Derek's POV
Derek needed to talk to Deaton. He drove to the clinic and waited outside in his car. He watched as Stiles ran out of the building muttering words about a stupid Alpha? Derek couldn't hear the words exactly but he couldn't be talking about Derek, right?
Derek got out of his car and walked into the Vets office. Deaton was still at the counter turned towards the door. He gave a small smile.
"I knew you'd be here not long after Stiles." Deaton told Derek. "It's you, isn't it?" Derek knew what Deaton was talking about with out even having to say.
"I need to know how to control it." Derek felt stupid having to ask something like this when he is a pure blood and raised by werewolves his whole life. Now, he had to ask the local pet doctor about how to suppress the wolf and hide who he truly is. This was something one should ask their parents.
"Controlling it won't be easy. You need to learn what the trigger is that causes him to come out." Derek put his hands into fists. He could still smell Stiles' body as if it was still in the room. His scent had changed slightly. It was more addictive and more alluring than before. How was that possible?
"I know what it is..." Derek closed his eyes. The scent was all around him, engulfing him, tempting him.
"If it's the boy, then stay away. Derek, have you been losing control around Stiles specifically?" Deaton asked with worry showing on his face.
"Yes." Derek answered half heartily. He had also been losing the ability to shift. He couldn't change unless he thought of Stiles. It was like his entire wolf was controlled by Stiles himself. He was no longer able to conceal his hidden (or not so hidden) desires for the boy. He regretted following Stiles to Scott's that one night. He had let his other half take control once he saw Jackson with Stiles and he had to fight to get it back.
He was never in a situation where he had to fight his counterpart over his own body. There were times when he didn't want to change but was forced too and allowed it to happen, but there had never been a time when both Derek's wanted to be out. And the wolf won.
That terrified Derek. Stiles could easily see through Derek's shield that he had spent so long building. And Derek wanted that. He wanted to have someone to tell these things too, but a high school boy? Stiles' biggest problems should be weather or not some girl loves him. Not if a werewolf just mated with him.
And that was another thing- Stiles was now Derek's mate. He knew Stiles didn't know what that meant to a werewolf but Derek shouldn't have marked him. He needed more time to think.
"You have until Friday to learn to restrain him. Friday is when the effects of the previous moon take place. It would be wise to avoid Stiles until both of you feel comfortable to see each other again."
"Thanks." Derek gave him one last nod before walking back to his car thinking about what exactly he was going to do.
Back to Stiles' POV
Maybe this was like beauty and the beast. Or something from a fairy tale. Because right now, Stiles didn't know what was going to happen. He was pacing his room waiting for the clock to strike six. So would this make him Cinderella? But he was an only child so maybe he was Aurora who needed a prince charming to wake him up.
Actually, he was Cinderella with the whole Does the shoe fit? thing. Derek's teeth had been a match after all.
Wait, he wasn't a girl! He could be like Aladdin! But then that would make Derek Princess Jasmine. Stiles laughed at the thought.
Seems like Stiles would just stick with Bell. He did love to read and Derek could occasionally resemble a beast. At least, that's what Stiles used to think. Lately, he didn't know what Derek was to him.
They certainly were past the point of friendship but they weren't dating. But this was a date? Derek had said so himself. But if this was a date then should he dress up? Where was Derek taking him? Was it dinner? What if it was a fancy restaurant? He needed to have Derek's number to be able to text him these sort of questions!
Stiles walked down stairs ten minuets before Derek was meant to arrive to talk to his father. He didn't exactly give his dad a heads up...
His dad was looking through the paper with a basketball game on. Stiles didn't see what teams were playing before it switched to commercial. His dad noticed he was in the room and muted the TV.
"Hey son. I was just about to call you down. What do you want to do for dinner?" He shifted on the couch putting down the paper.
"Uh, actually. I can't do dinner tonight." Stiles spoke with hesitation in his voice. This talk was going to be harder then the werewolf talk. The Sheriff waited for Stiles to continue. "Actually, Dad. I-I'm... Gay." Stiles voice was extremely shaky but he finally got the words out.
