DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Wolf, it's characters, it's plots, or anything to do with it. I gain no compensation or payment for my work, nothing except for personal satisfaction and praise from others.

WARNINGS: explicit blood and gore/explicit cursing/explicit underage sex(most of the cast are under 18)/man on man/man on woman/woman on woman/threesome/masochism/wolf sex

All six of the main characters are werewolves now. The way they became 'wolves will be explained in the prequel that I'll be writing later, but briefly touched upon in this fic. Trust me there is a good reason and a good story. The name of this chapter is the name of the song that Stiles is listening to. It stems from what my MP3 shuffled to while I was writing this :) Each chapter will be named after a song, either the song played in the chapter, or the song I was listening to while writing it, if there was no song in the chapter.

I have a lot of ideas for what is coming; pack antics, smut, fighting, revelations, freak outs, angst, secrets. If you want to read more then review! I only post if people like it, since I write for my readers and not for myself...yes, I am bribing you, lol :D

SONG: Joker and the Thief - Wolfmother

Stiles stared out his window blankly, eyes locked on the growing fullness of the moon. Less than a week now. He lived for full moon nights. They were the best nights of the month. The music from his Ipod deck filtered into the room, much lower than he would have had it a few months ago. He had werewolf hearing now, and any volume higher than 10 was too loud for his sensitive ears. That was the big difference between werewolf-Stiles and werewolf-Scott; Stiles used his abilities as much as possible, embraced them, accepted them, wanted them, and payed attention when his ears or nose or instincts were telling him something. Scott still denied his 'gift', seeing it as a 'curse', even though the object of his affection was a werewolf as well.

Allison was doing a damn fine job of accustoming herself to it, too, as much as Stiles hated to admit it. It wasn't that he disliked Allison, he just resented her a little, for taking his best friend away from him. Even though she was all alone, and her parents had left her when they found out what she was, she was still doing a great job of handling things. She was a strong girl. She was coping. With help from Scott, of course, always at her beck and call, her obedient little slave puppy. It was disgusting, actually. And that wasn't just his jealousy talking. They were goddamn teenagers for christsake! How could they act so in love and obsessed with each other?

Derek said they were destined to be mates. Sort of soulmates, but not as sappy. Well, with them it was fucking sappy, but Derek said that not all mate pairings were as sickeningly sweet and disgusting as those two were. Stiles just hoped the whole 'honeymoon phase' wore off soon, because it was really starting to get on his nerves that he couldn't even be around his so-called best friend for more than five minutes without him making out with Allison, or leaving to go be with Allison, or texting Allison, or Allison fucking being there!

Jackson liked to tease him about him having a crush on Scott, but they all knew it wasn't true. He didn't tease him too much about it, or too viciously, because he knew Stiles could take care of himself now, and he had a shorter temper...and besides, whenever Jackson started going off about Stiles and Scott, Derek got all growly and glowy-eyed if he was around, and that usually shut Jackson up pretty quickly. Jackson was still undeniably terrified of his Alpha, even though Derek showed no signs of acting on the threats he was always making.

In fact, everyone in the pack seemed to be terrified of Derek, even Lydia, who tried her best to hide it, and usually succeeded. Everyone was scared of Derek...except maybe Stiles. Things were different now. Stiles wasn't a defenseless, helpess, weak human any more. He was sure he probably wouldn't be any match for Derek if there was a real fight between them, not just the arguing they were constantly doing, and the angry-wrestling they did on occasion. Stiles wasn't scared of Derek because he had seen another side of Derek, one he didn't think the others had seen. The caring and concerned side. The unbearably aroused side. The amazing control he showed. Even when he was using that control to resist Stiles and all his...temptations.

Nothing had happened between he and Derek- besides maybe a few hard kisses and a little uncontrolled, fully-clothed rutting- but that wasn't for a lack of trying on Stiles' part. Derek just seemed damn determined to keep away from Stiles, to keep anything from happening between them. It would have been a huge blow to Stiles' ego if he didn't already know Derek so well, know why he was doing it. He didn't want to get close to Stiles because he didn't want to be hurt, didn't feel like he was worthy of love, and thought that Stiles deserved someone better. He would never say any of that, of course, but Stiles knew it, he could see it, smell it, read it in his eyes. And it was completely ridiculous.

Stiles kept trying, though, cornering him in another room when the rest of the pack was busy or occupied, walking around with his shirt off alot, like the other guys had a habit of doing- he had a lot more to show off, now, than he used to- and letting his arousal and need rise up and slam full force into Derek whenever they were alone. As a result, Derek had started avoiding him, and trying not to be alone with him. He made sure to always have another pack member there when he had to talk to him, or made someone come with him when he went into another room to get something. Stiles thought it was actually kind of funny. His Alpha was acting like he was scared, like Stiles was going to rape him or something. He was acting intimidated.

