
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/935681.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Ethan/Aiden/Isaac_Lahey
  Character:
      Ethan_(Teen_Wolf), Aiden_(Teen_Wolf), Isaac_Lahey
  Additional Tags:
      Victim_Blaming, Past_Abuse, Self-Loathing, Generally_unhealthy_attitudes,
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Humiliation, Outdoor_Sex
  Series:
      Part 1 of You'll_Crash_Standing
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-21 Words: 3500
****** You Land Badly ******
by BrighteyedJill
Summary
     A hysterical gurgle of laughter escapes Isaac’s control, because that
     sounds like a joke Stiles would make. Only Isaac will not think of
     Stiles, or Scott, or the pack, or any of his friends, because nothing
     good deserves to brush up against this moment and get stained by it.
Notes
     An alternate scene for 3x04, Unleashed. Title from Dessa’s The_Crow
“Come on, fight.”
Isaac’s trying. His face is pressed into the dry leaves, and his running shoes
are scrabbling against the dirt, but Ethan and Aiden aren’t even struggling to
hold him. He yells into the ground at the sound of their laughter.
“Come on, Isaac, isn’t this what you wanted? The chance to take us on all by
yourself?” Aiden asks. “At least give it some effort.”
Panic fuels Isaac’s struggle then, because yeah, he hadn’t really thought past
rage and instincts enough to figure out what he’d do if he actually caught the
twins. He bucks up against their grip, but Aiden pushes him down easily, like
he’s holding onto a squirming puppy.
There’s a scream from over the hill, back where they’d dragged Isaac off the
trail. Ethan stands up to listen. Writhing in the dirt, Isaac can’t hear much,
but Ethan’s superior senses catch the gist easily enough. “They found another
body. Should we--?”
“No.” Aiden presses his hand against Isaac’s shoulders, shoving him further
into the ground. “That’s perfect. Let McCall do his detective thing. We can get
the details later.” He turns back to Isaac with a grin. “Guess it’s just the
three of us, then.”
A chill shoots through Isaac’s hot rage. Scott isn’t coming for him.
“There’s the fear,” Aiden crows. “Smells good. Go on, man. You can keep
fighting if it makes you feel better.”
Isaac digs his claws into the loose dirt and makes himself stop struggling.
“Hear his heart racing like a scared little rabbit?” Aiden leans in and sniffs
Isaac’s neck. “Like prey.”
“Fuck. You.” Isaac slams his head back hard, and is rewarded with the crack of
breaking bone.
Aiden yelps and pulls away, holding his nose. There’s a tang of blood in the
air.
Ethan pulls Isaac up on his knees, pinning his arms behind his back and
dragging him against his chest. “You really shouldn’t have done that,” Ethan
whispers in his ear.
Aiden stomps to his feet. His eyes flash red to match the smear of blood on his
face. “You know, when Deucalion asked us to send a message, I thought it might
be boring. You weren’t much of a challenge before. But I think I might actually
enjoy this.”
Isaac braces himself for pain. Pain he’s known for a long time, and he’s
learned how to embrace it. If they wanted to kill him, they probably wouldn’t
still be talking. He squeezes his eyes shut against the bright sun and waits
for the smash of a fist or the rake of claws.
Instead, Ethan transfers his grip on Isaac’s wrists to one hand—Ethan can hold
him with one hand, Jesus, coming after these two was stupid stupid stupid—and
traces one sharp claw down Isaac’s chest, snagging on fabric as he goes, but
not rending and tearing flesh, not yet. When the touch slides down under
Isaac’s waistband, his eyes snap open.
“Don’t—“ he starts, but Aiden springs forward, wraps his hand around Isaac’s
throat, and squeezes.
“Open your mouth,” Aiden says.
Ethan’s hand snakes its way into Isaac’s boxers, and suddenly werewolf-warm
fingers are wrapping around his soft cock. Isaac freezes in their grip. His
heartbeat is too loud in his ears, fast like he’s running for his life, but he
can’t run. He wants to say something clever and defiant, or throw them off with
a roar, but the fear holds him in its grip like a toy it can pose however it
wants, and he just stays where he is, shivering.
