[Jock Strap] Challenge Accepted

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I love you, Stiles whimpered against his Alpha’s mouth, words lost against the soft swell of Scott’s lips and torn apart with the flick of his tongue. “I need you.” Stiles’ voice hitched, sucking hard on his boyfriend’s lips. His heart was racing, but Stiles couldn’t regret his honesty now,not  when the only one who could make sense of his mind was Scott.  ”I should have been more careful. I don’t want to let you down. Please…”

He kissed across Scott’s jaw, fighting to reach the dizzying scent that lingered around his throat. It drowned out what Stiles noticed of the blood. There was so much caked on his hands, it hurt to move his fingers. Scott’s cheek was soft against his, and his heart was racing so loudly, it was all Stiles could hear. He sank deeper and deeper into his mate’s grasp, whinnying long and low, just for Scott’s benefit.

Stiles didn’t notice when Scott’s phone rang. He was too busy trying to forget everything that wasn’t his boyfriend holding him down. They had to get out of here before someone noticed that Stiles looked like a murderer.

An unknown number flashed across Scott’s screen. Cora Hale had only one message to deliver. “Scott McCall?” She even sounded angry on the phone. “I found Jackson. He’s at the hospital.”

“You don’t let me down.” Every noise won from Stiles’s mouth was a victory and he rode his hips forward. “I’ll take care of you, it’s gonna be okay.” Anxiety melted away as he nuzzled against his friend, the wolf finally satisfied that they were both whole. He ran careful fingers down bloodstained fabric, bunching the t-shirt up to slide his hands across Stiles’s chest.

He could feel the pain buzzing like electricity through his beta’s nerves and the scent of blood and stress still heavy in the cramped car. Scott wished he could do something to ease it as if he could draw it straight from the skin like a poison. He wasn’t prepared for the black veins that raced up his arm or the way his chest opened, touching something private and vulnerable and filling it full of pain. The alpha gasped and jerked back, smacking his head against the ceiling. Dark eyes blinked back tears as he stared down in shock, swimming in an intimate ache that wasn’t his own. The phone buzzed in his pocket and Scott jumped, scrambling to pull it free.

His features hardened and he murmured thanks before slipping the phone away. “I want you to go home, Stiles. You need to get cleaned up, I’ll take care of this.” Scott kissed the side of his friend’s face, shaking his hand to get rid of the lingering pain and groping for the door handle. “Go home, no arguing. I’ll call you as soon as I hear anything.”

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Scott was his own worst critic. Yet Scott couldn’t afford to stop. At the end of the day, he was the only one holding their pack together. Derek was too stuck on what he’d been taught made a werewolf pack to do any real good. The moment he had a chance, he’d convert anyone and anything that looked like they could survive the bite. Stiles was too volatile, and after today, maybe he ought to understand that he was dangerous, too.

Scott’s mouth left him lightheaded. The insistent tug of his hands, and the familiarity of the weight pinning him down made Stiles fall apart. A strangled groan escaped him, and he mapped out the lines of Scott’s back, starting from his shoulders and working his way down a path of toned muscle and warm skin. He settled his grip low on Scott’s ass, keeping him from bumping against the dashboard with a possessive touch.

"I needed to hurt them," Stiles rasped, eyes screwed shut as he chased his boyfriend’s mouth. I’m sorry, he didn’t say. They killed Jackson and Lydia.

They didn’t deserve this. They were doing so well. Stiles wanted to go home, and help paint Scott’s door. He wanted to buy a pie from Ma’s, and spend the next week in a food coma or tasting his mate’s smile. “Don’t leave.”

“I know.” A part of him wanted to hurt them too. Lydia had always been nice to him, even when they’d both been using each other. He was a rising star and Jackson hated him, which made him perfect to reminder her ex-boyfriend how little she needed him. Scott was looking to forget what he really wanted and how he put Stiles at risk, finding it in soft curves and everything that Stiles wasn’t. It had been awkward, she was aggressive and confident in what she wanted and he had fumbled, unsure and learning, but she never asked him for more than he was willing to give. Scott remembered her smile at the Winter formal when she pushed him towards Stiles like she was taking credit for their relationship. Knowing Lydia, she probably dd.

