A/N: Hey there guys, I'm finally back.

Sweet mother of video games and TV series! I'm so fucking tired right now, but then again i'm the only one to blame. Seriously, you people don't even imagine how much trouble this chapter gave me. It was like I had to keep squeezing my poor brain for ideas and plots.

Anyway, since you guys are porbably anxious to read the update then I'll save the ranting for later, lets get to business.

DISCLAIMER: Blah blah blah Teen wolf not mine and all this is just for fun blah blah blah.

Have fun. :)


Chapter 4. - Relentless until dawn

He huffed and sighed slumping down on the chair, actually it was more like sprawling his body across the piece of furniture, being careful of not falling through either of the sides of the seat. His breath was even and puffing out white clouds every time he exhaled, the cold air was already kicking in and refreshing his strained and sweaty muscles. He enjoyed the sense of calmness invading the room despite the muffled-yet-still-quite-loud-music that roared through the walls, but when his ears heard the several screams and whistling going on he smiled. He knew, as well as anybody who had at least worked in The Pack for a couple of weeks, that those loud noises were because Spark was doing his show. Man did it sound crowded, and it was just his first performance of the night.

As he kept aimlessly wandering inside his thoughts the sound of the door being opened snapped him back to reality.

"Hey bro, what's up?"

"Hey bro." the blonde boy sat upright, "Aiden where've you been? Isn't your turn in just a few more minutes?"

"God, Ethan, relax." he groaned. "Besides, Spark is performing right now, do you really think the crowd will clear as soon as he's finished?" he lifted up his eyebrows remarking his question.

"Ok, ok, you have a point," he said again slumping himself down on the chair, "Still you should start getting ready." tearing his eyes from his brother Ethan just stared at the air for a few minutes while placing his hand over his left shoulder to gently massage it.

"Ever so demanding and professional, right bro?" he said snickering while heading for his wardrobe, letting out a little chuckle when he heard Ethan growling at him. "By the way, what's up with your shoulder?"

"Remember when I said this morning that it felt kind of stiff?" he asked with eyes closed, his hand diligently massaging the affected area. He continued once he heard his brother hum at him. "Well I think it's gotten worse, it feels really sore."

"Obviously," Ethan quickly turned around to confusedly glare at his brother's back, "With the way you keep exerting yourself it's no surprise, so here." he said quickly turning around to toss a box at Ethan's head.

"Hey!"

"I went to Kali and ask her about getting the physician to get your shoulder checked, but as usual she had already locked her ass up in the office when I went to see her." he said turning again to his wardrobe, "But then Ennis saw me about to knock on her door and almost kicked me away, when I told him about your shoulder he gave me those and practically told me to fuck off."

Ethan gave him a warm smile. "Thanks bro."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Aiden said hastily.

Even though Ethan couldn't see his brother's face he knew that the other boy was furiously blushing, it was one the things about being twin brothers. They were quite used to moments like these, where it was only the two of them in the comfort of a private moment between brothers. Not that it was a great bonding moment or anything but both Ethan and Aiden felt that the times where they could just be together, even if they were doing nothing but sitting around, were the moments they would cherish the most. They only cared to be there for each other if needed. They were brothers and nothing was going to change that. Of course, the emotional part was mostly on Ethan's behalf while Aiden wasn't so open about it (or more like being an emotionally-constipated-jerk on Ethan's words).

Both brothers were snapped out of their silent moment when they heard the drowned sounds of cheers and whistling.

"Looks like Spark's about to be done with his first act." says Aiden nonchalantly.

"Yeah," Ethan eyed his wristwatch, "That gives you around ten minutes to get ready." The older twin smirked when he heard his brother curse under his breath.

"You know, it's kind of weird how some people can appear to be so shy or reserved but completely make a 180 turn in some situations." Aiden's sudden and somewhat completely out of place comment made the other twin frown all confused.

"What?"

"Yeah, I mean, like this chick I once dated," Ethan nodded, "She was quite shy and all, actually I could sometimes barely hear her voice whenever she spoke." Aiden's eyebrows rose as he sighed, "But, man, the moment we got to bed, you should've seen us," Ethan's face twisted with disgust, "We were rolling around like-"

"Don't!" the older twin interrupted, his back pointing at Aiden who turned to him smirking evilly. "I swear to god, if you complete that sentence I will smother you with my underwear."

"Okay, okay, Jesus," he said trying to sound serious, though his laughter didn't help much.

"Aiden what's your point?" he said exasperated.

"Ok, well, my point is that some people tend to use double personality."

"Yeah, I got that the moment you tried to mentally scar me, what I don't get is where is this coming from." when another loud cheer roared in the room Aiden tilted his head signaling to the door.

"Spark."

"What about him?"

Aiden sighed with frustration, "Don't you remember?" he saw his brother raise his eyebrows confused, "I mean when we first joined The Pack. I remember how Spark used to be all serious and shit, but every time he was on stage it was like he became this whole different person."

Ethan just rolls his hand as a gesture for him to continue.

"My point is," he marks those works tilting his head as if to say 'Please catch on to my sentences' and then adds, "Spark seems a lot more loosen up then what he was back in those days, like he doesn't have to hide so much anymore."

Ethan gives him a significant look. "Spark has always been very secretive with his life outside The Pack, you know?" when he sees his brother nod at him in recognition of the statement Ethan turns his back to him to grab a glass of water and chug down two of the painkillers Aiden brought him. "Did you know that only Deucalion knows his real name?" he says once his mouth its clear of water and pills.

Aiden, who has now changing clothes for his performance, nodded in agreement. "I've also heard that Spark has a special contract."

"Not that he's already almost every one's favorite, right?" Ethan said smirking and Aiden snorted.

After a few seconds of silence another wave of loud cheers roared.

"Hey," Aiden called his brother after a few seconds of silence, "You think that next weekend will be worse?"

The cheers echoed once again.

"I'd say definitely." the older twin smirked.


Kali was smiling.

The cheering crowd was a sign of the great success that was this place, the business she and Deucalion had worked so hard to keep on top of every other competition they could come across. The tons of people she could see through her two-side window were the living proof of the achievement she and her boss had acquired, it felt quite nostalgic whenever she looked back at the time when they first started out with this. It had been a long and rocky road in the beginning, but they had managed to keep it steady with their wits and skills over the several years that The Pack had been running now. There were also times when they thought that they would end up empty handed, seeing every one of their efforts go to waste. Luckily it hadn't been so. All in all The Pack was a treasure she had become deeply fond of, and she knew that both she and Deucalion would try to always give it their best to keep things just like they had envisioned them.

That belief changed two years ago… or more like it would be two years next weekend.

Kali, with arms crossed over her chest, turned around and pointed the controller in her left hand to a recording device resting on the highest shelf of the bookseller furniture in the left of the office. She huffed with annoyance tapping the REC button on the controller, as soon as the device beeped signaling that the order had been confirmed her arms slumped down in her sides. A small chuckle in the corner of the room made her snap a glare in that direction.

"So," the gruff voice of the shaved man standing near the door caused Kali's left brow to twitch, "I assume that would be another request from the boss?" he asked all smugly crossing his arms.

"I will not answer your stupid question." she said turning around to glance through her two-side window once again.

"ok, ok, I get it." he said approaching her and standing by her left side.

Both of their gazes were fixed on the young dancer who was still on stage, waving and flashing a toothy shiny smile while back stepping until he was out of sight behind the stage curtain. Was his imagination or the kid seemed a little stiff? The thought struck him as odd. Ennis couldn't really say he knew the kid too well, but he could say he knew him enough to know that Spark wasn't the type of person who turned stiff (no pun intended) after a show; he also knew that the boy didn't suffer from stage panic or anything of the sort that made a person seem awkward; and also if that was the case, Spark had already been performing for The Pack for a good length of two years. Why the hell would the kid appeared to be uncomfortable after all this time? It made absolutely no sense whatsoever, so it had to be his imagination after all.

"This is going to be another successful night." commented Ennis nonchalantly.

"As it always is and will continue to be." replied Kali with a tone of 'duh, obviously.' The fact that the woman was keeping the topic instead just flipping it off confirmed to the taller man that he had just imagined the whole 'awkward Spark' thing, otherwise Kali would have said something about it… she always had something to say.

"Indeed," he said, "You know, there is one thing I just can't wrap my head around."

"What thing?" she asked giving a side-glance.

"Why?"

Kali merely rose an eyebrow as if to say 'I need more than that you know'.

"I mean Deucalion," he continued when the woman nodded, "What is it with him and this- this- this fixation of his?"

"Fixation?" she deadpanned.

