Summary: The first lesson.

"I don't want to do this."

"Have to. This is your first lesson. Now give me a few minutes head start and then… Go."

Stiles pats Derek's shoulder before starting to walk away, successfully not tripping as he side steps to keep watching the wolf.

"Stiles, this is a stupid idea. I could actually kill you. Like, you could die. Be dead. Really dead." Derek warns to try and get out of it, hating his first lesson already. This could go badly and no one knows where they are. There are miles of woods where police would have to check. Stiles could bleed out too fast for them to find him. To his surprise, Stiles just shrugs.

"Not if you listen." Stiles smiles and turns, starting to run into the woods. Derek closes his eyes and breathes out, honing in on the kid's footsteps staggering and crunching leaves as he goes. He wonders if the trip is on purpose but it makes his Alpha mind switch on, thinking it's a wounded prey's futile get away. He manages to keep himself in place for a few more moments before he shoots off into the forest after it.

Stiles runs up the hill, not daring to look back because he knows he'll fall if he does. He knows Derek doesn't have much control and falling early in the lesson could result in unwanted injury. He fumbles with getting his phone from his pocket and grunts when he stumbles, and slows a moment to get himself back together before dialing Derek's number.

The wolf's taking long strides, sniffing to follow his prey's scent. His phone vibrating in his pocket throws him off a bit, making him swat with clawed fingers to the side of him before leaning against a tree. The thought slowly gets through to him. Someone is calling him. He digs his claws into the tree trunk and breathes deep, the smell of Stiles' body wash swirling around him. It makes him think. Before he hears labored breathing. It triggers something primal again that he can't control for the first time since he was a child.

Stiles pants as he strips off his jacket and throws it onto a branch on one of the passing trees, sprints over a fallen trunk. He's beginning to sweat and he thinks about how bad this idea is. He's actually getting exercise. When he passes ten more trees, he calls Derek again.

Derek trips a bit when his phone buzzes again and he instinctively turns to see, wolf brain starting to really take him over. He's starting to see red and keeps going, growling to himself. The smell of his prey is getting stronger and his heart pounds as he realizes the smell is almost overwhelming. His prey is in the tree. He looks up and tilts his head, not met with the scared eyes of his soon-to-be kill, but Stiles' jacket, sleeves blowing in the soft wind. He reaches up and snatches it, bringing it to his face and feeling the still warm fabric, scent making him momentarily dizzy.

"Derek." His head whips around at the mere whisper that reaches him like it's right in his ear. He follows it instantly, a heartbeat that isn't only his own thundering in his ears. His canines slip out and he propells himself faster, the other teen coming into view. He has his hands out in front of him, a slightly shocked look on his face.

"Derek." Stiles says again, watching the wolf advance on him quickly, no intention of slowing down. But he can't run, that would put him in a lot of trouble. He squeaks when he's tackled to the ground, sharp tipped hand cradling his head before it hits the ground. It's not in comfort though, Derek gripping hard at the back of his neck and breathing hard into his face. He's on top of him, pinning him so he can't move. "D-Derek."

His eyes are glowing red neon and he knows it, but he can't help himself in inhaling Stiles' scent, right along the tendon in his neck. A low growl emits from his throat and he opens his mouth to position his teeth to sink in.

"Derek!" Stiles' voice is too loud to his overactive senses and he recoils, pressing his head to the younger teen's chest and grunting, hearing the erratic heartbeat boom like falling trees and rocks tumbling into the ocean. He grabs his hips and pulls, slamming himself onto the cold forest floor, Stiles gasping as he was settled on top. Derek's eyes are shut tight and his hands are at his sides, digging into the dirt. He makes to move and pace and think of something when Derek growls loudly at him, freezing him in place. His thighs shake involuntarily and he can't get his breathing under control.

"R-Remember, you have to listen. Don't be a jerk and listen to me for once." He starts softly, cautiously setting a hand down on the older teen's chest. "Deep breaths… think about how awesome I am, do something that'll distract you."

He's actually surprised when Derek listens, making a conscious effort to breathe in the crisp afternoon air and calm himself while he lets it out. He thinks of Stiles cuddling into him the night before, the ease of his heart in gentle thumps. Predictable, unlike now. He's brought back to something he deemed himself not allowed to do anymore; he used to love to get Stiles' heart pumping, get his adrenaline up. He does the only thing he can think of and rolls his hips up, the kid gasping and his heart scattering a bit in beats.

