Warning there is smut in this chapter

Chapter 13

Stiles wanted to put it out of his mind, he didn't want to think of anything weird and potentially life and relationship ruining, so he focused on the rest of his class and tried to put any thoughts of Derek out of his mind.

Unfortunately it wasn't working, he couldn't get that last look of Derek's face out of his mind, how he was happy, smirking, it was a look of pure joy and Stiles somehow had the feeling that it was the first time in a long time that he felt joy like that, and it made him sad to think that.

It also made him think he was crazy, having all of these visions of a person he had never even met and was already dead, he had wondered if he had some kind of mental disease, but his father had said they didn't have any mental breakdowns in his family and his mom had told him the same thing.

The bell rang and everyone walked out of class, Stiles grabbed his stuff, head still full of thoughts on what was happening to him, when he walked out of the door, he suddenly hit something and fell, he looked up to see it was Damien, his face full of concern, and then it was like a blur the world changed and so did Damien, he was different again, darker like he had had a lot of hardships in his life and too few moments of happiness. But even with that look he seemed happy, he was smiling widely and talking but Stiles couldn't hear any words coming out, it was just silence and when he looked at this Damien, he got the same feeling when he saw Derek, powerful and real, the scene suddenly changed again and his Damien was back, grabbing his arm and picking him up.

"Stiles?", Damien asked in concern.

"Yeah, Yeah", he shook his head trying to dislodge the image of other Damien, "I'm alright, I was thinking and didn't see you sorry about that".

Damien smiled sadly, "Yeah, I could tell, I kept calling your name but I figured you were lost in that head of yours".

Stiles nodded, he kind of hated himself after seeing Derek, he was having these feelings for a dead man, and here was his wonderful, sweet, awesome and ridiculously hot boyfriend who cared about him.

He didn't know what the hell to think about the other Damien, though it seemed he came just like Derek did, like a vision or a dream.

So Stiles made a decision, he was going to focus on Damien, because he was really feeling like a bad boyfriend lately and he didn't Damien to worry about him, he wanted him happy, not constantly worried about his sanity.

Stiles smiled at him, and Damien looked at him with confusion, "how about we go to Lydia's party tonight?"

Damien looked like he wanted to protest but Stiles wasn't having it, "look, I know I've been acting weird lately and I kind of really need a pick me up right now, I promise we can talk about it tomorrow".

Damien looked at him, like he didn't want to let it go right now, but Stiles tried to imitate the puppy dog look Scott would give him sometimes when he wanted to get something from him and it looked like it worked because Damien sighed and nodded his head in defeat, "Ok, but we will talk about it tomorrow, I'm worried about you", he whispered.

Stiles nodded his head, "Ok we will but the rest of the day is just going to be fun, we're going to Lydia's party and I'm staying at your place", Stiles quickly pecked him on the lips and went to class, while Damien stood there looking bewildered at his statement.

The rest of his classes passed in a blur and he quickly walked out of the last class and out into the hallway. He went to his locker playing with the combination and he saw Allison at hers, she looked incredibly sad and considering what Scott hat told him, he would be sad too if he forget about a loved ones death.

He went over to her with caution, she looked miserable and her eyes were teary and she was red faced, "hey" he said with a smile, she looked at him and smiled back, "hey", then looked at a picture on her locker door and suddenly became even more miserable, "you know, she was the coolest aunt ever, she would come over and tell me funny stories about my dad whenever I was mad at him", Stiles nodded, his mom would do the same thing when he was mad at his dad.

He looked at the picture and it was one of Kate and Derek, they were hugging each other, they were all cozy and were sitting on the steps of the same house that he had seen before and it happened again his world shifted, and he turned around, Allison and everyone else had disappeared and Derek was walking down the hallway, an intense look on his face.

He was approaching him and it was like he was staring through him, and Stiles was about to speak when but Derek got closer and just went through him like he wasn't ever there, and when he turned around Derek wasn't there, Allison was and everyone was back in the hallway.

"Stiles, are you okay?" Allison asked him, a concerned look on her face.

Stiles grabbed her hand and pulled her into an empty classroom, he took a deep breath and tried to gather his thoughts, every time someone mentioned Derek, he appeared, he needed to know more this was happening, he was having these visions for some reason and it was all connected to Derek.

"Tell me what you know about Derek Hale?", Stiles asked her his voice full of seriousness.

Allison looked stunned and surprised, "Umm, he was a great guy, would come over sometimes with his brother, umm, he was going to college at Santa Barbara, and he really cared a lot for his family and you could tell he was in love with my sister, Kate, he was always starry eyed around her", and what she said, didn't make sense the Derek she was describing was the Derek, he was seeing.

