Chapter Fifteen:

The Sheriff was probably not going to be home until some atrocious time like three am or some other shit where he comes home and sneaks in, trying not to make a sound or wake Stiles up. Just because all the murders and random property destroying had finally stopped…didn't mean the Beacon Hill's Sherriff's department had it any easier, not when they had a whole stack of paperwork to still sort out, even from way back when people were getting paralysed last year! Mostly the higher-ups just wanted something explained, and for some reason they thought that the only way that could happen was through massive amounts of paperwork.

Seriously, due to the amount of unexplainable crap that went on in that town….and the fact that cops kept getting randomly murdered, meant that Stiles' father had to spend a lot of late nights, and even early mornings down at the station.

Stiles usually hated it, and wanted to spend time with his dad…but, now- now he was totally seeing the benefits, what with him and Toby sitting rather close together on the couch and watching the Shawshank Redemption uninterrupted.

He'd invited Toby in, of course- what with that being the whole necessity with the vampire thing. He'd hesitated for a moment, but he knew, due to his extensive research of vampire law- that he could revoke the invitation at any time, and his house would become a Toby barrier again…not that he wanted that….Although, his dad might, and maybe Derek too- and Mrs McCall since she was overprotective at the best of times.

It was pretty good, and Stiles loved the Shawshank Redemption to death, what with Morgan Freeman (that man had the voice of GOD) and all…but he wasn't really paying much attention due to the whole, you know, sexual tension in the air.

It was like, every moment he almost settled down and forgot that Toby was there, the older boy would then glance his way…and then he'd be forced to glance in Toby's direction (inconspicuously of course), just to have a look.

In the end it was like a game of who would make the first move…their thighs were bushing, Stiles pressed up against the arm of the couch and Toby pressed up against him, but no-one had yet done the whole 'yawn-stretch- arm around shoulder' move, and Stiles certainly wasn't going to be the one to do it. He was not a cheesy date, thank you!

He suspected Toby wasn't doing anything (and he definitely looked like he wanted to- by the way he was obviously not watching the movie and watching Stiles' mouth instead), because he was respecting Stiles' boundaries- boundaries Stiles hadn't even set up yet!

Eventually Stiles groaned in annoyance, having enough of the tension, and went for it- grabbing Toby's face in a vicious pull and planting a bruising kiss onto his lips.

Toby froze for only a split second in surprise, before he reacted in just the right way, pulling Stiles into his lap and kissing back with enthusiasm, moving both their lips in a rough wet slide.

"My God that should've started a lot sooner." Stiles breathed when they broke, and then nibbled lightly on Toby's bottom lip as the older boy distracted himself with lying lengthwise down on the couch, pulling Stiles with him.

"Mmm, you think?" Toby whisper asked, and moved his lips, sliding to kiss Stiles' nose, ear and cheek. Peppering kisses down from his mouth to his jaw, slowly transforming from chaste pecks to bruising sucks that left Stiles squirming.

"Mm, I k-know." Stiles stuttered. Toby pushed himself upwards onto his elbows, continuing the attack on Stiles' neck, and being the awkward virgin he was, Stiles just lay there breathing and held on for dear life. He was sure there would be hickies…he could just see Scott's raised eyebrows and smug little smile when he got to school on Monday.

But when Toby started to slide his hands up the back of Stiles' shirts, thumbing the dimples at the waistline of his jeans and slowly tickling the small of Stiles' back, Stiles stopped him.

"Wait." He said, pulling Toby's hands out and away, pressing them towards his own chest.

Toby gave him a questioning look, like he didn't understand what was wrong, but he didn't push for anything.

Stiles chuckled and rested his head on Toby's broad shoulder, "Ah, it's just, It's probably gonna become a bit traumatising for me to have make-out sessions on the Stilinski 'father-son baseball-bonding couch', so could we, like, take this up to my room or something?" Stiles asked a tad awkwardly- embarrassed for his reasoning.

Toby's face lit up in obvious relief, "Oh no totally, that's completely understandable. But, do you want to finish the movie first?" he pointed his head a tad at the film still playing in the background.

