Two weeks passed by with little event. Stiles and Derek didn't talk only with the occasional catch up message to check that both were still alive. Josephs body was hidden by Derek later on that day, and he was now listed as a missing person. His father heard the whole story directly from Stiles that night.

Stiles from that night on kept dreaming of Derek in ways that he had never seen him before. Dreaming of a kind and gentle Derek, a very feisty and sexy Derek, and most of all a Derek that would just hold him. No words spoken between the two, just Derek's arms surrounding Stiles, giving him the greatest sense of safety and comfort that he had ever felt.

Stiles would wake from these dreams feeling more and more confused. Firstly, why was he suddenly dreaming of Derek? And secondly, why did he not hate it as much as he should?

Stiles knew that he was attracted to men when middle school started, he applied for the lacrosse team with Scott, and instead of being distracted by the sport, he got distracted by the high school lacrosse team and the bicep muscles that constantly flexed from their well-toned arms.

As per usual if Stiles didn't understand something, he manically researched it until he had a basic knowledge of the subject. After staying up all night on the computer, he concluded that he was attracted to men. It didn't take long for Stiles to come to terms with it, for really it made a lot of sense. Sure, Lydia was still the hottest thing he had ever seen walk on this planet, but those guys had nearly come to par with Lydia.

Now, dreaming these dreams about Derek gave him the feelings he felt when he first realised his attraction to men. He sighed. No one could deny that Derek was a man that had been gifted in the looks department, but Stiles had never seen Derek in that way but in a grumpy and always aggressive wolf. He knew that Derek cared about the people close to him, and that he would sacrifice himself to save those close to him if he had to, but even knowing this hadn't really affected the way Stiles saw Derek.

Why now was he suddenly incredibly attracted to the dude, and how does he turn it off?

Stiles continued the self-loathing with his sudden realisation, when a loud bang came from the front door. Stiles jumped from his bed and panicked. What if it was something coming to get payback for Joseph, or just a random ass murderer? The loud bang continued, and Stiles rushed to the door, grabbing the baseball bat that sat behind his door, before he went.

He slowly opened the door, baseball bat at the ready, but the door flung open and Derek stumbled in. "Derek?" Stiles gasped, dropping the baseball bat and instantly supporting the weight of a very heavy Derek.

"Jeez dude you gotta lose some pounds." Stiles grunted as he dragged Derek to his couch. He carefully dropped him on the couch and got a proper look at Derek. His shirt was ripped open, with cuts almost deep enough to see bone, pouring out blood. Stiles could see them healing, but they were so deep that it was a lot slower than it usually would be.

"Fuck what happened?"

Derek just grunted and let his head flop back onto the cushion of the couch.

"I should probably get you cleaned up." Stiles rushed out of the living room and grabbed a facewash, he dampened it at the kitchen sink and came back to Derek who had moved to a lying down position on the couch.

"Im just gonna…" Stiles didn't know how to continue, so he lifted up Dereks shirt and hissed. Even though he wasn't the one injured, he didn't know how to imagine the amount of pain that Derek would be in right now. The cuts ran horizontally and diagonally across his whole chest and stomach. The cuts even though deep didn't seem to have cut any major veins or gone through organs which was good.

Stiles took the facewash to Derek's cuts and cleaned up as much of the blood that he could. He rushed to the sink, cleaned the cloth and repeated this until the wounds no longer were leaking blood and Derek looked healed enough to sit up again.

Derek groaned again after Stiles had finished his last clean, and sat up, staring down at the pink flesh of his healing wounds.

"Will you be okay?" Stiles asked, still crouched on the floor beside Derek and desperately pushing out the dreams that he kept having.

"Yeah I should heal fine now, thanks." He grunted, shifting himself into a more comfortable position. Stiles took this as a cue to get off the floor, he left to dispose of the cloth and came back to Derek with his eyes closed and his breathing soft.

Stiles decided he would give him some time to rest, looking down at himself, his hands tinged red with blood and his shirt now beyond saving, Stiles decided that a nice hot shower would be in order. He quietly went to his room, grabbed his towel and some bed clothes and jumped into the bathroom.

They say that when in the shower, your thoughts tend to be clearer, but this particular shower time did nothing but make Stiles think of Derek's extremely chiselled stomach and nicely proportionate arms. Stiles groaned as the blood started to rush to his lower regions as his mind ran to place's it really shouldn't.

"Fuck." Stiles whispered, knocking his forehead against the tiles of the shower wall as he contemplated whether or not he should quickly rub one out. He knew that Derek would be able to smell his arousal, and he wasn't sure if he could ever face Derek again if Derek had the knowledge that Stiles was masturbating a couple rooms away.

