If Stiles dared to be honest with himself, he would admit that, yes…he had wanted the bite.

From the first time he and Scott had learned what Scott had become, Stiles had been jealous of his best friend. Something like this, something exciting and dangerous, it was the kind of thing Stiles loved, but it had not happened to him. Instead it had happened to Scott. Someone who didn't want it, someone who would rather have one girl over having such a gift. Scott couldn't even be bothered to understand what he had become, couldn't be bothered to even try, so it was up to Stiles to do it. Because jealous or not, he was not a part of this, even if he wasn't a starting player.

Yet he had denied when Peter had offered what he'd secretly wanted since discovering it. Some people would ask why? Why didn't he just accept it? And Stiles actually does have an answer to that question, despite him denying it when Scott had asked him the same 'why'.

What he had been most jealous of had not been the power, it hadn't even been the enhanced senses and the adventures. Truthfully it had been the concept of 'pack'.

Having researched both Werewolves and actual wolves extensively, he had learned all about having a pack and its dynamics. Something so deeply ingrained in your sense it screamed of family in every beat of your heart. Stiles wanted that. Not that he was unhappy with it having always been just him and his dad. He loved his father, and he was always grateful for the man, but there was something about a 'pack' that he always found himself craving.

When Peter had offered the bite, he had offered a pack, told Stiles all the things Stiles wanted to hear, but in the seconds it took to contemplate his answer, Stiles had ran over a life as this man's pack all in his head.

It wouldn't have been family. It wouldn't have been the 'protect and stand together', sort of thing that he had dreamed of, that he had been so jealous of Scott for having a chance at. It would have just been Peter. Using Stiles' own power to cause other people harm.

Things have changed since then. Now, as he looked over at the pile of bodies wrestling like puppies on the forest floor in the newly rebuild Hale house, he couldn't help but feel the jealous again.

His eyes strayed around the group, his pack, because even as a human Derek had let him feel like a part of it, and he felt strangely left out.

Allison sat on the steps leading to the house, her eyes on the pile in the backyard while Lydia talked from beside her. Danny was next to Stiles, his laugh a warm rumble as Ethan managed to pin a wiggling Erica to the grass before Isaac slammed into Ethan's side and knocked him back.

Derek wasn't there but Chris was, his eyes shining as he sipped on his beer and flipped the burgers on the grill. His own dad had made it too, talking to Scott's mom on the porch swings Derek had helped Scott build as one of his romantic plans for a date with Allison.

Everyone seemed to be laughing, enjoying the company and the atmosphere, but for some reason, Stiles couldn't. Inside he felt…empty, hollow if you will. He didn't want to be sitting in the side-lines watching people talk and laugh, he wanted to be a part of it. Truthfully, he wanted to be in that pile with Scott, rough-housing like they had done so many times as children in the past. But he couldn't do that with Scott anymore. Scott was always worried about hurting him, always worried he would get too competitive and end up injuring his friend. No one else would take the chance either. In fact, every wolf treated the humans of the pack with kid gloves, never really touching then if they weren't 'mates' as Derek had put it.

Because a wolf can harm anyone and everyone, except their mates. So every wolf was careful with the 'normal' half of the pack, and that made Stiles feel weak.

Danny, Stiles knew, didn't mind the carefulness that the wolves used around him. Danny wasn't too close with anyone but Jackson, Scott, Stiles himself, and Ethan, so he sometimes didn't even notice he was treated differently, but Stiles did. Stiles always noticed.

When he had first joined this pack, it had been no big. He had been getting to know everyone without a constant threat and without a feud between them, so not being touched didn't bother him. Then he noticed how they acted around Scott.

Touch was a very constant thing among wolves it seemed. It helped them feel close. As a pack, wolves would usually sleep curled around each other. So yeah, Stiles noticed.

The bump of shoulders, the playful pushing, the hands on shoulders and backs, pats on the head, ruffling of hair, every action that implied familiarity and comfort was not applied to any of the humans. Stiles didn't think anyone else really noticed since the other humans were there because of someone else. Allison was Scott's mate. She didn't care about anyone else's reaction to her, just as Lydia was there because of Jackson. Danny was in the same boat and the parents were rarely touched either way, so Stiles, as the only human without a mate to focus on, noticed all of it. And it made him feel lonely.

So, in an attempt to sound like a broken record, yeah, Stiles wanted the bite.

