Beta: Thanks to xXdeejadoodleXx

Stiles swivelled side to side in the chair, a light squeak filling the silence that had suddenly grown between them. His fingers fiddling with the school assignments. He didn't know what he wanted Derek to say. He didn't expect him to suddenly proclaim his undying love, that would just be weird and neither of them were ready for that, if it was even an option. He guessed he just needed to know what he was up against.

"She used you to get to the pack!" he stated finally. As if Derek didn't already know that.

The werewolf was still, completely frozen in place, silent like a statue. Slowly he nodded, his gaze locked on the far wall.

"And you knew she was a hunter." His tone a little accusatory.

Derek scowled at him. "Of course I knew." he growled. "But I thought…." he shrugged and all the fight seeped out of him. "I don't know what I thought. I guess I talked myself into believing she wasn't like the rest. That she and I….had something special." he heard Stiles heart skip. "I was fooling myself. I know that now. - Hell, I probably knew it then. But I just didn't….I couldn't believe I could be like this. That I could want…" he trailed off, dragging his gaze away from the teenagers back. "Then the fire happened and I realised what she'd done. What I'd done and….It was all my fault. My family died because I trusted the wrong person." he sighed.

There was a heavy silence as the pair sat there, unable to look at one another, till Derek felt ready to continue.

"After that, I didn't trust anyone, only Laura. She was all I had. I never in a million years expected Peter to come back from the coma. Which left rebuilding the pack to us. - Then Laura…." he swallowed the lump in his throat. "And it was just me. And I thought I had to…that I owed it to them to fix it. So I couldn't allow myself to admit the truth."

Stiles turned the chair and frowned at him. "What?" his heart racing nervously.

Derek met the teens gaze. "That I liked you. - I couldn't let myself feel…anything for you. So….I ignored it. I pretended it wasn't there, even when it was all I could think about. - You were all I could think about."

Stiles stared at him with wide eyes. "You mean….? So all that throwing me around was what, some kind of mating ritual?"

Derek smirked. "Hardly. I think I thought that if I treated you like that, if I intimidated you, that you'd want out, that you'd keep away. It was self preservation. - Only I didn't count on you being a stubborn idiot."

"Hey, thanks." Stiles sighed. "Guess I'm a glutton for punishment. How else do you explain staying on the Lacrosse team all this time when all I do is sit on the bench?"

Derek smirked. "You won the championship." he reminded the teenager.

"Fluke. I'm back to sucking again." he smiled regretfully, dropping his head onto the back of his chair.

"Stiles you don't suck. You could never suck."

Stiles looked up through his dark lashes, meeting Derek's amazing hazel eyes, sending him a small secretly smile. "Oh I don't know." he trailed off.

Derek's heart leapt into his throat and he met the teenager's warm brown gaze. They just stared at each other for a long moment before Derek coughed and broke eye contact.

"Anyway. I tried to keep away from you, but you just kept showing up. Over and over and it was getting harder to deny what I was feeling when you were around." he sighed. "It almost killed me watching you with Danny."

Stiles frowned. "Danny? When, tonight?"

"No. The day you forced me into that ridiculous stripping stunt."

Stiles grinned proudly. "Oh, right." he chuckled then his smile vanished. "The day you almost broke my nose."

Derek flushed shamefully. "I was angry." he shrugged.

"Angry? Because I had you strip? - Prude. - You'd think with a body like you've got, you'd jump at the chance to show it of. - I know I would." he smirked.

Derek growled over at him. "You have no idea how I felt." he snapped.

Stiles looked at him closely, rolling his chair closer. "You were jealous? Of me and Danny?"

Derek's jaw grew tight and the small muscle in it pulsed. Stiles grinned from ear to ear, leaning closer over the back of the chair till his face took up most of Derek's point of view.

"You know, as weird and freaky as this is probably going to sound, that's the sexiest thing I've ever heard. - And that's something I'd never thought I'd be saying about another guy." he chuckled.

Derek watched him, their faces only inches apart. He took a deep breath. "Shut up, Stiles."

The teenager smirked proudly. "So, you were jealous of me and Danny. Guess it's lucky you didn't come to the dance then."

Derek scowled, growling low in his throat. Stiles held up both hands and leant back from the chair.

"Kidding. Just kidding. Nothing happened at the dance. - Well, except what happened to Lydia."

