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SUMMARY: The first time Derek catches Stiles scent he's in full wolf form and he knows its his mates scent, following it to the source, Stiles wakes up to a huge wolf in his room & thinks he's dreaming. Derek promises then he will protect this human. Stiles grows close to the wolf and Derek lets himself become a type of pet. While standing watch on the roof of the Stilinski residence on a normal night, he hears a loud shout of fear and jumps straight through the open window & immedietly looks for the danger against his Stiles. What he finds might come as a shock.
Derek catches a scent while in full wolf mode, Stiles wakes up to a huge wolf & thinks he's dreaming. Stiles grows close to the wolf & Derek lets himself become a pet. While standing watch on the roof of the Stilinski residence on a normal night, he hears a loud shout of fear and jumps through the window & looks for the danger to his Stiles. What he finds may come as a shock.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first attempt at Sterek. I've read a ton, but never wrote any, so fair warning. I'm estimating the Hale fire for when Derek was about 15. Stiles will be 17 and Derek 22 or 23. Also fair warning, I don't like Scott so there might be some Scott bashing. I'm guessing on Kate's age, the official site says she was mid-twenties when she met Derek so ya. I've basically altered the show a little bit in some places.
Derek has known he could fully shift since he was 15. It was rare, but still happened every once in awhile. Some people called it a gift and others called it a curse, Derek didn't care one way or another. Why should he care that he can fully shift, when his entire family wasn't alive to tell. He went years without telling Laura. She eventually found out after a particularly rough full moon, where he lost all control. She told him he was beautiful and that she didn't think a Hale, besides Talia, had ever evolved enough to fully shift. Derek told her he didn't evolve, that it just happened and she just hummed curiously at him.
They barely spoke about it again, only Laura telling him to let his wolf out more often, but Derek didn't think he deserved it, so he refused. When she died years later, something snapped inside him, he found himself running through the woods around the preserve and his wolf was ripping at him, howling to be released and Derek finally just gave in. He gave in to all his instincts, his senses, let himself be one with the ground he walked on, chased creatures playfully for awhile. He focused on nothing but his surroundings, the tree's flying by as the wind ran through his fur and the dirt crunched beneath his paws. He didn't even realize when the dirt turned into pavement, and the trees turned into streetlamps, but when he once again started to take control back he found himself outside a two story house, only one heartbeat could be heard, and the window to the room where it was, was open like a clear invitation. Derek was curious why his wolf was drawn here so he decided a quick peek wouldn't hurt. There was a terrance over, what looked to be the dining room window, just big enough for him to jump onto and then step onto the roof where he silently walked to the window and peeked in.
The boy couldn't have been older than 16. He was laid out on his bed, arms flung out over the sides of his bed and drool leaking out the corner of his mouth. Derek huffed a laugh quietly as he looked around trying to figure out what drew him to this home when he took a deep breath. It was the smell of jasmine tea, mint leaves, pine, faint smell of hospitals, and of the woods. Derek took another lungfull and just drank it in. Tempted and curious, Derek placed his front paws on the floor of the room and silently entered. He sniffed and the entire room smelled this way, but was strongest on the bed. Where this boy lay. Derek realized to late that he had placed his nose right against the boys stomach, right where his shirt rode up slightly.
"Whaaa?" The boy sat upright and flailed, almost smacking Derek in the snout. Derek surprised by the movement, jerked back and growled at the boy who only blinked at him a couple times, then squinted before he yelped and fell off the otherside of the bed. Derek only watched as the teenager kneeled and peeked over the bed cautiously. "There is a giant friggin wolf in my bedroom. I'm dreaming aren't I?" A surprisingly soft voice came from the boy and Derek huffed which caused the boy to look at him closer. "I think it just laughed at me! Definitely dreaming than." The boy stood and walked slowly and cautiously around the bed, closer to Derek who realized the kid was obviously an idiot if he thought that was a good idea. "It looks so real. Man I have a vivid imagination." He grumbled to himself as he extended his hand as if to pet him and Derek snapped at it causing him to jerk back and glare at the wolf. "Meanie." He pouted. "Why would I dream of a giant wolf. A mean one at that, being in my room? Are you going to eat me big guy?" The boy asked as he looked directly into the wolves eyes. Derek mentally rolled his eyes, and then noticed that the boy had very pretty amber colored eyes. "I'm talking to it now. Great Stiles, way to ride the crazy train." The boy, Stiles told himself and Derek smiled, or as much as a wolf could. "I'm just gonna go lay back down and wake myself up." Stiles said as he looked skeptically at Derek, "Your not gonna eat me right?" The boys asked with a trembling voice and Derek rolled his eyes. "Right, it can't talk Stiles, shutup and go back to dreaming of other things." Stiles said as he laid back down and huddled under the blankets, but his eyes never left the wolf. Derek watched the boy the entire time and felt like it was his job to keep him safe, Derek didn't like this new feeling but ignored it as he walked back over to the window, only looking back to see if Stiles was still watching, he was, and then leaped out onto the front lawn before he began sprinting back towards the woods. He heard the boy tell himself, "Weirdest dream, pretty wolf though. Wonder if I'll dream of it tomorrow, or if I'll even remember this." Just as he cleared the residential area and reached the edge of the woods and Derek found himself looking forward to the possibility of seeing this boy again.
That night was the first time he laid eyes on his mate. That night he swore to himself he would keep him safe from a distance, but never interfere with the kids life. Stiles didn't need him, therefore, Derek would never let the boy find out.
When Derek officially moved back to Beacon Hills and ran into Stiles and the other boy, not even a year later, he was angry at first, before he smelt the bite taking. At first he thought Stiles had been bit, but figured it to be the other boy when all he smelled from Stiles was the same combo of Jasmine tea, mint, medication, and woods. Derek wanted to yell at them both for being stupid enough to be wondering out in the woods, but he was a teen once too. He knew the feeling of being trapped in a small town and he had hated it. After he tossed the inhaler over and walked off he heard the conversation and noticed that Stiles voice had changed to a slightly deeper tone yet it still had the frailty and sadness behind it.
"Dude, that was Derek Hale! You remember, right? He's just a few years older than us." Derek hears Stiles smack the other boys shoulder as he enthusiastically tell him.
"Remember what?" The other boy asks and Derek can smell that he's more irritated than curious.
"His family Scott. They all burned in a fire like ten years ago." Stiles reminds him and Derek winces as he realizes that, that is how his mate recognized him.
"What's he doing back?" The other boy, Scott asks.
"Don't know... Come on." Derek hears as Stiles shrugs before he walks back the way he came with his friend Scott. Derek doesn't know whether he wants to howl in anger or rip someone apart he is so frustrated. When he went back to New York to collect his meager belongings he made himself promise he wouldn't be a creepy stalker anymore to the kid, and yet here he found himself out on the preserve, minding his own business looking for that stupid tree house he had built for his younger siblings, when Stiles and Scott went trampling through loudly. Derek would swear, it was like they were both drawn to eachother, but now that he knew Scott was bitten he had bigger problems. Like how he was going to keep this new wolf away from his mate without revealing himself. Derek sighed as he took off his leather jacket and belt, stepped out of his jeans and pulled his shirt over his head, before he threw all his clothes over a low hanging branch and just let the shift take over. After he had shrunk down to four legs and fluffy fur, he shot out and just ran. He ran for what seemed like forever. Derek allowed himself to think, about Stiles, about the new wolf boy, and about his family. He tried to think of what Laura would say but it hurt a little to much so he focused on how he was going to find the rogue alpha that bit Scott and killed his sister.
Without even realizing Derek had come to a stop at the familiar burned out husk, of his family home, he felt his body shift back to skin and groaned as he popped his bones back into place. He rolled his shoulders a couple of times before he heard a floorboard creak. Derek focused in on his surroundings and picked up the heartbeat he failed to notice at first. That heart that beat too fast, that had a slight murmur on every other beat. Stiles. Derek looked around panicked. Stiles couldn't see him like this, not only was he naked but he was covered in dirt and his eyes still glowed blue. 'How the hell did he get here so fast? And where is Scott?' Derek thought to himself.
