Author's Note:

Thanks for the reviews guys and because of them I decided that I will create another chapter this week. And I had a couple of people against Isaac and Ennis but I must say that none of the couples in the story are official except for Sterek. Someone even suggest that Isaac should be with Aiden and I am seriously considering it. So if any of you have any suggestions let me know and I will probably do it. For Magic Howl, you will get a sex scene with Isaac and Ennis in it. This chapter continues the morning after the last chapter. Please review guys.

(Jackson's POV)

I woke to the fresh intoxicating scent of coconut which caused me to inhale deeply. I knew for a fact that the smell was coming from the sexy attractive man who I was still holding in my arms. I buried my face into his shoulder-blade, kissing along his neck, causing him to stir in his sleep.

"Morning handsome," I whisper into his ear.

Scott groans moving out of the comfort of my arms, leaving an empty space that I wished was still occupied. Scott went into the bathroom and came back after finishing his business, putting on a pair of briefs and shorts.

I walked over to him wrapping my arms around his waist to pull him closer to me. I couldn't help but want to feel the heat of his body against mines again. He leaned into me, laying his head on my shoulder. Our bodies just fit perfectly together like two puzzle pieces.

"This is wrong," Scott said moving away from me.

"What's so wrong about it," I asked.

"Well for one we both have girlfriends," Scott replied. "And we shouldn't go behind their backs and what we did last night shouldn't have happened."

"Are you saying that you regret last night?" I countered slightly hurt.

"Yes"

I moved closer to Scott backing him into the wall with our bodies only mere inches apart. "Do you really think that what we did last night was that terrible? Did you not enjoy that and please don't lie to me about it because I just don't do oral for anybody."

Scott looks like he was deciding on what to say before sighing, looking at me with his puppy dog eyes. "Fine I liked it a lot," he replied. "But it can't happen again."

"Thanks," I sighed with relief exiting the room with a slight smile.

I decided that it would be best to give Scott his space and to clear my head of thought of him. So I drove over to my loving girlfriend's apartment. I gave her a kiss on the lips before entering her place and making my way to her bedroom. I plopped down on her bed still thinking about Scott and for some strange reason I can't get him out of my mind. It's like he is just pinned into the brink of my brain and I can't get him out.

"What's wrong," Lydia asked joining me on the bed. "Is it about Scott?"

"Yeah," I replied not bothering to lie because she would have called me on it.

"You should really give up on him," she said. "I mean we can get someone else to play in our little sexual game." She put her hands under my shirt and ran them over my chest. "Like Allison or one of our other friends."

"But I don't want anyone else!" I exclaimed frustrated with everything that happened.

"Well just know that he will never agree to this," Lydia grabs ahold of my face glaring at me. "You can't be stuck on this one stupid guy and he's not all that good-looking. I mean we have done better and I pretty sure that we still can."

I looked away from her because if I didn't I would have possibly said something that I would have regretted.

"I don't understand why you're so into him," she said. "Unless you're actually into him."

"What are you talking about?"

"Did you do something to him that I need to know about?" she asked suspiciously.

"No," I lied.

"Good," she replied. "So I want you to stop trying with him and let us focus on a different target that should be wrapped around my little pedicure fingers in no time."

"Fine," I sighed not wanting to dive into another person and get rid of Scott. "Whatever you say."

(Isaac's POV)

The activities that happened last night had me glowing with excitement. I enjoyed every moment that occurred between me and Ennis. I wanted him to stay in bed with me but he told me that he had to get home because he had work in the morning and he couldn't be late.

I couldn't help but remember the night that we had together.

Ennis pinned me to the bed, trailing down my neck and bared chest. I moaned as he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked. I flipped us around so that I was on top of him. My hands went down and unbuttoned his pants, feeling his erection as I did it. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He had a nipple ring, which is kind of hot. Ennis leaned over until he was right in my face.

I could feel the heat of his warm breath on my ear, causing me to shiver in trill, as he whispered, "I like it messy and desperate."

"That's the best kind of sex," I teased. "And your nipple ring is so hot."

"Oh yeah, well it would better on your sexy body."

I reached for his nipple, rolling the shiny metal nub between my thumb and forefinger feeling his nipple hardens from my touch.

"You're getting so hard for me", Ennis grinned his cock against mines.

I threw my head back, in blissfulness at the feeling of our hard cocks against one another. I pulled his face towards mines giving him a tongue swollen hard kiss. I let his tongue explore my welcoming mouth until I needed to breathe.

