Title: Jealous Werewolf Lovers
Pairing: Stiles x Isaac || Stisaac
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Teen Wolf.

Note || Part One

Stiles growled as Isaac walked away. Well fine! Be that way! He huffed and crossed his arms while twisting around and walking in the opposite direction. Stiles' shoulders sagged in silent - momentary - defeat. He wouldn't stay down! And he'd get is revenge! Just you wait Isaac! Stiles moved in the direction of the library - free period. Isaac had planned it perfectly.

How could he just lay something like that on him! How? It was so completely unfair. Rude eve! He huffed once more. Yeah, there was no way he was going to let it go. Not a freakin chance!

It's for English class, he said. I don't want to, he said. She's not my type, he said. I love you, he said. Monica is trying to rile you up, he said. She wants you to fight with me, he said. By doing this you are letting her win, he said. You know I only like guys, he said. I'm dating you - not her, he said.

Stiles growled. He wouldn't be having an issue if Isaac had just said something to begin with. Like he really wanted to hear their studying was going to be done at her house?! Really!

He huffed indignantly and stomped into the library. Stiles needed a distraction. His eyes lit up as they got caught on Danny.

Perfect!

"Hey Danny-O! What's up?"

Danny rolled his eyes and placed his Psychology book on the brown wooden table. "Not much?"

"Danny!" Stiles whined.

Danny chuckled. "Trouble in animal-dise?"

"Cute," Stiles snorted. "How's Ethan?"

Danny's eyes glittered happily. "Great, can't say the same for my lower back or neck." He grinned wickedly and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Nice!" Stiles grinned. "So what is the love couple doing to night?"

Danny pouted. "The twins are meeting up with Derek." His brows furrowed. "Didn't you know . . ."

Stiles growled at the implication of Isaac.

"Woa! What's wrong with your love-life?" Danny asked. He leaned forward over the table.

Gossip was oxygen to any girl.

"He has to work on a project with Monica." He hissed the name out. Nose scrunching as if a bitter taste had suddenly covered his tongue.

Danny's lips formed an o in understanding. "I see, so what are you doing tonight?"

Stiles shrugged.

"Well then," Danny smirked. "Let's go to the club."

Stiles eyes sparkled. "This is why you are my favorite gay friend!"

"I'm the only gay friend you have." Danny shook his head, but didn't fight the smile that covered his lips. "But I'll let it slide." His dark eyes sparkled. "Come over before hand so we can pick out out-fits?"

Stiles nodded. "Of course!"

. . .

Stiles' nose scrunched as he breathed in the stilted air. "I hate the smell but I love the candy."

"I know!" Danny grinned. "But remember we both have candy at home. We shouldn't get a tooth ache before then."

Stiles laughed loudly - his voice drowning out in the loud music. "Let's find some beef-cakes!"

"Beef-cakes?" Danny snorted.

Stiles shrugged, "I was in a Nicki Minaj mood on the way over to your house." He grinned and wrapped his slender fingers around Danny's wrist and pulled him into the sweaty, writhing masses of males.

Danny followed easily. He yanked Stiles back against him before the smaller could pull him out of the hordes of grinding bodies. He pulled Stiles up against his chest and began to move. His head tilted down to the younger's ear. "We have to show them we want to play."

Stiles nodded and closed his eyes. His arm moved up and back to wrap around Danny's shoulder.

"We have to get them interested. If you go home smelling like me - you won't have any fun."

Stiles smirked. True.

Boys. Boys. Boys. I'm looking for a good time. Boys. Boys. Boys. I'm ready for your love.

Their bodies swayed easily, finding a rhythm.

Mmmmm. Stiles had missed this. Note: make Isaac go clubbing with me.

"Fun?" Danny whispered.

Stiles nodded.

"Well, good. We seem to be attracting some very good-looking play-toys." Danny cooed softly.

Stiles grinned and slowly opened his eyes - keeping them hooded. Ooh. Good looking indeed.

