Monkey: Instead of doing my essays for class, I do this. Instead of focusing on my other stories, I focus on this one.

But I found myself liking this story more and more as I write it because I really have no idea where I'm going with this, and I'm just making it up as I go along :D

And seriously, if you guys have any ideas or want to see something here, tell me~ Really, I'm open to any ideas :)

"Stiles," Derek called out from his bedroom.

That voice of his, so seductive sounding, even when Derek wasn't trying to be. Not that he had to try to be seductive or sexy, he practically walked around with a giant sign over his head saying "I'M SEXY AND YOU ALL WANT ME."

Summed things up pretty well.

Stiles' heart skipped a beat when he heard Derek. Sure he was expecting something like feeding Derek grapes while fanning him with a palm branch, but that had yet to happen. He darted his tongue out to lick his lips, a habit he had recently acquired after this turn of events.

He was going to build a shrine to Lydia after this was all over. She was his new goddess come to help him get into Derek's bed.

Now though, he had to get busy and do whatever Derek was about to tell him to do.

He didn't know what that would be, but he figured since Derek was calling him from his room, it was going to be something Stiles was going to like.

He hoped it would be something he liked.

He walked into the actor's room and his jaw dropped. Derek had just stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

God. Those abs. That chest. Those legs. That body.

Hot fuck.

Derek waved a hand in front of his face before Stiles' thoughts started… showing. "Are you listening to me?"

"Uh… what?"

He rolled his green eyes and repeated the question. "Do you want to have sex with me?"

"—iles? Stiles!"

"YES! I mean, what?" Stiles blinked quickly and looked around. He blushed when he realized he was being watched by not only the people immediately near me, but also the entire student union.

Lydia was staring at him with a smirk while Scott and Allison were smiling slightly at him, almost like they were a little nervous.

And Derek was still standing less than two feet from him staring at him with an eyebrow raised looking unhappy.

"What?"

Derek rolled his eyes—oh look, déjà vu—and repeated the question. "With you working for me, you need to understand what that means. Do you?"

Stiles blinked. "Do I? What are the conditions?"

"You will be working for me, like a personal assistant, until you have worked enough to pay off the damages to my car. Which means that when I need something, you will be the one to get it for me."

"That's great. Awesome. Cool. So how long am I supposed to work for you?"

Lydia stepped in front of Derek before he could answer. "I'd say until the end of the semester if you work everyday. It's not exact, but that should be enough for Derek. Right?" She looked up at him and gave him a beautiful smile.

Derek stared at her before looking at Stiles and nodding.

That was nearly four months of getting to be with Derek, he liked that.

"Sweet." Stiles nodded more times than was probably necessary before looking at the royalty in front of him curiously. "So when exactly do I start working for you…?"

"Right now."

That right now was taken literally and Stiles trailed behind Lydia and Derek as they walked the beauty to her next class.

Unfortunately Stiles was unaware of what exactly Derek meant by personal assistant so he stayed a little too close to Derek at all times. The problem with that? Nothing, except when Stiles' mind wandered and he would bump into Derek who would stop walking to let a school cart pass through.

Derek ignored it the first time.

The second time, he glared at him.

By the fourth time, Lydia was giggling and Derek looked irritated.

By the sixth time—

"Do you know what the words personal space mean?" Derek snapped.

Stiles stopped walking and stepped back a bit. "Yes?"

"Good. Give me some."

Oh God, those words. No Stiles, bad! He was getting the chance to work for his crush (did that sound a little odd to anyone else? Maybe this kind of relationship wouldn't be too healthy for him…) and he wasn't about to lose it because he was being well, himself and thinking about joining the sexy Derek Hale in bed.

"Down boy." Lydia said as the three of them came to a stop in front of the physics building. "Try not to kill your new assistant, Derek."

Derek practically growled and Stiles grinned sheepishly. Lydia waved goodbye to them and once she was in the building, Derek turned to look at Stiles.

"You're off the hook for the rest of the day. I'll text you if I need something." Derek didn't wait for a response and started walking away.

"Wait, your car is still in the shop right, do you need a ride?"

