Okay, guys, this is the last chapter for this story, but there may be another story later, but I don't have anything besides this story at the moment.

When Mason woke up, Liam was awake, sitting in a corner. Mason untangled himself from the rest. "Liam." He whispered.

Liam jumped and looked up, startled. "Oh, it's just you Mason. You scared me."

"You doing okay?"

"Yeah, it was just a lot to take in. I mean, I knew some of it, but…"

"Yeah, I get that. Can you believe where we are?" Mason took Liam's hand in his own. "I thought we'd be living a normal life. Not that I don't like this life, I really like this life, but it's so…different from what I'd imagined, you know?"

"Yeah." Liam smiled and kissed his friend on the lips.

After a long silence, Mason spoke again. "You know, we probably can't keep this up for very long. I don't think I can deal with so many people for such a long time. While I like this, I think maybe…I think I should leave. You know?" Liam was silent. He looked upset. "I know you want me to stay, but you have to accommodate for everyone's feelings, Liam. Trying to keep me here is going to be selfish. And while having sex with you was a dream come true, it's over. I should go." Mason stood to leave, but stopped when there was movement on the bed.

Theo was awake, listening to this. He got up and walked to the two boys. "You should have sex with everyone before making that decision. I mean, it wouldn't really be fair to us for you to leave before I get to feel that mouth around my cock, or before Brett gets to feel your tight hole clenching around his dick, would it?"

Mason's eyes had already clouded over. "No, it wouldn't." Mason licked his lips, noticing the bulge in Theo's pants. Mason walked over to Theo, attaching himself to the older boy. Theo's hands tangled themselves in Mason's hair. Liam came up behind Mason, tugging at the hem of his shirt. Mason took off his shirt. Theo and Liam were both already shirtless. Mason turned and kissed Liam, while Theo pressed kisses into Mason's back. Mason turned them around so that Theo was kissing Liam instead of himself.

Scott stirred, and felt himself harden as he saw Theo, Mason and Liam making out. He stood and kissed each of their cheeks. Brett and Stiles were the last to wake, and when they did, they were immediately called over. They shared a smile before following instructions. Liam was currently on top of everything, with Theo underneath him, Scott beneath Theo and Mason underneath them all. They all seemed quite content with the positions they were in, and Brett wondered how they were going to fit anyone else.

Without hesitating, Stiles had started fingering Liam. He scissored his first two fingers in Liam's hole, smiling at the moans he received. Brett leaned down and kissed Liam. He then kissed Theo, followed by Scott and Mason. Mason kept Brett under him, kissing him feverishly until he came. Theo came next, followed by Scott and then Liam. Both Brett and Stiles had jerked off during the sexual encounter.

They sat around in a circle, all completely naked. Mason voiced his concerns, while thanking the others for giving him a good time.

"I agree with Mason." Brett spoke next. "If we all spilt into pairs, or threes, I think we could handle that, then maybe if we come together for sex on, maybe, one day a month. That'll probably work out. I know I won't get jealous. What about you guys?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea." Theo agreed.

"So, who goes with who?" Stiles asked.

"I'd love to take Mason." Brett smiled at him, and Mason smiled back, reaching out to take hold of his hand.

Liam spoke up next. "I'm with Scott, no matter what."

"I'm cool with drifting if you guys are." Theo said, and everyone agreed.

"Well, I guess I'm going with Scott and Liam." Stiles said. Even though he said this, he kissed Theo. They all knew where his heart was, and so too did they know where Theo's lay.

"Well, I guess we should get accommodated to our partners alone." Scott said, even though he was already very well accommodated to Liam. He knew Stiles would be going home with Theo. Both Stiles and Theo knew it, too, and they stood together, putting their clothes on and making their way out first. Scott and Liam followed, leaving Brett and Mason together.

As soon as the others left, Mason tackled Brett. "Why me? Why did you want to stay with me? I thought you'd want Liam."

"Why would I want him when I have you, Mason?" Brett kissed Mason deeply, slipping his tongue into his mouth, not fighting him, just caressing Mason's tongue with his own. Mason moaned as he experienced the best kiss the world had to offer him.

Brett used his hands to gently hold Mason's face, sliding around to pull him closer by the back of his neck. Mason had his arms wrapped around Brett's neck, seeking to ground himself. Brett picked Mason up, taking him to his bed. He gently lowered Mason to the bed.

This was nothing like Mason had ever experienced. Sex for him had always been rough, quick and hard. This was slow, soft and loving. It pulled at his heart, and made him feel butterflies in his stomach. Brett kept touching Mason with gentle hands. They weren't tentative; Brett knew what he was doing, but they weren't forceful either. Brett wanted Mason to know that he could ask for them to stop at any time. In response to these touches, Mason just pulled Brett closer.

