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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Archive_Warnings_Apply, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Lydia_Martin/Jackson_Whittemore, Liam
      Dunbar/Brett_Talbot, Derek_Hale_&_Stiles_Stilinski, Theo_Raeken/Stiles
      Stilinski
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      stiles_-_Character, Peter_Hale, Scott_McCall, Scott_McCall_(Teen_Wolf),
      Scott, Theo_Raeken, Lydia_Martin, Lydia, Liam_Dunbar, Brett_Talbot,
      Jackson_Whittemore, Jackson
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      Ficathon, SterekFest, Fucking, Anal_Fingering, Big_Gay_Love_Story, Rape,
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      Issues, Possessive_Derek, Young_Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Young_Derek,
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      Stilinski_Friendship, Deadpool_-_Freeform, Wolverine_-_Freeform, Superman
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      Smut, Eventual_Smut, Theo_is_a_Little_Shit, Bottom_Stiles_Stilinski, Top
      Derek_Hale/Bottom_Stiles_Stilinski, Top_Derek_Hale, Derek_Feels
  Series:
      Part 2 of If_We_Were_In_Another_World...
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-22 Words: 13559
****** Another Time, Another Age ******
by SweetTurtle, Tycanthrophy
Summary
     Theo cheekily grinned from ear to ear as he handed a bouquet of
     flowers to Stiles. He opened the car door for the mole freckled kid.
     Theo noticed Derek standing behind the corner and winked. Derek
     watched as Theo walked his way around his spotless Dodge Challenger.
     Theo stepped on the gas petal making the car screech as he drove
     away. Derek clenched his fists squeezing a black box of Star Wars
     themed shaped chocolates. The grumpy wolf slammed the box of
     chocolates on the ground and stomped on them walking away. That
     bastard...
Notes
     I mainly wrote this alongside with my friend, SweetTurtle. :D
     I went overboard and wrote a ton more than him so yeah...
     This is pure mainly sterek. Enjoy.
     May or may not have some errors so bear with me or else it may become
     unbearable. *nudge* *nudge*
See the end of the work for more notes
Derek’s_Gloomy_Loft
 
Derek swallowed a shot of tequila. He had finished a good 15 bottles and he
still wasn't buzzed. Stupid werewolf regeneration. He just wanted to to die
from humiliation. He slammed the glass on the marble counter.
He knew that Theo had eyes for Stiles but he didn’t expect the bastard to
confess his feelings before Derek had the chance. That sly bastard used his
feelings against him.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. He repeated in his head. He was too slow.
He had so many other chances to tell the starry moled geek but he didn’t. Why?
He didn’t know.
He clenched his hand around the glass tumbler and squeezed it. Hard.
*crack* Derek ignored the warm substance oozing from his hand. The broken
shards of glass were embedded in his hand. Some of the shards lightly clinked
against the marble table. The nauseating smell of iron and copper filled his
nose. You would think him being a werewolf he would be used to it by now… But
it was never really the same after what happened with Paige.
He stared at his hand and imagined if Stiles were here with him right now
instead of being with Theo fucking Raeken. Stiles would’ve freaked out at the
sight of his blood dripping onto the table and would have scrambled around for
a first aid kit. Derek would growl at him and tell him that he was fine. Stiles
would have taunted him with his famous one liner adding sourwolf to the end of
the sentence. If Stiles were here he would pick out the glass shards in his
hand and bandage him up also adding a comment about why being grumpy all the
time is a life hazard. Derek didn’t even realize he was smiling the entire time
as a tear trickled down from his strong jaw. That dumb ass wouldn’t even
realize that Derek didn’t need bandages only needed him. Stiles.
His solemn expression stared dazedly at his hand which dripped of blood. The
crimson drops pooled on the black marble desk.
Derek ran his other hand thru his hair and wiped the lone tear off his face. He
covered his mouth with his hand. He could feel the tears slowly starting to
build up on the bottom of his eyelids. His reddish wet eyes blurrily gazed at
his hand still dripping with blood.
He balled the bloody hand into a fist and slammed it on the counter. It hurt
like hell but he didn’t care. He unraveled his fingers and stared at the pieces
of glass being pushed out of his hand as his regeneration kicked in. Peachy.
Just fucking peachy.
All that remained on the counter was his sore bloody hand, broken shards of
crimson glass, and a small pool of blood.
 
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In_Stiles_Room
 
Theo and Stiles were both in their boxers and busy making out on the bed in
Stiles room, until Theo heard the door to the house close shut. He then quickly
pulled away from Stiles who whined from the sudden stop to their fun.
“Theo! Why did you stop!” Stiles whined trying to pull Theo back on top of him.
“Stiles! Are you home?” A voice suddenly called from downstairs.
Both the boys sat quietly looking at each other in panic because they were
basically naked. They both tried to grab their clothes and put it back on, but
then Theo whispered to Stiles that his dad was walking up the stairs. Stiles
then told him to turn the lights off and jump into bed as he frantically
started to hide both their discarded articles of clothing.
“Stiles are you in here?” Stiles dad asked as he opened the door to the room,
the creaking sound echoing in the silence. The dad then smiled as he saw the
two boys asleep in each others arms. He was happy that Stiles and Theo were
together because he knew Theo was taking care of his son. He said goodnight
before closing the door and headed to his room so that he could also rest.
A few minutes later the two boys released a deep sigh of relief. It wouldn’t
have been fun to for either of them if the dad had caught them. They both
shuddered thinking about the first time they were caught with there shirts off.
They had gotten a long lecture about safe sex and hormones, it was just a
nightmare.
“That was a close one” Stiles sighed as he laid flat on his back.
“Yeah, I don’t think I could handle another one of his lectures” Theo said as
he groaned at the thought.
“Yeah, me neither” Stiles sighed, before wrapping his arms around Theo’s waist
and nuzzling into his neck.
Theo smiled and embraced Stiles into his arms, taking in the other boys scent.
It wasn’t long till the two started to make out again, but with Stiles
straddling Theo this time. A moment later Theo regained dominance and pushed
Stiles onto his back as he became more aggressive, attacking Stiles neck.
He suckled and bit on the boy’s soft pale skin causing him to whimper and moan
from the pleasure. The hickey slowly forming on the pale skin made Theo smile
in delight as he began to explore the boy’s body more. Stiles couldn’t help,
but quiver and squirm under Theo’s touch. He attempted to signal him to stop
because the stimulation was too much, but Theo ended up pinning his wrist above
his head.
Stiles couldn’t deny how much Theo’s assertion of dominance turned him on. His
body becoming more sensitive to every touch, while his moans became louder. It
wasn’t long till Theo made his way down towards Stiles cock and began to
playfully tease it through his boxers.
Stiles whined and begged, but Theo just kept teasing it. He licked it slowly
towards the tip where pre-cum had seeped through and then kissed it softly.
Stiles felt himself losing control to the sensation and his hips jolted upwards
a bit, wanting more of the contact. Eventually Stiles begged much more weakly,
sounding desperate and Theo smiled enjoying the vulnerability being shown to
him.
He then used his free hand to pull down Stiles boxers and began to hungrily
work on his shaft. Stiles arched his back upwards and sunk his head deep into
the pillow. He became light headed as his breathing sped up and his moans
becoming more breathy.
It wasn’t long until Stiles thrusted his hips up and came in Theo’s mouth. Theo
made sure to swallow every last drop before letting Stiles go. He watched as
Stiles laid there completely drained and panting softly. He then pulled the
boxers back up before laying next to Stiles and pulling him into a hug.
“I think it’s time to go to sleep” Theo said nuzzling into Stiles neck.
“Wh-what a-about you?” Stiles breathily asked still feeling a bit light headed
from what just happened.
“You can just help me in the morning before school” Theo smiled, kissing Stiles
neck, while they got more comfy for sleep.
 
