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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Liam_Dunbar/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Liam_Dunbar, Scott_McCall_(Teen_Wolf)
  Additional Tags:
      Prompt_Fill, Tumblr_Prompt, Smut, Stiam_-_Freeform, Bottom_Stiles
      Stilinski, Light_Bondage, Unorthodox_anger_management
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-29 Words: 4557
****** Stiles' Unorthodox Anger Management Program ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Scott's noticed Liam is more easily angered lately. After a mishap at
     Lacrosse practice, he employ's Stiles' help to train Liam from
     getting mad since he refuses to take his IED medication.
     Based on a prompt from Tumblr.
Notes
     So, I was surfing the prompts on Tumblr for a one-shot to do and this
     one caught my attention. I don't normally write smut, but I figured
     if others can be shameless in writing it, then so can I. Hopefully
     this is what they wanted, though. :)
      
     If you don't like smut, or don't like Stiam, then go. Turn back now
     and run like the wind, because this fic wasn't written for you. If
     you do like smut, then I hope this is to your standards. I'm not
     quite sure where I stand on the writing more smut front, but I was
     pretty sure as I was writing this that I could create a horcrux when
     I was finished. Somehow Stiles turned incredibly kinky, but it makes
     for a few good chuckles!
See the end of the work for more notes
Scott kept his eye on Liam at all times; as his alpha, he had to. When he bit
Liam to save him, he knew that taking responsibility for the new wolf would be
a repercussion of it, but then he found out about his Intermittent Explosive
Disorder. IED was definitely not something that mixed well with lycanthropy, as
Stiles was exceedingly quick to point out, but Liam seemed to have been getting
better at controlling his outbursts. But something has been on the young beta's
mind lately. Scott could feel it, but he wasn't quite sure if it was really his
place to pry.
And then he stormed up to Greenberg, yanked the helmet off of his head, and
punched him in the nose hard enough that Coach could hear the 'crunch' on the
other side of the field.
"Are you blind or just a fucking idiot, Greenberg?!" Liam shouted as he stood
over his fallen teammate, "I swear, if you don't learn how to pass a damn ball
properly then the next time I'll pass my foot up your dirty, smelly a--"
"Ho-ho! Okay, buddy!" Stiles intervened with a nervous chuckle as he ran up to
Liam and patted his shoulder. He grimaced at Greenberg's bloody nose and winced
apologetically, "You'll have to forgive him, Greenberg. He's..." he paused to
look at Liam, "well, he's just had a bad day."
"No, I haven't," Liam denied before he gestured to Greenberg, "he's just an
idiot."
"Yeah, and so are you if you've never heard of the term, 'lawsuit', buddy,"
Stiles whispered into his ear before he steered Liam away from Greenberg and
toward Scott.
Letting out an exasperated sigh as he spotted his alpha, Liam rolled his eyes
and shook his head, "Look, I don't need some lecture stuffed with platitudes,
alright? I just... I can't take my meds until after practice, so my IED's got
me a little on edge."
"You call that 'a little'?" Stiles retorted in skepticism before he looked to
Scott, "I don't think this is going to work," he said as he waved his hands
around Liam, "not if he's going to Hulk out everytime someone does something he
doesn't like."
"It's not like I want to be this way!" Liam snapped before he closes his eyes
and took a deep breath.
Scott cocked his brow as his eyes lowered from Liam's face to his tightly
clenched fists. He scowled sympathetically before he gently patted his beta's
arm, "Liam, why don't you go cool off in the showers, alright?"
The young wolf opened his eyes and nodded to his alpha before he dropped his
head shamefully and headed off for the locker room. Scott turned to watch him
walk away, waiting until he was out of earshot before he said, "I'm worried
about him."
"Yeah," Stiles replied with a soft scoff, "you and anyone else with a nose--
which is everybody."
"Can you talk to him?" Scott asked as he turned back around to look at his best
friend pleadingly, ignoring his sarcasm. He bit back a sigh as he continued,
"I'd do it, but I think I've run out of things to say."
"Why does it have to be me?"
"Remember when I first became a werewolf and I couldn't control the shift? You
taught me how to."
