"Stilinski, what are you doing here? This is my private home, how did you find me? Derek said groggily, a bit annoyed to be dragged from a dead sleep to answer the door and a bit curious as well.
He pulled a white t-shirt over his head, his hair a mess of strains, eyes squinting as they adjusted to the bright light of morning.
Stiles fidgeted in his spot.
"I followed you yesterday. I need my fix. I need it now." Stiles said on edge, barely able to hold still in one spot for so long before he would have to fidget yet again.
Derek took note of the dark circles under his eyes, his pale skin and chapped lips, possible from biting down on them one too many times. Stiles hands shook from the adrenaline leaving his body.
When Stiles noticed Derek downward stares, he stuffed his shaky hand into his jacket pockets away from view.
"Look, I told you, you need to pace yourself with this stuff. It's no joke." Derek said, meeting Stiles gaze once more.
"Yeah, well it's a little too late for the pep talk Dad." Stiles mocked, giving a forced snickered trying to hide his tension.
"Go home Stiles." Derek ordered, as he started to close his front door.
Stiles jump forward and placed a hand in between the doorway, preventing Derek from being able to shut it fully.
"Wait, please. I'm begging you. I can't sleep. I have no appetite for food. I feel myself wasting away."
"All the more reason to get yourself off the stuff."
"Please, just one more hit. And then I'll go. You'll never see me again."
Derek let out a huff annoyed and examined Stiles slender frame, silently evaluating if the teen's body could handle one more hit.
"I have money." Stiles reassured him, taking out a big wad of ones wrapped together with a rubber band.
Derek rolled his eyes.
"Where did you get that, steal it from your old man?" Derek teased, grabbing the cash from Stiles frail hand, unwrapping the rubber band and began to count the dollar bills.
"No, I earned it, working over the summer." Stiles retorted as he stepped inside Derek loft shutting the door behind him, looking around the old, well kept, spacious apartment with a huge window view of the city below.
"Nice digs." He said with a small smile on his lips.
"This place is like three times the size of my bedroom." Stiles added in amazement.
"Is this a joke?" Derek snapped, turning around to face the teen.
"This isn't nearly enough to cover a hit."
"It's all I have." Stiles confessed with a shrug.
"You live in this big place alone?" He asked curious.
Derek stormed over annoyed and grabbed Stiles thin malnourished arm, tightly in his hold as he led him to his door.
"Owe, what are you doing?"
Derek opened his door back up and pushed Stiles out. He almost lost his balance but caught himself at the last minute.
"What the hell man, I thought we had a deal?"
Derek tossed the roll of ones back to Stiles, the money hitting him in the chest before he caught it and glanced up at Derek questioningly.
"The deal is off, you don't have enough money and you're just wasted my time."
Before Derek closed the door Stiles stuck his hand inside once more, stopping it.
"Wait! Maybe I can give you something else as payment?"
Derek opened the door a bit more, looking Stiles kiddy features over and his thin body.
"You don't have anything of interest to me, now beat it." He ordered, before shutting the door in Stiles face.
Derek rubbed his tired eyes and yawned.
"Stupid kid." He grumbled under his breath as he worked on making some coffee to wake him up.
Derek usually kept to the bad neighbors to sell his drugs.
They were always willing to pay top dollar for the stuff.
The rich folk were cheap as hell and you never knew if you were asking a lawyer or a damn cop if they wanted a hit. It was too risky.
But one day, when things were slow Derek made his way over to where the better half lived and headed to a local park.
He rested up against a tree in the shade with his black leather jacket, probably the most valuable thing he owned and took out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a puff, as he waited and scanned his surroundings.
That was when he saw him. Stiles Stilinski.
They used to go to school together, one time or another.
He looked the same as before with his buttermilk colored skin, his cheeks full of light brown freckles, eyes a honey brown full of youth and wonder, his hair one colossal mess of brown strains standing up every which way, as if he had just rolled out of bed. And he wore that same, stupid goofy grin on his face as he did when they were younger.
"Hey Stilinski, interested in a hit?"
And that was how it started.
It's started off small, with just some weed to calm Stiles nerves and then he had a big test one day and wanted something stronger, something to help him stay up late at night to study.
That's when a little coke came into play. Derek warned him to go slow, to not grow attach to the stuff.
Perhaps it was Derek fault for introducing Stiles to drugs in the first place.
He figured Stiles would be too chicken shit to try cocaine but buy it to save face only to flush it down the toilet later.
He never thought he would see Stiles again and at his door to boot, begging for the stuff.
Derek let out a sigh, taking his coffee to his living room table. Just as he was about to sit down and relax, he glanced out the window noticing Stiles down the street talking to some stranger in a decked out ride, with gold rims and a neon light shining beneath the car.
The over the top cheesy car probably even had hydraulics.
"What the hell is this kid doing? He is going to get himself killed."
Derek put on his timberland boots, grabbed his jacket and car keys along the way and headed out the door.