“Open your mouth,” Aiden says again. “And before you think about biting, just
remember that certain parts of your own anatomy are at stake here. Understand?”
Ethan’s hand tightens on Isaac’s cock, just the wrong side of painful, and
Isaac manages a quick, jerky nod.
Aiden’s hand moves from Isaac’s throat to brush against his mouth. He pushes a
thumb in past Isaac’s lips. “Suck.”
Isaac looks up at Aiden towering over him, outlined in hazy morning sunshine.
It’s not fair; Isaac’s not supposed to be powerless, not since he’s been
turned. He’s supposed to be able to fight. The fear isn’t supposed to have
power over him anymore. He shakes his head.
Ethan’s fingers slide against Isaac’s cock until his blunt fingernails press
unpleasantly into sensitive flesh. “Do what he says. Don’t make this harder on
yourself than it has to be.”
That’s what Isaac’s dad had told him once, the time Isaac had run to his room
and locked the door when he’d been told to go to the basement. In the end, he’d
only made things worse for himself.
Isaac closes his eyes and sucks on the digit in his mouth. It tastes like dirt
and salt, and just a bit like blood.
“Good. That’s good,” Ethan whispers. He loosens his grip to non-painful levels
and begins to slide his hand down the length of Isaac’s dick.
Isaac’s hips buck up of their own accord, and he tries to pull away, but his
wrists are still trapped.
“Calm down, man.” Aiden presses his thumb further into Isaac’s mouth. “If you
behave yourself, Ethan will be nice to you.”
“I can be nice, you know.” Ethan rubs his thumb over the head of Isaac’s cock,
teasing at the slit.
Isaac’s body tries to go slack and tighten up at the same time, and he sucks in
a deep breath through his nose, because no one touches him like this. No one
touches him at all, unless they’re attacking him, or mock-attacking him for
training, or running into him on the lacrosse field, or—very rarely—shoving him
out of harm’s way. And definitely having someone else’s hand on his cock is
new. His body is certainly not objecting to the relentless stimulation Ethan’s
providing.
The thumb Isaac’s been unconsciously sucking slides out of his mouth, leaving
it free for an embarrassing groan when Ethan delves further down to cup his
impossibly warm hand around Isaac’s balls. Isaac is completely hard now, his
cock straining against the loose confines of his boxers and track pants.
“That quieted you right down, didn’t it.” Aiden takes a step closer. His shorts
have been shoved down, and his cock is right there, angry red and jutting
stiffly out from his body, close enough for Isaac to feel the heat radiating
from it. “Open up for me.”
“Fuck off,” Isaac rasps.
Aiden draws his hand back, and his claws glint in the sunlight for an instant
before they rake across Isaac’s face, leaving three shallow slashes on his
cheek.
When the rush of healing hits, Ethan’s hand moves again, stroking Isaac firmly.
Isaac’s never felt like this when he’s healed before; even the slower healing
from an Alpha’s attack sends sparks of sensation skittering through his blood.
His cock throbs in time with his pulse, and though Isaac tries to hold on to
the sharp lines of pain, they fade quickly beneath the mounting waves of
pleasure.
Isaac’s mouth falls open on a gasp. Aiden takes immediate advantage, sliding
his cock past Isaac’s slack lips. He tangles his fingers in Isaac’s curls to
hold him still. “Now, since Ethan’s being so nice to you, I know you want to
return the favor.”
Isaac grunts around Aiden’s cock, but it’s hard to concentrate when Ethan keeps
stroking him with just the right amount of pressure. Aiden uses his grip on
Isaac’s hair to pull Isaac’s mouth up and down his hard cock. Isaac can taste a
salty trickle in the back of his throat, smell sweat and Alpha pheromones on
Aiden’s skin.
“You look fantastic like this,” Aiden says. “Does Derek put you on your knees a
lot? I bet he does. This is what he keeps you around for, isn’t it. He doesn’t
have any other live-in betas, right. It must be so convenient to have you
around to keep his cock warm. Does he share? Is that why McCall’s so willing to
help the Hale pack? Does he get a turn at this mouth?”