Derek's jaw tightened again as he heard the skip of Stiles heart at the mention of the blonde. Stiles obviously noticed before he leant forward again, seeking the werewolf's eyes.

"Derek." he murmured.

"I know how you feel about her." he said softly.

Stiles straightened, his head lulling forward guilty. "I can't help that Derek. I've loved her for as long as I can remember." he saw the wolf's Adam apple move swiftly and the jaw tighten. "But she doesn't love me." he added coolly.

"So you're what, settling for what you can get."

Stiles glared. "Bite me!" he snapped. Climbing off the chair, he slammed it into the desk before pacing angrily around the room. "I can't believe you! So what, you think my life isn't insane enough that I have to go and make it even more complicated by 'settling' for you. Huh. Seriously, if I was just settling for someone, I'd pick someone who…I don't know…wanted me."

Derek shot him a death glare, leaping to his feet. "I want you."

"Oh right, sure. When you're not freaking the hell out and throwing your weight around to scare me off."

Derek stood in front of the teenager, towering over him. "I explained that."

"Right you were scared. - And now your fine with everything." he scoffed.

"I wouldn't say fine. This is going to take some getting used to. - But yeah."

Stiles shook his head disbelievingly. "You know Scott thinks I'm into Danny. And you know, right now I wish I was. At least I'd know where I stood with him."

Derek's eyes flashed possessively. "Danny's with Tom." he reminded the teenager.

"Who'll be gone at some point?" Stiles countered.

Stiles told himself he really had to think before he taunted. Especially when the person he was provoking was a werewolf well know for lacking a sense of humour. This fact was proven when he found himself being forced back into the wall behind him. Derek standing so close that their bodies were pressed together and the man's breath fanned his cheek.

"What's this, another attempt to scare me off?" Stiles remarked, fully aware he was pushing Derek's buttons and hating how turned on he was by it. Something that hadn't happened before the alpha kissed him. His gaze drifted to the man's lips, the memory of that first kiss filling his mind. Stiles drew in a sharp breath through his slightly open mouth. Derek's large strong hands pushing down on his chest.

Derek watched Stiles smooth full lips quiver with the breath and his body grow hot. He took his own deep breath. His body pressing even closer till he could feel the whole of Stiles body against his own, including the hard bulge in his pants. He growled with arousal, rolling his hips against the teen.

Stiles head dropped back against the wall with a deep groan, his hips snapping forward in answer to Derek's. his breathing becoming more frantic by the second as hormone fuelled lust raced through his body. His fingers slipping into Derek's belt loops to pull him closer still. Derek went without complaint, his mouth falling to suck at the slope of cream skin that was Stile neck. Drawing yet another groan from the boy.

The werewolf marked his way up the boy's neck, gently nipping at his jaw - being sure not to break the skin, before pausing at his mouth, his lips hovering only a few inches away. He could hear Stiles' heart racing, could smell the lust rolling off him and felt the wolf inside him clawing for freedom. But bit his own lip to keep the creature at bay. "Never." he growled, the wolf seeping into his voice. "Never doubt that I want you." he said firmly before taking the boy's mouth in a brutal possessive kiss that stole Stiles breath.

Derek's hand's relaxed on the boy's front, releasing the bunched up fabric for a moment. But only a moment, as the wolf took possession just a little. The fingers of both hands tightening once more into the shirt. Stiles gasped into the man's mouth as he heard the sound of ripping fabric. Pulling back enough to glance down at his torn t-shirt.

"Dude." he whined. "That was one of my favourites."

Derek didn't reply. Taking Stiles mouth once more he ran his hands over the exposed skin, growling at the contact. He rolled his hips again, grinning at the sounds Stiles released. The boy pulled back once more and Derek moved back to the smoothness of his neck, sucking a dark bruise into the usually cream-like skin.

"Th-is…isn't…uh, uh…oh my…this isn't f-fa-ir." Stiles complained breathlessly.

Derek pulled away to frown at him, not voicing his confusion. Stiles fingers tugged at the hem of the man's shirt and the werewolf grinned. Reluctantly he dragged his hands away from Stiles, holding his arms above his head. Stiles understood the invite and swept the black shirt off as quickly as he could, before dropping it unceremoniously on the floor at their feet. He then dropped his hands to the firm solid muscle and Derek dropped his mouth back to the boy's kiss swollen lips, biting and sucking on the lower one lightly before plunging inside to seek out the delicious taste he hungered for.

