Hello you people! This is the last chap. for this fic. umm... enjoy? Sorry for any mistakes. Un-Beta'd. Thanks for sticking with me til' the end.

Pretty sure we won the After Elton poll!

Derek and Stiles walked side by side until they reached the edge of the forest. Derek groaned again and looked to Stiles.

"Are you serious?" He whined, Stiles's smile only widened as he nodded.

"Hey, you said you would do it. Are you really going to go back on your word?" He pushed, Derek growled and started walking again.

"Wait!" Stiles grabbed the back of Derek's jacket, the wolf lifted a brow.

"Do we have to walk all the way to your house?" This time it was Derek's turn to look smug. The werewolf nodded and waited for Stiles to react.

"Well?" Said the teen, Derek was confused.

"Bend over!" Stiles briefly flailed his arms. Of course, Derek knew what he meant by it, but that didn't mean he'd just let a chance to mess with Stiles slide by.

"Stiles!," shouted Derek, looking shocked. Stiles flinched and looked around, wondering if he missed something.

"You mean to tell me you only brought me her for sex?" Breathed Derek, not fully able to control the corners of his lips from curling up. Stiles blushed and rolled his eyes.

"No you perverted wolf- I, I meant so that you could carry me, cuz' I don't want to walk." Stiles turned away from him, arms crossed.

Derek fully smiled, sure that Stiles couldn't see him. He liked this, it felt good to be with someone, even if that someone was a person who'm you wanted to choke most of the time. Moments like these were nice, when he could joke freely and actually be happy again, sure he trusts his beta's enough to let his guard down around them, but this felt different, it was different.

Stiles finally turned back around and wouldn't meet Derek's eyes, pouting ever so slightly.

"Can you just-" Stiles waved his arms around in Derek's general direction.

"Bend over!" He yelled, Derek laughed this time and Stiles felt a bit surprised. Eventually though, the teen smiled back.

"Fine, fine." Derek squatted down and Stiles approached him from behind. When he was in a good position and had both arms loosely wrapped around Derek's neck, the wolf-man stood. Derek hesitated before he spoke to Stiles, recalling something he had watched with Erica. His words came out in a whisper, and Stiles was afraid he might not hear him, so he strained.

"Hold on tight, spider monkey."

"Dude, don't even try to play you totally got that from-" Stiles was interrupted by the wind bitch slapping him in the face as Derek sprinted through the woods.

Scott's stomach did an unhelpful somersault. 'No, no, no, no, no!'

Scott growled at Jackson, but pulled back when Lydia came up beside him.

"We are going with you, to go talk to Stilinski and his boy toy." Stated the strawberry blonde. Scott shook his head repeatedly.

"No, no way. Derek doesn't like strangers in his house." Said Scott, beginning to walk towards Allison's car again. He could see her waiting for him, already sitting at the drivers seat.

"So that's that," Says Jackson.

"Lydia I'll see you tomorrow." He picked up his pace and left her behind, gaping at him.

"Jackson!" She screams, running after him. Scott slid into the front passenger seat not locking the other doors in favor of watching Lydia going after her boyfriend, now they were arguing, now she was crying and now Jackson was inside of the car. Okay then.

Scott didn't say anything, but he did place his hand over Allison's when he saw how tight her grip on the steering wheel had gotten as she glared daggers at Jackson through the mirror. She sighed and started the car.

"Finally, let's go." Voiced Jackson. Scott listened to Allison's heart beat skyrocketing due to her anger.

Jackson didn't even look up towards the front of the vehicle, too busy with his phone.

Sorry babe.- J

Jackson, it's fine. You're in, now pay attention to what they say over there, I want every single detail.- L

Will do.- J

Great. This was much easier than I anticipated it would be.- L

Haha, doesn't it bother you that we're so much smarter than our 'friends'?- J

Of course not. Because this way I'm always one step ahead.- L

We're going out of range, ttyl.- J

Jackson pocketed his phone and looked outside of the car window, seeing a pair of golden eyes he flinched. He tried to stay calm when he again saw another pair as they continued down their path.

Stiles dropped to the ground with an 'oomph'. He stood and dusted himself off, all the while glaring at Derek.

