Chapter 2 – REV 22:20

Disclaimers: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, nor do I receive any monetary recompense for my writing. I just write for enjoyment. Rated M for a reason. Special thanks goes out to my beta SweetEnigma!

A/N: I'm currently working on 'revising' the chapters, as I'm happy with the storyline but not so much impressed with my dialogue-writing. Bear with me. Chapter 2 has been updated.

The boys slept through most of the sixty-or-so hour drive, allowing Derek to press on without much distraction. They passed through a vast array of landscapes, but eventually they reached their destination in the small town of Pugwash, Nova Scotia. Stiles was at first taken aback by how the ocean water crept up to meet the road, then by the little fishing boats floating around, and by the seemingly small number of people congregating in the area. 'This definitely doesn't compare to the ocean back home…' Stiles thought.

They pulled into a little diner for some lunch before driving onward, suddenly veering off the main road and tunneling deeper into the woods along the shoreline. They turned again and again, down smaller and smaller roads, to the point at which Stiles started to fear for the safety of the car's beautiful jet black paint job. He was growing restless and anxious to get out of the car. They passed a few cottages sparsely scattered here and there, but Stiles guessed seclusion would be key in Derek's pursuit of properly training Scott. If people saw two werewolves gallivanting around the countryside they wouldn't exactly be thrilled. He tried his best to allow himself to relax as they turned down yet another small dirt road, which seemed to go on for ages.

The car eventually pulled into a long driveway and stopped abruptly. They got out of the car and it was very… silent. Stiles had never before felt so in touch with nature; with his surroundings. All they could hear was the breeze rustling the trees, the birds and squirrels chattering, and the distant sound of water lapping the shore. 'This is definitely nothing like the huge waves back home in Cali, they're more like mini waves, tickling the shore and falling back into the depths' Stiles thought. 'God, what am I, turning into a poet or some crap? Seriously, though. The air here is really refreshing.'

- O -

Scott's breath was held tight in his chest, for he dare not make a sound to ruin this incredible serenity. He heard Derek wandering off to the right and followed, an alarmingly-silent Stiles in tow. He stood at the top of a small cliff, looking out across the dark water, feeling the breeze caress his face and wisp through his hair, and seeing the seabirds roosting in the trees; waiting for the tide to turn so they could lay claim to the sands in search of food. He was suddenly glad the other wolf had chosen to drag them this far if it meant being able to experience a place so distinct.

- O -

Derek made his way down a rickety staircase to the rocky beach, with dark brown sand and colorful stones that had been worn smooth by the tides. He picked up a rock and skipped it across the top of the water before taking a seat on the shore in the warm sands. 'I missed this place.' It had been so many years… he had memories here. He wanted to create new ones, he wanted to share the beauty of this place with people he cared about. 'People I care about…' he glanced back at the two boys that were eagerly taking in their surroundings, and smiled warmly to himself, taking care not to be seen.

Stiles was inevitably the one to break the silence, turning about and framing the water and the rocks with his thumbs and pointer fingers. "Well! Derek, when you said it was nice here I didn't exactly gather this mental image! This place is like a little chunk of paradise."

Derek replied, "This place is sacred to me." He looked out across the water like he could see something the others could not. "Something has changed in the air, though. It's subtle, but I intend to find out what it is."

- O -

Stiles was beginning to take on a whole new appreciation for Derek. Maybe there was more to him than his cold, 'bad-boy' exterior and seeming lack of emotion (other than anger). If he was drawn to such a place… 'Wait, doesn't he have memories here… from when his parents were still alive?' Stiles felt a twinge of sadness at that thought, and Derek seemed to sense it, for he looked back at him, gazing into his eyes for a moment before getting up slowly and turning back toward the stairs.

"Let's go back up and check out the cottage!"

Stiles turned to look at Scott, who was still staring out across the water, no doubt wishing Allison was here to witness this.

The outside of the cottage was quaint, almost like a painting. The entry was around the 'back', with sliding doors that looked on to the water below. The inside made the outside seem like some sort of optical illusion, it was so lofty. There was one large space with high ceilings, containing a large living-room setting on the left, and a bar-enclosed kitchenette on the right. Through a little hall behind the kitchen was the door to the tiny bathroom (complete with shower, sink and toilet). 'Ouuu… luxury in the woods!' Down the other hall on the living-room side were two small bedrooms. Stiles noted the living room on the left sported a decent sized tv and a few movies and books lining the wooden shelves. There were oceanic decorations scattered about, including shells, stones, wooden-sail boats, and netting, among other things. Above the bedrooms was a small loft with a cutesy little ladder leading up to it. 'Cozy, I wonder what's up –'

Before Stiles could even finish his thought, Derek scaled the wall, ignoring the ladder almost altogether, and called down to them, "Keaton and Anna were by last weekend so the sheets are fresh. It was nice of them to let us stay here… We should leave a little thank you note by the phone when we are through. By the way, this bunk is mine!"

