Hester's 'family' are having a small crises. Troy wants revenge, but none of the others agrees with him at the moment. Isaac and Alex are at 'Jungle' where Isaac feels very much out of his comfort zone. It doesn't get any better when they get solicited by another guest. Derek shares a secret, and Stiles' reaction makes him a little angry and embarrassed. Melissa wants to know what happened on the field, and Scott gives her a slightly edited story. It's clear that she doesn't believe him. In the restroom at the club, Isaac and Alex have and encounter that leads to a surprising climax.

They were all waiting for Jade to make a decision, but she didn't seem quite up to it yet. She was sitting on the couch, staring into the air with a confounded expression on her face. The wound she'd suffered when she got shot was completely healed and her sister was doing her best to clean her up.

Troy was pacing back and forth with his fists clenched. He'd angrily explained what happened after Joy took off, and he kept staring at her as if it all was her fault. Eric knew that wasn't the case. Maybe Joy should have stayed and tried to help them, but in Eric's opinion it wouldn't have changed much.

He was reasonably sure that it was Hester's own stupidity that had led to this. He'd known Hester as a smart woman, and this wild crusade hadn't fit her personality. The love and affection Eric had felt for her since he first met her didn't prevent him from seeing her flaws.

It saddened him that she was dead; she had taken care of him in her twisted way, and he wondered what would happen to him now.

"Maybe we should just go to bed." Joy was addressing her sister, but didn't get much of a reply. Jade looked at her and smiled, before she sighed heavily and closed her eyes. Joy seemed to be on the brink of crying, she nudged her sister gently and repeated the question, but this time she didn't react at all.

"We should go there and kill them all." Troy had stopped pacing. His scars were still visible through the ripped shirt, but they didn't seem to bother him anymore. "And how are we going to do that?" Eric could understand how Troy felt, but the four of them wouldn't stand a chance against this pack.

Jade had clearly suffered minor brain damage from the shot. Joy was a sobbing mess, and he himself had never been in a fight in his life. "We're defeated, can't you see that. Nothing we can do will bring her back. We need to pick up the pieces and move on."

Before he knew it, Eric had Troy's hands around his neck. "And let them win?" He squeezed harder, making it a little difficult to breathe. "They won already." Eric croaked out as he tried to remove Troy's hands.

"He is right. Let him go." Joy's voice was trembling, but it had a demanding tone to it. Troy lifted Eric off the floor and threw him to the ground. "As you wish, but this is not over. Jade will come around and demand revenge."

Eric could hear his wrist snap as he hit the floor, but he managed to avoid crying out in pain. It would heal shortly. He got up and scooted towards the door. He'd always hated Troy, but he'd never laid hands on him before. 'This is not over,' he thought to himself as he exited the room.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Alex seemed to be in awe from the moment they stepped inside the club. The music was pumping out of the speakers hitting them full force. Flashing lights revealed a dance-floor almost entirely occupied by young men. Isaac felt slightly out of his comfort zone and dragged Alex with him to a less crowded area near the bar.

A bartender looked at them an cocked his brows. Alex smiled at him before he turned to Isaac. "Do we have any money? Can we get a drink?" Isaac had a few bills in his pocket, but he didn't know how much. He dug them out and started counting them as the bartender placed a drink on the counter in front of Alex.

"Wait, I don't know if I have enough." Isaac yelled it out over the loud music. The bartender just shrugged and pointed at a tall handsome guy at the far end. "He's paying." Isaac stared as the man lifted his own glass and sent a wink their way. Alex himself didn't seem bothered and mouthed a 'thank you' to the guy before he took a small sip.

Isaac had felt less than comfortable about this already, but now he almost freaked out. "You can't take it. He may want something in return" He tried to push the drink away, but Alex held on to it. "Nah, I didn't ask for it, he just gave it to me. I don't have to give him anything." Alex took another sip before he handed the glass to Isaac. "Try it! It's good."

