Chapter Four
"Stiles."
"Mmm…"
"Wake up." Derek whispered and Stiles slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times before his vision cleared. Then he suddenly remembered and sat up immediately, a sheer look of horror all over his face. Derek held back a laugh.
"What's the time?" He gasped, staring at Derek who was lying on the bed lazily, smiling.
"Calm down, it's only half past five." Stiles released a relieved sigh. He still had two hours before his dad would be back from work. He continued sitting there, lost in his thoughts. It was the first time he wake up to find Derek still there and had no idea what to say, especially after the previous night. Okay, nothing special had happened but still Stiles' heart jumped a little when he remembered how good it felt to fall asleep in his arms. His cheeks flushed and he turned away and got to his feet, mumbling something about having a shower and he left quickly.
He was definitely not supposed to have a hard-on while he was in the same bed with Derek and tried to get rid of his dirty imagination, which was extremely hard, giving he was a teenager after all. He took a quick, cold shower to cool himself down. He was freezing but at least he didn't have a need to jerk off. He couldn't do that while Derek was in the room next door. He couldn't risk to get caught.
He then put his used clothes back again, knowing it wasn't very hygienic but he had totally forgotten to bring a new change of clothes with him so he didn't have much other chance. Either his used clothes or walking back, wearing only a towel. It was tempting, really, but he resisted it, being pretty sure that the towel wouldn't be as successful to hide his half-hard manhood as his jeans.
On his way back to his room he saw a drop of blood on the carpet and his eyes widened, remembering he forgot to check the corridor to the front door. He rushed there, noting he should start cleaning immediately, getting rid of the blood. It would be pretty difficult to explain his father.
He was moping the floor when Derek appeared, looking way better than on the previous day. He looked confused, even a little nervous but was doing a pretty good job with hiding it. Stiles would have been fooled if he hadn't known him better.
"I think… I should get going before the Sheriff comes home." He said with a half-grin, leaning against the wall.
"Um, do you want some food? We still have a little time." Stiles offered, glancing towards the kitchen.
"No, thank you." Derek shook his head. "I'm not hungry."
"Oh, okay."
There was a long, awkward silence and Stiles thought it there was a ridiculous amount of awkward silence between them lately.
"See you later then." Derek broke it at last and left after Stiles mumbled a quiet "bye". Damn, things just got really complicated, what the hell was that last night?!
It was a great thing that Scott wanted to spend his lunch with Allison because what Isaac had mentioned… Stiles wouldn't want Scott to know that. They were discussing this whole alpha pack mystery and Isaac told Stiles he was out with Derek and Cora on the previous afternoon, looking for traces in the woods when two alphas appeared, apparently they were twins that combined into one giant alpha and attacked Derek. Stiles could barely believe that. Two werewolves becoming one? This was some really fucked up world…
"And what did they want?" Stiles wondered, frowning.
Isaac grimaced and shrugged. "No idea. They told him they would find him and make him pay for his sins."
"Sins? What kind of sins?" Stiles pushed on. Okay, he knew Derek wasn't a saint but seriously? What on earth had he done to piss off a whole alpha pack?
"Sorry, man, still no idea." Isaac gave him an apologetic look.
"Hm, we should find that out first." Stiles' mind was already spinning, looking for any useable ideas when Isaac snapped him back to reality.
"May I ask you something?" He asked in a serious tone and Stiles had a bad feeling about it. He shifted uncomfortably. However, Isaac had been honest and helpful all the time and he didn't really hate him, so it was only fair to share some of his knowledge with him.
"Yeah, sure." He tried to say calm and casual, breathing out heavily.
"Was he with you last night?" Bull's eye.
Stiles gulped. He couldn't lie, Isaac would know. "Yeah." He admitted with a defeated sigh.
Isaac patted his back, smiling. "It's okay. We suspected it anyway."
"Huh? What 'we'?" Stiles asked. He was kind of starting to worry about these werewolves; it was like every one of them was suffering from chronic personality disorder, always talking in plural…
"Cora and me. He was so badly injured but we couldn't persuade him to stay, he wouldn't even let us treat his wounds."
"Um, yeah, I've treated them. They were pretty bad." Stiles said, slightly shivering as he remembered.
"I'm happy." Isaac said unexpected and Stiles' frown deepened.
"Happy for what?"
Isaac gave him a knowing smirk. "For you guys. You'd make a great pair."
"What?!" Stiles almost shrieked. "No, you totally misunderstand, he- I- we're not-"
"Stiles." Isaac gave him a look and Stiles wondered if he had learnt that from Derek. "I can sense it."
