*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

Stiles trotted into the Hale home, once again on alarm. He was once again sneaking in, the third—or was it fourth?—time he's done that in a week. Sure he has snuck into the house countless times before but not this often in a week's time. He still had his hellhound duties to do so he had to go out at weird hours of the night because that was the only time he could without the werewolves noticing anything. However there would be no returning to the house after this. He'll be living in his speluncam in the hellhound realm. In all honesty he was really nervous about returning to the speluncam. It's been ages since he really slept there. He's been in there before for various things, records and items and such, but he hasn't slept there since his parents were killed. He had no worries about it being dusty or dirty however. He was of a high enough rank to be able to hire other hellhounds to clean for him so that helps, all things considering.

But Stiles overall was dreading returning to his old home. He gets the feeling that his return will cause more trouble than do any good. Not because Stiles is a bad influence or that he'll get into trouble with other hellhounds (though that is possible due to other hellhounds being jealous of his good relationship with the Grand Marquis), but it was because he is a rainbow colored hellhound. That makes him almost like a celebrity in the hellhound world. Stiles has no doubt that word of his return has already spread throughout the whole underground. It might have reached his brothers and sisters already. However, the thing that was bothering Stiles the most was that knowing Burke, he would want to stay in Stiles' speluncam.

And Stiles would be in no predicament to say no.

All due to Burke's higher ranking. Ranking was everything to a hellhound. They are dogs after all. They were just one large pack with mini packs inside called families. Rank gave you command, control, absolute say—my word is final—manner about you. Without it you can be easily manipulated, used and you can't say no. Saying no to a hellhound with a higher ranking is just not done… unless you want to be attacked to 'remind you of your place' in the community.

Stiles sighed and walked into his room to immediately see both Scott and Derek sitting in his room, Derek on the bed and Scott on his chair before his computer, the Internet up for the teen werewolf was YouTube surfing. Stiles felt his eyes droop. He was really hoping that they were not here. Hell, Stiles was even still in his beastie mode. He quickly shifted and started to ignore their eminent presence in the room as he looked for his luggage that was in his closet and set it on the floor, opening it to prepare the packing. He opened his drawer, a hand about to reach into it, when a large, tanned hand was placed on the open drawer, the long fingers bending over the wood. Stiles froze, his hand hanging over a shirt.

The silence was deafening. The air was still. There was no emotion in it. It was simply two guys standing beside each other, their minds working out a possible next move. As the two continued to stand in silence, it was, out of all people, Scott to get the situation moving. "Hey, Stiles, why are you packing?"

Stiles' hand dropped onto the shirt and he was staring straight ahead, the hellhound very aware of Derek and his hand which was just millimeters away from his other hand. "… I was ordered from my leader to move out."

Derek's hand tightened around the drawer door but said nothing as Scott spoke for him. "Why? It wouldn't be because of the episode you had earlier and almost suffocating me to death?"

"No. That was just to get my attention." Scott was about to speak when Stiles elaborated. "I was possessed by my leader. He told me that I have to get out to benefit the community."

"What about school?"

"I'm still going… I just won't be living here." Stiles then moved his hands to pick up the shirt his hand was on.

Derek's hand on the drawer shot out and grabbed the hellhound's left wrist, stilling the other again. "He can't tell you that you can't live here. This is your home."

Stiles closed his eyes, his previous thoughts about rank coming back to his mind. He gently tried to pry his hand free but Derek's grip only tightened. The hellhound then roughly pulled his hand and again the werewolf's grip tightened. Finally Stiles pulled again, this time small licks of flame coming out form his wrist to burn Derek. Derek hence released Stiles and the hellhound grabbed the stack of clothes his hand was already on and moved to his luggage on the floor. "Truthfully this was never my home. I have a home already. Though yes, it is strange for me to think of it as home for I am so used to this place, that is home, not here. This was a job… nothing more."

"A job?" Both werewolves sounded together, Derek's being angrier as Scott's was more confused.

Stiles went back to his drawer and pulled out a second stack of clothing, he turning back to his luggage to fit everything in as much as he can. "I did say that hellhounds are an ironically named breed didn't I? Well if I didn't it's the truth. My job is to protect the people in this town, including the supernatural beings." He went back to the drawer, this time closing it, even though it had more clothing in there, and opening the pant drawer, Stiles once again grabbing a stack of clothing. "So as much as I would love to stay, I have orders and I have to follow them. There's no no's or but's in my field. You just follow your commands." Stiles again grabbed another stack of pants, closing that drawer behind him.

"But Stiles…" Scott began.

"No but's remember?" Stiles countered, he returning to the drawer again to grab some underwear and socks, he retrieving into his closet to get another pair of shoes, before shoving it all into the luggage, zipping it shut (with some difficulty). He went over and grabbed his phone charger and a couple of shopping bags in corner of the room, all containing school supplies. Finally the hellhound went back to his luggage and lifted it onto its two wheels.