He had an idea of how to ask Derek. If only the Alpha would spare a moment alone with Stiles.

Looking around again, he took notice that Derek really wasn't outside. Usually these Pack gatherings suffered the scrutiny of a silent Alpha's stare and everyone could feel the weight of it, but that weight was absent this time.

Curious, and figuring this would be his best shot seeing as Boyd, Erica, and Isaac all lived in this house and therefor Derek was never alone, he went in search of the brooding Alpha.

He was unsurprised to find the man in the basement.

When Derek had remodeled the house, he had decided to turn the dungeon like area into a well-lit gym room. This was the place where Derek spent most of his time. (Like he even needed to work out in the first place, let alone that excessively.)

He was sure Derek had heard him come down, there was no way not to even without super wolf hearing, the stairs just creaked too loudly. So when the bigger man didn't bother stop his pull-ups on the bag he'd installed in the middle of the ceiling, Stiles didn't bother to stop his staring. This scene was so familiar to him now. Anytime anyone needed to find Derek, or talk to Derek, or really anytime anything wanted to do anything involving Derek, they sent Stiles.

Stiles didn't know how to feel about that exactly. At first it was annoyance, he hated having to face the man, later on it tuned to pride because he believed the only reason they asked him was because everyone was too afraid to stand up to Derek, but after witnessing one of Scott and Derek's fights, he knew that wasn't the truth either. So he settled for simply curious. When he had asked, everyone told him that the reason they sent him was because he handled Derek easier. No matter what he said, Derek never hurt him, unlike the others who have run their mouth and gotten 'punishment' for it, even Scott who always fought back but ended up on the wrong end of a claw more times than not. So curious had been what he settled into as he watched Derek's back.

Stiles always did this when Derek worked out, especially since the man couldn't even be bothered to utter a word despite knowing that Stiles was there. Staring had also brought mixed emotions to his chest. Just like being the one who was sent to rattle the beast's cage had in the beginning.

At first it was jealously. Such a great, fit body and Derek still worked out like a mad man, it just wasn't fair. Then, slowly, it turned to annoyance, small as it was, for how he was ignored in favor of exercise. Next it was interest. He'd caught himself admiring the outline a muscles behind tanned skin, how the tattoo moved and shifted with the efforts and how sweat coated the man like glitter. And now, now it was appreciation. He could appreciate a good looking body, even if the attitude that went with it wasn't all up to par.

Stiles had long ago admitted to himself that he was bi. His love for Lydia had waned over the years, slowly becoming a strong familial bond as they help each other through all of the crazy situations their friends dragged them into. So without anyone he loved romantically, Stiles was free to appreciate any body that caught his eye and Stiles wasn't blind. He knew Derek was attractive. He had caught himself fanaticizing about the older man multiple times in the past. Telling himself that the only thing Derek was missing was the right attitude, then he would be perfect.

He held on firmly to that thought as he watched the man finish his pull-ups.

"Wanna tell me why you aren't out there with everyone else?"

The question caught Stiles off guard, he was so focused on the movements of that tattoo that he didn't notice when Derek had stopped, letting himself drop from the bar with a soft thud before turning. Pinning Stiles with impossibly pale green eyes. It wasn't the first time he was found staring, so his embarrassment was almost non-existent now. Still though, he could feel his cheeks heat up slightly. Everyone knew he was in lust with Derek. It was hard to hide shit from werewolves, but since Derek never said anything Stiles never hoped for anything. He had moved pass that by now, taking their relationship for what it was, even if they couldn't define it.

"Wanted to ask you something." Stiles replied, coming away from the stairs and farther into the room. He sat on the weight bench, watching Derek grab a towel and wipe at his arms and chest.

"Well then, ask." Derek replied curtly as he dropped the towel and reached for his water bottle.

Stiles took a moment to look away from Derek and gather his thoughts. He knew this was what he wanted. Knew he wanted to truly be a member of this pack and not just a human add-on. He just had to convince Derek, but where to start.

With a deep breath, he decided on honestly being the best policy.

"I want you to bite me."

The spit-take his words got as a reaction was actually quite comical and without meaning to he found himself laughing.

A glare made him stop though it couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

"You must be joking." Derek drawled, his eyes felt more intense than ever as they searched Stiles face, and Stiles let the smile drop.

"I'm not." He said, twining his fingers together and resting his hands under his chin. "I've actually given it a lot of thought."