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The_Next_Day_-_Derek’s_Loft_-_Pack_Meeting
 
“I smell him. He’s all over you.” Derek growled while wincing at Stiles as he
pressed the gawky teenager against the wall.
“So what? It’s not like that you care at all anyways-” Stiles babbled. Derek
lifted him up and shoved him against the wall. Hard.
It was the usual routine, nothing out of the ordinary, you know, Derek pressing
Stiles against the wall, Stiles always commenting rhetorically with a slight
hint of sarcasm, and Derek always threatening to rip his throat out. With his
teeth, of course.
“I do. It’s distracting. Just take a shower before you come to the pack
meetups. You reek of sex and his disgusting scent. Do it next time or I’ll rip
your throat out with my teeth”, Derek threatened.
“Okay?” Derek asked with every emphasized syllable.
“Okay.” Stiles meeped. Derek let him go and turned around.
“He has hickeys.” Lydia grinned as she watched the show. She wanted to see more
of Derek’s denial and jealousy. You couldn’t get quality entertainment anywhere
else. Not even on TV.
Derek did a double take, fistfully grabbed the teen by the collar, and pressed
Stiles against the same wall once more.
“Really. Lydia. Really. Why.” Stiles glared daggers at Lydia as he grimaced at
Derek with a small smile.
“You. Let. Him. Mark. You.” Derek enunciated every syllable.
“I- uhhhh. Have a perfectly reasonable explanation. You see Derek.” He babbled
nervously.
Derek nodded slowly scowling waiting for Stiles’s “perfectly reasonable
explanation.”
“Ww-wh-when a person. Uh. Likes another person. Things happen.” Stiles waved
his hands around inexplicably trying to explain to Derek.
Derek raised an eyebrow with a blank expression expecting a more logical
response.
“Like kissing and making out and sex”, Stiles explained with anxiety.
“Don’t forget hickeys.” Lydia added while she giggled covering her face with a
book.
“Yes. Lydia. Hickeys.” Stiles added licking his lips. “I don’t understand why
you care so much.”
Derek remembered what Theo fucking Raeken had said to him before. “You’re no
good for Stiles. What could you ever possibly offer him that I can’t? Hot
sex?... No, that’s not it, I can offer him that any time. Passionate rough
sex?... No, I can also offer that too. Hmm, then what?” Theo sarcastically
spit.
“Shut. Up. Brat.” Derek scowled angrily grabbing Theo by the collar and shoved
him against the lockers.
“Oh, wait. You’re just a pathetic loser suffering from the fact that you can’t
get over your high school years and you’re trying to relive your youthful years
through the coattails of my Stiles”, Theo coldly laughed.
“He’s not yours.” Derek grunted and punched him square in the jaw.
“You’re not rich. You’re poor. You’re just some immature man with a mentality
of a 16 year old living off of your family's fortune which isn’t even worth
anything compared to me. You have no job and you hang around a bunch of
teenagers. You have nothing”, he icily continues, “Nothing, no friends, no
family, just one person, and that person is a useless sadistic psycho piece of
shit who is a menace to society and himself.” Theo spit out.
“You have nothing to offer him. You’re nothing more than a pretty face. Looks
fade. However, I may have a pretty face, but I’m rich. I have connections,
power, friends, family, and I can offer Stiles, the world unlike you”, Theo
tauntingly grinned.
Theo clenches his hands around Derek’s leather jacket and pushed Derek back
hard against the opposite side of the wall. The reality of those words slapped
Derek in the face with the force of a wrecking ball against a concrete wall. If
Miley Cyrus were here she would probably be riding on it screaming, “I came in
like a wreeeeeccckinngggg ball.”
“Remember that. Scum.” Theo said with a tone so toxic that made Derek wince.
Derek leaned against the cold lockers as he slowly slid onto the ground. He sat
there and thought long and hard. What was he thinking. Why was he pining after
a 17- year old teenager who was just a pile of skin and bones? Why is Theo such
a fucking douche? He clenches his jaw and bit the bottom of his lip until the
bittersweet copper taste filled his mouth. He hated the taste.
He pushed himself up from the waxed tiled school floor. He straightened his
jacket and dusted himself off.
 
“Derek? Hello? Earth to sourwolf? You there?” Stiles questioned licking his
lips.
“Grumpypuss? Sourwuss?” Stiles kept going as he waved his hand in front of the
dazed man.
Stiles snapped his fingers multiple times. No response.
Derek stared blankly ahead still pressing Stiles against the wall.
Stiles slapped both sides Derek’s scruffy cheeks with his hands.
Derek let go of Stiles and snapped out of his trance.
“You okay man?” Stiles asked worriedly.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” He turned away and headed for the stairs.
He stepped past Lydia and ignored the banging on his loft door assuming Stiles
will open the door.
He climbed up the stairs to his bathroom, flicked the lights on with one
finger, and turned the faucet on. The sound of water helped calm his nerves as
it rushed down the sink’s drain.
Derek cupped his hands and splashed the cold water on his face repeatedly. He
slammed his wet hands onto the grey marble counter and glared at himself at his
mirror. He was angry at himself because he didn’t know what he was doing. He
truthfully didn’t know how he felt. He didn’t know why he let Theo’s words get
to him. He didn’t know why his life sucked so much. He was confused, lost, and
angry like a spoiled little child because he didn’t get his way. Things usually
always go his way but not this time. There had only been a few times when
things did not go the way he planned it.
One: That day on the first day of kindergarten a bird shit on his arm and for
the rest of the year the kids in his class nicknamed him poo-poo boy.
Two: The day when he asked Kate Argent to prom using lacrosse balls and a
lacrosse stick spelled out behind the bleachers in their special place with
candles. She agreed, but then on the day of prom she ditched him half-way for
the most popular lacrosse jock in the school. He ended up walking home alone in
the rain ruining the suit his mom got him.
Three: The day when Peter Hale, his uncle hit on Derek’s new math teacher, and
ended up fucking her. Not to long after Peter broke up with her. Afterwards
Derek, had a very vengeful broken hearted woman for a math teacher. Which does
not equate a very good grade for Derek Hale especially in calculus.
Four: The day when his house was burned down by the hunters.
And there- wait… okay maybe he was wrong. Turns out things for Derek Hale did
not go always as planned for him and listing them out isn’t going to help him
out at all.
Derek grabbed a white hand towel and pressed his face into the soft texture. He
wiped his face dry and noticed himself in the mirror. There were bags under his
eyes he looked like a grumpy piece of crap. Who could sleep with all of the
nightmares he had anyways.
He could hear the sound of Scott and Stiles bro hugging it out. Jackson’s
scoffing at the two idiots, Liam joining in on their charade, and Brett
awkwardly shuffling to the couch.
There was one. One very familiar scent. It smelled of something so sly and
sinister only Derek would recognize. He remembered the rich fancy cologne.
Lilacs. Which could only mean one thing.
It was the man of the hour himself. Theo. Fucking. Raeken.
Derek growled to himself. He threw the hand towel onto sink, switched the
bathroom light off, and slowly proceeded down the stairs. Holding in his fury
increasing with every step down the grey marble stairs.
And at that moment when Theo was in range of vision, Derek kept his eyes on
him, and Theo held the mutual glare. The corners of Theo’s mouth curved
slightly upwards lightly smiling. He had his hands positioned in front of him
neatly folded.
Theo’s delicate look was shadowed by a menacing aura that drafted behind him.
Derek slowly walked over to his nemesis. The pack watched silently as Derek
stood only a few centimeters away from Theo.
Derek clenched his jaw and muttered, “You’re. Not. Welcome. Here.” His breath
was heavy with anger. He wanted to rip his throat out with his bare hands.
Theo lightly smirked while raising his eyebrows, “I was invited here by
Stiles.”
“I don’t care. Invitation revoked.” Derek growled angrily at him.
“Now. Isn’t that rude?” Theo tilted his head playfully.
Derek pressed his arm against Theo’s neck and shoved him against the grey
concrete wall. They were face to face and Derek was only moments away from
ripping his throat out with his teeth.
“You. Need. To. Leave. NOW!” Derek’s eyes glowed blue as his fangs grew. He
unlocked the bottom of his jaw and bared his sharp teeth at his victim. He
flicked his available hand claws emerged from his nails. He held them before
Theo’s face threateningly ready to maim.
“No”, Theo taunted the angry man before him. He wasn’t worried about his safety
because if Derek did make a move, Stiles would never look at him the same ever
again. So this game was checkmate. He had already won and Theo was pretty sure
Derek knew it as well.
“No?” Derek grunted tilting his head to the left baring his fangs. He could do
it you know. He could rip his throat out right then and there. He could end
him. He would just hide the body easily where no one could find it. So.
Fucking. Easily.
“You don’t have the balls”, Theo grinned playing Derek more and more into his
little game.
“Oh, yeah?” Derek howled. He drew his clawed hand back and went in for the
kill.
“STOP.” Derek halted immediately from the voice. His claws were only
centimeters from Theo’s vulnerable throat.
It was Stiles.
“Derek. Stop. Let him go”, Stiles pleaded shifting a few steps closer to Derek.
“No. Why should I?”, Derek grunted.
“Please”, Stiles begged. The gaudy teenager’s soft warm chocolate eyes stared
mercilessly into Derek’s eyes. Derek winced at the sight of it. His heart
skipped a beat and he gave in. He scowled shoving himself off of Theo,
retracted his fangs and claws, and broodily stomped to the kitchen.
He heard Stiles apologizing repeatedly to Theo for Derek’s attitude trying to
convince him that Derek “isn’t used to strangers” and Derek “takes a while to
warm up to people.”
Theo accepted the excuses Stiles made and left accepting that he wasn’t welcome
here. Derek ripped open the water bottle cap and clenched the bottle tightly as
he gulped down the entire bottle. He crushed the plastic between his hands and
chucked it in the blue bin.
The pack had nothing to say to what had happened. They all knew to keep to
themselves and not intervene between Stiles, Derek, and Theo.
 