"Hello?" Derek heard Stiles call out from upstairs, the human seemed to have good hearing also. Derek looked around before he decided. He shifted back quickly and sat down as he heard the human walk cautiously down the stairs. "Anyone here? Uhh. I come in peace? Please don't be a serial killer or something?" Stiles yelled out as he reached the last couple of stairs and looked around in the darkness. Derek felt his eyes burn and tried to will away their glow but it was too late. "Holy shit!" Stiles yelped as he tripped on the last step and fell flat on his face infront of Derek. Derek nosed at Stiles head to see if he was still concious which earned him a flailing arm in the face. Derek growled and Stiles climbed up on his knees slowly with a pained grimace. "That hurt." He said before he looked back at Derek. "Your eyes glow. Wait a second.." Stiles leaned slightly closer to Derek's snout and he held his ground, not wanting to scare the boy further. "I've seen you before. Somewhere. Shit, where have I seen a giant black wolf?" Stiles asked himself as he laid his hand on Derek's head and scratched behind his ears. Derek leaned into the touch before he realized what he was doing and jerked back, revealing his fangs. "Ahh I remember, I dreamt of you before. Is that what's going on here? Did I trip and knock myself unconcious and now I'm dreaming of a wolf in the old Hale ruins?" Stiles babbled and Derek just mentally cursed the kids memory.
Stiles leaned back and shifted to sitting on his knee's to sitting on his butt and looked around.
"You know I used to come here all the time after my mom died. I liked all the flowers that used to grow around the front, and then I found myself coming here all the time. When I needed to think, when I was upset, when I needed to be alone, and even when I needed a place to do homework. I felt drawn here, like something was pulling me here, but not just the house. There's a room upstairs, the walls have the remains of a forest painted on them, with dark shadows with glowing eyes. Red, yellow, and blue. Blue like yours." Stiles describes and Derek nearly shifts back to human with the emotions that overflow him. That had been his room, his little sister Willa and him had spent two nights on it and when they were done Talia wasn't even mad because they had made something beautiful. "I used to spend hours in there, looking at all the remaining detail, wondering what it had looked like in all its glory. I bet it was beautiful." Stiles sighed and Derek realized he could smell salty water and jerked his head sideways to watch a few tears leak out of the boys eyes.
'Why does he weep? Because he never saw it, or because of the beauty that was burned to the ground?' Derek thinks to himself.
"When I heard about the fire I was only 7, but my dad was on duty and he told me about how it nearly killed him to have to tell the 2 surviving Hale's what had happened. He told me that Laura, the oldest child of Talia and Michael Hale and no older than 18 or 19 at the time, kept her face blank but he could see where her hands and knee's had shook. He said the worst was Derek, their third child about 15 years old, he had fallen to his knee's and my dad said that his eyes were like icy fire for a split second before his tears clouded them. He had begged Laura to forgive him apparently and my dad didn't understand at all, he had his confused face on when he told me. I remember my mom coming in and explaining to me what survivors guilt was, but I remember that at the time all I had wanted to do was go find those two siblings, hug them, and tell them that they had me now so they didn't need to be sad." Stiles huffs a humorless laugh as his tears continue to fall and Derek leans his head against Stiles arm and rubs his snout along it.
Derek knows if he was human now, he would be weeping also. He remember's deputy Stilinski informing him and Laura. He remembers losing control, and he remembers begging for forgiveness but Laura not understanding. He remembers it all, and he hates that this boy, this beautiful innocent boy had to hear about such a horror.
"They ruled it an accident but I know it wasn't." Stiles whispers, almost to himself, and Derek whips his head up to look at the boy in shock. How did he know? "Everyone loved the Hale's but no electrical fire locks a family inside. After I turned 10 I was curious and actually allowed to go places without supervision, which was a mistake on my parents fault, and even though it was years later I still found evidence that it wasn't an accident. There were chains with padlocks that someone tried to stash under the porch, but they had char marks so they were obviously there that night. The steel plated door to the basement, which I thought was kinda weird, had been welded shut. To many things didn't fit. I tried to tell my dad but he told me to forget it, that the Hale kids had moved on and left town so there wasn't a point dragging them back. But I knew, I knew I would wanna know. I knew that, that family deserved justice." Stiles voice shook with anger. "I left it alone for awhile, then my mom died and I forgot about everything." Stiles voice trails off as he seems to recall back then. He shakes his head and continues, "I was about 14 when I picked it back up. I looked at the Hale kids statements to see if anything popped out but there was nothing. I checked the news clippings, everything I could think off where someone might have a motive or if there were other people who agreed with me. The only thing I found was a photo, in my dad's evidence file. It was of Derek Hale and some women, it was to badly burned to make out who exactly she was but I could tell she was older, and blonde that was it, and when I asked one of the deputies, they told me it was a picture of Derek and his at the time girlfriend, but no one could remember her name. It drove me insane, I didn't like the feeling I got when I saw that picture, it felt wrong. I got so obsessed I even tried to contact both the Hale siblings but neither wrote me back." Stiles trails off once more and Derek wonders how he did all that when he was just a child, how he managed to put it all together when not even trained professionals did.
'He tried to contact me. He almost found out about Kate. Good thing he didn't or she might have come after him, I wouldn't put it past her.' Derek thought to himself.
"Oh God I'm talking to a wolf. An animal. Animals can not speak or understand Stiles! God I'm an idiot. I've never actually told anyone all that, but I've told a wolf." Stiles said sarcastically as he wiped roughly at his eyes and stood up suddenly. Derek nudged the boys knee softly and looked up at him. "What? You hungry big guy? Oh gosh I don't even know if your a dude or not. Please don't be offended!" Stiles babbled as he reached out and petted down Derek's back softly. Derek laid down and rolled over as Stiles started to scratch his stomach before he suddenly stopped and blushed deeply. "Definitely a boy!" Stiles squeeked and Derek huffed a laugh. "Well big guy I have to go now. And if this has all been a weird ass dream than I'll wake up or something. If not I'll walk to where I parked Roscoe, go home and wonder why the hell I talked to a giant wolf and wonder why it didn't eat me." Stiles shrugs as he dusts off his pants and looks back. "Bye big guy." He waves at the wolf and walks out the front door. Derek listens to his steps get further and further, he listens until he hears a car door open and slam and an engine just barely start before he shifts back and just lays on the floor naked.
"What the hell was I thinking?" Derek asks himself as he slams a hand down onto his forhead and rubs his eyes. Derek climbs the stairs back to his old room and sits down on the tattered remains of a mattress. He looks at the walls and he can feel the tears gather at his eyes asking to be shed but he just sniffs and wipes them away as he lays back and closes his eyes.
Derek encounters Stiles frequently in the woods, always in his wolf form. He listens to Stiles speak about his childhood, about his mom and how his dad barely survived losing her, about how he and Scott met, about a pretty girl named Lydia that he thinks he has no chance with. Derek just listens, sometimes wishing he could imput his opinion or just tell him he's stupid. More often then not though, Derek finds himself almost shifting or hesitating before he shifts into a wolf. He thinks of how Stiles might take it, of how he might just tell the boy what he and most of his family is/was. Then when he almost goes through with it all he can think about is how his family, Paige, they died because of him, Kate was his fault, he didn't deserve Stiles. So he suffered in silence as Stiles told him everything he could think of and Derek just found himself excitedly awaiting their next meeting. He had become like Stiles confidant, his friend, his companion, practically his pet.
"Hey Big Guy?" Stiles asks one day. Derek just clicks his rumbles in answer. "Why don't you come home with me tonight? There's supposed to be a big storm heading this way and I don't want you out here in it all alone." Stiles tells him as he runs his fingers through the soft dark fur on his head. Derek tilts his head slightly and Stiles laughs. "It'll be nice and warm and I can cook you some juicy meat." He tells Derek in a bribing tone and laughs as Derek's tail wags on its own accord. Derek hasn't had a real meal since before Laura died. "Is that a yes?" Stiles asks excitedly. Derek just licks his hand and lays his head back on Stiles stomach. "Good. Great. Cool! My dad wont be home till tomorrow night either so we won't have to worry about trying to hide you." Stiles says more to himself than Derek.
When Stiles finally stands and heads towards his jeep Derek just watches him.
"Well you coming Big Guy?" Stiles calls as he holds the passenger door open and Derek walks calmly over and hops up in the seat as Stiles laughs. "To friggin big. Take up the whole area nearly." Stiles mumbles to himself as he walks around to the drivers seat and starts her up. "Alrighty lets go home Big Guy." Stiles smiles at him before driving out of the preserve and towards his neighborhood. Derek tenses at the word home before he relaxes.
