Stiles wakes up to a familiar knocking on his window. He smiles to himself, closes his laptop and goes to let Derek in. It's pretty late, around two in the morning; but it's Saturday so he's up late surfing the web. He was talking to Scott on Skype, well, until Scott decided to go creep on Allison. He opened the window and turned to go back to his bed.

A hand grabbed his arm and spun him around; a rough hard kiss assaulting his lips. His brows almost made to crash together with how fast they knitted. He finally realized what was happening and he pushed back into the kiss. He felt a tongue, Derek's tongue, lick across his lips demanding entrance and he opened his mouth. He sucked and kissed into Derek's warm mouth. Not knowing what to do with his hands he wrapped his arms around Derek's neck. Derek ended the kiss with a slight lick and tug on his bottom lip.

Stiles unhinged his arms and stepped back, he rubbed his lips softly with the pads of his fingers. They were puffy and sensitive. He licked his bottom lip and looked quizzically at Derek.

"What was that for? What's the occasion? Like, I know I'm like…irresistible and everything but, that was totally out of character. Not that I'm complaining because god it was incredible" he flailed his arms around and fell backwards on his bed. He sat back up after he noticed Derek hadn't said anything since he came in.

"Derek?" Derek was looking out the window into the woods facing towards Stiles' house. Just standing there like a statue. Stiles got up and rubbed Derek's back. "You ok?"

Derek turned around and cupped Stiles' face in his hands, staring into his eyes. They stayed like that for a while. Staring into each others eyes. Stiles looking worried and Derek his typical indecipherable expression. A moment later Derek was kissing him again, but this time it was soft, sweet. He was lightly kissing Stiles on each of his facial beauty marks, his chin, then back to his lips; all while taking steps forward, Stiles cooperatively stepping backwards until they fell into his bed.

Any other moment Stiles' mind would be going a mile a minute. He and Derek had made out before, but never like this. This meant something, this was more than one of their typical exchange of kisses. He exhaled shakily when he felt Derek's hand slide into the back of his jeans and squeeze his ass. Almost as if he was on auto-pilot he undid his pants and pulled them off. During that Derek must have found time to remove all his clothes, but Stiles never felt his lips leave.

Derek was now kissing down his jaw trailing down to his neck and licked his collar bones. He slid his hands into Derek's hair pulling his head back up and kissed him until Derek slipped back down kissing down his sternum to his navel. He let out a slight moan and turned his head away. He and Derek had never gone this far before.

"Derek…I…I don't"

"Shhhh…"

"Derek. I don't know if"

Derek looked up from were he was tracing over the slight definition on Stiles' abdomen and reached up to turn Stiles' head to his gaze. "Do you trust me Stiles?" it was almost a whisper. Stiles nodded and felt the tears in his eyes. Why am I crying? "I trust you Derek".

Derek nodded and reached up to pull Stiles' briefs down off his hips. Stiles' exhaled and shivered again. He felt so exposed, so vulnerable. He could feel Derek's eyes examining every inch of his imperfect body. He had too many moles, he was so pale, too skinny, he wasn't built like any of the other guys on the team. He looked up to stare at the ceiling.

"You're perfect"

Stiles looked back down to see Derek looking towards him.

"No I'm not Derek…don't-"

Derek came up and placed another heavy kiss on Stiles lips before he could finish his sentence. He grabbed Stiles' thigh softly, as if not to break him, lifting it slowly. Stiles didn't even feel his leg being lifted, completely enamored with the kiss between him and Derek. The trance was broken when he felt a warm moist feeling on his entrance.

"I bought my own lube" Derek whispered in-between the kiss. Stiles just nodded and wrapped his legs around Derek's waist.

He broke away from the kiss and grabbed at Derek's shoulder when the first finger slipped inside him. He breathing hitched slightly. He and Derek stayed that way for a few minutes until he broke the silence.

"More…I can handle more"

The moonlight outside illuminated Derek's face and made every angle that much more beautiful. Derek lifted a brow, Stiles heart fluttered.

"You sure?"

"Derek, I want to do this…give me more."

Derek's eyes seemed to avert and sweep over the room but it was only for a second. Stiles' breathed out again when he felt two more fingers slowly penetrating his hole. When they were finally in Derek moved them around until Stiles adjusted.