The alpha's hands clawed, literally, down Stiles exposed body, leaving a small trail of red lines in his wake until he reached the boy's waist. He slid them over the defined hipbones to his rear, before gripping on to him tightly and heaving the boy off his feet. Instinct had Stiles leg wrapping around the man, his arms snaking his neck for fear of falling, despite knowing that Derek was strong enough to hold him.

The new position had Stiles snapping his hips frantically, his tongue lunging deeper into Derek's mouth. Desire in full control of his body and mind, and the wolf almost in full control of Derek.

They kissed and rutted for a few more minutes before Stiles broke away once more, panting for breath and arching his back. "De-rek…any cha-chance we could….move."

The lustful werewolf frowned at him.

"Y-you know….somewhere…m-more…com-comfortable."

Derek grinned wolfishly, his grip on Stiles waist tightening as he stood a steady step backward, turning them both towards the bed. He lowered them both down together with remarkable ease.

"Better?"

Stiles nodded, his hands lifting to stroke gently at the man's jaw. "This is seriously weird." he murmured, his eyes locked with the man above him.

"You want to…" Derek pulled away. "We can stop."

Stiles glared at him. "Like hell." he snapped, pulling the werewolf back down to kiss him. This time it was slow and relaxed.

Derek's fingers combed through the newly thick mass of hair, pausing as he came to the bandage at the back of the boy's head. Pulling back he frowned down at him questioningly.

Stiles smiled reassuringly. "It's nothing. Cover for my dad. He saw the blood and freaked out. Scott's mom told him I had a few stitches. She'd fab. - Only problem is now I have to wear this thing for a few days."

Derek released a sigh of relief, thankful that it wasn't anything serious. "How long you do you have to wear it?"

Stiles shrugged. "A few days I guess."

Derek's fingers returned to comb gently threw the boys thick hair. "I'm really sorry about what happened. I should have been there. I could have stopped it before it got out of hand."

"It's fine. - Where were you anyway?" he asked curiously.

Derek balanced his weight on his left elbow, staring down at the teenagers. "I was talking to Tom."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

"What's he say? - Or is it special pack only business."

"Actually it was personal."

Stiles frowned, shifting beneath the solid weight of the alpha. "Personal?"

Derek dropped his gaze to the hand that lay resting on the boy's hip, his thumb drawing small circled over the bone, before slowly stroking along the hard ridge. "Yeah. - I guess you could say he was knocking some sense into me." he smiled softly, his hand cupping the teenager through his slacks.

Stiles whimpered and arched off the bed, causing Derek to grin at him wickedly. He continued to massage the hard bulge, never taking his eyes off Stiles face as it became more flushed.

Then he stopped and the boy let out a groan of frustration until he felt Derek's fingers tugging urgently at the zipper and button; before slipping his hand beneath the waistband. Gasping at the feel of rough strong fingers taking hold of him tight. Stiles head rolled back against the bed when the hand began to move in confident strokes. He bite down on his lip, his hand rising to cling onto Derek's large muscled bicep, his hips moving to meet each motion of the man's hand.

Stiles closed his eyes and allowed the pleasure to wash over him. Then the hand was gone and his eyes flew open to stare at the werewolf questioningly.

"Hips." Derek said in a raw tone.

Stiles didn't need asking twice, he lifted them off the mattress, allowing Derek to drag his slacks and boxers off his body. Stiles hips dropped back against the mattress and waited for Derek's hand to return to his painfully hard erection, but it never came. Instead the teenager let out a surprised gasp at the touch of something warm and wet on the inside of his thigh. Swallowing his pounding heart he lifted himself up on his elbows and stared down his own body, to see Derek's mouth pressed to his inner thigh.

Derek lifted his eyes to meet Stiles' with a wolfish smirk as he began to drag his tongue slowly up the pale skin. His whole body singing at the taste. He couldn't quite believe he was actually here, with Stiles, the young man he'd been fantasising about for months. He knew he shouldn't be, but didn't care. This was everything he wanted.

Stiles dropped back against the bed with a deep moan as Derek's tongue reached the top of his leg, then there were teeth, nipping lightly at the muscle. Stiles hips shot off the bed, sucking in a sharp breath. "D-Derek." he moaned.

