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      Explicit
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      Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
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  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Theo_Raeken/Stiles_Stilinski, Jordan
      Parrish/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Theo_Raeken, Isaac_Lahey, Scott_McCall,
      Allison_Argent, Lydia_Martin, Jackson_Whittemore, Vernon_Boyd, Erica
      Reyes, Malia_Tate, Sheriff_Stilinski, Jordan_Parrish, Talia_Hale, Peter
      Hale, Melissa_McCall, Alan_Deaton
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      Hormones, Baseball_Player_Derek, Teacher_Stiles, Basketball_Player_Theo,
      Nerdy_Isaac, Alpha_Derek, Alpha_Talia, Underage_Sex, Adorable_Stiles,
      Jealousy, Wolf_Rage, Knotting, Mating_Bond, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be
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      Published: 2017-01-31 Updated: 2017-03-07 Chapters: 5/? Words: 14257
****** Claiming the Teacher ******
by XxIceColdRainxX
Summary
     Derek Hale is a growing teenager. He's popular, an all-star athlete
     and he's the most attractive guy in school. Only thing he didn't know
     was that he is also going to become an Alpha werewolf. Derek's
     teenage hormones and wolf attributes do not mix well together, and
     he's now also got his sights on an attractive new teacher that he
     desperately wants to claim. There's also the problem of his rival,
     Theo Raeken, who also wants to make the new teacher his. Derek's life
     has just gotten a lot more difficult.
Notes
     This is the reboot of my previous story, 'I Want To Put A Baby In
     Him'. Same concept, same everything, just better executed than last
     time.
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Hey, Derek!"
"Yeah?"
"Is it true?!" Scott McCall ran towards his best bro, Derek Hale. The older boy
rose his brow and looked to Scott in confusion.
"What?"
"Is it true that Coach is going to kick you off the team if you don't raise
your grades in Chemistry?!" Scott spoke the words in a quick rush, giving
slight pants of exhaustion as he stopped in front of Derek.
"Oh, that. Yeah, it's true." Derek spoke about the subject like it was nothing.
He gave a shrug and turned back to his locker. Scott widened his eyes at the
nonchalant attitude Derek had.
"Dude, you can't get kicked off the team! You're like, the best player. You
have to get that frickin' grade up in there!"
"How am I supposed to do that, Scott? Mr. Harris is a major dick to me, and me
only. I hardly think that if I stay after class with him and do work he's still
going to keep me at a D." Derek growled lowly at the thought of Mr. Harris,
their Chemistry teacher. He slammed his locker shut and turned to Scott, now
angry. The younger boy gave an embarrassed look back.
"Well..."
"Forget it, Scott. I'm going to get kicked off the team by the end of the week,
deal with it." Derek huffed and threw his bag over his shoulder. He then
proceeded to walk away from Scott, not giving him a second glance.
"Just try or something, dude! Please! We're going to get crushed without you!"
Scott fell to his knees dramatically, hoping to gain his best friend's
attention. Derek refused to look back, while others watched Scott and laughed
lightly.
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"Hey there, Hale."
"What do you want, Theo?"
"I overheard you're going to get kicked off the team. That's a shame." Theo
Raeken gave a light chuckle as he came up behind Derek. The two were standing
in the lunch line and waiting to get their food trays. Derek rolled his eyes at
Theo's comment. He really had no time to deal with the asshole today.
"I believe that's my problem, Raeken, not yours. So fuck off."
"Oh, yeah. Of course. I just thought it was kind of sad hearing that. I guess
the Baseball team's gonna be shit after you leave. Too bad." Theo shook his
head and leaned in to grab his food tray. Derek also did the same. The two then
looked at one another, Derek giving a menacing look and Theo having only a
smirk on his face. "See you later, Hale."
"Hopefully not." Derek grumbled as Theo walked himself to his own group, the
Basketball players. He let out a sigh of frustration and began to make a path
towards his own group of friends. In his sight, he could see Lydia and Jackson
giving kisses to one another, Scott and Allison speaking to each other
flirtatiously and Erica and Boyd feeding each other. The three couples
disgusted Derek, but they were still his friends. Finally making it to the
group's table, Derek took his seat silently. The other six noticed his presence
and stopped themselves.
"Hey, Derek." Allison was the first to say with a smile. Derek gave a simple
nod and proceeded to pick at his food with his fork. Scott looked to Allison
and gave a shrug. She continued speaking. "We all saw you and Theo talking over
there. We thought there was going to be a fight breaking out."
"I wasn't in the mood to fight that asshole."
"Well that's good. Anger management?" Lydia commented with a smile. Derek
looked to her and gave a stern look. "Okay, sorry." Lydia said with her hands
up a little.
"Look, Derek, I know you're feeling shitty because of what Coach told you--"
"It's not that, Scott! Drop it. My mood is not because of the shit Coach said."
Derek gave a huff and looked Scott dead in the eye. The younger boy was
startled at Derek's sudden shout. The others were silent and felt awkward now.
"Derek, what if it is that." Allison rose her brow and stared at Derek. Derek
rolled his eyes and now turned his attention to Allison.
"It is now since all of you keep pestering me and talking about it to me! And I
have Mr. Harris next period, so I'm fucked if he decides to be a douche to me
today." Derek broke his plastic fork in his right hand and startled Lydia now.
Scott swallowed hard and watched as Derek merely shook the small bits of the
plastic fork out of his hand and threw it to the floor. "I'll see you all
later."
"Okay, see you, Derek." Scott said with a nervous smile. The others gave their
own goodbyes as Derek stood from his spot and left the area.
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"Wow, you're so strong!"
"You don't have abs, do you?!"
"You could show us, you know, to prove it."
"Alright." Derek chuckled and felt a rush of confidence from the three girls
that spoke to him. They were Sophomore girls, but Derek didn't care. He loved
the way girls practically wet themselves over him and love everything about
him. Derek lifted his shirt slowly, soon revealing his abs that he worked hard
for. The three girls were blushing and gasping at the sight of his perfect six
pack that he proudly showed off.
"Wow! Can we touch them?!"
"Uh, not today, ladies. Perhaps another time." Derek grinned and looked at all
three girls. Two of them were pouting, while the other one was still shocked at
the sight.
"Okay then, see you, Der-bear!" One of the girls said with a giggle. The trio
left the area, giving small waves to Derek. He shook his head and laughed to
himself, still smiling from their comments. Derek shut his locker and held his
Chemistry book in his right hand. He really did not want to go to Harris' class
after what had all happened today.
"Like, o-m-g, Der-bear, you have like, the nicest frickin' abs ever! Please,
sleep with me!" A girl's voice came from behind Derek. He recognized the
familiar mocking voice that the girl was doing.
"So you seen that?" Derek turned himself around to notice Malia Hale, his
cousin. The girl laughed and nodded her head, walking up to Derek and giving
him a light punch against his chest.
"Yeah, it was so annoying and I was vomiting every time they tried to act all
cute." Malia faked a gagging look and waved her hand. "But I guess you can't
help that you're the 'cutest and hottest boy in school!', right?" Malia rolled
her eyes and then crossed her arms. Derek was slightly embarrassed but shook it
off.
"Guess so. Where you headed to?"
"History, sadly. You?"
"Chemistry." Derek tapped his Chemistry textbook and sighed heavily. "I really
don't want to go to that class."
"Oh, yeah, I overheard the news." Malia tilted her head as she stared at Derek.
He gave an angered
look and grumbled.
"Well fuck, does everyone know I'm going to get kicked off the fucking baseball
team?!"
"I mean basically, you're the talk of the school."
"Whatever. Might as well get this shit over with and fail this useless class."
Derek waved his hand to Malia and began to walk away. "Later."
"See you, Der-bear!" Malia mocked the girls' voices again, earning a laugh from
her cousin. She then made her way to her own class in the opposite direction.
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"Hey, Derek, over here!"
"Hey, Isaac. You're in this class now?"
"Oh, yeah. I moved up after completing Biology. I just thought we could sit in
the back together, y'know, since we're friends?" Isaac grinned at Derek,
already sitting in his own seat. Beside him, towards his right, was another
empty seat that was meant for Derek. He sat himself down and rested his bag on
his chair. Derek had known Isaac since he was in his Junior year, when the boy
was just a Freshman. Isaac was known as the nerdy kid with glasses that no one
wanted to talk to, but Derek decided to take the chance with him and found out
he was a great kid. He was a bit happy to have a friend in the class now.
"That's awesome, but Harris is a fucking hard ass." Derek sighed and began to
tap his pencil against his desk in a rhythm. Isaac gave a look of confusion
after Derek's comment.
"Uh, Mr. Harris?"
"Yeah, the teacher for this useless class."
"I don't think it's Mr. Harris, on my schedule it says someone different is now
teaching this class." Isaac quickly pulled out his schedule and showed it to
Derek. The older boy sat himself up straight and stared at the teacher's name
for the class. It didn't say 'Harris, Adrian' anymore, but it now said
'Stilinski, Mieczysław". Derek blinked his eyes for a few seconds, wondering if
he was day dreaming this whole thing.
"Who the fuck is this Mieczysław dude? Sounds Russian, or something." Derek
handed Isaac back his schedule, leaving the other boy to shrug his shoulders.
"I don't know, but I'm excited to see who this person is."
