BOOP.

so this chap is a little long. but it's the interview scene yayyyyyyyy.

stiles is a kinky little monster in this chap ;D

some cute boyd/stiles! :D

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"God, shut up. I remember a point in your life where this would have been your wildest dream." Stiles rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Yeah well that was before I discovered the awesome power of dick. I don't see why this is necessary, especially when I'm like this."

Stiles gestured to his naked form, save for a pair of tight black briefs that really only added to his nudity level. He had simply called Lydia in an attempt to get her advice on what to wear. 15 minutes later he now stood in his crappy room in his crappy apartment, basically naked, with his best friend throwing all his clothes out of the closet and onto his bed. He was in no way insecure- he knew he had a nice body. He wasn't huge- even though he was definitely into muscled guys, example A being Danny- but he was toned. He liked that better anyway, it meant his sexual partners could throw him around more easily, which he was totally into also. He had nice abs, toned arms and a long neck. Even though he normally hid them behind baggy graphic tees, worn jeans and dirty converse.

He worked out often enough, and the fact that he didn't have a car in New York city pretty much meant he had to go everywhere by either cab or on foot. And due to his current financial predicament, he was getting enough of his workout by stomping the streets.

"Because I refuse to let you go to this interview in your normal horrible jeans and t-shirt thing you do."

"You never cared before!"

"That's because you weren't interviewing for a position with a multi-million dollar company."

She stalked over to his bed, eyes dashing over the various choices. "You really need new clothes," she mumbled.

"I heard that."

"Good. You should take it as advice. Now I'm thinking formal but not too formal. Nothing too fancy- no jacket or anything. Button down shirt- the first couple of buttons open obviously because you have a really nice neckline-"

"Hey," he said, smiling. "Thanks."

She shot him a look. "Don't interrupt my thought process. Some black slacks, now the only question is what color?"

She tapped her chin while Stiles stood in front of his mirror, slightly freaked out that the discomfort he felt with being nude in front of Lydia was almost gone. She looked at him and back at the clothes, then at him again. The clothes. Him. The clothes.

"Maybe I should just go naked." Stiles said, looking at himself in the mirror she had brought over. Stiles didn't have a full-body mirror- which Lydia took almost as blasphemy, so somehow she had tugged one over to his place.

"That would seem too desperate," She said simply, ignoring his joke. She bent over to pick up a shirt and strutted over to him and placed the shirt against his body, maneuvering him so that she got a preview of how it would look.

"Yeah," She said, nodding in the mirror. "This works. I thought you would be too light to wear lavender but it actually compliments you. The modern fit will hug your body so it'll show you off- you have any tailored slacks?"

"Uh, no?"

She rolled her eyes. "Of course not. You're you."

"Hey!"

She looked up at his head. "Keep the glasses, very nerd-chic. But we have to do something about the hair."

xOx

By the time Lydia was done with him he had to admit he looked really hot. Better than he had for any of his other job interviews that was for sure. It was a simple but good look for him, the lavender shirt going well with his slacks ("They're all disgusting but I guess these are the least horrible"). She had used a bit of hair gel to fuss with it, making it looked kempt but at the same time as if he had just gotten out of having really satisfying sex ("Maybe if you don't get the job he'll fuck you over the desk or something, so you're welcome").

He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost 5:20. "I gotta get going," he said, going into his pathetic excuse for a living room and picking up his messenger bag.

"Please tell me you are not bringing that horrid thing with you."

Stiles looked at it. It was made of some kind of canvas material- it had been white he had bought it but now it was some weird shade of brown. There were scuffs all over it, marks made by pens and highlighters, a few claw marks when a random dog attacked it at the park. He couldn't bring himself to get rid of it- it had stuck with him through thick and thin, good and bad, high and lows, broke and… broker.

"C'mon! It has character! I have stuff I need to bring also, but that's not the point."

She looked at him for a few seconds before sighing. "Fine. Whatever. What am I supposed to do while you're gone?"

Stiles gave her a look. "Um, I don't know? Go to work?"

"I'm off today."

"Rule the world?"

"I have a plan for that. If do it too quickly it won't work."

Stiles didn't respond to that because it was probably true, and the look Lydia was giving him said it totally was. He looked around the apartment and sighed. "Um, clean my apartment?"

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, looking around and nodding. "Yeah. It's a little below me but what can I say, I'm a generous person. Give me your keys."

"For what?"

"You don't seriously expect me to clean this pigsty with just a broom? I need heavy duty cleaning products."

