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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Scott_McCall/Liam_Dunbar, Stiles_Stilinski/Liam_Dunbar, Scott_McCall/
      Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski/Liam_Dunbar, others
  Character:
      Scott_McCall, Liam_Dunbar, Stiles_Stilinski, others_mentioned_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome, heat_-_Freeform, Werewolves, Bisexuality, Rimming
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      Published: 2014-08-29 Updated: 2015-03-24 Chapters: 2/3 Words: 8438
****** Beta Heat (or Heat Series) ******
by Notsalony
Summary
     On the long ride home in episode 10 season 4, while Liam is on the
     back of Scott’s bike, something happens that drastically changes
     Liam’s life forever.
Notes
     I know what you’re going to say. ANOTHER NEW FIC WHEN MINE DIDN’T GET
     UPDATED?!? Well you have to understand how my brain works. It’s kind
     of like this huge buffer, I have to work out ideas as they come to
     me. Or they get lodged in there. This one came to me and it’s been
     keeping me from getting any other work done till it’s done. That’s
     also why it’s going to be a one off. And I know what you’re going to
     say… BUT YOU ALWAYS WRITE MULTI CHAPTER FICS!?!?! Not always I have a
     slue of fics I plan to port over from the other sites I used to
     frequent so that the whole collection is in one place at one time.
     And a great deal of them are one offs. I hope you enjoy.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Beta Heat *****
“I’m not like you…” Liam felt the words leave his mouth crushing his will to
live. Not wanting to seem less than in front of Scott, who’d been like a big
brother and a father to him since the bite that had saved his life. “I don’t
mean the speed or strength or control… I mean… I don’t know if I can risk my
life for other people… you’ve been doing this the whole time… haven’t you?” He
looked up, his eyes searching, begging Scott to understand.

“Yeah.” Scott said calmly, his hand touching Liam’s in an accepting manor.
“We’ve always tried. Some of us didn’t make it. But we week trying. Because
someone has to. Because someone has to keep trying to save all of us.” He gave
a small smile.

“I just don’t know if that’s in me…” Liam pulled back feeling small and alone
and worried and so consumed with self doubt that he didn’t realize his scent
had changed.

“At least let me take you home tonight okay?” Scott offered the helmet again
and Liam took it. Nodding with out looking up and following Scott out of the
house silently. “You know there’s nothing wrong with not wanting to go tonight
right?” Scott said after they sat down on the bike. Liam behind him biting his
lip. “I don’t think less of you. I get it. It’s scary and this is new, and it’s
a lot to ask from anyone. So I get it. And I understand.” He patted Liam’s
thigh before starting the bike and heading across town to Liam’s place.

They were a little over half way there when Liam gave a shout. Scott looked
back and saw the trank dart sticking out of his neck, felt Liam go slack
against him and brought the bike to a stop catching Liam and scanning the
street for any signs of an attack. But he wasn’t finding any. Who ever shot
this hadn’t stuck around. And with out a scent he couldn’t really track it. He
was thinking about running to see if he could catch a scent when he heard
Liam’s needy whimper and crouched down to look after his beta, finding him
sweating profusely shuddering and feeling like he was on fire.

“Hang on Liam.” Liam seemed too out of it to understand the words but Scott put
him on the bike in front and held him to him while he drove them towards
Deaton’s shop. Hopefully Deaton would be there to help. They were almost to
Deaton’s when Scott’s nostrils flared and his eyes turned crimson and he looked
down and the wriggling boy in his arms. He could smell the arousal pouring off
of Liam. Scott frowned. He knew that smell, the pungent kick of spice at the
end. He’d smelled it a lot when Isaac had lived with them. Liam was going into
heat. But it was too soon. He stopped his bike in the middle of the disserted
street and turned Liam around so he could look at his ass, and sure enough his
jeans were soaked through with slick, the smell of it leaking through and
hitting the air made Scott’s cock jump in his jeans.

Biting his lip he stroked a finger down Liam’s shapely ass and collected some
of the moist slick on his fingers, applying a little pressure against Liam’s
jeans eliciting a moan from the unconscious boy. Throwing caution to the wind,
Scott licked his slick fingers, and felt the swell of his cock keenly as his
jeans became too tight. He would need Deaton if this didn’t go away like
normal, but he knew enough about heats to know how to work a beta out of them.
Lord knows he’d helped Isaac and Jackson through theirs. And Derek had helped
him through his that one time with Boyd. Scott tightened his ass thinking about
the two of them inside him and looked around to make sure no one was watching.
He extended his claws and tore open Liam’s jeans, shredding the saturated boxer
briefs beneath and exposing his dripping hole to the open air.

Scott eased the zipper down on his tight jeans, pulling his swollen rod out of
his now moist boxers. He’d been dribbling precum like a faucet once the slick
hit the air. He aimed himself at Liam’s hole and slid in easily, the
unconscious boy welcoming the large invader as he gave little more then a needy
whine. He put his body flush against Liam’s warm ass and held himself deep and
full in the boy. Liam whimpered and moaned, his body flexing and gyrating with
pleasure to try to speed up the heady need for cum in him. He was barely
conscious, only making the barest whimpers and half heard pleas. Scott hoisted
him up and sat them both down on the bike, starting it up with a kick and
dividing his attention between fucking Liam on the bike and getting Liam home.
He would have been better off taking Liam back to his house, Scott had all the
supplies they’d need, and a few things to keep Liam on the bed. But Liam’s
house was closer and Scott needed to get Liam inside before he started waking
up after the first infusion of alpha cum. He pulled up outside Liam’s house to
find it dark and disserted. His parents must still be a work. Scott thought,
glad he wouldn’t have to explain why he was holding Liam to his crotch slowly
pumping in and out of his warm tight ass.