Isaac wrenches his head back, out of Aiden’s grip. “Shut up about them. Derek
and Scott aren’t like that. Just because you don’t know what it’s like to have
a pack that actually cares about you doesn’t mean—“
“Shut up!” Aiden shoves his thumb against the side of Isaac’s jaw, forcing his
mouth open. He shoves in hard, stretching Isaac’s lips impossibly wide and
cutting off his air. He fists a hand in Isaac’s hair to pull him closer,
gagging him. “If your pack cares about you so damn much, why are you out here
alone?”
Tears squeeze out of the corners of Isaac’s eyes. It’s only his body’s reaction
to the choking, he knows that, but he hates them anyway, for the way Aiden
smirks.
“That’s what I thought.”
And Isaac wants to protest, because Derek saved him, keeps saving him, and
Scott tells him when he’s doing something unforgivably dumb. Scott had tried to
stop him coming after the twins, after all. It’s his own stupid fault for not
listening. But Isaac can’t say that, because he can’t breathe. In fact, his
vision’s starting to go dark around the edges.
“Aiden,” Ethan says from somewhere near Isaac’s ear. “Quit it.”
Aiden lets go and steps back, leaving Isaac to pitch forward. His hands are
miraculously free to catch himself, so he ends up on his hands and knees,
gulping in air.
“Hey, don’t get carried away, alright?”
Isaac can barely hear Ethan’s words over the relieved pounding of blood in his
ears.
“We’re not actually supposed to kill him.”
“Get on with it, then,” Aiden snaps.
“Fine.”
Isaac hears his clothes parting easily under sharp claws, and shivers in the
cold morning air as he’s stripped. He has to swallow twice before he can force
words out. “Don’t,” he rasps.
“Just relax.” Ethan pulls Isaac back toward him on his knees while Aiden
circles his hands around Isaac’s wrists and holds them down. Isaac’s knees are
shoved apart, and then he feels something cold and wet prod at the opening to
his body.
“No!” Isaac tries to pull away, but Aiden easily pins his shoulders down.
“You tried this before,” Aiden reminds him. “You know you can’t fight us. So
settle down.”
“It’s really better if you relax,” Ethan says. His finger presses forward
steadily, breaching the firm ring of muscle despite Isaac’s tenseness. “Jesus,
you’re tight. Relax.” Ethan’s other hand finds Isaac’s flagging erection and
begins to stroke it back to hardness.
Isaac presses his face into the dirt, hoping the clean smell of earth will
block out the heavy scent of sex that’s closed around him like a cage. He
doesn’t want to know what they’re doing to him: doesn’t want to hear the wet
smack of lube, feel the twist of Ethan’s blunt finger inside him, smell the
sharp tang of his own arousal. But he can’t block out his werewolf senses. He’d
asked for them, asked to be a part of all this, begged in fact, as soon as
Derek offered. He has only himself to blame.
Ethan’s finger curves inside him, and suddenly Isaac jolts and shakes in
Aiden’s grip, because he’s never felt a sharp, pure pleasure like that.
“Do it again,” Aiden urges.
When Ethan slides his fingers against the same spot and presses hard, Isaac’s
cock twitches helplessly and his hips stutter forward.
“You like that?” Ethan asks, but Isaac’s busy gulping in air, and he’s
forgotten how to make words.
A second lubed finger joins the first, and Ethan makes sure to brush them
against just the right place as he screws them in and out. His other hand
loosely circles Isaac’s straining erection, providing far too little friction
for any satisfaction. Isaac has become a shuddery, incoherent mess, trying to
remember to breathe, and to keep from babbling the avalanche of “please” that
threatens to tumble out of him.
“Yeah, he loves this,” Aiden says. “Hey Isaac, if your pack isn’t getting this
seven days a week and twice on Sundays, then they’re really wasting your
talents.”
Isaac tries to say something like, “screw you,” but it comes out more of a
blurred moan.
“Tell the truth.” Aiden leans in close. “You want Ethan to fuck you, don’t
you?”
