Blood and Milk

by Notsalony

Summary:

Seeing his father die breaks something inside Stiles leaving him a shattered shell that is slowly dying and only going through the motions of living. Maybe it was his magic awakening, maybe it was watching Scott kill his dad. Maybe it was a million things. But now Stiles’ work is upside down and turned inside out. How will he ever find his footing in this mixed up world?

Notes:

• Inspired by Mischief Takes Control by ract46

You can thank Fairy Godfucker #4 for this. If you haven’t read Mischief Takes Control, please do, all Master Tech stories owe their existence to that story. Ract46 will forever get the love from me.

Chapter 1: Blood of the Innocent

“STILES!” The sound rung in his ears as an arrow was shot at him.  His arms flying up to shield his face without thinking and a wall of light a couple inches thick appears between him and the arrow casting the room in a pale aquamarine light as the arrow dissolved.  He’d been feeling weird for weeks now, and now here he was with a wall of light that had just saved his life.  The blood was rushing into his ears and he was starting to get light headed as a second arrow hit the shield and dissolved.  The wall began to ripple as if something was wrong with it.  The hunter notched an iron arrow with runes etched into it and fired right at Stiles’ face.

SHIT!  Stiles tried to put the shield up and block it but it managed to go half way through his shield sitting an inch from his nose as he panicked, the shield breaking and falling like snow in front of him, the arrow landing with a clatter on the floor before Stiles fell to his knees.  Fuck…  Everything in him seemed drained as he looked up at the next notched bolt and knew it was going to go through his skull in a moment.

Just let dad be okay… Stiles prayed silently before a gun shot went off, causing both him and the hunter to look at the smoking hole in the wall before turning to see the Sheriff standing in the kitchen doorway with his gun drawn.

“Get the fuck away from my son.”

“He’s a fucking monster, he’s one of them!” The guy raised his hand again and pointed his crossbow at Stiles’ head.  “I have to do this… before…”

“Before what?  Before he has a chance to graduate high school?” Noah raised his hand with the gun and pointed it at the hunter’s head.

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT HE…”

“I don’t know what?  I don’t know what my son is?  He’s my son.  It doesn’t matter if he has magic or farts pixie dust.  He’s my son, so you’re going to get the fuck out of my house before I put a hole through your fucking skull.”

“YOU STUPID FUCKING HUMAN.” The hunter squeezed the trigger, having drawn his hand around to loosely aim at Noah to scare him away, the bolt going close enough to slice open his sleeve as it graced his shoulder.

“OW!” Noah dropped back but shot in the direction of the hunter, causing him to scurry away from Stiles who was flat on the floor.

Rule one, if the gun is out, you’re not in front of it.  Rule two, if the gun is fired, you stay flat on the floor till the gun is not firing anymore.  Rule three, don’t mouth off while the gun is out so no one is paying attention to you.

These simple rules had been drilled into Stiles’ head for years now.  His dad’s way of ensuring that if the worst happened like it was now, and Stiles was in the middle of a shootout that he was likely going to walk out of it alive.  He suddenly wondered if they’d have had a whole other talk if his dad had known there was a chance that he’d have come out of puberty with powers.

Powers he didn’t understand and had no fucking clue how he’d turned them on… He started waving his hands trying to do it again.  Was it instinct?  He’d wanted to protect himself and he’d made a shield… Maybe that’d be enough…

Enough to what?  Hold my own against a hunter with crossbow bolts that go through magic shields like they’re a plywood wall?  Stiles shook himself.  He wasn’t a trained magic user.  He had no clue what the hell he was even doing.  He bit his lip and listened to the bullets flying and the arrows being launched along with the bolts.  One last bullet went through the wall and whizzed just over Stiles’ head before he heard two bodies hit the ground.

Shit.  Stiles scrambled low.  He saw movement, a glimpse of red in the eyes.  Scott?  Stiles moved slowly and looked around the corner.  He watched as Scott stopped by his dad first and then went to sniff the hunter.  Stiles looked down the length of his father to the hunter who was bleeding a lot for someone who wasn’t moving… oh.  Stiles let it dawn on him that his dad had killed the guy who’d been trying to kill him tonight.  He sighed and sat back, catching his breath.

Fuck, I’m going to have to ask Deaton for something to protect myself if this is going to be happening a lot.  Stiles sighed as he sat there and tried to keep calm.  Shit…  He looked at the holes in the walls.  Our insurance is going to go fucking sky high.  He sighed heavily before he vaguely heard Scott whispering.  He frowned and turned back around the corner and looked at where Scott was crouched beside his dad, holding his hand.

He was talking low.  And fast…  What the fuck was going on?

“Scott…” Scott looked up and a look of naked fear on his face.  But he looked back down, Stiles could just barely make out the black veins in his arms as he held onto his dad.  The fuck was going on.

“Scott…” Stiles started to stand.

“do. it.” Stiles heard his father say before Scott morphed his hand, releasing his claws and sliced Noah’s throat open, tearing it out clear to the spine and taking the neck clear out.  For a moment Stiles didn’t understand what he was looking at.  There was his dad… his head and his body… and this dark almost black red space where his neck had been.  What did that mean?  Didn’t that mean…

Why’s it smell like copper…. Like… no… no it can’t…it can’t mean… but that smells like… no.  NO.  Stiles felt some part of him trying to hold his mind back as he stepped closer and Scott moved too fast.  Too fast for werewolf speed, too fast for human speed.  He wasn’t sure how Scott got to him so fast.  Scott was saying something, trying to keep him from walking forwards.  Why was he trying to stop him?

He was shaking and he was fighting and trying hard to keep Stiles from moving.  Why was he trying to stop him?

Hands.  Hands were on his face trying to make him look at Scott and not at his dad.  His dad who wasn’t moving.  Why wasn’t his dad moving?  Why wasn’t… Don’t look.  He looked at Scott.  What was wrong?  Scott was talking … his lips were moving but nothing was coming out.  There wasn’t any sound.  Why wasn’t there sound?  Why couldn’t he hear Scott?  What was wrong with him… what was wrong… what was…

Scott’s hand is wet.  Why is Scott’s hand wet?  The realization of the red wet, coppery smelling hand on the side of his face as Scott’s lips kept moving and he couldn’t hear a word of it over the near deafening sound that seemed to be holding everything outside of his mind.  He was stuck in the middle of the den of noise that seemed to keep everything else at bay just now.

Scott’s hand is covered in blood.  Stiles’ mind supplied that slowly, as if it had to filter through some part of him that was trying not to know that.

Blood?

Where did he get blood on his hand?  People didn’t just have blood on their hands for no reason.  That’d be silly.  How would you eat without tasting the blood?  Eat… teeth.  Derek always used to threatened to tear out his throat with his teeth… throat…

Why was throats important.  He had one.  Didn’t everyone?  Didn’t… Stiles glanced at his dad and the mass of red that had been his dad’s neck.

Why was his dad’s neck gone and red?  Why…  His mind unclenched and let him see this for what it was.  Noah Stilinski, father, widower, sheriff… was laying in a pool of his own blood in the middle of his down stairs hallway.  His neck torn out by werewolf claws.  Scott’s werewolf claws.

Scott tore out his dad’s neck.  Scott killed his dad.  Scott killed his dad.  Scott KILLED HIS DAD.

The smell of copper and of raw meat hit Stiles’ nose and his hands tightened on Scott’s arms, his knuckles white from the force of holding onto Scott.

“Scott.” Stiles’ voice was low and his eyes were getting unfocused as he looked Scott in the eyes, his attention zoning in on Scott.

“Stiles?” Scott’s voice finally cut through the den of noise around him.

“You killed my dad.”

“Stiles I…”

“You killed my dad.”

“I know but…”

“You killed my dad… why did you kill my dad?”

“Stiles I…”

“YOU KILLED MY DAD!” Stiles screamed and shoved Scott away, his magic flaring up and throwing Scott into the wall with a loud crack and a thud, leaving a jagged Scott shaped dent in the wall.

“Stiles…” Scott groaned as he tried to stand, and slipped in Noah’s blood.  Making Stiles look at the blood and where it was soaking into Scott’s jeans.  Scott was touching his dad’s blood.  He was touching any part of his dad… after he killed him… who did that… why would he think that was okay?  Why would he…”

“GET OUT!” Stiles screamed as another burst of magic crushed Scott into the floor for a moment.

“Stile si…”

“GET OUT!” A blast of solid light hit Scott square in the chest and sent him flipping over his side through the front door and leaving him to crumple on the porch and Stiles fell to his knees.  He was panting as he watched blood move down the floor towards him.

His jeans were turning red as they soaked up his dad’s blood.  Stiles felt the world growing white as he crawled through his dad’s blood and took his dad in his arms.  FUCK.  FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.  Stiles’ head was being filled with the white noise of his own mind screaming at him as he tried to make the magic come to him.  Tried to pour power into making his dad not be dead.  Trying to pour life back into a corpse.  Something was breaking inside him as he tried to do this as he held onto the corpse.  Nothing else mattered, NOTHING.

Stiles felt himself growing cold as he poured more and more into it.  He could almost see his father’s soul on the other side of a great divide.  He was reaching across it when he felt hands on his shoulders.

“STOP.” A very firm voice spoke in that in between space.  Someone was standing between him and what he wanted.  He couldn’t allow that.  Stiles tried to push them away, not caring how much power he put into it, so long as they’d let him do this.

Voices… whispers.  People were here.  He didn’t care.

Almost there… almost….

I’m almost there… I’m almost… I’m…

Stiles was freezing and suddenly there was something between him and that place where his father was waiting.

“Stiles, you have to stop now.” Deaton.  That was Deaton’s voice.  Stiles looked at him, confused as to what he was doing there, slowly he realized Isaac and Scott were there with Derek as well.  “Are you with us Stiles?” Deaton asked slowly.

Go away.  Stiles spoke from his mind.

“I’m not sure how long we can hold him.” Danny’s voice was somewhere behind him.  When had Danny got here?

“I’ve never seen anyone with this kind of magic.” Lydia spoke and Stiles felt her here more than knew she was here.  Her and Danny’s magic was mixing with one another, weaving in and out of each other as they worked something big.  Stiles could feel the shape of it.  Sort of.  It was this nameless, shapeless thing he felt at the edge of him.

“If you’re going to save him, do it now.” Danny shouted.  It was so quiet, why would he need to shout?  Stiles turned to look at him and the whole room shifted.  He wasn’t standing in the light with his dad anymore.  He was in that hallway, in the hallway over his dead father’s corpse… and the magic was breaking, falling apart.  He’d only looked away for a second… only a…why was he so cold?  The world seemed to hollow out around him as he passed out.

***

Coming to hurt.  It fucking hurt so bad.  But as Stiles lay there he realized he was in a private ICU, hooked up to all sorts of machines.

Great… how much of that actually happened?  Stiles groggily looked around the hospital room and he slowly tried to sit up only to collapse fully into the bed.  What the hell?  He looked around again and tried to speak.  Nothing came out.  He was frowning and confused till Melissa walked in.

“Oh thank god, you’re awake.  How do you feel?” Stiles pointed to his mouth and tried to talk but nothing came out.  “Shit.” Melissa moved in and started checking him over, keeping a close eye on his face as she asked questioned, watching him nod or shake his head.  Eventually she stood back and frowned.

You clearly don’t know why I can’t speak either.  Stiles mentally sighed.

“My best guess for why you can’t talk is a state of shock.” Stiles arched a brow.  “Stiles you do remember why you’re here right?” Flashes of his father’s corpse, Scott’s bloody hand and Stiles quickly turned over on his side and threw up on the floor, violently being ill before he finally panted and sat back.

Not a dream then.

“I’m sorry.” Melissa wiped his mouth and offered him a mint.  He grudgingly took it.  “I’m not sure how soon you can go home..” Her voice got distant.  “Jordan’s handling everything.”

Lovely. Stiles sighed.  Another cover up about the supernatural killings here in town.

“We’re going to clean it up…” Stiles’ mind flashed back to all that red on everything.  He didn’t even realized he was over the side of the bed again till Melissa was rubbing his back and keeping herself as calm as she could as she tried to calm him down.  But the vomiting gave way to sobs, wracking his body so hard that he was nearly screaming by the end.  The electronics in the room burst into flames, shooting sparks and lightning as he screams.  There seems to be no end to it till Melissa managed to crawl close enough to stick him with the sedative she’d started keeping in her pocket when dealing with anything supernatural.  Stiles felt the world fade away from him between the exhaustion of his ambient magic and the drugs.

***

Stiles came to in the back of a car.  He had a sense that it was a patrol car.  His voice slurring as he spoke.

“Dad, where are we going?” His voice heavy with sleep.

“You need to be treated at Eichen House…”

“But they don’t like me there.” Stiles muttered.

“Stiles you blew out the electronics in the entire floor of the hospital…” That wasn’t his dad’s voice.

“I don’t… I don’t remember…” His mind struggling to grasp onto anything as he floated in and out.

“I know.  It’s okay.  You’ll be fine.” Jordan.  That was Jordan talking.  Jordan was driving his dad’s car.  His dead dad’s car.  Stiles started to wake up more.  “Stiles.”

He focused in on Jordan.

“I know.  Now focus on the sound of my voice.  Nothing else, just my voice.” Stiles narrowed his mind down to Jordan’s voice.  “It’s okay.  You’re going to have visitors, and people checking on you.  And there will be over sight.  If they so much as sneeze at you wrong, I’ll make sure they’re thrown out of here.  They know how far from trusting them we are, and that their treatment of you is what will determine if we allow them to remain in charge of their autonomy.”

Stiles wasn’t sure he was getting all the words, but the tone was one of protection and understanding.  Jordan cared for him.  Jordan would make sure they didn’t hurt him.  He could live with that.  He felt something pull into him as he relaxed.

“That’s better Stiles.  Just sit back and relax.  And I’ll spend the day with you while you get situated.  You’ll have your own room.  And you’ll have someone in to see about teaching you about controlling your magic.

I have magic… Right… I… I don’t…

“It’s okay.  Just relax.” Jordan kept talking, kept his voice calm and light as they pulled up and parked.  He kept going all the way through his processing and Stiles being walked to his new room.  A couple people asked why he was talking like that but when he stopped to answer them the magic seemed to go wild out of Stiles and lash out at the electronics.  There was suddenly someone else.  Someone who stood in front of Stiles and his eyes were having trouble focusing on the person.  While his magic was reaching out wild and blind, this person was like a still point in a pond.  He looked up at the face and felt his mind drawing into a peaceful place.

“Rest child.  You’re safe now.” Stiles blinked and felt his mind go blank as his world was swallowed in shadows.

Chapter 2: Spilled Milk

“Derek.” Jackson nodded as he spotted Derek standing outside the oldest building in the city.  Crowley Manor had been one of the first buildings, if not the first building built in Beacon Hills when the Hales settled the area and built the city.  The interesting thing was, that they hadn’t built it.  As soon as they had picked the spot and started mapping out the town, it was suddenly there, and on every map that anyone tried to draw, Crowley Manor always was on them.  The Hales had discovered that it was a manifestation of the land’s magic, and staffed by a neutral race that acted as a mediator between the various supernatural factions.

“Jackson.” Derek nodded to him.

“Any word why this is being called?” Jackson glanced at the double French doors they were standing in front of.

“Noah Stilinski was killed by a supernatural.”

“Shit.” Jackson sighed.  “Who did it?”

“Scott McCall.”

“THE FUCK!” Jackson growled, his eyes going reptilian.

“Calmness, Mr. Whitmore.” A pale hand was placed on his shoulder.

“Alton.” Derek nodded to the pale man in his cream colored suit as he stood behind Jackson.

“I’m sorry Alton.” Jackson let his eyes go back to human as he looked up at the tall fairy who stood behind him.

“It’s quite alright.  It was a shock, and we are not inside the manor proper.  But do keep yourself calm once inside.  Neutral ground is…delicate.” Alton looked into the house as it seemed to give a barely audible sound.  “The others are arriving.” Alton nodded and looked at pair of them before bowing.  As they turned behind them to look at the street, they realized Alton was gone.

But coming up the walkway was Scott, Liam, and Melissa, followed by Isaac and Ethan.  Deaton, Morel, and Braydon as well as Lydia and Danny were walking behind them.  Jackson started counting his breath as he looked at Scott.  How dare that fucking ass hole show his face here.

“Jackson.” Derek shook his head.

“Your mom inside?”

“And Peter.”

“Good.  Because I’m going to need someone to stealing focus so I don’t disgrace myself here.” He sighed.

“I know the feeling.” Derek shook his head. “It’s why I’m standing out here till everyone goes in.”

“Smart move.” Jackson moved to the side to let Scott and the others pass by, Isaac gave him a concerned look and Jackson shook his head, showing a claw that had formed and Isaac nodded, understanding instantly why Jackson was standing outside.  The fae who run, or served depending on your view point, Crowley Manor had two simple rules.  No violence inside the grounds, and no use of supernatural powers inside the house itself.  The land was a safe space, a place where no magic, no supernatural, and no god touched power may flex its muscle.  Alton had always been the timeless doorman who explained the rules and guided the packs and groups of supernaturals into the Manor.  But it was Ainsley who ran the house proper.

“You ready?” Derek looked over at Jackson.

“As I will ever be.” Jackson sighed as he checked that his claws weren’t out and headed into the Victorian style Manor house.  Alton led them to the council chamber.  There were six trapezoid shaped tables forming a large hexagon around a silver tree with clear leaves and was raining down golden light.  Derek went to the Hale Pack’s table, Peter on his mother’s left and Derek on her right.  Next over was the McCall Pack table, Scott in the center with Melissa on his left and Liam on his right.  Jackson walked on to his pack table.  Sitting in the center with Ethan on his left and Isaac on his right, next was Deacon sitting in the center of the Druid’s table with Morel on his right and Braydon on his left.  The next table Lydia sat at the center with Danny on her right and Kira on her left.  At the last table was Ainsley sitting in the center with Alton on her right and Arlen, another male fae, on her left.

“I call this conclave to order.” Ainsley stood up.  “In the light of the sacred tree, we the leaders of the supernatural community are gathered here to deal with something that threatens the treaty we have founded with in this land.” She looked directly at Scott.  “A supernatural being has killed a mortal man.” There was a murmur that went through the gathered, and Jackson crossed his arms.

“Do you have anything to add about the situation, Scott McCall?” Ainsley sat down.

“I took the life of Noah Stilinski.” The murmuring returned.  “A hunter, by the name of Gilmore Hilliard broke the law of the land and came here against the compact we have with the Hunter’s Conclave, and came here to hunt Stiles Stilinski.  Stiles recently manifested magical abilities.  We, my pack and the Druids, were in talks to get him training.  But before we could finalize those talks, Mr. Hilliard broke into the Stilinski home with poisoned weapons to kill Stiles.  Noah saved Stiles, but was grazed by the poison of the weapons.  He was going to die.  Slow, painful, over weeks if not months.  He would have been in unending agony well past the breaking point.  And if any of us had tried to turn him, he would have died nearly instantly.  And possibly killed us as well, so I took his pain and he asked me to kill him.”

“To which we only have your word.” Lydia looked across the room at Scott.

“Stiles was there…”

“Out of hearing range I assume?” Talia looked to Scott.

“Yes.”

“Then his testimony would be moot here.” Talia shrugged.   “Where is the boy now, in the hospital?” Talia looked to Melissa.

“No.” Melissa shook her head.

“No?” Jackson scoffed.  “Where did you put him?”

“I…” Melissa started.

“If it please the council, may I speak?” Jordan Parish stood in the doorway.

“The council recognizes the unaligned Hell Hound.” Ainsley nodded as Scott sat down.

“I took Stiles to Echen house.”

“What!?” Jackson stood bolt upright.

“A fairy is sitting with him now.” Jackson sat back down.

“We have taken it upon ourselves to assert some measure of control over the rogue elements of Echen house.  The Echen family created the estate to care for one of their own who could not control her manifestations of the supernatural.  So we placed Blaine in a major role inside the house.  He will ensure as our eyes and ears inside that no supernatural and no mortal lay a hand on him.”

“Thank you.” Jackson nodded.

“Right…” Jordan frowned at Jackson for a moment.  “I had to talk Stiles down in the patrol car when he awoke and began to panic.”

“What form did his magic take?” Lydia had a pencil she was playing with.

“I’m not qualified to know that.  I know that he blew out the electrical systems for an entire floor of the hospital and he nearly melted the electrical systems in my patrol car.”

“When we were called in…” Deaton looked at the others.  “He was attempting necromancy.”

“Untrained?” Ainsley frowned.

“He had opened the gate and was pulling his father’s soul back into the ruined corpse.  He was also beginning to knit the flesh back together.  But it was killing him.  It seems that what eve r Stiles is… he is not immune to the laws that govern our magics as well.”

“A life for a life.” Danny nodded.

“Exactly.” Deaton confirmed.

“But you don’t know what he is?” Peter scoffed.

“Having only doing a preliminary scan… I know that he has vast store houses of untapped power.  So much so that he subverts electrical current and mutes it from existence while he is performing his magic.  So much so that when his magic is detracted, it causes catastrophic electrical surges in the devices around him, even those unplugged.”

“We want to respect the Council’s rule that once a supernatural arises, that they be given training and to choose which group they wish to represent them.  But given Stiles’ mental state…” Scott bit his lip.  “We move for him to be placed in our care.”

“Wait…” Jackson frowned.

“Are you talking ownership or stewardship?” Lydia frowned.

“Uh… POINT OF ORDER!” Jackson spoke over everyone.

“Yes, Jackson Whitmore?” Ainsley looked directly at Jackson with her black eyes.

“Are we going to move right on past the fact that Scott McCall took a life?  Good reason or not, which is suspect since the only true witness is dead, and the only person who was there is now in an asylum for the damaged and broken.  The fact of the matter is that we cannot let this stand.  When I first became a Kanima I killed several people before I learned to control my bestial nature, and was harshly punished for this fact and was nearly denied a seat on this council till it became apparent that the other Kanimas would need an alpha to lead the pack.”

“We remember.” Ainsley nodded.

“And you will remember that it was with consultation with both Noah and Stiles that this council released those restrictions placed upon me to allow me to have this seat.  As their families were a long time ally to this council.”

“We remember each of the Stilinski men who have come before from before the founding.  We were allied with them long before the foundations of this town were dreamed of by the Hales.”

“And you’re going to tell me that with all that history, you’ll stand there and condemn the last heir to their line to the hands of the man who murdered his father, good intentions or ill, human blood is on his hands now.  And you’re really going to sit there and really not punish him?” Jackson gestured at Scott who visible recoiled.

“Alpha Whitmore has a point.” Talia nodded. “The Hales would see justice done, in equal measure.  We would request someone else be made conservator of the boy and his assets.”

“This is ridiculous.” Melissa sighed.

“Yes Ms. McCall?” Ainsley looked at her.

“The boys grew up as practical brothers.  There was a time Noah and I thought about marriage to make it official.  If Scott says Noah asked him to kill him, knowing what it would do to Stiles, I believe my son.  And I believe that we as a pack have the right to protect someone who was already under our protection as an honorary member of the pack till his powers first manifested.”

“This is also true.” Ainsley nodded.  “The boy is untrained and untapped.  Without Noah to tether him, he will be unmoored and unable to find focus or clarity.  And we cannot in good faith commit the boy to the care of Stiles the senior.  His deteriorated mental status makes him unfit to supervise the boy’s recovery.”

“Before you take it to a vote Ainsley.” Lydia spoke up. “I believe each of us has a desire to see Stiles under the care of our own group.  Am I wrong?” She looked at the others and no one shot her down.

“We fairies are all neutral in this.  The boy is an unknown and while we do offer our aid to him in his time of need, due to the services of his family and those that he himself have rendered on our behalf.  We cannot in good faith put ourselves forwards to restrict the child to our life style.  Nor are we qualified to do anything but act as council and listen.  Ultimately it will be the tree that decides who is best for Stiles’ care.”

“Should we each make a pitch to the tree as to what we offer?” Talia looked to Ainsley.  The tree moved as if moved by an unseen breeze before a leaf landed on Talia’s table.

“The tree has spoken and chosen you to speak first.” Ainsley looked at Talia.

“Right.  The Hale pack would offer the boy a home, the protection, and access to our resources.  Including both our money, family, support, and our extensive library.  We would see him grow and flourish under our tutelage.” Talia nodded and sat down.

“The McCall pack would offer Stiles a home, a family, a connection, and a place to place down roots.  Stiles is my blood brother, and is my brother in all the ways that matter to us. And I owe him a blood debt both for the times he has saved my life as well as for the taking of his father.  I would not see that debt compounded by not being there for him now, in his most dire time of need.” Scott sat down.

“The Whitmore pack would offer him a place in our pack.  Not as a token magic user.  Not as a weapon.  Not as something to give us status, and not as a way to assuage guilt.  I owe Stiles.  And it is my belief that he would be better off with us than any other group.” Jackson sat down.

“The Druids would offer a place in our conclave, he would learn our secrets and explore his powers and learn control and focus.  From us he would learn what he is and how to function within the world we serve” Deaton sat down.

“Okay.” Lydia sighed as she stood up, having sat through everyone else’s pleading with the tree.  “I’m Lydia Martin.  I represent the hedge witches and our coven.  We do not hold to the order and hording of the Druids.  We do not have the money of the Hales.  We don’t have the history of the McCalls, and we don’t have the passion of the Whitmores.  We’re hedges.  We learn from the roots up and we are more in touch with the wild magics.  Stiles has power he can’t control.  He needs someone to make choices in good faith for him.  And I can’t say for sure that’s me, but as a collective of voices, I think we could help him find his own voice and stand on his own, not beholden to anyone here.” Lydia sat down.

“Well said Lydia Martin.” Ainsley stood.  “If you will.” She bowed and the tree moved again to the unseen breeze before a leaf landed on her table, a word written in the leaf.  “The tree has spoken.” Ainsley picked up the leaf.  “The McCall pack shall be granted stewardship of Stiles Stilinski.”

“I object!” Jackson stood up.

“Your objection is noted.” Ainsley nodded.

“And what of his punishment?” Talia casually glanced at Ainsley.

“Owing to his record of only turning humans who are in desperate need, and his opposition to violence, and his connection to the boy, Alpha McCall shall be put on probationary restrictions for now.”

“What’s that mean?” Scott stood slowly.

“In regards to both Stiles’ care and the management of your pack when it comes to matters pertaining to the mortals or concerns of this council, then you will answer to the unaligned Hell Hound, Jordan Parish.” Ainsley looked at Scott.

“That’s it?” Jackson frowned.

“He has a high standing with the council, and he has risked that.  If he fails this probation period, his pack will be barred from this council.” She gave Scott a warning look.

“Thank you for guidance.” Scott bowed.

“See that you do not make us regret this.” Ainsley stood and walked away.

“I can’t believe this.” Jackson frowned.

“You lost, let it go.” Scott scoffed as he rolled his eyes leaving the room.

“Let it go.” Jackson blinked at him, following him out of the room.

“I must request that you calm down.” Alton suddenly was blocking his path.

“I’ll be as calm as I can till I’m off the property.”

“That’s all I ask.” Alton moved aside.

“Jackson…” Derek shook his head.

“I’m just going to talk to him.”

“Yeah… I believe that.” Peter smirked.

“Do make sure you start having your talk on the sidewalk.” Talia said as she carefully walked the leaf back to the base of the tree and gave it back to the tree.  It slowly gained an inner light and floated back up to rejoin the twig it had come from.

“Good advice.” Jackson nodded and headed out of the room.

“On a scale of one to ten…” Isaac looked at Derek.  “How screwed are we if he blows up here?”

“A forty.” Peter smirked.

“I thought as much.” Isaac stood up.  “We should go keep him calm.” Ethan nodded before standing and following Jackson out quickly.  Watching as he jogged to keep up with Scott, waiting till he got off the last step to the Manor before he spoke.

“Let it go?  Really?” Jackson growled.

“What do you want Jackson?” Scott turned around and looked at him.

“I want Stiles not to be under your care.”

“Why do you care?  It’s not like you two like each other.”

“And it’s not like he’s going to want to LOOK at you.” Jackson sneered.  “I mean, the last time he saw you, you had his dad’s blood.  Do you think he’s really going to want to be near you?”

“shut up.” Scott growled half under his breath.

“What?  Can’t handle that the whole reason he’s in a hospital is because he watched you kill his dad and you broke him and you’re scared that you’re never going to get him back.”

“I SAID SHUT UP!” Scott turned around, his eyes red, as he bore his fangs at Jackson.

“So this is what the pacifist does to people questioning his leadership.  I suppose I shouldn’t worry too hard, you’re libel to fail your probation anyways.” Jackson turned to walk away, Scott charged at him and before he knew what was up, Jackson’s tail was under his feet, unbalancing him and claws were stabbing him in the gut.  Jackson held him still.  “Know this.  You may have won this fucking stewardship but I’m going to be keeping my own eye on Stiles.  And I’m not going to trust you or your reasons or your motives.  So remember the fact that I’m an alpha too and I can mess your shit up a lot better than you can mine.” He pulled his claws out and wiped them on Scott’s jeans.  “Enjoy the paralysis.” Jackson walked away.

Chapter 3: Bleeding Out

“Stiles?” Morel asked as Stiles turned to face her.

You can hear me like this, so what’s it matter? Stiles raised an eyebrow.

“Because you’re not speaking with anyone, not even me, not really.”

So? Stiles shrugged.  He’d been here in Echen house for weeks now, and while he wasn’t in a fugue state randomly lashing out with his magic every time he was provoked, he had stopped speaking.  Even to Jordan who’d been by more than enough to keep him company.  It’d been a while back when he realized the Druids could hear his thoughts.

“It’s a sign that you’re not healing.”

How?  I’m fine.  I just don’t have a reason to speak to anyone.  Stiles let the errant thought wash over her.  The Druids and the Hedges had to struggle to project thoughts into Stiles’ mind, but he was barely even giving it a thought to let them hear these thoughts.  They had no ideas the depths that he was holding inside.  It was easier to let most thoughts flood out of him.

And it didn’t hurt that he knew when they were lying to him.  It wasn’t like with the werewolves.  He didn’t hear a skipped heart beat.  He just knew.  It was like their very being screamed it out to him.  He honestly didn’t know why.

“Stiles.” Morel spoke again.

What? Stiles wasn’t looking at her.  He was looking at the line of magic that was running up the wall like a trickle of water that was going from the floor up to the ceiling.

“You’re not paying attention.”

I can see you just fine.

“That’s not the point.”

Then what is? Stiles was board.  And that was when he became his most dangerous.  While he wasn’t having accidents and flare ups when he thought about his dad now… when his attention wandered, his magic would lose focus and he’d lose control.  Which was probably why the magic had started going up the wall, if he stopped and thought about it.  This place was old, but the magic didn’t leak.  And this magic was just a steady little leak.

“The point is, that you need to talk about how you feel.  How you’re doing.”

I’m doing fine.

“No, you’re not.”

Circular logic.  I’m capable of communication, I am either choosing not to or unable to get over the issues and my subconscious is stopping me.  Either way, why do you care?  Stiles glanced at her now.

“I’ve been appointed by the Druid council because of my ability to focus on emotional connections with my patients and…”

No. Stiles turned away from her.

“I’m sorry?”

Nope.  That’s not the reason you care if I speak again. Stiles shrugged.  It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.  It’s okay if you don’t know about it.  But please don’t think you can lie to me anymore.  None of you can.  It’s been kind of stupid to try.  Stiles watched the magic and started making it draw shapes as it went up the wall.

“Stiles I don’t know…”

Fine.  Stiles was still looking at the magic but he reached behind him with his mind and took a hold of her mind.

***

“You don’t understand Morel… we’ve been at this for weeks, we’ve taken detailed scans, blood samples, tested him against every known supernatural sample, and nothing.  We don’t know what he is or what he might be.  We’re lost.” Deaton slammed his hands down on the desk full of papers.

“Deaton… so what if we’re not able to find out what he is…?”

“So what?  SO WHAT?!” Deaton glared at her. “Without knowing what he is, we don’t have a means to stop him.  With a druid you use the right herbs and you rob them of their powers.  With hedges you just need the right kind of metals.  Werewolves and other were creatures only need one or two herbs.  Hell even Chimeras can be stopped by rosemary.  But Stiles… Stiles is different.”

“So?  I don’t…”

“What if Scott fails?  What if Scott can’t get through to him?  What if none of them can.  And then we’re asked by the council to put him down?” Deaton had a wild look to his eyes.

“They wouldn’t…”

“They have before.  With the ones too dangerous to allow to live in even Echen house.”

“They’d never… not with Stiles.”

“You don’t know that.  You’re not the High Oak.  You don’t know the things the council can ask of us… the things… you don’t…” Deaton slumped over his desk.

“Brother…” Morel was worried.

“If you can’t get him to talk, if you can’t get him to answer the questions… than we’ll have to recommend he stay in Echen house… or that he be put down.  It’s the only way.”

“Deaton!” Morel was shocked.

“We have to do it before he gets too powerful, before he… “ Deaton shook his head, slumping at his desk again.

“Deaton I will not recommend he stay there… I won’t….”

“Then get him to talk.  Get him to say anything… he has to use his words.”

“But why… what difference…”

“Words have power.  If you can make him speak we have spells to test his powers, charms that’ll reveal who and what he truly is…but he must speak… he must…”

***

Morel woke with a startled gasp and stepped back from Stiles.  “H-how did … how did you…?”

Dunno.  Just know I can.  Every time any of you lie to me.  I see the truth.  You scream it at me.  I can’t talk.  I don’t know why, I don’t know how… I don’t know what I am any more than you.  And I’m not going to ‘just do it’ because you or Deaton say so.  I’m not here to assuage his fears or yours.

“What are you here for?” Morel asked cautiously.

I’m here because I’m broken, and I scare you.  All of you.  And maybe you should be afraid.

“Stiles…”

This place can’t hold me.  Stiles looked at her now.  It hasn’t been able to for weeks now.

