Author Notes: This is an alternate universe story inspired by the characters of Teen Wolf. It is based on a story I wrote for another TV series that I'm adapting for this category. The primary relationship is Stiles/Derek and the story also includes male/female pairings. Please review! Your words let me know that there are real people out there seeing what I'm posting.

1: "I want you..."

"...I really, really want you."

Derek smiled and I licked my lips with anticipation. His sexy dark eyes stared deeply into mine and I couldn't help glancing down at his washboard abs. He leaned in to kiss me and I noticed the glint of his teeth in the moonlight. I swore his canines were long and sharp, like an animal. I let him take my lips with his.

He tasted like metal and wood. I wanted to ask him why, but I was too busy kissing him. He was so hot that I could hardly keep it in my pants. He pushed me against the stone wall of the drainage tunnel underneath the city where we stood, and I let him search my mouth with his tongue.

I felt something sharp against my bottom lip. I realized it was Derek's teeth. He hadn't drawn blood yet, but something told me he wanted to.

Derek suddenly pulled back and I saw that his eyes were different. Their usual dark color had faded into an almost transparent blue. It made him appear like a dangerous predator instead of the handsome, athletic high school student I was totally crushing on.

"Stiles," he whispered, his voice thick as it echoed through my ears.

I was slipping into a trance-like state, just staring breathlessly into Derek's icy gaze. He lingered within an inch of my lips. I could not feel his hot breath on my cheek.

He put his hands on my shoulders and pressed me firmly against the wall. I waited anxiously for him to make a move, but he just stared at me until I couldn't take it, anymore. I tried to move out of his grip, but he grabbed me again and shoved me against the wall once more. He put his lips to my ear and growled, "I'm going to find you. I'm going to fuck you. You're going to enjoy it. Then, I'm going to fuck you, again."

"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL?"

My eyes shot open and I realized I was only dreaming. I glanced at the clock and noted that I had a few minutes before the alarm would go off. I could hear Malia screaming her head off from the hallway.

"HURRY UP! I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM! RILEY, HURRY UP!"

I sat up and ran my hands through my hair. I thought about making my bed. Peter Hale, the director of the halfway house, would threaten to burn me alive if I didn't. My eyes drifted around the room and I sighed to myself with frustration.

My name is Stiles, and I'm eighteen-years-old. Seven years ago, I lost my family in a car accident. Dad made me stay with some friends while he took Mom out on a date night. They never made it home.

I've been in and out of trouble ever since. Foster homes, traveling with runaways, falling in with the wrong crowds out of boredom and a lack of a sense of purpose. I finally got caught during a police raid and I was convicted on a minor drug offense. The judge took it easy on me and sent me to a type of halfway house that works with school counselors to essentially get kids to at least finish high school and head out on the right path. I came here two weeks, ago. I met Peter Hale, then he introduced me to his eighteen-year-old nephew, Derek.

The attraction was instant, at least for me. Derek was polite to me, but I could tell he ran with a more privileged crowd when I saw him at school the next day. I had always known I was gay, and there were some guys that were easy to spot, but with Derek, I just couldn't tell. I tended to swing both ways, and I wondered if Derek were one of those, too. He didn't have a girlfriend, but he flirted with girls in the hallway. I would've assumed he was a straight shooter, but then I caught him checking out some guys as well, and I couldn't help noticing that his friend, Liam Dunbar, seemed exceptionally attentive.

Derek's preferences didn't really matter to me. What mattered was that, since the night after I met him, I kept having dreams about him being a werewolf. I had a few wet dreams about him and it was getting ridiculous trying to explain to Peter why I washed my sheets so much. I started telling him I had a problem with night sweats just so he'd stop bitching about it.

Ever since I met Derek, I can't stop feeling like there's more to him than what meets the eye.

"RILEY! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! RILEY! OPEN THE DOOR!" Malia screamed as she pounded on the bathroom door from the hallway.

