Author Notes: I'm sorry I couldn't have this posted by Friday :( I tried though but the chapter is long and very intense so please accept my excuse. I am so happy by the feedback, you guys rock. I would love to hear everyone's though so don't be afraid to tell me what you think. Special thinks to the impaladiaries and Junior. They both rock. And so sorry this took so long to update. So sorry!

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Gulp by gulp the orange liquid disappeared until there was nothing left but pulp clinging to the sides of the tall glass cup. Stiles set down the glass and exhaled a satisfied breath. Scott, Allison and Derek were watching him, their own breakfast momentarily forgotten.

"What?" He said and picked up some toast and bit into it. Crumbs bounced down his chin and onto the table. "Gotta wash out the taste of Leporid."

"Good word usage," Allison praised "But you didn't eat it, you only...killed it."

"Speaking of which, why did I present the bunny to you?" Stiles asked and turned towards Derek.

Derek was standing beside the stove; he had just put a healthy portion of hash browns on his plate and looked towards Scott.

"Don't look at him. Look at me. No. Tell me!" Stiles growled. "I have saved both of your asses on more than one occasion and I can handle it, don't keep things from me. I've always been the one left out in the cold but now I'm right in the middle but I'm still getting frostbite!"

Derek sat back down in his spot beside Stiles setting his plate in front of himself. Allison and Scott had been in charge of breakfast, Scott had complained the entire time that they didn't have bacon and then he burnt the eggs.

"You will gain more consciousness in your wolf form when you learn to control it, just like Scott." Derek explained and placed his forearm on the table. "Right now when you transform it pure instincts…" He cleared his throat, trying to think of a way to tell Stiles that he was asubmissive without it coming out as an insult.

It wasn't an insult.

"You're Derek's bitch," Scott chuckled.

Derek's head jerked towards Scott, his eyes shooting daggers. The idiot didn't know how to use tact.

Stile's mouth fell open. His eyes shot to Derek and his entire face turned bright red. "We didn't...I mean...my ass isn't—"

"No, no, that's not what I meant!" Scott ducked his head under his hands in embarrassment. That was a image he didn't need in his head. "God, who's thinking of bestiality now?"

"You didn't leave much room for interpretation!" Stiles growled and threw his napkin at Scott.

Allison was tempted to smack Scott upside his head; he wasn't helping.

"You're a submissive," Derek corrected and still glaring at Scott.

"So...what the hell does that mean?"

"It means you wanted to please the Alpha and those who are above you in the pack," Derek gestured to himself and Scott. "It means you won't want to eat before us, you seek approval, ask permission...stuff like that."

"Well this just blows!" Stiles stood up and shouted. "I don't want to be your bitch. I don't want to be anyone's bitch!"

"Calm down," Derek said softly.

Stiles looked down at Derek who was still sitting calmly in his chair.

"Is that an order, master? Well fuck you, fuck you both!" He snapped.

Scott stepped in front of Allison. Allison had already slipped a knife into her hand. She had been taught where and how to injure a werewolf, forcing it to change.

Stiles nails had grown and he had begun to change with his pulse increased.

Derek stood up.

He extended his hand and gestured to Scott and Allison to back down and approached Stiles.

"You are in danger of hurting your friends," he said softly.

Stiles took a step back to distance himself from the bigger Wolf.

"You are in danger of hurting your pack," Derek put up his arms and pinned Stiles against the wall. Stiles looked up at Derek his eyes slightly wild, slightly scared. "You are not a bitch." Derek leaned forward pressing his forehead against Stiles'. He looked him in the eyes trying to pull his focus. He turned his head rubbing his cheeks against Stiles. He dipped down lower to rub his face against Stiles' neck and brush his nose along Stiles' exposed collarbone.

"It's going to be ok...come back," Derek whispered soothingly in his ear.

Derek's voice was too hushed for Allison to hear. She watched the two werewolves over Scott's shoulder, puzzled by the interaction, almost uncomfortable to be viewing something that felt so intimate.

