Scisaac Shots

Whos your Alpha

By:ThePirateHawk on Archive of Our Own
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Isaac definitely wasn't having his ideal night. The pack's idea of relief was either pack cuddle night or pack clubbing night. Isaac's idea was relief was not watching some chic grind against Scott like she was prepared to take him home and fuck him. Their steamy, rough movements made Isaac's insides boil with jealousy.

The grip he had on his half-empty glass of beer tightened until he was afraid he was going to break it. He decided to dig his claws into the bottom of the bartop instead, so he wouldn't crush the glass beer bottle in front of everyone.

He continued to watch Scott warily, biting his lip. He knew the other werewolves would eventually smell his rapidly growing jealousy and possessiveness. He didn't care. They would probably be busy grinding against each other anyways. He forced himself to pull his gaze away from Scott and the girl. His gaze instead landed on something he wasn't too surprised to see. Derek and Stiles kissing like there was no tomorrow, Derek gripping Stiles's wrists tightly. Isaac rolled his eyes, quietly wishing he could be doing that with Scott at the moment.

The next couple Isaac's eyes land on are two he had suspected for awhile. He knew they were best friends, and had suspected they were low-key lovers as well. Allison and Lydia were dancing against each other in ways that made Scott's grinding look like innocent ballet. He thought of why Allison was where she was. He could see the yellows of her werewolf eyes from here. Scott had turned her before she could die.

Isaac's gaze wandered around the room. His eyes landed on Malia and Kira, whose movements were the same as Allison and Lydia's dirty dancing. He had no idea the pack members were this wound up. They all seemed to be releasing sexual tension, while he was stuck here sitting at the bar watching his long time crush grind against a girl.

"Hey there, pretty boy."

Isaac turned his head to see a fairly tall man standing before him. Isaac was tall, taller than Scott, but this man was taller than Isaac. He looked up at him. He wasn't too much taller. An inch or two. 

"Hi.. there..." Isaac said awkwardly.

"I can smell your sexual tension all the way across the bar." His voice was graveled slightly. Isaac blinked before he realized what this meant. The guy was a werewolf.

"Are you-"

"I'm the alpha of a visiting pack." He answered Isaac's question before he could finish it. "I just happened to see you, a very lonely beta." He grinned.

Isaac decided it wouldn't hurt to talk with him a bit. It wasn't like he had much of anything else to do.

"My name is Isaac." He introduced himself.

"I'm Daven. Alpha of the Alistir pack." Davin smiled at Isaac, his smile slightly crooked. "Which pack are you from: Hale or McCall?" He asked absentmindedly.

"I switch between. I answer to both as my alphas." Isaac shrugged.

"Interesting. Do a lot of you do that?" 

"Not really. I just like both of them. We're a little close." Isaac shrugged. He wasn't stupid; he was still wary enough not to get too much information.

"Big packs?" Damen asked causally.

"Afraid I can't tell you. Only the alphas should." Isaac looked him over.

"Oh, I'm sure I can get some information out of you." Damen stepped a little closer, his voice seductive. It wasn't a threat- it was a flirt. A pick-up line. "Besides, you're such a pretty beta."

"uh... Thanks?" Isaac smiled slightly. 

"You know, I'm sure neither would mind if we-"

"I see you've meant my beta Isaac, Damen." Scott said with a controlled voice from behind Damen.

"I certainly have." Damen straightened up immediately. 

"Trying to seduce him?" Scott's inquiry was more of a snap. "I don't think so. Get your ass away." He snarled. Damen didn't put up a fight and left.

"What the hell was that, Scott?"

"Isaac, you're not supposed to let other alphas get you into bed. They can make you involuntarily join them. Plus, you're McCall pack territory, not to mention also Hale pack. He's stupid to try and mess with my beta." Scott had a certain possessiveness to his voice.

Isaac cowered a little. "I'm sorry, Scott. I didn't know. I wasn't really going to sleep with him. I was actually waiting for you to stop dancing with that chic." He objected.

"Oh really?" Scott raised his eyebrows.

"Yes. I.. I wanted to dance with you. Damen said I smell sexually frustrated. Do I?" Isaac rambled.

"You do. Part of the reason why I came over. I wanted to do something."

"Do what?"

"This." 

Scott slammed his lips against Isaac's, catching the beta by surprise but he melted into the kiss immediately. Scott nipped at his lip slightly they groped at and grabbed at each other. Isaac opened his mouth and immediately felt Scott's tongue inside it. He whimpered against the kiss, letting Scott dominate.

Scott pulled back, licking his lips. "Who is your alpha?" He muttered lowly to Isaac.

"You are." Isaac answered breathlessly.

"Good."

Isaac had definitely never expected Scott to become like that— he had never seen him like that before. But he was pleasantly surprised.