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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Scott_McCall_(Teen_Wolf), Stiles_Stilinski, Alan_Deaton, Danny_Mahealani
  Additional Tags:
      Emissary_Stiles_Stilinski, Ritual_Sex, Outdoor_Sex, Nemeton, Anal_Sex,
      First_Time
  Series:
      Part 1 of Feeding_the_Nemeton
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-18 Words: 5173
****** Pent Up Energy ******
by TamerOfPickles
Summary
     Deaton tells Scott and Stiles that the Nemeton still threatens Beacon
     Hills. There is one ritual that can stop the threat, but he isn't
     sure if they will like it.
Notes
     Takes place after the end of 3A.
See the end of the work for more notes
Deaton leaned over the metal surgical table. He had asked Scott and Stiles to
meet him tonight in his clinic. Alone. The pair exchanged worried glances.
Stiles was the first to break. “So, I take it you didn’t call us down here to
show off a box of fluffy puppies.”
Scott frowned at the acknowledgement of the inauspicious circumstances as well
as the loss of the hypothetical puppies. Deaton forced a weak laugh. “No,
unfortunately, I have more bad news.”
Scott’s frown deepened. “As bad as a Darach and a pack of alphas trying to kill
us?”
“Not as long as we act soon. The Nemeton still has a lot of built up energy.
Left on its own it will start to leak out, corrupting the town and attracting
nasty things here.”
“How do we stop it?”
“Do we burn what’s left of it?”
“No, Stiles!” Deaton recoiled in horror at the suggestion. “That would release
all of the energy at once. The energy is leaking out because it doesn’t have an
owner. When the Darach died, the energy she had built up through her human
sacrifices but hadn’t used began to diffuse outward. Another druid needs to
take control of the energy.”
Scott nodded. “So what do you need us to do to help you take control of the
Nemeton?”
Deaton frowned. “I can’t." Deaton paused to decide whether to be more truthful.
He relented. “Rather, I won't. The only way to take ownership of the Nemeton is
to feed it a sacrifice. For me to do it, we would have to kill someone.”
Stiles had enough with Deaton’s nonsense. “So we have to stop the Nemeton from
making everything horrible, except that we can’t do that because that would
require us to murder someone? Why are we here if we can’t do anything?”
Deaton sighed. “I can’t do anything, but the two of you can.”
Scott cocked his head to the side. “You want us to murder someone so that you
don’t have to?”
“No! There is more than one type of sacrifice that can work. Death sacrifice is
merely the quickest and most universally accessible. There are others. Just as
the forces of destruction can release energy, so can the forces of creation.
It’s slower, but built up over time, the effect can be just as powerful.”
Stiles had an inkling of what Deaton might be referring to, but he didn’t want
to be the one to say it. “Forces of creation?” Stiles asked tentatively.
For the first time in their lives, Scott and Stiles saw Deaton flustered. “Sex.
Along with the ancient tradition of human sacrifices, there is a lesser known
tradition of using ritual sex to gather power.”
Stiles, who had heard of these practices before, nodded slightly. Scott’s eyes
were wide with the surprise of the idea. “So why can’t you do it?”
Stiles nodded more strongly in agreement with Scott. “Why can’t you find some
willing woman, or man, and take control of the Nemeton.”
Deaton frowned, “I would if I could, but this nemeton is intrinsically linked
to the bond between werewolves and their emissary. Only a pack alpha and their
emissary can do this ritual.”
Scott was incredulous. “You want to have sex with me?”
Deaton sighed. “An emissary is linked to a pack for life. I was the Hale
emissary, so I cannot be yours, and because there is no longer a Hale alpha, I
cannot perform the ritual.”
Scott was confused. “Then who?”
Stiles, who had been uncharacteristically quiet for the past few moments,
whispered, “Me. He wants me to be your emissary and do the ritual with you.”
Scott looked at his friend in shock before turning back to Deaton for
confirmation. Deaton nodded. Scott and Stiles both blushed. “Stiles is the only
person that both has the potential to be your emissary and is trustworthy
enough to trust with this responsibility.”
Scott furrowed his brow as he searched for potential flaws in the plan. “Does
gay sex count as a force of creation even if it can’t conceive a baby?”
“All sex freely given retains its life-giving nature even when it does not or
cannot result in conception.”
