Fic: No, You Can't Date A Sociopath (Part 1)
Author/Artist/Vidder: GeekSlave
Title: No, You Can't Date A Sociopath
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Scott/Isaac, Scott & Stiles. Scott, Isaac, Stiles, Melissa, Sheriff Stilinski, Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Stiles finds out about Isaac and Scott's secret relationship, his first reaction isn't to wish the couple well - he faints. And then it only gets worse from there.
Warnings (if any): Brief mentions of past abuse and past off-screen minor character death.
Total Word Count/Length: 18,871
Disclaimer: This story/artwork is based on characters and situations created and owned by MTV. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's/Artist's/Vidder's notes (if any): Written for tw_fallharvest
Beta(s): Thanks to my beta, who chooses to remain nameless. Any mistakes left are my own.
Amy Matthews. Hannah Carter. Carly Gibson. These were just some of the girls who came in and out of Scott’s life in the sixth grade. He spent a bit of time being something of a ladies’ man. Stiles had guessed that it was the wounded puppy dog look he had going on after his parents split up. Though, honestly, Scott always looked like a puppy.
Not that Stiles was trying to rain on his friend’s parade. He was actually happy for him. He needed a lot of extra cheering up during that time, and anything that could brighten Scott’s day was a good thing. And, selfishly, Stiles figured if Scott was lucky in love eventually it would trickle down to him - not that it ever worked out that way.
Stiles was never jealous when Scott got a girlfriend. New friends, however, were a different story. When Scott got a new friend in the fifth grade, and invited him everywhere, Stiles hated the kid, even though the boy, Kyle, was perfectly nice. Painfully nice. So nice, Stiles felt guilty for hating him, but hate him, he did.
During the summer after sixth grade, Scott had to go to summer school and his mom had insisted he get a tutor. Danny Mahealani had volunteered to help.
They had never really hung out with Danny or spoke to him often, even though they’d basically been going to school together their whole lives. But after that summer, Scott and Danny became nearly inseparable. Danny had shared a few of his computer skills with Scott and they’d spent so much time playing computer games.
Scott had always made an effort to include Stiles, but he’d still always felt uncomfortable, as if he were a third wheel. He and Danny had a somewhat prickly relationship and Stiles hated how his usual sarcastic comments and jokes didn’t get under Danny’s skin. He just gave it right back.
Scott and Danny grew apart, with a bit of a push from Stiles. Well, more than a little push. Stiles wasn’t exactly proud of this, but he’d started a rumor that Scott had head lice. It was juvenile and wrong but it had done the trick. Danny’s mom freaked out and he stopped coming over to Scott’s house. After that he and Scott just got used to not spending time together, like it had been before.
Stiles was happy to have his friend back. Danny was the last male friend Scott had made. Until now.
~*~
Stiles grumbled when he called Scott for the fifth time and it still went to voicemail. They were supposed to have a “guy’s night in” where they did their annual X-Men marathon. It was finally going to be just the two of them, no third wheels allowed, which meant that one Isaac Lahey would not be invited.
Stiles pocketed his phone and decided to head to Scott’s anyway. It’s not like they had some kind of appointment. He couldn’t help grumbling about “stupid Isaac” when he got into his Jeep.
Ever since the night of that stupid rave, Scott’s opinion about Isaac started to change. After everyone’s final confrontation with Gerard Argent his relationship with Isaac seemed to change overnight. Suddenly, Scott started calling Isaac “friend” and they spent a lot of time together.
Isaac was like an infection that spread fast and invaded every part of their lives. Everywhere Stiles and Scott went, there was Isaac. It didn’t help when Deaton had inexplicably given Isaac a job, so Scott and Isaac seemed to be joined at the hip day and night.
Stiles had protested. He didn’t care if Isaac had come to the rescue when Stiles couldn’t be there for Scott. One unselfish act didn’t change all of the crap Isaac had helped put them through, but Scott insisted that they didn’t really know Isaac.
Stiles really couldn’t understand it. Other than not trying to kill Scott and his friends, Stiles didn’t notice anything different about Isaac. He was still a smart-ass who needled Stiles every chance he got.
Stiles figured that Scott was still messed up over his, seemingly final, break-up with Allison and was looking to fill that void with a new friend, even one as unworthy as Isaac. Plus, Scott was such a softie and really felt sorry for Isaac and his, Stiles would admit, beyond messed up childhood.
Things became even more insane when Melissa allowed Isaac to stay at their house. Stiles didn’t know why Isaac’s own Alpha couldn’t house his werewolf ass, but Scott had insisted Isaac didn’t have any other options.
Despite Isaac’s pervasive presence, Stiles decided he wasn’t going to do anything, even though this had gone on longer than he had anticipated. Even with Isaac living at Scott’s, their bond seemingly stronger than ever, Stiles was still confident Scott would eventually wake-up and realize the kind of person Isaac really was. Then Isaac would be out of their lives and Stiles would have his friend back. It was just a matter of time.
~*~
Scott giggled. An honest to goodness giggle that he thought made him sound like a twelve year old girl. But he couldn’t help it as Isaac tickled his feet.
When Isaac reached behind him for his feet for the second time, Scott giggled again and tried to swat at his hands. “Come on, Isaac,” Scott said in almost petulant whine. “Don’t you have more important things to be doing?”
Isaac grinned. “That’s true.” He leaned forward and put his hands on Scott’s chest and ground down on Scott’s cock.
Scott threw his head back against his pillow and moaned.
God, Scott couldn’t get enough of being with Isaac. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when his relationship and his feelings for Isaac changed. After he broke up with Allison, he had truly been prepared to wait for her as long as it took. His feelings for her were so real and so strong, he couldn’t even conceive of anyone else evoking those same things in him. And then Isaac happened.
Isaac was there for Scott when it really counted. Yes, Isaac had done a lot of bad things when he first became a werewolf, but Scott knew, more than anyone, how messed up that kind of transition could make you, especially when you’re already messed up thanks to an abusive father. Scott’s claws came out whenever he thought of Mr. Lahey. He’d never felt that kind of rage before. Whenever he thought about what Isaac went through, he wanted to reanimate his dad’s corpse and torture him, slowly and painfully.
Even though not everyone, especially not Stiles, seemed to get it, he knew that Isaac wasn’t a bad person. He was still a work in progress, still trying to figure out who he was, beyond being his dad’s favorite punching bag. Isaac had made mistakes, colossal mistakes sometimes, but at his core Scott knew he was a good person.
He had seen it these past few months. He saw it every time a new puppy would come to Deaton’s and Isaac was the first one to bond with it. He was so gentle and loving when he bathed them. And he was the first person to cry every time one of the abandoned pets found a new home. The first time Scott had ever held Isaac was after an abused border collie that Isaac had bonded with particularly had found new parents.
Scott could tell it was a mix of sadness and happiness. Isaac had tried to hide his tears, but Scott could see, feel, and smell all of the confused, tangled emotions Isaac was feeling. It felt natural to wrap him up in his arms.
It wasn’t just the animals, either. Isaac had formed a bond with Scott’s mom as well. Whenever Isaac was over their house, when Melissa would drag herself in after a twelve hour shift, Scott would cook, and Isaac would volunteer to give her a foot rub or anything else she needed. Whenever Scott would go over to the hospital to give Melissa some food, Isaac would tag along. He’d even take the initiative to do it himself when Scott had a shift at the clinic and Isaac was free.
Isaac was so open with him about his past that Scott felt it was only fair to reciprocate, soon talking to him about everything and anything felt so easy. They talked about their fathers. They talked about their favorite childhood memories. It made Scott happy to realize that Isaac’s entire life wasn’t always the nightmare it had become at the end. They talked about school and how they both felt like they weren’t living up to their potential. They talked about lacrosse. They talked about their favorite movies. Other than Stiles and Allison, he’d never felt so comfortable and happy with anyone.
Even though he’d never thought about being with another guy before, when Isaac kissed him for the first time, Scott didn’t push him away. He was startled and hesitated for a split second but he melted into it quickly. It felt so amazing and so right that Scott didn’t really stop to question it. He just wanted more.
Whenever Scott fell for someone, he fell hard. His whole being became consumed with that person. It had happened with Allison and it was happening with Isaac. He couldn’t get enough of Isaac’s perfect soft lips kissing him all over. He craved Isaac’s touch all the time. He wanted to be inside him and hear him moan his name constantly.
Scott and Isaac had made the decision to keep their new relationship a secret. But Scott couldn’t get enough of having Isaac’s scent all over him. Luckily, they didn’t hang out with too many werewolves who would be able to pick up on it. Scott was mortified enough with the knowing looks Derek gave them sometimes.
He’d convinced his mother, though it didn’t take much convincing, to let Isaac stay with them. He didn’t really do it just so he could have easy access to sex. Both Isaac and Scott were trying to rebuild their relationships with Derek. Derek was really trying to be a better alpha and Scott was willing to put aside their differences in the past. But one thing he wasn’t willing to overlook was Peter’s continued presence in the Hale house.
Of course the extra sex wasn’t something Scott would complain about. Being woken up by Isaac giving him a thorough, mind-blowing blowjob - like he had been that morning - was amazing.
The sex was so unbelievable. He was sure every single time he would pass out from the strength of his orgasms.
Currently, Isaac was above him and set a slow, languorous pace as he rode him as if he had all the time in the world. Distantly, Scott could see that his phone was vibrating, but his mind was too caught up in the feelings that Isaac was invoking to really register it.
Isaac put a finger under Scott’s chin and lifted his face up. “Look at me.” He swiveled his hips slowly as he ground down on him.
Scott gripped his hips and groaned.
Isaac leaned forward and sucked bruising kisses into Scott’s neck. He kissed his way up and lingered above, just out of reach of Scott’s lips.
When Scott leaned up to kiss him, Isaac rocked backwards and used his hands on Scott’s knees to leverage himself up and came down hard.
“Fuck!” Scott cursed.
Isaac picked up the pace and rode him relentlessly. “So…fucking...good!” He said between pants.
Scott skimmed his hands up Isaac’s sweaty chest. His hands slowly traveled to Isaac’s back and soon Scott surged forward and held Isaac to him as he thrust up into him.
Isaac kissed him with a hunger Scott easily reciprocated. He swept his tongue into Scott’s mouth and his moans were muffled. He ripped his mouth away and Scott could see his eyes change color. His head fell backwards as he let out a guttural growl and came all over Scott’s chest, screaming out Scott’s name.
Scott pushed a still shuddering Isaac onto his back and thrust into him roughly several more times before his own orgasm overtook him. He buried his face in Isaac’s neck as he whimpered his name.
It took several minutes for them both to come down off their sex high. Scott pulled out of Isaac and fell onto his back.
Isaac crawled over and nestled his head against Scott’s chest. Scott soon put his arm around him and gathered him closer.
Isaac sighed. “I swear one of these days we’re going to break the bed and your mom is going to kill me.”
Scott nodded slowly in a daze. “Probably.” He looked down at Isaac and carded his hand through Isaac’s sweaty hair. “God, you’re good at that. You should do it, like, professionally.” Scott winced immediately.
Isaac just chuckled and kissed Scott’s shoulder.
Scott was sure Isaac was used to him saying random dumb things sometimes, especially after sex when his brain was more than a little muddled.
“Well, I’ve never actually given a future in porn serious thought, but I’m sure having sex professionally isn’t all bad. Or were you thinking more like prostitution?” Isaac teased.
Scott laughed and playfully nipped Isaac’s shoulder. “Neither. You can’t have sex with anyone other than me - ever.”
Isaac looked up at Scott with a big grin and kissed him.
Scott was happy with how much more openly affectionate Isaac was becoming. He wished he felt comfortable enough yet to reveal their relationship. He wished they could be like this all the time - besides the naked part.
Isaac drew small circles on Scott’s chest with his finger. “Do you ever think about that?”
“A career in sex work?” Scott chuckled.
Isaac poked him in the side. “No. Have you thought about your future, what you're going to do for the rest of your life?”
Scott pursed his lips as he pondered the question. A memory suddenly came to him and let out a small chuckle. “Yeah.” He laughed again and shook his head at the memory. “Stiles and I used to talk about starting our own rock band. We were thirteen. Stiles figured we both really love those bands and that type of music and it would be a fun, creative job.”
“And?” Isaac said with a knowing grin.