I broke out of my thoughts and stood up to get dressed. I probably should've closed the door with Malia standing right outside, but I didn't. I couldn't care less if she were staring at me. Most people did because I had some scar tissue on my upper back and shoulders where I had gone through a plate glass window during a fight with some boof troops.

"Riley, come on!" Malia's voice was starting to wear down from overuse.

I turned my head to one side and caught her staring at me from the hallway. I finished putting on some clothes and came out like I hadn't noticed she was there. I nodded at her as I went by. She shouted at me angrily, "Don't tell me you have to use the bathroom, too!"

"I'll just pee outside," I answered sarcastically, bounding down the stairs two at a time.

I glanced into the living room to the right of the bottom of the stairs and I saw Ethan and Aiden sitting on the couch watching TV. The twins were partners in a string of robberies. They happened to rob a judge, which made them both think they had somehow beaten the system by not going straight to prison. Peter took them in as his first two delinquents after he bought the place, so Ethan and Aiden felt like they had superiority in the house.

I made my way to the kitchen, where I was completely blindsided by a shot to the back of the head. I fell to my knees and Nick came around to block me from moving out of the way. His best friend and fellow pot dealer, Husky, came up and took a shot to my stomach.

I fell to one side and they both laughed at me, then they took off before anyone saw them. I cursed myself for not anticipating an attack from them sooner. They were always taking shots at me when I least expected it, and most of the time, they connected.

Justin came into the kitchen and rushed over to me when he saw me on the floor. He was a sweet kid who had taken the fall for his friends during a robbery gone bad. He was probably the most innocent offender I had ever met.

"Are you alright, Stiles?" he asked as he struggled to help me up.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I grumbled, still angry that Nick and Husky got the best of me.

"You should tell Mr. Hale what happened. He'll make sure it doesn't happen, again," Justin told me assuredly.

Justin meant well, but he wasn't smart. I said to make him feel better, "I'll tell him, later. We've got to get to school."

Nodding with satisfaction, Justin followed me outside. The high school was only a few blocks from the halfway house, which was nice since we didn't have cars, but it was also shitty because everyone knew where you were coming from. It wasn't like I really planned to hide who I was, but I'd rather tell people myself instead of walking into my first day of school with everyone staring at me.

"Hey, Stiles, could you come and get me after third hour?" Justin asked while we walked.

He was bouncing around and running in short spurts like he was on a sugar high. Justin always acted this way. I had the sneaking suspicion he had attention deficit disorder, but he hadn't been diagnosed. It would explain his lack of impulse control and his inability to sit still for more than half a second. I nodded to answer him, then I added, "Are P.J. and Mace grabbing you after third hour and putting your head in the toilet again?"

P.J. and Mace were the school bullies. Technically, Mace was the bully because he was huge and a bulldozer when he was running, but P.J. was the instigator who talked a big talk and helped Mace to impress upon the weaker students that there were no free rides for those who weren't genetically gifted in some way. P.J. and Mace answered to Barry, the model student who was loved by adults even as he bargained illegally with his fellow students on the down low.

"No...they're putting me in the dumpster, now," Justin confessed.

I let out a heavy sigh and told him, "You have to stand up to these guys, Justin. Don't just tell on them. Fight back and they'll stop picking on you all the time."

Justin frowned and replied, "I don't want to fight them. Besides, if I can keep hiding from them for six more months, I will graduate and I will not see them, again."

"You're missing the point, Justin. You might be able to get away from P.J. and Mace after graduation, but then you'll go out into the world and find other guys that are the same way, and they may not be as easy to hide from," I explained.

Justin pondered my words like he hadn't thought of that, then he said, "Well, I do not need to worry, anymore. Someone is helping me to stop them."

"Who?" I asked curiously.

"He does not want me to say," Justin replied.

"So it's a he?" I asked, and Justin sheepishly covered his mouth.

