It took a week and a two days before the curiosity got the best of him. He'd read so much in the books Derek left him, with almost all his questions answered, that he almost forgave him. Almost. He still wanted to know how and why he'd become and actual wolf. He hadn't written it down. He tapped his pen against the page he was reading and sighed, wanting more answers. But could he really forgive him? Like really, really? He wasn't sure if Derek had learned a lesson in this... Even if it did help him. But he guessed it helped Derek, too. He knew who had a crush on him, and that he actually liked when he pushed him up against things and got into his face. He loved the closeness of it, even if he was being threatened. He picked up an empty notebook and marker, then went over to his window, opening it and dropping the items onto the grass outside.

"Derek, how did you turn into a full wolf? Give me a simple answer, 'kay?" He asked to the dark, barely able to see the woods across the road, even with the streetlights on. He rolled his eyes at how stupid he was being; he just talked to someone who wasn't there and expected a reply by notes like a little girl. He sat down on the floor, grabbing his book with a little help from a ruler, and kept reading. It had to be about five or six minutes when he heard the rustling of footsteps, then the paper, then the click of the pen. He felt a bit giddy, to say the least. A note came through his window, and he grabbed it, unballing it quickly and reading "It's the next step in being a born werewolf. I've gotten to the point in my beta level where I can shift fully. Scott will need training if he wants to do it."

"How do you shift?" He asked, not raising his voice, laying the paper on the floor next to him, another piece flying into his room after a moment. He grabbed it and read, "Concentration. Anger, sometimes. Then it can be non voluntary."

"I like the simple answer, thanks for that. Does it hurt?" He smiled a little, admiring the wolf's handwriting before setting it with the other torn off and crumpled papers.

"When you're young and/or when you do it for the first time. And on full moons, it can hurt. Claws and canines coming through your human self, it felt like getting stabbed the first time I shifted."

Stiles read and took that into consideration. He also noticed Derek told him something about his past, which was odd for him to open up at all, "I-I wanna see you do it."

"No." He heard softly outside in a incredulous tone, surprised as well. Why couldn't he have a learning experience? He wanted to see Derek shift, and the older teen should have been happy he wanted to see him at all.

"I don't care if it's dangerous. If you haven't noticed, I'm alive after all of Scott's shifts, and putting myself in danger to help you and him, after all the death threats by you. I at least deserve that as a thank you... And as the start of an apology, Derek." He shot back, and then there was silence. No audible movement outside, and he didn't move either. Maybe the wolf had run away when he was ranting. He sighed and went to get up, when another balled up paper came flying through his window. He grabbed at it greedily and opened it up.

"My house. 2pm, tomorrow. Get some sleep, I want you alert and rested. Goodnight, Stiles."

He threw his fist in the air, "Aw, yes!" He heard footsteps running away, and he looked out his window, able to catch a glimpse of Derek running across the road and into the woods, "Night, Derek."

Stiles walked down the hall, fiddling with the bunched up paper in his hand. Only one more thing before he could leave the school and get to Derek's house. He'd held the note all day, wanting to remember the engagement and to have something if the wolf were to blow him off. He pushed open the door to the boys' locker room and and shoved the note into the pocket of his jeans. Scott smiled at him, getting his gear out of his bag.

"Hey, man. I was wondering when you'd get here. I haven't seen you since chem." He said, pulling his shirt over his head to put on another. Stiles was glad he wasn't weird about changing in front of him now.

"That was two classes ago, dude. I had to go to History with Lydia." He replied, going to his locker and starting to change. Danny walked by, slowing down to whisper in his ear.

"I'll find out, Stiles." The taller teen was close, and he smirked when the smaller teen started, walking over to his locker and getting ready for practice.

Scott gave him a look, having heard him. Stiles just gave him a look back then ignored him and changed. All the lacrosse players filed out to the field, Scott grabbing the quirky teen by the arm.

"What is Danny going to find out?" He asked, a bit panicked. Stiles wouldn't actually tell Danny, would he?

"Nothing. Don't worry, it's not your big secret. Believe me, he's hooked on finding out something else." Stiles calmed him, "And you'll have to find a ride with someone else today. I have to go do research after school."

"Research?"

"Yeah, for us. Werewolf research. I'll be fine, don't worry."

"... I wasn't worrying until you said not to worry."

"Bilinski, McCall! Let's go!" Coach screamed at them, "McCall, on the field. You; laps."

