Hello everyone! Thank you for continuing to read my story, I really appreciate it to no end! Anyway, let's jump into the story shall we? Derek and Stiles have things to do!

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Chapter 4: Building Addiction

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Stiles got dressed in something warm and headed out the front door with Derek. It was already kind of late, but he was sure that his father wouldn't be home for another few hours. All he needed to do was help Derek as quickly as he could with his Peter problem.

They got into Derek's sleek black Camaro, but Derek didn't start the car right away. Instead he turned toward Stiles and cleared his throat once. Stiles looked at him waiting for some type of conversation to happen, but instead he just faced forward again, started the car, and burned out of the neighborhood. They were on highway 47 in no time; the only lights were the headlights of the car, and the only sound was Stiles slow and steady breathing. If it weren't Derek in the car with him and instead just a normal guy who happened to have the same events happen to them things would have been much different, Stiles was sure.

He'd thought of every possible outcome of helping Derek, very variable of him being a werewolf, and every thought of what would happen if they stayed together after he helped him. The thought of having Derek on top of him again made him feel uncomfortable and because of that his mood changed drastically. Stiles' chest started to tighten up on him as he thought about what happened last week between the two of them, and it made him very uncomfortable. Everything now and then over the past week a fleeting thought of that night would pass his mind and he start to tense up and try to redirect his thoughts to a better place, but it always failed. To be honest, now that he was in Derek's car he wasn't sure why he was helping him anymore. Derek had no right to be helped. He'd done nothing but mess things up for him. Anger started to build inside of Stiles body, growing slowly like a fire.

"Is everything okay?" Derek asked suddenly.

"Yeah, fine, no thanks to you." Stiles mumbled.

"I thought you understood already." Derek said softly.

"I get your part, that's the easy part to wrap my head around. I don't understand myself." Stiles rested his head on the cool glass of the car window.

"It'll make sense." Derek replied. He reached for Stiles' hand, but the younger pulled away before he even had the chance to touch it.

"Don't touch me anymore." Stiles hissed, although deep down inside he wanted him to. He wanted Derek to take the pain away from him like he did so many times before. Derek was like a drug; he was like a hard drug that once entered your system had nowhere to exit, so it just started to build up. Stiles didn't want to grow any more dependent on Derek's touches or his eye contact; it was just too much for the teen take.

They reached Derek's run down mansion in the woods, and as Stiles was about to get out Derek locked the doors.

"What?" Stiles asked. "I'm not holding your hand, Derek!"

"Shut up." Derek said turning his head slightly.

"What is it?"

"Didn't I say shut up?" Derek reached backward under his seat and pulled out a small box wrapped in cling wrap. "Take this and DON'T open it near me, got it?"

"What's inside?"

"Mountain ash."

"Mountain ash? What am I going to do with-" Stiles was cut off by a loud howl not too far away from the car. His eyes grew wide and he looked at Derek in panic.

"When I unlock the doors run into the house and pour a little of that around you, in a circle."

"I don't understand, you want-"

Stiles was cut off when Derek unlocked the doors and jumped out of the car yelling go in the same instant. Stiles, not one to be left behind, also hopped out the car and headed toward the house with the box full of mountain magic.

He reached the front steps of the house and as soon as set his foot on the first step something appeared before him out of nowhere. It looked like a human a little, but it clearly wasn't. The monster had glowing eyes, a weird facial pattern, and claws that looked as if they could slice through human flesh with ease. Stiles screamed and fell backward on the ground, the box tumbling away from him.

The monster jumped down from off the top step, landing just inches from him, its face so close to Stiles he could smell the fresh irony smell of blood on its breath.

"Derek!" Stiles yelled. "I could really use some help!"