"Yeah, Scott, but that was because your wolf enhanced your responsiveness to
anger; we're talking about a disorder here. Remember how pissed you felt when
your wolf was trying to take control? Yeah, well that's probably Liam whenever
his IED kicks in--werewolfitude aside," Stiles replied as he crossed his arms
over his chest.
"Please, Stiles?" Scott quietly begged as he turned on the puppy eyes, "I don't
care what you do--just help me help him, please."
The two of them had a stare-off for a couple of minutes before Stiles finally
closed his eyes and huffed out a sigh of resignation, "Fine, I'll do it. I'll
Obi-Wan your PMS wolf pup."
"He doesn't have PMS..."
"Yeah, yeah," Stiles muttered as he walked off toward the locker room before he
shouted back to Scott, "Tell Coach I'm not feeling well!"
 
"Liam..." Stiles called out in a singsong voice as he entered the locker room,
"you still in here?" He scanned each aisle of lockers as he made his way to the
showers. When he rounded the corner, he was met with the sight of Liam's
backside. His jaw dropped slightly as his lips formed an 'o', his eyes watching
the water cascade down the werewolf's muscled back and into the cleft of his
buttocks.
Liam slowly turned the water off and grabbed the towel he placed nearby, drying
his hair with it before he wrapped it around his waist and turned to look at
Stiles. He spoke calmly, "I'm fine now. I don't... I don't need you guys
stalking me every second."
"I'm not stalking you," Stiles replied as he crossed his arms, "but we can't
always be around to intervene when you flip out, either." When Liam didn't
respond, he sighed and continued, "When Scott became a werewolf, I taught him
how to control his heart rate so he wouldn't shift uncontrollably."
Liam scoffed gently, "And you think that's what my problem is?"
"No, but it's part of it." Stiles scratched the back of his neck, "Get dressed;
I'm taking you to my place."
"There's nothing you can do that will help me control it," Liam countered
before he uttered under his breath, "I'm a lost cause."
Stiles walked up to him and put his hands on Liam's damp shoulders, "Look at
me," he said quietly, waiting patiently for the younger teen to follow his
order. When he finally did, Stiles looked directly into his eyes and said, "A
cause is only lost when people give up on it."
Liam clenched his jaw then cleared his throat, "Well, thanks, but...," he
rubbed some of the water away from his nose, "do you mind continuing this
conversation when I'm less nude?"
Stiles rolled his eyes as he walked back toward the lockers and took a right
towards the door. He paused in his tracks, his eyes widening with glee as his
lips curved into a maniacal grin. Of course, why didn't he think of it before?
He craned his head in Liam's direction and called out, "Hey, Liam? Why don't
you just finish practice and get Scott to drop you off at my place? I've got a
couple errands I need to run?"
"I can just ride with," Liam said from behind him, making Stiles jump and back
up clumsily into the row of lockers behind him.
"Are you--holy crap--," Stiles took a second to calm down from his near heart
attack before he replied, "It's...kind of personal?"
Liam nodded with an understanding shrug, "Kay."
Stiles smirked before he left, the plan already forming perfectly in his mind.
He just needed to get things set up...
 
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About an hour and a half later, Stiles was spinning in his computer chair with
a dull look on his face. He hadn't thought about getting it done so quickly and
now he was bored. At least Scott should be bringing him by any minute now, but
he supposed it could be worst. Although his genius plan was beginning to look a
little murky...
"Stiles?!" Liam called out as he entered the house.
"Upstairs!" Stiles called back as relief flooded his features. Alright, so now
all he had to do was dig a little and then steer Liam into a massively angry
rage--or try to, if his plan worked.
Liam smiled as he entered the bedroom, "So, Scott told me the details of how
you trained him." His smile faded in concern, "You're not...going to pelt me
with balls, are you?"
Stiles snickered and shook his head, "No, not yet anyway; we're going to focus
on your IED. You do well controlling it most of the time, but if you're going
to skip your medication to play then you need to know how to control it in
escalated situations."
"So, what are we going to do?"
Stiles shrugged, "I think you don't give yourself enough credit. You're a
fighter, Liam, but you keep letting it win. Someone once told me, 'if you're
going through hell, keep going.'."
Liam narrowed his eyes, "Pretty sure I said 'no more lectures'."