Stiles smacked his teeth in annoyance but threw her his keys anyway, walking towards the door. "Whatever. Just make sure my place doesn't get robbed."

"Why would anyone in their right mind do that?" he heard Lydia ask under her breath as he walked out the door.

xOx

Somehow he had made it early and didn't look or smell like a jockstrap after football practice. He walked through the automatic doors of Haltech Inc. with a smile, the refrigerated air gushing out at him in a welcome embrace. He looked around a bit before he walked up to the receptionist, taking in the high ceiling and wooden walls, the sleek and modern Haltech logo on the wall to his left. People were walking in and out of the building, some with phones to their ears or briefcases in their hands, catching the elevators and going about their business. He secretly wondered how many of them were were's.

"Hi there! Welcome to Haltech Incorporated, can I help you?" The girl behind the desk said with a devilish smile as he approached. He smile back, a bit nervously because she seemed like she was trying to look into his soul. She was extremely gorgeous, long blonde hair in silky curls that fell down her back, brown eyes sparkling beautifully. The bright red lipstick matched the red on her perfectly manicured nails. She wore what Stiles would have thought to be a rather low-cut shirt for a business that expertly displayed her boobs (which, yeah he was gay, but her boobs were really nice).

Then she laughed like she knew exactly what he was thinking. Her scheming smile turned into a scheming smirk, looking at him through lush lashes.

"You must be here for the interview, yeah?" She asked, tapping her fingers along with desk in a smooth rhythm, her tone saying a million things at once that he couldn't interpret. She leaned back in her chair and he saw her give him a once-over, a lingering look fell on his neck. A dangerous smile spread on her lips after she appraised him. It was at that moment he felt his heart beating like crazy. Damn, who was this chick?

"Uh, well-I-"

"You're human." She stated matter-of-factly. Stiles nodded with a lump in his throat.

"Yup, and you're a werewolf."

She smiled even wider and let one of her fingers slide into her hair to twirl it around. "I wonder what gave it away?"

"Maybe the fact that you're scaring the shit out of me and we've only just met. It could also be because you kind of look like you plan on eating me for lunch with a nice cob salad."

She laughed, really loudly in fact, but it was a nice laugh. She looked back at him with a twinkle in her eyes. "Funny, smart and cute! I like it. Stiles, right?"

"How did you -"

"I know a lot of things."

Stiles gulped, looking on her desk at the nameplate stationed there. "Well, um, Erica, it's been great talking to you, but if you could tell me where -"

"Erica, are you threatening people again?" A low voice interrupted his question. Erica just smiled when she heard it but Stiles whipped around to see a large black man walking towards the front desk. As per usual (look, he was an extremely sexual being, he couldn't help it) he began to appraise the stranger. He was tall, buff, had that whole "I-could-fuck-you-so-hard-into-the-mattress-it'll- break-and-so-will-you" thing going on, had strong features and really nice lips.

Was everyone in the place hot?

Erica pouted at the accusation. "I don't threaten anyone!"

"Yeah. Okay." The man replied, finally reaching the desk. He turned to Stiles with a charming smile. "I'm Boyd. Sorry about her, if she doesn't get her daily meal of three men a day she gets a little cranky."

"My shift is almost over and I've only had one," She said, a frown on her face. "Maybe you two can help me with that."

Stiles' eyes widened but Boyd just rolled his. "We're leaving." The man said, placing a hand on the small of Stiles' back to begin leading him towards the hallway with the elevators.

"Don't have too much fun you two!" He heard Erica's voice say as they walked away. He turned a little to wave but continued to follow the man's- Boyd's- lead. His hand was still on his back, which was a little odd, but not totally unappreciated. Boyd led him into one of the elevators without a word. It was a bit weird how they were the only two inside, considering he saw people trying to fit into the others with little to no success.

"Um, I have to go-"

"Derek's office. Yeah, I know."

Stiles looked up at the man. "Who are you?"

Boyd gave him a warm smile, pressing a tiny bit harder onto the small of Stiles' back with his hand. "Vernon Boyd, but everyone calls me Boyd. I manage the relationships with the factories that produce all the products that Haltech sells."

"So you must be a werewolf." Stiles says before he can stop himself. He groans and hits his head. "Sorry, I don't really have a filter. I shouldn't hav-"

Boyd laughed. It was a nice laugh, soft and warm and full. "Hey, it's ok. Really, no harm done. But yeah, I'm a werewolf."

Stiles nodded, not wanting to add any more problems into the conversation.

