Vulnerable.
He'd been so damn vulnerable.
But Derek couldn't help it, though his mind chanted insults of weakness at him he still couldn't help it. The boy, Stiles, did something to him. Something unpleasant that made his gut trip and his head spin.
Anger.
Anger was what kept him in control, by tapping into that anger he could control his wolf genes but when he was with the boy…
When he was with Stiles he didn't feel angry, he felt…tired. As though he'd been fighting a losing battle against the world and himself for such a long time and now, now all he wanted to do was close his eyes and rest side by side with him.
A loud knocking echoed through the old Hale house and Derek's thoughts quickly fled to the back of his mind, he moved slowly with no great hurry towards to the door and opened it to find exactly the person he didn't want to see.
"Gee, take your time why don't you. You know the problem with living in ScoobyDoo's house? It takes to long for people to open the door." Stiles said shivering in the twilight outside air and rolling his eyes at the dark haired gent standing beside the creaky wooden door. He was about to ask to be let in when a pair of heavy lips crashed on to his.
Passion.
Anger.
Hurt.
Betrayal.
Lust.
These were all things Stiles could taste in the kiss.
And something else.
Something sweeter.
A hidden light harmonic note to the pairs kiss, the thing that kept Stiles lips tingling for more even when their faces pulled back.
"Well it's great to see you too Sour Wolf." He smirked.
Derek grimaced and slapped the smaller boy's arm gruffly, "Why don't you just shut your mouth Stilinkski?"
But Stiles smirk only grew and a light chuckle bubbled out of his still buzzing lips. "You didn't want me to keep it shut a moment a go."