'He called it "our" home.' Derek thinks happily to himself as he watches the scenery for awhile before he turns and watches Stiles instead. The boy is perfect. Pale skin covered in moles and freckles, perfect pink cupid bow lips in a pout, long, long fingers loosely wrapped around the steering wheel, and amber eyes illuminated by the moon. Derek wishes he could stare into those eyes as a lover and not a wolf companion, but knows he never will.
We're here!" Stiles breaks him out of his thoughts suddenly and Derek looks up at the familiar two story. "C'mon Big Guy, lets go!" Stiles calls as he jumps out and practically runs around to open the door for Derek who hops out and walks ahead of the boy, listening for any signs of danger in the house. "Hey, what's a matter Big Guy?" Stiles asks as he stops on the porch and watches Derek sniff the door. "Move outta the way so I can let us in." Stiles tells him and he does so slowly, no other heartbeats or scents are inside so Derek thinks its safe. As Stiles unlocks and walks in, Derek looks around. He's never actually seen the downstairs, or any other room besides Stiles, and he thinks its homely. The furniture is a dark brown and there are pictures of Stiles and his father or their friends all over. Stiles disappears in the kitchen for a second before he come backs out holding a few snacks and a tuperware Derek can smell of steak causing his mouth to water. "C'mon, up the stairs Big Guy. I feel like superhero movies, how about you?" Stiles jokingly asks as he walks up the stairs infront of the wolf who watches the boys ass the entire way.
When they are both somehow comfortably settled on the small bed with Captain America playing and snack around them Stiles sets Derek's steak infront of him as he chews on some Cheetos. "Steve is hot as fuck but I still think Loki is sexier." Stiles laughs as Derek makes a grunting growl sound before he realizes that Stiles just said a man was sexy. Stiles just admitted he likes men. Derek looks up at Stiles who is blushing as he seems to realize what he just said. "What? So I play for both sides, so what? Don't give me that judgy look Sourwolf!" Stiles defends before he laughs as Derek seems to be in shock. "You alright Big Guy? What, wolves don't on occasion mate with other same sex wolves?" Stiles asks desperately hoping the wolf doesn't think he's gross now. Not that Derek would ever think that. OR that the wolf can even understand him but Stiles likes to think he can tell the wolf can in fact understand. Its when Stiles reaches over to his right hand bedside table that Derek loses some of his self-control, as that pale neck is stretched and offered and he leans forwards and places his snout right where shoulder meets neck. Derek feels Stiles freeze and that seems to shake him out of it so he begins to pull back before Stiles rests his hand behind Derek's ears and pulls him gently and cautiously back. Stiles turns his head slightly and meets the wolfs eyes right as they burn blue and Stiles gasps at the beauty of them. Derek, even though he knows Stiles doesn't know what their color means, still closes them so he cannot see them, causing Stiles to pout but he just lays back and lets Derek scent mark him. Derek licks his neck softly earning a moan and he looks up quickly surprised and see's a blush creep onto Stiles face. "Shuddup! It felt nice, I can't help it." Stiles defended himself embaressed. Derek just huffed as he did it again and watched as goosebumps rose to his pale skin. "Hey Big Guy? You can understand me right?" Stiles asks softly and hesitantly. Derek just rumbles out a low growl in affirmitave. "I knew it! Well um, you see... I know a lot about wolves because I read a ton about them because of you and my friend-" Stiles is interupted by the front door banging open, and instantly Derek is on alert. Derek stands crouched above Stiles with his teeth bared and his eyes aglow.
"STILES? Stiles its Scott! I need your help!" Scott yells as he runs up the stairs and into the bedroom, "I need you to try and-" Scott stops as he finally notices the giant wolf on top of his bestfriend. "What the Fuck! Why is there a huge ass wolf in your room? Better yet, why in he over you?" Scott asks shrilly and Derek just growls as he lays back down next to Stiles who pets down his back.
"This is Big Guy. He's my wolf." Stiles explains like its obvious and Derek internally screams with joy at Stiles calling him "His" Wolf.
"Your wolf? You can't own a freaking wolf Stiles!" Scott yells incredulously, and Derek hops off the bed and starts stalking forward threateningly towards Scott.
"Well I own this one. It's ok Big Guy, Scott is just a dummy." Stiles tells him reassuringly as he stands up and patts the bed for Derek who ignores it and sits next to his legs. The whole while, Scott just watches all this and looks on in suspicion.
"Are you on drugs? How much Adderall have you taken today? Thats. A. Wolf. You know like eat you alive wolf?" Scott tells him like he's crazy and waves his arms uselessly around. "He belongs outside! Not in your house, especially in your room, where your sleeping and he could easily eat you!" Derek growls loudly and bares his fangs again, Scott flashes his amber glowing eyes and Derek flashes his blue. "Stiles?... Get out. Now. Slowly." Scott whispers demandingly as he pulls Stiles towards and behind himself and slowly backing out the room.
"Scott let go a me! What's your problem dude! Fuck off!" Stiles struggles but Scott has a deathgrip on him and Derek's growls get louder as he follows them out.
"It's a werewolf dumbass." Scott tells him as he continues down the hall the the stairs.
"Ya, no shit Scott! I know that!" Stiles shouts and Scott freezes as does Derek in shock. They both look at him with confusion, shock, and incredulously. "What? Why are you both looking at me like that? I was just about to talk to you about it Big Guy, before jackass here barged in. I'm not stupid. Normal wolves are half your size and don't have pretty glowing eyes. It helped that Scott's do it to that was a clue." Stiles shrugs and just picks at the lint on his shirt.
"You knew? And you still let him in your house, in your room, on your bed?! Are you fucking crazy! It could kill you Stiles!" Scott shouted angrily at the other boy who squared his shoulders and clenched his jaw.
"You could have killed me too! You nearly did! Twice! So shut up Scott!" Stiles yelled back furiously and Derek curled himself at Stiles feet in comfort. Stiles looked down at him and smiled, "I knew. I figured you either didn't know how to shift back, didn't wanna, or the most likely, thought I wouldn't accept you." Stiles shrugged again as he kneeled and ran his fingers through the soft fur.
"So which is it wolf?" Scott spat out like he wasn't also a wolf and Derek glared but didn't answer. "Can you even understand me?" Scott asked degradingly as he looked at the wolf with disgust.
"Get out." Stiles said calmly. Scott's head jerked up as he looked at him.
"What?" He asked quietly, surprise clear in his voice.
"I said. Get. Out." Stiles repeated slowly, his voice even and serious, his eyes filled with anger. Derek watched only Stiles so he caught the brief flicker of molten lava that flashed through his eyes, Derek squinted slightly but it was already gone. He was broke out of his thoughts by the door slamming and Stiles releasing a huge gush of air. "Fuck that hurt my heart." Stiles told him sadly as he collapsed on the floor sitting on his ass. "I want to know which it is, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Stiles told him as he smiled at him softly. Derek realized Stiles was giving him an option. Show himself and possibly be judged, or continue on like this. "I like you either way Big Guy. I mean I'd like to see the human you, I'd like to learn everything about you like you have me. But if you don't want that, then it's fine with me." Stiles reassured him gently as he waited patiently for any response.
'What if he hates me? He told me what he did after the fire and how he felt, what if when he learns I'm a Hale, he hates that I just let him tell me all that. He told me about his mom, about how lonely her really is. He's told me every secret, thought and wish he's ever had. What if he regrets all that once he finds out who I am?' Derek thought of all the bad things that could happen but then just decided he would let his wolf chose. He closed his eyes, cleared his head, relaxed everything, 'Do what you think is right for both of us.' He told his wolf and let go of the control. When he opened his eyes a minute later; Stiles eyes were wide, his mouth hung open and his heart skipped a few beats. Derek looked down at himself. To the naked expanse of tan, muscled skin. Belatedly realizing he was naked he shrugged his shoulder slightly and hesitantly smiled at the boy.
"Holy shit, your gorgeous!" Stiles blurted, then slapped his hand over his mouth and blushed a deep red. Derek's smile grew into a grin and waited till Stiles got himself back into order. "Derek Hale. Shouldda known. Its your property I was always trespassing on. Oh God, and I told you I was practically obsessed with you! Oh my life blows." Stiles whined as the blush returned full force and Derek barely smothered his laugh behind his hand. Stiles stopped complaining and just looked at him. "You should laugh more often." He said suddenly and smacked himself again.
"You talk wayyyy to much kid." Derek rasped out through his dry throat.
"And you don't talk enough. Guess we will have to switch roles from now on, huh?" Stiles teased and they both laughed.
