''What the hell? You know, you could just knock on the door when you come. Oh, better still, don't come.''
Stiles gave Derek the evil eye while pulling a gray t-shirt over his head. It was three o'clock in the morning and he was too tired to deal with anything right now. The wolf didn't let out a sound, he just stood there in the corner of the room like so many times before. Stiles was pretty sick of it; Derek coming and expecting him to help with whatever the problem at hand was at that moment.
And Stiles always came through for him. Whether it was something as trivial as passing a message to Scott or getting information from his Dad or something as vital as picking Derek up on his jeep after he'd been injured. He always came through.
Not once had Derek climbed his way up to Stiles' room and asked if he minded helping. Of course he didn't mind - he craved for these moments he could spend alone with Derek. But it wouldn't hurt if that surly wolf would once in his life think about Stiles, even thank him.
''Last time I checked, I hadn't signed up to be your personal assistant,'' Stiles pointed out.
There was no answer from the alpha. He stood firmly in place, staring at Stiles and waiting him to get through his objections. Stiles yawned, pulling himself up from the edge of his bed. The boy stretched his arms and continued, ''Why don't you ask one of your puppies from the pack help? Why do you bother me? I'm not strong or fast or heal quickly.''
Derek completely ignored Stiles' complaints and asked, ''Are you going to help me or not?''
Stiles let out a long sigh, clearly annoyed.
''What is it that you need?'' He asked tiredly.
''I need you to give me those chains you got for Scott,'' Derek demanded.
''That's all?'' Stiles blurted out. He shook his head in disbelief before dropping onto the floor to fish the bag from under his bed. The teenager was annoyed that he had to interrupt his much needed sleep for something so unimportant. Mr. Harris was going to quiz them the next morning and Stiles really didn't want to be unable to concentrate because he was sleep deprived thanks to the ever so demanding wolfman.
''Why couldn't this wait till morning?'' He asked, pulling the bag out and standing up.
''The full moon's tomorrow, I need to get ready.''
''Fine,'' said the boy, rolling his eyes. ''Just take this and go.''
Stiles threw the bag onto Derek's feet. The wolf grabbed the bag and slid out through the window without a word.
''Thanks, Stiles. Oh, no problem, Derek,'' Stiles mumbled to himself before slipping back under his duvet.
For a week Stiles didn't hear from Derek. What he had heard from Scott the pack had been busy training together to control the shift. Scott said that Derek wanted the situation under control once and for all. Mostly Stiles was relieved to have a moment of peace from the continuous, mostly pointless demands of the alpha. At the same time he missed him. Stiles had gotten so used to bickering with that sour wolf almost on daily basis. Though, Stiles did most of the talking – Derek settled to listen, every now and then giving Stiles one of those "if a look could kill" glares.
Stiles was sitting at his desk, surfing the internet for lore about werewolves. It had become sort of habit for him - trying to find new information, mostly something incriminating that he could use against Derek should the need arise. The teenager was switching between pages, not really finding anything worth reading more closely when he saw Derek's scruffy face reflected on the screen. Stiles flinched causing the wheels on the chair to spin and almost flip the chair over but the wolf got a hold of it just in time.
''Oh my god. Stop scaring me like that.''
''Stop being scared so easily,'' Derek retorted.
Stiles span around with the chair and grinned wryly at Derek.
''I assume you want something?'' He asked, leaning back on the chair, his hands behind his head.
''Yes. If you could just come by the house. Clean up the mess the pack made.''
Stiles chuckled, standing up and folding his arms across his chest. Here we go again, he thought, more stuff for me to do. Stiles was getting frustrated; for a week he had been like air to the alpha and now he was useful again when the wolf needed help.
''You always expect me to do what you want. Never giving anything back,'' Stiles protested.
Derek raised his eyebrows in surprise of the sudden uncooperativeness. Not that Stiles didn't always find a way to complain about helping but this was different. He never mentioned that there could be something he would want for exchange. Derek slowly took steps towards Stiles, keeping his eyes fixed on the teenager's and trying to be as menacing as possible. Stiles looked away, rubbing his neck nervously before looking back up straight into the alpha's eyes.
''Well, what is it that you want?'' A short moment of silence followed the question. The two men stared at each other intensely, neither of them wanting to be the first to look away. Finally Stiles opened his mouth and said ''I want this.''
As soon as those words left Stiles' lips, he placed a hand behind the man's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. For a moment their lips were locked; Not moving, just pressing against each other. The room was filled with silence, only the solitary ticking of the clock reminding that time hadn't stopped.
After what felt like hours for Stiles, Derek grabbed the boy's waist and returned the kiss with force. Their soft lips were sliding against each other's, competing for the dominance. Derek slid his hands up Stiles' sides, his mouth never stopped planting kisses all over the boys lips, cheeks, and jaw. He raised his hands up to Stiles' shoulders and shoved him against the wall. Stiles let out a whimper. It all felt so good, so much better than anything he could have imagined. And oh boy, did he have a vivid imagination.
Stiles rested his head against the cool wall, letting the stronger man take control. Derek had lowered his left hand to the boy's hip, holding him firmly in place. The other hand had found its way up to the nape of Stiles' neck, shifting the boy's head to the right to make it easier for the wolf's greedy mouth to get access to the teenager's neck. Derek covered Stiles' neck in warm, wet kisses, grinding his lower body against the boy's, the friction making Stiles moan.
Hearing Stiles let out such exciting noises, the inner wolf in Derek couldn't be controlled anymore. The alpha's eyes flashed red, making Stiles flinch. Everything was going too fast, the whole thing was getting out of hand. The alpha sucked on the boy's neck, shoving him further; the wall behind them gave in.
''Derek. Derek, stop!''
Stiles tried pushing the man off but it was useless. The alpha's claws were digging into Stiles' skin and Stiles could feel Derek's fangs running over the sensitive skin on his neck.
''Derek! Stop, you're hurting me!''
The alpha eased his grip and took a couple of steps backwards. Stiles stayed completely still, leaning against the wall, hoping it would swallow him inside, and out of this hellish situation. His eyes were filled with shock.
''What are you doing?'' Stiles spit out the words like they were poison.
''I'm making you part of my pack,'' Derek said calmly. The wolf-like qualities of his appearance had faded away. He was back to normal, which made Stiles feel a bit more comfortable.
''You thought you can just give me the bite without asking me first?'' Stiles asked incredulously. He couldn't believe Derek would do something like this to him.
Derek narrowed his eyes, looking confused.
''You said you aren't fast enough, strong-''
''Oh god, you actually thought I want to be like you?'' His voice was filled with disbelief and hurt.
''You kissed me!''
''Because I feel attracted to you, not because I'm giving the green light for becoming part of your furry wolf club. You do realise there's a chance the bite would kill me? And with my record of bad things happening to me, I'd kick the bucket before you could say woof!'' Words were rolling off his tongue faster than ever.
''I just thought–''
''I think you should leave.''
The teenager was staring at his own feet, not being able to face Derek. The alpha tried reaching out to touch Stiles, but the boy moved out of reach.
''Stiles, I–''
''Just go,'' Stiles sounded defeated.
Derek opened his mouth to say something but it felt like there was something holding down the words he wanted to say. He took one more apologetic look at Stiles who had his eyes fixed on the ground; blood was dribbling down his side onto the floor. Stiles looked so hurt, so vulnerable but there wasn't anything Derek could do to make it better now. He had messed up and hopefully Stiles would let him explain later. The wolf turned away, opened the window and disappeared into the darkness. Stiles slid down onto the floor, burrowing his face in his hands.
