As promised, I have another chapter ready. I don't know if I will be able to post more this week, but I'll try. I have a couple of questions for you all. Should I kill all of Hester's pack? Should I save them? Joy, Jade, Troy, Eric, Hester. Who deserves to live? I prefer to get your answers i a PM. No spoilers.

For the first time in a while Stiles is back in his own bed. It's nice. Isaac gets the long overdue kiss from Alex, but after it's over he believes that Alex is only teasing him. Derek has 'forbidden' thoughts in his head as he falls asleep in Stiles' bed. By litterally taking matters into her own hands, Allison believes that she has found her anchor. It doesn't take too long before Isaac understands that Alex is not a tease after all.

It was always nice to stay at Derek's place. Stiles almost felt that it was like home, but only almost. In his own room, he had little things that were his. He had pictures on the walls that he put up there. The familiarity of it all felt nice as he lied on the bed, staring into the ceiling. Derek's room was bare in comparison, although the big, heavy furniture filled it up and almost made it look classy.

He didn't really miss his bed; Derek's bed was extremely comfortable, but it was Derek's. Stiles knew that he could claim it, but the fact that he hadn't participated in decorating the room, made it feel like he was a visitor regardless.

"What are you thinking about?" Stiles got startled. He hadn't heard Derek come in. The door was wide open and the guy could move with stealth, so Stiles was used to his sometimes sudden appearances. "You like being back home?"

Derek smiled at him as he approached the bed. "The loft isn't really a home. It's just temporary sleeping quarters." Stiles didn't say anything at first, he just patted the bed to get Derek sit down. With their fingers laced together, lying there side by side, Stiles turned to his boyfriend and sighed. "I like it there, but you're right. It isn't home. It isn't a home."

When Derek didn't comment on it, Stiles continued. "If, I mean, when the house is done..." He looked away shyly. "we can make that a home, right?" He knew it would be Derek's house, but he wanted to put his mark on it too. Derek squeezed his hand. "If you want to live there with me, I'll let you do whatever you want to make it your home."

After a few minutes of silence, Stiles scooted closer and panted a kiss on Derek's cheek. "I, I really , really want to, but..." He rolled his eyes. "I'm not so sure he..." Stiles gestured towards the door, indicating that he was talking about his dad. "I don't know if he will approve."

Derek chuckled a little. "I understand, but even if it takes a while before you can move in, I'm going to regard it as your home too." He gave Stiles a smile. "I want to make sure that if, or when you come to live there, you will feel that it's yours."

Stiles reacted instantly. "If?" He sat up abruptly and stared down at Derek. "If I move in? Of course I want to move in." He shook his head and search for any doubts in the face in front of him. "Don't say things like that. I love you."

With a sigh, Derek pulled him in and embraced him. "Sorry, but you're so young, things can change. For me you're it, but humans don't mate for life. I mean not necessarily." With his face tucked into the crook of Derek's neck, Stiles knew what he was insinuating. "You mean, if I was a werewolf, you would trust this relationship more?"

Another little chuckle escaped Derek's throat."That's a thought! But I don't want you to think it. I'm fine, and I love my human Stiles." He stoke Stiles' back and let his lips brush his forehead. "I love you just the way you are."

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Their position wasn't the best for a kiss. Isaac was half lying half sitting on the couch with Alex standing behind the backrest, hovering over him. When Alex leaned in, Isaac closed his eyes, just waiting for it. He felt the brush of lips on his and held his breath. His own lips felt dry and chapped and he wanted to lick them, but he didn't dare.

He waited for what seemed like an eternity, before he opened his eyes a crack. Alex' eyes were wide open staring straight at him from inches away. Isaac wanted that kiss so much now, and he couldn't understand what Alex was waiting for.