“Okay, but what if I can’t, you know, perform? He’s my best friend.” Scott felt
equally embarrassed at the thought that he couldn’t perform with Stiles and
that he could.
“Werewolves in general and alphas in particular have far greater control over
their physiology. This includes the sexual response. It doesn’t change the
werewolf’s sexual orientation, but it does allow the werewolf to have sex even
in situations that they don’t find arousing.”
There was a longer pause as Scott tried to think of another objection for
Deaton. When he couldn’t, he turned to Stiles. “Do you want to do this?”
Stiles was once again quiet. After a few minutes of thought, he replied, “If we
can protect the town from even worse things from happening, we should. It’s
only sex.” He finally cracked a smirk again. “Besides, it will take care of our
problem of future virgin-killing Darachs coming after me.”
Scott smiled, although it could not wipe the concern off his face. With whether
they would do this settled, Scott once again turned to Deaton. “How do we do it
then?”
                                     ****
It was fairly straight forward: put a ring of mountain ash around the tree to
hold in the magical energy during the ritual, light a circle of candles to
enhance both the magic and the arousal, and fuck. Deaton cautioned against
practicing because it would be more powerful if it included both the loss of
Stiles’s virginity and the creation of bond between emissary and alpha.
As Deaton gathered the supplies that they would need, new questions came to
Scott. “Did you ever do this with Derek’s mom?”
Deaton paused in surprise at the question before deciding to be
uncharacteristically forthright. “Yes. Both to cement my bond to their pack and
to build up energy to support the pack. When Laura became the alpha after the
fire, we performed the ritual a few times, but a handful of survivors don’t
have the same needs as a full pack that acts as a center of werewolf society in
the region. I never did it with Derek. Don’t tell him or anyone else about
this. It is a delicate matter between alphas and emissaries that leads to
complications when disclosed to the rest of the pack.”
During the silence that followed, Deaton wondered if he had shared too much,
Scott was adjusting to the realization that his boss and mentor would have sex,
and Stiles was distracted the image of Derek and Deaton together.
Stiles was the first to recover. “If we were to do this, what exactly would it
involve.”
Deaton walked through the ritual. The bare necessities were pretty
straightforward. Stiles needed to make a ring of mountain ash around the
Nemeton to hold the magic inside. Scott needed to penetrate (Deaton’s word)
Stiles while Stiles lay upon the tree. They both had to intend to form an
alpha-emissary bond. Finally, Stiles would complete the ritual by breaking the
circle and receiving the power of the Nemeton. However, there were a lot of
things that they could do to either make the ritual either more powerful or
just more practical. The ritual could occur at any time, but the new moon was
best both because it symbolized new beginnings and because Scott would be most
in control of his emotions at this time. Deaton gave them a box of assorted
candles. Some would bring their minds more in tune with the flows of magic
while others were purely aphrodisiacs intended to relax and arouse. They could
lay a blanket over the stump, but natural fabrics were best. It was best to
remove all of their clothes and leave them outside the circle before the ritual
began.
Finally, Deaton added a bottle of oil to the box. “Use this as a lubricant. It
is a special mixture of oils used by druids to both ease any pain and add
pleasure.”
Stiles picked up the bottle and examined it. “Won’t oil cause the condom to
break?”
Deaton chuckled. “Werewolves are immune to normal diseases. Besides, the
barrier would reduce the magic.” Deaton waited to see if they had any other
questions. “I’ll let you go home and talk about this on your own. What you do
is your choice.”
                                     ****
Scott grabbed the box and followed Stiles out to his jeep in silence. After he
had put the box in the back and got inside, Scott looked at Stiles to see how
he was doing. Stiles gazed into the distance in front of him as he gently bit
his lower lip. He clearly didn’t want to look at Scott as he pondered the
night’s events. Scott reached out and placed his hand on Stiles’s shoulder,
which caused him to jump in his seat. Scott started to pull back, but Stiles
grabbed it and placed it back on his shoulder as he finally faced Scott. He was
scared of something.
Scott squeezed his shoulder. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.
We’ve already gone through so much in the past year and taken on heavier
burdens than anyone our age should. If this is too much, just say so. We’ll
find another way to deal with it.”
Stiles had tears in his eyes. “It’s not that.” His voice was heavy with
sadness, but Scott couldn’t guess why. “It’s not that I don’t want to do this.