Since they were both naked already, Brett's usual routine of slowly taking off each other's clothes was thrown out the window. It didn't seem to matter to Mason much, though. He was busy trying to pull Brett even closer, like he wanted to consume Brett via osmosis. Brett smiled and laughed, pulling himself from Mason's grasp.

"Who would have known you're so clingy? Maybe I should call you monkey, monkey."

Mason smiled. "No thanks, wolf. Besides, Liam would know. He knows everything about me."

"Everything?" Brett asked with a raised eyebrow. "How about your sweet, sensitive spots?"

"I think he might know a few of them." Mason answered with a smirk.

Brett was completely overcome with lust for this handsome boy. The way he was so openly dominant and trusting was really speaking to his wolf, and his ability to push back, while having fun with this was something Brett himself found very attractive. "Like what?"

Mason was still kind of reeling from the revelation that Brett wanted him. He wouldn't have lied, even if he was in his right mind, but he still briefly considered it. Then, he slapped himself mentally. What would lying do to help this situation? "Like my shoulders, and my hips."

Brett smiled at the answer. He straddled Mason's waist, making sure to be perfectly lined up with his hips. Then, he placed his hands on Mason's shoulders, pushing them back into the bed when he leaned down to kiss him.

Mason felt like he was on fire. The combined pressure on his hips and shoulders was sending intense waves of pleasure throughout his body. He gasped, hands grasping at Brett's shoulders. "Stop, stop, too much…too…"

Brett pulled away, taking in Mason's plush red lips and clouded eyes with concern. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it was just…really overwhelming. It felt good, but maybe a little too good, if you know what I mean."

"Okay." Brett smiled, kissing Mason again. "So, we take it slow, yeah?"

"Definitely." They kissed for a few more minutes before Mason stopped them again. "Can I try something?"

"Sure." Mason turned them over, so he was sitting on Brett's chest.

"I'll be right back." Brett smiled and nodded, though he was a little confused and, if he was honest, concerned. It was only in the past few weeks that he'd discovered his feelings towards men, although he'd been noticing them for much longer, and he'd only had sex with Theo and Liam. He was eager to explore this new sexual territory, but if any chains or rope came out, he was gone. He acted calm and collected, but the thought of being helpless really scared him, especially because of how his parents had died. He'd been standing there, restrained by a stranger, forbidden to enter the house and save his parents and infant brother.

When Mason returned, he found Brett sobbing into a pillow. He immediately dropped the Nutella he had retrieved from the kitchen. He rushed over, placing his hands on Brett's shoulders.

"Brett? Brett, are you okay?"

Brett turned to face Mason, face streaked with tears. He tried to form sentences, but it was hard, because he was sobbing so hard. "I'm sorry, I just…I remembered…"

"It's okay." Mason pressed quick butterfly kisses all over Brett's face and chest. Brett kept crying, holding Mason close.

When Brett had stopped crying, he felt ashamed for not trusting Mason. "I'm sorry, Mason."

"Don't worry about it. This just means we can have sex at some other time, yeah? It'll give us a chance to get to know each other better, yeah? And maybe you're just not ready for this. Time is good. Waiting is good."

"No, no, Mason, that's not…I…I didn't know what you were getting, and I thought…I didn't trust you…I'm sorry, Mason."

"That's okay. Did you really think you would trust me so openly after only, what, two weeks of really knowing each other?"

"I don't know…I just felt really bad about it, but that wasn't why I was crying. I remembered my…" Brett shuddered.

"You don't have to tell me, Brett. If it'll help you to tell you, go for it, but if not, don't worry about it. If you feel I have to know, then tell me in your own time. If you think you made the wrong choice-"

"No!" Brett was quick to stop that trail of thought. "I want you, without a doubt. I chose you, remember?"

Mason smiled and kissed Brett, snuggling close into his side. The two of them fell asleep soon after.

Stiles was slammed against the wall as soon as they entered Theo's house. Theo's parents came rushing down the stairs to see what the commotion was, but they left when they saw Theo attacking Stiles' lips. Theo felt his claws slide out and used them to slice apart Stiles' shirt. He ripped his own shirt off, not caring about ruining the piece of clothing.

Theo lifted Stiles off his feet by his neck, slightly strangling him. Stiles wrapped his legs around Theo's waist, drawing the other boy closer. His hands worked Theo's belt, sending Theo's pants to the dug his claws in, making Stiles gasp. Blood leaked from under Theo's nails, dripping down Stiles' bare chest. Theo's tongue followed the rivers of red, lapping up the delicious liquid.

"Mine." He growled.

