Chapter 9: Arrows of Love & Death

"DAMN IT DEREK!" Stiles screamed out as Derek stood behind him and held his arms to the wall.Derek nibbled on Stiles' ear softly before moving his tongue along Stiles' neck.

"Keep going. Faster." Derek picked up the pace leading Stiles to let out a short, quiet whimpers with every thrust. "Ok…ok. Where do you want it? In or out?" Derek struggled to ask the question as he held onto Stiles completely out of breath.

"In…"

Derek remained at a steady pace. He clenched onto Stiles' hand and tightened every muscle in his body as he finished. Stiles dug his nails along the wall he had held onto so dearly during the duration of the event. Sweaty, and out of breath, Stiles fell back onto the bed along with Derek and stared at the ceiling.

"You think it's healthy to be doing this so much? We've literally done it twelve times in the past 3 days." Stiles kept his hand moving slowly and softly along Derek's sweaty chest.

"I think it's healthy." Derek remained still on the mattress.

"You're just saying that, cause you like doing it so much."

"—I definitely don't mind it. But it's healthy. Think of all the calories we lose." Derek got up from the bed and put his shirt on.

"…cause of all the positions?" Stiles asked

"Yep." Derek responded as he slid his boxers back on. Stiles remained sitting on the bed before standing up quietly. He stood motionless saying nothing as he watched Derek put on his jeans.

"Derek…" Stiles called out in a sort of sing song voice. Derek turned his head to set his eyes on the half naked Stiles. He was wearing only a plaid long sleeved shirt and socks. His shirt looked completely worn out and hung droopy upon his chest due to the heavy sweating and constant tugging throughout their previous round at it. Derek scanned Stiles' body starting at his head and stopped when he got down to his now massively protruding appendage.

"Seriously? Again?"

"—I think I'm reloaded. So if you wanna? It's Friday. We can do this all weekend." Stiles fixed the collars of his shirt while he smirked at the ground awaiting Derek's response.

"Fine by me…get over here." Stiles ran over and jumped onto Derek. His legs wrapped around Derek's waist while Derek kissed on his neck. Derek turned around and laid Stiles out on the desk. He dropped his pants and boxers that were now tented. And again, they went.

…

The morning sky was only half lit when Scott barged into Stiles' room. Stiles jolted awake from the sound of the door flying open. As soon as his vision unblurred, Stiles yelled out as he covered his shirtless chest. "SCOTT! What the hell dude?!"

"I need help! If you haven't realized, it's Valentine's Day and I have no clue what to do for Allison!" Scott pulled up a chair and sat down while Stiles put on a shirt.

"So you thought to wake me up…" Stiles looked down at his alarm clock. "…at eight in the morning and ask me about it? By the way, what makes you think I'm any good at Valentine's day stuff?"

"I don't know. Just give me ideas. What are you planning to do with Derek?" Stiles froze in place and turned slowly to speak to Scott. He had completely forgot about Valentine's Day. "Damn it! I didn't even think about that. Am I supposed to get him something? Do you think Derek is the gift kind of guy?"

Scott stood up and exhaled loudly to express his irritation. "Ok. Guess it was a bad idea coming here." Scott walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs while Stiles followed close behind. "Wait dude. You can't just leave now. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know. Think of something he'll like." Scott opened the front door and stepped out into the cold morning air. "Also…air out your room. It smells like jizz and sweat. As a matter of fact, you do too. So take a shower before doing anything." Scott got into his car and drove off.

Flustered, Stiles ran upstairs to start brainstorming ideas. He got onto his computer and began looking through ideas for Valentine's day. Nothing seemed to feel right. All the ideas that were listed weren't things Stiles thought Derek would enjoy. Stiles got up and looked into the mirror.

"Ok buddy. You can do this. Anything you do, Derek will love it…probably." Stiles focused in on the clothes he was wearing and groaned. "I…look…horrible. It's okay though. I got this in the bag. I have plenty of time to plan a date night, get dressed then go on said date." Stiles sat on the messy floor of his room and brained-stormed for a good 30 minutes before finishing his list of ideas.

"I'll get him flowers, ̶c̶h̶o̶c̶o̶l̶a̶t̶e̶s̶ ….actually scratch the chocolates. I'm still not sure if he can eat them without dying… We'll go to that nice diner he likes, and then we'll cuddle by the fireplace back here. Sounds pretty good." Stiles read aloud to himself. He nodded in approval at himself in the mirror before getting into the shower.

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After his shower he raided his dad's closet in search for any clothes that weren't like his. Stiles knew his clothes weren't exactly fancy or romantic in any way. So he was really set out on impressing Derek for the night.

"There is nothing in here. Dammit." Stiles ran back into his room and threw on some clothes. Since he planned on picking Derek up around four, he had time to go buy some clothes.

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After buying an outfit and flowers, he got dressed and headed out the door to pick up Derek. He drove over to Derek's subway car hideout and walked up to the entrance. Erica appeared in the doorway, blocking it as she messed around with Stiles. "Look who it is. The little boyfriend is here to pick up his boytoy." She slid her hand along the sleeve of Stiles' new blazer. "This is new. Since when do you dress so…grown up?"

"Can I just go in and get Derek? I don't feel like playing 21 questions with you." He pushed Erica gently to the side and walked into Derek's room. Derek was on the ground doing pushups, completely focused on making his body even more attractive…if it was even possible.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Stiles stood there holding out the flowers with an adorable, dorky smile that made you just want to hug him. Derek stood up and dusted his hands off on his tank top. He took the flowers from Stiles and held them slightly grinning.

"I didn't think you cared about Valentine's Day." Derek set the flowers down.

"I do. It's okay if you didn't get me anything. I have you, and that's enough."

Derek picked up a medium sized box and handed it to Stiles. "I didn't forget."

Stiles opened the box and pulled out the two items. A pair of Batman pajama pants and a desk lamp. "Dude. These pajama pants are awesome. But why the desk lamp?" Stiles snickered as he set the items down on the rusty table beside him.

"I was too rough last night. Throwing you down on your desk like that and knocking over your previous desk lamp…" Stiles laughed.

"Okay. You don't have to ever replace something we break during the course of our very wild, day and nighttime adventures." Stiles sat on the rusty desk. "Now get cleaned up wolfy. We'll go to dinner at that diner you like."

"How about we just relax by the lake and eat." Stiles picked up the box of gifts and began walking out towards his jeep. "Anything you want to do."

…

Stiles parked at the lakefront and laid out a blanket. Derek remained sitting upright, while Stiles laid on his lap.

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Back in Beacon Hills, Scott arrived about a block away from Allison's house. It was a safe meeting place so her parents wouldn't find her. Scott sat in the car waiting when Allison started banging on the window. It startled Scott as he opened the car door.

"What?! What's wrong?"

Allison was out of breath from running over and frantically spoke out. "Where's Derek?"

"I don't know. Somewhere with Stiles probably. Why?"

"I just overheard my parents. They're choosing tonight…to kill Derek. We have to warn them. Call Stiles and ask him where they are." Scott dialed Stiles' cell phone.

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Stiles' phone rang, but he couldn't answer it. The Argents were already there holding both him and Derek at gunpoint.