"So how come you healed all of a sudden?" Melissa asked, giving a knowing look to the two young men. Scott had told her what sort of creature the pack was after, why people were sick, and with a sick man in the same unit trying to attack Stiles, she put two and two together, figuring out what Stiles was. The young man definitely did not heal on his own and with Derek pretending to be asleep, that was enough of an answer in of itself.
"I guess I just figured out how to trigger it?" Stiles lied. The werewolves/were-creatures could trigger their own healing, so it wasn't too far fetched that Stiles would be able to.
Derek stayed "asleep" to avoid any awkward looks he would probably receive, and he definitely did not want to explain the video footage that was definitely saved somewhere. But since Stiles was actually healing and was doing better overall he really didn't mind if someone knew. Making sure Stiles was safe was his number one priority. The alpha could tell the eighteen-year-old had been starving himself for the sake of others and it was almost admirable how much he managed without the energy he needed. And Derek suspected Stiles would need to feed soon after all the healing he was doing.
"I guess I'm going to pull the tube out and get your cast off. I'll do the paperwork to discharge you after we're done here," Melissa hummed, happy to let Stiles out of the hospital early. She didn't want him near his own victims and she was sure they didn't want to be near him, except only one seemed to link his sickness with Stiles.
"Can you do me a favor?" Stiles rapsed with a weary smile.
"Possibly," Melissa teased getting herself in position to pull the tube out, getting a towel ready and disconnected part of the tube from the feeding bag.
"I want to surprise Scott and my dad," Stiles asked with a smile. Really, Stiles wanted to go back to hiding in his apartment, away from his dad who would have to bring him in on the charges against him, and stay far away from Scott who would never understand why Stiles unknowingly killed and knowingly made people sick.
"Of course, I'll keep it a secret. Lydia is on her way up to help with the discharge costs too, so you three will be able to escape with no one knowing." She patted Stiles IV arm gently. She got to work peeling back his face bandages, and then the nose bandage that held the nasopharyngeal feeding tube in place. She quickly pulled it out, trying to have minimal gagging on Stiles' end, she really did not want to be thrown up on. Stiles knew that eventually, his throat wouldn't hurt so much, the tube had been rough on the way out, but he was glad she did it swiftly because the gagging was almost too much to handle. Stiles also was hoping to earn sympathy points from her and Derek who had "just woken up".
The nurse gave the brunette a small smile at the request. He was basically her second son, she couldn't deny him anything (Scott she certainly could, but not Stiles). She pulled out his IV and worked on sawing off the cast on his arm she knew he didn't need, probably thanks to Derek, but she really didn't want to go into that with them. "Of course. Scott doesn't know you were in the hospital, Derek and your dad asked me not to tell him, so… Be careful when you tell him about all of… this," Melissa said, rubbing out Stiles' sore arm that had been in the cast before leaving to do paperwork with Lydia.
With paperwork finished, Stiles was ushered out by Derek and Lydia, led to the sleek black Camaro that, frankly, always turned Stiles on just a little bit. Once inside, Stiles pulled down the visor to stare at his minorly reconstructed face in the mirror. He touched his nose gingerly humming softly to himself, the angle of his nose was different, it wasn't so piggish anymore, but he knew that most people wouldn't notice the slight tilt of the tip was now more downward.
"He did a good job, can't really tell a difference," Lydia said with a kind smile, "He does great rhinoplasties, he fixed the small bump on mine when I was in high school, no one even noticed." Stiles glanced at her and they shared a knowing look, he noticed, of course, he noticed the minor change in her nose shape. Lydia wouldn't admit out loud around anyone that Stiles was the only person that noticed anything about her. There were really only two people Stiles kept his eyes on, and they were both in this car, trying to protect Stiles from the powers that be, that wanted him destroyed.
"So, you gonna take me home or somewhere else secret?" Stiles asked. Prepared to give away his address but definitely not prepared to face Scott and the rest of the pack, but mostly not ready to face Scott. His high school best friend always had a hard time with the fact that Stiles had a list of dead bodies on his hands longer than anyone else they knew (maybe except Derek). To add two more (maybe five if the other three people in the hospital didn't survive), would probably be unforgivable and Scott would have no issue with letting Chris hunt Stiles down.
"Why don't we see his new apartment, Derek, and we'll discuss everything, I'm sure he has a wall of research he wants to show us," Lydia hummed, knowing Stiles had thoroughly searched to find the answers he needed. Derek agreed and left.
