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Stiles couldn't believe what he was doing.

It was late at night and he knew he should have been home, in bed, passed out, but he wasn't; instead he was out in the woods running hand in hand with Derek only a few more feet away until they make it to the Mill and once they made it Derek pushed the back door opened and they both walked in.

Derek smiled and pulled Stiles into passionate kiss in which Stiles gladly responded to but then pulled away last minute.

Derek made a face but still asked the younger counter part what was wrong.

Stiles studied his face for a minute; Derek's soft, subtle pink lips and luscious locks scattered all around framing his perfect face. Beautiful.

"Why do you like me?"

Derek was taken back by the question; Had Stiles not known how important he was in the young werewolf's life? He understood that they had their issues at times but he wouldn't put up with Stiles if he hadn't cared or …You get what he means….

" What's that suppose to mean?" Derek asked, worried and some what suspicious.

Stiles stared deeply into Derek's beautiful blue,green irises and grinned," Why do you like me?" He asked again.

" I like you."* He replied.

Stiles grin grew even wider and his eyes fell to his shoes, he suddenly felt shy.

The next day Derek was in the middle of Social Studies class when he heard it.

The sweet melodic sound of the cello being strung, and he knew who was playing as he stared at the ground focusing on Stiles music.

Stiles was playing his cello when he felt someone's eyes on him.

He stopped.

"What are you doing here?" He asked Derek as he turned his head to give him a loving smile.

There stood Derek by the corridor shaking his head," I'm not staying, I'm listening."

Stiles let out a breath .

" Am I distracting you?" Derek asked.

" No…I have laser-like vision." Stiles said as he began to play.

Derek smirked, an idea forming in his head," You sure about that?

Stiles closed his eyes trying to focus on the chords and notes on his sheets when he heard the steps approaching him.

Derek's hands softly grazed Stiles arm, dragging up to his shoulder painfully, but was even worse was how Derek leaned in, his hot breath giving Stiles the chills but he held in the shudder and pushed back messy front of Stiles hair and nibbled on the tip of his ears.

Derek smelled the growing arousal from the boy and felt his own little fire starting to burn so quickly he sat beside Stiles and Stiles turned to him.

"I hate you." He knew it was a lie, but it still hurt.

" No you don't. You love me."

" Hate you."

Derek felt something in the pit of stomach and an ache in his heart.

"You love me." This time it sounded more pleading and Stiles felt what Derek was feeling too and nodded his head in agreement; He loved Derek, he really did.

Derek then suddenly pulled Stiles into a passionate kiss like the other night.

He knew he had won.