Haven't written anything in a while, I can't seem to get the words to flow. I'm trying I really am, I have stories to update, I know. Please just bear with me, I need inspiration. Jeez, I hate writers block. I chopped up a story I mean butchered it because I let it drift around in my head for too long. I'm not really feeling this story but I wrote this because I need to write something, anything or I might break.
They're in bed, sweaty and still in the glow of aftersex, not touching which is pretty hard considering Scott's bed is made for one.
It's not surprising that Derek didn't want Scott to touch him after their first time together, it's not even surprising to know the third time but Scott's lost count now. It's unreasonable that after doing something so intimate, Derek refused the slightest touch. So Scott had to know.
"Hey, can I ask a question?"
Derek gave a noncommittal grumble.
"Okay…Why don't you like when –I mean why am I not allowed to touch –you don't like when I touch you." Scott finished, sighing and chiding himself for sounding so stupid.
"Is there a reason you want to touch me?" Derek's eyes are narrowed and his expression is one of annoyance.
"I don't know. We've been doing this for a while and I'm not allowed to touch you and I guess I just want to know what this is, what are we?" Scott just wants a label, he wants a name for this.
The older beta moves to get dress, "We aren't anything." Derek says gesturing between himself and Scott and pulls on his jeans. "You wanted this and that's why we're here."
Sitting up Scott says, "What no, I mean yea I know I wanted this but…" He didn't ask for meaningless sex despite how great the sex is. "I know you care for me, and I car-"
"Stop." Derek's fully dressed now, "We're not doing this." And he's out the window.
Scott lets out a frustrated yell into his pillow, He knows that Derek cares about him. Derek's shown Scott that he cares about him several times, from Derek saving him to Derek's concern for him the first time they had sex. And besides Scott isn't the only one who wants this, if Derek didn't want this they wouldn't even be here. He's not asking for love just a more firm display of affection, although he has a sick suspicion in his gut that his feelings for Derek are just getting stronger, something Scott's not sure he's ready to face just yet.
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"Dude, why are you so gloomy?" Stiles says, trying to speak around a mouth full of bread.
Scott rolls his eyes, maybe he's been a little down. But it's definitely not because he hasn't seen Derek all week. "I'm not gloomy, just thinking about something."
"Something or someone? Dude, you're my best friend we can talk about you and Derek as long as I don't get any graphic details that could scar me for life then we can talk."
Frowning, Scott shakes his head and looks around the school cafeteria, "No, it's dumb."
Stiles snorts, "I bet I could help with whatever it is."
Chewing on his lip for a second, Scott utters "Okay, um he won't let me touch him like at all. A-And I guess it's not that big of a deal but shit we've been like you know for a while and I don't know I think I want more and… It's not like I want him to claim me, we don't have to mark each other… I don't know." Scott buries his head in his hands, he feels sick because he's pretty sure that's exactly what he wants, he wants Derek to mark him, to claim him, and own him. This is fucked up, he thinks.
Stiles feels for Scott, he does. It reminds him of when Allison broke up with Scott, he was wrecked then too but right now he looks a lot more broken. Stiles didn't even know that Derek and Scott had gotten so serious, and he had protested when Scott told him about the relationship, telling him no good could come from it. "Scott, man why don't you tell him?"
"I got to go, Stiles." Scott leaves quick, not sparing a look back.
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Stiles heart is beating a mile a minute, is he really going to confront a werewolf about using his best friend? Crap, he is. Because Scott's mood has just been getting worse, he went from gloom to gloomier like someone just kicked him down and he has no strength left to get back up. And as Stiles jeep reaches the burnt house, he's pretty sure his heart got faster and louder. Stiles tries to calm himself, he's shaking because so much could go wrong. Derek could decide he finally wants to go through with his threats and really rip his throat out. It's now or never, he opens the door of his jeep at an agonizingly slow pace and moseys on up to the door. He knocks on the door without hesitation because although he may be afraid, Scott is his best friend. The door opens with an eerie creak, shit he should have come at sunrise or something, the sun is setting and there is almost no light coming into the decrepit house.
