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[ Stiles? Puny human. Derek? Crazy, homicidal werewolf. There's some differences in size, stature, personality - you know, actually, everything. They're completely, one hundred percent, different.

But opposites attract, am I right?

Well, that's gotta be it. Because Stiles is so weirdly attracted to Derek, he kind of wants to confess just so he can understand why it's happening. But feelings happen to be the one time Stiles can't really use words - he's more used to manipulating them to cover up his feelings, like a net he can fall back on.

He's never been the most proactive, physical person, but that kiss he's pulling Derek into? Yeah, there's definitely some something behind it. ]

[ Truth be told, things had gotten more physical between them since Isaac had moved into the McCall household. Physical, meaning that arm touches and back pats had turned into short kisses and dry humping. And then that escalated more, and now here they are, Scott thrusting up into Isaac pinned on a wall, the slap of their skin ringing out in the currently empty house.

He abandoned sense in their relationship long ago - and as it is, he doesn't really think about much anything anymore. He likes how Isaac feels and makes him feel in return. There's not much to it other than that - and his breath is hot and heavy along the other's neck, human teeth dragging themselves down his sweaty skin. Getting lost in the feeling of Isaac clenching around him is easy enough, and Scott doesn't fight any growls that leave his chest with impressive passion. ]

[ It could be from being a werewolf, or a teenager or just that Scott was irresistible but even the briefest contact between the two of them ended in somebody naked. Sometimes, the both of them naked. Scott is equal opportunity. If Scott's mom hadn't JUST left, Isaac might've protested. But, she's gone for her several hour shift and that means sex. Sex against the hallway wall.

Scott fills a hole inside Isaac (literally, sure, but figuratively), one he didn't know is there. Isaac hooks his legs around Scott's, grasps at his back, nails digging in. He finds Scott's mouth, tangling their tongues together, silencing that growl. ]

[ Transformative, is what she called it. Her rise to power in the form of a bite. All thanks to very tall, extremely dark, and possessively handsome. It'd be hard to claim she felt nothing towards him - but does any girl really not squirm when under his gaze, or graced with the faintest hint of his smile? Funnily enough, Erica tends to have the same effect on people nowadays - though, she's maybe a bit more aware than him.

She was broken before, or something similar. An empty shell - a hidden away little object that wanted nothing more than to dust herself off and hop off the shelf she'd been placed on. She was off the shelf now - people noticed her - and she had Derek to thank for that. And she doesn't like owing people things so.

When they're alone in his apartment - Isaac and Boyd out making rounds to assure their safety - Erica will plop herself into his lap, like it's the most natural thing in the world. ]

Hey, Derek.

[ Stiles isn't particularly kinky - he's kind of just considering it lucky that he's getting laid at all - and he likes being affectionate as Erica's probably realized by now. But dressing up as Batman and getting to plow Catwoman? Yeah, definitely don't need to ask him twice there, Erica. He may have already had his costume ready before she asked.

Except, the costumes didn't last long - seeing Erica in even tighter clothes than usual did nothing for his urgency, and he pretty much ripped her free from her confines, diving in without a hint of a preamble. He's managed to get them both in their underwear at this point, though the passion in his movements haven't ceased since he first saw her. They're on his bed and he's on top of her, clothed hips ( clad in Batman boxer briefs, yeah, he came prepared ) roll up to meet hers, groaning when he feels her heat through their underwear. ]

[ Let the record show that Isaac hates Ethan.

Like bloodthirsty hate hate him. Like want him dead sort of hate. Like fuck the shit out of him until it hurts type of hate.

And that last one has gotten more and more common throughout the days - Isaac doesn't know where or when it started, but it just sort of happened, and he's helpless in defending himself from Ethan's seduction. Or maybe it's his own seduction - either way, the amount of sex they have has gotten on a daily basis type of level. Today is no different and - during a passing period in school Isaac pulls him into a closet, and automatically starts tugging at his shirt.

He doesn't know why he keeps doing this - why he enjoys it so much, but Isaac tries not to think about it. It makes his head hurt and - he'd rather just take this for what it is, waiting for someone who he can love sex with to come around. He mouth is on the other's neck quick enough, fingernails digging into his toned sides. ]

[ Ethan doesn't know when things shift but they do. He also doesn't know who's playing who, anymore. It might've started from his end. Isaac's hot. It's the god's honest truth. He can't deny that. At a certain point, he gets Isaac's number. Hassling him is easy. Bothering him at school. It's a physical fight that turn things physical. And then they're off to the races.