"Nope. Riding with Danny." Derek gave him a half-assed wave without looking back and made his way towards the parking garage where he was going to meet up with his friend.

Danny.

It had to be freaking Danny Mahealani. Of course. Everyone loved Danny.

Hell, even Stiles loved Danny. He was just an awesome guy that got along with everyone.

So then what was the problem?

The problem was that he was gay.

Whoa. Wait. No, that didn't come out right.

The problem was that he was friends with Derek who was every gay man's wet dream come to life and he was taking him home!

Alright, so maybe Stiles read too much into certain things found on certain websites whenever Danny came up, because he was close with both Lydia and Derek. Geez, their group of friends was so odd.

But seriously, Danny was one lucky man.

Stiles ran a hand through his short hair and sighed. What to do now? Glancing at his phone for the time, he saw he had about an hour left before Scott got out of his class so the two could find Isaac and go to chemistry together.

He noticed Derek was nowhere to be seen.

Stiles did have an essay to write, so maybe he could kill time at the library.

"Stiles, are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?" Scott asked as he and Stiles made their way across campus after they met up later that day.

"Honestly? Not at all. But come on, I'm getting the chance of a lifetime here, how many other people get to work with Derek like this?" Stiles replied, scanning through his chemistry textbook in case they had a pop quiz today. Professor Harris tended to give them those at least once a week, and they were due for one soon.

"Um, all of his coworkers in the movies he's in?"

"Way to pop my bubble there, buddy."

"Sorry man."

"Someone popped your bubble, Stiles? Sounds dirty." Isaac said from behind them. He caught up with them and gave an innocent grin.

Stiles rolled his eyes and pointed at him, waving his hand around as he spoke. "Ok you? Not allowed to be sarcastic like that. Ever. It's scaring me." Isaac snickered but nodded.

Scott's phone went off signaling he had a message from Allison. He read it for a bit before grinning. "Hey Stiles, look at this."

He showed him his phone and Stiles looked at it curiously for a second before his jaw dropped. "I made the news? As Derek's new slave? What is this, how is this? This happened like an hour—wait a minute, his new slave? There was an old one?"

"Hey Stiles!"

Ah jeez, Stiles was really starting to dislike when someone called out his name. He looked back and paled.

There was like one-fourth of Derek's fanclub standing there looking like an army. They didn't look happy with him.

Well duh. He figured most people would kill to be in his position.

Hell, he'd kill to be in this position—but he couldn't tell his father that of course.

"I think you'd better run." Isaac spoke up, facing Stiles but keeping his eyes on the girls. And boys. Huh. Well look at that, Stiles isn't Derek's only fanboy.

"I agree." Scott added, slowly putting his phone away. The three of them were cautious for sudden movement, thinking the fanclub would attack suddenly like a snake. Or a big pile of snakes.

Stiles swallowed loudly. Could they smell fear? They probably could.

He wasted a couple more seconds on blinking and breathing and then he made a mad run for it towards his class. At least in there he'd be safe!

Unless Prof. Harris was being mean to him again and threw him out to the fanclub.

Stiles looked back and saw Isaac and Scott were laughing at him as the mob chased after him. Those bastards. Stiles would get his revenge. But for now, he had an angry mob to run from and go into a class he hated where the teacher also hated him.

Well, this was going to be fun.

Chemistry was hell. More so than usual. Not only did Stiles completely zone out again and had to guess his way through that pop quiz he saw coming, but after class, that demonic fanclub was back.

Really? This shit only happened in the movies. And his life was definitely not a movie. He would know, because otherwise he and Derek would already be together and he wouldn't have to be running for his life like he was then.

Stiles had honestly never run so much in his life before, not even when he did suicide runs with Scott and Isaac back when they were in high school and did lacrosse together.

Stiles had to hide out in Scott's car until he came by so he could drop him off at home until he got his jeep back.

When he finally got home, his father questioned him about Derek.

"Oh yeah, that, yeah we're good, we worked something out for how I'm going to pay for the damages to his car so don't worry about a thing dad, I've got everything taken care of."