Stiles threw his weight forward, launching off the wall, catching Theo off guard. Stiles moved his legs so they wouldn't be crushed. He retrieved his pocket knife from his pocket and stabbed Theo's chest. "Oh, yeah? Then what was that about drifting, Theo? You gonna claim me as yours while you wander? Fuck off, Theo. I know you only love me."

Stiles bit into Theo's shoulder hard enough to break the skin. The tissue started to heal around Stiles' teeth, and Stiles bit back a groan. After a few more seconds, he bit down even harder and tore the flesh away from Theo's body. He spat it away. "God, Theo. I bet that'll take a while to heal." The thought made his cock twitch. Stiles gripped Theo's shoulders and forcefully turned Theo over. He groped underneath Theo's chest for his knife, and pulled it out. He dragged it down Theo's back, marking him. Stiles dug his fingers into the wounds, making Theo groan in pain.

With his fingers wet, Stiles forced three into his hole, making sure to make it painful.

Underneath him, Theo's mind was reeling. He hadn't attributed such violence to sweet, small Stiles, but this really turned him on. He knew from their past sexual experience that Stiles was a serious masochist, but he didn't know that he liked giving, and so violently, either. Not that he was complaining. It wasn't like he didn't deserve this, but that was why he'd said that in the first place.

"I suppose you thought you would experiment, see how I would react if you didn't dedicate yourself to me. Well, this is what happens, Theo. You get to feel the full strength of my fury." Stiles gritted his teeth and dug his nails into the healing wound he'd made earlier. Theo screamed.

"Ah! Stiles! Stiles, I'm sorry. Please. I'm sorry."

"Oh, you will be." Using a strength Theo didn't know he had, Stiles picked Theo up and threw him over the arm of the couch. "I'm gonna fuck you, Theo, but what should I use? I know you don't bottom for just anyone, but oh, Theo, you'll do it for me, won't you?" Theo nodded against the couch. "Good. So, Theo, maybe I get a knife, from the kitchen, a big one? Do you want that, slut?"

Theo was less sure of this. He'd never before done anything this violent, even to someone else. He'd never even considered it, but Stiles was creative, and he was sure that Stiles would find amazingly convoluted ways to torture him, but he didn't want to seriously injure himself.

"Well, Theo?"

"I don't know, Stiles. I've never done this before." He smelt Stiles' anger fade just a little. It was replaced with concern.

"Are you okay? I didn't do any permanent damage, did I?" Theo shook his head. "Okay. Well, maybe, I'll do something different. Go upstairs, Theo. Lie on your bed. You brought your toys home, didn't you?" Something seemed to snap inside Stiles, some idea that cracked. The fluid arousal and anticipation flowed over Stiles' body, loosening his muscles, making them ready for what he was about to do.

Theo felt the change as well as smelling it. He felt a thrill of excitement spark in his spine, making him shiver. He did as he was told, glancing lightly at his bag as he went up the stairs. He could see one of his canes poking out, and he was hit with the realisation that this was exactly what he was in for. Shivering once again, he climbed the stairs and lounged on the bed while he waited for Stiles.

Stiles was in the kitchen, washing his pocket knife. He looked through a lot of the cupboards, looking for some lotion he could put on Theo when he was done. He eventually found some and took it upstairs along with a crop, cock ring and cane. He smiled viciously, keeping the expression on his face as he opened the door.

Theo saw the expression and Stiles' weapons of choice, and questioned again as to whether this was a good idea. "Stiles…"

"Don't worry, I'll give you a safeword. And I promise to heed it. I don't want to break you, sweetheart, only punish you. So, green light?"

"Green light." As soon as Theo said it, Sties grabbed Theo's ankle and dragged him to the foot of the bed. The wound on Theo's shoulder was still healing, and Theo hissed in pleasure and pain as Stiles licked at the wound, pressing kisses around it. Stiles shoved Theo backwards, twisting him as he did so. Theo cried out as his ankle was sprained. Stiles bent down and set it in the right place. It healed almost immediately. Theo hissed through his teeth into the mattress, the covers having been long forgotten on the floor.

Stiles started with the ring, pulling Theo up by his hair, making him gasp. When Stiles' hands brushed Theo's erection, he gave his own gasp. Theo was throbbing. "Oh, babe, that feels painful."

"It is." Theo said through gritted teeth. Stiles smacked Theo's ass with his open hand, smiling at the rosy colour it left.

"Good." Stiles went and got the cane. He stopped to examine it. "You know, Theo, I don't do this or anyone else. No one else knows this side of me. Not even Malia. Do you like that?" Stiles chuckled when Theo nodded. "Well, I want it to stay that way, Theo. I want you to be the only one who knows that I get violent like this when things don't go the way I want. And I want you to enjoy it. Can you do that, Theo? Can you be a good boy for me, Theo?" Theo nodded again, and Stiles gave a little giggle, drawing his arm back and cracking the cane down.