“What do you mean?” She frowned.

This. Stiles atomized the room around them, they were floating in the open air, but the room was open to the outside world.

“Stiles…” Morel’s voice shook.

Not an illusion.  Just raw magic.  I can see the bonds in the atoms and I can tear them apart or I can put them back together in different ways.  The room reformed but everything that wasn’t either of them was now made of glass.  It just wears me out to do it.  The room atomized again and reformed like it had been.

“Stiles… that power…”

Is draining and more than any Druid or Hedge has ever had.  Yeah, I know.  I’m a freak.  Tell me something new.  Tell me when you’ll let me out.  Tell me when I can go home and grieve in peace away from all of you.

“Stiles you don’t mean that…” She took a step closer.

I mean it Morel.  I will not stay here a minute longer than I have to.  You get me out of here, or I’ll walk out the front door myself.

“You can’t… you’re not ready… you’re…”

I’m not staying here forever.  And if your brother thinks he can kill me.  He can try.  I tore open the vail between life and death when I was just getting started.  And afterwards as drained as I was was the only reason any of you were able to manage me.  Now I’m not trained fully, I’m mostly just doing hodge podge sloppy work right now.  But if I stay here and keep getting training, I’ll become a bigger danger and more unstable.  So you have two choices.  I go home.  Or you try to kill me.  He looked at her.  And you don’t have it in you to kill me.  Deaton does.  He’ll try.  He’s planned it while he sat in here talking me through the basics of the Druid path.  He sits here teaching me magic and thinking about what combination of drugs or elements will kill me or keep me subdued.  And you know he’s convinced that either knocking me out, getting me to overdo it, or exhaust myself is his best route to kill me.  So he doesn’t have to look me in the eyes as he slits my throat.

“He…” The fear on her face.

Yeah.  Like I said, you people are screaming at me every minute of every day.  I want out of here.  Get me out.  Stiles turned back to the wall.

“Stiles…” Nothing.  “Stiles?” Still nothing. “STILES!” She shouted.  “Stiles can you hear me?” She sent with her mind and all she felt was a wall, a blank, featureless wall.  One of the earliest and spells that a Druid had to master.  Was how to shield their thoughts from others.  And Stiles was doing it better than any Druid she had ever met.  But as she searched for a seam in his wall she realized that it wasn’t just his mind.  He’d built walls around every mind in Echen house.  Every mind was walled off from her.  She reached out and could feel the space between them.  How was he doing this?  How did he have the strength?

“I’ll talk to Deaton and the Council.” She nearly collapsed from the sudden sound from all the minds being opened at once.

Good.  Was the last thing she would hear from him while he stayed within these walls.  She came back to see him a handful of times, but he never spoke again.  His mind was quiet to all of them.  Deaton came to see him and Stiles looked into him and showed him just what he’d thought and said about Stiles since this had happened and he never came near Stiles again.  Danny came and so did Lydia.  They were kind, and he’d smile at them and just listen to them talk.

They gave him ideas and magic lessons.  He could do the magic, but he was starting to get tired from doing them.  The visits began to taper off as he stopped communicating with anyone.  Eventually he was silent to everyone.  Especially Scott when he showed up.

***

“I hope you like what we did with the place.” Scott was talking.  Scott had been talking for the last hour of packing up Stiles from Echen house and loading the car, and driving all the way here.  Stiles sensed that it was his silence more than anything that alarmed Scott, but on some level he couldn’t care less.

Scott had explained a couple times about his dad.  He didn’t care.  It didn’t matter. The trust he’d always had in Scott had ended the second his claws became red with his father’s blood.  So as far as he was concerned he didn’t care if Scott thought he was justified or not.  He didn’t care if Scott felt like he had to make it up to Stiles.  All he cared about was finally getting to sleep in his own bed and crash for a while.

“We cleaned up and repainted the walls… I wanted you to come live with us, but mom and Morel were insisting that you come home and try living here first.”

Smart people.  They listened.

“Anyway, we stocked the fridge and pantry yesterday, so there should be all your favorites in there.” Scott was showing him what was in the fridge, all of the things Stiles liked to eat but none of the healthy crap he’d bought for his dad.  All of that had spoiled by now and had to be thrown out.  Logically he knew that, but it was still a blow to see another part of him erased from the house.

“Hey… it’s…it’s okay buddy.” Scott hugged him. Why was he touching him?

“We didn’t touch the upstairs.  There wasn’t any damage up there.  And… I sort of figured you’d want to go through your dad’s things.”

Damn right he would, not like Scott had any right to.  Stiles simply turned and went up stairs, noticing the change in the wall paint in the hall by the stairs.  Pausing to look at the spot where his dad had died. His mind replaying that horror for a second before he went on up and went to his father’s room, sitting down on the bed and relishing how things still smelled of his dad here.

“I have to go to work, but I’ll check on you later… are you okay?” Stiles made the door shut and Scott sighed and left quietly. Stiles sent out magic to keep his father’s scent in this room as he curled up in the bed, a depression appearing in the bed beside him as he made an invisible force that felt like his father and snuggled into it.

He couldn’t bring his dad back with out dying himself.  A life for a life.  They’d drilled that into him while he was studying.  But he could do things they couldn’t.  But he also knew what he’d felt when he’d touched where his father was.  He was in a place where he could be with his mom.  And Stiles couldn’t take him away from her, or her form him.  Not again.  So he would live with the loss and wait till he joined them.

He thought about the food down stairs and shook his head, burying it into his father’s pillows.  He wasn’t hungry.  Food just didn’t sound like it would sit well with the way his stomach was feeling just now.  He’d eat later.  Later… He drifted off to sleep.

***

Stiles quickly got himself into a pattern.  He’d get up, when he was used to his dad leaving for work.  He’d go to his room, clean, maybe watch some tv.  He’d work on his homework from school.  And then he’d putter around the house.  He still had bereavement leave from school for a few more days.  By the second day, he was entirely caught up for school and had his homework sent in.  Not that it was sent with Scott or Liam.  In fact none of the pack came and checked up on him.  Jordan stopped by.  Jordan and Isaac.  Isaac showed up and sat silently with him.  Didn’t say a word, just was there.  That was comforting.  His mind was quiet too.  The one time he’d had a thought it’d been to express how Jackson wished he could come over but Scott had gone to the council and asked that everyone give Stiles space while he adjusted to coming home.

Scott thought he should be left alone.  Deaton’s influence no doubt.  Deaton wanted him dead.  He should live forever just to spite the druid.  But that wouldn’t get him what he wanted.  So he left it alone.  He sent his work in with Isaac and hugged him.  Jordan and him both got hugs when they where there.  He didn’t want to admit to himself that he was becoming touch starved.  But he could see the signs.

But he didn’t have the words to tell anyone.

Chapter 4: Milk and Honey

Stiles had been back a week and he looked thinner.  Jackson wasn’t hundred percent sure, but he was relatively sure that he’d lost at least ten pounds and that his eyes looked like he had bags under them.  He was the picture of living death…. The more Jackson looked at him the more he realized that this was bothering him.  He made sure to pass by Stiles.

“How’s it going today?” Stiles shrugged at him.  “Isaac told me about the talking thing.  Sorry I couldn’t stop by before.  Isaac I can send over but if I came myself, Scott would make problems.” Stiles rolled his eyes.

“That at me or him?” Jackson smirked and Stiles nodded his head towards where Scott was going around a corner.  “Gotcha.” He smiled.  “You get the homework done for bio?” Stiles nodded. “I was up half the night preparing for the full moon next week.” Stiles arched a brow.  “I work up stuff a head of time.  I don’t like ti let it wait.” Stiles nodded.  “Still doing the silent thing?” Jackson gave him a smile.

Stiles nodded as he filled his bag.

“Should I be worried?” Stiles arched a brow. “I mean… you not talking… you’re not like going to suddenly start screaming in your head are you?” Stiles stopped and thought about it a moment before shaking his head.  “Good.” Jackson smiled and started to walk off when Stiles grabbed his arm and weakly pulled him back.  “What?” Jackson turned around and Stiles hugged him close.

The scent of sandalwood, lightning, and just a general sense of Stiles… it over powered everything in Jackson and his eyes transformed.  He was home.  This was…this was what he was missing.  He shivered and he breathed in deeply. He could smell the starvation and hunger on Stiles, and the lingering scent of death.  He felt sad suddenly. And in that instant he knew he had to fix this.

***

“What’s wrong with him?” Jackson walked up to Lydia and Danny in the library.

“What do you mean?” Lydia glanced at him, the schematics for a spell sketched out between them on a page that Danny was covering up part of.

“I can’t read spell, so that’s kind of pointless.” Jackson glared.  “And you know what I mean.”

“Stiles isn’t speaking to anyone.  It’s not just you.” Danny looked up with apologetic eyes.

“Not that.  Stiles isn’t eating.” Jackson felt exasperated as he looked between them.

“What?” Lydia frowned.

“You hadn’t noticed, he’s lost like ten pounds!” Jackson started pacing in front of their table.  “And he’s clearly not sleeping right.  And the not talking thing… and his magic feels like he’s loosing control…” Jackson kept muttering to himself, he only stopped when he realized that neither of them were speaking to him.  “What?”

“You’ve very invested in Stiles’ health.” Lydia watched him closely.

“I…” Jackson flushed.  “I just care about him as a person.”

“Right…” Lydia sighed, drew a symbol in the air that hung there and glowed.  “Yeah….” She looked at Danny whose eyes went wide.

“What?”

“The trial?” Danny looked at her.

“I think he can pull it off.”

“But…”

“You saw the colors.”

“True.”

“And he’s not entirely stupid.” Lydia shrugged.

“Right here!” Jackson slammed his hands down.

“Yes, we’re aware.” Lydia frowned.

“And?”

“What exactly do you want?” She narrowed her eyes.

“I want a way to fix Stiles, make him eat, make him heal, and to get Scott out of in control over him because I don’t like how Scott’s doing it.”

“There might be a way to do just that.” Lydia smirked.  “Follow me.” She stood up, walking to the back of the library and drawing a glyph on one of the walls.  “Danny.”

“I’ve got it.” He moved and as the wall opened up he cast a glamour to keep them invisible as she and Jackson walked down into the sub basement of the school, the anti chamber seemed to come out of nowhere and Jackson frowned at it as he came down to spot Peter Hale sitting in a corner that looked like it was a personal library.

“Well well, what do we have here?” Peter stood up.

“I’m here for the map.” Lydia crossed her arms.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’ll vote your way on one topic.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

“Agreed.” Peter held out his hand and she shook it, a purple light forming between their hand.

“I can’t wait till I need your vote.” Peter smirked as he lead her to the vault door and put his claws into the lock and turned it.  “So why’s Whitmore here?”

“He’s going to be the champion.”

“Oh?  What could he want the treasure for?”

“Stiles.” Jackson said quietly.

“OH… I see.” Peter chuckled.  “Makes sense.  This way, and touch nothing.” He walked into the vault, the lights coming on as he went, till he walked down shelves full of various items that drew Jackson’s attention but Peter cleared his throat and they kept pace with him till he walked them to a map.  “This is what you want” He gestured and Jackson reached up and picked up the paper, it began to fill with ink and symbols.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a map to a trial.”

“A trial?”

“Listen.” She grabbed Jackson’s jaw and looked him in the eye.  “You want the power to rule Stiles and fix his problems; you need the treasure this map takes you to. But the only way to get the treasure is to pass the trial and prove yourself worthy.”

“It’s worth it.  If you’re heart’s pure.” Peter shrugged.  “One of my ancestors used it to help build this town, and when he was done he returned it to the cave.”

“That why you haven’t tried to go get it?”

“Do I strike you as pure of heart?”

“There’s a lot of ways to be pure of heart.” Jackson commented and they both looked at him.

“What?” Peter blinked at him.

“Pure of heart isn’t just honest and wanting to help others.  If you’re true to yourself and your nature and accept that, that’s pure of heart, just not the way everyone pictures it.”

“That… is an interesting theory.” Peter nodded.  “I like you.  I hope you survive the trials.”

“Survive?”

“There’s a cost to the trials.  If you fail, you die.”

“WHAT?!” Jackson rounded on Lydia.

“I wouldn’t have offered this if I thought you’d lose.” She shrugged, walking around him to walk out of the vault.

“Watch that one.  She scares the crap out of me.” Peter nodded after Lydia.

“You and me both.” Jackson nodded and followed after Lydia.

***

Jackson frowned at the old wooden door in the ground in the middle of the woods that didn’t seem to go anywhere.  How was this supposed to be something magic?  He couldn’t sense anything going on here, not even the sense of something supernatural.  Frowning heavily, Jackson opened the door and walked down the stairs to a blank chamber.  He walked into it and let his eyes go reptilian as he tried to see what was going on with the blank walls. Maybe the treasure was already gone?

This is stupid. Jackson rolled his eyes and turned around to find another blank wall, no sign of a door.  He rushed over to it and found it solid and whole.  The stairs and door he’d passed through, simply gone.

“What the hell?” Jackson frowned.  He looked down at the map in his hand and it now only showed the single room he was standing in.  “Great.  Just fucking great.” Jackson banged his head on the wall.  “Hello?” Jackson called out after a while.  Nothing.  Jackson sighed as he put his back to the wall and slide to the floor.  Looking around he realized a couple things quickly.  There was no windows, no doors, no way in or out.  But there was sunlight.  He moved his hands and got a sense that there had to be windows in here, even if he couldn’t see them.  Frowning he closed his eyes and focused his senses down to his ears and his nose.  There were two sources, one on either side, which was flowing a little bit of air, and some noises from outside.  But when he opened his eyes there wasn’t anything there but blank walls.  Taking his shoes off, Jackson threw a shoe at either wall and with a rain of glass, two windows were now revealed.

“So illusions are the game.” Jackson closed his eyes and touched the wall in front of him, still just as solid as it had been before.  He went to pick up one of his shoes and realized they were gone.  Okay… so you give as you go.  Okay, he could live with that.  He tossed his watch at the wall where the door should have been but it hit the wall and slid down.  Fine, be a wall.  Jackson picked it up and threw it across at the other wall which vanished revealing a simple brown wooden door with runes etched into its entire surface.  His watch nowhere to be seen as he walked in his socked feet and heading on to the door and testing it.  It was unlocked and it opened for him easily.  He stepped through to find another stone chamber.  Only every surface was covered with runes of every size and shape.  Some no bigger than his pinky, others the size of his head.

“Okay… so the first test was to see without my eyes.  I get that.” Jackson spoke alone.  “And I get taking my things as offerings or trophies.  But this one…” Jackson paused.  Sniffing he could smell Stiles.  Going silent he followed the smell to a corner where there was a tiny rusty rune that looked half dulled.  He extended his claw and used his venom to clean the rust off of it, his claws, to slowly dig the crud out of the rune and redo the etching of the rune.  No sooner had he finished than the runes vanished and the wall now had another wooden door, this time in crimson red.  It again was unlocked and he entered into another chamber, this one caused him to stop in his tracks.  There lay Stiles, half dead in the middle of the room.

“STILES!” Jackson took off running only to be slammed back by a wall of light.

Jackson looked down and realized that the floor past a few feet from the door was entirely made of rowan wood, with a solid line of mountain ash in a lacquered unbroken line that ran around Stiles.

“Fuck.” Jackson winced as he sat up.  “Okay… See without your eyes.  Rely on your instincts.  And now something that’s impossible to get to… the only person who’s ever broken mountain ash is Scott.  So…”

“help me.” It was tiny.  But it was Stiles’ voice.  Stiles was hurting.  Jackson got up and put his hands on the wall.  As soon as he did he could smell it.  Stiles wasn’t just hurting.  He was bleeding.  Jackson’s eyes went wide as they were swallowed by his reptilian eyes.  He slammed himself again and again against the wall of light before he fell back panting.  Tearing his shirt from his body he threw it against the wall and roared, as his scales traveled across his body in an azure flame of light under and through his skin.  His shoulders popped as his wings came out of his back and expanded as he roared and slammed himself into the wall again and again, the magic beginning to flare.

“Jax…” Jackson’s nostrils flared and he shoved his fist through the wall of light, tearing it open, clawing at the magic before thrusting it away, the lacquered mountain ash burning away and the boards between him and Stiles turning to ash before blowing away.  He panted and heaved his body as he rushed to Stiles’ side only for him to vanish in his arms.  Jackson was confused, finding himself crouched in the middle of the stone room.  Jackson looked at his hands and stood up, his wings retracting and his scales retreating as he stood there bare chested.  He looked at the door before him, this time green with runes of danger carved into it.

“You really think that’s going to stop me?” Jackson opened the door and strode into the room only to scream.  He stepped back and look at his foot, the sock was scorched open, the fabric burned away from where he’d touched the floor of the next chamber.  He crouched down and touched his finger to the slightly moist stone only to hiss as it burned his finger.  “Acid… or something magical…?” Jackson saw the door on the other side of the chamber.  Black with silver markings.  “Oh that’s too easy.” Jackson looked around the chamber, every wall, the entire floor, and every inch of everything between him and the door was coated in this acid.  It couldn’t be that simple… could it?  Jackson licked his lips and took off at a sprint across the room, hissing and howling as his socks hissed and his skin burned where he touched the acid.  He made it to the door only to discover it was locked.

“FUCK!” Jackson looked around and saw a glass holder on the far wall, inside was a key, floating in the same liquid that coated every inch of this chamber.  Jackson quickly jogged back to the other chamber and stood off the acid, the last of his socks smoldering against his skin as he pealed them off and threw them on the acid.  His skin of his feel badly burned and slowly healing.  He wasn’t going to be able to stand around and reach into that glass reservoir if he didn’t heal fast form this stuff.

It took him only a minute to shuck his jeans and double the pants legs one in the other and then his arm down into the doubled leg.  He ran barefoot clenching his jaw as his feet burned and plunged his arm down to the shoulder into the fluid.  The jeans were burning way fast but he grabbed the key and quickly ran back to the door, unlocking it and running into the next chamber.  Shivering as he started to sweat, not just from the exertion but from the burns on his arm and feet.

“Fuck.” Jackson looked at the damage and wondered what this next chamber of horrors could possibly hold for him.  He looked around the empty chamber and spotted a weight in the middle of the room.  Rolling his eyes he limped over to it and dropped his boxers on the weight, the second they made contact, the wall parted revealing a white door.  Opening it he walked into an empty chamber, and scanned the area.  The only odd thing about the empty room was a medium sized hole in the wall about hip high.  He frowned at it as he walked around the chamber.  Nothing.  And as he realized the door was gone from behind him, he was sealed in.  Great.

“Okay… you wanted me naked.  You have a hole about the height of my crotch… you want me to stick my dick in the wall?” Jackson looked around.  Writing appeared on the wall.

For those who wish to save others, must be willing to sacrifice of themselves, even their most valued parts, if they would see their goal achieved.

“Okay.” Jackson limped over to the hold.  “If this gives me what I need to save Stiles, I can live without it.” Jackson fitted his balls and cock into the hole.  The hole shrank and tightened around his base and rose so that he was standing normally.  The hole began to shrink farther.  “For Stiles.” Jackson closed his eyes and waited for it to keep going, to take his manhood and leave him without his sex.  The pain was almost unbearable but he clenched his burned fist and thought of Stiles being well again.  He could do this.  He could do whatever it took to get Stiles back to full health again.  There was a popping noise.

Jackson opened his eyes and realized he was standing in the middle of a cave, naked, in front of a glass counter top.  Just before he was nearly blinded by a flash of azure light that flooded the chamber.

“What…”

“You know.  I honestly thought that last one was going to trip you up.” A voice came from behind a partition behind the counter and suddenly a man in a white on white checker vest and tousers against a solid black dress shirt and a striped black and white tight walked out, fixing himself a drink.

“Uh… hello?” Jackson covered himself.

“No need for that.  I’ve been watching the show for a bit now.” The guy shrugged.

“I came…”

“For the treasure.  Yeah I know.  Only reason anyone’s ever been foolish enough to travel through that fucking nightmare fuel series of chambers.” The guy reached behind the counter and pulled out a black tablet.

“Wh… I came for a tablet?” Jackson sat down at the counter on a stool that he hadn’t noticed was there before, but that was par for the course with this place.

“Oh this isn’t just any tablet.  This tablet gives you the power to reshape the people, places, and things of any world you’re in.”

“Reshape how?”

“Proprietary technologies.” The man smiled.

“Dark shady magic that I don’t need to know the workings of.  Got it.” Jackson reached for it.

“There are rules.”

“Okay…?”

“You must return the device as soon as your goals are achieved.  You must not murder anyone with this device.  You must not bring the dead back to life.  And you must not use the tablet on itself or on me.  And you are forbidden to use the tablet to extend your possession of it.”

“Okay.”

“Do you agree to these terms of service?”

“Yes I do.”

“Excellent.  Please place your hand palm down on the tablet.”

“Okay.” Jackson did as he was told.

“Jackson Whitmore, the tablet is now yours.” The man bowed.

“How do I…”

“Exit’s over there.” The guy pointed and Jackson realized he was standing in the first chamber, the stairs out were to his left.  He looked around confused as he stood there naked holding the tablet and feeling like he had missed something.  Whatever the hell was going on, this was bigger magic than he’d ever seen.  His burns weren’t healed though and he knew he’d been through something, and as he walked out he found his wallet, keys, watch, and everything but his clothes sitting on a small pillar outside of the chamber.  Jackson gathered it all and walked to his car and got in.

This was way too fucked up.

Jackson shook his head and turned on the tablet.

Welcome to the Master Tech System!

“Master Tech?”

Yes, this is the latest in reality and entity enhancement technologies.  How may I help you today?

“You’re voice activated?”

Amongst other settings?  Would you like to see your avatar?

“Yeah sure…” Jackson saw a naked version of himself on the display and began looking at the level of detail this device had on him.  The information as insanely detailed.  He scrolled through and found a section labeled soul mate, and with a nod to himself he tapped it.

Mate: Mieczyslaw “Mischief” Stiles Stilinski

“Fuuuuccckkkk.”

***

“Okay… show me Stiles Stilinski’s profile?” Jackson was sitting in his bedroom watching as data filled in about Stiles.  He read down the info, sitting there in a pair of loose shorts as he read about Stiles’ depression, his silence, and his inability to eat.  Jackson went to just change them and set Stiles on a better path when a pop up alerted him to a problem.

Error: 419 - Subject’s mental and emotional state cannot be altered while primary care and custodial maintenance of subject are not held by primary user.

“What’s that mean?” Jackson frowned.

That while you can make some minor changes to him, he is mystically owned by another so he is outside our reach for now.

“What changes to him can I make?”

The rule that cannot be broken can surely be bent.

“Okay…”

You can’t make him eat but you can make it to where he can consume a given substance to regain his health.  Then alter his craving centers to where he craves that substance above all else.

“Okay… but what can I set that to.. and how do I make sure he eats it?”

I would suggest making it something your body is capable of producing so that you’re in charge of the production and distribution, and then you simply have to give him the substance and he’ll build up a desire over time as you run the programs.

“Something I produce…” Jackson looked at his hands, thinking about his claws.  No, that’d be too dangerous to change.  He scratched his chest and paused.  “ISAAC!”

“Yeah?” Isaac poked his head in Jackson’s room.

“Gather the pack.  I have something we need to talk about.”

“Okay.”

Chapter 5: Blood On the Wall

Fuck. Stiles winced as he sat down hard.  He’d run out of excuses so he’d went back to practice with the rest of the team.  He pulled his jersey up and winced at the bruise that was already starting to form on his side.

Fuck.  He thought again as he tenderly touched it.  Glancing around it traced the edge with magic and started weaving in a healing spell, only for his breath to catch in his throat and the bruise to double in size.  FUCK!  Stiles hissed as he stopped doing the magic.  Everything had been fine till he started back in his regular life.  What had gone wrong?

You know what went wrong.  Stiles sighed to himself.  Yeah, he knew.  He’d gone back to the house where his father had died, back to the house where he’d watched his mom leave in an ambulance, and where a man who had wanted to kill him had come storming in with a crossbow proclaiming that he was saving humanity with Stiles’ murder.

Maybe it’d have been better if he had.  Stiles paused as he thought about that.  No.  No… he didn’t want to be dead.  He just didn’t want to be alive either right now.  Feeling confused about that he finished stripping and had to use the locker to hold himself upright.  Fuck… I don’t…

“Here.” Jackson was standing there in his towel handing Stiles a thermos.

Stiles frowned, looking down at the thermos and then arching a brow up at Jackson.

“You aren’t eating.”

Stiles set his jaw and glared at Jackson.

“You’ve lost ten pounds.  If not more.” Jackson’s voice was low as he put the thermos in Stiles’ hand.  “It’s a liquid nutrients.  All you have to do is drink it.”

Stiles glared, thrusting it back at Jackson and turning back towards his locker.

“Really?” Jackson touched Stiles’ bruise earning him a hiss as he had to quickly move to catch Stiles before he collapsed.  “You’re not in any fit shape to be playing this game.”

Stiles narrowed his eyes, wanting to flex magic at him and feeling it hurt already.  He’s not wrong. Stiles sighed as he let himself be led back to the bench and Jackson started treating his wound.

“It won’t kill you to accept help from other people.”

Stiles arched a brow.

“Okay, what do I know, maybe it will.” He shot a look at Scott’s empty locker.  “Where is your fury leader today anyways?”

Stiles shrugged.

“You do realize that he’s supposed to be checking up on you and in with you every day.  Right?” Stiles gave him a blank look.  “Damn it.” Jackson sighed as he spread the ointment he’d brought with him along the bruise and got out a binding to help make sure there wasn’t much movement on Stiles’ body.  “Are you going home after school?”

Stiles nodded.

“I’m taking you home?” Stiles made to protest.  “I’m not taking no for an answer.  You’re getting a ride, and you’re drinking that.” He pushed the thermos back to Stiles.

Like hell I am.  Stiles crossed his arms.

“Finish getting undressed or I’ll strip you myself.” Jackson stood up and headed back towards the showers where he’d been headed before he spotted Stiles having trouble and had doubled back for the thermos.

Fucker thinks I’m drinking anything because he says so.  Stiles glares at the thermos as if it had personally pissed in his cornflakes.  Not that he’d eaten cornflakes since his dad’s death.  Or anything.  He realized he hadn’t eaten anything in weeks.

He might be right.  Stiles sighed as he sat there.

“Stilinski, my office, NOW!” Coach yelled and Stiles frowned, getting up slowly and walking into the Coach’s office where he’s sitting behind his desk looking over some paper work.

What now?  Stiles sighed as he stood there.

“You’re off the team Stilinski.” Stiles’ eyes went wide.  “You’re not talking.  You’re not eating.  You’re bruising like you have no clotting factor what so ever.  And I’ve been giving you a pass because of your dad.  But you need to get off the field.”

Stiles fell into one of the seats, his eyes showing his shock.

“Listen. “Coach Finstock came around the desk and crouched in front of Stiles.  “I get that you’re hurting.  I get that you’re not eating because you probably don’t feel like it.” Stiles nodded, crying a little.  “I’m not replacing you.” Coach put a hand on Stiles’ knee.  “If you can make progress over the next couple months, I’ll let you back on the field.  But for now, you need to think about getting better.”

But I thought I was… Stiles nodded solemnly.

“Okay.  I checked, Scott’s listed as your emergency contact, so I called him, he’s going to be coming to get you to take you home.”

Fuck.  Stiles bit his lip and looked at the door.  He was vaguely aware of Jackson not far off listening.

“Is that a problem?” Coach asked quietly.  “Is there any thing..”

Stiles shook his head.  It was fine.  Stiles didn’t know why he’d felt like he needed Jackson to take care of him.  That was just being stupid.

“Okay.” Coach nodded.  “Go pack up your gear.  I’m hoping that you get better.” He patted Stiles on the shoulder and walked him quietly to the door and sighed.  “If you need any help, don’t forget you can call.  Even if you just need someone to ramble on while you listen.” Stiles paused and looked up at Coach.

“Oh I’m not so old that I don’t know that there’s a lot going on in your life.  I mean I’m pretty sure that McCall’s a werewolf, Lahey’s a lizard like Whitmore, and I know Dunbar’s a wolf.” Stiles’ eyes went wide.

“Shocked I know that?” Stiles nodded heavily.  “Contact lenses.” Coach popped them out revealing black eyes.  “Half fae on my dad’s side.” He put the contacts back in.  “I can see a lot of things, and I keep my ear to the ground to tell the council of any supernatural kids who need an eye kept on them.  So I know what happened, what really happened.  It’s why I’ve been going easy on you.” He touched the bruise and shook his head, going back to his desk and pulling out a container and tossing it to Stiles.  “Apply that once a day, for the next few days.  It’ll heal it away.  You’re not eating and it’s effecting your magic.  You’re over using your magic just to keep yourself from starving to death.”

Holy shit.  Stiles looked shocked.

“And yes, I’m aware you guys can’t see Greenburg.  Greenburg died in 1987.  He’s been haunting the locker room since he died to a werewolf tearing out his throat since then.  I get that he’s not real to you, but he also lets to tell me what he hears and sees in the locker room.  So I know about most of what you boys have gone through in the last couple years.”

Stiles glanced out into the locker room and let the magic bleed into his eyes, where he suddenly realized there was a kid walking around with thick black curly hair who smiled and waved at him before walking off.

“Careful, he figures out you can see him, you’ll never get rid of him.  He’s figured out how to make phone calls from the locker room… Nothing quite like a 2 am call from a spirit who just wants to talk.” Coach shook his head.  “Anyways.  I know you’re having a hard time of it.  And if you ever need me to come over and just chatter away, I’ll be there, okay?”  Stiles nodded and walked out of the room, feeling confused and slightly comforted.

“What happened?” Jackson bit his lip.

Heavy dose of what the fuck… Stiles shrugged, even without not talking, he wasn’t sure he had words to describe what just happened.

“I heard the part about you’re off the team and Scott’s taking you home.” Stiles nodded.  “But it got quite after that.  Anything I should know?” Jackson frowned; Stiles looked towards the Coach’s office and shook his head.  Naw, if he ever spoke again, maybe, but for now, this wasn’t something he felt was his secret to share.

“Call me…” Stiles frowned.  “Fine, text me when you get home, okay?” Jackson put the thermos in Stiles’ hands again.  “And do try to at least sip on that, please?” Stiles looked down at it and sighed.  He nodded, anything to get him out of having to try to explain to Jackson that he wasn’t planning on putting anything in his body.

“Stiles.” Scott’s voice was curt and tight as he stood in the doorway to the locker room with his arms crossed over one another.

“of all the fucking nerve…” Jackson started towards Scott but Stiles put his hand out and held Jackson back and shook his head.  “Fine.  But text me?”

Stiles nodded.

“Okay.  Go before I have to punch him.”

“I can hear you.” Scott glared.

“And?” Jackson shrugged and walked away.

“Get changed.  I’ll wait here.” Scott glared at Jackson as Stiles rolled his eyes and went back to his locker and stripped off his clothing before putting his street clothes back on and heading out, only for Jackson to clear his throat.

What now?  He saw where Jackson was pointing and blushed going back for the ointment from Coach and the thermos from Jackson.  He nodded and headed out to the car with Scott behind him, before they got in the car and Scott started driving.

What’s wrong with his energy? Stiles frowned as he glanced at Scott, who’s jaw was clenched.  Stiles had the instinct to reach out and touch him but thought better of it.

“I can’t believe you.” Scott finally started.

What? Stiles frowned.

“I have to hear from Coach that you’re not fit to play?  That you’re not eating!” Scott grit his teeth.  “It’s bad enough about this not speaking shit, and I heard from Deaton that you’ve stopped practicing with the Druids.”

And the hedges. Stiles nodded.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING GET IT!” Scott yelled.

Stiles frowned.

“I need you to start eating.  I need you to start talking.  I need you to start using your magic better.  A lot of really important shit is on the line, and you’re fucking it up for all of us!”

Thanks.  No pressure or anything… sure…  Stiles shook his head.

“Do I need to start force feeding you food to make you eat?” Scott sighed heavily.

Only if you don’t want fingers. Stiles gave him a look.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that, just because you have a death wish, doesn’t mean I want my pack going down in flames because of you.” Scott glared.

But I don’t have a death wish.  You’re just too… whatever this is… to notice anything about me.

“I just don’t get why you didn’t tell me!?” Scott sighed.

Probably because you’re never around.  Stiles leaned his head against the window looking outside as they went.  He was mentally checking out of this conversation, because it was turning into more of a lecture than anything else.

“LISTEN TO ME?” Scott grabbed him and wrenched his neck to make him look at him.

You’d better let go of me.  Stiles put that in his eyes as he looked at Scott.

“You will start behaving.”

Let. Me. Go.  Stiles let his magic flare a little, enough for Scott to feel his energy.

“Don’t make me have to beat sense into you.” Scott growled at him.

Stiles gripped Scott’s wrist and pulled it off of him, his magic making Scott let go.  Scott swerved and parked the car quickly, grabbing his hand.

“THAT FUCKING HURT!” He lashed out smacking Stiles hard enough that his head went back and hit the glass of the side window.  Stiles turned and looked at him in fear, his lip bleeding from the impact.

“Shit… Stiles…” Stiles frantically undid the lock on the car door and his belt and fell out of the car.  “STILES!” Scott came around the car and Stiles was in that panicked place again.  He lashed out for his magic and shoved Scott back against the car, almost rocking the car with the impact.

“STILES!” Scott yelled and came back running at Stiles and he threw his hands up and Scott was frozen mid air.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck… Stiles scampered into the house and closed the door behind him and panting as he slid to the floor.

“Stiles…” Scott was at the door.

GO AWAY!  Stiles let that flow out of his mind at Scott, hard enough that he could hear that Scott staggered back.

“Stiles… I’m sorry… I…”

Stiles curled up against the door, the fear radiating off of him as he struggled to control his breathing.  His mind going back to the first lessons in magic he’d had.  Lydia’s voice telling him to breath, that every time he breathed it was breathing in power and exhaling will.