"I have to agree with you on that." Derek sat up straight and fixed his varsity
jacket. He wanted to intimidate the new teacher and hopefully bring his grade
up in a similar way. Derek's eyes were fixed on the door when the door handle
was pulled open. Everyone's eyes also went straight to the door, but it wasn't
the teacher.
"What's up?" Theo grinned at the rest of the class as he walked in, Chemistry
textbook in hand. The basketball star's eyes went straight to Derek in the
back, his grin soon turning into a small smirk.
"Fuck." Derek grumbled at the sight of Theo.
"Don't you dislike that guy?"
"I do."
"This is going to be interesting to watch. I'm rooting for you, Derek." Isaac
gave a punch through the air and laughed lightly. Derek didn't laugh, at all.
He kept his eyes on Theo. Anger surged through him. Derek wanted nothing more
than to beat the shit out of Theo's smirking face, and more.
"Hey there, Derek. And hello to you, Derek's nerdy friend." Theo looked between
the two boys and gave a grin. He then took his place right in front of Derek,
placing his textbook down onto his desk.
"So this is what you meant when you said you would see me later." Derek kept
his angry look, his eyes watching every move Theo made. The basketball player
gave a chuckle and nodded.
"Yeah, quite a surprise, huh?" Theo gave one last look to Derek, then to Isaac.
"I will say now that I have no intentions on trying to spark up a fight between
us. I'm here to learn." Theo's statement did not convince Derek, but it was
enough for Isaac.
"Alright, good." Isaac looked to Derek and nodded. Derek merely sighed and went
along with the fake statement from Theo. It was going to be a long semester for
the baseball star.
"The new teacher is coming!" A kid yelled as he entered into the classroom
quickly. Everyone prepared themselves to be met with an old, strict Slavic man
after finding out his first name. Derek and Isaac looked to one another, then
turned their attention to the door when everyone overheard it beginning to
open. Derek's eyes widened at the person who came in.
"Uh, hello, everyone!" A skinny, pale looking man stumbled in. He was
struggling to carry his own textbooks and papers. The teacher was also dressed
casually, for some odd reason. Everyone watched as he made his way towards his
desk and finally placed everything in his hands on his teacher's desk. He let
out a heavy sigh of relief and straightened himself up. "Sorry about that. I'm
a little swamped with all this sudden paperwork."
"It's fine." A female student kindly said. Everyone else kept quiet. The
teacher nodded and smiled to the female student and gave a wave with his hand.
"But, hello, again. I should introduce myself, I guess." He rubbed at his neck.
"Um, my name is Mieczysław Stilinski, but everyone refers to me as 'Stiles'."
Stiles gave a smile to his class and noticed their looks of confusion. "Oh,
yeah, my name is Slavic. I know it's pretty weird."
"You look around our age, kind of. How old are you, Mr. Stilinski?" A male
student spoke this time, his eyes looking up and down Stiles' body. The man let
out a gentle laugh and nodded slowly.
"I get that a lot. I'm 27 years old." Stiles gave a smile to the male student
and then looked to the others. Everyone was a bit shocked and some whispers
traveled around the classroom. Theo was the next person to raise his hand.
Derek and Isaac stared at the basketball player and then to Mr. Stilinski.
"Yes?"
"What happened to Mr. Harris? I thought he was teaching this class." Theo
smiled towards Mr. Stilinski.
"Oh, yes. Well, Mr. Harris has gotten into a bit of a situation that I cannot
speak about. But he will not be returning to the school in quite a while is all
I am going to say." Stiles shrugged his shoulders and smiled back to Theo. The
boy then leaned in his chair and proceeded to examine Mr. Stilinski from afar,
admiring his new teacher.
"He killed someone." A student said. The comment sparked up some laughter in
the classroom and Stiles shook his head.
"Not that, but a very good guess." Stiles laughed lightly as well. As soon as
the classroom calmed down, Stiles continued on. "Now, for today, I don't really
have anything planned. So, how about you all introduce yourselves to me? That
way I can know your names."
"Well he seems pretty nice so far." Isaac commented to Derek. Derek gave a nod
of agreement and kept his eyes on Mr. Stilinski. There was many things the
baseball star admired about Mr. Stilinski. His shorter height than him was one,
and his freckles on his face were another. Derek also enjoyed his new teacher's
kind approach to his students, definitely not like Mr. Harris. "Derek?"
"Huh?" Derek turned his attention away from Mr. Stilinski and stared at Isaac
in confusion. "What?"
"Are you okay? You were looking at Mr. Stilinski kind of funny." Isaac rose a
brow and continued to watch Derek. The other boy gave another silent nod and
turned his attention back to their teacher.
"Um, yeah. I'm alright. He just seems kind of cool is all." Derek said. He
ignored the voices of the other students around him and gave his full attention
to Mr. Stilinski. Even the man's voice sounded adorable to Derek. Something
then told Derek that it was a little bit too weird to be liking his teacher in
that way. "What the fuck am I doing?" Derek mumbled to himself.
"Okay, nice to meet you, Serena." Stiles said with a grin. The girl, Serena,
sat herself back down and allowed the next person to introduce themselves.
Stiles' eyes looked over onto the right side of the room, where he then noticed
Derek, Isaac, Theo and two others who hadn't introduced themselves yet. "Uh,
you, in the varsity jacket."
"Derek." Isaac tapped Derek's shoulder. The boy was in a stunned gaze when he
noticed Mr. Stilinski staring directly at him.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, hey." Derek stumbled over his words and nervously stood up. He
never got this nervous, never. It was strange and beyond embarrassing for
Derek.
"Hello. What's your name?" Stiles smiled sweetly in Derek's direction. Derek
felt himself tensing up again at the cute smile his teacher was giving him.
"Um, Derek, it's my name. I mean, I'm Derek. Derek Hale."
"Ooh, I like your name. Derek Hale. I'll definitely remember that name."
"He's also the baseball team's all-star player." Isaac decided to mention in
for Derek. The boy looked over to Isaac and gave a small smile of thanks. Isaac
nodded and gave a quick thumbs up.
"I love baseball, it's such a fun game." Stiles' smile widened into a grin.
"I'd love to watch you and the rest of the team play some time."
"I don't think that will be happening any time soon, Mr. Stilinski." Theo spoke
up and entered into the small conversation. Isaac looked at Theo and glared,
while Derek gave a more intense one from behind.
"Oh? Why? Did something happen?" Stiles tilted his head and looked between Theo
and Derek.
"Yes, something did happen. My name is Theo Raeken, by the way. I'm the
basketball all-star, an equivalent to Derek I suppose you could say." Theo
stood up now. He turned his body to look at Derek and gave a small chuckle.
"You can sit now, Derek. My turn in the spotlight."
"Derek." Isaac said in a calm tone to his friend. Derek was surging with rage
now, even more than before. He so desperately wanted to beat the shit out of
Theo right then and there. "Come on, dude, sit down."
"Theo Raeken, that's an interesting name." Stiles smiled and leaned on his
teacher's desk. Theo nodded and gave his signature grin.
"Thank you. You can thank my parents for that." Theo's comment earned him some
small laughter from Mr. Stilinski. "You like basketball?"
"It's not my definite favorite, but it's good. Why?"
"You should come to one of our games sometime. It'd be great to have you
cheering for us, well, mainly me."
"You're quite cocky, aren't you?" Stiles laughed again and only earned a wink
and a chuckle from Theo in return.
"Very."
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"Alright, class is apparently over now. It was a fun first day with all of
you." Stiles gave waves goodbye to his students as most of them began to flood
out of the classroom and into the hallways. Derek, Theo, Isaac and two other
girls were left in the room.
"You cooled off now, Derek?" Isaac watched Derek from his desk, his body turned
so he was facing his friend. Derek gave no answer and only nodded. "I've never
seen you get that mad, dude. It was kind of scary."
"Yeah, sorry. I've been getting like that a lot lately." Derek sighed and
stared down at his and Isaac's shoes. The two then overheard some small giggles
coming from the doorway. The two looked to notice Theo and the two girls.
"Fucking Theo."
"That guy really is a douchebag." Isaac gave his own attempt of a glare towards
Theo.
"Alright, see you ladies later." Theo gave a wink to the girls as they exited
the room. Both Derek and Isaac began to stand and gather their books and bags
to leave as well. Derek had no intention of hearing Theo, but he suddenly heard
the boy loud and clear from where he stood. "See you tomorrow, Mr. Stilinski. I
better see you at our basketball games too."
"We will see, Theo." Mr. Stilinski joked and gave a smile to Theo as the boy
exited the room now.
"Let's go say goodbye to Mr. Stilinski too, since everyone's doing it." Isaac
smiled and held his bag straps with both hands. He lead the way up the aisle
and towards Mr. Stilinski's desk. Derek slowly followed behind. "Hey, Mr.
Stilinski, great first class today."
"Why thank you, Isaac. I can tell now that you're going to be the very
intelligent one in the class."
"Aw, I'm touched. I am, though." Isaac said and straightened himself up just a
tad. Derek stood beside his friend, still silent. The boy looked Mr. Stilinski
up and down now that he was closer to the adorable teacher. "Sorry about my
friend Derek here, he's just having a weird day today."
"I can see that. Are you okay, Derek?" Stiles straightened up stacks of papers
on his desk and looked to Derek with concern. Derek nodded immediately and gave
an actual grin.
"Definitely. Yeah, I am."
"Good. I don't want my students in distress, so I'll always be open to talk if
you all want." Stiles smiled and looked between the two boys.
