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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Melissa_McCall/Sheriff_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Melissa_McCall, Scott_McCall, Sheriff
      Stilinski, Agent_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Fake/Pretend_Relationship, First_Time, Fuck_Or_Die, Consent_Issues,
      Dubcon_or_Noncon_Moirallegiance, Pheromones, Derek_and_Stiles_are_Mates,
      Virgin_Stiles, Werecat_Stiles, bromance_derek_melissa, Stiles_gaybar,
      BAMF_Sheriff_Stilinski, BAMF_Papa_Stilinksi, drag_queen_mamas
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-11 Updated: 2014-02-09 Chapters: 5/? Words: 13797
****** Subtle Subterfuge ******
by Sterekismyotp
Summary
     This is a sterek fanfic!
     “You want me to kiss Scott's Mom? Are you Insane!?” Derek shoved
     Stiles against the wall. “No Stiles. I’ve gone along with the dates,
     being there every time Agent McCall came sniffing around, but I’m not
     kissing her!” he growled, nose to nose with Stiles.
     Stiles squeaked, his arms flailing when Derek got into his personal
     space. This was getting dangerous, and he wasn’t talking about Derek
     hurting him. “Come on, Derek. Think about it. He’s just seen you guys
     together, maybe holding hands. He’s seen courting behavior, he hasn’t
     seen anything serious! The man isn’t going to give up unless he sees
     something like that!”
     Derek’s eyes dipped down staring at Stiles' lips for a blink of a
     second before letting him go, growling. “I swear to God, if this
     doesn’t work, I’m going to kill you Stiles.”
Notes
     *edit* 02/09/2015 - This fic is on hold for a good while. I just have
     so many other projects that I'm much more motivated and interested in
     finishing. One of my good friends still wants me to finish it so I
     will definitely come back one day and finish this but for now it is
     on hold.
     This Fic is checked by my lovely BETA Lyiint and My wonderfull
     Cheerleader FaeryCastle
     tags will possibly change as the story progresses.
     And guys I LOVE COMMENTS! So please dont be shy I love feedback and
     chatting with people who took the time to read my fanfic. This is my
     very first fanfic. No characters ever gave me enough feels to want to
     write stuff before Sterek!
***** Agent McCall has to go *****
Chapter Summary
     “Dude! What is Derek doing with my mother!”
     Stiles stopped a hairsbreadth from bumping into Scott, where he stood
     frozen in his tracks.
     Derek was standing at the McCall’s doorstep with Melissa putting her
     jacket on, and good lord did he have his charm on.
     He smiled at Melissa while he slipped a stray lock of hair back
     behind her ear, and took her hand in his. They both smiled at each
     other completely ignoring Scott, Stiles, and Agent McCall who was
     pulling in! Damn Derek and his werewolf senses. The man was a genius!
Chapter Notes
     This Fic is checked by my lovely BETA Lyiint :).
 
Stiles ground his teeth.  His hand was on Scott's arm, more mentally than
physically holding him back while they stood huddled in the hallway watching
Agent McCall as he tried to worm his way back into the McCall Household, and it
definitely wasn’t to see Scott. He knew that look. He was sniffing at Melissa
McCall’s skirts, well Scrubs right now since she had just finished a shift. She
didn’t look very comfortable and she was obviously trying to get him to leave,
but he didn’t seem to be having any of it. Asshole…
“What the hell does he think he’s doing?” Scott angrily whispered in a low
growl.
Stiles saw Scott's eyes start to glow, and could see that maybe it was time to
jump in, since the last thing he needed was his best friend wolfing out in
front of his federal agent father.  Ever since he had come back to Beacon
Hills, it seemed Scott was always a hairs breath away from wolfing out at his
father. 
He tried to pull Scott back, but he wasn't going to have any luck when he was
wolfing out. All it caused was a scuffle, and both of them falling into the
middle of the hallway while still arguing in whisper tones.
A loud clearing of throat made both of them freeze and turn toward the noise to
see both Mrs. McCall and Agent McCall staring back at them.
“Heeeeyyy!.. We were just uh… “Stiles scratched at his neck and flailed his arm
while still on the floor with Scott.
He stared at Melissa while her mouth opened and closed like a fish for a minute
before she literally saved their lives.
“That’s right, curfew! I’m supposed to be driving you home! “
Scott and Stiles stood from the ground and dusted themselves off.
“Isn’t that Stiles' Jeep in the driveway?” Agent McCall asked with a raised
brow.
“It’s uh… passed inspection. Yeah! It’s parked here till I can get it to the
garage! Nice seeing you again Agent McCall, but we have to go before I, you
know, get caught out after curfew.”
Agent McCall opened his mouth to say something else, but Melissa slammed the
door shut before he could say anything. He always knew he liked her.
“Thanks,” Scott said with a relieved smile.
Melissa sighed, looking more tired than he’d ever seen her, and he had seen her
at some pretty high levels of tired. He slept over quite often, and had seen
her come off of some pretty brutal shifts at the hospital.
“No problem,” she said, waving him off. “That guy really has some nerve.”
Stiles knew something had to be done. He couldn’t stand to see his best friend
or his best friend’s mothers suffer like they were right now.  Agent McCall
wasn’t getting the hint that Melissa wasn’t interested, and it had to stop.
An idea popped into his head. Melissa needed to be attached so he would take
the hint. It needed to be someone so hot that Agent McCall would crawl back to
lick his wounds and crushed ego. Stiles had the perfect person in mind.
 
 
 
Derek Hale
 
--
Derek Glowered at him. “No, absolutely not, Stiles. It’s not happening.” 
“Come on man. She’s miserable, and every time he’s around, Scott almost wolfs
out! It can’t keep going on like this. He’s a danger to the packs and just a
plain asshole.  He really needs to go. Since you can’t kill a federal agent,
this is the next best thing!” Stiles paced back and forth, flinging his arms in
the air while he made his point. He might or might not have taken a little bit
too much Aderol while trying figure out how to make his plan work.
“I can’t pretend to be interested in Melissa McCall,” Derek Deadpanned.
“Yes you can. I’ve seen you put on the charm! Come on.  You’re a sexy beast
when you try to be charming. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten when you
distracted that Deputy!”
Something flashed behind Derek’s eyes when Stiles gave his spiel on him being a
sexy beast when charming, which Stiles couldn’t read, but Derek finally sighed
deeply and agreed to the plan.
Styles did a happy dance, then they went down to business of planning how
things would go down.
“Alright for this to be realistic enough to fool a Federal Agent, no one can
know about this except for you, me, and Melissa. Not even Scott can know.
Especially Scott. He really doesn’t have the best poker face.
 
 
Derek Snorted in agreement.
“You’re going to have to get to Melissa while Scott isn’t around to eavesdrop
with his wolf hearing and talk to her about the plan. From the way she was
reacting to him, she’s definitely going to be okay with this plan. “
Derek nodded, being his regular brooding self.
 Stiles knew it was mainly just a front to hide his emotions, and what he
really was thinking. He had been around him long enough to slowly pierce
through that prickly exterior to glimpse what was really inside. He was
definitely more than his dark brooding, sour, buff, sexy, sexy self. He caught
himself ogling the skin on Derek's lower abdomen that appeared when he lifted
his hand to scratch at his neck, his throat going dry. Okay, so he had the hots
for a Werewolf Alpha. He knew nothing would ever come of it. It was only
slightly more...okay, much worse than having the hots for Lydia Martin. In this
case, if he didn’t get out of here soon, Derek would be able to smell how
turned on he was.
“It’s, Uh… Getting late. I better,” Stiles said, flailing his arms towards the
exit.  “School tomorrow and...uh...all that.”
Derek nodded, raising an eyebrow, but not saying anything.
“And...uh...the curfew, and I mean, I have homework and stuff, and its not like
I can stay here all night.  I have a life,” he rambled on nervously.
Derek glowered at him.  “Go home, Stiles!”
“Yeah, home, exactly where I’m going.” Stiles grabbed his book bag and bolted
out of the warehouse.
As Stiles hopped into his Jeep, he sighed deeply. This was getting to be a
problem. He actually liked spending time with Derek. He didn’t know when, but
the fear he once had, and the arguing, had slowly turned into something else. 
Stiles snorted to himself. Yeah, he had Stockholm syndrome. Truth of the matter
was he really liked Derek, liked spending time with him, and this attraction
was putting a cramp into things. The last thing he needed was for Derek to
smell the lust on him. Lord knows it made for awesome dreams, but reality was
another story.
---
“Dude! What is Derek doing with my mother!”
Stiles stopped a hairsbreadth from bumping into Scott, where he stood frozen in
his tracks.
Derek was standing at the McCall’s doorstep with Melissa putting her jacket on,
and good lord did he have his charm on.
He smiled at Melissa while he slipped a stray lock of hair back behind her ear,
and took her hand in his.  They both smiled at each other completely ignoring
Scott, Stiles, and Agent McCall who was pulling in! Damn Derek and his werewolf
senses. The man was a genius!
“I…I think that he’s taking your mother on a date.” Stiles was so pleased with
himself that it took everything he had to keep his face in a mask of shock in
support of his best friend.
Scott rushed over to his mother’s side when Agent McCall stepped out of his
vehicle.
“Mom…what are you doing with Derek?” Scott ground out, fuming.
“I could ask the same thing,” Agent McCall piped up, following behind Scott.
Scott turned on his dad snarling.  “Shut up.  You’re not part of this family,
and you don’t get to ask questions!”
“I am your father, and I have every right to...“
“Guys! Stop it!” Melissa stated forcefully, cutting in mid-argument.
