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      Explicit
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  Category:
      Gen, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Lydia_Martin/Jackson_Whittemore, Scott
      McCall/Allison_Argent, Vernon_Boyd/Isaac_Lahey/Erica_Reyes
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Lydia_Martin, Peter_Hale, Kate_Argent,
      Gerard_Argent, Melissa_McCall, Scott_McCall, Sheriff_Stilinski, Danny
      Mahealani, Isaac_Lahey, Erica_Reyes, Vernon_Boyd
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      (Mental), Bondage, Biting, Scratching, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Implied/Referenced_Drug_Use,
      Explicit_Language, Anal_Sex, Alcohol, Pack_Dynamics, Dom_Derek_Hale,
      Derek_Hale_is_a_Good_Alpha, Magical_Stiles_Stilinski, Slow_Build_Derek
      Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Shameless_Smut, Domestic_Fluff, Tattoo_Artist
      Derek_Hale, Derek_Hale_is_Bad_at_Feelings, Fandom_Allusions_&_Cliches_&
      References, Canon-Typical_Violence, Underage_Smoking, Light_BDSM,
      Underage_Drinking, Friends_With_Benefits, Dom/sub, Safe_Sane_and
      Consensual, Developing_Relationship, Bottom_Stiles_Stilinski, Top_Derek
      Hale, Eventual_Canon_Divergence
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      Published: 2014-05-14 Updated: 2016-04-08 Chapters: 32/? Words: 197327
****** Emissaries & Alphas ******
by iprincealii, MelodramaticSalad
Summary
     Derek and Stiles had always hated each other, that hatred followed
     closely by a subtle attraction that neither of them had fully
     admitted to until after Peter's fiery demise. (TAGS WILL BE UPDATED
     AS MORE CHAPTERS ARE ADDED.) Eventually Stiles learns about what
     exactly his spark is and just what he can do with it in order to
     protect the ones he cares most about.
Notes
     This is our story (mine and melodramaticsalad), including
     majoratively canon events from the show until the Alpha pack comes in
     where our RP was inspired to begin with by this fanvid: https://
     www.youtube.com/watch?v=7VPjjqP9eOY
     It was originally a role play through Skype and is (at the time I'm
     writing this) still an ongoing work. We hope you enjoy reading it as
     much as we did writing it. Our story starts with the events of Magic
     Bullet, focusing mainly on Derek and Stiles because let's face it -
     Sterek is the best.
***** Retriubtion *****
Chapter Summary
     So if you're new to the story, we are beginning just after Lydia's
     attack at the winter formal! We originally started at the wolfsbane
     bullet episode, but to make the fic less lengthy, I'm getting rid of
     some of our straight out of canon scenes that are throughout the fic
     since it made it a lot more bulky! We hope you all enjoy the fic!
Stiles had an uneasy feeling when Lydia didn’t come back from looking for
Jackson, especially when he himself had run into the lacrosse co-captain. He
could feel his heart pound in his chest, his stomach feeling as if it had been
filled with lead. He ran to the field faster than he had ever recalled running
in his life, screaming for her to run from Peter at the top of his lungs. Peter
saw Stiles approaching at a sprint from the other side of the field, closer to
the school, smirking at his pitiful cries to tell the girl to run. It was
perfect how well his plans were coming together.
Now that Stiles was here, he could bite Lydia - she’d either die or join his
pack later - and he could finally start to get somewhere with finding Derek.
She looked at him, so terrified. He almost felt bad for the way her heart
started pounding out of control as he shifted. Almost... He bit into her side
and shifted back; tilting his head to the side and watching her fall. She
looked better in red. He bent down next to her, putting a protective hand over
her, a growl emanating from his chest and his throat as he looked up to Stiles
who was skidding to a stop in front of him. He fell to his knees when he
stopped only a few feet away from the two of them, trying to reach for her.
“Don’t kill her. Please.” Stiles pleaded the eldest living member of the Hale
family, trying so hard not to back away from the two of them. He didn’t care if
he got hurt in the process, he just needed to protect Lydia and get her away
from Peter before he could do any more damage. Stiles tried to keep calm and
not panic, but the sight of blood of Lydia’s skin and dress was something that
he never wanted to see in his entire life. He looked between her and Peter,
trying to stand his ground and hide just how afraid of the alpha he really was.
Peter raised a clawed hand, pretending to agonize over it for a moment before
retracting his hand.
“Of course not,” he said, looking up at Stiles. “Just tell me how to find
Derek.” He said. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why Peter would be
coming to him of all people for information like that.
“I-I don’t know that? How am I supposed to know where he is?” He asked, looking
back up at him.
“Hmm,” he hummed with an unimpressed smile. “Let me rephrase,” Peter said and
lowered a still clawed finger to the side of Lydia’s face. Stiles was lying,
horribly considering he knew that Peter was a werewolf and could hear every
little beat of that tiny little heart. He knew pressure was one surefire way to
break anyone, and Lydia was Stiles’ pressure point. He didn’t break her skin,
but he traced his nail down from her temple to her jaw line, the whole while
repeating very carefully, enunciating every syllable, “Tell me how to find...
Derek Hale.” Stiles panicked, trying to keep himself calm as he struggled to
not push Peter away from Lydia. He panted as his heart pounded in a mixture
from the fear and from exerting himself at the speed he had run to get through
the feeling, quickly looking up and down between the two of them.
“L-Look, I have no idea how to find Derek! I-I sw-swear to God I have no idea.”
He stammered, struggling with trying to stop his panicking. Peter sighed
through his nose, smiling.
“See, this is where I’m having difficulty. You’re the clever one, you also
happen to be the one whose stench seems to be lingering the most over my dear
nephew. Not Scott, you.” Peter said, glaring at Stiles. “His concern for you
would be touching if it wasn’t so pitiful. Now, being aware of that - I know
you can help me.” He said and looked down to Lydia, pouting his lip. “Your lies
have a particularly acrid scent Stiles.” He said before looking back up at
Stiles. “Tell me the truth.”
“I’m telling you the truth!” Stiles protested, biting his lip and looking back
down at Lydia. This whole thing was turned sideways so fast and the fact that
Derek had been concerned for him at all was something he couldn’t think about
right now. “I-I’m not lying to you, I really don’t know where Derek is and I
don’t know how to find him!” He said quickly. Peter was running out of
patience. He looked at Stiles for a solid two seconds before shouting.
“TELL ME!” His voice reverberated through the empty lacrosse field, echoing
with the sounds of a powerful growl. Stiles winced at the sound of his voice,
biting his lip and closing his eyes tightly as he cowered.
“Okay, okay, okay! Look...I...I think that Derek knew. I think he knew he was
going to get caught. I think...When they were shot, I think he took Scott’s
phone for the GPS. So...If it’s still on, and he still has it, you can find
him.” He finally told him. Peter smiled, holding out his hand (palm up).
“See now... was that so difficult?” He asked. He got to his feet, pulling out a
handkerchief from his coat pocket. “Now all you have to do is come with me and
track Scott’s phone. Then, you can go... I don’t really care what you do
after.” He said and brought the handkerchief up to his mouth, wiping off the
blood from his chin.
“No, no, I’m not going to just let you leave her here like this! I don’t care
anymore about what happens to me, as long as she’s safe! If we leave her here,
she’s going to bleed out!” He exclaimed, pushing his fear back so that he could
focus on what was really important. Peter finished wiping up his chin, tucking
the bloody kerchief back in his coat.
“You don’t have a choice Stiles, you’re coming with me.” He said and glanced
down at Lydia. She looked almost peacefully dead with her eyes open staring
vacantly ahead - but he could hear her heart beating, trying to, desperately
slow. She was in shock, not dead and Stiles was right. Even if the Bite took,
it wouldn’t matter if she bled out beforehand. “Call your friend Jackson, tell
him where she is. That’s all you get.” Stiles nodded, exhaling shakily as he
got to his feet and pulled out his phone. He could barely dial the numbers and
almost dropped his phone a few times in the process. He kept the call short and
quick, getting to the point right away before he hung up.
“Okay, I’ll go with you.” He said softly, casting one last glance at the
school.
“Good,” Peter said with a grin. “After you.” He said, gesturing for Stiles to
lead the way to his Jeep. He directed Stiles to drive to the parking garage
where he’d left his nurse’s car, glaring at Stiles in annoyance after about the
third time Stiles had sighed. “You know, she’s lucky really. If she lives
she’ll become a werewolf and be incredibly powerful. Much more than I can say
for you.” Stiles tried to ignore Peter, a scowl on his face as he thought about
what Lydia would be like as a werewolf.
“Yeah and once a month she’ll go completely out of her mind and try to tear me
to shreds.” He stated, rolling his eyes before he tried to focus on the road.
Peter made a grimacing face.
“Well, twice a month, actually as she’s a woman.” He said, and turned to look
over at Stiles, barely able to suppress a laugh bubbling up from his throat.
“Oh come on Stiles, I gave her a gift. You should be happy for her - turn here,
it’s this one. Third level.” He said, directing Stiles as they pulled up to the
parking structure. Stiles tried not to think about what he had said, really not
needing to know that there would be even more dangerous risks to being near
Lydia. He tried to ignore it, pulling into a parking space on the level before
he turned his car off. Peter got out of the car and Stiles debated on making an
escape, looking around the parking lot for a few moments. How hard would it be
to outrun Peter? Very hard, but it might not be completely impossible...
The second Stiles got out as well, Peter grabbed him by his shirt, dragging him
a couple cars down the row and placing him in front of the trunk to his nurse’s
car. Stiles followed him without trying to pull away from him, finding that it
was no use to do so. He looked at the car when they stopped, furrowing his
eyebrows.
“So uh, whose car is this anyways?” He asked, figuring that Peter didn’t have
his own car just get.
“It belonged to my nurse,” Peter replied. He had no idea why she had to have so
many keys on one key ring. Especially when he knew a few of these to be office
keys for the hospital. He finally found the one he was looking for, with a
symbol on it matching the symbol on the trunk of the car, and put it into the
key slot. He turned it, opening the trunk. The smell of death and decay wafted
out like a wave, revealing her corpse curled up in the trunk, her dead arms
holding a laptop bag to her chest.
“And what happened to your nurse?” He asked curiously before he saw the body
and the smell hit him. “Oh my God!” He exclaimed, jumping back away from the
car. That was it, this officially settled it. Peter was absolutely insane!
Peter moved her arms and took the bag, handing it over to Stiles - though it
more so smacked into Stiles’ chest. Stiles took the bag, really, really hoping
that he wasn’t going to die when this was all over and done with. Peter looked
in the trunk at his nurse, tilting his head at her after Stiles’ question. “I
got better.” He said, as if it was as simple as that. He shut the trunk and
took the bag back from Stiles, sitting it on top of the trunk and bringing out
the laptop that was inside. He opened it up, taking the wifi-hotspot generator
out as well.
“Of course you have Mifi.” Stiles stated before noticing the brand of laptop.
“And you’re a Mac guy too. So does that go for all werewolves or it is just
your personal preference?” He asked, crooking an eyebrow at him. Peter stepped
back from the computer, looking over at Stiles as if that was the dumbest
question in the world. This wasn’t his laptop, of course not, but that was
irrelevant.
“Turn it on and get connected.” He instructed, tucking his hands into the
pockets of his coat. Stiles shook his head as he leaned against the car and
turned the Wifi hotspot on.
“You’re really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing.” He mumbled before
sighing. “Look, you still need Scott’s username and password, and I’m sorry but
I don’t know them.”
“Really? Again with the lying?” Peter asked, tilting his head forward a little
and raising an eyebrow at Stiles. “You’re his best friend - might as well be
his brother. You know his log in information.” Peter said. Stiles took a deep
breath and turned to the laptop, trying to stop his hands from shaking.
“What’s going to happen when you find Derek?” He asked as he glanced back at
him. “You’re going to keep killing people, aren’t you?”
“If an injustice was committed against your family. If nearly all of your loved
ones were ripped from you in one night, and you saw it happened - powerless to
stop it then, but able to avenge them later... Would you not do the same?”
Peter asked, laughing then. “Who am I kidding, of course you wouldn’t. But I
made a promise to get justice for them. I won’t stop until those responsible
have paid the same price they demanded of my family just for being who they
were.” Peter said, glancing around the parking garage as Stiles worked. “Derek
understands that - I don’t expect you to.”
“Scott won’t help you kill people.” He stated, frowning at him before he
shifted a little. “If I do this, I want you to leave Scott alone. He wants
absolutely nothing to do with your pack.”
“Scott doesn’t understand how lucky he is. He doesn’t appreciate or know just
how much having the Bite is a blessing. The power that comes with being part of
a pack.” Peter said, pausing for the thought to sink in for Stiles. “Scott
isn’t able to conceive of the abilities that he could learn, how much he could
benefit from joining up with me. He’ll see it eventually, they always do -
omegas.”
“He’s not going to help you.” Stiles stated with a roll of his eyes as he
listened to Peter say his little bit. He lightly tapped his fingers on the
keyboard, wondering if he should type out the username and password or if he
could keep stalling him.
“We’ll see,” Peter said and noticing the screen that Stiles was hesitating on,
he motioned at the keyboard. “Stalling is only wasting the precious minutes you
could be spending with your beloved Lydia.” Stiles hated that he had to remind
him of that and shot a scowl over at the alpha wolf before he gave in. He
sighed as he typed ‘Allison’ into the username before doing the same for his
password and hitting the enter key.
“There we go.”
“His username and password... Are both Allison?” Peter asked after Stiles had
typed them in, incredulousness spreading over him and writing itself on his
face. “You have got to be kidding me.” He said, his voice taking on a
disapproving note.
“Are you sure you still want him in your pack?” Stiles asked, raising an
eyebrow as he looked over at him. “Because it’s basically going to be this all
day, every day.” Peter shifted his eyes over to Stiles before rolling them and
looking back to the computer screen.
“Just locate his phone.” He said, scowling. Stiles nodded and went to the ‘Find
my Phone’ page. After it was done finding the signal, he furrowed his eyebrows.
“They’re keeping him in his house?” He asked, seeing that it just took them to
the burned down Hale house. Peter looked at the screen, resting his hand on the
trunk of the car as he looked grinned. “Not in it. Under it. I know where he
is.” Peter said, grin slipping from his face as he looked up - a low howl was
resounding through the air. A minute later a slightly higher one answered back.
“And now so does Scott.” He said slowly, looking around him. Stiles furrowed
his eyebrows at that, not hearing the howl at all. He closed the laptop,
assuming they were done with it.
“So now you have everything you need.” He stated as he put it back in the bag
and into his Jeep for safe keeping until he needed to return it to Scott. He
was just hoping now that Peter was done with him and he could leave.
“One of two last things, give me your keys,” Peter said, holding out his hand
for them. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows and sighed before he reached into his
pocket, figuring that he was sane enough to realize that it was wrong to drive
around with a body in the trunk.
“Just be careful, she grinds when you put her in second.” He mumbled, hating
how he had to be stuck with an insane alpha for a good portion of the night.
Peter crushed the keys in his hand, offering them back out to Stiles. Stiles
sighed as he took the keys, knowing that he really should have seen that
coming.
“There you are,” he said with a smile after Stiles had taken them back. “And as
a reward for doing such a brilliant job of helping locate my nephew, I’m going
to offer you a little gift. A token of my esteem, if you will.” He said with a
slight bow and a flourish of his hand. He waited for Stiles to ask what it was,
smiling as he did.
“So...You’re not going to kill me?” He asked, just wanting to make sure. “What
kind of token exactly are we talking about?”
“Kill you,” Peter said, laughing. “I’m not going to kill you, no. I’m going to
offer you the greatest gift a human could receive.” Peter said, incredulous
that Stiles would think he was going to kill him - though not unsurprised. “I’m
offering you the Bite, Stiles. One time opportunity, so think carefully before
you answer. I won’t offer it again and I don’t offer this lightly.” Stiles
furrowed his eyebrows and swallowed hard as he tightened his hand around his
set of keys. He thought about the pros of becoming a werewolf. It would mean no
more sitting on the bench, he would get a girlfriend, and he wouldn’t be left
out anymore.
He admitted to himself that he had wished that he could have been bitten
instead of Scott, because he knew that he would have been more responsible with
his powers. Scott never bothered to do any of the research while Stiles on the
other hand did hours and hours of it so that he could help his best friend
through it. His heart pounded in his chest as he thought about it, trying to
push down that jealous side of him so that he could focus on what was more
important.
“I don’t want to be like you.” He stated as he stepped back, making himself
believe that was what he really wanted.
“Really? Because the idea of being faster, stronger, more agile than any of
your other friends - more than any other human period - the ability to hear and
smell things more strongly than ever before, to help protect your precious
little girlfriend?” Peter asked, hearing the uptick in Stiles’ heart rate as he
reached out for Stiles’ arm. “You’d be unstoppable Stiles; you could finally
prove to all those losers at your school how amazing you can really be!” Peter
urged, taking a slow step forward. Stiles closed his eyes for a moment before
he shook his head again and pulled away. Peter had started leaning his mouth
towards Stiles’ arm, closing it shut as he balled his hand into a fist after
Stiles had wrenched away. Stiles kept telling himself over and over that he
didn’t want that, that he wanted to be normal. He didn’t want to be hunted and
he didn’t want the risk of attacking someone he cared about if he couldn’t
control himself. He tried to think of those a lot more than the good things
that he so desperately wanted.
“I don’t want it.” He said again firmly, swallowing hard as he tried to stare
him down. Peter narrowed his eyes at Stiles, circling him slowly as he spoke.
“Fine, do what you want. Keep lying to yourself, let that jealousy fester.
Because all I can hear Stiles - is that little flutter of your heart every time
you say the words, ’I don’t want.’” he said, leaning over Stiles’ shoulder as
he whispered the last few words. Then, with the information he needed now in
his hands, he left Stiles in the lot. The kid could figure out his own way
home, Hell he could even keep the stupid laptop. Peter didn’t want to waste any
more time getting to Derek.
Stiles cursed to himself before he rushed to the hospital to go see how Lydia
was doing, and to meet up with his dad once he got there since his dad had been
trying to call him repeatedly. Once he had answered his dad’s questions and
gotten some answers of his own, he was able to quickly put together what he
needed to know before he drove with Jackson to the normally abandoned Hale
house so that he could help out in any way he could. Whenever Jackson
complained about him driving off of the road, he told him to stop complaining
about it. There were more important things to worry about, like the lives that
were at stake for example. Once they got there, he quickly got out of the car
before he grabbed the bottle of the little science experiment that Lydia was
kind enough to show them in the school. This time he hadn’t made the same
mistake that Jackson had and made sure to use all the correct ingredients.
“Hey!” He yelled at Peter to get his attention before he threw the beaker with
the homemade bomb in it at him. Peter looked up from his fight with Scott,
seeing another of their stupid liquid beakers flying at him. He caught it
adeptly, right before it would have smashed into his face. He glared at Stiles,
growling at him. Then Scott was shouting to Allison and he saw she had her bow
in her hand, nocking an arrow back on the string. Peter aimed the beaker at
her, but she loosed her arrow before he could throw the beaker. Fire exploded
across his chest and all of his left arm, burning his skin, singeing his fur.
He screamed, flinging his arm to try and shake it off.
Over the roar of the fire and his own screams he didn’t hear the other beaker
coming at him until his whole body was ablaze. His mind was brought back to the
fire, to that night - leaving him feeling nothing but rage below the agony he
was in. He rounded on Allison, stepping towards her but Scott appeared on his
path, kicking him back. He loosed a high-pitched whine, the pain finally
causing him to shift back as the flames died out - the rest of his body which
had been burned was stuck in his alpha form. He dropped to his knees, barely
able to breathe as he looked at Scott. And then he was losing consciousness,
going into shock and falling onto his back.
At that point, Derek finally walked out of the house, his mind still reeling
from seeing his uncle burned alive in front of him. His anger and the echoes of
Peter’s memories of killing Laura fueled him forward, not once taking his eyes
off of Peter’s still twitching body as he approached him. His uncle was staring
up and Derek wondered if in this state he was even aware of what was going on.
That didn’t matter to him - Scott had showed him the truth. Had showed him what
Peter really was, though he’d had his suspicions all along. How could he not go
along with his uncle’s plan, to kill those who had killed their family - to
fulfill the promise he’d made even to himself, if he could find out who had
helped Kate. Now, the only person left in his family was Peter and all because
Peter wanted to be the alpha. Because he knew that without the power of being
an alpha, he couldn’t get their revenge. Now Laura was dead and Derek knew what
he had to do. This was his retribution, his punishment for failing his family -
standing with his feet on either side of Peter. He knelt down, reaching out
with a clawed hand for Peter’s neck when Scott came up a few feet behind him.
“Wait, you said for the cure to work, I have to do it - Derek, please,” Scott
begged. Derek lowered his head, knowing how much it meant to Scott, but this
wasn’t something he could let go. He couldn’t let Scott kill him. Stiles was
still breathing heavily from the amount of the excitement going on, quickly
looking between where Derek stood over his uncle and where Scott was standing.
Oh, this was bad. He could tell just by Derek’s stance and how tense he looked
that he absolutely had no plans of giving it up.
“You’ve... already... decided...” Peter gasped under him, drawing Derek’s gaze
to his face. “I can smell it on you!” Peter growled, his eyes shifting red.
Derek grit his teeth, raising his arm back even as Scott was begging him to
stop, bringing his arm down and ripping his claws deep through Peter’s neck.
Peter’s eyes shifted back and forth, blood gurgling up from his mouth and
pouring out of his neck. Stiles felt no sympathy for Peter’s throat being
slashed because he knew that Peter deserved much more than that. He couldn’t
blame him for being twisted after years of being stuck in a coma, but that
didn’t excuse the way he had gone about getting revenge. As much as he didn’t
want to admit it, he empathized with Derek.
He didn’t want to know what it felt like to lose nearly his entire family in a
fire, or to have his only living sister ripped in half, but he knew that if he
had gone through the same things and had been lied to by the last remaining
member of his family for some crazy vendetta, he would be more than a little
pissed too. As much as it sucked for his best friend and as much as he wanted
to call Derek a heartless dick, he understood why he wouldn’t be able to let go
and step aside. Derek stood, feeling as Peter died because he felt the power
surging into him. He looked over at Scott, eyes shifting red as the transfer
completed itself. ‘That was for Laura,’ he thought to himself as he spat down
at Peter’s corpse.
Stiles rushed to his friend’s side, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, we need to get out of here, Scott.” He told him quickly, not wanting to
be there when the cops would arrive. He didn’t know what else was going to
happen in the future, but he knew that there was no going back to being normal.
Even if Scott did get his humanity back, there would still be werewolves
running around. He tried to keep looking on the bright side, telling himself
that with Scott as a werewolf it would be easier to handle these things as they
happened.
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Derek stayed behind after everyone left; the Argents going in, he supposed, to
say goodbye to Kate before they left. He took Peter’s body with him into the
house, not wanting the police to get their hands on it. He made sure it was
hidden very well, out of the ability of anyone but him to find, and then made
his way out of town. He got about half of the way to the California-Nevada
border before he turned back, angrily resigned to the fact that he still owed
it to Scott to help him – especially since he’d ripped away Scott’s only chance
at a possible cure. He didn’t feel sorry about killing Peter, only sorry that
he hadn’t figured it out sooner. Sorry that he hadn’t been with Laura and that
he now owed his thanks to finding out what happened to Scott and Stiles, in a
round about sort of way that didn’t really matter in the long run.
When he got back he spent the next week and a half trying to find a new place
to live. Living in his old house had been a way to keep himself on track, but
since he’d left the Argents had apparently decided to make it their base. He
supposed they’d been waiting for him, to kill him too, but he didn’t dwell on
it. Eventually he’d found the cheapest place he could stay - a warehouse with a
yearly rent of about $500. It was a pretty sweet deal, and considering how
little stuff he had it didn’t take him long to move in. He actually had just
dragged a new mattress up the stairs and into the room he’d designated for
himself to sleep in when he heard someone pull up outside. He frowned, going
over to the window - recognizing the sky blue Jeep parked next to his Camaro.
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he walked over to the door, sliding it
open before going over to the last box of his belongings, walking it up the
stairs to his bedroom before shutting that door. He waited for Stiles in the
main room - knowing he was alone based on the fact that there were no other
pairs of feet coming up the stairs to the door - arms crossed and leaning
against the brick wall by the windows. From this spot he was mostly hidden by
shadows, any light coming in the windows from the afternoon sun lighting up the
room in front of him.
***** Bonding *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles didn’t really know what on Earth he was doing here. Well, he
     did, he wanted to check on Derek and make sure that he was okay. He
     wasn’t sure what possessed this urge to make sure he was okay, but he
     was just going to go with it. Derek did save him from Peter, so he
     did owe it to him. There, that was his explanation that he could tell
     himself and anyone else that asked. There was absolutely no other
     reason that could make sense to him. He was not worried about the
     older man, not even a little. He tried to ignore the memory of what
     Peter had told him, refusing to admit that was part of it too.
Stiles didn’t really know what on Earth he was doing here. Well, he did, he
wanted to check on Derek and make sure that he was okay. He wasn’t sure what
possessed this urge to make sure he was okay, but he was just going to go with
it. Derek did save him from Peter, so he did owe it to him. There, that was his
explanation that he could tell himself and anyone else that asked. There was
absolutely no other reason that could make sense to him. He was not worried
about the older man, not even a little. He tried to ignore the memory of what
Peter had told him, refusing to admit that was part of it too.
He stood beside his Jeep and lightly jiggled his keys in his hand as he tried
to calm down his nerves. Derek did still scare him a little, but it was mostly
because he was now an alpha and a hell of a lot stronger than he previously
was. If it came down to it and Stiles ever had to fight Derek, he’d probably
last five seconds at that most and those seconds would mostly be him trying to
run. He took a deep, slow breath before he pocketed his keys and heading up the
stairs to the door and heading inside.
“Hey, Derek! Are you here?” He called, lightly nudging a box with his foot
before he looked around the warehouse. Well, if this didn’t have ‘evil lair’
written all over it, then he didn’t know what could. It did have potential
though, so maybe that was one thing that Derek saw in it. Derek stayed where he
was, watching every move that Stiles made. ‘Why the hell is he here?’ Derek
asked himself. Easiest way to get the answer would be to ask, so he did.
“What do you want Stiles?” He asked, resting his head against the wall as he
waited for Stiles’ answer. He was pretty sure that school was over for the day,
so there was likely a hundred other places that Stiles could be right now. But
he was here, visiting him, alone.
“There’s a couple things I want. Y’know, a million dollars, a sports car,
things like that.” He joked, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket.
This was so stupid, why did he have to come here? “Mostly, I just...I just
wanted to make sure that you’re okay and everything.” He added, deciding he may
as well just come out with it. Derek looked away from Stiles, trying to process
that. He stepped away from the wall, glancing down at him as he stepped off the
platform that led to the level Stiles was standing on.
“I’m fine...” He answered, thoroughly confused at this point. He didn’t really
know what else to say, though questions were running through his mind ranging
from ‘why does he care’ to wondering if Stiles had some sort of hidden agenda.
“Are you sure?” He asked him curiously, looking him over and seeing that he was
still in one piece and didn’t look particularly bad. Well actually he looked
great, really great, but that wasn’t the point. “After everything that’s gone
on recently, are you really doing okay?” Derek glared at Stiles, narrowing his
eyes at him before heading over to the door, resting his hand on the handle for
it. If it were anything besides that that Stiles was trying to talk to him
about, he might have tried to enjoy not being alone, but that was the last
thing he wanted to think about.
“I’m sure,” he said, though he really wasn’t. He was still angry, still
mourning, still scared because staying in Beacon Hills meant that he was
keeping himself in danger for no real reason except for the constant nagging
feeling that he owed not only the kid standing right in front of him, but Scott
McCall of all people as well. On top of all of that, because Peter had killed
Kate, the Argents were going to come after him at some point soon. Even if it
wasn’t his fault about Kate, even if she deserved it. Of course, he realized,
if Stiles could find him so easily, so could they. He turned his head to look
at Stiles, somehow even more agitated.
“Is that all you wanted? Or did you want to make sure that I was going to leave
you and your friends alone too?” He demanded, his anger bubbling up a little.
“Because I really don’t understand why you’re here Stiles.” He said, the memory
of Jackson the night after everything went down creeping into his mind.
“Even if I told you to stay away from them, I’m not really sure that you would.
I mean, you kind of are the type of person that pops up in people’s bedrooms
for fun.” Stiles pointed out as he thought about that time.
“Is there something else that I’m not getting here? Maybe you want the Bite
too, is that it? Are you gonna demand it from me like Jackson?” He asked,
stepping closer over to Stiles as he slammed the door closed, the metallic bang
reverberating through the mostly empty warehouse. Stiles winced at the booming
and echoing noise, taking a step back as Derek stepped closer to him. His heart
pounded in his chest as much as he wished he could hide it, causing him to
exhale shakily when he tried to calm himself. “Why are you really here?” Derek
asked. A little thought creeped in, suggesting maybe Stiles did actually care,
but he forced it down. Even if that was the truth, he couldn’t allow himself to
believe it. Peter was right about one thing, caring about others made you weak,
and fuck if he didn’t care about Stiles. At least a bit. Stiles shrugged his
shoulders, keeping his hands in his pockets as he tried to think of what he
could say when he didn’t really know all the reasons why himself.
“That’s not what I’m here for. Like I told your crazy ass uncle, I don’t want
it.” He stated, telling himself that he was being completely honest with
himself again. “I’m not here to pick a fight. I’m not here for some stupid bite
either. I’m making sure that you’re okay.” He stated, staring him down and
trying to make himself look bigger to Derek. “I know how badly it sucks to lose
a family member, even if it is a psychopath like Peter. And I never got the
chance to thank you for saving me from him when we were in the hospital.
So...Thanks.” Derek searched Stiles’ face as he answered him, listening to his
heart rate.
The only thing he seemed to be lying about was the Bite, but he wasn’t going to
point that out. He lowered his eyes, clenching his jaw a few times. He felt
like he should say ‘you’re welcome’, but he couldn’t bring himself to say
anything. He nodded, sighing through his nose. There was one thing that Stiles
hadn’t answered, because Derek hadn’t asked it, and he looked back up at Stiles
before he did because he wanted to see Stiles’ face. He wanted to see his
reaction, and hear every beat of his heart in the event that Stiles tried to
lie.
“Just tell me why you care,” he began. “After everything that’s been going on,
why do you care if I’m okay?” He didn’t add that maybe, just maybe if he
believed what Stiles’ told him, that he might just tell him the truth. As much
as it was a danger, he felt that Stiles might just be the only one to
understand how he was feeling - and that made him feel a little sick on it’s
own. Right now though, with all the emotions running through his head, he
didn’t know if he felt sick because he wanted to talk to Stiles or because of
everything put together, but Stiles was talking and he had to pay attention.
“Because, I know I should be, but I’m not really angry about you being the one
to kill Peter. And I know it’s screwed up to say that. I mean, he may have
bitten Scott, but he did kill your sister. Yeah, I’m bugged that my best friend
is still a werewolf, but I don’t blame you.” He stated, but his question was
starting to eat at him. That was a very good question. He ignored the thought
that again pushed its way into his head, Peter saying that Derek had looked out
for him because for all he knew that was a lie and it probably was. And if it
was a lie, then why did he care? Why did he care so much if Derek was okay? Why
did it matter to him what happened to Derek? “I don’t know why I care, but I
do.” He said softly, swallowing hard as he shifted on his feet and tried to
think about it again. Was there more to it than just wanting to return a favor?
It was probably all because of the whole fiasco with the monkshood bullet. It
wasn’t exactly uncommon to see someone almost die and end up worrying about
them afterwards. He was a little more than a little attracted to Derek, sure,
but that didn’t completely explain why he came here just to make sure he was
okay. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. That’s all.”
Derek swallowed a little hard, taking his cigarettes out of his pocket after he
was done listening to Stiles and tapping one far enough out of the pack that he
could take it out the rest of the way with his lips. He lit it with his free
hand as he stuffed the pack back into his pocket. Stiles had told the truth,
though from the smell of his scent it was a little more than what he’d said as
to why he cared. Derek was no stranger to the smell of attraction - being
surrounded by hormonal teenagers, the smell was easily recognizable if you were
paying as much attention to Stiles as Derek was.
“Well,” he began, taking the cigarette from his lips and tapping the ashes on
the ground. He blew out the smoke through the side of his mouth, away from
Stiles’ face. “You should know the answer to that already, based on
experience,” Derek told him, leaving it at that. It was as much of an answer of
‘no, I’m not’ that he could manage without feeling more like he was just going
to vomit. Stiles nodded at that, relaxing a bit more as he took a slow breath.
He didn’t know what he could say to help Derek feel better. Derek officially
had no family, probably no friends, and he didn’t even really have a pack of
his own. The alpha was truly alone.
“You know...” He started sighing and scratching at the side of his neck as he
looked away from Derek. “You don’t really have to be alone.” He inwardly
groaned as that came out, realizing just how stupid that probably sounded. “I
mean, I’m not in your pack or anything, by any means but...It’s better than
being stuck alone.” When his mom died, he was lucky to have the McCalls and his
dad, but he still couldn’t stop his panic attacks or the anxiety he had felt
all the time. Derek on the other hand had nothing like that. It was probably
stupid of him, but he didn’t like the idea of certain people suffering alone.
“Being alone is what protects me,” Derek said, walking past Stiles and sitting
down on the platform he’d stood on when Stiles first came in. “If you haven’t
noticed, anyone who I was close with at some point is dead now.” He took a drag
from his cigarette, tapping the ashes before looking up at Stiles. He felt like
Stiles was trying to offer something, but he wasn’t sure what - Hell, he wasn’t
sure if Stiles even knew what he was doing. “I’m alone because I choose to be,
you don’t have to stay just because you feel like you owe me, or because you
feel bad for me.” Derek told him, placing his cigarette in his lips and leaving
it there, taking a drag and blowing it out towards Stiles’ feet. The smell of
the cigarette made it harder to read Stiles’ emotions, but with what he’d
smelled earlier he didn’t consider that a bad thing.
“Doesn’t matter. I think you’ve suffered enough, wouldn’t you say?” Stiles
asked as he plopped down on the platform beside him. He didn’t mind the smoke,
he could use it as an excuse for why his head wasn’t really clear right now.
“If I didn’t want to help you out, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be at my own house,
watching TV or something. So, I’m here, and you’re basically going to accept it
because I don’t think you’re really in the mood to carry me out of here.” He
stated. Well, he hoped that he wasn’t in the mood because he was really trying
to do a good deed here. Derek looked over at Stiles, raising an eyebrow before
looking away and shaking his head.
“You’re really stubborn once you decide on something.” He said, a smile tugging
at the corner of his lip. He forced it away, taking his cigarette from his lips
and wiping at his mouth. He avoided looking over at Stiles, tapping his ashes
on the ground.
“Yeah, I am. You’ll find that out really quick when I keep coming back over and
you can’t get me to leave.” He said with a laugh, glad to see that Derek did
seem a little bit more relaxed than he was a few minutes ago. “So uh...How’s
the moving going?” He asked, looking around the room.
“Already moved,” Derek answered, realizing how bad that sounded even as he said
it. It was the truth; he just really didn’t have a lot of stuff. When he’d come
back to Beacon Hills to look for Laura, he’d left a lot of useless things
behind. “You going on summer break soon?” He asked, resting his elbows on his
knees, looking over at Stiles as he rested his chin on his arm. He tapped his
cigarette absently, flicking ashes onto the floor.
“Haha, I wish.” Stiles groaned, moving to lay back on the platform. “Between
all of this werewolf business and school, I have had it up to here with that
place.” He replied, holding his hands up for good measure. “I mean, it wouldn’t
be so bad if I didn’t have a sadist for a chemistry teacher.” Derek nodded,
shifting his gaze forward as Stiles lay back.
“I can’t really empathize. I got my GED, didn’t really have to worry about
asshole teachers.” He said, taking the last drag off his cigarette and snuffing
it out under his shoe. “College is a lot easier than high school.”
“You went to college?” He asked, sitting up again at this sudden new little
fact. He was thrilled that Derek was actually talking to him and telling him
about himself. “What classes were you taking?”
“You sound so surprised,” Derek said, a little humor slipping into his voice.
He couldn’t understand why he was just telling Stiles all of this, but he
supposed this kind of confessing, this kind of exposure, was a lot better than
talking about Peter or Laura or Hell, his whole family in general. “I took art
classes mainly.” He continued after a moment. “I’d always been good at it, and
it helped on my resume to say I was doing that when I started applying for
apprenticeships at tattoo parlors around New York City.” Stiles had to take a
moment to just stare at this very interesting man beside him.
“Art classes? Tattoo shops?” He asked in disbelief, his eyebrows rising as he
stared at Derek. “Please tell me you still have some of your works. I need to
see this for myself.” Derek shook his head.
“I left a lot of stuff behind when I came here, but I think the site is still
up.” he said, even as he was pulling out his phone. He brought up a website and
navigated through about six different links on it before finding a page titled,
“Deven Hart - No Longer Available for Work.” On it was a spread of about thirty
different sections of skin, all with either him working on it, or finished
pieces. He didn’t comment on the fake name as he passed his phone over, not
really wanting to go into that unless Stiles asked. It was weird, just sitting
there talking to him, it felt oddly normal. As if they should have been doing
this the whole time, but there’d just been too much drama, too much other stuff
in the way for them to actually try and just talk to each other. Stiles crossed
and folded his legs under him as he sat up, slowly going through all of the
pictures.
“Oh my God, you’re actually amazing.” He spoke up after he had gone through
them all, really liking Derek’s handiwork. He never really thought much about
tattoos because the needles scared the Hell out of him, but just looking at
these made him reconsider. “Do you have any other secret talents?” He asked
curiously. He really wished he could see the work Derek did in school. Derek
couldn’t stop the laugh that came out of his mouth.
“No, nothing else.” He said, taking back his phone and closing out the browser
before putting it back into his pocket. “What about you? Other than being the
King of Sarcasm.” He said and mentally winced. That wasn’t meant to be a
compliment, but that’s totally what it came out as. Stiles stared at Derek with
wide eyes as he just tried to process what happened. He just made Derek laugh.
He just made Derek Hale laugh. He slowly grinned, disbelief still in his eyes.
That was probably like seeing a unicorn in the forest.
“My secret talent is that....I play the drums. I mean, I haven’t in a while,
but I do. I also snowboard.”
“Why haven’t you played?” Derek asked, frowning over at Stiles. Snowboarding
was pretty cool, but not exactly a conversation he wanted to go down after
hearing Stiles could play an instrument. To be honest, if Derek had to have
guessed what instrument Stiles played it likely would have been drums. Derek
himself couldn’t play any instruments and his singing voice wasn’t exactly what
he’d call awesome. He felt like he was lucky he could sing on key most days.
“I just haven’t had the chance lately, I’m so busy. And the neighbors used to
complain every now and again.” He groaned a little. “But, you never know, maybe
I’ll start playing again. I really liked it too and I think I was pretty good.”
Derek nodded, getting up from his seat and walking up to his room. Stiles
watched him walk off, wondering if he’d said something wrong and also wondering
how he possible could have. Then Derek came back out a second later with a
couple bottles of water, and he relaxed as Derek offered one to him.
“Kind of pointless to complain about noise when you’re complaining about the
Sheriff’s house,” Derek said, cracking open his bottle and taking a drink.
“It was before my dad was elected, so there’s that too. I think as long as I’m
not pounding away at three in the morning, they can get used to it.” He laughed
before thanking him. “You can come over and watch one day. I mean, if you
aren’t too bored out here.” Derek huffed a breath through his nose.
“You’re not worried about getting a house call from the Argents? Having your
dad find out you’re still hanging out with the once accused psycho killer Derek
Hale?” He asked, not at all considering actually going over there. It was one
thing to entertain Stiles because he refused to leave, it was another to accept
going over to his house and inviting danger. He wondered a little if he was
being over cautious, but decided he wasn’t. There was too much at stake for him
to just start hanging out with Stiles - especially when he remembered Stiles’
arousal during the whole ‘Miguel’ thing. In his experience, people who liked
him were either liars or going to get hurt by him. He didn’t even want to think
about if he started dating anyone - not that he’d be opposed to the idea if his
life wasn’t going the way it was.
“Well when you put it that way...” Stiles paused for a moment, trying to think
of what he could do so that he could show Derek. “Well, I guess that I have no
other choice than to just bring it here.” He stated simply, thinking that would
be the most suitable solution for the two of them. “There’s not too much here,
and you can use it as a decoration for when I’m not around. I’m going to pack
it in the back of my car and bring it over. There is just about nothing you can
do about it, okay?” Derek closed his eyes and sighed inwardly. ‘Great,’ he
thought.
“Your need to irritate me... is that instinctual or just because you l...” he
hesitated on the word ‘like,’ not wanting to call Stiles out, “...do that with
everyone?” Derek asked.
“I’m pretty sure that it’s all instinct.” He snickered, resting his elbows on
his knees. “Basically I’m trying to repay you again. You just showed me what
you were awesome at, so why don’t you let me show you what I’m awesome at?” He
asked. He never thought he would say this, but he was actually comfortable
around Derek. Take away the angry wolf attitude he had and he was actually a
really good guy. Derek let out a silent laugh through his nose as he shifted
his weight on his feet.
“Just don’t expect me to join in. I can’t play any instruments and if I sang
I’d probably make you go deaf.” he said, and glanced at his phone for the time.
It wasn’t that late, but he was getting hungry and he still had unpacking to
do. He stood there awkwardly, not really wanting to invite Stiles to stay, but
not knowing how to ask him to leave either. It was nice, having Stiles there,
he had to admit that to himself at least. He was mainly just scared that this
‘like’ for Stiles that he was developing was going to turn into something more
– even if he just became a friend that would be bad.
Honestly, it all terrified him - so trying to be nice to Stiles, to open up to
him more than he already had... it was uncomfortably comfortable to think about
it. To think about Stiles actually moving his drum kit into his home, to have
him come over and hang out more than just today… he couldn’t decide how he felt
about it. Stiles of course was stubborn and he had a feeling the only way to
get him to not do that would be to lash out at him - just push him away,
kicking and screaming like a little child. He felt like his indecision was
written all over his face as he glanced up at Stiles. Stiles slowly grinned at
what Derek had said, it not really having been a no. He was really happy that
Derek didn’t seem to mind the idea of it.
“Why? When you sing, does it come out as a howl?” He lightly teased, always
going to use werewolf jokes whenever he would get the chance. “I’m pretty sure
that if you gave it your best, it wouldn’t be too bad. Unless you’ve actually
made people go deaf, or broke some glass, then I would advise you against it.”
He said with a snicker. He wondered why he was so comfortable around Derek now,
but it was probably because Derek was being so open and comfortable with him.
He couldn’t help but warm up to him if Derek was doing the same. Honestly, when
he got home the first thing he would probably do is look up more of Derek’s
work as a tattoo artist so that he could admire it again. Maybe if he actually
ever wanted a tattoo and he asked very nicely, Derek would do it for him.
“Not a howl, just... I don’t know, it’s hard to describe... I can sing on key,
it’s just really rough, like,” he frowned, focusing his attention on what
Stiles was asking him to avoid having to think about what he wanted to do.
“Have you ever listened to Three Days Grace?” He asked. “Adam was who Laura
always compared me to; I just never really saw it.” He said, mentioning Laura’s
name kind of hitting him in the chest a little. He ignored it, swallowing down
the pain.
“I love Three Days Grace. Riot is one of my go to songs when I’m practicing my
lacrosse.” Stiles replied obliviously, really interested now that Derek had
mentioned that he apparently sounded like him. “Now you’re going to have to
sing for me so that I can hear this for myself. You can even belt out Twinkle
Twinkle if you want, but you’re going to sing.”
“Right now?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow. He definitely should have seen
that coming, but he had so much going through his mind despite trying to push
it out of the way. “I was thinking about getting some dinner.” He blurted out.
‘Fuck,’ he thought. He had no idea why he’d spat that out of his mouth, and his
mind was scrambling trying to add on something that would let Stiles know he
hadn’t exactly been inviting him, but coming up blank. Stiles didn’t fully take
it as he was being invited, but he was going to make Derek sing if it was the
last thing he did.
“Oh no, you are not getting it out of it that easily. You are going to sing for
me before you go to dinner. Your food can wait, this is way more important.”
Derek sighed in agitation; thinking, ‘great.’
“Fine.” He replied. “Let me set up then,” he said, taking his phone out as he
went up to his room. He had a portable amp in there that he played his music
through when he wanted to sing - which wasn’t often. Most of the time he just
used the amp as a footrest. He brought it down to the main room, setting it
down and kneeling in front of it, hooking his phone up and testing the audio
quietly by just letting it play random songs as he fiddled with the dials until
it produced the sound he wanted. He grabbed his water from the floor where he’d
left it, taking a drink and swishing it around in his mouth as he searched for
a song to sing along with. Most of the songs on his phone he knew by heart, but
he did not want to sing in front of anyone without background music at least.
Especially when he knew that he was going to be judged for quality.
Stiles waited patiently for him to set it up and made himself a little more
comfortable on the platform while Derek was busy. Derek was frowning the whole
time; he hated singing in front of people in general, but Stiles promised to
leave after and that was good enough encouragement to get over it for now. With
his equipment already set up he couldn’t exactly say ‘no’ without coming off as
an asshole. For some reason that bothered him enough that he was going along
with it.
“You’ll probably know this one,” he said, pulling up the song and cranking the
volume on his amp up so Stiles could hear the music, but would still be able to
hear him once he started singing. He didn’t press play yet, looking over at
Stiles. “If its bad just... spare me, okay?” He asked.
“I know, I know, I’ll wait until the end. I promise that I won’t Simon Cowell
you or anything like that. Just give it your best and I’ll let you know if
you’re really good by the end of it. Deal?” He grinned at him, really excited
to hear what Derek sounded like. Derek nodded, clearing his throat as he
pressed play. The music came out at a decent volume, and he avoided looking at
Stiles, focusing on the sound of the music so he didn’t chicken out. The only
person he’d ever gotten comfortable singing in front of had been Laura and even
with her being his sister it had taken a really long time for him to get to
that point. He cleared his head of everything, but the music, trying to just
pretend that no one was in the room with him, listening to every sound he made
and watching his every movement.
“I’ll tell you now you can’t win this,” he sang along, “‘Cause you’re way too
slow.” He continued, sounding more confident than he felt. His voice showed his
nervousness at first, but by the time he’d reached the chorus it was showing
less of that and more of the raw emotion he was going through. He kept his eyes
closed still though, he was too into the lyrics, into singing them out, and
into the meaning they had for him.
“So on the way down, I’ll watch you burn,” He belted, taking the higher notes
on the last bit, his voice just exactly as he’d described. The whole time he
sang he couldn’t help thinking of Laura. How she’d hum along off key as he’d
sing, tapping her foot on the floor. How she’d always tell him how good he
could sing, pestering him to join a band or something. He thought of how he’d
found her, ripped in half and how all along it had been his own uncle he was
searching for. How he’d visited Peter in the hospital at least once every other
day when he’d come back to Beacon Hills, telling him everything - hoping for
Peter to wake up and just tell him what he should do. The memories of Peter
ripping her throat out came up too.
By the end of his thinking he’d been so focused on singing that he didn’t
realize the song was ending until it was over and the guitars were fading out
and he was catching his breath. Another song started automatically on his phone
and he turned it off, the warehouse going dead silent compared to how loud it
had been a few seconds before. He stared awkwardly at his phone for a minute
before getting back to his feet and looking over at Stiles. He couldn’t keep
his eyes on him though, too embarrassed at how he’d just let himself go when he
was singing like he did, and also way too aware of the fact that he was
shaking.
When Derek had started to sing, it was nothing that Stiles could ever expect.
He almost wanted to think that perhaps he was hallucinating and that none of
this was happening, but it was. He felt his heart pound as he listened to him,
unable to take his eyes off of him. As Derek continued to sing, Stiles could
feel all of the emotion that he was putting into the song and if he didn’t
blink over and over every now and again, his eyes might have glazed over. He
could see how uncomfortable and unsure Derek had been about singing, but now
that he actually got into it, it was one of the greatest things that he had
ever heard in his entire young life.
By the time the next song had begun, Stiles was only staring at Derek with wide
eyes and a slack jaw. He couldn’t make any other face as he watched him because
he was just so shocked and blown away by his voice. It took everything he had
to swallow hard and try to come up with something coherent. “I, uh....That
was.....Oh my God, that was incredible! I can’t believe it! That was so much
better than I could have ever...Ah! You said you were terrible! You are
literally the biggest liar okay?” He praised him, grinning as he got to his
feet. “Holy....I just....Yeah.” Derek nodded, still unable to look at Stiles.
His hands shook as he put his phone back in his pocket to take out his
cigarettes and lighter. He lit one up, turning off his amp.
“You should...” he started, his voice cracking a little as smoke puffed out as
he spoke. “You should go now.” He finally finished, gesturing at the door. He
didn’t want company any more, Stiles’ praises reminding him again of his
sister. He clenched his fist as he stood there, his hand shaking so much when
he took the cigarette from his mouth that he almost dropped it. Stiles furrowed
his eyebrows, slowly getting to his feet as he stepped closer to Derek who
backed away as he stepped closer to him. He didn’t understand what could have
upset him so much, but then again this was probably the most of himself that
Derek had really shown to anyone in a long time. Normally he would have argued,
but this was a different circumstance.
“Yeah. Uh....Thanks, for showing me.” Stiles said softly before he turned
towards the exit. “Just...Don’t push yourself any more, okay?” He asked as he
turned to glance back at him before he headed out to his jeep. Derek offered
only a nod at Stiles request before Stiles left. He stayed there for a few
minutes longer, finishing his cigarette.
“I’m sorry, Laura...” He muttered to himself, going into his room after
shutting the door to his home, crashing on the bed which was still covered in
plastic wrapping. He didn’t care, even when he started to fall asleep, fighting
the urge to punch something and distract himself from his internal pain - if
only for a moment.
***** Kind of Friends *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek woke up the next day, face sticking to the plastic of the
     mattress. He spent most of the morning unpacking, putting his box of
     clothes in his room, hanging his family pictures on the wall next to
     his bed. He even managed to get the bed completely set up before he
     ordered a pizza for lunch. Surprisingly enough he lived in the pizza
     place’s delivery zone, so he wasn’t surprised when he heard a vehicle
     pull up outside. He didn’t bother putting a shirt on as he kept
     putting things away - waiting for a knock on the door before he’d
     even bother going over to it.
Chapter Notes
     So here's the second chapter for this week! Nothing much else to add,
     but if you haven't checked out the #emissariesandalphas tag on
     Tumblr, there's a little playlist that I've been adding to nearly
     constantly that you can check out! It's a YouTube playlist, just FYI.
Derek woke up the next day, face sticking to the plastic of the mattress. He
spent most of the morning unpacking, putting his box of clothes in his room,
hanging his family pictures on the wall next to his bed. He even managed to get
the bed completely set up before he ordered a pizza for lunch. Surprisingly
enough he lived in the pizza place’s delivery zone, so he wasn’t surprised when
he heard a vehicle pull up outside. He didn’t bother putting a shirt on as he
kept putting things away - waiting for a knock on the door before he’d even
bother going over to it.
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Stiles was a man on a mission the moment he got home from school. He took apart
his drum set in the garage before he carried it to his Jeep, piece by piece.
When he had gotten everything loaded in the back and was sure that he had
everything else that he could need, he nodded to himself and got to his car. At
this rate, he was probably going to be spending a lot more time at Derek’s
place than he could have ever thought possible, but that was only if Derek
didn’t fully have a problem with it. He really did have a lot of fun with Derek
and he was really hoping that it wasn’t just a one time thing and they would go
back to only arguing. Once he pulled up to the warehouse, he jumped out of the
car and went to the door before he began knocking to announce his presence.
That was mostly in case Derek didn’t already realize that he was there.
“Just a second,” Derek called from his room, setting down the box of clothes
he’d located next to the others. He considered putting a shirt on, but
expecting a pizza delivery he wasn’t going to be face to face with the person
for very long, so he didn’t. He dug his wallet out of his back pocket as he
walked over to the door, taking a $20 out and holding it in his hand that he
slid the door open with as he put his wallet away. He nearly dropped it when he
saw that it was Stiles, at his house, two days in a row. ‘What fresh hell is
this?’ he asked himself. “Stiles.” He said in greeting, frowning at him,
confused as to why he was there.
“Hi, Derek.” Stiles grinned at him, glancing at his chest for a moment before
he made himself look at his face again. “I told you that I was going to come
back, so are you going to let me in or what?” He asked, hoping that he would
just let him inside so he wouldn’t have to carry his drum set farther when he
started to bring it in. Derek stood there looking at him for a solid minute
before moving aside, gesturing for Stiles to come in. He couldn’t think of
anything to say other than ‘why me’ or ‘please don’t make this a habit’ so he
stuffed the money he’d gotten out for the pizza guy into his pocket and let
Stiles do whatever as he headed into his room to grab a shirt. It wasn’t long
after he’d found a shirt to wear that he heard another car pull up and a horn
honk. He pulled his shirt on as he went to the window, seeing a car with the
pizza place’s logo on the side of it. The driver caught sight of him in the
window and waved, pointing at the stairs to the door questioningly as he held
up Derek’s pizza. Derek nodded, though he was sure the driver couldn’t see it
and went over to the door.
Stiles grinned when he was allowed in, wandering around the floor so that he
could find the perfect spot to place his drum set. It had to be somewhere just
right or it wouldn’t feel right to him. The pizza guy must have run up the
stairs because he was out of breath by the time he reached the top where Derek
was waiting at the door. “Hey, sorry it’s late man, got turned around, went to
the wrong warehouse,” he said, offering the pizza out to Derek who took it.
“It’s $12.50,” he said and Derek dug out the $20 from his pocket, handing it
over.
“Keep the change,” he said, shutting the door on him even as the guy was
thanking him profusely. He sat the pizza down on the table by the window,
flipping it open to reveal a delicious smelling pepperoni. He picked up a
slice, cheese stringing off of it, taking a bite. “Hungry?” Derek asked around
the bite of food. At the mention of food, Stiles whirled around and headed over
to it. The teenager let out a low groan and nodded as he took a piece.
“Thanks, this is exactly what I need. I had to skip out on lunch.” He mumbled
before he began stuffing his face with the hot pizza. “I’ll be right back.” He
soon piped up through a mouthful of it as he turned to head outside so that he
could begin bringing in his drum set piece by piece. Derek raised an eyebrow as
he took another bite of pizza, watching Stiles turn to leave.
“Where are you going?” He asked, seriously confused as to what Stiles was
heading back outside for. It was possible he had homework, maybe had to study
for a final and for some reason had decided to do both or one of them over
here. He wasn’t sure though, setting his slice on the lid of the pizza box and
waiting for Stiles answer, wiping his mouth with his thumb.
“Out!” He called back before he finished the last of his slice and wiped his
hands on his pants. Derek frowned at him, rolling his eyes as Stiles took off
back outside. He picked up his pizza slice and sat down on the edge of the
table. It creaked under his weight, but held. Outside, once Stiles had decided
that he had gotten just about all of the grease off of his hands, he began
carrying his drum set in by taking most of the smaller pieces at once so it
would take less trips. He took them inside and set them down on the spot he
deemed perfect before he headed back outside to continue carrying in. Once he
had every single piece he plopped down on the floor and worked on putting it
all together. By the time Stiles was done carrying it all up, Derek had three
slices eaten, watching the whole time as Stiles kept bringing up pieces of his
drum kit, everything making sense now.
“You know, you could have asked me to help you bring that all up,” Derek said
as Stiles sat down to start piecing it all together. Stiles paused for a moment
and furrowed his eyebrows.
“Wow, I actually didn’t think about that. Just keep eating your pizza.” He said
with a light laugh before he went back to working. Derek shook his head,
picking up a final slice and munching on it as he watched Stiles work. He’d
eaten about half the pizza - he left what was there for Stiles, wiping his
hands on his jeans and going upstairs to his room. He came back out with a
couple Mountain Dews, offering one to Stiles as he walked over to check his
progress.
“You eat pizza and drink soda?” Stiles asked in disbelief as he opened the can
and took a swig. “I was almost expecting raw steaks or something in a fridge.
Maybe a case of the manliest type of beer. Something that puts hair in your
chest.” He laughed to himself as he looked up at him. He knew that he was never
going to stop teasing Derek because it was quickly becoming one of his top
favorite activities. “Also, can I borrow your little amp when I get this all
set up?”
“Werewolves can’t get drunk off normal alcohol,” Derek said, skipping over the
bit about the raw meat. He could correct Stiles, but he didn’t bother. He
nodded when Stiles asked about his amp. “Yeah, that’s fine,” Derek said. He
grabbed one of the pedals and started hooking it up, figuring he had nothing
else to do aside from watch Stiles he might as well hurry... whatever this was,
along.
“Oh, so what? Do you make a little werewolf moonshine or something?” He laughed
at the idea of Derek making a line of moonshine, finding it hilarious. It
wasn’t too much longer before he got it all set up, with Derek’s help, and he
looked it over for a moment to make sure it was set up right. “Okay, let me
just get my stool and I’ll play you a song. If I fail a little, you can’t make
fun of me. Got it?” He asked as he got to his feet.
“I won’t make fun of you,” Derek promised, standing up as well and brushing the
dirt he’d got on his jeans from sitting on the floor. “And if you stop being
such a smart ass I might actually teach you about things, Scott sure as hell
doesn’t care.” Derek added, taking a drink from his can of soda. He made sure
his amp was plugged in properly and adjusted where it was facing before pulling
out a cigarette and lighting it. He glanced over at Stiles, glad that he hadn’t
come over asking if he was okay again. ‘Then again,’ he wondered, ‘is this
better or worse?’
“We both know that I’m probably not ever going to stop being a smart ass. It’s
what I do best.” He smiled up at him before he headed outside again to grab his
stool. When he came back, he set the stool down and adjusted it to the right
height before he sat down. He took a slow breath and twirled one of his
drumsticks between his fingers as he tried to calm his nerves. He took a few
moments to calm himself before he began giving a few light test taps to his
drums. Once he was ready, he began playing the drum line to Blink-182’s ‘All
the Small Things’. He completely focused on playing the song, quickly becoming
comfortable with it and playing it perfectly from memory. Derek entertained
himself by trying to figure out what song he was playing the drum line for. He
recognized it after a minute, smirking and humming along quietly - so much so
that Stiles probably couldn’t hear it over the sound of himself drumming.
Stiles soon finished up, breathing a bit heavily as the sound echoed through
the warehouse before it quieted again. He slowly caught his breath as he looked
between the drums and Derek before slowly grinning. “So, how’d I do?” He was
really eager to hear what Derek thought about it since Derek was actually a
really talented person.
“Sounded like Travis Barker was actually here,” Derek said, smiling a little.
“That was perfect.” He added, grazing his teeth along his lower lip. He played
with the idea of having Stiles play a song so he could sing along, but he
couldn’t bring himself to ask - especially since they only had drums to back
him up. Stiles beamed at the compliment, all of his nerves vanishing at that
moment. He couldn’t believe that someone actually told him that he was that
great at something and it coming from Derek made it all the more special. He
really didn’t know what to say as he thought about it more and more, actually
rendered a little speechless. “Wow....” He soon got out, a wide grin still on
his face, “I think that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Seriously? All the friends you have, your dad - that was the nicest thing
anyone’s said to you?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t have good
friends.” Derek said, tapping a cigarette from his pack. He felt like he was
chain-smoking a little, but it didn’t bother him so much. Being a werewolf he
couldn’t do any permanent damage his lungs.
“Well, I don’t mean that in a ‘no one ever says anything nice to me’ sort of
way, but more like a ‘oh hey, you just compared me to one of my idols and said
I was about as good as him’ way.” He pointed out as he lightly tapped his foot
on the pedal and hit his bass drum a few times. “So, thank you for that. That’s
really awesome.”
“You’re welcome,” Derek said, taking a drag of his cigarette. “There’s still
pizza over there if you’re still hungry, by the way.” Derek said, as he thought
about it. He should put it away if Stiles wasn’t going to eat any. Or just eat
it himself before it got cold.
“Oh really? Thanks.” He said softly, getting to his feet and heading over to
the box so that he could take a slice. He thought about things for a moment as
he chewed, plopping down onto the platform again so he could stretch his legs.
“So uh, can I ask you something? How much do tattoos hurt?” Derek was a little
taken aback by Stiles’ question - not pegging him as someone who wanted a
tattoo. However, after working in a tattoo parlor for as long as he had in the
past he shouldn’t have been that surprised. People of all types got tattoos and
Stiles was no different than any of them. Derek adjusted how he was sitting on
the platform, stretching back and moving the table so he could rest his back
against the leg of the table he’d dragged closer to him.
“It depends on where you get it, to be honest - and your natural tolerance to
pain. The one on my back, it hurt like hell. Then again I couldn’t just walk
into a shop and get it.” Derek said, frowning as he flicked his ashes. “I’m
assuming you’re asking because of my work?”
“So uh, how exactly did you get your tattoo if you weren’t able to get one
normally?” He asked, really curious about it now that he had gone and said
something about it. “But, uh, yeah, I’ve been thinking about it a lot now that
I saw your work. You’re someone with experience and a tattoo so I thought it
would be better to ask you about this sort of thing.”
“Being a werewolf, trying to get a tattoo the normal route just ends up healing
over eventually, like dermal piercings do only about five minutes after you get
it finished.” Derek began, pausing to take a drag from his cigarette.
“For someone like me or Scott to get a tattoo, the easiest and quickest way is
using a blowtorch. It takes a lot of patience for the artist because it hurts
like hell, and if they move you can easily screw up the tattoo - just like with
normal tattoos.” Derek said. “It also means that you have to get used to using
a different tool than you would normally use, and you’re restricted to one
color - black.” Stiles winced at the mention of a blow torch, feeling a little
nauseous as he tried to picture that.
“Oh my God, you must have really, really wanted your tattoo.” He groaned,
trying not to think too hard about it. “That’s not only really disgusting but
it’s also a little badass that you actually sat there and took that.” He added,
glad that he wasn’t a werewolf because he didn’t think that he could manage
sitting through that sort of torture for anything. Derek shrugged and tapped
his ashes.
“Were you thinking of anything in particular you wanted? If you were remember,
it’s something that’s going to be part of you for the rest of your life. It’s
best to choose something with meaning to you, something that you’re sure you’ll
not regret getting. You can sometimes do a cover up, but it’s easier to just
get it right the first time.”
“I never really have anything in mind just yet, since I just started thinking
about it. What with my dislike of needles and that sort of thing.” Stiles
replied as he tried to think about what sort of tattoo he would really want and
where he would put it. “If anything, I would probably get something to remind
me of my mom. That way I can sort of keep a small piece of her with me.” He
really didn’t know why he had to come out and say that, but he didn’t really
regret telling Derek something that deep and personal to him.
“That’s always a good idea, getting something to remind you about your family -
where you come from. Its where I got the idea for mine,” Derek said, feeling a
little obligated to tells Stiles that small bit of himself that he never really
told anyone. Of course there had been plenty who’d seen it and assumed he was a
Wiccan or some other form of pagan worshipper, but he’d let them believe that.
He found it easier than trying to explain the real reason. Stiles of course
knew most of his past already, with everything they’d been through together it
would have been impossible for Stiles not to find out. Not to take away from
the fact that the story of the Hale fire had become a bit of a famous piece of
Beacon Hills’ history. Stiles nodded at that, glancing back over at Derek even
though he couldn’t see the tattoo through Derek’s shirt.
“Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.” He said softly. He tried to think of what
else he could say, bouncing his foot a little on the ground. “Is it a really
big thing for your family or was there something else that made you choose it?”
He was trying to think of what he really wanted and he figured that hearing a
little bit about what helped Derek choose could help him narrow it down for
himself. Derek took a drag from his cigarette trying to figure out a way to
explain it. It came to him easily, but putting it into words was a little
harder.
“Well,” he began, pausing. “Being born and raised as a werewolf, it was always
a big part of my life. It was my entire life. And the symbol, the triskelion,
for my family it always signified the three tiers to our kind. The alphas are
the top spiral - the leaders of the pack and the strongest of our kind.” He
paused to take a drag from his cigarette and tap the ashes. “The bottom two
spirals are made up of Betas, the supporters of the pack. Lastly, the Omegas.
The weakest of our kind, the lone wolves - the rogues.” Derek finished,
thinking of Scott.
“Right now, Scott’s an Omega. He’s weaker on his own, even more than I am being
a packless Alpha. It’s why I’ve been trying to get him to work together with
me. He’s just not as strong on his own. None of us are.” Stiles nodded as he
listened to him, pulling his knees to his chest so he could rest his chin on
top of them. He found that really cool and completely interesting that the
Hales had their own take on something. As he thought about the different things
he said, he started to realize something.
“What about you? Can an Alpha also be an Omega?” He asked curiously because
Derek didn’t quite have a pack yet and it made him wonder what happened if he
never got one of his own. “And you know Scott’s going to stay really stubborn
about this whole situation. I don’t know if you’ll be able to convince him with
anything you say or show him.”
“An Alpha is an Alpha - that’s the only way I know to explain it,” Derek said,
letting out a sigh when Stiles talked about his thoughts on Scott. “I get where
Scott’s coming from - I do. But he needs to understand that being on his own is
dangerous. He has no idea what he’s doing and he’s trying to save everyone.
It’s going to get someone killed, maybe even himself. Maybe even you.” Derek
said looking over at Stiles. “Scott wasn’t born to this, he doesn’t even want
it. The longer he tries to fight me on this, the worse things are going to get
for him. His relationship with Allison - he thinks that’s protecting him.” He
paused to flick his cigarette to the floor and snuff it out. “The Argents won’t
care if he’s clean or not, he’s a werewolf and that’s all that matters. They’ll
kill him the first chance he gets, and anyone who gets in their way.” Stiles
worried at his lip with his teeth, listening to everything Derek had to say. He
knew that it was dangerous and that Scott had tried to kill him once before but
that was different. He just needed to learn how to control himself better, but
then again that was a little hard when there wasn’t that much that seemed to
work with him, besides Allison.
“Is it harder being born into it?” He asked him, wondering if the fact that
Derek seemed to have a lot more control was because he always dealt with it or
if it was harder to control himself because of it. “I’ve tried to tell him that
he needs to be careful, that they’re hunters but I think he doesn’t care as
long as he has her. Maybe I’ll be able to knock some sense into him, but with
him I doubt it. I’m going to keep talking about it. It seems like sometimes he
seems to forget what they are. I mean, he’s hardly ever even watched any of
classic werewolf movies and I’m pretty sure if he did he’d be a little more
hesitant around hunters.”
“Honestly,” Derek began, “I think it’s easier having been born to it. I was
raised to know how to function without needing someone to ground me, like Scott
does. That’s not to say I’ve never had someone like that, but I was taught
about my abilities. To use them and to control them on my own, Scott doesn’t
have any of that knowledge. He’s got no clue what he’s stepped into and with
the Argents? He’s throwing himself onto a pyre and the Argents are the ones
holding the torch.” Derek said, his frustration leaking into his voice. “Scott
has an opportunity to save himself by joining up with me. I can teach him to
control himself so he doesn’t need to be so freaked out that he’ll hurt someone
whenever the full moon comes around. These hunters are nothing like the ones in
the movies. They don’t care about who he was before he turned. They don’t care
how old he is. They don’t care that he’s never spilled blood, despite what
their code says. Peter killing Kate was the tip of the iceberg. I don’t know
when or where, but Scott’s going to find himself in the situation that he needs
me to help him and I can’t do that if he doesn’t trust me at all.”
“Well, if you really want him in your pack, you’re gonna have to go all out to
convince him.” Stiles said. “I’m keeping neutral ground on this whole subject,
but I will admit that learning things from you would really help him out.”
There was only so much that he could learn from the Internet and books and a
large portion of it wasn’t exactly reliable. There were just so many things
that he wanted to learn so that he could help his best friend and right now,
Derek seemed to be the best source for it. “Yeah, I know it’s completely
different than the movies but it feels like I’m stuck in some movie. I mean,
look at me, I’m sitting in a warehouse having pizza and Mountain Dew with a
normally very grumpy werewolf.” He stated before he started snickering. “Oh,
and just so you know, I’m going to be picturing you as a little kid, shifting
and running around like a feral child, for the rest of the day.” Derek let out
a single mirthless laugh.
“The only way I’m going to be able to convince Scott is if I allow him to keep
seeing Allison and he’s too head-over-heels to understand how dangerous that
is. I know from experience how dangerous the Argents are.” Derek said, thinking
about his own past relationship with Kate. He knew Stiles didn’t know about
that, however, and Derek didn’t plan on him ever finding out either. “Enough of
Scott though,” he sighed, getting to his feet. “I’m done trying to convince him
he needs me. He’ll figure it out and when he does, I’ll be here.” He said,
gesturing vaguely at the room before heading towards his room, coming back out
a half-minute later with a bottle of water. He turned it over in his hands as
he thought for a minute. He was getting more comfortable talking to Stiles,
which was nice and really only possible because Stiles hadn’t said a word about
the day before, but it still felt really weird and he had to ask, “So you
really don’t mind hanging out with me? After everything?”
Stiles opened his mouth to keep talking about the subject but when Derek got up
he closed it again. He knew the Argents were dangerous, but maybe if they were
lucky Allison could help out in that area a little. That was a very big if
though, considering just how scary Allison’s dad could be. Stiles thought about
Derek’s question for a few moments, cocking his head and scratching at his
buzzed hair. “Nah, I don’t really mind it too much. You’re not so bad to deal
with once you get past the giant chip on your shoulder.” Derek nodded, sitting
back down next to Stiles.
“If I can be honest, I just can’t wrap my head around how we got to this point.
The last thing I thought when you came over yesterday was for this to be the
result.” Derek said quietly, twisting the lid off of his water and taking a
drink. “No offense meant or anything, but you’re nothing like I expected.”
Stiles nodded as he stretched his arms above his head and moved to lie down.
“I could say the exact same thing about you. It’s actually kind of nice.” He
murmured as he closed his eyes and relaxed. “You’re actually a good guy. Still
scary as hell of course, but a pretty good guy.”
“You know I don’t have to be scary,” Derek said, looking over at Stiles. He let
his eyes roam over Stiles before forcing them away, getting a grip over himself
before he went too far. He was comfortable with Stiles, yes. But to go any
farther wasn’t a concept that he was entirely willing to accept yet. He
couldn’t even imagine a way that it could work - Hell, thinking of Stiles as a
friend was a worrying enough concept that he was just waiting for it to blow up
in his face. He would say or do something to upset Stiles eventually, then
Stiles would either get hurt or he’d have to push Stiles away to prevent that
from happening. He took a drink from his water, already coming up with ways to
explain away what he’d said if Stiles read more into it than Derek had meant to
convey. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at his words, his heart nearly skipping a
beat as looked over at Derek. He slowly smiled at that as he propped himself up
in his elbows and laughed a little.
“Oh yeah? And how exactly would you go about doing that?” He asked, raising his
eyebrow raised as he waited for an answer. He was caught between taking it
normally and taking it as something more, but he wondered if he was crazy for
even thinking it as much so he was trying to play it safe by asking something
that could be played off as only a joke. Derek took a breath, thinking about
his answer carefully. Stiles had set it up so he could easily cover his tracks,
and he wanted to not have to. He couldn’t fight down the feeling that he was
making a mistake by getting closer to Stiles than he was right now - so he
carefully constructed his answer before voicing it.
“Allowing myself to not shut you out.” He said, feeling like that could easily
be misconstrued, but not knowing how else to put it. “You’re the closest thing
I’ve had to a friend since Laura left.” He added, scrambling to clarify. “I
think if I could accept that you’re not actually doing this to get something,
then maybe having you as a friend could be a good thing. Especially in trying
to get Scott to understand that I’m just trying to help him.” He finished,
feeling more confident that his initial answer had been cleared of any between-
the-lines reading that Stiles could create. Stiles had been caught off guard by
his first answer before Derek made him feel bad. He wondered if all this time
Derek just really wanted to not be alone and if he just needed someone to be
there for him. He sat up again, motioning to Derek so that he would look him in
the eyes.
“If you need help accepting, see if I’m lying. I think I can be your friend. I
wouldn’t betray you if you never betrayed me. I’m not the sort of person that
turns on their friend when they need me and so I wouldn’t do the same to you.
Okay?” He asked before he lay back down and took another slice of pizza. “I
think I could get used to hanging around here. As dark and dreary as it seems
at first, it’s actually kinda cool and comfy to hang out in.” Derek looked over
at Stiles, pretty well having to with Stiles waving at him to do so. He
listened to Stiles’ heart, breathed in his scent; saw the lack of dilation in
his pupils - just more confirmation that Derek’s paranoia was the only thing
that kept him from getting close to anyone who actually did like him.
“I can’t promise anything, you know that, right?” Derek asked, tapping his
thumb against his water. “Don’t expect anything of me and I won’t of you. It
seems like the best way this will work.”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll just keep on hanging around here whenever I feel like
and you won’t be able to stop me.” Stiles smiled widely at him as he lay on the
platform again. “Just keep being yourself and that’s about all you need to do.”
Derek nodded, not long after making up an excuse to get Stiles to leave.
***** Bad Ideas *****
Chapter Summary
     A week later, Derek met Isaac, offering him the Bite. He’d gotten
     names of a few kids from Stiles – spending a startling amount of time
     with him over the week.
Chapter Notes
     Hey guys, Melo here! Thank you for all of your support for the fic
     and we hope you continue to like it! So it turns out, that we have so
     much written that we may end up making this a two part fic. We're
     still deciding, but we'll let you all know as soon as we reach a
     decision. And I think that you all will enjoy this weekend's update!
     Thanks again for supporting us!
A week later, Derek met Isaac, offering him the Bite. He’d gotten names of a
few kids from Stiles – spending a startling amount of time with him over the
week. He had gotten the information carefully, lying by omission about why he
wanted to know. He didn’t like doing it, didn’t like feeling like he was
tricking Stiles and he knew that if Stiles found out he’d get an earful at the
very least, but it needed to be done. Isaac was a quiet kid, and from his own
form of research (spying on the kid’s house) he discovered why. The kid’s
father was an abusive dick, plain and simple. Derek felt no remorse over
offering the Bite to him, giving him a way to feel confident enough to stand up
for himself - to protect himself like he’d never been able to before for
whatever reason.
He had two more kids on his list so far to offer the chance for a new life -
but for now he was content with Isaac. He rested in his bed at the warehouse
now, wondering who to choose next. Erica would be easy to convince, as would
Boyd he was sure. He was troubled, a little, only because he didn’t want to
raise a pack too fast. The Argents were still a large concern and he needed the
strength, but dragging the kids into it still bothered him - no matter how much
it helped them.
It would be the full moon again in another two weeks, and training Isaac was
going to be a task hard enough on its own. To train three newly bitten
werewolves at once? A nightmare. He pulled his hands down his face, thinking
about calling Isaac over to begin early.
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Stiles had been doing pretty well with hanging out with Derek and getting to
know him. Since he had a lot homework and lacrosse practices lately, his time
was mostly taken up so that he couldn’t go and hang out with him as often as he
would have liked to. He didn’t know that Derek had changed Isaac at first until
Scott had pointed out that he smelled a new wolf in their locker room one day.
When Scott finally found him on the field, it wasn’t that hard to put two and
two together and figured out what had happened to his classmate. He felt
enraged and a little betrayed that Derek had actually used him to get
information on someone to get them to join his pack.
Once practice was done and over with, he drove to Derek’s warehouse and got out
of his car before he slammed the door shut behind him. He’d have to apologize
to his car later, but this was more important. “Derek! Open up!” He yelled,
pounding his fist against the door until it started to hurt. Derek had heard
the door slam, frowning as he got out of bed and headed downstairs, hearing
Stiles yelling and pounding on his door before he even got to the window to see
who it was.
“All right, hang on!” Derek called, going over to the door. He pulled it open,
catching the enraged expression on Stiles’ face and the anger making up most of
his scent as the light breeze outside blew against his face. He frowned at him,
waiting for him to say what the hell was going on. Stiles had to take a deep
breath so he didn’t just punch Derek right in the mouth.
“Okay, okay, why in the Hell did you turn Isaac? I mean really?! You go and ask
me about him just so you can start building your pack?! What the Hell, Derek?!”
He balled his hands into fists, trying to calm himself down before he did
something stupid. “I just. Jesus, Derek. Of all the things for you to do, you
go and bite some random kid?” Derek sighed through his nose, wondering why he
was surprised that it hadn’t taken long for Stiles to find out.
“Will you calm down and let me explain?” he asked, “Yes I want to build up my
pack, but that’s not the only reason, okay?” He started, trying to get a word
in his defense in before Stiles could start rounding on him again. Stiles
yelled out in frustration, turning away from Derek so that he could pace around
for a moment. He soon sighed and rubbed his temples before he turned back to
Derek and raised his eyebrow.
“Okay, what’s your reasoning for this whole....fiasco?” Derek waited for Stiles
to calm down a little before he gestured for Stiles to come in.
“I wanted to build my pack up. You’re right about that, but what I didn’t want
to do is bite anyone who didn’t need it - who didn’t deserve to have it.” Derek
began, running his hand through his hair. “I asked you to tell me about kids
from your school who didn’t fit in because I knew that was my best chance to
find people who would be willing to accept the Bite. People, whose lives are
already messed up, people who could see the Bite for what it is - a gift.” He
paused to shut the door after Stiles had walked in.
“You told me Isaac was a quiet kid, but there’s more to it than you know. More
than probably anyone knows.” Derek said, taking a small breath as he walked
over to the platform. He would have just told Stiles what Isaac’s story was,
but that was Isaac’s business to tell, not his. “Bottom line I’m not just
biting whoever I find, okay? I’m giving out second chances - if it happens to
build my pack so if shit hits the fan with the Argents, I can clean up the
mess? Even better.” Stiles stared at Derek with raised eyebrows, wondering if
he was really being serious about this.
“So basically your way of going around and doing good deeds for people, is by
running up to them and biting them?” He asked, slowly following him inside the
warehouse.
“It’s not like that, Stiles,” Derek said, turning to face him as he sat down.
“I gave Isaac a choice, I told him about the Argents. He didn’t have to say
yes, but he did. I offered him a chance to be able to be strong for what’s
probably the first time in a really long time for him. Can you really stand
there and tell me that’s a bad thing?” Derek asked, holding his right hand in
his left, balled up in a fist. Stiles thought about it for a moment and sighed
a little as he realized that Derek was right about that when he put it that
way. He sat down on the platform in his usual spot next to Derek and crossed
his arms to rest on top of his knees.
“I guess it’s not so bad when you put it that way.” He said softly, still
really conflicted about having more werewolves running around. “I just want you
to be really careful. You never know what someone is capable of when they get
power out of nowhere.” Derek nodded.
“Which was why before you showed up all pissed off, I was about to call him to
see when he wanted to start learning.” Derek said, looking over at Stiles. He
was glad that Stiles had calmed down, but he couldn’t stop feeling like it
still wasn’t going to end there. He needed more to his pack than just Isaac and
he didn’t want to go through this every single time. “I’m sorry that I used
you, I am. I just don’t know how else to handle this. I can’t take on the
Argents on my own and Scott’s never going to help me. I’m being as careful as I
can be.” Stiles let out another sigh and slowly nodded as he thought about
Derek’s reasoning for it. He was right about that, he wouldn’t be able to fight
the Argents by himself. Stiles wasn’t even sure if he could fully stand a
chance against them alone.
“Fine, fine. I accept your apology.” He mumbled, looking up at him for a
moment. “But just so you know, next time I might have to punch you in the face.
Even if I break my hand in the process of doing it.” He added, slowly smiling a
little at him.
“You’re going to have to clarify what you mean by next time.” Derek said, not
sure if he meant next time he bit someone - which might or might not be soon -
or next time he used Stiles, which he didn’t plan on doing again unless he had
to.
“Next time you make me this angry.” He said softly, closing his eyes and making
sure that he really was calmed down. “So hopefully it doesn’t get to this
extent again, because I’m not really someone that goes around punching people.”
“I don’t know,” Derek said, looking over at Stiles, smirking. “It was kind of
awesome seeing you pissed off like that.” He said, mentally kicking himself as
he realized how that sounded after it had already come out of his mouth.
Stiles’ eyes widened a little at Derek’s words before a slow mischievous grin
appeared on his face.
“Oh really? Well, despite how awesome it was, we’re going to not make a habit
of it because I want to still have a healthy heart when I’m like fifty, okay?”
He asked with a laugh.
“I - yeah, okay,” Derek said, clenching his jaw as he restrained a smile. He
glanced over at Stiles once he’d regained control over his facial muscles. “So,
did you come over just to yell at me or... what do you want to do?” Derek
asked, a mantra of ‘stupid’ directed at himself forming in his head. He
legitimately had no idea what he was doing and he was flipping out a little in
his head. Stiles seriously screwed with his brain, every time he was over and
being so unconfidently screwed was definitely not something Derek was used to.
“Mostly I came over to yell at you... Since it went a lot better than I thought
it would, I have no idea what to do now.” Stiles replied, trying to think of
what in the world he was supposed to do now that he didn’t punch Derek and
things were calm again. He soon remembered one thing that he could do and
grinned as he motioned for Derek to turn and face him.
“Okay, hold your hand out and close your eyes. I swear to God, if you do open
your eyes before I say so...I don’t actually know what I will do.” He mumbled,
losing his train of thought quickly. “You probably just won’t get your gift.”
Derek quirked an eyebrow up, turning his head to look directly at Stiles.
“Um... okay?” Derek said, turning and crossing his legs in front of him as he
tentatively stretched out his right hand towards Stiles. As opposed to closing
his eyes though, he just turned his head away, mentally panicking. ‘A gift, are
you kidding me? This is bad, this is really bad.’ Derek closed his hand,
feeling a little more comfortable with this awkward as hell situation by doing
so.
Stiles reached into his backpack and rummaged through it until he found the
gift he had made for Derek. He had made a bracelet that had three black leather
bangles to come around the wrist before ending with a clasp to keep the three
pieces together. The middle bangle was a braided band of leather, but the other
two bands were strips of leather tied to a different charm. The first was in
the shape of a wolf’s head while the other was the very triskelion on Derek’s
back. Stiles was never going to admit how long it took him to make this
bracelet, but as long as Derek liked it, it was completely worth it. Once he
fastened it around Derek’s wrist and made sure that it fit right, he pulled his
hands away and grinned.
“Okay, you can look at it. Just try not to judge me too hard about it if you
don’t like it.” Derek brought his hand in front of him as he turned his head
back. He saw what it was, the triskelion charm, the wolf, and he couldn’t take
a breath for a few seconds and when he did it was sharp and quick. Derek kept
his mouth closed in order to avoid sputtering out gibberish. It was... he loved
it, but he was so startled and touched by the gesture that he couldn’t say it.
He ran his fingers over the cords and the charms, a small smile forming on his
lips. Stiles waited, slowly grinning as he watched him. “Okay, so judging by
that tiny little smile on your face, I’m going to say that I did a pretty good
job. Or it’s one of those polite smiles, in which case I’m probably going to
keep being anxious about the whole thing. If you want, I can remake it and put
something else on it.”
“No,” Derek said, looking up at Stiles and ending up wincing because of how
forcefully it had come out. Stiles jumped a little at the sound of Derek’s
voice before he relaxed. “No, it’s...” Derek began, a lot softer this time as
he looked back down at the bracelet. He brushed his thumb over the charms
again, sighing through his nose. “I’m just not used to this kind of thing... I
don’t really know what to say.”
“Oh, no problem then. I’m glad that you like it.” Stiles said with a light
laugh. “You don’t have to say anything really, just make sure you keep it. Do
we have a deal?”
“Yeah,” he said, still not taking his eyes off of the bracelet until he
realized he’d been staring at it for a solid minute. He looked over at Stiles,
“I feel like I should give you something, but the only thing I can think of is
not charging you if you ever decide on that tattoo.” Derek said. He was hoping
Stiles would pick something soon because his excuse to not touch Stiles anymore
was getting weak after how much time they’d been spending together. Stiles
grinned up at him and nodded.
“It’s a deal then. When I come up with what I want for a tattoo, I’ll come
straight to you and we’ll go from there. On the condition that I get to watch
you sketch it out. Those are my terms.” He stated, really just wanting to see
Derek drawing.
“I guess I can make that compromise,” Derek said, pulling his cigarettes and
lighter from his pocket. He tucked one between his lips and thought a second
before offering the pack out to Stiles. “I won’t be offended if you say no. I
can heal, you can’t.” He said, the cigarette in his lips moving as he talked.
Stiles thought about it for a few moments, weighing the pros and cons of it.
Then again he did have the occasional night with Scott when the two of them
threw back a couple drinks, just between the two of them.
“Eh, one won’t hurt.” He replied with a shrug as he took the offering and put
it between his lips as he watched Derek. “Do you want to light me up?” He asked
with a grin. Derek tossed his pack on the table behind them, lighting up his
cigarette before moving the lighter to the end of Stiles’ cigarette. He
couldn’t stop the grin that spread on his face as he came up with a way to
flirt, and torture Stiles which would be hilarious - unless of course Stiles
choked on the smoke, which was a possibility.
“Of course, because I light all my bitches cigarettes.” he said, an attempt at
a flirtatious joke which was probably a bad idea to begin with. Stiles leaned
forwards so that he could light it before he heard what Derek had to say about
it. He sucked in a breath in surprise, unfortunately so strongly that he ended
up sucking his cigarette in with it. The teenager quickly began to gag and
choke on the cigarette before he did one of the most embarrassing things he
would probably ever do in his entire life. He swallowed the damn thing. Stiles
paled at the realization before he began gagging again at the taste of the
leftover tobacco in his mouth.
Derek was frozen in embarrassment until he realized that Stiles was choking. He
mentally panicked for a couple of seconds longer before he actually remembered
he was supposed to do something to stop Stiles from choking. “Fuck, Stiles,
come on, on your feet,” he said as he got up, grabbing Stiles under his arms to
help him up. Once Stiles was on his feet he went ahead and wrapped his arms
around Stiles chest, quickly finding the bottom of Stiles’ sternum and placing
his fist two finger-widths down. He pulled his fist towards him, repeating the
process. Stiles gagged as Derek lifted him up like he was nothing before he
began choking even harder when his back was pressed flush against Derek’s
chest. He wheezed and flailed his arms, unable to tell if his face was turning
red from the choking or if it was coming from the very close werewolf contact.
When he coughed up the cigarette, he quickly took in deep breaths of air and
spat out any of the residue left in his mouth from it. Derek immediately
loosened his grip on Stiles, but didn’t move his hands away entirely. He rested
his hands on Stiles’ back. “Oh my God, Stiles. I am so fucking sorry. Are you
okay? Jesus,” Derek said, his voice sounding as shaky as the rest of him felt.
‘Idiot!’ he mentally shouted at himself.
When Stiles finally caught his breath and his face stayed red, he pulled the
hood of his jacket over his head and sat down on the ground as he tried his
best to hide his face and his shame. “Oh my God, that did not just happen. That
was the grossest thing I have ever tasted in my life.” He mumbled, covering his
face with his hands. “Who the hell even chokes on a cigarette...?”
Derek didn’t bother to cover up his audible sigh of relief, “I am so sorry, I
just.. It’s my fault, I was trying to be funny and then you started choking
and...” Derek sat down next to Stiles, reaching out and hesitating, but placing
his hand on Stiles’ shoulder. He didn’t know how much pain Stiles was still in,
but he felt so terrible about what had just happened that he couldn’t help it
when touched him again to take away his pain, when he realized there wasn’t any
he dropped his hand to his side.
“No...No, not your fault entirely. I could have spit it out but well,
apparently my body decided that was out of the question but whatever.” He
replied. He was dying from how mortified he felt. When he felt his face cool,
he slowly pulled his hood back down and looked up at Derek. “So uh...Can we
possibly try that again? Preferably without the swallowing and choking.” He
stated before realizing just how wrong that probably sounded. Derek looked at
Stiles, incredulous that after that horrifying first experience trying to smoke
that he still wanted to try again. He let out a laugh, shaking his head.
“You either really want to impress me or you’ve got a serious death wish.” He
said, but he still got up to grab his cigarette pack off of the table and
handed it to Stiles. He looked around on the floor, finally spying where his
cigarette had rolled to after he’d dropped it and picked it up, brushing off
the dust from the filter and placing it back in his lips.
“You know what they say, if at first you don’t choke to death, keep on trying.
Or that’s probably what the first person who ever gave a blowjob told
themselves.” He said before pausing. Why the hell was he thinking about that at
a time like this? Oh God, he was going to find himself the nearest grave and
bury himself as soon as he left Derek’s place.
“You light it this time,” He said, digging out his lighter and handing it over
to Stiles. Stiles looked really hesitant about it but he tried to shrug it off.
He took the lighter with a shaky hand as he tried to resist the urge to
repeatedly punch himself in the face for the word vomit that seemed to keep on
coming.
“Can do.” He replied before he lit the cigarette and handed his lighter back to
him. Derek sat down next to Stiles as he took back his lighter, putting it back
into his pocket. He ducked his head towards his chest, running his cigarette
free hand through the back of his hair.
“So, now that’s over...” Derek said with a sigh, looking over at Stiles. He
didn’t really have any words he could come up with at the sight of Stiles with
a lit cigarette between his lips. He took a drag from his own cigarette, taking
it from his lips before inhaling and puffing the smoke out through his lips,
aiming it away from Stiles’ face out of habit. Stiles tilted his head back and
slowly exhaled, watching the smoke leave his lips before he looked back over at
Derek and smiled widely at him.
“So, here’s a question for you. Do I look attractive when I smoke? I feel like
I’m somewhere up there with how most celebrities look when they do it.” He
snickered a little before he took another drag of it. Derek waited until Stiles
had exhaled his drag before answering, not wanting a repeat of a couple minutes
ago. The longer he thought about it, the less he was caring about giving into
what he wanted, which freaked him out almost as much as the fact that he wanted
Stiles. He knew upfront what he’d need out of it, however - no attachments,
that’s it. Anything else could be discussed as it came up. He mentally kicked
himself for even letting himself get that far without even answering Stiles
yet. Derek tapped his ashes on the floor. Stiles watched Derek with a wide
smile on his face as he awaited his answer, wondering what he would even come
up with. If things went right, he would probably say a cheesy pick up line or
whatever came to mind first.
“Stiles, you look attractive... all the time.” Derek finally said and Stiles
hadn’t been expecting that answer at all and sputtered a little, thankful that
his cigarette wasn’t in his mouth this time.
“Well, uh....Thank you. Just so you know, you actually look really hot when you
smoke. Like irresistibly hot.” He said casually, trying to act like he was
talking about the weather and not the fact that he was confessing to the Hale
that he found him very attractive. He took another drag, trying to focus on
that and not the possible chance that he could get kicked out for saying that.
“Just when I smoke?” Derek asked, teasing. He grinned, shaking his head.
“Feeling a little under-complimented here Stilinski.” He said with mock
disappointment, placing his cigarette between his lips and leaning back on his
elbows. As he did, he made a mental note to invest in a couch in the very near
future. Stiles groaned at that, looking around the large room so that he didn’t
have to look at Derek.
“Well, uh, no. Not just when you smoke. More like all the time.” He replied
softly.
“That’s better,” Derek said with a laugh, going ahead and laying down
completely, taking a drag from his cigarette and raising his arm over his head
to tap the ashes off.
“So,” Derek started, pausing to take a drag and breathe it out. “I’m just going
to be upfront with asking - what is your opinion on us?”
“Uh...” Stiles paused, trying to think of what he could say that would be a
good enough answer. “Well, it depends. I mean, I really like being like this
with you, just hanging out and everything...but then I’m also really attracted
to you.” He said honestly.
Derek nodded, taking a long drag, snuffing out his cigarette on the floor and
setting the filter on the table after it went out, sitting up again and looking
over at Stiles. “I had an idea, if you want to hear it.” Derek said, resting
his forearms on his knees.
“Oh really? And what sort of idea is that?” Stiles asked curiously, slowly
working on finishing up his own cigarette as he watched the Alpha werewolf.
‘Fuck buddies’ was the first descriptor for it that popped into Derek’s head,
but he didn’t just want to come out and say that, despite having decided to let
go of his reservations partially. “The idea that we can do this, and other
things that don’t require us to be clothed.” Derek said, shrugging.
***** Boundaries *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles’ had to take a few long moments to make sure that Derek really
     said what he had thought he had. He blinked slowly, furrowing his
     eyebrows as he tried to process it before he began to nod quickly.
Stiles’ had to take a few long moments to make sure that Derek really said what
he had thought he had. He blinked slowly, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to
process it before he began to nod quickly. He didn’t trust himself to speak,
knowing that something really stupid was begging to come out. Derek felt a
little nervousness rise up from the pit of his stomach until Stiles started
nodding at which point it settled back down, a grin spreading across his lips.
“Okay,” he said, happily. Not caring so much about things was working out great
for him so far, so he turned so he was facing Stiles a bit more directly. “I’m
gonna kiss you now, if that’s okay.” Stiles swallowed hard at the thought of
being kissed by Derek and he began to nod quickly again.
“Y-Yeah, that’s okay. More than okay.” He said softly. Derek smirked, raising
his right hand to brush against Stiles’ neck, resting his hand on the back of
his neck. Stiles felt his heart pound wildly in his chest as he watched Derek
and felt goose bumps prickle up all over his arms when he felt Derek’s hand on
his neck.
“You’re really cute when you’re flustered,” Derek murmured, leaning in close.
He flicked his eyes a couple times between Stiles’ lips and his eyes, right
before pressing his lips against his. When Derek kissed him, Stiles felt like
he had completely forgotten how to breathe right. He slowly took a breath
through his nose, leaning forwards a little so that he could kiss him back.
Derek kept the kiss quick and chaste, except for the gentle pull he gave to
Stiles’ lower lip with his teeth. He pulled away after, licking Stiles’ lower
lip with a quick swipe. Derek was happy with how it had gone, but really he had
no idea how to proceed without first discussing boundaries. Stiles looked a
little dazed when Derek pulled away, blinking slowly as he stared at the older
man and tried to let his brain process that kiss. He soon slowly smiled widely
and placed his hand on the back of Derek’s head so that he could kiss him
again. He took the chance to run his fingers through Derek’s hair, glad that he
had finally gotten the chance to do that and that it felt exactly how he
imagined it. Derek put his hand on Stiles’ chest, applying just enough pressure
so that Stiles knew to stop.
“Before we continue, I think we need to set up some ground rules.” He said
slowly, enunciating every word. He really didn’t want to stop, the feeling of
Stiles fingers running through his hair making the hairs on his arms stand on
end. “I - We,” he corrected, “need to place some boundaries.”
“Mmmm.” Stiles nodded slowly, continuing to run his fingers through Derek’s
hair as he listened to him. “What kind of boundaries were you thinking of
exactly?” He slowly smiled, shamelessly staring at Derek’s mouth the entire
time.
“Well, first off, no one can know. If the wrong people found out - you’d be in
more danger than you are just because of being friends with Scott and me.”
Derek began. “Second, I don’t know what you’re into - I don’t want to end up
going to try something and turning you off so if you don’t like something you
need to tell me immediately. This needs to be a communicative thing.” He said
and paused to take a calming breath. “Lastly, but most importantly, this can’t
be more than what it is. No relationship, no love, none of that crap - just
what we have already, with the added benefit of getting laid.” He locked his
eyes on Stiles’, “Can you manage all that?”
“For rule one, don’t worry I’m not going to tell anyone anything, no worries.
Rule number two, no problem. We can run through things and find out what we
both like. But uh, I’m a little lacking in the whole experience area so mostly
it will be me experimenting.” Stiles replied before nodding at his final
demand. “And I can do your third rule no problem. So now that we’ve got
everything set, what are we going to do now?” He slowly grinned, leaning
forwards to brush his lips against his jaw. Derek let a slow breath through his
nose.
“Well, since I know pretty well what I like - maybe we can just try out some
simple stuff, work from there.” Derek said, slipping his eyes closed as Stiles
kissed his jaw. “That’s - yeah, okay,” he said. “Definitely more of that,” he
muttered.
“Mmmm.” Stiles slowly grinned, kissing over his jaw softly for him. “Like
this?” He asked as he ran his fingers through his hair again so that he could
keep his hand busy. “If you me about some of the things that you’re into, I can
tell you now which things I wanna try out.” Derek hummed in his throat, having
to clear it because he couldn’t just not answer Stiles. He’d suggested
communication, but God damn if Stiles wasn’t being a distraction right now.
“Biting,” he began, speaking through his teeth as he worked his jaw tight a few
times. “Scratching, dominance play, marking... I don’t have many things that
are off the table,” Derek breathed out, clenching his fingers around Stiles’
shirt. Stiles shivered a little, feeling arousal pool in his abdomen at
everything Derek had to say.
“Wow, okay, yeah. All of that sounds really, really good.” Stiles groaned,
pulling away for a moment so that he could look at Derek better. He slowly
grinned, proud to see how Derek was reacting to the things he did. He slowly
moved to the other side, nipping lightly every now and again. Derek growled,
getting up so he could position himself over Stiles.
“Enough,” Derek said. He liked where this was headed, but he also didn’t want
to do it on hard, cold concrete. “Come on, I don’t want to do this here.”
Stiles laughed at that and nodded. “Sounds fair enough.” He said softly,
getting to his feet before he took Derek’s hand. It was nice to see that he was
getting Derek really excited for this. Derek glanced at Stiles before leading
him to his bedroom. It was surreal how they’d gone from frenemies, to friends,
and now Derek was leading him for their first fuck-buddies experience. The
whole thing sounded like a bad porno.
“Sorry about the clutter,” Derek said as they walked in, letting go of Stiles’
hand so he could move the box he’d left on his bed to... Well, anywhere else.
Stiles looked around Derek’s bedroom, slowly smiling to himself as he cocked
his head. “It’s not that bad. I don’t mind it.” He replied, glancing back at
him before he sat down in his bed. “It’s kind of weird to be in your bedroom,
but well...If things go well I’ll probably be in here a lot right?” He asked
with a nervous laugh as he took his jacket off and set it on the floor for now.
Derek sat down the box and turned to Stiles.
“Definitely,” Derek said, though in his mind he was thinking something more
along the lines of, ‘if this goes well I might not let you leave after.’ Stiles
smiled wider at that and nodded as he kicked his sneakers off before he looked
up at Derek again.
“So, uh, are you going to just stand over there or are you going to come make
out with me?”
“Shut up, Stiles,” Derek replied, a grin on his lips as he shook his head. He
did as asked, however, walking over and moving Stiles’ sneakers so he could
kneel down in front of him. Even with the mattress giving him a bit of height,
Derek was still just a hair taller. Then again the mattress was sitting on the
floor, the bed frame he’d bought still boxed away and leaning against a wall
somewhere in the room.
“You could make me.” He replied with a shrug of his shoulders. Stiles grinned
as he watched Derek, lightly biting his lower lip. It was kind of hot to see
Derek kneeling for him. Derek rested his hands on either side of Stiles’ waist,
leaning forward to close the distance between their mouths. Stiles moved his
arms around Derek’s neck, pulling him closer to his body. He ran his tongue
along his lower lip slowly before he gently nipped at it. Derek hummed into
Stiles’ mouth, pulling away just long enough to turn his mouth’s attention to
Stiles’ neck.
“I’m certainly endeavoring to.” Derek finally replied, kissing against Stiles’
neck once, twice, and then gently grazing his teeth along the soft skin there.
Stiles bit his lip and ran his fingers through his hair as he tilted his head
to give him better access to his neck.
“If you really want to, maybe one of these times you can try tying me up. It
sounds kinda fun.” He said softly, struggling to focus correctly. “Oh my god,
why does that feel so amazing? Uh....You can bite me there if you want. It
sounds like a good idea.”
“Mmmm, and your excuse to everyone why you have a giant imprint of someone’s
teeth on your neck would be what exactly?” Derek asked, stopping just long
enough to ask that before returning to lightly nip at Stiles’ neck. “As for
tying you down,” he added, blindly locating Stiles’ hands and pinning them down
to the bed. “I think we’ll definitely mark that down on the list.”
“Uh, then you can bite me places I can cover it. Which basically means I want
you to bite me almost everywhere.” Stiles mumbled, trying to keep himself
focused. “On the shoulder is good though.” He added, really liking the feeling
of Derek pinning his hands down. “And maybe if we both really like the whole
tying up thing, maybe we’ll move on to a pair of handcuffs.” He shrugged a
little. Derek hummed as an answer, lacing his fingers between Stiles’, lowering
their hands (Derek’s right and Stiles’ leftt) so that he could move aside the
neckline of Stiles’ shirt, exposing his shoulder. He kissed a trail to the top
of Stiles’ shoulder, just a few inches from the base of his neck.
Stiles smiled widely when Derek took his hand, shivering at each of his kisses.
Derek latched his mouth on the spot he’d chosen, licking at the skin as he
pulled it into his mouth, sucking a little before finally biting down. He bit
gently, not knowing how big Stiles’ tolerance to pain was. Stiles could feel
the hair on the back of his neck stand up as it sent chills down his spine and
throughout his body. He knew that if this kept up, he would end up addicted to
Derek but he had no problems with it. “You can...Uh, bite harder. I’m totally
fine with that. If you’re into marking, then you can leave as many marks as you
want on me.” Derek responded by biting harder, just enough that the mark would
probably still be there for a few days after. Stiles let out a moan, tilting
his head back as he gripped Derek’s hand tighter.
“Oh, God, Derek.” He groaned out, squirming a little as he felt the feeling of
his tongue. “I just...Oh my God...” He couldn’t think of anything that he could
say to express just how awesome that felt. Derek stayed like that for a minute,
as he was biting he adjusted where he was kneeling, the hard floor getting to
his knees. He knocked Stiles’ feet apart, letting go of his neck, exhaling
through his mouth as he ran his tongue along the imprint. He rested his knees
on the edge of the mattress as he shifted Stiles back a few inches. “The shirt,
lose it.” He directed. Stiles quickly nodded, working on getting his shirt off
as fast as he could. Stiles slowly grinned as he looked him over, moving his
arms around his shoulders to pull him close so that he could kiss him again as
they lay down together.
“You’re so not allowed to wear hoodies anymore,” Derek said with a grin, taking
in the sight of Stiles’ chest. He let their mouths crash together, still being
gentle enough that he didn’t hurt Stiles when he did, shoving one hand under
Stiles’ neck to bring him off the bed a little, twisting over so Stiles was on
top of him now, running his other hand down Stiles’ spine and wiggling his
fingers down the back of Stiles’ jeans.
Stiles couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Maybe I’ll stop wearing them around
you.” He said softly, shrugging his shoulders as he made himself comfortable on
his chest. “If it gets this sort of reaction out of you.” He laughed a little
before he leaned down to kiss his neck. “Do you like being bitten?” He asked
him curiously, nipping at his skin before he ran his tongue along it lightly.
“Yeah,” Derek managed, goose bumps forming on his arms immediately. Being
bitten was seriously his strongest turn on. He pressed his hand against the
back of Stiles’ neck, encouragement for him to bite pretty much as hard as he
wanted. Stiles slowly grinned, nuzzling against his neck before he bit down. He
didn’t do it too hard at first, not wanting to risk hurting him just in case.
He slowly applied more pressure, listening closely to how he sounded just in
case. Derek gripped at Stiles’ back, turning his head so that Stiles had more
access, sucking in a breath between his teeth. God damn, Stiles could take a
hint. His back arched a little, shifting his hips under Stiles’ weight. Stiles
pulled away and ran his tongue over the imprint slowly like Derek had down
before to him.
“You really do like it.” He snickered before he bit down on his shoulder. He
started out gentle again before he slowly began to bite harder as he had done
before.
“I told y- fuh-hucking Christ,” Derek breathed, his eyes squeezing shut
tightly. Derek started to rotate his hips up, pressing against Stiles weight.
Derek knew Stiles was cheeky, he hadn’t even thought about that cheekiness
spilling into bedroom matters. Not that he cared of course, it was benefiting
him to all Hell at the moment. Stiles let out a groan at the sound of Derek
swearing and rocked his hips down against Derek’s as he kissed over his
collarbone gently.
“Oh my God, never stop swearing when we’re in bed.” He said softly, tracing his
side before he lightly ran his nails down his skin. Derek squirmed under
Stiles’ touch, hips stilling as he bit back a laugh - the touch down his side
tickling him until Stiles started to scratch instead.
“Just don’t do that again and I’ll do whatever the hell you want,” Derek said,
“Not the scratching, that was good, but the... yeah,” he said, doing the same
motion to Stiles that he had to Derek to get across his point without blatantly
coming out and saying, ‘hey, I’m ticklish there.’ Stiles slowly grinned as he
noticed Derek’s reaction to it, cocking his head as his smile continued to
grow.
“Oh is that so?” He asked, sitting up straighter before he cracked his
knuckles. “That means only one thing can come out of this...” He paused for
effect before he began to tickle Derek’s sides as much as he could. Derek
clamped his jaw shut, his sides tightening up until he grabbed Stiles’ wrists
and pulled him closer.
“No,” he said firmly, looking at Stiles seriously. He shook his head slowly,
loosening his grip just a little. “Or I just might find a way tie you up right
now.” He added, bringing Stiles’ wrists around behind his back as he sat up,
faces inches away, but still apart. “Because your form of punishment...” He
continued, using his forearms to press Stiles’ hips forward repeatedly as he
talked. “If you try that again, will be me getting you so fucking close that
you’re going to beg me to make you come,” he said, his voice low and soft as he
leaned his lips to Stiles’ neck, pressing a kiss before angling his mouth
towards Stiles ear. “And you know what I’m gonna say to that?” He asked, using
his tongue to move Stiles’ earlobe so he could get it between his teeth, biting
gently as he waited for Stiles to ask.
Stiles had been so determined to make Derek laugh and cursed when Derek grabbed
his wrists, still wiggling his fingers to try and get his sides before they
were too far. He groaned a little and began to squirm in his grasp, about to
complain about it before he heard what Derek had to say about that. Derek’s
threat instantly got him to stop moving and all he could do was drop his jaw
and get a dazed and shocked look on his face as just about every single
coherent thought in his brain went right out the window. “I, uh, holy shit.
Uh.....” He stammered and tried to say something coherent but only managed a
jumbled string of words. His eyes rolled back a little at the feeling of
Derek’s tongue on his ear and he quickly closed his eyes as he tried to not
lose control of himself right then and there. “What would you say?” He finally
asked, managing to get four simple words out with just about all of the self
control that he had left. Derek laughed softly against Stiles’ neck, taking a
short breath before whispering into Stiles’ ear, “No.” He lay back down,
letting Stiles do whatever he wanted. He grinned up at him, holding Stiles’
wrists still, just enough out of the reach of his sides. “So, plan on trying
that again?” He asked, teasing him.
Stiles thought about it, looking between Derek’s face and back down at his
stomach before he slowly went back and forth. “Uh...” He trailed off, lightly
biting his lip as he tried to think of it. “Nah, not right now anyways.” He
replied, bending down so that he could bite him hard on the shoulder he hadn’t
marked yet. Derek glared at him, not satisfied with that answer. At least he
wasn’t going to try it again now though, and - well, all thoughts ended when
Stiles bit down ridiculously hard.
“Fuck,” he swore, forcing the word quickly out of his mouth, ending up with it
coming out like a breathy moan. His hands reflexively tightened against Stiles’
wrists, his feet pressing down against the mattress as he brought his hips up.
He let go of Stiles’ wrists, grabbing Stiles’ hips and pressing his fingertips
against his jeans. Stiles absolutely loved Derek’s reaction, completely
thrilled out of his mind that he was driving him wild. He ran his tongue over
the mark before he moved just a little away from the bite and did it again
before pulling away and sitting up.
“So, are we going to get out of these jeans or are you more into rutting
against me?” He teased lightly, running his fingers through his hair. “Also,
are you into Doggy style or do you do other positions?” He struggled to keep a
straight face but it didn’t work as he grinned and started to laugh. Derek
relaxed into the mattress, closing his eyes and sighing loudly through his
nose.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” Derek grumbled at Stiles’ question. He more firmly
grasped Stiles’ hips, moving Stiles off of his hips so he could get up. He
worked at unbuttoning his jeans, looking over at Stiles. “I don’t really have a
particular position, to answer your question. Whatever you think you’d like, we
can try it. If you don’t like it, we can change it up. It’s not a big deal.”
Derek said as he stripped off his jeans. He left his boxers on for now as he
sat back down, not really seeing the point in getting completely naked until
Stiles made up his mind.
“Well uh, I don’t really have a preferred position.” Stiles replied, moving to
lay on his back so he could undo his jeans and lift his hips so he could pull
them down and kick them off the bed. “I kind of like, honestly have never done
this before so I’m up for whatever.” He replied, tugging at the waistband of
his Batman boxer briefs. He slowly grinned, sitting up and moving so that he
could climb onto Derek’s lap and straddle his hips. “So uh, if I can convince
you, I think you should draw me like one of your French girls at some point.”
Derek was still reeling a little bit from the fact that Stiles was a god damned
virgin. He was taken aback, and didn’t really recover until after Stiles was
climbing onto his lap. He swallowed as Stiles started talking, raising both
eyebrows.
“Did you seriously just Titanic quote me?” He asked, lowering one of his
eyebrows so one was still cocked upwards. He’d yet to notice Stiles’ Batman
underwear, at least until he rolled his eyes, closing them and thumping his
head against Stiles’ sternum, opening them up to see the underwear. He bit his
tongue to refrain from commenting, lifting his head back up to look at Stiles.
“Between that and your underwear and the fact that you’re a virgin, I don’t
know what to say right now.”
“Well, considering you’re a sexy artist, it would have been terrible of me to
not quote Titanic to you.” He replied with a shrug, finding that logic
completely normal. He laughed when Derek dropped his head on his chest, taking
the chance to rub his back and trace his tattoo. “Well what do you want me say?
Be gentle with me, it’s my first time?” He asked as he started to laugh again.
“But you don’t really have to say anything. We can just make out and start
touching each other.”
“Fair enough,” Derek said smirking as he did. “Though, I’d feel more
comfortable if I tell you how I’d like to do this and you tell me if it’s
okay?” Derek asked, lacing his fingers together as he wrapped his arms around
Stiles’ back, “And we should probably set your safe word. Not that you’ll need
one for this time, but just on the off chance.” Derek added quickly.
“Mmmm.” He nodded, resting their foreheads together. “Oooh a safe word? I can’t
wait to get to the kinky stuff.” He snickered before he quickly pecked his
lips. “Okay, back to being serious, that all sounds good. I’m glad that you
have a plan.”
Derek laughed, “One thing at a time.” Derek said after Stiles quickly kissed
him. “Do me a favor and close your eyes, okay?” He said, waiting for Stiles to
do so.
“Maybe you should blindfold me. I’m not very good at waiting for surprises.” He
joked before he gave an over exaggerated sigh and closed his eyes.
“It’s not a surprise,” Derek said with exaggerated patience. “Now, I want you
to focus on my voice for a second. Just listen to it, and when I say so, tell
me the first word that comes into your mind. Try and keep it a short word.” He
said and waited a moment to give Stiles time. “What’s your word?” He asked.
Stiles thought about it, tracing Derek’s side as he finally came up with a
word. “Sugar? I don’t know. First thing to come to mind.” He said softly,
opening his eyes again.
Derek nodded, “That’s perfectly fine. Now, remember that - okay? That’s going
to be your safe word, at least for this time. If you think of a better one that
you like more, that’s fine. Just remember that one for now.” Derek said. “As
far as my plan,” he said, quickly moving on. He wasn’t losing his hard on, but
he did want to wrap this up before he did. “I was thinking that I could just
take care of you right now, since this is your first time. Hands or mouth, it’s
up to you,” He said, wanting to hit himself for how inappropriately blunt that
sounded, but it was already out of his mouth. “I have a second option, if you
don’t want to do that.”
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at that, thinking about what he wanted. “Uh,
well...what would you do with the first option? Also, what’s the second option?
I just wanna know what all my choices are, just in case.” He said softly, not
minding Derek’s ideas anyways.
“To put it simply? A blow job or hand job.” He said, raising a hand to scratch
the back of his neck. “Though if you’re looking for full on losing your V-card,
the second option would be... well, doggy-style - with a little fingering
beforehand.” He said, hating that word only because Stiles had laughed at it
earlier, knowing he was thinking about the werewolf thing. He slowly grinned at
that, snickering as he buried his face in Derek’s neck.
“I think you mean to say ‘wolfy style’ but uh, yeah. I think I can handle the
second option. Go big or go home.” He replied as he nipped at his skin.
“All right,” Derek said, cupping Stiles’ chin in his hand. “I have to grab
something real fast, but when I come back I want you naked and lying down on
your stomach. Okay?” He asked, looking Stiles in his eyes. Stiles nodded at
that, looking back into his eyes before he quickly pecked his lips again.
“Alright, I think I can do that for you.” He smiled widely at him.
“Good boy,” Derek said with a grin, giving Stiles’ ass a loud smack before
getting up. Stiles let out a yelp at the smack, canting his hips away from his
hand. “One minute, max,” Derek said, walking out of his room. He darted across
the main room as soon as he was out of Stiles’ sight, heading for the bathroom.
From there he grabbed his lube, making sure to turn out the lights to at least
make it appear like he wasn’t home - even though if anyone else did surprise
him by showing up now it would be kind of hard to not think he was with Stiles’
Jeep parked next to his car. He walked back, checking the warehouse door before
heading back towards his room.
“I’m counting the seconds!” Stiles yelled back to him as he climbed off of the
bed and stripped himself of his underwear. He had to take deep breaths, unable
to believe that this was really finally happening. He rubbed his hands together
and gave himself a little pep talk before he dropped back onto the mattress.
Once he was comfortable, he lay down on his stomach and closed his eyes as he
waited for his return.
Derek stepped back into his room, humming happily as he saw that Stiles had
actually done as he’d asked. Stiles felt his nerves kicking up again the moment
Derek came back and swallowed hard as he closed his eyes so he could try to
calm them down. Derek stepped over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and
taking the spare pillow and directing Stiles to place it under his hips as he
moved from where he’d sat down to sit between Stiles’ legs. He put some of the
lube on the tips of his right hand’s fingers, waiting until Stiles had seemed
settled and also waiting until he was sure the lube wasn’t going to be cold as
hell. “Ready?” Derek asked, running his free hand along Stiles’ back, admiring
how soft Stiles’ skin was.