Alex turned his head a little and kissed the corner of Isaac's mouth. It was gentle and not particularly satisfying. "Alex, I..." He managed to hitch out, as those lips brushed over his cheek. "Shh." Alex whispered against his skin. Suddenly he had a hand under his neck, and before he knew it Alex went in for the kill. Isaac immediately caught on and when their tongues met he grabbed on to what he could reach. He was pulling on Alex' hair with one hand and on his t-shirt with the other.

Alex' thumb was flicking at Isaac's earlobe, as their mouth practically melted together in a languid kiss. When Alex eventually started to pull back, Isaac tried to follow. He didn't want to stop, but he needed to breathe, so he had to let their lips part. He was still holding on to Alex, and could feel that the guy was about to move away. He tried to grab on tighter, but the position he was in made it a little difficult.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a very skilled kisser." Alex chuckled shyly, as he started to walk away. Isaac sat up and stared at him. "Uh, I didn't notice." His eyes caught the view of Alex' ass in the tight boxers he was wearing. He had to swallow hard when his cock nodded in approval.

At the kitchen counter, Alex turned to him. "It was nice, though, wasn't it?" He picked two beers out of the fridge. He opened them and grabbed a bag of chips from the cupboard. "Is there anything on TV?"

As he came back, Isaac couldn't spot any visible indication that the kiss had aroused Alex. In the skimpy outfit it would have been impossible to hide, and Isaac got a little disappointed. The sexual attraction was probably not mutual, and Alex just did this to tease him.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Derek was leaning on the headboard of Stiles' bed with his eyes half lidded, gazing at nothing really. Stiles' was lying on his side with an arm over Derek's stomach and his head on his chest. They were supposed to get ready for bed, but none of them wanted to get up, so they lied there, fully dressed. It was late, and the sheriff had turned in more than an hour ago. Derek caressed the small of Stiles' back with lazy circular movements of his fingers.

He knew that Stiles was about to fall asleep, and he wasn't far from dozing of himself. He wondered if he should try to get them undressed and crawl under the covers, but he felt so comfortable right now.

The conversation he had with Chris earlier, had been promising. He knew that the guy had a few tricks up his sleeve, and he had mentioned working for a builder in his youth. He'd promised to help out, but Derek didn't know what skill level he was on. After assessing the blueprints, taking Derek's wishes into consideration, Chris was sure he could lead this project and build the house with only a few professionals involved.

That was good news, and it would save him a lot of money. Derek had the funds to do it, but he'd worried that he had to get a steady job to fulfill his dream. Digging into his trust fund wasn't an option. He should probably look for a job regardless. It was kind of boring not having anything to do. Another thing was that Isaac didn't bring any income, and Derek was forced to provide for him, and now they had Alex there too.

Building a house was one thing. Keeping a house was another. Derek knew that he was out on a limb, but he had to do this.

He tried to imagine how it would be if everything turned out the way he wanted. He wasn't sure if Alex would join them, but if so, they would be a pack of six in the house. He threw a peek at Stiles. 'Five werwolves and... Stiles.' He sighed to himself. He didn't lie when he told Stiles that he loved him regardless, but if... Derek forced the thought out of his head. It was a work in progress, but he didn't want to think about it too much.

He kissed the top of Stiles head, and eased himself out of bed. Stiles was fast asleep and didn't react. Derek got undressed, and pulled the blanket over his mate before he crawled under it behind Stiles' back. He looked at the bare neck in front of him. A small bite. It would be easy. Stiles would probably understand, or maybe resent him for the rest of their lives.

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Allison decided to take matter into her own hands. She hadn't had a chance to talk to Derek about an anchor yet. Scrub that. She'd had plenty of chances, but she didn't really want his help. She knew perfectly well that he wouldn't hold it against her, but she wanted to perceived as strong and in control.

After that first night, when she was thinking about her mom making it possible to get a good nights sleep, she'd pulled up that memory again wondering if that could be her anchor. It had not worked out. It was only when she was in bed, sniffing the pillow that she managed to shut it all out. She wondered if a smell could be it.