"Why did you send Scott away?" Derek asked hesitantly.
"I thought this matter was private. Between me and you. He didn't need to be involved and put his judginess into everything." Stiles growled out and Derek shivered slightly at the sound. "You cold? Uhhm. We should probably get you some clothes. What a shame." Stiles whispered the last part under his breath as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Heard that. And thank you, I mean for Scott, I appreiciate it." Derek said as they walked back into Stiles's room and the boy dug through his clothes.
"Ya no problem. Scott can be an hypocritical asshole some times. Most of the time. He gets mad that he isn't all I'm focused on anymore. Yet he barely hangs with me anymore cause he's to busy with the perfect Allison Argent." Stiles rolled his eyes and Derek felt his entire body tense. Argent. "Hypocrite!" Stiles huffed as he turned around with a pair of sweats. "These should fit, I don't think my shirts will though. Hey, what's wrong?" Stiles looked up and finally realized Derek was tense and shaking slightly.
"Argent." Derek whooshed out and then gasped for air. Stiles went into doctor mode instantly and sat him down.
"Hey Big Guy, listen to my voice ok? Your ok. Everything is fine. Your safe with me. Just breathe with me ok? In... Out... In... Out... C'mon dude you gotta breathe." Stiles panicked slightly when the breathing excersises didn't seem to be helping.
"Not... Working...Sti." Derek wheezed out and Stiles grabbed Derek's hand in his own before he pulled them to his chest and put Dereks palm flat over his heart.
"Feel that? Hear it? It's beating pretty fast cause of you Big Guy." Stiles huffed out laughingly before he took a few deep breaths and calmed down his heart. "How bout now? It's as calm as my heart will ever get." Stiles smiled as he watched how Derek consentrated on listening to his heartbeat and began to breathe normally. "That's it Der, just like that." Stiles reasurred gently. Derek looked into his eyes and breathed in and out again slowly as Stiles nodded at him. Derek felt a static jolt through his hand and watched as Stiles eyes once again flashed a molten lava before it disappeard.
"Stiles. Your eyes." Derek panted out.
"Shush and just focus on your breathing buddy." Stiles told him sternly and Derek nodded.
When they both were relaxed and breathing normally again they continued to talk about everything they thought of.
"What happened? Just now, what set you off?" Stiles asked gently. Derek thought about lieing, he even thought about just changing the subject before he remembered that Stiles has told him everything.
"You remember the woman in the photo that no one knew her name?" Derek asked in a whisper, his voice shook with emotions Stiles couldn't identify. Stiles just nodded slightly and looked at the older man curiously. "Her name was Kate. Kate Argent." Stiles eyes widened as it clicked.
"So when I said Allison's last name was Argent it set you off." He said more than asked and Derek just nodded before sighing heavily.
I was 15, she was 23 and beautiful and she knew just how to manipulate me. I fell in love and she used me to get intel on my families comings and goings. She used that information that she gathered from me to trap my entire family in our house and burn it to the ground. She let me live so I would suffer the guilt of killing my family, and I do every damn day." Derek felt the tears fall before he could stop them and he furiously wipped them away before Stiles took both his hands in his own and cupped his face gently.
"You listen to me, and you listen close. You did not kill your family. She manipulated and lied to you, she used you. None of that is your fault Derek. None of it." Stiles told him sternly and Derek shook his head.
"It is though! I knew there was something she was hiding, I knew she was crazy but I ignored it and allowed her in my home, near my family! I ignored all the signs because I thought I was in love. Because I thought she was my mate. She called us mutts, she never called us wolves or were's like others do. She called us mutts, that should have been a sign but I ignored it. Not everyone was wolves. Sage, Nathan, Willa, Ryker, were all human, they were just kids and my baby siblings that I was supposed to keep safe! She didn't care that they were children or human, she locked them up and burned them all alive! She said we were monsters that had to be put down, but the only monster was HER and I fell for her lies!" Derek was shouting and sobbing as he collapsed to the floor in Stiles arms.
"She is a monster Derek. Monsters are evil and lie and you were just another tool on her belt. Don't blame yourself Der. Forgive yourself. Yes, you fell for her crap. Yes, she tricked you. Yes, you may have seen it but you couldn't of stopped her. You were just a kid Derek. But did you lock your family up, NO. Did you set the fire, NO. Did you purposefully harm your family, NO. Therefore it isn't your fault. If I knew where that crazy bitch was, I'd kill her myself but no one knows what happened to her Derek. You need to forgive yourself. Let her go. Let all the hate you have for her, drive you to be better, to prove that she made a mistake letting you live." Stiles told him sternly but gently. Derek looked up at him and took a deep breath to calm his breathing as he nodded slowly. Stiles smiled and helped him to stand and then they both walked back to the bed and layed down. Stiles held Derek to his chest and ran his fingers through his hair softly till they both drifted to sleep.
When they wake they both smile at eachother and Derek nearly leans forward to kiss him when he stops himself an sits up in the bed slowly.
"Thank you Stiles." Derek says softly as he tries to will any thoughts of Stiles lips away.
"Any time. I mean you did listen to me talk endlessly for months." Stiles laughs lightly as he gets up and walks into the bathroom to brush his teeth. "Gotta extra if ya want one?" Stiles call out to him as he waves a toothbrush at him and Derek stands and walks over to join him. Once they both brush their teeth, they head downstairs to make breakfest which they both decide on omelette's. After breakfast they just sit around and Derek tells Stiles how the painted room was his.
"Really? Did you paint it?" Stiles asks curiously.
"Me and my little sister, Willa did. We were so proud of it. She was such an amazing artist for such a young kid." Derek speaks softly his voice full of emotions.
"How old were they? Your siblings I mean." Stiles asks hesitantly and Derek just smiles.
"Cora was 13, Sage was 10, the twins; Nathan and Ryker were 7, Willa was 5, and Eric was 3. Mom always said that Willa and me were nearly inseparable even though we were 10 years apart, she was my favorite cause she was so calm and confident with everything she did. She would have been a beautiful woman." Derek trailed off sadly. He had loved all his siblings but Willa had been more of his best friend than sister and he missed her every time he saw paint or artwork.
"Wow that's a lot of kids. 4 girls, and 4 boys. Bet your house was never quiet." Stiles joked lightly and Derek laughed.
"Never. Peter had 2 kids too, a boy and a girl. Lee and Rhea they were twins too just 2 years old. Both wolves, Peter was so proud of it and Rose was just happy as long as he was." Derek added softly.
"Peter your uncle? He survived didn't he?" Stiles asked curiously.
"Just barely. Laura found him in the basements tunnel trying to break down the door. He had gone mad by that time didn't even care that the door was solid steel and had been covered in wolfsbane thanks to the hunters." Derek tells him as he shakes his head slightly.
"What happened to Laura?" Stiles asks nearly silent, afraid of making him angry.
"Its alright, your just curious. She went missing while searching for some rogue alpha she heard about that was killing people in town. I came back to look for her. I found her in pieces, being used as bait to catch me. I buried her and placed a wolfsbane spiral over her graves. Spirals mean revenge in our culture and the wolfsbane kept her in her wolf form." Derek explained quietly and Stiles felt suddenly bad for disrupting Laura's grave. "Don't feel bad, you didn't know." Derek said as he seemed to read his mind.
"Derek?" Stiles asked shyly. Derek just hummed as a sign for him to continue. "Will you sleep here from now on?" Stiles quickly asked and blushed a deep red. Derek was silent and Stiles thought he was angry so rushed to explain. "It's just you don't have an actually place to stay, and I like having you here with me, it makes me feel safe. You don't have to stay human either, I'll tell my dad your my pet or something." Stiles rushed out and shrugged. Derek laughed.
"I'd like that." Derek smiled softly at the younger boy who's blush only grew deeper.
"Good. Great. Coolness!" Stiles said awkwardly said and Derek laughed.
Over the next few weeks they developed a system. Derek would sleep in the spare room when his dad was home, and Stiles wolf; Big Guy would sleep with Stiles whenever the wolf came home. John had been skeptical at first, what with a huge ass wolf in his house and a lonely orphan man staying but Stiles convinced him. Stiles explained to his father that Derek had came home in search of Laura but they all knew how that turned out and now he didn't have anywhere to go, so Stiles feeling bad for accussing him, offered a room up. Explaining Big Guy was more difficult, Stiles said that he had befriended the wolf out in the preserve and that he had followed him home before the storm hit and now whenever the wolf was hungry or needed shelter came to him and that he was harmless as long as no one threatened him. His father had called him an over-sized guard dog, which earned him a playful growl, his dad warmed up to the wolf quickly though and Derek thought it was hilarious when John would try to tell him what to do or give him dog commands.
