They stayed in each others embraced for God knows how long. Everything felt right and natural. Derek's natural body heat mixed with the temperature of the water almost put Stiles to sleep. He could have slept for another day if Derek held him. Maybe he would do that one day…

"We need to get out." Derek's chest rumbled as he spoke. Stiles couldn't help but bury his face deeper into Derek's wet shirt. He felt slightly awkward being the only one without a shirt or pants on. The rough texture of his shirt tickled Stiles' cheek.

"Don't wanna." Stiles complained into Derek's ridiculously warm chest.

"I need to go to the store, if you would like to come." Stile head shot up, revealing his smile. Derek's hair looked darker under the water and was falling on his face. He could see small droplets on his temple and cheek. He looked extremely sexy for whatever time it was in the morning. This was very unfair.

"Hells to the yeah." Stiles spoke. Derek made a face and reached behind Stiles to turn off the water. Stiles stopped him.

"Wait. I want to try something." Stiles moved so Derek's back was against the tile and his body was around Derek's. Derek looked like he was going to say something, but Stiles didn't let him say it. He closed the space between the two of them and kissed Derek tenderly. His mouth was surprisingly cold and hesitant to move, but after a minute the small chaste kiss turned into nothing but tongue on tongue. It couldn't even be called a kiss at this point. He couldn't even breath.

He felt Derek grab his arms and start to turn him around but Stiles held his ground. He reached down and lifted Derek's heavy shirt. Derek's muscles moved in slightly at his touch, but eventually melted into him. Stiles lifted the fabrics over Derek's head, separating their lips for a short moment before attaching them again. He had never in his life tried to do what he was about to.

His heart was beating incredible fast in his chest as he brought his hands down to Derek's pants and got on his knees.

"Stiles, what-" Stiles reached up and put his hand over Derek's mouth. Derek's eyebrows fused together and he looked like he was going to complain.

"Don't make that face, Sourwolf." Stiles smirked and leaned down. Derek seemed to be allergic to smiles. He rarely had one, and when he did it was cut short or he would try to hide it. He needed to smile more.

But Derek's body was truly beautiful. His muscles were firm and his chest was the perfect size. He was sexy both with a shirt and without one. He wanted so bad to just lick his chest…

"Don't do that." Derek complained as Stiles licked a trail from his lower stomach up to his left nipple. He had to stand back up to reach it. Derek let out a quick deep breath in annoyance. He clearly did not like being submissive. Though his body was starting to react to Stiles' touches. His nipples began to harden the more Stiles sucked. He started to palm Derek through his jeans. The wolf arched his back in annoyance - Clearly he wanted something more.

Stiles couldn't help but smirk at the reaction he was getting. He was controlling Derek right now. He could leave the older man's needs and walk away, or he could satisfy them. He felt revealed that Derek was allowing Stiles to do this. He looked up at Derek to see his eyes turned a bright red color and his hands in fists.

"Don't." Derek's voice was deep and borderline animalistic. It sent chills down Stiles' spine and straight to his groin. Derek's nose immediately flared and he closed his eyes. "Don't" He repeated. The water started turning a light red and Stiles saw that Derek's hands were bleeding. He had been squeezing them so hard to try and keeping his sanity that they began to bleed. Stiles brought his hands up to Derek's.

They were shaking. He gently and cautiously pried open his fist. Derek's claws were covered in blood and Stiles flinched at the sight of Derek's raw flesh being shown. It looked painful, but he could already see some of it beginning to heal. His hand was trembling. Seeing Derek this vulnerable hurt. He could feel his chest tightening and a lump forming in his throat. It was hard to see Derek in this state.

"Can't you use your anchor to stop the change?" Stiles asked bringing Derek's hand closer to the water to wash away some of the blood. Derek tried to pull his hand away, but Stiles kept hold on it.

"I don't have one anymore." Derek's palm was almost completely healed. Stiles let his hand fall to the side as Stiles looked up questionably.

"What? How do you not have one? Don't all werewolves have one?" Stiles reached for Derek's other hand but he pulled it away. Stiles grabbed it again, this time without Derek's attempt at fighting him.

Derek took a minute to answer. "Things have... Changed." He looked at Stiles again.

"Can I be your anchor?" Stiles asked before he had really thought about the weight of his words.

Derek's eyes grew wide.

"That's not a good idea." He stated.

"Why not?"

"Stiles, you don't choose people to be your anchor-"

"Why not?"