It’s that I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Well, not magic tree sex,
exactly.” Stiles forced a laugh. Scott gave Stiles his full attention as he
waited for Stiles to say what he now knew was coming next. “I’ve thought about
sex, with you, a lot.”
Scott moved his hand down to Stiles’s back and gave it comforting strokes. “I
appreciate you telling me this.” He paused to choose what to say carefully. It
was important to him to do this right. “It’s going to be okay.”
“It’s not going to make things weird between us? I was worried about that, but
I didn’t feel right going through this without telling you.”
Scott shook his head. “It won’t be weird. It will be different, but it will be
a better different if you can be more yourself.”
Stiles leaned back into his seat and sighed with relief. “Thanks, Scott.”
Scott pulled out his most charming smile. “No problem.”
They sat together in silence as they recovered from the intensity of Stiles’s
revelation. Finally Scott asked, “So you’ve fantasized about me?”
“Not just you. Danny, Derek,” he paused to roll his eyes, “Jackson. Even the
fucking alpha twins. At the same time. I have an active imagination. Girls,
too. I wasn’t lying about them. I just like dick, too.” Stiles paused before
repeating himself slowly as if carefully considering the taste of each word.
“I. Like. Dick. I’ve never said that out loud.”
Scott gave Stiles a cocky grin and grabbed his pants. “I guess I’ll see how
much you like dick in a few days.”
Stiles rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t keep himself from laughing. “So you
don’t have any problems with doing this?”
Scott shrugged. “I wasn’t expecting it, but on the list of things I’ve had to
do to save this town, sex is probably going to be the most pleasant. I was
mostly concerned about how you would feel about it. I promise I’ll make that
night special.”
This made Stiles smile. “I’m sure you say that to all Deaton’s clients.”
Scott was confused for a moment before remembering the joke he had made a few
weeks ago. “I’m sorry about that. If I had known that you would have been into
it, I would snuck you off to the nearest hidden corner of the school and
protected your ass right then and there.”
“Protected my ass? Is that what you call it? It’s fine. You didn’t know, and it
turned out okay.” There was another pause. Stiles broke it with a yawn. “I
guess we get home and get some sleep. We’ll need our energy.”
On the ride to Scott’s house, they discussed logistics. Tomorrow night, they
would gather the supplies on their respective lists and do research on their
respective roles. The next night, they would go home after school to clean up
and get changed before heading into the woods together.
                                     ****
The next day was difficult for Stiles. For the first time in his life, he had
explicit plans to have sex with someone. He couldn’t help imagining what it
would be like every few minutes. Somehow, he managed to avoid popping an
erection when it would be awkward. Normally, he would snag a bathroom pass and
rub one out in one of the many private places he knew, but Deaton had
recommended that they save their sexual energy. His dick was at least two wanks
behind, and he felt it. By the next night, he would be stupid horny.
It also didn’t help that his plans involved Scott, who was with him for most of
the day. Seeing Scott lead to undressing Scott in his head, and Stiles had seen
Scott naked so many times that it wasn’t hard to picture what was underneath.
He had long ago learned how to keep himself from fantasizing about his best
friend with the exception of when jerking off. What happened in the privacy of
his bedroom, or his bathroom, or countless other bathrooms, or that storage
room on the third floor of the high school, or a myriad of other reckless
locations was his own business. Moving Scott from sexual impossibility to
sexual certainty had broken down all of his defenses. The worst was cross
country practice. Scott was just ahead of him for most of the run, which gave
him a great view but a bouncy boner that he hoped was disguised by the movement
of his shorts to all except the practiced eye. Of course, Danny had noticed it
along with his quick glances at Scott and his moments of pointedly not looking
at Scott. Danny was nice enough to do nothing more than give Stiles a wink to
let him know that he knew.
Meanwhile, Scott was mostly oblivious this Stiles’s discomfort. Having sex with
Stiles had seemed like no big deal when Deaton had suggested it the night
before. They hadn’t done that before, but they long ago lost any need for
privacy or sense of awkwardness between them. When Scott had complained about
how hard it was to manipulate his fly with one hand in a cast when he needed to
pee, Stiles had offered to help, and having his friend reach into his boxers to
help him take out and later store his penis seemed completely normal. On school
trips when they shared a hotel room, Scott had quickly realized how frustrated
Stiles got if he didn’t maintain his masturbation routine and told Stiles to
just whip it out if he needed to. Scott would join him if he felt particularly
horny, and they treated it like brushing their teeth.