"Really? !" He seethed, Derek shrugged.

"That was totally uncalled for, dude." Stiles said, as he walked up to the porch and stood in front of Derek. Stiles watched as Derek tilted his head to the side, wondering what the wolf could be hearing. Derek smirked and placed his hand on Stiles hips, Stiles did the same to Derek and pulled them closer together, because he refused to be the girl.

"There is no girl, in a relationship with two males." Said Derek, obviously amused. That was when Stiles realized he actually said that out loud. He bumped foreheads with Derek, trying to get the man to forget what he had just heard. Derek snorted, and Stiles huffed.

Stiles nuzzled against Derek neck, burying his head in the crook. Derek inhaled sharply and tightened his grip on Stiles' hips when the teen began mouthing at his neck. Nipping at the skin, soothing the sting with sloppy wet licks. Stiles bucked against Derek once, and Derek reciprocated by turning them both and pushing Stiles against one of the wooden columns on the porch.

Stiles hissed, because that shit had splinters and crap! But yeah also because, hot werewolf boyfriend!

Derek quickly began devouring Stiles mouth, savoring his taste, biting his lip, occasionally their teeth would clash, but neither minded, it felt good, they liked it. Stiles hands had just begun to roam under Derek's shirt when-

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPP!

BEEEPP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! BEEP! BE-

"Scott quit it!" Chastised Allison slapping his hand away from the car horn. Stiles looked towards where he heard Allison's voice, there was her car and if he squinted he could see inside.

There sat Allison, eye lashes fluttering, she looked... surprised. Then there was Scott, leaning over Allison, hands hovering over the horn, as if he was worried they would start 'touching' again. Honestly he looked like if he had just caught them having sex.

Stiles, being the best friend he was wanted to test the waters. He watched Scott and inched his head closer and closer to Derek-

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEP!

Yep, he was most definately going to go deaf.

Jackson stepped out of the car seemingly unfazed, Stiles saw that he was looking at his reflection with his phone, and couldn't help but role his eyes.

Derek stepped away from Stiles and opened the door to his house, not waiting to see if anyone was following.

Scott was still leaning over the car horn, looking spaced out. He only snapped back to reality when he caught a flash, out of the corner of his eye he saw Jackson holding up his phone and snickering. Allison hopped out of the car and slammed her door shut tight, she turned around and bounced off of a brick wall. Another flash.

Allison looked up and saw that she had bumped into Boyd, who was walking toward the house with Erica and Isaac. It looked like he didn't even realize that she had just collided with him.

Stiles was the first to plop down onto the floor with a content sigh, he was soon followed by Scott and Isaac, he guessed everyone else was just afraid of getting dirty. It took him about a second to notice that his sour wolf wasn't there. He was just about to start screaming about how Derek must have gotten wolf napped, when the black haired beuty strolled into the room with -you'll never believe this shit- a freakin' couch.

Obviously Derek had learned how to be a good host- is what Stiles first thought, until he saw Derek lay down on the couch and take up all the space. Erica just scooted onto one of the arms and flipped her hair. Stiles briefly wondered if he should call out Derek and demand he give his friends some space, but in the end he only got up and walked over to the couch. Derek watching him the entire time, then Stiles turned around and plopped right down into Derek's lap. Needless to say, the other teens were a little surprised, but Derek wasn't. In the short time (like half hour- give or take) that he had been dating Stiles he already understood that the kid knew of no personal boundaries. So all Derek did was adjust his position to make his partner more comfortable.

Stiles looked around the room and again found Jackson looking at his reflection, he scoffed and shook his head, typical.

"So..." Started Allison, she seemed rather uncomfortable.

"How did you two hook up?" Spoke Boyd.

"When did you first have sex?" Asked Erica.

"Why did you keep this a secret?" Said Scott.

"Who made the first move?" Added Allison.

"Have you guys ever gone out together in public?" Asked Isaac.

Stiles stayed calm, Derek had explained how they would answer. He looked down at him and Derek seemed uninterested. Finally sighing and sitting up.

"Okay. It had actually started the day I met these two idiots out in the woods.."

