#scalion

Warning: Heads up, it gets pretty kinky at the end of the chapter, if light were-beastiality is not your thing then just skip over. It's not that long or super graphic just an idea I had about Deucalion after seeing how he reacted to Talia transforming. Also something I’ve noticed this kink to be more prominent in the Teen Wolf fandom in general.

The air was filled with heated breath and short gasps as Scott shoved Deucalion forward against the worn wall, grinding against him as the older wolf snarled. Scott brought his teeth to the exposed neck, biting hard enough to draw blood making Deucalion groan in both pleasure and anger as his fingers scrabbled at the wall in front of him. His wrists were bound loosely by his shirt that served more as a warning to not move his arms than actually restricting him. Scott had unfastened Deucalion's jeans and pushed them down to his thighs, one hand working on opening him up while the other scratched with human nails down his chest. Deucalion gave an agonized whine and pressed his forehead against the wall, breath stuttering and scent changing as Scott stretched him out.

"I did give you permission to touch yourself," Scott reminded and licked a path across Deucalion's collar, nipping harshly to mark his claim, darkness singing in his mind. Of course, he'd only given permission because he knew Deucalion would rather die than participate. Although their fights were no longer a savage ordeal, Deucalion would still not bow to him completely. His determination stoked a fire within Scott. He curled a finger and twisted, making Deucalion bite his lip and whine again, frustration clear.

Scott always did some type of 'foreplay' now, or at least had Deucalion prepare himself, learning his lesson well to never enter another dry. It had the added benefit of exciting Deucalion against his will and that was always something to see. Deeming him ready, Scott pulled himself out and slid into the other with a delicate slowness. Without school or the mysteries of Beacon Hills to satisfy him, Scott had taken to learning everything he could about wolves, particularly the one in front of him. He would spend hours mapping out Deucalion's body and learning how to play him, what made him whine, what had him thrashing in both pain and pleasure, what drove him to the very edge.

A harsh breath was released that was closer to a cough as Scott scraped over Deucalion's prostrate at just the right angle. Success. Scott's grin was deliberate as he sped up the pace, both of them mostly clothed and rutting against the wall. It set something primal off in him. He continued until Deucalion clenched around him, making the young man see stars and he pulled out quickly, too close too soon. In front of him, Deucalion sagged against the wall panting.

"You did that on purpose," Scott accused, hackles rising. Deucalion was learning a few things about him as well. They both growled and Scott rushed forward, wrapping his arms around the other and his hands found Deucalion's erection. He gripped it tightly and felt the man's legs shake, another whine slipping from his throat. "I'll make you regret that."

The bed was only a few feet away and he practically threw Deucalion on it. The older wolf struggled to sit up but Scott was on him in seconds, grabbing the red shirt that bound his hands and slamming them down against the mattress. Scott roared, eyes glowing red, and watched Deucalion's body react helplessly to it, breaking out into a sweat from lust as his voice seemed to catch in his throat, erection hardening further and swelling against his stomach. His claws extended but only to sink into the wooden headboard above them. Scott took the opportunity to remove his jeans and settle between Deucalion's legs, gripping each ankle in a hand.

"You know, I've been doing research on wolves," he commented idly. "Picked up a few things." Time to test a theory. Scott reached down and grabbed Deucalion under the knees, lifting up and pushing forward until he was almost doubled over, knees close to his head with only his shoulders, head, and arms touching the bed. Scott didn't know much about werewolves, or not as much as he'd like, but he could find just about anything on regular wolves, including mating habits. He took a moment to admire Deucalion and how exposed he was before bending down and dragging a tongue across his entrance.

Like a jolt of lighting had struck him, Deucalion yelped embarrassingly and immediately tried to pull away, which was undermined by his own body. His scent grew sharp and more potent. Perfect; wolf habits translated into sexual excitement for werewolves. Deucalion looked up at Scott, eyes bright red with sight and wary, scared of what Scott could do.

"Don't—" It was cut off and Scott gave a firm lick with the flat of his tongue to the perineum, before swirling back around the rim. "Fuck," Deucalion choked off before it morphed into a groan, helpless to the sensation as his cock hung a few inches from his face, thickening and precome starting to bead at the tip. Scott surged against him, flicking across heated skin, around the entrance before slowly teasing in. He drew out quickly and repeated the process for several minutes, drawing Deucalion into a near frenzied state. He played his tongue against Deucalion's sac as well, just the barest lick across his testicles making the man cry out. Irritation, arousal, fear, hate, and desperate need combined to make a heady scent that almost made Scott laugh. Deucalion's toes curled and knuckles grew white as he succumbed to Scott's onslaught.

