PART THIRTY-SIX

Stiles leaned into the hot spray of water, he let it cascade across his tired muscles, caress the soreness residing between his shoulders, and wash away the fear he felt every day at the thought of losing Derek. He scrubbed the short buzz cut he called hair and closed his eyes. He was lost in the sensation of relaxation and didn't hear the bathroom door open, or the quit tiptoe of the wolf.

Long fingers wrapped around the shower curtain and ripped it open violently, startling Stiles and causing him to leap and turn swiftly. He wiped the water from his eyes and frowned at what he saw.

"DAMN IT ISSAC!" Stiles shouted at Issac, his classmate and one of Derek's pack. "GET OUT!" Stiles shoved at Issac, his hands slick with water and staining Issac's blue shirt as he shoved at the teenager in front of him. Issac as was laughing hysterically.

"I got you good, admit it!" Issac howled with laughter, literally. Stiles closed the shower curtain and stood there with his hands crossed, his muscular arms flexing and his chest tightening. Stiles was so busy huffing over Isssac that he did not notice the second body to enter the bathroom. When Issac's laughter went silent, Stiles was alarmed and the shower curtain was ripped back once more to reveal their alpha, Derek. Stiles clutched and covered himself in surprise once more and blushed. He wasn't used to an audience when it came to the private time between Stiles and Derek.

"Issac, get out." Derek said softly. He was gentle with the teenager, trying his best to reign in his wolf. Issac looked at Derek and whined a low, wolf whine to indicate he didn't want the separation. Derek rolled his eyes and laughed. "Suit yourself, but I have to warn you, the last time Stiles and I had sex was last night and I plan on violating him in more than just one way in a couple of seconds. I will give you a 10 second head start." With that, Derek began counting down from 10 as he stripped off his socks, shoes, shirt and pants. The sight of the alpha naked did nothing to make Issac want to leave, but it also did nothing to make Issac want to stay.

Stiles watched with a questionable look on his face at what was wrong with Issac that even the thought of his alpha getting laid would not make him leave the room. Stiles felt he familiar feelings arise that always did when Derek was around. He felt calm, and so aroused that he wanted to crawl out of his skin. He wondered if either wolf could smell it. Derek stepped into the shower with Stiles and brushed the skin of the younger wolf gently with his arm as he moved past Stiles.

Stiles coughed, trying to make himself feel less awkward as he watched Derek lather up and wash his body. His eyes followed Derek's hands as they moved across the taut and built muscles that made up the body of Derek Hale. He swallowed hard and watched as Derek's muscles tightened and lengthened with every movement.

Stiles hadn't realized he was still 'guarding' his dick until he felt himself start to harden and tried to get the thought out of his head…both of them.

Derek looked at Stiles with a wicked grin on his face as he leaned in to kiss and lick at Stiles neck, making Stiles squirm and slide under Derek's wet grasp. Stiles eyes fluttered at the motions and sensations like lightening bolts through his body. He tried to suppress them but it didn't work and small moan escaped his mouth. His eyes went wide as he felt Derek laughing into his neck.

"Hey Stiles," Issac's voice was floating through the shower curtain. He was still in the bathroom. " I totally heard that. I get you guys like to fuck and all but we still have other things to discuss." Issac said.

Derek immediately stopped the licking and biting at Stiles neck and stood up straight smirking.

"We do, Thank you for reminding me Issac." Derek's voice traveled through the bathroom as he laughed at the confused and angry look on Stiles's face.

"What no, It's fine, Issac can listen to us have sex. I don't care just keep doing that." Stiles begged Derek quietly, as he groaned at the loss of the relaxing feeling of Derek's mouth on his skin. "What business?!"

Derek was laughing as he moved away from Stiles.

"We still need to talk about what happened last night." Derek was now sporting his serious face and Stiles knew that he wouldn't win.

"You killed Kate and chased away Jackson…I mean the Kanima…Jackson? I don't know." Stiles replied. He shook his head in confusion.

"No, I meant the scratch and your…..talents." Derek said in a matter-of-fact tone. Stiles smirked, now it was his chance to distract Derek. Derek had turned his back to Stiles in order to wash himself…again, wolves were weird about hygiene. He snuck up behind Derek and slipped his hands down Derek's waist, to the front of his stomach, and glided his hands further down the soft skin to palm Derek's hardening cock. Derek groaned slightly.

"You know what my talents are." Stiles whispered.

"Not those talents, the other ones." Derek replied, pushing Stiles hands away and turning to face Stiles, as if he thought Stiles wouldn't notice his erection.

"Right…the sight thing…" Stiles was staring blankly at Derek's penis.

"Stiles!" Derek shouted at the teen, snapping him from the gaze.

"What?! Geez, its your fault anyway. You stabbed me with your claw things, and then that stupid fucking Kanima…Jackson, he stabbed me and did the memory thing too. Assholes, you brain raped me is what you did." Stiles replied, wiggling his fingers to indicate the weird violation of his mind psychologically.

"Was there anything different between what I did and what he did?" Derek asked stiles gently.

"Yeah, actually there was. He didn't shove his tongue in my mouth after he did it." Stiles laughed hard and tried to regain his senses. He hadn't realized how hard he had been hit by Kate until he tried to open his jaw and laugh. His jaw was sore, and he wasn't sure if there was a bruise, he hadn't looked in the mirror at all in the last day or two. "Apparently you aren't laughing. Right, um, well, his 'memories' weren't really memories." Stiles replied, shrugging.

"What does that mean?" Derek asked him, confused and looking for answers.

"Well you see 'memories' implies past tense indications of an event that is still residing with in someone's mind. His weren't the past per say. His were more recent than yours were. Yours are from when you were a child, his were from last week." Stiles replied. He pushed past Derek back into the stream of water and tried not to think too hard. It gave him a headache to explain his thoughts to other people. "Issac, close your mouth, You can't even see me through the curtain." Stiles replied again. He could feel Issac staring at him in disbelief of his intelligence.

"So you saw who his master is?" Derek asked Stiles, his tone pressing and gently nudging at Stiles to give more information. His body had tensed up and he was watching Stiles like prey.

"Yes. It is Gerard." Stiles sighed, all he felt was Derek's presence disappear from behind him and he was left with a knot of arousal in his stomach.

"Hey Stiles," Issac prodded through the silence. "I'm not into dudes, so I'm gonna go now."

"K." Stiles responded in shame and shook his head.