Rating: MNote: Bruce Skell belongs to lexilisciousSummery:They met in messy kiss; teeth knocking again teethand hands clawing at the fabrics and layers of cloths that werein the way of skin on skin contact. Shirts were thrown in differentdirections, without a care, and jeans shed. The first touch of skinto skin had them wanting more.
They met in messy kiss; teeth knocking again teeth and hands clawing at the fabrics and layers of cloths that were in the way of skin on skin contact. Shirts were thrown in different directions, without a care, and jeans shed. The first touch of skin to skin had them wanting more. More friction, more kisses, more everything.
Xander slicked up his fingers, it wasn’t often he topped, and carefully slid a finger in, waiting a beat or two before starting to stretch him out. He peppered the skin in front of him with kisses, stopping to bite and nib whenever the impulse struck.
Satisfied with how wrecked they were he pulled away, taking in the sight of trembling legs, nails shifting between blunt nails and claws, eyes flashing between human and iridescent. With a tender smile he thursted in, not stopped until he’d bottomed out; lips claiming his, swallowing down each and every gasp, groan and moan. His tongue slid between their lips, mimicking his hips. Claw’s pricked as Xadner’s skin, a warning to steed up. But wasn’t what he wanted and that’s what tonight was all about. What he wanted.
Moving down the expanse of skin offered to him - a rare thing really - he nipped lightly, eyes flicking up to make sure it was alright. Meeting no resistance he bit harder and harder until he caused a reaction.
Picking up speed, and using Bruce’s hips as perch, his hips slammed back into Bruce, rocking them back against the headboard with each and every thrust.
Claws raked down his back, marking him and growls filled the room, Xander matching every single one of them. Pulling Bruce full against him, he rolled and re-situated them until Bruce was facing his, legs on either side, one hand digging into Xander’s shoulder, the other braced against the wall.
Xander groaned, a hand coming to tangle in Bruce’s curly hair, slamming their lips together, his free hand drifted down between then and wrapped a hand around Bruce and stroked.
Tearing their lips apart, Bruce hunched forward, biting his own arm, fangs piercing the skin. Xander moaned at the sight, hips faltering briefly, trying to match the brutal pace of rising and falling Bruce was setting.
It didn’t take much more between the hand on Bruce’s cock stroking him for all he was worth and the way he tightened around Xander with each thrust up had both boys at their wits end and coming undone. Bruce came first, Xander’s name pulled from his mouth as he growled out his completion. Xander followed soon after crying out Bruce’s name.
Homecoming || Evening of March 5th || Derek, Bruce, and Isaac
Isaac looked listlessly at the TV as Avenger's rolled up on the invading army. He'd not slept the night before, cleaning house to distract himself, coming home only after school, and a long lacrosse practice with Danny and Stiles and Scott. No Erica, and he wasn't even sure what to *do* about that entire thing. And it was still too quiet, so he made dinner; soup in the crock pot, grabbed his laptop and homework, and snacks, and hoped that would be enough to distract him if he put a movie in. It wasn't.
The house was quiet... too quiet. Aside from the faint sounds of TV coming from beyond the door, there was really nothing coming from inside at all. And, normally, that might have alarmed him. But he'd gotten Erica's text earlier, and knew that she was out which left Isaac... Isaac, who was always quiet and reserved anyway. So, after glancing back at Bruce, Derek finally unlocked the door and stepped inside, glancing around. All the scents of home assaulted him and it took a moment, but eventually Derek knew there wasn't anyone human that could pose a threat to Bruce's control. "Come on... you're safe."
Bruce stood with his hands in his pockets, waiting for Derek to open the door, just behind him. He wanted to rush in as soon as Derek opened it, but he didn't because.. What if Paul had Stiles over? He couldn't risk that. So he waited just outside the doorway for Derek to check the house, covering up his impatience by extending his claws in his pockets then curling his fists and sinking them back in. "Finally," He mumbled, stepping in and around Derek into the house. It smelled like pack, and home, like everyone rolled all together in one place and it made him want to curl up and fall asleep. He made his way to the living room, intent on going to see one of the betas, but that was as far as he made it, spotting Isaac on the couch. "Isaac, hey." He grinned at him. "We're home."
