- Wednesday 12 December 2012.

When he woke up the next morning, it was to his father's voice and an empty bed. Just as well. Would have been more than odd if his dad had walked in on him and Derek practically spooning on a school day yet there was that feeling again. Confusion. And maybe he was going to fail Peter in the "have patience" department because he had never really been one to just wait for things to happen. Yes, it was one thing to ignore a problem till it eventually goes away but this was not a problem and he was not even trying to ignore it.

But maybe Derek was. What if Derek saw this whole thing as dysfunctional? A problem. And what if he was trying to ignore it until what he hoped to be a mere infatuation on Stiles' part just goes away?

Well then if Derek thought this was how you ignore a problem, then he needs schooling because this was only making him want the wolf more and more.

Then what about what Peter said? About Derek caring for him and all that stuff?

He huffs, starting to feel angry at the rollercoaster of emotions the two Hales seem to be dragging out of him. He went downstairs to eat with his dad, both men getting out of the house at practically the same time and heading once more, to their respective destinations.

School hadn't been a morbid affair. Not like two days prior had been but he was still caught up in his thoughts. About Derek.
And Peter.

And that was what disturbed him because up until that point, he had been certain he had no care in the world for the former homicidal wolf but now, thinking about him made him...made him feel good. Really good. Not because he wanted to lurch at him and rip his clothes off and beg to be fucked, -at least he wasn't there yet- but just because in the Past few days, the oddest things that had happened to him was Isaac and Peter. Both people he didn't really expect, making him feel good about himself but he wasn't thinking about Isaac. {Pfft. Well because obviously, Isaac doesn't want me. It's pretty obvious to everybody who he wants. Everybody, that is, except Scott. } Sometimes he really wondered for Scott. How could the alpha be so clueless? He had tried hinting at it a few months back but Isaac had growled and he had gotten the message loud and clear. 'BACK OFF' so he had done just that. Let those fools dance around each other forever.

But Peter liked him. He wanted him and he went out of his way to make him feel good. And that was the thought in his mind when he drove home at 3pm to find Peter peeing around his house. The wolf stood at the side of the lawn although like a little child, he was spreading his urine everywhere.

"dude what the fuck are you doing?" he got down from the jeep, walking to the man who shamelessly shook his dick in plain view of Stiles before slipping it back into his pants.

"Sorry. I was looking for Derek. I followed his trail all the way here but he wasn't. And i wanted to use the bathroom but no one was at home and since i didn't want to be arrested for breaking and entering, especially the Sheriff's -who hates my guts by the way- house.." the man spoke without taking a break so he was out of breath when he finished, letting out deep breaths.
Stiles just shook his head, rolling his eyes and heading into the house. "Feel free to leave then. Derek's not here."

He heard Peter chuckle behind him and frowned, looking suspiciously at the older man who just shrugged and sprinted off into the distance.

Stiles was sitting at the dinner table when Derek walked through the house like he owned it. "Stiles!"

"Hey what's the-?"

"Was Peter here?"

"He was. Said he was looking for you but why are you-?"

"You let him pee around your house?"

"No I didn't *let* him. I walked in on him-"

"He was fucking peeing around your house!"

"Yeah I got that part! Or would you rather prefer I open my mouth and get on my knees so he pisses into my mouth? Why are you fucking overreacting?! The guy just took-"
Derek was in front of him, eyes flashing a dangerous blue and he gripped Stiles' chin. "Don't insult me. You and Peter-"

"Are what? Fucking? Cheating on you? Just in case it skipped your notice, i don't belong to you! You're not my boyfriend and I don't fucking care what you think about me now get the hell out of my house. Now!" Stiles was livid with anger, his finger, which was pointed at the door was trembling and so was his whole body. Derek moved to the door, pulling it open but a look back revealed Stiles sitting at the table, shoulders lumped and his whole body trembling from anger. He stepped back into the house, Stiles looking up, eyes shining with barely held back tears, to see him and jumped up from his chair, moving further into the kitchen and grabbing a knife. "You stay back. Stay away from me or i swear I'll cut you!"

but Derek kept coming closer and when he was close enough, he grabbed Stiles' hand, the knife clambering onto the floor. "I'm sorry." he mumbled and stepped closer to the younger boy, feeling like crap for making him feel this way. "I'm so sorry."

