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After spending months dreading the day Scott and the other graduates would leave Beacon Hills in Liam’s well-intended but not-so-capable hands, he’d never once expected it to turn out like this.

Maybe he’d brought it on himself, with all his worrying and outbursts before their departure - but that didn’t make him feel any less humiliated now by their babying. Liam felt untrusted. If it wasn’t skype calls with Stiles in Virginia so that he could ramble on about some theory with Star Wars or Lydia asking him for “outfit checks” as an excuse to check for bodily harm, then it was the damn-near daily phone calls he got from Scott asking if he was still alive. 

These things, while annoying, were manageable. That was until after he got his head smacked around hard enough at a lacrosse game to knock him out which caused him to miss a check-in from Scott. From the safety of his own bed, he was awoken from his nap to Sheriff Stilinski shining a flashlight in his eyes after being ordered by the graduates to perform a wellness check on him. By that point, his phone had over 500 notifications filled with missed calls and texts. Both Lydia and Stiles had already booked flights home in preparation for the worst while Malia had stolen a car and was halfway to Beacon Hills before she’d gotten the stand-down order from Scott.

How the four of them managed to be such a pain in his ass from their various schools and new hometowns was a mystery to poor Liam, and he was growing increasingly frustrated with their lack of faith.

And frustration with him never led to any healthy resolution for his feeling.

“You smell angry again.”

Liam blinked, pulling himself from his thoughts again and turning to look at Theo who was perfectly relaxed behind the wheel of his truck. “That’s probably ‘cause I am,” he mumbled, pressing the lever on the side of the seat so that he could lean back with an obnoxious sigh.

Theo glanced over and looked like he might scold the boy but bit his tongue. At least someone wasn’t going to treat him like a child.

“So what is it then?” Theo asked, turning the radio down, “is Ms. Martin up your ass again this year?”

Rolling his eyes, Liam gave a small snort, “yes, but not anymore than usual.” He paused for a moment to look out the window at the passing world. 

He usually would catch a ride home with Mason from school, but on Fridays his best friend had a study group in the library till late in the evening. Thus, he’d begged Theo to pick him up to avoid having to take the bus. The two had grown close rather quickly since the rest of the graduates had left town, they still bickered and fought like rivals but somewhere along thin line Liam had stopped aiming to break his nose during their spars. And while he couldn’t speak on the chimera’s behalf, he was pretty sure Theo felt the same as he did. There was a bond between them now, unspoken, but very much strong. 

“It’s Scott actually.”

Theo nodded, but stayed silent as Liam continued, “Well, and Stiles, Lydia, and Malia too. The four of them just don’t seem to believe that I can handle things on my own here, and they call constantly to check in on me like I’m some kind of hostage that they need proof of life for to pay a ransom!”

Blandly, Theo replied, “They just care about you.”

Liam snorted in exacerbation, “Yeah, too much. I should be able to take a nap without worrying that they’re gonna start a state-wide manhunt for me if I miss a phone call.” He clenched his fists and felt the tips of his claws sink shallowly into the flesh of his palms. “I mean I’m eighteen for Christ’s sake, it makes me want to do something that’d give them an actual reason to be pissed off and worried.”

Theo’s nose twitched, likely catching the scent of Liam’s blood from his hands. “Cut that out before you get blood in my truck,” he warned the beta, swatting at his knee. Once Liam had complied with his order, he continued, “I mean, they’d already be mad at the fact that you’re alone with me right now, I’m still the bad guy you know.”

He didn’t have to turn his head to know exactly the grin on Theo’s face. It was a running joke among the remaining pack in Beacon Hills of how the chimera could ‘do-no-right’ in the eyes of the others. Even after risking his life four months ago when the puppy pack had faced off against a rogue frollick of fairies that’d begun terrorizing the town, which was a lot scarier than it sounds. Theo had taken some bad hits, leaving him nearly dead alone in the forest before Liam had managed to track his scent. It hadn't mattered to Stiles however, who just told him not to run off and die on his own next time.

“I don’t even care about getting a reaction from them,” Liam explained, praying he was making some type of sense. “I just want to make my own decisions for once without them playing the overseers of my life.”

Theo was nodding along, as if he'd perfectly understood the sentiment. “So go do something then, start a fight, fuck some girl,” he mumbled, “ hell, most would probably be down.”

Liam thought about those options for a moment before shaking his head. “They aren’t gonna care about me banging someone, not unless she’s an absolute psychopath.”

“Want me to get Monroe on the line for you?” Theo joked, receiving a swat from Liam in retaliation. 

Liam readjusted his chair to sit up straight again as they began to pull off the main road through the town into the neighbourhood Liam lived in. “Not funny,” he said, “and there’s no one left in this town that they would hate enough for that to work.”

Theo shrugged, “guess you’re shit out of luck.”

The wolf turned to look at the driver, a sharp retort on the tip of his tongue when suddenly a horrible idea popped into his head. Though, it was just horrible enough that Liam knew it'd work. “They hate you though.”

“Yeah,” Theo winced, “Thanks for the reminder.”

He wasn’t getting it. “I bet they’d be pretty mad if we fucked ,” Liam said slowly, not dancing around it anymore and getting right to the point.

Liam could have swore that Theo’s heart had stopped beating for a full ten seconds before it restarted, pounding just slightly too fast to be considered normal. He managed to keep his eyes on the road as he spoke, “I thought you said this wasn’t about getting a reaction from them.”

“That wasn’t a no,” Liam bit, a playful smirk dancing across his face as he flirted, already feeling a sense of power from going directly against what Scott would want.

“It wasn’t a yes either.”

There was a sternness to Theo’s voice but it did not cover up the fact that his neck was flushed a deep red. 

As well, Liam was not known for just letting things go.

He put on his best pout. “It’s not about the reaction,” he assured, “it’s the satisfaction of doing something of my own free will - even if it’d piss them off.” Especially if it'd piss them off, he thought.

Theo tightened his grip on the wheel as he pulled to a halt at an intersection. He was staring so intently at the red light that for a moment Liam wondered if it’d done something to personally wrong the boy. “And why is that my problem?” He asked, “Do you even like guys?”

Now the sternness was covering an edge of desperation, as Theo grasped at straws to get Liam away from the topic at hand. He shifted nervously in his seat while still avoiding eye contact. Liam grinned, loving the way he had this effect on the older boy.

“I might,” Liam challenged, “wanna help me find out?”

Theo stared long and hard at the pavement in front of them as the light finally turned green and allowed him to turn onto Liam’s cul-de-sac. When his house was finally in sight and no cars were to be seen in his driveway, Theo answered. “You really want me to get mauled by Scott for putting my hands on his first beta?”

Now things were getting serious. “He won’t know,” Liam promised.

Theo rolled his eyes, “And if he finds out? I’ve told you before I’m not dying for you, Liam.” They were now fully stopped in his driveway, and after putting the truck in park, Theo turned to stare at him with a hungry glint in his eyes. Like a starving man - and Liam was a full course meal.

It was enough to elicit a shiver down his spine.

He leaned over the center console to wrap a hand firmly around Theo’s bicep and whisper in his ear, his chest pressed firmly against the man’s shoulder. “I’m not asking you to die for me, just to fuck me.”