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La_Brujería
 
The witch cackled with glee as it chanted latin inscriptions around the black
cauldron. She pinched a bit of wyrm’s eye and sprinkled it into the pot. She
added a few dollops of dried centaurion blood and five drops of a wraith’s
tears grinningly. She was dressed in black web designed garment and she had the
most beautiful whitest hair.
She chanted with enthusiasm, praising her lord, satan himself, and then added
the most vital ingredient, Wolfsbane.
Her eyes flashed grey. She thrusted her hands in front of her at the cauldron.
A sudden flash of smoke. *poof*
She opened a plastic baggie and retrieves the final ingredient. A strand of the
victim’s hair. She dropped it into the swirling devious black liquid watching
it consume the black hair.
“All done, it should take a few hours for the curse to occur”, She dusted her
hands and faced the handsome teen with dashing features.
He lifted the hood off his face, “Perfect.”
Theo’s eyes glowed golden grinning with delight.
“What a tangled web we weave”, he quoted sarcastically handing the woman an
unusual large wad of cash.
“Indeed”, The witch drolled as she accepted her payment and stuffed the money
in her robes.
 
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In_Derek’s_bedroom
 
The sun was up and the sky clear as the light shone brightly on Derek’s face.
Derek growled angrily from being awakened before turning over onto his stomach.
He spent a couple more hours asleep in his bed, until his phone started to
ring. He grumbled as he hesitantly reached for his phone to see who it was. The
name Peter Hale glowed brightly on his phone. He sighed heavily before
answering.
“What do you want Peter?” Derek growled.
“Derek?” Peter asked sounding a bit confused.
“Yeah. What.” Derek asked furiously. The line suddenly dropped and Derek just
threw his phone across the room and went back to sleep.
Not too long after the phone call, a loud banging sound came from the front
entrance of the loft, waking Derek once again. He angrily stomped towards the
door and opened it. His uncle standing there with a surprised look as Derek
glared harshly at him.
“Derek! Jesus! What in god’s name happened to you?” Peter asked in a confused
tone. He covered his mouth with both of his hands.
“What do you mean?” Derek asked still angry and unsure of the question.
“h-have you not seen yourself at the mirror?!” Peter asked more surprised by
the response.
Derek confusedly strided away and headed towards his bathroom to see what his
uncle was babbling about. As soon as Derek looked into the mirror his jaw
dropped. He couldn’t believe what he saw. The once mighty Derek Hale had
somehow reverted back into an adolescent teen. He walked out and stared at his
uncle with a look of shock, unable to fathom what was going on.
The rest of the day went by quickly as Peter and Derek tried to search for an
answer as to why Derek suddenly de-aged. Nothing came up, the results were
inconclusive, and Derek was getting frustrated with the lack of results.
Although he had a lingering feeling that Theo might have been the one who did
this.
 
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The_Next_Day
 
Derek had given up and sent Peter home to continue the research. Derek just
needed time alone to think about his current predicament and how he was going
to tell the pack. He had avoided all their calls and text last night because of
it.
He just sighed deeply as he fell onto his bed holding his phone. He hesitantly
shifted his head to the side when he felt his phone vibrate. Stiles Stilinski
appeared on the screen and Derek couldn’t help, but smile. A few seconds later
though his smile was replaced with a scowl as the thought of Theo popped up in
his head.
He plopped the phone beside him, he knew Theo had to be behind this. That
devious bastard was always up to something. Whether it was purposely marking
Stiles on his neck or boasting him like he had won a prize that needed to be
rubbed in. The smug little prick just fucking loved getting under Derek’s skin
and annoy the hell out of him.
Derek let out an angry groan and laid in his bed, trying not to think of the
hell spawn Theo Raeken. A couple hours later he got a call from Peter who had
finally found out a possible answer. Peter had told him that it was most likely
a witch who had casted a type of curse on him. Derek sat up quickly and was
about to get dressed and leave, until Peter told him that it would be best if
he stayed there.
Peter had to explain to Derek that the witch was hard to find and how Derek
could use his current situation as a way to keep watch on Theo. He even went on
to say that he personally enrolled Derek into the Beacon Hills high school
under the name Miguel Juarez. Derek couldn’t help, but scoff and question the
name he had to go by. Peter told Derek that he would try to find the witch as
soon as possible and wished him good luck before hanging up. Derek spent the
rest of the day furious about everything and unable to sleep. Not like it would
have mattered his nightmares would have just came back to haunt him.
 
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Beacon_Hills_High_School
 
The entire classroom fell silent. “Class, meet our new exchange transfer
student from Mexico, Miguel Juarez”, Mr. Harris stated blandly. He pushed up
his glasses, “Go have a seat next to Stilinski.”
Stiles couldn’t help, but feel like he knew the guy. Especially the name Miguel
Juarez, he knew he heard that name before. He kept a stern gaze on the new boy,
trying to figure out why he seemed so familiar. The mysterious boy noticed
Stiles staring and gave him a smile. Stiles was caught off guard by it and
became flustered. He then looked away and tried to quickly open his book, but
ended up dropping it instead. The other boy chuckled, while he watched Stiles
frantically pick up his book. Stiles then decided to sink back into his chair
out of embarrassment.
Throughout the entire class Stiles couldn’t help, but feel the other boy stare
at him. It made Stiles shiver, because it didn’t feel like an ordinary stare.
He felt like the boy was hungrily eying him from top to bottom. It made Stiles
skin crawl, but also made him a little hot at the same time. Stiles just prayed
the bell would ring, so he could rush towards his next class in hopes of
escaping the boy.
Unfortunately Stiles found out that Miguel had all of the same classes as him.
He wasn’t too fond of it, due to the fact Miguel had been watching him like a
hawk. Other than having to deal with Miguel’s stare; he also had to deal with
his boyfriend Theo who has been intensely glaring at the boy during both the
classes they shared together. Stiles just raised his arms up in defeat and laid
his head down, hoping the day would just end already.
Stiles was more than happy to go after the last bell rung and school was over.
He was getting ready to leave class, until he stopped, noticing someone was in
front of him. Stiles hesitantly glanced up and saw that Miguel was smiling down
at him.
“Hey there, Stiles right?” Miguel asked still keeping the cheerful smile on his
face.
“U-uh yeah, and you’re Miguel?” Stiles mumbled trying to avoid the other boys
face.
“So I’m new to Beacon Hills and was wondering if you could show me around”
Miguel asked not breaking eye contact.
“Uh sure, but you could ask…” Stiles stopped, noticing that the classroom was
entirely empty.
“Ask?” Miguel looked around confused.
“N-nevermind, I guess I could show you around” Stiles said regrettingly. Fuck
my life.
Not soon after leaving the classroom, he was faced with Theo. Theo and Miguel
greeted each other casually and shook each others hand. Although Stiles
couldn’t help, but feel unsettled by their greeting as he felt a strange
intensity behind it.
Stiles explained to Theo how he offered to show Miguel around and Theo being
persistent as he was decided to tag along. The rest of the evening was
extremely awkward and intense for Stiles. It was like there was a battle
happening right in front of him, but minus the blood and wreckage.
Once Theo and him had finished showing Miguel around Beacon hills, they dropped
him off at what they believed to be his house. Stiles then proceeded to drop
Theo off and gave him a kiss before he left. He couldn’t help, but feel
exhausted by how his day had gone. When he got home he immediately crashed on
his bed, hoping that tomorrow would be less stressful.
 
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Thirty_Minutes_After_Stiles_Dropped_Miguel_A.K.A_Derek_Off
 
Derek took his time walking home. He was finally able to drop his facade and
returned to his usual scowl. He had spent the entire day with Stiles which you
would think would make him happy, but no. Because he didn’t just spend time
with Stiles, he also spent it with Theo-Fucking-Raeken. He wanted to rip out
Theo’s throat so bad, but decided against it. He had to keep his identity a
secret after all. Plus he was sure that Stiles would’ve hated him forever if he
did it. There was just no winning for Derek and it just annoyed the hell out of
him.
Derek wasn’t sure how long he would last going to the same school as Theo. He
wanted to attack the guy every time he saw him. Anything Theo related just made
his blood boil in general. The sight of him, his voice, and even the forever
ruined scent of lilac from the cologne he was using. Derek was desperately
waiting for Peter to find that witch so he could find out Theo was behind it
all. He needed an excuse to beat him into a bloody pulp in front of Stiles.
It wasn’t long till he reached his loft and fell flat on his bed. He felt like
he was going to have another restless night due to his unwavering anger he was
feeling. He had called Peter multiple times today, but had yet to get an
answer. It just made him even more angry.
Derek tried to calm himself down and found himself thinking about Stiles. He
thought about the dark brown hair boy being next to him on his bed, while he
caressed his pale skin. Derek unconsciously reached into his pants and began
rubbing himself. The thoughts of making the boy his becoming more vivid. He
imagined stripping Stiles of his clothes and leaving a trail of kisses down his
body. Making him moan and call out his name softly.
Derek started to stroke his dick, picking up the pace as his thoughts ran wild.
He could feel the heat in his body rise and his breathing deepening. The last
thought that ran through his head before he came was Stiles begging for more.
Begging for Derek to give him more of his cum and fill him up. Derek laid there
panting and covered in his own cum. He had a trail of cum that went from his
chest to the side of his face, but was too exhausted at the moment to wipe it
off.
Once Derek finally got himself together, he went to the bathroom and took a
shower. He felt much more relaxed and calm compared to earlier. When he got
back to the room he heard his phone vibrate. He had gotten a text from Stiles
stating that there was a new kid at his school and how weird he thought he was.
Derek felt a bit hurt by the comment Stiles made. Although he had to admit,
that he was sort of being creepy. With the whole staring at Stiles like a piece
of meat. Derek just cursed at his teenage hormones that were acting up.
The one thing he hated almost as much as Theo was his overactive sex drive as a
teenager. After a few minutes Derek decided to reply to Stiles text. He told
Stiles how he had no time to deal with his high school drama and how he was
very busy. A Moment later he got a reply from Stiles, calling him a sourwolf
and how if he shows up on the news dead that it would be all his fault. Derek
laughed loudly at the boy’s ridiculous remark and went off to bed.
 
