The Bite (Sterek/Stackson/Steter)(boyxboy)

Chapter 6

Dylan Sprouse as Caleb

Stiles was asleep.

His room was dark, so dark that you almost missed the silhouette in the corner.

It had become a habit for Jackson, watching over Stiles when he was asleep. Since he couldn't go near him during the day he had started sneaking through his window.

He just had this urge to be near him, to protect him. Of course that was probably because he was his mate. His. Not Derek's or Peter's but his.

He would have to share though. No matter how much he wished Stiles was only his, he wasn't.

Jackson would only sit in the shadows of Stiles room, he hadn't worked up the nerve to get closer yet. All he wanted to do was lay with him.

Jackson left at sunrise.

Stiles was not happy to be up. It was 6:00 am, 6:00 AM, in the morning.

Mark had made him get up extra early this morning to check out the new offices that they were using for their law firm. It was important that Stiles established that he was in control.

It was a power thing, really. Ever since becoming a werewolf, he had to be in charge and establish his dominance.

Stiles was standing outside his new office location. It was a big cement building, a mini skyscraper really. With floor to ceiling windows and wood floors. It was perfect.

His office was on the top floor, along with his best employees. As he stepped out of the elevator there was a tiny twink there who he did not hire.

"Hello, Stiles. Im your new assistant." The man(he looked more like a teenager) said.

Stiles scowled down at him.
"Never call me by my first name. Mr. Stilinski only."

The blonde just beamed at him with a flirty smile. He ran his hand down Stiles arm.

"Whatever you say, sir."

Stiles growled in the back of his throat and marched past him.
"Get to your fucking desk."
His office door slammed behind him.

Mark was at the local cafe. Stiles wanted coffee and Mark knew better than to try to make him have tea. Stiles was brutal in the mornings without his fix.

Mark was waiting in line and growing rather impatient when the bell rang, indicating someone had entered the cafe. It was Peter, Derek and Jackson.

Peter nudged Derek, "Look who's here." He pointed at Mark.

Derek growled lowly.
"I don't like him."
Peter and Jackson rolled their eyes at him.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like him." Jackson said. "He's here, its the perfect time to talk to him about Stiles."
Jackson swiftly walked up to Mark and tapped him on the back.

"Hey!" Jackson beamed at Mark and held a hand out to him. "I'm Jackson."

Mark shook his hand quizzically and gave him a weird look.
"Hey.. I'm Mark."

Jackson continued to make conversation with him while Peter and Derek got a table for them.

They had established that Mark was one of Stiles work partners. Once discovering that he wasn't a threat they got along quite well.
Mark ended up joining them at their table.

Stiles was not having a good day.

He lost the papers for his newest case and his coffee machine wasn't working in his office. He hadn't had any coffee all morning and Mark still hadn't shown up.

His dark brown oak desk was covered in papers. Even spinning in his black spiny chair wasn't enough to make him happy.

It was then that someone knocked on his door.

"Come in." Stiles yelled without looking up from his newest case he was working on.

It was his new assistant, Caleb. As Stiles was busy looking at his new case, Caleb quickly locked his office door and silently made his way behind Stiles.

Stiles looked up when he felt someone kissing his neck, their hands on his chest.

He quickly stood up and spun around.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" He growled at his assistant.

Caleb looked at him from under his lashes.
"Whatever you want me to do, sir."
He seductively winked at his boss.

Stiles was not impresses, at all.
"I am married." He snarled and showed Caleb his ring.

Caleb just scoffed.
"Im sure your husband wont mind. Probably a whore anyway. Why waste your time on him when you can have me." He purred.

Stiles yelled in furry.
"Get the hell out. You're fired."
Caleb quickly scrambled out of the room, throwing the door shut behind him.
Everyone in the office heard the commotion coming from Stiles office.
Mary, one of Stiles top employees power walked up to Caleb.

"What did you do?" She screeched at him.
Loud slams, crashes and yells were heard from Stiles' office.

Caleb was choking on his sobs.
"I just- I thought he wanted me! He kept giving me these looks and- and."

Mary glared at him harshly.
"Please tell me you did not mention his husband."

Caleb winced and looked away.

"Get out! Get out! SOMEONE CALL MARK!" Mary screeched.

Mark was still at the cafe when his phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Mark!" Mary said. "Stiles is having an episode!"

Mark swore into his phone.
"Ill be right there. Make sure no one goes near him."

Mark quickly gathered up his stuff.
"Whats going on?" Peter asked.

"Look, I have a problem at the office. You can come or not, I don't really care. I need to go now."

They quickly scrambled from their chairs and followed Mark to his car.

By the time Mark got to the office everything was in chaos.
All the employees were gathered in the receptionist area, wincing every time another bang was heard.

Mark power walked past them all, yelling orders as he went.
"Everyone get out! Peter, Derek, Jackson stay here!"

Stiles office was a mess. His desk flipped over, all the filling cabinets dented. He had destroyed everything.

Stiles stood in the middle of the room pacing and grabbing at his hair.
"Im sorry, Cody. Im sorry. Get out, Get out!"
Mark quickly wrapped his arms around him.
"Come on Stiles. Just breathe. He isn't here, He isn't here."

Stiles sobbed into Marks chest as he lowered them into a sitting position on the floor.
"Its all my fault." He mumbled over and over.

Mark grabbed Stiles face and made him look at him.
"Its okay Stiles. Im here, Im here."

Peter, Derek and Jackson didn't understand what was happening.
With their werewolf hearing they could hear what Stiles and Mark were saying in his office.
They just couldn't put the pieces together.

What was Stiles fault? Why was he like this?

Is this why his eyes were blue?