1187. Like winning the lottery. Sexily.

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

[alotofadderall]

[ooc: 10, 5, and 8 are looking pretty interesting...]

Because we kinda sorta really like Stiles...

[kindanutty]

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Sure! Love meeting new people :D Your character is from Glee?

[alotofadderall]

[ooc: Any preferences or shall we roll?]

Originally, but I play him more as an OC these days.

[kindanutty]

[ooc: We're down with it all! :D]

Got it. (: 10

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles didn't know where he was, but when he woke up with a blinding headache on a white bedspread, sans clothes, he knew it couldn't be anywhere good.]

Wha - [The teen blinked, trying to clear his head, and lifted his face out of the pillow it was buried in. White and peach swam before him, slowly forming into another naked person and dammit, he didn't even remember drinking last night.]

[kindanutty]

[Everett on the other hand was still sleeping, murmuring softly about this and that, while sprawled and sporting a hard-on. What could he do, it was just one of those nights...or days, or maybe it was induced, but probably not.

Moaning softly in his sleep, he lifts a hand and rubs at his face, before rolling over and closer to the body next to him. He always liked sleeping next to another, so when he feels that body heat, Everett simply throws an arm over it.]

[alotofadderall]

Woah, buddy! [Stiles jumped a little as the stranger's arm wrapped over him, moving in closer. He was going to feel awful if he'd done something with this guy and was too drunk to remember it.]

Sorry uh... [The guy still seemed to be half-asleep, so Stiles awkwardly poked his arm, trying not to startle him. He didn't remember the guy's name, so he just settled for - ] ...Hello?

[kindanutty]

[Hey now, Everett met his first boyfriend that way, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it! And then they kinda sorta spent the next couple of hours recapturing their memory. Everett groans as he slowly wakes up,]

Stop-stop poke... poking. [He swats lazily at the other, and blinks his eyes open to realize that he has no idea who this guy is.]

[alotofadderall]

Sorry. [Stiles bit his lip, retracting his hand at the swat, eyes wide and apologetic at the situation. What was he supposed to say, "Hi, I don't know who you are?" Because that wasn't rude...] Um. Good morning? [Smooth Stiles, really smooth.]

Hallo! Fancy a 10?

[wolfy_sam]

No. No way. Hell no.

[The answering blow knocked Sam to the ground and for a moment he saw stars. He had learned enough control not to let the stress of the situation force a shift, but the anger bubbling in the back of his mind threatened to unravel it all over again. Sam touched the gash in his forehead with a grimace.] Let him go, all right? Leave him out of this.

[The hunters could kill him, poison him with wolfsbane, whatever. He didn't care. The only thing Sam cared about right now was getting Stiles out of this alive.]

I'd be delighted. :D

[alotofadderall]

Stop it! [Stiles yelled as one of the hunters smacked Sam, struggling against the arms holding him back. He was rewarded with a knife against his throat and damn, the Argents were nothing compared to this freak show.]

[Yeah, they weren't letting him go anytime soon, judging by the whispered threats in his ear about what they were going to do to both him and Sam if he didn't hand over the Beastiary. Not that they weren't still going to kill Sam anyway.

Well, Stiles thought wryly, hissing as the point of the knife dug into his neck. This is not how I expected my Thursday to go.]

\o/

[wolfy_sam]

[Wherever the hunters were getting their information about wolves, it was wrong. But Sam was grateful for that as he was hauled up by his hair, the pain bright behind his eyes. He couldn't howl, couldn't call for help, any other wolves would be caught up in the same trap. Sam growled at the voice whispering in his ear.

[They were going to kill them. But they were going to frame Sam. Force him into sex with Stiles, thinking it would bring on the change.] No. Let him go. You want a monster manual? I'll fucking give you one. Just let Stiles go.

[alotofadderall]

Hey, what are you - hey! [One of the hunters cut a line down his overshirt, ripping it off and discarding it to the floor.]

That was my favorite shirt! [Not true, but then someone was pulling at his undershirt, tugging it up his stomach and - ] What the hell! Get off!

[Stiles struggled, looking over at Sam with wide eyes, wondering what the hell was going on as nobody had bothered to mention this part of the plan to him.]

[wolfy_sam]

[Fuck. Sam struggled hard against the hunters. He's used to taking the hits, but damned if he was going to watch someone else get manhandled and hurt.

[The final threat crumbled his resolve. Do it or once they got done with his clothes, they'd keep cutting.] All right! All right.

[Another blow dropped Sam to his knees and he reached out just in time to catch Stiles as he was flung at him. He kept him close for a moment, hoping to get a few whispered words before the hunters got agitated.] I'm sorry. Goddamnit I'm so sorry.

[alotofadderall]

[A calculated slice down his thigh, grazing the skin in a way that made Stiles shiver, and his jeans were gone, leaving him in plaid boxers. By this point, Stiles was getting the picture and a cold dread was sinking into his stomach.]

[But then he was thrown at Sam, who blessedly caught and confusion took over. If they weren't going to do something him, then...] Sam, what... [Stiles swallowed, hard, fingers clasping around Sam's arm.] ...What exactly do they want us to do? [Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he thought it was...]

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam swallows hard, winding his arms around Stiles. He doesn't know what the hunters are thinking. Coercion isn't exactly conducive to this sort of thing. He licks his lips, wishing like hell there was some other way. Not that he wasn't interested, but this was hardly what you'd call an ideal situation.]

They think that if we.. if I.. [He sets his jaw. The hunters are already getting restless.] They think that if we have sex I'll shift. That I'll kill you. [There's a dire warning in his eyes. Don't tell them how wrong they are.]