Scott McCall oneshots

Bleeding Red (Sceo) (NSFW)

"Hey, hey, it's alright, Scott."

Theo's arms enveloped the other boys shaking shoulders, pulling him closer and eliminating the small space left between them. He gently ran his fingers through Scott's short hair and shushed him, noticing how Scott leaned into his touch as though he craved it. 

"It's alright, I'm here."

"You're the only one."

Scott's voice was soft and weak, his words almost swept away by the breeze filtering in through the open window. 

Theo held back his smirk as he gazed outside at the starry night sky. It was early morning, just past midnight. The waning gibbous moon shone brightly, illuminating Scott's bedroom and bathing the teenagers in light. Everything was working perfectly for him. Scott hadn't even protested Theo following him to his bedroom. He had thought that the McCall pack would be a lot harder to break up. He had overestimated them. He hadn't factored in that Scott was the only one who thought peacefully, that the other's would take any chance of violence available. That they favoured power over their alpha no matter what they said or tried to believe. 

Now he held the sobbing alpha in his arms. 

Winning had been too easy.

Scott felt small in his embrace. He was curling in on himself like he was trying to hold himself together. Like Theo had successfully broken him and he was scared he would crash into pieces if he let himself go. 

It was perfect.

"They all hate me." 

His voice was so low and defeated that Theo almost thought he hadn't spoken. 

"They don't hate you, Scott." He impressed himself with how sincere he sounded and how he kept his heart steady. "There's just a lot happening right now. No one knows who to trust with these Dread Doctors around." 

He managed to hold back his smirk once again. 

Scott sniffled, moving so he could see Theo's face. His eyes were rimmed red, curtesy of the tears that were still spilling down his cheeks. His eyelashes were long and dark from the moisture, his face was blotchy and his lips red and puffy from where he'd been biting them and he hadn't let them heal. Theo thought he looked beautiful. 

It made him want to ruin him more. To make him even more beautiful, more broken. 

"You'll always have me. I'm not going anywhere."

Scott gave him a watery smile, his big brown eyes held such a look of trust and need that Theo almost blew his cover. He had never seen someone so trusting, especially not an alpha werewolf. He was so easy to manipulate. He was so easy to own. 

Theo smiled back. 

"You should get some sleep."

Scott shook his head, looking down at the sheets instead of holding eye contact. He began to fidget, picking the sheet up and rolling the material between his fingers as something to do. He was becoming more awkward and nervous.

Theo held his hand.

"I can't-" he stopped to clear his throat when his voice cracked. "I can't just wait around here."

"Scott, it's almost two am. There's nothing you can do right now."

Theo observed how the words effected Scott. He physically recoiled as if Theo had hit him. Helplessness and desperation rolled off of him in waves. Theo knew the boy was hyper focusing on those words. 'There's nothing you can do'. They didn't need him anymore and that's what broke Scott the most. He was always acting so strong and keeping his composure because his pack needed him. They didn't now. The boy in front of Theo actually looked his age for once.