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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Erica_Reyes, Scott_McCall_(Teen_Wolf),
      Lydia_Martin, Jackson_Whittemore, Allison_Argent, Isaac_Lahey, Sheriff
      Stilinski, Vernon_Boyd, Alan_Deaton, Kate_Argent
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Awkwardness, Danger, Action/Adventure, Major_Character
      Injury, Paranormal, Fluff, Romance, Humor, Sexual_Content, Alternate
      Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Telepathic_Bond, Coming_Out, Scott_McCall_&
      Stiles_Stilinski_Friendship, Pack_Feels
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      Published: 2012-09-16 Updated: 2013-09-25 Chapters: 13/? Words: 24135
****** (because I have someone else in mind) for you ******
by DearOne
Summary
     Sometimes Stiles wanted to get away from himself.
     Meanwhile, for the first time, Derek didn't want to leave.
Notes
     First Teen Wolf fic! I'm currently watching season two so this fic
     might be borderline AU where the plot doesn't match up. Sorry about
     that but I couldn't wait any longer, the Sterek ship needs to be
     shipped. XD (I haven't read much fics of this genre yet as I am just
     now getting into the fandom, so I'm hoping that this hasn't been done
     before... My apologies if it has. Infringement is not intended.)
     Also, this is beta-less. All mistakes are my own. :/
***** Chapter 1 *****
***
Stiles liked to think that he was in control, that he could be in control of
everything that happened to him and those that he cared about, which was pretty
much everyone. Everyone except Jackson, and Derek. Okay, so Jackson, maybe he
cared a little for him. He made Lydia happy for some inane reason. For that, by
extension, he cared for the jerk-off. That left Derek being the exception.
Derek. Derek saved his life once. Twice. Three times? He wasn't counting. But
he knew the count.
Stiles wasn't about to keep track, he didn't want to know how many times he
owed Derek his life. Stiles let out a frustrated sigh because that wasn't it at
all. He was grateful to Derek, yes, but he never felt that he owed the guy
anything. Maybe it was because Derek never made him feel as if he was indebted
to him. And why should he be? Derek was pretty much the reason why he found
himself in these life or death situations in the first place. Okay, sometimes
it was his fault, or Scott's fault. Or whatever. The point is is that over
time, Derek had somehow become a fixture in his life. A very solid fixture that
he found that he could rely on. He didn't know when it had started but he found
that he now cared for Derek. Derek was no longer the exception to everyone else
in his circle.
And yet, Stiles thought, Derek was and always will be an exception.
By control, Stiles meant that he'd like to see those mentioned safe and happy
and alive.
Sometimes, he forgot that his circle included himself because late at night, he
would get these thoughts. These thoughts that overwhelmed him so much that it
actually ached to close his eyes. Hell, he couldn't. Not when he was thinking
how his life got to be so wrong.
He was not safe pretty much all the time, no matter how much he tried.
He was not happy, not in the happy way of feeling. He was happy enough, but he
was questioning it. And that saddened him.
He was alive. So there was that. But was he really living?
A shuddering breath escaped Stiles' lips. He told himself that he was not
crying. He was not.
"Get it together, Stiles. You're alive and you're happy and you're safe in
bed," he whispered in his empty room and squeezed his eyes shut.
***
Derek didn't know why he was there, just outside of Stiles' bedroom window. At
present, he was not in immediate danger. So he didn't need help. He didn't need
information. He didn't even need to borrow anything. And yet, there he was. He
was without a reason to be there. But he reasoned when he heard a shattered sob
escape from Stiles, that it was his responsibility to find a way to help the
boy. Werewolf or not, he considered Stiles to be a part of his pack. And he was
the Alpha. The Alpha takes care of his pack.
Derek didn't leave until Stiles' breathing evened out, telling him that he
finally fell asleep. Derek didn't question why he left with his chest aching.
He didn't question why he couldn't fall asleep himself when he dropped into his
own bed. He did question, however, why the world was so wrong for a boy who
just wanted to do right.
TBC
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, wow! I wasn't expecting to get kudos. Thanks all so much for
     reading!
     I want to point out that I just now watched 02x07 so things aren't
     going to quite match up. And characters will be OOC. Oops!
"Erica!"
Erica looked over her shoulder to meet her caller's eyes. She stood up from her
seat on an overturned crate and grinned as she made her way to stand in front
of the werewolf that recently turned her. "You called." Erica smirked as she
ran her hand along Derek's shoulder and she eagerly awaited for her Alpha to
command her.
Derek offered her an acknowledging nod. "I told you that I had someone else in
mind for you."
"I'd rather it be you," Erica started, but at the roll of Derek's eyes, she
relented. "I'll, of course, do whatever you please." To an outsider, the words
might have sounded weak and submissive and pitiful. Erica felt it was the right
thing to say in this world. In this new world she awakened to, where Derek
saved her life by giving her a new way of living. She knew that Derek had no
intention of hurting her. In fact, he wanted her to become stronger.
Derek has heart. He just would prefer it if people forgot that bit. Erica
tilted her head and smiled a smile that almost felt foreign to her lips. The
smile was human and genuine and she gathered that she should thank Derek for
it, but she let the moment pass her by.
"Scott, Allison, Stiles, Lydia and Jackson were all supposed to be out on a
double date the other night at the theater. All were accounted for except
Stiles. Why?"
Derek, interested in teenage affairs? Erica was surprised. And then she
realized that the question was actually about Stiles, a topic that was
synonymous with Derek himself. Two sides of the same coin, those two. Derek and
Stiles. She would have smiled at the cute, but pointing that fact out would
only make Derek retreat back into his shell. Derek talking a little was better
than Derek not talking at all. She bit her lip as she tried to piece together
the latest rumors going through the halls of Beacon Hills High. "Stiles turned
them down. Apparently, he'd rather not be the third wheel, or fifth wheel I
should say."
"Third wheel," Derek repeated, as if it was something he hadn't heard of
before. "Right. You free tonight?"
"Yeah."
"Call him up, you two should have some fun."
Erica nodded, but she had no clue as to where Derek was going with this. "What
do you want me to do if he says no?"
"Then make it a date that he can't refuse."
Erica opened her mouth to ask one of the million questions that ran through her
mind. But Derek held his hand up, silencing her.
"No, this is not some elaborate scheme to get him alone for whatever reason.
You don't even have to do it if you don't want to. But I don't see why not,"
Derek said. "Actually..." Derek looked as if he was going to dismiss the whole
idea, but then in a resigned tone, he started again. "Actually, I've been
thinking that you two need it. Wouldn't want the repressed in the pack, do I?
Could be damaging." Derek finished with a hint of a smirk.
"Ha!" Erica grinned. Inside, her heart sank as she wondered if she'll ever see
Derek truly smile. She took a step forward and poked Derek in the center of his
chest before she turned to leave. "Says the most repressed werewolf in all the
land," she sing-songed as she made her way to the door. "You can count on me."
***
"Dude, Erica is like staring at you," Scott said after taking a drink of his
chocolate milk.
"Yeah, right." Stiles rolled his eyes but looked anyway. And then did a double
take because yes, Erica, the hottest chick in town, was staring at him. So he
did the smoothest thing he could think of on the spot. He saluted her and tried
to smile casually around his mouthful of curly fries and turned back.
"Oh, my God! Erica is staring at me. Lydia, what do I do?" Stiles asked,
flailing his hands about, trying to convey his need for help to the girl
sitting next to him.
Lydia narrowed her eyes at him and took a quick glance across the room, towards
Erica. She then glanced back at her friend. "First, you could learn how to
swallow your food before talking."
Stiles took an audible gulp. "And second?"
"And second, you can either stay here and keep talking to me or get off your
ass and talk to Erica."
Stiles nodded, but still looked unsure. He swiveled his head to Allison who
only nodded at him, seemingly to encourage him to make a move. He turned back
to look at Erica who was still looking at him. Good. Good. "I could do this."
Stiles murmured to himself as he stood up. He took a step towards Erica and
promptly ran into Jackson. And just because the world hated him, the tray of
food that Jackson was carrying was now decorating his person.
"You fucking...." Stiles tuned Jackson out as the guy shoved past him.
Stiles cursed to himself as he bent down to pick up the fallen tray and
cutlery. He saw Scott in his peripheral vision helping him out by grabbing a
spoon. So he headed towards the knife that slid past the table. And just as he
made a grab for it, it disappeared from his line of sight. He looked up and
found Erica standing before him.
"Looking for this?" Erica smiled as she waved the plastic-ware in front of him.
"Er, yeah. Thanks." Stiles held his hand out and tried not to make awkward eye
contact as he took the knife from her.
"You realize I'm up here?"
Stiles heard Erica's soft chuckle and met her eyes when she hooked a finger
under his chin and tilted his head up. "Yeah, yeah, I do realize that. So..."
And Stiles swore that he had something good to say, it was just not making its
way to his mouth. "So..."
"So tonight at eight be at the arena."
"Umm... why? Is there something going down?"
Erica's smile deepened, and she rolled her eyes as she flicked a piece of
lettuce off Stiles' shoulder. "No. Consider it as a date."
Stiles quickly scanned the cafeteria, wondering if this was some kind of set-up
because seriously, these kinds of things never happened to him. Being asked to
go on a date, not the getting food splattered on him part or the crashing into
people thing because that happened quite often. He thought he should say yes,
that, of course, he would go out on a date with the hottest girl in town, but
then he wondered why something seemed off, like he felt that he wasn't feeling
the right feelings. Shouldn't he be more excited? And less... afraid? Stiles
cleared his throat. Maybe he should account it to the fact that this was the
first time ever he had been in such a situation. He decided that in situations
like these, he should go with his instinct. And that was to question it.
"Umm... why? What? A date... what? With me? Why? I don't think--
"Stiles!" Erica interrupted. "It's just a date. And because Derek thinks it's a
good idea. So are you coming or not?"
"Whoa, Derek asked?" Stiles was completely floored at the thought. And this
totally changed everything. He didn't think that Derek would do such a thing.
But then Derek was all kinds of unpredictable. So the idea started to make
sense. Derek sent Erica to ask him, Stiles Stilinski, to go on a date with him?
"Oh, my God, really? That's like... wow. I never thought--"
"Stiles!" Erica called out again and this time she raised a questioning
eyebrow.
"Right. Right! I mean, umm, okay! I'll be umm. I'll be there. At eight. At the
arena." Stiles grinned. He watched but wasn't really watching when Erica nodded
in return and then exited the cafeteria.
And just like that, Stiles got a date with the resident Alpha werewolf, Derek
Hale. Things were looking up, Stiles thought and turned to head back to his
table. But he slipped on mashed potatoes instead and ended up flat on his back.
"Literally looking up."
TBC
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hehe, all the hits and kudos are totally feeding my muse. I have
     another chapter for you guys. Thanks all! :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Stiles walked into his bedroom, fresh from the shower and one chorus away from
finishing his song. And usually he reserved his song just for shower time
because when he last sung it in his bedroom, Scott had caught him mid verse and
he still couldn't live it down. He was feeling the words though. He was feeling
good and feeling like he just needed to sing his jam. That's how good he felt.
So, still decked out in only a towel around his waist, he jumped in front of
his mirror and belted out the words.
"Slam your body down and wind it all around
Slam your body down and zigazig
ah If you wanna be my lover"
He danced along like no one was watching because no one was watching. He
checked. And when he finished, he nodded to his reflection. "Stiles Stilinski,
this is your night." He flexed and then cringed at the very lack of muscles
that actually flexed. What would someone see in him? He was completely average,
nothing defining about his body except for a scattering of moles that he
decided weren't much to look at. He'd rather some muscle tone, some definition
to his lanky body. He wondered if he were to do a hundred push-ups now, would
it make a difference? Just for tonight? Yeah, he thought, like that would work.
He rolled his eyes. He took a step closer into the mirror. "We can't all look
like Derek," he told his reflection. And then he did a quick spin, jumped and
landed on his knees, holding the towel that fell from his hips mid-jump like it
was a mic. "If you wanna be my lover, you gotta..." Stiles paused and half
whispered what he really wanted, "you gotta be Derek Hale."
He smirked as he jumped back to his feet and pulled on his clothes. "And
tonight he's gonna be mine." He looked down at the bottle on his dresser. He
borrowed the aftershave from Danny because it smelled really really good. And,
he thought, if tonight was the best night of his teenage life--just the thought
of it already made it so--he would want to smell his best. He put some on. And
exited his room with a smile on his face.
***
"Is there a reason why you are creepily stalking my best friend in a very
creepily way?" Scott crossed his arms as he came to stand in front of Derek,
who was across the street from Stiles' house.
Derek sighed at the intrusion in front of him. "I was waiting for him to come
out."
"And why is that?"
"I wanted to ask him where you were at," Derek bit out.
"And why couldn't you have just went to my place instead?"
Derek narrowed his eyes. "Shut up."
Scott pushed Derek behind a tree just when the front door to Stiles' house
opened. "You realize he thinks that his date with Erica is actually a date with
you?"
Derek pulled himself back up to his full height and towered over Scott. "What
are you talking about?"
"I heard Erica when she asked him. She made it sound like you were the one who
was asking to meet with him."
Derek gripped Scott's shoulder. "And he agreed?"
Scott brushed Derek's hands off of him. "Obviously! And pretty quickly, I might
add."
"A date that he can't refuse," Derek muttered. He glanced back to see Stiles
get into his jeep.
"What did you say?" Scott asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Nothing." Derek turned back to face Scott. "Why would he agree to go on this
date?" Derek asked more to himself than to the young werewolf blocking him. His
mind was racing. He did hear what Stiles said into the mirror and that only
served to confuse him. He and Stiles hated each other, tolerated each other at
best when they needed to be in the same room. He knew that he was the one who
usually sought Stiles out for help, but that was only because he knew that
Stiles was just that kind of reliable. He could depend on Stiles. And that was
fact to him. If he were being honest with himself, he wouldn't deny he was
attracted to him. There was a definite, inexplicable pull that he felt. As if
he needed to get closer to Stiles whenever he was near and even that wasn't
enough. He wanted to feel him too.
"I don't know what he sees in you. I mean from the sound of it, he would have
turned down Erica and she's a total babe. Anyway, I tried to talk him out of
going out tonight. But... he's right. He deserves..." Scott stopped short, as
if he couldn't get his words out. He sighed and started again. "The reason why
I'm here is to give you the talk."
"The talk?" Derek bit out, clearly irritated.
"Yeah, the talk," Scott said slowly. "I mean, just to be clear, I still don't
like you. But I can't ask you to keep away from Stiles. You saved his life."
Scott looked over at Stiles' jeep as it drove away before he continued. "More
than once. And maybe that's why he's agreed to this. Maybe he feels like he
owes--"
"He saved my life, too," Derek cut in, feeling like that was important
information.
"Yeah, yeah he did," Scott said.
"So, was that the Talk? Are we done here?" Derek asked, but wasn't really
asking. He needed to get going. He needed to find out if what Scott was saying
was true. He needed to find out from Stiles himself.