Derek grabbed Scott by the back of the neck, pulling him back when he tried to
lunge forward. 
“Derek and I are going out on a date. Scott, you are going to accept this, or
so help me God, I will have you grounded until you are off to college.” Melissa
turned to her former husband.  “You,” she said, pointing her finger, “we are
divorced, and it is none of your business whom I date.”
“Don’t wait up!” Derek grinned and let go of Scott’s neck, ruffling his hair.
Melissa started walking towards the sleek black Camaro, and Derek caught up,
putting his arm possessively around her.  He opened the door and settled her
in, then moved to his own door. Once settled in, he leaned over Melissa to the
open window of his car and grinned.
“Nice meeting you Agent McCall.”
The car came to life with a loud purr and sped off.
 
 
It took everything Styles had not to break into a huge grin or pump his fist in
the air when Derek drove off.
Scott and Agent McCall stood rooted in place for a minute, then turned to stare
at each other, looking like they were going to say something,  Neither did, so
they both parted ways. Scott headed for the door, Agent McCall for his car.
Stiles rushed to follow Scott, knowing he was in for an earful, but he was
Scott’s best friend. Since it was his fault this was going on, the least he
could do was listen to his best friend bitch and moan.
“What the hell does he think he’s doing!? That’s my mother!  He can’t date my
mother. No way in hell is this happening! I’m going to kill him!”
“Calm down, Scott. What if they actually really like each other? Do you want to
be responsible for hurting someone your mom cares about? I mean, she hasn’t
exactly dated these last few years.”
“No way in hell Derek is interested in my mother. He’s playing with her to get
to me!”
“Come on, Scott. Why would Derek do that? He’s an ass, but he’s kind of our
friend now. He has no reason to play your mom, and your mother knows all about
werewolves now, so she knows what she’s getting into.”
Scott deflated and rubbed a hand over his face, shoulders hunched.  “She’s my
mom, Stiles.”
Stiles slapped him on the back and then gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I
know, but give them a chance. You don’t have to like it. No one expects you to
like it, but hey, it’s better than your dad getting back in the picture to hurt
your mom again.”
Scott sighed deeply. “I still don’t like it, and I’m never talking to him
again.”
Stiles nodded. “That’s expected. Now come on, I’m going to kick your ass at
Halo.”
“Dude, I’m totally going to own you!”
“Yeah, right! You definitely own me on physical strength, but I still kick your
ass at video games,” Stiles said while laughing.
Scott laughed too, while they both rushed to Scott’s bedroom.
***** A friend is made *****
Chapter Summary
     Melissa squeezed his hand again then let go. “Besides, I think Stiles
     likes you too.”
     The Camaro's tires squealed loudly when Derek hit the brakes. He
     pulled over onto the shoulder and then turned to Melissa in shock,
     his eyebrows pulled down low in a scowl. “I have no idea what you’re
     talking about.”
     Melissa smiled gently. “It’s okay, but I can hear the affection in
     his tone whenever he talks about you. He probably doesn’t even
     realize it either. I’ve just known him for so long that I can tell. I
     figured the only reason you would have agreed to his plan was if you
     liked him just as much.”
     Derek felt his palms go clammy. It was just his luck that Scott’s mom
     was a goddamn psychic. He took a deep breath, trying to find the
     right words. “Stiles has been hurt enough. He’s human and fragile,
     and I’m an alpha. His dad almost died because of my screw up. It
     could never work, even if I was interested in him…which I’m not”
     Melissa smiled knowingly and then nodded thankfully, letting it go.
     “So where are we eating?”
Chapter Notes
     Edited by my BETA the lovely Lyiint :)
 
Derek felt the Camaro hum under him, the sleek beast purring while he put it
through its paces.
Melissa laughed, turned toward  him and grinned. “Thank you for doing this. I
honestly didn’t know what else to do. Your plan is probably the only chance I
have to get rid of him.”
Derek chuckled lightly, feeling comfortable with Melissa. “Thank Stiles when
you get the chance. It was his plan.”
Melissa eye's widened slightly in surprise, and then she laughed. “It does
sound like one of his plans. Only this time it makes complete sense.”
They grinned at each other and fell into companionable silence. Derek liked
Melissa. The woman was brave and had taken her son being a werewolf rather
well, all things considered. She reminded him of his older sister.
“So where are you taking me on our date? I’m kind of worried about others
thinking I’m a, what did Scott call it?  Oh yeah, a cougar. I’m old enough to
be your mother.”
Derek choked out a laugh. “I was thinking we'd go for dinner and then walk down
the beach holding hands? We need to be seen in public for this to be
believable. I also have a feeling Agent McCall isn’t going to give up, and is
going to be watching us. He seems the persistent type.”
“He is nothing if not that. I’m sorry about putting you in this situation. I
know you could be spending time with someone you’re actually interested in, or
doing something werewolf related.”
Derek shrugged, keeping his eyes on the road. “Pack activity has been pretty
slow lately. After all that happened, we decided it was good for everyone to
take a break and de-stress. We still meet weekly. As for someone I’m interested
in, that person is better off not knowing. People I love tend to get hurt
around me.”
Melissa moved her hand to Derek’s, squeezing it gently. ”Scott and Stiles have
told me some of what happened. You do know none of that was your fault, right?”
Derek shrugged, but stayed quiet.
“I mean it, Derek. I know it’s probably none of my business, but I know if it
was Scott I wouldn’t ever want him to end up alone because he was scared to try
again. If you find that right person, don’t be scared to try.”
Derek swallowed tightly, and after a moment, nodded.
Melissa squeezed his hand again then let go. “Besides, I think Stiles likes you
too.”
The Camaro's tires squealed loudly when Derek hit the brakes.  He pulled over
onto the shoulder and then turned to Melissa in shock, his eyebrows pulled down
low in a scowl. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Melissa smiled gently. “It’s okay, but I can hear the affection in his tone
whenever he talks about you. He probably doesn’t even realize it either. I’ve
just known him for so long that I can tell.  I figured the only reason you
would have agreed to his plan was if you liked him just as much.”
Derek felt his palms go clammy. It was just his luck that Scott’s mom was a
goddamn psychic. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “Stiles
has been hurt enough. He’s human and fragile, and I’m an alpha. His dad almost
died because of my screw up. It could never work, even if I was interested in
him…which I’m not”
Melissa smiled knowingly and then nodded thankfully, letting it go. “So where
are we eating?”
“How about we go to the Diner? I hear their curly fries and burgers are great.
She gave out a full body laugh. “Yeah, you are totally into Stiles.”
Derek grunted and shifted, sending his car back onto the road toward the Diner.
The two of them falling once again into a companionable silence.
Lunch was a lot less of a chore than Derek had thought it would be. Melissa was
a lot of fun to talk to. They talked about her work and funny stories about
Scott and Stiles. He shared a few of his own Scott/Stiles stories which had
Melissa in stitches
Stiles had been right about the curly fries and burgers. The food was great,
the company even better. He would never fall in love with Melissa McCall, but
she reminded him so much of his older sister that it eased a part of him he
didn’t know he had been missing. He really liked spending time with her, and
felt that they could become really good friends.
Walking down the beach with Melissa wasn’t hard either. Being a werewolf,
touching was a natural thing between pack mates. Holding hands was no big deal.
If he was honest with himself, it was actually comforting. They talked more
about her hopes for Scott and she asked him questions about being a werewolf,
and what it would mean for Scott in the future.
At the end of the evening, he drove her home, walking her to the door after
noticing Agent McCall’s car staked out at the corner of the street.
Melissa smiled, turning toward him when they reached the door.  “Thank you for
the nice evening. It’s been very informative, and I had a good time.”
“I had a great time too. Thank you for coming with me,” Derek said, smiling
down at her.
Melissa stood up on her tiptoes, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then patted
it gently. “You’re a good guy, Derek. You deserve to be happy. Just remember
that.”
He nodded back at her while she walked into the house. He waited until he heard
the click of the lock before he walked toward his Camaro, waving at the hidden
Agent McCall with a cheeky grin.
His werewolf hearing caught McCall's curse before he turned the car on and
drove off.
***** Realisations *****
Chapter Summary
     “You want me to kiss Scott's Mom? Are you Insane!?” Derek shoved
     Stiles against the wall. “No Stiles. I’ve gone along with the dates,
     being there every time Agent McCall came sniffing around, but I’m not
     kissing her!” he growled, nose to nose with Stiles.
     Stiles squeaked, his arms flailing when Derek got into his personal
     space. This was getting dangerous, and he wasn’t talking about Derek
     hurting him. “Come on, Derek. Think about it. He’s just seen you guys
     together, maybe holding hands. He’s seen courting behavior, he hasn’t
     seen anything serious! The man isn’t going to give up unless he sees
     something like that!”
     Derek’s eyes dipped down staring at Stiles' lips for a blink of a
     second before letting him go, growling. “I swear to God, if this
     doesn’t work, I’m going to kill you Stiles.”
Chapter Notes
     This fic is edited by my lovely BETA Lyiint :)
 
 
 
Stiles parked in front of Derek’s Place. A week had gone by and Agent McCall
was still hanging around, obviously not getting the hint. Every time he showed
up, Derek was there.  He and Melissa went on multiple dates. Scott kept his vow
of not talking to Derek and was driving Stiles nuts complaining about it.  The
game needed to be stepped up a notch, and Stiles had the perfect plan. 
He stepped out of the car impatient about getting his plan into effect, rushing
into the warehouse, running up the stairs to Derek’s living space, and freezing
in place at the sight in front of him.
