AN: So glad we've spiked your interest. It's what we live for. Thanks to my wonderful co-writer pandabear1715 for helping me write this every time. Hope we can keep your interest just a bit longer.
"C'mon Derek." Scott whines, standing at his door all dressed up for tonight's party. He has darker blue jeans with a nice green long sleeve top. Derek glares up at his little brother, brows furrowed down.
"No, Scott, I'm not going to a stupid party with you." Derek says back, placing his pen on his paper and turning to Scott. It had been a few weeks, they were settled in, comfortable. Derek had showed Scott some places around the area and Scott had found out their friends had gotten an apartment nearby but far enough away he wouldn't walk there if he was drunk. Laura had called to see how they were doing and Scott fancied the kid down the hall.
"I'm sure those boys are going to be there." Scott pleads and Derek raises a brow, making sure Scott knew how unimpressed he was with that sentence and that he had no reason to change his mind, no intention of going to some stupid party with his little brother.
"We are grown men, Scott we are not stalking them at a part Scott." Derek says and Scott backs away a bit offended.
"We are not stalking them." Scott says back, crossing his arms.
"Scott, if you're going to a part just to see boys, that's stalking." Derek clarifies and Scott huffs.
"We're going to the party so you can make some friends." Scott replies and Derek furrows his brow and frowns at Scott.
"I have friends Scott."
"Fine." Scott purses his lisp for a second. "We're going to find you a boyfriend!" Scott almost cheers at this. Derek had been single for a while and Derek just cocks a brow.
"I don't want a boyfriend." Derek says, shaking his head and Scott makes a face, now mad that Derek just wasn't on the same page as him and refused to go to the party.
"We are going to that party because I want to go. So get dressed and let's go." He growls, flashing yellow eyes at Derek, who just sighs, looking unfazed by his brother's display of attempting to assert his dominance.
"And you call me grumpy?" He asks but raises his hand in surrender when Scott snarls at him. "Fine, if it'll keep you from bitching I'll go with you to the party but don't expect me to stay long." He says, going to grab a pair of jeans and a shirt.
"Mmm, I won't be the one keeping you long." Scott says and Derek rolls his eyes and pulls on a pair of jeans, tossing his sweats aside and pulls on a tight blue shirt.
"Hmm, you're getting dressed up...I wonder who for?" Even with quick reflexes Scott doesn't manage to dodge the book Derek chucks at him, grunting and picking it up off the floor. "Dick." Scott mutters, fixing his shirt and placing the book down.
Stiles is lying in bed, reading a book when the door to his dorm slams open and shut, he raises a brow towards Issac but doesn't move immediately.
"Stiles, get your ass up now!" The urgent tone in Issac's voice causes Stiles to jerk up, wide eyed and slightly dazed.
"Wha-why?" He asks, looking at Issac worriedly, had something happened?
"We are going to a party where my puppy and you "Greek God" are going to be. So get up, get dressed and look sexy." Issac says while Stiles slips his book shut, placing it on the bed behind him and sighs.
"Issac? Are you taking me to a party to use my gaydar so you can make a move on the boy that lives three doors down." Stiles asks, smirking at his friend who scoffs and shakes his head.
"What? No, we are going for different reasons." Issac denies and Stiels almost laughs at him but leans so his elbows are on his knees, eying Issac.
"Different reasons?" He basically purrs at his friend. "Oh, please, do share." Issac rolls his eyes at Stiles tone but kneels in front of him on the bed.
"One." He puts up one finger. "We're meeting new people. Two." He lifts another finger. "We are going to par-taayy! Three." he adds a third finger. "We'll try to get laid." He lowers his voice to mumble. "Of course, my focus is on the boy down the hall as is yours." He looks back up to Stiles who has a raised brow and lifts a fourth finger. "And four...yea, nope, that's about it." Stiles snorts at him and smirks.
"Alright, fine. Only cause I love you. Is Aiden going to be there because if so I'm screwed on that last one." Stiles says with a small sigh.