“It’ll be okay Liam, I’ll take care of you.” Scott bit his lip focusing on
carrying and rutting into the boy. “Just hang on…” Scott’s breathing got
labored as he made it into Liam’s house, got as far as the sofa and had to
pound into Liam like their live depended on it. He felt himself start to
transform in the middle the sheer power of his actions and dominating his beta
taking a toll on him and Scott all too soon felt himself creaming in the boy’s
slicked hole, emptying his stored up cum till the boy’s breathing evened out.
Liam started to come back to himself slowly, realizing at first that he’d cum
in his jeans so bad that he was sure he’d have to peal them off. He felt
embarrassment at that and then he felt the tight slick feel of something in his
ass and began to realize someone was inside him. As that realization dawned, he
looked up into Scott’s face and felt himself flush, he started to pull away but
couldn’t.

“Sorry about that. It’s a side effect…” Scott blushed, wincing as Liam tried to
pull away, unintentionally tugging on his knot.

“Side effect?” Liam asked slowly, his body felt too hot, why was he wearing
cloths? Why did he suddenly want to be naked and under Scott. He frowned.

“I’m not sure what the assassin’s dart was full of. I thought it was poison or
a trank round or something that was going to hurt you. Instead it put you out a
little bit and jump started your heat.”

“M-my heat?” Liam felt himself flush, and felt his ass slick up even more as
the movements caused Scott’s still hard cock to brush against his sensitive
prostate, his cock still ram rod hard in his cumming boxer briefs.

“Yeah. Werewolves… more often betas, have a heat. It’s when they know it’s
mating season. They… start needing to have sex to survive for the duration.”
Scott blushed. “And with out it they die.” He bit his lip. “If the werewolf has
a mate… or is seeing someone… their body adapts to be able to get what they
need from their mate or partner… but those unattached…” He indicated Liam. “Who
aren’t dating or mated or… yeah…” He sighed. “Their bodies change to allow them
to be… taken… easier.” He bit his lip.

“So… the dart made me go into heat… and since I’m a freshman, not dating
anyone, and was a virgin… it made me the bottom.” Liam swallowed, fear and
panic clear in his scent.

“Yeah. You were burning up and I was going to take you to Deaton's… but there’s
male werewolves there… and Bret’s there.. and…” He motioned to how he was still
balls deep in Liam.

“I wouldn’t want Brett to…” Liam blushed.

“I figured. So I brought you home so you could at least be some where familiar
while it was going on.” Scott said casually, trying to act like he wasn’t still
balls deep in the boy.

“And … this?” Liam asked tightening his ass on Scott’s knot.

“Most werewolves have a knot. It only swells with their mate or when their in
heat. You’re in heat and the pheromones kind of give me a mini heat to help me
keep you alive.”

“So… how long…?” Liam blushed.

“Not much loner.” Scott smiled. “You hungry? Thirsty?” Liam nodded, Scott
picked him up and carried him, still on his cock, to the kitchen and with some
pointing and help from Liam fixed them something to fill their other hungers.
By the time they got back to the front room to take in the slick coated couch
and the mess they’d made Scott’s knot went down enough for him to slip out of
Liam and he grabbed a towel for Liam to sit on. Liam blushed as he looked at
the long hard length of Scott’s cock, which he never put away the whole time he
was helping.

“I just can’t believe I took that whole thing.” Liam finally said.

“Eh, it’s not that bad. At least there’s only one of me.” Scott grinned.

“O-one?” Liam whimpered.

“My first heat… I had to have Derek and Boyd in me. I needed it bad. I don’t
think I spent very long with out one or both of them in me. In any way. And I
remember how bad the burning felt. How it was like you were going to die if you
didn’t get more. I loved Alison and I love Kira. But when you’re an unattached
werewolf and your heat hits. It doesn’t mater if you like boys or girls, you’re
going to want any cock you can up your ass and down your throat.” Liam blushed
and looked away. “Hadn’t realized you’d be wanting to give head too did you.”
Scott guessed.

“Did you?”

“Yep. Derek and I don’t talk about it. But I got really good at sucking cock.”
Scott smiled.

“How are you so okay with all this? We have assassins trying to kill us,
someone’s trying to pay them to kill us, and now I need guys to fuck me so I
can keep breathing…” Liam seemed to deflate a little.

“Because this I at least know how to handle. All I have to do is make sure
someone’s here to pound a load or five into you till you’re better.” Scott
shrugged.

“One problem at a time?”

“Yep. And take care of the one you know how to fix first.” Scott replied. “Now…
do you want me to take your cloths off here or do you want me to do it in your
bedroom because I can smell your cum drying and your boxers are going to get
uncomfortable soon.”