“Mmhmm.” Stiles nodded, really liking how slow Derek was going with him. He
figured Derek would probably kill him though if he said anything about him
being sweet, so he kept it to himself. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” He said
softly, glancing back at him before he smiled a little. Derek waited just a
little bit longer, pressing a few kisses down Stiles’ back. He continued with
the kisses along Stiles’ spine.
“Shift up onto your knees for me.” Derek directed, leaning away from Stiles’
back so he could do so. He never stopped touching Stiles’ skin, running his
hand down his side, letting it slide past Stiles’ hips and down his thigh. Once
Stiles had moved, he adjusted his legs underneath himself, leaning forward
again and pressing his lips against Stiles’ shoulder blades as he gently spread
Stiles’ cheeks with his left hand. He stroked his right hand’s pointer finger
against Stiles’ hole, making sure that it was coated at least a little before
teasing his finger against it a little harder. Stiles squirmed a little at the
feeling, exhaling shakily before he closed his eyes for a moment and squirmed a
little. He soon let out a light gasp, balling his hands into loose fists. He
soon took to dropping his head down onto the bed so he could muffle his sounds
against the mattress and keep the noises to himself. It wasn’t long before he
shifted his hips and tried to move back against his hand in an attempt to get
more from him.
“Don’t do that,” Derek said softly, allowing Stiles’ clear request for him to
stop teasing, pressing his finger in slowly, wanting to ease him open. “When I
fuck someone,” Derek continued, kissing The back of Stiles’ neck as he
repositioned himself, his crotch brushing against the back of his hand as he
kept pressing his finger in a little bit at a time. “I like to hear what I’m
doing to them. I like to hear the sounds that force their way out of their
lungs as I fuck them.” He murmured, brushing the tip of his finger against the
top of Stiles’ inside, working his finger out just a little before pressing it
back in. Stiles shook his head quickly, letting out a muffled moan as he
shifted his hips a little at the feeling of the intrusion. He whimpered a
little before he slowly groaned a little as he thought about Derek’s words. He
slowly began to move his hips with his finger and reached his hand back so that
he could take Derek’s free hand and squeeze it.
“There’s a good boy,” Derek said with a small smile as he sat more upright,
squeezing Stiles’ hand back. He kept up with his using one finger for a short
while longer, before tilting his head so he could look at Stiles’ face. “I’m
going to start using another, okay? Then I’ll give you what you’re really
wanting.” Derek said, waiting for Stiles to say it was all right. Stiles nodded
at that, exhaling shakily before he let out a low moan.
“Yeah...Yeah. Sounds good.” He said softly, biting his lip and closing his eyes
again for a moment. “I...I wanna face you when we get to that point. Unless
this is better, I don’t know it’s a little hard to think when a part of you is
in me.” He laughed a little breathlessly. Derek grinned, laughing a little as
well.
“I think I can manage that.” He answered, sliding out his first finger just
enough that he could bring up his middle one next to it, easing them in
together just a little quicker than he had the first one. He braced his wrist
against his crotch, focusing on where he was angling his fingers before
searching out for Stiles’ prostate. He listened carefully to Stiles’ breathing,
the sounds he was making, that always being a sure sign he’d found the right
spot.
“Good. I think it would be nice to do something like tha-Oh fuck.” He moaned
lightly at that and bucked his hips a little. He liked the feeling of his
fingers in him, really excited to get to the other things. He bit his lip and
closed his eyes as he slowly got lost in the feeling before his breath hitched
when Derek got close to the sensitive area. His eyes widened at the feeling and
tried to move his hips so that he could try to get more of that feeling. He let
out a whimper and quickly buried his face back in the bedding so he could quiet
himself. Derek chuckled a little, shaking his head and giving Stiles’ hand a
squeeze.
“It’s all right, I’ve got you,” he murmured, taking a second to relocate that
spot and rub it. He never kept his fingers on it for long, knowing if he did -
especially with Stiles being a virgin - he might end up ruining the fun before
it really began. “You’re not going to be able to muffle those pretty little
sounds once I flip you over,” he said lowly, continuing to tease Stiles’
prostate as he leaned over him, bringing their hands up so Stiles could still
squeeze it if he needed/wanted. Stiles’ eyes rolled back before he closed them,
moaning louder as he rocked his hips with his hand. He was losing coherency
quickly and began to mutter a jumble of curse words under his breath as he
spread his legs more for Derek. He squeezed his hand tighter, whimpering and
dropping his forehead down to the bed before he cried out Derek’s name.
“P-Please, Derek. I-I...Oh God...I need more.” He groaned out, his toes curling
as he struggled to control himself.
“More what?” Derek asked, brushing his thumb against the back of Stiles’ hand,
though he was sure that was little comfort to ease Stiles’ pleasure so he could
be coherent. “Tell me what you need - I need words, Stiles.” He said, easing up
on Stiles’ prostate, but not removing his fingers, instead returning them to
the steady rhythm they’d had before.
Stiles groaned a little and squirmed in protest. “I-I’d really like you inside
me now, please and thank you.” He said quickly, breathing heavily as he kept
his eyes closed so that he could think a bit easier. Derek laughed, nodding.
“All right, I’m done torturing you then I suppose,” Derek said, unable to
resist brushing his fingertips against Stiles’ prostate one last time before
gently removing his fingers. Stiles went to thank him for being nice enough to
stop torturing him but instead let out a loud moan as he closed his eyes
tightly. “Jesus Christ, Derek!” He exclaimed, tightening his grip on the
bedding as he writhed a little. Derek got up from the bed, stripping off his
boxers with his clean hand and using them to wipe off his fingers before
tossing them in the far opposite corner of the room. “You can flip whenever
you’re ready, or I can help you,” Derek said, laughing a little at the way
Stiles looked. He looked sexy, yes, but also quite funny with his face smashed
against the bed the way it was. Stiles had to take a minute to control himself
and get his body to move right before he slowly sat up and moved his arms
around Derek’s neck.
“Y-You are such a dick.” He panted heavily, scowling at him as his face
flushed. “You are so lucky that I am too invested in having sex with you or I
would kick you.” Derek burst out laughing, hiding his face until he’d stopped,
looking back up at Stiles with a giant grin on his face.
“You say that, but I’m not even done yet,” Derek said, leaning forward and
pressing a kiss to Stiles’ neck. He didn’t want to waste any more time, so he
went ahead and at least positioned himself between Stiles’ legs. Stiles slowly
smiled widely, glad that he had gotten Derek to laugh even if he wouldn’t let
him tickle him. He ran his fingers through his hair, nodding as he hummed in
content.
“Yeah, I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me.” He said softly
before he took Derek’s hand again so that he could hold it tightly.
“Hmmm, well, you won’t have to wait long,” Derek said, glancing over so he
could locate the lube again, warming it up in his hand for a few seconds before
reaching down to his cock and slicking it up. Stiles stayed quiet as he watched
Derek get himself ready and felt the butterflies in his stomach going full
force. His throat tightened a little from his nerves. Derek kissed Stiles’
chest, his shoulder, his throat, finally kissing his mouth and nipping at
Stiles’ lower lip. All the while he stroked himself and got himself ready. He
hated that he sensed how nervous Stiles was, but he was a virgin and he assumed
that was it – worse case, he had his safe word if he needed it. Once he was
ready, he let go of Stiles’ hand, bringing his now free hand between their hips
so he could shift Stiles’ legs up a little. He brushed the tip of his cock
against Stiles’ hole, letting out a heavy sigh as he began to press into him.
Stiles took a slow breath before Derek began to slowly push in, letting out a
gasp and a light moan at the feeling.
“O-Oh God.” Stiles said softly, his hands flying up to his face so he could
cover it as his face quickly flushed more than it already had. He realized that
he probably looked stupid and had big plans on keeping his face covered the
whole time so that Derek wouldn’t be able to see it. Derek didn’t bother
complaining about Stiles hiding his face, letting go of his cock once he had
pushed inside Stiles enough that he didn’t need to guide his way. He pressed in
gently, bracing himself above Stiles as he hung his head.
“Fuck, Stiles,” he breathed, lifting his free hand to grip Stiles’ hands,
pulling them down just enough to press his lips against Stiles’ mouth as their
hips finally met together. Derek traced his tongue along Stiles’ lips, his
breath coming out in heavy pants. Stiles let out a low whine as he shifted his
hips and moved his legs open more so that he could accommodate him easier.
“T-That’s the idea.” He laughed a little breathlessly before he was kissed. He
opened his mouth so that he could meet Derek’s tongue with his own before he
tried to coax it into his mouth. Derek breathed a laugh through his nose,
working his mouth open against Stiles’ pressing their tongues together. He
brought his hips back, letting his hand move away from Stiles’ face. He brought
his fingers around Stiles’ cock as he pressed back in, easing his way into a
rhythm with his hips and his hand. He moaned a little into Stiles’ mouth,
partially because of how good Stiles was making him feel, and partially because
God damn it had been a really long time. He was honestly glad that he’d lasted
this long, spending most of his attention at the beginning to Stiles for that
very reason.
Stiles let out a gasp against his mouth and bucked his hips between Derek’s
hips and his hand. His nerves were completely gone and were quickly being
replaced with one of the greatest things that he had felt in his life. He moved
to rest a hand on the back of Derek’s neck and the other on his cheek, wanting
to keep him kissing him for a bit longer. He soon thought of something he
wanted to try and pulled away from his mouth so that he could latch onto
Derek’s shoulder and bite down. He was curious to see what kind of effect it
would have on Derek now that he was inside of him.
Derek lost his rhythm the second Stiles’ bit him, a moan stifling his
breathing. He picked it back up as soon as he recovered, but a little faster
this time with his movements. He rested his forehead against Stiles’ shoulder
as he moved inside him. He wasn’t going to last much longer if Stiles kept up,
so he went for the gold, shifting the angle of his hips so he could brush
against Stiles’ prostate with every thrust. He opened his mouth to try and let
Stiles know how close he was, but with so much going on physically and the
force that Stiles was biting him with, all he ended up doing was letting out a
nonsensical moan against Stiles’ chest.
Stiles laughed a little against his skin, preparing to bite again when Derek
slammed against his prostate. He accidentally bit down much harder than he
meant to, muffling his moan before he realized that he tasted Derek’s blood.
“O-Oh my, - Fuck! - fucking G-God, Derek. I-I’m so - God damn! - sorry!” He
tried to get out between his moans, throwing his head back as he dug his nails
in Derek’s back. He began to drag his nails down his back, trying to keep a
grip on himself but it was really hard when he felt himself quickly getting
close to his climax. Derek’s hips jerked forward when Stiles bit him again, not
even realizing why Stiles was apologizing until he felt himself healing. A loud
moan loosed from his lips and swears started pouring from his lips in rapid
succession.
“Fucking Christ, Stiles I’m - is it okay if I...” he said, his breaths letting
out from his mouth in stages, hitching erratically. His eyes flickered open and
closed, his thrusts no less hard, but definitely going to come to a quick end.
His cock was aching from the pressure, ready to release - but Stiles hadn’t
said anything about where Derek should come and he needed to know that it was
okay.
“O-Okay if you..?” Stiles tried to get out, digging his nails deeper into his
skin.
“Where,” Derek breathed through clenched teeth, his toes curling up. “Where
should I - mmmm oh fuck,” he said, dissolving into more slurs at the same time
as Stiles brought him closer - and therefore deeper - using his legs. Derek
couldn’t control himself as he came, eyes shifting red just seconds before
Stiles’ hips bucked against him, his hips stuttering before stilling every
single movement with himself pressed into Stiles as much as their bodies would
allow. His whole body kept tensing, an inaudible groan melding into a very loud
one as Stiles drew blood on his back. He clenched his hands around the bed
sheets, gritting his teeth and shuddering as he rested his forehead on Stiles’
shoulder. He kept himself up as long as he could, his arms shaking until he’d
gently removed himself from Stiles, letting himself fall to lie next to Stiles
on his back, eyes settled on the ceiling as he panted, and trying to catch up
with his breathing.
Stiles groaned a little at the loss of Derek before he let out a low whine as
he tried to keep a hold on him but instead his body wouldn’t allow it and he
just dropped back to the bed. He felt like he was just a pile of mush and
panted heavily as he stared up at the ceiling with a completely dazed look on
his face. It wasn’t long before he slowly smiled and began to laugh to himself.
“Holy fucking shit.” He said softly, unable to believe just how incredible that
was. He slowly turned his head to look at Derek, rolling over so that he could
curl up against him and kiss his jaw softly. “Thank you so much for that.”
Derek was content to lay there for the rest of the day, however much of it was
left. He didn’t have windows in his room, and he didn’t want to get up just to
glance on the windows. His cigarettes were a good motivator, but he had a
carton on the other side of the bed along with his spare lighter, so he didn’t
worry too much more about it. He looked over at Stiles, noticing the movement
out of the corner of his eye. He’d barely heard Stiles’ swearing with the
leftovers of having just come still working their way through his head and his
body. He worked his arm under Stiles’ head, bringing him closer and just
resting his arm around Stiles’ shoulder, hand finding its way to Stiles’ hair
and brushing his fingers against it.
He smirked at Stiles thanking him, humming in response. “I’ve definitely had
worse,” Derek sighed, closing his eyes, resting his other hand on his stomach.
“I’m sorry for the end there.”
“I’m giving myself a gold medal.” He mumbled, resting his head on Derek’s
shoulder before he closed his eyes. He felt like he could just fall asleep
right now and that didn’t seem like too bad of an idea. His father worked late
so he could get away with it as long as he was home and in bed before he got
out of work. He slowly moved his arm around Derek’s waist loosely so that he
could keep him close and stay with his new favorite source of heat.
“Why are you sorry?” He asked, frowning over at Derek after he’d registered
what Derek had said.
“Because I didn’t clear with you where I came before I did.” Derek said. Stiles
stayed quiet for a bit, trying to think of what to say that wasn’t some cheesy
after sex line from some typical rom-com. “It’s totally fine, but uh… I can’t
feel my legs.”
Close enough.
Derek chuckled, only partially relieved at Stiles’ answer. “The feeling will
come back in a few minutes.” He said, lifting his head from the mattress and
popping his neck both ways before resting it back on the bed. He sighed, not
wanting to get up even though he knew he needed to. He turned his head and
looked down at Stiles, a small smirk on his lips. He was pretty pleased with
himself, to be perfectly honest. “I need to grab a few things, but you don’t
have to get up unless you want to,” Derek said softly. Stiles quickly groaned
in protest and moved his arm tighter around Derek in an attempt to keep him
there. He even tried to move his leg around his for good measure so that he
could make sure that Derek wasn’t going anywhere until he gave him permission.
Derek rolled his eyes, “You’re a mess.” Derek muttered, shaking his head. “At
least grab me a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from down there,” he said,
gesturing at the floor on the other side of Stiles.
“So are you.” Stiles laughed a little reaching up so that he could mess Derek’s
hair up even more than he already had before he slowly reached over to get
Derek’s things for him. At the same time, Derek reached down to the end of the
bed, grabbing the sheet where it had gotten shoved at some point and tossing it
over Stiles. “To clean yourself up,” he said as explanation, resting back down
against the mattress.
“Aw, damn, and here I was thinking that you were going to lick it off of me. No
not really, just kidding. I just want to cuddle.” He murmured as he wiped
himself up and tossed the sheet aside.
Derek grabbed the sheet before it flew too far out of his reach, finding a not
cum covered section and glancing back at his shoulder. It was mostly smeared
from Stiles’ apparently ingesting most of the blood, but he wiped off what was
still there and then he noticed the bed, dotted lines of tiny blood droplets
from where he had laid down. Derek groaned inwardly, “I’m going to have to buy
new... everything.” Derek said, tossing the sheets aside finally. He leaned
over Stiles, grabbing the cigarettes and lighter for himself, smacking the top
of the pack against the heel of his palm a few times before pulling at the
cellophane.
“I’ll bring some over tomorrow.” Stiles told him softly since it was the least
he could do after all since it was his fault that the sheets were going to be
stained. “Do you have a preference in color or can I just get whatever?” He
asked before he grinned to himself as he traced his side softly. He soon
thought of something and furrowed his eyebrows as he watched Derek. “Have you
ever tried shot gunning?” The teenager asked him curiously, thinking of another
thing that he might like to try for fun.
“Black might be best,” Derek said, grabbing Stiles hand and moving it to a less
ticklish area of his side. He crumpled up the cellophane in the same movement
that he tore out the front foil cover of the pack, brushing his finger rapidly
along the tops of the filters to get rid of tobacco flakes that had worked
their way there. He tossed the paper and cellophane on the floor, tapping out a
cigarette and lighting it, tossing those on the milk crate he was using as a
nightstand. He crossed his legs, resting his elbows on his knees as he smoked,
sitting in the middle of the bed so when he needed to tap his ashes he just had
to stretch out his arm.
“Wait, are you talking about pot?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked
over at Stiles, registering what he’d asked.
Stiles groaned shifted a little to get more comfortable before he slowly got
more comfortable. “Well, I mean it’s normally done with pot from what I’ve
seen, but I’m not gonna do that because of my dad and the whole lacrosse thing.
I figured that you could be able to do it with normal cigarettes too so that it
would be almost the same thing. I mean, if you’ve done that with pot that’s
cool too, but it was just something that crossed my mind. You’re kind of fun to
watch when you smoke.” He admitted, just sort of blurting out every single
thing that was on his mind at this point. Derek raised his eyebrow a little
further, blinking a couple times.
“You know, you could just have a pack. I have plenty,” Derek said, placing the
cigarette between his lips and taking a drag. “Unless you were saying that for
a reason.” he said, his eyebrow finally going back to a normal position as he
did.
“I was suggesting it,” He started before pausing and leaning forwards as he
slowly looked from Derek’s eyes and back down to his lips, slowly licking his
own. “Because it’s something I would like to do with you.” Derek let the smoke
billow up from his lungs, spilling out between his parted lips the same as it
was rising from his cigarette. He blew the rest out past Stiles face, over his
shoulder.
“I guess I can do that,” Derek said, assuming it was some sort of sex appeal
thing for Stiles. He waited a few seconds to clear his lungs before taking
another drag. He took Stiles’ chin in his free hand, easing his mouth open and
pressing their lips together, exhaling the smoke into Stiles’ mouth. He gave
Stiles a quick kiss before pulling away, taking another drag and actually
inhaling it this time for himself. Stiles nipped at Derek’s lip when he was
kissed and slowly smiled before he held the smoke in for a few moments. He
watched Derek curiously before he slowly exhaled and watched the smoke come
from his mouth.
“You don’t get stoned do you?” He asked curiously, wondering about that now.
Derek exhaled the smoke he’d inhaled, reaching his hand past Stiles to tap his
ashes on the floor, mentally reminding himself to invest in an ashtray… and a
broom.
“Are you asking if I smoke pot or asking if it’s possible considering the whole
werewolf thing?” Derek asked, resting his hand on Stiles’ knee, careful of
where his cigarette was aimed so he didn’t accidentally burn Stiles.
“Well now I’m wondering both.” He replied, smiling a little at Derek. He felt
happy whenever Derek touched him and was glad that they would get to keep doing
this.
“Well, the answer to the first question is not in a really long time.” Derek
said, pausing to take a drag from his cigarette and exhale it. “The answer to
the second is a bit of a story, but to make it short - yes, I can get high.” He
said. “What about you? I mean, I know your dad’s a cop and the lacrosse and
all, but.. Not even once? At a party or something?” Derek asked.
“Uh, no, I haven’t gotten stoned. But I have gotten drunk, on more than one
occasion.” He replied, leaning forwards to kiss him quickly once the cigarette
wasn’t in his mouth. “It’s not really something I’ve had the chance to do.”
Derek shook his head, “It’s not really anything it’s cracked up to be. Nice,
definitely, but I don’t know. Maybe I just should have smoked more than a few
hits the times I smoked.” He said and took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling
it out.
“I kind of would actually like to see what you’re like when you’re high.” He
said softly, trying to picture what he would act like. He soon groaned and
buried his face in Derek’s chest. “Jesus, you’re already corrupting me. Almost
everything becomes about eighty percent hotter if it involves you.” He mumbled
as he looked up at him again. He waited until he took another drag before he
kissed Derek again so he could take the smoke from him and blow it out again
slowly. “Like this for example. Anyone else and I probably wouldn’t even do
it.” Derek nodded, bowing his head forward and looking at the bracelet on his
wrist, twisting it around so the charms were visible.
“I just want you to remember what I said earlier. We’re just friends - we can’t
afford to be anything else. I’m sorry if that’s an unnecessary reminder, but
it’s just the way it’s gotta be.” Derek muttered. He lifted his head and looked
over at Stiles, his mask coming up and making his expression and feelings
unreadable, his trustworthy shield - though it probably gave away more than if
he’d just allowed himself to look disappointed.
“I know that.” He told him softly, sitting back. He furrowed his eyebrows,
seeing the change in him and slowly got to his feet. “I should probably head
home.” He murmured, not really wanting to, but he figured that maybe Derek just
needed space right now. “I’ll see you tomorrow maybe?” Derek watched Stiles get
up, reaching out to balance him when he seemed unsteady, but Stiles already had
it covered. He mentally berated himself, wondering if Stiles was leaving
because of what he’d just said and knowing the answer was probably yes. He was
shutting down again and that was good, he thought. Better to shut down and see
him another day than to end up having a fight... Or whatever might happen if he
asked Stiles to stay.
“Come back tomorrow, I’ll get some stuff together and I’ll draw you,” Derek
offered, wanting to at least attempt to give Stiles a reason to come back.
Stiles paused at Derek’s words and furrowed his eyebrows before he slowly
looked back over at him once he was finished getting dressed.
“What? You really mean it?” He asked curiously he smiled widely. “Okay, that
sounds really awesome. I’ll be here as soon as I’m finished with practice.” He
said softly, almost wanting to lean down and give him one last kiss but decided
against it. “And I’ll bring you over some new sheets.” Derek shifted towards
the edge of the bed, grabbing and slipping his jeans back on as he stood.
“Sounds like a plan,” he said, leaning down to pick up his shirt. He pulled it
on before he walked over to Stiles, brushing his fingers over the bite mark
he’d left on Stiles’ shoulder. “If anyone asks you about this, you should have
a lie prepped.” he said, brushing his hand against Stiles’ face, tucking his
cigarette between his lips.
“I got attacked by a dog.” He replied with a shrug before he slowly grinned up
at him. “Oh wait, that’s exactly what happened.” He joked. “And I know, I know,
don’t worry, I’m going to keep them hidden as much as I possibly can. I promise
I won’t let anyone find out, okay?” He replied before he shifted a little on
his feet. “Can I have another good kiss or should we wait until later?” Derek
let out a sharp silent laugh, bowing his head as he took his cigarette from his
lips.
“Since you asked nicely,” he replied, bringing his free hand up to Stiles neck.
He pulled Stiles’ face to him, pressing their lips together. He rubbed the back
of Stiles’ neck a little before pulling away, pressing one last kiss to Stiles’
forehead. Stiles loved the way that Derek kissed him more than almost anything
in the entire world. He smiled against his mouth as he nipped at his lip softly
before Derek could pull away.
“Thanks.” He said softly, unable to stop himself from grinning when Derek
kissed his forehead. “Alright, I’ll be back sooner than you think.” He said
happily before he zipped his jacket up and headed out of the warehouse so that
he could go home and get a lot of sleep. Derek nodded, watching Stiles leave.
He ran his hand through his hair, glancing at his bed which made him sigh. He
had no spare sheets at all. He stripped it clean, the pillows too and ended up
spending the next couple of hours cleaning as much of the warehouse that he
could until finally passing out on the bed.
***** Work Of Art *****
Derek woke up around noon the next day, which he kicked himself for doing
because that left him about 4 hours to get stuff together for Stiles coming
over later. He quickly changed into some cleaner clothes, taking off in his
Camaro towards the only store in Beacon Hills that sold decent art supplies.
His visit there was mainly uneventful until he was at the checkout and the
whole time the cashier was staring at him with this terrified scent coming off
of them. He sighed inwardly, paying with his credit card and heading out with a
pack of canvas panels and a fresh case of Primsacolor pencils.
He stopped by the local Wal-Mart as well, because God forbid any town didn’t
have one, and picked up some cleaning supplies there as well - getting home
just a little before 3:30pm. How he’d ended up spending that much time was
mainly attributed to his pickiness with his art supplies, but at least Stiles
hadn’t beat him there. He brought everything up in two trips, starting to put
things away where he wanted them, except for the stuff he’d need when Stiles
finally got there.
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Stiles was a little sore in the morning from everything, but he found that he
actually really liked it a lot. He spent more time than he probably should have
staring in the mirror at his bite marks. He was going to have to ask Derek to
give him more marks next time and maybe some more prominent ones that would
last a lot longer. He was a little sad that he had to cover them up because he
was so proud of them and the fact that his V-card had been stamped in the best
way, but he knew that they were going to have to keep it a secret. He had used
nearly half a bottle of his soap in his super long shower, trying to make sure
that he could avoid smelling like Derek way more than he normally did whenever
he hung out at his place to the werewolves he hung around.
Once Lacrosse practice was over and done with, he quickly changed into his
clothes and drove straight to Derek’s house so that they could hang out. He
couldn’t wait to see how the drawing session would go, and if there was
anything else that they were going to do once it was over and done with. After
he locked up his Jeep, he headed to the door and began to knock on it before he
leaned back and waited for him. Taking Derek’s advice for once, he had left his
hoodie in the car so he was left in his favorite T-shirt with a little shark on
it that said ‘Jawesome’ in big blue letters.
“It’s open!” Derek called over his shoulder to the door, standing at the table
by the windows as he worked at trying to open his pack of canvas panels. For
some stupid reason they had them sealed up ridiculously tight, as well as
pressed together with a band. He flexed out a hand, claws shifting out as he
did, removing the issue entirely and just ripping his claws through the plastic
and the band. Stiles opened the door and closed it behind him once he was in
before he headed over to Derek. He slowly grinned as he saw that he had all of
the art supplies out.
“You’re really going all out on this.” He said softly, looking over to see what
all he would be using. “So uh, Jack, do you prefer your models clothed or
nude?”
When Stiles came over he glanced up at him, smirking at his first comment,
rolling his eyes at his second. He paused in opening the case of pencils and
looked at what Stiles was wearing, raising his eyebrows with a sigh. “Do you
really want to have a permanent picture of you wearing a shirt that says
Jawsome on it?” He asked, going back to opening the pencils as he waited for an
answer. He didn’t have as many problems with it, not wasting time trying to
open it regularly and just using his claws like he did with the canvases. The
case opened like a book and he sat it on the table.
“Don’t knock my shirt, this is my lucky shirt. And you’re probably just jealous
of it anyways because you wish that you could be as Jawsome as a shark.” Stiles
replied, tugging a little at it for emphasis. He thought about it for a moment
before he groaned and pulled the shirt over his head so he could toss it aside.
“Are you going for a bust drawing or do I need to get completely naked?” Derek
hummed at Stiles defense of his shirt, shaking his head as he ran his fingers
over the pencils, already thinking about which ones matched up with the certain
browns of Stiles’ eyes or the peach of his lips. He had to mentally shake
himself when Stiles started talking again, looking away from the colors so he
could focus on what Stiles was saying.
“I figure just a bust for now; I might want to draw you again later, who
knows.” He said, glancing at the spot where he’d bit Stiles, noting how it had
bruised a little around the edges, wondering if he should add the marks in or
not. Stiles nodded at that before he remembered something.
“Oh right, I brought your new sheets. I may as well go put them upstairs while
you’re setting up, right?” He asked, picking up his backpack before he looked
back at Derek. “I can change your sheets too while I’m up there so they’re
ready for when you go to bed, or y’know, anything else that happens.”
“Yeah, go for it,” Derek said, giving a shrug as he gestured in the general
direction of his room. “Grab that crate by my bed on your way back,” he added,
walking over to Stiles’ drum kit and grabbing Stiles’ stool, glancing around
the room trying to figure out where he wanted Stiles to sit as he stepped back
out from behind the drums.
“Alright, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He replied, carrying his backpack
upstairs so that Derek wouldn’t be able to see the sheets until he went to his
room. Derek did say he wanted black sheets, but he didn’t specify that they had
to be all black. He pulled out a set of Batman sheets, stripping the mattress
before he tossed the dirty sheets aside and replaced them with the new ones.
Once he deemed it perfect, he headed back downstairs and grinned at him. “Are
you all ready for me now?” Derek eventually settled on moving the table,
setting the stool in its place. He looked over at Stiles from the pencils on
the table where he’d moved it off to the side, shaking his head and going back
to selecting the pencils he wanted to use.
“You forgot the crate.” He said simply.
“Well crap. This is why we can’t have nice things.” Stiles replied, groaning
and turning around so that he could go and get it. He grabbed the crate before
he returned and set it down beside Derek. “Anything else?” Derek glanced up,
thinking before shaking his head.
“Nope,” he answered, still picking out colors. He nodded over at the stool,
“You can go ahead and sit down, I’ll just be a second.” he said, frowning at
the pencils before picking up one more, then another, and one last one that he
wasn’t even sure he’d use, but just in case. Once he’d gathered them up and
grabbed a canvas he picked up the crate and sat it down a couple feet away from
the platform, sitting down on it and pulling out a cigarette before he looked
up at Stiles.
“Find a position that’ll be comfortable, if you want to smile, that’s fine, but
remember you’re going to be holding this pose for a while,” he said, lighting
his cigarette before cracking his knuckles. He sorted out the pencils on the
floor next to his foot, scratching his free hand through his hair as he waited
for Stiles to settle into a pose. Stiles began to spin around on the stool
slowly as he tried to think about what kind of pose would be the best and most
comfortable.
“Uh, well...” He trailed off and raised an eyebrow as he continued to think.
“Should we do something really sexy or no?”
“Do you want something you can show people? ‘Cause that’s the answer to your
question,” Derek said, resting his elbows on his knees, the canvas resting on
his lap as he took a drag from his cigarette, holding his right hand in his
left as he looked up at Stiles. Stiles laughed at that and tilted his head back
as he stopped spinning.
“Well, damn. There goes my plan of having you drawing me jacking off next
time.” He joked as the chair slowly came to a stop and he rolled his head to
look over at Derek. “What about this? It seems like an easy position to keep.”
He rested his cheek against his shoulder, not thinking that he would get sore
fast if he kept the pose up. Derek shook his head, getting up and setting the
canvas down on the crate, stepping up the platform to where Stiles was sitting.
“You’re stretching out your neck muscles. It might seem comfy right now, but an
hour from not it’s not going to be.” Derek said, stepping up to Stiles and
using the tips of his fingers to angle Stiles’ head back upright, but tilted
back a little. He looked him over and pressed down on Stiles’ shoulders until
he moved them so they were just a little slouched.
“Sitting like this will let you last a lot longer,” he said and raised his
cigarette to his lips, taking a drag. He frowned as he ran his thumbnail
against his lip, thinking about how Stiles was positioned and where he was
going to cut off the drawing. He put Stiles’ hand on his not bitten shoulder,
tapping Stiles’ forehead when he was done. “Now, just try not to move,” he
said, stepping back off the platform and setting himself back up on the crate.
Stiles groaned a little when Derek mentioned the time it would take, but knew
that he would have to try his best to be patient and keep still. He had an
energy drink in his bag just in case he had problems sitting still, since the
effect of the drink on his ADHD would work just as well as his medication.
“Okay, I’ll stay still for you and be the best model that you will ever draw.”
He loved being moved around by Derek, enjoying how he was already getting into
his artist zone. “Y’know, I think I’ll have a lot of fun when you tie me up,
since I’m already having a good time and all you did was move me around a
little.” He slowly grinned as he spoke before he realized that it was probably
a bad thing to distract Derek when he was trying to draw him. Derek smirked,
shaking his head.
“We’ll see how you feel in about half an hour,” Derek said, glancing up at
Stiles before setting his pencil back to the paper. He’d take breaks every once
in a while, either to smoke or get another look at Stiles. Eventually, however,
he had a rough outline done of everything except Stiles’ face, allowing Stiles
to talk because he knew that with Stiles’ inability to shut up that was likely
going to be the most difficult area to get him to hold still for. He sat his
pencil down after his hand started to get cramped from the constant short,
quick movements - the muscles aching for a chance to heal themselves. He didn’t
need long before it felt fine, but he still got up, rolling his neck and
looking over to Stiles.
“Break time,” he said, setting the canvas on top of the others on the table,
drawing side down. Stiles groaned in happiness when he was allowed to move,
jumping off of the stool and stretching his body. He went over to Derek,
grabbing his pack of cigarettes so he could take one and light it up. “Hey
look, I didn’t choke this time.” He smiled up at him after he had taken a drag.
Derek leaned against the table, taking a cigarette for himself, lighting it
after Stiles handed him his lighter back.
“Congrats,” Derek said with a smirk and an eye roll, crossing his arms over his
chest after he’d taken a drag and exhaled it out. “You talk about really random
stuff whenever no one’s answering you,” he commented.
“My mind works weird, you’ll get used to it if you haven’t already. Which by
the sounds of it that would be a no.” He slowly grinned, slowly twirling the
little tobacco stick in his fingers as he watched Derek. “I think you may be
corrupting me. I mean, I am at a very impressionable age.” Derek laughed,
shaking his head.
“I am not taking the blame for that. You’re the one who said yes.” Derek said,
gesturing at Stiles’ cigarette. He slid down from the table, heading towards
the corner by the window where he had a case of soda. He grabbed a couple,
offering one out to Stiles as he came back over to the table.
“Nah, I’m gonna say that you’re a bad influence.” Stiles snickered. “Let’s see,
I’ve already tried harboring a fugitive, I almost did cut off your arm, I’ve
had sex, started socially smoking, and I’ve also considered getting stoned with
you so that we can try actually shot gunning. I’m afraid that if it keeps
going, I’ll grow my hair out like yours and start wearing leather.” He joked as
he took the soda from him.
“I’m trying to find the complaint in that, but I’m just not seeing it,” Derek
said, cracking his soda open and taking a drink. “Besides, I’m not gonna say
that you with longer hair isn’t an attractive idea.” He said, placing his
cigarette between his lips and taking a drag, eying Stiles out of the corner of
his eye. Stiles laughed a little and rubbed his buzzed head.
“Maybe I’ll try growing it out during the summer.” He shrugged as he thought
about it before he glanced back at him. “So uh, you said that there was a long
story how you could get stoned. What is it?” Derek leaned his head back as he
exhaled the drag, trying to think of where to start.
“Well, it’s kind of boring to me, but I mean I guess it’s kind of interesting.”
He said and lifted his head back up, scratching at his hairline for a second.
“One of my relatives a few decades ago was trying to come up with a way for his
wife, a born werewolf like me, to be able to enjoy alcohol.” He paused to tap
his ashes. “So, he started with this really weak form of wolfsbane and I don’t
know the other plant he used, but he started crossbreeding them together.
Eventually, he came up with a new strain that was able to be mixed into
alcohol, or died out and mixed with pot, which allows us to get high or drunk
without risking us dying from the poison.” He took a drag from his cigarette,
following it with a drink of his soda. “We’re the only family that has it, as
far as I know. I guess my relative didn’t want to share his work.” He added.
“What the hell do you mean that’s boring? That’s one of the most badass things
I have ever heard. That’s taking the whole ‘pick your poison’ thing to a whole
other level because I mean, you’re taking wolfsbane. That’s freaking awesome.
Do you have any of it?” He asked curiously, really intrigued by this now. “God,
I don’t know how you could find that boring. It’s like how dolphins chew
blowfish to get stoned from the poison.”
“There’s a spot on the property where my family used to grow it, but since no
one’s been tending it I don’t know if any of it would be useful. I don’t even
know if it’s still there,” Derek answered, tapping his ashes by his foot. “I
think I still have some seeds stored away in my stuff, but it’d be a couple
months before any of it would be ready.”
“Well that’s no fun.” He said softly, taking a last drag of his cigarette
before he put it out under his sneaker. “Have you ever really ever used it
yourself?” He asked him curiously as he looked back up at him. He was really
intrigued to hear about the really cool things that werewolves could do that no
one else really knew about.
“Me and Laura had a few plants up in New York. Pretty easy to get away with
getting high whenever you want what you’re smoking isn’t illegal.” Derek said,
taking one last drag from his cigarette before doing the same to his own. “We’d
use it mostly for drinking though, Laura didn’t like the apartment to smell
like that all the time.”
“Do you ever miss New York?” He asked him curiously. He felt so bad that Derek
had gone through so much bad in his life. It was bad enough that he had lost
his family in a fire, but then to have his only sister and, by the sound of it,
best friend die too? He didn’t know how he could have handled it.
“Not really,” Derek said with a shrug. “It was just where me and Laura ended
up, y’know? There’s just so much noise there, so many people who don’t give two
shits about who you are - which is nice - but it means you had to put up with a
lot of bullshit any time you went anywhere. The only thing I miss was working
at the shop and... Well, Laura.” Derek said, running his thumb along the ring
of his soda can. He left it at that, taking a breath and clearing his throat
before taking a drink of his soda. Stiles bit his lip as he watched Derek and
just felt worse about bringing the wolfsbane up since it led to something that
Derek was still really hurting about. He stepped closer to Derek, moving his
arms around his neck and pulling him in for a tight embrace. He figured that
Derek didn’t get many hugs, and right now it seemed like the perfect time for
one.
Derek took a second to get a breath, not expecting Stiles to hug him. Most of
the time when he got like that Stiles just left. He blindly sat his soda down
on the table and hesitantly wrapped his arms around Stiles’ back. He swallowed
hard, the tight way that Stiles was hugging him making it difficult to breathe,
or maybe that was just the way his memories had settled on his chest like a
brick. He closed his eyes, turning his face to bury it in Stiles’ neck,
tightening his arms around him a little. He swore at himself in his thoughts,
getting way too much comfort from Stiles holding him. But what else were
friends supposed to be for, other than making you laugh? He knew this was what
friends were supposed to do, comfort each other when they needed it, but it
still felt like it was more than that. Maybe because they’d had sex, maybe
because Derek just really genuinely liked Stiles as a human being - he didn’t
know. He sighed inwardly, lifting his head up and resting his cheek against
Stiles’ head.
Stiles kept his arms around Derek, rubbing his back and trying to do all that
he could to comfort him. He began to hum under his breath and run his fingers
through his hair. “It’s okay, Derek, I’m here.” He told him softly. He wanted
to tell him that everything was going to be okay, but he really didn’t know. So
far, things were going very well, but a lot had still happened recently. “You
don’t have to keep it all in, okay? I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you
don’t want, but if you can find ways of letting it out, I’ll help you. I don’t
want you to have to hold it all in.” He didn’t know how he had gotten to this
point, but he genuinely cared about Derek. He hated to see him suffering and he
just wanted to help take some of his pain away. “I’m not letting you go, okay?”
“You’re gonna have to let me go at some point,” Derek said through a breathy
laugh. “Look, I’m not going to fall apart okay? I just still need a little time
to get things sorted in my head.” He said; which was basically code for
compartmentalizing his pain so he didn’t have to think about it, unless he had
to. He was stupidly good at that and it was a lot easier to do that, more
natural feeling, than to ‘let it out’ as Stiles put it.
“Shut up.” Stiles replied, keeping his arms around him. “I know how much it
sucks to try to hold everything inside and you know what that led to? Anxiety
and panic attacks. Everyone may be different, but I don’t want anything bad
happening to you because you held everything in. Got it? You could break a
wall, but that’s still better than letting it eat you away inside, okay?” He
tried to think about what else he could say to help him. “You’re...You’re
actually a really awesome person and you’ve deserved none of the shit in your
life that you’ve gotten for having a bit of wolf blood in you. You’re actually
a pretty good person.”
“I’ve been dealing with stuff the same way my whole life; I’m not going to snap
now just because I lost my sister too. My family’s alpha power is mine now, and
Peter’s dead. I can’t be any more okay with things than I am right now. I miss
her, yeah. I miss my mom too, I miss Cora and Brandon and my cousins, my dad,
but wallowing in that pain even if it’s as healthy as you say - I just can’t do
it.” He gently pushed Stiles away from him enough that he could look at Stiles’
face. “You’re trying to help, I get that, but I promise you I’m fine. Just
because I miss my family doesn’t mean I’m secretly about to fall apart at the
mention of their names or what happened.” Stiles nodded at that, staring up
into Derek’s eyes as he tried to stop some of his own vulnerabilities from
rising to the surface.
“I know, I know. I’m not saying that you’re going to break or that you’re some
fragile flower needing protection. I’m just saying that I’m here for you for
when you need me. You don’t have to talk about anything to me. Just keep
spending time with me and doing things we me, because we both know that it’s
doing a lot of good.” He pointed out since he had seen how much Derek had
opened up to him. “And I’m going to keep fucking hugging you, even if you get
pissed and try to claw at me, because this hug train stops for no one.” He
replied as he grinned in an attempt to help him feel better. Derek sighed,
narrowing his eyes a little at Stiles.
“I’m gonna miss the days you were scared of me,” he joked, smirking a little.
“We going to go back to the drawing, or is the ’hug train’ not done yet?”
Stiles laughed at that as he pulled away.
“Maybe you should try harder to scare me. I’m seeing you as less of a wolf and
more of something more domestic. Like a Chihuahua.” He teased before he headed
back to the stool and plopped down. “I guess the hug train can take a break for
now.” Derek raised an eyebrow at Stiles.
“Don’t tempt me,” he answered, walking off the platform, taking the canvas with
him and still making sure that Stiles couldn’t see his progress. Getting
comfortable again he glanced up at Stiles, “You remember how you were sitting?”
He asked, tapping one of his pencils he’d picked up against the palm of his
hand. Stiles nodded at that, slowly moving his head into the right position
before he moved his hand back to his shoulder.
“There we go.” He said softly as he began to slowly push the stool to spin
himself around just for the sake of bothering Derek. Derek nodded, working on
the drawing for a few seconds before glancing back up.
“Stop moving,” he said, glaring up at him before going back to the drawing, his
hands making quick movements as he tried to focus on adding in the lines of
Stiles’ hand. Stiles stopped moving for a bit, laughing a little as he watched
Derek.
“Awww, but what would we do if I didn’t make things hard on you?” Derek paused
in drawing to glare up at Stiles.
“I could just knock you out and draw you that way.” He threatened, glancing at
Stiles’ hand before going back to the canvas.
“Wow, that’s not even nice.” The hyperactive teen replied as he stuck his
tongue out at him. “I’m a complete joy to be around.” He added as he soon began
to spin again. Derek grunted in response, shaking his head as he switched
pencils, glancing up at Stiles and sighing.
“Stiles, seriously, I’m trying to be nice and draw you, you’ve got to sit still
- I don’t care if you bounce your leg, talk, do whatever else, just... stop
spinning,” he said, sighing in frustration.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, you’re right.” Stiles replied as he stopped spinning.
“I’m sorry, I’ll stop spinning. I just got a little hyper. Thanks for drawing
me anyways; it’s really awesome of you.”
“It’s not like I’m doing this for free,” Derek said, looking up from the canvas
to look at Stiles for a second, “You’ll be paying me back later.” He said,
starting to fill in a little of Stiles’ collarbone, at least what was visible.
He mentally noted that drawing someone you wanted to have sex with was
excruciatingly time consuming - mainly because you had to stare at them and not
touch, of course. Stiles thought about it, trying to figure out what he was
meaning for a moment before he slowly smiled widely.
“Do you take blowjobs as payment?” He asked curiously, wanting to see how he
would react to that. Derek glanced up from the canvas, raising an eyebrow up at
Stiles. He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it, sighing
inwardly.
“Are you trying to distract me or seduce me?” he asked, going back to the
canvas.
“Can it be both?” Stiles asked with a smile as he bounced his foot on the floor
a little. “I think if I really set my mind to it, I’d be pretty good at it.”
Derek smirked.
“I’m not going to object to finding out.” He answered, switching pencils and
holding the one he was using between his teeth for a second, making a few marks
on the canvas before taking the one from his teeth and using it again. He
looked up at Stiles, taking another long look at him before going back to the
canvas.
“I’m pretty good with my mouth any way; I mean I can tie cherry stems with my
tongue.” He snickered as he stared back at him. “Did you have to draw a ton of
naked people in school?”
“Just one,” Derek answered, trying not to think too much about Stiles’ first
comment just yet. “I didn’t take many classes, probably about four total. Most
of my ability to draw is just my own time and effort.” Derek added, taking a
drink from his soda before he went back to the canvas.
“Okay, that’s it. Break time.” Stiles declared, getting off of the stool again.
“We just - “ Derek started, lifting the canvas against his chest so Stiles
couldn’t see, looking up just in time for Stiles to cup his face and kiss him.
He slipped his eyes closed, leaning forward as Stiles pulled away, but not
getting up just yet. He sighed, raising his hands to place them over Stiles’.
“I think I could forgive you if you didn’t break anything.”
“Okay, good.” Stiles slowly grinned at that and nodded, taking the canvas and
supplies from him before he set them on the table. He didn’t peek at the
drawing yet, wanting to wait until he was finished so that he could really be
surprised. He moved his hand to the back of Derek’s neck once he was back in
front of him and bent down to kiss him again. Derek watched Stiles move his
supplies, glad that Stiles didn’t look at the incomplete canvas. That was one
thing right now that he would get upset at Stiles for. He leaned into the kiss,
gingerly getting up from the chair and running his hands along Stiles chest,
tracing his fingers around Stiles’ ribs and pulling him a little closer. Stiles
moved his arms around his shoulders and began to gently rub them. He soon
grinned; pulling away from the kiss as he gently nuzzled his nose to his.
“Awww, Mr. Sensitive Artist has been working so hard. You are going to so get
pampered when this is all done.” He murmured before he decided to mess with him
by biting him hard on the shoulder.
“I thought you were going to wait to pay me,” Derek hummed, leaning his head
back when Stiles bit him, a startled gasp strangling his thought process as he
realized that no, Stiles wasn’t going to wait to pay him for the drawing –
unless maybe he was and, fuck he didn’t know what was going on, but it was
awesome. “You’re an asshole.” He breathed.
“Eh, I know but then you had to keep freaking being way too hot for your own
good and so I have to do something about that.” Stiles said with a laugh before
it turned to something more mischievous at Derek’s reaction to being bitten.
“How am I an asshole, anyways? I’m not doing much...Only this.” He murmured
before he bit him again.
“It’s because you’re doing that,” Derek muttered, sighing out the words. He
leaned his head forward, pressing his lips against Stiles’ neck, gently grazing
his teeth against Stiles’ skin.
“Awww, is it turning you on?” He asked before he bit his lip and closed his
eyes. “Oh yeah, uh, so...Would it be cool if you left more marks on me? I want
ones that will really last for as long as possible without actual scarring.” He
said softly as he ran his fingers through Derek’s hair.
Derek laughed, “If I bit that hard, you wouldn’t be much of a human anymore
Stiles.” Derek said, pressing another kiss to Stiles’ shoulder. He frowned as
he heard a metallic ring though, the sound of footsteps on the stairs outside
the door. He heard two more before he urgently started pushing at Stiles.
“Someone’s here,” he said, turning to look at the door. The footsteps didn’t
seem to be in a rush, but there weren’t that many stairs, so that wasn’t much
comfort. “Get dressed, now.” Derek spat out, rushing as he tried to gather up
his art supplies. He tossed the pencils in their case, using the crate as a
container for everything as he was rushing to get things hidden. There was
nothing he could do about the drum kit - but that wasn’t the number one thing
that was a problem.
“If you have deodorant, anything like that, use it,” he said, glancing over at
the door. They were almost at the top of the stairs. He jogged over to the
bathroom and hid the crate in the shower, ripping open the box that was on the
floor by the sink and locating his body spray. He sprayed himself down, turning
to stand up at the same time that someone knocked on the door.
***** Training *****
Stiles couldn't believe that they totally just got cock blocked. He reluctantly
obliged and pulled his shirt back on, making sure that he looked completely
normal for whomever the uninvited guest was. He wanted to be annoyed but knew
that he couldn’t or it would come off as very, very suspicious.
The teen watched Derek dash up the stairs, slapping him right on the butt
before he’d dashed off. He walked over to where his backpack was so that he
could freshen his deodorant. Derek rushed back down not long after, running his
hands through his hair as he joined Stiles on the platform. He waited until
Stiles was done using his body spray, walking slowly over to the door – trying
to give their respective deodorants time to actually cover up what they’d been
about to do. He glanced back over his shoulder at Stiles before opening the
door, tilting his head back a little as he saw that it was Isaac.
“Isaac,” he said, stepping back from the doorway so he could come in. Isaac
furrowed his eyebrows a little when he saw Stiles before he glanced back down
the stairs for a moment.
“That explains the Jeep.” He said softly, looking back at the two of them. “Can
we do some training today or is it not a good time?”
Derek gestured for Isaac to come in, “No, come on in. You’re fine.” He said
turning to walk into the room giving Stiles a wink. He knew where they’d been
headed was definitely something that he wanted to get back into as soon as
possible, but he had responsibilities. He couldn’t allow himself to put off
Isaac’s training just because he wanted to get laid.
“I meant to call you over yesterday, but something came up,” he said, looking
over at Isaac, crossing his arms. Stiles wished that he could make a witty dick
joke to Derek’s excuse, but instead settled for smiling to himself as he turned
away and sat on the platform. He was looking forward to watching Derek’s
training in action.
“That’s fine with me.” Isaac replied as he followed Derek into the warehouse,
shutting the door behind him. “So...Uh, what are we going to start doing
first?” He asked curiously, wondering what Derek had in store for him first.
“Your anger.” Derek said, motioning for Isaac to step closer. “It can be your
strength, or your weakness and right now it’s a weakness. You need to learn to
control that - and in controlling your anger you can learn how to control your
shift.” Derek continued, walking around Isaac once he’d stepped closer. “I want
you to think of what pisses you off,” he said, not taking his eyes off of Isaac
though he could feel Stiles’ eyes on both of them the whole time.
“I want you to get angry and shift.” he said, stopping in front of Isaac and
uncrossing his arms, relaxing them at his sides. Isaac nodded a little at that
and began to think about all of the things that made him really angry. He soon
began to rile himself up and began to breathe heavily as his eyes changed
colors. The more he thought about his dad and the lack of control he had
growing up with him, he began to get angrier and angrier before he finally
shifted. He growled as he stretched his hands, looking down at his claws. Derek
nodded, rolling his shoulders as he stepped over to Isaac, grabbing his wrist
and raising it so it was between them.
“Now, calm yourself down. Shift back, without needing my help.” He said,
looking at Isaac seriously. “Because you’re not going to want my form of help.”
He said, letting go of Isaac’s wrist and stepping back, waiting to see if Isaac
could actually do it. This was probably the worst idea in the history of bad
ideas, but it was a way - that’s all that mattered when there was a full moon
coming up soon. Otherwise he had to come up with some sort of backup plan.
Isaac looked between Derek and his hands, breathing heavily and trying to calm
himself. He tried to stop thinking about all the things that made him angry,
but that wasn’t working and he only felt himself becoming much angrier.
“I-I can’t.” He got out between his panting, opening and closing his hands as
much as he could without scratching himself.
“Yes, you can,” Derek said firmly. “Think about how powerful you are now
compared to a week ago. You were just some kid who had nothing, now look at
you. You can do this, Isaac - because if you can’t? You’re going to hurt
someone and I know you don’t want that.” Derek said, keeping his voice calm and
even. “Shift back.” Isaac shook his head a little before he closed his eyes
tightly and tried so hard to calm himself down. He tried to think about all of
the good things that could come out of his new gift and tried to focus on that.
He could be strong for the first time; he could do great things with this. He
held his breath and slowly felt his claws retract. When he opened his eyes they
were still amber, but he was starting to feel a little better than he had
before.
“That’s good, keep going,” Derek said, relaxing a little since it seemed like
he wouldn’t have to fight with Isaac to get him to shift back. “You’re doing
great, Isaac.” Derek said, taking his cigarettes from his pocket and lighting
one, taking a drag as he waited for Isaac to finish shifting back. He had done
pretty well, but this was a no-pressure shift. If he was going to be able to do
that when he needed to, he needed less encouragement - but Derek wanted to see
how well he could control it before they got into anything else. Stiles found
that he actually liked the way that Derek trained Isaac. He was really calm and
actually very patient. He wondered what Derek would be like if he was a teacher
and quickly realized that would probably be a bad idea because then he really
would get absolutely nothing done.
Isaac nodded, slowly calming down and getting all the way back to normal. He
gave a small nervous smile, feeling a little proud that he was being praised
for something. “Okay...That was a lot harder than I thought.” He admitted as he
looked down at his hands.
Derek nodded, “For the first time, that could have gone a lot worse.” Derek
said, clapping his hand on Isaac’s shoulder, taking a drag from his cigarette
before exhaling it out. “I want you to keep working on this on your own. You
can do it here if you want, but you have to keep trying to shift back once you
allow yourself to get angry. This way, when you get angry for real, you have
something to fall back on, to stop yourself from shifting in front of people.”
He said and glanced over his shoulder at Stiles before lowering his voice.
“Another way to get you to shift back is pain. You don’t need much, but if you
feel yourself shifting and you don’t think you can stop it - try that. You’ll
be in pain for a bit, but it’s better than the alternative, okay?” Derek asked,
raising his eyebrows as he looked at Isaac’s face. Isaac nodded at that,
remembering the things that helped him calm down.
“How much pain would it need to be?” He asked him curiously, glancing up at him
as he took a mental note of everything that would help him stay calm. “What do
you do to keep calm?”
“I can’t answer that because I don’t know how much you’ll need to bring
yourself back. It might be a lot, it might be a little. Everyone’s different,”
Derek said. He took a drag of his cigarette as he thought about Isaac’s second
question, frowning. “It’s changed over the years, using different things, but
my control comes from my anger. You have a lot of it, so maybe you can use it
too.”
“Okay, I’ll keep practicing everything and I will find out what works best.” He
replied, taking a deep breath so that he could make sure that he was as calm as
possible. “So you need to find something to anchor yourself?”
“Basically,” Derek said, not really having heard that term before. He wondered
why not because honestly it was a pretty accurate description. “Something that
you can use to bring yourself back, especially if you’re in a situation where
you can’t see yourself coming back easily. It has to be something strong, so
that if your fight or flight response gets triggered, you can stay in control
of your shift. Do you have anything like that already?”
“No, not really...But I’ll keep thinking of something to help me until I find
one of my own.” He replied as he put his hands in his pockets. “Maybe if I try
hard enough, it will come to me easily.” He said with a small shrug.
“Just keep it in mind,” Derek said and bit at the inside of his lip for a
second. “The full moon is in a few days - so I’ll need you to come back here
for that. Even if you think you’ve found something by then, it can be hard
getting through that on your own. Until then just do what I told you - keep
trying to bring yourself back from your shift, you’re always welcome to do it
here.” he said. “Right now, just go try to get some rest, okay? You did well;
no one can take that away from you.” Isaac nodded at that, smiling a little.
“Okay, I’ll come back then.” He replied before glancing at Stiles over Derek’s
shoulder. He wanted to ask about why Stiles was here exactly, but decided
against it. Derek seemed pretty private about things and he didn’t want to get
on his bad side right now. “Thanks for the help, Derek.” He said softly,
heading to the front door before he paused and looked back at him. “What
happens if I can’t control it?”
“You’ll either kill someone, or get killed,” Derek said after a moment, not
wanting to lie to him. “You proved today you can come back from it with a
little coaching. Now you just need to grasp doing it by yourself. You’ll do
fine; it just takes time and practice.” He said, flicking his ashes on the
floor. He brought his cigarette back to his lips, taking a drag and blowing it
out as he watched Isaac.
“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind then. Thanks again. Have a good night.” Isaac
told them before he headed outside and closed the door behind him.
“Okay, so you’re also a really good teacher. If I find out one more awesome
thing about you, I’m not sure if I'm going to have to kiss you or punch you.”
Stiles piped up. He got to his feet and took his shirt off before tossing it
aside. “So, do you wanna make out a little or are we going back to drawing?”
“For someone who’s learned so much about werewolves you have a tendency to
forget about our hearing,” Derek said a little agitatedly, turning his head
towards the door. He didn’t hear any difference in Isaac’s heart rate or
breathing as it got farther away, so he calmed down a little, still looking at
Stiles with a disapproving expression. “But to answer you, the first one.”
Stiles couldn’t help but laugh at that, moving closer to him before he moved
his arms around his waist.
“I’m sorry, I completely forgot. I’ll be more careful next time, I promise.” He
said softly, nuzzling his nose against his neck.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Derek said, Stiles’ nuzzling eating away at his
agitation. “Upstairs?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “I kind of want to see
what you bought for me.” He said, remembering that Stiles had gotten him bed
sheets. Stiles grinned at that, moving Derek’s shirt just enough so that he
could give him a hard bite on the shoulder.
“Are you sure you don’t want to finish? We are over half way done, aren’t we?”
“We get interrupted once, and you still want to wait?” Derek sighed, brushing
his fingers against Stiles’ hairline at the top of his neck, sincerely wishing
that Stiles had at least slightly longer hair. The buzz cut did nothing to
flatter him, as much as it was unnecessary with how the rest of Stiles looked.
Stiles snickered a little and shrugged his shoulders.
“No, no, I was just making sure you weren’t still in artist mode. But we can
totally go upstairs to your room; I’m totally cool with that.” He grinned as he
pulled away from him. “I think I’ll have to bite you a lot more tonight. You
have the best possible reaction to it.” Derek shrugged, heading for the stairs.
“Can’t help it, it’s my biggest weakness in bed.” He said, glancing over his
shoulder to make sure that Stiles was following him. He put his cigarette out
on the railing, tossing the filter on the floor.
“Do you have any other fun weaknesses that I’ll be able to use against you?” He
asked as he followed him. He shamelessly was staring at his butt the whole
time, finding that Derek’s jeans really did it justice. “You know, you probably
don’t hear this a lot but you have a nice ass.”
“You’ll have to find out the rest on your own,” Derek said, laughing at Stiles’
compliment. “I expect I’ll hear it a lot more with you around?” he asked,
glancing back at Stiles as he reached the top of the stairs.
“Oh yeah, you’re totally going to hear it from me a lot. You’ve basically got a
nice...everything.” He replied, motioning to all of Derek. “You’re
like...Chippendales sexy.” Derek laughed, shaking his head as he opened the
door to his room.
“You’re ridiculous,” he said turning to walk in and stopping dead in his tracks
as he saw the sheets and stuff that Stiles had bought him. Batman logos were
literally everywhere. “Oh come on!” He groaned, gesturing helplessly at his
bed. Stiles cackled at that and headed into the room so that he could plop down
on the bed.
“Hey, in all fairness you didn’t say that they had to be all black. And we both
know you liked my Batman underwear, so now you can think about me when you go
to sleep at night.” Derek sighed inwardly, closing his eyes and searching for
patience. Stiles was going to keep getting the best of him if he didn’t at
least pretend that he was bothered.
“Whatever,” he said, lying down on the bed next to Stiles, face down. He
pressed his hands against the comforter, running his fingers up the fabric
because God damn that was soft. “Okay, I take it back - this is stupidly
comfortable.” He said, turning his head to the side so he could look up at
Stiles.
“Admit it, I’ve got excellent taste.” Stiles replied, moving to lie down beside
him. “It’ll feel even better when you’re completely naked, or well, at least
that’s what I’m hoping.” He snickered a little before he gently began to kiss
over Derek’s shoulder. “What if I just started tickling you, like right now?”
Derek glared up at Stiles, “I swear to God if you tickle me ever again, I’m
going to strangle you with your own intestines.” Derek said a little more
convincingly than he’d meant to, making Stiles’ jaw drop. He sighed, running a
hand down his face. “Why do you want to tickle me so badly?”
“Because you have an awesome laugh and I wanna see your face turn red when I
tickle you long enough.” He replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. Derek laid
his head down on the mattress and looked up at Stiles, his expression
softening. “Look, I just don’t like it. I never have.” He said, reaching his
left hand up to brush along Stiles’ jaw. “I won’t really strangle you with your
intestines, but seriously. When I say don’t, don’t.”
Stiles groaned a little, scooting closer to him so that he could move to rest
their foreheads together. “Okay, okay, I get it. I’ll resist the urge to tickle
you. I’ll just keep finding other ways to make you laugh.” He murmured, smiling
widely at him before he did his best impression of Derek’s sulking face. “Why
so serious?” He asked him softly before he grinned and started to laugh. “Oh my
God, you’re totally Batman. You’re even making your own sidekicks.”
Derek raised an eyebrow, “So who does that make you? Cat...man?” He asked,
laughing a little at the idea of Stiles in a cat suit. The longer he pictured
it the more he laughed. Stiles thought about it for a moment before he snorted
and laughed.
“No, but if I was, I would be the sexiest Catman that you would ever see in
your entire life.” He snickered as he rested his forehead to Derek’s shoulder.
“Let’s both be honest, I’d look awesome in that outfit.” Derek laughed,
brushing his nose against Stiles’ ear.
“I’d pay to see you wearing a cat suit.” He said, smirking. “But first I think
you promised me something?” He asked, reaching out for Stiles’ hand and kissing
the back of it. Stiles thought about it for a moment, looking up at him before
he slowly smiled.
“I promised a lot of things.” He replied, raising his eyebrows.
“Don’t play dumb, you know what I’m talking about,” Derek said, lifting his
head up to steal a quick kiss. Stiles kissed him back, reaching up so that he
could run his fingers through Derek’s hair. He had decided that this was his
new favorite thing in the entire world to do. He soon pulled away, smiling
widely as he stared up into his eyes.
“Which promise are you thinking about?”
“My payment that you seemed so enthusiastic about ten minutes ago,” he replied,
enunciating the words as they left his mouth. “For the drawing of you that I’m
going to finish... soon,” he said, not really knowing when the next chance
they’d get to actually finish the drawing. Stiles had been right that he was
about half done with it, but with the full moon coming up and the possibility
of Isaac dropping by again thanks to his open invitation to practice shifting
there at the warehouse... well, who knew when he was going to get the time to
finish it. He could work on it a little with Stiles gone from memory, but there
were still a lot of bits that he couldn’t get without Stiles. Stiles sat up and
nodded.
“Yeah, that’s totally something that I can do.” He totally hadn’t been looking
into a lot of research on his laptop on how to give oral sex, but he also
wanted to go over a few things with Derek. “So obviously, it’s not something
I’ve ever done before. I have a few ideas about it, but mostly, I think it
would be better to give me some guidance. If you want me to do something, tell
me.” He said with a small smile as he started to feel nervous again.
“Well, why don’t you tell me your ideas and I’ll give you my thoughts, and we
can go from there?” Derek asked, brushing his thumb against the back of Stiles’
hand. He could hear his heart rate pick up a little, which made him frown. “If
you don’t really want to do it, you don’t have to.” Stiles shook his head at
that.
“Dude, just because I’m nervous doesn’t mean I don’t wanna do it. You really
don’t want to know how long I’ve thought about doing it to you, and so I’m
gonna do it.” He replied before sighing and scratching at his head. “Well
mostly my ideas are just like, different techniques that I may or may not have
read about.” Derek let out a chuckle, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
“All right, point taken.” He said, lifting his head to press a kiss to Stiles’
lips. “I’m ready when you are,” he said, gently nudging Stiles’ nose with his
own.
“Maybe you can talk dirty to me.” He snickered a little before he nodded.
“Alright, let’s do this. What do you think would be better? Do you want to lay
down, stand, or whatever? I want to go with your preference since you know more
about this whole thing than I do.”
“I think I’ll just stay lying down,” Derek said with a laugh. “In my experience
standing up while doing any kind of sexual act gets a little... iffy,
eventually.” he said. “Besides, I won’t have to move if I stay.” he said,
smirking up at Stiles. Stiles nodded at that, swallowing slowly before he
grinned and ruffled Derek’s hair.
“You’re such a good boy, Derek. You’re so going to be getting treats.” Derek
exhaled sharply through his lips, a laugh.
“Hey, that’s your nickname - not mine. Come up with something else.” he said,
raising his hand to his hair to fix the odd feeling that Stiles had mussed up
his hair.
“You are no fun!” Stiles exclaimed as he grinned back at him. “Are you sure you
want me to nickname you? Because I can come up with some pretty bad things.” He
pointed out before he sat back on his shins. “So uh, yeah, let’s do this. Get
naked, please and thank you.”
“I’ll just keep turning down the ones I don’t like, no big deal,” he said,
grinning with the way Stiles asked him to get naked. It was stupidly adorable.
He scooted a little closer to the foot of the bed, kicking off his shoes. He
pulled off his shirt next, and then his pants, leaving on his boxers just
because he thought he’d torture Stiles a little bit as well and make him take
them off. He scooted back up to where he’d been laying, lacing his hands and
resting them behind his head. He looked up at Stiles with a cheeky grin,
waiting. Stiles took a slow breath and rubbed his hands together, feeling his
heart start to pound in his chest before he swallowed slowly. He slowly balled
his hands into fists and stared at Derek’s boxers as he tried to think of what
he should do. He soon decided that he may as well seize the day and gently
tugged his boxers down and tossed them aside once he they were off. Stiles had
to give himself a quick mental pep talk before he looked up at Derek’s face
again.
“You won’t judge me too hard right?” Derek smiled softly at Stiles, sitting up
so he could be face to face with him.
“You’re inexperienced Stiles, you’re not going to be amazing at everything
first go, okay? Just don’t think about it so much,” he said, grasping the front
of Stiles’ shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. Stiles kissed Derek back and
felt a little bit better when he pulled away.
“Yeah, okay.” He smiled a little, leaning back so he could take his shirt off
and toss it aside. Derek smiled back at him softly, adjusting the pillows
behind his head and shoulders so he was a propped up by them a little as Stiles
stripped off his shirt. He watched every movement Stiles made, the fact that he
was so eager and nervous kept that small smile plastered on his face. Stiles
then took another deep breath and took Derek’s length between both of his hands
so that he could begin to stroke him slowly. Once he had calmed himself a bit
more, he leaned down so that he could slowly run his tongue along the head of
his erection. Derek’s hands flexed a little in response and sigh gently moaned
its way out of his lips, the wet warmth of Stiles’ tongue being the cause. His
eyes flicked upwards as Stiles placed his mouth on him, the added pressure of
Stiles’ tongue on the bottom side as he sucked completely destroying the
coherency of his thoughts. Fuck. he thought, his hands searching for something
to grip, settling on the blanket beneath him, his hands bending up at the
wrists as he pulled at the fabric.
Stiles glanced up at Derek for a moment and felt a lot better about how he was
doing. He smiled a little and began to slowly bob his head, taking him in a
little deeper every time he would move down. A moan of, “Fuck,” strangled its
way out of Derek’s mouth, his hands clenching against the blanket as Stiles’
started to test how much he could take in. His feet shifted against the bed,
every ounce of Derek’s effort going into resisting the urge to thrust his hips
up. He looked down at Stiles, not at all regretting it, the sight of how much
Stiles had been able to work in before he’d started to work harder making his
breath hitch before he had to lay his head back down. He hummed through his
breathing, fingers flexing around the blanket. Stiles pulled off of Derek’s
cock so he could look up at him and start grinning.
“Oh my god.” He laughed lightly. “I’m glad that you seem to really be enjoying
this.” Derek suffocated a whine before it could get too far, coming out as a
short little squeak when Stiles’ pulled off and all of a sudden his cock was
unbearably cold.
“Just, hmm...” he sputtered, just before Stiles bit his hip. He couldn’t stop
the whine this time, especially after Stiles followed that by basically deep-
throating him. “Oh my God,” he breathed, his toes curling and his hands shaking
as he gently placed his right hand on Stiles’ head. He just rested it here, his
head leaning back against the pillow, his eyes closed to everything except for
the feeling of warmth that was starting to pool in his gut. Stiles glanced at
Derek and couldn’t stop himself from letting out a bit of a muffled hum, his
voice vibrating on Derek’s cock. He couldn’t stop grinning as he continued to
move, moving faster now that he was pretty sure of himself and a lot more
relaxed. As he thought about Derek’s hand on his head, he realized that he
really should at least try growing it out so that Derek would have something to
hold onto whenever they did this.
Derek sucked in his lower lip, letting his hand slip down the side of Stiles
face and grip back at the blankets. His breathing was less breathing and more
panting at this point and he could feel that he was getting close. He warned
Stiles of this fact, the words spilling from his lips quickly so he could
actually get them out, “I’m close, where...” He had to paused, stifling a
groan. “Where do you want me to come?” He forced out, sucking in breaths
between clenched teeth. Stiles paused in his movements and pulled off of Derek,
humming to himself as he continued to slowly move his hand over him.
“Mmmm....That’s a very good question.” He smiled up at him, breathing a little
heavily. “I think I’ll have to go with....My mouth.” He winked at him before he
bent down again to take him back into his mouth. Derek didn’t even bother
forming a coherent response, Stiles’ mouth on his cock easily being the best
thing to happen to him since they’d last been together like this. His heart was
starting to pound audibly in his head, every pulse of it thumping against his
neck. It didn’t take long for him to end up a panting mess, a groan hitching in
his chest. He couldn’t stop the way his hips bucked up as he came, feeling bad
when it made Stiles gag a little. seeing the room through unfocused pleasure,
chest heaving. Stiles quickly sat up and covered his mouth as his eyes glazed
over. He closed his eyes tightly, trying his best to not make himself choke.
Derek groaned as he relaxed against the mattress, short and sharp breaths
exhaling their way out. He slipped his eyes closed as he swallowed pretty hard,
looking down at Stiles with half-lidded eyes.
“That was amazing,” he sighed to him, letting his eyes close. Stiles had
swallowed and was wiping his mouth before he looked back at Derek and grinned
as he tried to catch his breath.
“Was it really?” Derek sat up slowly; thankfully his arms weren’t as shaky as
his legs were. He brought his hands up to Stiles’ face and pressed a kiss to
his lips, not even caring that he could still taste a little of himself on
Stiles. He kissed him hard, urgently almost, breaking off and resting his
forehead against Stiles’. Stiles looked a little dazed by Derek’s kiss before
he pulled away, his mind shorting out a little.
“I’m definitely not opposed to getting more of that,” he said, his voice low
and breathy. Stiles laughed a little and nodded.
“Only if you keep kissing me just like that. Deal?” Derek laughed, tilting his
head to press a kiss against Stiles’ neck.
“Why don’t you let me take care of you now?” he asked, biting down gently on
his neck. He was tired now, honestly, but not enough that he couldn’t repay
Stiles before he’d have to just lay down for a while.
“Awww, but you’re so cuddly right now.” He snickered before he let out a groan.
“Oh my God, you just need to...never stop biting me. Like ever.” He groaned a
little as he ran his fingers through Derek’s hair. “If it keeps up, I’m gonna
get nothing done.” Derek let go of Stiles’ neck, not wanting to leave a mark
where it would be so /visible./
“What exactly do you need to get done right now?” he asked, scooting so he
could locate his boxers. He waited for Stiles’ answer as he slipped them on,
going back to how he had been sitting, slipping his hands around Stiles’ waist
and lacing his fingers together behind his back.
“Well, right now, nothing, but I mean in general. It makes me wanna never
leave.” Stiles snickered a little. He buried his face in Derek’s neck, really
liking the way that he was currently being held. “It’s very addicting.” Derek
smirked with a tinge of sadness, glad that Stiles’ face was tucked against his
neck so he wouldn’t see Derek’s face. He pulled Stiles a little closer against
him, pressing his lips tenderly against Stiles’ shoulder.
“Am I your new drug then?” he murmured against Stiles’ skin - his thoughts
wandering to what they were doing sitting here like this. He had no qualms
about just fucking, that was perfect, amazingly so. But bonding on top of it,
that was surely to be a downfall in the end right? He breathed out a light sigh
through his nose, resting his lips against Stiles’ shoulder. He couldn’t think
about that right now, not when Stiles was sitting so close and all his physical
feelings were telling him yes, despite his emotions telling him no.
“Yeah, I think you just might be.” Stiles laughed a little, gently running his
fingers through Derek’s hair as he closed his eyes. “I think that we should
just relax for a bit, and then eventually either go back to hanging out
downstairs, or we can have wicked awesome sex before I go. Maybe I’ll get us a
pizza.” He thought out loud, really enjoying everything that was going in
between them.
Derek hummed in response, running his fingers along Stiles’ back in no
particular pattern. He pressed a few quick but gentle kisses to Stiles’
shoulder, pulling away enough so he could see Stiles’ face. “I think I can
manage that,” Derek said.
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Stiles hummed in content and closed his eyes for a few moments when Derek
rubbed his back. “Are you just, like, awesome at just about everything?” He
asked softly as he opened his eyes again. “Because I’m pretty sure you probably
are great as massages.”
Derek laughed, shrugging. “I’m not that awesome, Stiles.” he said and leaned
over the bed to locate his jeans where he had his cigarettes and lighter tucked
away in one of the front pockets. “But I would like to hear you play drums
again. /That/ was awesome,” he said, pointing a cigarette he’d taken out at
Stiles before popping the filter end between his lips.
“You’re not that awesome? Okay, we’re gonna stop right there. You can draw, you
can tattoo, you can get stoned off of wolfsbane, you can sing like a fucking
God, and you have the body to match. Don’t even get me started on anything
else.” He stated, raising his eyebrows before he snickered. “I’ll have to keep
playing them for you then.”
“Technically drawing and tattoos are the same thing,” Derek pointed out, bowing
his head to hide the mild-red blush that he felt was creeping over his face.
He’d never really paid attention to how cool it was that he could do all that,
just taking it in as a part of himself. Having Stiles point it out was like a
realization he wasn’t fully sure whether he liked or not.
“Oh, well excuse me, Mr. Fancy Artist.” He snickered, gently tapping his head
to Derek’s. “You’re pretty cool, so just accept it.” He said softly, lowering
his head so he could kiss his shoulder. “What if just bit you, like really
hard?” Derek hummed out before laughing.
“I might not be able to resist returning that blowjob if you do,” he said,
tucking the cigarette he’d had between his lips behind his ear. He’d meant to
light it, but forgot about it, and now with how Stiles was talking he might not
get to for a bit longer. Stiles laughed along with Derek, shaking his head
before he continued to gently kiss over his shoulder.
“Is that so? That’s a pretty interesting reaction.” He said softly, rubbing
Derek’s back slowly began he decided to drag his nails down his back. Lightly
at first but he began to add pressure little by little each time they went back
down, causing Derek’s back to arch slightly in response.
“Hmmm, I like being even with people. You took care of me, so-oh God.” he
groaned as Stiles kept scratching at him, digging his nails in harder each
time. He brought his hands up, pressing his fingertips against Stiles’ lower
back, leaning his head against Stiles’ shoulder. Stiles snickered at Derek’s
reaction, wishing he could record it. He hummed lightly to himself, stopping
with that hand as he brought his other one up and began to do the exact same
thing he had done before.
“You’re so fun to play with. I’m really loving it.”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Derek muttered, huffing out a breath. He
lifted his mouth to Stiles’ shoulder, just a half inch from where the other
bite was, gently biting down.
“If it’s death from back scratches, I can live with that.” He said softly,
suddenly running them much harder down his back before going gentle again. “And
here I thought you would love belly rubs.”
“I prefer having much more sensitive areas rubbed,” Derek quipped back after
he’d released his second bite mark on Stiles’ shoulder. This one was definitely
not going to last long, but Derek had already refreshed his first one so it
didn’t matter too much. The fact that they were just sitting there doing this
was starting to bother him though. He couldn’t imagine how he could stay
focused on not falling for Stiles any more than he was if they kept having
moments like this. Staying in bed after sex (well, a blowjob anyway) was
something couples did, and he did not want that definition applied to him in
any form – he just wasn’t ready. He put his hands on Stiles arms, gently
encouraging him to stop.
“Why don’t we go back downstairs? I can order that pizza you mentioned and
while we wait maybe I can get a little more work done on your drawing.” He
said. He realized more and more how much of a hypocrite he was, deciding not to
do something after he’d already allowed it to happen once before. He was still
trying to figure this out in his head without letting Stiles worm his way in
too. He was going to lose on both fronts if he didn’t get a grip. He shook
himself mentally, fighting the urge to slip his mask on and just ask Stiles to
leave, even though he knew that was probably best. Still, he again ignored his
conscience, figuring that with the full moon coming up he’d have an excuse to
ask Stiles to wait a few days before coming back.
“Yeah, maybe I’ll play a couple songs on the drums for you.” Stiles replied,
climbing off of his lap and off of the bed so that he could grab his shirt and
put it back on. “Y’know, I think once a week we should have movie night. I can
bring my laptop and some DVDs and we can just hang out.” He grinned at him,
thinking that would be a pretty good activity. “I haven’t had one with Scott in
a long time and I kind of miss it.” He said softly, rubbing his arms for a
moment before he looked back at Derek. “If you get pizza, you have got to get
some cheesy sticks too. Those are my weakness. Well, one of them anyways.”
Derek stayed on the bed for a moment, not moving to put his clothes on until
Stiles had put his shirt back on. As he got dressed he could practically hear
Stiles’ heart just give up at the mention of Scott and movie night. He finished
getting dressed, nodding as Stiles told him about the cheese sticks. He waited
to slip on his shoes once he’d gotten his pants, shirt, and socks on.
“You know it might not be a terrible idea if you wanted to bring Scott one of
these days.” Derek said, bringing the cigarette he’d tucked behind his ear to
sit in his mouth while he dug around for his lighter. “I doubt it would change
anything, but you seem to always be a pretty good buffer between us. He and I
could try and talk things out and whether he decides to join up with me or not,
we could have that movie night.” He paused to shrug.
Stiles nodded and looked back at Derek as he thought about that idea. “Yeah,
I’ll try to talk to him about it. Maybe he’ll listen to me and give it a shot.”
Stiles smiled widely at him before tugging at his shirt. “God, it feels so
weird to not wear a hoodie or a flannel over this. You’re lucky that I’m
actually listening to you for once.” He snickered. Derek shrugged in response,
bringing his lighter up to his cigarette and sucking in the heat to get the end
lit, exhaling the first drag through his nose on accident. He pressed his
fingers to his nose and wiggled it around, sniffing to try and clear the
uncomfortable feeling he always got when he did that. Stiles slowly smiled
wider at the way he wiggled his nose.
“Having fun there, Der-Bear?” He asked, trying out that new nickname just to
piss Derek off.
“Drop the bear and I might let that nickname slide,” Derek said pressing down
on the tip of his nose and finally getting the feeling to go away. It was
weird, like a burning tickle. “Come on, let’s head down. I’ll order the pizza
and if you really want to you can go get your hoodie from your Jeep.” He said,
knowing full well that Stiles was likely to have brought it with him. He was
surprised that Stiles was listening to him about it, at least around him. He
wondered if he should take that as a warning sign and sighed inwardly when he
realized he probably should.
“Nah, I think I’m okay for now. It’s just a little weird.” Stiles snickered a
bit before he laughed harder. “What about Dery-Beary? I think that has a much
better ring to it. It goes with that bubbly personality that you have. Besides,
you look like a Der-Bear anyways.”
“Okay, I’ll tolerate Der-Bear if you never even think about using that other
one again.” Derek said, shaking his head as he started for the stairs that went
downstairs to the main room. He hesitated first, remembering his shoes, and
then starting his descent.
“Oh, I’m totally thinking about it.” Stiles cackled as he headed downstairs.
“I’m thinking about so many things that it makes that second one look like a
completely normal little name. I like to think that I’m a mastermind of
nicknames.” Derek sighed inwardly, taking a drag from his cigarette as he hit
the bottom of the stairs, pulling out his phone and bringing up the delivery
number for the pizza place.
“You’re going to have to settle on one eventually,” Derek said, bringing the
phone up to his ear as he hit the call button. “What kind of pizza did you
want? Same as last time?” he asked, knowing that Stiles had eaten half of the
pepperoni one he’d ordered for himself yesterday.
“Nah, I can use multiple nicknames for one person. The trick is you just have
to keep finding the perfect time for it.” He replied, looking back at him
before he winked at him. “And yeah, that would be great. As long as you want it
anyways.” Derek nodded, spending the next couple of minutes on the phone with
the delivery guy. He gave them his credit card number so he wouldn’t have to
worry about digging out the cash. He honestly was starting to dry up his funds.
He’d never been one to put that much money away for savings and he was starting
to regret that.
“This may seem random, but do you know of any tattoo shops around here?” He
asked, tapping his phone against the palm of his hand. Stiles thought about it
as he sat down on the platform before moving to lie on his stomach.
“Uh, there’s for sure one in town. I’ve passed by it multiple times. There’s
probably more in the other towns around us. Or maybe I’m missing a few here.”
Derek sat down on Stiles’ drum stool, resting his hands on his knees and
tapping his ashes after he’d put his phone away.
“I’ll have to look into it tomorrow, maybe drop by and put in an application or
something.” He said, frowning. That was going to be difficult with having faked
his name at the only shop he’d ever worked at, but if he stopped by a print
shop he could make a portfolio which would be enough he hoped.
“Oh my god you’re going to tattoo again?” He asked, pushing himself up so his
torso was off of the ground. “If you get it, I am totally coming in to watch
you every now and again. I don’t even care, I’ll say I’m apprenticing or
something.” He stated, not going to miss out on that chance for anything in the
entire world. If Derek was going to tattoo again, no force on earth could
possibly stop him from seeing him in action. Derek smirked and laughed quietly
through his nose, shaking his head.
“If I can find something.” Derek said and bit at his lower lip for a moment as
he again thought about what was coming in the upcoming days. “I’m going to need
a few days before we hang out again,” he said, while he was thinking about it.
“I need to get Isaac better prepared and there’s someone else that I need to
speak with about joining me.” He said, running his free hand through his hair.
“That’s totally.....what?” His train of thought came to a screeching halt when
he heard the mention of Derek’s plans of expanding again. “What the hell did
you just say?” Derek frowned, raising an eyebrow up at Stiles as he exhaled a
drag from his cigarette.
“There’s someone else that I need to speak with about joining me.” He repeated,
that being the only likely thing that Stiles could be referencing him to say
again. “I can’t rely on hoping that I can change Scott’s mind. You know that
better than anyone, you’re his best friend. If we’re going to protect one
another, we need to have the strength to do it and I can’t do it with just
Isaac.” Stiles let out a groan and dropped back onto the floor before crossing
his arms around his head. He mumbled to himself, tapping the front of his
converse on the platform as he thought about this. There were so many pros and
cons to all of this and it just made him feel so conflicted about it all. Derek
sighed through his nose, tapping his ashes into the soda can nearest his hand.
He was pretty sure it was Stiles’ can, but it was way past half-empty and at
least it wouldn’t add to the mess the warehouse floor already was.
“I get that you don’t like this, but I don’t have much other choice. My only
other option is to turn tail and run and I refuse to do that. The only other
human I personally know is you, and you don’t want the Bite.” He said firmly,
placing his cigarette between his lips and taking a long drag.
“Won’t going around biting people only draw more hunters?” Stiles asked as he
looked back at him. He didn’t like the idea of there being more werewolves
around him, but he knew that Derek couldn’t just keep running for the rest of
his life when this was his home. “I mean, if they want it, there’s nothing I
can really do about it, but I just. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“My uncle killed Kate. As psychotic she was, the Argents aren’t just going to
let that go.” Derek said as he exhaled the drag he’d taken, the smoke coming
out less and less the longer he spoke. “I’m going to get hurt; everyone is
going to get hurt. I’ve accepted that. The only thing I can do is try to
minimize the damage and I can’t do that alone.”
Stiles sighed a little and frowned a little up at him. “I hate it when you make
good points. It’s really not fair because I want to stay really angry and then
you say something that makes me realize you’re kind of right.” He mumbled kind
of wishing that he was stronger without the bite so that he could do more than
just get research for them. He felt kind of useless having to sit back while
Derek was preparing for a war. “Is there anything I can do?”
“There’s one way you can help. Tell me more about that girl you mentioned
before, Erica I think?” Derek said, tapping his ashes in the can again. “What
kind of person is she?” He asked, taking a drag of his cigarette as he waited
for Stiles to answer.
“I don’t really know her that much, she sticks to herself most of the time and
I don’t think she really has many friends, if any. She’s epileptic and I think
she keeps away from people to be extra careful and not trigger attacks. That’s
my guess anyways.” He said with a shrug, knowing that she would probably accept
the Bite if he offered it. He didn’t feel right about supplying information for
possible candidates for the new wolf pack, but Derek was right. It was better
to be giving it to people that actually deserved it. Derek nodded, his way of
silently thanking Stiles.
“I’ll wait to talk to her. If Isaac is as quick a study as I’m hoping, maybe
he’ll be able to help me out for her first full moon.” he muttered, tapping his
ashes in the soda can again. He didn’t say anything more on the matter, the
smell of Stiles’ guilt hitting his nose. He understood the point that Stiles
was trying to make, but he knew that Stiles understood his - even if he didn’t
like it, he knew Stiles understood it. Stiles nodded, resting his head on his
arms as he watched Derek. He was silent for a few long moments, trying to think
of what to say.
“How long do you want me to wait until I can come over again?”
“At least until the full moon has passed. Isaac’s going to need someone to look
out for him and I can do that better if I can focus all of my attention on
him.” Derek said, glancing over at Stiles.
“That would probably be best.” He said softly. “I’ll send you a text afterwards
and maybe we’ll have a movie night, just you and me, once it’s over and done
with.” He murmured before he left out a slight yawn and closed his eyes for a
moment.
“Sounds good,” Derek said, bringing his cigarette to his lips and taking one
last drag before dropping it into the can, setting it back on the table. He got
up, nudging Stiles’ shoulder with his shoe. “If you’re tired you can go home,
it won’t bother me. You haven’t gotten much sleep because of Lydia have you?”
Stiles groaned a little as he got to his feet.
“Yeah, it’s been so nuts lately...I may have to take a nap.” He said and then
groaned again, louder as he remembered. “Oh crap, I can’t. I have to go meet
with Scott. It’s Allison’s aunt’s funeral today and he wants to be moral
support from a distance.” Derek sighed inwardly, suppressing any biting
comments that came to his mind.
“All right, just be careful, okay?” He asked, offering a hand to Stiles to help
him to his feet. Stiles took his hand, leaning up to kiss him before he paused.
“Uh...Oh, oh crap!” He exclaimed, his memory hitting him like a sack of bricks.
“I don’t know how I forgot, but there’s supposed to be more Argents coming in
for the funeral!” Stiles said and Derek’s frown deepened.
“Are you God damn kidding me?” he asked, angrily. “How the hell do you forget
to mention something like that?” Derek asked, pulling his hand away from Stiles
and locating his jacket. He exhaled sharply as he pulled his coat on,
straightening it on his shoulders. This was why he didn’t want to have Stiles
get close to him, or vice versa. People were a distraction and he was starting
to think maybe that even just having sex with Stiles was a bad idea if it
caused this kind of memory lapse for Stiles. He guessed though that he should
just count himself lucky that Stiles had remembered at all before leaving.
Stiles winced at Derek’s anger, shifting a little on his feet as he looked away
from him. He didn’t mean to forget or make Derek angry, but it really had
completely spaced his mind.
“Look, Derek, I’m sorry.” He piped up, watching the way that he quickly got
ready.
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter now. Go,” he said. “I need to find Isaac and warn
him. Please, try and make sure Scott doesn’t do anything fucking stupid.” Derek
said, heading for the door to the warehouse. He paused at the door looking over
his shoulder. “And let him know they’re not just here for the funeral. They’re
reinforcements.” He said, wrenching the door open so it slammed loudly, echoing
through the warehouse as he stormed out down to his car. Stiles flinched a
little at the sound, taking a slow breath before he grabbed his backpack off
the floor and headed out.
***** Funeral *****
Chapter Notes
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Once Stiles was at the funeral, he parked away from the other mass amounts of
cars so that he could carefully sneak around. He watched for the crowds and the
police to make sure that he would go unnoticed before he crouched down behind
Scott. “What’s up?” He whispered, glancing around the large grave so that he
could see what was going on. Scott jumped a little when Stiles came up behind
him, switching his gaze back over to Allison.
“Allison’s family’s here,” Scott said, looking up at the old man who was
talking to Allison. “The old guy... that’s her grandfather.” he said, adjusting
himself on his foot. He glanced back over at Stiles, sniffing. “Why the hell do
you smell like Derek?” Stiles paused at that, realizing that he really didn’t
spray himself off with his body spray after he had blown Derek.
“I was hanging out at his place.” He replied before getting to the more
important things. “So her grandfather’s in town? Derek said that them being
here means they’re reinforcements, but you never know. Maybe there could be
non-hunting Argents.” He stated, wondering just how deadly an elderly man could
be to a bunch of werewolves. Scott turned his face back, shaking his head.
“Honestly, I think Derek may be right about that one.” He said, pulling a
tight-lipped smile and giving Allison a little wave when he noticed at she’d
spotted him. Stiles opened his mouth to say something but instantly shut his
mouth when his dad pulled them up from where they were hiding.
“The two of you... are unbelievable,” Stiles’ dad said, glaring at them both,
but mostly at Stiles. “Pick up my tie,” he said through clenched teeth when he
noticed it had gotten pulled off, glancing out at the area the funeral was.
“I got it, I’m sorry. I know, I’m supposed to ask.” Stiles mumbled, shaking the
tie to get any leaves and dirt off of it. He was going to have to talk to Scott
later about how he’d need to be careful just in case Allison’s grandfather
actually was dangerous, or if he brought a bunch of hunters with him. Stiles’
dad steered the both of them to the car, directing Scott to open the back door
before having them both climb in. He shut them in, sitting in the car. Stiles
was figuring out a very good excuse to use for why they had been hiding out
behind a grave. He could use the moral support excuse since that seemed to work
out whenever he used it.
“You two, I don’t understand what drives you to do this... You can’t possibly
have anything else to do that doesn’t involve - “ John cut off, the radio
crackling before someone said, “415 Adam.” Stiles was figuring out a very good
excuse to use for why they had been hiding out behind a grave. He could use the
moral support excuse since that seemed to work out whenever he used it.
“We’re not done here,” he said, pointing a finger between the two of them
before picking up the radio. “I’m sorry, did you say four, one, five, Adam?”
John asked into the radio. Stiles leaned forwards so he could hear the radio
better. “That’s a disturbance in a vehicle.” He told Scott quietly before
listening to what else it had to say.
“Yeah, they were taking a heart attack victim, DOA and on the way to the
hospital something hit ‘em.”
“Wh... h-hit the ambulance?” John asked, confused as all hell. Scott looked
over at Stiles before looking back at Stiles’ dad, listening.
“Copy that, I’m standing in front of it right now. Something just... Something
got in the back and there’s blood everywhere. I’ve never seen anything like
this before.” Stiles’ eyes widened at the thought of a werewolf being out in
the open since not much else could do something like that and his mind went
right back to Lydia. What if she was doing all of this stuff because of her
instincts? He wished that he had been only a few moments faster when he had
gone to save her from Peter. Maybe he could have stopped him from biting her.
“All right unit 5, what’s your location?” John asked, interrupting Stiles’
thoughts.
“Route 5 and Post. You gotta get down here, sir.” The sheriff sighed, resting
his radio against his head for a second. While his father was distracted,
Stiles carefully opened the door as silently as he could, motioning Scott to
follow him as he quietly got out of the car so that they could go see the
ambulance for themselves. If Lydia really was the cause of all this, there were
going to need to find her as soon as possible before the Argents did. Scott
followed Stiles out of the cruiser, not even bothering to waste time closing
the door as he knew Stiles’ dad was about to round on them again before sending
them out of the car anyway. He followed him away from the cruiser, his chest
finally allowing him to breathe in when they were away.
“Okay what now, ‘cause I didn’t bring my car and you can’t keep up if I run,”
Scott said, glancing back in the direction of the funeral. He hated leaving
Allison like that, but if whatever had attacked the ambulance was Lydia they
needed to find her before anyone else did.
“I brought my car. We can take it and park it away from the ambulance so that
we can sneak up to it and see it better.” Stiles replied, looking back at him
as he headed the direction of the car. “As long as you can get a good scent off
of the ambulance, we’ll be fine and we’ll go from there. I mean, if you can
smell her and it’s a fresh scent, it won’t be hard to find her, right?” He
asked, feeling more and more worried about her as each day went by.
“Definitely,” Scott said with a little more confidence that he felt. He was
worried about Lydia too, but he was also worried about Allison and the fact
that it looked like her family was bringing in the big ‘guns’ so to speak. He
kept that to himself though, knowing that Lydia was pretty much Stiles’ love -
even if she didn’t seem to care about him much with Jackson being so fresh on
her mind. Then with all the stuff with Peter and her missing and possibly
eating people... he didn’t want to freak Stiles out any more by voicing his
thoughts.
Stiles nodding at that, finding that some of the best news that he had heard
all day. “Okay, good. As long as we have that, it’ll be easier...I mean, it’s
not like she can hide forever.” He said softly to keep himself positive. He
tossed his backpack into the back seat once he was in his car so that Scott
could sit in the passenger’s seat. “As long as we find her first, everything
will be okay.”
“As long as we find her first,” Scott agreed, climbing into the passenger seat
and shutting the door behind him.
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Later that night, Stiles waited by the ambulance with his father while Scott
went after the scent. He tried to explain why he had gone to the ambulance, but
before he could, Lydia had come out of the forest. Completely naked. The
initial happiness of finding her quickly faded when he realized that and he had
tried his best to get his father's coat off of him, but all he really did was
trip himself when he stared at her. His dad ended up bringing his jacket over
to Lydia and while he talked to her about where she was, Stiles figured he
should text Derek and update him on what was going on.
Chapter End Notes
     A trigger warning for the next chapter - we're doing the scene were
     Isaac's dad flips out on him. So, just letting you all know.
***** Reinforcements *****
Back at the Lahey house, Isaac has just made it back home in time for dinner.
He tried to get through dinner as quietly as he possibly could so that he
wouldn’t find a way to accidentally upset his dad. Everything had been going
fine and he thought that he would be able to actually get through everything
and not have any problems, until his grades were brought up again. Isaac tried
his hardest to stall telling him, trying to make it so that he wouldn’t get
angry at him. When he finally told him that he had a D, his father took a
moment to think about it.
“I’m not angry. But I am going to have to find away to punish you. It’s my
responsibility as a parent after all.” His father said calmly, holding his
hands together and intertwining his fingers as he thought about. “So, we’ll
start with something simple, like uh...You can do the dishes and clean up the
kitchen.” Isaac relaxed at his words, finding that a lot better than what he
thought his father had in store for him.
“Yeah.” He said softly. His father nodded, taking his mug before he took a sip.
“Good, because I’d really like to see this place spotless.” He shrugged a
little before tossing the mug to the floor where it shattered. “You know what
I’m saying? I mean this entire kitchen.” He quickly threw his dishes to the
floor, the loud noises scaring Isaac and making him jump from his chair so that
he could curl up against the wall to keep himself a safe distance. “I want it
to be absolutely spotless.” His father stated, picking up the pitcher of water
before throwing it at the wall, just above Isaac’s head. Isaac winced, covering
his face but still feeling the sting of something cutting him. He winced as he
touched his cheek, feeling the glass cutting it before he took the little piece
out and grunted at the pain.
“That was your fault.” His father replied with a shrug, having no remorse at
all. Isaac could feel himself getting angrier at his father, all of his fear
fading at those four simple words.
“You could have blinded me.” He stated, standing up against the wall as he
stared his father down.
“Shut up! It’s a scratch!” His father snapped back, glancing at the cut. “It’s
hardly even...” He started to turn away before he had to pause and look at him
again. The blood from the cut went back up Isaac’s face before the cut healed
itself. Isaac’s hand flew up to the cut, feeling it fade before he quickly ran
out of the house and got onto his bike so he could get out of there as fast as
he could. “Isaac!” His father shouted after him, getting in his car to chase
after him.
As the rain started to pour, Isaac quickly turned in an alley and dropped his
bike so that he could run and hide when his father’s car had nearly caught up
to him. He ignored his father’s calls for him, curling up and staying as hidden
as he possibly could. He didn’t come out until he heard his father’s screams
and caught the smell of blood mixed in with the rain. When he rushed out to see
what had happened, he froze at the sight of his father’s body in the car,
covered in deep slashes. It took everything to get him to move again so that he
could pick up his bike and get to Derek’s place as fast as he could.
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Derek had just barely gotten home, calmed down already from his incident with
Scott. He was half way up the stairs when he heard someone running up the
stairs outside. He paused on the stairs, Isaac bursting in a moment later.
“Derek!” He yelled as he opened the door and ran into the warehouse as fast as
he could, panting heavily. “Derek, it’s my dad! I think he’s dead!” He was
completely panicking, not knowing what they could do about this. Derek frowned
as Isaac spoke, walking down the stairs and keeping his eyes trained on him.
“What did you do?” he asked, stopping to stand in front of Isaac, concern and
fear on his face.
“That’s the thing...” Isaac started, taking a deep breath. “It wasn’t me. We
were fighting and I took off so I could come here, and I had to stop to hide
because he almost found me and I...I just heard him screaming. Whatever did it
to him took off before I could see it.” Derek frowned nodding, silent for a
minute as he thought about what to do.
“You should stay here tonight.” He said finally and glanced at Isaac’s wet
clothes, likely from the storm that was passing overhead. “Do you need
anything? Clothes, a shower?” He asked, scratching his hands through his hair.
“The water pressure’s shit, but it works.” He offered, not really knowing what
else to do. He wished that Isaac had seen more of what it was - because he knew
what it could be, what it likely was. He’d been ignoring it for the most part,
the memories of an Alpha pack, of his mother having to talk to them after his
father had died and his mom had become alpha. That was the part of the reason
for building his pack that he didn’t tell anyone about, not even Stiles – Hell,
especially not Stiles.
“Uh...Just a shirt maybe.” Isaac said softly, ripping Derek from his thoughts
as he looked up at Derek for a moment before looking back down at the ground.
“What are we going to do?”
“Right now, I’m going to get you a shirt, and you’re going to try and calm
down.” Derek said and gestured at the platform. “There’s soda up there, maybe
some water. I’ll be right back,” Derek said and walked back up the stairs. Once
in his room he rubbed his hands up and down his face, wondering what the hell
they were going to do about this mess. They couldn’t do anything to make Isaac
look any guiltier than what evidence was in that house. He figured at the very
least he could shelter Isaac there for the night and send him to school in the
morning. He could keep an eye on him throughout the day and if they arrested
him - he could break him out. It wasn’t a perfect plan, but it would work - he
hoped. He grabbed a shirt and took a moment to spray down his bed with his body
spray, intending on letting Isaac sleep there. He took the shirt with him back
downstairs, eyes searching the room for where Isaac had moved to. He was
sitting on the platform with a bottle of water next to him, untouched, just
staring at his hands as they shook. Derek walked over to him, sitting next to
him and offering out the shirt. “Do you need to talk about it?” He asked,
raising his eyebrows. Isaac shook his head at that.
“There’s not really much to talk about.” He said softly, glancing up at him for
a moment before he looked back down at his feet. Derek nodded, setting the
shirt between them and taking out his cigarettes popping one between his lips
and lighting it.
“Tonight you can do whatever, but there’s a bed upstairs you can use if you
want.” Derek said after he’d taken the first drag from his cigarette.
“Are you sure?” Isaac asked about the bed, not wanting Derek to trouble himself
more than he already had.
“I’ve slept on plenty of floors, I’ll be fine for one night,” Derek said.
“Tomorrow you should still go to school. It will look even more suspicious to
the police if you don’t. If they arrest you, let them - I’ll make sure that you
get back out before the Argents can get to you.” He said, looking over at
Isaac.
“But the full moon’s tomorrow night right? What are we going to do if they
arrest me tomorrow?” He asked, wondering what would happen if he was stuck in a
cell for the night. Derek sighed out a puff of smoke.
“Like I said, I’ll get you out. Worst case scenario you’ll be stuck in there
for a few hours, but I promise I’ll make sure you don’t hurt anyone, or
yourself. I told you when I offered you the Bite, this makes us brothers. I
won’t let anything happen to you.” Derek said, and looked over at Isaac again.
“Whatever happens, don’t lie to them about your dad. He deserved what he got,
but you didn’t do anything. We’ll find a way to clear your name - you just have
to trust me that I can do this.”Isaac nodded at that, really liking the way
that he worded it.
“Thank you, Derek.” He said softly. He knew that he could really trust Derek
from everything that he had said and he knew that Derek wouldn’t betray him or
leave him there to rot. “Okay, I’ll tell them everything that went on that
night. Everything except mentioning coming to stay with you.” He had heard
about Derek being wanted by the police for a brief time and realized that if he
mentioned staying with Derek, they would probably find it suspicious. Derek
nodded, leaving Isaac to do whatever he wanted before taking a shower himself.
The heat of it relaxed him a little, but the drawing in the crate on the floor
was a reminder of how just a few hours ago he was actually having fun for one
of the first times since Laura had left him in New York. He dried off and
changed, spending the night brooding and working on the drawing of Stiles until
he couldn’t stay awake anymore, falling asleep in a corner of the platform,
back resting against the wall.
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Stiles had been going back and forth on his phone, after he got out of his
detention with the very evil Mr. Harris, going between his calls with Allison
and when Derek finally called him. He was trying to find a good plan to stop
the hunter disguised as a police officer, but luckily Allison was able to slow
him down with an arrow to the leg before she had to go help Scott prepare for
his own problems during the full moon. He had picked Derek up so that they
could get there faster and plan things easier, turning his car off as he
watched the officer through the window. “So the keys to every cell are in a
pass-worded lock box in my father’s office. The only problem is getting past
the front desk.” He said with a sigh.
Derek shrugged, “I’ll distract her.” He said, tossing his cigarette out the
window onto the sidewalk, reaching for the handle to get out.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hang on a moment, you’re not going in there.” Stiles
replied, grabbing his shoulder before he could get out of the Jeep. Derek
glanced down at Stiles’ hand, then up to his face, seriously confused about
what the big deal was. He finally settled his gaze on Stiles’ face, waiting for
an explanation.
“Do the words ‘wanted killer’ ring any bells to you? Are you sure you’re really
just gonna stroll in there like nothing?” Stiles asked, letting go of his
shoulder.
“I was exonerated; I don’t see what the big deal is. I go in there, distract
her, you get the key and I’ll do the rest,” Derek said, not taking his handle
off the door, but not going in either. Maybe Stiles knew the woman and knew she
couldn’t exactly be that easily distracted, or maybe he was just worried about
what ‘distract’ entailed.
“You may have been exonerated but you’re still a person of interest.” He
pointed out. “Anyways, how are you going to distract her? By punching her in
the face?” Derek scoffed, a smile mixed with disbelief on his face.
“By talking to her. Is that your go-to move - just punching people in the
face?” He asked, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“Okay, alright, give me a sample then. What are you going to open with?” Stiles
asked, wondering if Derek knew how to flirt with random people. Derek sighed,
looking over at Stiles, raising his eyebrows.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously.” The teen stated. “I mean, unless you’ve got other ideas.
Besides, I’m starting to think your way of flirting with people is standing
there and aggressively staring at them. I mean, it kind of works because you’re
hot, but I’m not sure it’ll really work in this scenario. It’s hard to seduce
someone with the whole, dead silent creeper act.” He added with a grin.
“I’m actually starting to think about punching you in the face,” Derek said,
sighing inwardly as Stiles looked offended. Derek shook his head and looked in
at the woman again through the window. “Can we just get this over with? Isaac’s
been in there all day and I made him a promise to get him out. If the Argents
sent someone, even if Allison slowed them down as you said; we still need to
get in there. Now. We don’t have time to argue over my skills with women.”
“Okay, okay, we’ll go in and get the keys. If you’re confident in your skills
with attracting the opposite sex, then go right on ahead and I’ll sneak in
behind you.” Stiles stated as he got out of the car so they could get this over
with.
“Good, come on,” he said, getting out of the Jeep. He didn’t waste time making
sure Stiles was staying out of sight, trusting that Stiles was used to doing
stuff like this anyway considering how much he knew about the station. He
waited at the desk a second, the woman who was there before coming back with a
stack of files in her hand.
“Good evening, how can I help... you?” She said as she noticed he was standing
there, sounding bored until she looked at his face and she practically reeked
of arousal with how instant the shift in her scent was. Derek smiled; this was
going to be a lot easier than Stiles was making it out to be.
“Hi,” he said, and smiled; she did the same. “Uh, I had a question... But
honestly I’ve forgotten it now, I wasn’t expecting someone so...”
“Me?” She asked, before he could even finish. Derek laughed and she did too -
hook, line, and fucking sinker.
“I was going to say gorgeous, but that definitely works to,” he said and even
though her skin was a little dark he could tell she was blushing.
“Well aren’t you sweet,” she said with a tinkling laugh. Stiles listened to
them, rolling his eyes. Okay, maybe he was getting just a little jealous as he
watched the two of them. He made sure that she was distracted, slowly getting
past her and to his father’s office.
Once he was in, he went straight to the lock box and started pressing the
buttons before he furrowed his eyebrows and moved it, seeing the keys were
already gone. He cursed and headed out of the office, carefully wandering the
halls to see if he they were still in the clear as he came up with a Plan B.
When he was about to turn the corner, he almost ran right into one of the
deputies. “Oh, sorry, I’m just looking for my....” The teenager trailed off as
he glanced down and noticed a part of an arrow sticking out of his leg. “Oh
crap.” He groaned before the man quickly grabbed him and covered his mouth so
that he could drag him down the halls without Stiles screaming for help.
Unfortunately for him, Stiles reached for the fire alarm as they passed and
pulled it to make the station fill with the deafening sirens.
The hunter cursed and saw that he really didn’t have much time left and dragged
Stiles to the cells before he threw him to the floor so he could prepare his
shot of wolfsbane for Isaac. Stiles scrambled away before he froze, staring at
the cell that had once been holding Isaac. The door was nearly off its hinges
and dented from the force that Isaac had been hitting it. The hunter barely had
a chance to process that information before he was slammed against a wall by
the shifted werewolf. Stiles quickly crawled away on the floor to get to the
other side of the room and out of the way as the hunter was slammed against a
wall. He dropped his shot in the struggle, trying to fight Isaac off but was
quickly knocked out when Isaac slammed his head against the wall.
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Derek kept flirting with her, their laughter halting as suddenly the fire alarm
went off. The woman frowned, shaking her head. “Sorry, we have to evacuate,”
she said coming around the desk. “I would like to give you my cell number
though, so would you mind hanging around or coming back or - oh,” She continued
right up until the point that Derek punched her in the back of the head. He
swore, knowing he’d never live that down if Stiles found out, running past the
counter where he’d seen Stiles run.
He sniffed Stiles’ scent out, unable to breathe when he saw the blood on the
ground. ‘God, please don’t be Stiles’ blood,’ he thought - not even thinking
about it being the hunter’s until he walked in and saw what was really going
on. Stiles was crouched behind a desk, Isaac was standing over the hunter,
smacking his head hard against the wall causing him to slump over onto the
floor. Derek saw the syringe and crunched it under his boot, looking up at
Isaac. Isaac quickly whirled around at the sound, snarling a little before his
instincts reminded him that this was his leader. He quickly stopped himself,
looking back down at the hunter instead.
“Derek?” Stiles asked, moving out of his hiding spot a little so that he could
see him better. Isaac turned at Stiles’ voice, quickly moving to step around
Derek so that he could prepare to lunge at the human. Derek’s heart went to his
throat. He stepped between Stiles and Isaac and roared, shifting his eyes red.
His alpha powers seeped into the roar and demanded that Isaac step back, to
shift back to normal, to come back to himself and stop. His claws scraped the
palms of his hands as he stood his ground. Isaac quickly cowered to the wall,
sliding down it and curling up in a ball to protect himself. Stiles carefully
looked around Derek to see what he had just done. Isaac looked up at Derek,
completely normal again and breathing heavily.
“How....How did you do that?” Stiles asked, looking up at Derek with wide eyes.
Derek took a second to shift back, waiting until Isaac looked up with non-
shifted eyes and face. He looked over his shoulder, half turning to look at
Stiles, almost laughing at Stiles’ question.
“I’m the alpha.” He said and turned back to Isaac – and well, all chances of
Stiles ever being able to control just how much Derek turned him on went right
out the window at that. Derek knelt down next to Isaac and placed a gentle hand
on his shoulder. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Isaac shook his head quickly,
shaking a little as he caught his breath.
“I’ll be okay.” Isaac said and Derek nodded, helping the beta to his feet.
“We should go. The alarm’s going to draw the police back here and we can’t be
here when they arrive.” He said, and looked over at Stiles. He wanted to stay,
at least a moment, just to make sure Stiles would be okay too, but he knew he
couldn’t afford it. “Can you handle this?” Derek asked him, gesturing back at
the hunter on the ground.
“Yeah, of course I can handle it. Just uh, one moment.” Stiles replied, taking
his phone out and typing a message before he showed Derek. ‘When you’re done
taking care of him come straight to my house, OK?’ Derek looked at his phone
and nodded, giving Stiles a faint smile before turning back to Isaac.
“Come on, through the back,” he said, tapping his fingers on Isaac’s shoulder
as he lead the way out to the back door of the station. From there they hoofed
it to Derek’s car where he’d left it and drove it down back streets until they
reached the warehouse.
***** Honeysuckle *****
Derek got out and led Isaac upstairs; turning to face him as soon as they’d
shut the door behind him. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner. A lot of stuff
happened since they arrested you,” Derek said and ran his hands through his
hair. “I shouldn’t have wasted so much time...” he muttered. Isaac glanced back
at him before he sighed and sat down on the bed.
“You still came for me and helped me. So you kept your promise. Really, that’s
all the matters.” He said softly, shrugging his shoulders a little. “You
stopped me from hurting Stiles too, so that’s another good thing. I didn’t kill
any innocents on my first full moon.” Derek nodded, leaning against the door
frame. He still felt guilty, felt like if he’d have gotten there an hour ago he
wouldn’t have had to stop him from doing anything. Just get him to shift back
and bring him home; simple... Safe. But Isaac was right, despite it not turning
out the way he wanted, it still went the way he’d said. He got him out; he
didn’t hurt anyone who mattered.
“For your first full moon, you did amazingly well. Even before I got there.” He
said and crossed over to the bed, sitting down next to Isaac with a bit of
space between them. Isaac couldn’t stop from smiling a little at the praise
that Derek was giving him. “How do you think you’ll be the rest of tonight?”
“I’ll be fine; I think I’m just going to sleep for the rest of the night. It’s
been a really long day.” He murmured, stretched as he let out a yawn. Derek
nodded, ruffling Isaac’s hair as he got up from the bed.
“Call me if you need me, I’ve gotta go make sure Stiles didn’t make things
worse...” Derek said, digging though his carton of cigarettes and taking a pack
out, stuffing it in the pocket of his coat as he headed for the stairs.
“Alright, that sounds like a really good idea. Let me know how it went in the
morning.” He said softly.
“I will,” Derek said and flicked the light switch off. He watched Isaac for a
moment before shutting the door to the room. He took the stairs two at a time,
hopping into his car and driving it to Stiles’ house. He stopped about a mile
away though, running the rest of the distance – there was no way he was going
to let himself get caught just because he parked a little too close.
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Stiles had just taken a very long and much needed hot shower so that he could
relieve some of the stress for the day, figuring that Derek would be busy for
most of the remaining night. As he let the steam left over from his shower seep
into his bedroom, changing into his bathroom as he left his loud music continue
to play from his stereo. He was playing his super secret relaxation playlist,
some of the songs including tracks from Taylor Swift albums.
As he wandered around his room in his towel, he belted out the words along with
the songs as they placed. He was happy that his father wasn’t home until later,
since he enjoyed getting to give into his guilty pleasure for sappy love songs
every now and again. He had just finished singing along to Love Story and was
now singing along to Sparks Fly as he finally pulled on his grey shirt that
read ‘I support single moms’ with a stripper on a pole printed on it and some
of his favorite batman pajama pants..
“Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down. Give me something
that’ll haunt me when you’re not around, ‘cause I see sparks fly whenever you
smile!” He sang along with the words, ignoring the fact that this song
completely and totally reminded him of Derek. Well, on the plus side, at least
no one was here to see it – or so he thought. Stiles whirled around at the
sound of the tapping and the moment he saw the look on Derek’s face, he knew
that he was totally fucked and never going to live this down. He wondered if he
could go and lock himself in the bathroom for the rest of the night so that he
could pretend none of this ever happened. He could feel his face heating up all
the way to his ears and covered his face with both hands as he groaned and
shifted a little on his feet. After a lot of debating, he turned the music off
and went over to the window so that he could open it up and let Derek in. “You
saw nothing.” He stated.
“Uh-huh,” Derek said, crawling in through the window, leaving it open. “You
weren’t just totally having a chick moment. Absolutely not,” he said, voice
dripping with sarcasm. He went and sat on the bed, completely skipping over the
awkward conversation they might end up having and getting straight to the
point. “What happened after I left with Isaac?” Stiles shrugged a little as he
plopped down on the bed beside Derek.
“Well, told my dad that I had been looking for him to check on him and when the
alarm went off, I turned the corner and saw that the guy had been knocked out
and Isaac was already gone by that point.” He replied. Derek nodded, it was a
good excuse, a believable one actually.
“Did he actually believe you?” he asked, turning his head to look over at
Stiles.
“I really hope so, but I’m pretty sure that he bought it. I’m just waiting to
see what happens when he realizes the dude wasn’t a cop.”
Derek snorted, “I doubt the Argents would let anything happen to one of their
own.” he said and leaned back on the bed, covering his face with his hands. He
laid there for a minute, eventually moving his hands and letting the one
closest to Stiles gently brush against Stiles’ wrist. “I’m just glad you didn’t
get hurt...” he whispered. Stiles smiled widely, leaning forwards so that he
could brush his lips to Derek’s.
“Well, you saved me in the coolest way possible, so thank you.” He said softly,
nipping at Derek’s lip before he pulled away. “So basically, I invited you over
here so that I can thank you.”
Derek smirked, “You don’t have to thank me.” he said softly, sitting up just
enough that he could kiss Stiles’ shoulder. Stiles slowly grinned as he ran his
fingers through Derek’s hair, letting out a light laugh.
“Yeah, I do have to thank you. Because now I can find another reason to
appreciate just how hot and incredible you can be.” He said softly as he moved
his other arm around Derek’s waist. As he rested his head to Derek’s, he took
in the smell of his shampoo and just the way Derek smelled in general. “Hey,
here’s a question. What do I smell like to you?” Derek frowned as he thought
about Stiles’ question.