-

The path from the truck to Liam’s room was a blur of hands and teeth as they nearly fought to drag the other up the stairs. His room was how he’d left it that morning, which was messy in a typical teenager sense, but Theo did not seem to care as he pressed Liam back against the mattress of his unmade bed. They kissed like it was the only way to breathe, as if they’d die if they pulled away for even a moment. 

Theo had lost his shirt in the mess, and Liam was pretty sure his was partially torn at some point during the scuffle, but he never let up, licking and moaning into the hot mouth above him. Being this close to the other boy made his chest ache in a comfortable way that he craved more of. He didn’t just want Theo close, he wanted him inside him.

He pressed up with his hips, glad to find Theo just as equally hard as he was when their crotches made contact. A string of profanities spilt into the kiss from both of their mouths.

“The drawer,” Liam gasped out, his claws half extending into Theo’s back out of sheer desperation for something to happen. “Towards the back.”

Theo reluctantly tore himself free from the kiss to go search through Liam’s bedside table for more supplies. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Liam used the spare seconds to strip off his ruined shirt, tossing the article somewhere into the mess of his room before moving onto his belt. 

“Got them,” Theo finally spoke, his voice heavy with lust as he climbed back onto the bed, lube and a foil wrapper now in hand. The mattress sank under his knees as he stared down at Liam, his pupils blown so wide there was not a speck of green left to be seen within them.

The beta wriggled off his jeans, tossing them onto the floor as well, leaving him practically bare to Theo’s roaming eyes. 

“Well aren’t you just a gorgeous thing,” he practically growled before slotting himself between Liam’s thighs. He dipped his hand beneath Liam’s boxers to finally wrap his hand around his length like Liam had been needing ever since they’d hurriedly slammed the front door.

He gasped at the contact and instinctively grabbed Theo’s wrist. “Your fingers are cold,” he winced.

Theo gave him a leveled look, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’ll live.”

With a quick twist of his wrist, the burn alone from his dry palm was enough to shut Liam up and grit his teeth. Theo leaned down to kiss along Liam’s neck while he roughly stroked his cock to a quick rhythm. “I wanted to go slowly for you, but now that I have you here I don’t think I’m gonna be able to hold back,” he admitted, his hushed voice sending a shiver right through his whole body.

“So don’t,” Liam said, grabbing Theo by the back of his head to force him to meet his eyes, “I won’t break so don’t you dare go easy on me.”

Something about the fire in his words must have pushed his gears into drive, because Theo wasted no time in slamming their mouths together. It was a struggle to hold the kiss while also maneuvering Liam’s boxers down over his hips, and instead of simply breaking apart, Liam felt Theo’s claws extend before the sound of fabric being ripped filled his ears.

He lightly shoved Theo off and glowered down at his now torn underwear. “I liked those,” he muttered. The other boy just smirked deviously before moving to grab the lube.

After slathering a few fingers he reached down to trace a finger around his hole. “If you thought my fingers were cold earlier ,” Theo chuckled before pressing in slowly with one all the way to his knuckle. 

And wow - that was something. Liam gasped and mentally chanted his mantra as he fought both the urge to squeeze down on the intruding digit and to keep his claws from extending into his mattress. He was pretty sure he would not be able to explain the damage to his mother in any logical way.

Liam knew his eyes were shining a solid gold and that he was teetering on losing his composure, and so did Theo by the look he shot him. “Just focus on me, come on, Dunbar,” he muttered, slowly moving his finger in and out as Liam adjusted, “if you wolf out on me right now I’m gonna kill you. Say your little mantra.”

Liam growled but took a deep breath. “The sun, the moon, and the truth.”

“What was that?” Theo asked innocently, a second finger joining his first at the ring of muscle.

Liam shot him a pissed off look, “the sun, the moon -” he inhaled sharply as two fingers pressed inside. “And the truth,” he finished with a yelp, which only made Theo snicker more.

He hadn’t realized, but between the burn of being stretched and concentrating on his words, Liam had calmed down. How Theo always managed to do that was a mystery to him. “Good boy,” Theo smiled, “now one more, okay?”

Before Liam could even comprehend what he’d been told, Theo had forced in a third digit alongside the others. His hands flew up to Theo’s shoulders hoping to find some sense of stability as his vision was dotted with tears.

“You fucking asshole.”

“You told me not to be gentle,” Theo grinned. The fingers inside him continued to move, despite Liam’s laboured breaths. Theo curled them up, and suddenly an electric shock ran through his body, stiffening him like a board. “If I need to stop, you’re gonna have to use your words, Liam,” Theo said, the annoyance clear in his tone.

“Don’t fucking stop,” he growled back, the wave of pleasure subsiding, “and do that again.”

Theo obeyed, thrusting back in at the same angle, and the sound that fell from Liam’s mouth was somewhat of a mix between a moan and a purr.

After a bit of the same motion, Liam had begun to rock his hips to meet Theo’s fingers as they pressed in and out, sometimes just barely gracing the edge of the spot, while others he’d press hard into it, knocking the breath from Liam’s lungs.

Then, they were just gone.

Liam choked back a curse as he lifted his head to figure out what had happened only to watch mesmerized as Theo began to undo his own belt. His movements were slow and calculated, as if he had all the time in the world to fuck him. He did not, and the beta was quick to remind him as such. “Hurry, before my mom gets back from work,” he pleaded, but Theo moved no quicker than he had been before.

He pulled down his pants and underwear in one movement before climbing onto the bed on his knees. “You were the one who begged me to fuck them,” Theo reminded him, opening the foil wrapper of the condom with his teeth, “so I don’t want to hear you demanding anything from me now.”

Liam would have thought of a quick retort, except he wasn’t able to do anything except stare at that thing between Theo’s legs. Because there was no way it was his cock.

“Dude,” Liam said, staring unabashedly.

Theo chuckled, “Don’t ‘dude’ me right before we fuck.”

“That is not fair,” he said. Being a werewolf had caused Liam to grow in many departments, including down there, but that was ridiculous. “Did the dread doctor design that personally for you or something?” He asked, still in shock.

Sliding the condom down the length, Theo replied, “it might be one of the few things about me that’s fully natural actually.”

After some maneuvering, Theo had guided Liam onto his hands and knees with the head of his cock pressed against the tight ring of his hole. “Deep breaths, I’m only stopping if you scream,” Theo said as his only warning before pushing inside

The stretch felt unbearable at first, and Liam nearly reached back to claw at the man, but Theo read his actions quicker than he could execute them. He pinned Liam’s arms down with one hand and leaned down to whisper close to his ear, pushing further inside with each passing second, “You can take it.”

“It hurts,” he gritted back, wiggling in the hold.

“And you can take it,” Theo emphasized, “if you can’t - then break free, we both know you’re stronger than I am.”

Liam huffed. He stopped his struggling and focused on his breaths as Theo finally bottomed out with a groan. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He said, reaching around the front to run his hand down Liam’s length as a reward.

With the hand on his cock distracting him from just how full he felt, Liam was able to finally let himself relax and melt into the pleasure. Though he’d never admit to it, when Theo ran his free hand down his back Liam relaxed and a noise akin to a purr fell from his lips. Apparently that was all Theo needed to hear to start to really move.

