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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Scott_McCall, Isaac_Lahey
  Additional Tags:
      i've_been_dying_to_write_something_post_episode, spoilers_for_S03E10,
      Porn_with_Feelings, started_out_as_feelings_and_descended_very_quickly
      into_sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-08 Words: 5883
****** come home to me ******
by incendia
Summary
     "I'm not an alpha, Isaac. I can't even... I can't even keep the
     people I love safe. I can't even protect them, how does - how does
     anyone expect me to - " He's silenced, interrupted, by Isaac's lips
     crashing against his own and everything else flies out of his mind as
     Isaac's hands clasp at his jaw and his own fingers are tangling
     through his curls. Scott's kissing him back, just like he was before
     only this time Isaac can feel it, the thrum of heat and desperation,
     crackling beneath his skin like electricity.
Notes
     i have an insane amount of ideas for scisaac it's kind of
     unbelievable. thought i'd just pump this out while i still had the
     idea fresh in my mind (and very deliberately avoiding studying for my
     exam tomorrow). i have mixed feelings about this and the amount of
     porn to angst to fluff ratio it ended up being but i desperately have
     to go revise now so i'm probably just going to leave it at this.
     songs i listened to on repeat while i writing it: below my feet by
     mumford & sons, we must be killers by mikky ekko and new york by snow
     patrol.
See the end of the work for more notes
It’s late when Scott stumbles in through the door. There’s a part of him half-
hoping that maybe the house is empty, maybe it’s alright because he’s gone home
with Stiles or Allison or he’s with Cora and Derek now that alpha pack is
officially no longer recruiting.
He’s wrong, of course, and when he pads into the living room the shape of Isaac
casts a shadow against the floorboards, and the weight that’s been sinking deep
inside him, tearing and shredding through him along the way and shackling
itself to his feet only grows when he thinks about Isaac sitting in the
dark waiting for him to come home.
Scott shouldn’t even be here, he shouldn’t have come and this entire thing was
a mistake. Deucalion’s generosity can only extend so far and going home with
the excuse that he’s grabbing spare clothes and essentials for his prolonged
stay on the dark side probably doesn’t cover the accidental slaughter of people
Scott cares about.
This is a man who killed his own pack without a second of hesitation, who led a
pack full of other murderers who had massacred their own just like he had. And
now Scott is one of them, and it’s only a matter of time until he’s expected to
do the same.
He steels himself for what he knows will be plastered across Isaac’s face –
hurt and betrayal and disappointment at being let down by yet another person
Isaac trusted. But when he moves to stand in front of him the only thing is a
hollowness that aches more than Scott could have imagined. Isaac looks… lost.
And small, hunched in on himself even with his broad shoulders, like a kid
who’s come home to realise his only family’s vanished into thin air and Scott
wonders how long he’d been here for, how long he’d waited for Scott to come
home.
“Stiles said you left with him.”
It’s not an even accusation but Scott wishes it is, he’ll take Isaac’s anger
and rage boiling beneath his skin and spilling over into his veins crashing
recklessly through him when he picks fights and beats up alphas for him – not
this subdued and silent Isaac. Not an Isaac who acts as if he already knows why
Scott’s here 
Scott swallows, glancing away and resisting the urge to turn on his heel and
walk right out the door. He can’t do this, he thinks. It was a mistake to come
back only to dig himself into a bigger hole than before.
“He’s going to help me get my mom and Stiles’ dad back,” he says, as if that’s
all Isaac needs to know and it’s not the reason Scott has all but made a pact
with the devil just to bring them back.
“You were supposed to come back with us.” There it is, the slightest flicker of
anger in his tone, rising with his voice and Isaac’s eyes are boring into the
side of his face. And if Scott were brave enough to turn and meet his gaze he’d
see hard shards of ice glinting like steel.
“I wasn’t going to leave without you, did you know that? I waited until the
last moment thinking you’d make it in time.”
“I’m sorry, Isaac,” Scott murmurs softly, jaw tensing as he glances down,
exhaling with a sigh that does nothing to release the tension built up in all
of his muscles, constricting in his chest and making it harder to breathe the
longer he’s here, struggling to see what he’s even trying to accomplish with
the other boy.
