Disclaimer: I do not own the MTV show Teen Wolf. This is a fan-made story and nothing more. Please, for the love of god, don't sue me.

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"Dip the curly fries in the chocolate sauce." Stiles urged his cousin while his mouth of full.

"No." Élan exclaimed swallowing his fifteenth Jolly Rancher.

On Derek's dining room table was an assortment of snacks. There were cookies, candies, chocolates, ice cream, and curly fries for some reason.

Derek stared down at his table in complete confusion.

"How the hell did this happen?" Derek demanded himself sounding completely lost.

"I don't know." Scott said with a shrug while putting a Twizzler in his mouth. "One minute everyone was saying they had a sweet tooth, the next minute we had all this stuff."

Everyone in the pack was happily eating the sweets. Even Lydia, an avid healthy eater, was enjoying tiny spoonfuls of Haagen Dazs ice cream.

Scott's explanation wasn't a very good one, but Derek figured his was the best one he was going to get given how sugar hungry everyone seemed to be.

If Derek wasn't in so much denial he would admit to himself the real reason why all these treats were on his table. For the last two days Stiles had been staying at his house. He had no problem with this mind you, but it was a little strange how calm Stiles has been lately. He hasn't been his overly happy self or his depressed self when he's upset either, he kind of just been in the middle.

Derek wanted to tip that scale to the happy side, if only because he found a calm Stiles weirder than a happy Stiles.

Speaking of Stiles, he seemed to be the most sugar hungry out of everyone, aside from Élan surprisingly. The two of them practically inhaled anything that came into their sights.

"Élan! Dip the curly cries in the chocolate sauce." Stiles exclaimed once again. He was clearly hyped up on sugar.

"No, Stiles you're a crazy man!" Élan squeaked acting very uncharacteristically perky.

"Dip it damn you!"

"It will cause the end of the world." Élan said lowering his voice to a soft whisper. "You'll destroy us all."

Stiles snickered. "Destroy us all! Destroy us all! Destroy us all! Destroy us all! Destroy-"

"What have we done?" Boyd said with a shake of his head while popping some Skittles in his mouth.

"We unleashed hell upon this world." Erica said dramatically.

Isaac rolled his eyes. "They are not that bad."

Erica looked down and noticed that Élan was currently bouncing in Isaac's lap and it doesn't look like he was going to stop sometime in the near future.

The female werewolf narrowed her eyes and glared at Isaac.

"What?" Isaac turned to her with widened eyes. Once he realized what Élan was doing he blushed. "I'm not making him do this."

"Pervert." That was all Erica said before she turned away from him.

"Hey Derek, can werewolves get cavities?" Stiles asked eagerly.

"No Stiles." Derek retorted irritably.

Stiles pouted at his lover. "Why so glum chum?"

"Because that is the fifteenth time you've asked me that Stiles." Derek said glaring at his hyped up lover.

Stiles' eyebrows rose to the sky. "Did I? I don't remember that."

Derek scoffed and looked around the table and took note of all the trash on both it and the floor.

"We need some trash bags." Derek grumbled getting up from his seat and going into the kitchen.

Élan turned looked down at his lover. "Isaac, go with him."

"Where? To help get the trash bags?" Isaac asked in confusion.

The young mage looked around awkwardly. "He might need help with them."

Isaac shot him a weird look but did what he wanted. He took the young mage off his lap and walked into the kitchen with Derek.

Almost immediately, Élan slid over to talk with Stiles.

"Hey Stiles, don't tell Isaac, but my dad has been acting really weird lately." Élan said to his cousin. "I have no idea what's wrong with him."

"Uh dude, you do know that we're not only surrounded by people but Isaac has super hearing right?" Stiles said stating the obvious.

Apparently all that sugar had gone to Élan's head because he had indeed forgotten these two facts.

"See? This is why I don't like doing anything ever, I always end up making an ass of myself." Élan said with an annoyed sigh.

