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"Stiles dude, seriously what the fuck is going on with you?!" Scott shouted not caring that the bathroom created an immense echo. He looked over to Isaac on the floor, raising his brows as if to ask if he was ok. Isaac nodded.

"Scott, whatever do you mean?" Stiles said sarcastically putting his hands on his hips leaning in as if observe the wheels in Scott's brain whirling.

Scott gaped, "Oh, I don't know. Your fucking eyes! Your fangs! The super speed!" he looked over at Jackson "the super strength!"

"That? Yeah, Jackson and I went through some…minor changes" his lips twisted into a minor grin at the last word "we can do all the same things you do, just a hundred times better, oh and we don't smell like wet dogs. I'd consider the not getting ugly part a bonus too. Wouldn't you?" he asked fangs extracting and head cocking to the side.

"Scott…we should go" Isaac whispered, his arm had healed and he was making his way to stand up. Jackson grabbed him by the throat and pushed him into the tile wall of the restroom. "No, you two aren't going anywhere, especially you" Jackson said using his other hand to run his finger across Isaac's cheek fondly. Isaac turned his head away rejecting the touch.

Jackson snickered, "Baring your throat only makes it that much easier" he whispered in Isaac's ear before he buried his fangs into the curly haired boys throat.

"Isaac!" Scott made to move from Stiles and help, but Stiles was in front of him again in a flash, glaring at him.

"Is that your new best friend Scott? Isaac? Does he matter that much to you? I should've known you'd replace me like I was…a freakin' Christmas tree ornament" Stiles face contorted, a slight hint of anger masking his features.

"Christmas what? Stiles move! Jackson is going to kill him!" Scott tried taking another step forward but Stiles didn't budge. "Stiles! Seriously, move!" a swift hand came down on the side of Scott's face; knocking him to the cold floor of the restroom. "Answer my question Scott. Is Isaac your new best friend? Come on, don't make me hit you again, not that I actually care…"

Scott looked up at Stiles he was taken aback, is this real? "Stiles what the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you being like this? Ok, you have fucking powers now. Use them to help people, not hurt them!" Scott jumped back up to his feet.

Scott helplessly averted his eyes to Isaac when he heard how faint his heart was beating. He had finally stopped struggling. His lids lowering when Jackson finally detached himself and began to lick at the wound that was still oozing blood. Scott shuddered. He was ok when it was just him that was a monster; but now all the people around him were being affected. He never imagined Stiles would become anything supernatural. Stiles was only supposed to have the power of mouth all mighty. He brought his eyes back to Stiles, and exhaled. "Ok, he's done. Can we go?" he said gesturing to Isaac's weak body lying across the restroom floor where Jackson had placed him.

"Isaac can go" Stiles shrugged "might want to wait until he heals though. But you aren't going anywhere" he said grabbing the collar of Scott's shirt. Scott had had enough. So what if Stiles was his best friend, he definitely wasn't acting like it. His claws extracted and he swiped Stiles face causing him to release his shirt. He started to dash for Isaac until Jackson snatched him and tossed him across the bathroom into one of the stalls. Stiles inhumanly turned in Scott's direction, wiping his face that had deep scratches. Scott had broken the toilet seat when Jackson threw him into it. He looked up to see Stiles' face healing almost immediately, his eyes smoldering amber and his fangs bursting out. Those definitely look longer he thought to himself bracing himself for Stiles to attack.

"I'm hungry Scott, so hungry, so be a good boy and let me rip your fucking throat out, I need to feed" he said laughing with eagerness. He licked his lips and started for the stall Scott was in. The bathroom door opened and a young man stepped in. "Stiles, I wouldn't do that if I were you" Stiles and Jackson both spun around and hissed at the person the voice was coming from. Pavel.

"What are you doing here?" Jackson questioned, eyes burning a very light cerulean blue. His lips were red and swollen, as well as covered in Isaac's blood. He wasn't so glad to see Pavel.

"Jackson, as someone who saved your life, I'd expect a kinder, much warmer greeting" Pavel said calmly, completely unfazed by the scene before him. A young werewolf on the floor with a bloodied neck, multiple dents across the restroom walls. A young beta in a stall preparing for a death match and of course, his beloved Stiles, face burning with anger and hunger.

