Just to make things clear, because I've had a few people PMing me about this stuff: Yes, this is my first ever fanfic, and yes, there will be femslash and probabaly some more straight sex. It's in the warnings in the first chapter! Not my fault if you didn't pay attention! I never once EVER claimed this was strictly male/male Sterek! I was only able to pick two characters! I would have chosen them all if I had been able, since this is about all of them! But since Derek and Stiles' relationship is the most prevalent, they are the characters I chose.

I let the characters do the writing for me. They tell me what they want to do, and sometimes do things I totally do not expect. Sometimes they will do something I don't even understand, but they explain to me later on when they think I need to know. I AM NOT CRAZY! lol

Hope you guys like anyway!

SONG: Make Me Bad [Sickness in Salvation mix] - Korn

Their lips moved against each other hungrily. The kiss was different than any they'd had before, Stiles could feel it, but he couldn't put his finger on exactly why. Derek licked along Stiles' lips, into his mouth, seeming almost desperate as their tongues met. Then he calmed somewhat, and he began to explore Stiles' mouth, as he had never done before. His tongue ran over sharp-edged white teeth, canines that were maybe a bit pointier than they should have been. He stroked along the ridged flesh at the roof of Stiles' mouth, dipped into the soft wet veins under his tongue, stroked along slick cheeks. Stiles slid their tongues together every now and then, but mostly he just kept his own tongue out of the way, leaving Derek to his exploration as his lips moved against his Alpha's.

It was such a strange kiss, but Stiles didn't mind. He liked how Derek was so curious, how he wanted to taste and touch and explore. His hand was still fisted in Stiles' shirt, and Stiles was still on his knees, hands curling agsint Derek's shoulders and holding him close. Stiles thought it was time for him to start losing some of his clothes, and he smiled at the thought as he pulled away from Derek, loving the little noise of protest he made as his tongue slipped out of Stiles' mouth.

He used Derek's grip on his shirt as an anchor, moving his hands down to the bed and crawling backwards, ducking his head and lifting his arms so the material slid easily over his head. The fabric slipped off of him, and he looked up, laughing at the expression of surprise on Derek's face. Then Derek was tossing the shirt aside and grabbing for him again, pulling him close, nuzzling against his neck and scenting him, and Stiles sighed. It wasn't often that Derek was the one to grab him first. He liked it alot. He hoped it was the beginning of a trend.

He pushed against Derek's shoulders, trying to push him back against the bed so he could climb on top, but Derek resisted with a growl, wrapping his arms around Stiles waist and swiftly moving so that Stiles' back was to the bed with him on top. Stiles laughed, delighted, and pulled Derek's head down to connect their lips again.

Derek nudged his thighs apart and settled between them, grinding their hips together. Stiles clutched at his hard back and groaned into his mouth at the delicious friction, thrusting back against him. He could have sworn he heard Derek mumble something against his lips, but he couldn't quite make out what he said. Derek's mouth felt perfectly amazing on his, and he never wanted it to end, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he pulled back, breathing hard.

"What?" he breathed. "Did you say something?" Derek just looked at him for a moment, eyes tinged slightly red. Their breaths mingled, both of their chests heaving. Derek's eyes searched his face, lingered on his mouth, then shot back to his eyes. He looked a little troubled. Stiles frowned faintly, opening his mouth, about to ask him what was wrong, but Derek spoke before he could.

"What do you want from me, Stiles?" his voice was low and hoarse, growling, and a little desperate sounding.

Stiles knew what he was asking, but he knew if he told him the whole truth it would just scare him away. He couldn't tell him what he wanted right now, couldn't tell him how he felt. He wasn't even totally sure how he felt himself, just that he cared about Derek alot, as more than just a friend or an Alpha. He had been wondering the past couple of days if what Lydia had said was the truth... But he couldn't tell Derek that. So he settled for telling him a different truth, hoping to distract him. He pretended to misinterpret him. Again.

