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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Isaac_Lahey, Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent,
      Lydia_Martin, Malia_Tate, Peter_Hale, Jackson_Whittemore, Jordan_Parrish
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      Published: 2017-07-17 Updated: 2017-07-24 Chapters: 3/? Words: 5317
****** Desire Me ******
by VividReader
Summary
     Every night he comes to me. I know this isn't what he wants and yet I
     can't help but take what he is offering. Sterek. Warning, rated M for
     a reason.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Desire Me
Every night he comes to me. I know this isn't what he wants and yet I can't
help but take what he is offering. Sterek. Warning, rated M for a reason.
Chapter 1
I know this is wrong. I know he doesn’t want me. Yet every night he comes and I
can’t stop him.
I don’t want too.
Blood red eyes pierce me, pulling at my every defence until there is nothing
left for me to give.
The first night it happened, I was positive it was just a dream. If it hadn’t
been for the marks left on my body, I may have been able to convince myself
that it was.
Dark, bruising from where his wolf gripped me too tight. Purple, splotchy love
bites littering my neck all the way down to my thighs.
These were symbols of what was happening between us.
Yet when the lights are on and the sun is shining in the sky, I am nothing to
him.
I may have been able to forget. I could have forced myself to forget all the
sounds we made, all the kisses and pleasure.
But then night hits and it happens again and again.
Drowning me in his scent, in his want.
I tell myself that this is because he is an alpha, that I simply can’t control
myself.
But I could if I wanted too.
I don’t want to.
I don’t love him. That is what I tell myself when I wake up alone, covered in
sweat and cum from our previous night’s activities.
This means nothing.
Yet I still don’t tell a soul.
I fear that this will end soon. That he will one day be able to control his
wolf who seems to only have a taste for me.
I’ve known for months now that his wolf and he are separate and yet I wish that
they could be the same.
I wouldn’t need to feel so dirty for wanting this. Wanting him, the man, to
want me too.
I want the man and yet I can only have the wolf.
I have accepted this.
If I can have the night, then I can be happy.
Every night he comes to me. I know this isn't what he wants and yet I can't
help but take what he is offering.
Just a quick little tease on what I am working on. Updating in 2 days!
Ciao
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hi everyone, thank you for reading!
     My goal is to post every couple of days since my chapters aren’t very
     long. Hopefully I can do this and keep you all entertained.
     I don't have a beta at the moment so the chapters may be a little
     rusty. If anyone is keen to help me please shoot me a message or
     comment below.
     Hope you all enjoy.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The first night Derek came for Stiles was like nothing Stiles could have ever
dreamed up.
Entering his house at almost 12pm Stiles was beat. It had been a long day
studying with Scott, who despite his best efforts, was way too wrapped up in
Allison to be a good study partner and then a pack meeting.
Everything was going well. No supernatural bad guys trying to kill them was
always a good thing.
Then Jackson had to go and open his big mouth and start giving Stiles shit
about the way he dresses. Why the guy needed to be an absolute douche was
completely beyond Stiles.
Stiles probably would have gotten his face beaten in at that point after
choosing to call Jackson a few colourful words. So, it probably wasn’t the
smartest idea but luckily Derek had been there to keep Jackson from crushing
Stiles.
It’s not that Stiles didn’t want to fight Jackson; however, his 140-pound body
of pale skin and fragile bones probably could get snapped in half by Jackson
before he became a supernatural being, never mind now.
Derek had called an end to the meeting since tonight was a full moon and he
didn’t wish to deal with “a bunch of immature high schoolers.” Not that Stiles
could deny that he wasn’t immature, especially after poking his tongue out and
giving Jackson the finger as he sped off into the night within the safety
confinement of his jeep.
But still, it pissed him off when Derek compared him to Jackson.
He was so much smarter than that asshole.
Stiles kicked his shoes off by the door and dropped his bag, not caring that
his dad would be home tomorrow and probably wake Stiles up by throwing said
shoes at his head for leaving them there.