"Well, I wanted to threaten you. You know, tell you that I'll break your nose
if you hurt him but then you'd just heal, That's no fun."
"I won't hurt him." And these words came out easily.
Scott nodded and took a step closer to Derek. "Good, because if you do hurt
him, you need to leave. Go somewhere far away from here and never come back."
Derek took his turn to step even closer to Scott, and hid his smirk when he saw
that the young werewolf had nearly stumbled back. Nearly. The boy held his
ground. Derek briefly contemplated how far Scott had come. But that was a
thought for a different night. Tonight was no longer a night for thinking. It
was a night for feeling. "I won't," Derek said, evenly, clearly and without
hesitation. And without further explanation, Derek turned and headed towards
the direction Stiles had taken.
TBC
Chapter End Notes
     Stiles' song is Wannabe by Spice Girls. If you haven't seen Dylan
     "sing" this on his youtube channel, I suggest you do :)
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Derek, what are you doing here?" Erica asked, worriedly. She took a quick
glance at the entrance to the arena. "Did something happen?"
"Stiles is on his way," Derek supplied.
"Well, given that we have a date, that is to be expected." Erica grinned.
Derek sighed. "You made it sound as if I asked you to ask him for me."
"Ah, well, how else was I supposed to get him here?" Erica raised her eyebrow
in question. But it was not really a question at all. She didn't think that
Derek had sorted his own feelings for Stiles yet. But she did know that they
were there. She was not a fool. She could see it in the way Derek's eyes
widened in anticipation whenever Stiles' name was mentioned. How they glint red
whenever Stiles was in danger. How they soften whenever he learned that Stiles
was out of harms way. She could feel it too. She could feel the sparks between
them. The chemistry was undeniable. Always reactive. Explosive. It was more
obvious in Stiles. No surprise there as Stiles wore his heart on his sleeve.
"You should have seen his face when I mentioned that it was your idea. Saying
your name was like flicking a switch. It was only then that I got his
attention.
I like him, you know?" Erica didn't know why she wanted to tell Derek, of all
people, this bit of personal information. But it was a part of her, a part of
her past that she needed to let go. Maybe that was why she told Stiles. It was
her way of moving on. "A silly childhood crush on the only guy who could make
me laugh, even if he didn't know I existed. Lydia was the apple of his eye.
Funny how things work out. I see Stiles, Stiles sees Lydia, Lydia sees
Jackson... All so very fucked up."
"It doesnt have to be that way," Derek said, surprising Erica.
"No, no it doesn't," Erica sighed.
"Stiles could be yours."
And just the idea of it coming from Derek completely threw Erica. "You say that
as if he's fair game," Erica pointed out.
"That's not what I meant," Derek said, his tone carrying the bite that Erica
was more accustomed to.
"Right. Well, this is how it's going to go if he finds me here instead of you.
He'll smile and go along with our date. We'll talk about school or the new
baddie in town and we'll skate together all cutesy like, holding hands. He'll
crack a joke and I'll laugh. We'll have a good time," Erica said, and as the
hypothetical night played out in her mind, the more wrong it felt. "No, Stiles
is not mine for the taking. I want someone who sees me." She cleared her
throat. "You. You two. You look at each other and it's like the rest of the
world ceases to exist. You both see each other, but don't know--trading insults
in place of..." Erica trailed off. It was not her place to say. They had to
find out for themselves. "Think about it, Derek. Stiles is just around the
corner and he's expecting to see you. Are you going to leave? Or are you gonna
stay and wait to see him in return?"
Derek licked his lips and turned to see that Stiles had parked his Jeep. "I
already see him," Derek said, and without turning back to look at the woman who
was standing next to him, he knew that Erica had already left. "Thank you,"
Derek whispered into the night air.
***
"So, why the arena if you didn't plan on skating?"
"Good question," Derek replied. He wondered what Erica was thinking. She seemed
awfully sure of his feelings towards Stiles. And it was as if she had put a lot
of thought in her words. Had this been a part of her plan all along? Was she
out there now, laughing at him from afar? He tried to scent her and got a vague
trace of her mixed with another distinct scent, Isaac. At least she wasn't
alone. "Let's get out of here."
"We didn't even make it through the entrance," Stiles pointed out.
"Let's go back to your place."
"Oh, no, I don't come for free," Stiles joked.
Derek was momentarily thrown off guard at how Stiles seemed so relaxed, while
he felt like he was a jumbled mess of emotions. "Then tell me what you want..."
The words were out of Derek's mouth before he realized what he said. He tried
to back track. "What you want to do, I mean."
Stiles' eyes widened as he picked up on the reference of his song. "Great balls
of fire in a poo-poo bag! You got it so bad for me that you're stalking me?"
Derek sighed at having been caught. "You really need to invest in some
curtains. Anyone could have seen you. And naked?!" Derek growled the last bit
out.
Stiles choked as he saw that people had actually stopped moving and gave them
their complete attention. "Yeah, he said naked! Get over it. And you know he
looks fantastic naked. Yeah, you all picture that. You're welcome!" Stiles
announced and took advantage of the moment to bodily push Derek in the
direction of the parking lot. "Let's get out of here."
Derek internally grinned, this was going a whole lot better than he thought. He
could do this. He could be here for Stiles. Who said that he was a sourwolf?
Oh, right, Stiles.
TBC
Chapter End Notes
     Woohoo, don't think I've ever chugged out a chapter as fast as this
     one XD I blame it on the excitement of the Ultimate Slash Madness
     Tourney poll. Get voting_and_support our sterek ship :)
     BTW, the characters in this fic are starting to get a little too OOC
     for me... not what I had in mind at all. Anyway, must be because I'm
     in such a good mood. But next chapter, prepare for feelings XD It may
     be the last...
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"So, where to?" Stiles asked as he started the engine and pulled out of the
parking lot.
"Wait," Derek said as he looked over his shoulder. "Something feels off."
Stiles harrumphed as he made a sharp left, hoping to jostle the wolf who was
sitting passenger, but sadly he didn't even flinch. "Well, I'm sorry but
you're--"
"No, not this," Derek whispered as his gaze bored into Stiles as if he was
trying to telepathically get his message across. And then, as if satisfied,
Derek turned back to look out the window. "Just now, it got a bit quiet."
"Oh, ohhh." Stiles noted the tense line of Derek's shoulders. "Should I pull
over? Do you need to like scent something or whatever? What should I--"
"Shhh." Derek held up his hand, and Stiles fixed his gaze back on the road.
"It's probably nothing."
"And if it isn't nothing?" Stiles whispered, hating the tingle that ran up his
spine. "I think I feel it, too."
"Pull over at the gas station," Derek said, calmly. His demeanor had changed
instantly. And Stiles wondered whether he was just trying to put him at ease.
"Why?"
"You're empty," Derek said without even checking.
Stiles looked at his dash and saw that his gaslight was indeed on, blaring at
him in angry red. "Oh." How long had that been on? Stiles turned into the gas
station and just as he was about to turn his key, Derek gripped his arm.
"Boyd, he's near."
Stiles' eyes went wide and his first instinct was to turn around and look out
the window, but Derek stayed his movements with a thumb and forefinger to his
chin. The hold was firm, but surprisingly gentle.
"Act normal. I think we were being followed," Derek whispered. He nodded
towards the gas-pump. "Follow me out."
Stiles watched as Derek left the vehicle before he opened his own door. He put
a smile to his face and walked around his Jeep as casually as he could until he
was behind Derek.
Derek tilted his head his way and returned his smile with a grin of his own,
and Stiles was momentarily caught off guard by this display of emotion. But
then it hit him that this was for show. His chest ached and his stomach
plummeted. The moment. Ruined.
Stiles watched Derek pull out his wallet and take out his credit card. Stiles
had a fleeting thought of Derek doing human things like going to the bank and
paying his bills. Stiles wondered at the thought of how it didn't occur to him
that Derek actually had a life beyond being a werewolf. That thought worried
him because why would he think Derek didn't do those things? Stiles bit his lip
and filed the thought away for when they had time to discuss the life that,
apparently, he didn't know much about. He watched Derek with renewed interest.
Derek swiped his card, pulled out the pump and opened the gas tank. They were
such simple movements, but Stiles was awed by the graceful, easy, almost
rhythmic movements. And just like that, despite the racing thoughts that ran in
the back of his mind and the ongoing thought of who could be following them and
what kind of danger they were in and how they were going to get out alive, a
wave of calmness settled over him. "So, not even thirty minutes into our date
and you are already sticking things in holes." Stiles grinned.
Derek locked onto his gaze. And next thing Stiles knew, he was being pressed
not too gently against the door of his Jeep. "The things you say... You,
Stiles, you don't know how dangerous you are. Too dangerous for your own good,"
Derek whispered against his neck. And then: "There are four people, probably
hunters. They're spread out, one just over my shoulder. Another is out across
the street, behind the trees."
Stiles was dizzy with want, the dangerous air only adding fuel to the fire that
was burning inside of him. Derek pressed against him was just too much. "No. I
think you meant I'm too curious for my own good. Danger just follows you. And
the big bad wolf is too good to resist." Stiles grinned, and pushed up against
the wolf who was practically bearing down on him. And Stiles felt, rather than
heard, Derek's groan, his chest vibrating, rumbling. Stiles closed his eyes at
the sensation. It was like their bodies were one even through the clothes that
separated them. Arousal quickly mixed in with the danger. The air seemed to
thicken and crackle around them. Stiles nearly moaned. But he found it in
himself to focus on the task at hand. "What's the plan? Where's Boyd?"
"Waiting just beyond the station, now. He can't take them alone--"
"I'm not leaving without you," Stiles said before Derek suggested the idea.
They both turned to look at the pump when it clicked, signaling that the tank
was full. Derek turned back to mouth at Stiles' ear, and Stiles barely heard
Derek telling him to go. Then Derek was moving off of him, taking the pump out
of the Jeep, placing it back in its holster and telling him to get into the
car. Stiles wondered whether werewolves had some kind of enthralling power as
he found himself doing as he said.
"I'll meet you at your house," Derek said just as Stiles closed the door.
And in a matter of seconds several things happened, seemingly all at once. The
hunters were revealing themselves. Boyd was coming out of nowhere and somehow
reached Derek's side in one fluid movement. The hunters were advancing. And
Derek and Boyd shifted into their game-faces. Stiles' engine was running, and
before he knew what he was doing, his wheels peeled out. And he was driving not
away like Derek told him to do, but towards the hunters. Towards the danger
that would most likely be the death of him.
"Stiles, nooo!" Stiles vaguely heard. And for some reason the memory of putting
on Danny's aftershave came to mind just as he ran into the first hunter, who
looked a lot like Kate Argent. But it couldn't have been Kate because she was
dead. Wasn't she? Stiles was thinking that he couldn't think. The world was
whooshing around him as he was being tilted sideways and he didn't figure that
his Jeep was overturning until the door had been ripped open. And suddenly,
Stiles' ears were ringing. Too much noise. His eyes couldn't seem to focus as
he was seeing too much white. Then altogether, at once, he heard nothing and
everything faded to black.
TBC
Chapter End Notes
     Right, so, I THOUGHT I was going to give this just one more chapter,
     but then a wild plot bunny appeared. XD
     Hope you enjoy... more to come! :)
     PS: I finished season two! It was awesome. Not sure how it will
     affect the story. But whatevs.
***** Chapter 6 *****
“Whaahapentmeg?”
“You lost a lot of blood. Try to stay still. I got you,” Boyd said as he
carried Stiles away from the others.
“Derek?”
“He’s busy at the moment.” Boyd deposited Stiles in a small clearing under a
tree in the woods. He pricked his ears to pick up on whether they were being
followed or not. He didn't think it likely given the look that was written all
over Derek’s face when Stiles’ Jeep had flipped over. There was no question
that there would be hell to pay. Satisfied that they were alone, Boyd carefully
straightened Stiles’ body to assess the damage. “You got a pretty ugly gash on
your head. Can you tell me what day it is?”
“It's date night. And I'm telling you, I’m fine. Now you tell me where is
Derek,” Stiles huffed out and pulled his hand towards him.
Boyd saw him flinch. “Your arm’s broken.”
“Boyd!” Stiles shouted and pulled on Boyd’s collar, bringing them face to face.
“Where. Is. Derek?”
“Calm down, he’s got a handle on things.” Boyd cleared his throat.
“A handle--There were five armed hunters out there.”
“Four. You took one down with your Jeep. What were you thinking?”
“I--Look, I saw Kate. And--”
“And it’s not your fight, man.”
Stiles slumped against Boyd’s shoulder. Then leaned back against a tree. “I
wanted to help.”
“And you did. Stupid thing to do, but you helped all the same.”
Stiles rolled his eyes, and sat up a little straighter. “Did Kate go down?”
“That the blond chick?”
“Yeah.” Stiles grimaced as he tested out his legs.
“She was still there when I left.”
“And you left Derek to fend for himself?!” Stiles asked, getting worked up
again.
“Look, you didn't see Derek. When he saw that they had shot your wheels,
causing you to swerve and flip, he was... he was fast. He was tearing out your
door before the Jeep finished its tumble and pulled you out. Everything
happened so quickly. Next thing I knew, he put you in my arms. Told me to get
you to safety and not to look back. And before I could get a word in, he was
already on the other hunters,” Boyd said in a rush, hoping his story would be
enough. There was no turning back now. He could only hope that Derek made it
out. "As far as I'm concerned, if Derek tells me to do something I'll do it.
Stiles nodded, and fell back into the tree. “My cell. Call Scott.”
“Derek already did. He called out to the others.” This much, Boyd was certain
of. “There’s no way that they didn't hear. The howl is still ringing in my
ears.”
Boyd looked back, and wondered whether he should return now that Stiles was
safe. But there were only four hunters left. Derek surely could take them,
couldn't he?
***
Derek jumped and mid-flight he stretched his legs and hurled himself at the
nearest hunter, taking him down. He then turned to look for Kate. He knew that
she would be the one leading them.
And then there she was, clapping.
“Very nice, excellent form.”
Derek eyed the other two hunters, who arranged themselves next to Kate. “And
how is it that your form is still standing?”
Kate laughed as she met Derek’s gaze. “Oh, Derek. There is just so much you
don’t know. Perhaps if you weren't so busy getting mixed up with these
pathetic, little teenagers,” Kate paused and then quirked her lip into a grin
as she took measured steps towards Derek. She smiled when she got close enough
to touch, but she didn't. She looked Derek up and down. “Or should I say mixing
in? Did you get yourself a boy-toy, Derek? He’s terribly cute, and all...
innocent," Kate bit out the last word. She cocked her hip as she laughed.
“Leave him out of this. I don’t know how you came back, but I don’t care. So,
if you came to fight--”
“Still the same old Derek,” Kate said, interrupting him as she dug her rifle
into the werewolf’s chest. “Always jumping in a fight head-on without learning
the rules. Well, that’s not going to happen this time.” Kate’s smile deepened.
“No. You see, Derek, we have some business that needs finishing. Personal
business.”
