Chapter 8: Wicked

A/N: Thanks for all the comments folks, but just to reply to a handful... Shinigami: Of course he needs a new anchor, but as it stands his failing anger-anchor is what he's using. Pack mom, oh that particular brand of Sterek love. He is pack mommy. I'm well aware of the Kanima and Matt, and such. No pen name left: Your comments make my day as well, it is always appreciated particularly when it is flattering. I personally I'm terrible at the dubbed, "smut", and it also makes me consider the fact that in the USA Stiles is underage and that brings moral qualms into the mix, although in Canada the age is 16. So I think I'm a pinched reserved when it comes to those scenes. Livin Mi Own Lyf: I thought I would update after the new episode, but I thought I should get one of these out before that. With each new episode I can lead the story, but if something happened... cough... Sterek being defaced by the powers that will... I shall modify further...

Oh and this chapter is slightly longer *cheering*

Previously on Harmless: Derek's signature grin-smirk-smile grew on his face and Stiles turned so that he was facing his werewolf. One of Derek's hands reached around and brought Stiles' closer to him. He forcefully placed a kiss against Stiles' lips before gaining entrance and taking the teen for what he was worth. He wrapped his legs around the teen's smaller body, and smiled as they broke the kiss, panting out before going at it again.

"Mine," Derek growled out between kisses.

"Your's," Stiles breathed out.

Stiles woke with the sun that shone through his window, it was just a little after six and he wasn't in the mood to wake up had it not been for Stiles' realization that Derek's presence was absent from his bed. He shot out of bed, his ears listening for any sign of life in his house. "Derek," Stiles whispered out. When there was no reply, Stiles got irritated, if not slightly worried. He tore through the upper level of his house, no one was there, and he had his way toward the kitchen. Finally, as if some great sign, he smelt the aroma of something delicious cooking. A sigh escaped him, when he came into the kitchen. Derek was sitting at the table, a stack of french toast plated in from of him and a plate, cutlery, and glass waiting for Stiles.

"Derek!" Stiles exclaimed, hearing his own panic in his own voice that he was sure his lover would pick up on.

"Morning Stiles, worried I had left?"

"A little," Stiles said as he brought his chair, plate, and whatever else along with him so that he was right next to Derek. He took a bite of french toast before moving closer to Derek, swallowing just before he lay a kiss on his werewolf's lips.

"I won't ever leave you."

Stiles broke it, "Unfortunately we can't just spend the rest of the day like this. I've got school." He blushed, Derek's words taking hold of him.

"We'll just have to make it up later this evening," Derek said.

Stiles had expected more resistance, but regardless he was glad Derek hadn't been mad at him. He had basically told him that a little part of his heart would always be crushing on Lydia, that was just a fact, but maybe Derek had listened to what Stiles had said, that the teen loved him, no one else. Stiles smiled and took another large bite of his toast.

"So Stiles, are you positive that Lydia isn't the Kanima, you know we can't let that thing kill anymore people; it could go after one of us next."

"Derek, I told you. I don't think she turns into a lizard. She's cold blooded, yes, but I looked into that creatures eyes and only saw evil. I would have known... At least I think I would have known if it was Lydia."

"Okay," Derek said. He grew quiet, and Stiles could tell he was thinking about what he had just said. Stiles finished his toast rather quickly, his plate drenched in syrup and he was happy to take another from the stack.

"Oh!" Stiles said, coming to a realization. "My dad will be back tonight. Probably late, I could come to yours, I'll say I'll stay with Scott for a sleep over or what not. Okay?"

"Sure," Derek said offhandedly, only registering that he wouldn't have to climb to any windows this evening. Stiles went in for another kiss, Derek reciprocated reluctantly, his thought must have been obstructing him. The teen broke the kiss again before popping out of his chair and rushing upstairs. He threw more clothes into the washer, including Derek's before going into the bathroom to wash his face, brush his teeth, and get ready for school. He had his backpack packed within seconds at which point the washer buzzed to signal it had finished. Stiles in a rush put them all in the dryer before checking his room for any evidence of their union. Nothing. He was glad. His father would be home sometime in the morning and he would only stop by to change his clothes, shower maybe, before going back to work. The drier buzzed, Stiles folded everything and dividing the clothing. He ran down the stairs, backpack on his back, and Derek's clothes in his hands.

