"Stiles." The voice growled into his ear, the owner of the voice's weight heavy on his back. Stiles had to turn his head to the side to escape being smothered by his pillow. The body was hot against his skin, and he pleaded every deity to see the face of the man above him. He didn't even know how the man got into his bedroom. The doors were locked as well as the window; he must be some kind of ghost.
"Please," Stiles begged, "Who are you?" the man just chuckled in response, moving his lips to the base of Stiles neck. He pressed a gentle kiss, before drawing back his lips and sinking his teeth into the flesh. Stiles let out a loud moan, as pleasure cursed throughout his veins.
"Shut up," the voice growled, "unless you want to wake your father." Stiles shook his head, and bit his lip to stop more moans from slipping through. The man behind him licked at the mark on his neck.
"You're mine now." He hissed into Stiles ear, "Mine for life." Stiles shivered, the voice finally matching up with a face he knew too well.
"Derek" Stiles gasped, his cheeks flushing a deep red. Derek let out a low moan, before flipping Stiles over.
"Stiles," Derek whispered against his lips. Their lips finally meeting, in a passionate kiss that left both of them panting for breath.
"Stiles," Derek repeated, "Stiles." He kept sighing his name over and over, while trailing his kisses further down his body. The tone however was changing, it was becoming harsher.
"Stiles!" Derek shouted, and Stiles found himself tumbling out of bed, and hitting the floor hard. It was a dream. Stiles let out a sigh of relief, just a dream. He shook his head, as the last parts of the dream floated away, leaving him half hard and half awake.
"Stiles!" Derek barked from where he was perched on his window sill. Stiles jerked back, trying to cover himself up the best he could.
"Derek? What the hell are you doing here?" Stiles questioned frantically, trying to figure out how much the wolf had seen, or worse heard. Derek just rolled his eyes, and showed Stiles the leather bound book in his hands. He dropped the book onto Stiles desk.
"Oh right," Stiles chuckled uneasily, "The book. You told me you were going to drop it off, but I must have fallen asleep." Derek just shot him a 'no duh' look before climbing out the window.
"And Stiles," Derek began, making sure he had Stiles attention, "Next time you want to have a wet dream, dream about someone else."
"Will do," Stiles replied, giving him a mock salute as the werewolf leaped onto the ground and took off into the night. Only then could Stiles let out a sigh of relief.
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