A/N: This is just a bit of a short one because I haven't uploaded for a long time; I tried humour but I don't know how well it worked

Also, slightly AU as Stiles doesn't seem to care about his appearance on the show

Derek stopped outside of the next shop in the mall, noticing the huge red 'SALE' sign hanging in the window.

"Absolutely not" he said turning slightly to his boyfriend, "no more."

Stiles however, ignored him and walked right in, pausing only to feel the thickness and check the price of a few items.

Derek wandered in after him, his arms laden with bags – all Stiles'. He switched off from the world and followed dutifully until he realised that Stiles had led them to the changing rooms, his arms already full of clothes.

"Not a chance" Derek snarled.

"Shush you" Stiles muttered as he took the ticket from the supervisor of the changing rooms.

"Stiles we've been at this for hours; there can be nothing else you need to buy." He called at his lover's retreating form.

The younger turned back but merely pressed a kiss to the wolf's stubbly cheek and walked off to try on his clothes.

Derek plonked himself down in a waiting chair, a dark scowl on his face.

"Mate, my girlfriend isn't even that bad" a young man chuckled next to him.

Derek's scowl only deepened as he tried to keep all of Stiles' bags from falling over.

He failed. Miserably.

Stiles came out in one of his outfits and stood in front of the wolf.

Derek looked up. "Yes?"

"Well? What do you think?" Stiles asked.

"I think that it's exactly the same as you bought in the last shop we were in and I'm almost certain that I don't care."

Stiles's smile dropped. "It's a good job I love you."

"Aren't I lucky" Derek drawled sarcastically. However, his eyes danced with mirth and a soft smile graced his lips as he watched his boyfriend walk off to try on more clothes. Luckily he caught himself before the other men, or, God forbid Stiles saw it.

When his lover finally came out of the cubicle, Derek looked over at the huge pile of clothes in his arms with a raised eyebrow.

Stiles pouted "I like all of these."

Derek looked unimpressed.

"Pretty please" the younger wheedled.

His boyfriend still did not move.

"Fine, I won't have this one" he complained, picking out one shirt with an exaggerated eye-roll and thrusting it at the man on the desk.

Derek's eyebrow rose even higher, nearly disappearing into his hairline. One shirt out of ten didn't make much of a difference.

"How is this my life?" Stiles asked the heavens, his eyes looking to the ceiling and his shoulders lifted in despair. He carelessly thrust another top at the waiting man, scowling all the while.

Stiles suddenly grinned devilishly and walked closer to Derek. He sat on the arm of his chair, smirking. "For every item I buy, I'll do 'something' for you." He winked flirtatiously.

"What kind of something?" Derek remained cold.

Stiles stroked a finger down the elder's arm. "Your call, babe." He leant closer to whisper "whatever you want."

It was now Derek's turn to smirk. He turned his head so his lips brushed against his boyfriend's before whispering "I want you... to not get the clothes."

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "Tough balls." He stood up and headed back out into the shop before stopping to think for a moment. "Actually, it'll be blue balls if you don't wipe that horrible scowl off your face."

Derek instantly sat up slightly straighter and his frown lessened minutely, causing Stiles to chuckle.

The younger looked over his shoulder and batted his eyelashes, "you wouldn't have me any other way."

"Maybe six feet under" the elder muttered.

Stiles was scandalised. "Just for that" he started, "I'm getting these too." He grabbed his previously discarded clothes from the salesman and stalked out of the changing rooms.

The other men in the area of the shop laughed as Derek struggled to pick up his many shopping bags and he followed his lover, muttering darkly something about "throats" and "teeth".