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Scott can judge many things, perhaps, but not this.

"Scott, where's Stiles?" As always, Derek was the first to ask about his friend.

"Busy. He told them not to bother him today."

"Yes, but it's already nighttime, pack night." Erika emphasized the last point, as if it would change anything.

"Pack that wasn't listening to him, leave it at that, he's taking out his anger elsewhere. You don't want him to do it to you."

"He has to be here. Besides, what's the worst he could do to us?"

This time Scott didn't have to answer; the Alpha got there first with a more detailed answer.

"As a human, he helped kill Peter with a Motolov cocktail, he can encase you in mountain ash, he has a taser, and as a spark, he's been busy with things bigger than you, Jackson. If he wants, I'm sure he can give you at least a bad time."

 "Not to mention the wolfsbane-coated bat, that thing hurts."

The former asthmatic knows this firsthand. His old play against Gerard gave him a good reminder of why it's not good to piss Stiles off, which is why he's so grateful for this new way to vent his violence.

But Lydia wasn't going to leave it like that. She had to know everything, always.

"So what's he doing?"

Look, Stiles isn't difficult to anger per se, at least not now, but he knows how to handle himself, until you either touch a nerve or it goes to extremes. As a preteen, he was worse. He had several fights that Scott still can't understand how everyone forgot, because come on, he broke Jackson's nose once. But the thing is, he knows how to be violent. His rage is violent, so when he gets angry, he wants to hit something. Before, he used a punching bag, but now he's found a less violent way to get it out that actually leaves him more relaxed. He'll just have to take a really intense bath afterwards so the pack can't smell him. He understands that. He also doesn't want to smell like his friend is having sex.

"Well, either he's flirting or he's already having sex with someone, but don't worry, he knows how to get rid of the smell. You won't have to go through what I went through that first weekend when he started doing this."

What he didn't expect was the silence that followed his explanation, nor the laughter that followed. Although Derek was very serious, the others weren't. Peter was smiling and Cora was shaking her head, while everyone else laughed.

"No, really, what is he doing?"

"I'm not kidding, you can hear me saying I'm not lying. When Stiles is angry, he either hits or gets laid. The last few months at least. He used to have a punching bag, but it broke, and he found another way to let out his anger. Today he went to Jungle, I'm sure Danny can attest to that." Honestly, it's surprising no one else knows about his friend's hidden violence. He can still feel the remnants of the punching bag in the room scattering in the air, though he guesses Stiles isn't keen on talking about how he wants to seriously beat someone up.

That's when a lightbulb seemed to go off in Jackson's head.

"Danny, Danny said Stiles knew how to get people. That was last month."

"It must have been when Derek went alone into the woods for the fairies. Stiles went out twice in a row once everything calmed down."

Lydia looked like her entire scientific paradigm had been changed overnight and explained to her in Hebrew mixed with Mandarin Chinese.

"Stiles isn't a virgin?"

 "Uh, no, when we first went to Jungle, he made friends with some drag queens and came back a couple of times after that. One of those times, he slept with someone. I don't remember whose name, but no, Stiles hasn't had his virginity for quite a while." Although "quite a while" might not be enough; years would be the right word.

"So when you said he knows how to get rid of odor, you meant a deep butt cleaning?"

Scott frowned in confusion for a moment before understanding.

"Oh no, no, Stiles fucks people, not the other way around. I don't remember if it was because he didn't like the idea or because he thought it wouldn't work for what he was looking for."

You'd think he was giving away too much information about his best friend's intimacy, but Stiles wasn't shy about it, he was just watching his nose.

As the others seemed to process the information, Alpha Hale stormed out of the Loft.

 "Well, well done, McCall. Looks like you flipped the switch to make my nephew do what he should have done as soon as our spark was legal."

Scott wasn't expecting that, but if it goes well, at least his friend could stop randomly looking for people or calling Danny, but he needs to stop thinking about that before he wants to throw up.