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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Chris_Argent/Isaac_Lahey
  Character:
      Chris_Argent, Isaac_Lahey, Scott_McCall, Stiles_Stilinski, Alan_Deaton
  Additional Tags:
      Sex_Pollen, Catboy_Isaac_Lahey, PWP, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat
  Series:
      Part 5 of Chrisaac_One_Shots
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-07 Words: 1885
****** Alright ******
by goddessofcruelty
Summary
     Chris wakes about six hours after he's stumbled his way to bed, and
     there's a rough tongue sliding across his neck, and for a minute it
     feels so good that he just lets it, even arches into it a little. And
     then his brain kicks in, and he realizes what it must be, and opens
     bleary eyes to see Isaac curled into his side.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
All three witches start chanting in unison, and Stiles screams at Scott and
Isaac. “Now!”
The wolves attack, and Chris starts unloading poisoned crossbow quarrels into
the trio.
The one in front of Scott falls limp, and he severs her throat and then looks
up, as the other two keep chanting. Scott sees Stiles charge out from the
treeline, brandishing that stupid mountain ash baseball bat, and then a wave of
blue-green energy surges from the women.
Five seconds later, it's over, and Isaac has disemboweled one, Stiles bashing
the head of the other to a pulp.
Scott takes a deep breath, retracts his wolf, and sits down on a rock to
mentally recover. But he's not granted that luxury, because Isaac and Stiles
start screaming in unison. Scott and Chris rush over, but they can't see
anything that could be causing the pain, and Scott hauls Stiles into his lap,
trying to take the pain, but it doesn't work. And he's so afraid that he's
losing Stiles, but then it stops, again simultaneously and both boys slump.
Chris settles Isaac on the ground, frowning, and then swearing. “Scott, does
Stiles have...ears?”
Scott blinks. “What, of course he has-” And then he cuts off as he sees
movement in the spiky mess of Stiles dark hair. He brush it back to see what
looks like...cat ears?
-
“I've never seen anything like this before.”
Deaton has Stiles and Isaac sitting next to each other on the exam table, and
they've since grown long tails that are currently wrapping around each other in
anxious motion. Isaac's coloring is a soft golden where Stiles' is jet black.
The vet shakes his head as he lifts Stiles hand, which is slowly fusing into a
paw. “I will look into it. There's nothing I can do for now. Best take them
home and make them comfortable.”
Stiles starts to say something, but all that comes out is a mewl. He blinks and
then looks at Isaac, who makes the same attempt, with the same results, though
his meow is slightly higher-pitched.
-
They seem to level out within the next hour, or at least there aren't any other
obvious changes, and Scott reluctantly takes Stiles home to his dad, while
Chris and Isaac head home.
Chris opens the door and follows Isaac in, idly watching the golden tail
swaying as he stalks into his room. The older man grabs himself a sandwich, but
when he pokes his head into Isaac's room, the boy is curled up on top of his
sheets, seemingly asleep.
After he's snacked, Chris takes a shower and then throws on a pair of pajama
pants and settles in front of the TV, puts something random on, and pulls out
the whiskey. Seeing Isaac like that, limp on the ground, had reminded him of
all the others he had lost, and Chris intended to drink until he couldn't see
their faces anymore.
-
Chris wakes about six hours after he's stumbled his way to bed, and there's a
rough tongue sliding across his neck, and for a minute it feels so good that he
just lets it, even arches into it a little, and then his brain kicks in and he
realizes what it must be, and opens bleary eyes to see Isaac curled into his
side.
“Isaac,” he says softly, questioning, and big blue eyes look up at him,
glimmering with something Chris can't identify.
The boy holds up useless paws as he makes soft kitten noises, and swipes them
across his clothing. “Oh, fuck, yeah, okay,” Chris mumbles in a sleep-rough
voice, and sits up, swinging his feet over the side.
Isaac comes to stand in front of him, and Chris tugs the boy's shirt off,
rising to pull it over Isaac's head, and without thinking, he reaches out and
runs a thumb across the side of Isaac's cat ears. The boy goes stiff, and Chris
shakes his head.
“Sorry, Isaac,” he rumbles softly, but the golden curls shake slightly and then
push into the waiting hand. “Oh, it was okay, alright, whatever you need, kid.”
He scratches softly at Isaac's ears until he pulls back a bit and tugs at the
waistband of his jeans with his paws.
“Alright, alright.” Chris unbuttons Isaac, slides down the zip, and then
carefully pulls the tail through the slot they'd cut for it, before letting the
denim pool on the floor. Now all Isaac's got on is a pair of boxers, cut to let
his tail through, and he seems content enough, climbing up on the bed and
curling up.
Chris shrugs, more than a little drunk still and climbs in with him.
Isaac settles a paw on Chris' chest, claws poking into his skin just a tiny bit
as Isaac kneads, and Chris turns his face to see glowing golden eyes.
“Isaac, you okay?”
Instead of answering, Isaac shifts to kneel right beside Chris, and the human
tilts his head. “You need something, kid?”
Isaac nods.
“Okay, whatever it is, anything you need.”
Isaac purrs softly and leans down over Chris, and the human is still fuzzy
enough that he doesn't understand what's happening until that little cat tongue
is sliding across his neck again and Isaac's straddling him, the hard length of
his cock rubbing along Chris' thigh.