Isaac startled hard as the door opened; he'd not even heard anyone come up. His eyes widened and even with as closed off as he was he grinned, wriggling out of the blanket and getting up and stepping over his pile, coming to a stop halfway into a hug with Derek before giving up and doing it. "It's really, really awesome that you're home." His wolf was wriggling happily, not even caring that Derek still smelled off, it was Derek. He turned and moved to hug Bruce too; to him they were really all one big pack. "Bruce I'm --” He sniffed, cocked his head and glanced between Derek and Bruce.
Derek let out a breath and laughed slightly when Isaac hugged him, shifting a bit before he hugged his beta back. "We're glad to be home." Derek admitted, smiling when Isaac let go of him and turned to Bruce. The look that flit across his features then as he noted the different scent had a subsequent look of guilt flashing across Derek's and he looked down and away. "I'm... Gonna go put your stuff away..." Derek managed, glancing towards Bruce before he grabbed up
Bruce hugged Isaac back easily, finding that the urge to kill him was nonexistent. Thank god. Bruce's eyes opened wide, surprised by his enthusiasm to tell him something, then lowered to confusion when he stopped talking. He rolled his eyes a little, pushing Isaac's face away from him with a large hand. "Don't sniff me, what if we had sex before we got here? You don't know where I've been." He joked, tone light, far too happy to be back. Bruce glanced at Derek when he talked, face falling a bit, but he nodded. "...Yeah." There was an elephant in the room, its name being Bruce's new hybrid abilities. "How've you been while we were gone, kiddo?" Bruce asked, perking back up, taking his hand off Isaac's face.
Isaac inwardly shrugged; Bruce was a Hybrid. After Derek turned, and Derek remained largely the same Bruce couldn't be more different. Isaac blushed slightly at Bruce's words. "Like that's any different than any other day,” His face fell at his question though. "I..." The quiet joy at having both alphas back fled and he slumped. "It's been lonely...and I screwed up with everything."
Bruce scoffed. "You say that like we just have sex on all the surfaces here. I'm offended, Isaac." He huffed, but it was all a show. He grinned a moment later. "We haven't done anything on the couch yet." He teased, sly grin on his features. He paused though, tilting his head a bit to the side when Isaac took on a somber look. "I would've been back sooner, if I coulda been... What did you screw up?" He asked a concerned look on his face.
He shrugged, flopping back onto the couch. "Everything? Nothing? I dunno." He glanced at Bruce before his eyes slid back away. "E-erica's probably over at Jason's." He flinched at the growl in his voice; it wasn't Jason's fault and he knew it. It was his own fault for not being what Erica needed and wanted.
"What did Jason do?" Derek questioned as he rounded the corner from the hallway and made his way back into the living room. His eyes slide from Isaac to Bruce then back as he rounded the couch and sat down on it next to Isaac. "She text me saying that she wasn't going to be around for a while... You two have a fight?"
Isaac shook his head. "Jason di--” He trailed off; that Jason hadn't done anything was a lie. He scrubbed a hand through his hair, the curls standing on end a little. "I-It doesn't matter." He shrugged, dredging a smile up from somewhere. "I...I can't be what Erica needs all the time." It hurt, so badly to say, but it was the truth.
"Aw, kid." He furrowed his brow, looking at him sympathetically. "Don't do that." He told him, ruffling the curly hair at the top of his head before sitting on the armrest of the couch, side opposite to Derek. "Of course it matters. If Jason did somethin', it's okay to tell us, or just me, or just Derek. You don't have to cover for him." Lord knows, the rest of Skell pack didn't. If Jason did something, Cory or Paul always let Bruce know. "What does she need all the time?"
Isaac glanced up at Bruce then Derek, then at his own hands. "I...Jason and Erica had sex." His voice was low, not quite a whisper, and he flinched, his heart constricting as he forced himself to speak. "S-she loves him too. And he can be rough...possessive. I...I..." He swallowed thickly, ashamed. "I can't. I've tried."
