Two and a half weeks had flown by and nothing really happened to Stiles. Well, nothing per say out of the blue. He was still just as clumsy and awkward as before. Maybe he was hungrier since then... But hey, he was a growing teen aged boy.
Honestly, Stiles had almost forgotten about the incident. However, he does remember how the conversation went when they were over at Derek's and Scott told them why Stiles hadn't been around for the last few days-
"What?" Isaac was the first to speak. His mouth was curved into a smile and he was obviously suppressing a laugh- Of coarse he was. He would find this situation funny.
"Who is it?" Lydia asked with curiosity in her voice and a grin plastered on her face. She was bordering on excitement. This was one of the few times she ever really paid attention to him and it was because of this incident? Great. Just great.
"Maybe its an Alpha from a rival pact?" Allison asked with just as much interest. Stiles really hoped it wasn't from a rival pact. But at the same time he didn't want it to be someone from his pact. Oh god, if it was Scott who maybe unknowingly bit him? That would get extremely awkward really fast. Maybe it would be better if it was some one he didn't know. Heck, it could be a girl. Couldn't it?
Stiles could hope.
"Doubt it. No Alpha would look for a mate from Stiles. It was probably an Omega who bit him." This time Isaac bluntly laughed. Stiles rolled his eyes as he looked at Derek. Derek had remained quite the entire time Scott and Stiles were explaining the situation. Stiles eyes weren't even on Derek's for a second before Derek leaned away from the door frame and walked out of the room. Had he been looking at him the entire time? Ha, no chance.
"I bet it is an Alpha. And probably a hot one." Lydia interjected smiling at Stiles. Her rose colored lips sparkled in the dim lit room. He couldn't help but smile back.
After that, Stiles just went back to his regular life.
And his life went on normally. There were some very minor things that resembled what Deaton had said but nothing extreme. The only thing was he had the feeling that he was missing something almost 24/7. Or that he was without something. But he could never place what that something was. Rather it be a textbook that he forgot to bring or even looking for Scott- Stiles never felt content. There were only every few times when the feeling disappeared. When he was in the presence of his pack- Scott, Isaac, Derek, Lydia and Allison.
It was only until recently that Stiles had decided to call them his pack. And only because it felt... Natural? No, that wan't the right word... Essential? Familiar? Instinctive? What ever the word, it felt right.
He tried to forget about the biting thing, he really did... Everything was going great too.
Until Thursday...
Stiles wondered through school halls and found himself walking in two minuets late to English. The teacher gave him an angry look but Stiles had somehow managed to avoid detention- for now. He sat down behind Scott and opened his book.
He looked blankly at the pages letting his mind wonder. He looked up from his textbook and around the room. He heard footsteps. They were clear as day.
His head spun around the room in search of where they were coming from. A sudden roar of a car engine had him panicked. His eyes scanned the window for the source of noise.
All of his other classmates were looking at the teacher and listening to a very boring lecture that Stiles couldn't even hear because of that extremely loud car. The engine revved up again and Stiles winced at how load it was. It sounded like his head was directly under the car hood. His pulse had nearly skyrocketed and Scott turned around.
"Stiles, man? You okay?" He asked in a whisper.
"You don't hear that?" He asked just as the sound of tiers shredding on pavement caused him to shut his eyes.
"Hear what?" Scott asked, his head perking up trying to pick up any noises.
"That!"Stiles hissed through his teeth. His hands were visibly shaking as he panicked. How could Scott NOT hear that? It sounded almost exactly like Derek's Camaro.
"McCall. Stilinski. Pay attention." The teacher spat out not even bothering to turn around. Scott's eyes looked apologetic before he turned back into his seat. The noise stopped. He attempted to focus his attention back to the teacher as if he didn't just temporarily lose his sanity.
He really did tried to pay attention. But something was wrong with him right now.
His breathing had steadily been increasing. His pulse seemed to have not calmed down. His heart was still racing. The temperature of the room increasing dramatically. He could feel the sweat building at his temples and forehead. The room must have been a hundred degrees. He couldn't seam to sit still. His knee was bouncing nervously as he rested his hand on it to try and stop him from shaking. To stop his hands from shaking too.
Something was seriously wrong. He raised his hand. The teacher's sentience stopped midway. "Stilinski. This is the first time you have ever raised your hand willingly."