"Thanks for that." Derek nodded.
"I actually have to go now, I will talk to you tomorrow, Derek." Isaac gave a
small hand wave to both his teacher and friend. Before Stiles could even give a
goodbye the boy was out of the room.
"Oh, he seems to be in a rush." Stiles turned his attention back to Derek. The
boy kept quiet and shrugged. "By the way, I wanted to ask, what happened with
baseball? I see Theo had brought up something that was not to be talked about."
Stiles gave a small concerned look and stared into Derek's eyes. The boy tensed
up again, staring back and not answering for a minute or so. "Uh, Derek?"
"Shit, yeah. Uh, I just have a low grade in one of my classes is all. So, the
coach is kicking me off the team."
"That's not good! What class is it?"
"Um, it's actually this class." Derek spoke a little softer, not wanting to
make Mr. Stilinski feel bad by mentioning he was failing the class. Stiles
gasped at the answer.
"Was the previous teacher not getting through to your head or something?"
"You could say that. But I also argued with him quite a lot, and got sent out
quite a lot too."
"Tisk tisk, Derek. But you don't seem to be having trouble with me right now."
Stiles laughed lightly. Derek nodded quickly.
"Yeah, because you're actually cool, and you're pretty. I mean, pretty nice,
you know?" Derek quickly correct himself and earned another laugh from Mr.
Stilinski. His laugh was everything Derek wanted to hear and more.
"Thank you, Derek."
"You're very welcome. But, uh, now I have to ask, is there anything I can do to
gain some extra credit and hopefully raise my grade in this class?" Derek
licked his drying lips. He suddenly felt nervous, and somewhat aroused at this
moment. What he had just asked sparked some wild imaginations in his teenage
mind. Derek desperately hoped that Mr. Stilinski would ask him to fuck him in
the ass. He then realized that thought was random and out of the blue.
"Hmm, I'm not quite sure. I have nothing prepared, like I said. So, how about I
give you some credit if you help me rearrange the desks in the room? I want to
put you all into groups of four." Stiles smiled at Derek and began to walk
around his desk and towards the student's desks. Derek followed his teacher's
movement with his eyes.
"Oh, sure. I'll gladly help." Derek eagerly tossed his bag onto the floor and
came to Mr. Stilinski's aid.
"Okay, thank you. Just move those desks into a giant square." Stiles grinned to
Derek and began to move a single desk by himself, while Derek began to pick up
two desks and move them at the same time. "Oh! You're strong, aren't you?"
"Yeah." Derek said with a small blush. The way Mr. Stilinski said those words
made him think of even more dirty thoughts. Quickly placing the two desks down,
Derek turned away to hide his sudden growth of a boner in his pants. This was
beyond weird for Derek. He never got turned on this quick by someone, and he
was beginning to feel happier just being around Mr. Stilinski.
"Okay, now for the others." Stiles said with a struggle as he pushed over one
more desk to form a complete circle. He had pushed a bit too hard and fell over
on the desk clumsily, making him laugh and gain Derek's attention. The teen
widened his eyes at the sight of his own teacher bent over the desk, the man's
pants being tight on him and giving a clear, ample view of his ass.
Grab him and rip his pants off, now!
"What?!"
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek's inner wolf is starting to emerge.
Chapter Notes
     >Insert heavy sigh.
     So, I'm not really confident in myself when it comes to sex scenes,
     but I do pretty well without knowing it. In the next chapter, I can
     confirm 100% that there will be sexual activity! I didn't write much
     this chapter because I'm running on no sleep and I feel like dying.
You heard me, Derek.
"Who the hell are you?"
"You okay, Derek?" Stiles stood up from his clumsy fall and fixed his shirt. He
then pushed together the desks one last time and formed the perfect square he
was hoping for. Derek nodded his head and swallowed hard. He did not know who
or what that voice was that was speaking to him.
"Uh, yeah. Just talking to myself a little." Derek shook his head. He made
himself sound even more weird than he was.
"Alright then. You get the last two tables and I will get this one over here."
Stiles pointed over towards a group of four tables and proceeded to push them
together. Derek silently agreed and continued on with his organization of the
tables. The voice suddenly spoke again, alarming him.
He's an adorable little thing, isn't he?
"You didn't answer my question from earlier. Who, are, you?"
It should be simple, Derek. I'm your inner wolf. You.
"Inner wolf? What?" Derek furrowed his brow. He had no idea who or what this
'inner wolf' was and he definitely wanted this guy out of his head.
I'm you, Derek. I am a side of you, the primal side. The Alpha wolf you are
destined to be.
"You're not helping, at all. Keep quiet until I get home, can you do that for
me?" Derek grumbled to himself and slammed the desks together into the square
Mr. Stilinski wanted. His anger was rising by the minute due to this blabbering
voice in his head.
No. What I say and do is what you really want, I'm helping you.
"You're not right now, you're bugging the shit out of me. So shut up." Derek's
grumble began to rise into a basic growl. This startled Derek just a bit at the
sudden change.
We're going to become more and more alike over these next few months, Derek.
Soon, we will become the same person, and you will be the Alpha werewolf you
are set to be. Nothing can stop that.
"Dude, whatever you're saying to me is not making any sense. I have no idea
what the fuck you're talking about and I don't care either!" Derek's shouting
had gained the attention of Mr. Stilinski nearby. The man then made his way
over after putting together his last set of desks. Stiles' hand rested onto
Derek's left shoulder and gained Derek's attention. "Huh?"
"Are you sure you're alright, Derek? I'm a bit worried." Stiles gave a
concerned look. His smile had changed into a small frown. This hurt Derek just
a tad.
"Yeah, I'm fine, really. I'm sorry, it's just a weird day for me, like Isaac
had said."
"Okay then. But like I said before, you can speak to me if you really need
someone to listen." Stiles' hand drifted down Derek's shoulder before he let
go. This made the teenager shiver in pleasure at Mr. Stilinski's touch. He
wanted his teacher to touch more parts of his body.
You know what you should do? You should claim him, right here.
"Claim him?" Derek furrowed his brows again. The word seemed strange to Derek,
but he knew exactly what his conscience was speaking about. Mr. Stilinski made
his way back to his own desk and sat into his rolling chair. Derek still had
one more group table to put together before he was officially done.
Yes, claim him. As in you bend him over, fuck him good, knot him and give him a
mating bite. That man will be all yours by the end of it.
"That's a little bit too much when I just barely met him." Derek mumbled to
himself now, trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible now. The only sound
in the classroom was Mr. Stilinski's hands typing on his keyboard and clicking
every now and then with his mouse.
This man is your mate. We can both feel that incredible warmth in us that tells
us he is meant to be ours. We need to claim him and impregnate him.
"What?!" Derek was shocked by the sudden words that spoke to him in his head.
Mr. Stilinski had looked up from his computer screen and over to Derek in
confusion. Derek felt the teacher's eyes on him and he quickly regained his
composure. "Sorry. Just, uh..."
"Uh-huh." Mr. Stilinski smirked and watched Derek. He was expecting another
excuse from the teen, but Derek kept himself quiet and continued moving the
desks.
Impregnating a male human isn't impossible. If you're an Alpha wolf that is,
and you are.
"I am still so confused on what is going on."
Questions will be answered later. All that matters now is that we claim our
destined mate and get him plump with our child.
"I'm not going to fuck my teacher." Derek began to grumble. The thought of
being intimate with his teacher was great, but he had no intention of doing it
so quickly. His mother raised him with manners. Derek then felt a tingling
sensation in his lower region, and thoughts of Mr. Stilinski being naked
underneath him began to pop up in his mind. "What are you doing?"
Getting you to the point of having an erection. We share the same body, Derek.
Let's not fight about this and get straight to it.
"I'm not..." Derek's words trailed off as he felt himself now fully hard. It
was an embarrassing thing to be seen with an erection, especially by Mr.
Stilinski. Immediately, Derek turned himself around and sat himself at his own
desk. Mr. Stilinski had noticed his movement and looked over.
"All done, Derek?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Great! Thank you so much. I'll probably start having some extra credit work by
tomorrow. If not, then you could always help me move some things around or hang
things up." Stiles smiled wide and stood up from his seat. He had a marker and
notecards in hand.
"What are those for, if I can ask?" Derek noticed the objects in his teacher's
hand. The teen overheard his wolf speaking to him in his head, and he did
everything he could to drown out the voice. His erection did not help either
and he had the bottom half of his body covered by his desk luckily.
"Well, I only have three classes in total, so I thought why not make name tags.
I know it seems a little bit too elementary school, but I like the thought of
it. At least until I get to know everyone's names fully." Mr. Stilinski gave a
warm smile to Derek and a light laugh. Both made Derek's heart skip a beat.
"Alright."
"So, I'm not trying to be rude here, but is there somewhere else you need to
be, or no?" Mr. Stilinski began to write down some students' names on the
notecards. His eyes looked up to Derek and then back to the notecards. Derek
thought for a second and realized he was free today. He had no scheduled
practices or chores back home.
"No. I'm free for the rest of the day. Did you want me to leave?"
"Oh, no. You don't need to. You can stay in here for as long as I'm in here."
"Alright." Derek adjusted himself in his seat and straightened himself. He felt
a little awkward, not having anything to do but stare at Mr. Stilinski. His
inner wolf had finally calmed down and wasn't saying much anymore, but that
concerned Derek just a bit. Derek then decided he wanted to ask Mr. Stilinski
some questions in order to get to know him better. "Mr. Stilinski, can I ask
you a few questions?"
