Honey brown eyes scanned the crowd of huskily moving bodies, every once and a while coming to stare at a particularly stunning display of human hormones, they weaved around the mass of people until finally a saw a familiar face.
"Derek?" The word was more of a whisper in relative sound to the music but Stiles could tell by the way the other visibly tensed from his action that he had been hear all to clearly. The deep green eyes of one Derek Hale flicked up to the Stilinski boy's own orbs and an intense gaze was locked in place. Neither realized they were moving towards the other, but the locking of eyes didn't falter until they'd made it chest to chest in the center of the sweaty crowd of dancing young adults.
Derek seemed to finally realize the space between them, or more of the lack there of "What are you doing here? Go home." He bit out. I sounded sharper than he had intended and even he wanted to wince from the bitterness in his voice.
Stiles shook his head suddenly, doe eyes filling with something hard and gruff "I'm here to have fun, and that's what I'm going to have, you aren't the boss of me sour wolf" the teen snarked. He took a step back and Derek released a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding.
" I'd say I am your boss, I'm the alpha, what I say goes" The werewolf grunted, eyebrows furrowing,
'Was Stiles here to meet someone?' He wondered,. Oddly this made Derek bristle, he didn't like the idea of Stiles coming to a place like this to meet some stranger.
"Don't you pull that alpha shit with me, I'm not even doing anything that concerns the pack, hell I'm not even using my real name! You have some balls to tell me that I cant just have a little fun alone for once, supernatural-shit-spewing-monster-free fun! By myself!" the boy paused to breathe, and this is when Derek took his chance to cut him off.
"Its not safe alone, idiot. What if one of these people is a hunter and they know you're from my pack? They can take you to try and harm the rest of us." Derek was glad the music was so loud around them that only stiles could hear him, due to their closeness.
"Words of true concern, you melt my heart sour wolf. No really, you should be a guidance counselor, you obviously love lifting peoples moods, Derek." The boy shot the alpha a heated glare. "Well fuck you and have a magical day at Disney World, because I'm not leaving just because you're a paranoid asshole."
Derek couldn't help but growl at Stiles' tone, he grabbed his arm and lead him through the throng of sweaty horny bodies. They ended up at the back of the club, the secluded area where couples were to busy sticking their tongues down one another's throats to notice them.
The werewolf growled again, louder, it was almost able to be heard above the music. "I will not have you disobeying me like that! I said go home, and you will, either willingly or I'll drag you out kicking and screaming all the way, you got it?!" He was up in the boy's face, breathing heavily as he tried to contain his irritation.
Stiles merely put on a blank face "Then I guess you're gonna be having quite the time, I kick hard, good luck." the golden eyes were narrowed, challenging, and hell if it didn't make Derek want to force him into submission. He wanted to make the kid bear his neck and whimper in fear, for the boy to know his place.
Derek didn't realize he'd starting pushing hi face into Stiles neck until the teen said "What the hell, I know you always say you're gonna rip my throat out with your teeth but seriously save it for somewhere a little less public, dumbass."
The words were muttered into Derek's ear' and Stiles warm breath heated his skin' it smelled of alcohol and tooth paste, meaning the honey eyed male had obviously gotten the bar tender to believe he was actually twenty-one.
"I'm just trying to find the best place for when I finally get a chance to do that" He registered that he was the one speaking, but could only focus on the erratic heart beat of the Stilinski teen.
'Ah, so the little fuckers actually scared I'm gonna kill him?' Derek smirked against Stiles' throat, choosing to tease the boy, he let his fangs elongate a bit and looked up at him. Just as he'd planned the heart beat picked up.
"uh, good sour wolf?" Stiles gulped and his Adams apple bobbed up and down.
Derek looked up at him and his eyes flashed red before he stood up straight and smacked stiles right near his temple. The teen crumpled to the ground and Derek picked him up, bridal style.
He made his way out of the club, explaining to a bouncer that Stiles had passed out and needed to get home. The bouncer glared at him and Derek flashed him a winning smile, he looked him over once again and said "Ight, later" leaving them be.
The werewolf carried the idiot home and deposited him on his bed' writing him a note
'Next time learn to listen
-Derek'
He looked over Stiles one last time before moving to his window and leaving, telling himself that the only reason he even cared to make sure the kid got home was because a hunter could have taken him. Yeah, of course, its not like he cares. Derek frowned darkly, no, he doesn't care at all.
((Okay, my first actual fan fiction, please don't flame. No beta' so any spelling or grammar mistakes are all my own! ^-^ read and review! -TomatoLullaby31))