Title: Perpetual

Pairing: Sterek, Stiles/Derek

Warnings: M/M, mature situations

Sorry that it took so long, I've been out of town recently.

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Part 3

By the time Stiles made it to lacrosse practice the next day he was feeling monumentally better than he had in the beginning of the week. Most of his self pitying had passed almost over night and deep down he knew that he had Isaac to thank for that. Their time spent together the night before had given him this warm feeling that he couldn't place, but it was far from unwelcome. It was something that he wanted to feel over and over again.

"Stiles! You completely vanished yesterday! What happened?" Scott appeared next to him by their lockers and Stiles threw him a disarming smile. He finished pulling his practice jersey over his head and pulled his cleats on, lacing them up tightly. His friend went about getting dressed as well and soon enough they were walking out of the locker room doors towards the field.

He adjusted the bag on his shoulder as Scott nudged him for an answer, "I felt sick after lunch. Must have been the cupcake." The answer seemed good enough for his friend and he nearly rolled his eyes. Scott would accept any answer as long as it wasn't something to do with Derek. "Now go on front line man!" He pushed against Scott's shoulder causing the boy to give him an affronted look and Stiles just shrugged with a grin before sitting on the bench and waiting for the main practice to end.

The bench squeaked beside him and when he glanced up Isaac was sitting next to him. Without a word the boy simply smiled and scooted until their sides were barely touching. Stiles watched for a moment more as the boy went to watching the team practice as well, but didn't make to move away. It was a bit strange. He was all for human contact but he normally avoided it if it wasn't with his immediate base of friends; meaning Scott and Lydia.

It was different with Isaac. Albeit it was a bit weird; though the night before was a bit of a shock, it wasn't something that he would have said was uncomfortable. They had nearly cuddled on his couch until the late hours of the night and Stiles couldn't find it in himself to object to it. Even now with Isaac attached to his hip, he didn't feel the need to move away. He was, safe to say, okay with it.

As the practice wore on, Scott and Jackson feuding in the middle of the field as always Isaac's weight become heavier against him until they were literally leaning against each other. Then as the practice was about to end, he felt Isaac hunch over to nuzzle his face against Stiles neck and Stiles nuzzled his check into the boys hair with a soft smile.

The grin that he received from the boy was worth it as he stood and began to walk away. "Coming to dinner tonight? Six?" Isaac turned back and gave a soft nod before walking off behind the bleachers. Stiles shook his head at the odd but not unwelcome behavior. There was a shout of his name and then Scott was running up to him with that adorably stupid grin on his face.

"You're able to drive me home? Mom's working late again!" Stiles rolled his eyes in good humor and nodded at his friend before he was dragged back into the locker rooms to change. Once they were decked in their normal day wear, Stiles walked Scott out to his jeep. "Thanks for this man!" Throwing a grin at his friend, Stiles simply threw his gear into the bed of the jeep.

"No problem dude. Just like old times." At this Scott gave him one of those sentimental looks that only Scott could pull off and Stiles paused in his backing out to place a hand on the boys shoulder. "You want to stay for dinner tonight? I'm cooking up some kind of pasta." Scott's eyes brightened at the prospect of free food and nodded frantically causing Stiles to laugh out and begin pulling out of the space again.

There are a loud blaring of a horn and Stiles slammed the brakes just as a familiar Porshe' whipped around the back of his vehicle. Stiles flipped the bird out of his window yelling, "Jackson you ass!" Another honk from the fleeing car brought a smirk to Stiles lips as he finally made it out of his spot safely. He drove out of the parking lot, turning out towards his house.

Scott had begun chattering about his latest deal with Allison half way to the house and Stiles had gone into autopilot. He gave the occasional, "Really man?" and the classic, "I feel for you." when needed and by the time he pulled into his drive way he was so distracted that he didn't notice the boy standing on his front porch. As he stepped out of the vehicle, Scott called after him.

Blinking out of the daze he glanced to his friend curiously, "Is that Isaac?" Scott pointed towards the front door and when Stiles looked, sure enough there stood the younger boy waiting patiently with a small smile on his face. There was a strange gleam in his eyes, but Stiles pushed it aside as he grabbed his backpack and headed up the walk. He through the boy a grin as Scott followed after him in confusion.

"Hey man, you're early! Have nothing better to do?" Isaac simply shrugged, looking as if he was going to make for a hug before deciding against it when he caught sight of Scott. "Come on in, you can help pick what kind of pasta we have." Scott threw Stiles a look that he thought Isaac wouldn't see, but Stiles saw the amused glint in the boys eyes and he himself rolled his own.

He let Isaac into the house before him giving Scott the chance to whisper at him, "What's he doing here? Since when do you invite anyone to dinner?" Stiles shoved him into the door frame with a slight frown. Scott did remember that Isaac was also a werewolf right? With a sigh he shrugged as an answer and wandered into the kitchen to find Isaac already sitting in on of the island chairs.

"Alright! Do we want spaghetti, lasagna, or alfredo?" Both of his friends softly called for lasagna and he smiled. Scott would see that they weren't so different after all. As Stiles set about making the dish, he gave the two a loaf of bread and butter with a container of garlic salt, "For garlic bread." They worked together to fix the simple task, Isaac slicing the bread and Scott spreading them with butter and garlic.

When they were finished, he slid the pan of slices into the oven beside the dish of pasta that he had finished putting together just minutes before. "Can we watch another movie tonight?" The question came from Isaac and Stiles looked over his shoulder. Scott was giving the boy a strange look, almost like he was constipated or it could have been that he thought the boy was insane; one or the other.

