Four (Stiles POV)

I hear Scott ask me if I'm bi, but it seems so distant. My emotions crashing together with my ever-so-confusing thoughts, and its almost as bad as the dreams. What if Scott hates me? What if he can't handle the truth of what I really think I am?

I will my anxiety down and shake my head in the negative.

"Gay," I manage to say simply.

I look up at his face expecting to see surprise or judgment and disgust, barely registering the supportive arms suddenly thrown around me.

"Its okay Stiles," he tells me. "I accept you completely."

"Really?" I ask a little skeptically.

Scott pulls back with a hint of that smile of his.

"Of course dude. We're bros!"

I give a little laugh, anxiety falling off of me like a weight with his acceptance. I've known I'm attracted to guys for some time now. Scott was one of the first actually, not that I'd ever tell him that.

With that realization I began to see myself as bi, but found myself desiring women less and less. I really started to notice Danny, and weird as this no doubt sounds- even Jackson.

Then came Heather's party, and that kiss that still torments me at times, even now. I didn't stop her, and wouldn't have if it hadn't been for her sudden disappearance. I had been willing to use her...

"Stiles?"

My racing mind came back to that voice, and I became aware of Scott still in my line of vision, supportive hand on my shoulder.

"Sorry," I tell him. "I was thinking."

Scott doesn't say anything, just kinda biting his lip, and I detect a sudden nervousness, like he's trying to pluck up the nerve to say something. I've seen that look on my best friend's face before.

"What is it Scott?"

He only hesitates for a moment, cool demeanor falling back into place.

"Its nothing," he replies.

"You sure?" I ask in the nicest possible voice.

"I remember what you said to me," Scott almost whispers. "Its just come back."

I feel my heartbeat pick up, and surely he hears it. Why isn't he freaked out?

"You said you... "

Scott raises his hand, and somehow I know exactly where its going, hearing my anxious intake for breath when a gentle thumb caresses my cheek.

"You said you loved me," Scott almost whispers. "At school, you said it."

I nod, surprising myself at my balls for what I say next, because I'm scared as all hell. In a way fear makes my hyperactive brain less reserved about stuff.

"I still do," I answer back, surprised at how quiet it comes out.

Scott's looking at me like he's never seen me before, with something strange in his eyes. Its like absolute gentleness and hesitant fear mixed into one. I'm almost sure he's going to pull back for a second, but instead his thumb and fingers brush my cheek again.

I'm nervous and scared, and I just wish he'd get it over with, and gentle lips are suddenly pressed against mine before I know it. My heart patters madly, and this is Scott, my best friend, my brother... my lover, and yes those lips are moving against mine!

I feel myself giving in, hardly in control, and it feels like nothing could be more right. I move my lips against his as though in need of water to quench an unsaitable fire. My hands find his shoulders, left hand slowly embracing his neck.

My heart is racing madly, giving myself over completely, and its so much better than a panic attack!