His dad held a strait face and replied, "No you're not. We've talked about this-"
"You denied it. I said 'I could be' remember? Well, I am."
"And this effects dinner how?"
"I-I have a date. W-With a guy." The Sheriffs eyes went wide and he shifted back in his seat. His let out a small sigh before nodding.
"You were serious then." The room grew silent for a minuet before he spoke again. "When?"
"In about five-" Stiles couldn't even finish the sentience before the doorbell rang. His eyes met his dads which where were just as big as Stiles'.
"He's early." The Sheriff said before getting up out of his seat, turning off the television and heading to the door. "Better not keep him waiting."
Stiles was first to get to the door and threw it open. Derek looked fucking amazing. His hair was gelded back slightly and curved up at the top. He wore a tight black Henley that really showed off his curves in all the right places covered by the same black jacket Stiles had worn. He wore darker jeans that looked tight in the crotch area but nonetheless fucking amazing.
He looked ten times better then Stiles who went with a long sleeve plaid shirt over a black shirt and some jeans. He tried to make his hair look special but failed miserable. He had showered twice in a row and wasted the hot water on the first shower.
He had thought about what Deaton had said but he tried to put it behind him. It was probably something small and like Deaton said, the last time this happened was hundreds of years ago and stories could have changed. Nothing was going to happen tonight and Stiles was sticking with that.
Derek eyes flashed a bright red as he tilted his head in the air smelling. Stiles shot him a questionable look but felt a small tap on his shoulder.
"Derek." His dad was now right behind him and Derek's eyes went back to normal. The sheriff leaned down to whisper something to Stiles, "A warning five minutes before wasn't one of your best ideas." Derek obviously heard that and was glaring at Stiles. Stiles avoided his eyes. Stupid werewolf hearing.
"Come on in Derek." The Sheriff walked into the kitchen. Derek walked in and stopped next to Stiles.
"How much did you tell him?" Derek asked gritting his teeth. Come on, this wouldn't be too bad. Would it?
"Oh you know. Just some stuff here and there. He knows about werewolves if that helps?" Derek didn't seemed to be pleased with that answer but walked into the kitchen.
"So Derek, You're a werewolf, right?" His dad walked over to the coffee maker and started brewing a cup.
"Yes Sir. That is correct." Derek responded (Noted he could be polite when he wanted to be).
"And what do you do to make a steady income?" He asked. Stiles knew where this was going...
"I work part time fixing cars in the next town over."
"That's right. We talked about this when you were over for dinner a little while ago. And do you like it?"
"Yes Sir. It pays well and the people who own it were family friends."
"Really? Are they werewolves?" Stiles almost wanted to interrupt his dad for how incredibly rude that just was but Derek spoke too soon.
"No Sir. They are not." Derek kept his nonchalant expression.
"Okay. So you do have relationships with other humans?"
"Yes Sir."
"Have any of them gotten hurt because of that?"
"Yes Sir." A pained expression briefly showed on Derek's face at the question. Derek had been through a lot. Much more then Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and even Allison.
"I see. And in your honest opinion, will anything like that happen to my son?" Derek's eyes met Stiles from across the room.
"No Sir. Not if I'm with him." Stiles tried to hold back the smile that was accompanied by a blush. Derek rarely knew what to say and when to say it but this was one of those perfect times.
"Have him back by midnight." The sheriff spoke while pouring a cup of coffee. "Stiles could I talk with you a second?" Stiles watched as Derek left the room and stood by the door. But Stiles knew it didn't matter how far away Derek walked, the stupid werewolf would still be able to hear him.
"I want you to be safe." His dad began and Stiles tried to tell him he would be but his father continued. "I trust Derek, I do. But I need you to understand that he is accustomed to being alone. It might be hard for him to suddenly be with someone. Also, he is older than you so if at any point you're not read for something and he is pushing it-"
"Dad. I get it. I'll be safe! This is your son remember? The son of the best Sheriff in Beacon Hills." His father cracked a smile and pulled him into a hug.
