AN: this is my first Teen Wolf fic. I'm not sure how far I'm going to take this story, so review if you want more. Also not sure if I'm pulling these two OOC, so let me know, but be gentle.

" You OK?" Derek asked.

"No."

The wolf's arm was warm, if not hot, but not in an uncomfortable way. The warmth melted into his shoulders where it lay, relaxing him. Silent tears continued to roll down his cheeks.

"You up to talking about it?"

Stiles leaned his head back in an attempt to clear his eyes and nose, "No? Maybe? I don't know?" He let out a ragged breath.

Derek gave him a light punch with his free hand, "Hit me with it, cause you know this super hearing thing...makes me a pretty good listener."

Stiles gave a weak laugh appreciating the humor that was injected into the situation.

"It's just. Tonight. I was no help. People I care about got hurt...God knows how Allison is gonna come through and I'm... just here. Just ...dead weight. A walking chew toy."

"That hasn't ever stopped you before," Derek replied flatly.

Silence

Derek worried his statement might have been a little cold. It wasn't meant to be, but that didn't mean it might not sting. It was just that Stiles had always seemed so resilient. He could be...well he could be down right annoying, infuriating, exasperating but he always had energy and laughter and ideas, not to mention the endless sarcasm. He just always seemed to bounce back...not tonight though it seemed.

"You know I'm still a virgin?"

Derek let his arm slide from the brunette's back, and knitted his brows in confusion at him. He knew this, he wasn't sure why, or more importantly why it mattered.

"And you know I'm not right?"

This conversation had taken an odd turn.

Stiles ignored Derek's answer knowing he didn't get where he was going.

"Not only am I dead weight to the pack, I'm a virgin too. No poke, no power, no use."

Derek's eyes darkened in confusion, as he also tried to not laugh at the last words offered by the teen.

"If it was me instead of Allison. If I was the one...no one would be there right now, waiting on me to pull through...or not."

"That's not true."

"Who would be there you, Scott, dad. That's not what I mean. I mean there for me. Someone whose world would be forever changed if I were too...you know not make it. Some one who loves me outside of familial obligation."

The tears that had creeped out before flowed heavy now, as Stiles' voice began to hitch.

"I want to matter. If not to the battle, than to just to someone. I might not ever be able to great fighter, I might not ever be a wolf or some other creature of the night, but I can matter can't I? Can't I just have one thing? I just want to feel n-needed."

The last words caught in his throat. He knew this sounded weak. He sounded effeminate, and maybe this was making his case for why he was so utterly un-necessary. Unwanted.

He couldn't hold his voice much less a gun or a knife, so why then would he think he could even hold the affection of someone. Male, female, he had twice as many options as most guys his age...but no takers. Not a single one.

Then there was a thumb, a very warm thumb, gently brushing away the tears that had stained his face.

Nothing was said between boy and wolf.

Derek relaxed his face in a way that could almost be called a smile.

"You matter Stiles."

Derek had never realised how bright those amber eyes were until right now, when he was inches away, Stiles heartbeat racing in his ears, and the saline scent of sadness giving way to the spike of heated arousal.

Stiles held his breath, unsure of what was about to happen. He could feel his heart racing, making his fingers numb with his excitement. Derek's proximity washed him not only in the searing wolf heat but also in the smell of wet earth, patchouli cologne, and sweat all of which mingled into a solid scent that was Derek Hale.

The distance between the two men's lips may have looked imperceptible to an onlooker, but in this moment to Stiles, it seemed like miles. The heat and the taste of the hot chocolate lingered between them, their breath mingling into a single one as Derek's heartbeat and breathing aligned to the boy millimeters away from his lips.

Derek with little reluctance closed the gap and sealed his lips to the younger man's in a chaste kiss, worthy of the virginal purity of the boy before him. He felt a small grin form beneath his lips, and couldn't help but to return it as he pulled back a small smack audible as their lips parted.

Heads resting forehead to forehead, "I never imagined a wolf would kiss so softly."

"A wolf wouldn't, you forget, I am half man," Derek laughed.

The younger boy felt a jolt of electricity run the length of his spine at the implication presented.

"I didn't know wolves were um..."

"Gay?"

Derek earned a nervous laugh with his calm and simple reply.

"It's more instinct than sexual preference, wolves don't get as hung up on gender. Attraction and affection run deeper then sexual organs."

"I don't know if that's endearingly evolved or just kinda sleazy."

A small growl escaped from the older man's throat, "Stiles."

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

The young boy happily conceded as Derek brought a hand to each side of his head, thumbs resting at his temples and pulled him in to another chaste kiss. Stiles smiled again under moist lips tasting of chocolate.

A gruff, hmpff, escaped from Derek's chest frustrated that the boy didn't seem to think he was wolf enough. It was irritating, cute, but irritating...much like Stiles.

Briskly yet with gentle force he turned the boy's head deepening the kiss. Unsurprisingly the boy's lips parted easily allowing him to suck his bottom lip in between his teeth pulling back eliciting the sound of a satisfied hiss.

Stiles was hungry for this. Although he was surprised as hell that it was Derek currently invading his mouth, in no way shape or from was he miffed about it. He tasted amazing, his tongue was amazing as it explored every ridge and curve his mouth had to offer.

