A/N: Just wanted to say thanks for everyone who enjoyed, followed, reviewed, and favorite The Sterek Chronicles: The Beginning. Really love you guys so I decided to continue the storyline with Stiles and Derek and the Wendigo. So here's the second installment. Also started a new chapter system where they're now named after songs. Chapter one is "Ready to Start" by Arcade Fire.

CHAPTER ONE: READY TO START

Stiles and Derek continued to lay down in Derek's bed after their second sexual experience together. They were cuddled together and holding each other tightly in each of their arms. Their bodies were pressed together in perfect form. The heat between the two of them were flooding into each other's systems. It felt absolutely perfect to Stiles.

He couldn't stop from staring at Derek's face. He loved his smile and his stubble and his jaw line and basically every small detail about it. Stiles had started to question things in his mind. He still didn't understand why the Wendigo hadn't attacked him that night outside the hospital. Was he even human? Was he something else? Derek noticed Stiles' obvious shift in mood and began to get worried.

"What's wrong?" Derek asked his boyfriend with a worried tone. "Nothing. Just thinking about things. I still don't understand why the Wendigo didn't try to kill me that night outside Beacon Hills Hospital." Stiles confessed to the older man. Derek once again told him it didn't matter because he was safe with him now.

Stiles wanted to let it go, but his mind told him otherwise. He needed to know why the Wendigo didn't attack him. The only reason was that he wasn't completely human. But then what was he? Stiles stopped thinking about the Wendigo and his humanity as soon as Derek started to kiss and lightly bite down on his neck leaving marks as if claiming him as the Alpha's property.

"You enjoy marking me. Does it mean that I'm being clamed by you or something?" Stiles asked him curiously. Derek licked down on the small mark as if cauterizing the minor wound. "Yes. It lets other wolves know that you are my lover. And I have claimed you as mine." Derek said in a full-effect stern voice. He looked at Stiles and gave him a sweet, loving smile.

"Don't worry. It's just something that'll keep you safe. Most wolves don't dare to go after another one's mate. Especially an Alpha's." Derek assured the ADHD teen. Stiles smiled at the fact that Derek wanted to claim him. "I think it's kind of hot. Being claimed by an Alpha werewolf hottie is pretty awesome." He told him with a shit-eating grin present on his face.

Derek glared over at the teen and let out a small groan of annoyance. Stiles realized he was kidding with him and smiled. "I seriously never would have guessed that you had a sense of humor." He told the older man who took it kind of offensively.

"What does that mean?" Derek questioned his lover. "I mean, you were always so bad brooding mysterious sour wolf, I never got to see your humorous or sensitive sides. It's a nice change to me." Stiles said which caused Derek to calm his nerves down and get butterflies within his stomach.

"I've always loved your personality. It's nice to know that you're starting to appreciate mine as well." Derek said with a shit-eating grin now present on his face. "We were made for each other, Derek." Stiles told him half-jokingly believing it had to be somewhat true since they were like soul mates.

Derek grabbed Stiles and pulled him into an intimate embrace and kissed his forehead. Stiles took the opportunity to initiate a kiss and lick down Derek's lips and started to lick down on the top of his torso. Derek let out smalls moans of pleasure and began to quiver his lips.

Stiles continued to lick down his chest and made it down to his well-toned abs. "You are beautiful." Stiles told the man he had fallen in love with. "You're beautiful too." Derek told him before pulling up into another kiss and another make-out session."I'm tired. Let's go to bed." Stiles suggested to his lover. "That sounds like a good idea." Derek confirmed his response. The two soon snuggled up next to each other and began to drift into a connected, deep sleep together.

The next morning Stiles woke up in an empty bed. Derek had already gotten up and dressed and was downstairs making both of them breakfast. Stiles could smell the food and quickly got dressed for the day and walked down the stairs. "Good morning." Derek told the boy entering the kitchen.

"Good morning, babe." Stiles called back to him before walking next to him and asking if he needed help. Derek told him that the food was almost done and to go ahead and sit at the table. He brought them their plates and glasses filled with orange juice. Stiles' mouth watered at the sight of Derek's homemade French toast and bacon. He had already discovered that Derek was a pretty good cook and he loved that.

They had both been great at cooking, and it was nice to trade off to each other at alternate times. Stiles quickly dug into his plate and Derek followed suit and they were finished with breakfast in a matter of minutes. "Well for someone who's not a wolf, you sure eat like one." Derek told the teen he loved sarcastically.

"I'm a growing, young boy. I need to keep up my energy." Stiles joked back. He loved these moments with Derek. The moments where they could just enjoy each other's company and not have any problems or worries in the entire world. But soon Stiles and Derek would have to snap back into reality since the Wendigo was still out there and a new school week was starting the next day. But they were spending the rest of the day together and enjoying the little moments. It became a day Stiles would look back up on and smile. It was absolutely perfect, just like his boyfriend.