"I want to suck your cock," he said, voice tremulously pleading. Derek went still, eyes widening slightly, staring down at him. Stiles could see the red expand and start to glow, could smell the scent of his arousal double, triple. Could hear his heart skip and jump, his breath quicken. But he didn't speak. Stiles writhed underneath him and gripped his hips, trying to get him to move, to flip over, SOMETHING so he could get what he wanted. He licked his lips suggestively, and a low whine rose in Derek's throat, but he wouldn't didn't move.

"Please, Alpha...please let me suck your cock, please... please..." Stiles whimpered, biting his lip.

A fierce shudder went through Derek, and he buried his face in Stiles' neck, making a raw needy sound as teeth closed over the flesh where neck met shoulder. He bit down, hard, as if marking him. Stiles gasped and whimpered, grinding upward, pressing their hips together and seeking friction. Then Derek was rolling them, moving them so Stiles was on top again.

Stiles looked down at his Alpha, riding his thighs, their cocks so close, but not quite touching. He should have tried the begging thing a long time ago. He would remember how well it worked, and he filed it away in his arsenal of weapons against Derek's self control. He smirked mischeviously.

"Was that a yes?" he teased, shoving his hands under Derek's shirt and yanking it up over his head and off. Derek growled as Stiles' hands smoothed over his chest, touching as much of the hot skin as he could get at, flicking a nail teasingly againt a nipple.

"Yes!" he snarled as Stiles dipped his head to taste the skin he was touching, as lips and teeth moved down "Fuck yes..." nipping and licking little marks into his skin, tongue circling araund a nipple before teeth bit into it, "God...yes..." and he sunk back against the pillows...

Stiles had never had a cock in his mouth before, had never done anything but kiss Derek, had never been with another man at all. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, just that he wanted to give Derek as much pleasure as he could. He briefly wondered if this was what Jackson had felt like, the urge to please and submit singing through every line of his body, making him tremble with the need of it. But he knew it was more than that with he and Derek. He wanted to show his Alpha how much he cared about him, wanted to declare his feelings, but he knew he couldn't do that, because Derek would just run away. Ever since he had arrived, he had this look, like he was right on the verge of fleeing. So Stiles knew he couldn't handle that discussion right now...

He didn't really know what he was doing, and nervousness fluttered in his stomach as he nipped at a sharp hip bone, licked along the sensitive skin above a waistband. His hands came up slowly, unbuckling the belt. Derek growled because he was taking too long, so he tried to go faster, fingers fumbling open the button and zipper and yanking the jeans down to his knees quickly.

Derek's cock sprang free, and somehow Stiles wasn't surprised that he wasnt wearing underwear. It seemed like such an arrogant Alpha-male thing to do. The musky scent was heady and intoxicating, and without stopping to think, he leaned forward and engulfed the head of Derek's cock in his mouth. Derek panted and fisted his hands in the bed covers. Stiles took that as a good sign, an encouragement to keep going.

He wasn't sure what to do, but he figured he'd just do what he thought he might like, if anyone had ever bothered to ask him. The few girls that had tried doing this for him had been tentative and inexperienced. They pretty much just wrapped their hand around the shaft and sucked on the head. Not much variety or movement. It still felt good, but it just wasn't enough. And then they blamed him when he couldn't come from that, as if it were his fault, as if they had even bothered to ask him what he liked, or try anything different.

Derek didn't seem to care what he did, he just wanted more. Stiles could tell by the way his hips jerked and his breath came in gasping pants. Stiles was more than willing to oblige. The taste of him exploded on his tongue, and he lapped up a drop of precome, relishing the flavor. Which was a shock to him, because, really, he had never expected to like sucking dick this much, or he probably would have started a long time ago.

He licked along the thick vein on the underside, circling around the head when he got to the top, lapping at the sensitive tip and delighting in the growling groan that Derek let out. Stiles was immensely enjoying the sense of power that this was giving him. It didn't make any sense. He should be feeling submissive, kneeling on the bed with the Alpha's cock in his mouth, baring the back of his neck, right? But he felt powerful. He was giving Derek pleasure. He was making those noises happen, those muscles tighten, those breaths gasp out. That was all him, and he could give more or take it away. That sense of power was amazing, and he loved being the one to make Derek feel good.

