Chapter 2: Refuge

Isaac takes a deep breath and lets it out before knocking on the door in front of him. He is both relieved and disappointed when Melissa opens it.

"Oh…Hi Isaac," she says uncertainly, brows furrowed. "I haven't seen you for awhile."

Isaac responds with a sheepish half-smile and hangs his head, unable to form a reply.

"Well," Melissa continues awkwardly, "Scott is out with Stiles, but he should be back soon enough."

She stares at him, concerned, for a few more moments before stepping aside. "Come on in, you can wait inside."

Isaac chews on his bottom lip anxiously and walks slowly over the threshold.

"I…have to go take a shower before my date tonight," Melissa calls out as she heads up the steps, slightly embarrassed. "But make yourself at home. You're free to anything in the kitchen, as usual."

"Thank you, ma'am," Isaac replies.

He hears the shower running as he wanders into the living room and sits nervously on the edge of the couch. While he waits, daydreams of chocolate eyes and chestnut skin fill his head.

In what seems like no time at all, Melissa is hurrying back down the stairs in a little black dress, tousling her damp hair with one hand and carrying a pair of tall stilettos in the other. She stops at the bottom to slip into the heels and buckle them tight. She makes a quick detour into the living room.

"How do I look?" she asks Isaac, a little breathless, spinning in a circle.

"You look stunning as always Ms. McCall," Isaac replies with a small smile.

She gives him a stern look. "It's Melissa."

She click-clacks back out the doorway and grabs her purse from the hallway. "Try not to break anything while I'm gone," she calls out.

Isaac sighs as he hears the door slam. Maybe this was a bad idea. He should go. Give Scott some more time to figure things out. He has his hand on the front door handle before pausing and turning to look up the stairs. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he tries to make a decision. Finally he releases the handle and slowly creeps up the steps. He walks the familiar path down the hall and pushes Scott's door open. He flicks on the light and walks into the center of the room.

He can't help but smile. The room is uncharacteristically spotless. Everything is neatly organized and put into its proper place. The floor is completely clear. The bed is perfectly made. Which means Scott has been cleaning. A lot. And Scott only cleans when something has him seriously upset. He's like some disgruntled, middle-aged, suburban house wife.

Isaac wanders around the room, running his fingers over various items and wishing Scott would show up. And also wishing that he wouldn't. He catches his breath when he reaches the alpha's desk. It's neat and orderly just like everything else, but there is a single picture laying out in the center of it. It's slightly crumpled like it's been handled too much. Isaac carefully picks it up and studies the image. It was taken a few months ago, after a lacrosse game. It's of Scott and him, still dressed in their uniforms, with their arms around each other and huge grins plastered on their faces. Isaac was pretty sure they were laughing at something Stiles had said. He feels a lump form in his throat as he realizes he and Scott will probably never be able to go back to what they were before. He drops the picture and takes a step back from the desk, fists clenching at his sides.

Next he turns to the bed, with its straightened blankets and perfectly fluffed pillow. A strange urge pops into his head. He tries to beat it down but it just grows stronger the more he thinks about it. Eventually he gives up and gingerly crawls up onto the bed, dropping flat against the covers. He buries his face into the pillow and inhales deeply. The smell of Scott floods his senses, surrounding him and giving him an instant high. He rolls over onto his back and lets out a contented sigh, comforted by the familiar scent.

He crosses his arms over his chest, remembering the sensation of Scott's strong arms embracing him as he feels himself start to harden in his jeans. Despite his better judgement, he allows a hand to drop down and cup himself through the denim. He lets out a soft moan as he massages the aching member. It had been far too long since he could even bring himself to jack off, let alone pursue any sort of physical rendezvous with another living being.

He is just about to screw all rational thinking and free his hard-on from its fabric prison when a sound jolts him out of his reverie. It takes a while for his foggy brain to realize it was the sound of keys turning in the front door. He flings himself off the bed and stumbles across the floor, barely managing to catch himself on the desk.