He goes through the motion four more times before his claws disappear, canines hiding themselves again. He feels his heartbeat coming down to normal and both of Stiles' hands are on his chest. He brings his own hands up and grabs his biceps, worn fabric of the green plaid he's wearing soft under his fingers.

"Stiles."

"Oh, thank God." He collapses against his chest and takes a relieved breath, "Dude, I knew you could do it. That's great. Perfect. I told you to listen and you did."

"You were scared." Derek states and he hears the shorter teen's nervous, breathy laugh.

"N…No, I-I wasn't." His heart gives him away along with the stutter but the wolf only chuckles.

"Your eyes were big and round and scared."

"Shut up. Let's go back to my house and I can go into shock there." Stiles tells him and sighs, trying to get his body to stop shaking.

"…Then you should get off me." Derek allows himself a smile and opens his eyes, just in time to watch Stiles realize where he is again and stagger up. And then back, falling right on his ass. "Graceful, aren't you?"

Stiles cheeks tint a lovely, deep pink and he grabs his jacket that had been thrown to the ground when Derek leaped at him. He brushes himself off and feels how much his thighs are still shaking. Derek pulls himself from the ground and feels dizzy, the forest spinning before he blinks a few times and comes back to himself. He feels drained and Stiles next to him, buzzing with nervous energy isn't helping. He starts to walk back, beckoning the kid to follow.

"Calm down." He tells him softly, trying to make his voice soothing even though it may not really take. Stiles undoes one of the top buttons on his flannel to get more air and nods.

"Trying."

Derek brushes the dirt from his hands and takes off his jacket. They're silent of their way back to the Jeep, in which Derek gets up the kindness to say, as they hop in, "The phone thing was a good idea."

"Uh, thanks." Stiles starts up the Jeep and turns it around, getting back onto the main road. They both sigh when the cool air gets to them. "So, that went… Alright. Good, even. Let's take a day, then start your next lesson."

"Which is?" Derek rolls his head to look over, feeling more relaxed than he has in a long time. In the back of his mind, he wants so much to clam up again, take on his hard persona. But he can't bring himself to just yet.

"Not quite sure yet. Maybe something with redirecting pain. I used to do it with Scott and it worked, so." The younger teen shrugs, his phone buzzing in his pocket. He lifts his hips and takes it out, pressing the answer button. "Hey, Dad."

"Has he found a different place yet?"

"Nice to hear your voice, too." Stiles sighs. Derek's hand is on the steering wheel next to his, edging them to the side of the road. His foot comes off the gas petal, looking over at him.

"I just… I don't feel all that comfortable with him being in your room." The Sheriff tells him, "I don't want anything happening to you."

"Like what? Nothing bad is going to happen." He says, watching Derek put the Jeep in park. He furrows his brows.

"Stiles, you know what I mean. Now, I don't care if you like him." Stiles groans and tips his head back against the head rest. His father continues, "I don't want him… Taking advantage of you."

"Dad!" He squeaks. Derek setting a hand on his knee.

"Stiles, I'm serious."

"I-I…"

"I'll see you later." Derek whispers and gets out of the car, starting the trek back to his house. It's not that far and it'll be a good time to think, get back to himself.

"Wait! De—Dude, you don't have to go. Dad, he's not gonna do that to me. Well, now you've got him walking away." Stiles pops out of his car and starts to follow the wolf, who has stopped in the middle of the road to look at him.

"Stiles, it's fine. I wanna go home." He says reassuringly. He needs time alone.

"But I don't want you to go." The kid says before he can stop himself, then rubs a hand over his face, pacing a little. He speaks to his father, "I gotta go." He hangs up and looks back up at the wolf, who has a hardened expression.

"I'm not Tyler. I'm not gonna stay at your house and pretend. The drugs are gone from my system. I don't need you—" He stops there suddenly, Stiles' face flashing with an emotion that makes him hold his tongue. He sighs, "I'll see you, Stiles."

The younger brunette watches Derek back away, then turn and jog off into the woods. He sets a hand on his hip and paces, trying to get himself in check. What was that? 'I don't want you to go'. That was stupid, Stiles. He makes his way back to his Jeep and gets in, "Ouch. Lesson two, pain redirection. Already in progress."