Derek was shirtless and was doing one arm chin-ups. Sweat gave him a golden
gleam in the moonlight.
Stiles really hoped that strangled whimper he heard didn’t come from him.
Derek’s eyes lifted to Stiles with a raised eyebrow.  “What do you want,
Stiles?”
“I, uh…” he mumbled, swallowing tightly, his throat suddenly dry, trying
extremely hard not to ogle Derek like a piece of meat with all those flexing
muscles. He wanted to rub his face all over his abs, dig his nails in them to
see how much give they would have, and dig his teeth into the curve of Derek's
hip. This really wasn’t helping his concentration.
Derek let go of the bar, landing on the floor silently and walked toward
Stiles, his eyebrow still raised. God, Derek could do sexy glower so well.
Stiles pulled himself forcefully out of his daydreams before he got seriously
in trouble.   “I have a plan to get Agent McCall to give up once and for all.
There’s a summer festival dance coming up this weekend. Take her as your date.
He’s guaranteed to be there. If you kiss her in public like that, he’ll
definitely take the hint that you’re serious,” Stiles rambled nervously without
taking a breath.
“You want me to kiss Scott's Mom? Are you Insane!?”  Derek shoved Stiles
against the wall. “No Stiles. I’ve gone along with the dates, being there every
time Agent McCall came sniffing around, but I’m not kissing her!” he growled,
nose to nose with Stiles.
Stiles squeaked, his arms flailing when Derek got into his personal space. This
was getting dangerous, and he wasn’t talking about Derek hurting him. “Come on,
Derek. Think about it. He’s just seen you guys together, maybe holding hands.
He’s seen courting behavior, he hasn’t seen anything serious! The man isn’t
going to give up unless he sees something like that!”
Derek’s eyes dipped down staring at Stiles' lips for a blink of a second before
letting him go, growling.  “I swear to God, if this doesn’t work, I’m going to
kill you Stiles.”
Stiles nervously made his way toward the exit. “This is going work, Derek, I
guarantee it! I have to go, lots of homework to do.”  He bolted down the stairs
before Derek could say a word. He wasn’t scared that Derek would hurt him; he
was scared that Derek could smell him. He knew that if Derek realized that he
was hot for him, he wouldn’t be able to be around him anymore. And that hurt
more than anything else he could think of.
--
The Bass thrummed loudly while bodies moved on the dance floor to the pulsing
beat. Stiles stood next to his dad, twitching nervously, his eyes scanning the
floor for Derek and Melissa. Scott had refused to go to the dance with him so
he was flying solo. He wanted to be there should anything go down. Agent McCall
was already settled in a corner, eyes scanning the crowd as well. As sheriff,
his dad was pretty much required to show up at these things. The politics of an
elected sheriff.
“Would you settle down stiles? you're fidgety, even for you,” his dad chastised
him.
Stiles sighed and nodded in agreement, trying to settle down.  “Sorry dad.”
His father nodded then suddenly stiffened, his eyes catching someone at the
entrance and his expression darkened with a scowl. “What is Melissa doing with
Derek Hale?”
Stiles eyed his dad with surprise. “They’ve been dating for about a week.”
“Like hell they have.” The sheriffs’ growl rivaled that of a werewolf.
Realization dawned on Stiles and his mouth fell open. “Wait, dad. You and Mrs.
McCall? Really? When did this happen!?”
The Sheriff sighed deeply. “After the Nematon. We’d been keeping it quiet
because we were worried that it might upset you and Scott.”
Oh shit. Stiles thought he had just made the hugest fuck up in history. He was
in so much trouble, and he was scared that Derek might just get shot. 
“Dad…there’s something you need to know.” 
Someone took that opportunity to cut in and start talking to his dad. Stiles
flailed his arms then started to literally vibrate with pent up energy. Just
his luck that his dad would take this time to start to schmooze.
The music turned from a hard thumping beat to a slow romantic song, and Stiles
watched Derek take Melissa into his arms right in sight of Agent McCall across
the hall. It was also right in direct sight of them.  Derek was looking into
her eyes smiling his thousand watt smile. Oh god he was putting it on thick.
The man was sex on legs. This was going to turn into a bloodbath.
Stiles urgently cut off his dads conversation.  “Dad, I really need to talk to
you, like now!”
“Just a minute, Stiles.  Can’t you see I’m talking to someone?”
Stiles dragged in a frustrated breath, and turned back to the couple, watching
in what seemed like slow motion when Derek’s hands slid down to pull Melissa
closer into his body, his head moving down to catch her lips with his. He saw
Agent McCall turn and storm out of the hall.  When he turned towards his dad,
he only saw an empty seat.
The Sheriff was halfway to the kissing couple before Stiles could get his feet
to move.
Stiles burst into a run when his dad grabbed Derek by the shirt, “What the fuck
do you think you’re doing?” he screamed, his fist clenched in Derek’s shirt.
“John, stop!” Melissa screamed, trying to grab hold of him.
Stiles grabbed his dad's arm, pulling him back. “Dad! Stop it! Let’s take this
outside!” 
Moving outside they found a spot away from onlookers and Stiles let go of his
dad.
The Sheriff launched himself at Derek.
Derek let him land each and every punch, not blocking a single hit.
“John, stop! This isn’t what you think!” Melissa cried, trying to get some
sense into the Sheriff
“Yeah, dad! This isn’t how it looks! It’s my entire fault!” Stiles screamed,
trying to grab his dad.
“How in the hell is it your fault, Stiles?” the Sheriff growled out, his hand
still firmly grasping Derek’s shirt. The punching had stopped at least, which
was a start.
“Agent McCall kept trying to get back into Melissa’s life, and he wasn’t taking
hints, so I begged Derek to pretend to date her so he would leave her alone.
When that didn’t work, I told him to try kissing her in public. I swear to God
 dad, I didn’t know you two were dating!” Stiles blurted out.
“It’s true,” Derek panted while a small trail of blood dripped from the corner
of his mouth.
“Why should I believe you?” John snorted, glaring at Derek.
“Because she’s not the one I’m attracted to,” Derek bit out roughly.
One of the Sheriff's eyebrows rose. “Then who are you attracted to?”
Derek’s eyes fell to Stiles, and he swallowed tightly.
It took a moment for Stiles to absorb what that stare meant. The shock was so
much that he lost his grip on his dad who also stared with wide eyes at Derek.
Did Derek Hale just admit he was attracted to him?
“My son?” The Sheriff exclaimed in disbelief.
Derek rolled his eyes before setting his gaze on the sheriff once again
nodding.
The sheriff Swung a second time with a bone jarring crack before Melissa
managed to pull him off of Derek.
 
Derek straightened his nose with the sound of cracking bone, blood dripping
from his mouth and nose while his bruises slowly faded.
Pain radiated in Stiles' chest when realization hit. Derek had been able to
smell him from the beginning. He shook his head in horror when Derek’s eyes
fell on him. There’s no way Derek was attracted to him. He  never once showed
it. Shock hit him; he was just saying that to get his dad to stop. Why would
Derek do that to him?
Derek took a deep breath and winced at something he smelled.
Stiles took three steps backwards before turning around and running towards his
Jeep.
“Stiles, wait!” Derek ran to Stiles, grabbing him by the upper arm to stop him.
Stiles lowered his head and took a deep breath and quietly asked “How long?”
“Stiles just give me a chance to...“
“How long, Derek?!” Stiles bellowed, making Derek flinch.
“From the beginning. The Miguel incident, the Kanima, I've always known. Please
just let me explain.”
Stiles shook his head roughly. “You could smell me; you knew how I felt, right
from the beginning.” He looked horrified.
Derek opened his mouth trying to interrupt, desperation on his face. “Stiles.”
“How could you, Derek? I thought we were friends. Yes, I’m attracted to you,
you knew that, but we were still friends. At least I thought we were. It’s one
thing to pretend to date Melissa, but to pretend to be attracted to me when you
knew how I felt!  Didn’t you think how I’d feel? Couldn’t you have thought of
something else?”  He whispered angrily, tears starting to fall down his cheeks.
Stiles clenched his fists, keeping his eyes staring at the ground.
Horror crept onto Derek’s face in realization of what Stiles thought. “Stiles
just let me explain.”
“No, Derek. I’ve heard enough.” Stiles sighed tiredly and turned toward his
jeep and jumped in. He started it and drove off, too hurt and tired to listen
to what the werewolf had to say.
 
***** Bitten *****
Chapter Summary
     His eyes connected with Stiles while his body writhed in dance, his
     movements primal and animalistic. He wasn't Derek, but the man was
     breathtaking.
     His eyes were a deep green that had Stiles so mesmerized, it took him
     a moment to notice the rest of the amazing package. His long mane of
     red hair was tied back and reached his lower back. It shimmered in
     the light like a living flame and the shadows did amazing things on
     his bare chest and abs. The man was ripped and his biceps bulged when
     he lifted his arms and twisted his torso while he danced. He also
     moved like a dream and was like sex on the dance floor. Especially
     with those black leather pants that were more like a second skin.
     He crooked his finger at Stiles, urging him to meet him on the dance
     floor.
     Stiles downed his drink and placed it on the bar, taking a deep
     breath before making up his mind. Sure, he had a little bit too much
     to drink, but Stiles had to move on and forget about Derek. He’d had
     enough of pining over people who would never love him back. First
     Lydia and then Derek. Stiles just wanted one night where someone
     would actually want him back. If he could finally get laid at the
     same time, that would be bonus points.