Once the trio was in downtown Beacon City, Stiles directed Derek through the streets to a tall complex and into the underground parking. He had Derek pull into his empty parking spot, Stiles assumed his dad brought his car to his home since no one knew where Stiles was living, until now. He took them up the elevator, down the hall and slowly walked in. He was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants his dad brought him at the hospital and was really looking about as messy as his small studio.
"So you went crazy," Lydia hummed looking around for a clean place to sit. Lydia couldn't say she wasn't surprised by the chaos, but she had seen how Stiles kept his room at his father's house, and it was pristine. It was clear Stiles had felt only chaos and probably got minimal sleep which didn't help his situation at all. She settled on pulling a jacket from Stiles' closet and laid it down on a broken futon he had against the opposing wall. Derek decidedly took a seat on Stiles' mattress that was on the floor and Lydia laid out a clean jacket on a broken futon couch Stiles had and sat down. Stiles nervously began to clean and organize the documents and books to clear some floor space, ignoring the wall he had pictures and articles pinned to with different colored string pinned in what seemed like a random pattern.
"I just wanted to figure all of this out before I dragged anyone into this mess… Which I guess is too late now," Stiles muttered. He found a spot on the floor and sat down cross-legged running his hands through his messy hair. "So what did you want to know or ask?"
"Deaton told Scott that incubi and succubi were daemons? Sex daemons? Can you explain what he meant and also which one you are?" Derek asked calmly, looking over the information plastered everywhere in a way only Stiles would understand.
Stiles sighed and nodded, at least those were easier questions. "I'm not possessed by a daemon, so being a sex daemon isn't possible. And since I have experience with possession, being possessed, killing and manipulating people under possession, I know that this isn't it," Stiles huffed, feeling a bit attacked at the inaccurate description Deaton made. "The sex part is probably the most accurate." The young brunette rubbed his face, trying to actually rub out the anxiety he felt associated with this conversation.
"As for what I am… Most people would say I'm an incubus because I have a penis… but the way that I get my energy best and the way different types of people respond made me do some linguistic research into the names in the bestiary. Incubus means to "lay upon" while succubus means "to lay under" and I can definitely tell you getting fucked is the better bang for my buck than doing the fucking. I barely got anything from that woman when I fucked her versus the two men that died when they fucked me," Stiles breathed. He knew what kind of sex he enjoyed more too, but it wasn't as pertinent as the fact that the woman he went all the way with was only sick and the men he went all the way with were dead.
"So you're a succubus?" Lydia asked.
Only Stiles would figure out the translations were based on Judeo-Christian, heteronormative, English translations that didn't actually hold up to how the supernatural worked. It really showed how deeply Stiles wanted to understand himself without the intervention of people that might warp his perception of himself and cause further damage, it was smart actually. The way Deaton had been going about explaining each individual supernatural they found had caused more chaos than it stopped. Stiles had clearly noticed the pattern and was not just trying to protect himself from others but from the people that wanted him dead. He wanted to protect himself from something that may prevent complete understanding and the ability to stop the trouble he was causing. Lydia always admired Stiles for his forethought.
"To sum it up… yea," Stiles hummed in response looking down to his sweatpants, pulling on a thread. He smelled the air trying to gauge the room and he didn't smell any disdain or anyone being uncomfortable or any disbelief. He was pleased and thankful for it. Stiles wasn't sure what he would do if the two closest people to him ended up hating him for something he was asking help for.
"And men work better than women?" Derek surmised. The information made sense, he shared a gaze with Lydia, coming to the same conclusion that she did for why Stiles kept this all to himself. It was courageous and Derek felt a sense of pride in the young man.
"Well, that is to say, a penis somewhere inside me seems to work better than my dick inside someone, so whatever they identify as, I just need a good dickin'," Stiles joked looking up at them with an awkward smile.
"Stop being so crass," Lydia huffed and with a purse of her lips looked away feeling flushed.
"Sorry, I'm just trying to say that I feed off of sexual energy in general, but that's what makes me believe the translations for incubus and succubus are wrong and that's why I'm a succubus, not an incubus. It isn't masculine or feminine energy, it's the sexual energy that comes from someone being inside of me." The throuple all watched each other intently, Stiles trying to avoid eyes, for the most part, taking in his friend's body language, trying to see how they were doing. Mostly trying to see how Derek was doing, and he seemed to have no problems.