"Will you ever come back?"

"To here? No. To school yes." Stiles then started for the door but was once again stopped by Derek's hand on his wrist again. "Let me go."

"Stiles." Derek simply said, as if only his name conveyed all of his feelings.

They did.

Stiles heard despair, loss, anger, confusion, sadness, loneliness, and so much more. The one thing he heard that was the worse was Derek's heart breaking. Stiles shook his head softly and tugged at his hand softly, the werewolf reluctantly letting go. "… I'll see you in school tomorrow Scott…" There was a pause in which Stiles debated whether or not he wanted to look back at Derek. He decided not to. "Goodbye Derek…" I hope to see you…

With those unspoken words Stiles left the room.

*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

Derek blinked as he watched Stiles leave his room. Behind him Scott was still sitting at Stiles' desk. Derek's body heaved as he released a sigh, a heart-broken sigh. Ever since the werewolf found out that he loved the hellhound that lived with him, his thoughts have only been on the smaller teen male. He wanted nothing more but to keep the hellhound at his side, to hold him and kiss him like he did before. It was weird for him to have thoughts like these. He hadn't have thoughts like this since Paige… since Kate. Both times he thought that he found a love that would last forever, both times blew up in his face, the second one literally in flames. And now it would seem that this one was beginning to sizzle out, and of course it would only be ironic that he had fallen in love with a hellhound that can use fire to his benefit.

Derek faintly heard Scott get up from the chair and shut Stiles laptop, which he had left behind, whether on purpose or on accident Derek didn't know, but he had a feeling that the hellhound would come back for it for school purposes. That is if the place he was heading to even had Internet. Did it even have power? Stiles took his phone charger but that doesn't mean anything. He said his parents lived in that place so it must have Internet and power… right?

Scott observed the older werewolf's face, his eyes squinting in thought. The teen werewolf placed a hand to his chin, he looking a lot like Stiles at that moment as he finally formulated the result of his observation. "You like Stiles." He said bluntly towards the dazed elder. Derek blinked twice before turning his head to look at the teenager. "I can see it in your face. You're brooding over him leaving. But hey, don't worry. From what I saw earlier he should be fine wherever he's going."

"He hasn't shown me his true strength." Derek began randomly. "I don't know if he really is strong enough to handle himself on his own. He's already so spastic."

"Yeah, but maybe he did that on purpose." Seconds passed where the two were staring at each other. Derek's eyes narrowed and Scott got the sign that he was supposed to elaborate. "He said he's supposed to protect us right? Well maybe to protect us he couldn't tell us anything. Like Batman."

"… Batman?"

"Yeah, like you know. He's a superhero and he has to keep his identify hidden so that the ones he loves don't get hurt."

"… They get hurt anyway."

"Details, details." Scott said waving off the fact. "The thing is that he was probably holding back so that nothing comes to attack him or so there's no trouble. You don't use your key player before he's needed. He's your secret weapon."

Derek stood there silently, Scott's words sinking into his skull. "You know, you act a lot like Stiles."

"Yeah I kind of figured. We hit it off right away when we first met. It's like we've been best friends since forever."

"… It's his personality I guess. It's very open and light-hearted."

"Yeah it is." The two werewolves stared at each other, their minds lost in thought. "I wonder if Stiles will ever show us where he lives? It's probably where more of his kind lives and it might look really cool. How many hellhounds are there anyway?"

"It's hard to know for sure really." Derek answered. "The species is very elusive and from what Stiles said earlier and how he was acting, I'm assuming that they aren't meant to be seen or even to be recognized by others as a hellhound."

"… What a secretive lifestyle for a guy who is so out there."

Derek blinked once. He had never thought of that. Sure he knew that hellhounds were elusive, but he just never thought of their characteristics and Stiles' own since he was so opposite from the norm. Or was it that Stiles was more like his kind and the Stiles he knew was nothing more than a façade, a false front? Lately he's been acting less like Stiles and more like a hellhound and that was worrying Derek, now more so since Stiles left. His fear of losing the teen then returned in that instant. He knew he shouldn't feel like this, not towards a minor (especially if that minor was really almost in his pre-teens in all actuality). If his sister were there she would be teasing him and then telling him to cast aside those emotions. She was always the sane one. She always was constantly reminding Derek that Stiles was a hellhound and not one of their own kind. If Stiles had been a human, things might have been better from the beginning, but he wasn't. Hellhounds were the type that always disappeared.

"Hey, Derek?" Scott called to him then. Derek glanced up, he not bothering to say a word to the teen werewolf. "Dude, why do you look like I just ran over your puppy with my non-existent car of mine?"