"I'm not going to lecture, dude." His friendly smile faded as he stood up from
the chair and walked around Liam to shut the door. He sneakily poured the
mountain ash out of the small pouch in his hand along the doorway, sealing the
room shut--to Liam, anyway.
"Uh, what're you doing, Stiles?" Liam asked as he turned around to face him,
missing Stiles slipping the empty pouch into his pocket.
"Sealing you in so you can't get out," he replied nonchalantly before he spared
Liam a look over his shoulder, "Can't risk a pissed off werewolf running around
town in broad daylight."
"You're locking yourself in with me...to piss me off?"
"Oh, I'm not locked in; just you," Stiles replied with a grin. "But, like I
said before, you don't give yourself enough credit. When you start feeling
angry, you need to find something to distract your mind, to physically vent it
out."
"That's why I play lacrosse."
"You can't play lacrosse twenty-four hours a day," Stiles countered wth an eye
roll. "Why do you have to be so serious all the time? You need to get laid." He
considered the thought and nodded in agreement with it, "Yep, that's your
problem."
"Wait, what?" Liam furrowed his brow as the scent of arousal filled his
nostrils. His pupils dilated slightly before he shook it away. He slowly cocked
an eyebrow, "Stiles? You're freaking me out."
"So soon? Gee, if that's all it takes, we've got our work cut out for us,"
Stiles grimaced sarcastically with a chuckle as Liam's brow furrowed. He
reached behind himself and opened the door, just to be on the safe side.
As the two began to circle around the room, Stiles smirked again and said, "You
won't hurt me, not unless you go wolf." His smirk fell as he watched Liam's
chest start to rise and fall more rapidly, his face already starting to glisten
with sweat. It wasn't anger that triggered his IED; it was a trigger response,
like a defense mechanism of sorts.
Stiles walked up to Liam and grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands down from
the sides of his head. Liam didn't seem to register that Stiles was right in
front of him as he shook his head and growled through clenched teeth, "Let me
out..."
Stiles chewed on the inside of his cheek in hesitation before he threw all
caution to the wind and kissed him. He probably could have found a better
tactic to test his theory, but time was limited. Thank God Lydia did it to him
first.
Liam's breathing froze as he closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss for a
second before he pulled away and whispered, "What the hell, Stiles?"
"It's a panic attack. Did you always have IED?"
Liam shook his head slowly, "No, not until my Dad..."
Stiles ran a hand through his own hair as he blew out a breath and said, "You
attribute anger to your dad, so your brain automatically slips into panic mode
to alert you, but then it's also forcing you to see red pretty quickly, right?"
"I guess, but I'm still pretty pissed." Liam crinkled his nose, "And your
apparent arousal is reeking up the air."
Stiles shrugged as he gestured to Liam's crotch, "You're not looking that far
off from it yourself. I told you, you needed to get laid-- especially if it
only takes a kiss to get you going."
Liam sighed as he smelled another wave of arousal and softly growled, "What are
you trying to do?"
Stiles smirked as he reached for the hem of Liam's shirt and pulled it over his
head, then leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'm offering you a chance to
get your anger out in a much more fun way than beating somebody into a pulp. If
you don't want to, however, well, I guess I understand."
Liam's eyelids fluttered as his own arousal began to pique from all of the
chemo signals that Stiles was giving off. He looked at him and sputtered,
"Wait, you're for real?"
Stiles nodded, "It doesn't leave this bedroom, though." From past experience,
he knew that Liam's wolf was subconsciously giving off pheromones to increase
Stiles' level of arousal, but by this point he didn't care if it meant he would
make progress with Liam.
He leaned in and locked lips with Liam again as his hands lightly trailed
around his abdomen, eliciting a moan from him before he shook his head and
said, "Stiles, I don't think--"
"Don't think, Liam," he replied as his hand ghosted down and grazed against his
swollen bulge. He leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to fuck
your brains out 'til you can't distinguish one emotion from the other--and
you're going to use your anger to wear my ass out."
He gently pushed Liam onto the bed before he undid his jeans and slid them off,
allowing the werewolf's ever-swelling organ to perk up, tenting his boxers.
