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[firsttofreedom]

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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"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.

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"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.

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"...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.

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"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?"

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

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"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.