Hey guys! So I haven't been on this website in about a year, so I thought I check it out again and I got inspired to actually write something! Most of the things I've written before was never published on this site or anywhere else because it was ALL crap. Anyways, this is my first official fanfiction! Woot! I'll try to update weekly or bi-monthly (I'm in college meaning I have other papers to write). I have great plans for the first several chapters, and we will see where it goes from here I guess. This is an experiment. If it's not up to par with your standards, it's fine. I know I'm not a great writer, but I'm going to hopefully improve little by little.

Inspired by P!nk's latest album The Truth About Love!

Enjoy!

Chapter One: Are We All We Are

Stiles slammed his head again the hardwood of his desk, the back-light of his computer screen illuminating his dark bedroom. He lifted himself up, ran his hands across his face and let out a sigh of exhaustion. After everything that has happened in the recent year, he still has trouble processing the facts of life. His messed up life.

Recently he has been having trouble with a certain werewolf.

It started after the Kanima mishap with Jackson. People would think that after you defeat your enemy that life would go back to normal. Derek and his pack would go back to their hideout in an abandon warehouse or where ever they managed to take refuge, and Jackson and Lydia would live happily ever after. 'So much for my ten year plan...'

Scott and Allison may have broke up, but maybe it was for the best. Everything was back to how it was before Scott received the bite, and before Stiles voluntarily got dragged through the chaos that came along with it. Hell, he could say that he had a blast going on that exciting and life-threatening, ride. He enjoyed almost every part of it.

Back to whether things got normal again, well that can be up for debate. Stiles had his five minutes of fame when he won the big lacrosse game that night. The night everything finally came to an end. Unfortunately it was as short-lived as his time on the field. Stile was glad to have his moment, and that same week when he and Scott returned to the field to practice was a great restart.

"Come on! I said 'No wolf powers!'" shouted Stiles.

Scott gave him an exaggerated shrug with a grin on his face. He let out a small laugh before tossing Stiles back the ball, and took his place at the goalie net. He prepared himself for Stiles to launch the ball at him again, but before his friend had a chance, he straightened himself up again and waved.

Stiles gave him a confused look before turning around and coming face to face with Isaac, standing only about a foot away from Stiles with a smile on his face and his bright eyes peering at the boy. This made Stiles jump back in an instant, falling on his ass with a loud 'holy shit!' following it. Stiles would have said that Isaac looked like a serial killer with how creepy he was at times, but kept that side comment to himself.

Scott raced over to where the two others were, "You okay, Stiles?" He asked apologetically. Maybe he should have given his best friend some sort of heads up earlier.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Stiles brushed his ass of the grass that clung to his back end. "What are you doing here? Also, hasn't anyone told you that it is rude to creep up on people? "

"No." Isaac spoke quickly before turning to Scott, "I need to talk to you for a moment." Scott furrowed his brows.

"Uh. Sure..." he replied, waiting for Isaac to relay whatever he need to tell him. Isaac just shifted his glance towards Stiles, giving a signal that he wanted to speak alone. Scott gave a motion with his head for Stiles to go somewhere else.

"Oh. I see, let's not include the sidekick." Stiles sauntered away toward the gates back towards the school. Peering over his shoulder, he saw what seemed like a relaxed conversation between the two werewolves, nothing out of the ordinary. Little did Stiles know that was going to be the first bump in this new road.

Stiles did not know what they spoke about when he left the two that day, but after the talk with Isaac, Isaac ended up spending quite a bit of time with Scott and him during the month. Isaac seemed to want to accompany them everywhere, like they were old chums having a good time, but Stiles always got the feeling that Isaac was trying to push him out of Scott's life or something along the lines, always hogging his best friend's attention. He wasn't particularly jealous...okay, he was very jealous that Scott hadn't really noticed what the other werewolf was doing.

Maybe there was this pseudo-pack mentality between Scott and Isaac that he couldn't understand or maybe it was because Allison broke up with Scott that he felt the need to fill the void with a new friend. About after a month of Isaac butting in, Stiles spent a very little time with Scott.

It was pathetic to an extent how he was so easily pushed out of way for a new wolf to get close to Scott.

So here Stiles was on his computer on a Saturday night during the summer, staring at his computer screen and potentially causing retinal damage in the process.

"This is bullshit..." Stiles grunted.