"Were either of us actually watching that. At all?" Stiles question with a raise of his eyebrow- causing Toby to chuckle and voice a negative.

Stiles got off from his position on top of the older boy, and quirked an eyebrow in his classic face of mischief, "Race you to my room?" he asked with a smirk.

"I don't even know where your room is." Toby deadpanned- face lacking any emotion; which was what gave him away.

"You're telling me that a vampire can't pick out a teenage boy's room out through scent? Pathetic Vlad, really." There was no malice behind it, but he could see the automatic competitive streak it put into Toby's stance.

"On the count of three?" He asked, glaring challengingly and Stiles- his whole body looking relaxed, like he was ready for a walk and not a run.

"On the count of three." Stiles agreed, smirking in obvious confidence.

….

Toby beat Stiles by at least fifteen seconds, and Stiles tripped twice getting up the stairs, but neither really cared, because as soon as Stiles entered his room and slammed the door behind him- Toby leapt.

They started out pretty much where they had left off on the couch, but this time on a bed- and this time Toby was looming over Stiles.

Stiles had his knees bracketing Toby's thighs, his calves wrapped around Toby's as the boy nipped sucked and licked his way down Stiles' neck, eventually having to pull away part of the teen's collar to get at the curve of his shoulder.

Stiles had never been touched like that before. The only kissing/groping he'd ever had = a couple of open mouthed kisses and Frenchs with some girls, one accidental boob-touch (which had then caused a boner, and then Yippee she broke up with him!), but no, there was never anything other than strictly mouth-on-mouth hands on waist/around neck.

What he was experiencing now was like…full on Holy God. And it pretty much short circuited his thinking…or at least sent all of the blood from his brain- immediately rushing down into other places.

Toby was still continuing his kissing, migrating back and forth between his ear, his neck and his mouth- sucking licking and biting, taking the lead and just letting Stiles go with the flow. Toby was obviously aroused, and that was probably a given what with the current activities they were participating in, but that fact didn't do anything to quell the amount of surprise Stiles felt when he noticed a pointy bulge pressing against his hip.

It was…not really a situation he was entirely comfortable with, especially on a first date, he wasn't a prude- but he hardly knew Toby, and that gave him the right to feel a little apprehensive about what he was getting into.

But, it was nice…and his body was reacting well to Toby's touches- and this was the first boy to ever show interest in him, so maybe if it stayed on this level then everything would be okay?

What set off the final sparks of doubt in Stiles, though, was when Toby let out a long, needy groan and started slowly sliding Stiles' shirt up, brushing the trail of hair on his stomach with his fingers greedily.

Stiles immediately slapped his hands away, and sat up on his elbows, moving his neck away from Toby's mouth, out of reach of another hickie.

"What's wrong?" Toby asked, looking concerned. He was still straddling Stiles, but he was keeping his hands at bay…his erection though, was still utterly noticeable and was making Stiles rather uncomfortable- even wilting his own slightly.

"I-I, I think it's just a bit much? I mean it's probably obvious but I'm not exactly experienced and you just sort of jumped right in there…" Stiles trailed off slowly, blushing out of awkwardness and embarrassment. Toby's face was…Embarrassed, probably from the absolute primal mode he's just gone into, but he also looked thoroughly ashamed.

He moved away, just to sit by Stiles' side on the bed, and he actually grabbed a pillow to cover up his arousal, a problem Stiles no longer had what with the awkward tension. Huh, Toby was totally into him- even after embarrassing situations. Good to know.

"I, ah I'm so sorry I totally should've seen what level you were at and, um if you're uncomfortable I could-" Toby nodded his head towards the door in a general gesture of 'flee like batman in the alleyways of Gotham'.

"No, no! It's cool dude, you're fine to stay." Stiles said with a reassuring smile and an awkward pat to Toby's knee, which then made his elbow brush the pillow causing Toby to shiver, and Stiles to once again become aware of the awkward boner problem.

He ignored it though, he needed to, because right then? He was trying to stave off a panic attack.

"What made you so…eager anyway?" Stiles asked, looking at Toby curiously. Stiles was a teenager- you could understand him randomly going and jumping someone in sexual craziness…But Toby was an adult, and he would have been expected to be at least a tad slower.