Scott returned the grin. “And those guys always get a ton of girls.” Isaac nodded and laughed. “I would be the lead singer and Stiles would play guitar. We’d find the other members later. We saved up and bought guitars and even this sick drum set.” Scott closed his eyes and bit his lip to keep from laughing. “But I’d never actually practiced singing. So we decided I should practice and when I started singing, both of us, just automatically cringed. By the time I was done, Stiles had his hands over his ears and looked like he was in actual pain.”
Isaac dropped his head on Scott’s chest and began to laugh.
“Stiles’ exact words were ‘You have a voice that would make Satan weep.’”
Isaac barked out a laugh and looked up at Scott, who joined in.
Isaac wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “So I guess your plans for a career in music are dead?”
“Pretty much. I’m fine with it. I was never very interested in being musician,” Scott explained.
“Yeah.” Isaac got a wicked gleam in his eye. “Though I think you’d look really hot with some guy liner and some leather pants.” He waggled his eyebrows at Scott.
Scott grinned and put his hand on Isaac’s chest and pushed him down on the bed as he loomed over him. “Leather. Is that a kink of yours?”
“Maybe.” Isaac tried to sound nonchalant, but had trouble pulling that off as he stared with laser focus at Scott’s lips.
Scott playfully kissed him. He worried Isaac’s bottom lip with his teeth and then pulled back and smiled at him. He knew as a teenager he would have sex on the brain constantly, but he was starting to think Isaac was turning him into a nymphomaniac.
Before things could heat up again, Scott climbed off of Isaac and lay back down next to him. After a moment of silence, he twisted his head in Isaac’s direction. “What about you? Have you made any future plans?”
Isaac inhaled deeply and put his hands over Scott’s chest and rested his chin on his hands. “I’ve never really thought about it much. It’s kind of hard to make future plans when you’re worried about never having one.”
Scott closed his eyes and resisted the urge to say he was sorry. He’d said he was sorry so many times when the subject of Isaac’s abuse came up. It didn’t mean much at this point and it didn’t really help Isaac. Scott just pressed a tender to kiss to Isaac’s forehead.
“I have no idea what I want to do with the rest of my life,” Isaac said softly.
“You know that’s okay,” Scott assured him in a steady voice. “We’re only 16. We don’t have to have the rest of our lives planned. I know I’m still not sure what exactly it is I want to do.”
“But you probably want to do something with Stiles?” Isaac prodded.
“I don’t know.” Scott shrugged. “That would be great. He’s my best friend and I would love to be able to do something where we got to spend time together and nothing would have to change. But I doubt that’s going to happen. Stiles is a lot smarter than I am. He’s going to do something really great with his life.”
“Hey!” Isaac waited until Scott looked at him. “You’re smart, Scott. You are going to have a great future, with or without Stiles.
Scott felt another wave of affection for Isaac and reached up and stroked his cheek. He gave him a brief peck on the nose. “Speaking of Stiles, I think he’s going to be here soon.”
Scott twisted away from Isaac and turned to crawl toward his phone on the nightstand. After a bit of a struggle to reach it, he grasped the small phone. But before he could look at it, Isaac pounced onto his back.
Isaac pressed his crotch down against Scott’s ass. He was already half hard again. “Just give me five minutes.”
Scott’s head dropped and he groaned. “Isaac…” He made the mistake of twisting his head around and gazing into Isaac’s beautiful blue eyes. He met Isaac in the middle and their lips met in a soft kiss that Isaac quickly deepened.
Scott pulled back briefly. “Five minutes.” He kissed Isaac again. “Ten minutes, tops.” He tossed his phone onto the nightstand again.
~*~
As Isaac trudged down the stairs, he thought for the thousandth time how much he hated this sneaking around stuff. There was a little bit of a thrill having this secret that was just between the two of them and it was fun thinking they were doing something a little naughty, but for the most part it was just a pain in the ass.
Isaac had agreed to it for several reasons. He knew that Scott only suggested it for good reasons. He knew that Scott wasn’t ashamed of him. Scott just wanted to keep this something that was just for the two of them, that they didn’t have to share with anyone else. They also didn’t want to deal with awkward questions and people judging them. And by people, he really meant-
Another insistent knock.
Speak of the devil.
God, Stiles was really impatient. Isaac took his sweet time, partly in the hopes to give Scott time to get dressed and hastily clean up his room from any tell-tale signs of their sex-filled morning. Mostly, though, he wanted to piss Stiles off.
Isaac didn’t even hate Stiles. He could understand why Stiles would have a problem with him. He knew that he would hate someone if they terrorized him and tried to kill him. Even though he empathized with Stiles, every time he thought about trying to be nicer to Stiles, he would give some kind of smart-ass remark and Isaac couldn’t help responding in kind.
Isaac had done a lot of dumb, downright horrible things when he first got the bite. He’d taken all of that rage he felt at how he had grown up and turned it against others around him. He had become the kind of bully that he hated and never wanted to be.
But he wanted to make amends for what he’d done. He’d apologized to everyone and hoped that they could forgive him when they saw how much he was really trying to be better. He knew it would take some time.
One of the great things about being with Scott was that he realized the kind of person he wanted to be. He was able to find a better balance in his life. He could be confident without having to tear others down. But he also didn’t have to lie down and take any crap from anyone who tried to push him around. Especially short, possessive, know-it-alls, like Stiles.
As he got to the door, Isaac took a deep breath. Maybe he and Stiles could at least be somewhat civil this time. Certainly stranger things had happened in Beacon Hills.
~*~
Stiles was just about to knock again when the door was finally opened. He stumbled a little then recoiled when he saw who was on the other side of the door. He narrowed his eyes at the lanky irritant standing before him, just seeing Isaac immediately set his teeth on edge.
“You again?” Stiles groaned. “Ugh, is there ever going to be a time where you’re not standing on the other side of that door?”
“You know I wonder the same thing myself,” Isaac said without missing a beat.
“Oh, so you’re sick of yourself, too?”
Isaac held his stomach and pretended to laugh. “That’s hilarious. How are comedy writers everywhere not beating a path to your door?”
Stiles grinned thinly. “It’s a mystery for the ages.”
Isaac dropped the fake smile and crossed his arms over his chest. “What are you doing here so early?”
Stiles didn’t bother to give Isaac an answer; he just shoved his shoulder into Isaac’s chest and barreled past him. “Why do you need to know? Are you going to announce my presence? Are you the butler now? Because, I got to say, that would finally explain what you’re doing here.”
Isaac just rolled his eyes heavenward.
Stiles knew that Isaac and he could go back and forth like this all day. A part of him kind of enjoyed it...a really small part.
As he looked at Isaac he noticed for the first time that Isaac seemed out of breath and his forehead was a little sweaty.
“I only asked because you’re a little early for your sleepover with Scott.” Isaac explained.
Stiles heaved a great, big sigh. “For the last time it’s not a sleepover. It’s a-”
“Guy’s night in.” Isaac interrupted. “Yeah, I heard. Because that makes it sound so much better.” He said as he moved past Stiles.
Behind Isaac’s back, Stiles mimed strangling him. “Is Scott upstairs?”
“Uh…” Isaac stammered.
“Take your time. I know it’s a real thinker.”
“Yes, he’s up there,” Isaac gritted out.
“Thanks.” Stiles followed Isaac up the stairs. Out of some weird need to beat Isaac in some way, Stiles sped up his movements trying to get up the stairs. He maneuvered around Isaac and paused for a second. He sniffed Isaac briefly.
“Hey,” Isaac said as he reared back.
Stiles ignored him and sniffed again. “You smell like Scott.”
Isaac looked down and scratched the back of his neck. “What?”
“Yeah, you smell like him.” Stiles shook his head as he resumed walking. This wasn’t the first time he’d noticed this. “It’s not enough that they let you live here, now you have to take their stuff, too. First, it’s the cologne, next thing you know you’re going to be wearing each other’s...” Stiles trailed off as he opened the door to Scott’s room. “...clothes.”
A slightly bug-eyed Scott was standing in the middle of the room and he was wearing one of Isaac’s bulky sweaters.
Stiles hung his head briefly. “Seriously, dude?”
Scott shrugged weakly. “What?”
“Is that one of Isaac’s sweaters?” Stiles asked.
Scott gulped. “Yeah.” He looked around his messy room. “Mom’s been working a lot of double shifts and I haven’t really felt like doing any laundry so…”
“So you’ve decided to rummage around in Isaac’s stuff.” Stiles finished for him.
Scott nodded.
“I don’t know, dude.” Stiles said as he plopped down on Scott’s bed. “It’s kind of a slippery slope. First you’re wearing his sweaters. The next thing you know, you have a scarf for every occasion, too.” He smirked. He didn’t even have to look over to know that Isaac was probably giving him a one-fingered salute.
“It’s kind of comfortable,” Scott said as he smiled uneasily at Stiles and looked down at the ground.
“Whatever,” Stiles muttered. “Enough about you and your poor choice of fashion role models.” He cocked his head to the side and pointed at Scott’s hair. “Though, what’s up with your hair? Did you just roll out of bed?”
Scott’s hand went up to his hair and he patted it down. “Ugh…”
“No wonder you didn’t get any of my calls.” Stiles sat up and chuckled. “That is some of the worst bedhead I have ever seen.”
Scott rushed over to his bathroom, Stiles assumed to take care of the skyscraper growing atop his head. Isaac lingered by the door.
Stiles took out a couple of comic books from his bag. “I think it’s safe to say that you can go now, Isaac.”
Scott came out of the bathroom and stood next to Isaac. “Why would he go anywhere?”
Stiles paused. “Well...I thought Isaac was just going to go back to his room and do whatever sad thing Isaac does in his free time.” He didn’t like where this was going. It was just supposed to be a night where the two of them could hang out and be two dudes, without any werewolf crap to worry about, like it used to be. He didn’t want “the interloper” to ruin it.
“I think it would be nice to include Isaac.” Scott said. “He likes The X-Men movies, too.”
“Yeah. I haven’t seen all of them but I really liked The Last Stand.”
Scott winced.
Stiles spit out. “I’m sorry what?”
“The Last Stand. The third movie. It’s the only one I’ve seen all the way through and I thought it was great.”
Stiles pressed his fingers to his eyes and took a deep breath. “So, first of all when Scott says you’re a fan of the movies, that’s a lie. And secondly,” he counts off on his fingers, “seriously?”
Isaac looked between Stiles and Scott. “What? What’d I say?”
Scott put his hand on Isaac’s arm. Stiles took note of that and how close they’re standing together. “Stiles hates that movie.”
Isaac hung his head. “Of course he does.” He looked up after a moment. “Well, look it at this way, this gives you a chance to show me the other movies and tell me how wrong I was and how The Last Stand is-”
“A boil on the ass of an otherwise outstanding franchise?”
Isaac and Scott nod.
Stiles sighed. While he still didn’t want Isaac weaseling his way into his and Scott’s night, he couldn’t pass up a chance to educate Isaac and show him the error of his ways. “Fine. Where are the movies?”
Scott was blank-faced.
“You didn’t get the movies out already?” Stiles asked.
Scott rubbed the back of his head. “No, sorry. Maybe you could just start with showing Isaac some of your comics?”
“Fine.” He got on his knees by Scott’s bed.
“What are you doing?” Scott said, his voice dangerously high-pitched.
“I’m going to get the movies and we can go downstairs.” He crawled a little closer to Scott’s bed. “You still keep them under your bed, right?” Stiles didn’t bother to wait for an answer. He probably knew the layout of Scott’s room, better than he knew his own. He stuck his hand under the bed.
“There’s no hurry,” Scott said as he rushed over. “Let’s have some snacks first. You show Isaac the comics and then I’ll come back up here and get the movies.”
“Or we could just do it now,” Stiles said as he rooted around under Scott’s bed. He wasn’t kidding about Melissa not being around a lot lately. It was somehow even messier, and stickier, under there than normal.
“God, Scott just because your mom hasn’t been around, it wouldn’t kill you to do a cursory sweep once every few decades.”
Scott reached down and tried to pull Stiles away.
“Scott, what are you doing?” Stiles looked back at his friend who looked like he was about to have a panic attack.
Just as Scott pulled him away, Stiles groped something sticky. He looked down at his hand and…
“Oh, shit!” Isaac exclaimed. He immediately turned to Scott. “Under the bed Scott, really?”
