WARNING: This chapter depicts graphic homosexual sex in detail so if it's not your thing, I don't know why you've read up until this point! They live in a fictitious world where one of the consenting adults is a witch who can't catch anything so this chapter also depicts unprotected gay sex. Always wear a condom kids! Thank you.

CHAPTER 8- THE OVERLOOKED

"Ok mom, well whenever you get this message, call me back. Please. It's important." Bennett said tossing his phone onto his bed. He had called his mother four times, each time getting her voicemail and it was frustrating him to no end. He was frustrated because he didn't know what to do about the revelation of the Darach's true identity. He was frustrated over the fact he used magick under the influence of vervain, something no witch should be able to do, and he had no clue what that power was. He was frustrated because his cousin was almost murdered and her friends were nowhere to be found. Mostly he was frustrated because Stiles was out there somewhere and he didn't know if he was ok. Every time he used his magick to feel along their connection, he felt brief flashes of panic, sadness, and anxiety but no clear reading on whether he was okay.

After he and Stiles got into the classroom and discovered Sherriff Stilinski was taken by the Darach, Bennett quickly ran to Lydia's side to tend to her bindings and her wounds while the two boys ran out to search for him. Lydia refused to allow Bennett to heal the cut on her neck as she said it would be her reminder of what had happened tonight. Shortly afterward, Allison and Isaac came to see if she was okay and then told her they were going to Beacon Hills Hospital. Some friends. So Bennett drove Lydia home in complete silence, each of them trapped in their own thoughts.

When they got home, Lydia walked away from him, muttering that she was going to take a shower while Bennett went to call his mother. Sometime during the night it had begun to rain, then thunder, and suddenly the whole state was entangled in a chaotic storm that left most of Hill Valley (the neighboring town) flooded.

With a groan, Bennett walked through his bedroom to the connecting bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. Bennett could see the weight of the night written on his face. His already pale skin looked positively white in the glow of the fluorescents, his red hair was tangled and straggly, and he had dark circles framing his green eyes. He felt years older than he was and every movement he made, he could feel the tension in his muscles.

Bennett moved away from the mirror and turned on the shower, reaching his hand in to test the water's temperature. He began stripping off his damp black shirt, wet from sweat and rain, and then his tight black jeans. Standing in just his underwear, Bennett glanced down the expanse of his long, pale body. He didn't know if it was the tension of the night eating away his mind but all he could see were his flaws. He was too pale; too skinny. He wasn't a genius like Lydia or as gorgeous as she was. He couldn't save those around him. He couldn't even keep his mom interested. He didn't understand why Stiles would ever be attracted to him. With a sigh, Bennett pulled his boxer-briefs off and climbed into the glass box, the hot water hitting his tired skin, instantly turning it bright pink.

Bennett picked up the bottle of body wash, pouring a dollop into his palm and working up a lather. He moved his hands across his lightly muscled torso before moving up and massaging it into his tight shoulders, the room filling with the smell of vanilla. He gave a moan of satisfaction as he began giving himself a small massage. Bennett pulled his hands away from his shoulders, stepping under the spray and letting the warm water wash over him.

As Bennett began reaching for the shampoo, he could feel the bottom of the shower drop from under him, the edges of his vision going black, and the bathroom fading from existence.

The bindings around my wrists had been digging into the flesh from my struggling. Melissa was sweating heavily and she didn't look like she was in good shape. I had been down here longer than I could count and the smell of earth was starting to make me sick. The woman who brought me here hadn't been back in a while and that thought made me nervous. It meant she was out there hurting other people, possibly hurting Stiles and every time I had that thought, it made me struggle harder.

I can't die. Not like this.

I couldn't leave Stiles alone.

No mother. And if I give up now, no father.

I could hear the click of her heels as she approached us. She had a smile on her face that ran my blood ice cold. I looked over at Melissa, her eyes trained on the other woman as she pulled a knife seemingly out of nowhere. I could feel my heart racing. I had been in life-threatening situations before but there was something about the atmosphere in this dank cellar that told me this time was different. This time I wouldn't make it out alive.

"Look," I said to her, trying to reason with her. "You can do whatever you want to me, kill me if that's what you want, but let Melissa go. Please"

The woman looked down at me, a smile on her lips. She lowered the knife to my throat and held it there.

"Don't be so eager to die Sherriff. Don't worry, you will die tonight. And so will she but for your bravery, you will die first."