Stiles started to suck on Liam's neck, eliciting more groans from him as he
inched his way down, his left hand gently stroking Liam's member through his
boxers the whole time.
"F-fuck, Stiles!" Liam groaned out as his breathing deepened, "please, don't
stop now."
"Oh, I don't plan to," he chuckled in response as his mouth reached Liam's
crotch. Stiles' head dipped down as he widened his mouth and locked his lips
around the tip of Liam's dick through the boxers and swirled his tongue around
it. Liam threw his head back with a mixture of a growl and a moan, "Stiles..."
Stiles hm'd around Liam's member before he pulled back and slowly pulled the
boxers down, Liam's seven-inches springing free with a smack as it hit his abs.
After another look up at Liam's expression, he finally dipped back down and
engulfed just the tip inside his mouth.
Liam's eyes clenched shut in ecstasy and he arched his back as he felt the wet
heat surrounding his head as Stiles' tongue ran around it like it was a track.
He clenched the bed sheets as Stiles moved lower, taking more of his cock until
his lips met pubic hair and his throat was full of Liam's pole.
"Ffffuuuck!" he called out in a soft roar.
Stiles smirked as best as he could around the member before he started humming
the tune of 'Carry On Wayward Son', which sent Liam into a full on spasm. The
werewolf's eyes opened as they began to shine yellow, "Fuck, yes!"
After another minute of letting him enjoy the hummer, Stiles pulled off and
began removing his clothes, returning Liam's lustful gaze with one of his own.
He paused as he unbuttoned his jeans and tilted his head slightly to the side,
"Still feeling angry?"
Liam slowly raised his eyebrows and stuttered, "I-I'm feeling something."
"Good," Stiles said matter-of-factly with a grin as he let his pants drop to
his ankles before stepping out of them. After sparing another glance at Liam's
prone naked body, he crossed the room and reached into the dresser to pull out
some rope.
He turned back, pausing to respond to Liam's concerned look, "The point of this
is to teach you control of your anger, remember? Now, how am I going to do that
if you can't control it and then rip me to bloody, meaty shreds?" He sighed as
he looked back down at the rope, thumbing it absent-mindedly, "They're laced
with a little wolfsbane, too; so you won't be able to snap them."
As he approached the bed, his brow furrowed seeing Liam visibly squirm. He
cocked a small smirk as he leaned down to secure his left wrist, "Someone's
into bondage, aren't we?" He ruffled Liam's hair before he got onto the bed,
straddling his upper torso to reach over and secure the other wrist, "There we
go."
"Uh, Stiles?" Liam asked as he examined his recently acquired bonds, "How
exactly is sex going to help me control my anger?"
"Because anger leads to hate, and hate leads to the dark side," he uttered in
retort before he snickered at Liam's lost expression, "If you let your anger
get the best of you, then the fun stops there. I'm hoping that you'll start to
associate the pleasure with keeping a cool head, kind of like reconditioning."
He leaned down to bite gently on Liam's neck, ignoring his groan as he said,
"So, be a good boy, Liam...because I really wanna go all...night...long."
Liam's moan got caught in his throat as he nodded excitedly, "I'll be good;
promise."
Stiles chuckled softly as he leaned back up and started massaging Liam's torso,
"You'd better be. I don't bottom for anyone, you know." He looked off to the
side and added, "Actually, I've never bottomed for anyone before."
"Then why choose me?"
"Cuz I'm horny," Stiles stated simply with a shrug, "And I figured you could
use the release more than some boring lesson so I thought I could try killing
two birds with one stone. Do you approve?" he asked as he reached back to
stroke Liam's hardened member.
"Ungh, yeah," he nodded with a small smile, "I definitely approve."
"Perfect," Stiles said, "so, are you ready to start or would you like to keep
playing twenty questions?" When Liam closed his mouth, he smiled, "Good
choice."
A few minutes later, after he'd stretched himself out, Stiles found himself
slowly sliding down Liam's member, his eyes mimicking Liam's fluttering with
pleasure. He released a groan as he bottomed out before looking down at Liam's
clenched eyes, "If you even think about cumming before we really start, I will
slap you."