"Uh, Derek?" He swallows audibly, mouth hanging open and eyes wide. Stiles only takes two steps in to the residence before he's being slammed up against a wall. He's dazed when he hears growling fill his ears.
"What do you want?" is snarled in his face and then Stiles vision isn't swaying anymore and the image of Derek finally becomes clear. Derek's holding him up, eyes gleaming blue and teeth protruding from his mouth.
Stiles tongue tentatively swipes over his lip, before saying "I want to talk to you but could you maybe put me down, I mean Scott would be pissed if you killed me."
Derek makes no move to do so, he just narrows his eyes.
"Okaaay. Uh." How is he supposed to approach a subject like this, does he say hey could not think of my friend like a booty call.
"I said what do you want." The grip on Stiles shirt just got tighter.
"Okay okay." Stiles voice just went an octave higher but he desperately tries to get it under control, he needs to do this for Scott and he surprises himself when his voice comes out confident and steady. "Scott is my friend, okay. You can't just use him for sex, he's not a toy. Have you seen him lately? He's all depressed and brooding. You turned him into a lost puppy. And you know what I may be just human but I am the sheriff's kid, I could have you back in jail in seconds. Every cop on the state would be coming after you again. Also just to make sure you know you're not allowed to ki-"
Derek's teeth snapped inches from his face, "Get out. Now." He isn't holding Stiles anymore. His hands are on each side of Stiles head, claws grating the wall, barricading him in. Derek's on the verge of shifting, and he doesn't sound human when he speaks "Get out, Stiles."
Stiles ducks under Derek's arm and heads for the door, "Just go see him." Stiles murmurs before leaving.
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Scott runs up the stairs to his bedroom, noticing the familiar smell he hasn't had a whiff of in a week in a half he slows down. Opening the door to his bedroom, he drops his backpack as he enters his room, eyes immediately landing on Derek. Derek's sitting on his bed, eyes glancing up at Scott for an instant. "What do you want from me Scott, a declaration of love?" The anger is absent in his tone and all that stands is frustration.
The younger beta cautiously approaches the bed, taking a seat right next to Derek. "No, it doesn't have be love, you can start with why I'm not allowed to touch you."
Derek sighed, he looked – uneasy not nervous just uncomfortable, he rubbed his hands together and exhales, "I want you too much. I thought if we kept the touches limited, we wouldn't bond. That I wouldn't want you so much but I just kept craving it. Craving you, your smell, your taste, everything. You're so addicting. …I want to mate with you."
Scott moans at the thought of mating, he can't help it, his wolf just keened at the thought of Derek claiming him.
Derek snorts, "Come here."
Scott moves to stand between Derek's legs, he's rewarded with Derek pressing his nose against the bottom corner of his shirt, sniffing and then dipping his nose under his shirt. Fuck him if that doesn't just turn him on, being sniffed shouldn't turn you on, Scott thinks but it does. His hands shakily come up to rest on Derek's shoulders, smiling when he isn't pushed away. "I want you to."
Derek looks up, "You're so young, Scott. And If I mark you, you're mine. No girls, no boys, no one, just me."
Scott must not be thinking clearly because he just states without wavering, "I just want you."
"You should think about it more." Derek murmurs against his jaw, "When you're sure, you know where to find me."
"I'm sure now." Scott breathes out, leaning into Derek.
Derek chuckles against his ear breathe fanning over the outer shell, "You're not thinking with your head right now at least not the right one." To prove his point, Derek presses his knee against Scott's crotch.
Scott moans loud unabashedly, "Okay, well we don't have to mate right now."
Derek bites at Scott's lip to quiet him, fangs puncturing it, sucks on it and pulls away. Eyes blue, he states "No. We aren't doing anything till you make up your mind. And I mean truly think about it." He plants a haste kiss to Scott's lips. "There's more I have to tell you, don't want to scare you though." Derek pulls away, "I'm going to go."
"What? And leave me like this."
"You'll be fine. And if you do decide this is what you want, prepare yourself." Derek has a grin on his face before he jumps out the window, the first one Scott's ever seen on him. He would be smiling too but Derek's grin bares mischief.
Okay, so this is part one. Tell me what you think, what decision do you think Scott's going to make? It should be obvious. Don't forget to review.