Where did James disappear too? He couldn't have gone too far with Stiles' drink, could he?
Stiles wondered around the apartment for a few minuets until he found his way to the kitchen. The place was packed. He wondered how many people were actually here- 200? 300? It was beyond crowded. He spotted James mixing his drink. "What's taking so long, man?" He asked leaning on the counter. James gave a surprised looked before calming down slightly.
"Jesus, you about gave me a heart attach!" James handed him a small plastic cup. "Try it, I just made it!"
Stiles hesitantly put the cup to his lips. James had a smiles spread over his face as he awaited Stiles' review. What the hell, it couldn't hurt to try right? He threw the constants of the cup into his mouth. The taste hit him immediately. He could tell it was sort of mix between Cherry Vodka and a Martini that failed.
Stiles started coughing like crazy. "Don't ever... Make this... Again." Stiles said handing him the empty cup. Had he really just drank the entire contents of that cup? Maybe he should slow down...
"Yeah, how about this one?" Stiles was handed a different color liquid. He looked up at James who had the same smile on his face. Weird guy.
Don't drink it. Just, go back to Scott and Isaac. Hang with them...
"This one's just as god awful." Stiles told James coughing at how much worse this one tasted than the other.
"Hey, you don't have to be so critical! I put a lot of effort into these!" James laughed going to the fridge to what looks like start making another drink. "So have you live in Beacon Hills long?" James asked.
"My whole life actually. Never thought of leaving. Plus, I can get away with a little more with my dad being the sheriff." James smile wavered slightly. "Why'd you choose to move here?" Stiles took a seat at the bar. The music had died down a little and James sat next to him.
"It seamed like a great place to live. Small, but not too small. A good place to be a werewolf." James smiled. Stiles couldn't help but tense at his words. Derek was right. He was another wolf. Weren't they territorial? Derek would be livid if he found out Stiles was here. He should leave-
"Don't worry. I won't tell your Alpha that you're here." James smile returned as he rested a hand on Stiles' shoulder. Stiles tensed even more. It felt so wrong. Everything about the way James held himself around Stiles felt like he was too prideful. That he was almost too confident in his actions towards him. Stiles got the feeling that he knew something Stiles didn't.
"He's not my Alpha..." Stiles whispered so lightly that he didn't even know if he was saying anything. What was Derek to him? Their relationship seemed so messed up. One minuet they were a pact and the next the were strangers.
"Stiles?" Stiles turned his head to see Scott walking to him. He face was stern but his eyes showed worry.
"Derek just called a pack meeting. We're going to go up, you should go." Stiles felt his chest tighten. He wanted to. He was ready to leave but not ready to face Derek. But why? Why couldn't he just simply walk up a floor and talk to him? Because he was a coward. They get into one fight and he runs. He really was just Robin not even Batman materiel to begin with. Derek only did what his instincts told him to do. And Stiles had ran...
"Go without me. I might meet up with you later." Out of the corner of his eye he could see James' smile. He suddenly felt very sick.
Scott's face fell and his eyes shifted to James. He thought he saw them change red slightly but it must have been the lighting. There was no reason for Scott to wolf out, right?
"Tell Derek I wasn't feeling well or something." Stiles said with truth to his voice. Scott picked up on it and nodded.
"Okay but you should still go. He is your-"
"DUDE!" Someone from halfway across the room screamed causing everyone to turn. Someone threw up apparently and that fascinated everyone. Stiles rolled his eyes.
"Maybe. He's a big boy. He'll know how to handle himself without me." Stiles watched as Scott hesitantly walked away. He was tempted to ask him to come back but didn't.
He realized he was left alone with James. His felt a lump form in his throat. Why was he scared? He shouldn't be. This was a friendly neighborhood party with a friendly neighbor. Stiles shouldn't...
He blinked a few times while trying to to focus his eyes. He looked around the room as the colors started to blur together.
What he drunk? Everything was becoming blurry. He blinked a few times again, not processing the words James had muttered to him. He grabbed at the counter as he felt the earth suddenly slip from under his feat. Everything was spinning. The colors of the room were blinding together until all he saw was blackness.
Derek's POV
He was being an ass. He knew that. He should have allowed Stiles the pleasure of going to the party. He would have gone with him, but his wolf-
No. What he should have done was allowed him some freedom. He couldn't control that he hated seeing Stiles show his beautiful, sexy smile at James. He couldn't control his rationality being blurred with the what the wolf wanted. He needed to sit down and talked to Stiles. Sit and have a rational conversation about what they were going to do. But he can't. He can't until he learns how to control his wolf.
He could feel his blood boil at how much power the wolf held over him. It was meant to be a 50/50 share between them but he felt like it was more 80/20 at best. His anchor used to be his anger, but the wolf had taken over that part of him now.