"Mm, I don't know. Let me call and see." He lifts his phone from his pocket and dials his sister, putting it on speaker. "Hey sis, what are you and Aiden up to tonight?" He asks, looking to Stiles.
"Going to the party on campus, why?"
"Oh, just curious, well, gotta go. Love you sis, bye." He hangs up when she says the same back, knowing there was another reason they had called. "Well, looks like we're playing ninja." He says and Stiles shrugs, making a face.
"Well, it won't be the first time. Probably won't be the last." He smirks at Issac. "At least this time you're not gonna try and wear a skirt." Stiles snorts at the memory while Issac looks mortified and shoves Stiles backwards.
"Shut up, we don't speak about that. It's in the past, now leave it there." Stiles laughs loudly as he grabs a clean red shirt and pulls it on, it clings to him slightly but not overdoing it. He runs a hand through his hair and smirks at Issac. "If you weren't my best friend...I'd tap that." Stiles smiles at that and leans forward slightlyas Issac finishes getting dressed.
"Aiden would never let you." He says back and Issac snorts, nodding. If there was any reason not to love Stiles it was his overprotective older brother. Ethan knew what was too much protection, Aiden, on the other hand, would probably put Stiles in a chest carrier and bring him everywhere if Stiles wouldn't sock him in the face.
"Now, let's go party!" Issac says and Stiles smiles fondly at him before hooking their arms and letting Issac lead him to this party.
The party is loud, young adults everywhere in the small house, music sending vibrations through the floor. Derek's eyes roam the half-drunken, half-sober college students moving around. He notices a drunk couple half on a plant making out, a guy pressuring two girls to make-out and a gorgeous blond forcing her buff boyfriend to dance-or who Derek assumes to be her boyfriend with how he's looking at other guys trying to approach her.
"See, they aren't even here. I could've stayed home and relaxed." Derek says to his little brother, looking down at the cup of alcohol the underage boy has before shaking his head.
"I thought we weren't stalking them." Scott sing-songs back, a teasing smile on his lips and Derek rolls his eyes.
"I'm not stalking, I'm being observant, you dumbass." Derek says and his little brother straightens, inhaling deeply.
"Wait, I smell them they're here." Scott says, excitement lacing his every word and Derek looks at his brother for a minute. That's extremely creepy.
"Scott stop being creepy." He hisses and Scott flushes, scratching his neck and trying to zone his hearing on the two boys but he can't over the music that's pulsing through the house.
"Shut up, Derek." He mumbles. "Look, it's him."
"Do you even know their name are you just calling them boy one and boy two?" Derek asks, raising a brow. Scott swallows and pulls his eyes away. Scott huffs.
"Well, go figure out their names."
"I'm not the one obsessed with them." Derek fights, rolling his eyes at his little brother and bringing the cup to his lips. Why was he giving into what Scott wanted?
"Mmm, maybe not yet but look at the little one next to him. Tell me you don't want to chase him and I'll let it go." Scott says, nudging his brother and turning his own eyes towards the two boys that lives a few doors down. Derek sighs and lets his eyes fall on the two, taking in the smaller one, who's red shirt clings to his body just enough to let his imagination take over. He's got a hand fisted in the blonds shirt, looking around for someone or something.
"He's cute and all but..." Derek trails off taking in the way the kids him moves as he shifts himself slightly. "I think they might have something going on?"
"Nay, they're just friends." Scott replies with a shake of his head, watching the two disappear behind a few people before appearing again.
"Scott, I don't cling onto Jackson like that." Derek replies, looking to Scott.
"Well Jackson's not gay, duh." Scott replies as if it's the most obvious thing in the world and Derek sighs raising a brow.
"Alright Scott, fine." He plucks the cup out of Scott's hand. "Why don't you go introduce yourself and if the little red one breaks your nose...I'm gonna laugh." Derek says and Scott puffs out his chest and looks at Derek sure that he can do this while his older brother smirks.