"I'm taking you to the seventh floor- that's where Derek's office is. He'll be waiting for you there."

Stiles hesitated for a moment, deciding between whether or not to ask the man a question that had been burning in his mind. He looked into Boyd's face again.

"Do you happen to know anything about what this job entails?" He asked, chewing his lip. "There wasn't really a job description and I'm not sure if I'm really quali-"

"Don't worry about it," Boyd said. "Trust me. He'll like you."

Boyd's hand still hadn't moved.

The elevator finally reached their destination, the door opening with a soft ding. Boyd led him out into a room filled with cubicles, people walking about with papers and mugs of coffee in their hands. They walked until they reached a main central aisle that divided the two rooms. They walked down it until they came upon a room with a closed door- the name plate read CEO: Derek Hale.

A woman sat outside the room near one of the cubicles. She sat behind a curved desk, computers resting atop it, papers neatly placed in various positions. Her hands were deftly flying across the keyboard, her focus somewhere else other than them. Stiles took in her appearance.

"Laura Hale, right?"

Boyd gave him a look. He shrugged. "I did my research."

Boyd smiled. "Yeah. That's Derek's sister. She's his secretary."

"I can hear you talking about me." She said from her seat, never once even giving them a bit of attention. "Werewolf, remember?"

"He's here to see Derek." Boyd said.

"Well that's obvious. What, like I'm not his secretary?" She stopped typing and pulled her rolling chair a little to the left behind her desk, giving her a decent view of Stiles. She made a motioning gesture to him. "Pale one. Come here."

He was a little insulted by being called pale but he totally was so his anger was irrational and he told his self-confidence as much. He walked over half out of fear and half out of respect because Laura looked like the type of woman who could ruin your life if her coffee wasn't sweet enough.

She clasped her hands together and looked at him which, déjà vu, her eyes rolling over his body.

"You're human."

"So I've been told."

He heard Boyd snort behind him and a smirk rose on Laura's lips. She leaned forward.

"You got a boyfriend?"

Stiles took a step back at the accusation. "Excuse me? How do you kno-"

"It's obvious, now answer the question."

He really shouldn't have been as scared as he was of her- he dealt with Lydia on a daily basis and he hadn't been destroyed yet.

"Um. No. Not for two years."

"Two years? Ouch."

Stiles gave a huff, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I know, trust me. I've been in a dry spell worthy of legends."

She gave him a sly smile. "Alright. You're good." She reached over to press a button on the phone, speaking in a clear tone. "Der your boy is here."

Boy?

The voice that spoke was the same he had heard on the phone the other day. "Laura for the last fucking time don't call me that in front of- I don't have time for this. Send him in."

He heard Boyd laugh lightly again and he thought he could get used to that sound. He felt a hand on his back again and he turned to look into Boyd's face closer than he had expected it to be.

"I gotta go take care of some things. Good luck, Stiles." The man said in a low voice, letting his hand fall from the small of Stiles' back, his fingers brushing Stiles' butt before he began walking away. The motion could have been deliberate but it also seemed like an accident. Stiles leaned back to watch the man leave as he walked down the aisle, his eyes focused on Boyd's ass.

"Plenty of time for that," Laura said, shooing him. "Go, Derek's waiting."

xOx

Derek wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting the potential bitch to look like. Matching voices to bodies wasn't exactly his forte. So when he saw the lean, willowy, tall man walk into his office he was more than pleasantly surprised. Derek- being the werewolf that he was- immediately noticed how amazing Stiles' neck was, long and lean and pale.

Perfect for biting. He wanted to go over there and pounce, attach onto his throat and mark him up. But obviously, he didn't. Time for that later.

But his skin looked soft, the few speckles of moles dotting his skin like landmarks. His eyes were bright, almost golden, a very toned body if the way his shirt fit said anything. His hair was lightly ruffled- he could just imagine what he would look like after sex; panting and sweaty and skin rosy with fluster. His lips were almost indescribable, perfect pink things in the shape of a bow. They looked so kissable, so soft.

If he could convince him- Derek had hit the jackpot.

"Um. Hi." Stiles said, standing awkwardly near the door.

"Welcome, Mr. Stilinski," Derek said from his place leaning on the desk. He may or may not have tried different poses to figure out which way made him seem more appealing. And he may or may not have rolled up his sleeve and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt to show off his body. He also may or may not have rubbed himself a bit to accentuate his junk. But it wasn't all for vain, he saw Stiles' eyes flick across his body with interest, a barely-there hint of arousal in the air.

