Scisaac One Shots!

Fever

Scott and Isaac had been on the run for three days. They were exhausted, hungry, but most importantly:
On their own.

They had no way of getting in touch with Stiles, and fighting off the hunters at every turn.

On the fourth night of running, Isaac was so weak from the most recent fight, that he collapsed.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked distraughtly, attempting to wipe the fresh blood from Isaac's face with his sleeve. Despite his desperation, he only succeeded to smear red across his cheek.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Isaac repeated as Scott propped him up against a nearby tree, his voice getting quieter and quieter with each breath. His t-shirt was sticky with blood, several wounds he had received precious days had reopened. Blood oozed from Isaac's mouth. Every time he tried wiping it away, new liquid formed instantly.

Scott pressed his forehead against Isaac's in relief. They were both so tired. The brisk fall night caused their breath to condense in front of them.

That's when it all became too much. When the Isaac's scent became too overwhelming for Scott to bare, when he realized that it was just him and Isaac, alone in the woods. It was now or never.

Scott grabbed Isaac's face and started kissing him feverishly. He could feel Isaac flinch slightly beneath his touch, but eventually he relaxed into it. Isaac put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling Scott's mouth into his even more so. Scott could taste the blood that was on Isaac's lips. They both had lost massive amounts of it in the past 24 hours, and their was not a single moment where their judgement wasn't clouded. Every step they took, every fight they got into, they wanted to give up. But it was each other they kept them going. Scott kept his mouth on Isaac's like it was his air supply, and he loved it.

They were both victims of some sort of fever. A fever that made every wrong decision seem right, and every rash movement rationalized.

Isaac's hand slowly traveled down Scott's back and that's when he knew that they were both making a mistake. He hesitated every so slightly, but the little noise Scott made from the back of his throats urged Isaac to keep going. As long as their lips met, they wouldn't have anytime to think about the consequences of their actions. Their mouths fit together perfectly, and Isaac tried sit up against Scott, but he was too weak. Scott could feel the blood from Isaac's cut transfer onto his face, Scott wiped it away annoyingly. In the distance, the howling of wolves forced them to pull away.

Both Scott and Isaac were a mess. Between the blood and heavy breaths from the cold, they couldn't met each other's eyes. Beginning to process it all, Scott was mortified. Luckily, Isaac couldn't see the pink in his cheeks turn darker. His vision was blotchy and red.

"That was a bad idea."
"It didn't have to be."

(Republishing due to glitch)