"Sure, go ahead and pick one out. Do you have any homework?" Isaac froze under the archway leading to the living room, "Then we'll work on that and then watch the movie okay?" The boy relaxed with a quick smile and nod before disappearing into the next room. Once he was out of sight, Scott rose an eyebrow at him and Stiles just shook his head mouthing, "Later."

When Stiles finished pulling out the lasagna and bread, Isaac came back into the room and immediately began to pull clean plates and glasses from the dishwasher. He laid them on the island, before returning for three forks. Stiles pulled the ice from the freezer and sat out some lemonade. Once they were both seated Scott was watching them both strangely, clearly wanting to say something but not daring too.

"Is 'I Am Legend' okay?" Stiles rose his eyebrows and looked to Scott who now had a bright smile on his face. It was one of his favorite movies and Stiles knew that any suspicion that Scott had of Isaac just flew completely out of the window. Before Scott could get overly excited Stile handed him a slice of bread, which sufficiently distracted him for the moment.

He gave Isaac a slice as well and spooned out a heaping serving of lasagna each before serving himself some. "Sounds great, what homework do you have? And you Scott?" Both of them looked up at him with doe like eyes, mouths full of the food. Isaac easily swallowed and wiped at his mouth, while Scott choked down his bite coughing a bit at the heat.

For the next thirty minutes they discussed the school work to be done while they finished their meals. When they were done, Isaac once again got up and began to load the dishes into the dishwasher after Scott, knowing where everything went, finished putting the clean ones away. With curious eyes, Stiles just watched as the two hurried through the process as quickly as possible.

Isaac going so far as to even refill the ice tray with water before setting it back steadily in the freezer. He allowed Scott to wave him into the living room and Stiles gave a small smile as he flopped onto the couch and pulled his backpack into his lap. Scott sat on the floor beside the coffee table and Isaac made his way to the spot beside Stiles. Once he was comfortable meshed into the older boys side, he pulled out his own work and started scrawling away.

There was a short moment of Scott kind of gaping at the sight, before sighing softly and just going into his half completed essay. Thankful that his friend had at the very least a little tact, Stiles went with finishing his only piece of homework for the evening. He was one to complete the assignments throughout the class, so normally his time was spent helping Scott finish his.

He was nudged softly as Isaac spoke, "Can you help me with this? I saw you finish it in class and I'm not sure about these equations." The only class that they shared was their first hour and it was for Chemistry. He looked down at the problems, some multiple choice and others required written answers. With a nod he asked what the boy didn't understand and while Scott was in his own little world scribbling away the finishing touches on his essay for English, Stiles helped Isaac finish his last worksheet. "Thanks."

"Sure thing." Stiles said as he threw his backpack into the recliner from his place and Scott turned on the television. He turned on the movie just as Isaac sat his bag at his feet and leant into Stiles like the night before. This time Stiles adjusted himself so that his arm was thrown across the back of the couch with Isaac laying heavily into his shoulder.

Scott crawled onto the couch on the other side of Isaac and pressed play, his lips pulled in a tight line but then the movie started and their attention was pulled to the screen. Stiles didn't pay attention to the movie, finding it more interesting to watch his friends. Near the end of the movie Scott had given in to his inner struggle and had laid over against Isaac's other side.

The younger boy had just sighed and snuggled himself closer between the two, a barely there smile on his lips. A warm feeling spread through Stiles as he hmm'ed softly to himself, absentmindedly running his fingers through Scott's hair. At that moment the knob to the door jiggled and before swinging open, allowing John into the house. Stiles met his fathers eyes with a shocked glance. His father was never home this early.

John's eyes swept over the scene on the couch and stood there for a moment before nodding to his son. He walked passed them and into the kitchen to find whatever was left over from their dinner. Stiles sighed deeply as the movie finally went to the credits. There was nothing to say to his father, nothing that he should be feeling guilty for. Though there was still a slight feeling like getting caught with your hand in a cookie jar.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he nodded in resolve. He wasn't going to worry about it. He did nothing wrong and it was just him hanging out with his friends. If his father got anything else from what he say then that's his own problem. Scott stretched from where he had sat up even as Isaac had rolled a bit and was once more burying his face into Stiles' shoulder.

His arms wrapped around the boy, holding him to him as he nuzzled the top of his curly head with his cheek. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Isaac reaching back and squeezing Scott's hand. Scott smiled at the sentiment, rubbing the back of the boys had with his thumb before Isaac stood up as well. The two boys grabbed their bags and Stiles grabbed his keys. Isaac seemed confused and Stiles just smiled.

"I have to take Scott home. I'll drop you off too." Isaac nodded and the three walked out of the house, Stiles locking the door back behind him. The drive to Scott's house didn't take long and with a quick "Thanks again man! See you later Isaac!" Scott had leapt from the car. As Stiles pulled out of the drive, Isaac had crawled over into the passenger seat.

They sped towards the warehouse and for the first time in months, Stiles was sitting outside of the worn down building. At the darkness coming from the windows and damp exterior Stiles felt a sense of worry come over him. "This is where you've been staying?" Isaac simply nodded as he threw the car door open and just as he was about to step from the vehicle Stiles grabbed his wrist. "Why don't you crash in my guest bedroom tonight?"

There was that glint in Isaac's eyes again. The look that he had been giving Stiles since the night before and for the life of him, Stiles couldn't read it. Then Isaac was shifting back into the seat and closing the door again, giving Stiles another smile with a short nod. With a smile of his own, Stiles whipped the car back around heading back to his house, thoughts running at a hundred miles per hour. He watched the road carefully as he drove, trying to think of what the hell had come over him.