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Chapter 10: Unwillingly

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Stiles screamed louder than he thought humanly possible as he watched his friend attack Peter. Although Scott was strong, Peter was stronger and was about to throw the teenager across the room just as Derek appeared and slammed Peter back and onto the ground. Stiles backed up more into his corner as he watched Scott and Derek go to work on Peter, attacking him from every angle and slowing down the huge beast of a man.

It wasn't until Derek grabbed Peter's head from behind and slammed it hard onto the wood floor did the three of them become still for a moment. Just a moment.

Derek crouched over Peter's head and Scott his torso waiting for the adult to make another move, and when Peter's mouth gaped open taking a hard breath blood started to trickle from his toothy maw. He struggled to breath, to pant, or move, but he pressed forward and spoke. It was low, yet audible.

"I loved her…" Peter coughed. "She was everything."

"You killed too many people already Peter." Derek said drawing his claws.

"As if…you wouldn't go mad trying to…save…your mate." Peter now coughed out a large amount of blood. "Victoria was innocent."

"It was an accident."

"Tell that to me…again…she…was…a…saint…"

"She was in the way of that fight, and you know it. You knew she was doing something sketchy, yet you allowed yourself to go mad thinking about it. She wasn't a saint, Peter. She was a-"

At that moment Peter jumped up and attacked Scott, dropping the teenaged boy down to the ground and attacking his face. Derek quickly grabbed the back of Peter's head once again and this time slammed it into the wall. The crack was deafing as the body slid down the wall, a trail of blood behind it. Derek grabbed an area rug and put it over his uncle's head before he lifted his foot and stomped hard on the rug; pieces of bone and blood speckled out from under the rug until finally what life was left in the werewolf's body was gone.

Stiles watched with dish like eyes as Peter's claws revered back to hands, and his body became less massive, but only slightly. Derek straightened his body up and grabbed the feet of Peter before pulling the body out of the house.

Scott stared after him for a moment before he slid down the wall himself and rested his head in his hands.

Stiles stared at him, wondering if it was safe to comfort his friend, but he soon realized his body was frozen in place by fear. He was stuck there, afraid. Yet for some reason his mind didn't fully comprehend it.

Derek entered the hallway again a while later and looked directly at him as he walked over. His gate was a little too demanding for Stiles, and his fight or flight instincts took effect as he started to back up away from Derek until he hit he staircase. Derek got right up to him, bending down so the two of them were at eye level with each other, but Stiles closed his eyes and turned away from Derek. He didn't want to be that close to him after what he saw, but Derek didn't see it that way. Or maybe he wasn't thinking about anything except Stiles.

Derek reached out and touched the side of Stiles' face, it was a ghost of a caress, but enough to set Stiles' skin on fire and enough to get the boy to open his eyes. When he did Derek's face was back to normal, he was human again, yet Stiles still felt uneasy.

"Look at me." Derek whispered and Stiles did. He looked into Derek's eyes and all his feelings of panic and fear faded into background noise.

Derek.

"Is…is he dead?" Stiles whispered.

Derek nodded. "Yeah."

"Is Scott okay?"

Derek turned to look at the teenager who was looking down at his hands, confused yet curious about his body.

"He will be." Derek said. "He wasn't supposed to change until the full moon." Derek replied as he rubbed Stile's arm. "Are you okay?"

"I…I don't know." Stiles said.

"Come on." Derek stood up, pulling Stiles with him. He held his mate for a moment to make sure the boy could stand up on his own before he turned to Scott who was still on the floor. He squatted down in front of Scott and stared the teenage boy in his glazed eyes.

"Scott, I need you to concentrate." Derek said calmly but Scott simply shook his trembling head. Derek tried to talk to him for a while, but he teenager was in too much shock to grasp what the man was trying to tell him. In the end Derek pulled back his fist and punched Scott square in the jaw. The boy huffed as he fell back onto the floor.

"Derek!" Stiles cried worried for his friend.

"Don't worry. While he's knocked out his body will calm down and he'll transform back into a human." Derek stood up and shook his hand a little. "He'll be fine."

"Will he remember this?"

"Yeah, unlike the original transformation, this is part of his life now."

Stiles nodded slowly looking at his friend on the floor before asking what they would do about the window.

"We'll just put something over it for now."

"I don't think we should just leave him here, Derek…what if his mom comes home?"

"And when she sees us what will she say then?" Derek asked and Stiles realized that having Derek there wouldn't make a good case. In the end the two pulled Scott into the living room and covered him with a blanket before leaving.

"Did you drive here?" Stiles asked.

"No." Derek replied as they walked to Stiles' jeep. Once they were on the street Stiles had to ask a few questions.

"So…is that it?"

"Yeah."

"Peter is dead? Just…dead?" Stiles asked gripping the stirring wheel.

"You saw me crack his head open." Derek said just as Stiles stopped at a red light.

"I…that was…really…"

Derek reached over and took Stiles' hand. "I'm sorry you had to see that, but it'll be alright. He's not going to try to kill you anymore."

"It's…just really hard to believe that he died that easily."

