Chapter 1

Theo

Theo looked out his window and sighed. He wrote in his diary – yes, he has a diary – day 15, more thoughts about Stiles. This time, it was me on my knees being fucked into ,and I could almost feel it; it was awesome.

He looked back over his other entries, each day depicting some way Stiles and himself fucked like rabbits. He started to jerk off. He didn't need the book; he remembered all of his fantasies vividly, but he kept it because he kind of hoped that someone, especially Stiles would find and read it.

He groaned as he felt himself cum, moaning Stiles' name.

Stiles

Stiles bit his lip as he imagined Derek's lips against his own, his hands over his body.

"Stiles!"

Stiles jumped and turned to Scott, who looked at him with concern. They were supposed to be fixing the Jeep, but his mind had wandered again to that hot body and amazing hair and soft lips and – snap out of it!

"Are you okay? I called to you seven times, but you didn't answer."

"Right. Sorry. I didn't notice."

"Yeah." Scott said slowly. "Anyway, could you hand me the flashlight? And aren't you supposed to be helping me?"

"Oh, right, yeah, sorry." Stiles blushed and Scott rolled his eyes.

Derek

Derek was sitting in his car, watching the two teens fix the Jeep. He knew how Stiles felt about him, but he just couldn't like him back. Every time he tried to think of him that way, tried to jerk off with him in mind, the image always morphed into his beautiful, tall Beta, and the name he moaned as he came would always be Isaac's. He'd fallen in love with him from the moment he'd met him. He'd seen the bruise on his cheek, and had resolved to find out who had done such a thing to this beautiful young boy. When he'd found out that it was his own father, and that that wasn't even the worst of what he'd done to him, he'd felt a rising anger, an unfamiliar protectiveness towards him. He didn't do anything though, not wanting to crowd Isaac, and make him feel that he had to do something he didn't want to do.

His mind wandered as he sat, wondering where the wolf was now.

Isaac

Isaac was on a rooftop opposite Scott and Stiles, who were working on the Jeep. He felt his cock stir between his legs. He looks at Scott's toned shoulder muscles, rippling underneath the thin cotton of his shirt as he tightened a loose nut, and he moaned as he imagined his hands slipping and sliding over the smooth skin, slicked with the sweat of sex. Isaac palmed himself while the image was in his mind, and he gave out another moan. "Scott…" He whimpered.

He saw Scott open his mouth, and moaned again as he imagined Scott's lips wrapped around his dick, looking up at him through thick brown lashes, licking up his shaft. The mental image was too much and he came with a silent scream, whimpering Scott's name again.

Scott

Scott thought he knew who Stiles was daydreaming about, and it intrigued him. He knew Stiles wasn't completely straight, but he'd never thought that Derek would be the object of his desires. Scott tried not to judge, though. After all, Scott had a crush on his younger Beta, Liam.

Liam was a sweet kid, and that made Scott like him, but what really turned him on was his IED. The thought that this kid could crush him if he got angry was just so…hot. Scott knew that it probably wasn't the best thought, but he couldn't help it; ever since he'd started having sexual fantasies, he'd wanted to be tied up and whipped mercilessly, while being fucked.

Idly, he thought with that IED, he's probably either the softest, sweetest lover, or the kinkiest bitch in the yard. Scott smiled at that thought, and wondered where Liam was now.

Liam

Liam was with Mason, playing video games. He wasn't really paying attention, but he was still crushing Mason. Sometimes, their elbows touched, and it sent fire through him. When they were this close, Mason was the only thing on his mind. Right now, he was entertaining himself with the fantasy of making sweet, sweet love to the handsome boy beside him.

He glanced at Mason and saw his muscles flex as he wildly mashed buttons. Mason's tongue absentmindedly whipped out to lick his lips. Liam's eyes followed the movement, wanting to capture those lips, to kiss them and hold Mason tight. He bit his lip, knowing that Mason had a crush on Brett, and let out a low growl at the thought of him. He hated Brett; he just knew that he wouldn't take care of his crush, and he hated that Mason had a crush on him.

