Max Stilinski wasn't a normal teen, who was normal with a photographic memory? He didn't mind that he wasn't normal either, just hated the looks he got from everyone at school. Though he did play a sport but mostly just sat on the bench with his brother, Stiles. The only way anyone could tell the twins apart was that Max had his hair grown out and he wore glasses.

He was currently laying face first on his bed before he felt it dip and had his brother's hands shacking him. "Max! Max! Come on! Get up!" Stiles's voice reached his ears. Max huffed and turned his face to look at him. "What?" He asked, his voice coming out as a whine. "Dad just got a call about a dead body." Stiles bounced on his brother's bed, moving Max around more to get him up.

"Let me guess, we're going to go find it?" Max questioned, sighing as Stiles nodded. "But that's not even the best part! They only found half!" Stiles grinned from ear to ear as he yanked Max out of bed, not realizing how much his brother would fight him, and it ended up with both of them on the floor with Max on top of Stiles.

"Stiles! Jesus, I little warning next time." Max whined, hitting his brother on his chest as he pushed away from him. He sat up, still straddling his brother's hips. "Did you at least call Scott?" Max asked as he blinked down at his brother who was staring at his naked chest. He had a scar from a wolf attack last year. He told his dad it was a mountain loin that did it since there weren't wolves in California.

The scar went from his right shoulder to his left hip. The wolf just dug it's claws into him and they left, leaving him bleeding out in the middle of the forest until this girl saved him. He found out her name to be Laura Hale and she was a werewolf. She made sure he didn't turn from the scratches and he kept in touch with her but she stopped answering a few weeks ago.

She also explained that she was an Alpha and there was another werewolf around Beacon Hills so he tried to help her in anyway that he could.

"Yes, I tried calling Scott but he's not answering so we are going over there once you get dressed." Stiles swallowed hard as he stared at his half-naked brother. He reached out and touched the scars, noticing how Max tensed then relaxed under his touch.

Max didn't like anyone seeing his scar it was the reason why after practice he waited until it was only him, Stiles, and Scott in the locker room to shower. He was awkward and everyone knew that he was attacked by something in the woods last summer since he was in the hospital for awhile. He still didn't like showing off the scar that he got, plus, if a hunter ever seen it, he would be hunted down.

He was somehow not effected by the werewolves nails but it could be because it was from a Beta, not an Alpha. He shivered as Stiles's hand went down to where the scar ended and rested on his left hip. His breath hiked in his throat as his twin leaned up and let his lips rest on the start of the scar. "T-Then...We should g-go get him." His voice came out in a whisper, trying to keep his heart rate down, knowing Stiles would feel it.

"Hmmm...In a minute." Stiles muttered against his skin, moving his lips to Max's neck. The youngest Stilinski twin gripped onto his older brother's shirt, biting his lip to keep a moan in. He hated when Stiles messed with him like he was doing, it messed with his feelings that he shouldn't have for his brother.

"S-Stiles, come on." Max's voice came out more breathless then he wanted it to. Stiles smirked against Max's neck, nipping at his skin before releasing his brother and laying back against the floor. Max let out a small moan as his neck was nipped at both standing up awkwardly, having his cock half hard in his boxers.

"I hate you." Max stated, kicking at his brother softly. Stiles laughed as Max pulled on a pair of sweatpants. "You love me." Stiles countered with a smile before he pulled himself off the floor, standing behind Max, too close. He leaned closer to the younger twin's ear, "I hear you sometimes. Calling my name in your sleep. Begging for more." Stiles's fingers danced around Max's skin as Max blushed a bright red.

"Um..I-I don't know what you are talking about." Max said quietly, turning to face Stiles. He didn't realize how close his brother was and could feel his breath on his lips. Stiles raised an eyebrow at him, "Really? It just happened last night." Stiles smirked at Max's face and chuckled, leaning in more so their lips brushed every time he talked. "I thought something was wrong so I came into your room to check on you and you were having a pretty good dream." Max blushed more and backed away with a huff.

He threw on his shirt, ignoring how his heart was pounding in his chest at being so close to Stiles. He knew his brother didn't feel that way about him, Stiles just liked getting him all worked up. "You're an ass. Let's go get Scooby." He told his brother before turning on his heel and making his way to the stairs. "You still love you anyways." Stiles was heard from behind him, throwing his arm around his brother's shoulders as the walked through the house.

"I have to love you, there's a difference." Max joked and laughed at Stiles's mock hurt face. "You wound me with your words, Max. You really do." Stiles whined, grabbing the keys to his Jeep before waiting for Max to put on his shoes and locking the house up. "Now, let's go get the third part of our tio."