A/N:
Here some Sterek moments for you!br /
Omg, is it chapter 8 already? Wow, I have more ideas for this fic yet. :D
Derek woke up early as usual and went for his morning run, then to the grocery store to buy the ingredients for dinner. While he was picking some things at the grocery, Stiles sent a text telling him he was gonna talk to a friend before going to his house. Since Derek wasn't even at home, he told Stiles there's no need to hurry, cause he was still grocery shopping. As Derek walked looking for the ingredients, he thought about what he should do to show Stiles that the two should be together instead of Stiles and Malia, without telling him they're mates. Not that Derek believed it would be that difficult since Stiles was longing for him as well. But Derek never had to, or wanted to for that matter, make someone want him before. Paige had fallen for him without Derek doing anything to make it happen really and Kate. Well, Kate made him fall for her instead, and after that, Derek never wanted to be with someone else ever again. Then he thought, why didn't the pull started when they were younger, that would be much easier. Although, with the age difference maybe that would be somewhat awkward. Derek could remember a few things when they were younger. Stiles was always running after him, demanding attention. Yes, cause Stiles didn't ask for it, he demanded. Derek laughed to himself, and he could see some people looking at him strangely, but he didn't care, the memory warmed him up. What was strange though, Derek didn't have much patience with other kids, not even his little sister and Stiles was a handful. But he actually liked spending time with the kid, so maybe the pull was working after all, and Derek was too young to notice. Derek then decided to ask Stiles what the boy remembered from their childhood, and show Stiles how they were always meant to be.
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Derek got home, placed the groceries on the kitchen counter and started to separate what they will need first. He didn't stay long at the store, so Stiles hadn't got to his house yet, but Derek sent a text to Stiles letting the boy know he was already home. He was eager to see Stiles, but he managed to stay calm, preparing everything for them. Derek was still in the kitchen when Erica opened the door for Stiles. He could hear them making small talk, but Stiles didn't feel like it, so Derek went to them. As he approached, Stiles gave him a sad smile making him frown a bit, cause although Derek could feel that Stiles was happy to see him, the boy was also sad with something else. But felt as if he couldn't separate his emotions from the boy's just yet, and he got a little sad as well.
"Hey." The boy said walking towards Derek, who was closer to the kitchen.
"Hi, come on." He said with a smile and motioned for Stiles to follow him into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Derek asked Stiles what was wrong, but the boy didn't feel like sharing and said it was nothing. He knew it was a lie but let it go since seemed that being there was making the boy better by the minute. Derek pointed the potatoes to Stiles and told him to start there while he was making the tomato sauce. Stiles was at the counter with the potatoes and Derek by his side mixing some ingredients to make the sauce.
"That's a lot of potatoes! I think we should have started this earlier! I know we have a lot of mouths to feed but Derek, this is gonna take all day!" Stiles complained but didn't stop peel the potatoes and laughed, bumping his shoulders on Derek's, playfully.
"If you think you can't handle the potatoes. I can always call Isaac to help." Derek said smirking, knowing very well that, no, Stiles did not want anyone there with them and neither did he.
"Pfft, please, like I need help to peel and chop some potatoes!" The boy said biting the corner of his mouth.
"Maybe not to peel, but then again with your coordination, you shouldn't be the one chopping them." The man said smugly smirking.
"Hey! I resent that! I'll have you know that I always help my mom in the kitchen!"
Derek smiled and shook his head. They stayed like that talking with each other side by side at the counter. Stiles was talking about the camp and how beautiful it was there, how excited he was to spend time with his friends. The boy had all figured out for the whole trip and was trying to convince Derek to go. And he wanted to go, really did, but this between them, was not figured out yet and there was Malia too. But he didn't say no, how could Derek say no to Stiles.
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Stiles finished peeling the potatoes and was chopping and putting in the pan (which was huge since the pack had sixteen people and they all ate there once a week at least), as Derek was cleaning the counter for the second part. Stiles knew that he hadn't shut up the whole time, talking about the trip, the end of summer and about what he wanted to do the last year of school to prepare for college. But Derek didn't seem to mind at all and Stiles felt very good about it, almost forgetting about Malia and the impending break-up. The potatoes were in boiling water, and it would take quite a while to get ready since it was a LOT of potatoes, feeding a small army of werewolves has some downside.