"Uh.. Yah, T... Can I-I go to the b-bathroom?" He stuttered trying to form words. His mind wasn't able to keep up with his body. The teacher sighed and allowed him to leave. Scott's nostrils flared and he was about to ask something but Stiles was gone. He was now in full sprints to the locker room.
Stiles mind raced. What was wrong? Was this the flue? Were these even symptoms of the flue? He raced into the locker room discarding his closes as he immediately jumped into the shower. The normally freezing water did nothing on his burning hot skin. It felt that every cell in his body was boiling. He couldn't tell if the water on his skin was from sweat or the shower. He tried to wrap his mind around what was happening but couldn't even think. The heat was surrounding his consciousness and ability to form coherent thoughts.
He closed his eyes as he rubbed the water around his arms and body trying anything to help him cool off. It did absolutely nothing except ease the tension building in his aching muscles. He realized something extremely important that he didn't notice in class.
He. Was. Hard.
Not half-hard but fully erect. Like- Mt. Everest of erects. He rested his head on the tiles and stared down in disbelief. Was this all because of his hormones? But this has never happened before? And not at school of all places!
God, the look Scott had given him before he left too. He knows, of coarse his werewolf ass knows. He can probably smell what he is doing from here. The though of his best friend listening to the noises he was making... Nope. Let's not think about that.
Let's defiantly not think about that...
Stiles did the only thing he could do with a fully erect, aching cock. He wrapped his thin fingers around it and started pumping. He watched as the tip appeared and disappeared in his foreskin. Precum started to leak from the tip and his movements sped up. His grip tightened at the base and would loosen when he reached the tip. He tried to keep this pattern going but he just felt like he was getting hotter and hotter.
A rather loud moan emitted from his mouth without his consent. He felt his body become heavy as he relaxed his back against the tiles. His entire body grew hotter- if even possible at this point- and his mind was completely clouded with lust. He never though masturbation felt this good. Yeah, it felt pretty fucking amazing but something about this time was completely different. He wasn't thinking about anything specific but his mind subconsciously wandered back to what Deaton had said-
"He will go threw three stages. First, it will be a longing type of feeling. Like you're constantly without something. The next stage will add on to that. Your hormones will increase and will experience a heat of sorts."
Well, the first one had been happening without him thinking much of it and now the second one had arrived.
He lifted his free hand to the place where he was bitten weeks ago. The same shiver raced through his nerves and strait to his cock.
"Fuck..." He whispered out as the pleasure increased. He pressed harder into the bit mark and increased his pace. The pressure sent bolts of painful pleasure through him. This was one of the most intense feelings he had ever experienced. He wanted more... Needed more.
He applied a lot of pressure into the mark causing him to cry out. He reluctantly let go of his neck and lowered his hand. He tentatively pressed his index finger to his rim. His body was already beyond accepting and eagerly opened up. He slid the finger in while putting his thumb over his slit with his other hand. He started thrusting his index finger in and out little by little. He was close.
Very close. This was his first time every using his fingers and it felt- different. Not a bad different, just different.
He started to lose control over his own hands as he lost a rhythm. His moves became extremely erratic and needy. His whole body convulsed sucking his finger in as he had one of the most intense orgasms he had ever had. He came all over his hands as his body finally cooled down. His breathing even out as the water fell down upon his. He watched as his cum went down the drain.
His lust fogged mind started to clear as reality came crashing back upon him. He had just jerked off. At school. Not only that, but he had put a finger in himself. In his own body. The only person he had ever thought about having sex with was Lydia and he most certainly did NOT have to enter a finger in himself. It was just a spur of the moment one time deal. It's not like it had felt very pleasurable. Right?
Stiles refused to dwell upon it any longer. In fact, he would just forget about it. He stood up on shacking legs and stepped out of the shower. He was dripping wet as he sped walked to find a towel that someone may have left. He luckily found one laying on the bench. He walked over and dried himself off before stepping back into his clothes.
He walked back to class feeling somewhat better but still feeling that something was missing.
"What the hell?" Scott asked first thing they were out of class heading to lunch. Stiles didn't reply. This was probably one of the very few times in his life where he was at a loss of words. Allison greeted Scott with a warm kiss and he gave Stiles one last questioning glance before heading into the cafeteria. Stiles stopped by his locker and rested his head against it.