"So what does it feel like when you feed?" Derek asked because of course, Derek asked. He had first-hand experience with being on the giving end for Stiles, "How does it work? Since… I mean, we?" Derek stopped short, his face contorting in constipation, a look he hadn't had since he came back to Beacon Hills. Derek had resolved a lot of his anger issues which resolved his inability to emote or relay information that had an emotional attachment to it, so this was a surprise for the other supernaturals in the room.
"Since you two what?" Lydia asked, carefully watching brown and green eyes darting to anywhere but each other and Lydia. She watched for a moment longer before releasing a small snort. "Of course you let him feed off of you…"
"He wasn't healing!" Derek argued. Lydia just laughed in response and rolled her eyes, her legs crossed relaxing back on the futon.
"It wasn't anything weird Lydia, we just made out, a lot," Stiles smirked a bit, winking at the young woman. Sure he had pined for her since third grade, but when Derek came into their lives in high school, Stiles definitely had his lust redirected.
"But to answer your question, how it starts seems pretty normal I get hungry, so I search for people with overabundant energy. Specifically, energy that is focused on wanton desires, I either manipulate the pheromones around me or seduce someone by touching them. When I manipulate pheromones, it's an unconscious thing I do, I don't know how to control it. But I do have to exert effort into the touch manipulation so I don't usually since I'm always running low on energy. As far as us kissing… I don't know if you know this Derek, but half the time you smell like sex and just you radiate energy, it's honestly fucking delicious," Stiles explained fully. Probably giving details that Lydia didn't want to know, but he knew both of them were completely enthralled with the information given to them. Eventually, they would all have to go to Deaton, Stiles knew that Scott would want to figure out a way for Stiles to not have to have sex with anyone (werewolves/other supernatural kinds included).
"So what's that wall of stuff?" Derek asked lamely. The alpha was flushed ear to chest from Stiles' explanation of why their kissing worked so well for him. Derek wasn't embarrassed he did what he did, he knew it had to be done (and definitely enjoyed the process). The werewolf was more embarrassed that Lydia was sitting on that broken futon smirking up a storm of smugness because Derek and Stiles finally were "together" in one capacity or another. The werewolf really wanted to pull attention away from himself, and back onto Stiles and his crazed apartment.
"I'm trying to figure out how to save them. Lydia, did you get me their medical files?" Stiles asked looking at the wall of insanity. It wasn't worth explaining what each red, yellow, and green yarn strand meant. The succubus was just missing one final piece to his puzzle, and it was in Lydia's hand. The banshee held out a flash drive and Stiles scrambled to his feet to grab it and shove it in his computer that was on the bed next to Derek. He plopped down sitting shoulder to shoulder with the older man, pulling up the files.
"I've been looking at the symptoms they've been talking about on the news, and I got Melissa to tell me a little bit about their conditions. Their medical files will tell me if they have a hormonal imbalance, and if they do, I know how to fix it."
If he was right in his thought process, that meant he knew a cure, and that would be three people not added to his newly expanded list of dead, with the added bonus of the possibility that Scott might actually not let the hunters kill him. Derek looked over his shoulder, looking at the results Stiles was gazing over, not understanding a single number or abbreviation, but it was clear by Stiles' enlarged smile that he knew exactly what he was looking at, and it was the best news.
"So how do we cure them?" Lydia asked, knowing the look Stiles was giving his computer.
"Give them a dopamine antagonist drug, they give it to people that take medications for Parkinson's or people who have bipolar disorder. It prevents more dopamine from being made, and unlike those with chronic illnesses, these people should be able to not take it once their levels are normal," Stiles explained shutting his computer, smiling a bit calmer now.
"I need to text Melissa if that solves the problem… Then I'll… I'll tell the pack," Stiles nodded.
"Well, I'm glad that got figured out. I'll look into this as well, make sure the science is good on it, and try to find any alternatives there might be," Lydia smiled and pulled the flash drive out of Stiles computer without hesitation. "I'm going to need these files. I'll see you later Stiles. I have a ride home, so let me know if you need anything," she hummed and kissed the brunette's head before leaving the dirty apartment. She would really have to dry-clean her clothes a couple of times to make sure there weren't any bed bugs (she assumed there were bed bugs based on the state of the entire apartment building).
