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Stiles had been acting strange lately. He was quieter, staring at people when silence passed over the group, instead of filling the space. When people spoke to him, he responded with his normal exuberance, but always with a moment's pause, like he was trying to force it. Scott would have been more concerned, but Stiles looked good. The bags that had taken up residence under his eyes had moved on, his skin always had a healthy flush to it, and Scott had even noticed that his hands had stopped shaking.
Scott wouldn't have mentioned anything, except for the incident with Derek. They had gone out to investigate a strange happen stance, Stiles had come back like nothing was out of the ordinary, but Derek looked disheveled and smelled of confusion and... sex? Stiles seemed none the wiser.
"Uhhhhh, anything we should know, Stiles?" he asked.
"Nope," Stiles said, popping the 'p.' "Was literally a bear this time. Derek took care of it, and we told animal control where to find it." He slowly turned his head to look up at Derek, offering a wide smile.
Derek looked between the two of them, his face slowly turning pink and slipping into a scowl at the same time. "It's fine."
Scott blinked at them, stunned by the complete ineptitude of their lying. It made sense that Stiles had been so chipper if they were dating. But then why would Derek smell like sex and not Stiles? And why was Derek all of a sudden so bad at hiding it? He resolved to pull one of them aside at the end of the night to talk to them about it.
Fortunately, Scott didn't have to. Derek cornered him as he was leaving, Stiles having already left to warm up the jeep. "Something is weird about Stiles."
"Uhhhhhh, yes? That's why we're friends?"
Derek groaned. "No, you idiot. Something is up with him." He looked around to see if anyone else was there. "Earlier... Right before we got back in his car he just, just started kissing me. No warning! And afterwards I tried to, you know, tell him I wasn't interested. And instead of defending himself or trying to change my mind he just... started saying weird stuff."
"Like?"
"Like 'You're not compatible,' and 'it's okay, we'll just have to wait a little longer.' Later, when we were in the car he kept saying ‘it's a shame he'll never feel like this.' like he was talking to someone else."
"Stiles talks to himself all the time," Scott pointed out.
"This was different!" Derek said, running his hands through his hair. "I'm not conveying this right, just talk to him. Please? I don't know if it was some heavy coping with rejection or something else, but I just want to make sure he's okay."
"I can see that," Scott said. "Are you okay? I know being jumped like that can't have been fun."
"I'm fine," Derek dismissed, "It... wasn't such a surprise... but I didn't think he was actually going to do anything!"
"I hear ya," he said. "I'll talk to him." He had to admit that it was weird... even for Stiles.
*****
Scott took the car ride to sort through what he wanted to say. Stiles just hummed along to the radio like nothing was out of place. When they turned down his street, Scott asked. "So what happened with Derek?"
"Oh, that?" Stiles said, like it had happened forever ago. He shrugged. "I misread a situation. Turns out he wasn't compatible, which is a shame, but what can ya do."
"You're taking it really well," Scott said slowly.
"Nothing I can do about it." They pulled into the driveway, and Stiles offered him a pleasant smile. "Are you worried about me, Scotty?"
"That's not just it," Scott insisted, “You’ve been acting kinda weird in general lately."
“How so?”
“Well, you’ve been quieter, and you just seem more… laid back?” Scott stumbled through saying. “And that’s never been, you know, you.”
Stiles sighed. They were idling in the driveway now. “I’ve just kinda… changed my mindset a little. Been practicing mindfullness, ya know.”
Scott leaned back to scrutinize him. "Really?"
“Yeah really,” Stiles said. “A lot of things have happened to us, and I guess I’d been blaming myself for some of them for a while now, but I’ve been learning that they weren’t my fault. I’ve accepted that some things aren’t in my control and it’s made me happier.”
Scott blinked in surprise, taking a while to process what that meant. “I didn’t know you had been feeling like that.”
Stiles shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It was hard to articulate.”
Scott put his hand on Stiles' shoulder, his fingers brushing the hairs on his neck. “I’m really glad it’s working for you, man.”