“Like... in general, or your actual scent?” He asked, shifting his head around
so he could look at Stiles’ face. His hands both rested on the arm Stiles had
draped around his waist.
“Well, now I’m curious about both since there are apparently two answers.” He
said softly, staring into his eyes before he kissed him quickly. Derek let out
a quick laugh, just a sharp breath through his nose, turning his head to look
up at the ceiling as he thought.
“Typically you smell like the ocean, I think it’s to do with what shampoos and
stuff you use.” he said and licked his lips, trying to place what his actual
scent smelled like, without the mask of other smells like deodorant, shampoo,
body spray, etc. “Your scent is like... honeysuckle, I think it’s called.
Sweet, like a flower garden or something.” Stiles grinned at that, resting his
head against Derek’s.
“Basically I smell like the late spring, early summer?” He asked with a laugh.
“Well, at least I don’t smell bad to you right?” He thought more about what
Derek said he smelled like and his smile slowly faded. He buried his face in
Derek’s back, his grip on him tightening just a little. “Honeysuckle, huh?” He
asked softly. “My mom used to love that. She would always take me to the park
and read to me near the honeysuckle bushes. That’s what she always smelled like
too.” He could barely remember what else she smelled like, but he knew for sure
that there was always the faint smell of honeysuckle when he hugged her. Derek
shifted onto his side, pulling Stiles against him. He felt bad now for having
told Stiles what he smelled like, but it was the truth. He didn’t know what to
say that would make Stiles feel better, so he just hugged him tightly, gently
rubbing his back.
He opened his mouth to apologize, closing it immediately as he changed his
mind. Stiles buried his face in Derek’s neck, moving his arms around his
shoulders and sighing lightly. He wished that his mom was still there
sometimes, hating more than anything that the only time he got to visit her was
to leave flowers on her grave. He soon took a slow breath and pulled away,
looking up into Derek’s eyes again before he kissed him softly. Derek brought a
hand between them, caressing Stiles’ face before breaking the kiss. “You should
get some rest, you still have school.” He said quietly.
“I don’t really wanna rest right now. I’m enjoying the time I’m spending with
you.” Stiles said softly, feeling really comforted by Derek’s presence and
touch. He thought of what else to say and let out a light sigh as he decided to
just come out with it. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I have to leave at some point.” Derek said, laughing a little. “With Isaac
staying at the warehouse now though... this is pretty well our only way to be
together.” He muttered, leaning forward to brush his nose against Stiles’. “I
plan on enjoying this as long as I can.”
“Awww, we’re having a slumber party?” He asked with a laugh. “Does that mean we
can talk about boys, give each other makeovers and everything? I’d love to
catch up on some werewolf gossip.” He felt those stupid butterflies in his
stomach again when Derek nuzzled him and he found himself unable to stop
grinning at him. Derek rolled his eyes with a sigh and shook his head.
“Shut up, Stiles.” Derek said. Stiles was just about to tell Derek to make him
and was happy that he actually did. He snickered a little as he kissed him
back, running his hair through Derek’s hair in return. He soon pulled away and
rested their foreheads together.
“I have decided that are a lot like a banana. You’re all tough on the outside,
but you’re really just a big softie.” He teased, poking his sides. Derek
clamped his jaw shut to stifle any laughter that wanted to work its way up at
Stiles tickling him.
“Of course you had to pick the fruit that’s dick shaped,” he said with a frown,
chuckling. “From that, what may we deduce about you?” He asked, nipping his
teeth at Stiles’ nose.
“I’m obviously a cherry.” Stiles stated, grinning at him. “I’m sweet, I look
good in red, wet on your tongue when you bite down, and mine was pretty fun to
pop.” He joked, wiggling his nose a little before he nipped lightly at Derek’s
for revenge. Derek actually burst out laughing.
“That might just be the one of dirtiest things I’ve ever heard come out of your
mouth.” He said with a snort. Stiles couldn’t help but laugh along with Derek.
What could he say? Derek had a very infectious laugh.
“Oh is it really? You’re saying this to someone wearing an ‘I support single
moms stripper shirt’?” He snickered, tugging at it for emphasis. “Well, luckily
for you, I’m only just getting started. There is going to be so much more where
that came from.” He said softly, deciding to piss Derek off by messing up his
hair as best as he could. Derek ducked his head down. “Must you?” he asked,
lifting his head back up. His hair was thoroughly messed up, that was for sure,
sticking out at weird and crazy angles, though Derek couldn’t see. Stiles
grinned and started to laugh, burying his face in Derek’s neck so that he could
muffle it a little.
“Oh my God!” He cackled, loving how fun it was to mess with Derek. He doubted
that he was ever going to stop doing it since it was never going to stop being
really fun. “Oh yeah, I totally have to.” He replied when he stopped laughing,
sitting back so that he could look him in the eyes again. “I love how you don’t
even really try to fight it. You’re just so cute and cuddly and couldn’t hurt a
fly.”
“That’s ‘cause payback’s a bitch, Stiles,” Derek said with a cheeky grin and
rolled on top of him pinning Stiles’ wrists above his head with one hand and
starting to wiggle his fingers against Stiles’ sides. Stiles began to quickly
squirm; laughing as he tried to get his hands free so he could escape Derek’s
tickling.
“H-Hey no fair!” He exclaimed as he cackled and kicked his legs a little.
Stiles couldn’t stop laughing, wheezing and letting out very high pitched
screeches when Derek tickled him.
“That’s why it’s payback!” Derek said with a laugh of his own, freezing when he
heard footsteps pounding quickly up the stairs. He was off Stiles in a split
second and he half-tripped on his way out the window, causing him to fall
anyway, landing in the bushes on the ground with a thump and a rustle of
leaves. He grit his teeth together, wheezing for a second as he caught his
breath. Upstairs Stiles’ tried to stop laughing but only started laughing
harder when Derek jumped out the window. Even when the door opened and Stiles’
dad was standing there, looking at his son with a confused look as he was
clearly alone and nothing was on the TV or Stiles’ computer.
“Stiles?” he asked one eyebrow quirked up.
“I-....I heard a...really...funny joke...” Stiles said between his wheezing,
tears in his eyes as he rolled onto his stomach. “And...I, uh, just remembered
it.” He managed to get out before he went into a fit of laughter again. He
couldn’t believe that Derek just actually jumped out his freaking window. John
kept looking at Stiles, shaking his head and thinking better of asking anything
further.
“All right, um... I’m just gonna do some work downstairs so... just keep it
down?” He asked, turning to leave. He gave Stiles one last confused glance
before shaking his head again and leaving the room, shutting the door behind
him. Stiles was able to finally calm himself down to light snickering as he
slowly got to his feet and locked the door behind him. He slowly went to his
window, laughing a little when he saw Derek down there, picking leaves out of
his hair.
“O Derek, Derek, wherefore art thou Derek? Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.”
Stiles said softly, leaning against the window as he tried even harder to not
start laughing again. “So, are you going to get your hot ass back up here or
not?” Derek glared up at him for a second, shaking his head.
“I just fell like twenty feet, give me a second,” he said, slowly walking to
the back of the house and climbing up the same way he’d taken earlier, “Why
don’t you join me out here a minute?” He asked once he’d climbed back up,
sitting down on the ledge outside Stiles’ window.
“Ha, ha, no. I’m pretty happy with not being the one to actually leap out of a
window and fall into the bushes. I thought you were supposed to be graceful.”
He grinned at him.
“Hard to be graceful when you trip trying to dive out a window.” he said,
shifting his back against the wall, as he dug out his cigarettes. “I’m blaming
you one hundred percent, by the way.”
“I guess I’m going to have to just make it up to you then.” He replied with an
exaggerated sigh and climbed out of his window carefully and he sat down beside
Derek. He placed his hands on his cheeks, kissing him deeply. Derek laughed
into the kiss, hissing lightly between his teeth when Stiles nipped at his lip.
“It won’t be that hard to do, if you keep that up,” Derek said, ruffling his
hand over Stiles’ head before he took out a cigarette. Stiles slowly grinned at
that, raising his eyebrows as he pulled away.
“Oh really? And what if I was to...I don’t know, do this?” He asked before he
moved Derek’s jacket and shirt so that he could bite down on his shoulder.
“Yeah, that... that’s definitely doing something,” Derek murmured wrapping his
arms around Stiles’ waist so he could make sure they wouldn’t fall.
“Just something?” He snickered, running his tongue lightly over the indent that
his teeth made before he bit harder. Derek hummed, resting his head back
against the window sill.
“Okay, back inside,” Derek said, slipping his hands under the back of Stiles’
shirt. “Now.” he said, as firmly as he could.
“Awww, I’m turning you on, aren’t I?” He snickered at him as he lightly bumped
their noses together. “I’m pretty sure that I could bite you all night long and
just watch your reaction to it.”
“I’ll promise to try and be quiet,” Derek murmured gently tracing his nails
down Stiles’ back. “Whatever we end up doing.” he added, pressing his lips
against Stiles’, pulling him a little closer. Stiles grinned against his mouth,
carefully moving so that he could climb onto his lap and straddle his hips.
“Are you sure? Or would you possibly jump out the window again? There’s only so
much that those bushes can take.” He asked once he pulled away.
“What other options do we have?” Derek asked, adjusting his legs and his grip
on Stiles so that he could keep hold of him. “I can be quiet when I need to.”
he said, smirking up at Stiles.
“Well, then it looks like we’re going to have to go and test out my bed.” He
shrugged his shoulders a little, slowly smiling widely at him. “At least the
plus side of this is that you can hear if my dad is coming. Or does that focus
fade when you’re totally aroused?”
“It does, but only if I let it,” Derek said with a shrug. “I got it covered,
don’t worry.” he said, leaning up to plant a quick kiss against Stiles’ neck.
“Come on, you first,” he said.
“Oh my God, I am officially addicted to you kissing me there.” Stiles mumbled,
getting to his feet carefully so that he could climb in through his window.
Once he was in, he held his hand out to Derek so that he could help him
through. Derek chuckled, taking Stiles’ offered hand and following him in. He
put his cigarettes away, stripping his jacket off and tossing it on Stiles’
computer chair. He turned back to Stiles’ cupping his face in his hands and
pressing their lips together, backing Stiles towards his bed. Stiles grinned
against his mouth and moved his arms around Derek’s waist as he moved with him.
When the back of his knees hit the bed, he fell back on to it and pulled Derek
down with him. He laughed a little against his mouth and slid his hand under
the back of his shirt so he could quickly run his nails down his back hard.
“I bet I know why you’re so quiet,” Derek breathed, goose bumps forming on his
skin. He lifted away from Stiles just enough that he could pull his shirt off.
He tossed it somewhere in the direction of the floor, slipping his hands under
Stiles’ shirt and grabbing his hips, moving him further up the bed so they were
actually completely on the bed.
“Oh really? And why exactly is that, Dery-Beary?” Stiles asked, deciding that
he was rather fond of that ridiculous pet name. “Maybe I’m just admiring the
view.” He added as he motioned to Derek’s body. He looked him up and down
slowly, grinning to him before leaning up so he could bite him just under his
collarbone.
“Your dad,” he said, ignoring the nickname and pushing Stiles’ shirt up, trying
to work it off of him. “I lived in a house full of werewolves, I couldn’t just
try and be quiet,” he continued, leaning down to Stiles’ chest, pressing kisses
along his sternum. “You... stifling every single sound that tries to force its
way up.” he paused, grinning up at Stiles. “That comes from practice, making it
become instinct.” Stiles smiled back at him, biting his lip and nodding.
“I guess that’s probably true.” He said softly, running his fingers through
Derek’s hair this time as he smoothed most of it back into place for now. He’d
have many chances in the next short while to pull at it and mess with it. He
sat up a little so that he could take his shirt off; tossing it aside so it
could join Derek’s on the floor.
“It is true,” Derek said confidently, working on getting Stiles’ jeans undone.
“Works out for what I have planned.” He said, smirking at Stiles.
“Oh God, I’m not sure if I should be really scare or really aroused, so I’m
just going to be both.” He snorted lightly as he lifted his hips for him to
help get them off. Derek chuckled, sliding Stiles’ pants down. He tossed them
on the slowly growing pile of clothes.
“Relax, I won’t bite... much.” He said, adding the last bit as an afterthought.
He positioned himself between Stiles’ legs, kissing his inner thighs. “I’ll
save it for after though, I promise.” He said, kissing his way towards Stiles’
hips.
“Oh no, that’s totally fine. Feel free to bite me just about anywhere and
everywhere. That’s totally fine with me.” He said softly before biting his lip
as he watched Derek. “God, it’s not fair how good looking you are.”
Derek smirked, “You won’t want me biting where I’m about to put my mouth.”
Derek murmured, lifting Stiles’ cock into his hand, running his thumb along the
underside, stroking it. He circled his tongue around the tip before covering it
with his mouth, sucking gently. Stiles quickly sucked in a deep breath, his
hand quickly flying up to his mouth so he could cover it and hide his noises.
He closed his eyes tightly as he tried to keep quiet and gripped his bedding
with his free hand. He squirmed a little under Derek to make himself more
comfortable and tried to focus on not alerting his dad that he was getting a
blowjob from someone he had recently temporarily arrested. Derek smirked
slightly, resisting the urge to move Stiles’ hand away from his mouth. Were
they at the warehouse he would have done it in a heartbeat - but they were in
Stiles’ room, trying to be quiet.
Thankfully, Stiles’ dad was making good on what he’d said and was doing
paperwork downstairs. Derek wrapped his fingers around the base of Stiles’
cock, working them up as he brought his mouth down, repeating the motion. He
reached out with his free hand, lacing his fingers with Stiles’ hand that had
been gripping at the bed. He gave his hand a squeeze, his tongue working on the
underside of Stiles’ cock, keeping a light bit of pressure as he started to bob
his head, working in time with his hand. Stiles squeezed his hand tightly,
letting out a low whimper as he tried his best to keep all of his sounds
muffled. He made the mistake of looking down at Derek and let out a low moan
before he threw his head back as he tried his best to keep his hips still.
“Derek...” He breathed out shakily, swallowing hard before he cursed and
covered his mouth again as he toes curled. Derek let off a little, dragging his
tongue along the underside of Stiles’ cock, making Stiles hiss and whimper at
the loss of him.
“Not yet,” he said, pressing kisses along the side of Stiles’ cock as Stiles
squirmed in protest. “Where’s your lube?” he asked, stroking Stiles’ cock as he
waited. Stiles tried to give an actual answer but didn’t fully trust himself to
actually speak. He motioned to the end table beside his bed before deciding the
best thing he could do to stay quiet was take his pillow and cover his face
with it. Derek nodded, grabbing it as quickly as he could.
“That’s not necessary,” he said as he settled back where he was, pulling the
pillow away and kissing Stiles’ cheek. “We’re fine, you can make some noise.”
He promised, though he wouldn’t stop Stiles if he decided to put the pillow
back.
“I’m pretty sure that if I make some noise we’re gonna get – ” Stiles’ voice
cut out uncontrollably, Derek having warmed up some lubed in his fingers,
shifting Stiles’ legs around so he could have access to his ass. After he’d
worked a finger to rub against Stiles’ hole, he brought Stiles’ cock back to
his mouth, stroking it as he mouthed the tip.
“Oh, my fucking god...” He groaned out quickly, arching his back as he quickly
covered his mouth so that he could quiet himself again. He began to squirm a
little again and closed his eyes tightly as he let out a light whimper. “J-
Jesus Christ, Derek.” He whispered, licking his lips as he glanced back down at
him again. Derek chuckled lightly through his nose, easing a finger into Stiles
as he put more of Stiles’ cock into his mouth, just gently sucking. He wanted
Stiles to last as long as he possibly could. He softly brushed his finger along
Stiles’ inside, sighing happily through his nose. The more Derek touched him,
the more Stiles became even more of a wreck. He began to murmur a jumbled mess
of words, whimpering out Derek’s name as he tangled his fingers in his hair.
“Please...I just...Derek, fuck.” He gasped lightly, letting out a light keening
noise. Derek flicked his eyes up to Stiles’ face, starting to use his tongue
again against the underside of Stiles’ cock. He was doing well at being quiet,
but he could hear the sheriff shifting around downstairs and he couldn’t chance
that the sheriff would stay down there. He pressed his finger in Stiles gently,
probing around until he felt where he knew Stiles’ prostate was from the first
time they’d had sex. He pressed against it gently, taking as much of Stiles
into his mouth as he could. He sucked a little harder, focusing on breathing
through his nose. He was avidly trying to get Stiles to come now, and he did
his best to prepare for it while keeping his ears listening for Stiles’ dad.
Stiles quickly covered his mouth with both hands, crying out and throwing his
head back as he accidentally bucked his hips a little. Derek rode out Stiles’
bucking, thankful that he was expecting it. He pressed the fingertips of his
free hand into Stiles’ hip, not letting go. “O-Oh, fuck. Oh, my God,
Derek...Gonna - fucking Christ - come, can’t. Can’t hold it.” He said quickly,
keeping his eyes closed tightly as he struggled to focus. He quickly began to
mumble incoherently, begging Derek as quietly as he could – Derek just kept
going, even a little faster. Stiles bit down on his hand hard, muffling the
shout that tried to force itself out of his mouth when he came. He bucked his
hips up a little again, stopped from rising too much by the constant pressure
Derek was putting on him, and panted heavily as he slowly pulled his hand away
from his mouth.
“God damn...” He exhaled shakily, letting his arms lay limply at his sides as
he tried to catch his breath. Derek carefully swallowed what was shot into his
mouth, afterward pulling away and wiping at the corners of his mouth. He heard
Stiles’ dad’s footsteps on the stairs and he looked over at the door, slowly
removing his finger from Stiles and covering Stiles’ mouth with his clean hand.
He waited until the John’s footsteps entered into a room, a door closing behind
him before Derek even thought about relaxing. He exhaled through his mouth,
laughing a little as he looked back over at Stiles, moving his hand away. “That
was close,” he whispered. Stiles quietly laughed breathlessly and tried to
gently pull him up.
“Yeah...Very close.” He murmured, watching him fondly. “So uh...stay the night.
Just sleep in here with me.” He mumbled, closing his eyes for a few moments.
Derek smirked, messing around with the blankets for a moment until he was
cuddled up under them next to Stiles, his back resting against the headboard.
“All right,” he said, kissing the top of Stiles’ head. “I’ll stay the night.”
He whispered, wrapping his arms around Stiles’ shoulders. Stiles nodded and
curled up against Derek before he closed his eyes. He rested his head on his
shoulder, moving his fingers over Derek’s stomach so he could gently trace his
abs.
“Good. You’re pretty awesome to cuddle with so I’m really looking forward to
sleeping with you.” He murmured, smiling tiredly as he made himself more
comfortable. Derek just hummed in response, rubbing his hand up and down
Stiles’ back. Eventually Stiles’ breathing changed and he knew he should
probably go while Stiles was asleep, but he stayed, absently looking down at
Stiles as he traced nonsense designs on his back. Eventually Stiles rolled over
in his sleep, bringing half the blankets that were on Derek with him. Derek let
out a soft, quiet chuckle, shaking his head.
He gingerly got up from Stiles’ bed, putting his shirt back on, his coat too.
He paused, glancing over at Stiles. He thought about leaving a note, lying and
saying Isaac texted him or something believable like that, but he couldn’t
bring himself to do it. He felt like he needed something better than that, to
let Stiles know – basically – how glad he was that Stiles hadn’t been hurt.
About fifteen trips back and forth later, and about six hours closer to
morning, Derek had finally finished his little ‘glad you’re not dead or dying
or injured’ surprise to Stiles. He’d found the only park in Beacon Hills with
honeysuckle and after trying to collect as many flowers as he could without
killing the plants, he and had spread it all over Stiles’ room. There were
blossoms everywhere - different kinds too, ranging from the bright pink Coral
kind to the Blue leaf kind. Once he was done, he snuck back out again, heading
back to the warehouse. There he took a quick body spray shower and passed out
in the corner where he’d slept the night before. He probably only got about
four hours sleep before Isaac woke him up again.
***** Erica and Ice *****
When Stiles’ alarm went off, he slowly sat up and opened his eyes before he
quickly furrowed his eyebrows. What in the hell had happened to his room while
he slept? He almost wondered if he was still dreaming, and if this was just
some strange place between the real world and his dream world since he had been
dreaming about the times his mother took him to the park when he was little..
When he woke up more and saw the flowers were still there, he smiled to
himself, realizing what Derek had done. He shook his head a little and laughed
a little at the image he got of Derek actually digging through gardens with his
hands. He’d have to ask him if he found any bones when he was digging. He made
a mental note to remind himself that he needed to really thank Derek the next
time he talked to him. Maybe he could give him a gift. He quickly packed up for
school and left after he closed his bedroom door behind him so that his father
wouldn’t see the mass amount of flowers left in his room. If he did ask about
it though, he could just joke that he was being courted by a secret admirer.
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The first class of the day was Gym with Coach and their exercise for the class
was the rock climbing wall. Stiles had been paired up to go against Erica, but
he didn’t pay much mind as he quickly scaled the wall and dropped back down.
Erica hadn’t even managed to get half way up the wall before she began to
hyperventilate, her fear of heights quickly coming into play. She closed her
eyes tightly as she tried not to cry, not wanting to trigger a seizure when she
wasn’t even on the ground. When she had permission to come down, she tried her
best to ignore the snickers and ridicule of her classmates as she headed back
to the locker room.
When everyone had cleared the gym, she headed back in and tied her hair back to
keep it out of her way before she began to climb without a harness. She pushed
herself and pushed herself until she could taste the familiar coppery tang of
blood and knew that she was going too far. She didn’t remember what happened
after that, blacking out when she began to seize. When she came to, she was in
the hospital with Nurse McCall looking after her.
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Derek talked to Isaac for a little while before leaving him at the warehouse,
inviting him to do whatever he wanted so long as he didn’t go through Derek’s
stuff or leave the warehouse. He left for the school, planning on moving onto
the next stage of his plan to grow his pack - the setback being that when he
got there he saw Erica being carted away into an ambulance. He frowned,
following a ways behind it. It didn’t take long to reach the hospital and he
kept track of where Erica was by following the sound of her heartbeat through
the halls of the hospital.
He sat in the waiting room and pretended that he was reading through one of the
random six month old magazines until he heard Scott’s mom leave the room that
Erica was in. He waited a moment before going over to the door, checking that
no one was around before going in. Erica was sleeping, so it was simple enough
starting to walk her towards the morgue where he knew for a fact the attending
doctor there was otherwise... Occupied, for lack of a better word. She woke up
a little on the way and he shushed her, “Lie still.” He said, pushing the bed
through the doors of the morgue. Stepping around the bed he pulled out the pill
bottle he’d found on the table in the room, her name on the label. “Side
effects may include anxiety... Weight gain, acne, ulcerative colitis...” He
made a disgusted sound, not even wanting to know what that was. Erica couldn’t
stop the fear prickling up her spine as she slowly sat up, staring at the
stranger as she tried to calm her breathing down. She tried to quickly see if
she could place his face anywhere, but she had no recollection of ever meeting
him anywhere in her entire life.
“Who are you?” She finally asked, mustering up the courage to speak up. She
swallowed hard, wondering if she was actually dreaming because there was no way
a guy this good looking would ever talk to her, despite the uneasiness she was
feeling. Derek looked over at her, smirking as he sat her pills down.
“Let’s just say we have a mutual friend.” He answered, crossing his arms over
his chest. “You get a warning... before you have a seizure, don’t you?” he
asked, taking a slow step towards her. Erica nodded slowly and sighed through
her nose as she tried to calm her nerves.
“It’s called an Aura...It’s like this...It’s like a metallic taste in my
mouth.” She said softly, looking away from him. She felt herself almost gag at
the mention of it and lightly bit her lip as she tried to swallow the feeling
down. Derek uncrossed his arms, reaching out and turning her face to look at
him. Her heartbeat was already pretty fast, she was scared, but there was a
little skip when she spoke - lying to him.
“You can tell me the truth, there’s no reason you should need to lie to me. I
won’t judge you.” He said, looking at her seriously. Erica furrowed her
eyebrows a little, feeling really nervous about talking about it.
“It tastes like blood.” She said softly as she slowly looked up at him and into
his eyes. Derek nodded, letting his hand fall from her face and go back to his
side.
“What if I told you that I knew of something that could make that go away?” He
asked, slowly stepping towards the foot of her bed. “The side affects... the
symptoms, all of it,” he paused, resting his weight on his hands, placing them
on either side of her feet on the bed. “I can do that for you.” There was
nothing more that Erica wanted than to have all of that go away. If she didn’t
have to deal with that, then she could be normal, she wouldn’t have to worry
about all the things that triggered her attacks anymore, and maybe she would be
able to start making some friends. She let out a quiet nervous laugh, gripping
the edges of the bed.
“How can you do all of that?” She asked him. Derek smiled at her.
“It’s easier if I just show you.” He said and let his eyes shift red. Erica’s
eyes widened at the sight of his eyes changing, her breath catching in her
throat as she stared into his eyes. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his,
completely enraptured by the way they glowed. “I have the ability to heal, to
run at speeds you couldn’t imagine,” he said. “I can hear things you can’t,
your heart beating in your chest. I can smell things too, how nervous you are,
and you don’t have to be. I’m happy to give you this gift, if you want it, but
there’s... a sort of hitch.” He said, pausing to gauge her reaction, to let her
take that in before he continued.
“What’s the hitch?”
“Being this way, it’s amazing - I promise that, but there’s people out there.
Hunters, who don’t understand that we’re not the bad people here. If you accept
this gift, I’ll protect you and teach you how to protect yourself from them, to
protect others. That’s the price,” Derek said, “You can say no, only on the
condition that you keep this a secret. If you say no, we never had this
conversation, and you don’t know who I am.” Erica didn’t have to think about it
long, even with the risk of having people after her. She had always thought
about what she would do if there was any chance of being able to live a normal
life and this was it. While she wouldn’t be entirely normal, she wouldn’t have
to live her life feeling weak all the time.
“Yes,” She started, smiling a little as her heart beat faster in anticipation.
“I want it.” Derek grinned and went back around to her side, lifting her arm.
“You may want to look away,” he said, shifting fully and sinking his teeth into
her arm as she gasped out. His mouth filled with her blood and he let go,
knowing that was enough to change her. He turned to the sink and spat it out,
fighting back a shudder - that was by far the worst part of giving someone the
bite, the taste of their blood in his mouth.
“It will take a few hours for the Bite to take effect, but you are welcome to
leave here with me and meet the other.” he said, wiping at his mouth with his
thumb as he grabbed a bandage for her arm. He wrapped it up as he waited for
her to answer. She rubbed her arm a little to help make it feel a little
better.
“So, there’s another one?” She asked him curiously, wondering just how many
people he had been offering this gift to.
“Just one that I’ve offered it to, you may know him.” He said, tossing the
leftover bandages and stuff on the table. “His name’s Isaac Lahey.” He said and
pulled off his coat, offering it to her.
“Wasn’t he on the news recently?” She asked him curiously, thinking that’s
where she had also heard that name. She pulled his coat on over the hospital
gown. Erica recognized the name, but she had never really had the chance to
talk to him in school.
“Probably… come on, I’ll run you by your house so we can get you some clothes
that are a little more flattering than whatever you were wearing.” He said and
grinned at her, noticing the acne scar on her chin was already smaller. “Your
face is already clearing up..” Erica slowly smiled and started to look really
hopeful. “Is it really?” Derek nodded at her.
“Come on, you can check yourself out later. Your nurse is probably already
looking for you,” he said and offered out his hand to her. Once she took it he
led her through the hospital, out the back door where he’d left his car in the
staff lot. He opened the passenger door for her, shutting it behind her once
she’d climbed in, getting into the driver’s seat and starting the engine.
“You’ll have to tell me how to get to your house,” he said, pulling out of the
parking space and heading towards the road. Erica pulled down the sun visor,
looking in the mirror for a moment before she smiled wider. It really was
working already.
“It almost feels like this isn’t real.” She said softly before she closed the
visor. “I live kind of near the school, so the easiest way to get to my
neighborhood is by taking 5th street.” She added, really excited about this.
“So uh...With you and Isaac, and now me, is it kind of like a family?” Derek
nodded, taking off in that direction.
“It is.” he said, shifting gears as he got up to speed. “The proper term for
what we are individually is werewolf, and just like real wolves we have packs.
I’m your alpha, the leader. You’re a beta, just like Isaac. Together we’re
pack, brothers and sisters brought together by the Bite.” He said and turned
down a side road that he knew would get them to 5th street a little faster. “My
name’s Derek, by the way. Derek Hale.” He said, glancing over at her.
“So, werewolves are real then.” She murmured, knowing that Derek wasn’t lying
because he couldn’t just change eye color out of nowhere off and on, and he
couldn’t just grow fangs. She didn’t mind the news of suddenly knowing that
there were really monsters out there, because she didn’t consider Derek a
monster when he was giving her a gift that she could already tell was a
blessing. “I’m Erica, but I feel like you must already know that.” Derek
smirked, already turning onto 5th street. Benefit of short city roads and a
fast car.
“It’s okay, but yeah, I already knew.” he said and shifted his car again, going
the speed limit as he was sure they were close to Erica’s home by now, but not
knowing which house was hers. “Where now?” he asked, tapping his thumb on the
steering wheel.
“Make a left at the first turn and it will be the one at the end.” She replied,
motioning to the street. “Where are you staying?” She asked him curiously
before thinking of another more important one to ask. “What do we do about full
moons?”
“I’ve got a warehouse rented in pretty cheaply. I don’t have much in the way of
spots to sleep there, but I don’t mind too much.” he said and bit at his lower
lip, realizing that he’d have to get some more mattresses or something if Erica
was going to stay there too. At the very least one more mattress, he was tired
as hell of sleeping on the floor already. “Full moons are always the hardest
the first time ‘round, but Isaac did well. I think if we keep on track with his
training and yours, we won’t have many problems.” He glanced over at her before
pulling into the driveway of the last house.
“For you though, being a female, you have to worry about your personal cycle
too, not just the full moon.” He said, turning the engine to his Camaro off.
“We can get into more of that later,” he said and turned in his seat to face
her a little more. “Do you need me to go with you?” He asked, hitching a thumb
at her house. Erica nodded at that, hoping that it wouldn’t be too difficult
for her to get used to having to deal with the full moon.
“My parents are working, so you can come inside with me if you want.” She
wasn’t sure what she could change into. “Is it easier to deal with after the
first time?” She wondered aloud curiously before she glanced back at her house.
“For some it is, for some it isn’t,” he said and followed her gaze before
looking back at her when she started talking.
“Are we going back to your warehouse after this then?” If they were going to
train, she would need to find something comfortable. Maybe more of her gym
clothes. He tried to keep up with her questions, she was asking a lot of them,
unsurprisingly.
“Unless you’d like to go back to school?” He asked, not really expecting her to
say yes to that. What kid actually wanted to go to school? Erica thought about
it for a moment, opening the sun visor again so she could look in the mirror.
She couldn’t help but smile at herself again, her confidence quickly boosting.
“It wouldn’t hurt to stop by for just a minute.” She said with a shrug. Derek
smirked, figuring he knew what she meant by that. She felt beautiful for the
first time in probably years, she wanted to show it off.
“Let’s get you something to wear then,” he said, opening his door to the car.
He jogged around to meet her on the other side. Erica got out of the car,
putting her hands in the pocket of Derek’s jacket as she headed up to her
porch. She took her keys out of her backpack and unlocked the door before
heading in and motioning for Derek to come in. “I think I have something good
to wear.” Derek followed her inside, nodding. The inside of Erica’s home was
nice, definitely nicer than where he and Isaac were - despite how much he’d
tried to clean the place up. He shut the door behind him and tucked his thumbs
in his belt loops.
“You can follow me to my room.” She said softly, not really minding it too much
for now. She headed upstairs to her room and left her door open before opening
her closet so that she could go through it. Derek shrugged, following her up.
The three scents in the house melded together nicely, though Erica’s was
swiftly changing. He brought out his phone, typing up a message to Isaac,
‘Bringing home a friend. Should be there in an hour or so.’
‘Is it Stiles?’ Isaac texted back. Derek rolled his eyes as he read Isaac’s
reply.
‘No, it’s not Stiles.’ He texted back, glancing up as Erica went into her
bathroom. He didn’t have to wait too long for her to come back out wearing a
white low cut shit and a mini skirt and holy fuck the change was definitely for
the better. She held Derek’s jacket back out to him. “Thank you for letting me
use it.”
“Not a problem,” he said, taking his jacket back from her as he got up. “Ready
to make your debut?” He asked, smirking at her. Erica nodded at that and smiled
at him as she pulled on her own jacket.
“Yeah, I’m all ready. Thank you again, for giving me this gift.” She smiled
wider, slipping her heels on before she grabbed a spare change of clothes so
that she could change when they got to the warehouse.
“You’re welcome,” He said, slipping his jacket on and leading the way
downstairs. He hopped in his Camaro, starting the engine before popping her
door open for her, turning the radio onto the CD he had in (Three Days Grace,
because of course he couldn’t get it out of his head lately). He put the volume
up moderately, enough that they could hear each other talk over it if needed.
Erica lightly tapped her fingers against the door on her side along to the beat
of the music until they pulled up to the school.
“I’ll be right back. I’m just going to pick up my homework and we’ll get out of
here.” She told him before she got out of the car. She took a deep breath,
having second thoughts for a few moments before she headed inside.
Derek nodded to her as he shifted his car into park, “Have fun.” He said with a
small smile, digging into her pocket for his cigarettes, deciding to smoke one
while he waited.
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As she went through the halls, she was already starting to get a lot of
attention. She quickly started to really get into it, smiling widely as she
felt more and more confident. When she got to the lunch room, all eyes were on
her and everyone had to stop what they were doing and check her out. She
grinned and grabbed an apple from someone’s tray, winking at them as she took a
bite before she glanced over at Scott and Stiles’ table. She could smell that
Scott was just like her and found that a very interesting turn of events. When
she headed outside so she could leave, Stiles and Scott ran after her as fast
as they could. Erica headed over to Derek’s car and smiled widely as she looked
back up to Stiles and Scott before getting in. It took a few moments for Stiles
to process that it was Derek’s car before he inwardly groaned a little. Derek
sure didn’t waste any time with biting people.
Derek was just finishing his cigarette as he saw her come back out, flicking
the filter onto the ground and watching her as she got in. Once she was in he
looked over, seeing Scott and Stiles there.
“See you around Scott,” he called with a grin, rolling his window up as he
pulled away from the curb, heading for the warehouse. He laughed as he started
them towards the warehouse. “Looks like you definitely made an impression,” he
said, glancing over at Erica. Erica nodded at that, unable to stop grinning.
“I think I can get really used to it. That was one of the greatest feelings
that I have felt in my life. I’ve never felt so powerful.” She beamed, feeling
her heart pound at the excitement. She couldn’t wait to continue having this
feeling. Derek grinned over at her.
“You never have to feel powerless again, not with me.” He said, continuing on
the way to the warehouse. It took them about thirty minutes to get there,
reaching the warehouse just in the amount of time that Derek had promised Isaac
they’d get back.
“It’s not much, but... it works,” he said, turning his car off and stepping
out, shutting the door. “Isaac! Come say hi,” he called up, motioning for Erica
to follow him as he took the stairs. Isaac came downstairs, eating some of the
leftover cold pizza that they had, looking over the new member of the pack.
“Hi.” He replied, both of them sizing each other up for a minute. “Welcome to
the family.” He added. Erica grinned at that and nodded.
“It’s good to be a part of it.” She said and Isaac glanced over at Derek,
finishing his piece of pizza.
“So will we still be doing one-on-one training or will you mostly both be
training us at the same time?”
“Right now I just want you two to work together. You’re going to be fighting
together; you should know how each of you are - learn to balance your strengths
and weaknesses off of each other, to be pack.” Derek said, and glanced over at
Erica. “Isaac, work with Erica on her shifting. We’re taking a trip later
tomorrow and I want her prepared. I’ll step in only if I have to.”
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Later that evening, Stiles had managed to get Boyd to lend him his keys to the
ice rink so that he, Scott, Allison, and Lydia could all go out and have a good
time away from all of the supernatural creatures that they had to deal with.
Stiles thought that this was a pretty awesome idea himself since they had it
all to themselves. He unlocked the door and turned the lights on before he put
the keys back in his bag and motioned them all in. “This is going to be so
cool!” He grinned, pretty proud that they got to do something like this.
Once they had gotten their skates, he sat on the bleachers beside Lydia as he
put on his skates and tied them, making sure that they were tight around his
feet. Lydia seemed to be done already and rubbed her hands together. “Could it
possibly be any colder in here?” she commented, pulling her jacket closer
around herself, tugging down her sleeves and looking out at the ice.
“Oh, hang on.” Stiles piped up, reaching into his bag and pulling out an orange
shirt that she could use to help get a bit warmer. “You can borrow this, it’ll
probably make it a little easier to deal with.” Lydia looked down at what he
had offered out and her eyes were accosted with a disgustingly bright orange
shirt. She glanced between him and the shirt.
“I’m wearing blue,” she said, focusing her eyes on him. He didn’t answer for a
few seconds, looking really confused, and she tutted. “Orange and blue?” she
said, holding up a finger and shaking it, “Not a good combination.” she said,
leaning back over to adjust her leggings. “I’ll be fine,” she assured him,
straightening the bow she’d tied on her skates.
“But those are the colors of the Mets...” He tried to defend the color
combination before he shrugged and put the shirt back into his bag. He rummaged
through it for a few moments before taking out a pack of Reese’s and offering
the package to her. “What about this kind of orange?” He asked curiously. Lydia
glanced up, tilted her head, making an entertained laugh as she snatched the
package from his hand.
“Maybe you’re not so dull,” she said, pulling open the packaging and taking out
one of the cups, giving him back the other one. Stiles smiled a little, shaking
his head a bit. He thought about it a little, wondering why he was still trying
to impress her. He still found her very attractive, but he didn’t feel quite
the same way about her as he always did growing up.
“I like to think of myself as very not dull.” He replied, shrugging his
shoulders a little. “You know...Maybe orange and blue isn’t the best but
sometimes there are other things that you wouldn’t think about as being a very
good combination, but they end up turning into the perfect combination. Like
two people together, who nobody ever thought would be together ever.” Lydia
listened to Stiles, resting her arms across her stomach as she listened,
tapping her fingers against the Reese’s cup. The more he talked and thought
about it, he slowly realized that he wasn’t thinking about Lydia at all. He was
thinking about him and Derek. He slowly stopped tying his skates at the
realization that he didn’t just like Derek as a friend. He couldn’t. He was
crushing hard on Derek and it wasn’t the same as it had been with Lydia. His
chest tightened when he thought of Derek and he could feel those stupid
butterflies pick up in his stomach. He wasn’t just attracted to Derek and these
feelings weren’t just something that he could get over with a quick round of
sex. He didn’t just want to the benefits of being physical with Derek; he
wanted the benefits of actually being with him. Lydia looked over at Allison
and Scott, slowly starting to nod.
“No, I can see that,” she said, looking over at Stiles, nodding. Stiles’ eyes
widened at her words, looking back at her. Oh shit, please say that she didn’t
know. If she knew, then Derek would probably know and he was going to actually
rip his insides out. This time it wouldn’t be just a playful threat.
“You can?” He asked, trying hard to keep his cool and look like he was
completely normal and not trying to think of what he could say to Derek to
avoid being mauled to death.
“Yeah,” she said, searching his face and looking a little confused. “They’re
cute together,” she said, pursing her lips before smiling over at them. Scott
had just gotten his laces tied properly and he and Allison were making their
way towards the rink. Stiles had to take a second and make sure that he was
still breathing right. He felt himself completely relax and nodded as he looked
back over at them.
“Yeah, of course I was talking about them.” He replied, pulling on a smile.
God, he was probably in this way too far with Derek but there was no way that
he could stop now. All he had to do was make sure that Derek didn’t find out.
Lydia popped the last piece of Reese’s cup into her mouth, getting to her feet.
“Come on,” she said and glanced up when she heard a loud thump. Allison was
standing by the entrance to the rink and Scott was nowhere to be seen,
explaining the thump as Allison helped him up. Lydia rolled her eyes, “Please
tell me you at least know how to skate?” She asked, looking back at Stiles.
Stiles couldn’t help himself from laughing at the way that his best friend was
totally failing on the ice. Well at least his werewolf powers didn’t make him
great at everything.
“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t think that anyone can be as bad as him.” He replied
as he got on the ice. Lydia shrugged, going out onto the ice after Stiles. She
skated out past him, turning to skate backwards a little as she looked around
the rink. She bit at her lower lip for a second, trying out a move once she’d
gotten a little ways away from Stiles. Thankfully he was sticking off to the
sides for some unknown reason, she didn’t care.
Stiles watched Lydia skate, unable to stop his jaw from dropping. It was
amazing to see that someone could actually do those sort of moves in real life.
Lydia exhaled happily as she ended the spin, skating over to him. “Well,” she
began, smiling at him a little. “Come on, Allison’s got her hands full.” she
said, leaning over to look behind Stiles at where Scott was trying to gain some
semblance of balance on his skates. She rolled her eyes a little, holding her
hand out to him. Stiles slowly grinned and took her hand so he could skate with
her for a little bit. Even though he now knew that he didn’t want to date her
as much as a certain someone, he was still rather fond of her.
Eventually, Lydia asked him to go get her a water and he went off to do so,
getting himself a bottle of soda too, taking a swig of it as he leaned against
the vending machines. When he heard Lydia’s screams, he quickly took off to the
ice rink and tried his best not to fall before he kneeled beside her to try to
see what was wrong. He didn’t see anyone around her or anything that could have
scared her, rubbing her back as she tried to comfort her. “Hey, hey, it’s
okay.” He told her, trying to calm her enough so that she could tell him what
she saw. Lydia just kept screaming, clawing her hands at the ice as if she was
trying to cover something up, sobbing out ‘no’ repeatedly. Stiles just held
her, wincing a little as she recoiled a little from the ice to grip at his arms
tightly.
Allison quickly rushed out of the booth when she heard her best friend
screaming, at first thinking that they had been attacked. When she didn’t see
anyone, she furrowed her eyebrows but went to their side so she could try to
help calm her down. “Lydia, hey, look at me.” She said softly, trying to help
her snap out of it. Lydia looked up as Allison directed, but that seemed all
she was able to do. She couldn’t stop crying, sobs wracking her entire frame.
“Take me home,” she pleaded Allison, even as she kept grip on Stiles’ arms.
“Please, I just... I need to go home.” she hiccupped mid-way, squeezing her
eyes tight and avoiding the spot on the ground where she’d been clawing.
Allison nodded and hugged Lydia so that she could help comfort her a little
more. “That’s fine, I’ll take you home.” She said softly, helping Lydia get to
her feet.
Stiles quickly skated off of the ice so that he could get Lydia’s things for
her. He showed Allison he had her shoes and she nodded in return as she led
Lydia to the bench so that she could get out of them. “Just change into your
shoes and I’ll take you right home.” She told her softly as she rubbed Lydia’s
back and tried to help calm her down just a little more.
“Okay,” Lydia whispered, sitting down as her shoes were placed in front of her,
shakily undoing the laces on her skates. She bit down on her lip, closing her
eyes as she ended up knotting the first one into a mess.
“You got this, come on, Lydia,” she told herself quietly, wiping the tears away
from her eyes with her sleeve before trying again. She got it this time,
slipping her feet out of the skates and into her ankle boots, adjusting the
tongues before burying her face in her hands for a moment. She drew a slow
breath, muttering to Allison, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Lydia, you don’t have to apologize.” Allison assured her, changing
into her own shoes quickly before she helped her best friend to her feet again.
“You’ve been through a lot and I understand if you need time to recover from
it.” She smiled reassuringly at her to help her feel better. “Let’s get you
home so that you can get a lot of rest, alright?” Lydia just nodded, glancing
around and seeing that Stiles had her stuff. She took it from him and looped
her purse over her arm, hesitating before giving Stiles’ arm a quick pat.
Scott exhaled sharply through his mouth, sitting down on the bench as he
working on getting his shoes on, he’d taken his skates off earlier for fear of
falling even off the ice. “Well, that went... well?” He said, looking up at
Stiles.
“Yeah, up until the end that went really well.” Stiles said softly, sighing a
little as he watched the girls go. He untied his skates and took them off
before he set them aside and put his sneakers back on. “There’s something going
on with her. If anything, it’s probably because of Peter.”
“Peter?” Scott asked, frowning as he shoved his feet back into his sneakers.
“Why, has she said something to you? About... whatever the hell’s going on with
her?”
“Well, no, she hasn’t said anything to me. I don’t think she ever will, but I
was there when she was attacked. Something’s been going on since then and if
she’s not turning into a wolf, who knows what’s happening?” Scott nodded, tying
his shoelaces.
“I might try asking Deaton... I mean, he’s not exactly admitted that he knows
about werewolves and stuff, but he knows something and we’ve gotta start
somewhere right?” He said, getting to his feet.
“Yeah, I’d ask Derek if he knows anything, since he’s pretty knowledgeable when
he wants to be, but I think he’s got more than a little on his plate right now
to keep him busy.” Stiles mumbled. Scott nodded, shoving his fingers into his
jean pockets.
“It’s his own fault, y’know. First Isaac, then Erica...” he said, his voice
trailing. “He’s going to bite someone else soon, he needs at least three.” He
said and glanced over at Stiles. “He’s gearing up for war, Allison’s family
too.” he said, sitting back down and rubbing his hands together. “I don’t know
if we can keep this up... just doing things on our own anymore.”
“Well, I mean, the Argents did bring in reinforcements and it’s better to be
prepared. And at least he’s not going around biting people who don’t need it
and will abuse it. That’s a plus anyways. But I agree with you, working on our
own isn’t exactly the best way to go about it. I mean, what if her Grandpa
finds out about you?”
“That’s what scares me... I mean, I know what to expect from them for me - I’m
a werewolf they’ll just kill me. Allison though, she’s gotta live with them.
Day in, day out, trying to keep it all hidden while she tries to help us and
stay loyal to her family, it’s just...” Scott said and looked up at Stiles. “I
can’t even imagine what they’d do to her, even if she is one of their own.”
Stiles nodded at that, understanding why he was concerned.
“Yeah, its one thing to find out your family’s big secret is that you hunt
things, and then it’s another to have all of this going on while trying to hide
that you secretly have a werewolf boyfriend.” At least Stiles partially
understood the difficulty of one of those things. Technically he had a quarter
of one of those two things. “It’s hard trying to stay completely loyal to two
sides at once.”
“I don’t see how she does it,” Scott said, getting up and gesturing for Stiles
to follow him as he started to head towards the exit. “I mean, she balances me,
her family, all of this /and/ on top of that she’s still got perfect grades.”
Stiles followed, turning the lights off as they left before locking the doors
once they excited.
“Yeah, but I think she would get in complete trouble if she didn’t have grades.
And I don’t think you would handle not being able to see her because of her
being grounded to her room. Probably having her windows barred too. Maybe
hunters do that when they ground their kids.” Stiles suggested and Scott
scoffed, shaking his head.
“I’d say that’s doubtful, but I honestly wouldn’t put it past them.” he said,
and walked with Stiles over to Stiles’ jeep, his own car was parked behind him
which he leaned against.
“You never know. I mean, they aren’t against chaining up werewolves, so who
knows what they do to people in trouble. Well, we’ll figure things out in the
morning. I’ll see if I can find out if there’s anything else that we should
expect from Derek or maybe even the Argents.” Stiles replied before he got into
his car and headed home.
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The following day, they were able to discover what Derek had in mind when Boyd
wasn’t in school that day. By the time that Scott had gotten to the ice rink,
Derek and his betas were already there and had already bitten him. The way that
Scott had fought them had inspired Boyd and showed him the kind of wolf that he
wanted to be. He wanted to be able to fight for people, especially since he now
had three new friends that he could fight for.
That evening, Stiles had to stop at the local auto shop so that he could get
his starter being fixed. Of course it quickly escalated to him having to need
all sorts of things that apparently needed to be done. Somehow what was
supposed to be a simple fix turned into something that could run him up to over
twelve hundred dollars. He tried to argue with the mechanic about what he
needed and didn’t need, but he just quickly gave up and headed back to the
waiting room. When he grabbed the door handle, he quickly pulled his hand away
in disgust and noticed that the door and his hand were both covered in a clear
slime. “Oh, great. Nice to see you’re running a real sanitary place.” He
scoffed, wiping it on the sleeve of his red jacket before he headed inside the
room. He pulled out his phone to text his father and complain about how the
real criminals in town worked in the auto shop, but he couldn’t get his fingers
to type.
As he tried harder to control his hands, they began to shake until his phone
slipped through his fingers. He looked up through the window so that he could
call to the mechanic to help him, but felt his words catch in his throat when
he saw something covered in scales with sharp claws climbing down the side of
his Jeep. “Hey...Hey!” He tried to call to the mechanic, but his words went
unheard and it was too late when the creature swiped at the back of the man’s
neck and he fell to the ground. The numbness in Stiles’ body quickly spread
until his knees got weak and he fell to the ground. With the miniscule amount
of control that he had, he slowly dragged his body so that he could see what
was going on, and to get closer to his phone.
His heart pounded in his chest when he saw that his Jeep was starting to slowly
lower on the stand and reached for his phone so that he could slowly type in 9-
1-1. He listened to the man weakly crying for help, closing his eyes tightly
when he heard the loud clang of the stand hitting the floor before it was
followed by silence. When he opened his eyes again, the scaled creature was
there, staring at him before it hissed and screeched at him before it took off.
The phone finally d and the operator at the police station answered. “H-Hey,
this is Stiles and I need help. There’s been a murder.” He slowly got out,
telling the woman the address before she told him that the police and an
ambulance would quickly be there. He closed his eyes tightly again, breathing
heavily as he silently prayed that the creature really was gone and he wasn’t
about to be killed by whatever the hell that was.
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John Stilinski was at the drive through to a local burger joint when he got the
call over his radio. “Possible 187, repeat possible 187. Sheriff, please
respond.” John picked up the receiver and radioed back. “Copy that, the
address?” he asked, tapping on his steering wheel and wondering if he’d
actually be able to make it through the drive through and sneak in his monthly
curly fries. He couldn’t eat them too often, but if Stiles was in control he’d
never eat them at all.
“47 West Culver. Sir.. Stiles was the one who called it in.” the dispatch said
and John sighed, closing his eyes - he definitely wasn’t getting his fries
tonight. “Come again?” he asked. “Stiles witnessed it, sir.” dispatch responded
and he sighed. “Copy, I’m on my way.” he said, flipping his lights on and
driving to the address. When he got there, he parked behind the ambulance,
frowning when he saw that Stiles was sitting in the back of it being looked
over. He got out, leaving his lights on and shutting the door as he walked over
to Stiles. Stiles got the feeling back in his body by the time his father got
there, rubbing his hands together to make sure that he wasn’t still numb. He
hated that feeling more than anything in the world and was just hoping that he
would never have to go through that again for as long as he lived. He slowly
opened and closed them before he looked up and saw his father.
“Hey, Dad.” He said softly before looking down at his feet.
“Hey, kid,” John said, sitting down next to Stiles and resting his hands on his
lap. “Dispatch told me that you saw what happened?” he asked and glanced up
when someone called his name. He glanced up, “Just a second!” he called over,
he looked back over at Stiles. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Stiles replied, sighing a little. “I went to the bathroom,
and I came back into the room and saw my car falling on him.” He stated, not
going to get into the giant mutant ninja lizard man. John nodded, sighing
inwardly whenever someone called him over the radio this time. He radioed them
back and looked over to Stiles.
“Sorry, I gotta... just um... just sit tight for now. I’ll send someone ‘round
to get an official statement, okay?” he said and clapped Stiles’ shoulder. “Is
there anything I can do for you right now?” he asked. He couldn’t help his mind
going back to the night of Stiles’ mom’s death. How he’d not been able to be
there, for her death, for Stiles. Now he had to leave his kid after he just
witnessed a death and John couldn’t decide which was worse.
“I told them everything, can I just go home now?” Stiles asked with a groan,
really not wanting to be here when there were more pressing matters at hand. He
needed to tell Scott and Derek what was now roaming around their town at night.
John took a breath, shoving his hands into his coat pockets.
“Look, I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay,” he said and sighed, drawing
one of his hands back out to run over his forehead. “If there’s anything at all
that you feel like you couldn’t say, you know you can tell it to me, don’t
you?”
“I’m okay. Do you think I’m lying to you or something?” Stiles asked with a
frown before he looked away from him. “I didn’t see anything, Dad. At all. Can
I go now please?”
“No, I don’t think - “ The sheriff started and bit his tongue. He was already
tired of arguing. “I’m just worried about you.” He said, and shook his head,
wondering why he was even trying. “If you want to go home, and they already
have your statement, then yeah. You can go, but not in your Jeep. We’re gonna
have to impound it... I’m sorry, I’ll see you at home.” He said, walking off to
go speak to one of the deputies that looked like they were going to pop a blood
vessel if they didn’t get his attention soon.
“Are you kidding me? Can you at least make sure they wash it?” Stiles called
after him before he took out his phone and texted Derek. ‘Hey, can you get me?
Kind of an emergency. Pick me up at the gas station near the Armor Tire and
Service place, please.’
***** Confession *****
Derek looked up from the Chinese food that he’d allowed Boyd to bring over, his
phone going off in his coat which was across the room. He sat his food down,
going over to his coat and digging out his phone, pulling up the message,
scanning it over. He glanced over at the three teens that were all looking at
him, expectantly. He sent Stiles a reply of, ‘On my way.’
“I’ve gotta go, I’ll be back when I can,” he said, pocketing his phone and
grabbing his coat, throwing it on as he left for his car. It didn’t take him
long to get to the gas station that Stiles was talking about, considering it
was only about ten minutes away from the warehouse. He pulled into a parking
space as he arrived, looking around the lot for where Stiles was. He brought
out his phone, typing up another message, deciding to send it only if Stiles
didn’t show up in the next two minutes. He was surprised he didn’t see Stiles’
jeep anywhere. Stiles headed over not long after and opened the door before he
climbed into the passenger’s seat.
“Thanks for getting me.” He said softly, pulling his hood down before he let
out a low sigh.
“No problem,” Derek replied, frowning as he felt like something was off, not
just because Stiles had called him to come pick him up out of the blue.
“So uh...That thing that Scott saw...I saw it too.” Derek started his Camaro
back up and pulled away from the gas station, heading for the warehouse.
“Where?” he asked, glancing over at Stiles.
“At the auto shop. It killed the mechanic with my Jeep. It’s really all
traumatizing and I don’t want to go into excessive detail right now.” Stiles
replied, moving to rest his head on Derek’s shoulder as he closed his eyes. “It
has this sort of temporary paralysis venom in its claws though. Not fun.”
“Are you okay?” Derek asked, continuing towards the warehouse. His phone
started ringing before Stiles could answer though and he glanced at it long
enough to see it was Boyd before picking it up.
“What’s going on?” Derek said as a hello.
“Funny, I was just about to ask you that,” Boyd replied and Derek sighed
through his nose.
“I’m already on my way back, okay? Give me five minutes, I’ll explain when I
get there,” he said and ended the call, stuffing his phone in the console of
his car.
“I didn’t interrupt your training did I?” He asked curiously, knowing how
important it was to him to get his pack prepared for the next full moon.
“No,” Derek sighed, leaning his head against the headrest as he flicked his
wipers onto a slightly higher setting, it was starting to rain even harder.
“I’ve been training them non-stop it seems, but I’m still not sure they’re
going to be ready this full moon.”
“I guess it’s a lot harder now that you have three very different ones now,
isn’t it?” He asked, sitting back up so he could look at him better.
“I’ve been trying to get them to work together, to learn how each of them fight
individually so they can learn how to fight together - it’s just hard when they
can’t always control their shift.” he said and glanced over at Stiles. “Isaac’s
predictable, makes the same moves every time expecting different results. Boyd
doesn’t join in much with the fighting, but he’s pretty well got that covered.
Erica’s just... Erica.” he said, as if it explained what he meant.
“Just keep taking it one step at a time. Eventually, Isaac will have to break
his pattern. And well, considering that Erica hit puberty not too long ago, I’m
just gonna say that she had a lot of problems to deal with before the bite
anyways. Besides, teenagers kind of suck sometimes. I mean, I do, but that’s a
whole other story. They’ll eventually start focusing right if they want to
survive. Just keep being patient with them.”
“I’m just starting to lose my patience. We not only have the Argents who are
just biding their time - and for what I’ve got no fucking idea - but now we’ve
got some sort of monster out there killing people, and that’s going to fall on
me if I don’t figure out who or what it is.” Derek vented, biting his tongue
and sighing. He didn’t go into the Alpha pack – they hadn’t even made a move
towards him and he hadn’t smelled their scent anywhere, so as best as he was
trying to handle this situation, he was trying to put off that one until he
could deal with this one. “This whole thing would be a lot easier if Scott
would just work with me on this instead of being such a God damned idiot.”
“Pull over and take a cigarette break.” Stiles replied. “I think that you’re
overstressing yourself by non-stop training, and all of the other shit going
on, so just take a quick break. That way you can clear your head and some of
your stress and it’ll be easier when you get back to the warehouse. I’ll talk
to Scott tomorrow and see if I can get him to start changing his mind about all
of this.” Derek sighed, knowing Stiles was probably right. He bit at his lower
lip and pulled off the road, parking his Camaro in the overhang for an old
parking garage that hadn’t been used in months since one of the platforms had
been declared ‘unstable.’ He rested his head against the seat and closed his
eyes, just listening to the rain hitting the pavement.
“I just can’t keep doing this alone... With Scott I’d have someone to help me,
doing this by myself it’s just...” he hesitated on the words, swallowing hard.
“I’m not my sister, or my mom. I’m not - I’m not good at any of this. I’m
trying to keep up with their training, but with everything else that’s
happening on top of it all... it’s a nightmare.”
“Hey, hey, don’t say that. You’re doing the best you can with your
circumstances.” Stiles assured him, cupping Derek’s face in his hands so that
he could get him to look at him. “You’re trying and that’s all that matters
right now okay? You’re doing pretty good so far. I mean, none of your betas
have actually killed any innocents. That’s a pretty big success.” He gently
bumped their foreheads together, sighing a little. “Just don’t give up on it.
Sure, a lot of fucked up stuff is going on right now, but at least you’re still
working hard.”
“It’s just not good enough,” Derek muttered, turning a little in his seat and
resting his hands against Stiles’ wrists, brushing the insides of them with his
thumbs. “I won’t give up, I won’t stop trying - I can’t allow myself to back
out on them. I just wish it wasn’t so fucking hard... Laura, my mom, they both
made it seem so easy.” He said and sighed looking into Stiles’ eyes. “How are
you so confident in me?”
“Maybe because I believe in you.” Stiles pointed out with a shrug, smiling a
little at him. “Let’s see, so far you’ve saved me from your psycho uncle,
you’ve actually given gifts to underdog teens, and you’ve done a lot more good
than I’m gonna get into right now because I doubt you wanna sit here all
night.” Derek nodded, pulling away from Stiles enough that he could dig out his
cigarettes and offer one out to Stiles as he popped the filter of one into his
own mouth. He wanted to kiss Stiles, to pull him close and bury his nose in his
scent, to let him just make everything all right if only for that moment. He
didn’t because he was still angry, angry at himself the most because when
Stiles called he’d come running, and when he wanted an ear to listen to him
ranting it was always going to be Stiles first. He bit at the inside of his
cheek, lighting his cigarette and leaning away from Stiles, using the excuse of
cracking his window as the reason why. He was getting too close, he’d almost
used Stiles as an anchor, and in a way he already had. He couldn’t allow
himself to do that - not now when everything was so chaotic already. Stiles
took the offering, letting the cigarette hang between his lips as he watched
Derek.
“I think you should try growing that wolfsbane.” He piped up after a few
moments before he took the lighter from him and rolled his window down a bit so
he wouldn’t fill Derek’s car with smoke after he lit his up. “I think it’s
pretty safe to say that you deserve to get stoned and take your mind off of
everything for a little bit. If all else fails, I’ll babysit the pack for you.”
Derek snorted, “That’d be hilarious.” he muttered, resting his arm on the door
so he could keep his cigarette near the open window. The smoke automatically
was pulled out and he watched it. “I think we need to talk about us.” he said
quietly, not looking over at Stiles. He flicked his ashes out the window,
slowly closing and opening his eyes. Stiles looked out his window before he
tensed up.
“Is that so?” He asked, swallowing slowly before he took a drag and exhaled
through his nose before he coughed. Derek nodded, taking a drag before looking
over at Stiles.
“I haven’t exactly been keeping my end of the deal we made and I think if we’re
going to keep doing this... we ought to cool off a little after tonight.” he
said slowly, lowering his gaze more and more as he spoke. Stiles furrowed his
eyebrows at that, looking a little confused.
“Oh, okay. If you want to, that’s fine.” He said softly. Maybe he was right,
maybe they did need to cool off. “How much cooling off do you think is best?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet,” Derek replied just as softly. “We don’t have
to stop entirely, I just...” his voice trailed off. He couldn’t come out and
just say that he was starting to care about Stiles because as much as that
thought terrified him, the thought of Stiles knowing that terrified him even
more. “I need some time to sort things out in my head.” Stiles nodded a little,
looking back over at him.
“Alright.” He smiled a little at him, trying to help him feel better. “It’ll be
okay, take as much time as you need.”
“Thanks,” Derek murmured, finishing his cigarette in silence, trying to ignore
the way Stiles’ heart was beating. “I’m ready to go if you are,” he said,
finally breaking the silence and rolling his window back up.
“Yeah, we can go.” He replied, tossing what was left of his cigarette out the
window. He rolled up his window, moving his seat back to lean back a little.
“Are we still going to the warehouse?” Derek paused, shifting his car into
reverse.
“Unless you want me to take you home?” He asked, keeping his foot on the brake
as Stiles answer would determine which direction he would back up in.
“No, no, I don’t want to go home right now.” He said quickly, not wanting to be
alone just yet. Derek nodded, releasing the brake and the breath he hadn’t
realized he’d been holding. It only took them a couple minutes to get to the
warehouse and he killed the engine as he parked, not waiting for Stiles as he
got out and dashed for the shelter of the stairs. Stiles followed him up,
putting his hands in his pockets before he remembered and he cocked his head.
“Hey, is your pack gonna mind that I’m hanging out here?” He asked curiously.
“This is my home, they can mind it all they want, you’re already here,” he
said, gesturing for Stiles to walk in first after he’d opened the door. Isaac
and Boyd were still downstairs, apparently having a conversation about
something until the door had opened and they watched as Stiles walked in. Isaac
and Boyd exchanged glances, Boyd shrugging in response - neither of them knew
why Stiles was there.
“Where’s Erica, I want to get some training in before giving you guys a break.
You can rest tonight and tomorrow morning.” he said, shutting the door behind
Stiles.
“Upstairs, she said something about catching up on homework I think,” Isaac
said and Derek nodded.
“Go get her,” he said and Isaac nodded, getting up from his seat next to Boyd
and heading upstairs. Stiles looked around for a moment before he went to go
sit on the platform so he’d be out of the way. Erica and Isaac came downstairs
a minute later, Erica raising her eyebrows when she spotted Stiles before she
slowly grinned.
“Wow, we really are seeing a lot of each other lately.”
“What can I say, I like being moral support for werewolves.” Stiles replied,
raising his eyebrows for a moment before he realized that was actually
completely true. Isaac followed Erica over to Derek, tucking his hands in his
pockets just so he’d have something to do with his hands. He’d gotten used to
Erica, Boyd, and Derek, but Stiles was still a little new to him. Thankfully
he’d gotten over a little of his shyness around Stiles, so he gave him a small,
“Hey,” after Stiles had replied to Erica.
“All right, come on, we’ve got work to do,” Derek said and pointed between
Isaac and Erica, gesturing for them all to follow him into the training area.
The room was less of a training area and more of a garbage dump for whoever had
owned the place before, boxes and crates and even an old bus sat in the room.
“Same thing as before, first person to actually land a hit wins.” He said and
glanced over at Boyd. “You’re going to have to join in too at some point.” he
added, and Boyd shrugged as he leaned in the doorway.
“I’m comfy right here for now,” Boyd said and Derek rolled his eyes. He
stripped off his jacket and tossed it by the door, popping his neck before
positioning himself in the center of the room. Isaac was the first to launch at
him, running straight towards him as he swiped at Derek with his claws. Derek
caught his arms, ducking to the side and letting Isaac fall where he let out a
small groan before trying to get back to his feet.
“Come on, get up,” he said, keeping his eyes on Erica. Stiles slowly smiled as
slowly walked over to stand by Boyd and watch their little training game,
watching Derek at first before he began to focus on what the others were doing.
He liked watching their practices whenever he got the chance because it was
cool to see them learn. He also really liked seeing Derek in a tank top because
hot damn, that man really did have the body of a God. Erica stood back and
watched for a few moments, looking between Isaac and Derek as she tried to
think of what move she could do first.
Derek saw Erica coming just as Isaac got up, trying to swipe at him again.
Derek caught them both by their throats, shoving them back. Isaac fell,
coughing a little as he rubbed his hand against his throat. He got up quickly
making another move, same as his first. Derek dispatched him the same way,
sighing patiently. “Isaac, your moves are too predictable. You can’t just keep
doing the same move repeatedly and expect a different outcome.” Erica backed
away from them so that she could watch them again and figure out what she
needed to do to really catch Derek off guard. She ran at Derek again, running
past him since it would be harder to keep track of the both of them at once if
they went at him at different directions. Derek caught Erica around the waist,
tossing her on the ground next to Isaac, ending up tossing her onto Isaac who
grunted and fell back down under her weight.
“Maybe you could show us some moves, instead of just kicking the crap out of
us.” Isaac said, and Derek glared at him.
“You aren’t going to learn battle instincts if I do that. If you’re going to
learn this is the only way, now get up, and try again!” He said firmly, “Would
someone please try being anything other than predictable?” He asked, huffing a
sigh through his mouth. Erica thought of something that would definitely catch
Derek off guard and quickly got up before she jumped at him. She moved her legs
and arms tightly around him before she kissed him deeply. She lightly bit at
his lip before she slid her tongue into his mouth so that she could deepen the
kiss. Stiles had been laughing to himself as he watched the pack, until Erica
did that. He felt like he had just suddenly rammed into a brick wall and
everything suddenly made sense. Did Derek tell him that they needed to take it
easy so that he could sleep with Erica instead?
It sure as hell made sense to him, because why would he want Stiles when he
could have someone who became really hot and was actually a wolf? He felt a
mixture of depression and rage begin to quickly fill him inside and it made him
feel sick. He quickly grabbed Derek’s jacket, before he took off running faster
than he ever had in his entire life so that he could get out. He needed to get
away from this choking feeling that was tightening in his chest and throat.
Stiles threw the door to the warehouse open and slammed it behind him as hard
as he could before he ran down to Derek’s car and got it so he could lock
himself in it.
                  -------------------------------------------
Derek was definitely caught off guard by Erica’s tactic, reactively kissing her
until shoving her off of him. He looked up as he heard running, somehow already
knowing it was Stiles before he even saw him. “Stiles!” He called after him but
the door was slamming behind him already and he was dashing down the stairs.
Derek rounded on Erica, wolfing out completely in his rage.
“That’s the last time you do that,” he roared at her, Isaac shifting back away
from Derek on instinct even though he hadn’t done a thing. Derek was shaking,
torn between being livid with Erica and how completely fucked he was with
Stiles. After the conversation they’d had before coming here there was no doubt
in his mind what it looked like. He took as calming of a breath as he could
muster, pulling open the door to the warehouse as he searched for Stiles’
heartbeat amongst the pouring rain. “Stiles!” he called out, dashing down the
stairs. He couldn’t give any fucks right now with how this whole scene was
looking to Erica and the others. He just wanted Stiles to understand, to know
that he hadn’t said that because he wanted Erica. He couldn’t lie to himself
anymore, if he lost Stiles... he’d lose his will to even stay in Beacon Hills
anymore.
Stiles sat in the front seat of Derek’s car with his knees pulled to his chest.
He had his hood pulled up over his head so he could hide his face better, his
shoulders shaking as he closed his eyes tightly. He covered his mouth with his
hands, trying to fight back the urge to let out a sob. He hated how his eyes
had to glaze over, but the pain in his chest was stronger than almost anything
he had ever felt in his entire life. He always thought that people exaggerated
when they said that they felt like they had their heart shattered in thousands
of pieces by the person they had feelings for, but now he was actually
experiencing it and the pain of it was almost too much to take at once. He felt
like he had his chest stepped on repeatedly and he almost couldn’t breathe. He
was so stupid. He had been so stupid for spending the last ten years of his
life crushing on a girl he could never get, and he was so stupid for actually
crushing on Derek Hale. He let out a sob despite his efforts and tried to curl
up in a tighter ball. He was so angry and he was so upset, he just wanted to
break things and cry uncontrollably at the same time.
Derek strode over after locating Stiles and forced himself to shift back to
normal, squinting his eyes against the rain. He pulled at the handle to his car
but it didn’t budge, a quick glance at the locks showed why. “Stiles,” he
called over the rain, thumping his fist against the window. “Stiles, please
open the door! It’s not what you’re thinking!” He continued, loudly so Stiles
could hear him. Stiles refused to look up at Derek just yet, too stubborn to
let him see him cry.
“Stiles, please, just open the door!” he shouted, and thumped on the window a
few more times. He didn’t want to break it, after all the car had been Laura’s
before it was his, but he was that close to desperate that he might. Stiles
moved just enough to make him think that he might roll the window down at
least, but instead flipped him off. Stiles tried to get his shoulders to stop
shaking and wiped his nose with his sleeve before he remembered that he had
Derek’s car keys. Maybe this would be a good chance to get some revenge on him.
“Stiles, would you just fucking listen to me?” He yelled and Stiles finally at
least looked at him, but the glare on his face silenced anything Derek could
have come out with.
He watched as Stiles moved over to the drivers’ seat and he moved around the
car, following him as best he could as Stiles dug through his coat for
something. “Stiles, don’t do this, please. I can explain - I didn’t know Erica
was going to do that, I swear, Stiles!” He begged, actually fucking begged,
thumping his fist against the window. Stiles soon found what he was looking for
and held up Derek’s car keys before he jingled them in his hand for effect.
Derek deadpanned. “Stiles no, don’t, Stiles!” Derek said, frantically thumping
on the window though he knew it wasn’t going to do any good. He ignored Derek’s
words completely, tossing his jacket to the passenger’s seat before he started
the car and turned the radio on high so that he could drown him out. He pulled
on the seat belt and took a deep breath before he glanced up at Derek and
raised his eyebrows for a moment before he shook his head and drove off. It was
just lucky that he was more hurt right now, otherwise he would have made sure
that he ran Derek over at least once. He tried to stop himself from crying as
he sped off in Derek’s car, trying to get far away from the warehouse as fast
as he possibly could.
Derek screamed in anger, bringing his hands up to his hair. He had no other
vehicle, and no phone because of course that was in his jacket too. He swore
and dashed back up the stairs, rain dripping off of him onto the floor as he
stormed over to where Erica and Isaac were still sitting. “One of you, phone,
now.” he ordered.
“Here,” Boyd said, offering out his phone to Derek. Derek snatched it from his
hands, immediately dialing Stiles’ number. He paced frantically, waiting for
Stiles to answer, hoping that he actually would.
“I’m sorry, Derek. I didn’t know.” Erica said softly.
“Save it,” Derek spat out, opening and closing his fist repeatedly until
Stiles’ voicemail picked up. He didn’t bother leaving a message, growling in
agitation. “What the hell possessed you, huh?” He asked, glaring at Erica.
“Hey, she didn’t know, none of us did,” Isaac said, defending her.
“As if that matters right now?” Derek asked and sighed through his nose. He
continued pacing, biting at his lower lip as he tried to think of what to do.
He could try Scott, but Scott wasn’t likely to help him at any rate. Eventually
Boyd’s phone buzzed in his hand and his eyes devoured the text from Stiles.
‘You can tell Derek that in the morning he can play scavenger hunt so he can
find his car.’
‘This is Derek, please, I didn’t expect Erica to do that. I didn’t want it; I
need you to understand that. Please, let me at least call and explain.’ he
texted back rapidly, never ceasing in pacing the floor.
“I-I don’t know, it was stupid. You were talking about us being predictable, so
I wanted to see what would happen.” She said softly, shrugging as she bit her
lip.
‘Ha. Ha......No thanks. If I wanted to talk to a dick, I’d probably talk to my
own. Leave me alone.’
‘It’s not like that Stiles, none of this is what it looks like. If you’d just
let me explain, please. I can’t handle this.’ he shot back, pocketing Boyd’s
phone.
“Well, now you know,” Derek said and sighed. “I’m gonna go look for him. I
think he might be headed home, but I gotta make sure.”
“Do you want one of us to go with you?” Isaac asked and Derek shook his head.
“I think you’ve done enough damage for one night,” he said, and looked over at
Boyd. “You’ll get your phone when I get back.” he said, and after going
upstairs to get one of his old jackets, he went out into the rain, running for
Stiles’ house.
‘You can’t handle this. YOU can’t handle this? Oh. My. God. Goodnight. Don't
TALK to me.’
Derek checked Stiles’ response, huddling over Boyd’s phone so it didn’t get
drenched by the rain too. He wasn’t surprised by Stiles’ response, but he
didn’t know what to say to get him to listen to him. He kept running, getting
there in about twice the time a car would, but still faster than if he were
human. Stiles’ dad must have still been dealing with the murder because he
wasn’t there even when Derek arrived. He climbed up to the roof, gently
pressing his forehead against the window as he focused his hearing. After about
five second he found Stiles’ heartbeat and he knocked on the window lightly,
hoping that Stiles would answer. He couldn’t hate Derek anymore than Derek
hated himself right now.
Stiles moved the blinds just enough so he could put it a whiteboard against the
window. ‘GO FUCK YOURSELF’ was written on it in big black letters, each word
underlined in red.
“Stiles, please - think about this. I ran in the pouring rain to get here, I’ve
been freaking the hell out trying to get you to just listen to me and I -” he
hesitated on the words. He didn’t want to say them, even after everything that
he’d just went through to get there. He forced himself to, suppressing the sick
scared feeling in his throat. “I pushed you away earlier because I felt like I
was getting too close. Too close to you, and when Erica did that and you left I
swear all I wanted to do was tell you the truth.” he said, letting out a broken
laugh.
“The truth is, I asked you to not get invested in this, in us and I’ve been the
hypocrite and started doing that myself.” he said, blinking a few times as he
felt tears welling up. He fought them off, getting to his feet. “I’m sorry,
Stiles. I just needed you to hear that.” He said and started carefully making
his way towards the end of the roof where he could jump down and start making
his way back. He could always call Erica to come and get him, but if Stiles was
still going to be upset with him after that... well, he wanted to be alone.
Derek climbed down from the roof, pulling out Boyd’s phone as he felt it
vibrate against his leg. 'Your car's in the park.' He read the message and
glanced up at Stiles’ window, trudging off in the direction of the park. He
didn’t bother texting Stiles’ back, still shaky from his confession. He didn’t
know how Stiles’ felt about him really - maybe it was just jealousy, maybe he
thought that Derek had just been pushing him away for someone else. Derek
didn’t know, but if Stiles’ text was any indication – which he had no clue –
he’d hopefully not made that confession all for nothing. Maybe Stiles was the
one who hadn’t gotten invested. He thought of all the different scenarios as he
got to his car, locating the keys and climbing in.
He sent a quick message to Isaac’s phone. ‘On my way back.’ After it sent he
started his car, leaving the radio as it was and driving home. When he got
there he ignored the stares and questions that his pack mates directed at him,
giving Boyd his phone back before heading upstairs and curling up in bed, still
soaking wet, and doing his best to try and hold it together as he forced his
way into an uncomfortable sleep.
***** Paralyzed *****
When Derek woke up in the morning the only person still there was Isaac. They
spoke little to each other aside from what was necessary, though eventually the
question of course was asked.
“So what happened when you left?” Isaac asked. Derek glanced up at him and
sighed through his nose.
“We didn’t exactly make up, if that’s what you’re asking,” Derek replied and
nothing more was said on the matter. Erica and Boyd texted later in the day to
say they were staying for the game and they brought up the point - he assumed
they heard it from school - that maybe he could join them and at least ask
Stiles about what the thing they were supposedly hunting looked like.
“They’re right, we should know what we’re up against,” Isaac said, having read
the messages over Derek’s shoulder.
“I don’t want to see him,” Derek said and Isaac snorted.
“Are you kidding me right now? What the hell is all this training you’ve been
having us do non-fucking-stop going to be worth if that thing pulls out a new
trick we didn’t know about and kills us? You have to talk to Stiles.” Isaac
said and kind of withered a little at the look that Derek gave him. “Or, you
know, not.” Derek did eventually head over there though, Erica cornering Stiles
where she’d found him rummaging through the principal’s office and leading him
to the pool area where Derek was waiting.
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In the morning, Stiles had to try to completely numb himself so he could
distance himself from the situation with Derek. He didn’t want to think about
it more than he had to during school, going to figure out what he was going to
do later on when he was at home and wouldn’t get stared at for throwing things
if he frustrated himself.
Luckily, he got to distract himself by playing messenger for Allison and Scott.
He ran back and forth across the school throughout the day so he could pass on
different messages, having to rely on Scott’s inhaler for help when he got to
the point where he felt like he was going to pass out from a lack of oxygen in
his lungs. Well, at least he was getting his workout just in case he didn’t get
the play the game again.
When Allison gave him Gerard’s keys, he quickly rushed to the office so that he
could look for the book. ‘Nothing here.’ he had texted her before he had gotten
dragged off by Erica, the very last person that he wanted to see right now.
Besides Derek of course, but that was for completely different reasons. Of
course, Erica had to drag him straight to Derek though.
“Stiles,” Derek said.
“Oh, yay.” He sighed when he saw Derek, rolling his eyes a little. Of course.
This was just his luck. “Derek.” He stated back as a greeting. He tapped his
foot a little, looking between the two of them impatiently. “What can I do for
the two of you today?”
“We need to know what we’re fighting against,” Derek said, trying to keep his
voice civil though it was hard with the tone that Stiles was using on him.
“This thing you saw at the mechanic’s shop, describe it.” He added, patiently
glancing over at Erica - this whole thing was her idea, he was sure of it.
“I saw many things. Like several incidents I want to report to the EPA.” Stiles
stated and shrugged his shoulders, sighing as he shifted on his feet. Derek
crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at Stiles.
“Ugh, it was...pretty slick looking. It had dark, patterned skin, like scales?
Uh, eyes were yellowish and slitted and it had really sharp teeth. Oh, and it’s
got a tail.” He stated. “Can I go now or do you want me to draw you a freaking
picture?” A light metallic clink about tore Derek and Erica’s attentions
upward. Whatever this thing was that Stiles was describing? It was right
fucking there.
“What? You’ve seen it? You guys look like you know exactly what I was talking
about.” Erica started kind of freaking out, instinctively taking a step back
which seemed to piss it off as it hissed down at them. Stiles’ eyes widened at
the sound as he turned to look up at it. Well, shit. He didn’t care that he and
Derek were technically fighting; he quickly moved to hide behind him. “Jesus
Christ.” He whispered. Derek roared at... whatever the fuck this scaled-shape
shifter was, as it landed in front of them and watched as it swiped Erica’s
legs out from under her, cracking her whole torso against the wall with the
force with which it hit her. Erica must have hit her head or something because
she slumped against it and it was just Derek and a defenseless Stiles now.
“Run!” Derek said, turning while the beast seemed interested in Erica’s passed
out body, pushing at Stiles’ chest. He whirled back though as soon as he heard
something whizz behind the back of his neck. He didn’t even feel the cut that
was there. Stiles felt his heart pound in his chest, fearing that it was coming
back to finish what he had started in the auto shop. He was about to turn and
run when he glanced back and noticed the scratch on the back of his neck.
“Derek, your neck!” He exclaimed. Derek reached up to feel the back of his
neck, drawing his hand back in front of his face and seeing the blood mixed
with the clear paralytic as he already started to stagger. Stiles he quickly
moved behind him and moved his arm around him while pulling Derek’s around his
shoulder so he could support him. “Come on.” He said quickly, making him get
his balance against him as he tried to run with him to get him out of the pool.
“Where is it? Can you see it?” He asked, focusing on trying to get them to the
exit.
“No, I can’t see it, I lost it. You’ve gotta call Scott,” he said, stumbling
alongside Stiles as they made their way toward the exit. He glanced over at
Erica where she was still passed out on the ground. He hoped that since she was
incapacitated that would remove her threat status to the monster. Stiles
reached into his pocket for his phone before it slipped out of his hand and
fell to the ground and slid away from him. He had to let go of Derek so that he
could try to get his phone, cursing a little as he tried to move quickly so
they could get out. Derek wasn’t prepared for Stiles letting him go and after
leaning so heavily in that direction, his only choice was to shout as he fell.
“Stiles, sonuva-” the ‘bitch’ portion of his swear was silenced by the water
that immediately enveloped him. Stiles looked between his phone and Derek
before he took a deep breath and dove into the water. It didn’t matter how
upset he was with Derek, he wasn’t going to let him drown. He moved his arms
around Derek and pulled him up, taking a deep breath once they resurfaced. He
moved Derek’s arm around his shoulder again so he could support him better.
“I’ve got you.” He told him softly. Derek coughed a few times, raggedly
catching his breath, glancing over at Stiles as he spoke.
“I see that,” he spat out, moving his head around - that was literally the only
part of him he could move right now.
“Can you see it?” He asked, still scanning the room. Stiles looked around,
trying to find and sign of the monster.
“No, I don’t see it. Maybe it took off.” He replied, trying his best to keep
the two of them floating. He kept his arm around Derek, breathing slowly so
that he could keep calm. Derek was about to say something until an inhuman
screech echoed through the pool house.
“Apparently not,” he said, blowing air through his mouth and tilting his head
back as he tried to keep his face above water. Stiles groaned at that, looking
for any way that they could escape, but it would be hard to drag Derek’s body
out of a pool and then the actual building itself.
“Well this is absolutely the most awkward reunion ever.” He mumbled.
“It’s not like this was part of the plan, Stiles,” Derek replied, huffing water
away from his face. Stiles glanced over at Derek and rolled his eyes a little.
“Well, thanks for trying to save me. Even though it lasted about all of five
seconds. I told you that it wasn’t fun being paralyzed.” He mumbled, trying to
keep his head above water as he looked around again.
“You’re welcome,” he muttered, scanning the room. “Though you had an easier
time of being paralyzed.” He added, glancing over at Stiles.
“If only the rest of that night was easy.” He huffed before he looked around.
“And it’s not exactly that hard right now.” He stated before he slowly began
swimming towards the ladder so he could try to get them out. “If it’s gone,
then we need to get out of here.” Derek nodded, but before they even got within
arm’s reach of the ledge he was telling Stiles to stop.
“No, no, no - wait, stop!” He said, the scaled-beast crawling out of the
shadows and stalking around the pool. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows as he
stopped, watching the creature.
“What the hell is it waiting for?” He mumbled, slowly moving his arm the
opposite way to push them back so that they could avoid it just in case it
decided to jump in.
“The hell if I know,” Derek replied, not taking his eyes off of it. They
watched as it crawled near the edge, tilting its head around as it looked at
the water. The odd thing (if it were possible to get more odd than this) was
that instead of getting in, the second it’s hand touched the water it hissed,
moving back from it and starting to circle again, glaring at them both.
“The hell...” Derek murmured.
“Wait a minute, I don’t think it can swim.” Stiles said softly before he got an
idea. His body was beginning to get really tired from holding Derek up and he
didn’t know how much longer he could do it. “I don’t think I can do this for
much longer.” He said softly, looking for his phone until he finally spotted
it. “I need to let you go for a minute, I’m gonna try to call Scott.”
“Don’t you dare let go of me.” Derek said through his teeth, glancing over at
him. They did need Scott, but Derek wasn’t keen on drowning just so they could
get help that may or may not even make it in time. “There’s gotta be a better
way.”
“Couldn’t you just trust me this once?” He asked with a groan. “I’m the one
keeping you alive, okay? Have you noticed that?” He pointed out, really not
having the time to argue about this. “Listen, if I just let go for a minute, I
can swim, get my phone and tell him to come here.”
“Have /you/ noticed that I’m paralyzed from the neck down in eight feet of
water?” he said, his voice rising towards the end. “Right now, I don’t trust
you and you don’t trust me, but the thing is if we get out of here? I’m the
only one of us who can fight that thing off!” He said, spitting water that had
splashed up into his mouth out. “You’re not letting me go.” He said a little
more calmly.
Stiles glanced back at the phone for a moment before he looked back at Derek
and shrugged. “I think I can live with you not trusting me.” He replied, moving
Derek’s arm off of his shoulder before letting him go.
“No, Stiles!” Derek shouted, barely getting in half a lungful of air before he
was sinking down to the bottom of the pool. Stiles began swimming as fast as he
could to get to the wall before he grabbed his phone and unlocked it, splashing
water around as he narrowly dodged being attacked by the scaled-beast.
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He squeezed his eyes shut, mentally cursing himself as he listened to Stiles
swimming away towards the ledge. He’d pretty well pushed Stiles into doing
this, to letting him go. He only prayed that Stiles didn’t hate him enough to
leave him down there. As he waited at the bottom, the growing need to open his
mouth and take a breath grew until all he wanted was to breathe. His lungs were
starting to burn and when his eyes were open it was hard to see past all the
pinpoint spots of black. He couldn’t last much longer and just when he was
about to give in, take in that breath of water, he felt Stiles tugging him
upwards. He couldn’t even understand what Stiles was trying to do when he
pressed their mouths together until he felt air passing into his mouth which he
did his best to take in. It came into his lungs with a bit of water and when
they surfaced he choked it out, gasping and wheezing until he could finally
ask, “Please tell me that was fucking worth it.”
Stiles sighed as he held Derek to his chest, biting his lip. “Uh, yeah.” He
replied and Derek laughed mirthlessly at Stiles’ lie. But what could he do
until the paralytic wore off? If they were trapped in there much longer then
they were going to be completely fucking screwed.
“I need to hold onto something or we’re going to go under. I can’t stay up any
longer.” Stiles said softly, resting his head to Derek’s for a moment before he
began swimming back towards the diving platforms. Derek nodded quickly,
understanding. He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but it seemed like at least
an hour and a half. Derek was never good at guessing how much time had passed.
“Just be careful,” he said needlessly, watching out for the scaled-beast. At
this point he was able to move his toes a little, but that was still useless.
“I’m pretty sure that we are way past the whole being careful stage,
considering there is a freaking creepy mutant ninja lizard waiting for us to
get out of the pool so it can rip out insides out and probably eat them.”
Stiles stated, taking slow breaths. He groaned a little as he overexerted
himself, trying to grab the platform before his hand slipped and he went under
with Derek for a moment. “I can’t hold on...Too tired.” He mumbled, trying it
again but only slipped and went under again.
“Just hang on,” Derek said, his voice muffled a little by the water. The beast
screeched again, almost skittering towards them. Derek, sucked in a breath just
before they seemed to go down for good. Just as quick it seemed they were being
pulled up, landing hard on the concrete next to the pool. Derek panted on his
back, coughing up water and trying to move. He was able to, but just barely,
enough to crawl over to the platform and try to hoist himself up to his feet.
He looked around to see what the Hell was going on and saw Scott squared off
with the monster, picking up a dagger like shard of glass from the mirror that
he’d just been thrown against. The monster started towards him, but stopped -
transfixed by something. The second Derek realized it was looking in the mirror
he knew what the scaled-beast was - a Kanima.
Scott had to jump back as the Kanima leap forward, grabbing onto the railing on
the top of the wall and parkouring its way to the roof where it broke through
one of the ceiling windows. Derek exchanged glances with Scott, letting himself
slip off the platform to lie back down. Hopefully it didn’t come straight back,
because he was /not/ at all ready for a fight. Stiles was still breathing
heavily, after it seemed like the Kanima was definitely gone, moving closer to
Derek before he placed his hands on his cheeks and looked him over. “Hey, are
you okay?” He asked him, looking over him. He took Derek’s hands and rubbed
them softly, keeping his gaze off of his.
“I’m fine - just... Don’t.” Derek mumbled, glancing over at Stiles and pulling
his hand away. As much as he liked that Stiles was being concerned about him it
hurt too much all at the same time. Scott got to his feet, shifting back after
a minute.
“What the hell is going on?” He asked and Derek glared up at him.
“I’ll tell you what I know, just go check on Erica first,” Derek said, wincing
as he forced himself up off the floor. He wavered, bracing himself on Stiles’
shoulder just long enough to take a step towards the wall and lean his back
against it. His throat felt raw and his whole body still felt numb, tingling as
if every inch of him had fallen asleep and was waking up.
“Fine, I’ll check on her,” Scott said, giving Stiles a seriously confused look
before locating where Erica was still lying down from where she’d been tossed
earlier.
 
Stiles followed Scott, putting his hands in the wet pockets of his coat as he
looked down at Erica. “She’s okay, we should get out of here.” He spoke up
after a few moments. “Did you find the bestiary?” He asked curiously, wanting
to know if all of this was for anything or if they needed to come up with
another plan.
“Yeah, it was on the flash drive on Gerard’s keys,” Scott said, standing up
from where Erica was lying. She seemed to be okay, just unconscious still. “Are
you gonna tell me what that just was or...?” He asked, looking past Stiles at
Derek who was watching them until Scott caught his eyes.
“No, it’s nothing, don’t worry.” Stiles replied, not even glancing back at
Derek. He really need to think about things when he got home and decide if he
wanted to either talk to Derek or actually run him over with his car. Erica
soon stirred, groaning and rubbing her head.
“What happened?” She asked, before furrowing her eyebrows when she saw Stiles
and Scott standing above her. “Where’s Derek?” She looked around for him before
spotting him and getting to her feet to go to him. “Did it do anything to you?”
She asked him.
“I’m fine,” he told her glaring over at Stiles and Scott. “Just give me a
minute to get some more control back.” Erica nodded and followed Derek’s gaze
to the two for a moment before she leaned against the wall and watched Derek.
He was looking down at his legs now, testing them out by slowly putting his
weight on his legs completely. He could stand with a little difficulty, walking
would take a bit longer.
 
“Yeah, okay.” Scott said, knowing that Stiles was lying - or at the very least
holding back. “Let’s just go take a look at what’s on this thing and see if we
can’t find what we’re up against.” Scott said, digging the keys from his pocket
and holding them out to Stiles.
“I promise, Scott, if it was important, I would tell you.” Stiles told him,
taking the keys before he thought about it. “I brought my laptop with me in
your car so we can use that and find out now.” He replied as he motioned him to
follow.
“All right, I’m not gonna push it.” Scott said, holding his hands up
defensively before following Stiles out to his car. Once they were out there he
unlocked the doors, opening the door to the back and grabbing Stiles’ backpack
before holding it out to him.
Stiles got his laptop up and running quickly before he plugged the USB in and
brought up the Bestiary. When he got into it, he groaned as they flipped
through the pages on the screen. “Oh, come on. Is that even a language?” He
asked, motioning to the total gibberish.
“It’s never simple, why can’t it ever be simple?” Scott complained, running his
hands over his hair. “How the hell are we supposed to figure out what this
thing is?” He asked, sighing as he thought of something. “Maybe Allison knows
what language it is...” He muttered.
“Considering how old her grandfather is, it’s no wonder that he keeps
everything in gibberish that no one under the age of fifty can probably
understand.” He stated with a groan. All of that time in the pool for nearly
nothing.
“At least it’s a start?” Scott said trying to be optimistic.
“Yeah, but now we have to figure out what language this is, and then we have to
figure out how in the hell we translate it.” He mumbled as he leaned against
Scott’s car.
“If we figure out what language it is the only thing we have to do then is find
someone who can translate it. I mean, not that any of this is going to be easy,
but we have a plan,” he said. “After all this there’s got to be something in
there on what that thing was.” Scott said.
“Well, yeah, hopefully we can get all of this done before it attacks anyone
else.” He murmured, closing the laptop. “I’ll try looking around tonight to see
if I can figure out what language it is.” He shrugged a little.
“It’s called a Kanima,” Derek said as he and Erica walked up. Stiles scoffed at
Derek’s words, crossing his arms over his chest.
“So, basically you knew what it was the entire time?” Well wasn’t that just
great? Well, at least they now knew what the freaky thing was called. Maybe now
it would be a little easier to actually research it.
“Not until Scott was fighting it and it got confused by its own reflection.”
Derek said firmly, crossing his arms and looking at Stiles.
“Okay, so what does that mean - what is it aside from just the name?” Scott
asked.
“It’s a shape shifter, like us, but different. I don’t know much about it, just
what I’ve heard in rumors. But I know that whoever it is? They don’t know it’s
going on.” Derek continued.
“So like... It doesn’t know who or what it is?” Scott asked, Derek nodded. Well
that was fan-freaking-tastic. So basically they had to deal with a shape
shifter that was going through a Mulan crisis about not knowing who it even was
inside.
“Well, is there anything else you know about it?” He asked, wondering if Derek
had any other useful information in his nearly infinite mental encyclopedia of
monster knowledge. Derek shook his head.
“Just rumors. What I do know is that when I find it - I’m going to kill it.” He
said and turned to Erica before taking off with her towards his car. Stiles
groaned a little, wishing that they had gotten something really worth it after
all of the time spent in the pool and the murder that happened in front of him
the night before. Well, at least now they knew what the freaking thing was.
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When Stiles got home, he started trying to research all that he could, but the
only thing that came up was a South American Were-jaguar that only hunted
murderers, and based on his personal experience, that was definitely not the
kind of Kanima they were looking for. At least they had something useful to do
when they found out that Derek had tried giving Jackson the venom and that he
was planning something for Lydia next.
The main thing that they needed to worry about was that Isaac and Erica were
apparently after her and were planning to do something about it during
chemistry. Stiles told himself and Scott that there was no way it could be
Lydia, since she wasn’t completely evil most of the time. Of course, right
after he mentioned to Scott that she was fine, she had completely covered the
chalkboard in the words ‘someone help me’ written backwards. So maybe he spoke
just a little too soon, but he knew that Lydia wasn’t a Kanima. She wasn’t
capable of murdering people, even if the Kanima didn’t quite know who it was.
When the bell rang, he followed Scott to chemistry, sighing a little. “So what
are we going to do? Derek’s probably going to kill her the moment he sees her.”
He stated, rolling his eyes a little. It was just one thing after the other
with that damn alpha.
Scott shook his head at Stiles’ comment. “I get that you’re a little biased
right now for some reason, which would be awesome if you would talk to me about
- not that I’m complaining - but Derek’s not just going to straight up kill
her. Not without proof.” Scott said as they walked into Chemistry together.
“All you need to know is that he’s basically a nut case right now.” Stiles
replied, still not sure if he should talk to Scott about the fact that he’d
been sleeping with Derek. “If he suspects it’s Lydia, I’m pretty sure he’s
gonna stop at nothing. So he’s going to test her like he did with Jackson, but
the question is when and where.”
Scott bit at his lip, looking around the classroom for Lydia. He found her, but
he also saw Isaac and Erica. “I think they’re going to right now.” He said
quietly, not taking his eyes off of them. Stiles looked between the two betas
and Lydia before quickly going over to her table and pulling up an extra seat
so he could sit on the side of the table. If they were going to have to be
bodyguards for the day, then so be it. He wasn’t going to let any of them hurt
Lydia. If she really was the Kanima, which he really doubted, they’d find a way
to fix her.
Erica headed over to the table before the spots were taken and slowly smirked
as she stepped back and took a seat at the table right behind Lydia. It was no
big deal if Scott and Stiles were going to try to protect her, because she knew
they couldn’t do it forever. Scott took up the seat on the other side of Lydia,
glancing back at Isaac and Erica. Isaac flashed him a toothy grin, before all
of their attentions were drawn to their teacher talking.
“Einstein once said,” Harris began as he walked up the isles towards his desk.
“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure
about the universe.” He glanced down at Isaac as he walked past. “I, myself,
have encountered infinite stupidity.” He said, patting his hand on Stiles’
shoulder a few times before going up to the front of the class, leaning his
lower back against his desk. Scott gave Stiles a sympathetic look. Lydia was
trying not to laugh, pressing her lips together as she side-eyed Harris. Stiles
took a deep breath when Harris talked about him, grinding his teeth a little
together.
He didn’t think it was possible to dislike someone as much as he disliked
Harris, but he proved that it was even more possible every single day of class.
Especially since he still felt the need to punish Stiles for being interrogated
from the Sheriff. He didn’t normally wish for bad things to happen to people,
but he sometimes wished that Harris would just fall off the surface of the
earth. And by sometimes, that meant once a class period. He looked around when
he saw all the hands raised, shaking his head a little. If only everyone knew
what happened to her every full moon.
“So... to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you’re going to combine
efforts through a round of group experiments.” Harris paused to let that sink
in. “Let’s see if two heads are indeed better, than one.” He rested his hands
on his hips as he thought for a second. “Or in Mr. Stilinski’s case, less than
one. Now, Erica - take the first station, start with...” his voice trailed as
over half the classroom raised their hands. He blinked a few times and shook
his head.
“I didn’t ask for volunteers; put your hormonal little hands down.” He said
with restrained irritation. “Start with Mr. McCall,” he finished, and then
started pairing everyone up at the different lab stations. Stiles sighed in
relief when he was paired with this girl named Tara, working with her in
silence until Harris rung the bell for them to make the first partner switch.
Isaac took up the seat beside him, and Stiles rolled his eyes a little before
he unscrewed the top off of one of the bottles.
“If you harm one hair on her head, I’m going to turn your little werewolf ass
into a fur coat and give it to her on her birthday. Got it?” He glanced over at
him, making sure he was listening to his little threat. He glanced over at
Scott’s table with Erica and sighed inwardly. Isaac laughed, tapping his
fingers on the table.
“Really? Cause uh... I’ve never actually been to one of her big invite-only
birthday parties.” he said, glancing up at the chalkboard. “Did ask her out
once though...” he added.
“Oh God, is this going to be the beginning to one of your heartfelt stories?
I’m going to have to pass on this one.” He stated, really frustrated that not
only did he have to deal with his fight with Derek, but he also now had to deal
with his little betas preparing for a possible killing spree.
“Would you rather me talk about this or Derek?” Isaac asked, raising his
eyebrows over at Stiles. “It was first day of freshman year,” he said,
continuing on with his story.
Stiles groaned and resisted the urge to just start bashing his head on the
table. “Let me guess, you thought that everything was going to be different but
she still rejected you.” He stated, scowling at the ingredients. “Also I’m
pretty sure that I’d rather jump into a volcano instead of even think about
talking about Derek.”
“She laughed at me actually,” Isaac replied, watching Stiles work on putting
the ingredients into the beaker.
“Sounds like something she’d do.” Stiles replied before rolling his eyes for
the umpteenth time.
Isaac glanced over to the windows, spying Derek who was staring at him with a
hard glare. Isaac lowered his voice and leaned a little closer to Stiles as the
other tried to scoot away from him. “Look, I don’t know what the hell went on
between you two. All I know is that Derek doesn’t talk about it.” He said and
sighed through his nose. “What I also know - is that you and him need to talk
this shit out.” He muttered. Stiles felt his heart hurt a little at the thought
of how he and Derek were just a few days before and just shook his head that
time. Isaac leaned over and put his hand on Stiles’ arm. “Don’t give me that.
Derek isn’t going to say anything so I have to.” he said.
“I won’t ‘give you that’ if you find a better outlet for your rage. Maybe try
English class. Unrequited love is a bitch. Just like your alpha.” Stiles winked
at him, trying to push away all thoughts he had about Derek for now. “Maybe if
you don’t kill my friend, it’ll happen.”
“Switch, you have five more minutes before time’s up.” Harris said, resting his
arms on his desk. Isaac let go of Stiles’ arm, getting up from his seat and
turning to look at Scott who had just used up his last partner switch with
Lydia. Scott glared at him, reluctantly getting up from the desk.
“Isaac - don’t,” Scott mouthed to him. Isaac just shrugged, glancing down at
Stiles before taking the seat next to Lydia and pushing Scott out of the way.
Lydia glanced between the three of them, making a confused face before she went
back to work. Stiles sighed a little, shaking his head as Scott took the seat
next to him.
“What are we going to do if she gets paralyzed? How are we going to explain
that?” He whispered to Scott.
“If she reacts we just have to come up with a way to protect her - there was a
cure for me, even if Derek kind of messed it up. There’s gotta be a cure for
this too,” Scott said quietly, glancing back at Isaac and Lydia.
“And if she doesn’t react?” He asked, not even really paying attention as he
continued to put different ingredients into the beaker. “Where should we take
her to keep her safe from them?”
“My house, I guess,” Scott said, tapping his pencil in his hands. “Say study
group, to get her over there. You, me, Allison, maybe even get Jackson to come
too if we can.” Jumping a little when the bell rang again.
“Time,” Harris said, lacing his fingers together. “Now, if you’ve catalyzed the
ingredients properly what you should have is a crystal formation in the bottom
of your beakers. And here’s the part that I know you’ll all enjoy...” he said,
pausing as he glanced around the room. “You can eat it.” Scott and Stiles’ both
looked over at Lydia’s table, watching as Isaac grabbed a pair of tongs from
the table, removing a bit of the crystal from his and Lydia’s beaker.
“Here, I’m not hungry,” he said, offering out the bit of crystal to Lydia.
Lydia tilted her head at him, looking over at the crystal before she took it
from the tongs.
“Lydia wait!” Scott said loudly, getting up from the table. Stiles was about to
yell for her to stop too, but Scott beat him to it. The class stared at Scott,
Harris too and he was forced to sit back down. “Damn it...” he muttered.
Lydia’s hand had frozen with the crystal in her hand. She exhaled sharply
through her nose.
“Weirdo,” she muttered to Isaac, earning a small laugh. She took the crystal
from the tongs, sniffing it a little before taking a bite.
“You sure you don’t want any?” She asked, offering the piece back. Isaac shook
his head.
“I’m sure, it’s all yours Lydia.” he said, looking past her out the window
where Derek was climbing back into his car. Stiles felt his stomach fall when
she had no reaction, biting his lip. Well now they officially had to prepare
for a possibly massive battle. He considered running out of the school and
finding Derek, hoping that he would listen to him, but he knew that he needed
to get Lydia somewhere safe before then.
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Later that evening, while Stiles, Allison, and Jackson tried to disract Lydia
away from the werewolves and keep her safe at the same time, Derek and his pack
were already outside waiting for their chance.
Derek waited with Erica and Isaac while Boyd had walked around the house,
checking it out. “They got it locked up tight, if we want in we’re gonna have
to break in.” Boyd told him and he nodded, watching the windows by the doors
where every few minutes Allison and Stiles would look out at them.
“Don’t do anything for now. Isaac, Erica - when I say I want you to go in. I
don’t care what you have to do to get to her, killing Lydia is our top
priority.” Derek said.
“What about Stiles?” Isaac asked.
“You know what you have to do.” Derek said firmly as he looked over at Isaac.
“Everyone else is just in the way.”
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Erica glanced back at Derek, raising her eyebrows. She didn’t mind fighting the
others to get to Lydia, but she figured that Derek would be against any harm
coming to Stiles, despite the situation. “Are you sure you want to risk Stiles
getting hurt?”
“Stiles has made it clear he wants nothing to do with me,” Derek said, glaring
back at the house. “He’s chosen his side and if you’re not happy with what we
have to do to make sure that no one else gets killed, maybe you should ask
yourself if you’re going to stick around either.”
“Isaac, your move. Since Erica’s so keen on not listening, you can go in
first.” Derek said and Isaac nodded, glancing over at Erica before making his
way to the back of the house. From there he broke the handle of the back door
off, easing it open quietly before sneaking up behind Allison. He’d knock them
out before opening the door, letting Derek know that they could come in and
help then.
Erica shifted a little at Derek’s words, looking between the teenage boy in the
window and her Alpha. “Isaac and I were listening to his heart. I’m guessing
you didn’t. Every time Isaac said your name, it skipped. And it wasn’t fear I
smelled from him. He was pissed and annoyed, but that wasn’t all I smelled.”
She told him softly before she headed inside.
She’s right you know, you two are both infatuated with each other, we can smell
it. You guys just need to kiss and make up and get this shit cleared,” Boyd
added, listening with Derek to the sounds of fighting coming from the house.
“It’s not that simple, that’s what you guys aren’t getting.” Derek said.
“Besides, if we succeed tonight we’ll have killed one of his friends. I think
that will permanently ruin whatever chance you three seem to think I have with
getting him back.”
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Isaac didn’t waste time - trying to fight Scott as hard as he could. Scott,
even being an omega, was still stronger than him, more experienced and after
managing to get clocked in the head with another lamp, Scott came out
victorious, Isaac slumping onto the floor. Scott went upstairs to find Allison,
sighing in relief when he saw that she was okay. “Come on, let’s bring out the
welcome wagon,” he said with a grin, knocking the arrow out of Erica’s hand
with his shoe and draping her over his shoulder fireman style.
He led the way downstairs and pulled open the front door, tossing out Erica and
then Isaac, striding out onto the porch to face Derek who was smirking as he
did a slow clap.
“Nice, bravo, brilliant,” Derek said sarcastically. “Got you own little pack
now don’t you Scott?” he asked, shoving his hands into the pocket of his coat.
“I think that’s why you keep refusing me, Scott. They may be human, but you’ve
already got a pack of your own. But just one problem - you’re not going to win
against me.”
Stiles was pretty proud that they had managed to take down two betas,
considering that two out of three of them were human. Of course, Stiles mostly
just made a mess out of the living room, but Isaac wasn’t going to hurt him
anyways so he still considered it a victory. “We sure beat your pack’s asses
for being humans.” He had mumbled under his breath to Derek’s sarcastic remark.
“I don’t have to defeat you, I just have to hold you off until the cops get
here,” Scott replied, the sirens already growing closer. Derek looked off in
the direction the sirens were coming from until a hiss on the roof drew his
gaze. Scott looked up as he heard it too, stepping down from the porch and
backing away to look at the roof as the Kanima screeched at them all before
darting off into the night.
Derek looked down at Erica and Isaac at his feet before lifting his gaze back
up to where the Kanima had disappeared. “Get them out of here.” he said. Boyd
looked over at him, wondering if he should when more footsteps exited Scott’s
house.
Lydia had told the 911 dispatcher that the house was quiet and she was going to
go find her friends, which of course the lady told her not to, earning a dial
tone. The further she made it towards the exit the more she was freaking out,
the whole place was trashed and there were what looked to be claw marks
everywhere. When she got outside she was confronted with an even more confusing
sight of all of her friends - and a few people she didn’t know - standing on
the lawn and staring up at the roof before looking over at her.
“Okay, I’m done messing around. Someone had better tell me what the hell is
going on in the next five seconds, or I’m going to scream.” she said, pressing
her lips tightly together as she looked expectantly between all of them.
“Well?” she asked, crossing her arms. Stiles had been about to run in to make
sure that Lydia wasn’t gone but didn’t have the chance to when she came out. In
the shock of it, he realized that he needed to also figure out just what in the
world made her immune to Jackson’s poison.
Scott and Derek exchanged looks. “Jackson...” Scott said, following Derek’s
gaze back up to the roof.
“Jackson,” Derek confirmed, frowning.
Allison sighed in relief and hugged her best friend tightly. “I’ll explain
everything, but now isn’t a good time. We can talk later.” She told her quickly
before she took her hand. “We need to get out of here as fast as we can.” She
wasn’t going to wait around for the cops to come, especially since it would
mean that her father would find out about her secret with Scott a hell of a lot
sooner than she wanted.
“Fine, but you’re telling me on the way. I’m sick of being told to wait,” Lydia
huffed, flashing a glare over at Stiles before she followed after Allison.
Stiles swallowed hard at the glare Lydia sent his way, still feeling really bad
about that. He was going to so have to make it up to her as soon as he got the
chance.
“So what now?” Boyd asked and Derek glanced over at him.
“Take them back to the warehouse, stay there until I get back.” Derek said and
starting off towards the trees.
“Where are you going?” Scott called after him.
“Where the fuck do you think?” Derek called back over his shoulder, not
stopping. Boyd exhaled between his lips, picking Erica and Isaac up, holding
them under each arm. Stiles almost laughed at Derek’s sass, kind of missing it.
Then he quickly remembered he was supposed to be bugged with him and made his
smile fade away.
“Not that you guys would listen to me, but if you want to try and save Jackson
you should go after him.” Boyd mumbled. Scott nodded, muttering a quiet thanks
to him as he watched him walk away.
***** Armani *****
Derek had tracked Jackson down to the more clubby area of Beacon Hills - not
even really having time to question why the hell it was going there of all
places. The only time the Kanima had been called out so far was to kill people
- except for the time where he and Stiles had been trapped in the pool by it.
He chased after Jackson, only a few feet behind, rounding a corner and jumping
the fence that barred the path. He shifted as he landed continuing after it.
             ----------------------------------------------------
Back at Scott’s house, Scott was trying to explain what had happened to Stiles’
dad - it wasn’t really going so well.
“Okay, tell me one more time and then I guess I’ll let you two go.” John said,
rubbing at his forehead. Scott sighed through his nose and started again.
“We were all upstairs studying when we heard someone break in through the back
door. We didn’t come down to see what was going on, we just left the door
shut.” Scott started.
“And how did it get broken open again?” he asked and Scott went into that
explanation too and finally John stopped him.
“Alright, you two try not to get into any more trouble okay? Scott, you and
your mom are welcome to stay with us tonight if you want when she gets off
work.” He said, scratching through his hair as he already started walking off.
“Thanks Mr. Stilinski!” Scott said and looked over at Stiles. “We should go
find Jackson, preferably before Derek does.” he said.
“Thanks, Dad. I’ll make sure Scott has everything and head over.” Stiles called
after his dad before he looked back at Scott. “Yeah, that would probably be
best. Thankfully I can drive faster than he can run.” He added, taking his car
keys out before he motioned Scott to follow him out to his car.
Scott laughed, “Yeah, guess it’s scenting time.” he said, tapping the side of
his nose as he followed Stiles out to his car.
“Oh my God, I will not lock you out of my car if you promise to never say that
again.” Stiles stated with a laugh as he got into the driver’s seat and started
it up.
Scott laughed, shaking his head as he got into the passenger seat. He was glad
to see Stiles still had his sense of humor after all of that.
Once Scott was in, Stiles started driving, following Scott’s directions as best
as he could. “Do you think you have a lock on Derek?”
Scott nodded at Stiles’ question, “Yeah, I definitely got it.” He said, rolling
his window down. He didn’t say the reason why was because Stiles had started to
smell like Derek, even before the weirdness at the pool. He didn’t ask why
either, figuring that whatever it was wasn’t his business, or at the very least
that Stiles would tell him whenever he was ready to.
 
“Alright, at least things are starting to look up tonight! Where to, wolf boy?”
Stiles asked with a grin, happy that Derek was at least pretty able to track
down.
“Straight for now,” he said, scooting around in the passenger seat so he could
more comfortably hang his head out the open window. “Make a right two streets
up.”
“Sounds good.” He replied, counting the streets before making a right turn.
“Also, I’m just curious, is it more comfortable if you stick your tongue out
when you do that?” He asked, glancing over at him for a moment.
“Funny,” Scott shot back, rolling his eyes. Eventually they reached the club
district, the smell getting stronger the closer they got. “Down there, that
alley,” Scott said, pointing at an alley to their left that they’d just passed.
It was closed off by a fence which Scott would have to hop over, he knew
already.
Stiles turned down the alley and went as far as he could, his Jeep coming to a
screeching halt before he could run over some spikes that were just a few feet
in front of where his tires stopped. “What do we do now?” He asked, looking
away from the fence and to Scott.
Scott scrambled out of the jeep the second Stiles’ started breaking, the sounds
of gunshots reaching his ears as he ran for the fence. He jumped at it, hopping
over and landing on his feet on the other side, bolting for where the sound was
coming from. As he got there, Derek was nowhere in sight, but the Kanima was
staring up at Gerard’s grandfather, not attacking. He tackled it away from him,
confused as hell as to why it hadn’t attacked Gerard, and even more as to why
Gerard hadn’t moved away. The Kanima screeched as it crawled away.
Scott gave a pausing look at Gerard, who just glared at him, glancing over at
Chris who was sitting on the ground before running after it. He lost it between
the buildings, skidding to a stop as he leaned against the side of a building
which had dubstep music pounding away inside. He waited for a minute to catch
his breath.
Stiles finally caught up to Scott, walking up behind him as he went along the
fence. “Hey, did you see where he went?” He asked, looking around again to try
and figure out just where exactly they were. He hadn’t really been to this part
of Beacon Hills and was rather curious about it.
Scott jumped, sighing out in relief when he saw it was just Stiles. “No, he
came down that alley and then I don’t know where he went.” he said, continuing
to look around the corner at the line of people trying to get into the club.
“What, you couldn’t catch his scent? Do you have any idea of where exactly he’s
going?” He asked curiously.
“I don’t think he has a scent,” Scott said, shaking his head. “The whole way
here the only scent I recognized was Derek. Not a single whiff of Jackson, and
don’t even start on how bad that sounded,” Scott said, holding up a defensive
hand as he turned to look back at the line. “I do know that I’m pretty sure
he’s going to kill someone.” he muttered.
“Oh, really? I guess that explains the claws, the fangs, and the ooze dripping
from his fangs. It’s all coming together perfectly now, so that you for
clarifying that for me.” Stiles stated sarcastically.
“You’re not helping,” Scott said, sniffing the air. He smelled something
familiar, but he couldn’t place it amongst all the other smells. Not quite yet,
it was someone he knew though, he knew that.
“I’m sorry, but I’m one hundred and forty-seven pounds of pale skin and fragile
bones! I don’t have fangs, claws, or super strength at my disposal like you!
Sarcasm is my only defense.” He pointed out.
“Look, just help me find it,” Scott said, moving his eyes back to the line. It
was irritating him - the scent, and that Stiles wasn’t able to be more of a
help. He also wondered where Derek went, but considering he’d seen Gerard and
Allison’s dad back when he’d confronted the Kanima, he was pretty sure Derek
had just fled.
