Stiles is waiting in the woods. The moon is nearly full, since tomorrow is the full moon. He looks up at it and smiles. A twig snaps loudly in the forest, grabbing his attention. He uses the light of his phone and a pair of eyes reflect back at him.

"Derek?" He asks hesitantly. "Is that you?" When there isn't an answer he says, "Scott? Isaac? ….Uh psychotic uncle Peter?" The light fades from his phone and before he can move he's pounced on by his visitor.

His body lands hard on the ground. Something rotten breaches his nose and he gags. As the dust settles his eyes begin to burn. He can feel gritty grains of dirt in them and tears begin to involuntarily roll down the sides of his face. The creature on his roars, but not like a werewolf, or even like Jackson did when he was a kanima. This things roar was almost like a mixture of the two, shrill but with a deep undertone that had Stiles' blood running cold.

He screams in agony as the creature's claws suddenly slice into his chest. His skin shredded through like it was butter giving way to the hot knife. Another roar comes, this one he knows. Derek Hale has arrived and he feels relieved, he feels almost like he's already been saved. The wait and pain leaves his body. He can hear something running away, howling as if it's been injured. Then he feels himself being lifted up, slightly and then held in warm, familiar arms.

"Stiles, stay with me!" Derek's voice is panicked and broken as it calls to him.

His endorphins quit out on him and he screams again. Crying loudly as Derek begins to rock him, not able to do anything about the gaping wounds in his chest. For a fleeting moment he calms and his vision returns, but is still slightly foggy. He can see the eyes of the only person he has been in love with and who has loved him back. "I don't think I'm gonna make it through this one, Sourwolf." Stiles says as his pain returns even worse than before.

Stiles lies there writhing in pain as Derek holds him tightly. His body is mangled and clawed. His clothes are soaked in his blood. The light in his eyes is beginning to fade and a tear flows down his cheek as he looks into Derek's eyes. He sees conflict and desperation in the werewolf's eyes.

"Derek," Stiles says mustering the strength to say what needs to be said. "I love you."

Derek cringes and his own face becomes drenched with his own tears. "Stiles, I…"

Just then Stiles places his hand on Derek's cheek, shushing him as he says, "Its okay to let me go."

Derek watches as Stiles exhales and his eyes close. He can feel his heart beating, pounding deep within his chest. Each thump harder and faster than the last and he raises his head up to the sky and screams out and then it becomes a roar. His face changes and his wolf self has emerged. His eyes glow a brighter red than any fire could ever produce. Through gritted fangs he says, "No, it's not okay."

He takes Stiles' arm and bites down and then again on the other arm. Soon he's moved to the young man's chest, then his legs, and finally his neck. "Stiles," Derek's voice cracks in desperation. "Please forgive me, baby."

…

Four Months Earlier….

Scott and Allison were back her place, ending their relationship, Erica and Boyd had run away, Isaac and Peter were headed back to the Hale house in Derek's Camaro, and that left Stiles and Derek to work with Chris Argent in tracking down Gerard. The old man had only made it a mile to an empty carwash, when they found him and as he turned to face his son, working with a werewolf, he glared at them all. Then like an oil filled water balloon, his body exploded. A puddle of black muck was all that remained.

Chris told Derek and Stiles to leave; he would clean up the mess…with a power washer. Stiles' jeep refused to start. Derek had him pop the hood and took a look. "You busted a gasket when you hit Jackson."

Stiles sighs, "I should just trade this thing in and get something more durable."

Derek slams the hood and rolls his eyes, "What are you going to get that's more durable than this? A tank?"

"Maybe," Stiles said with a snarky tone. "Pretty sure my dad could find a way to hook me up with one."

Derek gave Stiles a gentle shove and the boy goes flying across the room, landing hard on the cement floor. He groaned and Derek said, "Stiles, quit messing around. We'll just walk and tell your dad that you swerved to miss a hobo and you ended up driving into the warehouse."

Stiles stumbled to his feet and gave the alpha a cockeyed look, "A hobo? That's the best you could come up with?" He turned his back and began to walk away. "And here I thought you and I were equals when it came to scheming."

Derek huffed and followed after the seventeen year old. "Wait up. We'll come up with something."

Stiles laughed and when Derek got next him, he threw an arm around him. "Buck up, Sourwolf. We won tonight. We saved Jackson. Gerard's not a problem anymore, and well, once again you and I are alone together." Stiles sounded almost happy with the last part of his last sentence.