"Look, whoever it is, make sure he's trying to help you and he's not going to get you into more trouble. If he's asking you to pick fights with those guys, he's obviously not helping," I warned.

Justin nodded, then he asked, "Why won't you help me?"

"If I help you, I'll end up fighting those guys, and then I'll end up in jail.

"Oh. Right," Justin said.

We walked up to the school and parted ways. Justin headed off to his first class, while I went inside to get to my locker. I kept my head down as I passed the students, finding it easier not to linger and make friends with anyone because they always ended up asking questions about what I had done and what it was like in jail and all of that shit that I really didn't want to get into..

I stopped at my locker and Evelyn cautiously crept up on me like a lioness to a gazelle. Evie was probably worse news than I was, but she was smart enough to cover her tracks so she had never landed herself in jail. She wore leather pants and busty shirts and about three layers of makeup that made her look more like a twenty-five-year-old than a teenager, and I knew as soon as I met her on my first day that she had it bad for me. My theory was confirmed when she squeezed my crotch ten minutes into my first day and told me, "Nice package. Want me to gift wrap it for you?"

Evelyn leaned against the locker next to me and stared at me seductively. I ignored her and focused on shoving my books into my locker like I had barely registered she was there. She was hot and all, but for the most part, I wanted nothing to do with her because she was always running errands for Barry, which meant the potential for more trouble.

"What's with all the organizing? You suddenly take an interest in school, Stiles?" she taunted me.

I scoffed and replied passively, "There's nothing wrong with making room so I can actually close my locker."

She huffed at me for not paying more attention to her, then she leaned in more closely and asked in a sweet voice, "What do you want, Stiles? You want me to be cute like your little girlfriend, Lydia?"

I slammed my locker door with enough force to startle Evelyn and she took a step back. I glared at her as I stated, "Lydia is NOT my girlfriend."

Evie smiled and turned to leave. She said as she walked away, "Fine, no more talk about Lydia."

As soon as she was gone, I made my way to class. I didn't know why I was so mad. Lyida was the one who showed me around my first day and who insisted on keeping track of my well-being even though I told her it didn't matter. She was good to me, which as probably why I didn't have the heart to tell her to fuck off.

I walked into the classroom and my eyes drifted to three seats in the front corner of the room where Derek, Liam and Cameron sat. They were already deep in conversation when I entered, so my presence made them all turn to look at me like I had rudely interrupted.

Derek's blaming gaze eased up almost immediately and he cocked his head to one side like he was analyzing my expression. His dark eyes were a shade darker today, if that were even possible. I looked away from him and shrugged off the intensity of just being near him as I walked to the back of the room and took my seat. The guys went back to their conversation, but Derek kept glancing back at me from time to time, which was both irritating and kind of exciting.

Lydia popped in a few minutes, later. She was always clutching a couple of books in her arms.

"Hi, Stiles," she beamed at me.

"Hey, Lydia," I nodded at her.

I added when she came to stand by my desk, "How are you?"

"I'm fine. How are you?" she smiled.

"I'm tired and I'd like to be done with this class," I told her.

"That's too bad because it hasn't started, yet," Lydia replied.

I changed the subject and asked, "What should I expect for next hour?"

She opened the top book in her hands and pulled out some notes, then she held them out for me and explained, "There's a quiz in Spanish, but it's really easy, as long as you follow my notes."

I frowned at her and said, "Lydia, I told you, you don't have to take notes for me."

"Oh," she flushed and took them back.

I could tell she was hurt, so I reached for the notes and countered, "Let me have them. I'll check them out before class and hopefully I'll get a passing grade."

Lydia's face lit up and she handed the notes back to me. I gave them a quick glance and told her, "Thank you, I appreciate the effort."

"No problem. Hey, do you-" Lydia started.

"MOVE!" Kate Argent interrupted from behind Lydia.

She turned around and Kate gave her the death glare. Lydia moved out of the way and said, "Excuse you, Kate."