He slowly walks to his room, ready to just close his eyes and fall into a
dreamless slumber.
Opening his bedroom door Stiles screams.
And yes, it may have been less like a manly scream, and more like a little
girls, but Stiles had been through a lot in his young life so far and coming
home to someone standing in his bedroom with no invitation was scary.
“Jesus, fucking Christ! Derek what the hell are you doing here?!” Stile’s is on
edge, it had been a long night at the pack meeting and he didn’t need Derek
giving him a heart attack.
The room is dark and the only reason that Stiles can see anything is because
his window is open, leaving the moon to cast a small amount of light into the
room.
Stiles can see Derek’s shirt is off even from here, with no sign of it or his
signature leather jacket. Stile’s had just left Derek’s house after a pack
meeting which either meant Derek’s car was super quiet for once or the alpha
had run here.
Turning to switch the light on, Derek is suddenly in front of the boy pushing
him backwards.
Any other werewolf probably wouldn’t have gone very far but this was Stiles so
he was sent flying, tripping over his feet and falling onto his bed.
Before he has time to register what is happening the alpha is on top of him.
“Mine.” Derek leans into Stiles neck, inhaling his scent.
Stiles can’t move. His mind cannot process what is happening and his body has
seized up.
Soft kisses nip at his skin,
“Derek, what are you do- “Derek looks up at Stiles and the boy is suddenly
speechless. Derek’s eyes, they are red.
Not the kind of red that happens when Derek goes all alpha mood but rather a
dark, blood red. A red so unique that Stiles is sure that it could never be
described by any one.
“Derek … are you okay?” Derek turns his head to the side as though he is
contemplating the question when he suddenly moves himself back to Stile’s neck.
“Fuck.” Derek begins slowly sucking on his skin, the pressure getting harder
the lower the Alpha goes. Starting from the neck, down to Stile’s chest, paying
special attention to licking and biting each nipple.
Stiles squirms, trying not to make too much noise. This had to be a dream, a
very fucked up and super arousing wet dream. There is no way that Derek is here
doing this to Stiles!
Stile’s should stop him. Obviously, something is wrong!
All attempts to rationalise whether this is happening or not go out the window
when Stiles feels Derek’s hot breathe on his cock. Stile’s is shaking so hard
and he doesn’t know if it’s from fear or passion that his virginal body has
never experienced.
“Mine.”  The Alpha begins descending on Stile’s member and Stile’s almost cums
right then.
Hot, wet heat.
It was nothing like jacking off! This was the single greatest moment in Stile’s
life.
And it was happening with Derek Hale.
There is no going slow. Derek is sucking hard, teeth lightly scratching
shooting painful pleasure all through Stiles.
He can’t last long, it was humanly not possible for anyone to last long with
someone who looks like Derek doing anything sexual to them.
Within minutes Stiles is telling Derek that he is cumming but that doesn’t stop
the alpha. He sucks until Stile’s is finished screaming his name and emptied
all his essence down Derek’s throat.
Derek pulls away, licking Stile’s sensitive balls.
Stile’s is on cloud nine and so caught up in his euphoria that he doesn’t hear
jeans falling to the ground.
His high is quickly faded when he hears an animalistic purr coming from next to
him. Stile’s almost managed to forget that he wasn’t alone.
This was not some masturbation session, this was a naked and very hot Derek
Hale. Stile’s eyes scanned the raven head.
Starting at his messy, sweat covered hair, travelling down to his red eyes, his
fantastic chest which at any other time would have made Stile’s a little self-
conscious, to his rock-hard abs, all the way done to his…
Holy fuck!
Derek did not have a human penis, he had a fucking horse’s dick!
Okay, maybe that was an over exaggeration but Derek was definitely not average,
or even close to the size of Stile’s dick!
That thing was huge and there was no way that he was going to be able to fuck
Stiles!
Stiles tried to move away from the alpha but his body was like jelly and no
match to the strength of an Alpha werewolf. The alpha growled at Stile’s
attempt to move away and flipped Stiles on to his stomach.
