The Scent of You:

Summary: Stiles has the weirdest luck, he is still a virgin, and has a history bad relationships. It not surprising when he finally loses his virginity, everyone questions what is wrong with the situation.

AN: Welcome to my latest crazy obsession, Stiles and Derek. I have a ridiculous amount of fics started. I should note this one particular is mostly written, just in the editing process, it has reach 94 pages, that's nearing 30,000 words I think.

Things you may want to know before reading: Slash, Alternative Universe, Hale family is alive, This is a True mate Fic, Stiles is well past the age of consent. This has straight, and gay couples. There is sex in here, it is rated M for a reason. There also will be some violence in later chapters, probably typically of what you find in the show.

CHAPTER ONE:

When Stiles was in the third grade, he sat behind a strawberry blonde, at the time he wanted to sit next to his best friend at the time, some awkward kid called: David Greenberg. He had not really noticed anything about her for the first few days, but the first day she spoke, two boys tried to pick on her on the playground, and she had not even resorted physical force. She just blew them away with her brain. Years went on, and formulated a plan that turned from one year to 10 plus. Then high school of his sophomore year came and he found Lydia crying in a pricey car, because of Jackson. Thus, setting off a chain of events that create their friendship, making it impossible for them to ever be more than that. Not that he did not think friends could not fall in love, it just once he knew her like that, the romance of her was gone.

And then there had been Malia shortly after that, they had dated a few times. He was even going to lose his virginity to her but then after shelling out a month's worth of part time pay on an awesome date, she ended up getting a call from a family member that her grandmother had died. Now that was usually an old excuse, but it was in the paper a couple days later and he had known Malia. She had looked so devastated.

When he got to college he thought it would all change. He started to realize he liked guys just as much as girls, instead he got rejected on both sides, until he met Theo. At first Theo had been sweet and fun to hang out with, but after a while Stiles had noticed that the guy was sullenly trying to control him. He would try to monopolize Stiles time. It took him a little bit to notice, because he was basking under the attention of what he who thought about making his first boyfriend. It ended at date 11, when Theo had become out right Stalkers and at one point time got really pushy about trying to get Stiles in bed. Lydia ended given the guy a good kick with her high priced heels and did not even complain about breaking hell because she was an awesome friend. Even Jackson threw a hit or two in on his behalf, he was really surprised by that. Because Jackson really should be Jack-ass-son, as he is always an asshole to him.

And far as his virginity went, things always seemed to happen when he attempted to lose it. Stiles did not have much innocence left, but that definitely was still there. He even tried to hook up once or twice, but puke killed the mood for him the first try and the other time, well…that was tons of awkward Stiles will never ever talk about.

Then after that it was a string of dates that never make it pass the third date. And though he has gotten all the way to third base, he never has had penetrative sex. He has conceded he will probably die single, with maybe only handful of hand-jobs to his name.

Now several years later...he found himself moping at a bar. A very nice upper class bar with marble with shiny black counter with leather cushion bar stools. A lot of people dressed in tailored suits with a barkeeper that was dressed in nice slacks and dress shirt.

Stiles banged his head against his hands while his elbows were on the bar, "Ugh, I couldn't believe this! She didn't even bother to show up."

"What happened?" Kira was patting him lightly on the back, being the only one in the group who had any real idea how to comfort a person.

"Heather told me to meet her at that Italian restaurant, but didn't even show up. I'm going to die a virgin," He smacked his head again.

"Stop that," Lydia commanded sitting beside him with her cosmopolitan in hand. "You're ruining my vibe."

"Yeah well at least you have one to begin with." She just rolled her eyes.

"It's okay Stiles," Kira said, "You'll find someone soon I'm sure."

"Not a chance, I spent most of my youth chasing Lydia, then I thought Malia was going somewhere, but when faded into friends, and now she's with Kira, who I do not get why anyone would like... Not mention, I even tried my luck with Danny, but I didn't...even..." He looked over at the two girls, and everyone is making pleading faces for him to finish that sentence, "and every date after I ever had fell apart."

"You know Jackson and I are single," Lydia noted.

"By choice and you wear it like a goddess. I need another drink."

"It's not going to solve your problem," Jackson noted. "You are always going to have a chronic case of virginitis."

"Fuck you," Stiles slumping over the bar his hands almost reaching the other side. "I'm barely...barely a virgin I've done everything else before it."