"You said you'd leave us alone after you helped us with controlling our abilities!" Jackson yelled. He wanted nothing more than to take Pavel down but he knew better. He wouldn't last five seconds.

Pavel smiled and clasped his hands together, "You call this control Jackson?" he asked eyes skewering around the restroom then back to Jackson.

Jackson rolled his eyes "Whatever, lets go Stiles…" he said looking over to the young vampire who had quietly made his attack. Stiles was currently in the stall behind Scott with his legs wrapped around the werewolf's waist to keep him in place as he fed from his neck. He was moaning lightly as he drained blood from Scott's warm throat. He detached his bloodied mouth from the werewolf's neck and smiled. "Mhmm, we…we can go" he pushed Scott over on to the floor, making his way over to Jackson ignoring Pavel.

"What? No greeting Stiles?" Pavel asked arrogantly

"Go to hell" Stiles spat grabbing Jackson's hand leading them out of the restroom. Jackson took one last glimpse at Isaac who was now sitting up on the floor and gave him a flirtatious smirk.

Pavel was left alone in the restroom with the two betas. He smiled at Isaac and made his way to Scott who was just recovering.

"He fucking bit me…Stiles bit me!" Scott said grabbing his neck and looking at his hand to see how much damage had been done. He was already healing so it wasn't much blood.

"Hello Scott, I have a few questions for you" Pavel said crouching down to eye level with Scott.

"Who the fuck are you? Oh god, Isaac! Isaac are you ok?" Scott said craning his neck to get a view of Isaac on the other side of the restroom.

"I've been better" Isaac returned, Scott could tell Isaac was smiling. Pavel gripped his chin and turned his head back so they were both looking at each other. Scott glared at him and pulled his face from his hands and tried to stand, failing as Pavel grabbed his shoulder and sat him back down.

"I said, I have some questions" Pavel reminded him

"Dude! I don't know who you are and I don't care abou-" Scott paused as his attention was brought to the glow in Pavel's eyes.

"Hi Scott. Say hi."

"Hi"

"Awww, you should've just cooperated" Pavel sighed "the feeling of putting someone under compulsion sucks"

"…"

"Scott where's Derek?"

Scott blinked. He had recently joined Derek's pack so the sire bond he had to Derek broke him from the trance.

"Derek? What?" he asked confused and dizzily

Pavel sighed, "Compulsion on werewolves'…so tedious" he whined before grabbing Scott's attention again.

"I said, where's Derek?" he said eyes shining again

"I…I don't know" Scott said honestly, it wouldn't put his alpha at risk so the sire bond didn't break the compulsion

"Stay here" the vampire ordered; clearly annoyed

Pavel dropped his head and groaned; he stood up and turned around to Isaac who was now standing.

"You! Where is Derek Hale?" he said looking over Isaac

"I'm not telling you" Isaac gnarled.

In a split of a second Pavel had him pinned against the wall, "I could break your neck right now" he said brushing Isaacs curls out off his forehead, "Hmm…you're a pretty one, I wouldn't mind fucking the answer out of you. Though…I don't think Jackson would like that, he's taken a liking to you". Isaac shook slightly under Pavel's grasp at those words.

"I don't know where he is either" Isaac exhaled; Pavel's body was pushed up against his leaning in closer every time he exhaled.

"Are you lying to me" Pavel asked eyes glowing and fading quickly

"No"

Pavel let him go and fixed one of the buttons on his long coat. "You adolescent ones are of no use, how could you possibly not know where your alpha is? I'd imagine you'd be able to smell the dog. Very well, I'll just have to pass the time until he returns. Have a pleasant day" he said nodding to Isaac before stepping out of the restroom.

Isaac exhaled and tried to get himself to stop shaking. Suddenly the door opened back up and Pavel stepped through. "Ah, don't fret I forgot something. Scott?" Scott looked up, still under compulsion. "You're free" he said and left the restroom again.

Scott blinked a couple times before standing and walking over to Isaac. They both stood in silence staring at the restroom door for a while before Isaac broke the eerie quiet. "We're in for some shit Scott…"

"I know…"

"We have to find Derek and let him know what's going on"

"Mhmm"

"Scott?"

"We're both totally getting detention"

Jackson and Stiles had left the school grounds and were both in Jackson's bedroom.

Stiles normally would have been uncomfortable seeing someone's parents walking around like robots waiting on them hand and foot, even though Jackson's parents weren't much different before he put them under his compulsion.