Within the last year Derek had grown to be this brotherly influence in his life. A completely different animal (literally) to how their relationship had started. He had proven that his heart was into keeping his pack safe and the humans that associated with them that were by extension pack as well.

And now this, this was a turn. But hey not complaining.

Stiles had found Derek attractive the moment he had met him. More so when he found out he was a wolf, however thinking that the dark haired man was undoubtedly hetero exclusive had staved off any further intrigue.

Stubble raked across Stiles' cheek as wet kisses were peppered down his jaw, teeth nipping along the hollow just below. Derek inhaled the the scent of the boy in his arms. He filled his nose with the scent of soap, teenage musk and and something like citron. Something like a purr escaped in the back of Derek's throat.

Derek wanting to savour this moment, every single step, but Stiles' anxious energy had him struggling to keep his pace slow and even.

He allowed his right hand to trail down from the boy's face to his neck, from his collar to his chest...a single finger pausing to circle a hardened nipple beneath a worn cotton tee.

Stiles gasped sucking in the heated air, electricity singing across the teenager's skin.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Derek's fingers trailed down the slender torso before him until he reached the hem of Stile's shirt. He slithered a warm hand beneath the thin fabric to rest on the cool skin it enclosed. Enjoying the shivers that he felt from the muscles under the taut teenage flesh.

Stiles chuckled.

"What?" Derek asked, pulling his head away from the boys collar.

"Your hands," he placed his own hand over tops of the wolf's, "It's so...soft."

Derek's eyebrows joined in frustration.

"I always thought a werewolf's hands would be more rougher...more man-"

"Are you saying I have womanly hands?" Derek growled in response.

"uhh..."

Derek went to remove his hand, "If you don't like it."

"No!" Stiles pressed the man's hand back to his tempered flesh, "They're just not like I imagined. They're better."

The wolf's eyes flashed red as he deftly pulled the boy down to his back and perched above him, one hand holding his weight by the boy's head, a knee pressed between the hollow of boy's legs balancing him, "So you've imagined me touching you before?"

A thrill shot from the dark haired man's scalp all the way to the tip of his cock.

There was lust in Stiles' eyes as he answered, "It may have crossed my mind."

Derek's response was to lower his head, peppering kisses along the flesh being exposed, as his hand slid further up his lover's torso, taking the shirt with it. Stiles whimpering at the sensation of wet lips and coarse stubble, dragging across the sensitive flesh. Anxious the wolf moved to place a knee on either side of stiles hips and pull the boy's shirt over his head.

Stiles stopped grabbing his hand, stopping him with a heated look, "No. Rip it...rip it off."

Without a second thought, Derek's nails elongated and brutishly tore the thin shirt from the slender from beneath him. A low rumble cascading from his chest. Stiles gasped, excitement griping his body causing his groin to roll up the wolf's thigh, the hardened flesh in his shorts eager for friction.

Derek placed a large, once again human, hand on the boy's chest and forced him down, "Someone's eager," he taunted. The filthy look in the younger man's eyes elicited a bestial sound from him causing his own arousal to swell painfully in his tightening jeans.

Grabbing the man's arm Stiles pulled him down for a bruising kiss. Lust, passion and need burning in his gut, as he hungrily sucked at the tongue gaining purchase into his mouth.

Stiles raked his fingers up the wolfs sides, greedily taking his battle torn shirt with it. The boys anxious digits teased over the pink raised areas where Derek's skin had began to heal his wounds from the battle. A hiss came in response to his ministrations.

Heated flesh pressed into heated flesh, crotch to crotch, mouth to mouth, grunts, muffled moans and the occasional growl filling the room. Stiles felt a tightening in his balls. NO! he thought. Not yet!

Derek broke away from Stiles' lips causing a filthy sound to echo through the room.

"Uhh..." Stiles gasped.

Derek sat back, catching his breath a wide smile playing across his lips, eyes dark and blown as he looked down at the wanton man writhing between his thighs.

Stiles, not content to take a break, reached up tracing the deeply carved muscles of the wolf's body. His eyes drank in the dark skin, covered in sweat; tufts of dark hair raising from the waist of his black jeans to his navel and circling two pouty pink nipples. He slowly lifted himself to place his lips on either side of Derek's right nipple, kissing it gently. He could feel the man's chest expand as he took a sharp breath. Naughtily, he nipped at the sensitive bud captured in his mouth. He was rewarded by Derek grinding his ass into his straining erection, cooing at the sultry friction.

Derek's eyes were dark with lust, he looked down at the teenager as his fingers began to fumble at his belt buckle, Derek leaned back farther giving the boy better access, enjoying the thrill it gave him to watch the younger man eagerly try to strip him of his denim. He continued to grind his denim clad ass into the engorged cock beneath him, guided by instinct, growing hotter from the sounds his lover made.

Finally Stile managed to unclasp the belt, unbutton the jeans and unzip them, rewarded with the sight of thick dark hair filling the open "V" made by the jean's fly. Slowly Derek rose, towering above Stiles prone body, and slid the jeans down his well formed thighs. The boy gasped at the sight before him.

%%%

Aww what a place to leave off huh? I promise there's smut ahead, so stay tuned if you wanna find out just how eager Stile's is for a big ol' slab of Wolf meat.