"I doubt that, considering the last part should be the easiest to get to do. Foreplay is hard to train any man to do." Lydia noted twirling her straw.

"Oh god, I so did not want to hear about that. Though, I think she means that she had a hard time training you Jack-ass-son."

"Don't be ridiculous." He scoffed and leaned back, crossing his arms with a cocky grin.

"No he is right, you were the hardest, and your new girlfriend should totally send me a thank you note, attached to an expensive perfume. You know Stiles you don't need anyone you could just get vibrator, or I'm sure some other toy." Stiles was about to retort, but the strawberry blonde eyes suddenly went somewhere else, "Well, look what we have here, if first you don't succeed, try, try, try again." She was half way drunk, Stiles knows it, because she does not say shit like that.

There was something about magic that made finding the right love more intense. For magical creatures, some concept of the Soul-mate did exist.

Derek's mother believed this concept, and everyone around her had as well because Talia and Daniel's love was so fantastically wonderful, it made you sick with longing. You hated to see your parents make out. But secretly you would not want it any other way and you long for what they have. So Derek searched for something similar. His mother said that it had been in the scent, his father's scent had almost overwhelmed her.

Derek's mother never approved for her children just to date. She always believed you wait for a compatible mate. It was not that she wanted Derek to find a true mate, it was super rare. That was not what his mother expected him to find, but a mate, a werewolf could have sex with about anyone they wanted, but they could not mate with just anyone, the bond would not take with just anyone. A bond was a commitment deeper than marriage, it was not telepathic but it did heighten certain senses and abilities in a werewolf. And there were some people that were so scent compatible, true mates, but those were rare and far between. Derek did not believe he would even believe he would be lucky to find somebody with a compatible scent, let alone one on that level. So he went by what normal people go by, a lot looks and little personality, and as extra bonus who smelt good.

He dated Paige, when he was young, because just like Laura had dated a guy name Brett, they wanted to do what normal kids did. Go to dances, and hang out at night, and brag about their awesome dates. She was sweet and even his mother had liked her, though she still was not happy about him dating around. She conceded with his father that maybe it would at least give him emotional experience. Her scent was light and floral, like gardenias, and he liked being around her and inhaling her. They did not have much in common, but he loved that she had not fallen for him the way other girls do. She was genuinely a good person, but then Ennis had bitten her and when she admitted she had known what he was, still had accepted in the end. He knew she was probably the best thing that was ever going to happen to him. Though looking back at it, all he could see was the beginning of the loss of his innocence.

Kate…She took the rest. Her scent had been completely intoxicating. It was like perfumed roses mixed with the constant scent lust. And he had not gotten over Paige, so it had been so easy to fall.

His sister Laura caught him sneaking off one day and told him she was hunter. At first Derek did not want to believe her, but when he told Kate he knew she was a hunter. He expected her to say it was a lie. She instead laughed in his face, and tried to kill him, but Peter who was nosy even more after Paige, clawed her throat out.

He had not a clue what kind of person she was when he first met her, but now the smell of burnt wood, still haunted him until this day. And the scent he had loved so dearly, the perfumed roses, well it had actually been indication of what a fake person she was. He had not figured out emotional scents yet. Years later, he understood that when Jennifer came along, and then Braeden, neither were his true mate, potential people he could settle down with but there were never be the connection that he would share with his mate. And his Uncle ended up with Chris Argent of all people, Derek really started to doubt this whole mate thing.

And then he found himself at a bar that he has gone to dozen a time. There was an Emissary of a local pack who also worked as bartender who knew how to lace drinks with wolfs-bane without hurting anyone. And a smell like no other hits his nose. He finally understood what his mom meant. This did not bring to his knees, it called to him, luring him into whomever it belong to, and it was not the usual lust driven smell or the mild attraction he had felt around Jennifer. This was so intense, the smell was spicy, definite, and yet there was a touch of insecurity. It was not just the intensity of the scent, but the emotions it provoke, a sense of home he not felt ever, not even with his own family, a warmth and tenderness.

He found the source was a tall lanky yet toned, with pale skin that tinted with a slight golden brown just a level up from white and that was all he could see until he approached the bar.

Lydia's head was turned as soon as she saw him. This was not the first time she saw him, either. This was her and Jackson's regular bar, both of them being in law school. So she had seen the gorgeous Hale of his family law firm, Hale and Associates. She knew about his family anyone who been to law school in the last ten years had, they were the best in the city. Derek Hale was a paralegal for his family though, he was the one that dig up the evidence, did the research on statistics, and he basically was the one who did a lot of leg work.

