Ones Who Run

Summary: Could be counted as three drabbles slightly joined together or it could be a story. Stiles doesn't seem to notice that Derek likes him so Scott tries to help out. Spoilers up to the end of season 2?

Warnings: bit angsty, rated M, Slash male on male.

So the time line is a little off on this, its starts being set in season 2 episode 10 'Fury' and ending at season 2 episode 12 'Master plan' but yeah the time lines a bit
I hope you enjoy my first Sterek fic. Sorry for any mistakes they are all mine, i don't have a BETA.

"I don't understand why we have to do this!" Scott exclaimed.

"It's your entire fault, why couldn't you just be a normal teen so your mom wouldn't have to freak out" Stiles shouted using his arms to exaggerate his point.

"Well if you're going to be that way! It's your fault; you were the one who wanted to look for that stupid body part!" Scott growled.

"Boys! Its both of your faults for lying, now I have to get to work so does Ms McCall so... as I partly blame him, Derek is going make sure neither of you rip each others throats out" Sheriff Stilinski announced with a booming voice. Derek stood there with a huge smirk plastered on his perfect face. Probably proud that he was in charge.

Stiles gulped. 'He'll probably help rip out my throat and now Scott's afterwards for calling his sisters body part stupid'

"Get to it, they won't clean themselves" the superior man bellowed as he left the heavy door clanging shut behind him.

Stiles grumbled under his breathe something about torture as he knelt down on the floor with plastic yellow gloves covering his pale hands. With a sponge in one hand he began to clean the metal in front of him in a column type motion. Not even 5 minutes later Stiles broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Why do you get to clean the top lockers?" Stiles moaned only just beginning the clean as he looked up towards the young werewolf who also had matching plastic yellow gloves and a sponge but on the other hand he was scraping gum off of the metallic doors, most people don't lean down to get rid of their gum thankfully. Scott scowled at Stiles slightly playfully and slightly not and stuck his tongue out as he leant on the locker he had just cleaned whilst he cleaned out the adjacent one making sure any dirt, dust particles or paper scraps went in the direction of Stiles.

"Because if your Dad wasn't Sheriff we wouldn't be here right now cleaning out OUR whole entire schools lockers as a punishment! No no no we would be...cleaning something else!" Scott rambled annoyed at how his brain couldn't think of a come back yet it probably would later.

"This is more torture for me than you. So what Allison's not here boohoo, I have the attention span of a puppy, we have over 700 lockers to clean! Unless Derek feels like dancing in a monkey suit to keep me entertained which I Highly doubt my brain is going to be on overdrive." Stiles babbled as he wiped the locker down with an old rag. He was pretty sure he heard a chuckle from behind him, Derek probably happy to see him suffering.

Derek watched as the two teens cleaned the lockers, scraping off dirt and rubbing off graffiti which was mostly of not-very-artistically drawn-or- anatomical correct- penises. Scott was in his own (Allison) world as he scrubbed clockwise however out the corner of his eye he could see Derek staring intently at something, he followed his line of sight and was shocked. Firstly shocked that Derek had those feelings he only ever seemed broody and 'mysterious' and secondly that he felt that way for Stiles, I mean it was hard for anyone to think of Stiles sexually when he acts like a clown on crack the majority of the time. Not that he wasn't aesthetically pleasing, he was, even though he wasn't as buff as the others who played lacrosse and was defiantly much clumsier he was very good looking. Derek was intently watching Stiles' arse as he wiggled in to the sound of the radio playing music, it stuck out more because he was bent down on his knees cleaning.

After about five minutes of staring Derek averted his gaze to see Scott staring at him with a smirk from ear to ear.

'Fuck' Derek was internally screaming. The oldest man coughed (more choked) before a slight red blush appeared on his neck and face. He crossed his arms over his chest and lent back onto the lockers that the teens had already cleaned.