"I-ugh, I wanna be really cliché and say that the reason was because you were just too hot to resist. But it wasn't." Toby chuckled, and Stiles glared at him- offended.

"Not that I don't find you hot!" Toby back tracked, wide eyed- with his hands waving, "Because I mean you're obviously extremely attractive." Stiles gave him a doubtful look at that because…really- Stiles Stilinski was not extremely attractive.

He must have said the last part out loud, because Toby got this amused expression on his face, "But that's just it!" He groaned – pointing at Stiles right in the face, "You are and you never even see it. I mean your mouth…and your neck and eyes…God and your shoulders the shoulders kill me the most…or maybe the lips, yeah, especially when you gape a little…kiiiiind of like you're doing now…sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable." Toby looked sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck a bit.

Wow, no- no Stiles was not uncomfortable- not like he had been before…it was just, he hadn't ever been complemented like that before…well, by anyone other than Toby. He never really saw himself that way before. He never saw himself as ugly either- or necessarily not good looking- he'd just always excepted the fact that people were gonna get all hot and bothered over types like Isaac and Danny rather than someone dorky like him.

Stiles coughed, trying to get back to the topic, "So if it wasn't for my exceedingly beautiful physique" Toby flicked his shoulder at that, "Then why did you get so carried away?" Stiles asked.

Toby sighed and hid his head in his hands, ruffling his own hair anxiously- a nervous habit Stiles himself had.

"I- in all honesty I thought this might be the last chance I get- and I just got so caught up in wanting it to last…to have some kind of memory of you before it goes that I just…" Toby sighed angrily, holding onto his hair more tightly than before.

Stiles frowned, confused, "What do you mean by 'last chance' and 'before it goes'?" he asked.

Toby turned to him, looking pained, "I really like you," he said, resting his head on Stiles' shoulder, "Like- your one of the most fascinating humans I've ever met- and definitely the most fascinating that I've been this attracted to. And – I really enjoy spending time with you…and I don't want it to end." Toby sounded sad, hopeless.

"What do you mean, who says it had to end? If you don't want it to end it doesn't have to Toby." Stiles reassured, playing with the older boy's hair to make him feel better- but he himself felt utterly confused and more than a little worried.

"But- I have to tell you something, tell you something important- and after I tell you…you're going to be the one to end it Stiles, and I just want you to know before then…that I meant it when I said I liked you-and that I still do." Toby looked up at him with pleading hazel eyes, like it was one of the most important things in the world to get his point across.

Stiles' throat had gone dry, but he swallowed a few times and spoke, "Tell me." He whispered softly, holding Toby close for as long as he was going to be able…for as long as he was still under the impression he wanted the man close, though, he still had this stubborn belief- that no matter what Toby had to say, that it wouldn't be that bad- that he'd forgive him.

Toby sighed and began speaking, "My family, our name is famous to both werewolves and Vampires…or really every creature in the mythical community." He said, his voice strong and slightly defiant, as thought he was fighting his emotions.

"Falkner- Toby Falkner, but we call ourselves a justice of sorts. We…my family and most of our related, which amounts up to thousands of vampires- are the ones who settled the rift between Werewolves and Vamps. But…there's still untrustworthy wolves out there- especially ones who hate us needlessly." He turned his head to look down at Stiles- looking to see if the teen was paying close attention.

"A few decades back…A group of Weres co-ordinated, and among them- killed four whole innocent villages- making it seem like vamps did it, draining the blood and stringing them up like victims of a massacre. You wouldn't have heard it on the news- government covered it up as fire, tornado…sickness, bombings. They always do when it comes to mass mythical murder.

Everyone believed it was our kind initially, and for years we walked and lived in slander. Though…when they found out it was a set up- everyone was all apologetic and things were seemingly back to normal. But my grandparents wouldn't take it – they'd already advocated for Werewolf- Vampire anti-violence laws, and they won in favour."

Toby breathed for a second, shakily.

"But…they still set up this system. It's called a scout system- started in the 80's. They'd assign one person each generation in our family…train them as a scout. What a scout's duties were, what my duties are- is to go town-to –town, or, territory to territory, and scope out the local wolves- check if they're in any way violent to the local humans, or if they have racist, bias opinions about Vampires- then I report back."