He honestly didn't know what to do. Half of him wanted to tell Scott what happened. Though, he probably already knows. If he asked again, Stiles would just accept it and tell him. Stiles opened his locker and felt a rough hand pull at his shoulder. Just to Stiles surprise, Lydia stood before him.
"What's up with you, Stiles." She asked. He was almost afraid of the aura she was giving off right now. She was extremely confident and stunning, normally he would be totally into that but he just couldn't seem to get it up at the moment.
"Come again?" He asked as she rolled her eyes, expecting him to say that.
"You know what I'm talking about. I saw you just run out of English looking like you're about to pass out from a heat stroke when it's not even hot out! Plus, you seem to be off. Different. Have been ever since that incident." She didn't have to specify about what incident. He knew exactly what she was talking about. "You seem like you're not here half the time. Sometimes when I glance at you, you will be in you're own world of thoughts. It used to be that when I looked at you, you were practically drooling over what outfit I was wearing. I know when something wrong and something is wrong."
He hadn't even noticed what she was talking about. He had thought that for the past few weeks everything had been fine. So what if he didn't pay as much attention to Lydia, not everything was always about her-
That's it.
"Lydia, what were you drawing a while ago. It was a star shaped thing?" He asked opening back up his locker scanning through his books.
"This?" She asked handing him her notebook. He took it and flipped through the pages until he came across the design he was looking for. It was a star pattern that had its normal strait edges turned into a more circular shape. There were lines running through it that also formed a star in itself. He handed the notebook back to her and grabbed an image from the book Deaton had. It was the weird picture of the woman in the werewolf's arms, the female being fully naked and with blood dripping down her neck... That one. The star symbol that was on her stomach was exactly the same as Lydia's doodles.
"This is what you have been drawing." He showed her. Her eyes when back in forth between her drawing and the actual picture in disbelief.
"Where did you find this?" She asked returning the page to him.
"I had Dr. Deaton scan the text about the bite and the picture was just included. It has to do with the, uh.. Situation I'm in." He was avoiding her eye contact now but that didn't stop her form talking.
"So, you're telling me that I have been drawing some weird mating ritual? Why?" She asked with that same tone in her voice that tells Stiles she is intrigued. She usually gets like this while figuring something major out but Stiles just couldn't help but laugh. "What's so funny, Stiles?"
"I-I.. Nothing." He took a minuet to compose himself before answering her question. "I don't know why you are drawing this but I do know it has something to do with me. Now come on, lets head to lunch." Stile smiled and followed her down the halls to the cafeteria.
Stiles sad down at his normal spot across from Scott. He had a simple sandwich in front of him but he didn't seem hungry anymore. He had only taken a bite but nausea began to overwhelm him. Allison noticed the paleness that started to show on Stiles face.
"Everything okay, Stiles? You don't look so good." She asked as everyone's eyes turned to him.
"Stiles are you going to tell me what happened in English?" Scott asked at one of the worst possible moments. Scott seemed to notice this as he looked around the table as everyone else's conversation seemed so less important.
"Nothing happened. I just don't feel to well." He spoke into his tray. It would be best to avoid all eye contact with everyone. He didn't need to see the glances they were probably giving him.
"If somethings wrong, you should talk to Derek. He could help you." Scott told him and Stiles didn't see anything wrong with it. Derek was an Alpha who most likely did know if something could be wrong with Stiles.
"Yah, maybe I should get his opining on everything. Who knows what he is thinking." Stiles replied. He ended up not eating the rest of his sandwich as he took off down the halls debating if he should show up to Derek's apartment uninvited or get his number from Scott.
Showing up uninvited sounded like the best idea. He didn't pay much attention the rest of the school day and drove straight to Derek's house.
When he got there he debated going in.
He wouldn't say he was best friends with Derek. More of somewhat friends or very good acquaintances. He honestly didn't know why he was reluctant to go inside. It wasn't like he hasn't been alone with Derek before. He had many times to discuss werewolf things. Just none of those things were about him. They were always about Scott, Lydia, even Jackson... But never really him.
And deep deep deep deep down inside, Derek was probably- maybe- a good person. He just needed someone to get to know him better. He needed a friend. And Stiles could be that friend.