We both discarded the rest of our clothes so that it we could feel the heat of our bodies radiating off each other. Ennis lowered himself until his face was in front of my swollen member and his hot, wet mouth closed over the tip of my cock. One of his hands cupped my balls as the other hand fisted the base of my shaft. Ennis's tongue dipped into the hole at the tip of my cock and I couldn't keep from touching him so that his mouth took more of my member.

Ennis sucked my cock like he was born for it his playful tongue danced over the rim of my cock head and tasted the pre-cum leaking from the tip. Ennis thumb stroked forcefully into my sac; rolling my balls and setting off a load of pleasing sensations.

My breath shuddered in my chest as Ennis came off my cock and licked his lips. He pressed a kiss to the tip, dragged his tongue over the palm of his hand and pumped his fist on my length.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard," Ennis rough edged voice made my cock leak even more. He rolled my balls, massaging behind them and running a teasing finger over my anus. "This sweet ass of yours is mines."

"I'm guessing last night was a success?" Stiles smirked as he entered the kitchen.

I tried to fix the tightness in my pants before moving over to him. "Well it wasn't bad, so I just going to say thanks."

"You're welcome," he replied. "So are you two going to see each other again?"

"Hopefully so," I respond. "He's the finest man that I've ever seen."

The doorbell rang, "I'll get it."

I opened the door and was greeted by an angry women glaring at me. She looked as if she is in her thirties and had a beautiful completion. The only problem is that she seems as deadly as a poisonous snake ready to pounce on its prey.

"Can I help you?"

"You can start by not sleeping with my husband again," she snarled.

"What are you talking about?" I was confused out of my mind. The only person I slept with was...

"Ennis is my husband and we've been married for three years," she informed me. I glanced at the ring on her finger and then at the necklace with the name Kali on it.

"Look I didn't know that he was married and…"

Kali slapped me across my face before I could finished, "Just remember never to come between me and my husband again."

I closed the door behind me and ran into my room so that I could get some peace and quiet. I flopped down on my bed as tears ran down my cheeks. The pillow became wet as my tears were absorbed into them. How could I have been so stupid to think that a real attractive outed gay guy would be into me? Every time I think I've found something good, the opposite always comes into play.

(Danny's POV)

Jackson had ditch me today on our morning run so now I have to do it all by my lonesome, which is kind of soothing when you're listening to music on a beautiful sunny day. I jogged for about a mile to the park before taking a break on one of the benches.

I rested my head against the park bench and closed my eyes, letting the sun rays soak into the pores of my skin. I drunk a swig of water allowing the liquid to devour my taste buds with its delicious none flavor.

"Is it bad that I think you look really hot right now," a familiar voice said.

I smile appeared on my face, "Well actually that is normal, especially since I was just running."

"How about I run with you," he asked. "But I'll stay behind you to see if you're going it right."

"You know Ethan I think that I can run just fine."

"Well side by side works just fine too." He smirked.

I looked up at the blonde male and sweat trailing along his bulging arms and I couldn't help but want to lick on his body. The smirk on his face was cocky and cute but I always want him to look at me in that way. It's something about him that just brings warmth to my body and I want to feel his body against mines.

"How about we run to the café and you can buy me a coffee and donut," I said.

"Making me work for it I see," he responds. "Fine, I'll even throw in a present."

We jogged until we made it to the café and I order for coffee and a cinnamon roll while Ethan got a vanilla latte. We sat in comfortable silence for a while sipping our drinks. When I glanced up at him I realized that he has been staring at me ever since we sat down.

"You're drooling," I teased.

"Sorry but you're like the most stunning man I've ever seen."

"Yeah like you just haven't said that to everyone," I replied giving him a knowing look.

"Fine you caught me," Ethan grabbed my hand. "But you're the only one I said it to and actually mean it."

I let him caress my hand for a while before pulling it away. My body was thirsting more of his touch, to feel his body against mines, but my mind was telling me that this was wrong and that I should be with my actual boyfriend.

"I have to go to the restroom," Ethan got up. "But don't lose that lust in your eyes."

I blush at his comment and watch him walk away until he was out of view. I feel like I'm in high school again when I had my first crush. My phone rings bringing me out of thought.

"Hello?"

"Hey babe," Matt said. "What you up to?"

"Nothing," I replied shamefully. "I'm just hanging out with a friend."

"Jackson?"

"Yeah," I lied. I knew that I should have told him the truth but I couldn't bring myself to give up on Ethan just yet. "We are resting after our run."