Derek shook his head like he was denying the words. "But you denied the bite from Peter." He said it like it actually held some ground and Stiles couldn't help smiling again.

"Yes. I denied the mark from Peter. I never wanted to be part of Peter's pack, never wanted to be used like that or turned like that." Again Derek shook his head and Stiles sighed. "Listen, I've been around you guys for a while now. I know what the bite entails, I know enough to make the decision. I want to be a part of this pack. A real part of this pack."

Stiles was unnerved at how Derek's eyes bore into his face, his expression closed off and guarded, but that wasn't unusual for the Alpha.

"You are a part of this pack." Derek insisted, his words and his face contradicting each other.

It was Stiles' turn to shake his head. "No. I'm not and you know it. I'm an add-on, a package deal when Scott joined. I don't want to be that. I want to feel the bond like Scott and Isaac do. Feel like family, feel the protection and the warmth." Again he sighed, trying to gather his scattered thoughts enough to convince Derek. "I asked Scott what it felt like once. The pack bond I mean, and he told me it felt like coming home. Like finding an oasis in the desert. Like-Like coming in from the snow to a warm fire place and hot chocolate. I've always wanted that Derek."

He knew his eyes were wide and pleading, but for once he wasn't forcing them to be that way. He felt it in himself, his whole being, pleading to be accepted. Honestly and truly accepted.

Derek's expression didn't change though and the silence stretched around them.

The quite was discouraging. It didn't spell a good answer for Stiles, but he held on, his face mirroring his heart as he poured himself to the older man, to his Alpha…hopefully.

"Okay."

The word was so quiet and sudden that Stiles hadn't heard it, he just knew Derek had spoken from the movement of his lips.

"What?" He asked breathlessly, almost afraid of the answer least he have heard it wrong.

This time Derek gave a firm nod as he spoke. "Okay."

The surge of emotion within Stiles was almost explosive and he honestly couldn't help himself when he stood up and threw himself at Derek, not even caring if the man caught him or not.

To his surprise Derek did catch him, arms around his waist as Stiles wound his own around Derek's broad shoulders. His legs were weak with relief and he found it hard to stand but he didn't have to as Derek bore his weight with no complaint. Just as he bore the hug.

His face was pressed against Derek's naked neck as he breathed his thanks, never noticing how stiff Derek got.

When he pulled back to look at the bigger man's face, Stiles gasped. Tender, in a way Stiles had never seen before, Derek's expression bordered on 'fond' and that face was so familiar to Stiles that he felt as if he was in one of his fantasies. One of the many dreams he'd had where Derek wasn't an ass and he didn't have to hate the man.

Without really realizing what he was doing, or the consequences for it, Stiles leaned in and bumped his lips into Derek's, a small and soft press that ended a second later when he pulled away.

Before the older man could say or do anything, Stiles was gone, up the stairs and back outside.

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They had decided on Friday.

The full moon would be on the Tuesday before so it would give Stiles a full month to find an anchor before the next full moon where he would be expected to maintain control.

They hadn't told anyone of Stiles' choice. This was, of course, Stiles' idea and Derek couldn't care less, or so he acted like.

The kiss on the day he'd asked to be turned had gone ignored, almost as if it hadn't even happened at all, and Stiles couldn't help but be disappointed. The tender look on Derek's face never repeated itself and so Stiles was forced to wonder if it hadn't really been just a part of his imagination. Still, he knew it wasn't. He could feel the momentary press of lips against his and Derek's naked chest heaving against his clothed one.

But there was nothing he could do or say about it, because he wanted Derek to turn him.

To be honest, he didn't remember much of the night he got bitten. The bite was like a bee sting on a bigger scale, an instant sharp pain that became a dull ache, but the fever he spiked an hour later had him delirious.

In his fuzzy memory he remembered Derek holding him, murmuring comforting words in his ear as his body convulsed and shuddered, pressing warm lips to his sweaty forehead during the rare moments his body was allowed to relax.

When he came to, he was in Boyd's bed, the dark boy sitting in a chair beside the bed with a small smile on his lips.

"Derek told me to watch you." He said by way of explanation.

At first Stiles felt heavy, his body made of dense and rusty metal, but as the seconds ticked by the feelings slowly went away.

"You're actually healing. Derek said he didn't think it had worked."

Stiles looked up at Boyd in question, not being able to get words past his sandpaper throat.