"I will." Scott replies, nodding. "But if he does break my nose you have to come over." Derek shrugs.
"Maybe." He says and watches Scott leave, shaking his head. Scott walks over, gathering courage until he's in front of the two, watching Stiles let go of Issac.
"Hey, are you guys new?" Scott asks and Issac stutters so Stiles cuts him off, saving himf rom embarrassing himself.
"Yeah." Stiles says and Scott smiles.
"My names Scott."
"I'm Stiles and my best friend here is Issac." Stiles accepts the offered hand first, allowing Issac to wipe sweaty palms on his pants before accepting the hand.
"It's nice to meet you." Scott says and Issac hums.
"Hmm, Stiles...Aiden." Stiles looks away before smiling apologetically at Scott.
"Not trying to be rude but we gotta go." The brunette says, tugging Issac along who waves to Scott but ducks behind people. Scott frowns and makes his way back to Derek, who's looking at him expectantly.
"Do you know and Aiden?" Scott asks and Derek raises his brows.
"What?" He asks, confused and unsure.
"They were fine until Issac told Stiles that Aiden was coming." Scott explains with a frown, he found it weird and just didn't understand. Who would they be hiding from?
"Hmm." Derek thinks about it before shaking his head. "I don't think I know and Aiden and if I did it probably wouldn't be the same Aiden, Scott."
"It's gotta be an ex." Scott decides, nodding his head before his eyes go wide in fear. "Derek, what if they have a crazy stalker ex? We have to protect them!" Derek looks at his brother with wide eyes before putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Scott, you're not even with him. Calm down." Scott shook his head at that.
"Derek you don't understand, there's something about them, about Issac. I can't...I don't knoe what it is but Derek we can't let Aiden hurt them." Derek sighs at Scott's panicked tone and looks aroudn the room.
"Did you see what he looked like?" Derek asks, and Scott shakes his head, wishing he had stayed or followed them and asked. He wishes now that he could figure it out or do something about it.
"No I didn't see what he looked like, Derek, you have to go find them." Scott says, there is something raging inside of him that he doesn't really understand, isn't really clear on why or what but he knows he needs to keep Issac and then Stiles safe. Derek rolls his eyes.
"Ugh you sound like a girl sometimes, God, Scott." Derek says, trying to calm his brother. "I don't know where they are." He tells the younger Hale.
"Derek you're a werewolf you can find them. Derek, please." Scott pleads and Derek nods, using one hand to soothe the one on his arm.
"Alright, I'll go. You have to let me go in order for that to happen though." Scott just stares at him with wide eyes and Derek rolls his eyes, shoving Scott off of him. Derek walks with Scott following him until he finds the two leaned against a table in the kitchen. Issac spots Scott and grins, calling his name and causing Stiles to look to them.
"Hi Scott!" He says and Stiles hides a smirk.
"Hey, Derek this is Issac and Stiles. This is my older brother Derek." Issac shakes his hand and Scott notices less hesitation than with him. Stiles acts the same, grinning and shaking his hand. "Uhm, if you don't mind me asking. Who's Aiden?" Stiles groans and flushes while Issac smiles.
"Aiden is Stiles' older brother and my sister boyfriend." He tells the duo and Derek tries to hide a laugh but Stiles catches it.
"What's so funny?" He asks and Derek shakes his head, telling the shorter brunette that it was nothing but Stiles just eyes him before shrugging and letting his eyes zoom the room.
"Hi Stiles, Hi Issac." Both boys look to the blond and the brothers follow, watching her walk over.
"Erica." Stiles says, eyes wide as he scans the room. "If you're here...where's Aiden?"
"Aiden's looking for you." Erica says and Stiles can feel the worry picking up in him. How did Aiden know he was here? Why was he looking for him? He doesn't even realize he said that out loud until Erica answers. "You guys calling and asking isn't all that subtle. And Danny told us something earlier that had us confused, he wants to ask you about it."
"What did Danny tell him? I didn't tell Danny anything." Derek sees the way Issac's hand rests on Stiles' shoulder blade as the kid panics at the words.