Stiles patted his cousin's head comfortingly.

Derek and Isaac just then came in the room. The curly haired werewolf was staring dead at his boyfriend and was giving him a very intense stare.

"Clean this up." Derek ordered Stiles throwing the trash bags at him.

"What?!" Stiles groaned. "Why do I have to do it by myself?"

"Because you made most of the mess." Derek grunted in a no nonsense tone of voice as he folded his arms.

"Well, we'll leave you to it Stilinski." Jackson said with a smirk as he stood up with the rest of the pack.

Stiles held his hands out in outrage. "Really? None of you are going to help me? What kind of friends are all of you?"

"Friends with lives." Danny answered being the first to walk out the door.

Scott gave Stiles a small wave before he left with everyone else.

Élan coughed awkwardly and tried to take a trash bag out of Stiles' hand.

"I'll help you Stiles." Élan said smiling a bit too sweetly. "We're family, we really should stick together."

"Nope." Isaac proclaimed taking Élan by the hand and walking the two of them outside. "You're not getting out of this conversation."

Élan mouthed 'help me' to his cousin before he was pulled out of the house.

Poor Élan, Stiles almost felt bad for him, almost being the key word.

Feeling Derek's stare on him, Stiles sighed and decided to get to work. Holding out his hand, Stiles created a bubble like shield. Moving it across the room he was able to pick up every single wrapper and item. Once everything was in the shield he dumped all of it into the trash bag.

"What?" Stiles shrugged innocently when Derek glared at him. "You didn't say I couldn't use magic."

"Your powers are going to make you lazy." Derek grunted sitting back down in the seat he had previously been in.

"I'm already lazy." Stiles said stretching his limbs. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

Derek raised an eyebrow at him.

The young mage returned the look with a smirk. "I know you well enough to be able to tell when you want to talk about something. Getting everyone out of the house under the guise of cleaning up was quite clever though."

Derek rolled his eyes as Stiles moved and sat in the chair next to his.

"You've been acting strange." Derek admitted.

"I know I've been acting too calm lately," Stiles said knowingly, "Scott already pointed that out to me. I just can't help it though. I don't really know how to deal with feeling disappointed, mostly because I'm not normally disappointed in people."

Derek looked away and stared out the window, he seemed lost in thought.

Sliding his chair closer to Derek's, Stiles nuzzled his cheek with the Alpha wolfs. Derek looked over at his lover with a curious look on his face.

"You don't have to do anything." Stiles reassured his lover. "This isn't a situation that can be fixed overnight, it just takes time."

"Are you going to talk to your father?" Derek asked trying to keep the growl out of his voice with very little success.

"Of course I am." Stiles insisted. "I'm not going to completely stop talking to him because of some stupid thing he decided to do. I wonder if I should talk to him first though."

"Why would you talk to him first?" Derek demanded. "He's the one that was wrong so he should be the one to approach you."

"I know but I just want to get this over with." Stiles said with a sigh. "Though it is fun to know how nervous he's getting just waiting to see what I have to say."

Derek brought his arm around Stiles' shoulder and looked down at him.

"Let him show you that he cares about you and let him say something first, it's only fair." Derek rationalized.

Stiles smiled up at Derek and pecked him on the lips. "You are such a softy. Sure, you're a little rough around the edges but you're always looking out for me."

Derek grunted again before crushing his lips to Stiles'. Almost instinctively, Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's neck while sucking on his bottom lip. Their tongues met for about a split second before they separated.

"I know you've been trying to cheer me up with the candy and this talk like the awesome guy you are," Stiles said bringing their foreheads together, "but I know how you can really make me happy."

Of course Derek knew immediately what Stiles was talking about, he could smell his arousal.

"Once we get started I'm not going to stop." Derek warned Stiles though he was currently scooping the young mage up in his arms and already moving up the stairs.