Stile’s was petrified, and honestly super turned on.
The alpha moved forward on the bed and for a moment Stiles thinks he might just
enter him without any preparation which Stile’s knows would be super fucking
painful.
With a dick like that, Stiles had no doubt that his insides could be ripped out
from his body!
Before Stiles has a chance to beg not to be fucked he feels something at his
opening, pushing in to stretch him.
Stile’s freezes up until he looks back and sees that it is not Derek’s dick but
rather his finger, covered in saliva stretching him.
Stiles tries to relax his body, knowing from porn that if he is too tense, this
could be very painful for him. Derek moves in and out of his body, slowly
adding more fingers.
When he enters a third finger, the pain is searing but still bearable. Derek
leans in close to Stile’s ear, his fingers still stretching him. His hot breath
sends shivers down Stile’s spine and he licks Stile’s ear which causes Stile’s
to moan very loudly.
 Derek removes his fingers and positions himself at the entrance. Stiles feels
like he might just start hyperventilating at all the emotions swirling through
him.
What a terrible time for him to have a panic attack when he is just about to
lose his virginity.
Derek leans in and bites Stile’s ear softly.
“Mate.”
Derek’s wolf howls as he enters Stiles so hard and so fast that Stile’s feels
like the wind is knocked out of him.
The pain causes Stile’s to cry out, freezing the alpha dead in its tracks.
Derek’s penis is completely in Stiles, filling him to the brim.
Stile’s feels tears come to his eyes, the fullness being too much for him.
The alpha behind him begins whining, seemingly unhappy with Stile’s reaction
and wanting to continue. However, despite the whining, the alpha does not move
until Stiles gets himself under control.
He thinks about telling Derek to get out of him, to stop forcing himself on
Stiles.
But Stile’s knows that all the words that would leave his mouth would be lies.
Derek hasn’t forced Stiles. Stiles didn’t want Derek to leave him feeling
empty.
After a few minutes, Derek begins to be unable to control himself and starts
slowly moving inside of Stiles. The pain is less intense this time and Stiles
thinks maybe it won’t be so bad.
Pain is slowly mixed in with pleasure and Stiles can’t help but moan at the
alpha. Derek’s body shudders and he begins to pick up the back, his hands
tightening on Stile’s hips as he drills into him.
Stiles feels like his body can’t take anymore when Derek suddenly hits
something inside of him and Stiles screams in pleasure.
He doesn’t know what it is but Derek seems too as he continues to hit that spot
repeatedly, making Stiles scream and sob in pleasure.
Soon the pleasure in his abdomen begins to build, making the boy push back on
to his alphas dick.
“Fuck Derek, cum, please!” Stile’s is practically screaming by now, unable to
control what he is saying. “I want to come so bad, please don’t stop! Don’t
ever stop!”
The pleasure is just too much for Stiles and he cums screaming Derek’s name.
The pressure from his orgasm seems to be Derek’s undoing and after a few
thrusts the alpha pulls out cumming all over Stile’s back.
Stile’s falls on to the bed, taking Derek’s body with him.
He feels the alpha’s strong arms pulling him closer, purring in pleasure and
nuzzling closer to Stiles.
Stile’s feels his eyes become heavy and begin to droop. They are only closed
for a moment but the warmth that had enveloped him was gone.
 
Stiles opens his eyes as he suddenly feels cold.
Looking around the dark room, lit only by the moon outside his window, Stiles
can see that Derek is gone.
Stiles lifts himself out of his bed and as if he is on autopilot he begins
changing his sheets, throwing them into the washing machine and then walks to
the shower.
Stile’s shower is hot, so hot that his skin is burning and turning a bright red
from the heat but Stile’s barely feels anything.
He is stuck in his head, on the high, that was given to him by Derek only a few
minutes ago.
Stile’s doesn’t know how long he is in the shower for but when he finally
leaves the comfort of his shower the water is cold.