“Here works…” Liam blushed, looking away as Scott knelt in front of him and
took his cloths off slowly as not to break his already fragile ego at this
whole thing. It wasn’t till his hard cock sprang up and smacked Scott in the
chin that Liam felt really self conscious.

“Someone’s happy to see me.” Scott wrapped his hand around Liam’s swollen rod
and gave it a few light strokes before engulfing it in his throat. Liam’s jaw
fell open as he moaned, sitting there naked on a towel on the ruined sofa as he
was being blown by his alpha. He felt Scott’s fingers ease into his now
dripping ass and work against his prostate. He lost himself in the sensation
when a ring tone chimed and he wasn’t sure where he’d heard it before. He
whimpered loudly when Scott pulled off his cock to answer his cell.

“Yeah?” He asked still stroking Liam’s dick, giving it light kisses.

“Hey were are you, Kira said you haven’t come to the clinic yet?” Stiles’ voice
called from the phone, Liam’s wolf hearing going mad with the heat.

“I have to tend to Liam.” Scott grinned, making a loud slurping noise as he
gave a near deep throated suck of Liam’s cock, causing Liam to moan.

“Scott, why does that sound like dick sucking noises?” Stiles’ frown could be
heard in the phone.

“Because I’m sucking on Liam’s cock, my fingers are in his ass too.” Scott
grinned as Liam got this look of fear across his face.

“Why… wait it’s too soon for his heat isn’t it?” Stiles asked, catching on
quickly.

“Some hunter or assassin shot him with something, it triggered an instant full
blown heat. And I can’t leave him alone for long with out having to worry that
he’ll die.” Scott held the phone with his shoulder and ear as he jerked Liam
off slowly, leaning in to lap at the exposed head.

“How many loads you dumped into him so far?”

“Just the one. I knotted.”

“That’s good. Then we know from Isaac’s last time that you have a couple hours
before he goes into heat. If you can power pound a few more into him and maybe
get a couple others over there to keep it going, he’ll be able to go longer
with out.” Stiles replied casually, his mind clearly already on possibilities.

“I can get one load into him. Maybe two, but then I have to get going. Can you
swing by?” Liam whimpered, nearly cumming at the idea of Stiles fucking him.
He’d never even thought of Stiles like that, never seen him outside the locker
room undressed… and suddenly he was conjuring up fantasies about Stiles tying
him down and fucking him till he begged and he liked how he felt, he was
definitely never telling anyone about that ever.

“Yeah. We’re heading out to the lake house in a sec, but we can make a quick
stop off, I can drop a load in Liam to keep him alive, and then I’m going to
have to split. I say we call Danny and Mason in. I mean, Danny knows about the
whole werewolf thing, and he dated one who went into heat TWICE while they were
dating. So he knows how to handle it. And Mason… well he wants to keep Liam
alive even if he doesn’t know exactly how or why he’d be keeping Liam alive.”
Stiles rambled.

“Kind of like how I vaguely remember you letting me ride to Derek’s house on
your lap my first heat?” Scott grinned.

“Scotty, we agreed never to talk about what happens in your heats. I did not
like having to explain to Malia last time why I had bruises there from your
heat.” Stiles’ blush could almost be felt in his voice.

“Hey, at least she’s okay with the idea.”

“Yeah… if by okay you mean she wants to watch next time.” Stiles sighed.

“So your girlfriend likes it when guys top you, not the worst thing in the
world.”

“You shut up and get to fucking your beta.” Stiles hung up.

“He’s just embarrassed because he doesn’t have a heat to blame it on. And we
all know some of the things he did when he was possessed.” Scott said, hanging
up the phone before going back to giving Liam his first, but clearly a world
class, blow job. It wasn’t long before Scott’s hand was dripping with slick and
his throat was coated with Liam’s latest load. He carried the half out of it
boy up to his bedroom. Sniffing out his way to the bed and laying Liam down. He
tugged his own jeans and boxers off before sliding in balls deep into Liam with
a satisfying hiss as he began to fuck once more. He was not going to loose his
first beta to the heat. Not now, not ever. And double so now that the assassins
threatened his pack.

He plowed into Liam with wild abandon, happy to have the boy fully awake this
time, to hear him pant and beg and moan with wanton abandon as he was taken
with all the force Scott’s teenaged werewolf body could manage as he slammed
his fleshy prong into the oh so willing ass in front of him. Between the pair
of them it didn’t take long for Scott to empty himself into Liam and as he came
he felt his knot inflate once more. Scott howled with pleasure as he felt Liam
squeeze tight around it.

“Fuck…” He panted, out of breath after breeding his beta.

“I think that’s what you just did.” Stiles clapped from the open door,
startling them. Scott for his part just grinned and wasn’t very shy about his
or Liam’s nudity. Liam felt a little self conscious but really didn’t care.
“The others will be here in a bit to help out. Danny said he understood and
would bring snacks. Mason said he wasn’t sure exactly what kind of medical
emergency required bare back sex, but he wasn’t opposed to trying.” Stiles
smirked. “As for me. Well it’s been a whole week since I had anything but my
hand to get me off. So it’ll be nice to have a slick fucked werewolf hole to
wrap around my cock.” Stiles started undressing. The smell was less potent on
his human nose, but he knew the more they fucked him the more of the scent
would fill the air and affect him enough to turn him into a lust machine. He
also knew from experience that it’d probably make everyone in the house horny
tonight. As he toed out of his sneakers and let his jeans fall to the floor, he
consoled himself that he was at least helping other people to get laid. Malia
was out in the jeep waiting. When he’d explained that Scott wasn’t going to be
fucking him, he’d be fucking Liam; she’d lost interest in watching. But she did
say that she’d be well on her way to forgiving Stiles he she could watch him
bottom. So He’d agreed, he’d have to tell Scott he was topping sometime soon so
they could work out a plan.

