Theo had really got under Scott’s skin, now that he had Stiles back and they were mending bridges to get the friendship back to what they once had. Make Theo even more determine to take Stiles away from him. The hybrid had at one point knocked Stiles just so he could make a point to Scott that even if Stiles was with the true alpha he couldn’t protect him because he is human and he was right. Scott thought about how many times Stiles was hurt and how many alphas that have tried to turn Stiles and it scared Scott and it scared Scott’s wolf. The wolf inside of him was telling him to fix this problem.
He left his home and started to walk to Stiles house, he need to think about what he was going to do. …We can’t have Theo taking him away…he wolf told him and Scott wound when his wolf started to have a voice in his head …Stiles belongs to us… They can agree to that but Scott felt that his wolf was meaning something different. He stopped and looked up at the house of his best friend feeling like he was going to doom their already half fix friendship. “I hope you can forgive me.” He whispered as he walked to the house and to the open bedroom window.
He found Stiles bed room was empty but he could hear the shower was running he walked out the bed room and headed to the bathroom. The sounds of the shower stopped as he crept slowly to the slightly open door and then just stood there frozen watching as Stiles tried himself off. It’s not like he hadn’t seen Stiles naked before in the locker rooms he has seen his fair share of his best friends flesh but something changed he was eye the way the water droplets rolled down the other teen’s back and it was the first time he notices the slight curve in the other’s hips and it suddenly make the true alpha uncomfortable. Stiles warped a towel around his waist just as the water droplet made its journey over the bow of Stiles bum…fuck…both boy and wolf thought.
Stiles turned around and jumped seeing Scott in the door away “Fuck sake Scott I am going to get you a bloody bell!” Stiles chuckled as he turned back to the mirror before open the sink cabinet up and pulled out a bandage and a small jar of something that looked sickly green.
“Sorry.” Scott mumbled “Is that from Deaton?” He asked frowning at the half used jar, Stiles hummed at him and looked at him thought the mirror as he applied it to the cuts on his body.
“Yeah, it’s really good it stop infection from cuts, he gave me his jar when…when me and Malia were dating.” Scott remember the scratches on his back by the amorous coyote.” He told him. Stiles frowned see the look on Scott’s face and put the cream down “Scott what’s wrong?”
Scott looked at him conflicted eyes before he walked into the room “I need to give you the bite!” Stiles looked at him with wide eyes and frowned as the wolf eyes turned red before him
“What are you talking about?” Stiles asked, it hadn’t been long since he and Scott made up but there was still some bitterness in Stiles that Scott would believe Theo. But a week later and a narrow miss from the Beast and from Theo this request from Scott was now testing Stiles last nerve. Stiles had to do a double take as he looked at the wolf in his bath room.
Stiles had snorted and walked passed in and into his bed room the towel still riding low around his hips which was not helping as the wolf in Scott was now growling happily at the half naked teen. “Stiles please let me bite you!” Scott begged as he followed him
“No.” Stiles told him with a chuckle …if this is Scott’s idea of a joke it’s not funny… Stile thought “Scott I like to think that you of all people understand that I don’t want the bite.” He told him
“I know but I can’t lose you to Theo!” He cried out, Stiles spun around almost losing his footing as he looked at the alpha and snorted
“You won’t lose me to that whack job.” He told him as he moved around the room wanting to get dressed he did not realising that Scott had already made his mind up. He walked up to Stiles and spun him around and looked at him and holds him firmly knowing he is bruises the other teen’s arms. “Scott you’re hurting me!” Stiles growled at him as he tried to free himself
“Stiles I can’t protect you if you’re human, you are getting hurt more and more.” Stiles looked at him wide eyed his body was trembling as he saw his best friend turn wolfy in front of him.
“S…Scott.” He was scared because he knows that the bite could kill him and after he spent all this time trying to stay alive the last thing he wants is the bite. Scott pulled whisky eyed teen closer and looked down at the pale skin, frowning at how much Stiles reeked of fear and he was shaking.
“Please forgive me.” He whispered as he lowered his head to Stiles slender shoulder.
“Don’t…I don’t want the bite.” Stiles pleaded with as he fought against him as he thought if there was any way he could stop the alpha from biting him. “Please don’t do this.”
Tears were burning his eyes as he felt them roll down his cheeks as Scott’s hot breath rolled cross his shoulder. “Scott please.” He cried as he felt the tip of the fangs press into his flesh and then the shape pain sting as the fangs broke his skin. “SCOTT!” He cried out as he felt the claws of the alpha dig into his arms as the fangs slip deeper into his skin until hitting the bone. Scott remembered Deaton telling him that people are more likely to live though the bite if the fangs touch the bones almost braking it and that is what he was doing.