Isaac shakes his head against the ground.
“Are you sure?”
Another finger slips into Isaac, stretching him unbearably, but Ethan goes
slowly, so slowly. He pets a hand down Isaac’s naked flank and shushes him.
Isaac sobs a “stop” into the dry leaves.
“You don’t wanna hurt his feelings, do you?” Aiden asks. “I mean, he’s being so
nice to you. And honestly, you’re giving off all these signals. Naked, on your
knees, presenting yourself. It’s enough to drive any Alpha crazy. And the way
you smell—I bet every werewolf within a hundred miles can smell how bad you
want it. Even your pack, wherever they’ve run off to.”
Ethan’s fingers spread and rotate. They’re hot inside Isaac, even covered in
lube. He can’t imagine how hot it would feel when—
“I can’t,” Isaac chokes out. “Please, I can’t.”
“Well, I suppose there’s another option.” Aiden ruffles Isaac’s hair, and Isaac
looks up to see a smug kind of smirk.
“What?”
“We could do it together. You’ve seen what it’s like when we combine. Do you
want that instead?”
Isaac remembers the sight of the giant Alpha charging toward him in the dark.
He remembers the certain terror of knowing the thing was going to rip him
apart. Having that monster pawing him, invading him…
Ethan’s fingers rub over that sensitive spot again, knocking a whimper out of
Isaac.
“Is that a yes?” Aiden asks. “Maybe you’re into that. Does Derek take you that
way, in his Alpha form? You like it when he claims you?”
“Stop.” It comes out too breathy, because Ethan’s added a fourth finger,
stretching him wide open.
Aiden leans down to whisper in Isaac’s ear. “In Alpha form, we’d plow you open
so hard you’d taste us. We’d wreck you, Isaac. Sure, you’d heal. Slowly, maybe,
but you’d heal. But you’d be ruined for anyone else after that. Probably even a
true Alpha wouldn’t be enough for you.”
“Shut up about that,” Ethan hisses. He stills his fingers, not pushing, just
holding Isaac spread open. “I’m ready.”
“Fine. Isaac, which option do you want?”
Isaac wants to be somewhere else. Anywhere else. Or send his mind away, like he
used to sometimes when he was getting hit. Just wish himself away. But the grip
on his wrists and the fingers inside him keep him anchored, won’t let him
forget where he is. He clenches his teeth. “Ethan,” he grits out.
“Sorry, what was that?” Aiden asks, as if his werewolf hearing could have
missed the word.
“I want Ethan to do it.”
“Do what?”
“Fuck me.”
Aiden sits back on his heels, grinning stupidly. “Well, you’d better ask him.”
Isaac lets his head rest on the ground for a moment, because he really doesn’t
want this to be happening. But he’s already stepped onto this path, and he just
wants to get to the end of it. “Ethan, will you fuck me?”
“Manners, Isaac. What, were you raised by wolves?”
A hysterical gurgle of laughter escapes Isaac’s control, because that sounds
like a joke Stiles would make. Only Isaac will not think of Stiles, or Scott,
or the pack, or any of his friends, because nothing good deserves to brush up
against this moment and get stained by it.
“Ethan,” he says. “Will you please fuck me?”
“Okay, sure,” Ethan says, like he’s happy to do Isaac a favor. He gives his
fingers one more little twist before pulling him out, leaving Isaac feeling
gapingly empty. “Come on, kneel.” Ethan wraps an arm around Isaac’s chest and
pulls him back into his lap. “Good. That’s good. Now up.”
A hand on Isaac’s waist propels him up, and then pulls him back. He feels the
slick bluntness of Ethan’s cock against his ass for a moment before he sinks
down onto it. It slides in so easily he could cry. After being so thoroughly
broken open on Ethan’s fingers, it doesn’t even hurt.
Isaac’s hands scrabble against his bare thighs, reaching for that spark of pain
he can hold onto, that he knows how to handle. Instead, it just jars him back
onto Ethan, which sends another bolt of pleasure howling through him. When
Ethan curls a slick hand around Isaac’s cock and begins to stroke, he slumps
back against Ethan’s chest helplessly.