He walked over, his hard cock leading the way, and looked Liam up and down.
Touching the bare skin he found as they waited for Scott’s knot to release him
from their carnal bond. Liam started moving into the touch and opened his mouth
to say something but Stiles’ quick movements soon brought a groan to his lips
as Stiles found his tight nipple, making love to it with his mouth as he
nibbled across the budding flesh.

“That’s doing nothing to lessen my knot.” Scott smirked

“Then maybe I should help with that…” Stiles walked behind Scott and crouched,
Scott was about to ask what he was going to do when all rational thought fled
from his mind as Stiles’ talented and versatile tongue wormed its way into his
own ass and began to lavish him with probing licks. His hips involuntarily
began to buck, slowly fucking Liam on his knot, making the fucked out little
were wolf pups’ eyes roll back into his head as he road the wave of pleasure
pain as it crisscrossed back and forth. By the time Scott’s third orgasm took
him his knot was relaxed enough to finally pull out of Liam’s battered hole.

Liam lay there, panting, his mind white washed with pleasure, the searing pain
of need at the very fringe of his mind. But he knew it’d be back. They’d told
him how bad it could get if he waited. So he motioned for Stiles to mount up
while Scott got dressed again.

“Hurry back, your beta needs a lot of Alpha cream.” Stiles quipped.

“You just keep your cock in him as much as you can; it’ll make up for it.”
Scott was using one of Liam’s socks to wipe his cock off.

“I’m glad you think I compare.” Stiles scoffed.

“Hey, you may not be as big as me, but you know how to use it. I remember what
it feels like to be ass up with your dick in me.” Scott said as he zipped up.

“And I’m sure Isaac can too.” Stiles smiled as he slid home into Liam’s waiting
hole. “As will you.” He stroked Liam’s bottom lip with his thumb before leaning
in to kiss the boy as he pounded into his shapely ass. Letting Scott run away
to deal with his drama at Deaton’s clinic. Stiles knew he had to hurry. He had
to get to the lake house. But he knew Liam would never last that long if he
didn’t leave a good load of cum in him to tide him over till Danny and Mason
could mount him later. “We’re going to have ourselves a real good time, aren’t
we Liam?” Stiles licked his lower lip and grinned as he pounded into Liam who
simply nodded.

“OH FUCK….” Liam whimpered as Stiles angled his hips.

“Yeah, you just remember that little move and how much you like it. Trust me.
It pays off.” Stiles grinned as he worked Liam over. “Gods, between the lot of
you wolves I’m going to be lucky if my balls don’t beg for mercy by the end of
the year.” Stiles kept on pumping.

“Thank you…” Liam moaned.

“You’re welcome pup. You’re welcome.” Stiles smiled as he slammed home again.
***** Alpha Heat *****
Chapter Summary
     This is set some time after Beta Heat, Scott’s gone back in heat and
     his pack is coming to their alpha’s need.
Chapter Notes
     Okay, when I started writing this I wasn’t planning on Beta Heat
     going on into Alpha Heat. But that happened, and now I’m working on
     plans for a third part to finish out the story. Feel free to follow
     me on twitter @Notsalony I have started posting about my novels and
     about my fan fics there. So you’ll be able to comment and ask
     questions and see what’s coming up. And you can do the same at my
     tumblr http://notsalony.tumblr.com/
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Scott was on his fourth cold shower of the morning. He absently wondered if
there was a limit to cold water in the water heater, till he realized what he
was thinking and shook his head. He picked up his phone and dialed Stiles.

“What?” Derek’s voice came across the phone.

“Uh,” Scott checked his phone, he had dialed Stiles. “Why are you answering
Stiles’ phone?” Derek’s breathing could be heard before he shoved Stiles and
gruffly handed the phone to him.

“Scott, it’s… four in the morning… what’s up?” Stiles’ voice thick with sleep
seemed to come slow across the phone.

“Besides you spending the night at Derek’s?” Scott grinned, before images of
the pair of them fucking like horny bunnies had him rising to the occasion
again. “Shit…” He panted.

“Uh… Scott?” Stiles sat up in bed, the rustling sound indicating he was waking
Derek back up.

“My heat is on. I think I need a bit of pack love…” Scott panted.

“You started dripping yet?” Stiles was clearly moving, so Scott put his hand on
his hole and brought it back covered in slick.

“Yeah. More then a little.” His voice breathy and confused, it seemed to be
heating up in the room more then he thought it should.

“Turn on the ac on full blast and slide your vibrator in place. I’ll have some
of the pack there in the next half hour.” Stiles hung up, leaving a naked Scott
to pad out into his room and slide the large vibrator he’d invested in for
times the pack couldn’t get there in time, to service himself. He’d bought one
for each of the pack. Just in case. Better safe then sorry. But fuck, their
faces when they’d opened their presents to find brand new shiny dildos for them
all had been a sight. Scott looked over at his full length mirror and groaned,
his eyes red and his fangs extending as he lay down on the bed and tried not to
dwell on any one thing too long. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been laying there
beating off when there was a knock at his bed room door. A look at the door let
his instincts know it was someone from the pack. He shouted come in as he
rolled over and presented his bare ass to who ever it was.