Derek grabbed Stiles' wrist and removed it and the arm it was attached too off of his shoulders. When it was gone though, he felt almost sad, like something was missing. He shrugged it off and then Stiles' words resounded in his mind, "alone together." As much as he wanted to deny it whenever he was alone, Stiles was there with him. Both abandoned by their friends and family, but they always ended up together.

When they approached Stiles' house a stray branch had found its way onto their path. Not looking Stiles, in true fashion tripped and took Derek down with him. Stiles could barely breathe under Derek's weight, but at the same time he felt strangely comfortable.

The older werewolf huffed and growled, "Stiles! Watch where you're walking!"

Stiles laughed and jokingly wrapped his arms around the taller man's shoulders. He gives the wolf his best playful, pouty look and with a sheepish smile he smugly said, "Oh come on Sourwolf, you know you liked it when I was on top of you last week and now you're on top, so how's about you give old Stiles here a smooch."

Derek growled, but didn't move.

Stiles smirked in a teasing way, "Come on, we both know you want to know how it feels." He shrugs and tilts his head for a moment and then moves it back, "I have to admit, you would be my first werewolf to make out with, so try to be gentle."

That's when Derek decided he'd had too much of this. He pushed himself off the younger man and began to walk away. He stopped when he heard Stiles' heart rate drop, it was something he only heard when a person was disappointed. He turned around and Stiles still had that stupid smirk. The look angered him and he stomped his way to the boy. Growling he said, "What is with you?! Do you just enjoy driving me crazy?!" Derek threw his hands up exasperated.

Stiles dropped his smirk and looked down at his feet. "Youdothesametome." He mumbled.

Derek felt even more annoyed. He grabbed Stiles by his shoulders and shook his so that he would look him in the eyes. "Stiles," He said in a relaxed, but serious tone, "if you're going to answer me, then grow a pair, be a man, and speak up. I don't have time for this mumbled crap."

Stiles looked deep into Derek's eyes and something took hold inside him. He thrust his head forward and pressed his lips to the young alpha's. Derek found himself letting his hands loosen their grip and he deepens the kiss by pressing back. It only lasts for a moment and when their lips separated the both stood their awkwardly staring down at the ground.

"I uh…I didn't really mean for you to do…that." Derek said feeling like if he looked Stiles in the eye he'd rip his clothes off of him.

Stiles twisted his foot on the ground like a child that was in trouble would. "Yeah, I don't know why I did that, but…"

Derek slowly raised his eye line, "But, what?"

Stiles knew he couldn't lie, because Derek would hear his heart beat jump. He sighs, "I…I kind of …like…liked it."

Stiles looked up and their eyes locked once again. A low growl came from Derek's throat and Stiles felt himself become aroused. He moved closer and the alpha did the same. They were so close that their noses were touching.

"Are we about to do this for real this time?" Derek asked. His heart raced in his chest. He thought he should leave, this was inappropriate. Stiles was a minor and a guy, not exactly his type. He was sure he wasn't Stiles' type either, but neither of them could move away.

Stiles can feel Derek's breath and it makes his hair stand on end. "I think…we are."

That was all the consent Derek needed and this time he was the kissor. He wrapped his arms around Stiles and pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together. When they parted both were uncontrollably smiling and Stiles' said, "You wanna stay the night and keep making out?"

Derek nodded and the two took their first steps toward becoming a couple.

…..

Present Time…

Derek watches as Stiles writhes and seizes. He remains unconscious and Derek holds him tight. "Stiles, I'm so sorry. Please, baby, you have to hold on. I can't lose you. I can't be alone without you."

The sound of a snapping twig turns Derek's attention for a moment and he turns to see Scott standing only a few feet from them. "Stiles…" The younger wolf goes pale as he sees the damage done to his best friend. He sees the slashed claw marks on Stiles's chest, his legs, and then he notices the bite marks that cover him. He looks at the older wolf, "Derek, did you…?"

Derek nods and his tears flow again, "I didn't have a choice, Scott." He looks down at his love and says just as his voice cracks, "He was going to die. I … I couldn't … I lo….."

Scott's eyes widen with realization, "It's you. You're Stiles's secret love!" He blinks and then drags his hands over his face. Suddenly everything makes sense to him and he drops to his knees. "I'm so stupid. I thought it was Lydia and that she didn't want anyone to know because she's scared of what other people think. I knew I smelled you on him, but he said he was just using your place as a hideout for his hook ups. I … I feel so stupid."

