AUTHOR'S NOTE: So my beta Ethan has finally returned. He stayed gone for over a month, (He's so dramatic). And for those of you who don't visit my Tumblr, this chapter was delayed due to the fact that my laptop committed suicide. I've been having over heat problems with it lately but it finally gave up and I've been using the internet cafe and library computers whenever I can (I always get judged for writing there by the other people. An old lady told me I outta be ashamed for and I quote 'writing about shameful things in public'.) I know you guys are probably frustrated, I am too, but I'm working with what I got and trying to save whatever cash I can to get a new laptop, so if you have any good recomendations for one I'm all ears.
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Stiles woke up to the alarm blaring, an empty bed and the smell of pancakes.
"I'm gonna take a quick shower, than I'll be down and you better not eat all that delicious smelling food." Stiles said to the empty room knowing Derek could hear him just fine.
Stripping and turning on the shower to a good temperature, he jumped in and quickly washed up before stepping out and drying off. When he stepped out of the bathroom Derek sat on his bed with some clothes folded in his hands.
"Wear this today?" Derek asked as he held the clothing out for him.
"Oh God. How did you even find these? I thought I banished them to the back of my closet." Stiles said as he noticed the tight fitting clothes he had bought on a whim a year ago. Derek simply shrugged as he looked at his mate. "Fiiinnneee. Big puppy." Stiles gave in with a sigh as he pulled on his clothes.
"Mm. Knew they would look good on you. Just missing something." Derek thought for a moment before walking over to the desk and grabbing his leather jacket before handing it to the teen with a smile.
"I get to wear your jacket? YES! Mmm, it smells like you." Stiles fist pumped the air as he quickly pulled it on and took a deep breath of the collar. Derek huffed a laugh as he fondly shook his head.
"Come on, time to eat. Got about 25 minutes before I have to take you to school." Derek said as he led the boy downstairs to the counter where his plate sat with 2 pancakes and bacon.
"You are my favorite!" Stiles exclaimed as he pecked the wolf and dug into his food.
"Don't forget to chew Stiles." Derek called laughingly as he got the orange juice out and poured them both a glass. "So... Do you have a plan for tomorrow?" Derek asked quietly, trying not to upset the boy. Stiles sighed heavily.
"No. I have no idea. I may know how to control my Spark now but that doesn't exactly mean I'm ready to take on a rogue alpha and my best friend." Stiles said sadly.
"Well I'll be with you the whole way. I'll help the best I can." Derek said as he hugged his mate from behind gently.
"I love you Derek." Stiles said softly as he leaned back into the older wolf.
"Love you too. It's time to go." Derek informed as he kissed the top of his mates head and grabbed his car keys from the counter.
"Ugh, lets just get this over with." Stiles sighed defeated.
The drive to school was filled with comfortable silence until they pulled up to the front curb and Derek got out. Stiles could feel his face flame as he noticed what Derek was doing.
"You know this is not gonna help me lay low right?" Stiles said as the older man walked to the passenger side and opened his door for him.
"Probably not. Oh well." Derek smirked as he wrapped his arm around the boys thin waist and pulled him into his chest tightly before leaning down and placing a passionate kiss to the boys pouting lips.
There were a few wolf whistles and a lot of shocked murmurs. Stiles didn't care that much though because the man he loved was showing everyone that he was claimed. That he was taken. Derek's possessive streak kind of turned Stiles on in fact.
When Derek slowly pulled away, it was with a wide grin and a flash of wolf eyes before he smacked the younger boys ass and walked back around to the drivers side and peeled out of the parking lot leaving a flustered Stiles to stare after him.
"Show off." Stiles murmured under his breath before he started the journey to the front entrance slowly. He could feel all the shocked eyes on him as he did, and he hated how it made the hair on the back of his neck raise.
"Stilinski! What the fuck was that? Are you really so desperate that you would pay a escort to pretend to be your boyfriend?" Jackson called out and Stiles sighed. It seems that his day would go sour very quickly.
"No Jackson. That was my actual boyfriend. Not all of us have the abundance of money that we can actually do something like that." Stiles stared pointedly at the pretty redhead under the assholes arm.
"I'm not an escort!" The redhead screamed as she seemed to realize what he was trying to say.
"Well than you just dress like a whore then." Stiles said and saw as Jackson tried to charge forward.
"I think I oughta teach you a lesson on respect Stilinski." Jackson growled as he grabbed the front of his shirt threateningly. Stiles tried to hold back a laugh but it slipped and then he couldn't stop laughing.
"That was the weakest growl I've ever heard. You're like a Chihuahua compared to what I'm used to dude." Stiles said as he finally contained his laughing and grabbed on to the hand holding the front of his shirt. "I'm done dealing with all your shit Jackson, from today on, you come at me and I'll give as good as I get." Stiles voice lowered dangerously as he twisted Jackson's hand away from himself and threw the smaller boy forward.
Jackson stumbled slightly and then looked up in shocked anger. "What the fuck! You think that just because you get a 'boyfriend' and a new look, that you can just show up and think you're all hot shit? That's not how it works!" Jackson shouted as he advanced forward again lunging at Stiles who side steps to the side and watches as the other boy falls to the ground face first.
"Like I said, I'm done taking your bullying lying down. If you want to kick my ass it isn't gonna be easy anymore. Now I'm going to go to class because I have way more important shit to worry about than you trying to prove your machoness." Stiles said lowly as he kneeled over the other teen before straightening up and walking away. Stiles heard the whispers and murmuring as he walked up the last staircase to the front door and pulled it open.
All eyes were on him and he blocked it all out as he walked to his first period class and sat down just as Coach walked in and the bell rang. He zoned out as Finstock started the lesson and he let his mind wander to the Grimoire currently buring a hole in his bag.