You’re a powerful force of nature.  No one tells you what to do.  No one owns you.  And you take shit from no one.  Stiles stood up and put his hands at his side, the door opened up and he looked at Scott.

“Sti-” He dropped to his knees barely able to breath before he flew back at the car with the passenger side opening and slamming into the driver’s seat before the car door slammed shut.  Stiles slammed his door shut and crumpled up on the floor.  He was there for a while, having sobbed himself to sleep.  He might have slept the whole night there if his phone hadn’t rang and gotten him to wake up.  Bleary he picked up the phone and looked at it.

Jackson> Are you okay?

Scott wouldn’t have told Jackson anything.  He looked at how dark it was outside.  Shit.

Stiles> Sorry, had a fight with Scott.  I ended up passing out on the floor sobbing.

He wondered if he could move.  Trying to straighten out his legs he whence.  Definitely going to hurt to get up from this spot.

Jackson> He made you cry.  What did he do?

He was a dick to me.  Stiles sighed and typed.

Stiles> He said somethings. I got angry.  He grabbed my neck.  I sort of broke his hand… so he hit me.

Jackson> Where are you?

Stiles> Front door.

There was a knock on the door and Stiles frowned.  He whined in his throat as he got up and opened the door.  Jackson was standing there looking concerned as he scooped Stiles up and carried him upstairs.  Jackson didn’t say anything as he carried Stiles and his things upstairs to his room, noticing that the bed hadn’t been slept in, he glanced at the door down the hall.

Not tonight.  Stiles let the thought slip out so Jackson nodded and laid him down on his own bed, Stiles seemed to melt into it as he drifted in and out.  He’s almost gone to sleep believing Jackson had left but then Jackson was back with a warm cloth washing the dried blood off his face and cleaning him up before helping him undress.  He found his comfy sleep clothes and laid them out but shook his head when Stiles reached for them.  He’d left Stiles in his boxers and carried him to the bathroom where he’d drawn a bath.

He looked away and helped Stiles undress and get in the tub and sat with his back to Stiles while he bathed in silence.  But oddly the air didn’t feel heavy with unsaid words, which was a first for Stiles since everything happened.  He quietly reached out and touched Jackson’s arm when he was done and ready to get out of the tub.  Jackson was careful not to look as he helped him out and dried him off, wrapping him in the towel before carrying him back to his bed to help dress him in his sleep clothes.  Stiles picked up his phone as he lay there.

Stiles> you didn’t need to do that.

Jackson smiled at him.  “You dressed me when I first became a Kanima and was still freaking out.  You didn’t have to do that either.  But you did.”

Stiles> I also said we should have killed you.

“Yeah…” Jackson blushed.  “I could hear you.” Stiles looked at him blankly.  “I never said anything because it made me cry.  And I kind of shut down and let the beast take over.  So when you said he made you cry I was already over here to check on why you hadn’t texted me.” Jackson sighed.

Stiles> Sorry.

“It’s okay.  I know you’re not hungry.” He patted Stiles’ thigh.  “I’ll leave the thermos if you’re thirsty.  Please try it.”

Stiles>Okay.

“And now like you actually mean it and you’re not blowing me off?” Jackson smiled.  Stiles had the good graces to blush at that and nod quietly before Jackson gave him a hug and said his goodbyes.  They texted on and off till Stiles finally passed out for the night.  It was the first night since he lost his father that he didn’t have nightmares or night terrors.  Stiles had no idea how much he’d needed that restful sleep.  But for the first time in a long time he felt contented and happy when he woke up in the morning.  Even allowing himself to forget about what was waiting for him outside his bedroom door, but as always that memory came crashing into his mind.  He looked at the clock and decided that he’d do some homework before waiting till after the weekend practice to get over with so he could finish cleaning out his locker and get his gear.  He’d drive himself this time, because he didn’t want to deal with Scott again.

Chapter 6: Milquetoast

Jackson was enjoying the feel of the water down his back.  Fuck… he hadn’t thought about what he was doing last night.  Seeing Stiles naked… fuck he’d gone home and had to jerk off a few times.  He couldn’t believe how turned on he was.  He hadn’t really grasped how much he felt for Stiles till last night.  Even between Lydia and the trials, it hadn’t entirely sunk into his mind.  And here he was in the shower wanting to touch himself again thinking about Stiles.

SLAM

Jackson shut the water off and quickly dried off and grabbed his shorts and snuck through the locker room till he was standing beside Stiles.  Stiles was panting and struggling to stay upright as he finished cleaning out his locker.  God... he looked almost skeletal thin.  And Jackson could smell that he hadn’t drank any of the thermos.  This couldn’t go on.  Fuck it.

Not even thinking, Jackson picked Stiles up and sat down and put Stiles so that he was across his lap and Stiles frowned at him before his head was moved and he pressed Stiles’ lips to his nipple and took his jaw in his hand and began to move it around.  Between the changes Jackson had made to his own body and the way he had Stiles held, it didn’t take long for him to begin to lactate into his mouth.  Stiles bucked and tried to fight him, but he was too weak so he sat there with his weak hands trying feebly push Jackson away.  Stiles was starting to relax though.

The more he drank, the more relaxed he became.  Jackson had agonized over what to do with his nipples and tits.  How to change the milk he could make himself produce with the tablet’s help, into something that could meet all of Stiles’ dietary requirements.

What he hadn’t given thought to was how a body deprived of everything it needed to survive running purely on magic would react to having that stress lifted even a little bit.  Coupled with the sheer eroticism of their close contact, skin on skin, and Stiles’ latched mouth on his swollen nipple, Jackson slowly realized that the hard feeling on his hip was Stiles’ arousal.  Smiling to himself he realized he liked that, the feeling of Stiles hard against him, his body responding to the situation as he began to suckle harder.  Stiles’ arms coming snaking around Jackson’s torso.  His better grasp being used as he pulled himself tighter against Jackson’s body as he suckled harder at the teat in his mouth.

Jackson could smell how aroused and how long it’s been since Stiles had gotten off.  Weeks of stored up and pent up lust boiling over now that his body had the energy to do something about it finally.  Jackson smirked to himself, enjoying the heady scent of Stiles’ arousal as it flooded his senses.  He reached down between them and took a hold of Stiles through his jeans.

“Someone’s happy to be fed.” Jackson grinned and he got the sense from the indignant sound Stiles made around his nipple that he didn’t appreciate the turn of phrase.  “Sorry.” Jackson cupped the back of Stiles’ head holding him to him, not that it was needed.

“Fuck…” Jackson moaned, taking a firmer grasp on Stiles through his pants, an appreciative sound letting Jackson know he was on the right path.  “Do you want…” A nod was all he got.  “Okay.”

Jackson began to move his hand slowly at first, keeping constant pressure as he worked up the lengthy shaft.  He was working Stiles over slowly, making him make needy whimpers around the nipple that he was abusing, nibbling on it making Jackson’s breath catch in his throat as he sat there, half trapped under Stiles and fully in rapturous joy from Stiles’ mouth.  His mind going to Stiles’ mouth on other more needy parts of his anatomy, but he was suddenly glad that he’d set his body to become aroused from the milking.

“F…fuck…” Stiles was lavishing the nipple, he looked up into Jackson’s eyes and cast his eye on the other nipple and back to Jackson’s face.

“They both do…” Jackson nodded, guessing at Stiles’ unsaid question.  Stiles nodded and moves over to the neglected nipple and latched on.  His eyes rolling back as he moaned around the swollen leaking bud, Jackson’s hand stuttered on Stiles’ cock before he began to speed up again.  There was some sense of urgency to them now.  He wasn’t sure what this was, if this was a onetime thing or if this meant more, but he knew he needed to work Stiles over now.  Stiles moaned around the nipple.

Fuck… Jackson could smell how much he wanted this, how much he needed this.  And something in the both of them felt right as they worked each other over.  Stiles had to feel how hard Jackson was in his thin shorts as Stiles wriggled against him.  But Jackson was more focused on Stiles and the way his cock was swelling.  He was close.  Too close… too…fuck it.  Jackson doubled down his speed as Stiles went rigid and began to shoot his load not only in his pants but through them, soaking over Jackson’s hand and Jackson’s shorts as well.  Jackson was so close that when Stiles bit down hard on his nipple he came, the thin material might as well not even be there as Jackson came, coating both himself and Stiles in his load.

“Fuck.” Jackson moved them so he could lay back on the narrow bench and pull Stiles to lay down with him.  Stiles let go of the nipple in his mouth as he clung to Jackson, he hadn’t felt anything that powerful since before his dad died.  He hadn’t realized he hadn’t been getting off.  It was just a part of him that had shut down in the period of him slowly shutting down.  He realized his magic felt better too.  He was aware of more in the room suddenly.

What was that…? Stiles looked up at Jackson.

“I’ll explain later.”

That’s what’s in the thermos… isn’t it?

“Yeah.”

Fuck.  I should have drank that. Stiles lay there thinking, his mind moving faster now.

“Told you.” Jackson smiled.

No one likes a I told you so.

“I know.  I just… it’s hard not to.” Jackson chuckled.

I don’t have a change of clothes… Stiles sighed, Jackson looked down at the splash of cum on the side of his face.

“Strip.”

Excuse me?

“Just take your clothes off.” Jackson rolled his eyes and slowly moved out from under Stiles to slip his shorts off, gathering Stiles’ clothes and taking them to the locker room laundry and setting them to wash while he came back and took Stiles’ hand.  It didn’t go unnoticed that he was able to stand under his own power now, and Jackson walked him to the shower and started the water again.  He started soaping up Stiles’ hair.

I can wash myself.

“And you can stand there and let me take care of you too.”

You don’t need…

“Ssh.” Jackson put his finger to Stiles’ lips.  “I’ve got this.”

Ok.  Stiles relaxed into the touch and let Jackson take care of him.  Lathering up his hair and washing the cum out of it, washing his body and cleaning him as he leaned in close, the heat of Jackson’s body a solid unbroken line against his back.  Stiles blushed as he felt himself growing hard again.  Jackson didn’t say anything, didn’t tease him, didn’t berate him for being horny again, he just took Stiles’ naked cock in his hand and jerked him off to a mind blowing orgasm.  Before he finished cleaning Stiles off and dried him off.

“Can you see to putting our clothes in the drier while I finish up?” Jackson smiled, blushing slightly as Stiles turned and looked at him, drinking in his naked body with an appreciative stare.

Nice.  Stiles licked his lips before walking away.  Leaving Jackson to quickly slip back in the shower.  He speedily grabbed a hold of his cock, rubbing another orgasm out of his own abused cock and panting as he hunched his shoulders and leaned against the shower wall before he heard the clapping.  Jackson turned around quickly and looked embarrassed for a split second as Stiles stood there clapping.

“you weren’t supposed to see that.” He blushed.

Hence why I hurried with shifting the clothes over to the drier. Stiles smiled; a towel around his waist.

“thanks.” Jackson blushed, walking out and taking the towel that Stiles offered and drying off, acutely aware that he had an audience.  He finished, facing Stiles as he slowly wrapped the towel around himself.

It’s hard not to jump you right now.

“You too.”

Fuck…

“That too.” Jackson nodded.  He felt drawn to Stiles, all he wanted to do was to hold him down and mount him right now.  The need was almost entirely swallowing his mind.  He was starting to move towards Stiles when the drier buzzed.

Saved by the bell.  Stiles smiled before he ducked out quickly, much too quickly for someone who less than an hour ago couldn’t stand on his own.  But Jackson noticed the color and fullness of his body seemed to have come back a little from that one feeding.  Stiles came back a little while later and handed his shorts to him.  What?

“Have you looked at yourself in a mirror?”

Not recently…

“Go look.” Jackson motioned to the mirrors and Stiles shrugged and trudged over to the mirrors and gasped.

Fuck… all I did was suck on your nipples, how did I heal this much!?!

“I couldn’t let you waste away.” Jackson walked up behind him, kissing the side of his neck as he undid the towel and let it fall to the floor.  His own towel joining Stiles’ on the floor.  “I couldn’t take how much it hurt my heart to see you hurting like that.”

Jackson…

“I…” He stopped, they both looked to the side as they heard a growl.  They turned and noticed Scott standing in the locker room door, eyes red and growling at them.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!” Scott roared.

“Scott…” Jackson put up his arms.

“I SAID!” Scott crouched.  “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!” He pouched up, digging his claws into Jackson’s sides as he claws pierced his flesh.  Blood pouring down his sides as he pulled away, kicking Scott in the chest to break them apart and panting as he winced, reaching out and touching his wounds before he flung his claws out and coated the wounds with the venom to seal them for now.  Loosing blood in a fight was never a good way to start out.

“That.  That one you get for free.” Jackson growled.

“SHUT UP!” Scott rushed at him again and Jackson jumped over him, his tail forming as his ass was alight with the inner flames that changed his human flesh into Kanima scales.  He smacked Scott in the face as he landed gracefully over him, crouched down as his transformation began to spread.  Scott fully in his beta form as he growled at Jackson.

“What’s the matter Scotty, getting slow in your alphahood?” Jackson taunted, baring his own fangs and claws at Scott as his eyes went reptilian.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” He lunged at Jackson, ducking and dodging before he slashed Jackson’s face.  “YOU FUCKING PERVERTED PIECE OF TRASH!”

What?  Jackson frowned at him as he put his claws up.

“YOU WERE RAPING HIM!”

“NO I WASN’T!” Jackson roared back.

“How do you explain his being naked than?” Scott growled out.

“We were changing after a shower.”

“HE SHOULDN’T BE NAKED AROUND YOU!?”

“Why no?” Jackson held Scott back before the alpha bit into his forearm.  “FUCK!” He shoved Scott away, knocking him onto a bench.

“Because, he’s broken.  He can’t choose for himself!  Any sex with him like this would be rape, because he’s not all there!” Scott yelled, clearly thinking he was fully in the right here as he gestured to Stiles who was standing there with a look of confusion on his face.  “SEE!?” He gestured harder.

Oh this isn’t a ‘oh poor me I’m so out of it I let a hot guy touch me’ face, this is a ‘my best friend’s a moron and fucking clueless that I might actually LIKE said hot guy touching me’ face.  Stiles put his hands on his hips.

“WH…what?” Scott deflated.

Oh you damn well heard me.  Stiles stormed over to his clothes and started dressing.

“You’re talking again… with your mind?”

You kind of made a big deal about it when you hit me.  Stiles’ mental voice was cold.

“Stiles…” Scott stopped as Jackson’s fist connected with his face.  Jackson panted as he sat there crouched and panting.  “What the fuck!”

“You hit him.  He bled.  He spent the night crying himself to sleep before I made sure he was okay.  You fucking idiot.”

“He wouldn’t let me in the house!?!” Scott tended to his split lip.

“Would you have let someone who hit you in your house?”

“no…”

“There you go.”

“But I’m in charge of his health.”

Maybe you shouldn’t be.  Stiles frowned as the other too gaped at him.

“You don’t mean that…” Scott finally said; his human form back as he stood there.

“Maybe he does.” Jackson turned back to human, his wounds mostly healed.

I think I might.  Stiles could see the pain written on Scott’s face as he thought those words at him.  But he hadn’t felt that free in weeks as he stood there.

“Stiles…” Scott looked broken and confused at that.

No.  As soon as I’m able I’m going to talk to the council about this.  Stiles started to lift his bag and collapsed on the bench, panting.

“STILES!” Jackson ran but Scott blocked him.

“He’s still my charge.” Scott walked over and crouched down to look Stiles in the eyes.  “Let me take you home.”  Stiles nodded, looking up at Jackson with eyes that said much to him but even Jackson could see the bit of sex and magic had eaten away at the health he’d regained from the feeding.  And they both knew they couldn’t feed Stiles again with Scott there.

Chapter 7: Blood is Thinner

Summary:

Scott losses his temper and drives Stiles into a bit of a spiral. And helps Stiles make up his mind about a few things.

“I still don’t think you had any business having sex with him.” Scott glared at Jackson.

“So?”

“SO?!” Scott rounded on him.  “How fucking dense are you!?”

“I could ask the same of you.” Jackson stepped into Scott’s space.  “He’s already said that he is going to take up his custodial care up with the council, do you really want to piss either of us off so we have to bring up the fact that you hit him when you didn’t like what he said or did?”

“I…”

“I don’t care.”

“Are you read yet?” Scott shoved passed Jackson and glared at Stiles.

Yeah… Stiles nodded as his inner voice got quiet and he walked over to Jackson, who was still very much naked and snuggles into him.  I’ll text.

“Okay.” Jackson smiled, loving how much that little action pissed Scott off, it was clear on his face as Stiles shook his head.  Stiles walked a couple steps and put his bags into Scott’s arm as they walked out to the jeep.

“Are you planning on driving?” Stiles shook his head, taking the bags and putting them in the back before tossing the keys to Scott.  “Seriously.”

Tired.  Stiles shrugged.

“The fight?” Scott’s voice went low.

Too much magic and too much stress.  Stiles got in and buckled up as he curled up in the seat.

“What gave you the strength at all… I haven’t seen that in you in weeks….”

You wouldn’t understand.  Stiles sounded sleepy even in his own head.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Scott glared.  Stiles gave him a look.  “I get that you’re tired, but explain it to me.  What gave you that strength?”

Jackson. Scott growled.  What?

“How is he able to help you when I can’t?”

Dunno.  I just know he can.  And he is.

“I still think he’s trying to use you to get to me.”

Seriously?  Stiles rolled his eyes and held his head because of how much it hurt.

“I mean it. He’s always had it in for me.  Then he got the bite and he became this and there are days I wish we had killed him.” Scott grumbled.

Not everything requires murder. Stiles’ voice was bitter.

“I… I’m sorry.” Scott sighed as he listened to Stiles’ heart beat.

I don’t know that I’m ever going to forgive you.  Stiles looked out the window.  I close my eyes and it’s all I see.  Over and over again.  And endless loop.  Maybe that’s why you can’t help me.  Maybe Jackson just knows what it’s like to be an orphan and he’s helping me deal with it?

“And the sex?”

You fucked Alison and went googoo gawgaw over her that we couldn’t talk sense to you about anything.  So you’ll forgive me if I don’t give two shits about what you have to say about who I do or do not have sex with.  I think you lost that right when you made me pass sexy messages between you and your girlfriend because her parents were more than a little against the idea of little Scott going anywhere near her.  Stiles looked squarely at Scott.

“yeah…” Scott blushed.

And when sleeping with him helps me deal and not cry myself to sleep… is it so bad?

“Maybe not.” Scott conceded.  “But why’s it got to be Jackson!?” He lamented.

The heart wants what the heart wants.

“The heart?”

Or heart shaped parts of my body.  Stiles shrugged with a weak smile.

“Fine… we’ll put that on the list of things I don’t want to know.” Scott shuttered.

Then don’t ask questions.  Stiles smiled, enjoying having the upper hand as he slipped an image of Jackson bathing him in the shower into Scott’s mind.

“FUCK!” Scott swerved.  “The fuck was that for?!?” Scott glared at Stiles.

You comment on my sex life again, and you’ll know what it’s like to kiss him and want to kiss him. Stiles looked sharply at him.

“Fine.  I’ll leave it alone. “Scott grumbled.

Good.  Stiles laid his head against the window and let his body go limp.  He was so tired.  He needed to get home and get to bed.  He wasn’t entirely sure if he was falling asleep or if he’d actually sleep, but he slowly started to come around as he realized they were parked outside his house.  Whahuh?  He glanced around realizing the stuff was out of the car.

“I sat it by the side of the car so I could carry it in if you let me.”

Oh?  Okay…

“Stiles.”

Yeah?

“Are you really going to request to leave my pack?” Scott was looking at his hands on the stirring wheel.

Yes.  Stiles sighed as he sat back in the chair and looked at the ceiling.

“Why?”

Scott.  I watched you kill my dad.

“I…”

I know you said he asked you to.  I know you want me to understand and you want me to accept it and forgive you.  And I don’t know if I can.

“oh.”

Plus you grabbed me when you felt you were being disrespected and didn’t listen when I wanted you to let go, so I made you and you hit me.  That is never going to be okay.  You made me see you as a predator hunting me.  And I attacked back.

“Yeah…”

And that on top of what happened with my dad… I think we can agree that it’s not working out with you in charge.

“I guess.”

I think maybe I need to go away for a bit.

“Can we still be friends?” Scott looked up.

I think we can try.  Stiles gave a yawn.

“Let me carry things in?”

Sure.  Stiles gave a weak smile and got out of the car and walked towards the house.

***

Scott left eventually after making sure things were taken up and put away.  Stiles had seen him out and walked into his room feeling drained than he had in his entire life.  He lay there thinking about how he wished he had more time to nurse on Jackson’s nipples again before they’d come home.  He sighed to himself and as he lay there he noticed the thermos.

Oh…  Stiles blushed and opened the thermos and poured some of the liquid into a cup and sipped it.  Not bad…  He felt stronger as he drank it.  He hadn’t felt this good since he drank directly from the teat.  He licked his lips and blushed as he looked down realizing his cock was quickly filling out again.

Fuck.  He blushed.  Weeks of not taking himself in hand was starting to build up.  Even with all the times he’d gotten off today with Jackson.  His mind flashing to Jackson naked.  Yeah… definitely into that… Stiles squeezed his crotch.  He was going to have to jerk off.  He sipped more of the liquid from the thermos and felt himself throb harder.  Was it just that he hadn’t gotten off all that much, or was this liquid triggering boners?  How would that work…?  Stiles’ mind was derailed again as he thought about Jackson’s hands on his body and he whimpered as he began to undress.  His naked torso… his… Stiles frowned as he looked at his bag that he’d caught a glimpse of while undressing.

He walked over naked and pulled Jackson’s shirt out of his bag.  Fuck… Jackson had to have stuck this in his bag before he left… when did he have that kind of time?  Stiles couldn’t come up with an answer for that.  Stiles laid it out on his bed and took a photo of it before sending it to Jackson.

Jackson> You found that huh?

Stiles> Yeah.  {picture attached}  Stiles watched as the icon indicated that Jackson was looking at the picture Stiles had just taken, a downward angle on his hard cock.

Jackson> Someone’s happy.

Stiles> I drank more of the stuff in the thermos.

Jackson> Nice…  {picture attached}  Stiles clicked on it and was instant presented with a full color photo of Jackson’s hard cock pulled out of the fly of his jeans.  Fuck.

Stiles> Fuck…

Jackson> Problems?

Stiles> I want to jerk off now.

Jackson> Then do it.

Stiles> But you’ll know I’m doing it.

Jackson> So?  I’m playing with myself looking at the picture of your cock.

Stiles> Really?  That made Stiles throb with need.  The fact that Jackson was touching himself and thinking about him made him feel… needed, wanted… desired.

Jackson: Yes. {video attached}  Stiles clicked on it and what popped up was a video of what was clearly Jackson’s face.

“You do this to me.” He turned the camera around and pointed it on his hard cock and started stroking it.  “Fuck… I wish you were here… I wish I was there… I wish I could watch you… touch you… fuck… you are so fucking hot…” Jackson moaned as he stroked himself for a few minutes before the video stopped   FUCK…

Stiles> Well fuck me… I’m going to be watching that a lot.

Jackson> You liked it? ;)

Stiles> Hell yes!  Fuck do you know how fucking HOT you are?!  Stiles was watching the video again as he began to settle on the bed as he took himself in hand.

Jackson> Says the hot one.

Stiles> Right… the 98 lbs or less starving guy’s hot.  Stiles sighed.

Jackson> If you were here right now, I’d have my mouth on your tip, licking around the that swollen crown till I made you cry out in need, and thread your fingers into my hair and fuck up into my throat…

Stiles blushed furiously as he stroked his cock.

Stiles> You have no idea what you’re doing to me… He snapped a picture of his face.

Stiles> You’ve got me blushing.  {picture attached}

Jackson> FUCK  The phone rang and Stiles answered it.

“I know you probably can’t send your thoughts through here.”

Can I?  Stiles tried but Jackson didn’t say anything.  Guess not…

“I just want to hear you moan.  I know you can’t talk.  But fuck… I’m picturing you laying there naked touching yourself…” Fuck the voice that was speaking to him that went right to his cock as Stiles stroked himself.  His breathy moans and the slick sound of flesh on flesh with what little lube Stiles made himself between his hand and his cock were all the sounds that Jackson’s enhanced hearing.

“Fuck… you sound like you’re going at it.”

I am… fuck… almost there…

“You’re breathing’s hitching… your heart rate… you’re going to cum… Shoot that load… I want a picture of it afterwards.  I want to see you cum…” Stiles didn’t think about it, he turned on the face time setting and set the camera to the back side of his phone and pointed it with one hand at his cock.

“OH FUCK!” Jackson moaned as he loudly started jerking off faster.  “Fuck yeah… fuck beat that fucking meat… Fuck.” His breathing getting as labored as Stiles as he stroked his cock.  Fuck they were going to go together… he was sure of it.  Stiles arched his back as he tried to hang on for dear life as he came, sure that he was on camera, but as he saw white hot boiling pleasure, he didn’t notice when he sprayed his load on the camera itself.

“FUCK!” Jackson moaned.

Chapter 8: Daddy’s Milk

Jackson was glad he had hit record on his phone, because he was not going to be able to ever unsee Stiles cumming all over the camera that suddenly it was black from the thickness of his load blocking out the light.  Jackson set his phone to showing his cock as he stroked his cock.  Jerking off hot and heavy as he moaned Stiles’ name and came hard on camera before he quickly shut off the camera of his phone.  He sat it on the side of his nightstand and got up quickly collecting his cum before coming back, hearing Stiles pant.

“Sorry, needed to clean up.” Jackson smiled as text appeared on the screen.

Stiles> Sokay… going to nap.  You wore me out. ;)

“Good.  Rest.  I’ll text later.”

Stiles> Night night.

“Good night.” The connection shut off and Jackson smiled as he walked over to where he was putting his collected samples when he heard an alert from the desk drawer.   Walking over he pulled the tablet out and it had an alert on it.

Kanima alteration program complete.  All Kanimas in Whitmore pack will now produce the milk sustaining trait.

“Wait… WHAT?!”

By altering your biology as the pack alpha, you have altered all following pack members who share your bite.  Thus all Whitmore pack Kanimas are altered.

“Crap.” Jackson frowned as he closed the tablet.  He walked out into the hall and spotted Ethan walking around in a pair of short shorts that showed off his glorious ass as he stood there on his phone.  “Get everyone downstairs now.  I need to talk to the whole pack.”

“Ok…” Ethan frowned.

“There’s been a complication.”

“Okay.” Ethan shrugged and headed knocking on doors.  “Jax says get your ass downstairs.” Ethan kept going.

***

“Okay so… complications.” Jackson sighed as he looked out at his pack.  “I told you about how I intended to fix Stiles.”

“Yeah…” Isaac nodded, looking between the pack and his alpha.

“I didn’t explain everything.” Jackson sighed.

“What happened?” Tracy frowned.

“I used a magical tablet to alter my biology to allow my body to produce a fluid that would heal his body and sustain him while he can’t eat.”

“You can’t be serious…” Corey dead panned.

“What went wrong?” Isaac prompted, giving the others a look that made them look down and quiet down.

“When I altered my biology, I altered my bite, affecting every Kanima who comes from me.” The room went quit.

“How?” Ethan asked quietly.

“All male Kanima of my line will now produce milk from their nipples and from their cocks, that is life sustaining to other beings.”

“Sweet.  You won’t have to worry about dieting when you blow me.” Lucas chuckled at Corey who blushed.

“I am planning on going and buying pumps…”

“Why?” Corey frowned.

“I need help keeping a supply up for Stiles.  I can’t be the only one doing it.  And since there’s so many of us now…”

“Are you going to expect me to pump my breasts too?” Tracy crossed her arms.

“I don’t know.  I know in women when they lactate their breasts tend to get bigger and more tender… but I don’t know if that’ll effect you.”

“Can’t you consult the magic you used to do this?” Tracy frowned.

“I… yeah actually hang on.” Jackson left and came back with the tablet, scrolling through some settings he brought up Tracy’s profile.  “What do you want to know?”

“Will I lactate?”

“It says yes, but I can opt out for any of you who don’t want the trait.” Jackson looked out at the group.

“How important is Stiles to you?” Zach asked from where he was sitting in the back.

“I love him.” Jackson looked down.

Point of fact: Mieczyslaw “Mischief” Stiles Stilinski is Jackson Whitmore’s mate.  The tablet chimed out.

“Wait… Seriously?!?!” Isaac’s jaw fell open.

“yeah….” Jackson blushed.

“Show of hands, who’s keeping their milk to help the alpha’s mate?” Isaac raised his hand.  Everyone raised their hands.  “Decision made.”

“Thanks everyone… I’m going to go get some milking pumps for everyone…”

“Should we go with?” Lucas smirked.

“Why…?” Jackson frowned.

“Because, you’re going to need to know our sizes…” Lucas grinned.

“Breast pumps only really come in one size.” Tracy shook her head.

“You only have to worry about breast pumps.” Corey blushed.  “He’s talking about our… other source of milk.”

“Right… I… I hadn’t thought about that.” Jackson frowned.  “I suppose I will need you guys to come with me to the adult emporium.”

“Sweet!” Lucas grinned.

“Says you.” Corey buried his face in Lucas’ shoulder.

“It’s okay babe, I’ll make it fun for you.” He nipped at Corey’s neck.  “Hey, it’s safe for us to drink the milk isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I tasted mine.  About all it does for us is acts like a meal replacement and makes you a little horny.”

“Seriously?!  Sweet!” Lucas pulled his shirt off over his head and began kneeding his left peck till his nipple was hard and he put Corey’s lips to it.  “OH FUCK…” Lucas moaned.  “You… you didn’t…”

“Yeah your nerve endings in your nipples are roughly as sensitive as a woman’s clit.  You’re going to enjoy them being touched and milked.”

“FUCK!” Lucas moaned.

“I’ll tag along too.” Tracy sighed.  “I’m going to need a new vibrator if milking my tits makes me horny on top of everything else.” She shrugged.  “How soon we going?”

“Uh here in just a minute.” Jackson blinked at her as she left to go get dressed for going out.  Most of them were casually wearing just a thin layer of clothing in the house.  Being a house of mostly lizard like creatures they preferred the heat high.  It was a bit much for Ethan, who was already over heated due to his wolven nature, so he usually wore a thin pair of short shorts in the house, if he wore clothing at all.  “Everyone go get ready… we need to get this done.”

“that works fast.” Corey blushed, his cock tenting his shorts as he stood up.

“Yep.” Jackson smiled as the group broke up and headed to their rooms to get ready.

“So you’ve got a mate.” Isaac smirked.

“Who belongs to another pack.” Jackson sighed.

“That why you fought so hard about it?”

“I guess.”

“You didn’t know?” Isaac frowned.

“I didn’t till the tablet told me.  I knew I couldn’t watch him be hurting so I had to do something…”

“And giving your entire pack the ability to make anyone they feed their milk to intensely horny and that they get off on being milked....” Ethan smirked as he reached over and tweaked Isaac’s nipple making him moan.  “Oh this is going to make later good.”

“Hush you.” Isaac swatted at his mate’s hands before turning back to Jackson.  “You okay?”

“Truthfully… I don’t know…”

***

“Okay… seven breast pumps… six penis pumps… six milking sleeves, and one massive twelve speed vibrator.  Anything else?” The clerk at the adult emporium looked at Jackson.

“I suppose seven sets of nipple clamps.” Jackson nodded.

“fuck.” Josh blushed.

“I know you like it rougher than most.  And I’m pretty sure that the bite will get to all of us.” Jackson hugged him.

“Okay.  You’re total is eighty three oh nine.”

“Thanks.” Jackson swiped his card and dialed in the information when asked.  Pretty soon they were walking out with their purchases only to find Scott McCall standing outside the store by the group van.

“What’s he want?” Lucas glared.

“Simmer down.” Jackson went over to Scott.  “Evening.  In to buy yourself something to spice up your love life?”

“What?” Scott frowned and glanced at the store.  “No!” He blushed.  “I was looking for you.”

“Welp you found me.”

“Buying … things for your pack!?”

“You don’t comment on my pack I don’t comment on yours.” Jackson reminded him.

“But you keep commenting on my pack.  On me.  On my leadership.”

“No.  I just said you’re not handling Stiles right.”

“He’s my responsibility!”

“And you suck at it.” Jackson shrugged.

“You need to back off of him.”

“Listen, I recently discovered he’s my mate.  I have a duty to him that…”

“YOUR MATE!” Scott scoffed.  “That’s.. THE FUCK!” He recoiled as he was smacked in the face with a thick rubbery neon green dildo.

“Back the fuck off.” Tracy was suddenly there.  “Or I’ll lube this up with venom and shove it up your tight ass and make you my bitch.” She growled.

“THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Scott backed up.

“And quality time is over, in the van.” Jackson kept his features under control as his pack walked quietly and calmly into the van.

“Are you just... she hit me… she…”

“You weren’t here.  This didn’t happen, and if it gets reported to the council, then I’ll have to make sure Stiles reports about you hitting him.  And then I’ll let Tracy play stuff the alpha with your pretty ass.  You understand me?”

“yes.” Scott swallowed hard as Jackson got into the van.

“Are we in trouble?” Corey asked quietly from his seat.

“No.  Tracy, we’re stopping by the store.  You’re going to need batteries.  I’m going to buy you a couple cases.”

“R-really but I just…”

“Made my night.  Yeah.” Jackson smiled as he started up the van and drove off.  “Fuck… his face.” He laughed as they drove off leaving Scott standing there, a clear imprint of a dick on the side of his face as he watched them leave.

“shit…” Tracy giggled.

“Serves him right.” Isaac shook his head.

***

“I know that look.”

“What look?” Jackson asked as he paced his room, Isaac sitting in there with his pumps going on a low hum.

“The look like you want to punch Scott’s face in.”