"He wanted to tell you." Derek says in a cold, stern, and almost quiet tone.

Scott stands up and moves closer to his friends, "What?"

Derek rubs his thumb gently over his love's forehead, carefully stroking the front of his hair. "He wanted to tell you, but I wasn't ready for the pack to know yet, and he was scared about how his dad would take it, so we kept it a secret."

Scott drops his gaze to Stiles. For the moment his body is resting a peaceful in Derek's arms. His face showing no signs of pain at all and then Scott listens for his best friend's heartbeat. It's so faint that had he not been paying close attention he would think the boy was dead. "His heart…" Scott says hesitantly.

Derek sighs and another tear rolls down his cheek. "I know. At first it was steady and then it started to slow. That was when I bit him and then it was fast again. Now it's slower than I've ever heard it, slower than when he's asleep."

The older wolf feels his friend place a hand on his shoulder. "He's gonna make it, Derek."

"Either way I lose him though," Derek says looking back at the boy he loves.

…

Three Months Earlier…

It was the night after the full moon and Stiles found himself waiting in the darkest part of the woods. The warm summer night's air was muggy from the previous night's rainstorm. He wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked around and began to feel someone's arms wrap around him, strong, muscular arms. Warm and comforted by the arms, Stiles melted into them and sighed.

"Sorry, it took me so long. Jackson's kind of impossible to work with." Derek's voice was a deep whisper.

Stiles tilted his head back and felt the rough brush of stubble against his clean shaven cheek. He smiled, "You're here now." He turned and wrapped his arms around the taller man with a smirk on his face. "Just don't ever keep me waiting again…cause I'm a hot commodity for werewolves."

Derek raised an eyebrow, "Oh really."

Stiles nodded quickly, "Oh yeah, I walk the streets at night and werewolves come out just begging for me to be their boyfriend."

"Well I guess I better keep a closer eye on you then." Derek said as he smirked.

Stiles smiled and said, "Good, because the longer I'm away from you the worse it gets."

He pressed his lips to Derek's and the two melted even further into each other. Stiles pulls back and Derek lets out a whine.

"Can I ask you a question?" Derek asked letting go of his boyfriend.

Stiles nodded, "I'm an open book."

Derek led him over to a fallen tree and they both took a seat. "Peter told me that he offered you the bite and that you lied when you refused him."

Stiles adjusted himself and took Derek by the hand, "I didn't want to be his. Part of me wanted the good that came with being a werewolf, but all of the bad parts got in the way. I thought I'd be his slave if I said yes to it. So no I didn't want the bite."

Derek paid close attention to the boy's heartbeat, and not once did it flutter or skip a beat. It was steady and he knew Stiles was being honest with him. "What if I was the one offering it to you? Would you want it then?"

Stiles shook his head, "I'm sorry, but no. I like who I am and I like being with you, but I don't want to be a wolf."

Derek pulled Stiles in and kissed his forehead. "Then I promise I will never let you become one."

Stiles laid his head on Derek's shoulder and sighed, "Good, because while I'm good at lying and coming up with cover stories for you and Scott, I don't know if I could ever do it for myself."

"You'll never have to. I promise." He pulled the smaller boy in more tightly.

The wind blew another gentle summer breeze over them. Stiles' scent filled Derek's senses. Feeling the warmth of the younger man's body in his arms made him feel more joy than he could remember. The last time he had been that happy, or at least close to it was when he was with Kate. He rested his forehead against Stiles' and smiled.

"I love you, Stiles." Derek whispered. His eyes widened as he hadn't meant to say the words so soon, but something in him forced them out and now he couldn't take them back.

Stiles sat up quickly and his face holds an almost panicked expression, but then it became a calm one. "I love you, too, Derek."

Derek felt courage take hold and a simple, yet extremely difficult to answer, question came from his lips. "So do

Derek felt courage take hold and a simple, yet extremely difficult to answer, question came from his lips. "So do you think we should tell anyone about us yet? Maybe Scott and the rest of my pack?"