“I panicked! I threw the first one away. I didn’t have time to find the other one!”
Stiles was sure he was having an out of body experience. A crumpled, yellow, sticky condom was in his hand. Scott’s sticky condom. He was still holding Scott’s used sticky condom. He let out a yelp, threw the condom down, and shuddered violently. “Oh, my God! What the fuck! I just had my hand in your-” He gagged. His hand was still held out at an awkward angle. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to compound the gross factor by wiping it on himself.
He rushed toward Isaac and swiped his hand hastily along his shirt.
He wrinkled his nose. “Look, Scott, I’m happy you’re getting laid, but…” He shuddered again.
After finally getting somewhat of a grip on his gag reflex Stiles noticed Scott and Isaac’s twin looks of embarrassment, though while slightly red-faced, Isaac looked as if he were going to burst out laughing at any moment.
“Wait a minute…”
Stiles finally started to put the clues together. A fresh - really fresh - condom. Isaac smelled like Scott. Scott was wearing Isaac’s shirt. Isaac was all sweaty...and Stiles noticed so was Scott… “No...You’re not…” He looked between the two of them - his best friend and his interloping, sociopath roommate. His best friend and his...lover?
Scott stepped towards Stiles and opened his mouth and closed it several times without saying anything. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you find out like this.”
Stiles closed his eyes. “No. No. No, you can’t be.”
“But he is,” Isaac said with smug satisfaction.
Stiles opened his eyes and glared at Isaac.
“Scott and I have kind of been having our own sleepovers.”
Stiles rubbed his forehead. He rubbed harder and harder hoping he could somehow erase this moment from his brain. He looked up warily at Scott. “You can’t be serious? You’re fucking him?” He pointed at Isaac.
“Actually we take turns.” Isaac rubbed his chin. “You know, now that I think about it, it’s possible that was my condom.” He looked at Stiles’ hand pointedly.
“You mean that I might have had my hand in your-”
“Yup.” Isaac said, stressing the “p” sound.
Stiles looked at his hand. “Alright, I need to lie down.” The last thing Stiles saw before things went dark was the stupid smirk on Isaac’s face.
~*~
In hindsight, letting Isaac slap Stiles awake probably wasn’t a good idea. But Isaac had volunteered - and really quickly - that Scott really didn’t think it through. He was still panicked over Stiles fainting. In a million years, he never thought that would be Stiles’ reaction to his and Isaac’s relationship.
As Isaac reared back to slap Stiles again, Stiles’ eyes flew open and he grasped Isaac’s hand right before it landed on his already reddening cheek. “What the hell are you doing?”
Isaac pulled his arm from Stiles’ grip. “Well, you passed out, overdramatically I might add, and we had to do something to wake you up.”
Stiles slowly sat up. He cradled his jaw. “Next time a splash of cold water will do just fine.” He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath before he stood up.
Scott stepped forward hesitantly. “Are you feeling okay, dude?”
“No, dude I’m not feeling okay,” Stiles said coldly. “I just had my hand covered in jizz and found out my best friend’s been sleeping with a gigantic psychopath. A psychopath who was just getting his kicks slapping the crap out of me. No, Scott, I’m feeling very, very not okay.”
Scott sighed deeply. With Stiles already starting with the name-calling, it could only go down from there. “Isaac is not a psychopath, Stiles. I’m sorry for not telling you about this sooner. But it’s not really that big a deal.”
Stiles gaped at him and then slowly nodded. “Right. Not a big deal. It was so not a big deal that you felt the need to hide it from me, your best friend?”
Scott ran a hand slowly through his hair. Stiles did have a point, but Scott was ready for that argument. “I wasn’t ready to let anyone know. I just wanted to enjoy being with him without having a bunch of questions and without having you-
“Talk sense into you?” Stiles interrupted.
“Be a judgmental douchebag.” Isaac sneered.
Stiles shot Isaac a withering glance. He turned back to Scott. “How long has this been going on? Please, tell me this was the first time and now you’ve gotten it out of your system?
Scott shook his head. “It wasn’t the first time. We’ve been together since the beginning of summer.”
Stiles threw his hands up and practically hit his forehead. “That was like four months ago! You’ve been sleeping with that,” Stiles threw a brief, disgusted look to Isaac, “for four months?”
Scott opened his mouth to answer, but Stiles cut off his forthcoming answer.
“And what-what do you mean ‘together?’ It’s just sex. I know you’re a little naive, Scott, but just because you sleep with someone doesn’t make you a couple.”
Scott ignored Stiles’ condescending tone and took a few steps toward Stiles. His hands were partially outstretched and he felt as if he were inching closer to a bomb that was about to go off. “It’s not just sex, Stiles. We are a couple.”
Stiles blinked once and then shook his head vehemently. “No.”
Scott wrinkled his forehead. “No? What do you mean ‘no’?’”
“No.” Stiles shrugged emphatically. “I don’t know how to make it any clearer. No, you can’t be with Isaac.”
“I don’t really need your permission, Stiles.” Somehow, Stiles was being more stubborn about this than Scott had thought he would be and it was starting to annoy him. “And why shouldn’t I be with him? It’s not because he’s a guy, is it?”
Stiles moved towards Scott and gripped his shoulders. “I don’t care that he’s a guy. Scott, you could sleep with every guy in Beacon Hills and it wouldn’t make a difference to me. In fact, I’d hope that you filmed it and I would watch it with a tub of popcorn, a super-sized drink, and a huge smile on my face. Okay?” Stiles looked over at Isaac, who was glaring at him, and grimaced. “You can’t be with that guy. I just - I just -” Stiles pressed the palms of his hand into his eyes. “Am I the only one who remembers him terrorizing us?”
“He regrets that and he’s not the same guy anymore.” Scott said. He looked over to Isaac with a warm look. “He’s changed.”
Letting go of Scott’s shoulders, Stiles took a step back. “Scott, I’ve heard this whole ‘he’s changed’ song and dance from you before and I wasn’t buying it then and I’m not buying it now.”
Isaac stalked towards the two of them. “Why not? You’ve never even-”
“For the love of God!” Stiles whirled around, doing a 360, as he pulled at his hair. “Is it possible for Scott and I to have two seconds alone together anymore without you constantly hovering and interrupting? Just two seconds.”
Isaac didn’t say anything but Scott could hear him growling quietly. Scott looked over at Isaac, and could see that Isaac breathing was speeding up and he could see beads of sweat on his forehead. Isaac was probably two second from wolfing out and it wouldn’t be pretty. He gave Isaac a quick nod. Separating Stiles and Isaac would be the best thing for everyone.
Isaac started to leave.
Unfortunately, Stiles couldn’t leave well enough alone. “I can see why you keep him around. He’s quite an obedient boyfriend.”
Isaac immediately lunged toward him and pushed Stiles’ shoulder hard.
Scott could tell he had held back a little, given that Stiles only wobbled slightly, instead of landing on his ass.
“You know what, fuck you, Stiles!” Isaac said his teeth clenched so hard, Scott wasn’t sure how he was getting the words out.
Stiles held his ground and stood toe to toe with him.
“I don’t care what you think of me. I care about Scott. And maybe you’d be able to see that if you didn’t have this weird obsession with keeping Scott all to yourself.”
Stiles didn’t bat an eye at Isaac’s accusation. “Accusing me of being jealous, that’s really original. I know that the idea of having a friend is a foreign concept to you Isaac, but friends look out for each other. I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t say something when I see my best friend wasting his time with someone as beneath him as you are.”
Isaac’s nostrils flared and his eyes started to change color as he grabbed Stiles’ arm.
Scott quickly stepped in between them. “Enough!” This was getting them nowhere and he was tired of Stiles treating Isaac like dirt. He looked over his shoulder at Stiles. “That’s enough!”
Scott grabbed Isaac’s face and looked him in the eye. “It’s okay, Isaac. Calm down. It’s okay.”
Isaac was still looking at Stiles and growling.
“Isaac!”
Scott watched as Isaac eyes changed back and he took a deep breath and blinked slowly. His gaze focused on Scott. He reached for Scott’s hands on his face.
After a few seconds, Scott whispered to Isaac, “Just give us a minute, please?”
When Scott looked over at Stiles, he was watching the two of them and seemed lost and confused. Stiles stumbled backward and picked up his bag. “No, I’m gonna go.”
Scott turned around, his hand still held in one of Isaac’s. “What?”
Stiles headed towards the door. He stopped with his hand on the doorknob. “You know, Scott, you’re my best friend and I can take a lot from you.” He twisted around and looked over at his best friend. “I was okay with you ignoring me when you were with Allison and having nothing but Allison on the brain. I was happy that you could talk to me about it. We’ve always been able to talk about anything because we trust each other.” He took a deep breath. “And now you’re lying to me. Because of him. You say that Isaac’s changed? Unfortunately, I don’t think he’s the only one.”
Stiles didn’t wait for a response before he opened the door and walked out.
Scott just stared at the door. This was his fault. He should have never let Stiles find out that way.
There were so many different emotions swirling through the room that Scott was overwhelmed by the smell of it all. Anger, love, jealousy, pity, but the biggest one of all right now was regret.
He turned to Isaac, who looked as if he had no idea what to say, and wrapped him in his arms. Scott could only hope that with some time and distance Stiles could calm down and they could talk about this rationally.
~*~
The last time Isaac remembered feeling this petrified was right before Derek gave him the bite. He had been apprehensive about his decision, but he knew that he wanted it. He couldn’t go on living like he had been. But that didn’t stop the terror from overwhelming him before Derek sank his teeth in.
Derek had told him that it was possible that the bite might not take. There was so much uncertainty and there was nothing Isaac could do to affect the outcome. He was completely at the mercy of fate, or whatever controlled the sometimes fucked up outcomes of this life, and that thought paralyzed him with fear.
Even if the bite hadn’t worked out, and he had died, Isaac knew that he would be better off no matter what. Even death had to be better than living with his sadistic father.
Things were so different now. Being with Scott was better than he ever could have imagined. They had lived for months in their own little world of secret touches and secret glances and had their own secret language that was just theirs. And now that had all been ruined. Stiles had ruined it.
And now Isaac didn’t know what was going to happen and he felt paralyzed.
Scott cleared his throat. “I know that was bad, but it’s going to get better.”
Isaac barely moved as he turned his attention to Scott, who sat next to him on his bed. “How?”
“I’m going to give Stiles time to cool down and then I’m going to talk to him. I know that sometimes Stiles can be stubborn…”
Isaac raised an eyebrow.
“A lot of the time.” Scott amended his previous statement.
Another look from Isaac.
“Alright, most of the time he’s stubborn. But even though he’s mad at me right now, Stiles trusts me. I know I can convince him that I know what I’m doing.”
Isaac got up and trudged over to the window. “And if you can’t?”
Scott didn’t respond. He just bit his lip and looked down at his lap.
“Are we over?”
“No!” Scott said immediately. He got up immediately and walked over to Isaac. He took his hands in his own. “No. Stiles may be one of the most important people in my life, but I know he’s wrong about this. About you.”
Isaac looked away, but Scott put a gentle finger under his chin and turned his face forward to look at him.
“I’m so sorry about the things he said to you. He shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”
Isaac feigned indifference. “It’s fine. I’ve heard worse.”
“That doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t have had to take it then and you shouldn’t have to take it now,” Scott said, the steel in his voice leaving no room for argument.
It was moments like this that made Isaac remember that underneath the puppy dog exterior, Scott was a formidable opponent. He’d certainly had his ass handed to him enough times by Scott to know that.
As he touched Isaac’s cheek, Scott’s tone softened. “I care about you, Isaac, and I don’t care what Stiles or anyone else thinks about us. It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
Scott spoke with such heartfelt sincerity Isaac almost believed him. He desperately wanted to. But reality had not always been so kind to Isaac and he was incredibly skeptical about that changing now.
~*~
Stiles hesitated before he opened the door to the clinic. It had been one of the weirder and more awkward days of his life - and that was definitely saying something. He spent all day avoiding his best friend. He never thought that would happen and given that they had practically every class together, it wasn’t easy.
He just avoided eye contact whenever they were near each other. Thankfully, he didn’t have to see Scott and Isaac together much. With any luck, with distance between them, Scott would re-think the idiotic idea of being a couple with the loser.
Stiles finally walked into the clinic, but his steps faltered when he saw that Scott had spotted him immediately.
