"I-I'm not sorry for staying." Stiles whimpered, the wolf nosing at his cheek, moving toward his neck. His hands were still pinned above his head, Derek's hands at his wrists, brushing his thumbs against the sensitive skin, slightly loosening the hold when he knew the other wouldn't get away.

The older teen mouthed at his neck, leaving his teeth out of it for shock purposes. He could taste the arousal on the other's skin, along with the want and excitement. It was intoxicating. He let his tongue poke out and lick a line up the tendon, to right below his ear, another sensitive spot. A soft moan left the younger's lips, and he tugged gently in request of his hands to be freed. Derek obliged with one, and Stiles' hand came down to cup his cheek, pulling him up so their faces were close again. The quirky teen wet his lips.

"Derek."

The way he said his name made Derek's spine shiver. He took a moment and looked into his eyes, then he let their lips meet, eyes drifting shut and hands starting to roam. Their lips moved softly, slowly, but with passion that burned in their chests, making their bodies tingle all over. The wolf's hand slipped down to the waistband of the kid's jeans, fingertips slipping under his shirt and feeling along the smooth heated skin. Stiles moaned into his mouth, hand moving to grip the back of the other's neck, fingers in his hair, a tongue poking at his lips that he immediately let in. Derek's tongue wandered the younger's amazingly good tasting mouth, his tongue tangling and fighting with his own after a moment. Stiles let out a deep breath when they pulled away, and took a few seconds before pulling the older teen back down, forcing his tongue into his mouth, wanting to taste him better and feel around. The wolf let him, growling softly and moving closer, one of his legs between both of the kid's, wanting so badly to touch him in the most sensitive place on his body right now.

"Mm." Stiles couldn't help but letting it slip out as he pulled away, opening his eyes to see Derek do the same.

"Do you still hate me?" He asked, stroking the other's cheek softly, doing the same with his wrist.

"No, but I'm still mad at you." The kid told him, soft smile on his lips, Derek finally letting him go, laying on his side next to him. He looked over at him, laying his arm under his head to support it.

"Anger is better than hate." He said, shrugging, his hand gliding across the small part of the other's abdomen that was showing, down the fine trail of hair, then over to his hipbone.

"Y-Yeah, I guess." Stiles shivered a little, trying to keep his emotions and urges in check until after he was sure Derek was sorry, the finger along the jut of his hip not helping much, "Why'd you do it, though? The truth."

The older teen sighed, "You have to understand that I felt how alone and unhappy you were, and how you thought you couldn't go to anyone because you'd bother them. I knew you wouldn't open up to me yet... and I had a new ability. I used it to it's fullest in my opinion. I didn't know you were going to say anything about me, that's the truth."

"Wow. I-I didn't know you could sense that stuff." He replied, biting his lip.

"I can't with lots of people, but sometimes it's obvious... And sometimes you have a special connection. Sometimes I could tell when you wanted me... Or wanted Ben around, that is." The wolf said quietly, leaning a bit closer, letting his attraction to the kid be more known as a connection. He wanted a connection with him.

"So... I'm special?" Stiles asked, a bit in awe that Derek would care for him like that. He was starting to understand his side of the story.

"Yes, you are. To me." He nodded, rubbing circles into the kid's abdomen.

The younger teen smiled, sitting up, "Well, that's good to know."

He got up, and Derek went to do the same, sitting at the edge of the bed, "Are you still angry at me? What can I do to make you like me again? I can try to shift again, but I'll need some time... I don't wanna hurt you."

Stiles grabbed the handcuff key off the old bedside table, kneeling down in front of him, taking his wrist and unlocking the cuff, placing a kiss to the slightly abused skin after, "You don't have to shift again today. I told you I could see it some other time."

The wolf nodded, watching the smaller teen unlock the other cuff and place a kiss to the skin, making him smile. He leaned down, capturing his lips in a short kiss before the kid pulled away, smiling and blushing slightly.

"I should go, I have homework." He said softly, standing back up, setting the key back on the table. Derek stood as well, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to him, against his bare chest, the pale hands running down his skin.

"My jacket's on the end of the stair rail. It'll get cold tomorrow, take it." He told the kid, wanting him to stay, but if he had to leave, at least he'd have his own scent so he could find him a bit easier amongst all the people in his school, if he needed to.