Before I could get the words out, she drew the blade across my throat quickly. There was a brief flash of pain as darkness began climbing along my vision. I could feel my burning hot essence dripping down the front of my uniform. The last thing I saw was Melissa's terrified face. The last thing I heard were her screams. The last thing I felt was regret.

Bennett began coughing as he was instantly snapped back to reality. He didn't know how long he had been in the shower but the water had turned cold. Turning it off, Bennett climbed out of the shower and wrapped the plush white towel around his body, shivering. He walked into his bedroom and pulled his pajamas out of the dresser before sliding the bottoms on.

That vision was Stiles' father Bennett thought, picking up his brush and raking it through his long hair. He's going to die and so will Scott's mom. I can't let that happen. I can't.

Bennett set the brush down and took out a band, pulling his hair back into a ponytail and binding it. He stood from his bed and made his way over to the bedroom door, opening it and stepping out into the dark hallway. The house was completely silent, his aunt and uncle having went to bed a while ago. Glancing down the hall he could see that Lydia's bedroom light was still on. Padding across the soft carpet, Bennett made his way to the door, knocking lightly before opening it.

Lydia was sitting on her bed in her own pajamas, her hair still wet from her shower. She had the Book of Shadows on her lap and was furiously flipping its pages, her eyes searching for something.

"Lydia, what are you looking for?" Bennett asked walking over to her and pulling the book from her lap.

"I don't know. Something!" She said, panic rising in her voice. "She said I was a banshee. I have to find out what that is! I know of banshees from myth but I don't know what that has to do with me! And I was just getting used to the idea of being a witch!"

"Didi, calm down." Bennett said. He could feel her conflicting emotions- fear, confusion, and insecurity all tumbling together in a cyclone of raw emotion. Bennett could see she was starting to hyperventilate so he closed his eyes and sent a wave of calm in her direction. Instantly her breathing calmed back down and her heartbeat slowed.

"Thank you." She whispered, her red eyes downcast.

"Ok first of all, you just learned the basics of the Witch's Alphabet; you can't read half of the things in his book." Bennett said, trying to get her attention.

"Then I'll ask my mom to look for the answers if you won't help." She said finally meeting his eyes.

"I never said I wouldn't help you. Besides, your mom can't help you. Even though she could read it, she no longer has magick so the Book would recognize her as a mortal and the pages would appear blank to her." Bennett replied. He opened up the Book and began flipping through it for any references to banshees.

Bennett had been looking through the Book for a half hour when he found it. One page had a hand drawn picture of a woman on it. She was standing on a hilltop, clad in a long, flowing green gown blowing in the wind. Her long hair was whipping in the wind as her head was pointed towards the sky, her mouth wide open in a silent scream. The accompanying information was very short.

"I found it!" Bennett exclaimed. Lydia, who had been flipping through her Thermodynamics book, closed it and moved closer to Bennett.

"It says that when a powerful witch goes through a great emotional lose, her magick turns her into a banshee. A banshee or 'wailing woman' is a rare condition in which a witch seeks out lose like her own and screams for their shared pain. In ancient times, many saw her as an omen of death as her screams preceded the death of whoever heard her wail. The only ones who can hear the scream are those who are destined to die or those who can hear on higher frequencies. If the witch can resolve her lose, she may be able to reverse the curse."

"That's it?!" Lydia exclaimed, throwing her arms up. "So basically I'm the witch equivalent of a Kanima?"

"Yea, I guess so." Bennett said, closing the Book. "Do you want to talk about it? There has to be some great lose to have turned you into this."

"It's a lot of things, I guess." She said sighing. "My dad's never home, my mom ignores me, and the one person I thought understood me, left me and refuses to speak to me. It hurt, B. I tried to be strong and act like it didn't matter but Jackson hurt me in a way I'm not sure I can bounce back from. He was the first guy I ever loved, my first. He was the only person in my fucked up life who ever showed me he loved me. That meant something, y'know?"

"I do know." Bennett said, rubbing Lydia's back. "But you know, you always have me right? I mean, I know I haven't been around much but I've always been there for you, you could've talked to me about it."

"I know… I just need some time to think about all of this. I think I'm just going to go to bed. We can talk in the morning, Okay?"