Stiles doesn’t bother grabbing a towel, knowing his father is on a late shift
and no one else will be here to see him walking around his house naked.
Stiles walk back to his bedroom, the smell of sex almost unrecognisable now to
Stile’s human nose.
He sits on his bed and cradles his head in his hands.
What the fuck just happened? How did Stiles let this happen?
Stiles knows that this is wrong.
It shouldn’t have happened.
Fuck.
What was he going to tell his girlfriend?
Chapter End Notes
     Second chapter done!!
     Hope my writing didn’t butcher the sex scene too much! This was my
     first one so I promise in time I will improve.
     I should post in the next few days.
     Ciao
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello everyone!
     New update here.
     Sorry if it is a little rough. I am still trying to get a BETA but
     surprisingly no one has gotten back to me and unfortunately their
     isn't anyone in my life that I can ask to read this for me.
     Hope you all enjoy.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Waking up that morning Stiles was in pain. Probably the most pain that he has
ever experienced. His ass was on fire and his head was thumping. Even with so
much stretching, saliva obviously wasn't a very good lube.
Stiles would love to say that he didn’t remember last night, that it was all a
figment of his imagination. A hot dream that would never have to be told to the
outside world.
But the pain in his ass and hickeys that covered a good portion of Stiles chest
and neck meant that last night had happened.
It was real.
Fuck Stiles was so messed up.
How did last night even happen?
Yes, he may have had a crush on Derek for a while but he got over it. He met
someone new and he was happy.
Running a hand over his face Stiles willed himself to stop thinking about this.
He needed to get up.
Looking at the clock next to his bed Stiles saw that he was late, which meant
that Scott is probably super pissed because Stiles was meant to pick him up 5
minutes ago.
Without another thought he quickly threw clothes on, wincing at the pain but
know that he will have to bare with it. Thanking the gods that it was raining
outside so it wouldn’t look too strange to see Stiles in a green turtle neck
and jeans.
Grabbing his phone and keys Stiles quickly but very quietly in an attempt to
not wake his dad, left the house.
Stiles made a quick dash to his jeep to not get completely socked. This
turtleneck sweater would have to stay on all day and would be super
uncomfortable if wet.
Stiles probably broke a few traffic laws to get to Scott’s house.
Not surprisingly the wolf is waiting outside with an unimpressed look on his
face. Quickly running to the car Scott opens the door and hops in.
“Look Scott I am so sorry that I am late but you know how hard it is to make my
hair look this good and I had to take my time because of the rain. Plus, you
didn’t want me to speed in this rain just to get here. You would hate for your
best friend to die on his way to pick you up. The guilt. It would kill you. So
yeah, I was late for you. You’re welcome.”
Ignoring Stiles’s blabbering, Scott’s scrunches up his nose. “Dude, you smell
funny.”
Stiles’s stops babbling. He swears that his heart stops.
He forgot.
Werewolves can smell. They can smell what happened between Derek and him.
Fuck.
“Ummmm.” Stiles doesn’t know what to say. “What … do I smell like?”
Scott takes a deeper breath and shakes his head. “I am not really sure. That’s
strange.”
Stiles isn’t sure why Scott can’t smell it.
Derek’s scent should be all over Stiles’s body.
Was this a test? To see if Stiles would admit to out loud because that was
never happening.
Scott just shrugs and tells Stile to start heading to school.
For a werewolf, you would think that Scott would be a bit more suspicious of
Stiles scent changing but the boy wasn’t the smartest.
Stiles drove them to school with Scott talking incessantly about Allison,
completely unaware that Stiles is completely lost in thought.
Why doesn’t Stiles smell like Derek?
 
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Today was turning out to be a long day.
Avoiding all his friends wasn’t that difficult as they were all pretty wrapped
up in their own lives but avoiding a certain girl was difficult.
After AP English, Stiles’s second last class for the day, Stiles literally runs
straight into the one person he didn’t want to see today. The one person he was
most ashamed to see.
