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"Damn it Stiles, you are human!"

"I know that, if I didn't before I would now since you remind me every single day!"

"If you know that why would you even try to fight that thing?"

"Hey I didn't start it and it was a fight and die or run and die tired sort of situation."

Derek had nothing to say to that.

"Wow! Speechless sour wolf really? Stating the obvious is all it takes, good to know."

"Stiles…"

"What? What could you possibly have to say to me n…"

He never got to finish his rant because all of a sudden there was an alpha werewolf attached to his lips. His mind froze for all of two seconds while he processed that the scary guy who he thought hated him and wanted him to die a slow and painful death was kissing him. After the two seconds of astonished paralysis came to a close Stiles found himself responding enthusiastically, if clumsily, to the feel of Derek's lips on his. When he felt Derek's hands on his stomach as he lifted his shirt away his need fogged mind gave way to the stunned realization that this was going beyond just kissing. The hand on his belt told him it was going way beyond kissing. All he could think was that he didn't care as long as Derek kept touching him.

He felt himself being pushed back towards Derek's room, and more importantly Derek's bed, blindly stumbling back trying not to break contact with Derek's mouth. He knew that if he gave Derek enough time to think about this then this wouldn't happen at all. His mind was racing a mile a minute trying to figure out if he actually wanted this, and the answer was of a course a resounding YES. He wanted this more than he ever wanted anything in his life.

He had never really thought of Derek that way, always seeing him more as a potential threat to his life rather than a potential bedmate. Now that he was touching him though he found himself rapidly changing his opinion. He felt their lips seperate just as his knees hit the edge of the bed and he tumbled back onto the surface, looking up at Derek terrified that he would see the older man changing his mind he found nothing but lust staring back at him. Oh yes this was happening.

Derek lay naked in bed next to an equally nude Stile and tried to wrap his mind around what he'd just done. One minute he and Stiles were fighting, then Stiles brought up just how close he'd come to dying, and he just reacted. He'd known his feelings for Stiles had changed since the two hours they spent trapped by Jackson in the school pool, but Stiles was a kid. Just like he had been all those years ago which unfortunately in this mental chastisement made him Kate.

The question was what to do now. Stiles was sixteen, almost seventeen, and he was twenty-four. He had no business doing these things with Stiles. It was immoral, not to mention illegal, and he was the sheriff's son not that that made it more or less wrong but is did do something to the situation as a whole. He knew he shouldn't be with him, but at the same time he knew he couldn't be without him either. He closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep maybe he'd know what to do in the morning.

Stiles stood in front of the bathroom mirror just staring at his reflection. That morning before he did the walk of shame from Derek's place to his, Derek had laid down the law. If they were going to do this then it had to be a secret, at least until it wasn't illegal anymore, no one not even the pack could know. He was fine with that he really was but looking in the mirror he didn't know how long that would last. Derek had covered him in bites and scratches. As he ran his fingers over the claw marks on his chest he wondered if this was a werewolf thing or just a Derek thing.