AN: So I'm editing this while I try to think of a third chapter for it. Ideas? Suggestions? Enter them in my PM's or a review.

Based off 'My Heart Can't Tell You No' by Sara Evans when I decided to ship Scott and Stiles like no one's ever shipped them before (this statement is false as I have no idea how they've been shipped before).

Summary: Stiles can't help but love Scott, his own mouth betraying him as he let's Scott in only to be a rebound lay before he wakes up to an empty note from Scott with the only excuse being 'Allison'.


Stiles loves Lydia, he has since third grade but that doesn't mean he doesn't love other people the same way. He loves Scott a little, not the same, okay, maybe the same way but he wouldn't have a ten-year-plan or even a one-year-plan to win over his best friends heart. If only because said heart belongs to, well, said Best Friend. He couldn't and didn't want to risk their friendship because he always knew a piece of Scott's heart would belong to Allison. Little Miss Beautiful Allison Argent. Stiles is not jealous. No, seriously, he's happy for Scott. He just wishes Scott had at least one other thought that wasn't Allison. Stiles swears every other word out of Scott's mouth is Allison. Stiles doesn't mind it per say but really Scott almost kills him and all Scott can think about is...yeah, you guessed it, fucking Allison. He doesn't say anything until they break up. Until the first time it happens.

Scott crawls in through his window, which has become a common occurrence since the young teen admitted he was a werewolf and stopped seeing Allison. It's only been a few days but almost every night Scott comes over looking for a little comfort and a sniffle. Stiles turns in his bed to face the teenage werewolf and frowns. Scott's brown eyes are wide and sad.

"Hey." Stiles says, stifling a yawn as he meets those big, wide, brown puppy-dog eyes filled with sadness and pain, causing Stiles to frown. "You okay?"

"I don't know what to do, Stiles." He admits, looking to the ground and Stiles frowns at his friend. He hated how much this hurt the other teen. "I really liked her."

"I know, bro, don't worry. You'll get through this." He offers and Scott looks up to him, Stiles nodding gently.

"You really think so?" Scott asks,not really believing the words but begging himself to. Stiles smiles and lays back down, head propped up on his elbow so he can look at Scott.

"I know so." Scott lays next to him and Stiles lets his head hit the pillow, intent on falling back asleep once Scott was okay. Scott stares at him. "You'll get through this." He says again, reassuring his best friend, who leans closer to him. Stiles looks up at him without lifting his head as his heart beats wildly against his chest, knowing Scott could hear it.

"Will you help me?" Stiles turns to face him, to question him but Scott ducks his head before Stiles' lips can make a sound, capturing said lips with his own. A part of Stiles wants to push him away, tell him it's not funny but he's always wanted this to happen so he lets his hands pulls Scott closer. And while is sucks knowing Scott would leave him with little to no explanation and a promise not to talk about it, in the moment he couldn't care. At least his body couldn't because his heart pounded painfully against his chest, his heart yelled at him. Stiles fingers tangle in Scott's hair as Scott presses his body over Stiles', palms digging into the bed by Stiles' head. Stiles kisses his friend back because Scott needed it and Stiles' own body has waited for this. Stiles knows it's nothing serious and expects nothing out of it.

The pain comes after only three nights. Three nights of the two friends making out, grinding and getting off with each other when it happens. The following mornings consisting of waking up in order to say goodbye, with Scott rushing out the window before the Sheriff walked in. Nights full of dread for the inevitable that was to come. The ringing of the phone woke Stiles from a sleep as he looked to his friend, who talked quietly before frowning towards Stiles. And Stiles knew it was Allison, knew it had to be and knew that this was it. Whatever they were doing was over because Allison came first, because she'd always come first. That was a fact Stiles had been well aware of when they started this thing. Scott ended things and swore Stiles to secrecy which Stiles was all too willing to oblige. He didn't question it, just shrugged and let it go because that's what friends did. Because he didn't want to lose Scott as a friend, he needed Scott.

It stung a bit to see the two together in school or listen to Scott go on and on about how perfect the Argent daughter was. He hid it well though and pretended it was nothing – pretended it meant the same to him as it did to Scott, nothing – and pushed it aside. He listened to the stories and let Scott plan dates because Scott was his best friend and Allison was a gorgeous girl. It was his duty to encourage the relationship and listen and cheer Scott on. He'd forever honor that because he had to because that's what best friends did. But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

But only two weeks later, it happens again. Stiles is getting dressed when Scott tumbles in through the window. He grabs Stiles attention quickly and all but pounces, pinning Stiles to the wall and attacking his mouth. Stiles heart pounds violently in his chest as he melts into the kiss, forgetting everything. But only seconds later, he shoves his dry-humping best friend away and looks to him outraged. He has a girlfriend.