"You ready to separate?" Danny whispered while letting his tongue peek out to run across the shell of Stiles' ear.

Stiles jerked back against Danny. He didn't like anyone but Isaac around his ears. A shiver coursed through his body as Danny slow disentangled their limbs and began his own search. Stiles closed his eyes and continued to dance.

He'd wait. They'd come.

It wasn't long before a warm body pressed up against his back, drawing him close.

"A sexy boy like you shouldn't be left alone like this." A deep voice purred in his ear.

A shiver trailed of Stiles' spine. His lips curled up in a slow smirk. Time for some fun.

. . .

Isaac growled as he shoved the blonde away.

"What's wrong?" She smiled. "I thought this was what you wanted."

Isaac snorted. "Why would you think that?" He shook his head while grabbing his book bag. "I'll talk tot he teacher about different partners. This isn't working."

"Seriously?" She blinked. "Why do you like Stiles over me?" She made a show of presented her very female body.

Isaac grinned. "He as quite a lovely cock."

"What!" her jaw dropped, as she stood frozen watching him leave.

Isaac slammed the door shut as he dropped into the camaro Derek was letting him barrow. "How did I not see that?" He shook his head and pulled out his I-phone. A frown marred his supple lips as Stiles continued to not pick up. With a huff, Isaac gave up and called Scott.

"Can't talk, with Allison."

Isaac simpered as he rolled his eyes. Figures. He called one of the other pack members.

"Hey?"

Isaac smiled. "Ethan?"

"Yep."

Isaac started the car and backed out of the driveway. "Stiles is with Danny, right?"

"Yeah," Ethan chuckled.

Isaac sighed. "They are your house?"

"What did you do?" Ethan's smirk could be heard through the phone.

The curly-haired blonde frowned. "Why do you say I did something?"

"They are at the club." Ethan chuckled. "Aiden, Derek and I are together - training."

Isaac growled darkly. "What?" He hissed through clenched teeth.

You see, Isaac's wolf . . . Well Isaac . . . Isaac has a possessive issue. As in Stiles is his and belongs to only him. It could also be said that Isaac has sharing issues. As in, he refuses to share Stiles with anyone. It's also true that Isaac has trouble letting Stiles hang out with Danny and Scott. Yes, Isaac knows they are just friends, it's the principle of the fact. Isaac hates when Stiles smells like anything but him -Isaac- self. Hell! His wolf side hates it more - which only fuels his obsessively possessive side.

"You had to have pissed him off." Ethan chuckled. "Why else would Stiles insist on going to the club?"

Isaac grumbled under his breath. "I might have upset him."

"Might?"

Isaac heaved a loud sigh. "Okay! I upset him. Where is he?"

"Club Loca."

Isaac growled. "A gay club."

"Yep," Ethan smirked. "You going get him?"

Isaac growled once more before hissing out a yesss.

"Well, I'll meet you there. I wanna see this."

. . .

Isaac's nose scrunched in distaste as he followed Ethan through the entrance to the club. The smell was horrid. He reeled in on his senses while using his ears to locate Stiles. It was something he had found out was special to those who had found mates. The heart beat was an off step mirror of his own. Isaac's eyes turned hooded as he listened to the thuds in the building.

Ethan did the same.

Both boys walked easily through the masses - their stature and 'don't fuck with me' altitude making it easy.

"Do you sense them?" Isaac whispered.

Ethan shrugged. "I found Danny - but they are-" He stopped eyes widening in shock.

"What?" Isaac frowned.

Ethan chuckled. "You really pissed him off."

"What do you mean?" Isaac jerked as Ethan shoved his head in the opposite direction. He froze, blood running cold. His eyes narrowed as the wolf with him stretched and began to pace - growling. He watched.

Watched as STBD - Soon To Be Dead - guy reached forward and grabbed his Stiles' hand pulling him away from his former dance partner and into his - STBD - own arms.

Isaac growled. His teeth ached as the canines grew.

