Chapter 8: The Robbery

Stiles walked up and down the aisles of the late night convenience store grabbing items as he walked towards the had moped around for the past week thinking about Derek. And although he was determined to eventually find wherever Derek was hiding and beg him to come back, he was ready for a night of just drinking alone in his room flushing out the sadness. Stiles set down a pack of beer and some chips on the front store counter all while giving the cashier a dorky smile. He kept his smile locked on his face even though the cashier wasn't scanning the items.

"I.D?"

Stiles let out a fake laugh as he pushed the pack of beer closer to the cashier. "I'm 21…come on, you can tell. Look at this face. Look at this body, I've been working on it since I was 16."

The cashier began to speak when two guys dressed in all black broke through the door. One put a gun to Stiles' head and pushed him into the backroom while the other guy hit the cashier over the head with the gun. The gunman tied Stiles' hands and feet. He stole lifted Stiles' wallet and shoes before knocking him out cold.

Stiles gained consciousness as he began crying hysterically into the familiar hand that was rubbing his head. He realized it was Derek while he tried to focus his blurred vision. Derek placed his jacket around Stiles' shoulders and carried him out of the store in his arms. Still shaken up, Stiles remained quietly crying and shaking during the car ride home. When they got to the house, Derek helped Stiles up the stairs and set him on the bed.

"Derek, what about the robbers and cashier?"

Derek kept his voice in a hushed state knowing Stiles' probably had a headache due to the hit to his head. "The robbers got away, but the cashier is fine." Derek carefully dabbed a wet washcloth on the bleeding gash on Stiles' head. "He hit you really hard…" Derek' eyes filled with tears and anger and he kept pressure on the cut.

Stiles grabbed Derek's arm and slowly raised it down. "Why are you mad?"

"Because I wasn't there to protect you and now you might have a fucking concussion. This is my fault!"

Stiles sat up against the headboard of his bed and rubbed Derek's back. "This is not your fault. But why did you leave the way you did?"

Derek got up and walked toward the door. "I don't want you hurt anymore than you already are so I still have to leave."

"This cut on my head is not what's hurting me. You are! I sit here in my bed every night and cry, praying you climb in through my window so I can fall asleep in the arms of someone I love! I don't even know what I did to make you leave like that. Just please stay. Please Derek!"

Derek's voice shook his house as he yelled. "I LEFT ALL OF THIS SO I DON'T HAVE TO WATCH YOU DIE STILES! I didn't want to do it. But you can't sit here and ask me to choose us over your own life. That isn't right."

"—What are you talking about Derek? How am I going to die if we are together?"

Derek sat down in the hallway closing his eyes to explain. "Isaac told me to leave you so that he would have a chance with you. He said if I didn't disappear from your life, then he kill you." Derek took in a deep breath.

"I—I love you Stiles. And I have been completely alone for the last six years, so it's fine if I continue like that. As long as you're safe."

Stiles' eyes filled with tears. "That was the first time you told me you love me like that. I don't care what Isaac tries to do. You're the Alpha and he's just a piece of your pack. You set the rules. He doesn't. And If he succeeds with his plan…I want to die knowing we were together and not apart."

Derek stood up and pressed Stiles against the wall gently and kissed him. Stiles stopped kissing to continue his heartfelt speech. "And I don't like the fact you were alone for so long. That was unfair to…"

Derek cut in. "It's not your fault…."

"I'm lucky to be with you…In fact, I want to give you something." Stiles led Derek from the hallway back into the bedroom. He opened the dresser drawer and began fiddling around before turning around to face Derek. He held the item from the dresser behind his back. "Ok. Guess." Derek smiled as he pulled Stiles closer to him.

"…I can smell the latex. But are you sure you're ready? Don't feel like you need to give me anything. I want you to be comfortable with this."

Stiles nuzzled his neck into Derek's chest as they stood in front of the bed. "I'm always comfortable with you. Trust me, I'm ready." Derek and Stiles laid down on the bed as they faced each other. Their lips softly pressed together as their hands explored each other's bodies. They knew they didn't want to rush anything so they kept it slow and gentle. Derek laid flat on the bed and Stiles got on top. He showered Derek's neck with short, soft kisses as he glided his hands along the sides of Derek's chest. Stiles unbuckled his belt and kicked off his pants while he remained on top of Derek. The heat from Derek's body washed over Stiles like a wave. As Derek kicked off his pants, Stiles slid his tongue along Derek's happy trail before teasing around his navel. The prickle feeling from Derek's shaved body hair sent shivers down Stiles' spine.

Derek flipped Stiles onto his back and slid off Stiles' boxers.

Stiles sat up. "I'm a little nervous."

"I'll go slow and if you want me to stop, just say something. This is our moment, not just mine. I want you to be comfortable."

Stiles nodded. "Okay."

Derek slid the condom on and lubed up. Stiles winced as Derek slid in. He held onto Derek tightly during the slow thrusts. It was an usual feeling, but it began to feel really good to Stiles. Within a short time, every thrust was shooting an electrical current of pleasure throughout Stiles. They stayed in the same in the same position as it felt the most comfortable to Stiles. He kept his legs propped up on Derek's shoulders while sweat trickled down their bodies. Stiles grasped the bed sheets and arched his back as Derek kept a slow rhythm in both of the motions he was doing. Derek remained inside Stiles while he stroked Stiles into eventually finishing. Derek kept sucking on Stiles' neck as he finished to.

After wiping themselves down, they laid curled up together completely out of breath and drenched in sweat.

"That was amazing! Sex on the bed is officially crossed off of the list. Next time we are so doing it either in the back seat of your car or on the hood of your car. Don't argue." Stiles laughed.

"…you can have whatever you want..." Derek ran his fingers through Stiles' sweaty hair.

"I liked how your muscles tensed up when you shot. But did you really have to dig your nails into my back and nearly choke me out with your legs while you did?" Derek joked around as he began getting dressed. Stiles put on his boxers and a t-shirt. He changed out of his sweat soaked socks and sat back onto the bed.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. You were the one hitting that one spot constantly."

They laid on the bed talking to each other until they drifted off into sleep.

I tried to do my best at keeping the sex scene T rated. That's why it isn't super wild and raunchy. Eventually i'll write a mature rated story for that though.