Title: Shotgun Serenade

Chapter: 4/?

Series: Teen Wolf, MTV

Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Words: 4,329

Warnings: Violence, Sexual Content, Language, Child Abuse, Blackmail, Child Labor

Disclaimer: I own the Original Characters. Everything else belongs to the copyrighted owners.

Pairings: Stiles/OFC Scott/Allison

Feedback: I love it when people leave me reviews. They make me smile and inspire me to write faster.

Vampyr Pikachu: OC's have been separated into OFC's and OMC's. Probably to let people know if it's a slash fic or something like that. OFC: Original Female Character… Reverse for the OMC. Thanks for reviewing! Glad you enjoy it.

Tinker178: Glad you enjoy the story! I'll try to keep up the good chapters and fast posting. Haha.

A/N: On a side note just for the heck of retaining the fun of name symbolism… Furor is literally translated to Rage in Latin. Suits him right?

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Muscles flexed underneath taunt flesh, each stringy fiber tightening and loosening with each flexing motion. Lungs heaving under the strain, chest rising and falling laboriously. Hair plastered against sweat soaked flesh as each and every muscle grew taunt, straining against the heavy impact of another living creatures body. Lips parting letting out a slow breath, heart slowing as time seemed to pass in hours instead of seconds. Brilliant sapphire eyes catching the light like precious gems as nails dug into wood, teeth clenching tight with a heavy grunt. In an instant time seemed to restart as Lyca straightened up watching the ball sail into the goal. Raising her stick as she panted with a grin, turning her eyes to the coach in a defiant manner she gave him nothing but teeth. "That's the tenth one in a row… Girls rule… Boys drool."

A heavy round of applause from a single set of hands drew most of the teams attention as they all looked towards the stands as the mountain of muscle known as Furor stood up almost out of place in his size. Stepping down from his spot he ran his fingers though his pale hair, smoothing back the newly cut strands. No longer did they hang down past his ear, the hair now cropped short enough that it stood up on its own. White eyes catching the light for one moment longer before pitch black sunglasses were placed to cover the sensitive orbs, teeth showing in a near snarl as his attention turned towards Coach. "What position is she…"

"Bench…" Coach looked at the mountain of a man regarding him carefully before he motioned for Scott to start his turn. The sudden uptick of the educator's heart had Furor's beast suddenly desiring to attack, eyes glowing red behind his shades as the human looked on. "Who the hell are you?"

"Her big brother… Why is my little Lyca on the bench? She's just as skilled as any of the other players." Furor turned his attention towards his sister watching her block Scott's throw with a heavy strain on her body, the sight of her fighting not to shift had him wanting to growl out. Opening his left hand, feeling the slow flex of each and every muscle before he suddenly snapped his hands closed bones popping as he strained the joints. La Bête's blood running hot as it flooded his veins with a violent desire to rip the human limb from limb. His thick French accent slowly bleeding through as he spoke, "She's twice as strong as any of your pathetic ladies…"

"Tank!" Lyca quickly ran over elbowing her brother in the side before wrapping her arms around his left as he flexed yet again. Nibbling her bottom lip as she smiled up at him before staring at Coach with a fake smile. "So… I have to go to a doctor's appointment soon… And we… Furor… We need to leave. Isn't that right?"

"There's been a change in plans… I've been instructed by your male companion's parents that they will fulfill their punishment as I see fit. I have some yard work I need done." Furor slowly lifted his sunglasses as he stared down at his sister with interest. The uptick of her heart signaling her fear as she released his arm. Hand slowly coming to rest on his younger siblings head as he turned his eyes towards Scott, watching as the other male recognized the command in his voice. Removing his hand in an instant Furor was striding off towards the parking lot without another word.

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The final thirty minutes of practice had been the most tiring, strenuous moments of her life. Heart pounding as she and Stiles walked towards the jet black Toyota pickup her brother owned. Tossing her backpack and Lacrosse equipment into the back she glanced at the other teen nervously, nibbling on her lower lip. "Well… Are you still happy that you're not in trouble?"