Stiles flinched and his whole body shook with fear. He wanted to believe that Scott and the others would be accepting of their relationship, but this was Derek Hale he was dating. Scott wouldn't have a problem with Stiles or Derek being into other guys, but the two of them being together was something Stiles feared would cost him his best friend. Allison and her family were hunters, and with their matriarch having recently taken her own life due to Derek biting her, Stiles knew he'd likely lose her as a friend. He could care less about Jackson, but Lydia was still a huge factor for him as well. She was the girl he'd always wanted, but now he was in love with Derek. He still had found her to be attractive, but it wasn't on the same level of intensity anymore.

His dad would probably be the most difficult of them all, with the exception of Scott, who in Stiles' mind, could be just as hard or even more hard at taking the news. Explaining how they fell in love, let alone why Stiles would be friends with Derek was something he knew would mean bringing his father into the light of the secret he's managed to keep for over a year now.

Stiles sighed and looked up into his boyfriend's eyes. When he saw Derek's expression soften to a less happy one he hesitantly said, "Is… is it okay if we wait a little longer?" His heart ached in his chest, knowing how badly Derek has wanted to take their relationship to the next level. "I just don't know how people are going to react and I want to have a little more time of ignorant bliss with the guy I love."

Derek didn't have to be a werewolf to pick up on Stiles' nervous energy, his boyfriend vibrating in his arms did it for him. He cup his chin and brought his mouth closer to his own. Just as their lips were about to touch Derek whispered words onto Stiles' lips that were so gentle and feather-like, they made the boy become steady and relaxed. "I'd wait a thousand lifetimes for you, Stiles." Then he pressed his lips to Stiles' and once again they melted into each other.

…

Present Time…

Derek and Scott watch as Stiles' wounds begin to heal. It's taking a while, but they are healing nonetheless. His breathing and heart rate have finally calmed and Derek lets out a small sigh of relief, knowing that this is far from over.

"He's gonna make it, isn't he Derek?" Scott asks suddenly. Derek turns and stares at his friend blankly. "He's healing so the bites changing him, he's going to be alright isn't he?"

Derek blinks and snaps to attention. "I don't know." He says with heavy honesty.

Scott's jaw tightens, but the teen relaxes and calmly asks, "What do you mean you don't know? You've been at this for years! Yeah, you've only been an alpha for a few months, but you should be able to tell by now if someone is going to die or turn, right?"

Derek drags his hands over his face. "Scott, I've seen it go both ways. One minute their healing and looking fine, and the next they're gone. So I'm telling you the truth. I don't know."

Scott feels like the world's biggest jerk as he senses a cluster of mixed emotions radiating from Derek. His curiosity gets the better of him and he asks, "Why was Stiles out here in the first place and what attacked him? Do you think it was the alpha pack?"

"He was meeting me so we could be together without getting caught. I was running late and got tied up with Isaac's own personal drama, so I wasn't here to protect him. This wasn't the alphas, this was something else. It's something that smells like death." Derek turns back to Stiles. "If I hadn't stopped to help Isaac with his stupid crush issue, I could have protected him…or died trying."

Scott could smell something in the air, it was similar to a werewolf, but it was more pungent, like something that had been hit by a car and died on the side of the road and had rotted in the sun. He crinkles his nose and tries to focus on a different scent, but it is nearly impossible until he catches a whiff of a more pleasant smell. He smiles, grabs his phone and sends a text.

SCOTT: DON'T GET TOO CLOSE RIGHT NOW. MEET ME AT MY HOUSE TONIGHT. I'M GOING TO NEED YOU TO DISTRACT ME LATER ;)

"Who are you texting?" Derek's voice interrupts Scott's fleeting moment of happiness.

Scott jumps slightly in his seat, "Huh? Oh uh, no one."

Derek sighs knowing the look Scott has when he's in love, "Well tell Allison or whoever you're into now that you'll talk to them later. Then use Stiles' phone to text his dad and say that he's spending the night at your house."

Scott nods and retrieves his friend's phone from his pocket and texts the sheriff. When he presses send he feels guilty for not having noticed Stiles' being in love. He feels like he's failed as a friend and all he wants now is to make sure he does better.

Wiping a bit of caked on dirt from Stiles' face, Derek says to Scott. "Go home, be with the person that was texting you. I'm going to take Stiles back to my old house."

Scott shakes his head, "I'm not leaving him! And why would you take him there?! It's not like you'd be able to make him comfortable or anything."

Derek sighs, "Scott, I have things there that will help his body deal with taking the bite easier, and I actually have a pretty soft mattress that's in the upstairs part! You have someone that needs you. I heard you're heart flutter with worry when you read their text, so go. I'll call you if something happens."