“Go on, then. Shoot me," Derek said, and for a moment he hoped that it
happened. He wanted to feel it, the pain. But in the back of his mind, he knew
that she wouldn't do it. She would torture him, yes. But shooting him wasn't
her style, that would be too easy.
Kate laughed. “You’d like that, wouldn't you? Your heart is aching for the
pain. You and your fucking death-wish, Derek. No, I’m not going to grant you a
way out. No. You are going to walk into that van over there, nice and easy
like, before your pups get here. That’s it,” Kate said as Derek sighed and
walked backwards towards the vehicle.
A few steps in, Derek abruptly stopped and narrowed his eyes at Kate.
“Actually, I think not. You know, been there, done that. Didn't take.” Derek
sprung into a back-flip, kicking the gun out of Kate’s hands. He caught it and
pointed it back to her. “You see, Kate. I’m not gonna run this time. You are.”
“You really gonna kill me, Derek? Baby, after all we've been through?” Kate
purred and smiled as if Derek wasn't holding a gun level to her heart. “That
hurts, Derek.”
“You should have thought of that before you killed me,” Derek bit out. And
without waiting for a retort, he pulled the trigger.
And just when he thought he would finally be free, he became imprisoned by his
own burning pain.
The world was crashing down around him. He was brought down to his knees. He
tried to yell, to move, to do anything that would release the pressure that
seemed to be pushing and pulling him all at once in every direction. He was
trying to come to, but the more he struggled, the worse it became.
So he stilled. He didn't move, didn't even blink, and then, for a second, he
saw Kate. He saw her grabbing hold of the rifle and tossing it to someone over
his shoulder, behind him. And then all faded to black as he felt a hood
tightening around him, and somehow, it cut off his senses. He couldn't see. He
couldn't hear. He couldn't smell. He couldn't even taste the blood in his
mouth. But he could feel. He felt his body being lifted and dropped onto a
hard, unforgiving surface. He felt the restraints being placed on his hands and
feet, and it was then that he realized that he wasn't able to move them,
regardless of the shackles.
Was he paralyzed? Where were they taking him? Where was Scott? Erica? Isaac?
Jackson? Boyd? Stiles? Stiles. And with that final thought, Derek knew that he
had to get out of this. He had to get back to Stiles.
TBC
***** Chapter 7 *****
Derek found himself alone, hanging by his hands in the middle of a cell without
a stitch of clothing. He was aching but he wasn't bleeding. So, he could have
either healed from the torture that may have been inflicted upon him when he
lost time, or if the torture was yet to come. He felt groggy, drugs or
something like it must be running through his veins. He felt heavy. He looked
up at his restraints, the metal cuffs were biting into his wrists. That
couldn't be helped as his feet barely touched the ground. And they, too, had
shackles around them. Its chains were bolted to the floor.
He tried to sense anyone around him, but he found that he was still incapable
of using his sense of smell or hearing. He ran his tongue over his lip and
found that he could at least taste, whatever good that could serve him. Derek
sighed.
Just what was going on? He thought back to what happened. He knew something was
off right from the get-go after seeing Kate. That in itself wasn't possible.
But then he was aware that he, himself, should have been an impossibility. No,
this was his world where werewolves and kanimas and God knows what else roamed
the earth. He couldn't rule out Kate being alive. Wasn't her being in front of
him, talking to him, smirking at him evidence enough? Or was it? Something
didn't add up, even before he was hit with whatever that cut off his senses, he
didn't exactly sense her, did he? He could have sworn that there were only four
people that had surrounded him and Stiles, not including Boyd. But then there
were five. One of them he hadn't picked up on. There was one of them that he
couldn't smell. The one without a scent was Kate. And he was intimately
familiar with Kate's scent, unfortunately. There was no way that he could have
mistaken her for another. And that was it. Kate wasn't Kate at all, but
something else entirely.
And just then the door opened. Derek braced himself, wondering if it would be
her that walked into the cell. But it wasn't. It was Stiles.
Stiles looked at him, their gazes met and held. And everything seemed to fall
away. Stiles' eyes seemed to bore into him, and that made himself feel more
naked than the fact that he was nude. And with that thought, it seemed that
Stiles read his mind as his eyes widened, taking him in. His mouth then fell
open as if in shock. Derek would have laughed at Stiles' surprised gaze but
then he was caught off guard at the simple beauty of seeing Stiles blush.
Derek wanted to close the gap between them, but when he moved, he was reminded
of the shackles that bound him. He opened his mouth to tell Stiles to help him,
but he found that he couldn't speak. Or was he just not hearing himself speak?
He looked up at Stiles, who seemed to have picked his jaw up from the floor and
was now looking like a fish out of water. His mouth opening and closing, and
Derek realized that he must be speaking.
Stiles looked confused, terrified even.
Derek tried to tell him that he shouldn't be afraid. That he wouldn't hurt him.
But it was a moot point, Derek could see it in Stiles' face that his words had
no voice. Derek didn't know what had happened to him but before he could dwell
on that further, he had to get them out. Away from wherever they were.
***
Upon opening what felt like his hundredth door, Stiles was beginning to resign
to the idea that he was placed in a wild goose chase.
He had received a text from an unknown number exactly a week after Derek had
been kidnapped. The text only contained an address, and Stiles was certain that
it would lead him to Derek. He had contacted Scott, who told him that they
couldn't be for sure, and it might be a trap. But Stiles had nothing else to go
on, he had to find Derek. Scott and the other werewolves weren't able to pick
up on Derek's scent, which went no further than the gas station they were
attacked at. So, Stiles had insisted and persisted, and eventually Scott
relented after Stiles told him that he would go with or without him. The
others, Erica, Isaac, Boyd, Allison, Lydia and even Jackson, had joined in as
soon as they learned of the only clue that could lead them to Derek. And not an
hour later, Stiles had found himself squeezed between Boyd and Jackson as
Allison drove the weapon equipped van that she "borrowed" from her father.
The address had led them to some defunct building that looked like a bio-
medical lab of sorts from the outside, but when they had entered it, it looked
like a psychiatric ward gone wrong, a set straight out of a horror movie. It
looked vacant. They weren't sure whether if that was a good or bad thing. They
had split up, each taking a floor. Stiles belatedly remembered that rule number
one in surviving in horror films was to never split up.
Each door that Stiles had opened, revealed only an empty room. And with each
door, Stiles could have screamed out his frustration. Stiles sighed as he stood
in front of his forty-seventh door. This was it, Stiles thought, this had to be
it. He could feel it.
And he was right. His heart plummeted somewhere in the vicinity of his stomach
as he saw Derek hanging in the middle of the cell. And at the same time, he
felt relief wash over him as his gaze met and locked onto Derek who was in one
piece. Thank goodness, because seeing one split in half was a sight that he
hoped he would never see again. Derek didn't have guts falling out of him. He
wasn't even bleeding. He was intact. He was whole. And Stiles couldn't have
been more happy, and then Stiles realized that not only was he whole, he was
completely bare. Nude. Naked. Stiles was seeing parts of Derek that he never
saw before.
Stiles wasn't sure whether the squeak he heard came from his mouth, but he
thinks a squeak is an appropriate response at seeing Derek naked. Stiles had
imagined Derek naked before, something he did quite often ever since Derek had
taken his shirt off in his bedroom. It was around the same time when he
acknowledged that a male was turning him on, really really turning him on. And
the thing was was that Stiles was okay with that. More than okay. And now,
seeing Derek in all his glory, Stiles was glad that he was gay, or at least bi,
because it would have been a waste to not appreciate Derek and his nakedness.
And after those nights when he had let his imagination run wild, Stiles
thought, was nothing compared to the sight before him. No, as far as Derek was
concerned, imagination did not do reality justice. And seeing Derek like this,
skin taut, muscles straining, reminded Stiles of how dangerous Derek could be.
He was a weapon. His body honed to ideal form for use. To kill. To protect. To
keep him alive. Safe. Stiles had seen it all first hand and knew what Derek was
capable of, and now, he could add being able to rob him of his breath to the
list. Derek was devastatingly beautiful.
Stiles looked back up to meet Derek's gaze and noticed that his lips were
moving but no sound was coming out. "What the hell?"
Stiles ran up to Derek, thinking maybe he wasn't close enough to hear. Was he
whispering?
No, no sound at all. Mere puffs of air escaped Derek's lips. "Derek, what did
they do to you?" Stiles wondered if maybe Derek was a hallucination, an image
that his teenaged hormonal crazed mind had conjured. Stiles pressed his hand to
Derek's chest. Solid. Warm. Flesh. Stiles sucked in a much needed breath. "What
happened to you?" No answer came.
Stiles was scared witless, what was going on? "Can you hear me? Nod if you
can."
More puffs of air. No nod.
"They took your hearing too?!" Stiles didn't know what was going on or what to
think, but first things first, he had to get them out of there. This was all
sorts of wrong. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed Scott's number. "Room
394." And without saying anything else, he dropped his phone and looked back at
Derek, who seemed to grow quiet in his silence.
"Derek Hale, just so you know, this is the worst date. Ever. I have you all to
myself. Naked. And I can't even enjoy it," Stiles joked, what else could he do?
He couldn't reach the shackles that bound Derek's wrists. And even if he could,
he wouldn't have been able to get them off. He needed for the others to get
here. The faster, the better. Stiles looked at Derek and willed for him to read
his mind. You're alive. You're safe... Several footsteps from down the hall
tore Stiles away from his thoughts. "They're here," Stiles announced,
needlessly. He looked at the door and back at Derek, who was still very much
naked. How could he forget? Oh, right, the fact that Derek seemed to have lost
all his senses except for his sight as far as Stiles could tell had deterred
his thoughts. Terrible thing, that. "Let's ummm get you presentable, shall we?"
Stiles quickly tore off his shirt and tried to wrap it around Derek's hips, but
it wouldn't reach so Stiles just haphazardly held it over his crotch. "There,"
Stiles said as he looked at Derek, who seemed annoyed but less lost, which was
a plus. Annoyed Derek was far better than lost Derek.
"What the hell?" Scott asked as soon as he, Boyd and Erica arrived at the
scene.
"What the hell exactly," Stiles said. "Boyd, take off your pants."
"Excuse me?"
"You and Derek are about the same size, yeah?" Stiles didn't wait for the
reply. "Well, Derek here, is without a voice, so I'll speak for him and I say
no one here is getting an eyeful of little Derek--"
"Little, my ass," Erica seemed to say through a cough.
"Hey, hey, no fantasizing either," Stiles said as he moved bodily in front of
Derek. "Boyd, pants."
"Stiles, let's just hurry and get the hell out of here," Scott said as he came
forward. "And Boyd, please, if you will. I'd rather not see if Derek isn't so
little. I'm happy with the fantasy that Derek is packing a toothpick."
"Hey!" Stiles said, offended, as if Scott was questioning his own manhood.
Scott grinned as he turned to Boyd, who unceremoniously dropped his pants while
muttering about why he chose to get the bite and, thereby, joining a pack of
insane weirdos. Actually being inside of an insane asylum with said insane
weirdos was only icing to the cake.
"Nice boxers, man." Scott waggled his eyebrows as he pointed out Boyd's
Avengers underpants. "I like."
"Whoa, I should have joined your band of crazy sooner!" Lydia grinned as she
stepped into the room along with Jackson, Allison and Isaac. "It's like an orgy
party up in here."
TBC
***** Chapter 8 *****
"So, what do we do?" Scott asked to no one in particular as soon as they were
settled in the van.
Stiles looked at Derek who was looking at him. "Let's get him to the vet."
Stiles watched as Derek closed his eyes and leaned back into his seat.
It was only an hour and a half drive back to Beacon Hills Animal Clinic, but it
felt hell of a lot longer. Derek seemed to have fallen asleep, and Stiles kept
himself busy watching the alpha, making sure that he didn't spontaneously
disappear or die. The others chatted among themselves. Every now and then
someone would voice a theory as to what happened to Derek and or why Derek was
lycannapped.
"I still say it was aliens," Lydia said. "I mean, Kate is six feet under,
right? Well, aliens can shape-shift."
"Or she could be a ghost," Jackson piped in, to which everyone turned to as
Jackson rarely spoke these days.
"Like Casper?" Scott asked, breaking the awkward tension.
"Or Patrick Swayze?" Allison added, giggling.
"Patrick Swayze is the actor playing the ghost," Isaac supplied.
"As if anyone remembers the ghost's name that Swayze played," Erica pointed
out.
"Sam Wheat," Boyd said, knowingly. And when everyone turned to look at him:
"What? The movie's classic."
"Right. Forget Swayze. And remember Spike when he was a ghost in season five of
Angel? Now, that is one bad-ass ghost." Erica grinned. "A vampire ghost who
rocks a soul. He's kind of my hero."
Boyd cleared his throat. "Say Kate's a ghost, what she do to Derek?"
All eyes turned to the werewolf in question, who appeared to be still sleeping.
Stiles thought that Derek was all too aware of his surroundings, he'd just
rather be left alone so he feigned sleep.
"We're here," Allison announced.
"Let's hope we can get us some answers," Stiles said as he nudged Derek to get
his attention.
"And if we come up short, we can happy-fy some pups while we're here." Isaac
added as he jumped out of the van as soon as it stopped.
***
"Whoa, whoa, I'm a vet." Deaton raised his eyebrows at the string of teenagers
that came into the room.
"Good. We got a pup that needs your vet expertise," Stiles said as he nodded
towards Derek, who followed him into the room.
"Okay, let's see what we have here," Deaton said, almost reluctantly.
"A lycan, obviously," Jackson said, rolling his eyes. "What kind of vet are
you?"
"He meant symptoms, dumbass," Stiles replied. "And will you not piss off the
good doctor?"
At that, Jackson took two determined steps into Stiles' personal space. "You
wanna say--"
But before Jackson could finish his threat, Derek had slid in-between the two,
separating them. He shoved Jackson, none too gently, away from Stiles.
"Whoa, whoa! I heard a growl. That was a growl, Derek! You can growl!" Stiles
announced to the room.
"Most werewolves are known to make such noises," Deaton said, calmly as if
someone wasn't just shoved across the room. "When they are in discomfort, in
fear, or being assertive, jealous, territorial... He seems to be fully
functioning." He then addressed Derek, "Why do you need seeing?"
As Derek was turned away from the vet, he wasn't aware of being questioned. So
Stiles answered for him. "He can't talk, nor can he hear. They did something to
him."
Deaton nodded in understanding. Scott and Stiles had previously come to him,
asking for him to keep a lookout and to let them know if he received any
information that would help them find Derek. "Okay, Stiles, you wanna direct
him to the table. Everyone else, clear out of the room."
Erica raised her hand from where she was standing. "Will he have to undress?
I'd like to be here for that."
"Out," The vet repeated again. And that was all it took for everyone to file
out of the room.
"Niiice. How do you do that without even changing your tone? Teachers, and
parents for that matter, can learn a thing or two from you," Stiles said.
Deaton carried on as if he didn't hear. "A personal question, if you will...