"I knew you'd like this," Scott mouthed around him. "Just like a bitch in heat." He gave a long filthy lick, from top to bottom, like ice cream, and finally received a whimper for his trouble. Realizing his partner was getting close, Scott worked his tongue into Deucalion once more going as deep as he could before humming quietly in satisfaction. The vibrations were all it took to break Deucalion, tearing a loud sob from him as he came harshly over his neck and chest.

It was too much for Scott and a wicked darkness took hold of him, like a spreading of fire through his veins, and he pulled back. Deucalion unfolded underneath him and Scott grabbed his hips, ramming into him, fucking him as hard as he could. One thing he had learned about Deucalion was he became oversensitive after release and the action sent vicious waves of pleasure through his body in a never-ending orgasm.

Far past pleasure and even pain, Scott continued his assault, too far gone to realize what was happening. Deucalion's body shuddered and thrashed against his will beneath Scott, slave to his alpha's desires, skin forming bruises where Scott gripped him too hard. He had no more come left to give but his cock shook violently as he continued to orgasm, crying, screaming in utter agony and pleasure, teeth fully extended and neck bared, back arched so sharply it looked broken. In the madness Scott noticed that and reached forward, sinking his teeth into the offered neck and came with a deep moan as all his emotions clashing in that one moment.

The air finally went still and a blanket lifted from Scott's senses, making him aware of his surroundings again. He gasped for breath as his body shook from exhaustion, using all his energy to not fall on top of the older wolf. Scott pulled back, sitting up just slightly and at Deucalion's snarl, surveyed the damage. Thankfully not weeping in misery or anything dramatic, Deucalion's face was drawn tight underneath him, hands above his head with claws digging into his own skin as he tried to stay completely still. Any movement sent a raw jolt of agonizing pleasure through his screaming nerves.

His breath came out ragged as Scott settled himself more and their eyes locked for a moment. Preparing for another challenge, Scott let his fangs show and readied to snap his hips forward.

"Please." Scott blinked, caught off guard. "Please, stop." Begging. Deucalion was begging. Pleading with Scott to stop, to let him rest. Something ugly twisted in his chest. It wasn't meant to go like this, Deucalion was supposed to keep fighting him. They could keep going, all Scott had to do was slide himself over Deucalion's abused prostate and tear another orgasm from him and start the cycle again. "Please Alpha, just today. Give me today." Deucalion's throat tore with humiliation and shame. His face was red with anger at his body for enjoying it, for giving into Scott when that was the last thing he wanted, but despite whatever pride he thought he had left, he continued to beg, eyes bright but determined to let no tears fall. Scott had to admire him for that. The brief admiration was crushed by a wild urge that demanded Scott continue his cruelty, like fury and addiction it craved more.

But...

Something like a ghost of a memory flickered in Scott's mind, images of dust and shadowy figures in moonlight burned at his eyes, and the night everything changed came back to him. The pale moon shone weakly across the hard windswept dirt, framed by the doorway with a spiral carved into it. His golden eyes watched. The tang of metal and desperation swirled on his tongue as worry ate at his stomach. He stood inside a distillery waiting, in the dead of night, cold inside in a way he'd never experienced before and unsure if the ritual had been worth it.

A powerful wolf stood next to him and whispered words of encouragement, making him believe he could win—

It felt like he broke through ice water and breathed in air properly for the first time in years. Everything felt wrong to Scott. What he was doing was unethical, vindictive. Why was he doing this?

Scott slowly pulled himself out, Deucalion flinching from the movement, cutting off the rest of his words. Scott looked down at the bruises he'd left, Deucalion's hips and inner thighs were covered in them. A word slipped out unintentionally.

"Sorry."

The man underneath stilled at this and Scott found himself leaning forward and licking at his bloodied neck. There was nothing sexual about it, instead he found himself trying to put an apology in his actions. He was unsure of where this came from and didn't touch Deucalion anywhere else, letting his body calm down and start to heal.

They both stayed quiet. The silence filled with awkwardness and exhaustion in equal parts as neither knew what to do in that moment. Scott took off his shirt and wiped away the come covering Deucalion's chest. He threw the article on the floor afterwards. His head hurt, confusion cluttering at every corner of his thoughts, and he didn't know what to feel.

