Did you all watch the latest episode of Teen Wolf? I cried.

Once again I don't own Teen Wolf. I probably wouldn't do a good job if I did.

Warnings: Um, Dirty talking? and a bit of sexy time. Nothing too bad. Yet.

Any spelling or grammatical errors are my own fault.

Enjoy! And please review.


Derek sniffed the air, frowning at the strange smell that was nothing like anything he'd ever smelt before, "you smell different," he said his eyes narrowing accusingly.

"New deodorant," the demon replied dismissive, "now what did you want?"

Derek shook his head, and stood up taking a step towards Stiles. "That's not it, normally I can smell you under all that stuff you spray on, but this time it's different," he spoke carefully as if he was worried about how his words may be perceived.

The demon smirked, "You know exactly how I smell under all my deodorant?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement. Stiles was beginning to wake up in the demons head.

"Shut up," Derek growled, taking another step forward, sniffing the air, "Who are you?" This boy couldn't be Stiles, not when his eyes were dead, and cold, emotionless.

"Seriously? Are you delusional? Is this some sort of werewolf disease that makes you forget your friends? I am Stiles," the demon tried his best to smile a little more like the boy, who was stirring slightly in his head, would.

"I don't have friends. Now tell me!" The werewolf barked, his lip curling back over his teeth in frustration at being lied to, his self control slipping.

Stiles' smiled dropped, he face becoming as cold and emotionless as his eyes, "Fine, I am a demon," he stated, his eyes flashing black.

"Bull, Demons don't exist," Derek narrowed his eyes. Of all the lore he'd read, which honestly wasn't as much as he should have, he'd never found any evidence of demonic possessions, only what he'd seen in TV shows when he was little.

"Ha!" The demon laughed, "you werewolves are so self righteous. You are not the only creatures hiding in the closet at night, I mean even Stiles is in there." Derek's brow furrowed in confusion at the demon's word despite the obvious meaning of them. "He is so deep in the closet he could find Narnia. He likes you, you know. He likes you a lot. The things you two get up to in here," Stiles tapped his head, "Man, you would make sure he could not sit properly for a week." The demon laughed almost hysterical, for someone who'd never had sex, someone who'd never even kissed anyone, Stiles had a pretty extensive imagination.

Derek's eyes widened, this creature must be lying but its heart beat remained steady, sure he'd heard Stiles' heart beat pick up when he was near-by but he'd always presumed that was through fear. He shook his head, "what are you talking about-"

"Are you deaf?" The demon interrupted, "he likes you, you are always in the back of his mind if he ever needs something to help him when he's on his own, if you get my drift. He recons you are quite a biter, not hard enough to change him, but hard enough to leave a mark that burns every so often, reminding him of all the animalistic fun you two have." The demon smiled seductively at Derek, Stiles now fully awake inside his head and practically whimpering with need, he'd never been sure exactly about his feelings for the Werewolf, but he knew he felt something, and it was different to the long-term childish crush he'd had on Lydia.

Derek's heart race had increase dramatically at the creature's words and his jeans had gotten tighter. He shoved Stiles backwards into the wall, roughly pressing his body against him, crushing their lips together. The demon moaned, ignoring the voice in his head as Stiles demanded control over his own body, and wrapped his legs around the werewolf's hips, pushing hard against him so their erections rubbed under the material of their pants. Derek slid his hands up the back of the demon's shirt, dragging his nails hard back down to the boys waist leaving harsh red lines down his back, holding him tightly he forced Stiles' mouth open with his tongue.

Suddenly Derek pulled away from him, dropping Stiles onto the floor, shaking his head as he stumbled back. "This is wrong," he muttered, his body trembling with need.

The demon stood up and chuckled, licking his lips, "Nothing that feels this good could be wrong," he whispered. Stiles had practically combusted inside his head, not even caring that he had no control the first time he did anything, with anyone, he could still feel everything, every line of Derek's body as it was pressing against him.

Derek shook his head quickly, "You're too young, and you're a demon, apparently." He growled, "Stiles didn't even have a choice, you forced him to do that." He felt guilty, more that usual, Stiles mattered to him, more than he'd happily admit.

The demon rolled his eyes, "trust me," he purred, "Stiles was loving every minuet of it."

Derek glared at him, "You have 24 hours to get out of him, or I will force you out."

The demon smiled, "24 hours?" he asked. "That is an awful lot of time, plenty of time to have a lot of fun with this body." He had oh so many ideas. Twenty four hours provided a lot of opportunities, especially when he knew just how to seduce the sour wolf and if he really wanted, Derek wouldn't even try to stop him, he could even get Derek begging for more if he wanted.

The werewolf bared his teeth, "Fine. Get out of him now, then." Trying not to think of the 'fun' the demon was talking about, he'd only just managed to convert his lust into anger.

The demon held his hands up in surrender, "24 hours sounds great. Where am I meant to go though? I'm guessing you would not let me inside your head?" he asked, running his eyes down Derek's body in appreciation and biting his lip, thinking of all the things he could do while cruising around in that hot piece of ass. Girls, guys, everyone would be desperate to be with him, Stiles swore inside his head, jealous of something that Derek would never let happen.

"I don't care where you go, you can float around in the air for all I care. Just as long as you stay away from Sti- Beacon Hills." Derek cringed at his Freudian slip, hoping it wasn't too noticeable.

The demon didn't seem to notice, even though Stiles did and would be jumping for joy if he could, he was too angry about being told to stay away from Beacon Hills. "Why do I have to leave?" He hissed, glaring at the werewolf.

Derek chuckled quietly, taking a step towards the creature and shoving him violently against the wall pushing his arm hard against Stiles' neck choking him. The demon's eyes widened as his air supply disappeared, Derek leaned forward towards his face. "Because if you don't leave, I will kill you," he warned, his voice low and deadly in the creature's ear. Derek moved his arm from crushing Stiles' neck, and stepped away.

The demon rubbed his neck, more for Stiles than himself since Stiles felt the pain and he didn't. "You kill me, you kill Stiles, there's nothing you can do," he gloated.

"I don't care," Derek growled, "I'll find away to get you out and then I will kill you"

The demon frowned, and nodded. He could tell the werewolf was serious, even though he couldn't be killed there was always the possibility Derek would send him back to hell. There was no way he was going back there, hell was hell, even for demons. "Fine," he said, his voice low, "24 hours and I shall leave. Happy now?"

Derek smiled, "Ecstatic," he replied sarcastically, realizing automatically that Stiles' humor was rubbing off on him. He turned away from the demon, who watch as the werewolf walked towards the window, climb out, drop to the ground and walked towards the sleek black Camaro. He had to admit for a sour wolf he had a nice car. The demon ran his hand through his short hair trying to think of what to do, he didn't want to leave, he'd only just got into this meat suit and he already liked it.

I don't want you to leave either, he heard Stiles admit in his head. The demon frowned, this wasn't what normally happened, nobody normally liked being possessed. "Why?" The demon asked out loud walking over to the window to close it. Because, now I know Derek gives a crap about me. Stiles muttered in the demon's head.

"So how are we going to make sure I stay?" The demon asked, he wasn't used to asking for someone's help, he could hear Stiles thinking hard his thoughts still jumbled from everything that had happened today.

I have an idea.