Derek said nothing but his eyes were saying 'It's nothing' and 'Just fuck off.' Derek began to walk out of Stiles' room, Scott following behind him. Once the teen left the room Derek closed the door, but not all the way, leaving a small open space letting Stiles know, if he ever comes back to their home, that Derek was hoping that he would come back.

*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

Stiles walked in with bags in hand to see Burke in his speluncam, the other hellhound in his human form, looking at the photographs on top of the fireplace. You would think that because the home was meant for a hellhound that it would be smaller, less humane and more animalistic (another word would be simplistic) but it was the exact opposite. Because the beings still changed back into humans, they still needed the necessities. This particular speluncam was quite large considering the family that lived there.

The front door was made from oak and was actually octagonal in shape. It had iron decorating the door that was imbedded into it in the shape of swirls. Once you pass through the door it's immediately the combined family/dining/entertainment room. To the immediate left a bookcase with a collection of books left over by the siblings, most of them were Stiles' considering this was, above all, his speluncam. To the immediate right was a shrine dedicated to that family's ancestors. It was a large, mahogany cabinet that held trinkets, photos, and memorabilia from dead relatives. Stiles' parents were front and center as customary for the more recent deaths always get that spot until another death.

In the center of the room was a full couch set with the teak sofa, the love seat and two recliners with a rustic brown leather look that added to the classic vintage feel of it. The coffee table was a true vintage piece, as was the two coffee tables flanking the love seat (the teak sofa made an 'L' with one of the coffee tables and the recliners had their own little cup holder place between them). They were passed down to him for six generations now and were heavy since they were practically wood blocks with intricate patterns in bronze. The ceiling fan above (that was currently spinning allowing air to flow) was illuminating the combined room with top of the line energy-saving light bulbs. The fireplace was on the left wall; it literally carved into the wall. This was also a rare feature in speluncams since hellhounds lived underground. Not even Burke has a fireplace in his home. Above the fireplace and the mantel (where the most favorite and liked photos of Stiles' family sat) was a large fifty-inch, LCD TV. Stiles' brother Petros wanted a sixty-inch TV but that was definitely far too big for a home they hardly used. Even the fifty was overkill.

The enormous, dining table (which could easily seat fifteen people) was towards the back of the room. It was large and really old, from the classical period (another hand-me-down) that was bulky and big due to the intricate wood patterns and carvings on both the table and the chairs. The table was planted before a large arched opening that led to the ten bedrooms that was separated into two floors. A spiral staircase at the end of the hallway serving as the way to go downstairs to the other sets of bedrooms (all of which were master bedrooms).

On the right wall was another opening, though not as large as the one that led to the bedroom hallway; this one led to the kitchen as well as the guest bathrooms (two for one was for women and another was for men). The kitchen was also completely state-of-the-art; stainless steel, granite countertops, center-island, marble tiled floors. The color scheme for that was peach-cream as Lillith called it.

But returning to Burke, he stood there before the fireplace, which had firewood sitting in it but it hasn't been turned on in years, when he finally noticed Stiles. He smiled softly and went up to take the bags from Stiles. Stiles didn't even make a motion to fight against the other and let him take the bags from him. "Welcome to your home master."

"Shut up Burke." Stiles snipped back. "Why are you here?" Stiles asked though he already knew the answer.

"I was told to keep an eye on you and your territory. The best way to do that is to move in with you so I already claimed the guest bedroom downstairs."

Stiles sighed and continued into his home. "So what now? Do we gather around the fireplace and sing Kumbaya?"

Burke chuckled and nudged the younger with an elbow since his hands were busy. "No Genim. You have school tomorrow don't you?"

Stiles glanced at him, his gaze questioning. "Alright… so what about the territory?"

"I'll take the night shift tonight. You go to school tomorrow and take the shift from directly after class to nine at night and I'll take over from there."

"Alright. But you do know that I will have homework eventually right?"

"I'll be on guard twenty-four seven Genim. If you need to leave earlier or get to your shift later, then feel free to do so. It's still your territory you know."

Stiles' eyebrows knitted together. "If you're going to be on your shift twenty-four seven, when are you going to sleep or socialize?"

Burke grinned then, his pearly white teeth in plain view. "When I'm on a job I have no social life and sleep is something I push out of my body. But if I do need to sleep I'll just wait when you're on shift so I can sleep."

"… But you just told me that I have no set time for my shift." Burke said nothing. Just continued to smile as he walked towards the bedrooms. Stiles began to follow him after a few seconds. They walked in silence for a few moments, getting off the last step of the staircase when Stiles spoke up again. "Is this why you are one of the best hellhounds out there? You take your work seriously?"