This was not right. For Isaac it felt almost like stealing. He shook his head. "I can't, people just don't buy you things, drinks, for no reason." He wanted to wrap his arms around Alex and was ready fend of anybody who came too close.

Alex stretched his neck and kissed Isaac on the cheek. "Many times." He chuckled a little. "Take what you're given and enjoy it." He took a step closer and kissed Isaac again. This time on the mouth. Then he turned to the guy who'd bought the drink and smiled, before he lifted the glass to his lips. Isaac watched as the man nodded and gave them a lopsided smile.

"See, no problem." Alex finished off the drink and turned to the dance floor. "Come on." He tugged on Isaac's arm and pulled him towards the moving crowd. Dancing was not one of Isaac's favorite pastimes, and he didn't want to embarrass himself. He tried to hold Alex back, but it was futile. He managed to come loose from his grip, and watched Alex disappear into the masses.

"I trust him, I have to trust him." Isaac could barely hear his own voice over the loud music as he tried to keep an eye on his boyfriend. At this very moment, he wished that he could have kept Alex in the loft and never let him out. He instantly agreed with himself that that was a sick and twisted thought, but it scared him to see how Alex took to this scene as a natural.

He startled when he felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned to discover that it was the guy from the bar. "The drink was for you." He ran his hand down Isaac's back. "But it doesn't matter." Isaac stepped away to avoid the touch as he stared at the man, dumbfounded. "I guess you've already picked you price, and unless he wants to share you..."

For a moment, Isaac lost his ability to speak. He was extremely intrigued. He'd never looked at himself as particularly desirable. He knew he was reasonably good looking, but nobody had ever come on to him like this. With Alex – gorgeous Alex – at his side, he was surprised that anybody even noticed him.

While he was waiting for his voice to come back, Isaac looked at the guy more closely. He was tall and muscular; the mesh tank top was clinging to him as if it was a second skin. He wore extremely tight leather pants – which for Isaac seemed a little tacky – with some rhinestone attached like sequins down the side of it.

"No. Sorry. No." Isaac shook his head. "We're not into sharing." He panned the crowd for Alex, but couldn't see him. 'Half-naked' seems to be the going fashion trend at this place, although – when he looked closer – it was only about twenty percent of the guests that were sporting a bare chest. It still seemed like he and Alex were slightly overdressed for this venue.

Isaac jumped when he got a slap on his ass. "If you change your mind..." The man nodded over to the bar and started to walk away.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Stiles had been in the shower for a quick rinse, and was now back in bed. His ass hurt, and he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to try that again. It was definitely not going to happen shortly.

He waited for Derek to come back. He'd wanted to fix them a late night snack, and was in the kitchen to see what he could find. After Alex had taken over, there were always some tasty leftovers in the fridge, and Stiles worried that they would get fat from all the good food.

It didn't take so long before Derek came in with a tray. He brought meatballs, olives, a couple of chicken strips, and half a loaf of Alex' homemade garlic bread. Stiles mouth watered when the scent of the food hit his nostrils. "Alex is going to kill us slowly." Stiles scooted over to make room for the tray between them. "We're going to eat ourselves to death."

Derek chuckled as he handed Stiles a fork. "I know. Maybe that's what it's all about." He stabbed a meatball with his fork and held it up. "Hester's divine plan. Planting Alex here to make sure we were too busy eating to fight back." He shoved the food into his mouth.

Stiles had to smile. "And it would have worked if Alex wasn't so busy getting fucked. Isaac saved us from overdosing on food. He's the real hero." He ripped off a piece of the bread. "By the way, they didn't come home yet, should we worry?"

Too busy chewing, Derek just shook his head. He swallowed and took a piece of bread. "Nah. We said two hours, it's only been two and a half."

After ten minutes of silence while they focused on eating, Stiles leaned back on the headboard and patted his belly. "Enough. I can't." He watched as Derek removed the tray. During their little meal, Stiles had felt the burn in his ass, and he'd been pondering over the fact that Derek even owned a dildo.