He needed something to remind him that he was human- something that would keep him at bay. Maybe it could be Cora or Laura, but they were both out of his life now. The memories caused him pain and grief of the fact that it was his fault.
He shouldn't have been the idiot he was to trust Kate. He should have know better when his wolf didn't agree. But, he never knew if the wolf would agree. He didn't want to wait for a mate that wasn't going to show.
Now, his wolf was satisfied but he wanted more. And Derek was afraid to ask. Stiles has already been through so much with his Mother's death and his father working the late shifts at the station. He did want to ask too much of the teen. He was meant to be out, enjoying life and everything it had to offer. Derek was taking those simple pleasures out of his life- like going to a party.
He needed to apologize... He send a mass text to everyone in the pack asking them to come over whenever convenient. He got an immediate text from Scott saying they were on their way. Jackson replied with a simple- Busy. He didn't hear back from Stiles.
His chest tightened. Why did he feel sick? He knew Stiles probably wasn't going to reply but he had hoped...
Derek felt the color drain from his face. He wanted to throw up. He heard the door open followed by seeing Scott, Allison, Lydia, and Isaac. Isaac looked like he wanted to say something. Scott was avoiding eye contact and Lydia, well Lydia looked like she had nothing to hide, nor did Allison. They were both excellent liars. Derek couldn't help but show a small smirk.
"So what did you call us here for?" Scott asked break the silence. Derek couldn't answer at first. It was like a lump formed in his throat and he was at a loss for words. The nausea came back and he grew worried. Did he have something bad for lunch? Did he have lunch?
"Where's Stiles?" Derek asked panic in his voice. Maybe Stiles wasn't feeling well. That could be the case. They were mates and the bond has only been growing stronger between them.
Isaac tensed and looked at Scott. Scott didn't waver in answering. "He's not feeling well." Scott wasn't lying but he could tell by Isaac's body language that he wasn't telling the truth.
If Stiles wasn't feeling well, then that would explain his sudden sickness.
"Is there something you wish to say, Isaac?" The wolf snapped his head up at his name.
"No." Isaac answered quickly. Lie. Derek growled warning.
"Stiles isn't feeling feeling well." Scott repeated It sounded like he was repeating it for himself and Isaac more so than for Derek.
"We are getting no where with this!" Lydia exclaimed. Derek almost flinched at the intensity of her words. "Scott, don't lie to your Alpha. Isaac, grow a pair! Just tell him the truth. We all know you're a horrible liar!"
Derek was surprised at her words yet again. Isaac looked at Derek.
"He's at the neighbors." Everything in Derek froze.
It took him all of a second to posses the situation. His wolf figured it out before he did. He wasn't even conscious of his feet moving but before he could think twice he was out the door heading towards the neighbors party.
He felt sick. Nauseous. He was going to throw up. He tried to open his eyes. Was he on a bed? It was so soft...
"Mmmm..." Stiles tried to roll over onto his side but he felt something tightly restraining his wrists.
"Tsk. Sorry, Stiles. I needed to restrain you." Stiles opened his eyes and looked around the dark room. Where was he? Whose voice was that? He had a horrible headache. Was it Tuesday? He always felt like shit after chemistry...
"Wha..." He blinked a few times as his memory returned. James, Derek's neighbor, stood over him.
"It was too easy. You should have listened to you're Alpha. See, he's clearly mated to you but you're not mated to him. You haven't finished the mating..." James eyes were shinning a fearful read. They were clouded by lust and greed. Stiles felt like nothing more then pray before a predictor. He reached down for his belt buckle and undid it. The sound of metal clashing together echoed throughout the empty room. Why was it so dark?
Stiles let his words sink in. It was a two way streak? Derek was Stiles but Stiles wasn't Derek's? Or was it the other way around. James' words didn't make any scene.
"If... That was true... Derek-Derek would have told me something..." Stiles felt like it was hard to breath. When he finished his sentence, his head was spinning again. Did James have a twin?
"Oh, Stiles. You should have talked to him before. You are still unclaimed. The mating moon opened a door. I could smell you two towns over. The scent of an unclaimed Omega is very strong. Our bodies crave for it. I promise I'm not the only one. I might be the first, but more will come. Chose me over him. I can protect you. You won't have to live in fear. I heard him yelling at you, telling you what to do... I will be more lenient."
James' words were like a punch to the gut. Guild weld up in his throat as James climbed on top of him. He shook his restraints with everything he had. He didn't want this. He wanted to run- to go to Derek. Derek told him not to come here, and- being the idiot he was- he came here anyway. But Derek was acting the way he was because he didn't want to push Stiles into anything. He can see that now.
Derek was trying to be as civil as a werewolf could be.