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A_Few_Days_Later_-_During_Lunch
 
“Dude. Deadpool would totally own the shit out of all the superheroes”, Stiles
straight up argued.
“Nuh, uh”, Scott convincingly argued, “Deathstroke would totally win. He’s a
trained assassin and a total scarred badass.”
“Uh, huh. No. Wolverine would win. That regeneration and the adamantium claws.
He would beat both their asses”, Miguel added slamming his fist on the table.
“Bro. Deadpool would wreck both of y’all pussy heroes. They both have the
regeneration, but they don’t have the insanity”, Stiles deadpanned.
“Nuh,uh”, Scott and Miguel said at the exact same time.
“Yuh, huh”, Stiles, “Deadpool would so own them.”
“Wolverine”
“No, Deathstroke.”
“No, Deadpool.”
“Wolverine.”
“Deadpool.”
“Wolverine.”
“Yeah like bullets are going to win against adamantium claws.”
“It’s called rocket launcher.”
“No, its called cut off all of the limbs so they can’t fight.”
“No it’s called superhuman regeneration.”
“No it’s called that takes a lot of energy and time expended.”
“It’s called Deadpool is pretty much immortal.”
“It’s called they’re all mutants.”
The three argued back and forth. The rest of the pack rolled their eyes with
bored expressions completely numb by the argument before them. Every lunch they
have some sort of nerdy geeky argument.
“Please end me now”, Lydia groaned throwing her head back. Jackson just watched
them bemusedly biting into an apple. Brett had no idea what they were talking
about and just watched Liam walk towards them with puppy eyes. Theo had fallen
asleep at the start of the conversation. Drool had started to slowly drip out
of his mouth on the table, but nobody really was really paying attention.
“Superman wins, okay”, Liam joined in as he dropped his lunch down on the
tables not caring if the food spilled out of the tray, “Jesus, he could just
throw the three of them in space, and they’d keep dying repeatedly by exploding
their heads out.”
“Nu, uh. Not unless they got their hands on a oxygen tank”, Stiles dejected.
“Yeah or a rocket”, Scott nodded cutely like a naive puppy. The thought of his
favorite super hero dying was definitely out of the question.
“And if they got in contact with a satellite”, Miguel backed up. Stiles gave
him a high-five.
“No”, Liam said with furrowed eyebrows, “They wouldn’t even be able to move
that well in space. They’re humans with mutant powers. Not a fucking alien
god.”
“Pshhh. Deadpool would so win. Just saying”, Stiles pointed out.
“No, Superman would-”, Liam began before he was cut off.
“I’ve had enough. Shut up guys. Seriously. One more word about who’s the best
fucking superhero and I’m going to lock them up with Derek and I’ll have him
personally rip your throats out”, Lydia threatened menacingly.
“Miguel”, covered his small smile with his napkin after hearing his name being
mentioned in a threat especially a threat from Lydia.
The three of them shut up. Miguel ironically didn’t feel threatened.
 
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A_Few_Weeks_Later
 
It’s been a few weeks, since Derek was reverted back to a teenager and began
attending school. He had trouble keeping up the nice cheerful act, especially
around Theo. He has kept a careful eye on Theo for the past few weeks and
hasn’t noticed anything, but the death glares that was tossed his way every now
and then. Other than that, he was able to join the group again fairly easily.
Everyone was acting like their usually self. Jackson was being an asshole to
Stiles, while Lydia watched in amusement. Liam was day dreaming, probably
thinking about Brett and when he will see him again. Scott was babbling on
about how he thought the guy in his history class was cute. Derek couldn’t
help, but chuckle at Scott who ranted for a good ten minutes. They all even
hung out after school. Derek enjoyed getting to spend time with the pack and
what made it even better was the fact Theo wasn’t there when they did.
Things surprisingly went well for Derek through the course of the week. He even
got calls from Peter saying how he was getting close to finding the witch who
did this to him. It didn’t seem long from now till Derek would return to his
actual age. The thought made him happy, but sad at the sametime. He wasn’t
exactly psyched about having to re-attend high school, yet he was enjoying the
closeness to everyone that he usually pushed away. Especially with Stiles, He
has always kept Stiles at a reasonable distance.
He had trouble expressing how he felt when it came to him. He always resorted
to brute force, instead of using his words. It’s one of the reasons Theo even
got the chance to confess and take Stiles as his. Not like Stiles made it easy
anyway. With his constant comebacks and nicknames. It just seemed easier at the
time to push him against walls and threaten to rip his throat out with his
teeth.
Even now Derek had a pretty hard time trying not falling back to his habit of
hurting Stiles in anyway, but Stiles being Stiles made that quite difficult.
There were a few times Derek added a bit too much force when he punched Stiles
on the shoulder. He practically knocked him over without even trying. It was
later that week when Derek was face to face with Theo alone outside of school
that made him almost lose control.
“I need you to back off Stiles”, Theo said, sounding slightly upset, but
keeping his calm.
“What do you mean?” Derek asked coyly.
“You know what I’m talking about Miguel, I see how you look at him”, Theo said
as his expression became a bit more angry before going back to it’s calm state.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, we’re just friends”, Derek replied,
trying to seem as innocent possible.
“Well not like Stiles would even think twice about leaving me for you”, Theo
said confidently, while putting on his usually smug face.
“What can an exchange student from Mexico of all places, even offer Stiles”,
Theo continued, the words coming off a lot more harsh.
“What did you say?” Derek growled, staring daggers at Theo. Theo then walked
passed him with a smirk. Derek turned around getting ready to jump Theo and
attack him, but then he saw him heading towards Stiles. He watched, while Theo
pulled Stiles into a hug and kiss him. The sight infuriated him and he just
walked away.
Scott’s Place - Pack Meeting
“Hey have you guys heard from Derek recently?” Scott asked as he looked around
the living room.
“Not since a couple a weeks ago when he said he was busy”, Stiles replied.
“How about anyone else?” Scott asked, disappointed by the lack of responses.
“Not even Peter is picking up his phone”, Scott sighed.
“I wonder where those two have gone”, Lydia said, trying to think about
possible reasons why both Derek and Peter would randomly be missing.
“Yeah, last time I remembered, Derek wasn’t really too fond of his uncle”,
Jackson bluntly stated.
The room fell silent and everyone just looked at each other, unsure of what to
make of the situation. It’s been almost an entire month since anyone has seen
or talked to Derek. They’ve even gone to his loft to check up on him a couple
times, but no one was home. Scott understood that Derek’s been pretty grumpy
and moody recently. Especially with the whole incident involving Theo, but
Scott doesn’t think Derek would suddenly go missing because of that. He just
released another sigh and sat down.
“What should we do guys?” Scott asked looking glum.
“I don’t know Scott, we just have to wait till that sourwolf comes back”,
Stiles replied as he placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“Yeah… I guess you’re right”, Scott sighed. Scott then ended the meeting, still
sitting on the chair and watched everyone leave.
“Derek....Peter.... What are you two up to?” Scott mumbled to himself as he
started up the stairs.
 
