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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Isaac_Lahey, Scott_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Episode:_s03e04_Unleashed, First_Time, Rough_Sex, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort,
      Unsafe_Sex, Animalistic, One_Shot, Explicit_Sexual_Content
  Series:
      Part 1 of Hymn_For_The_Cursed
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-25 Words: 1802
****** As You Go ******
by lyo24boi
Summary
     Scott has just taken Isaac in after Derek's tantrum in 3x04. Isaac's
     not doing well and Scott's worried about his 'friend.'
Notes
See the end of the work for notes

Scott found Isaac Lahey in the fetal position against the room-side wall of his
bathroom. Isaac had shown up at Scott's house completely drenched and obviously
something was wrong. The request to stay the night. The somber, almost
disconnected mood. Isaac wouldn't and didn't say what had happened and Scott
refused to push too hard. Isaac clearly needed time to cope and process
whatever happened and Scott was going to give him that time.
Immediately welcoming Isaac into his home, Scott convinced Isaac to take a hot
shower. That was 40 minutes ago. "Isaac," Scott had said, knocking lightly on
the white door, "is everything alright?" No sounds came—not even the sound of
dripping water—only Isaac's steady heartbeat when Scott upped his hearing.
Taking a chance, Scott slowly opened the door to a crack and noticed Isaac on
the floor right next to the door. Scott opened it wider and found the boy with
his arms around his tucked-in knees, his chin resting atop his knee caps.
Scott sat down against the sliver of wall between the door frame and Isaac,
draping an arm over Isaac's hunched shoulders. He pulled the taller boy close
to him and turned his gaze to the cabinet in front of them. "Do you wanna'
talk?"
"Not really," Isaac replied.
"Are you hurt?" Scott asked, noting the sensation of wet appearing on his side.
"No."
"Do you wanna' go to bed?"
"I s'pose."
Scott squeezed Isaac's shoulder before standing up. "Clothes in your bag?"
Isaac only nodded, never taking his eyes off the point he'd been staring at
since at least Scott's entry into the bathroom.
Scott left the room and began to dig through the still-damp duffle. Towards the
middle he found a clean shirt, athletic shorts, and boxer-briefs which he
pulled out immediately. He walked back into the bathroom and found Isaac having
not moved at all in any way. "Will these—?"
"I can't feel anything," Isaac simply stated.
Scott knelt down, looking at Isaac's lost eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I should feel betrayed. I should be angry. Raging even. But I don't feel a
damn thing," Isaac finished, his gaze shifting to Scott's face and that sly
smirk pulling at his lips—the one from his days as Derek's unquestioning
stooge. He let out a small laugh of disbelief at his own words.
"C'mon," Scott said, standing up and holding out his hand to pull him up.
Isaac gazed at the down-stretched arm for a moment before taking it and rising
to his feet. He stood there, naked before Scott, too imprisoned in his head to
notice.
"Here," Scott said, handing the bunched clothes in his other hand to Isaac. He
tried to give Isaac a reassuring smile before walking out of the bathroom. He
proceeded to turn out the excess lights in his room and cleaned off his bed
from his lacrosse gear. He pulled his shirt off and stripped his jeans after
closing his bedroom door. Isaac finally emerged and turned off the final light
in the room: the lights over the mirror in the bathroom. "Is this alright? It's
big enough for two people so I figured…"
Isaac said nothing. He only looked at Scott before glancing at the bed and
climbing onto it, occupying the space towards the outer corner of the room.
Scott followed, laying on the side close to the bathroom. They lay there in
silence for several minutes, both listening to the few and subtle sounds in the
room.
"I still can't feel anything," Isaac finally said, his back to Scott.
"Stop thinking about it," Scott said, his chest to the ceiling.
"I'm numb. I was tingly in the shower. But now it's just numb." Isaac had that
same tone of disbelief from earlier, the one with a hint of amusement at
reality.
"Try and sleep," Scott pushed, his eyes still closed.
Another couple minutes passed by before Scott smelled blood. "Isaac, what're
you doing?"
The dirty-blonde said nothing.
Scott sat up and grabbed the taller boy's top-side wrist. Connected to the
wrist was Isaac's left hand, whose fingers were covered in blood from base to
claw. "Isaac, talk to m—"
"I told you," Isaac said sternly, the amusement gone, "I don't want to talk
about it."
"What can I do then?"
Isaac leaned back to look into Scott's eyes. "There's nothing you can do."
"'Cuz you won't let me in."
"It's fine," Isaac said, turning back to his previous position. "I'll get over
it." He was back to the tone when he'd first arrived. The one where he was
Scott's friend. Where he wasn't completely locked inside.
Scott laid back on his back, huffing. "You know I'm your friend right?"
Silence.
"That I'm here for you?"
Silence.
Frustrated, Scott quickly sat up and pulled Isaac onto his back. They only
looked into each other's eyes, Isaac's face ruffled in confusion. They stayed
that way for a moment before Isaac looked down at Scott's lips.
And that's all it took. Without missing a beat, Scott rolled on top of Isaac,
his arms bent to sturdy himself as he crushed his lips against Isaac's. It
wasn't until a few seconds in until Isaac fully comprehended and reacted to
what was happening. But when he finally lurched from his shock, he closed his
eyes and moved his lips to meet Scott's own rough movements. Tongues slid
together. Teeth clashed. Lips got stuck between teeth and lip.