How long have you been intimate with each other?" The vet asked as he took his
penlight and assessed Derek's eyes with it.
"Umm, like never," Stiles replied. "I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to it,"
Stiles said as his eyes met with Derek's when the vet put away his penlight.
There was something telling in Derek's eyes that Stiles couldn't pinpoint, was
it understanding? Stiles wondered just how much Derek could pick up on
conversation without his sense of hearing. And then he realized what he just
said and what Derek must be thinking about what he just said. Stiles cleared
his throat. "Umm.. why do you ask?"
Stiles watched as Deaton checked Derek's ears. "I only ask because they say
when werewolves take a mate, they can communicate with each other without the
use of words. And earlier, though brief, it seemed like that was the case
between the two of you."
Deaton moved away for a moment and wrote on a couple cards before he stepped
back in front of Derek. "Going to check your throat now." The vet opened his
mouth and indicated for Derek to do the same, which he did. The vet held up a
card that he'd written on earlier. "Say ahhhhhh," the vet said and nodded. What
came out of Derek was a breath of air.
"It seems that he's got laryngitis. Not permanent."
"I had that before but I was able to still speak. Sort of. Whale sounds just
under a whisper."
"Sometimes sound is affected completely."
"And that growl we heard?"
"Good point. Growls use the same vocal chords used for talking, and we
definitely heard him. Think of it in the way you said that you were able to
voice some sounds." The vet then took an exaggerated breath and gestured with
his hands to let the breath out while he checked Derek's lungs."
"So, about his hearing, is that temporary?" Stiles asked when the vet put away
his stethoscope.
Deaton shook his head. "Don't see any damage that would call for permanent loss
of hearing. Perhaps he was exposed to loud noise. I can't say, he would need to
see an ENT for an actual diagnosis." The vet looked at Derek and held up
another card. To which, Derek shook his head. Stiles saw the card that asked if
there was any pain when Deaton placed it on the table. "Anything else?" Deaton
asked Derek.
Derek pointed to his nose.
"Can't scent anything, can you?"
Derek shook his head.
"No blockage. I wonder if that's also temporary," Deaton said after he checked.
He then smiled and patted Derek's back. "Speaking as a vet, I say plenty of
water, food and rest, and he'll be wagging his tail in no time." The phone then
rang in the other room. "If you'll excuse me for a moment." At Stiles' and
Derek's nod, Deaton exited the room.
When the door closed, Stiles moved in front of Derek. "Wagging your tail, huh?
That's interesting. How come we have yet to see it? You gonna show me sometime?
I think you should show me. I mean, after The Worst Date Ever, I think you have
a lot to make up for if you want a second date," Stiles said, knowing that
Derek couldn't hear him, but needing to fill the silence with something. "And,
of course, you want a second date with the awesome that is Stiles Stilinski."
Stiles grinned as he saw Derek roll his eyes.
"Communicate without words, hmmm? Like the Force ability Jedi can learn in Star
Wars? It's that kind of awesome, isn't it? Whoa, I could be a Jedi!" Stiles
laughed, and then looking at Derek looking serious, Stiles stepped closer to
the older man.
"So, wanna get intimate? Make me a Jedi? Maybe then I could figure out what the
hell you're thinking about." Stiles paused. "People could communicate all the
time without words, you know?" Stiles whispered this, and feeling bold, he took
Derek's hand and interlaced their fingers. Derek's eyes widened a fraction.
"You feel that, Derek? I'm telling you that you aren't alone. I'm here. We'll
figure this out."
Derek squeezed Stiles' hand, pulled him to stand in-between his legs and rested
his forehead against Stiles'.
Stiles closed his eyes and felt Derek's sigh, the air ghosting across his lips.
If Stiles were to tilt his head a fraction their lips would meet, but Stiles
knew that they were not there yet. They were still just learning how to
communicate.
***
"So, I don't think Derek should be alone, you know, while he doesn't have his
hearing and all. We don't know what's the status on Kate... And his place might
be crawling with bugs," Stiles said to the group when they were once again
packed in the van.
"Hey, wait. I've been staying there. Someone could have been watching me, you
think?" Isaac asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Can't be sure," Scott said. "You could stay at my place, if you want, until
well, until we can figure this all out."
"We know nothing, what makes you think we can figure this out?" Jackson asked.
"Well, seeing as after all we've been through, we're all still here and
accounted for. So, why not?" Scott replied. He then nodded towards Derek. "I
suppose you wanna stay with Stiles?"
Derek looked over at Stiles as if he heard Scott, his eyes unreadable.
"I can't wait to see my dad's reaction when I bring you home," Stiles said,
looking back at Derek.
TBC
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Dad's not home, yet," Stiles pointed out when they were dropped off at his
house. "Night shift," he explained, looking over at Derek who was following
quietly behind him. Seeing Derek being so accommodating made Stiles feel a bit
uneasy. He accounted it to having been subjected to who knows what. His wounds
may have healed, but what if they broke him mentally? Stiles shuddered at the
thought.
He tried to get Derek to write what he remembered down on paper, but all he
wrote was that he didn't recall anything else that had already been said.
Stiles sighed, he hated not knowing. His only comfort was that he knew that
Derek was still Derek inside. There was no mistaking the look in Derek's eyes
when they were at the veterinarian's clinic. Stiles had seen the look before.
Derek's eyes were asking him whether he trusted him. And yes, Stiles thought,
he could trust him.
When they reached the door, Stiles unlocked and opened it. He stepped inside
and looked over his shoulder when he didn't hear Derek following. "Do you need
teaching on how to actually walk through the entrance way?"
Derek rolled his eyes as he took a step inside. He stopped to look around after
he closed the door behind him.
Stiles nodded towards the kitchen. "You must be hungry."
Derek shook his head.
"You're eating something. Anything. Come on," Stiles asserted, and headed
towards the kitchen. He was relieved when he heard Derek following him.
Stiles opened the refrigerator. At its lack of content, he groaned and glanced
back at Derek, who sat on the stool at the end of the counter, looking
uncomfortable. What could he make in a hurry, he thought. He grabbed a package
of turkey slices, a tomato, onions and lettuce. Sandwich then. He also pulled
out a bag of frozen curly fries from the fridge.
Stiles made their sandwiches in silence. He could feel Derek's eyes fixated on
everything he did. But when Stiles tilted his head to get a look at him, Derek
glanced away. He looked miserable and out of place. Stiles cleared his throat,
forgetting for a moment that Derek couldn't hear him. He finished making the
sandwich and pushed it towards Derek.
Derek looked at the plate and frowned before meeting his eyes.
Stiles nodded. "It's not going to eat itself."
Derek rolled his eyes and then picked up the sandwich and took a bite.
Stiles watched him eat for a moment before he turned back to the deep fryer to
take out the fries. When he placed them in front of Derek, Derek shook his
head.
"Oh, come on. What do you have against fries? Don't tell me you are watching
your figure, because that's just--no," Stiles babbled as he ate around a
mouthful. At Derek's intense look, Stiles quickly chewed and swallowed. "What?"
Derek shook his head. And then he took a fry and ate it.
Satisfied, Stiles grinned and picked up another fry. "Fries are fast and easy
to make so I thought it would be a good idea. If you want steak or something of
the meat variety unless you're happy with more turkey slices, we'd have to go
shopping. I got rid of all that in the house. Dad needs to eat less meat more
veggies, you know?" Stiles filled the silence, not that it made a difference
for Derek. He took a gulp of water before he popped another fry in his mouth.
He looked at Derek and realized he was being watched. Not just watched but
watched.
Derek's gaze was following his every movement. As if the details of him picking
up a fry and putting it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing needed to be noted
and cataloged for reference.
"Do I have something on my face?" Stiles licked his lips.
And Derek swallowed and abruptly turned to look at something over Stiles'
shoulder.
Stiles waved his hand to get his attention. "What is it?"
When their gazes met again, Stiles didn't know what to think. His heart was
racing and he felt the room heat up. And it was almost burning when he saw
Derek lick his own lips.
"Oh God, are you... Are you thinking about sex?"
Derek didn't do anything to suggest that he understood him. "Bathroom," he
mouthed and turned away. And before Stiles could point him in the direction, he
was already up and heading through the hall.
***
Stiles didn't think that Derek was one to take hour long showers. But then
again, he probably needed it after what had happened to him. When Derek came
out and walked into Stiles' room, wearing nothing but a towel and dripping wet,
it took all of Stiles' willpower to turn away because he was not going to take
advantage of Derek when he was at his most vulnerable. He wasn't even going to
look.
Looking at him when he found Derek bound by chains couldn't have been avoided.
However, this was something else entirely. They were alone. They were in
private quarters. They were not in immediate danger, at least not that Stiles
was aware of. All these could be reasons for an opportunity to look and maybe
not just look but do other things as well. But Stiles wasn't about to rush or
force it. He cleared his throat. "Um... I don't think you'd really fit in my
clothes, but found some of dad's old sweats." Stiles pointed in the direction
of his desk. "They're on the chair. I'm just going to take a quick shower.
Just. Okay. I'll be back." Stiles stood from where he was seated on his bed.
And made a move to pass Derek, but Derek stopped him with a hand to his wrist.
Their eyes met and locked and next thing Stiles knew, he was being wrapped into
a hug.
Derek's arms were around him, and he was wet and big and wet and completely
surrounded Stiles. Stiles couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be.
Minutes passed. Hours could have passed before Stiles felt himself being moved.
Derek guided them back to the bed.
Stiles didn't know what was happening or what was going to happen but he was
right there with Derek. Open to anything.
Anything turned out to be nothing more than a hug that lasted and lasted until
they drifted off to sleep. That was until Stiles woke up to the sound of his
dad coming into the house. Good thing it was a Saturday. Stiles snuggled into
Derek's embrace and allowed for sleep to take him again.
***
Derek was in big trouble. Being this close to Stiles was overwhelming. He
didn't know how much longer he could hold back.
He thought it enough to see Stiles safe and for the most part, unharmed, save
for a brace around his wrist that circled around his thumb and a few healing
bruises. He thought it enough to know that Stiles was alive and being Stiles,
moving around and talking. Not that Derek could make out every word, but he
could pick up on some, and even then, he didn't think it was needed. He was
content in the fact that Stiles was here with him. But when he entered the room
and saw Stiles waiting for him, he realized that seeing was no longer enough.
He wanted more.
He wanted to feel Stiles in his arms. Feel his warmth. His heartbeat that raced
behind the thin layer of his shirt. It was still not enough, Derek had
realized. He found himself maneuvering them to the bed, intending on just
holding him close. And that, Derek thought before he drifted off to sleep,
should be enough.
He awoke sometime in the middle of the night with Stiles more or less atop him,
his head resting on his shoulder. Derek wondered about what was happening
between them, when it became okay for them to act this way towards each other,
why it felt so right to be close to Stiles, and how could he possibly make this
work. All the questions led to the same answer and the answer was simply
because he needed it. He needed Stiles.
Derek tightened his hold around the younger man. He was going to do right by
him.
Derek watched Stiles sleep. He realized that it was going to be difficult to
resist him. For not only Stiles' sake but his too. He had to be strong. And
being this close to Stiles was too tempting, too dangerous. He was going to
have to put some distance between them.
Even with the situation they were in, Derek still had enough sense to pick up
on the tension that was in the room. And Derek knew that the sexual nature of
it was on him. Derek had started it.
He was half hard ever since Stiles had decided that they should eat. Hand
Stiles a fry, and Derek's mind shifted on overdrive. His imagination ran wild
as he wondered what it would be like to have Stiles' fingers and hands and lips
on his skin, and that mouth of his on his cock instead. Derek was thinking, or
rather, his cock was thinking that he had to have him. Or he had to get out of
there. If he didn't, he would have picked Stiles up and had his way with him,
right there, on the table. Derek had to physically remove himself from the room
to stop that fantasy from happening.
Derek looked at Stiles again, who was sleeping and completely unaware of his
thoughts. Derek sighed.
Stiles might not know it but the carefree, oblivious way in which he did
everything made him all the more irresistible. And even with everything that
had happened, Stiles seemed to be able to hold onto his innocence.
Did that make him a pedophile? Stiles wasn't a child. But he was still
underage. Derek shook his head at that. It wasn't like he was attracted to any
other teenager. Just Stiles. Stiles, who was still seventeen and a teenager he
had to resist. Even if he, himself, had lost his virginity at fifteen, it would
be wrong of him to entertain any sort of sexual fantasy that he had with
Stiles. He wasn't about to do anything that would cloud Stiles' mind with
thoughts that weren't of his own making. He wasn't going to be the Kate in
Stiles' life. He would wait for him, Derek told himself before he forced his
eyes to remain shut. And hoped that sleep would claim him soon.
What's a year? A very long time, Derek thought when Stiles woke up. Perhaps it
was to the sound of his father coming in? The time would be about right for him
to be home from work. In any case, Stiles still hovering in a stupor-like
state, snuggled into him even more. His arm had went down to scratch his leg
and his leg came up to rest over Derek's thigh. Derek held his breath as he
felt Stiles mutter something, sending soft vibrations against his chest. And
then stilled once more, save for the steady rhythm of his breathing as he
drifted back to sleep for which Derek was grateful for. But Derek was still
feeling the tension as Stiles didn't pull his arm back up so that it rested
atop Derek's still half-hard cock, which took immediate interest at the warm,
promising weight against it. Derek sighed, wondering why his libido was on
overdrive. A quick glance at the sleeping form next to him reminded him of the
answer. There was just something about Stiles that always made him feel more of
everything.
Derek nudged Stiles to turn over until he was facing away from him, hoping the
distance would dampen his urges. However, it only caused Stiles to react, he
sat nearly bolt upright. Derek could see, even in the dark, that Stiles had
called out his name.
Derek's eyes widened as he didn't want for Stiles' father to hear. The gap
under the door glowed yellow, telling Derek that Stiles' father had turned the
hall light on. And a few seconds later Derek saw the shadows of footsteps come
into view. For one tense moment, Derek thought that he should flee out the
window, but the steps never wavered as it continued down the hall.
Derek found his hand wrapped around Stiles' and saw that Stiles was looking
blearily at it before falling back into bed. Thankfully, facing away from him,
Derek thought. But Stiles had held onto his hand, intertwining their fingers
and pulling their clasped hands against his chest. And If Derek didn't want to
really wake Stiles and cause a commotion, when his father was just down the
hall, he had no choice but to follow after him. Derek sighed as he moved
towards Stiles' back, resigning himself to play big spoon to Stiles' little
spoon.
Derek didn't miss the fact that Stiles scooted into him so that his back
aligned with Derek's chest. Derek readjusted the towel that was still wrapped
around his waist and hoped that it would remain so until they had to get up
later in the morning.
***
Stiles never slept better. And by the time he woke up in the morning, he was
ready to start the day. First things first, he was going to check whether Derek
had gotten any of his missing senses back.
"Derek?" No answer. Stiles would have thought him sleeping had it not been for
Derek's hand that tightened around his arm when he first woke. "So, let's try
that again as you could either not have your voice back to answer or it's your
hearing."