Jackson he hated and wouldn’t have minded getting a few good punches in, but Scott didn’t want him to die. He didn’t want anyone to die, even after everything Jackson and his goons had put him through.

“I’m not going to leave.” Scott said, stroking his hands through his boyfriend’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I should have been more careful, I won’t make that mistake again. Your dad can handle what happened and the twins can tell Deucalion our message, I’m going to take you home.” He pressed his beta back against the head rest, kissing him to seal his promise.”

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[Jock Strap] Challenge Accepted

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Stiles was himself. He had to believe that. He just didn’t feel like he was all there. 

The first time he’d ever lost control, there was a voice in the back of his head that was distinctly foreign. It whispered wickedness through a mind that was too willing to succumb. He’d believed every seductive promise and would have sacrificed the world for a chance to prove his worth. He almost had. But now, there was no monster to ferret out, just the sound of his own unsteady breathing to fill his thoughts… And maybe, the frantic beat of someone else’s pulse.

Stiles couldn’t have pulled away from Scott if he wanted to, hiding impossibly sharp claws against his shirt, with only the barest of courtesy keeping him from trying to cut it to ribbons. He drowned himself in his mate’s scent, letting his eyes fall shut as he tripped over his own feet in his haste. 

"OOF!"

He probably should have kept at least one eye open.

Stiles draped his arms over Scott’s shoulders as Roscoe’s lumpy seats dug into his back. The longer they stayed like this, the longer Stiles felt like his world made more sense. “How?” He asked, breathless and tired, but something harsher slipped into his tone, more frantic. It wasn’t the first time Stiles asked, but it was the first time in their new pack that he’d made such a rash decision. “How are you always in control!?”

It was an awkward squeeze, there wasn’t enough room for two in one seat and Scott had to duck his head to keep from smacking himself against Roscoe’s roof, but he refused to move until he was sure Stiles was going to be alright. He wriggled, catching an elbow in his side and the center console dug painfully into his thigh as he finally managed to straddle his friend in the passenger seat.

“I’m not.” He admitted quietly as he settled himself in Stiles’s lap. How was this control? He was so worried he couldn’t let go, the wolf wanting to touch every part of his beta to make sure there were no wounds and everything was in its place. Scott ran his hands through the other boy’s hair, tugging his head back to kiss beneath Stiles’s chin. “This isn’t control, I feel like I’m fighting all the time not to go crazy. I can’t let go for a second or I’ll turn into a monster that kills people again.”

Scott bit down on the boy’s jaw, kissing along to his ear and tracing along the shell delicately with his tongue. “I won’t let you lose it, I promise. I won’t let you turn into me.” It didn’t matter how his eyes burned, they were cold blue beneath and he knew it. That would never happen to Stiles, he would never allow it. If his friend struggled to keep his beast inside, then Scott would just make sure he was never alone, alpha pack be damned. He could handle Deucalion alone. “Tell me you’re okay?”

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Stiles knew nothing but the need for survival, and more importantly, the need to feed his fury. The shift rippled through him, cracking bone and twisting muscle and flesh. His features cracked and rebuilt themselves in the form of something canine, feral and angry. Stiles didn’t recognize himself, or the way he felt. He surrendered to the power rushing through his veins, and the feel of crumbling earth beneath his feet. He wanted to tear the world apart. He wanted to watch it die.

Then all at once, his world shattered, and Stiles was on his back. Stiles couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t find his knees, but it didn’t matter while he was floating. Stiles didn’t know how that was possible. How could he be floating, when he’d never felt so secure?

"Scott?" Stiles whispered, holding onto his Alpha with unstead hands. Blood smeared across Scott’s elbows, but Stiles couldn’t notice anything other than the wolf holding him down. Cotton filled his head, but he didn’t need to think to tilt his head back, so eager to show submission. 

