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The next morning was interesting. The day began with cleaning the sheets and washing the dishes, and wondering if Derek had really been there at all. The imposing figure had become more and more prominent in his life and he couldn't help but think that maybe if he had to choose that Derek would be the one.
Scott had texted early that he was going to ride his bike early and that Stiles should talk to him later. Stiles ignored Scott most of the day who was blissfully happy with Allison (who by the way had become quite chummy with Jackson) while Stiles enjoyed lunch with Danny and Lydia, both seeming a bit peeved at Jackson for choosing to sit closer to Scott and Allison.
Stiles was glad the day went quickly and he ended up skipping practice to hang out with Derek. Stiles drove them to Derek's house and they spend the day talking about werewolves and the alpha and all the things that Scott hated talking about with either of them.
"Wait so, you have an uncle?" Stiles asked his eyes wide. Derek had been sharing a bit about his family and Stiles listened and nodded as best he could. "I'm sorry that most of your family perished in that." Stiles murmured rubbing the other's shoulder.
"Well, since I told you about that, Stiles… would you mind telling me about your mom?" Derek asked. He had just been curious about it since he'd realized Stiles lacked a stable parent.
"Yeah, sure." Stiles said leaning back into the decrepit couch and taking a deep breath. "I guess she was pretty much the nicest lady. When I was younger she would let Scott and I play in the back yard for hours and then make sandwiches for us when we were finished playing. She always cut off the crust for me…" He said nostalgically before looking at an attentive Derek. "She was just the best, she read stories to me before bed time. She passed away from cancer when I was ten." Stiles said eyes shifting into a downcast position. "She had a malignant tumor and it killed her suddenly one night, my father had been out on patrol and I was asleep, and then suddenly at like three in the morning my dad came home and he tried everything to revive her, but there was nothing he could do." Stiles shrugged feeling a horrible feeling well in his stomach. "I loved her so much."
Derek nodded pulling Stiles into a hug. "Well I'm glad you have fond memories of her. I have similar ones of my sister Laura. She would be your age now. I used to take care of her and be her big brother. But after the fire… I needed to escape and she stayed here taking care of my uncle. I felt so guilty when I came back to find her in pieces and to know I ran away when I should have protected her." Derek kissed the top of Stiles' head. "I don't mean to scare you, but I'm starting to feel just as protective over you."
Stiles blushed before looking out the window at the impending sunset. "I should go."
Stiles, with a last goodbye kiss to Derek, headed home late and was lucky to find his father still out at work. Stiles slightly missed the older male's company, they had talked about their pasts and the younger of them was fascinated with Derek's life and history. The werewolf even proved not to be too pushy when it came to asking where Stiles' mom was, so much so that Stiles' ended up telling him all about her anyways. That was an amazing feeling.
For Scott he spent the day texting Stiles and calling an ignored cell phone. Since Stiles had not driven him to school, Scott hoped to catch Stiles after practice but he had skipped that too. Scott felt utterly rejected and he spent a lot of the day thinking about how much he actually needed Stiles. For once Scott finished his math homework and read his economy book, if only to pass the time as he waited online for Stiles to log on. Sure he looked like everything was fine while he was laughing and chatting with Allison, but inside he'd felt so cast aside by Stiles.
When the other finally did get online it was late and Scott IMed him right away, opening video chat. Stiles' tired face popped up a moment later and the tired teen waved to Scott. A slightly peeved Scott scrutinized Stiles' appearance, "Hey, why did you ignore me today? And why do you look so tired? What did you do instead of practice? Did you know I finished my homework? Is that a hickey? Were you with Derek? Why didn't you call me back?"
Stiles was barraged with questions and he almost physically had to doge them as Scott's mouth ran. The tan teenager's eyebrows were knitted together in worry and Stiles took the moment to pop some adderall, it might help with the tiredness. "Uh… I just wasn't in the mood to be a third wheel to you and Allison. So I hung out with Derek, decided to skip practice because Allison was waiting in the stands and I didn't really want to deal with what I already said. Besides, I had a pretty cool talk with Derek…" Stiles shrugged, "Look, Scott, you're my best friend but I've been thinking recently and-" Stiles bit his lip, "I'm looking for a more than friend right now and if you're not in the running be prepared to share my time with Derek. He really cares about me and he doesn't push me off to hang out with some girl."
