I asked my dear muse for inspiration and this came out. It's nowhere near done, I just didn't have the time to finish it, but I'm posting it since I need feedback on it.

Please let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is WELCOME (too bad my caps are just this small!). I need to get out of the funk I'm in so - ideas and bitching are welcome and encouraged LOL

Anyway - I'll let you read and - I hope - give me your honest opinon.

Love,

Emy

Stiles decides to go to see the new house since all the pack will be there cause it's a full moon out tonight and even if Derek - sourwolf with lips of silk - has told the defenseless human to stay home and not risk being hurt by the pack antics, Stiles is a stubborn defenseless human and goes against the beta's wishes.

His jeep breaks down like around the corner from the old hale house in the middle of the preserve and Stiles grunts angerly at Betty promising her to let Erica have her way with her as he slams his fists into the steering wheel and gets down. He unthinkingly moves to take the shortcut through the forest, making a beeline for the pack house, mumbling under his breath about old jeeps and sourwolves and.. he gets distracted by a shadow moving un-naturally through the folliage. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end as he realizes that he actually is a defenseless human, in the middle of the forest, in a town filled with supernatural creatures, on a night with a perfect fat full silver moon when every supernatural creature he knows of is out of control with power cursing through their veins.

ADHD kicks in again and Stiles forgets his train of thought as a beam of perfectly silver light filters through the leaves and makes a beautiful pattern on the forest floor. In the back of his mind there is something bugging him, but the moon light is distracting. Images get a little hazy, a little silvery, a little magical, every flower, every blade of grass, every groove in the bark of the trees around him seem to vibrate with silver energy. It's beautiful. It's magical. It's... it's... a human form steps in front of him.

It is bathing in sliver moon light, almost ethereal, not even real, like an angel seen through smoke. Stiles lifts his hand up to gently brush his fingers through the silver moon light surrounding the form, afraid to actually touch it, afraid it will disappear, like smoke, like a ghost, like something he can not have. He wants to have this person, oh, how he wants to have this person. He needs to have this person. Needs it in his bones. His lips part with a slow intake of air before splitting across his face in a lazy, warm smile, right from his core.

The person mirrors his action and touches their fingers to Stiles'. A small gasp leaves Stiles' lips at the cold, sliky touch. Deep within him something tightens painfully, but the haze of silver moon light keeps the pain dull, forgettable, shuts out the voice inside of him saying "this is wrong, run run run run! run now!"

"Hi" leaves his lips before he even registers what he's saying.

"Hi" a warm, deep, honey like voice replies as fingers tangle with his own and pull him forward. Stiles goes as he is pulled, deeper into the forest, deeper into the silver moon light, following the person he needs to make his.

"I'm Stiles." He says dumbly, smile still firmly in place.

"James" the shadow replies and smiles back at him as he's pulling Stiles backwards through the forest.

Stiles feels like he is floating. he doesn't feel the ground under his feet. He's mesmerized by James' smile. The trees clear away and Stiles finds himself in a little meadow. He looks up into James' face for the first time. He doesn't look like an angel anymore. He looks human. Like Stiles could touch him. Really touch him. Without him floating away on the wings of silvery fireflies. The moon shines over their heads making James' skin look like marble. Perfect, flawless, white marble, almost translucent. His eyes are big and wide as they watch him intently, flickering between Stiles' eyes and his lips, quietly asking permission to kiss.

Stiles barely nods and James is leaning in, soft pink tongue darting out to wet his perfect plump lips as if Stiles himself is some delicious treat he can not wait to taste, to touch, to have. Stiles closes his eyes anticipating the soft touch, feeling James cold breath ghosting ovet his open, panting mouth. James breath tastes like something irony but Stiles can barely notice it through the haze of silver, shiny silver covering, numbing everything yet making it all brighter, better more beautiful than anything he's ever known.

Just as James lips are about to touch his a loud grieving howl pierces the night and Stiles' haze falls to pieces. Pain sets itself within Stiles chest constricting his heart and his lungs.

"No" James hisses as Stiles opens his eyes. But the sight before him is no longet of the angel he saw just seconds ago.

Instead a monster stands before him. Red eyes. Redder than even Scott's alpha eyes. Dangerous red. Red that wants to eat allongate themselves from James beautiful mouth taking with them the last vestige of beauty left behind.

"I guess play time is over" the monster hisses. Stiles barely manages to choke out a pitiful sound before a large pitch black wolf with ice cold blue eyes jumps on the back of the monster holding him and sinks its fangs in the somehow soft skin if its neck.

"Derek..." Stiles whispers going limp as the monster lets go of him in favor of pulling the wolf off of him. Stiles falls back, a dead weight, onto the plush, wet grass. He watches fearfully as Derek lunges for the monster time and time again in spite of the claws and teeth and utter ugliness of the thing that James has turned into.

Terror grips at his heart when it lands one good swipe right next to Derek's neck and the wolf whines painfully. Adrenaline courses through his veins breaking whatever spell James had put on him and Stiles lunges from the ground onto the monster right as it's about to bring its claw down onto Derek and finish the job. It creates a moment's distraction - one moment enough for Derek to lunge as well, from under James, under his unprotected side, and sink his fangs into the monster's flesh over his collarbone. It shrieks out terrifyingly and tumbles to the ground, Derek's wolf pinning it down with a great paw, bloody teeth bared, eyes ablaze. It's clear to Stiles what the wolf wants to do but something inside him turns and he reaches out a trembling hand to touch Derek's soft fur.

"Please. ..Don't. .." he murmurs quietly to the wolf.

