Chapter Eight

"Stiles I think the controller I gave you is broken..." Roy mumbled, his face screwed up in obvious confusion.

I sighed.

"What does Y do? I keep clicking it on accident..."

"What? You don't need to click Y? Try to go left and right!"

I groaned. "Roy the controllers not broken I don't know how to use this shit!"

Roy looked at me in amazement, as though my lack of knowledge on the game came as some sort of a shock to him. That seemed strange to me. To my own reflection I thought I looked pretty savage, somewhat earth bound yet not earth born.

What rogues play video games?

"Roy can we do something else?" I sighed as I finally laid the controller on the floor.

I should have known he was into video games, what teenage boys weren't? Me and Roy had pretty much only one thing in common, heartbreak. Yet it was enough to make me feel at such ease with him I allowed him to invite me over to his after only three days of meeting the guy. I didn't usually like the idea of entering someone elses house. The way the door closed behind me, it always made me nervous. I felt trapped pretty quickly.

But I had this secure feeling around Roy. Not secure as in I felt he would be able to protect me, but secure as in he would not be able to hurt me.

If your a werewolf you'll know the feeling of edginess you can get around humans. Like they must have some trick up their sleeve to feel so confident around you.

But he just seemed so open.

If I'm honest it had been fun to watch Roy delve into the game as though it were a fight for his life and be continuously surprised when I somehow managed to kill myself or kill my own teammates and fall off the pirate ledge. He had this angelic look on his face that allowed every thought processed in his mind to be expressed as a clear expression. Something that might be more commonly associated with girls but those dark eyebrows and his over all appearance and character still retained the male qualities I liked in a boy.

There was something nice about his character.

It seemed somehow honest to me.

He pouted. "I'll get you another controller!" Oh boy here we go.

I watched as he got up, wiping his leg of Doritos crumbs before getting on his knees and twisting round the large cardboard box of what I assumed was school work, to reach under his bed for the necessary box of xbox equipment.

That was the first thing I noticed about his room. Everything was in boxes. At first I had questioned whether he may have recently moved, or whether he intended to move. When I asked him however he simply replied with some slurred mumble containing the words 'mom' and 'ocd'. I got the point.

I watched him try to reach right to the back to get to the box. He had taken it out earlier and practically thrown in back under. It seemed to me as though he didn't want his mom to find the box, but I heard those with ocd had a problem with wires.

Dang though. He had a nice ass. And those loose sports shorts really hugged him in all the right places. I took a sip out of the can of coke he had fetched me previously, my eyes still shamelessly molesting him.

I almost choked when I saw him jump and wriggle his cute plump ass back out from under the bed as fast as he can. His face flustered and frightened, his hair had completely changed direction.

"There's a spider!" He squeaked.

I looked at him surprised. He was the color of paper because he saw a spider? That all? I almost thought I absentmindedly grabbed his ass.

I heard scuttling.

I pulled the bed out a bit, got on the bed and reached down the side. Clenching my fist around one small struggling creature.

He gasped as I approached him.

"Stiles please get that away from me!"

I grinned, closing my fist tight, crushing the thing.

I wiped my hand on a tissue and tossed it away in the bin.

"Yikes I can't believe you just did that." He murmured, wide eyed.

I chuckled. "I find it hilarious that surprises you more than my being a werewolf."

He laughed. "Or being gay."

"Or being gay. Speaking of which, nice ass." I smirked, sitting down cross legged beside him. Not a shred of emotion in my monotone voice.

He blushed, his face bursting in color. I could tell from that he missed the complements. I knew the feeling. It's like missing something you never had but feel like you deserved, which you did deserve. I should be with my mate right now, I should be flirting with him. But that kind of attention I would only get from others, because love doesn't always draw the best from people.

"You said you wouldn't flirt with me!"

"I said I wasn't flirting with you. Not that I wouldn't. And as I recall you said I was out of your league so why aren't you jumping at the chance to jump on me?"

