Stiles sat at his usual place at lunch – not really expecting anyone to join him. Scott was over with Alison and Lydia - -he knew that Jackson and the rest of his buddies would make his life hell again if he went over there. So he sat in his usual spot, alone.

Isaac saw him though, and gingerly sat across from him in what used to be Scott's place with a "Do you mind?"

"Nah, dude." He said, trying to be cool. After all, wasn't Isaac the one who'd been spending all this time with Scott?

"Derek doesn't have your number." Isaac said apologetically, as though this would make sense to Stiles. He looked at Isaac blankly. "He wanted to tell you he'd leave something in the microwave, but he doesn't have your number." Isaac said, handing over a scrap of paper with a number scrawled over it.

"Okay." Stiles said, pocketing the number. "Thanks."

"No problem."

They sat in silence for a few moments before Stiles cracked.

"How are you liking work?"

Isaac's face actually lit up as he talked about Dr Deacon and all the animals. Stiles wondered if anyone ever asked him questions about stuff he liked, or if it was all wolfy stuff.

"I mean, mostly I just help clean and stuff, but sometimes I get to watch Dr Deacon work, which is so cool." Isaac said. "I didn't really think what I wanted to do, you know… but I'd like to be a vet." He paused. "A real vet, you know? Nothing… not like…"

"Like a normal vet in a normal town?" Stiles clarified.

"Yeah!" The blond teen smiled, so many perfect white teeth on display. "I told Derek and he said it would be good. I just need to get into college." Isaac looked down at his food and grinned. "Although that might be a little hard with all the school I missed."

"If you need help with notes or anything." Stiles offered.

"I take pretty good notes. Erica helps, when she's not helping Boyd." Isaac smiled. "I don't think Derek would be too happy if I started showing up anyway."

"Derek wouldn't mind." Stiles said, ignoring Isaacs disbelieving look. "Trust me. And I need a lab partner anyway, so why don't you just come over tonight and we'll go over anything you are having trouble with?"

"Derek won't be there."

"Is that an issue?"

"I don't think he'd like me being there without supervision." Isaac said, looking over at him. "In case something went wrong."

"Out of everyone, I think you are the least likely to go insane and try to eat me." Stiles grinned. "Come over, we'll eat whatever is in the microwave and get you into a Veterinarian college."

He didn't need to turn around to know that Scott was looking over, and he didn't need to be a genius to know he'd overheard everything.


'Got ur number from Isaac.' Stiles quickly sent the text on his way to class. 'Studying w him 2nite – food 4 2?' He hit send and pocketed his phone. The vibration caught his attention before he reached the classroom door.

'Yes. Be Careful.' Popped up on his screen. Stiles grinned. 'Will not blw up house w chem homewrk. Promise.'

The reply was instant. 'See You Later.'


Isaac sat on the edge of the bed with books all around him. He'd actually taken really good notes, which Stiles appreciated, especially since he'd given his to Scott.

"So you are living at Erica's?"

"Yeah, her parents are pretty okay with it – although I think they are just happy she's better, you know?" Isaac said, reaching for the highlighter. "I think it was pretty hard for them with her fits, they pretty much do anything she wants."

"That's good though, that you have somewhere to stay – you know, with adults." He added, aware that Isaac actually had his own place, the house he shared with his dad was now legally his. It had been empty for a while now though, since Isaac wasn't earning enough to pay the bills.

"Yeah, they are really nice. I was thinking I'll sell the house to pay for college." Isaac said, "If I get in, that is. And then give them some of the money to pay them back for everything they've done."

"That's pretty decent of you." Stiles said, but Isaac wasn't paying him any attention. The sound of a car pulling up in the drive had his full attention.

"Derek is back." He said, glancing at Stiles, who just nodded. "I should go."

"Why? I thought you and Derek were okay."

"We are." Isaac said, looking at the door. "It's just maybe he'd rather I wasn't here."

Derek didn't call up to announce he was back, but Stiles knew the moment he walked into the house. "I think Derek will understand that you need to study and I need a lab partner. Don't worry." He wasn't talking loud, but knew that the Alpha would be able to hear everything he was saying.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

And he was.