If Stiles had to guess, the Derek who died isn't the Derek he was seeing, it was like Damien, a completely different person, none of it made sense, and this Derek seemed normal, no weirdness at all, the other Derek had glowing blue eyes and fangs sometimes. It seemed as if he was seeing a whole different world with a different Damien and Derek, the question was why?

"Umm, Stiles why do you need to know about Derek?", Allison asked.

Stiles didn't know what to tell her, he didn't want to say that he was seeing her dead aunt's dead boyfriend, who turned out wasn't actually him, but a different him from a completely different world.

He was about to make some awkward excuse, but there was a sudden knock at the door and both of them looked at it. It was Damien, and he had a confused look on his face, he came in and was wearing his gym clothes, which consisted of a skin clinging white-beater and some black shorts and he had backpack on. Stiles really wondered how he had gotten a boyfriend this hot. You could see the outline of his six pack, and his toned arms, they weren't overly large but they were strong, Stiles knew how much from experience.

"What's going on here?", Damien asked in a curious voice.

Allison smiled and Stiles knew it was a fake one, Damien gave him some of the same smiles when he didn't want him to worry about him, "Nothing, Stiles was just consoling me".

Damien face turned apologetic quickly, "I'm sorry".

Allison shook head, waving the sadness off, "thank you", she looked at Stiles one more time with an expression that said, 'this talk isn't over' and left.

"What was all that about", Damien asked Stiles once she was gone.

Stiles shook his head, "nothing", he didn't want to tell Damien anything, he promised him a worry free fun filled day and that was what he was going to give him.

He walked to Damien and grabbed his face, pushing their mouths together, Damien responded, igniting a passionate kiss. Their hands were roaming around each other, pulling and clenching. Stiles slipped his hands under Damien's white-beater and his breath hitched. Stiles knew that Damien was sensitive to his touch.

Damien broke away from the kissing and tilted his head back. Stiles quickly attacked his neck, biting and sucking, he backed Damien into a wall, and slipped Damien's backpack off, then went to the door locked it and pulled the blinds down.

Both of them were breathing heavy, Damien was still glued to the wall, his white-beater pulled up above his glistening stomach. Damien's shorts were also tenting and Stiles bit his lips, he was hard too. He was done with the visions for today, he had a hot-ass boyfriend to take care of and a party to enjoy later.

"Stiles", Damien shook his head and whispered, and Stiles quickly covered him, he attacked his mouth, Damien reluctantly responded but quickly responded when Stiles' tongues slipped into his mouth, he slipped his hands under his shirt caressing Stiles' back and Stiles moaned into his mouth.

They broke away and Damien began panting, "Stiles, we can't last time we almost got caught", and Damien moaned loudly, Stiles was nibbling on his ear.

"If you can be quiet, we won't", Stiles whispered softly.

Stiles attacked Damien's neck, and the sound of moaning filled the air, "Stiles, I'm sweaty and ahhhh…" Damien groaned, when Stiles bit him.

"I don't care, let me take care of you, please", Stiles whispered into his neck.

Stiles had been a horrible boyfriend, Damien was worrying about him while he was off into crazy world, having visions and feelings for other men. He was going to take care of him, because Damien was always taking care of him.

"Ok", Damien whispered and the look on his face was one of understanding.

Stiles smiled and took that as an invitation, he ran his hands up Damien's sculpted stomach. Damien began gasping and trembling reacting to Stiles' touch.

Stiles dropped to his knees, his fore head rested against Damien's abs, his cock had tented his shorts and Stiles hands caressed his thighs. Damien spread his legs and trembled even more, "Stiles", he whispered.

Stiles hands went to the back of his thighs, his hands roamed upward and settled on Damien's ass. He gripped it and Damien moaned.

Stiles travelled downward nosing Damien's covered cock and heard gasps and moaning from above, he pulled down the shorts, exposing Damien's cock.

Stiles swiped his tongue against the head, all the while starting at Damien's face, his head was thrown back and his back arched.

"Ahhh…. please", Damien said as Stiles relentlessly swiped his tongue up and down his cock.

Stiles smiled, pleased that he was getting this reaction from him, "Okay", he whispered.

He grabbed Damien's cock and put the head into just his mouth and he sucked, drawing out more sounds of pleasure from him. Damien's eyes rolled back and he began to tremble.

Stiles hands slid up Damien's trembling stomach and to his chest, grabbing and rubbing his nipples. Stiles took him deeper and Damien grabbed onto Stiles hands watching, him bob up and down on his cock.