The demon like creature raised his arm, it's claws glowing lightly in the moon light before it started to slash downward. Stiles closed his eyes, praying that he wouldn't die alone in the woods by the hands of some dangerous supernatural being that his father couldn't solve the crime to. He refused to an unanswered murder. But as he waited there for the claws to dig into his soft flesh, time passed, and there was nothing. His over bearing panic slowly started to fade away. He gradually opened his eyes and there was no one above him. He looked around to his left, than his right, where he found two of these demons like creatures facing off against each other. He couldn't tell who was winning, but it didn't look good for either party.

Stiles looked around for the box that Derek had given him moments ago and found it a few yards away. He got up as best he could and headed over to it, but before he could pick it up someone stepped on it, pushing it down into the earth with one heavy foot.

Stiles' chest tightened again, his breathing starting to get shaky as he followed the leg up to its owner.

"Hello, Stiles." The man smiled at him.

"H-how do you know my name?"

The man laughed whole heartedly as if there wasn't a care in the world at that moment. It gave Stiles enough time to get a good look at his face. He was older than Derek, about late 30s, with light-ish hair, and similar-ish features.

The man pushed Stiles down on the ground with one shove of his index and middle finger with such ease. He fell flat on his butt, but started to back up almost immediately from the taller man.

"Don't try to run away from me Stiles, I know Derek and you have been trying really hard to find me. But I thought I'd come to you."

Peter.

"It's better to face your enemies straight forward sometimes, am I right?" Peter asked with a smirk. "And I'll let you in on a little secret."-the man squatted down a little to get closer to stiles. "I'm going to rip your arms off and toss them across the forest. Then I'm going to snap your legs in half and crush the bones with my feet. Finally I'm going to rip your lungs out and eat them before I snap your neck in half and leave your degusting corpse for the flies."

"Oh?" Was all Stiles could say in return to Peter's well thought out plans to murder him. Was this how he killed all those other people? He just…left their dead bodies to decay in the woods, Oh God!

"Now, how about we get started, huh?" Peter stood up and right before his eyes Peter changed into one of the demon creatures. His bones, muscles, and flesh twisted and contorted into this weird subhuman form which growled at him in a low and mincing tone once the transformation was complete.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, no, no, no, no!" Stiles started to back up more and more on the ground but no matter how fast he backed up the drool dripping, blood thirsty, creature just moved closer to him. "DEREK! DEREK!" Stiles screamed; his voice started to grow horse.

Peter was about to start threatening him again, but was knocked down right before Stiles' eyes. Stiles screamed; scared out of his mind. He was frantically looking around for Derek, but couldn't find him anywhere. Where are you? Stiles took a few deep breathes before realizing that the box was still there, still in front of him, just a little farther away now.

He crawled toward the box again, and reached it this time, but it was stuck in the dirt. Cursing under his breath, Stiles began to dig around the box to loosen it from the earth, but it was stuck in there tight.

"Just come out, please, please, please!" Stiles yelled digging with all his might. After what felt like forever he managed to pull the box from the earth and unwrap the clear foil from around it. Opening the box he poured the contains of it around him in a circle, but he felt no more protected with it. What was the point of this black powder anyway?

Just as Stiles stood up one of the creatures started to head toward him, getting ready to pounce on him, but like magic a shield appeared around him, bouncing the brute off of its glowing blue shell and back onto the ground. It stood up almost instantly and started to claw at the shield, hitting and scratching it to no avail. Stiles stared at it with wide eyes, watching as it tried with all its might to break the shield. The teenager was for sure that eventually the shield was going to break, but it didn't, and held off long enough for the creature to be knocked down by another. He took a step back surprised and fell on the ground and curled up into a little ball. He refused to die in the woods this way.

A few moments later he heard Derek's voice call his name. He wasn't sure if everything was over with and was too afraid to open his eyes, yet again Derek called his name, this time closer. Taking a deep breath Stiles opened his eyes slowly. Derek had just stopped right outside the ash circle he had put down. His clothes were ripped and torn up, blood and bruises littered his body and Stiles started to feel sick.

He looked up into Derek's eyes and all the panic started to wash away from his body.