His girlfriend.
Malia.
Despite being a man and Malia a girl it’s Stiles who falls to the ground in the
collision, dropping his books on the floor. Malia smiles at him and bends down
to pick up his books.
“Couldn’t help but fall at my feet, could you?” Malia laughs.
She is dressed in tight cargo pants, a black tank top and a leather jacket even
though she doesn’t really feel the cold. She was trying to blend in.
Stiles gets to his feet but doesn’t say a word. He feels like he might be
having a heart attack.
What was he meant to tell Malia?
Malia scrunched up her nose. "You alright Stiles? You smell a little funny."
Stiles felt like he was going to start hyperventilating. Couldn't she smell
Derek on him? Couldn't she smell what had happened even though Scott couldn’t?
Stiles felt dizzy.
Trying to control his breathing before he had a panic attack. "I'm fine."
"Fine? That doesn't sound like you," Malia moves closer running here hands down
Stile’s turtle neck, "want me to help improve your mood!"
Malia went to kiss Stiles however, Stiles couldn't help but flinch away.
Malia looked surprised. Stiles never turned her down.
"I'm sorry, I can't. Scott needs me." Not giving Malia a chance to extract any
information out of him, Stiles bolted from the school and outside.
It was no longer raining.
It was as if the earth was mocking him with its clear skies. The sun outside
was obnoxiously bright despite the cold weather. Today definitely felt as
though a thunderstorm has ripped apart Stiles’s life and yet there was no
evidence.
Despite a few puddles on the floor, you could barely even tell it rained this
morning.  
Stiles felt an ache in his chest.
When Malia went to kiss him, why did it feel like he was betraying Derek. They
weren't even a thing! He was with Malia, he loved her.
Didn’t he?
Stiles quickly made his way to his jeep, hopped in and zoomed out of the
parking lot. He didn't know where he was going, he didn't care. He needed to
get away, he needed to think and not think, fuck he didn’t know what he needed
anymore.
Stiles was confused.
Stiles was always confused now.
Scott and Malia couldn't smell the nights previous activities. They didn’t know
the shameful things that happened between Stiles and their alpha.
 If Stiles didn't have hickeys on his chest he may have thought it was a dream.
But it wasn't.
Fuck.
Fuck.
What was Stiles doing with himself.
Zooming through the streets of Beacon Hill it was amazing that Stiles wasn’t
pulled over by his father.
Stiles came to a stop only to realise that he was outside Derek's loft.
How did he even get here?
Derek’s black Camaro was parked out the front and Stiles knew he need to get
answers. Despite the fact that Stiles may have possibly had a small crush on
Derek a while back, he was positive that Derek did not have those kinds of
feelings for him.
He needed answers.
And he needed them before he went back to face Malia.
The loft was the exact same as it was yesterday. Something had to be different,
not everything could be the same after what happened last night.
And yet it was.
It was all the same.  Nothing had changed, nothing except for Stiles.  
Stile’s walked in to the loft and can see Derek descending the stairs.
He looks the same.
He looks like he was carved out by the gods to walk the earth to destroy Stiles
life.
Before Stiles can say a word, he feels his knees go weak staring at the
perfection that is Derek and he trips over his feet, landing in front of the
stairs, staring at Derek.
Derek raised his eyebrow in confusion. “Did you just fall?”
“No. I attacked the floor.”
Derek scoffs. “Backwards?”
“I’m freaking talented, okay.” Stiles made no attempt to get up off the ground.
He just sat there staring up at the alpha with his mouth slightly open,
surprisingly not knowing what to say.
“Are you going to get up and tell me what you are doing here or stay seated?”
Even though Derek and Scott were attempting to bury the hatchet and form a true
pact, Derek still wasn’t the most pleasant to Stiles.
They weren’t friends. They weren’t anything.
Or at least they weren’t anything before last night.