"How about we have dinner after I get off of work," he asked. "We can go to any place that you want to go to."

"Really, even a five-star restaurant?"

"Okay maybe a three star," he chuckled bring a smile to my face.

"Can't wait until then," I respond as I saw Ethan coming back. "I have to go."

"Okay babe, bye."

"Bye."

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting look," Ethan said sitting down.

"Not at all," I replied. "What's that in your hand." I gestured to the flower that he was gripping in his hand.

"This is for you," he handed me the yellow rose. "The yellow rose represents joy, happiness, and friendship and I feel like I'm getting all of those from you."

I blush, "Well I guess this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

Ethan chuckled grabbing my hand that was holding the flower, "That's such a clique."

(Scott's POV)

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror one last time, running my hands down my thighs to make the pants feel less constricted. My boss Peter always wants his employees to have the best appearance and look to perfection.

My pants were tight, black leather, showing off every curve and chunk of muscle I had in my legs. I had no cover for my chest and the only thing that occupied my upper body was a bowtie, which was to display us strippers as servants willing to do anything for the customers. When I had first got this job I was self-conscious about my appearance and thought that I would get fired from not attracting any of the customers, but I was proven wrong when multiple men told me that they wanted to get into my pants.

I checked myself out one more time before entering on the stage with some of the other dancers. I and four other strippers were standing on the stage, staring back at all the wondering eyes that were more than likely unclothing us with their imagination. The stage was big, beaming with bright lights and had some of the most beautiful male dancers that Peter thought were the best.

The lights dimmed, and an announcer's voice came on over the loudspeakers: "Gentlemen, put your hands together for The Blue Moon Servants!" A wild storm of applause, along with loud, thumping techno music broke out. Once the music started playing we got into a dance line with our hips pumping and bodies swaying. There was a raw, rough, masculine way to how all us strippers moved and we were all trained by an older more experience stripper and his routine was spectacular. It was like our hips were independent from our body, and we had to make eye contact with the crowd.

I took over at the bar and saw Derek working to get drinks for some of the customers. I guess that Peter gave him a job as the bartender. Derek had given the customer his drink and I saw that Derek had slipped him so money, which was strange. I looked closer and saw that the customer had given Derek some in a small plastic bag. The first thing I thought of was drugs.

I bit my lip and pumped my hips a little harder trying to get back to dancing instead of focusing on Derek, I can deal with him later. I watch the crowd drool like a sex-starved idiots. Then we cast off our breakaway leather pants, leaving only a pair of bulging tight black thongs that left very little to the imagination. When the music stopped the lights darken before we all left the stage.

Instead of going back stage to get changed, I weaved my way over to the bar to give Derek a piece of my mind. I had to wait until he was done serving other customer before I was given his full attention.

"What do you think you're doing," I folded my arms glaring at him.

His eyebrows rose but he still held his controllable stands, "My job."

"That's not what I'm talking about," I hissed. "I mean that thing that the customer gave you earlier."

"Look I don't know what you're talking about," he replied and leaned in closer to me. "And I suggest that you mind your own business."

"I can't do that!" I answered. "Stiles is my friend and I want to see him get hurt because of you."

"I would never hurt him," Derek replied. "I might be intimidating and mean but I won't hurt him."

"Maybe not physically but emotionally you will when he finds out."

"I don't plan on him finding out," Derek growled.

"Sorry Derek but I have to tell him," I replied. "He's my friend and I have to protect him. So either you can tell him or I will."

"Scott it's not like I'm addicting or anything."

"That's how it starts out but you will eventually," I sighed. "Please Derek don't hurt Stiles."

(Stiles POV)

Today has been a long and dreadful day after consoling Isaac about that idiot of a man that hurt him. Now I'm feeling guilty for even setting up that stupid date. Isaac was torn apart after that bitch came here and basically threatens him. Uh I'm such an idiot I should have just left matters alone and none of this would have ever happened. But I wasn't the only one to blame because Derek is going to get it when he gets here.

He had sent me a text saying that we needed to talk and I was hoping that he wasn't going to break up with me or tell me that he was married like Ennis. My blood boil at the thought of something like that happening to me and that's why I felt so bad for Isaac. I seriously have to make it up to the guy but I don't know how I'm going to do that.

After about twenty minutes Derek arrived at the house and he had a distraught look on his face when he entered the room and I had the feeling that I wasn't going to like the news that he was going to tell me. We moved over to the couch with him putting some space between us and I knew that something big had happened for him not wanting me to be near him.