Practice went by slowly while he ran around the field. He would never get to play, he knew that. Coach would probably never put him in. He'd rather forfeit than let him play, which sucked. Why was he even on the team again? Because it was something he wanted to do, although no one thought he could. After all the running for his life, and the thinking on his feet, he'd gotten pretty good. And he'd practiced outside in his back yard.

His mind suddenly drifted to Derek in his yard last night. Was he waiting out there for him, or could he really hear him that far away? He wasn't sure. More questions popped into his head when he thought about watching Derek shift. Would it be slow, or would it happen in the blink of an eye? Would there be a point where he'd be some half-wolf, half-human fuzz ball thing? Would he let him be in the same room when he shifted? He wanted to be as close as he could to see it with his own eyes, every little detail. He'd be in Derek's face if he could get that close. But how good was he at controlling the wolf in him? Would he have to take off his clothes to be a full wolf? He'd never seen him come running up on all fours shrugging off a leather jacket.

A whistle blew, and it startled him a bit, but it meant practice was over and he'd have to get to the old, burnt house to see a wolf who had expressed that he wanted to kiss him and kill him before... It sounded weird when he thought of it like that, but nevertheless, he ran off the field before anyone else and got back into the school. He was sweaty, and he needed to shower. He didn't like showering with the other guys, it made him feel awkward. He quickly took off his gear and discarded it into his locker, slipping off his shirt and shorts before checking to make sure he was alone. He slipped off his boxers in the shower, then started it up, the cold water hitting him and making him gasp. It warmed up after a moment, and he hoped everyone would be too tired to run to the school like he did. He needed a moment alone. He hated everyone else there with him; they'd be standing in a circle, comparing sizes or talking about other stupid things. He didn't want to be a part of that. No one had seen his dick, and he wanted to keep it that way. At least, from everyone but one or two. He rubbed himself with soap, cleaning the sweat off him. He didn't want Derek smelling sweat and lacrosse on him. He wanted him to smell... him. And the small scent of soap that would linger. That was another thing, Derek's senses. He wanted to know about those, too. Would he have to schedule another day with him?

He heard the locker doors squeak and the bustle of athletic gear and talking, and he panicked for just a second. He wiped the water from his eyes and turned off the shower, wrapping his towel around his waist and grabbing his underwear, leaving the showers as a group went in. He saw the rest of them getting ready to go in, shedding their clothes. He was curious, but he didn't look. He didn't want them to catch him staring. He went to his locker and got out his bag, looking at the other clothes he'd brought specially for his time at Derek's. He grabbed the fresh pair of boxers and made sure no one was watching before he slipped them on under his towel. He let the towel slip, and he dried off, then threw it on his shoulder. He felt it being pulled from his body, and he turned, seeing Jackson and a few of the popular jocks, Danny absent.

"Dude, give it back." He said, grabbing for it, only having the other pull it away.

"What if I don't want to?" The blond asked with a smirk, happy to be getting back at him for getting best friend-y with Lydia in their History class. She'd decided she wanted to sit next to Stiles today, so she did. Stiles wasn't her boyfriend, he was.

"Then I'll be wet." The quirky teen answered logically, earning a glare.

"Well, well, aren't you gonna look nice today?" Mitchell mocked, grabbing his bag with his clean clothes in it, looking through like was going to find gold. All the other things he had in there were his inhaler for seasonal asthma (and if Scott needed it), his bottle of Adderall, and his phone.

"Can you stop? I don't want stupid getting over all over my stuff." He shot at him, making the jock glare at him.

"Where are you going today, Stilinski? Maybe I'll give you a black eye, it'll be an improvement." Mitchell told him, Jackson chuckling.

That one was a hit to his self-esteem, and he decided he'd had enough.

"You know where I'm going? I'm going to see Jackson's girlfriend. And if he has a problem with it, I can tell everyone how he got those cuts on his neck." Stiles challenged, looking at Mitchell but then at Jackson, who's eyes widened at the mention of Lydia. He bombarded the other teen, shoving him into his locker, getting in his face, Stiles feeling awkward since they were both only wearing one piece of fabric on them each. He didn't like Jackson like that.

"Don't you dare. Stay away from her, and you can't out me without outing Scott and Derek Hale." He said, hushing his voice on the second part, glaring and his hand hurting the other's shoulder with how hard he was holding him.