But it's already too late. Scott is standing in the doorway, eyes flashing dangerously. They flick over to the rumpled bed, to the picture on the desk, and then back to Isaac.

"I…I…I've m-missed you," Isaac whispers before he can stop himself, face flushing as he casts his gaze downwards.

Scott's big brown eyes open even wider. He studies the beta intently for several agonizing moments. Then he stalks past him without uttering a word and opens up the closet. The blanket and pillow Isaac had used before are neatly folded and stacked on a shelf. Scott grabs them out and silently drops them at Isaac's feet. Then he grabs a towel and heads into the bathroom, the lock clicking loudly behind him.

Isaac stares at the items in disbelief, unsure what to make of Scott's actions. He is still standing there dumbfounded fifteen minutes later when Scott comes back out after showering. His attention is however diverted by the alpha, who has donned a pair of snug navy briefs for bed. Scott walks past him wordlessly yet again and flicks off the light, climbing under his blankets.

Isaac watches in the light from the window, still uncertain what just happened. After a silent debate in his head, he quickly strips down to his underwear and unfolds his blanket. He crawls under it and faces away from Scott's bed. He doesn't want to see him right now, but he listens obsessively to his rapid breathing. It takes hours until it slows to the steady, gentle rhythm of sleep. And still Isaac lies awake, mind racing.

The next thing Isaac knows, he is caught in another dream so lifelike that he thinks it's real. This one starts differently than any he had experienced before. He is lying somewhere that he can't place right away. It's chilly. And wet. He cracks his eyes open and realizes that he's outside, spread out in the dewy grass. He recognizes the yard. It's a house a few doors down from his father's old house. The one he so recently burned to the ground.

As soon as he acknowledges that fact, the pungent scent of charred wood cuts through the morning air. Isaac picks himself up off the ground and follows the odor down the street until he sees the remains of the building. The ruined structure is blackened and smoldering. If Isaac had truly been awake, this would have set off alarm bells in his head considering it had been over a week since he had committed the arson. But in this dreamworld it somehow made perfect sense for thin tendrils of smoke to still be curling up from the wreckage.

On a whim, he searches out what used to be the stairway to the basement. The stairs are burned away but there is a pit down to what used to be the nightmarish torture chamber of his childhood. He jumps down into the pit, flinching as scorched beams shift and plumes of ash erupt around him. He creeps through the debris, heart pounding in his throat. He's not sure why he is so scared, but he somehow knows that the answer is up ahead.

A dark mass appears in front of him. He's not certain at first what it is. Then it hits him like a ton of bricks. He's looking at what is left of the freezer: a misshapen, blackened chunk of metal. Chains still encircle the melted box. Waves of dread roll over Isaac for no logical reason, threatening to suffocate him. He rushes forward and yanks at the chains, their heat-weakened links snapping easily. The lid, however, presents a larger challenge since the freezer is so warped. He pulls and tears at the metal, desperate to see inside for some unknown purpose that is beyond Isaac's own understanding.

Finally, he manages to wrench the entire lid off and hurl it away from him. With an ever-accelerating pulse he peers cautiously down into the shadowy box. He can't make out anything at first, but then his surroundings brighten, presumably from the rising sun.

He recoils with a strangled gasp, his insides going as cold as ice. A twisted, grotesque body lies in the bottom of the freezer. The skin is seared black, deep red showing through where it has cracked. The face is partially melted off of the skull, features running together. A few tufts of singed hair stick out at odd angles. Bubbled, milky white tissue has burst from the eye sockets. A full set of scorched teeth are exposed in a macabre parody of a grin. An instant later the stench of charred flesh wafts over Isaac. Nausea erupts within his gut and he collapses on his hands and knees in a corner, vomiting up the contents of his stomach. Even after he has nothing left to choke up, he continues to dry heave as the image from the freezer imprints itself on his mind.