“Umm … I wanted… I thought… About last night…” Stiles, the boy who was well
known for always having a lot to say was at a loss. With Derek staring at him
with his eyebrow raised and arms across his chest in an impatient manner,
Stiles felt so small that he wasn’t sure he knew what to say.
“If this is about you and Jackson, I really don’t give a shit that you guys
fought.”
Stiles felt the energy seep out of him. Was Derek seriously going to pretend
this never happened?
Stiles felt his stomach clench with anger. How dare Derek do this to him! He
quickly rose to his feet and pocked Derek in the chest.
“Listen here you sour wolf, I am not someone you can just pretend shit didn’t
happen with. I am annoying and loud and I am not leaving until I get some
answers.”
Derek looks at him quizzically. “What are you on about?”
Stiles was about to lay a can of whoop ass on Derek until then alpha took a
breath and seemed to freeze up. He subconsciously moved closer to Stiles and
took another deep breath.
Stile’s didn’t know what to do so he just stood there.
 “You smell like … “Derek backs up slightly and it appears though he is lost in
thought staring at Stiles. He doesn’t say anything for a long time and it looks
like he isn’t breathing anymore.
"Derek are you okay?" Stiles touch Derek's shoulder, attempting to pull him out
of his thought. Derek eyes flashed red and suddenly found himself pushed up
again a wall.
"Touch me again and I'll rip your throat out.”
Stiles felt his heart speed up and he slowly beared his neck in submission to
the Alpha. He knew that when Derek was angry like this, it was best not push
his buttons.
Stiles is shaking, and he doesn’t know why.
Derek quickly lets go of Stiles, his eyes reverting to their natural colour. He
looks confused and that that’s when Stiles realises he is crying.
He is almost full on sobbing which makes no sense because this isn’t the first
time that Derek has put his hands on him or threatened him.
However, unlike all those times, Stiles cares.
“Stiles, I – “
Before he can say a word, Stiles is already out the door quickly running back
to his jeep to escape.
Stiles felt like he could barely breathe, he needed to get away.
Stiles seemed to be running away from everyone lately.
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Stiles was hurting. Nothing in life had hurt as bad as Derek pushing him
against that wall in pure hatred and pretending that last night didn’t happen.
If Stiles’s touch disgusted him that must then why did he come over last night?
Could he not remember? That was impossible, he was Derek Hale, the big bad
Alpha of Beacon Hills who fought bad guys and always knew what to do.
Okay, maybe he didn’t always know what to do but Stile’s still couldn’t believe
that Derek didn’t remember.
Maybe he imagined everything. Maybe the hickeys aren’t real, the pain in his
arse isn’t real, the pain in his heart isn’t real.
Stiles didn’t know what to do so he did the only thing he could do.
He researched.
There was lots of useless information on the web about werewolves. Let’s just
say Twilight had pushed back the human race ever finding out about werewolves
by a couple hundred of years.
If you didn’t know what you were looking for than it could get confusing but
Stiles has spent a year with a werewolf best friend and had kind of become the
unofficial researcher in the pact.
He knew what sites were talking shit and what were legit.
So, he spent the next few hours losing himself in information until he found
something that could explain his situation.
And what Stiles found was unbelievable.
If a werewolf and human are unable to coexist decide on a mate, the fight for
dominance can begin. In many cases this can cause the individual to become
sick, however in rare cases if the need for the mate is too strong the wolf can
split from the human side. Like dissociative personality disorder…
What the fuck.
Could this be what had happened? Had Derek’s wolf chosen Stiles as a mate and
Derek hated the idea so much that they fought to the point where Derek and his
wolf were like two different people.
Stiles wasn’t sure how to feel about this.
Hurt. Betrayed. Surprise. Love.
So many emotions were flowing through boy that he was almost too engrossed in
his thought to hear someone enter his room from his window.
Almost.
Stiles had left the window open since last night and now there was someone in
his room. His room that was once again dark and lit only by the moon and his
computer screen.
He had come for him.
“Derek.”