He slipped Derek's cock further into his mouth, wanting to expirament, to see how far he could it get it down his throat. He pushed hard on Derek's hips, knowing he wasn't quite strong enough to hold him in place, but hoping Derek would get the message and stay still until Stiles was ready.

The sudden vision came to him of Jackson, kneeling before him, mouth and throat stuffed so full of his cock that his lips were pressed against the skin of his pelvis. He was filled with a steely determination. If Jackson could do it, he could do it. His tongue danced along hard flesh as Derek sunk deeper into his mouth. Stiles relaxed his throat, then pushed it in, faster than he had been planning on going, swallowing it down. He was surprised how easy it was. It made his eyes water, and his throat constrict a little, yeah, but it didn't make him choke like he thought it might.

Derek let out a long, strangled groan, the loudest, most wrecked noise he had made yet, and the sound of it went right to Stiles' twitching dick. He moaned around the thick cock in his throat, and Derek whimpered, hips bucking a little at the vibration along his skin. Stiles let his hand travel down so he could rub himself through his pants as he deepthroated his Alpha, hoping to get a little relief. It only made it worse, and he was aching to come, surprised at how much this was turning him on.

Derek was whimpering and whining consistantly now, hips twitching under Stiles' hands as his throat worked up and down, his tongue dancing across hot hard flesh. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard as he slid out to the tip, then thrust back down, sliding his tongue hard along the underside as he went. Derek's hips jerked up again as he let out a gasping groan, lodging his cock even further in Stiles' throat, if that were possible. Stiles heard a tearing noise, and his eyes shot to Derek's hands, where they were fisted in the comforter of Stiles' bed. His nails were claws, dug deep into the blanket and starting to shred it. He didn't know how he would explain that to his dad. But it would defintely be worth trying.

"Fuck... m' so close... S-stiles... p-ple..." he broke off into a series of whimpering growls as Stiles started to suck harder, bobbing his head faster, tongue dipping into the slit and greedily sucking down any liquid that welled up. He could have sworn his Alpha had been about to say "please", if that were even possible. God, he would give anything to hear that. He was positive that word coming out of Derek's lips would make him come in his pants right there, without anyone touching him at all. He ground the heel of his palm hard against his dick at the thought, devious plans already forming in his mind for another time. He would eventually get Derek to beg, no matter what it took...

He brought both hands up now, digging his nails into the skin of his Alpha's abdomen and pulling down towards his thighs, over his pelvic bones, leaving thick red gouges. He didn't know what had possessed him to do it, but it seemed to be just the thing to send Derek over the edge, groaning out Stiles' name and ripping his blanket to shreds. He poured his hot load into Stiles' mouth, and the Beta groaned at the taste of it, swallowing it down and lapping at the head of his Alpha's dick to make sure he got it all.

He continued licking until Derek softened, then he moved his licks up, lapping up the faint beads of blood from the stratches he had made. He knew from experience the marks would take a little while to fade, and he bit his lips as he looked at them. He thought Derek might be mad about them, but his dick throbbed deliciously at the sight of them anyway.

Then Derek's hand was wrapping around his bicep and yanking him forward, pulling him off balance and splaying him across a smooth hard chest that was still heaving a little. Stiles was hard as steel, and pressed insistently against Derek's lower belly. He shoved his tongue into Stiles' mouth once more, licking it clean while Stiles whimpered at the sensation, then he nipped a swollen bottom lip before his head fell back against the teenager's pillow with a sigh that was nearly a groan. He looked relaxed and almost-happy. More content than Stiles had ever seen him, anyway. Stiles smiled. Who would've thought? All his Alpha needed was a good orgasm. Derek let out a little growl as he regarded Stiles with heavy-lidded eyes that were slowly fading back to their normal grey-green.

"What are you smiling at?" he grumbled, not nearly as grumpy as he probably meant to sound. Stiles' smile widened slightly.