At some indeterminate point, the heaving morphs into anguished, choking sobs. Despite the disfigured face and mangled body, Isaac knows exactly who is laying in that grisly coffin. Hot tears pour from his eyes as his vision blurs and his chest spasms painfully.

After what seems like hours he hears soft, muffled clicking across the room and he can see swirls of ash in his peripherals. However, he doesn't have the strength left to look up.

"What have you done?" The voice is low; almost a whisper. But Isaac recognizes it. At least who it belongs to. But he's never heard it like that. Full of terror. Of overwhelming grief.

He looks up to confirm that he was hearing Melissa. She is still in her black dress and high heels, but her skin is streaked with soot. Tears are falling freely from her eyes. She glances forlornly at the melted freezer and then back at Isaac. Her gaze is not warm and gentle like he remembers, but piercing and accusatory.

"You killed him, Isaac," she whispers. Isaac slowly shakes his head.

"N-no," he manages to croak out.

Melissa takes a step closer to him. "You killed my son," she continues to whisper.

Isaac shakes his head more forcefully as he rises slowly to his feet.

"You killed my son," she hisses more loudly.

"N-no…no…I..I d-didn't!" Isaac cries out, feeling as if his soul is tearing in two.

Now Melissa has her fists clenched at her sides. Her whole body is shaking uncontrollably. Her face is ashen yet furious. This time she lets loose a heartrending shriek, "YOU KILLED MY SON!"

She storms towards him and Isaac stumbles backwards, but he crashes into another person. He turns to find Stiles standing dejected behind him. His face is pale and gaunt, eyes sunken and red-rimmed, and his cheeks tear-streaked.

"How could you do this to me, Isaac?" he asks in a small, broken voice. "How could you take my best friend away from me?"

"NO!" Isaac cries. "It wasn't me! I…I n-never…"

He is cut off by an enraged yell from the smaller boy, who was now crouched on the ground with his hands tearing at his own hair.

"Isaac…you monster!" snaps another new voice. He turns to see Allison standing by the freezer, a look of pure hatred radiating towards him. He shakes his head again but it seems to be futile at this point.

"Isaac!" a stern voice booms. He turns to see Mr. McCall striding briskly towards him. He slams him up against a wall and fastens handcuffs around his wrists. "You are under arrest for the murder of Scott McCall."

"What?" Isaac cried. "No…no…you have to believe me…I d-didn't…" but he is arguing in vain as the agent drags him across the room.

Suddenly Lydia is in front of him watching disgustedly, her face just as wet with tears as everyone else's. But she remains silent, which is almost worse.

Next Derek appears. He just scowls quietly, his enraged eyes speaking volumes.

Then the twins. "How could you kill our alpha?" they ask in creepy unison, their faces blank and lifeless.

More and more people from school and his life appear one after the other until the entire ruined basement is filled with people. Filled with voices that all blend together now.

"How could you…"

"What have you done…"

"You monster…"

"You're sick…"

"…freak…"

"…you deserve to die…"

"…it should have been you…"

Then his father appears, as impossible as that should have been. "See son," he smiles, "you're just like me now." He laughs maniacally as Isaac is dragged past him.

He can't take it anymore. All the voices. The glares. The accusations. The pain. He crumples to the floor and just screams. He wails and wails, ever louder, until the voices are drowned out, until his own eardrums threaten to burst, until everything just goes away.

He wakes up screaming.

He panics as he finds himself tangled in a blanket and starts thrashing around. The room spins around him. Another voice is yelling something he doesn't understand. A dark shape looms over him and he recoils away from it. But it moves faster than he can avoid and suddenly his arms are caught in an iron grip.

"Isaac…"

The voice sounds distorted and far away, like he is trapped underwater.

"Isaac!…."

Something about the voice makes Isaac stop struggling.

"Isaac…snap out of it…just a dream…"

Just a…dream?

"Come on Isaac…It's me…"

Isaac blinks away the remnants of his tears and his vision finally starts to clear. The figure slowly comes into focus before him, but he doesn't dare believe his eyes.