“You’re okay though, right? They didn’t… you weren’t –”
“Shut up, Scott.” Startled, Scott glances up, eyes widening a fraction at the
burn of Isaac’s eyes; indecipherable beneath the walls he’s thrown back up
against him. He can see him struggling with it, the careful façade of
indifference he’s spent so long wearing like armour, and then taking it apart
piece by piece only to be left with nothing but disappointment.
“Just… just shut up,” Isaac snaps, straightening in a single fluid motion from
the couch, lithe muscles stretching taut along his frame, elongating with his
towering height.
“You left. You didn’t even bother to put up a goddamn fight, you just… you just
gave into him, surrendered without even trying to -”
“That is not what happened. He offered to help me if I helped him, I didn’t – ”
Scott cuts himself off abruptly, his hands curled into fists by his side and
realises his own voice has been raised several octaves higher and that’s
exactly what Isaac wanted. His expression wipes itself blank in that instant. 
“You didn’t what, Scott?” Isaac advances on him, long legs stalking towards
him, eyes blazing in a way that would terrify a lesser person but Scott’s not
going to back down just because Isaac is a couple of inches taller than him.
“You didn’t save the day, ride in on your white horse and rescue everyone just
in time for dinner? I can’t believe that I actually thought you were going to
get us through that, that Stiles thought you could get us out of it.”
His mouth falls open a little, gaping at air, bewildered by where the sudden
vitriol has come from, every word like the crack of a whip against concrete.
“I’m trying, I’ve been trying, and it’s not that easy, Isaac, I’m just – ”
“Just not enough to keep saving everyone. Because it’s not your goddamn job,
it’s not your responsibility to save everyone.” Scott flinches, shrinking back
at the flood of bitterness in Isaac’s voice. 
“I know it’s not my job,” he says slowly, after a moment of struggling to
comprehend why Isaac’s doing this, why he’s flinging these insults at him as if
he doesn’t already know all of them by heart, doesn’t think about them at
night, sleepless and restless and wondering if maybe he’s just doomed to lead
all of them to their deaths.
“Deucalion… that was my choice, Isaac. I didn’t do it for anyone else, I did it
for myself. To get my mom back. Stiles’ dad, too, but this is… what else was I
supposed to do?”
“You could have come back home with me – you could have stayed and not decided
to sell your soul to the freaking devil and martyr yourself for everyone else.”
Isaac’s eyes shutter and then slip close for a moment, inhaling against the
tide of unrestrained savagery that’s threatening to tear at his control and he
can feel the ruthless taste of blood rising in his throat on the heels of more
accusations as he tears Scott to pieces. 
He’s so goddamn naïve, he’s always been so goddamn naïve. Naïve and optimistic
and full of bright, burning hope and that’s exactly what’s gotten them into the
mess. Or rather what’s gotten him into this mess because if Scott’s sold his
soul for the greater good then where does that leave him? 
Scott is silent for even longer this time, and he doesn’t make a move to speak,
just stares at Isaac with this unfathomable sadness and that sends another
spike of anger flaring up in him because for Christ’s sake, of course Scott
would still feel bad for him when he’s the one that’s been turned into
Deucalion’s new whipping boy.
“Why did you bother coming back, Scott?” He spits, viciousness slicing through
his words like a knife, split down the middle and so loaded with venom. 
The look of hurt on Scott’s face sends a sickening thrill of pleasure through
him. He’s not infallible after all. The shining example of all the goodness in
the world can feel pain. Alert the fucking press because maybe Scott McCall’s
human after all.
“I wanted… I wanted to make sure you were okay, that you’d gotten home safe and
– ” 
“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I’m not as helpless and pathetic as you
think I am, Scott? That I don’t need you constantly looking over my shoulder
and waiting for me to do the next stupid thing that’s going to get me into
danger?”
“I didn’t – I didn’t say that, Isaac!” Scott’s voice is sharp, and Isaac can
almost taste his frustration, harsh and bitter in the air, the scent like metal
with the faint, lingering trace of blood. Scott’s blood.
“I was worried about you, okay? I didn’t want you to come home to an empty
house and not know what had happened because no one bothered to tell you.” Of
course he was, Isaac thinks acidly. He almost wants to throw up at how sincere
Scott sounds.
“But they did, didn’t they? And I’m absolutely fucking fine so I guess you came
back for nothing.”
Scott falls silent again, a blissful reprieve for Isaac from all his concern
and compassion and the sun shining out of his ass at how good he is.  