"What'll you wear?" Stiles asked, concerned for him. He'd be giddy about wearing the wolf's clothes, but he was worried the other would get sick.

"I have clothes, Stiles... And fur, now. Don't worry about it." He assured, playful smile dancing on his lips.

"O-Okay, and..." The smaller teen looked at his wrist, holding the one up with the green band still on, "Keep that on."

"I promise." He said, giving another kiss to those pouty lips, holding his face in his hands. They pulled apart, and the kid tripped a bit as he left the room after saying goodbye, walking slowly down the stairs and having a good look at the place before his hand came to rest on the leather piece of clothing hanging off the end of the stairs. He bit his lip, and took it into his hands for a moment before putting it on, seeing it was too a bit too big for him, although he didn't care. He chuckled softly, then went out to his Jeep.

He walked into school that next morning, backpack hanging from one of his shoulders, leather jacket keeping him warm and making him feel more confident. People looked at him, girls smiled at him, guys stared. Even Danny stopped in his tracks and stared.

"Stiles, you look... amazing. Like, bright and happy and... Where'd you get the jacket?" The taller lacrosse player said, liking the rested look on the kid's face and the new sense of confidence he emitted.

"The one who came through my window." He said, going back to walking, Danny next to him.

"I've never seen anyone in that jacket before. Where are you hiding him?" He asked quietly, both of them walking by a staring Jackson, the older waving to receive a small one back in response. Stiles ignored him all together.

"I'm not hiding him. You just... don't know him." The kid shrugged, remembering how slow he watched Derek shift, the intimacy of the moment, the kiss.

"...Did something happen between you and him? You look too happy just to be in his jacket." They turned the corner, getting closer to English. The smaller teen licked his lips without realizing.

"You don't need to know." Stiles held the door open for him, following into the classroom after, smiling at Scott and Allison before taking his seat in front of them. They were talking, and he didn't feel like interrupting him.

Scott noticed the jacket, the scent of Derek hitting him the moment Stiles walked in the room. He was getting close with Derek? His best friend had told him about the confrontation, and his hand, which his mother had also told him about. Did Stiles forgive the older wolf just like that? It had only been a week.

Class started, and they took notes, slipping in a text message or two when the teacher would take a sip of her coffee or taking a break to turn the page and find her next line. Stiles already had most of the notes from reading ahead, but he took a few extras anyway. His phone was buzzing in his pocket and he reached for it, seeing a text from Danny, and another from Scott.

Scott (Mobile):
What's up with you in Derek's jacket?

Stiles (Mobile):
It's cold. He let me wear it.

Danny (Mobile):
Come on, tell me something.

Stiles (Mobile):
I like cheeseburgers.

Scott (Mobile):
Stiles, tell me what happened.

Stiles (Mobile):
You don't want to know.

Truthfully, he didn't want to tell Scott about Derek. He wanted to keep the special shift between him and the older wolf, not to mention everything after that. It was the most intimate thing he'd ever done, and he didn't want to talk about it. Derek hadn't hurt him, so why was his best friend concerned? Sure, his hand was still bandaged up, but his clumsiness was to be blamed for that. It wasn't Derek's fault.

Scott (Mobile):
I do. One day you're all mad at him, and then you're coming to school in his clothes?

Stiles (Mobile):
I haven't forgiven him, if that's what you're thinking.

Danny (Mobile):
Stiles!

Stiles (Mobile):
Danny!

Scott (Mobile):
Then why are you wearing his clothes?

Stiles (Mobile):
Because I'm special!

"Mr. Stilinski. No phones in class, go get a detention slip in the office." The teacher told him sternly, hands on her hips. He sighed and collected his things, giving a look to Scott and Danny before leaving the room.

He walked slowly down the very empty hallway, everyone else in class. His phone vibrated in his hand and he looked, two more texts, probably the guys saying sorry. He decided not to read them yet. He slipped it into his jeans pocket as he walked by the locker room, and was suddenly pulled in, being slammed against the lockers. He grunted, looking around for the offender when he was met face to face with him. He gasped.