Maybe.

Even his father looked like he didn't believe him.

Three hours of homework hell later and Stiles was ready to call it a night. He was exhausted and he was pretty sure he would be feeling ten kinds of sore come the morning.

He completed his night routine and threw himself onto the bed. He closed his eyes and was sure he'd be out in seconds, but his phone went off.

Reaching lazily for it until he remembered that he was supposed to be at Derek's beck and call and this could possibly be him, he sat up and unlocked his phone.

It was a text from a number he didn't have stored in his contacts.

It's Lydia. I got your number from Derek's phone. You may be working for Derek but you're probably going to get half your orders from me. Like now, we ran out of coffee tonight so in the morning, I want you to be here when we wake up with some coffee for us because we can't function in the mornings without it. And just to let you know, we have to be up by seven, so come around six-thirty. You'll be taking us to school tomorrow. I'll send you our address later. With this job comes secrecy. Any publicity stunt or paparazzi attempts and we will skin you alive.

Also, you have no idea what you've agreed to for the next four months. :)

Stiles reread the last sentence of her text. That smiley face at the end probably made it ten times scarier than without it.

No, he didn't know what he was getting himself into, but he hoped things ended well. Or that things ended in bed. Preferably Derek's bed, with Derek in it. Naked. On top of—

Ok he was getting off topic.

Coffee. Tomorrow morning. By seven. Which meant sleep, now.

And he quickly fell asleep, with a certain Greek god haunting his dreams all night long.

Stiles made it to the large apartment by six-fifteen. He texted Isaac and asked to borrow his car for the day and Isaac agreed, figuring he could just carpool with Scott.

Although Isaac only agreed after he was awake enough to understand the mile a minute talk Stiles was giving off.

Ok, so he had been nervous he'd oversleep, but at some point during the night, he managed to set six alarms just to be on the safe side. Lydia had sent him their address around two in the morning which made Stiles wonder about the messed up sleeping schedule these two had.

She mentioned a spare key under a potted plant by the front door and he found it and walked in really early in the morning with some coffee for the two actors. He did some research in the morning and found out both of their favorite kinds of coffee and made sure to get those, along with a couple of pastries to go with their breakfast. So it seemed that even though he was technically working for Derek, he would have to cater to every whim Lydia had as well. Not that he honestly minded because seriously, who wouldn't want to hang around beautiful people like this?

He dropped his backpack on the ground by the closed door and made his way to the dinner table. "Hey guys, I'm here! And brought you some coffee to wake you up!" he wondered what he should do in this case.

Was he expected to go wake up them up too?

He set the coffees and the bag he miraculously managed to carry at once without dropping anything on the table.

Someone yawned behind him and he turned around, a smile appearing on his face.
"Morning Derek."

The actor's hair was wild this morning. Stiles thought his bedhead looked adorable. And extremely hot. His green eyes showed he was still tired and he walked slowly towards him. He was wearing a tank and some sweatpants. It was incredibly sexy.

Stiles made sure to snap a mental picture to save for later.

"Morn'," Derek stared at Stiles and he felt himself blush. That tired, half-lidded look Derek was giving him, oh if only he could give him that look in another context.

Stiles reached out to get Derek's coffee and gave it to him.

Derek made a sound of acknowledgment and started downing the coffee.

The beautiful Lydia Martin came walking sleepily into the dining room and Stiles' smile faltered for a second. She looked as flawless as ever; Stiles had to wonder if she was even human. The problem was what she had on. She was wearing one of Derek's t-shirts. It was fairly large on her, going all the way down to her mid-thigh. It looked like that was all she was wearing. She looked sexy too in all honesty but Stiles always heard rumors about these two and seeing this didn't help.

He handed Lydia her coffee with a shaky hand and watched her stare at it like it was the greatest thing on the planet.

Considering these two definitely did not look like morning people no matter their appearance, it probably was.

"So are..." Stiles swallowed and scratched the back of his neck nervously. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten himself some coffee and drank it on the way there. "Are… the two of you—"

"Stop right there." Derek spoke after nearly finishing his drink. He gave Stiles a dark look as if asking why Stiles was being Stiles so early in the morning.

