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Theo.

He was in class, transcribing the teacher’s lecture as a way to keep his mind occupied, when he heard his name. It wasn’t spoken in the room. His name was a new tune in that voice, uttered in a singsong tone that sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

Sitting upright, he raised his hand.

Theeeeoooo.

“Yes, Theo?”

“May I use the restroom?” He was going to leave the room regardless of the answer, but better to pretend permission mattered. Luckily, he didn’t have to go against his teacher’s wishes, didn’t have to explain receiving detention, or have one of the humans recruited to play his parents call the school. He got to his feet, stumbling a little in his haste, and made his way to the hall.

What a good boy you are, Theo. The words were a taunt directed at his request for permission, but Theo also understood them to be a guide to where Stiles waited for him.

He rushed down the hall and slipped quietly out the back door, his stomach doing an excited flip when he saw Stiles leaning casually against the brick wall behind the school. His hair stuck up in all directions. Dark circles ringed his eyes. His gaze lifted languidly, transitioning from inspecting his fingernails to scrutinizing Theo. As the eyes ran over him slowly, he knew Stiles - the nogitsune - was using more than sight to assess his ever-willing prey. Hearing would grasp the unsteady rhythm of the heart inside him, the catch in his breath. Scent would seize on the anticipation, the excitement, the rapidly growing arousal.

“You’ve been waiting for us,” Stiles commented, pushing off the wall and stepping closer. The nogitsune circled Theo slowly, and for once, the chimera wasn’t bothered by not being the most powerful presence in the space he occupied. He relished it. The nogitsune stopped behind him, leaning in close, so close that Stiles’ lips almost brushed against his neck. He inhaled deeply and gave a hum of approval. Theo’s lips parted to let out a shaky breath.

“You have never taken pain from a single soul, have you?” Stiles’ hand drifted down Theo’s arm as his lips ghosted across his ear. “You could, if you really wanted to, but you don’t, do you? Not even precious little Jenny’s.” He tutted disapprovingly as he circled back to stand in front of Theo. “That’s not very nice, now is it?”

An eyebrow on Stiles’ face arched, and Theo realized he was waiting for an answer. “Do you care?”

That got a smirk, and the nogitsune stepped closer, crowding Theo against the wall. “Not one bit. And I’ll tell you why.” Stiles’ fingers walked slowly up Theo’s torso before his palm pressed flat against his chest. Right where his heart belonged. “Because you hold more pain, more strife, more chaos inside of you all on your own than we ever could have convinced Scott to take. An all-you-can-eat buffet of misery walking around in the skin of a teenage boy. Delicious.” He pressed closer to Theo, and the chimera could feel that his body was reacting just as much as Theo’s. “And do you want to know the best part?”

Theo nodded, unable to speak.

“Stiles is salivating for this just as much as I am. Maybe even more.” He leaned in close, lips close to Theo’s as he rolled his hips forward, and a moan was yanked from Theo’s throat. At the same time, Stiles’ hand cupped the side of his neck. The feeling was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Hot and cold rushed through his veins all at once. His entire body tensed. Tears inexplicably sprang to his eyes. With a longing and desperation that he couldn’t account for, he slid his arms around Stiles, fingers curling tightly in the back of his shirt. Stiles’ head dropped against Theo’s shoulder with a moan as he pulled wave after wave of pain from him. Theo wasn’t even aware his orgasm was building until it slammed into him. He clung tightly to Stiles, grinding desperately against him. He didn’t stop. Even when he was oversensitive, he kept going until the nogitsune growled his own orgasm.

Hips gradually slowed to a stop, and Stiles pulled back, a lazy grin on his face. “We should’ve come to you first,” he murmured, eyes raking slowly over Theo’s body. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back.”

Stiles stepped away slowly and gave Theo a wink before sauntering off. He left behind a lightness, a numbness that settled deep inside Theo, hollowing him out even further. There was almost nothing left in Theo. Almost. With his promise, Stiles, gorgeously void Stiles, left one thing: an insatiable hunger, a desperate yearning for the next time.