What Are We Supposed To Be?

CH 6

Notes: Ahem…presented without comment.

Stiles got lost in his own thoughts on the drive back. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Derek wasn't faring any better. The man was crumpled into his seat staring into the distance sadly, as if the answers were out there.

Focusing back on the road and his own thoughts, he realized that the more he analyzed the situation, the angrier he became. By the time he pulled into the driveway he was absolutely livid. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, because it wasn't time to start smashing things or eating the entire contents of the fridge, he made his way to the passenger's side of his jeep and gently helped Derek out and led him to the house.

He sat Derek down in the living room and deposited his keys and wallet onto the counter before washing his face in the bathroom, hoping the cold water would give him some clarity. Feeling better, he returned to find Derek downing his water which was a good sign of him regaining his senses. Stiles sat down gingerly and sipped on his own bottle not sure of what to say. He finally spoke in quiet voice that seemed to cut through the silence like a fog horn surprising even him.

"It's their loss anyway."

Derek put his bottle of water on the table and nodded.

"I'll put some popcorn in the microwave" Stiles suggested before standing. He didn't really feel like eating. Hell he didn't feel like doing anything, there was nothing to say or do that could make the situation better. He tossed a bag of the super fattening movie theater popcorn into the machine and pressed the timer, hoping the bottom of the bag would somehow bring him some answers.

He turned to find Derek standing against the wall watching him intently.

"Dude! You shouldn't sneak up on people like that!" Stiles gasped clutching his chest.

Derek approached him and pulled him into a tight hug "thank you for being there for me." Derek sighed, his words washing over Stiles in a soft wave. "I don't know what I would have done if you weren't there."

"It's fine" Stiles said returning the hug.

"I'm sorry he hurt you."

"It's not your fault Derek, you're a good person" Stiles muttered, trying to keep himself from losing it.

"You deserve better than him. You deserve everything." Derek whispered his voice getting thick.

"So do you" Stiles mumbled, pushing his face into the fabric of Derek's shirt to stop the tears from escaping.

Derek stepped back slightly so he could see Stiles' face. He wiped Stiles' tears with a sad smile, his gaze intense. Stiles stared back trying to smile. They were so close, only inches apart and Stiles could feel the warmth of Derek's body offering some sort of comfort.

Derek let go after a moment and Stiles followed him with a bowl of popcorn in hand. He turned on a new movie and the two sat in silence trying to forget reality and escape into the world of the film playing on the television. Stiles didn't realize how tired he was from the horrific day and his eyes were closed shut before he knew it.

Stiles woke later to see the start menu of the DVD playing to an empty audience. He let out a sigh as the last rays of the sun filtered through the windows. He relaxed against the warmth surrounding him, realizing that Derek was holding him tightly, his gentle snores flowing in an even rhythm. He turned to peer at the man as he clutched Stiles like his own teddy bear. Stiles laid his head back down and smiled when Derek pulled him in closer. Stiles suddenly felt Derek's heated length against his ass. The air seemed to crackle with electricity.

"Stiles" Derek whispered, slowly grazed his lips across Stiles' in a gentle kiss. It was comforting and needy and somehow exactly what Stiles needed. He instantly closed his eyes and let Derek take control. Derek maneuvered them to a corner of the couch so Stiles couldn't escape and continued kissing him passionately. The kisses began to deepen, until their mouths were firmly attached to each other as the sunlight faded around them.

In hindsight if Stiles was thinking properly, it would have ended there. Instead Stiles kissed back and Derek gripped him by the waist, closing the rest of the space between them. Derek was making small whining noises in his throat and Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's head as the kisses became heated. Stiles could feel Derek's arousal and shuddered as the man started to grind against him. Derek's hands left his waist and ventured to Stiles' bottom, grunting hungrily.

The two broke the kiss, coming up for air.

"Stiles. Say it's ok." Derek pleaded in between breaths, staring at him, every feature begging for an answer.

Stiles nodded, eyes closed, his need for Derek bringing him to the verge of tears.