Anyway he was gorgeous but he was also seriously cut off and aloof. Lydia had tried a couple of times to get him to go to bed with her, both times he shut her down. She might have thought it was just the fact she was female, except Danny tried flirting with him one night and the guy practically growled. Poor Danny refused to ever come back, though it was not just Derek. He really did not enjoy the lawyer atmosphere, he was a clubbing person, but the guy's attitude did not help. However he made his way over with a somewhat daze but determined look. Lydia wondered if that was even a possible combination but it was the best way to describe it.

She adjusted her perfectly pressed skirt and jacket. She then looked in the mirror to make sure not a strand was out of place. Jackson raised a brow, "What the hell are you…" he looked over at Derek Hale and so does the others, all except Stiles who was clinging to his mojito of woes.

"Who is that?" Kira asked as she took in the sight of the man dressed in black that complimented him so well, "He is gorgeous."

"Hey you got a wife," Lydia noted as she gave Malia a pointed look.

She just shrugged, "She can look, and I don't care, because she'll come home with me."

Kira leaned in and kissed Malia on the cheek, "That's right, I'm just um appreciative of the art form."

"Art form? What you guys looking at?" Stiles asked and then he saw him. The tall, dark and handsome man that filled, but at the same time broke the stereotype as he was much more gorgeous than your standard.

"Hello," his voice went straight to his head and not the one his brain sat in.

"Lydia Martian," she said with a demanding but enticing tone. As she looked at him while held out a manicured hand.

"I wasn't talking to you." He said. Lydia blinked, what, well who was he talking to. She looked over to see that maybe it was Kira, or Jackson was on the other side of Stiles. Stiles was…

"Hey don't be rude to my friend," Stiles spoke up. The guy maybe the most good looking one in the room, state, world, maybe even universe, but it did not mean he could talk to his friend like that.

Derek was a bit surprised. In a normal situation he would snap back, it's what he did. Derek tried to put on his best polite smile, but this girl had hit on him twice before and he really was doing her a favor, the way he seen it by having had shut her down. He normally did not come in the bar to get hit on, but now he was the one doing it. And God he could not think clearly. He knew this. All he cared about was, this man he never…this was a compatible mate he knew it, no this man was his mate. His only one, he did not know how he knew. He just did. And was not going to let this man get away. But still if she was his mate's friend, he did not want to disappoint him. Him, wow Derek would never guess that his mate would be a guy, but looking at him now. He was perfect. Slender body, a plump bottom lip that he could…

"Apologize,"

"I'm sorry," but he looked at Stiles with raised brow, "I was wanting to know your name."

"I meant to my friend," Stiles rolled his eyes. He wondered if this was one those 'oh he was so pretty but dumb as a box of rocks' type.

"Oh," Derek frowned but he turned to the strawberry blond, "Sorry to have been rude, but I'm not interested you in that way." Then he turned back to Stiles. His wolf was whining, because he could tell by the gaping expression he totally screwed this up. "Uh I'm fucking this up aren't I?" He ran a palm down his face, "I just want to know who you are, you are so…" He leaned in closer unable to help himself. "God you smell so wonderful."

Stiles stared at him. He was usually was full of words that spew out like a fountain. But the fountain was out of water. "Yeah wow….well…I use old spice." Stiles replied a little put off and at the same time kind of turned on because smoking hot was all in his face. He also did apologize, so Stiles figured he was not too bad.

"It's more than that, it's you, just you." He was on his neck. It was like the guy was drunk, except not, because he spoke clearly to Lydia. He was only when he leaned into Stiles. And Stiles had to admit it was kind of nice having a hot guy drunk on you. Is that even a thing?

"What the hell?" Jackson exclaimed standing up and coming toward Derek who growled a bit and then he smelt the fear in the air, "why is he molesting Stiles?"

Derek pulled back. He did not want to scare his mate off, "Hey no," Stiles cried out. He knew maybe it was a little crazy but the attention while odd was not unwanted, besides Stiles has yet to get laid. If weird got him laid, he will deal with it. And even though Stiles quit trying to find one night stand, but this guy was so sexy. "Stay okay, I'm Stiles Stilinski." He heard Malia smack her forehead. And he knew maybe he should not be so forgiving, he did insult one of his ladies. Oh God, was he really that shallow?

