Decided to make a second chapter. Just keep reading and loving it. I'll keep putting out more chapters. I do have an end in mind however, so dont expect eternal writing.

Scott's POV

Finally, class over, practice over, chores done. I felt like I could finally relax, yet in the back of my mind I knew I was thinking about what happened with Stiles earlier. I mean, Stiles has been my best friend since forever. I feel dirty thinking about how much I enjoyed it, that I wanted more of it. The wolf clawing at my insides, yearning for him. I bit my lip and couldn't help but let Stiles smell fill my head, I groaned and knew where this would lead to.

I took a shower after, wishing that Stiles came over so that both of us would've had pleasure. I stepped out of the shower and found my phone, texting Stiles and going to sit on my bed. Determining to make that wish come true, the wolf rising and clawing to be free. To claim Stiles as his.

Stiles's POV

Drowning in ecstasy, feeling Derek push himself deeper into me; hitting my prostate. I couldn't suppress my moans as I arched my back, feeling his calloused hands push me back into the bed. Derek fully pressed himself into me, taking me into his embrace as his pace increased, showing my ass no mercy from his large cock as he bit my shoulder. I was so close, panting and heaving; I could tell Derek could go on for a while longer though. I held out because I enjoy feeling Derek fill my insides, smelling the musk and leather he emits only succeeded in turning me on further.

He pulled away, confusing me for a moment before picking my back up in his arm. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and began to bounce on his throbbing organ. I felt his hot breath in my ear, his claws rake down my back as I speed up, passionately kissing him between bounces. I felt myself climax against him, and him soon unto me.

I smiled, leaving Derek to his own devices and went to take a shower.

I left later, checking my phone and hearing Scott's voicemail. I couldn't help but feel bad, I wasn't able to help the one I love when indugling in my own sick fantasies. He checked the time he got it Only a few minutes ago, If I hurry I can and started to dash in the direction of Scott's house.

Narrator's POV

Stiles finally reached Scott's house, using the spare key hidden under the fake plant to get in. He wasn't much of a werewolf but he knew everyone was asleep, the light in Scott's room was off, no other lights were to be seen from the back of the house, he couldn't hear anyone; the silence was borderline eerie. Every step was a tree snapping in half, every breath a hurricane, slowly reaching the destination. He made the final leap and the silence flooded the room, creeping ever so slowly down the hall.

He reached the door, already ajar, slowly pushing it open to reveal a half naked Scott cocooned within his sheets. Stile's heart skipped a beat, he took in all of his features. The moonlight reflecting from his amber skin, the movement of his chest as it rose and fell, the peacefulness of his features. He slowly crept forward, standing mere inches from the bed.

Stile's POV

He shifted in his sleep, my entire body froze, I even think my heart stopped. Eventually it beat again, time assuring me he was still asleep. Scott's forearm was laying off the side of his bed. I bit my lip Either I'm going to get exactly what I want, OR I'm going to die trying and crawled forward, placing myself against the bed as not to disturb the angel within. Wrapping his arm around my chest and inhaling the leathery smell, it made me dizzy, and I liked it. I'm definetly fucked if he wakes up. I stood up, stepping over the miscellanious objects in the room to the other side of the bed. Slowly undressing myself down to just my pants, leaving it in a pile, moving what it felt like hours at a time, crawling into the bed. I whispered softly into his ear "Your back might be to me, but I know your heart is open," facing away from him and falling asleep. I felt him stir and froze, feeling him embrace me, I'm going to die, This is how I die. At the hands and in the arms of one of the sexiest werewolves alive. I exhaled a breath I didn't realize I was holding as he mumbled unitelligable half-phrases. I smiled. This is gonna bite me in the ass, I might as well enjoy it while I can. Shifting and curling against Scott, I fell asleep drunk on his scent.