In the woods, at their little party, she'd worried about wolfing out when she and Scott snuck away from the others for a moment. It didn't happen; she felt in complete control of herself. At that time she didn't even question it, she was just happy about hanging with her friends and being able to be with Scott.

Thinking back, she got a little embarrassed by herself for not adding two and two together. Before that party she'd dabbed a few drops of her mom's perfume on her wrists, and the scent had lingered in the air around her at all times. She still wasn't sure if that was it, but she wanted to try it out.

She knew that anger could possibly bring the wolf out. There was also rumors to suggest that angst and terror could do the trick. Allison thought about it and she soon found out that in her present state, none of those would work. She couldn't find anything to be angry enough about at the moment, and she felt that nothing could scare her ever again.

The only way was by sexual arousal. She knew that Scott had been about to turn on several occasions before he got control over his wolf. After several days of not getting any, Allison knew it would be easy. She decided to try to imagine Scott fucking her.

During a long and hot shower, she began touching herself. As she started to get aroused from it, she could feel the little itch in her gum from the fangs; her nails, scraping over the inside of her own thighs, got sharper and more pointy. She worried that she'd injure herself down there if she kept going, but she had to find out.

She brushed over her clitoris with her thumb. It felt different than before. Her heightened senses made it more intense. She kept at it, and was soon panting under the streaming water. She almost forgot that she was supposed to imagine that it was Scott fondling her. The second she thought about him again, her hand trembled. Her claws came out fully and dug into her skin on her thigh.

She managed to keep her mouth shut when a growl threatened to leave her throat. With her other hand, she grabbed the bottle of perfume from the soap holder where she'd placed it. After fumbling to get the cap off, she practically stuffed the neck of it into her nose and took a deep breath.

The change was instantaneous. Her claws retracted and her fangs were gone. She could still see Scott before her as she worked her clit intensely. When she felt that she was close, she inserted two fingers up her cunt and fucked herself with them, while maintaining clitoral action.

With a loud moan, she sunk down on her knees as the orgasm rolled over her.

Panting heavily, she wondered if she'd need to have this bottle with her at all times, or if it was possible to learn to control herself without it.

After getting out of the shower, she tried to force the wolf out, but it wasn't possible. Then she dabbed a little perfume on her neck and tried again. It wasn't easy. She didn't really know how to wolf out on purpose, but eventually she could see her fingernails change. It was a start. If she just worked at it, she could possibly become a werewolf whenever she wanted to, not having to wait for the full moon.

She commended herself on her progress. Scott had been a mess until he found his anchor. Allison had heard rumors about how Boyd and Isaac dealt with it, and it wasn't pleasant. Erica had also had a hard time, but after the bite, she'd been such a bitch that it was hard for anyone else to spot the difference.

Allison felt bad thinking about the dead girl like that, but it was true. She was pretty sure that if the girl had listened to Derek's advice, she could still have been alive. That was another issue. Derek wasn't really cut out to be a pack-leader. He didn't manage to control his pack. Brought up to be a leader among the hunters, Allison knew the responsibilities involved. Lately, she'd seen that Derek had grown into the role, but she wasn't quite sure if he really had it in him.

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Alex had to pull back when the urge to jump over the backrest and ravage Isaac's body washed over him. He hurried to turn away and walk to the kitchen. With extreme control over his own body, he managed to will the erection away before he dared to face Isaac.

He had no idea what to do next. It was perfectly clear to him that Isaac had responded to the kiss just the way he'd wanted him to, but he didn't know if the guy was ready to take it a step further. He decided to let it rest for a bit; he wanted to talk. They hadn't really had a chance to get to know each other properly, and Alex was eager to learn more about Isaac.

"Here." He handed one of the beers to Isaac and put the other one on the table, before he went over to his stash to find a pair of pants. Stiles had given him some clothes and among there was a pair of sweatpants. Alex felt the need to cover up somewhat, just in case.