It's been a few weeks now. He gets daily sex of some kind. He's not going to complain. But, there's nothing about this that's fond or nice or sweet. It's hard and rough and there are scratches. There's blood. There's violence.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

His shirt comes off in one movement, his hand coming to the back of Isaac's neck. His other one presses into Isaac's hard-on through his pants. ]

Edited 2013-07-20 01:07 (UTC)

[ Chris has really bad methods, sometimes.

And the whole "out drink Scott to assert manliness" is probably one of the worst ones he's ever had. Because Scott wasn't relenting, and he sure and hell wasn't relenting, and now he's hovered above the younger ( very very younger ) man, boners pressed all up against each other.

This is very inappropriate. And gay.

But Chris wasn't going to put up with his "going after Allison" bullshit anymore. ]

[ it starts with a visit after school. chris argent asserts his dominance by forbidding scott and allison from doing whatever - again. it's old hat by now. but him ending up there on person. it scares him straight. he stays away from her - romantically. but, werewolf-wise? she's an ally. it's impossible to actually stay away. it becomes a chore. it becomes unsafe. and she's such good friends with lydia and she, lydia and stiles had formed some brigade. it's just not fair and he's over it.

it's a simple plan.

he shows up, knowing allison is sleeping at lydia's for the night, and he decides he won't leave until chris argent, mr. argent, ahem, becomes an ally. he won't it's just not going to happen. he doesn't mean to interrupt his foray into being an alcoholic. when he's offered a glass, scott laughs. he laughs because he thinks it's a joke and then, oh, wait, he's being serious? they're seriously doing this?

it becomes a fight to drink. over allison. scott will win. he's a wolf. he doesn't get drunk. he tries to explain this. but, they finish off one bottle and chris goes for another but semi-falls into scott because, hello, ex's drunk werewolf hunting father. and then it's proximity (plus alcohol, plus the smell of allison around the apartment, plus friction) that makes him sport a boner. fuck.

fuck.

this will not help things. it doesn't help that mr. argent feels like he's reciprocating? ]

Sir...

[ he feels like any sudden movement will just be wrong. but he easily holds the older man up. ]

Mr. Argent?

[ maybe if he doesn't acknowledge his own boner it doesn't exist? ]

[ Things haven't been simple for them, lately. They've been complicated - rough. And for awhile it was better for them to be separate, so that they could grow up individually, and hope to one day make a stronger couple.

The day came sooner than expected, not that Scott is complaining. Actually, it's the opposite - and he's ecstatic, so filled with vigor and delight to love her the right way this time. Before he didn't really appreciate all the little things because he thought they'd be together forever. Now that they'd lived apart, and he's grown to ache for the press of her breasts, or the swell of her hips, or the sound of her laugh, or her sweet kisses - now, he knows to imprint all those things in his mind. He knows to commit them to memory, to taste every inch of her and listen to the way her body cries for him.

He's in love, and he's horribly aroused, but he never pushes her. His touches are gentle, sweet, loving. He treats her like something precious he needs to preserve, and when he kisses her it's not like a mad man - it's calm and utterly Scott, exceeding the highest points of intimacy they've ever reached before. He's topless and she's not, which is a problem, but he's still so hesitant to push her into anything, in case she might want to back out at anytime. He wants her to be okay with what he doe s- and if it's not okay, then he's plainly not going to do it.

After all - she's more than he ever thought he'd get, more than he ever thought he deserved. She's more than enough for him, and he loves every inch of her. ]

[ the decision to be apart was hard, but allison was convinced it would help her. them. their relationship and their livelihood and while it was some of those, it wasn't that easy. she couldn't bring herself to even think about dating anyone else. she convinced herself she just needed time to stand on her own, to adapt, but really she just couldn't imagine herself with anyone but scott. that was the truth, even if she ignored it, or didn't realize it, or was just in denial because she'd screwed everything up.

but as things do, they made a full circle. together, then apart, and now back together again, and with that time apart under her belt allison has found herself appreciating their time together even more. she can see the differences in scott - between when they were first together, and when they were apart. she can see how much he's changed, and grown, and while part of her aches because she knows she wasn't there for him, another part is mesmerized by how he can be so scott but also so different. she wants to relearn everything about him, wants to know if he still laughs at the same things or is still sensitive in the same places. the chance to start over without really starting over excites her. she wants to re-memorize what it takes to send him over the edge, but also re-learn how it feels to be totally and completely loved. to feel him wash over her and around her, and to know she's safe and loved and know it's the best feeling in the world.

