HEY GUYS.

so yeah. it's been forever. And i'm not going to spend forever apologizing cuz that would just be useless. But i love all of you. And thanks for everything! :D

And yeah. The thing with Isaac and Danny- in my head they had already gone on like approximately 7 billion dates before hand, so it wasn't all the awkward to me, but me being myself I totally forgot to write that in. So I'll probably write a few chapters of them together or whatever and insert them and move that chapter back to an appropriate time or whatever.

IM STILL DEALING WITH CALCULUS.

But anyway, onto the story. :)

"Woah." Stiles said, staring up at the large house. His brown eyes flickered over the almost-mansion, jaw hanging slightly as he took in the structure. The house was surrounded by tall trees, many of which were barren of leaves, and the few that still clung to their homes were inches away from death, the cold wind struggling to knock them off. The leaves that had fallen found refuge on the ground and littered the earth a thousand hues of brown and red. They screamed in chorus when they were trodden upon, the heavy footfalls of Derek's form crunching the delicate beings beneath them.

"Bigger in person, right?" Derek asked from beside Stiles, box in hand. Stiles looked up at the boy, eyes trailing over his unshaven jaw. His breaths came out in hot puffs, smoke rising from his slightly chapped lips and into the air. Stiles could feel the warmth radiate from the older boys form where they touched at the elbow, the heat warming his skin. He smiled.

"Yeah…" Stiles said. He looked at the box in Derek's hands, going back to gather another box from the truck.

Derek's family had finished moving in on Saturday- ridiculously quickly, Stiles noticed, but he had convinced Derek to allow him to help with moving the last bits of his belongings to the house- nothing more than a few articles of clothes, books, etc…

"So I'm the first to see it, right?" Stiles asked, smirk on his lips.

"What's the big deal about it?" Derek asked, leading the way as he walked up the path towards the house.

"I wanna feel special?" Stiles asked, shrugging. Derek rolled his eyes. "Isn't this house a bit… old?" Stiles asked as he followed Derek's lead up the steps, stopping behind the boy when he paused at the door. Derek grinned.

"We had it renovated. It's… a lot more modern."

"Renovated? In like… four days? The whole house?"

Derek's smile faded, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Um… not exactly."

Stiles raised a brow.

"Look. We've had this planned for… a while. We started the renovation like four months ago."

"While you were still in your old house?" Stiles asked. "So you've known about this for a while? Why didn't you tell me?" He was slightly offended. Why hadn't Derek told him earlier? Stiles' mind was about to kick into high gear when Derek interrupted his thoughts.

"Just… never mind. You wanna see the house right? It's kinda cold standing out here." His posture was tight; lips taut, Stiles could only imagine how tense the muscles under the boys shirt was. Those firm, strong muscles that Derek had grown so well into. Those pecs, delicious abs, huge biceps, the v-cut that inevitably led down to-

"Stiles?" Derek asked. Stiles came back to reality, finding that his view had fallen to Derek's crotch. A blush rose to his cheeks in record time, he refused to meet the boy's eyes- but he could tell Derek had a smirk settled on his lips. He jerked his head up to give a glare, but when he rose his face was unnecessarily close to Derek's, faces inches from each other. Derek's eyes were dark with something Stiles didn't recognize, his breaths falling soft on Stiles cheeks, vision locked onto his lips. Stiles suddenly became aware of how very dry his mouth was, and licked his lips.

XOoOX

Holy fuck.

It was bad enough when Derek had found Stiles' eyes trailing over his form, greedily devouring every inch of him. The lust that rose from his body was warm to his senses against the cold of the outside, a chill that only furthered the shiver that ran down his form.

Stiles' eyes were heavy, brown irises dark with something hungry, lustful. The blush that rose on his cheek was the perfect shade of pink, it matched his dry lips and God how Derek wanted to run his tongue over them, devour his mouth until Stiles was begging to be bred, for Derek to please him in unimaginable ways. Derek's fingers twitched with their hold on his box when he leaned in closer, struggling against the urge to take Stiles into his hands and have his way with him. He so badly wanted to press his lips against those pouty ones, but when Stiles licked his lips when he was only inches away from him it was almost impossible to stop himself.

His wolf had been tearing at his mind from the beginning, struggling to take what rightfully belonged to it. It was forcing him to .Breed. His senses had heightened, not only could he smell the lust on Stiles' breath, but the oaky warmth of the surrounding forest, the slight sweat on his form, but most of all the smell that fought through all the others, the distinct clean, flowery scent that had thrown him off so many times before.

Lavender.