Chapter Notes
     Thank you to my Lovely Cheerleader FaerieCastle for reading my
     chapters for me and fangirling but also being dead serious about
     tweaks and keeping this realistic character wise. Your feedback is
     amazing!
     Thank you to my Lovely BETA Lyiint for editing this and being able to
     stand my grammar mistakes that I swear stem from my being french!
     I am SO HAPPY with this chapter you have no idea! I plan on going
     back through with my cheerleader and adding more to the first three
     chapters to make it more like this one :)
     And guys I LOVE COMMENTS! So please dont be shy I love feedback and
     chatting with people who took the time to read my fanfic. This is my
     very first fanfic. No characters ever gave me enough feels to want to
     write stuff before Sterek!
 
 
                   Introducing the sexy Alpha Werecat Marcus
                   Gorgeous Model Inspiration is john kenney
Stiles ignored the constant buzzing of his phone while he drove. He needed
someone to talk to, but he couldn’t talk to Scott or any of the others about
this. How the hell could he explain to them that he was secretly in love with
Derek? He just needed someone to rant to who wouldn’t judge him.  He was on
automatic and didn’t realize where he was going until he parked the Jeep in
front of an old brick apartment building that had seen better days. It wasn’t
decrepit, but it wasn’t a high end building either.  He heard Brittney Spears
and it brought a small smile to his face. Looks like Julia was home. 
He quickly answered his father’s panicked text letting him know he was okay,
and that he would see him later.  He rushed to the entrance, pressing onto the
fading number four to call her apartment,  pain starting to radiate in his
chest.  Stiles tried to hold himself together, but knew the shock as finally
starting to wear off.
“Yes?” A low sultry voice called out from the intercom.
“Hey, Julia, it's Stiles.  Can I come in?” Stiles stuffed his hands deep into
his pockets, curling slightly into himself and holding back a sniffle. A quiet
mantra of please don’t break down going through his head.
He heard the buzz indicating he could come in and he opened the door before
heading down the hallway. It was nicer than the outside. The carpets were
plush, and he could feel more than hear the soft muted sound of his steps while
he walked. The walls had a historic wallpaper and original trim. It reminded
him more of a hotel with the almost quiet muffled silence; like if you were to
open a door sound would come blaring out. The only thing that broke that
illusion was the slight smell of cabbage wafting from the Vietnamese neighbors
upstairs. He had spent plenty of time here with Julia and her friends since he
had started to realize he was gay. Julia didn’t judge, and she listened to his
frustrations about Derek with understanding.  He in turn accepted her and her
friends for who they were. He lifted his head looking toward the end of the
hallway and saw Julia waiting for him.
“Stiles, sweetie, what’s wrong?” She frowned in concern, the flawless makeup on
her caramel skin obviously fresh.  Her wig wasn’t on yet, leaving her in a
short buzz cut that was the only sign of her mundane persona, Jordan. She had a
tight dress on with purple sequins on the halter top which showed ample
cleavage, and a leather under bust corset and a long purple skirt riding high
on her thigh with stiletto boots that went up mid-thigh. Julia was nothing if
not brave. She was dressed to take on the town, if not the world.
“Sorry, I forgot its bar night.” Stiles gulped lightly and pointed towards the
exit. “I’ll just go.”
“I don’t think so honey! Get your cute ass in here, and tell me what’s wrong
before the girls and I wring it out of you.” That was his Julia. She definitely
didn’t mince words.
He nodded and she walked past him into the elegant apartment inside. Unlike the
hallway, the walls were painted cream.  The apartment was wall to wall hardwood
floors, original ceiling beams and molding.  The addition of guilt mirrors,
paintings, and plants made the apartment warm and full of personality.  Stiles
stopped to toe off his shoes, then made his way to the living room where the
rest of the girls were sitting on Julia’s antique sofa.  When their eyes fell
on him they immediately parted, both patting the cushion between them inviting
him to sit. He sat down without a word, his hands clenched against his knees
that were shaking lightly.
Julia sat herself next to him snugly, wrapping her arm around him. “Come on
honey, spill. This isn’t like you.”
“I’m a fucking idiot Julia,” Stiles choked out, tears finally coming to the
surface.
“Oh honey! Is this about Derek?” Julia wrapped her arms around him tightly,
allowing him to cry.
Stiles wrapped his arms around Julia, finally feeling comfortable enough to let
go of the emotions welling up inside him, and felt Maria's hand soothingly
rubbing his back. He sat like that crying and letting them soothe him for a
moment before he felt like he had calmed enough to explain what had happened.
“I already told you about the plan I had to get Scott's dad to leave his mom
alone? That went down tonight, but with a huge hang-up. I didn’t realize my dad
had been dating Scott’s mom. Dad lost it on Derek, and when we tried to get him
to realize he wasn’t attracted to Melissa, he used me as a scapegoat, as a
joke. He admitted he knew how I felt from almost the beginning, yet he used my
feelings to get himself out of trouble.  How am I supposed to ever face him
again?”
"Oh, sugar. Are you sure he meant it that way?" Julia sighed rubbing his arm
gently.
“I’m sure. Derek has never been attracted to me, and could barely stand me for
the longest time. I thought we were becoming friends. Maybe I was wrong.”
The girls all wrapped him up in a warm cocoon of hugs and kisses. Rubbing his
head gently and his back, murmuring gently that things would be okay. He let
himself be wrapped up in the comfort, thankful he had met these girls that
night they had gone to the gay bar to try to save Danny.
Julia sighed deeply. “Sweetheart, I’m not going to go on a rampage calling him
a rank bastard and bashing him, because I know that’s not what you want to
hear. No matter how much I’d love to stab him with my stiletto.”
Stiles laughed lightly, wiping the tears from his face and sniffling lightly.
“There’s that smile I love so much,” Julia said, tapping Stiles' chin gently.
 “Now you’re coming to the bar with us, no questions asked. This might not be a
breakup, but we are going to treat it as such. You were there for my breakup.
We’re going to get you drunk and dancing so you can forget your problems for a
bit.”
“I don’t exactly have the right clothes to go to the bar.” Stiles confidence
took a plummet looking down at his t-shirt and dress shirt he wore with a dress
jacket on top. It wasn’t exactly gay bar apparel.
“Nonsense!  Jaden, you’re Stiles' size.  Do you have any club clothing you
could lend our boy here?”
Jaden flicked her long hair back, eyeing him up and down, and then grinning.
“I’m going to pop upstairs and grab some clothes for him to try.”
Maria, who had snuck into the kitchen, came back with a huge wine glass filled
with a margarita for him. “Drink this sweetie. We are going to make you up, and
make sure you have a good time.”
Stiles took the glass, staring at it quietly for a moment before downing it.
Maria and Julia chuckling lightly before Julia took the empty glass from him.
“Come on, hun. Let’s get started on your hair.”
Stiles kept being fed drinks during the whole makeover. They had his hair
styled to perfection, spiked in a messy look as if he had just gotten away from
an extremely sexy make out session.
Jaden had arrived with an armful of clothes for him to try. That had taken
another hour. He felt like a doll while they dressed and undressed him, until
they finally all agreed on the black skinny jeans that fit him like a second
skin with a tight black wife beater. They stood him in front of the mirror and
Stiles stared in shock at what he saw.
Stiles would always be thin, but with lacrosse and the workouts he had been
doing with Derek and Scott, and fighting for his life, he had become quite
sculpted. His shoulders were much wider than they had been. His biceps toned
and defined, and you could see the definition of his abs through the thin wife
beater. He wasn’t built like Derek, but he was good looking, damn it! His lack
of self-confidence had forced him to hide it behind baggy t-shirts and hoodies
for too long.
“Honey, Derek is an idiot,” Julia stated, patting his bicep and grinning. Both
Maria and Jaden nodded in agreement.
Stiles turned to the girls took a deep breath and then looked at them with a
smile. “Ladies, let’s go clubbing!”
They hailed a cab to the club, and Stiles sat comfortably squished between
Jaden and Maria while Julia conversed with the cab driver up front. Jaden and
Maria’s arms were wrapped around his shoulders while they talked about last
weeks bar antics.
He enjoyed the closeness, almost craved it. He saw how the pack did things like
this and often felt like an outsider looking in, wishing he could join in the
famous aforementioned puppy piles where they often fell asleep in a tangled
mass of limbs. Derek had explained that it was second nature for their inner
wolves to want to bond by touch with their pack mates. Stiles craved touch
also, but never had the courage to admit it to his friends. Meeting the girls
had helped ease a little bit of that sting, since they were naturally very
tactile, Almost as bad as the werewolves for always having an arm around each
other, ruffling hair, a playful hip bump, or late night couch snuggles while
watching romantic comedies.  Stiles thrived on it.
When the cab pulled up to the club, they stepped out, heading to the lineup. 
They easily and quickly went through. Stiles didn’t even get razzed about his
age or the double check on his fake ID like he usually did. The bouncer eyed
Stiles, but just gave him a nod of approval and let him in. Stiles laughed to
himself. This whole dressing up thing had its perks.
When they stepped into the club, he felt the thumping bass envelop him, and
Stiles body thrummed to life wanting to be on the dance floor moving to the
beat.
The girls sashayed up to the bar and he followed closely. They had learned
early that Stiles was unable to order alcohol at the bar, so the girls always
bought him his drinks for him.
Julia passed him a cocktail of some sort. She liked to surprise him with
different types of drinks. They were always very sweet, and although Stiles
didn’t like admitting it, delicious.