Stiles let out a chocking sob as he sagged into Scott’s arms as he cried, Scott picked him up and carried him to the bed and sat down holding him close as they laid on the bed together. Stiles wanted to kick and punch Scott but the wolf held him close and tried to comfort him “I’m sorry Stiles.” He whispered as he licked the bite on Stiles shoulder making him hiss in pain “It’s will be okay.” The wolf told him softly.
“Why?” Stiles whimpered as he felt the alpha’s hands rest on his hips
“There is one thing me and my wolf agree with is you staying with our pack, staying with me.” Scott tells him as he watched more tears fall from Stiles face
“I didn’t want it.” He whispered
“I’m sorry.” Scott told him as he held him, he didn’t care that Stiles was only wearing a towel or that his wolf wanted to paw at him and lick him.
For the rest of the night he spent wake looking after Stiles watching as the teen fell into an uneasy sleep in his arms while he leached the pain away from him. He tried to think why was the pull to turn Stiles was so strong, up until now the only urge was to protect Stiles but something has changed or had been changing since the whole thing with the demon fox. He knew in the back of his mind what the change was about but his wolf making the choice for him and not agreeing with the choice he had picked.
When Scott woke up he found the space next to him empty he looked at the bed space for a long time seeing blood on the bed sheets and the taste of blood in his mouth made him sit up right with wide eyes as he scanned the room. Panic flooded his body as he jumped off the bed and went looking for Stiles, what if he got up and left when he feel a sleep what if the bite didn’t take all these what if’s were Plaguing his thoughts as he searched the whole top floor of Stiles home calling out his name in panic while arguing with his wolf “Why did I bite him!” He cursed himself as he checked the bath room. He found blood in the sink and a bloody towel in the hamper bin…he belongs to us and not that fake wolf…his wolf told him “He could be dying!” Scott growled as he caught sight of his reflection and saw a wolf looking back at him, it made him jump in fear as he looked back and saw his normal reflection …I’m losing it… he thought …No you’re not and he is not dying can’t you smell him… The wolf purred, it worried him that was losing control over the wolf what would that mean for him or those around him “Your need to stop.” Scott whispered as he made his away down stairs. …We need him. You would have bitten him one day why not do it when his life isn’t hanging by a thread?… came the growling thoughts.
“Stiles!” Scott called out, once he stood at the bottom of the stairs sniffing the air smelling fresh coffee and Stiles. He turned and walked towards the kitchen almost run in there to find the other teen pouring two cups of coffee “Stiles are you okay?” He asked as former human looked up at him. “Why didn’t you answer me why I called you?” He asked as he saw the heated look in Stiles eyes.
“Am I okay?” Stiles said and then hummed as he leaned against the counter, pushing a cup of coffee towards Scott. “I don’t know if I am okay Scott. My best friend bites me after I plead with him not to and you want to know if I’m okay?” He asked, as he sips his drink looking at the alpha
“Oh god Stiles I am sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you I couldn’t stop myself.” He said “I think I’m losing it I can hear my wolf talk in my head and I think I saw him in the mirror.” He told as the teen frowned
“Hold on when did this become about you? You attacked me in my bed room when I was only wearing a towel. You spent good part of the night rubbing your hands over my backside!” Stiles snarled. Scott took a step back and looked at him with fearful eyes as Stiles eyes turned a rich golden amber. It wasn’t like any beta eyes he has ever seen before these were different …perfect… the wolf purred in his head
“I…I don’t remember doing that.” He whispered “I swear on my life I didn’t know I was doing that!”
Stiles looked at him for a long moment as he sipped his coffee he could see Scott was trembling and looking like he was going to puke as he held himself up right “Life your shirt up.” Stiles said, the dark haired teen frowned but did as he was told showing the large bandage on his stomach. Stiles placed his cup down on the counter and walked over to him letting his hand trace the outline of the bandage as Scott looked at Stiles face.
“H…How are you feeling?” Scott asked, Stiles looked at him and ripped the bandage off in one go making Scott wince and hiss
“Fucking fantastic, you?” He told him as he looked down at the healed wound “Well there you are?” the teen said as he looked back up at the alpha “All better.” He growled “Now drink your coffee before it gets cold, you’re taking me to Deaton’s.” He growled again as he went back to his drink
“How mad are you?” Scott asked as he looked down at his healed stomach
“Remember when I punched you at the hospital?” Stiles asked, Scott nodded and swallowed a lump in his throat “Yeah more than that.”