Guys! Sup! It has been a while. Yeah.

I'm so sorry for the lack of updates in this story.
I have the laws all written out, I just can't get them to write.
I have chapters, well "chapters" that are just going nowhere sitting in my hard drive.

I've actually had this written for a while. It has been sitting on my hard drive and I've rehashed it so many times. And today, I was reading through and something, well something clicked. To mention that I got the inspiration from my outing today. Which now that I look at it, I wonder how it got me conjure such thoughts in my brain.

Anyways. I was reading through and I was like, okay, I think I can make this work. And then as I continued typing the story went a whole different route then it was supposed to.

Moving On.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, nor do I own the Characters. I own the Derek Laws though. Yes I do.

Summary: Stiles comes up with a new Derek Law. This one, being the eighth Derek Law.

Derek's wardrobe, wasn't very colorful. In fact, he didn't own any colored shirts at all what so ever. He only owned, as Stiles would call it, shades. Black, white and grey. That was all. Nothing else. Nothing more. Stiles didn't mind, hell, Derek looked good in whatever he wore. But for the love that is almighty would it kill him to wear something that was well, not so, depressing.

But nope. Which is why, right now, Stiles found himself in a sticky situation. Because Derek, also hated wearing ties.

"I don't understand why I have to wear this," Derek grumbled.

"Because you have to and because I said so and because well you need to look nice."

Derek crossed his arms, "Are you implying that I don't look nice?"

"No, you look very nice all the time."

"Then why do I have to wear this!"

"You're not going to win this argument."

Derek's huffed, "Yes I am."

Stiles sighed as he looked up at his mate. The lycan was standing in the middle of the room, arms across his chest and a pout on his face. Much like a three year old throwing a tantrum. The two were currently getting ready to go to the Argent's house. Derek didn't mind, after all Chris and him were on good terms. They were going over for a pack meeting but Mrs. Argent suggested they stay for dinner as well. Derek didn't mind having dinner there, but for some unknown reason that this was a formal dinner. Which didn't make sense, pack meetings in formal wear was just plain weird. Also because the lycan wasn't a fan of formal wear. It was too constricting, and there was the fact that he couldn't wear his leather jacket. Which he might add was against Derek Law number three. Oh and also the fact that he had to wear a tie. Wearing a button up the lycan could handle, even though he hated it with a passion. But ties, Derek didn't do ties.

They lycan glowered at the green tie in Stiles' hand. Who ever invented ties need to be punished, those things were so confusing. I mean why would you wear something so constricting and it just didn't make sense at all. "Do I have to wear the tie?"

Stiles nodded, "Yes, yes you have too."

"I am not a child!"

"And I'm instilling Derek Law number two here!"

Derek growled, "OVERRULED!"

"How?"

"That law doesn't apply here," Derek growled.

Stiles rolled his eyes, "You're wearing the tie."

Stiles didn't give Derek a chance to answer because he was already slinging the silk material around his mate's neck. "There, you look great," he grinned.

Derek scowled, "No I don't."

"Just tie the tie Derek so we can head out."

Derek licked at his lips, "I-I.."

"You don't know how do you?" Stiles asked, eyes wide, a grin on his face.

"Shut up," Derek mumbled.

The brunette shook his head as he gripped the material in his hands. He leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on Derek's lips. He then made quick work of looping and tying till he was adjusting the tie around Derek's neck. "Ta-da," he said, "all done."

Derek looked down then up at Stiles, "It's constricting."

"I made sure it was loose," Stiles sighed, loudly, "besides you're just saying that."

"I still don't like it."

The teen exhaled loudly. "You are acting like a child."

"Am not!"

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Still acting like a child."

"I'm so going to punish you later."

"You go ahead and do that," Stiles yelled as he walked away.

Derek's eyes bleed red as he watched his mates retreating form, "Oh I will."

Derek entered the Argent's house, of course after he exchanged pleasantries with Mrs. Argent. Stiles ran off to the kitchen and he could hear the teen talking too Danny. Derek navigated his way to the family room where they usually held their pack meetings. Chris was seated on the couch and the Sheriff was seated in the arm chair. Both were dressed in similar attire, white buttons up but their ties were hung loosely around their necks. "Evening," Derek grumbled as he sat down next to Chris.

"You look nice Derek," Chris said with a smirk

Derek huffed, "It's ridiculous." He turned to the Sheriff, "Mr. Stilinski, I'm sorry but your son, he's a pain in the ass sometimes."

The Sheriff laughed, "So am I to assume he convinced you to wear that?"

Derek nodded, "The button up I don't mind, but the tie, god it's aggravating."

"Well undo it," Chris said, "come on now Derek."

"Can't, Stiles will be mad."

Chris laughed, "Yes and my wife said the same thing and the minute she walked into that kitchen I untied it."

"Go on son," the Sheriff said, "Don't tell me you're letting Stiles go all Alpha on you."

Derek smirked, oh if only you knew the lycan thought to himself as he reached up and undid the green tie and let it hang loosely around his neck. He let out a sigh. "Better?" the Sheriff asked with a laugh.