"Now what?" He asked fidgeting. "You know I can't stay here doing nothing while waiting." Stiles looked at Derek expectantly.
"We can watch a movie." The man said.
"Okay, but I choose the movie."
"You're gonna make me watch some superhero movie aren't you?" Derek said amused.
"Well, Derek, superhero movies are the best, okay?! But I'll do you a favor, and we're not watching one." Stiles said smirking. "Have you seen Deadpool?" Technically, it's not a superhero movie.
"I don't even know what that is." Derek said walking to the den since Erica and Boyd were in the living room.
In the den, Derek sat on the couch while Stiles looked for Deadpool on Netflix. Stiles was a little nervous cause the situation seemed like a date. Stiles wanted Derek to think and feel the same way, and he didn't even bother trying to hide it, not anymore. He was looking and smiling at Derek, and when he finished with the remote, he sat beside the man almost too close. Derek didn't seem to mind though, in fact, the man lifted his arms resting on top of the headrest behind Stiles, and the man's arm touched slightly on his neck. The two of them stayed that way, side by side, Stiles talking all the time about the scenes in the movie and Derek telling Stiles to shut up because Derek actually wanted to see the movie. Stiles was pleased that the man was enjoying the movie, but they didn't get to finish since the dinner had to be made. Derek had left Erica heeding the potatoes for them, so the two of them paused the movie and got back to the dish when Erica told them the potatoes were ready. Stiles asked Derek if they would finish the movie later and the man said they would, Stiles got a giddy feeling he was so happy, and then the two went back to the kitchen to prepare the rest of dinner for the pack.
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The second part of dinner was making potato dough and cut them into little pieces. The time passed with Stiles talking nonstop, as usual. As they got closer to finishing the second part, Stiles had spread flour all over the two of them and the floor. There was potato dough all over the floor, on their clothes and the counter, the boy was making a mess.
Derek looked at the mess Stiles was making smirking. "What was I thinking?" The man laughed.
"You wanted to spend time with me." He said, with his heart pounding in his chest, cause what if Derek didn't feel the same way?
"I did." The man said smiling shyly. "Do you remember when you were a kid you were always around me, and we would play outside, and I taught you some games." Derek was looking at him fondly, and Stiles felt a joy that he couldn't place it.
"Yeah, I remember. My mom wanted me to play with Erica and Cora, that's why she always came. But I didn't wanna play with them, and you let me bug you all the time." He said smiling, and Derek nodded getting ready for the next part of dinner.
With the potato dough already cut, Stiles would put them into the boiling water, Derek would take out of the pan when the dough got ready into a pyrex, then would go with the tomato sauce in that, and finally into the oven.
"Think you can handle the boiling water?" Derek said teasing him.
"Shut up!" Stiles said, elbowing the man, but he was laughing cause he was so damn happy.
They started that part at a good pace, Stiles was getting hungry and wanted to finish fast. It was kinda cool he thought, making dinner with Derek while talking all the time, about anything and nothing at the same time.
"Do you ever stop talking?" The man said but didn't sound bothered at all.
"I do, when I sleep, or when, you know." He sniggered.
"I somehow doubt that." Derek said laughing.
For a moment they stopped talking, and Derek was looking at him as if they had all the time in the world to be there just the two of them, and Stiles felt that this was just right. It was so easy, and it felt so right that for a second Stiles thought that maybe he was Derek's mate instead, remembering Allison's words. He shook it out though. Derek would have said something, he thought, there was no way they're mates. But they liked each other didn't matter if they weren't mates, they could still be together. " Unless Derek finds a mate of his own. " The thought alone made Stiles sick to his stomach, making him drop too much dough into the boiling water, which made the water poured all over Derek's right arm and shirt. The man swore and took his shirt off dropping on the floor, rushing to the sink to put his arm in the cold water. Stiles then saw Derek's back, all perfectly muscled up and with a beautiful tattoo between the shoulders blades. He knew Derek had a tattoo but never saw it and now that he had Stiles loved and got drawn to it. Stiles walked slowly with his left hand up to touch the tattoo, he felt the arousal coming in waves, but Stiles couldn't control himself, he needed to touch it so badly.
