Derek and Alex are back at the loft. Isaac and Alex stare at each other when they think the other one is not watching. Derek gives Stiles a little treat. It's cramped and rushed and smutty. Allison 'wakes up' after her first full moon, and she is behaving rather strange. She's happy to be alive, but she's also seriously pissed off for being tricked. Chris and Derek gets ready to tell the others what happened.
They snuck inside and tried to avoid waking anybody. Stiles was sleeping on the couch, and Isaac had passed out next to the radiator. It surprised Alex that Isaac didn't hear them come in, but then he saw the empty whiskey bottle next to him. It took a good deal of alcohol to knock out a werewolf, but it looked like Isaac had his fair share. As far as Alex could remember, that bottle had been almost full when they left.
Derek pointed to the mattress next to the door, and gestured for Alex to take it. He nodded towards the couch and whispered: "I'll squeeze myself in there." before he tiptoed across the floor and entered the bathroom.
Alex looked at Isaac. The guy was sleeping in 'his' spot with 'his' blanket and 'his' pillow. He wasn't sure how to interpret it. As soon as Derek was done in the bathroom, Alex entered and took a leak. He didn't know how to handle the situation, but decided to just play it by ear.
When he came out, he picked up the mattress and walked over to Isaac. He watched as Derek was getting ready for bed before he lied down staring into the ceiling. Alex had found a another blanket and was trying to get comfortable when he heard faint whispers from the couch. He tried not to listen in. A small giggle came from Stiles, before Derek shushed him.
He was pretty sure that Derek hadn't told Stiles what happened in the basement; they'd agreed on waiting with that till morning. Derek wanted everybody to be present when the secret was revealed.
Derek and Stiles had stopped talking, but it was evident that they weren't sleeping. Alex heard a couple of hitched breaths from Stiles, and wondered if the guy was crying for some reason. It took him only a split second to realize that that was not the case.
Slightly embarrassed by the faint noises, Alex stuffed his fingers in his ears to try to shut it out. It wasn't only the sounds in itself that embarrassed him; he could also feel an erection coming on, and tried to force it away. He threw a peek at Isaac lying only a few feet to the left. He wished that he'd have the guts to move closer, but that would probably have made the matters worse.
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"You know this couch is too small for us?" Stiles whispered as he did his best to give Derek room behind him. "We tried this before." Derek didn't say anything at first, he just wrapped his arms around Stiles and kissed his earlobe. "I know."
Derek tried to get comfortable as he slowly eased his hand into Stiles' pajama pants. "Are you kidding me?" Stiles was still whispering. "Isaac..." He lifted his hand and pointed towards where Isaac was sleeping. Derek kissed his earlobe again. "Yeah, I know."
With gentle movements, Derek managed to pull down Stiles' pants. Stiles pretended to be fighting it, but his cock was of a totally different opinion. "Hey, we, you can't." The words was hitched out. "He's going to hear us, uh, me."
Derek let his lips run down the side of Stiles' neck and over the shoulder. "Shush. Isaac has passed out." He didn't want to mention that Alex was there, awake and alert; Derek couldn't care less.
The lube was in the bedroom, but he'd grabbed a bottle of body lotion from the bathroom. After tugging on Stiles cock for a minute, he dug it out from behind his back. He had to let go of Stiles for a second to get it open. Since they were spooning, he had both hands right in front of Stiles' face, and he could hear a faint huff, when his mate obviously realized what was going to happen.
There wasn't much room between them, but Derek held on to Stiles tightly as he eased his hand into the butt-crack. Stiles was holding his breath, probably as an attempt to keep the noise down, but when the second finger entered his ass, he gasped for air.
Derek went slow and Stiles managed to control himself for a while. When Derek started fucking him with three fingers, he let out a small moan and covered his mouth with his hand. "Oh, God." He mumbled through his fingers. "You're crazy, I can't..."
