Stiles awoke to a knocking sound. Who was knocking on his door at this time of morning? He shifted in his bed only to feel the warmth of another person. Stiles rubbed his eyes open to see Derek Hale staring at him.
This was definitely a great way to start off a morning. He pushed himself into Derek's chest lightly before he heard that same knock. Derek went to pull back slightly when Stiles shivered. Derek looked down at where they were still connected.
"You should stop doing that..." Stiles whispered. Derek didn't reply. He slowly pulled out causing Stiles to feel shivers throughout his body. Once Derek was out, he went over to the floor and put on his discarded jeans.
"Stay in bed. I'll be back." Derek walked out the door. Stiles stretched and pushed his face into a pillow. It smelt like Derek. Stiles couldn't help but smile at this. He loved waking up next to Derek. But one thing he wasn't good at was listening. He slowly sat up, feeling beyond sore in his lower back, and stepped out of bed.
He could feel Derek's cum dripping down his legs. He laughed slightly, loving the feeling. He slid his boxers, not bothering to clean up. Derek was probably in the kitchen by now. Stiles walked out of the room. He yawned stretching his arms out again. He didn't recognize the voices until it was too late.
He opened his eyes and stared in horror at his pack. Isaac, Allison, Scott, Lydia, Danny, Jackson and Derek were all string at him in Derek's living room. As if time froze, no one moved. Stiles didn't know what to do. Here he was, practically naked, with Derek's cum down his legs and hair probably a mess. Why did these things happen to him?
Stiles excused himself rather quickly and ran to make himself presentable. He threw on the same outfit he wore last night and walked out again to see his pack. His throat was tight and his chest hurt. He was mortified. He could see the death glare Derek was giving him, but he refused to look the man in his eyes.
"Some one forgot that the pack meeting was this morning..." Lydia spoke up to fill the awkward silence. Few people turned to look at her.
"I can't believe Derek would choose Stiles..." Danny whispered to Jackson.
"Wow Danny." Stiles spoke up. All eyes turned to him. "Are you saying I'm not sexy enough for Derek?" Stiles eyes drifted to Derek's whose were sending daggers his way. He heard Allison giggle.
"Can we not have this conversation?" Isaac asked.
"I'd agree." Derek responded not loosing eye contact from Stiles. Stiles knew he should probably be scared right now, but he was getting slightly turned on. Derek could apparently tell and walked into the kitchen ignoring Stiles' needs. Uh, rude!
"Did you know you've got a new neighbor?" Scott was talking to Derek in the kitchen but Stiles couldn't help but listen in. Stiles sometimes forgot that there were actual people out in the world. Maybe this could be fun! Hanging with other humans! Stiles wouldn't be alone! Well, in retrospect there were actually a lot of people he could hang out with but he chooses not to...
"Yes. I saw him moving in." Derek replied shuffling through the fridge.
"Have you talked to him yet?" Scott asked not even trying to hid the curiosity in his voice.
"No." Derek seamed to be in a very talkative mood this morning. But Stiles knew that it wasn't because of the side of the bed he woke up on... Obviously he woke up on the Stiles of the bed.
"Stiles?" Stiles head snapped towards Lydia. "I asked how was the sex?" Stiles could feel his face heat up at the question.
"Uh, Pretty-"
"Don't answer that." Derek yelled from the kitchen. Stiles smirked and mouthed A-W-E-S-O-M-E. Lydia and Allison started laughing. He thought he could hear Derek growling from the kitchen.
There was another knock at the door. Stiles took the liberty to walk over and answer it himself.
Before him stood a man he had never seen before; however he was oddly familiar to Stiles. He was in his early twenties, taller than Stiles (though not by much), dark green eyes, wore jeans and a bright blue shirt, slick, combed back dirty blonde hair The back of it was actually a dark red that looked pretty cool. He had a muscular build and a clear, smooth, rosy complexion. Stiles put on a smile.
"Hey. I'd like to introduce myself. James Tanner. I just moved into the floor below and thought I should get to know some of the other owners!" He held out his hand for Stiles to shake. Stiles went to shake it when Derek suddenly appeared and pulled him back. Derek's body was tense as his hand rested a little low for Stiles' liking. Stiles tried to shake Derek off. Derek tightened his grip on Stiles' lower hip. "You must be the owner? James." He gestured to Derek with the same hand that was meant for Stiles.
"Derek." He replied fast and with intensity. There was nothing in his voice, like he did not want to talk to this man. James noticed his tone.
"Well, Derek. I was going to have a party later tonight if you'd want to invite some people-" James hands were shaking as if he was scared. Poor guy, Derek was scaring him!