He sipped it while looking out at the throng of gyrating bodies on the dance
floor. The crowd moved almost desperately to the pulsing beat and strobe
lights.
Julia bumped his shoulder with hers gently to get his attention. “That one has
his eye on you, and he’s scrumptious,” she said with a grin and a wink.
Stiles scanned the crowd until his eyes fell on the man that Julia had pointed
out.
His eyes connected with Stiles while his body writhed in dance, his movements
primal and animalistic. He wasn’t Derek, but the man was breathtaking.
His eyes were a deep green that had Stiles so mesmerized, it took him a moment
to notice the rest of the amazing package. His long mane of red hair was tied
back and reached his lower back.  It shimmered in the light like a living flame
and the shadows did amazing things on his bare chest and abs. The man was
ripped and his biceps bulged when he lifted his arms and twisted his torso
while he danced. He also moved like a dream and was like sex on the dance
floor. Especially with those black leather pants that were more like a second
skin.
He crooked his finger at Stiles, urging him to meet him on the dance floor.
Stiles downed his drink and placed it on the bar, taking a deep breath before
making up his mind. Sure, he had a little bit too much to drink, but Stiles had
to move on and forget about Derek. He’d had enough of pining over people who
would never love him back.  First Lydia and then Derek. Stiles just wanted one
night where someone would actually want him back. If he could finally get laid
at the same time, that would be bonus points.
Stiles made his way through the throng of gyrating bodies, the pulse of the
music enveloping him, his limbs starting to move to the beat. A shiver ran down
his spine the closer he got to the man who had never let his eyes move from
his.
The man's arms wrapped around Stiles when he reached him, moving him into a
fast pace dance with a grin. The pulsing beat and wild movements were just what
Stiles needed. His head dipped to Stiles ear his, wet hot breath making Stiles
shiver “Hey little kitten, my name’s Marcus.” He nipped at Stiles ear, gently
swiping it with his tongue. “What’s yours?”
Stiles bit back a moan, running his hands over Marcus' spectacular abs and
chest. “Stiles.”
Marcus reciprocated by sliding his hands under Stiles' wife beater, up his
spine and pulling him closer, sliding his knee between Stiles' legs into a
grind.
God, he smelled good.  Like fire smoke and sawdust, like the forest and
something wild. Stiles panted, his eyes glazing over slightly looking up into
Marcus' eyes.
Marcus' gaze turned feral and he leaned forward, ghosting his lips lightly with
Stiles', teasing them gently over his moist, hot breath, but not with the
tongue Stiles wanted.
Stiles bit back a whimper, letting his head fall back and his mouth open
invitingly for a kiss. His senses felt completely overwhelmed with the man’s
scent. His skin crawled with lust and desperation for a kiss he had no idea he
had wanted before. His head was feeling foggy with arousal as if his senses
were becoming dulled.
Marcus grinned, nibbling the side of Stiles mouth while he moved Stiles body in
a desperate grind to the beat of the music before finally giving in and moving
his mouth onto Stiles', his tongue finally sliding in to glide with Stiles, his
hands sliding down to grip Stiles' ass.
Stiles convulsed at the spicy flavor of the man’s kiss as if his body had been
electrified. He felt his hips desperately grinding against Marcus.  Biting back
a moan, panic starting to surge past the lust filled fog. This wasn’t normal
lust, he’d never been this desperate and out of control. Stiles felt drugged,
his body heavy.
Marcus shushed the alarmed whimper that bubbled from Stiles' lips “Relax
Stiles, just let yourself feel good. Feel how good we can be together. You’re
mine kitten.” His tongue slid down Stiles' throat, licking and kissing his way
to the crook where his neck met his shoulder and he bit down teasingly.
Stiles' vision blurred, his senses overwhelmed; it was too much, too good, yet
too wrong. He couldn’t make sense of what was happening anymore. Marcus was
touching him everywhere, the lights were blinding him, were they moving? Where
was Julia? He wanted to call out to the girls to help him, but his vocal cords
couldn’t work other than little whimpers and moans.
When Marcus' hand slid down to cup his cock, Stiles managed to snap out of it
enough to realize that somehow they were outside. How had they managed to get
outside of the bar? He sucked in a panicked breath. “Stop!”
Surprise registered on Marcus' face before he grinned. “Your blood is pumping
with my pheromones, and you’re still able to say no.” He chuckled sliding his
hand on the side of Stiles face. “I knew you’d be the one. I chose wisely.”
Stiles sucked in a breath, his skin crawling, yet every breath he took
shuddered with need. “Chosen for what?”
Marcus' eyes flashed red, his mouth opening to show his teeth slowly
lengthening into canines before he answered with a growl. “To be my mate.”
Stiles let out a scream when he felt teeth sink deep into his shoulder, his
body fighting viciously against the man’s grip. His whole body felt like it was
on fire, He begged for him stop, for someone to help him.
Marcus suddenly jerked back, his teeth forcefully ripping out of Stiles'
shoulder when he fell back
Stiles fell back in the opposite direction, pain shooting up his back when he
landed on his tailbone.  His eyes moved to where Julia stood, a Taser gripped
in both hands.
“Let’s go before recovers!” Julia screamed
Stiles didn’t have to be told twice. He got up, grabbed Julia by the hand and
ran towards the main road hoping a crowd would convince the alpha, whomever he
was, to give up pursuit.
“That motherfucker bit you! What the fuck! We need to call 911, get your Dad
over here, and get you to the hospital. You never know what he could have been
on or what kind of diseases he could have had!” Julia rambled in a panic.
“No hospital or calling my dad, Julia. I’m fine. I’ll call someone who can
help,” Stiles demanded, trying to calm Julia. The last thing they needed was
his dad getting killed by an alpha, and he knew this bite was nothing the
hospital could deal with. On automatic Stiles reached for his cellphone,
turning it on while he ran and dialing the number he knew by heart. Derek
answered within a ring.
“Where are you Stiles?” Derek sounded frantic.
Stiles could feel his body going into shock, he was having trouble taking in a
breath, and his speed was slowing. He wanted to say something, but nothing
would come out.  His chest felt like it was slowly seizing.
Julia grabbed the phone from Stiles and took over.  “I’m assuming this is
Derek?” she asked.  “Stiles is hurt. This crazy mother fucker at the bar
managed to get him out of our sight and cornered him outside and bit him. I
tased his ass, but I’m not sure it’s going to hold him long. Stiles looks like
he’s going into shock, and he can’t run much longer.”
 Julia listed off the streets and area where they were heading to Derek before
closing the cell phone, her gaze falling on Stiles. “Don’t worry honey, Derek
is on his way.”
Stiles stopped running, bending in half to gulp air into his lungs.
Julia stopped next to him with a worried look on her face. “Hurry Stiles, were
almost to the main street, we need to get out of the alley.”
Stiles nodded, taking one last gulping breath before heaving himself back up
forcefully,
“That’s my boy,” Julie encouraged, her voice quivering only slightly, giving
away her nerves.
Stiles' heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest when they once
again started to run. He felt like he was running through molasses. Everything
was too slow, his muscles were protesting against him, his body needing oxygen.
A roar echoed against the buildings behind them, filled with blind rage.
An almost impossible urge to throw himself to the ground in submission went
through Stiles. He almost gave in until he heard the squeal of familiar tires
and saw the Black Camaro at the end of the alley.
The door opened and there was Derek leaning towards the door his eyes connected
with Stiles. “Get in!”
Julia reached the Camaro before Stiles, and she threw herself onto the
backseat. How she managed to run so fast in those boots was beyond him.
Stiles leaped into the front, hauling the door shut and screaming at Derek to
drive.
The Camaro sped out onto the main street, breaking every speed limit known to
man.
Stiles tried not to let panic envelop him. “Are we being followed? Derek can
you see him?”
Derek kept driving, looking in the rear view mirror before shaking his head.
“No, were not being followed.”
Julia finally caught her breath and listed off her address. “You can drop me
off, you two need to talk this out between yourselves.”
“Are you sure that’s safe, Julia? What if he comes after you?” Stiles argued.
“He’s right.  That guy might be dangerous, and you did tase him,” Derek agreed,
frowning.  He obviously wanted to ask for more details, but he was unable with
Julia in the car.
“Just drop me off, I’ll be fine.  It’s a secure building, and I'll lock all my
windows and doors. He doesn’t know where I live anyway.”
Derek and Stiles stared at each other, their eyes communicating that it
wouldn’t make any difference with a werewolf.
Derek finally sighed and conceded to her, much to Stiles' surprise.
As soon as Julia got out of the car and stepped into her apartment building,
with a wave to Stiles and Derek, ordering them to work things out, Derek had
his phone out dialing Scott, explaining the situation and asking him to guard
Julia while Derek dealt with Stiles.
The first words out of Derek’s mouth as soon as he disconnected with Scott and
putting the Camaro into drive was, “What happened?” 
Stiles finally let the whole event finally hit him, and started to shiver. “The
girls brought me to the bar to try to distract me from what had happened
tonight. They fed me a lot of drinks and Julia pointed out that this guy kept
looking at me, so I went over to dance with him and then his hands were all
over me and he said something about pheromones. I swear to god it was like he
drugged me and I came to when he tried to grope my junk and he told me he
wanted me as his mate and then I saw his red eyes and…he bit me, Derek. Oh,
god! he fucking bit me! If I don’t die, I’m going to turn, aren’t I?” he
rambled, his eyes wide with shock.
He was having a panic attack.  His chest was constricting and his heart was
beating out of his chest. He needed out of the car.  He needed to move to run.