"Nothing." He nuzzled into Derek's neck, kissing and licking. "You ruined my comforter," he mumbled against hot skin before he nipped lightly at it. Derek gasped.

"I'll buy you a new one," he growled. His muscles tensed, and that really should have warned Stiles. A second later he was underneath Derek, their chests pressed together, and Derek was mouthing at the bite he had left on Stiles' neck, licking it and nibbling at it. Stiles shuddered, hooking his legs around the backs of Derek's knees so he could pull their hips together and get the friction he was craving. Derek's jeans were still down around his knees, and he took a moment to dislodge his legs from Stiles' and push off his shoes, kicking his jeans free before pressing them back against each other. The only clothing between them any more was Stiles' pants and underwear. At that moment, he loathed the invention of pants more than anything else in the world.

Derek snickered, and he realized he had just said the bit about hating pants out loud. His face flushed faintly, and Derek's hands were immediately undoing his fly, nullifying his dislike of the particular article of clothing. His breath hiched as hard knuckles brushed againt the hot sensitive skin of his lower belly. Ohgawdwhatsgonnahappennext?

Derek was giving him that smirk again, the arrogant full-of-himself self-satisfied one, as his big hot hands dipped unerneath the jeans, smoothing over his pelvis and downward, fingers scratching through coarse hair. Stiles' heartbeat skipped and his eyes almost rolled back in his head. He was whimpering before Derek had even touched him.

Then Derek froze. Stiles' heartbeat sped up and he lifted his head to ask Derek what was wrong. His Alpha's head was cocked to the side, eyes slightly unfocused and staring at nothing. He knew that look, and he hated it. A fierce snarl ripped from his chest, surprising Derek, as the sound of his father's police cruiser pulled into the driveway.

"Goddamn it! Motherfucking shit!" he cursed, slamming his fists down on the bed. It never failed. Just when they were about to take things to the next level, something happened, or someone interrupted them. It was driving Stiles apeshit. He was really starting to get pissed off.

He whimpered in loss as Derek's hands slipped out of his pants and closed his fly. He cursed again, glancing at the digital alarm clock on his nightstand. What the fuck? Why the hell was his dad home so early? He usually didn't get off work until after midnight. It was only half past nine. He scowled fiercely, even though his curiosity was stabbing him in the gut and urging him to unravel the mystery.

When he lifted his head, Derek's jeans were already on, and he was searching for his shirt. Stiles spotted it against the wall at the side of the bed and snagged it quickly while Derek's back was turned, shoving it under his pillow with a slight smirk. When Derek turned around, he tried to school his expression into a blanker face, but he knew it hadn't worked when he saw the suspicious narrowing of Derek's eyes.

"What?" he asked innocently, stretching out on his bed langourously, legs spread and eyes half-closed. He very much enjoyed the way Derek's eyes darkened as he looked him over. He really hated his dad right now, for coming home early for the first time in months, even as he worried that something might be wrong.

"Where is my shirt, Stiles," Derek asked, sliding his fingers over the marks on his abdomen and hips. He was glaring, but he sure didn't sound angry in the least. His voice was deep and purring and laced with sex, and the delicious sound of it, paired with the way his fingers were tracing almost loveingly over the marks on his skin, made Stiles tremble and want.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he murmured, not sounding very convincing- especially when his heartbeat hitched with his lie- his breath coming in short gasps as Derek drew closer to him.

Then he heard the pounding on the stairs, and wondered when his dad had come inside. He hadn't even heard the door open and close. Before he even had a chance to collect himself, Derek was tossing his shirt onto his chest and rushing over to stand behind the door, in case his dad opened it. Stiles would've told him he had nothing to worry about. His dad hadn't come into his room without knocking and being told to come in since he was twelve and his father had caught him doing what twelve-year-old boys did.

There was a light knocking on his door, and he slipped the shirt over his head quickly as he stood up. He tried to straighten it out, but it was all rumpled and looked like he had been sleeping in it all day. He sighed as he glanced in the mirror. At least the folded collar covered the huge bite mark on the junction of his neck. If it had been a round-collar shirt it wouldn't have.