Mason glanced at Liam in surprise. "You okay, Liam?"

"Yeah." Liam almost moaned. God, his name sounded wonderful coming from those lips. "Yeah, I'm good. You should probably go though, it's getting quite late."

"Dude, we're at my house, and I thought you were staying over."

"What? Oh, right. Sorry, I'm just really tired." Liam looked around for another mattress, and groaned inwardly when he didn't find one. "Mason, I think I should go home."

Mason looked hurt, and turned to see Liam gazing at the floor. "What? Why?"

"It's not that I don't like spending time with you, or that I don't want to stay over, I do, but I…I'm afraid I won't…" Liam took a deep breath and swallowed, still looking at the ground. "I like you, and I'm afraid that if I spend the night, sleeping in your bed, I won't be able to stop myself from doing something that you're not okay with."

Liam kept his gaze on the ground as he awaited the answer. He was surprised he'd let all of that slip out. He'd meant to say he had a lot of homework, or something, not that he'd had a crush on his best friend.

Mason

Mason stared at his best friend in shock. "But…but…but you…but I thought…you're straight."

"I…I've only ever had a crush on two people, and you know who the other one was."

"Beth?" Liam nodded. "So you really liked her, huh?" Liam nodded again. He was still looking at the ground, and so Mason walked over to him and tilted his chin up. "Why are you ashamed? Do you not want to like me?"

Liam's eyes widened. "Of course I do. I just… I feel guilty because I know how you feel about Brett."

"Why do you feel guilty about that?"

"Because I'm jealous, and because…I'm angry. I know he'll never treat you right, and it makes me upset that you have a crush on someone who will never treat you right, and may never like you back, and I…I'm so frustrated that you didn't see that I love you, and will take care of you, and that I-" Liam was cut off by Mason pressing his lips against his own.

"Liam, it's okay to feel jealous. You don't need to be ashamed by that. If you feel you need to go home, go, but I won't mind if you kiss me. Liam, I could…I could love you. I even did at one point. I guess, sometimes, I still see what I liked about you. I'm seeing it now; that care, that protectiveness. But Liam, I hate your anger. It…to be honest, it scares me. I know you won't hurt me, but I-" Mason but his lip. "I saw what you did, when you were angry, and I…I thought, 'no, Liam, my Liam, couldn't have possibly done that.' But you had, and…Liam, I'm sorry. I'm not afraid of you, but I am afraid of what you can do. I still love you, as a friend, but I…I'm not sure about loving you as a boyfriend."

Liam gazed at the floor, utterly heartbroken, and again hating his anger. Why couldn't he just hurt himself instead of others? Then Mason wouldn't be afraid of him. He didn't blame Mason; sometimes the anger scared him, too. He turned to leave, but Mason turned him back. "Don't…I see the way you feel right now. Just please, promise me, promise me that you won't do anything stupid."

Liam shrugged off Mason's hand and walked out the door, saying goodbye to Mason's parents.

Brett

Brett shook himself awake as he heard footsteps drawing closer. He leaned over the gutter of the roof he was sitting on, and sure enough, it was Liam. He breathed in the Beta's scent, and it was sad. Unbelievably, terribly sad. Brett almost whimpered at the emotion; it was so strong, he could feel it himself. Images filled his head from the last time he'd smelled that smell.

His mother had been hanging, lifeless from the ceiling fan in her room. His eyes pricked with tears, but he followed the young Beta home. He watched the teen's bedroom window from the house across the street and watched as the teen took off his shirt, tears in his eyes, and went into the bathroom. Brett waited three minutes, then four, then five, and started to panic as it hit six minutes. He got down off the roof he was perched on, and as he started towards Liam's house, the smell of blood filled his nose; Liam's blood.