“I was the closest.” Liam blushed as he stood behind Scott, the smell of his
alpha in heat turning him on.

“Get naked and mount me Liam. I need it bad…” Scott’s voice sounding broken and
wanton as he lay there in position to be taken hard and fast.

“Okay…” Liam blushed harder, undoing his cloths, leaving them in a pile at the
foot of the bed before with drawling the large squirming toy from Scott’s hole
before sliding home into the sick passage himself. He bottomed out in one swift
movement, making Scott begin a litany of begging and moaning under him. He was
glad Stiles had called Melissa and she’d been sitting outside to let who ever
showed up first in and then she was going to go sleep in the break room till
her shift started at the hospital. She handled Scott going into heat a lot
better then his parents had.

He’d been in the middle of Danny and Mason taking him, Danny balls deep in his
tight ass and Mason getting a sloppy blow job when his dad had rushed in to
find out what the noise was. When he’d seen his son being taken so brutally
hard, he’d flipped out and threatened to call the cops on the two boys who were
clearly using his son. They’d had to call Scott in as well as Stiles’ dad to
make Liam’s parents understand about werewolves, hunters, the assassins, the
dead pool, and what a heat was. They’d kept Liam by them the whole time and
watched as he seemed to burn up faster and faster as they talked. He’d tried to
quit breathing on them and when his father couldn’t figure out what was wrong
he asked Scott what would fix it, and he said they only knew of the one way. To
stat the need and cool the burning fire was to have lots and lots of sex till
the heat ended. So with his parents blessing they’d called Deaton in after a
few bouts of sex and he told them that the heat, artificial as it was, would
only abate when the constant fucking of their son had burned out the drugs from
his system. But then advised them that it wouldn’t be his only heat that year,
the drugs had induced an artificial heat, but Liam would still have a very real
natural heat all his own in time. And it’d probably be stronger because of the
drugs he’d been given now.

That hadn’t gone over lightly. But they could see the difference between their
son after a few sessions and when he went too long with out them. It took
nearly a week but eventually his heat stopped and he was afraid everyone would
treat him differently, having had him and made him cum. But the first day back
to school he’d gotten a big hug from everyone and told that they understood
what it was like to be on that side of the heat. And that they would never talk
about it outside of pack meetings or private talks if he didn’t want to. They’d
treated him like he belonged with them and that feeling of utter acceptance had
helped him come to terms with being a wolf. Granted, Danny being bitten, and
Isaac returning as well as Derek’s heat had given him some practice at being on
the giving end. Stiles had given him some links to some very… unorthodox porn
pages that had taught him a lot about how to top and bottom.

“You never know if the one in heat is going to need to top or bottom, so it’s
always best to be prepared to do both.” He’d said. Explaining he’d topped and
bottomed for every one of the wolves in their heats. And when Liam’s time came
he’d probably do both for him. Liam had went, “but you’re human, you don’t have
any slick…” to which Stiles, information dump that he was, had explained about
lubes and the various ones he’d tried till he found one that worked perfectly
with werewolves in heat. It apparently paid off, or so the other wolves had
said, Liam hadn’t had his second heat yet but the way Scott’s ass was gripping
his shaft like it was begging him to cum bucket loads in the warm hole, he
wasn’t sure if he could hold off.

“Fuck Liam…” Scott’s voice broken and dripping with lust made Liam thrust
harder, his hips bucking harder and harder. Liam felt his eyes go amber as he
bottomed out in Scott, his knot swelling and locking them in place as he
throbbed against his alpha’s prostate. They were still locked together when
Derek and Stiles came in. Both had opted to take their cloths off before coming
in the room, or came over naked knowing Stiles. But Derek walked up and nuzzled
Liam before reaching between the tied pair and stroking Liam’s knot.

“FFFFuuuuuuuuucccckkkkkk….” Liam trembled, his sensitive knot quivering at
Derek’s touch.

“Looks like someone’s been making a mess down here.” Stiles said as he laid a
towel under Scott and then ducked in to suckle on his best friend’s cock. He
wasn’t a stranger to wolf cock in his throat anymore. Hell he’d been kind of
dating Derek for the last week before anyone in the pack noticed via Scott’s
call this morning. They’d kind of decided not to be showy and let things settle
in before they told anyone; really they both knew they were waiting to see how
long it took one of the others in their close circle to notice. Stiles grinned
around Scott’s swollen knob, thinking about how he’d done this for Derek before
they’d went to bed for the night, Stiles the little spoon to Derek’s very big
fork…

“Gods… Stiles….” Scott whimpered. “Get your dick up here; I need something in
my mouth…” Scott was flushed and starting to warm up again.