"You just don't-"

"That's a horrible reason. I'll be your anchor. Whenever you feel like you're about to shift, think about me pulling you back into reality. I'm right here for you. I always will be. We're mates right?" Stiles kept his eyes focused on Derek's and noticed the red leaking into them. It was amazing to watch his eyes shift from their normal, mundane color into the scarlet, unbelievable red that they were now.

"I can't-" Derek started to explain, but Stiles cut him off yet again. He hated Derek's stubbornness.

"Don't say can't." Stiles got on his knees again and unbuttoned his pants. He shook them off the older's hip and let them pool around his ankle. He slowly pulled down his boxers. He felt Derek push at his head, trying to get away, but Stiles wouldn't move. He faintly heard sounds of Derek trying to stop him, but that wasn't going to happen.

"I've never done this before, so don't move or I might accidentally bite." Derek's body froze above him. He didn't know if it were the words- "I've never done this before" or "I might accidentally bite" that made him freeze.

He took this opportunity to let his boxer fall over his pants. Derek was barely hard. Stiles' heart was beating out of his chest. He could do this.

Stiles felt sick. He wasn't sure about his actions. Would Derek really like this? He licked a line from the base of Derek's dick to the tip. He licked around the tip and under the foreskin. He grabbed the base of the cock and sucked the head. He couldn't hear if Derek was making any noises over the sound of running water. His face was heating up and his heart was going a mile a minute.

He pressed his lips around the tip and took as much as he could into his mouth. He stopped when his lips reached his hand that was pumping around the base. He pulled back slightly and moved down again. He could feel Derek responding. His cock was getting harder.

Stiles used his free hand to take out his own erection. He tried to keep his movements in time with the speed in which he was sucking Derek. He stopped and pushed his tongue into the slit which caused Derek to shake above him. Even though he was new at this, Derek seemed to be enjoying it. He could feel Derek growing more in his mouth. The thought of doing something like this to Derek was making him painfully hard.

He was trying to so hard to focus on Derek - giving all that he could - that his dick was painfully hitting against his stomach. He couldn't multitask very well. He tried to cup his hand but he felt like it wasn't working. He hummed in annoyance.

"Fuck," Derek suddenly grabbed Stiles by the hair and pushed into him. Stiles couldn't help but gag as water formed in his eyes. "Fuck! Shit, sorry. Let's stop-" Derek didn't get to finish the sentence as Stiles licked under the head of his cock. He started moving his hips into the palm of his hand in hopes of something, anything, to get him off. It wasn't working.

He took as much as he could of Derek into his mouth and repositioned himself. He leaned one hand against the wall and stuck his ass in the air. He could feel the water hitting his back, but he didn't care. He was more worried about this position. He closed his eyes and worked his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, trying to get a reaction from Derek. He could taste the drops of precum but besides that he was getting no encouragement from him.

"You don't have to do this." A hoarse voice spoke from above him. He hummed. He really didn't feel like replying. He kept his focus on Derek's dick. With the hand that was around his own cock, he let go and hesitantly brought it up to his hole. A warm heat started spreading inside, it was a weird feeling, but not completely alien.

He nearly had a heart attack when his finger slid right in with absolutely no perpetration. Derek noticed his sudden change. He pushed Stiles back and held up his head.

"What's wrong?" He sounded panicked. Stiles tried to calm his heart rate down. He pulled his finger out only to feel a weird liquid on his fingers. It was sticky. He brought his fingers in front of him and touched his index finger to his thumb. Shit, this was the same liquid as before. Was this a constant new thing? Because Stiles wasn't sure if he could deal with this one.

He looked up at Derek to see his glowing eyes. Stiles smiled. "Use me as your anchor." He whispered just loud enough for the wolf to here. He stood up and rested his head on Derek's shoulder. Derek was taller than him, but not by much. He couldn't tell whose scent was whose in the shower. He took a deep breath and started talking quietly in Derek's ear.

"Just, listen to me. I'll always be here for you. Through thick and thin, darkness and light. I won't leave. I won't betray you like Kate or Jennifer. Please, trust me. It been hard for me to really open up to anyone since my mom's death. I didn't want to even see anyone for a week. I still blame myself. I should have been there for her and," Stiles closed his eyes. He wasn't going to cry. He couldn't do this right now. He had to stay strong for Derek. "That was when Dad started drinking again. Even now, I try and get him to stop, but it can be so hard. I know he blames himself. I guess we all hold guilt.