He pushed himself up on legs that felt like they were made of jello, leaning heavily against his partner. He whimpered, low in his throat as he tucked himself against Scott’s side, slowly coming back to himself. “I don’t…”

He couldn’t hear the Alpha Twins anymore. They could have been a million miles away, but just around the bend, he could hear what sounded like enough people to fill a stadium.

Scott threw his arm around his friend, holding him close and half carrying him away from the body. “Tell Deucalion I want to talk to him.” He growled as the twins let him pass. He barely knew the senior, he’d seen him around school but they’d never spoken. Someone had killed him brutally and it wasn’t the alphas, there was another killer in Beacon Hills who hunted innocents.

Some days, moving away to New York seemed like a really good idea.

He’d missed enough school this year that one more day couldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like his grades could slip any lower. Scott made a mental note to do something about that problem, another issue for the list. They made their escape in the chaos of the hallways, classes spilling out as rumors spread. It wasn’t long before the whole school knew about the body of their classmate strung up and left for them to find. No one would notice that they cut out early and if they did, they could just blame it on shock and trauma.

Scott kept his friend’s face buried in his shoulder to keep anyone from seeing just how far from human Stiles had gotten. The minutes seemed like eons before they made it to the parking lot, stealing the keys from Stiles’s pocket and stuffing him into Roscoe before climbing in on top of him. “Look at me, Stiles. We’re gonna go home, but you’ve got to put the claws away. I’m sorry, I was wrong but you’re okay now.”

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[Jock Strap] Challenge Accepted

nevertrustastilesthing:

Stiles knew nothing but the need for survival, and more importantly, the need to feed his fury. The shift rippled through him, cracking bone and twisting muscle and flesh. His features cracked and rebuilt themselves in the form of something canine, feral and angry. Stiles didn’t recognize himself, or the way he felt. He surrendered to the power rushing through his veins, and the feel of crumbling earth beneath his feet. He wanted to tear the world apart. He wanted to watch it die.

Then all at once, his world shattered, and Stiles was on his back. Stiles couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t find his knees, but it didn’t matter while he was floating. Stiles didn’t know how that was possible. How could he be floating, when he’d never felt so secure?

"Scott?" Stiles whispered, holding onto his Alpha with unstead hands. Blood smeared across Scott’s elbows, but Stiles couldn’t notice anything other than the wolf holding him down. Cotton filled his head, but he didn’t need to think to tilt his head back, so eager to show submission. 

He pushed himself up on legs that felt like they were made of jello, leaning heavily against his partner. He whimpered, low in his throat as he tucked himself against Scott’s side, slowly coming back to himself. “I don’t…”

He couldn’t hear the Alpha Twins anymore. They could have been a million miles away, but just around the bend, he could hear what sounded like enough people to fill a stadium.

Oh thank god. Scott grabbed Stiles by the back of his head, pulling him in close to rest their foreheads together as he tried to slow his racing heart before his own shift would tear itself free. His hands roamed anxiously over his best friend to see if Stiles was hurt and reassure himself that he was still in one piece. “I’m sorry, it was a stupid plan. I should have been there sooner. You’re okay, everything’s okay.”

Scott was done, he wanted to pack Stiles away in his jeep, go home, and spend the rest of the day wrapped up in each other in bed. Let the alphas wait another day, they were stretched too thin as it was and something was bound to break. It was only a matter of time before one of them really did get hurt, but Scott could at least make sure it wasn’t going to be today. The alpha twins skidded to a stop, unsure whether to attack while their targets were down or if the risk of getting caught with so many humans nearby was too great.

“Oh my god, he’s dead!! Kyle!”

The boy glanced over at where his classmates had gathered and then back to the twins. “Did you do this?!”

Confusion was clear on their faces as Ethan and Aiden looked at each other, abandoning their prey to see what had caused the commotion. The boy’s body slumped against the tree, rope tied tight around his neck, or what was left of his neck. Ragged claw marks had severed his throat all the way to the boy’s spine.

