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Characters: Isaac, Stiles, Greenberg
Date/Time: Sometime after 8pm
Setting: Stiles' room
Summary: Isaac is overprotective and really doesn't like the way the Greenberg thinks he can tackle Stiles and get away with it.
Rating: TBD
Status: Open to Stiles
Warnings: TBD

He hadn't meant for it to get out of hand. He had only meant to talk to him, make sure he understood that fucking with Stiles was a really bad move. But Greenberg just didn't know when to shut his mouth and before Isaac knew what had happened, the other boy had been lying on his side, a bloody nose and split lip and some pretty spectacular bruising forming.

In his panic, Isaac had bolted, taken off out the door with every intention of heading back to Stiles' place. He did however make sure to tell someone that Greenberg had been beaten up. It wouldn't be long until word got out that he was the attacker, but he wanted to be the one to tell his mate. He needed to be the one.

He didn't bother with the front door, choosing instead to scale the house and slip in through the open window.

"Stiles." A pause. "Stiles, I didn't mean it."

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Issac whimpers, but it's not from pleasure as the scent of Stiles' pain fills his nose and he stops moving for a moment, despite the urge to just keep going. "Are you sure you're okay? We can, we can stop if it's too much." He really didn't want to, not when he could feel himself getting close. But it wasn't worth hurting his mate for his own pleasure.

"No no--it's fine. Just don't stop, baby, please." Stiles whined, rolling his hips up slightly, bucking into Isaac, as he ran his thumb along the slit of his cock.

It didn't hurt that bad, and he could heal later. No way he was going to miss out on this, right now.

"Okay. Okay. I won't stop." He wasn't sure he could at that point, even if Stiles wanted him to. He chokes out a gasp as Stiles' cock brushes over that spot inside of him just as he thumbs the slit of Isaac's own and he tightens all his muscles around the boy beneath him, trying to drag him closer to his orgasm.

"Good--fuck--" Stiles groaned, his breath coming out in harsh pants as Isaac squeezed around him. He could already feel his body getting close, that warm heat pooling at his core, that tell-tale tightening in his muscles. He wanted to drag his lover over, first. Pumping his hand in time with his thrusts, Stiles tried to hit that spot in Isaac each time, his free hand holding the werewolf in place, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises that would never stay. "Come on, baby--come for me..."

Heat was pooling in his stomach and his thigh muscles were shaking with the effort it took to keep on going, but he was so close and he wanted to come. It only took a few more strokes and a couple well aimed thrusts and Isaac was crying out and falling over the edge, coming in hot spurts over his mate's hand. "Stiles..."

"Yeah--fuck--"

Stiles felt Isaac spasm around him, hot liquid hitting his chest. It only took a few more hard thrusts upwards and he was coming himself, gripping at the werewolf's hips as he let the pleasure wash over him, calling out his lover's name.

The first time they'd done it this way, flesh on flesh with nothing between them, Isaac had felt weird and slightly uncomfortable in the way most virgins would, but when Stiles came and warmth flooded him, Isaac moaned louder as the feeling of being claimed washed over him and he collapsed forward, arms thrown out to keep him from crushing his mate and panting harsh, forehead against Stiles'.

"Hey--" Stiles smiled, breathing hard as he felt himself come down, reaching his hands up to run down the plane of Isaac's back. This is exactly where he wants to be, always. "...mm...totally worth it." Worth the slight ache he would be feeling on top of his injuries tomorrow, worth knowing it would be the last time for a while.

The Beta held Stiles' eyes, arms trembling beside his head as he calmed down; sheer will power keeping him up on all fours, his mate still inside him. "I love you." He leaned forward then, pressing his lips to Stiles' in a kiss and nuzzling his nose beneath his jaw.

"I love you too, fuzzy wolf." Stiles chuckles, kissing him back, before reaching up to ruffle his hair. "Come on--we should get cleaned up." Because he's learned the hard way that dry come is really gross and kind of painful.

Isaac pouts, head still tucked up against Stiles' neck and he lets out a soft, disapproving growl at the suggestion of moving. "I'm not ready to move yet." But then, a shower would be nice; he can already feel the come drying and it's beginning to itch.

"Oh fine. Don't move." Stiles shifts slightly, trying to pull out of Isaac. "But I want to enjoy a nice, warm shower. And I'm going to wash myself nice and slow, and not think about giving you a blowjob maybe later."

Isaac groans, frustrated and aroused all at once by the words. He moves slowly, gasping when Stiles slips free and keeping careful not to knock his mate's sore ribs. "You are made of pure evil." He leans forward to lick Stiles' cheek and stands up, offering a hand out to the other boy.

"You love me." Stiles took Isaac's hand up and stood, wincing slightly. "Mmm...I'm so evil I'm going to make you help me wash, too." He dropped a kiss to the werewolf's cheek, before heading towards the bathroom.

"I do." Isaac turned to press his lips against Stiles' before following him into the bathroom. He grabbed two towels and placed them near the shower, before leaning in to turn on the water. "Let me look at your ribs again." Guiding Stiles to lean gently against the counter, Isaac brushed his fingers over the bruise.

"...ouch." Stiles flinched, but stood still, letting Isaac inspect the ribs, letting his long fingers curl around the cool porcelain of the sink. "Really, it's just a bruise, Isaac, I promise." He was almost sure, at least--he didn't like the werewolf worrying over him. It only reminded him how stupidly fragile he was, as a human.

"Sorry." He was gentle with his touches, brushing them gently over the bruise. "I want you to get it checked properly. Make sure. It looks worse than a bruise." He pouted at him, hand curling around Stiles' jaw. "Please?"

"I will, I will. I'll go see Mrs McCall tomorrow, okay?" Stiles sighed and rolled his eyes, but leaned into Isaac's touch, anyways. Always being slightly emasculated, that was his lot in life. "I bet it will look better after a shower, hmm?" Stiles gave a bit of a smirk, nodding his head.

"We need to get you cleaned up."

"Okay. I'll hold you to that. I'll be checking with her if I have to." It wasn't that Isaac didn't trust Stiles, but he knew his mate had a habit of focusing on others before himself and then just forgetting about himself.

He smiles then, and steps towards the shower. "I smell like you. I like smelling like you."

"Good lord, I thought I had a boyfriend, not a babysitter." Stiles snorted and started nudging Isaac into the shower, sighing happily as the hot spray hit his back. The water felt amazing, soothing. Definitely good for his sore, bruised muscles.

"I know you do. But you can rub up all on me when we're cuddled up in bed. Smelling like me and my sticky, dried come isn't going to feel so good."

"Actually, you have a werewolf mate. I fall somewhere between those." He grins, leaning forward to lick at Stiles' mouth. He let's Stiles push him backwards and flinches slightly when his back hits the cold tiles. "I can handle that."

"Apparently." Stiles sighed and kissed him back slowly, before pulling away to grab the soap, running it between his hands to get a good lather going, before placing his hands on his lover's chest.

"Good. Compromise is good for relationships, I've heard." He smirked, slowly working his hands over Isaac's chest and sides.

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