Stiles sat at home in the chair at his desk, studying like he knew he should even though he always gets straight A's anyway. He looked at the time on his phone and sighed, it was almost six and his dad wasn't home, not to mention it was the full moon so Derek and all the rest of them were banding together because hey, some pack full of strangers decided to crash in their not-so-sleepy little town.

As he stared at his phone he bit back the urge to send Derek a text or call him. He hadn't seen him the night before either, clearly this whole 'new alpha in town' thing has him rattled. Stiles knew it couldn't be easy for him to deal with and that the reason he's been a little colder the last few days is because there's already been too much happening in the last few months and he doesn't want to lose a member of his pack.

Stiles is just waiting for him to cut him off even further. He did it once after he almost lost him so who's to say he won't do it again now? It's a coping mechanism, he knows that. It's a way for Derek to stop himself and the people he cares about getting hurt. He has this problem where he blames himself for all the problems that surround him.

Sometimes Stiles wishes that he would just blame Peter for long enough to kill him because he does far more damage than he does good. He never will though. Peter may be a jackass, a sarcastic and narcissistic liar who killed his sister – but he is the last part of his family left.

Stiles would have loved to meet Derek at sixteen, young and happy with a family still around him and before everything happened with Paige. He knew that he would have been so different. Sometimes he wonders if that Derek will ever come back.

Now he wasn't focussing on anything productive so he threw down his pen and stretched himself out in his chair. He looked at the clock; 6:05.

God damn it, he thought. He was never going to get anything done now. He told himself that he wouldn't interfere tonight because of the full moon and the new pack and it would make Derek feel better if he was just at home having a quiet one but the silence was starting to get irritating.

He decided to go for a shower because there was nothing better to do and he was waiting to hear from his dad. He didn't want to cook anything if he wasn't going to be home or if he was picking something up on the way. Then again, his cooking was basically reheating whatever he could find.

He checked his phone again, knowing that if he had got a message he would have heard it but still swiping the screen anyway. He threw it down onto his bed and headed into the bathroom, quickly stripping down and turning on the hot water. The weather was still warm for now, in a few months it would be getting a lot colder.

He took his time, knowing that after this all he had was study or TV and nothing sounded all that interesting to him. Well, one or two things did, and so he amused himself for a while with one of them. It didn't kill as much time as he had hoped it would.

When the room was too steamy to breathe he climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, giving himself a quick glance in the mirror. He had no idea what Derek saw in him. Sure, he had nice cheekbones and small dimples when he smiled but Derek had the body, the hair, the jawline, the everything that made a guy perfect. He knew that his scent had something to do with it but all he could smell now was soap and when he hasn't had a shower it's sweat. So he hasn't got a clue but his mantra begins with the line 'if it ain't broke'.

He cracked his neck from side to side as he walked into his bedroom.

"Easy there Stiles, maybe you should buy me dinner first." He leapt about a mile in the air when he saw Erica sitting back on his bed flicking through her phone.

"Holy – what is with you werewolves and breaking into my house to get into my bed?! I'm up to three now so who's going to be next? Jackson?" He said, slightly annoyed and holding his towel ridiculously tight.

She laughed. "Oh calm down, I'm just here to make sure you're safe."

"And who exactly said that I need to be protected?" He grunted, walking over to his dresser to look for some fresh clothes. "Would you get out so I can de-naked please?"

She chuckled again. "Just go back into the bathroom, you seemed to enjoy yourself when you were in there just before. Besides, I'm here to watch you remember." She winked and Stiles scoffed.

"That Derek's suggestion was it?"

"To protect you? Obviously."

"And he sent you?" He said, raising an eyebrow and not believing it for a second.

She shrugged. "He sent me to protect someone."

He rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. "I take it I'm not the only one who requires protection then?" He pulled on his shirt and tugged his jeans over his slightly damp legs.

"You and all the other humans." She called.