Burke kept on walking down the hallway, but he turned his head to look back at Stiles from the corner of his eye. "Every hellhound takes their work seriously, no matter what it is. I just overly take it serious." He turned his head again so that he was looking forward again. He reached the door to the biggest bedroom in the speluncam, also known as the head-of-the-family's room. "Well here you are young master." The older hellhound joked lightly as he opened the door wide open for Stiles. Burke glanced back at Stiles, his smile falling from his face when he saw the other's face. "What's wrong?"

"… You're calling me 'master' and 'Genim' but you haven't called me 'Stiles' yet."

"Would you prefer me to call you 'Stiles'?"

Stiles thought about that for a moment. He did say a few days ago to Burke that he can't call him Stiles but now that he wasn't it was weird. "… Yes." He replied simply.

Burke's smile returned. "Alrighty then Stiles. Your room awaits. You're probably tired and you still need to wake up early tomorrow to get your things ready and take a shower."

"Yes mom."

Burke chuckled and waited for Stiles to go into his room before entering as well, taking the shopping bags and placing them on the floor while lifting the luggage onto the cabinets. The room looked very old and vintage, Stiles barely touched it from when his parents were sleeping in the room. The bed was a balcony bed with a red felt covers dangling from the top of the light brown wood bed, the sheets were white, the comforter was light brown with purple, white, light blue, and olive collared octagonal patterns. The furniture all matched the bed, light brown and very vintage. The TV was hanging from a wall mount before the bed; it was a modestly sized TV, just barely in the medium size category. In one corner of the room was a small iron tea table meant to go outside that his parents used for quiet romantic nights or even mornings when their children were too loud.

Though honestly they didn't use it that much for the latter. They died before they could really put it to use.

Instead it was Stiles that used it the most even in his parents' combined married life. They were married/mated for nearly five years before they decided to have their first and last litter of pups. It was Stiles that retreated every loud morning and night into the room he inherited. Though it was right under the combined open room upstairs, the stone made the sound waves stop completely so it was actually pretty quiet. Instead of his parents it was the youngest who raised them all, the runt of the litter, the hellhound that was picked up by werewolf siblings who had also just lost their parents—hell their whole family. At least Stiles still had his siblings; Derek and Laura had no one besides this yappy runty hellhound pup they found; Derek now more than ever since Laura died and Stiles was forced to leave.

Suddenly Stiles felt two hands cup the side of his face followed by a pair of warm, slightly chapped lips touching with his own dried yet soft ones. Stiles was too shocked to move but the kiss was simply only a peck on Burke's part and he soon pulled away only to kiss Stiles' eyelids to stop the crying that had spontaneously started to spill from his eyes. "Stiles… it's okay. Cry if you need to."

But Stiles didn't want to cry. He didn't even notice that he started crying and now Burke was encouraging it. But it was that encouragement that caused the tears to begin overflowing as the teen started to sob uncontrollably into Burke's stronger and wider chest. The elder stroked the younger's back gently, occasionally stroking the back of his head and placing a soft kiss to the forehead. Stiles sobbed rocked his body, to the point where he was hiccupping and gasping for air like a fish out of water.

Burke said nothing but continued to console the boy. He closed his eyes and began to rock his body back and forward, much like one would to console a child. The elder hellhound sighed heavily as the younger's crying continued. "I was always wondering when you were going to break down. You're strong Stiles, but you don't let out your emotions too much when it comes to who you love. Your family especially…" And that werewolf…

Stiles' body convulsed in a big sob. "J-Just because I don't cry… hick… in public… sob, sob… d-doesn't mean I don't…" That last word came out in barely a whimper and Burke's hold on Stiles tightened, the soothing hands slowing but becoming more effective.

"Shh-shh-shhh…" Burke hushed softly as he held Stiles. "Just let it out. Let it all out Stiles… cry so much that you cry yourself to sleep. I'll be with you the whole night unless you say otherwise."

"But t-the territory… hick…"

"… You're more important."

"… Sob… That's stupid… y-you know I'll never… hick… sob… l-love you…"

"I don't care."

Stiles' sobs got worse instead of better at that moment. "Dumbass! Move the hell on!"

"… I'll die first thanks."

"…!"

"Just go to sleep Stiles." Burke said nuzzling the side of Stiles' face. The next instant Burke picked up the other bridal style and carried him to the bed, tucking him under the covers before going around to the other side to settle into the bed. Both hellhounds reached for each other at the same time, their bodies meeting in the middle of the king sized bed. "Just go to sleep."

*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

Well there's that. I was going to add another Alpha (Peter Hale) scene but I thought this was a better ender so I'm gonna start off with that scene next chapter.

Please review for Stiles leaving the Hale home and Burke's nurturing side! REVIEW!

ALSO HAPPY HALLOWEEN!