Stopping now was not an option. Derek pulled his fingers out and grabbed his own cock. It wasn't easy to get a good aim in this tight space on the couch, but when Stiles lifted his leg to give him better access, he managed to get it inside.
The position was not the best; he couldn't really move much, but the short, gentle thrusts were enough. Stiles was now covering his mouth with both hands to avoid any loud noises, but the raspy growl from his throat was still audible.
It didn't matter. Isaac had heard it all before. That Alex could hear it too, wasn't a bother either. Derek reached his hand down and grabbed Stiles' cock. It took only a couple of tugs before he felt that Stiles was about to cum. With the risk of falling off the couch Derek increased the speed of his trusts and clung to his mate as he released his load up Stiles' ass. Seconds later Stiles came also.
They were both holding onto what they could reach in order to stay on the couch. Stiles was shaking and had a hard time controlling his breathing. "You are crazy. I love you." He had his face dug into the pillow, so the words were barely audible.
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Allison could feel the metal cut into her wrists. It wasn't as painful as one could expect. She had a hard time remembering what had happened. She knew exactly why she was chained up like this, but most of the memory about it was seriously blurred.
Small glimpses from the previous few hours were bothering her greatly. She remembered trying to reach her own wrist with her teeth, so she could gnaw her hand off. Luckily, the chains were attached in a manner that made it impossible. At the moment she was very happy about that.
Allison also remembered throwing herself forward to try to bite Scott. There were also other snippets of memory that at the moment abhorred her. Under all these disturbing pictures, and through the whole night, her main goal had been to find a way to kill Derek.
The fact that she did remember a little bit, was surprising. Scott had had total amnesia after he turned the first time. Maybe it was because he didn't know what happened to him. Allison knew enough about werewolves to understand the trauma they went through during their first full moon. She knew exactly what she was up against when she realized they'd managed to trap her. She'd fought against it, but it was impossible to prevent the transformation.
'So now I'm a werewolf.' The notion wasn't so horrifying anymore. She'd been adamant about taking her own life before the full moon. Part of the reason was so she could honor her mom's memory. Allison had been so sure that it was the only solution.
Hanging there on the chains, knowing it was over, she felt sad for her mom. She wouldn't have had to kill herself. This could actually be a good thing.
The urge to kill Derek was gone, but she would like to punch him in the face for tricking her. Or maybe she should punch herself in the face for being tricked. Derek wasn't stupid, but he wasn't really known for his great planning skills. That he'd been able to con her for hours, and even get Alex to participate, was actually proof that the guy could be leader-material after all. It was still somewhat embarrassing to know that she'd been fooled by the guy.
She lifted her head slowly and looked around. It was dark and gloomy in the basement, but a ray of sun coming through the small, dirty window was telling her that it was morning. Scott and her dad were both sitting by the wall with their heads on their knees. They seemed to have dozed off.
She didn't quite know how it came to pass that the two of them were there instead of Alex and Derek. Except for the fact that she vaguely remembered it, she hadn't been in a condition to understand why. At that particular moment, she didn't really care why.
She wanted to alert them that it was over, but the duct tape over her mouth prevented her from talking. That was another thing she'd have to punch someone for. She had no idea who did it, so she decided to be angry at them all.
"Mmph." The sound from her throat startled her two prison guards, and they both jumped to their feet. Scott was fastest; he ran over and ripped the tape off. He stepped back for a moment and stared into her eyes. "Are you okay?"
Allison nodded. "Yeah, I think so." She looked down on herself. "I just need a shower and some clean clothes."
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Isaac opened his eyes, but the morning sun shining through the window forced him to close them again. He used his hand to shade his eyes, before he squinted through his lashes. He looked straight into Alex' face. Isaac squeezed his eyes shut again. He had to be dreaming.
Alex was supposed to be tied up in the Hale-house at the moment. They could, of course, had just come back, but it didn't sound plausible. He cracked his eyes open slightly again. Alex was still there, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly as if he'd been there for a while.