Scott met him in the middle of the room.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” Stiles crossed his arms in front of his chest. He slowly looked around the room. “Where’s your guard dog?”
Scott just sighed. “Isaac has the day off.”
Stiles just nodded slowly.
Scott couldn’t seem to decide where he wanted to focus his attention and was fidgety. He twisted his hands together and finally focused his gaze on Stiles. “Look, you can ask me anything you want.”
There were a million questions that had gone through his mind - “where’s your brain?, “what are you thinking?”, “are you having a mental breakdown?” - but he decided to start with the simplest, and the one least likely to start a fight. “How did this ill-advised thing with Isaac start?” Stiles asked, wrinkling his nose when he spoke Isaac’s name.
Scott got a crinkle in the middle of his forehead as he furrowed his brow. “I don’t really know. We were just spending time together and we were getting to know each other. Isaac’s really starting to figure out the kind of person he is, and that he wants to be, and I was helping him. He opened up to me and I realized I could talk to him about anything and suddenly I realized that my feelings for him had changed and he felt the same way.”
Stiles didn’t say anything. He walked over and hopped up on the examination table and leaned back a little. “Do you want to know what I think?”
“Even if I didn’t, I’m sure you’ll tell me,” Scott said. He sounded resigned to the inevitable.
“You were still reeling from losing Allison. You missed her and you missed that feeling of being in love. You and your big heart pitied Isaac and decided he was this person that you could change and make better. You got these feelings twisted up and transferred your feelings for Allison to Isaac. And even though Isaac knows that you’re clearly on the rebound, he took advantage of that confusion.” Stiles leaned forward. “That’s what I think.” He had prepared his speech all day in his head, had even written down some notes, and thought it made perfect sense.
“So I’m just some idiot who’s confused and doesn’t know his own heart?” Scott huffed.
“I’m not saying you’re an idiot, Scott.” Stiles tossed his head back and forth as he quickly thought it over. “Though honestly you sometimes can be, yes a little idiotic, especially when it comes to your love life, but you don’t have to be an idiot to be on the rebound.”
Scott shook his head hard over and over.
Stiles slid off the table. “Scott, you have the biggest heart of anyone I know. It’s one of the things I love about you. I know that you don’t want to hurt Isaac. But you can tell me, okay. This isn’t a real relationship, is it?”
“Yes, it is.” He said each word clearly and carefully.
“Then why couldn’t you tell anyone? Why couldn’t you tell me?”
“I told you. I just wanted it be between Isaac and me. I didn’t want any complications.” Scott stepped toward Stiles as he spoke. “Or maybe I was afraid that you might start some crazy rumor about Isaac, like telling everyone he had lice for instance?”
Stiles’ eyes bulged and he sputtered. “W-what?”
“You really think I didn’t know about that, dude?” Scott blew out a breath. “Danny told me.”
Stiles blinked at Scott. “When?”
“You remember after I became captain, or co-captain with Jackson, Coach forced us to have this lame get together for the team.”
“Right. He was so cheap we actually had it in the locker room,” Stiles added with a dry chuckle.
Scott nodded. “Yeah. Well, Danny and I got to talking and he told me why he stopped hanging out with me.”
Stiles scratched his head. “When did that happen? We were glued to each other’s side the whole night.”
“Not the whole night. We were talking after Jackson dared you to take the shower with all your clothes on, and you were drying off.”
“Oh...right.”
A part of Stiles was relieved that Scott already knew, and given that he hadn’t said anything about it, didn’t seem to be upset about it. He hoped it meant Scott could see that he was just looking out for him, like he is now with this situation with Isaac.
“Stiles…” Scott said in a tone that pleaded with Stiles to really hear him. “I’m not mad, okay. I just need you to understand that I can be friends with you and still go out with Isaac. You don’t have to do anything to chase him off.”
Stiles couldn’t help the nasty thought that occurred to him and blurted it out. “Right, why would I do that when you can do it on your own?”
If Stiles didn’t know him as well as he did, he might not have noticed the brief flash of pain in Scott’s eyes, but he did, and felt horrible about what he said. “You think I’m going to mess things up?” Scott said with a tremor of fear in his voice.
“I’m just looking at your track record so far. You loved Allison. If you couldn’t make that work, I don’t see this thing with Isaac lasting,” Stiles explained.
“I really care about Isaac, Stiles.”
“But you don’t love him. You don’t picture a future with him.” Stiles chuckled briefly. “God, you used to go on endlessly about your white picket fence fantasy future with Allison. It was so nauseating sometimes.”
Scott got a faraway look in his eyes and a small smile lit up his face.
“But it’s different with Isaac,” Stiles said.
Scott turned around slowly.
“It’s different, right?”
“I don’t think it is,” Scott whispered as he turned back to look Stiles in the eye.
He stared at Stiles, almost unblinking, with such clear-eyes and confidence. It felt like something had shifted and Stiles knew that things were far more serious than he had imagined. He was almost scared to voice what he knew Scott was thinking. “You think about a future with him?”
“Yes.”
“But that doesn’t mean anything, right? It doesn’t mean that you’re…”
“In love with Isaac?”
Stiles nodded.
“I am. I love him.” Scott sounded almost as surprised as Stiles felt.
Stiles whirled around and gripped the edges of the counter. “How could you be in love with him? You were just in love with Allison. Unless, you didn’t really love her…”
“Don’t!” Scott growled. He dropped his head forward and tugged at the back of his hair. He took a deep breath. “Don’t say that. I did love her. But she broke up with me.”
“And you said you would wait for her forever,” Stiles pointed out.
“I thought I would,” Scott said with genuine sadness.
“But Isaac is just so darn special that he won you over? Is that it?” Stiles said. Acrid bitterness filled his mouth and dripped from every word.
Scott crossed his arms over his chest. “Something like that, yeah.”
“Why?” Stiles shook his head as he turned back around. He just wanted a simple answer from Scott because this truly baffled him.
Scott got a goofy, and somewhat sickening, smile on his face. "He's funny and he makes me laugh. He's smart. He listens to me and he doesn't judge me."
Stiles stroked his chin. "You know it kind of sounds like you're describing me."
Scott smirked. "Well, Isaac and I also have great sex."
Stiles whistled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, we don't do that. Not that I haven't offered plenty of times."
Scott ignored his comment. "You don't know Isaac like I do."
Stiles shrugged. "Or maybe he's just showing you what you want to see."
"Ugh!" Scott groaned and put his head in his hands. "Why are you being so stubborn?"
“Am I supposed to just forget that he tried to kill me?” Stiles would certainly never forget it. He knew that Isaac and his pack were really after Lydia, not that it made it any better, but when Isaac broke into Scott’s house and lunged for him, Stiles thought he could handle it. He thought he could reason with Isaac. But the look in Isaac’s eyes that night chilled him to the bone. If Scott hadn’t come in when he did, Stiles wasn’t sure what would have happened. “Just because you got over what he did, doesn’t mean I have to. I have a right to be upset.”
Scott looked at Stiles with more patience and understanding. “I know that you do. What he did was horrible. I’m not saying you have to forgive him, but why can’t you accept that I have?”
“Because I care about you. Scott, you’re good and kind. And Isaac is the exact opposite. You are ten times better than he could be on his best day. You deserve someone so much better than him. And I'm sorry to say this Scott, but given how fast you got over Allison, who's mostly a good person, it should take you about a nanosecond to get over Isaac.”
“Stop it.”
Scott was so quiet, Stiles thought he’d misheard him. “What?”
“I said stop it!” Scott suddenly erupted.
Stiles braced for fangs or yellow eyes, but Scott’s own brown eyes just seethed with anger, which actually scared Stiles a lot more. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Scott seething with such obvious fury, pre or post wolf.
Scott hung his head. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds and the tension was getting unbearable for Stiles. He wanted to cut the tension with a sarcastic comment or something that would make Scott laugh, but they were well past that point now.
Scott finally looked up and not like he was two seconds away from exploding, but his usually warm and loving eyes were clouded over with hurt and disappointment.
“I need you to stop talking about Isaac like that. I’m not saying you have to like him. You don’t have to be friends with him. All I’m asking is that you accept how I feel about him and don’t insult him to my face. I don’t think that’s asking too much.”
Stiles for once didn’t know what to say.
“I honestly think you and Isaac can get along someday.” Scott got a weird grin on his face. “The weirdest thing is you don’t realize just how much you and Isaac are alike, do you?”
Stiles blew out a breath derisively. “That’s...not true.”
Scott chuckled. “Really? Isaac is funny. He especially likes to use his humor to hide behind when things get uncomfortable. He’s smart, but has trouble concentrating in school. And he…” Scott bit his lip and, for some reason, looked behind him, even though it was just him and Stiles at the clinic.
“I shouldn’t even be telling you this, but his mother died when he was 7.” Scott briefly looked up at Stiles. “She was killed by a drunk driver. Isaac doesn’t talk about her much. He barely remembers her, but he misses her so much.”
Scott sounded like he was close to tears. Stiles could feel a lump forming in his throat as he thought back to his own mother, and how much her absence still shaped every moment of his life. It had never even occurred to him that he and Isaac had that in common.
Scott looked pointedly at Stiles. “Does that any of that sound even a little bit familiar? Probably not. Instead of trying to tell me how Isaac isn’t worthy to breathe the same air as the rest of us, you could take two seconds and stop being so judgmental and get to know him.”
Stiles would admit he’d never really given Isaac’s life pre-bite much thought. Other than what they all knew about Isaac's father, Stiles didn’t know much about Isaac's other family. He never knew that he and Isaac had anything in common.
He didn't instantly feel some kind of kinship with Isaac though, just because they both lost their mothers young, but he did feel like he understood him a little more.
Stiles could see, and practically feel, how much this meant to Scott. Normally, he would do anything for him, he just wasn't sure if he could do this. He couldn’t shake his distrust of Isaac.
"Of course I know how much it hurts to lose your mother. But the difference between me and Isaac is I don't use it as an excuse to hurt people."
Scott's eyes bulged and he looked at Stiles with a mixture of shock and annoyance. "That's not what I meant."
"I know, but it's always some excuse about Isaac. His mother died, his dad abused him..."
Scott stalked towards him. "Don't say that like it doesn't mean anything."
"That's not what I'm doing." Stiles said quickly. "I just mean that Isaac doesn't get a free pass because his childhood was screwed up." Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose. “Scott, I'm your best friend and I know it doesn't always seem like it, but I'm always trying to look out for you. That's all I'm trying to do here."
"Stiles, I don't need you to look out for me right now. I just need you to be my friend."
"Sometimes being a friend means saying things that you might not want to hear."
Scott threw up his hands. Clearly they were at an impasse. "You're not even going to try, are you?" He said with profound sadness.
"I know you think I haven't been, but I have, Scott. I just don't see him the way you do and I’m pretty sure I never will. I don’t want to lie to you about that."
Scott opened and closed his mouth a few times and shook his head before speaking. "I'm not going to break up with Isaac. And I can't, I can't..." He swallowed thickly and opened his eyes. "You can't come around if you're going to keep treating him the way you do."
Stiles took a step back and tried to work out in his head what was happening. Though, Stiles didn't know why he expected different. Scott wouldn't just dump Isaac because he wanted him to. He was too loyal for that.
"Are you-" Stiles' voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "You don't want me to come to your house anymore?"
Scott nodded stiffly.
"But we can still hang out at school and my house, right?"
Scott didn't say anything.
Stiles looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath. He was absolutely not going to cry. He finally faced Scott again. "Are you saying if I can't accept you and Isaac, we won't be friends anymore?"
Scott closed his eyes and didn’t speak for a moment, when he opened his eyes he sighed. “I don’t know.”
Stiles was gutted, but that quickly transitioned to anger. He was pissed at Isaac, He was pissed at himself, but he was especially pissed at Scott.
He started to back out of the room, but stopped and stared daggers at Scott. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not the first time you put your relationship over your best friend. You know this time maybe I won’t be so forgiving when you decide you want to be friends again.”
Scott looked guilty and opened his mouth to speak, but Stiles turned his back on him and strode out of the room.
He walked out overloaded with anger, but by the time he got to his car he just felt empty. Pathetically enough, Stiles kind of missed Scott already.
He might have been angry at Scott, but he still cared. He knew Scott would have to see reason soon. He wouldn't lose Scott to Isaac. He just couldn't. Stiles couldn't entertain any other possibility.