Stiles watched her go, mouth open ready to catch flies because of her affection. He slowly breathed out and set his computer to the side. He shifted his body and looked over Derek with a small smile, his eyes slowly raking over the man's large muscular body. Did the werewolf really not have any baggy clothes? Everything fit him like they were three sizes too small and it was difficult to not stare and drool. Derek took in Stiles' lust-filled gaze and scent, trying to control himself knowing the other had no control or the pheromones that enveloped them. The werewolf's eyes fell half-lidded and he accidentally breathed in the heavy air, Derek's hand moved from holding himself up on the bed to gently touching the young man's cheek, his thumb rubbing Stiles' wet lips.
The succubus leaned into the large warm hand, shutting his eyes, a soft whine falling out of his lips. Stiles pulled the werewolf's thumb into his mouth, biting down gently. Derek growled at the teeth on the sensitive pad of his thumb, he pulled his hand away from Stiles' mouth and grabbed him by his sweatshirt pushing him back on the bed, kneeling over the other. Stiles groaned as he was manhandled and shivered in excitement, or maybe from the breeze that wafted through the window across his now exposed, toned chest. Derek's hands were pushing the sweatshirt up and over Stiles' head, letting it tangle around his wrists, not wanting the other to be able to put any more influence over this situation. The succubus' eyes flashed green and with a lick of his lips and a small groan, he decidedly wrapped his legs around Derek's waist. Derek's hands landed on either side of Stiles' head, grinding down into him, the pheromones caused his wolf to growl with need. His face contorted in the horrific wrinkled face of a werewolf, normally blunt teeth sharp and wanting to bite down on soft skin. Derek's teeth brushed the other's tilted neck, the show of submission begged for the wolf to take the other, but before he bit Stiles, the other struggled underneath him, trying to push him off. Derek snapped out of his beta shift and darted off the bed, putting distance between him and Stiles.
"Are you okay?" Derek asked panting. He gripped his own shirt to ground himself.
Stiles shut his eyes, breathing through his open, wet mouth, arms tangled in his sweatshirt, blocking Derek's view of his muscular chest that had filled out a lot more since the wolf saw him last. "Yea, I just-. You literally let me take some of your energy yesterday. I don't know how much you can actually let me take and maybe you should leave. You're overwhelming," Stiles rambled softly. He kept his eyes shut, trying to calm every part of his body and ignore Derek's very alert one.
"Why don't I take you to your dad's so you can get your Jeep?" Derek asked after a few moments of them just trying to breathe the air without smelling each other.
Stiles groaned and nodded his head slowly, "Yea, that's probably a good idea. Just let me change. I don't want to be in these clothes, they smell too much like you now," Stiles murmured and stood up, "If you could face the wall or something?"
Derek looked at him dumbly and huffed in annoyance as he faced the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, his biceps flexed to keep himself out of trouble. "I literally was about to see you naked, what does it matter? You've seen me naked."
"Well some of us aren't super comfortable in our bodies, and some of us aren't built like a shit brick house," Stiles huffed as he rummaged around his closet. Soon enough Stiles was dressed in red jeans, a grey t-shirt, and a black hoodie. "Okay, we should go now," Stiles told him as he crossed his arms tightly against his chest.
Stiles arrived at his father's house, looking around at the mess that had been made while Stiles was gone. It was a reflection of the same behavior his father exhibited when Stiles' mother died. Luckily for him, his dad wasn't home yet, so Stiles worked on cleaning the house. It was his fault that his dad had been symptomatic like this, that he'd been in a state of depression. So, after getting everything clean and dinner in the oven, he made his way to his father's home office, rummaging through some of the boxes in the room that had all of his mother's belongings, pictures, and documents. He was hoping to find some evidence of his mother's family history because he doubted his father was his link to the supernatural. Stiles also had a feeling that his mother's frontotemporal dementia was caused by starvation as well as possibly another component that Stiles couldn't figure out (if he was even right about his mother being a succubus).
Stiles had littered his father's office with small pieces of evidence he had found in the form of pictures and journals. Under it all, he found pill bottles with no labels, and pill bottles with pet prescriptions, both of which had pills still inside of them. This might have been exactly what he was looking for and that would mean making a trip to Deaton, something he really didn't want to do. He had been so immersed in boxing up the evidence he needed to further understand himself and his mother, that he didn't hear the door open or his father who stood in the office doorway to watch Stiles quietly. Soon the man cleared his throat and laughed when Stiles jump in surprise. The young man looked up at his father from the floor and smiled nervously at him, he finished packing everything up and slowly stood, wringing his hands nervously.