Derek was truely happy for the first time in years. He had a family again. That's why when he caught her scent he snapped. It had been a normal day, Stiles had gone to school and the sheriff to work, leaving Derek to do whatever he had to. Deciding on cleaning the house and doing the grocery shopping he quickly did all of the chores listed and grabbed the grocery list and headed out. He was on his way back to the Stilinski residence when he smelled that scent the sent (haha) him back 10 years. The smell of gun oil, leather, cosmetics and a flowery perfume. Kate. Derek slammed on the breaks and reached for his phone in the blink of an eye, calling Stiles went straight to voicemail and he growled. His heart was telling him to go back to the Stilinski house and wait for Stiles to get home, but his head was screaming for revenge. Derek tried calling Scott, then the school which told him that both Scott and Stiles were in a meeting with the principle.
"Damnit Stiles!" Derek punched his dashboard and felt the shift crawl under his skin, begging to be let loose. "Fuck it." Derek parked and got out to follow the scent. He regretted that decision when an hour later he ended up with a wolfsbane bullet through his arm and no revenge taken. He knew he needed to find Stiles, Stiles was smart, he would know how to fix this. Derek turned in the direction of the school and began walking, his arm pulsing with the posion and blood dripping down his arm. When he finally walked in, school was almost over and he couldn't concentrate long enough to find him with any of his senses. Derek asked the first person he came across,
"Where's Stiles?" He grunted out through the haze at a blonde jock.
"Who?" Jerkface asked with a snear as he looked Derek up and down.
"What about Scott? Scott Mccall? Know where he is?" Derek asked again, his patience waning.
"Why should I tell you?" Barbie Ken said rudely.
"Because I asked politely, and I only do that once." Derek growled and he could feel the shift start to win over his restraint.
"Okay, tough guy. You know, how about I help you find him if you tell me what you're selling him? What is it? Is it, uh, Dianabol? Hmm? HGH?" Blondie asked and Derek had to think for a second.
"Steroids." He stated plainly and with disbelief in his voice.
"No, girl scout cookies. What the hell do you think I'm talking about? Oh, and, uh, by the way, whatever it is you're out selling, I'd probably stop sampling the merchandise. You look wrecked." Pretty boy snarked back and Derek rolled his eyes.
"I'll find him myself." Derek said as he began to walk away.
"No, we're not done - " Jock boy grabbed for Derek who spun and slammed his face into the lockers before walking away. Derek stumbled as he walked against the wall back towards the parking lot just as the bell rang shrilly in his ear and he winced and quickened his pace as best he could. When he made it out the lot was already full of teens and parent strying to leave or come and Derek took awhile to focus on Stiles scent but began walking towards it anyway. Derek felt his knee's give out just as he reached both boys and he heard the other drivers honk loudly at the hold up.
"What are you doing here?" Scott rushed up and questioned him.
"I've been shot." Derek stated as he saw both boys stand infront and try to help him up.
"He's not looking so good, dude." Stiles stated as he looked over Derek and tried not to be sick.
"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked hurriedly as he looked around.
"I can't. It was - it was a different kind of bullet." Derek huffed out between pants.
"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked curiously.
"No, you idiot." Derek said rudely and Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Don't be such an ass or I'll let you rot here. C'mon Sourwolf, lets get you up." Stiles told him as he lifted from under one arm as Scott did the other.
"You wouldn't leave me, then you'd have no one to listen to you talk forever. Stiles wait!" Derek remembered why it was important to get to Stiles as soon as possible.
"What? What! Jeez." Stiles startled and nearly dropped him.
"She's back. She's here, in town." Derek felt his eyes start to roll back and his vision turning black.
"Who Derek? Who is she?" Stiles asked urgently.
"Kate." Was the last thing Derek said before he passed out and Stiles entire body froze and if anyone had been watching, they would have seen his eyes flare a fire gold color for a few seconds as he felt anger fill his entire being.
After nearly cutting off Derek's arm Scott rushes in with the bullet and exclaims that saving Derek wasn't worth the trouble of actually getting the damn bullet. Stiles nearly punches his best friend but just focuses on saving Derek. Stiles hands over the bullet.
"What are you gonna do with it?" Stiles asks curiously.
"I'm gonna- gonna..-" Derek starts but passes out before he can tell them.
"Shit! Oh no. NO no no nononono! C'mon Derek, wake back up." Stiles pleads and shoves at the hard chest with no result. "Oh God don't kill me." Stiles pulls back and slaps Derek as hard as he could... Still no result.
"You gotta wake him up Stiles!" Scott yells and Stiles glares at him.
"How? I don't know what to do!" Stiles yells back and Scott leaves the room. Stiles tries to think but isn't coming up with anything. Suddenly, Stiles goes calm and he looks at Derek, and then leans over and presses his lips against the older mans. Stiles can feel a warmth travel from inside his own chest and flows through him into Derek. Derek's eyes fly open just as Stiles pulls back. "Hey your awake. What happened, what did I do?" Stiles asks. Derek looks at him for a moment and just blinks at the boy until the molten color leaves his eyes to return to amber brown again.
"Bullet." Derek grunts and Stiles hands it to him again. Derek takes it apart and then lights the wolfsbane on fire and smears it into his wound. He drops to the ground and writheringly tries to fight through the pain. Stiles just stares, trying not to find Derek's movements sexy but failing. After Derek's movements calm and he stands back up,
"Are you okay?" Scott asks.
"Well except for the agonizing pain." Derek snarks as he glares at the boy.
"Im gonna guess the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign." Stiles jokes to try to clear the tension.
"Okay, we saved your life, meaning your gonna leave us alone, got that? If you don't I'll go back to Allison's dad, and I'll tell him everything." Scott threatened and Stiles rolled his eyes and shook his head at the other boys stupidity.
"Your going to trust them? You think they will help you?" Derek asks with an edge in his voice and Stiles knows exactly where this is going but knows he can't stop it.
"Why wouldn't they! They're a lot freaking nicer than you!" Scott yells and Derek scuffs.
"I'll tell you exactly what they are, their monsters. They call us monsters but its them that really are." Derek's voice has gone eerily calm and Stiles knows its the calm before the storm, because he and Derek both know Scott is gonna ask what that means.
"How would you know? You don't know them!" Scott is still yelling but in a second Derek roars and is in his face with his teeth bared and his claws at his throat.
"They burned my family alive! Innocent humans were in that house and they didn't give a damn when they sealed all the exits and set it on fire!" Derek eyes are intense and glowing blue and Scott makes the mistake of questioning him further.
"What makes you so sure it was them?" Scott spits out around Derek's grip on his throat. Derek lets him go slowly and walks over to Stiles. Stiles just wraps his arms around Derek's neck and pulls him down to lean on him.
"They were the only ones that knew about them. No one outside the Hale family ever found out." Stiles tells Scott who looks between him and Derek.
"Well than they had a reason obviously." Scott says and Stiles wishes that he knew when to stop talking.
"Like what? Tell me what justifies killing an entire family. 13 people killed, what justifies killing 8 children, 4 that were human, 2 adult wolves and 3 human adults. That is what they do. It's what Allison will do." Derek growled out with a death glare and Stiles on silently prayed that his best friend would be too stunned to speak. Scott seemed to get the message as he only huffed and walked away. Derek pulled away to look at the boy,
"Stiles, do you remember how you woke me?" Derek asked, Stiles shook his head honestly.
"Nope. I remember trying to figure out how to, than it was like this zen took over this complete calming peace and I blacked out or something and then when I came too you sat up." Stiles explains with a shrug and Derek wonders if he should tell him about the kiss.
"Stiles when I woke up, your eyes were glowing. I've noticed it before but always forget to ask." Derek tells him and sees confusion cross the boys face, can smell the fear coming from him.
"Glowing like yours?" Stiles asks.
"No. They look like a fire or lava. This bright golden orange. Its quiet beautiful actually, but it just makes me wonder if your completly human after all." Derek tells the boy who only continues to grow more confused.
"So your saying I'm not human?" Stiles asks with a shaky voice. "Cause, I've gone my whole life thinking I was so if I find out I had some cool super powers the entire time, Imma be pissed." Stiles grunts out snarkily and Derek rolls his eyes.