“Sure thing buddy.” Stiles shifted under Scott so they were 69ing as Liam tried
to let his knot go down enough to exit Scott for a little while. Derek applied
some of Scott’s slick to his and Stiles’ fingers and before Liam knew what was
hitting him he had four very probing fingers covered in his alpha’s slick, in
his tight hole. Squirming he moaned and started fucking hard into Scott’s used
ass again. But it didn’t take long for Derek or Stiles to notice the amount of
slick coming out of Liam’s hole was much greater then what they’d put in. Derek
sniffed along Liam’s jaw line, his eyes turning electric blue as he looked into
Liam’s golden eyes.

“Looks like the pup went into heat.” Derek growled, nibbling on Liam’s collar
bone and throat as he moved behind him, Liam jumped slightly, the feel of it
distracting him from when his knot deflated, allowing him to decouple from
Scott. Derek grinned, walking Liam back to Scott’s dresser, and lifting Liam’s
bare ass up so he was sitting cock high for Derek to sink himself into.

“Stiles… need… YES!” Scott whimpered as Stiles started finger fucking his
buddy’s ass, reaching blindly for the vibrator he could hear above his head, he
picked it up and began working it into Scott, working the alpha’s enflamed
prostate over as he milked the throbbing cock in his silky throat. It wasn’t
very long before Stiles was turned around and his ass was riding his best
friend’s lengthy rod. And that’s how they were all situated when Isaac and Bret
showed up.

“I told you we’d have a place for you.” Isaac smiled as he started undressing
Bret. “And you were worried there wouldn’t be need for you.” Isaac grinned,
getting down on his knees and undressing the teen that’d moved here to be
closer to his new pack after the assassins had wiped out most of his pack.
Isaac smiled up at Bret as he undid the teen’s jeans, tugging them and his
boxers down and giving his swollen cock a swift kiss before leading him by his
dick to Scott’s dripping hole. “Tend to your alpha first.” He lined Bret’s cock
up to Scott’s hole and slid him home into the tight warm wet embrace and let
nature take its course, watching in fascination as Bret’s hips began to slam
back and forth in and out of Scott’s hole.

Isaac couldn’t help but think back to the first time he met Bret. He’d just
come home from living abroad and wanted to see if it was okay if he stayed with
Scott when he’d walked into Scott’s room to find him naked balls deep in a
naked teen who had the debauched look of someone who’d been fucked out of their
mind. But the smell of slick hit Isaac’s nose quickly and he realized the
werewolf under Scott was in need of another load, Scott moved away as soon as
his knot was down and let Isaac come up to bat. He’d been balls deep fucking
the new wolf, his hips snapping hard to keep up a brutal pace on the kid when
the kid had come to and started begging for it. Isaac hadn’t been able to stop
himself from fucking that boy hard and fast till he came. It wasn’t till after
he’d pulled out and Stiles had come in to help give the wolves some time to
recover that Isaac had noticed the other naked teen that was sleeping in the
corner, having fucked and fucked again and again till he’d needed a nap. Scott
had introduced both of them to him while they stat there catching up watching
Stiles’ ass pump back and forth in Bret’s tight hole.

Since then Isaac had made it his life’s goal to be in Bret’s pants as often as
he could. It’d started out small after Bret’s heat. First he’d noticed that
Bret sat away from their group, isolating himself at lunch and in classes.
Isaac hadn’t cared for that so he’d told Scott what he was planning and got his
blessing before he started sitting with Bret at lunch. Bret was taken aback
when Isaac just sat with him. But when he went to ask Isaac why he was doing
it, Isaac’s nimble fingers were down his pants and playing with his hardening
cock right there in the lunchroom.

“Can’t I just like giving hand jobs to cute boys in public places?” He’d said
as he slowly jerked Bret off with one hand and ate with the other. On and on
Isaac’s hand went till Bret had to stifle the noise he was making as he came in
his jeans. Bret had made a hasty retreat to the locker room to change and clean
up, he’d been so focused in on cleaning the mess in his boxers that he hadn’t
noticed Isaac was even there till his two lubed fingers found Bret’s very
surprised hole and slid in against his prostate. Working him over with those
two sinfully skillful fingers, Isaac reached around and openly jerked Bret off
into his locker in the locker room. Bret barely had time to grab a hold of the
locker before he his claws were shredding the metal as he came, coating his
locker’s inside with a healthy dose of teen wolf cum.

“I….” Bret floundered for something to say, his voice breathy and panting as
Isaac kept his fingers right where they were.

“And just wait till I get my cock back in there.” Isaac smirked, kissing Bret
on the base of the neck before slowly sliding his fingers out. And wait Bret
did, but nothing more came that day. Or the next. Almost a week later Isaac
hadn’t done anything to him, and he was starting to think Isaac had lost
interest in him, he’d even gone out of his way to avoid him at home. Since
Bret’s family had been killed in the extermination of his pack by the assassins
he’d moved to Beacon Hills and taken up residence with his new alpha. So it
wasn’t like he wasn’t accessible to Isaac, literally being down the hall from
him, constantly smelling him, and hearing him jack off at night. Bret was going
out of his mind with desire by the time he was in the locker room after
practice taking a cold shower.

“Careful, don’t want to freeze off any important parts.” Isaac put his hand on
his shoulder.

“Like you’d care.” Bret huffed.