Stiles followed her example putting his stuff in the bed of the pickup before rubbing the back of his neck, heart pounding hard as he slowly looked through the back window at the male waiting in the cab. Drawing a breath he let it out nice and slow. "Not really… He looks like he can rip this truck in two. That's not possible right?"

"Hmm… I wouldn't doubt it. Tank's got real bad anger management issues… Don't drop the soap!" Lyca sang out with a smile on her face as she opened the passenger door of the black pickup, climbing up and into the seat beside her brother with a saintly smile on her face. Just giving her brother an innocent look as he stared down at her without the slightest amount of humor in his eyes. "Not that I'm saying you're a pedophile or anything."

"…" Furor just stared at his baby sister without a speck of humor anywhere on his face. Eyes drilling into Lyca as he tugged his sunglasses down slightly, not even paying mind to Stiles as he slid in next to the teenage female. Glancing over the back of the seats he watched silently as Scott slid his bike into the truck bed. "Scratch the paint… and I will kill you. Get in back… There's no more room up here."

The entire ride was tense, no one bothered saying a single word. Stiles and Scott's heartbeats were skyrocketing as the car turned down the dirt road, drawing them into thick woods. The soft sound of Mozart flowing throughout the car as everyone in the cab simply let the music speak volumes. "So… Your anger management counselor told you to listen to Mozart?" Lyca broke the silence cautiously looking over at her brother.

"He said that classical music can be calming… Considering the fact that I have three pending assault charges going through the court system… Pothole!" The truck jerked violently as it hit the hole roughly. Furor clenched his teeth as the axle gave a loud grind, drawing a breath deep he started counting from one to twenty in French as quietly as he possibly could. Gripping the wheel of his pickup tightly he forced a look of composure. "I asked Jericho… To fill that… Mozart is supposed to tame my inner… Upsets."

"I think you should just rip someone's head off and call it a day. You're so much calmer after you've beaten the snot out of some unsuspecting bystander." Lyca muttered sarcastically as she leaned closer to Stiles to avoid getting smacked for being a smartass. The usual hand upside the head didn't send her reeling into a dizzy inner monologue about why blue was blue. Eyeing her brother cautiously she saw what he was tapping his fingers in time to the music as she often did, trying to control himself while driving the truck. "So… You good?"

"I'm going… To work all of you like dogs… Any extra punishment would get me arrested." Furor just forced a smile pulling up to the manor. Shifting the truck into park he forced a nearly sadistic smile as he looked at Stiles, he could hear the teens heart rate skyrocketing as if he'd just pulled a gun on him. "Get the fuck out of my truck."

"You heard the man!" Lyca shoved Stiles against the door, the pair tumbling out as it fell open. Not even phased that she'd landed hard on the dirt ground she jerked herself up. She glanced over towards the back of the truck watching as Scott scrambled out of the bed nervously glancing at the cab. The trio watched silently as Furor pulled himself from the vehicle. "So… What are we supposed to-"

"I want the shed repainted, the porch restained, all the weeds pulled, the logs chopped into fire wood… and if the whole fucking house isn't cleaned before dinner you'll be working while everyone else eats… No breaks… Get to work before I get the bullwhip." Furor snarled eyes flashing a bloody red as he slammed his door shut, the glass shattering violently. The twenty-four year old growling dangerously as he stormed off.

"Your brother… Has some fucking issues." Stiles said staring after the pissed off werewolf. Swallowing hard he looked at Lyca and Scott. All of them standing there in silence for a while before anyone decided to speak up.

"So… Let's pull weeds?" Lyca rubbed the back of her neck. After a second she glanced at Scott, following his line of view she noticed someone gutting a deer near the makeshift smoke house that had been built earlier during the week. "That's Beau. He's Jericho's little brother…"

"They don't look anything alike." Scott stared at her with a raised brow before he found himself and Stiles being shoved towards the side of the house. Glancing back at the young adult that was sawing wood for something. Maybe it was the fact his hair was dyed hot pink that was throwing him off. "What's wit-"

"Don't ask… He gets really mad when people bitch about his hair. He threw a chair through the window last time Jericho got on him when his hair was green." Lyca just shook her head knowing her relatives were a little childish about the stupidest things. Nudging Stiles and Scott towards the garden she could only sigh with relief. "Someone did most of the weeding. That's one thing we don't have to do much of."