Scott listened and his face fell, what was he supposed to do? Dump Allison? Shit. Scott couldn't do that. Allison was the first girl he'd ever fallen in love with. Even if her sexual urges were getting hard to keep up, and her perfume was getting strong, and she was annoying him by checking up all the time and looking through his phone, not to mention that she started to bug him about lying, even though it was for her. Scott sighed and looked at Stiles, imitating something like a hurt puppy. "Stiles…" He pouted, "You're my best friend. I don't want to see Derek Hale dump you on your ass. He probably just wants something perverted from you-"
"Scott!" Stiles almost yelled, "He doesn't…I know he doesn't." Stiles said a bit angry now. "Why can't you just support me like I did when you got bit?"
"Because I love you asshole!" Scott covered his mouth after saying it and looked at his keyboard a minute, his eyes tracing over the familiar keys. "I-I love you." Scott said blushing and looking away from the camera before he sighed.
"Prove it."
The words surprised Scott who nodded vigorously in an almost childish way. "Truth is I'm jealous of Derek. How come he gets to spend all day with my best friend?" Scott asked before looking back at Stiles who was staring back attentively at his screen. "I-I just had this horrible feeling all day that you wanted to spend more time with him than me. Stiles, we have years of history and he just walks in and takes you away?" Scott shook his head. "It bothered me so much. I just I love you. I don't know what I'd do without you." Scott takes a deep breath it was a complete 180 from the other day when he professed his love for Allison, but it was a completely other feeling he had for Stiles. It was the kind of love that stemmed from a beautiful friendship and blossomed into a warm feeling Scott got in his chest when he was around the other. It was the way his hands tingled when he touched Stiles and the funny feeling in his stomach when he saw Stiles in the locker room. But most of all it was the way he felt like his asthma came back when Stiles wasn't around, like he couldn't breathe without him.
Stiles felt his heart break a little at the confession, why did Scott have to be so damn irresistible? "Scott, I said prove it." Stiles said smirking, "Come over and prove it." He said looking at the camera accusingly.
"Now?"
"Now."
Minutes later Stiles found a Scott McCall coming in through his window and Stiles smiled pulling Scott into a hug. "You're not loosing me," Stiles said glad to feel the other's hands rest on his back. "You'll always be my best friend and know things that no one else ever will," Stiles explained pulling back surprised when Scott kissed him. Stiles quickly returned the kiss and opened his mouth, allowing the brunette access to his warm mouth. The kiss literally stole the breath right out of his lungs and Stiles practically gasped fro air afterwards. There was just a dumb look on Scott's face.
"You said prove it."
"And you did, wow." Stiles said blushing. "And I'm glad you feel this way but… Allison…" Stiles said biting his bottom lip. The girl still deserved Scott not to cheat on her. "Don't cheapen what you have with her for me. If you love her-"
"I don't. I promise. I just… I need time before I end things. She's a great girl, and I did like her, but I didn't really lover her-"
"Distracted by her boobs were you?" Stiles teased.
"Not as much as I am by your smile." Scott said leaning in close.
Stiles felt nervous. "When you break up with her, then we'll see. I'll stay away from Derek until you break up with her just to be fair, but I don't want to be the person you just cheat on her with." Stiles said seriously but he'd forgotten that Scott was still hugging him to his waist. Stiles was now positive that the reason Scott had to beat girls off with his lacrosse stick was because of his damn gorgeous eyes and sweet smile, both of which were torturing Stiles.
"I will. I will but let me stay with you tonight." Scott said kissing Stiles' cheek before moving the parade of kisses to his neck slowly inching down his body. Scott wanted this more than anything else he'd ever wanted. His feeling were realized and the inner wolf wanted to claim Stiles. Derek was not an option to Scott. He was still in human form but he nipped at Stiles' neck a bit and felt the other's pulse rise. "Oh shit Stiles," Scott said backing up putting a hand over his now changing mouth.
With each pulse in Stiles' body it was a steady thrum of change in Scott's. The tan teenager could feel his body changing and he tried to resist but the beast wanted out and his heart rate was probably way to high for Stiles to be comfortable with. The wolf seemed to dominate Scott now, his features having changed completely.
