Teen wolf one shots BoyxBoy

Just give me a reason (scwin)

Requested by @porkeydate12 hope it's good.
Smut after .............. And finished when you see it again

The bike swerved, nearly toppling over as they took a turn too closely. Only werewolf reflexes and a natural synchronicity kept them from a brutal accident. Not that it mattered. Healing abilities aside, if Scott didn't agree to help them, they wouldn't have long to live anyway.
Aiden's arms tightened around his brother to keep his balance as he turned to check over either direction. The bike picked up speed as Ethan pushed it to it's capacity, gunning down a stretch of road recklessly. They nearly wrecked again in their haste to be free of it and on pack territory - which for the moment only encompassed Scott's home, the school, and a few miles of woods in between. They'd have to push him to expand his claim on the entire city, but that would come later. If there was a later.
They leapt from the bike, letting it slide in continued momentum down the street, leaving sparks and pops and minute traces of metal shrapnel in it's wake. Running full out for the door, they slammed into it bodily, causing it to buckle. Scott appeared at the noise, looking down at them in confusion, where they lay sprawled at his feet on the ashwood floor. When they looked up, his eyes were glowing red, and his gaze was fixed outside. They looked to one another. They might have a chance after all.
"What happened?" demanded Isaac from the top of the stairs. "We need sanctuary," Ethan replied.
Scott stepped over them, but it wasn't a dismissive move. The way his shoulders remained tight, as if prepared to fight. The care with which he stepped between their bodies, mindful of their fallen state. The way he paused at the threshold and inhaled deeply, body taking up all the space in the doorway. Scott may have remained stubborn in his refusal to accept them formally, but he considered them an extension of his pack if by mere association and familiarity. They would take anything they could get.
"Sanctuary?" asked the Beta, as he descended.
"We know we're not pack," Aiden explained. "But we need protection."
Scott turned to face them, eyes back to normal, but posture still rigid. "From what?" "We have a lot of enemies."
"Hard to believe that," snorted Isaac.
They didn't glare - not completely - they needed help, and Scott was the only one likely to provide it. They couldn't afford to rupture any peace with his pack, even if they were being purposely provoked.
"One of them's caught wind of us." "We can't run. He'll give chase." "Why should we care?"
"Isaac."
"Scott. They probably deserve it. After everything-" His mouth snapped shut at the hand Scott held up. Scott was never forceful - the sign of a true alpha - but that didn't mean he wasn't obeyed. If anything, he was obeyed quicker, more readily than a regular alpha. Because Scott actually gave a damn. And that made people want to impress him. If only to be rewarded with his approval. The twins sure felt it, and strongly. "That doesn't mean we can't hear them out," he informed his beta. "Do you need my protection? Specifically?"
They nodded.
"But, Scott..."
"Will he attack Isaac?"
"No. He's part of your pack."
"Besides, we gunned it here. He doesn't know where you live, and we didn't leave much of a scent trail."
"Isaac, could you put the bike in the garage? I want to talk to Aiden and Ethan and it's probably better if they don't go outside right now."
Isaac heaved a sigh, distinctly unhappy, but complied. He glared them both down as he passed, disappearing quickly, likely the faster to get it over with and return to Scott's side.
Scott gestured toward the living room. "Sit." It wasn't a command, it was an invitation. But they obeyed as if it had been. The alpha disappeared as they settled into the couch nervously, reappearing with two bottles. He tossed them at them, sitting across from them. "So, what's up?"
Aiden sighed, fiddling with his bottle cap.
Ethan uncapped his, took a long draw and replied, "We need you to have sex with us."
Scott hadn't been drinking anything, but he choked regardless. Brown eyes wide as he stared at them. "What?" he finally wheezed.
"We need to be in your bed," Aiden added. "Carry your scent. We need to belong to you. In body, if not in name."
Scott's mouth opened, working soundlessly for a minute, like a fish trying to breathe air.
Ethan leaned forward, to catch his eyes. "I don't think you understand our position here. We're omegas. We're the pack's bitches."
"Literally."
"Anything anyone tells us, we have to do. Anything anyone wants from us, they can have. Anything--" He bit down, jaw flexing. His fingers curled tight about the bottle in his hand. "If you don't want us in your pack, that's fine. But, if we don't have an alpha's claim to protect us, we're worse than dead. Sadeth will break us, bind us, and use us worse than before."
"You know him?"
"Of course we know him. He was our pack's beta before...before we met Deucalion. Before we knew what we could do."
"But, if he was in your pack..."
"He left to start his own long before we carried out Deucalion's mandate."
"Betas can do that?"
"Sometimes."
"It depends on the situation."
Scott frowned and remained quiet for a long stretch. The twins looked to one another nervously.