A lot of jumbled thoughts went through Isaac's mind. He wondered if the others were back also, or if Alex had managed to escape. Isaac scrubbed that idea the moment it entered his mind. Why would the guy escape just to come back to the loft and lay down here next to him? Nothing he could come up with made sense, so he decided to just let it go. At the moment, he was quite content with the sight in front of him, and decided to enjoy it as long as possible.
It was still fairly early, and he could hear other people sleeping in the room. The sound of two people breathing in unison came from the couch, and it made him believe that Derek was back also. Who else than Derek and Stiles could be cramped together there. It could be Scott and Allison, but he couldn't smell them so he guessed that they weren't present at all.
Nothing made sense at the moment. His own feelings as he took in the sight of Alex didn't make sense either. He'd never felt like this about anyone before. It would actually have been easier to handle if it was purely sexual. Being turned on by a guy didn't scare him as much as he'd have thought, but this was different.
Suddenly, he realized that he was still clenching Alex' pillow. He wondered if anyone had noticed. He wondered if Alex had noticed. The probability of that was obvious and slightly disturbing. Isaac relaxed his grip on the pillow, and tried to move it a little without making a sound. He pretended to be sleeping as he eased it under his head.
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Alex knew that Isaac was staring at him. He managed to keep his breathing steady, pretending to be asleep. He didn't know what to expect from the guy. Isaac had been behaving very strange and somewhat aloof around him. That night when he'd come over and held him for a brief moment was the only indication that Isaac cared for him on some level. When Alex was forced to push him away, he wondered if he'd ruined anything.
With Allison's transition out of the way, Alex wanted to explain himself to Isaac. He had no idea what to say, but he needed to show Isaac that he was grateful. He wanted to tell him that he'd always be indebted to him one way or another.
He didn't know if Isaac wanted to have sex with him, but it didn't matter. Alex was ready to oblige with whatever happened. The months in Hester's house had really screwed him up regarding this, so he didn't know if he could ever have a normal sexual relationship with anybody. After beating him to a pulp, Hester took off with Troy, leaving Alex to his own fate. Eric went through the same, and they always comforted each other after the abuse.
In the beginning, Alex had thought that he and Eric shared preferences, but it wasn't so. Eric was straight, but he still let Alex crawl into his bed and cuddle up after a session of torture.
The life on the streets, making money from sucking dicks, he knew that he was pretty good at it. It had never aroused him. It was pure business. Thinking about sucking Isaac's dick was different. Alex wasn't sure if he could do it without thinking about him as a customer, but if Isaac just let him, he'd do it in a heartbeat.
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Stiles woke up from a loud bang, when the door hit the wall. Derek jumped up from behind him as Scott ran across the floor towards Derek's room. With Allison tucked to his side, Chris kept a slower pace. Scott came out of the room carrying Allison's bag and ran back to her. Melissa emerged rubbing her eyes. "What? What's happening?"
Chris walked with his daughter to the recliner, where she unwrapped herself from her dad and sat down. She looked like shit. Her clothes were bloodied and torn, and her make-up was smeared all over her face. She didn't wear shoes, and her socks were covered in dirt.
Stiles stared at them and repeated Melissa's words. "What's happening?" Nobody answered. Allison was sitting there looking at her hands. Stripes of coagulated blood made an abstract pattern on her skin. Her bra was visible through the rips in her shirt, but she didn't seem to care. Stiles could see that there was blood on her chest and neck also. He couldn't spot any wounds on her and figured that it was somebody else's blood.
Scott was digging through the bag, and pulled out different items of clothing. He held them up in front of Allison and she nodded, but looked somewhat detached from it all. Chris seemed to be swaying a little as if he was utterly exhausted, so Stiles hurried to pull his feet away, making room for the guy on the couch.
A sound from behind him made Stiles turn to look at Isaac. It startled him to discover that Alex was also there. He must have come back with Derek. Stiles felt his cheeks burn when he realized that Alex probably had heard them have sex last night.