Which Derek hadn’t, watching Stiles and Scott from a distance. He knew that the
Kanima had to be around here somewhere, considering Scott had gone after it. He
just needed to wait. “Technically ‘It’ isn’t even an it. It’s Jackson.” Stiles
pointed out, raising his eyebrows a little as he put his hands in the pockets
of his jacket.
“I know... yeah, I know,” Scott said, still not happy to admit it. “It’s just
hard to take in. I mean, he passed the test - right? That’s why Derek went
after Lydia, because she didn’t.”
“Okay, but that leads to another good question. How did Jackson pass Derek’s
test? Unless...Maybe it’s an either-or thing.” Stiles mumbled before he paused
when he realized why he passed. “Derek said that a snake can’t be poisoned by
its own venom, right? So when is the Kanima not a Kanima?”
Scott frowned, slowly looking over at Stiles. “When it’s Jackson...” he said,
following Stiles’ line of thought. He looked back over at the line. “We need to
find him. Soon,” he said.
Stiles looked around, taking a few steps back before he stopped moving. “Uh,
dude.” He said to get Scott’s attention. “I found him. See that?” He motioned
up to one of the windows, seeing the Kanima’s tail waving around as it headed
inside the building.
Scott looked over at Stiles, stepping away from the wall to look where Stiles
was pointing. He’d just climbed into the window of the club. “He’s inside...”
he sighed out, cursing under his breath. Then the smell that had been hitting
his nose for the past five minutes finally clicked in his brain and he knew
where it had come from. “And I think I know who he’s after.” he said, looking
at the line where Danny was front and center, getting his ID checked.
“How do you know that? Do you smell something?” He asked, curiously as he
furrowed his eyebrows. He didn’t know how Scott could have found Jackson’s next
victim yet, but if they had a lead then he was going to do what he could to
help stop Jackson before he killed anyone else.
“Yeah,” Scott said, pointing at Danny who had just gotten his ID back.
“Armani.” he said and lightly smacked the back of his hand at Stiles’ chest.
“Come on, we gotta find a way in. A back door, anything.” He said leading
Stiles around the building, searching for a door.
Stiles nodded as he watched Danny head inside before he turned and followed
Scott. He found a door and tried to tug it open, only for it to be locked.
“Great. Well, maybe there’s a window or something that we can climb through...”
Scott ignored him, twisting the handle under his hand until it snapped, opening
the door and holding out the broken piece to Stiles. “Come on,” he said,
smirking.
Stiles took the handle, furrowing his eyebrows. “Or, you know, we just use a
handle that we can rip off with extreme supernatural strength. How did I not
think of that?” He asked before he followed him, dropping the handle on the
ground.
When they got to the main floor from the back way, Stiles let his eyes adjust
to the little laser light show and disco ball combo lighting that the club had
on the dance floor. He looked around for any sign of Danny, quickly noticing
just how many shirtless guys there were. Or just guys in general.
“Hey cutie.” He looked over his shoulder, seeing a trio of well dressed drag
queens looking him over. That was the number one indication to him of where
exactly they were. “You look lost, little rabbit. Maybe I can get you a drink?”
Stiles opened his mouth to say something to Scott as the one who went by the
name of Kiki moved in closer, but quickly became distracted when he felt the
side of his face and neck being stroked. He felt very conflicted about what he
should do in this situation. Especially since Kiki had just called him a
rabbit.
“Dude, everyone in here is a dude!” Scott said loudly after they’d walked in.
“I think we’re in a gay club!” He called again, looking to his left and not
seeing Stiles until he noticed that some very manly ladies were fawning over
him. He choked back a laugh, grinning over at Stiles as he started to laugh
anyway.
“Wow, man, nothing really gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh?” Stiles
asked sarcastically, trying to ignore the fact that his ear was now being
lovingly massaged. Okay, that one actually felt good. Why the hell he had to
learn all these things he liked about his body from other people was beyond
him, but he wasn’t entirely complaining. “Well, uh, it was nice to meet you
all, but I have to go with him, we’re looking for someone. But uh, next time
I’ll take you up on that drink.” He said to the group as he turned to look up
at Kiki.
“One of those nights, huh?” She asked him with a wink.
“One of what nights?” Stiles asked, raising his eyebrows.
“One of those nights where you and your partner,” Kiki paused, nodding to
Scott. “Are feeling adventurous and want to spice things up with adding another
person in the bedroom. It happens to twinks all the time, hon, don’t worry.”
Stiles sputtered, feeling like he was about ready to go crawl under a rock and
die now.
“Well, uh, yeah. Sure. That’s exactly it. Uh, yeah.” He replied, trying to
figure out how in the hell he was supposed to react to that exactly as his
jacket sleeve was rolled up and Kiki and the others wrote their numbers on his
arm. Once Kiki had given him a big kiss on the temple and told him to call for
anything, Stiles began walking quickly away from the group.
“If you ever mention that to anyone, I am going to kill you in your sleep.” He
stated, pointing to Scott.
Scott couldn’t stop laughing, shaking his head as he wrapped his arm around
Stiles’ neck. “Let’s just find Danny,” he said finally, waving back at the
group as they wiggled their fingers at him. “I think he went this way.” he
said, still grinning as he let Stiles go, motioning for him to follow as they
walked over to the bar. Danny wasn’t there, but the bartender was and he smiled
over at the two of them.
“Haven’t seen you two here before.” he said, resting his hands on the bar,
eyeing Stiles a little. “What can I get you boys?” he asked.
“I’m so going to kill you.” Stiles groaned a little, shaking his head as he
leaned against the bar. “Well at least they’re friendly.” He looked back over
at the bartender and smiled widely at him. “Two beers please.” He ordered for
them, thinking that he could easily pass as a legal adult.
The bartender raised his eyebrows, not quite sure of their ages the second
Stiles spoke. “IDs?” He asked. Scott worked his wallet out of his back pocket,
pulling out his ID and setting it on the bar. Stiles nodded and took his wallet
out so he could get his fake ID out and set it down besides Scott’s. If only he
had gone with getting them more legitimate looking ones.
The bartender picked them up, looking them over and sighing through his nose
when he noticed that they weren’t exactly legal. They’d made it through the
front door though - to his knowledge, and he wasn’t about to make a mess of
trying to get them tossed out. “How about two cokes?” he asked, smirking at
them and sliding their IDs back in front of them. Scott was busy eying the
crowd for Danny so he didn’t even really hear what the bartender had said,
reflexively replying, “Yeah, sounds good!” over his shoulder.
“Yeah, two rum and cokes would be awesome!” Stiles grinned at him, bouncing a
little and bobbing his head to the dance music that was blasting from the
speakers. He wasn’t entirely getting that they hadn’t passed the ID check.
The bartender deadpanned, raising his eyebrows at Stiles. “Look, I could report
you just for being in here, but I’m trying to be nice. You’ll take cokes,
regular ones, got it?” he said, and turned gesturing at the shirtless bartender
behind him. He added a gesture for him to try and keep an eye on them too,
moving down the bar where someone was trying to get his attention.
Stiles smile faded a little at that before he sighed a little and smiled again.
Well at least just about everyone here was nicer than they would be in a normal
bar. “Okay, thank you!” He called after him.
After a minute, the shirtless bartender brought their sodas over, setting them
down. “This one’s paid for,” he said, giving Scott a grin and motioning over to
the guy who’d paid for it who raised his beer at Scott. Scott was so shocked he
couldn’t help, but grin, picking up his drink and looking over at Stiles.
When they got their drinks and Stiles paid for his, he couldn’t stop himself
from scoffing at Scott’s luck. “Oh, come on, are you kidding me? I’m the one
that actually likes guys!” He blurted out before realizing what he just said.
His jaw dropped a little as he tried to think of how he could take that back
before he just turned away and sipped at his drink so that he could search for
Danny on the floor instead.
Scott nearly spat out the drink of his coke he’d taken, but he did end up
spilling a bit of it over onto his hand. “Wait, what?” he asked, catching
Stiles’ shoulder. “Okay, we so need to have a talk.” he said, sitting his drink
down and facing Stiles.
“Uh, now? Well...So yeah. All this time I thought I was batting for one team,
but it looks like I’m swinging for both.” He said with a shrug, acting like he
was talking about the weather or something like it wasn’t a big deal. His heart
began to pound in his chest, since Scott was really the first person he was
coming out to. Besides Derek, but Stiles didn’t count that as really coming
out. More like, being dragged into the closet. And then being pinned against
the closet wall - and wow! He really needed to stop that train of thought right
there.
Scott laughed, grinning. “Dude, I’m happy for you,” he said and roped Stiles
into a one armed hug. “When did you find out?” he asked, wiping the soda off
his hands onto his jeans and picking his drink back up, turning so he could
look out at the crowd, still looking for Danny - and for Jackson.
Stiles grinned and hugged his friend back, feeling better about it. “Not that
long ago actually.” He replied, stirring his straw around in his cup as he
thought about Derek. He still didn’t know what in the hell he was going to do
about that, but he needed to figure it out soon. He pushed that thought out of
his head quickly and looked around the dance floor before finally spotting
their teammate. “Hey, I found Danny.” He piped up as he pointed over to him.
Scott nodded, sipping at his drink. He wanted to ask if Derek was what made him
realized it - the connection between Stiles coming out to him just now and the
incident at the pool making the connection in his brain. The way they’d been
acting towards each other the rest of the time made him not, as well as seeing
the Kanima crawling along the roof just as Stiles said he found Danny.
“And I found Jackson,” he said back, not taking his eyes off of him. Jackson
was making his way to the spot of ceiling right above Danny and Scott knew they
had to get to him fast. He sat down his drink, carefully, still not looking
away from Jackson. “Get Danny,” he said.
Stiles nodded at that and set his drink on the bar before he quickly began
trying to get through the crowd. “Danny!” He called over the loud music so he
could try to get Danny’s attention, but so far his efforts weren’t getting
through to him. He glanced up at the Kanima every now and again as he pushed
his way through the crowd. He soon got stuck between a bunch of the guys and
lost track of where their teammate had gone to. “Danny!” He exclaimed. Danny
didn’t notice Stiles at all, all of his focus going into dancing with an
attractive shirtless stranger that he was using to help get rid of all of the
stress he had been feeling.
Scott shifted his claws out as Stiles rushed past him to try and get to Danny.
He didn’t take his eyes off of Jackson as he stepped slowly into the crowd of
people grinding up against one another, dancing. He swore under his breath as
one of the club’s smoke machine pumped smoke out, hiding Jackson under the
cover of the white smoke curling out around the ceiling. Someone bumped into
him too, causing him to lose sight of Jackson even further.
The smoke soon dropped though and when it did Scott nearly started freaking
out, seeing that Jackson wasn’t on the ceiling anymore. He started searching
the crowd, pushing people away from himself any time they got close enough that
they’d stop him from making his way closer to where he’d seen Danny last.
Derek, however, hadn’t at all gone back to the warehouse as Scott had thought.
Making his appearance all wolfed out and pissed off when he came face to face
with Kanima-Jackson. “No, Derek!” Scott shouted, but Derek didn’t stop,
reaching out with his claws and slashing them across the Kanima’s throat.
The whole time he’d been watching them, watching as they’d come in and Stiles
had been happily entertained by the drag queens. That had pissed him off a
little, sure - but he’d had to focus. To look for Jackson amongst the crowd and
he’d found him when Scott did and had just had the luck of getting to him
before Scott could.
The Kanima fell to its knees, but it crawled away. Derek hadn’t waited around
that long to see it happening, removing himself from the crowd just as everyone
started screaming and freaking out, backing away from the incapacitated people
on the dance floor. Scott didn’t see Jackson either, but with the crowd
clearing the floor he saw that Jackson wasn’t lying on it. He caught a trail of
something on the ground from the spot where he’d seen Jackson collapse,
following it out the backdoor that he and Stiles had broken in to the club
through.
From there he followed it to the back parking lot, finding a still alive - but
very naked - Jackson. He went to his side, mentally freaking out as he checked
his throat, Jackson coughing, but not fully conscious. He couldn’t see any
cuts, so thankfully Derek’s attempt to kill him had failed, but now they had to
hide Jackson and Scott didn’t have the first clue as to how to do that. Jackson
surely wouldn’t go willingly, that was for sure.
As more of the club goers began to notice all of the people collapsed on the
floor, they quickly began to panic. They screamed and shoved each other so they
could get out before whatever happened to the paralyzed people could happen to
them.
Since Stiles had been in the more populated part of the crowd when he was
trying to get to Danny, he was stuck with being shoved and elbowed in just
about every part of his body. “Scott!” He tried to shout after his friend, but
it was no use as he kept trying to push his way past people and get out of the
crowd.
His efforts were unfortunately for nothing when he was accidentally knocked
down by one of the more athletic men and he quickly tried to cover his head so
he wouldn’t be trampled. Every time he tried to get back up his feet failed
when one of the many young adults ran into him and knocked him back down. “Help
me!” He shouted, wishing that Scott could hear him because no one else seemed
to have any ideas of stopping in their rush.
Derek had stayed, waiting for the crowd to get mostly out the doors before he
planned on following, escaping amongst the mass of faces so that he wouldn’t be
noticed. He heard Stiles shouting for Scott and he saw Scott rushing towards
the back door, eyes plastered on the ground at something. He scowled, confused
as to what was going on.
Then he heard Stiles shouting for help and his mind immediately focused on that
sound, trying to figure out where it had come from. He didn’t figure it out,
but he saw the body on the floor that people were tripping over in their rush
to leave and he just knew. “Stiles!” He called as he dove into the throng,
knocking over a couple more people as he fought his way to where Stiles was
trying to get up.
As soon as he reached Stiles, he wrapped him up in his arms, grunting as
someone kicked him in the back of the head - trying to jump over them to get
out. He held his spot, shielding Stiles until a couple minutes later the crowd
had thinned considerably and they were left alone on the dance floor, except
for the six guys paralyzed behind them.
When Stiles was suddenly covered, he looked up with wide eyes when he realized
it was Derek. His heart nearly skipped a beat and he buried his face in Derek’s
chest so he could keep under his cover. As the crowd faded, he hardly noticed
that he had moved his arms tightly around him and kept his face buried in his
neck.
His arms shook as he gripped Derek’s jacket tightly and he closed his eyes
again as he took in Derek’s familiar scent that he had grown used to. He had
been beginning to hyperventilate when he thought that he would actually be
crushed to death but a lot of that panic faded the moment Derek put his arms
around him. He didn’t know if he could keep trying to be mad at Derek,
especially when he did something like this. Derek didn’t have to save him, but
he did. He tried to take a slow breath and exhaled shakily as he kept his
forehead against him. “T-Thank you.” He said softly, his knuckles turning white
from the grip he had on his coat.
Derek looked down at Stiles, his stomach knotted with the way that Stiles was
gripping him. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want this moment to be over just
so they’d end up going back to the way they had been since Erica had jumped him
and Stiles had flipped out. He swallowed around the lump in his throat, closing
his eyes as he picked Stiles up in his arms, getting to his feet. He didn’t say
anything as he carried Stiles out, the ambulances that screeched to a halt
outside as well as the police cars being the only thing that drew his attention
away.
Paramedics ran out of the ambulances, most of them rushing past the two of
them, but one did stop in front of them. “Is he okay, does he need help?” the
paramedic asked and Derek shook his head. “I’ve got him,” Derek answered. The
paramedic nodded and rushed around them. Derek looked down at Stiles, “Where’s
your Jeep?” he asked.
Stiles tried to even out his breathing, refusing to let go of him or even move
his head just yet. “U-Uh, towards the end of the parking lot.” He said softly,
taking a slow breath before he forced himself to look at Derek. “Hey,
uh...Thanks. For doing that for me.” He said softly, biting his lip as he
stared up into his eyes. He tried not to think about just how much he loved
Derek’s eyes and swallowed hard.
“You can set me down here, I’ll be okay. I mean, uh, I know we haven’t talked
in what seems like forever, but I’m really, really thankful for what you just
did for me.” He slowly got out, looking away from him before he put his head
back on his shoulder for a moment so he could try to make himself stop feeling
dizzy from the stress of that experience.
Derek listened to Stiles answer, starting off in that direction as Stiles
thanked him. He refused to look down, refused to do anything that would hurt
him any more than what carrying Stiles to his Jeep was doing to him. He ignored
Stiles request to be put down until they reached his Jeep, making sure that
Stiles would be okay to stand before breaking contact with him. Stiles shifted
a little when he was back on the ground, making sure that his legs weren’t too
weak and that he was really was okay.
Derek hesitated on saying something, his hands clenching into fists at his
sides as he realized he had no idea what to say. Scott coming up to them, with
blood on his arms, drew his attention though.
“D-Derek, uh... hi,” he said, swallowing what he was about to say which he knew
wasn’t safe to say around Derek. Derek strode over to him, shoving him against
the wall behind Stiles’ Jeep and lifting him off his feet. Scott scrambled
against the wall, gripping at Derek’s wrists.
“Hey, hey!” Stiles exclaimed, going around when he saw Derek slam Scott against
his car. “Look, I’m okay! I’m not really hurt and there’s no real lasting
damage anyways.”
“I may not be your alpha, Scott? But if you ever abandon Stiles like that
again, making me have to do your job? You won’t have to worry about anything
aside from what plot of ground you want to be buried in.” He growled, letting
go of Scott. Scott dropped to the ground, stumbling at being let go and rubbing
at his now aching shoulder, watching as Derek stormed off.
“Did you get you know what into the backseat?” Stiles quickly went back to the
driver’s seat and got in before he checked and saw Jackson asleep. “Okay, thank
god. We need to get the hell out of here before one of my dad’s deputies
recognizes me and we get in even more trouble.”
Scott got back to his feet, rolling his shoulders as he watched Derek walk off
past the light of the street lamps. He climbed into Stiles’ Jeep, nodding in
agreement. He looked up as he was about to reach for his seatbelt, groaning as
Stiles’ dad’s cruiser pulled in directly in front of them, the siren chirping
before turning off.
“Too late,” he said, glancing over at Stiles. Stiles’ dad was getting out of
his cruiser. “Go, get rid of him!” Scott said, freaking out a little the closer
Stiles’ dad got.
Stiles let out a groan the moment he saw his father pull up. “Oh my God, could
this get any worse?!” He exclaimed, earning a groan from Jackson. “That was a
rhetorical question!” He shouted at the mostly unconscious co-captain of their
team.
He got out of the car and took a deep breath, heading out to go greet his dad.
“Hey dad! Nice seeing you here!”
John crossed his arms as he approached Stiles. “What are you doing here? I
thought you and Scott went home.” He said, already a little angry.
Jackson started to sit up, “Wassgoinon?” He groaned. Scott pushed him back
down. “Go back to sleep, Jackson.” He said, glancing out the windshield as he
listened to what Stiles and his dad were saying.
“Well, uh, after all of that excitement that’s been going on, we figured that
we needed to do something to get it all out. So we came clubbing.” Stiles
shrugged a little.
John turned and looked at the club, looking back at his son. “This isn’t
exactly your type of club.” He said, his eyebrows knitted and rose.
Stiles looked back at the club for a moment before he looked back at his dad.
Well, this was going to be awkward. “Well, this is a conversation that we need
to have.”
John stared at his son, crossing his arms a little tighter over his chest.
“You’re not gay.” he said, firmly. It wasn’t as if he and Stiles were the
closest right now, but he felt like he at least knew that much about his son.
“I could be gay!” He exclaimed defensively before thinking about it. “Okay, no,
you’re right. I’m open-minded so I don’t think I can just pick one. So I’m like
half-way gay. Well, bisexual is the term, but you catch my drift.” He shrugged
his shoulders a little. As he thought about Derek, he realized there was no way
he could ever be entirely straight.
John stared dumbfounded before sighing and rubbing at his forehead. “I’m just
going to skip straight past that, we can talk about it more later.” he said and
started for Stiles’ Jeep to talk to Scott.
Scott shifted in his seat as John started to walk past Stiles, Jackson
continuing to be half-awake and half-asleep in the back. “Quiet!” He said
through clenched teeth.
“Dad!” Stiles exclaimed, to get his attention before coming up with something
as fast as he could. “We’re here for Danny. He just broke up with his boyfriend
and we wanted to get him out and take his mind off of it.”
John stopped, listening to what Stiles had to say, gritting his teeth a little.
“See, I’m having trouble believing that, because this is the second crime scene
you’ve just happened to have shown up at Stiles. At this point, I’ve been fed
so many lies between you and Scott, I’m not sure I know the kid standing in
front of me anymore, now what the hell is going on?” He said, resting his hands
on his hips.
Jackson was officially starting to wake up now and Scott groaned. “Jackson, I’m
sorry, but you’re just going to have to forgive me for this,” he said, and drew
his fist back, punching Jackson in the face. Jackson fell back onto the back
seat, thankfully unconscious again.
“I’m telling the truth. We saw that he’d been really down lately and so we
figured that it would be better to help him find someone much better than his
lame ex.” He replied. “So that’s why we had him meet us here. That way he could
dance and mingle with some good guys.”
John bit at his lip for a second after Stiles finished, leaning his head back
as he let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, it’s been a long week. You guys are good
friends, but I swear if I get home tonight and you and Scott aren’t there - I’m
taking your keys.” he said and returned the wave that Scott had directed at him
before striding away to go and deal with the mess of the club.
“Alright, we’ll be there. See you later, Dad.” Stiles called after him before
heading back to his Jeep and getting in. “Well that was getting awkward for a
moment.” He groaned a little before starting it up and beginning to drive off.
“So what are we going to do with Jackson?”
“I - I don’t know,” he said, glancing back at Jackson. “We need to take him
somewhere where we can keep him long enough to figure out what to do with him -
or longer.” He said.
Stiles sighed a little at that, shaking his head as he thought about what would
be perfect for it.
“Okay, I’ve got an idea but I don’t know if you’ll like it.”
“Does it involve breaking the law, because your dad’s pretty pissed at the both
of us already, especially you,” he groaned, leaning his head back before
looking over at Stiles.
“I’m pretty sure that it’s a given that it’s gonna involve breaking the law.
Also thanks for the reminder.”
“Sorry, point taken. I was just trying to be optimistic that we might not get
in trouble this time,” he said, turning his eyes back to the road.
“We have a guy passed out in our back seat that turns into a murdering lizard.”
He pointed out. “I’m pretty sure that everything we do involving this will
involve trouble. So uh, the best thing we can keep him in is something like one
of the police transport vehicles. We just take it into the woods and talk to
him until he realizes what’s going on.”
***** Advice *****
Scott had nodded, taking over driving Stiles’ Jeep once they’d gotten Jackson
into it and followed Stiles to the woods where they left him. They’d thankfully
made it back to Stiles’ house just before Stiles’ dad did - giving them enough
time to rush upstairs and pretend they were asleep.
The whole next day they spent taking shifts watching the van where Jackson was,
Allison not really able to help out until after school. Then of course it
turned out that the messages that Stiles had been sending to Jackson’s parents
weren’t exactly all that convincing and they had to rush to move him somewhere
else.
Once he’d been moved they discussed what to do with him, settling on just
keeping him there for now until they could convince him that they were just
trying to keep him from hurting anyone. Scott offered to stay to watch him with
Allison so Stiles could take a break, having been the one to stay with Jackson
most of the day.
Stiles really wasn’t having any fun babysitting Jackson, especially since he
really didn’t seem to get that at night he kept turning into a homicidal
maniac. He figured Jackson would at least get it eventually but he was wrong.
He also didn’t appreciate having to be the one to have to put some pants on
Jackson since he had to have his junk all up in his face. There was only one
person’s junk he cared about lately and they were currently at a point in their
relationship where he couldn’t even do anything with it.
He thought that he had been doing such a good job on updating Jackson’s parents
as he pretended to be them, until he discovered that it just sent them right to
his dad. Of course, the time he tries to help save people, it turns into a
blown out of proportion kidnapping.
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Lydia had spent her day wondering where the hell everyone was, ending up going
home about half-way through the day with the excuse that she had a headache.
Allison told her via text not to worry, that they’d still have that
conversation soon, but that was of little comfort to her. She sighed as she
went over her work that she’d picked up from her teachers before leaving, lying
on her stomach in bed as she swung her legs behind her back and forth.
Allison had thankfully told Stiles that Lydia was home and he headed over there
so that he could finally try to make it up to her from when he had to ditch her
for hours. He didn’t text her until he pulled up in her driveway, letting her
know that he was there so they could talk about what had been going on with
her.
 
Lydia glanced up from her homework, her phone going off on her nightstand,
vibrating against the hardwood. She picked it up and looked at the message,
rolling her eyes. She still wasn’t quite ready to forgive him for that, and she
didn’t want to talk to him either - but she still wanted answers, and she felt
maybe she could get them from Stiles since Allison still wasn’t planning on
telling her yet.
‘You had best have a good explanation on why you ditched me.’ She texted to
him, getting up from her bed and gathering up her homework, setting it on her
desk. She sighed as she looked in the mirror, quickly running her brush through
her hair before she opened her door. She didn’t go down to greet him, waiting
instead in her room as she sat back down on her bed. Her mom was home
downstairs and would likely answer the door.
Stiles tried to think of what he could tell her and sighed a little as he got
out of the car. He pocketed his phone and knocked on the door before he was
greeted by her mom again.
She let him go upstairs since it was the second time he’d been there and he
found her room from his memory before knocking on the door. “Lydia, it’s me.”
He said softly, going through a quick run through of what he could and couldn’t
tell her. Surprise, surprise the ‘cannot tell’ list was just about everything.
“Come in,” she said, setting her phone down on the nightstand. She’d sent
Jackson another text, asking him where he was, but she didn’t expect an answer.
“Have a seat,” she said, patting the spot on the bed next to her, crossing her
legs in front of her as she scooted so her back was resting against her pillows
and the headboard.
Stiles nodded and sat down on the bed, looking her over for a moment. “How are
you feeling?” He asked curiously. “Is your headache still bad?”
“I didn’t have a headache,” she said simply, shrugging. “I was just tired of
going from class to class, wondering what’s going on - seeing the empty desks
and not getting any answers from Allison.” she continued, picking at bits of
lint on her blankets.
“So what’s your excuse for not being in school?” she asked, looking up at him.
“I’ve been helping Scott clean his house up because of the break in.” He
replied. “I figured helping him get his house back in one piece was more
important than Harris’ class.”
Lydia nodded, not really wanting to believe him, but she didn’t know his tells
- didn’t know what signs he gave to show he was lying, she didn’t know him well
enough yet. “Speaking of which,” she said and looked up at him expectantly,
still picking at the lint until she forced her fingers to stop. “What happened
last night?” she asked. “Where did Jackson go? Why - Why was Derek there and
what was wrong with Erica?” she bit her lip to stop herself, knowing if she
asked too much at once Stiles probably wouldn’t be able to answer everything.
If, of course, he answered any of her questions at all.
Stiles raised his eyebrows a little at all of her questions, cocking his head.
“Okay, one by one. I don’t know where Jackson is, he’s probably sick and stayed
home or at a friend’s. I don’t think too much about what he does. As for Derek,
he’s just kind of crazy like that. We were supposed to talk, since we’re
friends, but we were fighting and Scott wanted him to cool off so he didn’t
want him to come into the house and fight in front of everyone. With Erica,
what can I say? She tried to fight with Allison and our little Alli knocked her
out cold.” He said with a shrug, liking all of those answers.
Lydia bit at her lip, a cold anxiousness gripping at her stomach. “I feel like
you’re lying to me. Like everyone is lying to me.” she said quietly, though
wish restrained passionate anger. “I saw what it looked like downstairs,
Stiles. I know Allison said it’s complicated and I get that it is, I really
do.” she continued, pressing her lips tightly together and wrapping her arms
around her legs as she brought them to her chest, resting her head on her knees
for a second.
“I feel like I’m going crazy, because if you’re not lying then none of this
still makes any sense. This whole thing started going downhill that night at
the school, and with everything that’s been going on since - that weird way
that all of you look at me as if you’re scared that I’m going to lose it at any
second, it’s not helping.” She said, lifting her head to look at him.
“Lydia, you’re not crazy. You got attacked by a lunatic on the lacrosse field
and that’s not something that wouldn’t leave lasting effects.” Of course, the
effects of that were completely different than what he thought they would be.
“If we lie to you, it’s not because we don’t trust you, it’s because we want
you to get back to the way things were. You just need to trust me on this. It’s
a shot at getting back to normal. We don’t want to stress you out even more
with a ton of drama when you’ve already been through a lot. Honestly, I’m
pretty sure you don’t want to know what’s going on. It’s relationship drama
after relationship drama, Allison dealing with crazy relationships, and then
the whole break in fiasco. That’s why we tried to keep you safe last night. We
didn’t want you getting hurt and making everything worse on you.” Technically
that was the basic truth.
“Not knowing what’s going on is stressing me out, don’t you get that?” Lydia
said, looking at him with pleading eyes. “You don’t know what it’s like to look
at people you’ve called friends - sometimes even more than just friends - and
feel like you have no idea who they are anymore. To feel like... like
everything that you thought was true isn’t and every time you think you’ve
figured something out, something else happens and it starts all over again.”
She said in a rush, shaking her head as she looked down at her knees.
“How can I trust anything of what any of you say, when none of you will trust
me enough to tell me what’s really going on?” she asked, staring over into
Stiles’ eyes, feeling her own tear up.
Stiles felt really guilty about having to lie about everything to her and for
having to avoid her. “We really have been really shitty, I get that, and I’m
sorry. I can’t tell you everything today, but one of these days I’ll be able
to. I’m really sorry about it and I know it’s really hard to see all of this
going on and not being able to help as much as you want, believe me.”
He leaned forwards and hugged the strawberry blonde girl, rubbing her back as
he tried to help her feel better. He had spent so much time thinking about what
it would be like to hold her, and now that he had gotten it, he realized it
wasn’t what he wanted romantically. He thought about Derek carrying him last
night and he knew that he had never felt more safe in his life. “Look, I know
you have no reason to believe me right now, but I promise you that everything
will be okay.”
Lydia reluctantly let Stiles pull her into a hug, wiping at her eyes with the
tips of her fingers. As much as she wanted to throttle him right now, she knew
she was being at least a little silly. That didn’t mean, however, that she
would forgive him so easily. “Just... at least try hiding it better? If you
really want things to get back to normal for me, then if something is going on
- don’t drag me into it.” she said, pulling away from him. “You’re a good guy,
Stiles,” she began. “Don’t make me wait longer than you have to, to tell me
what’s going on, okay?”
Stiles smiled at that before he decided that he may as well tell her something
to help her feel a bit better. “So uh, can I ask you something? You’re better
at the whole relationship thing than me so uh, I figured you’d know better.” He
started, before trying to think of how to talk about it. “So, what do you do
when you like someone, but at first they say they want to do more with you, but
not have a relationship? But then it doesn’t end there and you get to the point
where you get really comfortable with them and always want to be with them, but
they distance themselves from you? And then, uh...” He swallowed hard, feeling
his voice waver a little. “And then, uh, they accidentally do something really
stupid, and when you leave, they come to see you and tell you that they only
distanced themselves because they care too much? But then, neither of you can
really talk to each other afterwards because it’s really awkward, but you can’t
stop thinking about them?” He asked, knowing it sounded like a ton of nonsense.
“What do you do?”
Lydia pursed her lips as she listened to Stiles, surprised that he was asking
her for relationship advice only because she hadn’t known that he was seeing
anyone. “Well,” she said slowly, tilting her head a little to the side as she
thought of what she would do. “I wouldn’t get myself into that situation.” she
said, nudging him. “That being said... I don’t think there’s any such thing as
caring too much. It sounds to me like they’re keeping something from you - like
there’s a reason behind them holding back from you. You can’t let the
awkwardness of whatever falling out you had stop you from figuring out why, if
you really like this person.”
“If they care about you as much as they told you, they’ll tell you, I promise,”
she said and gave him a small smile. “And if they don’t I guess I can find it
in my heart to loan you my shoulder.”
“Well, uh, the thing is, what if we can’t be together? There’s like a lot of
reasons of why we shouldn’t be together, but I can’t stop thinking about him,
and I really want to be with him. Like all the time. Do you think I should talk
to him?” He asked softly. “Or, what should I say when I do talk to him? I think
he’d probably get a little frustrated if I said I really liked him.”
Lydia did a double take whenever Stiles said ‘him’, not even really sure that
she’d heard it properly until he said it again. “Oh, honey,” she said
sympathetically, taking his hand in hers. “I can’t tell you what to say, but I
would definitely talk to him. Just think about how you’re feeling, about what
happened and what he’s said and I’m sure you’ll figure out what to say.” she
said and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. She wanted to ask him who it was, the
only gay guy she knew was Danny, but she knew that Danny wasn’t who he was
dating. She didn’t even know if she’d know who he was dating if he told her.
Then it clicked in her head with what he’d said earlier about Derek, about how
they were fighting and she didn’t ask but she would almost bet on that’s who he
was talking about. “Would it be selfish of me to ask you to let me know how it
goes?”
Stiles felt a lot better about that and slowly smiled wider at her words.
“Thank you so much, Lydia. You really helped out a lot so I’ll tell you how it
all went as soon as it happens. I’ll keep to that this time. I at least owe you
that, right?” He asked, going to at least tell her as much as he could about
talking to Derek when he finally got the courage to.
“If you don’t, you’ll be sure to avoid me for the rest of your very short life
Stilinski,” she said with a sweet smile as she tilted her head at him. She
pressed a kiss to his cheek and got up from her bed. “Come on, go, I still have
homework to do and you’ve got some words to come up with for your boy toy.” she
said, opening her door and resting her side against it as she waited for Stiles
to get up and leave.
“Oh he totally is a boy toy.” He said with a laugh as he got to his feet.
“Maybe I’ll keep visiting so we can talk about how dumb boys are or something.”
He joked, trying to help her feel a little better as he stepped out of her room
and looked back at her.
Lydia laughed, shrugging. “Drive safe, Stiles,” she said, wiggling her fingers
at him before shutting the door behind him. No, she hadn’t gotten any answers
from him, but she did feel better about the whole thing despite that.
Stiles headed out to his car and got into it before he pulled out his phone. He
summoned up all of the courage he had and texted Derek. ‘Hey, can we talk? In
person?’
Derek had spent most of his day having Isaac, Erica and Boyd train. They were
getting closer when it came to fighting, but their shifting was still nowhere
near where he wanted it to be and he was worried that he might have to break
out the old family chest he’d brought from the old house. He didn’t want to use
it, he knew how painful it was, but he wasn’t entirely sure that they had the
option not to use it.
He finally had given in and went upstairs to his room so he could sifting
through the chest filled with mildly rusted chains and collars that looked like
some sort of fucked up ancient torture device. It really was, when it came down
to it, but he’d clean it up if they had to use it at all. He heard his phone
going off on the bed where Isaac had been watching him.
“Can you check that?” he asked without thinking, trying to untangle two of the
devices. Isaac nodded and looked at the message.
“It’s from Stiles, he wants to talk to you.” Isaac said, holding out the phone
to Derek even as Derek was dropping what was in his hands to take his phone
from Isaac. He read over the message and it was exactly as Isaac has just told
him. He was instantly in panic mode because he didn’t know if he should go or
not. On the one hand he really wanted to see Stiles, and on the other was
everything that had happened since their fight hadn’t ever really ended.
“Are you gonna go?” Isaac asked, resting his forearms on his knees as he looked
up at Derek. Derek stared at the message for a minute before tossing his phone
back on the bed.
“No.” Derek said. He went back to what he was doing a little more angrily. What
the hell did Stiles want to talk about anyway? What more could he do to screw
this up aside from meeting Stiles right now? Isaac furtively glanced over at
Derek and sent Stiles a message back himself, knowing Derek wouldn’t like it -
but he and the others had gotten really sick of dealing with a heartbroken
Derek.
‘Come over.’ he sent back, putting the phone back where it was and going over
to try and help Derek with the... he didn’t even want to know what they were
called.
Stiles slowly smiled when he read the message, taking a slow breath before he
began driving to the warehouse. He gave himself a pep talk the entire way,
telling himself that it was so much better to talk to him and get everything
out there in the open instead of just letting themselves keep being this way.
Even if Derek decided that he didn’t want to go back to the way they were
afterwards, at least Derek would know.
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When he finally got to the building, he parked and gave himself one final boost
of confidence before he turned the car off and got out so he could go upstairs.
He had Derek’s coat in his arms, having hidden it in his car for the past few
days with the intentions of returning it. When he knocked on the door, he
shifted on his feet before it opened and Erica answered. “Stiles.” She greeted,
looking him over.
“I’m here to talk to Derek. He told me to come over.” He stated. Erica nodded a
little at that, looking him over before motioning him to follow so that she
could lead him to Derek.
Isaac had helped Derek with the restraints, sorting them back a little more
organized in the chest. He didn’t mention a word about Stiles until Derek heard
a car pulling up outside. He frowned, getting up to see who it was, but Isaac
blocked his path.
“There’s something I should probably mention,” Isaac started and Derek frowned
at him. He heard Erica open the door and he glared at Isaac whenever he heard
Erica speak Stiles’ name. “Yeah... I sent him a reply.” Isaac explained.
“You had no right,” Derek told him angrily, looking up at Erica as she walked
in with Stiles following close behind. Stiles lightly chewed at his lip when he
saw Derek, swallowing hard and feeling really nervous again. It was hard to be
really close to him again and not get to hug him or kiss him.
Derek looked back at Isaac, focusing his glare. “We’re not done.” he spat out,
brushing past him.
“Let’s get this over with. Clearly I don’t have any say in the matter,” he
grumbled, stepping between Stiles and Erica and leading the way back
downstairs, expecting Stiles to follow.
Stiles shifted a little when he saw Derek glare at Isaac and sighed a little as
he crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, okay.” He said softly, following a few
steps behind Derek the entire way. “Listen, I’m sorry.” He murmured, looking
down at the ground for a moment. “For stealing your car, and for shutting you
out.”
“Not here,” Derek said, flicking his gaze back over his shoulder. “Not if you
want privacy for this.” he added, stopping at the foot of the stairs. “Then
again privacy seems to be a foreign concept to some people when it’s not their
lives, so why not here?” he asked sarcastically, gesturing helplessly at the
room.
“Well, when you’ve got keen as Hell werewolf hearing, not much is gonna stop
them from hearing it, right?” Stiles asked, shrugging a little. “Unless you
want to go outside in your car or something? It’s up to you really.”
“Just... anywhere, but here right now.” Derek replied, reaching up to rub at
the back of his neck.
“Let’s go out to your car then. Maybe we can drive somewhere private, just in
case?” Derek nodded, he picked up his jacket from over by Stiles’ drum kit,
slipping his arms through the sleeves and taking his keys from the pocket even
as he pulled out a cigarette to place between his lips. “Come on,” he said,
lighting the cigarette as he walked to the door, pulling it open and starting
down the stairs already. He didn’t bother to ask Stiles for his leather jacket
back, which he saw that Stiles had been holding. He knew it would smell like
Stiles and until he knew how this was going to end he didn’t want it yet.
He didn’t wait to see how close Stiles was following behind him, unlocking the
doors and climbing into the driver’s seat. Starting the engine before he
cracked the window.
Stiles watched Derek before he followed him outside. “Thanks for talking to me,
and for last night. I could have gotten really hurt, but you saved me and I
don’t know how I can repay you for that, so I just want you to know that I’m
really thankful for it.” He murmured as he stared at his back. He still held
onto Derek’s coat even after he got into the car, buckling up before he glanced
back over at Derek. “I should have brought this back sooner, but so much kept
happening and I...Honestly I wanted to keep a hold on it.” He admitted but
wasn’t going to tell him he had slept with it the first few nights.
“Its fine,” Derek said, shifting into reverse as soon as Stiles was buckled in.
He didn’t bother wearing his own. He pulled the car around, driving away from
the warehouse. He didn’t give himself any specific destination, not really
caring where they went so long as they weren’t in earshot of the rest of his
pack. They’d been not so subtle in their hint dropping since they’d somehow
heard about Derek saving him at the club and Isaac... well, Derek needed the
space, even if part of it was occupied by the source of his torment.
He held his cigarette up to the crack of the window, the wind rushing past
pulling the ashes off until he brought the cigarette back to his lips. “Say
what you came here to say.”
“I came here to say that I’m sorry. That I don’t want to be like this with you
anymore.” Stiles replied as he looked out the window. “I’m tired of being angry
at you, especially for something that wasn’t your fault. I’m tired of
constantly thinking about you and not being able to see you. I actually miss
just about everything about you, and I’m sorry for locking you out of my room
and not talking to you. I was jealous and I was stupid, and I let my anger get
the best of me. I want to put this whole stupid thing behind us and go back to
the way we were.” He just began saying everything that was on his mind before
he had to pause for a moment. “I mean, unless you don’t want to, but I’m hoping
that we can at least be friends again. I...I don’t want to lose you.”
Derek drove silently as he listened to Stiles talk, wishing that he didn’t want
to just stop the car and wrap Stiles in his arms. He was so happy that Stiles
wanted to go back to how they were, but he was still hurt, still vulnerable.
“It’s too much, Stiles.” he muttered loud enough over the wind coming in
through his window that Stiles could hear him. The hand that held his cigarette
was shaking so he brought it to the steering wheel, covering the evidence aside
from how tight he was gripping at it.
“I.. We care about each other. That puts you in even more danger than before.
If anyone found out, if the Argents found out, they’d use you against me.
They’ve used people I care about against me before and after Kate I -” he cut
off, not having meant for that to come out at all. “Shit,” he said under his
breath, placing his cigarette between his lips. “There’s a reason I didn’t want
to get close to you, you get that, right?” he asked softly, keeping his eyes
locked on the road.
Stiles had to pause at that, staring at Derek when he mentioned Kate’s name.
“Wait a minute, you were a thing with Kate?” He asked with wide eyes, slowly
processing all of that information. “I need you to pull over the car, like
right now.” He said softly, needing to get something out of the way first
before he could even say anything about everything else that Derek had said.
“Just, pull over for just a minute for me.”
Derek grit his teeth together, not saying a word as he looked for a spot to
pull over. Somehow having driven them to a residential area, he pulled over in
front of one of the houses that was dark, the inhabitants likely asleep. He
shifted the Camaro into park, leaning more against the door of his car,
slipping his eyes closed as he rested his head against his hand.
Stiles got out of his seat belt and moved to face Derek better before he
quickly pulled Derek into a tight embrace. He ran his fingers through his hair,
resting his head against Derek’s as he closed his eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry,
Derek.” He said softly, trying his best to help him feel better. He gently
rubbed Derek’s back with his other hand to comfort him.
“Listen, Derek. My best friend is a werewolf, I’m pretty sure that even if we
weren’t doing this, I’d still keep getting into trouble. There’s no possible
way for me to get out of this lifestyle, so I may as well just go all the way
with it, right? I won’t give up on this. I can’t. They won’t be able to do
anything to me, because nothing they can do will change this. Don’t push me
away, Derek. Let me care about you.”
Derek flicked his cigarette out the window, ignoring the way that all of his
thoughts were telling him how bad of an idea this was. He wrapped his arms
around Stiles, burying his face into Stiles’ neck. Being so close to his scent
hit him harder than thinking about Kate did and he breathed heavily as he
listened to Stiles speak.
“I just... I can’t promise that I won’t let you down. I might end up thinking
it’s too much again and I can’t go through that. I can’t go through knowing
this puts you in so much more danger, I can’t trust that they won’t use you to
get to me.” he murmured, gently pulling away from Stiles, enough to look at his
face. “I lost you once because of my own stupidity, if I lost you again - or
you died, I...” His voice petered out, gritting his teeth together.
“I won’t let them.” Stiles told him quickly, kissing his head softly. “I’m in
too deep, Derek. There’s no turning back for me. I don’t know what’s going to
happen tomorrow or in the future, but all I know is that I want you. You won’t
lose me. I’ll be careful and I won’t let them find out about us. And if they do
try to use me, I won’t give them anything they want. I’m not going to let them
hurt you by using me, okay? You can’t just...make me give up on you, because I
won’t.”
“I just hope you know what you’re getting yourself into with me,” Derek said,
his voice sounding strained. “I swear to God, if anything happened to you I
don’t know if anyone could stop me from killing every single person involved.”
He said, swallowing with a little difficulty. “None of this has been easy, but
things are going to be even more complicated now.”
“That’s fine with me, I like complicated.” He told him softly, pulling away
just enough so that he could rest their foreheads together. He smiled at Derek,
cupping his face in his hands. “I’m going to be here with you, no matter what,
okay?”
“Promise?” Derek asked, smirking just a little. After this was over he was
going to have to thank the hell out of Isaac, and probably apologize too.
Stiles grinned when Derek smirked and nodded. “Yeah, you’re never getting rid
of me. I’m going to bug you for the rest of your life.”
“Good,” he said through a smile, tilting his face up and kissing Stiles. Derek
tried to push the little voice in the back of his head away, repeating that
this was a bad idea. He had Stiles back and that was all he cared about. He
felt immensely better, slowly relaxing his shoulders. He couldn’t think of
anywhere else he’d rather be.
***** Buste (Domestic) *****
Stiles kissed him back, moving his arms around his neck as he slowly deepened
the kiss. He couldn’t stop grinning against his mouth, just so happy that this
had gone so well. He was going to have to thank Lydia so hard for giving him
the courage to talk to Derek.
Derek pressed his lips against Stiles’ mouth with enthusiasm, slipping his
hands under the back of Stiles shirt. His eyes were closed so he didn’t notice
the movement in the house they were parked in front of. His hands were too
busy, working his tongue into Stiles’ mouth. He couldn’t ignore the light
switching on suddenly, making him squint his eyes tighter even though they were
already closed at the change in brightness.
“Who’s out there?” a voice called out and Derek swore after he’d broken the
kiss. He scrambled around the car, realizing he’d left it running already so
all he had to do was shift out of park. He did and pressed his foot on the gas,
peeling away from the person’s house.
Stiles couldn’t stop from letting out a low groan when Derek pulled away,
looking a little disappointed. When he realized why, he started to laugh his
ass off. He fell over so he was halfway on Derek’s lap, cackling and laughing
so hard that he would wheeze every now and again. “O-Oh my God!” He screeched,
gripping Derek’s jeans.
Derek was laughing too, just imagining the look on that person’s face. “That
was... wow,” he said between laughs, “Maybe we should find somewhere to go.” he
said finally, his laughter dying down, but a smile was still plastered on his
face. He rubbed his free hand along Stiles’ back, hoping he wasn’t going to die
from laughing so hard.
Stiles grinned at the sound of Derek’s laughter, snickering to himself and
snorting a little as he tried to catch his breath before going into another fit
of laughter. “P-Preferably where there aren’t any people. I mean, what if we
were naked?” He soon cackled again and buried his face in Derek’s lap.
Derek laughed, “I don’t even want to imagine how much worse that would be.” he
said, shaking his head. “Just try and get your seatbelt on soon, okay?” he
asked, stopping at a light. It turned green and he drove through, only to end
up coming up next to a stop sign where he saw an all too familiar police
cruiser. “Shit, Stiles, get up,” he said, “Or stay down, I don’t know just -
fuck!” he swore.
Out of reflex, Stiles sat up to see what was going on before his eyes widened
and his jaw dropped the moment he saw his dad. “Oh, my God, what do we do?”
“I don’t know! Pull over? Try and keep going and pretend we didn’t see him?” He
asked, his brain floundering. Then the cruiser’s lights flickered to life and
chirped at them - somehow conveying anger with their shrill noise. “Or, you
know, he’s seen us already.” He muttered, shifting the Camaro into park as
Stiles’ dad brought his cruiser to park in front of them.
Stiles let out a scream and began laughing again. “Oh my God! What do we do?!
If we pull over, he’ll kill us, if we run, he’ll kill us!” He started cackling
again, not only was he completely amused by Derek’s freaking out, he was afraid
for his life.
“How are you laughing right now?” Derek asked, looking over at Stiles in
confusion. John got out of his cruiser and had pulled out a flashlight, walking
his way over to Derek’s car. “This is so beyond not funny right now.” he said,
shifting around in his seat.
John tapped on the window with the end of his flashlight and Derek grit his
teeth together, pressing the button to roll the window down. “Sheriff,” he said
in greeting.
“Hale and... Stiles?” His dad said after he’d leaned in to look at who was
occupying the passenger seat.
Stiles bit his lip to hold in his laughter, smiling nervously at his father.
“Hey, Dad. What’s up? Nice night for a drive, isn’t it?”
John took two glances between Derek and Stiles and then sighed, leaning his
head back. “Why me...” he breathed, quietly enough for only Derek could hear.
“Stiles, out of the car, now.” he said, looking back down and pointed at Derek.
“You stay exactly where you are.”
“Yes, sir,” Derek said quietly, weakly glaring over at Stiles.
Stiles groaned a little and climbed out of the car before he went around to
stand beside his dad. “What’s up, Dad?” He asked, pretending everything was
normal.
“What’s up? What’s up - are you kidding me?” His dad said angrily, grabbing
Stiles by the back of his shirt and leading him away where he thought Derek
couldn’t hear as well. “I get a call saying that two guys are sitting in front
of someone’s house, making out. I start heading that way so I can tell them to
leave and I see the car I’m looking for is being driven by the ex-assumed
murderer Derek Hale. And then your head lifts up from his lap? I don’t know,
Stiles, why don’t you tell me what the hell is up?”
Stiles couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Oh my God, they called the cops? Rude!
But, uh, the whole lap thing is all a big misunderstanding, Dad. I promise. My
mouth was nowhere near his ding dong if that’s what you’re worried about. Well,
I mean it was near it, but not in a sexual way.”
“Stiles, you were face down in his lap, I don’t see how I’m misreading anything
here!” John said loudly, lowering his voice and positioning himself so that
Derek couldn’t see Stiles past him. “You just came out to me last night, I got
a missing prison transport, people are being murdered left and right with no
valuable leads, and now this! I don’t have time for you to be running around
with someone I once arrested! Is this - Is this because of your mother? Are you
acting out or something, am I not doing a good enough job here?”
Stiles’ smile faded when at the mention of his mother and swallowed hard as he
felt his heart hurt. “No...That’s not what this is at all, Dad. I’m not with
Derek because of a little teenage rebellion. I’m with Derek because he’s
actually a really, really good guy. The arrest was all a misunderstanding, he
didn’t kill anyone remember?” He pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I wasn’t giving him a blowjob, Dad. I wasn’t face down on his lap in a sexual
way. We were laughing because we were talking in the driveway and we started
kissing when the person came out. And so that’s why I was on his lap. I mean,
you could even go check, I don’t think his dick is out of his pants, but you
never know.”
“No that’s not, no,” John said, holding his hands up defensively before putting
them together and sighing. “I just want to know what’s going on with you. I
want to know that I don’t have to be worried about you because that’s all I’ve
been doing lately, kid. I’m honestly about to just handcuff your boyfriend over
there just to have some reason to get you to talk to me about what’s been going
on with you lately.”
Stiles got a wide and dopey looking smile on his face when he said the word
‘boyfriend’, really liking the ring of that. “Okay, so I’ve been hanging out
with Derek a lot, and he’s the reason I realized that I’m bisexual. We got
really close, and then we had a fight, because y’know, couples fight, and we
just made up. So if I’ve seemed off lately, it’s because I was feeling down
from the fight. I promise I’m okay, Dad. Especially now. Well, not at the
moment because my dad thinks I was just blowing my boyfriend in the street, but
you get it. I promise I will not blow him while driving. Not right now
anyways.”
“Okay, I’m definitely arresting him,” John stated, turning and walking over to
Derek’s Camaro. “Out, now, come on,” he said, gesturing for Derek to get out of
the car. Derek did his best to look confused - considering he shouldn’t have
been able to be listening to all of that - slowly getting out.
“No, no! Dad!” He exclaimed, going after him. This was going so bad, so fast.
“I was kidding! Please do not arrest, Derek! I mean, my grades are still all
awesome so it’s not like I’m letting them slip because of a guy! That should
say enough! Hell, the guy’s even helped me with homework!”
“Just - what the hell am I supposed to do here, Stiles? Please, explain to me
how I should handle this when a week ago I was still convinced that you were
head over heels for Lydia!” He said, and raised a hand to stop whatever
response Stiles had, pinching his finger between his eyebrows. “Y’know, what,
don’t answer that. I’m taking you home, Derek you... go wherever you’re living
now.”
Derek glanced between them, swallowing carefully, “Stiles’ Jeep is at my
place.” He said, and John closed his eyes as he sighed.
“Honestly, I haven’t been as in love with Lydia since I got into Derek.” Stiles
replied, almost saying that the idea of him loving Lydia went out the window
the moment he and Derek slept together. He groaned, moving his arms around
Derek’s waist instead. “Come on, Dad! I promise I’ll be home before my curfew!
He’s helping me study! We went out to go talk, and to get some food, and we’re
going to go back because he promised he’d help study for my English test.” Or
at least he would be studying English when Derek was making it very hard for
him to speak right.
John looked between the two of them, pulling his hands down his face and
looking down at the ground for a minute before looking up. “Home and in bed by
midnight, and I want both of you in your own seats wearing seatbelts,
understand?” he asked, looking pointedly at Derek first. He’d given Stiles a
couple hours past his usual curfew, just because Stiles had honestly never
looked more happy - and because he couldn’t argue with Stiles’ logic.
“Yes, Mr. Stilinski,” he said, tentatively wrapping his arm around Stiles’
shoulder. John nodded slowly, checking his watch.
“Good,” he said and looked over to Stiles. “Stay safe.” he said, wincing at how
that sounded. “You know what I mean.” he said and started walking back over to
his cruiser.
Stiles cackled at his father’s words, grinning as he leaned against Derek.
“Thanks, Dad! And don’t worry, we’ll be safe in every meaning that word can
have.” He called after him before he looked up at Derek. “Well, he didn’t shoot
you or arrest you, so I’m taking that as a very good sign.” He said softly,
moving his arms around his neck. “Maybe we can study anatomy later.” He
whispered to him. “Also, should we buy dinner for the pack or no? Because I’m
hungry and I can’t exactly eat you. I mean, I could, but that would be
illegal.”
The second John had left, Derek wrapped both his arms around Stiles, sighing.
He’d never honestly been afraid of John, but in that moment he had been. “I
don’t think I can eat after that, but it would be a nice gesture. I’ve been an
ass lately.” he said and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ neck. “What would you want
to eat?”
Stiles closed his eyes and tilted his head a little to give him easier access
to his neck, shrugging a little. “Maybe some pizza? Although, isn’t that
basically all you eat?”
Derek huffed a laugh against Stiles’ neck, tilting his head back. “It’s cheap,
and I don’t have to make it. I don’t mind getting some if that’s what you
want.” he said and stood up a little more as he rested his back against his
car. “We should get out of the street though, before someone else calls your
dad on us.”
“Do you even know how to cook?” Stiles asked curiously, pulling away just a bit
to look at him better. “Hey, it could have been worse. My dad could have pulled
us over with your dick actually in my mouth. There goes that idea off of my
list of things to do with you. But, yeah, we probably should get out of the
street.”
Derek rolled his eyes, pressing a brief kiss to Stiles’ lips before lowering
his arms and reaching to get into his car. “I can cook, I just choose not to.”
he said and motioned for Stiles to get in too. He sat down, pulling his
seatbelt across his chest and clicking it into place.
Stiles grinned and shook his head as he went to the passenger’s side before
getting in and resting his head on his shoulder once his seat belt was on.
“Maybe we can get Chinese food. I can ask what your pack wants.”
“They’ll eat whatever we bring back, seriously. But you can ask if you want,”
he said and shifted his car out of park, checking the cross road before
continuing forward. It took a minute for him to get his bearings of where they
were, but when he did he made his way towards the main area of town where all
the food places were.
“They’re like a ravenous pack of wolves?” Stiles joked, pulling out his phone
so that he could text Isaac. ‘Hey, what kind of Chinese food do you guys want?’
He glanced up at Derek again before slowly grinning. “My dad called you my
boyfriend.”
Derek smirked, glancing over at Stiles. “What else would he call me?” Derek
asked, turning the radio on low as he drove.
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Isaac got the message and grinned, looking around for Erica. “Erica, I think it
worked out well!” He said, getting to his feet so he could bring his phone to
her and show her the message.
 
Erica looked at the phone before she grinned at him. “It’s about time! I wasn’t
sure how many more hints we’d have to drop for them so they’d finally get it.”
“I’m just hoping this means Derek isn’t mad at me now,” Isaac said with a
laugh, texting Stiles back with a list of what they normally ordered from the
local Chinese place.
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Stiles felt the stupid butterflies again when Derek smirked. “Okay, so uh, when
we park, I want you to say ‘I’m your boyfriend’ with that damn smirk. Because
I’m not going to risk you crashing the car. Or getting pulled over again.”
Derek laughed, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous,” He replied.
“And that’s why you like me.” Stiles snickered as he sat back. “I hope you know
we have a lot of touching to catch up on.” He stated, looking at the text from
Isaac.
“That’s not the only reason,” Derek added, hanging a left down the road the
Chinese place was on. “And yeah, I know.” He said, reaching across the console
to take Stiles’ hand in his.
“Awww, it isn’t? What else do you like about me?” Stiles asked curiously,
taking his hand before he kissed his knuckles. “Also, is it bad if I have
considered possibly getting stoned with you at some point...?”
“It’s a pretty long list,” Derek said and one-hand turned the wheel as he
slowed down so he could pull into a space out front of the Chinese place. They
didn’t have a parking lot, just the street out front. “And no, I don’t think
it’s bad.”
“So you must, really, really, like me. Maybe we can say it little by little.”
Stiles slowly grinned before he turned to face him. “Alright, big boy, say the
words.”
Derek sighed, having hoped Stiles would forget. “I’m your boyfriend,” he sighed
out, actually saying the words sending a happy rush through him. “Now let’s get
the food.” he said, tousling his hand over Stiles’ head.
Stiles grinned at him, cupping Derek’s face before he quickly crashed their
mouths together. Derek huffed a laugh against Stiles’ mouth, giving Stiles a
quick kiss. “If you keep this up we’re never going to get anything done,” he
said, pressing his mouth against Stiles’ again, grazing his teeth against
Stiles’ lower lip.
“I’m pretty okay with that.” Stiles mumbled after pulling away just a little,
grinning up at him before he winked. “I’m a great distraction.”
Derek laughed, “Let’s just get the food and head back. I’ll figure something
out for getting us some alone time before you have to go home.” He said,
bumping his nose against Stiles’. “I promise.”
“Maybe you could come home with me for a bit too.” Stiles grinned at him. “Oh
my god, I think it’s the cutest when you do that. You’re ridiculously adorable,
okay Sour Wolf?”
Derek laughed, “When I bump our noses or when I promise you stuff?” he asked,
not entirely sure when Stiles had meant.
“When you bump our noses. It’s sexy when you promise me things.” He replied
before scrunching his nose up. “Wait a minute, does this mean I’m the Alpha’s
bitch now?”
Derek was smiling up until Stiles asked his question and he blinked, his smile
fading. “I don’t even know how to respond to that,” he said, exhaling a silent
laugh. “Look, you’re pack, if you want it.”
Stiles snickered, gently bumping their foreheads together again. “Well, damn, I
was gonna get ‘Alpha bitch’ on a T-shirt or something. I thought it was gonna
mean something super special when you mounted me, but uh, that’s fine too.
Also, give me your jacket. The one you’re wearing. Just for a moment.”
Derek said, “All right.” slowly as he sighed, pulling away from Stiles and
working his jacket off. It was a little more difficult considering they were
still in the car and he had all the bits of the car in his arms’ way. He got it
off though and held it out to Stiles. “Why d’you need my coat?”
“For science.” He replied, taking his seatbelt off before he pulled it on. He
adjusted it a little before he glanced up at Derek. “Do I smell like you now?”
Derek frowned, raising an eyebrow at Stiles. “Is this a trick question or do
you seriously want an answer to that?” he asked and shook his head before
taking a breath in through his nose. “Your scent’s still there, but yeah. You
smell like me.”
“Do you like it when I smell like you?” Stiles slowly grinned as he spoke,
passing Derek the jacket he had borrowed from him.
“I like it when you smell like both of us,” Derek replied and sat the jacket in
the backseat before opening his door. “Come on though, this place isn’t twenty-
four hour,” he said chiddingly, giving Stiles a wink as he got out of the car.
He jogged around to the other side, opening Stiles’ door for him.
Stiles laughed a little as he got out of the car, putting his hands in the
pockets before he kissed him quickly. “Then I can conclude that my hypothesis
is correct and I am probably considered an Alpha’s bitch.” He said softly,
winking at him before he headed inside.
Derek sighed, shaking his head as he followed Stiles inside. He placed the
order quickly, getting what Isaac and Erica wanted from Stiles in the process,
paying with a credit card and leading Stiles to a table by the front door while
they waited. “So, what are you going to do about Scott? Are you going to keep
helping him?” he asked, not wanting to, but needing the answer.
“Well yeah, I mean, I kind of can’t just abandon my best friend for life.”
Stiles pointed out, shrugging his shoulders. “I may not trust his judgment all
the time, but he’s basically my brother.”
Derek nodded, glancing up when there was a crash and a slur of Chinese being
shouted between the people in the kitchen. “You’re basically his pack,” Derek
said and leaned back against his seat. “And mine, which I don’t even know how
that works.”
“I’m bipackual.” Stiles replied, slowly grinning at him. “I don’t exactly play
by the rules apparently.”
Derek smirked, shaking his head. He changed the topic off of Scott, “So your
dad knows - I assume some of your friends do too?” he asked, raising his
eyebrows.
“Scott and Lydia only know I like guys. Other than that, just you, my dad, and
your pack know for sure that I’m into you.” He replied, taking Derek’s hands
before he began to play with them. “So, you’re still willing to tattoo me
right? And maybe finish that drawing?”
Derek nodded, letting Stiles mess with his hands. The shouting in the kitchen
had never really stopped and it was like background noise now, paired with the
sounds of sizzling meat and the smells of rice and teriyaki. “I may or may not
be happy with where the drawing is already... but yeah, if you figure out what
you want. I’ll still need to get inks and a gun, but I’ll be able to.”
“What if I passed out in the middle of the tattoo? Would you keep going?”
Stiles asked curiously before he grinned. “How much did you even get done of
it? I didn’t get to see it. Besides, you look really hot when you draw. Just
sayin’.”
“Probably not, unless that’s your plan. Pass out and wake up with it finished?”
Derek asked, chuckling. “I got the majority of it finished. Filling in from
memory, so it won’t be absolutely perfect. But I’m happy with where it is, so I
don’t know. You can look at it when we get back.”
“Did you memorize my face?” He raised his eyebrows, kissing Derek’s knuckles
lightly. “That’s kind of adorable because that means you can’t get me out of
your head. Good to know it’s not just happening to me.”
“Could you make me sound any less like a lovesick teenager?” He asked,
smirking. “I think our food’s done.” he said, glancing up as he saw their host
carrying out a bag. They were texting the whole way and only glanced up to make
sure they sat the bag on the table, before zombie-texting their way back to the
kitchen. Derek slid his hands from Stiles, checking the bag for all of their
stuff, turning the sweet and sour sauce off of its side so that it wouldn’t
accidentally spill open.
“Okay, we’re good,” he said, lifting the bag off the table and standing up.
“I like to think of it as puppy love.” He winked at him, watching their food
come out before he looked back at Derek. “God, I have not had Chinese food in
so long. I’m going to end up putting myself in a food coma, I know it.” He
snickered, getting to his feet. “Do you need any help carrying anything?”
“I think I got it, just get the trunk for me,” he said, pulling open the door
of the restaurant. Once outside he handed Stiles the keys.
Stiles nodded and opened the trunk before holding it up for him. “You know, it
was actually kind of awesome driving this. It was a rush, mostly because I
technically stole it, but still.”
Derek rolled his eyes, carefully sliding the bag of food into a little wire
case that was attached to the inside of the trunk. “I’m just glad I found it in
one piece. This was my sister’s graduation present.” He said, shutting the
trunk once he’d made sure that Stiles’ fingers were in no danger of being
closed in the trunk. “You can drive now if you want.” he said, leaning against
the trunk.
Stiles almost groaned, feeling even more badly about it. At the offer of
driving with permission though, he slowly smiled as he moved to stand between
Derek’s legs. “I can?” He asked as he looped his arms around his waist and
kissed his neck. “Are you sure?”
Derek nodded, cupping Stiles’ face in his hands. “I’m sure,” he said with a
grin. “I let Scott drive it, remember?”
Stiles cocked his head as he thought about that. “True, but it was more of a
you dying if you didn’t let him drive it situation.”
Derek shrugged, “Just means I trust you with driving it.” he said and pulled
Stiles into a quick and tight hug.
Stiles grinned and hugged him a bit tighter as he buried his face in his neck.
“You’re awesome. I promise I won’t crash or hit any pedestrians. It doesn't
matter how many points each person is worth.”
Derek snorted, leaning his face against Stiles’ shoulder. “Let’s go then,” he
said and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ shoulder, leaning back before ending the
hug. He walked around to the passenger side, climbing in and adjusting the seat
back so he’d have a little more room for his legs, shutting the door.
“Okay, I’m coming.” Stiles replied, slowly going around the car before he got
in. He made himself comfortable in the seat before he started the car after
putting his seatbelt on and slightly adjusting his rearview mirror. Once he
checked that no one was behind him, he pulled out into the road and started
heading back to the warehouse. He drove as carefully as he could while staying
the speed limit, not wanting to anger Derek in any way. “Hey, maybe we should
go to a closed course and see how fast we can get this.”
Derek shook his head, “Your dad would kill me.” he said, pulling his seatbelt
on, which he’d forgotten when they’d left.
“Aw, the Big Bad Wolf is afraid of my dad?” He snickered a little, glancing
over at him for a moment. “That’s adorable.”
“Your dad can be scary when he wants to be,” he said and looked over at Stiles.
“But not scared of him any more than the Argents scare me.” he said, resting
his head back on the headrest. “I seriously thought he was going to arrest me.”
“I thought he was gonna arrest you too. Thank God that I can think fast when I
really need to.” Stiles smiled wider, shaking his head. “That would have been a
total mood killer. First we get caught making out, then we get pulled over by
my dad thinking that I was giving you a blowjob. What’s next? Is your pack
going to walk in on us having sex?”
Derek laughed, “I sincerely hope not. Maybe I should buy some locks.” he said,
glancing over at Stiles. Sighing as his mention of buying things reminded him
of his lack of income. “I need to get a job, start getting paid. The warehouse
works, but I don’t have a lot of money left for other things.”
“Are you still thinking about tattooing again?” He asked curiously, stopping at
a light before he looked over at him. “Because that would be really badass. And
I’d probably blow you like once a day, just out of excitement of dating a
tattoo artist. It’s pretty awesome, because I mean you always hear people
bragging about girls dating guys in college, or guys with high school chicks,
but how often do you hear about people dating a tattooing werewolf?”
“I’m thinking about it still, yeah. With my schedule though - at this point I
think I’d have to have my own shop.” He said, and tapped his fingers on his
knee. “If I did that, I’d have to worry about hiring on other people, getting
the shop licensed... There’s just not a lot of ways I can do this without
spending every last bit of money I have.”
Stiles nodded at that, listening to everything that he had to say. “Is it
something that you really, really want to do?” He asked him softly, reaching
over to take his hand and intertwine their fingers together as he started
driving again. “If it is, then I think you should do it.”
“I just don’t want to end up doing it and have nothing to show for it.” He said
and gave Stiles’ hand a gentle squeeze. “I’d need to make flyers, advertise
somehow. Maybe line some customers up before the shop opens or do some sort of
deal to get people in the door quick.”
“You’re hot, so that’ll draw some people in.” He joked a little before smiling
wider. “Listen, Derek, I’ll help you out when you start figuring out what to
do. I’ll help you in any way that I can and I’ll get the pack to help too. I’m
sure everyone at school will listen to what Erica says.”
Derek laughed, nodding. “I’ll figure it out soon, maybe if you get your tattoo
idea ready you can be part of the advertising,” he joked, bringing Stiles’ hand
to his lips and kissing the back of it.
“I already have a bit of an idea, but I’m not sure how much you’d be for doing
it and there are still a few things I need to add to it.” He replied, grinning
a little at that. “We’ll see how it goes.”
“Sounds good,” Derek said, leaning his seat back a little and quietly listening
to the radio the rest of the way back to the warehouse. When they got back he
had Stiles pop the trunk and retrieved the food, hesitating walking up. “So,
did you actually have homework to do or was that just what you told your dad?”
he asked, glancing over at Stiles’ Jeep.
“I do most of my homework in school now since I don’t have time at night.” He
replied, snickering a little. “I figured it was easier to use that as an excuse
rather than tell my dad to stop cock blocking me.”
Derek laughed, shaking his head. “It worked, at least,” he said, motioning for
Stiles to follow him as he carried the food up the stairs to the door, which
was half-open. He pushed it open the rest of the way and when he noticed that
Erica and Isaac weren’t downstairs he turned his head toward the bedroom.
“Isaac, Erica, get down here!” he called up, bringing the food over to the
table.
Isaac bounded down the stairs, barely restraining a smile when he saw that
Stiles was still with Derek. “You two make up?” He asked, bouncing on his heels
a little.
“Isaac, seriously,” Derek said and Isaac withered a little, grinning impishly.
“Sorry, Derek,” he said, but he still looked at Stiles, waiting for an answer.
Erica was close behind Isaac, not even trying to hide her grin. “You can’t hold
out on us, Derek. We’re deeply invested in this whole ordeal.” She stated.
Stiles looked between the betas and Derek before he slowly looked at Derek as
he tried to think about it. He couldn't help but grin as he got the perfect
idea, raising his hand a bit before he slapped Derek right on the butt. He
figured that was a good answer for now if Derek didn't rip his hands off. Also,
it was really fun to be able to do that again. Derek grit his teeth, biting
back a smile as he shook his head, going back to unpacking the Chinese food.
“I’m going to murder all of you in your sleep.” he muttered, unable to keep the
amusement out of his voice.
Isaac was just stunned, but he laughed, shaking his head. “Guess that’s a good
enough answer.” he said and wandered over to the table, sifting through what
Derek had already unpacked and locating his teriyaki beef.
Stiles cackled at that and gently rubbed his side. “You know you can’t kill me,
your life would be very boring.” He said softly before plopping down at the
table so he could get his orange chicken.
“I’m really starting to like your style.” Erica snickered as she took her beef
and broccoli. “I wasn’t expecting any of this.”
“Good.” Stiles grinned through a mouthful of his food. “I’m going to be here so
often. I know, I know, it’s not easy having someone new fighting for Papa’s
attention, but I’m hoping someday you can call me mom.” He soon started to
laugh, feeling a little like a step-mother.
Erica laughed at that and shook her head. “Man, Derek should have gotten with
you sooner.”
“Are you calling yourself pack mom now?” Isaac asked and Derek sighed inwardly,
grabbing his container of lo mein and sitting next to Stiles.
“Don’t,” Derek said, “You’ll encourage him to come up with even more nicknames
for himself than he already has.” Isaac laughed, twisting noodles around his
plastic fork and waiting for them to cool.
“If that’s true then he doesn’t really need my encouragement,” Isaac said and
Derek nodded.
“Fair enough,” he said, jabbing his fork at a bit of bamboo.
“I am the pack mom.” Stiles said proudly. “I’m going to do the human parts of
taking care of the pack, since I’m not going to train you guys. I’m not
touching that with a twenty foot pole.” He stated, scrunching his face up.
Stiles soon thought something and slowly looked over at Derek. “Hey...How do
you feel about vacuum cleaners?”
Derek raised his eyebrows. “You are not going to be the one cleaning in here, I
know that look,” Derek said, shaking his head.
“Why not?” Isaac asked around a bite of food. “It’s not like you’re cleaning.”
“Because he’s making a dog joke,” Derek said and Isaac frowned, thinking about
it a second before laughing.
“That was pretty good,” Isaac said. Derek just grunted, shoveling food into his
mouth.
“Why not? Are you really afraid of vacuum cleaners?” Stiles asked with a smile
before he looked over at Isaac. “He gets mad at me because I made so many dog
related jokes, but I’m never going to stop.”
Isaac laughed, shaking his head as he ate his food. “So how did this happen,
between you two? If you don’t mind me asking,” Isaac asked. Derek paused in his
chewing.
“It’s a long story,” He said and glanced over at Stiles. “You can tell it if
you want.”
Stiles tried to think of where to start before going right to the beginning.
“I'm just going to basically tell you guys everything you need to know. So once
upon a time, a long, long time ago, Scott and I were wandering the woods
because I heard half of a body was found and I wanted to find the other half.
Unfortunately, I got caught by my dad and he made me go home. While Scott was
still out there, he bitten by Derek’s uncle and he lost his inhaler so we went
to go find it. Then, out of nowhere this creepy ass, but really hot dude came
out of the woods and told us we were trespassing before he was kind enough to
give the inhaler back. Then he continued to creep around and follow us around,
even when we got him arrested. So then one night the big bad wolf got shot by a
special bullet and his crazy ass jumped in front of my car and almost got ran
over. So I had to babysit him all day while he almost died and because he had a
poisonous bullet in his arm, he almost made me cut his freaking arm off.
Obviously Scott was able to get the bullet and we saved him. Then a bunch of
other stuff started to happen after that, like him popping up out of nowhere
every now and again. At one point we thought he got killed, so unfortunately
for Derek Scott pinned all of his uncles' murders on him. Which led to this
dude hiding out in my room, and then more crap happened until we had to go
fight his crazy uncle for what seemed like forever. Then after that, we started
hanging out and we got super close very quickly. Right before he turned you is
right when we started becoming more well..physical.” He stated between bites.
“Now he can’t get rid of me.”
Isaac listened closely the whole time, exhaling between his lips when it was
done. “Sounds crazy,” Isaac said, setting his food down and going over to grab
one of the crab Rangoon from the bag.
“Like I said, it was a long story,” Derek said and glanced over at Stiles. He
bumped their legs together, giving Stiles a small smile.
Stiles grinned back at Derek and gently bumped him back. “Yeah, there’s a lot
that’s happened, but I’m pretty happy that I met him. Sure I almost killed him
when I learned he was going around biting people, but I’m happy.”
“I had good reason, you know that,” Derek said a little defensively.
“Well, I’m glad you bit me. I’ve actually got friends now.” Isaac said with a
small smile.
“If he was going around biting people that really didn’t deserve a bite...”
Stiles paused, slowly looking over at Derek and scowling at him for a moment.
“Then I would have been a lot more pissed, but I’m glad it’s you guys.”
“I agree with Isaac. It’s a lot better being this way.” Erica piped up, smiling
widely at the group.
“You’re just entertained by the fact that all the guys in school want you now.”
Isaac teased. “And some of the girls from what I understand.”
“I’d watch it, she’s got claws you know,” Derek said, popping a forkful of
noodles into his mouth. The last bite of his food.
“I can’t argue with that. It’s nice to not be invisible anymore.” Erica
shrugged, really enjoying all of the attention.
Derek laughed, setting his tray down. “Well, you don’t have to worry about
things like that anymore. By the time the year’s over you’ll probably be
begging for some privacy every now and then.”
“Probably, but so far I’m enjoying just about everything.” She smiled widely.
Stiles grinned as he leaned against Derek, lowering his hand so that he could
slowly trace small circles on his thigh.
“Well, I’m stuffed,” Isaac said, setting what was left of his food on the
table. “You guys have anything planned?”
“I was just going to take Stiles home in a little while. Would you and Erica
want to do a little training?” Derek asked. Isaac shrugged, looking at Erica.
“I’m game,” Isaac said.
“I’m fine with that.” Erica replied as she set her empty tray aside.
“It’s actually really fun watching you guys train. I feel like Derek would make
a fun sports coach.” Stiles piped up.
Derek hummed in response, “I have an idea actually.” he said and looked over at
Stiles. “You’ve got my coat still, the leather one?” he asked.
“Yep. It’s in your car.” He replied, looking back at him. “Do you want me to go
get it?”
“Yeah,” he said, “Kind of need it for the idea I have.”
“And what’s your idea?” Isaac asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
“Let’s just say... werewolf version of hide-and-seek.” He said with a small
grin.
“Oh god, do I even want to know?” Stiles asked, raising his own eyebrows at the
look on his boyfriend’s face. Derek laughed outright at Stiles’ question. Isaac
grinned over at Erica, he didn’t think they’d ever heard him laugh like that
before - if ever. And tonight he’d been laughing a lot. Erica grinned back at
him, enjoying just how happy Derek seemed to be when he was around Stiles. She
was really thrilled that they made up, especially since if it put Derek in a
good mood, training with him might be easier.
“Alright, how do we play this version?” Erica asked him curiously.
“Stiles is going to be nice and wear my jacket, I’ll wear my other one since it
smells like him now. You and Isaac can compete to see who can find one or both
of us first.” Derek explained.
“So we just need to find you both? Is there a catch?” Erica asked curiously.
“That sounds like a fun idea actually. I don’t know how you came up with it.”
Stiles lightly teased Derek as he nudged him.
“The catch is you have to find us by scent, otherwise the switching of jackets
is just pointless,” Derek said.
“Definitely more fun than our usual training.” Isaac said and Derek rolled his
eyes.
“You usual training is to help you know how to defend yourselves - which is the
most important thing right now. Unfortunately this means I’ve had to neglect
your other training, which includes your sense of smell,” Derek said. “If you
could smell danger before it came close, that would be better than having to
fight - just as much as knowing how to fight when you’re confronted with that.”
“Completely by scent? Like do we have to have our eyes closed or anything?” She
asked curiously.
Stiles played with Derek’s hand, humming to himself. “If they get better at it,
we should play it in total darkness. I’ll stay away from the stairs and
anywhere I can get hurt, because I really wouldn’t want to have to explain to
my dad how I broke my legs during study group with you.”
“Completely by scent, but you can use your eyes to see where you’re going.” he
said and gave Stiles’ hand a squeeze. “We’ll see how it goes, but you’ll have
to get that jacket from my car first. You still have my keys.”
Stiles nodded at that and took off Derek’s jacket that he was currently
wearing. “Make this smell more like you while I’m getting it.” He smiled at him
before he headed outside to go get the coat.
Erica watched Stiles go before she smiled a little at Derek. “I’m glad you two
worked things out.”
“I am too,” Derek said quietly and looked over to Isaac. “I’m sorry for getting
so mad at you before.”
“Hey, you didn’t know if it was going to work out. It’s fine,” Isaac said and
Derek nodded. He waited to put on his jacket though, wanting to keep the scent
as freshly Stiles’ as possible until they started the game/training.
“I think he’s really good for you.” Erica added, deciding to just say that
while Derek was willing to talk about it.
Derek nodded at Erica’s comment, not really knowing how to respond to it.
Shortly, Stiles came back, wearing Derek’s coat and rubbing his hands over the
sleeves to get it a bit more smelling like him just in case, and he didn’t have
to worry about answering. He pulled on his jacket as Stiles walked back over to
them.
“Alright, you guys know how to play, so just count up twenty or something,”
Derek said and gestured for Stiles to follow. “And no cheating!” he added,
heading deeper into the warehouse. Past the main area was their usual training
area that he’d taken to using. Old things the previous owners had left were
littered everywhere ranging from an old bus with no wheels on it to boxes of
random useless junk.
Derek gave Stiles a wink and pulled off the jacket, tossing it into the bus.
“Toss that somewhere and follow me,” he said under his breath to Stiles,
holding his hand out for Stiles to take.
Stiles followed Derek out to the training area, looking around at everything
for ideas on a place to hide. That is, until he heard what Derek said and
quickly understood his real plan. “Oh my God.” He whispered, staring at him
with wide eyes before he grinned. “That’s totally, yeah.” He took off the coat
and hid it behind some of the boxes before he quickly went back to Derek and
took his hand so he could follow him.
Derek smiled and led Stiles a winding path through the mess of the warehouse to
a backdoor on the other side. Stairs were right next to it, which he climbed
and at the top they were at the roof. The stars at this part of town were a bit
more visible than most and after a moment of walking across the rooftop he
finally stopped, laughing quietly as he pulled Stiles against him.
“I think we have a few minutes, at least. They’ll figure it out eventually,” he
murmured, wrapping his arms around Stiles’ waist.
Stiles grinned when he saw the secret place, looking up at the sky before he
looked back at Derek. “This is totally awesome.” He replied, moving his arms
around his neck. “Also that is something I would have never expected from you
and as you’re probably going to start smelling, I’m now very attracted to you
again.”
“Hmmm, not exactly interested in smelling... entirely,” he said, smirking.
“Though I’m curious as to what bit surprised you. This,” he paused to gesture
that he was talking about the rooftop, “or tricking Erica and Isaac?”
“Both.” Stiles snickered a little, running his fingers through his hair.
“You’re really just full of so many surprises.”
Derek smiled, leaning his head a little into the touch. “I’m not exactly one
for being an open book.” he said and brought his hand up to Stiles’ face,
cupping it between his hands. “I’ll do my best to keep surprising you though.”
he said before he kissed him.
Stiles kissed him back, slowly smiling against his mouth. He nodded a little as
he pulled away and nuzzled their noses together. “I’d like that.” He said
softly before he kissed him again.
Derek moved his hands down from Stiles’ face as they kissed again, pressing
soft but urgent kisses to Stiles’ lips. His arms found their way around Stiles’
back, pulling Stiles closer so their chests were pressed together.
Stiles nipped lightly at Derek’s lip before running his tongue along it and
slipping it into his mouth. He knew that he was going to never get tired of
kissing Derek, especially since they always made him feel dizzy in the best way
possible.
Derek hummed happily into Stiles’ mouth, sliding his tongue against Stiles’ as
they each deepened the kiss. He kept his ears open for Isaac and Erica, but
neither of them were close, still probably searching the warehouse below.
Stiles slowly couldn’t stop smiling as he stayed close to Derek, pulling away
so he could kiss and nip lightly along his jaw. “Holy shit, I missed this so
much.”
Derek let out a soft moan as he said, “You have no idea...” his voice trailing
as he heard a high pitched buzzing straight before Stiles’ ringtone went off.
“I swear to God whoever that is I’m going to murder them. Violently.”
Scott was the one calling, having just gotten done with Allison what Stiles and
Derek had been hoping to. He’d not heard Jackson in the police transport for a
while and when he went to check on him - bam, empty transport with every single
one of the handcuffs broken. He’d swore profusely before calling Stiles,
glancing anxiously and guiltily over at Allison as they waited. They were
supposed to have been watching him.
Stiles groaned too, thinking the exact same thing as Derek. He soon looked down
at the phone and he pulled away from Derek, turning away a little as he
answered it. “What’s going on?” He asked, already figuring it was bad if he was
calling him.
“Jackson’s missing, I don’t know here he went,” Scott spilled out quickly.
“Allison and I looked away for like five minutes I swear and now he’s gone!”
Derek was listening to what Scott was saying and his frown deepened the longer
Scott talked. “Jackson’s alive?” He said quietly.
“How in the hell - You know, most people would hear someone breaking out of a
van. Most were-people anyways. Unless....Did I just get cockblocked because you
were getting laid?” Stiles quickly groaned, rubbing his temple. “Okay, okay,
I’ll be there in like ten minutes and we’ll figure out what the hell we need to
do.”
“Cockblocked... Wait, oh my God, I don’t want to know just... Okay, just get
here.” Scott said and ended the call.
Derek stood silently, knowing if he said anything it wouldn’t be on the nice
end of the spectrum. He looked at Stiles expectantly, waiting.
Stiles shook his head and put his phone away before he turned to Derek and
smiled nervously. “Can you give me just a few hours, Derek? Then I’ll tell you
everything you want to know.” He said softly, taking his hands in his.
“If you don’t call me or come back in a few hours I’m going to come find you,”
Derek said, giving Stiles’ hands a tight squeeze.
“If I don’t call you or come back, I’m probably dead.” Stiles replied, gently
bumping their noses together. “I can have you come over to my house? And we’ll
talk and pick up where we left off. Deal?”
“Don’t say that,” Derek said with quiet anger. “The second you find him, if
Scott’s not there to protect you - hell, even if he is - call me. I’m not
losing you. Not ever.” Derek said and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ forehead.
“Bad choice of words, sorry.” He said softly, remembering what they had talked
about in the car. “I’ll call you if I’m in trouble, don’t worry.” He smiled a
little before pulling away. “I should probably go now though.” He mumbled,
really, really not wanting to but he knew he had to.
“All right, just take the stairs and go around the building, it’ll be faster,”
Derek said and gestured towards the stairs.
Stiles nodded and smiled a little at him before carefully headed back
downstairs. He snuck out of the warehouse and to his Jeep before driving away
from Derek’s to get to Scott as quickly but still safely as he could.
Derek went downstairs, finding Isaac first. “What’s going on? We found the
coats, but Stiles just left?”
“The Kanima isn’t dead. Apparently Scott’s group had him locked up, but he’s
escaped.” Derek answered. “Find Erica, I’m going to need both of you ready in
case Stiles and the others need help.” Derek said and Isaac nodded, rushing
into the mess of the warehouse to find where she’d been following the trail.
Erica had gotten close to figuring out where Derek and Stiles had ventured off,
but was really starting to figure that they did this so they could have some
time to themselves.
Isaac found Erica easily enough, her scent wasn’t mixed with anyone else’s so
it wasn’t as hard to sniff out. He got her attention before stopping next to
her. “Derek said that the Kanima’s not dead. I guess Stiles got a call from
Scott while they were hiding. He wants us to get ready in case we have to go
help them.”
Erica almost groaned at that. Of course it wouldn’t be over that easily.
“Alright, maybe we’ll find a way to actually kill it this time.”
“Clearly slashing its throat open wasn’t enough,” Isaac muttered, leading the
way back through the mess of the main warehouse.
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“I can’t believe we let that happen,” Scott said, sitting in the back of the
transport, looking at the broken cuffs in his hands.
“It’s okay, Scott.” Allison said softly, rubbing his back to help him feel
better. “You guys thought that it was secure, you couldn’t have known that he
was going to get through it.”
“I’ve broken through cuffs before myself - the first full moon I ever had. I
should have known.” Scott said, tossing the shackles onto the floor. “We should
get out of here as soon as Stiles gets here. Go looking for him before he hurts
someone else.”
“I think I’m going to have to tell my dad when Stiles gets here.” She said with
a sigh, really not wanting to but knew it would probably be best if she did.
“He’s been killing people and he’d do it again.”
“I understand,” Scott said quietly. He didn’t like it any more than she sounded
like she did. “He should be here soon I think.”
***** Esquire *****
Stiles soon came up to the car and knocked on the window. He had seen the
damage Jackson did by breaking out and knew this wasn’t good at all. He tried
to think of what they were going to do, and none of the ideas were very
appealing.
Scott climbed out of the back when he heard Stiles knocking on the window.
“Allison’s going to tell her dad,” he said, hands tucking into the front
pockets of his jeans. “We don’t have much choice at this point. We need the
help.”
“I think that I’m gonna have to tell my dad too...” Stiles said softly, putting
his hands in his pockets.
“How are you going to get him to believe all of it?” Allison asked, getting out
of the car with Scott.
“I really don’t know, but...I guess we’ll have to figure something out. Even if
he thinks I’m insane.” Stiles sighed and scratched as his head. This was really
going to piss off his dad, especially since so much was happening at once.
“Stiles doesn’t have to convince him of it,” Scott said, glancing over at
Allison. “Not if I’m there.” He said, making his point by shifting his eyes for
effect. “We should get out of here, the sooner we tell the sheriff the better.
Same with your dad, Allison.”
Allison nodded at that and grabbed her keys. “I’ll let you know how it goes
with my dad, just promise me you guys will be careful if you run into Jackson.”
“Yeah, it’s not just Jackson I’m worried about.” Stiles sighed a little, hoping
that his dad wouldn’t actually kill him for all of the things they had to do to
get this far.
“Hey, you be careful too, okay?” Scott said, catching her arm. “If you run into
him, just call me, your dad - just don’t try and do anything on your own.” He
said and looked down from her. “I probably don’t even have to tell you that,
but I want you to be safe too.”
Allison nodded at that and kissed his cheek softly. “I’ll be careful. And I’ll
try to see if I can find anything to translate the bestiary.”
Scott nodded and looked over at Stiles. “Let’s go, hopefully your dad’s at the
station and we don’t have to wait for him.”
“Oh he is probably totally there right now.” He replied, thinking about how he
had pulled him and Derek over. He motioned Scott to follow him to the Jeep,
just going to leave the stolen van there for now.
Scott nodded, grabbing his backpack from Allison’s backseat, giving her a quick
kiss before catching up with Stiles, climbing into the passenger seat. He
tossed his backpack in the back, “I’m sorry about all this. I didn’t mean for
it to happen.”
“You didn’t know.” He replied. “And besides, Derek clawing out his throat only
knocked him out. You wouldn’t have been able to take him on in a real fight, so
it’s good he escaped. Well, not good, but you know what I mean.” He replied,
starting the Jeep up once he was in before he began following Allison down the
dirt path. “So uh, probably the worst time, but we should probably have a
talk.”
Scott nodded at Stiles attempt to make him feel better, which honestly just
made him feel worse when it came to Jackson. But then Stiles said they needed
to have a talk and he started to feel less guilty and more confused. “All
right,” he said slowly, pulling his seatbelt over his chest as they followed
behind Allison to the main road. “I guess technically we’ve got time to talk
about whatever, until we get to the station. What’s up?”
“Yeah, we may as well while we have the time. In case my dad kills us for
taking the transport van.” He stated before coughing a little as he tried to
think of how he was going to talk about it. He needed to gently come out with
it in a really easy to take way. “I, uh, so I slept with Derek.” He blurted
out. Well that was the opposite of what he was wanting.
Scott nodded slowly, “I hate to break it to you, but you guys weren’t exactly
subtle.” He said, and shifted his seatbelt around. “Not that I knew at all, but
after the pool and the club I kind of figured something was going on.”
Stiles paused for a moment, that slowing his train of thought. “Well, okay,
that makes this whole next part a lot easier. Derek and I are now...I think
we’re officially dating?”
Scott nodded, clearing his throat. “That’s... How? He’s so... Derek.” Scott
said, frowning. He, of course, had only been on the blunt end of Derek’s anger.
He didn’t actually know him the way Stiles or even Erica and Isaac did.
“I don’t think you’d really believe me if I told you.” He said with a laugh.
“But, yeah, at first glance he’s grumpy as fuck, has a bad attitude, and sasses
the hell out of you, but you get past all of that and get him comfortable with
you and he’s completely different. You know how you feel when you’re with
Allison? Since you describe it to me in excruciating detail. That’s how I feel
with him.”
Scott let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t
believe it,” he said and looked over at Stiles. “If he makes you happy, I don’t
really have any room to complain. Too much.”
“Don’t worry, just because we’re a thing doesn’t mean that I’m always going to
take his side. I’m always going to have your back.” He grinned at him. “But
just so you know, you owe me.”
Scott laughed, “Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll try not to let our scaled friend escape
again and ruin.. Whatever you guys were doing.”
“And to think I could be having the world’s greatest make up sex right now.” He
groaned, deciding that he was going to get back at Scott for telling him every
detail of his own love life.
“I’ll promise not to talk about sex with Allison if you don’t say that again,”
Scott said through laughter. “I really am sorry though man, find a way for me
to make it up to you and I’ll do my best, all right?”
“We have a deal.” Stiles grinned at him. He was so thrilled that he had a
boyfriend, even if they had to deal with all this supernatural crap. “I’ll
think of something for you to do eventually.” He replied, turning down the
street that would get them to the station the fastest. “Oh my god, actually, if
you think the stories about Allison’s parents almost catching you guys is bad,
my dad actually pulled us over tonight because someone called the cops for
parking in their driveway, and then he thought that I was blowing Derek while
he was driving. It was just a completely awkward situation.”
Scott burst out laughing, “Oh my God, I’m surprised your dad didn’t arrest him
- and you.” He said, still laughing. “I guess that means he knows too? About
Derek?”
“I’m pretty shocked that he didn’t too.” He replied before he nodded. “Yeah, he
knows about us.”
Scott nodded, smiling. “I’m glad I was one of the first people you told. I know
we haven’t been spending a lot of time together with everything that’s been
going on and me being with Allison...” he said, letting his voice trail as they
were getting close to the station and he didn’t have much of a point other than
what he’d said.
Stiles smiled back at him and nodded again. “Well, yeah, I mean, who else am I
gonna tell if I wouldn’t tell my best friend?” He soon pulled over and parked
his car before he turned it off and sighed. “So we’re really gonna do this.
We’re really going to tell him everything.” He was starting to feel really
nervous, hoping that his dad would believe them.
“We have to,” Scott said with a weariness that definitely wasn’t typical of
him. “I’ll be right there the whole time though, so you if you don’t feel like
you can tell him, I can.” Scott said, looking over at his best friend. “We can
do this.”
“Yeah, thanks. We totally can do this.” He tried to pump himself up a little
before he took a deep breath and got out of the car so they could go into the
station.
“Can you buzz us in? I need to see my dad.” He told the man up front, earning a
nod before he opened the door for them. He did a quick run through of the
things he was going to say before he turned the corner and saw Jackson sitting
in his father’s office. “Uh.....” Well this was bad.
Scott followed him in, looking at the man up front until he’d buzzed them in
without argument. When they got to the sheriff’s office he had a feeling that
the sight before them was the reason. Jackson was sitting there wearing a
officer’s coat and clothes that Scott was sure weren’t his, as well as a man
that Scott had never seen before and Stiles’ dad.
John looked up when he saw that Stiles and Scott were in the doorway and he
uncrossed his arms, leaning away from the table to stand with his hands on his
hips. “Stiles, Scott.. Perfect timing.” he said, gesturing behind him at the
man. Jackson was giving them a gigantic smug smile. “This is Jackson’s father,
Mr. David Whittemore... Esquire.” he said, turning back to look at them.
“That means lawyer,” Jackson said, still smug as could be.
Stiles knew right then and there that they were absolutely fucked. This is why
he was right. This is why they should have probably killed Jackson. “Well, uh,
good evening, Mr. Whittemore.” He replied, not sure what else he was supposed
to say right now.
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Lydia was sitting with Allison in her room having just finished translating the
last of the archaic Latin for her. It was a boring text, beyond weird on the
scale of weirdness that was her life, but she’d finished it in silence. The
hope that Allison might actually talk with her afterwards spurring her to
translate as fast as she could.
“There, that’s it,” she said, typing out the last word before crossing her arms
over her chest. Allison’s phone went off then, drawing Lydia’s fiercest glare.
Allison furrowed her eyebrows at that, looking it over. “Wait a minute, Ms.
Morell said that this word meant ‘friend’.” She said softly, pointing to where
Lydia had translated that the Kanima was looking for a master. “So...Someone’s
controlling him.”
She heard her phone go off and looked down at it before answering. “I found a
translation for the bestiary. Were you able to find him?”
“Yeah, at the police station already talking to Stiles’ dad. Seems like our
plan didn’t really go as planned. What about you? Did you tell your dad?” Scott
asked, putting his phone on speaker and setting it on the table between him and
Stiles. “Stiles is listening too.” He said, just making her aware of that.
Lydia sat patiently on Allison’s bed, wondering who this particular ‘him’ was.
She didn’t ask, stretching out on Allison’s bed and tapping her fingers one by
one against her necklace chain as she waited.
“No, he wasn’t home so I’m going to talk to him later. And what do you mean it
didn’t go as planned?”
“Uh, we’ll get to that bridge later. So you found a translation?” Stiles asked.
“Yeah, about that. It says that the Kanima is searching for a master, not a
friend.” Allison replied.
“Oh, great. And then there’s the fact that he doesn’t remember anything
afterwards. What if it’s like what happened with Lydia in the hospital?” Stiles
asked, leaning forwards and resting his arms on the desk.
“You mean like a fugue state?” She asked quietly, not wanting to really let
Lydia know what they were talking about yet.
“Yeah,” Scott said. “He’d have to forget everything, the murders...” his voice
trailed off, “getting rid of the blood too.” he finished.
Lydia sat up a little in Allison’s bed, squinting at the back of Allison’s head
as she strained to try and hear what Allison was saying to Scott. Of course
though, her attempt was fruitless. Quiet as Allison’s room was, sitting so far
away and Allison talking so quietly, she couldn’t hear a thing. She rested her
head back down, glaring at the ceiling.
“He definitely had help with one thing, the video.” Stiles piped up. “And
someone else already helped him forget that.” As if they didn’t have enough
problems right now, they apparently needed to find some crazy person going
around killing people with a mutated lizard teenager.
“Whoever’s controlling him,” Scott said, looking up from the phone at Stiles.
“And we have no idea who that is.”
“Are you sure he doesn’t remember any of this?” Allison asked with a sigh.
“No, he still thinks that he’s becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia
just delayed the whole thing somehow.” Stiles stated, shrugging and rolling his
eyes as he tapped his fingers on the table for a moment.
“So do we try to convince him that he’s not?”
“If it helps us figure out who’s controlling him, then yeah,” Scott said,
looking down at the phone.
“Do you think he’s going to talk to us after what we did?” She asked, thinking
that he would probably avoid Stiles and Scott at all costs.
“Yeah, of course he’ll talk to us. I mean, come on, it’s us. What’s the worst
he can do after tonight?” He asked, trying to stay hopeful.
Scott looked up at Stiles, raising an eyebrow. “Dude, his dad’s a lawyer and
for all Jackson believes we’re the crazy ones who locked him up in a prison
transport all day.” Scott said and looked back down at his phone. “We’ll figure
something out, we always do. I think I hear Stiles’ dad coming back though, so
I’ll call you later, okay?” He said, saying goodbye quickly before he hung up
and pocketed his phone.
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After the very awkward chew out that Scott and Stiles recieved from their
parents, Stiles followed his father, putting his hands back in the pockets of
his jacket. “I’m sorry, Dad.” He said softly, looking up at him for a moment
before back down at the ground.
“You’re damn right you’re sorry,” John said, shutting the door behind him. “I
don’t know what the hell has gotten into you recently - most of it I’ve let go.
This... this is far out of what I expected to come from this. I have to ground
you, you know that right?”
“I figured as much.” Stiles replied, shrugging his shoulders a little as he
leaned back against the doorway. He didn’t think he had been acting too strange
towards his father lately, besides the whole suddenly dating an older man
thing.
“What - what is this, do you even care about what you did? Does it bother you
at all the laws you’ve broken, how badly this reflects on not just me, but
yourself? This restraining order goes on your permanent record, you understand
that right?” John asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You’re going straight home from here and you’re not allowed to go anywhere
else aside from school. No friends over, no Derek and the only reason I’m
bothering to even think about letting you keep your cell phone is because if
you somehow manage to get yourself in deep enough crap it’s the only thing you
have to reach me.” he said and looked at Stiles for a minute before sighing. “I
love you, kid. I really do, but you gotta cool it on getting in trouble. At
least until these murders get cleared up, can you do that?”
“I do care, Dad. I’m just angry at myself.” He stated before he groaned. “Okay,
fine. I guess all of that is very fair, considering how much you really could
ground me from.” He said softly. It wasn’t going to stop him from seeing Derek
at all, but he could at least let his dad feel at ease by agreeing to it.
“Yeah, it is fair,” John said and looked up at Stiles. “Do me the favor of not
making me have to be unfair in the future?” He asked, before sitting down
behind his desk. “Tell Mr. Whittemore to come to my office, we’ll finish the
paperwork in here.” He said, resting his arms on the armrests of his chair and
rubbing at his forehead with one of his hands.
“Why do I have to do it? I’m pretty sure that guy is considering paying someone
to take me behind a shed and beat me.” Stiles stated, knowing that he sure as
Hell had enough money to do it.
“Because for once in your life, you’re going to do me this one favor. God knows
you never listen to me the rest of the time...” John said, frowning over at
Stiles.
Stiles nodded and took a deep breath before heading to Mr. Whittemore. “Excuse
me, sir, but my father wanted to speak with you. I wanted to apologize too, I
wasn’t thinking and we did something stupid. We didn’t mean to put your son at
risk.” He said politely before he headed back into the hall to watch Scott and
his mom talk. Scott turned to watch his mother walk off before sighing, running
his hands over his head. “I am the worst son ever.” he muttered, walking over
to Stiles and shoving his hands into his coat pockets.
“Well I’m not winning any prizes for Son of the Year either.” Stiles said
softly, looking back at where his father and Mr. Whittemore were having a
heated discussion about him. “Let’s just go home, we’ll figure out what to do
in the morning.” He sighed, scratching at his buzzed head as he tried to stop
thinking about just how wrong all of the stuff involving Jackson had gone
today.
“Yeah, at least at school my mom can’t do anything about us hanging out,” Scott
said, trying to look on the positive side of things. “I’ll see you tomorrow
though,” he said and gave Stiles a quick pat on the shoulder before heading
outside to meet his mom.
“Thank God for that at least. And we now have a translation for you know what.”
He replied, waiting a few moments before he headed out to his Jeep. Once he
shut the door of the car behind him, he pulled out his phone so that he could
text Derek.
***** Story Time And Ferrets *****
‘Hey, if you’re not still training, can you come to my house? I’ll be there in
like 10.’
Derek had been showing Isaac and Erica a couple different moves - two defensive
and two offensive that he was hoping they’d both learn to use when he got the
message from Stiles. Isaac looked up at the sound, giving Erica the chance to
hit him with a fist in the side of his jaw, sending him reeling back. Isaac
grunted, rubbing at his jaw and shifting it around until it cracked into place
and slowly started to feel better as it healed.
“Stiles?” he asked and Derek nodded. “The Kanima?” Isaac added, glancing over
at Erica.
“No, I don’t think so.” Derek replied, grabbing his leather jacket as he got to
his feet. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Get some rest, but keep your phones
nearby. I’ll let you know if I need you.” He said even as he was opening the
door, closing it behind himself as he typed out a reply. ‘On my way. Everything
all right?’
‘Uh, no, not really. Things are pretty bad right now, but I’m safe. So don’t
worry about that part. Also, park somewhere where my dad won’t be able to see
your car. Maybe the park, as much of a pain as it is.’ Stiles texted him back
before he tossed his phone onto the passenger’s seat and drove home. Once he
parked and got into his house, he made himself something quick to eat before
taking his sandwich and chips upstairs to his room so that he could unlock the
window for Derek.
Derek sighed when he got to his car, pocketing his phone after he’d read Stiles
message. He didn’t know what had happened, but he trusted that Stiles was
actually okay. He slid into the driver’s seat, starting the engine and driving
off in the direction of the park by Stiles’ house where Stiles had abandoned it
after his ‘joy ride.’
He got there in about twenty minutes, having a much farther drive than Stiles.
After he parked it took him a couple more minutes to get to Stiles’ house,
having to wait at the edge of the yard as Stiles’ dad pulled into the driveway.
He waited for the sheriff to get inside before making his way to the back of
the porch. From the way it sounded though he went straight up to his room and
to bed, telling Stiles goodnight through the door on his way.
He crept over to the window, tapping on it lightly before lifting it open from
the outside.
Stiles looked towards his window when he heard the knock, smiling a little as
he set his plate on his desk before he went over to Derek and moved his arms
around his waist. “So, uh, we haven’t even been dating for a day and I’m
already grounded from you.” He mumbled as he rolled his eyes before he rested
his head against his chest and closed them.
Derek snorted lightly, “And you’re doing so well.” Derek said and wrapped his
arms around Stiles’ shoulders. “What happened exactly?” he asked, pulling
enough away that he could tilt Stiles’ face up to look at him.
“So after the whole clubbing thing, Scott and I may or may not have stolen a
prison transport van and locked Jackson in the back.” Stiles stated, staring
into his eyes as he spoke. “And we tried to explain everything before I left to
come see you, but the little fucker escaped and went straight to his dad and my
dad. So he now has a restraining order against Scott and I. Also his dad hates
my guts, but that’s a different story.”
Derek nodded slowly, exhaling a sigh through his nose. “I guess I can’t
complain too much since you didn’t get hurt,” he said, his jaw clenching.
“We’ve got to figure out a way to fix this. Ripping his throat open didn’t
work, clearly. I don’t know what else to try aside from a wolfsbane bullet and
there aren’t a lot of those just lying around.”
Stiles nodded as he gently bumped his nose to Derek’s. “We’re going to try to
figure out a way to talk to him again. We also figured out that he’s being
controlled. We just don’t know by who yet, so that’s another bump in the road
we need to get over.”
“I might have a guess as to who that may be...” Derek said, nudging his nose
against Stiles’. “But I don’t know if there’s any way to confirm it.”
“Who are you thinking about?” He asked curiously, furrowing his eyebrows. “If
you have a hunch, then we’ll try and look into it.”
“Gerard,” Derek said, breaking the hug so he could walk over to Stiles’ bed and
sit down, resting his elbows on his knees. “Just before you and Scott went into
the club I guess, I was going after it. I cornered it, but Chris and Gerard
showed up. For a minute the Kanima was standing right in front of him, and the
way he looked at it... He wasn’t afraid. It was like he knew that it wouldn’t
hurt him.”
“Well. That’s totally not fucked up and freaky at all.” He said with a sigh as
he went over to get his plate before sitting beside Derek. “Jesus, if you told
me like a year ago that I would be dating a werewolf, chasing after a giant
lizard, and being freaked out by hunters, I would have laughed in your face.”
“If someone told me a year ago I’d be back in Beacon Hills I’d have laughed.”
Derek said, shaking his head. “We have to work together on this from now on.
Not just me and you, but Scott and everyone else. If we keep fighting each
other like this someone is going to get seriously hurt, more than likely by
Jackson.”
“Scott’s actually surprisingly cool about us, so I think he’ll be a bit easier
to work with. I really, really want to punch Jackson right now, ugh. Just
saying his name is frustrating me.” He mumbled, taking Derek’s hand before he
intertwined their fingers. “Even though most of your time back here has sucked,
I’m glad you came back.” He smiled a little at him before he groaned a little.
“Okay, I can’t talk about Jackson any more or I’m gonna end up hitting him with
something the next time I see him. Do you like peanut butter?” He asked so he
could change the subject.
Derek nodded slowly, not blaming Stiles for wanting to just forget what was
going on if only for a little while. He frowned when Stiles asked the random
question about peanut butter. “Yes...” He said, though it sounded more like a
question than an answer.
Stiles slowly grinned at that before he passed him half of his sandwich. “Of
course you like peanut butter.” He winked at him before he took a bite of his
own half of it.
Derek narrowed his eyes at Stiles, accepting the half of the sandwich that was
offered. He still side-eyed Stiles as he took a bite, finally looking away to
look out the window. Through the clouds he could still see part of the moon,
half full again already. “Isaac and Erica aren’t ready.” He said, half to
himself.
“Do you need any help from me?” He asked curiously, moving his legs so he could
put them on Derek’s lap. “And I mean actual help. But we can sneak off again
one of these days and actually make out longer than just a few seconds. I’ll
turn my phone off.”
“You helped Scott, which might be enough. It’d be nice if Scott could help
too.” He said, and in his mind he added ‘it would be better if Laura were
here.’ He rested his free hand over Stiles’ legs, taking another small bite of
his sandwich half, chewing it and swallowing before he spoke again. “There’s
this chest of restraints I have... left over from my family. I can use them if
I have to, but they’re painful. It would be better if we didn’t have to lose a
night to the full moon either.”
“Your family has a box of extreme BDSM equipment?” He asked curiously, raising
his eyebrows a little. “And I thought that I had some skeletons in my closet.”
He murmured before he began to actually think about Derek as a Dom. Well, that
was certainly something he didn’t need to distract himself with right now.
Derek rolled his eyes. “They’re made to hold you during the full moon, if
you’re unlucky enough to have to need one. My family never had much use for
them.” Derek said and after eating another bite he continued. “I remember one
year though, we had a visitor from another pack a few states over - I can’t
remember who he was now, even what he looked like. It was his first full moon
and he was supposed to have told us, but he didn’t.” He paused, tapping his
thumb against Stiles’ legs.
“It took my mom, my uncle, and my dad to hold him down. Laura was a couple
years younger than you are now, but she was the one to put him in the harness.
He never stopped screaming, growling, fighting it the whole time. But it held,
and that was the point. He didn’t hurt anyone.”
“So it’s kind of like those training collars for dogs, but much stronger.”
Stiles said softly, cocking his head. “I kind of want to see them one of these
days, just to see what they look like.” He smiled a little at him before he
paused and cocked his head. “Hey, tell me a story about your parents. I mean,
you don’t have to, but I just want to hear a happy memory you have of them."
Derek took a long while to think of one, finishing his sandwich half in the
meantime. “It was summer, I was about four, not old enough to be in school
yet.” Derek began, focusing his fidgeting hands on rubbing a bit of the loose
material of Stiles’ jeans between his fingers. “My father wanted to get a
portrait done of the whole family. Not a photo, an actual painting.” He
clarified before he continued.
“My brother and I were stuck on the floor, my dad sat in a chair behind us next
to Laura and my mom stood behind all of us in the center. It took about two
months to finish, and every time we sat down to get more added my mom would
say, ‘Whichever one of you behaves every day until this is finished can go on a
hunting trip with your father.’ It was something that we rarely were able to
do, so of course it became a sort of contest between all of us who could sit
still the longest.”
He paused a small smile on his lips. “At the end of it, when we finally got the
portrait and my dad was hanging it up in the living room, Laura finally asked
who had won. I remember how confused my dad was because my mom apparently
hadn’t told him about the little reward she had planned. When she told him, he
rounded the three of us up and said, ‘All of you won.’“
“So it ended up being a whole family ordeal, all of us going out into the woods
and hunting together. It was one of the only times we ever did that before my
dad passed away.” He said and looked slowly over at Stiles. “That the kind of
thing you were looking for?”
Stiles smiled widely as he listened to Derek tell his story, laughing a little
every now and again. He really liked to hear more about Derek and his life,
finding him completely fascinating. “Oh my god, that’s adorable.” He said
softly, taking Derek’s hand before he kissed over the knuckles. “You were
probably such a really cute kid...Actually, I have another question. So, when
you were a little kid, or a pup, whatever you wanna call it...Were you the kind
of pup that chewed up the furniture and peed on everything?” He asked, trying
his best to not laugh as he spoke softly.
Derek rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re just lucky I like you. If
Cora...” he said his voice stopping short for a moment. “She wouldn’t have put
up with it.” He finished after a minute, frowning. Like Derek, Cora had been
much like their father. Fierce and strong like any Hale, but closed to anyone
she didn’t know and quick-tempered to boot.
Stiles’ smile faded a little and he set his plate aside before gently pushing
Derek onto his back so he could straddle his hips. “I’m sorry.” He said softly,
stroking Derek’s cheek with one hand while he ran his fingers through his hair
with the other. “I’m trying not to bring back horrible memories, but it’s hard
when I’m so curious about you.” He said softly, leaning down to kiss him
softly.
Derek kissed him back just as soft, breaking the kiss after a moment and
clearing the small lump from his throat before it could grow any bigger and
harder to breathe around. “They aren’t horrible memories, I don’t have many bad
memories about my family. They’re just...” he trailed off, trying to think of
the right word. Tainted was the word he finally come up with, but he didn’t say
it. He reached his arms up around Stiles, holding him against his chest. “I
don’t mind telling you about them, I think about them a lot. Especially Laura,”
he murmured. “She had been the one trained to take my mother’s place. To be an
alpha - I wasn’t. Everything I know I learned from watching my mom and her.”
Stiles brushed his lips to Derek’s temple as he listened, continuing to run his
fingers through his hair so that he could try and comfort him. “You may not
have been formally trained, but I’m still pretty proud of you.” He said softly,
smiling a little at him. “You’re incredible, Derek. You know that right?”
Derek hummed shortly in response. “I like to think my family would be happy
with what I’ve done... After everything that’s been thrown at me since I got
back. Years of blaming myself have pretty much ruined my ability to think
that’s actually true.” He admitted, resting his hands on Stiles’ back as he
slipped his eyes closed.
“Well you know what? I’m on the outside of this deep, dark, werewolf brain of
yours,” he started, gently tapping his forehead for emphasis, “so I say that
you are one kickass, funny, sweet, caring, and thoughtful alpha.” He gently
kissed his jaw and down his neck with each word before gently nipped at his
collarbone after he tugged his shirt out of the way. “You’re also the sexiest
alpha, okay? You’re a super talented artist, judging by your tattoos, you have
the voice of a fucking God, and a hell of a lot of other fucking incredible
things. All the things I’ve seen are probably only a tiny bit of the awesome
things you can do. And no, I’m not just saying all of this because I’m pack
mom.”
Derek sniggered lightly, hugging Stiles close and tight. It was when he said
things like that - aside from the sexy bits - that really reminded him of
Laura. She’d always tried to convince him he was worth something and for a
while he believed her. Then she’d disappeared and it all had come crashing back
into his mind as if it had never left. “You’re a lot more than ‘pack mom.’“
Derek said, mocking the name.
“To me anyway,” he added, sighing softly.
Stiles grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m glad. I feel pretty damn
special that Derek Hale of all people has the total hots for me.” He winked a
little at him before he ran his tongue along the skin of his neck. “If I lick
you, do you start to smell more like me?” He asked him curiously.
“Smell more like your breath,” Derek said with a quiet chuckle. “There’s not
many ways to make you smell more like someone,” Derek said and gently massaged
his fingers into Stiles’ back. “Touching is the easiest and quickest method.”
“Well, damn. All this time I thought that I was marking my territory. So does
sex make us smell like each other?” He asked curiously.
Derek chuckled, “I would think that would be obvious.” He said with a small
grin.
“Is that why you like it so much? That and the fact that it’s pretty awesome
sex?” Stiles grinned back at him.
Derek grinned fully now, laughing a little more under his breath. “I like being
close to you. Getting laid is just the added benefit.”
Stiles couldn’t stop his own smile growing along with Derek’s. “I’m pretty sure
that we have some make up sex that we should be having.”
“Hmm, how about I make you a deal?” Derek asked, liking the idea of having sex
again, but also really not wanting to have to focus on being quiet. Or risk
falling while trying to dive out of the window like the last time they were
doing things in Stiles’ room that hadn’t even been sex related.
Stiles couldn’t help but groan a little at that. “Oh God. What’s the deal?” He
asked him softly, resting their foreheads together.
Derek stifled his laughter, biting at his lip for a brief moment. “I’ll stay
the night, completely this time, if you can keep it in your pants until
tomorrow night. I’ll have Erica stay with her parents. Isaac can sleep over at
Boyd’s or something.” He said and knowing Stiles was going to complain, he
tacked on why.
“I don’t want to run the risk of your dad barging in because one or both of us
got too loud. It’s a lot easier to enjoy things when you’re not having to split
your attention on making sure you’re not going to invite the wrath of your
boyfriend’s dad.”