"Find anything good?" Noah asked his son, pulling him into a tight hug.
"I think so," He murmured and hugged his dad back with a deep sigh. He was glad this man was his father, Stiles knew he should put more trust in him, but the brunette really never wanted to put his dad in danger. When they finally ended their reunion, Stiles picked up the box to follow his dad out of the office, setting it by the front door. "I have dinner started… I figured you wanted to talk about everything, and I have some apologies to dish out," Stiles said walking into the kitchen where his dad was pouring a stiff drink.
"That," Noah paused, he had to take Stiles down to the station, but it could wait. "That sounds good Stiles. Thanks for cleaning up, you really shouldn't have done that."
"Yea, but it's my fault it got like this, that you got like this. I was trying to protect you-"
"I've already told you this once son, no matter what happens, no matter what you do or what evidence I have to destroy, I'm here for you Stiles," Noah reprimanded gently. He watched son pulled out a glass tray of lasagna out of the oven and begin plating it. Stiles had really filled out in the three months he hadn't seen the young man, he was a bit taller, muscular, and he seemed more confident and smoother in his movements. He wondered what had caused such a quick change in his previously lanky and spaztic son.
Stiles sighed out slowly and nodded, turning around to set the plates down on the table, taking his own seat. "You did, but it's hard to explain that I killed people by having sex with them. You would have laughed at me," Stiles sighed. He sat at the small kitchen table and took a large bite of food before continuing. "I didn't know anything, just that you were looking for something and working with everyone to figure out what it was. I didn't even know what I was, that was-. It was hard dad. Hearing you contemplate out loud about asking Chris to hunt me down."
"Stiles, I didn't know it was you-."
"Exactly, and I didn't want anyone to know until I figured out what was going on with me, and how to fix the mess I had made. I just didn't expect to end up in the hospital before I could figure it all out," Stiles muttered between bites. He kept his gaze lowered, not wanting to see his father's reaction to all of this.
"So, what did you figure out?" Noah asked softly. He started to eat the food his son had made for him. It was Claudia's recipe and it was something that hadn't been made since Claudia died, Stiles must have seen the recipe in his rummaging and made it without thinking.
"Well, I'm a succubus, not an incubus, there are some translation issues and I know mom was a succubus. Whatever those pills were that I found, I think they had to do with how she got frontotemporal dementia," Stiles started, leaning back in his seat. "I know how to heal the people I made sick, but I can't bring back the two that I killed."
Noah sat and ate his thoughts and his food. He really needed to re-evaluate his relationship with Claudia, figure out what he had missed in their entire relationship that Stiles had figured out in just a few hours of looking through old boxes. "Alright, so, taking the pills your mom took isn't going to help or curb the urges because they will kill you. You can't just keep making people sick, what are you going to do?" Noah asked, he really didn't want to know the grimey details of everything Stiles had to do in order to live, he could infer perfectly fine.
"I'll have to feed off of other supernatural people. Their healing abilities alone prevent the neurologic issue those normal people are experiencing. Plus some of them are like nuclear energy reactors and have so much stored up energy it's all untapped I don't even need to try hard," Stiles explained, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
Noah nodded and went back to eating, pleased with Stiles' answers. He understood why Stiles did what he did. The young man really didn't see any other option than to finish high school under the radar and research everything that he was so he could protect everyone including himself. Something that Noah wouldn't have been able to help with or even do for Stiles. Stiles followed his dad and worked on his own plate of food sitting and enjoying the peaceful silence between them both. Noah was going to ask him about what happened the night he was attacked, but maybe if Stiles' cure worked, the man's erratic behavior would change, and the charges against Stiles would be dropped. So, Noah, against better judgment, let Stiles leave without mention of his arrest.
As the brunette drove he caught wind of a familiar scent flowing through his open windows. Stiles tilted his head, eyes flashing green at the smell of the wolf's need for companionship, a scent that fluctuated between wanton desire and that pure chemo signature of basic affection. It was so strong Stiles drove a bit faster, moving towards the scent unable to help himself. The succubus, slowly pulled over to the curb, his jeep moving at the same pace as the young werewolf's walk. The brunette leaned over the passenger seat and rolled the window down all the way so he could get the wolf's attention. Stiles smiled a toothy grin at the tall, lanky, curly-headed blond werewolf. The other looked over and stared at Stiles in shock for a moment before frowning, no one had seen Stiles in three months, and all of a sudden there he was trying to talk to Isaac. Stiles could feel the other had put defenses up at the suspicious behavior.
