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Lying in bed next to him pleases his inner wolf. His boyfriend of 3 years slept so peacefully. Stiles was beautiful; from his molten-brown eyes all the way to the mole on the side of his neck. Seeing him with his own t-shirt on just seemed to make Derek fall in love with Stiles all over again. A wet liquid fell on Derek's bare chest seemed to cut him out of his trance. His partner's saliva had escaped his mouth, but the wolf didn't mind at all. It was mornings like this he craved. A buzzing sound from his nightstand made Derek roll over and check his phone. It was Deaton. Why would he call at 8 o'clock in the morning? He better pick this call up.
"Derek" a sharp voice said over the line.
"Deaton. Is everything okay?" Derek asked. Something didn't feel right.
"It's best we discuss this in person. When can you see me? The matter is urgent," Deaton practically barked over the phone.
With a quick goodbye, Derek quickly got dressed, gave a quick kiss on Stiles' forehead and left a sticky note on the fridge where the younger man was sure to see it.
Derek had just driven his boyfriend's jeep. Although it was a hunk of junk, it smelled exactly like Stiles. Because of this, he had come to appreciate the jeep almost as much as Stiles himself.
Pulling up to the vet, something felt wrong, making him uneasy. Derek was sure he wasn't here to receive bad news; life had been surprisingly calm lately. Maybe there was another pack in town, or maybe he had found something Stiles would appreciate. His partner had recently been using wolfs-bane to his advantage, so maybe it was just another supply.
Walking to Deaton's office, he was met with a very grim face. This was definitely not a good sign in the slightest.
"Sorry for waking you up this morning, but I've discovered something you might want to know," Derek just nodded, unsure of what to say. "It's obvious to everyone how much you have come to love Stiles, but if I may ask, how's your wolf handling this?" Deaton asked in a very serious manner.
Derek had noticed his wolf wanting to come to the surface. Stiles had became his new anchor to keep it down. It's as if the inner beast wanted to claw out of his chest and howl all night with his mate Stiles. The only problem though; Stiles didn't have a wolf. He was human. Lately when they'd been together, Derek kept feeling urges to sink his teeth into the younger man's neck and turn him, but he knew he wouldn't be forgiven. Turning Stiles was starting to become a bigger problem than he first thought. Derek could keep his inner self to a minimum but lately, it was becoming near impossible.
Alan must have taken Derek's silence as an answer.
"Obviously, you want to turn Stiles. Am I correct?" Derek couldn't meet his emissary's eyes. He assumed he already knew the answer anyway.
"Judging by your lack of response, you nor me will be liking what I have to say." Derek expected the worst but was hoping for the best.
"We both know that your wolf is going to come out soon by the way you and Stiles continue to love one another. You will bite him. You will have him turned into a creature like yourself. This doesn't seem so bad, does it Mr. Hale?" The way Deaton spoke sent shivers down his back. His worst fear of turning Stiles bubbled to the surface, and judging by the man's expression , the vet knew so too.
"I know that you're biggest concern is if he'll even survive the bite. It does tremendous things to your body. Just look at Scott. The once hard working, teenage boy now has all the power in the world. On the other hand, we must look at Paige." Derek felt an old ache come back, hitting him hard.
"She didn't survive. Sorry to say, nor will Stiles." Derek felt his heart shatter. He knew he would accidentally bite Stiles one of these days, but having his worst fear confirmed left him in a stunned silence. He barely caught anything else the emissary said.
"I've been doing a little research. You're blood type is A," Deaton continued without waiting for Derek's approval this time. "Stiles is B. As soon as you bite him, his antibodies will attack the bite straight away. His blood will clot…" As Alan continued to describe every possible thing that would happen to Stiles, Derek felt tears flow down his face.
Hale ran out of the vets office, unable to handle the information anymore. He was going to kill Stiles accidentally, very soon. The bite wouldn't take on Stiles. He would just die like Paige, his very first mistake in life. The wolf now let himself transform and headed for the Beacon Hills Reserve. He didn't know how long nor how far he ran, but when he did look around, he knew exactly where he was. Derek broke down in frantic sobs, knowing exactly why his wolf had brought him here. The area surrounding him looked the exact same as it did in that moment. The moment he fell in love with Stiles Stilinski.