Given their history, Scott hadn’t been too concerned about the sexual act
itself. Sure sticking your dick up your friend’s butt was a bit different than
jacking off in the same motel room, but he had been sure that they would adapt.
Bypassing boundaries when others would get hung up was a defining feature of
their friendship. He had also began to suspect that being a werewolf had
enhance his cock in the same way as his muscles and senses before Deaton had
confirmed it, so he hadn’t been that worried about being able to perform. He
had been a little concerned that Stiles would find the idea of being fucked too
much to handle, but Scott was sure that he would have been be willing to take
one for the team if their roles had been reversed.
Stiles’s revelation had knocked Scott off balance. Stiles hadn’t hidden his
attraction to Lydia and some of the other girls of their class, so Scott had
never considered watching for something beneath the surface. Now, fucking
Stiles wasn’t just two friends doing what they needed to do, at least not for
Stiles. Rather than a chore, it could be something that he desired in itself,
something that could make Stiles want something that Scott wasn’t sure that he
could give him, something that could create a previously inconceivable rift
between them. Stiles had assured him that he would be okay, but Scott knew
Stiles well enough to know that he would pretend to be fine if he felt that
others were depending on him. Scott loved that selflessness, but it made him
constantly worry that someday something would be too much for him and break
him.
                                     ****
Stiles pulled up to Scott's house and sat in his jeep. On a normal night, he
might have went in to wait for Scott, but he was in no shape to face Melissa
McCall. His hands would have been shaking if he weren't grasping the steering
wheel, and, worse, his dick was visible against the fabric of his sweat pants.
They had agreed that they should wear the minimum amount of clothing. For
Stiles, that was dark blue sweats, a gray t-shirt, and some old running shoes.
No socks. No underwear.
As Scott carefully closed the front door to his house, Stiles noted that he was
wearing a form fitting red tank top and black athletic shorts. Stiles let
himself try to see if he could see anything swinging as Scott ran to the jeep,
but there wasn't enough light to see anything with his human senses. Scott
tossed his bag in the back and climbed inside.
“Nice shirt. It matches your eyes.” Stiles forced a smile to try to cover his
nervousness, but when Scott gave him a genuine smile and a flash of red in his
eyes in return, Stiles didn’t need to force it anymore. At least until Scott
sniffed softly and glanced quickly downward. Stiles blushed at how easily Scott
could see his arousal. “I guess we should get going,” he said as he reached for
the key to start the engine.
Scott caught his hand. “It’s cool. I’d be sad if you weren’t excited. Besides.”
He guided Stiles’s hand toward his lap. “You’re not the only one.”
Stiles pressed his hand onto Scott’s shorts until his fingers slid around
Scott’s cock. A careful squeeze revealed that there was some extra blood in
there. Part of Stiles reminded himself that Scott could control this, but
Stiles decided that it was enough that Scott wanted him to think he was turning
him on. He gave another squeeze and found more resistance, but the sudden
awareness that he was parked in front of Scott’s house brought his hand back to
the key. As they sped away, he noted, “The sooner we get there, the sooner I
get those shorts off.”
Scott had been controlling his arousal. He had wanted to make Stiles as
comfortable as possible. They had enough to stress about tonight. There was no
need to add any unnecessary anxieties. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure how he felt.
The downside of being able to master your erections is that he no longer had
the most obvious barometer of his sexual arousal. He had been forcing it down
all day, but he couldn’t tell whether it was because of the prospect of sex
with Stiles, just the prospect of sex, the horniess of not being able to touch
himself, or just ordinary yet inexplicable erections of a teenage guy.
Stiles pulled onto a side road. It was poorly maintained and farther from the
Nemeton than some other options, but they had long ago figured out that it was
the best place to hide the jeep when they wanted to explore the woods without
the Sheriff or his deputies stumbling upon them. They grabbed their bags and
flashlights and began their hike into the darkness. They walked in silence,
which they both noted uncomfortably but couldn't bring themselves to change.
They both needed to sort through how they felt about this and prepare
themselves.
When the trail narrowed, Stiles took the lead. Scott found himself looking down
at the outline of Stiles's butt every time his flashlight passed over him.