"Just call me Stiles," he said, smirking nervously. "Mr. Stilinski is my dad- and I definitely do not want to be a cop, ya know? I may be majoring in criminology but I'm more of the analyst type- keep away from the baddies with shotguns. I'll stick to my chemicals and semen samples an-fuck. Sorry, I ramble when I'm nervous."

Derek smiled, a real one. "Your father is a cop?"

"A sheriff, actually. Yup, sheriff Stilinski of Beacon Hills."

"Beacon Hills?" Derek asked, unbelieving.

"Yeah. You know the place?"

"My parents were born there, me and my sister were raised there until we came up here."

Stiles laughed and Derek decided he liked Stiles' laugh. And his smile. "Small world," Stiles said.

"Please, Stiles, sit down," Derek gestured to the chair in front of his desk. Stiles smiled and walked forward, taking off his messenger bag and opening it up. He pulled out a manila folder and handed it to Derek.

"My medical records." Stiles said.

Derek nodded and put the folder on his desk- he didn't smell any diseases on him.

"So you're majoring in criminology?" Derek asked. "Any particular reason?"

Stiles nibbled on his lips. "I guess a big part of that is my dad. I mean, ya know how people have role models and everything? I remember growing up, after my mom died, he just kind of became this… anchor, for me, ya know?"

Derek nodded in understanding- yeah, he knew about anchors.

"I grew up like idolizing him. He's like the strongest and most caring person I've met in my entire life. I mean, I can be a complete asshole sometimes, but he genuinely cares for people. He gave up so much for me, he did so much for me- even without Mom there. I've always wanted to be like him- even though I can't possibly because he's a way better person than I am. But I've always wanted to help people in the same sort of way he does. And plus I'm really good at mystery video games and puzzles and stuff so I figured it was the most obvious conclusion." Stiles laughed and Derek laughed right along with him, because his laugh was infections and light and funny and good.

"Wow… that's, um, that's really amazing. You shouldn't sell yourself short- you seem like a great person."

"Yeah, well, when you're as much of a mess as I am you kind of have to be nice to people so they can look past it, ya know?"

Derek's cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much.

"So I'm guessing you'll still want to continue school with this job?"

Stiles looked at him with a curious expression. "Yeah. I'm only one year away and ya know, I would kind of like to graduate. Is that a problem? I knew this was too good to be true. Look, I'll lea-"

"Hey, wait. No jumping to conclusions here," Derek said, holding out a hand. He was a little shocked to see how much he was about to freak out if Stiles was leaving already. His wolf almost wanted to growl.

"I wouldn't dream of keeping you from school."

"Oh," Stiles said, taking a breath. The scent of relief washed over him. "Ok. Good."

Derek turned to sit in his desk again. "So is there any particular reason you're applying?"

He saw Stiles tense up and he immediately regretted the question. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ask-"

"No, it's ok. Um, all my scholarships ran out and we needed money for… other things. I can't take out anymore loans or else I'll never be able to pay them back. I need as much money as possible."

It wasn't a lie- Derek didn't hear any signs of Stiles fibbing, but he knew it wasn't the entire truth. Stiles was leaving something out, and though his wolf may have wanted to claim its mate since he walked into the room, Derek and Stiles had just met and surely the other man was not willing to disclose everything about his life.

"Are you working any other jobs?"

"Y-yeah."

Derek raised a brow. "How many?"

"Well, uh, three, actually."

"Three jobs? How are you alive?"

"That's what I ask myself every morning."

Derek laughed, but then a serious look settled onto his features. He needed to tell Stiles what he was actually here for, no matter how much he was enjoying their banter.

"Look Stiles, the job you're applying for is a bit… unorthodox."

"Well as long as it's not running drugs over the Mexican border that's fine with me."

Derek chuckled. "Did you have any wonder what a human would do in a pack of werewolves?" He asked, getting up from his seat and walking to lean on the desk in front of Stiles.

"Well, a bit, yeah. I've dated werewolves but I don't really know anything about packs or their dynamics. I figured maybe you needed a human for something."

Derek bit his bottom lip. "Look, Stiles, I don't want you to get into anything that you don't want. And this position is kind of a huge responsibility that many people wouldn't be comfortable with. It's nothing illegal, nothing dangerous, it's just…"

"Unorthodox?" Stiles asked with a nervous smirk.

"Unorthodox." Derek replied.