"Break the circle, Stiles." Derek said, his body swaying back and forth. Stiles quickly reached forward and kicked some of the ash away from the circle. He didn't know what that was going to do, but it was enough for Derek to walk over to him and hug him tightly. Stiles felt his entire body melt into jello at that instant. He felt his body mesh into Derek's and it was like he was never about to be killed moments ago.

"Derek…" Stiles mumbled softly into the crook of the older man's neck.

"We have to get away from here, now." Derek pulled away and looked into Stiles' eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine as I can be at the break of death. Nothing can faze me." Stiles smiled and Derek nodded at him before standing them both up. "What about you? You need to go to a hospital!"

"I'll be fine, let's go." Derek said taking Stiles' hand and walking them toward the black Camaro, which had escaped the fight unscratched. Derek opened the door for Stiles and he got in next. Once they were on the highway again heading into town Stiles started to ask questions.

"Why did he attack us? I thought he was in hiding?" Stiles said confused.

"I thought so too. I guess waiting for you to be alone was taking too long."

"But I'm always alone…at school, driving, in the shower... eating dinner…" Stiles trailed off, but Derek grabbed his hand.

"I've been watching over you, making sure he doesn't get too close."

"Wait, so you've been stalking me? Like a stalker?" Stiles eyes widened a little, yet the feeling of shock seemed absent.

"More like protecting you, like a body guard. You almost jumped over your fence he got so close to you at one point."

"Why didn't he attack me when you were in jail?"

"He didn't know who you were, but I knew."

"…THEN WHY DID YOU BEAT ME UP IN THE PARKING LOT?"

"He was watching…but clearly I'm a bad actor." Derek sighed. "I…just wanted to be close to you also…" He mumbled.

"Huh?" Stiles asked, but Derek didn't reply. Stiles thought he heard him say he wanted to be close to him, but wasn't sure and wasn't sure if he liked it or not. But really who was he kidding?

"What time is it?" Stiles checked his phone and sighed. His father was home, which met he was in trouble already. He had five missed calls already.

"In trouble?" Derek asked.

"Yeah…I should call him now." Stiles said dialing the number. He put the phone up to his ear and waited for his father to pick up.

"Stiles! Stiles where are you?" Sheriff Stilinski asked in a panic.

"I'm fine, I'm just hanging out with my friend." The teenager replied.

"YOUR FRIEND? IT'S ALMOST THREE IN THE MORNING ON A SCHOOL NIGHT! STILES GET HOME NOW!"

"Yes, sir!" Stiles said quickly.

"And you're grounded!"

"Wait, dad, why?" Stiles asked.

"Ask yourself that question, Stiles." The sheriff hung up the phone.

"That didn't sound good." Derek said glancing over at Stiles.

"It wasn't. What about Peter?" Stiles asked.

"He'll be keeping a closer eye on us from now on, I'm sure of it. I guess I didn't really need your help as much as I needed you to pull him out of the darkness."

The two pulled up to the front of Stiles' house a moment later, and even though Stiles needed to get out of the car, he didn't. He wanted to stay inside of the warm comfort of Derek's black Camaro for as long as he could.

"Everything alright?" Derek asked.

"Yeah, I just don't want to leave." Stiles looked at their hands together.

"Go inside and I'll meet you upstairs." Derek said. Stiles looked into Derek's eyes, feeling the warmth of calm wash over him before he unbuckled his seat belt and got out. He hurried to the front door and opened it. His father called for him to come into the kitchen as soon as the door was closed.

His father was sitting at the table looking at him with his hands folded. He motioned for Stiles to take a seat in front of him. "Explain." The Sheriff said simply.

"I just lost track of time, it won't happen again!" Stiles said quickly.

"Where were you?"

"I…I was at a friend's house."

"Who's? Scott's? Because I called Scott's number and he was home writing a paper." The Sheriff said.

"I have more than one friend, dad." Stiles mumbled.

"Who are they and why haven't I met them?"

