Warning: This chapter contains gay sex. I also changed the events which happened at the beginning of this episode to better fit the progression of this story. Enjoy.

CHAPTER 10- ALPHA PACT PT. 1

Bennett smiled as the water cascaded down his back, each drop accompanied by the brush of Stiles' lips on his skin. They had started off with a simple shower but in his eagerness, Stiles began to take things a step further. Bennett could feel his hands exploring and caressing every part he could possibly touch, mapping out every contour with his fingertips. Bennett wondered how far this whole thing would go in the spacious shower and he got his answer when he backed up and could feel Stiles' excitement nudging his left cheek.

At this point, Stiles was fiercely lavishing Bennett's throat with licks and kissing, bringing moans from Bennett's lips as Stiles kept hitting his spots. He knew there would be a mark later and he was okay with that. Bennett turned to face Stiles, both of their faces glazed with lust and smiled before feverously devouring Stiles' lips, their tongues dancing with each other as their lips molded to fit perfectly together. Bennett brought his hand up to Stiles' short hair and yanked it back gently but forcefully, giving him access to Stiles' long throat. He began kissing and nibbling along the pale column, making Stiles gasp and sigh, muttering pleasing noises that turned Bennett on greatly.

Bennett moved from his neck, kissing his way past his collarbone to his rock hard pink nipples. Bennett placed a small kiss on each one before taking the right one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it while his hand teased and pinched the left one. At this, Stiles threw his head back and moaned, his hands lifting from his sides and entwining into Bennett's long wet hair, urging him to continue. Bennett paid attention to the right nipple for a minute more before repeating his attentions onto the left one. The whole time, Bennett could feel the length of his body rubbing against Stiles' hardness, his own member leaking onto the shower floor.

Bennett moved down and kissed each individual ab before dragging his tongue down the crevice, entangling his tongue in the trail of hair leading to his prize. Bennett ran his hands up Stiles' thin legs as his mouth moved down. He was now at eye level with Stiles' cock, the pink tip leaking precum down its length. Bennett gripped Stiles' cock and lifted it, bringing his face to his balls and giving them both a lick before taking one into his mouth. While doing this, Bennett worked Stiles' erection, bringing loud moans from Stiles' mouth. Bennett took one hand off of his cock and used it to massage Stiles' balls and pubes. Bennett continued sucking and lightly tugging on Stiles' balls, the entire time the other boy was mumbled almost incoherently, his words a mix of moans, words, and groans.

After doing this for several more minutes, Bennett pulled away and stopped his ministrations of jerking Stiles' cock. He then stuck out his tongue and licked the length of Stiles causing Stiles to shudder. He could taste Stiles' salty excitement on his tongue and this urged him on. After licking the length, Bennett began tonguing the head, dipping his tongue into the slit and massaging the head with his tongue before opening his mouth and enveloping Stiles' cock in one sweep. Stiles' eyes flew open and instinctly, he thrust his hips forward mashing his pubes into Bennett's nose. Bennett slowly backed off of his cock and wrapped one hand around the base while he wrapped the other around his balls. He began to work up a rhythm as his mouth and hand worked Stiles' long cock and his other hand gently tugged his heavy balls.

The sensations that were happening were even more for Bennett to bear. Their emotional connection was at its height and Bennett could not only feel his own arousal but Stiles' and he could feel himself growing closer and closer to climax as he know Stiles was as well.

"Bennett!" Stiles panted. "Bennett, pull off I'm about to cum."

But Bennett ignored his declaration and sped up, bringing them both to the edge.

"Bennett… baby, I'm cumming!" Stiles shouted, his essence shooting from his cock and into Bennett's mouth. Bennett felt himself cum at the same times Stiles had, spilling his seed all over the shower floor, his hand never touching himself.

"That…was…amazing!" Stiles panted out, trying to catch his breath. Bennett stood up, giving Stiles a quick peek on the lips before reaching behind him and shutting the shower off.

"Glad you liked it." He replied smiling. "Now we need to get out. We're probably already late for school."

Bennett climbed out of the shower, Stiles walking behind him and grabbed a towel for each of them. In the other room, Stiles could hear his phone beeping so he quickly dried off before going into the bedroom.

"Actually we're not going to school." Stiles said as Bennett entered the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and a smaller one drying his hair.

"What? Why not?" Bennett asked.