He stepped closer still and when Stiles didn't flinch, he closed the gap between them, pulling the slender boy's shaking body into his arms, mumbling a litany of 'sorrys' into his hair. Stiles had no idea how long they stood there, him silently crying and Derek whispering soothing words to him while his large palms rubbed his back but he pulled back at some point, looking up at Derek with blood rimmed eyes. "I'm sorry." Derek whispers again and placed a soft kiss on his lips, then another, and Stiles was clinging onto him, demanding much more from him.

Derek cupped his butt, lifting him up effortlessly onto the kitchen counter and Stiles wrapped his legs around him, sniffling every now and then to keep his nose from running and that was the only indication of his breakdown a few minutes ago. His hands moved restlessly to pull Derek's shirt off his shoulders, hands working on the zipper of Derek's jeans and reaching in to pull out his hardening cock. Derek moaned, "Stiles..."

"Shh... Just take me. Right here i don't care just..." He whispered, palming Derek's cock.

Derek's inner animal loved the offer, and his cock throbbed, jumping excitedly."

"There's no lube.."

"You never needed any. Please..."

Derek's fingers pulled on Stiles' zipper, pushing them down and taking his cock out to start rubbing it up and down. Stiles' lifted his hips up, pushing his pants down his legs and onto the kitchen floor before wrapping his legs around the wolf's waist again, moaning.

"Now, Derek." he whispers urgently and was rewarded with the thrust of Derek's hips, impaling himself only a few inches into him with some difficulty. He threw his head back, pushing down the rest of the way and Derek moved, carrying him over to the dinning table and laying him across it, still buried inside him and looked down at the boy. "Stiles..."

"Shh don't talk." Stiles whispers and pulled him down onto him, locking their lips together in a hungry kiss. Derek started to thrust into him, his groans mirroring Stiles' softer ones as he thrust into the human under him, pulling far out of him only to slam back into him with enough force that Stiles' legs around him weakened although his fingers which had found their way into his hair tightened as if he was holding on for dear life. He continued the motion till Stiles was whimpering under him, eyes glistening with tears again although this time from what Derek was doing to him, his hard cock stabbing Derek's abdomen.
"I'm gonna.." he started to say, ass muscles clenching around Derek and the wolf reached between them, tugging on his cock a few times and sending him over the edge.

Derek thrust into him a few times more, his lips trailing to the smaller boy's neck, sucking on the skin till it bruised, leaving several blotches and a small bite at the base as he finally shot his load deep inside Stiles, whispering "mine" repeatedly.
When they both came down from their highs, he heard Stiles whisper blandly to him. "You can leave now."

He pulled back to look down at the boy, a frown on his face. "Stiles..."

"That's what you came for, right? Well you got it. Feel free to leave anytime."

Derek pulled back, slipping out of Stiles as he felt as though the very air has been knocked out of him. He pulled on his clothes, angry and possibly more hurt than he had ever been in his life. Being told he was nothing but a Don Juan. He headed to the door, willing himself not to look back this time and he succeeded but only as far as the doorstep, stepping back in in an attempt to prove Stiles wrong although he had no idea how.

Stiles looked up from his place on the table. "What are you doing back again? Want more? Want me to get on my knees? Maybe roll over?"

"Shut up!" Derek bellowed and Stiles did, blinking at the unusually angry looking man.

"Sorry if i..."

"I thought i told you to shut up." Derek says and scooped him up into his arms.

"What are you-?"

"Making sure you're well cleaned. As well as the house because it's dark out and your dad might get home soon." Derek explained, carrying Stiles upstairs and into his bathroom. "Don't come out till you're clean."

The man walked downstairs, picking up Stiles' pants as the boy's shirt had remained on though the whole... thing. He hated himself the more he thought about it and found himself sighing every minute while he worked to put the kitchen back in order. When he walked back upstairs an hour and half later, it was to see Stiles, lying in his sleep clothes, on top of the sheets. He sighed, dropping the clothes into the hamper and moving to pull the sheets over him. "Derek?"

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"Not hungry."

"Okay. Go back to sleep then."

He did.

Stiles was vaguely aware of Derek holding him at some point that night but he mostly slept through it.