“I’m fine.”

“No.  You’re plotting.”

“I need to ensure the council gives Stiles to me.”

“Just wait it out.  I’m sure they’ll do that.”

“Scott is going to fuck it up.”

“So?”

“So!?” Jackson wheeled on Isaac.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

“I…” Jackson paused.

“Oh that look isn’t good.”

“No… it’s perfect.” Jackson walked over to the tablet and started scrolling through settings.

“This isn’t going to end well.”

“It’ll end perfectly.” He started designing a program.

“I’m not sure this is a great idea…” Isaac walked over, moaning at the tug of the milking sleeve in his shorts.

“It’ll be fine.”

“Jackson, does that say what I think it says?” Isaac read over Jackson’s shoulder.

“Yep.”

“Shit… that’s a little cruel don’t you think?”

“No.  I think it’s exactly what he deserves.  He wants to fuck with my mate, I’ll fuck with him.” He typed away.

“I’ll leave you to it.  I think Ethan wants to find out what a little of my milk does to him.” Isaac headed out.

“And done.” Jackson smirked as he hit the roller icon to apply changes.  “Now…” He went over to a crystal in the middle of his desk and touched it, causing it to light up.  “Alpha Whitmore would like to request an expedited council hearing.”

“You’re request has been sent.  Please have a lovely day.”

“I will.  Oh I will.” Jackson smirked.

Chapter 9: Blood Boiling

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Who the fuck is knocking at my door this early in the god damn morning?  Stiles grumbled as he padded barefoot in his boxers and a loose t shirt to the door he opened and looked at Jackson.

“Hi… too early?”

Yes. Stiles mentally sent to him before opening the door and leaning on the door frame.  What do you want?  He squinted at him.

“I brought you more thermoses.” Stiles blinked and realized that Jackson had several bags full of containers.

Okay… first… fuck.  Second… how the fuck… third where the fuck are you getting this shit?  Stiles moved and showed Jackson to the kitchen.  Jackson opened the fridge and made a face at the sour smell that escaped it before he got it closed again.

“Well you already know I can make some of it from my nipples.” Jackson blushed as he sat the bags down and hunted for trash bags and cleaning supplies.

Yeah. Stiles remembered sucking the milk straight out of Jackson’s nipples.

“Well I also produce it every time I cum.” Jackson didn’t look at him.

Like you lactate when you cum?  Stiles frowned.

“No.” Jackson bit his lip.

But… oh.  OH! Stiles blushed then.

“Yeah.”

Wow…so I’ve been drinking a mix of your milk and your ‘milk’?

“Pretty much.” Jackson set about cleaning out the fridge.  The foul half rotted food all going into a large trash bag he’d pulled out of the drawer.

Pretty much… what else is in this?

“Well I’m not the only Kanima in my pack.”

What does that… Stiles’ face went blank.  All of them?!?  His face flushed as he looked down.

“Well yes and no.  The bottle you had before was just me.  I have starter bottles for each of them.” Jackson pointed to the small stickers.  “That way we can find out who you like the taste of and who you don’t and we can make sure you have a steady supply.”

Thanks.  But… all of them?!?  Stiles was still hung up on the idea that he’d be drinking from all of them.

“Well, Me, Isaac, Tracy, Corey, Josh, Lucas, and Zach, yeah.  Ethan’s not a Kanima.  He’s just my third in command.  Mostly because he’s sleeping with Isaac and he’s brilliant.” Jackson smiled softly.  “Just don’t tell him that I said that.  It’d go straight to his ego.”

Yeah… bad place for it to go. Stiles nodded as he sat on a counter and picked up a bottle that had a small cartoon figure on it, that he quickly realized was a chibi version of Jackson’s face.  Did you guys print custom stickers?  Stiles blinked.

“Yeah… Turns out Zach likes to draw chibi characters of everyone, and we put him in charge of the stickers, so…”

That why your stickers have smiles, Isaac’s have blushes, and Tracy’s has a death glare?  Stiles looked at the stickers he could see from where he was sitting.

“Yeah… he’s really good at it.”

Yeah.  I agree.  Stiles nodded, approving Zach’s work.  It made him absently want to see what else Zach had drawn.  He was starting to picture it when he paused.  That was the first time he’d looked forward to seeing something, to doing something.

“What?” Jackson looked up, he’d felt Stiles go still and he realized he was sitting there in shock.

I want to see Zach’s drawings.  Stiles’ inner voice coming out at a flat monotone like voice echoing slightly of shell shock as he spoke from his mind to Jackson.

“Yeah…?” Jackson frowned.  “Cool, I can ask him to bring stuff by or you can stop by the house.”  He was struggling to remain casual with this, the tone Stiles was using had him worried that they’d crossed some sort of line and landed firmly on a mental landmine that he’d not known to look out for.  There was a reason he’d taken the time to read a couple books about dealing with the loss of a loved one.  And he might have joined an online forum to find out methods of dealing with the trauma and maybe what to look out for when it came to Stiles and warning signs.  Not that he’d ever tell anyone that he’d done any of that.  But the concern and the care and time he’d put in was telling in the way he approached everything to do with Stiles.

No you don’t understand.  I haven’t wanted to do anything.  At all… Not since… you know.

“yeah…”

And now I am looking forward to seeing his art and maybe asking him to do one of me… and it’s… it’s just weird to think like that again.  Stiles shrugged.

“Is that a good thing?”

Yeah.  Yeah I think it is.  Stiles smiled at Jackson as he sat there and sipped on his drink as he watched Jackson clean his fridge.

“You’re staring.” Jackson asked from where he was deep in the fridge.

You didn’t have to do that… you know that right?  Stiles mentally shrugged.

“Your fridge is horrible, and you needed a place to store these.”

I stored the other one in my room…

“For a couple days, sure that’s fine. But you planning on drinking all these bottles in a few days?”

When you say it like that….  Stiles wasn’t sure he could drink that much of this stuff in such a short amount of time.

“I didn’t think so.” Jackson’s voice had a smile to it as he finished up cleaning the fridge.  Three trash bags, a bag of dirty laundry, and a couple cleaning products later, Stiles’ fridge was perfectly clean and back to normal as he loaded it full of thermoses.  “So, anything else need cleaning around here?” Jackson smirked.

Probably… I’ve uh… not exactly been taking the best care of it… Stiles blushed.

“It’s okay.”

Is it though?  Stiles mentally sighed as he looked around the mess of the room.  Dad would have a cow if he saw this.

“Maybe do something about it?” Jackson had a look in his eyes.

Like?

“You have magic back right?” Jackson gestured to the room.

Oh.  Right.  Stiles blinked, why hadn’t he thought of that.  He had one fleeting moment to wonder about animating things to clean themselves when he had a thought back to The Sword in the Stone and Fantasia.  Yeah, no… He shook his head to clear the thought from it and glanced at Jackson.

“Something wrong?”

No.  Just reminding myself that I’m not Mickey.  Stiles sent an image to Jackson who snorted.  It’s not funny.

“Sort of is.” Jackson smirked.

Jackass.

“Yep.” Jackson nodded with a big grin on his face.  “So care to show me how it should be done?”

Maybe.  Stiles let himself go still inside and out.  Going to the quiet place that Lydia and Deaton had both talked about in their own way.  He wasn’t sure what he was but he knew he wasn’t like either of them.  And in that still quiet place he felt something, a spark of something more.  He needed this place to be clean.  So why go through all the trouble of doing the work when on a quantum level, the kitchen had been clean, so it could be clean again.  His mind latched onto that and he pulled it’s clean state on through to the present and when he opened his eyes he was standing in a sparkling clean kitchen.

“Okay, that was impressive.” Jackson whistled.

Yeah.  Yeah it was.  Stiles smiled before starting to fall, only to be caught by Jackson before he could.  I might have over done it.

“You think?” Jackson rolled his eyes and picked up the thermos and carried Stiles up to his room.  Figuring he could do with a lay down as well as tending to the thermos to regain his strength.  Jackson laid him down and Stiles was aware something crossed his face because Jackson was frowning.  “What?”

I don’t think I want to drink from the Thermos…  Stiles bit his lip.

“Do we have to have this fight again?”

No.  I… I think…

“You think what?”

I want to try drinking it from the source.  Stiles couldn’t believe he’d said that.  His face flush as he lay there looking up into Jackson’s blank face as he tried to process around the fact of what Stiles had just said.

“O-okay…” Jackson pulled his shirt off and started to angle his teat down.

N-not there… Stiles looked down and made Jackson see the picture in his mind of his hard cock.

“Oh.” Jackson blushed.  “Are… are you sure… I’d never presume…”

Pants off.  Now.  Stiles flexed his powers and gave Jackson a playful shove.

“Pushy pushy.” Jackson smiled as he stood up and gave Stiles one last long look before he opened his jeans and slipped out of his jeans and boxers, sitting on the bed naked save his socks.

You have not yet begun to see how pushy I can be.  Stiles smirked as he crawled between Jackson’s leg and settled down.  And these…  He thought as he drew Jackson’s ample balls into his mouth and began to suckle on them.

“Fuck….” Jackson whimpered.

These…. Aren’t leaving here remotely full.  Stiles smirked as he hummed around the twin oblong orbs imprisoned in his mouth.

“P-pro-promises promises.” Jackson moaned out.  “FUCK!” Stiles smirked around the balls he was sucking on.  He might not have been the most experienced, effectively being a virgin in this territory, but he’d read a lot of books and seen a lot of porn and talked to his friends at The Jungle.  He knew what he was doing.  And it helped that he could read Jackson’s wants and desires like an open book.

‘fuck I’d love it if he played with my ass…’ Stiles grinned, willing his fingers to be slick with magical lube as they found their target.

“SHIT!” Jackson hissed.

Best part of not using my mouth to talk, I can think all sorts of nasty things at you.  Stiles smirked.  His mind supplying all manner of filthy images as they streamed into Jackson’s mind.  Stiles pulled back and stopped touching Jackson for a bit, watching him writhe and moan.  Apparently I can do that… didn’t know I could… He smirked as he dialed it back so Jackson was in the real world again.

“Fuck… wha…”

Just an orgy where everyone in the world was me and you… Stiles smiled as he took a hold of Jackson’s cock and began to slowly tease it.  Just glad you didn’t cum yet… I want my treat.

“Take it.” Jackson opened himself to Stiles, leaving his hard cock there for the taking.  Stiles smirked and delved down capturing the flared head in his mouth.

Oh I will.  Stiles swirled his tongue around the tip in his mouth before delving deeper and swallowing around Jackson as he filled his mouth.  Fuck… Stiles shivered.

“Same here…” Jackson ran his fingers through Stiles’ hair.

I… Stiles’ tongue touched Jackson’s weeping tip and the magic ripped through him, echoing out and taking what it needed, funneling Jackson’s orgasm into Stiles and Stiles into Jackson so that Jackson had little choice but to unload into Stiles’ willing throat.  While they were barely attached to their own thoughts, Stiles vaguely heard his bedroom door slam open.  For a split second he felt afraid they’d waken his dad… and Stiles’ mind froze.

He’d forgotten.

How had he forgotten?

There was a dick in his throat and he was doing magic while drinking Jackson down and he’d forgotten about his dad’s death.  He’d let himself be happy for a moment.  And he wanted that so badly.  He looked over at who had come in and frowned as his mind slowly registered that Scott was standing there yelling.

Why was he always yelling?

What was he even yelling?  Stiles frowned.  He could tell that Scott was yelling but he didn’t have any understanding of what he was saying.  He heard Jackson growl something at Scott and all Stiles could hear was the magic rushing in his ears.  He’d super charged.  Fuck had he juiced up on magic.  He needed to put that magic some where… What was Scott saying?

“HE’S STILL MY CHARGE!” He yelled.

Oh, that. Stiles rolled his eyes tuning Scott out again as he bobbed his head up and down on Jackson.  If he wanted to watch, let him.  He didn’t give a shit.  Stiles was realizing that if Scott wanted to be an ass about this, he was going to step back and just let him.  He mentally grinned to Jackson who he felt frowned.

‘can you hear me?’ Jackson mentally asked.

Yep.  Stiles grinned.

‘what are you planning?’ Jackson mentally raised an eyebrow.

Nothing you won’t like.  Stiles promised and before Jackson could even form a thought, three slick fingers found his hole and shoved into his prostate sparked with magic as Stiles took Jackson to his root deep throating him as he arched his back and howled with pleasure.  He had no sense of time; the world seemed to narrow down to just his cock and Stiles’ mouth and Stiles felt the uptick in the magic.  He had a purpose for doing this.  One part was to embarrass Scott; the other was to fuel up in case he needed the juice.  Though he was starting to feel like he was radiating it, almost glowing with it, and Stiles wasn’t entirely sure what he’d do with all that magic.  He pulled back, swallowing the last of Jackson’s load as he broke the spell.

Can I help you?  Stiles turned to Scott, his chin slick with saliva and cum.

“HOW CAN YOU STAND TO TOUCH HIM!?” Scott shouted.

Easy.  I’m horny, he’s hot, and he lets me.  Stiles shrugged.

“Is that how you’ve been getting better?” Scott sounded disgusted.  “Is that what’s in this shit?” He smacked the thermos and spilled it.  As it landed on the ground and spilled on the floor, Stiles watched it as did Scott and Jackson.  Stiles could feel the rage building up in Jackson at the waste and the shock and fear building in Scott as he raised his gaze to look at Stiles in horror, he’d not meant to do that.  It was etched all over his face.  And Stiles knew it.  Just like he knew that Jackson was about to rush Scott.  Time seemed to slow down and Stiles cast something that held the very naked and angry Jackson on the bed with a flex of magic as he walked forwards and took a hole of Scott’s neck and power walked him, practically frog marching him through the house and standing him on the steps.

“I didn’t…”

I know.  Stiles stepped out and put his hands on either shoulder of Scott before he flared his magic and the air around the house seemed to grow thick with magic, as he kept pouring the bulk of the magic into this, he finally stepped back and stepped away from Scott.

“Wha…”

You are here by banished from this home.  You may never enter this dwelling again.  Stiles stood there.

“Stiles…”

I will always love you like a brother Scott.  But you killed my dad, you’re trying to cock block me, you’re making things worse, and you’ve hit me.  I’m done.  I’ll see you at any official things I need to be at till I can get the council to either give me autonomy or assigns me to a different pack.  Good bye.  Stiles turned and shut the door.  No longer in the mood to deal with Scott’s bull shit.

“I managed to save half of it.” Jackson said as he was sitting on the floor cleaning the floor.

I warded the house, Scott can’t enter it.

“You okay?” Jackson looked up.

He’s one of the last links to who I was and what I had… and now I took him away from myself… and I… I don’t know who I am without him.  Stiles collapsed to the ground, crying gently as Jackson’s arms wrapped around him and he let himself feel the worst of this new loss.

Notes:

next chapter, milking seat.

Chapter 10: Milking Seat

Summary:

Jackson's plans are moving forward.

“CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT JACK ASS HAD THE GALL TO SHOW UP THERE!” Jackson fumed as he stormed back and forth in his room.

“Nope.” Isaac simply shook his head as he read whatever it was he was reading.

“He acts like he god damn owns the place.” Jackson kept ranting.

“Probably because, legally, he does.” Isaac shrugged.

“What?”

“Part of the custodial custody agreement, Scott assumes all responsibility for Stiles and his interests, including the grounds, the house, all of it.”

“So anything happens to the house…”

“Scott’s on the hook for it.”

“Fuck.” Jackson stood there with his face showing the shock at this revelation.

“I bet Stiles hasn’t even thought about the bills, how the lights are still on, how the water still works, and why no one’s tried to sell the house or tell him to move out, has he?” Isaac glanced up from his book.

“I…”

“You hadn’t thought about that either, had you?” Isaac snorted, before going back to his book.

“No.” Jackson admitted.

“I figured as much.” Isaac turned the page.  “The point is.  Scott’s paying his bills from a trust.  A trust that the council decides who’s in charge of.” Isaac looked up from his page.  “Are you ready to tell them?”

“Tell them what?”

“That he’s you’re mate.”

“I haven’t even told him that.”

“Oh I know that.” Isaac went back to his book.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Jackson felt himself becoming defensive.

“That I’ve got a brain and working eyes…” Isaac turned the page.

“Isaac…?”

“You want me to explain it to you or do you want to stew about it till you finally act out and say the wrong thing and get flustered and stew about it some more and then you figure it out when you do something stupid?” Isaac paused, his finger ready to turn the page.

“Just tell me?” Jackson flopped down on his bed.

“You’re in love with Stiles.  Stiles doesn’t know this.  You’re worried that whatever magic he is will fuck with things on his end of the bond.  And you’re worried Stiles will be Stiles and fight it.  And you’re worried that he might not choose you.  But you’re being stupid and while I find that charming, and I’m sure Stiles does to… get over it.”

“Get over it?” Jackson frowned.

“Yep.  Tell him, tell the council.  I mean it’s the ultimate trump card.  ‘Hi, I want to protect Stiles please, oh why?  Because he’s my mate and pack law forbids our separation, ever.’  Sort of tops best friends.” Isaac turned the page of his book.

“Pack law doesn’t really state that does it?”

“You ever wonder why I told you I’d leave if you didn’t let Ethan in?”

“You’re sleeping with him and dating him…”

“And he’s my mate.” Isaac shrugged as he marked his place, convinced he wasn’t going to get to finish this right now.

“What?” Jackson couldn’t keep the surprise off his face.

“Yep.  Been all shacked up with my mate for a year now.” Isaac grinned.  “We actually had a bet on when you’d notice.  And then you finally figured out you had the hots for Stiles and that he’s your mate and then you went and started messing with magical tablets from mysterious quests and partnerships with the Hedges and the Hales… and I went, well that automatically adds another six months to six years to the bet.” Isaac smirked.

“Jerk.” Jackson teased.

“You’re the one who didn’t notice my boyfriend got a mated tat.” Isaac moved his watch to show the woven tattoo on his wrist.

“When… how…?”

“A week before he moved in.  And apparently being a Kanima comes with the ability to tattoo yourself.”

“I’m… sorry?”

“Let me show you.” Isaac held up his hand and turned the palm blue.  “You want it to last you have to do it a lot for a long time and hold it.  Your cells remember it and they keep it.” He turned his hand back to normal for his skin tone.  “The point is, I gave me mine.  I had to get a blow torch to do his… which was… fun…” Isaac grinned.  “But yeah.  We kind of went nontraditional traditional.  We had a small thing, just him and I.  And we did the markings.  And we didn’t tell anyone.  Most people who see it assume either his mate was a wolf who died and he’s slumming with me, or that he’s just unlucky enough to have been bound to me and that I choose the symbol to fake a deeper bond.” Isaac shrugged.  “None of ours know what it means.  They’re too young and we don’t exactly have an emissary beating down our door.”

“yeah…” Jackson sighed lying back on his bed.

“You’re in an odd mood.”

“What else haven’t I seen?”

“You got a couple days?”

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” Jackson made a face as he deadpanned his laugh.

“Only kidding.” Isaac got up and walked over to the bed and lay across it so he was the opposite direction from Jackson.  “You’re a good alpha.”

“Tell me.”

“Tracy’s been going through some anger issues.  Zach’s freaking out over his skill.  Josh might have an addiction to his skill.  And Corey likes to use his a little too much.” Isaac threw his book and it was caught mid air, revealing a shimmer of light before Corey blushed standing there.

“How long have you been there?” Jackson frowned.

“Oh he came in when you asked me to.” Isaac shrugged.

“You guys don’t always tell us everything.”

“And.” Isaac looked upside down at Corey.

“And maybe I wanted to make some changes…” Corey blushed.

“Tablet’s locked to me.” Jackson frowned at Corey.

“Oh.” Corey blushed harder.  “I… I thought… ne-never mind.” He started to go.

“What’d you want to change?”

“My body…?” Corey bit his bottom lip as Jackson glanced at Isaac who shrugged.

“What about it?”

“Everything?” Corey’s shoulders slumped down.

“Start from the beginning.”

“I’m not like you guys.” Corey lamented as Jackson gestured to the bedside chair which Corey slowly sat down in.

“How so?”

“I’m not ripped, jacked, cut… I’m… I’m average…if that.” Corey took his head in his hands and tugged on his hair.

“Corey…” Jackson walked over and put his hand on Corey’s shoulder.

“I just want to look better.”

“Dude you look amazing.”

“No, I don’t.” Corey sighed heavily as he sat there, practically crawling out of his own skin as he shook.

“Corey.  Look at me.” Corey looked up slowly, his eyes indicating how close to tears he was.

“what?” His voice broke.

“You look amazing.  You’re strong, young, healthy, and you look good.” Jackson crouched down.

“You’d say that, but you’d never date someone like me…”

“Have you seen Stiles shirtless?”

“no?”

“He’s built like you.  Healthy, fit, and good.”

“Really?” Corey looked hopeful.

“Really.”

“So I’m not…”

“Not what?” Isaac interjected.

“I’m not ugly and fat?” Corey bit his lip again.

“I’ve never thought of you as remotely fat.” Jackson assured him.  “And you’re not ugly.  But.” Corey stilled his movements.  “I know those feelings don’t go away just because of me reassuring you or Lucas reassuring you.  You need to see it yourself.  And I’m not sure how to help with that.  Other than to suggest you talk to Ms. Morel or I can petition the Council to get an emissary sent to us.”

“Y-you’d do that?”

“Yeah.  You need help and someone who knows how to help.  So I’m not going to stop till I find someone who’s a good fit.”

“Thank you.” Corey leaned forwards and hugged him close before leaving quietly.

“You handled that pretty good.”

“Shut up.” Jackson smiled playfully.

“Just saying.  You’re pretty good, you’ve just been kind of absent on other things because Scott is getting under your skin about the Stiles thing.”

“God damn it.” Jackson sighed as he sat down.

“There’s really no two ways about it.  Either you let it go and wait, or you do something about it.”

“Something like what?”

“I’m just your second in command, it’s not like I have a magical tablet that can change people and alter reality.” Isaac gave him a pointed look.

“You have a point.” Jackson looked at the tablet.

“You might as well do something.” Isaac watched him.

“Do you think its right?”

“Is half of what Scott’s done right?”

“Fuck it.” Jackson picked up the tablet and powered it up.  Quickly typing in Scott’s name and deciding to which changes to make.  He smirked to himself as he began to type away.

***

“You’re crystal is glowing.” Ethan stuck his head in later to the downstairs room where Jackson was sitting in a chair, a milking sleeve on his cock and breast pumps on his nipples.

“Shit… can you bring it here?”

“Okay….” Ethan shook his head and a little while later he came back to Jackson and handed him the crystal.

“Alpha Whitmore.  Speak please.”

“Alpha Whitmore, your request for an emergency council meeting has been accepted.  Please clear your schedule in two days for the purpose of having the meeting at Crowley manor.”

“I will do so, thank you.” The crystal that had been lit with an inner fire the whole time he’d been speaking was now back to its normal state.  “I suppose that you might as well leave that with me.  I’ll take it back up when I’m done.” Jackson leaned back and moaned.

“Enjoying the milking stations we put in?” Ethan smiled.

“Yeah.” Jackson smiled.  “The others in here a lot?”

“You seen the second collection tank?”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Yeah… a little pumping themselves up in their room and then tasting their own product has them so horned up they’ll walk down here naked and fuck the sleeves till they dump a couple loads in there.  I love watching Isaac get so worked up.”

“I could buy you some milking toys…”

“Naw.  I’m good.  If I’m going to be milked I’d prefer it be by Isaac.” Ethan smiled.

“Fair enough.” Jackson moaned out as his back arched, his orgasm spraying the milking sleeve as he struggled to stay conscious.  This was his third or fourth orgasm since sitting in the chair.

“Someone’s working off some steam.”

“Isaac tell you about Scott interrupting me and Stiles…”

“Yeah.”

“I’m still pissed at Scott.”

“So why not call Stiles and bang him?” Jackson looked up at him.  “What?”

“He’s not aware we’re mates yet.  And, the milking…  I’ve not even told him about the tablet yet.”

“Oh.” Ethan sat down, ignoring the sleeve sitting there and looked at Jackson.  “What are you afraid of more?”

“The mates’ talk.  Him knowing I changed my body to help him… I’m pretty sure that he’d be okay with that.”

“So tell him.”

“You sound like Isaac.” Jackson took the pumps off and the sleeve off as he sat there.

“That a bad thing?”

“No.  Just… Not sure when to do it… you know?”

“I’m going to go ahead and say after the council meeting.”

“That’d… yeah.” Jackson sighed.

“You can do this.” Ethan squeezed Jackson’s shoulder.

“Thanks.”

“Well if you don’t need me. I have a very horny wolf jerking off in my bed room so we can do Kanima cum and fuck like bunnies.” Ethan smirked.

“Gods…why do I picture this being a thing….”

“Because it is.” Ethan grinned leaving the room.

“God, what have I done?” Jackson chuckled as he shook his head.  Picking up his crystal he got up and headed to his room.  Glad that at least someone around here had a healthy sex life.

***

Jackson wasn’t sure what he expected as he came up the steps of Crowley manor today for the council meeting, but he was not expecting Alton, Derek, Lydia, and Coach Finstock standing there talking outside the manor house.  Jackson quietly walked up and Alton was the first to greet him.

“A pleasure to see you again Alpha Whitmore.” Alton smiled.

“And a pleasure as always to see you Alton.”

“I trust we won’t be seeing any disruptions this time?” Alton sounded slightly worried.

“I’ve taken measures to ensure that I’m calm and collected for today’s meeting.” Jackson nodded, he’d spent a fair few hours in meditation and contemplation this morning to help keep him in check.

“Good.  I know that Ainsley is curious to hear why you’ve called this meeting.”

“You don’t know yet?” Derek frowned.

“We are the care takers here.  But we are not in charge.  The house does not inform us of the reasons behind its decisions.  Only that it has made them.”

“Interesting.” Jackson nodded.

“It’s why family meals were always a nightmare.” Finstock shook his head.

“Will your friend be joining us Bobby?” Alton turned and looked at Finstock.

“Greenburg is coming too.  I trust dad got what I needed?” Finstock gave an unfriendly look at the house.

“Yes.  Arlen has indeed gathered the stones you requested, we were unsure as to why though.  You know no supernatural show of force is permitted within the sanctum of the Council Chamber.”

“I’m aware.” Finstock nodded.  “I won’t be using any magic in there, nor will Greenburg.”

“Wait… Greenburg’s real?” Jackson frowned.

“He’s a spirit I use to spy on you boys so I know what’s going on in my own gym.”

“And suddenly a lot of things make sense.” Jackson nodded.

“He’s here to be a witness for your case.” Finstock smiled.

“I… for my case?”

“You called this about Stiles, and probably about the fights you’ve been having with McCall.”

“How did… Greenburg.” Jackson paused.

“Greenburg.” Finstock nodded.

“So who called you?” Jackson frowned.

“He did.” Finstock nodded to where Stiles was walking up in formal looking clothes.  They all dressed up to come to Crowley manor, usually in nice jeans and clean shirts, but Stiles was wearing what looked almost like the suit he’d worn to one of the dances.  Jackson’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at Stiles as he came up the walk way towards them.

What?  Stiles looked down.  Do I look stupid?

“No... No…” Jackson had to clear his throat to sound like himself.

“Smooth.” Derek teased.

“Shut up.” Jackson glared at him.

Okay… I’ve missed something.  What is it?  Stiles looked between the five of them noticing Greenburg smirking.  Hey Greenburg.

Hey yourself.  Greenburg smiled.

“Keep it in your pants.  He’s spoken for.” Finstock glared at Greenburg.  “And so are you.”

Easy Bobby.  I was just saying high.  It’s not like I can do anything with him anyways.  Maybe a little of what we can do… but like you said his heart’s spoken for.  Greenburg shrugged.

Uh… right here… and what do you mean spoken for?

“Can we drop this subject… PLEASE?” Jackson whined.

“He…” Finstock’s mouth fell open.

“Oh yeah.  I don’t think either of them knew till recently.” Lydia smirked.

“Damn.” Finstock shook his head.

Didn’t know what?  Stiles frowned.

“Its nothing…” Jackson said quickly.  Stiles frowned at him, and Jackson was pretty sure he was trying to read his mind, so he quickly filled it with pornographic go to images of Stiles which quickly made Stiles blush.

“Don’t go poking into people’s heads if you’re not prepared to be embarrassed.” Finstock smirked.  “It’s why I don’t read minds with in fifty feet of a teenager.” He nodded to everyone and went inside.

“So you called them why?” Jackson asked as he turned back to Stiles.

And we’re ignoring my question why?

“Because I don’t want to tell you right now…?”

Tell. Me. NOW.  Stiles crossed his arms as he looked at Jackson, he was not in any fit shape to deal with more secrets.

“We’ll give you some space.” Lydia patted his shoulder and took Derek and Alton in the house.

Talk.

“Kanima’s don’t make that milk on their own.”

Okay….

“In fact they’ve never made it before I made them make it.”

You made them… did you use a spell or something?

“sort of…” Jackson felt his face heat up as he skirted the truth.

Jackson why would you do that… you know how dangerous spells can be for those of us with magic, but for you…

“Because you were going to die.” Stiles shut up then.  “I went through a series of trials, and I had to give up my humility, my pride, and offer to give up my sex all for a way to keep you safe.”

You’re… Stiles looked down.  But that’s still there… unless…

“It’s still there.” Jackson blushed.  “They didn’t take that… they did give me a tablet.”

A tablet… like flat stone thing…

“Electronic.”

Nice.  What’s it do?

“It lets me change anything I want about anyone I want.” Stiles’ eyes got huge.

Wait… you have that power and you only used it on your pack?  Leaving the unspoken question of why he wasn’t just ‘fixed’ or his dad back to life untouched for now.

“No.  I used it on myself.” Jackson led them over to the seats to the side facing the garden.  “I wanted to make a way for my body to give you what you needed to stay alive.  You weren’t eating.  You weren’t drinking.  You’re still not talking.  And your magic was fading.  So I changed my body to be able to make the milk.”

But… you’re pack…

“I changed their alpha, so I changed their pack.”

Shit.  Stiles sat there in stunned silence.

“Yeah.”

And you didn’t just ‘fix’ me?

“Because there are limits and rules.  To truly just fix you I’d have had to bring your dad back.  And while the tablet might be able to do that, it’d still mean someone else dies.  And I’d have to choose to kill someone else that matters to me to bring him back.  So I couldn’t…” Jackson seemed to crumble.

Hey.  It’s okay.

“I wish I could have helped.”

You did.  You gave me back my magic.  And ‘a voice’ at least.  And you helped me start to heal.  None of them in there could do that.  So I’m grateful.

“Thanks.”

Also, tell Tracy I don’t need her to milk herself anymore.  I..

“Not your favorite?” Jackson teased.

You’re my favorite.  Stiles blushed.

“Oh.” Jackson nodded, his mind slowly turning that over in his head before he smiled.

Shut up.

“Didn’t say a word.”

You didn’t have to.  You’re whole being is screaming it.  Stiles rolled his eyes.

“There’s something else.” Jackson bit his lip.

What else… Stiles looked wary.

“You’re my mate.”

Oh.  Stiles sat there, his eyes blank as he processed that.

“sorry?” Jackson bit his lip harder, he could taste the wet heat of his own blood in his mouth as he sat there waiting.

Huh?  Stiles blinked.

“Well not exactly the most… expressive…” Jackson sat there facing forward as he felt his nerve start to give.  He wasn’t sure he could keep doing this if Stiles didn’t want him back.

Sorry, was just shocked.  I didn’t know what to expect.  I kind of figured I’d never get imprinted on and never feel bonded to anyone like that.  So when it happened, I wasn’t exactly prepared for it, but it makes sense.

“Makes sense?” Jackson’s voice was on the edge of cracking.

Yeah.  The way I feel about you.  The way I’m pulled to you.  It makes perfect sense.  Stiles took Jackson’s hand.  It feels right.  Stiles squeezed his hand before turning and kissing him.  And suddenly the world wasn’t spinning out of control, nothing was wrong with the world in that pure moment.

***

Everyone was sitting at their tables as before, but this time Jordan, Finstock and Stiles were sitting outside the circle at the outer wall looking in.  The fact that there was an empty extra chair sitting next to Scott’s table was a very telling thing.  A fact not lost on anyone here.  But Ainsley stood just the same.

“We await your news that would cause you to call for a Council vote.” Ainsley sat down and looked pointedly at Jackson.  She did not like being out of the loop on anything, and the fact that not only had she not called this meeting, but that she knew nothing of why it was allowed by the tree was infuriating to her, and Jackson could tell.

“I called this meeting because there has been a new development in the matter of the custodial order on Stiles Stilinski.  I believe it has become apparent in the last few weeks that the McCall pack is not fit as custodians.”

“Who would you put in charge of him then, you?” Scott scoffed.

“No.” Everyone went still and Jackson smiled.  “Stiles is my mate.  I believe in him.  I used an ancient magic to give me and my Kanimas the ability to produce a substance that not only sustains him but is healing him and restoring him.  It’ll be slow going but we’ll get there.  But whether or not he is joined to my pack is entirely up to my mate.” Jackson looked straight at the tree now.

“I believe in my heart that the best action for Stiles is to be declared unaligned so that he may maintain connections to all the packs and groups, and that he be granted emissary status so that if he chooses that my pack may make a formal request for his services in the future.  But for now… for now I think he should be unaligned, allowed to stand on his own two feet with all of us backing and supporting him while he finds himself.  Hoarding him away and back biting one another while we try to play our political games with his life is not only selfish but it’s reckless.  The Hales would offer cloistered power and wealth.  The McCalls have offered space and support.  The Whitmores have offered family, sustenance, and support.  The Druids have offered understanding and fear.  The Hedges have offered open exchange.  And the Fae have offered him loyalty, dignity, and aid in a time most needed.  But what he needs is not to choose between us and set his course while he has no heading.  What he needs is all of us.” Jackson looked right at Stiles.