"Hey Isaac, do you need a ride home?" Stiles asked, stopping when the other stopped.
"Is that really you? Are you possessed again? You smell different," Isaac said, unsure about going with Stiles anywhere. He had seen and smelled Stiles when under the possession of the nogitsune, he was not about to get into that mess again and be manipulated.
"Yea Lahey, it's me," Stiles huffed rolling his eyes, "Not possessed, just-. I mean you can smell me, so you know how I'm feeling." The succubus gave the werewolf a quick wink, leaning over to open the passenger side of his Jeep. "Why don't you let me give you a ride?" Stiles' plump lips moved into a smirk, pheromones flowing freely, trying to bring the werewolf in.
Isaac breathed in the air around the Jeep slowly, his pupils dilated and a barely visible ring of gold flashing around the large pupils. The werewolf could feel the pull to the other man and took a step back shaking his head. This was what the pack had been told to look out for, someone trying to seduce them with smell alone, but Stiles was human. The brunette definitely didn't smell possessed, his body didn't smell of rot from the inside out. It was clear, however, that Stiles was trying to seduce him, and it was definitely working. Isaac hadn't been with anyone since Allison broke it off, and he was always awkward when it came to flirting. Isaac looked back at the other nervously. He saw the glowing green eyes, but at this point didn't care what was going on with Stiles, he just wanted what Stiles was offering, and slipped into the Jeep.
"So where do you live now?" Stiles asked with a smirk. He was feeling triumphant in pulling his prey successfully.
"Derek's loft still, he's never there though. He's been rebuilding his family home since he bought it back from the county," Isaac shared quietly, trying to keep himself together.
"Good. We don't need him in our business," Stiles smirked. He shifted gears and drove his jeep faster. The succubus heard Isaac groan and shift uncomfortably in his seat, it just fed into Stiles' need more.
Once parked at the loft, Stiles watched Isaac move quickly, leaving Stiles behind in the Jeep. The brunette laughed getting out of his truck and made his way up to where Derek's loft was. He was giving Isaac time to get ready, probably clean what needed to be cleaned or maybe settle himself down enough to think over this bad idea. The young brunette finally made it up to the loft, rolling open the metal door and slipped through quietly, listening to the curly-headed blond panicking upstairs. The young werewolf was muttering about Scott and Derek and how they would be able to smell Stiles on him, Isaac in Stiles, and Stiles was almost enjoying hearing the other's turmoil while the wolf betrayed himself completely in scent. The succubus finally made his way up the spiral staircase, down the hall, and knocked on Isaac's bedroom door.
The door whipped open to golden eyes staring down at Stiles, a hand reached out, grabbed Stiles by his sweatshirt and pulled him into a rough kiss, full of teeth and fangs. Stiles groaned happily and kissed him back, biting at the wolf's lips and tongue, making sure to kick the door closed behind them. The brunette really didn't need a sourwolf coming in and bothering them. Stiles was lifted up by his hips and tossed onto the bed, he could feel a low rumble coming from the werewolf and watched in awe as the man began taking off his clothes. The succubus' brain kicked into gear and he began removing his clothes quickly, a bit embarrassed it was taking him this long. He was working on his pants when Isaac grabbed the hem and tugged them off for him, tossing them away. Stiles laughed softly and reached for Isaac, pulling him down onto the bed to finally get the attention he wanted.
Isaac wrapped a hand behind Stiles' head and pulled him into a slow kiss. The other hand traveled down Stiles' chest, gently rubbing over a nipple and slipped his fingers into the red boxer briefs, teasing the hairs that led to Stiles' hard member. Stiles moaned happily, arching under the delicate hand, wanting more friction. He breathed in deeply, taking Isaac's lustful energy through their kiss and groaned louder, his hips bucked up, trying to get Isaac to finally touch him. Isaac couldn't help but want to tease the other. It was easy and Stiles was so desperate for him that all he could do was tease the succubus. To hear the pleasured moans and give everything he could to Stiles once the other was desperate enough. Stiles growled in annoyance and flipped their positions, pushing Isaac down and straddled him, slowly rocking his hips against Isaac's.