"Why?" Deucalion's voice was soft, or maybe it was just hoarse from screaming. His hands came up and he untangled them from his shirt. Scott wasn't sure which part he was talking about, though for the past several months he'd done nothing but hurt and forcefully pleasure the man, so he must have meant the kindness.

"I don't know..." The darkness beckoned to him, offering peace of mind, but Scott tried to stave it off for the first time since it overtook him. "A memory?"

"Memory?" The words were bitter, but Deucalion had good reason. At Scott's continued silence, his face changed to serious and torn as he realized something was different about the boy in front of him. "Sc—Alpha?" He looked more nervous than worried as he struggled to sit up and reach to shake Scott, but that's where he made his mistake. He touched Scott.

Like a spark in his mind, something snapped. Darkness poured back into him and engulfed any of his previous thoughts. Terrible rage coursed in him and the boy screamed, lashing out. He stood up, dragging Deucalion with him and slammed him back against the wall. "What have I said about touching me without my permission."

"I—" Deucalion wheezed, startled and uncertain. "What?" His gaze went sharp as he looked over Scott. "You..." He trailed off as his face and eyes went blank as they turned away, hiding whatever he was feeling and thinking from Scott. It only enraged him further, sinking deeper into the sin that lulled him with a sense of security; that promised no more pain. He let his anger wash over him.

Scott used his free hand to seize the other's face, jerking it back to look at him. Deucalion's sightless eyes 'gazed' past Scott's shoulder, but Deucalion got the idea and went rigid. "I don't need your comfort or compassion. I use you for my own needs, am I clear?"

"Of course." Scott could feel Deucalion's breath on his hand and he ripped it away. Why had that memory pulled at him like that? When Deucalion had begged, looked so defeated it had made him feel...well that must be it: it made him feel. His skin crawled at the mere thought of it. His chest swirled and contracted in pain. Scott looked down to see his hand clutching at where his heart would be—had been, depending on who you ask.

"I wasn't thinking," Deucalion responded neutrally. "My mistake."

"Whatever." Scott shrugged it off and dropped his hand. It tingled from the contact and he struggled with the turmoil that was just bubbling underneath the darkness inside him. He had to avoid a similar situation again, but was unsure of how.

A knock sounded at his door, drawing both occupants out of their own thoughts. Scott already knew who it was. "What Kali?" he asked as said she-wolf opened the door. Her grin was voracious and Scott felt a matching one form on his face.

"I've located the pack's den," she almost sang, clicking her freshly sharpened nails against the door frame. She seemed unaffected by walking in on two men standing in a room, one completely nude.

"Perfect," Scott remarked and went over to his bed, searching through his clothes until he found an unused hoodie and pulled it on. To his side he heard Deucalion sift around and grab his own clothes scattered across the floor. "Ready then?" he asked.

"Always, Alpha." Kali's voice was brimming with dark excitement. Deucalion responded with silence, but he was right behind Scott.

Scott issued a sharp bark, which would sound just as such to any overhearing human, but summoned his pack from their rooms instantly. Derek took Scott's other side, shoulders brushing against his. The twins flanked Kali as she took the lead and they walked into the darkness of the night.

The moonlight shifted in the wind from dark branches dancing as Scott stared up into the night sky past the trees. He never paid attention to the journey, often times losing himself in bloodlust as his pack tracked new prey. They traveled for several miles before stopping deep within the forest and as Kali pointed out, where the rival wolves lay some ways off.

"Her pack is bigger than we'd originally heard," Scott observed from their hiding spot, downwind of the pack's lair.

"Word has spread about you," Deucalion surmised. "Other alphas are wary, trying to reinforce their ranks."

"That has dangers in and of itself, yeah?"

"Indeed." Their conversations were exceptionally civil like this, Scott's hostility towards the other man completely disappearing during times of, what he called, business. Everyone took it in stride.

"Thoughts?" Scott asked Deucalion and Kali. The two wolves contemplated.

"Are you for grandstanding or would you rather just attack?" Deucalion countered.

Kali shook her head. "I've met Rika before. Give her a chance to react and she'll tear you apart. Or in our case, it'd take just that much longer to kill everyone. Some might escape and we'd have to go hunting. While normally I'm all for that—"

"You think she'd run off?" Scott considered.

"She's no coward, but she's also tactical. As soon as she realized it was you she'd take off, cover her scent and build a new pack." Kali tilted her head, dark hair falling over her shoulders. "As far as I know, this is her third pack."