Scott can tell that Derek isn't going to let him or anyone else near Stiles until he either wakes up or if the bite kills him. He sighs in anger, "Fine, but the second he wakes up, or if something happens, you better let me know or so help God, Derek…"

Derek scoops Stiles back into his arms, rises slowly to his feet, and gives Scott the look only an alpha can give a beta. "Scott, I know he's your best friend, but he's my boyfriend. I've got this. You do whatever it is that has you worried and then you can come check on him."

He then roars and the beta in Scott forces the younger wolf to hightail it out of there.

…

Within ten minutes Derek has sprinted all the way to his old house while carrying his boyfriend. He takes him upstairs and into the one solid room that is left upstairs. On the floor, in the center of the room is a mattress, covered in white, silken sheets, on top of a large area rug that almost blends in with the burnt hardwood flooring. He lays an unconscious Stiles on the bed and goes and retrieves a few jars he'd kept hidden in case of an emergency.

"You're going to be alright, Stiles. I promise this'll work." He looks over his shoulder and sees the boy looking peaceful at last. He sighs and says, "At least I hope it does." He mixes the contents of the jar in the palm of his hand.

He adds a few drops of his own blood and creates a dark paste. He applies a small smear to each cut and bite mark left on Stiles' body. Stiles lets out a small whimper and then shivers. With his shirt in shreds, Derek removes it along with his pants. Derek then strips himself down to his boxers and pulls the covers over them. He holds the younger man in his arms. His body trembles in his arms until a small sigh of relief is let go and he moves his head so that his rests on Derek's chest, the sound of his boyfriend's heartbeat acting as the perfect lullaby.

…

When the sun rises Derek is still awake, unwilling to move, let alone sleep, for fear that he might stop hearing Stiles' heart beating. His eyes widen when he watches the smaller man's slowly open. Stiles groans, smacks his lips, and then kisses Derek's strong chest.

Stiles' eyes shoot open and he sits up suddenly. He feels like his entire body has been put through torture, but he feels strangely refreshed and different. He notices his missing clothes and finds them mangled and in tatters. He lifts the covers and sees only underwear on both of their bodies.

His head begins to throb and he looks at Derek and says, "Did I get drunk and take advantage of you last night? Because, if I did I'm sorry that I ruined our first time together, but I'm glad that my first time was with you." Stiles can see something different, something sad, in his boyfriend's eyes.

"What's wrong, Derek? Was I bad at it? I mean I was a virgin, you know?" He says hoping that he wasn't going to lose the man he loves.

Derek sighs, "You still are."

Stiles cocks his brow, feeling confused, "I am?!"

"We didn't have sex last night, Stiles!" Derek's face holds more concern than Stiles has ever seen on it.

He grabs Derek's hand, "Then what happened, and why are we only in our underwear?"

Derek sits up and a tear rolls down his cheek, "I am so sorry, Stiles, but I didn't have a choice."

Stiles lets go of his boyfriend's hand and touches his chest. His memory comes rushing back, like water from a burst damn. He can see, smell, and feel everything all over again. The creature that attacked him, the smell of death that was carried with it, and all the way to Derek biting him.

He stands up and stumbles as he reaches for his jeans. He starts putting them on as Derek moves for him, but he steps away.

"Stiles, please, you would have died!" Derek says with tears drowning his cheeks.

Stiles gives him the most hurt and serious look he's ever given anyone. "And now I'm a monster." He says before walking out of the house.

Derek falls to his knees and he hears Scott's car pulling up. He can hear Scott trying to talk to Stiles, but Stiles tells him to shut up and drive him home.

….

A/N: Hey all, so this is my first ever Teen Wolf fic, and my first story that focuses on Werewolves. I have Fall Out Boy to thank for the inspiration for this story…listening to music send my brain to strange and crazy places. Alone Together is one of the songs off of their latest album, and it planted the title of this story and its plot in my mind. I hope you all enjoyed this one so far. More to come, soon I hope. I've been stressed and swamped with life and work, so hopefully this and my other incomplete fic won't suffer too much. Don't worry though, I don't leave fics unfinished. Kat I know you're probably reading this. I will update the Glee fic soon. I just had to get this one out there, so quit calling her and complaining!

Also there will be some smut and slutty good times so be prepared. That is all you are now free to move about the internet.