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Stiles looked at the scattered candles, rare herbs, and ancient book he’d ‘acquired’ from the special and formerly locked cabinet in Deaton’s animal clinic. Something had definitely happened, but he had no idea exactly what. He focused on how he felt for a moment and only came up with horny, so that wasn't any different from usual.
He was going to have to try to put this stuff back. He’d remembered to take a photo of the cabinet's contents this time, so that wouldn’t be too hard, at least he hoped it wouldn’t be. It was after he’d gathered everything up and picked up his keys off the windowsill that something finally felt strange. They were hot, but didn't burn him or anything. He shrugged it off as them just soaking in the heat from the sunlight, but couldn't remember that ever happening before.
He stopped for a moment when he caught his reflection. He looked good today. His hair was messy in the right way and his jeans seemed to hug his ass nicely. He undid the top couple of buttons on his shirt to show a bit more of his chest and liked how when he twisted or turned a bit it lifted just enough to show some of his midriff. He eventually tore his attention away before he rushed out to his jeep to get going.
Stiles tossed his backpack into the passenger seat and hopped in, plunging the key into the ignition and giving it a good turn. Rosco started up right away, something that didn't happen too often these days. Now that he thought about it, there wasn't even a sputter and the engine was basically purring.
“See, you're doing just fine.”
Stiles grinned as he pulled out of his driveway. It almost seemed as if the engine revved a little louder when he sped off down the street. It looked like he was going to make it back to the animal clinic in record time.
He was cruising along thinking about what book he might ‘borrow’ next when he saw red and blue lights flashing behind him. He furrowed his brow as he pulled over to the side of the road wondering what the hell that was about. When it was Parrish that stepped out of the deputy cruiser he was kind of relieved. Stiles rolled down his window and waited for Parrish to approach.
“Do you know why I pulled you over, Stiles?”
“You were bored and wanted to chat?”
Parrish rolled his eyes, “You were going over ninety miles per hour.”
Stiles scoffed, “Uh, no. Roscoe's lucky to get over fifty-five these days.”
“Stiles, my speed gun says otherwise.” Parrish lifted the display to show a ninety-two.
“Ok, have you considered that maybe it's broken?”
Parrish sighed, “Step out of the vehicle.”
“Sure, yeah. Whatever.” Stiles shut Roscoe off and tried to pull the key out of the ignition, but it wouldn't budge, “Sorry, my key's just-”
“Just step out of the vehicle so we can get this over with.”
Stiles shrugged as he abandoned his attempts to remove the key. He opened his door and climbed out of Roscoe.
“I still think you should check if it's broken. There's no way Roscoe here hit ninety-two miles per hour.”
“Yeah, well, if it's broken I'll cancel the ticket you're about to get.” Parrish wrote in his pad a bit before continuing, “You and I both know you're going to have to do a sobriety test because of the speed. ”
“Fine, whatever.”
PET THE DOG
“Huh?” Stiles asked.
“What?” Parrish looked up for a second.
“Didn't you just say something?”
“No.” Parrish gave him a concerned look before writing another note.
PET. THE. DOG.
Stiles looked around wildly trying to find the source of the voice and the supposed dog he was supposed to pet. It felt like it was coming from inside him and for a moment he was worried the nogitsune was back, but it didn't feel the same. The nogitsune was cold and twisted, this voice was... hot and hungry. And on top of that, there was no dog anywhere around them.
PET
THE
DOG
Stiles realized he felt hungry too, but he didn't want food. He tilted his head as he looked at Parrish. He could sense the hellhound inside the deputy, something he'd never been able to do before. Oh. Hell hound .
“Stiles, what are you-” Parrish protested as Stiles reached for his cheek.
The moment Stiles' fingers made contact with Parrish's skin things changed. The heat coursed through him as the deputy's skin flushed under his touch. Parrish's eyes flared and locked with Stiles'.
GOOD, HE WANTS US
What do you mean, he wants us? Who's us? Stiles thought, What is going on?
YOU ASKED FOR THIS
Pretty sure I didn't ask for anything-
Stiles' response was cut off by Parrish stepping forward and burying his nose in Stiles' neck. It felt good. Satisfying even. His lips parted and he let out a small moan as the deputy started kissing and sucking at his skin. Everywhere Parrish touched flared with heat and the hunger inside Stiles was building rapidly.
DELICIOUS
Stiles was enjoying things too much to respond now. He could hear the sound of Parrish unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning the pants of his uniform and then unzipping them. He started to wonder what was happening, but Parrish's lips moved to his and he didn't care anymore. He was lost in the make out session.
His hunger spiked as Parrish pushed him back against Roscoe. He started to panic as Parrish lifted him up onto the hood and raised Stiles' legs while the deputy's exposed cock poked at his ass. He definitely wasn't ready for that. He wanted it, but didn't think he could take Parrish right away.
WE'RE READY
Fuck it. Stiles thought as he let the hellhound manhandle him.
EXACTLY
Stiles pushed his jeans far enough down his hips that his ass was exposed. It only took a moment for Parrish to line up with his hole. Stiles braced himself, but the hellhound slid in easily. It was one of the most satisfying feelings he'd ever experienced.
