If he had actual control over his body functions right now he would probably tomato red with embarrassment. Kate was rubbing him all along Derek's body, grabbing and stroking and squeezing him in places he was fairly certain would cost Stiles a hand or two. His senses were bombarded him with extra data he wasn't sure how to compartmentalize right now. Somehow, Kate's presence had triggered an almost wolf-like increase to his senses. He could smell the sour stench Kate was pushing out of his body, he could smell the burnt smokiness from the fire, and he wasn't even going to comment on Derek. The less thought on that the better. The bitch was starting to ramble about the good old days when he started smelling something different.

What the hell was it? It had to be another of the pack, and considering where they were, his money was on Isaac or Peter. Peter would end up getting Derek killed, even without actively trying. Isaac, though, that was... oh no no no no no, it was Isaac. There was no way he wanted Isaac here under Kate's control. Stiles didn't care how psychotic Isaac had played early on, he'd worked passed it. Besides if he could forgive Scott for kissing Lydia, he damn sure could forgive Isaac for trying, and failing, to kill her. Over the last few weeks he'd begun to see just how gentle Isaac really was and had come to consider him a friend. He wouldn't wish Kate on anyone, but especially not on Isaac. The idea was wrong, like poking a puppy with a stick or something.

She finally caught on, damn it all to Hell. He watched, helpless as she grabbed a jar of powder that looked like something the vet had showed him, and he just knew it didn't bode well for any of them. He listened as she imitated him and he tried to push into control, but without the extra threat he just couldn't break past her. And there went Isaac, out like a light, and the crazy bitch was talking to him.

"You can't win, even if you managed to throw me out, those neat little tattoos won't let you keep me out, and they won't let you stay in control. If you keep fighting me, I'll start getting creative, Stiles. Trust me, you don't want that."

Shit, his dad. At least the pack had some idea that this sort of fucked up shit was possible, but his dad? She could do anything if she decided to hurt him and his dad wouldn't even suspect something was wrong. Wait wait wait... she thought he had the power to throw her out of him? Fuck be the spark, right? The tattoos were the key. He needed his body back, if only for a few seconds. He could only jump in when she was trying to kill Derek, but if he was jumping in to save Derek she's right there poised to take over, plus he can't really do much besides stop her. He needs her to let him out, without fighting. Now, how do you get a sick bitch like Kate to let you have you're body... what does she wan-

Oh fuck.

He's really going to have to sell the shit out of this. What would really get her excited the most. Ok sadism and lust. He'll give her someone to play with, someone who gets it. He won't have to fake the attraction, but they'll both smell it. It's not like he wasn't already half in love with Derek... adjust that a bit, shift some of the rage he felt at Kate. Keep her sweet with Isaac, because she wants to hurt Derek, and he knows like he knows to breath that Derek would take the hurt for Isaac, without question. Derek is alpha, and the alpha protects the pups. Sell her on tricking Isaac, she's already started. He was going to have to watch how he worded things, they could all tell a lie.

Taking a deep imaginary breath he starts getting into the right mindset, girds his metaphorical loins, and then he mentally tapped at her presence in his mind with some eager horny emotions. After a few seconds she stepped back and he had control of his body for a few seconds. The lack of a fight added to what he was trying to present, giddiness blending with the lust and an edge of aggression. A moment later he started talking.

"You know, upon further contemplation, this might be fun, but why don't I get a turn?" He let his eyes trail down Isaac's chest and then thought of Derek, turning to glare him while pushing out .jealousy.

"Oh, sweetie, this is going to be so much fun." Kate said, pushing forward enough to speak. "You want a turn? Why stop me from hurting him then?"

"Why should you get all the fun? I want to make sure our dear alpha gets exactly what he deserves. All the things he's done? He broke Isaac's arm because he was tired. Erica's too, just because she got hurt. He gouged his fucking claws into a pack member's leg and wouldn't take it out for over an hour while they suffered. You've already had a chance to play with him, I want a chance to give him what he's got coming. Besides, he expects it from you, my betrayal... that has to hurt so much worse because he trusted me, almost from the beginning to be loyal. Just like he trusted you."

He could feel her laughing at the idea, and continued. "Now that one," he settled in next to Isaac, petting one hand down his side. "he wants my best friend, not me, never me. I don't like being ignored, and if he thinks Derek wants it this way, I don't know how much he'd fight it. More guilt to pile up on Derek. Besides, I might just enjoy being, what did you call it, broke in." He smirked and then stepped back as she pushed forward again.

She brushed the extra powder away from Isaac's face. "The powder takes a bit to wear off, before we can play with the puppy, so, wanna go tease the big dog, instead?"

"Might be fun to poke him until he wants to bite, I like taking chances and it's fun to make him growl." he said standing up, his body feeling so disconnected as she pushed in and out of control.

"Oh look at that face," she coo'ed. "Doesn't it just make you want to eat him all up?"

Sensing an opportunity, he replied in a sing-song voice, "Mother may I?"

Kate smirked and then slipped back down, letting him have the lead.