Stiles let out another groaned and buried his face in his chest. “I guess I can
manage waiting one more night. It’s really going to kill me deep inside, but I
may be able to manage it.” He said softly, running his thumb lightly along
Derek’s bottom lip. “And here I was going to suggest we sneak out to your car
and make use of the backseat.” He buried his face in Derek’s chest, hiding his
grin from him.
Derek resisted the very strong urge to take Stiles’ finger in his mouth,
sighing between his teeth. “I don’t know what crazy world you live in, but that
backseat is small. It wouldn’t be comfortable, trust me.” He said, nuzzling his
nose against Stiles’ neck.
“Well damn.” He snickered, pulling his thumb away so that he could kiss him
softly before pulling away again. “So, uh, this means we can at least make out
before bed right?”
Derek chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, I think we could manage that.” He said with a
smile.
Stiles grinned at that and nodded, brushing their lips together before he
climbed off of him. “I just have to change into pajamas first, then I’m yours
for the night.”
“I’ll be here,” Derek said, turning so he was actually lying in be the right
direction. He adjusted Stiles pillows so he had one too, folding his hands
behind his head & watching Stiles.
“Are you sure you’ll be right there?” He asked with a light laugh, looking back
at him with a raised eyebrow. He opened his drawers and began rummaging through
them before holding up a very familiar blue and orange striped shirt. “Does
this bring back any memories?” He asked as he grinned at him.
“God,” Derek said. “That was probably one of the most awkward days of my life.”
He said, remembering all too well the ‘Cousin Miguel’ afternoon, as he’d come
to refer to it. He’d been so pissed at Stiles that day.
Stiles snickered a little and put it away before he stripped down to his boxers
and pulled on an old slightly worn Batman T-shirt. “I think you should get out
of some of your clothes too. Just to get more comfortable.” He smiled at him as
he got back on the bed.
“My jacket at least wouldn’t be a bad idea,” Derek said, having actually
forgotten he was still wearing it. He sat up and pulled it off, slipping his
shirt off over it leaving him with his jeans and socks on still. When he was
done, he turned to lie on his side, looking over at Stiles and reaching out for
him. “Come here, Batman.” Derek said with a laugh, teasing him
Stiles turned his lights off besides the one on his end table before he looked
back at Derek.
“You’re gonna sleep in your jeans?” He asked with raised eyebrows but couldn’t
help but snicker at the way Derek was reaching for him. “I’d make an awesome
Batman.” He replied, moving to lay with him so he could move his arm loosely
around Derek’s waist. “You’re actually kind of adorable.”
“I sleep in all of my clothes normally,” Derek said with a shrug. He nuzzled up
closer to Stiles, resting their foreheads together. “It’s physically impossible
for me to be adorable, y’know.” He said with a small smile, lightly trailing
his fingers against Stiles’ back.
“There is something wrong with you.” He replied, staring into his eyes. “And
nah, you’re adorable. See, besides the whole banana thing, you act like you’re
a bad wolf dog sort of thing, but deep down you’re really just like a baby
Chihuahua who really just wants cuddles. Also now I’m picturing you barking
like one, so yeah.”
“Oh I see how it is,” Derek said with a laugh. “You can make dog jokes and
compare my personality to a banana, but there’s something wrong with me because
I sleep in my clothes.” He continued and shook his head, bumping his nose
against Stiles’. “You’re the one with something wrong.”
“It sounds so bad when you say it like that.” He snickered as he bumped his
nose back against him. “Would you like me to say that you remind me of a cat
instead? Besides, your jeans are distracting. It feels weird against my leg.”
He said softly, moving his leg around his waist.
Derek sighed heavily through his nose, “Y’know for someone complaining about my
pants still being on your legs aren’t exactly helping that.” he said with a
chuckle. “I’d ask if anyone’s ever told you you’re a terrible influence, but I
feel like someone has.”
“I’m making myself comfortable around your weirdness.” Stiles grinned up at him
before he shrugged a little. “We’re terrible influences on each other so I can
live with that.”
Derek rolled his eyes, “I’m honestly starting to think I may be the lesser of
two evils here.” He said, bringing his right hand up and brushing it against
Stiles’ cheek, tracing his jaw line. “I’m surprised that with everything that’s
happened tonight your dad didn’t ground you from more. Did he say how long you
were grounded at least?”
“Uh....I’ll have to ask again in the morning.” He said softly, closing his eyes
for a moment as he focused on Derek’s touch. “I think it’s because I do so well
in school that he didn’t do more. That and because I almost never listen when
I’m grounded.”
Derek smirked, “I can see that.” He said, drawing his fingers over to Stiles’
neck, his fingers brushing against his skin lightly as he traced the curves and
dips of Stiles’ neck and shoulder. “Will you talk to Scott tomorrow? About what
I said - us working together on this.”
Stiles whined a little and tucked his head under Derek’s chin. “I’ll talk to
him in the morning while we figure more things out. And holy fuck, this feels
really good. I’m pretty sure you can uh, use this as mind control.”
Derek hummed out a laugh. “I’ll have to remember that next time I want you to
do something,” he said, ghosting his fingers to Stiles’ collarbone. “You think
you could go to sleep while I do this?” He asked, wondering if Stiles’ pleasure
was coming from a relaxed feeling or just the arousal of being pressed between
being touched and not.
“Yeah, I think this will totally help me.” He murmured before he yawned a
little. He closed his eyes as he began to slowly rub Derek’s back. “You should
probably start falling asleep too. Y’know, I don’t think I’m going to get over
how cuddly you really are.”
Derek hummed, relaxing at Stiles’ touch, “I’m not tired yet. Besides, it’s not
often we get to do this. I want to enjoy it.” he said and pressed a kiss to
Stiles’ head. “Adorable cuddly Derek doesn’t come out that often, you should
know that better than anyone.”
Stiles slowly grinned at that and pulled away enough so that he could look at
him. “Maybe I’ll have to stay up for a bit longer so that I can really enjoy
it.”
“Or maybe you should go to sleep so you’re not dead on your feet at school
tomorrow,” Derek said, peeking his eyes down at Stiles. “Then again I could see
you weaseling your way into napping during class.”
“Exactly, everyone wins.” He snickered a little, lifting his hand to run his
fingers through his hair before he kissed him softly.
Derek smiled against Stiles’ lips, letting out a breathy laugh through his
nose. “That’s totally your nickname now.” he said, grinning down at Stiles.
“Little weasel. Or maybe ferret or otter.”
“Oh are you kidding me? I’m a ferret?” He groaned, resting their foreheads
together as he traced his tattoo. “I can probably live with otter, because
otters are awesome.”
“Hmmm, nope. Ferret, that’s definitely it.” Derek said with a laugh, still
laughing a little even after he’d said it. “Come on, you called me a baby
Chihuahua earlier. Fair’s fair.”
“At least a ferret could probably kick a Chihuahua’s ass.” He snickered,
grinning at him as he nuzzled their noses together. “God, I didn’t know you
were such a brat.” He murmured.
Derek let out a chuckle. “There’s a lot of things you still don’t know about
me,” Derek said with a smile, adjusting how he was laying and reaching his hand
down so he could bring Stiles’ leg around him more. “Stick around long enough
you might find out.”
“Oh, I am definitely going to stick around long enough to figure everything
out.” He said softly, grinning up at him. “You know, I think it’s awesome how I
ended up with a total hottie for a boyfriend. Because ugh, just looking at your
chest makes me want to both punch you, and kiss, bite, and lick you all over
it.” He stated, shaking his head a bit.
Derek shook his head, laughing. “I think if you punched me you’d just hurt
yourself,” Derek said. “Besides that I think we both know the kissing and stuff
is a lot more fun.”
“I’m gonna bite you so much tomorrow, you don’t even know. Also, if I’m not
walking funny afterwards I will be very, very disappointed.” He snickered. “And
oh God, yeah, I don’t know how I didn’t break my hand the last time I punched
you.”
Derek laughed. “Most people definitely don’t think about how much it’s going to
hurt their own hand when they punch someone,” he said with a small smile. “And
I’ll definitely be sure to make you very happy tomorrow.”
“I think I would much rather punch a hole through a brick wall than get in a
fist fight with you.” He mumbled as he raised his eyebrows before smiling
widely. “As long as you’re happy too.”
“If experience stays true, then that shouldn’t be a problem,” he said and
pecked a kiss to Stiles’ nose. “Now go to sleep, Ferret.”
“Oh my God, why is that one sticking?” He asked with a groan.
“Because you told me not to use it,” Derek said with a laugh.
“Then I guess I’m going to have to start using Dery-Beary again.” He grinned at
him.
Derek rolled his eyes, “Not in public. Erica would never let me live that
down.” He said, adjusting his pillow and closing his eyes.
“If you use ‘Ferret’ in public, I can’t make you any promises that I won’t
keep.” He murmured before he closed his eyes again. “When I have to take a
shower in the morning, do you want to come with? Or are you going to escape
when you wake up?”
“I’ll stay until you leave for school, I made that promise I intend to keep
it.” Derek said, kissing Stiles’ forehead. “Taking a shower together might
depend on if your dad is still here when we wake up.”
“Why? Were you thinking of having a quickie of something in the shower?” He
asked softly, starting to feel himself drifting off.
Derek hummed, “I’m not opposed to the idea.” He said quietly, smiling a little.
Stiles smiled a little at that and nodded. “Mmhmm...That would be nice. I have
to go grocery shopping tomorrow after school but uh, is there anything I can
pick up for you? We may as well have something to recharge us if we’re having a
bang fest.”
“I don’t know of anything, but if I get any ideas I’ll text you.” He murmured,
“I’ll have your drawing too. So there’s that.” He said, his tiredness slipping
into his voice. He hadn’t really paid attention to it, but the longer he lie
there the more sleepy he was getting.
“Mmmm. I’ll buy junk food then. It feels right to load up on junk after sex.”
He mumbled, yawning lightly. “Y’know, I kind of wanna sleep on your chest. It
sounds comfy. Unless you can’t sleep on your back.”
“I can sleep on my back,” Derek mumbled, stifling a yawn of his own. “Here,” he
said, shifting around onto his back and lazily pulled at Stiles. He wasn’t
awake enough anymore to actually pull Stiles on top of himself.
Stiles slowly moved to lay on Derek’s chest after he turned off the light. “Oh
my God, why are you so comfy?” He asked softly, yawning as he closed his eyes
again. “Stupid perfect wolf.” He mumbled.
Derek laughed, wrapping his arms around Stiles back and lacing his fingers
together. “Go to sleep, little ferret.”
“Mmkay, that sounds very good....Dery-Beary.” He said softly, feeling himself
drifting off again. Derek hummed, giving Stiles a gentle squeeze, kissing the
top of his head. He unlaced his fingers, working them under Stiles shirt to
massage his hands against Stiles’ back.
Stiles let out a low moan of content and mumbled something that was complete
gibberish. He nuzzled his cheek against Derek’s chest for a few moments before
he finally drifted off to sleep.
***** Mourning Wood *****
Derek let out a short laugh through his nose, continuing to rub at Stiles’ back
until eventually he woke up to the sound of Stiles’ alarm going off. He
groaned, “What kind of alarm is that?” He mumbled, the song catchy a little,
but too loud. He turned his head, pressing one of his ears against his pillow,
but all that did was make it louder to his uncovered ear.
Stiles slept with his mouth open the whole time, unfortunately that meant that
he drooled all over Derek’s chest and his own face. He snored a little as he
slept before he groaned a little at the song. “Noooo.....five more minutes.” He
mumbled, nuzzling his wet face against Derek’s soaked chest.
“Stiles,” Derek groaned, feeling the wetness on his chest after Stiles moved.
“Oh my God, Stiles, get up.” He said wiping at his chest, grimacing at his hand
and down at Stiles.
“Nnnnnnnnn.” He groaned again, hooking his arms under Derek’s so he could
cuddle for a few more minutes.
Derek sighed through his nose, wiping his half-dried hand on Stiles’ face.
“Stiles, you drooled everywhere,” he said, his voice half-whining.
Stiles groaned and moved at the feeling of Derek wiping it on him and slowly
sat up. He blinked slowly, staring at Derek as he tried to wake up before he
slowly grinned and wiped his hand on the drool on Derek’s chest before he wiped
it on his boyfriend’s face. “Marking my territory.”
“I’m going to kill you.” Derek said lowly, narrowing his eyes at Stiles. He sat
up as best he could with Stiles still on top of him, wiping at his chest and
his face.
Stiles grinned sleepily, cupping Derek’s face in his hands before he kissed him
softly. “No you won’t.” He stated after pulling away before he got to his feet
and grabbed his phone. “Also, I’m dubbing this as one of our many songs.”
“What the hell is it anyway?”Derek asked, sitting up more and making sure he
was completely drool free by way of using Stiles’ bed sheets.
“Wild Ones by Flo Rida and Sia. It’s totally my jam.” He smiled at him before
he took his shirt off.
“Time to take a shower, if you wanna actually take those jeans off.”
“I need one since you decided to drool on me all night,” Derek grumbled. “Give
me a sec,” he said and held up a hand as he focused his hearing. He heard
Stiles, the water in the pipes in the walls, the hum of the electricity, but
nothing else. Stiles’ dad was already gone for work. He nodded as he lowered
his hand, “Your dad doesn’t stay home much does he?” Derek asked, working off
his socks before he stood up and started to work off his jeans.
“Well, because of me, he’s probably got a lot of work on his plate right now.”
Stiles mumbled, feeling really badly again as he scratched at his head. He
looked back at Derek and slowly smiled as he watched him get undressed. “God, I
still can’t believe I get to wake up to someone like you.”
Derek laughed, “Try not to get used to it too much. Until things die down with
the Kanima, the Argents.. I don’t know how often we’ll be able to get to do
things like this,” he said, striding over to where Stiles was standing, resting
his hands on Stiles’ hips.
“Yeah, I know but that just means that when it’s all over, we can keep sleeping
over with each other.” Stiles smiled up at him as he moved his arms around his
waist. “Especially during summer break when we don’t have I worry about me
going to school.”
“Hmmm, that’s definitely something to look forward to,” Derek said with a
smirk. He ducked his head forward, pressing his lips against Stiles’.
Stiles kissed him back and ran his fingers through Derek’s hair as he slowly
deepened the kiss. He smiled a little and nipped lightly at his lip before he
pulled away. “So we don’t have to worry about making a little noise in the
shower?”
Derek followed Stiles’ mouth, sighing a little. “Might not want to go for
screaming my name, but yeah. No worries.” He said with a laugh.
“Aw, damn. I’d absolutely love screaming your name. Also, I want you to really
bite my neck and mark it, since we don’t have to really hide what we are as
much as we used to.” He grinned up at him as he traced Derek’s jaw lightly.
“You think you can make that happen?”
Derek laughed, “I can do that.” He said and nodded towards Stiles’ bathroom.
“How much time do we have?” Derek asked, looking at Stiles.
Stiles thought about it and checked his phone. “I don’t have to leave for
almost an hour.” He replied before tossing it onto his bed.
“Good,” Derek said. “We have some time then.” He said and nipped at Stiles’
nose.
“Yeah, and that’s only for if I wanna be early.” The teen grinned at him,
pulling away from him so he could shimmy out of his boxers and kick them aside.
Derek hummed, “I think you can stand to be a little late.” He said, taking
Stiles’ chin in his hand, tilting it upwards a little before pressing their
lips together. He closed the distance between them, wrapping Stiles in his arms
as he deepened the kiss, pressing their mouths together more urgently. Stiles
grinned as he kissed him back, moving his arms around his shoulders so he could
keep him close. He gently nipped at Derek’s bottom lip before running his
tongue along it.
Derek sighed against Stiles’ mouth, their noses bumping together as he pressed
his tongue out against Stiles’. He slid his hands down Stiles’ back, gently
grazing the skin. He worked his tongue into Stiles’ mouth, humming a little.
Stiles made a small noise of content against his mouth as he lowered a hand and
lightly ran his nails over his back. He did it very lightly at first before he
began to add more pressure each time. Derek moaned a little into Stiles’ mouth,
having to break the kiss a moment. “Mmmm, bed?” He asked, resting his forehead
against Stiles’.
Stiles couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “Bed first? Yeah, bed is good.” He
traced his back softly before moving to bite down on his shoulder hard.
“Mmmm, hard to stand up in a shower,” Derek murmured. He bent at the knees a
little when Stiles bit him, sighing out a strangled moan. “You’re evil.” He
whispered, leaning his head to the side. Stiles slowly smirked and continued to
bite over his shoulder and leave indents. Derek groaned, his boxers not exactly
hiding his eagerness anymore. He did his best not to jostle Stiles as he backed
himself towards the bed, falling back on it when the mattress caught the backs
of his knees.
Stiles laughed as he pulled away, moving to climb onto Derek’s lap. “I love how
excited you get when I do this to you.” He said softly, moving to the other
side before he latched on.
Derek opened his mouth to retort, but just ended up moaning out Stiles’ name.
He reached under Stiles’ legs, struggling a little to get his own boxers off.
Stiles grinned before he lifted up a little so he could help Derek get them
down. “I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sounds of you
being my bitch.”
“I thought you were the bitch,” Derek said breathily as he worked his boxers
off finally, having to jiggle his foot to kick them off completely. “That’s
what you called yourself.”
“Well, considering the noises you’re making right now, I’m gonna have to say
you’re currently the bitch.”
“Funny,” Derek said with a laugh. “You gonna keep sassing or are you going to
let me fuck you?” He asked, grinning up at him.
Stiles felt his insides twist and his mind almost stopped working right for a
moment. “Uh...Yeah, I’m totally gonna let you fuck me. That sounds really,
yeah.” He slowly grinned, bending down so he could rest their foreheads
together.
Derek laughed, “See, look at that. I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re
babbling,” Derek said, flicking his eyes towards the bedside table. “You
wanna...” He said, letting his voice trail.
Stiles glanced back at the table, nodding before he climbed off of his lap.
“Well, if I was totally hot and started talking about fucking you, you’d
probably break too.” He pointed out, rummaging through his end table. “Also,
look what I bought, due to a past conversation.” He slowly grinned at him as he
pulled out a small bottle of cherry flavored lube and showed it to him.
Derek took the bottle from him frowning at it before raising an eyebrow up at
Stiles. “This probably tastes like shit.” He said and flipped the cap of it
open, squeezing a small dab onto the tip of his finger and tasting it. He
shrugged, running his tongue along his teeth.
“Okay, that’s actually not bad.” He admitted, turning the bottle in his hands.
“Though depending on what all you’re wanting this morning we might be better
off saving it for tonight.”
Stiles dabbed a bit on Derek’s finger since it was already wet anyways and took
it in his mouth before he sucked lightly at it. “Mmmm.” He nodded in approval
before he pulled away. “We totally have to use this. Also, it’s the only lube I
have. Maybe we can go to a sex shop one of these days and buy things for future
reference.”
“Well if it’s all you have then we don’t have much choice,” he said, eyeing
Stiles’ mouth. He brushed his hand against Stiles’ cheek. “Tell me, what do you
want this morning?”
Stiles shrugged his shoulders again, smiling a bit wider as he stared into his
eyes. “As long as I get fucked by you, I’m not too picky right now.”
Derek smiled, hanging his head for a second before looking back up at Stiles.
“I’ll be sure and plan something special tonight then,” he said and leaned his
head forward to kiss Stiles briefly. “Can I make a request for right now?”
“Of course you can make a request. If you ever get any ideas involving us, feel
free to let me know the moment you think of them.” He murmured, kissing him
again quickly after he spoke.
“I think it’d be really, really hot if you were on top,” Derek said softly,
biting at his lower lip was he waited for Stiles’ approval. He felt weird, too
submissive, but he didn’t want Stiles to be uncomfortable. Even if he thought
Stiles would be alright with it. He still felt bad about the first time they’d
been together, being so caught up in the pleasure he couldn’t ask if things
were okay. It wasn’t being a good Dom.
Stiles slowly smiled after at him, cocking his head as he ran his fingers
through his hair. “As in riding you right?” He asked curiously as he shifted
his hips down a bit so he could sit back and begin stroking Derek slowly. He
really just wanted to make it hard for him to think straight. He ran his thumb
along the head of his cock before he moved back down, humming lightly to
himself in content.
“Mmhmm,” Derek managed. He sighed out a breath, resting his head back against
the mattress. He tossed the bottle on the mattress near the pillows.
“Yeah, that’s something I can totally do.” He said softly, grinning a little at
him. “So uh, do you need anything else before we start getting into this? We
also need to talk more about your kinks one of these days so that we can try
more things that would sound super awesome.”
“Nope, I’m good right now,” Derek said with a smile. “We’ll have to talk more
about yours too. Once you figure more out.”
Stiles nodded, leaning down to kiss him softly as he began to move his hands
slower. He slowly grinned against his mouth and nipped against his lip lightly
before he kissed down his jaw and neck. Once he found a good spot again on his
shoulder, he bit down.
Derek lifted his hips into Stiles’ touch, wanting him to go faster. He breathed
heavily, wrapping his hands around Stiles’ waist and massaging them around to
Stiles’ ass.
Stiles moved his hands slower when he moved his hips, snickering a little
against his skin before he bit harder. He was curious to see how Derek would
react again and bit just hard enough to draw a little bit of blood.
Derek let out a heavy sigh, groaning in agitation at Stiles purposely going
slower. It transformed into a moan as Stiles bit down even harder. “Oh my God.”
He said through his teeth, digging his fingertips into Stiles’ ass and dragging
him forward.
Stiles moved a little beside the bite before he did it again. He was really
enjoying getting Derek to sound like that, and so he was going to keep doing it
until he drove Derek completely wild. He ran his tongue along the mark his
teeth left before biting again.
Derek sucked in a breath between his teeth, sighing it back out. “Fuck,” he
whispered, pressing his face against Stiles’ shoulder before letting it fall
back. “Harder,” he said, reaching a hand up to rest on the back of Stiles’
neck. “Please.”
Stiles pulled away a little and looked back at Derek’s face. “Are you sure?” He
asked curiously, not wanting to actually hurt him even though he was so much
stronger than Stiles was.
“Unless you don’t want to?” Derek said, raising an eyebrow up at Stiles. “You
can’t hurt me, Stiles. Look at my shoulder already,” he said and glanced over
at it himself. “I’m fine - its healed even now.”
Stiles glanced back at his shoulder and nodded before he kissed the healed skin
softly. “Alright, alright, I was just making sure.” He smiled a little before
he bit down hard, just like Derek wanted.
“I understand,” he said, grunting when Stiles immediately bit down even harder
than before. He closed his eyes tight, short gasping breaths sucking in and out
through his teeth. “Fuck, perfect,” he moaned out, the pain coming from where
Stiles bit down exactly what he was wanting. His fingers drug up Stiles’ back,
his other hand still on Stiles’ neck.
Stiles smiled a little and was glad that he wasn’t hurting him. He bit a little
harder before he pulled away and ran his tongue along it slowly. “Ready to fuck
me?” He asked with a light laugh. “Or should I make you keep waiting? I wonder
if I can get you off by just biting you.”
“Another day,” Derek sighed out, laughing a little. “But yeah, I’m ready.” He
said and relocated the lube, hesitating, “Since you’ll be on top would you want
to do the honors?” He asked.
Stiles nodded at that, taking it from him before he took a slow breath. He
kissed Derek quickly before he popped it open and coated his fingers with it.
He rubbed his fingers together to warm it a little before he lowered his hand
and slowly pushed two of them into himself. He bit his lip and closed his eyes,
letting out a sharp breath through his nose as he began to slowly move his
fingers. “S-Still not as good as the real thing.” He said softly.
Derek ginned, gently taking the bottle from Stiles’ hand and putting some onto
his fingers too, warming it before slicking himself up. “You have really sexy
expressions when you’re touching yourself.” He murmured, leaning forward and
pressing a kiss to Stiles’ neck.
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He laughed lightly, tilting his head a bit
to give him better access to his neck. “Maybe one of these days, I’ll make you
some videos or something to entertain yourself when we can’t be near each
other.”
Derek hummed, pressing a second and then a third kiss to Stiles neck before
gently biting down. He didn’t bite down for long, licking at Stiles’ neck
before biting at another spot, a little harder this time.
Stiles cursed under his breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “Fuck, Derek.
I’m starting to realize why you like being bitten so much.” He said softly,
pushing his fingers into himself deeper and causing him to groan before he
pulled them out. “Okay, uh - fuck, I can’t not...I just need you in me now,
yeah.” He mumbled, trying to get his thoughts together but was failing even
more at this point.
He reached down to lightly grip the base of Derek’s erection and steady himself
before he slowly lowered onto him with a low moan. “J-Jesus, fuck.” He breathed
out, tilting his head back once he was seated on his lap.
Derek laughed, “All right, just - mmf,” he said, cutting off and biting his
teeth into his lower lip as Stiles pressed himself down onto him. Suddenly his
cock was warm and moist and being pressed against and he groaned out.
“Fucking hell, Stiles.” He managed, blinking a couple times before looking up
at Stiles. He reached out to him, grabbing his thighs and rubbing them a few
times.
Stiles laughed breathlessly, shifting a little as he placed his hands on his
shoulders to keep himself steady. “Nice to see I’m not to only one that loses
their ability to talk.” He winked at him before he began to slowly move above
him. He cursed under his breath and closed his eyes, trying to focus on getting
a steady pace.
Derek chuckled, grunting as Stiles began to move. He stretched his fingers out,
scratching them a little into Stiles’ thighs before running his palms over the
marks. He snaked his tongue between his lips, wetting them as he kept his gaze
locked on Stiles’ face.
Stiles gasped and let out a moan as he canted his hips at the feeling of his
nails on his skin. “Holy fuck.” He whispered, biting his lip for a moment and
furrowing his eyebrows before he began to move faster once he was used to it.
He bent down so he could bury his face in Derek’s chest, biting at him so he
could muffle his moans a little.
Derek tilted his head back, groaning as Stiles bit his chest. He sat up
carefully and slowly so as not to mess up Stiles rhythm, leaning his mouth down
to Stiles’ neck. He propped himself up on his left arm, using the right to tilt
Stiles head up, sucking at the skin under his lips and grazing his teeth there
as he attempted to add upwards thrusts of his own to Stiles’ motions. Stiles
gasped out and bucked his hips, losing his rhythm for a few moments as he
cursed again. He let out a low whine and kissed him deeply to muffle his moans,
lifting a hand to tangle in Derek’s hair so the he could keep him close. He
lightly bit at his lip, smiling a bit wider as he dug his nails deep into his
shoulder.
“Sorry,” Derek laughed out when Stiles lost his rhythm for a moment. He lost
his tongue to Stiles’ mouth for a moment, still thrusting upwards as Stiles bit
at his lip. He sucked in a sharp breath as Stiles pressed his nails hard into
his shoulder. “Mmmm, fuck,” he forced out, ducking his lips down to Stiles’
neck. He growled lightly as he carefully rolled on the bed so Stiles was under
him now. He bit down a little hard as he pressed his hips against Stiles,
rotating them forward a few times.
Stiles laughed a little when Derek rolled them over, moving his legs around his
waist loosely. He moved his arms around him and bit his lip again as he stared
up into his eyes for a moment. He let out soft moans when Derek moved, lifting
his hips a little before he tilted his head back. “Fuck...” He whispered as he
closed his eyes, digging his nails deep into his back before he slowly dragged
them down.
Derek didn’t let up on where he was biting Stiles’ neck, keeping the same
pressure. He let out a little moan against Stiles’ neck, making his thrusts
press down a little faster, a little harder. He reached his hand between them,
wrapping his fingers around Stiles’ cock and sliding his fingers up and down,
the loose skin over it moving with his hand’s movements.
Stiles cursed and bucked his hips up against Derek’s hand as he felt his
insides twist. He moaned out Derek’s name as one of his hands dropped down to
his bed so that he could grip the sheets tightly while the other moved up to
the back of his neck. “J-Jesus, Derek...Y-You keep that up and I’m gonna -
fuck...ing come.” He tried to get out between his moans.
“Be a good boy, just a little bit longer,” Derek said quietly to him after
pulling his teeth away from Stiles’ neck. The imprint was clear as day and no
one would miss it unless they were blind. He traced his tongue along the
imprint, kissing the untouched center gently. He slowed his hand on Stiles’
cock, sitting up a little and gripping his free hand into the blankets, rocking
his hips against Stiles. He was so close himself, but he wanted to stay like
this just a few moments longer. Trying to make the most out of this moment -
the fear of not actually being able to meet up tonight creeping into his mind.
He pushed it back, focusing on Stiles’ face, the feel of him, his warmth and
the sounds he made.
Stiles reached out so he could take Derek’s hand and lace their fingers
together, stretching his other arm over his head before he gripped the sheet
tightly. He nodded a little, whining in some protest as he tried to keep some
control of himself. “Trying...It’s hard.” He whispered, tilting his head back
as he rocked back against his hips. “You make it so hard...” He shifted a
little and closed his eyes tightly, gripping Derek’s hand tighter.
“All right,” Derek sighed out, brushing his nose against Stiles’ bite mark
before pulling back to press their lips together. “When you’re ready,” he
breathed against his lips, pressing against him faster again. He moved his hand
on Stiles’ cock faster too, resting their foreheads together.

Stiles nodded quickly, lightly biting Derek’s lip when they kissed before he
had to pull away. He moaned out Derek’s name when he came, throwing his head
back as he moaned louder and bucked his hips to ride out his climax.
Derek grunted when Stiles bucked, keeping up his thrusts for just a few moments
longer than Stiles had. His eyes snapped open as he came, moaning out as his
eyes flashed bright red. He closed his eyes as he finished, huffing out heavy
breaths as he held himself over Stiles, not moving an inch until he felt
himself more in control of his body. He carefully pulled out, flopping onto the
bed on his back, panting through his mouth. “Fucking Christ,” he breathed,
reaching up to brush a hand through his hair.
Stiles bit his lip and shifted at the feeling of the loss of Derek, slowly
rolling over so that he could curl up against him. “That was awesome.” He
murmured through his heavy breathing, giving him a dazed smile as he traced his
abs with the tip of his finger. “Now I really, really don’t want to go to
school.”
“Hmmm, you have to go,” Derek said softly, eyes still closed as he wrapped his
arm behind Stiles’ back. “I could drive you.” He offered, nuzzling his face
into the space between Stiles’ head and the bed.
Stiles nodded at that, humming in content as he traced his side. “You could,
but then I need to drive home after school.”
Derek hummed thoughtfully. “Point taken.” He said, not seeing a logistical way
that he could do it and not have it be a pain in the ass. He caught Stiles’
hand and laced their fingers together, smirking. “You gonna take that shower
still?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at him as he lifted his head to see
Stiles’ face.
“Give me a minute to get the feeling back in my legs.” Stiles said with a light
laugh. “But yeah, I’m gonna get in. You can come if you want, if you aren’t
going to be a giant distraction.” He slowly grinned at him.
Derek laughed, “I think I can manage to make shower time, shower time if you
can manage not to be distracted just by me being there.” He teased, grinning
back.
“Well, I can’t promise anything but I’ll do my best to not be distracted by
your body.” Stiles replied, looking him over again before he cursed under his
breath. “How much do you freaking work out?”
“At least an hour a day, if I can manage the time. Most days I just keep up
Erica and Isaac’s training. Seems like no matter what I do, Boyd thinks he’s
fine.” Derek said with a sigh and looked over at Stiles.
“Maybe after the full moon he’ll change his mind.” Stiles shrugged a little.
“And maybe one of these days I’ll take some pointers from you so that I can
actually bulk up a little.”
“Hmmm, if you want,” Derek said with a shrug. “How much time do we have left?”
He asked lifting their entwined hands to his mouth to kiss Stiles’ fingers.
Stiles grinned when Derek kissed his fingers, moving to kiss him softly before
reaching for the phone. “Uh, half an hour. Maybe I should just go about
smelling like you and shower in gym.”
Derek laughed, “No objections here.” He said and while Stiles was still staring
at his phone he sat up, giving Stiles’ ass a swift slap before getting off the
bed to locate his clothes.
Stiles yelped a little at the slap and dropped his phone before looking back at
Derek with wide eyes as he thought about things. “Uh....So how do you feel
about spanking in the bedroom?”
Derek laughed, glancing over his shoulder at Stiles as he pulled his boxers on.
“Not for myself, but if you like it I can work with that.” He said and grabbed
his jeans, pulling them up after stepping into them.
Stiles nodded and got to his feet so he could go behind Derek and grab his butt
as he moved to rest his chin on his shoulder. “That sounds really, really
nice.”
Derek hummed, leaning back against him. “I almost wish that I could go with you
to school.” He muttered, smiling.
“Last time I checked, you’ve walked into the school several times already with
no one noticing.” He pointed out, kissing his neck. “If you get really bored,
sneak in and I’ll see you during lunch.”
“Yes, but that was before the Argents were in charge of it.” Derek said,
turning and facing Stiles. “I’ll see what I can do though, maybe I’ll get
lucky.” He said and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ forehead. “You’ll text me if
anything happens with Jackson?” He asked, stepping away so he could locate his
shirt.
“True...” Stiles said softly, trying to think about it as he watched Derek
finish getting dressed before he slowly got into his own clothes. “And yeah, of
course I will. Maybe we can actually go out to lunch or something?”
“How long of a lunch break do they give you?” Derek asked, frowning. He pulled
his shirt on over his head and located his jacket, pulling out his cigarettes
and popping one between his lips. He didn’t light it, still waiting for Stiles’
answer.
“An hour.” Stiles replied, opening his window for Derek. “Just be careful not
to make the fire alarm go off.” He smiled a little at him, going back to him
before he kissed the side of his mouth.
“I’ll try,” Derek said with a laugh, sliding Stiles’ computer chair over to the
window. “If I show up around lunchtime I don’t want Scott freaking out.” He
said and leaned out the window a little, resting his arms on the sill after
lighting his cigarette. He made sure to stretch out his smoking hand as far as
was comfortable so the smoke wasn’t going to just get sucked back in through
the window.
“Yeah, that would probably be bad. I’ll sneak out and meet you in the parking
lot then. Or somewhere near it. Or we can meet up, since I just remembered the
Argents covered every fucking inch of the school except for the locker rooms in
cameras.” Stiles grumbled with a sigh.
“Of course they did,” Derek sighed, shaking his head. He wasn’t at all
surprised. It was a game to them and any way they could get the upper hand,
they’d take it.
Stiles watched Derek smoke, waiting for him to take a drag before he cupped his
face in his hands and kissed him. Guessing at what Stiles was wanting with the
kiss, Derek exhaled the drag he’d taken into Stiles mouth.
Stiles grinned a little and pulled away so he could exhale the smoke out
through the window. “Have you ever gotten a piercing?” Derek shook his head at
Stiles’ question.
“I’ve never wanted one. Why do you ask?”
“Sometimes when I get bored, I think about you in different scenarios. It’s an
ADHD thing, I don’t control them at all, they just sort of happen.” Stiles
replied, gently bumping his nose to Derek’s as he stayed bent at his level.
Derek hummed, nodding as he took a drag and pulled Stiles down onto his lap. He
hugged Stiles to his side, kissing him to shotgun him again. “I’m just still
waiting for you to decide on your tattoo. I’ve ordered some stuff to do it
already.”
Stiles grinned against his mouth, exhaling the smoke out again once he pulled
away. “We’ll need black ink. I know that much already.” He said softly.
“Actually, I think I’ve got just about all of it planned out.”
“Oh really?” Derek asked, raising his eyebrows over at Stiles. He took a drag
from his cigarette and leaned towards the window, exhaling it out. “What is
it?”
“Uh...” He cocked his head, trying to think of how he could come out with it.
“It’s a secret.” He said softly as he rested their foreheads together.
Derek laughed, shaking his head. “I can’t give you a tattoo if I don’t know
what it is.” He said, rubbing his hand across Stiles’ back. “But if you want to
wait to tell me that’s okay.”
“It’ll sound so stupid when I say it out loud.” He mumbled, looking up into his
eyes for a moment. “I’ll wait to tell you half, but uh, part of it, part of me
kind of wants to maybe incorporate something like...A banner that says ‘Running
with wolves’ because that’s basically my life story right now, and I was
thinking of getting some honeysuckle flowers along the bottom of the banner,
for my mom.”
Derek listened, carefully studying Stiles’ face as he heard Stiles’ idea. When
he was finished, Derek pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “That’s not stupid at
all. I think it’s sweet.” He said, brushing their noses together. “It has
meaning, you can’t go wrong with something like that.”
Stiles scrunched his face up for a moment before he smiled a little. “Yeah, I
think it all will really come together. Especially with the other part.” He
said softly, wondering if he should tell him yet.
“Which is...?” Derek asked, trailing off so Stiles could fill in the silence
with the last part of the tattoo. “If you really don’t want to say, it’s okay.
I just need to know what colors I’ll need for it.”
Stiles coughed a little, scratching at the back of his own neck as he looked
out the window. “I was kind of sort of thinking of getting a triskele.” He said
quickly.
Derek paused in lifting his cigarette to his lips, Stiles’ answer surprising
him. He didn’t know what to say to that, his face pinching into a thoughtful
scowl. He finally took a drag, exhaling it slowly. “Are you sure that’s what
you want?” He asked carefully. He didn’t understand why Stiles wanted that of
all things - the meaning behind it was important to Derek, it was a physical
reminder of his family, what he was. The reason Stiles might want it... The
thought scared him that Stiles cared about him that much already.
Stiles nodded slowly at that. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I built the
rest of my tattoo idea around it. Since the club, I realized that it would be
perfect. It would be the things that keep me balanced. Each part of the
triskelion would represent things that are my kind of like my anchors? The
things that keep me sane, really.” He said softly, taking Derek’s free hand so
he could intertwine their fingers. “I don’t know if I’m going to get it right
away, but I think those things are what I want my design to be.”
Derek nodded, tapping his ashes out the window, resting his wrist on the sill.
“I’ll let you know when I get the inks in. It might take a bit, depending on
when I get the chance to place the order.” He said quietly, resting his
forehead against Stiles’ shoulder. He gave him a small squeeze. “You should get
ready for school, if you don’t want to be late.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” Stiles murmured, running his fingers through Derek’s
hair as he closed his eyes for a few moments before he pulled away so he could
tilt Derek’s chin up and kiss him softly. “Do you want to watch some movies
tonight?” He asked as he climbed off of him so he could go through his
backpack.
Derek hummed, lingering his fingers against Stiles’ before he was out of reach.
“Sounds like a plan,” he said, turning the chair more towards the window,
leaning forwards so his chin could rest on his arms. “I’ll just be glad for all
this to be done.”
“What do you mean?” He asked curiously, making sure all of his homework and
books were in his bag before he zipped it up and slung it over his shoulder.
“Come down with me so we can get some breakfast.”
“Jackson, the Argents... I’m sick of feeling like I have to look over my
shoulder every day.” Derek said and tossed his cigarette out the window when
Stiles asked him to come with him for breakfast. He stood, grabbing his jacket
and draped it over his arm.
Stiles took his hand when he was close enough, nodding as he interlocked their
fingers. “Yeah, me too. At least we have each other.” He said with a shrug.
“And hopefully it’ll all be over soon and things we’ll calm down.”
“If it doesn’t, I’m going to steal you away and we’ll take a road trip
somewhere,” he said leaning over to press a kiss to Stiles’ temple. “Maybe I’ll
show you New York.”
“Oh my God, yes, please. Can we do this anyways? Just like leave for two or
three weeks in the summer and just go drive around? Oh my God, now you’re
making me want this really badly. I hate you for even suggesting it.” He
replied as he looked back at him.
Derek laughed, prodding Stiles’ side. “We’ll make plans when you finish school
this year. Come on, I’m getting hungry since you mentioned food.” He said,
smiling over at Stiles.
“I’m really hating you for suggesting an awesome road trip when I can’t go on
one yet.” He replied, shaking his head as he lead the way to the kitchen. “So
we don’t have the time to make a fancy breakfast, but I can try to figure out
something quick.”
“It’ll give you time to figure out where all you want to go at least,” Derek
said as he followed Stiles down the stairs. He sat his coat down in the living
room before coming back to the kitchen and sitting on one of the barstools.
“New York.” He replied simply, looking back at him with a grin on his face.
“So, do you like peanut butter because you just do, or does the wolf in you
like it?”
Derek rolled his eyes, resting his forearms on the center island in front of
him. “I just like it.” He said.
“Are you sure?” Stiles asked, opening his pantry so he could go through it.
“Can you eat chocolate?”
“You’re never gonna stop making dog jokes are you?” Derek asked, shaking his
head. “Of course I can eat chocolate.”
Stiles laughed and shook his head. “Of course not. Why would I ever stop?” He
winked at him before looking back at the pantry. “Uh...The only thing coming to
mind right now is making sandwiches.”
“Fine with me,” Derek said, shrugging. “It’s not the worst breakfast to have.”
“Well do you want a peanut butter and jelly, or Nutella? Also do you ever get
strange, random urges? Like...” Stiles paused for a moment, taking the small
jar of Nutella in his hand before he looked it over. “Like, I have the
strangest urge to lick this off of your body.”
Derek burst out laughing, ducking his face down before looking back up, and
covering his mouth with his hand for a second. “I’ll take the classic PB and J,
but fuck Stiles.” He said, laughing again. “I just.. Wow.”
Stiles grinned when he heard Derek laugh, looking back at him as he leaned
against the counter. “What? I’m a teenager, it’s a perfectly normal urge. See
one moment I want to watch movies with you and dip fruit in it, and then the
next I want to dip my fingers in it and suck it off of your skin.”
“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you,” he said, shaking his head as he grinned. “You
just caught me off guard with that.”
Stiles snickered and grabbed the bread and two knives so he could prepare their
sandwiches. “Good. I love catching you off guard. Keeps you on your toes.”
Derek let out a short huff, “I’m always on my toes.” He said defensively,
giving Stiles a little smirk.
“Can wolves tip-toe?” Stiles asked teasingly, putting two sandwiches on a plate
before he slid it over to him.
Derek grabbed the plate as Stiles slid it over, bringing it in front of him.
“Not actual wolves, that I’m aware of...” he said and took a bite out of the
top sandwich before waving it in Stiles’’ direction. “Y’know,” he started,
chewing a bit more and swallowing before he kept talking. “I should be
surprised with how wrong your research turns out to be. Then again, your best
friend’s a werewolf, your boyfriend’s a werewolf, your best friend’s girlfriend
is a werewolf hunter...” he trailed after he’d counted those out on his free
hand, watching Stiles as he took another bite of his sandwich.
Stiles found himself grinning when Derek said the word ‘boyfriend’ again,
really loving to hear that word come out of his mouth. “I don’t know about
that. I’m actually doing well so far. I just like using everything to make fun
of you. If I didn’t sass the hell out of you, who would?”
Derek just rolled his eyes, not bothering to list off Isaac and Erica as
culprits of sass. “If you ever have any actual questions, I can help,” Derek
said. “Until then I guess I’ll just have to develop a ‘sass-filter’ if that’s
possible.”
“Hey, you know what? I deserve the chance to sass people when it comes to
research.” He said with a laugh. “I’m probably the smartest when it comes to
this stuff with the whole monster thing because when I told Scott and Allison
about the Bestiary, they thought that I was really meaning bestiality.”
Derek snorted, nearly inhaling a bite of his sandwich. He managed to swallow it
instead of choking on it though. “Not defending them at all, because... Wow,
but it’s pronounced best-i-ary. Not beast-i-ary. At least, that’s how my family
always pronounced it.” He said, clearing his throat a couple times after.
“Oh well, excuse me.” Stiles snickered before snorting. “I find it a lot easier
to remember when I think beasts. Since you know, that what it’s filled with.
Kind of like saying how you’re the beast in bed, instead of the best in bed,
because you’re technically a beast once a month.” He winked at him.
“I’m a beast whenever I want,” he said and glanced up at Stiles. “I can show
you sometime.” He said with a small smirk. “If you want.”
“Oh my God.” Stiles groaned, tilting his head back as he rested his hands on
the counter. “I’m going to be thinking about that all day and if I pop a boner
in class I’m gonna be so pissed.”
Derek laughed, smiling. “I hope not, ‘cause that actually would be bestiality.
I think.” He said, quirking up an eyebrow as he took a bite of his sandwich.
Stiles groaned a little at that, bending down and letting his forehead drop
onto the counter. “I hate you so much.”
Derek smiled wider. “No, you don’t.” He said and sat down his half a sandwich,
walking around the island and wrapping his arms around Stiles’ waist. “You
really don’t.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He snickered, turning so he could move his arms around
Derek’s neck. “I’m too into you to dislike you even a little.” He said softly,
bumping their noses together.
Derek grinned at him and pecked a kiss to the tip of Stiles’ nose. “And I’m too
into you for the dog jokes to bother me that badly.” He said and laughed. “That
doesn’t mean go crazy with it though.”
Stiles grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “That doesn’t mean lessen it
either.” He said softly, running his fingers through his hair. “Can I see you
shift?” He asked curiously. “Also, have I ever made your emotions so crazy that
it was hard not to shift?”
Derek opened his mouth and the immediately closed it, raising an eyebrow. He
was definitely going to have to get used to Stiles’ scattered train of thought.
“If you really want to, and no. Not so far as that.” Derek tilted his head
back. “What form?” He asked.
“What do you mean what form?” Stiles asked, raising his eyebrows as he stared
at Derek.
“Well, there’s two. One you’ve seen, one you haven’t. Three if you count my
Alpha form.” He said with a half-shrug. “The one you haven’t seen is the one I
mentioned earlier. It’s something Laura taught me, and my mom taught her. We’re
the only ones I know who could do it.”
Stiles had to take a minute to think about what he had said and furrowed his
eyebrows. “Wait a minute, you mean you can turn into an actual wolf too? What
in the ever loving fuck? Oh my god.” He groaned, burying his face in Derek’s
neck. “Stop being awesome. Stop it.”
Derek laughed, wrapping his arms more around Stiles’ back. “It’s not like I’m
saying this to show off. You asked.” He said softly.
“I know, but still. For fuck sake, could you be any cooler?” He asked before
pausing. “Don’t answer that.”
Derek laughed, lightly bumping their foreheads together. “Make yourself
breakfast. Or take this other sandwich, I don’t need two.” He said and gestured
at his plate.
“I can eat on the way.” He smiled at him, running his fingers through his hair.
“So, uh, can I see you shift? Like normal one that everyone else can do. We’ll
save the other for another day.”
“Like, right now?” Derek asked, leaning his head a little into Stiles’ touch.
He really wanted to just keep Stiles with him all day, and he could probably
easily talk Stiles into it, but he knew he shouldn’t. “It’s not exactly pretty
to see, Stiles.”
“Yeah, right now.” He said softly, lowering his hand enough so he could run the
back of his fingers against his cheek. “If you do so, the moment I’m done being
grounded, I’ll take a day off and we’ll spend all day and night together.”
Derek sighed, “That’s a bribe, but all right.” He said and closed his eyes
taking a breath. It took a minute before the shift started - knowing that
Stiles was watching him made the whole thing a little weirder. When he was done
he slowly opened his eyes, everything tinted just ever so slightly in red. It
wouldn’t have been noticeable if it weren’t for the fact that the tan table now
looked browner.
Stiles watched Derek change, feeling his heart pick up in pace a little. He
cupped Derek’s face in his hands as he looked him over and ran his thumb along
his lip so he could tug it down just a little and look at his fangs. “Mmmm.” He
slowly smiled, looking back up into Derek’s eyes. “This just in, you’re still
kind of cute.”
Derek looked down, smirking around his fangs. “If you say so.”
“Okay, that’s a lie. You’re still hot and I am very attracted to you right now,
when I probably shouldn’t be.” Stiles stated.
“No, you shouldn’t.” Derek said and took a minute to shift back. When he was
finished, the only thing that lingered was his red eyes, which faded away last.
“Thank you though.”
“You know, when you have your eyes all red, it’s really, really fucking hot.
Like if we had the time, we would totally fuck on this counter. Or, maybe not,
because you know, people eat here, but yeah.”
Derek laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, not enough time and definitely not
where people eat.” He said with a grin.
“Oh my God, I want to uh, play Messy Twister with you. Let’s do that tonight.”
Stiles grinned up at him before he realized how random that sounded. “Okay, I
should probably explain that. I was thinking about you fucking me on your
tables or something, then that led to me remembering you’re an artist, and then
that led to us covering each other in paint and fucking on a Twister mat. And I
should probablytake my medicine.”
Derek couldn’t stop laughing for a minute shaking his head before tussling what
little hair Stiles had. “Go, I’ll be down here with my sandwich.”
Stiles laughed a little, resting his chin on Derek’s shoulder for a moment
before he pulled away. “So uh, thanks for staying patient with me and my mind.”
He smiled at him before he kissed his jaw and pulled away. Derek snuck in a
quick kiss on Stiles’ cheek before he’d dashed upstairs to grab his bottle of
pills from the bathroom. While he was gone, Derek located the box of sandwich
bags and put the uneaten one in it for Stiles, munching on what was left of the
one he’d been eating before.
Stiles soon came back down, grabbing a Coke from the fridge before he opened it
and took his medicine. “Also, for future reference, if I ever forget my
medicine when I sleep over at your place, you should keep at least one energy
drink on hand for me. I’ll probably stock you up on them, just in case.”
“I’ll just try and remember to make sure you have it,” Derek said and rubbed
his hands over the plate to get rid of any crumbs that were sticking to his
palms. He wiped at his mouth too. “Would your neighbors tell your dad if I
walked you out?” He asked, crossing his arms and resting them on the island.
“I’m bringing over energy drinks just in case. Also for if I take too much and
it gets me hyper again.” He said softly, kissing his nose once he was close to
him. “And uh....Probably not. Hopefully not.”
Derek laughed, “If they do, it’s not like your dad will be surprised I guess?”
He said with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve got a bad thing with him, it seems
like.”
“What do you mean?” He asked curiously before he noticed Derek had packed the
sandwich for him. “Oh my God, you’re cute.”
“I mean you two don’t really seem to get along, from what I’ve seen. Which I
get is partially because of the whole werewolf thing, but... I don’t know, I’m
probably out of line saying anything at all.” He said quietly.
“Well...It’s not that. It’s just lately, I’ve been uh...fucking his life up.”
Stiles admitted, scratching at his head. “With all this werewolf and Kanima
stuff, I’ve just been making everything harder on him. I mean, especially last
night. We’re normally really close, but right now...I’m just fucking his life
up again.” He said softly, feeling dull pains in his chest again and a small
lump in his throat as he felt past insecurities come back.
“Hey, no, no, stop that.” Derek said, stepping over to Stiles and pulling him
against his chest, holding him close. “It’s okay, it’s not like you’re trying
to on purpose. Shit happens.” He said.
Stiles slowly moved his arms around Derek’s waist, burying his face in his neck
as he began to tighten his grip on him. “Yeah, but the ideas I come up with
make everything worse.”
“I’m here, I’m going to be helping now. I don’t know how well I can, but I’m
going to do everything I can, okay?” Derek rubbed his hands along Stiles’
shoulders.
“Yeah.” Stiles said softly before coughing a little to clear his throat. “Hey,
uh....I want to show you something, before I go to school. You’ve shared a lot
of personal stuff with me, so...I should do the same.”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I just... I didn’t mean to drag shit up, I’m sorry,” he
said, squeezing Stiles against him a little tighter for a moment.
“No, no, it’s okay.” He said softly, hugging him just as tightly before he
pulled away and motioned for him to follow him upstairs to his room. Derek
nodded when Stiles told him he was okay; not pointing out the fact that he
could smell his anxiety still there. He waited in the doorway with crossed arms
while Stiles thought about something. He didn’t want Stiles to feel obligated
to share since Derek had, but he also wanted to learn more about Stiles.
Stiles looked conflicted about things for a moment when he got to his room
before he opened the drawer of his end table and rummaged through it for a
moment.
He swallowed hard when he found what he was looking for and pulled out an old
photograph before he held it out to Derek. In the picture was a young Stiles,
just barely nine, and he was fast asleep against a woman’s chest. Dark brown
locks of long hair framed her ashen face and nearly hid it completely, but she
had a fond, yet exhausted smile on her face as she held Stiles in her arms.
Underneath a red cardigan, she wore a hospital gown, along with a hospital
bracelet and an IV in one of her hands.
“This uh...This was the last picture I ever got with my mom.” He said quietly,
keeping his gaze down.
Derek uncrossed his arms and took the picture from Stiles, holding it gently in
his hands. He could see the resemblance immediately, the same dark hair, the
same angular nose; this had to be Stiles’ mom.
“She was a beautiful woman,” he said carefully, glancing up at Stiles. He held
the photo back out to him, feeling oddly like it was something he wasn’t
supposed to look at. Or at least hold longer than necessary.
Stiles nodded as he took the picture back so that he could put it away to keep
it safe. He felt the lump in his throat grow again and he felt like his stomach
was slowly tying itself into knots. He had to grip the end table for a moment
before he forced himself to breathe and slowly relax again. Derek hesitantly
reached out for Stiles as he tried to compose himself. He seemed to be better a
little before Derek had even touched him though, so he let his hand fall back
to his side.
“It was taken...Uh...It was taken the night before she died.” Stiles finally
softly, turning back to Derek and stepping closer to him. He knew that now that
he was talking about it, he wasn’t going to be able to stop himself. He knew he
was going to be a little late to school if he started crying, but at the moment
he didn’t care. Derek deserved to know something big about him. “I was with
her. When she died.” Derek’s eyebrows knitted together and he covered both
sides of Stiles’ hand with his own when Stiles took his hand.
“I didn’t know...” He said quietly, rubbing the back of Stiles’ hand. He didn’t
want to say he was sorry, the stupid platitude he’d grown to loathe any time
someone found out about his own loss.
Stiles coughed lightly to clear the lump in his throat, blinking hard to make
sure that he could hold everything in, just in case. He glanced up at Derek for
a moment, forcing a small smile. “There’s no way you could’ve known.” He said
softly before sighing and looking away again.
“There was a...There was an accident. Dad couldn’t leave work, and so I uh...I
was at the hospital alone. She was reading me my favorite book. Where the Wild
Things Are. She and my dad used to always joke that I was kind of like Max.
Fuck, I remember that she had made me this pajama set when I was really little,
and it was just like his. Had wolf ears and everything.” He had to take a
moment to stop talking, closing his eyes tightly again as he felt himself
starting to shake.
“And uh, so we were reading, and when she was done reading, she was getting
really tired and needed to just rest for a little bit. I remember, we kept
talking and I told her about school, and Lydia, and how I was going to stay at
Scott’s that weekend and have a really cool sleepover. And it got quiet for a
minute, and she uh…” He trailed off, worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth.
“She told me that she loved me, that she was proud of me, and that I needed to
tell my dad that she loved him more than anything in the world, and that
everything would be okay. I remember asking her why she wouldn’t tell Dad that
herself, and that I loved her too. After that...It’s all...It’s all a blur. I
remember the loud beeping, the doctors rushing in, and then Mrs. McCall’s
trying to talk to me and my dad’s arms around me the next moment. I didn’t
understand. I didn’t want to understand.” He closed his eyes tightly, feeling
his eyes glaze over again as he tried to stop himself from falling apart, but
he couldn’t stop it. He wiped at his eyes when he started to cry, hating that
he was doing this in front of Derek.
“I didn’t see her again until the funeral. I kept asking, and asking everyone
about my mom before it but...They just kept saying she wasn’t coming home and
that she was gone. I wouldn’t accept it. And then...Then I saw her laying
there. And....And I had my first panic attack.”
Derek just kept rubbing his hands against Stiles’ as he spoke, a frown crossing
his features the further into the story Stiles got. He stepped over to the bed,
leading Stiles with him and pulling him down to sit on his lap. He rested his
forehead on Stiles’ shoulder. He couldn’t find any words to say that would be
appropriate, that could be comforting enough to help Stiles feel better about
his mom. He was sure that Stiles being with her had probably made her final
moments easier for her, but what comfort would that be to Stiles?
With nothing in his mind sounding right to say, he just sat there and gently
rubbed his hand along Stiles’ back.
Stiles buried his face in Derek’s jacket, moving his arms tightly around him as
he finally let himself break down. Once he allowed himself to let go, he
couldn’t stop the heaving sobs that slowly made his ribs start to hurt from the
force that they came out with. He gripped Derek’s jacket tightly, keeping his
eyes closer tightly. He soon tried to cover his mouth, trying to muffle the
sounds that came out as his throat tightened.
The more he cried, the more he hurt, but he couldn’t stop himself. He never
talked about his mother’s death in that much detail with anyone, even the nice
therapist he had gone to when he was a kid, but with Derek it just all seemed
to come pouring out.
Stiles slowly started to calm himself down, remembering that he needed to go to
school. That he needed to look normal, like everything was okay. He couldn’t go
to school with swollen eyes and a tear stained face. Not like he had in
elementary school when he had finally gone back for the first time after the
funeral. Not like he had when he realized that he would never get to go home
and play games with his mom, or have her read to him ever again.
Derek gripped Stiles just as tightly as Stiles was gripping him. He tried to
numb himself to Stiles’ sobs, but they wracked through him as much as they did
Stiles. He rocked him back and forth, murmuring random phrases of comfort.
“It’s okay, I got you,” Derek repeated, over and over like a prayer. “I’m right
here.”
***** Half-Day *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Stiles slowly calmed down, Derek’s presence comforting him so much. He slowly
reduced his sobs to sniffles and light hiccups, closing his eyes as he rocked
with him. His grip on Derek’s shoulder slowly lessened as he slowly relaxed and
listened to Derek’s breathing to help soothe him. He didn’t want to leave
Derek’s arms at all and wished that he could just stay in them for the rest of
the day.
“Stay with me,” Derek whispered once Stiles had calmed down a little. “Don’t go
to school, just take the day. I don’t care what your dad says, I’ll talk to him
myself if he says anything. I’ll take you to pick up your school work or you
can have Scott drop it off - I don’t care. Just don’t leave like this.”
“I don’t know if I can stay.” Stiles replied softly, his voice a little hoarse
from crying. “I’ve got a lot of important stuff to do and I can’t just...stay
home because I did something stupid like this.” He sniffled as he rubbed his
eyes to wipe away the last of his tears as he held him a bit tighter with his
other arm.
“Stiles, no. This isn’t something that you should ever think of as stupid. You
can stay home,” Derek said and leaned his face against Stiles’ shoulder. “But
if you do go, at least wait until you’re feeling completely better.”
Stiles groaned a little and buried his face in Derek’s chest again. “Ugh. I
don’t think I’ve really cried like that in a long, long time. Especially in
front of anyone.”
Derek nodded, brushing his fingers against Stiles hair. “It’s okay, it happens
to everyone at some point.” He said and then shrugged a little. “Well, normal
people.”
“I want to stay with you, I really do.” Stiles said softly, pulling away a
little so he could sit back and wiped at his face. “I, uh...I’m sorry you had
to see that.”
Derek shook his head, kissing Stiles’ forehead when Stiles finished wiping at
his eyes. “You don’t have to apologize. Certainly never for that.” He said and
brushed his fingers against Stiles’ cheek. “Is there anything I can do?”
Stiles shook his head, smiling a little at him. “Just keep doing what you’re
doing. It’s really helping.” He said softly, placing his hand on top of
Derek’s.
Derek smiled softly, leaning his head back against Stiles’ shoulder. “Good.” He
said quietly, “Because I much prefer hearing you laugh.”
Stiles slowly smiled wider at that and felt his heart beat a little faster. He
kissed his head softly, rubbing his back gently as he hummed in content. “Me
too, and I can say the same about you.” He said softly. He was slowly realizing
just how hard he was actually falling for Derek, and he felt like he should be
frightened by it, but he didn’t feel anything like that at all. He just felt
really happy and lucky to even have a boyfriend like Derek. “What if I started
making mix CDs? Would you listen to them?”
“I suppose if you wanted me to?” Derek said questioningly, lifting his head up
to quirk an eyebrow at him.
Stiles smiled at that and nodded as he rested their foreheads together. “I
think it would be fun.” He said softly as he rubbed his back. “So, uh, thanks.
For all of this.” He added as he motioned between the two of them.
“I’m just glad you shared with me, you didn’t have to.” Derek murmured,
brushing their noses together.
“Count us as even for now.” Stiles murmured softly, smiling a little as he
sniffled and stared into his eyes. “Ugh, just uh, thanks again. For literally
being my shoulder to cry on. I’m going to try to not make a habit of it.”
“If you’ve learned anything about me, I’ll always come when you call. So if you
need me, tell me. I don’t mind if it means you’ll be okay.” He said and moved
his hand from Stiles’ cheek so he could boop his nose. “Are you? Okay, I mean.”
Stiles crossed his eyes when Derek booped his nose, laughing a little at that.
“Uh, I’m not at a hundred percent, but I’m doing better.” He said softly before
he slowly grinned. “If I howled would you hear it?”
Derek laughed, “Probably not. The pack howl doesn’t really work for humans.”
Derek said. “Though I think you could howl a lot better than Scott’s first
attempt.”
“Does it work for humans with access to megaphones?” Stiles asked with a smile
before he started to laugh. “Oh God, I wish I recorded that. It sounded like a
dying cat.”
Derek laughed, “I think dying cats sound even better than he did.” He said,
shaking his head. “But I don’t know, I’ve never tested it.”
Stiles nodded, running his fingers through Derek’s hair for a moment before he
slowly grinned at him. “Aaa-oooooooo....” He howled lightly.
Derek laughed silently, shaking his head. “Definitely better than Scott. Though
if you were seriously trying to howl for me you’d have to be louder.”
“Well no shit.” Stiles laughed at that, gently bumping their foreheads
together. “That was my ‘I’m probably mocking my boyfriend’ howl.”
Derek rolled his eyes, “I’m dating a dork.” He mumbled with a smile. “A cute,
sexy dork.”
“Oh, so I’m sexy?” Stiles grinned at him before he forced himself to get off of
his lap. “Ugh, I better get going to school before I change my mind and go home
with you for the day. Or week...Maybe even a year.”
Derek sighed, hanging his head for a second before nodding. “Yeah, I guess you
have to.” Derek said and got to his feet. “I’ll walk you out and then head
home. Am I still meeting you for lunch then?”
Stiles nodded at that and stepped closer to Derek before he cupped his face in
his hands and kissed him quickly. “Yeah...Oh my God, when we go out to lunch,
we should pick up something quick to eat and go to a sex shop. That sounds like
a very fun thing to do.” He snickered lightly. “We’ll just pop in and out
really fast....That’s what she said.”
Derek rolled his eyes. “I don’t even know if there is a shop like that in
Beacon Hills.” He said with a sigh. “But I guess I could figure out one nearby
that has what we might need.” He said and scratched the back of his neck.
“Don’t be disappointed if we can’t do that today.”
“I won’t be. We’ll figure something out. I was mostly kidding, but it would be
an interesting experience. Really though, I just want to spend time with you.”
“Hmm, I’ll look around then, see what I can find and save it for a day we have
more time.” Derek said and gave Stiles ass a quick smack. “Come on, you’re
late. Keep fidgeting around and I’ll just kidnap you for the day.”
“Oh my god, let’s do that one of these days. Just throw me over your shoulder
and carry me off for the day.” He snickered, quickly kissing his cheek before
he pulled away and took his hand so he could lead him downstairs. “Actually,
no. I might puke on you. But uh, yeah. We’ll do something fun for lunch, and
then we’ll go to your place for the afternoon and evening.”
“Yeah, would much rather not being puked on.” Derek said, following behind
Stiles and giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “But just don’t forget to talk to
Scott about what I said.”
“Don’t worry, I will. I promise. I’ll write it on my hands so I don’t forget.”
Stiles replied, taking out a pen when he got to his backpack before he
scribbled it on his arm. “Now I can’t forget it. Anything else?”
“No,” Derek said with a laugh. “Unless you want to remind yourself of the stuff
you planned on picking up after school.”
Stiles thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. “Nah, that should
be good. Now all I need is my ‘see you later’ kiss.” He replied, putting his
pen back before he placed a hand on the back of Derek’s head and pulled him in
for a kiss.
Derek smirked, shaking his head. “Cheeky little ferret.” He muttered as Stiles
pulled him in for the kiss.
“No.” Stiles groaned as he buried his face in his neck. “God no.” He stated but
he couldn’t help himself from snickering a little.
Derek laughed. “The more you say no, the more that name’s gonna stick.” He
said, wrapping his arms around Stiles’ back.
“No.” Stiles groaned a little as he hugged him back before he suddenly started
to laugh. “Oh my fucking god. I’m just picturing how messed up our pack family
is. I’m just imagining a bunch of wolves running around with a ferret...or a
squirrel.”
Derek laughed, shaking his head. “I’m scared of what it would be like to see
inside your head, even for five minutes.” He said with a smile.
“Uh, you know when you channel surf and it’s just a lot of different things
really quickly? That’s basically it. Every now and again you catch bits and
pieces of different things and sometimes you find a good channel and watch but
then a commercial comes on so you have to channel surf again.” He snickered a
little. “I’m afraid to get into your mind too. I’m pretty sure you think about
chasing cars and cats, peanut butter, bones, and things like that. Do you chase
mailmen?”
“I’m going to chase you here in a minute.” Derek said, rolling his eyes.
“Seriously, I’m this close to taking you back with me.” He said, brushing his
hands over Stiles’ arms as he pulled away.
Stiles laughed a little at that and shook his head a little. “I’ll let you do
that next time. Promise.” He said softly before he gently kissed his jaw. “I’ll
see you in a few hours, okay?” He asked as he pulled away and grabbed his car
keys. “Don’t chase any cats while you’re waiting for me okay?”
“I’ll try not to,” Derek said before rolling his eyes. “Drive safe, all right?”
He asked, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets.
Stiles nodded and kissed his jaw. “You too, babe.” He replied before he picked
his backpack up and led the way to the garage so he could let Derek out. “Do
you want me to give you a lift to your car?”
“You’re late enough as is and I’m good walking.” Derek said as he followed
Stiles to the garage. “Thanks though.” he said with a small smile. “See you at
noon?” he asked.
“It’s like this thing I read online. In high school, if you’re gonna be late,
you may as well be super late.” He laughed a little before nodded. “I sure hope
so. See you later, Romeo.”
“See you,” Derek said, shaking his head and giving Stiles a wave before he
walked out of the garage. He started making the trek to his car, hands tucked
into his pockets and hoping against all hope that nothing would happen to fuck
up the plans they’d made for today.
Stiles watched him go, shamelessly staring at his butt before he finally got in
his car and drove to school as fast as he could, while still staying safe.
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Stiles met up with Scott in their class, dropping his bag beside him. “Ugh,
sorry I’m late. Allison got a translation?”
“Dude where the hell have you been?” Scott asked, clearly having been freaking
out a little.
“You can probably smell where I’ve been.” Stiles replied honestly, raising his
eyebrows a little as he slowly grinned.
“Yeah, I’m not even going to comment on that,” Scott said and cleared his
throat. Stiles couldn’t help but laugh a little at that.
“Consider it some payback for all the couple talk I’ve heard from you.” Scott
rolled his eyes.
“Anyway, Ms. Morell helped Allison out with it, hang on,” he said and brought
his backpack around from the back of his chair and dug through it a minute
before pulling out a tablet. He loaded up the translation and handed it over to
Stiles. “Unfortunately it doesn’t say anything about how to figure out who’s
controlling him, but you were right about the ‘murderers’ thing.” He said,
reaching over and scrolling to that section of the translation. Stiles looked
at the tablet, skimming through the translation as he cocked his head and
thought about everything.
“Of course I’m right. So, uh, let’s see. Oh, great, basically he’s this way
because he has too much pent up drama to become a werewolf yet? That’s
just....nice. Basically instead of therapy, he becomes a murderous brainwashed
lizard man. That’s just… Wow. That’s so Jackson.”
“Allison said it might have something to do with who his real parents are, so
our job is to try and talk to Lydia. I’ve got that make-up test during my free
hour tomorrow, so if we don’t do it today then it’s down to you. Allison said
she’d try and talk to Jackson tomorrow too - she’s paranoid about her family
watching her talking to him.” He said and tapped his pencil against his hand a
couple times. “Which I don’t blame her.”
“Leave Lydia to me. I’ve gotta talk to her about some stuff anyways. I might be
able to get her to tell me. So maybe if we get that out of the way, she might
not really have to talk to him. Hopefully not.”
“Hopefully,” Scott said and glanced up as their English teacher walked in.
“Good luck,” he muttered, getting out his English notebook.
“Good luck to you too. Do you need any help studying before your test?” He
whispered as he got his English homework and book out.
“That’d be great, yeah, thanks,” Scott whispered back, flipping his notebook
open and turning pages until; he found the one with his homework on it. He
scribbled his name on the top and tore it out, reaching into his backpack for
his textbook. “So, I assume you and Derek are okay now?” he whispered, glancing
up at the board where their teacher was writing down today’s assignment of
reading as the class settled in; Stiles nodded at that.
“Better than okay. I had him come over after I got home, then uh, I’m going to
lunch with him and going to his place.” He said softly, tapping his pen on his
desk for a moment. “I uh...I actually told him about my mom this morning so I
think it’s safe to say we’re kind of serious already.” He replied before he
remembered something. “I actually need to tell you a Kanima theory later that
Derek has.” Scott nodded slowly, actually pretty stunned that Stiles had talked
to Derek about his mom. Then again, Derek had suffered not only the similar
loss of losing his mom, but more than that too - if anyone would understand it
would be Derek.
“We can talk about it while you’re helping me study,” he said quietly, just
before being shushed by their teacher. “Sorry.” He told her and she just
nodded, going back to reading her own book. Stiles nodded at that, smiling a
little as he looked down at his book. It was nice to feel a little normal
again, despite everything going on around them.
“We need to have a movie night or something soon. Just so we have some bro
time.” He whispered, low enough so just Scott could hear.
“Allison’s supposed to be having a girls’ day with Lydia Saturday, maybe we
could do it then?” Scott whispered back under his breath, looking over at
Stiles. Stiles nodded at that and gave him a thumbs up to that idea. It would
be nice to just hang out with him again like they used to before any of this
werewolf crap.
“We’ll get some good movies and order pizza.”
“Mr. McCall and Mr. Stilinski - is there something you both would like to share
with the class?” their teacher asked and Scott sat up a little straighter in
his seat.
“No ma’am.” he answered and she sighed, putting her book down.
“Then please, do not make yourselves a distraction again. Otherwise you can
tell Principal Argent what it is that you find so interesting you had to
discuss it during silent reading.” she said and after staring at them for a
moment she slowly picked her book up again. Scott just gave Stiles a nod and
after turning his book to the right page he started to read.
“Sorry, ma’am.” Stiles piped up before he looked back down at the book as he
sighed lightly. He wouldn’t mind going to the principal’s office as much if the
principal wasn’t a psychotic elderly man that wanted to probably cut his best
friend and boyfriend in half.
He tried to keep himself busy before noon, but all he could think about was
spending time with Derek and all of the time that they were going to spend
together that day. When the bell finally rang, signaling it was time for lunch,
Stiles threw everything into his backpack and practically ran to the parking
lot so that he could see if Derek was already there.
Derek had spent most of his morning researching this via the free wifi of a
coffee shop near the school and a borrowed laptop of Isaac’s. From shops that
were BDSM friendly, to shopping for inks, and even looking at tattoo shops who
allowed flexible schedules - which were few and far between in Beacon Hills and
even in San Francisco which was an hour away. By the time he realized it was
lunchtime he was half-way through an application to one which he cut short
because he did not want to be late. He packed up the laptop and hopped into his
car, speeding off to the school.
When he got there Stiles was already outside waiting so he pulled his car up to
the curb and rolled the window down on Stiles’ side. “Get in,” he said, leaning
over and popping open the door. Stiles grinned when he saw the familiar Camaro,
getting in the car before he kissed his cheek quickly.
“Good, for a moment I was thinking that you’d forgotten about me or something.
Then again, I highly doubt you can. I’m very memorable.” He snickered as he put
his seat belt on.
“I got caught up looking into things,” he said, smirking a little over at
Stiles. “I started filling out an application for a tattoo parlor in San
Francisco. I don’t know if I’ll turn it in though. It’s too much of a drive for
the profit to be worth it.” he said, pulling away from the curb and driving
towards the exit.
“True, but you would be getting experience to help if you want to open a shop
and you can meet people and get connections.” He pointed out as he grinned at
him. “And if you start tattooing again, I’m pretty sure you’re gonna have
problems with me not being able to keep my hands off of you.”
“All of which is true, but if something happens and I’m an hour away and I
can’t get there in time?” Derek said sighing. “At least if I could get a job at
a place here I’d be closer.”
“True....” He said softly, cocking his head as he traced the back of his hand.
“Well, when things calm down, you wouldn’t have to worry about that as much.
Especially when your pack is done with their training.”
“I’m just stressing out about everything that’s going on.” Derek said and
adjusted his back against his seat. “Where did you want to eat?” He asked,
glancing over at Stiles.
“I have absolutely no idea. Is it cheesy to say I don’t care as long as I’m
with you? I mean, you could give me a bag of potato chips and I would call it
good.” Derek laughed, shaking his head.
“Maybe I’ll just bring you back to that coffee shop I was using the wifi from.
Show you what all I found.” He said.
“I’d like that.” Stiles grinned at him. He still loved making Derek laugh.
“Y’know, I think every time you laugh, a puppy is born.”
“Cute,” Derek said, rolling his eyes, switching into the turning lane so he
could get to the street the coffee shop was on. “Find anything more about
Jackson?”
“That’s a compliment, you dork.” Stiles replied before he shrugged. “We
discovered that he’s supposed to be a werewolf, but he can’t become one yet due
to a bunch of problems he has deep in his head.”
“Lovely,” Derek said with a snort. “With how bad he was bugging me to give him
the Bite I’m not surprised he’s got issues.” He muttered, slowing down behind a
car that was pulling into a place right next to the coffee shop. Once they were
out of the way he drove to the coffee shop’s parking entrance, finding a spot
next to an old beat up yellow Volkswagen.
“Gotta love it right? I mean it’s one thing after the other with him.” Stiles
stated, rolling his eyes a little as he shook his head. “I mean it’s fine to
have problems, but don’t be an asshole.”
“It’s beyond him having issues now, he’s corrupted and I’m saying that because
of the translation. He needs to be told what’s going on,” he said and took a
second to turn off his car and pocket the keys. “Did you get the chance to talk
to Scott about what I said yet?”
“Not yet, but I’m going to do it tomorrow. I’m helping him study for a test he
missed so I’ll bring it up after.” Derek nodded, brushing his lips against the
back of Stiles hand.
“Ready to go in?”
“Yeah.” Stiles said softly, grinning at him before he set his backpack down and
got out of the car.
“Okay,” Derek said and grabbed the handle of the laptop back from behind
Stiles’ seat, getting out of the car too. He led Stiles inside, finding a
corner booth with an outlet that wasn’t taken. It was lunch hour for the coffee
shop now so it was a lot more packed than when he had left.
“Here, you can browse through the tabs I left open,” he said and flipped open
the laptop back, opening the laptop and pressing a random key so it would come
out of sleep mode. Stiles nodded and began looking through the tabs. He started
with the tattoo ones, looking at the different shops so he could try to see
places that Derek could work at. It wasn’t long before he furrowed his eyebrows
before he slowly raised them.
“Uh, why were you looking for ‘BDSM friendly stores’?” He asked curiously.
Derek shifted a little in his seat, raising his eyebrows.
“Why wouldn’t I be looking for those?” He asked and frowned a little. “Should I
not be looking for that kind of thing?” Stiles stared at him for a few moments
before it started to click.
“....Oh.” He replied, his eyes widening a little as his face flushed. “Oh, uh,
right. No, you can keep looking for them. That’s fine.” Derek suppressed a
smile, biting a little at his lower lip for a second.
“I won’t force you into it, I promise. I just thought it might give you a few
ideas.” Derek said and pressed the lid of the laptop down half-way. “Come on,
I’m not going to have you sit here and not eat. You missed breakfast,” he said
and slid a menu from the stand over to Stiles.
“Buy me a Danish and a Caramel Mochiatto and I’ll let you do whatever you want
to me.” Stiles winked at him before he laughed a little. “Basically, I’m easy
to please if you haven’t figured that out already. And you better eat something
too. This isn’t Twilight so you can’t give me any excuses on how you don’t have
to at this moment or blah blah blah.” Derek rolled his eyes, getting up from
his seat and shaking his head.
“Twilight’s a piece of shit.” Stiles laughed a little at that.
“Well no shit, that’s why so many people hate it. Maybe I’ll start calling you
my Jacob, maybe I won’t.” He snickered a little. “Then again, he fell in love
with an infant, so...” Derek shuddered at the reminder and glanced at the line.
“I’ll try and hurry.” he added, leaving Stiles where he was to stand at the end
of the line. He kept glancing around him, and over at Stiles, until eventually
he reached the front of the line and it was his turn.
“My name is Kathy, how can I help you?” the girl behind the counter said and
Derek reiterated what Stiles wanted, getting one of their clubhouse sandwiches
for himself and a Sprite.
“That’ll be twenty five dollars,” she said and he sighed inwardly, taking out
his wallet and handing her his credit card. She scanned it and handed him the
receipt to sign, afterwards directing him to wait until his name was called. He
went back over to Stiles and sat down, leaning his head down to the table and
resting his forehead on it.
“I seriously need a job.” he said, the table and how he was sitting muffling
what he said a little. Stiles smiled a little and kissed his head before he
ruffled his hair.
“We’ll find you one, don’t worry.” He said softly before he got his wallet out
and gave him the cash for his half of the bill.
“No, uh-uh, you’re not gonna pay me for this,” Derek said and folded the bills
back into Stiles’ hand. “I may complain and wince every time I have to use my
credit card, but I’m not having you pay for things that are paid for already.”
he said. “I’ve got this. I just need to look harder.”
“I’m going Dutch because I feel like it and there is nothing you can do about
it.” Stiles huffed with a laugh. “I’m just as stubborn as you so take the damn
cash before I just stick it down your pants in front of all these people.”
“You wouldn’t.” Derek said, glaring at him before he eventually sighed, closing
his eyes for a moment before snapping them open and nodding. He reluctantly
pulled out his wallet, sticking the cash inside before putting it back into his
back pocket. “You’ve gotta stop doing that.”
“Stop doing what?” He asked with a grin as he cupped Derek’s face gently. He
raised his eyebrow just a little, cocking his head as he stared at his mouth.
“Bribing you or the other thing?”
“The other thing,” Derek said. “And a bit of the bribing, but not so much as
the other thing.” he said and rested a hand on Stiles’ leg. “I actually kind of
like the bribing.” Stiles laughed a little as he moved his arm around his neck.
“Good, because I was hoping you weren’t going to question why I would want to
keep sticking my hand down your pants.” He replied, gently bumping their
foreheads together.
“I might if you’re trying to do it in public,” Derek said with a laugh. He
pressed a gentle kiss to Stiles’ lips, breaking it off quickly. He didn’t much
care for public displays of affection, but he wasn’t going to hold off
considering they never knew when things were going to go wrong or interrupt
them. Stiles just grinned and pulled him back so he could kiss him again. He
kept it longer this time, gently rubbing the back of Derek’s neck as he kept
him close. Derek smirked against Stiles’ lips, giving Stiles’ leg a gentle
squeeze before pulling away again. “Not here, people can see us. It’s...
weird.” He muttered, keeping his eyes closed as he brushed his nose against
Stiles’. Stiles snickered a little and shook his head as he nuzzled their noses
together.
“Okay, I won’t make out with you and grope you in public then.”
“Thanks,” Derek said softly, smiling over at him.
“Derek!” He heard and looked up to see there was a worker holding up their
order.
“Be right back,” Derek said, nudging Stiles’ nose with his and getting up from
the seat to retrieve their food. He thanked the barista and had to work his way
around a mother and her bubblegum popping daughter before getting back to
Stiles. He sat the food down, wiggling Stiles’ coffee carefully from the up
tray they’d given him.
“Your macchiato or whatever it was.” He said, handing it to Stiles.
“It’s called a ‘Caramel Macchiato’, you uncultured whore. Get your facts
straight.” Stiles stated as he took the coffee before he started to laugh. “Oh
my God, that just came out of nowhere, I’m so sorry.” He laughed harder at his
lack of a filter for his mouth, burying his face in Derek’s shoulder. Derek
blinked a few times, giving the biggest bitchface.
“If you didn’t notice, I’m your whore,” he said and shook his head, opening the
bag with their food and digging out his sandwich. He passed the bag in front of
Stiles, unwrapping his food. “And I don’t think I’m far off in saying you’re
mine.” Stiles stopped laughing at that and stared up at Derek with wide eyes,
his jaw dropping a little as he processed that information. He slowly grinned
and nodded at that.
“You bet your sweet ass I am.” He stated as he moved his legs over Derek’s lap
and took his Danish from the bag. “You’re gonna regret giving me coffee and
sugar, just an F.Y.I.”
“Yeah, but you’re going back to school in like half an hour. How long could
that possibly last?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow over at Stiles. He took a
bite of his sandwich, humming happily at the plethora of flavors.
“Oh, you would be very surprised.” He replied, gently nuzzling their noses
together for a moment. “Never underestimate the powers of having ADHD.”
“I think I can handle it,” Derek said, not sounding completely confident. “Why
do you eat that if it makes you all... Hyped up?”
“Because fuck you that’s why.” Stiles stated before he smiled widely at him.
“No, I’ll probably be fine, but there’s no way in Hell anything could get me to
stop eating delicious things due to it having sugar in it. Like I used to eat
pixie sticks like crazy when I was a kid...And that’s probably why I’m so
messed up.”
“I can only imagine how you’d have reacted during thanksgiving dinners. Pies,
cakes, cookies, and then the typical feast... You’d either be literally
bouncing off the walls or comatose.”
“Oh, I’m totally comatose. Last year I ate so much that I slept for nearly an
entire day.” He replied before taking a swig of his coffee. “I’m stocking your
warehouse up with energy drinks because I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be there a
lot.”
“So you said,” Derek said with a smirk, nudging his leg up to bump Stiles’. “I
should probably get a larger fridge. My little mini one isn’t going to hold
much more. Maybe if I talk to one of the shops around here they’ll hire me on
for weekdays or something. Oddly enough not much happens around here while you
guys are in school.”
“I guess monsters want us to be responsible or something.” He said softly,
grinning up at him before he nodded. “That sounds like a good idea. You can be
a responsible adult while we are responsible teenagers.”
“I don’t want to be an adult,” Derek said with a laugh, shaking his head.
“Really though, I need references. The ones I had in New York aren’t really
going to help here.”
“Be a sexy adult.” He replied before he gently bit his nose playfully. “That’s
also true, but the good thing about it is that even if you don’t like it as
much, you get closer to opening up your own shop.” Derek rolled his eyes,
brushing the back of his hand against his nose to get rid of the weird feeling
of being bitten there. He hoped that he’d be around that long, because honestly
he didn’t know how many of them were going to survive if it came down to all
out war with the Argents.
“I’d get a shop now, but I really just don’t want to end up empty handed.
There’s something I’ve been wanting to do and I’ll need a lot of money to do
it.”
“And what’s that thing that you’ve been wanting to do?” He asked, gently biting
his nose again since he found that the way that Derek had reacted to it was
very entertaining.
“It’s a secret,” Derek said, scowling at him as he rubbed his nose again. “Stop
that. It feels weird.”
“Tell me all of your secrets.” He whispered to him before he did it again, just
to spite him.
“Not this one,” Derek murmured back, retaliating by nipping at Stiles’ nose in
return.
“Wow, rude.” Stiles said softly, crossing his eyes and grinning when Derek
nipped at his nose. “Awww, little puppy nips.”
“I’m sure there are things you don’t want to tell me yet, I have this.” Derek
said and smirked over at him. “I might tell you, if I feel like I’m actually
going to afford it. Not a second sooner.”
“Okay, good. If you do, I’ll tell you my deep dark secrets.” Stiles replied as
he gently bumped his nose to his. “Not that I have many. I’m pretty simple.”
“I just don’t want to jinx it and it’s... yeah, I mean that’s basically it.”
Derek said, shaking his head and setting down the half of his sandwich that was
left. He leaned back in the booth and looked over to Stiles. Stiles nodded and
took Derek’s hand before he gently kissed his knuckles.
“I understand that.” He said softly, before he smiled up at him. “Y’know...I
might not have to go back to school.”
“Oh really?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow. “What would you do instead?”
“I could be persuaded to go home with a certain brooding man with dark hair
that also looks pretty damn hot in leather.” He shrugged a little.
Derek chuckled, “I’ll at least have you pick up your school work. And your
Jeep.” He said, not going to object if that’s what Stiles wanted to do.
“And we’ll go get groceries, then I can drop them off and I’ll be yours for the
day.” Stiles grinned as he traced Derek’s jaw with his thumb.
“Sounds pretty good. Guess we’re not on a time crunch anymore, though you might
text Scott and tell him what you’re doing.” Stiles nodded at that.
“Sounds like a plan.” He replied, pulling out his phone so that he could text
Scott about his plans about taking the rest of the day off as a sick day. “I’m
gonna get laid.” The teenager whispered to himself after he sent the message.
Derek sighed inwardly, chuckling.
“You have no idea.” he said with a grin. Stiles’ phone went off a second later
and Derek leaned over to peek at the message.
’I thought you were going to help me study. Is everything okay? I tried to find
you, but it seems like you left.’ Stiles glanced down at his phone for a moment
before he looked back up at Derek. “You can handle one more hour right?” He
asked curiously.
“No, I’ll die,” Derek laughed, shaking his head. “Help him study, I’ll survive
one more hour.” He said and cuddled up a little more next to Stiles, resting
his head against Stiles’ shoulder. “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to be irritated
at Scott.” Stiles laughed a little and nodded as he kissed his head.
“Don’t get too lonely without me okay?”
’I changed my mind, I’ll be there to help you study and then I’ll go home after
that. Bros before hos. ; )’ He texted Scott back. Derek grumbled, rubbing his
cheek against Stiles’ shoulder.
“He’d better pass this test if he’s stealing you away from me.” He said
quietly. Scott texted back a few seconds later.
’Thank you so much, dude. Sorry that you gotta help me.’
’No don’t worry about it. Helping you pass a test is more important.’ Stiles
assured him before he snickered at Derek’s grumbling. “Well, maybe you and I
can study some anatomy afterwards?”
“Promise?” Derek asked with a laugh, lifting his head enough to look over at
Stiles. This close to his face he’d never noticed how many moles he had until
now. “Your moles are kind of adorable by the way.” Stiles crooked an eyebrow at
that and slowly grinned at him.
“Oh, so they’re adorable, huh?” He asked, bumping their noses together. “Maybe
you should start counting how many I have.”
“Hmmmm, maybe that can be part of the ‘anatomy lesson,’” he said with a
chuckle. “What happens if I can’t count that high? Now that I’m thinking about
it, you have a lot of them.”
“I’m pretty sure I have about...seventeen on my face? Then some on my arms and
neck....Maybe I have some on my back? You can tell me later.” He winked at him.
“There’s one above my nipple too.” Derek hummed, closing his eyes.
“If you’re going to help Scott study I should take you back to the school
before I just decide to stash my keys somewhere you won’t find them.”
“Down your pants?” He asked curiously, raising his eyebrows before he nodded.
“Yeah, sounds good. We should head out before I actually stick my hands down
your pants.”
“I think if I put them down my pants you’d find them,” Derek said with a laugh
and detangled his arms from Stiles so he could pack up his sandwich. “Could you
get the laptop?” he asked ad he was wrapping his sandwich back up to put it in
the little to-go container. Stiles nodded and moved his legs off of him so he
could put the laptop away for him.
“Nah, I’d get distracted with the other doo-hickey in your pants. I’m gonna
call it Princess Derek from now on, okay?” He asked before he quickly climbed
out of the booth so he could walk out of the shop as fast as he could with the
laptop and his coffee. Derek’s face flushed red the second Stiles finish his
sentence and he grabbed his sandwich, leaving his soda, as he jogged a little
to catch up to Stiles.
“You are not calling my dick, Princess Derek.” he muttered to him after he’d
caught up, glaring at him. Stiles cackled as he walked faster.
“Princess Derek is going to have to disagree with that. I should know. I
consider myself a bit of a snake charmer and that snake sure is charmed by me.”
He glanced back at him so he could wink, almost wondering if he should start
running.
“I swear to God, Stiles.” Derek grumbled, easily keeping pace with his slightly
longer legs. “Don’t call it that.”
“I’m calling it The Queen then.” He laughed harder. “How about uh...Thor’s
Hammer? Or The Destroyer? Anaconda.”
“Stiles!” Derek said loudly, gritting his teeth so he wouldn’t start laughing
too. “It doesn’t need a name, seriously. Why do you do this to me?” he asked,
unable to stop the bubble of amusement that spilled into his voice.
“Because I love fucking with you. Figuratively and literally.” He stated,
winking at him. “I’m rather fond of Anaconda though. It’s a venom spitting
trouser snake anyways.” Derek sighed, glad that they reached his car.
“Keep trying to come up with a name and I’ll come up with one for yours that’s
just as ridiculous.” Derek said, switching the bag with his food in it to his
left hand so he could dig out his car keys. Stiles slowly grinned as he leaned
against Derek’s car.
“I’m pretty sure you couldn’t come up with something too bad anyways.” He
winked at him. “So uh, did you find any BDSM friendly stores?”
“I did,” Derek said, unlocking the doors. “It’s a bit of a drive, but we could
make it today if you wanted to do that after you help Scott.”
“Oh fuck yes. I wanna find like...What’s the word?” He paused, snapping his
fingers as he thought. “Fuck...Uh, I wanna find....Shackles. Yeah! That’s the
word!” Derek raised his eyebrows and opened Stiles’ door for him.
“We’ll look around,” Derek said, setting his sandwich in the backseat. “You’re
new to this and I get you’re enthusiastic, but I don’t want to go too big too
fast, you know?” Stiles thought about that and nodded as he got into the car.
“True...I’m sorry, I just got a little excited by what I saw on the internet.”
He said softly, taking Derek’s hand when he could.
“It’s totally okay, I’m glad you’re excited. I just want to make sure you’re
not rushing into a decision because it looks cool or something...” Derek said
and gave Stiles’ hand a squeeze before he shut Stiles’ door and went around to
get in too. “I don’t know,” he said as he sat down, starting the car. “Maybe
I’m just being paranoid...”
“No, you’re right. We can start out slow. It’s better to start out slow,
instead of me just jumping in and doing something that would turn me away from
that sort of thing.” Stiles replied as he thought about it a little more. He
thought of something he for sure wanted to try out and slowly grinned to
himself.
“Exactly my train of thought,” Derek said and shifted his car into reverse,
backing out and then driving off towards the exit. “Just wait until we get to
the shop, maybe you’ll see something else you want to try more. If not, we’ll
find some cuffs that are comfortable.”
“And we can also stock up on some cherry lube. Or banana, since you’re still a
giant banana.” He said softly as he sat back so he could watch Derek drive.
“You know, you have a very sexy face profile.”
“Banana’s are gross, no offense,” Derek said with a laugh, hanging a left out
of the parking lot. He glanced over at Stiles and smirked. “I’d probably look
better if I’d shaved anywhere recently.” He turned on the radio, expecting to
hear his Three Days Grace mix and instead being accosted by something
definitely not Three Days Grace. “Stiles, where is my CD and what the hell is
this?”
“Fuck you, bananas are awesome.” He replied before he cackled and turned it up.
“Don't diss the Lady Gaga, dude! He ate my heart! He a-a-ate my heart!” He
exclaimed along with the music, bouncing a little in his seat. Derek sighed and
gave Stiles his best ‘what the hell is wrong with you’ face. He shook his head,
digging his cigarettes from the center console and getting one out before
placing the filter between his lips.
“At least tell me my CD is okay?” he asked, raising his eyebrows over at Stiles
before exhaling heavily through his nose. He shifted his hips forward so he
could get his lighter out of his pocket, adjusting them back once he’d gotten
it and lighting his cigarette. He cracked the window after, exhaling out.
“This may or may not be the first of the mix CDs that I made. I was going to
give it to you that night we fought.” He shrugged a little before he leaned
over to kiss his neck. “So you’ll have to give it a listen.” Derek’s attitude
towards the music changed minimally, still irritated that his CD was currently
wherever Stiles put it and had yet to tell him where.
“I will,” he said grudgingly, humming a little at Stiles’ kiss. “So you’re just
gonna help Scott and then come back out?”
“Yeah, it shouldn’t take too long.” He replied, reaching into his backpack
before he took out his zip up CD case. “Your beloved CD is in here, just for
future reference.” Derek nodded to Stiles’ first comment, glancing over at him
as he shifted around to get the CD case.
“Thank you for keeping it in a safe place.” he said and flicked his ashes.
“Laura wasn’t one for keeping very good care of her CDs, or mine.”
“I’m pretty sure that you would slice me open and strangle me with my
intestines if I ruined anything of yours.” Stiles pointed out as he raised his
eyebrows.
“Oh come on, I was kidding - a little mad - but still kidding,” Derek said,
catching Stiles’ reference. “Though I would make you replace the CD.”
“I’d pay you back in blow jobs.” Stiles stated, grinning at him. “That seems to
work.”
“You’re cute, but seriously.” he said with a laugh, glancing over at Stiles. He
slowed to a stop at the sign before they’d get to the school, noting that Scott
was sitting outside next to Lydia on the stairs. “Seems like your friends are
waiting for you.” Stiles nodded and once they came to a stop, he cupped Derek’s
face in his hands and gave him a deep kiss. He slid his tongue into his mouth
to brush against his for a moment before he pulled away.
“I’ll see you in an hour.” He grinned at him as he grabbed his bag and got out
of the car before shutting the door behind him. “Don’t get too bored.”
“I’ll be waiting,” Derek said and waved at Scott who gave a little awkward wave
before getting to his feet. Lydia stood too, brushing off her skirt before
starting down the stairs.
“Stiles, the little liar.” she said, with a sweet smile, though it was clearly
not meant to be sweet with how it didn’t reach her eyes. Stiles met Lydia’s
gaze and paused, realizing that he had fucked up. He completely had forgotten
to call her and tell her about what happened with Derek the night before. Derek
frowned, glancing between Stiles and Scott who just shrugged. He wondered if he
should get out and say ‘hi’ or just leave, but neither option seemed to be the
best one with the way Lydia was looking at him.
“Uh, hey Lydia.” He spoke up as he started walking closer to her again. “Sorry,
we had a crazy night last night but uh, surprise your advice worked and I have
a boyfriend...” He said slowly, his words trailing off to sound like a question
at the end since he was trying to find out the best way to get her to not
murder him.
“I can see that,” she said and fixed her glare over at Stiles. “Give me one
good reason why I shouldn’t strangle your little gangly self all the way to
kingdom come?” she said and crossed her arms, tapping her foot. Derek slowly
got out of his car, walking around the front of it and gaining Lydia’s
attention. “Or maybe I should just strangle both of you.” she said, her words
short and clipped.
“It’s my fault,” Derek said, “after we made up, I didn’t exactly give him a
chance to talk to anyone else. We haven’t really separated since last night and
that’s completely on me.” Lydia narrowed her eyes at him, looking between him
and Stiles a couple times before pointing at both of them.
“Oh really? Because I didn’t see you at school with him today,” she said and
looked over at Stiles. “Just because who-knows-what is going on between all of
you, doesn’t mean you get to neglect me in everything else too.” She said
angrily and turned so fast her hair whipped around her shoulders as she looked
over to Scott. “I’ll help you study. Stiles and his little friend can go find
something more important to do.” She glanced over her shoulder to glare at them
both. “Seems like they’re good at that.” She said and stormed off back inside.
Scott stood awkwardly, rocking on his heels.
“I should probably… wow, what the hell did you do to piss her off so bad?”
Scott asked. Stiles stared at Lydia with wide eyes, feeling more terrified of
her than he probably ever had in the whole time he had known her.
“Well....Uh...To put it simply, after I left you and Allison, I went to go talk
to Lydia and I got some relationship advice from her, and I promised that I
would tell her how things went after I talked to Derek, and then you know how
things went after that.” He said slowly before he sighed and put his head in
his hands.
“I’m gonna have to make it up to her so badly. I am going to spoil the ever
loving fuck out of her for her birthday.” He replied, figuring that would be
one of the best things that he could do to help her feel better about
everything. “So uh...Do you think I should stay, or do you think that she’s
going to murder me if I do?” He asked Scott.
“I don’t know. Lydia seems like she’d be even madder at you for leaving again,
so maybe you should come with me?” Scott asked shifting his weight around on
his feet. “That and I’m kind of scared to go in there by myself.” He said and
grimaced.
“She was really pissed off Stiles, but she was more hurt than anything,” Derek
said and glanced up at the camera that was slowly moving over to point at where
they were standing. “Go, meet me later. Scott’s right on this.” He said and
glared up at the camera. “I’ve gotta go before the Argents decide to send
someone to follow me back.” Stiles nodded at that and shooed Derek away.
“Yeah, that’s probably for the best. Go before they suspect that we’re a
thing.” He told him, wanting to kiss him but knew it would be better to wait
now. He didn’t want any chance of Derek possibly getting hurt right about now.
He took a slow breath and rubbed his hands together before he looked back at
Scott. “I can try talking to her to help diffuse the situation a little. That
way it’ll be a little less tense when we help you study.”
Scott nodded, “That might help. I told her we’d probably study in the library
so unless she’s in there waiting, that’s probably where she’ll be.”
“Alright, sounds good. I feel like I’m marching to my death.” Stiles sighed a
little as he led the way to the library. Derek waved at them before leaving,
speeding off towards the warehouse, doubling back a couple times even just to
make sure that if he’d missed spotting a tail, he would lose them.
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***** Studying *****
Once they were in the library, Stiles looked around for the strawberry blonde
girl for a moment before spotting her and heading over to her. Lydia had her
face pointed down at the book she’d gotten out, waiting for Scott and
impatiently wiggling a pencil back and forth between her fingers. She looked up
as Stiles walked over, honestly surprised to see him.
“I’m sorry for not keeping my promise and making you wait. Honestly, if it
wasn’t for your advice, I probably wouldn’t have gotten the courage to go and
talk to him, and I wouldn’t have been able to get to where I am with him now.
If I hadn’t talked to you, I wouldn’t have a boyfriend right now. So thanks for
all of that. Really.” Lydia listened as Stiles spoke and pursed her lips a
second before narrowing her eyes at him.
“Not forgiven….” She said and looked back to her book before sighing. She had
to admit, she’d given him a chance to screw up again and he hadn’t taken the
bait. She looked back up at him and patted the seat next to her. “But you’ve
made a decent start, so I guess I can tolerate your presence for an hour.” She
said and glanced over at Scott who’d been pretending to be very interested in a
book on Darwinism. He’d clearly just picked it up to spy on them.
“Come on Scott, I won’t bite you. You needed to study for that last Chemistry
test, correct?” she asked, and he nodded, still a little anxious as he walked
over to them and sat across the table from Lydia. “Well, let’s get started.”
She said and flipped open his chemistry book once he’d gotten it out to the
first chapter the test was over. Well at least that was better than nothing.
“What would make it up to you?” He asked softly, opening his own chemistry book
before flipping to the first chapter of the unit that the exam was focusing on.
He was still going to go with his idea of spoiling her for her birthday, but it
would still be nice to hear straight from the source of anything that he could
do to make her a little less angry at him.
“You could tell me one thing that’s going on. The truth, this time. No lying.”
She said quietly back. Scott glanced up at Stiles, wide eyed and glancing over
at Lydia while subtly shaking his head. Stiles thought about what on Earth he
could even tell her without having to tell her about the things going on around
them.
“Truthfully, I don’t think Isaac and Erica are going to be a problem anymore.”
He replied. That totally counted, right? Lydia rolled her eyes, clicking her
tongue.
“Whatever that means,” she said and pointed to a section in Scott’s book.
“That’s on the test, memorize it.” She said and he nodded, glancing over at
Stiles before trying to focus on what she’d pointed out. Stiles looked through
his book to figure out which notes he needed, before he got them out and went
over them with a highlighter.
“Alright, so the ones I highlighted are the ones you need to worry about most
since Harris used them the most on the test. Look these over when you’re done
reading and we’ll test you a little.” He stated as he handed them over.
Scott nodded, taking the notes from Stiles, “Thanks for helping me out guys, I
seriously can’t afford to fail this test.”
“Not a problem, after all if you fail out this year, you’ll have to watch
Allison graduate without you. If that’s not motivation, I don’t know what is.”
She said and Scott nodded, taking a breath before going back to looking over
the notes.
“That’s what we’re here for anyways. Even if you don’t end up going to college,
you don’t wanna be stuck in this school longer than you have to, right?” Stiles
grinned at him. “Especially not because of Harris. If I didn’t need to keep my
grades up, I would fail his class just to spite him.”
“Yeah, same here,” Scott said and frowned as he pointed out a section to Lydia.
“Can you explain what this is?” Lydia tilted her head and leaned forward so she
could see what he was talking about. She rolled her eyes and pointed to right
below where he was pointing where it explained it.
“Really Scott, just read Stiles’ notes and you should pass the test. I can get
mine from my locker too if you want to study those as well.” Lydia offered and
Scott nodded.
“Sorry, this is just not my best subject. At all.” Scott said, sighing as he
rubbed his hands against his face for a few seconds.
“It’s okay, Scott. Chemistry can be hard anyways.” Stiles replied as he leaned
forwards to see where he was lost. “If you look at some of the vocabulary, it
can help you out on the test and with understanding it better in the reading.”
he explained softly. Scott nodded, leaning back in his chair. Lydia made note
of how tired he looked and bit at her lower lip for a second.
“How about I go get those notes and pick you up a soda? You can’t take anything
in if you’re tired.” Lydia said and Scott shook his head.
“I’ll be fine; I just didn’t get much sleep last night.” Scott said and Lydia
tutted.
“That’s your problem. If the brain doesn’t get enough sleep, it can’t function
properly and if your brain isn’t functioning properly – you aren’t functioning
properly.” Lydia said and tucked Stiles’ notes into his book and closed it. “Go
to your last class; go to work, and then sleep. You’ll have three hours in the
morning before the test. I suggest reading through all of this once before bed,
and go over it at least three times in the morning. It will be fresh in your
mind by the time Mr. Harris’ make-up exam he scheduled.”
“Shouldn’t I study now though?” Scott asked.
“Not if you’re not going to be getting anything from it.” Lydia said and
started gathering up her things. “Seriously, do what I said and you can’t
possibly fail the test unless you’re just /that/ terrible at taking in what you
read, in which case I can’t help you.”
“She’s right. If you’re sleep deprived and stressed out, then it’s not going to
be helping anything if you try to cram in a bunch of information.” Stiles piped
up as he closed his book. “I’ll go over it with you in the morning and quiz you
to make sure that you’ve got it down when you’re less tired and stressed out.”
He knew the stress part wouldn’t really go away much, but hey, anything would
help out.
“Thanks again you guys, you have no idea how helpful this is,” Scott says and
reluctantly gets up and stuffs his book away into his backpack.
“It’s what friends are for, Scott. I think you should do that though, just go
home and catch up on the sleep that you’ve been missing for the last few days.”
Stiles replied. Lydia pats him on the shoulder before giving Stiles a short
little annoyed smirk, heels silent on the carpeting until she reaches the doors
where they continue clicking until Scott can’t even hear them anymore. He looks
at his watch and huffs out a sigh. “I think I’ll ask Deaton for the afternoon
off, take a nap and study some more – get some real rest for once. What about
you?” Scott asks. “You gonna meet up with Derek?” Stiles slowly grinned.
“Yeah, of course I’m going to meet up with Derek. Oh yeah, Derek wanted me to
talk to you about working with him. You don’t have to be part of his pack
really, I don’t know, but uh, it’s better to work together to take this whole
Jackson thing on instead of just you, me, and Allison.” Scott frowns at the
mention of Derek’s offer – yet again trying to get him to join up with him.
“I don’t know Stiles, I know we could use the help on this, but I just… After
everything that happened with Peter and Derek taking that chance from me, I
don’t know if I’m ready for working with him, as pack or not. I’m honestly only
really tolerating the fact that you two are seeing each other because I can see
how happy he makes you.” Scott says and worries his bottom lip with his teeth.
“Ask me again tomorrow, I’ll think about it, at least.” He says, rubbing his
hand against the back of his neck.
“Okay, I know that he really, really fucked that up, but hear me out. This
isn’t me taking sides, by the way. So, I want you to picture it this way, what
if someone killed everyone you ever cared about, leaving just you and your
sister, and then your sister is killed. When you find out that it’s your uncle,
he promises you that it was all a mistake, and manipulates you into helping
him, only for you to find out that he killed your sister to make himself
stronger? I’m not saying that Derek was right, but when he tells me about how
he and his sister were, it would have been like you suddenly just finding out
that your mom and I had both been killed.
So that’s why I also can’t blame Derek too hard for letting his anger get the
best of him and killing him. We’ll talk about it more tomorrow, I just thought
you should look at it from that angle too.” Stiles said softly.
Scott lowers his eyes, not even having looked at it that way – not because he
didn’t know most of that stuff already, but because he couldn’t bring himself
to empathize with Derek. He doesn’t say anything in the way of an agreement,
just nodding his head a few times before starting off towards the doors. Stiles
felt a little bad for making Scott feel bad about that, but he wanted to get
his friend to sort of feel how Derek felt about that night.
***** Road Head *****
Once he was finished with checking out, he headed to his car before he pulled
out his phone. ’Free from school if you’re all ready to be a bad influence on
me. ; )’ He texted Derek once he was in the safety of his car.
’I’m at home, so yeah. Get your scrawny little ass over here.’ Derek texted
back with a smirk. He was in the process of looking up directions to that shop
- the need to get out of town after that camera spotted him at the school was
looking really good. Not to mention going to a BDSM shop with Stiles was
seriously the last thing he’d imagined ever doing and he was actually really
looking forward to it.
’....Did you just call me scrawny? Well, at least my scrawny ass can get
through small spaces while your muscular ass would get stuck.’ Stiles laughed
as he texted him before he put his phone away so he could drive.
He stopped at the store to get a few snacks for them to enjoy throughout the
day before he set the bags in the backseat. Once he was at Derek’s place, he
got out of his car and headed straight up before he let himself in. “Derry, I’m
home!” He called out, grinning to himself.
“Up here,” Derek called out the bedroom door, eyes flicking over his phone’s
GPS directions as he studied the route again. It was fairly simple - the least
amount of turns to get to where they were going as simply as possible. He still
might need the directions by the time they got to San Francisco though, so he
kept the webpage open on his phone, turning off the screen as he got up and
walked to the doorway of it to meet Stiles. Stiles headed up to his bedroom
before he slid his arms around Derek’s waist.
“What’s up?” He asked curiously as he rested his chin on his shoulder. “Do you
have plans for the day yet?”
“Yeah, I just looked up the directions to the shop that looked the most
promising. You up for a road trip?” Derek asked, bringing his hands up to rest
on the back of Stiles’ arms.
“I’m always up for a road trip with you.” Stiles grinned up at him before he
kissed him quickly. “Especially if we’re going to a sex shop.” Derek laughed,
shaking his head.
“Let me just grab something real quick. I keep forgetting about it and I
promised I’d let you see it.” He said, lowering his arms and moving over to his
bed. He lifted the mattress off the floor about a foot, grabbing the canvas
that was underneath it face up. He licked and bit at his lips, hesitating a
moment before offering it out to Stiles. “Like I said, I didn’t entirely finish
it... but I don’t know, I think it looks nice the way it is.” Stiles felt those
pesky butterflies in his stomach when he saw Derek grab the canvas. He felt so
anxious and so excited to see what Derek had done and he almost wondered if he
should look at it because he neither it was going to blow his mind. He looked
up at Derek, swallowing hard before he looked down at it.
“Oh my God, Derek....” He whispered, almost feeling like he was looking at a
photograph. “Holy shit...I love it so much.” Derek laughed, scratching the back
of his neck and leaving his hand there to hang from his shoulder.
“Its yours then, there’s nothing else I really want to add to it.” He said and
slipped his hand down, digging his fingers into the front pockets of his jeans.
Stiles looked up at him, cocking his head as he thought about it.
“Are you sure? I mean, I’d love keeping it so much, but are you sure you don’t
want to see my face when you go to sleep? You could make a shrine of me with
it.”
“I drew this for you, besides, if I want a picture of you I can just use my
phone.” Derek said and took his hands out of his pockets, “Come on though, we
should get going before it gets any later.”
“Well, thank you. I really love it, Der.” Stiles murmured before he looked down
at it to admire it again. “You’re really incredible. I mean, holy shit. I could
not be any more attracted to you than I am right now. I mean, what can’t your
hands do?”
“Play an instrument?” Derek suggested, the first thing to pop into his head.
“Well you can learn to play something eventually.” Stiles grinned at him before
looking back down at the artwork, not really wanting to put it down. Derek
stepped over to Stiles and brushed his hand across the side of his face.
“I’m really glad you like it though, I wasn’t sure if you would.”
“Of course I love it, I would be freaking insane to not like it.” Derek smirked
letting his hand fall to his side.
“Let me go put this in my car and we’ll go. Sound good?”
“Lead the way then. I’ll be right down, I just gotta grab a few things.” He
said and walked back into his room.
“Sounds good, don’t take too long or I might get distracted and wander off.”
Stiles said with a laugh before he headed back outside. He set the canvas on
the backseat of his Jeep to keep it safe before grabbing one of the bags of
snacks so he could put it in Derek’s car. He thought of something and slowly
grinned, going to get a CD out of his casebefore putting it in Derek's stereo.
Once he found the song, Barbie Girl by Aqua, he put it on and quickly turned
the stereo off before turning the volume knob up. He was never going to get
sick of messing with Derek.
Derek took the stairs two at a time, not wanting to make Stiles wait around and
also wanting to try and get to the city before the shop closed, also to turn in
a couple of the portfolios he had in his hands to the two shops in Beacon Hills
that actually had early hours. He sat them on Stiles’ lap after he got in,
putting his car key into the ignition and starting it up. The radio turned on
with the car as it had been on when he’d last shut it off and he jumped with
the loudness of the radio. When he realized what was playing after immediately
cranking the volume down to a non-ear splitting level for him, he groaned. “You
are seriously never allowed to touch the stereo. Like... ever again.” Stiles
covered his mouth when Derek turned on the radio, cackling and leaning back
against his seat before he threw his head back.
“But Derek, it’s totally your song!” He exclaimed, pretty proud of himself.
“You just need to change your outlook! I’m pretty sure that you would look
fabulous in pink, Barbie.” He winked at him before he started to cackle again.
“You know what,” Derek growled, his tone filled with warning. He grit his teeth
together and took the portfolios from Stiles’ lap. “You think this is so funny,
I’ll give you a reason to laugh.” he said and twisted in his seat so he was
facing Stiles, reaching over and viciously wiggling his fingers at Stiles’
sides. Stiles screamed before he began to laugh, squirming and trying to get
away from Derek’s hands.
“No! Not fair!” He got out through his laughter, soon wheezing as he threw his
head back against the window. He grunted a little at the pain, scrunching his
face up before he began to laugh again.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” Derek asked with concern in his voice, even as
amusement came back to his face the second Stiles started laughing again. Derek
let up on his tickling, leaning across the seats and resting his hands on the
seat as he stopped his face inches from Stiles’.
“Now, get my Three Days Grace mix and I won’t tickle you anymore today, even
though you deserve some sort of punishment for that atrocity to the music
world.” Stiles snickered as he calmed down, looking up between Derek’s lips and
his eyes before he shrugged.
“I’m perfectly fine now.” He said softly before he raised his eyebrows and
slowly grinned. “You really love that mix don’t you? Also, I can’t listen to
them any more without thinking about you. It’s kind of a curse and a blessing
because it’s kind of hot to know that I’m dating someone that sounds so much
like Adam.” Derek hummed, rolling his eyes.
“I can at least go through the rest of your CDs and maybe find something
tolerable?” he suggested, suppressing a grin by biting at his lower lips,
giving Stiles his best puppy dog eyes.
“Well, since we’re going on a road trip, it’ll be fun to go through some of the
different CDs I brought with me.” Stiles said softly, biting his own lip as he
moved an arm around Derek before resting his hand on the back of his head.
“God, you’re so ridiculous. Stop being so damn attractive or I actually will
tickle you.”
“You know you like it,” Derek said, darting his tongue out and brushing it
against the tip of Stiles’ nose. “Go get your CDs, I promise not to leave
without you.” he said with a smirk, leaning back into his seat. Stiles
scrunched his face up for a moment before raising his eyebrows again.
“Okay, but did you just actually lick me?”
“Ever so observant,” Derek said with a smirk, looking at Stiles. “Yes, I licked
your nose.”
“Oh, so it’s bad that I make dog jokes, but now you’re licking me?” Stiles
snorted, shaking his head before getting out of the car so he could go get his
small CD collection out of his Jeep. “God, I will never understand werewolves!”
He exclaimed. Derek cracked up laughing a little, shaking his head and ejecting
Stiles’ CD from the stereo, holding it carefully between his fingers as he
waited for Stiles to come back over from his Jeep. Stiles soon returned and
shut the door behind him with a sigh. He flipped through the case until he
found Derek’s CD and put it in so that he could take the other one and put it
in the slot that he just had emptied. Derek flashed him a small grin.
“Thank you.” he said, pulling his seatbelt across his chest and backing out of
the driveway. He headed over to the first tattoo shop, the closest one to the
warehouse, glancing over at Stiles. “Can you see if those portfolios are okay?”
he asked, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the backseat.
“Yeah, of course.” Stiles leaned back so he could grab the portfolios and hold
them carefully on his lap. Of course, his curiosity got the best of him and he
began going through them. “Holy fucking shit...” He breathed, suddenly feeling
like he had some very valuable treasure in his hands. “God damn you, Derek.”
Stiles murmured as he admired the different tattoos.
“I tried to choose the best ones,” Derek said, glancing over at Stiles as he
drove. “If I’m lucky, they’ll think I’m as awesome as you do and give me a
flexible schedule.”
“If they don’t, then there is something seriously wrong with them.” Stiles
stated, crooking an eyebrow as he glanced up at him. “I need my dad’s
permission for you to tattoo me right?” Derek frowned, thinking about what
Stiles asked him.