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In_a_Dark_Nightclub_Alleyway
 
“Come on, baby. You know you want it”, Theo purred against Stiles ear.
“No, stop it Theo”, Stiles complained as Theo held his hands above him. Theo
gave butterfly kisses along Stiles neck and jaw.
“Come on, sweetie”, Theo prowled. He tilted his head and kissed Stiles on the
cheek.
“Stop. Theo”, Stiles said once more trying to turn his head the other way.
“Don’t be like that, baby”, Theo urged. He was hard against Stiles groin. He
humped him slowly.
“Not now, Theo. I’m not in the mood”, Stiles whined.
“You know you want it”, Theo said his eyes burned with a fiery passion. His
eyes glowed fiercely as he pressed his forehead against Stiles forehead.
“You know I’m not ready”, Stiles grimaced as Theo groped his ass.
“I know many things. I know that you’re ready”, Theo winked seducingly.
“Well. Not here okay?” Stiles broke free of Theo’s grip.
“Don’t you think it's adventurous”, he growled sexily as he trapped Stiles
between his arms.
“No means no. Theo”, Stiles frustratedly shoved him away.
“Oh ho, ho, no. Nobody says no to Theo fucking Raeken”, Theo furiously stated.
He wanted to fuck and he wanted to fuck Stiles right now.
“I do. Watch me walk away now”, Stiles irritatedly stated at his pushy, horny,
and needy boyfriend. He turned away from Theo and started for the sidewalk.
“I don’t think so”, Theo grabbed Stiles wrist and pulled him back to him.
“Theo. OW! You’re hurting me. Let go of me asshole”, Stiles yelped.
“Well it ain’t that bad sweetheart. It’s going to hurt way more what I’m going
to do to you”, Theo grinned with a devious tone.
“Theo. I’m serious let me go-”, Stiles ordered.
Theo throws him against the brick wall and traps Stiles.
“You’re MINE”, Theo growled angrily, “I OWN you. You have NO say in what YOU
want to do. You WILL listen to WHAT I say.”
Stiles whined as Theo spat in his face.
“I’ve seen you. The way YOU look at Miguel”, he hissed with jealousy.
“The way your eyes linger on his cute little face”, he mimicked, “The way you
look into his eyes and watch his every move. You’re completely infatuated with
him and it’s sickening. I could smell it off of you from miles away.” He
uttered with a venomous tone.
Theo cornered Stiles and turned him around so his face was pressed against the
dirty brick wall.
Theo held Stiles hands behind him and grinded his clothed member against Stiles
clothed ass.
He grunted in pleasure, “You like that don’t you? You dirty little cheater.”
“No”, Stiles cried, “I don’t… Theo, please let me go….”
Theo erratically grounded against Stiles behind with his hard erect member. He
ignored Stiles cries and pressed himself against his former lover. Of course,
former because he had to kill Stiles or else he would tell the world about
Theo’s insanity.
“I bet if it were Miguel right here instead of me, behind you, you’d sluttly
moan and enjoy it. You’d rub up against his fucking cock and open yourself up
and let him fuck you senseless wouldn’t you?” Theo spat against Stiles right
ear.
“NO”, Stiles screamed, “Get off me you fucking piece of shit.” He couldn’t
escape or even move he was paralyzed with fear. He never knew he could fear
someone he liked so much. He didn’t know someone so close to him could be this
fucking insane.
Theo pulled Stiles towards him and punched Stiles in the face with full force.
Something definitely cracked in his skull as he hit the wall hard. He slid to
the ground. It was pathetic with just one punch and Stiles had the lights
knocked out of him.
“You know, I’m the one who killed Derek”, Theo cackled effortlessly inspected
his nails.
Stiles eyes widened and blurrily stared at the menace before him, “W-what do
you m-mean? That’s not possibl-”
“You should see your dumb look on your face right now”, he laughed, “I hired a
witch to kill him with a curse”, Theo proudly bragged.
“He was getting on my nerves and so I just offed him”, Theo snapped his
fingers, “Just like that he was gone.”
“Derek…” Stiles cried to himself. It was hopeless. He was fucked. Literally. He
had fallen for the enemy. The enemy before him he once thought he knew so well.
He was wrong… So wrong… He wished he had never met Theo in the first place… He
wished for a lot of things. It was so ironic how his father is a cop and here
he is about to get raped and murdered. He hoped that at least he would see
Derek in the afterlife and tell him truthfully how he really felt. Stiles
accepted the fact that in the end his human life was so fragile and if Derek
decided to rip his throat out after confessing his love to him then so be it.
Tears dropped from Stiles cheeks as he blurrily turned his face towards the
sidewalk. He closed his eyes and opened them. There was a figure slowly walking
to them. Who was that? … Is that? …?
“Cry all you want because that's the last thing you’ll ever do-”, Theo stopped
as he watched the figure approach them clutching the shadows.
The man in the shadows spoke, “Let go of him, Theo.”
“No. Miguel.” Theo glared at the figure before them. He took a longer sniff,
“Or should I say, Derek Hale.”
“Oh no, looks like I’ve been found out”, Miguel grinned emerging from the
shadows.
“Wait. What?” Stiles slurred.
“I see you survived. That bitch betrayed me and left the city. I guess there is
no curse that can kill the well known Derek Hale”, Theo spit sarcastically.
“No, it wasn’t only that. You see I’ve been doing some research. That witch was
a druid, she doesn’t do killing, or harm anything. She only puts beneficial
curses on such people. You backed her into a corner and ordered to curse me,
but she only did the one thing she could do that was closest to a curse, de-
agify. Also, you’ve been kicked out of pack after pack because you’re mentally
unstable. You’ve killed over 9 people and maimed over 17. You’re wanted in 19
states. There’s nothing for you here the hunters have been notified. You’re out
of control. Leave now and die by hunters. Or else I’ll kill you myself”, Derek
threateningly stated.
“Ha! I’d love to see you try”, Theo grinned manically charging towards Derek
with his claws.
Derek dodged to the side, juked behind him, and held Theo by the neck impaling
his claws into the back of Theo’s neck.
Theo screamed in pain as Derek dug his claws into Theo’s neck.
“Well, that was over quick”, Stiles commented. Derek rolled his eyes in the
dark.
Derek throws him on the ground with ease and steps on his head. He didn’t care
if he was crushing the bastards skull. This sick fuck deserved to die, but it's
not worth it Derek decided.
“No means no”, Derek stated with a low angry tone, “Got that?”
Theo nodded pathetically, got up as soon as Derek lifted his foot, and ran off
into the darkness.
 
