Stiles jumps into his jeep, preparing for a long apology and explanation for Derek, when his car decided to be stupid and not start. 'Great.' Stiles thought, 'Another horrible thing to happen today.' Pulling open the front door to his house, his eyes change, everything becomes a little bit more translucent, and he sees what he needs.

Walking down into the basement he sees the book, but just one problem. When Stiles sees the book its behind a lot of concrete, and dirt, the book is just in there sitting in dirt. 'Why would my mother put her Grimoire in there?' He thinks, before its like a switch in his head came on, 'A false room.' He places his hand on the wall, moving parallel, finding that one special spot. A brick moves under his touch, and he knows its the one. He pulls the brick out, the wall starts to move, the bricks rearrange, and create a doorway for him.

He moves his head forward, seeing the book-lined shelves, the table's overflowing in pages and books. He takes a step inside, and the books around him start to move, about ten books start to whirl around him, making him a small tornado. He gets confused, wondering why the books would react this way, when he figures they're just charmed to help. "Teleportation Spell." He says aloud, making the still-glowing book on the shelf fly over to join in the whirlwind, the book flipping open to the page and falling to the ground, the same page up. He bends down, picking the big book up off of the floor. He hmm's and ah's as he reads the page, setting it down and gathering the necessities. He picks up a handful of mountain ash, having already put a handful in his pocket and throws it in the air, creating a circle around himself. "Ianuae Magicae Derek scriptor." He says, focusing on the thrum of energy running underneath his skin.

He opens his eyes to a apartment he has never seen before and some man yelling at him. 'Should have specified which Derek's I guess.' He thought before throwing up the ash and it landing around him in a perfect circle, "Ianuae Magicae Derek Hale est scriptor."

Stiles opened his eyes to some person straddling Derek's hips while he is lying on the ground. He cleared his throat, trying to get either of their attention. "Derek." He finally said when Derek wasn't paying any attention to him.

The man on top of Derek turned around, "Go away." He said, white fog going into his mouth from Derek's.

"What the hell?" Stiles yelled, throwing his hand to his right, sending the man into the glass windows, they shattered around him, and the man was left floating over the road below. "Who the hell are you?" Stiles commanded.

"Ah, its the young Stilinski witch, so nice to meet you. I am Theo, and I am a Incubus. Now could you please put me over there by the man so I can resume my lunch?" Theo pleaded, making grabby hands towards Derek.

"Uh, no. Thats my Alpha and you can't suck off of his sexual energies." Stiles said, and would laugh, the thought of Derek having sex with a man. Ha, if it weren't for the Incubus in front of him.

Theo takes a subtle whiff of the air, smelling him. "Ah, Jealousy, I see. Well, if you do me one favor, I will let that man live, and maybe I'll even keep him in his little haze so you can sex him up. Sounds like a deal?"

"Hmmmm, Lemme think. No." Stiles said, before dropping the man, letting him fall to his death. He ran over to Derek, seeing his eyes open. "Derek?"

"What happened?" Derek questioned, rolling onto his side.

"Your virtue was at stake." Stiles said, straight faced.

"I don't have a virtue Stiles."

"I mean your butt Virtue." Stiles said, rolling his eyes.

"What makes you think I haven't been fucked?" Derek says, looking up at Stiles with a smirk on his lips as he watched the young man trying to come up with something to say.

"But you're all, 'Grrr, I'm going to rip out your throat with my teeth.' And your huge, and you're You." Stiles argued.

"Stiles I haven't been fucked, I was kidding, but I have fucked a man." Derek said, getting up off of the ground. Stiles stared in shock at the massive muscled man which he now noticed was only in underwear and he himself was supporting a massive hard on.

"Well, besides coming to save your life, I came to apologise for the way I acted this morning." Stiles said, trying to look anywhere except for little Derek who wasn't very little at all. Stop that train of thought Stiles.

"Well then?" Derek asked expectantly

"I'm really sorry for my outburst." Stiles said, finally finding the courage to look Derek in the eyes.

"It's fine Stiles, I didn't know about your mom and I know family is a sore subject. I'm going to go take a shower." Derek said, kissing Stiles' cheek and whispering in his ear, "You might want to go get rid of the snake in your pants."

Stiles watched the way Derek's ass muscles moved under the boxer briefs as he walked towards the restroom. Before he himself left the apartment, walking home in the dark.