XOoOX

Stiles saw Derek's eyes turn that icy blue again, saw it with his own two eyes, but it was no fleeting glance. The color stayed for a while, staring at Stiles with an intensity he had never seen before. He couldn't bring himself to look away, whatever was going on should not have been so fucking hot because whatever it was with Derek was not normal, but looking into those irises made his heartbeat quicker that it already was, his mouth went dry and he licked his lips again. The proximity between them was something that was definitely not helping, and he had no idea how long they had been standing there- maybe 5 seconds, 10 minutes, an hour? The only thing he knew was that with Derek staring him down like that all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around the boys shoulders and kiss him crazy, let Derek utterly and completely have him, do whatever the fuck he wanted.

"Stiles…" Derek said, voice low and husky and thick and raspy with something that was such a turn on. It ran down his spine and over his skin and he took in a small gasp, eyes locked onto the blue irises of Derek's eyes.

"Derek?" He asked, voice quiet and shaky, deeper than he thought it would have come out. Derek didn't respond, he stared into Stiles' eyes, and he leaned in closer, lips merely and inch away from Stiles, who had closed his eyes in hope. He was totally ready for whatever was about to happen.

But it never came.

There was a soft grunt of annoyance, then he heard the creak of a door open, and the shuffling of feet. After a few moments, Stiles opened his eyes, met with a view of the door, slightly ajar. He sighed, placing a hand over his rapidly beating heart, letting his breaths equal out. He shook his head, shaking whatever thoughts that popped up from his brain, reassuring himself that there was nothing in what just occurred, besides the whole blue eyes thing.

But whatever.

XOoOX

"Woah…" Stiles said, walking into the kitchen. He sat the box on top of the granite island, eyes gazing into the house.

"That your word of the day?" Derek asked, smiling.

"Shut up asshole." Stiles said, running his fingers over the stainless steel of the large refrigerator, over the smooth, glossy countertops. His eyes trailed over the cherry cabinets, the lights in the ceiling casting a dim glow about the room. The opening in one of the walls displayed the living room modestly furnished with a few couches and a large screen television, a stretch of cream carpet between them. The windows were open and blinds pulled, letting in the sunlight.

The walls of the house adorned various family pictures and paintings, the tile floor in the hallways were warm underneath his feet- he had long ago taken his shows off.

"This is…" Stiles trailed off, turning around, his gaze settling onto Derek's smile. The taller boy leant against the refrigerator, arms crossed, muscles in his shoulders and arms rippling out under the t-shirt he adorned. The smirk on his lips should not have been so attractive, and neither should have been that pose- as if he was waiting for Stiles to do something, and Stiles could easily think of the many he would do.

"Nice, right?" Derek said. "Yeah. My dad wanted it more… fancy, but my mom wanted it a lot more modest."

"This is modest?"

"Yeah. It is. You like it?"

"It's awesome." Stiles said, eyes bright. Derek didn't say anything, only looked at him with a warm smile, eyes boring into his soul, a gaze that made him breathless until Derek laughed and shook his head, turning around.

"Come on. I'll show you my room."

He led Stiles up a flight of stairs and down a short hallway. He stopped by a door, flashed a smile and opened it, walking into the room. To stiles' surprise it was surprisingly… bleh. It was bigger, a king size bed against one of the walls, the same dresser and nightstand from the previous room. It was by no mean boring, just… not different.

"It's…"

"The same?" Derek asked, laughing. "Yeah. I didn't want to really change anything."

"Not into the whole 'money' think, I take it?" Stiles asked.

"I mean, it's nice," Derek said, walking over to the bed and sitting down. "Money's nice, I guess. I can be a lot worse off. I know that, but money's not everything. There are a lot more important things." He said, looking at Stiles with soft eyes. Stiles were frozen for a moment, smiling in a nervous gesture. He went to sit next to Derek.

"The house is nice, Derek." He said, slightly leaning into the boy's warmth.

"You're welcome anytime you know. Seriously, Stiles. You can come over whenever. "

Stiles shook his head. "Nah, I don't want to be a burden."

"You're not."

"No, it's coo-"

"Stiles." Derek said, his tone stopping the boy short. He sighed, closing his eyes. He looked like he was preparing for something; his shoulders were tense, muscles tight.

"Look, Stiles. You're not a burden, not even a little. You're probably the exact opposite. Everything is…" He sighed, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"What?" Stiles asked, mouth a little dry, heart racing.

"…Everything's just a lot better when you're around Stiles. You just make everything alot better."

XOoOX

It had taken an extreme amount of willpower to confess what he felt to Stiles, but he had to let him know- that he wasn't a burden, that he was everything to Derek.

But he couldn't really say anything that heavy, so he left that part out.

But what ultimately broke his will, the only thing keeping him from claiming Stiles right then and there was when he finally looked at the boy. He gazed at him after he had finished his statement, his lips were parted just so, blush creeping onto his cheeks. His eyes were bright, Derek could hear his heart beating. It almost took the breath from his lungs, watching Stiles with that expression, as if he had been told he was the most precious thing in the world.

And he totally was.

