Derek/Stiles

Ch. 1: Sweet Dreams

Doing homework at the Argent household had never been so unproductive. Scott was caught up in his thoughts as they rolled around on Allison's bed. He felt guilty about thinking of Stiles as her soft lips continued to kiss him, but everything that had happened lately was freaking him out. Bisexuality had never really crossed his mind in the past. He was brought up thinking boys were suppose to like girls and hadn't really thought past that. He had always been skilled at ignoring fleeting thoughts in his head whenever a particularly good looking guy came into his line of sight. But now it was entirely impossible to ignore it now that it was practically screaming to be heard in his mind.

Every time he closed his eyes, he relived those fleeting moments in the locker room. That surging impulse that had him plunging into the deep end as desire, desperation, and lust took hold. His best friend's body had been unyielding - perfectly willing to take his abuse as he slammed Stiles into the tiled wall of the showers.

She, on the other hand, was delicate. Despite how hard Allison tried to prove herself to be strong, she bruised easily.

Her hands were soft against his skin. Soft like everything else about her. He wasn't opposed to soft - in fact, regardless of everything that had happened, he still believed her to be the most beautiful girl he'd ever known.

But he'd had a taste of what could be. Something so crazy and maddening and entirely fucking hot. The thought of Stiles' lips around his cock startled Scott into an upright position. "F-fuck." He breathed shakily as Allison, who had been pushed aside, sat up slowly beside him. Her hand was on his tense shoulder as she noticed his eyes flash a brilliant gold for a split second. Shaking his head to try and get a grip on his emotions, he looked at her with an apologetic expression. He didn't want to have these thoughts. He really didn't.

"It's because of full moon, isn't it?" Allison asked warily. Her perfect lips formed a frown which caused his heart to sink. He nodded mutely, not trusting his mouth to voice his lies. But then he realized there might be some truth to his reply after all. The full moon.

He'd been so distracted with all this 'gay shit'(as he so eloquently put it) , that he hadn't even realized that the full moon was partly to blame for the fragile state of his emotions. "I can't control it." He whispered, pain laced in his words. He felt so ashamed.

"No, you can't." Allison's gentle voice said soothingly as her hand ran down his tan muscled arm. "But I can."

His eyebrows knitted together, turning to face her as he tried to understand what she meant. She smiled at him and somehow he caught wind of the plan that started forming in her head.

"You can't be serious."

Stiles was all about confronting problems head on - quite the opposite of his best friend who insisted on smothering his problems by having hot make out sessions with Allison. However, this time he didn't know how to approach this particular issue. If he went to Scott again, the young Were would probably get defensive and call it off as a fluke or temporary insanity. Stiles didn't want to think it, but since he realized Scott hadn't stopped seeing Allison, he started believing that it might just be true. Something done out of convenience. Scott wanted it, he wanted it, but the range of emotions that were felt during the initial act were purely sexual. It was almost laughable to think that he and Scott would ever make a good couple.

These thought tumbled around in his head, overwhelming him with every passing second. Then his phone beeped and lit up on his bedside table, causing him to wince in pain as his eyes tried to adjust. It was only then that he discovered that he'd been lying there for quite some time - and in all that time he was completely unaware of how dark it had become. Snatching the cellular device up, he realized he had a voicemail. From Scott.

Reluctantly pressing buttons to hear the message, he put the phone to his ear and listened to Scott begin with an apology. "Dude, okay, I know I'm like the last person you want to hear right now, but please just hear me out. I know I've been really weird since the whole locker room incident. And I'm really sorry for that. I just…I really don't know where this leaves us, but I do know that you are one of the best people in my life. I just hope we can be friends if nothing else. With Allison…I don't know. It's complicated, almost as complicated as it is with us right now, but she like…calms me down. And right now, that's what I need. She offered to stay with me tonight and keep me under control. Don't worry, I took precautions. Handcuffs and chains…all that shit. Please don't be mad that I'm with her." There was a pause as Scott sighed deeply and then, "Uh, well, there isn't much time before the full moon tonight, so I've gotta go. Bye, Stiles."

Stiles jerked up from his bed, staring out into darkness with an outraged expression before yelling out angrily, "Jesus fucking Christ, Scott! Are you a fucking moron?" None of that anger was directed to the fact that Scott had confirmed what he already suspected in that they would never be together. Springing into action, he dashed around his house, grabbing a few things before rushing out of his house and into his car. Allison was in danger. Hopefully he wasn't too late.

He went through the front door, fighting the urge to see if he would be able to kick it down like in the movies. Ultimately, he decided wasting time in a situation like this would probably be a bad thing (and Ms. McCall would probably kill him if he did)- so he used the key he had made. Sprinting up the stairs, he made it to Scott's bedroom - hearing a noise that made his stomach drop. The sound of wood splintering. Something had gone wrong.