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Licking_the_Wounds
 
“You okay?” Derek retracted his claws and offered a hand to lift Stiles up.
“Y-y-yeah…” Stiles let Derek pull him up. Derek never let go of his hand and
tugged him along for a walk to his black Camaro.
“So who are you? Miguel or Derek?” Stiles asked quizzically.
“Both”, Derek coyly grinned.
“Wait… How?” Stiles grimaced slightly as he stubbed his toe on a crack on the
sidewalk. He trips and falls forward. Stiles closes his eyes bracing for
impact.
Derek catches Stiles by the waist before Stiles hit the ground, holding him
romantically, and he grinned watching Stiles with his eyes clenched shut.
Stiles opened his eyes blinking rapidly. The young Derek’s face was only inches
away from Stiles face.
Stiles blushed at the sight of the cute baby face of what was Derek Hale. Derek
smiled and leaned in for the kiss.
The boys closed their eyes and their lips meet. Sparks flew between the both of
them. Derek could hear Stiles heartbeat rapidly increase as their warm lips
mingled.
The only thing running through Stiles mind was that he was kissing Derek
fucking Hale. Holy fucking shit. Mind Blown.
Derek could smell Theo radiating off of Stiles. He wanted to cover that scent
and mark it all with his own. Soon. Soon he will ravage Stiles body and claim
him for himself.
Derek broke the kiss and stared into the warm brown pools of Stiles eyes.
“Because it's the name you gave me, an alias. Remember?”
“... Oh YEAH! I remember now!” Stiles yelped aloud. Excited that his sourwolf
remembered the name.
“No fucking way. I can’t believed you remembered that Der-bear.”
Derek grimaced as he carried Stiles in his arms Cinderella style to the car,
“Say that nickname again and I will drop you.”
“Awh, come on, grumpypuss don’t be like that”, he beamed at the teen before
him.
“Shut up or I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth”, Derek grumpily grunted
opened the car door and sat Stiles down on the car seat.
“You know, it’s weird seeing you all grumpy because before when you were
pretending to be Miguel you were really nice and that was really unsettling.
You see I had a feeling you were Derek but you were too nice to-”, Derek
slammed the door on Stiles before he could finish his sentence.
Derek sighed walking around his car to the driver’s seat and when he opened the
door the sweet voice of Stiles Stilinski greeted him. “Be Derek because you see
I had a theory.”
Derek thanked the gods that his boy paused to take a breath. He started the
engine while Stiles babbled on and on and on and on about how Derek was really
good at acting and how Derek got him good.
Derek pulled over the car, grabbed Stiles by the collar, and kissed him with
tongue to shut him up. After that Stiles stayed silent and shy.
Derek started the car and turned back on the road, “What’s the matter? Why are
you so quiet?” Derek said smugly.
Stiles turned towards the window and hid his face in his hands.
The silence between them remained until Derek reached his loft.
Derek cut the engine off of his car. There was a pause.
“Are you going to stay like this forever?” Stiles asked softly.
“Who knows? Why?” Derek grumpily sighed.
“Because I like the way you look now”, Stiles uttered.
“Oh, and not the way when I was like 28?” Derek questioned arching an eyebrow.
“No, it doesn’t matter because you’re going to age sexily”, Stiles grinned.
“Loser”, Derek muttered scowling as he opened his car door.
“Wait here”, He commanded grunting.
“Wh-”, Derek slammed the door before Stiles could finish again. Stiles licked
his lips and sighed. He watched young Derek shuffle over to his door.
Derek opened the door for him.
“Awe, what a gentleman. Why, thank you Sourwolf”, Stiles teased giddily.
“Shut. Up”, Derek grunted once more for the billionth time.
“Can you walk?” He clenched his jaw asking the mole freckled teen.
“Yeah, I think. That punch really knocked around my marbles”, Stiles babbled.
Derek rolled his eyes and lifted Stiles out of the car once again Cinderella
style, “Wait! What do you think you’re doing! I told you I’m fine. Worry wolf.”
Derek closed the car door by bumping the door with his hip.
“Whoa some hip action”, Stiles commented.
“Oh my god. Shut. Up”, Derek barked with a scowl.
Stiles chuckled touching Derek’s soft faux haircut.
Derek pressed the lock button on his key while carrying Stiles to his loft. He
really wanted to fuck the shit out of him.
Derek sets Stiles against the wall and unlocks the door with his key.
He slides the door open, flicks on the lights, and helps Stiles onto the couch.
“Let me get you an ice pack”, Derek muttered and walked over to the kitchen.
“Thanks, Der-bear”, Stiles said weakly.
Derek pulled the fridge door open. The soft cool air breathed in his face as he
reached for an ice pack.
He slammed the door shut with his foot and made his way to Stiles who sat on
the couch.
Young Derek hands the ice pack to Stiles and watched him wince as he put the
ice pack on his swollen cheek.
“Are you okay?” Derek grunted sitting next to him.
Stiles nodded quietly looking down on the floor. The pain finally settled in.
The realization hit him that Derek was probably going to age with him. The
“Miguel” he once knew was really Derek. Derek can be really sweet and nice.
Derek… was all he could think of. All those times… It was really Derek.
Stiles glanced over to Derek.
Young Derek’s features were completely different. His eyes were softer, his
facial features were more sweeter like a baby’s face, he looked completely
different without the facial hair and the scruff. His faux hair cut shone
against the lightly. How could so much change happen to this guy? He compared
the Derek he knew now to the one back then. It was just strange seeing the
older Derek resonate with the younger derek.
Stiles realized that Derek was worriedly watching him with a slight scowl.
“I’m okay. Really” Stiles said staring into Derek’s beautiful hazel eyes laced
with small bits of copper. He gave the teen a reassuring smile.
“Stiles”, Derek’s tone changed from grumpy to soft. “I need to tell you
something.”
“What?” Stiles blurted out as he set down the ice pack from his cheek.
“All that attitude I had last month, me being angry with Theo, and grumpy at
you was because I was jealous of you and Theo.”
“You? Pft. No way! Jealous?” Stiles scoffed. He couldn’t believe his ears.
Sourwolf was fessing up to his actions. Is the sky falling?
“Yeah. I was mad and angry”, Derek choked slightly.
“Yeah. No shit sherlock”, Stiles joked sarcastically.
“Stiles”, Derek glowered at Stiles.
“Okay. Okay I’ll shut up”, Stiles laughed, “But to be honest, you’re grumpy and
angry all the time.”
“That I admit is true I am grumpy, but the real truth is that I like you”,
Derek said with the most softest tone. He rubbed his thighs with his hands
“HA! Good joke bro. I totally like you too. I especially loved it when you
slammed me against that wall that day when I was a freshman really turned me
on”, Stiles laughed slapping Derek’s knee.
Derek rolled his eyes and glared daggers at Stiles. There was a long moment of
silence.
Oh. It wasn’t long until until Stiles realized that Sourwolf was telling the
truth.
Holy shit fuck. Derek liked him. He didn’t know what to say except....
“I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time until I met Theo, but even after
that”, Stiles licked his lips babbling, “and even after dating Theo, I still
had an even bigger crush you when you went missing. I was so worried about you
that I stopped paying attention to Theo and in class because I was thinking
about you… Your eyes, your black scruff, you’re grumpy tone, and everything
about you-”
Derek interrupted Stiles by kissing him to shut him up. Stiles broke the kiss
and continues.
“And when I saw Miguel… He looked so much like you that I wish that you were
him… and you were…” Stiles said lighthead and was red as a cherry.
Young Derek cupped Stiles non-swollen cheek and wipes a tear from Stiles eye.
“Look Stiles, I… always had feelings for you before ever since that day… The
day when I first met you at that party… My feelings grew more when you socked
me in the face when the wolfsbane bullet was going to end me… And even more the
day you kept me afloat when I was completely paralyzed by the kanima in the
pool...” Derek gave a small smile at the thought of it, “I just didn’t have the
balls to tell you and I didn’t realize it until the day I saw you with that
piece of shit named Theo…”
“I woke up every morning without you all those years and I’m tired of not
waking up to you next to me every morning. You don’t know how long I’ve waited
for you. You don’t know how much I’ve pined for you each and every moment of
the day”, Derek’s crookedly smiled, his lower lip covered the bottom of his
teeth.
It made Stiles heartbeat faster how much young Derek resembled older Derek. His
features were so similar, his smile was the cutest thing in the world, and it
made his mind race that he and Derek would grow old together because it was gut
feeling. And his gut feeling was never wrong.
They both felt so satisfied to finally tell the truth to each other and it only
took like what? Three years.
“I actually love you, Stiles Stilinski”, Derek admitted with a grumpy tone.
“I love you too, Derek Sourwolf Hale”, Stiles grinned from ear to ear and he
kissed the de-aged teenager before him.
 
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I’m_Going_to_Give_You_a_Pounding_to_Die_for
 