He didn't get much time to indulge himself in the embarrassment. Melissa had come over to Allison, and she immediately started to examine the girl. After a couple of minutes, she stepped back. "Who's blood is this? It can't be yours, you have no injuries." With a baffled expression on her face, she shook her head. "Not external anyway. Do you feel okay?"
Allison leaned back in the recliner and nodded. "Yeah, sure. I'm fine." She peeked down at her own body and sighed. "I think I need a shower." With everybody else fuzzing around her, Allison looked strangely at ease. Stiles wondered what had happened, but figured that he would get the answer eventually, so he didn't even bother to ask again.
"What the hell is going on?" When his dad emerged from Isaac's room, they all turned to him. He panned the room and ended up staring at Allison. His eyes widened. "What happened to you?" Allison didn't reply. She got up from the chair, and grabbed the clothes Scott was holding. "Does anybody need to use the restroom? I'm going to take a long, hot shower."
She made a pit stop in front of Derek and with a smirk, she lifted her hand and smacked him across the face. "That's for tricking me. Don't ever do that again." Derek just stared at her before he stroke his own cheek and nodded. She moved past him and stared down at Alex sitting on the mattress on the floor. "You deserve one too, but I'll save it for later."
Stiles needed to pee so badly, but he'd just discovered that his pajama pants were on the floor and he was buck naked under the blanket. He gestured for Derek to help him, but he didn't notice. Allison was waiting patiently while everybody else used the toilet. As she was about to enter the bathroom, Stiles couldn't take it any longer. "I need to pee too, can I get some help? Derek! I'm, uh, I'm naked."
When a dam breaks, it can cause all sorts of damage. The dam that broke in the loft at that moment, did quite the opposite. As Derek lifted Stiles off the couch to help him get to the bathroom, everybody started laughing. It sounded a bit restrained to begin with, but when Allison joined in also, the laughter became more genuine and relieving.
Stiles waved as he got carried inside. "Thank you, thank you all, I'll be back shortly."
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"Just tell them now. I don't want to be here for the revelation." It had been Allison's last words before she entered the bathroom. Melissa had hurried to put on some coffee. Isaac tried to help her, but was clearly more in the way. Derek brought Stiles to his room where they both got dressed. Mr Stilinski had slumped down on the couch next to Chris, and Alex was still sitting on the floor.
Scott knew that they'd had to tell everybody what had happened, and was just waiting for them to gather around the coffee table. He was seated on the recliner, and tried to relax. It wasn't easy. The night had been rough, and telling the others about it meant that he had to relive it. He wondered what the others would say when they revealed that Allison had been attacked by Hester and had become a werewolf.
Chris had explained the attack in detail while he and Scott were sitting in the basement waiting for Allison's transformation to be over.
When Scott had discovered what was going on in the Hale-house, he'd been ready to kill Derek one way or another. After hearing Chris out, he'd changed his mind and wanted to thank Derek for saving her. It had still felt good to see Allison hit the guy. He had conned her, and even if he did it to save her, he had it coming.
He didn't know what part Alex played in this. It had been a bold move to let him in on the con. Derek couldn't have been sure that the guy was on their side. Maybe Derek knew more about Alex than he'd told them. It had to be addressed, but Scott was pretty sure that they could trust him now.
During the ride from the woods, Allison had apologized for her behavior lately and explained why she'd hung out with Alex, so Scott wasn't jealous of him anymore. Maybe a little. He was very good looking, but all signs pointed to that he was more into Isaac.
As soon as Derek and Stiles were back, Melissa and Isaac brought coffee and some cookies. Stiles got a seat on the couch next to his dad, while Melissa just sat down on an armrest. Isaac looked around for a seat before he, after throwing a quick peek at Alex, sat down on the floor next to the couch.
Derek was pacing a little before stopped and cleared his throat. He was standing behind Chris and before he spoke, he patted the guy's shoulder. "Maybe you better start. You were there from the beginning. I'll fill in when it's necessary."