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[Jock Strap] Challenge Accepted

nevertrustastilesthing:

Stiles felt like he’d downed five energy drinks all at once. His skin was too tight to hold him, threatening spill everything he had. Anger left a bitter taste on his tongue, and his wolf devoured it, thriving off all it had to offer with bloodthirsty greed. His arms no longer ached, but the memory of pain kept him grounded. Their hands had been so heavy.

Stiles took advantage of the distraction to shove his claw through the closest twin’s chest.

Aiden howled, doubling over, and Stiles demanded more. His ears rang, but every cell in his body roared. The entire school would have heard him. The entire city might have, too, but Stiles didn’t expect the other twin to lurch in place, automatically grabbing at his chest. Stiles pulled back, bringing as much as he could with him. The stench of blood tore through his mind, and the only thing that managed to cut through it was a righteous sense of victory. He could have sworn Aiden never stopped howling. Stiles had no way of knowing it was only in his mind. 

He charged at the source of the scream, going too fast and with less humanity than he’d started at the beginning of the day. This was a mistake, a tired voice whispered in the back of his mind. It sounded like his sanity, and all Stiles could think of was how something that felt so good could be anything but right.

Coach’s shrill whistle pierced through the air, and someone was pleading for the police to come. Stiles was almost close enough to pounce.

This couldn’t have gone more wrong. They’d been pushed to their limits, exhausted and overwhelmed, still learning to control a creature that refused to submit to simple humanity. Scott saw the moment Stiles was lost, pulled under by rage and instinct and lashing out to destroy anything he perceived as a threat. The twins might have been alphas, but the sudden attack took them by surprise and there was suddenly so much blood. No no no! It wasn’t supposed to go like this! The smell made him queasy, bringing up memories of stained hands and his alpha’s howl.

“Shit!”

The plan was abandoned as Stiles broke free and nothing else mattered but catching him. They couldn’t lose control here, there were too many innocent people around to get hurt! He shouldn’t have Stiles to act as bait, he knew how tenuous control could be when you were tired and angry. He’d made a mistake and now people could get hurt because of his short sightedness. Scott took off running after his beta, leaving the alpha twins behind to tend to their own wounds. He didn’t care that they wobbled to their feet with murder in their eyes or that they followed behind at his heels. The only thing that mattered was stopping Stiles before anyone saw them.

It wasn’t the first time Scott thanked his werewolf abilities to be able to run without gasping for air. The perks didn’t outweigh the cost, but they did have their moments. He saw his friend gather himself to spring, muscles tensed and loaded like a gunshot. Before Stiles had a chance, Scott crashed into him, sending them both tumbling hard into the grass. The alpha struggled to pin him down, eyes red and his own control slipping in his panic. “Stiles!” he hissed, voice laced with an inhuman echo.

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[Jock Strap] Everything Changes (drabble)

Scott sighed at his reflection in the mirror, running a hand through long hair. He looked the same on the outside, the wounds long since healed with smooth unbroken skin and a brilliant smile covering the bleeding cracks beneath. The smile still hadn’t changed though the edges were sharper now. His shoulders broader than he remembered and settled under the weight of actual human lives counting on him not to make a mistake…and the ones he’d failed. A child looked back at him, but Scott felt like he was a thousand years old.

It had only been a few months, hadn’t it? He’d been worried about fitting in and trying to finally be noticed, promising himself that this year would be different. He’d have friends for the first time, he’d make it on the lacrosse team, he would be more than the kid wheezing on the side lines or the jock’s favorite punching bag. Now he was worried about losing control and people dying because he was a monster pretending he was human.

He didn’t have a right to look like this anymore, he wasn’t this person. It was time to grow up and accept what he was instead of trying to fight it. The wolf wasn’t something separate that stalked the halls of his mind and ran riot through his blood, it was a part of him. There was no line dividing them. He was a monster and he was human, the trick was bringing the two together so they didn’t tear him apart.

“Scott honey, are you sure?” His mother called up the stairs and the boy switched the bathroom lights off, heading down to meet her.

“I’m sure. It’s time for a change, don’t you think?”