"But, I'm really not… sure about… what is it." Stiles tried to oppose again but quickly realized it would be useless.
"Me neither. But I can sense this strange bound between you and Derek." Isaac explained then gave him a reassuring smile. "It's okay, really. I think it's great."
Stiles gave him a pathetic look. He certainly had no clue what the hell was going on between him and Derek and it was so damn annoying.
"I won't tell Scott." Isaac added and Stiles looked at him, unsure. Couldn't Scott sense that, too? It was like Isaac could read his mind, because he answered to that unspoken question almost immediately. "He doesn't use his senses as often as I do, so I don't think he knows. Yet. Like I said, it's really strange and it's hard to track but I'm a hundred per cent sure it is there, even though I don't quite know what is it exactly."
"Oh." It was all Stiles managed to say, surprised. "Thanks, I guess." He mumbled at last and they didn't bring that topic up again, finishing their lunch quietly.
Stiles afternoon plans about doing some research on this alpha pack took a sudden turn when he was listening to the police radio again and heard that were another strange murder. He called Scott immediately and headed out, meeting with him and Isaac a few block away from the crime scene.
He and Scott pretended to be simple passengers and walked there while Isaac could sneak around and look for any kind of signs about a werewolf attack. Okay, maybe it wasn't the best plan after all since his dad knew exactly they weren't only innocent by passers and came on purpose, but it wasn't going that bad after all. While the Sheriff was distracted, Isaac could do his work.
They didn't find any evidence of a werewolf attack but they weren't the type to give up easily so they went to the hospital and while Stiles was trying to persuade Scott's mum to have a look at the victim, Isaac and Scott could actually have a look at it. And when they told him what they had seen, Stiles thanked god he wasn't the one looking at her. The victim was a girl, about the age of fifteen and she had been stabbed by an ordinary but sharp knife from the back on the street. It wasn't the interesting and disgusting part… Her eyes were missing.
What a sick bastard could do that?! Stiles wondered as he tried hard not to imagine it.
It was already past nine when he got home and listened to his father's voice message, telling him he would be out tonight because of what had happened. Stiles was in a rush to prepare dinner and then took a quick shower, expecting Derek to be there in time. He was. And he was in a much better shape than on the previous night which Stiles didn't miss to point out.
"Hey, man, you look way better now." He grinned, putting salad on the plates.
"Yeah, my wounds are completely healed." He stated proudly, causing Stiles to frown, confused.
"Didn't you say it would take more time to heal?"
"I thought and I don't really understand, but they weren't there in the morning." Derek shrugged, grabbing the plates and heading towards the living room, taking his usual spot on the couch.
"You know, you really gave me a scare last night." Stiles admitted, but he wasn't mad about it.
"I'm sorry about that." Derek replied, giving him a small, sheepish smile. A werewolf acting sheepishly… what the hell was wrong with these days?
"It's okay." Stiles shrugged, trying not to think about how gorgeous Derek looked like with that half smile on his face, his green eyes boring into Stiles. "But, you shouldn't have come. You had those serious injuries. You should have stayed at your place and rest."
"But I promised to come." Derek admitted quietly and Stiles didn't expect for that kind of answer though he was really happy about it. He gave him a wide smile instead of a reply and started the movie before the situation would get awkward.
This whole hugging while sleeping thing became a pretty regular thing and Stiles had some serious difficulties about controlling himself because every time he woke in Derek's embrace he was fighting with a major hard-on and was really happy he decided to sleep in his jeans every night even though it wasn't very comfortable. He also started taking cold shower in the mornings right after waking up, hoping Derek didn't really realize it or just didn't care. Stiles didn't know which he would wish him to do. He knew he was lost, probably forever, when he jerked off under the shower at the afternoon, thinking of Derek constantly and coming with a moan of his name leaving his lips.
It was Friday night and Stiles could successfully convince his dad to let him have a sleepover at Derek's place. It wasn't an easy task and he had to make some serious compromises and still his dad wasn't really overjoyed about it but he let him go at last. Stiles had to tell him anyway, not wanting to get suspicious. He told his dad they were sort of friends, hanging out lately and his dad had never seen them together or Derek at his home so it was time to prove him Stiles wasn't lying. He wasn't actually lying; he was just not telling him everything. Having some secrets didn't equal lies, right?
Stiles parked his car and walked up to the doorway, humming happily. He didn't know why he was happy, but he was just simply was. He opened the door and stepped in, yelling "I'm home, Dad!" and walking into the kitchen where he stopped dead, eyes widening in horror.