Where did that come from? His eyebrows raised again as he felt Liam's organ
throb inside him. Did that really just turn him on? Hey, whatever floats his
boat and keeps it rocking. He started rotating his hips lasciviously as he
flexed his muscles inside, enjoying the pleasures sounds coming from the
werewolf underneath him; sounds that he was causing. He knew it was just Liam's
wolf giving off huge doses of pheromones, but when he felt Liam's tip brush
against his prostate, he suddenly couldn't find it in himself to care about it
anymore. This felt great and he wasn't about to stop until he'd had his fill of
it. Or, at least until Liam's wolf quit releasing pheromones. Whatever. Seeing
a glimpse of uncertainty in Liam's eyes, Stiles moved up slightly before
slamming himself back down, his head instantly thrown back with a loud moan as
he felt Liam graze his prostate again. As he continued moving up and down while
gyrating his hips, he leaned forward and lightly sucked on Liam's collarbone,
"How we doin'?" "Uh, pretty--pretty good," he gasped with a nod, "Uh, so how
are you going to piss me off?" He frowned when Stiles stopped sucking and
lifted his head up enough to look him in the eyes. Stiles smirked as his right
hand gently glided down from Liam's shoulder to lightly tweak his nipple,
eliciting another groan from the werewolf, "Well...that's how we're expected to
go all night long...y'know, in case you have performance issues. You can't
cum...unless I say so." Liam scowled, "I don't have performance issues. I'm
good to go well into the morning--trust me!" Stiles laughed as he squeezed down
on Liam's shaft as he slid back down it again. He shook his head before saying,
"I don't care if you can last two weeks; you're not cumming until I say so."
His face twisted into a contemplative look before he added with a mischievous
grin, "If I say so..." Liam growled as he pulled down on the ropes, but they
wouldn't give. He may as well be trying to pull the Earth in the other
direction for all the good his efforts were doing. His breathing deepened as
his scowl remained intact, "Untie me, Stiles..." "What're you gonna do about
it, hm? You gonna-you gonna try to rip my throat out with your teeth? Is my
widdle pup gwumpy?" Stiles replied with a mock pout. He had to bite back the
victorious chuckle as he watched anger cross Liam's features, "Uh-uh, wolf pup.
You don't wanna get angry, remember?" "I don't care; let me up, Stiles!" Stiles
chuckled, "As you wish," he responded disappointedly as he slowly raised
himself off of Liam. His pout turned into a smirk as he watched Liam calm down
and let out a small whine, "Now that anger doesn't seem so tempting
anymore...does it?" Liam stilled for a beat before he finally shook his head,
"No... no, it doesn't." Stiles rested his hands on Liam's shoulders, "What do
you want, Liam?" Liam swallowed before he uttered in a deeper voice, his eyes
glowing yellow, "I want to fuck you until your bed breaks and falls through the
ceiling onto the first floor." Stiles grinned as he took the member back inside
him and slid down it, "Good. You're still not allowed to cum, though." When
Liam growled he retorted, "Yeah, yeah. Get pissed all you want; just as long as
you use this," he squeezed his ass muscles again for emphasis, "to vent it
out."
Liam slowly bucked into Stiles as his eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, the warm
vice of flesh gripping him with just the perfect amount of pressure. He growled
louder as he fought to pull on the ropes, but the wolfsbane prevented it. His
brow furrowed as he bucked up into Stiles again before he shook his head, "Do
we have to go so slow?"
Stiles smirked as he clamped down around Liam's member again, cocking a brow as
he watched the werewolf's abs flex from the pleasure, his chest rising and
falling rapidly as he tried to keep his composure. He decided to take mercy on
him and picked up a little bit of speed as he leaned down to whisper into
Liam's ear, "As hot as your offer sounded, I'm rather fond of my bed being in
one piece." He softly moaned as Liam bucked up and his member brushed against
his prostate, "And I like there being a floor between my room and downstairs."
"Ungh, Stiles..." Liam groaned as he met Stiles' downward thrust with an upward
thrust of his own, "please..."
Stiles just shook his head as he rotated his hips, elliciting another moan from
the werewolf, "This is about teaching you control, remember? As much fun as
it'd be to just--fuck--let you have your way with me, there wouldn't be any
learning."
"I get enough learning in school, Stiles," Liam said through a moan, "I just
need to vent my anger out."