“I wasn’t even thinking about that... I forget how young you are sometimes.” he
admitted and thoughtfully tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. “It
would probably be a good idea to ask him, but don’t tell him I’m the one giving
it to you. I’d rather not have him disliking me any more than he already does.”
“You’re totally robbing the cradle.” Stiles teased before he remembered
something. “Oh shit, my birthday’s coming up. I totally forgot about it with
everything that’s been going on. And yeah, no, don’t worry. I’m trying hard to
make it seem like you’re not a bad influence on me. Especially with the whole
bad boy with the leather jacket and fast car thing you’ve got going on.” Derek
grinned. He knew exactly already what he wanted to do for Stiles’ birthday,
remembering all the pestering Stiles had been doing about certain things.
“I think I know what I’m going to do for you already.”
“What the hell? You already know what you’re gonna do for my birthday? You sure
plan fast. Also, it’s in like a couple weeks, just so you know. I was born on
the eighth.”
“Your constant nagging to get me to do things for you has given me a few ideas
that I just thought of, so yeah.”
“That’s adorable.” Stiles said softly, finding it cute that Derek already had
some ideas for things that they could do. It was safe to say that he was really
excited for his birthday now. Derek paused at a stop sign before turning into
the parking lot of a strip mall that had a sign over one of the buildings that
just said ‘TATTOO’ in big black lettering. He parked out front and exhaled
slowly between his lips.
He hated that he was a little nervous. Then again he hadn’t been to a place to
apply in over three years, so he figured that was probably the reason.
“Portfolio?” he asked, holding his hand out to Stiles. Stiles took his seat
belt off before turning to face Derek better so he could lean forwards and kiss
him softly.
“Hey, it’ll be okay. You’re talented and really great, and the worst they can
say is that they aren’t hiring. You’ll find an awesome job, even if it isn’t
today, but I still believe that you’ll probably get something cool very soon.”
Derek nodded slowly, taking in and releasing a pent up breath of air before
telling himself that Stiles was right, because he was.
“Thanks,” he said quietly and reached over to hug Stiles, drinking in the smell
of him to try and calm his nerves. It worked fairly well and when he let go of
him, he took one of the portfolio’s with him. “I’ll be right back, then there’s
one more shop before we leave.” he said, resting his hand on the handle and
looking up at the door to the place before getting out.
“That’s fine with me.” Stiles said softly, smiling widely as he rubbed his back
before he watched Derek go. He sat back and began to fiddle with the radio,
mostly seeing what was on before he began to change some of Derek’s stations.
He wondered if he would even really notice it, since Derek seemed to listen to
CDs more often. Derek went into the shop, having to wait a few moments for one
of the artists to finish up printing out a stencil for a girl who seemed to be
more interested in her phone than anything else. “Can I help you?” the artist
asked, a middle aged man with a balding head and tattoos covering both arms, 1”
gauges in each earlobe.
“Yeah, my name’s Derek, I was hoping to have someone take a look at my
portfolio, see if there’s any openings.” Derek said and offered out the
portfolio.
“Well, I’m not really the boss here, but I can take a look at your stuff, see
what I can do. “ he asked, his eyes widening as he opened the folder. “Damn
dude, these are pretty good. You did all these?” he asked and Derek nodded.
“Yeah, I do mostly freelance stuff for friends, word of mouth type stuff,” he
lied, resting his arms on the table. “The back of the first page has my contact
information, the hours I have available, basic stuff.” the guy nodded and
offered his hand out which Derek shook.
“I’ll show it to the boss, see what she says. My name’s Markie,” he said and
went back to looking over the folder before setting it on a table behind him.
“Just between you and me though, I’m pretty sure you won’t have any problems
getting hired on with the quality of your work. The detail on those.. fuck.” he
said and Derek laughed, nodding.
“Thanks, I’ve gotta run, but if she decides to call I’m available to talk 24/
7.” he said and Markie nodded. They exchanged quick farewells and Derek went
out to the Camaro, sitting down in the front seat and flashing a smile over at
Stiles. “That went well, I think.” Stiles had quickly turned the radio off when
he saw Derek coming, not wanting to give him any indication of what he had been
doing to entertain himself. Stiles grinned and hugged him.
“Really? That’s so awesome! See, you just gotta be positive. It’s like pixie
dust, if you don’t believe, then you’re basically not going to get anywhere or
have any fun.” He stated, bumping their noses together lightly.
“Well, I honestly think I’d already have a job if it was up to the guy I talked
to,” Derek said, backing out of the parking space and exiting the parking lot
so he could head to the next one before they’d leave town for the rest of the
day. It didn’t take nearly as long at that one, the slightly larger tattoo
artist working there telling him just to set his portfolio on the table and
they’d call him if they were interested. Derek gave Stiles a tight-lipped smile
as he sat back down in the car, sighing. “Off to San Francisco,” he said,
shifting his car into reverse.
“Well, at least the first one went awesomely.” Stiles piped up when he got back
in the car, staying really positive about everything. “Oh my god, I’m actually
going to a sex shop with my boyfriend. This is going to be super rad, and an
eye opening experience since it’ll be my first steps into the world of BDSM.”
“Just try not to freak out when we walk in there, okay? I don’t know what this
shop looks like, but there’s some stuff in the BDSM world that is pretty fucked
up, to me anyway,” he said, backing out of the lot and finally directing his
attention to leaving Beacon Hills.
“Can I hold your hand the entire time so I don’t end up running out of the
store? Because the last time I was surrounded in this little world, I got three
phone numbers while being caressed and then I was almost trampled to death.”
Derek nodded and slowly frowned, “Wait, what? Three phone numbers? From who?”
he asked, reaching over at taking Stiles’ hand and lacing their fingers
together. He tried to fight the weird sensation of jealousy, the mention of
trampling clearly denoting as the night Stiles was speaking of being during
their break-up. That didn’t matter to his heart though apparently, but he did
his best to control himself so Stiles could answer his question.
“I like to call them ‘Kiki’s gang’. Don’t worry about it, I really don’t think
it was a romantic thing...Then again...” He trailed off, remembering that Kiki
did kiss him. Even if it was on the temple. He snorted and waved his hand
dismissively. “Well anyways, don’t worry about it." There’s not much that can
compete with you. I think you might be tied with curly fries on my interest
scale, but that’s a different story.” Derek nodded, giving Stiles’ hand a
squeeze.
“If you really don’t think I’ve got anything to worry about, I’ll try not to.”
he said, still a little irritated. He let go of Stiles’ hand to turn the radio
back on, putting it on CD as soon as he noticed it wasn’t on that setting
anymore. He knew Stiles had messed with the radio based on that, but he didn’t
bother asking. The song he ended up settling on was Let You Down, leaving the
volume low. He pulled his cigarettes out from his jacket pocket as he drove,
smacking the top of the pack against his thigh a few times before pulling at
the cellophane with his teeth. He finally managed to get it open one-handed,
taking one out before he put it in the little cubby, lighting it up and tucking
the lighter next to his cigarettes before he cracked the window.
“Oh my god, you’re jealous. You are totally jealous.” Stiles grinned, finding
it kind of awesome that he had managed to cause someone to be jealous. He also
couldn’t help but really enjoy the way that Derek refused to let go of his
hand. “So uh....I’m still laughing about my dad thinking that I was blowing you
in your car.” He soon piped up after a few moments of thinking. Derek snorted a
little, shaking his head.
“You’re thinking about blowing me is what you’re thinking about.” Derek
quipped, a smirk playing at his lips. “But to what you said earlier, yeah. I am
a little bit. I can’t help it, I don’t know why.”
“It’s because we’re boyfriends and I’m the pack mom to your pack pups.” Stiles
replied simply, shrugging a little before he laughed. “I’m a teenager with ADHD
and an overactive imagination, of course I’m thinking about blowing you.” That
Stiles could explain his jealousy so easily made Derek sigh, wishing he didn’t
have those emotions at all. Stiles wasn’t his mate, or his anchor, just his
boyfriend. Which is probably why I should listen to him... he thought. His last
relationship had been with Kate and that was a lie, he didn’t know how a real
relationship should go and he supposed if Stiles thought jealousy was part of
it, then he was right.
“I just hope traffic isn’t bad so we can get to the shop and come back quick.”
he said and held his cigarette out the window for a second so the ashes would
be sucked off by the wind.
“It shouldn’t be too bad right now, then again it is still around normal lunch
hour for people...” Stiles said softly, mostly thinking out loud. “Maybe we
could play a game or something?” He suggested. Derek raised an eyebrow,
exhaling the drag he’d taken from his cigarette towards the window.
“Like what?” he asked, glancing over at Stiles.
“I have no idea. Maybe...Truth or dare, but with dares that we can do in a
car.” He said softly, lifting their interlocked hands so he could kiss the back
of Derek’s. Derek nodded, shrugging a little.
“All right, I can manage that I guess. You first though,” he said with a small
smirk. “Truth or dare?”
“Let’s start this out safe. I dare you to truth me.” He winked at him. Derek
rolled his eyes, taking in a drag from his cigarette as he thought of a
question he could ask Stiles. He thought of one almost instantly.
“What did you end up doing with all that honeysuckle I put in your room?”
“I had to get rid of like eighty percent of it so my Dad wouldn’t notice, but I
left the rest of it in my room until it got all gross and I had to throw it
out.” Derek nodded, laughing.
“I meant it as a thank you, for that night. For sharing with me about your
mom.” he said, giving Stiles’ hand a small squeeze. “Your turn, ask me.”
“You’re welcome. Sharing is caring.” He replied with a snicker. “Uh...Truth or
Dare?” Derek didn’t like the sound of the conspiratorial snicker Stiles let
out, but he decided fair was fair and he’d at least play his round before
making Stiles pick a different game. “Dare.” he said, anticipating some sort of
“cruel” torment that only Stiles could come up with. Stiles thought about what
he could dare Derek to do and before long he started laughing. He covered his
mouth with the back of his hand, trying to muffle his laughter and every time
he tried to talk, he just started to laugh again.
“I dare you to....Oh god, I dare you to look at someone through the window and
make eye contact with them before winking and licking the window.”
Derek rolled his eyes, “You’re ridiculous.” he said, “but then again I’m never
one to back down from a challenge.” he said and glanced out his window, there
was a car coming up next to them on the highway right now even - Derek so
occupied with talking to Stiles he was one of the few people doing the speed
limit. As they reached his window he sped up to match them, immediately making
them glare over at him.
Derek grinned over at them waving. They flipped him off and he laughed,
glancing over at Stiles before taking a breath. Stiles leaned forwards so he
could see everything that was happening, unable to believe that Derek was
really going to do it. He looked back over to see them yelling at him, waving
their arms in a gesture for him to get out of their way. Derek fixed a solid
stare at them, winking before making a licking motion at the window and
speeding off ahead.
“How was that?” he asked, almost wishing he’d caught the person’s reaction.
Stiles, however, did see the shocked faces of the passengers before Derek sped
off and he let out an inhuman shrill noise. He quickly began wheezing and
letting out a strangled laugh, dropping and smacking his head on the dashboard
of the car as his shoulders shook from his laughter. Derek laughed along with
him, though clearly not as hard.
“God damn it, are you okay?” he asked through laughter as Stiles smacked his
head on the dash. “It’s like every time I make you laugh, you hurt yourself.”
he said through chuckles. Stiles covered his mouth with both hands as he felt
tears come to his eyes from how hard he was laughing.
“I-I’m fine! I just - Oh my fucking God, the look on their faces!” He cackled.
Derek laughed again at that, “Man, I drove off too quick. I didn’t see. What
did they look like?” he asked, holding his cigarette out the window for a
second to get rid of the ashes. Stiles started wheezing again before laughing
so hard that he started snorting.
“T-They, oh my God! I’m surprised they didn’t crash their car they looked so
fucking shocked!” Derek laughed shaking his head.
“God, you should have recorded that.” he said, laughing again. “All right, your
turn again. Truth or dare?” Stiles slowly got himself to stop laughing, nodding
as he sat back and wiped his eyes.
“Jesus Christ, Derek. Uh, Truth.”
Derek flicked his cigarette filter out the window, rolling it up before
thinking of a truth for Stiles to tell. There were a lot more questions popping
into his head now, but he settled on one in particular. “Why did you refuse the
Bite?” he asked quietly. “Not that I’m saying you made the wrong decision, I’m
just curious.” Stiles lifted his thumb to his mouth and chewed lightly at his
thumbnail as he thought about it.
“Can we uh...Skip this question?” He asked softly, feeling more than a little
uncomfortable. He tried to push the feeling away, but he just wasn’t sure that
he wanted to get into this subject quite yet. Derek slowly nodded, smelling how
uncomfortable Stiles was as he had been thinking.
“How about why you picked drums? As far as an instrument to play.” he said,
figuring that answer might be easier and a good subject change.
“I’ve always been interested in them and after I took up the guitar, I figured
that drums would make an awesome next step.” He gave him a small, grateful
smile to show how thankful he was that he didn’t push it.
“So wait, you play the guitar too?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow. He brushed
his thumb in circles against Stiles’ hand, his way of saying ‘you’re welcome.’
“Yeah, a little.” Stiles laughed a little at his surprise. “Maybe I’ll serenade
you.”
“Hmmm, you’ll have to play for me sometime definitely.” he said and gave Stiles
a smirk. “My turn?”
“I so will. I’m uh...Actually learning something for you. And yeah, truth or
dare, Der?” Derek quirked an eyebrow over at Stiles when he said he was already
learning something to play for him. He didn’t ask though, figuring Stiles would
want it to be a surprise.
“Dare.”
“Oh my God, why?” Stiles groaned as he tried to think of something. “Uh...I
dare you to sing the most embarrassing song you know for me.”
Derek groaned, “Define embarrassing.”
“Like a song that you normally wouldn’t be caught dead letting anyone know that
you enjoy. Something like that.” Derek sighed, his mind immediately going to
all of the songs on his phone and trying to come up with one that he knew was
on there that he wouldn’t want Stiles to see. He knew the song immediately that
he wouldn’t want Stiles to know about, the band being one that his sister Cora
had listened to and he’d always complained but secretly liked.
“Open up my music and find the T’s. It should be the top one, Tatu. It’s the
only song by them I have on this.” he said, letting go of Stiles’ hand so he
could dig his phone out of his jeans pocket and hand it over. He turned the
radio off as he waited. Stiles snickered a little, raising his eyebrows as he
went through the music on his phone.
“Oh my God, you listen to Tatu? That is really adorable, Derek.” He said softly
before tapping the band name and the song so that the music would play.
“Shut up,” Derek said defensively, sighing heavily through his nose. The
familiar beats of the song started and he cleared his throat once before
singing along in his own key - because his voice would definitely crack if he
tried to hit any of the notes that were actually being sung.
“Is it to late? Nothing to salvage. You look away, clear all the damage.” he
sang, not even paying attention to the fact that his voice was forming the
words differently, matching the accent of the artist. “The meaning to, all
words of love, has disappeared.” he took a breath before the chorus. “We used
to love one another, give to each other, lie under covers so... are you friend
or foe?”
He kept singing until the song ended and started over on itself, automatically
doing so because of his phones’ settings and how he’d had Stiles pick the song.
Stiles listened to Derek sing, his jaw dropping again as he started to get a
dazed look on his face. He stared at Derek’s mouth shamelessly the entire time
and resisted the urge to climb onto his lap and shove his tongue into that
mouth. “If you ever tell anyone I like Tatu I will never forgive you.” It took
Stiles a few moments to respond when Derek spoke and he slowly tried to snap
himself out of his trance.
“Huh? What? Oh, yeah, no worries, that’s fine.” He said softly, not really
paying too much attention to what he just said. Derek rolled his eyes, sighing.
“You’re ridiculous.” he said and reached to take Stiles’ hand again, lacing
their fingers together where they had been before. “Truth or dare?”
“You’re ridiculous.” Stiles stated before he snickered a little and raised his
eyebrows. “I guess I can try one of your dares.” Derek nodded and tried to come
up with a dare. He’d assumed Stiles was just going to pick truth again, which
he hadn’t minded, so he was a little unprepared. He thought of something after
a couple minutes, grinning even though he knew Stiles would probably
immediately go against the dare.
“I dare you never to make another dog joke again.”
“Fuck that!” Stiles exclaimed with a laugh. “That is totally and completely
impossible, but nice try. I’ll give you a C minus for your effort though.” He
said softly as he gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
“I didn’t really expect you to go for it, but I think that technically means
you lose.” he said, shrugging. “I haven’t played truth or dare in over a
decade.”
“No, no, no, one more! One more round!” Stiles exclaimed, totally having a dare
that he really wanted to make Derek do, just this once.
Derek sighed, “All right, fine. Hit me with a dare then.” Derek said, adjusting
his back against his seat.
“I dare you to...” he paused, turning a little in his seat so he could let go
of Derek’s hand and move his own hand to the back of Derek’s neck. He ran his
fingers over his skin and his hair for a few moments before he continued, “I
dare you to get something pierced while we’re in San Francisco. I mean, it’ll
heal super fast anyways and you can just take it out afterwards.” Derek raised
an eyebrow up, slowly looking over at Stiles before forcing his eyes back to
the road.
“Can it be anything or did you have something specific in mind?” Derek asked
tentatively.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t want me to pick because I’d probably end up blurting
out something among the lines of your dick, and I don’t think you wanna go that
far. So yeah, anything goes really.”
“Definitely not,” Derek said and smirked as he thought of another place that
might be interesting to pierce. “I’ve got an idea for that, but I’m going to
keep it a surprise.” He said, grinning over at Stiles. A green sign by the road
said they still had another 15 miles to go. “Got any other games to play? We’re
almost there, but we’ll still have a bit before we’re going to make it to any
of the parlors, even after we get in city limits.”
“Damn it. Well, can I at least hold your little werewolf hand when you get
pierced? It will be more for moral support for me so I don’t pass out while
watching you.” He snickered before thinking about it. “Well, how about we play
‘I Spy’?”
“I don’t mind.” he said with a laugh. “And sure, though try not to pick stuff
that we’re going to pass before I can guess what it is.” Derek said, shrugging.
It was fun, just cruising down the highway and enjoying Stiles’ company.
“Alright, I spy with my absolutely gorgeous little eye...” Stiles looked around
for something that he could use before he slowly grinned. “Something dark and
brooding.” Derek huffed, rolling his eyes.
“Is it me?” he asked with an annoyed tone.
“Very good, Derek. Now....I spy....Something....Grumpy and oh so serious.”
Derek rolled his eyes, “Really, Stiles?” he asked shaking his head and
suppressing the urge to laugh.
“Yes, really.” Stiles snickered, turning a little so he could sit at an angle
and watch Derek. “This is what happens when you’re stuck in a car with me.”
“You’re a monster,” Derek snorted with a laugh. “A hyperactive, sexually
frustrated little monster.” Stiles snorted at that, shaking his head.
“I’m your little monster. I could change the sexually frustrated part right
now, if you want.” He slowly grinned at him.
Derek sighed, “And how exactly would you do this while I’m driving?” he asked,
wondering if he even wanted to know Stiles’ answer.
“Well, I’m pretty sure that my ‘scrawny’ body wouldn’t need too much room to
maneuver myself under your arms and give you one hell of a blow job.” Derek
closed his eyes briefly, cursing under his breath.
“I’m driving,” Derek said, sighing in frustration. He was tempted, God he was
tempted, but he wasn’t sure he could drive properly if Stiles was doing
anything to do with touching his cock at the same time.
“That’s what makes it exciting.” Stiles grinned at him as he got a very
mischievous look in his eyes. “I’m a wild one, Derek. I guess that’s why I’ve
been running around with wolves. Besides, you’ve got your keen werewolf senses,
so I’m pretty sure that you won’t kill us. And if you get too distracted, maybe
we can pull over and I’ll finish you off.”
“You’re a terrible influence,” Derek said, feeling a little paranoia creeping
into his mind. He checked his mirrors looking for any cop cars, but there
weren’t any. His windows were tinted pretty well too, so unless someone was
directly looking into the window, they probably wouldn’t see anything.
Probably.
“I can see the wheels turning in that broody werewolf head of yours.” Stiles
murmured slyly, raising his eyebrows just ever so slightly. “I know you’re
thinking about how awesome it would feel, giving me another use for my mouth.
And you could be thinking about possibly placing your hand on the back of my
head when I would tease you and making me take you in deeper. And maybe, just
maybe, I would let you.” He said softly and slowly. Derek let out a sigh that
hitched in his chest a couple times on the way out, seriously needing to adjust
himself, but not wanting to give Stiles the satisfaction just yet of how much
his words were effecting him.
“Just maybe?” he teased back, probably pushing his luck, but not at all caring.
“Mhmm. Just maybe. And just maybe I’d really like it. I mean, I’d take a few
moments to make sure I don’t choke on you and ruin the moment, but I’m pretty
sure that I would really like taking every single inch that you give me.” A low
growl worked its way up from Derek’s chest, letting out a couple quiet heavy
breaths before looking over at Stiles. He sincerely had to close his eyes
before he could look away back to the road, correcting the minor bit of listing
he was doing towards the right.
“At this point if you keep talking I might come anyway.” he admitted, his voice
low and husky.
“Really? I could turn you on that much? Oh my god, that’s so awesome.” Stiles
laughed a little, feeling pretty proud of himself for having that much of an
effect on him. “I’ll have to get you off with just my voice one of these days.
But anyways, if we weren’t in a car, I would totally let you fuck my mouth. It
sounds like a really good time. And uh, getting back into character, maybe I
would really like you forcing me to take you down and listening to you tell me
how good I am. I’d love to hear you tell me how I’m doing such a good job and
maybe it would get me to keep taking you in as deep as I can. And when you
finally come, maybe I would sit back and let you see how I touch myself when I
think of you and can’t see you. And just maybe I would let you see how I make
myself come and moan out your name, every time.” Derek’s hand tightened on the
steering wheel so hard he heard the rip of the leather under his hand, even as
he was slowing down and pulling his car off to the side of the road. He shifted
the car quickly into park and adjusted his seat back as far as it would go.
“Get over here, now.” he said, reaching out and tugging at Stiles’ shirt to
pull him over the console. Stiles felt himself getting way too aroused by the
way that Derek was aroused and could only grin and nod as he leaned forwards
before kissing him. He tangled his fingers in his hair as he deepened the kiss
and nipped at his lip a little hard before he ran his tongue over it to soothe
the bite. Derek practically attacked Stiles with his mouth, the need to be
closer to him driving his actions entirely. He fisted his hand around the bit
of Stiles’ shirt he was still grabbing, sighing as Stiles bit his lip. “Stiles,
please...” he said breathily against Stiles’ mouth. He reached down to his
jeans, adjusting himself so that he didn’t feel as uncomfortable, the pressure
of his own hand making him suck in a sharp breath. He made a mental note to add
‘dirty talk’ to his list of kinks. Stiles pulled away just a little, glancing
down at Derek’s jeans for a moment before he slowly grinned.
“Damn, and here I was, thinking about how much I wanted to torture you still.”
He said softly but obliged to Derek’s request and undid his jeans for him. He
moved slowly, but at least he was doing it. Derek gave him probably the most
pitiful look he’d ever given anyone, completely at Stiles’ mercy. He was
relieved when Stiles finally moved, letting himself lean back against his seat
so he was nearly lying down. He never took his hands off of Stiles the entire
time, releasing his tight grip on Stiles’ shirt so he could caress the back of
his neck instead.
Once his jeans were undone, Stiles shifted his boxers just enough so he could
free Derek’s cock from his jeans before he moved enough so he could lean down
and slowly lick from the base to the tip. He took a slow breath through his
nose to calm himself before he took the head in his mouth and began to lightly
suck at him. By the time Stiles had started touching his cock Derek was already
gone from the world, his focus narrowing to the sensation of Stiles’ mouth
against him, his tongue.
“Shit,” he breathed, his hand tightening on Stiles’ neck a little, brushing his
thumb roughly against the base of his neck. Stiles smiled a little to himself
as he began to slowly bob his head, pretty pleased with himself right now since
he had managed to get Derek like this. He closed his eyes and focused on
starting out light and slow, lazily moving his hand over what he didn’t have in
his mouth yet.
Once he got used to it again, he began to take him in deeper and slowly picked
up his pace. He just barely grazed his teeth along his length, just enough to
give a little bit of an extra sensation every now and again. The second Derek
felt more than Stiles’ tongue against him, he brought his free hand to his
mouth, muffling the strangled high-pitched keening that loosed its way from his
chest and out his mouth.
“Oh God,” he whined, clenching his hand into a fist and struggling not to
thrust upwards into Stiles’ mouth. “I’m... I’m not gonna last, Stiles,” he
said, hating to admit it. He supposed since they were on the side of the road
that wasn’t exactly a bad thing, but he still didn’t like it. Derek bit at his
lower lip, his hips squirming. He had never thought that teeth during a blowjob
was a good thing, Stiles had just showed him otherwise. Stiles let out a low
hum to let Derek know that he heard him before he found that he liked the way
that his voice vibrated on his cock and continued to do it. He couldn’t stop
smiling the entire time, just so thrilled that he had gotten Derek to this
point. He decided that he might as well just go with part of what he had said
and began to take him in as deep as he could and suck harder at him.
Derek’s eyes slipped shut, closing tightly at the oddly fantastic sensation of
Stiles humming while he had Derek’s cock in his mouth. He didn’t know what to
do with his free hand so he just gripped at his seat. He could already feel his
climax coming, pre-cum leaking out from him. He tried to hold on, tried to
wait, tried to make it last just a little bit longer. Stiles ran his teeth
along him again as he moved back up so he could run his tongue along the head
slowly to lap up the pre-cum before he moved down again. He began to hum again,
unable to help himself from drooling a little on him as he tried his best to
take all of him in.
“Stiles, fuck,” he gasped, arching his back against his seat. Stiles was taking
him in so much that Derek couldn’t stand it, the pressure building behind his
balls. “I’m - I’m hmmm,” he groaned between his teeth. He panted out moans,
reverse thrusting his ass into the seat. He grunted out in a half-assed
warning, moaning out loudly as he came. He pressed his hips down into the seat,
hard - his breath coming in quick sharp breaths between his lips. Stiles
coughed a little when his mouth was filled even more and tried his best not to
choke so he could keep everything as his eyes glazed over from his gag reflex
being set off. He furrowed his eyebrows as he focused, slowly pulling off of
him and sitting back in his seat as some of Derek’s come dribbled down his
chin. He tried to swallow everything though, wiping his eyes with his sleeves
as he took slow breaths through his nose.
Derek let his hand that had been on Stiles’ neck slip down as Stiles’ pulled
off of him, covering himself up at least with his boxers as he carefully sat
up. He pulled at the handle of his seat, the back of it flying up and smacking
his back as it stopped before he leaned it back to its usual position. “You
okay?” he asked, rubbing his hand along what he could reach of Stiles’
shoulders.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Stiles smiled at him, wiping his mouth before he stared at
Derek as he slowly licked his palm. “I’m actually pretty awesome. I mean, holy
fuck, I just did that to you.”
“I definitely owe you for that,” Derek said with a few silent laughs, huffing
air out of his mouth. He moved his hand from behind Stiles’ back, wishing more
than anything right now that he’d brought something to drink. He substituted a
drink for a cigarette, cracking his window a little before he even lit it. “Not
gonna lie, that was probably the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten. I feel really
bad that I didn’t last, I would have enjoyed seeing how much farther you could
get.” Stiles beamed at that, leaning forwards so he could kiss the edge of
Derek’s mouth softly.
“Well, I’m glad that I was able to give you the best blow job that you’ve ever
had. There’s plenty more where that came from. And you’ll also have plenty more
chances to last tonight.” He winked at him, reaching back behind the seat
before he grabbed himself a bottle of Mountain Dew Voltage from his bag of junk
food.
“Do you want a sip?” He asked as he opened the bottle before taking a swig of
the raspberry soda. Derek sighed in relief, accepting the bottle from Stiles
and drinking it until the carbonation burned his nose. He ended up handing
Stiles the 2/3rds that was left, lazily placing his cigarette between his lips
and lighting it.
“I’m gonna say fuck it to turning in those other portfolios.” he said, exhaling
his drag and watching the smoke pool around the ceiling before the wind coming
through the window cleared it out.
“Good, because I was kind of hoping that you were planning on fucking me
instead.” Stiles replied with a shrug, taking the cigarette and the soda from
Derek. He took a slow drag of the cigarette before leaning forwards so he could
pucker his lips and blow it out the window. Derek chuckled, taking his
cigarette back once Stiles was done and holding it between his lips and taking
a drag as he fastened his pants back up.
He took it from his lips and exhaled the smoke before speaking again, “BDSM
shop, drive home, and then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk for at
least an hour.”
“O-Oh my God.” Stiles stammered, dropping his head on Derek’s shoulder. “Holy
fucking shit, Derek, yeah, that’s totally okay with me.” Derek smiled, laughing
silently through his nose.
“I figured.” he said and leaned his head over to rest his cheek against Stiles’
head. He absently reached out to the radio, cranking up the volume a little
until he could hear it.
“...and over I fall for you, over and over I try not to!” the speakers played
and Derek smirked, tilting his head and pressing a kiss to the top of Stiles’
head. He rested his head back where it was, closing his eyes and just letting
his body relax for a few more minutes. Stiles smiled widely at the music,
keeping his head on Derek’s shoulder as he took his hand again so he could
interlock their fingers. He closed his eyes before and hummed along before he
decided that he was going to catch Derek off guard in the best way possible. He
slowly sat up, wanting to see Derek’s face when he did it. He took a deep
breath, keeping his gaze on Derek. Derek had been relaxing a little too well
probably, his eyes being closed and the music and the exhaustion of having just
came taking over him. He pulled himself out of it when Stiles moved away,
sitting up a little more and looking at Stiles oddly when he took the deep
breath. His own breath stilled in his lungs as Stiles started to sing to him,
the lyrics that he’d chosen to sing making his chest tighten.
“So many thoughts that I can’t get out of my head, I try to live without you,
every time I do I feel dead. I know what’s best for me, but I want you instead,
I’ll keep on wasting all my time.” Stiles belted out with the music, putting as
much as he could into it as he slowly grinned at him. Derek cupped Stiles’ face
in his hands before he could continue and pressed their mouths together, his
eyes squeezing tight. He needed to make Stiles shut up, to make him stop - this
seemed the best way. He felt like an idiot, like a mess of emotions that
couldn’t decide whether to be ecstatic or agitated. He ended up being a mixture
of both, breaking the kiss and immediately placing his cigarette between his
lips, avoiding looking at Stiles because no, he knew he hadn’t made the point
he was trying to get across when he’d kissed him.
Stiles felt his mind break a little when Derek kissed him again, gripping his
jacket as he kissed him back and kept him as close as he could before Derek
pulled away from him. He stared off into space for a moment before he slowly
smiled and climbed onto Derek’s lap while his seat was still pushed back. He
straddled his hips as comfortable as he could in the small space and put his
head on his shoulder before he closed his eyes. He hummed along to the music
and ran his fingers though his hair as he tried to keep them as relaxed as
possible. Derek waited a moment before wrapping his arms around Stiles, his
brain short-circuiting for a second as he tried to process what had happened.
No, Stiles hadn’t understood - which how could he when after singing what could
have been a confession of love, Derek had just kissed him. Derek failed in not
letting his agitation seep into his sigh, burying his face against Stiles’
neck. All he had to do was ignore it, Stiles hadn’t actually said anything and
all he was doing was getting his heart rate up so bad his chest ached a little.
Stiles turned his head so he could gently kiss Derek’s neck, smiling a little
as he pulled away so he could rest their foreheads together.
“Hey, grumpy.” he said softly, nuzzling their noses together. Derek exhaled
slowly, tossing his cigarette out the window, looking up at Stiles as he spoke.
“I think I figured out what it is that you see in me.” He murmured before he
paused for effect. “Your dick.” He gave him a dopey grin, snickering at his own
dumb joke. He wasn’t sure why Derek was suddenly feeling down, but he knew that
he wanted to put a smile back on his face. Derek rolled his eyes as Stiles
finished his thought, wrapping his arms tighter around Stiles’ back and resting
his face against Stiles’ chest, a smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t bother
saying anything, just rubbing his face into the fabric of Stiles’ shirt.
Eventually though he had to lift his head up, looking up at Stiles.
“Don’t ever change. Seriously.” he murmured, pressing his face up against
Stiles’ neck and kissing him there repeatedly.
“I won’t, I promise. Just as long as you never change either okay? If you do
that for me, then we’ve got a deal.” He said softly, closing his eyes before
tilting his head to give him more access to his neck. “I like you just the way
you are, you’re perfect to me.” Derek huffed a laugh against Stiles’ throat,
pressing a few more kisses before nuzzling at a spot where he decided he was
going to mark Stiles. He lifted his mouth to the spot, just at the space where
Stiles’ neck met his shoulder, straightening his back so he could reach it
better. He bit down hard, pressing his tongue flat against the skin and licking
as he sucked and pulled. Stiles let out a moan and arched his back at the
feeling. He closed his eyes tightly and bit his lip as he shifted a little on
his lap.
“God damn it, Derek.” He said softly. “If you keep this up, we won’t be getting
to San Francisco, and I’m rather looking forward to our sexual field trip.”
Derek just bit down harder, a low growl emanating from his chest before he
finally let go. Stiles eyes rolled back for a moment at the feeling of him
biting hard as he let out a shaky breath to help calm himself when he felt
himself getting hard again. Derek lapped his tongue at the mark, pressing his
tongue against the entire area before he swiped it up the side of Stiles’
entire neck, stopping when he reached his jaw line.
“Might want to hop over to your seat then.” he said lowly, rubbing his
fingertips against Stiles’ back.
“Ugh, it’s tempting to just stay in your lap.” Stiles stated as he reluctantly
climbed off of his lap and moved back to his seat as carefully as he could.
“Then again, I did promise that I was going to give you a show.”
“You’ll survive.” Derek chuckled, adjusting his seat so it was in its usual
position, fastening his seatbelt. “Buckle up, we’re gonna head straight there.”
Derek said, snagging the soda from the cup holder and taking a drink while he
waited for Stiles to get settled.
“Mmmmm.” Stiles nodded, reclining his seat so he could lean back and close his
eyes for a few moments. “I guess I will. I’m really excited for you to take me
back to your place and fuck me though, that’ll be pretty awesome.” He yawned a
little. Derek smirked over at him, raising his eyebrows as Stiles seemed to be
settling in for a nap. He didn’t comment - if Stiles fell asleep he’d just wake
him up when they got to the shop. He leaned over and buckled Stiles in,
checking his mirrors and blind spot before pulling back onto the highway.
Stiles snickered a little, hearing the click of the seat belt.
“Did you just mom me?” He asked softly, keeping his eyes closed as he let
himself start to drift off.
“Go to sleep,” Derek answered back with a soft chuckle, glancing over at Stiles
and thinking - not for the first or last time - about how utterly bad he has it
for Stiles. It takes them a half hours worth of driving to get to the shop,
getting stuck behind a bit of traffic just outside the entrance to the parking
lot of the place. It’s on one of the busiest streets in San Francisco
apparently, which seems promising as far as quality, but makes Derek cringe
when he thinks about how expensive it will be inside. He locates a parking
space about a two minute walk from the shop, parking his Camaro there and
shutting off the engine. He doesn’t immediately wake Stiles, letting him sleep
while he smokes a cigarette and watches the cars on the main road drive past.
After he was done smoking he finally reached over to Stiles, gently rubbing his
shoulder.
***** Emporium *****
Chapter Notes
     So Felix, the cashier at the Emporium in this chapter and the next,
     if you need a visual on who he is, he's Felix Dawkins from Orphan
     Black.
Stiles had dreamt about his mom while he napped, of the park they used to
attend. His dream even let him picture a young Derek, someone for his child
self to play with while he watched them from afar. It was just a peaceful dream
full of happiness, a world where his mom didn’t get sick and Derek’s family
didn’t die horribly. A perfect world with no pain.
When Derek shook him, he rolled his head to the side and curled up towards the
door. “Five more minutes.” He whispered, moving to rest his head against the
door. He quickly lost the dream though and slowly opened his eyes before he sat
up and rubbed his eyes. “Are we there yet?” He yawned as he stretched to wake
himself up. Derek laughed a little at how Stiles woke up, nodding.
“Been here for about ten minutes.” he said, taking the keys from the ignition
and working them into his coat pocket. “You feeling up to going in or do you
need a bit to wake up some more?”
“I need a minute.” Stiles said softly, moving to rest his head on Derek’s
shoulder as he stared off into space. Derek nodded, reaching down to lace their
fingers together. He thought about his dream and slowly moved his arm around
Derek’s waist before slowly tightening it. “You know...You were probably a cute
kid. Probably grumpy and angry looking, but cute. I think my...” He trailed
off, furrowing his eyebrows as he realized what he was about to say. He
swallowed a small knot in his throat before he allowed himself to continue. “I
think my mom would have loved you.” When Stiles’ scent shifted to one of
sadness he sat up and looked at him. That’s when Stiles said what was on his
mind. Derek nodded, scowling.
“Mine too. And Laura, no... Especially Laura.” He said with a small smile. It
was meant as a comfort to Stiles, hopefully it worked. Stiles smiled a little
and nodded as he felt a little better.
“I would have loved meeting them too.” He said softly, looking up at him. He
bumped their noses together, swallowing slowly before he smiled at him. “Let’s
go to the shop. I wanna see what you have in store for me.”
“Deal,” Derek said and gave Stiles a quick kiss before hopping out of the car
and meeting him around the front of it. He pressed the remote of his car twice
to lock it, it chirping at him in response before he pocketed his keys. “I had
to park a bit from the entrance,” he said and pointed at the sign for the
place. It was an inconspicuous sign, considering what the store was, fancy bold
black lettering scrawled across it saying ‘The Emporium.’
“The Emporium?” Stiles asked, taking Derek’s hand once he was at his side. “Oh
God, I’m so excited and so nervous that I might throw up. I’ll be careful not
to throw up on you though, I like you too much to cover you in half-digested
Danishes, coffee, and blue Mountain Dew.” He rambled, painting a very colorful
image with his words. “Also werewolf semen. That would be bad.”
Derek snorted, before he reached out and wrapped his arm around Stiles’
shoulder, walking with him towards the shop. “Yeah, I would much appreciate not
being hurled on.” he said with a smile.
Stiles leaned against him and moved his arm around his waist as he hummed in
content. “I’ll try my best not to puke on you. So, am I the first dude you’ve
had romantic feelings for?”
“You’re not the first guy I’ve been with, but...” he paused, frowning a little
as the memory of Kate came into his mind before he forced it out. “You’re the
first guy, yeah.” He said.
Stiles nodded, kissing his cheek quickly. “You’re my first guy too.” He winked
at him. “Well....Probably. I mean there was me always asking Danny if he
thought I was hot, and maybe I flirted with him a little...But yeah, you’re the
first. You’re my one and only.”
Derek snorted, shaking his head. “Man, I wanted to kill you so bad that day.”
he said, turning his head and kissing Stiles’ temple. “He’d be so jealous if he
knew you were dating me.” he murmured before turning his head back. They were
at the doors to the shop, the windows of which were blackened out with very
dark tinting.
“I don’t know man, he’d probably think that I was some freak for dating my sexy
cousin Miguel. Then again, I mean, if you can’t keep it in your pants, you may
as well keep it in the family.” He joked, stopping at the doors before he took
a breath. “This is it, goodbye innocence, hello debauchery.” Derek rolled his
eyes, shaking his head as he opened the door for Stiles. The second the door
was opened his nose was hit with the smells of leather, latex and rubber,
masked over by the smell of some form of incense.
He stepped inside with Stiles, moving his hand down so he could lace his
fingers with Stiles’. “I forgot how much these places smell,” he muttered to
Stiles.
Stiles laughed a little, gently squeezing Derek’s hand as he leaned against
him. “It’s probably especially strong to you.” He said softly before he slowly
looked around. “So uh....Domrek, where do we start out? Oh god, that means I’m
Subles.”
“God.” Derek said with a snort, shaking his head. “You mentioned shackles so I
guess let’s start there.” Derek said, glancing around the room until he spotted
a wall that seemed to have what they were looking for. He led the way through
the shop, stopping in front of the wall and absently rubbing his thumb against
Stiles’ hand as he looked around the selection.
He saw a pair of cuffs that was almost like medieval bracers that were bound
together by chain links, open lacing on the sides showed how they were meant to
be worn. He frowned, reaching over to them and feeling the material. The
outside was leather, the inside was padded and lined with soft cloth. “What do
you think?” He asked, not entirely sure if he liked them or not.
Stiles snickered as he followed Derek, looking around at everything curiously
as they slowly passed everything. He took the shackles from Derek and ran his
fingers around the inside of them. He thought about what it would be like to be
tied up and at Derek’s completely mercy and started to feel more than a little
turned on by the images he got. “Can we uh...Try putting them on to see what it
would feel like?” He asked curiously, glancing up at Derek for a moment.
“Let me see if we’re allowed to. I don’t know the rules of this place,” Derek
replied and looked around until he saw someone who looked like they worked
there. He waved them over and they nodded before walking to them.
“Can I help you?” The guy asked, the British accent surprising Derek.
“Yes, I was wondering if we are allowed to try certain items on,” Derek said,
gesturing vaguely at the wall next to them. The guy’s eyes flicked at the wall
and he nodded.
“These items are approved to be tried on, though with the adjustability of this
type of item most of them will fit anyone.” The man said and lifted one of the
cuffs up before letting his hand fall back to his side. “We have private
changing rooms available for free, however a key is needed. Will you be
requiring one, sir?”
“Yes, thank you.” Derek replied and the guy bowed a little.
“The keys are kept behind the desk, I shall get one for you. My name is Felix,
should you need call for me again.” He said and bowed again before walking off
to get them a key.
Stiles stayed behind with the rest of the shackles and other objects, admiring
some of the ones that didn’t actually scare him. Some of the shackles worried
him, but he just figured to each their own. He glanced back at Derek for a
moment, glad that he wasn’t looking at him before he grabbed something off of
the rack and hid it behind his back as he returned to Derek’s side.
He kept the object hidden, really excited to try it on for Derek to see how he
would react to it. “So, uh, are we allowed to try some of the stuff on?” He
asked him curiously as he gently bumped him with his hip.
“Yeah, the guy said he’d bring a key over for us to use one of the back rooms.”
Derek said and slipped his hand around Stiles’ waist. Seemingly at the mention
of him Felix was striding over to them, twirling a lanyard with a set of keys
around his fingers.
“Here you are,” Felix said and handed the keys over to Derek, eyes roaming over
Stiles. “Hmm, didn’t peg you for one to like the scrawny ones. Still,” he said
and gestured over his shoulder to a set of three doors on the farthest wall of
the store. “Pick any room. There are cameras so if you had any ideas forming -
don’t. Return the keys when you’re done.” He said and gave Stiles a small smirk
and a wink before walking off. Derek glared at him with a low growl in the back
of his throat.
Stiles nodded as he gently bumped Derek again. He couldn’t help but grin when
Felix winked at him, feeling really proud of himself. “I’m attractive to gay
guys.” He stated, wiggling his eyebrows. “It’s okay, remember that I only have
eyes for you. That’s why I wear your mark, Wolf Breath.”
“That’s not the point.” Derek said, huffing out a breath. “Come on I guess,” he
said and shook his head, turning towards the wall and removing the set of cuffs
they’d been looking at.
“You’re so jealous and possessive of me it’s so cute.” Stiles snickered,
keeping his surprise hidden so that he could test it when they got to the room.
“I’ll take my shirt off so you can test it out better on me. Sound good?”
“I’m not usually.” He said frowning. “I just can’t help being angry when
someone does it right in front of me.” Derek said and walked with Stiles over
to the middle door. He fiddled with the keys until he found the one marked with
a 2, unlocking the door and raising both eyebrows when the room inside was
revealed.
Soft red velvet covered a large round pillowed bed in the center of the room,
lace black curtains lined the walls. “Jesus.” He whispered.
“It’ll be okay, just remember that you’re the one that gets to fuck me
anyways.” Stiles replied before he looked around the room. “Wait a minute, is
this a sex room? People have sex in here? What?” Stiles looked really confused,
staring at the bed with wide eyes.
“It didn’t seem like it from what Felix said,” Derek said and shrugged.
“Besides, I don’t really trust him not to be watching.” He said and pointed to
the red light of an active camera in the corner as he stepped inside. He set
the keys on the table by the door, pulling at the hanger that the cuffs were
attached to so he could get them free.
Stiles carefully stepped behind Derek so that Derek couldn’t see what he was
doing and took his shirt off before he began playing with his new toy. “Hey,
Derek. How does this look?” He asked, finishing putting on the leather collar
with the three rings on it. On the collar, in big white letters it said ‘Good
Boy’ on it. “This is actually really comfortable.”
Derek did a double-take when he looked up from the cuffs to turn and see what
Stiles was talking about. He hadn’t even notice that Stiles had grabbed the
collar.
“Uh...” He said, licking his lips and swallowing a little hard. “That’s really
fucking sexy.” He finally managed, tossing the cuffs on the bed and reaching to
the collar on Stiles’ neck and feeling along it. “I’d want it to say something
else though.”
“What do you want it to say?” Stiles asked curiously as he placed his hands on
his hips. He slowly grinned, really enjoying the way that Derek was liking
this. “It’s actually very comfortable, so I’m going to buy myself one. Maybe we
can get it customized or something, or we’ll paint it ourselves.”
“Maybe ‘little ferret.’ Or ‘property of Hale.’“ Derek murmured with a smirk.
“I’d never let you take it off though.”
“How about no?” Stiles asked with a laugh. “I’m not getting anything that says
‘little ferret’ on it, but I may be persuaded to get a tag that says I’m your
property.” Stiles winked at him as he adjusted the collar a little on his neck.
“So, are you going to try tying me up or what?”
Derek rolled his eyes, “As you wish.” He said and gestured a hand towards the
bed. He walked over to it and sat down, picking the cuffs up from where he’d
tossed them onto it and started to loosen the laces on them one cuff at a time.
“Sit down,” Derek said, nodding his head to the bed.
Stiles nodded at that and sat down on the edge of the bed. He shifted a little
to make himself more comfortable and slowly grinned at him as he held his
wrists out to him.
“Or do you wanna tie them behind my back?”
“It’s up to you, though since we’re just trying these on... this way might be
better.” Derek said, flipping the cuffs around so they were facing Stiles the
direction they were meant to be worn.
“I’ll do it your way. We’ll try out different ways as soon as we make sure that
they’re actually comfortable.” Stiles smiled up at him.
“All right,” Derek said with a soft smile. He brought Stiles right arm forward,
slipping the cuff on over Stiles’ hand. He started tightening the laces,
working his way up from the bottom. “Let me know if it’s too tight.” He said.
“No, you’re doing it really good. It’s actually really comfortable.” Stiles
said softly, actually really liking it. “Y’know, I actually really don’t mind
giving up a lot of control to you. I mean, well, uh, I really trust you.”
“That’s good,” Derek said softly, not taking his eyes off of the cuff as he
kept tightening the laces. “That’s something that’s very important in a
relationship - even more when it comes to involving anything BDSM. Trusting
that your partner won’t go too far, to know your limits and respect them.” He
said, tying the lacing at the base of Stiles’ wrist. He brought the other cuff
around Stiles’ other arm.
Stiles nodded at that, smiling a little at him as he watched Derek work.
“That’s where the safe word comes in right? If I get uncomfortable in any way,
I just say that and we try something else, right? Sorry, I’m still really new
to the whole BDSM Dom and Sub thing.” He said softly, raising his eyebrows.
“No, you’re right. You remember what yours is?” He asked, he remembered, he’d
never forgotten. However, Stiles’ scattered mind could have easily lost it
somewhere.
“Mhmm. It’s easy to remember because I’m addicted to your mouth, and the way
you taste, which leads to addictions and I have a bit of a sweet tooth, so a
sugar addiction and that’s how I remember.”
Derek chuckled, nodding. “Good, mine’s apples. In case you forgot it.” He said,
and started lacing up the other cuff.
Stiles slowly smiled at that and bumped their foreheads together gently. “And
here I thought it was going to be some rough and tough word like....whips. Or
Chains. Or Spike. I should start calling you Spike. You look like a Spike.”
“Would that make you Buffy?” Derek asked with a chuckle, testing the laces
before tightening them a little more. “Good?” He asked, waiting to tie them
off.
“Oh god, why?” Stiles asked with a laugh. “Okay, I should probably start
calling you Fido instead. And yeah, it feels good still. Not too tight but not
loose.”
“You started this nickname crap,” Derek said with a laugh. “Don’t get pissy
when I turn it around on you.” He said and pulled at the laces after he’d tied
them. He did the same with the other and then lifted Stiles’ arms, looking at
his handiwork. “Test them out,” Derek said, dropping his hands to his lap.
Stiles snickered a little and gently kissed him quickly before he raised his
eyebrows. “So uh, how exactly should we test drive these? What do you think
would be best?”
“Just see how well they hold, try and force your arms apart. If I do it they’ll
definitely break.” Derek said, crossing his legs in front of him indian-style.
Stiles nodded at that and began to test them. His wrists barely budged when he
tugged, slowly tugging it harder just to make sure.
“Yeah, no, these totally aren’t gonna break. I mean, you could break them no
problem, but skinny Stiles is stuck in these.”
“They should work then,” Derek said with a laugh. “I’m gonna go ahead and test
them too, at least a little. If it starts to hurt, safe word out okay?” Derek
asked, resting his hands on the cuffs. He didn’t test them yet, waiting for
Stiles to agree or not.
Stiles nodded at that and felt his heart starting to pound in anticipation.
“Yeah, okay. I have my safe word at the ready, just in case.” He told him
softly.
“Hey, its okay,” he said, lifting his hands and rubbing them up Stiles’ arms.
“I’m going to be careful, but the safe word is there if you need it.” He said.
“I won’t ever hurt you unless you want it.”
“I know, I trust you.” Stiles said softly, giving him a grin. “Just because I’m
nervous doesn’t mean that I don’t wanna do it.” He reminded him as he nuzzled
their noses together. “If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you right away.”
“Werewolf hearing,” Derek murmured in his defense. “Anyway,” he said and
cleared his throat before wrapping his hands around the cuffs. “Here we go.” He
said and started to pull at them. He did it slowly, increasing the force he
pulled them apart with little by little. The cuffs held, the chain links taut
between the cuffs.
Stiles bit his lip and swallowed hard, trying to relax himself so that he
didn’t keep worrying Derek. He slowly balled his hands into loose fists as he
watched Derek work on testing them. He stayed quiet as he let Derek do his
thing, not wanting to distract him for once.
Derek pulled at the cuffs only for a few moments longer, satisfied that unless
he just completely snapped and pulled at them with more strength than he would
ever use in the situations Stiles would be wearing them. “They should be fine,”
he said, stopping his tugging at the cuffs and bringing Stiles arms up, kissing
his palms.
“I’m glad that they passed your test. I’m really starting to like them.” Stiles
grinned up at him for a moment. “So we’re at least getting me these and a
collar right? I can’t wait to see what else we’re gonna end up with.”
“Yeah,” Derek said and started untying the laces. “Maybe I’ll let you pick
something out for me.” Derek said, sounding hesitant because he was. Stiles
noticed the hesitation and bumped their noses together.
“Only if you really help me pick it out so that you’re completely comfortable
with it.”
Derek nodded, “I’d like that.” He said quietly, pulling at the cuff he’d
unlaced from the wrist up, slipping it off of Stiles’ arm. He examined Stiles’
arm with care, pleased to see that the only marks on it were from where the
cloth and padding had left imprints that would be gone in a few minutes.
He did the same with the other one, setting the cuffs on the bed when he was
done. “You want to wear this around the shop?” He asked, reaching up and
flicking his finger against one of the hoops on the collar.
“It’s like you’ve been telling me, Der, I’m not going to force you to do
anything that makes you uncomfortable.” He said softly, bumping their noses
together. He liked to think of that as a sort of werewolf way of affection and
he liked it. “I want to learn about all of your kinks and have fun with them,
because I mean, so far I’m already having an awesome time.” Stiles rubbed his
wrists once they were bare, humming in content before he looked up at him
again.
He thought about wearing the collar around the store, slowly grinning as he
shrugged a little. “Well, what does my dom want me to do?”
Derek nodded, picking at the fabric of Stiles’ jeans for a moment. He looked up
when Stiles asked what he wanted Stiles to do and he thought for a moment. “I
think I’d like you to wear it, but I just keep thinking about the way Felix was
looking at you. I don’t...” Derek trailed off, clenching his jaw. “You are
mine, not his. Maybe he’s just a flirt, I don’t know, but he bothers me.”
Stiles cupped Derek’s face in his hands and rested their foreheads together. “I
know you really don’t like it, but just remember that I’m not here shopping for
things to do with him. I don’t even know the guy, and if he fantasizes about me
or something later, more power to him because that’s all he’s getting from me.”
He stated, slowly grinning at him. “And besides, the only dick I want anywhere
near me sexually is yours.”
“I just don’t want to give him an excuse to do it again. Though he probably
will anyway.” Derek murmured, pressing his hands against Stiles and rubbing his
face into them. “I’m not used to this jealousy thing.”
Stiles grinned as he felt stupidly excited over Derek’s jealousy. “It’s
actually kind of hot. I’ve never had anyone get jealous over me before. It’s
making me feel really wanted.”
Derek just rolled his eyes, sighing inwardly as he moved his hands to the
collar, unfastening it. “Listen, I’m not going to go all sappy on you, but I
want you. All the time, and the hardest thing in the world was after Erica
pulled that stunt and I couldn’t do anything. I’ve never...” Derek trailed,
gritting his teeth a moment. “After Kate I promised myself I’d never let anyone
get close enough to manipulate me like that, but you’ve wormed your way into my
life and I’m trying to get used to it.”
“One minute I want to fuck you and then cuddle for hours and the next it’s too
much and its like I...” Derek cut off, clenching his hands around the collar.
“I’m not good at this, and now I’m babbling and probably sound like an
emotionally constipated idiot.”
Stiles placed his hands on top of Derek’s and gently closed his fingers around
them. “Derek, I understand completely. I mean, not in an ‘I’ve experienced that
too so I understand’ way, but yeah. It’s okay to be freaked out by this. It’s
new for me too and I’m a little freaked out myself. But that’s all okay,
because that’s what this is all about. God, I’m sounding sappy now.” He groaned
a little.
“When it’s too much, just let me know. It’s okay to let me in, Derek, and it’s
okay to have me cuddle for hours, but I can understand why you’re cautious
about letting me in. But y’know, I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to be
good at this right now, because you’ll get better. We’ll get better. Stronger
even.” He slowly lifted his hands and cupped Derek’s face again, smiling widely
as he nuzzled their noses together. “So don’t worry so much right now, then
again I know you can’t help it, so uh...It’s just okay. I’m just going to keep
bugging you until the end of time.”
Derek exhaled slowly through his nose, setting down the collar and shifting
around on the bed so he was nearly sitting on Stiles lap. He buried his face
into Stiles neck, closing his eyes and just hugging him tightly. There was a
tugging feeling in his chest, drawing him towards Stiles and he nearly shivered
when he realized what it was. He hadn’t felt that connection since he’d lost
Laura, and before her it was his dad.
“I think you’re...” He breathed, his breath catching on the words. He pressed
his fingers into Stiles’ back, squeezing his eyes shut. “I think you’re my
anchor.”
Stiles slowly grinned as he listened to Derek, resting his head against his as
he rubbed his back. He tried to soothe him and help him feel better about
revealing something that big, despite how happy it was making him. “The uh...I
told you I wanted a triskele to represent my anchors, but I never said what
they were. My dad, my friends, and most importantly, you.” He told him softly,
holding Derek with a grip as tight as the hold the werewolf currently had on
him.
Derek shook against him, tightening his arms as he fought the urge to cry.
Stiles was literally the only thing holding him together and yet at the same
time, he was the reason he felt like he was one wrong move from just completely
breaking down. He didn’t risk opening his mouth to speak, not even knowing what
he would say.
Stiles’ smile faded when Derek started to shake and he furrowed his eyebrows as
he rubbed his back. “Hey, it’s okay.” He told him softly, trying his best to
help him feel better. “I’m here, Derek...I’ve got you.”
***** Anchored *****
Derek struggled to inhale as he tried to let the feeling pass, pressing his
face harder against Stiles neck. He worked his hands up Stiles’ back and
gripped at his shoulders. ‘Shitshitshitshitshit.’ He thought rapidly, the first
sob that pushed its way out his lungs making him shake even harder. The feeling
building in his chest tethered him to Stiles so forcefully that it was putting
him off kilter.
“Don’t let go.” He breathed, “I haven’t - I haven’t had an anchor and its...
I’m-” he laughed out a cry against Stiles’ neck because as much of a mess as he
was he was riding a high off of the process.
“I’m not letting you go.” Stiles promised him, fighting the urge to wince when
Derek held him tighter. When Derek let out a sob, he could feel his heart
nearly break. Just hearing him make that sound filled him with a dull ache that
he knew only too well. “It’s okay, Der, I’m right here, and I’m always gonna be
here.” He gently kissed his head before he felt himself go back a little in
time to when he was a little boy.
His mom had always soothed him when he was upset by singing to him, so maybe it
would work with Derek too. “Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high. There’s a
land that I heard of once in a lullaby...” He sang softly to him, beginning to
gently rock side to side. “Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the
dreams that you dare to dream really do come true...”
Stiles held Derek tightly with one arm and slowly let his other hand lift so he
could run his fingers through Derek’s hair and softly massage his scalp.
“Someday I’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me,
where troubles melt like lemon drops. Away above the chimney tops, that’s where
you’ll find me.” Derek slowly eased his grip on Stiles, his shaking only
hitting him every few seconds as Stiles sang. The connection between them
rooted itself the longer Stiles sang, Derek remembering the fact that he was
supposed to be doing something with what he was feeling. He tilted his head so
he could rest his head on Stiles’ shoulder, concentrating on breathing
normally.
His heart rate came down slowly, the tether no longer suffocating him with
every breath. He didn’t move from Stiles’ arms though, enjoying the feeling if
Stiles’ fingers working against his scalp. He let out a low hum, “You sing
nice.” He said, not even caring how stupid that sounded.
“Thanks, I’m glad that I don’t sound like a dying cat or something.” Stiles
said softly, feeling more than a little relieved that he was actually helping
Derek feel better. “My mom sang that song to me all the time to comfort me, so
I’m glad that it works on you too. I’m going to have to keep that in mind from
now on.”
“I freaked out, forgetting what I was supposed to be doing. It shouldn’t have
been so rough,” Derek said, nuzzling his face against Stiles. “You kept me
here.” He said and pulled away so he could wipe at his eyes.
“Derek, it’s okay. It happens to everyone.” Stiles murmured, unable to stop
himself from laughing when his face tickled him a little. “I’m your anchor,
it’s my job to keep you here.”
“It didn’t happen to Scott, but then again Scott’s... Well, Scott.” Derek said,
enjoying Stiles’ laughter. He rubbed his cheek against Stiles more, “Let’s just
grab what we got and go home. I want to fuck you and apparently that’s not
allowed here.” He murmured.
“Scott is basically a love sick puppy so there’s that too.” Stiles said softly
before he laughed. “Oh God, okay, yeah, sounds good. As long as I can buy a
quick bottle of cherry lube. And maybe apple since now all I can think of is
your safe word.”
“Sounds good,” Derek said and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ shoulder. “I really
hope Felix wasn’t watching that because I’ll never be able to come in here
again.” Derek said with a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
Stiles couldn’t help but start laughing again, grinning as he rubbed Derek’s
back. “Well, the only way to know for sure is if he’s acting weird when we go
out there. If not, then crisis averted, we can keep coming here for sex
things.”
Derek snorted, shaking his head as he leaned over to grab the collar and the
cuffs. “Let’s not waste any more time,” Derek said and shifted his legs around
to get up from the bed.
“Oh God, you’re so excited to fuck me.” Stiles snorted as he got to his feet,
grabbing his shirt before he pulled it back on. “Well, at least it’s not to the
point where you’re slamming me against walls and tearing my clothes off.
Although, I’m actually not opposed to that.”
“Don’t tempt me.” Derek said, smirking over at him. He tucked the cuffs under
his arm, picking the keys up off the table and opening the door, waiting for
Stiles. Stiles beamed at him and grabbed his ass as he walked passed him before
he headed over to the lube section so he could grab a couple bottles for the
two of them.
Of course, as he looked over the bottles he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing
more and more until he had an entire armful of lubes, massage oils, and the
like. He wandered back over to Derek, beaming at him. “We’re gonna have so much
fun, oh my God.”
Derek sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We can’t possibly need all of
that.” Derek said, letting his hand fall back to his side. “What all do you
even have there?” he asked, setting the cuffs and the collar on a nearby
display table and looking at what all Stiles was carrying. Honestly he couldn’t
argue with Stiles’ taste, but he’d only put applications out that day and
wasn’t relying on getting hired in the least.
“I’ll pay for these, if you can pay for this ridiculousness.” He said,
gesturing at Stiles’ collection before picking the cuffs and collar back up.
“Of course I’m paying for all of these, I wouldn’t do that to you.” Stiles said
with a laugh before he looked down at his items. “Uh, I got a ton of flavored
lubes, massage oils, something called ‘Deep throat gel’, pheromone stuff
because that sounds like it would be fun, and stuff like that.” He replied,
adjusting everything so he could see it better. “I’m going to leave all of this
all over your place so the pack sees. Just so you know.”
Derek snorted, shaking his head. “All right, you little monster, come on.” he
said and nodded his head towards the register where Felix was viciously
attacking his nails with a file.
“Little monster is actually kind of a cute nickname.” Stiles snickered as he
bumped his hip to Derek’s before heading over to the counter so that he could
carefully set everything down on it. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed
some very naughty suckers and couldn’t stop himself from grabbing a couple of
the rainbow colored penis shaped sweets. At least he would be able to entertain
himself on the drive back.
“Keys?” Felix asked, glancing up from his nails as he continued to file away.
Derek sat the keys on the counter and Felix stopped filing, picking them up and
putting the lanyard around his neck. “All right,” he said chipperly. “Well
love, how did we do?” he asked, seemingly to himself as he looked at the items
Derek set down on the counter. “Not too bad.” he said with a shrug and brought
over a barcode scanner to scan the tags.
“How about you then?” He said, looking over at Stiles’ mess of bottles and
suckers and... oh God, the suckers. “Brilliant,” he said and then seemed to
notice that the piles weren’t next to each other very much. “I venture these
are separate?” Felix asked and Derek nodded, stiffly. Felix smiled and totaled
Derek’s stuff on the register.
“Fifty-seven, seventy-six.” Felix said, announcing Derek’s total. Derek
retrieved his wallet and handed Felix the card who quickly scanned it and
handed it back with a receipt for Derek to sign. Derek took the pen from by the
register, signing away his name - which honestly looked more like a hastily
written D and H with some scribbles after each.
“Complimentary bags are over there, if you’d like,” Felix said and pointed to
the bags next to the register on the side of the counter. “Now, let’s slide all
this over, eh?” Felix asked Stiles. Stiles carefully slid his stuff over,
humming lightly as he tried to make it as easy as possible to ring up. Once he
had done that, he looked up at Derek and winked at him as he couldn’t stop from
grinning.
He was totally planning on using those suckers to his advantage and seeing how
long it would take for Derek to have any reaction to it. “Do you want a sucker,
Derek?” He asked curiously, moving his arm around his waist before sticking his
hand down on of Derek’s back pockets.
“Do you even know what flavor those are or did you just get them because
they’re shaped like dicks?” Derek murmured, turning his head so he could raise
an eyebrow over at Stiles. He grabbed one of the ‘complimentary’ bags and
placed his stuff inside, holding it by the handles at his side.
“Mostly because they’re shaped like dicks. What can I say, my mouth was made to
have penis shaped things and actually penises in it.” Stiles winked at him. “I
have the perfect lips for blow jobs.” He pointed out, grinning at him and
wiggling his eyebrows for a moment.
Derek clenched his jaw, biting back a smile when he noticed that Felix was
quietly laughing at what Stiles had said. He couldn’t stand it anymore. “I’m
sorry, was there something my sub said that you thought was funny? Because
honestly, none of it was your business.” Derek blurted out and Felix paused in
ringing up the last of Stiles’ items, mouth agape as he stared over at Derek.
“Well, I - uhm....” Felix sputtered before swallowing really hard. “Sorry, sir.
I’ll just ring these up for you and you can be on your way.” Felix said and
quickly scanned up the last two things, totalling it up and hurriedly telling
the total to Stiles.
Stiles’ smile faded at that and he stared at Derek with wide eyes. “Hey, Derek,
I said that to be funny, so it’s okay that he laughed.” He said softly, taking
his hand out of Derek’s pocket before he rubbed his side.
He felt so bad for the poor guy, mostly seeing it as him just being a friendly
dude. He kissed Derek’s cheek to help him feel a bit better, taking out his
wallet so he could take the cash out. “I’m so sorry.” He mouthed to Felix,
feeling a little embarrassed that Derek got so bugged. He’d have to help Derek
feel a little better once they were out of the store.
Felix just nodded at Stiles, accepting the money and handing back his change.
Derek kept a harsh glare on him the entire time, the only reason he wasn’t
flipping out on the guy more was because Stiles, and because the guy reeked of
embarrassment and shame. “I’m going to give you a store credit, as an apology
for my manners.” Felix said hurriedly, after he’d ripped off the receipt and
sat it next to Stiles’ things. He slid open a panel under the counter and moved
some things around until he brought up a small black card, offering it to
Derek.
“This is for our sister company, it’s more of a club, actually. It’s called
Black Dahlias,” Felix explained as Derek took the card from him, looking at it.
“Free use of all services for one night, usually only offered to our regular
customers. That includes the bar as well, all you have to do is show it at the
door. I hope... I am truly sorry, sometimes when I see something I like I just
can’t shut my mouth.”
“Clearly,” Derek snapped back, slipping the card into his bag. Felix lowered
his gaze, opening his mouth to say something. Derek knew he was being a little
irrational, and most definitely over-protective, so he forced himself to be a
little nicer. “Your apology is accepted, but if we ever decide to come here
again, make sure that tongue of yours keeps your thoughts to yourself.”
“Yes, of course, sir.” Felix said, visibly relaxing. Stiles was thankful that
they weren’t being kicked out of the store and actually found it really cool to
have an invitation to some sort of club and he was rather excited to check it
out with Derek one of these days.
When Derek ‘accepted’ Felix’s apology though, he nearly slammed his head on the
counter. He felt so mortified about it and almost wished that he could just
vanish for a few moments. “Oh my God, okay, Derek. Let’s go get you outside so
you can have a smoke break.” He said softly, motioning Derek towards the door
as he began to quickly put his things into one of the bags.
Derek grunted in agreement, helping Stiles bag things up to speed things along.
Felix made a movement to help, but thought better of it apparently and instead
darted off somewhere into the store. Once things were bagged up and they were
ready to go, Derek led the way outside to the car, his cigarettes being locked
inside, sitting in the console. He popped the trunk and sat the bags inside,
striding around to the side and opening his door, reaching to grab his
cigarettes and lighting one quickly.
“God, he pisses me off.” Derek growled.
Stiles groaned as he plopped down in his seat and put his head in his hands for
a moment. “Oh my God, Derek, are you going through an alpha male domination
crisis?” He asked, looking back over at him as he raised his eyebrows. “Because
I’m pretty sure that’s what’s going on here?” He laughed a little, trying to
get rid of some of the embarrassment that he had.
“I’m going through a lot of things right now, the main being that you just
became my anchor and that’s a big thing to process. Apparently I’m a jealous
boyfriend, so you’re going to have to deal for a minute,” Derek said, his
agitation slipping into his voice a little. He hadn't liked Felix flirting with
Stiles, he hadn’t been completely okay when he’d forced out an acceptance of
the guy’s apology, and he certainly still wasn’t calmed down yet. The fact that
both of them kind of smelled like the shop didn’t really help.
Stiles’ face softened a little at that and slowly leaned over so he could kiss
him softly. He placed his hands on Derek’s cheeks, running his thumbs over his
skin gently to try and help soothe him. “Hey...” He murmured as he pulled away.
“It’s okay, Derek. It’s okay to be jealous, but you have to be nice. You can’t
just be mean to people. If you really, really get jealous and can’t control it,
pin me to something and mark me as yours if it’ll help you feel better.”
Derek sighed through his nose, “I can’t make any promises on not getting pissed
off, but I think I can manage that last bit.” he said. He leaned forward and
brushed their cheeks together. “I’m definitely going to have to get rid of that
smell though. You smell like the store.”
Stiles laughed a little and took Derek’s cigarette from him before he took a
drag of it before he slowly exhaled through his nose. “So uh, how are we going
to get rid of the sent? Also, uh, have you ever heard of that club thing we now
have passes to?”
“They had links on their website,” Derek said, hitching a thumb over his
shoulder to gesture that he was talking about the Emporium. “From what I
understand it’s a sex club. You pay for the rooms, there’s a bar, I don’t
know.” He said and chuckled, taking his cigarette back and taking a drag.
Stiles paused at that, raising his eyebrows as he thought about it. “Can we go
some day?” He asked curiously as he gently bumped their noses together. “It
sounds interesting.”
“If you really want to,” Derek said, raising his eyebrows. “After your birthday
maybe we can come back up here. Check it out.”
“Yeah, that sounds awesome. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to check it out.” Stiles
shrugged a little as he took another drag of his cigarette before giving it
back to Derek. “Am I starting to smell less like the store now?” He asked as he
exhaled out the window.
“A little,” Derek said, brushing his free hand over Stiles’ neck. “Don’t worry
about it.” he murmured, scooting closer in his seat and buried his face in
Stiles’ neck. “I’ll take care of it.”
Stiles grinned a little and ran his fingers through his hair. “Mmmm. Are you
starting to feel any better, Der?”
“Yeah,” he said, he said and scrunched his nose a little as his stomach
growled. “Maybe we should find somewhere to eat.”
“If you’re hungry we can stop somewhere.” Stiles murmured as he ran his fingers
through his hair.
“In a few minutes,” he said, pulling away just enough to take a drag from his
cigarette. He leaned his head against his seat and looked at Stiles. “I like
doing this.”
“Like doing what? Being all cuddly with me?” Stiles snickered a little.
“Being with you. Period.” Derek said, smiling softly. “I’m learning to tolerate
all the sarcasm and dog jokes - the rest of the time I’m with you makes up for
it.”
“Good, I’m glad that you’re getting used to the dog jokes.” Stiles told him
softly, bumping their noses together. “I’m super excited to cuddle with you and
then for you to take me back to your place and fuck me senseless. Today is
going to be awesome, I mean it already is, but yeah.”
Derek hummed, “Let’s get out of here then. I can fix your scent better once
we’re back at my place.” he said, bumping their noses together.
“Oh God.” Stiles laughed, shaking his head before he nuzzled against him. “I’m
so excited to see what you have in store for me.”
“It’ll be worth the wait I hope.” Derek said with a chuckle, starting the car
after he pulled away, cracking the window and tapping the dangerously long bit
of ash off of his cigarette. “Seatbelt, don’t make me mom you again.” he said,
pulling his own on.
Stiles snorted and sat back in his seat before he buckled himself in. “Happy?”
He asked, reaching into his bag before he began going through the lubes so he
could taste all of the flavored ones.
“Yes, and I swear to God if you make yourself sick tasting those I’m not
cleaning it up.” Derek said, shifting his car into reverse and starting them on
the long drive home.
“Do you wanna try some?” He asked curiously, licking it right out of the
bottle.
“I’ll stick with picking up a burger somewhere, thanks,” Derek said with a
laugh, shaking his head as he looked over at Stiles. They’d spent enough time
in the Emporium that the traffic was down to what it normally was for the area.
This aided them greatly in getting to a nearby Hardee’s where Derek ordered
curly fries and a 1/3rd pound bacon cheeseburger. “You want anything?” Derek
asked after the worker asked if that was all for the order.
“Curly fries.” Stiles stated, licking one of the bottles again before he
grinned. “I’m going to call this one Sour Wolf. It’s green apple and it’s kind
of sour, but good.” He said softly after getting a good taste for it. He
remembered Derek licking his nose earlier and leaned over to him before he
licked right up the side of his face.
Derek added the second order of fries and the worker gave him the total,
telling him to pay at the first window. “I’ll have to try it in a min-oh my
God, Stiles!” He said, his sentence cutting shot as Stiles licked up his face.
“Why?” He asked, wiping at his face and then wiping his hand on his jeans.
Stiles cackled at that, finding that the best possible reaction to that. “I’m
showing you werewolf affection.” He smirked at him before licking his face
again.
“That’s not - ugh, oh my God,” Derek said with a laugh, wiping at his face
again. “One more time and you’re gonna have a war on your hands.” Stiles paused
at that and thought about it for a few moments before he cupped Derek’s face in
his hands and began to lick him again, trying to get as much slobber as
possible on him.
“That’s it!” Derek said and grabbed Stiles’ wrists, licking all over his arms,
his hands, pulling him closer to lick at his face and neck until he heard the
car behind him honking. He laughed, sighing, “Looks like we’re in the way.” He
said, hoping Stiles was done, at least for now.
Stiles started laughing when Derek started to lick him, trying his best to
squirm out of his grasp. “Holy shit!” He cackled, wiping the saliva off of
himself. “I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing, Wolf Breath.”
“I’m not into it. Not like that. You started it,” Derek said, and let go of
Stiles’ wrists to pull forward to the window, digging out his wallet while the
worker inside talked over their headset a moment before opening their window
and accepting his credit card.
Stiles snickered and leaned towards Derek so that he could brush their cheeks
together. “Now I probably smell like dog breath, huh?” He asked, poking his
side just to spite him.
“You smell like my breath, which honestly is not the best right now,” Derek
said with a snort.
“Here you are!” The worker said as they reopened the window and handed Derek a
receipt and his card. Derek thanked them and pulled forward to the next window
where the worker there immediately opened the window and handed out a large
bag. Derek took it and handed it to Stiles, rolling his window up before
pulling into a parking space next to the exit.
“So with your possessive wolfy emotions, what if I smelled like other people?
Like what if after lacrosse practice I smell like my teammates. Does that sort
of thing set off your spidey senses?” He asked curiously, opening the bag
immediately so he could began shoving fries into his mouth until it was
completely filled.
“I’m jealous when I have reason to be,” Derek said and laughed when he saw how
stuff Stiles’ cheeks already were with fries. “You look like a chipmunk.” He
said, snagging the bag from him just long enough to get his burger out before
handing it back.
Stiles paused in chewing his food and furrowed his eyebrows before he puffed
his cheeks out as best as he could for him. “Tha one bette’ no’ schtick.” He
said around the mouthful of food.
Derek had to take a second to decipher what Stiles had said, chuckling when he
did as he opened up the box for his burger. “How about titmouse then? Or shrew?
There’s a lot of different species of weasel and rodent I can choose from.” He
said, raising his eyebrows over at Stiles as he took the first bite of his
burger. He hummed in happiness at the combination of beef, cheddar and bacon.
Stiles shook his head, chewing slowly before he finally swallowed. “I’m pretty
sure I’m not a shrew. Or a mouse. I’m something wicked awesome and fierce. Like
a shark. Or a platypus.”
“What about a badger? Cute, fluffy, but if you piss it off - watch out.” Derek
said and shaped his fingers into a claw shape before going back to his burger.
“Maybe I’m a badger.” Stiles said thoughtfully, nodding slowly before he leaned
forwards and bit right into Derek’s burger.
“Hey!” Derek said around his food, pulling his burger away and nearly choking
when he noticed that the act had left Stiles with a very cheesy strip of bacon
hanging out of his mouth. “You thief.”
Stiles crossed his eyes for a moment so he could see the bacon before he slowly
chewed it. He grinned up at Derek, winking at him. “I’m totally a shark.”
“Sharkbait,” Derek said after he’d finished his mouthful of food, still leaning
against his door so Stiles couldn’t eat any more of his burger.
“I like to think of myself as Jailbait, but thank you.” Stiles replied, winking
at him before he went back to nibbling at his curly fries.
“God, please never say that again. Seriously, I don’t need the reminder that
you’re not even 18 yet.” Derek said, closing his eyes tightly before looking
over at Stiles.
Stiles snickered at that, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned his seat back a
little. “Well, I mean, my dad didn’t kill you or arrest you, again, so I think
it’ll be fine. And in a lot of states, as long as the age difference is up to
seven years it’s fine.”
“That is only mildly comforting,” Derek said with a huff, taking a vicious bite
out of his burger and chewing sulkily.
“Looks like the big bad alpha is cradle robbing Little Red.” Stiles snickered,
enjoying this way too much.
Derek did choke on his burger that time, coughing for a solid minute before
clearing his throat a few times. “Enough, please,” he said hoarsely, setting
his burger down and reaching for Stiles’ soda still in the cup holder. He took
a drink, clearing his throat again after. Stiles grinned at Derek’s reaction,
raising his eyebrows a little before he got an idea. He took Derek’s CD out of
the radio and put it in his CD case before putting another one in. He pressed
the ‘skip forward’ button repeatedly before stopping on the song he wanted and
turned the stereo up.
A soft melody began to play through the speakers before a girl’s voice began to
sing along to the tune. “Hey there Little Red Riding Hood, you sure are looking
good. You’re everything a Big Bad Wolf could want.” Stiles softly sang along,
his grin growing more as he stared at Derek the entire time. Derek rolled his
eyes, resigned to the fact that it was probably unsafe to eat around Stiles
right now. He huffed a silent laugh through his nose, reaching over and
grasping Stiles hand that hadn’t been digging into greasy curly fries.
Stiles interlocked their fingers, humming along to the music for a moment.
“Y’know what? I’m declaring this our song. Well, one of them anyways.” He said
softly before he grinned at the next part of the song.
“What big eyes you have, the kind of eyes that drive wolves mad. Just to see
that you don’t get chased, I think I oughta walk with you for a ways. What full
lips you have, they’re sure to lure someone bad...” He trailed off, leaning
over so he could gently brush his lips against Derek’s.
Derek snorted, wondering just how many songs Stiles had applied to them. Then
again Derek had decided that a lot of Three Days Grace had a ridiculous
similarity to how he felt about their relationship. He listened to Stiles sing
to him, a small smile on his lips already when Stiles kissed him. He lifted his
free hand to cup the side of Stiles’ face, holding Stiles there and kissing him
a little more roughly than Stiles had kissed him.
Stiles smiled widely against his mouth, moving his hand up so he could rest it
on the back of Derek’s neck. He slowly pulled away and rested their foreheads
together as he hummed in content. “You’re the cutest Big Bad Wolf in the world.
I’d start spouting out the actual Red Riding Hood lines to fuck with you and
piss you off, but with the ‘what big teeth you have’ one, I can’t do it because
you have the cutest teeth ever.”
“Just wait till you see me as a wolf. You won’t call them cute then,” Derek
said with a smirk, nuzzling his nose against Stiles’.
“Mmm, one of these days, you really need to show me what you look like as a
wolf. That’s not something you just keep to yourself when it’s so awesome.”
Derek chuckled, “Maybe tonight?” He asked, really wanting to share it with
Stiles.
Stiles paused for a moment, taking in the information before he grinned and
nodded quickly. “Yes! Totally! Oh my God, that would be so cool!”
“I’ll probably pass out for a while after, it takes a lot of energy out of me.
So it will have to be the last thing we do.” Derek said, laughing a little.
“Alright, sounds good. I can’t promise that I won’t fuck with you while you
sleep, but I’ll at least stay with you for a little bit so you’ll have someone
to cuddle with.”
Derek chuckled, closing up the box to his burger and maneuvering it into the
bag so it wasn’t covering Stiles’ fries or his own. He took a fry from the
fuller bag, munching on it. “I wish you weren’t grounded, you could just stay
the night.”
“My dad has to work late tonight, So I can pretty much spend at least most of
the evening with you, as long as I sneak home before he suspects that I’ve been
gone all day. God, I’m so glad he has no idea what I have been up to today.”
“Another reason it's probably a good thing you always have some cash on you.
Imagine if he saw that on a bill,” Derek said with a sly grin, quirking his
eyebrows at Stiles for a second.
Stiles looked down at his bag of flavored lubes for a moment before he slowly
grinned and leaned over so he could lick Derek’s cheek again.
Derek scrunched up his nose, wiping at his face before shifting the Camaro into
reverse. “This can’t become a habit.”
“Nah, I’ll only bring it out every now and again to piss you off. I figured
you’d like it, considering you’re half-canine.” He winked at him.
“Mmhmm,” Derek said, pulling out of the space and driving off. “Let me taste
that apple one,” Derek said, detangling their fingers and holding out a finger.
Stiles nodded and had to rummage the bag for a few moments before he got it
out. He dabbed a tiny bit of it on Derek’s finger before he closed it again.
“Hey uh, how do you react to pheromones?”
Derek hesitated in licking the lube off his finger, raising an eyebrow.
“Pheromones?” He asked, finally tasting the dab on his finger, shuddering a
little at the taste. Nope, not good at all, he thought, wiping his finger on
his jeans.
Stiles snorted as he watched Derek, taking his hand against once he was done
wiping his hand. “Yeah, I was wondering how your heightened senses reacted to
things like that. I’m trying to look at it from a scientific perspective. Okay,
slightly scientific, mostly sexual curiosity.”
“I honestly don’t know. I just know what I smell,” Derek said, shrugging.
“Wow, you suck.” Stiles laughed a little, kissing the back of his hand. “Well
I’m going to test something next time you have training for all the betas.”
“I’m scared to ask what that may be,” Derek said with a snort.
“It’s just an experiment.” He said softly, shifting a little to get more
comfortable. “I kind of wanna nap again.”
Derek nodded, giving Stiles’ hand a squeeze. “Go ahead. I’ll wake you up when
we get back.” He said, lifting Stiles hand to his mouth and kissing the back of
it.
Stiles nodded at that, finishing his fries off before he set the bag down.
“Alright, sounds good.” He said softly, shifting a little to make himself more
comfortable before he closed his eyes again.
Derek traced circles against Stiles’ hand with his thumb, humming along to the
song that was playing that he actually recognized. After a few minutes Stiles’
hand went limp in his grip and he could hear that Stiles’ breathing had gone
just slightly uneven and he knew that he was asleep. He smirked a little,
speeding up once he got them back on the highway out and explored the area with
his eyes as he hadn’t on the way up. It was beautiful in a way that it reminded
him of New York. All the cars, all the people, and especially all the noise of
it. It made his chest ache a little, but for once he was okay. He had Stiles
now, and God damn if this hyperactive kid didn’t make him wonder already about
his choice of anchor.
It had been a subconscious choice, but even still he knew that he had to be
careful with him. To watch him and protect him better than he had Laura, better
than he had his entire family with Kate. By the time they got to the turn off
for Beacon Hills he’d almost missed the turn because of how wrapped up in his
own thoughts he was. It had made the drive go between agonizingly slow and over
in the blink of an eye for him.
***** Shapeshift *****
The sun was hanging low in the sky, still likely having a couple of hours
before setting, when Derek pulled up to the warehouse. He gently squeezed
Stiles’ hand, turning off the car and leaning over to press a kiss to Stiles
temple. “Wake up, Aurora.” He teased with a laugh.
Stiles didn’t really dream this time, his mind mostly just letting his body
relax and prepare for the fun that he and Derek had planned out for when they
got home. He stirred a little when Derek kissed him, furrowing his eyebrows a
little as he rolled his head to the side and away from his mouth. “Mmmmm?” He
slowly opened his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows before he slowly looked over at
him. “What’s...up?” He asked slowly, rubbing his eyes as he slowly stretched
his body.
“We’re back,” Derek said and pointed out the giant warehouse in front of them
that was Derek’s home. “I mean, I could have left you in the car, but I figured
that would just be mean.”
“If you left me in the car, we couldn’t have sex.” Stiles murmured, closing his
eyes again as he tried to slowly wake himself up.
“Exactly why you should wake up,” Derek said with a chuckle. rubbing Stiles’
hair for a second before pulling away. He pocketed his keys and his cigarettes,
getting out of the car after pressing the button to pop the trunk.
Stiles let out a groan for a few moments before he slowly climbed out of the
car and grabbed his bags so that he could stand behind Derek. He leaned against
him and buried his face in his back as he hummed in content. “Has anyone ever
told you what you smell like?”
“Tobbacco and cedar, mostly.” Derek said, grabbing his own bag from the trunk
before shutting it. “According to Laura I had a ‘very distinct cowboy smell.’“
“Is that so?” He asked with a laugh, moving his arm around Derek’s waist so he
could keep him close. “That’s really interesting. Now I’m picturing you as a
cowboy.”
“Never gonna happen,” Derek said with a snort, wrapping his arm around Stiles’
shoulder and starting towards the stairs. “Besides, you clearly like the biker
leather look more.”
“I really do. You look sexy in leather.” Stiles stated as he leaned against
him. “You’re totally hot and you’re completely mine.”
Derek snorted, but gave his shoulders a squeeze. “Yeah, you’re stuck with me.”
Derek said, tilting his head and planting a firm kiss against Stiles’ head.
“I don’t mind being stuck with you for now. You’re an awesome kisser and a
great fuck, so you can stay for now. Also you’re the best at cuddling.”
“Speaking of fucking,” Derek started with a cheeky grin and stopped in front of
Stiles, picking him up fireman style and starting to carry him up the stairs.
Stiles let out an inhuman noise when Derek lifted him before he started
laughing. “Oh my fucking God!” He cackled.
Derek opened the door, having to slide it open the rest of the way with his
foot before he pulled it shut behind them. He carried Stiles upstairs as quick
as he could without jostling him too much, tossing his bag on the floor and
setting Stiles down on his feet at the foot of the bed. He grinned at him,
stepping back so he could take off his jacket and toe off his shoes.
Stiles grinned as he watched Derek, feeling more than a little happy about how
excited Derek seemed to be for this. He kicked at his sneakers until he could
get them off, mostly just kicking them across the room, before he pulled his
shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “So, I’m willing to bet that you’re
probably hungry for me right now. I guess you could even say you’re hungry like
the wolf.”
Derek let out a short laugh in response, shaking his head as he pulled his
shirt off over his head, throwing it on the floor in the same movement. “Not
exactly a bet when you’re right,” he said, smirking.
“Oh god. Oh, Big Bad Wolf, what sharp teeth you have.” Stiles murmured, raising
his eyebrows. “I would say ‘big’ like the story says, but you have really cute
teeth.”
Derek rolled his eyes, looping a finger through the belt loops on either side
of Stiles’ jeans and pulling him forward so they were chest to chest. “All the
better to bite you with,” Derek murmured with a quiet laugh, leaning his face
down and grazing his teeth along Stiles’ jaw line, trailing up to where he jaw
connected with his neck and nudging Stiles’ earlobe with his nose as he kissed
there.
“Oh my God...” Stiles whispered, closing his eyes as he tilted his head to give
him a bit easier access. “Holy fucking shit, it’s kind of pissing me off how
you seem to know the fastest way to start turning me on by kissing me in
specific places.”
Derek laughed against his neck, “I’m your dom. It’s my job to remember these
things.” he said softly, lightly grazing his teeth against his jaw again before
kissing the same spot and pulling away to look at Stiles’ face. “Were you
wanting to try the cuffs tonight or do you want to save them for another time?”
he asked, tilting his head at where he’d tossed the bag.
“I think we should use them at least once tonight.” Stiles said softly, biting
his lip and closing his eyes for a few moments as he hummed in content. “It all
depends on what you have all planned out for me.”
Derek hummed as he tilted his head back and thought about it, licking and
biting at his own lip for a moment. “I think I’d like to try it, definitely.”
he said and tilted his head back down to look at Stiles. “Why don’t you be a
good boy and sit down. I’ll tell you what ideas I have while I put the cuffs on
and you can tell me what you think.”
Stiles groaned a little, only hating a little just how much that just turned
him on. “Yes, Sir.” He said automatically, not even noticing that he had just
said that. He dropped down on the bed, shifting a little to make himself more
comfortable as he kept his eyes on Derek.
Derek grinned to himself as he walked over to the bag, taking out the cuffs and
the collar. The card that Felix gave them fell out and he picked it up, tossing
it on the nightstand as he walked back over. He sat the collar on the
nightstand too, not wanting to use it - it would only block his access to
Stiles’ neck. He knelt down on his knees behind Stiles, resting the cuffs in
his lap for a moment as he ran his hands along Stiles’ arms. “Will behind your
back be all right this time?” He asked.
Stiles nodded at that, glancing back at him for a moment. “Do I need to fold
them behind my back?” He asked softly before doing so anyways for him. “If I
get too sore or don’t like it or something, I just tell you so?”
“If it gets uncomfortable, you don’t like it, or it feels like it’s getting too
much, just safe word out.” Derek said and slipped the cuffs on Stiles one at a
time before starting to lace them up. “I’ll stop whatever I’m doing and if we
need to adjust or just take them off entirely we will. It’s not a problem.” He
said and leaned forward to press a kiss to Stiles’ shoulder.
“Alright.” Stiles said softly, feeling a little nervous again. He smiled a
little though when Derek kissed his shoulder and shifted a little as he closed
his eyes for a moment. “I think as long as you just keep doing what you’re
doing, it’ll be okay.”
Derek nodded and adjusted his legs so he was sitting down more. “I know you’re
new to pretty much everything, but this isn’t something you should be scared
of.” Derek said softly, smelling his anxiety. “I mean it when I say it’s my job
to take care of you. When it comes to bondage especially, if I don’t listen to
what you want, what you like and dislike, it’s considered abuse. I’d never do
anything like that to you. There’s a fine line between doing that and doing the
abuse that you like... the obvious ones being scratching and biting.” He
continued, tying off the first cuff and moving to the second.
“That’s why communication is important, why I stress so much about safe words,
making sure that what I do is okay and comfortable for you, that you enjoy it.”
he said, pausing his hands a moment to lean forward and rest his forehead
against the back of Stiles’ neck.
Stiles nodded at that and turned just enough so he could kiss Derek quickly.
“Thank you.” He told him softly. “Thank you so much for that. I’m good, I’m
just a little nervous. I’m really fine and if I have anything that I don’t
like, I’ll tell you as soon as I feel that way. I promise, okay?” He said
softly, gently bumping their noses together. “I’m just really excited to see
what you’re gonna do to me, and this is my first time really being tied up.”
“Good,” Derek murmured to him, pressing their mouths together for a quick and
heated kiss before reluctantly finishing the laces on Stiles’ other cuff. He’d
tied them exactly the same now as he had in the store and he tested how they
restricted Stiles’ arm movements, letting Stiles’ arms relax whenever any
resistance was met. “Now, I’m going to adjust the pillows on the bed and I want
you to lie on your back for me. If I can move a pillow somewhere to make it
more comfortable, just let me know.” He said and brushed his fingers against
Stiles’ shoulder before doing as he said he would.
Stiles nodded at that, testing the binds for a moment before he hummed lightly
in approval. “That’s fine. I think mostly just focus them so that they’ll be
against my upper back and shoulders. I think that’ll make it so that there’s
less pressure on my wrists.” He said softly, tugging at the binds again so that
he could test just how comfortable they really were.
Derek nodded, moving one of the pillows he’d placed so when Stiles laid down,
there’d be two set up to go under his head and shoulders, the other under his
hips. “They still feel comfortable, being around your back now?” he asked,
curious.
Stiles nodded at that and carefully moved to lay down. “Yeah, they’re still
comfortable. I mean, not as much as they were when I had my hands in front of
me, but you get the point.”
Derek helped him lay down, making sure that he laid on the pillows so they were
supporting him where they were meant to. “Good, now my plan is to get you ready
for me. I’ll stroke you while I bite your neck, maybe refresh some of those
marks or add new ones its up to you.” he said, his voice low as he scooted
Stiles’ legs apart so that he could press between them and support himself on
his arms over Stiles. “Then I’ll play with your ass a little, get you nice and
open. And then I’ll fuck you for real.” he finished, punctuating his last
sentence by grinding his hips forward a little, smirking down at him. “Does
that sound good?” he asked.
Stiles wished that he could cover his mouth so he could hide the low moan that
let itself out. He had to close his eyes for a moment before he nodded quickly.
“Oh, yeah, that’s totally okay. All of that is totally fine. You can do all of
that and more to me, please and thank you so much.”
Derek chuckled, hanging his head as he did before he looked at Stiles. “I’m
liking those cuffs already,” he murmured, straightening himself up so he could
start to take off Stiles’ jeans and boxers. “I’ve been trying so hard to get
you to not keep those sounds to yourself.” he said with a smile as he undid
Stiles’ jeans. “Now you won’t be able to help it.” He added, putting his
fingers under the fabric and working them off.
“God damn it.” Stiles groaned a little before laughing. “I should have really
thought these through. I just really liked the idea of you tying me up and
fucking me. I mean, I still do, but you get the point.” He stated, lifting his
hips a little to help him out.
Derek grinned as he laughed some more, getting Stiles’ jeans down to his knees
thanks to Stiles’ help. He worked them off one leg at a time, setting them on
the floor. “Maybe we can find something at the Emporium, next time we go. I’m
sure they have something in the way of a mask.” Derek said, undoing his own
jeans and slipping them off too.
“Oh, what are you gonna do with that?” He asked curiously, shifting a little as
he shamelessly stared at Derek’s body. “Y’know, I’ve been thinking about
calling your dick Thor’s Hammer.” Stiles tried to keep his expression serious
but soon started laughing.
“A mask with the right design can muffle what you say, but not restrict
breathing.” Derek answered, rolling his eyes at Stiles’ comment as he tossed
his jeans on the floor next to Stiles’. “I’ve been trying to come up with one
for yours, but the ones I come up with are just stupid.” He said and climbed
back over to lay next to Stiles, resting his hand on Stiles’ tummy, just inches
away from his cock. “I think I could be happy with my dick being called
Mjolnir.”
“What about Fenris for yours?” Stiles asked curiously, raising his eyebrows a
bit before he squirmed a little. “Oh, so you’re trying to keep me quiet now?”
He asked with a laugh before shifting again at his touch. “Y’know,” He
murmured, looking down at Derek’s hand before he looked back up at his face.
“There are so many better things that you can do with that hand.”
“I don’t know, there’s times that I never want you to stop talking, and others
I just want to stick a muzzle on you. So yeah,” Derek said and cuddled up
closer to him, smirking against his shoulder when he mentioned that Derek
wasn’t doing anything. “Like what?” he teased, raising his eyebrows.
“I’m pretty sure that muzzles are for puppies, not little otters.” Stiles
smirked a little at him. “Well, uh...For starters, you could put some of that
lube to use and stick a few of those fingers inside of me, or you can use those
nails of yours to scratch me up while you bite my shoulders and stuff. Or, you
could also do that thing you said that would include your hand being on my
dick.”
Derek hummed, exhaling heavily. “Since you asked so nicely,” he said and
pressed a kiss to Stiles’ cheek before scooting to the edge of the bed where
the bag of lubes and massages oils and whatever else Stiles had gotten was
sitting. He dug around until he found the cherry one, deciding definitely to
never use the apple kind if he was going to be the one using his mouth
anywhere. He went back to Stiles, flipping open the bottle and squeezing some
onto his fingers and rubbing it between his fingers and his thumb to warm it
up.
Derek decided of the list of things Stiles had suggested, he’d go with the one
he’d said he’d do so after he’d knelt down between Stiles’ legs and bent over
him to kiss him he lifted Stiles’ dick into his fingers and started to stroke
him slowly and lightly.
Stiles let out a whine when Derek touched him and lifted his hips a little as
he slowly closed his eyes. “God...” He whispered as he slowly lifted his hips.
He squirmed a little as he tugged a little at his wrists and whined a little
again.
He kissed Derek deeply and nipped at his lip lightly, rocking his hips up a
little against his hand so he could get a little bit more friction. Derek
smirked against Stiles’ mouth, moving his hand with Stiles hips so his hands
movements and pressure never changed for a second. He hummed against Stiles’
mouth when Stiles bit at him, leaning his head away before closing his lips
around Stiles’ left shoulder. Considering the mess of bruises and bite marks on
Stiles’ right shoulder, that was clearly what Derek favored and he didn’t want
to leave too many marks when there wasn’t very much undamaged skin there
anymore. He moved his thumb in small circles at the base of Stiles’ dick,
fingers wrapped around the rest of it as he slid them carefully up and down. He
sucked at Stiles’ shoulder between kisses and gentle nips.
Stiles cursed against his mouth when he didn’t give him what he wanted, biting
his lip in retaliation before he pulled away. When he felt Derek against his
shoulder, he let out a low groan and closed his eyes tightly as he shifted a
little again. “Oh...my fucking God.” The hyperactive teenager gasped out as he
closed his eyes tightly and tried his best to keep still for him. “I just, oh
my - Holy, fucking Hell, Derek. Please, don’t ever, ever, stop. Oh, my fucking,
God.” He rambled, whimpering a little as he moved his legs around his waist so
that he could try his best to him closer.
Derek let out a low chuckle, sighing sharply when his erection pressed against
the fabric and Stiles’ thigh as Stiles brought him closer with his legs. Derek
bit down forcefully, pausing his thumb’s motions and just pressing it harder
against Stiles’ cock as he brought his hand up slowly, ghosting the pad of his
thumb then against the tip.
“You’re such a mess already,” he breathed against Stiles’ shoulder after he’d
let go with his teeth, pausing to tongue the imprints. “I wonder how much worse
you’d be if I actually did stop.”
Stiles cursed loudly when Derek bit down, throwing his head back as he bucked
his hips up. “H-Holy shit!” He exclaimed, closing his eyes tightly so he could
stop them from rolling back. “Oh, I would kill you if you did. I would...Uh,
find a way to kick your nice werewolf ass.”
Derek chuckled, nuzzling his face closer to Stiles’ neck. “You could try, but I
think you’d much rather us doing this.” He said and pushed at Stiles’ legs
until he moved them, settling between them and sliding his hand to the base as
he placed his mouth over the tip. The taste of Stiles was still there, masked a
little by the cherry flavoring of the lube. He sucked gently, pulling a small
breath through his nose as he lowered his mouth over Stiles’ cock until his
hand was in the way. He pulled back then, his hand following only when he
started to bring his mouth back down again. Stiles cursed again and wished that
he had his hands free so he could tangle his fingers in Derek’s hair. He licked
his lips as he tried to remind himself that he needed to actually breathe.
“Ugh, fuck.” He whispered, exhaling shakily as he balled his hands into tight
fists.
Derek hummed quietly as he sucked on Stiles’ cock, pressing his tongue against
the underside and slowing after a moment, pulling his mouth off, but keeping
his hands on Stiles’ cock moving so as not to torture him too much. “Fingers?”
he asked, flicking his tongue out to lick the head of Stiles’ dick before
sucking on him again.
“H-Honestly,” he started, struggling to try to get his thoughts focused right.
“I think it would be really great for you to stick that dick of yours right in
me. I mean, we fucked this morning, so I am all ready to go in more ways than
one...O-Oh God....If you keep sucking me like that, I am going to blow my load
so fast that I’ll totally and completely be, uh, embarrassed of
myself...Because holy fuck.”
Derek pulled off of Stiles’ cock before he let out a snort and laughed. “We’d
be even from earlier,” Derek said, even as he was nodding. “But when you’re
right you’re right.” he said and after relocating the lube and warming an
amount on his fingers he slicked himself up, biting at his lower lip. When he
was done he scooted closer to Stiles, leaning over to press a kiss to his
chest, an idea suddenly forming in his head as he did. He moved his lips over
to Stiles’ nipple, tracing the edges of it before closing his mouth over it.
As he sucked at Stiles’ nipple he brought his hands to Stiles’ ass, spreading
him so he could press his lubed fingers against Stiles’ hole.
Stiles couldn’t stop himself from whining when Derek pulled off of him. “O-Oh
for fuck sake, that’s not fair either.” He whispered, shifting his lips a
little in protest. He gasped out at the feeling of Derek’s mouth on his chest
and tilted his head back again. “Now, that’s really, really...not fair. Fuck
you Derek and your fucking mouth...” He breathed out as he closed his eyes
tightly.
Derek just laughed lightly through his nose, massaging a finger against Stiles’
hole before pressing it gently inside. He smiled against Stiles chest as he
thought of something else he could try and he did, lightly grazing his teeth
against Stiles’ nipple. Stiles huffed a little through his nose when Derek
laughed, squirming under him again just to spite him. He quickly started
cursing again and moved his legs tightly around his waist so that he could at
least make some use of his limbs.
“God, you’re even more fidgety when you can’t move your arms,” Derek said after
flicking his tongue against Stiles’ nipple. He worked his finger in and out of
Stiles’ hole a few times, pressing up to the knucle before pulling it out just
enough to start working in another finger.
“I can’t help it...I uh, express myself with my hands.” Stiles mumbled, lifting
his hips for a moment in an attempt to get himself in deeper. “So I’m making up
for that lack of movement. I could start rolling around...”
“I think that would torture you more than me right now,” Derek chuckled,
leaning away from Stiles’ chest and running his free hand along it, feeling the
softness of his skin and trailing his fingertips between mole after mole. He
seriously hadn’t ever seen anyone with so many moles before. He refocused his
attention on his fingers and what they were doing, turning them to the side a
little so he could locate Stiles’ prostate. He found it almost immediately,
gently probing the tip of his fingers against it
“Nnngn, don’t remind me. Except, pretty sure that you’re uh, torturing me a lot
more than I could torture myself right - Fuck!” Stiles exclaimed, bucking his
hips and losing his train of thought the moment he touched his prostate. “O-
Okay, okay, what do I have to do? What do I have to, uh, holy fucking shit, say
to get your dick in me, like right now?”
Derek hummed, grazing his teeth over his lip for a moment before smirking. “You
could beg.”
“Oh fuck you.” Stiles groaned out, whining a little in protest for few moments.
“I, uh...Please, Derek, I really need your dick in me. I really, really need
you to fuck me so hard that I can’t even remember my own name. You promised me
that you would fuck me until I couldn’t walk right and I really, really would
like that.” He slowly got out, trying to keep his thought process working.
Derek’s lips parted into a wide grin, “As you wish.” He said, carefully
slipping his fingers out and after making sure that he was lined up he adjusted
Stiles’ legs and lined himself up. He brushed his tip against Stiles’ hole,
gently pressing into him. Derek didn’t think he’d ever get over the feeling of
it. Of pressing himself into Stiles, or the way that Stiles looked so helpless
with his arms cuffed behind his back. “You look so perfect right now.” he
breathed.
Stiles bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows together before he closed his eyes
tightly. He tried his best to keep his sounds to himself, but Derek was making
it really hard. He soon opened his eyes again and smiled a little at him. “I
look perfect all the time.”
“Hush,” Derek ordered, punctuating his point by pushing into him a little
faster. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to drive the point home. He sighed
happily when he met Stiles’ ass with his hips, rocking against them a little as
he put his hands on either side of Stiles’ head on the pillows. He eased out a
little, pressing in again as he gently started working himself into a rhythm.
Stiles cried out and bit his lip as he lifted his hips a little. He tried to
keep breathing right through his nose, swallowing hard as he tried to focus on
Derek. “God, it really fucking sucks not having use of my hands.” He mumbled
under his breath, slowly smiling widely as he looked a little dazed.
Derek hummed, keeping his pace. “You okay?” He asked, noting the fact that
Stiles was smiling and more than likely was. He still had to ask though.
“Mhmm.” Stiles nodded slowly, moving his hips with Derek’s as best as he could.
“More than okay.”
“Good,” Derek murmured, bending his elbows so he could lean down and kiss
Stiles’ lips. He thrusted his hips against him, working with how Stiles was
moving his own hips. He sighed through his nose, warmth curling in his gut. He
moved a hand down to Stiles’ cock, wrapping his fingers around it and stroking
him.
Stiles swallowed hard before he kissed him back, lightly biting at his lip so
he could try his best to hide his moans to spite Derek. He soon had to pull
away and groaned a little as he shifted against the pillows. “Fuck...I’m
really...Really probably, most likely going to come soon.” He said quickly,
laughing breathlessly before he moaned again. He could feel the way that his
insides felt like they were slowly knotting themselves up and the way that
Derek was making his toes curl. He gripped the bedding tightly in one hand so
he could try to keep some control over himself.
Derek huffed against Stiles’ lips, moaning a little into his mouth. “Not yet,”
Derek whispered, forcing himself to stroke Stiles a little slower. At this rate
his promises of Stiles not being able to walk a while were going to fall flat
if they only fucked once. “If it gets too much let me know, but mmmm,” he
paused to sigh out a moan. He wished Stiles’ arms were free, if only to scratch
into his back, to bite him, something, anything. “Maybe we could switch
places?” he asked, resigned to the fact that this definitely wasn’t as fun as
it had been during their foreplay.
Stiles whined in protest when Derek told him that he was going to have to wait
and squirmed a little to get his point across. He turned his head enough so
that he could get to Derek’s neck and shoulder, pushing himself up the best he
could with his arms so that he could bite hard into his shoulder and show him
his frustrations.
Derek gasped when Stiles bit him, a low moan loosing from his lips and his hips
stuttered ever so slightly. “Mmmm, fuck Stiles, that - oh my God,” he said,
thrusting against him a little harder. “More, I need... more, harder, anything
I don’t....” He babbled, swearing again under his breath. He reminded himself
that he should move his hand on Stiles’ cock, not even realizing that he’d
stopped when Stiles had bit him. He started up again, letting his arm drop onto
his elbow so Stiles could reach easier.
Stiles cried out against his skin when Derek thrusted harder against him,
seeing little sparks of white for a moment before he obliged and bit down
harder. He sank his teeth in until he tasted the faint metallic tang of Derek’s
blood and let go of him with his teeth so he could move a little up his
shoulder and bite down again just as hard.
Derek fell apart at the sensation, the pain being just exactly what he’d
needed. He whimpered against Stiles’ shoulder, his head having fell there at
some point, he was startled to realize that he hadn’t realized it. The warmth
in his gut was pooling there now, his cock already starting to want the release
the warmth begged for. His breath hitched in his throat around a moan,
muttering curses sporadically. He moved his hand against Stiles a little
faster, stroking him harder as he panted out his breaths through his mouth
against Stiles’ skin.
Stiles was biting his shoulder again, bucking his hips erratically at the
movements as he closed his eyes tightly. He muffled a loud moan as he reached
his climax, tightening his legs around Derek’s waist. He accidentally bit down
much harder than he had been doing when he was overwhelmed by the feeling of
finally going over his edge and he forced himself to let go of Derek’s shoulder
when he felt warm liquid trickling down his chin. He wasn’t entirely sure if it
was drool or Derek’s blood, but if it was Derek’s, he needed to apologize when
his brain was working again.
Derek cried out when Stiles orgasm made him clamp down harder on his shoulder.
The pain of it pushed him over the edge, eyes shifting in response as he
snapped his head up and swore loudly. It was a lot more pain than he was used
to, a lot more pain than he had expected to come from Stiles’ teeth, but it
apparently worked because not long after he was coming too. His thrusts were
erratic, stuttering to a stop and he had to focus all of his energy on not
laying down right there on top of Stiles because he knew Stiles’ arms were
still pinned behind him.
“Stiles, oh my - hmmm,” he breathed, having to take a moment before he could
gently slip out of him and fall over onto his side laying between Stiles and
the wall. He winced as his shoulder stung and burned, looking over at it. It
was already healing, but he could tell it had been bad. “God damn.” he
breathed, letting his head fall against the mattress.
“Ngnnnn.” Stiles let out an unintelligible whine when Derek pulled away, trying
to roll his body so that he could roll over with Derek. He kept his eyes closed
as he tried to catch his breath and ignore the blood that was painting his lips
and teeth read and the trail of it that went down his face.
“I, uh...” He started when his body was a little more calmed down. “I’m so
sorry.” He whispered as he kept his eyes closed.
“No, it’s fine, God Stiles, you look insane right now,” Derek said, brushing
his hand against Stiles’ cheek. “Do you want me to clean you up or... God, I
don’t even know what to do with this.” he said, running his thumb along Stiles’
chin and wiping at the blood.
Stiles opened his eyes a little so he could look at Derek, looking totally out
of it. He squirmed his face a little from Derek’s hand and did his best
imitation of the way that Derek growled. Derek sighed and shook his head.
“You’re ridiculous,” Derek said, and pulled Stiles closer to him, wrapping his
arms around Stiles’ back and pulling at the laces on the cuffs.
“You love it.” He whispered in his exhaustion, burying his face in Derek’s
shoulder as he closed his eyes again. “I want these off so I can cuddle the
fuck out of my boyfriend.” He mumbled, hooking his leg around Derek’s waist.
Derek chuckled, “I’m working on it, give me a minute.” Derek murmured, getting
them unlaced a full minute later. He eased them off, aiming them at the floor
as he tossed them. “There, better?” Derek asked.
Stiles nodded tiredly and moved his arm around Derek so he could successfully
cuddle him as much as he wanted. “You don’t deny a koala the right to cuddle.”
He mumbled to him.
Derek smirked, nuzzling against Stiles’ head. “I won’t argue right now.” he
said softly. “How’d I do?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Awesome.” He said softly, giving him a thumbs up. “I’m giving it an A plus.”
Derek laughed a little, catching his hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss
his knuckles. “Can you tolerate me going away for a moment? I don’t want to,
but I should clean ourselves up and you could probably stand to drink a little
water at the very least.” he asked, holding Stiles’ hand against his chest.
Stiles debated it for a moment as he watched Derek before he shook his head.
“No, you’re mine and I’m not letting go.”
Derek huffed through his mouth, “Your aftercare is ridiculous.” He murmured,
scooting a little closer so that he could lift his head up and press kisses to
Stiles’ shoulder. “You did really well though, I mean. You literally saved my
ass at the end there.”
“I bit the fuck out of you.” Stiles stated as he raised his eyebrows a little.
“How is your shoulder, by the way? Because I probably look like a fucking
cannibal right now.”
Derek lifted his head so he could look at it, it was mostly healed by now with
just slight little pink-white scars that would be gone shortly. “It’s fine,
don’t worry about it. It helped me.” he said, and dropped his head back down to
the pillow they were sharing now.
Stiles nodded a little at that and slowly rolled over so he could lay on him.
“God, I can’t believe it bit you that hard. Any harder and I might have taken
more than just a little blood.”
“Yeah... you’d be more wolf than me if you did that,” Derek joked, shrugging.
“Or maybe just a little more Dr. Lecter than is healthy.”
“Would it be cannibalism if you aren’t entirely human?” Stiles asked curiously,
burying his face in his chest before he began to wipe his bloody face all over
him.
“That.... Y’know actually, I don’t have an - oh my God, Stiles no!” Derek said,
gently pushing at his shoulders so he couldn’t make it worse. “That is not
appropriate, you should have asked.” He said, scowling as he looked down at his
chest.
“Red is your color.” Stiles replied simply as he shrugged a little, unable to
stop himself from grinning up at him.
“You should have asked.” Derek repeated, deadpanning at him. He sat up in the
bed until he could use the wall to brace himself as he got to his feet,
stepping over Stiles as he located his boxers. He slipped them on, leaving for
the bathroom, so frustrated that Stiles didn’t understand. Which was honestly
why he should have stayed, but he was just so frustrated all he wanted to do
was clean himself up and take those few moments to calm down before trying to
explain to Stiles what had happened there.
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows a little as he sat up, really not understanding
what was going on with that. He shifted a little to make himself more
comfortable before he began working his clothes back on. He wasn’t sure what
else to do in this situation if Derek needed to cool down from whatever that
just was. He scratched at his head as he ran his fingertip over the designs on
Derek’s sheets as he tried to think about what he should say or do if he really
made Derek angry. He cursed a little under his breath, getting to his feet and
heading down so he could stretch his legs a little and give Derek some space
for a few minutes if he needed it. He crossed his arms over his chest as he
stared down at his bare feet while he wandered around the training area.
 
Derek sighed in frustration as he got to the bathroom, grabbing one of his
darker colored towels and wetting it before wiping at his chest and his
shoulder. He should have insisted on the clean-up, should have used the
blankets, should have done anything or at least made Stiles clean his face up
more. He glared himself in the mirror, shaking his head before looking back
down to the sink. He shouldn’t be so angry, should calm down. Stiles didn’t
know about what was wrong, but he’d laughed - laughed when Derek had said it
was wrong, that he should have asked. Derek tossed the towel towards the
shower, cupping water from the sink into his hands and splashing it up at his
face. He got two other smaller hand-towels for Stiles, wetting one before
wringing out the extra water and walking back.
Derek got back to the bedroom and quirked an eyebrow up when the room was
empty. ‘Where the hell...’ he thought to himself, quickly scenting him out and
following the trail of his scent to the training room. “Stiles,” he said softly
when he laid eyes on him, hands holding the towels like a weird peace offering
as he walked over to him. Derek didn’t know how to begin, he’d upset him he
knew.
Stiles glanced back at him and looked him over for a few moments before he took
the towels from him so he could properly clean his face up. He was quiet for a
few moments before he looked up at him again. “I’m sorry, Derek. I didn’t mean
to upset you.”
Derek nodded, biting at his lower lip a moment. “Do you understand why I got
upset?” he asked, “I didn’t intend to flip out like that, I just... I like it
when you bite me that hard, I do, but the blood play... that’s not,” he paused,
sighing through his nose.
Stiles nodded at that and held the towels in one hand before he moved his other
arm loosely around his waist. “I’m sorry, it was really stupid of me. I didn’t
think about it.”
“I’m sorry too, I could have been gentler with my reaction,” Derek murmured and
wrapped his arms around Stiles, burying his face against Stiles’ neck. “Are we
okay?” he whispered.
Stiles nodded as he pulled Derek closer. “Yeah, we’re good.” He smiled a
little, happy to see that Derek wasn’t really angry with him. He couldn’t take
another fight again when they just got over their last one. “I’ll be more
careful from now on.”
Derek nodded against his neck, murmuring a small thank you. “Can we go finish
cuddling?” he asked, pulling away enough to look at Stiles’ face.
“Yeah, of course we can.” Stiles snickered, kissing his head quickly before he
pulled away. “I’m going to cuddle you so hard.”
Derek snorted, rolling his eyes. “Sounds good,” he said with a smirk, he
gestured for Stiles to go ahead of him, glancing around the training room
before following.
Stiles nodded and took Derek’s hand so he could lead the way back to the
bedroom, humming to himself. “So what do you wanna do now? Just cuddle?”
“Yeah,” Derek said, lacing their fingers together. “Get a little bit of rest
and maybe a cigarette in before I shift for you.”