That was a good enough pep talk to get him all the way to the front door. Now he needed something to help him a little further...
Derek was a good guy who need someone in his life to understand him. He had lost almost all of his family in the fire and every since then hasn't opened himself up. He needed someone where he was able to do that with. Stiles could do that for him-
The front door swung open nearly giving Stiles a heart attach. Derek was standing in front of him resting his hand on the door frame. Stiles should have sucked it up and gotten his number from Scott because clearly Derek wasn't expecting any company.
Stiles figured that out by the fact that Derek was almost fully naked and dripping wet in front of him. An oddly familiar smell washed upon him as he took in the image of Derek's stunning figure near the threshold.
Derek was dripping wet holding a town in front of the only part Stiles was curious about. The water droplets over Derek's smooth skin made Stiles mouth water. The towel wasn't even securely tied around his waist- it was only hanging in his left hand while his right one help open the door. His entire body looked like something out of the porn magazines Stiles occasionally-okay weekly-checked out. His body was perfectly sculpted, something even Michael Angelo couldn't pull off.
The moment didn't last as long as Stiles would have before Derek let out an awkward cough. His eyes snapped up to meet Derek's. He couldn't read Derek's face but knew he was most likely mad. That was always Stiles go to answer about Derek's expression. Is that a look of happiness? No, he's probably mad.
"Get in." Derek left the door open as he turned around.
He fucking turned around without the towel to cover up his back side. Stiles thought his abs were a godsend but his ass and back? There was nothing he had seen that could ever compare to this man's body. His muscles shifted as he walked showing just how fit he is. His triskelion tattoo made him look slightly taner but that added to his sexiness. The tattoo was in perfect alignment with his spine and matched his dark hair. He perfect ass complemented his toned back. He kept walking back to his room but tilted his head back just in time to see Stiles turn away and look out the window like he wasn't just staring.
Derek smirked as he walked back into his bedroom. Stiles went over and sat down on the couch. The entire apartment smelt different than the last time he was here. Last time it smelt like aftershave, new apartment smell, and the smells of Stiles, Scott, Isaac, and Allison all mixed. But now that her was here, it almost smelt like a forest. Which was very weird considering Derek didn't like near the forest. On a random note- Derek really needed to get a TV.
There were times when he really trusted Derek, kinda like now. But then Derek would do somethings that made him not trust him so much- like sleeping with Ms. Blake. Doing something like that really tells Stiles that Derek has a horrible choice of relationships. And the fact that he can not read people as well as he would like to think. Heck, he couldn't read Kate Argent and she kill most of his family in the fire.
Derek walked in and leaned against the wall across from Stiles. Stiles frowned a little at the fact that Derek was fully clothed. He was wearing a tight shirt but now that Stiles had seen what was under that shirt- the shirt didn't do any justice. "Why are you here?" Derek asked putting a very stern look on his face. He looked like he didn't wan't to see Stiles. Which, Stiles could understand. He just interrupted a mans shower. But the look Derek was giving him- it was like it pained him to even be near Stiles.
"Wow, Derek, you have a way with words. Really know how to make a man feel special." He reached down into his jean pocket as he stood up. He handed Derek the folded sheet of paper. "Deaton gave me this. It shows what will- uh, I guess eventually happen to me. Minus the fact that it's a picture a girl. Lately, Lydia has been drawing that star thing over everything. We thought it would be best to ask you. We haven't really heard what you had to say about any of this so I came over to ask, I guess."
"We?" Derek asked as he kept studying the picture.
"Yeah 'We'. You're Pack." Stiles asked as Derek eyes snapped up to meet his. The outer rim of his pupils glowed red. He looked pissed off. Extremely pissed off.
"Their you're pack too." Derek said in a very matter-of-fact tone. Stiles was honestly surprised by this. Derek seemed out of it.
Stiles could take the hint.
"Sorry. You know what? This was a bad idea. I'll just go see Deaton again. Your mind seems to be somewhere else so I will just go. In fact, just forget that I was here. You never saw me." Stiles let his hand fall to his side for dramatic effect. He waited for Derek to stop him but nothing like that happened. He didn't even look at him. "Okay." He said more to himself than Derek. He nodded before turning on his heals and walking out the way he came without another word from Derek.