Stiles looked confused as soon as Scott pulled away he walked towards the other before noticing the golden glow in his irises. "Scott, stop." Stiles said backing up towards the bed. His heartbeat was so loud he could hear it in his ears and suddenly Scott was looking at him more like a meal than the love he'd professed a moment ago. "Shit, Scott get a hold of yourself." Stiles scrambled backwards but Scott was already lunging at him in a lupine fashion.
That was when Stiles felt it, the cool sensation of blood dripping from a cut alone his left cheek. It was the finest scratch that just barely looked there but blood began to seep out of the cut. Stiles raised a hand and touched the cut hissing before pulling his hand back to see blood. How did he get cut if Scott was all the way on the other side of the room? Before Stiles had a chance to ask, a very hairy Derek had blasted through the window. The glass had made a fine slice of his left cheek.
The two werewolves growled at each other. The blue and golden eyes meeting in a fierce stare off, the two circled the room. It was a battle… for Stiles?
Derek hissed at Scott glancing back at Stiles, placing a protective clawed hand over Stiles' chest.
Scott lunged at Derek seeing him place a hand on the other's chest and clawed furiously at Derek's shirt. The two werewolves began a wrestling match right in front of Stiles and the teen wasn't sure he could stop them this time. Derek flashed furious fangs at Scott who reciprocated in the same manner. The two began now to scratch and claw at what they could, not much blood but plenty of shredded clothes fell to Stiles' floor. The boy stood in awe of the two beasts where Derek and Scott should be.
A few moments after the two had practically clawed at each other's throats Stiles took a deep breath and lunged between them, his clothes being shredded in the process. "Stop!" He shouted at Derek before shoving Scott against the closest wall. Even in his werewolf form Scott was huge but Stiles knew he was tired now and the two betas were pretty evenly matched. Stiles pulled the wolfish male into a kiss and placed a hand on Scott's now bare chest, feeling the loud thrumming of his heart. "Remember me?" Stiles asked looking up into the golden eyes of the beast. "Scott, you don't want to kill me." Stiles coaxed and slowly his chest began to fall and rise as a slower pace. Derek was now human and sitting on the bed, looking over some already healing scratches and gauges that Scott had inflicted. Stiles smiled seeing Scott begin to suppress his wolf.
"Stiles, he's dangerous-"
"So are you." Stiles shot back, hand going to cup Scott's face as he kissed the other again. "But I trust him."
"Stiles," Scott said kissing him back. Was that a decision? Was it Scott? "Is it me?" He asked curiously before glancing at Derek, a hand going to rope around Derek's waist.
Stiles held out a hand, the one not on Scott's chest, and waited for Derek to take it. He stood between the two men and kissed each chastely. "Why can't I have both of you?" Stiles pleaded. "I love Derek because he's there for me, he makes me feel good… special. But Derek you don't have the same history and the same gentleness that Scott and I share. I love that about you Scott, that you can be sensitive and that you also have such a strong need to protect." Stiles admitted shrugging. "I want both."
The two werewolves seemed to glare at each other before a hand landed on the back of their necks and Stiles pushed them close together. "Kiss each other for me."
Derek did immediately as he was told, smashing his lips against Scott's.
The younger werewolf was surprised and tried to pull back but Stiles held him there by the back of his neck. Scott had to admit that something about Derek was strong, powerful, and he had this musty man smell that was just the faintest bit attractive to Scott. The other pulled back once Stiles let him and the smallest of the group smirked.
He began to strip his shirt off. Derek jumped right in and got rid of the rest of his own shreds of clothing, pulling Stiles into a boxer clad hug. Scott followed shortly. The three almost naked men went to lay on Stiles' bed, with Stiles laying on his back and an arm from each werewolf slung over him protectively, possessively. "Please just think about it?" Stiles asked turning to look at each in the eye. He shifted uncomfortably before Scott nodded and kissed his best friend's forehead. Derek followed suit and looked at the three well worked out men suspiciously. Stiles had a lot more muscle than his plaid shirts let on.
The almost full moon meant the boys would be up tight, and probably more irritable than usual, but Stiles hoped this wouldn't make them too irrational that they couldn't let Stiles have the best of both worlds. He wants Derek and Scott to at least get along. They were both sure to be amazing lovers, and Stiles didn't want to choose. The three lay silently as a waxing gibbous moon hid behind unsuspecting clouds. It was almost a full moon, almost there.
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