Stiles shifted into Derek's embrace and felt something that wasn't there
before. In fact, Derek almost pulled back so that he wouldn't feel it. But too
late, Derek's morning wood had made its appearance known. Stiles held onto the
arm that was still curled around his midsection. "That's. I'm okay with that".
Belatedly, Stiles recalled that Derek might still be lacking his sense of
hearing.
He turned so they were facing each other. Stiles pointed to his own ears then
to Derek's. "Do you hear me?"
Derek mouthed no.
Stiles then pointed to his nose.
Derek shook his head.
Stiles nodded in understanding, but didn't take his finger off the tip of
Derek's nose. Instead, he traced the finger up until he got to his eyebrows and
then moved it to trace over Derek's cheekbone, and over the thick stubble that
graced Derek's chin. "A week without shaving," Stiles said. "I like your five-
o-clock shadow. This is different... still, I like it. Feels nice." Stiles got
to Derek's mouth and lightly brushed over his bottom lip.
Derek made a move to turn away but Stiles held fast to Derek's arm. "Wait.
Sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have." Stiles met Derek's gaze. "Maybe. Can I?" Stiles
asked, but wasn't really sure what he was asking exactly. But when Derek
settled back, Stiles continued his exploration. This time, he used his whole
hand to feel, moving it up from his hold on Derek's arm and over Derek's solid
bicep and shoulder. Stiles bit his lip. He wondered at the beauty of such
definition and the appeal of knowing the strength behind all that muscle.
Stiles' hand came to rest over Derek's chest, feeling the heartbeat there.
Beating fast.
Stiles then placed Derek's hand over his own chest, revealing his own rapid
heartbeat. "We're the same, really," Stiles whispered. After seeing the look in
Derek's eyes, Stiles somehow knew that Derek understood him.
After a few moments of just lying there together, Stiles cleared his throat.
"So, we actually slept together. Not that we slept together. But we slept
together. That's different. That's good, right? Being together?" Stiles knew he
was babbling. Probably borderline incoherent, but he needed to know where they
both stood, or lay, in this particular moment. Stiles sighed as he realized
that Derek probably didn't pick up on a single word of his psychobabble. Stiles
sat up and Derek followed him.
And when Stiles made a move to turn away, Derek grabbed his hand. Bringing
their gazes together again.
Stiles could have sworn right then that Derek was actually telling him, in his
voice, that together was good. "Together is good." Derek then slowly closed the
distance between them, touching his lips to his mouth and it took Stiles a
moment to realize that Derek was kissing him.
Together was awesome, Stiles thought as he felt Derek's lips move against his
own. The kiss, or rather, the gentle meeting of their lips, brushing and
nipping together was something that Stiles didn't anticipate but now that he
was feeling it, he wanted more. It was dry and heated and amazing. And it only
got better when Stiles felt Derek's tongue touch the bottom of his upper lip,
seeking entrance. Stiles granted it, welcomed it.
The kiss deepened, turning wet, and all the more heated. "More," Stiles said as
he drew back for a second to take in a breath. It was as if he could no longer
breathe properly, but he felt like he needed Derek's mouth, his lips and tongue
more than air. "More," he said again as he moved even closer.
Derek seemed to understand what he wanted when he guided his leg over his own
so that Stiles was straddling him. Derek pulled him down, closer, bringing
their chests together, their thighs, and oh yes, Stiles thought, their groins.
Stiles squeezed Derek's shoulders as he brought their lips together again, and
this time the kiss was no longer tentative, but devouring, like they were
hungry for it. Stiles moaned when he felt the tip of Derek's tongue stroke and
slide against his. This was exactly what he wanted.
Stiles grounded down when Derek arched up, and okay, Stiles wanted to go there,
in the direction that would make their bodies meet. There was friction and
sliding and touching. And when Derek decided to mouth at the juncture between
his neck and shoulder, there was suctioning and biting, and that, he decided,
there needed to be more of that.
Derek grasped Stiles' hips, his fingers digging into flesh. And Stiles groaned
at the feeling, the pressure, the idea that Derek was holding him in a way that
would leave marks. And yes, that was delicious, hot, and so doing it for Stiles
that he could feel that he was already close to coming. So very close.
Stiles gripped Derek's arm and shoulder, needing the anchor. "I need," Stiles
gasped.
Derek held onto Stiles, one hand coming around to settle at his lower back, the
other winding up to cup the back of his neck as Derek pulled him closer to
leave open mouthed kisses along his jawline.
Stiles shifted to get closer and the angle changed, aligning their cocks.
"Fuuuckkk, that's... " Stiles heard Derek gasp and they were moving now,
thrusting and feeling, and Stiles never imagined that it would be this good.
Stiles pulled back a little, pressing a hand to Derek's chest. "Wait, I want to
see," Stiles said. As he met Derek's eyes, it seemed like time itself halted.
Everything stilled and grew quiet, save for their hitching breaths. Stiles bit
his lip as he took Derek in.
Derek's eyes were wide open. His gaze heavy and hungry. Stiles watched as a
muscle flexed along the line of his jaw. Stiles noted that that wasn't the only
muscles flexing. Derek's chest was hard and solid under his open palm and
Stiles took the time to glide it over Derek's abs. "Holy hell, look at you,"
Stiles whispered. Stiles dragged his hand even lower. His gaze falling to the
towel that was no longer wrapped around Derek's hips, but haphazardly covering
him. Stiles licked his lips as he fingered the line of it until it crossed
paths with the thin line of dark hair that started just under Derek's navel.
Derek's ab muscles tensed. And Stiles looked up to see that Derek was watching
him.
"Is this--" Derek answered his question before Stiles could finish asking.
Derek took hold of Stiles' hand that wavered over the towel and pressed it to
the hard length of him. "Oh my... Oh my..." Stiles couldn't think so he decided
to feel. He tugged the towel off and heard Derek hiss when he took hold of him.
Derek's cock was uncut, and just like the rest of him, thick and large. And
Stiles was hit with the image of himself trying to take it inside of him. Would
he fit? Stiles licked his lips as he stroked it from root to tip and that
earned him a groan that may have been a growl.
Stiles met Derek's eyes. "I love the sounds you make." Stiles grinned. He
stroked Derek again, adding a bit more pressure this time. Derek gasped. "I
think I could come just from hearing you do that," Stiles said and it was about
to happen soon, Stiles was so close. He looked down at himself and noticed that
he was still fully clothed.
Stiles wondered at that moment if Derek really wanted him at all. What could he
offer Derek?
Derek took him away from his thoughts when he sat up and brought his hand to
his cheek. Stiles closed his eyes and got lost in the sensation of Derek gently
brushing his thumb over his jawline. His thumb then became a finger that traced
a line over his cheek, moving lightly, and evenly, but Stiles wasn't sure where
Derek was headed as the lines didn't move in any one direction. When Derek's
finger reached to a point behind his ear, the movement stopped.
Stiles opened his eyes and saw that Derek's gaze was concentrated and focused
on his finger. When Derek became aware that he was being watched, a slow smile
spread across his face. It was small, but it was real and it was Derek's and
Stiles' chest swelled up at the sight.
Stiles realized then that Derek was lifting his shirt off. Stiles raised his
hands to ease the process, and he found himself being lowered to the bed until
he was on his back. Derek hovered over him. Stiles watched as Derek's smile
turned playful, wicked, as he moved down the bed, his gaze now fixed on his
body. Stiles felt like squirming but Derek chased those feelings away when he
darted a tongue out and swiped at what Stiles thought was a complete random
spot. It was somewhere above and to the left of his right nipple. Stiles
chuckled. "What are you doing?" Stiles asked the air as he looked down at Derek
who licked at another spot. This time it was just under his nipple. Derek then
licked his way down a few inches and then back across. "Not that I mind, but
are you like drawing a star there? Some kind of ritual thing that werewolves
do? Is this how I'll become a Jedi?" When no answer came, Stiles realized that
Derek couldn't hear what he was saying.
He probably noticed that he was talking though because he went back up to give
him a quick kiss and then moved back down again. This time starting at another
random spot, just below his collar bone, and Derek dragged his tongue down,
down, down until he got to Stiles' hipbone.
Stiles shuddered. "Oh, fuck, that's... are you trying to kill me?" Stiles moved
himself so that he was leaning on his elbows, giving him a better view at the
seemingly random licks Derek had decided to torture him with.
Derek met his eyes again before drawing his tongue back up to where he had
first licked, just above and to the left of his right nipple. Stiles realized
then that the spots weren't random at all. Derek was mapping out his moles with
his tongue.
Stiles pulled Derek's head up so that they were seeing eye to eye once more.
"You are so--If you keep doing that, I'm going to--"
Derek interrupted Stiles as he went to kiss him again, this time the kiss was
much like the first. Sweet and slow and Stiles forgot what he was going to say
because Derek started moving again, atop him. And just when Stiles was bringing
his feet up to find purchase on the bed. Derek had circled his hips, and thrust
against him. Their cocks aligning perfectly, again and again Derek moved over
him. Each press of his hips, each slide of his hard cock over his own felt so
damn good.
Even if the material of Stiles' pants still separated them, Stiles still felt
the delicious heat, the exquisite friction, the pull and the slide. and it took
Stiles' breath away. "Oh, Fuck, yessss. Derek... I'm gonna... I can't--" A
pressure that was inside of him built up and set him off, sending him outside
of himself. When Stiles got enough air back in him, he gripped at Derek's
shoulder.
Derek watched Stiles as he seemed to go over the edge. His body pulled tight.
Stiles' hands gripped his shoulder and arm, his legs came up from the bed to
circle around his hips as if he needed to be closer. When Stiles seemed to come
down from it all, Derek propped his head against Stiles' shoulder before he
moved off of him, giving him some space to breathe.
"That was, I don't know what that was. That was fucking intense. Awesome.
Intensified awesome!" Stiles said, grinning.
Derek met Stiles' gaze and this time his smile reached his eyes.
"There you go again, stealing my breath away." Stiles smiled. "It's okay, you
can keep it. It's yours." As the words came out, Stiles wondered if he was
trying to say something else entirely.
TBC
Chapter End Notes
     Right, so, I got this chapter out in between my break. LOL I still
     have to reread it! Hopefully, it doesn't completely suck! (But JSYK
     this was the longest sex scene I've ever written. I think. XD)
     Also, it was quite difficult working around Derek's limited senses.
     Haha, not that that would limit him!
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the delay, the muse wasn't cooperating. Turns out, I had to
     give him more cookies haha!
Seeing Stiles looking completely sated and relaxed, and, dare he think it,
happy, was the best feeling Derek had ever experienced. To think that someone
could look so openly in front of him, shook Derek to the core. No one before
Stiles had ever let their guard down around him. And sure, he understood why
people would be so guarded around him. Given that he took to threatening them,
but normally he did that after the walls were already raised. Why not? It's
what was expected of him, right?
He was no fool. He knew when he walked in a room, whether they knew him or not,
they automatically felt like they had to put their defenses up. For a while,
Derek played up to it. He played the part. But Derek was tired of it. He was
tired of everyone thinking that he was a ticking time bomb. He was tired of the
expectations that he couldn't meet because he wasn't really the big bad. He
never wanted to be seen as a monster. He hated that people thought it. He
didn't understand how it came to be that way.
For as long as he could remember, he just wanted to protect his family. His
family that just wanted to be left alone. Now they were gone and he was left
with nothing. Anger had bubbled up inside him for the ignorant people who hated
the unknown just because they feared it. How to get past it was beyond him. So
much wrong all around him... he wanted to see it end.
Now, he had his pack. People willingly turned for a second chance in life. And
Derek wanted to protect them. And that extended to Scott and to Stiles, and to
those they love. He would do anything to keep them safe.
Especially Stiles. Derek still didn't fully understand what was it that made
him feel so much for the one person who always managed to push all his buttons.
And maybe that was it. Stiles got under his skin even when Derek put his big
bad mask on. He gave as good as good as he got. And sometimes, more. Always
pushing him and pulling him in the direction that Derek needed to head in
because Derek believed that Stiles was entirely good. Stiles may put on a show
that he was scared of him, but Derek could feel that Stiles knew that he could
be trusted, that he would never do anything to hurt him. Stiles didn't expect
the worst out of him. Stiles wanted to bring out the best in him.
Derek sighed as Stiles settled atop him once more. The younger man dragged his
finger over Derek's chest with an amused smile that reached his eyes.
Taken aback by the soft expression, Derek brushed his thumb across his cheek.
Stiles leaned into the touch before lowering his head to rest on his chest.
Derek could feel that Stiles was mumbling something, a soft vibration against
his chest. Derek rolled his eyes, he needed to get his senses back. He wondered
at the word temporary, just how long was temporary? He wasn't one to be
patient. He needed to heal now.
Derek looked at Stiles, who was hovering over him now and wearing a wicked grin
that Derek thought was much to adorable to be called as such. But yes, wicked.
Wicked because Stiles was saying something about him not coming yet, which was
entirely true. And Derek wished again that he could have his hearing back just
so he could listen to Stiles telling him that he could take care of him. And
sure, given the context, Stiles meant to take care of him in a sexual way, but
all the same to Derek. Those words meant that Stiles cared. Full stop.
Derek grinned at Stiles' attempt to look seductive, but who was Derek kidding?
Stiles, at that moment, was sexy. Unbearably so. His still erect cock agreed.
It was at its hardest, determined for release. Derek ached, wanting it. Needing
it. But he wasn't going to give in. He couldn't let it happen. Not yet. Not
till after he explained to Stiles what would happen when he comes. He didn't
want him to think something was wrong with him or scare him off. And so when
Stiles got it in his head to drag his tongue down his chest, heading down to
his navel, towards his cock that was straining between their bodies, waiting,
Derek pulled Stiles back up and kissed him chastely.
Stiles smiled and allowed for Derek to open his mouth to a languid kiss that
Derek could get lost in. That is if they weren't interrupted.
Stiles had abruptly pulled back as he looked towards his window. And just as
Derek craned his neck, he could see Scott covering his eyes with his hand, and
gesticulating wildly around him with his other. His mouth moving, surely
spouting a string of expletives. Derek groaned and sat up.
Stiles was already moving to get to the window and as he passed by the chair
that held his dad's old clothes, he picked them up and tossed it to him. Derek
caught the pants as well as the hungry look Stiles threw his way. Now that was
a look of seduction. Derek had the urge to jump him right then and there and
take him, consequences be damned. And it looked like Stiles had the same
thought momentarily before he shook his head, seemingly to clear his thoughts,
and turned back to open the window.
Derek shook his own head and hastily pulled on the sweatpants, and willed his
erection away.
***
"I could rip your throat out you... you...you bad dog!" Scott yelled as soon as
he stumbled in the room.
Stiles held him back from getting to Derek. "Hey, hey... that's not necessary.
Like, not even close." Stiles loosened his grip when he felt Scott relax.
Scott, in reality, was stronger. They both knew it so Stiles could see that his
threat wasn't serious. But still, Stiles kept his body between his best friend
and his... whatever Derek was to him.