He looked to the forest eyes with brown tinted with green, and yeah damn it he was that shallow.

"I'm Derek Hale, can we go somewhere alone?" He asked. Derek never felt lust like this in his life and all he wanted to do was devour Stiles. He barely registered the blond man that loomed in the background, who tried to pull his mate away. Stiles reached out for Derek, and grabbed onto his shoulder. All muscle, yep, so sexy and out of league. No Jackson was not ruining this for him. He turned to glare, but was promptly ignored.

Jackson gaped, "No you can't," Despite being a jackass to everyone, Jackson really did give a damn what happened to Stiles. And Jackson knew the Stiles fell quick and this kind of guy, Stiles jumped before he even looked to realize that he was in the air and no landing in sight. It had been one thing when Lydia wanted to hookup she could handle it, all of them could. Stiles he was all heart "I don't know who you think you are, but Stiles is not going with you." He gripped his friend's wrist tighter and began to turn in any direction but Derek.

"Jackson," Lydia stated as she looked at blonde as if he was being an idiot. In her defense, Jackson totally was, "Stiles is more than capable of handling himself okay," she looked over and smiled at him. "Besides you know he's luck."

"I am," Stiles was surprised by that. Lydia was always telling him that he would never be able to survive without her. He looked at her, "Wait, what was that crack about my luck? What are you planning?"

She waved him off, "You deserve some fun. You will make sure he has fun," Her voice all the sudden turned sharp as she glared at Derek. Lydia could knew that most likely something was going to happen anyway because Stiles had the worse luck ever when it came to trying to lose his virginity. It was strange. All the things that had happened, people got sick, people freaked out for no apparent reason, really awkward circumstances where Stiles had to go to the hospital because of something to with his penis, nobody ever talked about it. She figured this way he could at least get some good make out with someone beyond his league. It might cheer him up.

Besides she would gather details tomorrow without a doubt as she had been curious about the sexy, mysterious Hale. Though, at the same time she wondered why this guy was interested in Stiles. He could have anyone, probably in town, not that Stiles was not a catch. Just most people didn't, well Stiles was an acquired taste, but still one night stands was different then dating, maybe Derek fuck people he did not want to date, who knew. Not she did not think Stiles was not good enough to date, it was opposite. She just knew how the world worked, and how most people could not appreciate a good thing. So, she encourage Stiles to go and ignore the little pinch to ego that could not understand why Derek was not interest in her. And just in case, well more likely when it got bad, she had Danny check on him via his phone. "Hey Stiles remember check in, check out."

"Yep, got you, thanks," Stiles agreed. Ever since the mess with Theo they had setup precautions in dealing with dates. So far they been unnecessary because Stiles had not gotten very far with any of them.

Derek raised his eyebrows, "Of course, he'll have fun." He yanked Stiles up out of his chair and dragged him out of the bar. Stiles was-kind of still in shock of that just happened.

Just out of human earshot, Derek hears Lydia call someone name Danny to trace Stiles cell just in case. At least they care about their friends, though the wolf could smell the scent of lust and arousal on Lydia, he could also smell the concern.

They walked outside and Stiles found himself against a brick wall. "Um hey slow down," He stopped abruptly. "I'm not sure what's happening here, duuuuuuuuuude." Oh god, Stiles got another good look at him again, close up what color are his freaking eyes? Hazel was that would they call it, gorgeous tinted with green. And that hair, was as soft as it looked, Stiles wanted to tug at it, while he shoved his tongue down his throat. Whoa boy, slow down, okay, think here for a moment…THINK. Stiles thought to himself. Why are you thinking a gorgeous guy just picked you up at the bar and his licking you all your neck and it feels awesome and you want to think? No! Do not think! You get freaky with the guy, don't freak out on him. "You know what never mind, just I hope you're not a serial killer."

Derek was using all his strength not to find some back alley and take him right then and there. His mother never told him this, but now he understood why not even Peter had tried to resist the call despite who his mate had turned out to be. But Derek did not want to think about it, he shook his head.

"My place isn't too far, did you text your friends yet," He nuzzled Stiles some, "The things I want to do to you."

"Uh, yeah like what," Maybe Stiles should have brought that Taser, his dad always insisted he carry.

"Kiss you until neither one of us can't breathe," And then he does just that. Lips grazed over Stiles, a tongue tangling delightful with his. This guy knew what he was doing, no doubt about it. And he was completely gone.