"I don't know. You don't have to worry about it right now, we will figure it out." Derek reasures him calmly. Stiles nods as he stares blankly at the wall opposite to them and Derek knows the boy won't quit thinking about it, now that he knows there might be something different.
"C'mon, lets go home." Stiles tells him softly as he walks out of the vet office robotically and Derek wonders if he made a mistake in telling Stiles about his eyes. The boy had the right to know though. On the drive to the Stilinski house Derek thinks back to how Stiles lips had felt. How they tasted of sour gummy worms, and mint gum. Derek finds himself wondering how and why Stiles didn't remember doing it. When they pull into the driveway, the cruiser is already there and Derek doesn't even have the strength or willpower to shift so he doesn't. Stiles doesn't comment and they both walk inside together. John is in the recliner in the living room watching a Mets game when he looks up at them, looks them both over and then grabs the remote and turns off the tv as he stands up.
"What's wrong?" John asks in Sheriff mode. Derek knows he probably looks like crap and he knows Stiles looks like he's traumatized with his face paler than normal and the blank look he wears.
"Nothing Dad." Stiles says in an empty and cold voice. Derek looks worriedly at the boy before looking back at the Sheriff who seems to know his son is lying.
"Ya sure. That's why you both look like you just walked through Hell and back." John said sarcastically in a dull voice and demanding stare.
"I got assaulted." Derek comes up with quickly, trying not to lie but can't just tell the Sheriff that a hunter shot him with Wolfsbane because he's a werewolf.
"What? Are you alright? Someone actually got the drop on you?" John's voice changes from business like to worry instantly and it warms Derek slightly, that John actually cares enough to be worried about him.
"Ya, I'm fine. Snuck up from behind me, but Stiles here rescued me." Derek looks over fondly at Stiles, and John watches the emotions Derek feels for his son cross the mans face before he looks back at him and hides them.
"Stiles?-" John begins to ask but is interupted.
"Dad, it's been a long day. I really just wanna go take a shower and go to bed." Stiles sighs out in a tired tone as he looks at the Sheriff slightly pleadingly.
"Alright then. I expect you both to go down to the station tomorrow though." The Sheriff gives them both a serious look as he firmly tells them what to do.
"Yessir." Derek says respectfully as he nods along and watches as Stiles walks up the stairs slowly.
"Is he alright?" John turns to Derek and asks the man seriously.
"I don't know sir. I really don't. But that look in his eyes, it scares me." Derek said honestly and John sighed heavily as he nodded and walked back to the living room and sat back down, staring off. Derek walks up the stairs and into Stiles room as he hears the shower going. He sits on the boys bed and just zones out. There are gasps of breath somewhere and Derek focuses in on them quickly, Stiles is obviously crying, but Derek can smell the anxiety and panic clearly. He's up off the bed and in the bathroom before he can think it through and is opening the shower door and stepping in fully clothed, as he hears Stiles heart jack rabbiting, and his breathing getting even shallower as he begins to panic because he's not getting enough oxygen. Stiles looks up at him as his entire body begins to shake and he tries to lift himself up from the floor but only collapse's back down.
"Der?... Ca... Can't-" Stiles pants out as he latches himself onto Derek like an octopus, the moment they touch, Stiles breathing starts to even out and his heartbeat evens out. Derek lifts the boy effortlessly from the shower floor and carries him out into the bedroom, the both of them dripping water onto the hardwood floor, he sets Stiles into his computer chair and goes back to collect the towel from the bathroom closet and grabs a couple more for himself and the mess. Derek walks back quickly to the boy and stands him back up, he wraps a towel around Stiles waist and then begins to dry his hair and chest off with another. "Oh God. This is embarrassing." Stiles huffs out as Derek thoroughly scrubs the towel over his head.
"What? Being naked, or me rescuing you from hyperventilating?" Derek asked absentmindedly as he tries not to touch the boys skin or admiring his body.
"Both. And your soaking and you don't even care because your too preoccupied with taking care of me. I'm nothing but a burden on you." Stiles voice starts quaking and Derek can smell the tears trying to fall.
"Don't be embarrassed Stiles. I don't care about me, your the one that can get sick. If you were a burden, do you really think I would always be around here? Your anything but, Stiles. When Scott or me needs help, who do we go to? Who comes up with all the plans? Who is constantly saving our asses?" Derek told the boy seriously and pointed out Stiles success.
"Your just saying all that to make me feel better. You don't want the weak little human to start crying again." Stiles grumbled as he pushed Derek away and took the towel off of his head as he threw it into the hamper.
"Stiles, you know me. You know I would never sugar coat anything and you are not weak. You are the strongest kid I know, you've been through so much that you really shouldn't have to even deal with. Your loyal, scary smart, confident, spazztic, beautiful, sarcastic, outgoing, and so strong. I wish that you could just live a normal life without all the supernatural bullshit, but then I remind myself that if you were living normally, I would never have met you, and there wouldn't be anyone to save me and Scott from our stupid ass plans." Derek told him honestly and he knew that he was having a word-vomit session but couldn't bring himself to care, as he saw the way Stiles face shifted from surprised to shock, to curiousity.
"That's the most I've heard you speak. No one has ever said such nice things about me, and you called me beautiful. Derek, is this your way of telling me you care?" Stiles asked hesitantly hopeful.
"Did I? I didn't notice." Derek blushes as he looks away from the boy and realizes that maybe he should have put a filter on his mouth. "It might be. Are you okay with that?" Derek asked, scared that Stiles would get angry if he knew that he cared about the boy. Derek hoped Stiles never found out about his feelings, that way Derek would never have to make a choice. Let Stiles live happily, or drag the boy down even further into his mess.
"You think I'm beautiful, have you seen yourself Derek? Your like a greek god, with the muscles and the face, and the everything." Stiles waved his hands at Derek who raised his eyebrow. "I care about you to big guy. You can't get rid of me even if you tried." Stiles smiled at the older man as he rushed forward and hugged him. Jerking back when he realized Derek was still wet. "You need to get out of those clothes and dry off." Stiles told him as he reached for the dark purple henley and Derek sucked in a lungful of air as Stiles hands touched him.
"I can get undressed by myself Stiles. I'm a big boy." He jokingly told him to try to cover up his obvious reaction.
"Shuddup. You took care of me, so let me take care of you." Stiles said as he looked commandingly into Derek's eyes and Derek just slowly and cautiously nodded. He knew he was probably going to regret this, but couldn't say no to the boy. Stiles once again reached for Derek's shirt, and this time met no resistance as he slowly pulled it up over a strong and muscled chest before he gently dragged it over the older mans head and threw it over to the hamper without taking his eyes off of the tan skin infront of him. "It's unfair." Derek heard the boy whisper to himself.
"What is?" Derek asked and Stiles jumped a little.
"Damn werewolf hearing." Stiles grumbled as he reached for Derek's belt. Derek's hands shot out and stopped Stiles from progressing.
"Maybe I should take these off. What's unfair Stiles?" Derek asked as he undid his belt and jeans and pushed them to the floor. Standing in nothing but his boxers he reached for the towel behind Stiles, only for said boy to grab it first.
"That you look like this. Your gorgeous everywhere. Your a solid 20 on a 10 scale!" Stiles told him adamantly as he rubbed the towel over Derek's chest. Derek felt his skin blaze as Stiles dried him off, wherever the boys hands went tingled.
"I don't know what that means but looks aren't everything Stiles." Derek told him as Stiles bent down to dry his legs, and Derek nearly stopped breathing. There his mate was, on his knee's in front of him and touching him, he could hardly resist just claiming the boy where he was.
"It means, your hot as fuck. And I think you know it but just don't use it to get your way. I'm pretty positive if you smiled or laughed more often, that you would have the whole town trying to get in your pants." Stiles explained quickly and Derek huffed a laugh as he rolled his eyes.
"And where are you on this scale?" Derek asked curiously.
"Probably a 4, maybe a 6. I don't know." Stiles shrugged self-deprecating and Derek pulled him up off the ground.
"Well I don't give a damn about some stupid scale. I don't want the whole town trying to get in my pants either. Definitely not." Derek said as Stiles started to dry off his hair, it felt amazing having Stiles long fingers massaging his head like that, which is probably why he said what he did next. "I've already got my eye's on someone." Derek mumbled softly. Stiles hands stopped suddenly and he took a step back.