"Sure thing. I'm an open book, mostly." Mr. Stilinski said and finished the
first few names on his notecards. Derek watched and waited until the man looked
up to give him his attention. "Fire away."
"Do you have a boyfriend, or girlfriend?" Derek spoke the question fairly
quickly. He was a bit nervous to ask that question, but he desperately wanted
to know.
"Neither." Stiles said and continued on with his writing on the notecards. "How
about you?"
"Same here. I just haven't found someone to really...Open up to, I guess."
Derek sighed in relief at Mr. Stilinski's answer. The man was single and that
gave Derek a good chance to possibly win him over. Mr. Stilinski nodded in
understanding. "This may seem a bit personal, but, what is your sexuality?"
"That is a bit personal." Stiles stated and looked up at Derek. The teen tensed
at his teacher's gaze. Derek felt he crossed the line. "But, I'm gay. Openly
gay."
"Oh." Derek could only say the single syllable word. He had no idea what to say
to that, but that was now even more of a chance.
"And you?"
"I'm Bisexual."
"Ooh. That's interesting." Stiles stopped his writing and gave his attention to
Derek again. "Do your friends or other students know this?"
"Uh, my friends. Other students, not so much I think. I don't openly flirt with
guys here, mainly because they're all not my type." Derek stared back at Mr.
Stilinski. The teen felt his cheeks begin to heat up during his staring contest
with the man.
"That's good then." Stiles moved his eyes away after realizing it was a bit
weird to be staring into his student's eyes for so long. Derek's heart broke
just a bit. The teen was enjoying it a bit.
I believe now is the time.
"What?"
"Hmm?" Stiles answered and continued his writing.
"Nothing, uh." Derek had no idea what to talk about next, and he did not want
to lose Mr. Stilinski's attention either. "So,"
Grab him, throw him onto the desks and rip those pants off! Now!
"So?" Stiles placed the cap back onto the sharpie he was writing with. He had
finally finished all of the names of his students in his three classes. Derek
stared blankly at Stiles, which made the man a bit confused. "Derek?"
"I think I need to leave, actually. I remembered my mom needs me to watch my,
uh, dog." Derek quickly stood up from his seat and grabbed onto his bag. He
wanted to leave as soon as possible. Derek did not have the intention of
embarrassing himself even further. Mr. Stilinski gave a slow nod.
"Okay then? I will see you tomorrow, Derek. It was nice getting to know you."
Mr. Stilinski had arranged the name tags around the desks just as Derek was
beginning to make his way to the door.
What the hell are you doing?! Stop! We need to claim our mate.
"I'm not claiming him, not today. End of discussion."
Fine, if not claiming, then at least make it clear that he's yours.
"And how do I do that?"
Oh, you know, covering him in your wonderful seed. The wolf chuckled after his
statement. Derek was shocked and aroused. The thought didn't seem too bad, but
Derek knew that it was definitely bad.
"No, I'm not doing that either."
You aren't?
"No."
Then I will.
"Huh?" Derek narrowed his eyes and felt a sudden tug at his insides. It was
like someone was pulling him along. Soon, his vision blurred, and he felt
himself moving without effort. His wolf had taken over his body.
What the hell are you doing?!
"I'm going to get you started. Then, I'll let you take it from there." The wolf
turned himself around and watched as Mr. Stilinski began to make his way back
towards his desk.
"Something on your mind, Derek?" Stiles smiled to the teen. Derek watched
nervously as the wolf nodded and cleared his throat.
"Yeah, actually." The wolf smirked and began to walk over towards Mr.
Stilinski. Derek was surprised to hear that his voice sounded exactly the same
when the wolf spoke. In his head, his voice was deeper and sounded more
menacing than his own. "I have a problem. A big problem."
"A problem, huh? Explain." Mr. Stilinski sat himself down into his rolling
chair and faced Derek. The teen only gave a grin and moved his right hand down
to grope at his crotch. Stiles widened his eyes at the action and looked up at
Derek.
"This. It's been a problem since the beginning of class. I just really need
release, you know?" The wolf chuckled lightly and began to rub at his growing
erection through Derek's jeans. Inside, Derek felt so much shame and
embarrassment for what was happening. Meanwhile, Mr. Stilinski was still silent
and shocked at what was going on.
"Derek, please stop." Mr. Stilinski's voice came out a bit shaky. Derek then
noticed a strange odor coming from his teacher. The wolf knew exactly what it
was, but he waited for Derek to ask.
What is that scent?
"Arousal." The wolf said out loud. Their eyes were set on the man below them.
Mr. Stilinski wriggled in his seat uncomfortably.
"Please leave my classroom, Derek. I will not ask again." Mr. Stilinski managed
to speak the sentence loud and clear, while beginning to turn his body away
from Derek's bulge in his face. The wolf shook his head and chuckled. Derek
wanted to retake control of his own body and leave in shame, but he was also
wanting to see where this situation went.
"I'm not leaving, Stiles." The wolf grumbled and reached over to spin Mr.
Stilinski back around. "Not until I get rid of this erection."
"What?!" Mr. Stilinski gave a look of anger, but there was a blush forming on
his cheeks. The wolf grinned at the sight of the man blushing. "Please, leave,
now!"
"No. You're going to have to push me out, Stiles." The wolf leaned in close to
Mr. Stilinski's face. The man continued blushing and stared into the teen's
eyes. "Now, would you be so generous as to pull down my pants and get out my
dick?"
What the fuck?! Stop! This has gone far enough!
"Not even close. Don't worry, you'll regain control half way in. You will
realize how good it feels and continue without my help." The wolf spoke lowly
as he stood up straight. Surprisingly, Mr. Stilinski did what he was told. The
man was already zipping down the wolf's jeans and unbuttoning them. It wasn't
long before Mr. Stilinski was face to face with the large problem that the teen
had mentioned earlier.
This is...
"Great, right?" The wolf licked his lips and stared down at the man who was
inches away from his erection. "Go ahead, Stiles. Get my dick in your mouth,
you know you want to."
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles is going to deeply regret his decision.
Chapter Notes
     It's been about, 5 days? Not as bad. Sigh, this one wasn't as long
     either. Kind of. Next one is going to be long though, I can guarantee
     that. Not going to be about only sex and such. Just not sure when I'm
     going to upload the next chapter yet! Maybe next week at the latest.
     Hope you guys enjoy!
"Derek--"
"Don't start, Stiles. You know you want my fucking dick in your mouth. You
desperately want it. I can smell your arousal, I can even see your flushed
looks. Why deny it?" The wolf grumbled and felt the urge to grab the man's head
and push it down onto his dick. But, he was denied that action, with Derek
slowly beginning to regain control once again. Mr. Stilinski shook his head,
staying completely silent after the wolf's statement.
I'm getting back into control! There's no way in hell I'm going to let you do
this shit!
"I'm not doing anything, Derek. You should pay attention. Mr. Stilinski is
going to be the one deciding what happens next." Derek's wolf let out a soft
chuckle, their eyes still observing Mr. Stilinski as the man sat there, not
knowing what to do. It wasn't long before a decision was made, leaving the wolf
and Derek to wait there in anticipation. The wolf knew exactly what was going
to happen.
"Please, do not tell anyone, Derek. Please promsie me that." Mr. Stilinski's
voice sounded different to Derek. It sounded softer, a little bit more feminine
sounding. The wolf nodded in response to Mr. Stilinski.
"He knows what he wants. He's even starting to submit, sounding like the sub he
is." The wolf mumbled softly to himself, knowing well that Derek was only
watching in astonishment. Mr. Stilinski had scooted his rolling chair up a
little, getting closer to the teen's crotch. It was completely silent in the
room now, not a sound was made, and Derek's body was perfectly still while Mr.
Stilinski began.
Stiles sat there, staring at the large, thick erection that was Derek's dick.
Many emotions ran through him, but his main ones were lust. It was all that
mattered to him right now. As much as Stiles wanted to push away Derek and call
school security, he couldn't. It had been a while since he had last done
anything sexually, and he was desperate now. Even if it was one of his
students.
Mr. Stilinski began to open his mouth just a little, his tongue sticking out to
gently lick at the teen's head. Both the wolf and Derek groaned in unison at
the feeling. The man's eyes looked up to notice the look of bliss on Derek's
face. This encouraged Stiles to continue on and do more. With that, Stiles
began to push the teen's dick into his mouth slowly, swallowing what he could
before he had stopped. His tongue rolled around Derek's base, sending more
tingles of pleasure into the teen's body.
"He sucks like he's never done it before." The wolf chuckled once again and
lifted his hand to place it onto Mr. Stilinski's head. "I think I'll let you
take over again soon. I'd just like to enjoy a few minutes of this man's
mouth." The wolf grumbled and brushed his fingers through the man's soft, brown
hair. Derek kept silent, feeling everything that the wolf was feeling. He
admits, he did enjoy everything that was happening so far, but felt some guilt
because of what happened before it started.
Stiles held his breath as he began to work on Derek's dick. His tongue swirled
every which way, and he raised his hand to get a grip on the base. The wolf let
out a moan now. Both him and Derek felt their dick getting touched and stroked
by the man.
