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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale_&_Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski/Noah_Stilinski, Claudia_Stilinski,
      Talia_Hale, Laura_Hale, Cora_Hale, Rafael_McCall, Melissa_McCall, Scott
      McCall, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Werewolves, Vampires, Soulmates, turning, Knotting, Self-Lubrication,
      Mpreg, Possessive_Behavior, Possessive_Sex, Loss_of_Virginity, Sexual
      Tension, unprotected_sex, alternative_universe, Alpha_Derek_Hale
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-17 Updated: 2017-02-19 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2901
****** Luring in An Alpha ******
by XOXOBlockMania_21
Summary
     Stiles Stilinski finds himself drawn in to Derek Hale's dark world,
     A world that Derek does not want him to be apart of,
     Yet, he can't seem to push the endearing human away...
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** 1×Trouble *****
Bright rays of light shone down from the moon upon the quiet earth. At least
Derek Hale wished it was. But things never stayed quiet or sane since he'd
first arrived to Beacon Hills. To which it only seemed to get worse after he'd
met Scott McCall and his best friend Stiles Stilinski.
Scott was okay with him but Stiles was trouble.
Big trouble.
Mate trouble.
Yes, he was. Derek's perfect other half was none other than Stiles himself.
Although the high schooler was unfortunately human. So he could not feel the
bond that had been connecting them together since Derek had first met the
gangly bodied teenager.
Derek was an Alpha born werewolf. His wolf side more feral than human. At
times. Especially during a full moon when it was harder for him to keep his
animalistic side under his control. The side of him that demanded that he mate
Stiles already and be done with it. But Derek was a very forethoughtful, bound,
and determined man. And no one was going to change his mind. Not even Stiles,
but they could try.
He didn't know how long he was staying there so he kept himself out of the
sight of others after meeting with Sheriff Stilinski. At least most of the
time. Then he moved himself in to one of the properties still owned by his
family. It was a large penthouse apartment. Although he didn't have much. Nor
did he ever need much of anything else besides clothes here and there and
groceries every now and then.
Everything was going semi okay for him until Stiles had came to see him one
night while he was preparing to cook himself his dinner for the night. The
doorbell had rung and he'd flinched a bit at the sound of it. Almost cautious
enough not to answer it. Nevertheless, he left the kitchen heading towards the
door to see who it was. He didn't have a peephole so he wasn't certain a 'who
it is' would work.
He hesitantly unlocked the door and it swung open hard with Stiles speeding
past him to get inside of his apartment. He had no idea how the kid even knew
where he lived in the first place. Not even the mailman knew where he lived and
they had to deliver his mail to him.
He shut the door with a sigh turning back to glance at his unexpected and
uninvited guest to find Stiles already gone from his sight. That is until he
heard the sound of banging pots in his kitchen. So with another ungracious
sigh, he made his way back in to his kitchen finding Stiles fixing up a meal
for him. On that one, he was not so sure of.
Stiles asked him busy stress cooking like he normally does at his own home or
at the McCall's place, "Do you have any carrots in here?"
Derek replied, carefully observing Stiles' odd behavior crossing his arms over
his chest as he glared at him, "Yeah, in the refrigerator in one of the bottom
draws."
"Thanks. Good to know." Stiles countered heading over to the refrigerator. He
pulled open the doors searching the draws for the specific vegetable that he
needed to make the meal his was trying to stress cook.
"What are you doing here, Stiles?" was not the question he had intended to ask
but yet he had. His original intention was to ask him how had he obtained his
home address when he remembered who the kid's father was. The sheriff. Noah
Stilinski.
"My dad said that he wanted me to stay with you while he and my mom made a
visit to see my sick grandparents. Emphasis on the sick part. Unfortunately for
me they will not be back home until the weekend. Dad would've asked you this in
person himself except for the fact that they had already left while I was still
in school and you were busy with your work or something. Isn't that a great
idea, dude? You as my babysitter? Might I remind you that I am not a baby. For
one, I am sixteen years old! And I can't believe that they told me all this in
a text! Like really man! Not cool!" Stiles scoffed in his sarcastic drawl with
the annoyed roll of his eyes.
He could not believe the audacity of his parents! Leaving like that while he
was still in school no less. Only leaving behind a measly text for him to read
over. What kind of animals did he have for his parents? The nerve! They most
definitely needed their parental license revoked! Not that Derek was a bad
taste of guardian for him for the rest of the school week until they returned
home on Saturday morning.
"Whoa! Whoa, wait a minute! Sheriff Stilinski wants me to babysit you? His
sixteen year old son? While he is visiting your sick grandparents with your mom
until the weekend? Am I getting this all right?" Derek asked with thickly
furrowed brows as he finally caught on to what the peeved off teenager was
saying to him. The boy was quite a talker! It was a wonder that he understood
him at all.