"Someone's been busy," Derek huffed.

"It would be better to split up then," Deucalion finally spoke up and Scott gave him his full attention, "to cut off her exits." Scott thought it over and realized what this meant.

"Does this mean I have to monologue?" he deadpanned, preferring action to words but recognizing their importance.

"Unless you'd rather do a frontal charge. We'd kill most of her pack quickly."

"Can't chance her getting away, I'm itching for a fight." Scott stretched his arms and cracked his knuckled, shifting quickly. "Aiden, Ethan, circle east and make sure none get through, when the party starts, combine and charge right in. Derek, Deucalion, go west and block them off. Derek if you see her run: chase and seek, do not let up. Clear?"

His pack shifted themselves and nodded. Their bloodlust would become obvious soon but they had to move quickly.

"Kali with me." Scott stepped out and made his way towards the other pack's sentries. Kali's shadow danced around him as she stalked forward. "So," Scott announced as the other wolves took notice of him, hackles rising, "I guess you've heard of me?"

The two sentries charged at him without hesitation, but Kali was already there, laughing as she swirled around like smoke and cut them down before anyone knew what had happened. The high kicks always seemed a bit theatrical to Scott, but quite deadly in most cases. Her hands and feet were covered in blood by the time she was done. Kali tensed as the next wave of wolves sprung forward to attack.

"STOP!" a voice rang out and a hardened middle-age woman came forward, gray eyes like chips of steel. Her wolves halted and retreated closer to her. Kali smirked and did the same, coming to Scott's side.

"Hi, Mika." Scott grinned. "You may or may not know who I am—"

"I know you."

"—cool, makes introductions easier."

"Leave, demon."

"Ah, you have me confused with one of my wolves." Scott scratched the back of his head. "Don't worry, it's a common mistake."

"I know a monster when I see one." Mika's claws slid out and her eyes were a blood red.

"Monster is a bit harsh, but I'll take it." Scott feigned indifference. "You've created a fairly big pack, Mika. And from the sound of it, this isn't even the first time! That takes talent. I like talent. If you know me, then you know my offer. With so many betas you'd boost your powers ten times over."

"And yet, I'd still never reach your strength." She crossed her arms.

Scott chuckled. "Yeah, one of the perks of being a true alpha."

"You've fallen far from your path, then," she said, voice rough, and Scott didn't like the thread of disappointment running through it. Like that of a mother's. He started to lose control as the urge to kill rushed through his body. Memories tried to surface and the darkness came to claim them. He felt Kali's tension spike as she realized the wrong thing had been said to Scott.

"No, Mika, he just chose a different path than what everybody else had planned out for him." She bared her teeth at the older woman. "Different doesn't mean wrong."

It felt odd, to hear Kali speak in defense of him. Something else twisted and Scott roared out his challenge, startling the other pack and making Kali's eyes burn red with his power.

"Forgive me, but I'm going to take your statement as rejection." His little act was over and Scott's blood screamed at him to kill.

"Good," Mika spat. "And don't think I don't know what you're up to with the rest of your wolves. I've no intention of running." She raised an arm and her pack crouched, poised to attack. "Time to face your true form, boy. Behold your darkness." She dropped her arm, but instead of her pack charging Scott's chest exploded in pain as something pierced through it. He looked down in shock at an arrow jutting out, just barely noting the etchings carved in it, before collapsing in pain, screaming as he hit the ground.

The world cascaded around him, sounds and motions becoming a blur. The small, rational part of his brain tried to soothe him, saying that his pack was currently decimating the others, but the pain engulfed everything. His body was on fire and he couldn't even breathe. It felt like his skin was peeling off and his bones were splintering. His voice cracked as he felt his throat tear, screaming too hard.

A howl, one of anguish, sounded in what seemed a great distance. Scott couldn't—he couldn't die. He was a true alpha, this was his path. Scott clenched his teeth. He would not die. He would fight this.

He would fight like he always did.

It took great effort, but Scott pushed the pain back, the darkness called and he embraced it, soothing the edges and making everything bearable. The young wolf turned to his side, scrabbling to find his footing to stand, but his body wouldn't obey, couldn't move the way he wanted and he fell back to the floor in a heap. Scott clenched his hands in frustration, only to realize he couldn't. He didn't have hands anymore.

Scott reeled back in shock. He had paws. He was a wolf.