"They come over sometimes; I don't have to have you meet all my friends…" Stiles mumbled.

"I don't think this person is a good friend if they keep pulling you out all times of the night. How old are they, where do they live?"

"Dad…maybe…they are just a little shy, huh?"

"Shy?"

"Yeah. Maybe they are a little afraid of you because you are the Sheriff."

"Why would anyone…" Stiles' dad stared at his son with a raised eyebrow. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Something like that." Stiles blushed.

"Stiles…" His father leaned back in his chair as if a weight had been lifted off of him. "You are being safe, right?"

"What? Y-Yeah!" Stiles turned red as a tomato. "Can I go upstairs now?"

"Yeah, go to bed." The sheriff shook his head and stood up along with Stiles. Stiles went upstairs first and closed and locked his door. When he turned on his light and turned around Derek was sitting on his bed staring at him.

"Girlfriend?" Derek asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You heard us?"

Derek nodded.

"I didn't know what else to say."

Derek patted the bed next to him and Stiles sat down next to him and they took each other's hands. "I am sorry about what happened last week. I couldn't control myself and when you kissed me I kind of just lost all of it."

"It hurt for five days."

"I know, I feel like shit. I felt your pain the whole time." Derek said. "But I'll try harder to control myself. With the full moon so close now it's really getting harder."

"What does that mean?"

"Its…a day when the moon is at its fullest and werewolves either shift without control, which I've learned to control, or they mate to have offspring."

"Good thing I'm a dude." Stiles laughed but Derek just stared at him. "What?"

"That doesn't stop me from wanting to mate with you." He said with no humor what so ever. It was almost too serious.

"You'll…you'll learn to control that too, right?"

"I don't know. I didn't know I had a mate until a year ago. When I did meet you your father pushed me off to jail. The moon light never touched me in there so I couldn't tell you. I don't know what's going to happen."

"Ooooh." Stiles said feeling awkward. "That must have been lonely."

Derek didn't reply.

"Do you want to do it right now?"

"I want to all the time, but I distract myself." Derek rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Me talking about it isn't helping it, though."

"Yeah, I guess that wouldn't…"

"I'll be gentle next time, I promise." Derek added.

"Next time?" Stiles asked staring at the older man. "What makes you think there is going to be a next time? I don't just give this out and around!"

Derek smirked and let out a chuckle turning his head.

"Did you just laugh at me?" Stiles asked. It was the first time Derek laughed at something he said.

Derek cleared his throat and shook his head before looking back at Stiles. "This is something I need actually."

"I don't know. I mean monks don't do it, but they survive." Stiles started. "As a matter of fact humans don't need to have sex at all, that's why at night males have wet dreams."

"Stiles, it doesn't apply to us." Derek shook his head.

"There isn't anything I can do?"

"No, not really."

Stiles frowned, but eventually sighed and got into his bed. "Okay, you can do it, if you need to." He closed his eyes waiting for this weird mating thing to begin again.

"I'm actually okay for tonight Stiles." Derek stood up and stared at Stiles in his awkward position on the bed with amusement.

"Really?" Stiles asked sitting back on his feet. "So, no more jumping me?"

"I can't promise you that the closer we get to the full moon." Derek said removing his jacket. He set it on the desk and got into bed next to Stiles. "I'll try my best to not fuck you."

"Do you have to call it fuck?"

"Do you have to not call it fuck?"

"I don't know, I'd prefer to call it sex, love making, something besides-"

"Go to sleep Stiles." Derek said reaching over and turning off the light.

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Peter...could not be tamed! So he showed up ready to kill. Looks like the action came to them! (I wonder if any of you saw that coming?)

So next chapter, things will heat up a little between Stiles and Derek with the full moon coming up, and Scott may or may not start to have a bigger part in this story. (I bet all of you thought Scott was just an awkward turtle character in the background for filler, muhahaha!)

But yes, please leave comments telling me what you liked, didn't like, or your thoughts in general about everything! Thank you so much!