That last sentence…that's when the build-up, the sinking, gut-wrenching feeling of not right that had been going on since Toby started freaking out…that's when it fell right into the pit of his stomach and lodged on tight.

His head was a slow, stuttering chorus of no, what, how, no, no, no, why, no. His emotions filled with rage, sorrow, guilt, embarrassment and shame.

But he stayed silent, his heart beating loudly in his own ears…and he let Toby finish.

"When I first met you in those woods and night, and I smelt more than just one wolf on you- I knew you were my ticket in. So I walked with you, talked…gave you my jacket and scent marked you."

Stiles felt a quiet rage building behind his eyes, and slowly slid away from Toby's grasp around his shoulders- scattering himself to a corner in his room, far-far away from the vampire.

Toby looked sad, but not surprised.

"Then, I followed both your scent and your sound to that coffee shop- and integrated myself more into your life...or well, I guess you kind of did that by yourself with the Bestiary."

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"But it wasn't your fault!" Toby looked certain, "I- I would've gotten close anyway I could- there was nothing you could do Stiles. I'm sorry. And then...after the chaperoned coffee-shop date with Derek- I realised how smart you were, and the kind of causes you were working for in that bestiary of yours…and how funny you are. And the way your eyes light up gold in the sun and I just couldn't-" Toby choked off with a horrible wet sound, his face looking devastated.

"So I texted you instead, I was to guilty to see you face-to face…but when I came over to say goodbye that night- I was only going to say goodbye…I just I –you were there and you just- you're so you and It just felt so…I'm sorry." Toby had tears running down his cheeks, looking young and vulnerable- but Stiles did not give one single shit.

"Why did you come back?" Stiles asked, his voice rough and his hands shaking from where he stood in the corner, "Why the fuck did you come back and take me out today- why didn't you just leave me alone?" He whispered fury and horror lacing each and every syllable.

"I-I just wanted to see you- I couldn't stop thinking about your smile and I thought it might work out…but t-then I…I got to guilty! I just- I'm so sorry Stiles." Toby whispered the last words, moving over to place his hands on Stiles' shoulders- but the teen stepped back, bumping into the wall ungracefully.

"Get out." He said coldly, glaring at his hands- blurred by the misty tears in his eyes.

"Stiles." Toby pleaded.
"Get. Out." Stiles demanded, whipping his head up and glaring at the vampire

"St-"Toby looked devastated.

"Get out, get out. You Asshole! You fucking, absolute piece of SHIT! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW! GET OUT!" Stiles screamed and moved across the room to start throwing whatever he could find, books, picture frames, ornaments, lights- anything ; as long as it his, and as long as it hurt.

"Get out. Get out. I REVOKE MY DAMN INVITATION INTO THIS HOUSE, NOW GET THE FUCK OUT!" He screamed as Toby took one last look over his shoulder while ducking under a hatefully thrown shoe, then he ran down the stairs- feet thumping, and slammed the door behind him.

Stiles was still throwing objects at the door, not even screaming words anymore, just screaming at the top of his lungs in between choked-off sobs…as he heard the tell-tale sign of Toby's motorbike speeding away.

Sageandmilk:

In my mind, Toby wasn't trying to romantically hurt Stiles- he just wanted to become friends and find out about the wolves in town...but then he got a bit of a 'conflict of interest' when he found himself attracted to Stiles, and in some cliché devastating movie way, he he couldn't keep his feelings apart from his work. :( :( :( :( I'm actually so sad about what I've done. WHYYYYYYYYYYY! OH THE PAIN OF A GOOD ARC!
ALSO:
Yes, the last scene was inspired by True Blood...I've only seen the first three seasons and a couple episodes from others...but it's actually not a typical "Vampire Romance" cliché. It has shape shifters, weird succubi creepy thingys, fairies...cults, drugs, awesome drag-queen chef dudes that take drugs. Vampire Politicians. Red-Necks...Racists. Either way, I recommend it if you're not too squeamish and at least old enough to see on-screen boobies.