Stiles paused his movements, prompting a disappointed groan from Liam as he
looked down at the werewolf in contemplation. He pursed his lips, his eyes
narrowing before he leaned down and nibbled on Liam's collarbone, "Could this
be a viable form of said venting?"
"Oh, yeah," Liam answered with a nod, "Definitely." He threw his head back with
a soft growl as he felt Stiles' intense heat grip him like a vice, "Fuck,
Stiles. Just--just let me fucking breed you, man. Just...I need to--to show you
what I can do. Untie me, Stiles. Untie me and let me fuck you, dude. I need it,
Stiles..." His voice trailed off as the pleasure overtook him.
Before Stiles could act, Liam's eyes started glowing yellow as he released a
roar and tugged on the ropes as hard as he could. The ropes snapped and Liam's
clawed hands instantly gripped Stiles' hips, the werewolf growling again as he
flipped them over and pulled out of Stiles until only his head remained inside
him. Smelling the rush of adrenaline coarsing through Stiles' body, he rested
one of his clawed hands by his face as he thrusted back inside of him, his
hands returning to normal.
"Ohhhh, yeah," Liam moaned as he felt his member brush against Stiles'
prostate, pulling a moan from the teen beneath him, "this is just what I
needed." He leaned down to Stiles' ear, breathing heavily as he said, "Care to
place a bet?"
Stiles moaned again as Liam deliberately targeted his prostate, "S-Sure."
Liam smirked as he pulled back and delivered a couple quick thrusts, his smirk
growing into a smile hearing the other boy's moans, "First one to cry 'Uncle'?
Buys breakfast."
Stiles groaned as he arched his back to meet Liam's accelerated thrusts,
"Deal."
 
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. --The Next Day--
 
"Ah!" Stiles quietly groaned as he stretched for lacrosse practice. What had
been initially planned as a three hour training session had basically turned
into an all-night fuckfest, but several orgasms and four bottles of KY later,
the sun had come up and they had to call it quits. Liam wanted to keep going,
his inner wolf starting to get a little too used to the idea, but Stiles had
placated him with the promise of future endeavors--as long as he behaved.
Damn, could that werewolf go or what?! He eyed Scott on the field and started
to make his way over to him when he felt a muscular arm drape over his
shoulders.
"Thanks for last night, Stiles!" Liam said with a grin as he leaned in and
planted a quick peck on his cheek, "I feel so much better. I haven't even
wanted to punch anyone today."
"Great, Liam," he replied with a smile before it faltered, "but you should
probably watch the PDA..."
"Oh, right! Yeah, sorry about that. I just... I don't know, really. Well, catch
ya later!" Liam smiled with a wave before he took off for the field.
"What the hell's got him smiling so much?" Scott asked through a chuckle as
Stiles approached him.
"Eh," he replied with a shrug, "just did what you asked me to do. Guess it
worked."
Scott snickered, "Yeah, I guess so. I owe you, bro. We both do."
Stiles' smile turned into a smirk as he gestured toward Liam, "All he owes me
is a new bed." He spotted Scott's inquisitive look and decided to spare him the
details, "Training...y'know...angry werewolves tend to destroy things."
"Yeah..." Scott said as he turned to watch Liam, "Right." He furrowed his brow
when he heard Stiles wince in pain, "You okay, man?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm peachy with a side of keen; don't worry about me," Stiles smiled
as he watched Liam run across the field, "I don't think we'll have to worry
about him anymore. I'm pretty certain my...anger management course worked like
a charm."
"Let's hope," Scott replied cautiously, "Thanks again."
Stiles shrugged as he watched Liam practice happily with pride, "No need to
thank me, Scotty. It's just what pack is for."
End Notes
     Prompt from the Teen Wolf Prompt Tumblr:
     A Stiam fic where Liam like nearly wolfs out during practice or like
     hits a teammate to hard and Scott tells Stiles to talk to Liam to
     find out what’s wrong. So Liam comes over after school and then
     Stiles puts a charm on the door so Liam can’t open and then proceeds
     to seduce and ride the fuck out of him but ties up his hands. Then
     next day at practice Scott says Liam’s a lot better, Stiles & Liam
     just smile a each other
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