- O -

Derek observed as Stiles enthusiastically ran into the left-hand bedroom and then back out into the right, before turning and flying back into the first room and shouting "This bed is the most comfortable! Dibs!"

'What is he, ten? The kid seems to be in really high spirits,' Derek noticed. 'Things are on the right track.' He made his way down to the kitchen to make preparations for the coming evening.

"So, I thought for our first night here we would relax, watch a movie and have a few drinks," said Derek, creeping up on him. Stiles also appeared from nowhere, bombarding Derek with silly questions.

"What's this? Derek is suggesting something fun? What is this world coming to!?" Stiles smirked and ducked away when Derek playfully swung an arm in his direction.

- O -

Scott was lost in thought, wondering how Allison was and thinking about how shitty it was that he would have to sleep alone, 'even though she always takes up ¾ of the bed.' He would deal with it, at least he had one bar on his cell so he could text her a little bit, or give her a call so he could hear her sweet voice… 'Wow, I really am head-over-heels. I know Allison doesn't really approve of me drinking, but I'm just out with the guys in a cottage in the middle of frickin' nowhere, what could possibly happen? This is summer vacation! She'll forgive me… besides, she'll be so happy to see me that she will probably forget all about it by then...'

Soon afterward, they found themselves sitting around a campfire on the beach, slowly nursing beers and roasting weenies, talking about their lives. Stiles got a little brazen with his questions.

"Derek, it's really horrible that you lost your entire family the way you did… Now that Peter is out of the picture and you're alpha, what do you think you want to do with your life from this point? I mean, what do you want to accomplish?"

Derek seemed perplexed. "Umm... I guess that's a good question. I have enough money to get by without working, but I might brush up on a few trades just so that I can be useful. The Hale house is far too damaged to repair, but I'm familiar with the location, so I might like to rebuild there on the same grounds. I'd like to someday have a family and protect that family, but it's hard…" The boys noticed his optimistic expression rapidly change to one of sorrow. "It's hard, knowing that what happened was partially my fault, so I'm not sure if I could take on that responsibility quite yet... I think I'd rather focus on building my pack for now. Yeah, the pack will be my family and I will take care of them. Children are smelly and obnoxious, anyhow."

"Well golly-gee!" Stiles taunted, obviously trying to lighten the mood, "I thought you might be talking about yourself there at the end." Scott and Derek chuckled.

"You know he can rip you to shreds at any given moment, right Stiles?" Scott asked.

"Yeah but I'm way too adorable to kill!" Stiles innocently blinked his huge brown eyes at Derek, making him laugh aloud again.

"I think it's time we head inside, boys. Being eaten alive by mosquitoes was not exactly what I had in mind for tonight." Derek joked, as he stood up and lumbered off to fetch some water to extinguish the fire.

Once inside, they situated themselves around the bar in the kitchen, daring each other to take shots of what seemed to be the strongest whiskey on the face of the planet.

"Holy smokes," Scott wheezed after doing a double-shot, "Is there something in this? I feel light-headed already! I thought it took a lot of alcohol to get werewolves drunk."

"It takes a fair amount," Derek replied, "but you can't hold your liquor, wolf or no."

Stiles laughed at that, taunting Scott before excusing himself to the washroom, the alcohol finally taking effect on his bladder.

Scott took a few seconds to collect his thoughts before asking Derek, "So, why is it that you wanted to bring Stiles along? I mean, usually you find him super irritating."

Derek looked up from getting some snacks ready, "Well, he is pretty irritating ninety percent of the time, but he's also mildly entertaining… and easy on the eyes…" That last part was muttered very quietly, but Scott heard it anyhow, eyes widening comically as Derek continued, "I'm just joking, settle down. I thought having someone familiar on-board would be helpful for your training, and he needed the distraction. You saw how obsessed he was over Lydia's 'accident'. She'll recover better without him there pissing Jackson off and creeping her out. Besides, I think we all need a break after what happened."