"That was just a text from Allison. They think Jennifer is going to come after Chris Argent, her father. They want you, Lydia, and me to go to the school and question Morrell. They think she might know where Jennifer's keeping my dad."

The two boys proceeded to get dressed and they walked down the hall to Lydia's room just as Mrs. Martin was leaving. She quickly greeted the boys before walking past them and continuing down the hall. Bennett entered Lydia's bedroom first, taking in Lydia's attire for the day. She was wearing a light blue long sleeved dress, a pair of tan ankle boots, and her strawberry blonde hair had been pulled back and braided.

"Hey Didi, digging this whole sister-wife look you've got going today." Bennett said with a smirk.

"Oh haha Ben. I'm sorry my wardrobe doesn't consist of nothing but black clothes like some people in this room." She replied.

"Hey now, black is always in style!" Bennett said, walking into the room and sitting on her bed. "So, why was your mom in here?"

"I don't know. After what happened last night, she came in here and it was like when we were kids. I guess me almost being murder was enough motivation for her to stop ignoring me."

Stiles walked in behind Bennett, giving a small wave in Lydia's direction before joining Bennett on her bed.

"Lydia, we're gonna need you." He said.

"What do you mean?" She replied giving herself a final glance in her vanity mirror before turning around to look at Stiles.

"Allison, Isaac, and Mr. Argent are going to go to the vault to lure Jennifer there while me, you, and Bennett are tasked with finding my father and Scott's mom."

"Ok," she replied, grabbing her bag off the chair in the corner of her room. "But what's Scott doing?"

"Scott…he's a little tied up right now." Stiles replied. The look Lydia gave him indicated she wanted him to elaborate further. "Scott left me last night at the hospital to go with Deucalion. He's with them now."

"I don't believe it." Lydia said, pulling the chair over to the boys and sitting down in front of Bennett and Stiles. She couldn't believe the words Stiles was telling her. Scott would never betray them like that. "Scott can't really be with them. He can't."

"You didn't see the look on his face." Stiles replied. All night he had tried not to think about it but now that he had to explain it to Lydia, the pain of watching his best friend abandon him welled up inside of him, weighing heavily on his heart. Bennett grabbed Stiles' hand and gently rubbed it as a show of comfort. He could feel the pain Stiles was going through trying to explain the situation to Lydia. It hurt him more than even he would admit.

"Then what can I do?" Lydia asked. "I mean I get that I'm some kind of human Geiger counter for Death but I don't know how to turn it on and off yet. All I know is she tried to kill me because of…"

"Because of what?" Stiles asked, looking over at Bennett before staring back at Lydia. She was staring off in space and seemed to not be paying attention to them anymore. "Lydia! Because of what?"

"When she called me a banshee." Lydia said, breaking out of her trance and looking at her cousin. "She was surprised by it. What if that's not why she tried to kill me?"

"Then why did she?" Bennett asked. He was confused by this whole situation. It worried him that Jennifer seemed to have every piece of the puzzle strategically set up to achieve her goals and they were 12 pieces behind.

"That's what we need to find out." She replied.

"Let's go then." Stiles said standing up and walking towards the door. "I'm sure Morrell can give us some insight on that as well."

"Yea, since the Book told us almost nothing." Bennett said agreeing with his boyfriend as he also walked towards the door.

"And umm..guys?" Lydia said, making the other two turn and look at her. "The next time you two plan to have sex, try and be a little quieter."

She pushed past the two of them, a small smile on her face at the shocked looks on both of their faces, a light blush creeping across their cheeks.

Yup, Bennett thought as he followed his cousin out the door. This is going to be a long day.

"Ok guys, I'll meet you at her office. I've got to grab something from my locker." Bennett said, turning from them and walking down the hall.

The three of them arrived at Beacon Hills High School and headed up to the second floor where Ms. Morrell's office was. On the way there, Bennett had caught Stiles up on what little the Book of Shadows told them about banshees. The entire drive there, Lydia had been texting Aiden, hoping he could tell her something but so far he hadn't responded. They had arrived at school right after the second period bell had rung, the hallway teeming with student going about their business. Some part of Stiles envied them. Their lives were simple, the way his used to be before Scott was Turned. But another part of him was happy it happened. It opened his eyes to the real world; a world where there's not always a perfect ending. A world where people died and betrayed; a world with Bennett.