A couple minutes later, there was a tap on glass window, and Stiles turned around eagerly, hoping it was Scott to come rescue him from the hellhole of loneliness that he was currently feeling. To his dismay though, it was the cause of all his problem...Isaac. The teen was at the window sill, his bright blue eyes glowing in the darkness, and a grin on his face. He motions for Stiles to open the window, and Stiles obliged only curious to why he would even come to his house.

"What are you doing here?"

"What? Can't a guy stop buy his friend's house to chat?" Isaac seemed genuine, but Stiles still was on his toes about this guy, being Derek's second in command and even though Derek was considered trustworthy after his help with Jackson, you never really can tell.

"Are we even friends? You seem to like spending time with my best friend more than you care to spend time with me. Why is that?"

"Stiles," Isaac gently placed his hand on Stiles shoulder causing Stiles to give him a confused look. Isaac's smile flattened out and his facial expression became more serious, "My true intention was to make you jealous. You see, ever since that time I first laid eyes on you, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I think..." There was a short pause when Isaac looked away, unsure to what he was leading to. Stiles felt rather uncomfortable at this moment while Isaac was taking his time to sputter out words, "I think I love you."

Stiles gasp, breaking away from the wolf, his mouth gaped and trying to respond,

"You...what? I...wait a second-" That's when Isaac began having a fit of giggles, slowly building up into full fledge laughter.

"Oh my god! Calm the fuck down...I was just messing with you." He smile was back again followed by some laughter. " I didn't think you would take me seriously."

Stiles glared at Isaac and punched him in his upper arm.

"You fucking jerk. Why the hell would you do that?"

"For shits and giggles."

"Fine. Now why are you really here?" Stiles folded his arms across his chest and gave a stern look to the other boy. He wasn't pleased with how things were going currently, and this man wasn't making any improvements of the night.

"Just came by to tell you that Scott and I have had a great time without you lately. I don't know why he didn't drop you like a fly earlier." The words were harsh, but Stiles let out an unsure laugh.

"Ha ha. Very funny. Now really."

"That was what I came to tell you." Isaac didn't falter on his eye contact, his intention to deeply imbed this truth into Stiles conscience. "I'm not joking. I don't think Scott really needs a lowlife like you anymore. You aren't a werewolf, you're just a weak human that can be snapped in two in a matter of seconds." He leaned in towards Stiles and spoke in a low whisper, "I think you should actually keep more of a distance away from him."

Stiles gulped, taking a step back.

"I'll see you around Stiles." Isaac proceeded to exit through the window. In a matter of seconds Isaac was on the ground and walking away from Stiles house.

Stiles couldn't muster up any words to describe what happened.

He could only think 'Damn it'.

The following week was about the same. After Stiles's last encounter with Isaac, he didn't want to back down, he wasn't afraid of what Isaac had to say—maybe a little—but Scott was his best friend. The only option he could think of was just to tell Scott about it, and hope that he would believe him and put Isaac in his place.

It didn't go that way though. Scott actually thought Stiles was crazy for even suggesting such a thing. Despite bringing up the points that Isaac used to be their enemy and was physically and emotionally abused for a number of years and that could have triggered some form of psychopathy, but Scott was still skeptical to jump to conclusion. Stiles had only one other option.

'I'm not letting Isaac get the best of me. It's time for drastic measures.'

"Scott, Isaac is completely in love with you! I mean, he wants to get in your pants!" Stiles was stretching it a bit thin. First, he wasn't even sure if Isaac was gay, and even if he was Scott wasn't a homophobe, so it's not like he would hate Isaac even if it was true.

"What?" Scott looked dumbfounded for a moment. Stiles thought he should take advantage of the situation.

"Yeah, he told me himself..." Stiles trailed off for a second, trying to come up with a bullshit response, "He said he had a huge crush on you ever since you tried to help him out before he was recruited by Derek." Now that was a total lie.

"Shit...are you serious?" he ran his hands through his hair, "How could I not see it?"

'Wow...Scott is really eating this up. Maybe this will actually work.' Stiles thought to himself.

"Scott, just confront him about it. Just give it to him easy. You might start another werewolf murder spree, and we don't need another one of those otherwise." Scott just kept nodding.

"Yeah. I'll just talk to him about. I'm sure there is a clear explanation...I mean, have I been paying too much attention to him since I broke up with Allison? Maybe he just got the wrong idea. I mean...I'm not gay!"