"Scott..." Aiden said, voice soft with fear. "Please."
"Guys...I..." He shook his head. "I don't..."
"You don't even have to have sex with us."
"Though that'd be preferable. The scent lasts longer that way."
"Just come on us."
"This is insane." He stood; the twins hearts sunk with the motion.
"Scott...it's just...for a little while. We'll do all the work, we promise!"
"I'm not going to--" He exhaled heavily and raked a hand through his hair. "Wait here!"
They watched him as he stalked off, tried hard not to listen to the phone call he'd placed. Of course he'd ask Derek.
Isaac stormed back in, looming in the entryway. He wouldn't hurt them, not while they were guests in Scott's house. But the moment Scott lost his patience with them, Isaac was well within his right to start a fight. It would come sooner or later, they knew. They also didn't know who would win at this point.
Blue eyes left them, brow furrowing slightly. He took one last careful look before following his alpha.
"What are we going to do if he says no?"
"He's not going to say no."
"Did you see the look on his face? Because I did. There's no way he'll do it."
"He'll do it. Derek's going to tell him we're not lying. And when he does Scott's going to have to make a choice. It's Scott. Our lives are at risk. He may not like us, but we both know how he works. We wouldn't have come if we didn't believe he'd help, we'd be fifty miles out of town and running for the rest of our lives. We have a good thing here, just...give him a minute."
Ethan shifted, heart pounding in his chest. If Scott didn't help them...Aiden's hand found his and gave it a squeeze. "One way or another, he'll help."
The door was nearly wrenched off it's hinges as Isaac - in shift - threw it open with an angry roar and stormed out for the second time in under half an hour.
Scott sighed, leaning into the door jamb. "I can't trust you enough to accept you into my pack yet," he said. "I can't do that to them. Not yet."
They held their breath. "And I won't put them at risk. Not like this." He closed the door carefully and locked it. "Come on, my room's upstairs."
"What about your mom?" Ethan asked as they followed him.
"She works long shifts at the hospital. She won't be home 'til after dark."
"Scott...are you sure about this?"
Ethan looked at him, concerned his question would cause Scott to change his mind.
"Honestly? No. But, I'm not about to let someone hurt you for the pleasure of it." He sounded disgusted.
They were silent as they entered his room. Scott closed the door and leaned back into it, observing them. "We don't have to do this, you know. You could just stay here."
"And we'd be safe while we were in your territory, but without your mark..."
"Sadeth would just get bold and snatch us the moment we stepped out of it, when you weren't looking."
"Pretty sure Derek explained that when you asked him about other ways, didn't he?" Scott sighed. "Yeah. I just...It feels wrong."
"It's a fucked up system," Ethan replied with a shrug. He took off his jacket and dropped it to the floor. "Do you want one of us first? Or both at once?"
The young alpha - for a moment - resembled a startled animal.
"You aren't doing anything wrong, Scott," Aiden soothed. "You're saving our lives."
Scott swallowed. He wasn't just young physically - that much they had in common. He was a young alpha. Tested and vetted, yes, but mostly unaware of his true power and potential. Scott was so distracted by the need to protect everyone that he very rarely used his pack efficiently. Small as it was, if he ever wanted to, he could accomplish a lot. In all their time spent in various packs, the one thing Aiden and Ethan could say for certain was that Scott's pack trusted him, completely and without hesitation. That sort of loyalty was extremely rare. Scott didn't know how rare. And by extension, how well he had it.
"We're really grateful," Aiden added as Ethan stepped behind him and helped his brother out of his own jacket.
"Let us show you how much," he rumbled.
For all that they needed Scott's help, there was more to it than a simple request for sanctuary. They were omegas without a pack, and it left them highly unstable. Their wolves increasingly volatile, it was getting more and more difficult to keep it together without a pack to make them whole. There were reasons lone wolves didn't survive long, and hunters only played a very small part in it.
To be so close to a pack, to an alpha, was both a blessing and a curse. Running along beside them helped ease the ache. Being included helped calm the anxiety. But being constantly rebuffed was hell on the nerves. And to have a True Alpha be aware of them, but not want them hurt so deeply, it was like living with a raw, open wound that refused to heal.In truth, more than anything, they just wanted to belong. To be accepted. To feel the strong, steady presence of an alpha within them again. Scott's presence - a siren's call that didn't deliver - was slowly driving them crazy. They needed to be near him. To mean something to him. To feel his touch - that he gave so freely to everyone else. The warmth of his body, the scent on his skin, and the feel of belonging he promised with his every breath.
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