Theo’s hips snapped forward and a loud slap of skin on skin filled the room. “Fuck!” Liam swore, pressing his burning face further into the pillow below as the older boy lined up another thrust before he’d even had time to process the first one.

“You feel so good, Dunbar,” Theo groaned, his hand on Liam’s cock moving in time with his thrusts while the other gripped his waist hard.

The most Liam was capable of responding with was a moan, a noise so dirty he blushed in shame. Without a warning, Theo suddenly withdrew himself fully from Liam and flipped him over onto his back before plunging back inside. The new angle caused each thrust to make him see stars, and as the pressure in his stomach began to build, one single thought came to Liam’s mind.

He hasn’t kissed me since we started actually fucking.

The solution for Liam was simple, and his eyes flew open to find the gorgeous sight of Theo, red and gleaming with a layer of sweat, above him looking ready to finish at any moment. He noticed Liam’s gaze on him and smirked down, “Close?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Liam answered breathlessly before using the last of his strength to push himself up onto his elbows to press a hard kiss to his lips. 

Theo seemed reluctant to kiss back but it did not matter to Liam just how unenthused his partner was, because the moment he felt the heat of his mouth on his own, Liam came hard between their bodies. Both their stomachs and chests were painted white with his cum, and he found himself biting Theo’s lip to keep from crying out loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

With all his spasming from his climax, Theo followed quickly behind, spilling into the condom with a low growl that Liam swallowed with his kiss before all but collapsing onto his chest.

They rode out their highs, the kiss growing more sloppy by the second as the exhaustion from their activities kicked in. 

The post-sex clean up was a blur, with Theo managing the majority of it while Liam gave short one-worded directions on where to find things like towels. By the time he’d been wiped clean, he was nearly too far gone to notice Theo redressing himself. Nearly.

“You can’t leave,” he whined, a frown on his features.

Theo scoffed. “Well I can’t stay. Your mom will be home soon, remember?”

“Not for another half-hour, just stay for that at least,” he begged, his blue eyes meeting Theo’s gaze with a desperate edge to it.

The chimera froze, and for a second, Liam thought he might give in without a fight. “Ten minutes,” Theo compromised, pulling on his boxers to cover himself.

His frown deepened. “Twenty minutes.”

Theo raised an eyebrow. “Fifteen, take it or I’m leaving now.”

“Fine.” He could tell that Theo had not been lying about his threat.

Liam rolled over, giving Theo more than enough room to climb back onto the mattress, which he did,  though his body was tense as if at any moment he might get spooked off and run. Once he’d settled down however, he seemed to relax enough into Liam’s side.

“So,” Liam said, trying to find anything to break the awkwardness.

Theo said nothing in response, only worsening it.

The seconds ticked by, and Liam began to worry that maybe they wouldn’t say a word at all in the fifteen allotted minutes. Thankfully, Theo seemed to crack enough to ask, “Do you like guys then? Or was this your one freebie that I should forget all about?”

Liam chuckled, not sure that one could get fucked like that and ever come out saying they were completely straight. “Probably will need another test, you know, for the sample size to be accurate.”

A hand came down hard across his face, enough that he immediately reached up to feel his nose out of fear that it’d broken. “Oh you fucking asshole,” he cursed, tasting metal in this mouth.

Theo just laughed, a beautiful sound that made his stomach swirl.

-

As he’d promised, Theo had only stayed for fifteen minutes before he’d fully redressed and disappeared down the stairs. Once Liam had heard the sound of his truck leaving the driveway, he released a sigh of contentment. That was the greatest sex he’d ever had. It wasn’t like he had much experience in the department, and sure, Hayden had been a lesbian the entire time, but he didn’t have to have countless bodies to know that that was amazing.

In all his bliss, Liam nearly missed the buzz of his phone on the nightstand, but thankfully, he’d managed to get it on the third ring.

“Scott,” he greeted bluntly, barely managing to keep the ice out of his tone.

“Liam! How are things? Still alive?"

All of that, and absolutely nothing had changed.

Way to ruin a guy's post-sex glow, Scott. 

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Things had certainly changed.

Theo hadn’t responded to Liam’s messages for weeks now, and he’d started getting really creative with his attempts.

When the simple ‘hey’ and ‘?’ hadn’t worked, he’d started making up more elaborate reasons to message the chimera, like fake supernatural sightings with the hope that a threat might get him to at least answer. They were still thwarted however by Theo verifying the information through Corey, who refused to lie to Theo about anything out of fear.

Theo had even stopped showing up on Fridays to drive Liam home, which was probably the thing that pissed him off the most. 

Just cause Theo felt awkward about them sleeping together once should not force Liam to take a public bus.

Three weeks following the incident, as Liam had taken to calling it in his head, was their first lacrosse match of the year. It was the annual charity match that had no real outcome on their standings since it was a friendly game against Devenford Prep. He’d been on edge all week over it, despite him and Brett being on good terms now. Just because he may have forgiven the asshole, did not mean that Liam wanted to lose to him.

Nolan had picked up on his anxious energy pretty quickly, those training sessions with Argent had done a lot of good to hone his senses. He was on track to becoming a proper hunter at this point - this time with proper morals.

His co-captain had permanently installed himself as Liam’s warm up partner in all activities, since Liam’s wolf had taken to growling whenever anyone got too close. On one hand Liam was grateful, it was nice to have someone looking out for him, on the other however it pissed him off to need to have someone looking out for him.

He was supposed to be the interim alpha of the McCall pack for Christ’s sakes.

Practice was nearly done for the day, and Coach was already warning everyone to rest up for tomorrow’s match. As Liam was picking his way back to the locker room, trailing just behind the rest of the team, he felt the hard rubber of a lacrosse ball hit him square in the back of the head.

He turned, his fangs dropping from his gums before he’d even thought about it. His eyes flared their golden glow at his assaulter as he turned - only to find Corey and Nolan hanging back near the net watching him. 

“See? Told you he’s on edge,” Nolan muttered to Corey, shaking his head in Liam’s direction as he leaned onto his stick. At least he knew which of his friends was the asshole who’d hit him. 

Pressing his eyes shut tight, Liam willed his fangs to retract. Once he felt a little less like a kettle about to boil over, he walked over to join the duo.

“I’m fine .”

Corey and Nolan stared unconvinced. 

“Dude,” Corey said quietly, though it wasn’t really needed since the three of them were alone on the turf, “today when Mason stole your fries at lunch you growled at him. You are not fine.”

Nolan nodded. “I’m gonna tell Coach to bench you tomorrow.”

“Fuck off, Nolan,” Liam warned. “Mind your own business for once.”

The brunette remained unflinched in front of the increasingly angry wolf, yet another sign of his recent training. “There’s not even a full moon coming up and you’re acting like some kind of newly bitten wolf,” Nolan spoke calmly, “so either you figure out how to get yourself in control again or I’ll tell Coach you’re hiding a concussion from him.”