"Stiles." The wolf grumbled out, looking down at the man as he continued
sucking on his dick without pulling off. Mr. Stilinski's eyes looked up to
stare at the wolf. A smirk formed on the wolf's face as he watched the man
continue sucking. "I'm going to skull fuck you."
Stiles had stopped sucking for a second, being shocked at the sudden words that
left the teen's mouth. But a side of him was excited, he wanted it.
"I--" Stiles began to speak, but was suddenly tugged off of his rolling chair.
The man fell to his knees in the floor right beside Derek. He felt a little
hurt at the sudden action.
You didn't have to do that!
"Quiet down, Derek. I believe it's your turn now." The wolf mumbled and turned
his body to face Mr. Stilinski. The man looked up and noticed his presence.
"You ready?" The wolf said to both Stiles and Derek.
I, I don't know.
"Um..." Mr. Stilinski thought for a moment, a bit unsure now.
"You're doing it." The wolf suddenly grumbled and spoke in his mind. Derek felt
a sudden change that brought him back into his body, the wolf switching out
with him.
"Oh, fuck." Derek said out loud as he stared down to notice Mr. Stilinski
staring back. His dick was still hanging out of his pants, causing him to
blush. "Uh,"
"I, I think I'm ready now..." Mr. Stilinski said in the softest voice possible.
A heavy blush was on his cheeks as he sat up on his knees in front of Derek.
The teen watched, unable to form any words as his teacher lifted a hand up to
grip at Derek's base once again. "Are you?"
"Yeah." Derek said a little too quickly, but cleared his throat and nodded
slowly. "I mean, yeah. I am."
"Okay." Stiles felt strange seeing as how Derek was dominant and possessive
just a minute ago, and now he's acting far different. He figured the boy had
some type of bipolar disorder and dismissed it. Stiles slowly began to open his
mouth as he slowly slid Derek's dick back into his mouth. There was a heavy
sigh that escaped from Derek that made Stiles smile. Giving gentle sucks at
first, Stiles stopped himself and looked up to notice Derek's eyes were closed
as he leaned back against the wall behind him.
Go ahead, Derek. He's waiting like a good little bitch. The wolf's voice echoed
in Derek's dazed mind. He opened his eyes and looked to notice Mr. Stilinski's
brown eyes staring back at him. A shiver ran through Derek's spine as he began
to move his hands to his teacher's head. Derek got a grip on Mr. Stilinski's
hair and tugged on it gently to see a reaction. The man only blushed and sat
himself up straight.
"Fuck." Derek mumbled to himself and kept his grip on Mr. Stilinski's hair.
Slowly and steadily, the teen began to push his dick as far in as he could go
before Mr. Stilinski gagged. To Derek's surprise, Mr. Stilinski had swallowed
nearly his whole erection before the man began to cough and attempted to pull
himself away. Derek backed his dick out of the man's mouth just a bit, allowing
him to regain his composure.
Stiles let out a muffled moan as he looked up at Derek once again. Having
regained his control over his gag reflex, he wanted more. The teen kept a look
of pleasure on his face as he slowly began to push his dick back into Stiles'
mouth once again.
Not going as far as he did, Derek stopped himself about half way and then
proceeded to pull himself out, then pushing back in. His pace began to grow
faster and faster, and without knowing it, he was now skull fucking his teacher
with ease.
"Fuck. Oh, man!" Derek began to get verbal, feeling the sensation around his
dick grow even more pleasurable. He felt Mr. Stilinski's tongue rolling around
his shaft as he pushed in, and then when he pulled out, the man darted his
tongue against Derek's head.
"Mm." Stiles could only muster small, moaning sounds, but he figured it was
enough for Derek. The man felt his tongue lapping up the sudden liquid that
gently poured into his mouth. It was a salty taste, but Stiles knew what it was
and so desperately wanted more. Stiles continued lapping at the teenager's dick
head greedily, while his throat was being penetrated a bit more rougher and
faster by Derek.
"Gah, fuck. So good." Derek said his words in quick breaths as he sped himself
up. He wanted to feed the man his seed of life, to satisfy his teacher's hungry
need. "Mr--"
Stiles.
"Fuck, Stiles! Whatever you're doing, please, don't stop...I'm gonna cum."
Derek felt his legs begin to wobble. The intense blowjob that Stiles was giving
him was enough for Derek to shoot his load. It was strange to him a bit, as
every other girl or guy that's given him a blowjob hadn't gotten him to cum so
fast.
I told you before, Derek, he's destined to be our mate! You have to claim
Stiles once you've fed him. The wolf's words began to make some sense to Derek.
He did want the man for himself. Derek wanted to be Stiles' one and only.
"Mmf." Stiles' sudden sound made Derek snap out of his thoughts. He looked
down, biting down onto his bottom lip. He saw the man's eyes watering as he
struggled to keep swallowing and sucking on Derek's large dick. The sight made
Derek grow even closer to his orgasm. The teen tightened his grip on Stiles'
head, practically pulling out his hair as he began to ram his dick down the
man's throat.
"I'm gonna cum soon, Stiles." Derek said with a struggle. Stiles only moaned in
response. "Gonna feed you my cum...Shoot it down your throat so you can swallow
it all..." Derek's eyes began to close as he felt himself on the edge. What
pushed him over was the gentle licks that Stiles gave the head of his dick
again and the soft, gentle suckles. Without knowing, Derek had suddenly grew
claws that he didn't know he could grow. The teen's eyes widened at the sight
and immediately took his hands off the man's head, placing them onto his
shoulders where he held him as he shot rope after rope of his warm, white
liquid down Stiles' throat.
Stiles felt the warm liquid shoot down his throat and he greedily began to
swallow, while keeping his mouth on the teen's dick. He had no idea what Derek
was doing, but he didn't care, he wanted to swallow every last drop of the
attractive, hunky teen's cum. It was then that Stiles felt himself go over the
edge as well, soon wetting the front of his pants with his own cum.
Embarrassment suddenly came over Stiles, but it quickly went away as he
continued to enjoy the last spurts coming from Derek's dick.
Fuck, that was great! Now flip him over and...
"I...That was great." Derek said after a minute or so, having been enjoying the
dazed feeling after his release. The teen then sat himself down into Mr.
Stilinski's rolling chair and watched as the man pulled himself away from
Derek's dick, licking his lips afterwards that got Derek turned on again.
"It was." Stiles said with a small, fake smile. He felt different now. He felt
ashamed. Stiles slowly began to stand up from his spot on his knees, daring to
not make eye contact with Derek. He looked elsewhere as he hid the visible wet
spot in the front of his pants. "But, um, I believe it's time for you to leave
now, Derek."
"Oh." Derek blinked his eyes at Mr. Stilinski. His heart sank just a little at
Mr. Stilinski's invitation for him to leave.
Don't leave, grab him, throw him onto that table and fucking go to town on him!
"I...Alright. I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Stilinski." Derek felt the awkwardness
of the situation begin to hit him. Pulling his pants up and grabbing his bag,
Derek took his leave without another word.
Stiles watched silently as the door began to close after Derek's leave. The man
rubbed his face and sighed heavily into his hands. "What have I done?! I sucked
my student's dick!"
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What are you doing?! Go back!
"Be quiet."
Ah. Is someone mad? So am I. Go, back.
"I'm not mad." Derek grumbled and ignored the wolf's voice.
You're hurt. You wanted something more.
"No shit. It seems like all you want is sex on your half, wolf." Derek growled
to himself as he exited the school. He made his way along the concrete and
towards the parking lot. Derek didn't need to search for his Camaro this time,
seeing as he was one of five cars left in the parking lot still.
Of course I do, because that's what you want. Even I am confused as to what is
actually going on with us. Your teenage hormones make it worse.
"Damn it, just shut up! Leave me alone, can you do that?!"
Derek heard no answer back. He figured that 'side' of him decided to finally
take a rest. The teen sighed and quickly entered into his vehicle and started
the engine. Derek sat there for a few minutes, staring at his wheel and
questioning if he should even come back to school tomorrow.
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"So Derek thinks he can just take what's mine?" Theo growled at the sight of
Derek's Camaro. He had been following the other teen when he noticed him
leaving Mr. Stilinski's room about an hour after school was over. Theo had also
smelled the faint scent of cum coming from the room when he had passed,
figuring that both him and Mr. Stilinski had done some unspeakable things
inside. That made Theo angry. No, not even angry, vengeful.
As Theo continued watching Derek from afar, the teen had finally began driving
out of the parking lot and headed back home. Theo clenched his fists tightly
and felt his eyes glow their normal yellow color.
"Game on, Derek. We're going to see who gets Mr. Stilinski first."
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek's finally home, and dealing with his mother and uncle.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter's a little longer than the last two I made, as I
     promised! Hope you guys do enjoy this one, I know I did when I wrote
     it!
"Derek! You're home, finally."

"Oh yeah, sorry, I just got caught up with something at school." Derek cleared
his throat and shut the front door behind him. He smelled the dinner his mother
was cooking intensely. It was strange, but he was too hungry to think on it
more.
"That's fine, dear. Would you mind helping me cut the vegetables?" Talia Hale,
Derek's mother, stood by the kitchen counter with a cutting board right in
front of her. Right beside her was another one with five large carrots. Derek
silently agreed and stepped into the kitchen, placing his backpack into his
seat. Talia smiled warmly to her son as he stepped up beside her, cutting knife
in hand as he began on the first carrot. "So, how was school today?"