scott has always been different. she remembers telling lydia how he wasn't just some high school crush, how it was different, and the gentility in his touch, the way he looks at her and she feels adored, she knows what she told lydia was right. he is different, and allison can't bring herself to stop smiling when he leans in close, her fingers on that expanse of skin between his bicep and his shoulder, her right one tracing the tattoo there. the bands. she wants to ask what they're for, because somehow she hasn't yet, but for now she just treasures them. treasures him, as their lips touch. the kiss is soft, sweet, and her smile doesn't seem to want to go away even through their kisses. she's just so happy, even with everything that's happened in her life. in their lives.

when she's alone, it's hard not to think about it, but with scott? her mind is filled with him. with him and only him and it's because of that she knows she can relax, she can love, and she can let herself be loved. fully. and maybe with the mistakes she's made, she doesn't deserve that, but when scott looks at her like that, she thinks maybe she does. ]

Edited 2013-07-20 18:07 (UTC)

[ A little known fact about Danny's personality is that he's very possessive. That's probably fairly obvious to Ethan by now - with the constant texting, the hand holds in public, the way he pulls him in for kisses when no one's watching. It's all little hints to one simple fact - Ethan is Danny's and so help the person who tries to come between them.

And sex is an important part to the possessiveness, naturally enough. Danny always makes sure to leave marks all over him, which seem to clear up by the next day - but he's surprisingly okay with it. Just means he gets to lay more on him the next time they meet, after all. And today he's left his fair share, hickeys descending down Ethan's neck, which look a lighter color than he remembers them being, but Danny can't be bothered to think about it in the moment, too lost in the sensation of sex to really care. ]

[ Little known fact: Ethan has never had this much sex. Seriously. If he weren't a werewolf he'd be worn out three days out of every week. And those days would shift depending on if he was pulled into the boy's locker room, the janitor's closet, an empty classroom - though, that had been a blowjob behind the desk in a big swivel chair facing away from the door.

Another little known fact: Ethan kind of loves it. He loves how possessive Danny can be. Even if he's just chatting with another student - about homework, really, because he is not here to make friends (he is here to win), Danny's hand will find his or he'll interrupt them. It could be overbearing or it could be too much but for Ethan it's just enough.

The markings are fine. They mean nothing pack related and clear over night. He blames it on great genes. Little does Danny know.

It's their second time today. The two of them stepped out of Ms. Blake's class within minutes of each other. Ethan had left something in his car, Danny had to go to the bathroom. Respectively.

The back seat is easy to maneuver in. They're used to it my now. But, what he really wants to do. It takes finesse. And he's managed to undo his jeans and push them and his underwear down to his ankles. ]

How do you want to do this?

[ Isaac has this really awful habit of showing up in Scott's doorway looking entirely too fuckable.

Which is a thought Scott will deny thinking to the grave, because it's probably really messed up, but wet t-shirts and leather jackets - how he is supposed to resist? It's obvious enough with the beat of his heart, blood rushing to unsavory parts of his body as Isaac just stands there, which is more than enough. More than enough to make Scott lick his lips, eyes fluttering to scan him over once, twice, enough times. They play games with each other. Bodily movements saying what they want when words fail.

And Scott's motion is probably more than telling of what he wants, pining Isaac up against the wall and letting his mouth ravish the other's like he intends to mold the two of them together. Palms flatten firmly against his hips to ground him, feel the flicker of Isaac's pulse underneath his fingers as they dig slightly up the hem of his shirt. If it's not telling, Scott's not sure what will be. ]

[ Isaac always has been one to try to read into actions more than words. It's something that's necessary when your dad beats the snot out of you, he can't listen to how he's worthless, and it's all his fault; he has to pay attention to the fact that his dad lets him out, his dad doesn't kick him out, his dad lets him work a job... Because, from Isaac's perspective, you either have to laugh or cry.

So when Scott's earth toned eyes traverse up and down him, from his Kenneth Cole boots, to the curly mop of hair that resides on the top of his head and then back again... a couple times... An eyebrow hitches up slightly, questioning - no daring.

Scott's mouth is over his almost immediately, the fact that Scott's got him pressed up against the wall it makes him strain only slightly to lean down to match Scott's height, to keep the kiss going. It's never a fight for dominance, those are two cliché, Isaac lets Scott lead, only fighting back when Scott gets too confident, or forgets that Isaac is letting him lead, all the while savouring the taste of the other boy. They're on the same page, at least now, and Isaac makes that clear - one of his hands finds the back of Scott's head, tilting it and tugging him how he wants to make the kiss easier, the other hand moving to Scott's lower back, trying to pull him closer, or at least hold on as his own body presses up into the fingers trailing up his hem.

