Anubis I. Kasanoda

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Rules for interacting with a sourwolf: Rule Ten

10. When he slams you against walls, it's not hitting on you… its hitting you.

So stiles had made it about… two weeks without another embarrassing slip up. At least he hoped he had because Scott hadn't mentioned it and well… he would have… right?

Well… he made it two whole weeks.

And to be fair that was saying something, because Derek hale was a part of his everyday life now. Like literally every single freaking day, all the time. It was like stiles couldn't blink without Derek being there. The more he tried to avoid him… the more he seemed to see him, so stiles just kind of gave up. On the avoiding part that is.

He also didn't follow rule number nine very well… he meant to go buy a lock… but something, probably the idea that perhaps he would come home and stumble upon Derek sprawled across his bed again, kept him from buying one.

He really should have bought one, it would have prevented him from coming home to Derek scowling at him.

"Okay dere bear what did I do this time." He asked throwing his bag on the floor and awaiting his most likely physical repremendation.

"Stiles, you smell like medicine." Derek replied.

Stiles was surprised he could talk trough his frown because man was it an impressive one, it reached all the way down to the bottom of his chin.

"Yeah that's usually what happens when you take your medicine wolfey. It's the only way I don't run around acting like a complete and total spazz. Just be happy, I talk less when I'm on it." He said shrugging and taking a few steps towards his closet.

He had spilled pasta sauce on his shirt and he really needed a new one so he could wash this one, he grabbed a random one before he felt himself being slammed against the wall beside his closet.

"Dude… what did I tell you about slamming me into walls. I am a human, humans get concussions." He almost yelled though his feelings didn't exactly match the words coming out of his mouth.

He liked being slammed against walls. Okay that wasn't exactly true, he didn't like it when Erica and Chris argent did it and he really didn't like it when Scott did it, but stiles was sure that by now Derek could smell how much he was throurely enjoying being pinned between him and the wall.

"Come on dude let me go." He said trying to push against Derek, which of course was no good. Even if Derek hadn't had super weird werewolf strength, stiles wouldn't have been able to push him off.

"deeeeeeeerek" he wined trying not to think about how close he was, to not pay attention to the warmth of the hand pinning him against the wall. And suddenly he was let go and Derek was climbing out his window and jumping into the street.

Stiles slammed his head backwards.

He had made it two whole weeks, but on the up side… his throat was still attached to his body.

Stiles frowned, sliding his shirt over his head and slipping the other one on before plopping onto his bed. Which smelled strangely like Derek and pulling out his journal to write down a new rule.

Rule 10.

When he slams you against the wall, he isn't hitting on you, he is hitting you.