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I'll Make You Believe Again

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Stiles Stilinski didn't do relationships.

He hadn't done them since his senior year of high school, when he decided he was tired of getting fucked over by the people that he liked. He had put so much time and effort into relationships, but it turned out people just didn't care about Stiles the way he cared about them. He was tired of giving his all when people didn't care about him enough to do the same.

Just because Stiles didn't date, though, did not mean he didn't have sex. Stiles loved sex, okay? After losing his virginity at sixteen, Stiles discovered that he was a very sexual person, and while he wasn't shameless, he didn't think that liking sex was anything to be ashamed of. It wasn't long before everyone knew that if you wanted a good fuck, you went to Stiles. He could show you a good time, as long as you didn't get attached. He'd fuck you, and he'd take care of your needs, but falling in love? No, thank you.

When they started college, Scott had tried to talk Stiles into having another relationship. Just one, Stiles, Scott had told him. You're in college now, and things are going to be different. People are going to be different.

So Stiles gave dating another shot. But then he found out that college kids were just as heartless as high school ones, and decided he wasn't going to put himself out there ever again. He just wasn't going to get hurt again.

Sure, love existed for people like Scott, who had been with Allison since their sophomore year of high school, or even for Lydia, who'd been dating Jackson even longer than that. But Stiles found out a long time ago that there was no such thing as a happily ever after.

At least, not for him.


Danny groaned as Stiles relaxed his mouth, shifting so he could take him deeper. Anybody who'd ever slept with Stiles knew his favorite part of sex was giving blowjobs. Sure, he liked receiving them, but he liked giving them more. He loved the fact that, even though he was the one on his knees, he was the one in control. He was the one who was in charge. The one who got to decide when, or even if, someone got to come. Edging, in particular, was Stiles' favorite.

Hollowing out his cheeks, he started bobbing his head in earnest and Danny reached out, gasping, clutching at Stiles' hair, pulling roughly. Stiles loved it when they were rough with him. He had a hard time getting off on the slow and sweet stuff - that kind of shit was for Hollywood - but when they were rough with him, God, it was so much better. It made him hard like nothing else.

"Fuck, so good," Danny moaned out, pulling at Stiles' hair again. Stiles let out a moan of his own as he continued to suck, wet and sloppy, just like Danny liked.

"Pull off, Stiles," Danny gasped urgently, "or I'm gonna come. I'm not ready to come yet." Stiles pretended to consider it - because he was nothing if not an asshole - before licking a stripe up Danny's cock one more time before getting off his knees to kiss him. Their tongues slid together and Stiles moaned into it.

Stiles didn't really want to kiss, though. He was prepped and plugged and ready to go.

Reaching into the table beside the couch, Danny pulled out the lube, smirking before twisting Stiles' plug slowly, pulling it out. Stiles groaned as Danny slicked up his fingers, opening him up. He was already wet, slick, but Danny always liked to make sure. He was one of the most attentive lovers Stiles had ever had, and he really appreciated that about him.

Once Stiles was ready, Danny rolled a condom down his length, slicking it up, and waited for Stiles to position himself above him.

Stiles slid down on his length slowly, groaning as Danny finally filled him; it just felt so damn good. While Stiles was a fan of topping, he also really loved the sensation of being filled. He could never get enough.

After giving himself a moment, he started moving, riding Danny earnestly, knowing exactly how to make Danny writhe underneath him. Leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss, Stiles smirked as Danny's breath stuttered and his hands flew to Stiles' waist.

"Shit, so good," Stiles breathed, breaking the kiss, earning a bitten off moan from Danny. "You feel so fucking good inside of me."

"Please tell me you're close," Danny grit out, reaching up, starting to stroke Stiles' cock in time with each thrust, planting his feet firmly on the floor as Stiles started riding him harder.

"So, so close," Stiles said, frowning and smacking Danny's hand away, taking himself in his hand, stroking faster. It was better that way; getting himself off was always better. Letting out a strained "Fuck," he spilled over his hand, grinning when Danny lost it, coming almost immediately after him.

Giving himself a few minutes to breathe, Stiles watched as Danny took Stiles' fingers in his mouth, cleaning the come off of them, and Stiles could feel his cock trying to get hard again. Fucking refractory period.

After a few moments, he got up and heard Danny throw the condom towards the wastebasket as he started to get dressed.

"You going to Laura's party tonight?" Danny asked, taking a few breaths, as he took a drink of the water from the bottle that was on the end table.

Stiles nodded, throwing his shirt on. "Yeah. I wasn't sure if I wanted to or not, but Lydia asked me to be there. You know I can't disappoint her."

Danny laughed. "You've always had a soft spot for her. But she has the right idea. Everyone knows that your party isn't a success unless Stiles Stilinski shows up." Danny reached over to the other side of the couch to gather up his own clothes. "I swear to God, Stiles, it's like they follow you around like you're the fucking messiah or something."

Stiles laughed, "Yeah, I guess. It isn't my fault, though."

There were a few moments of silence before Danny said, "As much fun as this thing we have is, I've decided I want to ask Isaac out. Is that going to bother you?"

Stiles shook his head, "You know that I want you to be happy, dude. If you and Isaac get together, then great. I'd be happy for the both of you."

Danny nodded, "Cool."

Danny knew what didn't need to be said. Everyone knew that if you were in a relationship, Stiles wouldn't fuck you. He may have slept around and he may have had casual sex, but he refused to break up relationships or help anyone cheat. Even he had standards, okay? And while he slept with people who were in open relationships, it wasn't something he did often.