It was Derek, holding his father by his neck from behind, so he was facing Stiles, his head almost purple because of the lack of oxygen, eyes squeezed shut as he was trying to peel Derek's strong arms off but it was no use.
"My god, Derek, what the hell are you doing?!" He shouted, ready to run towards them.
"Stay there!" Derek ordered, his eyes glowing red. Stiles stopped before he could make a move, trembling.
"Please, Derek, let him go." Stiles pleaded, his whole body shivering in fear.
"I can't." He stated; his face so emotionless it scared Stiles even more. His dad tried to say something but only choked grunts came out of him.
"Please, I'd do anything just let him go. Let him go, please. Derek." Stiles' voice faltered as a teardrop trailed down his cheek.
"He has to die." Derek said simply and at the next moment he slit the Sheriff's throat with his long, sharp claws and he fell to the floor, a pool of blood appearing around him immediately.
"NO!" Stiles screamed as he rushed forward, reaching for his father before everything went black.
"Stiles? Are you okay?" It was Derek. He was worried. Stiles opened his eyes in an instant, sitting up and gasping for air, sweating.
"Another nightmare?" Derek asked softly and was about to wrap an arm around him from the side but Stiles pushed his hand back roughly, staring at him horrified. "Stiles, relax." Derek tried to calm him down, reaching for his hand. "It was only a bad dream." He drew himself closer to Stiles and placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling encouragingly.
Stiles nodded hesitantly, trying to calm his breathing down. "It was about you." He said in a trembling voice, staring into nothing as Derek started stroking his back tenderly. Minutes passed before Stiles started to speak again, he turned his head to look at Derek, a terrified expression all over his face. "You killed my Dad." He whispered.
"It was only a dream, calm down." Derek said after a few seconds of shock, pulling Stiles' head against his chest, hugging him tighter. "It was a nightmare. You know I would never do something like that. I'd never hurt him or anybody dear to you. I swear."
Stiles nodded, eyes brimmed with tears, his voice still faltering. "I-I know, sorry. It was… it was so real and I- I'm really sorry."
"You didn't do anything bad, Stiles. It's okay, calm down. You're here, with me, in my house. Nothing bad would happen."
"Do you promise?" Stiles mumbled finally against his chest, feeling like an idiot but he needed it. He needed to hear it.
"I promise." Derek whispered, placing a kiss against his soft, brown hair, still caressing his back gently. Stiles let out a sigh of relief and smiled. Derek said exactly what he had wanted to hear. And he believed him.
So, when Stiles stated it was the worst day of his life, he could have never known that it could be so much worse. He had bad, even awful days previously, yeah, but the true worst happened during the next night. Fate really hated him and he had no idea how on earth did that happen. He was lying on his side, sleeping peacefully while Derek was hugging him from behind, his arms around him protectively.
And at the next moment he almost jumped out of the bed, literally.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" It was an actual scream. From his dad and he blinked stupidly, facing him holding a gun pointed at… him? No, not him, right next to him… at Derek, who had this whole mixture of horror, guilt and shock all over his face which could have almost been funny under other circumstances.
"Whoa, wait, dad!" Stiles jumped to his feet, standing between his father and Derek, guessing his face looked pretty much the same as Derek's. "Dad, please, put the gun down."
"Stiles, step aside!" He commanded, not paying any attention to him. "I'm going to kill you." It was addressed to Derek who still didn't dare to say a word. He didn't even move, just sit there, totally frozen.
"Dad, you misunderstand it, I can explain." Stiles was trying to persuade him with less success.
"Hands on the back of neck and stand up!" He ordered, almost shout and Derek slowly did as he was told. He was smarted than opening his mouth, knowing it would only make things worse.
"God, Dad, please, he didn't do anything." Stiles was practically begging and grabbed the gun, pushing his father's hands down, moving it away. He hated to see his dad pointing a gun at Derek and he knew he was at guilt. Derek lowered his hands, slowly, taking a few steps towards them.
"I can explain-" He didn't get to finish it because the Sheriff punched him in the face pretty hard, his eyes practically burning with anger. Stiles was really grateful that Derek acted as if it had hurt, even stumbled back a bit. Explaining his father why his arm broke when he hit Derek would be practically even more difficult. Or at least, equally difficult.
"Whoa, Dad, calm down, please!"
"I'm gonna send you to jail for harassing my son!" He threatened and Stiles knew he was serious. He had to do something.
"Please, Dad, you completely misunderstand, let me explain!" He took his father's hand in hand. He was trembling with rage and Stiles looked into his eyes, his look begging for him to listen.