"Yes, you are dead on my friend! So I am stuck with you until then." Stiles
snorted then continued to move around the kitchen for the ingredients and
cooking items he would need for their meal. If he couldn't cook at home, then
he would do it here even if Derek had a slight problem with it. That was just
his deal! Not his.
"Why can't you stay over at the McCall's for the rest of week?" Derek
inquiried, tilting his head to the side while constantly watching the younger's
expert movements around his kitchen.
"Dad thinks I'll get distracted from my schooling since it's not the weekend
yet. So that's a big no! He wants someone who does not play around to watch me.
And you just so happen to be the perfect choice of animal for that. I'm sorry
for being a bother for you, man." Stiles answered in a honest manner feeling
the elder's eyes all over his body. It sent hot and cold shivers tumbling up
and down his spine. He didn't know if he liked the feeling or if he was more
irked by it than anything else but he let the silent sensation of it gently
roll over him.
"Fine, but I have a few ground rules to lay down with you." Derek huffed and
Stiles turned to face him once again, a glare lurking in the deeps of his eyes.
"Like what? Don't overstep your boundaries with me. Because I think that we are
a little bit past that mark already. Don't you think, buddy ol' pal!" Stiles
retorted voice laced in clear exasperation bringing forth his sarcasm once
more. Then it was Derek's turn to roll his eyes. At him that is.
Derek easily came back with, laying out the ground rules for his apartment,
"No. Just keep this place clean. Do your school work. Come in at your appointed
curfew's time because I know that your dad gave you one. If you ever have any
company over, keep them inside your room. I don't want to see them unless they
are making a run to the facilities. Don't ever go in to my room. You won't like
what may happen if you do. And above all stay safe when you are not under my
roof. That is all that I will ever ask of you."
Stiles agreed to the man's rules kicking him out of his own kitchen all at the
same time whilst doing so, "Perfectly reasonable. Dinner will be ready in less
than fifteen minutes. Now get out of the kitchen! I don't care if you're the
owner of this place. Because while I am here, this space belongs to me, Mr.
Hale. Now get out!"
"Noted." Derek gave a hard gruff noise as he left the kitchen heading towards
his in-home office next to his bedroom. He entered it filling his time with his
current work load. After dinner was ready, he would show Stiles where his own
temporary bedroom for the rest of the week was located but right now he still
had some work to do until then.
***** 2×Merciless *****
Fangs. Sharp edged fangs glistened like white semigloss under the pale glow of
the street light overhead. A shrill scream echoed in to the eerie night
alerting ears built to hear its call. Creepy snake-like hissing ensued as the
scream slowly dissipated from the tight spaced atmosphere.
Suddenly, with that, a body drops on to the cold ground in a dark alleyway near
the street light. Hard. The person is dead. No longer in existence. It is a
female. And two puncture holes stand out against the pale flesh of the right
mound of her breasts.
Fangs now covered in the substance crimson in color flashed in the night.
Another victim. Another dead body to count added on to the long lists of
endeavors. An eerie sounding chortle carried in through the cool night air.
The hunger had been sated for a few more days. This would buy him a little more
time to regroup and better adjust to their reason for coming to Beacon Hills.
In a blink of an eye, the creature fled the newly crafted crime scene. Taking
all of the evidence of him being there with him as he does.
He wanted it to be found, but not right away. If it were, that would destroy
all of his plans. And needed everything to go his way when the time called for
it. If it didn't, he would be marked with a visible target on his back. As the
smell of death increased in the height of the chilling night air, he vanished
in a large bodied cloud of gray smoke.
Derek watched Stiles as he roamed inside of his kitchen cabinets for whatever
he had decided to make them for breakfast. The Alpha found it amusing that his
mate- the young human being- still wanted to cook their breakfast when he knew
that it would just make him late for school. He actually felt a sense of pride
at the motherly and housewifely nature of his little mate.
Of course he had still tried to deter the younger male from his chosen task
like a good guardian should. To which Stiles had only rewarded him with a nice
sized glare for his efforts. And gained him a reprimanding reciting of the
importance of a good healthy homecooked meal no matter the menu or time of day,
apparently. Yet he ignored everything that had been said to him with perfect
ease on his part.
"Stiles, you're going to be late for school." Derek uttered capturing the
occupied human's attention towards himself again trying to give him an out on
cooking him any food at all.
"I think that my academic record can speak for itself, for how late to school I
can be, Derek." Stiles sassed back to him with another hard glare lining
against his eyes and Derek clearly got his massage as he put up his arms in
defense of his words.