"Sc…Sc…Sc…" he stutters, not able to voice his hope lest he disappear.

"It's me, Isaac" the other boy whispers, eyes wide and concerned as he squeezes Isaac's shoulders.

"Scott?"

The brunette nods with a small smile.

"Scott," Isaac cries out. He starts to shake as the hurricane of emotions erupts inside him again. His voice breaks into another sob, "Scott!"

He shamelessly throws himself at the larger male, burying his face in his bare chest as the tears start pouring afresh. The alpha's strong arms are immediately wrapped around his body, holding him close. Finally. Finally he is back in his refuge.

"Y-you…you were…you were…" Isaac struggles to recount what he had dreamed, half afraid saying it aloud might make it true.

"I was what?" Scott murmurs into the curls on top of his head.

"You…w-w-were…dead." He can barely get the last word out.

Scott pulls back and cups the side of his face to look into his eyes.

"I'm not dead," he states firmly. "I'm right here. With you."

"I-It…was m-m-…my…f-fault," Isaac continues to ramble, reliving the nightmare in his head.

Scott sees the distant look in his eyes and lightly shakes the boy to bring him back. "I'm still here," he insists. "I'm not dead. You didn't do anything. It was only a dream. None of it was real."

Isaac sniffs loudly as he searches the brunette's face. As the panicked grief finally starts to fade away, embarrassment sets in. He can't believe how childish he is behaving. In front of Scott, no less!

"I-I'm sorry," he blurts out, promptly disentangling himself from Scott's arms and jumping to his feet. He angrily swipes the remaining tears off the sides of his face and clears his throat. He reaches down to grab his discarded clothes as Scott rises to his feet.

"I should go," Isaac states nervously, no longer able to meet Scott's gaze. He fumbles with his jeans, but firm hands suddenly pull them away from him and drop them back on the floor.

"No," Scott replies matter-of-factly. When Isaac continues to avoid his eyes, Scott catches him by the chin and he finds himself inches away from those entrancing brown orbs. "I'm never leaving on your own again," he whispers.

"I'm sorry I took advantage of you," Isaac says out of nowhere. He knows it's not exactly the best time but he needs to get it off his chest.

"No!" Scott snaps again, brushing a thumb across his cheek. "I am sorry for ever making you feel like you did."

Isaac almost lets loose another sob, but thankfully he manages to choke it down. He's made enough of a fool of himself for one day. He is about to insist one more time that he leave just to end the painful awkwardness for the both of them, when Scott breaks out into one of his goofy grins and Isaac has to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.

"Come on," Scott purrs, grabbing Isaac by the hand and tugging him towards the bed. He flops down onto it, his head hitting the pillow with a muffled thump. Isaac hesitates for only a moment before carefully lowering himself down next to the sprawled wolf. He lets his eyes drift down the chiseled torso beside him, pausing briefly at the definite bulge in those dark underwear, and then jerking back up to his face. Scott merely smiles crookedly and throws the blanket over the both of them. Then he loops an arm around Isaac's waist and pulls him close until his back is pressed flush against his chest. Isaac lets out a shaky breath, scarcely able to comprehend how amazingly right this feels.

Soon Scott's other hand is caressing his chest and stomach, effectively massaging away all of the stress and fear Isaac had bottled up over the past several weeks. And they remain like that for almost an hour. Isaac struggles to remember to breathe as Scott presses his face into his curls and his hand makes soft circles around his torso. He tries to ignore how painfully hard he has become but the aching need makes him feel like he's going to explode, especially in those increasingly frequent moments when Scott's thumb drags torturously across one of his nipples. Just when he thinks he cannot handle anymore, his hand freezes while splayed across his stomach and his mouth hovers by his ear, warm breath ghosting over the side of his face and making him impossibly harder.

"I'm sorry for…everything," the alpha whispers.