The height advantage makes breaking the kiss easy for Isaac, each of his words which are far more breathless than Isaac figures they should be are punctuated and painted with flashes of white teeth, in something that seems more animal than human. ]

I guess Mexican is out of the picture. For you anyway.

[ For him, however... This thought is made clear as he uses the hand on Scott's back to grab the hem of his shirt and try to pull it off him. ]

[ It's easy for Scott to get overexcited - easier for Isaac to have that impression on him, because the skitter of his breath and the press of his lips is more than effective on Scott. He wishes he could kiss him more - wishes Isaac wasn't taller, because then Scott would never break the kiss and never pull back, never be anywhere except for where he is right now, in Isaac's arms. It's probably a sappy notion, but then again, Scott's never been afraid of his feelings. Or expressing them. ]

You're so lame.

[ He hovers as close as he can, obvious that if Isaac wasn't holding him back he'd still be all over him, tasting him, touching him. His nose affectionately runs against Isaac's, nodding over his lips a bit while a happy grin gets painted on Scott's features. The shirt is up and off easily enough - and he's happy his neediness and wanting is returned, happy he's free from some of his constraints, but there's still a fair bit left to be done. So in hindsight, he shouldn't get that excited over the fact that Isaac Lahey just stripped him, right? ]

I don't want Mexican. I'll go ahead and take an "Isaac Lahey" to go, though.

[ His hands go back to dig up Isaac's shirt and get him in a similar state of undress. Fair is fair and if Scott is topless, Isaac definitely should be too. ]

Edited (sob it's prettier now ;;) 2013-07-21 17:14 (UTC)

[ Isaac doesn't know where he stands or should be, but pressed up against Allison's naked body feels pretty good for right now.

In hindsight, it was a terrible idea. After some bloodied fight, Scott had insisted he take Allison to his house to get cleaned up, have his mom sew up any cuts she had and tend to all her wounds. And that was fine - Scott set off with Derek to find clues, or whatever it is that they do, and Isaac was going to stick behind, protect from at home. He was going to defend Scott's prized treasure from all different kinds of trouble - something about how Isaac is the only one he trusts with her and.

Well, that was probably a bad decision. Sorry, Scott.

Because Allison is in pain, and Isaac wants to help her - really, it was innocent when he entered in the bathroom without much warning, laying his hands all over her to relive some of the pain. And then he was touching her and not taking away her pain - just touching her, just enjoying the feel of his fingertips brushing smooth skin, lightly tapping the cuts and bruises she suffered, wanting to take away the sort of physical reminders. He can't do that, but he can keep pressing his hand to hers, keep filling his veins with the black sickness that leeks off of her.

He can also enjoy the feeling of lips on lips - and his hands diving to hook around the back of her thighs, hauling her up to hug him close. He's allowed this moment - body still sore from the fight, but not hurting - to envelop in her, one hand moving to press against the curve of her bare breast, delicate to not hurt her, but rough because he needs the reassurance that this is happening. ]

[ There had been an odd kind of innocence about the way everything had started - enough so that despite Allison's initial surprise she hadn't really protested that much to his presence in the bathroom. Kept the shower curtain tugged up around her neck, sure, but she doesn't argue when his hand reaches out and comes into contact with her skin. She's not expecting there to be quite such a rush though. She can literally see the pain leaving her body, and there's something strange and fascinating about that. And then he has another hand on her, and somewhere down the line she let go of the shower curtain and she doesn't really know why.

Nothing destroys the innocence of a moment quite like leaning in to press your lips against one of your ex's best friend - in the shower of the home of said ex no less - but she isn't thinking about that so much right now. She's more focused on bringing her arms around Isaac's neck, threading her fingers through his hair and arching up to meet the touch of his hand. She feels the ache of still healing wounds as she moves, winces slightly at the pull of cuts as she drags him closer but it doesn't seem to matter so much. That's not really her first priority either.

When she breaks away she initially wants to say something. 'What are we doing' maybe, or 'this is a bad idea', but she never actually gets that far. Instead she just bites her lower lip slightly, watches him for half a second while her mind whirs over just how many bad decisions she wants to make today. The half a second pass, and Allison's grip tightens just a fraction in his hair, she pushes up forward against him with more urgency and she brings their lips back together again. She's already at five bad decisions for the day, why not make it six.]

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