Corey nodded, though his expression was a bit more sympathetic than the other boy’s, “it’s okay to be stressed, Liam. But if it’s getting too much we can always call Scott-”

“I don’t need, Scott,” Liam groaned, the grip on his stick growing tighter at his alpha’s name. “I’m fine, I just need…” He trailed off, not sure how to tell them that he was just frustrated because he’d had the greatest sex of his life and now the guy wouldn’t even text him back.

He straightened his back. “I just need to let some anger out, I’m gonna stay back and practice for a bit.”

The two glanced between each other, as if not sure that they could believe him. 

“I can stay and play nets for you,” Corey offered, but Liam was quick to shake his head. It was Friday, which was Mason and Corey’s date night. Just cause he wasn’t getting any didn’t mean that he’d deprive his best friend.

Nolan tilted his head, “I can-”

“-I just want to be alone,” Liam cut him off, quickly adding a “ please ” when Nolan looked like he was about to protest again.

Worry was still etched onto his friends faces but they just nodded, wishing him the best before wandering off to the locker room in silence. Liam strained his ears, hoping to catch their whispers while they were still in range but they remained quiet until they were far enough that he could no longer hear them. Sighing deeply, Liam scooped up the ball that Nolan had previously thrown at him and whipped his stick hard enough to put a hole through the netting.

Hopefully Coach didn’t blame him for that.

-

He practiced for what must have been hours, pouring every ounce of his anger into his swings until even his supernatural stamina had given up. Only then did he slowly make his way back across the field through the gym doors. 

He was forever thankful that captain perks meant he had keys to the gym for after-hours use, especially since he preferred showering long after the rest of the team had already left the building. Liam pushed open the locker room door, some of his stress dropping from his shoulders at the mere thought of a hot shower.

That was until a pair of hands grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him into the lockers.

Before Liam could yelp or even begin to fight back, a pair of lips attached themselves over his. His wolf immediately relaxed as the familiar smell and heartbeat of Theo filled his senses. Liam let his eyes fall shut as he began to kiss back with as much fervour as Theo was offering.

Theo pulled away, his lips dancing down his jaw to Liam’s neck where he began to suck small marks into his skin, each one healed over nearly immediately, but it did not seem to deter the chimera from trying. “You have got to be the most oblivious werewolf ever,” Theo muttered into his skin, his hands moving to try and undo the various straps of Liam’s gear. “You should have been able to sense me.”

Liam gasped when Theo’s teeth seemed to catch on the vein running up his neck. “I would have known if you were actually trying to hurt me.” Hostile energy was always much stronger and easier to detect.

The man pulled away, his face split into a smirk. “Well I wouldn’t exactly say my intentions are innocent.”

“ Good. ”

After Theo struggled with his chest protector for another few seconds, Liam found himself growing too impatient to let him figure it out on his own. He batted Theo’s hands away and quickly unbuckled the gear so that it fell to the floor with a satisfying thud.

His undershirt was quickly removed as well, followed by his shorts and boxers. In the blink of an eye, Theo had stripped him bare while somehow holding on to all of his own layers. “What about you?” Liam tried to ask, loosely gripping at the fabric of Theo’s sweater.

“Eventually.” He promised. 

Theo then lightly shoved Liam in the direction of the showers and he quickly took the hint, hustling his way there as gracefully as he could manage while horny and completely nude. He could still feel the anger from earlier bubbling just beneath his skin - like a mouse trap waiting to snap shut, but now it was dulled. As if the anticipation of finally getting some action was some fast acting cure to all his problems.

Deep down he knew it might not be the sex, but rather the person, but he wasn’t ready to face that just yet.

Liam twisted the shower knob and sat under the cold spray from the head above as he waited for it to warm up. Against the burning heat of his skin, the drastic temperature difference of the water felt ever so slightly painful. Nothing unbearable; it was just enough to keep him rooted. He couldn’t let himself get so caught up in the moment this time that he let Theo ignore what this meant for the two of them.

Not again.

Just then, Theo rounded the corner of showers, completely nude and somehow still managing to look like a Greek god under the harsh school lights. Liam tilted his head back, the water that was rolling down his neck was feeling much warming now. The chimera’s eyes seemed to be tracing his body from afar. Much too far away for Liam’s liking.

“You can come closer,” he invited, “the water’s warm now.”

That seemed to get Theo moving, his signature smirk filling his features as he wandered over to press close into Liam’s space.

 Despite the millions of questions blossoming in Liam’s brain, Theo reclaimed his lips and sealed off any opportunities to voice them. The ferocity of the kiss implied that there would be no stopping now as Theo’s hands then began to trace the firm lines of his chest.

Liam shivered as he was pressed back into the cold tile behind him, the spray now completely hitting Theo’s back. His hands began tracing the lines of his abs, up across the peaks of his nipples, before reaching his shoulders. There, Theo used his strength to pin Liam back against the wall, as if worried that Liam would try and leave.

A thigh quickly slotted its way into Liam’s crotch, and his half-hard cock jumped from the surprise contact. Theo pulled back so that he could breathe into the pocket of air between their mouths. Liam involuntarily began to grind down against his leg which caused the other boy to grin. “So desperate, look at you acting completely pathetic for me.”

“Shut up, Theo-,” he swore, pausing to let out a small groan as his nipples were pinched painfully hard. 

“What was that? Thought you were saying’ something’ there,” he said with a smirk. 

Spurred on by Theo’s teasing, Liam began to slide his own hands down the front of the chimera’s toned chest. He traced each of the dips appreciatively, falling lower and lower until his fingers were just barely feathering over his hard length.

Theo’s hips shot forward to get more contact and it was Liam’s turn to grin. “Look who’s needy now?” He teased, pressing down with his palm a bit harder. 

Liam hissed as his length was fully grasped by Theo’s hand, “Shhhh,” the man whispered, his fingers teasing over the tip. “Don’t want the janitor’s to find us here like this.”

Liam leaned his head forward to rest it comfortably into the crook of Theo’s neck, absentmindedly thankful for their similarities in height. A soft sigh fell from his parted lips as the other man pressed his thumb to the underside of his cock’s head, lazily stroking up and down the length as it slowly inflated to full hardness. 

This did not entertain him for long, as Theo suddenly dropped to his knees. Liam glanced down through his long eyelashes and leaned back to support himself against the wall as he tried to understand where this was going. 

Despite the fog from the hot water filling his vision, the sight beneath him was still glorious. Theo was staring up at him, completely nude with small droplets of water running down the tantalising expanse of exposed skin. Liam wasn’t able to stop himself from reaching down to cup his chin. “You look good down there,” he told Theo as he swiped his thumb across his lips. Theo rolled his eyes in response, playfully nipping the digit in his mouth as Liam stroked it over his teeth.

When Liam finally removed his hand from his mouth, Theo pressed forward, pressing a single bite to the small of his hip before turning to swallow him down to the base.

He grabbed the back of Theo’s head for support, his thankfully still human and blunt nails digging small crescents into the back of his neck. “Jesus Christ,” Liam swore, biting his lip as Theo began to bob his head.

After a couple of seconds though, he pulled all the way off. Theo looked up, his eyes shining bright with a sick humour but Liam was quick to guide him back to where he wanted him most before he could open his mouth and say anything stupid like, ‘ there’s no god here .’