His dad knocked once more, calling out "Stiles?" as he approached the door. He pulled it open, grinning when he saw his dad raising his hand to knock again.

"Yeah, dad? What are you doing home so early? Did something happen? There something you wanna talk to me about? What's up?" His dad's small smile was amused, and he looked Stiles up and down, like he knew exactly what he had been up to a few minutes ago. Stiles fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Do you have company, son? I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Stiles almost rolled his eyes and screamed that hell yes he was interruting something! PERFECT TIMING DAD! But he just shook his head instead.

"Not anymore, nope. You scared her off, dad, good job. I'm surprised you didn't see her fleeing out the back door when you came inside. She was terrified! I told her you wouldn't be home until after midnight. For some reason you freak her out," he finished with a shrug, mentally congratulating himself for the amazing lie, explaining his ruffled and flustered appearance and swollen lips and odd behavior. He risked a brief glance at Derek, who actually seemed to be fighting back laughter. Huh. That was odd.

He felt bad lying to his dad, every time he did it, because his dad was so easy to lie to. Like he trusted his son completely and couldn't believe he would be up to no good, even though they both knew that was bullshit. It made him feel guilty as hell, but really, what was he supposed to say? I just gave Derek Hale a blow job- yes, ex-accused-murderer Derek Hale- and he was about to return the favor when you came home. We heard you with our werewolf superhearing- oh, yeah, I'm a werewolf, by the way- and he's hiding behind the door. I'm hoping you'll leave soon so we can finish what we started. Yeah, that would go over well.

"Well, shit, I'm sorry son. I didn't mean to be such a cockblock," he sounded really contrite, and the look on his face... Stiles burst out laughing, leaning his head aganst the doorframe and gasping for breath. When he got ahold of himself, he looked at his dad, who just looked confused.

"Seriously, dad? Don't ever say 'cockblock' again, please? You're waaaay too old to use that phrase. You sound ridiculous..." he laughed again.

"Well, thanks alot, kid. Make me feel like a old man..." He shook his head with a glare, making Stiles laugh again.

"Soooo... was there something you needed dad? Or did you just come home to give me a good laugh and scare off my friend, hm?" Stiles said when he stopped laughing again. The Sherriff rubbed nervously at the back of his neck, a familiar gesture that Stiles had inherited.

"Umm, well, I'm gonna be leaving in the morning, to Sacramento. Some sort of conference, I won't bore you with the details. Shouldn't be gone more than three days..." Stiles was frowning. His dad's heartbeat was erratic, like he was lying... He was leaving in the moring and he was just telling his son now? "Sorry I didnt tell you sooner. I haven't really seen much of you lately, ya know..." They had just had dinner together the night before, sort of... Something weird was going on... He just nodded.

"Okay dad. It's fine... remember to take your medicine and don't eat fried foods or too much red meat or drink too much." The usual rundown. The Sherriff rolled his eyes and patted Stiles on the shoulder.

"Yeah, son, will-do. I'm sure I'll be fine for three days, huh?" Stiles shrugged and the Sherriff scoffed, shaking his head. "Well, I got the night off, anyway. I was gonna hit the sack early, get some sleep before I gotta wake up early... I probably won't see you before I leave tomorrow- flight's at six am- so I just wanted to say bye now..." Stiles nodded, and they shared a brief, slightly awkward hug.

"Have fun, dad," Stiles said as they parted. He saw the odd look that crossed his father's face, but didn't comment. The Sherriff just nodded.

"I left some money for food and gas in the cookie jar. No more than one person over at a time... unless they're girls... then you can have as many over as you want..." Stiles laughed again. A big muscly sexy werewolf guy was standing behind his door shirtless, the taste of his cum still in Stiles' mouth, and his dad was basically encouraging him to have an orgy with a bunch of girls. Irony much? "I'll keep that in mind, dad, and let you know if anything works out..." he rolled his eyes, and his dad laughed.

"Okay, you do that. G'night kid. Stay outta trouble while I'm gone, 'kay?" Stiles smirked.

