Stiles' eyes grow wide as he looks at the man at the door. His mouth hangs open in shock and happiness. He was speechless for the first time in his life.

Derek Hale walks through the door. His body is covered in scars and dried blood. He gives a tired and weak smile. "I missed you, Stiles. I missed having your body next to mine."

"Derek, where the hell have you been?!" Stiles nearly jumps in his arms. Derek tries to hold his balance but with his weakened state his legs buckle causing him and Stiles to fall.

Stiles smiles at the man covered in blood in his dorm room. Blood transferred to his shirt. He doesn't care, the love of his life was back in his life, or so he thought. The feelings he had for Derek slowly faded away with time.

"What happened?" Stiles asks impatiently.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Derek says as he blatantly disregards Stiles' question.

Stiles uneasily shuffles and sits on his bed. "What do you want me to tell you, that I moved on with my life after I searched heaven and high water from you." Stiles wipes his tired eyes. "Or the fact that I cried for you day and night, and lost sleep over it."

"Stiles, I'm not trying to be possessive. I just want to know who the guy is." Derek says with a hint of apathy. Which is a shock to him because when Derek is around Stiles, Derek usually doesn't act this way, while they are alone anyway.

Stiles balls his fist. His face turns red, and he grits his teeth. "You don't get to come back and ask me questions about my life." Stiles tries to calm down. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!"

"Why are you getting so defensive? I just want to know his name, and who's scent is all over my mate." Derek says in a psychotic calm voice. Derek gets off of the floor and walks to Stiles drawer.

Derek begins to shred everything that didn't smell like him. "I'm sorry that I moved on! Am I not supposed to?" Stiles walks to close the drawer, but Derek pushes him back.

"Yes. You can move on, but when his scent is on everything you own, and my scent is like nowhere is this room."

"Can you not shred all my clothes. I kind of need them. His scent or not. Unless you are buying me new clothes."

"I can just buy you new ones today," Derek says without hesitation and continues to rip shirts.

Stiles wants to kill Derek, but can't help but to smile at the jealous man in front of him that is Derek Hale. The brooding man that found him about 3 years ago is in his dorm fighting for him.

"I want you to re-mark me. But there have to be some ground rules."

"What kind of rules?" Derek asks. Stiles smiles.

A few hours later Stiles and Derek come from under the sheets. Sweat totally cover their bodies.

Their breaths are short and exhausted. "I like this new rule," Derek says smiling and in between breaths.

"Derek, what happened 2 years ago? Your body was missing after the accident. My dad and I looked everywhere for you."

Derek sighs. The memories are as bad as not being with Stiles. He loses his breath, his chest becomes tight. The memories of the torture flood his mind.

"So, you picked to go to Beacon Hills U. I went here when I was younger. Following your man footsteps." Derek jokes to divert the question. Derek looks at the photos and posters on the wall. There were photos of James Dean, Mick Jagger, Michael Jackson, and so much more.

Stiles rolls his eyes. He knew that he should leave things alone when Derek starts another subject. This annoyed him to no end. For now, he would leave it alone, but Derek's not off the hook.

"Yeah. I thought it would be close to my father because we are all we have left."

Derek turns around to the younger man, he has the warm smile he remembers. He studies his naked body. He missed the moles on his body, the softness of his hair, the slimness of his body. He needed Stiles much more than he thought.

"When do you have class?"

"Tomorrow. I am busy until 3:15."

"When is your first class?"

"9:30."

"Breakfast?" Derek says with a glimpse of hope in his voice.

"I have a set routine with Scott and Isaac."

"Oh." Derek hides the hurt in his voice with a fake smile. Small so it wasn't noticed, but still fake none-the-less.

"But I can get lunch and dinner with you." Stiles tries to cheer Derek up, but he realized that nothing can undo the hurt and pain that he endured because of Derek.

"I'm not going to force you to spend time with me." Anger can be heard in his voice. The older man jumps over Stiles to his clothes.

"Derek, I didn't mean to come off as if I didn't care." Fear and guilt poured off of Stiles.

"It's fine." Derek turns for a split second. "We can keep it casual." Derek hops out of bed and puts on his boxer briefs.

"Derek."

"Stiles." Derek mocks.

"Why are you acting like this?" Anger returns in Stiles'. He really wants to punch the werewolf, but it wouldn't do any damage.