"Dude, calm down!"

"But Stiles, I've been kind of misleading him. I'm like the king of douche bags. I have to go fix this, ask for some space or something." Scott picked up his backpack.

"You sound like you are going to break up with him."

"I think I am." Scott looked at Stiles awkwardly with puppy dog eyes.

'Wow...'

Stiles assumed everything went well between Scott and Isaac after the "truth" was revealed to him. Scott and him hung out a little more often for the rest of the week. Isaac showed his face only once, and it was with an extended invitation to join him and the rest of Derek's pack at a club for a night out. Scott kindly accepted and passed the message on to Stiles, and before they knew it, it was Friday night, and they were standing in a crowded line to get into The Town, one of the larger clubs in the next town over .

Isaac provided the fake IDs to get in since they weren't of age yet. They paid their entry fees, and proceed through the club. The bass thumped through the room as neon laser lights twirled through the air in synchronization to a remixed version of Rihanna's We Found Love. People danced to the beat, their bodies grinding together, sweat running down their bodies. The aroma of sex filled the room leaving Stiles felling uncomfortably lost in this highly sexualized, yet primal environment.

"When did dancing become so sexual?" Scott asked dumbly.

"It's the downfall of our generation. Hey look, I think those two just conceived!" Stiles pointed out a couple towards the center of the dance floor. Scott rolled his eyes and grabbed Stiles by the arm and dragged him across the room, trying to avoid getting sucked into the crowd of horny men and sexually charged females.

"Where did Isaac say to meet the other anyways?"

"He said they would be near the bar."

The two made it to the bar in one piece, and they could see Isaac waving them over to their private table to the left of it. The usual pack members were there. Erica was draped around Boyd, flirtatiously sitting in his lap and...Derek? Derek seemed like his brooding stone cold self. A scowl which seemed permanently glued on his face, obviously from being coerced into joining the other three on this excursion out. Maybe it was for pack morale?

"Hey man, glad you could make it." Isaac embraced Scott in a brotherly hug, which caused Stiles to raise a brow. Isaac gave a small greeting to Stiles as well before turning his attention back to Scott. "Let's go dance. There were a couple girls eyeing you when you were walking by, you should get out there."

Scott was on edge, he nodded, not entirely sure if that was what he wanted. He feelings for Allison were still the same, and Scott was sure that she still felt the same way. It was just the awkward way the events played out in the end that caused her to make the decision to break it off with him, and he understood. He still hoped there was a chance though.

"Scott, don't look so gloom and doom. That's Derek's job." Stiles commented, "Just go out there and have fun. Plus, dancing with a girl or two is not going to be a big deal. You and Allison are on a break." That's how Stiles liked to refer to it. Just a break.

"Yeah. Totally."

It took about an hour until Scott finally loosened up, warming up to the feeling of a girl grinding up to his body and swaying with the music. Stiles and Isaac both stuck close by, both managing to find a mildly attractive girl or two to dance with. The only one who wasn't having fun was Derek, still in a seemingly sour mood at their table. Isaac broke away from the brunette he was with to join his alpha.

"Derek, you should get out there. Go get laid or something." Isaac gave a cheeky grin, and Derek only countered with his usual glare.

"That's coming from the virgin." He spoke, his words venomous.

"How do you know that?"

"Erica...next time you try to sleep with a girl, you should make sure they won't go blabbing around about your limp dick."

Isaac's face went from shock, to immediate embarrassment before he sat down, covering his shamed face with his hands. After a moment he took a breath, trying to shove that moment of ridicule to the back of his mind, perked back up, and smirked slyly at the other wolf. Derek ignored the look and kept looking towards the direction of the dance floor, he vision fixated on an awkwardly dancing Stiles.

"Well that doesn't mean you can't get laid still. So how do you like them?" Derek rolled his eyes, choosing not to reply to his question. The younger teen turned his head to see what caught the attention of his alpha. When he managed to pinpoint the target, he could only say, "Oh..."

'Fucking perfect..' Isaac thought.

"You know, if you're interested in him, all you have to do is take control of the situation. He's serviced Scott several times since his break up with Allison. He's not afraid to put that mouth to work." Isaac spoke nonchalantly, his words coming off as casual and honest. This information made Derek shift his gaze to Isaac, curious to know more.