"Well, go for it. Rip it off like a band-aid so it won't hurt for so long. Like a waxing strip. You know I've never been waxed before? I've always thought about it because I never was into personal body hair. On other guys, yeah sure, but me, not so much-"

"Stiles."

He winced. "Right, sorry. Continue."

Derek smiled. "Well, in packs there's a sort of hierarchy."

"Alphas, betas and omegas."

"Exactly. Alpha's are the leaders of the pack, such as I." Derek flashed his red eyes and he heard a slight intake of air from the younger man. "Betas are members of the pack and omegas are werewolves without a pack."

"Ok, got it." Stiles said, actually interested in the pseudo-lesson he was being given.

"But there's another pack position that's not very talked about but highly respected in the entire werewolf culture."

"And they are?" Stiles asked. Derek closed his eyes, trying to find a way to put it delicately- but there really was none.

"They're called the pack bitch."

There was a silence for a while, Stiles' eyes wide while he tried to process the information.

"Um. Could you repeat that for me?"

"Pack bitch, Stiles."

"Pack… bitch?"

"Yes."

"Are referring to the word bitch as in someone who is a complete and utter asshole?"

Derek sighed. "No, Stiles. I'm referring to the word bitch as in the person who gets fucked by each member of the pack."

Almost immediately Derek scented a spike of arousal from the other party in the room. He looked down at Stiles' face and into his eyes, his pupils had expanded a bit, a rosy color on his cheeks. Derek cocked his head.

"Oh. Um-wow."

"Now, I know the name seems extremely derogatory but bitches are actually the prized archetype of werewolf society."

"Um. What do they do?"

Derek smirked. "Mainly get fucked."

He heard Stiles swallow at the comment- the scent of arousal was getting heavy in the air.

"But they also do a major duty for any pack. They're able to not only have children for the pack, but are able to care for them better than any other wolf could."

"Ch-children?"

"Yes- usually the pack just fucks the bitch until their pregnant with a pup."

"The entire pack shares the uh…"

"Bitch."

"The… bitch. Is for everyone?"

"Yep," Derek said, smirking. He decided to take a chance- at this point Stiles was either into it or out of it, and the fact that he hadn't simply left yet was a good sign. He slowly walked around behind Stiles' chair and bent over, face dangerously close to Stiles'. He lowered his voice to a husky whisper.

"And usually the bitch loves it. They can hardly function if they don't get fucked for a while, so they get plenty of sex whenever they want it."

xOx

Well what the holy fuck was going on.

He had expected this interview to be normal, maybe a little out of his comfort range, but nothing too crazy. Nothing too much. Nothing that would turn him on.

Somehow, with just a few words, Derek had pinpointed his stupidly specific fetish of getting gangfucked by a pack of werewolves. He had watched porn about that kind of stuff (Ok, maybe Stiles was a bit of a slut-in-denial. He was an extremely sexual being, alright?)- though for some reason it was ridiculously hard to come by, probably because werewolves could get a little rough in the midst of it al. But what was pleasure if without a bit of pain?

Yeah, he probably shouldn't be thinking that right now, considering the extremely hot werewolf that was currently nibbling on his ear. In his mind he knew Derek was sort of manipulating him, but damn it if he wasn't turned on by it. He wasn't stupid, even if he was extremely horny- he knew by now that Derek meant to make Stiles pack-bitch.

"Oh God," Stiles said as he leaned into the teeth on his ear.

"You'd be the most respected were in the pack." Derek's voice was low and husky. "You smell perfect for it. You have to have a very specific blood type to be a pack bitch and you are perfect."

Stiles moaned. "B-but, kids- I can't have kids. Don't have the right parts."

Derek chuckled and sucked Stiles' earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it. "The change will take care of that."

"I'm going to graduate. Kids will mess that up. What will my dad say?"

"We can wait for you to bear pups until you're ready- all you have to do is help someone else."

"Help them with what?"

"Become a pack bitch."

"But I thought I was going to be that."

"We could have two," Derek said, mouthing the skin behind Stiles' ears. Stiles felt fingers rubbing in his hair and his eyes rolled back into his head. "The more holes to fuck, the merrier. He's a gorgeous little thing too, such pretty lips. All he has to do is drink some of your cum."

"Who's in your pack?"

"Boyd is," Derek replied. Even though his eyes were closed, Stiles could tell the man was smiling. "I smelled him on you. He must have liked you, already placing his possession on you. Bet you'd like him to fuck you, huh? I've never seen it but I'm pretty sure he has a big dick- rule of proportions and all."

"And your uncle?"

The fingers in his hair stopped.