“I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay. This isn't you. This is you acting
out and being an asshole just so you can lash out at me.”
Isaac almost begins slow clapping at his valiant effort. “Bravo, Scott, you’ve
figured out the reason for why I’m so pissed at you. Or maybe I really am just
an asshole and I’ve been fooling you this entire time into thinking I was a
decent person so you wouldn’t kick me out.”
“You are a decent person, Isaac,” Scott retaliates with missing a beat, the
irritation in his voice like a siren song to Isaac's ears. “You’re my friend
and you trust me - I know that’s not just an act.”
Isaac lets loose a snarl this time, ripping and tearing through his throat,
another step closer that radiates with the fury burning at his lungs and in his
chest, spilling through his ribcage with the hammering beat of his heart.
“And look at where trusting you has left me. – In an empty freaking house.” He
doesn’t even react to Scott this time when he stiffens, his vision filling with
red and rage and there’s hunger rising in him for blood. He wants Scott angry
and enraged like he is, not worried and concerned and caring
because fuck, fuck, that’s not what Isaac asked for and he’s not ready to face
the thought of caring enough about Scott to want to tear apart the alpha pack
until they’re all dead and he can come back home. 
“I said I was – ” 
“I did trust you, Scott,” he says, voice shaking, trembling, a lighting flash
of gold searing through his eyes like a sunset set on fire, face inches away
from Scott’s. “I trusted you to know the right thing to do, not martyr yourself
for the rest of us.”
“For the last time, Isaac, I didn’t do it for anyone else.”
“But you would have. You would have if it had come down to joining them
or hurting one of us.”
“Fine," Scott chokes out, and Isaac begins to hate himself just a little more
for the helpless look in Scott's eyes. "You got me. I would have done it anyway
– but it would’ve still been my choice.” And then something in Isaac just
snaps. Splinters through him and breaks through the cage around his self-
control, the ugly, untempered anger he has with him, always simmering beneath
the surface like dormant magma waiting to erupt. 
And then he’s surging forwards, his hands clutching at the sides of Scott’s
face as his lips slam against Scott’s with every intent to tear into him and
rip him to shreds and devour him whole. And he’s so caught up in the madness,
caught up in the abandonment and lust he’d thought was just anger, and the
worry and mindless fear that’s been driving everything else he didn’t want to
admit to until now churns in his stomach, feeding through his veins and making
him desperate to tether himself, chain himself to Scott and never, ever let him
go.
His fingers clasp tighter at Scott’s jaw, his tongue slipping between Scott’s
lips that have parted in stunned silence, licking into his mouth, wild and
craving every inch of him that he can reach and god, Scott tastes like
everything and nothing he’d imagined, like a car crash of lust and salt and
impulse, consuming him from the inside until he’s nothing but shaking desire
and –
fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.Isaac’s brain takes all of a second to shut down, resorting
to auto pilot as he tears away from Scott as if he’s actually been burned,
staggering away with him the bitter aftertaste of self-loathing in his mouth.
Fuck, he actually just did that. He actually just kissedScott, or attacked his
mouth and tried to kiss him and fuck, how could he not have realised Scott
wasn’t kissing him back? What fucked-up person does that, what is wrongwith
him, five seconds ago he’d been yelling at the guy and then he was –
“Isaac.” 
"– Fuck. No. No, no, no," Isaac mutters under his breath, stumbling back from
Scott, his hand swinging out to stop Scott from reaching for him.
"Isaac! Isaac, it's alright. It's fine – "
"It's not fucking fine, Scott. It's not fucking fine because I just kissed you
and everything is fucked up and I –" Fuck. Isaac swallows, past the lump
growing in the base of his throat and the suffocating nausea that's threatening
to choke him. He takes another stumbling step back, shaking his head,
incoherent mutters slipping from his lips.
"I'm... - can't do this. Fuck. I didn't - I wasn't - " He turns, spinning on
his heel sharply as the whole world lurches to the side and he's ready to storm
up the stairs or out the door, just anywhere but here and away from Scott
McCall and his beautiful fucking lips and the taste of his tongue when a hand
on his arm stops him.
Calloused fingertips close around his wrist, holding him tight in a vice grip
and refusing to let go as Isaac traces that arm, along the corded muscles of
Scott's neck to his eyes. The revulsion and disgust he's expecting isn't there.
Instead, there's something else entirely. Something that Isaac's never seen on
Scott's face before.