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Three hours into their laborious work the boys finally sat side by side on the dirt ground, panting heavily as they watched Lyca chopping wood. Scott was the first one to speak up. "Lyca… Come on. Sit down for one second, we've been at it for hours. Aren't you tired?"

"I'd rather be tired and sore than lose an arm like Jericho." Lyca leaned the axe against the tree stump she'd been chopping wood on. Looking at the half chopped pile she let her hands rest on her knees as she panted softly, eyes falling on the boys before shaking her head. "Tank's gonna ram your guys asses if you don't get up and start chopping or something."

"Give us a second… Unlike you two I'm still human. I don't get to turn furry and have anger management problems." Stiles complained with a hint of sarcasm. Tilting his head back he just gave a pain filled groan as Lyca snorted. With a sigh he made to look at her with a glare only to find his jaw dropping. "What the hell are you d-"

Lyca's shirt smacked Stiles in the face as she stood panting in her bra and shorts, uncaring of whoever decided to look on. "It's hot… Stop complaining. We're almost done. We just have to clean the house then we can eat."

"(1)Eh bien, mon cher ... La bête violente semble avoir cédé. Présentez-moi vos amis. " Beau's voice rang out with a rich Cajun drawl as he leaned against a tall tree near the trio. Emerald eyes sparkling with amusement as he ran his fingers through his hot pink hair, several years his brother's junior the nineteen year old male gave a toothy grin. His pair of spiked black lower lip piercings almost dull against his golden farmer's tan, pale flesh barely peeking out from beneath his low slung work jeans. There were three black ring piercings through the cartilage of his upper right ear, another piercing in his left eyebrow and a rather vicious looking medusa lip piercing. Clearing his throat his voice rang out strong as he grinned. "I promise not to tell that your friends are being lazy…"

"Stiles and Scott… Did you get more piercings? Jericho's going to be so pissed… I wanna watch!" Lyca laughed as she picked up the axe, settling another log on the tree stump. Swinging up and then bringing the axe down with a flawless cut as she smirked at her cousin. "When'd you get back from Louisiana?"

"Last night… The pack down there deemed me no longer necessary to their… Conference with the hunters. Tank told you about the pregnant woman they slaughtered didn't he?" Flexing his hands a few times Beau slid his fingers into his pockets watching the female work, not even phased by the fact she was nearly half naked. Emerald eyes sparkling with amusement as they fell on Stiles, almost purring out as he chuckled, "Mon ami… Close your jaw. Mon cher may be lovely… But she is as much the beast as her brother. Vicious to the core. Mama Belle sends her regards to the family, now that I think upon it."

"I haven't seen Mama Belle in years…"Lyca slung the axe up to rest on her shoulder panting softly, turning her eyes to the finally finished stack of wood. Grinning at the boys as she finally spoke towards them, "Stack the wood or else I'm telling Furor so I can watch him spank you."

"He wouldn't dare…" Stiles narrowed his eyes trying to decide if Lyca was joking or not…

"Have I told you guys Furor's gay yet?" Lyca cracked a wide grin almost as mischievous as the one Beau suddenly had on his face. Despite the blatant lie she kept her heart steady, breath calm as she watched the pair stare at each other before quickly jumping into action.

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A sweaty pile of limbs and heaving bodies was laid across the couch as the chores had finally been finished. No one dared speak up as food was set on the coffee table by Beau, whom could only cock a brow curiously at trio of tired teens. "I can see you're all tired… I made some of Mama Belle's famous jambalaya."

"Thank god… I thought we'd never finish… What time is it anyways?" Lyca still had her face buried against Stiles chest as Scott removed himself from the pile to attack his food like a hungry animal. A moment later she managed to drag herself to her bowl, shoveling in a large spoonful of the delicious dish. "God I missed you Beau… Jericho's been feeding us his health food again."