"Scott?! What the hell?!" He yells, shocked and a little scared. Because deep down he knows, Scott doesn't want him. Scott's never wanted him. Stiles' eyes meet Scott's big, wide, brown puppy-dog eyes, sad and hurt. He already knows Scott has won and Stiles would do anything to make those eyes filled with happiness again. He knows he doesn't stand a chance.

"Allison and I broke up, again." Scott says and Stiles doesn't bother to push Scott away as the teen dives in for seconds. Scott pulls away quickly. "Just." He kisses Stiles again. "Let me." And Stiles kisses back. "Please." Stiles keeps eye contact for a few moments before he lets Scott drag him to his bed. Stiles lets Scott kiss him, gentle and slow, as if he means something. He lets Scott's tongue roam his mouth, as if memorizing it for later. He let's Scott push him onto the bed and uses one elbow to prop himself up on while his other hand rests on Scott's neck. He let's Scott kiss him harder and kisses back with an equal force. Scott hands trail up his chest as he rubs himself against a half-clothed Stiles. And Stiles ignores the pain in his chest that comes with knowing Scott will never return his feelings the way he wants his friend to. He gives Scott what he wants, what he needs, knowing that Scott is going to run right back to Allison. For now, though, he'll just take what he can get, it's not like he can really say no anyway.

And it sucks to be right. It's less than four days and the couple is back together and Stiles is left in the dark, or maybe the pouring rain with the way his heart feels. But he continue to smile and listen to Scott, pretending he's all for the relationship, because he has to be. Even when he feels like his own heart is breaking into tiny pieces inside his chest. Even when he really wants to be with Scott like that. He just smiles and makes jokes, pretends eveything is normal even though he knows it's not. Even though he knows it never will be the same after this. Not after that. He tells himself that he won't let Scott use him and throw him to the side again because while the make-outs were hot and would probably lead to more if he could have Scott for a little bit longer, he doesn't want to feel like this. He doesn't want to feel like he can't breathe when they kiss, or like someone's slamming their fist into his stomach when Scott says how much he loves Allison. Doesn't want to feel like this because it's like living in hell, it hurts. And he hates it.

But only a few weeks later he somehow ends up at Scott's house and he knows exactly how. He's doing homework when his phone rings. He glances down at it, smiling lightly at the name before answering it, placing the phone on his shoulder as he continues on with his homework.

"Hello?" He answers.

"Stiles?" Scott's voice is pained and strained and it hurts Stiles' own heart. He frowns and grips the phone with one hand, sitting up a little bit. "Can you come over? I need you." Stiles doesn't even question it as he stands and pulls on a sweater, confirming that he was on his way over. He slips his phone into his pocket, grabs his keys and leaves the house. He peels out the drive way and down the street to Scott's house.

"Scott?!" He calls out when he enters the house, shutting the door behind him and jogging up to his friend's room. He opens the door and looks to the bed, where Scott's laying down. He lifts his head to look at Stiles and big, wide, brown, puppy-dog eyes meet his, sad and hurt. "What happened? What's wrong?"

"Allison and I broke up." Scott chokes out and Stiles frowns, knowing he was being used. That doesn't stop him from walking over to the edge of the bed so he can look at his friend.

"Are you okay?" He whispers, part of him already knowing the answer, part of him fearing what was to come next. Scott sits suddenly, looking up to Stiles who's standing in between Scott's legs.

"I need you." Scott pleads so Stiles doesn't object when he's pulled down so that their lips meet. Stiles doesn't fight back like he said he would as he's dragged onto the bed with Scott, following him slightly. Scott's hands are on his waist, keeping the boy between the teen werewolf's legs. Stiles just kisses Scott back, ignoring the burning in the back of his throat, knowing that when they wake up Scott will be begging him not to tell anyone and running right back to his precious Allison. He battles his tears so hard when Scott rolls them over in order to grind down on him. He tries so hard to fight those tears when he knows that he means absolutely nothing to his best friend. But it was what Scott needed and Stiles has never been able to say no to Scott's puppy-dog eyes. And it hurts so bad.