The admission had Derek's eyes going wide for a moment before he shook his head and rubbed at his face. So... one of his betas had cheated on his other beta with one of Bruce's betas. This seriously sounded like some shitty supernatural soap opera. "Isaac, if Erica...choose to do that, it has nothing to do with you. And it's not your fault, you know that, right?"
Isaac snorted and eyes Derek. "I'm not home a lot, don't pay enough attention, and I'm terrified of hurting her." He leaned his elbows on his knees, scrubbing both hands through his hair, a whine slipping from him. "I-I don't know how the hell to fix this..." Sheer frustration bled through to his tone. "It *hurts.*"
"Jason and Erica what?” He asked before he could stop himself, brows furrowing. It was like a personal slap to the face, knowing Jason had slept not only with a minor, but with someone he knew he'd cause problems by sleeping with. He knew it would hurt Isaac. He knew what it would do to them, and he did it anyway. Bruce wasn't sure where he'd gone wrong. Actually, he was.. Somewhere between drinking a liquor store out of business and scarring him for life...literally. "I'll be right back, okay?" He rested a hand on Isaac's shoulder, squeezing slightly, before pulling his phone out and heading toward the bedroom.
Isaac just shook his head. "I just want things back the way they were, except she wasn't happy..." He shook his head. "I want her happy...I want me happy." He sagged. "And I don't think either of us are right now"
Derek glanced up, watching as Bruce disappeared from the living room before he let out a breath and looked back towards Isaac. "I... I wish I could offer some awesome advice that would be awe inspiring and amazing..." Derek managed as he relaxed back into the couch, hands on his own legs. "But I don't think I can... Did she ever display that she might be interested in Jason before now?"
Isaac shrugged. "Not like this. They hang out." He snorted "They ended up in jail together, stole a monkey...but nothing like this." He shook his head. "It doesn't help that she's the first person I've dated either,” His smile was tight small and sad. "Was kinda thinking of making her the only one too. I wanted to wait until we were at least outta high school though."
Bruce made his way up the stairs to his and Derek's bedroom easily, waiting until he was behind the door to text Jason, then abandon the phone on the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the ground, followed shortly after by his pants. He was quiet, letting the shift come over him as it always had; a slow thrumming pain that, like drums, built up and got louder until he couldn't focus on anything else, then stopped. It was a process that took minutes, but Bruce had practiced it so much as a new alpha that it felt like seconds before he opened his eyes on all fours. It was a good thing they had flat doorknobs installed on all the doors, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get out of the bedroom. He made his way downstairs, claws clicking as he hit the hardwood floor, before rounding the back of the couch and jumping over the armrest. He nearly jumped straight on top of Derek, missing him by just a bit. He pushed his way passed him, deliberately having to touch him as much as possible just to annoy him, then gave up and plopped down in his lap, resting his head on Isaac's knee.
"So no warning..." Derek mumbled, furrowing his brows. It didn't seem like Erica... to cheat. She seemed the loyal type for the most part, and Derek didn't like to think that one his betas could hurt the other so bad... but apparently... "Wait what?" Derek questioned his eyes widening a bit at the last part. Just as he opened his mouth to say something else, he heard the familiar clicking of claws on wood, and let out an exasperated breath. "Really?" He called not a moment before Bruce leapt up over the arm of the couch and all but flopping on top of Derek, scrambling. "Seriously? Are you- Bruce... Bruce!" Derek grumbled, swatting at the large white wolf in his lap before finally he seemed to settle down with his head in Isaac's lap. "You... are ridiculous..." Derek grit out, rolling his eyes before a gentle smile settled into place and he began to work his fingers through Bruce's fur.
Isaac opened his mouth to respond but stopped, craning his neck, his eyes widening at the white wolf that rounded the edge of the couch. He'd never seen Bruce's wolf, and he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped as he obviously rubbed as much of himself over Derek as he could. When Bruce laid his head on Isaac's lap he hesitated for a moment then combed his long fingers into Bruce's fur, shivering as he finally felt, truly felt /pack/ settle around him. His brain finally got back to Derek's question. "Yeah...it's one reason I was working so many hours. Wasn't sure the house sale was gonna go through."