"Yes, my uncle." Derek said in what sounded like a grossed out voice. "Let's not talk about him."

"Yeah, totally."

The hand that was in his hair slid down to grasp his jaw, pulling his head back so that his neck was bared. He felt Derek's mouth there, licking over the warm skin and nibbling with sharper-than-normal teeth.

"I would bite you right here. First, you'd belong to me. You'd be my mate."

"Forever, right?" Stiles asked. Danny used to say 'mate' a lot whenever he was fucking Stiles so roughly his wolf started to leak out.

"Mhmm. Forever. You'd be mine and I'd be yours, you'd belong to me. Then you'd belong to the pack. To have and to fuck for the rest of your life."

"Fuck!" Stiles said through clenched teeth when he felt a hand press on his aching hard-on. It rubbed over his dick in a painfully slow circle.

"But I plan on mating Isaac too, just so you know."

"The other bitch?"

"Mhmm." Derek replied as he sucked on the skin of Stiles' collarbone.

"Trying to monopolize, huh?" Stiles asked. All of a sudden all the sensations that were driving him crazy before were gone.

He shot up with a low whine. "Wait- no, I'm sorry. I take back whatever I said just please don't stop-"

"I didn't want to." Derek's voice said from behind his desk.

"Then why did you?"

"You have to make this decision. If you do it all of your financial problems will be taken care of, everything. You'd never have to worry about money again for the rest of your life."

That thought sunk into Stiles' lust filled mind.

"Even if you refuse, I will take care of your tuition for next year. We will part ways and you would never have to speak to me again. I can only hope that you wouldn't lose respect for me."

"But this whole pack bitch thing is more than just pack bonds isn't it?"

Derek's head snapped up, eyes narrowing. Stiles smirked.

"Yeah- I'm really good at research and stuff."

The older man sighed. "The board of Alpha's have been giving me a hard time since I got into this business. They don't respect me how they did my father and that's keeping us from expanding. My uncle suggested a pack bitch- not only do we strengthen pack bonds and become stronger as a unit but we appease the Alpha's too."

Stiles' face fell into a frown. "So, what? I was just a scapegoat? Get Stiles and all our problems will go away?"

"No-yes, ugh." Derek said. He rolled his shoulders, as if he had anything to be stressed about. "At first, yes. It was sort of the plan to just have you to not only fuck but to help us with the business. But now that I've met you you're… different."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Okay."

"No, seriously. Look, Boyd is smart. Smarter than me. He's also not very trusting- the fact that he placed a claim on you so quickly is sort of a sign of how different you are. And Laura- well she's just a bitch."

"I guessed as much."

Derek laughed. "But she liked you too. I can tell by the sound of her voice. And so did Erica."

"Let me guess, she's your pack too?"

Derek shrugged. "She texted me as soon as Boyd left with you. Said she gave you her stamp of approval.

And if it makes it any better- just knowing you for the thirty minutes that I have, I don't really want this to be a situation where you're just a fucktoy for us. Though something tells me you wouldn't have a problem with that."

Stiles blushed.

"So look, how about… how about you go out with each one of us individually. We take you on a date, you see how you like us. If you have a problem with any of us you say no, and that's that. I won't give you the bite. I won't bother you again. I can already tell they're gonna like you as more than just pack bitch."

"And no kids?"

"Not until you're ready."

"And that Isaac guy?"

"Only happens if you become pack bitch."

"And the money?"

"You'll get it either way."

"And I'm guessing I don't have any time think about it?"

"I would like a decision now." Derek said.

Stiles tried to clear his mind of the previous activities that were running through it. He weighed his options: he could either live his porn fantasy and have his choice of hot werewolf dick for the rest of his life and go to college and pay for his father's expenses. Or he could say no, retain the small amount of dignity he had, go to college and somehow find a way to get money for his dad's medicine.

What if those other werewolves turned out to be assholes?

"Anybody in your pack a mega asshole?"

"Jackson can be a bit of a prick- but that's because he's guarded. He wouldn't be a complete prick with you- he can actually be really sweet. Especially when he's with someone he cares about. And Peter- my uncle- can be a bit of a creep. But the man has game on an entirely different planet than anyone else I know. And Scott… you two would get along well. He'll probably be a little fidgety, but he's lovable and harmless. And you met Boyd."

Stiles laughed. He already knew what he was going to say from the beginning, though it was good to know that nobody was a major douchenozzle.

He didn't have enough dignity to be worth preserving anyway.

"Fine. I'll do it."

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