Part 2
Title: No, You Can't Date A Sociopath
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Scott/Isaac, Scott & Stiles. Scott, Isaac, Stiles, Melissa, Sheriff Stilinski, Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Stiles finds out about Isaac and Scott's secret relationship, his first reaction isn't to wish the couple well - he faints. And then it only gets worse from there.
Warnings (if any): Brief mentions of past abuse and past off-screen minor character death.
Total Word Count/Length: 18,871
Disclaimer: This story/artwork is based on characters and situations created and owned by MTV. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's/Artist's/Vidder's notes (if any): Written for tw_fallharvest
Beta(s): Thanks to my beta, who chooses to remain nameless. Any mistakes left are my own.
Amy Matthews. Hannah Carter. Carly Gibson. These were just some of the girls who came in and out of Scott’s life in the sixth grade. He spent a bit of time being something of a ladies’ man. Stiles had guessed that it was the wounded puppy dog look he had going on after his parents split up. Though, honestly, Scott always looked like a puppy.
Not that Stiles was trying to rain on his friend’s parade. He was actually happy for him. He needed a lot of extra cheering up during that time, and anything that could brighten Scott’s day was a good thing. And, selfishly, Stiles figured if Scott was lucky in love eventually it would trickle down to him - not that it ever worked out that way.
Stiles was never jealous when Scott got a girlfriend. New friends, however, were a different story. When Scott got a new friend in the fifth grade, and invited him everywhere, Stiles hated the kid, even though the boy, Kyle, was perfectly nice. Painfully nice. So nice, Stiles felt guilty for hating him, but hate him, he did.
During the summer after sixth grade, Scott had to go to summer school and his mom had insisted he get a tutor. Danny Mahealani had volunteered to help.
They had never really hung out with Danny or spoke to him often, even though they’d basically been going to school together their whole lives. But after that summer, Scott and Danny became nearly inseparable. Danny had shared a few of his computer skills with Scott and they’d spent so much time playing computer games.
Scott had always made an effort to include Stiles, but he’d still always felt uncomfortable, as if he were a third wheel. He and Danny had a somewhat prickly relationship and Stiles hated how his usual sarcastic comments and jokes didn’t get under Danny’s skin. He just gave it right back.
Scott and Danny grew apart, with a bit of a push from Stiles. Well, more than a little push. Stiles wasn’t exactly proud of this, but he’d started a rumor that Scott had head lice. It was juvenile and wrong but it had done the trick. Danny’s mom freaked out and he stopped coming over to Scott’s house. After that he and Scott just got used to not spending time together, like it had been before.
Stiles was happy to have his friend back. Danny was the last male friend Scott had made. Until now.
~*~
Stiles grumbled when he called Scott for the fifth time and it still went to voicemail. They were supposed to have a “guy’s night in” where they did their annual X-Men marathon. It was finally going to be just the two of them, no third wheels allowed, which meant that one Isaac Lahey would not be invited.
Stiles pocketed his phone and decided to head to Scott’s anyway. It’s not like they had some kind of appointment. He couldn’t help grumbling about “stupid Isaac” when he got into his Jeep.
Ever since the night of that stupid rave, Scott’s opinion about Isaac started to change. After everyone’s final confrontation with Gerard Argent his relationship with Isaac seemed to change overnight. Suddenly, Scott started calling Isaac “friend” and they spent a lot of time together.
Isaac was like an infection that spread fast and invaded every part of their lives. Everywhere Stiles and Scott went, there was Isaac. It didn’t help when Deaton had inexplicably given Isaac a job, so Scott and Isaac seemed to be joined at the hip day and night.
Stiles had protested. He didn’t care if Isaac had come to the rescue when Stiles couldn’t be there for Scott. One unselfish act didn’t change all of the crap Isaac had helped put them through, but Scott insisted that they didn’t really know Isaac.
Stiles really couldn’t understand it. Other than not trying to kill Scott and his friends, Stiles didn’t notice anything different about Isaac. He was still a smart-ass who needled Stiles every chance he got.
Stiles figured that Scott was still messed up over his, seemingly final, break-up with Allison and was looking to fill that void with a new friend, even one as unworthy as Isaac. Plus, Scott was such a softie and really felt sorry for Isaac and his, Stiles would admit, beyond messed up childhood.
Things became even more insane when Melissa allowed Isaac to stay at their house. Stiles didn’t know why Isaac’s own Alpha couldn’t house his werewolf ass, but Scott had insisted Isaac didn’t have any other options.
Despite Isaac’s pervasive presence, Stiles decided he wasn’t going to do anything, even though this had gone on longer than he had anticipated. Even with Isaac living at Scott’s, their bond seemingly stronger than ever, Stiles was still confident Scott would eventually wake-up and realize the kind of person Isaac really was. Then Isaac would be out of their lives and Stiles would have his friend back. It was just a matter of time.
~*~
Scott giggled. An honest to goodness giggle that he thought made him sound like a twelve year old girl. But he couldn’t help it as Isaac tickled his feet.
When Isaac reached behind him for his feet for the second time, Scott giggled again and tried to swat at his hands. “Come on, Isaac,” Scott said in almost petulant whine. “Don’t you have more important things to be doing?”
Isaac grinned. “That’s true.” He leaned forward and put his hands on Scott’s chest and ground down on Scott’s cock.
Scott threw his head back against his pillow and moaned.
God, Scott couldn’t get enough of being with Isaac. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when his relationship and his feelings for Isaac changed. After he broke up with Allison, he had truly been prepared to wait for her as long as it took. His feelings for her were so real and so strong, he couldn’t even conceive of anyone else evoking those same things in him. And then Isaac happened.
Isaac was there for Scott when it really counted. Yes, Isaac had done a lot of bad things when he first became a werewolf, but Scott knew, more than anyone, how messed up that kind of transition could make you, especially when you’re already messed up thanks to an abusive father. Scott’s claws came out whenever he thought of Mr. Lahey. He’d never felt that kind of rage before. Whenever he thought about what Isaac went through, he wanted to reanimate his dad’s corpse and torture him, slowly and painfully.
Even though not everyone, especially not Stiles, seemed to get it, he knew that Isaac wasn’t a bad person. He was still a work in progress, still trying to figure out who he was, beyond being his dad’s favorite punching bag. Isaac had made mistakes, colossal mistakes sometimes, but at his core Scott knew he was a good person.
He had seen it these past few months. He saw it every time a new puppy would come to Deaton’s and Isaac was the first one to bond with it. He was so gentle and loving when he bathed them. And he was the first person to cry every time one of the abandoned pets found a new home. The first time Scott had ever held Isaac was after an abused border collie that Isaac had bonded with particularly had found new parents.
Scott could tell it was a mix of sadness and happiness. Isaac had tried to hide his tears, but Scott could see, feel, and smell all of the confused, tangled emotions Isaac was feeling. It felt natural to wrap him up in his arms.
It wasn’t just the animals, either. Isaac had formed a bond with Scott’s mom as well. Whenever Isaac was over their house, when Melissa would drag herself in after a twelve hour shift, Scott would cook, and Isaac would volunteer to give her a foot rub or anything else she needed. Whenever Scott would go over to the hospital to give Melissa some food, Isaac would tag along. He’d even take the initiative to do it himself when Scott had a shift at the clinic and Isaac was free.
Isaac was so open with him about his past that Scott felt it was only fair to reciprocate, soon talking to him about everything and anything felt so easy. They talked about their fathers. They talked about their favorite childhood memories. It made Scott happy to realize that Isaac’s entire life wasn’t always the nightmare it had become at the end. They talked about school and how they both felt like they weren’t living up to their potential. They talked about lacrosse. They talked about their favorite movies. Other than Stiles and Allison, he’d never felt so comfortable and happy with anyone.
Even though he’d never thought about being with another guy before, when Isaac kissed him for the first time, Scott didn’t push him away. He was startled and hesitated for a split second but he melted into it quickly. It felt so amazing and so right that Scott didn’t really stop to question it. He just wanted more.
Whenever Scott fell for someone, he fell hard. His whole being became consumed with that person. It had happened with Allison and it was happening with Isaac. He couldn’t get enough of Isaac’s perfect soft lips kissing him all over. He craved Isaac’s touch all the time. He wanted to be inside him and hear him moan his name constantly.
Scott and Isaac had made the decision to keep their new relationship a secret. But Scott couldn’t get enough of having Isaac’s scent all over him. Luckily, they didn’t hang out with too many werewolves who would be able to pick up on it. Scott was mortified enough with the knowing looks Derek gave them sometimes.
He’d convinced his mother, though it didn’t take much convincing, to let Isaac stay with them. He didn’t really do it just so he could have easy access to sex. Both Isaac and Scott were trying to rebuild their relationships with Derek. Derek was really trying to be a better alpha and Scott was willing to put aside their differences in the past. But one thing he wasn’t willing to overlook was Peter’s continued presence in the Hale house.
Of course the extra sex wasn’t something Scott would complain about. Being woken up by Isaac giving him a thorough, mind-blowing blowjob - like he had been that morning - was amazing.
The sex was so unbelievable. He was sure every single time he would pass out from the strength of his orgasms.
Currently, Isaac was above him and set a slow, languorous pace as he rode him as if he had all the time in the world. Distantly, Scott could see that his phone was vibrating, but his mind was too caught up in the feelings that Isaac was invoking to really register it.
Isaac put a finger under Scott’s chin and lifted his face up. “Look at me.” He swiveled his hips slowly as he ground down on him.
Scott gripped his hips and groaned.
Isaac leaned forward and sucked bruising kisses into Scott’s neck. He kissed his way up and lingered above, just out of reach of Scott’s lips.
When Scott leaned up to kiss him, Isaac rocked backwards and used his hands on Scott’s knees to leverage himself up and came down hard.
“Fuck!” Scott cursed.
Isaac picked up the pace and rode him relentlessly. “So…fucking...good!” He said between pants.
Scott skimmed his hands up Isaac’s sweaty chest. His hands slowly traveled to Isaac’s back and soon Scott surged forward and held Isaac to him as he thrust up into him.
Isaac kissed him with a hunger Scott easily reciprocated. He swept his tongue into Scott’s mouth and his moans were muffled. He ripped his mouth away and Scott could see his eyes change color. His head fell backwards as he let out a guttural growl and came all over Scott’s chest, screaming out Scott’s name.
Scott pushed a still shuddering Isaac onto his back and thrust into him roughly several more times before his own orgasm overtook him. He buried his face in Isaac’s neck as he whimpered his name.
It took several minutes for them both to come down off their sex high. Scott pulled out of Isaac and fell onto his back.
Isaac crawled over and nestled his head against Scott’s chest. Scott soon put his arm around him and gathered him closer.
Isaac sighed. “I swear one of these days we’re going to break the bed and your mom is going to kill me.”
Scott nodded slowly in a daze. “Probably.” He looked down at Isaac and carded his hand through Isaac’s sweaty hair. “God, you’re good at that. You should do it, like, professionally.” Scott winced immediately.
Isaac just chuckled and kissed Scott’s shoulder.
Scott was sure Isaac was used to him saying random dumb things sometimes, especially after sex when his brain was more than a little muddled.
“Well, I’ve never actually given a future in porn serious thought, but I’m sure having sex professionally isn’t all bad. Or were you thinking more like prostitution?” Isaac teased.
Scott laughed and playfully nipped Isaac’s shoulder. “Neither. You can’t have sex with anyone other than me - ever.”
Isaac looked up at Scott with a big grin and kissed him.
Scott was happy with how much more openly affectionate Isaac was becoming. He wished he felt comfortable enough yet to reveal their relationship. He wished they could be like this all the time - besides the naked part.
Isaac drew small circles on Scott’s chest with his finger. “Do you ever think about that?”
“A career in sex work?” Scott chuckled.
Isaac poked him in the side. “No. Have you thought about your future, what you're going to do for the rest of your life?”
Scott pursed his lips as he pondered the question. A memory suddenly came to him and let out a small chuckle. “Yeah.” He laughed again and shook his head at the memory. “Stiles and I used to talk about starting our own rock band. We were thirteen. Stiles figured we both really love those bands and that type of music and it would be a fun, creative job.”
“And?” Isaac said with a knowing grin.