"Your interested in someone? Like right now? Who?" Stiles asked quickly before he stopped himself and just shook his head as he walked over to his clothes hamper and placed the towel on top. Stiles didn't turn back around and Derek could smell the boy was disappointed for some reason. When Stiles spun back around and walked to his dresser across the room, he had a fake smile plastered on his face and it made Derek curious.
"Yes. I can't tell you. I shouldn't of even said anything." Derek told him as he walked into the room he was occupying temporarily, and grabbed his clothes. When he walked back into Stiles room, dressed in just his sweatpants and tank top, Stiles had put on a pair of Batman boxers and a nightshirt.
"Why can't you tell me? We tell each other everything." Stiles asked with that same fake smile and Derek just wanted to wipe it away and replace it with a real one.
"I just can't." Derek said plainly. "Get in bed, you need your sleep." Derek commanded as he walked towards the window.
"Don't boss me around!" Stiles told him even as the boy did as he was told. "Are you leaving?" Stiles asked as he watched the older man start to climb out the window. Derek stopped for a moment and looked back at him, he was tempted to tell Stiles that he was just going to go check the area to make sure it was safe and then take up sentry on the roof, but thought it might make Stiles uncomfortable.
"I'll be back, promise." Derek told him with a small smile as he jumped backwards onto the lawn and listened to Stiles chuckle at his dramatic exit.
"Goodnight then Sourwolf. Be safe with whatever the hell your doing." Stiles said to the empty room, knowing Derek would hear. Stiles laid back in his bed and nearly instantly fell asleep.
Derek had patrolled the neighborhood before he deemed it safe and returned to the Stilinski house. He did all of it while fully shifted and he was sure he had seen at least 3 of Stiles neighbors call and complain to the sheriff department. He felt slightly guilty before he remembered there probably would have been more calling in a strange suspicious man walking around if he had been human.
When he got back to the house he jumped up onto the roof easily and settled down for a long night. His hearing picked up both Stilinski mens heartbeats and breathing to be even and Derek relaxed slightly at this, they were both safe and he had 7 hours till dawn. Few cars drove by and a pair of joggers had stopped to stare at the huge wolf ontop of the roof but Derek ignored them all and just listened to the boys vitals. Without meaning to, Derek dozed off to the sound of the steady heart.
A loud shout was heard and instantly Derek's body was on overdrive. Both Stilinski mens vitals were different now and Derek was up and off the roof, jumping through the open window in full wolf mode and standing at attention as he growled and looked for what might have caused the shout. John stood in his sons doorway looking towards Stiles bed in shock and fear. Derek, during his entrance had only looked for danger and hadn't even looked at the boy. John looked between the Derek and his son, before he shakily pointed at Stiles.
Derek hesitantly turned around, afraid of what he might see. What he did shocked him. Stiles sat up in his bed, his eyes were a dead white this time and Derek felt his own eyes glow beta blue. Markings started to show up on his skin and glowed a burning orange, his chest glowing the brightest, showing through his shirt, and pulsing. The markings looking like they were imprinted into his skin, swirls and runes, decorations of all sorts covering him completely.
"What? Stiles?" Derek heard John call and Stiles head turned towards where his father stood. His eyes were unseeing but began to switch between the creepy white and his glowing fire orange that Derek loved.
"Derek. Derek. Where?" Stiles voice was empty, almost like he wasn't even controlling himself anymore, John looked confused and slightly heartbroken but Derek ignored him for now. He had a choice to make, reveal himself to John, or somehow get him out of the room. "I. Need. Derek." Stiles told him and Derek hesitated for a brief moment before he just shifted. As he pushed his wolf back, he heard John yell loudly in fear and shock.
"Calm down Sheriff, I'll explain everything later. I just want to help him right now." Derek quickly explained and John stood frozen in place. "Stiles? Can you hear me?" Derek called to Stiles as he sat on the edge of the boys bed, slowly as to not jostle him.
"Derek. Wolf. Derek." Stiles said in that same empty voice. His eyes settled fully on the burning orange, and the markings started to pulse quicker, traveling from his chest to his hands faster and faster.
"Thats right. It's Derek, I'm a wolf. You know that." Derek nodded slowly and continued to watch the markings suspiciously. He smelled it before he saw it. Fire. His body went into alert mode instantly and he looked closely at the boys hands. There in the palm of Stiles hands, was a blue flame. Derek looked at it in surprise, he marveled at its beauty. The fire that took his family was red and evil, this one; was beautiful and calm and instead of burning heat, there was just a warm feeling traveling through his body.
"Hale. Derek. Born wolf. Fire. Anger. Revenge. Lonely. Must heal him." Stiles spoke in spurts and Derek felt himself tense all over again as Stiles brought his flame towards him. "Trust me. Never hurt you. Never you." Stiles told him and then cupped Derek's face with his palm and Derek's entire body lit up and he watched as the markings lit up and then stopped glowing as the light traveled from his chest down his arms and into his hands where it then pulsed into Derek's.
"Stiles? What are you doing? Stop!" John yelled and started towards them before he was gently pushed back, out of his room, by an invisible force and then the door to Stiles bedroom slammed shut on him. Derek felt this calm wash over him and he just watched Stiles.
"Wolves mate for life. Make your choice boy. Truemates are forever." Stiles said outloud and then he removed his hands and the markings faded as Stiles slumped. Derek rushed forward to catch the boy,
"Stiles? Stiles!" Derek called panicly as the boy lost conscious. Derek lightly shook the boy.
"Derek? Calm down." Stiles grunted out as he sat back up and looked at the man.
"Calm down? Calm down! Seriously Stiles, do you know what just happened?" Derek asked hysterically.
"My Spark activated." Stiles said calmly and Derek looked at him confusedly.
"Your what?" Derek asked.
"My Spark." Stiles repeated.
"What just happened? I don't understand what's going on. What did you do to me?" Derek said as he began to panic.
"Breathe Derek. My Spark activated, my magic revealed itself. It noticed you as my... Mate?... It wanted to take your pain away, it took the anger and guilt. It told me to choose whether I wanted to be with you or not. So the question here Derek, is why you hid this from me?" Stiles explained quickly before he asked seriously with a slightly hurt look in his eyes.
"That you were my mate? A year, shortly after Laura died. I promised myself I wouldn't tell you, or even reveal myself, because it would put you in danger, so I left, went back to New York until Laura went missing. Then fucking Scott had to go and get himself bit and drag you down with him." Derek told him angrily before he took a deep breath. "When I saw you that day in the woods after he got bit, I knew I wouldn't be able to stay away from you any longer. When I found you in the Hale house I was surprised, I shifted into my wolf because I was afraid. But you talked to me like I was a human, like I was someone important instead of some wolf that could eat you. That was when it finally sunk all the way in. You aren't just my mate Stiles, your my True-Mate. Wolves have a choice in mates, they have tons of possible mates that they have to choose one. True Mates are rare and complicated and nearly never happen, but when it does; most wolves never meet their True Mate. True Mates are a wolves destined partner, we have no choice, we can't replace them or substitute them. We either find them or we give up and never mate." Derek explained slowly and avoided looking at the boy. He knew that Stiles would reject him and push him away once he knew the truth.
"Why me?" Stiles asked softly as he thought it all over.
"I don't know." Derek told him honestly with a shrug. He felt sorry, if Stiles rejected him, he would walk this world alone and without love, but if Stiles accepted, then Derek would be ruining his life; Stiles wouldn't be able to live a normal life or be safe, the boy would have to stay with Derek forever.
"Why did you ever reveal yourself to me?" Stiles asked as his face told Derek nothing causing the man to worry.
"I wanted to be near you. I had to be. I would go to sleep and then wake up outside your house. I was beginning to lose my mind. I was drawn here, to you, no matter what I did or how hard I ignored it." Derek said and felt his body tensing in fear.
"Why didn't you just tell me all of this?" Stiles asked as he looked into Derek's eyes sadly.
"I don't deserve you Stiles. You deserve better than I could ever hope to be."
"Is it why you've hung around this whole time? So you could be close to me, but refuse yourself to actually ever have me because you think your undeserving of love? So you could punish yourself? Your an idiot!" Stiles yelled at him and Derek sat there, shocked at his outburst.
"Stiles-" Derek began.
