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[clawstrophobic]

[A nerve's not been hit so much as struck soundly across the face. Isaac was never promiscuous, and thus he never had anyone accusing him of being a slut, so it's a new irritation ripe for the scratching. The urge to grind together to a fever pitch wanes in the face of freshly bruised pride, and if he had gotten Deucalion off of him, he would've found the door. Shown himself it. Shut it sound on his way out, because he is here of his own volition. He tells himself. He can go whenever he wants. He tells himself. Deucalion didn't drag him here, merely suggested and found the right sequence of buttons to press. This can be cut off at the infection, can't it? That too-late feeling is a joke.

And yet there is a hand on his throat, and if Deucalion can knock him that hard against a mattress, Isaac's loathe to find out what it'd feel like on cement. He can guess it'd have a similar sensation to having his skull caved in from the back. Just a guesstimate.

Those claws of Deucalion's do cut, though. Isaac's vision blurs momentarily, and he scrabbles useless, blunt nails against the Alpha's chest. He wants to snap, wants more than eyes that glow-- his teeth, his cartilage, his everything could become a weapon. But he's subdued by their position in the hierarchy. Nowhere near the full moon, there isn't enough rage for him not to acquiesce in the face of that cold, red burn.

He'll fight with his words as his body goes stock still. With effort, he drags his hands down to his sides.

Breathe, Isaac. Don't provoke him further-- right now.]

Yeah-- about that.

[A gulp that's only audible when a hard exhale follows. Isaac is all tension and concern.]

I don't have to be. [Not demanding dominance, oh no, but requesting it be acknowledged this is meant to be consensual, jackass. He shouldn't be letting him bite at his neck like this, but he suspects if he's good, if he just-- tilts his head back what little he safely can. That's gonna assuage the anger.

His eyes shut tight and brief.]

So lay off on Derek and Scott-- okay?

[deucebag]

[ Running an alpha pack is a tenuous kind of thing, and it's not that fights haven't broken out between them and Deucalion - obviously they didn't immediately decide to submit to him - but it generally only took one show of what he could do to them for that kind of rebellion to be choked down. Arguments and attitude he'll tolerate, but attacks? No. And if he won't allow it in his Alphas, he will certainly not take it from a Beta. Still, he does actually want Isaac here, and seeing as they're halfway to the really enjoyable part of it, he'd rather not have to rip his throat out to make a point. While he feels the tension going out of Isaac's body, feeling his arms lower and that precious tilt of his head back, Deucalion's claws retract, and the bites to his throat are more near apologetic, idle licks and open mouthed kisses. A sigh leaves him. ]

Let's not go there again, Isaac. [ 'There' being the eyes and claws and fangs coming out. It's just not ever going to end well. ] We don't want this becoming unfortunate.

[ He is what he is, and what he is demands the strict rule of no exceptions. But he can grant the wish that he doesn't act like an asshole, so the fingers that had been gripped in his hair massage at his scalp gently, lips coming to press shortly and lazily to Isaac's as he mutters agreement. ] They won't be mentioned again.

[ And he pulls back and off of Isaac, easing across the mattress to lean against the headboard with legs splayed in front of him, a hand motioning that Isaac should follow - leaving the matter of Scott and Derek behind. ]

[clawstrophobic]

[What did he expect? Deucalion to toss him around like the worthless remains of an unwanted ragdoll? To be told no? Yeah, that and a thousand other miserable things, because he's not used to people being decent when he knows they're capable of so much worse. That's the thing about Scott; he's such a good guy. No matter what, his heart is in the right place. That's why Isaac respects him. At best, you could call Deucalion's actions against his own packs (plural now, and isn't that a sickening thought?) monstrous. Evil. Detestable. Cruel. So if he'd snapped Isaac in half, it wouldn't have necessarily been a surprise so much as a disappointment.

Isaac's kissed instead.

Soft, along that same throat, and the small wounds will heal swift with no mark left behind. Teeth press tight to the skin, but he is treating him tenderly. If he wasn't so busy holding his breath, Isaac might let out a sob of relief-- except that? That might've been too weak. He's a Beta, not an Omega. Some pride's allotted.]

Thanks.

[A snort, because Deucalion has moved off of him and he suspects sarcasm in light doses will be greeted with humor. Being not-Stiles, he knows when to hold up, when to bow his head.