Scott returned the grin. “And those guys always get a ton of girls.” Isaac nodded and laughed. “I would be the lead singer and Stiles would play guitar. We’d find the other members later. We saved up and bought guitars and even this sick drum set.” Scott closed his eyes and bit his lip to keep from laughing. “But I’d never actually practiced singing. So we decided I should practice and when I started singing, both of us, just automatically cringed. By the time I was done, Stiles had his hands over his ears and looked like he was in actual pain.”
Isaac dropped his head on Scott’s chest and began to laugh.
“Stiles’ exact words were ‘You have a voice that would make Satan weep.’”
Isaac barked out a laugh and looked up at Scott, who joined in.
Isaac wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “So I guess your plans for a career in music are dead?”
“Pretty much. I’m fine with it. I was never very interested in being musician,” Scott explained.
“Yeah.” Isaac got a wicked gleam in his eye. “Though I think you’d look really hot with some guy liner and some leather pants.” He waggled his eyebrows at Scott.
Scott grinned and put his hand on Isaac’s chest and pushed him down on the bed as he loomed over him. “Leather. Is that a kink of yours?”
“Maybe.” Isaac tried to sound nonchalant, but had trouble pulling that off as he stared with laser focus at Scott’s lips.
Scott playfully kissed him. He worried Isaac’s bottom lip with his teeth and then pulled back and smiled at him. He knew as a teenager he would have sex on the brain constantly, but he was starting to think Isaac was turning him into a nymphomaniac.
Before things could heat up again, Scott climbed off of Isaac and lay back down next to him. After a moment of silence, he twisted his head in Isaac’s direction. “What about you? Have you made any future plans?”
Isaac inhaled deeply and put his hands over Scott’s chest and rested his chin on his hands. “I’ve never really thought about it much. It’s kind of hard to make future plans when you’re worried about never having one.”
Scott closed his eyes and resisted the urge to say he was sorry. He’d said he was sorry so many times when the subject of Isaac’s abuse came up. It didn’t mean much at this point and it didn’t really help Isaac. Scott just pressed a tender to kiss to Isaac’s forehead.
“I have no idea what I want to do with the rest of my life,” Isaac said softly.
“You know that’s okay,” Scott assured him in a steady voice. “We’re only 16. We don’t have to have the rest of our lives planned. I know I’m still not sure what exactly it is I want to do.”
“But you probably want to do something with Stiles?” Isaac prodded.
“I don’t know.” Scott shrugged. “That would be great. He’s my best friend and I would love to be able to do something where we got to spend time together and nothing would have to change. But I doubt that’s going to happen. Stiles is a lot smarter than I am. He’s going to do something really great with his life.”
“Hey!” Isaac waited until Scott looked at him. “You’re smart, Scott. You are going to have a great future, with or without Stiles.
Scott felt another wave of affection for Isaac and reached up and stroked his cheek. He gave him a brief peck on the nose. “Speaking of Stiles, I think he’s going to be here soon.”
Scott twisted away from Isaac and turned to crawl toward his phone on the nightstand. After a bit of a struggle to reach it, he grasped the small phone. But before he could look at it, Isaac pounced onto his back.
Isaac pressed his crotch down against Scott’s ass. He was already half hard again. “Just give me five minutes.”
Scott’s head dropped and he groaned. “Isaac…” He made the mistake of twisting his head around and gazing into Isaac’s beautiful blue eyes. He met Isaac in the middle and their lips met in a soft kiss that Isaac quickly deepened.
Scott pulled back briefly. “Five minutes.” He kissed Isaac again. “Ten minutes, tops.” He tossed his phone onto the nightstand again.
~*~
As Isaac trudged down the stairs, he thought for the thousandth time how much he hated this sneaking around stuff. There was a little bit of a thrill having this secret that was just between the two of them and it was fun thinking they were doing something a little naughty, but for the most part it was just a pain in the ass.
Isaac had agreed to it for several reasons. He knew that Scott only suggested it for good reasons. He knew that Scott wasn’t ashamed of him. Scott just wanted to keep this something that was just for the two of them, that they didn’t have to share with anyone else. They also didn’t want to deal with awkward questions and people judging them. And by people, he really meant-
Another insistent knock.
Speak of the devil.
God, Stiles was really impatient. Isaac took his sweet time, partly in the hopes to give Scott time to get dressed and hastily clean up his room from any tell-tale signs of their sex-filled morning. Mostly, though, he wanted to piss Stiles off.
Isaac didn’t even hate Stiles. He could understand why Stiles would have a problem with him. He knew that he would hate someone if they terrorized him and tried to kill him. Even though he empathized with Stiles, every time he thought about trying to be nicer to Stiles, he would give some kind of smart-ass remark and Isaac couldn’t help responding in kind.
Isaac had done a lot of dumb, downright horrible things when he first got the bite. He’d taken all of that rage he felt at how he had grown up and turned it against others around him. He had become the kind of bully that he hated and never wanted to be.
But he wanted to make amends for what he’d done. He’d apologized to everyone and hoped that they could forgive him when they saw how much he was really trying to be better. He knew it would take some time.
One of the great things about being with Scott was that he realized the kind of person he wanted to be. He was able to find a better balance in his life. He could be confident without having to tear others down. But he also didn’t have to lie down and take any crap from anyone who tried to push him around. Especially short, possessive, know-it-alls, like Stiles.
As he got to the door, Isaac took a deep breath. Maybe he and Stiles could at least be somewhat civil this time. Certainly stranger things had happened in Beacon Hills.
~*~
Stiles was just about to knock again when the door was finally opened. He stumbled a little then recoiled when he saw who was on the other side of the door. He narrowed his eyes at the lanky irritant standing before him, just seeing Isaac immediately set his teeth on edge.
“You again?” Stiles groaned. “Ugh, is there ever going to be a time where you’re not standing on the other side of that door?”
“You know I wonder the same thing myself,” Isaac said without missing a beat.
“Oh, so you’re sick of yourself, too?”
Isaac held his stomach and pretended to laugh. “That’s hilarious. How are comedy writers everywhere not beating a path to your door?”
Stiles grinned thinly. “It’s a mystery for the ages.”
Isaac dropped the fake smile and crossed his arms over his chest. “What are you doing here so early?”
Stiles didn’t bother to give Isaac an answer; he just shoved his shoulder into Isaac’s chest and barreled past him. “Why do you need to know? Are you going to announce my presence? Are you the butler now? Because, I got to say, that would finally explain what you’re doing here.”
Isaac just rolled his eyes heavenward.
Stiles knew that Isaac and he could go back and forth like this all day. A part of him kind of enjoyed it...a really small part.
As he looked at Isaac he noticed for the first time that Isaac seemed out of breath and his forehead was a little sweaty.
“I only asked because you’re a little early for your sleepover with Scott.” Isaac explained.
Stiles heaved a great, big sigh. “For the last time it’s not a sleepover. It’s a-”
“Guy’s night in.” Isaac interrupted. “Yeah, I heard. Because that makes it sound so much better.” He said as he moved past Stiles.
Behind Isaac’s back, Stiles mimed strangling him. “Is Scott upstairs?”
“Uh…” Isaac stammered.
“Take your time. I know it’s a real thinker.”
“Yes, he’s up there,” Isaac gritted out.
“Thanks.” Stiles followed Isaac up the stairs. Out of some weird need to beat Isaac in some way, Stiles sped up his movements trying to get up the stairs. He maneuvered around Isaac and paused for a second. He sniffed Isaac briefly.
“Hey,” Isaac said as he reared back.
Stiles ignored him and sniffed again. “You smell like Scott.”
Isaac looked down and scratched the back of his neck. “What?”
“Yeah, you smell like him.” Stiles shook his head as he resumed walking. This wasn’t the first time he’d noticed this. “It’s not enough that they let you live here, now you have to take their stuff, too. First, it’s the cologne, next thing you know you’re going to be wearing each other’s...” Stiles trailed off as he opened the door to Scott’s room. “...clothes.”
A slightly bug-eyed Scott was standing in the middle of the room and he was wearing one of Isaac’s bulky sweaters.
Stiles hung his head briefly. “Seriously, dude?”
Scott shrugged weakly. “What?”
“Is that one of Isaac’s sweaters?” Stiles asked.
Scott gulped. “Yeah.” He looked around his messy room. “Mom’s been working a lot of double shifts and I haven’t really felt like doing any laundry so…”
“So you’ve decided to rummage around in Isaac’s stuff.” Stiles finished for him.
Scott nodded.
“I don’t know, dude.” Stiles said as he plopped down on Scott’s bed. “It’s kind of a slippery slope. First you’re wearing his sweaters. The next thing you know, you have a scarf for every occasion, too.” He smirked. He didn’t even have to look over to know that Isaac was probably giving him a one-fingered salute.
“It’s kind of comfortable,” Scott said as he smiled uneasily at Stiles and looked down at the ground.
“Whatever,” Stiles muttered. “Enough about you and your poor choice of fashion role models.” He cocked his head to the side and pointed at Scott’s hair. “Though, what’s up with your hair? Did you just roll out of bed?”
Scott’s hand went up to his hair and he patted it down. “Ugh…”
“No wonder you didn’t get any of my calls.” Stiles sat up and chuckled. “That is some of the worst bedhead I have ever seen.”
Scott rushed over to his bathroom, Stiles assumed to take care of the skyscraper growing atop his head. Isaac lingered by the door.
Stiles took out a couple of comic books from his bag. “I think it’s safe to say that you can go now, Isaac.”
Scott came out of the bathroom and stood next to Isaac. “Why would he go anywhere?”
Stiles paused. “Well...I thought Isaac was just going to go back to his room and do whatever sad thing Isaac does in his free time.” He didn’t like where this was going. It was just supposed to be a night where the two of them could hang out and be two dudes, without any werewolf crap to worry about, like it used to be. He didn’t want “the interloper” to ruin it.
“I think it would be nice to include Isaac.” Scott said. “He likes The X-Men movies, too.”
“Yeah. I haven’t seen all of them but I really liked The Last Stand.”
Scott winced.
Stiles spit out. “I’m sorry what?”
“The Last Stand. The third movie. It’s the only one I’ve seen all the way through and I thought it was great.”
Stiles pressed his fingers to his eyes and took a deep breath. “So, first of all when Scott says you’re a fan of the movies, that’s a lie. And secondly,” he counts off on his fingers, “seriously?”
Isaac looked between Stiles and Scott. “What? What’d I say?”
Scott put his hand on Isaac’s arm. Stiles took note of that and how close they’re standing together. “Stiles hates that movie.”
Isaac hung his head. “Of course he does.” He looked up after a moment. “Well, look it at this way, this gives you a chance to show me the other movies and tell me how wrong I was and how The Last Stand is-”
“A boil on the ass of an otherwise outstanding franchise?”
Isaac and Scott nod.
Stiles sighed. While he still didn’t want Isaac weaseling his way into his and Scott’s night, he couldn’t pass up a chance to educate Isaac and show him the error of his ways. “Fine. Where are the movies?”
Scott was blank-faced.
“You didn’t get the movies out already?” Stiles asked.
Scott rubbed the back of his head. “No, sorry. Maybe you could just start with showing Isaac some of your comics?”
“Fine.” He got on his knees by Scott’s bed.
“What are you doing?” Scott said, his voice dangerously high-pitched.
“I’m going to get the movies and we can go downstairs.” He crawled a little closer to Scott’s bed. “You still keep them under your bed, right?” Stiles didn’t bother to wait for an answer. He probably knew the layout of Scott’s room, better than he knew his own. He stuck his hand under the bed.
“There’s no hurry,” Scott said as he rushed over. “Let’s have some snacks first. You show Isaac the comics and then I’ll come back up here and get the movies.”
“Or we could just do it now,” Stiles said as he rooted around under Scott’s bed. He wasn’t kidding about Melissa not being around a lot lately. It was somehow even messier, and stickier, under there than normal.
“God, Scott just because your mom hasn’t been around, it wouldn’t kill you to do a cursory sweep once every few decades.”
Scott reached down and tried to pull Stiles away.
“Scott, what are you doing?” Stiles looked back at his friend who looked like he was about to have a panic attack.
Just as Scott pulled him away, Stiles groped something sticky. He looked down at his hand and…
“Oh, shit!” Isaac exclaimed. He immediately turned to Scott. “Under the bed Scott, really?”
“I panicked! I threw the first one away. I didn’t have time to find the other one!”