Stiles nodded. “Oh yeah, you have no idea how freeing giving up control can be.”
Scott laughed, already pulling the handle to open the door. “Maybe I’ll try it one day,” he said as he slipped out. “See ya later.”
****
Things were calm in the weeks that followed, which was just what they needed as they headed into summer. Scott was worried about finals. He was teetering on the edge of a B in two of his classes, and he really wanted to end high school strong. Stiles insisted on helping, so that’s how they were spending Sunday night: Books open, flash cards out, pizza ordered at Stiles' house, where Scott couldn’t just hide in his room.
Scott felt like his eyes were going to fall out with all the quizzing. Stiles was moving slowly, didn’t rush him and was very encouraging when he got them wrong, but even so, Scott was having a hard time concentrating. Everytime Stiles got up from his seat, he would send out a fresh wave of his scent, which was just… enticing. Smells had been very weird for Scott since the enhanced senses kicked in. Deodorant and body sprays were all so overpowering and just smelled like chemicals. He knew Stiles' scent like the back of his hand, so this new smell had to be artificial, but it must be the best to smell this good.
“Where’d you get that body spray?” he asked.
Stiles froze. “Huh?”
“It smells really good. I haven’t been using them for a year on account of the nose.” Stiles cocked his head to the side and said nothing, his eyes glazing over after a while. “What?”
“Nothing! You’re just the first person to say they like it,” Stiles said, a brilliant smile sweeping across his face. “I’ll show it to you if you can get 90 of these right on the first go.”
Scott smirked. “You’re on.”
****
It was very late by the time they were done. The goal made him focus, but it couldn’t perform miracles. By the time Stiles was packing everything up, he felt calm and relaxed. He had nothing to worry about. He was feeling a little light headed though. He needed a good rest.
“We have to go upstairs.”
Stiles' voice cut through his head. “Wha?”
Stiles drummed his fingers over the door frame lazily. “You wanted to know where I got my body spray. I’ll show you upstairs.”
“Oh,” he said, “Okay.”
Scott hadn’t been up in Stiles' room for a while, and was surprised to see it was tidy and clean. Stiles sauntered over to his desk and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his lean back. Scott stared openly as his sinewy muscles moved when he rolled his shoulders. He looked over at him, as he dropped his shirt over the chair. “Well, close the door and get in here.”
Scott jerked to life and did as instructed. He joined Stiles by the desk but there was nothing on it. Scott looked up to ask what Stiles was playing at, but he got distracted by his eyes. They were particularly bright, making the amber dance for him. When did Stiles get so delectable? His lips looked especially plump.
“What is it, Scott?” Stiles asked softly.
“I-I-I uh, It’s just… ummmm?”
Stiles leaned forward, breath ghosting along Scott’s cheek, even that smelled amazing. “Would you like to kiss me?”
Oh yes. Now that Stiles said it, it was the only thing Scott wanted. He closed the distance between them, grabbing at Stiles' arms to pull him close. He knew he should keep it chaste and sweet, but he just couldn’t help it. He pressed forward, biting at Stiles' lips and worming his way inside with his tongue. Stiles reciprocated with abundant enthusiasm, pulling at Scott’s clothes like he didn’t understand how they worked. Something about it niggled at the back of Scott’s mind, but he could barely think about anything when he was so breathless with want. He let Stiles work at the buttons of his jeans, let him run his hands over his stomach and slide his shirt off to rub at his pecs.
Stiles pushed him down to the bed, and before he had time to even get up onto his elbows, Stiles started removing his pants. Scott watched every tantalizing movement as more beautiful skin was revealed. His cock jutted out, pointing directly at Scott, and it made him moan. His hands flexed, unsure of what to do. When Stiles was finally, amazingly naked, he threw himself back onto Scott, mouthing at his neck as fingers twisted in his hair.
“Heeeeeyyyy,” Stiles drawled. “Wanna feel something cool?”
Scott nodded frantically. Stiles took his hands and guided them down to his ass, then closer until his fingers were brushing against something soft.