Derek pulled the Camaro to the curb and turned toward Stiles, his hands
gripping Stiles' shoulders. “Stiles? Stiles! Look at me, you need to breathe,
Stiles.”
Stiles gasped. “I cant breathe. It’s a panic attack.”
Derek’s eyes widened in panic. “How to you make them stop?
Stiles blurted out without thinking. “Last time I had one Lydia kissed me. I
guess holding your breath sto-”
Derek pulled Stiles forward mashing their lips together, and Stiles froze in
shock
Stiles' mouth opened and closed like a fish when Derek pulled back to look at
him. “Are you breathing now?”
Stiles finally snapped back to reality with a click of his teeth, his eyebrows
giving Derek a run for their money in the glower department. “What the fuck
man! I’m still mad at you! And sure, I just got bit by a werewolf, and this is
not the time, but how could you use my feelings to let yourself off the hook
like that when you knew how I felt! Aren’t we friends? I mean, sure I have this
stupid unrequited thing going on, but you knew and you played with my emotions
like that! I was happy being your friend!”
“Shut up, Stiles, and let me explain!” Derek burst out with a huff.
When Stiles finally shut his mouth, Derek sighed and started to explain.
“Stiles, I wasn’t lying when I said that to your father. I really am attracted
to you. I wasn’t playing with your emotions. I knew you were attracted to me
from the beginning, but I never acted on it because you deserve better than
what I can offer. People around me get hurt, Stiles, and to top that you’re
human.”
Stiles stared at Derek in shock, then snorted.  He couldn’t help the foot in
mouth knee jerk reaction to say the stupidest thing he could. “Well the human
part might be changing.”
Derek’s eyes went wide, and then he glowered. “Stiles, you might die!”
Stiles sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping. “I'm sorry. It’s a knee jerk
reaction. I'm not like you guys.  I'm weak, and all I have is my sarcasm as a
weapon.”
Derek’s hand gently squeezed Stiles' shoulder “Let’s get to the loft and we’ll
talk more there, okay?”
Stiles stared at Derek for a moment before sighing deeply and nodding.
***** Consumed *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles took a deep sigh, pulling Derek into a tight hug as if he was
     the one who needed comforting. Derek stood stiffly for a moment
     before letting his body relax into the hug, wrapping his arms around
     Stiles' shoulders.
     “We don’t know I’m going to die yet. Tomorrow I might be a werewolf,
     like you, and finally get to be part of your pack.”
     “You’ve always been part of my pack, Stiles,” Derek sighed, his hand
     rubbing Stiles back gently.
     “You know what I mean. I’ll be able to join in all of the pack games
     and training. It might be fun.”
     Derek could hear the tremor in his voice while Stiles tried to keep a
     brave face on for him. It made him hate the fact that he was going to
     have to say what came next.
     “Stiles, the alpha that bit you...” Derek paused, taking a deep
     breath, his cheek nuzzling against Stiles. “It doesn’t smell like a
     wolf, and I’ve never seen an alpha that had pheromones. I have no
     idea what to expect if you shift, and it scares the shit out of me.”
Chapter Notes
     Big thanks to my BETA Lyiint for correcting this for me and
     FaeryCastle for Cheerleading. This was a chapter that took me a long
     time to write. Ive never written a sex scene before and I wanted to
     get it right. I have another chapter of this to write for next weeks
     as well. It might take a little longer to get it up but I will have
     it loaded soon for all of you!
     I love comments let me know what you think of my story so far! This
     is my first fanfic and Im really enjoying writting this for all of
     you.
Derek hovered over Stiles while they walked into his loft.  Concern and guilt
were etched on Derek's face and painfully radiating through his chest. If he
hadn’t been such an idiot and explained himself better, Stiles never would have
been in that bar. He was trying to be brave for Stiles, but inside he was
quaking. What if the bite didn’t take? He couldn’t lose someone else he loved,
and by now, even he couldn't fool himself, he knew he was head over heels in
love with Stiles.
“You don’t need to hover over me, Derek. I’m fine,” Stiles said tiredly, his
shoulders slouching.
Derek turned Stiles to face him so he could look into his eyes. “Stiles, you
were just bitten. We don’t even know if the bite is going to take yet. You
might die. I’m kind of running on instinct right now. My wolf needs to touch
you, to know you're still here and safe. I can’t lose someone else I care
about, not like this.”
Stiles took a deep sigh, pulling Derek into a tight hug as if he was the one
who needed comforting. Derek stood stiffly for a moment before letting his body
relax into the hug, wrapping his arms around Stiles' shoulders.
“We don’t know I’m going to die yet. Tomorrow I might be a werewolf, like you,
and finally get to be part of your pack.”
“You’ve always been part of my pack, Stiles,” Derek sighed, his hand rubbing
Stiles back gently.
“You know what I mean. I’ll be able to join in all of the pack games and
training. It might be fun.”
Derek could hear the tremor in his voice while Stiles tried to keep a brave
face on for him. It made him hate the fact that he was going to have to say
what came next.
“Stiles, the alpha that bit you...”  Derek paused, taking a deep breath, his
cheek nuzzling against Stiles. “It doesn’t smell like a wolf, and I’ve never
seen an alpha that had pheromones. I have no idea what to expect if you shift,
and it scares the shit out of me.”
Stiles stiffened, pulling himself away to look up at Derek.  “What do you mean
it didn’t smell like wolf?  What was it then? A coyote?”
Derek paused for a moment reluctant to tell Stiles before sighing deeply. “It
smells of cat, but I'm not sure what kind. I’ve never met a cat shifter before.
They're rare and not much information is known about them.”
Stiles mouth fell open in horror “A werecat, Derek? I don’t want to be a cat. I
didn’t even want to be a wolf, but at least if I was a wolf it meant I could
have been part of your pack. This is so wrong on so many levels. If anyone
should have bitten me, it should have been you.”
Stiles whimpered and Derek pulled him close again, his hands grasping Stiles'
shoulders firmly. “Hey, look at me Stiles. No matter what you become. You will
always be pack. I won’t let that alpha take you okay? We will figure this out
together.”
Stiles sniffed away the tears that hadn’t managed to escape, and nodded
tightly. “Do you promise, Derek?”
Derek nodded before he pulled him once again into a hug, his hands rubbing up
and down Stiles' back while he dipped down to nuzzle Stiles' neck. “I promise,
Stiles. You're part of my pack, and will always be pack.”
It showed how frayed Derek’s control was when he realized what he was doing.
His wolf was incensed that Stiles reeked of another male and he wanted to erase
that scent with his own. 
He finally pulled himself away, tugging Stiles towards the kitchen and then
scowled in frustration. “You stink of that Alpha. Go shower.  I’ll get you a
change of clothes.”  Derek kicked himself at putting his foot in his mouth
again, but it was probably for the best. Those pants and shirt were driving him
to distraction.  It should be illegal for Stiles to be allowed to wear clothes
that tight. The majority, okay everything, that Derek wanted to do with Stiles
would be deemed illegal. Especially since Stiles was underage. He had already
been given the “I have a gun and know how to use it” speech from the sheriff
once tonight after Stiles had run off.
Stiles flinched and then nodded, unusually quiet.  He turned toward the stairs
to Derek’s bedroom and the on suite bathroom with the only working shower.
Derek sighed and grasped Stiles' uninjured shoulder squeezing it gently. “A
shower will help you relax, you’ll feel better. “
Stiles eyes lifted to Derek’s and it took everything he had to let go of
Stiles' shoulder with a gentle pat and not grab him and pull him in for a kiss.
Derek turned his back to Stiles.  “Leave your clothes at the door and I’ll
throw them in the laundry room.”
“Thanks,” Stiles was halfway up the stairs before muttering his thanks.
Derek felt fingers of dread crawling down his spine. He hated when Stiles was
quiet. It wasn’t natural.  He wanted his laughing, snarky, witty Stiles back.
He waited until he heard Stiles slip into the shower before making his way up
the stairs himself, grabbing the offensive unknown alphas stench filled
clothing from the floor, then making his way downstairs again, throwing the
clothing in the corner of the laundry room with a distasteful sneer. He then
made his way back to his bedroom, picking out a pair of sweat pants and a
Henley that he had worn yesterday that was still clean, but filled with his
scent.  Derek couldn’t help the smug smirk that came to his face at the thought
of Stiles wearing his scent like a second skin.
He made his way back downstairs to the kitchen to take a few things out to
prepare a late night supper for Stiles. He didn’t have much stocked, and would
need to take a trip to the store again soon, but he knew he had enough to make
something he knew might help Stiles feel better.
Derek knew that Stiles' comfort food was tomato soup and grilled cheese. His
mother used to make it for him when he was sick. Stiles had admitted it to him
a few months back when he had gotten hurt and Derek had shown up to take care
of him while Stiles' father was working.
Derek opened up a can of tomato soup, adding equal parts water to it, and then
placing it on the stove top to simmer gently, stirring it every so often. While
waiting for the soup to heat, he moved to putting together and cooking the
grilled cheese. It wasn’t fancy food, but he knew Stiles would appreciate the
gesture.
Once the grilled cheese was warmed, he set them on the counter and covered the
soup to keep it warm.  He took his time setting the table so it would be ready
when Stiles came out of the shower.
When he was finally done, Derek sat down and checked his text messages.  He
replied to Scott, who had given him an update on Julia, letting him know she
was still safe and there had been no sign of the alpha.
He finally checked the time and realized that Stiles had been in the shower for
half an hour.