Once Isaac had left, Stiles went into the kitchen an poured himself a glass of Coke, and another Dr Pepper for Derek, who was sitting watching TV in the living room.

"Anything good on?" He asked, walking through and handing him the glass, before pulling the cushion down onto the floor.

"Just this." The Alpha said, taking a drink and screwing up his face before handing it back to Stiles. "Coke."

"Sorry." Stiles said trying not to notice when their fingers touched as they swapped glasses. "Is this Stargate?"

"I raided your DVD collection." Derek said, nudging him in the shoulder with his leg. "Do you mind?"

"Nah, I love this movie."

"Did you eat?"

"Yeah, we had the chicken you left in the microwave." Stiles said, grinning. "Was pretty good, I'd give you four and a half domestic Goddesses out of five."

"Isaac shouldn't have been here." Derek said, not looking at Stiles, who had turned to stare at him.

"Excuse me?"

"He shouldn't have been here and he knows it."

"Why, exactly?" Stiles said, temper rising to the surface. He knew Derek could tell he wasn't happy, the older wolf actually pulled away from him.

"If something went wrong he could have hurt you." Derek said. "He's not fully in control of his other side – if he'd lost his temper he might have attacked you." Stiles was glaring. Actually, full on glaring – at Derek Hale, who was trying to look like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world than sitting on the Stilinski sofa.

"Isaac is perfectly able to go to school, play on the Lacrosse team and get dudes knocking him all over the pitch, but he's not able to control himself over Chemistry homework?" Stiles said, before he got to his feet. "Did you tell Isaac he wasn't allowed to come here?!" He half yelled. Derek, who had been sitting back into the sofa, got to his feet. Sometimes it was easy to forget that the wolf was actually not as tall as he appeared – they were about the same height.

"You could get hurt." Derek said, and Stiles could hear the defensive tone in his voice. "You've already got a broken leg."

"Jesus, Derek!" Stiles said storming out of the room. He didn't care if he was acting like a kid, he was pissed off. "You can't stop people from coming over!" He stormed up the stairs. "And my leg is not broken." He got to his room and slammed the door behind him.


Stiles was standing under the hot water of the shower when he knew Derek was in his room.

"Piss off, I'm still mad at you." He said, standing under the spray, knowing Derek could hear him. Stiles took his time washing, gingerly making sure that he wasn't pressing too hard on his ribs. At Lacrosse training he'd been slammed by Jackson and the frying pan sized bruise was turning purple and green. His back was criss-crossed with purple lines from the lockers that he was seemingly always getting shoved into. His leg, which was actually the only part of him that didn't hurt, had stopped swelling and there was only the pale yellow mark covering his calf that hinted of an injury.

The hot water worked magic though, and by the time he stepped out of the spray, he felt relaxed. Roughly towel drying his hair (which needed no more than a swipe to go from wet to dry) he wrapped the towel around his hips and went into his room.

Derek was sitting on the bottom of the bed, where Isaac had been only a few hours before. He was reading the chemistry notes they had gone over, frowning.

"There isn't anything wrong with our math." Stiles said, walking past him to get to his wardrobe. "And I told you to get lost." He added, knowing fine well that Derek wasn't about to leave till he said whatever it was he had to say.

"I don't remember ever doing anything like this." He said, flicking through the notes.

"Yeah, but you went to school before the invention of the wheel, so things change."

He felt Derek's eyes on his back when he looked up from the papers in his hands like a physical touch. He knew right away that the wolf had stopped reading.

"Jesus, Stiles." He groaned, getting to his feet and walking over. "How much damage do you do to yourself?" Derek said, reaching out and touching the bruises on his back. Stiles pulled away.

"Just leave it." He snapped.

"No." Derek said, stalking into the bathroom and raking through the cabinet. Stiles seriously hoped he didn't see the unopened box of condoms. Seriously prayed for a good 5 seconds before Derek came back holding a tube of something.