Slamming the door open, he found Allison in the corner of the room, her crying eyes wide with fear. "Allison! Get the hell out of here!" he screamed, registering only briefly that she had listened to him. Stiles didn't have time to find Scott in the dark room before a solid wood night stand hurled into him. He hit the floor, disoriented as he groaned out a slur of swear words. Forcing himself to his feet, he swayed - finding Scott standing before him fully transformed. "Fuck, man. Just calm down. Think for a second. Just think, dude." He put his hands up in a gesture for his friend to stop, but the only response he got was an animalistic snarl before Scott lunged.

With only a split second to act, Stiles whipped out one of his dad's handguns from where it had been tucked into his jeans and fired. That didn't stop the Were's momentum and he slammed the Stilinski boy into the remains of the splintered mess of wood that had once been Scott's dresser. The searing pain caused Scott to shift back to his human form and he cried out in pain, clutching the bullet wound in his side. And then as if he'd been punched hard in the stomach, his breath was knocked out of him at the sight of Stiles lying beside him. In a much worse state than he was.

"S-Scott…what did you do?" the McCall boy heard Allison's shaky whisper from behind him. "What did you do?"

Scott stayed frozen in his place for a long moment before reaching out with trembling hands. "Stiles…" he breathed. There was so much blood, he wanted to look away or puke or just run out of the room. But it was Stiles. "Stiles." he said, gaining some of his voice back.

A longer sharp edged piece of wood was sticking out of the boy's stomach. But that wasn't the worst of it. At least there, the blood streamed less freely. It was the gash in the side of the boy's neck that had Scott gagging. Blood gushed out in an uneven flow, the dark liquid glistening on Stiles' neck and down the sides of his mouth and chin. He was still conscious, his large brown eyes wandering around the room as he began to sputter little sprays of blood as he tried to speak.

Scott pulled the boy into his arms, stuttering nonsense as he tried to comprehend his actions. He pressed an unsteady hand against Stiles' neck to stop the blood from flowing, apologizing over and over as his friend continued to try and talk.

"What the hell have you done?" a deep voice pierced through the blackness. A figure now stood at Scott's window, the moonlight at his back as the silhouetted man approached.

"Derek," Scott cried, cradling Stiles as he looked up at the Alpha's glowing red eyes. "W-what do I do? What…what do I-"

"Get the fuck away from him." Derek growled in a deadly tone. "You've done enough."

The larger Were knelt down beside Stiles who was fighting the urge to drift off. His brown eyes glistened with tears from the tremendous pain and fear he felt. Seeing Derek, Stiles tried to stop himself from seeming so weak as to break down in front of this man when faced with death. He ended up gritting his teeth which were stained red from all the blood. "So…this sucks." he managed to say, gurgling with the pool of blood set at the back of his throat.

The Were ran a thumb over the boy's cheek, brushing tears away as he managed a small half smile at Stiles' words.

Then Stiles made another attempt to speak. First unsuccessful as he only managed to spit more blood up, he finally found the words and spoke them softly. "I wa-want…you…" he clutched at Derek's jacket. "I want you…to change me."

There was a burning behind Derek's eyes at those words and it was all the consent he needed as he raised the boy's arm to his lips. "Derek wait!" Scott said in a frantic voice. Allison had her arms around his waist, comforting the teen after all that had happened. "He could die."

"You seriously think we have an alternative right now, Scott? He's going to die anyway." Derek answered without looking up. He didn't plan to waste much breath trying to convince the other Were. He'd been the one to make this happen after all.

Stiles, who was desperately clinging onto consciousness, felt Derek's teeth sink into his flesh. The pain intensified within him, but the Alpha looked down at him with calm eyes. His body was on fire. It was so intense, he found himself surrendering to a much sought after slumber.

It was only just before slipping into unconsciousness, that he caught Derek's low rumbling words in his ear.

"Sweet dreams, Stiles."

A/n: So things are starting off pretty intense. I hope you all liked this chapter. Thank you to everyone who reviewed my last chapter. You all have no idea how much it means to me! If you guys could take the time to review this chapter to appease the gods, that'd be awesome! I'm not a review whore, I just want to know if you guys like what I'm writing.

I was listening to Marilyn Manson's version of 'Sweet Dreams' for this chapter. It got me in the mood, so yeah. But the beginning Scott and Allison scene was inspired by the song 'Girl' by Beck. Also, (lol, I don't even know if you guys read author notes) I haven't edited this chapter or the last one. I don't think I ever will. So I apologize for the errors. I do not wish to cause angry grammar Nazis to attack me, but I'm just really lazy tonight. The next chapter will be posted soon. Stay tuned.