Thankfully, he took the hint and resumed where he’d left off, though his bobs were much more shallow now, focusing most of his efforts to the head while tracing his tongue along the underside of Liam’s cock. 

“You’re good at this,” Liam groaned, not letting his thoughts wander for too long on why Theo seemed to be good at sucking dick. His wolf did not like that thought much, if the low growl he fought to keep in his chest was any indication.

He closed his eyes in bliss as Theo brought a hand up to stroke in time with the rhythm he’d set for the remaining bit that hadn’t fit in his mouth. He hummed appreciatively at Liam’s compliment but stayed focused on his task rather than stopping to dignify it with an answer. Liam glanced down, not surprised to see that the older man’s free hand was pumping quickly up and down his own cock - chasing his own high.

The sight alone made Liam groan, which seemed to spur Theo on even more as he picked up the pace of his movements.

A warm coil of heat began to pool in Liam’s gut. A feeling that he immediately recognized, “I’m close, Theo,” he warned. His voice was barely audible above the drum of the water splashing onto their skin and the white tiles below, though he knew Theo had heard him, just another blessing of their supernatural senses. In response to Liam’s warning, he pulled back just ever so slightly and began to focus purely on the head, swirling his tongue around it while working his hand quicker down the spit-slick length.

One glance up, Theo’s eyes filled to the brim with challenge, was all it took to tip Liam over the edge. He tightened his grip on the back of Theo’s neck as he spilled into his waiting mouth.

Theo pulled off a little too soon, and the final spurt that came from Liam’s dick found its home across his cheek. “Shit,” he swore, looking down at the mess he’d made, “sorry,” he apologized, though he hadn’t truly meant it.

Theo quickly rose from the floor, slamming his mouth over Liam’s. Nearly devouring his lips as Theo’s hand worked quicker over his own cock. It was disgusting, he could still taste himself on Theo’s tongue, and there was drool running down both corners of his mouth , but he still happily let Theo run his tongue along his teeth.

His mouth began trailing down Liam’s neck, licking and nipping at random until suddenly the teeth felt sharper than before. Liam’s wolf preened as Theo dragged his fangs across his jugular. Instinctively he tilted his head back as if presenting himself to the older man as a full course meal.

But Theo did not bite down, instead he pressed his forehead into the crook of his neck and shoulder before finishing with a groan. His cum shot out fast and hot, some landing on Liam’s abs, while the rest fell unceremoniously down the drain.

A waste, some thought said deep in Liam’s mind, but he didn’t dwell on it for long as he leaned back into the wall to support both his and Theo’s weight, since the chimera’s body had gone limp after finishing.

Once the high of his own climax had passed, Liam was hit by a wave of calmness that he hadn’t felt in at least two weeks. It was as if his senses that had been running on overdrive suddenly had gotten the break they’d been demanding for months.

Theo was standing straight again in front of him and watching his every movement as if he was some caged animal that could snap at any moment. He’d recovered much quicker than Liam had. “Better?” He asked, tone careful as if he was trying not to offend the beta.

Better..? 

“It was great,” Liam said, not sure what Theo was referring to. He reached out a hand to grab the chimera’s waist, intending to pull him in again for another kiss, maybe even another round if his dick agreed, but Theo had already stepped back.

Liam’s heart dropped. “Don’t leave again.”

Theo blinked, “I can’t stay here. I’m not even a student-”

“You know that’s not what I mean, Theo,” Liam groaned, his frustration bar filling up almost immediately. “Why did you come back and give me a fucking blowjob in the locker room if you were just gonna go back to ignoring me for another few weeks again afterwards?”

It was just a long-winded way to ask Theo why he was here, when the real question Liam wanted answered was what does this mean?

“Corey texted,” he explained, “said you were this close to exploding and mauling some innocent kid at tomorrow’s game.” He had his fingers pinched together, just barely touching. This time, when Liam’s face flushed pink, it was from shame not pleasure.

“Why would he text you?” Traitor.

Theo scoffed, his eyes roaming to a far wall where someone had carved their initials into the stall wall. “Cause other than Scott, I’m the only one not scared to try and calm you down when you’re like this.”

There was a beat of silence, the drip of the showerheads were the only sign any time was passing. “ And it might be my fault you’re on edge.” Theo whispered.

“You ignored me for three weeks,” Liam spat, though there was little heat behind his words.

Theo nodded, saying nothing.

That only made Liam angrier. “What are you scared of? You’ll face me at my most fucking volatile for a blowjob in the shower but can’t even send me a text back after fucking my brains out.”

Theo glanced nervously to the door of the locker room, and Liam grabbed his wrist, scared that he’d make a run for it. “It never should have happened,” Theo whispered, not meeting Liam’s eyes.

“No.” 

“No?” Theo asked slowly.

Liam shoved his shoulder roughly so that the other man was finally turned to face him. “No, you don’t get to fucking say that after whatever the fuck this was,” He said, gesturing around the shower stalls. “Clearly you liked it if you decided the best way to calm me down was to make out with me and suck my dick, so don’t give me that ‘we should’ve never slept together’ bullshit.”

Theo’s jaw twitched and Liam continued to stare, not sure if he wanted to punch his face hard enough to break his jaw or kiss him even harder. Maybe even both. “I liked it, you liked it, so why should we stop?”

“Because if the others -” Theo began to say but Liam was having none of it.

“They won’t find out, I’m not saying we need to act any differently than before. We can just fuck sometimes too. If you need me to hide from everyone then I won’t even tell Mason, but don’t you dare try and spin this as some act of protecting me.”

That seemed to stop Theo from immediately running off. His expression was pensive as if he was weighing all the possible benefits and cons of this. “So we’d be what? Friends with benefits?”

“Yeah,” Liam shrugged, “I guess.”

“Yeah, okay,” He muttered, though Liam could tell from his tone that he thought this was a bad idea, “Friends with benefits.”

Liam smirked, “Can I suck your dick then?”

“Not in a high school locker room, that’s fucking disgusting.”

-

Surprisingly, Theo took Liam back to his apartment. 

Liam had only been inside the place a handful of times. Once when it was being set up and he’d been forced to help Theo build his Ikea furniture sets, then another two times were when he’d had to physically drag Theo home after a fight battered and beaten, and then finally there was time they’d thrown him a surprise birthday party. 

Theo had changed the locks after that time - annoyed that they’d entered without his permission.

It looked the same as it had any other time he’d been there, tidy and void of anything personal but there was a different energy in the air. 

Theo hung his coat on the hook near the door while Liam dropped his school bag and lacrosse gear onto the floor. “Should I -?” He began to ask, but the question died on his tongue when Theo pressed him into the wall from behind.

His hands left scorching touches along his hips where he danced his fingertips along his skin, pressing hard enough to leave small bruises that disappeared before his fingers had even lifted. Theo’s mouth pressed a few open-mouthed kisses along his neck before stopping to whisper in his ear. “You were saying?”

Liam swallowed, he couldn’t remember what he’d been about to ask just seconds before if he’d tried. Instead he pressed back with his hips into Theo’s hard body. He quickly found that Theo was already half-hard in his jeans and he swallowed heavily at the realization. 