"Hell yes," Derek groaned

"Well I guess since you're here we can start the meeting," Chris said.

Derek sighed as entered his apartment. The meeting was short and dinner was actually nice. He left his tie undone throughout dinner, much to Stiles' dismay. He didn't miss the looks of anger his mate sent him from across the table. But screw that, he was the Alpha for heaven's sakes. Never mind Derek Law two, which by the way, was: Derek may be the Alpha but Stiles can be on some occasions. SOME. Key word there. SOME. Occasions. This wasn't one of them. SO HAH on that. Unfortunately for Derek, Stiles didn't think the same way. Because the minute they entered the Alpha's bedroom Stiles was pinning Derek to the door. "What the hell Der?" he growled.

Derek growled, low, threatening as he placed his palms on the door, "Stiles," he ground out.

"No," Stiles barked as he pressed his body closer to Derek, "One thing Der, dear, darling," he breathed, sarcastically, "One thing, wear the tie."

Derek huffed. "I told you," he barked, "I don't like them!"

The Alpha wolf squirmed under Stiles' grip, and he began to get frustrated. For reasons unknown, he could not relinquish himself from his mate's grip. His mate, who is human. And Derek was really trying his hardest too, werewolf strength and all. "You said, that you were going to punish me for making you wear it," Stiles whispered.

Derek inhaled sharply, eyes bleeding red. He could hear it now, smell it, feel it. Stiles was emitting waves of arousal. "But Der," the teen breathed, "I am so punishing you for disobeying me."

Derek could only nod and before he knew it he was being turned around. And Stiles was shoving Derek onto the bed. He felt the tie being slipped out from around his neck, "What are-"

Stiles simply grinned at him and Derek's words were muffled as Stiles gagged his mate with the tie. Derek's eyes widened when Stiles fingers made quick work of untying the black silk material from around his own neck. "Shh," Stiles hushed as grabbed Derek's wrist and bound them together to the headboard.

Derek thrashed about, frustrated that he couldn't break loose, but at the same time, he couldn't help it, he was incredibly turned on by the whole situation. And as Stiles started removing his clothes, the Alpha wolf got to thinking. That maybe, just maybe, ties aren't that bad. Nope not bad at all. Nope, in fact ties, if anything are so damn awesome and useful. They are freaking awesome.

"What the hell was that," Derek breathed once Stiles released him.

"That would be me asserting my Alpha-ness," Stiles answered as he cuddled against his mate.

"That wasn't anything close that," Derek scowled, "you freaking gagged me and you tied me down!"

Stiles made a face, "Oh," he said, "yeah, well…there's a reason why I made you wear the tie."

"You knew, I'd pitch a fit," Derek growled.

"Mhmm," Stiles mumbled, "I also knew you'd untie it the minute we got there."

Derek groaned, "You set me up."

"Yeah, and I regret nothing."

"I hate you."

"Naw Derek," Stiles cried out, dramatically, "you don't mean that."

"Course not," Derek mumbled, "I could never hate you."

Stiles nodded, "Mhmm, on that note, I have a new law for you."

"Do you now?" Derek asked, eye brows raised.

"Mhmm," Stiles hummed.

"Well," Derek breathed, "let me hear it."

"Derek Law Eight, Stiles is allowed to punish Derek for being ridiculous."

Derek growled, "You can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"That is so much like number two!"

Stiles laughed, "Damn you I was hoping you wouldn't notice that."

"Try again," Derek breathed.

Stiles scratched at the back of his head as he thought some more. He suddenly sat up and grinned down at his mate, "I got it."

"Go on?"

"Simple and to the point!"

"Just spit it out already!"

"Ties can be used to bind and gag Derek Hale."

Derek rolled his eyes, "I don't think so."

"Too bad," Stiles grinned, "It's set in stone. No ifs ands or buts about it."

The Alpha wolf groaned, "I hate this one."

Stiles stuck his tongue out in amusement, "I for one thing it has a nice ring to it." He sighed happily, "Derek Law Eight, ties can be used to bind and gag Derek Hale," he said out loud.

"Oh yeah," the teen grinned, "It has a nice ring to it."

Thoughts? Yes? No? Leave a review please?

Oh!

This was inspired by a couple of things.

A friend sent me a fic pertaining to a tie fic, so as I was writing, I subconsciously thought of that fic. And this fic was sent me like, years ago. Like four years ago maybe. I'm not sure. Dang I feel old.

My friends one day, had found a pair of metal handcuffs under my bed. I swear to you, I don't know how they got there, but jokes were thrown around. And they seriously thought I had a kink to tying people down to the bed. I couldn't get out of it, so you know, can't beat them, might as well go along with it. I thought it'd be more hotter if it were ties.

And I think, I read somewhere about Stiles and Derek and Stiles tying the Alpha down. Mhmm.

Oh and this originally was supposed to be just Derek hating wearing colors, but I can't control my brain. And I have no idea how it got to where it got to.