“Sounds good. I can’t wait to see it.” He grinned at him before he quickly
kissed his cheek.
“I just want you to know that I’m kind of large as a wolf,” Derek said quietly.
“I don’t want you to be scared when I change.”
“I don’t think I’ll be too scared. I mean, unless you have zero control of
yourself.”
“I have control, though I’m definitely a litte more instinct driven.” Derek
said and shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s weird. Like half of me is in control,
and the other half usually just wants to run into the trees and never come out.
It’s dangerous, because if I let go too much it can be permanent.”
Stiles stopped walking and looked really concerned about that. “I don’t know if
I want to have you do it then...”
“Stiles, I’ll be fine,” Derek said with a small smile. “I’ve done it before,
many times. It’s perfectly safe if I’m careful, which I always am.”
Stiles still looked unsure about it but slowly nodded. “Okay, as long as you
think it’ll be fine.”
“I do, and it will, I promise,” Derek said and gave Stiles’ hand a squeeze.
Because of how slow they’d been walking they only just got back to the room.
Stiles nodded and set the towels down before he moved his arms around Derek’s
waist. He buried his face in his chest and soon smiled widely before he let his
body become dead weight.
Derek chuckled, picking Stiles up and turning so his back was to the mattress
as he flopped down onto it. “Cheeky little ferret.” he mumbled.
“I like to think of myself as an otter.” Stiles replied, grinning up at him for
a moment before he buried his face back in his chest.
Derek snorted, “Think of yourself as an otter all you want, I’m still going to
call you a ferret.” he said, rubbing his hands against Stiles’ back.
“If I accepted it, would you change it?” Stiles asked, resting his cheek
against his chest as he closed his eyes.
Derek tilted his head as he thought, finally shaking it. “Nope, probably not. I
like it too much.”
“Oh dear God.” Stiles groaned before laughing a little.
“What?” Derek asked, chuckling. “It’s better than some of the other names I
could have come up with.”
“Well that’s actually probably true. No one knows for sure what goes in that
mind of yours. It’s probably gay porn all day.”
“I do not think about gay porn all day,” Derek said with a laugh. “Unless you
count you, then yeah I think about gay porn all day.” he said, grinning.
“Oh god, do you have fantasies about me?” Stiles asked with a grin.
“I’d plead the fifth, but that would be answer enough I think.” Derek laughed.
Stiles kissed up his chest, humming in content before he kissed him softly.
“Mmmm....It’s okay. I fantasize about you too.”
Derek chuckled, kissing him back softly before squeezing his arms around him a
little. “I should hope so. I mean, not that I don’t give you enough to think
about without fantasizing, right?” he asked, bumping their noses together.
“You have no idea. I think a lot about you at probably the worst times ever.”
He stated, nuzzling their noses together.
Derek snorted, “Now I’m curious. When do you think about me?”
“Nah.” Stiles slowly grinned as he rested their foreheads together.
“Really? You’re not going to tell me?” Derek asked, pouting his lower lip out.
“No, you’ll enjoy it way too much.”
Derek laughed, “Yeah, probably.” he said and lifted his head to brush their
cheeks together. “Would you want to let me smoke a cigarette here in a minute?
If I lay here too much longer I’ll be too comfortable to get anything else done
tonight and I really wanted to show you my wolf side.”
“Yeah, go on ahead.” Stiles said softly, scrunching his face up for a moment
before he nuzzled him back. “Mmm. You’re adorable.”
“And you’re adorkable, what’s your point?” Derek asked, chuckling as he sat up
a little.
“Did you just call me ‘adorkable’?” Stiles asked with a laugh, clinging to
Derek as he moved. “You’re such a butt.”
“Yes I did, now move your cute little ferret ass for a minute so I can get my
cigarettes,” he said, brushing his finger against Stiles’ nose.
“Oh I’m totally not letting go now.” Stiles stated, even moving his legs around
his waist to spite him.
“Fine,” Derek said, scooting with Stiles to the end of the bed and holding his
hands firm around Stiles’ back as he stood up. He located his jacket and wormed
his foot under it, kicking it over to the bed before going back and sitting
down next to it.
Stiles laughed a little at Derek’s determination, keeping a grip on his body to
make sure that he wouldn’t fall off. “Holy shit, this is so much hotter than it
probably should be.”
“You’re the one determined to make things difficult,” Derek said with a snort,
relaxing his arms around Stiles now that he didn’t have to make sure he
wouldn’t fall, turning his coat over until he located the pocket his cigarettes
were in and pulling them out. “Besides, it’s kind of entertaining seeing how
much you enjoy how easily I can move you around.” he said, flipping open the
lid to the pack and pulling one out with his lips.
“What can I say? I obviously seem to have a thing for your strength.” Stiles
said softly, resting his chin on his shoulder before he closed his eyes and
relaxed. “It’s really, really hot.”
Derek hummed, shifting around so he could dig into his jeans pocket and pull
out his lighter. He lit his cigarette, taking the first drag and exhaling it
out in a happy sigh, offering it out to Stiles. “I’m just wondering if I should
do something special, when I’m as a wolf I can’t talk so, you should suggest
something now.”
“What do you mean by special?” Stiles asked before shaking his head at the
offering.
“I don’t know, imagine a wolf the size of a horse, what would you want to do?”
Derek asked, slipping his fingers around the cigarette and bringing it to his
lips, taking a drag.
“Can I call you Fenrir and ride on your back?” He asked curiously.
Derek snorted, “If that’s what you want to do. If the Argents weren’t using my
old house as a base I’d say we could go check if that old wolfsbane patch is
still good.”
“Maybe I could sneak over and see what I could find?” He suggested.
Derek frowned, thinking about it. Bottom line if Stiles got in trouble he could
jump in to protect him, but he didn’t want to ask Stiles to do that. “I can’t
ask you to do that, it’s not safe - even if I’m with you.”
“You don’t have to ask me to do it. I’ll go over and do it myself at some
point. You’ll never know when~.”
Derek sighed in mildly agitation through his nose. “Fine, we’ll go together.
I’m not having you do something stupidly dangerous alone.”
Stiles smiled a little and nuzzled him gently. “I promise I’ll be okay. I’ve
been doing this since I could walk.”
“That doesn’t mean I like it,” Derek said, still frowning as he took a drag
from the cigarette.
“I know, but just trust in me.”
“It’s not trust in you that’s the problem.” Derek muttered, exhaling the drag
over Stiles’ shoulder. “I’d much rather going by myself.”
“Nope, out of the question.” Stiles stated.
“Why do you have to be stubborn when you could easily get hurt?”
“I’m a Stilinski. It’s in my blood to be headstrong and stubborn.”
“I’m learning,” Derek said with a snort. He sighed and leaned his head to rest
against Stiles’ chest. “If we go, I want you to follow my lead. Don’t run off
unless I’m with you and if anything happens and we get separated, don’t stop
until you get to Scott.”
“I can’t promise that I can run that fast and far, but I’ll give it my best.”
He said softly.
“Call him to pick you up then,” Derek murmured back, lifting his head and
moving his hand to brush his fingers against Stiles’ cheek. “Hopefully nothing
will go wrong and all of this worrying is pointless.”
“It’ll be okay. I promise.” He said softly, running his fingers through his
hair gently.
“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep,” Derek whispered, wrapping his arms
around Stiles’ back, tapping his ashes and nuzzling into Stiles’ shoulder.
“Okay, then how about I promise that I will do my best to make that a promise?”
Derek sighed against his skin, pressing his lips against it for a minute in a
long kiss. “That will have to do, I guess.”
“Good.” He said softly as rubbed his back and kissed his head. “It’ll be okay.”
Derek nodded slowly, hiding his face against Stiles’ shoulder, closing his eyes
and wrapping his arms tightly around Stiles before pulling away. “Let’s do
this,” he said, bringing his cigarette to his lips and taking one last drag
before offering it to Stiles for him to finish. “I assume you want to watch the
change?”
“Fuck yeah I do.” He replied, taking the last drag before he put it out against
the floor. “I’m excited for this.”
“Alright, hop up then, we’ll do it downstairs, more room.” Derek said and
slipped his hands down to Stiles’ thighs, patting his right one against Stiles’
leg.
“Just how big are you when you turn?” He asked curiously, placing his hands on
Derek’s before leaning forwards to kiss him softly. He soon pulled away and got
to his feet before offering a hand to Derek.
Derek accepted his help up, though he didn’t really need it, keeping his hand
in Stiles’ as he led him downstairs. “Let’s just say that my inner wolf is a
lot bigger than Laura’s was.” Derek said, knowing that Stiles likely would
never forget the sight of Laura’s wolf form. He hated that his mind was going
there now of all times, so he forced himself to focus. Forced himself to think
of what he’d need to do once they got downstairs.
“Jesus Christ.” Stiles breathed out, raising his eyebrows as he looked up at
Derek. “That’s awesome as hell.”
Derek chuckled, “Like I said, just try not to freak out.” he said, letting go
of Stiles’ hand as they reached the bottom of the stairs. “Take a seat, it’s
going to take a minute.” he directed, stepping over to the door and opening it
partially, exhaling a nervous breath through his mouth as he rolled his
shoulders, shaking his arms out and bouncing on his feet a little as he walked
to stand in the center of the room where there was the most clear space.
Stiles nodded and looked over to where Derek told him to go for a moment before
he went after Derek and cupped his face in his hands before he pulled him down
for a deep kiss to help him feel a little more relaxed.
Derek relaxed at his touch, sighing through his nose. “Thanks,” he said softly,
lightly bumping their foreheads. “Come on, I can’t shift with you standing
here.”
“Well yeah, but I’m anchoring you.” Stiles smiled at him, staring up into his
eyes for a moment before he backed away from him so he could go sit down away
from him.
Derek rolled his eyes, bumping their noses together before Stiles had walked
off. He opened and closed his hands into fists before he remembered he should
probably take his boxers off if he didn’t want to ruin them. He did, tossing
them over by the stairs and then stood closing his eyes. “Find the wolf...” he
mouthed to himself, taking a deep breath. “Let it out.” He mouthed again,
exhaling the breath leaving his chest feeling heavy as he started to shift.
The worst thing about shifting into a wolf wasn’t the pain as his bones shifted
around, his teeth clamping together as he stumbled. It was the lack of control
once the process started - it’s part of what made the whole thing dangerous
because if interrupted, he could be injured even more by that than letting the
shift complete itself. He let out a forced grunt, dropping to his knees as his
legs started to change and couldn’t support him anymore on their own. His whole
body was shaking, long dark black fur sprouting up on every inch of him until
there wasn’t any skin left except for the palms of his hands and feet.
The cry that loosed from him when his facial bones began reconstructing
themselves was less of a shout and more of a low pained howl, his vocal cords
no longer obeying him. He whined nearly constantly, as the process slowed to a
finish, his hands now paws bracing himself as a shudder ran through him from
snout to tail. He stood there, head bowed low as he recovered, whines exhaling
from his throat with every breath. The pain from shifting would go away in a
minute, and until then his whole body ached. He slowly lifted his great head,
opening his eyes and seeing everything through a deep red filter. He stopped
his eyes on Stiles, remembering.
Stiles stayed completely silent the entire time he watched Derek, finding all
of this completely fascinating and he was so lucky that he was able to witness
something so incredible. He didn’t know what he had done to get the coolest
boyfriend in the entire world, but he was never going to regret any of the time
that he spent with Derek.
When Derek finally was completely changed, he let out the shaky breath that he
had been holding and swallowed hard as he slowly got to his feet. His knees
felt a little weak from the shock and the tiny amount of fear that he couldn’t
completely get rid of. The hyperactive Stilinski stayed completely silent for
once in his life as he took slow steps over to Derek.
He watched his every move carefully, just in case Derek wasn’t in full control
of himself and he needed to get away. When he was finally right in front of
Derek, he slowly lifted his hand and reached for him so that he could gently
scratch behind his ears.
Derek watched Stiles get up, hearing his heart pounding and the faint scent of
fear hitting his senses as Stiles stepped towards him. He never took his eyes
off of Stiles, breathing in and out slowly through his nose. He blinked his
eyes slowly as Stiles reached out for him, twitching his ears a little before
taking a small step forward and pressing his head into Stiles’ touch.
Stiles slowly grinned when Derek pressed back, carefully lifting his other hand
so that he could pet him and scratch him. “Holy shit, Derek...This is
incredible...You’re amazing.” He told him softly.
Derek eased himself down to lay at Stiles’ feet, closing his eyes as he huffed
a breath through his nose. He growled lightly in the back of his throat,
tilting his head as Stiles scratched him and pressing closer until his head
bumped into Stiles’ stomach.
Stiles hummed in content as he moved to sit down beside Derek. He bent down and
buried his face in his fur, closing his eyes as he began to gently rub his
back.
Derek adjusted his paws under himself, turning his head and resting it on
Stiles’ lap. He kept his eyes open, looking up at the window. His wolf wanted
to get up and run, to speed through the trees until they were just a blur. He
refocused his eyes on Stiles, letting out a small whine and flicking his ears
towards them before bending them down against his head.
“God, you’re so huge. I think it really is possible for me to actually ride on
your back.” Stiles thought out loud as he admired the massive wolf beside him.
Derek rolled his eyes as best he could, huffing through his nose and moving his
head to nudge Stiles with his nose, trying to get the point across for him to
stand up. His tail smacked against the floor and he glanced at his back, his
eyes being drawn again by the window and the sky outside.
“What do you want?” Stiles asked with a laugh as he leaned down to kiss him
right on his nose. “God, even as a wolf, you’re so moody and impatient.”
Derek growled a little at him, getting to his feet and padding over to the
door, he squeezed his head through it, pressing his shoulder against it once he
was through it enough, pushing it open. He turned back to Stiles, tail wagging
like mad. He let out a short whine, padding back over and pressing his head
straight against Stiles’ chest, pressing against him.
Stiles laughed a little as he slowly got to his feet. “Okay, okay Grumpy, I’ll
take you out for a walk.” He smiled at him as he ruffled his fur before he led
the way outside. He stopped at his car for a moment to grab his jacket before
turning back to Derek. “Where to, Wolfy?”
Derek followed him outside, bounding ahead of him once they’d cleared the
bottom of the stairs. he panted through his open mouth, tongue lolling out a
little and he padded around the gravel of the lot a moment before going back
over to Stiles. He stretched out his front legs, yawning wide before snapping
his mouth closed. He’d forgotten almost what their plan was before Stiles asked
him where he’d wanted to go. He padded closer, hunkering down next to him, and
looking up at him as he waited.
Stiles watched Derek for a moment, really enjoying to see the actual wolf side
of him for once. It was really awesome to get to hang out with a massive wolf.
He slowly grinned, moving to climb onto Derek’s back as carefully as he could.
Derek laid down further until his stomach and chest were laying flat on the
ground, trying to get down as far as he could so that Stiles could climb on.
Stiles soon got on right and made himself comfortable before he rubbed his
back. “Okay, I think I’ve got this.” He said softly, trying to figure out the
best way to hold on without possibly pulling Derek’s fur and hurting him.
Derek carefully stood up, he twisted his head to look at Stiles, looking
agitated as he licked his tongue at Stiles’ hand, shaking head and trying to
get the point across for Stiles to wrap his arms around his neck.
Stiles slowly moved his arms around Derek’s neck, laughing a little when he was
licked. “God, you’re supposed to be fierce, but you’re just super cute.”
Derek growled a little and hunkered down before he leapt forward into a run.
Running with Stiles on his back was a little weird, but doable and it kept him
on track as he sped down backstreets at a decent speed until he hit the trees.
From there he broke into a dead run. The trees whizzed past them at a dizzying
speed, Derek’s wolf urging him to let out a howl but he refrained. It wasn’t
safe and if he did howl he would likely just attract every werewolf in the area
from Beacon Hills and even farther.
He darted around trees, breathing heavily through his jaws, jumping every now
and again where there was a tree fallen across his path. The scent of the
forest greeted him like an old friend, the smell of deer and rabbits, the smell
of the trees and the soft earth beneath his feet. He didn’t stop until he
reached the preserve, and even then he only slowed to a quick trot. He kept his
senses alert, searching the ground for traps and sniffing the air for where
hunters had walked through. His ears twitched around, following every sound and
discounting things that weren’t threats every time he heard something new.
Stiles kept a hold of Derek as he ran, trying to look around at everything as
it passed by in blurs of lights and colors until they were finally out of the
city.
He buried his face in his fur when they got to the preserve and listened to
Derek’s breathing as he sat up a little and slowly looked around, just in case.
His hearing and vision were nowhere near as good as Derek’s in any way, but he
had promised Derek that he would try his best to be his most alert and careful
and he was going to do his best to stick to that plan.
Derek padded lightly through the forest, skirting the edges of his family’s
property. He had to backtrack a few times when he found traps or the scent of
other people walking through an area was too strong for his comfort. This meant
that by the time they reached the patch of land on the preserve where his
family had been growing the plant it was dark, except the light of the moon.
This was good for him, it gave him the advantage, but it wasn’t exactly good
for Stiles he knew, so before doing anything he sniffed out the area around the
‘farm.’
After wasting about five minutes checking and double checking scent trails,
Derek decided they were mildly safe there and he stopped next to the field of
overgrown plants, laying down so Stiles could climb off of him. The scent of
the plants made his nose itch, the strong smell of that special blend of
wolfsbane hitting his senses hard and affecting him a little. Not enough that
he was getting a high from it, but they wouldn’t be able to stand next to such
a large plot of plants before they’d have some problems.
Stiles climbed off of him and scratched behind his ears as he looked down at
all of the plants. He tried to estimate just how much they’d need to take back
and how much he could carry without it really affecting Derek to a point they
would need to worry about.
He looked around, just in case, before he kneeled down beside the plants and
began looking them over curiously before he looked back at Derek. “Nod twice
for if I need to bring back a whole plant, once for if it’s just the flowers
themselves we need.” He told him softly.
Derek thought about Stiles’ question for a moment, nodding his head twice. He
padded around the field, no bigger than ten feet on any side, but grown over so
bad that the entire area was a mess of green plants with light purple flowers
budding off of them. He was surprised that the crop was thriving so well, even
if maybe they were thriving a little too well. He kept his ears perked up the
entire time, listening for hunters as he searched the plants for a promising
one. He found one that looked semi-decent a few feet away from them and he eyed
it carefully, tilting his head to the side. He padded closer and barefully used
his paw to separate it from a nearby plant that had tangled up with it. He let
out a sharp huff through his nose, looking at Stiles as he started to dig a
little at the ground next to it, gesturing that this plant would work.
Stiles was glad that Derek at least knew what to look for and when he started
to dig, he moved closer to him before he began carefully digging it out the
best he could with his hands. He took the plant out, roots and all before
looking back at Derek. “Do we only need one for now?”
Derek nodded, he’d have enough with that plant if they got it transplanted
quickly to start a few others, and to make good on his idea for Stiles’
birthday. Something snapped on the ground behind them and he whirled around
quickly, hair standing on end as he let out a low growl. An already terrified
rabbit sped off into the darkness. Derek stopped growling, hunkering down to
the ground as he looked over at Stiles.
Stiles slowly grinned when he saw the rabbit run and shook his head before
petting Derek and climbing back onto his back before he kissed the top of his
head and held on again. He kept the flower as safe as he could, not wanting to
ruin it on the way back.
Derek went back the same way they’d came, remembering where most of the traps
were and avoiding them easily. Once they were clear he sped up again, a low
howl loosing from him as he did, unable to resist the urge to torment the
Argents. They got back to the warehouse unscathed and Derek took the stairs in
one leap, padding inside the building and lowering down next to the platform
once he was close enough that Stiles could step down onto it.
“You have a pretty awesome howl.” Stiles complimented him as he climbed off of
him before he pet Derek’s head again. “Thanks for letting me ride on your back,
buddy.” He grinned at him before he went to go put the plant on Derek’s table.
Once he made sure it was safe, he went back to Derek’s side and ran his fingers
through his fur.
Derek nodded to him, the only response he could give, and looked past him at
the plant. They couldn’t leave it like that, but he couldn’t shift back yet. He
knew already he’d pass out as soon as he did. He snuffled at Stiles’ tummy
before padding off into the warehouse. He climbed on top of the bus for a
vantage point and looked in the mess - there had to be something large enough
to put the plant in, right?
Eventually he ended up jumping off of it and into the mess of boxes random
objects, closing his teeth carefully over what looked to be an old pickle tub,
and smelled like it to. He brought it past Stiles over to the table where
Stiles had left the plant and nudge the plant into the tub after he’d sat it on
the floor with his paw.
Stiles watched Derek, completely confused by what he was wanting until he saw
him trying to get the plant in the jar. “Oh.” He said in realization, going
beside him and picking it up before he ruffled Derek’s fur. “I’m going to get
some dirt for this and then water it for you, alright? Just wait here and I’ll
be right back.” He smiled at him before heading outside so he could go to the
grassy area near the warehouse.
He dug into the ground with his fingers to loosen up some of the soil before
filling the jar a little over two thirds of the way before gently burying the
roots of the plant. Once he called it good, he headed back inside and up to
Derek’s bathroom so he could water it before going back to the main area to put
it on the table. “There we go!”
Derek watched him the whole time, padding alongside him or waiting nearby of he
couldn’t fit - like the bathroom. He tilted his head to the right and then left
as he examined Stiles’ work and decided that he’d done the same quality work he
would have. Derek nodded, letting out a fairly quiet bark.
He padded over to the window, tail brushing up dust and dirt as it smacked
repeatedly against the floor. He should change back soon, he should change back
soon, he should find a nice deer - NO. He shook his head to clear his mind,
focusing on Stiles and letting a heavy breath through his nose. He needed to
change back now and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
He looked at Stiles, dragging his paws across the floor to the center of the
room again, starting the shift on his way. The shift back was no less painful
than the shift to that form was to begin with and he kicked out with his feet
as he fell to his side. The wolf in him wanted to curl up and howl but he
refused, forcing himself to try and relax and just get through it. The relaxing
part was easier said than done and by the end of the transformation he was left
shaking on the floor, halfway freezing because of the sudden lack of fur and
halfway sweating from having had the fur to begin with.
Stiles found that he rather liked his new furry shadow and almost wished that
he could have a pet wolf some day because Derek was rather enjoyable when he
was on all fours. That came out wrong.
He watched Derek change back, staying quiet again so that Derek could focus but
the moment he was human again, he was back at his side. He took off his jacket
and moved it around Derek’s shoulders before he moved his arms around him.
“Thanks for showing me that.” He said softly, rubbing his back to help him feel
a little better. “Do you need a drink of water?”
Derek nodded, grasping at Stiles’ arms around him as tight as he dared without
hurting Stiles. “You’re... Welcome.” He managed, slowly. Using words after
being a wolf for a few hours was awkward, like his tongue didn’t want to
cooperate.
Stiles gently kissed his head to help soothe him, nuzzling against him. “You
did really good, Der.” He told him softly as he let Derek grip him.
Derek forced out a laugh, curling up a little on himself. “Need sleep...” He
said quietly, “and pants.”
“Well, I can’t guarantee I can get you into some pants, but I can at least help
you get up to bed.”
Derek nodded slowly, his eyes only opening halfway as he carefully sat up. It
took a full minute before he felt strong enough again to stand and he leaned
heavily on Stiles for support. “Quickly..” He sighed out.
Stiles nodded and moved Derek’s arm around his shoulders so that he could get
him upstairs. When they were in Derek’s room, he helped him onto the bed as
gently as he could before he pulled the blankets over him. “Do you need
anything else?”
“You,” Derek said, tugging lightly at Stiles’ sleeve. “Stay with me.” Derek
said. His eyes were completely closed at this point and every move he made was
sluggish and weak. He held on though, not wanting to fall asleep until Stiles
agreed to stay with him, at least a little while.
Stiles laughed a little at that and nodded as he climbed under the bedding with
Derek after he kicked his shoes off. “I think I can stay with you for a little
while.” He said softly, moving his arm around his waist. “Just get some sleep,
Wolf Breath.”
“Shut up, Stiles...” He murmured, wrapping his top arm around Stiles and
pulling him close. He passed out immediately after that, his grip on Stiles
easing up until his arm basically was just draped over him.
Stiles snickered a little and kissed Derek’s cheek as he let him sleep. He
gently rubbed his back and kept him company for as long as he could before he
headed home before his dad could get home and notice that he had been gone for
nearly the entire evening. The following morning, he almost didn’t want to go
to school since it was right back into the whole Kanima business.
***** Detention *****
Before school started, Allison met up with Stiles and Scott in the library, so
they could go over a game plan. Due to the cameras, she had to pretend she was
browsing the books, taking her tablet out before she slid it through the empty
shelf so Scott and Stiles could get it. “Here’s the full translation, Lydia
sent it to me last night and she was very, very confused.” She said softly,
turning her back to the camera.
“Can’t blame her. What’d you tell her it was for?” Scott asked, going over the
added information.
“I told her that we were uh, part of an online gaming community that battles
mythical creatures.” She said with a shrug and a smile.
Stiles perked up at that and looked up from the tablet. “I am a part of an
online gaming community that battles mythical creatures.” He said softly,
raising his eyebrows a little. He was rather good at it too.
Allison paused at that for a moment, but really probably should have expected
that of all things from Stiles. “Oh...Well...That’s cool.” She said softly.
Stiles slowly smiled at that and looked back down at the tablet.
“So it’s going to be fun to find out who’s controlling Jackson.” He mumbled as
he shifted on his feet. “God, he just has to be number one in everything.
Apparently especially when it comes to freaky ass monsters.”
“You still need to talk to Lydia about his parents, who they were.” Scott said
quietly, turning off the screen for the tablet and putting it away in his bag.
“What are you gonna do?” He asked Allison, “I got that test in like fifteen
minutes.”
“Yeah, I can do that.” Stiles replied.
“I’m going to talk to Jackson, I’ll try to help him figure out what’s going on.
Maybe if we do that, we can get down to the bottom of it.” Allison shrugged a
little.
“Are you sure? I don’t like the idea of you talking to him alone while I’m off
taking some stupid test.” Scott said, looking at her worriedly. He would
honestly skip the test and take failing a year if it meant that he could make
sure Allison was okay.
“I’ll be fine, Scott, just focus on taking your test, alright? You need to pass
this test and you’ve been studying so hard for it. If anything happens, I’ll
get out of there. I promise.” She told him.
Scott sighed, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. If anything happens,
anything at all just... just yell for me, or text, anything. I’ll never forgive
myself if you get hurt because I wasn’t there.”
“I know, if I need help, I’ll let you know, but you just need to worry about
your test. It’ll be okay. I’ll keep an eye on him.” Allison assured him.
Scott nodded slowly, “But who’s going to keep an eye on you...” he muttered,
glancing over at Stiles. “I’m just gonna go to Harris’, maybe he’ll let me
start early, I don’t know.”
Stiles nodded at that and pat his back. “Don’t worry, I’ll stay close. And good
luck on the test, I know you’ll do good.”
“Thanks man,” Scott said and glanced between the shelves at Allison before
taking off for Harris’ classroom. Harris wasn’t even there so he sat down next
to the door and tried to study a little more, only ending up staring at the
words, not even taking them in until Harris was standing in front of him,
nudging at him with his shoe.
“Mr. McCall, I do believe this is the first time you’ve ever been early to
anything.” Harris said, unlocking the door to his classroom. “Since you seem to
be so eager to begin, we’ll get started immediately.” He said and led the way
into the classroom, Scott sat down at the desk closest to the door and put his
books and the notes he’d borrowed from Stiles and Lydia away. “Here is your
test, you have exactly one hour to complete it.” Harris said, holding out a
copy of the test. Scott got up from his desk and took the paper, digging a
pencil out of his bag.
“Your time begins,” Harris began and waited until the second hand was pointing
at the twelve. “Now.”
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Stiles ventured off to go track down Lydia, trying to stay positive in hopes
that she wasn’t still really angry with him over the whole not telling her
about Derek right away thing. “Hey! Lydia!” He exclaimed to get her attention
as he jogged up to her. “So uh, I need to ask you something.”
Lydia was walking towards her next class, pausing when she heard Stiles calling
after her. She started walking again once he’d caught up. “Okay, what is it?”
She asked, glancing over at him as she detoured to her locker.
“What happened to Jackson’s parents?” He asked curiously, getting right to the
point.
Lydia huffed through her mouth, not having expected that. “It’s not my place to
say.” she told him.
“I know, and normally I would never ask that, but uh, what if it was a very
serious situation. Like life or death?” He asked her, shrugging his shoulders.
“Look, I’m not supposed to tell anyone,” Lydia said. “I’m sorry, but can’t help
you. The answer’s no.”
“But anyone who ever says ‘I’m not supposed to tell’ is really secretly dying
to tell someone.” He pointed out, trying to push it a little.
 
“Why don’t you tell me why you need to know so badly?” she asked, glancing at
him over her shoulder. “I seriously don’t see how knowing about Jackson’s birth
parents is a life or death matter.”
“Call it a morbid curiosity. I want to know if his personality is genetic.”
Stiles stated, not really knowing what else to say.
Lydia laughed, shaking her head. “Face it Stiles, you’re not getting any
information out of me. Now if you don’t mind, I have a class to get to.”
“Ugh, but it was at least worth a try.” He groaned a little.
“If you say so,” she said, walking a little faster as they neared her class.
After she was gone, Erica, who’d been entertaining herself with watching the
whole interaction, walked over and looped an arm around Stiles’ shoulders.
“You know, I could get you the information on Jackson’s parents.” she said,
raising her eyebrows at him.
Stiles jumped at Erica’s sudden presence and looked back at her before
processing what she had just said. “You would? Wait a minute, how do you know
what happened to his parents?” He asked curiously.
“Let’s just say I’ve got a connection, do you want to know or not?” Erica
asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. She started walking off, leaving Stiles to
follow her or not.
“Of course I want to know.” Stiles replied, following after her.
“Well, my dad is a -” Erica said, cutting short as Scott slammed Jackson
through the door of the bathroom, having grabbed his wrist and thrown him
through it. He followed Jackson out, punching him in the face a couple of times
until Erica pulled him off, getting between him and Jackson and holding onto
the latter who was trying to get up to retaliate.
“Scott! Scott!” Stiles exclaimed, quickly moving his arms under Scott’s so he
could hold him back from hitting Jackson any more than he already had. Well
that sure escalated quickly. Allison ran out after the two of them, trying to
calm Scott down as Matt noticed the fight and picked Scott’s tablet off of the
floor before looking at the document about the Kanima. He emailed it to himself
while they were distracted, wanting to read up more on it later to see what it
all said.
“Hey, hey!” Harris shouted from the end of the hall, glancing wide eyed at the
mess in the shower room as he strode between them all. “What the hell is going
on?” Harris asked, jumping a little as Jackson tried to get free of Erica.
“Hey! Whatever this is, enough! Jackson, calm down!” Harris said, looking
between them all. Scott wasn’t so much fighting to get to Jackson as just
trying to make Stiles let go of him.
“What do you idiots think you’re doing?” Harris asked, hands resting on his
hips. “McCall? Stilinski?”
Stiles finally let go of Scott once Harris stepped in, stepping back from him.
Matt finished sending the email to himself and looked between the group before
he held the tablet back out towards Scott. “Hey, you dropped this, McCall.”
Scott glanced over at Matt and muttered a quick thanks, taking the tablet from
him.
“Is no one going to explain themselves?” Harris demanded, glaring particularly
at Stiles before glancing at the rest of them. “Fine then, detention. For
everyone, after school. No exceptions - that means you too, Daehler. Now get
back to class, all of you!”
Stiles almost said something, not understanding why Harris looked at him like
he was the criminal mastermind. Well, in this situation he wasn’t. He groaned a
little, having planned on going to see Derek after school. Well this was just
great. He looked to Scott, patting his back in an attempt to help him feel
better.
“Let me go,” Jackson said angrily, wrenching at Erica’s grip on him. She let
him go, picking at her slightly wet shirt from having been holding onto him for
so long.
“Guess we’ll have to talk later, Stiles.” Erica said quietly as she walked over
to them, glancing at Allison. “Sit by me in detention, I’ll bring my laptop and
tell you what you need.” she said and paused, biting at her lower lip. “Derek
will make me ask, what do you need to know this for?”
Stiles motioned for her to follow him so that he could make sure that Jackson
didn’t overhear. “We think that if we figure it out, it’ll help with the whole
Kanima thing.” He told her softly. “We’re trying to save him, not kill him.”
Erica nodded, “That’s my goal too... I don’t - I don’t want to say anything
that will make things harder between you and him so that’s all I’ll say, but...
don’t worry about me or the rest of the pack, okay? We’re with you.” she said
and pecked a kiss to his cheek before walking off.
“What the hell was that?” Scott asked, clearly confused.
Stiles was thankful that he at least had the pack behind him, even if Derek
wouldn’t be happy with it. He was proud to be Pack Mom at times like this. He
looked back at Scott, shrugging his shoulders. “She says she can help us figure
out what happened to his parents. And also, we have her and the other two
backing us up.”
“Maybe it’s just the head trauma, but I don’t understand. They’re Derek’s pack,
they should be wanting to help him - not me.” Scott said and looked over at
Allison. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here...”
“I think you’ve forgotten who I’m dating.” Stiles pointed out. “I’m the Pack
Mom so I think that’s one reason why they want to help us out.”
Allison furrowed her eyebrows together, never hearing about that before now.
“Wait a minute. You’re....You and Derek?” She asked, trying to figure out how
that happened.
Stiles nodded at that. “Mhmm. Yeah, I know, strange, but I’ve gotten used to
him.”
Allison still looked really confused but looked back over at Scott and smiled
at him. “Even though I really wish this didn’t just happen, thank you for
helping me.” She told him softly, wishing she could just kiss him.
“I told you I’d protect you, though this probably means that I’ve failed that
test...” Scott muttered, bringing his hands up to run them through his hair. “I
should probably run home and change.” Scott said and looked over at Stiles.
“Text Derek, let him know that... that we need to talk. You and him are right,
I think. We need to work together.”
“Are you sure?” Stiles asked him curiously, just wanting to make sure that he
was fully certain. He pulled out his cell phone, glancing up at him just in
case.
“This is getting out of control. I won’t join his pack, but we can at least
work together on this. If he agrees that it’s done my way - we try to save him,
I know there’s a way, there has to be.” Scott said and gave Allison a weak
smile. “Guess I’ll see you in detention.”
“Of course, I don’t want you to feel the need to join his pack.” Stiles assured
him before opening his messages. ‘Hey, Der. Hope you slept well. : ) So uh,
Scott wants to talk to you at some point.’ He messaged him.
Allison nodded and smiled back at him. “Yeah, I’ll see you there.” She said
softly.
‘I did, thanks. I guess bring him over after school?’ Derek sent back, smirking
at his phone. He’d spent most of his morning since waking up trying to get
things ready for the full moon on Sunday, or checking the wolfsbane plant
they’d retrieved to make sure it was doing alright and would survive being
transplanted. It seemed to be doing all right, thankfully, and might even be
ready for Stiles’ birthday.
 
Scott nodded and fiddled with the tablet in his hands before locating his
backpack and tucking it safely inside. After running home for a change of
clothes, he was shocked at the state of his room. It was completely trashed,
and definitely hadn’t been that way when he’d left this morning. He put that in
the back of his mind, locating some clean and dry clothes and rushing back to
the school. He finished up his afternoon classes and met Stiles, Allison and
Erica outside of the library where Harris had apparently scheduled for them to
have detention.
Stiles leaned back against the wall, almost wishing that they could all just
skip out on detention. It’s not like they really did anything wrong. Well,
besides Jackson and Scott fighting on school grounds. Harris was just a giant
sadist. “Has Derek said anything about the Kanima to you?” He asked Erica
curiously while they waited. He was wondering if she knew anything that Derek
hadn’t told him yet.
“Just stories. He’s been wanting to get back to his old house, find his
family’s bestiary - its just not safe there right now...” Erica muttered back,
glancing around for Harris. “Sometimes I think he doesn’t know any more about
the Kanima than we do.”
“I can’t say I blame him. It’s not exactly something that any one should ever
run into.” He said with a light sigh. “I kind of wish they were completely
extinct once and for all.”
“Well, if we can figure out how to cure Jackson, at least he won’t be a problem
anymore.” Erica said, wincing. “Well, any more than he used to be.”
“Yeah, but a kanima is supposed to be a werewolf.” He whispered. “It can’t be
one until it fixes it’s problems.”
“Well then we just have to figure out what his problem is,” Erica told him,
glancing over at Jackson who was messing around on his phone. Harris was
walking towards them from the other side of Jackson so Erica leaned away from
the wall, focusing temporarily on their teacher.
“Listen up delinquents,” Harris said as he pulled out a set of keys for the
library. “You will not speak to each other, you will not even look at each
other for the entire hour. Now go and sit down, do... homework or something.”
He finished as he opened the door and walked in, holding it open as they
started filing in. Jackson walked in first, Erica following in close behind.
She sat at the first table with Scott, Jackson took the next with Matt and
Allison.
Stiles plopped down at the table across from Erica, completely ready to get
into discussing what the hell was going on and what they were going to do about
it. He tried to think of a way to get passed the ‘no talking’ rule, since that
obviously wasn’t going to work out for long.
“Um, excuse me, Mr. Harris, but I have a restraining order against these
losers, they’re not allowed to be within 50 feet of me.” Jackson stated,
noticing where Scott and Stiles had sat down.
“All of these losers?” Mr. Harris asked, gesturing at the entire group.
“No, just those two,” Jackson clarified, pointing between Scott and Stiles
behind him. Harris sighed and looked to Scott and Stiles.
“Alright you two, sit over there at that table. Remember, no talking.” Harris
said, going over to the librarian’s desk and setting his briefcase down, taking
out a book and beginning to read. Scott glared angrily over at Jackson who just
smirked. He grabbed his backpack with probably more force than was necessary
and moved over to the table Harris had told them to move to. Erica looked at
Stiles helplessly.
Stiles groaned a little, wanting to hit Jackson upside the head. “Yep, just us
two tools.” He stated before glancing back at Erica. “We’ll be back.” He
whispered as he moved to sit across from Scott. He glanced over at the table
Jackson was at before looking back at Scott. “Okay, take some deep breaths.”
“I’ll be waiting,” Erica whispered back, opening her laptop. She figured that
while she was waiting for Stiles and Scott to come up with some sort of plan to
get back over to her table, she could get ready for when they did. She thought
about using her phone, but she didn’t have Stiles’ number, or Scott’s.
“I’m gonna kill him,” Scott said, hands visibly shaking until he crossed his
arms.
Stiles held his hand up, raising his eyebrows at Scott’s change of attitude to
Jackson. “No you’re not. We’re saving him, remember?” He reminded him.
Scott glanced over his shoulder at Jackson then looked back at Stiles, shaking
his head. “No, Derek’s right, let’s kill him.”
“No, we’re going to find out who’s controlling him and we’re going to save
him.” Stiles replied, trying to calm him down. He glanced over at the table,
seeing Matt reading something on his tablet before he opened up a bag of
popcorn and began to eat it. “Hey...What if it’s Matt? I mean, this whole thing
comes back to the video, right?” He whispered to him.
Scott looked over his shoulder at Matt and frowned. Matt was offering a bag of
popcorn out to Jackson who declined. Scott looked back at Stiles. “That doesn’t
make sense though, I mean Danny said that Matt was the one who found out there
was footage missing in the first place.”
“Exactly. He’s trying to throw suspicion off of himself.” Stiles stated with a
grin, pretty proud of his detective skills. There was just something about
Matt.
“Okay,” Scott said slowly, still not convinced. “Then he sends Jackson after
Isaac’s dad, one of the Argent’s hunters, and the mechanic... why?”
“Because...” Stiles trailed for a moment before furrowing his eyebrows and
frowning. “He’s evil.”
Scott raised an eyebrow and glanced again at Matt before shaking his head. “You
just don’t like him.” Scott said dismissively.
“He just bugs me. I don’t know what it is about him.” Stiles sighed as he
leaned back and looked Matt over. “Just look at his face.” He added, seeing it
as a mask of pure evil.
Scott sighed, “It’s not Matt.” He said and pulled his hands down his face. “Any
other ideas?”
“Uh, no, but we’ll figure something out.” He said with a shrug. “Either way
he’s still my number one suspect.”
Scott shrugged, “I don’t know man, I just don’t think it’s him...” he said, his
voice trailing as he heard someone’s heart rate spiking suddenly. He frowned,
looking around the room until he saw that Jackson seemed to be in pain.
“Hey, you okay man?” Matt asked Jackson as Jackson got up and grabbed his bag.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” Jackson said in response, starting towards the
door already.
“Jackson, are you all right? You’re not looking so well,” Harris asked, setting
his book down and getting up from behind the desk.
“I just need to get some water.” Jackson replied, leaving the room. Harris
glanced between the rest of them.
“No one leave their seat.” Harris ordered, fixing each and every one of them
with a harsh stare before following after Jackson.
Stiles watched Jackson go, waiting for Harris to be completely gone before he
looked back at Scott. “Let’s get that information.” He whispered to him before
quickly moving to Erica’s table so he could sit beside her. “So what happened
to Jackson’s parents?”
“Car accident,” Erica said to Scott before looking over at Stiles. “Before we
had to break up Scott and Jackson, I was about to tell you that my dad’s an
insurance investigator. He was the one who was in charge of the accident report
for Jackson’s parents. Every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he
never fails to comment on the huge settlement Jackson’s going to get once he
turns eighteen.”
“Oh are you kidding me? Not only is he rich now, but he’s going to get even
more rich when he’s eighteen? There is something completely wrong with that.”
Stiles stated, finding that completely unfair.
Erica shrugged, tapping at the keys on her laptop to wake it from sleep mode
before typing in her password and bringing up the e-mail she’d found. “My dad
saves everything in his e-mail, so while you two were in time out over there I
went ahead and found the report.” She said, clicking around the site until the
PDF of the report opened up on the screen.
”Scott McCall, please report to the principal’s office.” Mrs. Argent's voice
said from the intercoms, interrupting Erica’s search through the file for a
moment. She looked at Scott, raising her eyebrows.
“What did you do this time?” She asked and Scott sighed, grabbing his backpack.
“I don’t know,” he said, getting to his feet. “They probably just want to yell
at me for what happened in the locker room. I’ll be back.” He said and started
off for the office. Erica watched him go and then looked over at Stiles.
“Should we wait for him or...?” she asked.
Stiles shook his head at that. “It’s better to make sure that we get this
information before Harris comes back.” He replied, leaning over to get a better
look at her laptop for when they got into the email. Or at least he was hoping
that her father kept all of the records for them to get into.
Erica nodded, navigating carefully through the police accident report until she
found the link to open the Insurance Claim file. She opened it and tapped her
finger on her laptop. “Passengers arrived DOA, estimated time of death June
14th, 1995 at 9:26PM...” she read, paraphrasing from what the file directly
said since Stiles was reading it alongside her. She glanced up when the door
opened behind them, Jackson and Harris walking in. Jackson seemed rattled,
sweat beaded up on his face in spots as he walked back to his seat, sitting
down. She went back to the file, browsing through it.
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows as he read through the files, trying to see if
there was anything that could link Jackson to the person controlling him.
“Jackson’s birthday is June 15th.” He told her softly, tapping his fingers on
the table for a moment as he raised his eyebrows. He glanced up at Jackson for
a moment before looking back down to the laptop. “Did your father put in any
more insurance claims, or just this one?”
Erica licked her lips, biting at the lower one as she searched through the
files, shaking her head, “Doesn’t look like it, sorry.” She said and closed
them all out, shutting down her laptop. “So his parents died on the 14th, and
you said his birthday’s on the 15th... that means that they had to - oh my
God,” she said softly, looking over at Jackson with a mixture of pity and
disgust. “That’s sad and gross all at the same time.” she said with a quiet
snort.
“Well, that explains one reason why he’s so fucked up.” Stiles mumbled, feeling
a little bad for him at that point. It still didn’t excuse the whole nearly
evil thing he had going on. Also the fact that he turned into a bloodthirsty
lizard.
“Yeah, I think anyone would be messed up if they knew that about their self.”
Erica replied, glancing up as Harris stood from the desk and began putting his
things away. Everyone collectively followed suit until Harris saw what they
were doing and started laughing.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to give the wrong impression.” He said, and Erica
quirked an eyebrow up, glancing at Stiles. “I’m leaving,” Harris said, putting
his hand on his chest before setting it instead on one of the carts that was
piled up with books. “You all, however, are not - until every single one of
these books has been reshelved.” Harris said with a smile. “Enjoy the rest of
your evening.” He said before bowing slightly at them, clearly pleased with
himself before leaving. Erica growled under her breath, glaring at the door as
it swung shut.
Stiles narrowed his eyes a little as he watched Harris leave, shaking his head
before dropping his back into the chair. “Can someone just please cut the
brakes in that man’s car?” He asked in exasperation, completely tired of having
to deal with such a sadist for a Chemistry teacher. He tried to tell himself he
was against letting him die, but it seemed like the more he thought about it,
the more Harris became the exception to that little moral rule. “Well, here’s
to hoping that we can get this done fast, because I’m not spending another
night here.”
Erica chuckled, a light sounding laugh. “Come on, I’ll help you.” Erica said
before slowly frowning as Scott walked in the door, looking a little
disgruntled.
“Unless you want to work with Allison and Scott, catch them up on everything? I
can work alone - or with Matt and Jackson... one of us should probably try and
keep an eye on him.” she said, raising her eyebrows.
“I’ll talk to Allison and Scott really fast. Then we’ll get out of here as soon
as we’re done with this stupid thing and go to Derek so we can talk more to him
about what’s going on.” He told her, smiling a little at her before heading
over to Scott and Allison. “So we found out that his parents died on the night
of the 14th.” He said softly.
Allison furrowed her eyebrows at that and cocked her head. “Isn’t his
birthday...” She started before Stiles nodded and continued.
“It means he was born after his mom’s death, by a C-section. I mean they had to
actually pull him out of his mom’s dead body.” He said quietly as he leaned
against the bookshelf while Allison started putting the books away.
“No wonder he’s got issues,” Scott whispered, shaking his head as he shelved a
handful of books. He wasn’t even bothering to put them where they belonged,
just so long as they were on the shelf. He was still thinking about the
conversation he’d had with Allison’s mom. As scared as he was of her
grandfather and her dad, her mom was by far just as terrifying.
“So was the crash an accident or not?” Allison asked softly as she looked
picked up a small stack of books.
“The reports declared it as ‘inconclusive.” Stiles replied with a shrug of his
shoulders. “If they were murdered though, it would fit in with the whole Kanima
myth. Y’know, murderers.”
“But...Does that go for Jackson or for whoever’s still controlling him?”
Allison asked him curiously as she furrowed her eyebrows.
Scott frowned, shaking his head. “We have to talk to him.” he said, squeezing
his way past the cart of books they’d been shelving. “We have to tell him,” he
said, already heading for where Jackson, Matt and Erica had been shelving
books. He knitted his eyebrows together as he saw that there was a book lying
open on the floor and he walked towards it, looking down the aisle to see Matt
sprawled out on the floor with a cut across the back of his neck. He dropped on
his knees as he went over to Matt, checking on him - he was just paralyzed, but
that wasn’t much comfort.
Then sparks were flying down over his head and books were crashing down and he
reflexively shielded Matt as the books hit his legs amongst shatter pieces of
the covering for the light. He was shifted immediately and his first thought
was of Allison, but he knew that Erica was the only other one there who could
help right now. “Erica!” he shouted.
A couple rows down, Erica was shifting too, roaring in response to the sudden
and clear danger. She backed down the aisle, searching the roof as that’s where
Jackson had been a moment before, only to end up being attacked from behind.
She screamed out as claws ripped into her and she fell to the ground, already
paralyzed. Scott was trying to get to her as quick as he could, looking for
Jackson the entire time and as he turned at the end of the aisle he was
confronted with a half-shifted Jackson.
When the rubble and fragments of the ceiling and glass from the broken lights
came down, Stiles quickly pulled Allison down low and protected her with his
body so she wouldn’t get hurt. He stayed down with her and kept his eyes closed
tightly as he listened to the sounds of the destruction around them.
Allison stayed hunched over and let Stiles cover her, knowing it was better to
do that than to run out in the middle of the danger of Jackson’s rampage in the
library. She bit her lip as she curled up a bit tighter and couldn’t stop
herself from thinking about how much her life had changed in just the time she
had been here in Beacon Hills.
Scott stared, frozen in the spot he was standing as Jackson stared back before
quickly shoving his arms out at Scott and knocking him back into one of the
book carts. Scott coughed a little as he recovered, getting up and darting over
to where Allison and Stiles were as he saw that Jackson was just standing off
next to the chalkboard, not even bothering with him anymore. Jackson was like a
puppet as he lifted his arm to the board, Scott growing even more confused at
the chalk in his hands until Jackson started writing, not even looking at the
board. He waited, crouched in front of Allison until Jackson finished writing
his message and slumped his head over, arm falling to his side.
‘STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR I’LL KILL ALL OF YOU,’ was written on the board and
Scott swallowed hard, the message crystal clear. Whoever was controlling
Jackson felt like they were getting close and had felt the need to threaten
them. And then, as simply as Jackson had written the message, he jumped out one
of the windows near the ceiling - leaving them alone in the mess of the
library. Scott slowly got to his feet, staring at the board.
Down the aisle where she’d fallen, Erica was conscious, but seizing.
Stiles felt fear twist in his abdomen at the sight of the way Jackson moved,
seeing that he really must not have any control when he was he was like this.
When Jackson was finally gone, he slowly got to his feet with Allison and
stepped closer to the board to see it better.
He turned the corner to make sure Erica was okay before his eyes widened when
he saw her convulsing on the floor. “Guys!” He exclaimed, quickly dropping down
beside her so he could get her onto her side. “I think she’s having a seizure!”
He said urgently.
“Check on her and I’ll check on Matt.” Allison said quickly, going over to the
other aisle so that she could make sure that he wasn’t really badly hurt.
“I think we need to get her to a hospital.” Stiles told Scott as he held Erica
in his arms.
Scott nodded and went over to Erica and Stiles, kneeling down next to them. “To
Derek,” Erica was saying, her hand grasping at Stiles’ shirt sleeve. Scott
looked at her, not understanding her preference of Derek over a hospital. “Only
to Derek.” she said, her face locked in a grimace.
“Uh... okay, when we get her to the hospital,” Scott began, looking over at
Allison through the shelves.
“To Derek,” Erica corrected him, looking up at Stiles. “To Derek.”
Stiles knew why she wanted to go to Derek, since an alpha could probably help
her more than the hospital full of humans probably could right now. “It’s okay,
we’ll get you to him.” He promised her.
Allison swallowed hard, trying her best to stay calm in this situation. She
nodded a little, looking back at him. “Go, it’s okay. I’ll stay here with
Matt.” She told him softly.
Scott looked at her confused and got to his feet, striding around to the aisle
she was in and kneeling down next to her. “No, Allison - I’m not leaving you
again. Not after what happened earlier today and then this.. I-” he closed his
mouth before he started to freak out, though he still freaked out in his head.
Allison quickly shook her head at that. “He can’t take her alone, not like
this. A-And I have to call an ambulance for Matt, so just go with him.” She
said quickly, trying her best to not start panicking then and there.
“Allison,” Scott sighed out. “Please, this doesn’t feel right.”
“It’s okay.” She assured him, trying her best to help him feel better.
“No, it’s not okay, it’s not right,” Scott said, pleading with her.
Allison shook her head at that. “I-It doesn’t mean anything...Just..Please,
Scott, go.” She whispered, biting her lip as she looked up at him.
“It doesn’t feel like nothing,” Scott said, looking at her with pained eyes.
“Please don’t make me leave you like this.”
“Go.” She told him softly. “It’ll be okay. You need to go and take her, that’s
more important.”
Scott clenched his teeth together, looking at her for a long moment before
cupping her face in his hands and pressing a kiss to her forehead. It felt like
goodbye and he hated it. He didn’t say anything to her as he stood up and went
back to the aisle with Erica and Stiles, picking Erica up carefully.
“Let’s go,” he muttered, having to wait for Stiles to go first because he
couldn’t get the doors with Erica in his arms.
Stiles quickly got to his feet and grabbed their bags for them so they could
get out of there quickly. He pulled out his phone and texted Derek quickly.
‘Erica’s been hurt, we’re coming to your place.’ He sent the message before
pocketing his phone and taking his car keys out. Once they got to his car, he
opened the door for Scott and moved the seat a little so they could get her in
easier.
Once they were all in, he drove straight to Derek’s place, trying his best not
to break any of the speeding laws. “Alright, we’re here.” He told Erica
reassuringly once they were parked outside of the warehouse, trying his best to
keep her comforted.
Derek was waiting outside for them when they arrived, pacing around anxiously
until he saw them come into view. He went over to the Jeep before Stiles could
even completely stop and opened the door. Scott was sitting in the back with
Erica, trying to hold her steady. Derek moved the seat forward and took Erica
from him, not even stopping as he headed up the stairs to go inside.
“Derek...” Erica breathed, smiling weakly.
“What the hell happened to her?” he asked.
“Kanima, we were in detention and it came out of nowhere.” Scott said,
squeezing past Derek so he could get the door open for him. Derek took Erica
upstairs and sat her on the nearest bed, his own.
“One of you hold her up,” Derek said, not looking up from Erica. “It’s okay,
you’re gonna be fine.” he told her quietly, though Scott and Erica could hear
the way his heart was beating. Neither of them called him out on the lie.
Stiles followed Derek quickly, nearly matching his pace as they headed upstairs
to his room. Once they were on the bed, he quickly sat down behind Erica and
cradled her in his arms so that he could support her body while Derek did
whatever he needed to.
“Is she dying?” He asked quickly, trying his best to keep calm, but it was
really hard after everything that was happening today.
“She might, I don’t - I don’t know,” Derek admitted softly. He clenched his jaw
and brought Erica’s arm up in his hands, sliding her sleeve up. “This is going
to hurt,” he told her and snapped her arm in his hands, trying to activate the
healing process. Erica cried and shouted in pain, her tremors ceasing for a
short moment.
“Oh my god,” Scott breathed, turning away and running his hands through his
hair, pacing.
“Oh my fucking God, you just broke her arm!” Stiles exclaimed, wincing and
feeling sick to his stomach at the sound her bones breaking. “How is that going
to solve anything?!”
“I’m trying to activate the healing process!” Derek yelled back, sighing as she
started shaking again. “I’ve gotta get the venom out.” He said and shook his
head. “This is where it’s really going to hurt,” he said and shifted his hands,
digging his claws into her arm. Erica screamed so loud her voice cracked, eyes
squeezing tight as blood spilled from her arm and onto the bed. Scott just kept
pacing, biting at his thumb.
Derek just waited, keeping his claws locked firmly in Erica’s arm as she kept
crying and shouting until eventually she slumped in Stiles’ arms. She looked
pallid and exhausted, but on the side of good news she’d completely stopped
shaking.
“Stiles,” she said weakly, looking up at him. “You make a good Batman...” she
mumbled, her eyes unfocused.
Stiles had to close his eyes tightly for a moment when Erica started to scream
again. He did his best to comfort her, relaxing and stroking her hair gently
when she calmed down. He carefully brushed it out of her face and took slow
breaths to make sure that he was calming down too. He gave her a small smile,
nodding and kissing her temple. It was his duty as Pack Mom to comfort the
betas.
“I know.” He said softly, keeping her in his arms. “Get some rest and we’ll
take you home in a little bit.” He told her before glancing up at Derek. He
placed his hand on his knee and gently rubbed it to help him feel a little
better too.
“I want to stay...” She said softly and Derek glanced at Stiles before looking
down at her. He didn’t say anything to argue with her, closing his eyes for a
moment.
“Just get some rest, Erica,” he said quietly and removed his claws from her
arm, making her wince. He kept her arm in his hands, holding it tenderly as his
veins darkened and he took some of her pain away. She let out a shuddering
breath of relief, closing her eyes. He could tell she was asleep now and he
stood up slowly.
“She should be fine for now, but she needs time to heal...” he said and paced
over to the door. “Stay with her, both of you. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
He walked downstairs, heading for the bathroom and turning on the water. He
shoved his hands under the running faucet and rinsed off the blood, drying his
hands after they were cleaned.
 
“Is this... is this how he normally is?” Scott asked after Derek had left,
staring wide-eyed down at Erica and Stiles.
“You can stay.” Stiles assured her, figuring it would be alright with Derek if
she did. He kept her in his arms for a bit longer, humming lightly before he
looked over at Scott.
He slowly nodded, looking back the way Derek had gone. “Most of the time, yeah.
I was really shocked too. He actually can be really patient and caring. He’s
just gruff because he’s been dealt so many bad cards throughout his life.”
Scott nodded, sighing shakily and sitting down on the floor next to Stiles. A
couple minutes later Derek walked back in, glancing between Scott and Stiles.
He wordlessly walked over to the bed, kneeling down next to Stiles. Scott
watched, still in awe as Derek pressed a gentle kiss to Stiles’ cheek.
“I’ll be back, do not leave her side.” Derek whispered to Stiles before
standing up, gesturing for Scott to follow him as he led the way downstairs.
Stiles gave him a faint smile and nodded slowly. “I won’t.” He responded
softly, gently running his fingers through Erica’s hair for a bit longer before
he let his hand drop back down to the bed. Scott gave Stiles a weak smile
before he followed Derek.
“Tell me everything, from the beginning.” Derek said quietly as they walked
down the stairs.
“Well, we were in detention and we were putting books away when the kanima - “
“Jackson.” Derek corrected, leaving Scott blinking repeatedly.
“You knew?” Scott asked.
“Missing the point here, Scott.” Derek said, sounding impatient.
“Well, uhm... Jackson turned, not completely, but enough. He attacked Matt
first - he’s another kid at school - then Erica. He pushed me into a cart and
then its was like... it was like he was possessed or something. He wrote
something on this chalkboard that was in the library. ‘Stay out of my way, or
I’ll kill all of you.’ And... then he just left.” Scott said. Derek nodded,
crossing his arms over his chest.
“Do you understand now?” Derek asked and Scott exhaled sharply.
“Understand what?” Scott asked and Derek’s eyes flashed red.
“He could have killed her! Your friend whom you’re so desperate to protect,
almost killed Erica and you have the nerve to stand there and ask me...”
Derek’s voice ended sharply before he roared at Scott who backed away a few
steps. “This is why you can’t help him, this is why you can’t keep going with
this fool’s errand of trying to save your friend when any second whoever is
fucking controlling him could turn his little pet on any one of us.” Scott was
silent, his jaw clenched tight as Derek berated him.
“What are you going to do if Jackson’s told to kill Allison? Hm? Or what about
your mom?” Derek asked, striding over to Scott who held his ground. “What if
he’s sent after Stiles? What if he kills...” Derek trailed and forced himself
to turn and walk away before he did anything more stupid than shouting at
Scott.
“No matter what, neither of us can do this alone,” Scott said quietly after a
few seconds. “And if I join your pack, at least for a while, then maybe we can
figure something out together. Something that can keep everyone safe and still
save Jackson.”
“You’re un-fucking-believable,” Derek muttered, resting his hands on his hips.
Scott just stayed silent, hands clenched at his sides. “Where was this attitude
days ago? At the pool, at the club, at your fucking house?”
“Look, can we put our differences aside for two fucking seconds and work
together or not?” Scott said angrily, “I’ve made mistakes I’m not perfect - but
you can’t stand there and say that you are either.” Scott said and silence fell
between them for a few minutes until Scott walked over to the platform and sat
down at the edge. Derek fumed, trying to sort out his thoughts, he was so angry
at the hypocrisy of Scott’s offer that he didn’t even want to take it just to
spite him. He knew though, as well as Scott just admitted, that they needed to
work together. He’d been saying it himself the entire time. He muttered a curse
under his breath, turning to Scott.
“I’ll work with you on the condition that you leave me alone as soon as
Jackson’s taken care of. If you somehow manage to find a way to save him,
fine... but until then we stick to my plan, killing him - those are my rules,
take it or leave it.” Derek said, not looking at Scott. Scott stared at him
silently for a moment before nodding.
“Fine, but if it comes down to killing him, you’re doing it yourself.” Scott
said and Derek looked at him.
“Gladly.” He replied.
 
Before Stiles realized it, his eyes slowly closed and his head dropped down
against Erica’s. He had nearly drifted off but when he heard Derek’s roar, he
jumped and looked towards the door before glancing down at Erica.
He knew that he had told Derek he would stay with Erica, but he wanted to go
make sure that Derek didn’t tear his best friends to shreds downstairs. His
legs felt a little numb from everything so he did his best to avoid it as he
headed downstairs.
When Stiles saw that neither of them were physically fighting, he sighed in
relief and crept up behind Derek before moving his arms around his waist. He
rested his forehead to the back of his shoulder and traced his side when he
felt how tense he was. “Hey, it’s okay, Der.” He whispered to him as he closed
his eyes.
Derek had heard Stiles coming up behind him, but he still flinched at the
contact before he could allow himself to relax and cover Stiles’ arms with his
own. He tried to be angry at Stiles for leaving Erica, he really did, but all
of his anger was targeted at Scott. “I’m sorry,” Derek whispered back and
turned to look at Scott. “Go home, Scott. I’ll have Stiles let you know when
Erica wakes up, if you care.” He said. Scott nodded and got to his feet,
looking at Stiles for a minute.
“Can I...?” Scott asked and Derek sighed, shaking his head before turning in
Stiles’ arms. He cupped Stiles’ face in his hands and kissed him briefly. “I’ll
go sit with Erica while you talk to him.” he said softly, closing his eyes
tightly as he rested their foreheads together.
Stiles kissed him back, moving his arms around his neck before Derek broke the
kiss. “Alright, I’ll be up there soon.” He told him softly, running his fingers
through Derek’s hair so that he could comfort him a little.
“Maybe I’ll order some pizza or something so I can make sure you get something
to eat.” He smiled a little, holding him for a bit longer before he pulled away
so he could talk to Scott.
Derek nodded, taking a deep breath and shakily letting it out before he let go
of Stiles, walking upstairs to sit with Erica. Erica was still sound asleep,
but the second he sat down next to her she moved her arms to wrap around his
waist. “Mmm... Boyd?” she murmured and Derek licked his lips, silently cursing.
“Derek, not Boyd,” Derek told her quietly and her eyes fluttered open after a
second.
“Oh,” she said and closed her eyes, nuzzling against him anyway. He didn’t
think she was fully-conscious, just woken up by him sitting on the bed. “You
can be my teddy...” she mumbled, a light snore coming from her a few seconds
later. Derek bit his lower lip and tried not to laugh at that, shaking his head
and petting her hair.
“I don’t get him,” Scott said after Derek had disappeared into the bedroom
upstairs. “One second he’s being all concerned about Erica and being
sickeningly sweet to you, the next he’s yelling at me as if all of this is my
fault.”
Stiles shrugged his shoulders a little, putting his hands in his pockets as he
looked towards the stairs. “Well, Erica and I are some of the rare few people
he has that are the closest thing to family. And I mean, you guys haven’t
exactly ever really been the best of friends and you’re both stressed. Also I’m
his anchor, so that’s why he’s calmer around me. He’ll warm up to you
eventually.”
Scott was so stunned by Stiles’ admission that he couldn’t even formulate words
for a minute, gaping open-mouthed at Stiles the entire time. “I don’t even know
what to say to that... but I guess I don’t have room to say anything.” he said
and bit at his lip, his eyes slowly raising to look upstairs. This whole thing
was just one disaster after another, it seemed, and Scott was exhausted.
“I’m just gonna go home, it’s a long walk from here so I should get started
now. Just... be careful with him. I don’t know him or trust him, and I don’t
really care to. So... I guess just make sure that you know what you’re doing.”
Scott said quietly, looking down at his feet before he started off towards the
door.
Stiles couldn’t help but smile as he shrugged. “I know, it’s strange. Even
sometimes I get confused about how I got this far with him, but it’s totally
worth it. He’s a great guy, really. He won’t hurt me.” ‘Not on purpose.’ He had
to add in his head.
“Do you want me to give you a ride back? Or well, actually, take my Jeep. Derek
can give me a ride home later.” He said softly, getting his keys out of his
pocket before holding them out to Scott.
Scott hesitated before accepting Stiles’ keys, giving him a wave goodbye before
heading outside and down the stairs. Stiles’ Jeep started up a moment later and
got quieter the further Scott drove it away.
***** Cuddle Party *****
Stiles headed back upstairs to go see how Derek was doing and snorted when he
saw Erica cuddling with him. “Having fun?” He asked with a smile.
“She’s still out of it,” Derek said, smiling at little as he looked down at
Erica. “I think she thinks I’m Boyd...” He said, a frown slowly crossing his
features. “I should let them know what happened. They were supposed to be back
by now anyway.”
“Do you want me to text them?” He asked as he moved to sit down beside Derek
and put his head on his shoulder.
Yeah, please. Just tell them they need to come back, I’ll explain it when they
get here.” Derek said quietly, resting his cheek against Stiles’ head. Stiles
nodded and that and pulled out his phone before putting Isaac and Boyd’ numbers
in so he could tell them that Derek needed them back. He then set his phone
down and moved his arm around Derek’s waist.
“Do you need anything else?”
‘Just a few minutes to make sure that I’m still breathing...’ Derek thought to
himself. What he said was, “No.” He adjusted how he was sitting a little so his
arms could wrap around Stiles’ shoulders and Erica’s. “Just want to stay like
this for a little while.”
Stiles nodded and curled up a bit more against him before he looked up at him
again. “You’re incredible, Der. Never forget that. You’re a great Pack Dad.”
Derek didn’t bother going into the ‘shoulda, woulda, couldas’ that were
repeating over and over in his mind. “You scared the hell out of me.” he
murmured, brushing his fingers against Stiles’ arm.
“How?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows before he kissed his neck to help him
feel a bit better.
“Just everything today, I wake up and you’re gone - which is fine, I understand
- but then the last thing I hear from you is that Erica’s been hurt.” Derek
said and sighed a little through his nose. “Scott’s your best friend, but he
doesn’t protect anyone else when Allison is around. I can’t trust him with
looking out for you, or anyone else in the pack. He might be part of it now,
but I can’t just let this go.”
“I don’t need protection. I may be a hundred and forty-seven pounds of fragile
human muscle and bone, but I’m capable. I did a lot of the protecting today, if
you can believe it. I’m the Spider-Man to your Batman. I would stay Batman, but
you’ve got the whole dark and brooding thing going on. And Spider-Man is wicked
awesome.”
“Stiles, this isn’t some comic book. You’re not always going to be able to
wiggle your way out of getting hurt and you’re not always going to have someone
there to watch your back.” he said, sounding exasperated. “I want to be there
for you, I want to protect you - but I’m not always going to be able to either.
I just...” he paused, hanging his head down. “If I lost you, or someone hurt
you, I don’t... It scares me what I think I might do.”
“I don’t need protection.” Stiles repeated, trying to get his point across.
“I’m not saying that life is like a comic book, because if it was, I wouldn’t
be scared out of my mind half the time. I’m just trying to make the best of
everything. And you’re not going to lose me, Derek. I can tell you that much.
You’re stuck with me and there are no refunds on this gift, alright?”
Derek clenched his jaw, biting back his retorts of ‘yes, you do’ and ‘you don’t
understand how easily it could have been you instead of Erica.’ He just
squeezed Stiles tighter to him, lifting his head and resting it against the
wall. He swallowed hard past the lump in his throat. “Promise me.” he
whispered, even though he knew that Stiles couldn’t promise something like
that. He just needed to hear the words, to hear Stiles saying it.
Stiles sat up a little so he could turn and face him better. He placed his
hands on his cheeks, running his thumbs over his skin gently. “I promise.” He
said softly, nuzzling against him. “I promise I’ll be careful and safe as
possible.” He stared into his eyes for a few moments before kissing him softly.
Derek slowly opened his eyes as Stiles cupped his face in his hands. He
listened and nodded before kissing Stiles back, keeping it quick, but gentle.
He could hear footsteps on the stairs outside and he knew it had to be Isaac
and Boyd.
“The rest of the pack’s here, we should go meet them,” he said quietly before
moving his hand away from Stiles’ back. He was gentle with Erica as he picked
her up as he stood. He carried her over to her bed and smirked a little as she
immediately latched onto her pillow and hugged it against her chest in her
sleep.
Stiles groaned a little when he pulled away before nodding. “Okay, sounds
good.” He said softly, kissing his cheek before he snickered a little. “Pups
are adorable when they are sleeping.” He joked, moving an arm around Derek’s
waist before putting his hand in his back pocket.
“Erica’s definitely very... tactile.” Derek said, taking a moment to think of
the right word to use. He wrapped his arm around Stiles’ waist too and pulled
him in for a hug. “Come on, they’re waiting.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to
Stiles’ forehead as he smiled a little.
Stiles grinned and kissed his neck softly. “She’s like a koala bear.” He said
softly as he leaned against him. “We should have a pack slumber party. Watch
movies and stuff. Do each other’s hair and make up.”
“The full moon’s coming up, I don’t know if we can...” Derek said quietly.
“It’s spring break for you though right?” he asked, wondering just how many
days off Beacon Hills gave their students.
“Not quite yet. But I’m almost there.” Stiles said softly, squeezing Derek’s
butt for a moment. “We should go to the beach while I’m off. Oh....wait a
minute. You never got pierced in San Francisco. What a rip off.” He laughed
lightly.
Derek chuckled, “I forgot, to be honest. Now that you mention it I wish you’d
have forgotten entirely.” he said and rested his forehead on Stiles’ shoulder.
“
“Derek?” Boyd called from downstairs and Derek sighed.
“Responsibility calling,” he murmured.
“Derek, that you?” Isaac this time.
“Yeah, hang on!” Derek called over his shoulder to them.
Stiles slowly grinned and followed behind him as he put both hands down his
pants and keep his hands there. “We’re gonna have to do it at some point. It’s
too hot to pass up.”
Derek huffed and shook his head. He led the way downstairs, noting the worried
expressions on Isaac and Boyd’s face.
“I smell blood, Erica’s. What’s going on?” Boyd asked first thing.
“Long story short, Jackson’s master had him attack Scott’s group at the school.
Erica was with them and got hurt, but she’s fine now. She’s resting.” Derek
said. Boyd stood there for a moment before squeezing his hands tight and
releasing a pained howl as he shifted. He pushed his way past Derek and Stiles
and took the stairs four at a time to get up to Erica. Derek swore under his
breath.
“Isaac, can you help?” Derek asked and Isaac nodded. Derek turned to Stiles.
“Please, wait here.” he said and dashed upstairs after Isaac.
Stiles bit his lip, feeling bad that they had to get really worried about her.
If he had been more careful, then maybe he could have avoided her getting
injured like that. “Yeah, of course.” He told Derek, going to stay out of the
way especially if Boyd got unstable and had to attack something. He already
went down that road with Isaac and once was enough for him with Derek’s betas.
Derek got upstairs and was honestly surprised when he saw that they were all
just huddled together on Erica’s bed. Erica as hugging Boyd and telling him she
was okay repeatedly, Boyd was crying, no longer shifted, and Isaac was just
kneeling next to them, rubbing at them comfortingly. Derek was about to walk
away when he heard Erica calling after him.
“Derek, get over here,” Erica said, sniffling before she cleared her throat.
Derek slowly walked over to them, grunting when Erica and Boyd pulled him down
between them and hugged him. Derek didn’t know what to do, but he knew that he
didn’t have a choice in getting up with the way they were all group hugging
him. Even Isaac was on the other side of Erica, his arm stretched out so it was
touching Boyd. It reminded him of the way his family had sat sometimes at home
and he felt a little overwhelmed.
“Uhm... guys?” he asked and Erica shushed him.
“Stiles, come hug your alpha!” she called over his head and Derek withered.
“Oh my God, what is wrong with you guys…?” He asked and Erica just laughed.
“We almost lost one of our own, I think we deserve to have a little group hug
time.” Erica said. Derek just stayed where he was, smashed between the three of
them, waiting for the eventual moment that Stiles would come upstairs and see
the relief fueled embarrassment that was going on.
At the sound of Erica calling him, he furrowed his eyebrows and headed up the
stairs. When he got to the room, the last thing that he expected to see was a
puppy pile.
He watched the pack for a moment, feeling his heart hurt a little because they
were all a family and they relied on each other, so of course it really hurt
when one of them was in danger.
He watched them for a few moments for he slowly grinned. “Dog pile!” He
exclaimed, jumping onto the four of them so he could try to lighten the mood
for them.
“Stiles, wait -” Derek got out before Stiles was jumping on top of them and he
grunted as the wind was knocked out of his lungs. Isaac was laughing and Erica
was grinning and Boyd was just staring at her so happily. Derek sighed, the
smell of so much relief and happiness getting to his head a little. He gave in,
wiggling until his arms were wrapped around Erica and Isaac and Boyd. Stiles
wiggled a little until he was successfully laying almost completely on Derek,
grinning as he bumped his nose to Derek’s for a moment.
“Thanks for saving me,” Erica said as she tried to get an arm around Stiles,
succeeding after a moment of wiggling that ended up with her elbow digging into
Derek’s side for a second. “Both of you,” she said, looking over at Derek.
“You’re my pack, it’s my job.” Derek said in effort to explain it. She just
smiled at him knowingly.
“You’re so very welcome, Erica.” Stiles grinned at her before he snorted at
Derek’s reply. “Oh boo, Derek. Don’t let that fool you, he so totally loves you
guys. He probably carried your pictures in his wallet like a proud papa.” He
joked before looking up at Derek again. He winked at him before leaning
forwards and kissing him for the first time in front of the pack. He soon
pulled away and squirmed a little. “God, you all are like freaking furnaces.
Remind me to hire you all as my heaters during the winter.” He snorted.
“You’re the one who decided to climb in the middle of us,” Boyd said with a
snort. Derek huffed out a sigh.
“Someone’s knee is digging into my ribs,” he said and after a second of Boyd
shifting around the pressure was gone.
“Sorry,” Boyd laughed, Erica and Isaac laughing too.
“Just don’t make this a habit,” Derek said and Eric rolled her eyes.
“You’re surrounded by three werewolves, we can smell you, don’t deny that
you’re enjoying this.” She said and Isaac chuckled.
“Yeah, besides, you’re kind of trapped,” Isaac said and Derek shrugged his
shoulders a little.
“Am I allowed to plead the fifth on any of this?” Derek asked.
“Oh Hell no,” Erica laughed.
Stiles couldn’t help but laugh as he listened to them all, shaking his head a
little. “Hey it could be worse. At least it’s not drunk Twister.” He pointed
out before grinning at Derek.
“Awwww, Mr. Big Bad Alpha Wolf loves to be cuddled. I think it’s your cute
little wolfy senses that make you such a cuddle beast. Also, cuddle parties are
wicked awesome anyways.” He pointed out before he cupped Derek’s face in his
hands and began to nuzzle him and rub their faces together.
“Let yourself be lovedddd.” He murmured before laughing a little.
“You guys suck,” Derek said with a laugh, getting an idea on how he could get
out of this mess. “What can I do so you guys will let me free?”
“Not a damn thing,” Erica said and Boyd laughed.
“I dunno, maybe we should let me free, he’s been cooperative so far,” Boyd
said.
“Yes, yes, listen to Boyd!” Derek said.
“But that’s exactly why we should enjoy this while we can!” Erica whined,
pouting at Boyd when he mussed up her hair as he wriggled free of the hug pile.
“No, don’t listen to Boyd!” Stiles laughed when Derek protested before laughing
even harder when Derek finally got free. Derek ended up nearly falling off of
the bed from how they had pulled him down, once Boyd had stood up. He was
caught by Erica and Isaac, who shifted around so they were more cuddling each
other.
“Fine, Boyd - you don’t get to be part of our cuddle pile,” Erica said
stuffily, squealing as Boyd came over and squeezed between them. Their scents
all changed a little immediately, the subtle smell of attraction. So many
people squeezing on one bed, though Derek was unsurprised when he got shoved
towards the edge. Erica cried through her laughter. Isaac seemed used to
whatever was going on between the three of them and was hugging close to Boyd.
Derek rolled his eyes, his mind connecting dots. He raised an eyebrow at Boyd.
“You three...?” Derek asked and Boyd gave him a small smile, blushing a bit.
Derek nodded and prodded at Stiles. “All right, come on pack mom. The pack
wants their own cuddle time.”
“Get pizza!” Isaac piped up and Erica turned to nod excitedly in agreement.
“Hawaiian!” She said and Isaac made a disgusted sound. “What, it’s delicious
and you know it!”
“No, it’s really not,” Isaac said, laughing.
Stiles didn’t get what was going on at first, blinking slowly before he quickly
untangled himself from the mess of werewolf limbs. “Oh god!” He exclaimed with
a laugh before grinning. “Okay, that’s totally fine, polyamory all the way and
all that jazz. Just stay safe if you get to that point. Pack Mom Stiles doesn’t
want to be chasing after pups. And not on Derek’s bed. That place is reserved
for my naked body only.” He stated before throwing his arms up.
“Hell yes we’re getting pizza! We are going to get so much pizza that we’re all
going to go into a food coma! Or we can all puke on Derek for leaving the
cuddle party. And ugh, if we have to, we’ll get you some of your abomination
pizza.” Stiles winked at Erica, not minding getting her some. He soon turned to
Derek and moved his arms around his neck. “Now, carry me, peasant.”
Erica, Isaac and Boyd erupted into laughter and giggles at Stiles’, trying to
shield themselves as Derek smacked the pillow he’d been laying on over the
three of them.
“Hey!” Erica said and smacked him back with it.
“Do not start, Erica,” Boyd laughed.
“But he started it!” she said defensively.
“I’m leaving anyway,” Derek said, working an arm behind Stiles’ back and the
other under his legs. “But like Stiles said, not in my bed. It’s kind of
covered in Erica’s blood right now anyway.” He said and Erica made a face.
“Sorry about that,” she said and Derek shrugged, starting off towards the door,
getting it to close with his foot as he brought Stiles downstairs and stood him
unceremoniously once they'd reached the landing.
“Oh my God, we’re having a massive fucking pillow fight the moment after the
pizza comes.” Stiles grinned up at him before Derek lifted him.
“I can’t believe you’re actually carrying me.” He laughed as he kissed his neck
softly before biting at it to try and make a mark on him. “I totally have you
whipped and there is nothing you can do about it.” Once Derek set him down, he
slapped his ass before turning away from him so he could get his phone out.
“What kind of pizza do you like, Der?”
“I’m not whipped, I just didn’t want to spend twenty more minutes in that room
with Cuddles one, two and three.” Derek said with a snort. “Pepperoni, you
should know this by now.”
“Now you’re stuck with the Alpha Cuddler.” He replied before he stuck his
tongue out at him. “I know, but I figured I would ask. Why don’t we try
pepperoni and bacon? You have not lived until you eat pepperoni and bacon
pizza.”
“Maybe a half-bacon, half-pepperoni. I’m not big on multiple toppings.” Derek
said, sitting down on the platform with a sigh before lying down. “How long
before your birthday again?” he asked, lifting his head up to look at Stiles.
“About two weeks.” He said softly, sitting down beside him before he lay next
to him and curled up with him. “I’ll get one of each because I can eat an
entire pizza by myself if I put my mind to it.”
Derek nodded, moving his arm as Stiles cuddled up next to him so he could wrap
it around Stiles’ back. “I might give you an early present, if we have movie
night before your birthday.” he said.
Stiles slowly grinned at that and kissed his cheek. “I’d like that.” He said
softly, moving his leg around Derek’s waist.
Derek chuckled, “Maybe tomorrow. The present should be ready by then, if I get
the rest of what I need for it.”
“Oh my God, tomorrow. Yes please.” He said softly, bumping their noses
together. “I think that would be really awesome. I mean, if we can.”
“We’ll have to figure out something about getting a TV and stuff, Erica’s got
her laptop, but that’s not exactly good for five people to crowd around.”
“I’ll take care of the TV, don’t worry about it.” Stiles said softly, looking
back up at him for a moment before he looked down at his phone again so he
could continue ordering. “Okay, I’m getting cheese sticks, two peps, a pep and
bacon, and an abomination for Erica. Anything else?”
Derek thought for a second and shook his head. “No, that should be it.”
Stiles nodded at that and ordered it before he pocketed his phone. “Now we have
thirty minutes to kill.” He said softly, slowly rolling over so he could
straddle Derek’s hips. “What are we going to do for those thirty minutes?”
Derek hummed, resting his hands on Stiles’ thighs. “We could see how the
wolfsbane is doing?” he suggested, knowing that wasn’t what Stiles wanted, but
not entirely comfortable with more while the pack was just upstairs. Even if
they were preoccupied with each other anyway.
“Yeah.” Stiles nodded slowly, leaning down so he could rest his forearms on
either side of Derek. “Hopefully it’s been doing alright.” He murmured, resting
their foreheads together for a moment before he kissed him.
Derek worked his hands under the back of Stiles’ shirt, leaning his head up
into the kiss. “That won’t take long though... maybe we could do something
after. Find a spot that’s quiet.” he murmured, nipping gently at Stiles’ lip.
Stiles slowly grinned, running his fingers through Derek’s hair. “Mm.” He
nodded, getting a little lost in Derek’s kiss. “I think we can totally do
that.”
Derek nodded, “Good, ‘cause uh.. That sounds really good right now.” He
murmured, bumping their noses together.
“Good.” Stiles grinned at him before he kissed his jaw and climbed off of him.
He held his hands out to him, offering to help him up once he was upright
again.
Derek took his hands, getting to his feet and letting go of one of Stiles’
hands, leading him with the other as he laced their fingers together. “It’s
through here,” Derek said, leading him into the training area. It took a few
minutes of navigating through the boxes before they finally reached one of the
windows where the plant was sitting. The sun was peaking through the window,
leaving the plant cast half in sunlight, the other half in shadow. Derek let go
of Stiles hand and knelt down next to it, turning some of the flowers in his
hands, checking the buds that hadn’t bloomed yet.
“I think it’ll be ready,” he said, half to himself. This was, after all, part
of Stiles’ birthday presents.
Stiles slowly grinned when he saw the plant and nodded. He was glad to see that
it was all doing so well. “That’s so awesome.” He said softly as he looked it
over. “So do you just uh, mix it with whatever you want or do you do it
straight?” He asked curiously, wondering how exactly it worked for a werewolf.
“I like it with whiskey, myself, but pretty much you can mix it with whatever
you want when it comes to drinks.” Derek said, “Just have to be careful not to
actually ingest the flowers, that’ll make you sick for days.” he commented with
a smirk and snort. “The first time that happened to me, Laura couldn’t stop
laughing for the first hour that I was throwing up.” he said and plucked one of
the flowers off, twirling it between his fingers a second before setting it
next to the plant on the floor.
“To mix it with pot, you have to dry it out first, and no matter what you can
only mix so many flowers in at a time. Too many and it’s like giving acid.” He
said, turning the plant around so the other side of it was facing the window.
“It can cause you to hallucinate, and depending on the person’s personality
that can be a really good thing, or a really bad thing.”
Stiles snickered a little, sitting down beside him. “Of course you would do
something like that. Thanks for the warning though, I’ll try to keep it in
mind. I don’t want to pull a Derek after all.” He winked at him as he leaned
over and nudged him with his shoulder.
“So uh, what way do you recommend trying it out?” He asked curiously, since he
knew it would be best to have recommendations from the person that actually had
experience with the plant.
Derek rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “If you’re wanting to try it, then I’d
recommend drinking it. You said you were worried about school and you also said
you’ve drank before so it’s something that you’re used to already. Plus... I
have no idea where I’d get pot around here. All my contacts are back in New
York.”
Stiles laughed a little at that. “That makes sense. I mean, I could probably
find a way to get us some, if it’s better that way, but I probably rather would
just do it with alcohol.” He said softly before furrowing his eyebrows when he
thought of something that it could possibly work with. “Have you tried it with
tobacco? Or is that something that it wouldn’t really work with?”
Derek frowned, looking over at the plant. “I don’t think so...” he said slowly.
“The plant just lowers my ability to heal without endangering my life - the
reason why I can’t get high or drunk normally is because I heal too fast for it
to affect me. The plant makes it work, so I guess the answer is no, it wouldn’t
really work that way. Honestly, my sister and my uncle knew more about the
plant and how it works than I ever cared to.”
“Oh, that makes sense then.” Stiles said softly, moving his arm around his
waist loosely. “So uh, if we’re ever going to smoke it, it’ll keep it in mind
to make sure that we have some pot on hand. But I think we’re just going to
stick to booze.” He said softly. “I’m wondering what kind of drunk you are
though, so maybe I’ll get the chance to see it.”
Derek chuckled, wondering if he should tell Stiles now, but he decided not to.
If they were going to have the movie night tomorrow as he was hoping, he wanted
Stiles to be surprised. “You will eventually.” He said, standing up from where
he’d been kneeling and wiping his hands on his jeans. “Ready to find some place
to hide from the pack and make out?”
“Hell yes.” Stiles grinned at him before getting to his feet. “Dude, would I
ever say no to making out with you? I’d have to be pretty damn insane to say no
to making out.” He said softly, placing his hand on Derek’s hips.
Derek chuckled, “I’d say somewhere close, but they can pay for the food since
most of it’s theirs.” he said, shrugging. “Any ideas on where you want to go?”
***** Backseat *****
Stiles slowly grinned, letting his hands fall a little so he could hook his
fingers under the top of his jeans. “Mmm...Well, it all depends on if our
making out is sticking to just making out or if it’s going to be more than
that.”
“Hmmmm, well, I don’t exactly have anything with me for sex, but uh... blowjob
maybe?” he suggested, raising his eyebrows.
“I uh, actually...Uh...May or may not have lube in my backpack if that helps.”
Stiles said slowly, gently clapping his hands together before he slowly
interlocked his own fingers together.
Derek raised his eyebrows a little further. “Oh, okay,” he said slowly. “Then I
guess it all depends on what you want to do.”
Stiles thought about it, taking Derek’s hands as he raised his own eyebrows.
“We could uh, totally bang right now.”
Derek let out a soft snort, smiling. “Let’s go get your backpack and figure out
where we want to go then.” Derek said and laughed.
“I’m rather fond of the thought of your backseat right about now. I mean, it
may not be the biggest space, but it would be an adventure.”
Derek shrugged. “Better than trying to get the bedroom back.” he said, giving
Stiles’ hands a squeeze before he let go of one, leading the way through the
mess of boxes to the back door. He figured that way, they’d have a bit of
privacy in where they were before he’d move his car so they wouldn’t be spotted
by the pizza guy.
Stiles grinned as he followed him, kissing his neck softly before he let go.
“I’ll be out in a minute.” He said softly, slapping his butt before he went to
go get his backpack so they would have everything that they needed.
He slung it over his shoulder and headed outside so that he could meet up with
Derek. “You’re in luck, I brought the good kind. Also some massage oil, but I
don’t think I’m going to get to use that on you when your pack is here. Next
time though for sure.”
Derek nodded, glad that he’d had his jacket on with his car keys in it the
whole time. He’d had in on in case he didn’t hear back from Stiles and had to
go find them. He had moved his car around to the far side of the warehouse,
jogging back to meet Stiles.
“They’re going to know what we did regardless of that, but its up to you.”
Derek said, and tilted his head towards where he’d parked his car. “I moved the
car back there, bit more privacy there.”
Stiles nodded as he took Derek’s hand. “I know, I just wasn’t sure if you want
me to give you a huge back massage in front of the pack. Also it would probably
get out of hand and we’d be making out, covered in oil and rubbing against each
other.”
Derek sighed happily at the thought of a back massage as they walked, but
forced himself to nod. “Yeah, you’re right,” he said, shaking the thought from
his head.
“Let me just move some things around,” Derek said as they reached his car and
let go of Stiles’ hand to adjust the seats around to make as much room for the
back seat as he could. He stepped back after he was done, tilting his head at
the larger space. The seat was still small, but with a little maneuvering he
felt like it might work... maybe.
Stiles crept up behind him once he stood back, moving his arms around his waist
before nipping lightly at his neck. “Is it Hale approved?” He asked curiously,
grinning against his skin before kissing it again.
“Maybe... one sec,” he said and climbed into the back, taking the seat belt
clips and shoving them between the seat and the back. That would be one less
injury causing device in the car. “I think that’s as good as we’re going to
get.” he said, glancing around the car from the back seat. Anything that might
get in their way now was stuff that he couldn’t move without breaking it.
Stiles nodded at that and slapped Derek’s butt again when he bent down, humming
in content to himself as he nodded. “Awesome, I think this will be a completely
awesome experience. I mean, sex with you has been awesome so far anyways.”
“Get in here then... peasant,” Derek said with a smirk.
Stiles slowly grinned and got into the car before he shut the door behind him.
“I’m pretty sure I’m at least a Prince. Or a Duke at the minimum.” He said
softly, leaning forwards before he brushed their lips together.
“Oh, so you’re a prince or a duke, but I’m a peasant?” Derek asked after Stiles
had kissed him. “You’re not playing fair.”
Stiles nipped lightly at his lip before running his tongue along it. “I changed
my mind, you’re my king.” He whispered, running his fingers through his hair.
“That’s better,” Derek murmured, smiling at him. He pressed their lips
together, running his tongue along Stiles’ lower lip.
Stiles nodded slowly, opening his mouth so he could meet Derek’s tongue with
his own lightly before trying to coax it into his mouth. Derek hummed, taking
Stiles’ hint and pressing his tongue forward, reaching out for him with his
hands and leaning closer. Stiles soon pulled away and kissed his jaw softly
before he worked Derek’s jacket off. He hummed in content as he kissed down
Derek’s jaw before he kissed his neck softly. “Take your shirt off for me,
please.” He murmured, slowly smiling as he glanced up at him. He sat back so he
could shrug his button down off of his shoulders and take it off before he
dropped it to the floor of the car. Once that was off, he pulled off his T-
shirt and tossed it aside too. Derek helped Stiles get his coat off, tossing it
over the front seat and tilting his head so Stiles could reach his neck better.
“Absolutely,” he said, grabbing at the back of his collar and pulling his shirt
off over his head. He tossed it next to Stiles’ clothes, leaning forward and
pressing his mouth against Stiles’ chest. He kept his eyes open only enough so
he could locate Stiles’ moles, gently kissing over them. He rested his hands on
Stiles’ hips, his thumbs brushing gently against the skin right above his
pants.
Stiles shivered at the feeling of Derek’s mouth on his skin and arched his back
a little as he closed his eyes. “Wow, I’m starting to think you have a weird
fixation with my moles.” He said softly, scooting a bit closer to him.
“They’re cute,” Derek said, kissing one last one before straightening to look
up at Stiles. “I’m almost tempted to play connect the dots one of these days.”
He said and chuckled. “Make some mole-stellations out of them.”
“Oh my God!” Stiles exclaimed with a snort before he started to laugh. “That is
literally both the worst and cutest thing I have ever heard anyone say
regarding my moles. Jesus Christ.”
Derek laughed, “I figure if you can make stupid puns, so can I.” he said and
blinked a few times before lifting his hand to trace a few of the moles on
Stiles’ face. “Stiles, I think you’ve got the Little Dipper on your face...”
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at that before crooking one. “What the hell do you
mean I have the Little Dipper on my face? Now you’re just making stuff up.”
Derek laughed, “No, I’m completely serious!” Derek said and bit at his lip for
a moment before he dug his phone out of his coat. “Okay, just sit still for a
second.” Derek said and turned Stiles’ head before snapping the photo, the
flash of his phone brightening the car for a second. He tapped at the screen
and then turned his phone around, zooming it in on the section he was talking
about.
“See?” he asked. “It’s a little crooked, but still. That’s the Little Dipper,
in moles, on your face.”
Stiles stared incredulously at Derek for a few moments, wondering if he was
really being serious or if he was just making fun of him. He rolled his eyes
and glanced down at the picture before he let out a groan and dropped his head
onto Derek’s shoulder. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”
Derek snorted, laughing as he tossed his phone on the floor. “I don’t see how
you never noticed that.” He said, wrapping his arms around Stiles.
“Well, I’ve never compared the moles on my body to constellations so I’ve never
had that problem before.” Stiles stated, bumping their noses together before he
grinned. He placed his hands on Derek’s cheeks so he could carefully angle his
face down a bit before he leaned forwards and moved so his nose was rested
above his. “Our noses fit together.”
Derek laughed, “There are other parts of us that could be fitting together
right now too.” He said, flicking his tongue out and licking at Stiles’ face.
“Oh my God, you just licked me again!” He exclaimed, laughing as he scrunched
his face up.
“And I’m going to keep licking you until you decide who’s doing what.” Derek
said, licking him again up the side of his face.
Stiles groaned lightly and got as much saliva in his mouth as he could before
he gave Derek a big, nice, wet lick right up his face. Derek scrunched up his
face, sighing through his nose. “Okay, yeah, let’s not actually start this
again,” he said, laughing as he picked his shirt up to wipe off his face.
Stiles grinned and bumped their heads together lightly. “Mm, I like licking you
in other places too.” He said softly, tracing Derek’s abs as he spoke.
Derek tossed his shirt back to the floor and sighed, resting his head back
against the seat. “I like that too, and licking you, and fucking you and the
way you say my name as I’m doing any number of things to you.” He said, looking
over at Stiles, lifting his hand to brush against Stiles’ face.
Stiles had to take a moment to process what he was saying, looking a little out
of it for a few moments. “Yeah, all of that is very nice.” He whispered as he
kissed his jaw.
Derek hummed, ghosting his fingers down Stiles’ neck. “I have an idea...” he
murmured, “Since you don’t seem to have any. Unless, you’re just keeping them
to yourself.”
“I’m always willing to hear what you have in mind for me. Most of the time it’s
very sexy.” Stiles murmured, tilting his head a little.
“I’ve never done it before, but the car ride up to the Emporium, it kind of
gave me the idea.” He said, leaning his mouth forward to take the place of his
hands. “I want you to listen to the sound of my voice,” he said softly, his
voice a little lower than usual, “I want you to listen to it, because I want to
see if I can make you come from that.” He said, pressing a kiss to Stiles’
neck.
“I want to see everything, see you touching yourself,” he continued as he made
a point to keep close to Stiles, the heat from his words warming his face as it
met with Stiles’ skin, “I want to see what I can do to you without even
touching you.”
Stiles had to close his eyes for a few moments so that he could calm himself
down. He bit at his lip and slowly opened his eyes, already feeling really
turned on by the sound of that. “I think I can manage going along with that, on
the condition that you fuck me eventually.” He said softly, shifting his hips a
little so he could make himself more comfortable.
“And my conditions are these - since I can’t touch you, you can’t touch me,
only ourselves. You’re allowed to come when you want to, but since you said you
want to have sex try and go slow with yourself, you’ll have to tell me when
you’re ready.” Derek said, his voice sounding more like normal as he spoke. “ I
won’t control when you come, but if I haven’t yet, then we’ll have to deal with
that somehow. Is all of that okay?”
Stiles groaned a little at that but undid his jeans as he sat back. “Yeah, that
all sounds really good. I mean, I wish I could touch you, but I’ll make up for
it later.”
Derek grinned, looking away for a moment. “All right,” he said softly, he
started to take off his own pants, “Let’s get started.” he said. “I’ll direct
you, just because it will be a little easier for what I’m trying to do.”
Stiles nodded at that and swallowed hard as he watched Derek. “Alright, I’m
ready when you are.”
“Pull your cock, out and start touching yourself.” Derek said lowly. “Do it
slow, forget that I’m here.” He said, keeping his eyes on Stiles the entire
time, scooting so that he was resting in the corner of the back seat.
Stiles nodded at that and pulled his boxers down enough to get his cock out
before he began to slowly stroke himself with one hand. He was already almost
completely hard from the way Derek had been talking to him, so it didn’t take
too much encouragement for him to get fully aroused. He tilted his head back
and bit his lip, breathing slowly through his nose.
“God, you look so good.” Derek murmured, resting his hands against his legs.
“You like it when I talk to you like this don’t you - when I remove your
control. Do you think about it a lot when we don’t see each other? When you’re
alone and trying to find release?”
Stiles nodded to Derek’s words as he tried to stay focused on touching himself
and Derek’s voice. “Yeah...I-I think about you a lot. I think about you every
time.”
“You’re such a good boy to do so,” Derek said. “I wonder how many times you
think about me during school. How many times you’ve been sitting in class,
squirming around in your seat because you can’t stop thinking about how I fuck
you. Does it make it more exciting for you - when you’re sitting there hard and
surrounded by your classmates, trying to hide how hard you are?”
“Do you ever just have to leave, because you know if you don’t, at any second
someone’s going to look over and see it? I bet you do. I’d bet that you’d have
to go somewhere to take care of it. To pretend just for a moment that you’re
with me, that it’s my hand touching you, squeezing around your cock and taking
your release from you.”
Stiles let out a low moan and lifted his hips for a moment as he struggled to
keep his hand moving slowly. “Y-Yeah...It does...I kind of wish that you were
in school with me. I think about sneaking out of class, pretending to have to
go to the bathroom or maybe even being sick so we can meet up and kiss, or even
have a quickie.” He said softly. “I think about what that would be like and it
just ugh...really gets to me.”
“Imagine what it would be like if I did go to school with you. We’d never stop
touching each other.” He said with a light chuckle. “I’d touch you every chance
I got. Take you to empty classrooms and bend you over some teacher’s desk. I’d
be gentle at first, slow because I know how much that tortures you.” He paused
to smile. “I like it when you can’t take it anymore, your voice when you beg
for me. You’re such a good boy, begging me as if I’m not going to give you what
you want the second you ask for it.”.
“O-Oh my God.” Stiles exhaled shakily as he tilted his head back and bucked his
hips. “Please, Derek,” he whispered, feeling his toes curl inside his Converse.
He swallowed hard, opening his eyes and staring up at the ceiling of the car.
“I-I’d let you fuck me everywhere. You could, uh, pin me to walls and I’d be
very, very happy.” He rambled a little as he felt like his brain was slowly
turning into goop.
“I think I’d like that,” Derek said with a grin, enjoying the way he was being
successful so far. “Maybe we can try that soon. You can drape your legs over my
shoulders and I’d support you. See how far I can get your cock down my throat.
I think I’m getting better at it. The way you react when I’ve got you in my
mouth, pressing my tongue against you and digging my hands into your hips.”
Stiles cursed under his breath that time and let out a moan as he squirmed a
little. He had to stop his hand on his cock for a moment, hissing a little in
protest of his own actions. “Jesus.” He whispered as he shifted a little and
bit his lip, taking a moment to take a deep breath before moving his hand
again.
Derek bit at his lower lip, really wanting to ignore the fact that he’d placed
a ‘no touching’ rule just so he could see how quick Stiles would come. Perhaps
with a pizza on the way, this little experiment wasn’t the greatest of ideas,
but too late now. “I’d kiss you first,” he said softly, immediately picking
back up when it seemed that Stiles was okay to keep going again. “Slide my
tongue against yours, biting your lip. I’d kiss your neck then too, graze my
teeth against it because I love how it makes your skin bump up. Its like its
begging for me to bite it.”
Stiles bit his lip and looked over at him, breathing heavily through his nose
as he moved his hand a little faster. “Would you cover it in your marks so that
everyone knows I’m yours?”
“Of course,” Derek said with a smile. “I can only imagine the locker room the
next day. A trail of hickeys and bite marks down your neck, your chest.
Anywhere I could get my mouth around.” He murmured. “The jealousy of them, the
awe. That you have someone like me, that you have someone who is yours as much
as you are theirs. That you’re a glutton for punishment not just because of
that smart mouth of yours.”
Stiles looked a little dazed as he stared shamelessly at Derek’s mouth as he
spoke. He slowly licked his lips before letting out a low moan and closing his
eyes again as he cursed a little. “You make my punishments feel so damn good,
Der.”
“Oh trust me, you’ve never been punished punished.” Derek said with a snort.
“You like that though don’t you? Just a bit of humiliation for doing something
wrong? You’re just such a good boy, Stiles. It would be hard for me to come up
with a punishment you wouldn’t like.” He said and pretended to think for a
minute. “Maybe I’d get a leash for that collar. Dress you up in something nice,
something more flattering for that tight little body of yours. Then of course
I’d have to take you out. Maybe that club, the Dahlia. Parade you around and
show everyone just how obedient you can be.”
“But then, you’d probably like that too, wouldn’t you?”
Stiles felt his heart start to pound harder in his chest and saliva pool in his
mouth as he thought about that. “Oh my fucking God, please.” He whispered,
letting out a whining noise as he squirmed and tilted his head back. “Can I use
my fingers, Derek? Please?” He asked softly, wanting to use just a bit more to
get himself off.
“Are you planning on coming soon?” Derek asked. “Because if you are then, I
believe our agreement was that I fuck you. Unless... you want to have me fuck
you after you come, because honestly the thought of you letting me fuck you
twice in two different ways in a row is enough for me to say, yes. You can use
your fingers.”
Stiles nodded quickly as he swallowed slowly so he didn’t drool. “I want you to
fuck me after I come.” He said softly, grabbing his backpack before he got the
cherry lube out and stopped stroking himself so that he could pour a little on
his fingers and warm it up before lowering his hand. He shifted his hips a
little and lowered a little on the seat so he could push two fingers into
himself easier.
The teenager let out a light moan at the feeling, having to take a moment to
enjoy it before he started stroking himself again as the other hand began to
pump his fingers slowly. Derek nodded at Stiles’ answer, a pleased humming in
his throat.
“Did you ever do things like this before me? Testing out a few fingers against
yourself just to see what it was like? Or was I your first for all of it?” He
asked curiously.
“Uh...” Stiles paused, biting his lip and tilting his head back as he jerked
his hips. “You...Well, uh, I’m a curious boy so of course I tried it a few
times, but uh...I didn’t really start doing it often until I started thinking
about you.”
“You probably just didn’t know how to do it right before,” Derek said with a
smirk. “Didn’t know about the prostate, how amazing it can feel when you press
your fingers against it. I can’t say that I’m not pleased that I’m the reason
for why you do it now. That it doesn’t drive me insane sometimes, thinking
about this summer. All that free time on our hands. Spending days at a time
together - we wouldn’t even leave the bed unless we had to.”
Stiles felt his insides start to twist and pressure building in his abdomen. He
let out a low whine and bucked his hips up, tilting his head back before he
looked up at Derek. “Oh my God....” He whispered, closing his eyes tightly for
a few moments before he opened them again. “I’m gonna come, Der. Can’t...” He
whined again and moved his hand faster, bucking his hips up when he finally
reached his climax as Derek’s name spilled from his lips like a broken prayer
before twisting into a loud shout. Derek’s eyes widened and he couldn’t bring
himself to move for a second at the sight of Stiles coming like that. He leaned
forward quickly, quieting Stiles’ shout with his lips. Once it seemed that
Stiles had calmed down from his orgasm, Derek pulled away laughing.
“To think, that’s the loudest you’ve ever been for me and I wasn’t even
touching you.”
Stiles panted heavily, slowly smiling as he nuzzled against him. He loved
Derek’s reaction to his climax and laughed breathlessly. “I’m learning to not
hold it in.” He said softly. “And now I see why I should really let it all
out.”
“I’m glad you did,” Derek said softly, unable to stop smiling. “Though I really
hope Erica and the others don’t think something’s wrong. That was... God,” he
said, laughing again.
“Was I that loud?” He asked, leaning over until he fell against Derek’s lap.
“For human ears, probably not. But yeah, you were.” Derek said and pressed his
fingertips against Stiles’ hair, massaging into his scalp. “It was awesome.”
“Mm.” He hummed in content, tracing Derek’s thigh as he closed his eyes.
“Good.” He slowly grinned, opening an eye to look at him. “So, are you still
going to fuck me?”
“I’ll give you a few minutes, but yeah.” Derek said quietly. He was content
after that to just sit there a little while, studying Stiles’ face and
forgetting about everything for a while. “Do you think this summer you might...
stay with me for a while?”
Stiles nodded at that as he made himself more comfortable. “Yeah, that sounds
good. I’m totally up for spending the parts of the summer that I’ll be here
with you.”
“Are you going somewhere then?” Derek asked, quirking his eyebrow up as he
frowned a little.
“Mhmm.” He nodded slowly. “Going to a Lacrosse summer camp thing for almost a
month. Coach’s orders. The whole team’s going.”
Derek’s hand stilled for a moment before resuming their massage of Stiles’
scalp. “Where?”
“I think it’s near Tampa.” Stiles said softly, tracing Derek’s side gently.
Derek frowned completely then, his hand going still again. “Florida.” He said
carefully. “You’re going to be all the way across the country, in Florida, for
a month.”
“Uh...Yeah, I was going to tell you soon. When all of this is all over with, it
was when I was going to let you know.”
Derek bit his tongue to hold back the plethora of things he could come back
with. That even if things did calm down once Summer hit, he wouldn’t have
handled it any better then than now. That somewhere out there, there was an
alpha pack that he knew he needed to be worried about as a new alpha. That in
this life, in the world of werewolves, there really wasn’t any such thing as
over. That... That he didn’t want Stiles to go. That he’d go with him - bring
the whole pack along - if he had to.
Eventually, what came out was, “How soon in the summer?”
“I leave July 15th and I’ll be back the....6th, I believe.” Stiles said softly,
feeling really guilty about it, but at the time he paid for it, he didn’t know
that he would have a boyfriend and all this other stuff going on. “I’m really
sorry, Derek.” He said softly, sitting up so he could rest their heads
together. “We could take a road trip before then, if you want?”
Derek swallowed hard, nodding slowly as he looked up at Stiles, staring into
his eyes. He knew that there was probably no talking Stiles out of going, not
without making Stiles feel worse. “I’ll try and be okay with it.” He said. He
didn’t trust himself to be able to say anything further on the matter without
coming off as an asshole. He closed his eyes, wrapping Stiles up in his arms
and pulling him a little onto his lap, burying his face against Stiles.
“If you don’t call at least once a day while you’re gone, you realize I’ll
probably come find you right?”
“After that I’ll spend as much time as I possibly can with you.” He promised
him, gently kissing his cheek as he held him close. “And yeah, I’ll call you
every day, send you pictures, and Skype with you if I can.”
Derek exhaled sharply, nodding. “I really hope things just calm down. I want to
be able to do this without all this weight on my shoulders... All this
responsibility.”
Stiles nodded and ran his fingers through his hair so that he could help him
feel a little better. “It’ll all get better soon. It has to.” He told him
softly.
“It’s just there’s something that...” He trailed, the impulse to just unload
everything that was bothering him weaker than his impulse to protect him from
it. To protect him from the knowledge of truly knowing everything so that -
much like Stiles wanting to wait to tell Derek about the Lacrosse camp - he
could handle it easier.
The logic was hypocritical though and he knew it even as he thought it.
“There’s something I’ve been keeping to myself. Just because it hasn’t become a
problem yet... And with this whole Kanima thing, everyone’s already got enough
to worry about.”
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at that and cocked his head as he gently rubbed
the back of Derek’s neck. “What’s going on?” He asked softly, trying not to get
really worried about what Derek could possibly be keeping to himself. “We’re
dating, I’m supposed to worry about you.”
“I know, and the reason I haven’t said anything isn’t just you. Its Erica and
Isaac, Boyd, Scott - everyone.” Derek said and sighed through his nose, letting
his head fall so his chin rested against his chest. “There’s a pack - they
travel around the country seeking out Alphas, especially new ones. The other
reason why I was building my pack so fast - not just the Argents - was because
of them. They’re... They’re alphas. All pack of them.”
Stiles sure as Hell wasn’t expecting that of all things to be the problem and
had to take a moment to make sure that he was being completely serious. “You’ve
got to be kidding.” He mumbled, shaking his head and sighing. “Well that’s
really not good. I’m assuming by the way that you were hiding it is because if
they find you, you’re in deep shit.”
“I’ve heard stories about them, from other packs that Laura and I came across
on our way to New York, even from my uncle.” Derek said and took a deep breath.
“The way Scott thinks of my decisions is tame compared to what I’ve heard about
this pack and what they do. So yeah, they decide to drop by Beacon Hills, I’m
in deep shit. And from what that Omega told the Argents, its possible they
already know.”
“Fuck.” Stiles sighed as he tilted Derek’s chin up and rested their heads
together. “I’ll help you in anyway that I can, alright? You just need to tell
me what I need to do and I’ll do it.”
“Just keep it to yourself, that’s all I ask.” Derek said, lifting his head at
Stiles’ insistent touch. “I didn’t want to worry anyone about it, just because
I’m still not a hundred percent sure they’re even going to show. I haven’t been
an alpha that long, maybe they just haven’t caught wind of it yet or maybe they
don’t care.” Derek said and shifted his weight. “Just thought you ought to
know, at least.”
Stiles nodded at that and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I’ll keep it
to myself as long as it doesn’t become a big problem. Well, I mean, bigger.” He
said softly, running his fingers through his hair. “Thanks for trusting me.”
Derek snorted, “The only way it could become a bigger problem is if they show
up - in which case, it won’t matter if you say anything or not.” Derek said and
leaned his head into Stiles’ touch. “Can we just forget that for now and get
back to what we were doing before?”
“Of course we can get back to what we were doing. I really, really doubt that I
will ever say no to having sex with you. Unless you really piss me off or
something, but even then we could still have angry sex.”
“Guess its kind of bittersweet that I don’t plan on pissing you off again any
time soon.” Derek said, nuzzling his way to Stiles’ neck, biting down.
“I’d sure hope not.” He stated before biting down on his lip to muffle a low
moan. “So, uh, I have a question for you. Does your biting kink come from your
wolf side wanting to capture its prey or something? Just curious.”
Derek let go of Stiles’ neck, shifting a little underneath him as he thought.
“Do you want the real reason or is ‘no’ enough?”
“I want the real reason.” Stiles stated, grinning as he sat back a little so he
could look at him. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, I want to know
everything about you.”
“I have,” Derek said and let out a quick sigh. He rubbed his hands along
Stiles’ skin as he talked, across his thighs, “It was my first attempt at
anything after... Well, after Kate. We met at this bar and her name was Becky
and she was absolutely not my type, but she was horny drunk and apparently I
was her type.”
Across his hips, fingertips digging a little into Stiles hips as he pulled him
forward as he scooted forward on the seat. “We didn’t even get out of the
parking lot, just screwed around in the back of her car. She bit me about half-
way through and it was like... I don’t know. It hurt, but at the same time I
wanted more. That was the first time someone bit me.” Across his back now,
lightly pressing his nails against it and dragging them down.
Stiles couldn’t help himself from getting a little jealous when he discovered
that this really wasn’t the first time that Derek had messed around in the back
of a car. He nodded slowly as he listened though, rocking his hips down against
Derek’s every now and again just so he could mess with him. “I’m hoping that
it’s best when I bite you, because I like to consider myself an awesome biter.
Except I feel bad because I’ve drawn blood twice.”
Derek chuckled, “She was drunk and before we even got back inside I was having
to hold her hair while she threw up, so that should make you feel better.” He
said and licked his lips before expertly rotating his hips up against Stiles,
retaliation that only ended in making his own neglected boner ache.
“Yeah, its not so bad aside from the last time.” He said quietly, focused on
trying to speak. “Not that I didn’t appreciate the fact that you were biting
me, I was tempted to free your arms before you did. Its just a lot better when
you can bite and scratch me easily.”
“Ew, that’s absolutely disgusting. I will try my best to promise I will never
throw up on you or near you if I get wasted around you.” Stiles stated,
shifting his hips a little. “I’ll keep in mind to keep scratching and biting
you whenever I can. You have a body that I just love to latch on to.”
“I don’t know, you seem to start doing it automatically now. And don’t think I
haven’t noticed you copied my biting method.”
“Hey, it seems to turn you on the fastest, doesn’t it?” He asked with a laugh
and a shrug of his shoulders. “And I kind of like biting you, even if the marks
don’t last.”
“You should try biting me when I drink,” Derek said, “It might stay then, at
least till the wolfsbane is out of my system. Could be another one of your
‘scientific’ experiments.”
“I’ll do anything for Boyfriend Science.” Stiles slowly grinned, raising his
eyebrows. “I’m excited now because all my nail marks and bite marks will stay
on you long enough for me to get really good pictures of it.”
“They might,” Derek laughed. He leaned his face forward, kissing Stiles’
collarbone. “Enough talking.” He murmured, parting his lips over the spot so he
could graze his teeth along the tighter skin there.
“For science.” Stiles whispered before he snorted. “Fuck, okay, yeah. No more
talking. More making out and fucking, less talking.”
Derek lifted his head away from Stiles chest and gave him a level look,
quirking an eyebrow up before shaking his head and going back to biting him (on
his shoulder this time).
Stiles gasped out when he was bitten, tilting his head back before he rocked
his hips over Derek’s again. He slowly grinned and leaned down before he slowly
licked his shoulder.
Derek sighed in mild annoyance, choosing instead to let go of his bite and pull
Stiles up from his thighs so he could get his boxers off, at least around his
ankles. Once they were he looked up at him, “You want to find where you tossed
that lube?” He asked.
“Yeah.” Stiles nodded, climbing off of him so he could look around for it. He
finished tugging his jeans and boxer briefs off so they could get into it
easier before he grabbed the bottle and climbed back onto his lap. “How should
we do this?”
“Not a lot of options that will be comfortable for any length of time aside
from this position we’re doing right now. If the seat were a little wider we’d
have more choices.” Derek said, scratching the back of his neck a little as he
looked around the car. He shook his head and looked up at Stiles, “So, are you
ready to go again completely, or did you just want to focus on getting me there
and being done?”
“Oh I am totally ready for your fabulous dick.” Stiles grinned at him before he
climbed back onto his lap. “I don’t mind riding you again, it’s pretty fun.” He
winked at him as he moved his arms around his neck.
Derek chuckled, “You enjoy being a sub, don’t you?” Derek asked, smirking as he
cracked open the lid to the lube.
“Fuck yeah I do. I enjoy anything that involves you putting your cock in me.”
Derek smiled widely at that, laughing a little. He shook his head, returning
his attention to what he should be doing - which was getting some lube warmed
up. He squeezed some out of the bottle onto his fingers, his hands between
them, warming it up before reaching between their hips to slick himself up.
“Its really stupid how hot it is when you say shit like that.”
“Oh really? It’s hot when if I tell you that I went shopping for sex toys so I
could have something to use when I’m not with you?” Stiles asked curiously,
trying to stop himself from grinning.
Derek’s eyebrows raised until he physically could not raise them any higher.
“That’s um... You’ll have to show me. Definitely. No arguments.”
Stiles laughed a little and nuzzled their noses together. “I got it as close to
your dick as I could.”