"Just don't go disappearing on me again." He whispered. He knew that was meant to be a joke, but Stiles could hear the subtle pain in his fathers voice. "And no sex."
Stiles stood gaping in absolute horror at his father comment. One: it was too late and Two: this was his FATHER. He never in a million years would have suspected his father to tall him something like that. Or even say that to anyone. Or even think it. It just wasn't like him at all.
Stiles didn't know what to say. He couldn't lie to his father but he couldn't tell him the truth either.
"Wow. Dad, can we not have this conversation. Like, at all." Stiles turned to walk out the door.
He made it to the front porch before his dad turned around again and yelled, "Midnight, Stiles. Not a minuet later!"
Stiles waked back and hopped into the passenger seat of Derek's Camero. Derek gave a small smile and wave to the sheriff before diving off down the street. They sat in silence for a while. Stiles was, for one of the very few times in his life, currently mute. He wasn't sure what he should talk about. He could pull a Scott and talk about the weather. Or he could ask where they were going.
"So, where exactly are we going? I assumed it was going to be dinner because I didn't eat anything, though I should have asked. Also, I need your number. Wait, I mean, if you want me to have it? But I didn't know how to contact you and stuff. I didn't know with tonight being the full moon and all-" Stiles stopped talking. Tonight was the full moon. The full moon where his body was going to go through some changes. Or so Deaton had said. But would that really happen to him? Those books were hundreds of years old and easily could be out of date.
But you never know with Stiles' luck... No. Stiles needed to be optimistic and keep with his original plan that nothing was going to happen.
"Here. Enter your number." Derek reached into him pocket and pulled out his phone. He tossed it to Stiles. Stiles looked at Derek for a minute. "What?" He asked.
"Sorry, nothing. Nothing" He entered his number in Derek's phone and took a quick picture. He contemplated making a weird face but kept it simple with a smile. He entered the name- "THE DARK LORD"
He heard a groan from Derek. "Oh come one. You'll know its me." Stiles looked over to see Derek trying really hard to not smile. Stiles did.
"So where are we going, Sourwolf?" Stiles relaxed in his chair. Derek's car was pretty nice, he had never been inside it. Just seen it from the outside.
"You'll see. And don't call me that." Derek replied hastily.
"Why not?" Stiles asked. Derek was in rare form tonight. His knuckles were almost white from griping the steering wheel so hard. Stiles looked closely and noticed a few beads of sweat around his temple.
"Did you put on cologne?" Derek asked.
"Cologne? Well, I showered twice If that's what you mean?"
"Forget it."
"Okay? Well where are we going?" Derek looked out the window and didn't reply. Guess he was done talking for a bit. This was going to be a long night.
Derek could have been driving to fricken Europe for all Stiles knew because half an hour had past without another word to each other and Stiles watching cattle pass by. He really hoped there was more to the date than just this.
Eventually Derek pulled up to empty pasture. There was a small hill with what looked like a picnic area set up.
"Wait here." Derek said before getting out of the car. He slammed it rather hard.
"Welp. Looks like I'm all by myself on a date with Derek Hale." Stiles mumbled to himself but Derek turned his head to Stiles. Shit, he obviously heard. He looked pissed. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning...
If Derek wanted to cancel he should have just said so. He didn't have to do this. Everything that happened between them could be the past if Derek wished it to be. Stiles would eventually get over it.
Stiles closed his eyes. Panic started to arise in him. What if he changed into a full blow werewolf? What if he turned into a woman?! Deaton had said things like fricken breast milk! That was a woman's specialty. What if he changed and Derek sees, then flips out and leaves him?
That was another question weighing on Stiles' mind. Derek could have any woman he wanted. But he chose Stiles Stilinski. A socially awkward, sex crazed, geeky teenager. Unless, that was a turn on for Derek?
A tap on the window made Stiles jump. He muttered a Jesus before Derek opened his car door. "So chivalry isn't dead?" Stiles asked but obviously not getting a reply from the oh so talkative Derek. He only let out a grunt. He seemed to be doing that a lot.