The equivalent of a grin curled Bruce's lips as Derek protested futilely. Bruce leaned into it when Derek started petting him, unashamed. His ears perked when Isaac shivered, lifting his head to look at him, licking the palm of his hand before settling his head back down comfortably in his lap.
"I'm... I'm sorry to hear that, Isaac..." Derek replied quietly, his fingers working through Bruce's fur as he let out a breath and shook his head, furrowing his brows. "For what it's worth... It's probably best you wait. Even eighteen is a bit young... Y'know?" He murmured quietly, shaking his head as he looked down at Bruce. "I wish there was something I could do for ya to make you feel better."
Isaac was silent for a few minutes, then he spoke, his voice quiet. "Yeah, probably." He snorted, fingers curling in Bruce's fur lightly. "This is helping to be honest." He glanced at Derek, smiling slightly. "Missed having you, having pack around a lot." His face fell again slightly. "I just...you know how there's only one person you'd ever really even thought about that way?" He glanced at Derek and Bruce. "One person that you know makes you happy and that you'd go through anything for?"
When Isaac spoke, Derek could help the way his eyes fell to the huge white wolf in his lap... Because yeah, he had. He knew the feeling all too well. How he'd known since they were little, and when they'd found each other again... "Yeah..." Derek finally managed, letting out a breath before he looked back up to Isaac with a sad, sympathetic smile. "Yeah I do..."
Isaac's answering smile was small and sheepish. "Yeah." He groaned, leaning over and burying his nose into Bruce's fur. "I just...I can't hurt her, you know? And being rough..." He shuddered, remembering the way his mom used to flinch. "It hurts."
"Isaac..." Derek said softly, stilling his fingers in Bruce's fur as he met his betas eyes and let out a breath. "Do you trust yourself?" That was really the question, wasn't it? "Do you trust your control? Are you under control?"
He opened his mouth then closed it, thinking. "I..I think I do... I really am." His voice was more than a little astounded. "I didn't lose it like I did before. I mean yeah, I yelled, we both did, but I never even wanted to do anything other than make it work. And the last full moon was fine too." He cocked his head to the side. "Why?"
Derek nodded slowly as he began to move his fingers through Bruce's fur again, green eyes locked on Isaac. "Then trust yourself." He managed, nodding a bit before he exhaled. "You were the first to find your anchor out of the three of you... And you managed to maintain it so shortly after you turned. If you can do that?" Derek theorized, shrugging his shoulders. "Then you can play rough. Just make sure going in you know where the line is."
Isaac stared wide-eyed at Derek for a long moment. "I...maybe. Dad didn--” He stopped again, swallowed then started. "I can try. If she even wants to come back." He broke eye contact, the thought of Erica not wanting to come back physically painful.
"You aren't your dad, Isaac." Derek replied quietly, reaching out with a hand to touch the betas shoulder, squeezing it gently. "You are you... Isaac Lahey, seventeen year old kid, werewolf, student, worker, pack member... You are you and no one else." His touch lingered for a moment longer before he pulled his hand away and let it fall to his side, the other still lightly working through Bruce's fur. "You'll be just fine. And I'm sure she will."
Isaac nodded, actually starting to believe Derek. "Yeah." His smile was finally a real one and he wriggled over, only disturbing Bruce a little, to lean his shoulder against Derek's. "You don't mind watching the rest of the movie with me, do you? And there's soup in the crock pot." His smile went a little crooked. "I don't promise anything but it didn't kill me when I tasted it earlier?"
When the smile stretched across Isaac's face, Derek matched it with one of his own. It was nice to see the kid smile... To be honest Derek had almost forgotten what it looked like. Which...was a sign that he really needed to be around more. "Alright, fine. But only if you quote Tony, Bruce quotes the Hulk, and I quote Loki. Got it?" He managed, laughing before he settled into the couch. "I'll grab some later. I'm sure it's great."
Melissa looked up at Bruce, worry clear in her eyes. When she'd gotten the test results back she's made them run it again. She wanted to be sure, because she wasn't going to give a false positive on this. "Bruce....You--You want to hit the couch, or go back to the guest room?"