After he was dressed, Stiles looked at Danny before running his fingers through his hair. "I'm going to kiss you one last time. Is that okay?"

Danny nodded, and Stiles broke out into a grin before leaning down and capturing Danny's lips. Danny was such a good kisser, and Stiles loved kissing him. Well, kissing was an activity that Stiles liked all together, but he liked kissing Danny because he was just so damn responsive.

Breaking the kiss, Stiles looked at Danny. "I need to go. I promised Laura I'd help her set up."

"Okay," Danny said. "It's been fun, Stilinski."

"Yeah, it definitely has. And if Isaac says no, you're always welcome to look me up for some more fun."

"I'll definitely do that," Danny laughed.


Stiles had known the Hales for a long time. Being from Beacon Hills, a small town where everyone knew everyone, of course he knew them. He was in the same grade as Cora and Malia, after all. But when he was sixteen, Scott was bitten by a rogue alpha, and Talia had taken them under her wing and accepted both of them into her pack. Stiles had always felt like, because he was human, he wouldn't be welcomed, but Talia had sat him down and explained that human members of a wolf pack are extremely vital members - they helped the wolves hold onto their humanity.

It had been a long time since Talia had taken a beta into her pack that wasn't family, but since Beacon Hills fell under Hale Territory - which meant it was her responsibility to protect and care for the land - she had extended the invitation for Scott to join their pack. At first, it was weird for them, but they soon started to learn how to trust one another and learned how to function as a whole. Stiles had always thought it was a little strange, the way that wolf packs worked; they weren't necessarily family, not always, but they functioned like one.

Very quickly, Talia became like a second mother to both Scott and Stiles. Even though he and Melissa had grown close after Claudia's passing when he was young, being around Talia and the rest of the pack was just like being around an extension of his own family. It just felt right.

What he didn't like about being a part of the Hale pack, however, was Derek. Sure, Derek was hot as hell, but he was smart - a lot smarter than Stiles - and that made him act like he knew everything. Stiles hung around with Laura and Cora the most, with them becoming close friends quickly. Derek, however - Stiles didn't care for him. He didn't care for the way he flaunted his intelligence, and maybe he didn't do it on purpose, but it grated on Stiles' nerves, and got old really fast.

The three Hale siblings and Malia had all ended up renting a house together. When the pack had decided to go to college, they had all applied to UC Berkeley and got in. They didn't want to split up to go to college, and Beacon Hills was only about four hours away, so they got their independence without being too far away. But since they got along really well with one another and decided it'd just be easier to share the living space, and split the cost. They all had jobs and so it wasn't a hardship to afford the rent. As Stiles drove the Jeep to the house the younger Hales shared with one another, he got lost in his thoughts.

It happened every now and again. Since getting older, his ADHD had gotten better, but he still had his bad days. And with Danny bringing up his wanting to date Isaac, Stiles' mind was venturing to a place that he didn't want it to, but he couldn't help it.

His very last relationship, the one he'd had when he first entered college, had been a nightmare. He had thought she was safe, considering he had known Heather since they were in diapers. Their mothers had been best friends, so they were around one another quite a bit when they were kids, and even after his mother died, Heather and her mom still came around to see him and his dad every once in a while. He figured it was safe, that she'd be safe. He figured if he could trust anyone with his heart, it'd be her.

Boy, was he ever wrong. They went on a few dates, he'd gotten attached, and then after they'd had sex a few times, she told him that while it'd been fun, she just wasn't the relationship type. She'd explained to him, of course, It's not you, it's me, but that was the oldest line in the book. And even though it was the oldest line in the book, it still made Stiles feel like shit.

It had been then, all the while feeling down on himself and feeling heartbroken, that he'd decided there was no such thing as true love. True love was just some fairy tale bullshit that was made up to sell books and movies to those sappy romantic types. But Stiles knew better.

As he parked the Jeep, cutting the engine, he stayed sitting there for a moment. He had gotten himself all worked up just thinking about Heather, and he needed a moment to calm himself down before he went into a house full of werewolves who could smell everything he was feeling. He took a few deep breaths, trying to steady his nerves, and when he felt his heart stop thudding so fast in his chest, he pushed open the Jeep door and made his way up and into the house.

Cora was in the living room messing around with sound equipment, and Malia was helping her when he looked into the arched doorway. He heard Laura call from the kitchen to the left, "Stiles? Is that you?"

He spun to face the doorway, and popped his head around the frame, grin already plastered in place. "One and the same."

"I thought you'd never get here," Laura said, wiping her hands off on a dishtowel. "What took you so long?"

Stiles made a face, and checked the clock on the wall. "It's five o'clock, Laur," he said. She nodded.

"I know," she said, walking over to the counter to start preparing something else, "but the party starts at six. And you know some people don't know how to tell time and will show up early, which means they'll be here soon. I gotta make sure everything is ready before then."

Stiles nodded, "Definitely."

Laura took one whiff of the air and then smiled at him. "How was Danny?"

Stiles just laughed. A lot like him, Laura had no shame. She was very open and honest about sex, and even though it made some people nervous to be around her, Stiles embraced it. It was nice to be around someone that seemed to really understand him and didn't judge.

"It was great, Laur," Stiles said. It was then that he heard the groan come from the living room.

"Seriously, Stiles? I don't think we need a play by play of your sexcapades," Cora yelled. Stiles just laughed.

"Well, at least let me help you, Laura," Stiles said, changing the subject. "I can help you set everything up so it's all ready when you are."

"Great," Laura said. "That would be simply amazing."

Stiles nodded, "Well, then, let's get started."