"Yes, fixation." he repeated pointing his finger at the empty stage through the window and then at the recording device on the shelf.

The secretary's eyebrows rose up in sign of understanding, after which she sighed heavily and closed her eyes to massage her lids. "Honestly, I wish I knew."

"Then it seems that both of us are thinking the same about this, right?" he gave her a significant look.

"If by this you mean that Deucalion may be as well just throwing down a cliff everything we have worked for, then yes," she sighed again shaking her head and keeping a fixed stare at the audience down on the main hall.

Ennis remained quiet, carefully eyeing the woman beside him. He was quite surprised to see the ever so calculating woman in this state, never before he ever even imagined he would see a worried Kali. "You haven't thought of something yet, huh?"

"In all honesty, I'm still trying to come up with something."

He kept his gaze over her, baffled. "Since how long?"

She made a low growl. "Does it really matter?"

Ennis only sighed.

For the moment he decided against pushing Kali for more info on the matter, he knew very well and he was sure that sooner or later the woman would come up with a plan. They had known each other long enough for Ennis to know that the woman wouldn't let anything or anyone get in their way, not when they had fought for long to achieve what they had now.

In the meantime it was best to focus on the ongoing party.


As soon as she stepped into the house her lips curled up in a faint smile, especially when she watched her son practically smeared across the stairs while several boxes were scattered around him. The boy's messy-mop was buried beneath a jumble of old clothes he was using as a pillow; his legs were being supported by a pile of boxes sealed with gray tape; and one of his arms was hooked up in the stairs' railing while the other arm was wrapped around an old looking album, the album cover said McCall.

Melissa knew very well that old withered book.

Slowly taking the book from his son's arm, Melissa also slipped her fingers between the boy's mop gently breezing them through Scott's hair and smiling again when the kid started to shift without waking. Deciding to let the boy rest some more she took the album and went to sit down on the enormous couch of the living room, opening the album and flipping through its pages.

The old McCall album contained pictures since Scott's birth to the present time, most of the pictures were of her and her son as the years went by: birthday parties, camping trips, moments of them on the hospital whenever Scott or Stiles got injured for whatever thing they were doing, elementary school, holiday parties like Christmas and others, and many other pictures. Some pictures included other people important to both of them; proof was that at least half of Scott's pictures included mostly Stiles. There were also pictures with the sheriff, especially in the time when he used to scold them for whatever antics they came up with, as well as pictures of Lydia, Jackson and Danny who they knew pretty much since third grade.

As the pages flew by so did the memories of old times, memories of all the good times she and her beloved son had built up together since she could remember. It was quite gratifying to see her little messy-mop boy growing into a fine and dependable messy-mop man, with that cute and trust-inspiring smile that was able to win over anyone's heart (hell, if it had worked with Jackson, although the blonde kept saying otherwise, then it was completely undeniable).

There were also pictures of their high school time together, pictures that started to include Allison. There was a time when Melissa didn't trust their so proclaimed love, she was pretty sure it was nothing more that teenager horniness. Not that she wanted to be the evil character in the story or anything but she really just didn't liked the idea of seeing his son all heartbroken, she knew her son was strong and could easily rise up to anything life threw at him (just like he did since the day his father abandoned them) but she also knew how hard and difficult it was to overcome the disappointment of the so called first love. With those thoughts and the resolution of a mother capable of doing anything for her child, Melissa and Allison started a very rocky relationship and kept it quite unstable for the length of almost a whole year. The most stressful time of Scott's life and, unbeknownst to the teen, also for Melissa.

The decisive moment came on the boys' last day of school during sophomore year.

That day Lydia had called them all to make a dinner in celebration for yet another successful school year (mostly for her high grades and the fact that the others, namely Scott, had barely made it through), which is why she had arranged said dinner at her home inviting all of the gang together with their parents. By that time Scott was already well acquainted with Chris (actually just last week was the time when Scott had been accidentally shot with Allison's bow by Chris). To say that the dinner was a great event with be to overestimate it because, even though most people could say that nothing out of the ordinary was going on, most of the guests (that is to say Scott, Jackson, Lydia, Stiles and Chris) could sense some kind of tension in the air… or more specifically hear it whenever Melissa and Allison exchanged words. At some point during dinner both Allison and Melissa ended up alone in the kitchen while the others were still eating in the dining room, both of them had offered to get some more food for the table. As Allison went to grab another bowl of mashed potato proceeding to heat in the microwave while Melissa picked another bowl of salad, making apparent harmless small talk while they waited for the bowl to finish. It was during this small talk that things started to get a little bit intense, their so called innocent chat started to become more of a discussion (weird enough they both had manage to not be heard by the others). In the end, probably because it was destiny or something, Allison finally proved herself to Melissa. How? The young girl, quite fed up of all the bickering and the hostilities, simply asked if Melissa thought that breaking up with Scott would be the best for the boy in the long run.

Melissa was stunned.

Many could've said that the girl's words came out rash and rude; however, Melissa could see it clearly as the sun, that shine of honesty and love that only a woman who really loved with all of her heart could show. Also it was the implications behind the question, she was only asking how could she help to make Scott really happy in the future, nothing else mattered to Allison but the wellbeing of the disheveled boy and Melissa was pretty sure that whatever answer she gave the girl would follow it… even if the answer was for her to leave for ever. So after carefully thinking about an answer for Allison, Melissa simply smiled at her and said that if she really cared for her son and his happiness then she would come up with the right answer all by herself. Feeling a little bad for the smirk she did at the girl's confused face she decided to leave the teenager alone with her thoughts, giving her a tight hug before she exited the kitchen. Allison was flabbergasted at Melissa's gesture.

She would never know what really happened between Scott and Allison but judging by the bigger than usual smile on her son's face the night after that dinner she figured that both teens had relied their feelings to each other, finally clearing out every last bit of doubt in their hearts. The big hug that Scott gave her that night all the while widening that goofy but cute smile of his was more than enough to prove it.

Allison was definitely the right girl for his son.

As her hands kept flipping over the pages of the album suddenly her eyes caught sight of a paper sliding off from the book and gliding down to the floor, the piece of white paper had some words written on the back. Melissa bowed down to pick it up. Reading the inscription on the paper she quickly turned it over revealing a picture she thought she had lost long ago... actually she thought she had disposed of that picture years ago. She felt a sting in the back of her eyes.

The picture was old, really old, so old that is was yellow around the edges, and judging by the crumples in the paper it was safe to say that it looked like the picture had been handed over and over again like a card in a poker game. The photo featured several couples standing and smiling at the camera man, at their backs there was a forest with thick foliage. Melissa's eyes focused on the two couples at the right end of the picture, each couple had a baby and both babies were sticking out a hand and trying to reach each other. The woman's lips curled into a warm smile.

"Maybe it was destiny after all." she whispered.

Her eyes diverted to the other end of the picture where another couple was holding their own baby, a little boy who was tightly clutched to his mother despite the big smile in his little face.

"Definitely… it was destiny that brought them together."

The room remained silent, except for Scott's occasional snores, while Melissa kept staring at the picture, a picture of old times and old friends… some of them had passed away long ago and others had just left.

Melissa couldn't hold back the tears this time.


The clock in the nightstand started to beep with the alarm.

The alarm was set to turn on at five in the morning.

The ear-drilling buzz was cut off when a big hand slammed down on the alarm machine, echoing a loud thud when the whole hand had turned (or smashed, cause it's not like anybody would care) off the alarm. Said hand lazily slid off from the machine and ungracefully landed again on the mattress, making grabbing gestures as if the air was solid enough to accomplish that.

He eyes were staring at the ceiling but his mind was not even in the vicinity of his house; his back was resting in the comfy patch of sponginess that was his bed but his muscles were far from relaxing; and his whole body was still numb despite not even being able to claim he had done exerting exercises. Despite everything he physically appeared to be, we was far from being okay… at all.

Indeed.

Derek Hale was shocked.

He was shocked and still couldn't figure out if that was a good thing or bad thing. Mostly because it wasn't like he could say that he saw something unappealing or anything of the sort.

Because that was not totally the case… it was quite the opposite.

Really opposite.

What he had seen back there was actually good, more than good, actually better than good… ok, scratch all that, what he saw back in The Pack was amazing.

Seriously.

The mental shock he was trying to deal with was for something else. And no, he was definitely not a prude… ok, maybe a little bit old fashioned, but that's beside the point.

But yeah, it was really good what he saw.

And that inner corner of his brain, that sounded just as smugly as his uncle (and also sounded with the same voice as his uncle, as if having to deal with the real one since he can remember wasn't annoying enough), agreed with him in his opinion; however, the other half of his brain was writhing almost in pain, trying to reach him with the last bit of rationality and sanity and decency that his mind claimed to have.

