Hello!

Please guys remember that this is my first story, so as always, creative criticism is helpful, but please, no mean reviews. Enjoy ^_^

Also, I know people usually dislike all different POV's, but there will only be a few, mainly Derek and Stiles.

ALSO NO BETA. Seasons 1,2 spoilers. Set previous to season 3, no Alpha Pack. No Kanima. No crazy Gerard.

Just another quick thing, thoughts and dreams are in italics.

Derek POV

Stiles was running through the darkness, pushing himself harder and further, despite stumbling multiple time and getting scratched in the leg by the knee height shrubs, he continued on. Finally he slowed down, breathing heavily he collapsed to the ground. "P-please, do-o-n't hurt m-me." The large black wolf circled him, trying to find the best way to attack. "D-derek, PLEASE!" The wolf leaped forward cutting off his screams, by tearing into his throat.

Derek woke to a whine, a strange noise that seemed to fill the silence. After he recovered from his dream, he realized the whine was from himself. It had been 4 days, 14 hours and 56 minutes since he'd seen his mate. His mate. It was still strange to refer to stiles as his mate, since he'd realized it, it was all he could think about. Stiles. Stiles. His Stiles. Derek shook his head at this thought, despite his love for the young teen, he knew it would never, could never work. Derek sighed, he loved Stiles, the same kid that only a few months ago he'd threatened to rip out his throat, with his teeth. No wonder he wouldn't feel the same way, with a creepy, rude and shut in person such as Derek being in love with him.

Derek decided to get up, and go visit Stiles, well not really visit him, more like sneak into his room and watch him sleep. God, I'm so creepy. Derek tried to push that thought out of his head the second it entered it.

Upon his arrival at Stiles' home he jump up to the edge of the the story high window, what he saw inside, was definitely not what he was expecting.

Stiles POV

Stiles lied down, flat on his back in his bed. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, especially when majority of his friends were wolves, werewolves, in his pack. They'd be able to smell it on him the second they entered his room, he just didn't care, his soft tugging continued, quiet moans escaped from his lips. "Derek..." He kept repeating his name, over and over, after another 5 minutes, he just let it all go, ribbons of sticky white mess coating his stomach. He sighed quietly, and headed to the shower.

Derek POV

Derek shook his head to himself, he couldn't believe he'd just witnessed Stiles pleasuring himself.

"Derek..." Stiles said his name, holy shit, he saw me! Derek quickly rose from his hiding spot and was just about to jump from the window when he heard it again, after listening intently, and quite in shock, for around 5 minutes there was a quiet moan, before Stiles jumped out of bed and headed into the shower.

He didn't actually see me, he was jerking off to my name. What does that even mean?

Derek slowly pushed open Stiles' window, and stepped inside. He walked around his room, every new smell, every scent shocked him all over again. He found himself drawn to the bed. As Derek walked over, he inhaled through his nose deeply, breathing in his mate. A small smile broke across his face, his mate was getting off over him. Derek walked back towards the window.

"Derek...? What are you doing in my room?" Stiles stood awkwardly at the bathroom door. Derek turned around, little did he know, his own hand was down his pants. Stiles eyes widened when he saw this. "D-derek?" Stiles watched him intently.

"Uh... I was just, um leaving. I guess." He felt his heart shatter yet again, his wolf howled sadly, it wanted it's mate.
"Do you have to go?" Stiles still stood there awkwardly, Derek didn't know what to do, he watched his mate slowly walk forward, he was talking again, about nothing most likely. All Derek wanted was for him to shut up. Just as swiftly as Stiles had walked forward, Derek copied his movement. Now he was only mere centimeters from Stiles' face.

"I'll stay.. Only if that's what you want?" He ended that last part as a question, he didn't want to make his mate uncomfortable.
"I'd like that, like I would really, really like that. What are you even doing here by the way? It's like 2 in th.." Stiles didn't have time to finish his sentence, before Derek bounded out the window.