"How do you know this?"

"Scott and I have had time to get close. A couple secrets said here and there, you would know what conversation could lead to if you engaged in it more often." Isaac pretended to pick at grime from beneath his nails, "So if you want him, just take him."

Derek stood and calmly walked out towards Stiles, grabbing him by his upper arm and dragging him away. He yelled in protest, and called out for help from Scott, but he was too preoccupied with someone else. Isaac burst into laughter at the whole scene as he watched Stiles get dragged away by his alpha.

'That was too easy.'

Stiles kept struggling under the Derek's grip as he was being pulled by the brute towards the bathroom. Derek tightened his hold on the younger man, his frustration getting the best of him. The older man swung open the bathroom door, startling several men that were tending to their business.

"Everyone out." He snarled, barring teeth and a scowl that could scare gods. "Now!"

Then men vacated the premise of the restroom, Stiles tried to take the chance to escape, but was pulled back in by his collar. Derek slammed the door shut behind the last man, and locked the door.

Stiles managed to free himself from Derek's grip again, and searched for another potential escape route, but there was nothing around but solid walls and a werewolf blocking the exit. He turned around, and saw the wolf approaching him, and his heart began pounding immediately.

"Uh...Derek. Hey. I promise man, I didn't crack any jokes about you recently...well not tonight. No hard feelings, right?" Derek pushed him against the wall, causing Stiles to raise his hands in surrender when the cold surface made contact to his body. "I swear...I mean...uh..."

Derek pressed his body against Stiles, his nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of the teen. He buried his nose in the boy's neck, traveling travelling north, his stubble scrapping roughly against Stiles's cheek, causing the boy to be frozen in confusion and fear.

"I love the sound of your heartbeat..." The words fell of Derek's tongue sensually.

"Uh...Derek, what are you..um doing?" Stiles managed to sputter out in a panic. He could feel Derek's breath on his neck. This lack of personal space only contributing to Stiles's panic, causing his heart to beat even faster. He tried to shove Derek off him, but he couldn't manage it. "Dere—"

"Shut up. I need you." Derek whispered in his ear, before planting his lips firmly on Stiles.

Stiles's choked on a gasp behind his lips, clawing at the wall behind him, and almost fell to the ground from the loss of feeling in his legs before Derek wrapped his arms around his waist. Derek forced his tongue into Stiles's mouth, exploring the warm orifice, before Stiles got desperate.

Stiles bit down on the alpha's tongue. Hard. Derek pulled away from the pain instantly, and cursed loudly.

"Damn it! What was that for?" Derek pressed his palm to his mouth, checking to see if blood was drawn.

"I should be asking you that question! You are the one who is sexually assaulting me!"

"You fucking bit me!" He yelled.

"You were raping me!" Stiles countered, "And for God's sake, you're a werewolf. You heal in two seconds!" Stiles tried to straighten up his clothing.

"I thought you liked this sort of thing."

"What the fuck would give you that idea? I love being raped by men? Dude, I'm not even gay!"

"What? But Isaac said—"

"Woah! Wait. Where the hell does Isaac come into this?"

"Don't interrupt me." Derek snarled, leaning towards Stiles's threateningly. "He told me you would service Scott..." Stiles opened his mouth to say something, before closing it again. He pointed at the man,

"You believed that I would perform sexual favors for my best friend?" He approached the question cautiously, still in disbelief. Derek glared at Stiles, before turning his gaze to the floor, deciding not to answer. Stile's couldn't believe it. Isaac almost got him raped.

"Are you fucking serious? Aren't you the alpha? How the hell does a beta like Isaac manage to convince you that I'm gay and open for some brutal foreplay!?"

"Trust me, it didn't take much." Stiles's mouth dropped open.

"Not only that, you're also gay! Which explains...only this situation, but still! I mean—wait, does that mean all those times like how I kept you afloat in the school pool while being attack by the Kanima/Jackson, and how I fell on top of you after being paralyzed! Was that all some big turn on for you?"

Derek was about to open his mouth before Stiles shut him down.

"No! Don't answer that!" Derek look beyond irritated. "I can't let Isaac get the best of me. Shit! I should of expected something like this from him."

"He humiliated me."

"And me!" Stiles interjected.

Derek didn't get a foot from his position before Stiles was between the exit and him.