"Did you really think you can prance around in a cute little outfit and I wouldn't notice? Or all the times you thought I didn't notice when you looked at me in here? What were you looking to see, Stilinski?" He growled, pressing against Stiles. The kid moved to push him away, but hands on his wrists were pinning them back on either side of his head, pain coursing through his bandaged hand.

"J-Jackson, what are you t-talking about? Let me go, you're h-hurting me." Stiles tried again to push himself away from the lockers, and the jock groaned lowly, pressing his hips against the other teen, hearing him squeak. The quirky teen panicked as he felt something poking him in the inner thigh. He wanted Jackson away from him, right now.

"You know what I'm talking about, Stiles!" He raised his voice, frustration overtaking him more second by second, "You like guys, don't you? You check other guys out, I've seen you. And you ignored me today. I can't take it anymore."

"H-How did you...? Jackson, y-you can't tell anyone. Just please leave m-me alon-" He was cut off, lips on his, moving with hunger, hands gripping him harder, hips thrusting up against him. Stiles didn't move. He didn't know what to do. He tried to keep his mouth shut, but a thigh up against his crotch made him gasp, and Jackson's tongue invaded his mouth, taking what it wanted. He mustered up the strength and ignored the pain in his hand, pushing the jock away as his eyes started to water.

Jackson looked angry, but satisfied with himself. He moved forward again and caressed the kid's cheek, feeling him slap his hand away. He returned it with a slap to his face. Stiles sobbed and slipped down onto the floor, hugging his knees to his chest, feeling overwhelmed and violated.

"Keep yourself in check, Stiles. You don't want to speak up to me again like you did yesterday," Jackson told him softly, "And if you do, you'll see what it's like to have that pretty little mouth properly fucked."

He sobbed again as soon as the other was gone, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, the taste of Jackson bitter to him. Tears streamed down his face, and he couldn't get up, didn't know what to do. After a few moments, he willed himself to get off the floor, his head feeling dizzy and a horrible feeling in his stomach settled, making him feel sick. He shakily made his way to the door, wiping his eyes on his hands before leaving the locker room. He didn't go back to class, instead he went as fast as he could to his car, climbing in and slipping off Derek's jacket, sobbing into the long sleeves of his flannel shirt, laying his arms over the steering wheel. He cried himself hoarse, and took his keys and shoved them in the ignition, knowing it was dangerous for him to be driving like this, not that he cared. He left the school, driving to the only place where he thought he could go without being judged.

"D-Derek!" He called, walking into the house, jacket held to his chest, voice sounding broken as it echoed throughout the house. The wolf was visible in seconds flat, running down the stairs to him, looking worried.

"What happened?" He asked, coming up to the boy, a feeling instantly hitting him, "Someone hurt you. Who was it? What did they do to you?"

"J-Jackson cornered me in the locker room, he threatened me and... a-and he kissed me. I-I don't like him like that, though. I like you. I'm sorry, Derek." Stiles hiccuped, tears staining his face, eyes red and puffy.

The wolf took him into his arms, holding him tight against his chest, "It's okay, Stiles. It's okay. Did he do anything else?"

"He hit me and t-told me not to speak up to him a-anymore or..."

"Or what?"

"Or I'd see what it's like to get my pretty little mouth properly fucked."

Derek saw red. No one should talk to the other teen like that. Especially someone like Jackson. His arms tightened on Stiles, and he lifted him up into his arms, carrying him upstairs. He sniffled and held to the older teen, finding himself being brought to the same room as yesterday, sitting him down on the bed. The wolf let go of him to run and tell Jackson exactly what he could do if he ever talked to Stiles like that again, but a hand on his arm stopped him.

"D-Don't leave me." The smaller teen whimpered, setting the jacket to the side, seeing his eyes glowing that beautiful icy color, seeing he was upset and rigid all over, "Keep me warm."

Derek knew he was begging him to stay, not to leave him and kill Jackson. He sighed, and gently pushed Stiles back onto the bed, laying down next to him and hugging him close. The kid cuddled into his arms, a few stray tears bleeding onto the wolf's dark pullover hoodie. He hadn't even noticed it until now. He gently moved his non bandaged hand down to the hem, letting his hand slip under it and the shirt underneath, onto the warm skin of his abdomen. He instantly felt closer to him, and he sighed in contentment. The other's hands rubbed his back, taking his jacket and draping it over him, hand moving under the fabric of his flannel, surprised to feel no undershirt and slightly chilled skin.