“He’s the most powerful person any of us have ever met.  He is capable of this and so much more.  But if any of us claim dominion over him, do any of you think for a minute that he’ll let that stand?  I cast an impenetrable warding keeping Scott out of his house.  He speaks with his mind because he cannot yet find the words to speak for himself.  And he has done things with his magic that have made Deaton look into means to kill him.” Everyone glanced at Deaton with this.

“He’s a danger to himself and others.  We should not permit him to live.” Deaton sat his hands on the table in front of him.

“So it’s hoard his knowledge and magic inside your rules or he dies?” Lydia laughed.

“What choice do we have?  Let a willful broken child have the powers of a god running around loose to do as he pleases?”

“Have you ever had just a normal conversation with him?”

“Yes.  And I…” They all went silent as a leaf fell on Deaton’s table, turning black as pitch before him.

“The tree has spoken.” Ainsley stood.  “And it has chosen to ignore your advice and to ask you to refrain from speaking on this matter anymore.” Deaton touched the leaf and it went up in smoke, turning to ash that blew away.

“Yes.” Deaton bowed.  His eyes on the tree that clearly was not pleased with him.  Jackson wasn’t sure what that could mean but he had a feeling that the Druids would not be on any sort of good terms with the tree or the fae for a long while.  He kind of liked that fact.  Maybe it was the fact that Deaton represented a persistent threat to his happiness and Stiles life.  Even if he was 99% sure that Stiles would flat out kill Deaton if he tried anything.

“What say the Hedges in the matter of Stiles’ powers?” Ainsley stood and looked to Lydia.

“We have a great deal to say.” Lydia smiled as she stood.  “For starters we were the ones that told Jackson where to find the magic he used to create the substance to sustain Stiles while he heals.” She smirked watching Deaton’s face as she spoke.  “While we have yet to be allowed access to the substance ourselves for testing, we believe from a visual and mystical inspection of Stiles that it’s within his interest to be exposed to more of the substance from Jackson and the other Kanimas.” Lydia looked to Jackson, a point made in her speech.  She wanted to examine his milk to test its magical effects.  She had theories and she wanted to test them.

“As for the matter of his powers, we’ve been testing him.  Teaching him.  He runs on gut instinct right now a lot of the time.  But his instincts are supernaturally amplified to allow for a nearly 82% accuracy on action.  When he feels something he’s usually right and his instincts tell him how to react.  We’re teaching him ways to shape it, to hone it to ask the questions of why do I feel this way, what is making me feel this way, and why is this the best solution.  So far he’s shown a great aptitude in doing so, and now that he’s on the supplement he’s been capable of doing magics on a level that is beyond us or the Druids.  Working as a collective, the entire Hedge group can almost reach his level of him alone.”  The look on Stiles’ face said that he hadn’t known that, which made Jackson wonder what else Lydia hadn’t told him.  Or hadn’t told any of them yet.

“We have feelers out across the world into some of the oldest Lore libraries but we think we have discovered exactly what he is.” Lydia looked right at Stiles.  What the hell, how’d she know what he was and no one else did?

“What is he?” Ainsley looked concerned.

“Stiles is a Spark.”

‘what’s that?’ Jackson sent to Stiles hoping it wasn’t heard in this.

Means I’m special.  Will explain later if they don’t.  Stiles never made eye contact with Jackson but he was pretty sure only he heard that.

“We have never had a spark with in Beacon Hills.” Ainsley looked like she was trying to figure out just what to do about this and what to say, but she also looked the closest Jackson had ever seen her to panicking.

“With that in mind, we devised a test.” She held up a silver rod and tossed it to Deaton who caught it.  The crystal on the end turned emerald green.  “Druids test green.” She had him throw it back to her and the crystal turned umber.  “This is how we know someone’s a hedge.” She tossed it at Stiles who fumbled and caught it but the crystal turned amber in color.  “According to the spell anyone who has spark magic should cause it to turn amber.  The test is pretty clear.”

“I see.  And fairy born?” Ainsley looked at Finstock who took it and the crystal turned pure silver.  “It would seem you have a test that would help us sort future magic users.”

“We have more than that.” Lydia picked up a tablet.  “I have here a list of every supernatural in a forty five mile radius of this spot.” She sat the tablet down.  “I went through the magic users who were known to us who hadn’t shown any talent to indicate which way they would lean between my group or Deaton’s because we always assumed it was just the two of us.  But we tested seven sparks.”

“Seven…” Ainsley sat down hard.

“We found a few fairy blooded children as well as several druids.  I would petition the council to allow Stiles to become unaligned so that once he has a handle on his skills and a place he’s happy with, he can form a new branch of this council.”

“You would have us add a seventh table?” Ainsley looked at Stiles now.

“Yes.  I would.  But I would also suggest that maybe it should be eight.”

“Eight?” Ainsley frowned, her head whipping to look at Lydia now.

“I think the unaligned need their own seat on the council.”

“I hardly…” A clear silvery leaf landed on Lydia’s table in front of her.  “It would seem the tree sees your wisdom in allowing the unaligned to have their own seat.  We will work with them to choose representatives.”  Ainsley bowed.  “We have other’s to hear from though.  But you and I will discuss that list later.” She gave Lydia a stern look and Lydia nodded sitting down.

“Is it my turn Madam?” Finstock looked to Ainsley.

“The Council recognizes Bobby Finstock, son of Arlen.” Ainsley nodded, Arlen at her side looked uncomfortable.

“Thank you Madam.” Finstock stood.  “I have witnessed the boy’s deterioration over the last few weeks.  I’ve seen him withering and dying away.  And I’ve seen his restoration in health from the substance that Jackson produces.” He nodded and suddenly Greenburg was standing there in the towel before the entire council.

“You use magic here?!” Ainsley started to stand.

“No.” Finstock shook his head.  “This is a passive reaction.  Spirits of the departed become visible to the uninitiated when they are exposed to the crystals I asked Arlen to put into the chamber for this testimony.

“Speak your name spirit.” Ainsley sat down.

“I’m Micheal.  Micheal Greenburg.  I died 1987 in the boy’s locker room at Beacon Hills High school.  I was alone for a long time till Bobby found me and befriended me.  We’ve been…” He blushed.  “We’ve been lovers since.” Several eyes went to Finstock.  “The point is, since I can’t go a great deal of places, I watch everything that happens in the locker room.  I’ve watched Stiles grow and change.  I’ve watched him fall apart after his dad died, and I’ve seen him crumble more and more till Jackson forced him to eat the first of the supplements which allowed for him to keep him from dying.  I’ve watched him healing and growing since then.” Greenburg nodded.

“I’ve also heard and seen how he was treated and regarded with the McCall Pack.  They often have impromptu meetings in the locker room after hours.” Greenburg looked to Scott who blushed.  “So I know a lot of secrets that would interest the council.  But over all I think the most important thing is that Stiles be allowed to be unaligned and pick his own friends and ultimately, as Lydia suggested, become his own faction head.”

“The Council thanks you for your testimony.” Ainsley nodded.

“Don’t I get to defend myself here?” Scott stood up.

“Do you have to?” Jackson sighed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Scott slammed his palms down on the table.

He means Scotty, that if you fight to keep me as just yours… he and I and all those who know what happened will be forced to say things.  Things we can’t take back.  Things that when uttered have consequences.  Not just for you and us but everyone you care about.  Stiles stood up and walked in front of Scott.

“But..”

You’re still my best friend.  I still love you like a brother.  But I can’t be yours alone.  Stiles touched his cheek.  He’s my mate.  And I need room to grow.

“if you’re sure...” Scott bit his lip.

I’m sure.

“Do you have anything to add in your own case?” Ainsley looked to Stiles.

Yes.

“Then we should like to hear your testimony.” She gestured and Stiles stood there taking a breath before he cleared his mind.

I appreciate that support I’ve been given and am grateful for all that has been done for me.  But I respectfully request for a change.  I’d walked in here ready to make a declaration to join Jackson’s pack.  But I wasn’t expecting him to advocate for my independence here today.  But if it please the council, and the tree, I’d be happy to have my independence as an unaligned agent until such time as I am capable of becoming my own head of faction.  Stiles bowed politely and took his seat again.  Jackson sent a smile at him before waiting.  He knew something was coming.

“Are there any others who would wish to speak?” Ainsley sighed.

“We of the Hale Pack would also like to lend our support to the foundation of two more factions.  We aided in the location of the magic that gave young Alpha Whitmore the power to change himself.  And we have been doing dealings with the Hedges to help secure their list.” Talia spoke calmly and clearly.

“I see.” Ainsley wasn’t pleased.  Jackson wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the fairy properly pissed off before, but this was looking dangerously close.  “I believe we should call for a vote.” Ainsley looked between them.  “Those in favor of granting Stiles unaligned status, please raise your hand.”  Talia, Scott, Jackson, Lydia, and Ainsley all raised their hands.  “Those opposed?” Deaton raised his hand.  “And the tree’s verdict?” Ainsley looked to the tree which moved as if by winds and it dropped a crystal clear leaf on Stiles’ lap.  “It would appear that the ayes have carried the motion.  Stiles Stilinski will now be classified as an unaligned spark witch.” Ainsley nodded.

“And the proposal to add the two more tables?” Talia smiled.

“And those in favor for the additions to the factions represented at the Council, raise your hand.”  Talia, Jackson, Lydia, and Scott raised their hands.  “Those opposed?” Deaton raised his hand.  “The tree’s vote?” A crystal leaf floated down in front of her with runes.  “The tree votes in favor of the increased factions.” Ainsley nodded more to herself as she read the leaf.  “So it has passed.  When the next council meeting is set, we shall have tables prepared for you.”

“We thank the council for its choices.” Jordan bowed as the Council meeting broke up.

***

“When can I schedule an exam?” Lydia crossed her arms.  She’d cornered Jackson outside the council room and was watching him like a hawk.

“I don’t know… I…”

“Tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Good we agree.” Lydia smiled.

“Lydia… I…”

“And you will bring the tablet.”

“Why?” Jackson’s eyes narrowed.

“Because, I happen to think that it would be a lovely source of information about the material uses of your milk.” She gave a strained smile.

“I… yeah…” Jackson blushed.  “Tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Lydia touched his arm before walking away.

Should I be worried about her wanting to test your milk?  Stiles walked up and asked, sipping on a flute of something fizzy.

“I think she’s … well not harmless… but not likely to screw us in the back.” Jackson shrugged.

Shrewd and brilliant.  But no, she knows better than to fuck us over.  Stiles leaned in close to Jackson.

“What’s up?”

Can we celebrate?

“How so?” Jackson smiled, running his hands up and down Stiles’ back.

Can I come back to your place tonight? Jackson shivered.

“O-oh?” Jackson blushed.

I liked tasting it from the tap… Stiles cupped Jackson’s crotch and held him firmly, making him cough and blush as he did so.

“R-really?”

Really.  Stiles smiled before kissing Jackson.

“I… I can do that…” Jackson smiled.

Then let’s head to your place? Stiles sipped his drink.

“Isaac…” Isaac walked over.

“What’s up?”

“We’re heading back to the house…” Jackson held Stiles to him.

“Keep it in your room.  We don’t want to… scar the pack.”

Scar?  Stiles frowned.

“He’s worried we’ll do wild and kinky things in one of the communal locations and get people walking in on us and having problems handling it.” Jackson rolled his eyes.

You talk like that’s happened…

“Isaac isn’t as public with his sex as some of our pack mates are.” Jackson picked up his own drink and sipped it.

“Ethan would be a LOT more public if I’d let him.” Isaac narrowed his eyes at Ethan who walked over with a smirk.

“What can I saw, I know what I like.” He shrugged.

Still learning what I like.  The three of them turned to look at Stiles.  What?  I was a virgin till the other day when Scott interrupted us before we could go too far.  Stiles blushes slightly.

“Should I tell them where we keep the fun toys?” Ethan looked at Isaac.

“Not on your life if you expect to use your cock again.” Isaac grinned before kissing Ethan.

“If you’ll excuse us…” Jackson put his hand on the small of Stiles’ back and began to lead him through the crowd towards the exit.

I wonder how Greenburg and Coach have sex…. Stiles pondered as they walked past them, his voice narrowed down to just Jackson now.

‘I honestly don’t know.’ Jackson thought back to him as they said their goodbyes and were almost out the door when Scott stood there.

“What now?” Jackson asked with a deep sigh.

“You’re going to do it… aren’t you?” Scott crossed his arms, his voice low enough that the other supernaturals would have had difficulty hearing him here.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but probably.” Jackson said.

Probably?  Stiles raised an eyebrow, putting Jackson’s hand on his hard crotch.  Honey, I’m a sure thing right now.

“Okay so I’m 99% sure this is happening then.” Jackson shivered.

Only 99%?  Stiles turned to him and blinked.

“We still have to make it from here to where we’re going.” Trying to convey to Stiles not to tell Scott where they were going because he was likely to follow them or show up just to stop them mid coupling.

You’re afraid something else will come up between here and there? Stiles’ eyes went wide.

“I have my mate in my arms, we’re both survivors of something.  We’re both horny as fuck.  And when has anything just worked out for us?”

Oh you…. Stiles stopped talking as he leaned in and kissed Jackson, his arms wrapped around him as he kissed him, pouring every bit of his own nerves about this, his excitement, and his love into that kiss to reassure Jackson.

“I love you.” Jackson rested his forehead on Stiles.

I love you too.  Stiles smiled brightly.

“Okay.” Scott finally said as they pulled apart enough to look at him.

“Okay?” Jackson frowned.

“I may not like you… I may not like this… but I can accept you’re good for Stiles.” Scott held out his hand.

“Okay.” Jackson shook it.  Instantly feeling how much cooler the hand was.  For a moment he questioned his actions.  If he was going too far.  And then he knew in his heart it was the only way to truly keep Scott from trying to do something to wreck their happiness.  He just hoped that Stiles wouldn’t hate him too much.  But once they finished shaking hands, Jackson moved with Stiles out of Crowley manor and headed towards his car.

I wonder if you can drive while I blow you?  Stiles asked as they got in the car.

“Let’s find out?” Jackson grinned.

Game on.

Notes:

Broken and Bloody is the next chapter!

Chapter 11: Bloody and Broken

Summary:

Stiles and Jackson get closer.

“FUCK!” Jackson moaned, his jeans open and his boxers under his balls as Stiles sucked on him, as they sped through the city.

I like that I can get you this undone.  Stiles licked across the swollen tip, his tongue wide and flatted out to rake the sensitive flesh with as much space as he could.

“Shit… close…” Jackson whimpered.  It was clearly hard for him to obey the speed limit right now and Stiles wondered absently if he should take pitting and let up for go in for the kill and milk Jackson’s body right here.  He mentally laughed to himself about the idea of milking Jackson.  An image forming in his head.

Question… how do you get so much of the milk ready for me… are you guys like sitting around jerking off for hours on end?  Leave it to Stiles to ask questions while giving blow jobs.

“W-we… fuck… we have a milking room.”

A milking room.  Stiles sent a picture of a Borg like alcove with milking sleeves set up on all the men.

“We use chairs…” Jackson’s voice was getting breathy.

You’ll have to show me… I might like watching…

“R-really?” Jackson’s cheeks flushed high on his cheek bones.

I might even put on a show for you if you put one on for me.  Stiles smacked Jackson’s cock against his tongue.

“Fuck…. Okay.” Jackson whimpered.

Going to have you naked and spread out while I play with myself…

“Shit….”

Do you own any toys?

“T-toys?” Jackson’s voice broke.

Like vibrators, dildos… things that go in here… Stiles ran his thumb over Jackson’s hole which caused him to whimper.

“I… no… not exactly…”

Not exactly?  Stiles hollowed his cheeks as he sucked on Jackson’s tip.

“I… I use my tail sometimes…”

Use… you’re… tail…?  Stiles frowned and Jackson opened his mind to show him laying naked on his bed as he let his tail out and used its slick venom to numb his hole as he began to fuck himself with it.  FUCK…  Stiles whimpered around Jackson’s cock.

“Y-you like that?”

Fucking hot.  Stiles swallowed Jackson whole and worked his fingers under his balls to start teasing his hole.

“Who knew tail play would do it for you…?” Jackson chuckled.

Do all of you do that?  Stiles sent a mental image of Jackson and Isaac using their tails on one another and themselves.

“I… not… not so far…” Jackson’s cock swelled.

Might have to do that soon.  Stiles smirked as he chose that moment to thrust three magically lubed fingers into Jackson’s ass.

“FUCK!”

Need more room.  Stiles flexed his magic and Jackson’s clothes flowed around him like water, reforming into normal clothing before falling in the back seat of the car, leaving Jackson buck naked in the driver’s seat as Stiles began to pound his ass as he sucked on him.

“Oh shit… not… not going…” Jackson emptied himself into Stiles’ mouth, his hand on the back of his head as he fucked up into Stiles’ mouth.  Stiles cleaned him with his mouth, pulling off after he was finally done and licked him clean.  “Fuck…” Jackson panted, his hands stroking Stiles’ neck.

I needed that.  Stiles smirked.

“So did I.” Jackson smiled, glancing to look at his clothes in the back.

Those stay there.  We’re going in naked.

“We?” Jackson swallowed as Stiles looked him in the eyes and snapped his fingers, his clothes turning into smoke that reformed into clothes in the back seat.  “FUCK…” Jackson’s hand went down to tug on his still hard cock.

Thanks.  Stiles gave a shy smile.  His body has been thinning down from his lack of food and energy, but the few weeks that he’d been eating the supplements he’d almost gotten back up to where he’d been before he stopped eating.  Jackson reached over and ran his hand down Stiles’ body and toyed with his nipples.

FUCK… Stiles threw his head back and moaned.

“Fuck… we were so made for each other…” Jackson moaned as he pulled over quickly and leaned over the central console to kiss Stiles against the window where he took a hold of Stiles’ cock and began to jerk him off.

Shit… Stiles sounded like he was out of breath as he began to make out with Jackson.  Jackson’s hands were all over him, touching every inch of him at once.  Stiles’ mind was overwhelmed as he simply gave himself over to the mindless pleasure as he devoured Jackson’s mouth.  The pair of them pulling apart to moan and pant into one another’s face as they gasped and struggled to catch their breath.  Their eyes inches apart as they stared into one another’s being.

“We need to make it back to the house.” Jackson growled, his eyes going reptilian.

Agreed.  Stiles put his hand on the car.  He knew where Jackson lived.  Opening his magic up he felt along the ground till he found an empty space in Jackson’s drive way.  A little more flexing and they were suddenly sitting in the drive way.

“You can teleport?” Jackson blinked.

Probably not something I can do a lot of right now…. Stiles shivered.

“Let’s go in… we’ll top you off.”

You have some bottled already don’t you.  Stiles smirked.

“I needed to blow off some steam…” Jackson blushed.

Lead the way.  Clothes stay out here.  Stiles challenged and Jackson just shrugged, opened his car door and stepped out naked and hard with his cock bobbing.

“You coming?”

Just going to follow that beautiful ass of yours.

“I’d say you’re a tease, but I’m hoping to get lucky in a bit.”

Oh you’re getting lucky.  I’m just not sure you’re walking much after.  Stiles smacked Jackson’s ass as he followed him into the house and Jackson lead them to the milking room.

“Huh, I wonder who left this going.”  Jackson walked over and started to shut off a milking sleeve.

Wait.

“What?”

Use that one.

“I… really?”

Yes.  Stiles was already stroking his cock.

“Kinky fucker.” Jackson smirked as he sat on the chair that was still warm, and slipped his cock into the sleeve as he attached the milking pumps to his nipples.

Says the guy sitting naked in a room letting a chair suck him off…

“You’re the one who finds this sexy.”

And you don’t?  Stiles grinned.

“Fair point.” Jackson wore his blush high on his cheek.  Jackson watched Stiles as he sat there, toying with his cock while watching Jackson be milked.  He wasn’t sure who had been using that milking sleeve but Stiles was vaguely aware that it’d had fresh cum in it when Jackson slipped into it.  The way he’d flushed at the contact had told him that.  But there was something else.  He flexed his magic and could suddenly see a very naked Corey biting his lip standing against the wall trying to hold perfectly still as he watched his alpha get milked.  Someone liked to watch…

“You’re thinking of something…?” Jackson frowned, he must have caught the scent of Stiles’ arousal.  How was he missing Corey then?  Did he just live with the smell of all these horny Kanimas all over the place that he was so nose blind to their arousal that he didn’t place it when he smelled it?

Just thinking how hot it’d be to be watched right now.  Stiles deliberately left that message opened up so Corey could hear it.

‘you can see me can’t you…’ Corey thought at Stiles.

Yep.  Stiles sent a narrowed thought at him.

‘I should go…’

No.

‘wha….’ Stiles knelt down between Jackson’s thighs and began to feel him up.

Would you like that… me… here… between your big strong thighs… sucking on your balls… Stiles started tonguing Jackson’s sack.  When someone from your pack walks in?  Stiles watched Jackson’s wide eyes go reptilian with lust.  I’ll take that as a yes.  Stiles smirked as he teased the base of Jackson’s cock before reaching back and toying with his hole.  The combination of putting on a show and having watched Stiles jerk off with the flirting now… Jackson arched his back and succumb to the machine.  His body was nearly limp and boneless by the time he was done.

“fuck…” Jackson muttered.

I think I’m going to walk you up to your room and see about some sex and some cuddling… and then we can sleep for the night.  Again leaving it open so that it was as much an invitation to Corey to watch them as it was a declaration to Jackson.  Jackson nodded and allowed Stiles to walk him upstairs to his room where he left the door open as he lay Jackson out on the bed and magically summoned the lube from Jackson’s drawer as he began to finger himself, acutely aware of the two sets of eyes watching him with hunger.

***

He was running.  He had to run.  He was so close.  If he ran just a little farther… just a little faster… he’d catch up.  He’d stop Scott.  He was almost there.  But his best friend’s claws always tore out the throat of his father.  And then he’d be in that place.  Back in that moment of the world narrowing down to just Noah and him and the magic that bound them across the divide.  He’d read up on the horror stories of what could have happened if he’d managed to bring his dad back.

And now in these dreams he would be standing in front of a ruined and bloody undying corpse of his father who was trapped in an undying agony.  The blood wouldn’t stop.  The blood was everywhere.  The blood… the crimson mess that had been his dad’s throat.  The warm squishy feeling of it on his hands as he tried to stop the flow of it when he heard something and turned to find Scott standing there.  His eyes red and dark as his blood drenched claws flexed.

Wha…. Scott sliced through his throat.  He was bleeding out.  He tried to scream and nothing came out…. Just a hollow gurgling noise as he drown on his own blood.  He sobbed and screamed and ….

“STILES!” Jackson was suddenly there shaking him awake.

Wha…?  Stiles looked around confused.

“You’re dreaming.” He settled down to holding Stiles loosely enough that he wasn’t in danger of feeling trapped but secure enough that Stiles felt anchored more than he had.

I…

“I didn’t know you could scream with your mind.” Jackson whispered as he slowly rubbed circles on Stiles’ back.

I can’t… Stiles frowned.

“Then…” Jackson sat up.  “That was your voice?” His eyes wide.

Had to have been.  Stiles shrugged.

“I’ve never… Stiles you woke up the whole house screaming.”

Sorry.  Stiles blushed as he tried to look anywhere but Jackson’s face.

“hey, it’s okay.” Jackson cupped his cheek.  “I’m just glad that you can use your voice.” He kissed his forehead gently.

“He okay?” Isaac poked his head in the bedroom.

“Yeah, he’s fine now.” Jackson glanced at him.

“Okay.  See you in the morning.” He treated it like it wasn’t a big deal. Truth be told Isaac had had his share of night terrors when he’d come to being a Kanima in the first place.  Stiles had heard from Scott about what they’d found in the basement.  The torture chamber and the repurposed deep freeze used to lock him in a smalls pace.  Isaac had come out the other side with a great deal of issues.  Stiles sent a small mental hug to Isaac in the hall.

Can we talk later?

‘sure.’  Isaac answered him with his own mental hug before going back to the rest of the pack to reassure them that Jackson wasn’t murdering him in here.

I think I scared your lizards.  Stiles blushed.

“Eh, they’ll either assume we’re fucking too hard or that I’m murdering you.  Either way they’ll not come in here without Isaac or Ethan with them.”

good.  Stiles snuggled down, trying to relax a little.

“Here.” Jackson reached into what Stiles had assumed as a nightstand last night but apparently was actually a mini fridge.  “I stored this here just in case you did come back home with me.” Jackson blushed.

Presuming?

“No… just really optimistic.” Jackson handed him the thermos and he slowly sipped the milk inside.

Not bad.  Stiles smiled softly.

“You feeling any better?”

Some.

“You want to talk about it?”

Lots of blood, death, and torn out throats.  Stiles knew he didn’t have to share beyond that.  Jackson sagely nodded and cuddled with him.  Neither of Jackson or Stiles, for now, were talking while Stiles sipped some more of the milk.  Tough he did note that not even the milk could make him horny after the night terrors he’d just had.  Small comfort right now.  He wasn’t really in the mood for arousal.

“Are you sleepy?”

Exhausted.  Stiles’ was sure his mental voice reflected it.

“Do you feel like trying to sleep yet?”

I’m so glad that you’re not in the mood any more than I am. Stiles let out a sigh as he snuggled down with Jackson.

“Why?”

Anyone else, I’d have assumed they were asking for sex.  But I can read that you’re more concerned with how I’m doing than any sexy sexy times.  Stiles leaned up and gave him a kiss.

“Who would think of sex at a time like this?” Jackson frowned.  “And what do you mean you can read me… are you… are you in my head?” Jackson blushed.

Nah.  Just… actually.  Stiles sat up on his elbows.  I should have known we were mates from this alone.

“What do you mean?”

I don’t have to try with you.  Stiles tapped his own forehead.  Everyone’s screaming their thoughts and feelings at me.  But it’s not like that with you.  You’re just… inside me.  Jackson blushed.  Dirty pun not meant but appreciated.  The problem is I didn’t realize it before.  Probably because I’m so damn hard headed.  But… this is deeper than a psychic connection…

“What…” Jackson stopped talking.  They were suddenly sitting together in a field together wearing some loose clothing.

I didn’t have to try to make this.  I realized when I touched your mind… felt you inside me… could understand your meaning… I just… I found this place. Stiles looked around.

What is this place?  Jackson marveled at it.

This place is us.  Stiles took his hand and the magic that arched between them it spread out, making this place glow around them.

Okay… this is cool… but not helping you get back to sleep.  Jackson gave him a pointed look.

Sure, sure… Stiles pulled them out and back to the real world.

“We’ll explore later.” Jackson kissed his forehead.

It’s all I ask.  Stiles smiles.

“So we need to get you to sleep…”

Bedtime story?  Stiles grinned.

“Sure…” Jackson picked up his phone and dialed something into it before he started speaking.  “A long time ago in a galaxy far far away…”

Best boyfriend ever.  Stiles settled down into the warmth of the bed and between the feel of Jackson’s body around him and the slow steady pace of Jackson’s voice as he read the novelization of the Star Wars series, it was all enough to have him drifting off to sleep.  A calm peaceful dream about standing in a field and looking out over rolling hills filled his mind and for a moment he could have sworn he wasn’t alone and that there’d been big strong arms that wrapped around him both in the dream and reality.  And that he’d be caught if he fell.

***

Waking up Stiles realized he was alone and huddled in the blankets like he’d been freezing.  He wondered when they’d turned the head down.  Had to have been a while ago for him to be this cold already.  He slowly wriggled out of the bed and summoned his clothes too him.  A little bit of willed magic and his clothes were clean.  Slipping on his boxers, jeans and t shirt, he left his socks and shoes sitting by the bed and padded out of the room.  Slowing his breathing Stiles focused his magic into a point me spell and found it indicating where Jackson was.

Good.  He’s in the kitchen.  Stiles padded down into the kitchen barefoot, he was just rounding the corner as he heard Lydia and Danny talking with Jackson.

“Seriously… all of you?” Danny sounded concern.

“Yep.  All the males get it from ejaculation and from milking our nipples.  So far Tracy’s the only female Kanima and we’ve tested down below.  It doesn’t affect us like cum does.”

“And you’ve… all tried it?” Lydia was frowning.  Stiles was sure of it.

“Yeah.  It acts like a full meal, several full meals actually, and a massive sexual boost.”

“I’d have to find something to cut with it to lower that… do you know if they’re intrinsically linked?”

“Why would you want to cut that down?” Jackson frowned.

“Magic and horny don’t mix.” Lydia spoke as if it was a basic fact.

I don’t know about that.  I came up with some pretty awesome magic last night and I was super horny.  Stiles leaned against the door frame as they all turned to look at him.

“Morning.” Jackson smiled at him.

Does being horny mess with your magic?  Stiles looked between the two hedge witches who were blushing.

“Yeah.” Danny nodded.

That has to suck in the worst possible ways.

“It does.” Lydia nodded.  “Are you saying arousal doesn’t negatively affect your magic?”

Not so far.  I mean… we were pretty ramped up when I spelled his clothes off and I was doing some pretty impressive mental magics.  But yeah… I was fine.  I thought everyone was like that…

“They aren’t.” Lydia frowned.

“Do you think it’s a spark thing or because he’s drinking the Kanima milk?” Danny looked at the jars he’d gotten from Jackson.  One marked to indicate that it was from his nipples and the other from his balls.

You could try some of the stuff he has mixed for me and see what it does for you? Stiles shrugged.

“He’s got a point…” Danny looked to Lydia.

“Worst that happens is it fucks with your magic for a bit.” Lydia shrugged.

“I’d like to try the mix please…” Danny blushed at Jackson who chuckled.

“Told you I’m everyone’s type.” Jackson poured a glass from one of the containers of his personal stock and gave it to Danny.

“Down the hatch.” Danny lifted it and downed the milk in one go.  He licked his lips, almost instantly blushing.

Fast acting isn’t it.  Stiles grinned.

“Very.” Danny’s face was flush.

“Try your magics.” Lydia stepped back, Jackson joining her.

“okay…” Danny used his hands, his finger tips glowing green as he draws a circle in the air.  A flourish in the center of it and he touched his whole hand to it, causing the plants in the room to suddenly grow as if something was pouring life into them from every inch of the room.  Danny pulled his hand back.

“That was a lot more powerful than you normally cast…” Lydia reached over and did a spell to examine a plant that had been a small sprout, but was now over taken the pot it was in, and grown almost into the glass of the window it had been sat next to.

“And the strange thing is… I don’t feel tired yet.” Danny frowned.

“Really?” Lydia walked over and cast a diagnostic spell on him.  “Your body is saturated with power…” She met Danny’s gaze.

“Can we buy some of the thermoses off of you…” Danny turned to Jackson.

They want to find out if there’s any long term side effects, because if it boosts their magic to this level with no side effects other than being fucking horny… they’ll start living on this stuff.  Stiles sent just to Jackson who gave a mental nod.  He’d guessed as much but power he’d felt radiating off that spell and they could both feel radiating off of Danny still indicated that while he still had limits and wasn’t in Stiles’ class of magic yet, still there was something new to the power in him.

‘should I sell it to them?’

Better them than the druids.  Stiles didn’t like the idea of Deaton ever having anything remotely close to this power.

‘Fair point.’

“Done conferring?” Lydia crossed her arms.

Just trying to decide how much is fair to charge you per thermos.  Stiles smiled.

“I’m sure.” Lydia fished out her tablet.  “Name your price.  I’ll have the money in your digital wallet within the hour.”

Notes:

Milk Born is next.

Chapter 12: Milk Born

“Well you look better.” Scott’s voice carried a bitter note as it echoed into the locker room from the hall.  Isaac stopped and couldn’t hear anyone else talking so he assumed it must be Stiles that he was talking to.  Great…. Just great.  He went back to drying his hair only to hear the unmistakable sound of a low growl coming from Scott.

“What do you mean you don’t know how this happened!” Scott sounded royally pissed. “I’ll lay odds it was your mate!” The anger in his voice making him louder.

Shit.  Isaac dropped his towel form drying his hair and quickly wrapped it around himself, wrenching the door to the locker room open when he spotted Scott stocking towards Stiles, trapping him in the corner of the hall.

“Excuse me.” Isaac grabbed Stiles’ arm and put him behind him.  “Stiles, please go wait in the locker room?”

You don’t have to ask me twice.  Stiles fled to the locker room.

“Thanks.” Isaac smiled at him before turning and leveling a very displeased glare at Scott.

“What?!” Scott huffed.

“Why are you accosting Stiles?” Isaac sighed as he stood there, his hands on his hip to show how little he respected Scott right now, as well as to keep his towel up.

“Something’s going on with me.” Scott finally let out.

“When isn’t there something going on with you?” Isaac rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious.  I’ve started bleeding when I pop my claws, and it’s hurting to use my fangs.” Scott had the good sense to look cowed.

“And you what?  Assumed your best friend did something to harm you so you’d accost him in school about the extracurricular activities?”

“I don’t know if he did it.  If Jackson did it.  Or if he had Stiles do it.  Or if he had Lydia do it.  But this stinks of Jackson and I’m going to find out what the hell he’s doing and get him exposed for it!” Scott’s voice rose again.

Motherfucker.  “Listen here Scott McCall.” Isaac pointed his finger into Scott’s chest, walking him backwards, as he let his towel fall so he was standing there naked in all his glory.  “I will not tolerate you talking shit about my alpha.  I will not tolerate you talking shit about his mate.  And I will not tolerate these baseless claims.  You think something’s wrong with you.  Go to the druids and get a checkup.  Have them examine your head while you’re at it.” Isaac’s finger flexing enough force to shove Scott next to the wall.

“Hey…” His retort cut short when Isaac crowded his personal space.

“You’re going to go, you’re going to go now.  And I don’t fucking care where you go, but if you so much as come within ten feet of Stiles today, I’m going to call the council and I’ll call the Principal and I’ll get a restraining order against you.”

“You’d use the mundane side of our lives… against me?!”