'I guess that makes lots of sense,' Scott thought to himself, dismissing any other questions that arose due to the alcohol in his system. 'I really wish Allison were here, seeing Derek acting almost 'human' would perhaps change her mind about him.'

- O -

Stiles returned from the washroom, slurring his words. "Guys! Guyyysss, I vote we go sit and watch some of those movies now!"

"Ah, alright," Derek said, "let's head into the living room and I'll jam something in."

Scott followed, plopping down at the opposite end of the couch, since Stiles was lounging back in one corner with his legs sprawled open. "God Stiles, close your legs, you're such a whore."

"Ummm who am I trying to impress? Certainly not you." Stiles beamed at his friend, wiggling his butt further back into the depths of the couch, "besides… I'M. COMFY." He exclaimed defiantly.

Derek spoke up, "I thought about putting on a cheesy werewolf flick but they don't have any here. I brought this one along..." He held up the case to reveal the title was Death Proof, and Scott fist-pumped the air.

"Yes! I haven't seen that one in a while! The car is great, and the girls in the movie aren't too hard on the eyes." He winked at Derek, who gaped back at him.

Stiles had no idea what was going on, all he knew was that he felt amazing. "Guys, I think there was seriously something in those shots because I feel absolurydiculous right now." He rambled as he sank farther back into the couch, unaware that was even possible. He looked around and caught Derek staring at him hungrily. 'What the hell, man, I'm not into guys,' he thought. 'Although; Derek is crazy handsome, and that car…' He looked away, trying not to acknowledge the man further as he slid into the chair nestled beside the couch. Derek sat the whisky bottle on the coffee table and bumped his knee against Stiles' as he sat down. He didn't make any effort to move it away, however.

A good twenty minutes into the movie Derek took another huge swig of the whiskey, tossing his head back dramatically. Stiles, wanting to look like the super-badass he knew himself to be, decided to do the same, but he choked on it as it was going down and had a mini coughing fit that made the other two boys laugh heartily.

"I bet that burned!" Scott guffawed, and Stiles playfully reached over and smoked him in the arm. Scott soon followed suit with another drink.

- O -

Derek smiled to himself as he watched the normally-hyperactive boy sprawled out next to him, 'things are progressing as planned.' Stiles must have felt the man staring at him, because he flicked his gaze in Derek's direction. His eyes were glazed and lustful; he was no doubt aroused by the babes in the movie and feeling the effects of all the alcohol he'd consumed. Derek half-stood suddenly, looking down at Stiles, before placing his knee gently between the boy's thighs on the couch. He glanced over in Scott's direction but the other wolf seemed to be passed out.

"Derek, what are you…?!" Stiles' words were cut off by the unexpected kiss. It was searing and deep and intoxicating (as if he weren't drunk enough already), and he quickly reciprocated. Derek took this as a green light and pressed in closer, running his hands up over Stiles' shoulders, clutching the back of his head with one hand to deepen the kiss. He slid a hand down Stiles' lightly muscled chest and stomach, and gave his package a little grab. 'Impressive…' Stiles was incredibly hard, but Derek was even harder, and when he pivoted his hips forward and rubbed against Stiles' erection the boy gasped with pleasure.

"F-fuck Derek…" Derek worked his hips, breaking this kiss to glance over at Scott who was now wide awake, mouth literally hanging open in shock. It wasn't long before Derek was attacking Stiles' mouth again; the boy's groans serving as extra encouragement.

- O -

'What in the hell is this all about?' Scott thought. He would have given anything to be able to join in, since the atmosphere in the room was purely sex and the alcohol was making him feel things he shouldn't be, however he thought of Allison and stopped himself from getting up. 'I can't join them, that would be cheating, and I can't lie to her, that just wouldn't be right. Wait a second, what in the actual fuck? Why am I even…?!' He tried to piece everything together in his drunk mind and decided to stay put, but soon found himself stroking his hard cock through his jeans, watching the scene unfolding before him. 'I can't even believe I'm doing this.'

- O -

Derek seemed to sense the movement and turned, growling at the sight of Scott pleasuring himself. He looked back to find Stiles' head was now tilted back, his lips parted and his chest heaving as Derek was still pressing against him roughly. He started mouthing at Stiles' exposed neck, making the boy arch his hips upward and moan loudly. Just as he reached down to unbutton the other's jeans he finally heard a shout of protest.

"Derek I'm not gay, I'm not losing my virginity to you!" Stiles exclaimed, although he didn't make any sort of effort to deter the man's hands as they worked away at his clothing.