“Oh I care. I care a lot. I just happen to like being wanted.” He pushed Bret
against the wall and started kissing him. His hands roaming all over the teen’s
lithe body, Isaac soon had his fingers worked into Bret and after a short time
had him lifted up and sank down on his cock before holding him in the air and
fucking him against the shower room. Some where in the middle of that the rest
of the team had gotten the hint that they were being treated to a loud,
aggressive, wanton display of sexual need between their team mates. Half of
them stuck around to watch, mostly the wolves among them, but the rest drifted
away to give the couple some privacy, even if they’d chosen a very unprivate
place to make love. When Isaac was done, two orgasms later for himself and
three for Bret, he helped a shaky Bret to his feet and the others had clapped
and congratulated them before drifting off themselves.

Of course Melissa had to be told that they were now a couple. When the boys had
moved in she’d made it clear that she was having a family dinner once a week to
keep apprised of what was going on in their lives, to check on grades, and the
supernatural flare ups. But she’d also informed them that she wanted to know
when people where in and out of their heats so she could stock up. They’d told
her that they were together and she’d hugged them close and told them they were
keeping their separate rooms, but if they wanted to have sex she didn’t mind.
So long as they were quiet about it when she was there. The rest of the time,
so long as they cleaned up after, have at it. Bret had blushed for a solid hour
after that while Isaac just smirked and sat through the safe sex talk from
Melissa. She knew it wasn’t really an issue, wolves being immune to most std’s
and all, but she wanted them to be careful and not push themselves. Of course
she’d asked Scott later how that effected their going into heat and she’d
gotten to hear the “wolves and mates” speech he’d been working on for all the
new wolves. Things had ultimately worked out and when Isaac went into heat they
shared him with the entire pack. Bret still felt like he was intruding at
times, but Isaac went out of his way to make him understand that he was welcome
here.

And as he was now fucking into Scott as Isaac’s skilled fingers worked his
sensitive prostate over as he gave his alpha a pounding, Stiles was sitting
there getting a frenzied blow job from Scott when Danny and Mason walked in.
They had been together for a few days now. Danny had been dying in the hospital
after a horde of flesh eating monsters had come to town, and one had bitten
him. It hadn’t turned him like a werewolf bite; it had instead started breaking
down his body from the inside out. His organs had been shutting down and they
realized the coma he’d slipped into wasn’t going to end. Mason had been with
him every single day and watched him die a little bit more each day. He’d asked
Scott to give Danny the bite to save him and he’d consented. It had been touch
and go for a long time, the damage to his body had been extensive, but
ultimately he woke up a werewolf and in the months following he’d started a
slow courtship of Mason, holding back at times because he felt like a monster.

Mason helped him see he wasn’t a wild beast, any where except between his
insanely smooth sheets. Mason had expressed a desire to take the bite but Danny
talked him into waiting. He wanted as much time as he could get with his
boyfriend before the bite, just in case things went sideways. And they made
plans that during the summer between school sessions that Scott would give
Mason the bite and they’d be able to help him through the first few months with
out the added distraction of classes. Danny was enjoying being with someone as
versatile as he was, who knew when to push and when to submit. Mason was
feeling more and more accepted into the growing pack by the day. And was
looking forward to Danny’s first heat later this year. He’d made plans to go
away with Danny to Danny’s family’s cabin with the whole pack so they could sex
his werewolf boyfriend into a blissful oblivion.

Derek finished in Liam who’s heat had been unexpected, and soon Mason was
taking his place, sliding his long thick cock into his best friend’s ass as
Danny slid his own hard wolf meat into the boy’s willing throat. Derek was
giving Liam a lazy hand job while he looked around the room to see how everyone
was doing. Happy that his pack was doing well together under Scott’s guidance,
he paused in his stroking of Liam’s hard member when he heard his phone go off
telling him he had a text message. Moving over to his jeans he fished out his
phone and read from the doctors that his uncle, while in a coma from being
exposed to his cell mate, had gone into heat. They wanted to know what to do
with him. He had a brief thought about letting Peter die needy and alone lost
in his own mind, but he knew better then to let himself go down that dark road,
plus there was every chance the wolf had other back up plans to come back if he
died again. So he texted back telling them to strap him down and let the
inmates have conjugal visits and when they needed their rest, there were always
sex toys they could use if the staff weren’t using him too.

He was smirking a little bit into his phone till he realized it was gone from
his hand. Stiles was holding it going through the text and what he’d sent. He
raised an eyebrow and looked at Derek.

“What?” Derek huffed.

“Don’t what me.” Stiles walked over, his spit shined cock flopping as he
walked. “You know perfectly well what.” He leaned up on his toes and kissed
Derek. “Good boys get blow jobs.” He sank to his knees and wrapped his lips
around the thick firm man hood that Derek had been applying to other holes of
his earlier in the night before they’d passed out and Scott woke them up with
the call. They’d had a long talk a while back when they’d gotten together that
Stiles was going to help train Derek to be a better person. Every time he did
something nice and socially acceptable or that Stiles thought was a good
personality move, he got a blow job. Didn’t matter where they were, or what
they were doing. If Derek impressed Stiles with a choice, he got a blow job. At
the start he’d figured Stiles was bluffing. But blowing his load into Stile’s
mouth in a Star Buck’s coffee line after paying for a cup of coffee for a lady
who didn’t have enough money for it, Derek started to realize Stiles had no
shame; which had led to him, rather indiscreetly wanting to test Stiles’ limits
on where he would and wouldn’t give a blow job, and had taught Derek that he
could get blown in a lot of interesting places.

