The Dark Side of the Moon

Derek's lips traced Stiles' collarbone. He whimpered, feeling the hard-on in his underwear twitching, aching for more. Derek smirked, rubbing his scruff against Stiles' smooth, hairless chest. "Please... please, Derek," the words dripped from Stiles' open, gasping mouth as he arched against the heavy, muscular body that lay on top of him.

"Soon..." Derek cooed, relishing every second of seeing Stiles skinny, smooth body writhing beneath him. He felt his own hard-on throbbing, ready to enter the younger boy. But it would have to wait. He wanted to enjoy this as long as he possibly could.

Derek moved down toward Stiles' belly button, licking and kissing the entire way. Finally, he reached Stiles' hips. He licked and gently bit them thoroughly, making his way to the center where Stiles' throbbing erection was leaking precum onto his underwear.

"You really want this, don't you?" Derek teased, planting gentle kisses on the tip of Stiles' penis through his briefs. In reply, Stiles let out a loud moan, digging his hands into the sheets of his bed. The combination of Dereks soft lips and his manly scruff occasionally rubbing against Stiles' shaft was almost too much for him to handle. All he wanted was to feel Derek inside him, controlling him, loving him.

"PLEASE, Derek! Fuck me now! Please... Please..."

"Please..."

"Pl..."


"Please!" Stiles snapped awake, his alarm clock blaring an annoying beeping noise. He looked at the display as he hit the snooze button. In bright, red numbers, the alarm clock informed him that it was only 7:15 AM. Why was he awake this early?

Oh, right. It was the second day of school. He'd nearly forgotten that summer was already over. Stiles looked at the empty space next to him in his bed, his mind still consumed by the dream he'd been having. His briefs felt sticky, and pulling off the covers confirmed what he'd felt - Stiles' underwear were completely covered in cum.

Letting out a sigh, he stood up out of bed. Stiles' had been working out a little bit over the summer. After staring at a bunch of totally ripped werewolves, your self-esteem starts to take a beating. However, he couldn't really tell much of a difference. He was a little bit more toned, sure, but he was still way skinnier than Scott, Derek, and Jackson. Pushing the thought from his mind, Stiles tossed his sticky underwear on the floor by his desk, and searched his dresser for a clean pair.

Twenty minutes later, Stiles' was clean and dressed for another incredibly exciting day at Beacon Hills High School. After saying goodbye to Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles was in his (slightly scratched) jeep and ready to go. When Stiles was alone, as he was on the way to school, he couldn't stop thinking about Lydia. Was it bad that he'd hoped that Jackson would really die?

It wasn't that he had anything against Jackson exactly (aside from the fact that he attacked everyone he loves and knows), but he saw Jackson's death as an opportunity. It was an opportunity to create something beautiful out of tragedy. But all those feelings had been put to rest now. Lydia was all he'd ever wanted, and she didn't want him back - that was that. There was no point in lingering on it or letting himself be consumed by it.

And why was he dreaming about Derek? Stiles had never considered himself gay. Sure, mildly curious at one point - like the time he and Scott gave each other blowjobs - but that was years ago! Even if he was gay, Stiles would never choose Derek. No, Derek was an asshole. If it wasn't for Derek and his stupid family, none of this craziness would ever have happened. He couldn't deny that life was certainly more exciting now, though...

So, what if he really did like Derek? He was always there to save him, and he seemed to care in his own, messed up way. Maybe this could really be-

But before Stiles was able to finish that thought, he'd arrived at school. The usual crowd was swarming around the entrance to the halls that Stiles had come to know so well. There certainly were some bad memories here. Sadness, fear, and death were all things that he connected to Beacon Hills High now. So much had happened in such a small amount of time. And he could only hope that the new school year would be peaceful and happy.

Unfortunately, life had something completely different planned for him. As he walked up to the entrance to the school, a car pulled up behind him, squealing it's wheels as it stopped abruptly. Almost as quickly as he'd turned around to see what the noise was, a hand grabbed his shoulder. It was strong, definitely not human, but Stiles couldn't see who it was. The person was pushing him to the car. Students stared at this happening, perplexed but not completely surprised that something strange was happening.

