The Incubus found a hotel and rented a room. He sat at the foot of the bed, running his tongue over his lips. He did not fancy men at all; he liked women. He has only ever kissed women, has only ever had sex with women, and he''s only ever killed women. But now every fiber of his being craved the body and blood of that one boy. A sexually frustrated virgin, now that was something he didn't find that often nowadays. He really missed the old days back when everyone was ashamed of their sexual desires, back then sexually frustrated virgins were everywhere. Now people were so relaxed when it came to sex compared to then and he hated it.

He wasn't about to let what could possibly be the best meal of his life escape to get laid by some Alpha wolf. He wasn't lying when he said "this wasn't over", things were far from over. He would get that boy and take him, but what he would enjoy the most would be killing him and watching how it would rip the werewolf apart. The caused him to give a shiver in delight. That body under him, his screams of pain, the smooth soft feeling of his skin, the beautiful red of his blood splashed across the sheets, feeling his mouth with his tongue, and watching the light of life fade from his eyes.

The thought of doing everything to that boy and his suffering caused him to grow aroused. He laid back on his bed, sliding his pants down to his ankles. He didn't wear underwear; in fact he would walk around naked if he could, but people were still uptight about that. He ran his tongue over his hand, masturbating always felt better when it wasn't dry. He wrapped his hand around himself and stroked, taking his time, unlike most human males. He pictured the boy in his mind, seeing him screaming, pleading for his werewolf mate. It was such a beautiful sound, maybe even angelic.

He let out a moan and after a while he came. He stared at the white sticky mess, spreading his fingers and looking at it. He then laughed and cleaned his hand off on the blanket. He was tired now, he had to sleep now. The Incubus crawled into the hotel bed, even though the sheets and blankets had been washed, he could smell the sex on it. Mostly men and women, you could always tell the genders and people who were together, especially if they were in that stupid useless emotion called love. He fell asleep growling softly, his hunger growing.

Derek took Stiles back to his house, sneaking him though his bedroom window before the teenager's father could notice that his son didn't come home. Stiles began to wake up. He quickly sat up gasping loudly. Derek placed his hand on his shoulder. "Stiles it's alright, you're in bed at your house. You're safe", he said, and Stiles looked around just to be sure. Derek felt sick, he could smell that thing all over Stiles skin, it was like that creature was purposely trying to cover his scent. He grabbed Stiles held him against his chest, he guessed this would be considered a hug.

Stiles wrapped his arms around him, burying his face into his shirt. He pressed against him and breathed lightly. "Derek I'm alright," he said, but Derek could hear that he was lying to him. It just caused him to squeeze a little tighter. He laid Stiles down on the bed. Stiles needed to sleep in order to recover from everything that happened to him today. He went to leave so Stiles could rest, but the teenager grabbed him by the back of his jacket. "Don't leave," Stiles said, and pulled him back. Derek allowed himself to be pulled.

"You know I can't stay here. Your father..."

"Derek I really don't care if he finds you and me together right now. I really don't," he said pulling him even closer. Stiles knew that if Derek really wanted to leave he would have just left already, at least that was what the little voice in his head was telling him. With a last pull, Derek was sitting next to him on his bed. Derek pulled his jacket off and let it fall to the floor. He crawled under the covers, and because the bed wasn't really made for more then one person, had to press close against him. Stiles wrapped his arms around him and pressed against him.

They spent the whole night asleep like that. Scott thought about checking on him, but thanks to Allison's newfound knowledge of what was going on between Stiles and Derek, she distracted him for the night to keep him at bay. She knew that those two would need their alone time together.

Morning came and Stiles woke up first, or at least that's what he thought. He opened his eyes, finding that Derek was still in his bed with him. He could have sworn that Derek would have left after he had fallen asleep. He could hear his dad downstairs getting around, he wasn't exactly the quietest person in the world. Stiles looked at Derek's face, his eyes were closed and he was breathing slowly.

"Hey, you need to wake up." Stiles whispered, feeling the arm around his waist get tighter.

