Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Teen Wolf, but I would love me some Tyler Posey, Tyler Hoechlin and Dylan O'Brien. Oh yes, I would. And, I'm British, so if some of the jargon is different, I am sorry, but I have never been to America and know nothing of the speech. Also, I know next to nothing about the traditions in Japan or Ireland, but I'm going to guess. Please, don't take offence. Thank you, enjoy my story, and have a great day.

This chapter has a lot of Isaac and Stiles fluff and a bit of heavy petting. I'm a Sterek shipper all the way, don't forget that, but I like this couple in my story. Hope you like.

Stiles POV

Waking up sore was a given after the night I just went through, but being aware of it didn't make it hurt any less. I stretched and winced and groaned at all the right times, especially at the twinges in my lower back and chest area. I was probably bruised all over, and I couldn't help but sigh at that. I knew I wasn't all that to look at in the first place, I didn't need black and blue skin to show me that. I felt something warm behind me, something soft. Something that was breathing down my neck. I turned and expected to see Scott; sometimes he would sleep over, but we haven't shared a bed since we were in middle school.

I turned around, fully ready to berate Scott and tell him to fuck off home, but couldn't hold back the gasp of shock at seeing a sleeping Isaac. When did this happen? I tried to think about what happened last night, but my memory was so fuzzy and outlandish that I couldn't determine whether it was a dream or not. I tried to shrug out of bed, but found myself unable as Isaac's arm draped itself over my mid-section and held me in a tight, strong grip that had me half-way crying out, because it felt like he was crushing my ribs.

I wiggled and writhed, trying my hardest to get out of bed, but he held me there, even going so far as growling under his breath when I carried on trying. I refused to stay here, simply because it was strange doing this. Isaac and I weren't exactly close like that. I mean, he was pack; I loved having him around, don't get me wrong, but we never got to talk like the friends we could be. He was a werewolf, I was human; there was obviously that friction there, but I thought that maybe if we became friends, that would dissipate. I poked, prodded and pinched his arms but he didn't even flinch. I was really getting irritated now, because I really needed to pee, and he was putting so much pressure on my bladder, and that was a no go.

I grumbled out, "Isaac, lemme go. I need the bathroom, let go."

H didn't respond. The only way I was going to get him off was through force and so I dug my nails into his forearm, breaking the skin, tearing a roar from him and in return, he bit me straight in the crook of my neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to get my body to seize up, and me to squeal a little.

"Ow, stop Isaac!"

I tapped him repeatedly on his forearm, and he released my neck, only to have him lick at the would-be wounds. See, I couldn't help but moan because it felt so good. He was lapping at my neck, and it was like someone has set my stomach alight and all I could feel was the warmth coursing through my entire body. I was asking him to stop, but anyone who heard me would be able to know I wasn't being truthful. I wanted more, I just didn't know exactly what 'more' was. Then it all stopped. I could feel Isaac's breathing change as he woke up. His arms released me, and he pushed himself away. I couldn't help but feel a little bit upset at that. Why did he push me away? What did I do wrong?

Don't be stupid Stiles, what didn't you do wrong? Who would want you?

There goes that irritatingly vindictive voice in the back of my mind, reminding me that I was normal. I didn't have multi-coloured eyes, or super strength, I wasn't even all that smart. I was below average. Of course nobody would want me. Why would they? I'm nothing.

I think Isaac could smell the self-hatred rolling off of me as he whined, low in his throat, and gathered me in his arms, while nuzzling his face in my shoulder. Was he trying to console me? It wasn't exactly working. If anything, it was making the tight feeling in my abdomen get even more intense, and I wanted to cry. Something about Isaac, and being this close with him was bringing out the old Stiles. The one who cried because he scraped his knee. The one who passionately scolded anyone who spoke ill of anything Marvel. Now I was just an awkward, below average teen, with nothing but his natural wits to get him out of the trouble his fucking mouth gets him into.

I shook my head, and tried to push his off, only to have him growl and roll so he was now straddling me, sitting comfortably on my shirt-clad stomach, smiling ever so cheekily down at me. It was then that I realised he was half naked. His bare torso was directly above me and I could do nothing but gawk at it. How did someone get to look like that at 17 years old? Here I am with my lankly limbs and hollowed stomach, and there were people like Scott and Derek who had abs for days and a stamina to match. Even non-werewolves, like Danny, were more developed than I was, and it wasn't fair. I went to the gym, I played lacrosse, I ate healthily. What was I doing wrong? Isaac sensed my discomfort and nudged my nose with his and nibbled on my jaw-line, letting out rumbles of approval from his chest.

"Stop it, Isaac. What are you doing, why are you here? W-What happened?"

Part of me was frightened to hear what I did. Who wakes up next to a walking inferno, with no knowledge of the prior night and weren't worried they did some stupid shit the night before? Isaac didn't seem to be listening to what I was saying, as he kept nipping at my jaw, nuzzling my neck and sucking on my clavicle. He really liked my neck, huh? He most likely thought I was someone else. Probably Erica. God knows they're close as hell; I wouldn't be surprised if they fucked on the low. Pack-dynamics, I suppose.