Stiles knew the first thought he had was going to send him right to hell, because seeing Derek standing there with a serious expression on his face and staring at him intently – Stiles thought it was lube. Just for an instant, he thought Derek had been looking for lube.

"Arnica." The Alpha said, looking at him with an odd expression. "You should be using this all the time."

It took a few moments for his words to sink in. "Yeah." Stiles managed. "The Doctor gave it to me for my leg."

"You need to use it," Derek said, voice serious. "Those bruises look like hell."

"They don't just 'look' like hell." Stiles said, praying that Derek hadn't noticed that Stiles body was being a total fucker. His earlier thought of Derek and Lube in the same sentence had bypassed his brain and went right to his groin, and his groin wasn't paying attention to the frantic 'desist' warnings he was trying to send it.

"Do you need help to get the ones on your back?" Derek asked, and Stiles managed to keep the groan that started in his chest from escaping. The last thing he needed was this conversation. He shook his head. "Stiles, put some pants on and I'll put this on the ones on your back."

"It's okay."

"No it's not. Pants."


Derek had left only long enough for Stiles to get his jeans on – He was just buttoning up when the wolf stalked back into the room.

"Sit." He said, pointing to the end of the bed.

"This isn't really-" Stiles started to say, only to have Derek cut him off with another bark of 'Sit!'.

Doing as he was told, he sat on the edge of the bed. Derek sat behind him, he could tell by the movement of the bed that he was leaning on his knee.

The first touch of the cold cream combined with the rough touch of Derek's hand made him gasp.

"Dude! You are supposed to be helping, not giving me more damn bruises!" He said, trying to adjust so Derek wouldn't see the bulge in his jeans. For some reason, Derek getting a hard on for him was funny as hell, but Stiles getting a hard on for Derek wasn't funny. At all. He was mortified.

"Shut up." Derek said, but his next touch was softer. The cold cream quickly adjusted to his temperature as Derek ran his hands over the extensive bruising on Stiles back. It was nice, Stiles admitted. Almost relaxing – if it wasn't for the blood leaving his brain to arrive at his other head.

"My sister swore by this stuff." Derek said. "She was born a human, it happens sometimes."

"Laura?"

"No. Sarah. She was killed in the fire." Derek's voice was a million miles away. "She was older than Laura and I by a few years."

"Born human?"

"Yeah. Sometimes it happens. She didn't want to be changed, didn't want the bite – and my dad… he was okay with that. She'd always end up covered in bruises cause we were never careful enough." Derek added more cream to his hands and started rubbing it into the blooming purple and green bruise on his ribs. Stiles didn't even think he was aware of what he was doing, just working on auto pilot. "She would go through tubes of this stuff, said it was like magic. I never really understood why dad would get so angry when we would play fight, until I saw mom rubbing this stuff on her back." Derek had one hand on the base of stiles neck, the other paused at his ribs. "She was like you, just covered, covered in these bruises." Derek sighed. "She never complained, and we didn't know."

"You were just kids."

"She was my sister." Derek said, and Stiles didn't need to turn around to see the expression on Derek's face. His voice was loaded with self-loathing and pain. "I loved her, and I hurt her – and I didn't even know."

"You didn't do this to me, Derek." Stiles said, turning on his hip to face the Alpha. "No one did this to me. I play lacrosse, I get thrown about on the pitch all the time." Derek was still holding on to the back of Stiles neck, even though Stiles had turned to face him. The hand that was on his ribs had dropped to his waist, resting on the band of his jeans.

"You shouldn't be hurt." Derek managed, and Stiles saw real pain in his eyes. Unthinking he reached out and touched the wolf on the shoulder.

"I'm okay."

"No, you're not." Derek said before tightening the grip on the back of Stiles neck and pulling him forward….


Derek had kissed him. Derek had kissed the fuck right out of him. DEREK.

Stiles lay in bed knowing that he wasn't going to get to sleep any time soon, because his cock had remained rock hard for hours. He was still hard.

Because Derek Hale had kissed him.