As he walked out he threw his towel onto the floor and realised that it was his phone that she was looking through. "Excuse me! Do you mind?" He swiped at the phone but her reflexes were too quick and she pulled away.

"Derek's such a sweetie when the two of you talk. It actually kind of makes me sick." She said with a twisted smile.

"You're crazy!" He muttered, snatching it away from her. "So how did you get landed with me?" He asked, shoving it into his pocket and away from her.

She shrugged. "I traded with Boyd."

"Who's he with?"

"Lydia."

"Lydia?"

"Yes Lydia, did I not say it clearly enough?" She said.

"Well I just thought that Jackson would be with her, or is he tied up in a basement again?" He snickered a little, finding the thought to be quite amusing.

"No, he's not."

"Something's going on with them, isn't there?" He asked and she just looked back at him. "Don't tell me there isn't because I may be a fragile human but I know when something is up."

"Whatever it is I don't know it, I just know that he's grumpier than usual and he volunteered to watch over Danny. He's staying at his place tonight."

"Derek asked someone to protect Danny?" Stiles wrinkled his nose, that didn't seem right.

"No, Jackson's all uppity about it because he saw him talking to one of the twins yesterday, and he didn't like it." She said.

"I don't like it either…" Stiles muttered.

He didn't know these new people and if any of the other unannounced supernatural beings are anything to go by then he didn't want to.

"Well Derek tried to talk him out of it but I think he saw that Jackson was genuinely worried so he just let him go. Now we just have to worry about Danny being ripped apart if Jackson can't keep control." She said with a smile.

"You know you're a little sick right?" He said. "So… where's Derek?"

She rolled her eyes. "How did I know you'd ask about him?"

"Shut up, if you knew I was going to annoy you then why did you trade for me?"

She didn't answer that. "He and Scott are out by the old house, I think they're mainly trying to keep Peter from doing something stupid."

Stiles scoffed, knowing perfectly well how difficult a task that could be. As he thought about it he realised that she hadn't mentioned Isaac.

"So, wait, where is-"

He was cut off by the sound of feet on the roof and a second later Isaac was climbing in through the window.

"Hey this is my gig, get your own." Erica said, still lounging about on the bed.

"What happened to you?" Stiles asked.

Isaac's hair was scruffy and full of dry grass pieces and one side of his shirt was torn a little and covered in dirt.

"I was given the pleasure of making sure nothing happens to Allison during the full moon." He grumbled. "I knocked on her window and told her the plan only for her to give me the old 'I can take care of myself' routine and shove me off the roof!" He growled, shaking his head and sitting down in the desk chair.

Erica smiled. "That's what you get when you steal someone's boyfriend."

"I didn't steal him… she gave him away and I just happened to be there-"

"On the rebound?" She grinned and he snarled.

"Hey, hey!" Stiles said, putting up his hands between them. "Can we get a little less werewolfitude in here? I don't really feel like dying, not this full moon anyway. So what made you come here?"

"I didn't want them to think that I wasn't doing my job so I couldn't go with them, Scott would kill me." He said a little begrudgingly. "So I just came here, I figured you'd be staying in but I thought Boyd would be here."

"They swapped… for some unknown reason." Stiles muttered.

Erica just gave Isaac a big grin and he shook his head. "I don't think I'll worry too much about Scott killing me, you should be worried about Derek taking you apart." He said.

"Oh come on, Stiles wouldn't let his little sourwolf do that." She said and Isaac raised his eyebrow over at Stiles who had folded his arms over his chest.

"Sourwolf?" He asked.

"Did you have to go through my text messages?" He spat at Erica and she nodded.

"You left it out, what else was I supposed to do in here?"

"There is a computer right there." He pointed to the desk behind Isaac.

"I don't really want to know what's on there Stiles." She said.

"I'd be more worried about the phone." Isaac said, grinning.

"Alright both of you shut up."

"I'm hungry, you guys want to get some food?" Isaac offered.