"Something about similarities between the two of you. He was drunk so it didn't make any sense. That's why he wants to talk to you." Stiles nods.
"I don't know but I'll...I'll go find him." Stiles says before walking outside, Issac in tow. Issac's quick to calm his friend down before a panic attack starts at the thought of his brother knowing. "I-Issac, he can't know. Issac, what if he knows? What am I gonna do? He'll...He'll.."
"Probably love you anyway. Stiles, look at me. We did not come here for Aiden to ruin our fun we came her to have fun. Okay? Let's stop trying to sneak around, get a drink and dance and make every guy and girl in there jealous. Hell, if I have to I'll even make out with you." Stiles lets out a laugh and looks up at him.
"Even if we risk falling in love?" He asks, lips straight and eyes serious, face still. Issac nods with a small smile.
"Yeah, cause I don't mind dating a hot, young thin like you." Stiles laughs at Issac and the blond extends a hand, leading him back in through the crowd of people to dance with him. The music's loud and people are basically just crowded together, there's screaming in another room and it's a known fact that there's some type of drug being shoved around the party. Stiles just continues to dance with Issac, deciding if Aiden found him...he'd just talk.
Scott watches Issac dance with Stiles, downing his alcohol. If his mother were here she'd slap it right out of his hands and tell him that even though he's a werewolf and can't get drunk, it's still underage drinking and illegal. She hit Derek for letting him have it but Derek and Laura never cared cause they can't get drunk. No harm, no foul, right mom?
"Should I go ask him to dance?" Derek raises a brow and smacks Scott upside the head, smirking when Scott hisses and glares.
"Go be a man and do it Scott." He shoves Scott lightly and watches his younger brother move to the duo dancing against each other. Issac's back to them and Stiles turning every so often against the blond friend's front. He gets to them and purses his lips, shakes his head and turns to face Derek. Derek tilts his head down and flashes gold eyes at him, letting out a low growl, uncaring of the drunk – possibly high – couple next to him that startles and looks to him. Scott makes a face back but Derek lifts his head to catch Stiles brown eyes land on Scott and dances his friend back until they bump. Scott cusses and turns to face him as Stiles winks and leaves with an excuse.
"Sorry," Issac blushes at Scott's apology. "Do you wanna dance?" Scott asks, Derek's eyes on him which dart away quickly to find Stiles by the door, watching them and he smirks when Stiles smiles. He looks back to see the blond friend dancing with his brother and nods, mentally cheering on his brother as he finishes another cup. He keeps his eye on the time as he moves around, finding that blond making out with another guy, who he assumes to be Aiden and walks past them. He finds Stiles in the kitchen with another guy handing him drinks and flirting. He finds a lot of couples all over the place, he catches a fight in the back yard where the instigator passed out when he swung out, which was hilarious and he walks away from drugs in another room. He makes his way back to Scott, wanting to make sure his younger brother didn't do anything stupid tonight. He found Scott and Issac still dancing and talking or attempting to talk but Issac was always yelling 'what?' at Scott so there was probably only a little understanding going on.
"Scott, come on." Derek says, stopping near them. "It's getting late." Scott let's out a whine, looking over to Derek then to Issac, who shoves his hands in his pocket and nods, scanning the room.
"Yeah, it is really late." Issac agrees. "Have you seen Stiles anywhere?" He asks, looking back to the oldest Hale.
"Last I saw he was in the kitchen." Derek tells him with a shrug. "Didn't really see him much." Scott looks around and tells Derek they have to help find him, although Derek doesn't understand why. Stiles isn't his responsibility.
"I-Issac!" Stiles stumbles to his friend, smiling up at him. "Issac, we need to leave...like now...these guys are f-" He furrows his brows. "Fr-freaks." He settles on the word, nodding happily. "I wan' a real man like mmmmm" He hums and sways for a second, Scott snapping out to grab his wrist. "What's his name?" He waves a hand. "Ahh, I can't think of it. Please, take me home." He slurs, pointing at the door.