"Stiles, I really trusted you but this…"
"I know, Dad, please, I know it's my fault but-"
"What the hell is he doing here?! Did he hurt you? Did he try to-?!"
"No, it's not like that." Stiles gasped, mortified.
"I was just helping him." Derek joined in the conversation.
"You shut up!" He was cut out almost immediately and got a bunch of threat being thrown at him. "Why would my son need your help? And what kind of help was it actually? I swear if you laid even one of your dirty fingers on-"
"Dammit, Dad, I was cutting myself!" Stiles shouted, breaking it finally and his Dad stared at him with wide eyes, completely dumbstruck.
"You what?" He asked after a long, deadly silence.
"You've heard it. I was cutting myself. I have problems and Derek only helped me to overcome them. Please, give me ten minutes and I'll explain."
"You get five."
"All right." Stiles sighed. "So, I got low and slit my skin on my thighs, I can show you the faint marks if you want it." Stiles admitted, looking away for a second, ashamed. "Then Derek found out and I could talk to him about my problems. I didn't understand why but I trusted him. And I've been having nightmares for weeks, even now a few and he stayed with me during nights, telling me it was okay and waking me up every time I was having a bad dream. I still have a few but not as many as before. Dad, I couldn't concentrate at school, I could barely sleep a few hours each and every night and I was practically on the edge of insanity when he brought me back. I told you we are friends, and we are only that, he didn't do anything like that to me. I'm so sorry, I should have told you but I didn't know how. I didn't want you to worry for me. I know it was a stupid decision."
"Is that true?" He glanced at Derek who nodded. His expression changed and Stiles winced, realizing that the amount of anger his father had had turned into guilt and sadness and it was even worst and he hated himself right now.
"I didn't know…" He whispered to himself, stumbling backwards and falling into Stiles chair, burying his face into his palms. Stiles and Derek exchanged a quick glance then Stiles hurried towards him, kneeling in front of his father, holding his hand firmly.
"Dad, you're not at fault. I'm the guilty one here and I really regret my actions. Please, forgive me for being this stupid."
"But why? Why didn't you tell me? How could you tell him and not to me?"
"I told you, I didn't want to get you worried even more." Stiles gave him an uncomfortable look. "I'm so sorry about it."
Minutes passed and the tickling of a clock become soon almost unbearable and Stiles was starting going crazy when his dad finally pulled him into an embrace, sighing.
"You're an idiot."
"I know, Dad." Stiles managed a small smile. Okay, his father didn't forgive him completely but at least he wasn't trying to kill Derek anymore and it was a good start. Which reminded Stiles that Derek was still in the room and when his father let him go, he glanced back at him then back to his father, nervously.
He got even more nervous as his dad stood up and approached him but released a breath he had been holding back when his dad offered Derek a hand. "About before-"
"It's okay." Derek spared him from the apology with a nervous half-smile. "I'm really sorry, too." He said as he shook his hand. "I should go now."
No one hold him back.
Stiles got a really awkward talk with his dad and they were talking for hours but finally his dad calmed down completely and they could work it out. He had apologised for at least a fifty times, telling him what an idiot he had been and ensuring him that the cutting thing would never happen again and if the nightmares would come back he would tell his father and seek professional help. Also, his dad promised not to try killing Derek or sending him to jail for something he hadn't even done.
"Okay, one last thing." Stiles said slowly, shifting uncomfortably and looking at everywhere but his father.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"It's pretty hard to say and I'm not even sure if… if it's what I think but…"
"Com'on, son, just tell." He encouraged him, giving him a smile.
"Promise me you won't kill me." Then he added. "Or Derek."
"Stiles, say it."
"I think I love him." He blurted out, shocking his dad completely.
"What?" He wasn't sure he had heard him right.
"Like I said, we are friends and he also thinks that way but I think-, I feel more than that. I think… I love him." He was chewing on his lips nervously; face heating up as he continued staring at his shoes determinedly.
"Okay, I think it's more than I could handle at once." His dad admitted seriously but didn't look mad which was a kind of relief.
"I know. But I promised you not to lie again so, I had to tell you. I haven't told it anyone yet though." He mumbled awkwardly. "I'm really sorry."
"Sorry what?" Stiles finally met his eyes, looking confused. "You shouldn't apologise for loving someone."
"But it's Derek, and I know it's enough to you that I'm gay but also I love Derek and I know you don't like him very much."
"Well, we didn't have a good start, indeed." His dad agreed and Stiles looked away again, ashamed. "Does he love you?" He then asked, suddenly.