The biggest question was really, how long he'd had it. It could easily had it stored away for years. The thought made him a little jealous. Derek could have bought it to use it on somebody else. "When did you get that thing?" Stiles knew the answer could be troubling, but he had to ask. "That rubber cock, I mean." To his surprise, he noticed that Derek blushed a little.

"Oh, ages ago. I just... It was just lying around unused and I..." He rubbed his forehead. "I found it the other day, still in the package and... you know..." Stiles didn't know, but he really wanted to. "I don't understand. Why did you even buy it?"

Again Derek seemed slightly embarrassed, and Stiles wondered if he'd regret asking. "Well, uh, I..." A few seconds went by before Derek spoke again. "Does it matter?" He seemed very reluctant to talk about it, which made Stiles even more curious.

"Technically? No. I just... I worry when you keep secrets. I worry that you bought it for somebody else." He felt stupid for admitting that he was jealous, especially when it had to do with the past. "If you think that I shouldn't know, you're probably right, but I can't help it."

Derek bent his head down and chuckled a little. "Oh, don't worry, I didn't have anyone else in mind when I...uh, got it." He smiled at Stiles. "I guess I should just tell you." He drew his breath as he scooted closer. "I always knew that I was attracted to both boys and girls, but I had never been with a boy."

The silence lasted for more than a minute before Derek continued. "I'd never had sex with a guy and I wanted to find out how it felt like." He paused for a second. "I was just a teenager, and I was curious."

When he fell silent again, Stiles nudged him. "Is that your explanation? I don't understand." He tried to catch Derek's eyes, but he turned away. "Okay, okay. I stole it from a shop. I grabbed the first thing I could reach and I ran." He threw his hands out. "I wanted a cock."

Stiles couldn't help himself, and started to laugh out loud. "So you, so you, huh, you stole it for yourself?" He could barely keep himself upright. It wasn't only because he'd learned that Derek was a thief. Stiles was also kind of relieved that he hadn't planned to use it on somebody else.

"I came home and looked at it, and I realized that I'd made a mistake. It was just too big." Derek slapped Stiles' thigh. "Stop it. Don't laugh." Stiles couldn't stop. This was the most hilarious news in a long time. "But... you... kept... it?" It wasn't easy to get the words out between the bursts of laughter.

The red glow in Derek's eyes could have been intimidating at one point in time, but not now. "I'm...sorry," Stiles hitched out. He wasn't quite truthful. He wasn't sorry.

"I hid it in the basement and forgot all about it. I found it again when we started to tear down the house." Derek got out of bed and picked up the tray. "I'm leaving. It's not that funny." He stomped towards the door as Stiles rolled around on the bed, still laughing. "Yes it is." He drew his breath and managed to compose himself somewhat. "You have to admit it. It's, it's..." Derek had left the room.

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

Melissa greeted him with her arms open as Scott came through the door. "What happened? Are you alright?" She was about to hug him when she suddenly took a step back. "What happened?" She repeated as her eyes focused on his hip.

He had tried to cover it up with the jacket, but it was obviously not enough. The stains on the dark jeans weren't so visible, but his T-shirt was ripped and the bottom part of it was almost entirely covered in with blood. "Uh, it's worse than it looks." He lifted his shirt to show her the healed skin underneath.

"I know you can heal. How bad was it really?" She looked a little scared as she again approached and gave him a hug. Scott hugged her back and kissed her on the cheek. "Not so bad. It was just a flesh-wound." He didn't like to lie to her, but he didn't want her to worry so much either.

"What about the others? Allison? Are they okay?" His mom stepped away to let him get his shoes and jacket off. "Oh, oh, and Alex. How did it go?" Scott nodded. "They're fine. Alex is fine. Hester had to give up her quest." He hoped Melissa wouldn't ask any more questions. One little white lie was enough.

He walked towards the stairs. "I'm tired. Negotiating is hard work." He forced out a chuckle; he wanted her to believe that there had been nothing to worry about, but she wasn't fooled. "Scott! Don't do this. Tell me what happened." He turned to her and sighed. "You sure you want to know?" His mom nodded before he'd finished the sentence and Scott sat down on the stairs.