“What can I say?” Isaac let his reptilian eyes out.  “I’m a cold blooded snake.  Now get out of here before I decide I need to show you just how dominant I can be.” Isaac hissed, and Scott fled away from him.  Isaac rolled his now human eyes and picked up his towel. Honestly.  What the fuck was up with him?  He shrugged and walked off back to the locker room where he could hear a silent crying.  Shit.

“Stiles?”  Nothing for the longest time until he heard a weak voice in his mind.  He worried but as he entered the locker room he slipped his towel back on and tied it firmly in case he needed to drag Stiles out of here.

I think I’m running low.  He seemed to be on the verge of passing out when Isaac found him, his eyes looked sunken in and he seemed to be clutching himself.

“Shit, what happened?”

Not sure… I think I… Stiles’ mental voice was disorganized and incoherent.

“I think you over did it with the attack and stress from him blind siding you like that?” Isaac guessed and Stiles nodded, he was having trouble making words.  “Did you have any milk today?” Stiles nodded.  “But it’s been a bit… where’s your supply at?”

Home..

“Shit… you didn’t bring any today?”

Thought… I was…. Good…  Stiles blushed.

“Shit… And Jackson’s out working on your surprise.  Most of the pack’s out with him… what’d you think of the milk I supplied?”

Wasn’t bad.  Jackson’s my favorite, but yours is good too.  Stiles blushed.

“Well…” Isaac undid his towel and showed his semi hard cock to Stiles.  “I have some fresh on tap if you feel up to waiting for me to milk it…” He flushed.

I could take it straight from the tap.  Stiles looked up at him and then back at his hardening cock.

“R-really?”

It’s not like I haven’t given a blow job. Stiles reasoned as he took a hold of Isaac’s cock and weighed it in his hand.

“You sure?”

I’m sure.  Stiles leaned forwards and took Isaac in his mouth, his lips wrapping around the already swelling tip.  Isaac wasn’t the most public of people but a warm mouth on his cock was more than enough to waken his sexual desires and pump extra blood down to his cock as it rapidly filled out.  Stiles took more as he looked up at Isaac.

He doesn’t know how fucking hot he is…  Isaac thought to himself as he carded his fingers through Stiles’ hair and began to want to push into him.  But it wasn’t about him.  This wasn’t about his sex or his needs.  Hell this wasn’t even really sex.  This was a feeding that Stiles needed.  Not that Isaac was all that averse to the idea of sex with Stiles…

“Fuck…” Isaac moaned as he carded his fingers through Stiles’ hair.  He was so close to the idea of just shoving his cock down Stiles’ throat and fucking his throat for all it was worth.  But he was holding himself back.  Stiles hands fanned out form his crotch and began to trace the ridges of his muscles before gripping his ass and pulling Isaac down into his throat.  Taking him to the hilt Stiles looked up into Isaac’s face and started swirling his tongue around Isaac.

“A-are you t-trying to hurry this along?” Isaac bit his lip.

Maybe… torn between drawing this out and getting you off quick… how many times can you cum back to back?

“a couple times.” Isaac blushed.

What do you need to go right now?

“my ass…. Play with my ass…” Isaac blushed as without an indication that he was going to do anything, Stiles’ fingers magically lubed themselves and plunged two skilled fingers deep into Isaac’s ass and found his prostate.  Isaac howled with pleasure, his hands clutching at the back of Stiles’ head as he pulled back as much as he could and began to thrust his cock down Stiles’ throat.

“Fuck I hope you like this…”

Go as hard as you need, whatever takes you over the edge….  Stiles had no idea how much freedom that gave Isaac.  He might not have been a publicly sexual person, but in his bedroom he could let his kink flag fly.  He began to fuck himself between Stiles’ fingers in his ass and his cock in Stiles’ throat.  Faster and harder, aware of the gurgling noise that Stiles was making as he clung to him like a second skin.

“God… Jackson’s lucky…” Isaac moaned out.

Why’s that?  Stiles surprised him by talking while he had his mouth full.  He was already started to get some of his strength back from the precum that Isaac was leaking rapidly from his swollen tip.  It wasn’t filling, but it was enough to give him back some of his strength.

“You’re mouth…” Isaac was starting to fall into his lust.  On some level he knew that what he was saying wasn’t most eloquent or romantic, or sexy for that matter.  In truth Isaac was well aware he sucked at dirty talk.

My mouth…  Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Words… bad… you GOOD!” Isaac grunted out as a spark of magic from Stiles’ fingers rocketed out into his prostate and brought him with a dark howl of pain and pleasure filling Stiles’ mouth as fast as he could swallow.  Isaac bowed his back backwards and clawed at the lockers behind him in an attempt to hold himself up.  Stiles had to guide him to the bench so that he could save face from falling flat on his ass.  He lay there naked and panting for a while before he finally spoke again.

“I’m sorry.”

Sorry?  Stiles quirked an eyebrow.

“I’m horrible when it comes to dirty talk.” Isaac blushed as he threw an arm over his face to shield his eyes.

OH… that’s what that was…  Stiles managed to keep the laugh out of his voice which made Isaac feel a little better.

“Jackson’s lucky to have you in his life for a lot of reasons.  You’re sex skills are one part of that, but I think there’s a lot about you that fits better with him and is helping taking him out of his funk.”

Oh?  Stiles was sitting there working on sketches in a notebook.

“Yeah… what are you doing over there?” Isaac arched a brow as he leaned forwards.

I started realizing no one does magic the way I do magic.

“Yeah…”

So I’m writing down some of my spells.

“Sweet.  You could probably make a lot of money selling some of the ones you felt like teaching other people.” Isaac nodded.

Maybe.  Right now, I’m sort of doing them with themes.

“Themes?” Isaac frowned as he looked at Stiles who stopped his movements to blush.

I’m so fucking horny.

“What?” Isaac blushed as he moved and sat up.

I don’t get it.  Sucking your cock was great.  The milk helped and gave me the energy to keep going.  But… fuck… Stiles was rubbing his crotch slowly.  I feel like I could jerk off a dozen times right now, and still want to ride your cock and fuck your ass.  Stiles leered at him.

“But Jackson…” Isaac felt his face blush, acutely aware of just how naked he was right now.

Call him.  Text him.  Video chat him.  Hell, face time him and we can talk while I fuck that tight fucking ass of yours.  Or get him involved, make it a threeway.  Maybe call your boyfriend… werewolves are fast recovering when it comes to sex…  Stiles was leering hard.

“S-stiles…” Isaac sat there not sure what to say or do.

I am so fucking horny.  He shivered.

“Would it help if I sucked your cock?” Isaac couldn’t believe he’d made that offer.

Get permissions.  I don’t want to ruin either of our relationships because I need sex like oxygen right now.

“Okay… you text Jackson.”

Good idea…  Stiles pulled out his phone.

Stiles> Hey…. Is it okay if I fuck Izzy?

Jackson> Uh… excuse me?

Stiles> I sucked him off because Scott ran me down and I needed more milk and he was the only one here today.  So I did that.  But I… I’m like starving for sex.

Stiles blushed as he sent that.

Jackson> After everything last night?

Stiles> I could do all we did last night, and still probably do sex with most of your pack and maybe the Hales too.

Stiles felt like a slut for saying that.

Jackson> Do you know why that might be?

Stiles had no way of knowing it but across town Jackson was groping himself through his jeans thinking he had a pretty good idea what was effecting Stiles’ sex drive this much.  In fact he was willing to bet he knew exactly what it was.

Stiles> I’ve always been horny… but this… this is some next level shit.

Jackson> Maybe it’s a side effect of all the milk?

Stiles paused as he looked at that.

“What?” Isaac asked, having gone to his locker in the locker room to retrieve his phone so that he could fire off a text to Ethan to see if he was available to pick up a call.

Jackson wonders if the milk is effecting my sex drive.

“Drinking the magically enhanced essence of a pack of Kanima boys who are jerking off regularly to supply the milk when you’re not drinking it straight from our cocks?” Isaac looked at him. “He might have a point there.”

That’s what worries me.

“Why?”

Am I wanted to have sex with you or is that just the milk talking?

“Spell to find out?”

Why didn’t I think of that?  Nice idea curly.  Stiles smiled.

Stiles> Good idea, Isaac thinks you’re right.  I’m going to do a spell to find out.  Can you look at your thingy and see what it says?

Jackson> It’s back at the house locked away.  I don’t keep it on me all the time.

Stiles> Damn.  Okay, I’ll do a diagnostic spell then.

Jackson> Be careful.

Stiles> When am I not?

Jackson> Road. Head.

Stiles> Okay… point taken.  I’ll be good.

Jackson> You’d better.

Stiles smiled at that and flipped to a blank page in his sketch book.  He began to sketch out a shape, a symbol or a glyph that would be the focus for this spell.  Maybe he could teach his magic to other people.  But maybe he couldn’t.  All he knew was he needed something to shape the magic to help him know if this was the milk or him, or what was causing him to feel like a slut who’d gone into heat.  He looked at the sketch and felt the prickle of magic across his skin as he poured his power into the glyph.

Tell me….  He focused at it and suddenly he was nearly blinded by the flash of green light that flooded the room he was in.  He frowned, everything was green ish.  He started to wonder what that had to do with anything and he suddenly saw a black shimmer behind Isaac.  What is that…

“What’s what?” Isaac looked around but the light was only effecting Stiles’ eyes apparently.  He spotted the shimmer and walked up close to it and saw that it was lines of symbols and equations running just behind him. “What?” Isaac looked at the same spot.

I can see the magic that Jackson’s device did… I don’t understand it… but I can see it.  I…  Stiles touched it and suddenly he was seeing the display page of Kanima anatomy in the device.  He could see how the lines connected through the pack bond from Isaac back to Jackson and from Jackson back to the device.  He could see the effects it was having and several things he didn’t know about Kanima anatomy.  He pulled back and the connection stopped.

“You okay… you went kind of quiet there…” Isaac bit his lip.

I touched it.  The magic… I could see what Jackson did and how it effects you… and I could see more… so this spell lets me see magic…  Stiles walked off towards the mirrors and biting his lip stepped to where he could see his reflection.  Sure enough there was a shimmer of black behind him but there were other colors as well.  Okay one at a time here….

He stuck his hand back and touched the black coding of the master tech device and saw how Jackson had made him able to accept the milk, and how he’d made it to where it could support his system and be used as a meal replacement if needed to be.  Jackson hadn’t done anything to make him a slut or to really make him his mate.  Nothing to hurt him or coerce him.  He smiled at that but as he looked at the flashes he was getting before he saw a small glitch.  He used his magic to push that open and it was a small warning that indicated that there was a change to his profile.  He tried to find out what it said but couldn’t get anything out of it.

So he went back to looking at how high his sex drive was and the milk itself and noticed that it couldn’t effect any feelings he hadn’t had before he started taking them.  He blushed.  Well if he was honest with himself, Isaac wasn’t bad looking.  Certainly not hard on the eyes… was he attracted to Isaac?

Yep.  Absolutely.  The answers sprang into his mind without his bidding them to.  He blushed as he felt the weight of those revelations.  They weren’t the same as what he felt for Jackson, but he did feel an intense draw towards Isaac and some of the other Kanimas.

Great… I’m the Kanima whisperer…  Stiles sighed as he looked at himself and studied the magics he could see behind him.  He knew one was his spark magic… but the other… it felt… different.  And as he touched it he felt himself tremble.  It was a scar.  A lasting wound from trying to bring his father back to life.  He gasped and grabbed a hold of the sinks as he started sobbing.  The second he’d touched it, he’d felt his dad… he’d felt that place… whatever waited for them on the far shore away from life.

For one brief moment he felt like he wanted to join his father.  But then he felt something else.  Something stronger than that need to be dead.  He looked at another color that had flared in that moment and without even touching it he knew.  He knew it as deeply as he knew his own name.  He couldn’t die.  Not now.  Maybe not for a long time.  He couldn’t hurt Jackson like that.  He loved Jackson.  He felt his face heat up as he looked at himself, realizing that he was living for himself but he was also living for Jackson, who was muddling through the murky depths of Stiles’ life because he was living for Stiles.

Stiles smiled and let the spell drop.

“You’re in a better mood…”

Yeah.  Yeah I am. Stiles picked up his phone.

Stiles> Your milk did something to me, but it didn’t cause feelings I already had.

Jackson> You want to sleep with Isaac.

Stiles> Yeah.  I just have to learn to accept that I’m a slut.

Jackson> Wanting to sleep with Isaac doesn’t make you a slut.

Stiles> I told him to call Ethan and maybe I’d have him face time you so we could have  a light fourway and you could watch as I fuck him and when he or Ethan fucks me.

Jackson> Okay… that’s a little slutty.

Stiles> Told you.

Jackson> Doesn’t change how I feel about you.

Stiles> I know.  I love you too.

He smiled as he looked at the text.

Jackson> Love you too.

Stiles> Are you done with my surprise or do I have time for some sex?

Jackson> Now that I have to stop and jerk off because you’re making me so fucking horny… you’ve got time.

Stiles> Ah, poor baby… shame you’re not here.  I’d have loved to try to fit you and Isaac in my ass at the same time.

Jackson> You have no idea how many people just stopped to look at me for the noise I made reading that.

Stiles> I try.  ;)

Jackson> You’re evil.

Stiles> I know.  It keeps me up at night.  So I’ll text when we’re headed your way.

Jackson> Don’t break Isaac.

Stiles> I would never.

Jackson> Yes you would.

Stiles> Okay, I would. But at least I’m honest about it when you pin me on it.

Stiles smiled.

Jackson> Love you.

Stiles> Love you too.  He shut his phone and looked over at Isaac.

“Ethan’s okay.  He just wants pictures.” Isaac blushed.

Oh?  Stiles tilted his head.

“h..he’s been trying to get me to do it in the locker room for ages now.” Isaac blushed.

He want to join in?

“Yes, but he’s with Jackson.”

We could face time them.  We’ve turned Jackson on enough he’s taking a jerk off break.

“god…” Isaac blushed.

You okay bottoming in front of them?

“yes.” Isaac nodded, turning his phone on and hitting dial.

“Yeah?” Ethan answered.

“Stiles… wants you and Jackson to watch…” Isaac turned the video feed towards where Stiles was stripping.

“Sweet.  JACKSON!  I’ve got video!” Jackson quickly joined in.

“I… didn’t think…”

“Izzy, you okay with this?”

“yes.” Isaac nodded as he spread his legs revealing his naked, still magically lubed hole to Stiles, who once free of his shirt bent down to suck on Isaac’s balls while he fingered him.  “FUCK!”

“Let’s take this somewhere more… private…” Jackson advised and the pair took their face time video to a more secure location so that they could have a little more privacy to take care of their aching cocks.  Stiles smirked around Isaac’s balls as he opened him up.  Stiles fingers hooked up into Isaac’s body and pressed hard on his prostate.  He focused on a symbol he’d seen in the magic from the device that Jackson had and traced it with his magic onto Isaac’s prostate.  He could feel the connection between his magic and that spot grow and he poured magic in to intensify Isaac’s pleasure from taking it up the ass.  Isaac let out a breathy moan as the magic reached through his system.  He wasn’t entirely sure what Stiles was doing, but he was pretty sure that it was going to make this even better for him.

“Fuck…” Stiles turned and noticed Jackson and Ethan sitting side by side watching the phone.  He darted his other hand out and drew a magical sigil over the phone making it levitate so that it’d give them the best angle but also so that it would allow him to use the phone through his mental projections.

I can’t wait to see you two jerking off…  Stiles thought at them and they both blushed as they heard him.

“How did you…”

I’m magic.  Stiles said by means of explanation as he released Isaac’s balls from his mouth with a soft wet pop, only to flatten out his tongue and lick a long swipe up the length of Isaac to the swollen flared tip and take it into his mouth.

“OH FUCK…” Isaac whined high in his throat as those fingers kept playing with his ass.  It was already somehow better than the blow job earlier and he wasn’t sure if that was the magic or if that was the fact that his boyfriend and his alpha were watching him.  He honestly wasn’t sure, but he knew he liked it.  Then Stiles pulled off of his cock and began to slap his sensitive tip against his tongue, the phone hovering to give their other halves the perfect show as the wet slapping noises filled the locker room.  But another sound that happened quickly took their minds off of what Stiles was doing.

The sound of two zippers going down at once was what drew Stiles to turn and watch the screen, both Ethan and Jackson had their hands in their jeans stroking themselves through their flies.  Stiles smiled as he went back to sucking on Isaac’s cock.

Take your clothes off…  Stiles sent to them.

“You first.” Jackson challenged and Stiles shrugged, getting up and keeping Isaac in his mouth as he undid his jeans and slipped them and his boxers down his body that had begun to fill back out thanks to the milk.  Once they were around his ankles he kicked them and his shoes off leaving him in nothing but his socks.  “Fuck…” Jackson quickly started undoing his jeans, sliding them and his underwear down to reveal his large fucking cock.

“Shit…” Ethan panted, pulling himself out of his fly and began to stroke himself.  He was about the same size as Isaac but his head seemed to be even larger.  Stiles felt his body tighten as he thought about what he could do if he had Ethan here right now.  He almost thought about teleporting the boy here but he wasn’t sure if that’d go over as well as he thought it would.  He wished they were here… he… He wasn’t sure what was going on but he had a sudden rush of magic and glanced at the phone as he saw both of them fall over unconscious.

Shit…

“What the fuck?!” Isaac and Stiles both turned to the side to spot naked duplicates of Ethan and Jackson.

“How’d you….?” Jackson started.

I think I just forcibly astral projected you…  Stiles pointed to the two unconscious bodies on the screen.

“And the nudity?” Jackson crossed his hands over his chest.

I was thinking how I wanted you both here for sex… Stiles blushed.

“And just what were you wanting?”

Ethan to fuck me into Isaac… Stiles blushed.

“How about both of us…?” Jackson grinned.

Maybe after Isaac and I blow you together?

“Get in him.” Jackson’s eyes slipped to reptilian as he pulled Stiles into a possessive kiss.

Aye aye sir.  Stiles actually saluted before he stood upright and lifting Isaac’s legs up on to his shoulders, before taking a hold of himself and tapping the tip against Isaac’s opening before shoving in to the hilt.

“FUCK!” Isaac moaned, his thighs flexing as he felt the burn even though he’d been stretched.  Stiles was bigger than Ethan, and as he pulled back Isaac was almost painfully aware of just how much bigger.

You doing okay Izzy?

“So big…” He whined.

“Don’t get used to it.” Ethan leaned down and kissed Isaac. “After this you’re just getting my cock in that tight fucking hole of yours.” Ethan pulled back.

“Okay….” Isaac panted as he was fucked hard.

“Get in Stiles’ ass.” Jackson glanced at Ethan who nodded, bending down behind Stiles to eat him out, only to find him already lubed up.

“Someone’s prepared...” Ethan chuckled as he smacked Stiles’ ass.

Magic is a wonderful.  Stiles smiled brightly as he leaned in to kiss Isaac, making out with him when something hard and hot slipped between their lips.  Stiles looked up the long line of Jackson’s body as he started licking and sucking on his boyfriend’s cock along with his boyfriend’s second in command.

OH FUCK… Stiles shivered as Ethan got to work eating him out.  His tongue spreading him open so that fingers could ease into him.  His magic had opened him up already but clearly Ethan enjoyed the foreplay of the prep work and wasn’t going to miss out a chance to make Stiles squirm while he showed off.  The heady chuckle let loose into his ass was enough to let him know that he wasn’t wrong about how much Ethan was enjoying this.

But as Jackson pulled back a little and the flared head of his massive cock went between Isaac and Stiles’ lips they began to savagely make out around his prick.  Their tongues battling it around Jackson’s swollen tip.

“Ethan, get in his ass before I blow in their mouths…” Jackson moaned.

“You got it boss.” Ethan chuckled.  “Your boyfriend’s got a tasty ass.”

“I know.  And fuck… your’s has a sweet mouth…”

“Just one of his great features…” Ethan patted Isaac’s thigh before standing up, aiming himself at Stiles and slamming up.

Fuck yes!  Stiles moaned as he clenched around Ethan.



“SHIT…” Ethan moaned, fucking hard into Stiles.

“Right there too…” Jackson panted.

SO FUCKING GOOD…. Stiles let his pleasure roll through everyone, the magic and the sexual pleasure spilling out into all of them triggering their releases one after the other till Stiles was laying atop Isaac, the pair of them alone in the locker room, Jackson’s seed all over their faces and Ethan’s leaking from his ass.  They panted as they heard cursing from where the phone had dropped with Stiles’ magic popping with the four way orgasm.  Stiles scrambled over Isaac and grabbed the phone and looked at Jackson and Ethan waking up where they’d passed out due to being forcibly astral projected.

You guys good?  Stiles’ voice sounded as fucked out as he looked.

“Yeah…” Jackson looked down at his soft cock.  “Looks like everything ended up with you…”

Yep.  Got me some werewolf cum in my ass and Kanima milk in my mouth.  Stiles smiled.

“Just hurry up and get out here.  Isaac knows the place.”

“I’ll have him out there soon.”

Shower first.  Then clothes and then long car rides.  Stiles yawned.

“See you soon.  Love you.”

Love you too.  Stiles hung up.

“We just had a foursome and you two act like you were the only two involved.” Isaac commented.

You’re the same way.  Making eyes at Ethan over my shoulders.

“You saw that huh…” Isaac blushed.

I see everything.  Stiles tried to sound all mysterious.

“Good to know.” Isaac hops up from the bench.  “So shower?”

Gods yes.  Stiles nodded, walking off towards the showers with him in tow.

Chapter 13: Bloody Nose

Summary:

Sometimes there's a cost to pissing off the wrong people.

Fuck….  Scott winced as he slowly stat up in bed, his body… his everything really, hurt like he’d just been beaten down by a pack of alphas and now all he was left with to lay in a pool of his own blood and slowly limp back to being whole.  He stretched and felt himself ache in places that he didn’t even remember having in years.

“SCOTT!” Scott covered his ears, a ringing coming as Liam shouted through the house.

“What now…?” Scott rubbed his ears; he hadn’t felt something like this since back when he first became a wolf...  His mind drifted on that thought for a moment before he paused, listening to the heart beat on the other side of the door.  Looking up at his door that Liam had stopped just outside of.  He knew not to just barge in.  You don’t go barging into a teenaged boy’s bed room if you didn’t want to see things you might rather never have seen.  So Liam stood outside the door waiting for the order.

“I need to show you something.” Liam spoke softly.

“Come in.” Scott yelled and sat back in just his boxers breathing slowly to try to get the migraine he was feeling from whatever was wrong.  Liam walked in hesitantly.  Frowning but looking down as he entered.  “What is it Liam?” Scott sighed, already aware that his temper was going to get the best of him today.

“I’m not healing.” Liam finally met Scott’s eyes after a long pause.

“What do you mean you’re not healing?” Scott frowned as he studied Liam, not seeing any signs of injury he gave Liam a look that spoke volumes of how he felt about something that might be just in Liam’s head.

“I … I do things… while I… when I…” Liam blushed.  There was a scent about him.  Something that Scott wasn’t entirely sure what it was.  One part of his brain spoke to

“Just… just spit it out Liam.” Scott sighed, sure this had something to do with Liam’s sexual preferences.  Something he wished to know nothing about.

“Listen… no judgment… okay?” Liam bit his lip and looked down.

“Fine.  No judgment.” Scott raised his hands in defence.  Even more sure that he wanted nothing to do with whatever he was about to learn about his beta.

“I like a little pain with my sex.” Liam sighed, his shoulders deflating as he stood there.  “So when I… when I jerk off… I dig my claws into my palms… and some… sometimes… other places…” Liam blushed as he looked at Scott.

“Other… oh.” Scott’s eyes went to Liam’s crotch.  “D… Did you…” He nodded to Liam’s crotch as they both blushed.

“y… yes…” Liam bit his lip again.  “B-but that … that’s healed now.” He looked down.  “But… not all the way… and… and these…” He opened his palms and revealed the deep half moon groves in his palms, still raw and bloody from where he’d gripped himself too tightly and let his claws pierce his flesh.

“Shit… when…” Scott took a hold of his wrists and pulled his hands forwards, inspecting them, trying to tell if even the most minute amount of the wounds were starting to knit together but there wasn’t any sign.

“Hours ago.” Liam let him inspect.

“That’s… that’s not…” Scott’s mind searched for something other than ‘not possible’ because clearly they were seeing this effect in real time.  With the smell of blood still fresh as was Liam’s spent arousal at the pain.  And if Scott was honest, he could only barely pick up on the fresh arousal at having the pain last this long.  Scott wondered if he should intervene but wasn’t sure.  How do you tell someone you think what gets them off in the privacy of their own rooms was wrong?  He didn’t have an answer for that.  Mentally sighing to himself, deciding to read up on the pain fetish and perhaps ask Talia or Deaton if this was a common occurrence in wolves.  Maybe their ability to heal made wolves and other supernaturals more prone to the darker more… dangerous forms of self and sexual gratification.

It’s too early in the morning to deal with this shit...  Scott thought to himself as he made a note to ask someone about this later.

“I don’t know why it’s not healing.” He bit his lips.  The whining sound more out of fear now than the faint arousal that still clung to him.

“Have you noticed anything else?” Scott looked up at him, still holding Liam’s wrists and unsure if he wanted to know the answer to this.  His feeling groggy and a little down right now was one thing.  But the fact that Liam wasn’t healing properly was an even bigger issue.

“My hearing is starting to get dull and my sense of smell…” Liam looked down, ashamed somehow as if he’d done something wrong.  Scott nodded, inhaling and getting the faint twinge of the dried blood elsewhere on Liam’s person, letting him know that he was healing on his sex, just very slowly.  But why wasn’t he also healing on his palms?  Scott didn’t like this.

“I’m feeling a bit down too.  I’m not sure what’s going on.  But I’ll find out.  Why don’t you go have my mom bandage those for you, tell her you did it on accident.  You don’t have to tell her about... what really happened.” Scott watched as Liam nodded; his face flush as he tried to gather himself together for even the idea of going to an adult with his masturbatory habits.  “It’ll be okay.  Just have her take a look.”

“okay.” Liam nodded, the stink of fear wafting off of him as he walked away leaving Scott to fend for himself with his own doubts and fears.  He sighed, finally letting himself feel how freaked out he was right now.  He’d been feeling slightly off for awhile now.  But this…. this was something new.

Where’d Liam go…?  Scott looked at his open door, he couldn’t hear Liam’s heartbeat.  Panic gripped him as he ran to the stairs and heard Liam talking with his mom.  Why couldn’t he hear Liam’s heartbeat… even now, knowing where he was in the house… he could only barely make it out.  He felt a wave of ease at knowing his beta was okay quickly chased by more panic.  He had to get this close to even faintly hear his hear?  How far down were his senses… and what was doing this?

I need to make some calls.  Scott nodded to himself, going back into his room.  He picked up his cell and dialed Talia’s number quickly.

“Alpha McCall… what an unexpected surprise.  I assume this is about Stiles?” She was polite as ever but her sigh indicated that she’d been expecting him to make the call, just not about this.

“Not that I know of.” Scott sank down on his bed.

“You sound… troubled… what has happened?” Talia’s ears could probably hear his heart beat through the phone right now.

“My senses are dulling down.  Liam’s not healing.  Brett hasn’t texted or called so I’m guessing it’s not effecting him, which makes me wonder if it’s just a me and my bite thing.” Scott felt his face heat up.  He’d never liked admitting he was wrong.  And admitting to another alpha that he might be suddenly rejecting the bite… felt like a major screw up.

“What do you mean by dulling down exactly…?” She spoke after a long pronounced pause.

“I can’t hear your heart beat.  I couldn’t hear Liam’s till I was practically in the same room as him.  My head feels fuzzy and my body aches all over like I was beaten half to death last night.  I can barely move, and I’m pretty sure I’m not healing that great.  And then there’s the searing pain when I try to wolf out.” He’d tried to transform his face sitting there and it’d felt like someone was ripping his face apart with red hot pokers.

“None of that is good.” Talia sounded like she was moving around. “When did this start?”

“Honestly… back before the last meeting.” Scott tried to remember exactly when.

“And you’re just now telling someone?”

“I didn’t know what I was dealing with.  I still don’t.”

“You haven’t started trying to take herbs or anything like that to build up a tolerance to our weaknesses, have you?” Talia paused, as if she thought he might have done this to himself.

“No… I didn’t think that’d work… wait… does that work?”

“A little.  But it’s also deadly.  And each strain of wolfsbane reacts differently with our bodies so that we don’t know all the effects it can have.” She seemed to think of something.  “I think you should call Deaton.”

“Why?” Scott felt thick, like he was missing something here.  His mind hadn’t felt like this in a long time.  Like he was struggling to get a single thought out right now.

“Because the Druid might have a means for examining you to find out if it’s poisoning or magic or something else.”

“Great…” Scott sighed.  “Do I need to bring Liam in too?”

“Probably.” She agreed.  “Let me know what you find out.  I don’t like a threat to any of us on the council.”

“Fair point.” Scott nodded.  “Will do.” They hung up and his next call was to Deaton.

“Scott… this is a little early for you to be calling in for work… what’s wrong?” Deaton’s voice was as steady and unflappable as it ever was.  But after the things he’d heard about how freaked out he’d been about Stiles’ powers… he’d wondered how much Deaton was hiding from the wolves.

“My senses have been dulling since before the last meeting and Liam’s not healing now.” Scott sighed, already not liking telling so many people.  Every fiber in his being was screaming out at Scott, telling him that he needed to just hull up and wait this out; that it’d get better if he only gave it time.  But Scott wasn’t stupid.  Not healing, given Liam’s… tastes would be deadly.

“That... When can you come in?”

“Today.” He nodded.  “Do I bring Liam too?”

“Yes… has it affected any other members of your pack?”

“Not that I know of.  So far it’s only displaying in Liam and I.” Scott made a mental note to call Brett in a bit.

“I’ll get what I need ready.” Deaton hung up.

“He never just talks…” Scott hung up the phone and scrolled through his contacts to Brett’s number.  He sat there listening to the ringing till eventually Brett answered.

“Yeah?” He didn’t sound awake.

“How are you feeling?”

“fuck, what now?” Brett sighed heavily.

“Liam and I are feeling diminished.  We’re going in to see Deaton for a checkup.  How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, what happened to you two?” The sound of rustling sheets let Scott know he’d woken his beta up.

“I don’t know.” Scott sighed.  “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.  Why am I fine…” Brett seemed to draw on the subject at hand.  “Should I come with you guys?”

“Yeah.” Scott nodded.  “I don’t like this.”

“I don’t either.  Who else knows?” Fear creeping into Brett’s voice.

“I called Talia and Deaton and then you.” Scott stretched out, get dressed, meet us at Deaton’s.”

“I might be just a bit.” Brett went quiet.

“What’s her name?”

“His name is Mike, and I’ll see you later.” Brett quickly hung up.

“well shit.” Scott stared at his phone for a bit before he hung up.  He sat there frowning for a moment before he made a decision.  Dialing number he hadn’t called in a long time he waited.

“What.” Lydia’s voice cut across as abrasive as ever.

“I need the hedge’s help.”

“I’m listening.”

“Liam and I are losing our powers.  I’ve got an appointment with Deaton to check into it, but it’s only Liam and I.  Only the wolf I made.  So I’m thinking that’s a spell…”

“Go run to your pet druid.  I have more important things…”

“I need to know if this is something Stiles might have done.” Scott sat there, aware of how he sounded.  “I know he hates me for what I did to his dad.  I know he wouldn’t kill me or hurt me.  But maybe he’s taking away my werewolf nature… making me human or something.  I don’t know.  But I need to know what he’s doing so I can protect myself and Liam.”

“And if it is Stiles?”

“I’ll ask him to stop.”

“And if he won’t.”

“I’ll beg him to spare Liam.”

“Good answer.” She paused for a moment.  “Tell you what.  I’ll meet you at Deaton’s.  He legs me in the door then I’ll see what I can tell you that he can’t.”  She hung up and left Scott alone with his thoughts.  He sighed and hung up his phone, getting up and searching out clothing.  He eventually came down dressed and said good bye to his mom.  She had questions as to why Liam wasn’t healing but he told her it was a pack thing and he was going to get it straightened out.

“are we going to be okay?” Liam asked in the car.

“I have no clue.  Deaton will look to see if it’s a supernatural thing.  Lydia will look to see if it’s a magic thing.  And somewhere in the middle we’ll find something.” Scott gripped the wheel.  “We’ll find something.”

The car ride was quiet and tense as they parked in the parking lot and spotted Brett on his motorcycle standing there talking with Lydia.  Scott shut the car off and sat there for a minute.

“What’s she doing here?” Liam frowned as he studied Lydia.  He watched the sparks of magic leave her finger tips as she waved her fingers in front of Bret before she held up a pair of designer glasses that had odd colored lenses in the frames.  She studied all around Brett before shrugging and shaking her head and turning towards the two in the car.

“I asked her to take a look at us.”

“I don’t trust her.” Liam glared to which Lydia smirked widely behind her shades as she leaned against the side of the building, a smirk firmly on place as she watched them in the car.

“Let’s go.  We don’t want to keep them waiting.”

“I still don’t trust her.” Liam glared.

“I know.  Deaton doesn’t either.  But we need to know everything about this and I don’t want to be caught unaware.” Scott stepped out of the car.  “Come on.”

“okay.” Liam hung his head, he was the picture of shame for questioning his alpha but yet… he felt as if he needed to.  He shrugged it off and followed Scott as he walked up to Lydia.

“Anything?”

“Nope, he’s clean.  Not even a trace of any magic on him.  But you….” He raised her glasses for a second.  “Let’s get you inside.  I want to see what Deaton does, I’ll do mine while I’m watching.” She smiled sweetly.

“Why do I get the feeling that you know something I don’t?” Scott frowned.

“Oh honey.  That’s because I do.” She walked through the door a head of them and Brett trailing.