She smiled, pulling her son into a hug. Melissa could feel that something was wrong, her son was struggling, but he didn’t talk to her like he used to. It was sad, but maybe it was one of those necessary steps in growing up. Hopefully whatever secrets he felt like he couldn’t share with her anymore weren’t the kind that would get him hurt. Melissa steered Scott into the kitchen and sat him at one of their wooden chairs, bare feet sticking slightly to the newspaper spread across the floor. She draped an old towel around his shoulders and kissed the side of his face, winning a smile from her son.

“You ready?”

“I’m ready, mom.”

The scissors snipped and dark hair fluttered to the floor. It was an old ritual born out of necessity in a family where there was never enough money for frills like haircuts. Scott held perfectly still as she worked, closing his eyes as the cool metal of the scissors slid carefully against his skull and his curls fell away. Clippers buzzed against his neck and everything felt lighter, though he wasn’t sure if that was only in his imagination.

“What do you think?” Melissa reached for the hand mirror, letting Scott take a long look at the short spiked bangs and close cropped style.

Nothing he did could show how much he’d changed on the inside, but this made him look older somehow and the boy explored his head with careful fingers. Strange how such a small change could make all the difference. Scott beamed up at his mother, reaching sideways to wrap his arms around her waist.

“It’s exactly right.”

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Stiles had a knack for not making friends. He still didn’t think anyone had taken such an immediate dislike to him in a long time. Their run had gone as well as expected. 

"Hey, Pug-face One and Two, think you can keep or do I have to hold your hands?"

It was good to see he wasn’t losing his touch.

Stiles ran like his life depended on it, distantly aware that he was probably setting up the Wonder Twins to impress Coach. He’d have been more bothered if he wasn’t terrified. They pulled ahead of the rest of the class almost immediately. It had been a long time since someone could go toe-to-toe with him on a sprint, that contributed to the fear, but what spurred it on the fastest was his wolf howling in the back of his skull, and its thirst for revenge. Stiles almost forgot why he was holding it back.

A freight train hit him from behind, and Stiles couldn’t breath. He hit the ground hard, tumbling through the dirt, but his fists claws were swinging before he got to his feet. The shift rode him hard, tearing apart humanity that Stiles was only too ready to sacrifice.

The hill was a handful of meters away, and the promise of diplomacy still rang through Stiles’ mind, though nowhere near as pressing as the lingering taste of Scott’s tongue. He aimed for their eyes.

The Alphas were faster, stronger, but before they knocked him to the ground, there was blood on Stiles’ claws, and he was ready to draw more. They twisted his arms behind him like they wanted to break them.

The twins grinned with mirrored sharpness, cruelty in every gleeful gleam in bright red eyes. “I forget.” One growled as the other tightened his grip on Stiles’s arms until he almost pulled the bones from the sockets. “How many bones in the human body?”

Scott hadn’t been exaggerating; he could hear Stile’s heartbeat like a drum in his ear. It didn’t matter the distance or the sounds of his classmates, he could find his way back to it like a thread tied to his senses, following it to the boy who kept him grounded and human. All other sounds faded away, none important enough as the racing thrum as Scott tensed, waiting for it to draw closer. As soon as it spiked, he was moving before his mind caught up with him, racing towards trouble. Scott’s fist met one of the twins’ jaw with a crack of breaking bone and he offered the other a smile. “That’s one.”

Aiden cracked his jaw into place, fangs filling his mouth as the alpha twins shifted. Scott refused to back down, human features blurring into something feral as he crouched beside his beta, readying himself for a fight. “I want answers! Who the hell are you and what do you want from us? Why are you hurting people, whya re you doing any of this?”

“What we want right now is to put you in your place.” Ethan snarled, flexing his claws. So much for diplomacy. Maybe they could punch them until the twins listened? Scott cursed under his breath, tensing for the attack that never came.

A scream ripped through the air and the wolves froze.

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Stiles surrendered. It was better than anything he could have ever imagined. He fell apart under Scott’s intensity, whimpering low in his throat and barely aware of it. His arms snaked around his boyfriend’s shoulders, trying to pull him closer. He dragged his nails across Scott’s back, to scratch at his nape. If he could steal away Scott’s anxiety, he would.

