Chapter 20 - The Full Moon Does Terrible Things to a Werewolf's Morning Wood.

When Minho woke up, it was as if his senses had shot up with some incredible steroid that even the greatest sportstar would beg for. Everything was enhanced tenfold, the sound of Thomas softly snoring beside him ringing like a schoolbell through the wolf's head and the feel of the warm sheets clinging to his skin coming off as rough and restraining. The most prominent thing however, was undeniably the mindblowing smell of his mate, that single scent conquering all other sensation in the early dawn as if flooded the teen's nostrils and clouded his mind like an extra dose of sleeping gas.

Thomas smelled of honey, and sunshine, and everything good in this world, the aroma of sugar and caramel quite near bringing Minho to his knees as he reveled in it all, selfishly ducking his head to the slumbering boys neck and breathing in deep. It was, in fact, a horrible idea. Thomas smelled better than Minho could ever recall him doing so before and the absolute lack of space between them was offering absolutely no opportunity to ignore or withstand the intoxicating call of his love's smell.

The scent of Mate drove Wolfy up the wall this morning for some inexplicable reason, sparking unfeasible want deep inside the desperate werewolf's core and spreading the burning feel of it through the teen's body until the very tips of his fingers tingled with untold desire. The Keeper's hands shook with it as he fought back his inner beast to the best of his abilities, his wolf having none of it this morning as it demanded reprieve from this unbearable purgatory of being by his mate's side yet never being allowed to hold, or kiss, or bite as he so needed.

It was unfightable today for some unknown cause, the infatuation with the pale, mole speckled skin of Thomas's neck becoming a downright obsession as Minho strained to keep his fangs in, ultimately failing as they told him to kindly fuck off and made a grand appearance anyway, his claws sprouting out to join the party as the lycan fought a losing battle against this untamed wolf. Sharp claws tore into the the soft blankets as Minho grasped at something in hopes of finding stability and a low, possessive growl the werewolf didn't consent to rumbled its way from the guy's throat.

The sound must have alerted the struggling werewolf's slumbering mate, for Thomas twitched slightly and made a soft noise of protest at being roused, a sloppy groan that ended in a half-snort that Minho probably would've found totally endearing and heart wrenching had he not been waging war on himself .

Wolfy for some reason, read it as arousing. Because snoring was just so sexy right? Boy howdy, nothing made Minho wanna whip out his dick more than snoring. Though this made a good bit of sense considering Wolfy was finding absolutely everything arousing at the moment, Thomas's addictive smell in this amplified state casting everything in a lusty hue that made the boy's slightest twitch a total turn on at the moment.

Minho had to get out of here, Thomas was on the verge of waking and here the boy was half-wolfed out, not to mention half-hard, hovering over him like a fucking predator about to bore down on a conquered piece of prey - Wow. Was Minho really that fucking stupid? Why would he even begin to allow himself to think something like that when Wolfy was already in a sex-crazed state of absolute insanity. Now he really wanted to sink his teeth into his precious, captured, hapless little thing's neck. Yeah. Mhm. There was that sex-crazed insanity he was talking about.

Minho snarled again, this time purposefully and at himself as he forcefully pulled his body away from his mate, practically shaking with the effort of it all as he drug his limbs off the mattress and forced himself to his feet, stumbling a few preliminary paces back while he still had the upper hand over his animal.

Wolfy came back with a counter attack of his own, the sight of his mate lying in their bed giving him a stamina boost like the image was a fucking magic mushroom in a game of Mario and the beast demanded its right to pounce what belonged to him - Apparently having decided Thomas was his and wanting to show that in every way, particularly with teeth marks in the pale expanse of the younger teen's throat where everyone could see them.

Minho turned and bolted from the room before his wolf could win out and fuck him (And, more likely than not and in a much more literal sense, Thomas) over, slamming the door behind him before he could think about it and immediately wincing at the thought of his sleeping boy inside. There wasn't much time to dwell on this matter though as the werewolf had much bigger problems to worry about, such as the fact that his claws were currently embedded in the drywall of the hall where he'd sunk them in an attempt to brace himself and prevent any rushing into the bedroom Wolfy may attempt. (Aka, was very likely to attempt.)

