Chapter 2
How many times can you say you have slept in a mansion, with 4 built in bathrooms? Not many, not at all actually; and Stiles was going to take full advantage of it. But first, time for exploring.
"Dude, you have a built in cellar." said Stiles with awe, "With tons of food!" he said annoyed, "You had all this food down here all the time and you didn't think to memtion it? and I've been living off mayo sandwiches, not cool."
Derek just shrugged.
"How can you not mention you have all this food? and a built in freezer? actually just forget it." said Stiles spotting a huge tub of ice cream "You're forgiven as long as I can eat all this." he said, staggering under the weight of the ice cream as he carried it. Stiles didn't wait for a reply as he trudged upstairs carrying the icecream. "Scott! Check out what Derek had hidden in his basement."
"Dude that better not be an euphemism for anything. Whah!" replied Scott with awe spotting what Stiles was carrying, before grabbing a spoon and digging in.
"Hey sour wolf,"called Stiles, "Come over here and try this."
"I dont really like ice cream." he replied.
"C'mon, live a little." he said waving the spoon around, as it dripped on the floor, Derek rolled his eyes, but walked over anyway, just to stop Stiles dripping icecream on his clean floor. He almost fell off his seat as Stiles shoved icecream into his mouth, the chocolatey goodness melting in his mouth as he couldn't help but eat more.

10 minutes later everyones stomach was full to bursting point and and they still had half a cartoon left.
"Im out." said Scott running to the bathroom.
"Wimp!" Yelled Stiles, as he too ran to the closest thing, which was the sink and threw up. Derek having more self control and haven eating noticibly less, just threw the icecream away before Stiles could eat more. Which Derek knew he was stupid enough to do, just to prove to Scott he was "more awesome", because he could eat more icecream. In the next moment, true to his prediction, Derek was proven right, when Stiles innocently asked where his ice cream was.
"I threw it away." he replied with feigned annoyance.
"I was going to eat that." Stiles replied.
"No you weren't."
"I could have."
"No you couldn't."
"Hey your looking at the record holder for -" said Stiles as he threw up and Derek shook his head, handing him a glass of water,
"No more icecream" Derek said firmly.
"Alright." Stiles said as he threw up again, "Curse Scott and his eating competitions." Only to be reminded by Derek that the eating competition was his idea.

"Icecream?" Teased Derek as he sat next to Stiles laying on the couch.
"Get that demon food away from me." cursed Stiles feeling queazy at even the slightest mention of icecream.
"You sure?" said Derek, as he sat there smugly with a bowl of ice cream, Stiles just threw a pillow at him.

"Two days," complained Scott "It's been raing for two days straight, and now the powers gone out. It's horrible here, I hate it, its cold, and drafty, I miss home. My mom's probably worried out of her mind by now."
"My dad as well." fretted Stiles, "You sure the phones aren't working yet."
Derek shook his head with hidden guilty joy disguised under a layer of sympathy.
"You'll have to stick it out here for a bit longer."
Scott grumpily got up and went to sulk in his room, shooting Derek a dirty look like the bad weather was his fault.
Derek frowned at Scott's reluctance to stay.
"You know, once you get over the dog smell, its actually nice here, for a place in the middle of nowhere." said Stiles grinning to try to cheer Derek up.
"You said you liked the dog smell, something about it being musky."
"I never said that." said Stiles, "I never said that." he said loudly to an invisible audience.
Derek just raised an disbelieving eyebrow.
"Why do you live here all alone in the middle of nowhere anyway?" Said Stiles to change the topic.
"Its quiet here."
"Yeah, but doesn't it get lonely, in this big old place."
Derek looked pained, and took a long time to answer "Sometimes." he said quietly.
Stiles could understand the feeling. It was silent for a while, till Derek impulsively leaned over and kissed Stiles. Stiles felt all the air leave him at once as Derek kissed him, and as he brought him closer, running his hands up along Derek's sides, the unfamiliar feel of Derek's mouth against his, he knew their was no other person he would have rather shared his first kiss with.

The candlelight played across their faces in a mirror of light and dark, as they kissed. Their hands ran over each others bodies, trying and testing as they kissed under the candle light, the rain battering against the windows, and the wind faintly howling in the distance, an unnoticed annoyance as they mapped out each others bodies.

"Whoa, oh, um, I just wanted to get a drink of water, and um apologise, but I see your busy, so I'll come back later." Said Scott lamely, almost tripping over the edge of the carpet as he awkwardly rushed past them trying to leave the room as quick as possible.
Derek grinned at Scott's awkwardness, when they were doing nothing that was more than PG 15+ rated.
"Shut up you." Said Stiles.
"What?" Said Derek innocently, as he played with the button on the front of Stiles pants.
Stiles just kissed him again. "If you weren't so hot" but the rest of the words were lost against Derek's mouth as he kissed Stiles deeper.

For one night in a long time, as he held Stiles in his arms, Derek didn't completely hate living in his house.