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These drabbles can be read chronologically or not. Dealer's choice. I'm writing them in a progression style but they all pretty much stand alone.

A/N: Sorry for the supppper long delay. But I'm back now so hopefully more stable updates. :)

The apartment they move into is small compared to the loft. But then again, everything seems small compared to the vastness of the loft. Isaac likes the apartment though. He likes that it's cozy, intimate, and most of all that it smells like them.

Isaac hears the front door open and close over the sound of his music from his second-bedroom-turned-art-studio. Derek is home from work. He got a job working construction not long after they moved here; wanting to keep what was left of his inheritance for an emergency safety net and refusing to touch Isaac's. The pay is good, so are the hours. And, with his werewolf strength and stamina, the physical demands of the work don't faze him. Plus he gets to be outside.

"Hey," Isaac said, looking away from his canvas and over his shoulder when he felt the other man in the door way.

Derek smiled softly and came off the doorway. "Hey," He parroted. His voice is low and scratchy, like his stubble against the side of his neck, making Isaac internally shiver. "That's really good."

"It's fruit." Basic comprehensive art study was necessary for the degree, but stimulating in subject matter it was not.

"It's still good." Derek tells him and Isaac's whole body shivered as the hot air of his breath washes over the side of his face and ear, wishing the hands on his hips would slip forward just that bit more. "Are you gonna be done soon?"

"Yeah…." Isaac sighs, trying not to snap his brush in half, and Derek chuckles.

"Come get me when you are then." He said and steps back from being pressed against Isaac. He stops though when the young man caught his hand, looking at him longingly. "I'm gross." Derek warned.

"I don't care." Isaac replied instantly. They hadn't been able to be intimate with each other in a while. With Isaac's night classes, and Derek's day work, and then both of them needing sleep, it had been put on the back burner.

But Derek was here, now, and they both weren't incredibly tired and, contrary to his opinion, the Alpha smelled amazing all sweaty and smelling of dirt and saw dust and testosterone. Derek doesn't seem to need any more confirmation than that and he is back to Isaac in an instant, kissing him wildly.

They are upright long enough to take off each other's shirt and undo their belts before they tumble to the floor, not caring that they've knocked over Isaac's easel and paints onto the tarp covering the floor in the process, too desperate to get the rest of their clothes off.

"Derek…" Isaac whines as the other bites and marks up his neck, relishing in the fact that they will stay there longer than regular bruises since they are the marks of an Alpha (his Alpha), but it's not what he wants.

The other man comes up from his chest to peck his lip teasingly before grabbing his pants. "Where you planning on getting lucky at work?" Isaac asked, brow arched as Derek pulled a bottle of lube out of his pocket.

"We were out." He huffed back at him, dropping the pants again with a 'thunk', and Isaac shook again at the thought that he planned this, that Derek had been planning to fuck him in his art room all day.

It doesn't take Derek long to stretch Isaac now. They've done this enough that, even with werewolf healing, it's easy. But still, Isaac moans and lashes out a hand to grasp Derek's bicep as his fingers fill him, painting the skin there blue with spilled paint.

"Derek…I need…"

"Sshhh," Derek coos and kisses Isaac silent. And Isaac goes lax, because Derek knows what he needs. He always knows what he needs.

The Beta lets out a cry, clawing at Derek's back and painting it blue too when he slides into him. The Alpha grunts, murmuring something about Isaac being tight before rolling his hips into him and covering Isaac's hips yellow as he holds them.

"Ah! O-Oh God….!" Isaac moans as Derek thrusts into him, almost punishing in his desperation to be close to Isaac and achieve release.

"I-Isaac!" Derek stammers before latching on to his gaping, panting mouth in a messy kiss.

It doesn't take long for him to cum. It has been a while, and they aren't playing for keeps. There was time for slow, gentle lovemaking in their bed later. Not right now.

"Hn…Derek…" Isaac whines as he felt Derek fill him and squirmed as his own hard cock rubbed against his abs. But he doesn't have to ask. Derek always knows what he needs, and reached down to jerk him a few times until he came too.

"We made a mess." Derek panted, lying on top of Isaac and he thought he meant the 'mess' they just made and was going to laugh when he noticed what he was talking about. They're all but covered in paint, reds, greens, blues, along with the floor and his easel and canvas are a mess. "Your painting…" Derek says, looking heartbroken that it's ruined, and Isaac craned his neck awkwardly to see that it was, indeed, ruined.

"It's ok," Isaac says, brushing his cheek and getting orange paint on his face and beard, "I didn't really like it anyway."

That night, Isaac feels incredibly inspired. And although his painting isn't fruit, like he was assigned, his teacher still gives him an 'A' for his impressive human anatomy study.

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