"You really don't need to ask me every day, mom."
"Of course I need to. That's what good mothers do. It'd be rude of me not to."
Talia rose a brow to her son, waiting for an answer now. Derek only shrugged
and thought for a moment before saying something.
"It was a pretty good day, I guess."
"Really?"
"Uh, yeah." Derek looked over to his mother finally, offering a grin. "It was."
"That's good. Mind telling me what made it a good day?" Talia smiled and
continued cutting her own set of vegetables. Derek tensed just a little. "Was
it a good grade? Did the coach praise you for being a baseball star again?"
"Actually, neither." Derek cleared his throat a little, nervousness soon
becoming visible to his mother. She stopped her cutting and looked at him. "We
got a new teacher today for Chemistry class."
"Oh? Don't tell me you did something awful to the new teacher, Derek." Talia
crossed her arms and gave a look of disapproval to her son. Derek immediately
shook his head, raising his hands up in surrender.
"No! I didn't do anything. He's actually pretty cool."
"What's his name?" Talia softened her face a little. Derek smiled now, thinking
of Mr. Stilinski clearly in his head. How the man was just down on him a few
hours ago-- "Derek?"
"Oh. Yeah, his name's Mr. Stilinski."
"Stilinski?"
"Yeah." Derek noticed his mother's thinking face. She was in deep thought, then
finally looked up and smiled wide.
"Oh! The Sheriff's son. I guess he's back in town after all." Talia turned back
to her cutting board of remaining vegetables.
"The, the Sheriff's son?" Derek blinked his eyes. Sudden guilt and fear struck
him hard. He had never thought his teacher would be the Sheriff's son, and yet
he had the man down on his knees, forcing him to suck his dick. Derek shook his
head.
Very interesting. We had the Sheriff's own little boy sucking our dick, forcing
him to swallow down our--
"Yes, the Sheriff's son. I'm guessing everyone is fearful of being rude to Mr.
Stilinski since they know of his father. He's like me with you, I want the best
for you, and if anyone messed with my son, I'd be sure to bring hell." Talia
laughed lightly at the thought. As for Derek, he was frozen in place, silent.
If Mr. Stilinski had told the Sheriff of what had transpired earlier, Derek was
going to be in deep trouble. "You okay, Derek?"
"Uh, yeah. Kind of. I guess. I need to go and do my homework, is it alright if
I just...Leave this here?" Derek looked between the mostly cut carrots and his
mother. She nodded and smiled.
"Of course, you're excused Derek. I'll call you and your uncle Peter downstairs
when dinner's ready."
"Uncle Peter's here?" Derek scrunched his face up a little. Talia only laughed
at the sight.
"Yes, your Uncle Peter is here. He's only staying for a couple of days--"
"Couple of days?!"
"Yes, Derek. Only a couple of days, he's here to sort out some things with
Malia's adoptive father. It seems some things have come up and he's wanting
Malia back." Talia shrugged, having no idea what Peter's intentions were. Derek
only rolled his eyes and nodded lightly.
"Alright. Fine. Just hope I don't beat his ass if he tries to say something to
me." Derek grumbled and exited the room. Talia shook her head and smiled,
continuing to cut some vegetables for their dinner.
"You're a little shit, you know that?"
"What?"
"I said, you're a little shit. You didn't think I wouldn't hear you downstairs,
hmm? And just what will you do to 'beat my ass'?" Peter rose a brow to his
nephew. Derek only stared him down, a stern glare on his face as the two had
crossed paths in the upstairs hallway. Just as Derek was about to say
something, Peter made a weird face, then looked Derek up and down. "You
smell...Like sex."
"What?!" Derek was startled at his sudden statement. But he felt himself
getting nervous at the words. "I don't. I haven't. What does sex even smell
like?"
"Sex." Peter said with a sigh, shaking his head. "Whatever, just head to your
room to jack off to amateur porn while you wait for dinner to be ready."
"Shut the hell up, Peter." Derek growled out, almost wolf-like. This caused
Peter to raise his brows in slight shock. Soon after, a smirk began to form on
his face.
"Of course, Alpha." Peter mocked and bowed to his nephew. Derek only stared in
complete confusion, allowing Peter to chuckle and walk away from the teen.
Derek clenched his fists and shook his head, inhaling and exhaling.
He's an irritating asshole. We should kill him, Derek.
"No. He's my uncle--"
And that matters why? He's infuriating, we need to kill him. The wolf's words
rung in Derek's head. For a minute, he had believed the wolf was right about
killing his infuriating uncle.
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"So, he's starting to change, Talia."
"What are you talking about, Peter?"
"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't play dumb." Peter came
up beside his sister, giving a glance at her face. She looked as if she were
trying to ignore what Peter had just said to her. "You don't want to believe
it, do you?"
"I really don't, Peter."
"Too bad. Your son is turning into an Alpha werewolf, just as you and I."
"You're not an Alpha." Talia said suddenly, giving a glare to her younger
brother. Peter only rolled his eyes at her comment.
"Of course." Peter grumbled. "Crush my hopes of becoming a mighty, true Alpha
like you, Talia. But he is becoming the Alpha he was meant to be. There is no
stopping that. There's already signs, like him growling at me upstairs when I
made a comment to him about his activities inside his room." Peter smirked as
Talia kept her glare on him.
"What did you say to him?"
"Just a comment about him jerking it to ameture porn. You know, teenage stuff."
"Peter." Talia sighed heavily and held a hand up to her face. "But he growled?
Actually growled?"
"Yes, Talia. Would you like me to impersonate him for you?" Peter opened his
mouth to reveal his fangs, then his eyes began to glow a bright blue color.
Talia watched, unfazed by the man's actions.
"Put your fangs away and cover your eyes, Peter. What if Derek were to walk in
and see you like that?" Talia lightly slapped her young brother in the chest,
causing him to grunt lightly. Peter rolled his eyes once again and shook his
head.
"Then tell him about our family, Talia. We're werewolves! Show him how to
control his soon-to-be uncontrollable actions that he's going to make when his
first full moon arrives." Peter smiled at the thought of Derek going wild on
the upcoming night. He had hoped to at least see Derek slaughter a pedestrian
or two. Talia kept silent and stared back at Peter.
"I can't."
"Why the hell not?!"
"He's a growing teenage boy, Peter. He has many other problems, like homework,
college and friends. He does not need to think about how he is a werewolf on
top of all of
that." Talia turned away and continued chopping her vegetables, being nearly
done with the whole dinner itself. Peter gave an annoyed look to his big
sister.
"Interesting. So you'd rather him be scared and not knowing what he is on the
night of the full moon? I don't mind it, I just want to confirm it." Peter
grinned and noticed the displeased look on his older sister's face. Talia
dropped her cutting knife and lifted the cutting boards up over the boiling
pot. She poured in the vegetables, thinking while she did her actions. Peter
turned and walked over to the nearby dinner table, setting himself down and
facing his sister.
"But might I ask now, did you smell him? The odor he gave off...It was sexual.
I never smelled that on him before, besides the scent of his own teenage sp--"
"Peter. Do not." Talia warned her brother with a deep glare. Peter pretended to
zip his lips and folded his hands onto the table in front of him. "But, yes. I
smelled it right when he walked in. I was a bit startled by it, but I only
ignored it."
"I wonder who he's fucking. Do you think it's a girl or a boy?"
"This is not a time to discuss that, Peter. It does not matter who he is with,
so long as I give him time to tell me himself if they will become more than
sex-mates." Talia said with professionalism. Peter chuckled at this.
"How adorable, Talia. You want to pretend like you're okay with this. I know
you, you're my sister. Deep down, you are desperate to find out answers just
like I do." Peter finally stood up from his seat, giving a nod to Talia as she
stared back at him. "But don't worry, I will find out everything I can from
your irritable son."
"Peter." Talia said in a stern voice, only to be ignored by her brother as he
left the kitchen. She turned back to the boiling pot which was now nearly ready
to eat.
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"Oh yes, that's it! Harder! Ahh!"
"Ahh, fuck, you like that?!"
We could mount our mate like that man is to that woman.
"I don't think it would work as well. I mean, she's got a vagina, Stiles
doesn't." Derek stared at his phone's screen. He was currently having a
conversation with his wolf about the many ways they could fuck Stiles if the
chance came, which it would, the wolf convinced Derek. "But it is kind of hot."
Of course it is. You're a teenager, everything concerning sex is erotic to you.
"Whatever." Derek sighed and clicked onto a new video. While that one loaded,
he switched to an alternate tab in the browser he was using on his phone. The
new tab he was on showed gay porn, which worked more for Derek since Stiles was
a man. "Let's see what we can find in here now."
Most of it is all the same. We want to find something unique that will get our
mate moaning our name and praising us for our sexual knowledge.
"Yeah." Derek agreed and skipped through some parts of the video he was
currently watching. There was a certain part that caught Derek's eyes. The
bottom man was bouncing himself up and down on the top man's dick, clearly
enjoying it and having full control of his pleasure. The top just laid back,
allowing the bottom to do as he pleased, which gave Derek the idea. "Maybe we
should let him do what he pleases, like you said earlier."
Perhaps. But it's much more fun and pleasurable for us if we're fucking him
hard against a desk. His desk.
"We can do both. It's not like we have to stick with one position throughout
the whole time." Derek mumbled and skipped to the end of the video, the two men
climaxing. The top was coating the bottom's face with his own seed, which
stirred something inside Derek's pants. He desperately wanted to do that Stiles
now.