"He broke your arms. Your right leg too, tried to get the healing process to kick it. It didn't work right away so he thought you had rejected the bite." Boyd explained again, patient as can be under Stiles' sudden panic.

"H-he broke my arms?" Well, that explained the heaviness that was slowly going away. "But it worked right? I'm a wolf now?"

Again Boyd carried that infuriating smile. "You tell me." He said and Stiles understood him.

So with a sigh he closed his eyes. Scott had told him the first thing that changed was his hearing, so stiles focused.

It was strange in the beginning. Boyd's breathing and heartbeat were so loud they seemed to be the only things Stiles could hear, but when he told this to Boyd, the other boy told him to tune it out. And again Stiles tried. It was harder than it sounded to tune out a heartbeat, but he realized it was just like tuning out his own. Slowly he expanded his hearing around the house.

Other than the two of them in the room, there were three heart beats, two slow and calm, obviously in sleep, while the other was erratic, too loud and too fast to be healthy. Instantly Stiles knew who that belonged to.

"D-Derek."

Without waiting for an okay, Stiles started to shift himself on the bed, trying to get himself up, but it wasn't easy. The heaviness was fading, but not fast enough. Boyd didn't bother to stop him though, allowing him to struggle on his own to get himself up and Stiles was grateful. He didn't want to feel weak. Didn't want to be treated like a human anymore. He wasn't. Either of those things.

As he slowly got to his feet, he felt himself healing. By the time he was standing, his leg was stiff but okay, his arms still hanging limply at his sides.

"Thank you Boyd." He choked out, not really knowing why he was thanking the other man. Still, Boyd simply nodded, allowing Stiles to make his way out of the room.

As he left the room, everything around his shifted. Suddenly he wasn't seeing in color, but in black and white. With a little laugh he realized his wolf eyes really were monochrome, he had always wondered but never asked. And just as that thought hit him, so did the smells.

Burnt wood and ash were the first things that invaded his nose and it made him sneeze. No matter how long ago this house had been remodeled, the smell of what had happened had never left, now Stiles understood why Scott made faces every time they came for pack gatherings.

But there was more than the ashes here. Subtly he sniffed in the direction of Boyd's room, smelling the taller boy's scent for the first time. It was dark, something keen to dirt but not in a bad way. It was like earth on a windy summer day where dust and pollen blew every which way and again Stiles sneezed.

"Oh god this is going to need some getting used to." Stiles said with a half laugh. He could feel his chest swelling, the pride inside him bubbling.

It had worked. He was a wolf. He was a werewolf.

Subtly something else caught his attention. Actually, it was his nose's attention. Another scent, this one hidden under countless others, but never the less strong.

Without saying goodbye to Boyd, Stiles stalked forward, nose down sniffing quickly like a dog that caught a scent. With some sense of humor, Stiles realized that was exactly what he was, but he pushed that thought back as he descended the stairs, the scent getting stronger every step down.

It was musky, something like sweat but with a sweet after affect. Was it sweat?

Stiles followed the scent all the way to the basement, where he found Derek. Working out.

It was the first time Stiles felt his teeth grow, literally felt them grow. His gums ached as his teeth descended, getting sharper and making it near impossible to clothes his mouth. It took him a while to notice his eyes had shifted too, now monochrome again as they had been up stairs.

He couldn't understand these reactions and he tried to say something tried to speak, but as he looked up he saw Derek, and the second he did, his body finally had a reaction he understood. Arousal.

Holy shit what was going on.

He must have made some noise because Derek turned to face him suddenly his own teeth sharp and long and his eyes a deep blood red, but when he saw Stiles there the anger turned to relief and this shocked Stiles so much that his eye sight when back to normal as did his teeth. His lower body though, didn't stop growing in interest.

"Stiles." Derek breathed, his features also going back to human as he took a couple of steps forward before pausing, unsure if it was alright to continue.

Seeing the big man look hesitant made Stiles want to laugh, but it wouldn't come out. What actually came out was a high and embarrassing whine from the back of his throat that mortified him.

Derek looked surprised for a minute before letting his eyes travel down Stiles' body and then back up. Stiles could feel himself shiver at that look, but he was too curious. When the surprise faded from Derek's face, replaced with understanding and there he say it, glee, Stiles had had about all he could take of unanswered question.

