him back, and confess everything, but
Derek was leaving him and Isaac was frozen.
Derek didn’t leave, Derek turned onto his side and shifted back toward Isaac
slowly, almost delicately for the alpha, and settled closer to Isaac.
“It’s winter Isaac.” Derek said. His voice implied something about the season
that Isaac clearly didn’t have the frame of reference to grasp. Isaac’s tired
brain buzzed trying in vain to figure out a puzzle without all the pieces. He
started to feel mildly frustrated, but Derek’s closeness was keeping him
weighted, keeping him calm. “Winter is a breeding season and it varies for our
kind. Not all breeding behaviors present themselves and sometimes they don’t at
all.”
“Wait.” Isaac interrupted him and tried to sit up, this was going in a horrible
and embarrassing direction that Isaac couldn’t comprehend. He didn’t need Derek
to explain that Isaac wanted to jump his bones, Isaac already knew that. All
too well.
Derek placed a hand on Isaac’s chest and pressed him back down, it wasn’t hard.
Isaac’s body was still weak from that shit Peter gave him. “Just let me explain
Isaac, calm down.”
Derek settled back in against him which felt as good as Isaac had always
imagined. “You’ve been more aggressive lately, we’ve all noticed. Peter
suggested it was because of the season. I wasn’t ready to believe that until I
saw for myself how you were with Allison and Lydia. Cora also mentioned
something to me about you snapping at her in the car.”
Isaac flushed, he was embarrassed about not being able to control himself, but
Derek just gave him a small smile. “It’s okay you know. Well, I guess you
don’t. It’s just your hormones.”
Isaac was positive that the look on Derek’s face was supposed to reassure him.
It had the opposite effect. Isaac felt like running for the hills. He was being
territorial and clingy and totally agro because of his hormones? Like a giant
walking billboard that everyone could read but him with flashing lights and
arrows saying ‘I want to sleep with Derek Hale’. Isaac needed to find a rock to
live under for the rest of his life.
Oh god, Derek. He was laying here waiting for him to wake up for who knows how
long so he could break the news to him that he was oh so sorry about Isaac’s
situation but it’s just something that happens with some werewolves. No big
deal, it will pass, how about you leave until you can control yourself again.
Isaac was sure that he was bright red and he wanted to smack that smile,
whatever it was, off of Derek’s face.
“Okay, so I’ve wanted to kill people for the last week because it’s werewolf
mating season?” Isaac was still confused, and more than a little embarrassed,
but he was getting angry. “Add that to the list of things you left out when you
offered us the bite.”
Derek shifted uncomfortably, smile faltering. Isaac’s attention was brought
back to just how close he and Derek were laying. He wasn’t ready to let go of
his irritation just yet, but… “Actually there’s more to it than that.” Derek
said. Isaac just arched his eyebrow and waited. Derek met his eyes again after
a long moment. Isaac didn’t miss the red tinge on Derek’s cheeks this time.
“It’s more than just mating season. You’re not just hormonal, you’re marking
your territory.” Derek gave him a serious look. “Making sure people stay away
from the alpha, your alpha.”
It was Isaac’s turn to shift uncomfortably. He owed the girls one hell of an
apology, his body had been staking claim to something it had no right to. Not
something...someone, someone who did not return the sentiment. Now Derek was
forced into the awkward position of having to physically babysit Isaac so he
didn’t hurt someone. “I’m sorry Derek.” Isaac mumbled. “This must suck for
you.”
Isaac threw his arm over his face then another thought came to mind. “So Cora
and Peter? It’s only me because we’re not related huh?” Derek didn’t answer
right away and Isaac peeked out at him from under his arm. Derek’s forehead was
creased in thought and Isaac had to resist the urge to reach out and rub his
thumb soothingly over Derek’s gathered brows.
“Isaac.” Derek laid his hand on Isaac’s chest lightly and somehow it still
managed to feel like a hot, lead weight. “I didn’t mean your alpha as in the
alpha of your pack...I meant your alpha as in your mate. You’ve been letting
everyone know to stay away from your mate.” Isaac put his hand slowly over
Derek’s. Isaac’s heart was beating like a hummingbird’s, hard and fast against
his chest. He was Derek’s mate, but he wasn’t a girl or Derek’s type.
“I’m...a a g guy.” Isaac stuttered in a harsh breath.
Derek gave him a small, curious smile. “I kind of already knew that. So am I,
so I know the symptoms.”
Isaac frowned, this was no time for Derek to be joking. He wasn’t any good at
it under normal circumstances. Unless this whole thing was Derek’s idea of a
big, horrible joke...Isaac would kill him. He didn’t want to be the alpha, but
he would do it. Derek’s eyebrow arched at Isaac’s pause and he slid his hand
down Isaac’s stomach.
“Wait.” Isaac grabbed Derek’s hand. “Did I choose this or did you? Are you sure
you don’t want someone more…” Isaac froze, his tongue tying itself in a knot.
How was he supposed to put into words all the insecurities he’d been feeling
over the last week, hell, since Derek had sunken his teen into Isaac’s hip, if
he was going to be honest with himself.
“More what?” Derek asked, voice colored with confusion and a little amusement.
Isaac wasn’t amused. “Softer? Prettier? I don’t know. Someone more feminine?
With pale skin and dark hair?” Isaac knew the last part was mean and regretted
the words once they’d escaped his lips. Derek’s expression darkened for a
moment, memories clouding his eyes. Isaac tried to resist, but his hand
wandered up and his fingers wound into Derek’s hair comfortingly. “Sorry.”
Isaac mumbled.