"If you were doing it you wouldn't call it easy." Derek said. "Peter is a lot stronger than me. If it wasn't for your friend we'd still be doing this."

"I hope he'll be okay…" Stiles took off and turned onto his street.

"He will be."

"He'll be like you?"

"Yes."

Stiles nodded a few times. "Great…now I have two werewolves in my life."

"More protection."

"Oh, right, there are more of you! Ha!" Stiles sighed. They stopped in front of Stiles house and got out of the jeep, walking up the front door. "You don't think…that Scott will…like…hurt anyone do you?"

"That's up to him." Derek said. "It all depends on how strong you are. Survival of the fittest. Although, I will say I was born into this. What Scott is going through is completely different than me."

"Right…mister royalty."

Derek laughed and leaned down to kiss the top of Stiles' forehead. "Go to bed."

"You aren't coming up?" Stiles asked.

Derek looked up into the ebony sky, the large round ivory moon was in the center of it all. "It's getting kind of full." He mumbled.

"Right…" Stiles nodded a few times before sticking his keys in the door. When he entered his house his father was coming down the stairs.

"I was about to call you." The sheriff said.

"Sorry!" Stiles said quickly.

"No it's fine. I wasn't expecting you home for a while, actually. Good job." His father said heading into the kitchen for a drink of water.

"Do you want me to cook anything?" Stiles asked taking off his shoes.

"Nah, I already cooked."

Stiles entered the kitchen and found that his father had cooked fried pork chops, mash potatoes, and cream corn. "Dad!"

"What? It was all we had."

"We didn't have any of this in the freezer!" Stiles said a little peeved. He thought his father was enjoying his healthy meals but it seemed he was wrong.

"There isn't anything wrong with eating something a little greasy every now and then." Mr. Stilinski said taking a sip of his water.

"Dad, the whole reason…I just want you to live a long and healthy life!" Stiles replied.

"There is ice cream in the freezer…I'd just thought I'd tell you now." His father said and his son threw his hands up in the air.

"Did you bathe in chicken fat too?" Stiles asked shaking his head.

"Gees, Stiles." His father laughed before patting him on the back. "I just had a taste for it. I won't eat fried pork chops again." His father said raising his hand.

"Promise!" Stiles said.

"Promise." His father replied. "Don't worry champ. You're father isn't going anyway. I can promise that." He said as he left out the kitchen. Stiles stood in their kitchen for a while before he fixed himself some of the food and ate too before heading upstairs, taking a shower, and heading to his room in a towel. When he entered the room Derek was sitting on the window seal waiting for the teenager.

"I thought you said the full moon was bothering you." Stiles whispered closing the door.

"It is…" Derek smirked. "So wouldn't it be best to relieve some of this tension?" Derek stood up and walked over to Stiles who took a step back before hitting the door.

"My dad is going to hear." Stiles whispered.

"Let him." Derek said bending down a little to bite and kiss Stiles' neck.

"Derek…" Stiles breathed.

"You smell so good…" Derek mumbled as he worked his way down the teenager's chest before grabbing his butt and hiking the boy up around his waist. He kissed all over Stiles before removing the towel wrapped around the younger's waist exposing Stiles' growing erection.

"You smell better." Stiles moaned as Derek inserted a finger into his mate; slowly opening him up.

"Nah." Derek said pressing the younger into the wall to get a better grip on him. Derek started to bite down on him, kissing and licking the teenager until Stiles let out a wonton moan so sweet Derek thought he was going to lose it.

Instead he controlled himself and pulled his fingers out of the boy and kissed him a few more times before he pulled his own erection out and started to push into his mate. Once fully inside Derek held his place for a moment, teasing Stiles causing the boy to push his body onto Derek's to make him go. But Derek was practicing patience and instead stood there staring at Stiles wanting for him to continue.

"Derek, come on…" Stiles whispered.

The older man chuckled a few times watching his mate a little longer before finally pushing painfully slow into Stiles. Stiles sucked in a breath and waited to release it as Derek slowly went on. It was agonizingly amazing and Stiles didn't want it to stop.

"I don't want to hurt you anymore." Derek mumbled close to Stiles' ear. "I want you to be safe."

"I'm always safe when I'm with you." Stiles breathed.

Derek was an inch away from losing it after hearing his mate say that, but instead he stopped moving, controlling himself again.

"Derek…" Stiles pushed down, but Derek didn't move.

"Stiles…" Derek kissed the younger on the lips, trying to distract himself, but Stiles wasn't having it. He continued to push himself onto Derek until he was practically doing it on his own.

"Derek, I need you." Stiles moaned and Derek couldn't stand it anymore. The werewolf moved away from the wall and slowly sat down on the bed behind them and laid down so that Stiles was straddling him. Stiles looked down at the bigger man confused.

"Do it." Derek said looking up into his mate's eyes.

Stiles was unsure for a moment before he started to ride Derek on is bed. Slowly at first, like before, but soon he picked up the pace and was going as fast as he handle. Derek stared up at him, watching his young mate pleasure himself without any help from the older.