"What else?" he gasped for breathe.

"I'll kiss you all over, after I strip you slowly, inch by inch," He began and then describe everything he had plan on doing to Stiles in vivid detail. Stiles was very hard by the time he made it to Derek's apartment. He was so wrapped in Derek he barely notice the older woman that gave him dirty looks. Normally he would have given a well-informed lecture about the new world and LGBT rights.

"Oh God," Stiles moaned when eyes of the forest lured him in while his hand held onto his. And Stiles loved those hands, the way they were all of over him. They were nice hands too. They were long and thick moved all over. Stiles never knew hand porn could be a thing, but it was now. As that hand pulled him into his apartment, a large apartment that Stiles could not see for the perfect sight in view.

Derek Hale took his shirt off with perfect skill. Stiles started to take his like it caught on fire, when two strong hands gently grasped his wrist, "Slow down, I said I wanted to undress you and taste everything." He pulled at Stiles shirt as licked upward his chest. The lithe man moaned. Derek could smell the arousal increasing. It smelt spicing and just took over all his sensibility. He could tell he was

"Dude I don't think I'm going to be able to keep standing up while you are doing that."

"Well," He smirked and grabbed Stiles hand, "We should take this to the bedroom then."

It was so much more than Stiles could have ever anticipated. It been awkward for him, of course, his hands flailed all over desperate to touch that body, but Derek was a master at guiding him. He took his hands and moved them where he wanted them. He praised Stiles as told him where to put his mouth. "Yeah just like that, so sexy, such a good boy." Stiles had no issue with him taking charge. He could not believe he was going to finally lose his virginity. Oh god, he hoped nothing happened.

A phone rings….

"Give me a minute," Derek pulled the phone out of his pants pocket and looked at it. Just in that moment he knew his bad luck was going to kick in. Stiles saw the bright light fade after the dark haired man pressed a single button, to turn off the phone, "Now no interruptions. Nothing but this building collapsing is going to stop me."

"Don't say that, please I have the worse luck I once had a date…" Stiles whined but soft determined lips stole the words.

"I don't want to hear about the others." He then tasted Stiles skin, as he made he grazed his way to the top of the lithe man's jeans, where he glided his hand downward. Stiles let out a gasp, he could feel the intensity of the excitement as well as the anxiety deep inside. "Relax," Derek looked up with his hazel eyes before returning the task of removing the other man's pants. And the younger man followed through with listening to the command. He forced his body just to let go for a moment. Then the gorgeous man unbutton his jeans, he tugged them off over his hips, slowly with determination. Stiles watched those hands, yep hand porn it was a thing now. And then gazed back up to see lust filled eyes. Then a breath ghosted over what was already half way there. And once that hot mouth was on him. Sucking the roundness, licking the tip with his tongue. It does not take a lot to get all the way there. No really…. all the way. And was kind of embarrassed how easy he came, but hey it had been a while since anyone touch his dick and never like that. And it had felt fantastic.

"You are so good for me," Derek stepped out into the bathroom and Stiles can hear some water running. And he came back with some lube in his hand. Then he kissed him again, and amber eyes wide slight realization that Derek was considerate enough to wash his mouth out before kissing him again.

He was soon guiding him to the bed. And then Derek guides him on his knees, "This is the easy position for your first time, trust me."

"Yeah," Stiles agreed and then his mind went out the door as soon as he felt those fingers inside of him. "Ugh," He could hardly speak. It was kind of strange, but felt so good. Then on God, there was another finger there yeah. "Uh, yes, so good."

"Is it baby?" Derek whispered in, "I want to make you feel so good. That's all I'll ever want."

"Yeah,"

There was a dick up his ass, and it was kind of weird at first. "So good, fuck, Stiles," Derek thrust again. It gets easier after a while and Stiles finds himself lost in the pleasure of Derek pushing into him as he held onto his hips. There was sweat on his forehead and Stiles was moaning, helplessly. He squirmed with pleasure.

"Fuck, that's fuck yeah," Stiles blathered on, not even sure if he knew what he was saying anymore. He gripped the bed sheets.

Eventually he found himself sprawled in the giant bed which you could probably fit five people on comfortable or whole stereotypical suburban family but he did not want to think about Derek and other guys or girls. "So on scale 1 to 10, for that being my first time how was I?" Stiles wished his filtered worked, you think he be too exhausted that Derek had fuck the words out of him. Nope, not a chance.