The werewolf didn't reply, but he allowed himself to lean back. His eyes fixed on the teenager as he lay there breathless and flushed. Stiles eyes shot open to stare up at the man, a slight tinge of worry or panic. Derek gave him a soft smile, his hands dropping to the fastenings of his jeans. He slid the thick material down his thighs; his underwear going with them, Stiles watching him. He needed to strip himself of the denims, his own erection pressing painfully against the zipper, sighing with relief when the pressure eased.

Stiles watched the show with a racing heart and a slight sheen of perspiration beginning to settle over his skin. His gaze scanned the man's body, from his broad shoulders, down the muscled chest and finally to theose strong thighs.

The bed dipped when Derek lowered himself onto the edge to take off his boots, growing frustrated at the left shoe which was refusing to untie. He gritted his teeth, growling deep in his throat.

Stiles watched him for a few moment, staring as the toned muscles move. A cold shiver rushed over his body, causing goose flesh to appear. Tired of waiting, he shifting onto his knees, needing the warmth of Derek's body he crawled over behind him. Pressing himself close and inhaling deeply as the heat chased away the cold. He heard Derek's quick intake of breath and smiled.

Leaning forward he stuck out his tongue, letting the tip trace the black swirls of his tattoo, his hands sweeping gentle over the muscles below it. He heard the bang of a boot hitting the floor and then the rustle of clothing. Stiles just followed his instinct, not really thinking about what he was doing, just knowing what he wanted. Which surprised him more and more by the second. Lifting his tongue from the black swirls, he trailed it up to the curve of Derek's neck, where he pressed his open mouth against the muscle and sucked. His whole body flush against the man's back, his hips rutting against it.

Derek's head rolled back, exposing more of his neck to the teenager's mouth, his hand rising to curl into the thick brown hair, tugging just a little. He let out a moan as Stiles hand slid around his side to stroke his abs, before slipping lower to wrap around the solid erection. Derek hissed as his strokes moved in a sloppy awkward rhythm, but the man didn't care, it just felt good to have Stiles touching him, wanting him. He allowed it to continue for a few minutes before taking the teenagers wrist, tugging it slightly.

Stiles frowned as Derek stopped his progress, unsure what he'd done wrong. He knew he wasn't exactly doing a great job, but then he'd never done it to another guy, but he hadn't thought it had been that awful. He lifted his head to meet Derek's gaze, feeling the man tugging insistently on his arm. His heart leap into his throat as he realised just what Derek wanted. Swallowing the lump, he shifted again, moving around Derek's side, the werewolf shuffling back further onto the bed, before Stiles swung his leg over to straddle his lap.

The pair locked gazes, their hearts pounding. Derek slid his arm around the teenagers back, pulling him tight against him, taking his lips as he did so, kissing him leisurely, his hand massaging his ass. Stiles took a deep breath, his hips snapping forward in search of the friction that would ease the growing pressure in his body. He knew his teenage body wouldn't hold out long.

Derek knew that too, so as he swept his tongue around the warm moist heat of the teenager's mouth, he slipped an hand between their bodies, taking hold of the both of them. Unlike Stiles, his strokes were more precise, firmer. He knew what he was doing.

Stiles reached for his hair, gripping it tight, holding on for dear life as Derek's firm strokes took him closer to release. His panted breath ghosting the man's sweat coated neck. His hips thrusting forward to meet every stroke. The room filling with the sound of skin meeting skin, and deep moans of pleasure. Stiles took a deep gulp of breath at the feel of sharp fangs.

Derek's mouth swept along the teenagers shoulder, sucking at the pale flesh. His body quickly grew hot as he rushed closer to the precipice, his wolf desperate to mark his claim on the boy, make it clear to everyone who he belonged too. He wanted to make the boy his utterly and completely. To be sure that Stiles would never, ever leave him.

Then Stiles whole body went stiff, shaking in his arms. "Deeerrreeekkk!" he yelled; his back arching as he came.

Derek stared at the teenagers flushed face, the pure pleasure, innocent and excitement, everything that made Stiles who he was, and he fought the wolf back. If Stiles was going to stay with him, be part of his pack, then he wanted it to be by choice not because he was bound to him though their alpha-beta link. And Stiles had no desire to be a werewolf, he'd already said no to Peter.

Derek rested his forehead on the teenagers shoulder as he followed the boy over the edge.

A/N: Once again thank you so much to my new Beta xXdeejadoodleXx, you've been a real help. And I want to thank you all for you're wonderful reviews.

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