"You promise?" Stiles whispered with a raised eyebrow before he brought their lips together again.

Stiles parted his lips once he felt Derek push his tongue against him. He gripped Derek's shoulders tightly as he felt him explore the inside of his mouth.

Kicking the door open to his bedroom, Derek set Stiles on the bed and quickly removed his own shirt.

Smiling to himself, Stiles licked a path up Derek's body, circling every muscle he could reach with his tongue, before kissing him once again.

The young mage let out a small squeak when Derek literally ripped off his shirt but he didn't stop kissing his lover.

"Can we get right to the prepping?" Stiles asked with a small blush on his face. "I don't want to draw this out."

Derek smirked at him before throwing Stiles back on the bed and on his back.

Unbuttoning Stiles' jeans, Derek took them and his boxers off in one fell swoop.

"Relax." Derek said hearing Stiles' heartbeat increase as he took off his own jeans. "Everything will be fine."

"I'm happy you're taking my virginity." Stiles blurted out.

Derek didn't even need to verbally respond to those words, Stiles could see the amusement dancing his eyes.

"I just mean that I'm happy that it's you, somebody I really like." Stiles' mouth seemed to be running on its own. "When I say I really like you, I don't just mean your looks. Don't get me wrong, you're gorgeous, but you mean so much more to me. I really like spending time you, I like talking to you, I like-"

"Stiles." Derek said sharply stopping the young mages babbling.

"Sorry." Stiles said as he looked away awkwardly.

It's times like these that Derek wished he was better at communicating with others. He really wanted to return every compliment Stiles gave him but he knew that every word he said would come out either strange or wrong.

So, in order to compensate for his lack of verbal communication, he resorted to physical communication.

Grabbing the bottle of lube from beside the bed, Derek wasted no time coating his fingers in it and inserting them in Stiles' tight body.

Just like before, there was pain but Stiles had adjusted his body to it so it wasn't that bad this time around.

Derek just couldn't help stare at the blissful look on Stiles' face as his fingers brushed against his prostate over and over again.

"Are you ready?" Derek asked while still moving his fingers in and out of his lover.

Stiles whimpered and nodded enthusiastically wanting this more than anything in the entire world.

While taking out his fingers, Derek moved down and attached his lips to Stiles' once again. The kiss was just as warm as their bodies, burning with passion. Stiles buried his hands in Derek's hair as their tongues battled and they ravaged each other's mouths.

Stiles didn't realize just how amazingly multitalented Derek was until now. This kiss turned out to be a distraction as Derek pushed the head of his cock within him, which also happened to have a condom on it somehow.

"Fuck Derek!" Stiles screamed in utter pleasure.

"You want it rough or soft?" Derek questioned although he knew what Stiles' answer was going to be.

Stiles grabbed Derek by his biceps and wrapped his legs around his waist.

"Slow gentle lovemaking later, rough sweaty fucking now!" Stiles ordered with a grin.

Derek then started thrusting into him in what could be called a warning pace, he was letting Stiles adjust to having his erection inside him.

Soon all the lustful sounds Stiles was making became too much for Derek though and he started to pound into the mage under him at a steady pace.

Holding onto Derek like his life depended on it, Stiles threw his head back wanting more of what was being given to him.

"You've seen plenty of pornos." Derek stated as a fact while still thrusting inside of him. "Isn't this the part where you beg me for more?"

Stiles snorted through his moans. "Hell no, a Stilinski man never begs for anything. I may moan like a whore but I'm not begging for anything."

The Alpha wolf couldn't fight off his laughter at those words. Being with Stiles was like being on a wild unstoppable ride for him.

Derek started to thrust harder into the tight ring of muscle squeezing his cock. Stiles groaned while running his hands through Derek's hair as the werewolf kissed along his neck.

"Fuck me Derek! Give me all you got big boy." Stiles cheered nipping at Derek's ear.

Bringing his hand down, Derek began stroke Stiles' member in time with his now vicious thrusts.