Isaac cranes his neck to confront the guilty face hovering above him. He debates the sanity of his next move but reaches up anyway to pull Scott down towards him. Their lips meet in a soft, gentle kiss that ends all too soon as they break apart to study each other's faces. Scott smiles shyly, and this time Isaac freely mirrors it.

Scott tightens his hold on the thinner boy, forcing out any remaining space between their bodies and making Isaac very aware of the substantial shaft pressing against his backside. Their lips meet again, this time moving sensuously against each other before eventually opening up as curious tongues snake out to twist together.

Scott's hand resumes its tender ministrations, but Isaac quickly grows tired of the teasing. He grabs the wandering hand and gently guides it down his body, lower and lower, until Scott is more than willingly palming his hard-on through the fabric of his briefs. The kiss deepens until their tongues are locked in a slick, writhing knot while their hands are clutching desperately at one another.

Scott starts gyrating slowly, grinding his giant erection up on the curve of Isaac's ass. It takes a few minutes for Isaac to realize the soft, high-pitched sounds are coming from him every time Scott squeezes his throbbing member. After several minutes they reluctantly pause to catch their breaths, both panting heavily.

Scott flashes another giddy grin and pushes Isaac down onto his back. He straddles the smaller boy, shifting his hips until their groins are firmly wedged together. They both gasp at the delicious friction between their cocks. Scott, still smiling warmly, cups both sides of Isaac's face and kisses him passionately. Isaac is the first to roll his hips up off the bed, forcing their erections to slide back and forth. Scott breaks the kiss and enthusiastically thrusts back down into him, drinking in the sight of Isaac as his mouth drops open and his head falls back in pleasure. He smirks at the beta before bending to give him a quick peck on the lips.

Then he places a line of light kisses along his jaw line and down the pale swathe of his neck. His movements remain calm and unhurried, a far cry from their last "intimate" encounter. His lips trace the sharp collarbone and slide down to a dusky pink nipple, closing around the hardened bud. He swirls his tongue around it affectionately, drawing a breathy moan out of the boy that turns Scott on more than he ever thought he could be.

Isaac threads his fingers into Scott's hair, tugging at the soft locks to pull him closer. The alpha nips playfully at the oversensitized flesh, smiling at the falsetto whimper he elicits as the young wolf's fingers dig into his scalp. He licks his way across the milky chest to the other nipple and abuses it even more thoroughly, reducing the beta to a moaning, writhing mess. Eager to reach his final destination, he kisses down the center of his chest, dips his tongue into his navel, and then follows the thin trail of dark hair to the waistband of his briefs.

Scott pauses to look up at Isaac, who is flushed and lightly panting. Then he gazes longingly at the tented fabric in front of him. He hooks his fingers under the elastic and slowly pulls the fabric down, allowing Isaac's long, slender cock to flip up into the air. He eyes the pulsating member, absorbing every detail, before reverently curling his fingers around the rock-hard shaft. He releases a breath he didn't realize he had been holding and slides his hand up to the head and back down. Isaac lets out a shuddering groan.

"Scott…" he begs breathlessly, "…please…"

Scott leans forward and places a soft kiss on the tip of his member and then glances up to meet glazed blue eyes.

"Oh god…" Isaac pants, "…just…j-just…unggh!" He's cut off as Scott's hot, wet mouth abruptly clamps down around him. His back arches off the bed and his hands clench the sheets.

Scott twists his tongue around the smooth rod and begins bobbing up and down, suctioning down as tightly as he can manage. In no time at all he is able to devour the entire length.

"Sweet….ahhhhh….mother of….unnnf," Isaac rambles incoherently. "D-d-don't…stop."

Scott hums in contentment and continues to deep throat him, pushing him to the very edge and then pulling off with a pop. Isaac's body jerks and shudders as it reaches futilely for that elusive high.

"Damnit Scott!" Isaac snaps.

"What?" Scott asks innocently. "I don't want you to cum yet." Then he sits up and pulls Isaac's briefs the rest of the way off and tosses them carelessly over his shoulder. He leans down to whisper in his ear, "Now I have a present for you." He cups the formidable bulge in his own tight briefs, jiggling it for Isaac's benefit.