“It’s okay, it is a legitimate question. The answer is no. I don’t want to
chose someone more feminine.” Derek leaned over him, letting his mouth hover
just above Isaac’s. “I think you’re very pretty and…” When Isaac was
sufficiently distracted by Derek’s mouth, and the hot breath ghosting over his
lips, Derek slid his hand down into Isaac’s sweats. “Softer isn’t always
better, sometimes I prefer hard.”
Isaac’s breath hitched as Derek’s fingers closed around his cock. It was
exceptionally better than it had been in Isaac’s imagination. Derek’s calloused
fingertips, the firm grip of his hand. Isaac’s stomach lurched in a good way,
body writhing. Was this real or just some sick fever dream that his mind had
trapped him in, maybe the result of that powder Peter blew in his face. Derek
shifted over him, settling his weight down on top of Isaac and grinding himself
against Isaac’s hip in rhythm with the slow, torturous pace of his hand. Fuck,
was all Isaac’s mind gave him after that, and the pledge to thoroughly enjoy
this in case it was just a dream. He pulled off Derek’s shirt and tossed it
aside before running his hands over the expanse of Derek’s chest. His skin was
hot to the touch and it made Isaac’s dick twitch in Derek’s hand. Derek smiled
and ducked down, teasing Isaac’s mouth with his. They hadn’t kissed yet, and
Isaac wasn’t sure he’d even be able to handle it. He’d thought about that
mouth, the things it could do, things it had done, so much it was almost
inconceivable that it was within reach, begging Isaac to take it.
“Kiss me,” Derek mouthed against Isaac’s cheek, breath hot and moist. Isaac
turned his head and found that mouth, hot and open, wet and ready for Isaac’s
tongue. Isaac invaded Derek’s mouth, tasting every part of it until he was
dying for more. When Derek started to pull back Isaac pushed up against Derek
aggressively, trying to force Derek onto his back. Derek growled and leaned
back down into the kiss, nipping Isaac’s bottom lip. Isaac let out a breathless
chuckle and let Derek press him back against the mattress. Derek rewarded
Isaac’s submission with a flick of his thumb over the head of Isaac’s dick and
with quicker, harder strokes. Derek was grinding against Isaac’s hip faster and
harder too, like he was trying to fuck him with their pants on. Isaac whimpered
and arched. He wanted to be fucked, he didn’t care if it was just the season.
He wanted Derek inside of him and nothing else in the world mattered in that
moment.
“Fuck me.”
Isaac yanked his shirt over his head and grinned when Derek pulled away to tug
down his sweats. The only barrier left between them was Derek’s jeans which
Isaac attacked with hasty, trembling fingers. Derek covered Isaac’s hands with
his.
“Isaac.” Derek’s voice had a note of worry in it that Isaac didn’t want to
hear. “I know this seems urgent, and god I want you too, but we need to take
this a little slower.” Derek unfastened his jeans and slid out of them before
climbing back over Isaac and settling down against him. “I know you feel
invincible, but even for a werewolf it’s going to be…uncomfortable.”
Isaac didn’t know what to say, he felt the need for Derek through to the core
of his body, but he wasn’t going to convince Derek by acting like an impatient
kid. Instead he nuzzled up into Derek’s neck and nodded against him. “Okay.”
Isaac felt Derek gulp and it made him smile. Derek was nervous about hurting
him, Derek wanted him. He wrapped his legs around Derek’s hips and leaned back
with, what he hoped was, an inviting smile. Derek just groaned and leaned in to
capture Isaac’s mouth in another deep kiss. He groped around for something just
out of Isaac’s sight and when Derek slid his hand back down between them,
gripping Isaac’s dick again, it was slick with lube. He gave it a few strokes
before lining his own dick up against Isaac’s and pumping them together.
Isaac wanted to beg, to plead with Derek that he was ready, and just please. He
stayed quiet though, showing his Alpha what good control he had. Especially
after a week of not doing well in that regard. He couldn’t keep his back from
arching and his mouth from opening when Derek’s fingers trailed down and
pressed into him. Derek was slow and deliberate as he scissored his fingers,
twisting them, pressing further, deeper, until Isaac wasn’t sure he could wait
any longer.
“Derek,” Isaac breathed. He brought his knees up and wrapped his arms around
them, staring at Derek with wide, pleading eyes. “I’m ready.”
Isaac watched as Derek grabbed the lube and made sure everything was nice and
slick before taking a breath to steady himself. He pressed into Isaac slowly,
careful, watching for signs of discomfort. Isaac wasn’t sure what Derek was
expecting, but his body was already on fire and the burn of Derek stretching
him just drove his hips up to meet Derek’s thrust. Isaac dragged his nails over
Derek’s shoulders, and then watched as Derek was the one who lost control. He
buried himself inside Isaac, face pressed down against Isaac’s chest, mouth
open and panting lust against his pale skin. Isaac sunk his fingers into
Derek’s hair and nothing in his life had ever fit as well as their bodies fit
together.
Isaac wasn’t sure how much time passed in the rocking of their hips, and the
press of their mouths together. It didn’t matter once they were laying side by
side, Derek’s arm draped over Isaac’s chest. Derek just smiled over at him and
the look in Derek’s eyes quieted what was left of Isaac’s insecurities.
His hands weren’t too rough, his lips weren’t too chapped, his hair was soft
enough, his voice melodic enough. He wasn’t the wrong fit for Derek, they fit
together perfectly. Being a boy wasn’t going to keep him from being with Derek,
he didn’t have to hate himself or who he was, he didn’t have to envy the girls
for what he wasn’t. Derek wanted him, and was willing to show him how much.
Isaac couldn’t make any promises about being less territorial for the time
being, but at least, with Derek lying next to him, he didn’t feel out of
control.
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