His favorite by far has been the one when he’d brought blankets and thermoses
full of hot coco for their extended family that weren’t on the Lacrosse team
for one of the colder games. Stiles, who wasn’t playing at the time, came over
to the stands and pulled Derek’s cock out of his jeans and blew him right
there, while he was sitting next to Stiles’ father. Derek had blushed and tried
desperately not to say anything or comment on how great it felt while the
Sheriff looked at him with a very protective parental look while he was stuffed
down his son’s throat. Hell it’d been worth it even when the coach walked up to
ask Stiles what he thought he was doing. To which he’d answered, well you
weren’t using me in the game so I’m giving my thoughtful boyfriend a reward for
being thoughtful. The coach’s jaw had dropped and he’d asked the Sheriff if he
was okay with this, he’d simply said no one’s ever been able to tell Stiles no
and get him not to do something he wanted to do, so Derek was the victim in all
this. The coach had been lost in that and walked away muttering to himself
about horny teenagers. Derek had blown in Stiles’ throat shortly there after,
and then been tucked back into his jeans.

But while that was the reward for thoughtful behavior, the punishment for
thoughtless behavior was equal and exacting. Derek wasn’t a naked in public
kind of person. It was embarrassing and sharing something he felt deeply
personal about with the world. So Stiles had told him when he acted
thoughtlessly or negatively he was going to punish him by making him do
something humiliating in public. The first time he’d been kind of rude to
someone and growled at someone working at the library, Stiles had taken him
outside, to a semi secluded spot and made him strip. Once naked, Stiles had
supplied him with lube and told him to finger himself while masturbating. Derek
had flushed horribly but done it, knowing a refusal would make Stiles think up
a much more public punishment. But as the oddly warm lube worked its way in his
ass by his own fingers and along his hard cock he realized that it was a home
made lubricant. And as his body flushed with heat and his cock seemed to get
harder he realized it was something magical.

Stiles explained then that it was a wolfsbane lubricant he’d invented using a
type of wolfsbane that acted like extra strength Viagra on werewolves. Three
very loud orgasms later Derek was still jerking off when someone walked by and
Stiles invited them to watch because his boyfriend was an exhibitionist. Just
before Derek could cum the random stranger helped by squeezing Derek’s big
balls, causing the hormonal wolf to coat his chest in cum, the stranger for his
part thanked them for the show and walked away. Derek couldn’t seem to keep his
hands to himself and was quickly jerking off again. Stiles stopped him and
lubed up the other part of Derek’s humiliation. He produced a silicon and
mountain ash vibrator he’d made and lubed it up with the wolfsbane lube before
moving it about and finding Derek’s hyper sensitive prostate. The wolf damn
near howled in pleasure at that and Stiles told him it was time to go for a
walk. He handed back Derek’s jeans and told him he didn’t need his shirt or his
underwear for this walk. Derek pulled on his jeans and tried to adjust his rock
solid cock so that it was less noticeable but Stiles came over and maneuvered
Derek’s hard on so that it tented his pants out obscenely. They’d walked for a
while, Derek’s cum soaked chest on display and when people would stop to ask
him about it or the loud buzzing noise coming out of his ass, Stiles would make
him pull his jeans down to his knees and show them his hard cock and large
vibrator.

Stiles even went so far as to fuck him with the vibrator in front of one guy
till Derek came all over the side walk, before helping him redress and walking
him back home. Afterwards he fucked Derek till the lube wore off and he was
feeling truly sated. Derek didn’t fuck up again for a LONG time and when he
lost his temper the next time he found himself in the same situation, but
instead of his own jeans he was given a pair of thread bare basketball shorts
that were nearly transparent on him, and a size or two too small. Resulting in
and even larger and more obscene bulge in the front of the shorts, but the
worst part for Derek was when it started raining and the shorts became fully
transparent and beyond skin tight. Derek had been on his best behavior since,
fearing where Stiles’ twisted mind would go next. But in his own way he was
starting to like the punishments as much as the rewards.

Mason finished in Liam’s ass at some point allowing Danny to enter him from
behind, Stiles went over and started giving the hazy young pup a blow job while
his ass was getting fucked hard. Derek shook his head and walked over with a
grin as he saw Isaac and Bret had changed places as well. He pulled Scott off
Bret’s dick and got under Scott lubing his own hole up and reaching back to
guide Scott’s swollen prick into his ass and hearing the resulting moan from
Scott, Derek settled in sucking on Bret’s balls as Scott went back to
swallowing Bret’s cock.

The pack slowly devolved into a group expression of love and support for the
two whose heats were happening at the same time. Sometime much later they began
to wake up. Stiles draped over Isaac, Bret cuddled up between Liam and Derek,
Danny and Scott spooning with Scott wrapped around Mason. They basked in the
closeness of being together, before they finally began to disentangle.
Breakfast was first on the menu, and then day two of heat fucking.
Chapter End Notes
     Don’t you just love a happy ending?
     Chapter 3 will be called Collage Heat, set after they're in collage.
     -smiles- Stay tuned, it'll probably be coming up in a week or so, to
     finish this series off.
End Notes
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     completed works for your reading consumption till I can get some
     actual new chapters out.
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