Isaac eyes the tented fabric ravenously, nearly choking when Scott slips his own hand into the briefs to grab himself and direct the broad head of his cock out the slit in front. Isaac is in awe as inch after perfect inch is maneuvered out the opening. Lastly, Scott pulls his swollen balls out too, and they drop heavily to dangle below the suspended shaft.

Isaac hastily flips himself around onto his hands and knees and crawls up to the alpha towering over him. Without missing a beat, he lunges forward and attacks the leaking cock. Taking a different approach, he worships the delectable piece of meat by licking and kissing every inch of it from the sides rather than trying to stretch around it. Scott's moans let him know that he's performing more than satisfactorily. Every so often he drops down and sucks a hulking ball into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue before moving back up to the pole. The masculine flavor of his skin just makes Isaac needier, hungrier for more.

When he has Scott's cock dripping profusely with saliva he pulls back, panting heavily. He rises up on his knees to face Scott and kisses him sloppily. When they surface for air minutes later, he presses their foreheads together and locks eyes with him.

"I…want you…to fuck me," Isaac pants.

Scott's face goes from lusty to livid in two seconds flat. He shoves Isaac roughly away from him. Isaac feels an icy cold dread as he looks up at the red-faced alpha. He feels his eyes mist over again and mentally beats himself for being so weak. But before he can escape the room, Scott is shoving him onto his back and hovering over him, face-to face. He leans in until their noses brush together and their breaths mingle between them.

"I am never, ever going to 'fuck' you," Scott growls.

Isaac grits his teeth and tries to push the bulky teen off of him. But Scott simply presses down harder onto him.

"FUCK YOU!" Isaac screams, a single tear escaping his eye.

"I said I won't fuck you," Scott replies, his face and voice softening considerably as he brushes the tear off his cheek. He leans in closer until their lips ghost over each other. "But…I will make love to you," he whispers.

Isaac's eyes widen in disbelief. He suddenly wants to cry for an entirely different reason. But he doesn't have time because his body subconsciously jerks upwards to smash their lips back together. Their tongues reunite fleetingly but Scott breaks away quickly.

"Is that ok with you?" Scott asks quietly, sounding uncertain and maybe a little nervous for once.

Isaac feels his mouth spreading into a grin as he nods slightly. Scott grins back before kissing him fiercely. He pecks his way around to Isaac's ear and then purrs into it, "So, I'm starving."

"R-really?" Isaac stutters, distracted by the warm breath on his face and the fingers toying with his balls.

"Yeah," Scott replies huskily. "Know what I'm starving for?"

"W-what?"

"Your hot, tight, little ass," he whispers, nipping at his earlobe.

Isaac blushes ridiculously at the dirty words, but eagerly flips over onto his stomach and arches his back to proffer up his aching hole. Scott groans when he sees how incredibly sexy the prostrate boy truly is. He pulls his own briefs the rest of the way off and throws them on the floor before diving face first between the firm cheeks. He squeezes the flexing muscles as his tongue burrows greedily into the puckered ring. Isaac chomps down on the pillow to stifle the pathetic moans surging from his mouth. He presses back on the intruding appendage, desperate for it to go deeper. Scott licks and kisses and drills away at the pink hole, realizing that he will never be able to satiate his hunger for this boy.

When his ass is sufficiently slathered with spit, Scott turns the whimpering boy back over and reconnects their lips in a deep, wet kiss. As their tongues dance feverishly, he surreptitiously slips two fingers up inside the beta. Isaac gasps into his mouth and presses down farther onto the digits. The kiss grows even more heated as Scott begins to pump his fingers in and out of the spasming entrance, his shifting angle finally jabbing the young wolf's prostate and forcing out a string of soprano cries and swearing. After several more jabs, Isaac grabs Scott's arm and removes his hand from inside him.

"Please," he pleads breathily. "I need you inside me….now."