"Wait. What are you planning to do to him?"

"I'm going to beat his ass in front of everyone."

"That's it?" was expecting something more than a beating coming Isaac's way from the alpha. "I have something more creative. We have to just beat him at his own game. Give him something he's not expecting."

Isaac was casually sitting at the table, staring at Scott on the dance floor, a hint of jealousy in his eyes as he watched a trashy blonde rub up against his friend. He rolled his eyes, and turned to see Derek and Stiles approaching him. Something was off though. Isaac quirked a brow before realizing what he was witnessing. The two men were holding hands, fingers gently laced together. A satisfied smirk on Derek's face made Isaac uneasy.

"Hey guys...uh..." Isaac was having trouble processing what he was watching.

"I should really thank you, Isaac. " Stiles was the first to carry the conversation. "I mean, if you didn't send Derek off to almost rape me, I would have never had the courage to confess to him." Isaac was at a loss of words, trying to come up with a justifiable excuse.

"Thank you, Isaac." Derek glared at his beta, obviously displeased. Stiles fetched his keys from his pocket, and removed his house key from it before tossing them on the table.

"Here, I'm riding home with Derek to have some real fun. Have Scott drive you and the others home."

"Uh...okay..." Isaac took them reluctantly, still shamed into submission. Stiles laced his hand with Derek's again, and began leading him to the exit of the club, but Derek let go for a moment and turned back to Isaac.

"By the way," Derek swung a fist at Isaac's face, making contact that caused Isaac to be thrown to the ground by the force. "I'm sure you can guess what that is for." Isaac stared at the ground dejectedly, spitting out blood that was rapidly pooling in his mouth.

Derek wrapped an arm around Stiles's shoulders, and they walked out of the club, a smile stretched across Stiles's face.

'Oh the sweet taste of victory.'

Once the two were a couple blocks from the club, Derek pulled his hand away from Stiles's and shoved them in his pockets. Stiles's looked at Derek,

"Something wrong?" He asked.

"No." There it was.

"Great, monosyllable answers from the werewolf." Stiles detested Derek when he got like this. The whole rough and tough exterior that Derek plays could really get on someone's nerves.

"What do you want me to say? Congratulations? You won some sort of battle between you and Isaac that I'm unaware of, but it made him angry enough that he told me you were gay." Derek was obviously pissed off, but it wasn't entirely his fault. Isaac was the one that was stealing his best friend away from him.

"Probably because I lied to Scott by saying he was gay for him."

"What? Why the hell would you do that!?" Derek yelled at that boy.

"Well he was pushing me away from Sco—"

"This happened because McCall wasn't spending enough time with you! Are you fucking serious?"

Stiles was startled by his rage.

"Stiles, I don't think you fully understand what the hell happened tonight!"

"Calm down. Sheesh..." Derek grabbed Stiles, and slammed him against a nearby car that was parked by the street curb. Stiles cringed at the pain. Derek snarled, his eyes turning red. A shiver ran through Stiles's body, and his heart rate began spiking again as the older man dominated him.

"I will not calm down." He said, grinding his teeth in frustration. "I fucking jump you for sexual favors and you just shrug it off now. Aren't you wondering how I feel about all this?"

"You're angry. Hostile. Uh...ready to rip out my throat?" Derek released his hold him, giving up conversation with him. "Is that it?" Stiles asked.

"Yes."

"Great, back to the monosyllable answers. Alright. Just take me home."

When they reached Derek's Camaro, the two got into the car and had a silent trip back to Beacon Hills. Stiles was surprised on how the events played out that evening, and he knew Derek was bothered by the fact that he didn't want to go there and talk about the restroom incident. It was better, less trouble on his part...or he hoped. Stiles was afraid to even think about what happened and what would happen. Now only if his heart would stop beating so loudly.

'When did everything become such a hell of a mess?'

To be continued.

There it was! I know, not super great, but hey, it's a start.

I want all forms of criticism! Personally I love when I get heat for my crappy writing, that was my whole college English class for two semesters.

If you actually liked where it might be going, by all means, I love praise too. A couple favorites/follows would do wonders to my ego as well. Just thought I let you know! ;P I have about 2,000 words typed for the next chapter, I think I can get about another thousand or two to fit everything I want without it being a cluster-fuck of crap and have a decent pace.

So until next time!