"For forty bucks I'll give you a real good time." Derek heard Stiles saying to the guy behind the wheel as he rested his forearms against the opened window on the passenger side.
"Make it twenty and we have ourselves a deal." The older man with gold teeth and dreadlocks said.
"Deal." Stiles voiced, opening the car door.
Derek quickly slammed it shut, before Stiles could get in.
"He's underage and working with the cops, now scram." Derek warned, giving the guy a stern look.
"Whatever you say man. The boy is hardly worth twenty bucks as it is." He replied, taking off down the road.
Derek let out a stress exhale before looking Stiles weaken appearance over, he looked like a light breeze could knock him down at any moment.
"Dude, why did you do that? I was earning my keep." Stiles stressed, as Derek grabbed his arm taking him to a black Camaro parked in a parking lot nearby.
"Get in." Derek ordered as he opened the door from him.
"Where are we going?" Stiles asked once Derek started the car.
"I'm taking you home."
"You're what?" Stiles reached for door trying to open it as if about to jump out of the moving car but Derek was quick to stop him, yanking the teen's hand away from the door handle.
"Hey, remember this, huh?" Derek voiced, taking out a small bag of coke that was in his pocket.
Stiles reached for it but Derek was quicker than him and placed the substance back in his pocket.
"You have to earn it first."
Stiles perked up at this.
"What do I have to do?"
Derek didn't say anything, he stayed quiet the rest of the way and Stiles gave up asking, after awhile.
"This is it." Stiles said dully.
"Is your father home?"
"No, he's at work, being a cop and doing all cop things."
"Good, show me your room." Derek said, as Stiles let him into his nice house.
The last thing Derek needed was for the sheriff to know Derek, a known drug dealer, was in his house or his own son's supplier.
Derek followed Stiles to his room and took a seat on his bed.
He waited for the teen to shut his door before taking the small bag of coke out.
Stiles eyes lit up with excitement and his hands began to shake again.
"Now, I don't normally do this but since you're so hard up on this stuff, I'll make a deal with you."
"What, anything?"
"I'll give you one doze but that's it. You don't get the whole bag."
"That's all I want anyways. What do you want in return, a blowjob? I'm great at blowjobs. I would be down for fucking too."
"Hardly, you're a damn baby. I just want you to promise to eat something, sleep and to never come over to my side of the tracks ever again, got it?"
"So, you'll come over here then, if I need a fix?" Stiles questioned.
"Do we have a deal?" Derek asked extending his hand out for Stiles to shake.
"Deal." Stiles said quickly, giving a quick shake.
Derek smirked.
"Good boy. Now sit down while I get this ready for you."
Stiles sat on the edge of his bed as Derek went over to his dresser and took out a small mirror and poured a small line of coke on it. He took out a dollar bill rolled it up tight.
"Come here." Derek said making a gesture with his hand.
Stiles made quick work heading over to his dresser.
"Now sniff it slowly." Derek instructed.
Stiles took the dollar bill from Derek and brought his nose down to it as he started to inhale, the small white line disappearing soon after.
"Oh shit!" Stiles exclaimed, as he lifted his head up and wiped his nose, ridding it of any white power before bring it back down.
Derek watched as the teen's eyes began to water and became bloodshot as the drugs started to take effect.
"Thanks man, I needed that." Stiles said with a content sigh.
Derek nodded as he placed the mirror and rolled bill back into his pocket.
"Now for our agreement..." Derek started to say.
"Consider it done man." Stiles replied happily.
"Now, Stiles."
"Right now?"
"Yes, now. I want to make sure you keep to your Deal."
"Ok, ok, fine."
Stiles and Derek headed down to the kitchen where Stiles made himself some soup.
Derek watch as the teen painstakingly slow sipped and slurped it up.
Once he was done with the soup Derek told him to eat a roll and he did, reluctantly.
"I'm stuffed. I couldn't eat anymore if I tried." He moaned rubbing his bloated stomach.
Derek nodded satisfied.
"Now are we done?" Stiles asked.
"Not quite, there is still the matter of sleep."
"But I'm not tired, not even a little bit."
"We'll see, come on, up to bed."
Stiles sighed stressed but did as told going to his room and lying down in his bed, staring at the ceiling.
"This is torture." The teen complained, feeling antsy.
Derek snickered amused.
"Perhaps you'll learn your lesson one of these days." He joked.
"Whatever." Stiles mumbled under his breath.
"Did you ever hear about the story of the stubborn boy who was determined to get his way no matter what?"
"No."
"You want to hear it?"
"Sure, I got time."
Derek began telling his made up story glancing at over at Stiles ever so often, seeing his eyes slowly blink and eventually closing completely as sleep came over the teen.
Derek ran a hand through Stiles wild locks and grazed the boy's soft cheek, earning him a low moan and a small smile from the teen's lips.
"Goodbye Stiles. Be good." He voiced as the teen stirred at bit in his sleep before falling back into slumber.
Derek walked out the house and got into his car taking off down the street, knowing very well this would be the last time he would come to Stiles side of the tracks.