"That would be awesome, I'm starved." Erica hopped up and flicked back her hair.

They both looked to Stiles who sighed. "Fine, take out menus are in one of the kitchen drawers so you can both get the hell out of my room!"

The three of them ordered Chinese after Stiles got a text from his dad saying that he would just pick something up for himself on his way home later. Isaac complained for a while about Allison and her kicking him out and Erica mostly chanted sarcastic remarks at him.

Stiles noticed that Isaac was sweating a little, and it wasn't from the spice in the food, not to mention his deeply furrowed brow whenever he was quiet.

"Hey Isaac, you okay?" He asked as he shovelled another mouthful of rice down.

"What? Yeah I'm fine." He shrugged and Erica just snorted.

"It's the full moon Stiles, he's probably in heat." She laughed to herself.

"I'm not a bitch like you so don't say it like that." He snapped.

"Whoa, okay, did I just step into some werewolf thing here?" Stiles asked.

"Well duh, haven't you noticed that Derek gets randy every time the full moon rolls along?" She asked.

"He's basically always like that." He smirked and she rolled her eyes.

"Well then more so." She said, narrowing her eyes.

Stiles shrugged, "Yeah, I guess, mostly just more – you know what I don't really want to talk about my sex life with either of you… no more than I already have." He looked over at Isaac who looked like he wanted to avoid this conversation.

"Well that's why, it's just a wolf thing." She shrugged.

"What? Getting super-hot because of a big silver ball in the sky?"

This time both of them narrowed their eyes at him. "Hey, I never said that's what my deal was." Isaac said. "Can't talk for you though." He nodded to Erica.

She scoffed, "Please, I can smell it on you." She said in a seductive voice, leaning in to nip at his ear to which he snarled. "I know, I know, property of Scott. How about you?" She looked over at Stiles with a wink and he smiled as he shook his head.

"Only if you have a death wish." He said.

"Well phrased." They all spun to see Derek walking in from the other room.

"Seriously… knocking…" Stiles muttered.

Erica looked slightly wary but Derek just gave her a glare before he placed a hot, open mouthed kiss on Stiles' lips. A little taken aback he dropped his fork – he never was any good with chopsticks – and kissed him back.

"That's my cue to go I think." Isaac said, standing up and wrapping up his empty container. "I take it Scott's at home?"

"Unless he's waiting for you in your bed… you know, all naked and ready for you to show him a good time." Erica said with a smile and Stiles groaned.

"Can you not put that image in my head like, ever again please?"

Isaac smirked. "Yeah Erica, shut up."

"Why are you here and not out making sure Peter doesn't do anything… Peter-like?" She asked, standing up too.

"He left for the night, headed into the city." Derek said.

"Why would he go to the city?" Stiles asked.

Derek shrugged. "Full moon."

"Oh so Uncle-Alpha has moon fever too." Erica said.

"Would you stop with that?" Isaac said. "Is Scott at home?"

"Hey, you're the one who has the problem admitting it." She said.

"He's home but my real question is what the hell are you all doing here? And where is Boyd?" Derek asked, a little angry.

"We traded." Erica said.

"And Allison can protect herself." Isaac said with a little bit of resentment.

"Why do I even bother with the two of you? Leave, now." Derek growled.

He seemed pretty angry to Stiles and the others seemed to feel the same vibe.

"Look, I wouldn't have-" Isaac started.

"I said leave." Derek said again.

"Well I guess this little party is over." Erica said, getting up to leave and giving Derek a wide berth.

Derek made long strides over to her and grabbed her by the throat, pinning her against the wall and knocking a picture in its frame to the floor, smashing the glass. Her hands clawed at his, trying to pull him away and both Isaac and Stiles recoiled at the sudden movements.

"Next time I give you a job I want you to do it; don't go second guessing or trading. If I ask you to do it then do it!" He snarled.