"I'll do what I want. I can always make up that Derek kicked your ass and you cried like a newborn baby. Now, tell your idiots to get away from my stuff and give me my goddamn towel." Stiles told him in a quiet tone, "And get away from me, you smell like desperation."

Jackson was taken aback by the kid standing up for himself, and he backed off, taking Stiles' bag and and handing it to him, along with his towel. They walked off with unhappy expressions, into the shower no doubt to harass someone else. He took a deep breath, that was shaky, after they were out of sight, feeling an anxiety attack try to get him. Scott was suddenly there, hands on his chest and back, leaning down to look at him.

"Are you okay?" He asked with urgency, not knowing what happened, "Did they just... try and hurt you or something?"

"N-No... Jackson was being a douchebag, b-but I'm fine. I have to get to that research." Stiles tried to shake off the feeling as best he could and willed himself to stand up fully, to get dressed and just get out of there. He needed fresh air. He pulled himself away from Scott, who he gave a false reassuring smile to, and got dressed, happy to be in clothes again. He fixed his dark sleeveless v-neck then but on a plaid bright blue and white over shirt, leaving the sleeves rolled down. He made sure the zipper on his dark wash blue jeans was up and secure, then he got his things together and threw his bag over his shoulder, saying goodbye to Scott before he left the locker room, hand around the bunched paper again. He walked out to the parking lot, where Lydia was waiting for Jackson by her car, smiling when she saw him.

"Well, don't you look dapper?" She said, fixing the collar on his flannel.

"Thank you. You look... amazing. As always." He told her truthfully, smiling wider.

She giggled, "Thank you, Stiles."

"No problem. But, can I ask you a favor?" He saw Jackson walk through the double doors of the school, "Can you cover for me if my dad asks where I am? Just say I'm hanging out with you."

"Of course. You do it for me." Lydia nodded, tucking a piece of perfectly curled hair behind her ear.

"Thank you." He said quickly, leaning in and kissing her cheek, making her smile before he jogged to his car. He heard Lydia say that he was adorable when Jackson asked her what happened. He hopped into his Jeep, throwing his bag in the back, taking out his phone and dialing his father's number as he started up the engine.

"Hey, Stiles. What's up?" His dad answered in a few rings, sounding busy.

"I just wanna let you know that I'm hanging out with Lydia for a while, and I'll be home later, okay?"

"Okay, son. Have fun."

"I will."

They exchanged goodbyes and 'I love you's as Stiles turned onto the road from the parking lot, making his way to Derek's house. He hung up, taking a deep breath at what he could expect and how perfect the person was that was waiting for him, and him alone.

When the old house came into view, he parked and killed the engine, getting out. He stuffed the note into his back pocket and made his way up to the house, knocking first before walking in, gently closing the door behind him.

"Wow, no one knocks anymore." A voice said, and Stiles looked up, Derek at the top of the stairs.

"Well... It's still your house." Stiles responded, liking the way the wolf wasn't wearing his usual attire. He had a regular white shirt on, and dark navy jeans, no shoes or socks.

"Yeah, what's left of it," He looked around before sighing, "So, you really wanna see this, huh?"

"More than anything." The smaller teen replied, looking up at him like he was going to do it right there.

"Then come on, before I change my mind." Derek started walking down the hall, and Stiles tripped over himself in following, getting up the stairs in time to see him open a door and stand by it. The kid walked up to him, and the older teen ushered him inside, closing the door behind them. He picked up a pair of handcuffs and held them out to Stiles.

"What do you want me to do with those?" He asked, pointing to them.

The wolf made him take them, then he slipped off his shirt, "Cuff me, Stiles."

"O-Okay." He nodded, not being able to help as he eye-fucked Derek's torso. He took the other's wrists and handcuffed him, making sure they weren't too tight. The older teen walked over to the bed that sat in the corner of the room, bringing one leg up to rest his arm on, and Stiles sat next to him, facing him in almost the same fashion.

"How close to you want to be?" He asked, and the kid opened his mouth to talk, but he cut him off, "Just show me."

The younger teen did as he was told and crawled in close, between Derek's legs. The wolf looked a little dumbfounded for a moment, and it made him shrug, "I wanna see everything close up... f-for research purposes."

The older teen licked his lips and nodded, Stiles being so close he could feel his thigh against the back of his own, "Sure, research... But you do know you'll be in more danger being this close."