"Mon cher… He's doing his best. He's never been one to cook for company, let alone family." Beau drawled out sitting on the right arm of the sofa as he watched the teens shoveling down what he'd made earlier in the evening. Turning his eyes up as a hand settled on his shoulder, fingers spread wide as the firm grip tightened almost painfully. "Ah… Mon Ami, what brings you down so late?"

"Are they finished?" Furor stood behind the couch looking over the teens with a guarded gaze. Eventually his tired body reminded him that he'd awoken too soon as he gave a long yawn, not bothering to cover it as he shook his head in a dog like manner. Bones popping as he raised his arms into a long stretch. "I let your parents know you boys are staying the night… I don't care where you sleep as long as I don't trip over you."

"I'll put them to bed… Go get some rest, you look horrible." Beau reached back to slap Furor's naked hip, a wicked grin on his face as he eyed the other male. Biting back a snicker as he watched his cousin walk back towards the stairs in all of his naked glory. A bark of laughter working itself out as Scott choked on his food, eyeing Furor with wide eyes. "What's wrong mon ami?"

"Dude… He's walking around the house naked!" Scott squeaked out staring after the huge male as he disappeared up the stairs, eyes flashing towards Beau to catch the other watching him in an amused manner. "What the hell… Is nudity a werewolf thing and I'm just not normal for whatever…"

"In our family mon ami… No one cares much. Nudity is a natural thing. Why should we be ashamed of what comes as naturally to us as our beasts?" Beau mused leaning down to ruffle Scott's hair as he looked at Stiles for a moment. The other teen seemed intent on chowing down on his food while ignoring fact there had been a naked man in the room.

"I sleep naked too…" Lyca announced abruptly before she started eating again. She heard Stiles choke on her left and reached over slapping his back hard, smiling when he regained composure. With a shrug she just went back to eating again. Sliding her bowl away she smiled up at Beau. "So… Who's sleeping where?"

"Since Micah's been exiled to the basement… The boys can sleep with you? You would not mind much would you, mon chere?" Beau started stacking dishes to return to the kitchen with a trouble making grin on his face as he watched the boys pale dramatically. "Or… are they opposed to sharing a ladies bed?"

"Don't be wimps… It's like a dog pile. It's no big deal. Or does someone want to take the couch?" Lyca asked curiously staring between the boys as they glanced at each other opening their mouths simultaneously.

"I'll t-"

"I want the couch!" Scott spat out before Stiles could finish, heart racing as he stared at the other two. Swallowing hard as Lyca just shrugged. Forcing a grin of near defeat Scott mouthed the words. 'Sorry, man.'

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"Wall or outside?" Lyca asked as she slipped out of her shorts, turning her head over her shoulder to catch Stiles both staring and blushing. Raising an eyebrow she just stared at him until he realized she was looking at him. The sound of his cough as he looked at the ground had her laughing. "Werewolf got your tongue?"

"Oh… I see what you did there… Heh… Um… Outside?" Stiles voice cracked as he nervously looked around her room. The entire room was wallpapered in band posters. The mahogany dresser had signatures' dug into the old wood while the bed was nothing more than a mattress on the floor. Very minimalist or something like that… Swallowing he looked at Lyca. "So… Um…"

"Wanna touch them?" Lyca gave a sly grin as she sauntered over to Stiles. He was acting so nervous she couldn't help herself… She had to tease him. Maybe it was the fact he was in a house filled with hungry werewolves that would more than likely want to kill him, at least in his mind they probably did. Grabbing his right hand before he could pull it away she pressed it against her bra covered left brest. "Nerves any better?"