It was well known that Kate was head bitch. She was blonde, beautiful, athletic and temperamental. As far as I was concerned, she was the only thing the devil was worried about taking on when her time was up.

Kate passed by and I caught a whiff of her, which smelled like a mix of dirt and that just-had-sex scent. I muttered under my breath, "Bitch."

She was on me faster than I deemed possible. She scratched her nails against my desk and asked me through clenched teeth, "What did you say?"

I smiled mockingly and told her, "I said you're a bitch."

Lydia wrinkled her nose at me. Cameron and Liam snickered from the other side of the room and Kate glared at them, then she looked back at me and opened her mouth to retaliate. Mrs. Chan walked in and everyone instantly shut up.

"Is there a problem, Miss Argent?" Mrs. Chan said in her oddly high pitched voice as she folded her arms and pointed her chin in our direction.

Kate made a quick fake smile and replied, "No problem, Mrs. Chan."

"Then take your seat," Mrs. Chan ordered, and Kate reluctantly stepped away from me.

I glanced at Derek and he gave me a half-smile before he took his seat. I couldn't tell if it were a half-smile of approval that I stood up to Kate or if he thought I was a complete dumbass for making the remark.

I looked back down at my desk and I noticed that the wood was warped and curled where Kate had clawed it with her fingernails. Warping the wood would've taken a lot of strength and pressure, and I was pretty sure Kate couldn't pull off that kind of destruction so easily. I figured there was a logical explanation, because there was no way a girl's fingernails could have that kind of strength.

Right?

:-:

Lydia's notes were helpful for Spanish class. I did actually pass the quiz. I went to find Justin after third hour and I caught sight of him a few feet from his classroom flanked by P.J. and Mace. P.J. was obviously taunting Justin. They stopped when I came close. P.J. gave me a mock-smile and stated calmly, "Hello, Stilinski."

I hated that he talked to me like we were friends, yet his eyes told me that he thought of me as nothing more than an insect that he needed just the right moment to squash. I asked him sternly, "Are you and Mace messing with Justin, again?"

"Of course not! We were just talking as friends," P.J. explained easily.

"Oh! I've never heard that one before so I'll believe it for sure," I said sarcastically, encouraging P.J. to get angry.

Mace flexed his muscles and growled at me. I didn't even bother looking at him. P.J. told me more strictly, "This isn't your fight, Stilinski! Go on and keep yourself out of trouble, drug dealer!"

I gave him no satisfaction for his attempted stab at my character. Instead, I just made a cocky smile and replied, "I think I'll just stay right here."

P.J. suddenly shoved me and I fell back a few steps. I meant to catch myself, but I hit something as strong as the wall. When I realized I was in the middle of the hallway and nowhere near the wall, I steadied myself and whirled around to face what I had collided with.

It was Derek.

He made his analytical gaze again, like he was thinking a million things about me but he wasn't sure which one to say aloud. I took a couple of steps back, temporarily stunned, and Derek shifted his focus behind me as he said quietly, "Come here, Justin."

Justin rushed past me and stopped at attention in front of Derek with the obedience of a soldier being called by his superior. Derek said something to him in a low tone and Justin took off down the hallway without looking back. I started after Justin, but Derek put his hand out to stop me. I rushed into his palm, fully expecting to push against it, but my strength seemed like nothing compared to Derek's.

I stepped back and gave Derek a confused expression. He didn't explain but focused his intent on P.J. and Mace, telling them deliberately, "If I catch you two putting Justin in the dumpster, I'll put you both in a place where they won't find you for a long, long time."

I looked back at P.J. and Mace. They both seemed to be backing down. P.J. said quietly, "We won't, Derek. No more dumpster dives."

Derek turned to leave and I followed him just to get away from the situation. I glanced back over my shoulder at P.J. and I noticed that he had a vengeful expression on his face, but he wasn't looking at Derek.

He was focusing squarely on me.

:-:

I made sure Justin got back to the halfway house after school, then I took a long walk around town because I needed time to think.

