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Isaac threw his head in his neck, moaning loudly. “Oh Scott.” He whimpered. The claws were really doing him for, he loved it. 

He smirked around Isaac’s cock at his reaction.  He reached out for the lube and carefully coated the fingers of his right hand, forcing the claws back.  He carefully started rubbing against Isaac’s entrance, before carefully slipping one finger inside of him, massaging his insides as he slowly bobbed his head, taking Isaac’s cock in and out of his mouth.

“Do you aspire to do worse than him. God, I’d love to be on the recieving end of that.”  He pulled Scott in for a hungry kiss and bucked his hips into Scott’s grip. 

He hissed as his skin was cut a bit.  It made his claws come out, and he had to be more careful as he stroked Isaac’s cock.

“It is not a matter of love, Scott, it is a intense thing, but Derek will never love me. And my love is a twisted thing. I can’t easily say if I love Derek. I always keep wanting to please the more dominant wolves around me. And Derek was readily available when I was a new pup. Boyd and Erica drew to each other and I got to have Derek.” Isaac looked away.

“Where the hell are you getting your information?  Derek? He’s not qualified.  Deaton told me everything about this sort of thing. You’re rare, Isaac.  A beta in heat.  It’s not common.”

Isaac cupped Scott’s face and ran a nail over his cheek, opening the skin just a little. He had learned that in heat, he loved to get a bit of pain mixed into the game, but he also knew that Scott had to be provoked. “No silly, not Peter. He would have been dead again if it were him.” He smiled softly.

Scott stopped, stalled, couldn’t move as he processed the information.  His head tilted to the side as he looked at where they were; on Derek’s bed.  The glowing red in his eyes vanished and he pulled back a bit.

Isaac cupped the back of Scott’s skull as they kissed. His own fangs slunk back and he pressed his tongue against Scott’s. He moaned into the kiss and pulled Scott onto his lap. It was rather unconventional, but Scott was smaller.

The mention of having to fight for Isaac brought the alpha back out of him.  His claws dug into the bed and he growled lightly against Isaac’s skin.

Isaac unbuckled his belt. “You don’t take the anatomy class to serious, do you.” He dropped his pants and his boxers. “My prostate alines with my testicles.” He cupped Scott through his jeans. “About 4 inches higher, at the front side of my body. So if you want to make this real, you don’t have me on my knee’s.” Isaac said with his usual coy British way. But he was not joking. There was a lot Scott needed to be taught, apparently.

Scott blinked, his eyes losing some of the light behind the alpha red.  He let out a breath and laughed softly.

Isaac chuckled dryly. “We are talking about Derek, he always has a reasonable stash of everything. I hope you like em menthol lined. I sure do.” He nudged Scott off and walked over to Derek’s bed. He knelt beside it and pulled out a wooden box with several celtic seals engraved. He remembered Derek once saying his mother would get pissed when she would knew he was using this box to conseal his inner pervert. 

There were things in that box that Scott never wanted to ever think about again.  Ever.  Especially where Derek was concerned.  And then he found himself looking at Derek’s bed and a dark smirk came to his lips. What better way to tell Derek that he was part of the pack than to have sex on his bed?  Maybe Derek might want to join them at some point.

Isaac kissed back with a clash of fangs, lips and tongue’s. His claws tore at Scott’s shirt and ripped it to ribbons.

He growled against Isaac’s skin at the mention that he would heal, he pulled away though, because if he did this now; then they would be doing it wrong.

Isaac leaned down to take a good wiff of Scott’s scent. He pressed his plevis against Scott’s and breathed heavily. “You know what is going to happen next, don’t you?” He asked the smaller man. 

He knew exactly what was going to happen.  But that didn’t change one major fact.

Isaac had already taken the helmet up and placed it on the low table. Almost by instinct, he ran a hand through his curls and released more Pheromone. “A cold shower would be pretty good.” He said, toeing out of his shoes and placing them where they always stood, beside the kitchenblock.

With each new movement that Isaac made, more pheremones were released, and it was having a major affect on Scott.  His eyes were stuck on red, his fangs had lowered and his claws had come out to play.  Add the fact that he was already rock hard in his pants and it was clear that his control was at zero.

Isaac put on the helmet and sat down behind Scott. His arms slung around the Alpha’s waist and he held on tight. 

Feeling Isaac against his back sent a low growl rumbling through his chest.  He closed his eyes tightly for a moment before starting up the bike and leaving the school parking lot.  His heart was pounding in his chest, and he knew that he needed to do something…fast.

“P-please bring me to the loft.” Isaac breathed. “I need to get out of here, now.” The desperation in his voice made him cringe. His hands claws at Scott’s shoulders. 

Scott nodded.

“Yes I do.” He held up his phone. “Derek is going to mountain ash the Loft. It’s going to be the maiden vault the coming week.” Isaac tries his best to remain strong in front of Scott.

His eyes roamed down Isaac’s body when he heard the whimper again.  Clearly being around him was making Isaac uncomfortable…in more ways than one.  But at the same time he couldn’t just let Isaac go off on his own.  There were so many wolves in town now.  Not to mention that he didn’t really trust Peter to keep his hands off of Isaac.

Scott wasn’t sure why, but the idea of Isaac leaving was enough to make him growl.  It was a damn good thing that the halls were empty.  He moved in closer, trying to box Isaac in. He wanted more of that scent.  He wanted to roll in it.  He wanted to breed Isaac, to fill him up, to claim him.

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He had been trying to figure out where the scent had been coming from all day.  It was intoxicating and he wanted it.  Badly.

He pressed his fingers to his lips so he wouldn’t laugh. It was a common reaction, for someone to hug him as a automatic reaction, without really thinking about it.

“I’m not really sure.  I have to admit that I didn’t think this far ahead.”

He had yet to meet anyone else from his House, and in fact didn’t know that other living members even existed. For all that he knew, he was completely and utterly alone, and was the last member of his planet entirely.

He was suddenly very aware that he was hugging Superman.  He took a large step back, even though it had felt nice to be hugging someone from the same place.  Someone he didn’t have to hold back on his strength with.