"Since when can you overpower a werewolf?" Isaac gasped, his teeth returning to normal, but eyes still glowing with pleasure.
"Since I was 18, now I swear to god if you keep teasing me, this is going to end a lot quicker than you want it to," Stiles warned him. Isaac huffed out and nodded his head dumbly, mouth open to take in the scents, waiting for Stiles to continue.
Stiles was glad the other had become fully naked it made things easier for him. He got up off of the bed, peeled off his boxer briefs and made his way to his discarded pants pulling out a few items he needed. Stiles hopped back onto the bed and sat back on top of Isaac's lower stomach. He rocked his ass back against the young werewolf's hard member panting and moaning softly. The succubus could feel the other's ever-growing lust and need for release. Stiles shifted his hips so he was sitting on Isaac's thighs to make their members rub against each other, "Stroke us," Stiles commanded. Isaac was eager to help the succubus and gripped their members together, slowly stroking them in unison. Unable to help himself, he bucked up into his own hand, the friction giving only a little bit of release. The succubus worked on himself, by putting lube on his fingers and prepped his hole for the long cock. Once Stiles felt open enough he grabbed the other object, a condom, and opened it until he felt a large, warm hand on his own stopping him. Stiles looked up at the werewolf panting out softly, swallowing loudly.
"Can't get STD's. Don't worry about it," Isaac purred, grabbing the condom and tossing it.
"Right, that makes this so much easier," the succubus muttered. He shifted his hips until he was in position. The brunette pressed his hands on Isaac's chest to slowly seat himself on the wolf. But Issac had another idea. The wolf gripping his hips and pushed him down roughly, pushing in quickly, causing Stiles to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The brunette kept his hips still and fully seated on the cock. Eyes glowed green glaring into glowing gold. The other had been too rough, Stiles would have to wait a few seconds to heal before continuing.
"So," Isaac panted, whining at the fact he wasn't allowed to move yet. "Glowing green eyes huh?"
"Scott warned you about me, you didn't listen, now enjoy," Stiles huffed at him and rolled his eyes.
Stiles rolled his hips getting a feel for the other inside of him. The succubus bit down on his lower lip feeling Isaac's pleasure filling him. The brunette rocked his hips until he began slowly moving up and down on the hard shaft. Stiles scraped his fingers down Isaac's chest moving faster arching and moaning out as he felt himself filling with energy. Isaac growled lowly, feeling Stiles taking something from him, but what Stiles left every time he took was crashing waves of euphoria flowing through him. The werewolf bucked into the succubus, holding his hips in a tight grip, nails elongated and dug into Stiles' delicate skin, spilling blood over their bodies. Neither creature cared as they rocked their bodies together, energy flowing between them.
Isaac ran his hands up Stiles' chest, bucking up into the succubus, he could feel his orgasm coming. The constant waves of euphoria had pushed him to the edge, he felt like he had to beg Stiles, get his permission to finally get his release. When the young werewolf saw Stiles smile down on him, tongue falling out of his sinful mouth to lick his fat lips, Isaac gave in completely. The wolf came inside of the succubus. The werewolf gave his essence to the other, his hands falling down Stiles' chest slowly to rest on his thighs. Stiles moaned happily at the feeling of the other giving himself over inside and continued to ride the wolf's member until he came as well with a high pitched whine (that Stiles really hoped was never mentioned because how embarrassing).
Stiles sat with Isaac deep inside of him for a long moment, panting out, laughing happily at finally feeling full, a feeling no human had provided since his first full moon. Only when his own euphoria wore off did he pull off of Isaac. He bent over Isaac giving him a gentle, but grateful, kiss, cupping the other's face gently. The werewolf kissed him back lazily, hands gently running up and down Stiles' sides. Isaac had stopped shifting and was just relaxing under the last wave of euphoria his body gave him before the healing began to kick in.
"Why would Scott think this was bad?" Isaac laughed softly against Stiles' lips.
Stiles fell off of Isaac to lay against the other man's side, shutting his eyes, lips pressed into the wolf's shoulder. "Because I didn't know that I should be fucking werewolves instead of humans. This definitely changes things," Stiles muttered. He ran his hand up and down Isaac's chest slowly moving his own semen around Isaac's body until they both fell asleep.