Anyway.
"But he was..." Scott paused, seemingly to find his words. "He was attacking
you!"
"What? He was not!" Stiles' eyes widened. "How could he be attacking me when I
was the one on top of him?"
Scott cringed at that. "Well, he could have been... I don't know forcing you
to--" Scott glanced at Derek. "Oh my gaaawwwwd, can't you put that thing away."
Scott turned around, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is just too
much. Gross. Geez, Stiles, how could you? I'm like scarred for life now."
And, Stiles thought, that he was the dramatic one. Stiles looked back at Derek
who had put on his dad's pants to cover himself up, but Stiles could see that
the soft, thin material did nothing to hide the obvious hard, thick and utterly
obscene erection he was still sporting. Stiles' mouth watered and could feel
his own cock stirring again, taking interest at the sight. Stiles shook his
head as he heard Scott continue to rant, facing away from them, towards the
door. The door! "Scott, shut up, will you? It's Saturday, my dad had the night-
shift. He's still sleeping it off."
Stiles said this as he met Derek's gaze and gestured with his hand for him to
turn around for at least the time being so Scott can act like a normal human--
animal?--being.
Derek had rolled his eyes, but turned around, obliging Stiles.
Stiles grinned as he let his gaze roam Derek's back side, which was positively
sinful in its own right. "Damn, damn. Scott, you have the worst timing. The
worst timing ever."
Scott turned back to look at Stiles. "So , what were you two doing then? If he
wasn't attacking you?" Scott asked.
Stiles' jaw dropped. Was Scott really that dense? "Really, Scott, really?"
"Well,--"
"Oh my god, oh, my god. We were--" Stiles let out an exasperated breath. "Never
mind. Just never mind. And no throat ripping." Stiles sat on his bed. And
glanced at Derek who seemed to be having a staring contest with the wall. "What
are you doing here, Scott?"
"I just... I wanted to hang out."
"Hang out?" Stile narrowed his eyes. "That all?"
"Yeah, missed hanging out with you."
Stiles didn't know why he was so weary of his best friend asking to spend time
together. Maybe because for the past week, Scott had spent the time avoiding
him after the search for Derek had given no results. It was only after Stiles
got the anonymous text did they meet again. And when Scott had asked him why he
cared so much for someone who put them in danger, Stiles was taken by surprise.
He never thought about it before, but then he did think about it, didn't he?
Stiles had told him the first thought that came to mind. He told Scott that it
was because if things were the other way around, if he were the one missing,
there was no doubt in his mind that Derek would do whatever it took to find
him. Scott shook his head, and only relented after Stiles brought up the fact
that Derek did save his life more than once.
Stiles cleared his throat. He made his way to Derek and placed his hand on his
shoulder to get his attention. "Stay, will you?" Stiles waited until Derek gave
him a nod before he turned to walk out the door and gestured for Scott to
follow him out the room. "Come on."
"I just don't get what you see in him, he's dangerous," Scott said when they
were in the hall.
"He never intentionally put me in danger. I like him, Scott. I like him in the
way you like Allison. Did you stay away from her when I told you it was
dangerous? No, no you didn't. You decided for yourself. Trusted your instincts
and sure there was danger along the way and it was hard but it worked out,
didn't it?"
Scott nodded. "Fine, but please no more PDAs ok?"
"We were in the privacy of my own room, dumb-ass." Stiles grinned. "Come on,
make us some breakfast. I gotta shower."
"Seriously, 'cause you reek of sex." Scott grimaced.
"I do?" Stiles grinned. "That's awesome!"
***
Derek waited for Stiles to return, he debated whether or not he should take
this moment to go out the window. To just get away. Away from the reality of
having been caught because it made things real. And sure he wanted for it to be
real, but he wasn't sure if Stiles felt the same way. He could have screwed up
Stiles' life. But then, before Stiles had left the room, he couldn't have
mistaken the strong and sure grip Stiles had on his shoulder. And the way
Stiles had caught his eye, as if telling him that this was okay. And then he
told him to stay. To stay. Derek could do that.
Derek sighed as he looked at the door. And in the silence of the room he was
reminded of his lack of hearing and scenting. He couldn't even talk. He felt so
powerless. And it was at that point when Stiles returned to the room, smiling
as he came to stand between his legs.
"Okay, big boy we're gonna have to continue this later..." Stiles then dropped
a kiss on Derek's nose and stepped back before Derek could grab at him. "Later,
I said. Wouldn't want for you to get excited..." Stiles looked down at his
crotch. "Hmmm, actually I... want. Sadly, gonna have to wait. After we eat,
gonna meet with the others. Hopefully, figure out what's going on."
Derek realized that he was able to pick up most of, if not all of, Stiles'
words. He also caught Stiles' torn expression of want and hunger and
anticipation and resoluteness. He couldn't have missed it. Derek nodded.
Stiles smiled as he turned around to pick out clothes from his closet. Derek
stood up and followed after Stiles into the bathroom. From this point on, he
decided, he was not going to pass up another opportunity to be with Stiles.
Period.
***
Stiles laughed as Derek determinedly followed him into the bathroom. It was a
nice feeling, to be wanted. And Stiles could feel it under Derek's heavy gaze.
It turned him on and he liked that it wasn't something to be shy over. When the
bathroom door closed, Derek gave him an amused look before he dropped a kiss to
his shoulder from behind. Stiles could feel the pattering of Derek's heartbeat
against his back. He pressed against the older man's chest and allowed for him
to guide him forward. Their footsteps matching until they reached the toilet.
And okay, that did make him blush because was Derek really going to watch him?
Stiles got his answer when he felt Derek's hands come around him to unbutton
his pants and shit that probably turned him on more than it should have. "Fuck
Derek, you're making me hard and I'd like to aim, you know?" Stiles said as he
batted Derek's hands away to unzip his own pants, and hurried to relieve
himself because he was all to aware of the solid presence behind him. When he
was finished, he felt Derek place a kiss to his neck before guiding them to the
sink. Stiles was taken aback at how affectionate Derek was being, but then
again he always thought that deep down Derek was just a big soft teddy bear, or
rather, werewolf. He grinned as he looked at their reflection in the mirror. "I
know my morning routine, you know?" Stiles said as he grabbed a toothbrush.
"Did you use my toothbrush?"
Derek raised an eyebrow as if to challenge him.
Stiles sighed. "That's kind of gross. But fine, you can have it." Stiles handed
him the red toothbrush and opened the cabinet to get another. "I have an
extra." Stiles applied some toothpaste and passed it to Derek. They brushed
their teeth in companionable silence until they finished. "Not that I have
anything to go on but I feel like we're a married couple."
Derek rolled his eyes and caught him by surprise when he bent down and pulled
his pants and underwear off in one fluid movement.
Stiles laughed as he stepped out of the material, glad to finally be free of it
as the dried ejaculate was making him itch .
Derek grinned as he nudged him towards the bathtub.
Stiles stepped in and turned the water to hot before he peeked around the
curtain. He caught Derek relieving himself and smirked at him when Derek met
his gaze. "Are you gonna come in?"
Derek wasted no time as he pulled off the borrowed sweats and joined him.
Stiles couldn't be more happier as Derek kissed him and stroked him to
completion for the second time that morning. But was at a loss when Derek shook
his head when he had turned around to return the favor.
Derek only leaned over and turned the water off. He then grabbed a towel and
wrapped it around his hips before wrapping another towel around his own.
Stiles was about to question Derek about it when a knock to the door
interrupted him.
"Stiles, Scott is making a mess in the kitchen." Came his father's voice.
Shit. "Uhhh, yeah, he's making us breakfast. I'll be right out!" Stiles called
out.
"Oh, well then..." And then in a louder voice, "Scott, add more butter, will
you?"
Stiles looked over at Derek who had gone still. When he heard his father step
away, he mumbled: "This is either gonna be great fun or really painful."
TBC
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     Whoa, sorry about the delay! RL interrupted XD
     PS: Because Sheriff Stilinski doesn't have a first name that we know
     of (or do we?), I'm going to call him John as that is what fandom
     collectively accepted. XD
As soon as they got back to Stiles' room, Stiles crossed to his dresser and
pulled out and on a white shirt. He was already wearing a pair of beige pants
that he took with him when they went to the bathroom.
Derek had two choices, Boyd's pants or the sweats. He scrunched his nose and
put on the sweats since he was already holding them. He looked up when Stiles
handed him a shirt.
"What are we going to tell my dad?" Stiles seemed to ask.
Even if Derek could talk he was at a loss for words. The situation didn't look
good. Stiles' father already had it in for him. And he could be arrested for
what he did to Stiles. Consensual or not, Stiles was still a minor. Sure, they
didn't have sex but they might as well have given Derek's thoughts. What he was
thinking was surely illegal. He put on the shirt Stiles offered and met his
gaze again.
He caught the last bit of what Stiles was saying. "..make the shirt look good.
I look like a preteen wearing it, but you? Sex on legs."
Derek looked down at himself and noticed that there was some kind of circle
target thing on a black shirt. He recalled Stiles wearing it once. And yes, the
shirt looked a bit overlarge on Stiles, but he didn't look any younger wearing
it, did he? In any case, on him, the shirt was a snug fit, stretching across
his shoulders. but then all shirts tended to do that. He glanced at Stiles'
dresser and wondered if there was something more appropriate to wear because if
he were to meet Stiles' father, he thought the target would be a bit redundant.
He made his way to the dresser but instead of opening a drawer, he noticed a
bottle that he was meaning to ask Stiles about. He picked it up. It was Armani
aftershave.
Derek knew Stiles' friend, Danny, wore it. He recalled the scent when Stiles
asked him over to help them out. He frowned. Why would Stiles have it? He
didn't need to shave.
Derek turned to look at Stiles who had stepped up behind him. He held up the
bottle and waited for him to explain.
Stiles wasn't forthcoming, and looked to the side as if embarrassed.
Derek raised an eyebrow at the younger man and then lifted his finger to stroke
at Stiles' soft cheek.
"Yeah, okay, I don't shave. But it smells nice, doesn't it?" Stiles asked while
making a grab for the bottle.
Derek remembered smelling it on Stiles the night they met at the arena. Sure,
it smelled nice enough but the scent didn't belong to him. Derek frowned.
Stiles didn't need to hide his scent. Even more so, Stiles didn't need to do
anything to impress him if that's what he was trying to do. Derek held it out
of reach before looking pointedly at Stiles and then leaned over to drop it in
the wastebasket.
"Hey, Danny gave that to me." Stiles bent down to grab it and just as he
straightened back up, Derek pinned him to the dresser and kissed him hard on
the lips. Derek couldn't smell Stiles at the moment, but fresh from the shower,
he imagined Stiles to smell clean and like the soap he used.
This morning when Derek tasted Stiles he had tasted salty and of sleep. His
kisses now tasted like Crest. Derek then trailed his tongue along Stiles'
jawline before licking his way down to his neck, tasting the morning scent of
him, and where he took his time exploring. Alternating from sucking and licking
and even grazing his teeth lightly against what must be a particularly
sensitive spot because Stiles shivered and trembled. Stiles tasted like sex.
Derek found himself cupping Stiles' backside, pulling Stiles towards him.
Stiles leaned into Derek, bringing their crotches together. "Fuck, Derek, we
gotta get downstairs..." Stiles had whispered into his ear. And Derek took a
step back because did he just hear Stiles?
"What, what is it?" Stiles asked.
Derek didn't hear the words voiced. But he could have sworn that he had heard
Stiles moments before. Was Dr. Deaton right? Could they have maybe communicated
telepathically? Derek had thought that it was just a myth. He glanced at Stiles
who was now running fingers along his neck.
"You have a thing for licking, don't you?"
Derek didn't know how to answer that question. He never really had a penchant
for licking before. He just knew that he liked Stiles as Stiles. He took the
bottle back from him and placed it back on his dresser. And then met Stiles'
eyes, almost daring him to touch the bottle again.
"You don't like Armani?" Stiles asked. "Wait, the licking, you can taste? You
can't scent me but all that licking you did just now and earlier, you were
tasting me?"
Derek's eyes widened at the thought, and realized that what Stiles was saying
was true. Derek sighed, at the rate they were going, waiting on anything with
Stiles was out of the question. Especially when Stiles kept looking at him the
way he did.
And that brought him back to the idea of going downstairs. Surely, he could see
how things looked. And if the roles were reversed, he would arrest himself, or,
rather, he would kill. No, he knew if he wanted Stiles, he had to give him
this. Had to keep things honest with him and his father. He had to somehow make
things right so that he could be right for Stiles. Better to come clean than
getting caught. But still, maybe he should go out the window, come back and
knock on the front door. Make a good first impression.
Derek went to the table and grabbed a pen and something to write on.
"We might have to find something else for you to wear because if..." Stiles was
saying as he walked back but it seemed he lost his words as his jaw dropped.
The next words he spoke came so quickly that Derek couldn't make out all the
words. "Oh, powers that be. Can't walk out like that ... package ... pants ...
too much freedom!"
Derek looked down at himself. He didn't see a problem. It wasn't as if he was
still sporting an erection. Derek quickly lifted the notepad that he had
scrawled a line on.
"I should leave."
Stiles frowned. "No, you're staying here until you--"
Derek quickly scrawled out a new message. "I can take care of myself."
When Derek saw the crestfallen look on Stiles' face he crossed out his message
and scribbled out another.
"Your dad could arrest me," Stiles read aloud. "I won't let him," he said.
Derek sighed and made his way towards the door, he held it open and waited for
Stiles to pass.
***
"What the hell is he doing in this house? If you hurt my son, I'll kill you!"
Stiles wasted no time as he intercepted his dad, a scene similar to when Scott
came through the window. "Now, dad, I know how it looks, but let me explain."
"No, no. I think he should be explaining himself. What the hell are you doing
here?"
Stiles looked over at Derek, who, for his part, looked worried. Derek opened
his mouth to speak but then closed it before trying to utter a word as if he
caught himself.
"Nothing to say, do you? Out. I want you out right this minute. Are you like
preying on kids? No, I want--"
"Dad--"
"Stiles, you can't move me on this. If he has something to say--"
"He cant say anything, Dad, literally. Something happened, we gotta figure it
out. That's why he's here. And I'm not a kid anymore." Stiles looked back at
his father.
"Something happened alright. This man, I arrested him."
"He was exonerated."
"Well, I can damn well arrest him again for..." The sheriff's eyes widened and
then narrowed as if he caught onto something. "Did he... did he take advantage
of you?"
"What? No, it wasn't like that," Stiles said.
"Like? Like? As in--Wait, did he--Oh hell, Stiles, that's grounds for arrest.
And more importantly that's--No, not my son--" He struggled against Stiles with
renewed vigor and just as he was about to get past, Stiles pleaded with him.
"I didn't do anything I didn't want to do, Dad. Please."
Minutes could have passed while Stiles held his father's challenging gaze. The
Stilinskis each held their ground.