He's right when a few days later, Scott's holding hands with Allison and meets his eyes pleadingly. He doesn't even get the respect of a phone call or a text, he finds out about it the same time as everyone else and it digs deep into his heart, makes him nauseous. It makes him feel like he's not good enough and he starts to wonder if he's almost like 'that other woman'. He was his best friends rebound and Scott didn't care about his feelings because Stiles knew Scott knew this was hurting him. He was a freaking werewolf, if he didn't know he was the worst werewolf ever.

Stiles is sitting on his bed the next time it happens, just thinking, lost in his own thoughts and misery when it happens. His mind where there are promises to keep Scott out when Allison and his best friend inevitably break up again. He swallows heavily when he hears the rapping on the window. He doesn't want to look up, knowing who's standing there. He knows because it's the exact reason why he locked the window but he looks at the second set of knocks against his window. He stares brokenly at his friend on the other side of the window. His heart aches bad pounds in his chest but he doesn't move. He doesn't want to go through that again, doesn't want to lose Scott again.

"Stiles, c'mon, can we talk?" Stiles gets off his bed, taking his time to the window and unlocks it. He pulls it open but keeps Scott out, staring at him.

"What?" He snaps and Scott frowns at him, heavily and sad. Stiles already feels himself cracking, falling for it all over again as his shoulders slump. His gaze and voice soften. "Scott?"

"Allison and I broke up, for real this time." Scott tells him and Stiles' hand falls to his side, he knows he shouldn't believe it, knows he should slam the window shut, lock it and shut the shades but the part of him that wants to believe Scott wins and his brain falls short of excuses.

"Scott I..." Scott's big, wide, brown, puppy-dog eyes filled with sadness and pain cut his words short as he takes a step back. He lets out a shaky breath and he mentally pleads with Scott not to do this with him again, not to play with him again because he's not sure how much more of it his heart and mind can take.

"Please," Scott croaks back. "Stiles, I need you." Stiles stares back at Scott, who looks so hurt, so wounded, so much like he needs Stiles that Stiles pulls him in and up, kissing the teen. Scott smiles against the lips as one of Stiles' hands rests on Scott's chest while the other is tangled in Scott's hair. Scott wraps his arms around Stiles and pulls him closer before walking them backwards. Stiles hisses quietly against Scott's lips when they fall on the bed but doesn't pull or push away so Scott doesn't either. Stiles just shifts as far back on his bed as he can to allow Scott easier access and more room because as bad as the after will hurt him, Scott needs this. Scott needs this and he gives it to him, like he always does and he hates himself for it. Scott thrusts against him before his hands go to Stiles' jeans. Stiles doesn't bother to push him away and just closes his eyes. Stiles wanted this, sometime ago, he wanted to be the one Scott touched, the one who got to touch Scott, to hold him. He had wanted it but now...now that he can only have less than half of Scott's love he doesn't want it. He doesn't want to be half loved and completely touched. He doesn't want to keep going through this, or through with this. A part of his mind tells him to get out while he can as Scott's lips travel down his neck and his hands yank down jeans but none of him does, none of him can.

He rolls over in the morning, the sun shinning on the side of the room and his hand reaches out, landing flat on the bed. He hears the sound of his hand hitting paper and frowns. He leans up and looks over to the paper. He swallows as shaky hands grab it, pulling it up and over. His heart thuds as he sits up. He reads the paper and frowns heavier, crumbling it and throwing it away from him, it lands on the floor in a mess. He gets off his bed and pulls on a pair of boxers before stripping his bed of his sheets and heading to the washer, putting it in. He showers himself and heads back to his room, towel wrapped around his waist. He stops at his door and bends down to grab the note as he shuts the door. He stands and leans against the door, smoothing the paper out and looking at it. His eyes read across words and his heart thuds heavily and he tries to swallow over the lump in his throat.

'Allison called. I'm so sorry. Please don't tell anyone.