He sat back on Jackson's bed as he watched him pace the room; he liked seeing him like this. Nervous, unsure, scared. Who else got to see Jackson like this? It was nice him being the calm one for once.

"What is Pavel doing back here? He was supposed to teach 'the ways' or whatever and leave us alone. Now he's back in Beacon Hills? Doesn't make any sense…there's nothing here for him!" Jackson exhaled and plopped down next to Stiles who was preoccupied checking out his fangs in one of the many mirrors in Jackson's room.

"I don't know about that Jackson" he said still not giving Jackson his full attention

"What do you mean?"

"He's an eleventy-trillion year old vampire. Nothing he does is ever going to be a coincidence"

"Turning you?" Jackson said quietly.

Stiles finally turned his attention to Jackson. "I consider that to be a wrong place at the wrong time situation, which is mostly your fault" he said nudging Jackson with his shoulder and smirking.

"Well, if you hadn't followed me out into the woods like a jackass" Jackson said eyes looming over Stiles' lips. They were so soft looking, and red. The turn had a special effect that most wouldn't complain about. It maxed out your beauty. Hair got thicker and the color enhanced. Lips became fuller, lashes grew. The whole nine yards.

"Oh no Jackson, I told you we were done with that" Stiles said, he had caught Jackson's gaze.

"Oh come on, in class today…the way you said that you were fucking me…it got me so hard" Jackson said leaning in rubbing his lips against Stiles' jaw, "just once really quick, please Stiles'.

"No Jackson, I wasn't in my right mind the last time that happened, it won't be happening again" Stiles said, but he wasn't rejecting Jackson's light kisses.

Jackson kept kissing across Stiles jaw his hand sliding down into Stiles' pants. "Stiles, you can't say no, you've never said no"

Stiles' eyebrow quirked up. He grabbed Jackson arm and pushed it down forcing his hand to go deeper into his pants. "I can't, can't I?" he said breathlessly now kissing Jackson back, the kissing would be bruising if they weren't vampires. Stiles' bucked his hips up into Jackson's touch his erection. "Come on Jackson, take me" he gasped pulling Jackson's hand out and placing it on his zipper and buttons.

Jackson grinned and used his vampire speed to unbutton, unzip, and pull Stiles' jeans off before throwing them to the floor. Stiles was now laying on his bed, his erection showing through the turquoise briefs. He moved back so he was sitting up against the headboard and directed Jackson to follow him with a crooked gesture of his finger.

Jackson stripped out of his own clothes as fast as he could his own throbbing erection slapping up against his stomach. He climbed on the bed and crawled towards Stiles' like he was prey, sliding between his open legs. They were finally face to face. Jackson slipped his hand behind Stiles' head to pull him in for a kiss. Their tongues caressed each other, twirling and licking the insides of each others mouths, the slight taste of Isaac and Scott mixing together. Jackson's eyes flashed light cerulean.

He reached down to pull Stiles' underwear off before his hand was smacked away. Stiles chuckled and pushed Jackson down, straddling him. He placed both palms on Jackson's chest and leaned in close to his ear. "You can't wait to fuck this ass can't you?" Jackson shook his head in response.

"Answer me"

"I can't wait." Jackson said impatiently

"Cant wait to do what?" Stiles purred licking Jackson's ear

It was all too much, Jackson gave in, "I can't wait to fuck your fucking tight ass" he grabbed both Stiles ass cheeks and caressed them through the tight briefs. Stiles looked into Jackson face and grinned.

"Too bad I'm hungry" he lifted up off Jackson and walked towards the bedroom door, erection still blatantly obvious.

"What!? Stiles are you serious? You're going to be a cocktease?" Jackson was borderline furious.

"You said I can never say no, well…now you see that I can" Stiles said, as he slipped back into his jeans.

Jackson covered his face in disbelief. He had a raging hard on and Stiles was actually leaving him to deal with it.

"Stiles, I'm horny and I want to have sex" he growled

"Well, I'm hungry and I want to have dinner" Stiles said completely unfazed by Jacksons current case of blueballs.

"Fuck you" Jackson said lifting his middle finger and turning on his side away from Stiles, napping would be way better than dealing with this.

"You wanted to" Stiles said laughingly before slipping out the bedroom door"

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