Young Derek and Stiles cuddled in the sweet spring meadow scented sheets and
watched Friends. They lay in the dark with scented candles dimly lit around
them.
Talk about netflix and chill. Ha. Stiles smiled thinking about how cute Derek
was. Sourwolf had kept his cute wolf night light that Stiles gave him last
christmas because of the nightmares Derek had.
Stiles rested his head on Derek’s chest with Derek’s arm around him. He could
hear his heartbeat. They had just taken a shower and they both smelled of
roses, honey, and berries. Not a manly scent, but who cares? It smelled so
fucking good. He smiled taking a sniff from the red delicate rose Derek had
surprised him with after the shower.
Derek noticed Stiles smiling, “What are you smiling about?”
“Oh, nothing…” Stiles said stifling a giggle.
“Tell me”, Derek nudged Stiles lightly with a smile.
“Oh, maybe about how a grown man like you still needs a night light”, Stiles
teased with the biggest smile on his face.
“Hey. I use it because I don’t want to stub my toe on anything in the dark”,
Derek blushed.
“Objection, your honor. It is clearly a fact that my client is lying”, Stiles
said with a goofy lawyer tone.
“I call bullshit because you’re a fucking werewolf. You can see in the dark.
Nice try sourwolf”, Stiles pointed out winking
“I…” Derek paused for a moment lying there flustered. He was caught. Literally
caught in the act.
“I just thought your gift was cute and thoughtful. So I decided to use it,
okay”, Derek admitted.
“Now, was that so hard to say?” Stiles taunted the teen smiling before him.
“Look at you, sourwolf. Having feelings and now scowling all the time”, Stiles
added with a demeaning tone.
Derek scowled.
“Aweee, don’t be like that”, Stiles laughed.
Derek turned away pretending to be mad. He could feel Stiles grinning coyly
from his teasing.
Stiles sat up and kissed him on the cheek while brushing his soft dark hair.
Derek faced Stiles with a failed serious face and bursted out chuckling.
Derek cupped Stiles face and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. He could taste
the delicious loveable boy’s soft lips. It was his most favorite thing in his
world. Every kiss with Stiles was just perfect. He couldn’t even describe it.
His brown warm chocolate eyes, from the starry patterns of moles on his face,
to his cute smile, and his sarcastic babbling mouth.
Stiles lightly moaned from the kiss. Derek reached over for the remote without
a glance and shuts the TV off. He tossed the thing behind him.
Oh my god, Derek. You broke the remote. Stiles peeped with one eye while
kissing Derek. He couldn’t believe it… He’s making out with Derek Fucking Hale.
Stiles mentally bit his lip as Derek’s tongue swirled in his mouth making him
dizzy.
Stiles hands roamed upon young Derek’s back and slid down grabbing his firm
precious bubble butt. He had always wanted to do that. Ever since he met Derek.
Old or young, the guy is built, hot, and a grumpy scowling old man. But Derek
was his old man. Ew. Shut up. Stiles knew that came out wrong. Why was he
explaining this to himself. He had no idea.
Derek smiled under the kiss as his hands traveled south to slip under Stiles
shirt. He traced the teenager’s body with his hands. Slowly and subtly
memorizing every plane of Stiles back with his fingers. The muscles, the soft
skin, the small cute little moles he had, and his well defined body.
Their lips clashed furiously. Their teenage hormones finally kicked in. The two
of them were hard with arousal. And of course with love.
Stiles lifted his hands from Derek’s soft bubble butt to his external obliques.
Stiles gasped. Holy shit. He has fucking v-lines. What the shit. He was ripped
even when he was a teenager. What the fuck. Stiles started to feel self-
conscious.
Derek smelled it on him and broke the kiss leaving a long trail of saliva. He
wiped their mouths.
“Nothing”, Stiles lied with a smile his heart skipped a beat.
“I know when you’re lying”, Derek frowned slightly with his worried eyes, “And
I can read you like an open book. Just like how you can read me like an open
book.”
Derek cupped the boy’s face and stared straight into Stiles soul.
“It’s just…” Stiles looked down and lifted up Derek’s shirt showing off his fit
well-defined v shaped body.
“Eyes on me”, Derek shifted Stiles gaze towards his.
“Don’t ever compare yourself to me or anyone or anything because what matters
is you and only you. I think you’re the most beautiful person in the world and
I mean that. Don’t let your insecurities define you. Define yourself because
what matters is what you truly think about yourself. You have the most
strongest, kindest, and beautiful soul I have ever seen. I chose you. I like
you. I love you. You matter so much to me because nothing else in my life has
ever mattered as much as you. You’re my mate, Stiles. I may have a fit athletic
body that may seem like a cold hard exterior, but in reality it’s just to
protect what's left inside of me… a dying broken heart. Nothing matters except
for you, me, and this moment”, Derek’s voice cracked. Stiles teared up.
Tears trickled down from their cheeks as they dried each other’s tears with
their hands.
“No one, has ever said that to me.” Stiles croaked. He was speechless. He had
so much to say… But he was pretty sure Derek could read his mind.
Derek kissed Stiles softly, pressing his lips delicately against the other
boy’s. Derek ran his hands through his lover's soft hair. Stiles returned the
affectionate kiss and ran his hair through Derek’s ever so soft raven hair.
They explore each other’s body trying to memorize every single crack, crevice,
nook, cranny, pulling and tugging at one another's hair.
Stiles could feel Derek’s light premature stubble rub against his lips and
chin. He sighed peacefully into the kiss.
Derek breathed heavily through his nose. His hot breath ran against Stiles
cheek. Stiles whimpered from the unattended hard arousal and grinded against
Derek’s.
He grunted from pleasure as the rubbed their fully clothed members against one
another. They both smiled into another kiss.
Derek removed Stiles Deadpool shirt breaking the kiss. Throwing the shirt
aside, he kissed Stiles jawline rapidly with short sweet light kisses and ended
leaving a trail to his neck.
Stiles moaned in heavenly ecstasy as he clawed at Derek’s back. His eyes were
closed, head tilted back, his hair sweaty from the heat, as he grinded against
young Derek’s chiseled bod.
Derek sucked passionately on Stiles neck leaving several, multiple, many marks
on the soft supple skin. Derek had ravaged Stiles neck to the point of no
return that Stiles was going to have to wear a scarf for a week or a couple of
weeks.
Stiles breathed lightly shuddering as Derek made his way down to Stiles
collarbone feeling his hot moist lips kissing every single inch of his
shoulder, to his back, his neck, and his chest.
Derek traveled down Stiles chest. He could see Stiles cute abs as he sucked in
for air shuddering at the touch of Derek’s lips and fingers.
Derek followed the happy trail, kissing every inch he could reach, and licked
Stiles member through his shorts. Stiles thrusted forward slightly begging
Derek for more.
He loved Stiles at the edge of his mercy in bed. He wanted Stiles to beg and
plead for more as Derek sated his thirst and greed for pleasure.
Derek mouthed Stiles (7.5 inch) dick through his shorts soaking the fabric with
his saliva watching his mate fall apart before him.
Stiles fingers were tangled in Derek’s hair urging him for more.
Derek pulled down Stiles shorts and licked the soaked penis slit of pre-cum.
Stiles gasped tilted his head up as Derek sucked on the head of his sensitive
organ ever so lightly.
Derek teased the head of Stiles dick with his tongue.
“You bastard”, Stiles cursed and whimpered as Derek hummed with a small laugh
sucking the first few inches of Stiles dick. His fingers rubbed and toyed with
Stiles balls. Stiles could feel the vibrations sending him way over the edge.
“Fuck. Derek”, Stiles groaned. Derek put the entire length down his throat
where his nose touched Stiles pubes.
Derek removed his mouth from Stiles dick and moved his hot warm mouth towards
Stiles balls. He sucked one testicle with his mouth while his hands jerked
Stiles cock teasingly rubbing the slit of the member that was coated with
saliva.
“Derek. You ass”, Stiles moaned needily entangling his fingers into Derek’s
hair more. Derek loved Stiles tugging and pulling his hair pleading for more.
Derek switched to the other testicle sucking, teasing the long dick with his
hand, and slowly stopped jerking Stiles off. Stiles whimpered at the loss of
friction humping the air. He let go of Stiles balls with a plop and returned to
the length at hand. He licked and lipped the sides of Stiles cock smiling as
Stiles greedily urged Derek to return sucking.
Derek opened his mouth took the full length down his throat once again
enveloping the sensitive delicious organ down to where he choked. He
deepthroated the shit out of Stiles dick and his nose would hit Stiles pubic
area every time.
The smell was a mix of soap and Stiles man musk. Stiles balls slapped chin
every time he bobbed more and more on his dick as Stiles thrusted in rhythm. It
only turned Derek on even more. His shorts were completely soaked with pre-cum.
Every single noise Stiles made had Derek on the edge as he the wet fabric of
his briefs teased his member. He was so bothered to the point where the
slightest touch could have made him orgasm.
Derek gulped down Stiles organ repeatedly bobbing his head back and forth
rapidly until Stiles sexily moaned, “Derek. S-St-sto-, I’m going to-” as he
tried to pull Derek off his cock. But Derek ignored his whines, pleas, and
moans he sucked even hard and latched on with his mouth.
Stiles entire body shuddered violently grunting with pure pleasure as he shot
his white creamy thick load down Derek’s ever so needy throat. Derek sucked
like he’s never sucked before as Stiles rode his orgasm, deep throating the
shit out of Derek’s throat. Derek wanted to swallow every single drip Stiles
had to offer because it tasted of Stiles. He stood on his knees flustered on
the bed with the reddest cheeks before Derek. He was the most beautiful man he
had seen ever seen in his life and he wanted to pound the shit out of him right
then and there.
Derek sucked on Stiles sensitive cock for the last drops as Stiles whined for
him to stop. Derek more welcomingly obliged let go of his dick with a smirk.
Stiles watched Derek wipe the trail of cum that had escaped Derek’s mouth
during Stiles orgasm with his thumb.
Stiles stared as Derek lifted his thumb to suck on the last drop of his cum.
Derek grinned cockily pulling Stiles close for a kiss.
It was hot. So hot. So fucking hot that Stiles got hard again. He blamed his
damned teenage hormones, but the same time thanked god for that, and his hot
boyfriend.
“I do you”, Stiles grinned. He was so going to pay that tease fucker ten times
over. He slipped his shorts and boxers in one go.
Stiles got straight down to it and pulled off Derek’s shirt giving him another
sweet kiss as he trailed his hands down his well-defined chest, his abs, and v-
sex line.
Stiles moved down kissing Derek’s jaw, throat, and lingered at his nipple.
One hand teasingly rubbed against Derek’s girthy long clothed (9-inch) dick
with only two fingers. He sucked on one of Derek’s nipples teasingly biting it
lightly and with his other hand pinching at the other.
Derek breathed heavily as Stiles toyed and teased him for what felt like years.
Derek thrusted his head back as Stiles used a full hand to rub his dick.
Stiles switched to the other nipple, rotating his hands, and stopped rubbing
Derek’s member to grab his clothed balls toying with them. He smiled as Derek
grinded against his wrist trying to get friction back onto his hard dick once
more.
“Tease”, Derek growled as he groaned when Stiles bit and pinched his nipple
hard at the same time.
Stiles felt himself harden as he watched the man before him fall apart unable
to do anything but grind himself against Stiles hand.
The sound of Derek’s heavy panting as he groaned at every pinch and bite on his
most sensitive areas, his nipples. Don’t ask Stiles how he knew, but he just
knew.
Stiles stopped teasing him senselessly and cupped Derek’s cheek with one hand
drawing him in for a kiss as an apology.
Stiles broke the sweet soft kiss tugging off Derek’s pre-cum soaked shorts and
briefs.
Derek and Stiles press their foreheads against one another as Stiles held their
slippery pre-cum dripping members with both hands weighing the fact that he
wanted Derek to fuck him senselessly with it and at the same time fuck his
mouth with it but he couldn’t decide. He rubbed their members together. They
both gasped at the spark they felt when they rubbed their dicks together.
Stiles held his and Derek’s lengths rubbing and teasing their balls together.
Derek groaned, “Ohmygod. Stiles.” He smiled remembering Stiles got him back
good. The pleasure is overwhelming, the sex is amazing, and this was so fucking
hot.
“Think you can last two rounds?” Stiles asked breathlessly smiling.
Derek nodded silently and sexy kissed Stiles as they rubbed against each others
cock senselessly. They take in each other's breath’s heavily. They grunt, moan,
groan, and tug against each other’s cocks in unison. Their pre-cum was mixing
and that was definitely fucking hot.
Stiles pushed Derek down on the bed still jerking their dicks together.
“I do you, you do me?”
Derek once again nodded silently. A man of few words in bed. Very sexy to
Stiles that is.
Stiles turned his ass to Derek and licked the tip of Derek’s member. Derek
hissed as he felt the warm tongue play with the tip of his dick.
He sucked the head as Derek started eat his ass out. Yes. Derek Hale does eat
ass. Only his though. Stiles smiled as he took more of the big length down his
throat.
He felt Derek’s tongue dancing around the rim of his hole.
He moaned as he felt the tip press against something familiar. He was pretty
sure he could guess what.
Derek felt Stiles moan along the length of his cock making Derek grunt as the
vibrations sent him over the edge.
Stiles bobbed his head up and down on Derek’s dick. It smelled like man musk,
the forest on a foggy day, and soap. He slurped loudly and hummed along the
dick. It tasted like Derek and his scent was so overpowering Stiles dick leaked
with pre-cum.
Derek couldn’t take it the over stimulating pleasure as Stiles played with his
balls. Stiles nose slammed lightly into Derek’s balls as Derek started to
thrust in rhythm with Stiles. Derek clenched the sheets as he tossed his head
back sweatily as Stiles continued to suck on his dick like a vacuum.
Stiles felt Derek’s dick pulsate in his mouth as Derek’s deep manly groan echo
loudly in Stiles ears. His entire body shook as he shot load after white creamy
load down Stiles mouth, emptying his balls down Stiles mouth, and Stiles jerked
Derek’s dick milking every last drop. Derek panted as his orgasm slowly left
his body and his cock was still rock hard.
Stiles swallowed quite a bit of it, but the rest slide out of his mouth as he
caught it with his hand. He fingered, and lubricated his own ass with Derek’s
cum.
Derek turned red as he watched the teen dirtily stretch his anal cavity in
front of him with Derek’s cum and it was the hottest thing he has ever seen.
His dick pulsated even hard than before as he spread Stiles cheeks further
letting Stiles stretch.
Stiles turned himself around and spits into his hand stretching himself a bit
more before slowly sliding in Derek’s big lengthy dick into him.
Derek could feel Stiles hole pucker at Derek’s tip making him throw his head
back against the pillow and clench the sheets.
Stiles slowly inched himself down upon Derek’s member. Derek could feel Stiles
warm insides wrap around his bare cock and it was unimaginable pleasure. The
way Stiles inner rings of muscles slowly adjusting around Derek’s cock was hot.
At first, it hurt like a bitch, but after a while Stiles adjusted slowly but
surely.
The fact that Derek was inside Stiles right now almost made him shoot his load
right then and there. Also the fact that Stiles used Derek’s cum as a lubricant
was dwelling in his head.
Derek watched as Stiles slowly moved up and down Derek’s member. Stiles slowly
rode and grinded on Derek’s big thick cock.
“Oh my god”, Stiles groaned as he felt Derek’s length fill him up as he moved
up and down.
The pleasure was unbearably amazing as Derek’s member pressed against Stiles
prostate. At first, Stiles couldn’t find his own but after a while he found the
spot and hit it every time as he jerked himself and let Derek’s cock fuck him.
Stiles increased the tempo and slammed himself on Derek. Derek grunted as
Stiles he watched Stiles arse consume his dick while Stiles fucked himself on
his cock.
He watched as Stiles dick bounce up and down as Stiles rocked himself on
Derek’s member.
Derek pushed himself up and shoved his cock deeper into Stiles. He grabbed
Stiles ass and lifts him up.
He fucked him in the ass as Stiles held on to Derek’s shoulders with his arms
and Derek’s waist with his legs.
Derek walked over to the mirror with Stiles still inside him and fucked him in
the ass while they both watched Derek shove his cock into Stiles. Derek lifted
Stiles up and thrusted his hard cock into Stiles needy ass.
They shared a passionate hot kiss as Derek fucked the shit out of Stiles while
watching the mirrors for a few minutes because they both knew they wouldn’t
last very much longer.
Stiles moaned and whined senselessly as Derek pounded into him as he watched
himself in the mirror. It was hot to have a werewolf boyfriend who is strong
enough to carry you and let you watch yourself get fucked by his dick. That’s
the truth.
Derek carried Stiles and placed him on the bed. Derek still balls deep inside
him of course.
Derek lifted Stiles ankles between his neck as he pounded his big cock
mercilessly into Stiles ass. The insane amount of friction and the force
pounded into Stiles prostate made him scream in pleasure. The white spots in
his vision made his eyes roll upwards as his dick bounced lightly along his
chest. Derek watched as Stiles screamed shooting his white load all over his
chest without touching his dick. Derek’s face scrunched up groaning and panting
as he felt Stiles clench around his dick causing him to orgasm. Derek's eyes
flashed royal blue as he kept fucking stiles grunting with each thrust as he
rode out his orgasm shooting load after load painting Stiles insides with white
cum.
Derek shuddered thrusting as he shoots his last shot of cum inside of Stiles.
Stiles panted in the afterglow of his orgasm.
They were both utterly spent. Holy shit. They had just had dirty hot sex.
Derek pulled out of Stiles wincing from the sensitivity and lays on the bed
facing Stiles.
“Wow”, Stiles said as Derek smirked watching him.
“Yeah”, Derek shrugged.
They lay there on the bed facing each other cuddled up against one another
silently for a few moments.
 