Damien put one hand on Stiles' head, gripping his hair, he moved his hips, thrusting slowly in time with Stiles creating a rhythm.

Stiles moaned around Damien, he loved every inch of Damien's body, he could never get enough of it, and while they weren't touchy feely in public, they were when they were alone, and at times like these it helped, because of it he knew want Damien liked.

Damien pulled Stiles off of him and up. He pushed their mouths together, tongues rolling together and hands roaming each other.

"You have too many clothes on", Damien pulled off Stiles button down and pulled his shirt off, he rubbed his hands up Stiles stomach marveling at Stiles own six pack, he kissed Stiles neck eliciting groans and gasps from him.

He went lower and bit one of Stiles nipples, "ahhh…shit", Stiles moaned. He slowly made his way lowered, tracing the outline of Stiles six pack and licked the down the happy trail on his stomach.

Stiles gasped, gripped Damien's shoulder and pulled him up, he pushed him onto a desk, slipping his shorts off and kissed him passionately.

Damien kissed him, all the while he was unbuckling Stiles' belt and unbuttoning his jeans. Damien broke away and lowered Stiles' jean exposing his cock, he grabbed it and slowly caressed it, Stiles gasped into his neck holding onto the desk.

"Fuck, that feels good", Stiles whispered heatedly.

Damien laughed, and continued to rub him, bring him closer to cumming. Stiles knocked Damien's hand away and grabbed his thighs, he walked in between them and brought their cocks together, thrusting.

Damien gripped Stiles waist, trying to bring him closer, "Stiles, feels so good, so fucking good" he moaned.

Stiles thrust faster, their cocks rubbing against each other slick from their pre-come, he was close and he could feel it, he pulled Damien closer and kissed him, it was hot and full of passion.

He felt it then the overwhelming pleasure, Damien was moaning loudly and Stiles captured the sound with his mouth, he gasped and then came thrusting even harder and moaning.

Damien came too, a few moments later, both of them were still gasping and wouldn't stop kissing for the moment. Stiles slowly ended the kiss and stepped back, Damien after sex was a sight to see, his stomach was covered in cum and he was breathing heavy, his skin glistening with sweat and he looked incredibly hot, it made Stiles want to go again, but this time even further, the thought of it made him get hard again.

He suddenly heard a breathless laugh, "Stiles, as much as I want you to fuck me, I think my quota of public school sex has been filled for the day", Damien said smiling.

Stiles chuckled and stepped closer to Damien and softly kissed him, "I know, it's just you look so hot like this", he pecked Damien on his lips and it turned into an even deeper kiss, he could feel Damien getting hard too.

He was suddenly pushed back, he looked at Damien and he was biting his lip, trying to get his breathing under control, "come on, help me get cleaned up, I can't go out there like this".

Stiles chuckled and grabbed Damien's discarded white beater and wiped his stomach off and himself, "you have another shirt right?" Stiles asked.

Damien chuckled, "yes, I do actually", he went to his backpack and pulled on the red-v neck he had on earlier and his shorts.

Stiles got dressed too, and then Damien came up to him, pull him close and whispered, "but that doesn't mean we can't have more hot sex tonight", he pecked on the lips and left leaving his boyfriend standing there in shock.

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Stiles went home and got ready, he was really excited to go to this party, Lydia always threw the best ones and it would be a good chance to get his mind off of recent events.

The spontaneous sex he had today definitely helped his mood, Stiles wasn't very aggressive during sex but he kind of was today and he loved it, it felt great.

Stiles walked downstairs and got ready for the party, he put on his best black and white button and the batman shirt that Damien loved so much and walked downstairs and saw his father.

"Hey Dad", his father was sitting at the table when Stiles ran downstairs, he narrowed his eyes at him.

"Where are you going?", he asked.

Stiles didn't want to tell him he was going to a party, or that he was staying at Damien's house. Damien was his best friend before they started dating and his family treated him like another son since he only had his Uncle, Scott's boss Deaton, but that had a limit and Stiles staying at his boyfriend's house and going to a party would hit it.

"Umm, Damien and I were going to Scott's house for a study session", Stiles asked in a rushed voice.

His Dad nodded his head, "So, where's your book bag?", he asked.

Stiles looked around, he had forgotten where he put it but then he looked down at his keys and had an idea, "Umm, it's in the Jeep which I was on my way to right now before Damien came and picked me up".

His Dad then rubbed his chin in a thoughtful manner, "Stiles, you wouldn't happen to be lying because your going to that party are you?"