"Aiden still hasn't texted me back." Lydia said exasperated. "Ok, maybe we could just go in there and…"

She was interrupted by the buzzing of Stiles' phone. He pulled the phone from his pocket and opened the message he had just received from Isaac.

As Stiles read the message a cold fear shot threw his body, a panic that clenched against his throat and choked him. He could hear his heart in his ears, pounding to the rhythm of his rushing blood.

"What?" Lydia asked. She could tell something was wrong; Stiles was turning an odd shade of green and his hands had begun shaking. "Oh god, what is it now?"

"It's from Isaac." He said, glancing at her before staring at the phone. He felt hot; too hot and it almost pained him to say the words. It wasn't just the words that clawed at him. It was what the words meant to him. "Jennifer has Allison's father…she took him. She got all 3 now."

"There's still time. We still have time right?" Lydia asked.

But Stiles could barely hear her. The feeling of panic intensified and it made the hallway spin. It gripped his knees and brought him down. It seized his heart, his lungs, and his mind. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't see straight. He couldn't breathe. He could see Lydia mouthing her concern but no sound came from her lips, at least, no sound Stiles could hear.

"I think I'm having a panic attack." He choked out, the room tilting and spinning like a House of Mirrors.

"Ok," Lydia said grabbing him. She glanced down the hall, looking for a place to calm Stiles but the closest door to them was the boy's locker room. "Follow me."

Guiding him over to the door, she could see he was losing the battle. He was wheezing, gasping for oxygen but none was given and he was turning pale. She was starting to panic too, her usual levelheadedness fleeing. For the second time in the last 24 hours, Lydia felt powerless. When she looked over at him, he had collapsed on the locker room floor, futilely trying to catch his breath.

"Just try and think of something else. Anything else, like happy things; good things- friends, family..." She said, trying to calm him. He gave her a knowing look when she mentioned family and she instantly remembered why that would only make things worse. "Uh, I mean, not family. Oh god! Ok, try and slow your breathing."

"I…I can't." Stiles choked out. He could feel a searing hot pain in his chest and the struggle to breathe was a struggle he was losing. He could barely get a slip of air in his lungs and he could feel its ice cold grip wrapping around his throat. He felt like he was going to die.

"Look at me! Shhh…look at me Stiles!" Lydia said, placing his face in her hands and diverting his attention to her face. She didn't know why but looking at him in this moment, she felt something she had tried to deny for a long time, a feeling she never wanted to embrace for her own selfish reasons. Before she knew what she was doing, her body on autopilot, Lydia looked at Stiles hard and she kissed him.

Bennett walked down the hall towards his locker and slowly twisted the dial, entering in his combination. He had remembered in the car that he had taken off his family's Protection Charm necklace and left it in his locker. He usually never takes it off but it had snagged on his jacket and the simple leather string it was secured on broke so he put it in his locker for safekeeping. His mother told him it had been in their family as long as the Book was and it was the strongest protection relic she had ever seen. He had never been in a position to have to use it but today felt like the kind of day where a little protection was sorely needed.

Bennett grabbed the necklace and lifted it so it was eye level. It was a small silver circle, roughly the size of a nickel but the edges were slightly uneven. On one side was a pentagram that had been roughly carved into it. On the other side, written in the language of the witches were the words "Nistima. Nasinte. Nindome." which meant "To Learn. To Know. To Will."

Bennett tied the two broken ends together, securing it with a knot before pulling it over his head. The charm looked harmless but Bennett could feel the magick radiating off of it.

As he closed the door of his locker, a sudden fear hit Bennett in an instant. The fear grew stronger and he couldn't feel his heart speeding up, his breathing coming in small bursts. He could feel the hallway tilt to the left, then to the right and he had to throw his back to his locker to stay upright. Even though the panic was crippling, it felt distant to him and Bennett instantly knew it wasn't his fear he was feeling; it was Stiles'

Bennett closed his eyes, and focused his magick on the fear, using it as a beacon that would tell him where Stiles was. As he opened his eyes, the fear receded to a dull but he could still feel it enough that his heart was beating a mile a minute. Bennett followed the feeling back down the hall to where he had left Stiles and Lydia and it led him to the second floor boy's locker room. Bennett closed his hand around the knob and turned it but when he walked into the room, he saw a sight he had been dreading all night. A sight that ran his blood cold but his body turned fever pitch.