A groan fell from Theo’s lips which vibrated along Liam’s pulse point, pulling a shudder from the base of his spine all the way up his back. “Change of plans,” the chimera said, “you can blow me another time, right now, I need to fuck you .”

The stairs up to Theo’s loft were not easy to climb on a good day, but trying to do so while also making out with someone and undressing one another at the same time was even harder. It was only by some miracle that they managed to fall onto the mattress together dressed in only their pants.

Theo was seated on the bed, his head tilted up as he kissed Liam who was straddling his lap. Being above the older boy gave Liam an idea; what was stopping him from being the top this time? Using his leverage from being above him, the beta pressed the man backwards into the mattress and pinned his hands above his head. 

He smirked into the kiss, satisfied with his easy victory, until his vision tilted as the entire world flipped. 

Liam was now on his back with Theo above him, but he didn’t seem as amused as Liam had been. “That was a cute attempt.” He began tracing down the various lines of Liam’s physique, dipping just low enough down his v-line to leave him wanting more before tracing his way back up.

He gave a small struggle against Theo’s one-handed hold, finding it surprisingly stronger than he expected. He was a real wolf, there was no logical reason why the chimera would be able to hold him down - yet he knew in his heart he was not going to be able to get out of it unless Theo wanted him to.

Theo smirked down as if Liam were just another animal fallen prey to his skills. “It’s not that I’m against bottoming, there’s just no way in hell I’ll ever miss out on a chance to be inside you again.”

He gulped before leaning his head back. Liam definitely would not complain about that, especially when it meant that there’d be plenty of other chances to convince him afterwards.

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There were a lot of places that Liam considered to be special, the field his stepdad taught him to play lacrosse on, the table in his kitchen where he and his mom would bake together were some - but wrapped up in Theo’s arms with his cock pounding in and out of him was quickly becoming his new favourite.

The best part was the versatility of it, they could fuck nearly anywhere - and they had.

Not one surface, wall, or piece of furniture in Theo’s apartment had been spared their christening. The same could be said about Liam’s bedroom and much of the rest of the house, at least whenever Jenna and David happened to be out. Even more, though it wasn’t his proudest moments, there’d been a few cases of them getting down in Theo’s truck in various locations around Beacon Hills.

And Liam wouldn’t have it any other way.

The last two months had been the happiest he’d been in a while, there’d been no supernatural activity, he was doing well in both school and lacrosse, and he and Theo were having sex nearly every day. 

Liam could not stress it enough: life was good.

That was at least until winter break rolled around.

-

“Get up. We need to change the sheets,” Theo ordered, walking in through the door of Liam’s bedroom like he owned the place.

Liam blinked up at the man, the textbook he’d been trying to read for the last hour sitting open in his lap on the same page that he’d originally started on. “What ever happened to hello? How are you?”

Theo turned and shot a glare so deadly Liam involuntarily gulped out of fear. “Scott texted, we’re having a pack dinner tonight at Melissa’s when everyone gets into town,” he explained, tossing all the laundry on Liam’s floor into a basket. Some of the clothes were his, others Theo’s. Things like sweaters and sweatpants had become communal for the two as of late, since it was easier to borrow clothes when something was ripped or stained during their time together than to go without.

Liam nodded, “Yeah I know,” he mumbled, closing the book over, “he’s only been talking about it for like two weeks.”

Theo froze mid-toss and turned to face him on the bed. “ You’ve known for two weeks?” Theo was flustered, his neck and ears burning red in anger, “and you haven’t been preparing?”

Now Liam was growing angry, he was used to Theo’s cryptic words and non-answers to most questions, but this was another layer of stupid. Was he mad because Scott had only invited him last minute?

Liam’s blank face must have been a dead give away that he wasn’t following because Theo sighed loudly. “ Liam, Scott is going to be able to smell me on you the second he crosses the county line.” He motioned to the bed, “so get up, we need to wash everything. ”

“He’s not gonna know that we’re fucking,” Liam whined, rolling over so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed before slowly rising to his feet. Liam casually strolled up behind the stressed man who was cursing softly under his breath as he sorted the laundry into piles based on colour. Liam absentmindedly wondered how he managed to look so intimidating while colour coordinating dirty clothes.

“For all Scott knows we could just be getting closer, like as friends.” Liam gently rubbed his hand along the small of Theo’s back hoping to soothe some of his worries.

“It won’t matter,” Theo mumbled, tossing one of Liam’s lacrosse hoodies into the colours pile, “they’ll kill me either way.”

Liam laughed lightly. “Not killing people is kinda Scott’s thing, y’know?”

“Literally shut up, Liam.”

“ Make me. ”

He knew he was playing with fire - but when it came to Theo, Liam was a master of knowing exactly which buttons to press to get what he wanted. Which was why when Theo turned around and shoved Liam back onto the bed with enough force to knock the air from his lungs, Liam grinned back up at him.

Theo slowly made his way to the mattress, taking his sweet time stalking up his prey before finally caging the younger wolf in with his strong thighs. Liam wanted to make a comment about it being a nice view, or about how Theo couldn’t keep his hands off of him - but it all died instantly on his tongue when a strong grip wrapped itself around his throat. Liam croaked in surprise, but Theo only pressed harder in response, cutting the sound off immediately.

“Hmmm,” Theo hummed, tilting his head as he watched the subtle changes to Liam’s facial expressions. It was hard not to feel like a specimen being studied when he got like this, Liam squirmed in discomfort both from a lack of oxygen and Theo’s watchful eyes. “You’re much better this way,” he finally concluded, smiling down at Liam, “you’re almost likeable when you’re quiet.” His grip slipped just slightly, and Liam gasped like a fish who’d just been tossed back into the ocean.

“I hate y-”

The grip on his neck retightened and Liam felt the muscles in his body involuntarily spasm all at once, his natural instincts attempting to kick in and defend himself as his airway was forcibly restricted. He managed to hold back though. If there was anyone he trusted enough to take him close to the edge but not kill him - it was Theo. Theo seemed pleased by this reaction and pressed him flat to the mattress so that he could loom over the smaller man. 

Black dots began to sprout into the edges of his vision and Liam wrapped a hand around Theo’s wrist in warning. He didn’t tug or pull at it, just loosely gripped the wrist while tears began to spring in the corner of his eyes. 

Only then did Theo ease up, reaching up to wipe the tears away with his knuckles while smiling mischievously down at him. “You like that, hm?” He whispered, gently brushing a stray hair from Liam’s forehead where it’d become matted with sweat. “You like knowing I could do it. That I could kill you.”

Liam gulped in a large breath of air, his chest quickly rising and falling as he tried to regain his composure. Theo watched him closely the entire time, his eyebrow cocked as he waited for an answer to his previous statement. When the younger boy finally nodded slowly, Theo’s expression darkened to something almost malicious.

A set of cold fingers found their way under the hem of Liam’s shirt and wasted no time in sliding up to pinch the hard buds of his nipples. Liam grit his teeth, trying hard to keep the mewl in his throat from bubbling up over. This of course only seemed to anger Theo more, as he pressed harder and twisted in a way painful enough that Liam had to blink more tears back from his eyes. He tried to press up with his hips, searching for any contact along his hard and leaking length, but Theo’s thighs had his own firmly pinned. The closest thing he got to any pressure on his cock was the gentle scratch of his cotton sweatpants. Liam jumped in surprise when the centre seam caught on the head, painfully reminding him of his lack of underwear. 