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Derek heard Stiles' breath hitch and get heavy, at the same time the smell of arousal slapped Derek's nose powerfully. He clenched his teeth holding back a growl, trying to stay in place, but with the smell and Stiles urge to touch him, was extremely difficult. Derek grounded himself at the sink, trying to breathe shallowly but then he felt Stiles' hand on his back, right on his tattoo, and the feeling of the boy's hand on him clouded his brain, making him shuddered. Derek grabbed the boy's wrist tightly, turning around to face the boy and he could feel his eyes glowing red with lust. The boy's eyes widened, and he stepped back, but Stiles couldn't go further since they were between the sink and counter, Stiles stopped with his back at the latter, and Derek couldn't help but get closer to him, pressing the boy further into the furniture.
Stiles' heart was loudly in Derek's ears deafening him from everything else he might hear. The boy was at the same time aroused and afraid, but the fear wasn't of Derek. No, Stiles was afraid of what they might do, cause, their bodies were touching, the two of them could feel their hard-on, Derek had Stiles' left wrist trapped in his right hand whilst the other hand was clutching the counter not to touch the boy any further, because Derek didn't know how long could hold himself back. Derek could see the boy's chest moving with heavy breathing and Stiles had his mouth slightly open. It would be so easy just take what he wanted, but Derek cannot do that to Malia. So, instead, he said to Stiles.
"Stop it, please." Derek's voice was hoarse, as he pleaded.
"Derek, I…" Stiles' voice was breaking, and he watched Stiles' throat moving as the boy swallowed. Derek could feel how desperate the boy was, to be fair, so was he.
A growl escaped his mouth through his clenched teeth as Derek looked at Stiles' eyes with piercing red eyes. He held back his breathing and said. "I can't control myself for much longer, please."
Stiles closed his eyes and frowned like he was thinking about something and Derek could hear the boy's heart even faster at that moment, and before he could say something, the boy's feelings changed into something, wishful and pissed off.
"I am your mate, aren't I, Derek?" Stiles said as he opened his eyes frowning and pushing Derek off him. The boy was more pissed off than anything else. Derek widened his eyes stepping back, heart pounding in fear. He didn't answer, just looked at Stiles in shock. "Aren't I Derek? Answer me!" And Stiles was getting more pissed by the minute.
"Yes." He said but couldn't think of anything else to tell Stiles he knew the situation was bad enough.
"How long have you known?" Stiles was determined to know everything and Derek couldn't run from it anymore, so he breathed out and braced himself for Stiles' questions.
"Since I came back from college." He answered, leaning his back on the sink facing Stiles. The boy raised his eyebrows in disbelief, making Derek's heart tightened.
"That's over a month, and you didn't tell me. You didn't want me. You let me date your own cousin." The boy said looking down, Derek panicked feeling how devastated Stiles got.
"Stiles..." He started, but Stiles spoke again.
"No! Why? Why didn't you want me? Why didn't you tell me? Am I that bad that you don't want your own mate, Derek?" Derek could feel that Stiles was holding back tears.
"Because I never wanted a mate, Stiles! It wasn't you!" He blurted out.
"Well then, it settles things." Stiles turned his back to Derek as to walk away.
"Stiles." Derek tried again, and the boy looked back at him.
"What are you doing with me then? Spending time with me, letting me go to the game with you, calling me in the middle of the freaking night, cockblocking me I might add!" Stiles laughed in disbelief making Derek flinch. "Asking me to help you with dinner?! Huh?" He felt the anger and sadness rolling off of Stiles. The boy wasn't talking low any longer, but he could not tell Stiles to keep his voice down without making Stiles madder.