His wolf was clawing at his mind, and quite frankly he was tired of staving it off.

So he didn't.

He leant down, slowly, just in case Stiles would pull away, but he didn't. His eyes followed Derek's lips, and he paused a moment before he went the previous few centimeters to Stiles' lips. He soaked in their proximity, the scent of warmth running from Stiles' body, his heartbeat, the slight puff of air that fell against his lips. He looked into Stiles' eyes to see that the other boy was already looking into his. There was something in his gaze, a dark, husky lust and a need, a fucking want that shone so brightly in his chocolate eyes, and in that moment Derek saw it.

Stiles wanted this too.

Something clicked in Derek's mind, his skin lit on fire, a new batch of lust pouring over him. Hesitation now miles away, he leaned in the last few precious centimeters, pressing his lips against Stiles'.

Good fuck his lips were soft. Pillowy, cloud soft. He moved his lips against Stiles', trying to coax response, but after a moment Stiles' lips began to mouth against his own, the soft pressure of his lips firing explosions in his mind. Stiles leaned into him, hands inching closer to Derek's leg. Derek pressed harder into the kiss, tongue darting out to swipe over Stiles' lip, to which he received a satisfied moan. He took Stiles' bottom lip in between his own and nibbled, eliciting a soft whimper from the boy. Stiles' hand had traveled up his leg and landed on his chest, rubbing absently over his pecs while Derek continued the assault.

Derek raised a hand to grab the back of Stiles' head, tightening his grip as he turned the boys head to a better angle. His other hand was brushing lightly over Stiles' thighs. They were nothing but a mess of hot pants, groping hand and eager mouths for a while as they tentatively explored each other's bodies. Derek's tongue soon darted out again, fighting to get past Stiles' lips, but it was to no avail. Derek let out a slightly angry growl as he nibbled on Stiles' lips. The hand on Stiles' thigh rose slowly to the bulge in his jeans before it pressed down with a soft pressure, Derek grinding the heel of his hand against Stiles' hard cock. The boy let out a quick gasp, a lustful moan escaping from his lips, and Derek took the opportunity to push past Stiles' lips and into the warmth that was his mouth. His tongue immediately began its explorations, Derek moaned into the flavor because it was so uniquely Stiles. Sweet yet better, a hint of coffee, it was so good just to run his tongue over Stiles' willing one.

Stiles himself had long ago gotten fully invested into the kiss. His hand had abandoned modesty and slid under Derek's shirt, feeling his extremely well defined abs and strong chest. He massaged one of Derek's nipples, pinching it in a teasing manner. Derek shuddered, a moan passing from his mouth and into Stiles'. Their tongues were in a desperate battle that neither of them wanted to win, rubbing over each other as the warmth from their forms mixed together, drowning them in a glazy heat.

Derek kept rubbing his hands against the boy's crotch, provoking soft whimpers and fleeting moans that were driving him crazy. Stiles was bucking up into his hands, seeking more of the sinful frictions.

XOoOX

God this felt so good.

The voice that was telling him to stop had slowly faded, easily replaced by Derek's mouth, tongue, hands, every inch that he could get his fingers on. He must have been dreaming, because shit like this does not happen to Stiles, but the feel of Derek's mouth against his, tongue sliding over his own, hand rubbing Stiles' aching erection were all too real to be a dream. And here he was, eagerly and compliantly melting into Derek's hands, letting the older boy set the pace because honestly Stiles had long gotten over the fact that he liked to be dominated.

It was the most annoying thing when Derek pulled them apart, his eyes shining blue into Stiles' gaze.

That should not have turned him on.

He let out a totally not girly whimper at the loss of contact as he pulled himself forward, seeking the warmth of Derek's mouth again.

Derek just smirked and let out a deep, husky chuckle. His lips were red, a bit swollen from the kissing.

"Shirt. Off." He commanded, pulling the bottom of Stiles' t-shirt. The boy raised his arms, letting Derek pull it off of him. Immediately he was rewarded by Derek's body again, the feeling intensified by the lack of clothing.

Damn Derek still had his shirt on.

But stiles wasn't allowed time to think before he felt lips at his neck, warm on his already fevered skin, pleasantly prickly facial hair rubbing against his skin. He moaned and brought his head back, offering more to the older boy. He tangled his fingers in Derek's hair and it was impossibly soft, his other hand sliding up Derek's thighs to land on the obvious bulge there and holy shit Derek was huge.

Of course Stiles had figured as much since he was a fucking sasquatch but still.

He rubbed Derek's crotch, trailing the outline of it until he reached the head, pushing down slightly as he massaged Derek through his pants.