"What's going on?" Allison whispered. Scott had heard what Derek had said to to Stiles and wanted to intervene, the entire scene felt too intimate, especially between two people who didn't exactly hate each other, but weren't friends either.

Scott wanted to pull Derek off his friend, but he could smell that Derek was exchanging scents with Stiles. Scott didn't understand why, but this seemed to be calming Stiles down.

"Exchanging scents," Scott shrugged. "Um…it's a Pack thing."

Allison huffed in annoyance at Scott's lack of knowledge. "That explains a thing or two about your bedroom behavior."

Stiles closed his eyes tightly and jerked away from Derek's touch."I hate this," he clenched teeth. Stiles ducked under Derek's arm and hit the wall in frustration."I just can't do this," his voice cracking as tears stung his eyes. "I don't have control. I could hurt someone. I would never forgive myself if—" he broke off with a sob and grabbed his hair in frustration.

Derek didn't know how to handle this Stiles, and his friends were really more equipped than he was, so he moved aside to make room for Scott and Allison to comfort the wrecked rushed pasted him to Stiles side. Allison, as all fear of Stiles vanished, wrapped herself around him hugging him tightly. Scott wrapped his arms around Stiles from behind and pulled him into his chest trying to reassure his friend.

"It gets better man, we're gonna get through this," Scott promised.

Derek moved further away from them. Stiles was right, it was wrong of them to keep him "out in the cold" and despite the danger of his information, he had to reveal what he knew. Before he changed his mind, Derek turned back to the three young adults huddled in a group hug and spoke.

"We could kill the Alpha that bit you," he said softly and glanced up at them.

"Don't even joke," Allison scolded. "You said it yourself yesterday that we would likely never find him, a needle in a haystack, remember?"

"That was before I saw Stiles eyes when he turned."

"What about my eyes?" Stiles asked bring his fingers right beneath them.

"It's like a finger print, some packs have unique coloring specific to their genes, and eye colors are the same. Before becoming an Alpha, I had blue eyes. That was unique to her family pack, but my father had yellow like Scott's. So did Peter."

"What does yellow mean?" Scott asked. He couldn't believe how much Derek knew and had never told him.

"Nothing, it's like brown eyes. It's the most common. If Stiles had yellow eyes, without a name we would probably never find his maker...but I never seen eyes like that and no way with eyes that unique that someone out there won't know something."

"So...what...I kill the Alpha?" Stiles asked. He looked between Allison and Scott. Allison grabbed his hand and squeezed it letting him know that she was there for him, whatever it took. Scott took his other hand and did the same. They would be with him until the end of this nightmare.

"Yes," Scott nodded. "Allison and I will help you find this son of a bitch!"

"No," Derek said his eyes flashing red. "We all find him."

- –

Stiles leaned between the front seats of Derek's car.

"So I have Pink eyes?" Derek had just put the car in park outside Stile's dorm. Stiles had insisted that he get some of his own clothes before they started this Sherlock-like quest to find the ass biter, he was tired of smelling like Derek.

Before Stiles had been bitten, he had thought Derek smelled wood-ish. Basically what Stiles thought what a man's man smelt liked, now it is so much more specific. Like coumarin, the sweet odor that reminds him of freshly cut grass and hay, Lavender, and sandalwood. It's Derek's unique scent and it's smothering him. It's soothing and arousing at the same time and it frustrates the hell out of him. He just wanted to scrub his skin, change and jerked off...Maybe jerk off first and then scrub his skin and bit his lip. Could they smell it...if he jerk 'it' off? Scott probably just thought it was his natural scent by now but Derek would know.

Stiles looks up when he felt eyes on him. Derek and Scott were staring at him.

Were they waiting for him to say something, did they smell his arousal? Stiles knew he had to say something, he just didn't do well under pressure.

"Pink?" He repeated.

Stiles looked between them. The entire drive he hadn't shut up about his eyes so seemed like a good go-to conversation

"I would say...purple," Scott shrugged from the passenger seat.

"So I'm a werewolf and I don't even get to be scary...I'm the My Little Pony of werewolves," he groaned and flopped back into the back seat, Allison patted his legs, comforting.

