[Fic] Bonds
Title: Bonds
Author: Demira_Watson
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing/s: Scott/Stiles/Isaac
Rating: Mature
Warning/s: Sexual content , threesome, language
Disclaimer: Jeff Davis is King of this fandom, we are just his minions.
Summary: They were broken and unfixable and they mattered to each other.
Author’s Notes: I don’t know…It just happened…God please don’t let this be a new OTP! I don’t need another ship to sail!
Bonds
He wasn’t sure what it was. Or if it even had a name.
It started with a silly promise years and years ago, between Stiles and himself, to be together. It meant, at the start, that they’d never leave each other alone. At the time of the promise Stiles’s mum had left and so had Scott’s dad (different ways but still…gone). They were scared little boys with broken, unfixable lives. They’d clung to each other and through the tears made a special promise. A bond.
Years later and awkward growth spurts and strange new urges had twisted the promise into something else, something more physical and intimate in nature.
Scott was Stiles’s first.
Stiles was Scott’s first.
In everything. First kiss, first touch, first time.
Scott remembers the strange dream like quality to their first time. The way it was too hot and not enough hands. Stiles had been everywhere, his mouth on Scott’s, his hands on his hips, his thighs and his straining cock. It had been awkward and clumsy but oh so perfect. Scott had never felt more cherished, more loved then he had in Stiles’s arms. He hoped he made Stiles feel the same way. He thought he did. The goofy weightless smile the gangly teenager had worn after they’d climaxed on each other had been stunning, beautiful.
The next day at school they shared secretive smiles and laughed quietly behind books as the rest of the world remained oblivious to them.
It was their secret.
When Scott had been bitten by Peter and changed on such a fundamental level, Stiles had been there. Not just as a friend keeping him alive but in his bed showing him he was still human. Stiles never changed how he viewed Scott.
And the sex had only intensified with his new abilities. He could keep up with Stiles, go longer, harder and faster. He could hear how good he made Stiles feel. The tiny hitches in breath when he licked a long stripe up the inside of Stiles’s left thigh, the stutter in his heartbeat as he lined them up just right.
He may have been a tad louder, more vocal so Stiles could understand how much he made Scott feel in return. Like leading a blind man through an art gallery. And that was the world for Scott now, so bright and colourful and so full of Stiles.
And then Allison.
Scott often wondered if she had any idea that when he wasn’t warming her bed he was sneaking into Stiles.
He’d made a promise after all.
Scott kept repeating that to cover the fact that Allison never made him feel as loved as he did in Stiles’s arms. She never got it right. She always took, took, took. She never gave.
And when Scott snuck into Stiles’s bed late at night, smelling like Allison, Stiles would be even better. Like he was jealous of her, like he had to prove something. He never did. Stiles had won every competition against Allison and maybe that’s why they broke up. She never tried to be more, never tried to like the same things or to treat him as something more than a werewolf.
Stiles had won long before the race had started.
So they continued, orbiting each other like the sun and the moon. Getting closer and closer to…something.
And then there was Isaac.
The quiet kid at the back, practically invisible in a way Stiles and Scott had never been, suddenly at the front. Turned not against his will but because he wanted it. He was a curiosity to Scott. Why had he wanted it? And then he’d heard the rumours of Isaac’s dad and the strange bruises that never matched the stories. Stiles had always said he wasn’t the brightest crayon in the packet. Scott freely admitted to it. But he’d never thought they’d find a kindred spirit in Isaac.
But his dad had left too.
So somehow Isaac had entered their orbit too. Not intimately at first. He trusted Scott, more than Derek. Came to the clumsy werewolf first for advice instead of his own Alpha. He leant on Stiles. Touched Stiles like the human grounded him somehow. Erica and Isaac were broken and unfixable in their own ways. If they were lightening then Scott would say Boyd was Erica’s earth and Stiles and he were Isaac’s.
He wasn’t surprised when one night wrapped in Stiles, pushing each other over the edge, he saw Isaac outside the window. Watching. Hungry. Scott hadn’t broken eye-contact with the younger werewolf. He knew why he was there. They all shared something and together, just maybe, they could fix each other. Care for each other.
When Stiles had noticed Scott’s split attention, he turned and spotted the boy on his window sill. Stiles had wriggled out of Scott’s arms, wandered over to the glass naked and unashamed and opened the barrier between them.
“You gonna stay out there all night or you gonna join us?”
Isaac hadn’t hesitated to join them.
He’d been clumsy, nervous and shy in a way that had Scott and Stiles pawing at him. They’d poured all their love, understanding and care into Isaac that night. Keeping him between them, focusing on his needs instead of their own. They’d caressed the scars the bite couldn’t heal with feather-light finger pads and slick tongues. And when it was over and Isaac had cried out and come, they’d held him tightly. They rocked him through the sobs and put him back together.
Every night since then, they’d crawled into Stiles’s bed. Sometimes they just held each other, sometimes they touched and kissed and sometimes they beat each other with controllers as they kicked Stiles’s ass at ‘Call of Duty’.
He didn’t know what it was or what they should call it.
He did know it was perfect.