"No." Stiles slapped Derek's hand away from his hip.
"Sorry about his behavior. We'll be there." Stiles smiled which made James brighten slightly.
"Thanks..."
"Stiles. Stiles Stilinski." He held out his hand to James who gladly took it. James thanked him again before walking down the hallway. Derek pushed Stiles back into the apartment and slammed the door.
"What the hell was that?" Derek was yelling now, getting everyone's attention.
"What?!" Stiles asked trying to calm the wolf down.
"You know what. Why would you do that?" Derek was boiling with anger. It was almost like it was radiating off of him.
"Do what? I'm trying to be a friendly neighbor, unlike yourself-" Derek looked like he was getting frustrated. Stiles looked over to Scott who looked just as confused as Stiles. Someone, anyone? Couldn't they stand up and help him? Stiles was taking all of Derek's wrath alone.
"No, Stiles. That's not what I mean. He's a wolf." Derek's hands were in fists as he walked closer to Stiles. "The closer you get to him, the more he thinks that's okay. He'll become accustomed to being around you."
"Why is that a bad thing? He looks like a nice guy-"
"Because you're my mate! How many times do I have to tell you this?! You can't go back to the way things were before. Everything's different now. You can't be alone with other werewolf's unless they are apart of my pack, or you have my permission. Everything you do need to permitted by me. You are not going to that party tonight." Stiles punched him.
Derek dodged it of coarse, but Stiles tried to punch him.
He was out of the apartment before he could think twice.
Stiles was beyond pissed off. He drove home faster than ever, ignored his father on the way to his room, and slammed the door.
Stiles had never seen Derek so angry. He was furious with Stiles. And for what? Because Stiles talked to the new neighbor? Because he introduced himself and shook his hand? If Derek didn't like it, he should find himself a different mate. He could leave Stiles at anytime he wanted to, find a single, attractive woman, and 'mate' with her. It didn't have to be Stiles.
Also, Derek didn't need to be so possessive. Stiles needed his space too! Who was Derek to tell him what parties he could and couldn't go to!
But why was Derek so angry? It just didn't make any sense. If Derek didn't want to go to that stupid party, he could have polity turned him down. That's not even why Stiles was mad. It was the way Derek did it. Derek acted as if he owned Stiles. As if Stiles was his property. Something he could trade if something better came along. This reminded Stiles of a story when he was six.
He had this teddy bear that his grandmother had given him for his fourth birthday. Stiles had loved it. He loved it so much that he was inseparable with it. There was never a minuet when you saw Stiles but not Fred (the bear- It might not be the best name but Stiles was four).
But one day, it was around Christmas. His mother took him shopping. She said she need Stiles' help to pick out a gift for his dad. He didn't have a slight clue what to get him. She smiled and told him to get him something from the heart. When they walked by a toy store, Stiles froze outside the window. His eyes went big as he pressed his nose to the glass.
Before him was a teddy bear, not much different than Fred. But to a six year old, it was bigger, better, and newer. He wanted it so much. He started crying to his mother. She leaned down, smiling and said, "Hunny, you don't need a new bear."
He cried even more. "M-Mommie! But Fred is boring! A-And he's no fun a-anymore!" Claudia leaned down and wiped away his tears. She pulled him into hug.
"Stiles, one day you'll grow up and understand. You will see true beauty in the things that have value. Value is not determined by a price tag, but by the love one has for it." When Christmas came, Stiles got the new teddy bear and forgot about Fred. It wasn't until after his mother's death that he remembered her words. The memories made him cry.
He heard a soft knock on his door. His dad opened it revealing a glass of water and some cookies. "Am I interrupting something?" His father hesitated to come in. Stiles sat up in his bed and wiped away the tears.
"Just thinking about mom..." He whispered. He didn't have to say much more for his dad to understand. He set the plate and glass down on the table before sitting next to Stiles on the bed.
"I'm not sure what happened with you and Derek but I need us to have a trusting relationship. If something's going on, I need to know. I had been in the dark before, about werewolves, and I don't want that to happen again. So if something's going on right now, I need you to tell me."
Stiles couldn't stop the tears that followed. He leaned on his dad's shoulder who just took it. He hadn't cried this much with his father since his mother's funeral. He shouldn't be crying, either. He needed to man up, to face Derek and tell him what he was thinking. But he couldn't.
Because Stiles was a coward. Derek deserved so much better. He deserved someone who was tough, loyal, smart, beautiful... Stiles was none of those. He had his moments, but not as many as he would like to think. Stiles let the tears fall as he told his dad what was going on. His dad was right, he needed to know everything that was happening in Beacon Hills. He was the Sheriff after all. So Stiles told him.
