| SEASON THREE EPILOGUE |

Scott awoke first. It was the smell of Melissa's spicy Italian meatballs that drove his eyes to open and when they did they landed on the outer wall of Isaac's bedroom. It was rather close to his face, Isaac's bed only a single, so he tried to turn and found Isaac's heavy arm keeping him firmly tucked against him. Scott smiled lightly at the sentiment, subconsciously trying to let the moment fill him up with the positive emotions surrounding it in hopes that it would replace that morning's recurring devastation at the loss of Allison. "Isaac?" he said softly.

"Hmm?" the taller boy mumbled, clearly half-asleep. He somewhat stirred, his hand resting on Scott's chest lightly rubbing down Scott's less-saturated red V-neck-clad chest and then back up against, accidentally slipping underneath to caress his boyfriend's bare skin. Scott hummed at the touch and grabbed Isaac's hand over his shirt, squeezing it affectionately. Isaac let out a snort to clear his nose before tugging his alpha closer to his chest. "How you feeling?"

"Hungry," Scott answered, side-stepping the real intent of the question.

Isaac took one sniff and smirked. "Mmm, yeah I could go for that."

"They're the best," Scott confirmed as the blonde wrapped his leg over Scott's thigh, pressing them closer together in areas. "I was kinda' hoping to go get some," he pushed teasingly.

"We will," the blonde said as he ran his flattened hand firmly down Scott's torso, stopping just above his waistline. He planted a light kiss in the back of the brunette's hair, threatening to dip underneath the band when he pulled away altogether and took off, flinging the door open.

"You're such a tease!" Scott yelled with a grin, rolling and hopping onto his feet to chase after Isaac when he heard a thunk and a small crash. Panic sunk into his shoulders and Scot hurried quicker to the top of the stairs. With no beta in sight he yelled out, "You okay?"

"Yeah!" Isaac answered immediately. Scott walked down the steps sans-panic and looked over towards the kitchen to see Isaac fallen over o his ass next to a fully suited Rafael McCall, also on the floor.

"Scott," the man said albeit irritably, acknowledging his son's presence.

"What're you doing here?" he replied, first helping up Isaac before turning to help up his father.

"Checking on your mom. Staying for dinner. If that's alright?"

Scott looked from his dad, to Isaac, to the kitchen, and back to his dad. He nodded and Rafael only eyed Isaac as he went to sit at the kitchen table, hoping his son would follow to chat before setting up for dinner.

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"Thank you for dinner," Isaac said as Melissa stood before him next to the front door.

"You don't have to thank me for every meal, Isaac," she said encouragingly. "You're part of the family."

"Even more a reason to thank you when you cook," Isaac replied. He looked up the stairs, helmet tucked under his arm and a jacket clad around his torso.

"You boys be careful. It'll get dark soon." Isaac nodded and peered over her shoulder and, after seeing Mr. McCall was turned to the side and putting dried dishes away in the cabinet, he flashed his yellow eyes at her with a grin. "Still," she said after jumping slightly, smacking his arm, eliciting a wider grin. Scott came down after a moment, he too clad in garb that would be suitable for their evening, late-autumn ride.

"We'll be back," the alpha said before kissing him mom's cheek and she in turn hugged them both. The couple walked out to the bike parked out front and they took off towards Allison's grave. It wasn't too far a drive to the reserve, a more secluded place that, unless someone was intentionally looking for it, would incredibly unlikely be discovered.

"Are you sure you wanna' do this? So soon I mean?" Isaac asked, the pair walking through the forest with their hands intertwined, the space completely open and freeing. Scott only squeezed the warm appendage and Isaac could see the pain in Scott's face struggling to break free. So Isaac changed the subject…kind of. "Something weird happened."

"Hmm?"

"Argent…Chris…he, uh, well we talked on the way back this morning." Scott only looked at him, curious as the statement seemed rather obvious. "He's leaving for France tomorrow. Said he needs some time." Scott looked forward again, understand completely; if Isaac weren't there with him, the part of him that wanted to take flight would be exponentially stronger. "But he said something else. I…well I'm not sure I could've ever fathomed this. He, uh, when he gets back he…he wants to train me." Scott's eyebrow went up. "Like a hunter."