It was a large open area, a circle of pine trees, with little flowers dotting the grass. He and Stiles sat in the center, a red and black picnic blanket beneath them. Stiles was blabbering about the latest baseball game, and how disappointed he was with the loss of the Mets. Derek blocked out most of it as he buttered up sandwiches glaring down at the bread. Scott, Allison and Isaac would be coming soon; they were just picking up some last minute snacks from the store. Derek stopped buttering the bread when a sudden silence filled the clearing.
"Dude, will you stop trying to murder the bread and lighten up for a minute?" Stiles said, looking at Derek.
"I'm not murdering the bread," he growled.
"Yes, you are, the other slices nearly have holes in them. Stop stabbing it! Why do you always look like someone died?"
Derek paused, knife halfway to the butter jar. "Maybe because someone did," he muttered, quietly, just loud enough for Stiles to hear.
"I'm sorry, oh god I didn't mean that- here let's just butter the bread nicely," Stiles started blabbering again, trying to cover up the awkward silence.
Derek noticed that Stiles always tried to make him feel better no matter how many times he had smashed the kid into a wall, a steering wheel, you name it. His family had always been such a touchy subject for him. He had lost everyone he loved. Derek looked down at his trembling hands only to see smaller ones reaching over trying to steady them. This human was once again, making sure he was okay. His rough hands were now held by a much softer pair. This relaxed his wolf which surprised and scared the living crap out of him at the same time.
"Here, let me help,"The younger man's voice spoke"I know how you feel," Stiles continued, "I miss my mum too. Did you know she used to make the best pancakes? She would always stack 'em up, with little blueberries on top and maple syrup. They were the best," Stiles just kept talking, but it was...calming. As he told Derek about his mother, the wolf noticed that his hands had stopped shaking, and for the first time in what must of been ages, he felt relaxed around another person. Even his wolf seemed happy and content.
Stiles kept talking, his hands still on Derek's, as he gently helped the man finish buttering the bread, this time without holes.
"See big guy, I knew you could do it! You just need to relax sometimes. That's alright though, we can work on that later," Stiles said as he sat back and began pouring drinks into cups. Derek's hands felt surprisingly cold without Stiles' warmth. His wolf let out a small whine. It was because Derek was lost in thought that he didn't notice the others come up over the hill first, but Stiles did, and ran up to meet them.
It was that moment that Derek when watching stiles sprint happily and carelessly towards his friends, already laughing and cracking another joke, he knew that he loved him. Stiles may just be a human, but Derek loved him, and wouldn't give him up for the world.
It seemed as though time flew by. The two had started dating not long after and three years later, Derek knew that they were going strong. Too strong now. He would never, ever want to put Stiles in harm's way. Unfortunately for Derek, he was dangerous and deadly for Stiles. He was the harm.
His boyfriend now had a job at the police department under his dad's wing. It was incredible how Stiles came home every single night so thrilled by the day. Whether it was how he gave someone a speeding fine or how he got into a foot chase with a criminal, Stiles was always eager to share his day with Derek. Stiles had joy. Had hope for a bright future. The wolf knew he couldn't take that away from the younger man.
Stiles awoke to an empty king sized bed. He was worried at first, wondering where his boyfriend was. He bolted to the kitchen, hoping that maybe Derek was there making pancakes. Ever since Stiles told his partner the way his mum used to make them, Stiles was often woken by the delicious smell of pancakes, stacked and topped with blueberries and dripping with maple syrup. It reminded him of the little time he had with his mother.
As he looked around, Stiles noticed a little yellow sticky note on the fridge. It stuck out amongst the thousands of brochures he and Derek had collected over the years.
'Gone to see Deaton. Feed yourself- no eggs. I'll be back as soon as I can. xx'
Stiles smiled at the note. Derek found out the hard way that Stiles was a horrible cook. He once tried to make his boyfriend breakfast in bed and it all went horribly wrong.
His alarm rang at 5.30am. Stiles groaned, smacking clumsily at the bedside table where it stood, trying to (unsuccessfully) turn it off. Damn Derek for being an early riser.
"'Ive more minutes…" Stiles mumbled, face smooshing into the pillow. "Wait!" He bolted upright, suddenly remembering what day it was. He groaned, rolling out of bed. Stiles had exactly 30 minutes to give his boyfriend the breakfast of a lifetime. He rolled out of bed, groaning, but not before giving Derek a quick kiss. He quickly put on a shirt and brushed his teeth, before stumbling off, still half asleep, to make the incredible breakfast.