“I bet you did,” Derek said, slipping his hand out from between them as really
there was no need to touch himself with how eager Stiles seemed to be. Derek
bumped their noses before leaning his face away. “But you know what’s better
than that little toy, right?”
“Mmmm....” Stiles paused, pretending to think about it for a moment. “I’m gonna
have to say....your dick?”
Derek grinned, “Obviously.” He said and glanced down between them. “Might be
easier if you do this part, cause I honestly can’t see what I’m doing.”
Stiles nodded at that, shifting a little before he lowered his hand and gently
gripped the base of Derek’s cock so he could position himself over him before
he slowly lowered down into him. He cursed under his breath and bit his lip,
inhaling sharply through his nose once he was seated on his lap. Once he was
used to the feeling, he slowly opened his eyes so he could watch Derek as he
began to move over him slowly, mostly just to torture him.
Derek let out a happy hum, sighing through his nose. He rubbed his hands along
Stiles’ thighs, not even caring that he still had lube covering one of them.
“You’re getting good at that...” He murmured, resting his head against the
seat.
Stiles nodded as he dug his nails into Derek’s shoulders. “I’m getting used to
you.” He whispered to him, grinning a little as he tried to keep his breathing
even.
“That’s good,” Derek murmured back, catching Stiles’ chin in his hand and
pulling their mouths together. His kiss was slow, but straight to the point,
pressing his tongue against Stiles’ lips.
“Mmm.” Stiles hummed against his mouth, letting his eyes fall closed at the
feeling before he started to move his hips at a faster pace.
Derek moved his hands around to Stiles back, his hips rolling a little as
Stiles moved faster. He gently nipped at Stiles’ mouth, leaning his head
forward against Stiles’ chest. His fingertips pressed in where his hands were
held.
Stiles huffed against his mouth before he pulled away, letting his head fall to
Derek’s shoulder so he could run his tongue along his skin before biting down.
He did it softly at first to leave just an indent before he began biting
harder.
Derek huffed then, “Being a little snippy, aren’t you?” He said, and even still
he couldn’t stop the reactive way his skin bumped up. He lifted his head,
resting a cheek against Stiles’ head. “Do you think.. Do you think you could
come again - if we tried?” He asked.
Stiles laughed a little breathlessly against his skin and lessened the pressure
of his bite so he could shake his head a little like a wolf with a fresh kill
for a moment before he let go. “Define, uh...’tried’.” He said softly before
letting out a moan as his hips stuttered.
Derek let out a breathy laugh at Stiles’ ‘wolf shake.’ “I mean, your cock’s
right here,” Derek said softly, bringing his right hand from around Stiles’
back so he could get his fingers around Stiles’ cock. “All I have to do is
this.” He said, slowly starting to stroke his hand up.
Stiles let out a noise that started off as a whine before quickly turning into
a louder, strangled moan. “F-Fuck.” He moaned again, canting his hips up
against Derek’s hand. “I-I thought it’d make you really happy if I just came
mostly from your dick in me.”
“Nah, I already did enough experimenting for one go ‘round.” He said, moving
his hand a little faster. “Besides, I enjoy touching you a lot better.” Stiles
whined at the feeling and dropped his head back down against his shoulder
before biting him again to muffle his noises.
Derek brought his free hand to rub against Stiles’ neck, stroking his cock the
entire time. “I can only imagine how sensitive you are right now...” He
murmured, bringing his thumb over the tip. “You’re just so eager to make sure
I’m happy too.” He said and turned his head so he could just gently murmur into
Stiles’ ear. “I would bet that you’ve been thinking about this too. Seeing how
many times you can come in a row, how long in between is too soon and not soon
enough. I know I’ve been thinking about it.” He said, smiling a little. “Maybe
I should get you a stopwatch...” He teased. He could feel the warmth pooling in
his gut, a sure sign that he was getting close.
Stiles groaned and moved to rest his chin on his shoulder. “Three times and
then I’m pretty sure I need to take a nap.” He got out between his moans as he
tried to move his hips faster and find a really good rhythm between Derek’s
hand and his dick. “May, uh, fuck, need a nap after this.” He whispered, trying
his best to stay focused enough to talk.
Derek adjusted how he was moving his hand until it seemed Stiles was happy with
the rhythm. “Just - hmmm, fuck,” Derek hummed out. In lieu of saying anything
further he just focused on trying to keep moving his damn hand, because fuck if
Stiles wasn’t going to make him come in the next twenty seconds with this he
would be a very surprised Derek Hale.
Stiles began to drag his nails down Derek’s shoulders over and over, keeping
the pressure hard as he repeated the action. He quickly began to moan out
Derek’s name again as his movements became erratic before he climaxed with a
loud moan again.
Derek groaned, thrusting upwards as Stiles’ orgasm spilled out onto his hand
and his stomach. He let go of Stiles’ cock and grabbed onto his hip, fingertips
digging in a little as he made quick use of his less occupied mind and focused
on himself. He came hard, and inaudibly, his eyes squeezing tight as he did.
“F-fuck,” he breathed, humming a little. “Christ..” He said, swallowing dryly.
Stiles nodded in agreement, panting heavily as he buried his face in Derek’s
neck. Every now and again he gently kissed the skin, closing his eyes as he
tried to let his body calm down.
Derek just relaxed into the seat, rubbing his hands constantly over every inch
of Stiles’ back. “Wish we were in my bed.” He mumbled.
“Me too.” Stiles mumbled, feeling like he was just on the verge of passing out.
“I just want to cuddle you and sleep all night.”
“You could, y’know.” Derek said, laughing a little. “Stay the night, I mean.”
“I’m grounded.” He whined, nuzzling his cheek against his skin. “Come stay at
my place.”
Derek groaned, “When are you going to be not grounded?” He asked, letting his
head smack against the back of the seat.
“Soon.” He murmured, nipping at his ear. “I don’t know if he’ll keep me
grounded on my birthday. I sure hope not.” Stiles slowly sat back so he could
look at him and grinned. “Come stay the night. We can cuddle all night.”
Derek snorted, “I think perhaps first we ought to clean ourselves up and head
back inside.” He said, glancing down at his stomach where Stiles’ orgasm was
starting to dry and stick. “I think we might have to sacrifice something to do
that though, ‘cause... I don’t have anything out here.”
“We can lick it off.” Stiles stated simply, really being of no help since he
was sleepy from orgasming twice in a short time. “I wanna go to bed with you in
my bed.”
Derek rolled his eyes, sighing. “All right, why don’t I clean us up, I’ll take
you upstairs and you can get a nap in, then we’ll go to your house and stay the
night. Does that sound okay?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at him. Stiles
just began whining in protest, burying his face in his neck as he tightened his
grip on him slowly.
Derek frowned, shaking his head. “Come on, Stiles. Work with me here.”
“I don’t want to let you go.” He said softly, nuzzling against his neck. “And
if I nap upstairs, won’t wake up to go home.” He mumbled, already starting to
drift off.
Derek nodded slowly, “All right, well, are you too tired to drive home then?
Because your dad can’t see me with you, unless you want to get even more
grounded.”
“Scott took my car.” He said softly, pulling away a little so he could look up
at him before he rubbed his eyes.
“Right...” Derek said and bit at his lip for a second. “Okay, so...” he started
and sighed. “Okay, you’re sex drunk and I have no idea what to do here.”
Stiles smiled a little before he dropped his head on his shoulder. “Uh, just
uh....Leave me in here and I’ll nap in the seat and then you can just uh...I
dunno take me home and I’ll go through the front door.”
Derek nodded, that sounding as good a plan as any - and he hadn’t been coming
up with good ones. “That works, I guess,” Derek said and rubbed his hands along
Stiles’ sides. “You’re going to have to move to the other seat though, I don’t
have the room to maneuver you off myself.”
Stiles nodded at that and sat up a little so he could kiss his cheek before he
climbed off of him. He mostly flung himself off of Derek so he could move with
less controlled effort and had to take a minute to just curl up on the seat and
close his eyes again. “Can I use your jacket?” He asked softly.
“Yeah, one sec,” Derek said and dug through the mess of clothes on the
floorboard, separating theirs out. To clean himself he sacrificed his boxers.
To clean Stiles, what little needed to be clean, he used the henley he’d
(Derek) been wearing. After that he put on his jeans, took his cigarettes and
his phone from his coat and pocketed them before covering Stiles with it. He
leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’ll be back down in a few
minutes,” he said, brushing his nose against the side of Stiles’ face.
Stiles smiled when Derek kissed him, opening his eyes before he looked him
over. “You’re sexy.” He told him softly, turning so he could kiss him. He soon
pulled away, wrapping Derek’s jacket more around him. “If the pizza is here,
bring back two boxes so we can eat at my place.”
Derek snorted, “I’ll bring back what the pack hasn’t devoured already.” He
said, climbing carefully out of the car. He shut the door as gently as he could
and still get it shut properly. He jogged around to the stairs, taking them two
at a time, not surprised to find that the pack was sitting around the platform,
eating and talking. They stopped when he came back in.
“Where’s Stiles?” Erica asked with a wink and Derek rolled his eyes.
“I gotta take him home. Did the pizza get here?” He asked.
“Like half an hour ago,” Boyd told him with a smirk. Derek blinked.
“Right,” he said and the three of them rolled their eyes almost in unison. He
shook his head and after grabbing a change of clothes for himself upstairs he
came back down. Erica met him at the stairs and held out a pizza box.
“We are most of it, but we left the one Stiles go for you two alone and there’s
a few cheese sticks in there too.” She offered. Derek gave her a small smile as
he took the box.
“Thanks, I’ll be back in the morning, probably,” he said and moved the pizza as
Erica wrapped him in a tight hug.
“Take care of him,” she said softly, pulling away and tucking her hair behind
her ear.
“I always do,” he said and gave Isaac an Boyd a wave which they returned before
he left to meet Stiles back in his car.
Stiles slowly made himself get dressed, mostly keeping his eyes closed as he
slowly moved his body. When he was finally dressed, he slowly moved to the
front seat and used Derek’s jacket as a blanket again.
It didn’t take himself too long to get comfortable before he closed his eyes
and let himself start to drift off again.
Derek got to the car not long after, setting his spare clothes and the pizza in
the backseat before climbing into the driver’s seat. He pulled out a cigarette
as he started the car before fastening his seat belt. As he lit up, he looked
over at Stiles, smirking a little. He hoped he wouldn’t have to finagle a way
to carry him inside. He shook his head, cracking the window a little and
starting the drive to Stiles’ house. Stiles curled up a little when the car
started, slowly opening his eyes before he glanced back over at Derek. “Der.”
He said softly, slowly closing his eyes again as he lifted his hand a little
and waved it a bit. “Hold my hand.”
Derek smirked, reaching over the console and catching Stiles’ hand before
lacing their fingers together. “Get some sleep, you’ll be home in no time.” He
said softly, giving Stiles’ hand a small squeeze as he one-hand turned onto the
road.
“Yeah, I can do that too.” He said softly, leaning over and dropping his head
on Derek’s shoulder before he drifted off to sleep quickly.
Derek chuckled, turning his head to kiss the top of Stiles’ before focusing his
eyes back on the road. He drove a little slow, wanting to enjoy the drive and
also wanting to give Stiles a little time to sleep before having to walk from
the park to his house.
***** Epiphany *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The two of them still made decent time getting to the park and Derek turned off
the car when he parked, trailing his hand across Stiles cheek and his nose.
“Time to wake up,” he said softly.
Stiles groaned in protest and slowly opened his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows a
little as he looked up at him. He had started to drool on Derek’s shoulder, but
he figured that Derek wouldn’t really mind it. “Where are we?” He asked softly,
rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
“The park where you parked my car that night. I didn’t know if your dad would
be home to see me dropping you off so I figured I’d just save time and park
here now.”
“No, no this is perfect.” He said softly, nuzzling his head on Derek’s shoulder
again for a moment before he slowly sat up and got out of the car. He grabbed
his backpack and moved it around his shoulders before looking back at Derek.
“Want me to put your clothes in here?”
“That’ll make things easier for me,” Derek said with a shrug as he got out of
the car, locking the doors, grabbing the pizza before he closed his door.
“I wish that you could give me a piggy-back ride.” He mumbled, putting Derek’s
clothes in his backpack. “But that can wait for another day.”
Derek laughed, “Agreed.” He walked around the car with the pizza, unashamedly
looking at Stiles’ ass as Stiles put his clothes into the backpack.
Stiles shifted his hips and swayed them side to side as he packed his clothes,
needing some movement to wake himself up. He soon stood back up and closed the
car door and looked back at him. “Ready?”
“Huh...? Oh, yeah,” Derek said, registering what Stiles had asked a half-second
after. “Lead the way,” he said before clearing his throat, a red flush creeping
on his cheeks just a bit.
Stiles blinked slowly and slowly smiled wider as he took his hand and leaned
against him. “Did you uh, just check out my ass?”
“Maybe...” Derek said, holding back a smile. “Though you can’t say you haven’t
done the same to me.”
“I’m always looking at your butt.” He replied, bumping their hips together.
Derek rolled his eyes, “Exactly my point.” He said with a light laugh, tugging
a little at Stiles’ hand as he started walking towards the park exit.
“Well have you seen how awesome your butt it? I’m pretty sure you could bounce
money off of it.”
“Please don’t,” Derek laughed, shaking his head.
“Wow rude.” Stiles laughed a little as he leaned against him. “So I think I’m
going to get you an award for being the world’s coolest boyfriend.”
“An award, huh,” Derek said, raising his eyebrows over at him.
“Yeah. You’re really the coolest. I mean, fuck. I could go on about you for
days.” Stiles grinned up at him as he intertwined their fingers together.
“You’re just incredible.”
“Maybe you just don’t know me yet,” Derek said, his smile fading a little.
“There’s a lot of things I’ve done, that I will likely have to do that not even
you could look past.”
Stiles stopped walking, keeping a hold of Derek’s hand as he stared at him.
“Don’t say that.” He told him softly.
“What am I supposed to do, lie?” He asked, stopping too. “Say that I haven’t
done terrible things? Say just because people used me, that the bad things that
happened weren’t just as much my fault? Say that they won’t happen again -
because that’s a load of shit. I’m not the person you like to think I am Stiles
and I’m not pretending to be either.” He said and huffed a breath. He didn’t
want to start an argument, not on the side of the road, not with Stiles. “I’m
sorry, that’s just the way I see it.”
Stiles looked really upset by his his words and swallowed hard, looking down at
the ground as he tried to think of what he could say. “I’ve done some bad
things too, Derek, but that doesn’t mean that you should stop liking me. It
doesn’t mean that I’m not the person that you think that I am either or that I
don’t have good things about myself.” He said softly, letting go of Derek’s
hand as he took a step back. “Just because you’ve had bad happen in your life,
it doesn’t mean you’re ruined, Derek. It...” He trailed off, almost saying that
it didn’t mean that he shouldn’t love him. He swallowed hard, feeling his heart
pound in his chest and his eyes glaze over from the sting of Derek’s
insecurities and emotional pain mixing with his own.
Derek pulled his hands down his face, working them around his neck and locking
them together. He could feel how upset Stiles was now, smell it in the air and
it made it hard for him to breathe. “You are my anchor, Stiles. I couldn’t
possibly stop caring about you or liking you. That doesn’t mean that I feel
like i deserve how good you are to me. I can’t focus as well when you’re not
around because I’m always worried that something’s going to happen. I want to
be next to you every second, to do what I am supposed to do as your alpha.” He
said and let his hands fall to his side, taking a small step towards him.
“The bad things in my life, they’re what kept me sane before you came along. I
let my anger drive me, anchor me down. Now that you’re with me, I don’t know
what to do with it anymore. I feel lost. I want... God, Stiles - I want you.
None of this fucking matters to me. Killing Jackson is important, the alpha
pack is important, but nothing else matters to me if I can’t keep you safe and
I - I know from my past that I can’t do that. I didn’t keep my family safe from
Kate, I didn’t go with Laura and keep her safe from our uncle, I didn’t keep
anyone safe from him. Who’s going to be next?”
He slowly blinked his eyes, sitting down at the edge of the sidewalk and
angrily taking out a cigarette. “Every time I let my guard down with someone,
they die. If that happened to you, I would leave. I would leave and I’d have
never come back, which is what I should have done with Laura. She was my alpha,
I shouldn’t have let her leave like that. She shouldn’t have gone alone... Left
me alone.”
Stiles quickly moved his arms around his neck tightly, pulling him close and
holding him there. “I’m yours. I’m yours.” He repeated softly, running his
fingers through his hair. “You aren’t going to lose me, Derek. You won’t.” He
said softly. He didn’t know what to do to help Derek feel better about
everything.
“I want to take your pain, Derek. I wish that I could take all of your pain
away so you didn’t have to feel like this.” He moved his hands to cup Derek’s
face, resting their foreheads together as he stared up at him. “Let me take
some of it, Derek. Let me in and talk to me. I cannot physically take
everything away, but I can emotionally. You tried your best and while it seems
like things always go wrong, I promise that it won’t with me. I won’t let
myself get killed, Derek! I won’t let you be left alone ever again.”
Derek knew that Stiles was basically asking him to trust him. That’s what it
all boiled down to; trust. That’s what he had to ask himself - if he trusted
Stiles. If he cared about him enough to stop shutting him out of everything...
If he loved him.
“Okay,” he said in answer, the most his raw sounding voice would let him past
the lump in his throat. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know, everything.
All of it.” He said and lifted his hands to hold Stiles’ wrists.
Stiles nodded slowly, smiling a little for Derek’s sake as he looked into his
eyes. “Okay.” He told him softly. “Just let me be your anchor and I’ll do my
best to help you.” He searched his eyes for a moment, not sure what exactly
for. He felt like he had given Derek an unspoken ‘I love you’ and it felt
completely right. He slowly moved one of his hands out of Derek’s grip and
moved his arm around his neck before kissing him.
“Let’s just um..” He started, clearing his throat and swallowing hard to clear
the lump that refused to go away. “Let’s just go back to your place and take it
from there.” He said, getting up from the sidewalk and tucking the filter of
his cigarette between his lips, taking a long drag and exhaling it sharply.
Stiles nodded and kissed his cheek softly before he pulled away from him and
took his hand again. “Yeah, let’s go.” He said softly.
Derek kept a soft grip on Stiles’ hand the whole way, glad that Stiles was
carrying the pizza so he could smoke and calm down. It helped almost as much as
Stiles’ slowly calming heart helped. He’d finished his cigarette by the time
that they reached the tall fence that separated Stiles’ yard from their
neighbors and he snuffed it out under his foot. Stiles’ dad was home, though
the only light still on came from the kitchen.
“Should I check if he’s awake or do you just want to go on ahead?” He asked.
“I’ll go on ahead.” Stiles told him softly, smiling a little at him. He gently
squeezed his hand before letting go, kissing his cheek. “Just head up to my
room and I’ll be there in just a few minutes. I’m gonna grab up some plates and
some drinks.” He murmured before he headed inside so he could get everything
out of the kitchen. He made his way through the lower level of the house
quietly, not wanting to draw attention if his father was still awake.
“All right,” Derek said and once Stiles was on his way to the front door, he
made his way to the back porch and started his way up to Stiles’ room. He
paused there, listening just in case. Relief flooded through him as he heard
the sheriff reading in his own room. He eased open the window and climbed
through, shutting the window behind him silently. He didn’t touch the light
switch, not wanting to draw attention any more than Stiles was trying to avoid
downstairs. He toed off his shoes, using the small bit of light from the window
to blindly find his way to the computer chair where he sat down and waited.
Stiles slowly tiptoed upstairs, casting a glance at his father’s room before he
looked back at his own door. He slowly went to his room and set the pizza on
his desk before he looked over at Derek. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to
check on my dad.” He whispered to him, undoing his jeans before he shimmied out
of them and pulled on some pajama pants to make it look like he wasn’t running
around all hours of the day.
He kissed his cheek softly, grinning a little before he went to go to his dad’s
room. He knocked lightly before he opened the door and poked his head in. “Hey,
Dad.” He said softly, smiling at him. “How’re you doing?”
John slowly looked up from the fishing magazine he’d been staring at and looked
up at Stiles. “Tired, but all right. Nothing went terribly wrong today, so
can’t complain.” He said and sighed as he tossed the magazine on his
nightstand, rubbing his hands across his eyes. “You have a good day at school?”
Stiles nodded at that, opening the door more. “Not much to tell. I helped Scott
study for his make up test so we’ll see how that went.” He said softly. “Did
you eat?”
“Yeah, the last of that salad you had in there for me.” He grumbled. “Anything
else would have required work to make, otherwise I’d have a happy stomach full
of bacon and eggs right now.”
“Hold that though, I’ll be right back.” Stiles piped up, heading to his room
and grabbing one of the plates he brought up for him and Derek before he dished
up a few slices and one of the cheese sticks he had planned on eating before he
headed back to the room. “Okay, okay, I know I told you that you aren’t really
supposed to eat this kind of pizza, but you deserve it and consider it kind of
a peace offering.” He smiled at his dad as he held it out to him.
John took the plate like it was the last plate of food on the planet. “I feel
like there’s a catch to this,” he said before picking up the cheese stick and
taking an unhealthily large bite. “But I’ll let it slide.” He said around the
bite of food. “You’re still grounded until next weekend.” He admonished, waving
the cheese stick at Stiles before taking another bite.
Stiles groaned at that, tilting his head back for a moment. “Of course I’m
still grounded, fair is fair. As long as I’m not grounded on my birthday, I
don’t really mind it.”
“Of course, you’re off the hook on your birthday.” John said, making a face.
“Why would I punish you on your birthday?”
“I don’t know! Some parents punish their kids on their birthdays as a form of
torture!” Stiles exclaimed with a laugh. “Also, uh, for my birthday, is it okay
with you if I spend some of it with Derek? I mean, of course we’ll go out to
dinner or something with you, me, Melissa, and Scott, like always, but yeah.
Also I didn’t say Derek for the dinner part because it’d probably be awkward
considering you almost arrested him the other day for thinking I was blowing
him while driving.”
John wiggled the cheese stick in his hand before setting it on the plate and
putting the plate on his night stand. “Look, kid. I’m not happy with your
behavior recently, you know that. And I still don’t know what’s really making
you do it - so... I guess what, I’m trying to say is that you can spend time
with Derek if you do me the small favor of letting me meet him. For real, maybe
at your birthday dinner, I don’t know. I just.. Want to make sure that you’re
dating someone that I can trust.” He said and gave Stiles a small smile.
“Don’t think I don’t realize how much older than you he is either.” He said,
raising his eyebrows at Stiles.
Stiles laughed a little at that and nodded. “Okay, I’ll talk to Derek and see
if he’ll come to dinner. I don’t think I’ll have to twist his arm too hard to
get him into the idea.” He said softly before raising his eyebrows at the
mention of the age difference. “True, but here is my counter to that. In a lot
of states, the age of consent thing is that as long as the adult party is seven
years older and below, it’s fine. So I was thinking maybe we could go along
with that rule?” Stiles interlocked his fingers together as he thought of what
to say.
“I know you’re worried, it’s the whole ‘I want what’s best for my kid’ fatherly
thing. But uh, with Derek...Everything feels so...right. It’s not just a
teenager falling for the bad boy thing, I can promise you that. He’s really
nice to me and he’s so good to me. He’s always making sure that I’m completely
comfortable with him and he listens to everything I say. He doesn’t just write
me off as some crazy hyperactive kid like most people at my school usually do,
he actually tries to take the time to understand my thought process and he’s
patient with me. He’s someone that I can open up to about things that I can’t
talk about with just anyone. I’m just really lucky to have someone like him in
my life and I really think I...” He trailed off, slowly smiling as he talked
about Derek. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that there
could be no other explanation.
He was completely and totally in love with Derek.
The longer Stiles went on about Derek, the more John grinned. “You love him...
Don’t you?” John asked.
Sitting in Stiles’ room, Derek was sitting on the edge of his seat, no longer
half-listening and the piece of pizza he’d been eating was frozen half-way up
to his mouth. He’d only just realized himself that all of his feelings weren’t
just because Stiles was his anchor - which in hindsight he should have realized
sooner - and now he was listening to Stiles go on to his dad about him and he
couldn’t move. He had to know the answer, he had to. He slowly lowered his food
to the plate and listened.
Stiles grinned as he thought more about it and nodded. “Yeah.” He finally spoke
up after a few moments. “I think I might be totally...in love.” The words
tingled on his lips once he finally said them, but they didn’t feel out of
place at all. He laughed a little, crossing his arms over his chest. “I am
actually...in love. Like, I thought I was in love with Lydia all that time, but
holy...shit. This is like...Huge. Holy shit..I’m actually in love with him.”
“Hey, language,” John said, but he was still smiling and he looked really
happy. “I’m really glad for you, son. I always hoped you’d find someone,
someone who’d give you something like what your mom and I had.” He said softly
and sniffed through his nose before picking his plate back up. “All right, go
on. Let your dad eat and get some sleep, huh?” He asked, leaning back on his
pillows.
Derek’s heart felt strangely calm as Stiles agreed with what his dad said,
where a moment before it had been wanting to implode. “Shit,” he breathed to
himself and he realized that Stiles probably hadn’t even thought about the fact
that he could hear every word. Or what if he had? He sighed and picked the
piece of pizza back up, deciding if Stiles didn’t say anything about it then he
wouldn’t ask. He doubted highly that Stiles wanted to tell him in that way, and
it wasn’t how Derek wanted to tell Stiles - eavesdropping and saying it back
when Stiles returned. He just waited, pensively eating and trying to look as
though he hadn’t heard a thing. It was a little harder, bringing his
indifferent mask up, because a million thoughts and possibilities were racing
through his head - but he did.
Stiles nodded and hugged his dad before he stood up. “Thanks for chatting and
stuff, sleep well.” He murmured before heading out of his father’s room.
He quietly crept to his room and opened the door before he remembered a few
very important things. Derek was in his bedroom. Derek was an alpha werewolf.
Werewolves had very good hearing. Oops. He couldn’t help but still feel really
happy though and that outweighed the mental beating he was doing to himself
almost completely. He slowly shut the door and locked it before he went over to
Derek and gently kissed his neck. “Sorry I took so long.”
“It’s okay,” Derek said, ignoring the urge to say something about Stiles’
conversation as soon as he walked in. He figured the best way to give himself
(and Stiles) an out was to ask questions about it that he’d know the answers
to, if he’d been listening. “How’s your dad?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Still intent on arresting me?”
“I think as long as he doesn’t think you’re defiling my innocence or just
fucking me in public, he’s cool with you. He wants you to come to my birthday
dinner so he can meet you from a real ‘my son’s first boyfriend’ perspective.”
He said softly, almost wondering if he should tell Derek about his epiphany.
“But uh...” He slowly trailed off, looking down at Derek’s mouth as he slowly
grinned. “I kind of like it when you ruin my innocence.”
Derek nodded, snorting a little at the last bit. “Eat your pizza you horny
little ferret,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at him before taking a bite of
his pizza to make his point - though he didn’t have much of a point.
Stiles smiled widely and shook his head. He quickly kissed Derek’s neck before
he grabbed a slice of pizza and moved to sit on the bed. “I expect you to sleep
in your boxers tonight, okay?”
Derek chuckled, “Jeans too much for you?” he asked, picking a piece of
pepperoni off of the second slice and popping it into his mouth.
“Yes. Because I want to cuddle with you in just our boxers. Be glad I’m willing
to let you wear any amount of clothing.”
“Yeah, yeah, all right.” Derek said, setting down his food. He leaned back in
the computer chair, tapping his foot on the ground a few times. “So, about what
I said earlier...” he said, his voice trailing.
“Mmm?” Stiles looked up at him as he took a bite of his slice of pizza. “What’s
up?”
“I just don’t want you to look at me differently, once you know everything.”
Derek murmured, slowly raising his eyes to look at Stiles. “I don’t even know
where to start first.”
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows and held his hand out to Derek. “I won’t.” He said
softly. “Come sit here with me.”
Derek got to his feet, taking Stiles’ hand and walking over. He sat at Stiles’
feet, resting his head against Stiles’ knee. He rubbed his cheek against
Stiles’ knee, closing his eyes and breathing slowly, trying to not let himself
get worked up.
Stiles smiled a little as he ran his fingers through Derek’s hair and bent down
to kiss his head softly. “Remember, if it gets really hard, you don’t have to
keep going. I’ll understand.”
“I just don’t know where to start...” He said quietly, opening his eyes a
little. Leaning back so he was resting against the side of the bed, letting his
head rest against the corner that the mattress and Stiles’ leg made.
Stiles nodded and moved his legs flat against the bed so he could put Derek’s
head on his lap. “It’s okay, Der. Don’t try to force it.” He told him softly,
running his fingers through his hair and gently massaging his scalp to help
relax him.
Derek nodded slightly and closed his eyes again, enjoying the feeling of
Stiles’ hands on his scalp. He thought for a while about what he should tell
Stiles first. The fact that he had figured anything out about loving Stiles so
fast was making that difficult. In all honesty, the thought of love and trying
to remember made him think of Paige... But he couldn’t speak about her. Never,
or at least not yet. He swallowed hard, he still wasn’t ready for that.
He thought about Kate next and he knew that was likely the easiest thing to
talk about, considering Stiles knew a little about it already. So, he decided,
I’ll tell him that.
“How much do you know about the fire?” Derek asked softly, opening his eyes and
staring up at the ceiling.
“Uh, somewhere between the basics and about everything from a police
perspective. I know about everyone who was involved, and then you told me that
you and Kate were together.” Stiles told him softly. “I don’t exactly know all
of the details, especially from your point of view.”
“Right,” Derek sighed out. “Kate was uh... Kate was my girlfriend - at least I
thought at the time. Probably should have realized the fact that the only time
she ever bothered to call, was to fuck or talk about my family, was a warning
sign. She’d always made it seem like she cared, like there was nothing more
important to her than learning about us. I figured, stupidly, that maybe
because of her family being hunters - that was the reason he didn’t talk about
them much.” He paused, biting at his lower lip.
“She’d told me the day before it happened that I should spend time with my
family, instead of with her, but I didn’t listen. The next day, Laura and I
were talking between classes and then all of a sudden we both feel this... This
hollow tearing in our chests and then Laura’s crying. and and she just kept
saying, ‘something’s happened to mom. Something is wrong... We have to go
home.’“ he paused to blink a few times.
“We didn’t even make it out of the school before we were called to the office
and the police told us what had happened. Laura, she’d stopped crying by then
and just looked... well, I’m sure you know the face I make when I’ve shut
down...” He said and brought his hand up to wipe at his face. “We lost all of
our family, our entire pack in just a few moments. The sick thing about the
whole thing isn’t just that it happened either -there were people in that
house, humans. My brother being one of them.”
“Laura talked to the police the most - I ended up just sitting and waiting.” He
laughed a little. “I remember this kid, at the station hugged me because he
said I looked like I needed it. I think I kind of scared him, ‘cause I growled
and told him to go away...” he said and cleared his throat. “After we left, we
stayed at a motel and once things had calmed down she put the family money into
setting Peter up for his care in the hospital and getting us as far away from
Beacon Hills as possible.”
He lifted his head from the bed and looked down at his hands. “I had nightmares
for almost a year after the fire. I was a stupid kid, but even I knew that Kate
had something to do with it. I hated her, I wanted to kill her, but I blame
myself just as much for being so blinded by a beautiful woman.” He spun his
bracelet around his wrist.
“In my dreams I’d be standing outside the house watching. Looking between the
flames and seeing them die with Kate standing there next to me laughing as if
it were actually funny. The first few months I’d try to save them in the dream
and I’d wake up with Laura holding me because I’d scream for them in my sleep.”
Derek clenched his jaw, taking a shaky breath.
“It turned from that to me dreaming I was killing Kate. I’d sink my claws into
her and she’d still laugh. Those were worse because I’d wake up and Laura would
be pinning me down, screaming at me to wake up, to shift back... They didn’t
really stop until Laura and I finally talked about why I was having them and
even then it took a while for them to stop. She’ alway tell me it wasn’t my
fault, that I couldn’t have known, but it wasn’t true even if she believed it.
I saw it after the fire, I should have seen it before.”
Stiles listened patiently to everything that Derek had to say, continuing to
try and soothe him. “Derek, there was no way that you could have known. She
made it so that it seemed like she was completely interested in you and she did
her best to do it so you wouldn’t suspect otherwise. She was psychotic, Derek.”
He told him softly, feeling a dull ache as he thought more about how much it
still hurt Derek. “She’s a manipulator and she would have done it one way or
the other.” He murmured.
He thought about how Derek mentioned a kid at the station, furrowing his
eyebrows before he realized just who he was talking about. “Oh my god, Derek.
That kid was me. I remember I was at the station with my dad when the call came
in. He told me to stay put because he needed to help some kids. And then he got
back and told me he had a lot to work. And then I saw you sitting there, with
your head in your hands and I told my dad that I was going to go talk to you,
because my mom had always told me that if when someone’s hurt, the best thing
that you can do is find a way to ease some of their pain.” He smiled a little,
running his fingers over his cheek.
“He uh, told me to leave you alone, that you just went through something
horrible. Honestly, that just made me want to help you more. So I went over and
hugged you so that I could try to take some of your pain. It looks like I’ve
been trying to be there for you and take your pain away since the beginning.”
He felt so bad that Derek had to suffer through nightmares and go through even
more pain. He didn’t know what he could say to help him feel better, since
there always seemed to be more pain for him to go through. “If you still ever
get nightmares, I’m here for you. Even if you have to run to my room and shake
me awake to talk, I’m always willing to listen and comfort you in any way that
I can.”
Derek frowned, “That was you?” He asked, “Jesus...” He whispered and shook his
head. “I haven’t had a nightmare since Laura died, but I’ll take you up on that
if I need to if you do the same.” He said and leaned his head back to look up
at Stiles. “So now you know everything about Kate.” He said.
Stiles nodded and bent down so he could kiss his forehead softly. “Thank you
for telling me, Derek.” He told him softly. “I know it wasn’t easy to confide
something like that in me, so really, thank you for trusting me that much.”
Derek nodded. “After everything that’s happened since I got back, I need to
start trusting someone and if I can’t trust my anchor then what’s the point?”
He asked, raising his hand to brush his fingers across Stiles’ cheek.
Stiles slowly grinned at that and nodded as he ran his fingers through his
hair. “That’s very true. Are you ready to get under the covers so I can
aggressively cuddle you all night?”
“If you’re finished eating,” Derek said, chuckling. “Thank you... For
listening, and trying to make me feel better - today, and that day... I don’t
think it helped, but it was the attempt that matters, I guess.”
“Well yeah, of course I’ll listen to you and help you feel better. That’s what
anchors and boyfriends are for.”
Derek smirked, slowly getting to his feet, “So, birthday dinner. With your
dad.” He said, remembering what Stiles had said before the whole heart-to-
heart.
Stiles paused a little, cocking his head as he watched Derek. “So you were
listening?”
“You told me I was going to have an awkward ass birthday dinner with your dad,
of course I was listening,” Derek said, though he knew that’s likely not what
Stiles was asking.
Stiles moved under his covers, slowly grinning as he cocked his head. “Oh yeah.
It probably will be kind of awkward. Especially since you’ll end up having two
parents judging you.” He grinned at him, holding his hands out to him. “Strip
faster. I want to cuddle your hot body.”
Derek rolled his eyes, “So demanding.” He teased, working his shirt over his
head, and then stripped his jeans off before crawling under the covers with
Stiles. “Wait, two parents?” He asked, keeping up the lie. It honestly wasn’t
that hard.
“Mhmm, we always go out to dinner with Scott and his mom on birthdays.” He said
softly, shamelessly staring at his body as he stripped. He slowly grinned,
moving his leg around his waist so he could curl up with him more. “Fuck, you
are gorgeous.”
Derek hummed in response, cuddling up closer to him and slipping his top arm
around Stiles waist. “Mmhmm, ditto.” He said with a smirk.
Stiles slowly grinned at that and raised his eyebrows. “You really think so?”
He asked softly as he traced his side.
“Stiles, I don’t stay with people I don’t find at least semi-attractive. You’re
definitely in my top 5 sexiest people I’ve been with.” He said with a laugh.
“Though in my defense the number I’ve been with doesn’t even make the double
digits.”
“So, does it count if I say you’re my number one when you’re my only one?”
Stiles asked with a grin as he leaned forwards and ran the tip of his tongue
along his jaw.
“It does, I think,” he said and laughed when Stiles licked him. “I shouldn’t
have started the whole licking thing, huh?”
“Well, it’s in your blood to lick things you like.”
“That’s not how it works, Stiles,” Derek chuckled. “Besides, as you know, the
way I mark things I like requires a bit more teeth and a bit less tongue.”
Stiles snorted a little and gently bumped their noses together. “Yeah, I know
that first hand. So, you wanna hang out after school tomorrow?”
“We did talk about having that movie night. I figured I’d probably spend the
day cleaning up for that, set up for the full moon, all that... fun stuff.”
“Do you need me to help you out with anything?” He asked him softly as he ran
his fingers over back of his neck gently. “Oh yeah, so I changed my tattoo
design a little. I want a triskele with honeysuckle growing around the spirals.
Now I just need to figure out when I should get it done, and also talk to my
dad about it.”
Derek nodded, “You know, you’ll be able to get it without his permission if you
just wait for your birthday.”
“Eh, I figured I should at least do one thing right while I’m still in high
school.”
“Point taken,” Derek said and nuzzled his face into Stiles’ neck, curling up
against him. “The inks should be in soon, so whenever you’re ready.”
Stiles nodded and shivered a little at the feeling. “Fuck, your scruff is
tickling me.”
Derek laughed, “Is that your way of saying I need to shave?”
“No, it’s just my way of saying that you’re tickling me.” Stiles snickered.
Derek rolled his eyes, “Wow, it was so subtle though. Can you blame me for
being so confused?” He asked sarcastically.
“Don’t be, I like your scruff. It’s adorable.” Stiles murmured as he closed his
eyes.
Derek huffed, “You must be really tired if you can’t recognize that as
sarcasm.”
“Most of the time I just ignore your sarcasm.” He piped up.
“Same here... I try to anyway,” Derek said, adjusting his arm so he could trace
his fingers across Stiles’ back.
“You can’t ignore my sarcasm, you love my sarcasm.” Stiles murmured sleepily,
yawning lightly as he ran his fingers through Derek’s hair again. “Who would’ve
thought that Derek Hale is such a cuddler? I should call you Cuddles.”
“I’m going to have so many nicknames I’m going to lose track, aren’t I?” Derek
asked quietly, restraining himself from yawning as well after Stiles did. “Then
again, I’d have to be keeping track at all, which I’m not.” he said with a
laugh.
“Wow, rude.” Stiles laughed lightly. “Ugh, I’m tired. Sex with werewolves takes
a lot out of a guy.”
“Then go to sleep,” Derek murmured, brushing his cheek against Stiles’ neck
again.
Stiles squirmed a little at the feeling before he nodded. “Mmm. Night Derek.”
He said softly, feeling himself already drifting off.
“Night, Stiles,” Derek whispered, letting the sound of Stiles’ breathing lull
him to sleep.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm so sorry for the lack of update last week! We both got really
     busy and it completely spaced my mind that I needed to update.
     Anyways, thanks for being so patient with us!
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Chapter Notes
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Derek woke up to the sound of Stiles’ mildly irritating alarm, groaning and
taking the pillow to cover his ears. “Stiles...” he grumbled, “alarm.”
Stiles groaned and moved his limbs tighter around Derek as he whined in
protest. “No.” He said softly, nuzzling Derek’s hair. “Five more minutes, Mr.
Bubbles.” He mumbled.
“Does it turn itself off?” He asked, moving the pillow from his face to look at
Stiles. The sunlight shining in the room made him squint.
Stiles let out an incoherent jumble of words before he groaned again. “Maybe if
you put it in your mouth.” He mumbled in his sleep.
“You are so not a morning person,” Derek grumbled back, trying to ignore the
sound of the music until a minute or so later when it stopped. “Thank God,” he
breathed, nuzzling his way closer to Stiles neck. “You need a better alarm.
Something less... Grating, after just waking up.”
Stiles let out another incoherent noise. “Don’t bite down. Doesn’t like that.”
He murmured before squirmed a little. “No, noooo, Mr. Cat, not on the neck.
Giraffe’ll get jealous.”
Derek pulled away from Stiles neck and raised his eyebrows. “Stiles?” He asked,
holding back laughter. “Stiles are you even awake?”
Stiles moved to bury his face in his neck, holding him a bit tighter before he
slowly began to lick his shoulder and drool all over him. “Oh my god, my
boyfriend is disgusting,” Derek laughed, trying very weakly to push Stiles
away. “Dude, come on. Why?”
Stiles mumbled against his skin and started to lick him again before he nuzzled
against him. “Thanks for the ice cream.” He mumbled lightly to him. “S’all for
now.”
Derek sighed, “Stiles!” He said loudly. He hoped Stiles wouldn’t be too upset
with him, but clearly an alarm and saying his name repeatedly at a normal tone
wasn’t doing anything.
Stiles yelled out and jumped away from Derek, falling right off of the side off
the bed and taking the blankets with him as he hit the floor with a thud.
“Fuck...” He groaned out, rubbing his head. Derek tried to catch him before he
fell, only managing to get a fistful of the blankets instead.
“You okay?” he asked, grimacing. “I am so sorry.”
Stiles let out a loud groan, wiggling his leg that was still halfway on the
bed. “You’re not nice.”
“And you were talking about ice cream and giraffes in your sleep.” Derek said
with a chuckle. He offered his hands out to Stiles. “Let me help you up.”
Stiles groaned a little and took his hand before he climbed onto the bed. He
thought for a few moments before he climbed right onto Derek’s lap and wrapped
his limbs around him tightly. “Mmmm, much better.”
Derek laughed, “Yeah, how’s your head?” he asked, reaching up to brush his
fingers lightly against where Stiles had smacked it.
“Maybe if you kiss me better it won’t hurt.” Stiles winked at him.
Derek snorted. “Worth a shot,” he said, pulling Stiles’ head down to press
their lips together. Stiles grinned against his mouth, nipping lightly at his
lip before gently running his tongue over it. Derek smirked in return, opening
his mouth a little more and catching Stiles’ tongue with his own. He eased back
down onto the bed, laying down. Stiles slowly lowered a hand while the other
rested on the back of his neck, running it over his chest and stomach gently as
he slid his tongue into his mouth. He lightly ran his nails over his chest,
making little marks every now and again.
Derek hummed happily. He ran his tongue along the side of Stiles’. He worked
his fingertips under the waistband of Stiles’ boxers, grabbing Stiles’ ass with
both hands. Stiles slowly grinned and pulled away a little so he could rest
their foreheads together. “Is that your favorite place to put your hands?”
“One of them,” Derek said with a smirk. “Why?”
Stiles snorted a little and rolled his eyes. “Well, at least your hands aren’t
cold.”
“Kind of a werewolf perk. The uh, the healing ability makes our body temp run a
little higher than humans.” Derek said, shrugging.
Stiles raised his eyebrows a little and thought about it before he nodded. “No
wonder I like cuddling with you.”
“And here I thought it was because I’m special,” Derek teased, giving Stiles’
ass a squeeze.
“Nah, I wouldn’t go that far.” Stiles laughed, nuzzling their noses together
before he leaned up and gently bit at his nose.
“I do believe I should be offended by that,” Derek laughed, nipping back at
him.
“You’re super special. So special that words can’t describe.” He murmured as he
cupped Derek’s face in his hands and brushed their lips together. “You’re
special in more ways than one, that’s for sure.”
“That’s more like it,” Derek murmured, bumping their noses together. “You
should probably get ready for school...” He said after a moment.
“I don’t want to get ready for school. I want to stay here and give my really
warm werewolf boyfriend a ton of attention and affection.” Stiles piped up as
he smiled widely at him.
“And I don’t want you to go to school at all, but you can’t always get what you
want,” Derek said, smiling back up at him. “Unless you’re willing to skip
school.”
“I think you’re becoming a bad influence on me, Der.” Stiles joked, raising his
eyebrows a little. “Mmmm...I think I might be able to do that.”
“If I get to spend a day with you, I don’t care if I’m a bad influence.” Derek
said with a laugh. “Besides, I think we deserve a day off.”
“Mmmm, that we do.” Stiles thought about the pros and cons of spending the day
with Derek and skipping school and slowly nodded. “I’ll stay with you.”
“Hmmm, perfect,” Derek said and shifted his legs under Stiles hips. “I’ve got
some ideas as to what we can do,” he said, grinning.
“Like what?” Stiles grinned down at him, crooking an eyebrow a little as he
cocked his head.
“Breakfast somewhere, go back to my place, set up your present and then do
whatever for a few hours. Maybe each other if you play nice.” He said with a
wink. “Then movie night and... I don’t have anything planned after that.”
“I’m liking all of those ideas very much.” Stiles said softly, kissing his jaw
softly before making a small trail down to his neck before gently biting. “I
could make you breakfast. Like actual breakfast.”
“Mmmm, that could work too,” he said, tilting his head to the side to give
Stiles better access.
“I’m gonna make you some awesome breakfast. It’ll be like an orgasm in your
mouth, and then hopefully you’ll orgasm in my mouth.” Stiles snickered as he
bit down a bit harder.
Derek hummed in response, taking in a slow breath between his lips. “Y’know...
gonna be hard sitting through breakfast with you doing that to me now instead
of after.”
Stiles grinned and sat up a little so that he could look at him. “What makes
you think that I wasn’t planning this?”
Derek rolled his eyes, “Guess I should have known better from the last time I
stayed all night.”
“My bed is awesome for sex.” Stiles said softly. “One of these days, I want to
have intense headboard banging against the wall sex.”
Derek laughed, groaning as he remembered his bed. “Fuck,” he said and brought
his hands to cover his face. “I forgot about my bed... helping Erica, I didn’t
even think about cleaning it after.”
“I’ll help you clean it off.” He said softly before he leaned down and slowly
licked up his neck. “I can probably do that with a lot of things really.”
Derek chuckled, “I bet you could.” Derek said and moved his hands from his
face, resting them on Stiles’ lower back.
“There’s that unicorn of a smile.” Stiles said softly, nipping at his jaw. “So
uh, dessert or breakfast first?”
“Ask a person that, you should know the answer is going to be dessert,” Derek
said with a laugh.
“Well you aren’t exactly a normal person, so uh, you never know with you.”
Stiles grinned against his skin before he began to kiss down his neck.
“I can be normal,” Derek said defensively, tracing his fingers lightly up
Stiles’ back. “Normal’s just... boring.”
“Exactly. I don’t want normal. Especially since I’m dating a sexy as fuck
werewolf.” He said softly before he pulled away and slowly smirked. “I think we
should have some wicked awesome rough sex.”
Derek raised his eyebrows up at him, half-smiling. “And what exactly is your
definition of rough here?”
“I don’t freaking know, I was hoping you would brainstorm with me and help me
figure it out. I’m mostly just rolling with the different ideas in my head when
they come.”
Derek smiled completely then and laughed. “Okay, okay, I get it.” He said and
bit his lower lip as he thought. “We could just roll with it, y’know. Do
nothing we haven’t already done, but leave what happens up to the moment. Be
spontaneous.”
“That sounds good.” Stiles murmured, gently bumping his nose to Derek’s.
“Basically as long as I end up with your dick in me, I’m pretty happy.”
Derek laughed, “So you keep telling me.” He said and lifted his head to press
their lips together.
Stiles kissed him back, grinning against his mouth before he pulled away and
sat up. “So if we’re gonna bang, you totally don’t need these anymore.” He said
softly, dipping his fingers under the waistband of his boxers. He slowly got a
mischievous look on his face and lifted the band of them before quickly letting
go so it could audibly smack down against Derek’s skin.
Derek growled a little in response. “You don’t need yours either.” Derek said,
narrowing his eyes at him.
“That’s very true. You could rip them off of me.”
Derek raised his eyebrows. “Don’t care if these are ruined then, I guess?”
“Nah, these are a dime a dozen. And I think it would be sexy to see you be an
alpha male.”
“So you want me to be your alpha then?” He asked, sitting up with Stiles as he
let his eyes shift red. “Because you should know, I’m totally fine with that.”
He said, smirking.
Stiles couldn’t stop himself from letting out a low moan as he stared into
Derek’s eyes. “Oh, fuck yes.” He breathed.
Derek grinned, pressing their mouths together as he lowered his hands to
Stiles’ boxers. Even with permission he still felt a little bad when he ripped
his claws into the elastic to tear it before shifting his nails back. Stiles
grinned against his mouth, biting at his lip as he lifted his hips a little. He
slowly pulled away and raised his eyebrows. “So it’s official. You being rough
with me is hot as fuck.” He murmured as he leaned forwards before gently biting
Derek’s lip.
“Oh, I’m just getting started,” Derek grinned, tearing Stiles’ boxers off the
rest of the way. He wrapped his arm firmly around Stiles’ back, quickly
flipping them over. He fervently pressed their lips together, working to get
his own boxers off with one hand without ripping them off. Stiles grunted
against his mouth lightly before he quickly got caught up in Derek’s kiss as
the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck quickly began to prick up. He
nipped playfully at Derek’s lip, trying to do something to keep his mind
working just a little. Derek slipped his tongue into Stiles’ mouth, throwing
his boxers away from the bed the second he’d worked them off. He rested his
arms on either side of Stiles’ head, sighing happily through his nose.
Stiles lifted his hips up to lightly rut against Derek’s and torture him just a
bit. He groaned lightly against his mouth and rubbed his tongue against his.
Derek groaned a little into Stiles’ mouth, breaking the kiss. He immediately
latched his mouth onto Stiles’ neck, biting down. He lowered his hand between
their hips, palming his hand against their cocks, pressing them against each
other.
Stiles cried out and bucked his hips up against Derek’s. He quickly moved his
hands to his hips and dug his nails into his skin. “Holy shit, Der.” He whined
lightly as he rocked his hips up against him. Derek smiled a little against
Stiles’ neck, keeping his teeth against him as he pulled away, grazing the skin
until it wouldn’t pull with his teeth any farther and slipped out. He flattened
his tongue against the spot, licking the imprint. He pressed his hand against
their cocks a little rougher, stroking slowly.
Stiles cursed loudly at the feeling and writhed under Derek for a moment. He
began clawing at Derek’s hips until he felt his nails breaking the skin. He let
out a keening noise and moved his hands to Derek’s ass before pressing him down
so he could move more against his hips.
Derek moaned against Stiles’ neck, huffing a breath through his mouth. “Why do
we never grab the lube before we start doing this?” He asked, panting out a
laugh, running the tip of his tongue up Stiles’ neck to his ear.
“That’s a very good question.” Stiles laughed a bit breathlessly, raising a
hand a little before he slapped Derek’s ass. “Fetch, boy.”
Derek growled, fixing his still red eyes on Stiles before moving them over to
the nightstand. He stepped a leg off the bed just long enough to grab the lube
before coming back over. “Just so you know,” he started, using his thumb to
press open the bottle. “Every time you make a dog joke, I’m going to find a way
to torture you.”
Stiles could stop himself from smirking as he raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?
Maybe you should find a way to punish me.” He said softly, propping himself up
on his elbows. “I really wanna see what you can come up with. Or you can keep
growling at me. That’s hot too.”
“Or maybe me not growling can be your punishment.” He said, grinning. He tapped
the lid of the lube on Stiles’ nose, bringing it back down so he could squeeze
a bit onto his fingers. “Turn around.” He said, flicking his eyes up to Stiles
as he sat the lube down, warming what was on his fingers.
“You could make me.” Stiles piped up but soon obliged anyways and rolled over
onto his stomach. “We’re gonna have to make use of my collar soon. I really
wanna test it out one of these days.” He said softly, wiggling a little by
rolling his hips on the bed.
“We could do that later today.” Derek suggested. “Don’t worry about it right
now.” He said, reaching his clean hand up to grab Stiles’ large pillow. “Onto
your knees for me.”
Stiles groaned a little in protest but did what he was told and got onto his
hands and knees for Derek. “I guess I can listen to you this once.”
“You’d better damn well listen,” Derek muttered to him, shoving the pillow
under Stiles and pressing down on the small of Stiles’ back so his hips rested
on the pillow. “Because I won’t repeat myself right now.”
“What happens if you have to repeat yourself for me?” He asked curiously,
glancing back at him with a grin on his face.
Derek slowly lifted his eyes to meet Stiles’. “You can go to school and I’ll go
home.” Derek said, smirking a little.
“Oh my god, why? That’s not even fair.” Stiles whined, dropping his head down
onto his bed.
“And having to repeat myself when I’m doing both of us a favor isn’t fair
either,” Derek said with a chuckle. He ran he dry hand along Stiles’ back,
lightly trailing his nails along his skin. “But I don’t think you’ll have any
problems being a good boy, right?”
Stiles shook his head at that, closing his eyes as his arms quickly became
covered in goosebumps. “No, I’ll keep being good for you.” He said softly.
“Because when it comes to the bedroom,” he said softly, bringing his hand to
Stiles’ ass and palming the cheeks apart so he could lightly trace his finger
against his hole. “Doing things like this, you like being obedient, being a
good boy. Being mine.”
Stiles gasped out and whined against his bedding as he squirmed a little at the
feeling. “I love being yours. Especially now that I know I can get you like
this.” He said softly.
“You can always have me like this,” Derek murmured to him, leaning over him so
he could press a kiss to his back. “I’m yours, you’re mine - and I won’t let
anything...” Derek said and started to ease his first finger in. “Or anyone,
take you away from me. Not now, not ever.”
Stiles let out a low moan, reacting mostly to Derek’s voice. “I - Fuck, Derek.
Nothing can take me from you.” He groaned lightly, really, really liking Derek
this way.
“Or me from you.” Derek added softly, slowly working his finger in up to the
knuckle. He leaned over Stiles again, pressing kisses across Stiles’ shoulder
blades as he started to work his finger in an out of him.
Stiles let out a light noise, starting to breathe heavily as he slowly rocked
his hips a little. “Never.” He said softly, reaching back so he could hold his
hand out for Derek to take. “I’m yours. You’re mine.” He groaned out. Derek
took the offered hand, squeezing it as he let Stiles rock back against his
hand. He took his finger out partially, just long enough that he could slip in
another next to it, curving them so they would hit Stiles’ sweet spot.
Stiles cried out and moaned louder as he let his head drop back down to the
bed. He closed his eyes tightly at the feeling, canting his hips a little in an
attempt to help him brush against it again. “S-So uh, are we gonna fuck Doggy-
Style because it’s a...alpha male mounting his mate or something sort of
thing?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking that, mostly wanting to bug Derek
a little.
Derek huffed a breath through his lips, the warmth hitting Stiles’ back and
warming his own face. “We’re fucking like this because you wanted rough, it’s
just easier this way.” He said, pressing his fingers against Stiles’ prostate
for a second, going back to his slow steady thrusting of his hand immediately
after.
“I’m just gonna keep believing it’s a dominant wolf - Fuck!” Stiles exclaimed,
his voice raising in pitch for a moment as he squeezed Derek’s hand. “O-Okay,
okay, okay....I uh...I think I need your dick in me like now. O-Or I’m not
gonna last at all and I will be soooo disappointed in myself.” He rambled
quickly, writhing a little under Derek.
“You think?” Derek asked, smirking. “All right, I’ll play nice.” He said, but
just to fuck with Stiles he brushed his fingers against Stiles’ prostate one
last time before slipping them out. He gave Stiles hand a small squeeze before
letting go so he could grab the lube again, warming it up on his fingers before
slicking himself up. “Remember your safe word, just in case I get too...
Enthusiastic, for lack of a better word.” Derek said, waiting for Stiles’
confirmation.
Stiles let out a loud whine before groaning a little. “O-Okay, I’m remembering
the safe word and ignoring the urge to kick you.” He said softly, letting his
hand fall so he could grip the bedding tight in both hands.
Derek let out a soft snort, shaking his head. He responded only by giving
Stiles’ ass a firm smack, rubbing his hand over the cheek as he moved to rest
it on Stiles’ hip. He lifted his cock with his other hand, lining himself up
with Stiles’ hole and exhaling audibly as he brushed his tip against it. He
pressed his hips forward as he guided himself in, at the same time bringing
Stiles’ hips closer with his hand. “I love it when you’re like this,” he
breathed, staring with half-lidded eyes at Stiles.
Stiles let out a yelp when Derek spanked him, canting his hips before he bit
his lip. He didn’t know why he liked that so much, but he knew that he was
going to have to start asking Derek to start doing it more often for him. “Y-
Yeah?” He asked, squirming a little when Derek began to fill him. “I love it
when you fuck me, so I guess we’re even.” He laughed a little before moaning
lightly and burying his face in the bedding.
Derek huffed out a laugh, sighing once he’d gotten half way in. He pulled his
hips away, the starting thrust before he started to push himself farther in
with each rock of his hips. He had both hands on Stiles’ hips now and once he
was to the point where he’d been burying himself all the way into him, he
started to push-pull harder and faster.
Stiles whined a little at first before he gasped and gripped his bedding
tighter. He cursed lightly under his breath between his light moaning. His
noises slowly began to increase in volume as Derek’s pace increased. He quickly
bit down on his comforter to muffle his noises and felt it quickly start to get
wet due to the saliva pooling in his mouth from his arousal.
Derek kept his pace steady, increasing only the force with which he pressed
into Stiles. He listened carefully to Stiles, anticipating every sound he made
and biting his lower lip as he tilted his head back. He was going to come
pretty quick at this rate, but he didn’t care. Stiles wanted rough, he was
going to get it. He pressed his fingertips into Stiles’ hips to keep him from
shifting in a way that might make him slip out, his breath coming in short and
quick pants. “Fuck,” he moaned out.
Stiles bucked his hips and squirmed under Derek’s grip a little as he tried to
move with him. He let out a muffled shout against the bedding and had to stop
biting it so he could throw his head back and let out a loud moan. He
remembered how Derek reacted to when he was loud in his car, so he was going to
try his best to give Derek what he wanted. He began letting out a medley of
half-curses and moans, all quickly forming into a mixture of a moan and a shout
when he came hard.
A very tiny part of his brain wanted him to go climb under a rock and die for
coming so fast, but the rest of him was enjoying the very strong climax that he
was still riding the high off of. The poor kid even blacked out for a moment.
Derek’s fingers twitched harder into Stiles’ hips as he listened to how loud
Stiles was being for him. Were it not for the growing smell of Stiles’ own
orgasm hitting his nose he might have been ashamed at how Stiles’ moaned shout
had made him come. He kept up his thrusting through his orgasm, slowing to a
stop and leaning forward to rest his cheek against Stiles’ back. “God damn,” he
laughed, turning his head so he could kiss Stiles’ back before straightening
back up and carefully slipping out of him. “You are learning too well, maybe,”
Derek mumbled, sitting back on his feet as he let his head hang as he
recovered.
Stiles let his body drop back onto his bed, unable to keep himself up without
Derek’s hold on him. He let himself lay limply on his bed, his body shaking a
little from the force of his orgasm. As his eyes closed, he let out a light hum
of content to let Derek know he had heard him. Other than his labored breathing
through his nose, he stayed quiet for a few long moments. “We should...make
this a thing.” He whispered, too exhausted to even look up at Derek. His whole
body felt heavy and he felt like his entire being had been reduced to a
quivering 147-pound pile of mush.
“I think I can manage that,” Derek laughed, shifting onto his knees before
carefully getting up. He was a little wobbly, but managed to stand. “I’ll get
something to clean this up, okay?” he asked and leaned over the bed to kiss
Stiles’ cheek.
“Mmmm...” Stiles didn’t even try to force himself to move. “You uh...go and do
that...I uh, think you fucked the consciousness out of me.” He murmured slowly,
using more than a little effort to continue talking. His words got quieter as
he talked before he finally drifted off to a deep, well deserved sleep.
“Mission accomplished, I suppose,” Derek chuckled, brushing his thumb against
the curve of Stiles’ ear before striding into the bathroom. It took a minute
for him to find what he was looking for, having never actually been in Stiles’
bathroom for anything other than a one-time hiding place. He came back out with
a towel and a handcloth, cleaning Stiles off before himself, which was quite
easy with Stiles having passed out.
He stayed a little while, just watching Stiles as he slept with a stupid grin
on his face. He felt happy; truly and undeniably, happy. He shook his head
finally and got dressed, snagging his keys from his coat and locating a stack
of post-its on Stiles’ desk. He scribbled out a quick note, ‘Getting breakfast,
be back soon,’ before he left.
***** Superheroes and Family Photos *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, another update, yay two in one day! <3 This chapter is super
     long, but it's my treat to you all for hanging in there with us!
     Thanks again! Unless I get too excited, there will be more to come
     next week!
     And here we are lulling you all into a false sense of security with
     more fluff. I think we have one more chapter of fluff and then it'll
     be swan diving right back into the pain we're all familiar with!
     - Melo
A half hour later Derek was back at Stiles’ house with a to-go bag of assorted
breakfast foods and two still extremely hot cups of coffee. He is thankful that
the front door is unlocked, the thought of trying to get all of that upstairs
via his normal route all ending in his mind with hot coffee spilling over him
and his attempt at being nice ruined by the food going everywhere but their
stomachs. He leaves it all downstairs on the kitchen island, going upstairs to
check on Stiles.
Stiles was exactly where Derek had left him, aside from now having a black
microplush blanket wrapped around himself. When he heard Derek’s footsteps, he
stirred a little and opened an eye. He had to blink a few times before he
slowly smiled and sat up. “Hey.” He murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
“Come here.” He held his arms around to him, letting his blanket fall back to
the bed since he knew that his extremely hot werewolf boyfriend could warm him
up again. “You didn’t stay and cuddle me.”
Derek laughed lightly, tossing his keys on the desk and slipping off his shoes
before joining Stiles in the bed. “I figured I’d let you sleep,” he said and
wrapped his arms around Stiles’ chest and hugged him tightly. “I got us
breakfast, it’s downstairs in the kitchen.”
“Mmmm. Did you bring me a deer?” Stiles asked softly, burying his face in
Derek’s neck so he could hide his grin. “Maybe a few rabbits? If you cook them,
I’ll eat them.”
Derek snorted and rolled his eyes. “No, I didn’t. It’s biscuits and gravy,
hashbrowns, eggs, bacon... I didn’t know what you’d want so I got a couple
containers with a bit of everything.” He said, resting his lips after against
Stiles’ shoulder.
“That’s really sweet and really adorable.” Stiles said softly, nuzzling against
his boyfriend as he began tracing his back. “So, we had mind blowing sex so we
can check that off the list, so breakfast, going to your place, and doing
everything else that was on your list?”
Derek smiled against his shoulder, lifting his head and nodding. “That sound
about right.” He said and quirked his eyebrow up when he heard his cell phone
blaring out his general ring tone from his back pocket. “Hold that thought,” he
said and shifted around so he could get his phone and raise his eyebrow a
little higher at the unrecognized number. He pressed the button to answer it
and raised his phone to his ear.
“Hello?” he asked.
“Is this Derek Hale?” the female voice on the other end of the line asked.
“Depends on who’s asking.” Derek responded, flicking his eyes over to Stiles,
frowning.
“Name’s Laureli. You applied to my shop, left a pretty decent portfolio too.”
she said. “You still looking for work? ‘Cause I might have some hours for you,
if you’re still interested.” Derek carefully got up from the bed, switching his
phone to his other ear.
“Y-yeah, yeah, I’m still looking. What are the hours?” Derek asked.
“Noon for four every day except for holidays and Sundays. It’ll be temporary,
for now at least. One of my other aritsts, Carol, went to some club and got
roofied or something. I don’t know, you in or out?” Laureli asked, sounding a
little agitated.
“In, definitely in. When do you want me to come in?” He asked.
“If it’s not too short notice, we could use you tomorrow. Carol had a bunch of
appointments scheduled and most of my other workers aren’t able to fill in. I
can’t do it, so that leaves you. You up for it, Hale?”
“Absolutely, I’ll be there.” Derek said and after a couple more minutes of
going over whatever paperwork he’d need to bring in before she could officially
let him work, he ended the call.
Stiles was really confused by the phone call at first, but the more he
listened, the more he relaxed and smiled. He was so excited that things were
looking up for Derek and he was also shamelessly excited that he was dating a
tattoo artist.
He got up with Derek, staggering a little on his feet for a moment before he
moved his arms around his waist and rested his head on his shoulder. Once Derek
was off the phone, he gently kissed just under his jaw. “Congrats, Der. I told
you that you were amazing. When they see how fantastic you are in action,
they’ll have no choice but to take you on long term.” He murmured as he began
to rock side to side.
Derek was still stunned that he’d gotten a call. “If I’m lucky, I’ll have to go
through some of my stuff when we get back, I don’t know where my license is and
I might have to get it renewed.” He said, staring at his phone for a minute
before he saved the number under ‘Laureli.’
“This is so awesome!” Stiles grinned, burying his face in Derek’s chest. “So,
what hours will you be working for now? If I can, I’ll come see you.”
“Noon to four, you’d have to drive over straight after school if you wanted to
see me work,” Derek said, pocketing his phone before he rubbed his hands up and
down Stiles’ arms a couple times. “Come on though, get dressed. Food’s going to
get cold.”
“That’s totally something I can do. And if I talk to my dad, maybe I’ll make an
appointment with you and get you to stay a little longer.” He grinned at him
before nodding. “Yeah, just let me get some pants on and I’ll devour that food
like you would devour a deer.”
Derek laughed, “Good luck.” he said and scratched the back of his neck. “So,
movie night. You said you could take care of the TV and stuff, but you didn’t
exactly say how. Are we just going to borrow yours or something?”
Stiles paused for a moment and slowly laughed nervously. “Well, uh, you’re
probably gonna get mad at me, but uh...” He pulled away and put on his boxers
again before heading to his closet.
He pushed out a large red violet box with a big picture of a TV on it and the
words ‘32’ inch HDTV’ all over it. “Uh....Surprise?” He said softly as he stood
up straight again.
Derek stared dumbly at the TV, not registering what Stiles had meant for a
second. “You - you bought a TV? Stiles, those are like two hundred bucks,
what...” he cut himself off, sighing and closing his eyes. “Please tell me
that’s all you bought and we’re borrowing your Xbox or something, because I
don’t have a DVD player either and I seriously might strangle you if you did.”
“More in the vicinity of two hundred and seventyish...” Stiles murmured under
his breath. “But none of that is important! It’s yours now and yeah, of course
we’re gonna use my Xbox for movies! I’d rather not have you kill me for going
overboard with it.”
“I heard that,” Derek grumbled, shaking his head. He didn’t know whether to
thank him or smack him upside the head for spending so much money, so he
decided to do his best to ignore the urge to do either until the urge to smack
him had abated a little. “Moving past the fact that I don’t even know how you
have that much money to spend, I’m going to go downstairs and get breakfast
onto plates or... something that doesn’t involve thinking about the fact that
you bought me a TV.”
“Give me blow jobs once a week for the next five years and we can call it
good.” Stiles grinned at him, laughing a little as he went over to him. “I’m
sorry, I just wanted to do something really nice for you, because I mean...It’s
probably been such a long, long time since someone actually spoiled you.” He
told him, moving his arms around his waist. “I’m declaring myself your Sugar
Daddy. Or would it be Sugar Baby...”
“How about neither?” Derek asked with a grimace, sighing before wrapping his
arms around Stiles. “Thank you, but seriously, a TV? I get being nice and all,
but that’s an expensive TV, Stiles.”
Stiles shrugged a little as he pressed a light kiss to his Adam’s Apple. “If I
could, I would give you everything.” He told him softly before he glanced up at
him. “So, for now I’m giving you a TV, and all of me.” He smiled a little,
shrugging again.
Derek shook his head, “I don’t think I’ll ever stop saying this, but you’re
ridiculous.” he said and kissed the bridge of Stiles’ nose. “Get dressed, we
still have food waiting downstairs.”
“You’re pretty damn ridiculous too, it’s one of my favorite things about you.”
He grinned up at him before nodding and slapping Derek’s ass. “I’ll be down in
a minute. I already packed up some movies, my Xbox and other fun stuff so we
can eat and leave.”
“We’ll have to stop somewhere on the way, but yeah, okay,” Derek said, flicking
a finger against Stiles’ nose before leaving to walk downstairs. He did his
best to remember where the plates were as he waited for Stiles, whistling out a
random tune.
Stiles went cross-eyed for a moment before raising his eyebrows. He quickly
grabbed a T-shirt and some jeans as he followed him, putting the shirt on as he
headed down the stairs. “Oh? Where are we going?”
“Supplies for your early present that I promised you,” Derek said vaguely,
giving him a wink as he opened the cabinet that held the plates, snagging two
and setting them side by side on the counter.
“What kind of supplies?” Stiles questioned curiously, stopping behind Derek so
he could put his pants on. Once they were on, he put his hands in Derek’s back
pockets and rested his chin on his shoulder.
Derek laughed, “If I told you that, it would ruin the surprise. Besides, you’ve
had enough hints already.” He answered, opening the bag that held the styrofoam
containers and opening them both.
“That’s not very nice.” Stiles groaned, taking his hands out of his pockets so
he could put them in the front ones and keep his arms around him. “Maybe while
we’re out, if we have the chance, we could get a leash for my collar.” He
murmured, kissing Derek’s neck as he slowly grinned.
Derek leaned back against him a little and looked over his shoulder to raise an
eyebrow at him. “Maybe, but uh... you’re not allowed to go in with me at the
store.” he said with a smirk. “I don’t want you spying the supplies and
figuring it out, though you really should have by now.”
“Wow, that is very rude.” Stiles groaned, dropping his head so he could bump
his forehead against Derek’s back. “I’m pretty sure I know what’s going on, but
I’m letting you be nice. Pretty sure I’m not allowed in the store anyways.”
“You’re not allowed in Wal-Mart?” Derek asked with a snort, chuckling. “I mean,
if I’m getting a leash for you too, that’s where I’m going to go.”
“Oh, well. Yeah, Obviously I’m allowed in Wal-Mart.” Stiles said with a laugh.
“Haven’t gotten kicked out of there yet.”
“That’s what I thought,” Derek said and wrapped his hands around Stiles’
wrists, pulling his hands out of his pockets so he could turn and face him.
“Now, I’ve been smelling this food for a good twenty-five minutes and I was
hoping maybe I could eat it soon, so... care to help with that?”
Stiles thought about it for a moment before he nodded. “Mmm, yeah, I’ll help
you eat it. I woke up with this guy this morning and he fucked me so hard that
I really worked up an appetite.” He winked at him, reaching over so he could
grab a few strips of bacon before he pulled away from Derek and shoved them in
his mouth.
Derek had been opening his mouth to retort when Stiles shoved the strips of
bacon in. He narrowed his eyes at him, chewing the pieces up enough that he
could talk before saying, “Not exactly what I meant, but I guess it works.” He
said and turned enough to grab another piece, offering it out to Stiles’ mouth.
“Well, what did you mean then?” Stiles grinned up at him as he raised his
eyebrows. He took the offering from Derek by slowly chewing it down and
stopping at his boyfriend’s fingers. He poked his tongue out and ran it along
his fingers before he took the digit in his mouth and sucked lightly. The teen
slowly swirled his tongue round it and let out a light moan of content before
pulling off of it with a light ‘pop’. He gave Derek’s knuckles a quickly kiss
before moving around him so he could dish himself up a plate.
Derek’s eyes blinked rapidly for a second before he swallowed and cleared his
throat. “I don’t know where things are in this kitchen, so I figured it would
be easier for you to get the silverware than me searching for it.” He said, and
sighed. “You’re a tease.”
Stiles laughed a little and looked back at him before he winked. “That’s what
I’m here for, hot stuff. To make parts of your life hard, and parts of your
body hard.” He snickered a little, shaking his head and getting some forks out
of one of the drawers. “Anything else?”
“You’re evil, but no, we shouldn’t need anything else,” Derek said and snagged
one of the forks from Stiles, grabbing the closer plate and starting to pile
onto it what he wanted. “What movies did you pick out for tonight?” he asked.
“Uhmmmm.” Stiles shrugged as he set his plate at the table and went to pour
himself some milk. “A shit ton of man on man videos. Kidding, things like
Zombieland, just some fun movies.” He said softly before looking back at him.
“Do you want a drink?”
“I got coffee,” Derek said and brought out his from behind the bag the food had
been in. “There’s one for you too, I forgot to mention because of... well, you
being the distraction you are.” he said with a smirk.
“You love it.” Stiles replied as he heard back to the table with his milk. He
moved close to Derek, slowly grinning before he licked a light trail from the
base of his neck and up to his jaw. “You also just love my oral fixation.”
Derek sighed, tilting his head back as Stiles licked him. “I do,” he murmured,
tilting his head back down to look at Stiles. He lifted his free hand and
brushed his thumb against Stiles’ cheek. “You make me forget all the shit
that’s going on out there. It’s nice, being able to do that.”
“It’s my duty as your anchor and boyfriend to keep you happy and at peace,
isn’t it?” Stiles smiled up at him before turning his head a little so he could
kiss his thumb.
Derek laughed lightly, resting their foreheads together. “Yeah, it is.” he said
quietly, “I’m just still trying to get used to all of this.”
Stiles smiled a bit wider and nodded as he stared up into his eyes. “I’m here
with you every step.”
“I should hope so,” Derek replied, leaning forward to kiss him quickly. “Let’s
um... let’s eat upstairs?” he asked, swallowing a little hard. He wanted to
tell Stiles he loved him, it had seemed like a good moment, but he was still
too scared - and he wanted it to be perfect, for when he did tell him. He
wanted to do it right for the first time.
“Alright, sounds good.” Stiles said through a mouthful of food, he grinned at
Derek, leaning forwards to bump their foreheads together before he got to his
feet and picked his plate up. He grabbed his drink and led the way upstairs,
humming to himself.
Derek gave Stiles a small smile, finishing getting food for himself before
grabbing his coffee and carefully jogging to catch up to Stiles on the stairs
before he matched his pace. When they got in, he took the computer chair to sit
on, resting his ankle over his knee to balance his plate on before skewering a
bit of egg, getting it thoroughly covered in pepper gravy, and eating it.
Stiles sat on his bed, slowly grinning as he watched Derek. He sat cross-legged
so he could sit his plate on his legs. “My chair’s comfy, isn’t it?” He asked
him softly, raising his eyebrows a little.
Derek shrugged. “It is. I can imagine how many times you’ve probably fallen
asleep in this thing,” he said, gesturing with his fork at the chair before
scooping some more food onto it.
“Good. I love that chair, and I dunno, I can sleep just about anywhere anyways.
I can sleep on floors, halfway off of furniture, my body isn’t picky. My
preferred method of sleeping though is either using my boyfriend as a bed or
even a blanket, just so you know.” Stiles smiled wider at him.
Derek smirked, “You have a tendency to drool though, so that kind of makes me
preferable to being a blanket.”
“I drool, talk in my sleep, sleepwalk, I am very adventurous in my imagination
when I’m unconscious. I once had a sex dream involving you and woke up
shirtless, in my kitchen, at three in the morning with a cucumber in my hands.
Pretty sure I was blowing a cucumber that night.”
Derek nearly choked on his bite of food, covering his mouth as he coughed.
“Please tell me your dad didn’t find you like that.”
Stiles cackled at Derek’s reaction, tilting his head back as he started to
laugh harder. “Oh my God, I sure hope not, either he was sleeping, or he came
downstairs and walked right the fuck back upstairs.” He snorted, poking at his
food. “It was all soggy and covered in drool too and I just had drool dripping
down my chin and chest. It was all wet and gross. I think my mind was
pretending that you blew a massive load in my mouth or it was actual cucumber
sperm. Who the fuck knows? All I know was that was an awesome dream and
officially the messiest blowjob I’ve ever given.”
Derek snorted, “That would have been a sight to see, I’m sure.” he said,
shaking his head. He picked his coffee up from the desk and took a drink before
setting it back. “Do you sleepwalk often?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow up.
“Uh, I used to a lot when I was a kid. Now it’s just a very rare occurrence.
Maybe once every few months, probably.” He said with a shrug. “I didn’t mention
it because it’s super rare. I don’t think you’ll really ever see it.”
Derek nodded slowly. “Hopefully not. I wouldn’t know what to do. Never dealt
with that sort of thing.”
“Well, most of the time, you could probably just find out where I am by scent.
If you really wanna make sure that I’m okay. I always find my way back home and
I mean, I haven’t gotten hit by a car yet so I’m assuming I stay safe.”
“I’m not saying I wouldn’t be able to find you,” Derek said. “I’m saying that
once I did... I don’t know what I should do. Do I try waking you up, or...?”
Stiles thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. “Unless something
really bad is going on, I don’t think you should wake me up.”
Derek nodded. “See? Now I know what to do.” He said and went back to his meal.
“Fortunately I think the only thing you’d have to deal with, with me, is
snoring.”
“Carry me home and we’ll be fine. And I think since you put up with all of my
drooling, I can handle a little snoring.” Stiles winked at him before he went
back to eating so he could finish his plate.
“I can do that,” Derek said with a laugh. They finished their meal in mostly
silence, Derek sat his plate next to his coffee when he was done, wiping his
mouth with his hands. “So, what’s our plan with getting the movie stuff to my
car?”
“I’ll help you carry the TV and I’ll just put my backpack on so we can just
go.” Stiles replied, setting his plate aside before heading over to the chair
so he could climb onto Derek’s lap and moved his arms around his shoulders. “It
should only take one trip.”
“You do realize that I’m entirely capable of carrynig the TV by myself, right?”
Derek asked with a smirk, resting his hands on Stiles’ thighs.
“Oh my god, you can carry the TV then, He-Man.” Stiles stated with a roll of
his eyes.
“I don’t know, if I’m a comic book character I think Wolverine fits better,”
Derek said, grinning at him.
“Oh my fucking God, if you are not Wolverine for Halloween I am going to be so
fucking disappointed. I am just thinking about it now and I just...” Stiles
rambled for a moment, soon just getting to the point where he was letting out a
jumble of nonsensical half-words before he cupped Derek’s face in his hands and
kissed him deeply.
Derek laughed into the kiss, pressing into it as he nipped at Stiles’ lip. “I
don’t know, kind of old for Halloween aren’t I?” he asked.
“You’re never too old for Halloween, Dork.” Stiles murmured against his mouth,
nipping back at him. “That’s why there are adult Halloween parties and stuff.”
He pulled away so he could nip lightly at his neck before he sat back. “Or we
can spend Halloween together by watching scary movies, getting drunk off of
Halloween drinks, and then eating candy off of each other and fucking all
night. Sounds like a pretty solid Halloween plan to me.”
Derek hummed, shrugging. “Might want to wait until it’s a bit closer to
October. I mean, it’s not even April.”
“Dude, we live in Beacon Hills. There are werewolves and creatures running
around. Every day is Halloween.”
“Well, when you put it that way,” Derek said, rolling his eyes before looking
up at Stiles.
Stiles slowly grinned as he bumped their noses together. “Exactly. One of these
days I’m gonna show up at your place in a costume. Just to see what you’d do.”
He said softly before getting an idea in mind. He stared off into space for a
moment before he slowly grinned. “Since I can’t go into Wal-Mart with you, I’m
gonna run into one of the stores next to it.”
“All right,” Derek said, shrugging. “Am I allowed to know which one or is that
cheeky grin something I should worry about?”
“The cheeky grin is totally something you should worry about.” Stiles nodded in
agreement, kissing him quickly before climbing off of his lap. “Alright, Wolf
Breath, let’s get going. The day is still young!”
Derek sighed, closing his eyes for a moment and shook his head, getting to his
feet. “Let me get my stuff,” Derek said, stepping around him so he could get to
his shoes. He then slipped on his jacket, tucking his keys into his coat pocket
before picking up his coffee. “Okay, if you can get this and yours downstairs.
I can get the TV.” Derek said.
“Alright, sounds good.” Stiles nodded, picking up his spare backpack before
slinging it over his shoulders. He took Derek’s coffee and kissed his cheek
before heading downstairs so he could put the leftovers in the fridge and throw
the trash away while Derek did that.
Derek nodded and watched Stiles leave before tilting his head at the TV box.
After a bit of maneuvering he figured out it was easiest to carry it with a
hand on either side. Carrying it that way it took him a minute to get
downstairs, but other than that he had no issues. “We good?” he asked when he
got to the kitchen, looking in through the archway at Stiles.
“Yeah, we’re good.” Stiles replied, heading out of the kitchen. “You sure you
wanna carry that all the way to the park?”
Derek glanced down at the TV. “I could probably give carry you too, but that
would just be impractical.”
“You could run to your car and swing back around if you want? You’re pretty
speedy on your feet.”
“I could, but I’d rather not break the TV,” Derek said with a laugh. “Come on,
it’s not that far.” Derek said, nodding his head towards the door.
“No, I mean, leave the TV here and drive back.” Stiles replied as he followed
him. “But we can walk too. It’s all up to you.”
Derek paused near the door and bit at his lip, thinking. “It’ll probably be
faster if I do it that way,” he said and adjusted his grip on the TV box before
he sat it down. “I’ll be back in like five minutes, tops.” Derek said, giving
Stiles a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the door.
Stiles laughed a little at that and shook his head as he watched his boyfriend
go. “What a cutie.” He snickered a little before heading to the kitchen so he
could get some of his secret candy stash into his backpack for their movie
night.
Derek made it back in the time he said he would, parking on the side of the
road ride outside the house and leaving his car running as he headed back to
the house. “Okay, let’s get going. Daylight’s burning,” he called into the
house as he walked inside.
Stiles snorted at that and headed over to him. “Hey, out of all the things
we’ve done, it’s still only eight in the morning.” He said with a laugh, gently
bumping his hip to Derek’s as he got his keys out so he could lock the door
after them.
“Yeah, and we have a lot of stuff to do still,” Derek said, sliding the TV
closer to him before picking it up and stepping back outside. He sat it by the
trunk before walking around to pop it open, having to fold the back seats
forward so it would even fit.
Stiles locked the door and followed after Derek, pocketing his keys again.
“Well, that is semi-true.” He snickered as he leaned against the car. “Will it
fit alright?” He asked curiously.
“Yeah, just had to fold the backseats forward. It shouldn’t move around too
much if I drive normally, and maybe you put your backpack against it.” He said,
sliding the box against the right side.
Stiles nodded at that and moved around the car so he could put his backpack
between the seat and the TV box. “Sounds like a plan, Champ. Alright, are we
all ready now?”
“Yup,” Derek said, shutting the trunk once Stiles hands were clear. He got into
the driver’s seat and turning down the stereo. “Should we drop by the school?
Get your school work and stuff?” He asked, resting his hand on the gearshift.
“Nah, I’ll do that tomorrow. Or Scott’ll probably do it since we have just
about every class together.” Stiles replied as he got in the car and leaned
back against his seat.
Derek nodded, shifting his car out of park and pulling away from the sidewalk.
He angled his car towards mid-town where the Wal-Mart was, “Keep forgetting
you’re still in High School sometimes.” He said, sighing a little.
Stiles wiggled his eyebrows a little at him. “Two more years after June.” He
laughed a little.
Derek shook his head, laughing lightly out his nose as he kept his eyes on the
road. “Seems like a long time,” Derek said quietly. “Won’t be, once we reach
that day.”
“You have to admit though, I’m pretty awesome for a sixteen year old.” Stiles
grinned at him as he took his hand and interlocked their fingers.
Derek smirked, “I’m just still thinking about that birthday dinner... I feel
like your dad’s just going to interrogate me the whole time.” He said, wiggling
his fingers against Stiles’ hand.
“I feel like he will too. I’m pretty sure that as long as you’re honest about
almost everything, aside from the fact that you like tying me up and collaring
me, you’ll do great. And again, I’m with you every step of the way. I think
he’ll like you.”
“And that I’m a werewolf,” Derek said with a sigh, glancing over at Stiles.
“But I guess that’s kind of a given.”
“Pretty sure if you told him that you’re a werewolf, he’d forbid me from seeing
you because he’d think you’re nuts. Or on drugs.”
“Yeah, definitely not going to mention the werewolf-ism,” Derek said and ran
the fingers of his left hand across his forehead. “I just feel like it’s going
to end bad.”
“Don’t worry, if it starts going bad, I have a plan.” Stiles smiled up at him,
gently squeezing his hand. “I’ll flip over a table and we can escape in the
chaos.”
Derek laughed, “You’re just determined to have your dad threaten me if I keep
seeing you aren’t you?” he asked, glancing over at him from the road.
Stiles laughed a little and shrugged his shoulders. “I think it’s hilarious
really. But no, just be polite and respectful and you’ll do fine. You’re
basically having dinner with the whole family, no pressure.”
“No pressure, yeah, okay,” Derek said with a snort. “Maybe for you. This is
basically a test for me.”
“It’s entirely a test for you. But y’know, if you get really nervous, I’ll be
there to help you out and anchor you.”
“I’m going to die of embarrassment,” Derek muttered, sinking in his seat a
little, tapping his thumb agaisnt the steering wheel.
“No you won’t. I promise I’ll actually try to make thing easier. If anything,
I’ll probably be wanting to crawl under a rock and die because if they like
you, the embarrassing childhood stories come out.”
Derek grinned at that, “That would be preferable to any other resulting
scenario I’m coming up with in my head.”
“I can promise you that it probably won’t be as bad as you think it’ll be.
You’ll see.”
“Going to have to,” Derek said and tapped his thumb a few more times on his
steering wheel before he turned down the main road, the giant blue sign for
Wal-Mart not far ahead. “So, no hints at all as to what you’re going to be
doing while I’m in there?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
“No way. Not even a little hint. Basically you’ll see it when we get to your
place.” Stiles replied, raising his own eyebrows. “While you’re messing around
with your surprise, I’ll set it up.”
“You realize I hate surprises, right?” Derek asked, shaking his head as he
pulled into the turning lane for the store, stuck behind a mini van with one of
those stick figure families that lined the entire back glass of the vehicle.
“It’ll be a good surprise.” Stiles replied, kissing his knuckles once he
stopped the car. “Also, I need to run in Wal-Mart with you to get something, so
you go do your thing. I’ll only be in there for a minute, so I won’t ruin the
surprise you have for me.”
“That’s fine,” Derek said and took the chance to look over at Stiles. “We just
want to meet at the car when we’re done, or should I text you?” he asked.
“Just meet me back in the car. Also, get whatever snacks you want for when we
watch movies and play video games.” Stiles slowly remembered something and
slowly grinned as a little light bulb idea went off in his head. “Okay,
basically avoid the toy section and art supply section when you first go in.”
“Those are on the opposite side of the store I’m needing, so that shouldn’t be
a problem,” Derek said and focused his eyes back on the road when the van in
front of him started pulling forward. It took them another four minutes of slow
driving to actually find a parking space, and Derek triple checked that his
doors were locked when they got out because of the expensive electronics they
were leaving in it.
“Should I get something special to drink for you tonight? Energy drinks, beer,
anything?” Derek asked, pocketing his keys as he waited by the trunk of his car
for Stiles.
At the mention of an energy drink, Stiles tilted his head back and let out a
groan. “Fuck. I knew I was forgetting something. I didn’t take my medication
this morning. So uh, yeah. A blue Amp energy drink would be nice, it has
special stuff in it meant for focusing.” He replied as he bounced a little on
his feet. “Beer would be nice. Or maybe vodka. That way we could do shots, if
we feel like it. Just whatever you want should be fine.” He was bouncing a
little on his feet as he spoke, needing to keep some form of movement once he
had stopped beside Derek.
“We can drive back and get it,” Derek offered, scratching at the back of his
neck. “Damn it, I was supposed to remember that too.” he said and sighed. “I’ll
get you an Amp though, if you want we can do that first thing and you can drink
it while you’re off shopping for... whatever it is that you’re going to be
shopping for.”
Stiles shook his head at that. “Don’t worry about it, the energy drink will
calm me down. Uh, just bring it out when you’re done shopping and I’ll drink it
then.” Stiles remembered some of the stuff he had talked about with his dad and
took Derek’s hand before leaning against him for a moment. “Hey, thank you.” He
said softly, looking up at him.
“For putting up with me and being so patient with me. It means a lot to me that
you actually try to understand the way my mind works and that you just keep
working through it with me.” He smiled a little as they headed towards the
massive store. “Most people just think I’m this stupid defiant kid whose only
talent is being disruptive.”
“I may find it annoying sometimes, but you’re really awesome to be around.
So...” Derek said, and slowed their walking enough that he could lean over and
kiss Stiles. “You’re welcome.” he said and gave Stiles’ hand a squeeze as he
started to walk how they had been before, keeping an eye out for what store
Stiles could possibly be heading to. There were a few clothing stores,
restaurants, a Payless and other stores that he knew of. None of them made
sense though, unless Stiles was planning on buying a more form-fitting shirt
and Derek should really kill that train of thought before it derails.
“Yeah, but you don’t really get bugged with me. You just keep trying to be
patient.” Stiles grinned at him, bumping his hip to Derek’s. “It could be
because you’re older and so full of wisdom. Then again, older doesn’t always
mean better. Like Harris. Ugh, I wish someone would just beat him up. Then
again, what would the world be if we didn’t have a teacher that didn’t demean
their students in front of an entire class and then torture a student after
school?” He asked sarcastically before snorting. “I mean really. Because my dad
interrogated him, he’s punishing me for it. The dude even said so himself. He
has got to have a dick the size of a Tic Tac to make up for the fact that he’s
just a giant walking phallus.” He had to stop his rant before it got even
longer, sighing in frustration before he looked up at Derek. “Sometimes I kind
of wish you were a teacher. But then our situation would become very, very
illegal because I would seduce the ever loving fuck out of you. But hey, I
guess that’s what bedroom roleplay is for, right?”
Derek snorted, “I could persuade him to be nicer.” Derek said, raising his
eyebrows at Stiles with a mischievous grin on his lips. “And I’m not wearing a
teacher’s outfit.” he added, waiting at the crosswalk until the car that had
pulled up to the stop sign had actually stopped before continuing ahead to the
sliding mechanical doors to the store.
“You could be a hip teacher.” Stiles snorted as he squeezed his hand. “Oh God,
do not tempt me. I would pay good money for that, but I don’t want to risk you
getting in trouble. He’s not worth it. Ugh, fuck, now I’m thinking about you as
a teacher in different scenarios and it is so hot.”
Derek laughed, “Why do I have a feeling you’re just imagining me in a suit?” he
asked, bumping their shoulders together.
“I am. I’m also imagining taking you out of the suit and you tying my hands
with your tie.” He said honestly, letting go of his hand once they were inside.
“Alright, I’ll see in you like what, fifteen to twenty minutes?”
“Yeah,” Derek said and reached out and brushed his fingers against Stiles’
neck. “Call me if you need to.” he said and grabbed a basket before he started
to wander his way back through the aisles, hands tucked into his pockets.
“Alright, sounds good. Same for you.” Stiles called after him. He watched him
for a moment before heading to the toy section, specifically the board game
aisle so that he could grab Twister. Once he had the game in hand, he headed to
the arts and crafts so he could grab little bottles of paints since those were
the only other things he needed from here. Afterwards, he went up front and
paid for everything at the self-checkout, getting one last little surprise for
Derek once that was done.
After he was finished in Wal-Mart, he headed out to the front of the store so
that he could go into another one a few doors down. Since he was a man on a
mission, he went straight for everything he needed, getting all of his supplies
for Derek’s other surprise before he headed back to the car. He realized then
that Derek had locked the doors and groaned a little to himself as he leaned
against the car and waited for him.
Derek didn’t have much trouble finding what he was looking for in the store as
far as preparations for the party. Chips, soda, alcohol for himself and Stiles
and the others, but it was the pet aisle that was giving him the most trouble.
Their selection of leashes and collars was stupidly extensive, one boasting
that it could take the weight of a Great Dane, the other only the weight of a
Chihuahua. Derek smirked at that one, remembering Stiles calling him that.
He put a chain one in his basket and after spending about ten minutes behind a
lady who had about thirty coupons she decided to mention after the cashier had
rang up all the items, he finally walked outside. When he joined up with Stiles
he dug around the bags and brought out the requested for blue Amp. “Enjoy,” he
said after he’d handed it over and located his keys to open the trunk.
Stiles made sure that Derek couldn’t see the contents of one of his bags,
grinning as he took the Amp and quickly kissed him. “Thanks, Der.” He told him,
holding the can in the arm he let his bags hang on before he grabbed Derek’s
ass with his free hand. “So I figured, if you want, we can play Messy Twister
later. It’d be an adventure.” He snickered, putting his Wal-Mart bag in the
trunk.
“Maybe, if your surprise for me isn’t anything I’ll regret,” Derek said with a
chuckle, tucking his bags and the 30 case of beer in carefully with what was
already occupying the back half of his car. “Did you get everything already?”
He asked, making sure Stiles was clear of the trunk before closing it.
“Yeah, I’m all done shopping.” He replied, setting the other bag near the
passenger door for a moment so he could pull a tiny paper envelope out of his
pocket. “This is technically for you.” He grinned at him, opening it and taking
Derek’s hand before dumping the contents onto it. A small black circle shaped
pendant dropped from the envelope, a customized dog tag. Engraved on the middle
of it was a single word. ‘Derek’s’. “It’s for my collar. I mean, it’s probably
really stupid, but I thought you’d like it.”
Derek grinned at it, turning it over a few times in his hand. He cupped Stiles’
face in his hands and kissed him. “It’s perfect,” he said and brushed their
noses together. “It’ll match well with the collar, and the leash I just bought
you.” he said, grinning a little wider.
Stiles laughed a little against his mouth and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds
awesome.” He said softly, nuzzling against him.
“You ready to go?” he asked a little breathily, the urge to take Stiles in his
arms and press him against something getting a little too strong for the middle
of a parking lot.
“Yeah, I’m ready if you are.” Stiles snorted at the way Derek sounded. He
raised his eyebrows a little and grinned before kissing his cheek. “You’re
cute.” He told him as he pulled away and headed to the passenger’s door.
Derek stood there for a moment, leaning his head back and taking a breath
before getting into the car. “I’m not cute,” he said as he started his car.
“Half-hard and a little agitated that we’re in a parking lot, yes. Cute... no.”
He said and after making sure that there was no one walking or driving in his
way, he backed out and started towards the exit.
“Do you want to pull over behind somewhere so I can dirty talk you and give you
another blow job?” Stiles asked curiously as he put his bag behind Derek’s
seat.
Derek glances over at him. “Not exactly what I’m wanting to do to take care of
it. I’ll be fine,” he said and reached across the car to take Stiles’ hand. “I
can wait.”
Stiles laughed a little and nodded as he took his hand again. “Fair enough. We
have the entire day anyways to do whatever we want.”
“I’m partially regretting having you stay with me, just mainly because I feel
like I’m not going to get anything done. Even with having time.”
“We get things done, just not always the right things.” He said with a laugh.
Derek laughs with him. “I should probably consider that a problem, but... Yeah,
I can’t really see a downside.”
“I like to consider myself the greatest distraction and I’m starting to think
that you do too.” Stiles grinned at him.
Derek brought Stiles hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. “I’d confirm
your thoughts, but I think that would just make you more cocky and I can’t have
that.” he said, letting the fact that he was being sarcastic drip into his tone
of voice as he finished his sentence.
“Mmm, definitely.” Stiles murmured, moving to rest his head on Derek’s
shoulder. “I’m already feeling one of my heads start to fill up with hot
air...Oh wait, no that’s not hot air.”
Derek snorted, “Oh my God, Stiles shut up.” He said, though he was laughing the
entire time.
Stiles started to laugh along with him, burying his face in his jacket. “You
walked right into that one, for sure.”
“Yeah,” he said, biting at his lip as he shook his head. He laughed harder for
a second, as he thought of something. “I guess I should have seen that...
coming.” He said before he dissolved into more laughter.
Stiles burst out laughing at that, squeezing Derek’s hand as he started to
snort. “Fuck, man! That one totally blew up in my face, didn’t it?” He asked,
sitting up so he could wink at him. “Hopefully it’s not the only thing blowing
up in my face.”
Derek laughed, shaking his head. “Something will definitely be up when we get
back to the warehouse,” Derek said, a vague promise.
“I’m pretty sure many things will be up when we get back to the warehouse.”
Derek grinned, “Point taken.” he said and gave Stiles’s hand a squeeze. “Really
though, I’m glad you agreed to stay with me. I... I don’t like staying there
all day by myself.”
Stiles smiled and squeezed his hand back. “Mmm, no problem, Der. I’m fine with
keeping you company. You’re very pleasant to be around. And I’m not just saying
that because we have awesome sex.”
“I know, but it’s partially the awesome sex.” Derek said, looking over at him
briefly, the grin still plastered across his face.
“It’s at least halfway for the awesome sex.” Stiles nodded, grinning back at
him. “Like seventy five percent. Maybe eighty.” He teased.
“I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered,” Derek said with a snort.
“You have a life changing penis.” Stiles replied simply.
Derek snorted again, shaking his head. “I’m not even going to respond to that.”
He said, shaking his head.
“Good.” Stiles slowly grinned at that. “I’m pretty sure werewolf semen has
magical qualities about it.” Derek responded by raising his eyebrows up and
glancing over at Stiles. “You know, I’m pretty sure I can have an entire
conversation with your eyebrows.”
Derek rolled his eyes. “Are they really that expressive?” he asked.
“They are very expressive. I don’t even think you realize it.”
“Never really paid attention.” he admitted, and glanced in his rear view as he
quirked an eyebrow and then the other. “I don’t see it.”
“Of course you don’t see it, you dork. You talk a lot with your eyebrows. Also
I don’t know if I’ve ever said this but you have the cutest teeth.”
“You’ve said they look like rabbit teeth,” Derek pointed out, smirking.
“They do though. They’re cute little bunny teeth and sometimes I just keep
staring at them. They have mind control powers, really.”
“I think you’re still just stunned by the fact that I’m capable of smiling,”
Derek said, shifting his shoulder under the weight of Stiles’ head resting
against it.
“The first time I saw you smile, I thought I was hallucinating a little. But
now I can make you smile whenever I feel like it.”
“That’s what happens when you care about someone,” Derek said, resting his
cheek for a moment against Stiles’ head. They were close to the warehouse at
the point, and he kept his eyes focused on the road. “So, when do I get to know
what this surprise is?” he asked.
“When Hell freezes over and the great wolf devours Odin.” Stiles stated. “And
not a moment sooner if you keep asking.” He joked as he gently elbowed him.
“Y’know, thinking about how you said you could be Wolverine earlier, I’m
totally probably abandoning you for a weekend so I can go to Comic Con.”
“And why couldn’t I just go with you?” Derek asked, frowning a little.
“Awww, you wanna go to Comic Con with me? I didn’t think you were into that
whole thing. I mean, obviously you know your comic book characters, but I
didn’t think you’re into the convention scene. Especially not one that big.
Okay, now I’m gonna start getting to know you better. Have you seen Star Wars?”
“All of them, once or twice. Don’t quiz me because I seriously am not claiming
any knowledge of the films.” Derek said with a chuckle. “My knowledge of
superheroes is limited mostly to Marvel though. I was never big on DC, which is
why every time I see you wear Batman stuff I kind of want to rip it off of
you.”
“At least you’ve seen Star Wars. I’ve been trying to make Scott watch them for
years.” He replied before laughing. “You’re just jealous of my Batman skills.
But, Mr. Smart Ass, have you seen any Star Trek and who is your favorite
superhero anyways?”
“I’ve seen all of Star Trek: TNG.” He said, abbreviating ‘The Next Generation.’
“Shatner was never my favorite actor, though I would watch it for George Takei
and Leonard Nimoy.” He said and frowned a little as he thought about Stiles’
last question. “I think I’m going to have to go with Spiderman at this
instance. You act a lot like him.”
“Shatner is a classic. What would the world be if we didn’t have his
overacting? I love it. I’ve seen all of The Next Generation too.” Stiles
replied before Derek’s next answer caught him off guard. “Really?” He asked,
slowly grinning up at him. “He’s my one of my top favorites. But uh, that’s
really kick ass that he is currently your favorite because of me. Do you want
to know who my favorite superhero is?” He asked softly as he put his head back
on his shoulder. “You.”
Derek snorted, “I’m not a superhero, Stiles.” He said and shook his head. “But
yeah, I like Spiderman. He was the first comic book hero I was introduced to.
Then it was Wolverine, then I kind of had a thing for Iron Man. Deadpool’s
pretty awesome too, but I don’t honestly know much about him other than his
name is Wade.”
“Deadpool, Spider-Man, and Batman are my top favorites, in no order. Pretty
sure I’m a mix of Deadpool and Spider-Man. And I’m considering you a superhero,
so just accept it.” Stiles replied, grinning to himself.
“If I’m a superhero, I’m like... fuck, I don’t even know. Like Wolverine before
his X-Men days, I guess.” Derek said, smacking his hand against his turn signal
a few feet before slowing down and turning onto the gravel of the warehouse
lot.
“Mmmm....Can I call your dick the Wolverine or would that be in bad taste?” He
asked, raising his eyebrows a little.
Derek narrowed his eyes over at Stiles as he parked. “I preferred it when you
thought about calling it Mjolnir.” he retorted. “I mean, it fits. Only the
worthy can weild it and you’re most definitely worthy.”
Stiles choked on his breathing for a moment before he started to laugh. “Oh my
fucking God!”
Derek grinned, turning off the Camaro and pocketing the keys. “You opened the
floodgates to my vast knowledge of sexual puns and innuendos. There’s no
stopping it now, you should consider yourself warned.”
“Oh God, what have I unleashed?” Stiles snickered as he shook his head. “For
fuck sake, that’s amazing. But really, it’s hard to say Mjolnir when said dick
is in your mouth.”
“You could take after Kat Dennings.” Derek said with a shrug after he opened
his car door. “Pretty sure Mew-mew would be easy enough to say in that
circumstance.” he added, getting up from his seat after he pressed the button
under the dash to pop the trunk.
“Oh my God, you are unbelievable.” Stiles cackled, raising his eyebrows. “I’m
already going to start calling your wolf form ‘Moon Moon’ so I’m not sure you
want me to call your dick Mew-Mew. Too close. Also Mew-Mew doesn’t have as nice
of a ring to it when you’re choking on it.”
“Moon Moon?” Derek asked, quirking up an eyebrow and waiting for an explanation
as he walked around to open the trunk, starting to grab the bags from their
shopping trip.
“You don’t even want to try and question why.” Stiles snorted as he grabbed his
bag and Derek’s sunglasses. “Hey, Wolf Breath, give me your jacket.” He piped
up as he grabbed his backpack. “Please.”
“Trying to get our party supplies upstairs, you can wait a minute.” Derek said
and walked around to the driver’s side again with his hands both full with bags
and shut the door with his foot before he headed for the stairs.
“I actually can’t wait a minute. I am very allergic to having to wait any
amount of time. My body will go into shock.” Stiles replied as he followed him.
“That’s so terrible, do you think being fucked against a wall would help cure
that or is that just my residual feelings from earlier creeping back?” He
asked, glancing over his shoulder at Stiles.
Stiles’ jaw dropped at Derek’s words, feeling arousal already twist in his
abdomen. “Uh, yeah, that would totally cure it, no questions asked.”
Derek sat the bags in his left hand down so he could open the door and picked
them back up again immediately after before setting all of the bags on the
floor by Stiles’ drums. He took off his jacket, offering it out to Stiles.
“I’m going to go get the TV and maybe the beer if I can figure out a way to
carry them both.” He said after Stiles had taken it, heading quickly back down
the stairs to his car.
“Uh, carry in the TV and I’ll get the beer for you.” He offered as he followed
after him, pulling on the jacket.
Derek shrugged, not arguing with the offer and after they’d gotten the last of
what they needed to bring in out of the trunk he shut it before picking the TV
back up. He carried it carefully up the stairs, having to take them one at a
time and walk side-ways up them. He leaned it against the wall by the drums
once they were back inside and he gestured at the beer. “If you can get that in
the fridge, I need to take care of something. Then we can get to what I’m
really wanting to do which is most definitely nothing to do with party
preparations.”
“Sounds good. I’ll go do that and my other thing while you do whatever it is
that you have to do.” Stiles said with a laugh, picking up one of his bags
before he headed off with the case of beer.
He put the beer away carefully, fitting the box in the best way he could before
he went upstairs and locked himself in Derek’s bathroom.
Derek carefully rifled through the bags of supplies, not even bothering to hid
the bottle of Crown Royal Maple once he’d found it. He glanced up at the door
to the bathroom as he heard the lock click, shrugging and shaking his head as
he maneuvered his way back to where the wolfsbane plant was flowering and
budding and in desperate need of water. He knelt next to it and watered it
until the soil refused to drink anymore and the excess ran out the holes he’d
placed in the bottom of the plastic barrel.
Once that was done, and he’d placed a safe amount of flowers into the bottle of
pancake smelling whiskey, he got to his feet again. He turned the bottle
repeatedly in his hands as he walked back, focusing his hearing on Stiles in
the bathroom, trying to get a hint of what he hell he was doing in there.
Stiles soon finished up what he was doing, making sure that he looked
completely perfect. Since he had talked about surprising Derek by randomly
dressing up, he figured the best way he could catch him off guard was to
actually dress up as Derek, just to spite him.
He had purchased several sets of custom fangs that fit over each tooth he put
one on, and a few other things. He even had borrowed one of Derek’s Henley
shirts and penciled his eyebrows with an eyeliner pencil to look more like
Derek’s. He called that dedication.
Once he deemed himself perfect, he put on Derek’s sunglasses, adjusted his coat
and headed back downstairs. “So, are you all done with party prep?”
Derek, while waiting for Stiles and giving up attempting to figure out what he
was doing by sound alone, had been going through the other party supplies he’d
bought and he actually dropped the bag of chips he’d been debating on saving
for himself or not when he saw what Stiles looked like now. Derek opened his
mouth to say something, but all that came out was a choked, “Uh...” before he
closed his mouth and quirked an eyebrow up. “I - I don’t... wow.”
Stiles mirrored the way that Derek raised his eyebrow, putting his hands in his
pockets. “You don’t?” He asked curiously, grinning and showing off his fangs as
he stepped closer to him. He moved an arm around Derek’s waist to pull him
close and pulled his sunglasses down a little to show off his bright red
contacts. “Finish that thought, Der.” He looked Derek up and down for a moment
before slowly grinning again. “I look hot, don’t I?”
“You look...” Derek started, his voice trailing again. Since he was completely
incapable of forming any kind of coherent sentence, apparently, he settled for
letting a low growl settle in his chest as he possessively put his hands on
Stiles’ waist and pulled him against him. “Damn it, Stiles.” he grumbled out,
reaching his hands up to card over Stiles’ buzzed head. “This is... I really
don’t know what to say. I’m trying, but I got nothing.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Because honestly I’m starting to get a
little self conscious.” Stiles murmured as he moved his arms around his neck.
“I’m the alpha now.” He said softly, imitating Derek’s voice.
Derek snorted, resting his forehead against Stiles’. “I don’t say things like
that.” he said defensively, peeking up at Stiles.
“You’ve said it in front of me like twice.” Stiles pointed out. “Once when you
killed Peter, once at the police station when you stopped Isaac from trying to
kill me. You totally say things like that.”
“I didn’t actually say anything when I killed my uncle, thank you,” Derek said.
“And if you drop the ‘now’ bit, then yeah - I said that at the stations when I
saved you.” Derek said and sighed a little, brushing his hand down Stiles’ face
to pull down his lip and look at the fake fangs. “Why do you want to look like
me?” he asked softly, letting his hand rest on Stiles’ chest.
“All that talk of superheroes.” Stiles said softly, gently bumping their noses
together. “I know you don’t see it, but you’re really kind of a superhero.
You’ve saved my life multiple times and you’ve even given three outcast
teenagers a shot at becoming something they’re proud of. I think Erica likes
herself for the first time in probably forever, and she feels great about
herself now. Isaac doesn’t have to be afraid anymore and he feels like he
belongs. He’s happy now. And Boyd got a chance to fit in and belong with
people.” He said softly, brushing their lips together. “You’ve given them
everything they could ask for, and more. You’re giving me more than I could
ever ask for, every day that I’m with you. You might see yourself as failing
and wishing that there was more that you could do, but the fact that you don’t
give up says a lot about you. You don’t have fancy gadgets like Batman, or
spidey senses, or superpowers aside from a little thing called Lycanthropy, but
you’re still a superhero to me.”
Derek just nodded, wrapping his arms around Stiles’ waist and pulling him close
for a tight hug. “Thank you.” he whispers, burying his face in the space
between Stiles’ neck and his own jacket. He eases his grip after a few moments
pulling back enough to gently press their lips together. It’s not exactly the
mind-blowing wall sex he’d had in mind, but it feels right after what Stiles
had just said about him.
Stiles kissed him back, running his fingers gently through Derek’s hair to help
him feel just a little but better. “You’re welcome.” He smiled a little as he
ran the back of his fingers over Derek’s jaw.
“Come on, I want to show you something,” Derek said, the idea formulating in
his head and he took Stiles’ hand from his jaw and started leading him upstairs
to the bedroom before Stiles could protest or ask what it was. When they got
upstairs he went to the back of the room behind a dresser that Erica had
salvaged from the training area and opened up a large trunk with a triskele on
it. It had previously held the full moon restrains, but he’d since filled it
with things that he had brought of Laura’s - things he’d thought she’d want to
have when he planned to meet her in Beacon Hills, before he found out she was
dead.
He sorted through the unorganized mess before he found what he was looking for,
a large photo album that had yet another triskele cut into the faded and worn
leather of the cover. He swallowed a little hard as he stood back up and shoved
it out towards Stiles. “Felt like you might want to look at it.” he said in
explanation.
Stiles followed Derek, taking his jacket off and setting it on the table since
it was starting to get warm. He gently squeezed his hand, wondering what he was
wanting to show him. He tried to guess the surprise, but when he saw the album,
he slowly grinned and nodded as he gently kissed his cheek. “Of course I want
to look at it with you. I wanna see how cute of a kid you were.” He was really
excited that Derek wanted to show him something like this, so happy that Derek
was really letting him into his world.
“I honestly haven’t looked at this since before the fire.” Derek said and
scratched at the back of his neck and gestured for him to sit down with him on
the edge of Erica’s bed. His still smelled like blood, dried blood, so clearly
none of the others had been nice enough to clean it and he didn’t want to
bother with it right at the moment. He looked back at the album, ghosting his
fingers along the side of the cover. He opened it carefully and was startled by
an image of his parents when they were much younger, before they’d even had
Laura, on their wedding day.
“Laura rearranged the photos,” he mumbled.
Stiles sat down with Derek and curled up against him so that he could get a
better look at everything. When he saw the couple in the picture, he slowly
smiled as he rested his head on his shoulder. “Is this your mom and your dad?”
He asked softly, seeing the resemblance in both of them. “You definitely look
like you’re related to them.”
“Yeah,” he said and cleared his throat. “Talia and Dante.” He added, eyes
focused on his mother. So looked so much like he remembered, but so much
younger too - she looked his age. He didn’t know what else to say so he turned
the page. More wedding photos, the only family he recognized from the photos
was his parents and his Uncle. There were a few other people he recognized too,
other pack leaders whom he hadn’t seen in years. Most of the pictures were dark
with age and it was hard to make out the faces farther back.
Eventually he got to more pictures that Stiles had been asking for. First of
Laura’s first days in the hospital after her birth, then his, then Cora’s, and
lastly his younger brother Brandon. He named them all as he slowly flipped
through, lingering on the ones of himself as he knew that’s what Stiles wanted
to see. There were a lot of family photos where he knew his dad had to be the
one behind the camera in most of them as he wasn’t hardly ever in the frame.
Then it became pictures of just him and his siblings - around the ages they
were when their dad passed. Stiles looked at all of the pictures, slowly
grinning as he listened to Derek tell him about his family. He nodded every now
and again, having to stop Derek when he showed him what he looked like as a
baby. “Oh my god, Der. You were actually a really cute baby. I was expecting
this angry little furry thing.” He joked lightly as he admired the pictures.
Then there were a few blank pages and Derek thought it was done, but he saw
more shapes of photos further back and when he looked he snorted out his
surprise. Laura had taken pictures of them together in New York, he could tell
in most of them they had both been drinking - or at least him - because he
didn’t remember her taking these, let alone when they had been or why he was
smiling in all of them.
 
Stiles felt his heart pound a little faster as he noted just how happy Derek
was in all of the pictures, especially in the pictures he had taken with Laura.
A lump quickly formed in his throat and he tried to swallow it down as he took
Derek’s hand and slowly squeezed it. He tried to take slow breaths to calm
himself down and buried his face in Derek’s shoulder as he closed his eyes for
a few moments. He soon opened an eye and looked back down at the pictures of
Derek in New York with his sister and had to close them again.
Derek had gone through so much pain in his life, more than anyone could ever
imagine. He hated that he went through all of this torture because of what he
was, when he did nothing to deserve any of it. He loved Derek so much and it
really hurt him when he thought about just how much Derek was still hurting
deep down. He wanted to be the one to mend all of Derek’s wounds and take all
of his pain so he wouldn’t ever have to feel hopeless ever again. He slowly
took the photo album from Derek with shaking hands and closed it gently so he
could set it aside and climb onto Derek’s lap before moving his arms around his
neck. He buried his face in his neck, trying to keep his breathing calmed down
through his nose.
Derek only knew that Stiles was upset, not really understanding why at the
moment. He let Stiles do what he needed and when he sat down on his lap and
hugged him, he hugged him back and rubbed his hand against Stiles’ back in
small circles. “It’s okay,” he murmured. They’d been looking at pictures of his
family and then Stiles started crying - he didn’t understand why. “It’s okay,
I’m right here, just breathe with me.” he said, purposely keeping his breathing
slow and taking short pauses of not breathing in between each long inhale and
exhale.
Stiles shook his head a little, gripping Derek’s shirt as he tried to calm
himself down. “No, Derek. It’s not okay.” He whispered before biting his lip.
“So much has happened to you and you have deserved literally none of it. It’s
fucking bullshit. You’re fucking incredible and you’re still incredible after
all of this fucking...shit that has happened to you throughout your life
because you aren’t human. You were so happy and the world just keeps fucking
you over. It makes me so angry and I just wish that I could take all of your
pain, and I guess I’m doing that little by little by you letting me in and
trusting me, but that’s not good enough. I want to physically take it all from
you, because I...” He trailed off, glancing up at Derek and blinking his red
eyes slowly for a moment so he could stop his eyes from glazing over.
He quickly closed his eyes tightly and lowered his head as he swallowed hard.
“Because I love you.”
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