“Lydia.”

“Allen.” She nodded to Deaton but staid on the outside of the line of mountain ash.

“What brings you here?”

“Second opinion.” She nodded at the wolves.

“You called in the Hedges?” Deaton raised an eyebrow.

“I called Talia, you, and Lydia.”

“Cast a wide net and you’re likely to find something.” Deaton nodded and opened the line of mountain ash that his business was lined with so that they could all cross.  He nodded to Lydia and left it open, welcoming her in.  She followed with a grin as she followed the wolves back into the back exam room.  She sat up on a counter and smirked as she watched their faces.

“So what do you need?” Scott asked standing there.

“I need you to remove your clothing and get up on the table.” Deaton gave the cold metal of the table a soft pat.

“w…what?” Scott blushed as he glanced from Deaton’s hand to his face and then around the room at everyone like this was some big joke.  But slowly he realized it wasn’t.  “You can’t be serious…”

“It’s the only way to check for all the magics that might be doing this.” Deaton said by means of apology.

“But… I… I can’t…”

“Oh Scott, it’s not like we haven’t all seen a nude male.  I mean Brett here just had sex with a hottie last night.  And he’s been in the showers at the locker room with both of you who have seen each other naked plenty of times.  Deaton’s probably had a peak whenever he’s had to patch you up.” Lydia smirked.

“I assure you I’ve been quite professional.” Deaton gave her a look.

“Oh, of that I’m sure.” Lydia smirked as she eyed the druid.  “But a professional what Allen.” She pulled her glasses back on her face and grinned as she crossed her legs.

“What’s she mean…?” Scott frowned.

“Don’t pay her any mind.” Deaton gave her a dark look, to which she raised her hands and shrugged.  “Now if you’d be so kind.  Please undress and get on the exam bed.”

“I guess.” Scott sighed as started pulling his shirt off.  He vaguely realized Deaton had made a gestured to Lydia who’d turned and after looking behind herself, moved down a few feet.  Scott frowned at that but pulled his shirt off and sat it on the empty exam tray.  Then he undid his jeans, slowly easing them down till he kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks and jeans off, laying them all on the tray for later.  Standing in just his boxers he looked at Deaton.

“All the way please.”

“okay.” Scott sighed, his shoulders slumping as he let the last garment fall and bent to pick them up.  He put them on the tray and looked to Deaton before he got on the exam bed and frowned.  “How do you want me?”

“Let’s start with you facing this way on your hands and knees.” He gestured and Scott blushed, aware that he was flashing his ass and balls to Lydia as he got in that position.  Lydia, as he glanced back, was sucking on a lolly pop that she’d produced from somewhere.  She was enjoying the show, and Scott blushed, facing forward again.

“Now this is going to be a little uncomfortable, but remember this is an exam.” Deaton spoke as he began pour some kind of oil on his back and Scott blushed at the way it seemed to heat into his skin as Deaton began to spread the oil down his back, his hands working into Scott’s muscles as he went, leaving this light tingle of the oil and the ghost of his fingers on him as he moved lower, messaging the oil into the meat of Scott’s ass.  He’d never had a guy touch him like this.  And he felt his face heat at it.  He glanced over to Liam and realized he was rapidly hardening in his jeans.  Not wanting to embarrass or shame him he didn’t say anything, he just pretended he didn’t just see one of his betas getting hard off of his body being touched by another man.  Another man who’s very thick fingers were now pushing into Scott’s ass.

“D-deaton…” Scott whimpered.

“Sssh.  It’s necessary.” He Added a second finger and spread Scott open wider.

“fuck…” Scott moaned, feeling his face heat as he realized his cock was hardening during this.  He wasn’t sure what to make of all this, and was flabbergasted when Deaton spoke next.

“Liam, go ahead and take your clothes off, I’ll have you help me spread the oil across his other side so that it gets on evenly.”

“me?!” Liam squeaked.

“Yes.  Please.”

“But why do I need to be naked too?” Liam moved into position.

“You don’t want this oil to ruin your clothing, and I’ll need to examine you next after Scott.”

“oh.” Liam nodded and shed his clothing, kicking them back and away from the exam table in record time as he stood there naked, long and hard.  Deaton took a hold of his hands and cupped them to Scott’s ass as he poured oil onto his hands.  “We’ll bring your hand here when you need more.” Deaton caressed Scott’s ass as Liam nodded, having to do the same to collect all the oil.  He moved and began at Scott’s neck, his hard cock right in Scott’s face as he worked the oil into Scott’s neck.  Scott tried to look anywhere else but that thick hard cock was right in his face.

“Make sure you lean forward enough to get both pecks.” Deaton told Liam, one hand had three thick fingers in Scott’s ass; the other was working his balls.  His hard cock was hitting closer to his navel in this position than he was used to.  It didn’t help that Liam’s fingers were now working the oil down his neck to the mound of his pecks and at Deaton’s urging, working it deeply into his nipples.  Scott’s breathing hitched.  It felt like a pleasant heat surging in his ass, balls, and nipples, driving him wild as each place built up.

“Liam, I’m afraid I’m not getting a deep enough coating in his rectum, could you come here.” Deaton spoke and their hands left Scott panting and , to his shame, dripping.

“My fingers aren’t longer than yours…” Liam frowned.

“I’m not intending to coat your fingers.” Deaton took a hold of Liam’s hard cock and quickly coated his sensitive tip, down the shaft and cupping his balls in his hands.  Deaton coated them quickly, and even poured more oil on all of Liam’s sex before leading him by his oil drenched cock, he put the tip to Scott’s loose hole.

“Now hang on a… OH FUCK!” Scott moaned, his head slamming down so that his forehead rested on the cool metal of the exam table and as he looked down the long line of his body he could see how deeply seated Liam was inside him.  Because in one fell swing, Deaton had smacked Liam’s ass and forced him to slam all of his thick nine inches deep inside Scott, taking his anal virginity with so many people watching him.  He felt his face flush as Liam flexed inside him.  Scott panted, barely able to breathe around the pain of Liam so thick inside him.

“fuck…” Scott panted as he lay there.

“Now make sure you fuck him till you’re sure the oil is deep inside his anus.” Deaton spoke, pulling Liam back till just his tip was inside the crest of Scott’s ass, before shoving him forward to the hilt again.

“oh fuck!” Scott moaned, his head snapping up and suddenly he was looking right at Brett.  Brett was pawing at his crotch as his eyes glowed amber as he looked at Scott.  Scott realized how hot this must be for him.  Two guys fucking on the table, both of them straight… at least Scott thought they were straight.  As Liam took to fucking him, he was starting to wonder.

“so tight…” Liam’s slick hands were on his hips, his claws helping him not slip as he began to pound Scott open.

“fuck…” Scott couldn’t focus, his mouth fell open and he began to pant and moan.

“Fuck it…” Brett came over, and by the time he reached Scott’s face he lifted his chin to look right at his hard cock.  “Open up.”

“Brett wha..” Suddenly he was balls deep on Brett’s cock, the thick cock filling his airway.  Together they fucked him, owning his body as slick oil covered hands roamed over every square inch of his body.  Scott had one single arrant thought about fighting back but suddenly it was as if his world turned inside out and he realized with one blinding moment of clarity, that he, in fact, loved getting fucked like this.  With that revelation he let his control slip.  He released his control and let the two betas using his holes wantonly take control.

“Fuck… that precum from where Liam’s cock touched your fucking lips was too much for me…” Brett moaned out as he grasped Scott’s head and fucked up into that sweet mouth.

“Shit.” Distantly Deaton went and grabbed a container to collect all the cum spraying out of Scott’s cock.  He didn’t care.  His prostate and throat were getting the work out of a life time, and some time later he was aware of both of his betas cumming and filling him at both ends. He was too far out to care.  But as they laid him down to come down from his high he looked back at the wall behind Lydia.

“Is that a camera?” The beta’s heads whipped up to the point Scott was looking and they turned to Deaton.

“You know what… I think that is a camera…” Lydia grinned.

“I can explain…” Deaton held up his hands.

“Oh this is going to be good…” Lydia smirked.

Chapter 14: Milk from Stones

Notes:

This is ch 14, ch 15 is done, and ch 16 has been started. So you're running into me having to get time to write the next chapter territory. But 2 chapters and I'll have this story finished!

“Okay, Jackson said to have you closer your eyes before you get up here.” Isaac shut the car off after pulling over and turning towards Stiles.

Seriously? Stiles looked at him like he’d lost his mind.

“Yeah… I mean he did say it, and he meant it.” Isaac bit his lip.

Magic.  I can probably see what’s out there already if I tried.  Stiles gave him a pointed look.

“I know that.  You know that.  And I’m pretty sure if he stopped to think about it, Jackson knows it too.  But my point is, that he wants you to be surprised.” Isaac touched Stiles hand.  “So… please, for him?”

This is important to him that much?  Stiles sighed.

“Yes.”

Fine.  Stiles closed his eyes.  But if a blindfold touches my face I’m going to kick you out of my car.  He crossed his arms, radiating unhappiness.

“k…” Isaac frowned at him and started the car up again.  “Did you… have a bad experience?”

I have to rely on my senses more now… and I don’t like a single one being taken away.  It feels too much like that night…  He let his thought trail off.

“It’ll be okay.”

People say that… but I’ve yet to see that.  I’ve had moments.  But it still hurts.

“It will.  For a long time.” Isaac agreed.  “When my dad died… he was an evil bastard, but he was my dad.  You had a good dad.  I can only imagine how much more that feels…” Isaac sighed.  “For me it’s harder to miss what you didn’t have.  At least not in years already before the person was torn away from me.”

I’m sorry.  Stiles reached out blindly and on his third or fourth try found Isaac’s arm.

“You’re seriously not peaking?”

Or I’m that good an actor.

“I’ll go with not peaking.” Isaac chuckled.

Whatever helps you sleep at night.  Stiles smirked to himself.  He was teasing Isaac, but it was worth it to feel the spike of fear in the Kanima as he drove Stiles’ jeep through some winding roads.  It felt good to be able to make someone have that little bit on uncertainty.  At least on purpose.  He didn’t go around Deaton or the Druids anymore without them trying to contain and hide the fact that they were all scared shitless about him.  Nothing he could do about that.

Or is there…  He thought back to the device that Jackson had talked about, the thing he’d used to give the Kanima’s milk.  That might be an option if Jackson let him use it.  Maybe.   He’d have to think on it.  He felt his mind sliding off the thought of using it and frowned.  There was magic there.  Even the want to use it was slipping away from him and as he sat there and focused he couldn’t even remember if he’d seen the actual device or not.  A note of panic went through him then.  If the device or whatever powered it could make even him not remember it or not want to use it… what could it do to someone who it was set to want to use it?

“We’re here but don’t open your eyes… Jackson’s standing out front and I think he wants to see your face when you see it.”

Okay…?  Stiles arched a brow, and drew a rune in his mind to secure the thoughts about Jackson and the device to think on them later.  He wasn’t sure if he’d remember it otherwise.  But he waited for the car to come to a stop and turned to his window.  Do you realize how hard it is for me not to open my eyes or my senses right now?  He knew he was facing Jackson.  He didn’t even have to try to feel Jackson right in front of him, his energy practically bouncing with joy and sunshine as he stood there.

“I know.” Jackson opened the door and undid Stiles’ seatbelt to help him out.

So what’s so important that I can’t see it till I’m where you can see my face?  Stiles was hoping this was something he’d actually like.  He wouldn’t forgive himself for crushing Jackson’s hopes if he actually didn’t like it.  He just had to like it.

“I made you something…” Jackson’s voice held a note of uncertainty that wasn’t like him.  Well, not like his bravado.  Stiles corrected his own thoughts.  He could almost feel Jackson biting his lips.

You made me something huh?  Stiles smiled mentally as he reached out with his hand and touched Jackson’s face.  Can I look at it? “Yes.” Jackson bit his lip, he was so sure right up till the point where he got Stiles here.  Now he was starting to feel his own nerves getting in the way.  What if Stiles didn’t like it?  What if this was a deal breaker?  What if he over stepped… what if…”

Okay…  Stiles opened his eyes and Jackson watched his face as he adjusted his eyes and started to really look at what was directly behind Jackson.  Stiles’ eyes going wide in shock and a smile played across his lips.  You built me a house?  He glanced at Jackson.

“Close…” Jackson blushed.

What aren’t I getting?  Stiles blinked.

“This.” Jackson pulled him across a line of smooth white stones, Stiles had a moment to wonder where Jackson had gotten hundreds of wyrding stones… but that went away as he realized that they’d been part of a complex warding scheme that hid the fact that there was an actual wizard’s tower right in front of him.

Jackson…

“I saw the D&D stuff in your room when I was there a while back…”

How did…

“And I knew from listening to you talk before that you liked playing as a wizard.  And I figured every wizard needs his own tower… and well you’re more than a wizard now but still…” He shut up when Stiles took a hold of his jaw.

How did you do this?

“I used the device and got the parts and permits… and used it to set up some of the magic on the outside.  Inside it’s a blank canvas…” Jackson bit his lip.

Gods…  Stiles leaned in and kissed him.  There a bed inside?

“Yeah…” Jackson frowned.

Right, anyone outside of Jackson and myself, please retreat across the ward line and a good thirty or forty yards away because I’m going to fucking ride your alpha’s dick and break this place in because he’s made me wet and I need to get fucked.  Stiles sent out and suddenly several wide eyed Kanimas took off running.

“you didn’t have to…”

You.  NAKED.  Stiles pushed and Jackson’s clothes simply slithered off of him like they were living things till they piled themselves on the ground.

“Someone’s pushy…” Jackson smirked.

You built me a wizard’s tower.  I’m going to have sex in the wizard’s tower.

“In your wizard’s tower.”

Mine?  Stiles felt something to those words.  He wasn’t entirely sure what Jackson meant by pointing out it was his till Jackson fished in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Stiles.

“Yours…”  Stiles looked down and realized he was right, the paperwork clearly stated that this land, this house, this tower were all Stiles’ property.  There was even a mystical binding contract in there awaiting Stiles’ signature.

Lydia?  Stiles tapped the contract.

“They helped.”

Good.  Stiles tucked the paper into his jeans pocket.  Sex now.  Jackson managed to chuckle before Stiles slipped out of his own clothes and a hunger took over his eyes as Stiles smiled and pushed Jackson down on the dirt path to the front door.

“I thought you said you wanted the bed…”

Bed later.  Sex now.  Take the edge off.  Stiles began to kiss Jackson, his hands tugging on his nipples, as they made out.

Fuck.  Jackson whined in his own mind, aware that Stiles was right there with him as Stiles put Jackson’s finger tips to his hole.  A little rough squeeze and Jackson’s claws sprang out.  Wha….  Jackson tried to think before his fingers were inside Stiles’ ass.  His venom already forming lube in Stiles and Jackson’s eyes went wide.  “But you’ll…”

Going to ride your cock and be a rag doll for you to fuck the shit out of right here on the front lawn of my new place.  Stiles pulled up and shakily took a hold of Jackson’s cock and pointed it at his hole before he collapsed down on it, taking it to the hilt.

“FUCK!” Jackson shivered.

You’re telling me…  Stiles chuckled, his body going loose on him as he began to lose control over his movements.  This is all you now.  Stiles blushed, using his magic to keep from falling flat on Jackson.

“Then hang on.” Jackson grinned.  Stiles wanted to say , to what, but his mind went blank as Jackson took his hips and began to pound up into him, the venom made him unable to move but he could feel everything as Jackson fucked him.  Stiles sitting on him held in place by Jackson’s strong arms and his own magic, his cock standing tall and proud as he couldn’t touch himself.  It was an exquisite torture to be this close to his own release and kept from it by the venom that he was using as lube.

Can’t touch…  Stiles mentally nodded towards his own cock.

“oh this is going to be fun.” Jackson smirked as his eyes went reptilian.  He was enjoying having the power here.  He had the most powerful magical being in the state helpless and willingly taking his cock, it was a certain kind of ego trip that appealed to his deeper alpha nature.  Jackson all but growled as he rolled his hips and fucked up into Stiles’ waiting ass.

God… so big.  Stiles moaned, wishing he could use his arms but he was strangely okay with being this submissive to Jackson.  It felt… right.  He couldn’t place it.  He just gave in and tried to clench where he could without trying to burn through the venom.  He wanted this to last for now.  And apparently some animalistic part of Jackson enjoyed having him to his mercies as well.

“Still so fucking tight… even after…” Jackson panted.

After?  Stiles mind asked, biting his lip as best as he could afraid of the answer suddenly.

You just had sex with Isaac and Me… and Ethan…  Jackson could feel how insecure Stiles suddenly felt.  I’m not complaining… Jackson looked up at Stiles.

Felt like it.

“Stiles.  I love you.” He reached up and touched Stiles face.  “I don’t care if you slept with the whole school.  I’m in love with you.  And nothing is going to change how I feel about you.” He looked into Stiles’ eyes.  “I’m not judging you.  I made them to where they could feed you when I can’t be there for you, to help your strength return.  I would never and could never judge you for getting what you need.” Jackson looked at him with love in his eyes.

okay.  Stiles bit his lip as he nodded.  This moment, this naked dropping of his shields as he coupled with Jackson, this was the moment he truly knew that they were mated.  He let himself fall forwards and clung, best he could, to Jackson.  His face hidden he thought at Jackson in a low voice.  I feel a little slutty…

“Nothing wrong with feeling a little slutty.” Jackson smirked as he slammed up into Stiles.  “I’d be happy with you feeling very slutty…” He blushed as he grinned.

Really?  Stiles smirked

“Really.” Jackson kissed him, capturing his lips and his arms went up to hug Stiles close to him.  “You’re mine.  And I… am yours.” Jackson kissed him deeply and in that instant Stiles came, untouched, and weakly writhing as he lay there atop of Jackson with nowhere to go.  He reveled in the fact that he could trust Jackson with this deeper level of his feelings.

I love you too.  Stiles nuzzled in, the venom starting to burn off.

“Good.” Jackson smiled; his face lighting up with an inner fire from it all.  “Should I show you the house?”

Yes please. Stiles smiled back.  Only pausing to frown.  Uh…

“What?” Jackson looked worried.

Venom.  Stiles blushed.

“We’ll cuddle till you can walk.” Stiles smiled.  “And then pizza.”

My hero.  Stiles grinned as he kissed Jackson.

So they cuddled, loving on one another till eventually Stiles could move again and they dressed, stopping time to time to kiss and to touch like contact starved newborns.  Because in a way, they were new born, their love making everything so new to them, and Jackson was pretty sure that Stiles needed that moment of newness, a bright shiny filter on reality, to help him.  So he didn’t say or do anything to let the real world into their happy little bubble as they walked through the house.  All the rooms had hard wood floors, dark oak paneling for the walls, vaulted ceilings and each room seemed to be at least ten foot tall.  The ceilings were painted with a sort of starry pattern that as Stiles looked, he could see some of the stars moving.  He paused and watched what looked like a meteor shower.

“You like that?” Jackson grinned, Stiles simply nodded.  “I was talking to Danny, because I noticed the stars stuck to your ceiling in your bedroom and…” Stiles pulled him in for a kiss and finally let him go after a solid ten minutes of making out under the silvery shower of space stones on the ceiling.

Thank you.  Stiles put how much he felt into those two tiny words.  Letting them hold how much he adored being known so well, all the details that Jackson put into this place that showed he clearly knew Stiles.  Jackson took it all in stride.  He walked Stiles into the entertainment room where half the room was a moving screening place that looked like it could hold an entire pack of supernaturals, and a big screen tv that dominated one whole wall of it.  It also had a projection screen and system, and multiple gaming systems, and places for Stiles’ games, dvd’s, and more.

Jackson looked as if someone had shagged him against every inch of that room when they walked out from the way Stiles had been all over him making out.  Jackson was quite content on how things were going.  He finally took him to the tower, Stiles pausing to realize that the tower wasn’t actually warded.

“I figured you’d want to do all the spells from here on out yourself.” Jackson nodded as they walked up the windy stair case that spiraled around the tower, stopping here and there for rooms that Stiles wasn’t sure he’d have noticed on the outside, but the tower almost seemed bigger on the inside somehow.  He paused and looked at Jackson.  “I might have fudged on the architecture…” He blushed.

You’re going to SO get lucky again.  Stiles commented as they walked into the main room that Stiles could feel was built to harness more natural magic from the currents of energy that ran through the town.  He frowned as he reached out and could feel it flowing through him.  Danny point out where to build this?  Stiles looked over his shoulder.

“Yeah.  He helped me find a spot where the land was for sale and the currents created a big enough nexus where you wouldn’t have to be hurting for power.”

Not exactly hurting for it now.  But… this is perfect.  He smiled, his mental voice full of awe as he reached out and gathered the energy around him.  This place… feels so right.

“I’m glad.” Jackson walked up behind him and snuggled him from behind, he could feel Stiles practically vibrating with how much power was running through him just then.

I don’t know how I can move… Stiles finally spoke as he stood there feeling the magic.

“I’m not saying you have to.” Jackson kissed his neck.  “I’m saying this is yours, and that is yours.”  Jackson felt Stiles stiffen.  “You can stay here, stay there.  Keep your stuff at both, your choice. I’m not pushing you to decide one way or the other.  This is about giving you options and letting you choose.  But I figured if nothing else, this might be a place you want to set up for your future students.”

Students… Stiles blinked

“You can’t be the only spark witch forever.  Eventually there will be more of you.  Like was said at the council meeting..”

I hadn’t… Stiles paused.  It’s perfect.  Stiles smiled, his body relaxing as he smiled at the wall.  He could do this.  He could keep his parent’s house and start this new chapter to his life.  He grinned, a plan already forming in his mind.  You know…

“That’s never a good sign.” Jackson grinned against the nape of Stiles’ neck.

Ha. Ha. Ha.  His thoughts were dry as he could make them.  But I was going to say… you know I did promise you were getting lucky tonight…

“It’s okay..”

I keep my promises.

“I know.” Jackson relaxed around Stiles.  “But we’re not in any hurry.”

What if I need the sex to juice up a spell..? Stiles bit his lip.

“I’d ask what sort of spell.”

Transbilocation of material plane constructs through a unidirectional constant flux with a retrograde amplification of material density into a vacuum twist added in.  Stiles turned around and grinned at Jackson.

“Half the words in that made my head hurt, plain English please?”

I plan to shrink my parent’s house and keep it.  Stiles kissed him.

“But your stuff…”

Hence the Transbilocation.  Stiles shrugged.  It’s a long shot.  Maybe best I can do is teleport everything in the house here.  Or I’ll end up shrinking the house and I’ll just have to go in and out from it as I pack up.  But….. on my own… I might hurt myself if I tired it..  Stiles bit his lip.

“And you’re planning to do it… while we fuck?” Jackson gave him the exact look that deserved.

My idea is… while you fuck me… we put my hands in the positions I need them to be…to harness the energy of our sex… and the currents… to move the house…. Stiles bit his lip.

“And that’s safe?”

Maybe…?

“You have no clue, do you?”

Not the faintest.  Stiles admitted.  Jackson felt himself sigh as he stepped back.

“What do you need?”

How important is that shirt?  Stiles smirked.

“Not very…” He managed to get out before Stiles’ hands tore the shirt from his body, shredding it as he went.  “Fuck.” Jackson blinked at him, confused as he stood there bare chested in front of his mate.

Magic first, then sex, then we worry about clothes…. Stiles’ eyes are strayed over Jackson’s body as he drank in his boyfriend, his mate’s… flesh.  Stiles barely thought it, the magic here so powerful, so near the surface, that the rest of their clothing fell away leaving them naked.  I need my hands tied together at the wrists…. In front of me.  Stiles nodded, handing the material over to Jackson as he started wrapping the wrists together, and as Stiles positioned his fingers so that Jackson would tie them together so that even when he lost control he’d still be in position.  Okay… here’s the thing…

“what do you need me to do?” Jackson sensed the hesitation in Stiles

The kinkiest things you can think of.  Stiles looked him in the eyes.

“anything?”

Anything.  Stiles nodded.  Lube me up… and then I think if you sit on the chair and hold me… I can use part of the magic to keep myself from toppling over… but you’re going to have to do all the work.

“I have a plan for that...” Jackson grinned.

Oh?

“You’ll find out.  Chair?” Jackson looked around and Stiles wiggled his thumbs to summon a chair that looked like it might hold them enough for this.  “Okay.” Jackson sat down, springing his claws and lubing his cock up with venom, coating himself in what would rob Stiles of his mobility in seconds.  Stiles for his part did his best to straddle Jackson’s hips, sitting himself on his lover’s lap as Jackson smiled.  “I might have to pay you back for this sometime…” Jackson grinned as he fingered his claws in and out of Stiles’ ass, milking more venom into his ass to help spread it faster into his blood stream.

Fuck… so cold…  Stiles shivered.

“That’s what you comment on, and not me offering my ass?” Jackson smirked as he arched a well groomed eyebrow.

Wait… you’d… fuck.  Stiles blinked at him, the neurotoxin flooding into his blood stream and he felt as Jackson entered him again, but very quickly his body began to lock up on him.

“For another time.” Jackson kissed his lover’s frozen lips before he began to raise and lower him.  “We may need to repair the chair too..”

Why?  Stiles mentally frowned, his face not responding to him now.

“Because you wanted kinky.” Jackson made a grunting noise as the chair under his ass broke the seat open and Stiles’ eyes went as wide as he could make them as he caught sight of Jackson’s reptilian tail.

Why’s that out…  Stiles’ eyes were very wide.

“You wanted kinky.” Jackson chuckled as he kept fucking Stiles, his tail slipping in and beginning to caress Stiles’ ass, the tip going so far as to trace the rim of Stiles’ opening where their bodies met.

Jac…  Stiles didn’t get to finish that sentence as the tail, coated in its own thin layer of venom, slid in alongside against Jackson’s cock and spreading Stiles open more.  FUCK…  He hissed at the burn.

“Stiles…” He huffed as he looked Stiles in the eyes.  “Do the magic.  NOW!”  He was struggling to keep them moving, but the stuttered motion to his movements keyed Stiles in that Jackson wasn’t long to lasting.

Kay…  Stiles closed his eyes and struggled to take the burn, and the feel of the widening tail and thick cock in him and his own desire and pending release and coil them around the magic inside him and wrap them around the power from the currents.  He felt the lines of magic he’d been putting in the house, the magic he’d cast in and around the house that he’d shared with his parents.  And he reached out through the currents and grasped onto that power.  He felt himself fall into the magic, the swirling grasp of it clinging to him as he pulled along those lines, the objects in the house couldn’t move away from the house without having a place prepared to hold them…

Shit…  He thought to himself.  So improvise…  He’d known it might be too big a task even with what felt like half of that tail squeezed into him.  Fuck… what was he going to have to heal when this was done!?  Jackson had CLEARLY lost ‘anything’ privileges for a while.  FUCK…  It was powering the magic though, and as he pulled he felt the house fall into his magic with him and he stretched his hands mentally and made the house shrink, smaller and smaller, but it wouldn’t stay this size… not without a reason to.  He panicked and with a thought back to his past, he remembered his mother’s hobby of things in bottles and created a clear bottle around the house and sealed it shut.

There…  He panted, the magic done he entered his body, finishing on Jackson’s abs, and with a sickening pop he opened his heavily lidded eyes wide.  What was…  and then he felt it.  The tail squirm and writhe and the last of it entered him.  His eyes wide.

“Oopse…”

Jackson…

“Yeah?”

Did your tail just detach…

“Yeah…”

And it’s fully in my ass…

“Yeah…”

FUCK.  Stiles leaned forwards and kissed his lover, the magic having taken most of the sting of the venom out of his system and burning it away as he fell limp against Jackson, only then realizing he was holding the clear glass bottle with his house inside it.

“How did…”

Magic… now find something that passed for a bed because I need to sleep… for like a week… Stiles yawned.  He was done.  The tail being used as a dildo and detaching on top of the magic was too much and just enough all at once and he squirmed as he felt it writhe inside him.  How long does the tail… uh… last?  Stiles blushed.

“Twenty four hours… then the flesh dissolves into pure cum.” Jackson smirked.

Oh.  Okay  Stiles nodded, sleepy and clinging to Jackson before his eyes went wide.  Wait… what!?!

Chapter 15: Blood Thinning

Notes:

This is as far as I have done so far.... just saying. The last 2 chapters are going to be worked on sometime in the next two months. (jan 2021)

Scott started panting as he reached for his inhaler.  He’d gone for his morning jog to clear his head and had to stop three or four times already to take a puff before he could start running again.  He wasn’t sure what was going on but he was pretty sure that something was massively wrong.  But he wasn’t sure what he felt about Deaton right now.  Sure the druid had explained about the cameras, they’d been for documenting what was going on for future druids.  Not that that made Scott feel any better about being recorded while he was fucked by his betas.  But that was the way things went sometimes.  He rolled his shoulders and looked out at the preserve and suddenly wished he’d brought his bike or his car.  Sighing he started slowly walking back.

It’d give him time to think, to really think about what had been going on lately.  But he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do that or not.  Thinking lately made him think about how he’d failed Stiles, how he was failing his pack, and how he was longing for Liam and Brett to be inside him again.  He’d started having Liam stay over so they could at least cuddle at night.  And he was close to just calling Brett to get him to cuddle too.  And the tightness in his chest told him that was happening regardless of how he felt about what had happened between them.  He sat down at the edge of the trail and puffed on his inhaler.

“Hey Brett?” He had hit the contact button and was listening to Brett on the other side, slightly out of breath and Scott felt a pang of jealousy.

“What’s up?” Brett huffed.

“Bad time?” Scott tried to contain his jealousy.

“Naw, just working out.  What’s up?”

“You want to move in?” Scott held his breath.

“With you…?”

“And Liam.”

“Liam’s living there too?”

“Yeah… I… I’ve needed him since…”

“Oh.” Brett seemed to pause.  “Are you going to want more of that?” Scott thought about it, blushing and feeling his face go pink as he swallowed.

“yes.”

“I don’t think I heard that.” Brett’s voice had a teasing tone.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes s…sir?” Scott flushed having said it.

“Not where I was going, but not a bad touch.” His voice holding his humor.

“What where you…”

“Say what you want.”

“what?” Scott blushed.

“You want me to do something; you want me to move in for a reason, you say that reason.” Brett supplied.

“I want you and Liam to have sex with me.”

“That’s very clean and generic.  I want specifics.” Scott’s face flushed; his cock hardening in his shorts and he suddenly regretted not wearing something more substantial for the run.

“I’m waiting.” He said after a long pause.

“I want you to fuck me.  I want you and Liam to fuck me.”

“More.”

“I want your cock in my ass and down my throat.  I want you to fuck me.  One at either end, one in my mouth and one in my ass.  Both of you in my ass.  Stretching me, owning me.  I need you to fuck me.” Scott closed his eyes, groping himself in this semi public place as he struggled to come to terms with what he’d just said and what he wanted.

“Sounds like you might be ready for that.” Brett chuckled.

“M-might?” Scott blushed as he stumbled over his words.

“Where are you?”

“at the edge of the preserve.”

“Out for your jog?”

“Yeah.”

“And you said that out loud?  Anyone around.” Brett grinned into his voice.

“a couple people.” Scott blushed harder.

“Whatcha wearing?”

“what…?” Scott’s eyes went wide.

“Did I stutter?” Brett’s voice got firmer.

“no sir.” Scott flushed.

“Good boi.  Now what are you wearing?”

“A tank top and my running shorts.” Scott blushed looking down at his clothes, suddenly questioning how this was going to be his first bit of phone sex and what his life was that it had led up to this.

“Take your tank off.” Brett’s voice was commanding as he seemed to be moving and Scott wondered if he was going somewhere more private so he could have some alone time while they talked about this.

“right here?” Scott’s voice was low.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Scott sat his phone down and pealed his shirt up over his head and sat it on the bench next to him before he picked up his phone again.  “Done.”

“Good.  Send me a picture.” Scott blushed and snapped a couple selfies and sent them off to Brett.  “Nice.  I can see you’re pretty happy to be there.” Brett chuckled.

“yeah.” Scott blushed.

“Adjust yourself so the tip is over the edge, and take a picture.”

“yes sir.” Scott blushed, and adjusted himself and took the picture.

“Good boi.  We’re going to play a game.  You’re going to tell me what you want us to do to you when I move in tonight, and everything I like to hear gets you to drop those shorts an inch.  You get your whole cock out and you can jerk off.  But if you jerk off you have to leave those shorts there and jog back home naked.  You cum before you jerk off, you can redress but you’re going to be naked when you help me move in.  You okay with that boi?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good boi.” Brett smiled.  “So get to talking.”

“Yes sir.” Scott felt his blush creeping down his chest as he started to speak.  “I want to suck you off… I liked sucking you off…”

“That earned you an inch.”

“Seriously?” Scott was a little taken aback by the easy victory.

“Yep.”

“okay.” Scott shifted his shorts down an inch, exposing not only his wet tip but the whole of the actual head.  He blushed bright red.

“Still with me?”

“yeah.” Scott panted.

“What else do you want to do?”

“I want to … to try rimming you.” Scott blushed. “I’ve never… and I… I want to eat you out.” He couldn’t believe he was saying this aloud.

“How about that glorious ass of Liam’s?”

“fuck I want to eat him out too….”

“And your tight not so virgin hole?” Brett’s smirk was in his voice.

“yes.” Scott breathed the word out, shaking as he did so, the realization that he wanted them to stick their tongues in his ass making him feel too hot for words.

“Say it.”

“I want you to stick your tongue up my ass.” Scott closed his eyes as he focused on just the feeling, picturing it.  Picturing them, him naked and spread as they delved into him, their tongues and fingers opening his tight passage as they worked him open.  “Your tongue… your fingers… both of you making out around my hole, in my hole…” Scott opened his eyes and realized that a man walking his dog had stopped to listen and felt his face turn crimson.

“Another inch.” Scott whimpered but lowered his shorts, more of his cock sliding into view.  “You’re heart rate is up.”