“Isaac,” he mumbles, trying to get up, but he's easily held down by Isaac's
superior strength. The golden eyes flash as he snarls down at Chris and then
resumes licking the human's skin.
It feels really nice, and Chris is floating a bit. That is, until the tongue
swipes across a nipple and it sends shocks through the older man. His eyes fly
open and he inadvertently rolls his hips upward. Isaac seems to appreciate
this, and spends an extensive amount of time teasing at them, and Chris can't
help burying a hand in Isaac's hair, running a thumb along the sensitive ear,
which causes a shudder to run through the boy.
Isaac pushes his head into Chris hand's, making those soft mewling noises, and
his claws knead more roughly, claws piercing the skin of Chris' abdomen, which
causes him to hiss in pain. Isaac twitches away once he realizes what he's
done, and Chris sits up.
“Shh, it's okay, I'm fine.”
He reaches out and tugs Isaac to him, stroking a hand along the boy's back,
which incites another round of purring, and Isaac pressing himself against
Chris' leg once again. Chris absently slides down as Isaac starts making those
noises again, and gently strokes along the long tail.
He does that a few times until Isaac shifts, and then his hand inadvertently
slides lower, along the curve of Isaac's ass. Chris jerks it back but not
before he feels a wetness, and he's confused until Isaac moves so that he's
pressing himself into the large hand once more.
“You need these off, kid?”
Isaac mewls again, lower and more plaintively, and Chris sighs and kneels up,
maneuvering the underwear off, and he's pretty certain that this is not alright
but he's way too drunk to care right now.
Isaac presses into him, slots his dick into the curve of Chris' hip, and the
older man reaches to grip the plump cheek behind, feeling that same wetness,
and following it to its source, questing finger easily sliding into a well-
slicked passage, and Isaac makes a desperate noise and ruts up against Chris
harder.
And that's when it clicks for Chris, slots into place, and he adds two more
fingers, curling them into the heat of the boy.
“You're in heat, Isaac,” he murmurs against the boy's ear, hushing him when he
starts to whimper. “Shh, it's alright, I'll take care of you.”
And he does, fucks Isaac with his fingers as the boy shamelessly rubs himself
against Chris, who reaches a hand up and strokes the cat ears.
“C'mon, kitten,” he mumbles, “Come for me.”
And Isaac does, hole clenching around the invading fingers as he coats Chris'
stomach with his seed, but it's not enough, and Isaac making even more
distressed noises now, and he's crying, crystal tears glimmering on soft, pale
cheeks.
“I have to fuck you Isaac,” he ventures after a minute, and the boy tugs away,
and Chris thinks for one second that he's scared the kid, but then Isaac folds
himself in half, curls paws under his chin and arches his back, present himself
to Chris, tail lifting up to curl to the side, exposing his puffy pink hole,
and Chris' cock jumps in his pajamas.
“Jesus Christ,” he swears, “look at you, little cat in heat.”
He steps off the bed only for a second to remove his pants and then he crawls
onto the bed, hands sliding all over the boy, stroking the cat ears once more,
trailing along the curved spine, and then gliding along the soft tail before he
dips three fingers into Isaac once more.
He makes a desperate meow, and Chris can hear the claws shredding the
comforter.
“You're so fucking desperate for it, for me.” Chris shifts, takes his dick in
hand and slides the blunt head along the rim of Isaac's hole, slapping the
kid's ass as he tries to push back onto it.
“Oh no, not until I'm ready.” Isaac whines but buries his face in his paws and
holds his trembling form still.
Chris lets his cock catch on the rim a few more times before he pushes himself
into Isaac, one slow inch at a time, and he's talking the whole time, filth
pouring from his lips as he sinks fully home, and has to take a minute to
gather his control.
Isaac is keening, his tail curling to wrap around Chris' waist, as he pushes
back.
“Hold still, kitten,” Chris mutters as he leans forward, and starts rolling his
hips, nice and slow like he likes it, building gradually up to orgasm.
His hands slide around the boy, thumbs grazing along both nipples
simultaneously, which causes Isaac to make a squeaking noise and clench tightly
around Chris.
With a dark chuckle, he leans forward. “Mm, you like that don't you.”
Isaac can't answer, can't do anything but take it as Chris starts pounding into
him, clever fingers never leaving his nipples alone for a second, rolling and
tugging, pinching and pulling.
And then when Chris sinks his teeth into the crook of Isaac's neck, it's all
too much and he convulses beneath Chris, shooting onto the comforter.
The feel of being inside Isaac as he finds his release is enough to send Chris
over the edge, and he makes a strangled shout as he thrusts one last time and
holds, pulsing inside, filling Isaac with his come.
Instead of pulling away, he stays inside Isaac, tugs the boy into his arms and
wraps around him, clinging tightly as Isaac nuzzles his arm.
After a second, Isaac moves, and they both gasp as Chris slides free, and Isaac
turns in the older man's arms.
“Chris,” he whispers softly, and the whiskey has worn off enough by this time
that Chris is fully aware of what he's done. He waits for recriminations that
never come, instead, Isaac dips in, presses soft kisses against the older man's
lips. “Thank you,” he murmurs.
 
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