Theo howled, his mind addled with pain. He couldn't think straight. He didn't know what he was doing at all. All he saw was bright, white-hot light. It seared his vision, his ears, his tongue, his fingers and toes. It took him a moment to realise that Stiles was talking to him. "What colour, baby?"

"Green." He saw a flash of uncertainty, but Stiles knew that Theo knew what he was doing, so he moved back around, caning Theo again, who howled again, relishing in the heat he felt. "Green." He said again. Stiles brought the cane down again, bringing the fire back doubly hot and doubly intense, and he howled even louder.

After ten strokes, Theo finally said yellow. Stiles waited a few minutes for the skin to heal, rubbing circles into Theo's ass. "Green?" Theo nodded, and Stiles went to get the crop. "Okay, baby, I'll do twenty, yeah, then I'll fuck you, 'kay?" Theo nodded again, unable to say anything.

Stiles didn't hold back, and by the eleventh stroke, Theo couldn't take it anymore. "R…re…red….red…red." He whispered. Stiles didn't hear him, so he smacked down again. "Ah! Red! Red! Stiles, red!" Immediately, Stiles dropped the crop, crawling over to look Theo in the face.

Stiles grabbed Theo's face in his hands, pressing kisses everywhere. "It's okay. It's okay. I've got you. It's okay. Theo. Theo. You're with me. I've stopped. It's okay. Theo?"

Theo could barely hear him. He was almost unconscious. Stiles cursed and ran down to get some water. "Theo. Theo, you need to drink. Here." Stiles had also gotten pain killers and handed them over to Theo, who swallowed them. "Theo, how do you feel? Are you okay?"

Theo was silent for a while before smiling. "I bet all of Beacon Hills heard those howls, Stiles. As for how I'm feeling…" Theo gestured between his legs. "I'm still in quite a lot of pain."

Stiles sighed. He manoeuvred their bodies so he was underneath Theo, lying face-down on the bed. Theo was grateful for that; he didn't think his ass could take anymore abuse. Theo took the ring off, then grabbed the lotion Stiles brought up. He lathered some on his cock, then stretched Stiles for a bit before pushing into Stiles' tight heat. They both moaned.

Theo howled in pleasure when he came, which was not long after he had entered Stiles, being so hard, and Stiles jerked off afterwards. "Well, Theo, that was the best sex I've ever had. You?"

Theo smiled, but winced as he felt his ass rub against the mattress. "Oh, yeah, definitely. But can you do something for me?"

Stiles was sleepy, but he was ready to do anything for Theo right now. He knew how much he'd really hurt Theo, and he wanted to show he cared. "Mm?"

"Could you get me some ice?"

Stiles kissed Theo gently. "Sure thing, sweetheart." As Stiles got up, Theo's ears picked up Scott howling in pleasure, matching his own cry.

Liam and Scott fell onto Scott's bed. Scott had just entered Liam when they heard Theo's cries. Scott froze.

"That was Theo. It sounded like he was in pain." Theo cried out again. Scott went to move off of Liam, but Liam stopped him. "We should check on him."

"It's probably just Stiles and him having sex, Scott. And I want us to be doing the same thing. Scott, please. We haven't done this together for two weeks. I need you."

Scott hesitated a while longer, but started thrusting into his boyfriend. There was another cry, and Scott slowed. "I really think we should check on him."

"Scott, didn't you smell Stiles' emotions when Theo said he would drift? He was angry. He's probably paying Theo back in full for that."

"I guess…but how badly does he deserve to be hurt for that?"

"Honestly, after hearing everything Theo said in this room, very." Liam winced, remembering everything the pair had said, and feeling a little embarrassed for having heard it at all. There was another cry, and Liam realised that as they'd been talking, the total tally of Theo's cries of pain amounted to five. Liam suddenly felt a wave of worry. "You know, maybe we should go and check on them."

Liam and Scott came around the corner of Theo's house, following the eighth cry of pain. Scott instructed Liam to stay where he was before climbing up to the windowsill of Theo's bedroom. His shoulders visibly relaxed. He climbed down nimbly. "There's nothing to worry about. He's with Stiles. Let's go home." So they ran home, eager to pick up where they'd left off.

Liam didn't wait until they got to Scott's bedroom. He tackled his boyfriend to the floor. He used his werewolf strength to hold Scott there, pushing himself into Scott, as they'd not bothered to put on any clothes since Scott and Theo lived quite close to each other. After another two howls of pain from Theo, there was a cry of pleasure. It was louder and more intense than the other cries had been, if that was even possible.

Scott cried out in his turn when Liam thrust particularly hard into him.