"Well I think they are pretty." Stiles turned and a cheekily grinned at Allison.

"You think I'm pretty?"

Derek rolled his eyes and opened his door and jerked his seat forward. "Let's go."

Stiles awkwardly climbed out of the back seat. "Oh no way, you're not going," Stiles crossed his arms. "I can handle going to my dorm and packing all by myself...You can give me a rub down before if you want. I'm sure I got a patch of skin somewhere that isn't raw from that sandpaper on your face," Stiles sarcastically retorted and exposed his neck.

Derek growled in annoyance. "That dorm is filled with lots and lots of people and hundreds of different scents. You are going to smell blood, sex, liquor, and the noises…it isgoing to be like going into a crowded club...so...shut your mouth and let's go."

Stiles wrinkled his nose and jerked his head away in defeat and trudged ahead of Derek, mopping.

Derek shut the door, he leaned in the open window and looked at the two inside the car. "Allison, I need you to get in contact with your Hunter buddies, find out if there are any were wolves from out of town in this area; Spanish speaking. Check for other attacks, anything that might help us."

Allison saluted.

"What do I do?" Scott asked.

"Moral support," Derek grinned as Scott's face fell. He stood back up and jogged to catch up with Stiles.

"My roommate is a super dick...just ignore him."

"I could eat him" Derek offered.

Stiles smiled. "Sweet of you, but let's avoid murder on our quest."

"You realize this thing-"

"Quest" Stiles corrected.

"Whatever, finding the Alpha" Derek growled.

"You are taking the fun out of this...Sour wolf" Stiles grumbled.

Derek closed his eyes and told himself that punching Stiles right now was counter productive, he would punch him later.

"Fine...Our Quest. For it to succeed it's gonna end in murder" Derek explained. He glanced over, Stiles features went hard and he nodded.

"He was trying to kill me, he's probably killed others. It's not murder."

Derek reached forward and opened the door to the dorms and watched as Stiles passed him, he could think whatever he needed too, whatever to get the job done. Didn't change the fact for Stiles to get his cure he would have to end a life.

There were a few people hanging out in the lobby. A group of studentswere sitting around playing spoons. There were a few beside a radio and a skinny Latino male was teaching them a dance. The giggling girls were enjoying the swirling but stopped when they saw them. Stiles waved awkwardly and the girls batted their eyes at Derek. Derek didn't acknowledge them. He stopped by the elevator and watched as Stiles bypassed it.

"Stairs dude," Stiles gestured.

Derek's lip curled, but followed him."And why are we taking the stairs?"

"I thought you liked working out," Stiles called out behind him.

Derek took off his sunglasses and hung them off the collar of his shirt.

"Finding this asshole is time sensitive."

Stiles stopped and spun around. Derek stopped two steps behind him and looked up.

"I have issues with small contained areas."

"You're claustrophobic?"

Stiles shrugged then continued up the stairs. "I have issues. I can deal with them but if I can I avoid them I do. I shut myself into a locker once...when Peter nearly ripped you in half."

Derek frowned at the memory

"You realize now that he could have found you easily, in those lockers?"

Stiles nodded ruefully. "Yes I do...how do you handle the smells? It's giving me a major headache."

"You learn how to repress a lot, just like your hearing." Derek replied.

Stiles stopped again "I really respect Scott now...like he did most of this on his own. The beginning...I mean he did try to kill me once, but he was able to overcome it by himself."

"He didn't do it on his own," Derek corrected him. "He had you."

Stiles diverted his eyes and blushed. "Well...this is my floor," he rubbed this neck. He turned away and opened the door to the floor of his dorm. Everything hitting him at once was overwhelming, he pressed his back against the wall.

"I want you to think of one thing." Derek was standing close, but wasn't touching him. Stiles had expressed his dislike of the rubbing.

"What thing?" he asked and covered his ears. He hear could everyone. Even though most of them were in their dorms he could hear them talking, the TV's blaring, the click of keys. Someone was taking a shower and jerking off in it.