"Okay. I'll see you in the morning. Good night." Bennett said. He stood up from the bed, lightly kissing Lydia on the forehead as she rolled over and turned her lamp off.

"Good night." Lydia responded as Bennett closed the door.

Bennett was walking down the hallway to his bedroom when he heard the sound of light knocking on the front door. He made his way down the stairs to the door before opening it. Standing on the other side was Stiles, completely soaking wet in the rain. Even though he was drenched, Bennett could tell he had been crying. His eyes were red and puffy and he refused to look up at Bennett.

"Stiles? What are you doing here? I thought you…"

"He left."

"What?" Bennett asked in confusion.

"He left…gone." Stiles responded, his voice lacking much emotion.

"Who? Your dad? Stiles, we'll find him, I promise." Bennett rationalized.

"No." he answered, finally meeting Bennett's eyes. In that instant, looking at Stiles broke Bennett's heart completely. He could no longer hide it, he was in love. "No. Scott."

Bennett offered no response except to pull Stiles into the house, locking the door behind them. Without any offer, Stiles walked silently up to Bennett's bedroom, Bennett following silently behind him. They entered the room, Bennett locking the door behind them. He knew it was going to be an emotional night for Stiles and he didn't want Lydia to walk in and see him like this. Stiles stood in the middle of the bedroom, his head again bowed, avoiding Bennett's critical gaze.

After a couple of minutes of tense silence, Bennett realized Stiles wasn't going to be the first to act so Bennett took the initiative and strode over to Stiles, grabbing the bottom of his wet shirt and pulling at it.

"Come on Stiles, we've got to get you out of these wet clothes. I would much rather not have you getting sick."

Stiles finally conceded and lifted his arms, allowing Bennett to pull the wet shirt over his head. Despite his best efforts, Bennett couldn't help but look at Stiles' naked torso. His clothes didn't do his body justice. He was skinny but lean, with a visible 6 pack popping from his stomach. Bennett pulled himself away from these thoughts and concentrated on helping his friend.

"I'm not going to take your pants off buddy, so I'll go outside and let you get undressed. There should be some dry pants and stuff in the bottom drawer." Bennett said, walking towards the bedroom door.

"Wait!" Stiles exclaimed. When Bennett turned and looked at him, he could see Stiles was looking back at him. He looked so broken but there was also a spark in his eyes Bennett hadn't seen before.

"Everyone I love seems to always leave me. My mom. My dad. And now Scott. Don't leave me…please." Stiles said. He wrapped his arms around himself and Bennett didn't know if it was from the cold or his vulnerability but Bennett knew he could never leave him.

"Stiles, I'm not going anywhere." Bennett responded. He walked over to Stiles and replaced his arms with his own, pouring as much love and support into that gesture as he could manage. Bennett could hear an almost relieved sigh escape Stiles' lips and it made him smile. When he pulled back Stiles was again looking at the ground, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Bennett, I… man I don't want to sound like a girl…" Stiles said before taking a deep breath. "I want you to make love to me. I want you to be my first."

Flabbergasted, Bennett tried to respond but no sound came out.

"I get it." Stiles said dejectedly. "I just…I don't want to hurt anymore tonight."

Bennett shattered into a billion pieces at the lost puppy look Stiles was giving him.

"No Stiles, I want to!" Bennett responded, glancing down at Stiles' shirtless body. "Trust me, I want to but if we do this, I want it to be something you want to do. I don't want you to do this because you're sad."

"Bennett, I love you. I'm not sure of a lot of things right now but I'm positive that I love you. I want this so much. I want to be happy and I know you can make me happy. I know I can make you happy. I just can't go back to an empty house."

Bennett wrapped his arms around Stiles' neck and pulled him into a kiss. Both were hesitant at first but when Bennett could feel Stiles' tongue seeking entrance, the heat in the room rose and the two of them grew more passionate. Their tongues did an internal dance as Bennett's hands moved from Stiles' neck to his hips, his fingers quickly working at the button of Stiles' jeans. Stiles gave out a throaty moan as Bennett pushed his hand into Stiles' jeans and began massaging his growing erection to full hardness.

Bennett pulled his hands out of Stiles' underwear and in one sweep yanked his jeans and underwear from his body, briefly breaking contact. As Bennett was helping Stiles out of his jeans, he looked up and came face to face with Stiles' cock. It was perfectly straight, cut, and appeared to be at least seven and a half inches long, slightly bigger than Bennett's own uncut seven inches.

