Hi everyone! So this is my first Teen Wolf fanfiction. Umm…I don't own Teen Wolf (If I did, Derek and Stiles would be together and Allison would wear nothing but a bikini…) Anyways…I digress. Yes, this is a Derek and Stiles slash fic with some Scott/Allison. I hope you enjoy. OH YA! And please check out the club I run on Y-Gallery. I'm gonna do some illustrations for this story. I've done a few so far. Oh yes! And there is a contest! I'll draw fanart for the first person who posts some writing or art into the club. check it out: yaoi.y-gallery. (net) / (club) / (10558) / (Take out the spaces and brackets )
One of the most wonderful things about Senior year was the numerous formal dances. Among the dances were the most popular: the Fall Formal with leaves hung from the gym rafters, the ever fabulous Winter Formal with a cheesy yet beautifully done Winter Wonderland theme and last but not least, the Spring Formal with its bright and bold colors that somewhat recycled from the Valentines dance. Not that Stiles was the type of man to notice any of those decorations in normal circumstances, however, with the recent events which had led to each dance and party being utterly ruined by werewolf shenanigans, he was beginning to crave paper decorations and overly sweetened punch. In fact, after having a small taste of the winter formal before shit had hit the fan left Stiles desperate for a chance to really bust out his moves on the gym floor. And so, as the Spring Formal loomed less than a two days away, Stiles prayed to all the known gods that this dance would be perfect.
As Stiles laid in his bed muttering the last of his prayers to Buddha for a decent dance, a small clicking and shuffling came from the direction of his window sill. With a groan, the teen rolled over, facing the wall as Derek slipped into the room.
"I know you're not sleeping." The older werewolf stated bluntly.
"Not trying too. I'm savouring the feeling of teenage despair." Stiles muttered from his pillow.
Derek kicked his shoes off and removed his coat. "Sounds fun. Can I join or is this a one person pity party?" He chuckled darkly to himself as he removed his shirt and well and dumped it on Stiles' computer chair.
Stiles let loose a long, suffering sigh and parted the covers for his mate. Even though he was in a mood, he couldn't help but smile just a little as Derek shuffled into the covers and wrapped his arms around his waist. It had taken months before they had been able to sleep together comfortably…what with Stiles hogging all of the covers while still managing to flail around in his sleep and Derek's habit of sprawling across the whole bed and snoring loud enough to wake the neighbourhood. Now that they had it down to an art, they both found that if the other wasn't around, it was impossible to sleep. Not that they would ever tell each other that. Chick flick moments were for near death experiences only.
After a moment and peaceful almost cuddling, Derek bit playfully at Stiles ear lobe. "I want you so bad right now…." He growled into his mate's ear.
"Wow. And the Sensitivity Award of the year goes to Derek Hale." Stiles snarked.
With a shrug, Derek continued to lick and nip at Stile's ear. "If you start crying, I'll just shove your face into the sheets." Derek chuckled and bit Stiles's ear roughly before going lower to assault his neck.
"I'm sick in the head for being turned on right now."
Derek just nodded his agreement.
With another painfully angst-ridden sigh, Stiles turned his neck a little to look at Derek. "I want to go the Spring Formal. I want you to take me. I want a limo and one of those gay looking flower things. I want one perfect Senior formal dance with my lover under poorly cut out construction paper stars. And I know that won't happen cause you 'don't do dances' and whats the point of going if I'm just gonna sit alone in an itchy tuxedo?"
"I'll go." Derek's hand slipped around Stile's hip and down into his boxers.
Stiles's moaned softly. "I knew you'd say no."
Derek growled and nipped at his mates neck. "I said yes, you retard."
Stiles's shoved Derek's hand away and sat up in the bed. "You what? Why? ….Do you have a brain slug on you?"
Derek frowned and reached for Stiles's, pulling him back down and shoving his boxers off forcefully. "Everyone has to go to at least one dance in high school. Besides…the whole suit fetish thing. Enough incentive for me."
Stiles flushed, remembering the last time he was in a suit. It had led to a botched proposal on Derek's part, a lot of heavy drinking, some strange werewolf mating ritual and a by the hour wedding chapel in Vegas. But that was a different story that both men hoped would never come out. If anyone asked about the silver rings on their fingers, they were married for legal purposes only…and the ceremony had been the manlyist man ceremony ever with deer hunting and beer.