With so much pleasure being given to him, Stiles actually lost his ability to speak (an amazing feat in itself). All he could do was make sighing like sounds as he was barely able to contain himself.

"Don't hold back." Derek whispered in Stiles' ear. "I want to you to come first."

Almost as if in accordance Derek's command, Stiles' seed spilled onto Derek's hand and his own chest all while he yelled his lover's name. His whole body was clenching in pure ecstasy.

The increase tightness of Stiles' body was all Derek needed to come with a loud growl of completion.

"You know I'd be crushed if your heavy ass fell on me right?" Stiles panted when it looked like Derek was about to rest his body on him.

"You're still mouthy after that." Derek snorted. He twisted his body so Stiles could rest on top of him.

"I wouldn't be Stiles Stilinski if I wasn't mouthy." Stiles replied far too tired to even grin.

"True." Derek conceded to that point.

Stiles nuzzled his head into Derek's chest just thinking about how his life has been going so far and everything he's been through.

How had his life become so wonderful yet so crazy at the same time? On the bright side he had a great boyfriend and just as awesome friends, on the dark side there were a whole lot of secrets that seem to be breaking apart his family.

"You're thinking too much." Derek grunted shaking Stiles' arm.

"I can't help it, I'm one of those crazy people that can't help but think from time to time." Stiles replied raising his eyebrows up.

Derek rolled his eyes and moved Stiles to his side so they could see each other.

Stiles clenched the covers and smiled over at him. "Hi."

Derek reached over and flicked him on the head.

"Ow! I love you too." Stiles pouted rubbing the spot where Derek hit him.

The two of them briefly stared at each other after those words were uttered. Ultimately, they decided to save this conversation for another time, a time when they were prepared to talk about it.

"Do you think everything will work out, with my family I mean?" Stiles questioned.

"Who knows?" Derek replied honestly with a shrug. "Only time will tell what's going to happen in the future."

"Deep yet truthful." Stiles replied with a nod. "That is so you."

Derek moved and wrapped his arms around Stiles yet again letting him find comfort in his arms, at least for the moment.

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Gen sat on his bed contemplating what he was going to do. His father had been kind enough to let him sleep in the guest bedroom of the house. He told John that he was fine staying at his hotel but his father practically ordered him to stay

"I know it's out there." Gen said to himself as he stared up at the ceiling. "It's going to come after me again, I just know it will."

As if responding to Gen's suspicions, the wind outside of his room blew ominously. It was like the calm before the storm.

A wicked smirk appeared on Gen's face as he quickly sat up from his bed. Walking over to his window he stared at the slowly setting sun.

Gen's whole body jumped as he felt his powers pulse within him. The mage closed his eyes and embraced his power.

The sun set was giving him strength, like it always does. However, he repressed the power and kept it hidden within himself. This was a technique he picked up a couple years back when he finally devised a plan to defeat his mysterious enemy.

"That's fine with me." Gen shook his head in anticipation. He just knew that it wouldn't be long until he unleashes the full extent of his power. "When that thing comes back for me again, I'll be ready. I'll make sure it never bothers me or my family again."

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In this chapter Stiles and Derek finally had sex. However, we also set up some things for chapter thirty-seven as well.

DeanC: I'm sorry that you didn't like chapter thirty-five but I don't understand what you meant when you said that I made Stiles accepting. While Stiles did hug Deaton and say he was like a second father to him in the last chapter, he never said he forgave him. Sure, they did have a moment together, but it was only to show that they cared about each other and were willing to make everything better between them. Were you referring to Gen when you mentioned that I made Stiles accepting? Despite Gen's passionate words, Stiles' opinion of his brother didn't change at all. In the last chapter, Stiles was trying to do the mature thing and not let this whole situation with his brother make him an angry person. Stiles is not at the forgiveness stage yet, not by a long shot.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and I will see you all next time