A scream hit him and Scott recognized it as Derek's. His senses flared to life and he growled dangerously through his snout, conscious of it now. Scott tried again and slowly rose on his legs, all four of them.

"Derek!"

Scott's head snapped around, his wolf vision narrowing, as he saw Deucalion throw himself at Mika as she tried to tear Derek's neck out. The alphas met in a clash and Deucalion went straight for her legs, boot striking at her knee. The older woman was well prepared and dodged. She spun closer to Deucalion, taking advantage of an opening, snapping her head forward and cracking it against his. He grunted in pain and stumbled back as Mika slashed at his chest, drawing blood.

Scott's eyes widened and the only thing he thought was 'MINE'.

Deucalion surged forward, howling, and hacked at her face, aiming for her eyes. Blood splattered to the ground. Mika howled as she leapt back and fell to the ground, cheek gouged but sight still intact. Both alphas snarled at each other and Deucalion went for the kill. Scott saw Mika's hand clench at the ground and barked as warning as she threw dirt in Deucalion's eyes. As he screamed, two of Mika's wolves rushed forward and seized him.

Scott lost it and arched his back, inhaling deeply before unleashing his rage-fueled roar. The air vibrated with the force and power it took. The fighting froze in an instant. With a whine, the betas closest to Scott dropped the ground, forced back to their human state.

In that instant Derek appeared, ripping at the wolf on Deucalion's left with his bare teeth. Time resumed and Scott vanished in the blink of an eye, reappearing in front of Mika and snapping at her neck with a snarl. She dodged, but barely. Deucalion's claws slid out as he raised a foot and smashed down on the remaining wolf holding him. Their knee gave a sickening crunch as it snapped. Deucalion used his free hand to tear out the injured wolf's throat. He and Derek stood back to back, eyes blood red and daring others to attack.

Deucalion's shirt was soaked with blood and he wavered, falling to his knees a second later and Scott stepped in front of his pack mates. He crouched low and bared his teeth to Mika. She would not touch what was his again.

"Impossible," Mika whispered, eyes wide. "It should have destroyed you. Turned you into the darkness that consumes your mind and body. What could possibly be left?"

A wolf, Scott thought with venom.

He didn't think he could speak in this form, but it didn't matter. He had nothing left to say to this bitch. He screamed, which sounded oddly like a howl, and charged. He dodged a panicked swipe and ducked low.

Mika fully transformed, face morphing, and tried to overpower Scott. She grabbed at his neck and tossed him in the air, but Scott was quicker. He twisted, guided by instinct, and landed on his feet, claws sinking into the earth. He tore back across to her, skidding under her legs as she braced herself. Scott ripped at a calf muscle, twisting his head, upending and throwing her to the ground where he pounced and swallowed panicked screams.

He tore into her until he reached her heart, watching until it stopped beating.

"Scott!"

He snapped out of his frenzied daze and glanced around. His pack had circled around him, all the rest dead. Derek stood in front, trying to inch closer. Scott growled nervously at the looks he received.

"Stop," Deucalion commanded to the others, issuing his own growl, "he's more wolf than human right now. Let him get his bearings."

"Scott?" Derek tried again. Scott noticed a large gash running down his face. He looked around and saw his entire pack was injured. Guilt wormed its way into his heart and Scott tried to shake it off, but the darkness seemed to be unable to quell the emotion and worry set in beside it. His pack, his. Anger at himself rose quickly for letting this pass as it had never happened before in their previous raids. Regardless of how strong they were as individuals, a larger pack could still overpower them. Scott should have realized this; it was one of the first things Derek had ever told him about wolves.

"Scott." Derek's voice cracked and he looked back to Deucalion. "God, he's not snapping out of it."

"That bitch signaled someone and he got hit with this type of black arrow," Kali explained, "maybe it messed with his head as well as his body."

"No." And Deucalion looked sure of himself. Somehow that calmed Scott. "Talia spoke of something similar happening after her first full shift. He's simply adjusting to his new body."

Or berating myself for poor planning. Scott opened his mouth to speak, but it went nowhere as his cheeks and tongue used muscles differently. Plus his new vocal cords probably weren't up to the task. He settled for a sigh and it came out like a huff.

"Sounds pissed to me," Aiden correctly guessed.

"Idiot, anyone can tell that," Ethan sighed.

Scott didn't like the way his chest twisted at the look Derek was giving him so he slowly walked up the older boy, noticing that his back was tense. Derek kneeled down quickly so he was level with his alpha.