Derek gripped Stiles' hips and started to guide him after a while, watching still as things between the two of them heated up. Stiles was panting now like a dog until finally without warning, his erection, which had been bobbing up and down between the two of them shot his semen across Derek's body. Stiles started to slow down, riding the wave of his orgasm out until there was nothing left. Seeing Stiles release himself caused a warmth in Derek to build, and not long after Stiles, Derek pushed Stiles down onto him and cummed deep inside the teenager. It was an instinct to always be deep inside of him.

Stiles removed himself from Derek and fell to the side of the older, resting his head on his chest.

"That…that was…flipping amazing." Stiles said.

Derek smirked. "Glad you liked it."

"Hey…uhh…how long have you had that tattoo?" Stiles asked casually.

"Since I turned 18." Derek rubbing Stiles' back.

"Does it mean anything?"

"Yeah…it means..." Derek started just as there was a knock. Stiles shot up and looked at the door.

"Stiles, I need to talk to you." His father called.

"Yeah! Yeah dad, hold on. Don't come in!" Stiles said hopping out of bed, tripping, and hitting the floor hard.

"Are you okay?"

"Yup, hold on!" Stiles said quickly putting on some clothes. He hurried to the door and cracked the door slightly. "What's…ah…what's up?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, prefect. Why wouldn't I be?" Stiles asked slipping through his bedroom door and closing it behind him. "What did you want to talk about? I've got a lot of homework to do. Ha, ha."

"It slipped my mind for a while, but you haven't been hanging around Derek Hale have you?"

Stiles eyes got wide and he stuttered. "That's…that's a random question to bring up."

"Stiles."

"I was telling the truth about that…Derek and I are really close." Stiles said biting his tongue.

His father crossed his arms and stared at his son. "Usually…I'd say this is the stupidest thing you've ever done Stiles, but I don't think that covers this." The sheriff said.

"If you just got to know Derek dad you'd understand he isn't as bad as everyone makes him out to be."

"'As bad'?" The sheriff raised an eyebrow.

"He's incredible." Stiles said.

"Incredible?"

"Nice. He is nice." Stiles tried. "Just give him a chance!"

"Are you and Scott playing a joke on me?"

"No!"

"Jesus, Stiles." His father walked away.

"So does that mean you'll accept him? Dad? DAD?" Stiles called after his father as he went downstairs. Stiles sighed and went back into his room. Derek was dressed and sitting at his computer desk.

"He'll accept it." Derek said as Stiles closed the room door.

"When?"

"You'll just have to show him how serious you are about us." Derek said.

Stiles collapsed on the floor and groaned. "I don't want to make this a big dealllll…"

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Around midnight Stiles got a phone call, waking him up. He reached over Derek's large body to reach his phone on the night stand.

"Hello?" He asked groggy.

"Stiles…" Scott said on the other end.

"Yeah?"

"That…that wasn't a dream?"

It took the teenager a moment to understand what Scott was talking about. "No…no it wasn't Scott." Stiles said.

"I…I don't even know how that happened. And Derek was there and he…he killed a guy. IN MY HOUSE, STILES!" Scott whispered hard.

Stiles winced a little. "Yeah…yeah he did do that. But all the danger is gone."

"I didn't even know there was danger!"

"The thing is…Derek and I have been dealing with this problem since we met. This guy named Peter, Derek's uncle, has been trying to kill me…actually the both of us."

"And you didn't think to tell me?"

"It would have gotten you into trouble. I mean, Scott sometimes I want to be Batman for a change. Every time I turn around your Batman, but I'm tired of being Robin!"

"What are you talking about, Stiles?" Scott asked.

"Nothing Scott, nothing!" Stiles shook his head.

"My mom is going to be home soon and the window is broken, Jesus, Stiles!"

"If you want Derek and I can come over there and fix it…"

"No…I'll just…tell my mom some lie…this is all really weird. I just…I can't believe this is me…"

"Are you still wolfed out?" Stiles started to climb back over Derek, but the man was already awake and grabbed Stiles, pulling him close so they were face to face as Stiles spoke on the phone.

"I've been going back and forth every 30 minutes."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, like someone pouring molted iron on me!"

"Wow…I'm sorry, Scott." Stiles said and Derek took the phone from him.

"Scott." Derek said flatly into the phone.

"H-hello?"

"It's midnight. Stiles is trying to sleep. Go to bed."

"Derek? You killed someone in my house!"

"Yes I know that, but I don't think calling this late at night is going to help. Tomorrow I'll fix the window and explain everything to you. Good night." Derek hung up the phone and threw it across the room.

"Hey, that isn't a cheap phone!" Stiles yelled.

"Go to sleep." Derek mumbled closing his eyes. Stiles glared over at Derek for a while before he closed his eyes as well.

"Sourwolf." He mumbled and Derek growled lowly.

Sourwolf needs his beauty rest, oooOOOOoooh.

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Oh my gosh guys! We are at the end of it all! One more chapter to go! Then I'll rest up before starting on the sequel, which will pretty much be cutesy everyday life stuff of Stiles and Derek and maybe some added characters too!

Thanks to all of you soooo much for reading! The next chapter is the last chapter and I hope all of you enjoy it! I had fun writing this story and it's awesome so many people read it! Whoo! Thanks again!