"Fuck, Stiles," Issac exhales, looking at his friend. "How much did you drink?" Stiles narrows his eyes and moves his lips, counting off on his fingers before shrugging.
"Lots!" He says, extending his hands out as if to emphasize it. "But it's okay because I'm single and...that means..." He looks around and pulls Issac closer as if he has a big secret to tell. The Hale's raise their brows and look at him. "I don't have a boyfriend." He whispers, followed by a snort and giggles. Issac's face falls flat at that and he blinks before nodding.
"Yeah, I know what single means, Stiles." He tells his snickering friend. He turns to Scott and frowns sympathetically. "Sorry, I have to make sure his brother doesn't find him."
"My brother?" Stiles frowns and furrows his brow and Derek's actually concerned for his health before Stiles sucks in an air. "My brother's name is Aiden, silly." He says, poking Issac who can't help but smile on him.
"I know." Issac says. "Now, if we don't get out of here we're both screwed." Stiles nods and points forward, puffing out his chest slightly.
"Onward to our dorm." Issac was going to kill him as he lays one hand on Stiles shoulder, turning him towards the door and giving the brother's a small smile as he left. Derek and Scott watched on shocked as the two friends left and Scott lowered his brows first narrowing his eyes slightly while Derek stared, his eyebrows still close to his hairline before he looked at Scott. Derek nods towards the door and Scott sighs, kicking at his shoes before following.
"You happy now that we went to the party?" Derek asks, looking down on his brother who nods and smiles at him.
"Yeah, what about you? Did you enjoy it?" Scott asks and Derek gives a shrug.
"It's okay." The older brother replies, looking at a guy passed out on the railing in front of the frat house. He shakes his head at it.
"Okay? You saw your man!" Scott tries and Derek rolls his eyes, looking to the people running and laughing, his senses were all aware now, slowly adjusting from being blown out by the loud noises inside.
"We're not together, Scott. He's not my man. In fact, he's barely a man." Derek says as he continues to walk with Scott towards their housing.
"Yet." Scott emphasizes, walking a bit faster, trying to sense for the friends. "But I'm going to try and get with Issac and I will succeed. Then I'll be able to easier help you get with Stiles, cause we both know you hardly stand a chance." He hisses when Derek punches him. "And you two will date." Derek snorts.
"Yeah, right. That's going to happen." He bites sarcastically as Scott opens the door to their hall and they walk past the empty room where the boys reside.
"You doubt my awesome seduction skills?" Scott asks, leaning against the wall as Derek unlocks their door before pushing it open to allow himself entry, Scott following and flipping on the light, which Derek flicks back off, huffing.
"I doubt Stiles and I dating. But when you say that, yea I doubt those too." Derek, undressing for bed and lying down, staring at the ceiling.
"But you feel something towards Stiles, right? Like I feel for Issac." And Scott didn't understand it but it was there and he liked it. Derek sighs and rolls away from him.
"Goodnight Scott." He says and his brother perks up, eyes wide.
"Oh my God, you do. You do!"
"Scott, if you don't shut the fuck you, I will do it for you." Derek snaps and Scott grins.
"You like Stiles." Derek growls but Scott ignores it, kneeling on his bed to look at his brother, who rolls over to eye him cautiously. "And I like Issac and we're gonna get together. Na na na na na na." Derek glares at him and lifts his extra pillow, chucking it at Scott hard enough to knock the younger brother off balance when he gets hit in the face.
"What are you? Ten? Go. To. Bed." Derek growls and Scott leans closer, pulling his pillow to his chest.
"Aw, see that's what happens when you deny you're in love, you turn into a grouch." Scott brings his eyebrows together and frowns to mimic Derek, who glares back.
"Scott, I swear to God, I will get up and punch you." Derek says and Scott eyes him for a second before mimicking his face and clearing his throat.