"I know you do too. I can see it in your eyes when you think I'm not looking. But I can tell. Just, don't hold any guilt over me. There is nothing you could ever feel guilty for with me. I'm in this with you one hundred percent. I- I love you." Stiles caught his breath. He just confessed. His body had tensed and his eyes wide open. Derek didn't move for what felt like an eternity.

"-You too." Stiles felt a hand tilting his head up. "I love you too." He was scared to look at Derek. He was afraid he had misheard what Derek just said. He felt like time had froze. He didn't know how long he was standing like this- leaning on Derek.

"Is blue balls actually a thing? Because Scott said it was, but Isaac argued against it saying it couldn't happen-" Derek's lips interrupted him. Derek was moving his lips with Stiles' at an extremely slow pace. He tried to push into Derek, hinting for him to change the speed, but this didn't affect Derek at all. He gently pushed Stiles against the wall and immediately had his fingers against Stiles hole. He wrapped his hands around Derek's neck, pushing their chests together. Derek grabbed Stiles by the ass and pushed him against the tile again. Stiles wrapped his arms around him.

"Derek," Stiles breath was short and came out in a whisper. "I want us to be a thing. Like dating." He rested his forehead against Derek's.

"Yeah, I do too." Derek apparently wasn't in the mood for talking and replaced his words with actions. He pushed a finger into Stiles slowly and Stiles arched his back. His body was reacting immediately and he clenched around Derek's moving finger. He didn't wait long before adding a second.

"God, you're so tight..." Derek sighed against him. He could feel his breath against him. The water was freezing cold by now, but neither of them seemed to be affected by it.

"Derek, hurry up already.!" Stiles complained and pushed his reawakening cock against Derek's hard chest. His eyes rolled back as he finally got a little friction.

"Fuck, Stiles- I want to, I want to so bad... I can't! I want to slow down, enjoy this... Just the two of us. No wolf." Derek was sucking on his neck and fingering him and by God- if that wasn't the hottest thing Stiles had heard in all his life.

"W-Wait, Derek..." And Derek was off him in less than .001 seconds. Shit, he didn't mean for him to take that the wrong way. He turned off the water, grabbed Derek by the hand, and was out of the bathroom quicker than he had ever left a bathroom. He didn't even waste any time drying off before he pulled Derek down onto the bed on top of him.

" I thought you were going to tell me to stop." Derek hummed as he kissed along Stiles's jaw line.

"You couldn't be more wrong." Stiles smiled.

Stiles' favorite part of Derek were his lips. How could they be everywhere at once? They were leaving kisses all down his chest and sucking on his nipple and biting his own lip.

"Can't- Need," Stiles wasn't able to form coherent sentences. Derek was hovering over top of him, his fingers weren't reaching deep enough. He need more. Stiles was already rubbing their dicks together and still felt unsatisfied. He had already came twice. The first time scared the crap out of him because he didn't even know it was happening until it happened and the second one surprising Derek when he came down the back of his throat but he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't even cry out a single word. His mouth had formed an O shape and he grabbed Derek's hair pulling him as close as he could get him. He felt his tip hit the back of Derek's throat but heard no complaint from the man.

Now, Stiles was getting a frustrated look on his face as he felt his orgasm just beneath his skin. He was thrusting himself down onto Derek's fingers but they alone couldn't hit the intended target. "What do you need, Stiles? Talk to me." Derek's breath was right above his lips. So close, so fucking close.

"Deeper..." Stiles was practically beginning now. Derek pressed his lips into Stiles' and removed his fingers. Stiles opened his mouth to complain, but was rewarded by Derek pushing into him. He thrust his tongue deep into Stiles' mouth as he push the head of his achingly hard dick into Stiles. If Stiles was able to take a breath right now, he would have. He would have thrown his head back, inhaled and grasped the sheets. But Derek was pressing his chest against Stiles' and pushing his hips down against the bed.

Stiles was clawing at Derek's back leaving marks he knew would be there for a while. He hoped they would, but with Derek's super werewolf healing, they probably would heal by the time they finished.

Derek pushed himself against Stiles and rested his head in the junction of Stiles' neck. They both took a deep breath.

"Fuck. Your body was made for me - Changed for me..." Derek started mumbling nonsense as he slowly pulled out of Stiles and inched his way back in. He did this for what seemed like an eternity to Stiles.

"Fucking hurry up! I'm not getting any younger here and yo-" Stiles didn't know what he was going to say. Derek was moving his body so fast and hitting a spot inside Stiles that was making him see stars. He gave a rough pull at Derek's hair which caused him to grunt. He pushed himself against Derek as hard as he could.