"Get in the car, Stiles," said a familiar voice.
The person pushed him around to the passenger side and opened the door for him. Finally, Stiles was free to see who it was.

"Isaac? What is this? What do you want?" Stiles said, his mouth hanging open slightly in confusion.

Isaac smirked and gestured to the passenger seat. "Derek wants to see you."

Stiles immediate reaction was to run, but suddenly he was overcome by curiosity. Slowly, he sat on the seat, and Isaac closed the door. What could Derek possibly want with him? And why was it so important that he went now? School was about to start, and there was no way he'd make it back for his class.

Isaac walked around the car and got into the driver's seat. He looked down at Stiles, who was lost in thought. Isaac chuckled and reached across Stiles, who flailed in shock.

"Seatbelt," Isaac said with a wink and a smirk. Stiles laughed nervously as Isaac put the car in gear and zoomed off through the parking lot, hardly slowing for crossing students. Stiles couldn't help himself - his imagination was running wild. He walked into Derek's house and Isaac would wait outside. Derek would immediately rip off his clothes and bend him over a table and fuck him senseless.

Stiles coughed and shifted in his seat to hide his growing erection. He really needed to stop thinking about this stuff. Was he making it obvious? Isaac seemed to be focused entirely on driving to Derek's. Stiles' mind wandered back to the fantasy.

Derek would be thrusting into him as hard as he could, and Stiles would feel his penis brushing his prostate - causing intense pleasure. Stiles had never had sex with anyone, let alone a man. But that didn't stop his mind from imagining what it would feel like to have an alpha's thick member inside him, thrusting with no mercy. He'd be screaming, and Derek would be whispering his name. Finally, Stiles would cum while Derek was inside him. Then, he'd pull out and finish on Stiles' face - and Stiles would lick it all up, not wasting a drop of his alpha seed.

Stiles came to again, realizing he'd been rubbing his erection through his pants. He looked over at Isaac, scared to death that he'd noticed. However, there was now music playing and Isaac still seemed focused on driving. Phew. No more of that. Apparently, he'd left his fantasy behind at the perfect time - Isaac was pulling up to Derek's house.

After putting the car into park, Isaac looked at Stiles. "Alright, buddy. Don't have too much fun in there."

Stiles eyes met Isaac's. Did he know something that Stiles didn't? What was he talking about? "Wh-what do you mean?" he stuttered.

"Calm down, Stiles. It was a joke," Isaac said calmly with a sly smile, "Now get in there. Whatever it is that Derek wants to talk to you about, it seemed serious."

Serious? What could Derek possibly want with him? And how could it be serious? Sure, there was an alpha pack in town, and yes, Erica and Brody hadn't been seen all summer; but what did that have to do with Stiles? He'd done research on werewolves because of Scott, but he'd never heard of an alpha pack.

Thoughts racing, Stiles unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the door, and slowly stepped out. Why? That's all he could think - why? Closing the door, Stiles shuffled towards Derek's door.

"Oh, and Stiles!" Isaac shouted from the open window of the car, "I wouldn't be making any jokes today. Derek's pretty on edge."

Stiles nodded. Great - his one defense against awkward, scary situations had now been disarmed. And that's exactly what this situation was: awkward and scary.

Inhaling deeply as Isaac sped off, Stiles stepped onto the threshold of the broken-down old house that Derek called home. He cleared his throat and raised a hand to knock, but as soon as he did, the door flew open. There stood Derek, shirtless and glistening with sweat.

Stiles could feel his penis begin to twitch as desire flooded his mind.

"Oh, uh... hi. You... uh... yeah, so, you w-wanted to see me?" Stiles tripped over the smallest of words. His mouth was watering as he let his eyes linger ever-so-slightly on Derek's muscular body.

Derek didn't even crack a smile. He simply grabbed Stiles by the arm and pulled him inside.

"Get in here," he growled as he pulled Stiles toward him, slamming the door behind them.