"Don't worry, the handcuffs will keep me safe." He said sarcastically, but was ready for it all. He didn't know if he'd react badly, but he was ready to find out. The wolf nodded once.

"But if you get scared, or you see me get out of control, I want you to run. Understand me?"

"Yes."

He understood him, but he knew he wouldn't be going anywhere. Derek gave a sigh, then looked down at his hands, and back up. Stiles was so close he saw the flickers of electric blue in his eyes before they started glowing that beautiful icy color. He was captured by it, and wished he could look into them forever. Derek let out a small grunt, eyes drifting shut as he tried to make the shift slower than normal for the kid. His skin started to crawl and his head instinctively turned to the side to make the pain minimal from going that slow, and he felt a hand on his cheek, a small gasp coming from Stiles as he felt his skin change. The wolf didn't open his eyes. He opened his mouth, letting the younger teen see his teeth before his canines came out, a soft growl being let out. He felt Stiles shiver, and heard his heart pump faster. He finally opened his eyes, seeing the kid's surprised and intrigued face.

Stiles felt the intense stare of those burning eyes, and he found himself scooting closer, other hand coming up to feel along Derek's shifted face. He looked into those eyes and couldn't help but get aroused at how utterly erotic they looked. As soon as Derek smelt the arousal, he growled louder and immediately shut his eyes, feeling his control slip, the animal trying to take over. Claws replaced fingernails, and he hunched his shoulders. Stiles should have been running by now, but he still stayed in the same place. Did he know? Probably not.

"Derek." He whispered, and the wolf's head turned just so, like a predator listening for it's prey. He felt a jolt of nervousness go through him, he'd seen that movement right before Scott had attacked him, from one of the many times he had. Derek pulled his hands apart slowly, the handcuffs creaking and stretching before breaking under the supernatural strength, "O-Oh, fuck."

The wolf felt the kid try to get up, and he pinned him by setting a sharp tipped hand on his upper thigh, making him whimper. He pulled him closer again, setting his own thigh over Stiles' to replace his hand, claws going up to brush against his neck, making him crane it to avoid breaking the skin. He looked up at him, eyes piercing him, low growls emitting from him as he watched the boy's face turn from emotion to emotion. He saw so many, it was hard to tell what some of them were. But he saw the want. He sensed many sensitive spot's on the kid's body, some the obvious, but one that confused him was his shoulder. His other hand came up and pushed away the fabric of the bright over shirt, licking his canines to see the creamy skin. It sent a pretty big reaction through Stiles' body, the scent hitting him seconds later and his vision went red, another growl coming out. He saw a blossoming bruise on his shoulder, the shape of a hand, it looked like to him. He felt instantly protective as his thumb ran over the abused skin.

Stiles audibly swallowed, trying to calm himself down while looking at the beautiful creature that had him pinned to that bed, almost painfully, but not enough; just heavy. He could tell Derek was getting upset by the way he sounded, and he gently, and slowly moved his hand to cup the wolf's cheek in his hand, turning his head to look at him.

"I'm okay." He whispered, his other hand being set on his chest, over his kick drumming heartbeat. The older teen almost whimpered at the contact, senses high. He'd never been this sensitive to touch before, though. Nothing he ever learned could prepare him for this kind of intimacy. He could never do this with anyone else. Stiles saw him relax and his eyes came up to meet those sandy browns, seeing them softer than before, less scared, "What are you feeling?"

Derek's hand moved down to the other's chest, over his heart. The younger teen let out a shaky breath, "You can feel my heart?"

He nodded.

"Turn back. I can see the full wolf some other time. J-Just come back to me." The kid quietly said, a bit urgent in his tone. The wolf closed his eyes and concentrated on shifting back to his human form, successfully doing it and trying to ignore the sense of arousal that he could still smell with the smaller teen that close. He took a breath and met eyes with him, now soft brown on light blue-green. Stiles set his hands on Derek's thighs, moving closer, intaking the smell of the other's slightly damp skin, "Wow."

Derek couldn't take anymore. He jumped the kid, pinning him down onto the bed so he was laying down; wrists above is head and legs slightly spread even though the wolf's thighs were holding him still, settled in the mattress on either sides of the him. The older teen leaned down, faces inches apart, warm breath ghosting over his lips and cheeks.

"You should have ran, Stiles."