"T-Touch me... Please, I'm so close..." Stiles bluntly begged. He knew Derek was probably smirking or laughing or something that a jerk would do, but Derek wrapped his hands around Stiles, giving him one of the best hand jobs he'd even gotten. He didn't last as long as he would have liked before he cried out Derek's name and released against their chests. He was so far gone, that he vaguely recalled Derek picking up the speed, grabbing Stiles harder on the waist, and thrusting one final time into Stiles.

His heart tightened at the words Derek yelled in his ear. I love you.

"What is wrong with Lucky Charms? They are delicious and clearly you had a horrible childhood." Derek stole the box from Stiles' grasp.

"They are horrible for your health." Derek complained as they made their way down the cereal aisle.

"But they have marshmallows in them." Stiles replied laughing at the reaction he was getting. He needed to go shopping with Derek more often.

"That even further proves my point." Derek sighed and continued pushing the cart. Stiles was the one who insisted they get the cart, even though they didn't have very many items. Derek had reluctantly agreed, which Stiles didn't understand the attachment Derek had for the green basket.

The world may never know.

"Yeah, yeah. What about this?" Stiles picked up the box of PopTarts 'Hot Fudge Sundae' flavor. Derek didn't even turn around. "Now that's just cold!" He complained as he threw the box in the cart.

"We are not getting those." Derek went to pick up the box, but Stiles put his hand over Derek's.

"Hell yeah we are. No sex for a month." Derek shot him a cold look and slowly took his hand away.

Stiles- 1

Derek- 0

He was bluntly smirking as they carried the groceries to the car. They had bought more than they intended to. He was laughing so hard right now. Derek didn't have the slightest clue why. He was just laughing at how normal things were. It had been little less than an hour since they confessed and now - now they were doing grocery shopping and talking about each other's heath?

Everything felt right.

He smiled as he pressed his hand against Derek's back. Derek made a small hissing sound.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked removing his hand from Derek's back.

"Nothing, just sore from the marks you left." Derek gave a small smile. That's odd, were his marks meant to last this long? Stiles went to open the door when a noise stopped him. He was all too familiar with that sound. He was frozen in place.

Did he really just hear what he thought he did? No way, he's outside a grocery store in a public place? He dropped the plastic bags on the ground and turned towards Derek. Derek no longer had bags in his hands either. His face had gone deathly pale and Stiles heart dropped. An even darker shade of blank than the color of the shirt he was wearing began to form in the center of his chest. He fell to his knees.

Stiles ran over and placed his hand on Derek's chest. Derek hunched forward and started to cough, small amounts of blood coming out.

"Derek? Derek! Listen to me! Can you hear me?" Stiles was panicking. His voice was hoarse and his hands shaking. He fell to his knees next to Derek. He couldn't move, couldn't do anything. He felt so useless.

"Call 911!" He yelled out to a small crowd that had begun to walk their way. They looked panicked before one woman pulled out her phone.

"Derek? Derek, please... Heal. Heal for me. Come on." Stiles choked back the sobs that threatened to spill. He couldn't cry. Not in front of Derek like this.

Derek was going to be fine. He would heal. "Why aren't you healing?" Stiles asked. Derek had gone stiff before collapsing next to Stiles. Stiles leaned out and made sure he didn't hit the ground. The blood around Derek's mouth amplified his pale face. Derek rested his hand against the pavement trying to stand up. He couldn't even put weight on his arm.

"I-I'm f-fine." Derek tried to stand up again, but Stiles kept him sitting. Stiles didn't care for the fact that his clothes were now covered in blood. He only cared that the blood was Derek's.

"No! Derek, keep looking at me. Come on, Just a few hours ago you couldn't take your eyes off me. I want to see your eyes." His efforts were futile.

"'s fine, Stiles. I'll heal." Derek mumbled, a small cough coming out. Derek closed his eyes.

"Derek! Derek, don't! Open your eyes!" Stiles gently slapped Derek's face. His heart was erratic and he saw his tears fall onto Derek's already wet shirt. "Look at me!" Stiles was now yelling.

He knew he had heard that sound before. He could recognized the sound of a gunshot from anywhere.

I am so sorry this took a while to upload. I am so mad because the entire chapter got deleted and I was so pissed off I didn't write it again for a day. Uh I'm still extremely mad about it!

GRRRRRR

Chapter dedicated to my friend Hope! Hope you liked it...

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