"Why are you acting like this?" Derek mocks again. "I know I screwed up, but you screwed someone else after you promised me that you would only screw me!" Derek is holding back tears.

Although he feels betrayed he knows he has no right to tell Stiles how to grieve, or what to do with his life. Still hurt like a bitch, though.

"I thought you were dead! What do you want from me?"

"Nothing." Derek puts his shirt on. A part of him wanted Stiles to stop him, but the other didn't care what Stiles wanted.

"Stop being a fucking douche! You don't get to be missing and then be mad when I try to move on." Stiles puts on his boxers and t-shirt.

"I know." Derek, with his jeans at his ankles, sit on the edge of the bed.

"Talk to me. What happened?" Stiles rubs his shoulders.

"I don't want you to get involved in this again, especially when you have moved on from the supernatural."

"I don't care. I want to know what happened to my boyfriend, my mate. I can care less about my safety."

"That's your problem, and that's what worries me. Stiles, you could have died that day."

"Pfft. I didn't." Stiles reaches for the water bottle on his nightstand. He takes a huge gulp of water.

"You could have." Derek turns around to Stiles and his huge innocent brown eyes.

"Derek, I didn't." Stiles rubs his mate's back.

"Stiles, the last two years have been torture. Literally."

"What happened?" Stiles grips his hand.

Two Years Ago...

Kate approaches Derek. She kneels down towards him. He can barely lift his head. She chuckles at the injured werewolf.

"Derek, Derek, Derek, you are so easy." Kate laughs. "Thinking you can have a happy life." She kicks the blood and bruised covered werewolf. Stiles slightly unconscious can hear the screams of his mate. He reaches out to him before drifting into darkness.

"Come get him." Kate says to two men.

One of the men was a ginger male with a full beard, broad shoulders, blue eyes, medium sized and weight to matched. He wasn't thin, but not muscular neither. He was more on the toned side. The man looked to be in his late 20's.

The other one was an African American male with chocolate colored skin. He was buff, tall height, and muscularly large weight. He towers over his partner. The man is also in his late 20's. His chocolate brown eyes look at Derek's still body.

The dark skinned man picks Derek up with ease and throws him over his shoulder. He leads him to a black van with no windows except in on the front doors. They open the trunk and throw him in the back. Derek remains unconscious.

Hours later after what felt like millennia of driving they stop. Derek can hear faint noises, but is still too weak to defend himself. Sudden light. His eyes close fast as a reflex. He felt like a vampire and the sun hurt. He feels someone lift him in the air. Gerald walks up to the warehouse with a huge bag of mountain ash to trap Derek in the warehouse.

The man who carried Derek drops him into the chair and ties him with wolf's bane which leaves his skin in constant pain which awakens him. "Kate, what did you do to the man?" The chocolate-skinned guy spoke with a strong southern accent.

Kate strolls to the car to get the tool she used to take Derek down. She returns with a golden magnum handgun. She takes out a bullet and holds it in the air. The end of the bullet has yellow wolf's bane on it.

"Yellow wolf's bane, the strongest of its kind."

"Damn, girl, you trying to take him out?" The ginger man laughs. "Too bad, he's cute!"

Kate chuckles and walks to the ginger. "Sweetie, he is as good as he is cute. I will let you take him for a spin."

"Wait! You slept with some ginger, and you get all pissed at me for doing the same thing!" Stiles folds his arms. Derek pulls his pants up. Stiles grabs his arms. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"It wasn't like it was my choice. They had me bound for most of the day. I didn't even want him touching me, but..." Derek's voice breaks. "...but... him and Kate had their 'fun' with me."

Stiles places Derek's head on his chest and rubs his head. "It's fine if you don't want to continue."

"I am almost done." Derek pulls himself together. "Where was I?"

"The taking you for a spin part," Stiles says with much dislike in his mouth.

"Right!"

"Where would the fun be in that?" Gerald walks up to Kate's play toy.

"Dad, this is why you and I get along so well." Kate walks to a bag of tools.

"What are you going to do?"

"I am going to get some answers."

"What are you looking for?" The dark skinned man asked.

"I want to know what happened to my daughter."

"Daughter?" Chris Argent walks through the warehouse door, his gun cocked and aiming at Kate.