“I’m not alone.” Scott said just loud enough for Brett to hear.

“Someone you know?”

“no, some guy walking his dog.”

“What else do you want me to do to you?” Brett smirked.

“I want you to fuck me.” Scott looked at the total stranger, so much of his cock on display as he leaked precum like a leaky faucet.

“Go on.” Oh god, Scott whined.

“I want your thick cock in my ass, you and Liam.  I need it.  The pair of you spreading me open… the tight fullness of the pair of you taking me at once from behind, wringing pleasure out of my body that I didn’t know I wanted or deserved…” Scott looked right at the man and his dog.

“Another inch.” Scott inched his shorts down, half his ass and a good third or more of his cock was out in the open.

“fuck….”

“The humiliation and the exposure?”

“yes.” Scott hissed.

“He still watching you?” Brett was far too chipper about all of this.

“yes.” Scott couldn’t take his eyes off the man.

“Good.” Brett smirked.  “Another inch.” God Scott wasn’t sure what he did to deserve Brett right now but he was glad he’d done it.

“yes sir.” Scott moaned as he took that other inch, most of his ass now on the bench and at least half of his manhood now stood out from his crotch as he sat there trying to catch his breath.

“Take a selfie.” Scott bit his lip and took the picture and sent it to Brett, knowing full well that Brett could show that picture to anyone there with him.  He didn’t know, not for sure, that Brett was alone.  “Nice.” Brett cooed in his ear.

“thank you sir.”

“You have no idea how fucking hard you’re making me…” Brett’s voice got thick with lust.  “Drop them another inch.”

“yes sir.” Scott lifted up and his ass fully exposed, the waist band of his shorts sitting on his balls and the last few inches of his cock leaving him mostly on display.  “I’m almost completely out of the shorts… sir.” Scott moaned.

“Oh, and you’ve not had to jerk off yet.”

“I want to… so bad….” Scott whined.

“And you’re holding back from shooting your load…”

“So close…”

“Scott, when I move in, will you submit to me as your dominate?”

“like at the clinic?”

“Sort of.”

“Wha…” Scott started.

“I decide if you wear clothes, I decide if you masturbate.  I decide if you get to cum.  I decide when you have sex and where and with who.” Brett’s voice took on a tone.

“yes sir.” Scott panted out.  Something about those words connecting with him and making him feel like a missing piece he didn’t know had even been missing was now clicking into place inside him.  God he wanted that.  He wanted Brett to keep him naked and horny all the damn time now.  He wanted it bad.

“Another inch.”

“yes sir.” Scott was fully exposed save his balls.

“Photo.”

“Ye-yes sir.” Scott shivered and took a selfie and sent it away.

“Tell you what… I’ll give you an option… you’re taking those shorts off no matter what.  But if you can cum hands free in the next few minutes before I tell you to jerk off, then not only will I let you put your clothes back on to head home, but I’ll blow you when you’re helping me move in.  But if you jerk off, not only do you stay naked till tomorrow, neither Liam or I will touch your dick all night long while we’re fucking you and using your tight ass.  Every orgasm you have tonight will be hands free.”

“sir….” Scott panted, his voice going high at the end.

“Now take those shorts off.”

“Yes sir.” Scott slipped the shorts off and put them with his tank top.  He was sitting there completely naked, feeling like a whore in heat as his cock flexed with need.  Could he do it?  Could he come without touching himself?  That promise of a blow job was very tempting.  But something in him wanted to obey.  “I’m going to jerk off sir.”

“Not going to even try to cum without touching that whore cock of yours?” Fuck that word did things to him that made parts of him tighten inside.

“I want to submit to you sir.” Scott moaned, still aware of his audience that seemed to have grown a little.

“Stop and send me a selfie of you sitting there naked holding your cock.” Scott whined high in his throat but obeyed.  “Good boi.  Now get back to stroking that cock.”

“y-y-yes s-s-sir…” Scott took himself in hand, stroking his cock for all he was worth.  He wasn’t sure why he’d waited or fought this so much.  This was all he wanted as people watched he panted and moaned.  “so close…”

“Cum all over yourself whore.  And jog back naked dripping your own cum.” Bret’s voice was harsh in his hear.

“y… yes sir… he panted, arching his back and spraying his own load across his body.  The first few jets of cum arching up and spraying his chin with a thick load that dripped down onto his chest as the rest hit his pecks and then his abs, before just slowly leaking out.  He lay there panting as people clapped and he blushed.  The fuck had he just done.  Blushing he gathered up his clothes.

“I want you to take a picture.” He heard Brett say and blushed but stopped and took a picture of his face, his chest and abs before his cock.  “Holy fuck…. Yes.” Brett groaned.  “fuck.” He panted.  “You made me shoot my load.”

“you were jerking off too?!” Scott blushed.

“Damn right I was.  I had a sexy whore on the phone sending me shots of his naked body as he played with himself out in public.  I love this sort of thing.  We might have to keep you naked around the house, just keep that tight ass of yours all lubed up and ready for us to just fuck into any time we want.  I can’t wait to move in tonight and fuck you in your own bed.  Though… maybe Liam and I should get the bed and you sleep on the floor like our fucking pet.” Brett grinned.

“you want to make me your pet?” Scott blushed, starting his jog home with his clothes in his hand.  He did nothing to cover up because he knew Brett wanted to humiliate him, which was the point of this.

“Of course.  We’ll get you a butt plug with a tail.  I think that’d be perfect.” Brett grinned.  “You walking home?”

“Yes sir.” Scott blushed.

“Good boi.” Brett grinned as spoke.  “I’m going to go home and pack up I think.  Or maybe…” Brett paused.  “I’ll call you back.” Scott heard the click and held his phone in the other hand.  He wasn’t sure what was going on but he was pretty sure that he wasn’t supposed to know.  He was almost half way home when the phone rang and he answered.

“Scott?” Liam’s voice came through.  “I saw the photos.”

“oh?” Scott blushed, somehow it was more real with Liam knowing.  More right somehow.

“He told me about the moving in.”

“What do you think?” Scott breathed slowly.

“We’ll each get our own room to keep our stuff.  We’ll sleep in your room.  You don’t wear fucking clothing, and we’ll let you stay in the bed when we’re fucking you but otherwise you fucking sleep in the doggy bed I’m getting for you tonight.” Liam’s voice was harsh.

“yes sir.” Scott’s cock throbbed at that.  The commanding domination of Liam’s voice bringing him close to needing to touch himself, even as he walked home.  Fuck he wanted Liam to fuck him again so bad.

“Where are you Scott?” Brett asked casually.

“Half way home…” Scott blushed as he said it.

“Still naked?” He grinned into the phone.

“Yes…”

“I told you.” He was clearly talking to Brett in the background because that had been his voice Scott heard.

“I’m going to come get you, we’re helping Brett pack up.  Then we’re packing at my place.  And then you’re moving us in.”

“naked?” Scott blushed.

“Of course.  We’re going to stop to fuck you in our old rooms of course.  But I think that’ll do you a world of good to get fucked while we pack up.” Liam had a slight growl to his voice.

“Yes sir.” Scott blushed furiously.  He as going to have to jerk off again and soon, his balls felt too full to handle even thinking about this let alone the reality of it all.

“Your wanting to touch yourself again aren’t you?” Brett provided.

“yes sir.” Scott looked down at his cum slicked cock.

“Do it boi.” Liam commanded and Scott put them on speaker phone and set his phone to face timing them so they could watch in real time as he laid his clothes down and lay on top of them to play with himself.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” Scott whimpered, taking himself in hand.

“But you love it; your cock screams that out in pretty bold words for you.” Liam spoke softly but commanding.  “I’m pretty sure if one of us was there you’d let us fuck any hole you had.”

“yes…” Scott moaned; his body on fire with how horny he was.

“I’d love to see that.  Finger yourself Scotty.” Scott blushed as he began to suck his fingers slobbering all over his fingers before bringing them to his opening and slipping them into himself just as Liam had told him to do.  He gasped around the intrusion of his own fingers.

“You’re such a good little slut.” Liam grinned into the phone, glancing once in a while.

“Fuck… I could watch this all day.” Brett grinned.  “We’re definitely going to have to buy you toys to play with your ass…”

“Yes Sirs….” Scott whimpered, his body begging for release.  He’d already cum so hard earlier… he whimpered when he heard Liam’s voice closer than the phone.

“You look good enough to eat.” Scott’s eyes went wide as Liam knelt down and began to eat Scott’s wanton hole.

“oh fuck…” Scott panted; his body opening for Liam.

“That’s the general idea.” Liam smirked, licking a path up to Scott’s heavy balls and sucking them into his mouth as his fingers worked Scott that extra bit open.  Before tearing open a package of single use lube and lubing his cock up before lining himself against Scott’s opening and shoved in to the hilt.

“FUCK!” Scott gasped.

“You’re such a fucking slut.” Liam fucked him harder.

“Fuck… I’m tempted to drive out there and join you.” Brett spoke from where he could see everything.  Liam smirked.

“You should join us.” He grinned, turning so that Brett could see the thickness of him go into Scott who writhed around him.  “Fuck he’s still so tight even after last time.”

“He’ll stay tight for a while; once we get him used to us we might have to see about getting him tighter again.  Half the fun is in making him make that lovely sound when he’s stretched to the limit around us…” Brett cooed.

“You’re so right.” Liam nodded, bottoming out in Scott, holding himself there as other people jogged by, the man with his dog stopping to watch them.

“This the one you were on the phone with earlier?” He chuckled.

“No sir… this is my o-other dom… Liam.” Scott panted, naked, coated in his own cum and being fucked by his dom in public.

“Other dom?” The man looked taken aback.  “How many men do you have domming you boy?”

“T-two right now s-sir.” Scott tried to talk around the girth of Liam in his ass.

“Where’s the other one?” He looked around.

“Down here.” Brett said from the phone and the man shook his head.

“Teens today…” The man scoffed shaking his head.  “In my day we’d have had you tied to a tree and charged the neighbor kids a quarter to dump a load in that shapely ass of yours.  Then when you were good and dripping with it, we’d have tied your hands behind your back and made you run home with that big dong of yours swinging before tracking you back to your own room and fucking you in that bed of yours.” The old man shook his head.

“I like him… think we should do that Brett… keep Scott tied up naked and charge people to ride his tight pink hole?” Liam panted, his fingers digging into Scott’s hips as he pounded away.  He wasn’t long off yet from his own release.  The ideas, the plans, all of it playing through his head on a constant repeating loop.  It was all he could do not to cum right where he was.

“Oh I’m sure we can find people who will pay to fuck our tight little slut.” Brett chuckled.

“Maybe we’ll chain you to your bed and let them come in and fuck this… FUCK!” Liam roared as he came in Scott’s ass, burying himself fully to the hilt before collapsing on Scott, kissing his cum coated lips before pulling back and smiling at the guy who was still standing there watching them.  “You want a photo?”

“Sure!” The guy smirked, and started to pull out his phone.  Liam nodded, pealing off his cum drenched shirt from laying on Scott, and undid his jeans, rolling them down his ass to show off more of his cock and ass for the guy.  “You’re an eager one….” He chuckled.

“Oh I’m a nudist normally.  I just don’t get a chance to show off as much these days.”

“Shame that… you know…” The guy was taking close ups of Scott’s hard cock and Liam’s still swollen dick inside him.  “If you wanted, I’d take your clothes and his down to the gates… if I can fuck him when you get down there.”

“Hey Brett, meet him down at the gate and then we’ll drive back to yours and see about paying this guy and starting our day of moving in to our new place.”

“I’ll be there.” Brett hung up.  Liam smirked, pulling back to slip out of Scott and slip his clothes off down to just his shoes like Scott and packed his clothes up and tossed them into the back of his car and then grabbed Scott’s clothes and tossed them too.

“Here’s the key, drive her down and we’ll meet you there and you can fuck this cute little pet.” Liam tossed his keys to the man who nodded and got in the car driving away with their clothes.

“I can’t believe you did that.” Scott shivered looking around, feeling even more naked now.

“I like being naked.” He smiled before gesturing for Scott to walk a head of him.

“I thought you liked being seen…?” Scott blushed.

“I like looking at your ass more.” He chuckled and Scott’s face went crimson as he walked on down the hill slowly in front of Liam, aware that Liam’s cum was leaking from between his buns and down the back of his inner thigh.  “Fuck that is hot… makes me want to stop and eat you out right here… or fuck you again.”

“Really?” Scott blushed, not sure how he felt about this sort of exposure right now.

“You don’t see it do you.  You really are the hot girl everyone wants… and the fact that you want me to fuck you… that’s beyond flattering.”

“thanks.” Scott smiled, blushing deeply before he kept walking down.  Twenty minutes later they got down to the gate to the trail to find Brett standing there completely naked talking to the guy and his dog.  They waved and Scott went to Brett who grabbed his throat.

“My dirty little fucking slut needs to suck his master’s cock while this guy fucks your hole.”

“Yes sir.” Scott knelt down and started sucking Brett’s cock till he felt hands moving his ass up and something thick and long sliding into him.  Neither of them lasted all that long, and Brett wiped his wet cum coated cock on Scott’s face and they said their good buys, driving back to Brett’s house.  Brett had been crashing in the spared bedroom at his sister’s place for a while now, and he was happy to give her back her spare bedroom and move out.  Hugging her, having redressed before going up, Liam too was wearing clothes, and they talked with Brett’s sister as a very naked and hard Scott did most of the physical labor for them.

When everything but his sheets on the bed were packed, they fucked Scott bareback on the bed, leaving him there panting, in the wet spot he’d made as he came under them.  He panted, then washed and dried the sheets before packing them out to the car.  He couldn’t believe they made him wash and clean up the mess they made before they could go, but as he sat naked on a towel in the back of Brett’s car, he felt a little unsure about how this was going to go.  Before Brett’s hand came back and rested reassuringly on his thigh.

“You know we love you, right?”

“y-you do?” Scott bit his lip.

“You say you don’t want to be our bitch anymore, we’ll put you cloths out for you and cuddle.  We want to be with you.  This only works if you’re as into it as we are.”

“R-really?”

“Really.” Brett nodded, looking into the review mirror at Scott’s eyes.

“Okay.” Scott smiled, feeling better about his choices as they pulled up to Liam’s house.  Liam already inside talking to his parents when they knocked and were welcomed in.  Liam’s parent’s eyes kept going to Scott’s cock or his slick ass.  He blushed hard and then Mr. Dunbar started asking questions about if Scott’s mom knew about this.  He nodded, he had texted his mom a little bit to discuss it and she’d been fine with Liam moving in over the last few weeks little by little.  It hadn’t taken much to get her on board with Brett moving in and Liam being their full time when it was made clear that they’d be helping out with the money around the house.

“You given any thought to being naked more… professionally?” He asked Scott at one point.

“You mean porn?” Scott blushed.

“Well that’s one thing.  But I meant as a model, or as a full nudist.  Are you intending to attend school naked?  What about collage?  What about the rest of your life?”

“Being a vet.” Scott smiled.

“A fine job, but are you going to do it nude?” Scott blinked at him, he’d never thought about that before.

“I don’t know…”

“It’s something to think about.  If you want to get practice in, I could use a model to help out at the hospital.” He smiled.

“At the hospital…” Scott frowned.

“Some of my student doctors need to learn how to give prostate exams, how to get sperm samples, and how to insert a catheter.” He smirked and Scott blushed.  “And I think it’d help you get a grip on just how much you want to show of yourself.”

“That’s a good idea…”

“Have you told your mom about this?”

“Not yet…”

“Have you been naked in front of her?” He asked calmly.

“Not yet.” Scott blushed now.  The idea hadn’t even crossed his mind about the fact he’d have to be naked in front of his mom at some point.  He bit his lip as he thought it through.

“You might want to think about that.” He nodded at Scott.

“yeah…” He bit his lip harder.  “How do you guys handle Liam’s nudity?” He looked over to Liam who was completely naked helping Brett pack some stuff.

“Well it’s not like we had all that much choice.” He chuckled.  “The first time we realized it, we found him sprawled out on the living room sofa completely naked, rock hard, stroking away furiously at his cock, and he came just as we walked in the front door.  He was embarrassed, and stammered out he’d been showering and dropped his clothes and they fell out the window so he’d come down to get them.” He laughed then.  “And out on the patio were his balled up clothes clearly thrown from his bedroom window…”

“oh god…” Scott smiled.

“I told him it was fine, if he liked touching himself that was good, and if he liked being naked that was good.  And had to have the right time right place talk with him.  Which I think he ignored.  But then I told him that if he wanted to jerk off in front of me, he’d better be ready for a lecture about the reasons behind why things felt good.  So he masturbated and I explained the male reproductive system to him.”

“God…” Scott scoffed with a smirk, looking out at Liam.  “I can’t imagine doing that with my dad.”

“Never been naked around him?”

“I think he might have walked in on me once while I was jerking off, but we never talked about it.  He just started knocking when I stayed with him.”

“Everyone’s different.” Mr. Dunbar nodded.  “But I can see what Liam sees in you.” Scott blushed.  “Oh not just the looks.  You’ve been a massively positive influence on Liam’s life.  Before meeting you he was in a dark place, now he’s moving out before we expected, but his grades are up, he’s looking at collages, he’s got a real shot at going because of his grades.  And you found that in him.  We couldn’t reach him, you did.  So I don’t have any apprehension about him going to live with you and Brett.  I can see the way you three are together.  And it makes me happy he found the both of you so young.”

“Thank you sir.” Scott blushed then, letting the fringe of his hair fall forwards as he bowed his head a little to look down.  “I’m not sure I had a whole lot to do with his improvements.”

“I do.” Mr. Dunbar smiled and patted Scott on his thigh.  “How about you get the boys to come in and take a photo before you boys head out.” Scott nodded and started towards the patio door before Mr. Dunbar spoke again.  “Oh and see if Brett will take his clothes off too.”

“W-why?” Scott blushed.

“I think it’d be nice to have a nice group photo of you all to put on the wall.”

“N-nude?” Scott’s eyes went wide.

“Well sure.” Mr. Dunbar got up and walked Scott over to the wall where there were pictures of their family, most of them Liam was nude.  Scott blushed, having trouble imagining a world where his mom kept pictures of him naked on the walls.  “And we’ll put the new one we print today of the three of you in the middle here.” He smiled and patted Scott on the shoulder.  “Go on and get them.

“Y-yes sir.” Scott blushed and left the room, shaking his head to find the guys in the back yard horsing around.

“Hey, I was just saying we could use a cool down blow job…” Brett smirked.

“Your dad wants to know if we’ll go pose for a family photo… without Brett’s clothes…” Scott bit his lip.

“Sure.” Brett shrugged as he shed his clothes, standing there naked and hard, and loving the way Scott’s eyes were drawn to him and how both he and Liam both got hard looking at his naked form.  “Well that’s an ego boost.” He chuckled before coming in for a hug and walking between the two in to where Mr. Dunbar had already set up a digital camera.  “Where do you want us?” With some directing they settled with a photo of Scott between the boys, all of them smiling and having fun, their cocks rock hard and in the case of Scott’s, drooling precum from the swollen tip.

And then they finished packing up Liam’s belongings and Scott was the only one who staid naked as he moved them into the house.  Once everything was moved in, they fucked him, fucked him hard, leaving thick loads in every opening he has to fuck.  Only then did they decide to go to the store, keeping Scott completely naked as they bought him a dog collar, dog bed, some dog dishes, and stopped off at the sex shop for various toys.  Which was how, with a large butt plug and his custom tags they’d had pay for, Scott was sitting there in only his collar and the butt plug inside him when his mom came home that night.

Once Melissa indicated that so long as their rent was on time she didn’t care if they all walked around naked, they were settled in, one last fucking of Scott to stretch and load his hole and they went to sleep in his bed, leaving Scott to curl up naked on the large dog bed they’d gotten him as they tucked him in with a thin blanket, Brett stopping to toy with Scott’s swollen cock, he’d not been allowed to cum during all the fun of moving in.  And under threat of a cock cage he’d been told never to masturbate himself without permission.  So uneasily Scott slept, his hard cock a constant reminder of how his life had shifted.

***

Scott woke up face down in his new bed, a big thick cock being shoved back and forth in his tight ass.  He let out a low moan as his body spasmed as he came down his own body as Brett let out a growl and came in him.

“He’s up, your turn Liam.” Brett smacked his ass and chuckled as he walked away.  Scott staid laying on his face and neck as Liam entered him from behind, and Brett moved to get something from Scott’s closet.  He could just barely see his legs from where he was, and he felt Liam move weird, looking back he watched him shake his head, looking back at Brett.

“Wha…..fuck….” He whined high in his throat.

“Picking out something nice and slutty for you to wear in public today.” Liam gave a particularly brutal thrust of his cock into Scott’s skyward ass.  It didn’t take long before he was loading Scott’s ass with cum too and sliding his larger butt plug into place making Scott grunt, almost on the verge of another orgasm himself.  “I like that one.” Liam chuckled, smacking Scott’s ass and making him get up to look at the clothes.  A pair of short shorts that would have him practically falling out of them.  He’d worn them back in middle school before he started puberty.

There was no way he could wear those and not look obscene, especially given how thread bare they were.  And then the low cut tank top would also show off his collar to anyone who dared look at him.  He blushed furious as he got dressed, feeling obscene as he did so.  But ultimately he had given up his control over the situation because of how much he loved what it did to him.  Biting his lip he turned to face his masters and they gave him their approval before smacking his ass and making him walk down in front of them.  The butt plug visible through the thin material as it forced his ass cheeks apart.

Riding in the car was an experience for Scott, he felt every bump along the way and the vibration of the car was making the hard piece of silicon in his ass vibrate against his prostate which only made his hard cock pour out more precum as he struggled not to touch himself the whole way there to school.  Getting out Liam reached over and adjusted him till he was sticking straight out from his groin.

“All the better for them to see your humiliation.” Liam smirked as they left the car and Scott blushed as he made his way inside, walking causing the toy in his ass to slowly fuck in and out of his tight hole.  Whimpering he walked in and not thinking sat down entirely too hard on the hard plastic chair, slamming the toy into his prostate and making him sob as he damn near came.

“Something you want to share with the class Mr. McCall?” Harris sighed.

“N-no s-sir…” Scott gripped his desk, his body spasming as he clung to anything solid trying not to cum from the pressure the bad angle had put on his prostate.  He started trying to discretely move to position it better but Harris spoke again.

“And stop fidgeting.” He sighed.  “You’re as bad as Stilinski some days.” He sighed.  “Speaking of… looks like he’s skipping my class again.” Scott looked around and realized Stiles wasn’t in class.  He wondered what was going on but his mind was on other things quickly as one last attempt to move had been wrong and sent the bulk of the toy harder into his prostate and Scott was biting his lip as he came.  His load soaking his thin shorts as he shook and whimpered.

“Mr. McCall…” Harris pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Y-y-yes s-s-sir…” Scott moaned.

“What the hell is the problem now?”

“I… uh… I…” Scott blushed.

“You can either tell me now or you can stand up and tell the whole class.” Harris gave him a look.

“I came.” Scott flushed scarlet.

“You what?” Harris blinked.  “You…”

“Came sir.” Scott looked down.

“Were you masturbating…?” He blinked at him.

“No… I’m not…” Scott covered his mouth.

“You’re not what?” Scott shook his head.  “Speak up McCall.” Scott shook his head.  “Or it’s detention, again.”

“I’m not allowed to masturbate, sir.” Scott felt ashamed now.

“Not… allowed…” Harris blinked owlishly at him now.  “Who’s not allowing you to masturbate?” Harris was secretly eating this up.

“My dominates.” Scott closed his eyes.

“Your… and plural… so you have two people who dominate you… and that makes you…?” He smirked now.

“Their submissive.” The class went very quiet now.  Scott McCall was a submissive sexually.  No one had even thought that sort of thing before.

“Stand up.”

“Sir…”

“Stand. Up.  You clearly like being told what to do.  So I’m giving you and order McCall, stand up.” Scott blushed furiously but stood up, his hard cock was completely revealed through the thin now completely transparent cum soaked shorts.  “If you weren’t masturbating in class McCall, how’d you cum?”

“…..” Scott mumbled.

“Louder McCall.”

“I have a large butt plug in my ass and I sat down to hard and at a bad angle and it….”

“Milked your prostate for you.  Why do you have a butt plug in you McCall, you their bottom too?”

“yes sir.” Harris goggled at Scott who’s face was crimson with shame.  “They wanted to keep my hole open for their big cocks…” Scott looked down, his cock throbbing at the humiliation, the degradation, and the way the class was not so quietly whispering about his sexuality.

“I see…” Harris frowned, thinking about it.  “Well we can’t have you wearing those messy things… can we.”

“S-sir?” Scott’s eyes went wide.

“Take them off and put them on my desk.  You may have them back at the end of class when they’ve dried and aren’t so… transparent.”

“But I’ll…”

“Be what?  Nude?  You’re practically that in them, and now that they’re wet you’re your cum, it’s not exactly like you’re not showing everyone in class your cock.  So let’s have it McCall.  Shorts on my desk.” Harris pointed and Scott blushed as he came up and pulled them down, revealing the thick plug parting his cheeks and handed them over before turning to face the class bottomless, his hard cock still leaking a clear fluid at the tip.  “Oh and McCall…” Scott stopped mid step.  “Do sit down more carefully.  I’d hate for you to cum again so soon.” Scott blushed and gently sat down, in truth it only put enough pressure to keep him hard for the rest of class but he was aware of the whispers and comments about him, even if they were only half heard.  And then class passed and he was allowed to redress with the understanding that should he arrive in Harris’ class in such a state again he’d be leaving those shorts with him for the day.

Scott went on to his next class and no Stiles again.  He was starting to get a little worried, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.  And a couple class periods passed that they didn’t have together but just before lunch he notice that yet again there wasn’t any Stiles.  And Jackson wasn’t in that class either.  Frowning he went to the office and checked the out sick list.  Sure enough Jackson and Stiles had signed off for today.  Frowning he left and walked out to his car.  He texted Liam.

Stiles is out sick.  So’s Jackson.  I don’t like it.  Going to check it out.

Liam fired back.

So long as you’re back to give me a ride home, I’m good with it.  I’ll let Brett known.  Also, we know about Harris’ class this morning.

Shit.  Scott sighed and sent.

Sorry.

Liam took a bit to text back.

We’ll discuss punishments tonight.  That didn’t sound ominous at all.  Scott sighed and started his car driving over to Jackson’s house.  He knew some of the Kanima should be home today.  He couldn’t remember all of their class Schedules but he knew Isaac was in enough honors classes that he didn’t come to school in the mornings anymore.  He ran up to the door and had to stop to puff on his inhaler.

He barely had the strength to pound on the door before falling to his knees huffing and puffing.  The door opened slowly and Isaac stood there.  “Can I help you?”

“Stiles.  Not at… school…” He took another hit of his inhaler.

“Yeah… he took the day off.”

“why?”

“If you must know we figured it’d be better than exposing magic to all the normal people in the school.” Isaac sighed.

“W-what?” Scott slowly got up, huffing hard.

“He did some big magic, big for even him yesterday, and as a result of over doing it, he’s tired and weak and can’t control his power.  Part of this morning he had the hiccups and every time he hiccupped, he’d end up teleporting somewhere in the house.  Then the last time I saw him a couple hours ago he was sitting on the ceiling reading because gravity had inverted for him.”

“W-where?” Scott had to take another hard puff of his inhaler.  “Where is he?”

“Upstairs in Jackson’s room but I wou-” Scott took off running up the stairs.  “Well fine, be that way.” Isaac rolled his eyes.  “If he’s still on the ceiling ask him to check out that stain on the ceiling in the study, we can’t reach it and none of us have wanted to get near it for the smell!” He called after Scott and shrugged, it wasn’t his problem to deal with.  Though he did wonder when Scott had turned into such a raging slut.  He stuck of sex and he had to know that everyone with in sniffing range of him could probably smell it on him.  Shaking his head he went back towards the milking room, he’d been meaning to get a load off before he went to school anyways.

Scott stormed upstairs, storming his way through Jackson’s bedroom door and landing with a clatter on the floor, startling both Jackson who’d been in his bed, and Stiles who was sitting on the ceiling.

What the hell Scotty… Stiles blinked at him.

“I’m with him… what the hell…?”

“w-weren’t… at… sc-school…” Scott panted.

“And so you like a dozen guys fuck you before you came to check on us?” Jackson wrinkled his nose.

“N-not a d-dozen.” Scott blushed, pulling out his inhaler and not having any luck with it.  Stiles rolled his eyes and stood up on the ceiling before walking over to the space above Scott and flexing his magic slowly tumbled down the wall to sit next to Scott.

Honestly Scotty… Stiles put his hand on Scott’s chest and eased his breathing, frowning as he touched him and giving Jackson a sharp look.  Jackson had the good graces to blush and look away.

“What?” Scott frowned.

He and I need to have an adult grown up boyfriends conversation.  Stiles narrowed his eyes.

“Why…?”

“Because I may have done some stuff out of anger and didn’t tell Stiles…” Jackson blushed.

Did some stuff and didn’t tell Stiles… that should be on a LOT of people’s grave stones.  Stiles sighed before patting Scott on the chest.  Where you going to tell me?

“Maybe…?” Jackson blushed.

“What… did… did he do something to me?” They both looked at Scott.  Jackson with shock and Stiles with a sadness.  “You bastard, what the hell did you do to me, what the fu-” Jackson dodged back and picked up something from his bedside and the world went black for Scott as his body went limp and he fell to a heap on the floor.

Was that necessary?  Stiles crossed his arms.

“He was abusing you.”

And today? Stiles arched a brow.

“He…”

Was a distraction so I wouldn’t ask questions about that thing, even though I can feel it’s magic all over him and I know you changed him to be less of a werewolf, he’s almost fucking human now Jackson.

“I needed to make sure he couldn’t hurt you… couldn’t take you away from me… couldn’t…”

Jackson… Stiles cupped his cheek.  I am stronger now because of you.  I’m healing because of you.  And because of what you did with that.  But you have to do something about Scott…

“Can’t I just dial him up to a higher level of slut and let him fuck himself to death?” Jackson half joked.

Not funny. Stiles crossed his arms.

“Fine…” Jackson huffed and started working on the tablet again.  “I still think he’d made a great unrepentant cum dump of a slut.” He muttered.

And I want the option to have my best friend back when this is all said and done.

“You…”

I don’t know.  I don’t know if I’ll ever trust him enough again.  But I want it to at least be on the table.  So maybe… you fix him so he’s not going to suffocate because of those fucking inhalers?

“I can do that.” Jackson typed away.

Good.  And I want an inventory list of everything you’ve done with that.

“Why?” Jackson looked taken aback.

Because this morning I trusted you to use that with your head and think things through.  Now I know you’ve done at least one mean thing to someone out of spite and fear.  I want to know what else you’ve done so I can trust you again.  Or else what the fuck are we even doing here?  Stiles sighed mentally.

“okay.” Jackson’s shoulders slumped as he typed away.

Hey, you fix him and we’ll let him sleep it off downstairs, and then maybe we can go over the list together and I’ll decide if I’m staying the rest of the day or if I need to go home.  Okay?

“Okay.”  Jackson stood there in just his sleep pants snuggly clinging to his hips while he typed and slid settings back and forth on the display tablet.  Stiles shook his head at him and walked over to the spot he’d been sitting and reached out as his book fell down to his hands.

I’m going to go lay down and read a bit in the other room.  When you’re done have Isaac take him downstairs and I’ll come cuddle and we can go over the list of things you’ve done.

“Sure.” Jackson nodded, his mind too busy chewing on the fact that Stiles had called them boyfriends.  Stiles had used the word before he had, not that he’d said it exactly.  He wasn’t sure what to feel or think about that, but he was pretty sure that Stiles had used it after he’d scanned Scott and found out about how much Jackson had screwed Scott up.  So maybe that was still applicable?  He wasn’t sure.  He glanced up and watched Stiles leave and waited till his steps were far enough away.

“Now… let’s see about increasing that slutty sex drive of yours…”

***

Scott woke up hazy, his breathing felt better than it had in ages, but there was a strange almost burning sensation in his ass now.  He couldn’t quite place it.  He was laying there panting, the room felt hot and he started flapping the thing shirt that Brett had picked out, trying to get some air on his too hot skin.  “what’s wrong… with me…?” He panted.

“I think you may have gone into heat.” Isaac reached out and ran a cool cloth across Scott’s forehead.

“so good…” He whined, moving Isaac’s hand down his body till he was enticing him to twist the rag against his sensitive and swollen nipples.

“Someone’s horny…” Isaac snickered.

“need your dick… so bad…” Scott was shivering as his thighs rubbed against one another, his hand going down to squeeze his throbbing cock.  He wanted nothing more than to tear his clothes off and stroke his cock but he didn’t have permission.  Hell he hadn’t even asked if they wanted him fucking or rather being fucked by other people.  He whined as Isaac’s hand ghosted down his abs.  “w-wait…” Scott panted.

“Second thoughts.”

“N-need permission.”

“From?” Isaac arched his brow in curious observation.

“Liam and Brett… not supposed to touch myself with out permission… figure same for sex…” Scott panted, pulling his phone out and struggling to figure out how to unlock it.  Isaac sighed heavily, taking his phone and unlocking it for him he scrolled through till he found Liam’s number.  He hit dial.

“You about ready to come back with the car?” Liam asked.

“Almost.” Isaac grinned and he could almost hear the confusion.  “Your alpha… or should I say your submissive, has gone into heat… he’s currently begging me to fuck him senseless… but he had enough sense to know he should call and ask permission but I’m not entirely sure he’s going to be able to speak English if I wait much longer.”

“Send me photos and you can fuck him all you like.” Liam chuckled.

“Thanks.  I’ll bring him back with me.”

“I look forwards to it!”

Notes:

Also at this point 15/17 chapters is written, they'll be uploaded on a bi-weekly basis.

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