"Doesn't matter," Derek leaned closer his lips were just beside his ear and whispered. "Scott had Allison, she was his anchor. You've got to find yours. Whenever you are losing control you think about that."

"I don't have anyone like Allison, how am I supposed to find their voice?" Stiles closed his eyes tightly; the hot breath on his ears was a bit distracting...

"That is Scott's anchor, it doesn't have to be a person, it can be anything. A memory, a feeling, anywhere you can go and calm yourself."

Stiles breathes became more even and his pulse slowed. Derek smiled and stepped away "See? Now just remember that and practice it."

Stiles pushed himself off the wall and wiped his eyes. It was difficult to think about his mother and keep his composure. "What did you think of?" Derek asked as Stiles walked passed him.

"My mom."

Derek eyes followed Stiles as he walked ahead. He stopped three doors down and knocked.

"Fuck off!" A voice yelled from the other side.

"Dude I lost my keys,let me in!" Stiles yelled back and knocked again.

"Not my problem, TS Stilinksi, beat it." A girl giggled from inside the dorm.

Stiles clenched his fist and banged on the door. "Damn it Billy. I need to get a few things, just open the door!"

"I'm with someone; fuck off before I kick your ass."

Stiles gestured for Derek to stop when he growled and stepped towards him. Stiles turned back towards the door and pressed himself to it and knocked softly. "If you don't let me in I'm going to get angry and you won't like me angry." Stiles pressed his face against the door.

His nails digging aching to be released, so far he's been controlling it. Derek respects his wishes and stays back. There is some movement in the room and the door swings open. Stiles falls forward awkwardly and lands on Billy's feet. The girl covers up her chest, her eyes are wide.

"Hi," Stiles said waving from his place on the floor. "I'm Stiles, Billy's roommate."

The girl waves back. "Hi Stiles, I'm Samantha," she wet her lips and looked at Billy.

Billy jerks Stiles up. "Now listen up you fucktard, I'm sick of your weird ass bullshit. I have a lady here."

"That's a change from your usual whores," Stiles said.

Billy slammed him against the door frame and pinned him there.

"Whores?" Samantha repeats. "What whores?"

"He's just talking shit, baby" Billy said and pushes him harder against the door.

"Yes, sexual activity doesn't determine a person worth, it was wrong of me to slut shame. . Sexually experienced ladies he usually has over, my bad,"

Samantha looked for her shirt. "I'm leaving," Samantha grabbed her shirt and slipping it over head

"No babe, I'll take care of this." Billy turned towards Stiles.

"I'm going to kick your ass," Billy pushed Stiles hard; off balance Stiles stumbled backwards and hit the wall opposite of their room.

Stiles pressed his back against the wall and clenched his fist. His chin pressed against his chest as he stared at the floor trying to use the trick that Derek had taught him, but the adrenaline was pumping through him and he didn't have the state of mind to compose himself. His breath was shaky, the desire to conflict harm was like a wet blanket wrapping tightly around , unaware of the danger walked out and cracked his knuckles, he stopped and turned towards Derek.

"What are you looking at homo? Get lost."

Derek who had been watching Stiles intently glanced up. "You are about to beg me to save your life, I suggest being nicer."

Billy mouthed 'What the fuck' and caught out of the corner of his eyes Stiles jumping at him. He let out a startled cry, but it was cut off as Stiles tackled him. They slid into the room Billy held his hands out trying to protect himself. Stiles was on top of him growling deeply. Samantha pressed herself tightly against the wall too afraid to move, too shocked to scream out.

A couple of people peered out of their rooms to see what the commotion was."Nothing to see," Derek barked and stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

Stiles twisted Billy's arm unnaturally and he cried out in pain, tears rolled down his cheeks. It near breaking; Derek knelt beside him, Stile's roommate had been cut up a little but no real damage yet.

"God help me!" Billy cried.

"I suggest you ask me for help." Derek smirked

"Help him please!" The girl suddenly cried.