"If you say so. But don't come home whining to me about your ass being sent to
detention for being so late." Derek easily came back with, teasing the annoyed
teenager just a little bit. A lop-sided grin now in place over his lips as he
does.
"Don't worry about that, Derbear. I can just tell them that I had to feed my
brand new puppy if that happens to fail me." Stiles cheekily countered with,
teasing the elder back as well. A bright smile slipping over his mouth when he
does.
Derek quirked a prefect eyebrow up at him like he was not making any clear
sense with the things he was currently saying or that he'd all of a sudden lost
his mind, "Derbear? A puppy? Really, Stiles."
Stiles mockingly gloated with a sarcastic tease lingering within his own voice
in retort, "Yeah, don't you know? His name is Derek Hale. Duh."
"You should know right now that if you weren't making me breakfast right now, I
would have already pummeled you to death for such insulting words." Derek bit
out, a waggish snarl in place over his perfectly made lips. His eyes
continuously observing Stiles's every move around the kitchen until he is done
with cooking and has placed their respective food down upon the kitchen table.
"I'd love to see you try. Now shut up and eat. I only have fifteen minutes to
get to school on time and besides that fact, you're driving me there, Mister!"
Stiles muttered, a light blush creeping on to his pale cheeks at the
realization that he'd just been checking the elder man's lips out when he'd
just chosen to speck back to elder male as he slightly joked with him.
He could only hope that the elder hadn't. But that would just be too much to
even ask for because Derek was just that- Derek. He had always seemed to notice
things. This would be no different for him to do so as well.
They ate at the table sitting across from one another, amusingly playful banter
being thrown back and forth between them. Derek never mentioned the change in
coloring of Stiles's cheeks and he was slightly grateful for that.
Over all, they had enjoyed a nice breakfast together. Stiles had to leave for
school, making sure to take his adderall before he does. He was late but
completely satisfied with himself because he had made sure that Derek had eaten
a good healthy breakfast before the elder was to start his day. And it truly
put him at ease. Just a bit.
He walked in to his first period class to be accosted by his teacher and then
his very own best friend wondering why he was actually late to class for the
first time all of a sudden. One of which he wished wasn't such a complete hard
ass. The other he decided to glare at once he was officially settled in to his
seat at his school desk.
Scott pouted at him as he mumbled out a quick partial truth for his lateness to
school to his teacher. And a quick I'll tell you later to his best bud in whole
wide world as class finally began. Luckily, without him receiving a pass to
detention after school. He was totally going to throw that one in Derek's face
when he got later today. Or maybe he should call him during his lunch hour?
Oh, how fun that be would given that fact that the elder's guardianship over
him had also came with gaining the older male's private cell phone number. For
a emergencies only! But who was Derek kidding? Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski
was not only using his number for emergencies but for himself as well and he
damn well knew it!
Ignoring his thoughts and Scott's constant pouting, Stiles settled down in to
his teachers boring mundane lecture. Or at least he had tried to that but ended
doodling away Derek's name in his notebook until the end of class. When the
bell had finally rung announcing the end of their torture, Stiles had gathered
up his belongings and headed out of the classroom with Scott hot on his trail.
They worked side by side until they stood before Stiles' own locker.
Scott asked the question that he'd been dying to ask since he'd first seen his
best buddy roll in to class late for the first time ever, "So, dude why were
you late to school today?"
Stiles gave him an answer, "I had to feed my brand new puppy. Well, he's not
really new. But I just acquired him or rather he just acquired me since my
parents are going to gone for the entire weekend visiting my sick grandparents.
Don't know why they wouldn't take me as well! I am their only grand child. Am I
not?"
Scott frowned after Stiles's words sunk in to his brain, "Wait just a sec,
Robin! You have a new puppy and your parents aren't in town and you wait to
tell me all of this now!"
Stiles snorted in counter, "Yes, batman, I did. Because first of all, I didn't
know that my parents where going anywhere until my dad text me and they were
already long gone by then!"
"Back up another sec! Did they just leave you home all alone for the entire
weekend?" Scott questioned him almost sounding hopeful about something and
Stiles sure hoped that it wasn't about throwing a party at his house while his
parents where away. Because unfortunately for Scott that idea did not bode well
with him. Not one bit!
"No, Scott. They did not. They are way too smart for that." Stiles murmured
with a snort and a glare thrown his best friend's way.
"In that case, who did they leave in charge of watching over you for the
weekend?" Scott quirked up a confused eyebrow at him in retort.
"Derek..." Stiles let out in a whispered murmur back to him loving the shocked
expression now marring his best friend's face.
End Notes
     I hope this is okay. I tried. This is my first time writing for this
     fandom so wish me luck! ^^
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