Stiles tried to remember what had happened. One moment he was telling Derek he was okay, and the next instant the wolf had pulled him closer and…

Stiles had kissed him. Stiles! He'd started it. Derek hadn't moved, just kind of sat with his hand on the back of Stiles neck, and the other resting on his waistband. It took a second for Stiles to realise that he was actually kissing DEREK FUCKING HALE and he pulled back. Tried to pull back, at least, because Derek still had him by the back of the head and he wasn't moving.

Stiles felt his face flood with embarrassment, tried to pull away – and then Derek had moved. Pulled him closer, the hand at his waist sliding around to the base of his back and applying just enough pressure to make Stiles arch. Derek had actually growled as his tongue slipped into Stiles mouth, pulled him even closer so that they were pressed tightly against each other.

At some point Derek had pushed him down onto the bed and had pulled off his own shirt. The feel of skin on skin made Stiles groan in pleasure, then suck in a breath as Derek had rocked his hips against him. The buttons on their jeans scraped and rubbed together as they both tried to find their release. Derek was hard, so very, very hard – and Stiles couldn't stop himself from reaching down and cupping the Alpha through his black jeans.

Derek howled, actually howled – eyes turning red as he threw his head back - Stiles could feel the sharper nails on his back as Derek started to shift. Then he'd rocked into Stiles hand at the same time he'd leaned down and licked the long vein up the side of Stile neck. Stiles couldn't help the shudder running through him as he arched. Derek continued to lick and suck the sensitive skin on Stiles neck as he rocked his hips. Stiles couldn't stop the groans that escaped his lips as Derek slid a hand down his flat stomach, stopping at the waistband of his jeans.

Stiles arched his back and whimpered as Derek ran his hand further down, teeth scraping against Stiles collarbone. His cock was actually hurting it was so hard, and when Derek's hand rubbed down the fly of his jeans, Stiles felt like he was going to die. All he could think about was the feeling of Derek's hand on the denim over his cock, the sound of Derek growling as Stiles hand cupped and rubbed him through his black jeans, the feel of Derek's mouth on the base of his throat – skin on skin as they pushed and pulled together.

Stiles actually heard it before Derek - which went pretty far to show just how far the wolf was gone - the sound of his dads car door slamming. He froze at the sound, Derek pulling back and looking at him in dazed confusion, before he heard the sound of key's in the lock.

The wolf had actually launched himself out of the room, leaving Stiles lying on the bed – hot as hell and harder than steal.


He'd slept in. After a night of staring at the ceiling and praying for sleep, he'd actually slept in.

Diving for his clothes and bag, he pulled on the first things that he could reach, scrambling down the stairs and heading right for the door, praying that he'd get to school before first bell – his dad had some pretty strict rules when it came to skipping classes and the last thing he needed was a lecture.

No one paid him any attention when he dove into class with just seconds to spare, almost collapsing into his assigned chair. Isaac, sitting a row away gave him a puzzled look before paying attention to the teacher. It was Lydia, who sat in the row behind him, that kicked his chair and gave him the thumbs up when he turned to face her. 'Good for you!' she mouthed, giving him a wink.

At the buzzer he got to the wash-rooms and looked in the long mirror running down the wall above the sinks when he saw why Lydia had been grinning.

The black t-shirt he'd grabbed off the floor wasn't his. It obviously wasn't his because Stiles didn't own a single item of black clothing that wasn't for a funeral. He looked good though, aside from the massive hickie on the side of his neck – right over his jugular.

The rest of the school was going to know that Stiles had made out with someone, but the wolves were going to know who he'd been making out with – because he was pretty sure Derek's T-shirt was going to smell like Derek.

"Shit."


I'd like to thank… well… everyone! I had no idea when I started throwing some ideas down onto paper that this would be the response and I'm so (so so so so so so) happy that people are enjoying this.

I read all the reviews (ok, I re-read them all the time…) and they fill me with happy feels that inspire me to write more – which is why this update is only 24 hours after the last.

There is a little more sexy!sterek in here than I've written before so I hope that no one is offended – it wasn't my intention to do so.

Once again, thank you all so much for every single kind word – especially Jen, who makes me laugh every time she klsdhfsjfdgjdhggklk's with her feels.