Derek moaned, biting Stiles' neck in lust. He licked and abused the skin, leaving it wet as he nibbled it between his teeth and sucked it. He felt the vibration as Stiles whimpered in pleasure. He trailed his hands over the boy's warm form. He traced Stiles' slightly defined abs, dipped into his belly button and trailed over his chest, rubbing the pad of his thumb over a perky nipple. Stiles gasped, rubbing harder on Derek's crotch. Derek grinded into the touch, biting particularly hard.

He stepped his assault on Stiles' neck, grabbing the side of Stiles' face, looking into his eyes. Stiles' pouty lips were red and swollen, and God he could think of so many things to do with those lips. Stiles' eyes were dark, breaths heavy and ragged, and the hickey evident on his neck. His hands still palmed Derek's cock, needy for the touch.

God he wanted to fuck him.

"God Stiles you're…" His voice was low and his wolf was dangerously close to the surface. He knew his eyes had shifted long ago, and that Stiles had seen, but he frankly could care less right now. And obviously neither did Stiles.

"You're fucking fantastic." Derek said, pressing a kiss to Stiles' lips.

"Mm… Derek." Stiles said into the kiss.

"What?" he asked, rubbing Stiles' thighs.

"I want you so bad…" Stiles said, wrapped his arms around Derek's neck, leaning in closer. Stiles' tongue entered Derek's mouth, running over Derek's own. Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist, kissing him hungry before he put a hand to Stiles' chest and pushed him back, watching his surprised reaction for a moment before descending on him, straddling his legs between his own. He held down Stiles' hand with his, going to his neck, licking the skin on the other side. He grinded his hips down into Stiles', effectively rubbing their clothed erections together, a moan falling from both their lips.

"Derek… fuck," Stiles said. "Wait."

Derek was hesitant to stop, because even though Stiles had spoken those words, his hips were still grinding up into Derek's, searching for that pleasure again. With an annoyed sound, he lifted his head.

"What?"

"We… god Derek." He said, moaning when Derek grinded into him again.

"What?" Derek asked, smirk in place.

"We… we can't."

Derek raised a brow. "We can't?"

"I want to, God, I do."

"Then why can't we?" He asked, slightly annoyed. He was still hard, cock throbbing in his jeans.

"Let me up." Stiles said. Derek got up reluctantly, sitting in the side of the bed. Stiles pushed himself up, hand coming to rest on his neck-the bruise Derek had made, biting his lip at the memory. He sighed.

"We need to talk about this." Stiles said. Derek sight, felt his eyes shift as his body and wolf calmed down. His shoulders tensed. He watched Stiles put on his shirt, annoyed at the action.

"Yeah. I guess so." Derek said. Stiles ran his hand through his short hair, taking a big breath.

"So… obviously we have something between us." Stiles said. Derek rolled his eyes and made an annoyed sound of affirmation.

"Okay, fine. Since I'm the only one with words here, I'll just spill." He sighed, moving a bit closer to Derek.

"I've liked you for a… very long time, dude. Pretty much since I found out what jerking off was." He laughed awkwardly at the confession, rubbing the back of his neck. Derek had a weird look in his eyes, as if he was remembering something, but Stiles chose to ignore it.

"But, seriously. I… really like you, Derek."

"You do?" Derek asked.

"Obviously, I mean, we just almost fucked. I don't think I could have hated you and done that. Unless it was like angry sex or something. But anyway, I totally like it, loved it even, it was awesome, I mean seriously the things you can do with your mouth, like whoa man it was fucking awesome. When you did that thing with your tongue, I mean-"

"Stiles." Derek said, smirking.

"Sorry." Stiles said. "Look. I totally wanted to, okay."

"Me too…" Derek said, trailing off.

"For how long?" Stiles said, smiling. Derek laughed.

"Since my first he-" Derek stopped himself, cutting off his words. "Um. Since puberty."

Stiles gave him a look. "Well… what about Kate? Don't you two have a… thing, going on? I thought you-"

"That was a joke." Derek said, smirking. "I just… I never really thought that you'd like me back, Stiles. I hoped you would, God I hoped you would, but when it didn't happen I guess she was my… plan B?"

"That bitch shouldn't even be your plan Z." Stiles said, rolling his eyes. Derek laughed.

"So why exactly couldn't we… continue?" Derek asked. Stiles blushed, biting his lips.

"Well… call me romantic, but I've always had this kind of vision of ya know, like, going on…"

"Dates?" Derek asked, a smile on his face, a chuckle rising from his lips. Stiles blushed.

"No! Nothing so girly. Just like, ya know. Maybe we can go to the movies or something. No big deal or anything. Just you and me going out." He said, averting his eyes.

Derek smiled and leaned over, taking Stiles' face in his hands and pressing a kiss against his lips.

"I'll take you on as many dates as you want." He said. For a moment Stiles had this dreamy look in his eyes, as if he was imagining everything he wanted, but he promptly pushed Derek away and got up with an angry huff.

"They're not dates." He said, walking out. Derrick laughed and got up, following the younger boy out the door.