Swallowing is just as good, Derek. He knows not to waste a drop of our seed.
"Right." Derek mumbled in return. He was about to move his hand down to begin
feeling at his growing erection, but was suddenly interrupted by a knock on his
door.
"I smell arousal!" Peter said on the other side before Derek could answer.
"What do you want, Peter?!" Derek quickly sat himself up in his bed and turned
off his phone. He glared at his door which began to open slowly, Peter's head
peeking inside.
"I only want to talk to my favorite nephew in the wor--"
"Save it, I don't care for your bullshit. What do you want?"
"My, my. Aren't we testy today? What's got you all riled up?" Peter stepped
inside and closed the door behind him. He watched as his nephew only rolled his
eyes and looked elsewhere, arms crossed as he sat in his bed. "Don't act like a
little teenage brat, it's rather annoying."
"As I said before. What. Do. You. Want?"
"My dear nephew, I only want to know who it is that's got your dick hard and
making you smell of sex is all. Is that too much to ask?" Peter smiled wide and
made his way over to Derek's desk in his room. He sat himself in the rolling
chair and spun himself around to face the teen. Derek had softened his glare a
little, giving an attempt of a confused look.
"I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about."
"Don't increase your stupidity, Derek. I'm not crazy--"
"You are."
"Your opinion." Peter shrugged and gave an irritated look. But he quickly
removed that and put on a smirk. "I know you're boning someone, so who is it?
You can either tell me willingly, or I will be sure to find out myself."
"Good luck with that." Derek bit back, growling just a bit. He definitely had
no intention of informing his uncle about his fling with his new Chemistry
teacher.
Kill him. He's irritating!
"No." Derek spoke lowly, looking off to the side. Peter noticed this and gasped
a little loud in response, earning Derek's attention once again.
"Do you have that little voice talking to you in your head, Derek?" Peter
tilted his head a little, his smirk soon changing into a grin. "You seem to be
moving at a rapid pace with this change. The voice usually doesn't come until
later on."
"Shut up, Peter. You're fucking crazy."
"Fine then." Peter sighed dramatically, standing up from his seat. Derek kept
his eyes on his uncle at all times as he slowly made his way towards the door.
"I'm leaving. But I can assure you, Derek, I will find out regardless. It just
would have been easier for you to tell me now so I wouldn't have to make such a
big fuss about it."
"Good luck with that, Peter." Derek growled even more now, finally stopping
once his uncle had exited the room. Peter gave a smile and a small wave
goodbye.
Back to our research. That man will be the death of us, Derek. We need to
handle him as soon as possible. He will put our plan of winning our mate over
at risk.
"I guess." Derek sighed and turned on his phone to re-open the page where he
was on the gay porn site. He proceeded to browse the recommended section and
found some more videos that he and his wolf seemed to enjoy and want to do with
Stiles.
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"What an annoying little pest. Disrespecting me like that. I'm not a bad guy."
Peter said to himself as he drove his vehicle towards the location of the
school. It was late, and after his awkward dinner with Derek and Talia, he
wanted to desperately find out who this person was that his teenage nephew was
messing around with. Finding out would ease his restless mind.
Peter stopped in the empty parking lot of the school. The only vehicle was the
janitor's, who was no where in sight for now. The man stepped out of the car
and locked it behind him, making his way towards the entrance of the school.
Peter sniffed the air and smelled the drifting scent remains of the many
teenagers that walked through this area daily. After a couple of minutes, he
finally found Derek's familiar scent of musk, expensive cologne and the faint
hint of pine.
Peter followed the scent through the hallways of the school, ignoring the
strange looks from the janitor as he walked past. It was then that he smelled
another familiar scent fill his nostrils. Derek's spunk. The man shivered in
slight disgust, having only smelled it when Derek exited out of the bathroom or
on Derek's sheets when the teen had his door open.
"A classroom. That sneaky little boy." Peter chuckled to himself and walked up
to the doorway. The classroom was locked, but he figured he could let himself
in. Claws exited out of Peter's fingertips when he flexed his fingers on his
right hand. Peter began to use his index claw to pick the door's lock, finally
opening it after a few turns and pushes of his finger. He was then met with the
strong scent of Derek, his spunk, and an unfamiliar one that he slowly began to
recognize after inhaling a few times.
Peter had only smelled the faint scent of cinnamon in another part of town. The
Sheriff's station. He continued to think further into his thoughts, only
meeting two people with a familiar cinnamon scent. One was the Sheriff himself,
but his was mixed in with a faint copper smell that Peter did not like. The
other was the Sheriff's son, Mieczysław Stilinski, also known as Stiles. That
scent rang bells inside of Peter's head.
"Oh, Derek. You dirty, dirty boy." Peter laughed to himself and examined the
area of the teacher's desk. The scent was strong now that he recognized it. It
was mixed in with Derek's own. It covered the whole area of Mr. Stilinski's
desk, who Peter now realized was the new Chemistry teacher of the high school.
"I'll rub it in his face tomorrow." Peter grinned and began to exit the
classroom. "I'm definitely not going to tell Talia either." Peter recited to
himself at the thought of knowing something his sister doesn't for once.
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"Derek...?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"Please, Derek, put it in me. I'm ready. I need you." Stiles' voice whined out
to Derek. The man was spread out along his desk, fully exposed for the teenager
that was standing right between his legs. Derek was more than pleased at the
sight of his teacher being ready and willing for him.
"I got you, baby." Derek mumbled lowly, stroking his dick to full erection as
he began to line himself up with the man's awaiting, smooth hole. The teen let
out a loud moan as he felt himself slide into Stiles' wet, tight heat. Stiles
let out a moan of his own, sounding more girly and high-pitched than Derek's
own.
"Derek!" Stiles struggled to say and felt himself tighten around the teen's
invading cock. The man threw his head back to the side, biting down on his
bottom lip as he felt himself moan with each thrust Derek did. The teen had no
intention of stopping anytime soon, so he quickly sped himself up more and
more, wanting to satisfy his mate's needy hole.
"I'm gonna cum soon, Stiles." Derek said and picked up his pace. He was now
slamming himself in and out of Stiles' now loosened hole. Stiles stared up at
him from his spot, nodding and letting out gentle pants and whines, stroking
himself to the rhythm of Derek's own thrusts. "I'm gonna cum inside you, get
you nice and full." Derek said through his upcoming orgasm that was quick and
hard. "Fuck, Stiles!"
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"Stiles!" Derek suddenly woke up at the sound of his alarm clock beeping
loudly. His eyes widened and then narrowed at the sight of the sun's rays
shining into his room. It was now morning, the whole scenario being one simple
dream. "Damn it..."
"Derek! I made breakfast when you're done getting ready!" Derek didn't answer
his mother's call, only yawning and stretching himself on the side of his bed.
He scratched at his bare chest and stood up, tugging on his boxers that had a
clear, visible bulge and a small hint of a wet spot.
"Today's going to be a bit awkward." Derek admitted to himself out loud,
walking over towards his dresser and rummaging through his drawers for his
clothes for the day.
It won't be awkward, Derek. Our mate will be needing us, he can't deny us!
"He will, I know it, wolf." Derek grumbled and turned to make his way towards
his door. "Let's just see if we can get through today."
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek's return to school has him on edge.
Chapter Notes
     Okay, so, I haven't had the best of luck lately and it explains my
     reason for this chapter update being soooo late. My laptop decided to
     take a huge shit on me and basically just...Die. So, I got a new
     laptop and I'm loving this one, but I have to replan some things and
     I'm also deciding to unveil three stories that I hope to possibly
     start doing soon? I know there's my other stories that need attention
     too, but I really wanna like, at least introduce these. Oh, and also
     the reason why this chapter is kinda short and sounds weird is
     because I kind of rushed it? I wanted to update as soon as possible.
     > "Slumber Party" - A songfic that I will be doing that has Stackson
     + Danny pairing. I got some inspiration from a commentor of my other
     story I did, 'Get On Your Knees'. This story's basically going to be
     done for them since they wanted it and it worked well with a song I
     wanted to mix it with, which is 'Slumber Party' by Britney Spears ft.
     Tinashe.
     > "How to Be a Parent" - A fic that will have my very first Stiam
     pairing. There will be Sterek in it too, but they're exes now, and
     Stiles is also going to be pregnant. I got my inspiration for this
     story from the movie 'How to Be Single', where Leslie Mann's
     character gets with the younger male character while she's pregnant.
     I thought it would be a cute Stiam thing.
     > "Fireproof" - A songfic that is Stiles/Parrish. I mostly go off of
     the song's lyrics when I make a songfic, so, I have interpreted that
     basically Parrish needs an "anchor" to keep himself in control. His
     hellhound side is uncontrollable, that is until Stiles shows up.
     Still have yet to plan fully, but I wanna at least bring it up.
     There are other stories I have/want to do too, but these three will
     likely come up first before the others.
"What are you looking at, Peter?"
"Oh, nothing. I just want to say that I know who it is that you...Fooled around
with." Peter's smirk could not be contained as he watched Derek's sudden look
of horror.
"You don't--"
"I do, dear nephew."
"Don't do that stupid 'dear nephew' shit with me, you irritating fuck!" Derek
practically roared at Peter, a sudden appearance of claws coming from his
fingertips and the fangs he grew as he yelled toward his uncle. Peter widened
his eyes just a bit at the sudden mid-transformation of Derek's.
