Jackson woke up feeling super groggy and disoriented. The first thing he noticed was that his skin was on fire, it burned deep down to his muscles. He pressed his hand against his chest and tried to rub the burn away, it didn't work. Instead, he lightly grazed his nipple and felt an electrical current running pleasingly through his body, it made him quiver and he wanted more. He used his thumb and massaged the flesh around the area, it felt amazing to Jackson. It was as if he had never felt his own flesh before, as if his nerves were on overdrive and sending every light touch directly to his dick. But the more he did this the more the burning intensified. He slid his hand down his torso and shivered at his own touch, until he was able to grip his hard flesh. It hurt, his dick, it was harder than he had ever felt and twitched with the beating of his heart. He stoked the velvety sides of his own shaft and his whole body shuddered. He stroked up to the head and pulled his tight foreskin back until his red swollen tip was exposed. He circled the sensitive ring underneath his head and his skin burned. He stroked and stroked, the pressure built to an insurmountable level, his skin blazed fire hot, but he couldn't reach climax. He tried, he stroked faster and faster until soon it almost felt chaffed, but he couldn't stop, didn't stop, he stroked and stroked and finally after the pain almost overpowered everything, he came in an unsatisfying whimper. But his skin didn't burn as bad, his mind cleared, he could think.

He got in the shower and washed his come away trying to be careful on his sensitive dick, he had chaffed, left the skin feeling raw and over sensitive. It was still semi-hard but he ignored it and cleaned away the grime of the past few days. He let the hot water soothe away his muscles. He dried himself off with a towel and got a pair of loose sweats out of one of Derek's drawers. He took stock of his own body, and, other than the strange hotness beneath his skin and his abnormally high libido, he was fine. He looked at his hands and tried to unsheathe his claws, they came slowly out of his skin and he felt a bit of tension release within him.

He went down stairs but no one was home, they hadn't even left a note. Jackson sighed, he thought maybe, well it didn't matter. He had things to do, he had been missing for a while. He looked around the house and found the stuff he'd left under the log on the table in the dinning room. He called Scott with his cell phone, who answered his call quickly, and Jackson asked him for a favor. He asked if it was possible if Scott's mother would be able to write a note for him saying he was sick and hospitalized with something bad like the flu. Surprisingly, Scott thought it was a great idea and said he would get back to him later. He then called Danny and asked him if he had missed anything in school. Danny was pissed, he wanted to know where Jackson had been and Jackson told him he had been in the hospital. Danny didn't believe him, so Jackson promised to talk to him later, he had wanted to tell him about the bite for a while any way.

He made himself breakfast and ate alone. He would sometimes catch himself rubbing his half hard dick through his sweats while he ate, it was embarrassing and completely not something he would do, ever. He felt that strange heat over his skin and wondered if he maybe did have a fever. He called Derek next, but the call rang twice and went to voice mail, 'okay', thought Jackson, trying not to feel bad knowing that Derek was ignoring his calls.

He grabbed his stuff, found his car keys, and drove home. Jesus Christ, even after getting kidnapped Jackson could barely get some attention from Derek. He knew he was being a brat now but he didn't care, it seemed like everyone was avoiding him and that was fucking annoying. He got home and went up to his room to check his email. It was Wednesday, and he had been missing since last Thursday, that's six days taken away from him, a whole fucking week. Jackson wasn't angry about the torture, no he was pissed that he now had a weeks worth of work to make up. He sighed and absentmindedly rubbed himself through his sweats. The house was filthy and he decided to just clean the house. After three hours he still wasn't done but he was hungry. He ordered a pizza and then asked Danny to come over. He cleaned while he waited and was able to get the entire lower floor spotless and shinning, it smelled like lemons and bleach.

Danny showed up first, when Jackson opened the door he looked at him closely to see if anything was wrong. He looked a little flushed but otherwise okay, Danny thought that he might have actually been telling the truth when he said he was in the hospital. The house looked amazing, Danny always thought it was strange how oddly domestic Jackson could be, like the way he cleaned everything so perfectly and put everything in its place. Danny knew it wasn't something he'd learned from his parents, it might have been some old nanny…

They both sat on the couch in the living. Jackson looked kind of nervous and that was starting to make Danny nervous.

"Okay…well I promised to tell you the truth…You've noticed how shit this past year had gotten weird, all the killings and stuff, and well we both knew that Scott and Stiles had something to do with it. Well, basically werewolves are real, Scott is one, Derek is one, you know Derek Hale, Stiles' 'cousin', and well I'm one now."

Danny didn't speak he just listened and thought. Would Jackson go through the trouble of making some ridiculous story up, especially one so unreal…Danny didn't think so, that meant he was telling the truth right?

"Okay…okay…I believe you…" or at least he thought he did. Jackson gave him a look, and then showed him his hand and extended his claws. He let his fangs out and took on his half form, strong brow and long fur, and his neon blue eyes. Danny just sat there with his eyes wide, trying hard not to freak the fuck out, Jackson allowed his features to return to normal and waited for Danny to snap out of his stupor. The ringing door bell made Danny flinch and made Jackson laugh while he got up to get the pizzas. He handed one box to Danny and kept one for himself and turned on the television.