"Derek what's wrong," I asked growing tired of the silence between us.

"There's…uh…I don't know how to tell you…"

"Oh my god, you're married just like your friend Ennis aren't you?"

"What?" Derek looked at me for the first time since he arrived. "No I'm not married and I didn't know that Ennis was married either. I knew the guy in high school and I just catch up with him I don't know that much about him."

"Oh," I sighed relief at that news but not totally relaxed. "Then what did you need to talk about?"

"I…well…I've did some things that I think you should know about."

"Like what?"

"Like, I've been doing drugs"

"Really?" I was stunned at that. Well of course he looks like a bad boy but I never would have thought he would use drugs. "Um…I'm glad you told me.

"Are we breaking up?"

I rose my head, "Do you want to break up, because I don't." I don't know where that came from and I should get into the right state of mind and break up with the guy but I can't for some strange reason. "I don't want to break up with you, I want to be there for you and be with you."

"Why?" he question. "Would you want to be with me with I'm doing something like this?"

"Because I'm your boyfriend," I replied. "And I will help you overcome this and we'll stop you from using those killer substances."

"Alright then but I think you're making a big mistake with me."

I scooted closer to him, "Well I think you're worth all my time." I gave him a lustful kiss meaning every word that came from my mouth.

(Scott's POV)

As I was getting ready to leave Blue Moon, I received a text from Chris telling me that I needed to meet him at his house. My stomach boiled at the thought of going to meet Chris and I just wanted to vomit at the thought of him touching me. How could a man be so vile as to touch his daughter's boyfriend? Some days I wanted to just tell Allison myself but I don't want her to hate me. No matter how much I do want to tell her she'll be devastated and hurt by me and her father and I don't think that she'll be able to ever recover from that.

I caught a cab to the Argent's house and when I arrived, I debated on if I should really go through this or if I should go home. I was already tired from the night that I had at the club and I didn't plan on dealing with this man right now.

Chris opened the door before I even had I chance to knock. His face took older than the last time I saw him and he seem to have gained weary lines on his forehead. I've noticed that every time he wants me around is when he had a stress day. I just don't understand why he just doesn't use his wife for sex if he really needed it.

We walked in silence to his bedroom and he pushed me down onto the bed. I glanced over and on the night stand was a picture of Chris and his wife and I couldn't help but feel guilty at what I was doing. I felt him unbutton my shirt and his hands roam around my body. I closed my eyes ready to get this over with but when I did all I could see was Allison.

I heard Chris grunt and I find all of this repulsive. I pushed him from me running towards the door. I made it to the front door before he grabbed me by my arm.

"What do you think you're doing," he hissed.

"I'm done being your sex toy," I yanked my arm from him.

"If you don't do this then I'm telling Allison everything that you're doing."

"I don't care!" I yelled. "This is wrong and you know it. I will never do this with you again and you can tell her but you will only hurt her in the end."

"If that's how you feel…"

We heard keys raddling and we both looked at the door. The door opened and Allison walked through and stared wide-eyed at us. I looked over at Chris and saw that he had on no shirt or pants and my shirt was unbuttoned.

"What the hell is going on!" Allison screeched.

"Allison I…" Chris started.

Allison held up her hand stopping him from talking, "I knew that something was going on but I thought that you guys just really hated each other but now it all makes sense."

Allison turned around and left out the house.

"Allison, where are you going?" Chris called out.

She turned around glaring at us, "Just know that I'm not staying here."

I ran after Allison before she got into the car. "Allison please you have to listen to me. You don't know the whole story."

Tears were gliding down her cheek and this was the first time that I really regretted everything that I did. "Scott would I really like what you'll have to say."

I shook my head feeling like a complete arsehole.

"Just leave me alone," she got into her car and drove off into the night.

I glance back to the house and saw Chris sitting on the porch with his head in his hands. As much I wanted to blame him for this I knew that it was as much my fault as his. I felt cold and heartless and because I knew that she was heartbroken and that I was the cause of it.

I walked into the darkness just so that I could get away from the place that had caused me and so many others pain.

Author's Note:

I'm happy that I did this within a week and it's because of the reviews I got, so if you want another fast update please review and tell me what you think of the chapter. I have also put up a poll so that you guys can tell me out of three choices 'Who you want to be with Isaac'. So please go vote for me because I would really appreciate it. Tell me what you think about all the secrets and lies going on in the roommates' lives. Thank you all for reading.