Bennett wrapped his hands around Stiles' cock and gave it one pull, drawing another moan from Stiles' kiss-swollen lips. The pink head was so beautiful to Bennett as a drop of precum formed on the tip. Bennett began to slowly lick its length before engulfing the head into his mouth. Bennett could hear Stiles muttering his name like a mantra as he slowly took all of Stiles into his mouth, his hands moving from his thick patch of pubes to massage his heavy balls.

Stiles began slowly moving his hips, pumping into Bennett's willing mouth, his moans growing louder with each thrust.

"Bennett, stop." Stiles said, halting his thrusting as Bennett pulled off his dick. There was a light sheen of sweat on Stiles' forehead, his face was flushed, and his breathing was coming in short bursts.

"Ok, if you want to stop, it's fine. I won't be mad." Bennett said, standing up.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to cum. I-I want you to…I want you to fuck me." Stiles replied nervously.

"Are you sure?" Bennett asked.

"Oh, I'm sure." Stiles responded. He dropped to his knees and slowly pulled down Bennett's pajama bottoms. He was already rock hard and leaking precum. Stiles grabbed the base of Bennett's cock and slowly wrapped his lips around it trying to repeat what Bennett had done to him.

Bennett gave a small jump before looking down at Stiles' curious eyes.

"Watch your teeth, babe." He said with a smile on his face. Stiles pulled off and nodded before covering his teeth and doing it again. This time, Bennett threw his head back and moaned, moving his hands through Stiles' short hair as he began thrusting into Stiles' mouth.

After several minutes of this, Bennett pulled Stiles off of him and lifted him so that they were face to face. Bennett stared into Stiles' eyes, so full of love but clouded by his lust. Bennett brought his lips crashing into Stiles' red lips, their tongues battling for dominance as Bennett guided them to the bed. The two of them fell back, Bennett above Stiles as he pulled their lips apart, their foreheads resting against each other.

"Ok, get on your hands and knees." Bennett said lifting himself off of the other boy. Stiles gave a nod as he rolled over and got into position, his virgin hole looking at Bennett and winking in anticipation.

Bennett placed a hand on each cheek and spread Stiles further, slowly bringing his face to Stiles' entrance. He stuck out his tongue and moved it across the smooth, tiny hole, a moan escaping Stiles' lips. Bennett could see him fisting the bed sheets, his breathing becoming heavy.

"Oh my god Ben, that feels amazing!" Stiles responded.

With a smile, Bennett continued his ministrations, working his tongue over Stiles' hole before plunging his tongue into him repeatedly. Stiles was in a frenzy as Bennett continued rimming him. His moans were now one continuous sound and he had begun to push back into Bennett's tongue.

"Lie on your back." Bennett said, pulling his face from Stiles' hole. Stiles obliged, lying down and rolling over. The tip of his cock was bright pink and precum was flowing heavily from it. Bennett reached out and rubbed his hand into it causing Stiles to close his eyes, throw his head back and moan again.

Bennett took his hand and licked two fingers before positioning one at Stiles' opening, applying slight pressure.

"Relax, baby." He said when his finger wouldn't go in. He began gently massaging the outside and slowly his finger sank into Stiles. He began slowly but picked up the pace when he saw Stiles was getting used to it. When he was sure he was ready, Bennett pushed a second finger in, Stiles moaning. This went on for a couple of minutes before Bennett added a third finger. Stiles had begun moving in synch with Bennett's thrusting fingers, his cock never losing its hardness.

"Ben baby, I need you inside of me right now!" He panted through half-lidded eyes.

Bennett pulled his fingers out and gestured at his bedside table. The drawer slowly opened and a tube of lube lifted from its insides to float to Bennett's outstretched hand. Squirting some into his palm, Bennett rubbed the lube onto his cock before squirting some on Stiles' hole. When he was sufficiently lubed, Bennett positioned himself at Stiles' entrance and slowly pushed into him. He sank slowly into Stiles, pausing every few inches to get him used to the feeling before he was fully in. He stood still while Stiles adjusted, his hot tight entrance milking Bennett's cock.

Bennett began moving in and out as Stiles started making small mewing noises that were driving Bennett insane. As he began picking up tempo, Stiles' noises grew louder and his moans more throaty.