"I was trying to get close to you! Be your friend!" Every time Derek opened his mouth got worst, and he began to be afraid of saying something.
"Right." Stiles laughed nervously. "Friend. Well, you don't have to worry about that, we are friends Derek!" With that, Stiles was indeed walking away.
"That's not what…" Derek said grabbing Stiles' arm to stop him.
"Get your hands off of me!" The boy yelled.
"Where are you going?" He asked, voice pleading.
"To my GIRLFRIEND'S house!" Stiles screamed as he walked away through the back door, slamming it shut.
When Derek looked back at the unfinished dinner, Erica and Boyd were at the kitchen door looking at him with wide eyes. Erica then walked towards Derek and hugged him tightly, he reciprocated burying his nose in her hair and inhaling deeply his beta scent.
"I'm okay." He said to them. "It's okay I will figure it out." Derek was the Alpha now he couldn't show weakness to his betas. "Can you two clean this up for me? I'll tell my mother to order takeout for us." He said to them, then walked by Erica, towards Boyd and squeezed the shoulder of Erica's boyfriend in reassurance before he left the two of them in the kitchen.
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Stiles was so pissed off, that asshole was leading him on to nothing. "What the hell is that!" He thought walking to his girlfriend's house. Malia probably lied to him so they could be together. Really, why was this happening to him? He had a mate that didn't want him, and a girlfriend who lied to him to be with him, this was fucked up. Stiles got to his girlfriend's house, and she opened the door for him, frowning. He entered the house and looked around to see if Peter's there, Stiles couldn't yell at Malia with her father there, Peter would murder him on the spot.
Peter's house was little and cozy, the living room had a big TV on the middle wall with a brown leather couch in front of it, a bookshelf on the far corner with an armchair beside the shelf. The right side of the living room had two doors one for Malia's bedroom and another for Peter, both ensuites, the left side had the door leading to the kitchen.
"Your father's home?" He asked harshly.
"No, he's at New York in a conference. What's wrong?" Malia asked, concerned as she closed the door.
"You lied to me, that's what's wrong. Why would you do that?" He asked, but she looked at him confused.
"What are you talking about? I never lied to you." Malia said walking towards him but stopped, seeing Stiles stepping back so that she couldn't get closer to him.
"About me being your mate! You know I am not your mate!" He said almost yelling, and she gave another step back with her mouth hanging open, looking like Stiles slapped her in the face.
"Why are you saying that? You are my mate! I love you! Stop saying that!" Malia said, her eyes going red with tears.
Stiles looked at her and could see Malia was so in love with him that truly believed they're mates. His heart tightened with her devastated face and the anger he was feeling slipped away. He tried to hold on to it, cause Stiles knew if he stopped being angry he would be just like she was, devastated. She walked to him, and Stiles couldn't yell at her anymore, the girl didn't know about him and Derek.
"I'm sorry." He said, stepping back again. "I don't love you. I should have been feeling the pull too, Mal. I'm not. We are not mates." At his words, Malia started crying Stiles had to hold back the urge he felt to hug her. Stiles was feeling like the worst person in the world, but couldn't allow himself to break down, not then and especially not there. "I'm sorry." He said again, walking away from her.
Stiles couldn't get back to the Hale house, everybody was already there waiting for dinner, and he could not face Derek again, so he jumped into the Jeep and drove away.
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Derek was so frustrated with himself. " How could I let things get this screwed up?! " He knew the boy was quite mad at him, could even feel the anger boiling inside him as if was eating him up from inside out. At least, he could start to distinguish their feelings, because Derek was not angry, not even slightly and for a moment he managed to push the anger aside, but the emotion was still clouding his judgment which made him fucked up things even more with Stiles' questions. After Stiles left, Derek talked with his mother but didn't tell her everything just that they fought and Stiles went to Malia's. Talia went to see what the pack wanted to order for dinner and left Derek in his bedroom. Later when his mother knocked on his door calling him for dinner, Derek was still there curled up in his bed like a little kid moping their fight. He got up and dragged his body to the table, there was everyone, but Malia and Stiles. He thought that the boy had decided he didn't want Derek after all and stayed with his girlfriend. " She probably hates me right now, fuck. "
"Where's Stiles?" Claudia asked, from her seat next to him.
