Mavrick drove to the middle of nowhere, no buildings, no lights, no people to hear the screaming. He would have liked to use an actual bed, but he knew he didn't have time for that, surely the werewolf had realized by now that he had taken the human. If the werewolf knew, then it was only a matter of time before the Alpha knew and started hunting him down. He would have to work quickly. He parked the car and dragged Stiles out of it, taking him into the trees.

He threw him to the ground and kicked him in the ribs to make sure that he stayed down. "I'm not going to waste my time talking and going on and on about what I'm going to do and how I'm going to do it. This time I'm just going to do it." He said. It was like he loved the sound of his own voice, even when he said he wasn't going to waste time, he still managed to talk a lot.

"Did you not learn the first time? Derek will find me and this time he'll be sure to kill you." Stiles said. Mavrick grabbed the back of his head and slammed his head down into the ground. He then grabbed Stiles by his wrists and held them above his head in one hand. He snarled and pulled at Stiles pants, yanking them down, and tossing them to the side. Stiles kicked his legs, trying to get the creature off of him. Mavrick snarled at him and grabbed his face; he couldn't have the brat struggling so much.

He kissed him, that's how he's able to calm his victims and keep them from moving, that's how they actually enjoy it, his saliva had some sort of hormone in it. Stiles struggles got weaker and slowly before he finally found no will to even try. His eyes glazed over and he tried to fight the kiss but it seemed impossible. He tugged at the waistline of Stiles underwear, pulling them down to his knees.

Stiles glared at him, he really wished Derek would hurry up and save him. Mavrick ran his hand between his legs, rubbing his balls a few quick times. "Looks like he's not going to make it in time to save you." He whispered in his ear, then softly sucked on the side of his neck.

"He'll be here and you'll regret this." Stiles hissed.

"Sure he will, just admit it, he won't make in time." He said pressing his fingers inside him, three of them all at once. Stiles clenched his jaw at the intrusion, holding in his scream, he didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction. Mavrick smirked and chuckled, thrusting his fingers in and out. He pulled his fingers out and began to undress himself, completely naked he flipped Stiles onto his stomach, taking one of his arms and bending it behind his back. He licked the back of his neck and pressed against him, Stiles began to struggl again but Mavrick would only bend his arm some more. Derek slammed into the Incubus, snarling, jaws snapping. Scott grabbed Stiles and took him to Derek's car.

Mavrick didn't stand a chance against the werewolf. He didn't have claws or fangs, he just had powers of seduction. Derek ripped his throat out with his teeth, his nails tore open his stomach, and he didn't stop there, he just kept attacking long after the Incubus was dead. Parts of Mavrick were everywhere, all Derek could smell was his blood, it was all over him. Scott stood behind him, keeping his distance, Derek was still ripping apart the body.

"Derek! Stiles is safe you can stop now." He told him but the Alpha turned towards him, his eyes red and breathing heavily, he smirked. Scott felt a chill go down his spine. Derek licked his lips and looked at what was left of Mavrick, there wasn't much, just blood, meat, organs, and bones.

"Bury him, I'm taking Stiles home." Derek growled and walked past him. He got into his car and stared at Stiles, looking to see if he was hurt. He grabbed him and held him against his chest, burning his face into his shoulder. "I thought I wasn't going to make it here in time." He said holding him tighter. Stiles wrapped his arms around him and smiled softly.

"I knew you would make it. Judging from the amount of blood your covered in, and getting on me, you killed that bastard right." Stiles asked, he felt Derek nuzzled against him, getting close as he could with their clothes on.

"Yeah I did." Derek said. Stiles was still pumped full of the hormone, Derek touching him like this was driving him mad, but he couldn't ask for sex right now, Derek was too tense. He was holding him so tightly, he was honestly worried about him, Stiles closed his eyes and hid his face in Derek's neck. Maybe what he felt towards Derek was more then lust, maybe there was something in there similar to love. He knew one thing, he loved the way he fit inside his arms, the way he felt so safe there.