That's what was confusing him the most.

It's not like this was Derek's first visit to a nightclub or strip club or any kind of club for that matter, and unfortunately Peter was the one to thank for that. It wasn't also like he hadn't seen stripers making erotic moves and enticing dances while being on stage in front of lots of people before… or an private room against the rational and decent part of your soul for that matter (again, thanks Peter). He also couldn't say that it wasn't like it he hadn't seen naked bodies before (either man or woman), so he was no stranger to the aesthetics of the human body. Hell, he even wasn't against kinks, because being honest, who doesn't have a kink? Even if it's just a harmless one… and thank fuck his were, at the very least, somewhat innocent ("Listen all you need is the right moisturizing lube and a steady-" "Jesus Christ, Peter! No! Just- No!").

For crying out loud! He was already a full grown man in his late twenties (who had just recently turned twenty eight, do not forget that) who had experienced the pleasure of adult life in all ways… okay, correction, a man who had explored the pleasures of adult life in all the decent ways, thank you very much.

Bottom line, he was not a virgin, okay?

'Then why so twitchy about what you saw?' asked that smugly inner voice he hated so much.

But it did have a good point. Why was he like this?

Thus, Derek had to relive recent events for a third fucking time.

While sitting alone in the booth he kept occasionally sipping at his drink while waiting for the grand show that he had heard about from both Marc and Matt, not really getting what was all the fuss about a simple striper. Regardless he had already mentally told himself that he would follow Peter's advice ('Oh my god, I just hope I don't get to regret this') and enjoy the rest of the night, not caring to follow any kind of reasoning that his brain kept trying to put into him. He would not be Derek Hale, he would just be Derek.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the lights around the place started dimming and a single spot light was illuminating the stage, at the cue every person in the hall went completely silent and the seats started to fill. 'Wow, so he's that good to get this reaction?' thought the raven haired man as he took another sip and sat up straight to glance the stage.

As he took yet another sip of his blue bright drink the announcer started to speak.

"Everybody! Welcome once again to this, your humble house and refuge! The den where you can enjoy yourselves to your heart's content!" Derek just had to snort at that, because of what he saw so far he just couldn't disagree with that.

"As always we open the night with a special show just for the members of The Pack." the whole audience started to cheer and clap. The Hale boy' eyebrows rose, it seemed that every night people were expecting this show.

"He has many names among you folks," some whistles started to sound making echo, "Some of you call him the pale Wonder boy, other address him as the white silk artist, and many call him the Milky Way walker." By the tone the guy used with that last nickname Derek understood why his uncle was so keen in getting to know this place, so many innuendos that he couldn't really care to count them anymore.

"So without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, here is the Human-constellation-chart" ('What the fuck?') "and pride of The Pack. I present to you. SPARK!"

As soon as the big black curtain in the back of the stage flung open, every other thought Derek was having in regards to that last and weird-as-fuck nickname was quickly toss aside. His muscles tensed at the very sight he had before him, the hand holding the highball glass tightened its grip. The pale green eyes he had, like the aiming system of a high-tech weapon, made a full lock on to the person over the stage, or maybe not so much of an older guy as he had thought at first. Seriously. By the body's complexion and the thin frame Derek could've swore that the guy dancing was underage and being forced against his will, probably some poor kid who got stuck in this kind of world, maybe his parents had neglected him and was taken in by the club or maybe he had been sold to pay a debt… no, it was not the time to let stupid deductions and weird novel-style plots wander into his mind. Not only because of how ridiculous they sounded but also because his mind was again distracted as the 'boy' (he looked young so he was going to stick with that) passed right beside him.

As the music kept sounding and increasing its beat the boy's body began to twirl and twist back and forth through the entire stage, occasionally using the poles he had at his disposal to make gymnastic-level moves. The tight white suit he was wearing seemed to stretch like a second layer of skin over his lean muscles, at every twist he could see shadows being casted over his body and the playful lights danced over these making enticing figures of various colors. His eyes diverted every now and then to the holes in the suit, revealing patches of pale-white skin that looked far more silkier and smoother than anything he had ever seen in this world. Was this kid even real? The way his muscles kept trying to jump out of the suit made him look so surreal. Those firm looking thighs, that long and desirable back, the lean and pounding chest, the slim and graspable shoulders, those big and kissable lips…

'Okay, no. What the hell?!' he berated himself.

Derek was feeling completely lost in this show, but before he could even chain a straight line of ideas his thoughts were once again trapped by the kid.

The music had suddenly changed from its normal rhythm to a calmer beat, like setting a relaxing mood into the crowd. When his eyes darted towards the stage, frantically looking for the boy, he let out a muted yelp when he found the boy standing right before him. Since the booth he was sitting in was slightly positioned on the right of the front side of the stage, there was not really any place for being surprised. But Derek was, he was really surprised, he was taken aback… actually scratch all that, because there were really no words to describe how he was feeling, and it wasn't also like he had any sanity at the moment to even form a coherent thought. When his brain finally registered what his eyes were seeing that was it, his entire being short circuited. a pair of hazel green eyes grew wider as his mind finally understood what the announcer had meant by 'Human-constellation-chart.' He could swear that his heart had practically stopped at the very sight before him, because his eyes were now glancing an uncharted constellation of moles spread across an infinite white-silk firmament of skin twisting and stretching in the leanest and the firmest body he had ever seen.

Recovering a little bit from the short circuit Derek finally registered that the stripper was now a few clothes away from total nudity, his only free hand that he had decided to keep pinned on the table started to make grabbing gestures. That last rational part of his mind was clearly registering his actions as inadequate, but his body had stopped listening a long time ago. Spark's primordial zone (shut up, that's how he had decided to call it) was now covered by a pair of black-ass-tight-glittering boxer briefs that were, as well as the previous white suit, defining the last hidden muscles. The curvature of a tight ass casted new enticing shadows over the pale thighs, and the ever stretching lean muscles now were visible over those equally pale long and mouth-watering legs that made contrast with those black boot hiding the last tensing muscles that were lost under the calf. When the boy gave his back to the audience Derek was mentally tracing every line he could see; from the lines that seemed to form a downwards-pointing arrow in the small of the back as well as the ascending lines that rose from the sides of his narrow waist, ending in the formation of those the shoulder blades snuggling the silky pale skin. The last lines that rose to the back of the pure white neck did not go unnoticed.

'Seriously! What the hell is wrong with this kid?!' his mind kept screaming.

Once more Derek failed in his inner attempt to make any decent thoughts when eyes were left stranded yet again at another detail from the kid. The mask. His eyes started to widen at the sight of that wolf-like mask. It was almost exactly the same as his, only being different in the designs over the face and the switch of the fur's colors. Where Derek's wolf was black with a line of white in the center, Spark's was white with black in the middle. The young Hale's mind was refrained from going anywhere beyond the mere fact that they were both wearing possibly matching masks. No, he had to keep telling himself that it meant nothing at all.

Derek's brain was thrown into another loop when the slow inviting music suddenly changed the rhythm again to a fast paced one, making Spark to bolt yet again into another set of moves. His body, now mostly uncovered, was yet again casting new shades over every visible corner of the white pale skin; the last show of shades and lights over the forgotten white suit seemed now like a lame preview of the real show. The raven haired man was now lost in the hands that were hovering just above every patch of skin, the long slim fingers of the stripper seemed to wriggle back and forth as if they were tracing invisible lines that were connecting the dots over the pale layer of his body. How many people desired to be tracing those lines as well? Derek suddenly felt a rush of anger when he thought about the answer. Luckily his anger was forgotten when Spark jumped into one of the poles. The boy was keeping a hard grip on the pole with both hands, fingers firmly attached to the metal object. At first Derek didn't really know what to make of the scene before him, especially not when he saw a long leg rising to tense around the pole. 'Oh… my… god...' his mind said when the firm grip started to loosen up as the leg tensed even more. Once the grip of his finger was lost, with a little bit of impulse and with the help of gravity, Spark's body started to circle the pole slowly sliding down as the leg around it kept making friction with the metal surface. It was like being in a constellation observatory how, only that instead of watching said constellations from the inside these were now rolling in front of his eyes, embodied on the slim boy right before him. Like watching a globe map spinning in front of you… only the map was a human body, a body full of stars.