"Oh Ben, yes! That feels so good. Oh, baby fuck me!" Stiles repeated. Bennett thought he looked so beautiful with his face and chest flushed, his legs spread apart.

When Bennett began hitting Stiles' prostrate, Stiles let out a loud moan before grabbing his own cock and pumping it in time with Bennett's thrusting. Every thrust Bennett made hit that sweet spot inside of Stiles that brought him closer and closer to completion.

"Ben, baby, I'm so close." Stiles said, pumping furiously at his cock.

"Me too babe, me too." Bennett responded, thrusting faster into Stiles.

Bennett was so close; he could feel it working from his stomach down to his dick. They were both moaning wildly now, so close to climax. Bennett had moved his hands from Stiles' upraised thighs and began tweaking Stiles' hard nipples, causing him to moan even more.

"Oh god dude, I'm about to cum. Oh shit…shit…" Stiles said, his hand flying across his red cock. "I'm cumming!" He nearly screamed as jets of cum shot from his cock, coating his chest and stomach.

The sight of Stiles cumming sent Bennett over the edge, moaning heavily as he released himself inside of Stiles.

Bennett leaned down and gave Stiles a small peck, slowly pulling himself from Stiles' used hole and falling on the bed next to him. They were both sweating and out of breath as they were coming down from their high.

"Ben, that was amazing! I love you." Stiles said, turning to look at Bennett. Bennett grabbed Stiles' left hand and kissed his knuckles.

"I love you too babe." Bennett responded. He looked down at Stiles' cum covered body and smiled.

"We need to get you cleaned. Poika lye!" He said, his eyes growing dark momentarily. The cum on Stiles' body simply vanished, leaving him clean but still slightly flushed.

"Dude, that was kind of weird." Stiles said smiling while rubbing the spot the cum had just vanished from.

"It was faster. Come here." Bennett said. He began climbing under the blankets and opening his arms. Stiles took the hint and climbed up next to him, slipping under the blankets and into Bennett's arms. Bennett placed a kiss on the back of Stiles' head before gesturing towards the light, turning it off.

The world around them was less than perfect but in this moment, Stiles in his arms, Bennett had never felt more perfect in his life. He slowly drifted off to sleep knowing that he was in love with his soulmate and for once in his life, that didn't scare him.

All I see are flashes.

Nothing's complete.

The future is in chaos.

Yellow eyes.

Dripping water.

I can hear a girl scream. I can smell Stiles.

Something's different.

Something's wrong.

All I see is flashes.

And then I see pain.

Stiles

And Lydia

Kissing.

Darkness.

Bennett's eyes flew open and he pulled himself from Stiles' embrace. Throwing himself out of bed, he ran to the bathroom. He could feel the bile rising up his throat as he threw the lid of the toilet up. In the background he could faintly hear Stiles ask him if he was okay.

Bennett watched as the contents of his stomach flew from his body into the porcelain pool of water. He watched as it swirled and disappeared.

He couldn't believe what he had seen. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it himself.

The two people he loved and trusted the most were going to betray him. He could feel the tears before he knew he was crying. He could feel Stiles wrap his arms around him and kiss his temple. He could feel the cold tiles of the floor digging into his knees.

But inside, he felt nothing.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

I'm not entirely happy with this chapter so I'll probably edit it a little more.

I hope you guys don't feel like I copped out with that Banshee explanation but I think it made sense… *shifty eyes*

This was my very first full on sex scene so be gentle. I actually had to watch porn and dictate what they were doing. I mean, yea, I've had sex but it's a little harder to describe. Shut up. Also because I'm not very emotional, whenever there's an emotional scene, I kind of just have to go with every sappy cliché I can think of!

I don't know why but I always see Stiles as a bottom no matter who he's paired with! Also the show needs more shirtless Stiles scenes. If you haven't seen Dylan O'Brien shirtless on New Girl or in that photo spread where he's in the wet clinging shirt in the shower you're missing out!

The spell he used ("poika lye!") means "clean us!"

The relationships are all kind of messed up now. It's super obvious Isaac and Allison are going to hookup, Stiles and Lydia are going to kiss (which is surprising because Stiles doesn't seem like he's still into her) and Stiles kind of implied he wanted to kiss Cora. Stiles' dad and Scott's mom are getting closer to getting together which I endorse! And I almost died when Stiles asks Jennifer/Julia where his dad is and he's all sad and crying.