Scott couldn't resist that voice even if he wanted to. He spreads his lover's legs apart and slots himself between them. Isaac hooks his legs tightly around his waist and looks up at him pleadingly. Scott lines up his cock and allows the head to slip inside. Isaac's mouth falls open in a silent sigh and his eyes roll back into his head.

Scott is worried he hurt him for a moment until Isaac whines, "G-go….d-d-deeper."

Scott eases his way down farther into that tight heat, fighting to restrain himself, until he is halfway submerged.

"Please…" Isaac gasps, "…all…the way…"

Scott is surprised but not about to argue. He slowly slides the rest of his length inside until he is fully sheathed. He gasps at the sensation, the overwhelming pressure already driving him to the edge. Isaac grabs onto his arms, fingernails digging into his skin. Scott leans in and kisses him softly, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

He pulls back to ask, "Ready?"

"Ungh…god yes…just move," Isaac groans in reply.

Scott pulls his dick out and then rocks back inside, making Isaac shudder. He adjusts his angle slightly and repeats the motion, this time provoking a loud cry from the smaller boy. He pushes his legs up farther so he can sink in even deeper and then initiates a steady rhythm of powerful thrusts. His lithe muscles ripple beneath his tanned flesh as he fluidly rolls his hips in graceful gyrations. While the force is intense, their pace remains slow, sensual, and passionate. Every forward plunge is punctuated by a keening cry from the beta and every withdrawal by a sharp intake of breath.

Their lips and tongues regularly meet in heated exchanges, savoring one another until their bodies' demand for oxygen becomes too great to ignore. Hands roam freely over feverish skin, slick with sweat. Glazed eyes remain locked together, communicating their desire with no need for further words.

They maintain their relaxed, erotic tempo for the better part of a half hour until they are both riding the edge of a knife, desperate to fall off into ecstasy.

"I-I…w-want…." Isaac pants longingly, "…I….need to…"

Scott presses their foreheads together, looking deep into his eyes. For the first time, he begins to increase his pace.

"Cum for me," he whispers huskily, nipping at his bottom lip. He threads their fingers together and pins Isaac's arms to the bed as his rutting becomes more and more frantic and unrestrained. Isaac's moans escalate into anguished wails while his tortured body writhes against the assault.

The beta's orgasm hits like an atom bomb mere seconds later. His vision flares white, his back cracks as it arches violently, he yanks futilely at Scott's hands, and he screams without making a sound. Stream after stream of thick, hot cum splatter across both of their chests.

Before he is even completely spent, Scott kisses him fiercely as his hips jerk and shudder and he shoots his own seed deep inside his mate with a rumbling growl.

They hold the kiss for a few moments longer before they burst apart, both struggling to catch their breaths. Scott allows his softening member to slip out of the stretched passage and collapses on top of Isaac. They lock eyes, silent for a minute, until Scott breaks out into a broad grin. Isaac smiles giddily back at him and soon they are both descending into a fit of giggles.

Once they manage to calm down, Scott plants a firm kiss on his lips and then resumes smiling at him while stroking his fingers fondly through his soft curls.

"So….do I still have to sleep on the floor?" Isaac inquires playfully.

"Well," Scott responds, "I guess if you really want to. But only if I can stay down there with you. Preferably pounding you into the carpet," he teases.

Isaac pulls him into a deep kiss and smirks, toying with the wiry hair at the base of his flaccid cock. "I look forward to trying it," he counters.

Eventually, Scott climbs off of his lover and pulls the blanket back over them both. He lays on his back and hooks an arm around Isaac, pulling him close. Isaac rest his head against a firm pectoral and listens to the alpha's strong heartbeat.

"Hey Scott," Isaac begins nervously. He realizes it's probably way too soon to be using the "L" word, but he doesn't care. After all, Scott had already used it earlier.

"I know," Scott whispers back before he can work up the guts to continue. He kisses him gently. "Me too," he sighs.

"Hey Scott," he says again a few minutes later.