Derek looked up and rolled his eyes. He grabbed Stiles by the back of the neck and tossed him across the room. The Alpha jerked Billy up he wasn't as pretty as before, but the wounds were superficial. "Stiles I suggest you start packing." Stiles looked up and around the room, confused. It was a mess and Billy was bleeding.

He gasped and started to move towards his roommate to check if he was ok.

"Pack!" Derek ordered and tossed Billy onto the bed beside Samantha. Samantha grabbed Billy and pulled him towards her. She was crying and checked his wounds. Stiles felt horrible; even though his roommate was a dirt bag he had almost killed him. He had almost killed an innocent person. Stiles threw clothes into a duffel bag and fled the room as quickly as he could.

–

Scott leaned out the window bored out of his mind as Allison did all the work. She was multitasking, talking on her phone and going through local police reports on her iPad.

"Have you seen him personally?" Allison asked and tapped her fingers against her leg. "He's killed one hunter...there are a few missing persons' reports, but that's not uncommon at a college town...ok I'm checking now." She paused and checked her information. "I have three missing males between the age of 16 and 24 years of age" She tilted her head and listened.

"Well the report doesn't mention their sexuality." She bit bit her lip. "Ok...thanks Ben," Allison hung up.

Scott turned around in his seat and rested his chin on the head rest. "So?"

"The Alpha seems to like young gay men." She looked down at her iPad and flipped through the police reports. "He doesn't know if he's still around. He's killed one hunter, but the trail seems to have gone cold."

"Do you think he skipped town?"

"They said there is no evidence of a pack establishing itself around here and considering that Stiles said he had a foreign accent, he may have just been passing through."

"He could be on vacation," Scott shrugged.

Allison glanced up her eyebrow arched.

"What, werewolves need down time too."

"And killing three young men is your definition of down time?" She asked

"Well...just because he needs a vacation doesn't make him a good guy." Scott turned his head when he heard Derek and Stiles. Stiles voice was raised and he could sense the anger from inside the car. "I can smell blood," Scott whispered to Allison. He yelled out to Stiles and Derek. "What's going on?" The blood didn't belong to either of them and it put Scott on edge. He could taste the rage steaming off Stiles.

The two approached the car and ignored Scott as they walked to the driver's side. "I could have killed him!" Stiles snapped.

"Shut up and get in," Derek ordered and opened the door.

"No! You did nothing, you let me attack him!" Stiles threw down the bag at Derek's feet. His jaw was clenched and his eyes focused wildly on the Alpha.

Derek slammed the door shut and stepped towards Stiles and poked him hard in the chest. "No, you didn't control yourself. When you don't control yourself there are consequences!"

Stiles smacked away his hand, "That's bullshit!"

"Scott?" Allison whispered. She could sense that this could escalate fast.

Scott nodded and slid out of his seat and sat on the window. He rested his arms on the roof. "Guys, let's just clam down," Scott said and gestured for them to get into the car.

"You knew," Stiles accused, "that I was terrified of hurting someone, and you let me attack him, you had the power to stop me and you did nothing." His vibrant pink eyes glistened with tears. Derek moved into his personal space although there was only an inch or so height difference Derek appeared much larger with his broad shoulders. His voice was slow and husky as he glared directly into Stiles' eyes.

"I am not your Alpha, I am not your babysitter, you are not in my pack and you're damn lucky I helped you at all. I should have left you to die out there. I don't care about your fucking moral dilemma of hurting people. People get in the way, people get hurt, get over-"

Derek's head jerk back violently as Stiles' fist collided with his jaw.

He tasted blood.

Stiles shook his hand, it was like hitting a brick wall but he was so tired of hearing him talk. Stiles wasn't like him, he cared about hurting others. It scared him to death that he might kill someone and Derek had almost allowed him to do so. Scott's mouth fell open. Derek stood and wiped the blood drippingdown his chin and turned slowly towards Stiles.

"That one is free the next on- -"

The second fist was as sudden as the first Derek barely managed to catch it in time. He jerked Stiles forward bearing his teeth. Stiles pushed against Derek's chest trying to free his hand, bones begun to crack and break in the powerful grip. Stiles was forced to his knees and cried out in pain.