When the music's beat kept accelerating Derek knew that the show was about to end, his insides feeling a bit disappointed for perceiving the finale of the boy's performance; however, any other thought that he could or did want to give into the matter was toss outside the window of his head when the last beats made a resounding clash and the stripper ended his number with a crawling position on the floor in the front side of the stage with all three spotlights shining down on him. He was marveled at the sight before him, the boy in a crawling position… a very enticing position, mind you. Spark's chest was going up and down at an alarming rate, almost as if his heart was about to jump out it. His muscles twitched in protest, they were most likely overexerted from all the movements the kid had done. His entire body was covered in a glowing layer of sweat, drops of it hitting the stage as they dripped from several points of the slim and firm body. His lips open and panting, trying to fill his lungs with the air he so needed ('Probably some help with getting air into his lungs would be good' said that smugly voice). Finally he saw the kid's eyes looking at his audience… only to be locked into his one second later.

Time stopped.

They were the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen in his entire life.

Two pools of melted chocolate, probably of the most delicious kind.

The nurturing brown that gave life to the nature he loved so much.

A brown that, in an instant, had been tattooed with fire into his mind.

After that Derek couldn't really recall but a few things: like immediately leaving once his brain registered Spark's absence from the stage, bumping into a few people on his way out, finding Matt at the entrance, the boy asking him for a phone number and oddly enough Derek agreeing to give him one, reaching for the Camaro totally forgetting about Peter (not the first time he did that kind of pay back on his uncle by leaving him stranded, nor that the the older Hale cared so much about it), parking in the Hale Manor's drive way, and finally slumping face down on his bed trying to register recent events. He remembers side glancing the clock of the nightstand just before he had face planted in the bed, it was around two o'clock when he arrived. Which means he had spent the last three hours thinking, still trying to figure out just what the hell happened.

He felt deadbeat, so fucking tired that his brain was failing to form any more ideas.

"Spark..."

With that last whisper coming from the memory of those brown chocolate eyes, Derek finally surrendered into slumber.

Tomorrow would be a perfect day to freak out more comfortably.

Fuck.


Ten o'clock in the morning.

That's what the clock perched atop the wall said when breakfast was served at the Hale's table, half of the family members missing. Peter, sitting on the right seat on the table's far end, was reading the newspaper while drinking his usual black coffee, occasionally lingering in whatever page he was reading to take a discreet look around the table. Laura was seated right across her uncle, happily munching on her Sunday-custom pancake dish drown in fresh maple syrup. Both of them dressed in what they usually call 'Sunday clothing': Peter in a large crimson satin robe with matching pajama bottoms and slippers; Laura was wearing her clear light-gray nightgown together with a filmy gray robe, displaying her smooth shoulders and arms, with her legs elegantly crossed and one of her gray fluffy slippers hanging from the floating foot she held up.

"Where's Cora?" the older Hale said suddenly.

"Probably sulking in her room." she said shrugging.

"Sulking?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Because of Derek's Camaro." she answered before shoving more pancakes into her mouth.

"Oh yeah," he said in recognition, "I completely forgot about that. I swear, that kid just never learns, does she?" he returned his eyes to his newspaper.

"She's persistent, I give her that much." Laura said after gulping down some milk.

"And where's your mother?" he asked looking around. "She usually threatens me with maiming for not attending family breakfasts, so one would think that she never misses these get-togethers." He started smirking, because it was quite rare the chances he could get stab Talia's back with her own words. Even if that meant an even more castrating moment for him later on his sister's account… Hale-brotherly-love.

"She went out early today, not sure why." Laura's tone was starting to sound a bit annoyed. It was a well known fact that Laura Hale did not tolerate anything that distracted her from her breakfast… or anytime whenever she was eating something for that matter.

"Just hope everything is okay." he returned to read again, hearing an accepting growl from Laura to his statement.

The older Hale continued side-glancing his niece as she shoved down the last remnants of her pancakes. Once he saw that the Hale girl was starting to drink from her glass of milk, Peter decided that it was safe to make more conversation without the risk of dismemberment.

"Do you know at what time did Derek return?" he said without putting away the newspaper. He decided against meeting a possible glare for interrupting 'Milk-drinking-time.'

Laura finished her last gulp of milk before answering. "Around two o'clock." When she didn't hear his uncle say anything she lifted her eyes, meeting a pointed look Peter that was clearly saying 'And how do you know that?' she added. "It was still talking on the phone when I heard his Camaro pulling into the driveway."

"Oh, I see." Laura did not like at all the tone he used, especially when she saw how the older man folded his newspaper putting it aside to give his full attention to her. "And, by the way, just who were you talking to?" he said smirking while he leaned over the table with his elbows, weaving his finger together and placing his chin on them.

Laura merely give him a blank stare, it was the Hale-language equivalent of 'It's none of your damn business, now fucking leave it at that.'

Just before Peter could think of a snarky comeback Derek stepped into the dining hall.

"G'morning." his voice sounded lazy and hoarse.

When both Laura and Peter their eyebrows almost disappeared into their hairlines.

"Oh my god, did just kill your way out of a prison compound? You look terrible!" Laura asked almost in a dramatic tone.

Derek was still dressed in the clothes he had wore yesterday when Peter took him to The Pack: pitch black jeans that almost looked like slacks which had wrinkles all over: a light gray button up shirt with its sleeves carelessly folded around the elbows and the collar all turn outside with on, the lower part of the cloth had been lazily tugged into the pants; a gray buckle belt loosely hanging around his waist and half of it hiding under the half-tugged button up: and he was barefoot since the boots he had yesterday had been tossed at some place of his bedroom.

"Wild night huh my nephew?" Peter asked smirking.

"Shaddap." he slurred unable to make a decent pronunciation and taking seat in the table, burying his head between his arms muffling a groan.

"Seriously though, baby bro, what the hell happened to you?" she crossed her arms raising an eyebrow.

Peter on the other hand leaned over the table, laying his chin on his hand. "I heard you came back at two o'clock in the morning. How did it go back there?"

"Back where?" Laura asked all confused, alternating glances between Derek and Peter.

"What about you Peter?" Laura frowned when Derek asked Peter while ignoring her. She was starting to feel really pissed about being left out.

Peter smirked gathering his thoughts, taking a deep breath before giving an answer. "Well," he began deciding to sit up straight, "Let's just say that I made new friends, who were kind enough to give a ride back home." He finished making a big smile.

"Why does that not surprise me?" groaned Derek again from under his arms.

"Well, my dear nephew, it's just obvious when you're this good looking." he said gesturing himself.

"It's even more obvious when you drunk your victims." Derek replied. Laura had to chuckle at that one.

"You defamation is something serious, you know Dery-boy?" he said in a dramatic tone.

"Drunk people have a hard time telling the difference between a friendly normal person and a suspicious friendly old pervert." Laura was now slapping both hands over her mouth, trying to choke down her laughter by ducking her head between her legs. Her shoulders were shaking. Derek was just groaning.

"You would be surprised to know how many people actually like my company." he crossed his arms unfazed by his nephew's words and then added pointing a finger at Derek. "Also, how many times do I have to tell before you remember it, I'm not old."

"Ok, that's it." said in louder tone the older Hale sibling after finally being able to get over her previous laughter, glancing between both Hale men. "Since I don't have any clue as to what the hell are you two talking about, and clearly you're not gonna let me in into the topic, I will excuse myself." she stood up pacing around the table towards Peter.

"In that case, have a nice and beautiful day, my lovely niece." he tilted his head to allow Laura to kiss his cheek.

"Will do Peter." after that she paced to Derek. "Seriously though, baby bro, you do look like you're about to die." she said gently patting his shoulder.

"Fuck off Laura."

She giggled. "I love you too baby bro." She leaned kissing his head. "But seriously, go take a bath. You reek like a plastered dead." And with that Laura was gone.

Peter waited for his niece's footsteps to fade in the second floor. "So," he said slowly, '"How was the party?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Why? Did something bad happen?"

"I just don't want to."

Again he waited a few second before keeping on. "You know," he started, "The guys I was with told me about this stripper boy, Spark." As soon as he saw Derek's body slightly twitching at the name Peter smirked. "Didn't get the chance to see him perform though, a real shame." he made another smirk when he saw his nephew's shoulder relax a bit. "Did you get the chance to see this famous kid?"

The younger Hale's silence was all he needed.

"I was thinking about going again, tonight." he remarked that words, swearing he saw Derek's ears perking up. "I heard Spark gives private sessions only on Sundays." Yet another evil smirk smeared Peter's face when he saw the young boy tensing again. 'Could it be…?' "Actually, my dear Dery-boy, taking advice from my new friends I went and made a reservation for a private session with Spark." Peter swore that this time he clearly saw his nephew shiver. 'Did he just…?' "But I just wanna make sure so tell me Dery-boy, how does this Spark looks like?"