Stiles was sure he was having an out of body experience. A crumpled, yellow, sticky condom was in his hand. Scott’s sticky condom. He was still holding Scott’s used sticky condom. He let out a yelp, threw the condom down, and shuddered violently. “Oh, my God! What the fuck! I just had my hand in your-” He gagged. His hand was still held out at an awkward angle. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to compound the gross factor by wiping it on himself.
He rushed toward Isaac and swiped his hand hastily along his shirt.
He wrinkled his nose. “Look, Scott, I’m happy you’re getting laid, but…” He shuddered again.
After finally getting somewhat of a grip on his gag reflex Stiles noticed Scott and Isaac’s twin looks of embarrassment, though while slightly red-faced, Isaac looked as if he were going to burst out laughing at any moment.
“Wait a minute…”
Stiles finally started to put the clues together. A fresh - really fresh - condom. Isaac smelled like Scott. Scott was wearing Isaac’s shirt. Isaac was all sweaty...and Stiles noticed so was Scott… “No...You’re not…” He looked between the two of them - his best friend and his interloping, sociopath roommate. His best friend and his...lover?
Scott stepped towards Stiles and opened his mouth and closed it several times without saying anything. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you find out like this.”
Stiles closed his eyes. “No. No. No, you can’t be.”
“But he is,” Isaac said with smug satisfaction.
Stiles opened his eyes and glared at Isaac.
“Scott and I have kind of been having our own sleepovers.”
Stiles rubbed his forehead. He rubbed harder and harder hoping he could somehow erase this moment from his brain. He looked up warily at Scott. “You can’t be serious? You’re fucking him?” He pointed at Isaac.
“Actually we take turns.” Isaac rubbed his chin. “You know, now that I think about it, it’s possible that was my condom.” He looked at Stiles’ hand pointedly.
“You mean that I might have had my hand in your-”
“Yup.” Isaac said, stressing the “p” sound.
Stiles looked at his hand. “Alright, I need to lie down.” The last thing Stiles saw before things went dark was the stupid smirk on Isaac’s face.
~*~
In hindsight, letting Isaac slap Stiles awake probably wasn’t a good idea. But Isaac had volunteered - and really quickly - that Scott really didn’t think it through. He was still panicked over Stiles fainting. In a million years, he never thought that would be Stiles’ reaction to his and Isaac’s relationship.
As Isaac reared back to slap Stiles again, Stiles’ eyes flew open and he grasped Isaac’s hand right before it landed on his already reddening cheek. “What the hell are you doing?”
Isaac pulled his arm from Stiles’ grip. “Well, you passed out, overdramatically I might add, and we had to do something to wake you up.”
Stiles slowly sat up. He cradled his jaw. “Next time a splash of cold water will do just fine.” He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath before he stood up.
Scott stepped forward hesitantly. “Are you feeling okay, dude?”
“No, dude I’m not feeling okay,” Stiles said coldly. “I just had my hand covered in jizz and found out my best friend’s been sleeping with a gigantic psychopath. A psychopath who was just getting his kicks slapping the crap out of me. No, Scott, I’m feeling very, very not okay.”
Scott sighed deeply. With Stiles already starting with the name-calling, it could only go down from there. “Isaac is not a psychopath, Stiles. I’m sorry for not telling you about this sooner. But it’s not really that big a deal.”
Stiles gaped at him and then slowly nodded. “Right. Not a big deal. It was so not a big deal that you felt the need to hide it from me, your best friend?”
Scott ran a hand slowly through his hair. Stiles did have a point, but Scott was ready for that argument. “I wasn’t ready to let anyone know. I just wanted to enjoy being with him without having a bunch of questions and without having you-
“Talk sense into you?” Stiles interrupted.
“Be a judgmental douchebag.” Isaac sneered.
Stiles shot Isaac a withering glance. He turned back to Scott. “How long has this been going on? Please, tell me this was the first time and now you’ve gotten it out of your system?
Scott shook his head. “It wasn’t the first time. We’ve been together since the beginning of summer.”
Stiles threw his hands up and practically hit his forehead. “That was like four months ago! You’ve been sleeping with that,” Stiles threw a brief, disgusted look to Isaac, “for four months?”
Scott opened his mouth to answer, but Stiles cut off his forthcoming answer.
“And what-what do you mean ‘together?’ It’s just sex. I know you’re a little naive, Scott, but just because you sleep with someone doesn’t make you a couple.”
Scott ignored Stiles’ condescending tone and took a few steps toward Stiles. His hands were partially outstretched and he felt as if he were inching closer to a bomb that was about to go off. “It’s not just sex, Stiles. We are a couple.”
Stiles blinked once and then shook his head vehemently. “No.”
Scott wrinkled his forehead. “No? What do you mean ‘no’?’”
“No.” Stiles shrugged emphatically. “I don’t know how to make it any clearer. No, you can’t be with Isaac.”
“I don’t really need your permission, Stiles.” Somehow, Stiles was being more stubborn about this than Scott had thought he would be and it was starting to annoy him. “And why shouldn’t I be with him? It’s not because he’s a guy, is it?”
Stiles moved towards Scott and gripped his shoulders. “I don’t care that he’s a guy. Scott, you could sleep with every guy in Beacon Hills and it wouldn’t make a difference to me. In fact, I’d hope that you filmed it and I would watch it with a tub of popcorn, a super-sized drink, and a huge smile on my face. Okay?” Stiles looked over at Isaac, who was glaring at him, and grimaced. “You can’t be with that guy. I just - I just -” Stiles pressed the palms of his hand into his eyes. “Am I the only one who remembers him terrorizing us?”
“He regrets that and he’s not the same guy anymore.” Scott said. He looked over to Isaac with a warm look. “He’s changed.”
Letting go of Scott’s shoulders, Stiles took a step back. “Scott, I’ve heard this whole ‘he’s changed’ song and dance from you before and I wasn’t buying it then and I’m not buying it now.”
Isaac stalked towards the two of them. “Why not? You’ve never even-”
“For the love of God!” Stiles whirled around, doing a 360, as he pulled at his hair. “Is it possible for Scott and I to have two seconds alone together anymore without you constantly hovering and interrupting? Just two seconds.”
Isaac didn’t say anything but Scott could hear him growling quietly. Scott looked over at Isaac, and could see that Isaac breathing was speeding up and he could see beads of sweat on his forehead. Isaac was probably two second from wolfing out and it wouldn’t be pretty. He gave Isaac a quick nod. Separating Stiles and Isaac would be the best thing for everyone.
Isaac started to leave.
Unfortunately, Stiles couldn’t leave well enough alone. “I can see why you keep him around. He’s quite an obedient boyfriend.”
Isaac immediately lunged toward him and pushed Stiles’ shoulder hard.
Scott could tell he had held back a little, given that Stiles only wobbled slightly, instead of landing on his ass.
“You know what, fuck you, Stiles!” Isaac said his teeth clenched so hard, Scott wasn’t sure how he was getting the words out.
Stiles held his ground and stood toe to toe with him.
“I don’t care what you think of me. I care about Scott. And maybe you’d be able to see that if you didn’t have this weird obsession with keeping Scott all to yourself.”
Stiles didn’t bat an eye at Isaac’s accusation. “Accusing me of being jealous, that’s really original. I know that the idea of having a friend is a foreign concept to you Isaac, but friends look out for each other. I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t say something when I see my best friend wasting his time with someone as beneath him as you are.”
Isaac’s nostrils flared and his eyes started to change color as he grabbed Stiles’ arm.
Scott quickly stepped in between them. “Enough!” This was getting them nowhere and he was tired of Stiles treating Isaac like dirt. He looked over his shoulder at Stiles. “That’s enough!”
Scott grabbed Isaac’s face and looked him in the eye. “It’s okay, Isaac. Calm down. It’s okay.”
Isaac was still looking at Stiles and growling.
“Isaac!”
Scott watched as Isaac eyes changed back and he took a deep breath and blinked slowly. His gaze focused on Scott. He reached for Scott’s hands on his face.
After a few seconds, Scott whispered to Isaac, “Just give us a minute, please?”
When Scott looked over at Stiles, he was watching the two of them and seemed lost and confused. Stiles stumbled backward and picked up his bag. “No, I’m gonna go.”
Scott turned around, his hand still held in one of Isaac’s. “What?”
Stiles headed towards the door. He stopped with his hand on the doorknob. “You know, Scott, you’re my best friend and I can take a lot from you.” He twisted around and looked over at his best friend. “I was okay with you ignoring me when you were with Allison and having nothing but Allison on the brain. I was happy that you could talk to me about it. We’ve always been able to talk about anything because we trust each other.” He took a deep breath. “And now you’re lying to me. Because of him. You say that Isaac’s changed? Unfortunately, I don’t think he’s the only one.”
Stiles didn’t wait for a response before he opened the door and walked out.
Scott just stared at the door. This was his fault. He should have never let Stiles find out that way.
There were so many different emotions swirling through the room that Scott was overwhelmed by the smell of it all. Anger, love, jealousy, pity, but the biggest one of all right now was regret.
He turned to Isaac, who looked as if he had no idea what to say, and wrapped him in his arms. Scott could only hope that with some time and distance Stiles could calm down and they could talk about this rationally.
~*~
The last time Isaac remembered feeling this petrified was right before Derek gave him the bite. He had been apprehensive about his decision, but he knew that he wanted it. He couldn’t go on living like he had been. But that didn’t stop the terror from overwhelming him before Derek sank his teeth in.
Derek had told him that it was possible that the bite might not take. There was so much uncertainty and there was nothing Isaac could do to affect the outcome. He was completely at the mercy of fate, or whatever controlled the sometimes fucked up outcomes of this life, and that thought paralyzed him with fear.
Even if the bite hadn’t worked out, and he had died, Isaac knew that he would be better off no matter what. Even death had to be better than living with his sadistic father.
Things were so different now. Being with Scott was better than he ever could have imagined. They had lived for months in their own little world of secret touches and secret glances and had their own secret language that was just theirs. And now that had all been ruined. Stiles had ruined it.
And now Isaac didn’t know what was going to happen and he felt paralyzed.
Scott cleared his throat. “I know that was bad, but it’s going to get better.”
Isaac barely moved as he turned his attention to Scott, who sat next to him on his bed. “How?”
“I’m going to give Stiles time to cool down and then I’m going to talk to him. I know that sometimes Stiles can be stubborn…”
Isaac raised an eyebrow.
“A lot of the time.” Scott amended his previous statement.
Another look from Isaac.
“Alright, most of the time he’s stubborn. But even though he’s mad at me right now, Stiles trusts me. I know I can convince him that I know what I’m doing.”
Isaac got up and trudged over to the window. “And if you can’t?”
Scott didn’t respond. He just bit his lip and looked down at his lap.
“Are we over?”
“No!” Scott said immediately. He got up immediately and walked over to Isaac. He took his hands in his own. “No. Stiles may be one of the most important people in my life, but I know he’s wrong about this. About you.”
Isaac looked away, but Scott put a gentle finger under his chin and turned his face forward to look at him.
“I’m so sorry about the things he said to you. He shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”
Isaac feigned indifference. “It’s fine. I’ve heard worse.”
“That doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t have had to take it then and you shouldn’t have to take it now,” Scott said, the steel in his voice leaving no room for argument.
It was moments like this that made Isaac remember that underneath the puppy dog exterior, Scott was a formidable opponent. He’d certainly had his ass handed to him enough times by Scott to know that.
As he touched Isaac’s cheek, Scott’s tone softened. “I care about you, Isaac, and I don’t care what Stiles or anyone else thinks about us. It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
Scott spoke with such heartfelt sincerity Isaac almost believed him. He desperately wanted to. But reality had not always been so kind to Isaac and he was incredibly skeptical about that changing now.
~*~
Stiles hesitated before he opened the door to the clinic. It had been one of the weirder and more awkward days of his life - and that was definitely saying something. He spent all day avoiding his best friend. He never thought that would happen and given that they had practically every class together, it wasn’t easy.
He just avoided eye contact whenever they were near each other. Thankfully, he didn’t have to see Scott and Isaac together much. With any luck, with distance between them, Scott would re-think the idiotic idea of being a couple with the loser.
Stiles finally walked into the clinic, but his steps faltered when he saw that Scott had spotted him immediately.