"That's…yeah, that's new," Scott admitted.

Isaac just shrugged and smirked. "Maybe I'll be able to kick your ass when I'm finished."

"Derek's been working with me," Scott pointed out, "so probably not," he finished with a wink and a grin. Isaac bumped his hip into Scott playfully, returning the smile. "Ethan sent me a text while we were asleep."

"Change his mind?"

Scott shook his head. "Danny knows apparently."

"Didn't see that one either."

Scott shook his head in agreement.

"Hey, before we get there, I just wanna' say things are gonna' be different from now on," Isaac admitted. Again Scott looked at him expectantly, the pause in his boyfriend's thoughts and words peeking his curiosity too much. "With what happened, to both of them actually, I'm gonna' make an effort with Stiles. I owe you that much."

"Isaac, you don't owe—"

"He's your best friend so I owe it you. I'm gonna' try harder, even though I know he's a stubborn eccentric little sh—"

"Hem," Scott interrupted, smirking. "He's pack, that's all that matters."

Isaac breathed out. "Yes, fine, he's pack." And then he stopped them.

"Isaac?"

"I think…yeah, we're going the wrong way," he admitted with a grin. Scott laughed at him and shook his head, following Isaac wherever he was leading them now.

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When they got home it was definitely dark, as in just after ten dark. Scott had needed his time, and even on the way home Isaac could feel some of the breathing contortions in his boyfriend's chest. But when they actually dismounted the bike, the alpha seemed better. Better enough to grab Isaac's hand, kiss it, and lead the taller boy into the house by that hand. The only light left on was in the kitchen over the sink, but when they looked closer they saw the light out back was on as well and there sat Scott's parents. Talking. Reacquainting?

The boys exchanged a look before racing upstairs and hopping excitedly into Scott's room, closing the door behind them. Yes, it was danger. Yes, both of Scott's parents were just downstairs. So they'd have to be quiet. Use their werewolf enhanced hearing to find out when they came back in. Or, at last minute, up the stairs. So Scott, with that in mind, didn't waste time in divulging them both of their shirts and linking their lips and tongues together.

They fell to the bed and for a while, under the heat and lust and the passion and the excitement and the urgency, the mangled lips and chest to chest contact seemed to satisfy it all. Scott was on top, rocking and grinding and moaning into the hands on his back and Isaac was returning in fold, the hand on his pec and the other on his bicep more than enough contact to excite him. And excited they were, and Scott, the alpha, he allowed for more. He straightened up on his knees and peered down at the lust-stricken pouty red lips of the blonde below him. Isaac looked as a god in that moment, chiseled Greek, Olympian.

Scott removed his own pants first, his black socks and boxer-briefs the only things left. Isaac breathed harder at what was happening, his cheeks reddening hard when Scott fumbled with the belt on Isaac's slim jeans. But they, too, fell to the far side of the bed under the window across from the bathroom and Scott leaned down, resuming the same position he'd been in: chest to chest, lips to lips, crotch to groin. This time, though, Isaac grabbed onto the tanner boy's bum, more defined and accessible by the black articles clad to them.

The alpha didn't stay there long, though, the red flashing in his eyes hinting that he was after something more tonight. And when Isaac's yellows replied without his intent, but smirked seductively regardless, Scott quickly removed the last of the black on his body, seating himself comfortably on the blonde hairy thighs of the tall beta beneath him. Isaac looked him over. All of him. His face. His defined chest and arms. His tattoo. His trail. His newly visible and pointed appendage. Isaac huffed, ready to flip them over and ravage the boy into the mattress.

Knock, knock.

"Scott?" came Rafael McCall's voice a second before he opened the door.

Author's Note: Late? Yes, sorry. Totally got held up and I suck. Evil? Also, yes, but not sorry. I figured a spicy alarming ending never hurt anyone so there you all have it. I'm gonna' miss working on this but, since this is the end, I encourage you all to check out my other stuff. I love comments, critiques, questions, etc. So keep following me for more Scisaac!