"Wh-" He stopped, getting his voice under control as the scent he had smelled before upstairs slammed into him full force as if it was the first time he was smelling it. "What is going on?" He had a hard time speaking over a mouth full of teeth but he forced it out, slightly panicked at his reaction.

Derek wasn't though, and that did nothing to sooth Stiles.

"Calm down." The Alpha said slowly, taking a step forward. "It's normal. Especially now."

"What's normal?!" Stiles almost shouted, but the teeth made him mumble and feel stupid enough that he kept his voice down. "What about this is normal."

"Your wolf-" Derek started but stopped. Taking another step closer he shook his head, his eyes going red and his teeth coming down and that sight made something in Stiles whine, not that he would let that sound out of his mouth again. Still, he knew it was there and it was scaring him. This reaction wasn't normal. He had felt arousal before, even felt it towards Derek, but this wasn't it. This was violent, this was strong and animalistic need and even when he tried to push it down it rose back up with every breath he took.

Suddenly it all clicked into place in his head.

He groaned out loud.

"Oh god please tell me this isn't what I think it is?" Stiles said, his momentary burst of realization enough to make his features normal again.

Derek looked confused, cocking an eyebrow before he voiced it. "What do you think it is?" He asked almost cautiously, probably afraid of Stiles' answer.

"This isn't like the fanfiction is it? Like the 'true mate' crap. Tell me this isn't like a cliché romance novel where the newly turned wolf discovers the guy she's kinda had a crush on is her mate." Stiles' eyes narrow at Derek while the older man's expression is stuck somewhere between amusement and wonder.

"You read fanfictions?" Derek asked after a while, apparently settling on a topic of conversation suitable for him.

Stiles waved his hand a bit. The moment of silence had been enough for that sweet musky smell to make him wolf out again as his heart rate spiked. "That's not important." He muttered with a sigh. He noticed that Derek had stopped trying to get closer and something inside of him dropped on his gut hard, pulling him almost physically to try to get closer himself. And right then he had his answer.

"When were you planning on telling me?" He glared at Derek even as his feet took his forward, reluctant step by reluctant step.

Derek pulled a face, as if he didn't want to answer with a start Stiles realized that these were the most emotions Stiles had ever seen cross Derek's face. For some reason that made him happy.

"I didn't think it was true." Derek answered with a glare. "I didn't think you would feel it if you woke up."

Stiles noticed the 'if' before anything else. With a raised eye brow he asked. "You thought you'd killed me?"

The look of guilt and pain that crossed Derek's face answered Stiles' question more fully than any words could have. Suddenly he thought back to a moment when he was human. They were standing right here, much the same way. Derek would be the perfect person if he wasn't…an ass.

"So…what? We're mates? Do we even get a choice?"

"Of course we get a choice." Derek interrupted, scowling at Stiles like the old Derek would, and for some reason that made Stiles smile.

"So what do you chose?" It was innocent enough, but it was also a loaded question. Yeah, Stiles had lusted after Derek's body, but the man's attitude was a turn off. Yet now, looking a Derek's emotion-filled face, Stiles wondered if he could fall in love with this man. After all relationships weren't always about lust.

Derek didn't answer at first, instead looking down at the ground and then up at the ceiling. Before too long his eyes went back to Stiles, the determination in them so hot it almost burned the younger man where he stood.

Without any more prelude Derek dove forward, crashing Stiles' back onto the wall at the bottom of the staircase leading to the basement. Before Stiles could even yelp at the sudden but faded pain, lips pressed against his and an aggressive kiss that left his breathless.

His brain was reeling and his mind was spinning and his spine was tingling but inside his gut something was whining again. With the back of his mind, he realized that must be the presence of his wolf. It was so new to him it was almost a separate part, but he knew that soon, it wouldn't be. Soon he and his wolf would be one. Just like they were now as they both demanded the same thing of Stiles' body.

'Submit to Derek Hale'.


A/N: First attempt at Teen Wolf Fiction :) What do ya think people? Should I keep it going? I was planning on adding more, but I don't know if it's worth it or if I should just role with another idea. BTW! I am taking STEREK story requests, if anyone wants to see any Plot actually up in writing, just tell me what you want and I'll write it when I got the time. This is a first come first serve sort of thing though that I am closing in ten days. So from right now April 20th, you have 10 days to request your story idea before I'm not taking any more :). That is of course, if you like my writing. So enjoy and Comment, let me know if I should continue this. Much love and STEREK all around.