Derek stood next to his window, his red eyes glowing with lust. Stile’s slowly
rose from his computer chair, standing about 6 steps away from the older man.
Stile’s knew that he should tell him to leave, tell Derek to fuck off after the
shit he has pulled. He was the reason that Stiles felt as though he was going
crazy.
But Derek hadn’t come to him.
His wolf had.
“Alpha?” Derek’s body shook and before Stile’s could comprehend what was
happening he was pushed up against the wall, Derek body pressed hard against
his own.
His lips pressed to Stiles hard and passionate. His tongue invading Stiles’s
mouth fighting for dominance and easily forcing Stiles to submission.
Stile’s moaned and Derek withdrew from his mouth and buried his head in
Stiles’s neck. “Mate.”
Stiles felt his jeans get ripped from his body which at any other time would
have seriously pissed Stiles off since he wasn’t a fan of buying new clothes,
but this just turned Stiles on more.
Stiles loved how strong Derek was. He loved that he was powerful and could
pretty much do anything to Stiles.
He was so screwed.
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 Stiles’s was ashamed of himself.
He felt like a cheater.
Which is exactly what he was.
Derek had fucked him for the last three nights and despite the shame he felt
every time when he woke up alone in his bed the next morning, he still allowed
Derek to come to him again.
He couldn’t stop himself.
It was like he was possessed with something.
Something that craved Derek.
He needed Derek inside of him.
He needed his wolf.
And he knew that if anyone found out about it, even Derek himself, then that
would be the end to what was happening between them.
Scott would never forgive him, Malia would hate him and Derek might just
actually kill him.
He would be tossed out of the pack and left to fend for himself.
If Stile was smart, he would cut things of with Derek’s wolf. He knew that the
wolf would never take Stiles against his will, all he would need to do was say
no.
But he wouldn’t.
He couldn’t.
Stile’s was incapable of saying no to the wolf which left him in the
predicament he was in
He needed to talk to Malia. None of this was fair on her, she didn’t deserve
someone as fucked up as Stiles.
It was Saturday now and he knew that today would be the best time to talk to
her. It would give her time hate him, to maybe hit him and then wallow before
they would have to see each other at the pack meeting on Monday.  
Stiles hoped that she wouldn’t need too long to get over the words that Stiles
was about to say.
Stiles wanted to do this as painless as possible. Stiles had been Malia’s first
true friend in Beacon Hills and he didn’t want their friendship to be thrown
away.
The drive up to Malia’s house at 11:30am had left Stiles jittery yet he knew
that this was the right thing to do.
Stile’s pulled up and parked in his usual spot before slowly getting out of the
car and walking to the front door. His heart was racing and he was taking a few
deep breaths to calm himself
Stiles knocked on the door, even though the Coyote girl probably heard him
before he even drove up to her drive way. She probably thought he had come to
apologise and beg for her forgiveness after he had been a bastard to her by
avoiding her calls and messages.
Stiles waited and after a few minutes the front door of the Tate residence
opened and Malia stepped out with a smirk on her face, waiting for Stiles to
say something.
“Hi.” Malia smiled.
God, she was beautiful. Stiles didn’t understand why things had to be like
this.
He loved Malia, he really did. However, for the longest time, Stiles has had an
emptiness in his heart that was never filled. Not even by Malia.
Only by him.
“Hey Stiles, I was wondering when-“
“Malia, we need to talk.” The beautiful WereCoyote looked at him with surprise.
Despite her lack of social skills even Malia knew that those four words were
never a good sign.
Stiles wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans, trying to gain some Gryffindor
courage. Stiles took a deep breath. He had to do this, there was no other
choice.
“I’m gay.”
Chapter End Notes
     Third chapter is complete!
     Sorry that I took my time, I have just started a new job so I was
     waiting for my inspiration to hit me!
     Hope you all enjoyed the new chapter. Sorry if it is a bit confusing
     with the scent and Derek’s reactions but I promise everything will be
     explained soon.
     Ciao
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