"What?" Derek turned around to face him.

"Never mind, I…" Great…this was going to get awkward.

Derek's mind was racing he could not believe what he just heard. His mate, not only had he found him. He was a virgin, a virgin, "You are a Virgin," He said in disbelief.

"Yeah," he could hear it, and smell the anxiety that rolled off of him.

Derek rolled on top of him and kissed him again, "That was…you were great." He never had been well with words, how do you tell someone that suddenly just gave you the most astounding gift they could give. His mate was a virgin, it was so very gratifying.

"Yeah," Stiles looked up astonished. He must be have some kind of fantasy, and if he was well…,"Want to go again gorgeous." He winked.

"Yeah,"

The next morning Stiles woke up he found his phone on the floor, and shoots a quick text because there were quite a few border lining threats to hunt him down if did not text back. Then he actually able to take in the large studio apartment. First thing he noticed was the pillow was freaking amazing, soft and fluffy. The bed he had felt like he slept for years and could stay awake for decades. He took in the rest of the place, simple cherry wood dresser, oval coffee table, night stand, and large desk, all matching all made out of the same cherry wood, decorated with simple emblems in the wood.. A few MC Escher pictures hung on the wall. Stiles favorite had always been the stairs, it seemed comparative to his way of thinking.

"Hey," He turned to see the man who probably should have name in the dictionary under 'Fucking Hot" now dressed in tight jeans and black T-shirt with a leather jacket. Oh the cruelty this guy should not be dressed especially when he was…oh. Stiles look at himself. No, he was still naked and went to cover himself, but a large hand gently grasped his wrist.

"Don't you're so beautiful."

"Uh," When did Stiles ever forget how to speak? "You. It's not fair." He finally stuttered out as he pointed at him. Derek raised a brow in confusion but then noticed what the younger man was looking at.

"Oh I suppose not," He did a once over. "I'll even it out, just give me a moment." He sets a brown bag on the dresser. Then he bends down under the bed and pulls out a tray.

"Here," He set the tray on the bed and laid out a couple of breakfast sandwiches. Then he gripped the edge of his shirt, crossed his in arms in a swift movement removed his shirt. Stiles gaped, it was a little different in the light of day. He could see ever curve and crevice in his chest that formed those perfect abs. Derek smirked. There was no doubt he felt a sense of pride. "Does that help things?"

"You got to keep going or I could," Stiles went to grab his pants.

"Don't," He grabbed both arms, and he leaned in and dipped his tongue into his mouth. "I'll even it out. Just be patient." He let go and then pulled at his jeans buttons, and took the rest off, including his black boxers with little hearts.

"Hearts?" Stiles asked.

"I got sisters they get me really weird gifts sometimes." He explained and blushed a bit.

"It's cool, I imagine anything looks sexy on you."

"I could say the same for you, I'm sure." Derek thought of a brown paper bag, and yes he still could see himself take claw right down the middle of it.

"Oh God and your nice, so nice," Stiles grinned and felt little embarrassment for his borderline gushing. Just borderline, guys do not gush like a squealing fan-girl. Yeah right, he was totally gushing.

"Not always," He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders, "I'm actually very difficult to live with." Laura and he had apartment when he was living in New York. It had been hell for both of them, they probably would not have done it, if they had known that Derek was prone to be an Alpha.

"I doubt that."

"You like to find out?" He asked as he brought their bodies' closer Stiles close. Their bodies touching, dicks rubbing against each other.

"Maybe," Stiles replied, mockingly coy as he flutter his eye lids. Derek could not help the sly smile at that, and his brain went to a dangerous place. It was not his usual style, but he was probably a combination of scent drunk, baffle by the miracle of it all, and just plain stupid on love.

"Then marry me," Derek was not a man of spontaneity but the thought of spending the rest of his life with his mate was all he wanted. And he knew he could not claim him physically yet, Stile was unaware of what he was exactly, so his mind went for the next worse thing. He was desperate to keep Stiles and at the same time he wanted to push him away.

Author's Commentary: So this has been a journey, I been working on this one consistently I said I would not post it until I finished or reached 50,00 words. Well, its pretty much finished. So I will be updating this regularly I hope. Sex is, I don't if I would say hard to write, just not my comfort zone. I hope somebody out there likes this, but I will keep posting regardless. I'm working on a lot more fics, mostly one shots, tell I decide which long one I'm going to do next.