Derek was digging through his suitcase looking for his toothpaste, quickly losing his patience. He was pretty sure he packed a tube before he left. He gave up on looking for it and slammed the suitcase shut. The hotels toothpaste will just have to do. Derek ran a long strip of the bland toothpaste over the hard bristles of the toothbrush and Derek began brushing his teeth.
This was kind of a ritual for him. He went on autopilot as he brushed his teeth. This was a time to think things over, he never really had any time to himself to just sit back and ponder over things happening in his life. His mind b-lined straight for Stiles.
I didn't think Stiles would take me leaving so bad. He has family, and friends. I thought I was doing the right thing. He really fucking hates me. I was only looking out for him. If I-if we would've gotten too serious it would've ended badly. Well, guess that still happened.
Derek's fangs slid out and he began to brush the base of them. Who was that fucking joke with him? Touching all over him. Stiles is MINE. Only I can touch him like that. I need to get him back. I love Stiles. He's mine. Not his.Derek could feel his eyes change and decided it was time to cool down a bit.
Food was on his mind. He hadn't eaten since he arrived to Beacon Hills. And he certainly wasn't paying for the hotel food when he could just make whatever he wanted. Call him cheap. He showered and got dressed, swiped his keys off the small counter in the rooms mini kitchen and headed to the parking garage.
The hotel was just outside of Beacon Hills, so he decided to go to one of the local grocery stores. He knew he was only going into town in hopes of seeing Stiles, but he tried to tell himself that it was for the groceries too. When he arrived at the grocery store, the one closest to Stiles house, he noticed only a few cars were in the parking lot. But it wasn't much of a surprise; Derek woke up pretty early and most of the human population planned on staying in bed on Sundays. Luckily for Derek, he isn't human.
When he gets inside he goes directly to the meat aisle. He surveys the many different available meats until he decides on getting beef. He'd just make himself some cheeseburgers from scratch. He dumped the meat in his basket and headed for the aisle with bread. He froze when he smelt a familiar scent. Him.Derek dropped his basket and walked two aisles over.
He approached Gabe who was standing with two boxes of popcorn in his hands looking at both of them with a confused ogle.
Derek stood next to him and brought his eyes to the boxes, "Stiles hates anything that isn't one hundred percent" he said smugly
Gabe shook his head and snorted putting both boxes back on the shelf.
"And exactly how would you know that?" he asked sarcastically
"Well, you know, I do know him better than you do" Derek said turning his head to look at Gabe, who was already glaring at him.
"Lets skip the bullshit Derek, why are you here?" Gabe folded his arms and narrowed his eyes.
"You know why I'm here" Derek said looking over Gabe's body quickly. He was slightly taller than Derek. His body was nice and toned, he clearly worked out. A strong, healthy man. But Derek could still rip him like a piece of paper.
Gabe jutted his head out and knitted his brows, "If it's about Stiles you can forget about it, he's with me. Someone who actually cares about him"
Derek could hear the boys' heartbeat kicking up a bit.
"He doesn't love you", Derek's face was expressionless as he said it.
Gabe looked away quickly and then back.
"Yes he does". Derek could hear the uncertainty.
"Look, how about you just leave, I'm sure you're a nice guy and everything but I'm back now-"
"Dude, don't fucking talk to me like I'm a child. I've had to put Stiles back together after the mess you made of him. So don't come back here and expect everything to go back to how you left it."
Derek looked away. When he heard Gabe preparing to leave he asked quietly, "What did Stiles do? …To himself I mean." He looked up.
Gabe grabbed the extra butter box of popcorn and dropped it in his cart with the other things he had filled it up with. Jumbo marshmallows, pistachio ice cream, seven different types of chips, blueberry muffins…a bag of smoky flavored curly fries. Gabe looked at Derek and cocked his head as he started pushing the cart. "You ask him, you caused it". And with that he turned to the next aisle.
Derek pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. He wanted to do nothing more than throw the younger man through every shelf in the store and force the answer out of him. But he couldn't hurt Gabe. As badly as his wolf wanted to tear him to shreds, he couldn't. He'd never get Stiles back that way.
How am I going to get close to Stiles with Gabe always around? He saw Gabe pass by the aisle again swiftly and grinned to himself. If he wanted a chance to speak to Stiles he'd have to move fast.
Stiles was in the basement of the house laying out the movies and placing the snuggies down neatly in front of the big leather couches facing the wide projection screen. He and his dad had decided to turn the basement into a mini theatre since they really weren't using it for anything. There were just a few dusty rugs sitting down there and a few boxes with old books before they pimped it out and renovated it. They had fun painting the wall, it took weeks to fully get the matte black paint out their skin. They hired a local carpenter to do the flooring. Luckily the ceiling already had in ceiling lights. It was pretty decked out.