She panted, closing her eyes tight as Derek's angry breath fanned her face. "Okay!" She whined.

"You want to fight back that's fine, but be smart about it and don't do it on a full moon." He gave her one last squeeze before letting her drop to the floor.

She clutched at her throat and looked up at him as she scrambled to her feet. She said nothing to him, she just gave him a look and tried to avoid his eyes.

"We should go." Isaac said slowly.

He reached out to Erica, taking her hand and pulling her to the front door. She looked back almost apologetically to Derek, the alpha's verbal thrashing enough to send shockwaves through her, scaring her wolf into submission.

As Derek watched them leave Stiles walked over to the fallen picture. He picked it up and sighed. The glass was shattered and the frame was broken in the corner. Derek walked over to him and felt a little guilty as he stared down at the picture.

Stiles was probably no more than seven, grinning wildly and in the arms of his mother who had her lips pressed against his cheek. He brushed his thumb over her image and his lips twitched a little.

"I'm sorry." Derek said quietly.

Stiles shrugged, "It's alright, it's just a picture frame."

"It's not about the frame."

"It's fine Derek, we can replace it." Stiles put the picture on the bench and looked down at the broken glass.

"I'll get it." Derek said, using his hands to gather it up, guilty for letting his anger shine through.

Stiles watched as he collected the glass off the floor sheepishly and pour it into the bin. He put his hand on his arm to stop his and Derek turned to face him.

"Seriously Derek, it's the full moon, I don't blame you for acting a little crazy-alpha. Plus your jealousy is kind of hot." He said, trying to break the mood that he could see creeping onto Derek's features.

"I'm not jealous of Erica." He said, huffing out her name like it was a struggle for him.

"No, you're jealous of me being friends with Erica."

"Why would I be jealous of that when I clearly have you as more than just a friend?" He asked, slipping an arm around Stiles' waist.

"I don't know, maybe it's because you have trouble with the whole 'friend' thing." He offered.

Derek just raised an eyebrow as his other hand slid downwards towards Stiles' ass. Stiles chuckled and kissed him once.

"You see, that's just what I mean, straight to the sex." He said with a smile.

"I happen to like the sex." Derek mumbled against his cheek, his lips trailing downwards, mouthing his neck gently.

"Yeah well I'm… I'm pretty fond of it too…" He breathed, getting distracted by the warm wet feel of Derek's tongue gliding against his skin.

Derek slowly turned him until he was pressing Stiles to the wall, holding him firmly in place with his hips.

"Wow… you really do have moon fever…" Stiles muttered as the solid pressure of Derek's overgrown cock throbbed against his hip.

Derek sighed and tore his lips away, sweat beading his brow and his eyes impatient. "Do you have a point to your ramblings? Because once we start this I'm not going to be able to stop." He said.

"Right, the whole full moon wanton-werewolf thing, I dig that-"

"Stiles…" Derek groaned, more of a whimper than anything else.

"I'm just – I mean we kind of jumped straight into the whole physical thing, and talking to Isaac the other night…" Derek let out a little groan. "… talking to Isaac made me think that we could maybe stand to be a little more like the two of them, you know, friends… maybe do a little more talking – which I know you hate but hear me out." Derek snorted but stayed quiet to let him finished, probably because all the blood in his body had completely deserted his brain, Stiles thought. "Sometimes I just feel like we're kind of… static?" He said.

"Static?"

"Yeah, you know, staying in the same stagnant position." He bobbed his head a bit and Derek gave him some room to breathe, stepping back to lean on the table. "You say a lot more than you used to but still… when you do it's all kind of cryptic or vague. You have no idea how many questions I have going through my mind that I'll never ask because then you won't say anything. I mean you really have no idea, my brain is kind of like this dark place where things are always spinning and going round in-"

"Stiles…" He said, stopping the onslaught of words that come from the lack of a filter between brain and mouth. "Just tell me exactly what you want." He said.