Stiles bit his lip, he knew his father would find out eventually but not before he actually went, maybe after would've been a little better, but Stiles wasn't going to let Dad stop him from having fun tonight.

He let out a sigh and looked down, "No actually, I was going to Damien's house…it's like a little date thing and I was planning on spending the night"

His Dad let out a sigh, "well, at least I know where you are and take some clothes, I don't want your mother waking up and seeing you trying to sneak in like a walk of shame".

Stiles looked up surprised, he was actually letting him stay at his boyfriend's house and happiness burst from him, he hurriedly ran to his Dad and hugged, "Thank you, so much"

"Yeah, just try not to lie, Damien is like family you know, I might not of liked him being here this morning, but that was because I didn't know he was here", he whispered to him.

"Ok, no more, hiding him in my room", Stiles let him go and ran up the stairs getting some clothes for the night, he ran back downstairs, saw his mom, she had just gotten home and was looking at him in surprise.

He pecked her on the cheek, "love you, mom, dad, got go bye" he said as he ran out and hopped into his jeep, driving to his Damien's house, happy with the seal of approval his father had given him.

He arrived at Damien's house and his Uncle seemed to be home, before he got out his phone began to ring, he looked at it and saw that it was his mom.

He answered it, "Hi, mom is everything alright"

His mom laughed, "Yes it is, your father told me where you were going tonight, I just wanted to say be safe".

When his mom said that he had a little freak out, the first time they had tried to educate him on being safe after they had found out him and Damien were dating it didn't go so well, let's just say that the vacuum tube never recovered from the incident with the condom and the banana.

"MOM!, we're not, it's not, why say this now?", he whined.

His mom began to chuckle, "I just want you and Damien to be safe that's all, we love you"

"Okay I'll will be, don't worry", Stiles said.

"Okay that's all I wanted to say, have fun", then she hanged up.

Stiles looked at his phone and shook his head. He would never understand his mother, but he loved and she cared for the both of them, that all he could ask for.

He got his stuff and got out of the car, he pulled out his key that he had made and opened the door, he poked his head inside the living room, and saw Deaton sitting there reading a newspaper, he quietly made his way up the stairs, when it creaked.

"Stiles, I know you there", Deaton said calmly.

Stiles stopped and gestured his annoyance at the stairs and went back down to greet Deaton. It wasn't that he didn't like that man, he did, it was just that he had shown up just two years ago out of the blue to take care of Damien when his parents went on a humanitarian trip, he was nice but he never gave out too much about himself in the two years that he had known him. Damien seemed to get along with him even though he rebelled a bit after his parents left and Stiles had to talk some sense into him.

"Hey Deaton, I was just going upstairs to see Damien", Stiles smiled and rubbed his head shyly.

"I know, Damien told me that you would be staying just wanted to tell you make yourself at home", Deaton said.

"Okay, I will", Stiles answered then he pointed to the stairs as if he needed permission to go.

Deaton nodded his head, and Stiles booked it out of there, making his way to Damien's room, it seemed that Damien was just getting ready, his clothes were on his bed. Stiles sat down on the desk chair and looked at all the pictures of them on Damien's desktop.

There was one of them hugging at a lacrosse game after Stiles scored the winning goal, there was another one, it showed them at Damien's 16th birthday party, it was when Stiles figured out he liked boys but one boy in particular and the boy happened to be his best friend and he was about to tell him when Damien kissed and told him the only gift that he really wanted was Stiles.

Stiles was too happy to notice that his mom had taken a picture when they were kissing, and he was too excited to even worry about it. He heard the door shut and turned around to see Damien with just a towel around his waist, water gleaning on him.

Damien smiled, went over and kissed him, "hey babe"

Stiles smiled back and "hey, how was your shower?", asked awkwardly.

Damien laughed and shook his head, "It was good let me get dressed then we can go", he answered as he took his clothes and walked out of the room.

Stiles was still in awe and astonishment of how he had gotten that, and he knew he shouldn't be thinking like that, Damien would kill him if he knew he did, but the thought popped up when realized just how lucky he was.

Damien only took a few minutes, he wore a black v-neck with some black jeans and a leather jacket, and when Stiles saw him, the scene shifted again and this time Damien was standing there his clothes were the same all accept the wolf's fang hanging around his neck and Stiles suddenly realized that it was other Damien, and before he could do anything the scene shifted and his Damien was back.

He wanted to know what the hell was happening to him, why it was happening, why was it he always saw Damien and Derek. He could see why he was visioning about Damien, he was his boyfriend he saw him everyday, but Derek was a complete mystery to him.