"No! Shuddup and listen! I've been crushing on you so friggin hard and the entire time I've had this feeling in my gut that it was more than that. More than I could understand, but I ignored all of that because I thought you were out of my league and I didn't want to make you hate me. So I ignored every urge to kiss you, to run my hands through your hair, to push YOU against something and have my wicked way with you, I ignored it all. All because you think you don't deserve me? Your an idiot. There isn't anyone MORE deserving of me than you Derek. You take care of me, protect me, you listen, comfort, get along with my dad. You do SO much for me, and along the way you've managed to make me fall for you. So are you telling me your not gonna accept me because you think your undeserving?" Stiles shouted and then calmed as he asked Derek.
"What?" Derek asked dumbly and Stiles huffed a laugh.
"I love you. That's what." Stiles told him seriously as he looked at the older man and waited for a reply.
"Stiles... You can't change your mind once we bond." Derek warned as he felt his eyes glow.
"Just shuddup and kiss me Sourwolf!" Stiles demanded and pulled Derek down to him. Their lips met passionetly for the first time and a spark passed between them that caused them both to laugh. Derek pulled slightly away and both their eyes illuminated; beta blue against firey orange. Stiles grabbed the back of Dereks head and pulled him back forward into another kiss. The younger boy bit down on Derek's bottom lip earning a groan from the older man and Derek pushed Stiles to lay down as he climbed over the boy and re-attached their lips in a deep lock. Derek licked into his mouth and was granted access nearly instantly, swirling his tongue around the boys own they both moaned loudly. Stiles hands drifted from Dereks hair down his back to his ass and they squeezed as he rolled his hips up to meet Derek's.
"Stiles? Derek? Open up!" The Sheriff called through the door and they both groaned. Derek leaned back and crawled back so he was sitting at the end of the bed, breathing heavily and trying to get rid of the hardon he was now sporting.
"Damnit! This is not over, hear me? We will continue this later." Stiles growled as he sat up and stormed over to rip open his door. "What?" Stiles asked his surprised father grumpily.
"Will someone explain to me, what is going on?!" He asked hysterical.
"I have magic. Derek here is a werewolf. So is Scott by the way. Those animal attacks are actually the work of a rogue alpha wolf. The Argent's are hunters that hunt werewolves. One of them; Kate Argent, killed the Hale family 6 years ago. Deaton the vet; is something magical. Also me and Derek are mates, destined to be together." Stiles paused and looked back at Derek. "Am I missing anything?" Stiles asked and recieved a slowly head shake from his mate. "Nope? Great! There I explained." Stiles ended with a huff and waited for his father to freak out.
"I need a drink." Was all John said as he walked back down the hall and stairs. Stiles stood shocked for a second before he shouted.
"You better not have more than 3 at max! I'll let it slide this time, but thats it!" Stiles shouted and looked at Derek again. "Whats he doing, can you hear him?" Derek nodded.
"He says that 3 won't be enough if he actually has to rearrange his entire viewpoint on the world, and to quit telling him what to do." Derek recited to the boy.
"3 Is all you get though, I don't care about your midlife crisis on the supernatural. And I tell you what to do because I love you!" Stiles shouted down.
"He says he loves you too but your a little shit." Derek says laughingly.
"I may be a little shit but I'm awesome!"
"He said to quit shouting and stop listening in on him or your grounded." Derek repeated and Stiles glared before walking downstairs, Derek listened in curiously.
"I'm not shouting anymore. Werewolves have hightened senses, smell, hearing, etc. Are you going to be alright?" Stiles asked and Derek heard John sigh before he poured himself another glass and then one for Stiles.
"Good to know. No. Not really, but I'll adjust." John shrugged and both men stood and hugged Derek guessed, before Stiles said goodnight to his dad and walked back up the stairs.
"It's not polite to eavesdrop Der." Stiles jokingly chastised the wolf who shrugged and stood up.
"I was raised by wolves, I don't care." Derek told him causing Stiles to burst out laughing and Derek smiled.
"I love you. And your dumb jokes, and wolfiness. Love everything." Stiles told him as he wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Derek happily kissed back until he realized they had to talk about the bond.
"Stiles, the mate bond." Derek said between kisses and Stiles groaned.
"Your all business, all the time. Killjoy. What about it?" Stiles asked.
"To complete the bond I have to mark you. On a fullmoon night. When my control isn't at it's best. I might hurt you Stiles." Derek warned him with an obvious note of regret in his voice and Stiles knew that this was the older mans biggest fear.
"Like bite me? Won't that turn me? Derek I've seen you fight hunters on full moons and not even lose contol, hell you even deal with Scott on the full moon, I trust your self control." Stiles tried to reasure the man but didn't see much improvement.
"It's a bite, but it's not deep enough to turn you. Usually on the neck or wrist. Maybe we should wait till your older?" Derek explained before he asked even though he already knew the answer.
"No! I am not waiting and neither are you. You can't tell someone they are pretty much your soulmate and then say we have to wait. My age isn't going to effect anything. I'm not goiong to change my mind either so don't even think of it." Stiles told him determindedly.
"You can't go back on this remember? Your just a kid Stiles, you don't know what you want!" Derek argued adamantly.
"I know that I've been crushing on you since I first saw you. That I fell in love with a friggin wolf, who thankfully turned out to be human too! I'm not some clueless child Derek! I'm fully capable of making my own decisions. I know what I want, and I want you!" Stiles exclaimed frustratedly but could tell it just wasn't reaching Derek as the man shook his head slightly. "Your not her Derek." Stiles began softly, he could see the recognition in the man's eyes as he realized who he was talking about. "What me and you have is completly different of what Kate made you think you both had." The boy told him and watched as Derek fought between anger and admission.
"I know, but it doesn't feel like it. I feel like I'm taking all your chances at a normal, happy life away. Like I'm forcing you into this." Derek admitted quietly and Stiles just pulled him into a reasurring kiss before he pulled away again.
"When's the next full moon?" Stiles asked as he smiled gently at the older man who still looked cautious, but more accepting.
"Next Thursday." The wolf answered immediately.
"So we have 8 days? What do we do till then?" Stiles asked both curiously and trying to be alluring.
"I court you." Derek admited shyly.
"You what? That's an actual thing?" Stiles asked incredulously.
"Yes, of course. I have to prove myself a worthy mate." Derek said with slight confusion. "I thought you read up on all werewolf habits when Scott got bit?" He asked.
"How do you prove yourself worthy? Ya but I didn't know which crap was bull and which was actually true." Stiles shrugs as he asks curiously.
"Well, I have to prove I can support you, protect you, keep you healthy... I have to prove that..." Derek pauses and Stiles can see that his entire face is aflame and the older man refuses to meet the kids eyes.
"What, have to prove what?" Stiles pushes for an answer but the silence continues. Just when Stiles is about to gove up, Derek finally answers.
"Have to prove that I can satisfy you in all ways and that I can create strong pups." Derek mumbles nearly inaudibly as the blush on his face only darkens and he ducks his head down slightly, hoping that Stiles won't laugh.
"All ways as in?... Oh. OH! Wait pups? Derek I'm a dude! I can't have pups. Dudes can't get prego... Right?" Stiles slowly puts the pieces together and then he is also blushing from the thought of them having sex. He's broken out of the daydream his mind has created by the word pups.
"Yes Stiles. Sex." Derek says blankly with a slight glare thats totally ruined by the cherry red blush on his face and the tips of his ears. "I know that, but my wolf will still try to pump you full of cum and breed you." Derek's voice is even and calm as he speaks but Stiles can see the way the pulse in his neck jumps quickly and around his pupils bleed blue.
"It sounds so weird when you say it like that." Stiles tells him with a slight grimace on his face.
"It's the honest truth. I don't want to sugar coat it for you and have you unprepared for if it does happen." Derek tells him honestly as he finally looks up and meets the youngers brown eyes.
"I understand, it's just... I'm not used to you being so straighforward I guess." Stiles admits quietly and Derek just nods.
"Lets not think about it anymore for now. It's been a long night, lets just get as much sleep as we can." Derek tells him as they both lay back down. Derek wraps his arms around Stiles waist and the younger can't even find it in himself to complain as he snuggles up tightly against the muscled chest and lets himself drift off to sleep.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This started off a oneshot, but it got REALLY long so I figured I'd turn it into a 2 or 3 chapter story. Longer than I expected, but once I started I just couldn't stop. Anyway I'm working on this and Tension so try to be patient. I'm finding it hard to find the time between work and trying to get more than 3 hours a sleep, to write but I won't let you guys down!
Stay awesome M'lords and ladies!