He told him about being bit, and that's why he was sick for a few days. He told him about Jackson taking him and Derek finding him. He told him about being Derek's "Mate" and how it wasn't a big deal but he wished it was. The only thing he didn't tell him was the things Derek and himself have done- the sexual things.
He waited for his dad to reply. There were ten minuets of silence before his father spoke. "I don't see the problem." Stiles leaned back and looked at the sheriff. He looked tiered and worn out. He must have been working hard these past few days. Did he wait up for Stiles to return last night?
Did his dad stay up all night, only to get a call from his son who was lying about staying over at a friends? Stiles' heart ached at the memory. He never stopped to think what his dad was doing. Everything his dad has been through-
Stiles getting sick and not waking up for days must have been terrifying. To get a call from the school saying they found your son passed out on the way to the lacrosse game? That would be a nightmare. Then to go to the hospital all night only to get word that they can't do anything for him? That his son showed no signs of being sick? Having to wait for days until he woke up? And when Stiles did finally wake, he didn't even talk that much to his father. Then, the next morning, he disappeared for four days!
Four days! Overall, his father had to go more then a week without seeing his son and having no idea where to look for him. Then, when Stiles returned, things went back to normal. Stiles had tried to act the same, he tried to cause his father little trouble. But no matter what, he was a burden to his father. He had told him about his date with Derek and the fact he was gay, five minuets before Derek showed up.
He was a horrible son. Here he was complaining, crying his eyes out over a guy, when his father had been to hell and back. He didn't know what to say. So they sat there, in silence. Just enjoying each other presence. And yet, here was his dad- Putting on a tough act, being a good father. Telling Stiles that he didn't see a problem even thought it was right in front of him.
"I'm sorry." Stiles spoke up after a while. He knew his dad understood why he was apologizing.
"Don't be. I wouldn't be the Sheriff of Beacon Hills if my own son didn't disappear every now and again. Just don't make a habit of it." His dad joked. His words hiding seep truths.
Stiles smiled. "I wont."
Stiles was honest with his dad when he told him he was going to a party. His dad nodded and told him to be safe. Stiles hugged him one last time before leaving.
For some reason, Stiles had a weird feeling about tonight. He didn't want to see Derek so he prayed he wasn't going to be there. But, like everything else, his prayers would probably go unanswered.
Stiles drove up the Derek's apartment complex as though he was there to see Derek. It was just starting to become so normal now- To be able to just pull up to his boyfriends apartment. Derek, being his boyfriends? Stiles couldn't even imagine what the norm would be for that.
He could hear the music as he got out of the car. He still wasn't sure if he wanted to do this. Maybe he should go up one more floor and apologize just to Derek...
Before he could really think about it, he was at James apartment. The door was thrown open before he could get the chance to knock. James stood there with a big smile on his face as though he was expecting Stiles.
"Stilinski, right?" James asked. Stiles nodded. Suddenly, he wasn't in the mood to party. It didn't seem worth it if Derek wasn't with him... "Come on in! Some of your friends are already here!" Stiles heart jumped at the anticipation of seeing Derek. He would get to apologize after all! James walked him in and helped guide him through the craziness of the crowd.
Stiles' heart sank as his eyes landed on Lydia, Scott, Allison and Isaac. He was happy to see them but... They weren't Derek.
"You need to smile more! Have some of this, it will make you feel better!" James handed a drink to Stiles. He contemplated drinking it. He knew it was alcohol and that if he drank it, there was no going back. Maybe he needed to forget for a night? It couldn't hurt, right?
He shot back the contacts in the cup and recognized it as Vodka immediately. The strong taste made Stiles' eyes water. It had been a long time since he had something this strong. "There you go! I'll get you another!" James yelled before disappearing in the chaos. Stiles walked over to his friends who all stared at him in shock.
"What?" He yelled. The music was so loud that he didn't think they would be able to hear them otherwise.
"Does Derek know you're here?" Isaac yelled. Stiles shook his head. Tonight he would forget that werewolf.
"This isn't a good idea. You need to talk to Derek!" Lydia yelled at him. Something inside him knew they were right but tonight was a night to have no regrets and live his teen aged life to the fullest.
"He doesn't want me! If he wanted me so bad, he'd be here!" Stiles gestured to the party. He whispered under his breath, "He doesn't need me..." thinking they couldn't hear but Scott obviously picked it up.
"That's not true Stiles!" Scott yelled in protest. Stiles rolled his eyes. "Do you even know what having a mate means?" Scott asked. The music seamed to be getting louder and louder.
"Yeah, it means you don't let them go to a party alone." Stiles replied before turning away from his friends and looking for James who had his drink.