Scott decided that it was an objectively nice butt, and the way the sweatpants
hung over it showed off just enough to encourage someone to imagine what was
underneath. He decided that he was going to enjoy fucking that ass itself
rather than just the orgasm it could bring.
After about an hour, they arrived at the Nemeton clearing. Stiles, who was
still in the lead, dropped his bag and began stripping before Scott had a
chance to catch up. Scott was surprised but still managed to take a look at
what Stiles was revealing. His shirt came off first revealing a frame that
Scott insisted on calling lean whenever Stiles called himself scrawny. The
shoes came off easily, but the pants hid a surprise. As Stiles leaned over two
pull his sweats down, he exposed his butt to Scott, who was shocked to see a
purple circle covering the hole.
“Stiles, did you put something up your butt?"
The question caught Stiles off guard and caused him to trip over his pants as
he tried to step out of them. After he landed on his hands and knees, he
reached back to touch the circle. “How did you think it got in there?"
“But why?"
“I thought that it would be a good idea to stretch myself out ahead of time. I
checked with Deaton, and he said that butt plugs see fine as long as we leave
it with our stuff."
Scott could see the logic, but part of him was disappointed. He had been
practicing opening his own hole in the shower the past two days and wanted to
show Stiles that he cared about ensuring his comfort. Instead of mentioning
this, he just helped Stiles back up and began undressing himself.
Stiles grabbed the ritual supplies and headed for the tree. “I'll get
everything into position. You can light the candles as I make the circle." By
the time Scott was out of his clothes and had found the matches, Stiles had
already laid down the blanket and surrounded it with the candles Deaton had
given them. As Scott lit the candles, he heard a pop as Stiles removed the plug
and placed it next to his clothes before he began to walk in a close circle
around the tree. Scott could tell when he finished by the slight tingling
sensation and the wolf part of him warning him that he was trapped.
Scott turned toward Stiles and sat down in the blanket. He was amused by the
way Stiles's dick bobbed around as he walked toward him, but he knew better
than to laugh. Stiles had enough to deal with tonight. When Stiles sat down
next to him, Scott placed his arm around his shoulders and asked, “How are you
feeling? Do you still want to do this?"
Stiles shrugged against his arm. “I'm okay. It something I wouldn't have
hesitated to do in other circumstances. It's just a little weirder than I
expected." Stiles paused as he considered his words. “That should be our town's
motto: Beacon Hills, just a little weirder than you expected."
Scott laughed at the joke. “Good. Just tell me if you change your mind. Or if
anything hurts or is uncomfortable.  And tell me what you like. Just because we
are doing this for a certain purpose doesn't mean that you can't enjoy it."
Stiles appreciated how much Scott cared about him. He could trust him to do
what he could to protect him from anything, even his own tendency to put on a
brave face. “Fine, but you should try to take your own advice and enjoy
yourself too."
With that Stiles poured some of the oil onto his hands and grabbed Scott's
cock. Scott leaned back to give Stiles better access. “The oil tingles.” The
distraction caused him to lose control of his dick, but fortunately it was
perfectly capable of responding on its own. “I don't have any trouble enjoying
this. You should be a pro."
Stiles paused. “I should give guys handjobs for money?"
Scott blushed and started stammering. “No, I mean, it just feels really good,
and your handjobs are worthy of a lot of money but you can just jerk yourself
off, oh, and me, and, um, future boyfriends. Well, you can jerk off whoever you
want to." At this point, he noticed Stiles had lost his feigned serious
composure and was snickering as he added some more oil to compensate to the
increased area.
Scott grabbed Stiles's hand and stopped his stroke. “It's your turn to get
slicked up. What position do you want?"
Stiles rolled onto his back and squirmed for a bit before flipping over onto
his hands and knees. He dropped down and back up a few times. “This will work."
“Doggy style? Is this a werewolf joke?"
“No. I just don't want to have you pounding my back into the uneven stump." He
wagged his butt toward Scott. “It does seem fitting."
Scott rolled his eyes as he put some oil on his finger. He placed one hand on
Stiles's back to stop his wiggling and pressed a finger against his hole. It
slid inside with little resistance. Stiles perked up. “It does tingle. In a
good way.”
He added some more oil to his fingers and pushed them inside. “Perhaps, your
butt plug wasn't a bad idea." Stiles tried to say something, but Scott's
probing fingers had found his prostate.