That's not what's wanted right now. He can tell. Deucalion wants those bloody eyes met, and so Isaac forces himself to display strength and character. His heart beats three thousand miles a minute, but he rolls to his hands and knees. He is crawling, and it takes him about two seconds to figure out he's being beckoned to the Alpha's lap, not to between his thighs.

His knees dig into the mattress top. He straddles him and now it's his turn to start the kiss. Short and bitter for the way he refuses to part his lips or show teeth or tongue. All in due time.]

I'll play nice if you do-- I'm not your Beta, Deucalion.

[Uppity speech that he tempers by licking a hard stripe up the older man's cheek from jaw to temple.]

[deucebag]

[ Uppity is something he'll take, most certainly when it comes along with a half naked, lithe figure settled in his lap, running a hot tongue across his cheek, and there's a low hum of approval at the action. He prefers them with spine, really, if it wasn't obvious enough in Kali, Ennis and the twins. That's the alluring thing about Isaac, honestly. He's endearing in how vulnerable he is, how needy and deprived and misused, but at the same time, intriguing in how the wolf in him brings up an attitude and a fierceness you see in bright, seductive flashes. Something the others haven't seemed to really appreciate about Isaac, but all well. Their loss. A soft exhale that might have been a laugh for 'thanks', and a cheeky tone. ] My pleasure.

[ Deucalion's hands come up to smooth up Isaac's bare sides, feeling the curves of muscle and lines of bone as the move around to his back, following the indention of his spine down to dip slightly under the waistband of his jeans, fingertips exploring over soft, sensitive flesh. He can hear the eratic thrumming of Isaac's heart in his chest and just the thought of it sends a thrill through the Alpha, a warming, tightening sensation lighting up his nerves and heading southward in a way that has him rolling his hips up to grind against Isaac in his lap.

He grins, sharpness there, and while Isaac is keeping the kisses short and chaste, he's seeking him out, dragging teeth against his lower lip, nipping, and increasingly getting more and more demanding. The next comment is obviously bullshit, but a playful kind of sarcasm. ]

I'm always nice. [ A smirk plays at his lips for the beta comment, and it's almost followed by 'and you should be very glad you aren't', but he thinks now is really not the time to bring up the fact he has brutally murdered people in Isaac's position before. Bit of a mood killer. Instead, his hand travel forward, feeling over the curves of his hip bone before index fingers slip into the front of his pants, tugging emphatically. ]

These can go.

[clawstrophobic]

[He wants Deucalion like the moth wants to be caught on fire when it nears the flame. Wings alight, it will set the whole house to smoldering, and that's what Isaac's been looking for. Something to stoke him, let him yield but not make him feel small for it. This is danger incarnate. Worse than twenty blades from a pretty hunter, his life is on the line with zero doubts if he makes the wrong move. There's no healing from the ways this Alpha could rend him limb from limb. No Good Enough reason exists. This is a betrayal against his pack, against self-preservation, against basic common sense. The yearning remains. Were he the poetic sort, he'd think it was a wolf thing, some kinda instinctual mating drive, only that's not poetic. That's terrifying.

He's not going to start thinking about the concept of unavoidable soul-mates with a guy like Deucalion, he's just not.

Added to the list of shit Isaac doesn't want to dwell on is how he feels about another man's cock rutting up against him. Another five minutes, it's gonna be an issue worth addressing, but in the moment it's mere pressure.

Don't think he's being prudish with his mouth out of honest virginal inclinations; Isaac makes up for inexperience with raw desire. Were Deucalion another teenager, another Beta, not a killer at the very least, they'd be rolling together. He'd be trying to consume him while egging on his own devouring. Teasing and impish and hungry. For now, the power emitting off the Alpha holds him back while he adjusts to it. He's barely gotten himself setting his hands onto the other's side and chest when his pants are, uh. They turn out to be unwanted.]

Yeah. I got it.

[He sets his hand on Deucalion's shoulder, pointblank using him to keep himself stable as he pushes up onto his feet. Wobbly at first, the mattress a shifting surface, his feet spread wide by the man's lap between. Then it's with one hand he flicks the top button of his jeans. Takes care with the zipper so it won't catch. It proves difficult to shimmy out of the denim like this, and his groin is surprisingly close to a blind man's face, but.

Everything has its price. He's got the fabric bunched down to his knees-- then he's pressed to balance on one foot as he tugs them off the first leg. Mostly kicks them off the second.]