"Scott?" Derek's eyes were hopeful. Scott looked over the wound on his face critically. It was already healing, but it shouldn't have happened in the first place. He leaned up and licked at it, the blood tasting of ash and sandalwood. Scott realized a second later how weird the action actually was. Was he more wolf than human or the other way around? Derek blinked and pulled back slightly, wiping at his face and raising an eyebrow. Kali chuckled over him.

"Guess it's easy to tell he wasn't a born wolf. Never seen a regular alpha do that to a beta."

Something in Derek's face softened and he sighed. "It's you, thank god."

The rest of his pack relaxed and moved closer to him, but being that they were all taller he quickly went on alert and growled threateningly, perceiving his dominance in question.

Derek rolled his eyes. "Now your instincts kick in."

"Sit down." Deucalion's voice was sharp and Scott noticed he'd been crouched the entire time. He padded forward to inspect the gash on Deucalion's chest. "Alpha," the older wolf greeted and Scott loved how the word sounded on his tongue. He lapped at the other's skin, nuzzling in closer to taste more. The spice of his blood set Scott's senses ablaze and he growled in delight, realizing that he could taste the difference between Derek and Deucalion's blood.

"What the hell is he trying to do?" Aiden asked bluntly, arms crossed.

"Pretty sure he's just scenting out Deucalion." Derek shrugged and Kali snorted.

"He reinstating his claim. When something a dominant alpha like Scott perceives as his is damaged in any way, it's taken as a personal offence and his claim must be restaked upon the person or object. Ennis was similar with his betas."

"It's fine," Deucalion assured them all. It was more than fine. Scott could smell the hint of arousal in the air and taste it on his skin. For his part, Deucalion looked conflicted, face pulled in a slight grimace. Aroused, but unwilling—or perhaps embarrassed to show it. This was an interesting kink Scott would never have guessed about the other. His stomach coiled hot with desire.

"Why's he look different from a real wolf?" Ethan asked and Scott jerked back, checking his paws quickly. Deucalion gave a long sigh of relief or frustration, it was hard to tell.

"I can't believe you two." Kali shook her head, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose.

Derek moved closer to Scott as Ethan shot back, "It's a valid question!"

"You're fine, Scott," the older boy assured and reached out his hand. Scott let him carefully pat his head, fingers running through his fur. He glanced over at Deucalion and caught a fleeting look of want in his eyes before it was quickly smothered and the red dulled as his sight left him. Even more interesting. Derek was the only one Scott allowed to touch him. For some reason it didn't feel intimate as when others tried, probably because Scott thought more of Derek as family than just pack. He filed Deucalion's reaction away in the back of his mind. Probably had more to do with his current form than Deucalion suddenly wanting to be intimate with him. "Is there anything he can do to transform back?" Derek asked Deucalion. "I don't really remember my mother talking about it."

"There are a few exercises he could try," Deucalion mused, "but it's too dangerous here. We should return to the hotel, it's safest there."

"Agreed," Kali said and tossed her hair to the side as she looked up to the setting sky. "Humans will come along this to spot eventually."

Walking was much easier on four legs, Scott decided, even more so running. Once he'd gotten the movements down, he found it exhilarating to race through the forest so low to the ground, whipping around his pack mates' feet. Derek and the twins fed off his energy and looked as if they wanted to join in. The pack was fully healed by the time they made it back to the hotel, night having fallen at last.

Derek tried to follow Deucalion into Scott's room and the older alpha halted him, looking nervous at the addition. "Derek—"

"If there's something I can do that will help," the young man replied sharply and Deucalion shook his head.

"No, nothing. Sc—our alpha simply needs to engage in a type of meditation. The more people around the harder it will be to concentrate." Derek's eyes narrowed and he glared at Deucalion, meeting dark glasses and a frown. Scott sighed, it sounded like a huff again, and used his head to push Derek back to the door. He felt the older boy panic at the rejection and Scott licked his fingers to soften the blow.

"If he needs you, I'm sure he'll call," Deucalion spoke for Scott, crossing his arms as Derek walked out the door, shooting the older wolf another look before leaving. Scott turned his attention to Deucalion and tried to give his own glare, but wolves didn't seem capable of many facial expressions. Instead the moment stretched until it became uncomfortable.

