Stiles parked his jeep next to Derek's Camaro. It had been a four days since the teen had seen the werewolf. Four days and Stiles was starting to go insane. Derek hadn't called at all or responded to his calls. He looked out of the window and stared at his mate's home. Derek didn't live here and he was glad because it worried Stiles. The house wasn't exactly livable. Instead Derek used it as a thinking place and as a training ground. Stiles liked to call it "Derek's Sanctuary." Stiles hopped out his jeep and slammed the door shut. "Derek," Stiles called out.

Nothing.

The teen jammed his hands into his pocket as he walked towards the front door. His eyes scanning the area and his ears on high alert, something Derek told him to do when he was alone. Stiles of course just told Derek to turn him but Derek refused. Instead Stiles got to join in every once in a while during the Hale Pack's training session. "Derek I know you're here," Stiles called out again.

Stiles was met with silence once again.

"Derek this isn't-!"

Stiles felt a body slam gently into his side. The teen suddenly found himself on the ground looking up at a pair of green eyes and a grinning Derek. "Got you," Derek smirked.

"Derek, that wasn't funny!"

"I found it hilarious," Derek grinned as he moved to sit up.

Stiles reached his hand up, grabbing at Derek's shirt he pulled his mate in for a kiss. Derek growled when Stiles began to assert dominance. Derek's hand reached pinning Stiles down at the teen's waist, nipping at the brunette's bottom lip. "Don't think so," he growled.

"You owe me," Stiles groaned out, "Der please."

"Mmm," Derek whispered as he loosened his grip and turned them over so Stiles was now on top.

Stiles eyes widened.

Derek grinned, lips by Stiles ear he whispered voice laced with lust, "Well, Sty?"

The statement caused Stiles to snap back to reality. He leaned down crushing his lips against Derek, teeth pulling at his mate's bottom lip. Derek gasped and tongue clashed against tongue. Stiles hands gripped at Derek's waist, hips grinding down against the older males.

"Fuck," Derek groaned.

Stiles tore his lips away from Derek, trailing a kiss down to the lycan's neck. Derek's hands flew up gripping at Stiles arms trying to lift his hips to meet Stiles' thrusts. "Ah Stiles," Derek moaned.

Derek began to squirm under the teen, head thrashing side to side. His senses in overdrive as his mate continue to grind at a slow place. And Derek couldn't reciprocate, for some unknown reason the teen had a deadly hold on him. The lycan's grip on Stiles tightened as he tried to increase the friction of the teen's thrust. "God damn Stiles," he gasped out, "Fucking move faster."

Stiles grinned. "Please."

Derek growled. "Damn you."

"I want you to beg for it."

"No way," Derek groaned

Stiles kissed at Derek's neck, sucking at the flesh. "Stiles," Derek pleaded.

Stiles nodded his grip on Derek loosening and Derek let out a rough growl. Derek lifted his hips up and let out a shaky breathe. Their thrusts began to increase. Derek zoned in on Stiles breathing and heart rate. The teen was close. They were both close and it was now or never. "Stiles, listen to me," Derek managed out.

Stiles nodded.

"Want you to mark me again," Derek breathed.

"What, but doesn't it-"

"God, Stiles, I'm close and before that happens I need you to mark me again!" Derek growled out.

Stiles nodded, breathing against the werewolf's neck. "Now Stiles, please!" Derek groaned.

Stiles bit at Derek's neck, teeth pulling at the skin, tongue lathing over the mark. Derek let out a moan and Stiles repeated the action. Biting down and pulling at the skin, eyes shut tight the teen came with a cry, followed by Derek who let out a rough howl. The teen collapsed on top of Derek, head nuzzling into the man's chest. "I love you," Derek mumbled.

"Mmm, love you too," Stiles

"Want to show you something," Derek whispered.

"What?"

Derek reached a hand up, placing it underneath the teen's chin. "Look up, at my neck."

Stiles looked up head cocked to the side he was shocked to see the mark that he made was still there. "How?"

"I figured since I was always leaving marks on your body, I thought that maybe you'd like to know what it's like to see a mark that you've made on me."

"Thanks."

Derek is the alpha in both senses. He is the alpha of the Hale Pack and he is the alpha in the relationship. Stiles, he doesn't mind being dominated by Derek but that doesn't mean he tries to take over. And once in a while, Derek will let that happen. Though the werewolf doesn't like to admit it, he loved it when the teen dominates him. "Hey," Stiles whispered.

"Hmmm."

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For letting me you know, go all alpha on you."

Derek grinned. "Derek Law number two."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that one."

"Derek Law number two, Derek may be the alpha but Stiles can be on some occasions." Derek stated "I don't get how you can forget that one, you made that one."

"I don't know, slipped my mind in the heat of the moment."

Derek laughed. "A lot of things slip your mind, even when they aren't in the heat of the moment."