"I'll do my best." His dad smirked, too.

"That's all I'm asking."

He watched his dad start off down the hall before he closed his door, leaning his forehead against it with a sigh.

"He was lying," Derek said quietly, moving a little closer to him. Stiles turned his head to look at him, forehead still pressed to the door.

"I know." Stiles breathed, eyes closing.

"Why?" Derek's voice is gentle, curious, like he thinks Stiles will actually know the answer.

"I don't know." Derek moved around behind him, pressing hot wet lips to the back of his neck, nipping lightly before pulling away. Stiles slumped in disappointment and Derek snickered.

"I need to go home..." Derek muttered, barely audible. Stiles whipped around to stare at him, an indignant look on his face.

"Why?" he whined, grimacing when he sounded like a petulant child. Derek looked at him for a long time, face blank. Stiles hated it when he did that. Why did he have to stare? Stiles raised his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. Derek turned around, still hunting for his shirt, and Stiles smirked again, while his back was turned.

"The rest of the pack will be back in the morning," Derek finally said, seeming to get frustrated at not being able to find his clothing. Stiles wondered why he couldn't sniff it out, then figured it was probbaly because his bed and pillow smelled so much like Derek that he couldn't pick out the scent of the shirt underneath the pillow. He turned to glare at Stiles accusingly. "Seriously, Stiles, where is my shirt?" he barked, and Stiles tried not to smile, he really tried. He glanced around, then shrugged.

"I don't see it anywhere, Der." It wasn't a lie. Derek sighed in defeat. "Do you, like, need a ride home, or something? 'Cause I could totally do that for you..." Stiles didn't know why Derek kept leaving his car at home in favor of walking, but he figured he might want a ride if he was going to be shirtless. Stiles was definitely not giving him his shirt back any time soon. His gaze slid over Derek's hard chest and abdomen, admiring the breadth of his shoulders, the clench and roll of muscle...

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Derek muttered, turning to slip his shoes back on before swinging through the open window. Stiles heard the thump of his shoes on the dew-moist grass below. He slipped off the rumpled clothing he was wearing, changing into something more casual. Jeans and a collared shirt that he buttoned up so his dad wouldn't see the mark if they met up in the hall on his way out. He took his Ipod off the dock and slid it into his pocket. He slipped his shoes back on, too, retrieved his keys from the pocket of his other pants, and then he was out the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see his dad in the hallway, and as soon as he was out the front door he loosened the top buttons of his shirt so it fell open at the neck, clearly displaying the bite mark he felt oddly proud of.

Derek was already in the jeep, sitting in the passenger's seat and looking bored. He perked up almost imperceptibly when Stiles climbed in the car. Most people wouldn't even have noticed the change. But then, most people weren't Stiles. He grinned at his shirtless Alpha, almost disappointed when he didn't get a grin back. Really, what was he expecting? A complete change in personality? Derek to start calling him his boyfriend now? Whispering poetic words of love and buying him gifts and treating him with love and care? That would be completely out of character. One blow job wasn't going to change the guy's entire demeanor... no matter how good Stiles felt like he did at it. Hey, at least he didn't scowl at him, or slam his face into the steering wheel. That had sucked.

"Will you stop staring at me and start the car already?" Derek snapped. Stiles rolled his eyes. Damn hypocrite.

"Hey, you are the one who's always staring at me, time to get a taste of your own-" Derek cut him off, cuffing him around the head. It might have been gentler than it used to be, but still. He glared.

"Okay, okay! Starting the car!" He stuck the key in the ignition, smirking when he saw Derek glare at his 'Save the Wolves!' keychain.

Maybe Derek wasn't going to spend the night at Stiles' house, but that didn't mean Stiles couldn't spend the night with Derek...

Sorry it took me a couple days to get this out. I rewrote the BJ scene three times. I was originally going to make them just have sex... but I figured it was too soon... they told me they weren't ready yet :P *muahaha* lol

Please review and let me know what you think! I thrive on reviews! I don't mind criticism!