Again Derek didn't answer.

'Oh. My. God.' the older Hale was really enjoying this. But before Peter could continue torturing his nephew his phone went off. As he answered not really caring he wasn't alone Derek tilted his head allowing one eye to perk up from under his arms, he was side glancing his uncle.

"Ah! Nice to hear from you my dear friend." Peter answered all smiley and waited to be greeted by the other person.

"I am most certainly not." Derek's eyebrow rose up in suspicion a both the statement and the fucking weird courteous tone in his uncle's voice.

"Yes, I know." the older Hale nodded, remaining silent while hearing the voice on the other side of the line.

"Actually it was great success if you ask me." Derek was trying to make sense of his uncle's phrases; something inside of him was telling him that Peter was doing this on purpose.

This time Peter went silent, making Derek remain still and almost holding a breath as he waited for his uncle to say something or at least make a reaction.

The older Hale let out a sigh. "I see." He said in a low solemn voice.

"Don't worry. I'll see what I can do about it. Bye" Derek started to sit up straight but stopped as he saw his uncle furiously typing in his cell phone. Peter remained seated as he kept typing with no end in sight, looking very focused on whatever text he was about to send.

For a few minutes Derek simply stared at the older man, hoping that his uncle would explain himself. Just when he was about to give up hope of any kind of reaction Peter stood up, quickly pacing out of the room.

"Something wrong?" the younger Hale asked, a worrying face crossing his face.

Peter stopped right at the entrance of the dining hall, hand rummaging the left pocket of his robe. "You're on a very lucky streak, Dery-boy." he said half turning his body around, only to toss something over the table.

"What are you-?" His half-processed thoughts came to a halt when said tossed object landed near his body which was now half-leaned on the table. Right beside Derek was the ID card that both he and Peter had received back at the club, the exclusive member card that could only be used inside The Pack.

"The reservation was made under that card's ID, so I suppose it will only accept that one." he winked at the younger Hale. "Just make sure to share all of the dirty details." he started exiting the room. "Hope you have fun, Dery-boy." He heard nothing but the sound of Peter's footsteps for a few seconds. "You don't need to worry about going to work tomorrow by the way, you can thank me later for that one." Came the older man's voice in a shout from the staircase.

Once his uncle's footsteps faded Derek finally remembered how to breath, his brain trying to recall the events from the last minute and frantically trying to process how things ended up as they were now. His uncle had just set him up with Spark, the Spark, the one and only stripper of The Pack who had blown off his mind just by watching him dance… in a stage... in front of lots of people… and now they were going to be alone. Was all this for real? As Derek kept glancing over and over at the ID card his uncle had left him behind, he found himself less and less able to deny all of this.

Now he had another chance to see him… privately… just the two of them... alone…

'Privately… Alone… Just the two of you… You'll have him all to yourself...' the smugly voice inside his brain that sounded like his uncle started to tease him as always.

He was going to be alone… with Spark.

Fuck.

Again.


"Whadda you mean Bennett quit?!" Stiles screamed to his phone, mouth half-full with the chilly hot dog he just made.

"Well it means what it means, Stiles." Danny's voice said on the other side of the line. "Usually when a person quits his or her job it means that person will not be working in the same thing again." The Hawaiian boy chuckled.

Stiles glared at his phone, as if that would make the tanned boy on the line feel his anger for treating him like an idiot.

"Anyway," Danny kept talking, "I called you to give you a heads up for next Monday, that's when the new kid will be starting." Stiles mentally groaned at that, because if this was for real then next Monday was gonna turn out into a very heavy day, especially with the new helper.

Stiles groaned, running a hand across his face but anyway felt grateful for the heads up. "Okay, thanks Danny. Better this than not having anyone at all, and I can start thinking about how to train the new pupil."

"Knowing you I thought as much." Danny chuckled.

"Anyway," Stiles remarked his words, "I'm thankful for this." Stiles finished his chilly hot dog. "(What are you doing by the way?)" He asked with his mouth half-full, not really thinking that his words were only understandable to him.

"Stiles… would you please first swallow whatever you're eating?" said the other boy with an annoyed tone.

The scrawny chuckled and then swallowed. "Sorry about that." he said immediately, not really meaning it. "I asked 'What are you doing?'"

"I am trying to get back to my study session," Stiles frowned and Danny added, "I was studying for my test on next Monday when Heather called me and gave the heads up about the new kid."

"Oh! I see, so it was her who knew first." Stiles snorted.

"Of course she knew since she's the one in charge of recruiting after all." his tone sounded with an obvious tone.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Anyways, Monday will be his first day right?"

"Uh huh, and you better act professional and train, not just goof around, you hear me?"

Stiles gaped, staring at his phone again. "I can be professional."

The Hawaiian snorted. "Like when Bennett joined us?"

"Hey! That one was for a good reason."

"Other than you giving into his flirt attempts? Cause I don't think there was." He heard Stiles choking and Danny smirked all smugly.

"I-I did not." He was sure the other boy started laughing because he stuttered a little. "Stop laughing you dick!" Since Danny didn't show any sign of stopping anytime soon Stiles added, "Well at least all we did was just some harmless flirting, instead of trying to suck out our faces in the backroom." Stiles made a fist-pump when he heard the other boy choking, muttering a 'yes'.

"Stiles! What the hell?!" Danny managed to say as soon as he recovered.

"You started it dude." he heard the other boy clearing his throat.

"Okay, okay, geez. Anyway I better get back to my study session, ok?" Danny said hastily.

"Sure thing Danny-boy. See ya tomorrow." he answered smirking.

"See ya." and with that the line went off.

Stiles left his plate on the table and went straight to his bed, ungracefully plummeting down on the mattress while letting his bare feet dangling on the edge. It was not like wanted to intrude in Danny's study session, god knows he always tried not to get in the way when his friends were doing important things, but he really didn't wanted to be alone with his thoughts… he wasn't ready to face them yet. That is why he had purposely been keeping himself busy for as much as he could since he woke up in the afternoon, desperately trying to not let any of yesterday's events to be recall by his mind.

Too bad his mind had to be just as fucking stubborn as him.

His memory began to recall last night.

After the initial shock of meeting those green eyes Spark wasn't sure he would be able to flinch even if his life depended on it, his brain had tried to make him react for several seconds but his body was just not answering. Finally it was the chorus of cheers and shouts that snapped him back into reality, giving him the strength he needed to tear away his eyes from those green pools of pure nature. He stood up using all of his will to not look again into the man with green eyes, but as the crowd acclaimed him he did a bow of gratitude and this time his eyes could evade the green ones.

This time Spark took in the whole aspect of the man before him: he was probably a bit more tall than him and few years older as well, it couldn't be much though; the guy had broad shoulders hidden under a black suede blazer, the arm muscles were almost trying to rip the cloth apart; a light gray button up shirt stretched over pecs and abs that looked hard as steel; pitch black jeans tightly snuggled against a pair of incredible worked legs; and a dark-gray buckle belt firmly gripping that amazing waist. Yeah, that man was fucking mouth-watering.

Slightly shaking his head Spark finally got a hold of himself and started walking backwards, occasionally bowing down to his audience and waving his hand. As soon as his feet made it behind the back limit of the stage the curtain began to close, and just as the curtains was about to completely conceal him from the crowd's view his eyes darted once more for those green eyes. His mind was thrown into another shock when he finally took notice of the man's mask: a wolf-like design with black fur and a white line of fur in the center, the inverted version of his mask. As the curtain finally closed off the loud sound of cheering together with all the whistling drowned the sound of him falling spectacularly on his ass as he tripped over a couple of wires.

As soon as his mind was finally back on full operation (fuck Jackson and his jokes about a few loose wires) he made a quick walk back to his dressing room, shutting off the door and hitting the shower right away. He needed something to cool off his mind, cold water was one of the few things that helped him to place his thoughts back in place. Good thing that nobody thought that his fall was odd, since the first day he started working in The Pack his flailing and hyperactive mind made it clear that he was quite prone to fall on his ass almost always after a dance. So it was safe to say that nobody would go to ask him about that fall he had.

When the time to make his second act came around Spark felt nervous about the fact that probably the guy with the wolf mask and the green eyes was still out there waiting to see him dance again, and he felt confused by that thought. But since the show had to continue Spark had no choice but to push his thoughts into a corner and go on, good thing he had a lot of experience in ignoring whatever fuss his brain tried to deal with. As soon as he hit the stage, ready to give his second show, his eyes immediately darted to the booth in the right side of the front of the stage; however, he did not expect to find said booth completely empty. The felling of his stomach dropping was also quickly ignored as his brain told him to keep on with the show.