"Went to Malia's house, probably still there."
"Didn't you heard, Derek? They broke up, she's crying for almost an hour in her house!" Cora said.
"I was in my room Cora I can't hear anything from there, you know that." He said getting up towards the back door.
He heard Claudia calling Stiles to know where her son was. The boy was at home and said that wasn't feeling well to attend dinner so went home. Stiles' voice was slightly better, so Derek thought Malia needed her Alpha more at that moment and he went to see the girl first.
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Derek found Malia curled up on her couch with the TV on but she wasn't watching. The girl's face was red and had dried tears all over the cheeks, her eyes were closed, and she was sobbing lightly. " That's all my fault, damn it. " He thought, getting closer and kneeling in front of her.
"Hey baby girl, come here, talk to me." She opened her eyes and launched herself at him, hugging him and crying again.
"Stiles said I lied to him!" Malia said between sobs. "That he's not my mate!" She clutched his shirt with her hands and buried her face in his chest.
"I know you didn't, look at me." Her Alpha said cupping her cheeks. Malia looked at Derek tears rolling from her eyes. "What's your wolf telling you? Can you listen to him for me? Just breathe, come on." He flashed red eyes at her as to reassure her it was okay and she mirrored him breathing deep. Malia stared at her Alpha for a few seconds with her blue eyes and the tears stopped. Derek smiled at her, brushing his thumbs on both her cheeks. She looked confused, but her eyes got back to his normal dark brown.
"It's… It's telling me that Stiles is right." She said still looking at him confused.
Derek nodded. "You're just too young and has let your human side suppress your wolf. It happens." He kissed her forehead and continued. "Think you can come to dinner? Stiles' not there."
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Stiles was sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard, laptop on his lap watching a movie. But he wasn't actually paying attention, no, Stiles was thinking about Derek. Because even when mad at the man Stiles couldn't help but want Derek and what was even worse was that Derek knew they were mates for over a month, but didn't want Stiles. "I never wanted a mate It's not you." The man had said, but what came out of Derek's mouth earlier that day didn't suit all of his actions towards Stiles. Especially when Derek pressed Stiles onto the counter, and he was pretty sure he felt the man's cock hard on him just as his own was. He sighed "Maybe Derek will change his mind. Yeah, definitely." And when that happens, Stiles would make the man work for it. He smiled at that thought, and for a moment, he was okay. Then he heard a noise on his window. Stiles was ready to tell Scott everything, so he put his laptop aside and looked in the direction of his window, but wasn't Scott there and he froze on the spot. Derek was standing there, looking back at him.
"Is this a werewolf thing? You people just can't use the front door?" Stiles said, irritated.
"I need to talk to you, and you wouldn't open the front door for me." The man said, looking at the ground.
"Damn right I wouldn't! Leave me alone Derek, go away. I don't wanna hear it." He said, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.
"When I said I never wanted a mate, I was telling the truth, but..." The man started to speak, and Stiles got pissed again. What now, Derek came into his own house to say he didn't want his mate, what was that?
"Are you kidding me?! Get out, Derek! I don't wanna hear why you don't want me! Just get out!" Stiles said, getting up and pushing Derek towards the window.
But Derek didn't let himself be pushed and grabbed both Stiles' wrist holding him in place. "That's not what I'm saying, Stiles. I do want you! I want you so much that when I heard Malia telling you she was your mate, I freaked the hell out and ran away like a stupid teenager!"
Stiles looked at Derek with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open. His heart started beating so fast, making him feel like a little girl. "That's what happened that morning. So that means, my mother knows we're mates!"
"Don't be mad at her I told her not to tell you. I wanted to do things my way." The man said releasing Stiles' wrists.
"Good job right there!" He said, laughing sarcastically.
"Okay, I deserved that." Derek was saying.
"Damn right you did! You let me think you hated me! Why would you do that?"