"Ya….ya…Alright. Teen angst officially over. It's settled. I just hope it won't get cancelled with that weird cold going around. I heard all of White Rapids High in the next town over is sick with it. Apparently some Center for Disease Control guy was over there and things were getting prett-mmmupfh." Stiles's was cut off by Derek flipping him onto his stomach and shoving his face into the pillow.
The next day at school, Stiles spent the better part of the morning fussing with his collar. There were bites and hickies all the way up his neck and the flannel shirt just wasn't covering enough. He silently thanked the stars that quite a few members of his advanced physics class were missing. Apparently some of the richer kids had already been pulled out of school by their parents in hopes of avoiding the flu. What pansies, Stiles thought as he tugged once again at his collar and caught the eyes of Esma, the plump nerdy girl across the room from him. She sent him the usual 'smile and lick lips in a very creepy manner' thing she did every day. But as horrid as that sight was, it reassured Stiles's that nothing bad was going to happen to mess up this dance. After all, Esma had like four medical conditions and if she was still at school like a trooper, than things were looking up.
When the bell rang, Stiles shot out of the room and made a mad dash for the cafeteria. By the time he got there, it was full to the bursting point and he had no clue where Scott was in the crowd. He closed his eyes and forced himself to listen. Although he was far from being a werewolf, a human mate of an alpha did have a few little animalistic traits. Derek had said it was to insure he wouldn't die so easily and cripple the pack leader with never ending grief and despair, but honestly, Stiles thought it was the best spy tool since shoe cameras. It took a while…he kept getting distracted by dirty jokes and sex talk that he couldn't help but chuckle at before finally finding Scott's voice in the far corner of the room. Stiles opened his eyes and began shoving and flailing his way through the crowd to his friend.
"Hey buddy!" Stiles threw his bag on the table and sat down right next to Scott. He peered over his friends shoulder and noticed Allison. "Hey Al."
"Hey Stiles." Scott punched his arm. "You going to the Spring Formal? I heard Danny has a friend that would go with you if Derek refuses."
"Naw bro, it's all good. Derek is taking me. And I know, right?" Stiles grinned as Scott pulled a face. "He's out getting tuxes and limos."
"Wow…..Stiles…he's not….exploiting you or something for this?" Scott asked, looking a little nervous.
"What! No! Dude…that's messed up. He wanted to go."
"….I don't believe you." Scott got closer, listening more closely to his friends heart.
Stiles's rubbed his short hair quickly and looked around, nervously. "Ya…he's got a …suit fetish…HEY hey now..you asked." Stiles punched Scott hard as the werewolf pulled a horrified face.
"Well, I think it's very decent of him." Allsion gave Scott a little kiss and patted his arm to calm him down.
"Thank you Al! Voice of reason." Stiles smiled at the dark haired beauty.
"I just hope there is a dance…with everyone going down sick right now…." Allison bit her lip worriedly. "I heard from some of the girls on the cheer squad that they are closing the roads to White Rapids to try and contain the flu. Must be pretty horrible if they are going to such troubles…"
Scott shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing to worry about. It's just a flu…they probably just don't want the old dudes and babies getting sick from people coming to our hospital."
"Easy for you to say, Scott. You don't get sick." Stiles sighed. "It'll just be my luck…I finally get to go to a dance that it gonna rock cause it'll be normal and awesome and there will be no one there. Well, I better get going to class soon…So ya…see you later at Derek's for training." Stiles got up and gave the couple a little wave before wondering through the sea of people again. On his way to his class, he swung by the library and grabbed a free local newspaper. Never before had he heard of whole roads being closed down for anything, much less a flu. But as Stiles's skimmed the black and white articles, nothing was really mentioned…as if it was being ignored. And things being ignored were never a good sign in Beacon Hills.
As Stiles's sat down in his English class, he pulled out his cell phoned and texted his dad. Hey Pops, WTF is going on? Zombie Apocalypse lol?
Alight! First chapter….I hope it's a little clear where this is going lolol. The more reviews, the faster I write….(Really, that's just a cry for attention. I write fast and upload when ever I can…I just love to hear what you people think)