The rest of the night went without problems.

As soon as he returned to his apartment he face planted his bed, he felt so tired that his mind didn't have the strength to remind him recent events (And thank fuck for that one). Even when he woke up in the afternoon he tried to keep his mind from remembering by busying himself with whatever trivial task he could do at the moment, hoping he could keep himself occupied until night when he had to return to The Pack.

Of course, he had no such luck and so now he was in his bed, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling while remembering those deep green eyes. His mind kept circling around the same question over and over again.

Was he going to see those green eyes again?

He found himself hoping not to, but at the same his stomach dropped at that thought. Odds were usually high at the option that things didn't happen twice, but his luck usually proved him wrong whenever he least need it.

'Does that mean I'm going to see him again?'

He hid his face behind his hands when the question popped in his mind, he was used to life always trying to piss him off. So considering what his life was chances were pretty high.

Damn it.


Chris was measuring the situation.

His fingers were weaved in a comfy pillow for his chin to rest, while his elbows supported all of his weight as he leaned over his oak desk. His eyes were intensively fixed on the wall, his mind of course didn't give a crap about the withered cream colored paint he had used on it (Allison had said that his sense of style was as colorful and lively as a mausoleum office and Lydia nodded in agreement). What really was keeping him worry (well not exactly worry as much as making him thoughtful) was the little text message brightly displayed on his phone's screen that was resting over the desk.

From '530-729-1486': Looked into what you said, you were right, the records are gone. Also to update you about him, he's actually doing better than expected. Still we'll have to go carefully.

He was really happy to receive good news for a change, it was certainly something that at the very least said that not everything was turning into shit; but he was also concerned about what had happened to those records since it was the only lead they had to-

"Dad?" Chris shook his head when Allison's voice breached through the cloud of thoughts he was immersed in. When he came around he noticed the girl standing in front of him on the other side of the desk.

"Allison," the man berated himself for the weak answer. "Sorry honey," he paused rubbing his face with both hands, "I didn't hear you coming in, something wrong?" He resumed his previous position , his eyes now fixed on his daughter.

"I should be asking you the same thing," she paused walking around the desk and kneeling beside the man, "You okay, dad?" her eyes fixed on him with worry pouring out of her pupils.

Chris took a deep breath as he looked at Allison right in the eye, feeling guilty for making her worry about him. "Yeah honey, I'm okay." he smiled at her.

"By the way you were frowning you didn't really look that okay to me." she gave him a significant look, tilting her head to the side.

Feeling inwardly alarmed when he noticed that his phone was still displaying that text message, he quickly grabbed the thing as he hugged the girl, thanking the heavens that she was more focused on him. "It nothing you should worry about honey, just business stuff." he said breaking the hug.

Allison shook her head. "You do know that every time you say 'Don't worry' that makes me worry even more, right?" She patted his leg. "Remember that we said that we would face anything together," she gave him a significant look, "So don't try to take all the burden alone, you know I'm always here."

Any other time Chris would've felt really proud of her daughter's strong heart and spirit, not to mention her sharpness as well… but he also knew that this wasn't something he wished for Allison to get involved with. "It's a little problem with a customer," the girl's nodded slightly in acknowledgement being that the cue for him to continue, "I was just trying to come up with the reason for that problem, but I think I just started over thinking it."

"Are you sure that's all?" she eyed him carefully.

For a moment Chris thought that this was how it felt for both Allison and Scott (or mostly for Scott) whenever he tried to catch up on both teen's lies. "It's just that he's one of my regulars, so..."

"Ah," she said smiling and catching the point Chris tried to make or more like fake, "Yes, how to forget your 'Customer service' policy, right?"

"You know it makes wonders for any kind of business, honey." He smiled.

"Well, if you insist." she stood up and walked away stopping by the exit. "Anyway, I came to see if you wanted anything special for dinner. I was thinking about making s'mores."

"Need the extra sugar rush for another texting session?" he smirked knowing he had made a bull's eye when Allison blushed furiously.

"Dad" she whined.

"It's okay honey, I understand." He stood up as well and walked around the desk to lean on the front side while crossing his arms. "You guys just need a little boost to keep it up all night." He smirked.

"Dad! Oh my god!" Allison got even redder as she tried to hide her face behind her hands, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't believe I'm hearing this from you."

"There's nothing to feel ashamed off." he shrugged like it was no big deal. "It's just natural for young people to try to keep their minds and bodies ready for a long night." smirking when he saw Allison squirming even more.

Allison on the other hand just kept shaking her head and groaning as her hand muffled several phrases as oh my god or stop it please and also few of this can't be happening to me.

Chris smirked again before pressing a little bit more. "Come on Allison," he said slowly pacing towards the girl and draping an arm around her shoulders when he was by her side. Allison stopped ranting behind her hands to eye him carefully, "It's completely normal that you and Scott, as a couple, like to keep each other up at night."

This time Allison felt like being suddenly swallowed by the ground wasn't so bad, her whining made it very clear.

"You know," continued Chris smirking yet again when the girl continued making muffled incomprehensible words to her hands, "You two remind me of when your mother and I were young." The room was filled with muffled groan of 'Ugh' from Allison. "Actually there was this one time when we-"

"Okay that's it!" she said out loud storming out of the office. Chris was trying to contain the laughter as he heard his daughter walking away while saying things like oh my god or I can't believe you just said that to me and also my ears are bleeding, his shoulder were shaking violently. "Your dinner will be nothing but a bowl of plain boring wheat cereal!" Her shout came from the kitchen.

Chris counted that last one as job really well done.

As he kept smiling his mind kept telling him how it was more and more imperative to protect her, whatever it was needed he would continue to protect Allison to the very end. She was all the family he had left… the only family left that was worth living for and protecting at any cost.

That was for sure.


"I should leave." said Derek.

He was sitting in a cushy black-felt love chair in the middle of one of the private rooms of The Pack, trying to fight off the big freak out that was trying to set by starting to fidget uncomfortably while twiddling his thumbs. The room was of a comfortable size to be able to contain four seats like the one he was occupying, three coffee tables in between the seats, and several big blocks (probably made of wood or something) coated in several paint colors that just lied across the room. He still couldn't believe he was there, in that room (which was starting to feel incredibly cramped with every passing second by the way) while he waited his private session with Spark to begin. His body squirmed again.

God, even mentally uttering that boy's name made his bowels twist with a mix of anxiety and excitement… he also felt like throwing up.

That night, following his uncle's invitation to attend the already scheduled appointment, Derek decided (against the better judgment of the rational part of his brain) to go to The Pack and meet with the stripper boy once again. Needless to say that the young Hale was so thrilled by the idea and yet at the same time so fucking terrified that he spent almost a good portion of the night playing hot potato with his room's doorknob, feeling like his hand burned whenever his hand reached for it in order to open his door. Finally allowing the less coherent side of his brain (probably the one side that had been most affected by living together with Peter for so many years) to win the argument, Derek was on his way to The Pack when his wristwatch signaled with a beep that it was already midnight. Still nothing was helping him with the fucking knot of nervousness that was his stomach, which why on his way here, for the first time Derek had driven the Camaro with the lowest speed limit allowed. It wasn't long after he drove out of the Hale Manor that he was now parking, oddly enough, in the same parking space he had used last night he came with his uncle. Before climbing down from the Camaro Derek's hand, without much of an order from his owner, reached for the glove compartment pulling out the wolf-designed mask he had wore yesterday. 'Maybe this will make him recognize me' his mind said but he mentally told himself to shut up, he forced himself to forget that stupid sense of hope in his chest.

Either way Derek decided to put the mask on.

Stepping through the entrance Derek felt quite surprised to find Matt in there; the young boy had recognized him immediately. After confirming the reservation with Peter's ID card (Not that anybody need to know that) Matt led Derek to the last room available for the scheduled private session, during their walk the boy was giving him all the instructions he needed to know about a private session... actually it was more like the only rule to follow during a private session: the performer set the rules. Just that.

´Reasonable enough.´ Thought Derek. After all it he were the one to give a show for other people then it was only natural that the rules would be there to make him feel more comfortable with the situation.

When the finally arrived at the designated place Derek, who was still pondering if all of this was a good idea by standing still at the entrance of the room, was practically being shoved inside of the room by a giggling Matt that was telling him he was incredibly lucky to get a reservation with Spark on a really short notice. As the door closed behind him he felt like he had been thrown into a lion cage, which caused Derek to stand motionless for at least ten minutes.

That's how the young Hale ended where he is now.