"Yeah," Scott yawns.

"Tonight was amazing, right?"

"I think it goes pretty fucking far beyond amazing."

"Good. I thought so too," he agrees nervously. "But I was thinking…"

"Yes?" Scott encourages, getting sleepier by the second.

"I was thinking that maybe…maybe we could…you know…someday…have another round or two of that rough, crazy wolf sex," he murmured anxiously.

Scott is wide awake now. "Really?" he asks incredulously.

"Yeah. I think it would be fun. Especially if I could…you know…shift too."

Scott lets out a bark of laughter. "I think that sounds like a blast," he purrs. He kisses Isaac yet again, nipping sharply at his lip. Isaac grins excitedly and then settles back down onto his chest. Scott wraps him in a tight embrace and together they fall asleep.

The next morning, Melissa plans on surprising her son with a massive pancake breakfast. She hums happily to herself as she cooks, in an exceptionally cheery mood after her very successful date last night.

She loads up a tray with more than enough pancakes even for Scott and a large glass of OJ and makes her way quietly up the steps and down the hall. His room door is slightly ajar so she just pushes it open with the edge of the tray and walks straight in.

"Guess what? I made breakf-…." the words die on her lips and the tray falls to the floor, juice and pancakes flying everywhere. She can only stare, stunned, at the spectacle in front of her.

At some point the blanket had fallen off the bed in the night, leaving two very naked boys lying exposed in a tangled heap of limbs.

"Oh…my….god," Isaac groans, burying his face in the mattress in mortification.

"MOM!" Scott roars throwing a pillow at her but missing completely.

Melissa jumps and far too late claps a hand over her own eyes, bits of her son and his friend that she should have never ever seen etching themselves into her memory forever. She takes a deep breath, holds it in for a few counts to collect herself, and releases it.

"Ok," she states, still covering her face. "This is what's going to happen. I'm going to go back downstairs and fix more pancakes. You two are going to put on some clothes, ensuring that all inappropriate body parts are completely covered and back where they belong. Then you're going to clean up this mess and come downstairs for breakfast. And we are going to pretend this never happened." Then she turns and blindly storms out of the room and back down to the kitchen.

The two blushing boys look at each other nervously for several awkward seconds and then they simultaneously burst out laughing. Once they calm down they take a few minutes to make out before cleaning up the spilled food.

Breakfast is a silent, uncomfortable affair with no one willing to look at each other. Isaac scarfs his pancakes down as quickly as possible and then excuses himself to go take a shower. After Scott and his mom finish, she calls him to help with the dishes.

"So what exactly made you think it was ok to be doing…whatever it was you two were doing under my roof?" she demands angrily.

"I'm sorry!" Scott cries, "We didn't mean to do anything. It just kind of…happened."

"It just happened?" Melissa inquires skeptically, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "Come on, Scott, I wasn't born yesterday. We've all used that one before."

Scott looks at her warily, unsure whether or not she's about to explode. Then she elbows him playfully in the side, making him giggle like a little boy.

"Just lock the door next time," she orders.

"Ok," Scott laughs.

"There are some things a mother can never unsee," she lectures. "And that part of you was one of those things."

Scott blushes. "Sorry," he mumbles again.

"Although," she muses, "if there is one thing I now know, it's that you are definitely keeping that boy more than satisfied." She directs a pointed glance down to his crotch and back up.

"MOM," Scott wails, turning cherry red in humiliation.

"What?" she chides. "I'm just saying. You certainly take after your father in that regard."

"UGGHH…Mom….shut up!" he cries, plugging his ears with his fingers. Melissa just laughs and thumps him on the back.

"Now. Go get cleaned up." she commands. "After Isaac is done in the shower," she adds on second thought, with a knowing smile. Scott just grins cheekily back at her and heads up the steps.

"And wash your sheets!" she yells after him.

Thanks for reading. I have one more chapter planned for this one, but first I'm going to add another installment to my older fic "The Back Seat".

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