Scott recoiled. “What the hell is that?”
Stiles grabbed him and pulled his hand back there, so that it was wrapped around this… tentacle. “It’s my new part, isn’t it awesome?”
Stiles wouldn’t let him move, so he flexed his grip around it, at first to examine, and then just to touch it. It bent around in his hands, like it was welcoming him. Why had he been pulling away again? Stiles kissed along his neck as he fell further into the comforting haze coming over him.
He whined when Stiles pulled away, but his eyes were bright with excitement. “It needs more,” he said, leaning back so that he was sitting firmly on Scott’s dick. Scott moaned in agreement, he didn’t know what ‘it’ was, but he knew he wanted it absolutely. They both shivered when the tentacle brushed against the underside of his cock. Stiles got distracted and grinded down, and Scott definitely wasn’t going to say anything.
“I want…” he panted, his mouth hanging open, “It wants to go in your mouth.”
“Yeah,” Scott breathed. Stiles dove down to lay on his stomach, his hips canted up. He finally got a good look at this thing. It hung limp, protruding from Stiles' ass, a beautiful green and the most delicious thing Scott had ever seen. He carefully maneuvered to kneel behind him. The tentacle was hollow, and he ran his tongue along the rim. As soon as he did, the scent, the essence seeped into him, and he couldn’t hold himself back as he pushed himself onto it, making it go as far as he could into his mouth.
Stiles moaned, pressing back to meet him. “Oh, fuck.” He let his hips fall so he could rut against the mattress, leaving Scott halfway off the bed. That was okay, it left Scott’s arms free to slide underneath Stiles' thighs, hands resting on his shivering sides. He brought one hand down to tangle in Scott’s hair, while the other rested under the pillow supporting his head. “That’s it, Scotty, don’t stop.”
Scott nodded, making the tentacle drag along the roof of his mouth. Why would he stop? There was this… sap now, coating his tongue and throat that slid right to his belly. He bobbed his head, getting more of that delicious friction, going further and further until his nose was buried in Stiles' crack. He tried to pull away to do it again, but he couldn’t. Despite the slick, the tentacle became stuck, filling all the space available, and instead of fighting, Scott relaxed into it, letting his cheek rest against Stiles' ass. The tentacle was thrusting anyway, why should he interfere? All he wanted was to make it happy.
Stiles, meanwhile, was getting more and more frantic, breath ragged and muscles spasming. Scott stared up at him, his beautiful bow lips constantly parted, eyes softly closed with bliss, like every consecutive moment was the best he’d ever experienced. It was causing a feedback loop, making Scott squirm as fire raced through all of him.
The tentacle stiffened, and Stiles' brilliant smile was the last thing Scott saw before his mind whited out with pleasure.
*********
Scott had wanted to come right away, but Stiles insisted that school was still important, even after the revelation they had last night. So Scott begrudgingly went to his classes, thankful that Stiles had helped him focus. He walked out of school satisfied with his work, and met Stiles at his jeep to drive them to the vet.
Dr. Deaton opened the back door of the clinic to them with a small frown, pressing his lips together at the sight of Stiles. “Now?” he asked incredulously.
Stiles shrugged pushing his way into the storage room. “If you would let me take it out of here, like we’ve asked, I wouldn’t have to bother you.”
“I would never deprive myself of this,” Dr. Deaton replied, a small smile playing along his lips.
“Of course not,” Stiles said, leaning over and laying his head on Dr. Deaton’s shoulder.
Scott watched the exchange through the haze again, accepting it immediately. Stiles talked to Deaton because they trusted him, and he didn’t need anymore explanation.
They both turned their attention to him, Stiles still pressed against the doctor. “Are you hungry, Scott?”
Scott’s insides leaped at the words, his new parts shivering and urging him forward, making his eyelids flutter as pleasure flooded through him. He wished he could revel in it, but he knew that there was something greater waiting for them, something that needed to fill him entirely.
“So hungry.”