He sighed. "I don't know, can we just … get to know each other better? You could take me out on a date; I wouldn't be opposed to that." He shrugged and Derek looked almost amused.

"Don't we always do that?" He asked.

"I don't mean the 'hey, let's go and have loud crazy sex in the woods' kind of date, I mean an actual 'eat dinner in a restaurant' kind of date. I mean it doesn't have to be anything fancy or whatever, I just want to talk to you like people do when they… date. Like I said, we kind of skipped the getting to know you part." He shrugged.

Derek still had that corner of his mouth smile on, "If I say yes can we move on to more amusing activities?"

"Seriously, is the moonlight some kind of wolfy Viagra?" He rolled his eyes and walked towards Derek, dropping to his knees.

"What are you doing?" Derek asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He asked as he yanked hard on Derek's zipper. "I'm going to make you say yes even if you don't want to." He smirked a little and Derek laughed, not bothering to stop him.

"Oh believe me, I want to." He said, grinning as he closed his eyes and waited for what was sure to be a worthy onslaught.

Isaac headed straight to Scott's place, calling him on the way to make sure that he was in fact there and not like Erica said, waiting at Derek's. The thought of that really didn't make him comfortable on the journey over.

Melissa's car wasn't in the driveway, so he knew that she was covering the late shift. Good, he thought. The full moon had always been a time when his emotions were heightened but now that he and Scott were together one particular emotion was burning him so deeply that he didn't want to wait a second to get his hands on him.

As usual, Scott had left the door open for him. He headed inside, locking it before practically bolting towards the stairs and leaping up them three at a time. He reached Scott's door and wrenched it open to see Scott – sleeping. He was asleep.

Rolling his eyes he quietly took off his shoes and jeans, stripping down to just his white tee and boxers. As he slid in beside Scott, moulding their bodies together he let out a contented groaning sound, reaching back to hold Isaac into him.

"What took you so long?" He said sleepily, his body waking up faster than his mind.

"Nothing, I walked here from Stiles' place, remember my lack of a car?" He said, kissing the back of his neck and inching his fingertips under the elastic of Scott's underwear.

"You're so hot… you ran here didn't you?" He said cheekily, rolling over so that he could weld his lips to Isaac's.

They parted quickly, Scott's tongue dragging along the side of Isaac's as they both let out pleasured groans. Isaac nipped at Scott's bottom lip, biting him just hard enough to draw blood before it healed.

"Don't do that…" He mumbled against Isaac's lips.

"Why not?" He breathed, slowly pushing his hips back and forth causing just enough friction to have them both achingly hard in seconds.

"I have very little control as it is, let alone with you doing that…" He said, running his tongue along Isaac's teeth.

"Who said I wanted you to be in control, huh? Why don't you let go…?" He said raspingly, moving his teeth down to Scott's neck and biting him a little harder.

Scott grunted, his voice breaking slightly at the peak. "Isaac, I'll hurt you for real if I let go."

"What's the point in having super healing powers if I don't get a little pleasure out of it?" He said, brushing away a small trickle of blood with his tongue.

"Seriously… stop it…" Scott said, his eyes glowing yellow, unable to be held back.

"You should know by now that I like it when you get a little rough with me…" Isaac breathed.

Scott wet his bottom lip, his fangs descending slowly as the idea of losing control became even more enticing. He could see that Isaac's features were changing, the perks of being in a relationship with another werewolf was that you didn't have to have that constant control over yourself. Accidentally nicking them with one of your claws meant healing immediately, with a human… not so much.

"Maybe I wouldn't mind so much if you got a lot rough with me…" His voice came out in such a throaty groan that Scott shook his head.

"You are such a bad influence." He growled, hopping up to pin him down, squeezing his wrists painfully.

"Don't pretend you don't like it." Isaac said and Scott just smirked down at him.

"Just shut up and let me get on with it." He growled.

"Not going to argue with that."