"Scott," He imitates Derek's voice. "If you don't shut up I will get up and punch you." He laughs and lays down. "I really like him Derek." Derek's face softens at his brother's whisper and looks over to the younger man, smiling softly.
Issac has the straps of a bag on his wrist as he hands Stiles and open water bottle. Stiles drinks it as he follows Issac back to the door from the store they stopped by. Issac had decided taking Stiles to get some pain reliever, water and snacks for the morning was a good idea and right now. Plus, he hoped the walk would bring Stiles back a bit more. Get him functioning a little better. Stiles would appreciate the water in the morning. Stiles also picked out gummy worms, making Issac grab a chocolate bar and chips for later tonight or tomorrow, whenever.
"You feeling better?" Issac asks after a while.
"I didn't realize I was feeling bad." Stiles says, speech still slurred but more aware, more alert.
"You were super drunk at the party." Issac told him, wrapping an arm around Stiles' shoulder.
"How bad?" Stiles says and Issac can't help be think that Stiles would be curious when he was still drunk about how drunk he was. Stiles is always just curious.
"Worse than Erica when her and Aiden broke up." Issac says for comparison because how else could he describe a Stiles that drunk to Stiles. Stiles was naturally weird.
"Aw shit, do you know how hungover I'll be come morning?" And it's funny how Stiles' whine is slurred and not all there.
"Just keep taking the pills, you'll be fine."
"Ugh!" He groans. "Issac, how'd you let me get so drunk?"
"I was dancing with my cutie." Issac responds and Stiles racks his brain for a minute, sipping more water.
"The puppy?" He asks before his eyes go wide "Oh shit, that's right. How long? Oh, no." He mutters, face written in terror and realization. "I ruined it didn't I?" Stiles licks his lip
"How long what?" Issac questions back, frowning. "And no, you're boyfriend did?"
"I got a boyfriend? Fuck, how drunk was I? And how long were you two at it for?" Stiles groans as they make their way to the resident hall, pushing the door open and stumbling over his feet, Issac pulling him straight with a grip to the back of his shirt.
"I don't know a while and no, I should've said you're future boyfriend...Derek." Stiles grunts at that and pushes their door open, only to grunt in annoyance when it's locked. Issac chuckles lightly and digs for his key.
"He's not my future boyfriend, Issac." Stiles says back, grinning happily when the doors open and stripping of his jeans before he's even in the room, kicking them to the corner and falling to his bed, which was actually Issac's bed but Issac just shrugs it off and shuts their door, locking it.
"Yes he is. Just like Scott's mine..I think." Issac frowns and tilts his head. "I hope."
"Issac," Stiles says, lifting his head and finishing his water bottle, lobbing it towards the floor. "you can date Scott all you want but Derek and I are not gonna happen."
"Yeah, you guys are." Issac nods and makes a face that makes Stiles think he was just told some sad fact. He rolls his eyes.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart." He murmurs, crawling to bury his cheek against the pillow, hands gripping the edges loosely.
"It'll happen, Stiles," Issac says, placing the bag on their desk and sitting on the edge of his bed by Stiles feet. "Don't fight your love." Stiles cocks a brow at him.
"Love? We've barely said three words to each other." Stiles says, moving to kick at Issac, who just shakes his head and asks 'so?' back. Stiles rolls his eyes. "You have to have some type of interaction to even date." He mumbles before scoffing the word love into the pillow.
"Okay, I'll set one up then." Issac says, looking towards his friend who makes a noise into the pillow before turning his head, eyes still shut, half asleep.
"Mmm, you do that." Stiles mumbles and Issac stands, pulling the blanket over the younger man and shuffling to Stiles bed, smiling softly as he flicks out their light.
"I will." He decides, crawling into his bed and smiling when he notices Stiles is out cold, thoughts of the brothers in his head, especially Scott as he rolls over to stare at the ceiling. It was a good night and he'd have to find another reason to talk to Scott.
AN: So they've talked to each other, now the real story starts. This makes me want all the College AU's now, and more big brother Aiden. I want so much big brother Aiden, so much.