"Stiles"

"Yes." Stiles whispered, running his tongue over his bottom lip, tasting the older man on his lips. Derek returned to kissing him fervently, lifting him off the couch while passionately claiming his mouth. He wrapped Stiles' legs around his waist and began to climb the stairs. They were halfway to the second fllor when Derek stopped and headed back down to the front entrance. He quickly reached out and turned the dead bolt on the front door.

As soon as he reached Stiles' room, Derek lowered Stiles to his feet. Stiles was burning up, his temperature rising to a fever pitch, he felt like his body was on fire.

"Take off your clothes now." He demanded firmly.

"Derek." Stiles pleaded at the loss of contact

"Tell me what you need" Derek asked hungrily.

"Derek please touch me."

"I'm here." Derek affirmed, his voice commanding, pushing him onto his bed. He proceeded to unbuckle Stiles' pants, tossing them into a corner. Derek was strong. Derek was warm. Derek's kisses tasted like salt. Derek's kisses tasted like a dark sweetness, as if Stiles had bitten into a wild strawberry in the middle of the night, all alone in the wilderness. Derek was there.

Derek had somehow gotten rid of his clothing as well and he laid down gently on top of him, covering his body with his. Derek kissed him on the neck causing him to shudder, he slowly kissed down his body, alternating with small bites. He took Stiles' length in his hand and gently stroked him, watching as Stiles' features contorted in pleasure.

"Look what you do to me" Derek groaned and Stiles watched as Derek's length expanded in arousal. Stiles gasped, pushing his face into the cold sheets.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Derek panted looking down at him in adoration, his eyes so honest and earnest that Stiles' body gave in to ecstasy, causing him to erupt all over himself in the hardest climax he had experienced in his existence.

"Derek. Fuck! "Stiles moaned, biting his lip to stifle a scream of pleasure. His face contorted in exquisite agony when Derek rubbed his own length against Stiles' spent one. Stiles breathed hard, trying to catch his breath, his eyes half shut.

"I've never." Stiles moaned in ecstasy.

Derek moved off the bed to retrieve his shirt and proceeded to wipe Stiles' release from his chest and abdomen. He tossed it onto the ground and returned to kissing Stiles' lips tenderly.

"You're amazing."

Stiles grabbed ahold of Derek's length, which felt heavy and impossibly thick in his hand. He guided Derek to him.

"Stiles" Derek asked barely able to keep his control.

Stiles nodded. "Yes."

Derek practically growled, his features looking animalistic. The smell of his arousal emanating the air between them. Derek pushed Stiles' legs apart and began to lap at his entrance in a slow and determined manner staring directly into his eyes, surveying the effect of his efforts on his partner.

Stiles bit his wrist to stop himself from screaming out in pleasure as Derek ate him hungrily.

Derek ripped it away with a guttural snarl.

"No. I want to hear you!"

Stiles shuddered.

"Derek. Derek please…I'm going to lose it!" he yelled feeling himself on the verge of climaxing, rising from the bed as another wave of euphoria hit him, scrambling his thoughts and his body running on sense alone.

"Please what?" Derek grunted, thumbing Stiles' entrance, making him lurch. He looked into Stiles' eyes which where half closed, the younger man was about to lose all sense of control.

Derek slowly traveled up his body, biting on pale skin, leaving deep marks on his body. Stiles raked his fingers through Derek's hair, his nails scratching the man's scalp.

"You're so turned on" Derek spoke in a thick voice rubbing his firm stomach across Stiles' length, making him groan loudly. Derek nipped Stiles' neck, causing him to hiss. He felt Derek at his entrance, opening him up slowly, his tongue entering him. Stiles convulsed in pleasure.

"Derek, no ones..." Stiles choked out

"You're so fucking beautiful" Derek breathed, adoring Stiles' body like he was a work of art.

"Derek" Stiles mumbled, turning his head to feel the cool of the sheets against his flushed cheek in a hot pink. "Come here" Stiles whispered seductively causing Derek's eyes to light up, Stiles smiled as he watched Derek's length harden at the site of him slowly crawling up the bed, exposing his bottom.

Derek shucked his socks off and pounced, inhaling the smell of Stiles' neck and hair.

"I'm goin to make you scream." He growled hungrily.