"Keep it together." Ethan whispered - enjoying the show.

STBD purred softly into the his Stiles' ear. STBD licked the shell and smirked as His Stiles collapsed against him with a small mewl. STBD slender hands gripped His Stiles' narrowed hips while pulling His Stiles closer.

Isaac's shoulders hunched forward. STBD was going to die - now. His Stiles. The boy is mine! The animal within him pushed to the edge. His Mate. His ears tweaked as he listened to Stiles.

"Name's Stiles," His voice was smooth and honeyed. He breathed out with a smirk as the other shook with a slight tremor. He was having fun. But the rational side of his brain was under the distinct impression he was being watched. He pushed back against the guy behind him. Not as big as Isaac.

STBD chuckled, "How about you come home with me for a friend's birthday present?" STBD licked his lips and grinded harder against the clearly teenaged boy.

Stiles moaned once more picturing Isaac. It would be so much hotter if it was Isaac. He glanced up with hooded eyes at the man behind him - Eh, not even a little hot. Damn. "I don't like girls." He pointed out before smirking devilishly. "You want me as a birthday present?" He pushed his ass back against the other's forming hard on. Shamelessly he began to grind against him.

This was Isaac's fault. Stiles was going to have his fun.

Isaac roared - deafened out by the music. He shot forward and ripped Stiles away from the STBD. "Leave," he hissed. His blue eyes glittered dangerously.

Stiles fell ward, tumbling against a hard chest. A chest he knew very, very well. He smiled softly, heart fluttering, as he tucked himself against the other's hard body.

Isaac's anger eased as he felt the small cuddle against him. His mate was his. Isaac focused on the man in front of them. "Why are you still here? He clearly isn't going home with you." He snapped, canines still lengthened.

Stiles cooed softly while wrapping his arms around Isaac's waist. "You came?"

"What do you think you were doing" Isaac snapped. "You are clearly drunk."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "I'm not that drunk." He heaved a small sigh and shook his head. "I'm having fun." He detached himself from his mate. "You're the one who had to study, not me."

Isaac groaned. "Really?"

"What?" Stiles blinked. "I wanted a good fuck - but you had to go play house."

Isaac froze.

Stiles groaned, cheeks heating up. Way to go dip-shit. He whirled around and surged forward.

Isaac grabbed Stiles before he could get far.

"Hey!" Stiles squeaked. "Where are we going?"

Dark glittering eyes greeted him.

A shiver crawled up Stiles' spine at the tingle induce look he received. His knees turned to jello and his mind began to shut down. Blood traveled south. His mouth dried out - the sudden urge to suck on something becoming to strong.

Isaac groaned at the wave of arousal that hit him. Stiles smell delicious. He took a deep breath as he reached outside. He spun around and yanked Stiles against him. "I can't believe you would dance with that." The human wasn't worth recognition.

Stiles chuckled and wrapped his arms around Isaac's neck - shamelessly using the other to rut against. "Really?"

"Did you have to come dancing?" Isaac growled while letting his hands slide down to cup Stiles' firm bubble butt before lifting. He smirked as the younger tightly wrapped his legs around Isaac's waist. "With that?"

Stiles snorted and rolled his hips. "Is that really what you want to think about?" A smirk adorned his bow shaped lips as the curly-haired blonde reacted the way he wanted.

Isaac groaned. He pushed himself forward and squished Stiles in between him and the camaro. His head lowered to his mate's neck. His supple lips separated as his tongue peaked out. "Should I fuck you against the car? Or make you wait as punishment for dancing with him?"

Stiles arched in sensitivity - giving the wolf more room. A whimper fell from his lips. He'd always been one for dirty talk. Dammit, the other knew it too!

Isaac's teeth grazed against Stiles' ivory colored skin littered with tiny - adorable - moles. He nipped softly before biting harshly.

Stiles yelped and arched. His arms and legs tightened around the elder reflexively.

"Well?" Isaac asked, continuing his ministrations as he waited for an answer.