Kate holds her gun to Chris. Gerald walks over to his son to talk some sense into him. Chris arms himself with another handgun. He points the gun at Gerald.

"Chris, how can you side with a werewolf?" Gerald's creepy voice reigns through the building in an echo.

"What do you want with Derek?" Chris asks.

"He has information about our daughter."

"Wait, you have a baby? How come I didn't know about this?" Chris doesn't believe a word she says.

"We are a tribe of hunters if I had a baby by a werewolf our family's name would have been slung through the mud. They would think we were a joke."

Chris lowered his gun towards Kate, but not his father. "Did you know about this?"

"Yes. We didn't want to trouble you with this disgrace." Gerald puts emphasis on 'disgrace'.

"I get it. She would be an abomination, but she is my daughter, and I want to know where she is?"

Chris rubs his head. Gerald sighs and shakes Derek to wake him. Derek is far from recovered, let alone recovered enough to wake up.

"He's out cold." Gerald turns to Kate who kicks the bag a few feet away.

Back to present

Stiles can see that the memory makes him tense. Stiles rubs and hugs his mate. Derek begins to feel at ease and leans back into the hug. He closes his eyes and takes in his mate's scent. He missed the softness of his skin. He safety of his arms around him. That the world can't touch him.

"You don't have to go on if you don't want to," Stiles says with his soft normal, caring voice.

"Stiles, I apparently have a daughter with Kate." Stiles almost throws Derek off the bed but catches him before he falls on the floor.

"You have what? With who?" He mimics the YouTube guys, Emmanuel, and Phillip.

Derek can't help, but laugh. He loves his Stiles so damn much, but he watches too much YouTube.

"Why did you say it like that?" Derek raises an eyebrow.

"I have no idea; too much YouTube I guess." Stiles shrugs.

"Apparently, Kate and I have a baby together." Derek shakes his head to wrap his own mind behind the thought. Stiles' face shows confusion.

"How do you not know you have a baby?" His voice was flat and neutral.

"My mother must have wiped the memory clean. She did that a lot actually."

"Well, she needs to not do that because that is going to get you killed one day."

"Well, it almost did." Derek gives a weak smile.

"Yeah." Stiles hops off the bed, and Derek wastes no time to assault his ass. Stiles jumps from the unexpected hit.

"What the hell was that for?" Stiles rubs his ass. It still stung a little.

"Just because." He hated when Derek replies with 'Just Because.' It annoyed him when anyone said it because that's not a valid answer.

"Because what?"

"Just because" Derek smiles. He knows the response annoys Stiles, but he still doesn't care.

"I hate you so much." Stiles throws one of his sneakers at Derek. Derek catches it and sniffs it. Derek makes wrenching noises.

"As much as I love your scent, your feet are another story I mean..." Another shoe comes flying at Derek. This time, Derek dodges. Derek laughs.

"I hate you."

Derek runs over and lifts him in the air, and slams him back on the bed. Derek kisses Stiles on his neck, then goes lower until he reached the light treasure trail. He licks the trail leaving Stiles' skin cold from the air, but leaves him moaning in the process.

Derek when goes down lower until he reaches the young man's underwear. Stiles' hard-on is trapped by the fabric of his underwear. Derek licks Stiles' dick through the underwear. Teasing him. The warmth of Derek's mouth sends Stiles into a sea of ecstasy. Stiles pushes Derek's head on his dick not wanting the sensation to stop.

Derek eventually gets tired of blowing Stiles' underwear and makes Stiles lift his hips so that he could take them off. Stiles has a pretty average cut dick. The circumference was medium all around. Much to Derek's delight. Stiles' prick jumps up in anticipation and excitement. Derek takes a huge, slow, and sensual lick. Stiles grips the back of Derek's head to finish what he started.

A knock at the door disrupts Derek in his art of sucking Stiles' dick. Derek ignores the knock and goes again, but the knock is louder. Who dare disturbs their intimate moment together? Whoever interrupted their sex-capade was going to die.

Derek walks towards the door and swings it open with anger. "Who are you?" Derek asks with anger.

The man is a bit shorter than Derek with short black hair and blue eyes. The weather doesn't call for a trenchcoat. The man is attractive, but he wasn't Stiles. Derek notices the blade in his hand.