So as he kept rolling his thumbs around one another, his tendency to over think things started to freak him out. 'This was definitely a bad idea' he thought to himself. So just as he was standing up to leave the room and building up the confidence to leave the place without looking back (Also ignoring the fact that he would probably berate himself later for being a massive coward) the doorknoob turned and the door started to open slowly, Derek remained frozen in his seat. It took about ten holy-motherfucker-long seconds for the door to be fully opened, allowing the young Hale to have a full sight of that enticing and lean and delicious.. 'Ok stop it!' he mentally screamed to himself shaking his head. The sound of the door being closed forced him to focus on the ongoing moment.

He took a moment to take in the boy's appearance. Spark was wearing a new kind of 'stripper-attire.' Yeah it was kind of weird to say it like that now that he was remembering what the boy had wore when he saw him yesterday, but then again Derek didn't know if there was even a correct term for it, so fuck it. Spark was wearing a dark and thin sleeveless hoodie stretching around his slim torso, which was allowing the boy to flash people the silk looking skin of his lean yet firm looking arms. He had worn out jeans that were tightly clinging to his long legs, and the way the pants were clutching around his thighs Derek wondered just how snugly the pants looked on the swell of the boy's ass. The black buckle belt from yesterday was once again comfortably sitting around his waist, matching the black hiker boots. Al combined together with a plain black handkerchief covering his hair and the same wolf-like mask.

His heart skipped a beat when he realized that Spark was eyeing him as well, two more beats were skipped when Spark' lips tugged up into a faint smile. Good thing Derek was a master on the art of "Unfazed Appearance," god knows how much time he had to practice this art while living with his family… especially Peter. That being said and all, he still couldn't control his body from quivering a bit when Spark started slowly pacing towards him, his faint smile turning into a wider smirk with every step. By the time Derek's brain was back online and registering the whole situation, Spark was already leaning into his personal space.

"Well, well, If isn't Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Wolfy." the kid whispered in a low-seductive-tone grinning and hovering his body over Derek's without ever touching.

The young Hale's breath hitched yet his impassive facade remained, god knows why, so he simply smiles before answering. "Hey there Small-slim-puppy." 'Seriously, Derek?! I thought you had better wits for comebacks' said the smugly voice in his brain.

For a split second Spark's smile faded and returned even wider and more devilish. "Puppy, huh? Good to know you at least remember me."

"More like hard to forget." The words, which had come out on their own, were like a mental slap for him. It was official, this fucking enticing kid with his shit-eating-but-also-dazing smile was pushing him to the very edge of his self control.

The boy gave him a significant look without losing the smile. "Does that mean you been thinking about me?"

Fuck.

Stupid brain that sometimes ignored the mental walls of decency and proper behavior, it was like a disease that only activated every once in awhile and messed up with his mind whenever he spoke. Since some time ago he had named it the "Evil Hale Gene Disease," it was a truly evil congenital disease which affected the Hale family by destroying that part of the brain that saved you from saying things that were either stupid, depraved, asinine, embarrassing, or unsettling. Derek had figured it was affecting Laura, Cora and Peter… actually scratch that last one, Peter was probably the embodiment of this evil disease since he had no boundaries whatsoever to the things that came out of his mouth. Yeah, that had to be.

"Looks like the Big Bad Wolf lost its tongue." the low voice of Spark whispering close to his ear snapped him back to reality.

Derek saw the grin in the boy's face. "Actually, it's preparing for some action." Again Derek keep the surprise of his own words for his inner self. 'What the hell was that?!' He seriously needed to shorten his coexisting times with his uncle.

He saw the striper grin widely again. "Eager aren't we?" he said in a lustful tone and licking his lower lip. By the way, Derek did definitely not thought about trapping that pink tongue with his teeth. Seriously.

"I'm just waiting like a good customer." he answered in a very husky tone. 'Stupid mouth. Stop that!' His rational side screamed.

Spark stepped back a bit carefully eyeing the man, Derek remained unfazed as he saw those calculating chocolate eyes (and also a little disappointed when the boy stepped back, but not that anyone needed to know). The boy grinned again before pushing into his personal space once again, careful of not making body contact and just bringing his lips close to Derek's ear. "Then I guess I must oblige. Otherwise the Big Bad Alpha is gonna be mad at me."

Having said that Spark stepped back and climbed onto one of the blocks with his back to Derek, the young Hale man could see the kid evening his breathing. He remained expectant, shifting a bit in his place to get more comfy. His heart stopped when the kid made a sudden turn to end up facing him. Those brown deep chocolate eyes were looking at him intensely. Suddenly the fancy calm music beating in the room, which Derek didn't notice until that very moment because he was too busy first freaking out and the allowing his brain to shamelessly flirt, changed into a more fast paced tune.

Spark started to dance.

It was the most incredible thing Derek had experienced so far in life.

As the music started the boy also began to slowly sway into the beat, by swinging his hips from left to right in accordance with the tempo while starting to swing his arms with the same rhythm. The boy went first by doing his swings and sways without moving his legs, which Derek thought that it was a shame since he had incredible long legs. Nonetheless, the Older boy in the room couldn't complain since he was having this incredible kid all to himself in this very moment. As the music began to pick up a little more Spark also began to follow the beat, this time allowing his legs to move in accordance with it. He did a mid turn to side stand in front of the older boy shaking his body in more exotic way, the blurry reflections on the black sleeveless hoodie would sometimes trace the lean muscles that twisted together with the stretchy piece of cloth. The tight pants seemed to clutch even more to the kid's long and lean muscled legs, the jeans looked like they would give up at any moment. Derek's eyes widen when the kid did another mid turn, giving the older boy a more clear view his ass.

It was truly mouth-watering.

The dim colors that lighted the room were the right ones, the shadows they casted over the twisting young body allowed Derek to appreciate the sight. Spark's body was a mixture of dim lights of green and blue casting shadows that perfectly outlined every muscle of his body, from the very calf of his legs up to the lines that formed his neck and hid under the black handkerchief that covered almost all of that brown hair. Every single line in the boy body was dancing before Derek's eyes, and the Hale boy was enticed by the sigh and taken in by the image before him that he didn't notice when his body had started swaying to beat. When Spark did another mid turn to side glance his only viewer he made a grin, a grin that caused Derek's breath to hitch. It was a grin that hid behind the hunger with a playful glint of the eye. That's when the young man noticed what he was doing, he was swaying… fucking swaying, for god's sake. Derek Hale was not someone who just swayed to any kind of beat. Just who the hell was this kid?! But before Derek's mind could formulate anything at all, his eyes stranded again to the presence dancing before him when the music made another sudden change from the fast peace to a slow and sensual beat. His heart skipped a beat once more.

Spark started to strip.

Green eyes widen as the sigh of pale-soft-silky skin started to be more and more visible, the tight prisons made of fabric were being tossed into the air and landing into spots of oblivion on the floor. Derek had to use the last remnants of will power that were left in his mind to not move from his place, allowing his hands to almost claw down the armrest of the love chair was a big help. When the last piece of cloth was finally gone Derek heart skipped yet another beat and his breath was gone, the pale figure before him was like a marble greek statue coming to life. The satisfied look on Spark's face was an indicator that he had noticed how the older boy appreciated his effort, he was pretty sure that Derek was truly grateful for his efforts. As the slow beat kept on going Spark obliged to the tone and proceeded to move with more slow and tempting moves, his hands started to hover dangerously close to the layer of pear-like skin.

Derek took another moment to appreciate the new sight.

Spark was now, as the last time he saw him, just a cloth away from total nudity. Making aside the boots and the handkerchief, the stripper boy was brandishing a flashy and glittery pair of red boxer briefs. The combination of the red color together with the patches of black of the handkerchief and the boots made a contrast of thick color with the ever smooth and delicious pale skin, it was seriously hot the way any piece of cloth looked so… so… well, Derek couldn't really place a word for it. So to sum it up, it was that incredibly hot.

The music changed again, into a faster tune.

At the change Spark also changed the rhythm of his movements, just like last time Derek saw him on stage. Now the boy was doing frantic moves that made his body contort in ways the Hale boy didn't even think possible for a human body, clearly Spark was way beyond human level. Yeah, that much was pretty obvious since the first time he laid eyes on him.

Derek saw muscles stretch and retract like rubber, all of this in movements that were possibly the greatest aphrodisiac in existence. Even more enticing and inviting with those two ponds of melted chocolate directly staring at him, which caused him to fail to notice the two long pale arms trying to reach him. Unfortunately when Derek came to his senses the arms were no longer reaching out to him, instead his body went tense and numb when he saw Spark climbing down from his place and pacing towards him... okay maybe it wasn't so unfortunate after all. Then finally timed somehow started to feel slow when Spark positioned himself just above Derek's body, using as support the armrests of the love seat. Bending those long and flexible legs to be just a few inches away from the older boy, forcing Derek to swallow a lump in his throat he didn't even knew he had until that very moment. Fuck.