Parrish nuzzled and nipped his way from Stiles' neck to his chin and then his lips. Stiles returned the biting kisses and suppressed a moan as the deputy pumped into him. He'd almost forgotten they were just on the side of the road, but, thankfully, it wasn't a busy one.
“How do you feel so good?” Parrish laced the words between kisses.
Stiles' knew the hellhound wasn't really looking for an answer. And since Parrish wouldn't stop making out with him, he couldn't have answered even if he wanted to.
He let himself get lost in the feelings coursing through his body. Parrish's cock drove deep into Stiles' hole. Waves of pleasure rocked back and forth through him and it was finally eroding the hunger he'd been feeling. He devoured every sensation as Parrish railed him against the hood.
He wasn't sure how big the hellhound was since he hadn't seen Parrish before he slid all the way into him. Parrish felt massive though and Stiles still had no idea how he'd taken the whole thing so easily. He savored the feeling of the thick cock throbbing whenever the hellhound buried deep inside him.
Somehow he could sense Parrish was getting close. Stiles smiled as the hellhound broke their kiss to huff a warning in his ear. He was ready.
Stiles moaned when he felt the first pulse of Parrish's orgasm. The literal heat of it was more soothing than intense. Parrish hugged tight against him as his body shook with each shot trying to somehow drive himself deeper into Stiles' ass.
GOOD PUPPY
“Good puppy...” Stiles found himself mirroring the words he could hear in his head.
“Holy shit.” Parrish huffed in Stiles' ear before he pulled away, his blush slowly turning to concern, “We're not going to tell your dad, my boss, about that... right?”
Stiles scooted his pants back up to his waist, “Not in a million years.”
“Good.” Parrish looked around as he tucked his uniform back in and fastened his belt, “I guess we'll just forget the ticket.”
Stiles finally slid off Roscoe's hood, shoes landing heavily on the pavement, “Sounds good to me.”
Stiles felt amazing. It was a clarity he hadn't experienced in a long time, like one of those rare times he'd actually gotten a good night's sleep or the less rare times when he'd taken an extra Adderall or two. He wanted to feel like this all the time.
As Parrish returned to his cruiser and quickly sped off Stiles had a moment of concern, “Did you force him to do that?”
HE WANTED TO DO IT
Stiles climbed into the driver's seat again and adjusted his clothes and himself a bit. That was a relief. He definitely didn't want to make anyone do anything they didn't want to, especially sexually.
Stiles turned the key and Roscoe purred to life immediately, “So, what are you? What's going on here?”
I AM THE INCUBUS YOU SUMMONED
“I hate that that makes sense.” Stiles continued his drive to the animal clinic, “I thought that was just to summon a familiar. Aren't those supposed to be friendly animals or something?”
YOU HAVE YOUR FAMILIAR
IT IS NOT AN ANIMAL
After the incubus said that, Roscoe revved up briefly and the windshield wipers started up and moved as if they were waving to him. If this hadn't been the coolest thing that had ever happened to him, he'd have been worried. He did still have questions though.
“So, how does that work? The petting thing.”
WHEN WE TOUCH THEM
IF THEY WANT YOU
AND YOU WANT THEM
THEY WILL ACT ON IT
“That's kind of a relief. So, you're a sex demon,” Stiles was piecing things together, “and you feed on sex?”
WE FEED ON SEX
“You and Roscoe?”
NO
“Got it. Well this all explains a lot. Is it always like that?”
YES
Stiles raised his eyebrows as he turned into the animal clinic's parking lot. His hands on the wheel were essentially superfluous, Roscoe was the one actually driving now. Maybe this wasn't what he imagined when he borrowed Deaton’s book, but it was honestly better in basically every way.
“I'll be right back, bud.”
The dash blinked in acknowledgement. Stiles grabbed his bag and hopped out of the jeep, noting that Roscoe turned himself off as he walked to the clinic’s rear entrance. He used the key he'd duplicated to unlock the door and then snuck inside.
Stiles went straight to Deaton's cabinet of curiosities, quickly picking the lock and opening it up again. He checked the photo he'd taken of it to make sure he slid the book back in the correct spot and the herbs and candles were placed perfectly. As he was putting the last jar back he almost dropped it when he heard a voice behind him.
“Stiles, what are you doing?” Scott asked.
“Nothing really,” Stiles chuckled nervously as he casually put the jar in the cabinet, “just helping Deaton organize. You know, the usual.”
“Stiles.” Scott arched an eyebrow at him.
“Ok, I wanted to try some magic.” Stiles shrugged, “It's no big deal, everything went fine.”
“What does that mean?”
“That we don't have to tell Deaton about this.” Stiles shut and locked the cabinet before flashing an innocent smile to Scott.
“Tell me what you did.”
PET THE WOLF
“I'm not doing that.” Stiles said.
“What do you mean, just tell me what you did.”
“I didn't mean you.” Stiles sighed
“Then what did you mean?”