"Please - please... don't go." Scott releases a shaky exhale, curling his
fingers tighter around Isaac. "I... you're right. I screwed up. I screwed up
big time and I have no idea what I'm doing. I can't - you shouldn't have
trusted me because I'm not... I can't do it. I can't be what everyone needs me
to be and - "
Oh. Oh. Isaac shuts his jaw with a soft click, stilling beneath Scott's touch
but not making any move to speak either.
"I'm not an alpha, Isaac. I can't even... I can't even keep the people I love
safe. I can't even protect them, how does - how does anyone expect me to - "
He's silenced, interrupted, by Isaac's lips crashing against his own and
everything else flies out of his mind as Isaac's hands clasp at his jaw and his
own fingers are tangling through his curls. Scott's kissing him back, just like
he was before only this time Isaac can feel it, the thrum of heat and
desperation, crackling beneath his skin like electricity. Scott smells like
doubt tinged with fear but there's also longing, longing and the smell of
wanting that's sweeter and more seductive than Isaac can comprehend.
His teeth sink into the flesh of Scott's lower lip, hard enough to draw blood
and the moan that comes from both of them at the taste of it has Isaac driven
halfway to slow burning insanity. He wonders if Scott can feel his heartbeat
it's so fast and loud and pounding against his ribcage like it needs to escape
and to explode before he runs out of breath, he tips his head to mouth along
Scott's jaw, tracing the uneven line of it with a needy sound in the back of
his throat. Scott's lips part in a silent moan, arching back to give him
access, fingers tightening in his curls. Isaac moves to suck against his pulse,
and when his tongue flicks out to trace across Scott's skin to taste the salt
of his sweat Scott makes a sound that sends a heady rush of arousal down to his
pants and fuck, Scott must be able to feel how hard he is, it'd be impossible
for him not to.
"Isaac," Scott breathes, eyes slipping shut as Isaac traces his lips back up to
his ear, desperate to find all the places that will make Scott moan again like
that and the fingers in his hair tighten again, threading around his curls as
Isaac shifts to crush his lips against Scott's again, thrusting his tongue into
his mouth and stroking along Scott's tongue with a filthy sound of his own.
Isaac kisses him like he's drowning and Scott kisses back like he's gasping for
breath, and suddenly his hands are around Isaac's waist, pressing his body
along his and slamming him back against the wall behind them hard enough to
shake at the foundations with the trembling rattle of some picture frames lined
up beside them.
"Not here. Upstairs," Isaac manages to gasp when they break apart, fingers
curling around Scott's and tugging him in the direction of the staircase and
they kiss and fumble their way up the steps, too desperate to keep their hands
off each other for even a second. Staggering across the threshold and into the
room, Scott presses Isaac back, corners him until they're both tumbling back
onto the bed, Scott landing between Isaac's legs that fall open for him and
when he leans back in to kiss him again they can both feel the friction. Scott
lowers his hips against Isaac's and he's hard enough for it to hurt, straining
against the fabric of his jeans and Isaac bucks up against him, impatient as he
tugs at the back of Scott's head, fingers sifting through short, dark locks.
Scott moans against Isaac's lips, both hands bracketed around Isaac's head and
braced against the mattress as he gives another roll of his hips, gasping at
the feeling of their erections grinding against each other through the few
layers separating them. His t-shirt is bunched up against his stomach where
Isaac's fingers are tracing at the skin above his jeans, gliding up along the
muscles planes of his abdomen and around his back, the edges of his claws
elongated as they scrape down his backwhen Scott sucks a bruise into the side
of his jaw. Isaac gasps, pressing his head back and Scott takes that as an
encouragement, teeth sinking deeper and harder into his skin to mark him.
He wants to mark him, and even if the bruise itself will heal the memory of it
will not fade, the memory of tonight won't fade - because they're kissing like
two people drowning in each other as if they know what's going to happen come
tomorrow.
But for now, Isaac thrusts his hips back against Scott, scrambling to help tug
Scott's shirt off and then ridding himself of his ownwith determination in his
eyes that rake across his naked flesh with hunger and craving that makes Scott
shudder. Isaac grasps at Scott's hips to flip them, rolling on top of him as he
bends to mouth kisses down the length of Scott's throat, blazing a trail of
kisses, open-mouthed and sucking against his skin, down his chest. Scott can
only lie back with a stifled groan, fingers threaded through the curls at the
top of Isaac's head, so sure the heat traveling along his flesh is going to
burn hot enough to set them both alight.
The fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans make his eyes snap open
with an inhale of breath, seizing at Isaac's curls at tugging him away to meet
his gaze. "Isaac - are you... we're really doing this?" Isaac sighs, climbing
back up Scott's torso to slam his lips against his in answer, distracting him
while his fingers begin to unbutton Scott's jeans and work the zipper down.
When he's finished, he breaks away from the kiss, blue eyes feverish and bright
with want. He wants to make Scott moan until he's breathless and hear him
gasping for air, wants to feel his fingers tugging at his hair and digging into
his flesh, wants the teeth sinking into his skin and marking him, wants sweat-
slicked skin pressed up against his own and lips that breathe his name like a
prayer.
"I don't know, Scott, are we?" He mutters teasingly, tugging Scott's jeans off
before Scott reacts and begins kicking them off in earnest. This should really
terrify Scott, it really should because he's never done this before and the
waves of arrogance rolling of Isaac makes him think he's done it before but it
doesn't. And even if he weren't aching and splitting apart from the burden he's
been carrying on his shoulders and the knowledge of what he has to go back to
after this he'd still want it anyway. They've never traded anything more than
harmless, chaste kisses, innocent ones easily brushed off as playful teasing
but this... this is them crossing a line they can't go back to but Scott
doesn't care anymore. He wants this and he'll take it along with whatever
consequences come with it.
The way Isaac mouths at his boxers, against the wet patch where he's been
leaking steadily since they started kissing makes Scott sure Isaac has done
this before but he lets himself keen and arch back against it anyway. Isaac
licks a stripe straight across the bulge before slipping his fingers beneath
them to circle around his cock and fuck, fuck, Scott's eyes close against the
pleasure as Isaac drags his fingertips along the length of him. Isaac tugs him
slowly out of his boxers, pushing them the rest of the way down and licks
tentatively at the leaking tip, savouring the taste with a hungry look before
leaning in to suck slowly against the head of his cock.
"I - Isaac," Scott stutters, fingers tightening in his hair, hips lifting
slightly off the bed, desperate for Isaac to do anything other than
tease. "Fuck, Isaac." Isaac circles his fingers at the base, licking along the
underside of his cock which is straining and hard and desperate for more of
Isaac's hands or mouth or anything, fuck. But he takes his time dragging his
lips back down before moving to suck at the tip again, lowering more of Scott
into his mouth this time, slow and painfully, torturously arousing. Even more
so than he already is.
"Fuck - fuck, Isaac, I swear - please, please just - "
The keening sound Scott makes sends a hot surge down to his own erection and
Isaac moans around him, sending vibrations traveling up along him. Glancing up
at Scott through his eyelashes, Isaac relishes in the sight of him laid out
before him, wrecked and skin slick with sweat. He withdraws, slipping his
tongue into the slit of Scott's cock and earning a breathy tumble of incoherent
words before he takes pity on him and sucks down on him again between his lips.
This time he takes more, moving past the burn and is pleasantly surprised by
how much he manages to take before he can't anymore, his hand strokes at the
base he can't quite reach.
"Shit, shit - Isaac - oh my god. Fuck," Scott gasps, keeping up a steady rhythm
of curses as Isaac draws back, pulling his lips slowly along his cock before
moving back down again, tongue sliding along him with every stroke. Isaac's
fingers slide lower to stroke along his balls, teasing at them as he pumps at
Scott's cock with his other hand, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking harder
against Scott's thrusting hips. For a moment, he lets Scott take control,
stilling as Scott bucks up into his mouth, thrusting deeper with desperate
moans. He can feel the tension in his body, in the arch of his hips, swallowing
Scott deeper where he can to feel him thrusting against his mouth.
"Isaac, fuck, I'm - I'm close - " Isaac tightens his grip around Scott, pumping
harder as he doubles his pace to match Scott's increasingly sloppy thrusts,
groaning against him before he feels Scott's balls tighten and the spread of
heat in his throat, spilling into his mouth as Scott comes with his name in a
ragged gasp, voice completely and utterly wrecked into oblivion. The syllables
are shaped on his tongue, escaping from parted lips red and kiss-swollen, head
tipped back with pleasure. Isaac swallows until there isn't any left, pulling
him out of his mouth gently and wiping the back of his hand across his lips to
catch whatever he'd missed. Somehow Scott still has enough energy to seize
around his wrist and drag him up for a kiss, the taste of Scott left on both
their tongues when Scott tears away for much-needed air.