Stiles walked out of the car and followed Derek up the small hill up to the picnic area. There was a typical picnic table set up with a white table cloth over it. There were two candles lit in the center of the table. Derek had prepared steak, mashed potatoes, bread, and green beans on each plate. Stiles smiled.
Derek did all this for him. He went through the trouble of cooking a meal, setting up a place to eat, and preparing it for Stiles.
"Derek... This is..."
"If you don't like it we can go to a restaurant down the road-"
"-Amazing." Stiles went over and sat down at the table. "You did all this for me?" Stiles was blown away by the amount of time Derek had put into this.
"I did this because it was you." Derek replied without hesitation. He sat down across from Stiles. Stiles was staring at him. He could feel his face heating up and he choked back a laugh. This man was adorable.
"You didn't need to do all this." Stiles tentatively reached down and grabbed his knife. He cut into the stake to see it cooked medium rare. He had always had his meat cooked medium to medium well. Its not a big surprise that Derek would cook it rare.
"All what?" Derek asked taking a bite of his food. "Sorry if its over cooked." Derek mumbled and Stiles burst into laughter. Derek had stopped chewing and was looking at him like he was a crazy person.
"I-I... Ha, I-It's f-fine! I'm used to my meat being medium but this looks amazing!" Stiles took a bite. Derek really knew how to cook! It was amazing! Best meat he had tasted in a long time.
"Oh. I'm sorry, I should have asked how you like it cooked. I-I didn't think-" Derek looked down at his plate. Derek was acting really weird. First he was all made and now he was stuttering? Something was wrong. The mad Derek was more characteristic of the actual Derek than the nervous Derek.
"Is everything okay? You seem, off?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah. Just, the full moons tonight and I wasn't thinking when I asked you out on tonight. Normally I'm fine but somethings causing my wolf to react. There's this smell. I can't describe what it smells like but it's there. I think it might have to do with you." Derek told Stiles. His eyes had now wondered to Stiles'.
"Me?!" Stiles thought about what Deaton had said. Was this apart of it?
"Yes, you! And I can't control him, Stiles. I have been trying so hard, but I-I can't!" Stiles was worried. He leaned closer and looked at Derek. He noticed things in the light he hadn't before. Derek look beyond tiered. He looked exhausted- Mentally and physically. His face was heavy and pale. His eyes, now starting to form dark purple marks under them, lacked the color they normally had. He looked like he was near his breaking point.
Stiles got up and walked to Derek's side of the table. "Derek. I'm here. I know you will be able to regain control because your Derek. The Derek that has save my life on multiple occasions." He leaned down until Derek's lips met him. He wanted to give Derek a soft, gentile kiss, however, Derek had something else in mind.
Derek reached around and grabbed the back of Stiles head pulling him closer. Without so much as a warning, Derek's tongue was already exploring every nook and cranny of Stiles' mouth. Stiles could feel himself being hard at the sudden force Derek was showing but something else happened. Stiles immediately jumped back.
"Fuck..." He whispered. "I-I'll Be right back." And he took off to the nearest bathroom. There was a small house that had a "Women" and "Men" sign labeled on two side doors. He ran into the door labeled "Men" as fast as he could. He ran into the handicap stall and looked into the mirror. His face had gone pale, like Derek's. In fact, he closely resembled the way Derek looked.
He threw off his boxers and jeans as fast as he could. He tripped over his feet as he walked over to lean on the wall. He could feel something dripping out of him. He put two fingers down to his hole and pushed in. He could feel something coming out and falling down his legs. He let out a moan and pushed his fingers deeper. It was like his ass was opening up and accepting these fingers. He wanted so much more...
But, fuck, Derek was outside waiting for him, probably wondering what the hell just happened. Stiles shivered as he took out his fingers. He looked at them to see they were covered in a clear liquid. He separated his fingers and brought them back together examining the substance. What was this?
"Why the fuck is there a clear liquid coming out of my ass?" Stiles whispered in horror.
"That might means somethings like self-lubrication and breast milk. But I'm not positive. This hasn't happened in hundreds of years. It would be best to avoid the werewolf that marked you."
Shit. He hated when Deaton was right.