He stood back and looked over everything. Giant bowls for the popcorn and marshmallows, plates for the curly fires. He had the snuggies laid out. He had spread out a wide selection of movies. All action and thrillers. He couldn't wait to watch the newest Bourne movie…again. No matter what Gabe said it was still awesome even though Matt Damon wasn't in it. Where is Gabriel?
Almost as if to answer his question he heard the basement door open, he went and plopped into his seat.
"About time! I was beginning to think you were still mad at me for forgetting to get 'The Lion King'" he said
"He likes 'The Lion King'?"
Stiles practically jumped out the chair and knocked over all the movies he had layed out.
"Derek what the fuck are you-how did you get in?" he half yelled then covered his mouth remembering his dad was upstairs sleeping. He deserved all the rest he wanted after catching the crook who was breaking into people homes and stealing their jewelry.
Derek came up close to him and he took a step back. "Why are you here?"
"I needed to see you" Derek said stepping another step closer causing Stiles to take another step back.
Stiles clenched his hands into fist. "Well you've seen me…now go" he lifted his head to seem more confident.
"Stiles you don't mean that" Derek took another step forward. Stiles shivered, Dereks eyes seemed to be looking into his soul. Seeing everything Stiles was trying to hide. How scared he was, how much we wanted this to stop, he much he didn't want it to. He took another step back his backing hitting the wall. "Derek….just…don't"
Derek crowded Stiles putting his hand on the wall beside his head and bent in close, "Stiles…I'm sorry"
"Derek…I'm…no" he tired to push Derek's chest to move him away but the werewolf didn't budge. Derek ran his other hand across Stiles' face as he looked fiercely into his eyes. "I'm sorry for what I did. I was wrong", he leaned in closer.
Stiles knew Derek could hear his heartbeat beating heavily. Not swiftly, but slowly and hard pumps. He jerked his face away from Derek's touch.
"Derek don't, don't touch me. You lost that right. I gave you my body and you destroyed it. I trusted you."
"Stiles I told you I didn't know…fuck Stiles…I didn't mean to hurt you!" his eyes flashed red. "I left to save you, to help you and everyone else!"
Stiles frowned and stepped directly into Derek looking him eye to eye. "Derek you left for you,you were scared of the love I had for you. Don't make this seem like it's my fault", he scrubbed his face with his hands, "This is your fault!" he could feel his body shaking with anger. He felt a strong hand grab his wrist and lift it up.
"No Stiles! YOU did this" Derek pulled Stiles' sleeve down and shook his arm. Stiles looked away. "Get off me" he whispered.
"No. You can blame me for a lot of shit. Ok, fine. I broke your heart. I'll accept and own up to that. But you, you did this-fuck- Stiles you're not even the type to do this. Do you know this breaks my heart?"
"Get the fuck off me Derek" Stiles said his voice trembling. He felt his throat swelling up.
"Why Stiles? Why did you do this?
"Please let go"
"Tell me why Stiles!" Derek said grabbing Stiles face to turn it to face his. Stiles broke.
'Because I wasn't myself! I had to fucking let the pain out Derek! I had to get that fucking burning feeling out of me. Have you ever felt lost inside of yourself? Have you ever fucking watched yourself crumble from the inside? Seeing yourself on the outside? I was drowning. It was TOO FUCKING MUCH FOR ME DEREK" he snatched his wrist away.
Derek backed away like flame just ignited in front of his face. Stiles was different. He didn't hide his feelings with humor, or silence anymore. When he felt it he gave it to you full force. Derek shook his head.
"Stiles…that's not my fault. I…I didn't make you do that. You did that."
Stiles rubbed his wrist before speaking, quietly this time.
"I gave you my body; I've never shared myself like that with anyone. I trusted you. You asked me if I fucking trusted you, and I did. I gave you my body and you used me, and didn't think twice. You took a piece of me with you when you left Derek Hale!" Stiles was crying hysterically again. Derek looked like a lonely sick kitten, almost as if seeing Stiles like this was worse than injecting wolfsbane into his blood stream.
"Stiles I never meant to hurt you. I love you"
"No! No! I hate you! You don't give a fuck about m-" Derek lunged forward and frantically grabbed Stiles pulling him in and kissing him. Stiles was fighting, punching Derek's chest and kicking his legs but Derek kept kissing him, holding him tight and close.
Suddenly he stopped fighting, his body falling into Derek's embrace. He grabbed at the back of Derek's head and pulled him in closer, kissing back into Derek's lips with force, hope, love, pain.
The burn of Derek's stubble rubbing against his face awoken something in him. The smell of Derek's leather jacket, the feel of his hands gripping his waist. He gripped tighter when he felt his own tears slicking Derek's face. Something deep inside him ignited, he shivered and moaned into the bruising kiss.
They kept kissing until they had to break apart for air. Stiles let out a shivery breath as he dropped his head onto Derek's shoulder.
"I fucking hate you" he whispered, "I hate you".