"Are you okay? You're awfully quiet over there." Alex tried to sound as causal as possible. "Tell me about yourself. How long have you been a werewolf." He slumped down on the couch, far enough away to not touch Isaac, but close enough for him to easily reach him if he wanted to.

Isaac shrugged. "A while. I, I don't remember exactly. " He huffed and picked at the label of the beer-bottle. "But, uh... Was that it? That kiss, was that all you wanted?" Alex could see the blush on Isaac's face and wondered how to respond. It was not all he wanted, but he was afraid he'd scare Isaac if he revealed his true feelings. Isaac continued. "You're just a tease, aren't you? A kiss is not necessarily just a kiss."

Alex closed his eyes and took a sip from the beer before he sighed and threw a peek at Isaac. "Maybe. Maybe I am teasing you a little, but I..." He'd felt so confident and bold when he leaned in for that kiss, and now he could barely talk without stuttering. He drew his breath as he eased his hand closer to Isaac's. "I, we, uh, we could do it again and you can try to find out. I mean, uh, uh, I'm so, uh, I have no experience in this."

When Isaac grabbed his hand and pulled a little, he went with it and scooted closer, leaning his head on Isaac's shoulder. Isaac wrapped an arm around him and laced his fingers into his hair. "You are beautiful, did you know that?" Isaac cupped his chin with his other hand and forced his head up so they could look at each other. "I have no idea what I'm doing." Isaac's face was so red that Alex had to smile a little. "Let's find out."

There was no hesitation anymore. Their lips crashed together as they clung to each other. Isaac's hands were roaming over Alex' back as he leaned against the armrest pulling him with. Alex couldn't hide the arousal he got from it, and when he felt the hardness of Isaac's dick on his hip he let out a small moan.

The couch wasn't big enough and not particularly comfortable. While holding on to each other for dear life they rolled off it and crashed into the floor. "Ouch!" Isaac let go for a second and pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead were a small cut was seeping blood. It started to heal instantly and Isaac wiped his hand on his thigh as he chuckled against Alex' mouth. "That table has sharp corners."

Alex hurried to stretch his neck and kiss the cut before it vanished. "I'll make it better, a kiss can cure anything." They both laughed at the idiocy of the statement as they looked each other in the eyes. Alex was lying on top of Isaac, pushing his pelvis down to let Isaac know what was going on inside his pants. The laughter got stuck in Isaac's throat and for a second he looked terrified. Then he grabbed onto Alex' shoulders and rolled them over so he was on top. He straddled him and sat up half way, leaning on his hands placed on each side of Alex' head.

"This is crazy. What are we doing." There was a slight tremble in Isaac's voice as he whispered it hoarsely. "We can't, uh, oh my God, I can't..." Alex had no will to stop this, and he suspected that Isaac hadn't either. He shot his hand out and grabbed around Isaac's cock through the loose fitting pajama pants. "We can do whatever we want, and we both want this. You know it."

Isaac's eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned loudly, before he let his hands move down Alex' side until he reached the hem of the T-shirt. He pushed it up slowly and Alex arched his back to help him. When he couldn't get it any further up, he let go and removed his own. As this was going on, Alex managed to get his hand inside Isaac's pants. Isaac hitched his breath as Alex grabbed onto his cock and gave it a couple of tugs. "Alex, I, I'm gonna..." He fell forward as his whole body trembled, and Alex could feel his hand getting sticky from the cum.

It took several minutes before any of them moved. Alex was pinned down and his hand was kind of stuck inside Isaac's pants. Isaac had dug his face into the crook of his neck, and he held on to his shoulders so hard that Alex could feel the claws dig into his skin. "I didn't mean to. I wanted to go slow. I wanted to..." Isaac was sobbing into Alex' ear. "I don't know... I just want you..."

Alex managed to get his hand out and wrapped both arms around Isaac's back. "It's okay, there's nothing to worry about. I'm a novice too." He lifted his head a little and kissed Isaac's shoulder. "It's a little uncomfortable under here. Can we go to bed?"