Derek involuntarily focused on the sound of Stiles' heartbeat in the shower and
frowned at the rapid staccato. Worried, He made his way upstairs through is
bedroom, then to the bathroom door.  His hand was slowly reaching for the
doorknob, when a second noise finally filtered through. A broken moan followed
by a whimper.
He heard Stiles wet palm hit against the porcelain when he reached it for
support and could hear the glide of his other palm stroking against skin, a
gentle gasp at the upstroke, a strangled groan on the down stroke.
He let go of the doorknob as if it burned forcefully, taking a step back, then
another.  His mouth was open in shock, even as he felt his cock harden
violently. Stiles was masturbating in his shower! Derek wheezed out a whimper
before turning around and running out of the room like hells hounds were
nipping at his heels. He closed the bedroom door behind him as if it would help
him to block to sound that had etched itself forever into his brain.
Derek banged his head against the closed door while he took in a gulp of air,
trying to get his body back under control when all he wanted to do was stalk
back in there, break down the door, and shove Stiles against the porcelain
tiles and thrust his tongue down the teens throat. He wanted to pin his arms
back while he shoved him down to his knees to suck on his cock. He groaned
rubbing his hand over his face.  He was so totally fucked, and not in a good
way. No matter how hard he tried to get his body to listen, it wasn’t having
any of it. He tried to think of anything, hell even trying to visualize Kate
wasn’t working, and that always did the trick.
“Derek? I think something’s wrong!” he heard Stiles whimper through the door,
the smell of panic managing to waft through the smell of arousal that had been
slowly creeping through.
Derek had been concentrating so hard on trying to remain in control, that he
had somehow missed the water turning off. That didn’t bode well for his self-
control.  He opened the bedroom door and stepped inside, his eyes falling onto
Stiles and Derek froze in his tracks.
Stiles was at the entrance of the bathroom shirtless, only wearing his
sweatpants that were obviously too big and precariously perched on his hips,
obviously not wearing anything underneath since Derek hadn’t given him
anything.
“Big mistake…very big mistake,” Derek thought swallowing tightly, his Adams
apple bobbing.
Stiles' eyes were glazed, his mouth open slightly, panting.  He was flushed red
from his head to his chest .
Derek momentarily became distracted with water droplets dripping across Stiles'
chest and abs.  The dusting of a treasure trail peeking from the sweats that
made him desperately want to fall to his knees and shove his nose into it.
Stiles started to walk toward him, a tremor starting across his skin, slowly
panting, making Derek’s focus shift to his plump lips where Stiles' tongue
slowly peaked out to lick them.
“Stiles?” Derek brokenly asked,  panicking while Stiles moved into his space.
Stiles' hands slid up his chest before he glued his body to Derek’s, squirming
to get closer with a moan.  “My whole body is burning up Derek. I fucking came
four times, and I’m still hard,” Stiles whimpered brokenly before sliding his
hands under Derek’s Henley, pulling it up to dig his fingers into his chest. 
“This isn’t normal. I’m a fucking virgin, I shouldn’t be this hot. Scott never
went through this with a bite, at least he didn’t tell me about it if it did.
It’s like my skin is crawling with need. Please, Derek. I need you to touch me.
Make it go away!”
Derek stared at the tears forming at the corner of Stiles' eyes while he
begged, and felt his resolve crack. This was a bad idea for so many reasons. He
had no idea what was happening with Stiles. This wasn’t normal. No one bitten
by a werewolf became lust crazed. He could smell the pain mixed with the
drugging smell of Stiles' lust.  The fear had eased once Stiles had put his
hands on Derek, and Stiles in pain sent his wolf clamoring to ease his pain
while the lust urged him to claim what was his.
Derek gently but forcefully unwrapped Stiles from him, pulling him away. “I
can’t, Stiles. This isn’t normal for you, and we don’t know what could happen
if we do this.”
“Please Derek, it hurts.  It’s like my balls are burning, and its radiating up
my back and abdomen like fire and no matter how many times I come, it won’t
ease. I can barely breathe. My whole body is hot, my dick is so hard and
oversensitive even these sweats are too much. Hell, even my nipples are
sensitive, Derek. I need you to touch me please. I want your tongue in my
mouth, I want your fingers in my ass, and I want you to rub your body all over
mine. I want to feel your teeth on the back of my neck while you fuck me from
behind. Please Derek,” he panted, brokenly begging, his eyes slowly glazing
over.
Derek could smell the pain wafting and mixing with the smell of Stiles' lust,
and it had him on edge, his wolf desperately wanting to soothe Stiles. He
gently pulled Stiles closer. “Are you sure Stiles? You might regret this
tomorrow.”
Stiles just kept on a mantra of “Please Derek, please,” while he desperately
tried to move his body closer to Derek’s.
What was meant to be a light soothing kiss quickly turned hot and heavy when
Stiles literally tried to climb him like a tree, his thighs wrapping tightly
against Derek’s hips while his arms wormed their way around his neck, one hand
locking itself in his hair causing Derek to let out a low primal growl.  His
hands grasped Stiles' ass before Derek turned him and shoved him against the
wall, his tongue sliding into Stiles' mouth.
Stiles grabbed roughly at Derek’s hair with both hands this time, pulling his
face closer. 
Derek’s hands slid to grasp Stiles' hips, aligning them together and thrusting
his hips in a grind that had his eyes crossing and Stiles moaning brokenly
against his mouth.
This was wrong, on so many levels. Stiles was obviously under some kind of
influence and he was taking advantage of him.
Derek was slowly losing the fight with his inner monologue with the feel of his
cloth covered cock sliding against Stiles'. How many times had he fantasized
about just this, scared that Stiles would run the other direction when he found
out about Derek’s need to dominate, to demand complete submission from his
partner? He was just a teenager.  He couldn’t possibly handle what Derek would
demand of him.
Derek forcefully untangled Stiles from him, shoving his hands against the wall
while he moved his mouth from Stiles' lips to his throat, sucking and nipping
until he reached the bite that the alpha had left on Stiles' shoulder.
He let out a growl at the sight, blind rage enveloping him that someone would
have dared mark what was his. The urge to bite Stiles and leave a mark of his
own was almost impossible to ignore.
He blamed that rage for not noticing that someone had crept up on them, not the
haze of lust he had just been enveloped in.
“Well this is an interesting turn of events.” Peter’s smug mocking voice next
to him had Derek shoving Stiles behind him before crouching and letting out an
enraged roar.
“Easy there, Derek” Peter soothed, his hands palm up, neck bared, showing
submission and respect to Derek's wolf.
Derek lifted himself up to full height, still leaving himself as a shield
between Stiles and Peter, scowling. “What are you doing here, Peter?”
“Well, I was coming over to tell you that I had caught the scent of an Alpha in
your territory, but judging from this shirt I found in the laundry room, that
bite mark on Stiles' shoulder, and the way he’s rubbing up against you like a
cat in heat, I’m assuming you already know.” Peter smirked, brandishing the
offending shirt in his hand like a prize.
Derek Scowled at Peter. “What’s wrong with him? I’ve never seen anyone react
like this to a bite before.”
Stiles was plastered against his back wrapping his arms around him and
whimpering quietly in need, seemingly oblivious of the entrance of Peter.
“That’s because the Alpha wasn’t a werewolf.  He was a werecat, and judging
from the smell, a Snow Leopard.”
“And how is being bitten by a werecat different than a werewolf?” Derek
growled, frustrated that his uncle wouldn’t just give him the information
outright instead of taking his time in sadistic pleasure.
The grin that blossomed onto Peter's face sent shivers down Derek’s spine. “You
see, unlike werewolves who live in packs, werecats live in harems. In order for
a new werecat to join an alpha, they need to mate with him or her. If they
don’t, they become omegas, consistently going into heat cycles until they
either die or find an alpha to take them in. Also, the fact that alpha werecats
have extremely potent pheromones, make it practically impossible for a lower
ranked werecat to deny them.”
Derek roared with rage, actually causing Peter to Flinch. “Like hell I’m
letting him have Stiles!”
Peter beamed. “Well, here’s a little bit of information that might help. It
doesn’t have to be a werecat alpha. So long as a werecat is claimed by any
alpha, they integrate into the group. I’ve seen two wolf packs that have had a
werecat as part of the pack.”
Derek stared at his Uncle suspiciously. He was giving him information too
easily. Peter always wanted something in return for information, and never ran
to him to be helpful. “Why are you being so helpful?”
“Oh, come on Derek. I once offered to bite him. I think he’ll make a much
better were than you and Scott combined. So if you want him for pack, you know
what to do.” Peter sighed, then paused lightly before grinning. “And if you
don’t want him, I have no issues deflowering him. It won’t make him pack, but
he’ll be able to talk again, at least until the next phase of heat hits.”
“GET OUT!” Derek roared, grabbing Peter by the throat and throwing him out of
his bedroom, cracking the stone wall on the other side of the loft.
Peter coughed, lifting himself up and weakly chuckling “Have fun deflowering
the Sheriff's kid, Derek. You should know the Argents recently gifted him with
wolfbane bullets,” Peter stated before leaving the loft without a backward
glance.
Derek stood stiffly in the doorway for a moment before turning towards Stiles,
who was slowly making his way toward him, those little noises reverberating
from his throat louder now, more desperate.
 When Stiles reached him, Derek gently cupped his jaw with both of his hands
and stared into his eyes. “Stiles can you hear me? Do you understand what I
need to do?” he asked, trying to reach out to Stiles, desperately wanting an
answer.
