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Neither the characters nor the storyline is mine. I just like to play with it. No money was made from this story. No animals or children were hurt during the writing of this story...

Chapter 3

Scott had just locked the bathroom door behind himself, still chuckling, when he heard a loud thumb coming from Stiles's room, meaning Jackson began the long and strenuous process of waking Stiles up and had been flipped of for the first time. So maybe Scott could have told him about the shortcut for waking his best friend up without getting hurt but where would the fun in that be? Stiles often complained about Scott's sleeping habits, which was strange figuring the other boy's were nearly the same. Maybe that's why their friendship worked? They had just learned not to disrupt the other while visiting Morpheus's realm, OK so maybe that was done trough trail and error with both boys having the scars to prove it.

And maybe their friendship worked, because they had known each other since they were in diapers and have been inseparable ever since. They had each others backs since they could remember. It was a twelve year old Scott's shoulder Stiles cried himself to sleep on for weeks after his mother had died and no one else was allowed to touch him, not even his father. It was a fourteen year old Stiles, baseball bat in hand, threatening to kill Scott's abusive drunk asshole excuse of a father, if he even thought about hurting his best friend ever again while standing protectively in front of Scott. It was the night Scott had finally broken down and told Stiles all about the beatings his father subjected him to whenever they were alone in the house. Thankfully the neighbors had heared the argument and called the police. It was sheriff Stilinski that investigated after hearing the familiar address on the radio. The night ended with his father in jail and his mother finally agreeing to divorce the bastard.

But the feeling he had when he saw the boy this morning was something else entirely. In all sixteen years of their lives had Scott never thought of Stiles in a sexual context. But today? Well, it was obvious that if he shut his upstairs brain off and allowed another part of his body free reign, things were definitely different today. Slowly letting his hand wander down his chest toward their target he slowly began to stroke his cock, moaning as silently as possible, imaging him and Stiles and Jackson in a threesome only to be reminded that he was no longer the only wolf in their circle when he heard Jackson snap at him from Stiles's room.

"McCall I swear if you are jerking-off in there I'm coming in there and I will castrate you myself. I just figured out how to use my nails. So get you horny ass here and wake this buffoon I want to shower too. I smell like something died somewhere an my body. So hurry the fuck up!"

So Scott did the only thing he could and turned of the warm water showering as cold as he could it, trying to come up with mental images that would help him get his boner down. His standard image of Stiles naked was really, really counterproductive what worked was... Alison? Hm, OK that's odd it's like the world was upside down today. But now was not the moment to think about that . The three of them needed to talk and it wasn't going to be pretty...

Stiles whole existence consisted of only one thought. Hm, comfy. He feelt Scott was in the house he could hear and smell him, how? He had no idea! It was a smell he always associated with friendship, comfort and security. There was someone else in the house, but some deep down instinct told him this person was save to be around. This person smelled of grass, clean sweat and Axe body spray, similar to Scott only Scott, Stiles knew for sure, like himself preferred Dove over Axe.

It was then that something started poking into his shoulder. Thinking it was a fly he tried to chase it away by flinging his hands towards it. Feeling his right hand connecting with something shortly followed by a satisfying thumb he thought. Hm, must have been a big one. And with that he went back into blissful sleep. Not noticing Jackson getting of the floor rubbing his abused ass. Jackson, tired of being Stiles's punching ball, went to gather shower supplies and to steal some of Stiles's clothes in hopes they would fit. Looking at the still sleeping boy he thought Stiles was in for a surprise, he going a whole knew wardrobe, most of his shirts would now be to small for the new wolf.

Stiles woke up to the smell of coffee and the sight of Scott by his side. The other boy looked concerned at him before asking.

"Morning buddy, how do you feel and how much do you remember about last night?"

Stiles frowned. They didn't get drunk, did they? No, Scott couldn't get drunk anymore, not since he and been bitten. Wait, bitten? Derek had bitten him, but there is no wound anymore! So does that mean his a... a werewolf? NO this was ridiculous right... ah... right? O god fuck my life. Of course that's when Jackson fucking Whittemore opened his bedroom door wearing his clothes and smelling like his shampoo.

"Coffee McCall, really? That's all it takes not to be attacked by this neanderthal?"

Turning his head turned towards Scott, eyes glowing threateningly in a deep amber Stiles muttered one single word.

"Explain."

O yeah, this is gonna be fun, Scott thought. Why is it always me again?

On the other side of town the guardian sat in his bedroom thinking of ways to delay the inevitable. He knew for years this day would come. Ever since destiny herself appeared in his dreams revealing who and what he really was, what his purpose in lifw was. He prepared himself for two years now and still couldn't think of what he would say.

He had felt like this once before in his life, it was when he finally accepted he was gay and decided it was time to tell his best friend. Picturing different scenarios one worst the the other. Not expecting for said best friend to simply listen to his confession and simply pulling him in a hug afterwards telling him it didn't matter and he would always be his friend no matter what. And that included beeing suspended from school for beating a bully to a bloody pulp for calling him a fag.

Hoping this would go over nearly as smooth, he got his phone and dialed the all to familiar number. Waiting for his best friend to answer.

"Danny, is this important? I'm kinda in the middle of something!" Jackson replied.

"Yes, you could say that. You still with Scott and Stiles? Because I need to speak to the three of you!" He said in a ton of voice he knew would tell Jackson he was deadly serious.

"How did you... you know what it doesn't matter. Yes, we are at Stiles's house. Hurry up, maybe you can shed some light on all this?" He answered before disconnecting the call.

Oh, yes this was going to be bad.

I hope you enjoyed this. Till the next time.

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