"Fuck," he breathes, closing his eyes for a couple of seconds. When they snap
back open, they zone in on Isaac with a feverishness that makes his cock twitch
to see and suddenly Scott is on him, tugging at his pants and freeing him from
his constraints, hand curling around him and stroking him softly with
experimental novelty. It's Isaac's turn to throw his head back and groan
against the pleasure and he knows he isn't going to last long. It takes a few
strokes and Scott's face still flushed with euphoria to send him toppling over
the edge and Scott moves down to lick up the mess he makes across both their
stomachs, the obsence motions of his tongue drawing a moan from Isaac as he
fists his hands in Scott's hair. Scott cleans him up, slow and steady,
patiently, before crawling back up the length of him to collapse beside him.
They're both silent for a while, chests heaving as they recover, blissful post-
orgasmic haze enveloping them and wrapping their minds in cotton. It's Scott
who breaks the silence first, rolling lightly onto his side to face Isaac.
"Isaac?" His voice is quiet, deceptively soft, and Isaac bites back the urge to
frown.
"Yeah, Scott?"
"... Just wanted to say... thank you." And there it is again.
"Scott, you... don't... why are you thanking me?" If Isaac weren't so boneless
from the pleasure he'd have turned around and punched Scott full in the face
now.
"For - for this, I mean - "
"I didn't do it out of some twisted sense of compassion, Scott." When Scott
doesn't reply, Isaac restrains the urge to let loose a low growl. 
"You really think I'd fuck you just because you were having a bad day? Jesus,
I'm not you, Scott."
"... I thought you were still mad at me for joining Deucalion - you were still
mad at me before we... before we kissed."
"I was mad at you."
"Then why'd you... what was the sex for?"
"Because I fucking wanted to, okay. I wanted it." Fuck. Scott's not really
stupid enough to have this conversation with him right now is he?
"Okay."
"Okay?" Isaac mutters incredulously, eyebrows arching into his hairline.
"Yeah. I wanted it, too." Isaac narrows his eyes, turning to glance at Scott
who's lying with his face staring up at the ceiling. He doesn't say anything
else so Isaac lets out a huff and turns to roll onto his side, away from Scott.
"... Isaac?"
"– What?"
"Can I... can I kiss you?" Is he serious...? Isaac rolls back over to face him
with a furrowed brow.
"And why would you do that."
"Because I want to. And because... because I like kissing you."
"This is not a thing, Scott. Don't - don't... No, Scott. No, you can't fucking
kiss me." Well, he kind of deserved the way Scott's face crumples at that.
"What'd you think this was going to be? You could come home and play the role
of wolfkind's savior and I'd throw myself at you with the offer of sex?"
Scott's face turns cold, every inch of warmth and satisfaction seeping away in
an instant. It happens so fast it almost gives Isaac whip lash, but even that
wouldn't have been punishment enough for the look of hurt that flashes through
Scott's eyes.
"I wasn't going to come back at all."
"Then you shouldn't have," Isaac spits out, sitting up now from the bed.
"Well, I did. And I'm glad I did - "
"So what now, huh? You're just going to go crawling back to Deucalion and his
happy band of murderous alphas in the morning? Pretend like this never happened
and it was just some stupid lapse of judgement and I don't exist anymore?"
"Isaac."
"That's what this is, isn't it? You came back to have your last moment with me
so you could go back to your alpha without any guilt riding on your conscience.
And to top it all of you got free sex out of it, too. I bet I gave you enough
material to last you a month's worth of lonely nights fucking your own - "
"Shut up, Isaac."
"Oh my god, I'm right, aren't I? You thought you could have your perfect
farewell so you could join the alphas without regret knowing I was okay. Well,
guess what, Scott, life doesn't fucking work that way. You don't get perfect
moments or perfect endings and it's going to be a fucking miracle if either of
your parents make it out of this alive because god knows you fucking suck at -
" 
Shit. Shit. He's fucking stepped over a line a mile wide and there's no going
back from that. Tensing, every single muscle in his body locks in expectation
of the impact that's bound to come, the fist that is going to come sailing
through the air to land in his face or the punch to the gut or -
Scott doesn't do any of those things. Just crumples inwards as if all of
Isaac's words have taken the fight out of him, a mask so painfully fake it
hurts Isaac to see because it must be something if Scott's trying so
desperately hard to hide it.