"Babe, we don't have to go if you don't want to", Damien said snapping Stiles from his thoughts.

Stiles shook his head, he was not going to let this visions ruin today.

"Nope I'm fine, you ready to go?", Stiles asked get up and walking to the door.

Damien looked at him with worry, but nodded his head reluctantly, they walked downstairs. Damien walked passed the dining room, and Deaton took one look at them and smiled softly.

"Hey, we're leaving so don't wait up", Damien said he quickly pulled Stiles out of the house with him.

They got into Stiles' Jeep and Stiles drove all the while babbling about oatmeal and coffee, for some odd reason. Damien was unusually quiet for the ride to Lydia's house.

"How are you okay?", he asked him and Damien chuckled, Stiles didn't know what made Damien get moody at the moment

"I'm fine just a little hungry that's all", Damien answered.

Stiles chuckled and turned to look at him, but Damien wasn't there it was Derek, and his voice was silent this time. Stiles could actually hear him and Derek looked wounded at hurt, there was what looked like to a fever taking over him and the words he said didn't make sense.

"I need to go home, Stiles", Derek said, but it wasn't all he said, it seemed like he was repeating the same thing over and over. Stiles was about to ask what was wrong, but he suddenly heard a car horn blaring and was blinded by a light, his steering wheel was suddenly grabbed and turned making the Jeep avoid the truck.

"Stiles, what the hell?", Damien yelled, he was still taking control of the wheel, Stiles quickly grabbed it before answering, he knew what he needed to do to find out about these visions.

"I'm sorry, I will explain everything once we get there", Stiles answered.

"Where?", Damien asked.

"The Hale house", Stiles whispered.

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The car ride to the Hale house was deadly silent, Stiles didn't want to tell Damien until, he got to the house. He felt like he needed to go there, something there was important.

They arrived at the house, but you couldn't really even call it that, it was burnt down, yeah it was still standing, but it looked like it could fall down if a small wind was blowing.

Stiles got out and walked to the house, Damien close by him, but him giving him space all the same, and he was thankful for that.

Stiles went closer to the house and really looked at it, and then he felt something moving in the back of his skull, traveling to front, rushing out and suddenly he was hit with memories.

He saw him and Damien as kids, playing at school and Damien at his house, he remembers Damien leaving and never seeing again him for a long time. He remembers meeting Scott, the small kid that would get picked on by bullies, he remembers sitting by his mother's deathbed, watching as she died slowly and painfully. He sees him and Scott in the woods, and getting separated.

The memory of Scott coming to him saying he was bitten by a werewolf and asking him for help. He remembers seeing Derek Hale for first time, tall, dark and intimidating and all the horrors of his uncle, Peter. He remembers meeting Isaac, Boyd, Erica, the kanima, and Allison going badass hunter. He remembers how it all ended with Jackson turning from Kanima into a werewolf and Gerard dying a well-deserved death. He finally remembers Damien coming back into his life, older, darker and so full of sadness and the Crone that had attacked him.

He remembers it all and he realizes that this world was never really real, the visions were pieces of his real life coming through and that made him incredibly sad and happy.

Stile broke down into tears, he had forgotten his friend and family, he had forgotten everything and he remembers every detail of this life that he wishes was real.

Damien came running and hugged him close, "Stiles, what's wrong, what happened?"

Stiles grabbed him and he didn't want to let him go, "It was you", he whispered.

Damien pulled him back and looked at him, "what?"

Tears were streaming down his face, he was overwhelm with sadness, "This is what I wanted to happen if you didn't leave, if there weren't any werewolves".

"Stiles, what are you talking about?", Damien asked with confusion and worry on his face.

But before Stiles could say anything else, it was like a tear in space appeared behind Damien, it was a blinding white light and he could barely see, he knew it was to get out of here, out of this curse that gave a life he had always wondered what it would've been like.

He walked away from Damien and closer to the light, he could feel warmth emanating from it.

His arm was suddenly grasped and he turned to see Damien, he had fear and despair in his eyes, "please don't leave me"

"Damien", Stiles whispered, this Damien was different it was the one he thought would've been like if he was truly happy and didn't have all the hardships.

"Please, just please don't leave me", he whispered and it broke his heart to see him like this, he was crying and looked like he would've fallen apart if Stiles said no.

Stiles brought him close and hugged him tightly, "I have to", he said sadly and then he broke away from him and went into the light.

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Sorry it took so long for this chapter, I was very busy with school, I hope you like this chapter and I would love feedback on the smut, it was my first time writing it.

Don't forget to review and thank you for reading

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