There were hundreds of spells and he'd skimmed all of them. Most of them were low level stuff but one in particular kept coming to mind. A summoning ritual that allowed the user to summon spirits, demons, creatures, things he didn't fully comprehend yet.
It was a simple incantation with a small request for a couple of drops of blood. It called to him like freaking no other. Begging him to use it. The problem was he didn't know what his mind wanted him to summon.
"-Inski. Stilinski! Hello? Anyone in there?" Coach's voice called loudly right next to him and broke him out of his thoughts.
"Yes Coach?" Stiles asked as he cleared his throat and focused on the man right in front of him.
"Class is over. Get the hell out!" Finstock yelled and Stiles looked around for the first time to notice the empty room and flailed to grab his bag and stumbled out the door at the man's frustrated huffing.
By the time last period rolled around and the bell finally dismissed them from Harris's dull monotone lesson, Stiles had nearly driven himself insane and visited the place in his mind where his 'Spark Library' was at least 3 times to talk and go over a few of the spell books there.
He'd gone through hundreds more spells in the passed 3 hours and learned quite a lot about defensive spells but he didn't hear a word in any of his classes. He sighed as he walked tiredly out the front door and down the steps to the parking lot before he remember that Derek drove him to school and looking around for the sleek Camaro.
Seeing the sports car in the back row and Derek leaning on the hood facing the front entrance, Stiles met the older mans gaze and shivered when his eyes bled blue before blinking them back to normal.
"Sometimes I think you do that on purpose." Stiles grumbled as he walked across the parking lot before stopping in front of the werewolf with a small smile.
"Sometimes I do. Mostly when I can smell that your covered in other peoples scents and my wolf acts up." Derek shrugged before his hand shot forward and wrapped around his hip to pull the boy forward roughly and into a kiss with a low growl as he trailed loving bites over his jaw and down his mates neck.
"As much as I love it when you do that, we are in public and I know you don't want anyone else to see me get excited because you're a possessive dude and I like that about you but I really just wanna get home and make out on the couch till my dad gets home." Stiles said around a loud moan as he placed his hands on Derek's shoulders but didn't push.
A low rumble followed as his answer before he was gently pushed to the passenger side door and Derek walked stiffly to his side and got in and started the Camaro with a low roar from the car before he pulled quickly out and headed home.
The drive was in silence and instead of making Stiles uncomfortable it relaxed him enough to the point that he didn't notice them pulling into the drive way till Derek was gently running a hand through his hair to get his attention.
"Your tired. I should head home. We both need as much sleep as we can get before tomorrow night." Derek offered quietly with a soft smile.
"But I don't want you to go. I don't wanna be alone and I don't want to go to sleep. I wanna make out and snuggle the shit out of you." Stiles whined childishly but he couldn't make himself give a shit because tonight could be the last night for them or it could be one of the many for the rest of their lives. The point was that Stiles didn't know for sure how tomorrow was going to end and it terrified him beyond anything else and he didn't want to chance never getting to just spend time with Derek again.
Derek sighed softly as he nodded and unbuckled as he opened the door and got out to wait for his mate to do the same.
"Thank you." Stiles whispered as they walked up the walkway together and Stiles unlocked the front door before they both just collapsed on the couch.
"You don't have to thank me for spending time with you Stiles. Your my mate, I'll always want to spend time with you any chance I get." Derek told him as he readjusted the boy to lay on his chest softly.
It was silent for a moment, just their breathing and Derek's heartbeat in Stiles ear until Stiles looked up at the wolf with sadness in his eyes.
"I'm terrified that one of us is going to get really hurt tomorrow or I'm not going to be able to beat Peter or Scott and I'm going to leave you alone in this world. I just want to be mated to you officially and carry on our lives together." Stiles explained quietly as he looked into the older mans multi-colored eyes.
"I know Stiles, but we just have to get this over with and then we can do exactly that. You can move in with me once the house is done and we can find my sisters and we can all be a family together." Derek said with a smile before leaning down and kissing his mates forehead.
"I love you Derek. More than anything." Stiles whispered as he lifted his chin so he could meet the wolfs lips in a deep kiss.
Their kiss may of been slow and sweet but it held all their worry and fear for what was to come tomorrow and all the love they shared. They laid together on the couch just kissing and reassuring each other that they were there for each other, not needing to have sex or hastening anything just being there.
Later that evening when the Sherriff pulled up and walked inside to see them sleeping wrapped around each other on the couch he smiled to himself before gently shaking Derek awake.
"Why don't you two go on upstairs. I know for a fact that couch isn't comfy in the slightest." John suggested with a soft smile as his son's boyfriend just sleepily nodded before lifting up the teen and carrying him to bed without a word.
The sheriff just huffed a laugh before going to bed himself. He stopped a moment at his sons doorway and felt his heart warm at the sight of his son being held and protected by the older man. Granted he didn't like that his son was seeing the older man but he knew he couldn't keep them apart. Maybe they could be good for each other and they could heal one another.
He remembers the last remaining Hale's that day at the station. How Laura Hale tried to act strong and held a crying Derek to her chest to protect him from other peoples eyes, from the reporters that harassed them with questions before he got tired of it and dragged both Hale's into his office and left to give them their privacy.
He also knows that Stiles is still grieving his mother and that breaks his heart. They don't talk about her because it still hurts but he knows that not talking about her is only hurting his son worse.
Yes. John knows these two damaged boys could heal each other of their suffering, hell he doesn't believe in fate but he'd like to think they were drawn together by some higher power. It's that thought that has him silently closing the door and walking to his own bedroom for bed with a small smile on his face.
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