"Don't even finish that thought." Lydia said at the same time.

Ah, looks like they were both coherent now.

And oddly psychic.

Oh, that couldn't be good for him. Especially if Derek could see the thoughts running around in his head. That restraining order sounded a lot more likely now.

"He is like my brother," Lydia said after a moment. "That would be like incest."

Derek nodded and finished the last bit of his coffee. "Agreed."

Stiles let out a small sigh. Derek didn't notice, but Lydia did. She smirked. And Stiles was scared.

Very scared.

There was no telling what she was capable of, especially if she had figured out he had a man crush on his new boss.

Stiles got some courage and decided to go a little further while he still could. "So in the movies—"

"I couldn't look at her for days," Derek cut him off.

Lydia laughed. "I couldn't look at him for days without gagging." She smiled at Derek when he rolled his eyes at her.

Really, these two would probably mean the end of him. Oddly enough, Stiles was ok with that.

Derek looked at the bag of pastries Stiles had and the brunette quickly handed it to him. Derek looked inside and pulled out the donut.

"Thanks." He took a bite and gave the bag to Lydia before heading back into his room. After the door closed, Lydia looked at the pastry inside the bag and smiled at him. It was a smile that Stiles couldn't figure out if he had to be scared of or not.

"Maybe it's a good thing you hit Derek's car." Without bothering to wait for a reply, she walked in the same direction Derek went in but she walked into a different room and closed the door.

Stiles let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

This was going to take some getting used to, but if he could see Derek looking like that every morning, he was all for this turn of events.

After all, he had things covered. He would work for them—yes them, it was now a package deal—until the end of the semester and then all would be well.

Maybe it'd be quicker just to acquire the money and pay Derek back, but Stiles always complained that his life was rather on the dull side, so maybe this was exactly what he needed to get a little spice thrown in there.

He was lost in his thoughts when Derek and Lydia came back out twenty minutes later looking like the king and queen they were.

Derek stared at Stiles and shook his head. He had a feeling Stiles wouldn't be that great of an assistant at first because of his ability to constantly daydream.

Lydia snapped her fingers in front of Stiles' face and smiled when she scared him. "Stiles," Lydia began. He stood up straighter as she circled around him, looking at him with a careful eye. Stiles was suddenly reminded of a lioness circling around her prey. Although that would be counterproductive since the lioness likes to kill first and not play with her food. Ok, he needed to stop thinking about that stuff before he scared himself. "You need a new wardrobe. And you need to grow your hair out a bit."

"What? Why?" What was wrong with his clothes? They were comfy, and he liked them. And his hair? It was more manageable this way. He liked his buzzcut.

Derek shook his head. "Don't question her and just do what she says. She knows what she's talking about."

Lydia smiled that beautiful smile of hers—she was always smiling, that was either really good or really bad—to Stiles and linked her arm through his. "We're going shopping today."

"Who's we?"

"The three of us. After we're all done with class. Derek, you're coming to."

"No." He checked through his backpack one last time as they headed towards the door.

"Yes."

"No. Last time I went shopping with you the bags wouldn't even fit in my car. I took two trips. Then when I came back, you somehow had even more bags with you."

Stiles paled slightly. He knew that girls were bad when they went shopping, but that was horrifying.

"I was bored waiting for you, and you left me your credit card."

Stiles didn't know whether to laugh or feel sorry for Derek. He opted to just grin and watch the exchange.

"I know but you could've—what. You used my credit card?" Derek's eyes widened as he started doing mental calculations wondering how much she had blown through with that hellish shopping trip.

Lydia smirked. "I'm just surprised you never caught on."

"You bought half the mall."

"Exactly." She turned to look up at Stiles and pulled him along. "Come on now, you're taking us to school and I don't want to be late."

Maybe he really didn't know what he was getting himself into.

Monkey: So yeah, hope you guys liked it :) this is like the intro to me torturing Stiles... I mean, him working for Derek lol

So what do you guys want to see happen? :D