Stiles's mouth stretched into a satisfied grin as the door closed.
- Finally, - he said to himself. - I've been starving for so many years, and finally I have the opportunity to enjoy someone's fear and pain.
Stiles leaned against a pillar, still grinning contentedly.
He watched the tall wolf's yellow eyes looked around the floor, and then the wolf himself took a couple of steps forward, stopping a few steps away from Stiles.
- You okay there, wolf? - the evil fox asked.
Werewolf said nothing. Without a word, he picked up the bloody scarf from the floor, shook it lightly, and wrapped it around his neck. The fox tilted his head, watching him. The werewolf seemed to feel his questioning gaze on his back.
- I'm cold, - he explained in a gruff werewolf voice.
Stiles was sitting on the couch in Scott's house in the living room. Alpha was out of his house, doing some werewolf stuff, and told Stiles to stay at his house, since he said he'll be back soon and they will need to discuss the pack problems. Stiles was silent, watching Isaac go around the house, minding his own business. Lahey had lived in Scott's house since his father was killed, so his presence in the house didn't surprise Stilinski.
- Isaac, do you mind if I ask you to make me some coffee? - he said, hearing Isaac pour something into a mug, stirring it with a spoon.
Seconds later, Lahey walked into the living room, handing Stiles a mug of hot coffee.
The teen paused for a moment, blushing slightly and looking the tall guy up and down. His hair was messy, as if he had just woken up, his light brown curls illuminated by the sun shining from the window behind him, his slim body hidden behind a long-sleeved sweater, his bright blue eyes with small black bags under them.
Every part of his body, every little thing, made teen's heart beat faster.
- Wolves have a new ability? Making coffee in a second? - Stiles joked, trying to hide his embarrassment.
- I was making coffee for myself, - the tall guy's soft voice made Stiles bite his lip.
Stiles took the mug from the boy's hand, instantly feeling the warmth radiating from it. And then his eyebrows rose in surprise. Isaac's fingers were cold.
- Isaac, - Stiles grabbed his hand as he headed back to the kitchen. The guy froze, looking at him. - You just was holding a cup of hot coffee.
- Yeah, I did, - Lahey raised his one eyebrow.
- But your fingers are cold.
Isaac frowned slightly, but remembering that Stiles wasn't the type to give up so easily, he looked down.
- I'm cold, - he said, keeping looking down. - I'm constantly cold after I've been in an ice bath remembering where the alpha pack keeps Boyd and Cora. - He looked up, pulling his hand out Stiles's. - And yes, that's why I'm always wearing scarfs.
- Isaac, wait! - Stiles set the mug on the coffee table, looking at the guy with pleading eyes, when he started to leave the living room. Lahey sighed, turning around. - Come here, please.
Isaac sighed, but sat down on the couch beside Stiles.
Teenager looked into the blue eyes of the guy opposite and then looked down at his hands. Biting his lower lip and blushing slightly, he carefully took the wolf's hands in his own and brought them to his mouth, blowing hot air on his cold hands. Stiles looked into Lahey's eyes and plucked up a bit of courage when he saw his eyes widen in surprise and his cheeks turn slightly red.
- Better now? - Stiles asked quietly, fearing that the wolf might react badly to his act. But the tall guy only moved closer, holding his hands in Stilinski's and closing his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath and then opening his eyes, looking at the teenager with a kind look.
Fox had to try to pull these memories out of Stiles's subconscious, and when he did, he chuckled slightly.
- You're in love with this wolf? - fox said quietly.
- Always was... - Stiles's voice answered in his head.
Fox looked around, noticing that his subordinate had already left in another room. He, as if sensing his presence in the bedroom, went there. Wolf was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out the window. The evil spirit tilted his head slightly and came closer. He took the wolf's chin in his fingers and raised his head, causing the wolf to raise his yellow eyes to him. Fox smirked slightly as he ran a hand through his curly hair slowly and then pushed him onto the bed. Isaac, even being emotionless and void, didn't expect this and slightly crawled away from the fox, keeping his cool look. Stiles quickly climbed onto the bed, sitting on the wolf's waist and leaning his hands on the bed by the sides of his subordinate.
- Is it what you wanted? - fox quietly asked. His eyes brightened slightly, now having brown color instead of black.
Stiles's gaze warmed as he looked down at Isaac lying under him. He ran his hand over the wolf's cheek softly, looking into his yellow eyes.
- He's void... - Stiles whispered with his soft voice.
- This is the price of his life, - nogitsune said. - He's alive, but he is not emotional and is under my control. Do you know that he loves you too?
- He don't...
Fox silently took control of Stiles's body again and leaned down, pressing his lips to the wolf's lips that had been lying under him all this time and not moving, looking at him. Then fox let Stiles control his body again.
Lahey didn't resisted.
Right before Stiles decided to pull away from his lips, because wolf continued not to move, he suddenly felt a hand on the back of his head, and the wolf's lips began to move, kissing Stiles and holding his head so he couldn't pull away. Stiles blushed immediately, his heart pounding in his chest.
When the oxygen ran out, the wolf allowed him to pull away. Stiles straightened, trying to catch his breath. He looked at Isaac, seeing how the bright yellow eyes had faded, and Stiles could swear he saw the faint blue in his eyes.
- I love you, Isaac... - Stiles whispered, smiling. - I love you so much...
Lahey didn't said anything. He took his hand and placed it on his chest above his heart, pressing it slightly against his chest. Stiles let a few tears roll down his cheeks, smiling softly. Lahey's heart was beating faster than usual.