Aiden pushes to his feet, blocking out the sun. Isaac squeezes his eyes shut,
but he can hear the sound of Aiden’s hand moving on flesh. “Damn, that is a
good look for you. Open your mouth.”
Isaac does, because he’s past arguing. Past anything, really. He still manages
to feel faint surprise, though, when warm, wet stripes of come spatter against
his face, covering his eyes, catching in his hair, and landing bitter on his
tongue.
Somewhere above him, Aiden groans. “Gorgeous.”
“Hey, come on,” Ethan urges. His hands wrap around Isaac’s waist, though not
tight enough to bruise. “Bounce.”
Isaac manages to coordinate his limbs enough to push up and drop back down,
impaling himself on Ethan.
“That’s it,” Ethan urges. “That’s good.”
Isaac keeps doing it. Fighting won’t help. Fighting’s gotten him nowhere, and
how long has it been, anyway? Scott might realize he’s gone and come looking,
and Scott absolutely can’t catch Isaac doing this. He rides Ethan faster,
listening hard to his heartbeat and his breathing, both of which are picking up
speed.
“Touch yourself,” Ethan says. “I want you to come first.”
Isaac sucks in breath through his teeth. He grips his cock, which feels like
it’s been hard forever, and tries not to think about being in the middle of the
woods, or Aiden probably watching him with that stupid smug grin, or the shame
that’s seeping out of him like sweat. Instead, he concentrates on the slide of
Ethan inside him, rubbing against that place that sends sparks of pleasure
coursing through him.
Isaac huffs out a breath when he squeezes his hand around the dripping head of
his cock. He’s right on the edge, body bowstring taut and mind drowning in
sensation.
Ethan pulls him down hard, burying himself to the hilt inside Isaac. His
fingers tangle with Isaac’s on his straining cock, and pull with expert skill,
sending Isaac over the edge. Isaac shouts as he spills over their twined hands.
Then his body slumps, and his mind goes mercifully blank.
Isaac pitches forward onto his hands and knees. Ethan follows, slamming forward
into him. Isaac wipes an arm across his face before prying his eyes open.
Aiden’s standing over them, grinning, with his iPhone pointed steadily at the
action.
Isaac tries to say something, then, but he’s down to his last two percent, and
he needs it all to hold onto the ground as he lets Ethan fuck him.
“Yeah, Isaac, good,” Ethan says as he pounds Isaac harder now, relentlessly.
There’s no pain, not now when Isaac’s loose and supple in the aftermath of his
orgasm. In fact, when Ethan squeezes his hand around Isaac’s hips, slams all
the way in, and moans out his completion, Isaac’s spent cock gives an
interested twitch.
Ethan slumps over him, a hot, sweaty weight that Isaac just takes. Isaac
concentrates on breathing. He can breathe. He can do that.
“Now that was entertaining.” Aiden slips his phone into his pocket and extends
a hand.
Ethan pulls out carefully, dragging a muffled whimper out of Isaac. He wipes
his hands on Isaac’s naked back and lets his brother help him to his feet.
Isaac slumps on his side, unmoving. He can hear the twins putting their clothes
to rights, but then Ethan squats next to him.
“That was fun. Thanks.” He presses a kiss to the back of Isaac’s neck, below
the damp curls plastered to his skin. “See you back at school.”
The twins are long out of earshot before Isaac starts to hyperventilate. He
feels like he can’t get enough oxygen. The air around him is saturated with the
scent of sex. He digs his claws into his arm, not hard enough to pierce flesh,
just enough to hurt. The pain gives him something to hold onto until he can
breathe again.
He tries to stand twice and falls back down. “You’re not even hurt,” he says
out loud. “They didn’t hurt you.” The cuts on his cheek have healed. There’s no
evidence. Nothing to complain about. On the third try, Isaac stumbles to his
feet.
His clothes are in shreds all over the clearing, and he smells like death, but
he’s standing.
“Okay. You’re fine,” he tells himself. “Walk.” And slowly, one foot in front of
the other, Isaac heads back toward Beacon Hills High.
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
