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“So,” one Scott said, “one of us is going to fuck the other.”
“I’m going to fuck you,” the other Scott said.
Between the one blushing and the growl in the other’s voice, both Scotts could feel the pressure building in their pants.
“Here in the park?” one squeaked.
“Not for your first time,” the other said.
They stared at each other for a beat, and then both took off for the car.
One Scott kept playing with the other’s fingers, letting the other pay attention to the road as he drove them.
“Is this, you know, weird?” one said when they got back to their apartment, their noses inches apart.
“Yeah, dude,” the other said, drawing closer. “But, we’re werewolves. Everything in our life has been weird since we were sixteen years old.”
He closed the gap between them, and they kissed.
Despite being the to-the-atom exact same height, one Scott felt shorter than the other. Towered over by the other’s certainty in everything. By his absoluteness in protecting both of them. He yielded to his other half, letting him guide them as he kissed him and led them to the bed. Sure that in the other’s hands he would always be safe.
The other Scott devoured the first’s trust in him. Holding him and kissing him like he was fragile and precious. And precious he was. This man, a boy-become-werewolf who faced uncountable horrors and still believed that there was good in the world and that even though they were a monster that they could also be good. He wanted to protect that sweet belief forever. Let that heart of gold always shine and keep him safe from the darkness out there in the world. And while he was tempted to use darkness and violence to protect that light, he trusted this Scott and knew that he would stay their north star, guiding them through the night.
The two Scotts were a writhing mess. Lips pressed against lips. Teeth gnashing. Hips grinding. Hands everywhere. Each determined to make the other feel good. They said thank you with their bodies for what the other half of himself contributed to him. To Scott.
“Too much clothes,” Scott on his back said up to the other between kisses.
“Yeah,” the other breathed into the one’s neck, searching for the hem of his shirt with his fingertips. Shirts thrown off, pants and boxers pulled down and caught on their shoes, the two Scotts rutted against each other, cock against same cock.
“Is it narcissistic if I think this feels good?”
“It does feel good. Don’t overthink it. This is what we’re supposed to do. Become one.”
“Okay.”
Scott-on-top crawled off, took off their shoes and pulled off the rest of their clothes.
“Can we…?” Scott-on-his-elbows asked.
“Yeah,” and he flipped around bringing his hips by his other half’s head.
Scott always wanted to suck his own dick. It sounded way better than just masturbating. But he was never flexible enough to bring his tongue down to his own tip. To taste himself. To feel his cock on his tongue.
They each took the other in hand and tentatively licked the tip of the other’s cock. What a fucking feeling. The electric shock of the other’s tongue on him. The taste of his own cock. The involuntary twitch of their cocks. The reward of salty-sweet precum.
They were clumsy. Each scraping their teeth along the other’s shaft. Each immediately realizing their mistake as they felt the sharpness on their own boners. Each experimenting with their lips and tongues to make a softer wetter entrance for the other. Getting blow jobs was great. This they already knew. But giving blow jobs was great too. Better, even. Yielding to the other. Pleasuring the other. Caring for the other. It was intoxicating, and with the combined feeling of the reciprocation on each of their own cocks, it was quickly getting to be too much.
“Time to fuck?” the other Scott said, both of them getting too close at the same time.
“Time to fuck.” The one Scott grabbed the other’s wrist, “Be careful okay.”
The look in the other’s eyes was fierce. “I’ve only ever wanted to protect us, okay? Keep safe what’s ours. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Other Scott got between the one Scott’s legs and folded him in half as he lifted the one’s legs and brought his mouth down to the one’s hole.
“Fuck!” the one yelled as the other lovingly worked him open and prepped his hole for their union. He made quick work of himself, using his tongue get himself wet and loose for him.
“Fuck me already,” the one said. “I need to feel it,” he whined.
The other Scott lowered the one down and lined his cock up with his own hole. “You ready?” the other asked.
“Please!”
The other kept his eyes trained on the one as he slowly pushed in, looking for any sign of something being wrong, using his face as a guide. His north star.
“Jesus,” the one said as the other got deeper and deeper. “How have we never tried this before?”
“We’ve only been two today, dude.”
“Yeah, but we could have been doing this with other guys.”
“We still can.”
“Fuck me, already. It feels amazing.”
One Scott melted into the feeling of his own cock inside himself. Other Scott couldn’t believe how good his own hole felt squeezing around his shaft. Each certain he had the better end of the deal as their cock drove into their hole.
“Scott,” the other Scott said to himself as he fucked himself. “This feels like my brain is melting in the best way.”
“Don’t stop. Please. Harder.”
It was hard and sweaty and uncoordinated and neither of them could get enough. The one Scott pulled the other Scott down onto him so they could make out while they fucked, their hands reaching and touching and stroking every inch of skin they could find. His own dick felt way bigger than he knew it was, feeling it stretch him open, drive into him, thrust into him, reach parts of himself that had never been pleasured before.
It was like they could each feel what they were doing to the other on top of what the other did to him. His candle burning at both ends. It was too intense. Too much to handle for long. They groaned into each other’s mouths as the rumbling built and built and finally crashed into an unstoppable orgasm. Holding onto each other as the tsunami of it washed them away together.
At sea, but safe, because they had each other, the one Scott’s wetness leaking between their bellies, the other’s deep inside the first. They held each other, making out, squeezing into each other. Happy. Sated. One.
And he was one now. On his bed, breathing in deep satisfied breaths. He thought he would miss himself when he was joined as one again, but instead Scott felt complete now. His two parts, at ease, working together.
Scott lay there a while, just enjoying being complete again in a post-sex haze, cum covering his torso and leaking out of his ass. He was half asleep before he realized he should probably call Stiles.
“Hey, buddy,” Stiles said when he picked up.
“Hey, Stiles,” Scott said.
“One voice,” Stiles said. “So you did it.”
“We— I did it.”
“How was it?” Stiles pried.
“Is it insanely egotistical to say it was amazing?”
“No, Scott. I think you get a pass on this one,” Stiles said. “I mean I know this breaks bro code and everything, but if I’m totally honest, I’m gonna have to jerk off about this later.”
“You’re hilarious, Stiles.”
“I’m not kidding, dude.”
“I’m sure there’s some spell or something you can do to have sex with yourself.”
“Ew, gross. I’ve thought about it since our last call. I don’t want to have sex with myself. I’m not my type. But, Scott-on-Scott? Definitely sign me up. And besides, you did it! You tried gay sex!”
“And fixed my existential crisis,” Scott added.
“Yeah, that too. So everything’s okay now? You feel complete?”
“Yes,” Scott said. “I feel complete.”
“The two wolves are back inside you now?”
“Yeah, but Derek was right.”
“What do you mean?” Stiles asked.
“The two wolves were definitely both gay.”