Danny sat on the sofa freaking out a little before finally just accepting it, what else could he do. He opened the box and took a slice out and watched the episode of some Spider-Man cartoon Jackson had turned on.

"Told you you were a comic geek,"

"Shut up," said Jackson and smiled at his friend.

Jackson told Danny about the last couple months, the prolonged sickness the bite had given him, and the wonderful night he had turned. He told him about Derek, the way he no longer hated him, and the nights they spent together running through the woods hunting. Jackson told Danny that Lydia and Scott were werewolves too and how Derek was training them. Jackson then did something he was kind of nervous of doing, he came out to Danny.

"So me and Derek have been sort of sleeping together these past couple weeks, I mean it hasn't been anything serious, just like heavy petting but…I don't know what we're doing. I don't even know if he thinks of me as his boyfriend…"

"Okay, what," Danny had no clue that Jackson even had an interest in guys, he always seemed so straight…maybe. Jackson was always cocky, he always loved the attention he got when Danny took him to the gay club but Danny never assumed he would ever consider actually doing anything with another guy. Danny wasn't sure he liked Derek, "So wait, your like Derek's booty call or something."

"No! I mean we haven't even had sex yet. He says he really likes me, we sleep in the same bed…I don't know, he just makes me feel safe,"

"Of course he does, Derek was the guy you were afraid of remember,"

"I know but…he's changed," Jackson knew that sounded lame. The truth was he had changed, but then Jackson remembered the night Derek had chocked him, squeezed his throat tight until he couldn't breath. Had Derek really changed or had Jackson fooled himself into thinking he had, he didn't know. He just knew that he wanted to spend time with Derek, run with him, sit with him on the sofa with his arm around his shoulders, sleep in the same bed surrounded by Derek's mass, his scent. Jackson didn't know, but he had started to rub himself through his pants, he grasped and squeezed his length. Danny had noticed and coughed, when Jackson kept doing it he coughed louder.

"Dude stop fucking jerking yourself will you!" Danny finally said loudly. Jackson blushed, he couldn't believe he had done that. He got off the sofa to get something to in the kitchen and to adjust himself in his pants.

He drank a glass of ice water but it didn't make him feel better. Jackson realized he was feverish, he skin was a bit clammy and he felt like he had a temperature. Danny came in to check on him, but Jackson just waved him away. Jackson popped two Tylenol and hoped that would take the fever away.

"Are you okay?" Danny was a little worried, Jackson looked like he had a pretty bad fever going. He reached out and touched Jackson's forehead, it was really hot. Danny wondered if Jackson was wearing cologne, he could smell something coming off of him, it was the smell of his favorite aftershave. It made him feel strange, that was the same aftershave he would buy all his boyfriends, he loved smelling it on them as they made out. It was somewhat sweet without being too feminine and just the right amount of mustiness. Danny leaned in and took another whiff and he swore he could smell it on Jackson.

The door bell rang again and this time neither of them knew who it was, Jackson was grateful for the distraction though, he could have sworn Danny had been sniffing him and the hand he had place on his forehead felt so good, it was nice and cool and made him a little light headed. Jackson opened the door but couldn't tell who it was, giant bags were held in small arms covering their face.

"Jackson sweetie, help your mom," Jackson grabbed all the bags and Danny went out to help bring in the rest of the groceries which they placed on the kitchen counter. Jackson turned and then lifted his mother in a giant bear hug. His mom just laughed and swung loosely in his arms. Danny laughed and was glad to see Jackson and his mom interact, he knew Jackson loved his mom but she spent too much time away and often left Jackson alone in the house.

"Honey where were you? I told you I was coming home on Monday its Wednesday night,"

"Sorry mom but I have a really bad flu and I was in the hospital since Thursday," Jackson's white little lie, Danny forgot to ask him where he really was all week.

"Is everything okay,"

"Yeah it's just…my fever won't go down, I mean I had a bad one, but I think its back again,"

"Maybe we should take you back…"

"I already called my friend Scott, his mom's a nurse there, and he said that unless it gets really bad to just pop some pills…"

"Okay…maybe you should go lay down though,"

"Mom, I'm okay. I want to talk to Danny some more." Jackson's mother laughed. She remembered when these two boys had become friends, they were both ten, met at school, and were having their first sleep over. She remembered the way they stayed up most of the night, how she would have to go in there to get them to go to sleep. Jackson had said the same thing then that he said now, 'I want to talk to Danny some more'. She watched them now, and was happy to know that her son at least had one true friend.

Derek was with the others, Erica, Boyd, and Isaac. He was training them up, though it was slow, like Scott and Lydia. All he really wanted to do was go to Jackson, but after what Stiles had said, well, it made him question his own feelings for his pup. He needed to make sure that none of it was true, because if it was, he didn't think his pup could take it, finding out that his Alpha manipulated his emotions. It would be the worst betrayal of trust yet and considering the way Derek had once treated Jackson, he wouldn't put it past his pup to think it was another way Derek had decided to torture him, he wouldn't put it past Stiles to use that against him.