Their noses bumped, lips just barely grazing one another’s, and Stiles thought about killing murderers who looked no older than he was. Scott would worry then. It didn’t matter that they made Louise Duncan look like a child throwing a tantrum. Scott would feel a thousand times worse, if Stiles succeeded. And if he did - then what? What would Deucalion do? They killed his best friend. Stiles hated Jackson on good day. They still killed him. 

But Scott had already lost so much. Maybe Stiles hadn’t forgotten everything that had happened and all the ways he’d gotten hurt, but God, forgiving Scott had been too easy. Somewhere in the last few months, Stiles had given him his heart. He held it out, with its shriveled, delicate walls and begged Scott not to hurt him. Scott hadn’t. Stiles wanted to return the favor.

"I will," Stiles promised breathlessly, tasting blood on his lips. "Come on. Let’s stop those asshats."

Scott nodded, reluctant to release his grip on Stiles. Hands slowly uncurled and he smoothed the wrinkles from his friend’s shirt. Being alone was easy, finally having something that was important in his life meant that for the first time, Scott had something to lose. He kissed the corner of his best friend’s mouth and forced himself to take a step away.

This was going to work and they were going to be okay. He had to keep believing that or he’d never be able to face any of the dangers that seemed to keep hunting for them. When he’d imagined excitement and adventure, hoping that he would someday stop being invisible and manage to do something important, he didn’t think it would be like this. Real people were getting hurt, they were dying and he was responsible. He couldn’t lose anymore, not another person. Not Stiles.

“I’ll be waiting there, just don’t take any risks that you don’t have to.” That warning would never make any sort of impression on Stiles, he knew that. The alpha offered him a smile, doing his best to reassure his friend. This was going to work. He repeated to himself as many times as it took to sound convincing. “Time to get some answers.”

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"Hey." Stiles murmured, as the room emptied out. He slipped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist, dragging him closer, with no one else to notice. He should have driven Scott home. Stiles didn’t think it would have helped him, but he couldn’t shake the thought that he’d wasted the chance to try. He ran his hand up Scott’s side, pushing on the back of his head until Scott had to rest his head on Stiles’ shoulder, whether he wanted to or not. 

He kissed Scott’s brow, and wished he could promise that their families would be all right. The threat settled heavily in his mind, running alongside what he would do, if he was asked to speak at Jackson’s funeral. “I’ve got your back. Come on. Let’s make out on that hill by the third bend before gym. I can lead Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb that way - good for ambushing.” 

He couldn’t stop his hands from shaking, but they were easy to ignore. Stiles refused to acknowledge them. His pulse was racing, but Stiles’ expression was impassive. Anyone would have thought he was showing off the pretty boy on his arm instead of trying to siphon away all the comfort he could get from his mate. 

Scott breathed in, letting the Stiles’s scent settle his nerves. An ambush sounded risky, but they had to do something to get the twins alone. The alpha pulled his friend into the doorway of an empty classroom, pushing him up against the wall and kissing him fiercely. Someone was threatening the people he knew, it was just a matter of time until they started closing in on those he loved and Scott was not going to let anything happen to his boyfriend.

He stole the breath from Stiles’s lungs, possessive and hungry, pouring all of his fear into claiming every inch of the boy’s mouth. Scott’s hands knotted into the plaid shirt, keeping Stiles pinned as he bit the beta’s lip carefully, running his tongue over the wound to sooth the hurt. “Don’t do anything that’s too risky, okay?” He asked, tugging his hands harder on the fabric gripped tightly between them. “I’ll be waiting and if you need help, you say something. Anything. I don’t care where you are, I am going to hear you and I’ll be there. If something happened to you…”

No, he couldn’t even think about it. “Promise me that you’ll be careful. We don’t know anything about these guys except they’re killers and they’re dangerous. You yell for me, Stiles. You even get your heart rate up and I’ll come for you.”

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