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"You what?" Stiles suddenly felt... he didn't really know how to feel, because it was hard to decide if Derek was kidding or ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good, because let's face it; if Stiles gets killed by a psycho, Scott will manage to kill himself with a piece of candy by the next morning and even his wolfyness wouldn't be enough to save him from choking. And even if he doesn't like to admit it; Derek needs Scott. So Stiles simply choose to be confused.

"I said I'll do it," repeated Derek a little bit louder, but the sparkles of pure, shameless joy didn't disappear from his eyes. Not even a little bit. And he visibly tried to hold back a smile. Asshole.

"You...a-are you... are you ki-kidding m-me?" Of course he has to stop being able to speak without the stupid stuttering. Awesome.

Derek only stepped closer to him, not caring about Scott's clear and loud whine from only a couple of feet away from them. Stiles felt the cold metal of his locker cooling his back that started to heat up like his whole body in the heat of the Alpha werewolf's intense staring. His heart raced like crazy in his chest and suddenly his mouth felt like a desert. Stiles licked his lips, and the reddening eyes flicked onto his mouth, a delicious looking tongue mirroring the move of his.

"Oh my god, why aren't you kidding? You should be just making me look like a total idiot and teasingly walk away like the ridiculously hot adorable asshole you are, but you're actually serious, and it's so weird, ohmygodyouwanttosexme!" Stiles wanted to zip his mouth and the Earth - or Derek - to swallow him right there and then. The locker room was already empty anyway...

"You think I'm hot?" Derek raised his left hand (in synch with his left eyebrow) and slowly - oh so slowly - put it next to Stiles' head on the metal door. It was at least a thousand times worse than if he'd have hit the locker with his palm, probably making Stiles jump, because this predatory speed made him follow all the moves of the incredible muscles under the black, long sleeved shirt, making him exhale shakily and his dick jump in his pants. "And adorable?"

"Wha-what happened to the ridiculous and th-the asshole?" Stiles whispered onto the man's lips because they were right there, and he just couldn't believe he is flirting with Derek right now and here. "And how did you even get in here?"

"Into your personal space?"

"In-into the locker room..."

Derek flashed a blindingly bright grin, and stepped even closer to him. "I just followed my instincts." Why does everything suddenly sound sexy that leaves those hypnotising lips?! "I'll get you..." Okay, this is just pathetic how his knees start to shake hearing this. "I'll get you at eight."

"O-okay." Stiles managed to answer, and he almost passed out when Derek laid a soft kiss onto the corner of his mouth. "Th-thank you."

"The pleasure is mine, too."

After several minutes of taking calming breaths, Stiles slowly felt strong enough to open his eyes.

Scott was curled up in a ball of 'Not cool, man' and 'Let my die after this' on the floor, somehow covering his eyes, ears, and even his nose with his arms and hands.

Stiles felt a grin slowly taking over his whole face when he kneeled down to comfort his best friend. After watching him and Allison eating each other's faces for months, it was a perfect payback.

It was hard to believe, but yeah... Stiles was happy because of Derek.

And something told him... he will be even happier tonight...