When Stiles had gone shopping that week, he had made sure he had all the necessities to cook the best breakfast. Bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, orange juice, the lot! With 10 minutes left, all that was left to cook were the eggs to go with the bacon.
Stiles was never a morning person, so while the food was cooking, he decided to rest his eyes for a second. It was only 5:50am, after all.
Bad idea.
He hadn't realised he had dozed off until a pair of strong hands shook him awake. His sourwolf was leaning over him, eyes wide with worry.
"Stiles, the fire extinguisher!" Stiles looked over his boyfriend's shoulder, where a massive flame was blazing from the stove top. The clock on the wall read 6:20.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry I that was not meant to happen oh god what have I done?" Stiles practically yelled, wishing the ground would swallow him home.
Derek being the superman he is, extinguished the flame before this could happen.
"Care to explain?" Derek asked Stiles.
"I wanted to make you something nice for your birthday." Stiles responded, blushing. He looked up to see Derek with a rare look on his face. It was mixture surprise and disbelief. Maybe this had been a bad idea, maybe he should've just ordered something instead maybe-
A pair strong arms wrapped around him, interrupting his thoughts. The younger man felt safe and secure in Derek's arms, any doubt melting away. It felt like they could protect Stiles from absolutely anything in the world.
"Sty, you didn't have to do that. I don't need anything special on my birthday, except you."
"I'm pretty sure that's the most you've said to me at anyone time," Stiles whispered, not wanting to break the moment. Derek's chuckle filled the room and Stiles' heart. It was a beautiful sound, a deep rich chuckle that made Stiles' knees buckle.
"I love you my hyperactive spaz," Derek had murmured in Stiles' ear ever so lovingly.
"I love you too sourwolf," Stiles responded hugging him even tighter.
Stiles decided he would make himself a bowl of fruit loops. Every time they went grocery shopping together, Derek would often shake his head at Stiles' unhealthy selections, claiming they would give him cavities and stomach aches. Stiles simply criticised Derek's kale in return making faces at the 'gross green stuff'. His boyfriend still bought the sugary snacks. Stiles knew it was because they made him happy.
After a long and well deserved shower after a tough week at the station, Stiles wondered where his wolf may be. Why would Deaton need to see Derek so suddenly? He told himself to stop stressing, as he would just ask his partner when he got back.
Walking into the lounge room, he decided that he wanted to paint the wall. Maybe a nice, bright red. Not blood red, but the red of a Valentine's Day card, or the colour of his hoodie. The house could use some brightening up. He would ask the sourwolf when he returned.
Hours later, he finally saw his boyfriend pull up in the driveway. Derek looked very grim and Stiles immediately felt the urge to give him the biggest hug. He did just that. Derek hugged back, tighter than he ever had. Stiles didn't need wolfy senses to know something was up.
"You ok Der? Did something happen at Deaton's?" Stiles asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. After a long pause, Derek's hoarse voice replied.
"Yeah. Alan just wanted to know if you wanted any more wolfsbane. That's all." Came his boyfriend's response while never meeting Stiles' eyes.
"Really, that took you four hours?" Stiles hadn't meant to sound accusing but he couldn't help it as it leaked out. All Derek's response was a lift of his eyebrow. Maybe he should just stop thinking the worst. He knew the older man would never cheat on him or want to hurt him in anyway. So, he just took his boyfriend's hand and lead him to the couch.
They stayed together wrapped up for hours. It felt different for Stiles. Normally Derek would hop up, or just hold him lightly but now, Derek held so tightly he thought he might get bruises. The good bruises though. Like the kind that was left on his body after their nights together. Stiles felt loved, more than he ever had before.
"I'm sorry." Derek whispered after hours of silence. Stiles almost didn't catch it. The wind must've carried it to his own ears.
"What for?" Stiles said softly.
"For uh… taking so long at Deaton's today." Derek stammered out. There was nothing to be sorry for, Stiles thought. He was doing him a favour anyway.
"No, don't apologise. Sorry for assuming the worst. I just kind of panicked, you know?" He responded. The wolf nodded his head to signal that he had heard Stiles.
"We should paint that wall. What do you think Der?" Stiles continued the conversation.
"If it makes you happy. I want you to be happy. That's all I ever want for you." Stiles just made a small sound to acknowledge the answer. Of course it would make him happy, but why was Derek acting so strangely? Stiles just assumed it was because of a bad day. Tomorrow, Stiles wanted to make it one of these days he craved. Just him and Derek with no distractions.