An hour and a half later they had clean one hundred and fifty plus lockers together and were moving to the opposite end of the hall when Scott decided to be mischievous. Derek was standing a few meters in front of them with his natural frowny face watching them walk to the other end and Stiles was in front of Scott babbled on about some nonsense no one really cared about. The young werewolf walked a little faster to get in front of Stiles before he stuck his foot out suddenly tripping the hyperactive boy so that he went flying into Derek, thumping right into his well built chest. Luckily for good werewolf senses Derek noticed what Scott had planned to do and grounded himself so he wouldn't fall and the teen wouldn't fall on top of him. However the proximity was too close for his liking causing him to shove Stiles, on instinct, away from him making the young teen land firmly on his arse. The look on his face was of hurt and pain.
"Dude, I know you don't like me but that was uncalled for" Stiles spat with an obvious choke in his tone before he lifted himself up and walked away towards the bathroom. Derek sighed loudly and began mentally kicking himself. Scott rolled his eyes which resulted in him getting growled at. It was going to be a long day.

In the end they only cleaned four hundred lockers together after spending over seven uncomfortable silent filled hours doing it. Sheriff Stilinski and Ms McCall decided that was all they had to clean but there punishment wasn't over. When they said that was all that had to clean the teens thought that they meant all together, full stop. Not that they were going to get them to clean something else and rope the others to do it too.

The day after it was sunny which was good as they had over twenty police squad cars to wash, inside and out. Jackson decided if he had to do chores he would do the one with least amount of will power needed, polishing, he also decided to drag Danny along and get him to help him polish. Allison, Erica and Lydia were helping wash the outside of the cars in there bikini tops and shorts. Erica trying to get more people's attention that Allison...and working. Boyd was looking at the mechanics of the car, not that he knew loads about it but it's not like he had to fix it, he just had to make sure it worked. Isaac was hovering the interior with the help of Scott and Derek and Stiles were also cleaning the outside.

As Kids in Glass Houses 'Lilli Rose' played on the radio, Stiles wiped mildly warm soapy water over the white police car. He swayed his hips to the music and splayed himself over the car trying to be sexy like the do in movies and music videos. Also trying to make Lydia laugh, he succeeded in making the majority of the people there laugh. Derek was washing one of the other squad cars when he noticed Stiles' dancing stopping him in his tracks. In the beginning it was just plain funny, ridiculous even that he didn't know how to be sexy but the way he moved his hips was winning Derek over.

Scott was beginning to feel like a third wheel with all of Derek's staring and Stiles' unknown flirting. Stiles was dumber than him! A plan struck Scott flicking a light on in his brain. He aimed the hose Allison was using at his best friend making sure to get him soaked. The wind and water spray carried Stiles' aroma all the way to Derek's nose causing him to cover his nose and mouth before he walk away his trousers suddenly seemed tighter.

"Thanks asshat!" Stiles chuckled as his wet shirt clung to his slender frame.

"No problemo, you were tryna be sexy, I was saving you from embarrassment" Scott laughed in a roar. Stiles stuck his tongue out like a child before he discarded his shirt letting it fall in a puddle (A/N:shirtless Stiles!) and began trying to be sexy again. This time his father walked passed with a co-worker. He brought his wrinkled hand to his face and sighed.

"Stiles' idea of sexy is like he is having another panic attack or a fit" The Sheriff groaned in embarrassment as his son had placed the sponge in between the car and his arse then began moving his arse in circular motions. Laughter bubbled out of everyone's stomach.
"This was meant to be a punishment" Melissa chuckled as she was at the station on her break.

Stiles stepped into the clearing. Beneath his feet tatters of autumn leaves. Dusk had fallen, and although the storm was dying away the woods were getting colder. Stiles didn't feel the cold. Neither did he mind the dark. His pupils opened wide, gathering up tiny particles of light that would have been visible to a human. He watched as under a large oak tree his friend sat happy together all snuggled up...but then something was wrong. Shiny eyes, all red, at least 6 pairs appear out of the dark heading towards his friends. And then they were dead...and he was alone again.

.Tap. A small tapping sound coming from his window, a sound that could hardly be heard over the sound of 'Misguided ghosts' by Paramore awakening Stiles from his nightmare. Stiles was on his bed lay on his stomach resting his head on his arms like a pillow feeling emotionally and physically tired after a long day , he had endured being rejected after ten years of loving her, watched her confess her love to Jackson and was beaten up by a 90 year old hunter who doesn't want to die. He felt sick and lonely. Everyone got there happy ending but him.