Derek's body was starting to twitch with impatience.

When his brain finally registered the lean boy bent over him over him, moving his body and clearly daring him to even touch… well lets just say that it was good that his rational collided with his 'Peter side' causing his brain to short-circuit. Indeed, the young Hale felt so flabbergasted that his body remained there, without doing a damn thing; however, not all of his body went numb. Eyes and eyebrows were still trying to convey a message, a silent message that was indicating all the frustration he suffered for not being able to make his body react properly. So when Spark leaned a little bit more into his personal space his skin suffers from goosebumps, making Derek's spine to shiver all the way from his hips up to his head when he felt the boy's breath colliding with his. At this point Derek wasn't sure what could or would or should happen it another inch was crossed, his hands were almost ripping the armrests while his body was slightly shivering at the proximity.

The music suddenly stopped.

Brown eyes were fixed on green eyes.

Their breaths were heating the other face.

Their bodies were trembling, one from containing impulses and the other from exhaustion.

"Was... the Big Bad Alpha... pleased... with my performance?" Spark whispered all smugly, pausing between words to try to even his breath..

"Very." He replied with a very shaky breath. Derek had to fight yet again the impulse to let his hand run free.

"Good." was the only word that came out of the boy's lips. Which, by the way, were opening and closing in a very enticing way. 'Fuck, stop teasing me.' Derek's mind pleaded.

A few seconds went by in total silence, seconds that Derek felt like hours. "You move very well." he said, wincing inwardly for the stupid remark. He would have said something smarter, but his brain was still kind of shocked. Also he had grew tired of the silence therefore allowing his mind to say the first thought that popped out.

"Thanks." Spark whispered shyly. "It's nice when people appreciate that." he giggled.

Derek started t heavy breath again, not really knowing what to say due to the daze he was still suffering.

"I'm afraid the session is over." Said the boy coyly. Was Derek's brain playing more tricks on him or did the boy sound disappointed?

Derek let out a few more puffs of heavy breath before his brain mustered enough functioning brain cells. "Can I come back?" He felt stupid for that one. Probably the boy know thought that he was a stalker, and just by the way this place handled its security he was pretty sure he was just about to get kicked out for being so fucking creepy.

"You want to come back?" He heard the asking in a slow wary tone.

Derek had no longer the courage to even mutter a single word, so the only thing he could do was to nod. But still he felt somehow so ashamed that he tore his eyes away from the boy's.

The kid giggle made Derek turn his eyes back at him; Spark was flashing an amazing and bright smile. "Then I'll be waiting." the boy said shyly said and after a deep breath he added. "I'll be waiting for my new regular."

Derek merely nodded, unable to even strain a single word from his mind. "Okay." he managed with another heavy breath. Spark also nodded.

They remained there eyeing each other, together without allowing even a single inch of skin to make contact. It was like the was an invisible wall of protection, whatever it was that made like this was unclear; however, something made them both feel that this was the right way to go. After another silent minute that felt like an eternity made Derek notice that the boy was starting to shake, probably tired because of the position he was doing by hovering over him. Not that anyone made an effort to move away. When he saw Spark's eyes starting to drift around the room his mouth was affected by the Evil-Hale-Gene.

"Dery." the words came hoarse but clear. when the Hale realized what he had just said he really wanted to punch himself senseless.

"Dery?" the kid asked with a confused frown.

Not really seeing to point to regret anything (mostly because he said to himself that he would later have plenty of time for that) he nodded. "Call me Dery."

Spark's smile felt like it was worth it. "Okay," focusing on the green eyes again. "Dery." he whispered very low, almost like in an intimate way.

And Derek couldn't help but smile.


Going a little back in time it was around eleven o'clock in the evening in the Hale Manor when a cell phone when off, the device was blurting a very loud rock tune which had startled the person sitting next to the phone. The person in question scowled like if with that the phone would just burst in flames for the disruption it dared to cause, but instead it only made it all the more annoying, which is why that person snarled at the device and picked it up while punching in the answer button (very violently by the way).

"What!" the person said very angry.

"Don't you think it's a little too late to be angry at the world for existing?" the other voice asked all smugly, its tone was also a bit scared.

"Isaac, I'm not in the mood right now and FYI I had been studying all day since tomorrow I have another test." the person gritted poorly containing the fury.

Isaac snorted. "Yeah, right. You? Studying? Come one, Cora, you would rather spend all day being lectured by your dad than studying."

"Actually, I would rather spend my Sundays driving Derek's Camaro, but for some reason that's just seems to never happen. I wonder why?" She smiled when she heard Isaac almost choking on his own spit.

Isaac cleared his throat. "Okay, fair point."

"Lahey get to the point." She said lowly growling. "Believe it or not I really want to study and come clean out of this test."

"Okay, I get it, sorry." he cleared his throat again before continuing. "You see, I finally got a job." he sounded so happy about it that Cora could easily picture him making that sappy smile of his. She did definitely not smile at that.

"So?"

"Well, tomorrow will be my first day at it and unfortunately I have to start very early." he made a pause before continuing. "After work I have class."

"Okay, but so what?" she said more exasperated. She hated whenever Isaac was being vague.

"Well, I need my notes Cora." he shyly.

Cora stared at her phone all confused. "What notes?"

The sound of shuffling came through the line. "My Math notes I lend to you for your last test." He said shyly again. Cora started to wonder what the hell was wrong with him. Isaac was certainly shy from time to time, but this was weird even for him.

"Wait, lemme see where they are." After a few minutes of almost turning her room upside down she finally found said notes. "Hey, I found them." she smiled shaking the notebook like a maraca.

She heard Isaac made a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god."

She snorted. "What? You really thought I had dumped already them or something?"

Silence.

Cora gaped at her phone. "You really did think that?"

"Well… I wouldn't say exactly 'dumping'." he answered slowly and sheepishly.

The young girl narrowed her glare, even though it was the notebook she was glaring into submission. "Then what exactly would you say?" she asked in a slow and menacingly-emasculating tone.

There was silence for a few seconds before Isaac cleared his throat. "So, yeah, can you please return them to me tomorrow?"

Cora made another menacing stare at her phone, finally sighing. "Listen tomorrow I'm planning to skip my first class."

"What?!"

"You heard me Lahey, I'm thinking about buying more time before the test just so I can go over my notes one more time."

"But I really need-"

"Although," she interrupted Isaac preventing a pleading rant from the tall blonde, "I heard from uncle Peter that tomorrow Derek will also skip his job, which is weird considering how much of a workaholic he is by the way, so I'll ask him for you."

Isaac let out a sigh of relief, because if there was one person he could count on that was Derek. "Yes, please. I'd really appreciate that."

She rolled her eyes, sometime it seemed like Isaac was more Derek's little brother than a friend. "Anyway, where should point my brother to?" She could practically feel Isaac frowning at her all confused with the silence. "You're yet to tell me where you work Einstein."

"Oh, that's right." he exclaimed all happy. "I'm gonna be working at the lo ft."

"The loft? What loft?" she asked hearing the boy sighing on the other side of the line.

"The Wolf's Bane Loft."


A/N: Okay guys first I would like to apologize for being late for my update, but seriously, I wasn't kidding when I said I had trouble writing this thing down. Not sure why but I had to triple squeeze my brains for decent level plot ideas. Anyway I apologize once more for the delay.

ALSO I want to apologize in advance becuase this pattern will probably repeat for the next episode. Sorry guys but my job has started to get really busy and I've been having less and less time. STILL that doesn't mean I'll leave this on the side, so don't worry about that.

Oh yeah, Also I apologize for all the typos you find. I am betaless, so yeah, sorry about that one too. I just can't find someone who can help me. :(

touchcloud: hope you loved Derek's POV's in this chapter. :)

mistsandstorms: you don't have to worry about that, actually i'm centering the plot mostly around Stiles and Derek, it's just that my personal taste makes me scatter the plot around to add a little bit more of suspense and mistery. Still don't worry, because as the story goes on you'll se how it all connects. ;)

So yeah, on my account this is all I can say for the moment. Just don't forget, keep the comments going and I'll keep the words flowing (god that was weird). So while I try to make time to work on the next chapter you guys just speak to me, I'll always have an eye open for what you guys have to share with me. you guys are my readers and it's your support that helps to keep this up.

Anyway, thanks and see you next time. :)