"I never hated you, but when I discovered you were my mate, I did try to fight it because I didn't want a mate at all." The man said looking heartbroken.
Stiles sat at the edge of his bed and said. "Well, why did you change your mind? Actually, did you change your mind? You said you want me, but that doesn't mean you want me as your mate. You could just want to…"
"Can you just let me talk and shut up for a couple of minutes?" The man said, annoyed.
"Fine! You better tell me everything, Derek!" He said, throwing his arm up. "Talk!"
Derek sat beside him on the bed with his arms hanging between his legs and sighed. "I'm gonna start from the beginning. I only had two girlfriends in my entire life, and it was when I was young. The first one, Paige, died from the bite."
Stiles listened as Derek told him all about his first girlfriend, who the man's mother didn't want to give the bite because there was a chance that the bite didn't take leading to certain death, 30% chance in young healthy people, 50% in old and/or unhealthy and 10% for a mated person. But even knowing that Paige wanted the bite to be with Derek, cause her parents didn't want her with a werewolf. Peter arranged for an Alpha from another pack to bite Paige, and she died in Derek's arms. Stiles then tried to comfort the man saying that wasn't Derek's fault, he was too young, and Peter shouldn't have done that. He got closer and grabbed Derek's left hand, intertwining their fingers, the man looked at him with a sad smile but seemed a little better. Derek then sighed and started talking again, about Kate and the fire. The man told Stiles that Kate was his girlfriend, but no one knew because she was older than him, Derek was young and vulnerable because Paige had just died less than a month before the man met Kate and he fell in love with Kate really quickly.
"How much older?" Stiles asked, cause he was five years younger than Derek and it wasn't like they were thinking about hiding, even Stiles' mother was okay with that.
"I was fifteen, and Kate was twenty-five." The man said, and Stiles held back his anger towards her.
"That's ten years, and you were just fifteen." He said, frowning.
"I wasn't that young, and she didn't really force me… I thought Kate was my mate, Stiles, just like Malia did with you."
Stiles frowned intensely but didn't say anything to let Derek continue. The man told him more about his relationship with Kate, and Stiles thought Derek was kind of blind about all of that. Kate was definitely manipulative and aggressive, but the man kept saying he knew what he was doing. Which Stiles thought was a defense mechanism, cause Derek didn't seem able to handle the truth. Kate had set the Hale house on fire with the man's family inside a week after Derek refused to do the mating ceremony with her, and Derek carried the guilt inside him ever since. The anger Stiles was feeling towards the man didn't exist anymore, how could he not understand why Derek was afraid of falling in love again. If only Stiles could have known before, he wouldn't let Derek fight it, and they would be already together.
"It wasn't your fault Der, you were too young, and she was an adult, a crazy adult for that matter." He said with his right hand cupping Derek's jaw, so he could look into his eyes. The man leaned his forehead on Stiles', making Stiles' heart skip a beat.
Stiles closed his eyes, his breathing heavy and he couldn't help it. He leaned his head to kiss Derek, just touching the man's lips with his own, but Derek chased his lips, kissing Stiles' bottom lip and he opened his mouth in response. Derek slid his tongue inside Stiles' mouth, deepening the kiss and the kiss became desperate. Derek gripped Stiles' hip and leaned to make him lay down on the bed getting half on top of Stiles. Stiles clutched Derek's neck and back as he felt the man's thigh between his legs, pressing into his crotch and he moaned into Derek's mouth, feeling the man's cock hard on him. Derek left Stiles' mouth to kiss and nip his jaw and neck while rubbing his cock and thigh on Stiles. The boy moaned buckling up to find more friction on Derek, ripping out a low growl from the man and Derek bit hard on his collarbone. Stiles could feel the skin breaking, a jolt of arousal ran through the bite into his dick, and he groaned saying the man's name desperately, feeling light-headed and lost under Derek. His dick was impossibly hard Stiles thought it wouldn't take much longer till he came in his pants. But then Derek abruptly stopped getting up from Stiles and sitting awkwardly on the desk chair.