“Please,” Liam gasped, his pride flying out the window as the pads of Theo’s finger rubbed small soothing circles around the pert buds on his chest. He didn’t dare move his hands to give his confined dick any sort of relief - he knew better than to try that. Instead he held them firmly above his head, waiting to be told otherwise.

Theo grinned and leaned down so that he could bite small marks into Liam’s jawline. “So pretty when you beg,” he whispered huskily, so close to Liam’s ear that his breath felt scorching hot against Liam’s skin. Theo paused his ministrations for a moment so that he could properly strip Liam of his shirt, the younger doing as much as he could to help while still being trapped beneath Theo’s body.

Once the material was tossed to the floor, Theo reached back up with his hands to play with Liam some more, as if he were his new favourite toy. “I think I need to see you cry again though, this time for real.”

Liam whined, the sound catching in his throat causing a downright despondent wail. “Asshole,” he managed, before Theo’s hand returned to his throat to clamp down on his airway.

The chimera took his time, picking Liam apart meticulously by pinching, biting, choking, and licking just about everywhere on his body except for where he needed Theo to touch. Only when the sounds Liam was making became closer to sobs than to any real begging, did Theo finally relent. The front of Liam’s grey sweatpants had a wet mark from where his leaking cock had laid neglected for what felt like hours. It had probably only been minutes, but for Liam’s lust-fogged brain, it might as well have been years. The air felt hot around them, but Liam could tell exactly where the tears had left drying tracks running down his cheeks because they felt cooler than the rest of his skin.

Theo finally pulled the soiled pants down, freeing Liam’s length from its confines but did nothing further for it as he forcibly flipped Liam onto his stomach. “Come on,” he teased, lightly slapping one cheek, “up here so I can get you ready.”

Liam raised his hips and spread his knees eagerly. Prep had become easy for them over the last few months, Theo knew exactly how to work Liam open in no time at all. He held his body still as one lube soaked finger brushed his rim, and he pressed back greedily against the digit as it sunk in with no resistance.

“You’re still open a bit from yesterday,” Theo hummed approvingly, pressing in a second finger right away.

Liam bit down on the palm of his hand to keep from crying out. He noted mentally that the feeling felt more intense than usual, likely because he was so pent up from their longer than normal foreplay. Usually Liam would have something smart to say back to the other man, but every word in his vocabulary seemed to have abandoned him except for the desperate plea, “ More. ”

Theo chuckled, but granted the beta’s wish as he curled his fingers up to graze gently against his prostate. “There you go,” he grinned, his free hand coming down to push Liam’s back into a deeper arch. 

It didn’t take much more to open him up after that, Theo slipping in three fingers after a few more minutes spent teasing Liam’s hole. His thrumming heart and panting breaths nearly covered the sound of the condom wrapper being opened, so when he felt Theo lining up at his hole Liam baulked in surprise.

He was going to say something about not going too rough, but the words never made it past his tongue as Theo pressed inside. He wasted no time with easing Liam into it, pushing all the way to his hilt in one thrust. Liam cried out in shock at the sudden fullness, Theo felt hot and even more swollen than usual, stretching him open in new ways on his thick cock.

“Hurts,” Liam whined, but he made no effort to squirm away.

Theo grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head and yanked him upright. His head fell back to lay on Theo’s shoulder as his back made contact with his firm chest. “That’s the point, Li,” he chuckled before turning Liam’s head so that the corners of their mouths could mash together. 

Liam felt his heart flutter at the nickname. It was something new for them. For this. Whatever it was

A hand slowly snaked up Liam’s abs and chest, once again beginning to play with his already abused and sore nipples as Theo braced himself with one knee up and began to move. The pace was quick from the beginning, as if making up for all the time spent on foreplay.

When Theo pulled back from the kiss, he used his chin to push Liam’s head to face forward. “Look,” he ordered, and Liam obeyed.

The way they were on the bed had positioned them perfectly to be in full view of his full length mirror, giving Liam his first look at how absolutely fucked he looked. The tear lines on his face were still gleaming in the afternoon light, and his skin was red and raw, from his neck all the pay down to his flushed cock. Liam made a pathetic mewling noise and that’s when he caught Theo watching him in the mirror as well. When the chimera realized Liam was staring at his own expressions, he smirked. 

“You’re so gorgeous, Dunbar,” he praised. The hand that had been toying with his chest snaked back up to wrap loosely around his neck while Theo’s free hand snuck down to grip Liam’s poor neglected dick. “So pretty when you’re being fucked open on my dick.”

Liam gasped as Theo began to pump his hand in time with his thrusts. “It’s like you were just made for this,” he whispered into his ear. “Made for me. ”

He was nodding now, but barely listening as he chased his own release. Liam’s bones felt like putty, and had Theo not been there to keep him upright, he may have toppled over on the spot. “Theo-” he managed as his only warning.

Theo pressed down hard on both sides of Liam’s neck, cutting off the immediate blood flow to his brain just as he reached the peak. Liam’s vision went white as he came, he could feel his voice in his throat as he screamed but no sound reached his ears over the roar of his own blood and the tinney ringing noise that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere all at once.

When his vision did finally come back, he was lying on his side, head against his pillows, naked as the day he was born.

“Wha-” he tried to say, but his voice broke against the dry cotton feeling in his mouth.

Theo stumbled out of the hall, his skin smelling fresh like he’d showered. A look of relief washed over his features when he saw Liam awake. “I was starting to think maybe I did kill you,” he said, wading into the room in a pair of jeans, no shirt and a towel draped over his shoulders.

“You wish,” Liam muttered, his eyes fluttering closed again.

He did not get to relax for long though, as the sharp snap of a towel hitting his skin hard filled the air. Liam cried out in pain but was shushed by Theo grabbing his hair and dragging him out of the bed and onto the floor. “Nuh-uh,” he said warningly, “shower now. We only have like an hour till Scott and Malia are due to get to town.”

Liam groaned, “let’s just stay here-” 

“And have them all come looking for you?” Theo asked, as if the outcome was obvious. “Just go shower, I’ll get your sheets into the wash.”

Liam reluctantly got up, mumbling a string of curses the entire time as he made his way to the door. “You’re such an asshole,” he said, stopping to grab his phone off the charger on his desk and the fresh clothes Theo had laid out beside it.

“Must be rubbing off since I spend so much time inside yours.”

Liam flipped the chimera off without looking behind him as he left the bedroom.

-

The shower was nice, just what he needed to release that deep ache that seemed to have burrowed its way into his bones. When he’d finally stepped out, dripping wet onto the bath mat, he realized he’d been so out of it he’d missed his phone incessantly ringing against the marble counter of the sink.

Liam towelled off, staring at the caller ID as he did so.

Lydia

The call was sent to voicemail as he finished shaking the water from his hair. He figured there was no rush, after all, Lydia was on her way to town so he would be seeing her tonight after she landed. Nothing could be that urgent that it couldn’t wait another few hours - or at the very least until he finished drying off.

That was until the phone started buzzing again.