Pain radiated through Derek’s chest when Stiles eyes remained glazed and
unfocused. This was not how he had imagined his first time with Stiles. He had
imagined being romantic, giving him the first time everyone deserves.  Soft
slow and gentle.  The kind that he would remember forever. This was exactly why
he had been denying his attraction to Stiles. Everyone he loved got hurt.  This
felt wrong on so many levels.
Stiles seemed to calm and he wrapped his arms around Derek, the whimpers
quieting to a less audible level. Derek slid his hands down his back while he
dipped his head in for another kiss, pushing Stiles backward, toward his bed.
Derek groaned at the sweet, hot, spicy taste that was all Stiles when his
tongue tangled with Stiles' in a wet thrusting motion he desperately wanted to
mimic with his lower body.
His hands trailed down Stiles' back to glide under his sweatpants to grab his
ass.  The pants dropped, pooling to the floor while he felt Stiles' hands grasp
his neck tightly
When the back of Stiles' legs finally hit Derek’s bed, he jerked back in
surprise, flailing when he fell back, landing with a bounce which allowed Derek
a good look at Stiles' body which was deliciously splayed out.  The moonlight
gave Stiles' skin a mesmerizing golden glow. Derek wished he could take his
time and lick and bite every inch of perfection that was Stiles' body.
Lacrosse, and the pack training he always demanded Stiles' participate in, had
really started sculpting his body. Where Derek was bulky muscles, Stiles was
lean with compact muscles, ironically enough, like a cat. Derek was almost
thankful that Stiles' lack of self-confidence had caused him to hide that
mouthwatering package under bulky t-shirts and plaid flannel, or his self-
restraint would have run out long before now.
Derek tried not to stare at Stiles' cock, but couldn’t help but be mesmerized
at the sight. He had been right. Stiles was so hard that the head was red and
swollen.  It looked painful with the precome oozing from the tip.
Derek's mouth watered at the thought of swiping the tip with his tongue and
finally getting the taste of Stiles in his mouth. He felt starved for it.
The shaft was a beautiful sight, resting curved against Stiles' lower abdomen.
Derek had a feeling that if anyone knew what the teen was packing under those
pants, that he would have had trouble keeping the girls away.
Stiles took that time to roll himself around on the bed like a cat in heat.
 His back muscles arched when he rolled against the sheets before turning
around and stuffing his nose into them with small moans in the back of his
throat, as if the scent of the sheets, the scent of Derek, was the sexiest
thing Stiles had ever smelled.
Derek felt his dick throbbing between his legs harshly, and he quickly striped
the shirt off of his own body, but kept his jeans on as a barrier to keep his
control. He planned to get some of the edge off for Stiles, hoping that it
might bring him back enough to talk to him about what he was going to do.
Derek grabbed the edge of the sheet and ripped a long strip, and then three
more, before moving Stiles higher up on the bed before straddling his waist. 
Derek got to work, tying Stiles by his wrists quickly to the bed frame.  He
made sure the strips were not too tight, but snug enough to hold. He then moved
and tied Stiles' ankles down as well so that Stiles was spread out like a
starfish when he was finished.  Derek wanted to be gentle with him, not lose
control immediately, because Stiles wouldn't stay still, he knew that much.
Derek moved off the bed to take another look at his handiwork, and felt his
cock twitch in his jeans at the sight of Stiles splayed open for him and at his
mercy. He mulled over maybe buying some permanent restraints for the bed, but
brushed the thought away, sadly knowing that this arrangement would likely
never be permanent, especially after what he was going to be doing tonight. He
didn’t think Stiles would ever forgive him.
Stiles whimpered, his arms testing the restraints while Derek moved to the side
table to pull the door open and grab the tube of lubricant before once again
making his way to the end of the bed. Derek tossed the tube next to Stiles' hip
before placing his knee on the bed between Stile' spread legs, leaning in to
breathe in the heady scent of Stiles' precome pooling on his abdomen.
Shoulders flexing, he dove in to capture it with his tongue.  The salty
bitterness made him groan in pleasure. He definitely needed more of that taste
in his mouth. His hand gently grasped Stiles' balls, massaging them gently
while he dipped his head and swiped his tongue along Stiles' dick from base to
tip before he took the whole thing into his mouth.  A broken wail came from
Stiles' mouth while he desperately pulled at his restraints.
Derek groaned against Stiles' cock as the taste and smell surrounded and
overwhelmed his senses. This was exactly why he had tied Stiles up and kept his
jeans on even though the zipper was now digging painfully against his erection.
Stiles managed to make small thrusting movements against Derek's mouth in
desperation.  He wasn't getting enough leverage with his tethers, which
encouraged Derek to suck harder, his hand reaching for the lube and pouring
some onto his fingers.  He moved a finger against Stiles in a manner that was
far too gentle to mimic what he was doing with his mouth.
When Derek slid a finger inside without too much resistance, it made him wonder
if Stiles played with his ass when he was alone at night, wondered if he
thought of him when he came.
A low pleased growl erupted from his throat at the thought, which made Stiles
jerk and moan loudly, bringing Derek’s attention up to Stiles' flushed face.
Stiles wasn’t speaking, but his eyes, although glazed, were fixed on Derek when
he popped Stiles' cock out of his mouth. 
Derek's hand wrapped firmly around Stiles' cock and starting to slowly and
steadily stroke it while he dipped his head down to suck one of Stiles'
testicles into his mouth which elicited a whimper from Stiles' mouth before he
moved onto the other one.
Derek kept his eyes locked with Stiles while he sucked both nuts into his
mouth, his hand grasping Stiles tightly as he stroked, curving his finger in
Stiles just right angle to brush up against his prostate  to get Stiles to wail
loudly and his hips to jerk erratically, his lungs laboring for breath.
Derek knew Stiles wasn’t going to last long. He felt the telltale jerk of
Stiles' spine, and let go of Stiles' balls to take his cock back into his
mouth. He was torn between wanting Stiles' cum on his skin so he could soak in
Stiles' scent and for a full on taste of Stiles that the precome hadn’t been
able to fulfill. His urge to taste won out and with one final stroke of his
finger, sucking strongly on Stiles' cock.
Stiles cried out, emptying himself in Derek’s mouth with loud guttural cries.
Derek pulled back when Stiles had finished, and closed his eyes, letting the
bitter-musk taste of Stiles' cum coat his mouth and throat.  With a slow
swallow, Derek relished the taste with a deep groan of satisfaction. He wanted
to memorize the taste, burn it into his brain for the lonely nights when Stiles
was no longer in his bed.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Stiles panted.
Derek’s eyes sprung open with a jolt, staring up at very flushed and much more
lucid Stiles. 
When Derek just stared, his mouth open in shock, Stiles blushed lightly. “Come
on, Derek. I just saw you savor my cum as if it was a bottle of extremely
expensive vintage wine. You can’t say that wasn’t hot to watch.”
Relief flooded through Derek and he crawled over Stiles so he could lie beside
him. “Are you back to normal? How do you feel?”
Stiles frowned slightly, flexing his arms and assessing his body. “Other than
being tied up, I feel better than I did before, but it feels like it’s just a
temporary lull. My skin is still tingling like it did back in the car, before
it surged over me in the shower. I don’t know how long it will last.”
Derek swallowed tightly. “Did you hear anything that Peter said?”
Stiles frowned while he tried to remember. “I remember snippets of it. I
remember enough to know that the only way for this to go away, and for me to be
pack, is for an alpha to claim me,” Stiles finished, his eyes connecting with
Derek’s. “I’m okay with that if it’s you, Derek. I trust you, and if I can’t be
in your pack, I will stay an omega, even if it kills me.”
Derek closed his eyes, dropping his forehead against Stiles, taking a deep
breath.  He willed himself into control at Stiles passionate words. “I always
imagined being your first, even if I didn’t always want to admit it, but not
like this. I would have made it romantic Stiles, special. I would have taken
you to dinner someplace nice, like maybe that new restaurant that opened that
has hard to get reservations where we would both have to wear ties and dress
up. You would be all fidgety and spastic, like you usually get when you're
nervous, wondering what forks to use, and I'd huff and act frustrated, even
though I really wasn’t, just because I know it would set you at ease, and I
like taking care of you. After, I’d take you out to a movie and let you pick.
Knowing you, you would either pick a sci fi movie or one of the new Disney
movies that just came out, and even though we just ate, you'd buy the biggest
tub of popcorn they had while moaning about how the restaurant portions were
tiny for all that money. I'd complain about the movie choice, but it really
wouldn’t matter.  I'd just hold your hand and pretend to watch the movie when
really all I'd be doing is watching you from the corner of my eye while you ate
your popcorn and laughed and watched the movie. I would have made it nice and
special.  You would have razzed me about the cheesy stereotypical date on the
drive back, but I know you would have been secretly pleased. Then I would have
brought you home, lit some candles, put some soft music on and taken my time
with you.  I would have started with a kiss and moved on from there. I would
have made sure you always remembered it. That’s how your first time is supposed
to be.  Special. I never imagined that this would be how I would take your
virginity.  Not like this,” he whispered brokenly.
“Hey, look at me Derek.” Stiles waited until Derek lifted his head to stare at
him. “I’m ok with this, because it’s you.  I trust you, and I always wanted my
first time to be with you. I never imagined it would turn out like this either,
but we take the cards that we are dealt. I would never trust anyone else to do
this, Derek. When this is all done, you are damn well going to take me on that
date, take your time with me, and do everything you would have for my first
time. No take backs,” he finished fiercely.
Derek's adams apple bobbed while he swallowed back the lump that had risen to
his throat, before he nodded.
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