Finally, my Teen Wolf fic that has PLOT. Well, long plot. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer, I do not own Teen Wolf, but I would totally send my creature Ideas to Jeff Davis if he would like :p

Warning: Sex, not all graphic, it would take too long to write every thing. Slight non-consentual activity in later chapters, just so you are warned. Sex drugs, yeah.

Pairings: Derek/Stiles, Scott/Isaac, Erica/Boyd, Surprise


The first few weeks into summer vacation, turned out as Stiles would have never guessed. He just, at this point in his life, never thought he'd be looking forward to seeing Derek Hale, Beacon Hill's number one sourwolf. It was just a crazy, weird place he found himself and he wasn't exactly sure how he'd gotten there. Stiles was laid out in his rolling chair, balancing his pencil on the bridge of his nose as he stared up at the ceiling. His hands cupped the back of his head, wondering if he was dreaming. He had been sleeping a lot lately.

Derek. Stiles grimaced a little, biting the inside of his lip. Stiles had to think of this thing rationally, because this whole thing with Derek wasn't fair. It didn't even make sense; did it? Summer vacation started and he was thinking, okay, cool, werewolf things would be easier to deal with without juggling school and a strict curfew. Less worrying for dad and more awesome adventures with his best friend. Win-win. But... nothing happened. Him and Scott were cool, two available bachelors hanging out, like old times. But there was an over hanging unease because no one had heard from Derek or any of his pack. Everyone had disappeared it seemed. No one was at the Hale house. Or anywhere. Stiles had asked Scott if he could howl and ask what the hell was going on because no one was answering his texts and Derek never replied by calling either. But Scott wouldn't, his excuse was because he wasn't in Derek's pack, which didn't help Stiles at the moment.

And then out of no where one night, Derek just appeared in his room like he always did; sans leather jacket and cell phone. Sure it started out as normal, Derek freaking him out by suddenly being THERE instead of knocking like a normal person. And reasonably, Stiles wanted to know what the hell was going on and where Derek had been for x-amount of time because not knowing made Stiles antsy. It had nothing to do with worrying about Derek, but everything with the fact that Stiles could feel something was up and it hadn't reared it's ugly head yet.

The next thing he knew, Derek had him back flat against the wall and was kissing him, with tongue. And okay, fantasies were one thing, but Stiles had a healthy dose of fear to preserve his life so he never even hinted that he personally found Derek was mind numbingly hot. Because the downside was that Derek was as violent as a angry bear and had the personality of an igloo. It was enough for Stiles to know to steer well clear of that area of thought, and Derek made that easy every time he encountered him when the kamina was around. Ungrateful jerk.

But then Derek was pressing that hard body against his and it was enough to distract from the fear that Derek was there to kill him. Kissing, nipping, rubbing, and some very processioned dry humping on Derek's part left Stiles an embarrassing mess of whimpering with soiled pants. And it was so not fair because he was unprepared for anything like this to happen in reality.

And then it kept happening, Derek coming over, explaining next to nothing before blowing Stiles' mind for seemingly no reason. Well, besides the obvious reason, because Derek didn't just come over to dry hump. Stiles distinctly remembered a couple of exchanged hand job, some frottage, and Derek had even given him his first blow job, along with inserting some experimental fingers into Stiles. Actually... They were all firsts to Stiles and he had a nagging voice in the back of his head that he should be trying to figure this out harder, because it was all so fast and hot, but on the other hand he was finally getting some. And he'd wanted some since he hit puberty. This was so much better than meeting up with Derek only to get glared at and fight some dangerous, and usually hideous, monster.

Oh god, and the reaction Scott had had when he'd come over earlier that day was probably the worst, yet funniest reaction Stiles had ever seen. Scott had walked in, took one whiff of Stiles room and hit the wall in the hallway, startling Mr. Stilinski downstairs because of the huge crash. After letting the sheriff know they were okay, Scott just saw a spider or something, Scott dragged Stiles outside to talk, gasping fresh air.

"Shit, you reek of Derek, you know." Scott had gasped, seeming to realize something he'd been trying to figure out for a while, "Are you seriously sleeping with Derek?" One of the most embarrassing conversations with his best friend, thank you.

The pencil rolled off his nose when Stiles tried to check his phone, wondering if he should text Derek about Scott knowing. Stiles leaned down to grab the pencil when he saw dirty sneakers on his carpet. Not his mind you, ones that belonged to a tall, dark and handsome man. Stiles' eyes lifted, seeing Derek's raised brows. He looked less likely to be aggressive when he did that.

"You're making this into too much of a habit." Stiles sat up and tossed the pencil onto his desk, "Seriously, my dad is home."

"So?" Derek shifted his weight to one foot and Stiles scratched the back of his neck under his sweater; because he'd been feeling chilly lately, even though it was summer. And California.

"Scott came over, he kind of... you know, smelled it." Stiles had done his best to get rid of anything soiled, but there was still some sort of funky musky scent that Stiles now smelled when he walked into his own room. He knew it was Derek's scent. Stiles did his best not to enjoy it too much. To his credit, Derek actually looked amused, mouth twitching a bit in the corner, "He might be slightly traumatized."