"Fuck, Scott. I didn't - "
"You did," Scott says softly, voice deathly quiet. "You did, and it's okay.
You're right. You're always... you're always right." Scott curls in on himself
then, tucking his knees up beneath his arms and sinking his head down onto
folded hands.
"One of them is going to die and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Not even
joining the alphas."
"Scott..."
"I can't save both of them - I can't save anyone. And now... now Deucalion's
probably going to make me kill someone just to become a part of his pack." The
thought of pure, innocent Scott, everything that is good and right in the world
being forced to take someone else's life sends a cold chill down Isaac's spine.
"I didn't mean it like that, Scott. I was angry, and I - "
"You want to know why I came home today? Even though I shouldn't be here and
you didn't even want me to come?" Isaac opens his mouth to argue that last part
but clamps it shut again when Scott shakes his head.
"I came back because I didn't know what to do. And somehow being near you
always makes me feel better. Even when I'm terrified that I'm going to screw
everything up and get someone killed again I... I think of you and the fact
that you trust me to always do the right thing and make the right choice... Or
at least you did before tonight." 
Even if Isaac could speak at this moment there's nothing he could say that
could possibly match Scott's confession. The look on his face is frozen
somewhere between shock and wonder and then he realises Scott's waiting for a
reaction of some kind and is scrambling for words and all he can think is yes,
Scott, yes you wonderful, perfect idiot, I do trust you, I'd trust you with my
life, I'd trust you to be my alpha if you had a real pack, I - 
"I do still trust you, Scott," Isaac murmured softly. "You're... you’re like
Superman and James Kirk rolled into one and you try so hard to be a fucking
hero but the world doesn’t work like that and if you could just see that
sometimes no-win situations can’t be won you wouldn’t be so goddamn – ” Scott's
lips are crushed against his own before he can make another sound and Isaac all
but sinks into the kiss, unravelling at a speed that's terrifying and his pulse
is skyrocketing at the taste of Scott on his tongue again. It's wild and
reckless and there's sparks shooting through his veins spreading fire through
his chest and up his throat.
They end up with their foreheads pressed against each other, panting with
shared breaths, Isaac's hand lifting to brush his thumb along Scott's jaw like
he's afraid even touching him will break the moment between them. 
"You're so damn full of hope and light and even though things keep going
against us you keep believing that things will turn out alright... and it makes
people like me, helpless and broken and fucked-up hope too."
You're not any of those things, Scott wants to reply, but Isaac silences him
with his fingers grazing over his lips.
"I'm fucked-up and screwed-up and everything in between, and I might not
believe in anything else in the world but I believe in you, Scott."
So don't let me down, don't leave me behind, don't leave me alone, don't - 
"Deucalion wants you because he knows that, he knows you're pure and
compassionate and you have a heart of fucking gold and that's what makes you a
real leader. That's the thing that terrifies the hell out of him." 
That's the thing that terrifies the hell out of me, the thing I think I could
fall for, have fallen for, am falling for -
"So don't give him what he wants and let him screw you up, too, okay? Be the
hero. Be Scott McCall, protector of the small and weak. Because I believe in
you, and so does everyone else and we're counting on you. Your mom and Stiles'
dad are counting on you to do this." 
I'm counting on you. I'm counting on to you stay alive. I'm counting on you to
come back to me safe and whole and in one piece.
"And when it's all over, you'd better come home safe and sound or I swear to
god I will kick your ass."
Scott chuckles, low and soft, a sound that makes the corners of Isaac's lips
curve into a smile. He can feel Scott relaxing into him when he lets go, and
they lie back down to sleep. It's not all weird when they end up tangled
together, Isaac's body curled around Scott's, an arm slung around his waist and
holding him close to his chest. He's pretty sure Scott's almost asleep judging
by the steadiness of his breathing but just before he falls asleep himself
Scott speaks up. 
"Thanks, Isaac."
Isaac doesn't reply, just tightens his grip and presses a smile into Scott's
hair. 
End Notes
     friendly reminder: I CAN'T. NOT WITHOUT SCOTT (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
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