"Yeah…" Stiles absently choked out, subconsciously flexing his hand against the warm cloth before he realized what he was doing. Looking at her in shock he tried to protest. "I didn't me-"

"Micah always uses me as a body pillow… Trust me a little groping is the least of my problems. Just don't hog the bed. I'll be forced to eat you if you do!" She gave a soft growl of laughter shoving him back onto the mattress with a snicker as she leaned over flicking the light off, the room bathed in pitch black. The soft rustle of clothing and the comforter had her listening as she slowly felt her way along the floor after sinking to her knees so as not to trip over anything. Something hitting her across the face causing her to pause as she picked it up, the eventual realization it was Stiles' shirt had her blinking into the darkness, so maybe he wasn't so prude.

"Um… So… This isn't weird for you? I mean… I can sleep on the floor if- Oh, shit!" Stiles yelped sitting up as Lyca accidentally grabbed his upper thigh. Swallowing hard as his heart pounded as the hand shifted away, the soft brush of her knee against his shin and the dip of the mattress signaling she'd just climbed into bed. Opening his mouth once or twice he finally snapped it shut flopping back as he rolled onto his side, trying to will himself not to do or say anything stupid. The bed jerking softly as Lyca did something behind his back before the soft heat of her body was pressed agai- She took off her bra!

"I can put a shirt on if it bothers you." Lyca said softly curling up with Stiles as she situated herself under the comforter. Snuggling her face against the warm flesh of his back as she cuddled up against him. The sound of his heart racing had her wanting to laugh, he was obviously panicking for no reason.

"No! Doesn't bother me!" Stiles quickly squawked as he swallowed hard as he reached down to try and press away his quickly forming erection. Grunting in an almost aggravated manner as he realized trying to hide it wasn't going to make it go away, turning his head as if he was going to look behind himself towards Lyca looking into the darkness. Just sighing he shook his head trying to force some semblance of sleep upon himself.

"Pervert." Lyca smiled against the flesh of his back as she wrapped an arm around his chest, breathing heatedly against the flesh. Lips parting as she slowly trailed her tongue along the center of the back of his neck, teasing his spine. Fingers tightening against his ribs as she fought the urge to giggle as his breath caught. "Want me to put a shirt on?"

Stiles pulled away, flipping over to face her as his heart raced. His fingers reaching out to trail against her arm as he swallowed hard blinking into the darkness. "You don't… Don't have to. It's jus-" He didn't even fight back as she interrupted him.

Her cheeks flushed as she molded her mouth against his, fingers pressed tight against his chest as she felt his heartbeat slowing under her hand. Lyca slowly pulled back a few millimeters, the soft sound of him sucking in a breath had her own heart racing as she waited for his reaction. "I'm s-"

Stiles wrapped his fingers in her hair as he pressed his own lips against hers, it was sloppy and wet. First kisses weren't meant to be perfect, neither were kisses in the dark. Heart slow as it slammed against his ribs hard as he pulled back slowly, kissing her again with a slow sigh of approval. Flesh shuddering under her fingers as she wrapped her arm around him letting her fingertips rest against his spine. Lips parting from hers with a wet sound as he swallowed with slight difficulty. "So…"

"You're a real air head you know that…" Lyca buried her face against his chest with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Stiles forced himself to relax, eased the tension from his own body as best as he possibly could. Not bothering to remove his fingers from her hair, as his cheeks remained dusted with a soft tint of pink.

"I like you..." Lyca murmured almost too quietly. "Why do you think I'm always hanging on you…"

Micah leaned against the wall outside of the bedroom listening in utter silence as he swallowed hard, trying to choke down the knot that had suddenly formed in his throat. Jaw tightening as he clenched his teeth, bones popping in his hands as he clenched his fists even tighter. Every muscle trembling as he fought the shift, blood dripping down his chin as his fangs pressed into his lower lip. Each soft drop falling from his chin mixing with the salty tears that slowly eased their way down his cheeks without his permission. It felt as if someone had just wrenched his heart out of his chest… That fucking human was going to pay for taking what was his, he swore this to himself wiping his lip against the back of his hand before fading into the darkness of the houses shadows.

1. Literal Translation Using Google Translator Because I Can't Speak French For Crap: Well, my dear ... The violent beast seems to have yielded. [Introduce] Show me your friends.