A/N: This was supposed to be a "Steter" Story...I don't know what happened lol!

A/N: Set in Season Two "Episode Master Plan"

A/N: Strong Language, some adult scenes

He's bundled up against this guy like a newly married bride on honeymoon night. He's blindfolded, sweaty and confused as he feels himself being taken down steps. As they stop the rag is ripped out of his mouth, and he's dumped on the floor like one of many Jackson's Valentine's cards. He's a complete asshole, but all the girls seem to...before he can finsh his thoughts. He can hear the crackles and whimpers.

"Hello, Hello? Who's here? Where you kidnapped too?" He yells. Through his blindfold, he can see the light get turned on. He's untied. Then the door is slammed shut. He peels the blindfold off, up against his head, so, he looks like the karate kid. "Shit!..Boyd!" There they are, one desperate half of Derek's pack. Hanging, frightened and tearful. Erica starts kicking out with her legs. Stiles has to stand on a stool to untie her. She falls to the ground with a thud.

"Thanks!"

"Sure thing, now let's get Mr Boyd out!" Before he can even think, Erica's jumped up and cut Boyd loose. The rope snaps, but he's also tied with electrical wires, which they have to unwrap with a rusty pair of plyers. He rubs the were's arm as he shakes the wires off.

"Why were his cuffs electrified?" Erica asks as they help him up.

"Cause Gerard's an old ass nazi loving, RACIST SON OF A BITCH!" Stiles yells into the dim light. "It is him, isn't it?" He watches both were's look at each other sworn to silence, but yet he knows. "I can take you home" He turns to Boyd, "Get some cream on those burns" He watches the taller teen nod, before Erica roughly grabs him by the shoulder.

"Aggghhh! You're rough, for someone so sexy! Let's go kids!" Stiles points to the door.

"Before we go though, I think I should thank you" Erica said, before he can blink she's got him against the wall. She plants a firm kiss on his mouth, before going lower and shifting to her knees.

"You don't have to thank me now!" He gasps, his eyes searching for Boyd. The one he really wants to see down here.

"Oh, so you don't want a blow job from a were? Come on, don't tell me you don't think about it? About me?" She purrs.

He locks eyes with Boyd. Boyd knows exactly what he's asking. He silently nods. With his permission, Stiles let's go in everyway. Let's go of his Lacrosse shorts, let's go of the fear, and gently brings Erica's lips towards his dick. She's barely grazed it with the lips, when Boyd is be his side, gently dotting his neck in kisses as the blonde is going down on him. As a were. he guessing she's had a ton of practise, she's good, clutching at his waist and sucking at his tip like her energy depended on it.

However even with a hot blonde on his dick, and his boyfriend licking his chest, he still couldn't come.

"What else gets you hot Stilinski?" Erica rises up and taps Boyd on the chin. As soon as he turns, her tongue is now down his throat. Stiles tries to pretend that he's interested in were-porn, the glowing of eyes, and clashing of fangs. But again, he doesn't get hard, just jealous.

"Ooooooooookkkkkkkaaaaaayyyyy, let's break this up, I think I heard one of his cronies..."

He's lying at first, then realises that he isn't, when the door creaks open. They stare at the purple figure running down the stairs. Ready, Erica and Boyd attack. The boy angrily kicks the "being" in the groin, while Erica launches him into the air like a frizbee. "Wooaah!"

"Stiles! Stop gawping and let's go!" She calls.

They all run out the door. The were's guide him the school and take him to his Jeep. It's a quiet sheepish ride, as he takes them back to Derek's apartment. No amount of wailing to "No Doubt" was going to erase the tension.

"We should do this again" Erica said with a wink. She lies back on the car seat. "Boyd can you give us a min-"

"Yeah...IT'S MY LIFE..DON'T YOU FOR-...Woah, wait...Erica I don't wanna be rude, but I've gotta be...we're waiting for you to leave here Miss third wheel!"

"What?"

"Yeah you can't smell that sticky sexual tension between the beautiful Boyd and I? Can you scram?" He waves her away.

"Very funny!" She shakes her blonde locks, rubs Boyd's wrist in affection, and gets out of the jeep. She slams the door for effect and walks towards the home.

"She doesn't think..."

"Wait, gotta make sure she's really gone first" Boyd said softly raising his hand up.

"So..."

"Just...yes, we can talk now"

"I don't wanna talk though!" Stiles sighed, grabbing his phone. He put the car lights and the flash light on his phone and spread it across Boyd's arms. Thin dark brown burns were attacking his glistening black skin. "This is the part where I'd grab you and take the pain away. But I can do jack shit! Why aren't you healing?"

"Some things just take time. Getting kidnapped and strung up like a prize fish...my minds all over the place" He reached out, tenderly stroking the rippled bruise on his cheek. His boyfriend sharply turns away.

"Don't!" Stiles declares.

"Why not"

"Don't heal me Boyd. I don't deserve it! I shouldn't have let Erica..."

"It's okay. I said, with my eyes that you have my full permission. I don't want to figuratively tie you down with rules. I know you wanna have fun. That means you can do what you want"

"All I want, is spend real time with you. An afternoon where I can drool over you without Scott and his fucking super senses! A double date with you, without a racist dick yelling with a gin and tonic. Mind you, racist jokes aren't jokes. It's just really harrassment, that racists wrap in comedy tissue paper, drop in a sitcom box and smile at you to accept. If it's just racist comedy I can't get any backlash so, just accept the racism, it's just a joke! I want to see you properly dude! Not just from across the room at a pack meeting!" He smiles as Boyd grabs his hand.

"I want to kiss you. Can I?" Boyd asks calmly.

"Hmmm..." Stiles nods and they lean into each other gently pressing their lips against the others with a withering groan. He tries to be careful. Tries to stay away from his arms. Silently praying that they don't hurt as much as they appear to. Boyd pulls away first. Clicking open the car door.

"You're the sweetest guy that I know" Boyd confesses as he gets out.

"You live with Derek, and baby-sit Peter. That's hardly an earth shattering compliment!" Stiles stares at him cynically.

"Call you later" With a rare smile he walks away. Stiles waves him off as he starts the Jeep. He's got to get home. He knows Derek will give him shit for this, but they've all got bigger things to worry about [ that have nothing to do with his dick]

The laughter brought him here. He hasn't heard his father laugh like this in years. He marches into the office, turns on the lamp. Because his father hated the main light being on. He pauses as he sees a group of people huddled together on the laptop screen.

"Porn? I'll leave you to it"

"Chris you know this isn't my style. If it was a favourite I'd be more discreet" He pauses the screen and points to the faces.

"Christ! Stiles? Boyd, the second name guy? Erica? Turn that shit off! They're minors, for christ sake!" Chris rants in disgust.

"Oh don't worry son. I'm not using this as a late night barely legal fumble in bed. This black kid...

"He has a name, you know"

"Who cares, this darkie and Stiles. They have a thing. I can see it" Gerard nods as Chris rolls his eyes and starts walking towards the door.

"Goodnight, please turn that crap off" Chris warns.

"We can bring what they have to the surface son" Gerard grins with certainty. "We can expose it, and exploit for all it's worth, before we crush it to fucking pieces!"