They had all been at the Hale house for about an hour or two, Derek reciting stories they had made up and Stiles filling in some minor details.

By now everyone who had been standing was on the floor, and they were all laughing at some comment made by Scott, poking fun at how awkward Stiles was around others.

"Okay, fine. Just one more question." Said Isaac, looking around at the others around the room, he leaned forward a bit almost as if this question was meant to be told in a whisper.

"Who tops?" Everyone else but Stiles, Derek and Isaac snorted.

Erica punched Isaac on the arm.

"Obviously it's Derek!" She giggled. Stiles tried to hide his smirk as he looked at Derek from the corner of his eye. He was scowling and fidgeting with Stiles flannel shirt.

"~a promise is a promise~" He whispered.

"I don't get why you'd even ask, it's so plain to see that, Stilinski's the one who would take it up the ass. I mean, no real man would play the submissive one when it comes to-" Jackson was cut off by Derek clearing his throat. The Alpha rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, then his knuckles all while looking dead at Jackson.

"Actually," Derek let out a humorless laugh.

"I'm the bottom." The room instantly became tense and Derek stood.

"Now, what were you saying about how no real man would 'take it up the ass'." Derek stood looming over Jackson, the rich boy gulped. But, this intense scary moment was quickly ruined, by none other than Stiles and his hysterical laughter. After the others heard him, none could help but join in.

The first to leave were Jackson and Allison, Jackson had said something about getting all the information he needed, but really who knew with that psycho. Stiles would have told him that his phone needed to be fixed, but he decided against it. It's not Stiles's fault that Jackson didn't realize that every time he lifted his phone there was a little red light shining, really it was almost as if he had been... recording... the, entire time. That little-!

Stiles felt himself being pulled to the side, and when he looked it was exactly who he expected. Scott.

Scott rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Stiles-"

"Scott." They both laughed awkwardly.

"I'm sorry!" They said in unison. Finding nothing else to do they gave each other one of those 'bro hugs', but Scott quickly pulled away when he heard a rumbling noise coming from Derek.

"Well, I've got to go." Scott pointed towards the door, he would have to run since Allison had given Jackson a ride home.

"See yah' later man." Chased Stiles. Now it was just him, Derek and the beta's. Speaking of the wolves, where were they?

'psst!' Stiles looked to the side. He must be hearing things.

'pssst!' There it was again! Nope, nothing.

"pssssssssssssssssssssssssst!' Stiles looked toward the stairs, nada.

"Oh my god Stiles! Just come out here!" Stiles finally turned around and saw Erica at the door. When he got to the porch he was handed a bottle of root beer by Isaac. Stiles looked at the drink.

"Seriously? Can't I get like some beer or-" Derek raised a hand and cut Stiles off.

"Stiles, I might be off duty right now, but I'm still a cop. Who works with your dad." Stiles popped the bottle open and took a sip, admitting defeat.

"So, just out of curiosity." Said Erica, watching both Stiles and Derek carefully then fully facing Stiles.

"If your a top why are you with Derek. I mean like sure, his body, his face, his hair,... his eyes, his ass... what was I saying again?" Stiles choked on his drink and went into a coughing fit.

"Oh yeah!" Erica's face brightened up.

"He doesn't look like he'd easily submit to anyone, unless I'm wrong." She looked over to Derek and smirked.

"Well actually-" Started Stiles.

"You're right, I'm not easy to dominate." Cut in Derek. He stood to get another bottle.

"But. I give great head." His beta's eyes grew three sizes that day. Just kidding, but seriously they were shocked.

Derekdrank the remainder of his root beer in one quick swig, lips lingering farther down the length of the bottle. He pulled away with a 'pop!'.

Well... that was a turn on.

Probably ended horribly, I tried taking my time with this. But I don't know. And I made a decision! That other fic I said I would write won't be a one shot, but it will still take place after this one, just that Sterek isn't the main focus, it's a different pairing. One not too popular I guess. Hint MxM. Not Scisaac.

Later on I'll go over my story and fix some mistakes that I'm 1,000,000,000,000% sure I made. Again, thanks for liking my story, unless you didn't... then... awww ):