Deucalion fidgeted at the unbearable silence and Scott could smell his lust color the air. After this morning something had changed. The darkness berated Scott for showing weakness, for being kind. It made Scott want to hate himself even more. His nails dug into the soft carpet as he tried to reign in his feelings, fur starting to stand on end in his agitation. Deucalion, for his part, seemed conflicted again, face drawn tight in consideration and body taut with warring arousal. Scott couldn't tell if he wanted to submit in that moment, or fight against whatever was happening.

Before today Scott had never given Deucalion reason to pause or reconsider. The young wolf growled, snapping them both out of their thoughts. Deucalion's eyes glowed a dark red as he took in the sight of Scott and his desire sharpened dramatically, whatever fight he was having with himself seemed close to breaking. He leaned back against the door, breathing heavily as his legs shook. A challenge rose in his eyes and Scott stalked forward, taking in his scent.

"Damn that this would happen to you," Deucalion cursed as Scott nosed at his crotch, feeling his hardness through the denim. Scott licked roughly at the bulge and watched Deucalion lower his head, hair falling across his face as his mouth fell open. His gasps sounded pained and Scott pushed harder, delivering a light nip and the man above him snapped.

"I-I need to take a shower first, alright?" Deucalion tore himself away from Scott, turning and placing both hands against the wall to steady himself. He looked ready to pass out from the strain of holding his body in check. His face twisted as if he'd come to a conclusion. "Just a quick shower."

Scott nodded, his wolf form able to do that at least, as Deucalion went in and turned on the shower, stripped and stepped in. Scott looked towards the full-length mirror along the wall, studying his new form. It did look different from a regular wolf, but nothing near as bad as Peter's form had been; Scott's initial fear at Ethan's words now soothed.

He was larger than the average wolf with matted brown fur, tuffs sticking out wildly in some places. His back was arched higher, making it look somewhat hunched. His paws were large with chipped claws permanently showing and his tail was long and honestly not as fluffy as he'd like. His legs had lean muscles rippling underneath skin while his middle looked thin and malnourished, giving an odd juxtaposition to his figure. He looked strange, but from a distance he'd pass as a wolf to humans. Still...

Scott's nails clicked against the glass of the mirror as he reared up and studied himself more carefully. From what he'd heard, Talia had been a beautiful black wolf with sleek fur and red eyes. He looked like a wild dog with a deformed back. A monster indeed. He snarled at the reflection.

"You're—" Scott wrenched away, dropping to all fours. Deucalion stood by the bathroom door, soaking wet from his quick wash. His skin was flushed and he was still hard, a hand gripped the door frame with white knuckles. Deucalion's face was torn with emotion, clearly conflicted and perhaps scared at what he was showing to Scott about himself. "You look—" but he was unable to finish his sentence.

Vulnerable and needy, a wonderful combination; Scott could taste Deucalion's want so clearly it was a little exhilarating.

He gave a deep growl and Deucalion dropped to the floor like a string had been cut. His knees hit the ground with a dull thud. Scott stalked closer, with each step noting how the other man's body tightened, nipples rigid and breathing a wreck. It was kinky, and not really Scott's thing, but honestly he didn't care at this moment and pounced.

Deucalion fell back with a moan. Scott's teeth fastened between his neck and shoulder, paws caging around him. Scott gripped harder, drawing a little blood and relished the guttural noise the older man made. Scott shuddered. Whatever conflict Deucalion had with exposing this side of himself to Scott now fully broke.

"Please..." he rasped, the submission in his voice hitting Scott hard. He buckled to it, nipping at the offered flesh and licking a path downwards as instincts claimed him. He rarely tried to pleasure Deucalion without malice, but watching him finally submit, to come undone with a secret desire he'd probably kept hidden his entire life was worth it. Even if this was only for today, if tomorrow Deucalion went back to fighting against him, Scott would take this. He nosed between the older man's legs and lapped rapidly at his erection, tasting precome and deciding he liked it.

Deucalion was being careful not to touch Scott. One hand clutched at his thigh, nails sunken in deep, while the other he bit on to muffle the sounds he was making. His back arched as Scott's tongue curled around his base, making something close to a whimper. A thought pulled darkly at his mind like a string of sharp wire and Scott's body grew impatient. He jerked away and bit the other's inner thigh in warning. Deucalion rolled over and crawled to his bed, hands shaking as he grabbed the lube and quickly tried to prepare himself.