Sometimes, I wished that I could have my old life back so I could frequent the places that felt familiar. These places were what most would consider the "shady" parts of the city, like the homeless sections or the bars owned by hard people. I was curious about their stories. I liked to know how people lived and why they did what they did. I liked trying to figure them out.

Night was coming fast and I decided to cut through the forest just outside of town to get back to the halfway house. I knew Peter would be pissed that I was getting home late. I was trying to think of a good lie to tell him when I heard distant moaning coming from somewhere in the forest and I froze.

I listened intently as the moaning continued. At first, I thought it might be an injured animal, but as I listened more closely, I could hear the moans being followed by stiff grunts, and I knew it had to be a couple having sex.

Shit.

I crept as quietly as I could through the trees. It was getting harder to see with the sun going down, but there was still enough light for me to make out who it was if I happened to find them. I went around another set of trees and I saw a clearing ahead of me. Just as I thought, there really was a couple having sex. I couldn't really make out their faces. The girl was on all fours while the guy was coming in from behind her.

Curiosity got the best of me and I quietly made my way closer to them. I noticed as I came near that the amount of force the couple were using on each other was more than a little kinky. It was downright destructive, but they both appeared to be thoroughly enjoying themselves. The guy would pound into the girl for a while, then she would buck him off of her and move away so he would go after her and grab her by the hips to pull her back to him, then he would give her some more until she bucked him off, again.

I couldn't tell why the girl kept bucking the guy off. It seemed more like they were engaging in some kind of a mating ritual rather than just having bizarre sex.

I hadn't realized I was still creeping closer until I could see the faces of the couple. I was focused on the girl first, and I finally realized that it was none other than Kate Argent. I grinned when I imagined how mad she would be that I saw her. I looked up at the guy, and my whole face fell.

Derek Hale.

His face was distorted and I didn't know why. I turned my head to one side and I realized that he had his mouth open and I could see that his canines were sharp, just like in my dream. Also like in my dream, his eyes were no longer dark, but they were the transparent blue of a predator. There was something red dripping from his mouth, and I knew it was blood even before I had time to register it.

Kate lifted her head and I could see that she also had a set of sharp teeth. Her eyes were glowing blue and she looked like a different kind of predator than Derek. There was something more sinister about her. I looked back up at Derek, and I realized he was looking right at me.

I jerked backwards and stumbled over a fallen tree limb. I dropped my backpack where it was and took off back through the trees. I ran as fast as I could, thinking that Derek was going to catch up to me at any moment, but he never did. I rushed through the door of the halfway house, getting odd looks from Ethan, Aiden and Malia as I hurried upstairs to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me.

My room was totally dark. I flipped on the switch and Derek was already standing before me, completely naked and looking at me with a stoic expression. He seemed to have materialized in my room because he didn't even look like he had broken a sweat.

I opened my mouth to cry out, but Derek was all over me before I could make a sound. He put his hand firmly over my mouth and his body was so strongly pressed against mine, I struggled to breathe between him and the door. He locked eyes with me and answered me as if he knew exactly what I was thinking, "I am a werewolf. Kate is a werewolf. She's the leader of her pack and I'm the leader of mine. I fuck her from time to time. It's important that I do it or she'll come after me and kill me to take my pack. She doesn't know that I really want to fuck you. Nobody knows that I really want to fuck you. If you tell anyone what I just said or what you saw, I will eat your tongue and I will watch you choke to death on the blood that comes out of where it used to be. Are we clear?"

I nodded quickly. Derek didn't remove his hand over my mouth, but kissed the back of his hand as if he were touching my lips, then he whispered thickly to me, "We'll talk about this, later."

"Stiles?" I heard Peter ask through the door.

I closed my eyes for a second. When I opened them once more, Derek was gone. Peter called through the door once again, "Stiles? You there?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm uh...I'm home. I just took a walk," I said, looking down to see that my hands were shaking.