~Scott'

The words blur on the paper as he slides down the wall, he closes his eyes for a second as a single tear slips down one cheek. His lips tremble as he tries to get himself and his emotions under control. A gasped sob escapes his lips, causing him to press his hand to his mouth as the tears flow freely from his eyes down his cheeks. He can't keep doing this, he can't. He doesn't know how he's lasted this long. He cannot continue being Scott's rebound, cannot keep giving Scott everything he wants because he doesn't need it. He doesn't want to keep going through getting Scott just to loose him all over again. He can't keep handling the pain of losing Scott to Allison, all the while knowing Allison will always have Scott's heart and Stiles will be left with nothing, not even a best friend. So he swears to himself that no matter how much he wants this from Scott, no matter how much Scott pleaded he 'needs Stiles', Stiles wasn't going to lose control. He was going to win and stop letting Scott use him and play with him like this.

He still lets Scott talk to him about Allison, still continues to let it stab at his heart. He continues to be the supportive, funny best friend he's always been because he still likes Scott. Scott's still his friend and always will be. He just knows when they break up he won't be there. He hears about the break up long before Scott comes to him. His window is locked long before Scott comes to him. Scott calls three time and each time the phone buzzes on the desk, catching Stiles' attention. Each and every time Stiles lifts the phone from the desk and holds it, staring at it, hesitating before he places it back down on the desk. If it were werewolf related someone else would give him a call or Scott would text him. The phone vibrates on the desk and he picks it up, looking at it. 'Scott' glares back up at him. His finger hesitates over the answer button before he hits ignore and throws the phone to his bed, intent on ignoring any other incoming calls from his friend. Not even ten minutes later there's a knock on his bedroom door. Stiles gets to it and opens the door, staring back at his best friend

"You didn't answer." Stiles looks at his best friend who looks so hurt and then focuses his eyes on the wall behind Scott, knowing he was stronger than that.

"I know what you want and I'm ignoring it." Scott lets out a puff of breath and it takes all of Stiles willpower to keep his eyes off the other teen. He swallows heavily when a hand presses against his jaw.

"Stiles." Scott's hand pulls his head up, forcing Stiles to meet his eyes. Stiles feels everything slowly crumble away as he looks into those big, wide, brown, puppy-dog eyes, so sad and so hurt. "I need you." Scott whispers and Stiles shoves his hand forward before Scott can kiss him, shaking his head. Scott frowns. "Stiles?"

"I can't...you can't...we can't keep doing this, Scott. I can't, Please..." Stiles feels tears fill up in his eyes when Scott frowns at him, his eyes going wider, as if he were innocent in all this. "You don't understand."

"Stiles, please, we're over. Me and Allison, we're over. For good, we're done." And Stiles wants to believe that, wants with all his heart to believe that but he doesn't. He doesn't because he knows it's not true. He looks away for a second before looking back up and he doesn't stop Scott from kissing him softly, gently. "Please." Scott begs and he meets those brown eyes one more time before giving in, knowing he'll hate himself, knowing it's going to hurt when it's all over but he just can't say no to those eyes. Not when they're filled with so much pain, not when they're begging him, not when those lips plead with him. Scott kisses him and pushes him back far enough so he's able to shut the door behind them in case the Sheriff got home early.

And Stiles keeps it all in when Scott kisses him, pretending he wants this too but knowing Scott needs this and he'll give it to him. Keeps it all in as Scott fucks him, pretending it feels right but knowing he feels dirty and used inside. Keeps it all in as Scott curls against him, pretending he thinks this is going to last but knowing Scott would be gone morning and Stiles will be left tortured and hurt. Stiles holds it all in when he hears Scott's phone ring, listening to the conversation while pretending to be asleep. Stiles holds it all in as he feels Scott pull away and off the bed, listening to the movements of the teenager as he pretends to stay asleep, not even bothering to try and get Scott to stay. He holds it all in as Scott heads out the window, listening to the teen shut it slightly during his retreat and stays still pretending to be asleep, pretending it wasn't killing him inside. He keeps his eyes shut at he feel tears burn behind his lids and listens and after a few minutes the tears just fall onto the pillow underneath his head and he feels himself fall apart. He feels himself crumble at the seams as he turns around, fisting the note on the other side of his bed and tossing it to the ground. He doesn't bother to look at it as it flutters to the ground and lands words up. He buries his head in the pillow and tries to cope with knowing he'll never be good enough, never be enough for Scott. He copes with knowing Scott is always going to be leaving, he'll always have less than half of Scott's love and no matter what he did or how hard he tried he'd never be able to tell Scott no. His heart would always win over his brain and it hurt knowing the guy he loved was and always would be in love with someone else.