Scott felt himself unsheathe which was a bizarre sensation, and looked down to see his wolf's thick cock slick with moisture. God, they didn't even need lube for this. He walked—or stumbled, it was hard for the wolf's body to walk with everything hanging out—towards the other man and mounted him. Deucalion gasped but made no struggle, his body pushing towards Scott and the young alpha slid in with almost no resistance.

It seemed almost too easy and his breath left in a rush as Deucalion squeezed around him and he tried to utilize his paws best he could to steady himself. Scott used his hind legs to sink in a little further and Deucalion moaned.

"More." His hands clenched the bed sheets. Scott bent down and opened his mouth around the back of Deucalion's exposed neck, feeling the other shake at his helplessness in complete lust. Scott wasn't expecting that, but his body demanded attention and he started to thrust in, picking up the pace quickly. After a few minutes he was drawn from his haze by a sense of constriction, like Deucalion's passage had grown even tighter, and realized he was unable to pull himself out completely.

A knot? The thought barely made it through Scott's jumbled mind, but the splinters of need laced through him and grew, swallowing everything. It drove him relentlessly forward to pound harder and harder into the other until he felt Deucalion tense underneath him and come violently onto the bed without even having to touch himself. Scott wondered if this was a common werewolf kink.

His own orgasm pulled him by surprise and Scott rumbled deep in his chest as he released a few minutes later. It took him a several seconds to regain his senses. Deucalion panted underneath him, recovering from his own aftershocks. Scott started to pull back and they both yelped at the pain from doing so.

"N-not yet." Deucalion's body tried followed his retreating one. "It takes awhile to, ah..." Scott got the picture. He had worked with enough dogs at the clinic to know. He huffed in annoyance, not liking the forced closeness he had to share with Deucalion now. "We can wait," Deucalion started, "or you can transform back, that should solve our current—erm, issue." Scott pressed his snout against the other's back to continue, rather sick of being in a wolf's body now. Deucalion sighed at the movement. "As Talia explained it to me, you need to relive a memory. A strong one that connects you to your humanity. It may be...uncomfortable."

Scott searched his mind, trying to think of a particular memory that made him feel human. When he'd first turned, it had been Allison or his friends, but very little about them welled up emotions inside him anymore. That was a life he'd put behind himself. That had been the boy's life and he was now a wolf, albeit a warped one.

You've fallen far from your path.

Scott shook his head. She'd had no right to sound disappointed. Mika had not been his mother. The memory came involuntarily; it was of his freshman year of high school when he had tried out for the lacrosse team and an asthma attack had hit and unfortunately, his inhaler had been in the locker room. It was so bad Couch had called an ambulance and Scott had woken up in the hospital humiliated and devastated. He'd just wanted to be a normal teen and try out for school sports.

His mother had been sitting next to his bed, eyes red from crying. Scott knew he'd be in trouble for sure doing something so dangerous with his condition. He tearfully explained to her what he had wanted to do and she stopped him with a gentle hand on his cheek, telling him she was so proud for trying, for not letting limitations stop him from dreaming. She told him to keep trying.

Scott promised to never give up, that he would never stop dreaming. The smile his mother had given him at those words...

Scott was crying. Not loudly, but he realized that tears were running down his cheeks. His human cheeks. He jolted back, sliding out of Deucalion and landing near the base of the bed, wiping hastily at his cheeks. He felt weak for a second time that day.

"Are you—" Deucalion tried and Scott growled at him.

"Don't look at me." He watched as the man's eyes dimmed and his vision faded. Scott swung his legs over to the floor and flopped back to his own bed. He splayed an arm over his face. Hiding, but he didn't know what else to do as the darkness he was so used to seemed silent for once. In its place came exhaustion and an incredible sadness.

After a long moment of silence, where Scott was able to calm himself, a thought came to him. "I look deformed, Deucalion," he said to the man's unfinished remark earlier.

Deucalion was still lying on his stomach, bite marks around his neck healing. He turned his head towards Scott, face drawn in conflicting emotions again. Although he was blind in that moment, Scott could tell Deucalion was studying him again: analyzing and trying to figure out some great mystery about what had happened. If another tear suddenly escaped Scott, there was nobody to see it.

He sneered. "She said she'd show me my true form. Fitting, huh?"

"Depends on who you ask." Deucalion's voice cracked and Scott appreciated the honesty even if it stung. It felt like change, as if the air between them was different. Too much had been revealed on both sides today, but maybe—

The darkness wrapped itself around Scott's mind, heavy and suffocating, like an unwanted embrace. It whispered the truth.