Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)

1:20 Chazós

Warning: Dead body, mentions of dead bodies, sacrifices, panic attack, mentions of trauma

"I looked everywhere," Scott told Stiles. The two were getting dressed in the locker room for cross country. It was mandatory that the lacrosse team take part cross country. Which meant that the two boys had to run.

"It was like he just walked away, left his car, his dog," Scott continued.

Last night at the animal clinic, a paitent came in saying that his dog wouldn't eat his food. When he left, Scott and Deaton figured out what the dog had eaten. Mistletoe. Something you usually don't see mixed in with dog kibble. Scott went to go tell the owner before he left, but when he walked outside, the man was gone. Scott found the dog nearby and his car was still in the parking lot.

It was like he just disappeared.

"Okay, but was he like... could he have been a virgin, maybe? Did he look like a virgin? Did he look, you know, virginal?" Stiles asked, putting on his gray sweater.

The reason Stiles was asking this was because two nights ago, they had found Heather's body. And then there was the boy Lydia had found at the pool. And then in the morning, Stiles's dad had found a girl named Emily. They all had the same injuries. A bash to the head, a sliced throat and choked by a garrotte. They had been sacrificed. Because all three: Heather, Emily and the boy from the pool were virgins.

So naturally the boy was a little panicked.

"No, definitely not," Scott said. "Deaton makes me have sex with all his clients, it's a new policy." Scott let out a breathy laugh at his own joke. Stiles was not amused and looked ready to stab the werewolf with a wolfsbane knife. Scott sighed and dropped the smile. "No, I don't know if he was a virgin. And why are you talking about him like he's already dead? He's just missing."

"Missing and presumed dead," Stiles corrected. "Because he was probably a virgin, Scott. And you know who else is a virgin? Me, I'm a virgin. Okay, that means my lack of sexual experience is now literally a threat to my life. Okay, I need to have sex like right now! Some needs to have sex with me like today. Like someone needs to sex me right now!"

The locker behind the two boys slammed shut to reveal Danny Mãhealani, the lacrosse team's goalie. The boy's slightly coloured skin showed his Hawaiian heritage that was on display with the deep v-neck the boy wore. He had a duffle bag slung over his shoulders and a teasing smile on his face. "Alright, I'll do it," Danny said.

Stiles whipped around, a shocked look on his face. "W-what?" Stiles turned to Scott, made sure he heard right. The wolf had an equally shocked expression on his face.

"Come to my place at nine," Danny told Stiles. His eyes trailed up and down the boy's body before they returned to his face. "Plan to stay the night, I like to cuddle."

The two friends shared a look before Stiles turned back to Danny. "That is so sweet, are you kidding?" Stiles asked.

"Yes, I'm kidding," Danny exclaimed. He rolled his eyes and moved away from the two.

"Hey, you don't toy with a guy's emotions like that Danny, it's not attractive," Stiles called after him.

Scott chuckled and finished getting ready for the run. The door to the locker room opened and Isaac walked in. All six foot four of him. "Lahey," Coach Finstock said, not looking up from his clipboard. "Happy that you're here. Not happy you're late."

"Sorry Coach," Isaac said. He moved past the other players to his own locker, started getting ready for the run.

"I'll remind all of you, cross country is not optional for lacrosse players. I don't need you turning into a bunch of fat asses in the off-season," Coach announced. He turned to look at his team and saw as both Isaac and Danny took off their shirts, displaying their toned chests. "So, work on that."