And all Bennett saw was red.

Stiles was frozen. He could feel Lydia's lips on his, could feel his breathing calm as the surprise of the kiss was wearing off. He could almost hear the seconds tick by. One…two…three. A part of him relished the kiss. It was something he had wanted since he first saw Lydia Martin in the first grade, her red hair in ponytails. She was wearing a navy blue dress with lace on the trim and Stiles remembered telling Keith, his best friend at the time, that he was going to split his cookie with her. To Stiles, that was love. But now that it was happening, a bigger part of Stiles resisted, protested, screamed at him that this was not what he wanted anymore. What he wanted was Bennett.

Stiles opened his eyes and grabbed Lydia by the shoulders pulling her away.

"What was that?" He said looking into her eyes.

She began to answer but suddenly Stiles could feel an intense pain shoot through his chest. It was a feeling he had only felt one other time. It was a hopeless lose that turned his blood to ice and clouded his senses. It was so intense he had to grab his chest and pray that it would go away. He knew what this pain was.

It was heartbreak.

And rage.

Stiles glanced at Lydia but a movement to her left drew his eyes over. Standing behind her was Bennett. Stiles could see a look in his eyes that he had never seen before. He could see Bennett's eyes go dark and grow the way they did when he used magick. As soon as Stiles noticed this, he turned towards Lydia but it was too late.

Lydia's body lifted off the ground and smashed into the lockers, bringing with it a loud crashing sound. Instead of falling, her body was pressed into the lockers, held there by an invisible force. Her eyes went wide as she looked first at Stiles and then at Bennett, his hand stretched out in her direction, his face devoid of any emotion.

"Let me guess," Bennett said. Even though his face lacked feeling, his voice held it all. It cracked as he spoke and everyone in the room could hear the pain of his words. "You slipped and his mouth caught you? Or was he killing a fly on your lips with his? Say something to me about how it was an accident that you were kissing my boyfriend!"

Lydia tried to reply but Bennett just clenched his fingers causing her to choke. Stiles could hear the strangling noises Lydia was making and as he looked at Bennett he realized it was the first time he had ever feared him.

Bennett could feel Lydia losing consciousness but he didn't care. The earth cried for his pain and the sky heard their cry. Thunder rumbled and every lover in the building clutched their hearts in pain. But through the haze of his anger Bennett could feel a familiar force trying to pry its way in, poking at his mental blocks. In one huge spike, the force pushed its way in and Bennett heard a voice he hadn't heard in a while. The comforting familiarity of his mother's presence.

Bennett Warren Rosenberg, let your cousin go! You're killing her!

Mom?!

But just as quickly as she was there, her magick fled from his mind and he was once again alone. The momentary break in his concentration was enough and his hold on Lydia loosened, her body dropping to the ground as she coughed, trying to regain her bearings. Stiles rushed to her side to make sure she was okay.

Bennett looked over at the two of them and even though he was still furious with them, a cold guilt was fighting its way in. He felt terrible for what he almost did. He looked up and met the eyes of his cousin and all the pain came rushing back as the tears fell from his eyes.

"Didi…I'm so sorry!"

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm sorry too, don't be mad at me! This is the emotional chapter and after I wrote it, I realized it was twice as long as the other chapters so I broke it up into 2 parts. The second part is already written but I won't post it until tomorrow to build up some tension. Lol.

I know I'm evil.

I didn't know if I'd have another chance to write something sexual into this story so I chose to start this chapter off with a little nasty.

And that protection charm necklace is an important piece of the Stinnett relationship. It was supposed to have been introduced more towards the beginning of the story and originally it was supposed to keep Bennett from using his powers on Stiles and they were going to have an emotional scene where Stiles accuses Bennett of using his magick on him and B would tell him that he couldn't even if he wanted to that the necklace protected Stiles from his magick cuz he loved him and blah blah blah. Clearly that never happened so it makes an appearance now!

There is also a reason his mother is MIA.

I was plagued with the dilemma of if I wanted to keep the kiss we knew was going to happen for a while now or if I'd just glaze over it but I chose to keep it because I realized since this story is almost over, it didn't have any relationship problems and I didn't want it to seem like it was all sunshine and roses for them so stay tuned to see what happens next!