"Okay wolfie, I'm off to school. Wanna come, or you gonna go off and deal with whatever's on your mind."

Derek rushed to where Stiles stood, and picked him up. He kissed Stiles with everything he had before letting the teen back down to solid earth. His lover took a moment to find his balance, the kiss had thrown him off.

"I need to talk with Erica and the others, you don't mind?" Derek said.

"Not at all, I understand there is a lot on your plate."

"Thanks." Derek threw his arms around Stiles, and drew himself close to Stiles' ear, his warm breath taking the teen into a near hormonal mess. "Be at my place by 12. Or I might just turn into the big bad wolf." He licked across Stiles, gapping lips before plunging into a deeper kiss.

"Promise?" Stiles said, dizzy, but able to open the front door. "See you at 12." He followed Derek out, locked his door, before jumping into his jeep and revving the engine. He pouted softly as he watched his werewolf start to run toward the forest, disappearing within minutes. He sighed, and then backed out of his driveway.

On route his phone rang, "Hey Stiles."

"Hey dad, I'm driving to school. How are you?"

"Fine, Stiles, but I thought I should tell you that the charges against Isaac, Isaac Lahey, have been dropped."

Stiles eyes grew shocked, "Thanks for the information bad. I'll be on the look for anything hinky."

"Stiles... I just thought you should know, keep a safe distance from him and all. We still don't know who killed Isaac's father."

"Thanks, dad. Oh, I'll be spending the night at Scott's, we've got to do some studying before the weekend, get an early start."

"Okay Stiles, drive safe."

"I will dad." Stiles ended the call, before probing his mind for any reason why the charges would be dropped. Had Derek left last night, or earlier this morning? Had his pack been outside his house? He would have to ask Derek before the end of the day.

He arrived at school, locked his car, and went hunting for Scott, he had to tell him what his dad had just disclosed to him, but when he reached Scott, in class, Isaac was already there. The rest of the day had gone uncomfortably slow, and by Chemistry everything was on. Derek had orchestrated a test to see if Jackson and Lydia were the Kanima. His nostrils flared and he grew irritated if not completely angry. Why hadn't Derek confided in him, but he hadn't the time to think it over. He had to protect Lydia, even if she didn't like him, he still was fond of her. Derek wasn't going to kill her period, nor did he think that he was doing it simply to see if she was a Kanima, maybe some sick way of dealing with jealousy. Stiles snorted, he was going to give his werewolf a talking to. They, Scott and Stiles, had planned for Derek not to back down and when they had been prove right, they moved to Scott's house for a 'study' group session. Derek had been waiting outside, it was getting dark, and there he had to make one of the hardest calls of his life. Allison was unaware of Derek and his relationship, Scott had been kind enough to let things take its course on its own, but she had her one-handed crossbow and she was going to shoot someone. He told her to aim for Derek, preferably the head, Scott had caught one earlier, Derek would have no trouble, but Allison was smart. She knew Derek would have no problem, so she told Stiles so... They were going to shoot one of the younger ones. Stiles closed his eyes, but Isaac had come in through the back stopping the awful decision. He was violent, however, and tossed Stiles aside with ease. When everything was done, they knew it was Jackson, and Stiles stood by Scott and Allison, his 'pack' with a little frown on his face that Derek picked up on. Before the police arrived, along with his dad, his lover was gone, along with his pack.

"I told Dad that I'd be spending the night," Stiles said to Scott, who had just watched Allison leave, after they had explained to the cops that there was an intruder that had taken nothing, because they had arrived. Stiles' father seemed alright with the answer, and left without little more than a hug and a goodbye.

"Give him hell, Stiles," Scott said, as Stiles got into his jeep as he watched his father's cruiser go around the corner.

"I plan on it," Stiles said, his anger building. He tore out of Scott's driveway and head the opposite direction of his father. He wasn't going to be stopped or asked any questions, he needed to speak with Derek. He went home quickly, stealing away one of his dad's bottles of jack before driving to the warehouses, circling as he always does to prevent the hunters, if they were following to get lost in the maze of storage spaces and such. He parked his jeep next to Derek's car, he placed his hands on its hood — the warmth remained. Derek had just returned from his betrayal. He took a swig from the bottle, building up the nerve to confront his werewolf. Another swig after another after another. Stiles, using the shadows to his advantage, stole into the forest taking the path into Derek's room with some stumbling movements. Once down into the service tunnel he removed his shoes, he wasn't going to make any noise. When he moved the dresser it was with everything he had to open the way and to keep quiet. He snuck through the door and was glancing through the subway car.