Scott pulled himself from the window and onto the roof of the car.

He leaped at Derek, clothes lining the larger werewolf.

They both tumbled and rolled across the parking corrected himself landing in a crouching position.

Scott landed in front of him. He flipped into a defensive position. He bared his teeth and snapped at the Alpha.

Stiles laid on the ground and watched as his mangled hand healed. "That's gross" Stiles said and looked up wards Derek and Scott.

They were having a Wolf-Off. Both of their faces were transformed and growing viciously and snapping at each other.

"Stiles come here. Stiles stop!" Allison pleaded. Stiles pushed himself off the ground and glanced towards Allison. He was tempted to give up the fight, there was no way that they could defeat Derek but there was no way he was going to back down either. He charged towards them.

Derek turned at the sound of running feet, he side stepped him and pushed Stiles off balance.

Stiles flew forward and ate the cement. His chin took the blunt of the injury. He turned, bloody towards the fight.

Scott had taken the opportunity of Stiles' distraction and tackled Derek to the ground. They were inches apart. Derek's arms were restricted but he was able to punch Scott with a short powerful burst to the ribs.

"Oomph," Scott gasped as the air was knocked out of him. He moved his arm to protect his exposed ribs and then a solid forearm connected to the side of his head. He was forced to roll and stopped at Stiles' feet. Stiles reached down and helped Scott up.

Derek stood up and turned towards them and gestured for them to bring it.

Scott and Stiles exchanged glances.

Scott ran first towards the Alpha and flipped over him as Derek took a swing at him and landed behind turned and punched him in the kidney.

Derek roared in pain and gasped as the air was knocked out of him by Stile's shoulder making impact with his gut.

Derek grabbed Stiles by the shoulders and raised his knee and slammed it into face.

Stiles cried out as his nose bent unnaturally and blood gushed from it. Derek grabbed him by the shirt and threw him as hard as he could into Scott.

The two toppled to the ground.

"You ok?" Scott gasped

"Yeah?" Stiles nasally acknowledged, not quite sure if he would ever be ok was laying on top of Scott. The two breathed heavily, exhausted and in pain from the confrontation.

Derek approached "Are you done?"

"Almost," Stiles rolled over and bit Derek's ankle. Scott twirled from beneath Stiles. Derek bent over to pry Stiles off him. He lifted his head in time to catch both of Scott's heels slam into his jaw. Derek fell backwards.

The Alpha reached into his mouth and pulled out two teeth. He was slow to his feet and spit blood.

Scott got to his feet; he was wobbly but ready to keep going if he had too. Stiles sat on the ground not quite ready to keep going. He was panting heavily and had blood dripping down his face. Some of the injuries had already begun to heal but not quick enough in Stiles' opinion.

Derek's head jerked when he heard sirens.

"Let's go!" Allison yelled. She had been forced to watch the entire ordeal without a weapon. She would have interfered, but couldn'twithout the risk of bodily injury.

Scott bent down and pulled Stiles up and put his arm over his shoulder and the three wounded ran to the car.

Stiles ungraciously scrambled into the back and Derek threw the duffel bag at Scott as he got into the passenger side. Derek got in and burnt tires as they made their getaway.

The four sat in silence.

Stiles was using the bottom of his shirt to wipe the blood from his face.

Derek tongue ran over his gums where he had lost his teeth, they would grow back by tomorrow.

Scott pushed the bag awkwardly between his legs.

The three of them were breathing hard, the adrenaline still pulsing but they were equally exhausted.

"Next time that happens, so help me God, I'll kick all of your asses," Allison said breaking the awkward silence.

Stiles snorted.

"Oh god my nose," Stiles whined. It was still a bit broken from the knee to his face.

Derek started laughing and it was contagious.

The others joined in tension broke as they left the Campus in their dust.

Author notes;

So sorry this took so long, hope you enjoy it and please review. I'll make the next chapter super funny/cute extra if you do so ;)