It was Lydia again, and suddenly a sense of ice cold dread filled Liam’s gut. Even in the warm bathroom fogged up from his hot shower, he shivered, then reached slowly for his phone.

“Lyds?” He asked, foregoing the usual greeting out of worry.

The other end crackled to life, Lydia’s voice immediately filling the line in a rushed panic. “Liam!” Her tone was panicked, nothing like her usual calculated and put-together self. Liam’s anxiety skyrocketed, it was never a good sign when Lydia was this freaked out. 

Usually it meant someone was going to die .

“What’s wrong?” His voice said, he placed the phone on speakerphone as he began to hurriedly dress himself on the off chance he had to rush off somewhere.

“Fuck, Liam,” she exclaimed, “I was watching this ad on my phone and all of a sudden it started showing you dying and then you weren’t picking up so I thought it was too late-”

Liam quickly cut her off. “Wait, you saw me dying?”

His heart was pounding hard. A banshee death prediction was definitely not something he needed added to his plate right now. He was already tied up with an anxious chimera who’s convinced his alpha is going to kill him for sleeping with him.

“Yes!” She shouted breathlessly. “I already called Scott and Stiles and filled them in, so Scott and Malia are stepping on it to get into town quickly. Stiles is trying to pull some strings with his bosses to get an emergency move up of his flight, and I’m on my way to the airport to figure it out.” She was speaking as if Liam was rapidly running out of time as they spoke. 

“Whatever you do, you cannot let Theo near you.”

Liam felt his ears twitch. “Theo?”

Lydia loudly exhaled into the speaker, not so much a sigh, but more her catching her breath from the previous word vomit. “Yes, Theo,” she confirmed. 

“Theo wouldn’t hurt me,” Liam insisted, trying to wrap his head around the thought.

Lydia clicked her tongue and he could picture her tilting her head in a way that just screamed ‘ oh really?’ “So then the vision I had where he was in your room choking you out on your bed was just… what then?”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

“Lyd-” he began to say but the words died in his throat. How the hell was he going to explain that one.

Thankfully, or maybe not, Liam wasn’t too sure right then - Theo chose right then to burst through the door. He had his phone in hand, opened to a series of texts with Scott and Stiles.

Seemed like everyone was getting on board with the idea that Theo was about to relapse into his murderous ways, and that his number one target is Liam himself.

“Lydia,” he said, this time a bit more desperately, “I know Theo would never kill me.”

Theo scoffed, quiet enough that she would not hear on the other end. “I might.”

Liam shot him a glare before clicking the mute button on his phone. Letting Lydia scream her panic ramblings into the open air. 

“This is crossing dangerously close to ‘dying for you’ territory,” Theo warned, crossing his arms. Though his relaxed body posture was all for show as the pounding thrum of his heart in his chest betrayed his nervousness.

“At least she didn’t see us fucking?” Liam offered. 

Theo rolled his eyes and glared at the werewolf. “Yeah, cause them thinking I’m gonna try and kill you is so much better.”

Liam’s pulse thudded loudly in his ears as he tried to figure out anyway to solve their newest problem. He may not have made Theo choke him, but he definitely encouraged it and was the original catalyst to them sleeping together. His eyes danced close to the phone on the counter and he sighed as he reached down to unmute it and cut Lydia’s freak-out off. 

“ Lydia, ” he said firmly, “I promise I’m fine, we can talk about it when you guys get here. There’s no need to go nuclear on this.” His thumb hit the end call button before the redhead could get a single word in. He turned back to Theo, “so we tell them we’ve been hooking up.”

Theo’s response was immediate. “No.” He stared at Liam as if he’d grown two heads. “Absolutely not. I am not getting murdered for taking poor sweet Liam’s innocence.” 

Now it was Liam’s turn to stare incredulously at the other man. “I was not innocent,” he scoffed, as if the mere idea offended him.

“That won’t matter to them,” Theo stated, which Liam of course knew in the pit of his stomach to be true. “In their minds you’re a sweet little virgin boy and I’m the asshole who corrupts anything good.” Theo rolled up onto the balls of his feet, a rare nervous tick of his that Liam hardly ever saw. “Or it’ll be ‘cause I took your first time with a guy, it doesn’t matter. They hate me and don’t need a reason to be upset.”

“I’m 18, legally an adult. They can get over it,” he said. He could feel the crushing weight of the graduates’ babying slowly pressing down on his shoulders again, as if ever step closer to Beacon Hills they got - the more control over him they held.

Theo scoffed and looked down at Liam’s phone which was still buzzing on the counter. “Even you know that won’t happen.”

Liam did know, the truth was a heavy rock in his stomach. He looked up at Theo, his anger beginning to bubble in his throat the more he thought about it. He couldn’t help it, the anger tended to just come and go as it pleased, especially when he was stressed. Theo took a sharp intake of air through his nose, likely smelling the sharp scent of his growing frustration and anger with the situation.

He couldn’t go back to the way they were before, not after everything he’d gotten to experience with Theo. There was no way anyone else could ever compare. He only wanted Theo.

That was when the bad idea formed in his mind. He distantly recalled when he’d first had the bad idea of asking Theo to fuck him. That had ended up being a good thing - so maybe this could be too.

“What if we tell them we’re dating then. They’ll still be mad but they probably won’t kill you if they think we’re in love or something.” Liam looked at the brunette hopefully before tacking on another, “probably,” to be safe.

The silence that followed was surprising. Liam had expected an immediate and resounding fuck no from him. Not quiet and contemplative silence. “You suck at lying, especially to Scott,” Theo finally said, “it would never work.”

“I can do this. I know I can.” Liam assured him, his voice firm and unwavering. 

Despite his confidence, Theo only shook his head at Liam. “You get hard if I so much as touch you, I’m telling you, Liam - you won’t be able to fool them into thinking we’re anything more than friends with benefits.”

Liam rolled his eyes, even if there was some truth to that statement, there still wasn’t much of a choice. They were wasting precious seconds as the graduates grew closer to the town, and if they didn’t have some type of story in order then Theo would be lucky if they let him leave town unharmed. “It’s this or your funeral,” Liam shrugged.

“I could still skip town.”

Liam growled immediately and reached out to grasp his wrist without thinking, as if Theo were about to up and leave right then and there. He hadn’t even thought about what he was doing, his body having moved on his own - surprising both him and Theo apparently. 

“See,” Liam quickly said, covering for his strange behaviour, “I can totally convince them that I’m in love with you.” He smiled at Theo, who just stared blankly forward at his face. It was as if he was trying to take in any minute facial twitch and listen for any abnormal heart beats to disprove his lies.

“Okay,” he finally said, though his tone did not sound all that confident. “ Fuck, okay. We’ll pretend to be in love.” There was something about the way he said it that almost made Liam want to question him, but he was too excited that Theo had agreed to one of his ideas to linger long on something as small as a tone change. It was unlikely that Liam would get any information out of him anyway, Theo kept his chemosignals locked up tight, and his heart rate even steadier.

Liam was buzzing with excitement while Theo looked like he’d just been asked what flowers he wanted at his own funeral. “Come on then, lover boy,” Theo said shaking his head, “we’ve got some people to convince that we’re in love.