"Get the fuck off me." Stiles cursed out. He tried to raise his knee but a harsh, cold hand stopped him.
"No, I don't think I can." Stiles felt sick. He closed his eyes tightly and bite the inside of his cheek. He felt a warm trail of saliva trace his collar bone. An uncomfortable feeling reached the pit of his stomach.
"You smell like him." James' voice was harsh. His eyes met Stiles' in the dark room and they petrified him. It wasn't like looking into the familiarity of Derek's, it was like looking into a monster. He had never, not once in his short life, feared the existence of another werewolf as much as he did in this moment.
He wanted this to end. He wanted Derek-
A loud slam brought him back to reality. He couldn't feel James over him and looked at the source of the noise. Derek stood there, completely wolfed out (red eyes, big teeth, furry face and all) and eyes on James. James smirked not bothering to release his Alpha quite yet. He now stood on the other side of the bed Stiles was tied to.
"Derek, Derek... You should learn how to properly claim your property." James laughed. The sound was sickening.
A low growl emitted from Derek. "He's not mine." Derek spat out. His face was flushed and eyebrows knitted together. His frown was contagious and his eyes looked... Sad? Must be a trick of the light- or lack there of.
"Oh really? So then you won't mind if I take him?" James questioned, resting his hand on Stiles chest. Derek immediately growled and pushed James' by his bicep. It was hard enough to send him back a couple feet.
"Do you think we wouldn't notice? We notice everything. Everything." James repeated the last words. Derek tensed and stepped back slightly. We?
"Derek?" Stiles asked. Derek's gaze shot to Stiles. Everything in Stiles' world froze. All that was truly there, ws Derek.
The Derek that stood before him looked like a mess of emotions. It was like nothing Stiles had ever seen. This wasn't Derek. It was the Wolf. He didn't know the man that stood before him.
"Derek," Stiles repeated. Derek didn't even look like his eyes were on Stiles'. They were unfocused and hazy. "What is he talking about."
Derek growled again and ran over to undo the knots over Stiles' hands.
"I'm coming back. Don't think this is over." Derek was speaking to James, Stiles could tell by his tone. Derek undid the ropes and pulled Stiles harshly off the bed out the door. He didn't hear another word from James. Derek dragged him through the crowd to the front door. Stiles didn't say anything to him as they made there way to his apartment.
He threw open the door without any hesitation. Stiles couldn't resist at all, the hold Derek had on him was too tight. He saw he wasn't alone in the apartment. Scott and Isaac were standing in the kitchen with worried looks on their faces. Weren't Allison and Lydia with them at the party? Stiles didn't have much time to think about it. Derek kept pushing him further into the apartment.
"Hey, Derek! Let Sti-" Was Scott seriously trying to talk to the wolfed out Alpha?
"Get out." Derek didn't say another word before they were in a room Stiles had never seen before. Was this Derek's room? It was really clean. Was he a neat freak? Hm, never would have picture him as one-
He was thrown harshly onto the bed and striped of all but his underwear. "Derek, hey listen. I'm not really in the mood-" Stiles tried to protest but Derek let out a small laugh. Stiles shot his head over to Derek who had already thrown his jeans and shirt on the floor.
"Don't talk. You smell like him." Derek replied pushing Stiles onto the bed. He followed after, pushing the covers over both their bodies. Stiles heart was racing.
Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Think of Coach in a Speedo. Don't get hard.
Derek let out another small laugh and pushed his chest into Stiles' back. He let his hand fall over the teenagers heart. "Calm down. I'm not going to do anything." Derek whispered to him, resting his head into the crease of Stiles' neck. His heart wasn't beating a mile a minute because he actually wanted Derek to do something, right? No way. It was just adrenalin from everything that's happened. There was no way...
"I wanted to talk." Stiles whispered. The heat of Derek was all over his back. It was felt so comforting. He could feel his eye lids becoming heavier. He felt Derek's fee hand playing with his hair. Derek raised one leg over Stiles'. He was surrounded by warmth. Derek hummed a reply.
"What was he talking about? You were wolfed out and I was scared..." Derek hummed again. He probably wasn't listening.
"Talk in the morning. I need you to smell like me." Derek mumbled licking over his collar bone.
Shit, Don't get hard. Don't get hard. Picture Coach having sex...
"Is that necessary?" Stiles asked feeling his entire body starting to reach. Derek took a deep breath. He could smell Stiles' body reacting...
"Yes..." Derek hummed again. The vibrations on Stiles' neck tickled and he let out a small laugh. He could feel Derek lightly licking and sucking the skin on his neck. Wasn't that were James had-
No. Stiles wasn't going to think about that. His tried to open his eyelids again but his efforts were futile. Sleep had already overtook him.