"He can cope." Derek walked closer to Stiles and Stiles leaned back in his chair, eyes shifting upwards because he was totally eye level with Derek's junk and he was not just staring at it a moment ago. He wondered briefly when Derek started wearing such tight pants. "Thought about my offer?" Stiles face flushed and his chair swung strategically around to hide this fact. Stiles rested his elbow on the arm rest and his fingers curled, his eyes fixating on a water spot that was in his ceiling.

"Well it's hard not to... I mean, not that I was dwelling over it or anything." Not that Stiles hadn't more than occasionally had the fantasy of Derek having sex with him, but it was clearly a delusion of his own hormonal wants than any rational reality. After all, talking with Derek Hale for more than 5 minutes was like taking a freezing cold shower. Or at least it was like that before Derek started coming over and doing all these very odd, but very hot things to him. And then he could almost forgive that Derek still didn't tell him anything, or was even remotely polite. Almost.

"Is that a yes?" Derek's voice was close and Stiles turned his chair slightly more and nearly bumped cheek to cheek with Derek. Stiles could feel his own heart beat in his chest, which meant it must have been like drums to Derek. Derek was giving him an expecting stare.

"It just seems really fast." Stiles breathed and damn it, he wasn't a wolf but he could smell Derek too. He smelled good.

"And what? You want me to wine and dine you like a girl?" Derek's eyes were steady on him and Stiles fidgeted, his gaze falling down Derek's strong jaw and neck.

"No but... I didn't expect to be your booty call." Stiles' face was still a nice warm red by now he was sure. Derek leaned his weight on the arm rests of his chair, face to face with Stiles and Stiles met eyes with the alpha. Their lips a breath away. Stiles pinched his bottom lip with his teeth.

"You liked it when I fingered you." Derek seemed to be accusing and Stiles felt reasonably that he was guilty. Because damn, he'd never felt anything like it before, and he hadn't stopped thinking about it in his free time. Or even when he shouldn't have been thinking of it. Derek leaned even closer to Stiles' warm ear and his stubble scraped Stiles' cheek, "Imagine more." Stiles swallowed, too loudly in his own opinion. All he could DO was imagine more. Stiles felt a warm hand on his thigh and he again had that nagging sensation that something was off. Maybe it was werewolf mating season or something and Derek was just being horny, but then it didn't explain why Derek wasn't sleeping with Erica or someone who was other than Stiles. Because Stiles had always gotten the impression that Derek was permanently annoyed by him and was not worth anything past a chew toy to the man.

There was a tiny prick under Derek's fingertips and Stiles reflexively jerked. The hell Derek, claws? Stiles looked down, seeing nothing but human fingernails. But then he felt very warm and he tasted blood so he stopped biting his lip. His bottom lip throbbing. Derek must have taken Stiles' silence as consent because Derek's lips moved to his and licked the lip Stiles had just been gnawing off. Stiles' lips opened to the kiss and didn't argue about the assumption. Derek was a very good kisser, and tonight was no different. He pulled Stiles to his feet by his hip and arm and Stiles went willingly, being pressed against Derek's tight body.

"You know I think this is illegal or something." Stiles said when his back hit the bed and he remembered his dad was downstairs. Derek was over him and removing his own shirt which always made Stiles' mouth go dry, "You know cause I'm like 3 weeks from 17 and Cali's age of consent is 18..."

"As if you're one to follow rules." Derek scoffed and was quick in removing Stiles' shirt layers. Stiles' breath hitched, feeling Derek's touch felt magnified tonight, like it went straight to his nerves.

"My dad is right down stairs." Stiles whispered earnestly, trying to hold back a whimper that was in his throat when Derek explored his chest with his mouth. It wasn't just his lips and tongue because Derek also used his teeth and sucked on patches of skin. And his skin was already on fire.

"Then, you'd better, stay, quiet." Derek eyed him and punctuated by kissing down Stiles' belly and unzipping the teenager's pants. Stiles hummed, his head rolling back and gritting his teeth and sucked back a moan. Not fair, Derek hadn't even done anything to him yet. Then again, flipping Stiles over onto his knees was something as Derek all but ripped off his pants. Derek kissed the nape of Stiles' shoulder and Stiles' hand gripped Derek's hair, "Relax." Derek breathed and Stiles gave a dry laughed into his pillow. Relax, yeah right. No part of his body could relax at the moment, and he was sure Derek knew that.

Lucky for Derek there fear of his dad walking in on them kept Stiles relatively quiet, but his pillow would never be the same. And Derek made up for it because it felt like everything Stiles had dreamed.


First Chapter is complete.

I think this story took me over a month to write, it's fairly completed, so I'm going to be posting every week. Probably Tuesdays. Although if I get more reviews than I'm expecting, I might post them faster. It's long, 57 pages. I hope you enjoy it everyone!