"There was a fight. We had to fend them off, but we were never in any real danger." Lie number two came out naturally, and he continued. "We outnumbered them, so they gave up and fled." Scott tried to avoid looking at his mom, because he was afraid she'd notice that he was less than truthful. It didn't go as planned. "Scott, you are a terrible liar. I don't believe a word you're saying." Melissa frowned and folded her arms across her chest. "Did anyone get seriously hurt?"

Scott rubbed his forehead before he looked at his mom again. "Yes, someone got seriously hurt, but we're all fine now. Hester's pack is gone though, and we'll probably never see them again." He got up and shook his head. "I'll tell you more in the morning. I left, uh, we left. I really don't know everything." After a short hesitation he added: "Derek and Isaac got injured too, but Dr Deaton fixed them up."

He turned and ascended the stairs. Scott knew that his mom wanted more information, but he just couldn't. Revealing that his girlfriend killed Hester with her bare hands, or that Derek actually died for a moment, wasn't necessary.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Alex had been dancing for a while when he suddenly emerged from the crowd. He practically dived into Isaac's arms and looked up at him. "This is so much fun. You should join." Isaac felt no urge to dance, but he'd felt very lonely standing on the sideline. "I really don't think I should embarrass myself out there." He nodded towards the dance-floor. "And anyway, It's too hot, and I can't just remove my jacket."

For a moment, Alex looked a little puzzled, but then he obviously understood what Isaac was referring to. He was still wearing the ripped and bloodstained T-shirt. Alex grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the restrooms. "Come on, we'll fix that."

The music got slightly muffled as the door closed behind them. Alex walked backwards as he tried to rid Isaac of the jacket. They heard some heavy breathing from one of the stalls and Isaac threw a peek in that direction. The door was slightly ajar and he could see a young man on the floor busy sucking another one off. The sight was embarrassingly arousing, and Isaac heaved his breath when his pants got a little too tight.

Alex had managed to remove the jacket, and with a quick tug he ripped the already ruined T-shirt off Isaac. He'd obviously not noticed the couple in the booth, but then his eyes widened as he stared at them. "Oops." He took a step away dragging Isaac with. "That was, uh, hot."

It became pretty clear that Alex got just as horny from the sight as Isaac. For a second they both froze up, before they clung to each other and rubbed their cocks together through the fabric of their pants. "We can't... not here." Isaac dug his hand into Alex' pants and caressed his cock. "I know." Alex panted it out as he brushed his lips over Isaac's now bare chest.

The other couple got louder. Isaac unbuttoned Alex' pants and pulled the zipper down. "Just need to touch you." He grabbed around Alex' cock and gave it a tug. "Yes, yes, work it for me, baby." The ragged whisper from one of the men in there was just too much. Isaac forced Alex into one of the stalls and pulled his pants down, before he unbuttoned his own. Alex bent over and leaned on the wall. "Spit, just spit. I can take it."

Isaac did as he was told and with his fingers covered with saliva he force two of them into Alex' asshole. The prep was rushed and clumsy, but none of them had time to concern themselves with it. As the grunts and the slurping noises from the other stall told them that the guy was releasing his load into the other guy's mouth, Isaac forced his dick inside Alex.

Alex whimpered a little, but Isaac could not stop now. He thrust forward and started fucking Alex with frantic movements. The fact that they were in a public place made it so much more intense, and it took only a couple of thrusts before Isaac was on the edge. Alex was tugging on his own cock as he pushed back in sync with Isaac.

It was over in record time, and as Isaac cummed, he reached his hand around and helped Alex jerk himself off.

Isaac pulled out and helped Alex up before he started to button his pants. Alex turned around and was about to kiss him when his face suddenly turned red. He was staring at something behind Isaac. Isaac threw a glance over his shoulder and realized that the door of the stall was wide open. The two men from the other stall were standing there staring. One of them drew his breath and nodded approvingly. "Thanks boys, that was...uh, nice."