"I know sometimes I screw things up, but I like to think that you taught me
right from wrong. And I thought it right to take Derek home last night because
he needed a safe place to stay. I thought we could help him. I want to help
him, Dad." Stiles didn't know whether he got through to his father, but after a
heavy sigh and feeling his dad slowly relax under his hold, Stiles knew that he
at least got his father's attention. He nodded towards Derek. "Please, give him
a clean slate?"
John shrugged his shoulders, but gave a slight nod. "I can't believe I'm
considering this," he muttered.
"You won't regret it, I promise." Stiles grinned. He leaned in to hug his dad
and then stepped back so that he no longer acted as a barrier. "Okay, Dad, this
is Derek. And like I said, he needs our help."
"I know who he is. His name pops up all the damn time." Stiles' dad pinched the
bridge of his nose as he sat at the table. "And he looks like he's capable of
taking care of himself." John then narrowed his eyes at Derek. "What kind of
trouble are you in?"
"Big trouble..." Scott said, nonchalantly as he entered, carrying plates of
food. "Don't worry, Mr. Stilinski, Derek may be a dog--
"Scott you're not helping. At all," Stiles bit out.
After freeing his hands from the plates by setting them on the table, Scott
held his hands up as if he were surrendering. "You wanted your dad to know the
truth, right?" Scott asked, emphasizing a few choice words and raising his
eyebrow.
"Of course," Mr. Obvious. Stiles almost added.
Scott patted Stiles' shoulder as if to reassure him. He then glanced at Stiles'
father. "This dog here, or wolf I should say--"
Derek narrowed his eyes at Scott when he came around to pat his shoulder in
turn.
"Okay, Scott, the name calling is only making me want to make him more dead.
Will you get on with it?"
Stiles realized then what Scott was trying to do. Making the truth sound like
nothing more than name calling. Stiles didn't think that they needed to cross
that bridge yet, but he knew that if he were to interrupt now it wouldn't make
things any better.
"Someone totally stripped him of his senses. Can't hear. Can't talk. Can't even
smell," Scott said as he sat at the table and started to load up his plate.
"He's like a stray dog that's nothing more than a defenseless puppy. He was
probably tortured to the point he can't even bite."
Stiles looked over to his dad who picked up his own fork and then looked Derek
up and down. "You don't look like you've been tortured. In fact, you look
perfectly healthy." He then turned back to Scott. "Torture, Scott? I could do
without the exaggerations. But are you telling me someone took away his
senses?"
Stiles saw that somehow, his father was actually considering this as a
plausible truth. That it really was the truth was beside the point. And then
Stiles realized that his dad was taking this a lot easier than he thought.
"Wait are you actually believing Scott just like that? If I told you what he
said, you wouldn't have believed me."
"Is it a story he made up?" John questioned.
"No, its the truth. All of it."
The sheriff nodded and then turned to Derek. "Derek, have a seat."
Derek's eyes widened as he sat in the chair that Stiles' dad had indicated to
with his hand. "You can read lips?"
Derek shrugged and gave a slight nod.
"Did Scott here tell the truth?"
Derek nodded slowly.
"Did you kill that woman?"
Derek shook his head.
The sheriff sighed. "I don't know why I believe it, but I do."
Stiles wasn't sure what his father was referring to but he was glad to hear
those words uttered.
"I've seen a lot of crazy things in my line of work," John continued to say, he
then looked over at Stiles. "He sometimes doesn't tell me the truth, you know?
But his heart is in the right place. I believe him on this. And because I'm not
a fool. I can tell if I'm being lied to or not. I know that there is something
you all are not telling me, but we'll get to that. If I'm to help, I'll need to
know everything eventually."
Stiles sat down next to Derek. "Dad? Thank you."
John met his son's gaze, he nodded in acknowledgement and cleared his throat.
"Let's eat... uh... what the hell is this?" He looked over at Scott.
"I call it "buttersurprise' because the only thing I'm certain is real food in
there is the butter."
Stiles looked down at the food he piled on his plate. It looked like clumped up
pancake. "Did you put veggie burger in the pancake mix?"
"And scrambled eggs and some bacon bits that I found in the cupboard. Oh, and I
also threw in some leftover fries. I wanted bacon or sausage but made do with
the turkey slices. Don't worry pops, I added like two sticks of butter. I think
I did good, healthy veggie stuff." Scott grinned.
Stiles made a face. "This is not healthy. I think I'm going to be sick."
Scott stuffed a mouthful in. "Its not bad. I mean, the veggie burger could pass
for the real deal if it didn't smell the way it does." He then pointed a fork
to Derek. "It's your lucky day."
Stiles scrunched up his nose and took a bite. At least it wasn't burned. Much.
John took a bite, and then shrugged his shoulders. "Well, there's flavor.
Interesting."
"Are you kidding me? Disgusting, more like." Stiles grimaced. "So, um...
speaking of flavor?"
John nodded as he took another bite.
Stiles bit his lip. "Can he stay until we figure this out"?
Stiles' father looked over at Derek who seemed oblivious to the conversation as
he ate his food. He nodded slowly. "He could stay in the guest room."
Stiles grinned, this was going better than he thought it would. "Thanks."
Stiles' dad shrugged again. "Anything else?"
Stiles cleared his throat and glanced at Derek who took another bite of his
food. "So, ummm... remember that conversation when you said I wasn't gay? Well,
I figured that I really am gay because I like penis. Like, I like it a lot,"
Stiles said in a rush and he didn't think he was going to say all that he said
but now that it was out there, he looked back at his father to meet his gaze.
Stiles' dad choked, he stood up as he tried to cough out what food that got
lodged up in his throat.
"Oh my god, oh my god, dad?"
Scott was up as well. "He needs CPR!"
"What?! No! He needs--" Before Stiles could finish and make his way to his dad,
Derek was already there, performing the Heimlich.
Stiles watched Derek pull his dad to his chest and wrap his arms around him
from behind. Everything seemed to move in slow motion and much to quickly all
at once. Then next thing Stiles knew, his Dad was breathing again.
Stiles found himself at his dad's side. "Dad, are you...?"
"I'm... I'm OK. I think..." John patted Stiles' shoulder as he gasped for more
air. He then turned back to Derek who had taken a step back to give him space
to breathe. "Damn."
Stiles grinned at his father's expression that was a mix of confusion and
surprise as he looked at Derek. "Now you know how I feel."
TBC
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Derek wondered how it could be like this as he kissed Stiles, feeling his moans
vibrate under his fingers and his chest heaving and sliding against his own
with only a few thin layers of clothing separating them. Derek licked the pulse
point on Stiles' neck and Stiles shivered. Derek bit back a groan. Never had it
been this good.
Earlier, when Stiles and his father had went into the kitchen to do the dishes,
Scott had said that it looked like he made a good impression, what with the
saving him and all. Derek shrugged at that. He thought nothing of it. Stiles'
dad needed help and he knew what he needed. That was that.
Scott then asked if his ears were burning because they were talking about him
in the kitchen. Derek figured as much. Scott went on to say he was lucky
because of, and he's not sure if he read this right, but something about pencil
sharpeners. Random, but then it was Scott.
Just when he thought Scott had run out of things to say, he had asked him how
it felt to be Stiles' first, which got his full attention. But before Scott
said anything else on it, Stiles' father came back into the room, telling them
that he had got called in but would be back probably in the afternoon to help
out. Derek nodded, and his thoughts had wandered back to Scott's suggestion.
What did Scott mean by being Stiles' first?
Was he Stiles' first everything? Did he have Stiles' first kiss? He had kissed
his fair share of women and a few men as well, but nothing could have compared
to the first time he kissed Stiles. The first moment that their lips touched,
it felt like it was a long time coming. The kiss was heated. Stiles' lips,
mouth and body were eager and pliant against his own. He was too caught up in
the moment to think of the kiss itself. Did people think on it at all? Was he
supposed to? His thoughts were more on Stiles, just Stiles. Touching and
feeling him. His smooth skin. His flesh, warm and alive. How he moved beneath
his touch, incredible. Just as it was now.
Stiles shuddered as Derek licked and sucked on his collar bone. How could
someone be so... so responsive? Derek thought. His cock twitched not in answer,
or maybe, yes, in answer. But isn't there a more important question? like is he
someone Stiles should be responding to? Did he already answer that one? His
thoughts were on an endless loop, each thought at war with another. In the back
of his mind, he thought he should show some restraint, but how could he end
this?
Derek looked at Stiles now. He was lying beneath him and running his hands
none-too-gently along his back, probably leaving marks. And for once, Derek
wished he didn't heal so quickly because the idea of being marked by Stiles
felt good. Stiles nipped at his lips and Derek realized that Stiles was trying
to tell him something.
"What are you thinking about?" Stiles asked. "I thought you'd be more relaxed
now that dad left for work and Scott left to grab the others. You are more
tense than ever. What is it, what's wrong?"
Derek shook his head because everything right then felt so right. How to tell
him? He sat up in Stiles' bed and looked across the room. His borrowed shirt,
lying discarded on the floor, had caught his eye. It took less than a minute
for Stiles to get his shirt off when they reached his bedroom after breakfast.
He looked at Stiles, still clothed, but clearly debauched. Stiles was watching
him with his wide brown eyes, entirely focused on him.
That look that Stiles was giving him, Derek couldn't describe it.
"What?" Stiles asked again.
"I want to try something," he mouthed and hoped Stiles understood.
A slow grin appeared on Stiles' face. "Try something? By all means try anything
you like, I'm up for it." Stiles took a quick glance at his crotch and then met
his eyes again. "Pun intended," Stiles added with a wide grin.
Derek rolled his eyes, but moved to get close to Stiles again. But rather than
assuming his previous position, he went on his side and angled his arm so that
he could prop his head on his hand. He used his other hand to pull Stiles
closer, grabbing his hip, and tugged until Stiles got the message and turned on
his side as well, facing him.
"Can you hear me?" Derek asked in his mind. He didn't know what he was thinking
of trying to do. Or why he thought to try now. He didn't believe that he was
telepathic, but earlier, there were moments that made Derek question it. He
watched Stiles' face for an answer.
Stiles didn't look at him as if he heard. Rather, he looked concerned. "Don't
worry, once the others get here come lunch time, we're gonna do some major ..."
Derek didn't catch the rest of what Stiles was saying, but he assumed it had
something to do with his senses and or his attacker. Derek groaned and fell
backwards on his back and drew his eyes shut. He would have laughed at his
thoughts on the possibility of telepathy between them, but then he was reminded
of his lack of other senses. He groaned in frustration.
The feeling of movement beside him had him opening his eyes again. Stiles had
moved practically atop him. One of his legs thrown over his own. An arm circled
over his abdomen and Stiles' head was atop his chest.
Derek sighed and stroked Stiles' back.
Stiles must be thinking that something was wrong. And even if there was
something wrong, Derek wanted to tell him that he was okay,
Stiles propped his chin up on his chest to look up at him. "It's okay if you
don't wanna go all the way with me. I mean, fuck, I'm sorry, you just got back
from being... I don't know, tortured. And here I am basically throwing myself
at you like some hormonal teenager. Okay, I really am a hormonal teenager but
look I just--"
Derek pulled him into a kiss because an apology was the last thing he wanted,
especially from Stiles. Derek felt the moment when Stiles relaxed into him as
he settled his weight completely atop him. Perfect.
His body seemed to move on its own accord, his hands running along Stiles'
sides and back. The delicious heat between them escalated quickly as they
kissed and touched. Derek was lost again, wanting more. His cock was hard and
aching for release and this time he didn't think he could stop himself from
coming.
Stiles had already came in his pants. Again. Almost instantly after they fell
atop his bed. Stiles had looked embarrassed after and Derek could only grin
because wasn't he just the most sexiest thing ever. As if that was something to
be embarrassed about. Derek had opened his pants then and stroked his still
hard cock. It twitched as another pearl of cum leaked from the head. He swiped
the wetness off with his thumb and looked up to see that Stiles was grinning at
him.
Derek had grinned back as he gathered more of his come and used it to pull on
Stiles' cock, until it seemed he was to the point of being overly sensitive.
Stiles screwed his eyes shut. "Fuck, give me a couple minutes."
Derek had stopped his movements but didn't let go of him. He cupped Stiles'
softening cock in his hand, caressed the length of him and ran his finger over
his balls.
"You dick, that feels..." Stiles had opened his eyes and it was obvious by his
puzzled expression that he was trying to work out just what he felt.
Derek would have laughed. But seeing Stiles arching his body and biting his lip
as if he was holding in a groan, when his finger reached past his balls and
stroked at the skin behind it, had caught Derek off guard. Stiles was
undeniably beautiful. And when Stiles pulled him into an open mouthed kiss, his
thoughts ran wild with the idea of being the first person to see Stiles like
this. And with that thought he realized he had come full circle.
Stiles bit his lip, bringing him back to the present. He actually missed the
moment when Stiles' hand went down to his own pants. Stiles had gripped him
over the sweats, pulling on the length of him. Derek groaned, he wasn't going
to last for much longer. Stiles seemed to be aware of this as he didn't waste
any time tugging down the waist band. His eager cock sprang free. He met and
caught Stiles' intent expression for a brief second before Stiles moved down,
and before he could prepare himself, Stiles had angled his body and licked at
the head of his cock. Derek gasped. And it took all of him to pull Stiles back
up.
Stiles frowned. "What.. what is it? Was that not good?"
"Too good", Derek thought. He reversed their positions so that he hovered over
Stiles. And kissed him before he brought their foreheads together, wishing that
he could just tell Stiles that he was different.
"I know what you're thinking, you know?"
And Derek sat up at that. Did he just hear Stiles?
"Guess the doc was right. Sometimes, I think I can hear your thoughts. Is that
something that happened before... like with someone else?" Stiles was saying
out loud now.
Derek shook his head. It had never happened before, not with anyone else. Not
that he was aware of. And not even when he was with another wolf. Derek thought
back to what the doctor said. Intimate was the word he used. Not sex. Derek
gulped as he tried to piece together the times when he thought he heard Stiles.
At times when he opened himself to feel. But why didn't it happen earlier when
he was testing it? Derek licked his lips as he looked at Stiles. What did this
mean?
"I guess I'm a Jedi then," he said.
"That easy?" Derek asked. He wasn't sure what he meant by the question. Or if
Stiles would have picked up on it.
"Well, I am awesome, after all," Stiles replied. "And you kinda are, too."
"Kinda?" Derek laughed as the thought came to him loud and clear. He could feel
it now. The difference in how to communicate. Listening and saying. But how was
Stiles able to do it with no werewolf whatsoever inside of him? And how could
Stiles just take this all in stride? Why wasn't he freaking out?
"Don't worry, I'll get you trained to be awesome-in-full in no time," Stiles
said out loud. "You just gotta play by the rules," He added.
Derek rolled his eyes as Stiles effectively steered his thoughts. "What's rule
number one then?"
Stiles moved and shifted so that he straddled Derek. Derek's hands
automatically went up and grasped his hips.
"Rule number one is you gotta believe."
Derek nodded. "And second?"