"We tested Jackson, and yet he is the Kanima. Be wise you can't go head to head with it. That falls to me," Derek said to his pack.

"I just want to get my revenge on the hunter bitch," Erica said, she was still recovering from the venom Allison had laced her arrow with. Boyd only have a slight heavy chuckle, he was quiet and served well as a pack member, but was not one to speak without reason.

"And Stiles?" Isaac said.

"What of Stiles?" Derek asked.

"Him and Allison were debating which one of us to shoot. He even suggested that they defend themselves, even shoot you in the head."

"For someone who loves you, and whose scent is on you, and through this den, he doesn't show it," Boyd said breaking his near ritual silence.

"If Stiles suggested it there must have been reason," Derek said, his words resonating with confidence that even Stiles in his hiding could hear. The teen moved suddenly, wanting to expose himself to the pack meeting he had snuck into. He accidentally knocked into a chair, sending a ring through the craft and fumbling in his drunken tipsy state. Derek let out a roar, his face shifting along with his eyes, and the rest of the pack. They all turned to face him, their eyes aglow and menacing.

"No need for t-theatrics," Stiles slurred out, trying to be falter at the sight of so many werewolves waiting for the chance to take out an invading target.

"Stiles?" Derek barked.

"W-who else?" Stiles retorted. He turned to Isaac, "I suggested Derek's head because he would be looking for a f-frontal attack, it was Allison who suggest taking out one of the smaller, lesser betas." The betas snarled towards Stiles.

"That huntress bitch is on my list," Erica said, shifting back to her regular face. "I've got to go Derek, you and Stiles can have your spat. I need to get home."

"Me to," Boyd said before following Erica out.

Isaac on the other hand had no home to return to, and it had only occurred to Stiles then that Isaac had probably been living with Derek since his father's home had been under police watch, and the unhappy memories. Stiles blushed, what exactly had the beta heard.

Derek could smell the discomfort on Stiles, and chuckled darkly before sliding between a set of doors to reach him. "It's 11, I didn't expect you hear so soon."

"You attacked my f-friends, what was I s-suppose to do? F-follow the agreed upon time, and act like nothing was w-wrong!"

"Stiles, that thing tried to kill you, tried to kill me, our pack, how can you let it live? Because it was Jackson, you said yourself that it was pure evil, that it didn't have an ounce of Jackson in it." Derek tightened the distance between them and reached out to wrap his hands around Stiles' shoulder. The teen recoiled.

"By s-stalking us to Scott's house and confront us I had to make decision I didn't want to make. What if Allison had k-killed one of you, what if she had killed you? What would I do then?" Stiles turned around and headed back to Derek's room. "It was a mistake coming here." His voice gave Derek the insight that Stiles was on the verge of tears; they clutched like luminescent pearls in corners of his eyes and then gave way to their own weight.