"I am awake," he said, and pulled him close, kissing him once, softly and quickly. He got out of the bed, grabbing his jacket off the floor and sliding it back on. Stiles sat up and got out of his bed, he grabbed the front of Derek's jacket pulling him closer and kissing him. "I need to go. I want you to head over to my house as soon as you can." He told him and was gone out the window before Stiles could stop him.

Stiles father walked in shortly after Derek left. "Stiles about your...your boyfriend coming over. I got a day off this Tuesday, he could come over for dinner." The Sheriff said, still very uncomfortable about the whole situation. He then saw his son's split lip and a bruise on the side of his face. He stared at the mark. "What happen to your face?" He asked.

"Scott and I were practicing Lacrosse, and we weren't wearing helmets," he lied. It wasn't like he could be honest with his father anymore. He hated having to lie to him, lying about the bruise and who he was really seeing. He knew very well he couldn't tell his father about Derek. Derek was older than him, and his dad would flip out. After all, he had gotten Derek arrested, He and Scott had said that he was the one who was trying to kill them when they were trapped in the high school. Any father in his right might would lose it if they found out that their child was dating someone they thought was a criminal.

"Stiles you need to wear the helmet, they aren't there just for show," his father told him. Stiles nodded and after a bit more awkward small talk his father left for work. Stiles got into the shower and let the cool water run down his skin, letting it chill him to the bone before he turned the heat up. He dried off and looked at himself in the mirror, at the marks left by both Derek and the Incubus. He touched the ones on his neck. He wished that he knew something about make-up so he could try to cover these up a little.

He got dressed and grabbed a piece of toast before heading out the door. His jeep wasn't there and he grumbled, he went and grabbed his bike. Unlike Scott who could take his bike all the way to Derek's up and down hills and still be ready to go and kick some ass, Stiles was ready to pass out. Those hills were almost the death of him. He didn't understand why no one dropped his jeep off last night. He peddled his bike up the last hill and fell off of it when he reach the top.

Everyone was there already; Scott, Allison, Jackson, Lydia, and Derek's pack. Peter was sitting in front of the laptop, reading about who knows what. Peter was the first to greet Stiles. "Its about time you got here. Derek's upstairs, go ahead." He said smirking. Stiles went to go upstairs but Erica grabbed him and pulled him into what used to be the dining room. She smirked at him.

"You little slut give me all the details right now! How big was it?" She asked and Stiles stared at her confused. She poked at the hickeys, as if to point out what she was talking about. Stiles covered his neck with both hands and blushed, great now she knew too. How long before everyone knew what was going on? "So tell me, how is he? Well equip or what? Come on Stiles don't be so stingy."

"Erica even if I did know I wouldn't tell you!" Stiles said under his breath so no one would hear him. She laughed and looked him right in the eyes.

"So you haven't see it yet. Wait that means you and him haven't had sex yet. Well that sucks I wanted more details then just the kiddy pants rubbing stuff." She said shrugging her her shoulders, disappointed in the lack of action.

"Hey you can't tease me, you're a virgin too!" Stiles pointed out and she started to laugh again but it then changed to anger.

"You think that just because I wasn't the prettiest, that because I had seizures, that I was a virgin. God how wrong you are! My sex drive had always been there, and just because I may not have looked the part back then doesn't mean anything. Men see that type of girl and they think about just how easy she would be. So I fell for a few sweet words, so he never called back or so much as looked at me. The point is that I'm not a virgin while you are." She turned and left the room and stormed from the house. Boyd followed after her after looking in Stiles' direction. Stiles just went up the stairs to find Derek.

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I picked a name for the Incubus its Mavrick, I like the way it rolled off my tongue, sounds evil and sexy enough I thought. I just wanted to give a shout out to shinedownlvr4eva for editing this for me. She got it done so quickly, I must say I'm really impressed. So thank you very much.

As for Stiles pretend boyfriend, I'm still not sure. But please review.