The only time they got close any more was on the three days of the full moon. The pack usually had a barbeque or dinner of some sort at Derek's the day before the moon was at it's peak, when emotions and impulses were running high. It was a clever way of staying away from other people and being together in their neediest times. They would usually feast, then cuddle together to watch a movie, or just to watch the stars and talk. By the end of the night, Scott and Allison were paired off, out in the woods somewhere having a good ol' time, and Jackson and Lydia were doing the same, in the opposite direction. Which left Stiles and Derek alone and awkward. Most of the awkwardness being on Derek's part. This is when their makeout sessions usually occured, though Derek always refused to take it any further. No matter what Stiles did or said. He hadn't resorted to begging for it yet...he had more dignity than that...plus, he was saving that as his secret weapon, to pull out at an opportune time.

On the day of the full moon, the pack was together all day, usually because they had slept at Derek's- or in the woods near Derek's house- the night before. They play-fought and wrestled and goofed around all day, their wolves closer to the surface than usual. Stiles took a special delight in beating the other two guys in wrestling matches every chance he got. Because the winner got to wrestle the Alpha.

Derek usually sat back and watched his pack play, joining in every now and then, but mostly being a stoic sour wolf. As usual. But Stiles and the other boys had started a wrestling tournament. The girls got to pick who went first, and the winner fought the next guy that had been left out from the first fight. Or sometimes all three would go at it at once while the girls cheered and called out advice and Derek sat back watching and trying not to smile. Either way, the ultimate winner got to wrestle Derek. Stiles almost never lost. He wasn't sure if it was because of his skill, or because the other boys let him win, afraid of the rough treatment that Derek liked to dole out when it was his turn to wrestle. Stiles didn't care either way, he just delighted in being the one that got to roll around shirtless with Derek on top of him. He never won those fights, of course, though he had come close once when he caught Derek off guard with an unexpected grope. The object, for him, wasn't to win, it was to make it last as long as possible before Derek won.

Then night would roll around, and everyone's anticipation would spike. The scent was delicious to Stiles. He adored the smell of his pack, sweet and warm and wolfy, so close to the shift it was palpable. They would shift and then go running together in Derek's woods- what Stiles had started to think of as 'Derek's woods'- hunting and playing and howling with joy as their wolf halves took over, guiding them by instinct. It was the happiest Stiles felt all month, being so out of control. He was usually very controlled, focused. That was something that had come with his transition. It was as if he had been healed of his ADHD, almost the way Scott had been healed of his asthma. He never knew it worked that way until it happened to him. Even Derek was surprised at his subtle changes. He was still Stiles, just more focused, more confident. Less stuttery. Which meant his mind was even sharper. He still came out with witty remarks and cutting sarcasm, funny jokes and silly antics, but he was different. In a good way, according to most of the people around him.

He bobbed his head slowly to the music. It was a good song. 'Joker and the Thief', by Wolfmother. He hit repeat as the song ended, eyes still glued to the silvery whiteness of the big rock in the sky. He hadn't seen Derek in almost a week and he actually missed him. Missed that growly scowly frowny face of his. He was gorgeous no matter what expression he wore, but he was especially breathtaking when he smiled...not that it happened often. Stiles could count on one hand the number of time he'd seen Derek actually smile.

He sighed and scrubbed his hands over his hair. He had let it grow out a little from the brutally short buzz cut it had been in before, that he'd had since his mom died. It was still short, but there was alot more of it. Actually enough to hang over his forehead a tiny bit. Scott kept telling him he needed a hair cut, and Stiles kept telling Scott to shut up. He was planning on letting it grow out a little, and keeping it longer. He liked the way it made him look. It hardened his face somehow, made him look less childish.

He was lost in thought, silently willing the moon to get full faster so he could see Derek sooner, but she didn't seem to be listening, or else didn't care what her child had to say. As the song was ending yet again, Stiles turned and reached for his Ipod, changing it to a different song, one he had to scroll though to find. Once he found it, he turned to place the device back onto the port, and music trickled into his room once more. Over the quiet sound of the music, he could've sworn he heard a scraping on his rooftop, like somone's shoe slipping. His heart started pounding as he went to the window. Derek? Please let it be Derek, please let it be Derek! He stood in front of the window, tense and waiting, until the glass slowly slid up and a head popped into his room, smiling at him...

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