"Keep that temper at bay and you won't get killed, idiot." Peter held his
finger up, gaining Derek's attention. He only shook his head and sighed.
"What..." Derek shook his head left and right, coming down from his sudden
rage. "Huh?"
"Your teenage hormones and your inner wolf do not mix well together, Derek.
It's going to be a lot harder for you to keep calm." Peter sighed and stared at
his nephew. "As much as I would love to torture you and make you turn into a
full on werewolf to scare everyone, you will attract the attention of the
hunters."
"The hunters?" Derek scrunched his face, thinking Peter was making this all up.
"Just shut up, Peter. I'm heading to school, we're done talking."
"I'm trying to help you!" Peter growled and rushed forward, grabbing Derek and
slamming him against the nearby wall. "Your mother won't explain to you about
what you are just yet, so for now, consider me your mentor."
"No." Derek huffed and shoved Peter off him, his strength impressing Peter as
he was pushed away.
"Fine, have it your way. I'll be the one picking you up from jail after you
kill one of your fellow classmates." Peter chuckled lightly at the thought.
Derek froze just as he was about to walk downstairs. He was in thought and
Peter waited for the teenager to turn around and take him up on his offer to
help him.
But that never happened. Instead, Derek continued downstairs after a few
seconds of thinking. Peter narrowed his eyes at the back of the boy's head,
clenching his fists.
"Darn, I forgot to rub it in his face some more." Peter suddenly remembered
before he got sidetracked by Derek's mid-transformation. "I should really give
this man that has my nephew head over heels a personal visit." Peter smirked.
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"What's wrong, Derek?"
"Nothing's wrong."
"You're lying to me, Derek. Luckily I can easily tell your annoyed face from
your usual scowl." Malia chuckled and was now walking beside Derek. The two
entered into the front doors of the school and were immediately hit with the
chattering of the other students and the sound of doors opening and closing.
"Just the appearance of your biological asshole dad in my house." Derek
grumbled and kept a tight grip on his bag. As he spoke with Malia, he was also
scanning the area, looking for Mr. Stilinski and to hopefully talk to him about
yesterday's events.
"Oh. That's not unusual, he does the same for me too." Malia smirked and
continued walking with Derek, the girl following him towards his locker. She
also noticed him looking around them, as if he were searching for somebody.
"Looking for someone?"
"Not really."
"Really? It looks like it."
"Just very self-preserved." Derek lied and proceeded to open his locker,
searching for his History book for his first class. Malia leaned against the
lockers beside him, also searching for whoever Derek was searching for.
"Sure, Derek, like anyone would attack you. You'd beat the crap out of them,
and I would too."
"Don't you have a class to get to too?" Derek glared and turned to look at
Malia. The girl shrugged and smirked back at him.
"I can be late."
"Well I can't, so see you later."
"Ugh, whatever then." Malia rolled her eyes and patted Derek's left arm as she
turned to go in the opposite direction of where Derek was going. "I'll see you
later, I'm going to sit with you at lunch."
"Alright, later." Derek nodded to Malia and began to walk to his next class. He
was walking alone for the first minute and then he was suddenly joined by
Scott. The younger boy was shouting his name out excitedly and was practically
skipping with joy. Derek only glared at him as he came near.
"What, Scott?"
"Dude! How come you didn't tell me you're back on the team?!"
"Because I didn't know I was. Who did you hear this from?" Derek was now
anxious. He really hoped that he was back on the team, but he could never trust
Scott and his misinformed statements.
"I heard it from coach himself! Well, I overheard coach talking to another dude
about how he was back to sitting in the dugout since you're back on the team."
Scott lifted his arm to receive a high five from his best friend. Derek stared
at Scott's hand for a second before finally slapping his hand against the
other's.
"Well, shit, that's awesome then. Guess I'll be seeing you and the rest of the
team at practice later today." Derek was now grinning and feeling excited to
get back into playing. He had only been out for a day, but that was too long
for Derek. All he wanted to do was to play his favorite game in the world and
have Mr. Stilinski watch him during games.
"So Harris finally gave in and allowed your extra credit to go through?"
"What? No. It's not Harris, dude. There's a new teacher in that class now.
You'll probably have him later today, he only showed up during the last class."
Derek's grin softened to a simple smile. His thoughts were now on Mr. Stilinski
and Derek looked up to see if he would see the man anywhere near them. To
Derek's luck, Mr. Stilinski was walking with another student nearby. The two
were in deep conversation about a subject that Derek didn't have the time to
find out about.
Derek's sudden increased hearing surprised him now that he seen how far away
Mr. Stilinski and the other student were.
"Derek?!"
"Huh, yeah?" Derek blinked rapidly and turned his attention to Scott. "Sorry,
dude, but I need to go. Can't be late for class."
"Oh, yeah, alright. See you at lunch, dude." Scott gave a thumbs up and watched
as Derek began to walk away, going towards Mr. Stilinski and the student he was
speaking with. It didn't take long for him to finally catch up with the two and
he was quickly putting himself between the duo. Derek gave a grin to Mr.
Stilinski, instantly noticing his uncomfortable look on his face. When turning
to look at the unknown student, Derek gave a glare and a small hint of a growl.
The kid widened his eyes and quickly stopped walking along with them, turning
himself around to running elsewhere.
"Hello, Derek." Mr. Stilinski said with some hesitation.
"Mr. Stilinski." Derek greeted and put on a smile. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, and you?" Mr. Stilinski kept his eyes away from Derek, not wanting
to look directly at him due to yesterday's events. The two were close to Mr.
Stilinski's classroom and Derek tried to keep up with the sudden fast paced
walking the man was doing.
"I'm, uh, I'm alright. So, about yesterday--"
"Let's not talk about that right now, Derek. We're in public." Mr. Stilinski
stopped and finally faced Derek. There was a look of embarrassment and regret
on the man's face as he stared into Derek's eyes. The teenager only gave a nod.
"Okay, so...I'll see you in class, later, I guess." Derek had a fake smile even
though he felt like getting mad at the man. Mr. Stilinski gave his own silent
nod and continued to open his classroom door to enter inside. Derek watched him
until the man shut the door behind him, leaving Derek to stand there alone.
"That was hard to watch."
"And what the fuck do you want, Theo?"
"I just happened to be passing by and I noticed you and Mr. Stilinski talking.
He looked angry with you." Theo smirked and slowly stepped toward Derek. The
dark haired teenager gave a glare to Theo, causing him to stop where he was. "I
wonder why?"
"Just say what you want to say, Theo. No need to play stupid games, we're both
men here."
"Hah, alright." Theo grinned now, folding his arms against his chest. "I know
you fucked around with Mr. Stilinski yesterday, Derek."
"What are you talking about, Theo? You're fucking crazy." Derek's glare on Theo
intensed and his hands clenched into fists. He so desperately wanted to attack
the other teen after his statement. Derek also tried to give no hints that Theo
was right.
"I'm not fucking crazy, Hale. I know what I saw." Theo's voice became stern and
his brow furrowed. Derek stepped back just a bit as Theo began to step forward.
"I know your bullshit lies, you can't hide this. I could go in there right now
and ask Mr. Stilinski if you and him did anything."
"D...Go ahead. We never did anything, so he would have no idea what you're
talking about either." Derek tensed. He was about to tell Theo not to, but that
alone would confirm that him and Mr. Stilinski had messed around yesterday.
Derek kept himself composed but felt a rumble in his chest. He felt his inner
wolf wanting to take control desperately.
"Fine. Deny it now, Derek. But since I brought up Mr. Stilinski, how about we
have a little competition."
"What?"
"A competition. It's clear to both of us that you and I have a little...Thing
for Mr. Stilinski. We both want his attention, and other things." Theo was
grinning from ear to ear. Derek was angry at Theo's proposition, but he was
willing to listen when Theo continued explaining. "We both compete for Mr.
Stilinski. Whoever wins gets him, and the loser backs off. Does that sound good
to you, Hale?"
"And how do we decide who wins? Impressing Mr. Stilinski?"
"Exactly. We both do our best to get his full attention, and whoever he
chooses, they win. Simple as that." Theo examined Derek's face closely. The
teen was furrowing his brow and was clearly thinking the whole situation
through before giving an answer. Theo almost felt sorry for Derek at his lack
of smarts.
"Fine. Sounds good enough to me."
"Alright then, the deal is sealed." Theo chuckled and offered his hand to
Derek. Derek looked down at the other teen's hand, looking hesitant to shake
it. "Come on, Derek, don't be scared. I'm not gonna bite."
"Shut the hell up." Derek now growled out, sounding more animal now. Theo
dismissed the teen's animalistic growl and shook Derek's hand. Both of them had
tight grips on each other and were staring at each other for a few seconds
before letting each other go.
"And it looks like I have the lead so far." Theo commented to himself as he
began to walk to his first class. Derek did the same, walking in the opposite
direction of Theo.
That annoying little shit is going to taste his own blood when we win this
competition and kill him! The wolf growled wildly in Derek's head. The heated
feelings of rage radiating and practically making him see red.
"We'll see." Derek struggled to say as he clenched his right fist tightly. His
left hand was gripping his bag strap as he quickly made his way to his first
class. While the wolf was going wild in his head, he remembered his uncle
Peter's words of needing to keep his temper down so that he wouldn't
accidentally hurt someone.
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