"Derek, I'm ready." Stiles said looking up from under his lashes. They both looked like ivory statues with the white of the moon shining down on them.

Derek nodded and pulled his fingers out. Stiles bit his lip and smirked. Derek was moving so slowly and carefully as if Stiles was a broken vase that he had broken and taped back together. "I'm not gonna break you big dummy" he said running his fingers through Derek's thick black hair. Derek seemed to tense up slightly but it happened in a flash and Stiles missed it. He nodded and lined himself up with Stiles' entrance and slowly pushed in.

Stiles' almost forgot to breathe before he heard Derek tell him to. He inhaled and adjusted to the fullness inside of him. He felt himself flush from the chest up and looked away from Derek who was staring at him like he was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Derek…it's so big…" he bit his bottom. Come on Stiles' now's not the time to be modest!

"Stiles…you're so beautiful like this" Derek rocked forward and Stiles' breathing hiccupped. Derek picked up a steady rhythm and started thrusting into Stiles who was now panting.

"Fuck…ah- Derek…I-don't stop…yeah…fuck right there" Yeah there we go buddy

Derek leaned over and began snapping his hips into Stiles at a much faster pace. Pulling a bunch of profanities and loud moans from the boy.

Stiles' dad was out working on another case of an "animal" attack and the entire precinct was working extra late tonight, so the moans were ok. The dirty talk was another story.

"Fuck Derek! Keep fucking me like that-ah- keep- fuck…I fucking love you" Stiles grunted, pushing back in sync with Derek's thrust. Derek's rhythm stuttered but he regained it in an instant.

"Fuck Stiles, I'm about to come" he went to pull out but Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek keeping him close.

"Come in me…I want you to do it in me" Stiles moaned. He was jerking himself off and by the looks of it he was pretty close to reaching his climax as well.

"Stiles I…" he stopped and just went back to thrusting into Stiles' but these thrust were harder than all the other ones forcing grunts out of him.

"I'm coming! I'm fucking coming Der-fuck!" Stiles came all over himself and Derek. His muscles clenching around Derek forced the orgasm out of him as well and he shot a large load deep into Stiles.

Derek fell back into the pillows on the bed and Stiles got up to wipe himself off. When Stiles returned he climbed into bed and placed his head on Derek's chest, trailing his fingers around the deep carves of Derek's chest and abs. "I love you" he said turning to look up at Derek. He was practically grinning from ear to ear. Derek's frown wiped it off his face.

"Derek, what's wrong?"

"You need to stop saying that"

Stiles brows knitted together. "What?"

"Stop saying you love me. You don't"

Stiles was frowning now, he sat up and looked at Derek for a long time before speaking.

"Derek, you know I love you, shit. Everyone knows that I love you. What do you mean I don't?"

"I knew this was a mistake, I should've just left"

Stiles got up off the bed completely this time and slipped back into his briefs. He wasn't feeling so comfortable anymore. Something was extremely off. What did Derek mean 'he should've left?'

"Derek what are you talking about?" he was walking around to the other side of the bed watching Derek get dressed. "Where are you going?" Derek ignored him and was focusing on buttoning his pants. Stiles grabbed his hands and held them.

"Derek! Talk to me…please" he gazed into Derek's eyes but he turned his head away.

"I'm going back to New York"

Stiles cocked his head, "Ok, you've gone before no big-"

"And I'm not coming back" he interrupted looking back at Stiles.

Stiles felt his heart drop, "Is it something I did? Derek is it something I said?"

Derek softly pulled Stiles' hand off of him and reached for his shirt. He kept his eyes from the younger boys gaze. Stiles reached out to turn his head back and Derek grabbed his wrist.

"Don't…don't touch me please Stiles"

"What the fuck do you mean don't touch you? Newsflash, we just made love you idiot. That requires A LOT of touching."

Derek let him go and mumbled something after slipping his shirt on over his head.

"What?" Stiles asked missing what the stubborn werewolf had said. Derek looked down at him and breathed heavily through his nose.

"I said we fucked. I fucked you, you loved it and that was it. We didn't-we didn't make love" He bent down and started putting his boots on, still never looking at Stiles.