“Do you knot?” Stiles asked.
“Why?” Derek asked with a scowl
“Just answer the question”, Stiles pleaded.
“Yes, during mating season”, Derek answered annoyed.
Stiles whistled.
“I can’t imagine the size of that thing during mating season”, Stiles joked.
Derek rolled his eyes and smiled.
They both lean in for a kiss which turned into a long, very long, make out
session.
Stiles falls asleep smiling. He is fucking the man of his dreams. Literally.
And he is in love. Definite forever love.
And as for Derek, he was happy. The most happiest fucking man in the world.
This cute ass mole freckled kid is everything he could ever want. Stiles is in
his arms asleep. And everything about him, his scent, his smile, and his cute
small moles is everything Derek loved about him. Derek also definitely forever
loves him as well.
 
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Prom?
 
Stiles blushed furiously as he stood uncomfortably as Derek and his organized
flash mob danced around him.
Stiles shifted from foot to foot lightly while running his fingers through his
hair, watching his boyfriend dance enthusiastically with a really grumpy face
in tune with the background music.
The students who were all in on the gig danced along and did the spaceman while
Derek did the robot.
Near the finale Derek kneeled down on his right knee and open a small black box
containing a ring pop.
Five members from the lacrosse team stood behind him with their shirts lifted
and on each of their chiseled abs spelled “Prom?” in bold black and red font.
Stiles nodded yes with teary eyes. Derek and the crowd around them clapped and
cheered. The pack hooted as the grinning Derek lifted Stiles into the air and
hugs him.
Derek sets him back down on the ground and gave him a long sweet kiss on the
lips.
 
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Prom_Night
 
Derek held Stiles in his arms as they sway and slowly dance to the school
band’s performance of, “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis Presley.
“Wise men say only fools rush in”, The brunette man sang with his deep calming
voice.
“Derek?” Stiles said as he leaned his head against Derek’s chest as Stiles
tightened his arms around Derek’s waist.
“Yeah?” Derek answered with one hand absentmindedly playing with Stiles hair
and the other around Stiles lower back.
“Thank you”, Stiles met Derek’s gaze and smiled.
“For what?” Derek furrowed his brows softly for a moment.
“For everything”, Stiles pouted.
“What do you mean?” Derek asked swaying Stiles playfully to the song.
“But I can’t help falling in love with you”, The singer sang.
“You know”, Stiles urged looking away blushingly.
“No, Stiles. I don’t know”, Derek chucked.
“Shall I stay… would it be a sin.... If I can’t help falling in love with…”
“I never got to thank you for that day”, Stiles mumbled looking downwards.
“What day? There are many vague days we spent together”, Derek joked.
“That day you saved me from him”, Stiles grumbled.
“Oh, that day”, Derek said with a lipped smile.
“Yeah”, Stiles said as he accidentally steps on Derek’s foot.
“Like a river flows surely to the sea… Darling so it goes… some things are
meant to be… take my hand, take my whole life too…
“Ow”, Derek fakingly scowled at his lover.
“Sorry”, Stiles said unapologetically.
“Stiles. You don’t need to thank me for that”, Derek stated with a raised
eyebrow and the corners of his mouth creased upwards.
“I feel that I have to”, Stiles admitted with guilt.
“You don’t because I did it for you. For us. I did it because I wanted to kick
his smug ass to the curb. Also, I did it because I love you”, Derek said in a
soft tone with a sad mysterious look on his face.
“For I can’t help falling in love with you… For I can’t help falling in love
with you…”
“I love you too. Derek Hale Miguel Juarez”, Stiles said in a funny accent
cupping the sourwolf’s cheeks and kissed him on the lips as they slow danced
under the dim disco ball lights.
~Fin.
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