"I won't let him hurt you anymore." Derek whispered to him, a plan forming in his head, pulling his sleeve over his free hand and leaning back slightly to wipe away the tears from the kid's face, hating to see those wonderful brown eyes sad and red.

"How are you gonna do that?" He asked quietly, under a whisper as the hand was on his face, but he was sure the wolf heard him. He already knew he'd be taken care of, but he wanted to make sure no more bodies would turn up.

"You'll see. Just relax for now." The wolf assured.

Stiles nodded and let his eyes drift shut, nuzzling back into him, feeling gently along the other's skin. It was softer than he expected. It made him curious. He traced his around his bellybutton, then down the almost non existent trail of hair that delved into his jeans. He let his fingers ghost up and onto his hip, remembering how Derek did it to him, hearing a soft hum of approval from the older teen, making him want to do more. His hand drifted down, bypassing the other's belt to gently cup him through the thick fabric of his jeans. The wolf reacted with a gasp, backing his hips away, biting his lip when Stiles didn't back off, holding his very warm hand there.

"S-Stiles, you don't have to do that." He said, trying to ignore how his fingers moved without knowing exactly what to do, palm warm and strong against him, making him hard in seconds.

"I'm curious... What happens when you get turned on?" He asked, opting for another learning experience to make him feel better, and to see what Derek looked like all hot and bothered.

"You're always wanting to learn, aren't you?" The wolf tried to keep his voice leveled, hips shifting slightly against the hand.

"I can concentrate when I'm with you." He said quietly, leaning closer into him, pressing their chests together, his own hips pressing against the back of his hand as he started rubbing him, wondering the reaction he'd get. The wolf bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, his eyes flashing blue.

"Stiles, stop it." Derek told him sternly, a bit desperately. He wanted to comfort the kid, not lose control and fuck him senseless. He felt overly sensitive again, just like during his shift, the other's hand like fire over him, touching him like he wanted to touch Stiles.

"B-But Derek..." He felt adrenaline shoot through him, also nervousness. He didn't want to listen to being told to stop, he wanted to keep his hand there and soak in that he was touching him like that, making him feel good. He added slight pressure.

The wolf groaned, hips jerking forward without permission, egging the smaller teen on as he moved his other hand to his belt, trying to unbuckle it while ignoring the pain it cause. He wanted to touch Derek without anything in his way. The older teen growled lowly, grabbing his hands and forcing them away, climbing on top of the other teen and holding him still. It startled Stiles, but a load of arousal ran throughout his whole body, spine and other body parts tingling in pleasure at the way Derek's eyes were starting to glow, breathing heavy.

"When I shifted, do you know how it felt?"

Stiles shook his head a little, noticing the way the other's hips twitched, like he was holding back getting closer.

"It was different than all the other times. I was so sensitive under your touch, and it was the most intimate and special thing that's ever happened to me. There was so much happening inside me, and yet I could hold back just enough with your voice telling me you were okay. Why do you do that to me?" Derek said, begging for an answer he knew the kid wouldn't have.

Stiles opened his mouth to answer, but didn't know what to say. He didn't know the wolf was going through this, and it shocked him when his canines came out, eyes flaring as he whimpered and moved away. The kid sat up to see him move to the edge of the mattress and pull his knees to his chest, head down while he concentrated on coming back to himself. He crawled over to him, setting a hand on the side of his face.

"You don't want a monster like me, Stiles. You really don't." He said quietly, eyes not meeting those beautiful sandy browns.

"You're not a monster, Derek. You were never a monster to me," The younger teen crawled in between his legs, both hands holding the other's face, extra teeth making him smile a bit, "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met, wolf attached."

He looked up at Stiles then, hearing his heartbeat steady and unwavering. The kid leaned his head to the side a bit, gently kissing the wolf's lips regardless of the sharp canines, opening his eyes after to see them sink back into Derek's mouth. He smiled softly. He met the normal blue-green eyes, a shaky and relieved breath being let out and arms wrapped around him. Pulling him closer and into a kiss, tongues clashing as soon as they could, a moan of "I forgive you" being mixed in, and the older teen had him pinned back to the mattress in seconds.