When Scott was satisfied with Stiles’s ability to take his cock, he grabbed it
and just barely touched Stiles. “Ready?”
“Get your magic dick inside me,” Stiles commanded over his shoulder.
Once given permission, Scott did not hesitate to slowly but steadily push into
Stiles. Stiles had put things inside himself before, but this was different.
Scott's dick was pouring heat inside of him, and his body began to tingle. He
wasn't sure how much of this was Deaton's magic lube and how much of it was not
having to imagine that Scott was the one fucking him. Scott had one hand on
Stiles's back that was taking some of Stiles's pain away. It wasn't so much
that he might hurt himself without realizing it, but it did allow Scott to know
when Stiles needed him to slow down or add more lube.
When Scott hips hit Stiles's butt, he leaned forward and asked, “How are you
feeling?"
Stiles was forcing himself to breathe deeply. “Full. But good." He tentatively
shifted his butt back and forth and squeezed his insides against Scott's cock.
“I think it shouldn't be too bad as long as we start slow and I remember to
breathe."
“Ready?" Stiles nodded, and Scott began to pull out slowly. Scott tried to keep
focused on making Stiles comfortable, but he couldn't help noting how warm and
tight Stiles was and how good that felt. As he pushed back in, Stiles gasped.
Scott stopped. He hadn't felt any pain from Stiles. “You okay?"
“Yes. Good gasp. Don't stop." He began to push himself onto Scott. Taking this
as a sign that Stiles was adapting well, Scott resumed his push and began to
increase his speed more aggressively.
It was then that they discovered that Stiles had a dirty mouth during sex, much
to both of their surprise. “Oh Scott. Fuck me. Right there. You like fucking
me. You love my tight hole. And I love your cock. It's so big. A massive dick
that fills me up. That's the spot. Fuck me there. Oh yeah. Who's the alpha?
Come on, Scott. Who's the alpha?"
“I am," Scott grunted.
“Louder!"
“I am! I'M THE ALPHA!" Scott yelled. His eyes burned red as he barely held the
transformation back. Scott grabbed Stiles and pulled him up against him.
Knowing that he couldn't last much longer, he reached around and took a hold of
Stiles's dick.
“Careful, Scott. I'm close." Scott discovered that Stiles was leaking with
pleasure and used it to make him slick enough for a rough handjob. Stiles was
overcome with the sensations and rolled his head back against Scott's shoulder.
Scott nibbled on Stiles's ear, careful not to break skin, while pumping
vigorously. As Stiles warned, it didn't take him long to come, leaving a trail
down from his chest down to a pool forming in Scott's hand. Meanwhile, Scott's
cock flooded Stiles's ass.
As he came, Scott felt another, less tangible part of him flowing into Stiles
and something of Stiles coming into him. They stayed together through the last
of their muscle spasms before lying down onto the blanket.
Once they had caught their breaths, Stiles turned to face Scott. “Well that's
done. It wasn't too bad. Hopefully, we won't let things get too awk-"
Scott cut Stiles off by rolling forward and kissing him. Stiles's eyes went
wide with shock before he relaxed and began kissing Scott back. When they
finally pulled apart, Stiles looked up at Scott and asked, “What was that?"
Scott started to play with Stiles's hair. “I wanted to kiss you, and I thought
you would like it."
Stiles traced his hand along Scott's torso. “I did like it. Is this the magic?"
Scott pulled himself up and looked directly at Stiles. “No! Well, I think that
is part of it, but I wanted to do that before. Ever since you confessed that
you were attracted to me, I began thinking about kissing you and touching you
and falling asleep with you in my arms and about how much I would like that."
Stiles smiled. “I think I can arrange that." He pulled Scott back to him, and
they began making out again. They continued until Stiles slipped back down. He
was fighting to keep his eyes open.
“Am I boring you?"
Stiles gave a weak laugh. “You wore me out."
Scott stood up and pulled Stiles up with him. “Then you better break the circle
before I'm trapped inside here all night." Stiles managed to stay awake long
enough to break the mountain ash circle and even put away the items they had
set on the Nemeton. However, when Scott finished setting up the tent, he found
Stiles curled up on the blanket. Scott kissed Stiles gently on the forehead
before picking him up blanket and all. He laid him in the sleeping bags that he
had zipped together. He crawled in with Stiles, wrapped his arms around him,
and fell asleep thinking about how he had everything he wanted.
 
 
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