Isaac's hands wandered over Scott's muscle-firm body, one pressing around
Scott's upper back, the other feeding through Scott's hair. Scott continued to
ravish Isaac's lips, his bare chest rubbing against Isaac's rising shirt, his
crotch grinding into Isaac's increasingly hard erection.
"Scott," Isaac panted, a hand on the front of the shorter boy's shoulder, "w-
what're we…doing…?" Scott's eyes flashed yellow and Isaac pulled him back down,
their lips meeting with an even harsher impact. But Scott didn't stay on
Isaac's lips. He moved quickly down Isaac's jaw to the side of the blonde's
neck, biting, licking, and kissing the tender flesh. Isaac only bucked and
writhed, a hand quickly traveling down to Scott's lower back.
Scott pushed his hips harder into Isaac's, his own bulge stirring up heat
between them. Isaac began to bite at Scott's ear, his tongue gliding along the
outer rim of it. Scott only moaned, undeterred to stop what he was doing.
"God…Scott…" Isaac panted into Scott's ear as the frot sent a special wave
through Isaac's body. Scott felt the blonde's claws slide out as they dragged
under the waistband above Scott's ass. Isaac pulled Scott even more against
him, desperate to make the friction even greater.
Scott pulled back and Isaac saw he was fully wolfed-out. They made quick work
of Isaac's shirt and Isaac did his best to remove his shorts while Scott's
fangs attacked the other side of his neck. As they pierced his flesh, Isaac let
out a mixed noise: part moan, part whimper, part howl. He could feel his feral
side letting loose and before he knew it he was rolling them over, his own
wolfish features taking form.
Scott's black boxer-briefs joined those clothes discarded to the floor, quickly
followed by Isaac's. Isaac ground his naked form into Scott's as he attacked
Scott's lips with his own. Scott wrapped his arms around Isaac's middle and his
legs around the blonde's waist. Too far submerged, Isaac ground even harder
before his dick slipped positions from frotting to stabbing at Scott's hole.
Scott released Isaac's mouth and unleashed it upon his own neck as he tried to
hurry: Isaac was about to enter him. Scott licked and spat into his hand before
reaching and coating Isaac's thrusting dick. As he released, Isaac thrust just
downward and Scott felt Isaac deep within him. Isaac immediately bit down on
Scott's neck and Scott's eyes shot open. He gripped hard around Isaac's torso
as the taller boy began to resume his movements, this time moving deep inside
Scott.
Isaac released his hold on Scott's neck and looked up, his gaze out at the rain
cloud-masked moon. Scott took the opportunity to snake in a hand and grasp his
own member, the other hand moving to rub along Isaac's well-defined upper
torso. Scott closed his eyes and did his best to focus on the slowly emerging
pleasure. "…fuck…" Scott breathed hard as Isaac's pistoning began to strike an
extremely sensitive spot.
Scott began to buck into Isaac, using his legs to pull into the boy. Isaac's
yellow eyes looked down into Scott's face in ecstasy. He felt Scott's arms
tighten and then felt the shorter boy's ass tighten. He looked down and watched
as Scott came, pushing into Isaac's thrusts all the while. The fanged lips made
an 'o' as Scott came, his breathing ragged and heavy.
The tightening around his dick caused Isaac to feel a smack of pleasure, which
coursed through his body. His pistoning slowed but his thrusts became harder
and more erratic. Within seconds he was biting back into Scott's neck, growling
as he came deep within the boy beneath him.
"I'm sorry…I didn't mean to—" Isaac began after releasing Scott's neck, both of
their transformations gone.
Scott only pulled Isaac's head to rest against the former's shoulder. "It's
okay. I wanted you to."
"But there's blood all over and…god, are you alright?"
"Isaac…calm down." Scott placed a small kiss at the base of Isaac's ear, both
of his hands entwined into the boy's curls.
"Why did you…" Isaac began, drugged by the intoxicating smell coming off of
Scott's body.
"I was losing you," Scott said. "You couldn't feel anything anymore and I
needed you to feel. I needed you to see that I'm here. For you. Wanting you."
Isaac pulled back, Scott's hands falling to the boy's now unscathed, unmarked
shoulders. "Plus," Scott said, a smirk appearing, "I figured the transformation
would trigger something in you. Guess I was right."
Isaac smirked back and shook his head before rolling onto his feet. "You're
somethin', Scott," Isaac said as he walked into the bathroom. He retrieved the
wet towel from his shower earlier and returned to wipe Scott's chest down.
"You're a mess," Isaac noted, looking up and down Scott's naked form,
illuminated only by the bathroom light.
"You're hot," Scott blurted out, both boy's cheeks immediately reddening.
"Uhhhh."
Isaac laughed a little and shut the light off. He folded the towel and slipped
it under Scott's bum, just in case part of Isaac starts to leak out of the boy.
Isaac returned to his spot and laid back on his side; Scott immediately moved
up against him, wrapping his arm around Isaac. They said nothing more and they
needn't. Not until morning at any rate.
End Notes
     This 1Shot is titled and inspired after Red's 'As You Go' on their
     'Release The Panic' album should anyone care to know. Obviously this
     isn't a songfic, which I'm no fan of by any means, but I thought I
     should mention this song sort of set the mood and tone for me when I
     wrote it. (originally published July 5, 2013)
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