Yes, Scott and Allison broke up because she needed time to deal with her mother's death, grandpa's betrayal and her little psycho breakdown but they were going to get back together. Jackson and Lydia were probably going to be together forever and he was just...alone. He'd felt this way since his mom died. His dad tried hard, and he appreciated that, but Stiles was a nuisance and the Sheriff had to work a lot. The tapping began again. His dad's words repeated in his head, over and over.

'You're a hero.'

'No, dad, I'm not.'

'You were last night

The young teen groaned as he stood up from his bed and slumped over to his window slowly opening it, a cool breeze hitting him as he did.
"You know I've got a door Scott" He yawned as he waited for the person to come in when he noticed the red eyes looking at him through the abyss of black from outside.
"D-Derek..." Stiles mumbled confused, normally the Alpha lets himself in and hides in a dark corner trying to be mysterious...turns out its just plain creepy. Derek gestured if he could come in and the teen nodded. He stares at the teens purple bruise on his cheek and the ugly cut on his big pink lips for the second time tonight. The first time being when he came crashing in with his jeep and the second being well now. Unconsciously his large hand cupped Stiles' cheek rubbing his thumb over the grazing lightly so he didn't hurt the boy, yet he still hissed. Stiles was frozen. What was going on? Why was Derek being affectionate to him? Was he going to rip his throat out?

"I'm sorry, this is my fault. I should have been there" Derek whispered as his thumb now moved to Stiles' swollen bottom lip and began to run his thumb over it. Suddenly the warmth that was coming off of Derek moved closer and before Stiles could react Derek had placed a chaste kiss on his cut lip. He repeated this three more times before he kissed the bruise on Stiles' cheek, then a wet tongue protruded out of the older man's mouth licking the misplaced bruise. At this moment Stiles was even more confused, like literally lost. 'What the hell is going on?'Stiles thought in a panic.

He gulped loudly his throat getting incredibly dry feeling like there was no moisture at all as he stood there in a baggy grey Adidas t-shirt and red with two white strips on each leg tracksuit bottoms whilst a twenty four-twenty five year old werewolf alpha licked his face. The smaller teen was being shuffled back to his bed, the back of his legs hitting the wooden frame of his bed causing him to fall back onto the mattress the Alpha falling on top of him lightly, his tongue still licking his milky white face.

"De-rek" Stiles groaned as the older man's leg pressed against his crotch.
The older man stopped. Staring into his luscious golden brown eyes, staring into his soul, Derek captured Stiles' lips again sucking on the bottom one before the teen gasped allowing the werewolf access to his mouth. Derek's tongue dove into the mouth of the teen below him, exploring everything, fighting with the others tongue before Stiles got a little more comfortable and began to kiss back his tongue darting into Derek's mouth attempting to get the hang of his first ever kiss/make-out, but failing as Derek began to suck on the hot organ. Stiles full on orgasmed into Derek's mouth, causing the older man to grind into him. They had to pull back as Stiles was going light headed from not having an air and from getting too excited. The blush that hovered on the boys' cheeks made him look adorable.

"But I thought you hated me?" Stiles mumbled as he twiddled with Derek's black shirt. The man above him laughed.

"I could never hate you, even though you never shut up, I just couldn't control myself if you got too close" He replied before he began sucking on the boys' soft ear lobe. The short haired boy had to bit his bottom lip to keep in his moan. Derek's tongue left a trail of saliva from Stiles ear to his jugular where he bit down not hard enough to break the skin but enough to erupt a throaty cry from the squirming boy underneath him. Stiles could feel Derek smirk on his skin.

Large hands removed his shirt discarding it on the floor at the bottom of the bed before they wrapped around his hips lifting him onto the others lap. Derek then took one of the hard pink nubs into his mouth twirling his tongue around it and nibbling. Stiles wriggled and cried out in ecstasy who knew his nipples were so sensitive, his breathe was lagging and heavy as he rested his head on Derek's now naked shoulder, his shirt discarded only a few moments ago.
"What in the hell is going on?"A deep booming voice from behind Stiles grumbled as the door hit the wall. Sheriff Stilinski looked upon the sight of his minor son with a accused criminal who was eight years his senior, aroused and partly naked.

DUN DUN DUN! Til next chapter so please review and tell me what you think. 3
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