"I don't know." Stiles shrugged. "Maybe." He said quietly and his dad nodded.
"Well, I can't do anything, it's not like I can force you not to love someone." He said with a small smile and Stiles looked back at him again, his eyes shining with joy.
"I love you, Dad." He exclaimed and threw his arms around him, giving him a tight hug. He felt so incredibly happy and relieved when his dad hugged him back. Now only Derek left to deal with, he should go find him and apologise for almost getting him killed.
His first guess was right and he was glad to find Derek in his home, alone and greeted him with a nervous smile.
"Is everything okay?" Derek asked, referring to the event of the morning.
"Yeah." Stiles nodded with a smile. "I explained Dad everything and he doesn't want to send you to jail for sexual harassment." He grinned nervously.
"Good to hear." Derek said, but he wasn't smiling and it made Stiles wonder if he was mad at him.
"Look, I'm really sorry about what happened." He started, approaching him slowly. "It was really awkward and I totally understand if you're mad at me."
Derek was silent and looked like he was lost in his thoughts. "Was it true what you said?" He asked quietly and Stiles frowned.
"What did I say?"
"Being friends." Stiles' heart skipped a beat.
"Well, I thought we are some kind of friends after all." He laughed nervously but his voice faltered as Derek came closer, their bodies almost touching. He drew in a sharp breath.
"You're not my friend." Derek stated and it almost pierced Stiles' hurt but he had to stay strong. He swallowed hard and took a few steps back until his back hit the counter. Great, now he was trapped between Derek and the stupid counter and had no idea what Derek would do with him. He was acting strange, almost hurt, looking like he was mad at Stiles for stating they were friends.
"Okay." Stiles nodded slowly, grabbing the edges of the counter. "Well, then, sorry for saying that."
"Do you seriously think we are friends?" Derek asked and Stiles heart was about to rip out of his heart. He was so scared of Derek right now and he could even see a slight glint of red in his green eyes.
"Um, I assumed we-"
"I can't think of you as a friend, Stiles." Derek admitted in a quiet tone, leaning even closer. "You are much more than that." He closed the gap between them and pressed his lips against Stiles' whose eyes went wide in shock at the sudden contract. Just as quick as it came it went and Derek was a step back, giving Stiles some pace, looking confused and… embarrassed?
Stiles stared at him with wide, shocked eyes for a moment then a wide, stupid grin tugged the corners of his mouth up and he leapt forward, wrapping his arms around Derek's neck and pressed his lips back against his, now giving it a little pressure. It was Derek's turn to be startled but not too long and he quickly got the lead, wrapping his arms around Stiles' body and pressing his tongue past his lips, demanding entrance. Stiles moaned against his mouth and opened his mouth a bit as he closed his eyes, a soft moan escaping from him as Derek's tongue slipped past his teeth, exploring his mouth eagerly. He pulled Derek even closer, gripping his short, black hair tightly while kissing back lustfully.
He gasped loudly when Derek pushed him against the kitchen counter, his back lying flat on it as Derek was on top of him, kissing him passionately, driving Stiles crazy. It felt amazing. How long he had been wanting it…
Derek's hands slid under his shirt, touching his skin softly and all Stiles was able to do was moaning and clinging onto him, letting Derek to kiss him breathless.
"Get a room, guys." Cora's teasing voice made Derek broke the kiss but he still had Stiles pinned against the counter and he blushed madly as he saw Cora standing upside-down, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing grin.
"Get lost." Derek grunted and she just smirked then left.
"It would be more comfortable in the bed." She suggested shouting back and Derek rolled his eyes, annoyed.
"Shut up!" He snarled and Stiles couldn't help a small chuckle as he heard her giggle then the door was closed behind her.
Derek only gave him a glare and leant forward again, giving Stiles another mind-blowing kiss while his hands were back on his skin, exploring it hastily. Stiles was totally okay with it and hooked his legs around Derek, pushing himself up a bit and Derek got up, holding Stiles firmly as they were still kissing hungrily. However, instead of taking Stiles to the bedroom he took him to the couch, sitting on it so Stiles was in his lap. They broke the kiss when the need of oxygen became essential, both of them panting for air.
"Yep, no friends at all." Stiles grinned at Derek when he finally caught his breath up, his eyes practically shining in happiness though they were a little bit clouded of lust. Derek grinned back at him and Stiles now was sure he was in love with Derek Hale. Life was going to be perfect.
Ooookay, guys! Smut ahead! Next chapter will be up on Wednesday! Until then, take time to share your thoughts about my story! Also, lots of love to everyone who had already reviewed^^