'I'm sorry'

It becomes a routine after that. Stiles will send Scott a text or roll over before they knock out, telling Scott that the other boy needs to keep his distance. Stiles will tell Scott at school, hushed and quiet so none of the other wolves hear that Scott needs to stay away from him. He pleads with eyes full of so much pain and heartbreak when Scott walks over with Allison, begs with heartbroken eyes right before he lets Scott have his way with him. And every time Allison and Scott break up, Stiles knows exactly where to find his best friend. Or rather, his best friends knows exactly where to find him. Whether it be a phone call claiming he needs Stiles or a knock on his window spending a few moments convincing Stiles that it really is over this time and Stiles meets those big, wide, brown, puppy-dog eyes and falls for it. Then Allison takes him back and Stiles wakes up to an empty bed and a note, or pleading eyes the next day in the halls and Stiles decides he is stuck in living in hell, tortured by Scott and his love for Scott. None of the wolves figure it out, Allison never figures it out and Lydia doesn't know about it. Or at least neither boy thought they knew about it but they clearly underestimated the wolves and Lydia.

Stiles wants to cry when he hears the knock on his bedroom door. He wants to every time because he knows what the morning after feels like and it just never feels worth it. Part of him wants to ignore Scott but Scott's persistent and tries and tries and tries. The teen wolf breaks down every barrier Stiles is able to build between each break up and sneaks his way to make Stiles give into those eyes. When he opens it to reveal Lydia, he smiles at her and lets her in, sinking back to sitting in his computer chair while she sits on his bed.

"Hey, Lyd's what brings you here?" He questions spinning in his chair, but stopping at her look. He wonders if he's done something wrong to one of the wolves or her or Allison in the past few weeks and all he can think about is letting Scott have his way with him. He brushes that off though. "What? What is it?" He demands, staring at her.

"What's going on with you and Scott?" She raises a perfect eyebrow and Stiles feels like someone's wrapped their hand around his insides and stopped his breathing. But he just shrugs and shakes his head.

"Nothing." He lies to her and she narrows her eyes at him, knowing he's lying.

"Don't lie to me, Stiles. The pack and I can all see that something is going on. Is he cheating on Allison? Did you two do something?" She purses his lips when he swallows and looks down. He looks back up and licks his bottom lip. Scott begged him not to tell anyone, Scott pleaded that they didn't need to know because what they did was private. And honestly, how would this make Stiles look.

"Lydia, nothing is going on between Scott and I!" She just stares at him and it takes all but two minutes before he breaks down under her gaze. He confesses everything, he tells her how bad it hurts and he tries so hard to say no. Tells her that he's tried but he just...doesn't know what to do anymore and he's losing his mind and he doesn't know how much more he can take. Then he begs her not to tell Scott he told her, begs her not to tell Allison because Scott's not himself when they break up, everyone knows that. He begs her not to tell the others. She stares at him with parted lips, unable to say anything. She doesn't know what to say to him after that but she pulls him close and holds him. A silence of shock and pain fall over them, broken only moments later by Stiles' prone ringing loudly. He digs it out and lifts it, staring at it, Lydia's eyes land on the name of the caller. 'Scott' it reads and he ignores it, shutting his phone off and placing it on the table near his bed, like he had done only a few weeks prior. Lydia smiles at him and pulls out her own phone before meeting his eyes. "What?" He asks and she smiles at him wider and he's unsure of how he feels at her smile as her fingers type something out on her phone.

By the time Scott arrives at Stiles' house, Stiles' phone is on silent and his window is locked. Scott glances in and sees Stiles sleeping with Lydia asleep in his arms, holding her close to him and Scott's fist pauses against the window, flattening to a palm to press again the pane. Scott frowns and watches Stiles' bury his head into Lydia's hair in what Scott assumes is a subconscious act but it actually so Stiles can avoid the look of the man he knows is outside of his window. Stiles opens his eyes to look out the window as the boy with the big, wide, brown, puppy-dog eyes leaves and frowns. He doesn't bother to tell Lydia her plan would only work for the night. Doesn't bother to explain that even if Scott think Lydia is with Stiles behind Jackson's back he won't stay away but deep down Stiles thinks, if he can avoid it...avoid Scott...if Scott stays away then maybe he'll be able to say no. Even when his heart is screaming at him to let the boy in because a little distance might break the hold those eyes seem to have on him. He might be able to break away whatever spell Scott has on him if only the other boy would stay away. Just a little bit longer.

AN: Well, that went differently than expected...hope you like it...I guess.