I saw his face redden, if possible. His ears were red now.

He opened his mouth a couple times, then shut it. Confusion flitting across his face. "I d-d-don't know what to say.." He admitted.

"Ask me for a back and leg massage." I grinned. "I'd whip out the scented oils."

He gaped. "S-Stiles, why are you flirting with me!"

"Well you try looking at a cherry ass in your face and keep your self from sharing all the sexual innuendos that come to mind."

"No! I-I mean you have a mate! I-... I have a mate!"

I shook my head.

"My mate is dead to me." I said, no emotion evident in my voice. Yet it hurt more to say it than I let show. It was one thing to think it, and another to admit it. "And so should yours be to you."

I could almost see the sorrow hang in the air around him as he faced his feet.

"He-... He is... But the idea of being with others only makes it harder... The idea that doing something like that would hurt me and yet he would go around whoring himself out without giving me a second thought... It's complicated..."

"No." I said. "I get that. But I've resigned to my fate and I wasn't going to go out this world a virgin and with a lifestyle like mine you don't know when someones going to rip your throat out in your sleep."

I threw the empty coke can into the trash bin beside the door. "Besides. The full moon makes me go through heat, I ain't gonna stay home and shiver and cry because some son of a bitch wanted me to have a vagina!" I spat.

He looked up at me wide eyed.

"Heat?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. About to ask how the hell he didn't know what it was before he continued.

"That thing were you get really... Were you get... H-h-hot?"

I nodded. Smirking at how cutely he phrased it. "Yep, were try to go to sleep at seven o'clock because the raging hard on in your pants is killing you and you know if you try to relieve yourself you'll end up thinking of him." I could practically feel him heat up beside me but I continued. "Where your skin burns and you think you must have inhaled some kind of drug."

He looked at me.

"You know what I mean?"

He nodded.

"How do you get through it? Your only human, you can't just sleep around, you might get infected with something and die. I think. You guys have really bad immune systems right?"

"U-um..." He stuttered, like he didn't know hoe to answer the question. "I would get in the tub... Get in the tub and um... Lay there... In cold water... For as long as it took..."

I sighed. "Yeah that doesn't work for me. I bathe in cold water, I've gone into the lake in the middle of winter."

"So you sleep around?"

"Yes."

"But doesn't... Doesn't that make you feel... K-kind of d-dirty?"

"Yes." I admitted. "I do what I gotta do."

"Is there really no other way?"

"No." Then I froze. I leaned down and took his hand. He looked up at my wide eyed. "Unless..." I grinned.

"Yes?" He answered. The wariness evident.

"Unless we shack up every full moon!"

"W-w-what?!"

"You heard me!" I grinned.

"No-o!"

"Come on Roy! Two rejects going through heat during the full moon? You'd rather sit in a tub of ice water and feel your spine realign than take this chance?"

He went silent.

"I-I-I can't!"

I groaned and let his hand go, slumping back.

I could see his hand twitch towards mine, like he didn't want us to end contact, but if that was true why was he rejecting my offer?

"Why?"

He held a steady silence for a while, one that was killing me inside before he finally blurted out what was on his mind. "I'm virgin!"

I nodded. "So?"

"A-a-and afraid..."

"Roy are you scared of taking it or giving it?"

His cheeks tinged at my boldness.

"T-taking."

"Then you can top me."

He looked at my wide eyed. "Really?"

He sounded surprised. I nodded.

"But I'm shorter than you..."

"Yeah I'm pretty sure that's not how it works. Look all you need to do is show up at my home during the full moon, the effects of the heat will do the rest. I promise you you'll barely remember anything anyway."

He thought about it for a minute.

And suddenly his face was inches from mine and his lips where cuddling with mine. I barely even registered the warmth before he pulled away. But I caught the look Roy gave me before he turned away and blushed at his own brash moves.

And I knew he had sealed the deal.

Take that Castus.

I hope you felt that kiss like I felt you breaking your vows.