Stiles blinked and played what he just heard over and over again in his head.

"Derek…what?" his voice was beginning to crack.

"Stiles!" he said his name as if he was speaking to an intolerable kindergartener. "I'm leaving. I came to say goodbye. But it was a mistake. I had fun with you and your friends but I'm leaving"

Stiles bit his bottom lip and rubbed his short hair frantically. Then suddenly the worry had turned to anger.

"Fun? You had fun with me Derek? That's what you're calling this? You're fucking lying. You love me just as much as I love you!" he was shouting now.

"I don't love you Stiles"

"Don't say that! Don't you fucking say that Derek! You don't get to come here and do this to me. Why are you doing this to me?" he looked down at his trembling hands

Stiles didn't know tears were flowing from his eyes until he was catching them in his palms. He looked up at Derek who was now definitely looking at him.

"Stiles, everything we've done…it's been a mistake. Me ever coming back here was a mistake. I'm not needed here. So I'm leaving." He looked away again

Stiles fell to his knees and sputtered, it felt like someone had punched him in the stomach.

"Derek I…I need you, please don't, don't go please don't go." He begged.

"Stiles' you're a child you don't know what you want"

"Now I'm a child? Was I a child a few minutes ago" Stiles said weakly pointing at the bed behind him. Derek was quiet for a moment.

"That shouldn't have happened" Derek said coldly

"But it did. And it meant something Derek…that was love Derek. You love me and I love you. You deserve to be loved. Whatever you need I can fix it. I'm Stiles I fix things. Please don't leave me."

Derek walked over and picked him up off the floor; he wiped Stiles' burning cheeks that were saturated with tears. Stiles grabbed his shirt and bunched it up in his hands. "Don't leave me, Derek I'll do anything. I'll…I'll go with you!" he said looking up into Derek's hazel eyes. "I know you can feel it. I'm not lying. Derek, I'll go with you! I'll leave this fucking place!"

Derek knew he wasn't lying. But he couldn't do that. Take Stiles away from his home, his father? He had friends, school. Beacon Hills was Stiles' home. He was wanted here.

"Stiles, you're gonna have to move on. We can never be together, move on from me." he unhinged Stiles fingers from his shirt and walked over to the window. Stiles was a wreck. He couldn't see past his burning tears and his heart was thumping in his ears.

"Derek, if you fucking leave, I swear if you fucking leave. I'll…"

"Bye Stiles" Derek opened the window and climbed out. Stiles shot from the bed and rushed over the window and saw nothing. No Derek, no camaro. Nothing. Just the woods and the faint glow of the sun coming up.

Stiles couldn't breathe; it was as if his heart had stopped. He braced himself on the windowsill and tried to catch his breath. Derek's gone. He left me. He never loved me. He used me. "I'm so fucking stupid!" he shouted and kicked his desk over knocking all of its materials to the floor.

"I'm such a fucking idiot!" he picked his laptop off the floor and threw it into the wall, smashing it into large pieces. He ripped the sheets off his bed and threw them out the window. "I'm nothing to him! Nothing to anyone!" he pushed his book shelf over, it crashing loudly to the floor. Books scattered everywhere.

He picked up his Lycanthropy book and opened it, randomly tearing pages out the book. "Fuck! I'm fucking done. I'm fucking done! I can't do this anymore!" he walked around the room tearing pictures and posters of the wall. He stopped at the picture of his mom. His stomach tightened and he vomited on the floor.

Stiles in his frenzy didn't hear his front door open and the sound of someone running up the steps. Sheriff Stilinski burst through Stiles' door gun in hand looking around the room only to see his son violently vomiting. He put his gun back in its holster and slowly approached his son.

"Stiles"

"Get the fuck away from me!" Stiles said looking up, eyes red and bulging with anger and misery, his entire body was shaking and he was tracking blood around the room. He had cut his foot on something on the floor. Sheriff Stilinski had never seen his son like this, he had no idea what to do. He especially didn't know what to do when Stiles charged past him, across the hall and into the bathroom. He chased after him and reached for the knob. The door was locked.

"Stiles! Stiles. SON let me in!"

He got no response. Instead this was a shattering sound of glass, then silence.

He stood back and prepared to run the door down until a raw scream filled the silence of the early morning.