Scott met him in the middle of the room.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” Stiles crossed his arms in front of his chest. He slowly looked around the room. “Where’s your guard dog?”
Scott just sighed. “Isaac has the day off.”
Stiles just nodded slowly.
Scott couldn’t seem to decide where he wanted to focus his attention and was fidgety. He twisted his hands together and finally focused his gaze on Stiles. “Look, you can ask me anything you want.”
There were a million questions that had gone through his mind - “where’s your brain?, “what are you thinking?”, “are you having a mental breakdown?” - but he decided to start with the simplest, and the one least likely to start a fight. “How did this ill-advised thing with Isaac start?” Stiles asked, wrinkling his nose when he spoke Isaac’s name.
Scott got a crinkle in the middle of his forehead as he furrowed his brow. “I don’t really know. We were just spending time together and we were getting to know each other. Isaac’s really starting to figure out the kind of person he is, and that he wants to be, and I was helping him. He opened up to me and I realized I could talk to him about anything and suddenly I realized that my feelings for him had changed and he felt the same way.”
Stiles didn’t say anything. He walked over and hopped up on the examination table and leaned back a little. “Do you want to know what I think?”
“Even if I didn’t, I’m sure you’ll tell me,” Scott said. He sounded resigned to the inevitable.
“You were still reeling from losing Allison. You missed her and you missed that feeling of being in love. You and your big heart pitied Isaac and decided he was this person that you could change and make better. You got these feelings twisted up and transferred your feelings for Allison to Isaac. And even though Isaac knows that you’re clearly on the rebound, he took advantage of that confusion.” Stiles leaned forward. “That’s what I think.” He had prepared his speech all day in his head, had even written down some notes, and thought it made perfect sense.
“So I’m just some idiot who’s confused and doesn’t know his own heart?” Scott huffed.
“I’m not saying you’re an idiot, Scott.” Stiles tossed his head back and forth as he quickly thought it over. “Though honestly you sometimes can be, yes a little idiotic, especially when it comes to your love life, but you don’t have to be an idiot to be on the rebound.”
Scott shook his head hard over and over.
Stiles slid off the table. “Scott, you have the biggest heart of anyone I know. It’s one of the things I love about you. I know that you don’t want to hurt Isaac. But you can tell me, okay. This isn’t a real relationship, is it?”
“Yes, it is.” He said each word clearly and carefully.
“Then why couldn’t you tell anyone? Why couldn’t you tell me?”
“I told you. I just wanted it be between Isaac and me. I didn’t want any complications.” Scott stepped toward Stiles as he spoke. “Or maybe I was afraid that you might start some crazy rumor about Isaac, like telling everyone he had lice for instance?”
Stiles’ eyes bulged and he sputtered. “W-what?”
“You really think I didn’t know about that, dude?” Scott blew out a breath. “Danny told me.”
Stiles blinked at Scott. “When?”
“You remember after I became captain, or co-captain with Jackson, Coach forced us to have this lame get together for the team.”
“Right. He was so cheap we actually had it in the locker room,” Stiles added with a dry chuckle.
Scott nodded. “Yeah. Well, Danny and I got to talking and he told me why he stopped hanging out with me.”
Stiles scratched his head. “When did that happen? We were glued to each other’s side the whole night.”
“Not the whole night. We were talking after Jackson dared you to take the shower with all your clothes on, and you were drying off.”
“Oh...right.”
A part of Stiles was relieved that Scott already knew, and given that he hadn’t said anything about it, didn’t seem to be upset about it. He hoped it meant Scott could see that he was just looking out for him, like he is now with this situation with Isaac.
“Stiles…” Scott said in a tone that pleaded with Stiles to really hear him. “I’m not mad, okay. I just need you to understand that I can be friends with you and still go out with Isaac. You don’t have to do anything to chase him off.”
Stiles couldn’t help the nasty thought that occurred to him and blurted it out. “Right, why would I do that when you can do it on your own?”
If Stiles didn’t know him as well as he did, he might not have noticed the brief flash of pain in Scott’s eyes, but he did, and felt horrible about what he said. “You think I’m going to mess things up?” Scott said with a tremor of fear in his voice.
“I’m just looking at your track record so far. You loved Allison. If you couldn’t make that work, I don’t see this thing with Isaac lasting,” Stiles explained.
“I really care about Isaac, Stiles.”
“But you don’t love him. You don’t picture a future with him.” Stiles chuckled briefly. “God, you used to go on endlessly about your white picket fence fantasy future with Allison. It was so nauseating sometimes.”
Scott got a faraway look in his eyes and a small smile lit up his face.
“But it’s different with Isaac,” Stiles said.
Scott turned around slowly.
“It’s different, right?”
“I don’t think it is,” Scott whispered as he turned back to look Stiles in the eye.
He stared at Stiles, almost unblinking, with such clear-eyes and confidence. It felt like something had shifted and Stiles knew that things were far more serious than he had imagined. He was almost scared to voice what he knew Scott was thinking. “You think about a future with him?”
“Yes.”
“But that doesn’t mean anything, right? It doesn’t mean that you’re…”
“In love with Isaac?”
Stiles nodded.
“I am. I love him.” Scott sounded almost as surprised as Stiles felt.
Stiles whirled around and gripped the edges of the counter. “How could you be in love with him? You were just in love with Allison. Unless, you didn’t really love her…”
“Don’t!” Scott growled. He dropped his head forward and tugged at the back of his hair. He took a deep breath. “Don’t say that. I did love her. But she broke up with me.”
“And you said you would wait for her forever,” Stiles pointed out.
“I thought I would,” Scott said with genuine sadness.
“But Isaac is just so darn special that he won you over? Is that it?” Stiles said. Acrid bitterness filled his mouth and dripped from every word.
Scott crossed his arms over his chest. “Something like that, yeah.”
“Why?” Stiles shook his head as he turned back around. He just wanted a simple answer from Scott because this truly baffled him.
Scott got a goofy, and somewhat sickening, smile on his face. "He's funny and he makes me laugh. He's smart. He listens to me and he doesn't judge me."
Stiles stroked his chin. "You know it kind of sounds like you're describing me."
Scott smirked. "Well, Isaac and I also have great sex."
Stiles whistled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, we don't do that. Not that I haven't offered plenty of times."
Scott ignored his comment. "You don't know Isaac like I do."
Stiles shrugged. "Or maybe he's just showing you what you want to see."
"Ugh!" Scott groaned and put his head in his hands. "Why are you being so stubborn?"
“Am I supposed to just forget that he tried to kill me?” Stiles would certainly never forget it. He knew that Isaac and his pack were really after Lydia, not that it made it any better, but when Isaac broke into Scott’s house and lunged for him, Stiles thought he could handle it. He thought he could reason with Isaac. But the look in Isaac’s eyes that night chilled him to the bone. If Scott hadn’t come in when he did, Stiles wasn’t sure what would have happened. “Just because you got over what he did, doesn’t mean I have to. I have a right to be upset.”
Scott looked at Stiles with more patience and understanding. “I know that you do. What he did was horrible. I’m not saying you have to forgive him, but why can’t you accept that I have?”
“Because I care about you. Scott, you’re good and kind. And Isaac is the exact opposite. You are ten times better than he could be on his best day. You deserve someone so much better than him. And I'm sorry to say this Scott, but given how fast you got over Allison, who's mostly a good person, it should take you about a nanosecond to get over Isaac.”
“Stop it.”
Scott was so quiet, Stiles thought he’d misheard him. “What?”
“I said stop it!” Scott suddenly erupted.
Stiles braced for fangs or yellow eyes, but Scott’s own brown eyes just seethed with anger, which actually scared Stiles a lot more. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Scott seething with such obvious fury, pre or post wolf.
Scott hung his head. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds and the tension was getting unbearable for Stiles. He wanted to cut the tension with a sarcastic comment or something that would make Scott laugh, but they were well past that point now.
Scott finally looked up and not like he was two seconds away from exploding, but his usually warm and loving eyes were clouded over with hurt and disappointment.
“I need you to stop talking about Isaac like that. I’m not saying you have to like him. You don’t have to be friends with him. All I’m asking is that you accept how I feel about him and don’t insult him to my face. I don’t think that’s asking too much.”
Stiles for once didn’t know what to say.
“I honestly think you and Isaac can get along someday.” Scott got a weird grin on his face. “The weirdest thing is you don’t realize just how much you and Isaac are alike, do you?”
Stiles blew out a breath derisively. “That’s...not true.”
Scott chuckled. “Really? Isaac is funny. He especially likes to use his humor to hide behind when things get uncomfortable. He’s smart, but has trouble concentrating in school. And he…” Scott bit his lip and, for some reason, looked behind him, even though it was just him and Stiles at the clinic.
“I shouldn’t even be telling you this, but his mother died when he was 7.” Scott briefly looked up at Stiles. “She was killed by a drunk driver. Isaac doesn’t talk about her much. He barely remembers her, but he misses her so much.”
Scott sounded like he was close to tears. Stiles could feel a lump forming in his throat as he thought back to his own mother, and how much her absence still shaped every moment of his life. It had never even occurred to him that he and Isaac had that in common.
Scott looked pointedly at Stiles. “Does that any of that sound even a little bit familiar? Probably not. Instead of trying to tell me how Isaac isn’t worthy to breathe the same air as the rest of us, you could take two seconds and stop being so judgmental and get to know him.”
Stiles would admit he’d never really given Isaac’s life pre-bite much thought. Other than what they all knew about Isaac's father, Stiles didn’t know much about Isaac's other family. He never knew that he and Isaac had anything in common.
He didn't instantly feel some kind of kinship with Isaac though, just because they both lost their mothers young, but he did feel like he understood him a little more.
Stiles could see, and practically feel, how much this meant to Scott. Normally, he would do anything for him, he just wasn't sure if he could do this. He couldn’t shake his distrust of Isaac.
"Of course I know how much it hurts to lose your mother. But the difference between me and Isaac is I don't use it as an excuse to hurt people."
Scott's eyes bulged and he looked at Stiles with a mixture of shock and annoyance. "That's not what I meant."
"I know, but it's always some excuse about Isaac. His mother died, his dad abused him..."
Scott stalked towards him. "Don't say that like it doesn't mean anything."
"That's not what I'm doing." Stiles said quickly. "I just mean that Isaac doesn't get a free pass because his childhood was screwed up." Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose. “Scott, I'm your best friend and I know it doesn't always seem like it, but I'm always trying to look out for you. That's all I'm trying to do here."
"Stiles, I don't need you to look out for me right now. I just need you to be my friend."
"Sometimes being a friend means saying things that you might not want to hear."
Scott threw up his hands. Clearly they were at an impasse. "You're not even going to try, are you?" He said with profound sadness.
"I know you think I haven't been, but I have, Scott. I just don't see him the way you do and I’m pretty sure I never will. I don’t want to lie to you about that."
Scott opened and closed his mouth a few times and shook his head before speaking. "I'm not going to break up with Isaac. And I can't, I can't..." He swallowed thickly and opened his eyes. "You can't come around if you're going to keep treating him the way you do."
Stiles took a step back and tried to work out in his head what was happening. Though, Stiles didn't know why he expected different. Scott wouldn't just dump Isaac because he wanted him to. He was too loyal for that.
"Are you-" Stiles' voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "You don't want me to come to your house anymore?"
Scott nodded stiffly.
"But we can still hang out at school and my house, right?"
Scott didn't say anything.
Stiles looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath. He was absolutely not going to cry. He finally faced Scott again. "Are you saying if I can't accept you and Isaac, we won't be friends anymore?"
Scott closed his eyes and didn’t speak for a moment, when he opened his eyes he sighed. “I don’t know.”
Stiles was gutted, but that quickly transitioned to anger. He was pissed at Isaac, He was pissed at himself, but he was especially pissed at Scott.
He started to back out of the room, but stopped and stared daggers at Scott. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not the first time you put your relationship over your best friend. You know this time maybe I won’t be so forgiving when you decide you want to be friends again.”
Scott looked guilty and opened his mouth to speak, but Stiles turned his back on him and strode out of the room.
He walked out overloaded with anger, but by the time he got to his car he just felt empty. Pathetically enough, Stiles kind of missed Scott already.
He might have been angry at Scott, but he still cared. He knew Scott would have to see reason soon. He wouldn't lose Scott to Isaac. He just couldn't. Stiles couldn't entertain any other possibility.
Part 2