WE CAN SMELL HIS POWER
Stiles did notice that something about Scott smelled extra good today. He was close enough to reach out and touch, but Stiles was worried about what would happen if he did that. Could he handle it if nothing happened? He'd be lying if he didn't admit to having at least a little crush on Scott.
Stiles wouldn't get to make that choice though, as Scott accidentally made it for him. He grabbed Stiles' forearm, trying to get his attention. Their gaze met and then the rush of warmth channeled through Stiles and into Scott.
PERFECT
Scott pulled Stiles closer, staring at him with gleaming eyes. There was a brief moment where Stiles thought Scott was about to kiss him, but he got spun around instead. He could feel Scott's hard cock rubbing against his ass through the layers of their clothes and he already wished those layers weren't there.
Scott sniffed at his shoulder and neck in an animalistic way. Stiles could hear a soft growl in his best friend's throat before he was bent over the exam table. The cool metal underneath him was a contrast to the heat of Scott's body on top of him.
Stiles heard the sound of claws coming out before one of them tore through his jeans and underwear, splitting them straight down the back. Scott ripped away the fabric, exposing Stiles' ass before shucking off his own pants and underwear. The werewolf's thick meat smacked against one of Stiles' cheeks and he could feel the wet spot from where it was already leaking pre.
Stiles raised his ass up, ready for whatever Scott was going to do. He wanted nothing more than to make the werewolf cum, preferably deep in his hole. Stiles moaned as Scott buried his full length with no hesitation. Something about this already felt way better than Parrish.
“So hot.” Scott growled.
Stiles pushed back against Scott's crotch trying to get as much of the werewolf's dick inside him as he possibly could. There was a brief moment of disappointment as Scott pulled away that was immediately replaced by delight when he thrust back in. Stiles let his cheek rest on the metal of the exam table and huffed out a soft whine as Scott fucked him.
The sensations were all intense, but the feeling of Scott inside him was the strongest. Stiles could sense something building in his core as both he and the incubus fed on the sexual energy. Things had barely even started and they were already feeling fully charged.
HARDER
“Harder!” Stiles echoed.
Scott growled as he obeyed, slamming his full length in and out of Stiles’ ass with as much intensity as he could manage. Stiles' entire body slid against the table every time Scott pumped into him. He groaned with satisfaction as the pleasure crashed over him in waves.
Scott had one hand on Stiles' shoulder and the other on his waist, holding Stiles in place as he went to town on his tight hole. Stiles lay there and watched the door to the exam room open, almost excited for the two of them to get caught. He smiled as Isaac walked into the room with a slightly shocked look on his face. Stiles didn't know what he'd expected, but it wasn't the grin that spread over Isaac's face.
When Isaac got close enough, Stiles reached out and grabbed his hand. The now familiar sensation of heat passed between them before Isaac scrambled to undo his pants and yank down his underwear. In just moments Stiles had another hard and dripping cock in front of him until it was shoved into his mouth. The taste of pre tingled on his tongue as Isaac pushed into his throat.
Somehow Stiles could sense everything going on in the room. Scott was enjoying both his ass and the view of Isaac fucking his mouth. Isaac was smiling as he watched Scott's cock slide in and out of Stiles' hole while he humped at Stiles' mouth. The two werewolves admired each other's bodies as they used Stiles like a toy.
Stiles was actually close to cumming himself this time. The energy from the two werewolves was starting to send him into sensory overload in the best way possible. He thought things were at their peak when Scott switched to grinding into him as Isaac truly fucked his face, until the two werewolves kissed. It was like a circuit closed and the sexual energy coursed through all of them bringing things to new heights.
Stiles came, soaking the tattered shreds of his jeans and underwear. His hole clenched around Scott's cock and finally brought the werewolf to climax. Scott unloaded deep in his ass, absolutely filling him with a massive load. Isaac's dick pulsed and throbbed as he started shooting down Stiles' throat, before pulling back enough to make sure Stiles got a good taste of it.
Scott stayed buried deep in Stiles well after his orgasm had subsided. Isaac hadn't pulled out of his mouth either and Stiles had just kept nursing at the slowly softening cock. It was a few more minutes before the two of them finally broke contact with him.
“Scott, we uh... we gotta go.” Isaac said as he zipped up his pants.
“Oh!” Scott hurriedly did the same, stuffing his still half-hard dick back in his pants, “We're so late!”
“Uh, thanks.” Isaac glanced down at Stiles.
“You're welcome.” Stiles offered a weak thumbs up.
Scott rushed out of the door right behind Isaac, but paused before he actually left, “Hey, come by my house to talk about this tonight?”
“Yeah.” Stiles lay on the table blissfully.
“Okay, good.”
Scott and Isaac were gone after that. Stiles lay alone in the room now, thinking about the day so far and feeling only what he could describe as ‘full’. He fully understood what the incubus said about feeding on sexual energy. They were both stuffed, and for Stiles that was both literally and figuratively.
He knew he should probably get going, but he needed time to let everything that had just happened settle in his brain. He also knew the incubus was very happy with this new arrangement and Stiles would be lying if he said he didn't like it too. He started to wonder who else might help feed them in the future as the incubus added its own thoughts.
I AM GOING TO LIKE IT HERE