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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

[alotofadderall]

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

[alotofadderall]

But... [Stiles gaped, catching the warning in Sam's eyes. His fingers tightened around the wolf's arm, not knowing why he shouldn't continue but trusting that Sam knew what he was doing.]

No. [Stiles nearly jumped up, jerking in Sam's arms, panic setting in. One of the hunters cocked his gun, gaze hard and hateful. They didn't care that Stiles was human; he was consorting with werewolves, which made him beyond help. Didn't stop Stiles from trying, again, to make them see reason.] Please...don't ma-

[And then he's getting shoved to the ground, back pinned underneath a boot, cheek pressed flat against the ground. Get on with it. They're ordering, waiting for Sam to do something before they remove the boot from his back.]

[wolfy_sam]

Stop! [Stiles looks agonizingly young and vulnerable pinned to the ground like that and something hard and unhappy breaks in his chest. He shoves the nearest hunter, not caring that he gets a rifle butt to the face for his trouble.] You want this, you back off. Back off.

[He swallows hard, his eyes finding Stiles. They just have to hold out until Dean gets there. He can smell the Impala in the wind. Faint, but unmistakable. Sam pulls what's left of his muddy and tattered shirt off, dropping it at his feet.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles let out a breath as the boot retreated, shifting a little off the ground to look at Sam. The man had removed his shirt - in other circumstances, Stiles would have totally been enjoying the view - but right now he was distinctly terrified of the situation in front of them.]

Sam... [Stiles pushed himself up onto his elbows, eyeing the hunters warily, not wanting to be pinned down again. He lowered his voice, knowing Sam would hear him with his wolf senses.] I...this is my...first time.

[wolfy_sam]

[His shoulders drop in defeat and he crawls closer on the pretense of starting this whole goddamned farce. He can't do it. God help him he can't. He can't force this on a virgin. Making quiet, soothing sounds, he wraps his arms around him, drawing Stiles in. Sam keeps his voice pitched low.] If I draw their fire, can you run? Can you get away?

[He'll die, but if Stiles can get away clean, it'll be a good death.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles closed his eyes as Sam held him, back against his chest. He couldn't...but he had to. If he didn't, Sam would end up dead...even if they were probably going to die anyway, Stiles couldn't let that happen. He would never let someone die on his behalf, especially not Sam.]

No, [Stiles shook his head, taking in a deep breath.] I can't let you do that.

Just... [Stiles reached down, tugging at the edge of his boxers.] Try to...be gentle.

[wolfy_sam]

[Heart thudding in his chest, Sam closes his eyes.] I'm not going to hurt you. [Sam settles his hands over Stiles's, gripping them gently.] I won't.

Deep breath, okay?

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles bit his lip, nodding slowly. Unless they had some kind of lubricant, it was going to hurt like hell no matter what Sam did...but Stiles resolved not to make Sam feel worse.

He hadn't even had a proper kiss yet.]

Okay...I trust you. [And he did. Sam was slowly but surely becomming pack now. Stiles turned one of his palms into Sam's, squeezing back.]

[wolfy_sam]

[Sam closes his eyes, drawing a slow, steady breath. His scent is calming, even if it's tinged with the sharp smell of fear. If this is going to happen, he needs to focus on Stiles and nothing else. Sam cradles his face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth.] Breathe, okay? I'm not going to hurt you.

It's going to be okay.

[Sam drops another kiss to his jaw, whispering.] I can smell my brother. Help is coming.

[alotofadderall]

[And there's Stiles' kiss, brief and soft, and he wondered if this could have happened under better circumstances...but he's also not legal in the state of California, so that's another problem to add to the list, if they survive this.

Hope fills Stiles for a second - maybe this doesn't have to happen like this, with Sam's older brother on the way if they can just stall long enough - but then there's a foot connecting with his side and presumably Sam's too, barked orders from above reminding Stiles just who is enforcing this, and that the psycho hunters have guns.

He's going to lose his virginity with an audience.

Not how he planned his Thursday.]

[wolfy_sam]

[The steel toed boot smashes into his ribs and Sam groans. He catches Stiles hard against his chest and shifts, pulling him down and covering him with his body. The blows rain on his back and sides but at least he's protected Stiles from the brunt of it this time.

[He makes a tight sound of pain, tipping his forehead to touch Stiles's.] I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

[Sam fumbles in his pocket for a small foil packet. A hunter grabs his arm, wrenching it back and Sam snarls, his voice breaking] I'm not hurting him. Give me some oil, lube, something.

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles holds on to Sam, eyes wide as the man curls around him, shielding him.] It's okay Sam...I promise it's okay.

[Stiles looks up at the hunters soulfully, and they can't help but return the packet to Sam after examining it. They're cruel, but at least they'll give them this.

And now Stiles is thinking about why Sam has that, wondering if he's gay or bi or experimental - before being dragged back into the reality of the situation as the hunters urge them on. Sometimes he's grateful for his wandering train of thought, and Stiles wishes it would let him detatch from this, but it won't. Not this time.]

Gentle... [Stiles repeats quietly, brushing a hand over Sam's chest before moving and tugging his boxers all the way down his thighs, wiggling them off his body. He's completely naked now, curling into Sam to hide from the hunters as much as possible - they'll be getting a full frontal show soon enough.]

[wolfy_sam]

[The packet was handed back over and a shove between his shoulder blades reminds Sam he can't stall for much longer. Sam closes his eyes, kissing Stiles again softly. The guilt is enough to choke him and the last thing he wants to do is hurt him. He'd shown Sam nothing but kindness since he first showed up in Beacon Hills looking for help.] I know.

[He does his best to hide Stiles, shield him with his own body. He tugs on his own boxers, working them down his legs and off. It's going to take him a moment longer to will his body to do what the hunters want him to. To hold them off, he kisses Stiles again, reaching between them. Fuck. He's going to have to do this by hand.] I'll be easy.

[alotofadderall]

[Sam was pack now, and pack protected pack. If they survived this, Stiles was going to remind him as much; he looked so sad, Stiles wished to high Heaven it didn't have to be like this.]

[Stiles sucked in a shuddering breath as Sam reached down in between them, no fabric to separate them now. The concrete of the warehouse they've been taken to is cold, and Stiles tries to focus on Sam and not the seven or eight pairs of eyes watching them. Some goddamn code; but since Stiles has met Sam, he'd been informed that not all hunters followed a code; these ones certainly didn't seem to.

He nods, closing his eyes at Sam's kiss, hold on to Sam's arm and shifting to grant the wolf better access.]

[wolfy_sam]

[Pack might protect pack, but Sam doesn't feel like he's doing a good job of protecting Stiles from the hunters. His hand is shaking a bit as he tears the foil pack open with his teeth, working a little bit of the lube onto his fingers. Sam reaches down to stroke him, probing gently with one finger.] Just breathe. Breathe into it.

[The hunters won't give him much time, but if Sam throws them a few token snarls, he can at least make the whole disaster easier on Stiles.]

[alotofadderall]

[Stiles is just glad the hunters didn't decide to do it themselves...he'd much rather it be Sam.

Stiles' breath hitched, eyes widening as he instinctively tensed; he'd never been touched like that before...but he forced himself to relax, biting down on his lip instead of clenching up, nodding to Sam and lowering his eyes to the man's chest instead of his face. He could do this; he could do this if it meant buying them enough time for Dean to save them.]

I take it you've done this before? [Stupid question, if the lube was any indicator, but the words are enough of a reason to make himself look up at Sam again.]