When he closed his eyes and focused on his bond between himself and Jackson, he could feel his pups far off lust, could smell it deep in his noise, that incredible smell, he remembered the taste of his sweat in his mouth, and his pups come…Derek didn't know if what he felt was love, but anything less, well Jackson didn't deserve that, he needed everything a person could give him, and for the first time in a long time Derek didn't think that was him.

Stiles was going to be proactive to today, no more just sitting around and waiting for a chance he might never get. So he waited until early evening before heading over to Jackson's. He parked his jeep at the front of the house and noticed three cars in the driveway. He walked nervously to the front door and knocked. He held his breath as he waited for someone to answer the door and realized that maybe it wasn't a good idea. But Jackson answered the door before Stiles could get away. Stiles didn't know what to do, but he let his instincts lead him and he launched himself towards Jackson and hugged him as hard as he could. The last week had been horrible and finally seeing him back, looking normal, as if nothing had happened, made him realize how scared he had truly been. He almost cried, but Jackson hugged him tight, pressed their heads together, and when he placed his mouth next to his ear whispered, "My moms here, so is Danny, I don't want them to know." Stiles let out a shaky breath and nodded.

"Hey Stiles, what's up," Danny waved him into the living room and Stiles sat to watch whatever was on television. Jackson came out from the kitchen and handed him a slice of pizza and a can of icy cold coke and sat down next to him. Stiles subtly, or so he thought, scooted closer to Jackson. He smelled differently, stronger, and sweeter, Stiles liked it. He could hear noises upstairs and wondered who it was, god forbid it was his dad.

"Dude, who's upstairs,"

"Oh it's my mom," said Jackson before getting up and running upstairs, seconds later he returned with his mother in toe. She was a beautiful woman even when what she was wearing was jeans and a t-shirt splattered in paint, it was surreal.

"Mom, this is my friend Stiles," Jackson introduced him as if he were some sort of diplomat, but he had a giant grin on his face.

"Nice to meet you," she said and extended her hand, which Stiles shook.

"He is so adorable Jackson,"

"Isn't he, I always thought so,"

"Oh, and I love the shade of pink he's turning,"

"It is a lovely pink isn't it mother, like a baby,"

"Oh yes," she reached out and ran he knuckles across Stiles pink cheeks, "and his skin is so smooth."

It had been a long time since Danny had seen Jackson and his mother play this game of theirs, the 'lets embarrass the shit out of our friends' game. For once, Danny was grateful it wasn't him, Jackson's mom usually drove him stuttering out the door. Stiles took it as well as anyone, he blushed and smiled and had no idea what was happening. Jackson and his mom both burst out laughing, Stiles realized they were messing with him.

"You guys are evil, pure evil. I finally know where Jackson gets it." They both just laughed, Jackson hugged his mother and kissed her check and she laughed all the way upstairs back to her studio. Jackson sat back down giggling and wrapped his arm around Stiles' shoulder. They sat around watching TV while Jackson would occasional get up to grab them snacks and drinks. Stiles loved the feel of the arm around his shoulders and scooted a bit closer, rested his head on Jackson's shoulder.

Danny was glad things were finally getting back to normal. He looked at Jackson, who still had his arm around Stiles, he seemed comfortable that way. Stiles had his head on Jackson's shoulder and had a small smile on his face. He honestly looked blessed out…'Holy Shit!' thought Danny, it was so obvious now, Stiles and Jackson, when Stiles told him he liked someone, and then he starts hanging out with Jackson…and apparently Jackson was bi now, Stiles had a chance! But Jackson was seeing someone…wasn't he. Even Jackson wasn't sure…Did Stiles know? Maybe, was this Stiles' form of seduction...He looked at Stiles, the way he curled close to Jackson, and couldn't help it, he laughed. Jackson gave him a look, raised one of his eyebrows. Danny pointed with his chin, Stiles had fallen asleep. Jackson smiled, this fond little smile and Danny thought maybe Stiles had a better shot than he thought.

Danny left not much later with a promise from Jackson to tell him the truth about the last week. Danny saw himself out since Stiles was pretty much passed out and Jackson didn't want to wake him. Much later, Mrs. Whittemore came down stairs to get something to eat and was disappointed to find only healthy food, she wanted something bad and fattening and obviously delicious. She looked in her spot, where she hides all her junk food and found a large bag of cheese puffs. She walked back to the stair case and paused in the living room. Her son was on the couch curled up with his 'friend' Stiles, they were laying on top of each other. Jackson had fallen over flat on the sofa and brought Stiles with him. Diane thought it was the most adorable thing she had seen. She pulled her phone out and snapped a picture, her son looked so peaceful like that, asleep. She would do her best, she would make it up to her son, all her failures. They would be a happy family, she would make sure of it.