Derek followed, closing the door behind him before he reached Stiles who had been remarkably quick and was just about to move the dresser, but the werewolf grabbed him, pulling him back into a tightening hug. Stiles fought to break three, squirming violently, and he now had managed to be facing Derek and he pounded his fists into his lover's firm chest. "What if you had d-died! What if you couldn't just heal it off. What, fucking, then!" Fists struck Derek a couple more times before the teen broke down into him, wailing, tears melting into the fabric of his shirt. Derek let a hand weaken his hold on Stiles, as he lifted Stiles chin up. He gently kissed Stiles, the taste of booze on the teen's lips. Stiles took Derek more frantically, he forced the werewolf gentleness to depart him so that he could reciprocate the intensity. Stiles slid through his werewolf's grasp, not breaking their passionate kissing, and wrapped his arms around Derek's body. He was allowed to force Derek on to his bed, Stiles falling with him so that he was on top. Putting his hands between their bodies, Stiles undid the button of Derek's pants, unzipping zipper and wrapping a hand around Derek's manhood. A rubble shook through Derek's chest and resonated with in Stiles, meanwhile Derek took control of the kiss, his tongue domineering. The werewolf could feel Stiles' tears still flowing, pressing into his face. With considerable effort, Derek managed to remove his hands, Stiles still latched onto him. He, with the same amount of grace, removed Stiles pants and underwear in one movement. Stiles let his hand slide off Derek's cock that had grown in size considerably since the teen's hand had worked on him. They ground into each other, thrusting in sync, each curve replicated oppositely as if they were made to fit together. Stiles balled his fist into Derek's shirt, his knuckles blanching, it took Derek's hands to release Stiles'. He took the teen's hands in his own, before directing them to his shoulders. Stiles followed his lead, placing his hands on his werewolf's shoulders, just as Derek managed to remove his shirt and with his wolven nails, shed Stiles' shirt from his body. Stiles would have been pissed had he not been drunk or in the thralls of desire. The remains of his shirt clung to his body, his bandages poking through (a constant reminder to Derek of how close he had come to seriously injuring his lover), and his shirt only shudder as Stiles and Derek pulsated together in their copulation. Stiles had his senses about him, even if he was drunk. His inhibition and his cold logic had gone dormant and his raging desires were let to have their way. Derek was taken, Stiles was forceful, angry and it was incredibly hot. Their passion raged as Derek assumed was Stiles' anger towards him after he had, for a lack of a better word, hunted his past crush. The werewolf took hold of Stiles' mouth, forcing his way through. He let rip a growl that took Stiles and his remaining anger away and turned to complete desire.

"Mine!" Derek said, the possessions of Stiles in his tone and in his actions along with a wolven deep grumble.

"More!" Stiles replied, his wanton lust dripping from the one word.

Derek obliged, his manhood hardening as he manoeuvred Stiles on top of him. He erection poking into Stiles' rear, the accumulated sweat and fluids preparing the both of them. Frustrated, Stiles reached behind himself, directly Derek with his hand. Feeling Derek's presence within him, Stiles put his hands back onto Derek's shoulders wrapping his hands around his werewolf's neck, before arching his back, and pressing his face into the space between Derek's neck and shoulder. Stiles breathed in his lover's musk, cedar and the forest.

Slowly at first, Derek slid in and out of his lover, the soft warm confines harding the massive wolf entirely. Stiles tightened deliciously, the once sore teen now accepting him more readily. As soon as Stiles was used to Derek, he forced himself deeper giving no time to recuperate before he slide in and out. Stiles cried out. Moans departing his mouth over and over, as Derek grunted and growled, an orgasmic melody. In the throws of their union Stiles opened his mouth, biting down on Derek's shoulder, digging his teeth into Derek. A roar pierced through the werewolf, followed by Derek taking a hand and keeping Stiles' head where it was. Stiles bit down again, the rush ridiculously fuelling as both Derek thrusted deeper and faster, and Stiles to arch into each thrust.

"So close," Stiles cried out, breaking his lock on Derek's shoulder. The teen's erection rubbing vigorously against Derek's firm chest.

"Together," Derek said, increasing pace to something supernatural.

Within minutes, both Derek and Stiles cried out, the aftermath of their union between them and within Stiles. Derek's hand brought Stiles' head towards him. They brought their lips together, taking each other's mouths, a whimper departing Stiles as his lover withdrew from within him. The teen broke the kiss and slid down next to Derek. He took Derek's nipple into his mouth, a rumble from his werewolf was given before letting himself rest. He closed his eyes, sated, his anger dissipated. In his drunken state he crashed into sleep, quickly unable to keep his eyelids open, even though he wanted to. Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles, his lover's aftermath still on his chest, and his breath still laboured. He fell asleep.

A/N 2: So, I only had a few minutes to review this, and I wanted to get this out before Monday. I've been ill lately, and I've been sleeping a lot, so I was worried that I could have missed getting this out before Monday. I hope it's not too choppy. Looking forward to the new episode of True Blood today, and not to mention dying to see the new Teen Wolf episode monday.

SPOILER! AMG what happened to Derek, what about Stiles? AMG! What is going to happen to Stiles? To Derek!

UPDATE will come sometime in the middle of the week? Wednesday? Thursday... Maybe... Maybe even the weekend. Sorry. I'm gonna beat this silly cold!