The Bite

On the night before his first day of Sophomore year, Scott is dragged out into the woods by his best friend to look for a dead body. There, something attacks him. Immediately, his senses are jumbled and he barely manages to make his way home. Stiles, his best friend, is waiting for him in his room. They make a few connections and their suspicions are heading in the right direction when Scott's new emotions get the best of him. Namely, one specific emotion called lust.

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Scott pulled back and looked Stiles in the eye. It took all of his willpower not to follow his best friend's throat as he gulped. "Mine."

Stiles didn't quite understand what was happening, but he loved his best friend and would do anything to help him. He didn't exactly have a PhD in lycanthropy, but Scott was clearly experiencing something supernatural. Stiles would do what he could.

Even when Scott himself didn't know what was going on, he trusted Stiles to help him. "I'm yours. All yours, Scott."