"Whoa, dude, easy on the paint job!" A familiar voice interrupted Minho's internal monolog that currently mostly just consisted of a lot of snarling and growling with the occasional, intelligible word that always centered around Mate, mine, claim which was apparently Wolfy's go to mantra and the teen managed to lift his head with some struggle to let his gaze fall on the object of his desire's twin. Luckily, Wolfy was apparently very aware of the difference between the two, nearly identical boys, and the presence of his mate's sibling seemingly had no effect on Minho's wolf's desire to bolt back into the bedroom and make sweet love (Wow. Really wolf? Make sweet love? Are you from the goddamn nineteen hundreds?) to his favorite Stilinski.

Well, that was actually a lie. Stiles's presence did have an effect but it was in fact only to elicit a protective growl from the creature who suddenly stood erect and pulled his claws from the unfortunate wall to spread them defensively over the door he stood in front of. Apparently, besides the desire to mate Thomas, whatever was going on with his wolf also encouraged it to act on the rest of the animalistic impulses Minho was usually able to hold back and while the human side of the boy accepted Stiles as an ally, his wolf was not quite on the same page and bared his teeth angrily even when Stiles took a tentative step back.

"What the hell?" Stiles questioned nervously holding his hands up in a pacifying gesture and taking another slow step back but, for some reason, not even this appeased Wolfy and a low, continuous growl rumbled from the werewolf without cease. "Oh!" The brunette then suddenly exclaimed, snapping his long fingers and grinning wide, as if completely oblivious to the fact that he had a feral animal intent on protecting its mate snarling at him. "Don't worry, man! I know what's going on!" The teen assured with a causal wave of his hands, momentary fear apparently dissipated now that he had his solution, whatever that may be.

"Full moon is tonight!" Stiles informed knowledgeably, placing his hands on his hips and looking quite pleased with himself. "I almost forgot since Derek usually has all..." The boy began but then trailed off to gesture vaguely at the half-shifted werewolf still snarling in his hallway like it was all of about two seconds away from dismembering him. "This under control." The teen finally finished up with an amused sort of look about him.

Minho would have liked to reply something besides a growl but Wolfy was not having it, still snarling and glowering like Thomas's life depended on his ability to make a threatening rumbling noise.

"Yeah, no worries, man. I'll call Derek and set him on babysitting duty. Maybe he can Alpha Eyes you or something." Stiles reassured cheerily, his tone light and casual as if having a half-wolfed out lycanthrope in his hallway was an everyday occurrence. "Dad's off today so me and him can take Thomas out somewhere." The brunette continued before moving back towards his own room, supposedly to call Derek.

Minho's growl lowered to a more dangerous tone at the last part of the sentence even whilst his human side thanked whatever gods there may be for someone trustable offering to keep his mate safe when he himself was a danger to the one he wanted nothing more than to protect.

"But I'll have to be back before too late 'cause ya know..." Stiles trailed off just before ducking into his own room. "Full moon!" The boy whooped eagerly turning to waggle a suggestive eyebrow at the barely controlled werewolf before finally disappearing back into his bedroom whist humming some jingle pertaining to how he was gonna get that hot alpha dick that Minho truly wished he'd never heard.

Stiles reemerged naught but a few moment later apparently having gotten Derek to agree to babysit a disoriented werewolf in a matter of about two seconds, clearly having some magic influence over the broody dude who Minho knew for a fact would rather spend his time anywhere else, that whole semi-rivalry thing they had going not yet laid to rest. The brunette must have been gifted not only the power to magically tame Derek Hale, but also the ability to have impeccable timing for almost the exact moment the teen returned, Minho's sharp ears picked up the sound of his mate beginning to stir inside the room he still guarded like the demons of the underworld were about to come pouring down the hallway in a fit of rage.

"Quick! Into the bathroom!" Stiles directed, seeming to pick up on what was going on, probably due to the fact that Minho practically sprang away from the door, his human stubbornly beating back his wolf with a metal bat as he wasn't about to have Thomas walk out here and find him in all his fanged and furred glory.

The werewolf complied hurriedly, rushing into the door Stiles indicated despite the fact that his livid wolf practically howled with displeasure at the sudden turn of events, apparently distrusting his mate's twin and unwilling to leave Thomas alone with him. However, Minho was having none of his paranoid animal's shit and locked the door to the bathroom the moment he was inside more to restrain himself than to keep anyone out.

"Morning, Thomas!" Stiles's eager voice met Minho's ears through the thick wooden door of the bathroom, way too chipper even with the muffled overtones the door gave it. It was absolutely a wonder Thomas didn't pick up on the fact that his twin was hiding something right off the bat but his mate always had been adorably oblivious so, honestly, the werewolf wasn't even a little bit surprised.