Under him the monster has turned back to the beautiful angel of a man that had mesmerized Stiles, long lashes framing big bright dark eyes, soft inviting lips parted just enough for the gushes of air to slip between. Stiles shakes his head to clear the haze that is building up once again. He closes his eyes trying to push James out of his thoughts one way or another. When he opens his eyes again after what seems like ages to get his mind back under control Derek has switched back into his human self. Not even his beta form. His very human, very vulnerable, very gorgeous, very naked human self. He's still stepping on James chest but his bare human feet seem less threatening than his clawed wolf paws.

Stiles rakes his eyes over Derek's gloriously naked form. He can't help but take in every beautiful detail of his tan skin as the moon graces it with its eerie light. Derek's muscles look like some greek artist has sculpted them from the best anatomy books. Except, unlike the statues of greek gods, Derek's hung like a stallion. Stiles gulps down a greedy breath of fresh air that seems to go straight down in his groin, his junk engorging just from the sight of Derek standing there in the buff. Stiles swallows nervously and makes himself look up up up onto Derek's face. His mouth is drawn into a tight line, his nose is flaring, scenting the air and his eyes are bright blue under the judgey eyebrows currently raising to his messed up hair...the hair...it looks so soft and inviting...Stiles wants nothing more than to touch it. He starts to raise his left hand - the same hand he rose to James before, the same hand that James had previously taken to lead them in the clearing...

Derek snarls just like his wolf.

"Why?" He asks, teeth bared, looking down with disgust.

"Huh?" Stiles asks coherently. Derek rolls his eyes.

"Why not kill this piece of junk?" Derek deadpans looking at James as if he's worth little more than the ground he's lying upon.

"Be...be...because..." Stiles stammers over his own words. "He may not be alone..."

"I'll kill them all." Fangs allongate from Derek's mouth, slobber dripping down his chin as he slowly shifts his jaw far beyond his beta form.

"I'm alone..." James replies with emptiness in his voice. With resignation. Something twists inside of Stiles as he watches Derek lean forward as if in slow motion to kill his pray.

"No, Derek, please..." Stiles whispers. Derek growls loudly, stops half bent over the monster, shifts his face back to human and his claws to his beta form, turns his head towards Stiles and asks him with unbelievable calm.

"Why. Not." Each word is spoken as a single sentence but the undertone sends shivers down Stiles' back. Pain sets inside his ribcage and Stiles knows he should let it go, let the monster die and get back to his normal life - well - as normal as it can be in Beacon Hills with werewolves and banchees and druids in his every day.

But... there's something in James' eyes, in his voice...There's pain. Loss. Hurt. Hunger. Stiles knows all those feelings all too well. And he also knows that there is more about the monster inside the angel face. He needs to know. Needs to have that. His heart is racing at the mere thought. Derek is judging him again, eyebrows pulled tightly together in a way that only Derek can manage. Stiles knows he should let it go, but he can't.

"Because... just... Please..."

Derek's judgment turns to hurt. Hurt turns to anger. Anger to jealousy. Stiles can see and feel each feeling just by the way Derek's eyebrows move ever so slightly. Jealousy burns bright in Derek's chest but it allows room for every other feeling that has crossed his face before Derek schools his features in his default brooding mask and straightens his back. Muscles flex tightly under his skin. Stiles wants to watch, delight himself with the view, but Derek's now literally oozing negative feelings towards him, so he just keeps looking at Derek's face, at his clenched jaw, at his perfect nose, at the clean lines of his profile while Derek's staring down at James. A wave of resignation hits Stiles in the space between his ribs, where a shattered heart now resides. He realizes it's what Derek's feeling once again. Derek's resignation hurts him more than a broken bone. And he's had a few of those so he can accurately compare.

"Derek.." he whispers.

"Don't." Derek growls back. "I get it..." he says between clenched teeth. "Not like one kiss would..." Derek closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and goes on. "I'm sorry I interrupted your...time together." He grits out after a short pause. Takes his foot away from the monster's chest. Shoulders hunched forward. Defeated.

"Derek. No. Wait." Stiles says when derek turns to leave. The werewolf freezes but doesn't meet Stiles' eyes.

"Why?" and there's more pain in that one single word than Stiles has ever felt in his life

"You didn't interrupt anything..."

"Yes he did." James smirks from the ground. Stiles gawks at him.

"Dude, really? I just saved your life and that's how..."

"My feeding time." James adds with the same smirk, arms crossed over his broad chest in pure defiance even if he is just lying there on the cold ground. Stiles takes one instinctive step back. Derek growls but doesn't turn. Stiles forgets all about the monster at the sound. He crosses the distance between himself and Derek to take his still clawed hand in both of his.

"That kiss..." he starts and waits ages until Derek meets his gaze. There's pain, jealousy, possessiveness and more pain in Derek's wide open eyes. Maybe a slither of hope too, if Stiles looks close enough. "... it meant...it means everything." Stiles whispers. He watches as the tiny hope grows inside of Derek. Feels it too. He squeezes Derek's hand. "YOU mean everything. I would never hurt you like that..." A tear shines in Derek's eyes from a fraction of a second before he pulls himself together again.

"Then why. ..?"

"I don't know. .maybe he deserves a chance. ..?"

"Stiles! He tried to kill you!" Derek states incredulously.

"I know...Don't you think I know?!"

"Then why?" And there it is. The hurt. It comes back for the vengence.

"Yes, Stiles, why?" The monster in angel wrapping asks standing someplace behind Derek, sheer amusement in his voice.