I was really getting upset now, I didn't want to be used. I wanted someone to want me. I didn't care about gender, I really didn't. Love was love, in my eyes, and if it was with a boy or a girl, I wouldn't care. I wanted someone to hold, to love, to gaze at, to be proud of and in turn be proud of me. Was that so much to ask? Well, apparently it is, because I've been living in the shadow of my so-called best friend, who as soon as Allison gets involved, becomes unattainable. I hated it, and a part of me, no matter how small, hated them being together. I wanted my friend back. I wanted Scott back.

Out of nowhere, Isaac stilled in his movements, and was suddenly looking me right in my eyes. Hazel met gold, and I noticed that his face was contorted in complete and utter rage. He looked so angry, and for the first time around Isaac, I felt frightened or my life. I thought he was going to tear my throat out.

"Do not mention him around me."

His voice was gruff and the sound went straight to my groin. I felt my cock twitch in my sweats. Isaac took a deep breath, and groaned to himself. His eyes flickered closed, his head bent backwards and his Adam's Apple bobbed in his throat. I didn't know why, but I felt the urge to kiss it, and I did so. After my lips first made contact with his throat, I couldn't stop. I was more or less molesting his neck with my tongue, but he didn't seem to mind.

He was pushing at my shoulders, trying to get me to lay down, and I knew if he used his werewolf strength, he would be able to do it easily. His voice was matter-of-fact and steady, and I wondered if he had done this all before, "Stiles, you're playing with fire, you know if you're not careful, you're going to get burnt."

Although his words were sharp, and meant to frighten me, his voice quivered as he reached the end of the sentence. I was affecting him, just as much as he was affecting me. I was following these sudden, more primal urges that I haven't felt for the longest time. My voice was shaky with apprehension and I whispered, "What do you want to do, Isaac?"

Our eyes connected, and I felt him grind against my stomach, out of pure need. I could see it in his eyes, he wanted something. He wanted me to do something. I didn't know what that was, so I needed him to tell me. Come on, Isaac. Tell me. I don't know what to do. If my hands weren't holding onto the sheets below me for dear life, I knew they would be shaking like crazy. My heart was in my throat, and my stomach had dropped. I could feel a burning inside of me, and I wanted to touch him.

Slowly sitting up, I braced myself against my headboard, and nuzzled Isaac's neck, kissing down his chest. I could hear him moan in the right places and he was letting me know what he liked. He seemed to love when I nipped along him collarbone, but he didn't particularly like it when I went anywhere near the tops of his arms. His hands were running over my short hair, that I had decided to start to grow out a little. I hummed, a little sheepishly, "What are we doing, Isaac? I don't understand what's going on."

He just smiled down at me and silenced me with a kiss. He nipped at my bottom lip, and massaged my tongue with his, stopping all trains of thought. His tongue was soft and hot against mine, and he tasted like home. He tasted like the cookies my mother used to back before she died, and as cheesy as it sounded, I loved the taste. He was sweet and moist, and I mapped out his mouth with my own tongue. He let out a sigh, and I pulled back to look into his eyes, only to see his smiling, brightly. My heart skipped a little at the sight, and I felt the blood rush to my face, I was surprised I hadn't passed out from lack of circulation.

"You're so cute, Stiles."

He nuzzled his nose against mine, and snuggled into my neck. He inhaled and sighed again, happily this time. I grinned, more for me than for anything else. I actually had to pinch myself, because this felt way too surreal for it to be reality. The look he gave me when I did that was one of confusion. Coyly, I looked up at him through my eyelashes, and I had to laugh because I haven't felt more feminine in my life, and I whispered, "I.. I've never done this before, okay, Isaac? I just need a little bit of-"

I was cut off by him stepping off of me, and reaching over his side of the bed, probably to find his discarded t-shirt. I couldn't help but whine, low in my throat, and I noticed how brisk and tense Isaac was now. What did I say? I don't understand! I always ruin things, with my fucking big mouth. God!

I rubbed the palms of my hands into my eyes to stop them from stinging with the onslaught of fresh tears, and I choked back a cry. I couldn't cry in front of him, especially if he didn't want to be here. I wasn't going to guilt anyone into doing anything, no matter how used I might feel because of it. In spite of this, nothing I could have done would have prepared me for the dread and hopelessness I felt as Isaac jumped from my window, landing softly on the grass below, not saying a word to me as he did so.

I turned to call after him, and felt my blood freeze because just moments after he left, I heard a heartbreaking howl of pure agony from the forest.

Initially I was going to make them be full of fluff and goodness, because who doesn't like a loving Isaac and oblivious Stiles? I sure as hell do! Either way, these two are going to get together… Eventually.

ALSO, I'm eternally sorry, my beauties, I've been in Switzerland for the last week and a few days, having the time of my life, skiing up and down the mountains and slopes. Wow, guys, you don't understand how beautiful it was over there, but I missed you guys. Now, please, if you're still with me, read, review and favourite, if you'd like.

I love you guys, and have brilliant days!