"Derek lets get you home so you can clean off." Stiles said. Derek moved to get the car started. They left Scott there to clean up. It was Derek's way of punishing him for him allowing Stiles to get taken. He drove back to his house, taking Stiles inside with him. The pack looked over at him and Stiles. Erica let Boyd know about their relationship. He looked at Stiles and smiled nodding his head. Stiles guessed it was his way of letting him know he accepted their relationship. Isaac looked thankful he was alright, but he looked worried when he didn't see Scott.

"Stiles where's Scott? Is he okay?" He asked and Stiles nodded.

"He's cleaning up the mess." Derek told him and went upstairs. He cleaned off, leaving Stiles sitting on his bed. He returned to his room, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Stiles' face turned red, as he looked him over. Derek saw him looking, and he could hear his heart beating hard in his chest. "Stiles..." He said and was instantly in front of him. He cupped his face in his hand and leaned in to kiss him.

Stiles quickly wrapped his arms around him pulling him down on the bed. He slid his tongue into his mouth, tangling his fingers into his hair, then dragging them down his back, reaching for the towel. Derek slid his hands underneath his shirt, pushing the cloth up. "Derek." He gasped, he raised his hips up, pressing against him.

Derek pulled off Stiles shirt, kissing down his skin and moving down to his hips and he ran his tongue over the front of his pants. Stiles breath caught in his throat. Derek yanked his pants down along with his underwear. "Are you sure you want to do this." He asked, kissing along his waist and stomach.

"I want to, I really want to, but do you?"

"Are you really asking me if I want to have sex with you? Stiles you're an idiot." He said kissing him and unwrapping the towel from his waist. Stiles kissed him back, but was trying to sneak a peek at it, but then all he could hear was Erica's voice in his head asking him 'How big is it'. His brain kept repeating it, over and over. He tried to ignore it, he wasn't about to cock block himself.

He was breathing heavily and he ran his tongue over Derek's mouth. He felt their erections rub against each other, Derek wrapped is hand around them both and stroked him. Stiles moaned and bit his lower lip. He bucked his hips into his hand, rubbing against him rougher.

Meanwhile downstairs, a blood-covered-pissed-off Scott was storming though the door. Derek's pack looked at him and Isaac let out a sigh of relief that he was okay. Scott didn't look at any of them, not even Peter, who made a comment about his mother's good looks just to see if it would spark a reaction. It didn't, and Scott walked up the stairs, being as quiet as possible.

What Derek had told him couldn't be true, Stiles would have told him if he was sleeping with him, or the fact that he was gay or bi or whatever he was. There was no way that they were sleeping together; he couldn't even picture it. He heard the soft little moans coming from the room, and the mention of there being no condom, and Stiles complaining that he didn't want to wait, and Derek saying something along the lines of 'well too fucking bad', he thought they were just playing a joke on him, that's what he thought until he open the door and saw them both naked in bed.

Stiles looked over at him and quickly shoved Derek from the bed, the werewolf didn't budge. They both stared at Scott and Scott stared back his jaw hanging open. He then covered his eyes and let out a scream that sounded as if he was in vast amounts of physical pain. "Oh god, why wasn't the door locked?!" He yelled, eyes still covered and quickly leaving down the hallway.

Erica laughed as she watch Scott try to walk down the steps, trying with all is might to rub the image from his brain. Isaac followed after him, trying to comfort him by telling him how he found out. "Isaac what I saw was worse. Much...much...worse!" Scott said and he and Isaac left the house together, talking about ways they could remove the image from their heads.

Stiles got dressed, grumpy. Derek looked over at him. "You know you don't have to leave right?" Derek said, sitting naked on his bed. He grabbed Stiles by his arm and pulled him towards him. Stiles smirked and kissed him.

"Scott kinda ruined the mood. Besides its late, I have to beat my dad home. Maybe next time sexy-wolf." He laughed and kissed him one more time. Derek let his arm go and Stiles left.

Erica looked over at him. Stiles held his hands in front of him, like a Subway five dollar foot long commercial. He winked and she started to laugh. She did the same with her hands only a bit more longer. Stiles then felt a bit awkward and he left.

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Thank my editor for fixing this up for me. you're the best. But oh my lord, I did something rather bold. I asked a guy for his number. I never do that!

Only one little problem, I got his number, but I forgot to tell him what my name was cause I was so damn nervous. _

I'm going to try and call him tomorrow.

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