Derek replied quickly in a very heated tone, "As much as I would love to rip you apart, I won't…"

"Okay…"

He finally slid Stiles' jeans down and pulled off his own shirt before helping the boy remove his. Stiles just sat there and gaped at the musculature before him, gingerly running a hand down Derek's stomach, making the wolf groan with desire. Derek stared into his eyes for a moment before pushing himself up off of the couch, situating himself on the floor between the boy's legs and tearing off the remaining fabric before swallowing him whole. Stiles emitted a high pitched whine, throwing his head back against the couch and grabbing ahold of Derek's hair.

"Oh shit. Oh shitohshitohshiii—ahhhhfuck. Yes, god yes… oh god, oh fuck that feels good." Stiles was spewing a string of curse words, bravely pushing the man's head down his shaft harder and faster. Derek moaned around Stiles, making him shudder, and Stiles could feel himself getting close to climax. "I've never, nobody's ever, oh-god-I-"

- O -

Scott was still sitting at the opposite end of the couch. He didn't mean to be so turned on by this, it should have been absolutely mortifying, but he was wound up hardcore. Derek was over there swallowing Stiles like a freaking porn star, and his best friend was naked in front of him but he was seeing him in a whole different light at the moment. 'Damn, I feel good.' He unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans, his hard dick slapping against his stomach when it was finally released. He started jacking himself off and Derek, hearing the sound, turned and grinned deviously at him.

- O -

"Don't stop! Fuck!" He regained the man's attention. Stiles was having the best sexual experience of his life… with Derek Hale of all people! He quivered beneath the stronger man, wanting more but too afraid to ask. Just then, as if Derek read his mind, his hands were everywhere, roughly grasping his hips tightly, digging his claws in just a bit. Stiles jerked them up in response, causing his cock to hit the back of Derek's throat. Derek gagged a bit but regained his composure quickly; moaning around him again, and the sight and sound of it sent Stiles over the edge. Derek hungrily inhaled every drop before rising to kiss Stiles. He could taste his own fluid in his mouth which would have made him sick any other time, but he was too lost in the pleasure to give a fuck.

Derek was a million degrees and his breathing was ragged. He looked into Stiles' eyes with a frightening desire before quickly dragging his pants down his legs, still kneeling on the floor. He took his monstrous, aching cock in his hand and started tugging at it furiously, but Stiles batted his hands away. He motioned for Derek to join him back on the couch, taking the wolf for himself.

- O -

Derek straddled the younger boy, knees aching but his body was craving more. He put one hand on the back of the couch to steady himself as he started kissing Stiles again, before moving on to ravish his neck. He was gasping for breath; it was taking all of his self control to not wolf-out and sink his teeth into the boy's shoulder. He was unaccustomed to someone else's hands being on him, and soon found himself getting close to the edge. Upon hearing Stiles hiss into his ear "God, you're so fucking hard right now..." he came undone, shooting hot jets onto Stiles' stomach and throwing his head back with a loud, primal howl.

He glanced over at Scott a moment later, who was sitting at the other end of the couch, looking much like Stiles with his painted white abdominals. Scott had passed his first test, for Derek had laced the whiskey…

"Mmmh, I'm sotired." Stiles mumbled beneath him, head lolling back. "Come to bed with me, I don't wann be by myself." Realizing what a state the boy was in, Derek felt a giant pang of guilt. 'Did I take this 'training' too far? He clearly enjoyed what was happening… oh shit, what have I done…?' Derek was pretty drunk himself, but he was in control of the situation. He knew what he'd been doing. He gently picked Stiles up and carried him toward his previously chosen bedroom.

"Scott, go get cleaned up and get your ass to bed, we've got training to do in the morning." He barked, and heard the other wolf stumbling groggily off toward the bathroom as he placed Stiles in bed. He turned to go get a washcloth from the kitchen, but was halted momentarily by a hand on his arm.

"Stay," the voice pleaded.

"I'll be right back, I'm just going to grab something to get you cleaned up, okay?" Derek was close to tears now, the shame hitting him like a bag of bricks.

"Don't believe you-you doncare bout me…"

Derek leaned down and kissed Stiles on the forehead, using the momentary distraction to break free of his grasp. "I… I'll be right back." And he was… but the boy had fallen asleep in the mere minutes he was gone. He curled up in bed next to Stiles, but crept out before morning.

Song credit: Puscifer - REV 22:20

"The pressure is building, at the base of my spine – if I gotta sin to see her again then I'm gonna lie-lie-lie…"