"We don't hide from our feelings"
Derek scoffed. "I don't hide--
"Then tell me what you want to do to me right now," Stiles said as he circled
his hips in his lap.
Derek screwed his eyes shut at the welcoming pressure against his groin. His
erection had gone down slightly when they were talking, but it didn't take long
for him to get completely hard again. "Fuck, I want..."
"You want inside of me," Stiles finished for him. "I don't need to hear your
thoughts on that one, I can feel it. And I want it too. I want to feel you
inside."
Derek pulled Stiles close because how to tell him that he has to know first
that when he comes, he's different. Sure, they had a way of communicating now,
but it didn't make for what he had to say any easier. Derek thought back to how
others had reacted to him being different. Usually they were excited over it,
but he hated how they touched him like he were some kind of thing. Some took a
perverse liking to it, but it was a complete turn off when they started talking
to his cock more than they did to him. And then there were the ones who just
ran off. Derek didn't want for that to happen with Stiles.
"Something is different about you, isn't there?"
Derek nodded. The words "don't hide" echoed in his thoughts. He met Stiles'
gaze as he took his hand and placed it on the root of his shaft. Stiles' eyes
remained focused on his own as he slowly squeezed and pulled on his cock,
driving Derek mad. "I'm close...." Derek groaned. "And when I'm close--"
"Are you--You're getting bigger," Stiles said.
Derek only nodded. He looked down at himself, following Stiles' gaze, watching
as Stiles ran his hand along his expanding knot. His hand slowed for a moment
as he moved to cup his balls briefly before moving to stroke him once more.
"I need to see it, Derek. I want to see you come."
Derek looked up at Stiles to see him biting his lip. His cheeks were flushed
pink and his eyes were blown wide as if he had just come himself. Stiles moved
away then, he took off his own shirt and pants along with his underwear before
gripping the waistband of Derek's sweats.
Derek lifted off the bed so Stiles could take them off entirely.
Stiles then moved to straddle Derek once more, but this time he settled on his
thighs.
Derek noticed that Stiles was hard again for the fourth time that morning. The
guy was insatiable.
Derek rested his hands on Stiles' hips, massaging the skin there as Stiles
resumed his exploration of him. Others had taken him in their hands like Stiles
was doing now, but for some reason this felt different. He felt like he was
receiving a touch rather than being touched for the sake of it. Stiles' eyes
met his again just as he applied more pressure and Derek was forced to shut his
eyes at the sensation.
"Good?" Stiles asked.
The word was a whisper in Derek's mind. He nodded in answer and opened his eyes
to see Stiles lick his lips. Derek groaned at the sight.
Stiles sped up his pace, and his other hand joined in. Derek was so very close
now. He gripped Stiles' bottom then and Stiles shifted into his touch as Derek
pulled him closer.
Derek ran a finger into the crevice of his ass and he was rewarded with a gasp.
Derek grinned at Stiles' reaction. "Okay?"
Stiles nodded.
Derek drew Stiles in for a kiss just as he ran his finger along Stiles'
entrance, now earning him a moan.
Stiles pulled back and met his gaze again. He applied more pressure, his hand
stroking him in earnest now.
Derek wasn't going to last for much longer. Any moment now.
Stiles' grip didn't falter as Derek finally gave in. Stiles met his eyes in
alarm as his knot became even more obvious, more pronounced as the swelling
just above the base of his cock became thicker. Derek made a frustrated sound
when Stiles' grip slackened.
"It doesn't hurt." Derek reassured him.
Stiles was quick to resume his tight hold on him. "This is okay?" Stiles
questioned, licking his lips as he tightened his hold on Derek even more before
he lost it.
He was coming and coming hard. He pulled Stiles close, gripping him. They were
chest to chest, with Stiles hand still wrapped around his still hard cock
trapped between them.
Yeah, Derek thought, it was okay. More than okay.
CCC
Stiles was was too busy feeling to be thinking. His body thrumming at the
sensation when Derek slipped his finger inside of him. It ached, but didn't
exactly hurt. More of a pressure than anything else and Stiles didn't wonder
whether it felt good or not because he was too busy wondering whether he had
hurt Derek. But It seemed Derek was more worried about him. Did Derek think
that he would pull away, be disgusted?
And before Stiles could dwell on that further, he felt Derek move again. His
finger drawing inside of of him deeper and okay, that actually felt good and
Stiles didn't realize that he was still gripping Derek's cock till he heard the
older man groan. And the sound reverberated in his own body. Stiles was harder
than ever and encouraged at the breathless sounds Derek was making as he sped
his movements, taking care to stroke him and tightening his hold at the
swelling, because that seemed to earn him a pleasing sound.
Stiles had never been more turned on. And it might be due to the fact that he
was experiencing his first sexual anythings with another person. But he thinks
it's more because of the way Derek was looking at him. That look of want and
hunger and need. And when Derek came, Stiles had felt it himself. His insides
tightened and his heart felt like it sunk into his gut and melted away. Stiles
was not given the chance to see everything as Derek had pulled him in to kiss
at his throat and neck,
Stiles' hand was trapped between them still, but he had held onto him. He used
his free hand to stroke Derek's back.
It was sometime later, after both of their breathing returned to normal before
Stiles shifted. He had felt that Derek was still hard, but seeing it now was
something different altogether. His long, thick cock was covered with cum, now
cooling his heated flesh. Stiles continued to stroke him.
"Add another." Stiles said wanting to feel more of Derek.
Derek looked at him, withdrawing his finger altogether. Stiles watched as Derek
gathered some of the cum that was on his belly and coated his fingers with it.
Stiles bit his lip, entranced at the sight before Derek moved his hand behind
him once again. Stiles closed his eyes as he felt Derek circle his fingers at
his entrance. His other hand, alternating between massaging and opening him up.
And then he felt his finger dip inside again, this time he felt the burn more
now that he was hyper-aware.
"Look at me." Derek's voice sounded in his head.
Stiles opened his eyes to see Derek. Derek smiled as he pulled him close once
again, his finger all the way inside, stroking him before pulling out and then
adding another slick finger.
"Oh my!" Stiles couldn't bring himself to finish his thought. His body was
shaking, feeling the slow burn, and at the same time there was something that
felt good there. Something he couldn't describe. He just had this want of more.
"Stiles?"
"Mmmmm? That feels--"
"Stiles." Derek repeated, this time as he withdrew his fingers.
"What? Don't. Why? What is it?"
"Someone is at the door."
"Oh, oh...." And then he heard Scott's voice filtering through.
"Um, we're here early," Scott said, stating the obvious.
"Fucking... shit, fuck," Stiles said. He was never really one to swear, but he
thought if there was ever a time it would be now.
TBC
Chapter End Notes
     Right, so, I wrote this chapter in parts and at different times so
     I'm not sure if the flow really works out, but anyway... I kinda just
     want to hurry up and post it LOL Please let me know (kindly) if it
     doesn't make sense. (but really, this chapter is pretty much 100%
     smut, so how much sense does it need to make... ummm.. sense? XD)
     ETA: Just realized that this chapter might have been the longest
     chapter yet XD What is wrong with me?
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Notes
     ZOMG! I can't believe I left this fic hanging for months. I was just
     so frustrated with myself because I saved over what I had written for
     this fic with a different fic. And it took forever to rewrite the
     part. Please don't hate me XD
     Since last update, season 3 happened and wow it makes this fic
     totally AU now. Haha. Anyway, I hope it doesn't confuse. Just to make
     it clear, the events in season 3 are not going to affect this fic.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Well, fuck me, Stiles and Derek boned!" Jackson exclaimed as soon as Stiles
and Derek came down the stairs to meet with the group.
Derek growled at Jackson, and Jackson looked to the floor muttering about it
being completely obvious anyway.
Stiles looked around the room to find either stunned or smirking faces directed
at them. He glanced back over at Derek's face and he looked stoic as ever.
Stiles wondered what he, himself, looked like. Probably flushed red and awkward
all over. He thought he should say something but nothing was forthcoming. And
Derek, it wasn't like he was able to say anything. "Right, so, yes, things have
happened between Derek and I but what you guys are probably thinking that
happened didn't happen. Still a virgin here. So, shall we get on with what you
guys are here for and that's to figure out what happened with Derek?"
"So, you're telling the truth but how is it that we could smell Derek in you?"
Erica grinned.
"Shut up, that business is ours," Stiles said as he took another quick glance
at Derek who looked uncomfortable now but still managed to look indifferent.
"And, by the way, Derek has his hearing back." Stiles met Derek's gaze and
gestured for him to go take a seat.
Derek didn't need to be told twice as he took hold of a dining chair, moved it
over, turned it around and straddled the backwards chair. Derek looked over and
saw that everyone was staring at him. "What?" he mouthed.
Stiles knew that Derek knew exactly what everyone was wondering about. At least
what the werewolves sitting around in his living room were thinking.
***
After they sent Scott down to wait for them, Derek pulled Stiles aside after he
carefully zipped up his borrowed jeans. "They're gonna know that... something
is up."
Stiles grinned and looked down at Derek's obvious bulge. "I'll say. That would
be hard to miss." Stiles chuckled at his innuendo. And when he met Derek's
serious expression he cleared his throat. "Right. Problem solving. Activate.
Can't you...um... maybe like think of something off putting to, you know--"
"Scott interrupting and Scott in general would have been enough, but I've
knotted. It'll take at least half an hour."
"I'm going to kill Scott for not telling me that you guys could do that."
"Scott wouldn't have a knot. There is not a whole lot of differences between
those who were turned and those who were born werewolves. But for reproductive
reasons, knots and heats for females are pretty much what sets us apart."
"Oh, and you thought to only share this bit of werewolf knowledge to me now?
Shouldn't that have been part of Werewolf 101?"
Derek rolled his eyes. "Oh, brilliant idea. I'll put that in next week's lesson
plan. Gather around kiddies, today's subject...reproduction. But this doesn't
affect you. This is just for your information. You see, I have this penis and
it does something special. Care for a demonstration?"
"Right, so maybe not something they need to know about and probably still don't
need to know about. That is until I feel the need to, you know, practice my
boyfriend bragging rights." Stiles shook his head as his humor went over
Derek's head. "Not the time for jokes, got it. But just so you know, your
sarcasm? Unfunny. You could have maybe told me before, I mean."
Before or after our first date? Which technically didn't even happen. So, would
that have been before or after I was taken?"
"You asshole, you know what I meant."
Derek sighed "Sorry. I know." Derek reached out as if he wanted to pull Stiles
closer to him.
Stiles didn't even realize that at some point when they were talking he had
taken a step back, putting some distance between them. There was a part of him
that wanted to step even further away from Derek, out of his reach to show him
that he wasn't going to just fall at his feet after a half-assed apology. But
Stiles knew that Derek wasn't even to blame. Maybe for his uncalled for sarcasm
but that was Derek being Derek and Stiles knew what he was getting into when he
first agreed to the date that never really was. Besides, he has plenty of his
own sarcasm to work with. He should be blaming the shitty timing. And maybe
things were moving too fast. But then, Stiles didn't want to go back. He
cracked a grin and stepped into Derek's space again. He felt relief wash over
them both.
"I'm sorry." Derek said again. "I'm telling you now."
Stiles wrapped Derek in a hug and nodded in the crook between Derek's neck and
shoulder. "Okay, so, thirty minutes." Stiles said as he pulled back so that he
could meet Derek's gaze. "Thirty minutes, at least?" Stiles grinned as he
licked his lips and his gaze went downward.
"Stiles!" Derek swatted Stiles' arm. "Don't you see, we're gonna have a problem
as soon as we join the others. I shouldn't have--"
"Oh, no. No, you don't. Shut up. Just, we can do this. We'll think of
something. Just walk behind me. The jeans are baggy so--You could also wear my
hoodie. I have like an extra large somewhere."
Derek sighed and Stiles knew that Derek was still questioning their decisions.
Stiles had to admit, it hurt. However, from the way that Derek was looking at
him and nodding in agreement, Stiles was somewhat relieved that Derek didn't
seem to regret what they did but was probably blaming himself for being
careless. "Hey, I chose to do this with you. With is the operative word here,
okay?"
Stiles searched Derek's eyes as he nodded once more. And Stiles' heart sank as
he realized that Derek blaming himself must be Derek's default setting and
there was probably nothing he could say that could change that. At least for
now.
Derek was damaged and they had a lot to work on. That's okay, Stiles thought.
They had time. "You heard Scott earlier? You got your hearing back?" Stiles
asked softly.
Derek cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak. But when sound didn't
escape he quickly shut it. "I could hear you."
Stiles nodded. "Okay, that's good." Stiles smiled and tried to make Derek smile
that smile of his again but Derek looked... not sad, but something, just not
happy. Stiles cleared his throat as he turned around to look in his closet for
that extra large hoodie he promised Derek.
"They're gonna smell it. They'll know that we were together."
Stiles turned back to face Derek. "Are you okay with that?"
"Are you okay with it?
"Not exactly how I wanted to tell Scott and every single person that I more or
less hang out with but it beats a planned conversation later." Stiles grinned.
And this time Derek smiled back. It wasn't the smile that he smiled earlier
when they were wrapped together in bed, the one where his smile reached his
eyes, but it was a small one and it was Derek's. And that was enough for Stiles
to know that they were going to be okay.
***
Derek was trying to block his front from view. That may be enough to hide it
from the humans in the room, but Stiles knew that that did nothing to hide the
scent of his state of arousal from the werewolves. And considering most of the
werewolves in the room, they wouldn't keep quiet about it so that meant
everyone would know. So, would they find out about his knot anyway? Could they
smell his knot? Did it have a different scent?
"Scents are always difficult to put into words, but no, we can't pinpoint a
knot." Derek informed him.
Stiles felt his cheeks heat up as he realized that he had accidentally sent his
thoughts to Derek. He had to work on keeping his personal thoughts separate
from thoughts he wanted to share over this telepathic bond or whatever it was
that Derek and he shared.
"So, should we start by telling them that we could do this thing?"
"What kind of thing are you talking about?"
TBC
Chapter End Notes
     Wow, so that dialogue seems all over the place but I tried my best to
     convey Stiles being Stiles and Derek being Derek. They both have
     issues, okay? (And so do I, haha.)
     When I originally wrote this chapter (the one that got saved over
     with a different fic. Grr... Argh.), it was actually more about
     getting down to business (not that way! lol) with the whole group but
     I ended up just writing a scene between Derek and Stiles getting
     ready (again!) to join the others instead.
     And you guys probably don't really care to read these notes XD But
     just saying LOL
     PS: I slipped in a line that is actually a Hobrien thing, couldn't
     resist. Virtual cake to someone who spots it! XD
     [ETA] PPS: I just realized that this fic up until the 13th chapter
     was written before season 3A aired and a lot of things actually
     became canon. Like Isaac staying with Scott. And Stiles getting in a
     Jeep accident. Scott and Stiles hinting at telling Papa Stilinski
     about the whole paranormal thing. Kate returning in some shape or
     form, which will occur in 3B by the looks of it. Hmmm.... what else
     could happen? XD
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