"Stiles?" Thomas mumbled laggingly in return, his sweet, familiar tones sleep slurred and low with the grumble of someone who wasn't entirely awake yet. Minho could just picture how incredibly sleepy and cute his boy must look just from hearing his groggy voice. The teen probably had hair sticking up every which way and his gorgeous hazel eyes were likely soft and half lidded in the early moments of wakefulness, an image Minho literally had to bite his lower lip stubbornly to keep from outright whining at the thought of missing, both his wolf and human sides equally displeased at being separated from Thomas even if it was for the boy's own safety.

"Where's Minho?" Thomas abruptly demanded before Stiles even had a chance to reply, all notes of groggy unawareness suddenly absent from his voice, replaced with sharp notes of concern and displeasure.

The thought that he was first thing his mate thought of when the boy awoke left Minho weak, his heart doing a totally unmanly flutter thing up in his throat and the sheer anxiousness his favorite human presented when confronted with his absence left the wolf's stomach in knots. Not rushing forth from the bathroom to scoop his love into his arms and pepper him with kisses and assurances that he's always be there was absolutely the hardest thing Minho had ever done.

"He's in the bathroom, literally saw him like, two seconds ago." Stiles reassured easily, apparently a lot smoother at simply omitting the truth rather than straight up lying. "He didn't look like he was feeling well so he's probably gonna be in there awhile." Stiles continued to half-lie with little to no giveaway in his words, only the skip-beat pattern of his heartbeat letting the werewolf himself recognize the words as a mistruth.

"I probably got him sick." Thomas groaned unhappily in response, sounding not in the least comforted by Stiles explanation. "Why's he not just in our bathroom?" The boy then questioned abruptly, reminding Minho again that, while Thomas was, in fact, oblivious, he wasn't stupid either - His mate's cunning making his wolf practically preen with pride and want.

"Beats me. He's your idiot, not mine." Stiles played it off easily, eliciting a soft breath of a laugh from Minho's mate and twisting the hiding werewolf's guts stubbornly into an even tighter knot, just in case their previous impossibly ruined configuration wasn't dismantled enough already from Thomas's earlier statements. "Either way, let's just go grab some breakfast. You, me, and Dad are going to the park today." Stiles continued casually but, even through the bathroom door Minho didn't miss the way Thomas's scent soured with anxiousness at the words.

"Not Minho?" Thomas questioned uncertainty, sounding like there was absolutely nothing in this world that would make him more unhappy.

"I'm not sure he's up for it." Stiles insisted soothingly, his voice condoling but Thomas's fearful smell not lessening in the slightest, the soured edge that indicated his mate's uncomfortableness driving Minho's wolf to actually dig its razor sharp claws into the bathroom door as Minho barely restrained it from bursting forth and chasing off that unwelcomed tang.

"I'll just stay here then." Thomas informed surely, his voice determined and certain, leaving no room for argument.

"C'mon, dude, I really want you to get to hang out with Dad some. He's never able to get a day off so it would really suck if we spent it at home." Stiles pressed urgently, leaving Minho eternally grateful for the pure effort the teen put into ensuring Thomas was going somewhere safe, away from the wolf.

"I don't really want to leave him here alone sick." Thomas protested unhappily, sounding as if he were grasping for straws and getting nowhere. It was equal parts endearing and terrifying as Minho wanted nothing more than for his mate to want to be with him but the wolf need Thomas to go now, unwilling to put his fragile human at risk.

"I've already called Derek to come hang out with him and play nurse." Stiles reassured comfortingly, his voice unsettlingly calm as if he got more comfortable with the lie the longer he went along with it.

"Oh. Okay then." Thomas sighed reluctantly, sounding defeated and like this was not, in the least bit okay with him at all. "I guess." The brunette added almost dejectedly as the sound of retreating footsteps met Minho's straining ears, letting the hiding wolf know Stiles was guiding his brother safely away from the bathroom.

It was what he wanted. Minho needed to keep Thomas safe, no matter the cost. He wanted the boy to go away and be kept as far as possible from himself this night of the full moon...

But that didn't mean Minho didn't release a tormented whine as his clawed nails drug desperately down the white painted door frame, leaving deep gashes in their wake and white paint curls on the floor as his mate walked away.