His erection increased.

Stile groaned. This was getting out of hand, and seriously starting to hurt. His morals bounced back and forth, Stiles hissed and turned the shower cold as his self-preservation kicked in, he really wouldn't ever be able to face Derek again.

The cold water helped him calm down a bit, and by the time he was dressed he was no longer hard, but still feeling slightly horny. Stiles gently walked towards where Derek was hopefully sleeping. But he was no where to be seen. Confused he walked back to his bedroom and a text message lit up his phone.

Thanks for the help, I'll explain everything tomorrow.

Stiles felt the onset of mortification. Derek knew.

Derek had been chilling in his apartment, feeling lonelier that he usually did. He sighed and decided that a workout would help with the heaviness that was weighing down his chest. Then the scent of them hit him. He shivered and instantly went into his beta form.

He could smell more than one of them, two maybe three. They smelt older, which meant one of two things. They could be stronger than Joseph or they would be weaker. The front door flew from its hinges and there stood a middle-aged woman and man. They instantly zeroed in on Derek and hissed with furiousness. They lunged at him, already transformed into the half snake that they were.

Poison glistened off their fangs, thick and clear, Derek hadn't seen any poison come out of Josephs fangs, perhaps he wasn't old enough to form any yet. But there was no time to think those thoughts as Derek narrowly dodged the razor-sharp tails of his attackers. The female snake lunged at him again, this time hiss screaming.

"YOU KILLED MY SON!"

The woman with her elongated fangs snapped at his neck which Derek once again just managed to avoid. The male snake whipped his tail out, this time managing to slice through Derek. Derek hissed, fuck that hurt. He knew that there was no poison on their tails, so he would heal. Derek swiped at the male snake and managed to just clip at his face which wasn't protected by any of their scales.

The male snake hissed with fury and lunged forward, Derek jumped back and crashed into his wall. The impact knocked the breath out of him, and two tails instantly sliced into him. Derek coughed up blood and growled. This wasn't looking good, if he didn't get away, they would kill him.

The face of Stiles smiling instantly popped into his head, and his need for survival increased. Derek growled and lunged at the female snake, falling to the ground and the two unbalanced, the snake didn't see the punch that Derek was just about to deliver to her head. The snake instantly knocked out from the impact left just the male and Derek. The male now even more furious at seeing what Derek thought his partner was hissed and lunged at the speed of light towards Derek, Derek however had seen it coming and threw himself out of the way, crashing into the back of his couch. Derek knew there would be no way for him to somehow beat this guy without backup, his only chance was to run.

Derek really hated to run away.

But as he looked down to his chest his cuts were deep and bleeding profusely, the lack of blood was making him weak, and he wasn't healing fast enough to even try this guy. Derek rushed to the closest window he was to and jumped out. Landing on the pavement five floors down with a groan. He pushed off the ground and made for the first place that he could think of.

Stiles.

Derek now feeling rested and healed opened his eyes and saw that Stiles was no longer in the living room. The sound of the shower turning on alerted him, but then he relaxed, it was just Stiles taking a shower. Derek surveyed the damage, the wounds now pink and raw, thanks to Stiles help in cleaning them they had healed at a much faster rate than before. He touched them lightly, the pain only minimum, nothing a few painkillers would help.

Derek rested his head back on the couch when the scent hit him. The scent of arousal. First Derek was confused then put two and two together. Stiles was aroused, but at what he wasn't sure. The scent became stronger and Derek began feeling uncomfortable for images of Stiles aroused and hard was suddenly stirring the pit of heat in his stomach. This wasn't good, since when would knowing that Stiles just a few rooms away hard would make him aroused too?

Derek couldn't help but zone in on the sounds that was coming from the shower, and it was either Stiles was being extra quiet, or he was fighting back the need to… Derek shook his head, if he kept thinking about this any further, he would seriously grow an issue in his lower regions. Derek's ears perked as he heard a groan come from the shower, and he felt through his senses the temperature of the water change. Stiles had decided to fight it.

Even so, the images that Derek had made in his head unsettled Derek, he needed to get out of there. He wasn't sure what the fuck he would do if he saw Stiles come out of that shower, wet hair, a little damp and smelly slightly horny.

Derek had to get out.

So, he did.

He sent a quick message to Stiles and slipped through the front door quietly. His pants tighter than they were before he came.

This was going to be a problem.

ohh i updated again, im shook. So i kinda have a feel of how im going to develop this relationship so thats good. Nothing like imagining each other horny to kick start this relationship XD

i have exams coming up so updates are going to be inconsistent sorry about that!

But hope you enjoyed much love xx