"Derek I…."

"What. Tell me what you need."

"You. Please hurry." Stiles moaned as Derek entered a finger inside of him, reaching that spot.

"Please. I need you." Derek increased with two fingers, gradually increasing to three, his eyes fixed on Stiles as he bucked against the bed when Derek found his spot and continued to rub it.

"Derek" Stiles hissed almost panicking in his need.

"Stiles, you talking like that. Fuck! You're going to make me lose it." Derek growled, closing his eyes to center himself. They were both impossibly hard and Derek had to be gentle the first time so he could learn what Stiles liked and how he liked to be taken. Derek took love making seriously.

He gave Stiles' entrance one last lick before spreading his legs wide. Stiles watched in anticipation as Derek guided his length home. The older youth slowly entered him, filling him up. "Stiles look at me" Derek demanded quietly

Stiles looked at Derek in awe as he felt his body taking him in. Derek bottomed out and he closed his eyes in concentration,

"Fuck Stiles you feel like heaven." Derek gasped making Stiles blush furiously.

Derek lowered himself onto him, holding him in a gentle embrace.

"Please let me stay like this forever. I'll die a happy man" Derek mumbled hotly into Stiles' ear.

After a few minutes Stiles felt himself relaxing around Derek's heated length. He gave Derek a gentle kiss on his neck

"Derek."

Derek lowered his lips onto Stiles' and began moving in and out slowly, sending waves of pleasure through him.

"Stiles, I'm not going to last, you feel so amazing" Derek moaned out, his voice on the edge.

Stiles held on tightly as Derek made love to him, their eyes staring into each other, their body intertwined as one. Derek lifted them off the bed and carried them to the bathroom and made Stiles look into the mirror.

"Look how gorgeous you are" Derek gritted against his neck, and Stiles shuddered seeing him securely wrapped in Derek's grip, their bodies in sync. He watched as Derek began a trail of kisses that started from his neck to his lips, each filled with so much emotion that Stiles was afraid he couldn't handle it all.

Derek gently laid him on the bed and continued at a slow torturous pace.

"If you were mine I'd make love to you ever day. I would worship your body" Derek whispered in his ear, gently moving in and out of him, causing him to release moans of pleasure. Stiles' emotions rushed through him like a train through a subway he didn't know what to think or do, Derek was filling his mind, body and soul, taking away his pain. Stiles suddenly felt his need take over. He wanted Derek. Now.

"I want to make you feel good Derek. "

"Please be mine" Derek asked drunkenly, his voice barely a whisper against Stiles ear.

"Please"

"Yes."

"Say it." Derek demanded quietly, looking him dead in the eyes.

"I belong to you"

"To me only." Derek continued in a whisper, his breath tickling Stiles neck.

"Yes."

"Who do you belong to?" Derek grunted, increasing his pace, thrusting against Stiles' spot so expertly, he could have sworn he'd been doing it all his life.

"Derek. Oh Derek I'm about to!" Stiles warned in a choked sob.

"Say it" Derek grit out, about to lose himself to his release.

"I belong to Derek Hale." Stiles choked out before climaxing all over their stomachs, his body shuddering as euphoria swept over him again at his admission.

"Stiles." Derek groaned losing control his release flooding Stiles' insides.

The two lay in a tangle of legs and arms, slowly coming down from their high. Derek pulled the blankets over them and curled around Stiles in a protective ball as the two fell asleep, content and happy.

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The sound of a cell phone ringing in the darkness woke Stiles up from the best sleep he had experienced in a long time. His hand fumbled across the floor until they grasped onto the hem of his jeans and he finally located the buzzing phone from its pocket.

He saw Scott's name on the caller Id and was about to answer it when Derek grumbled from behind him.

"Don't answer it."

"It's Scott. I was meant to hang out with him." Stiles reasoned seeing two missed texts from Scott and a text from his dad.

Derek frowned. He didn't know who Scott was, but he already didn't like him on principle. He was interrupting his alone time with Stiles. Scott needed to go.

TO BE CONTINUED….

Notes: OK smut is back! These two are turning up the steamy factor in the Stilinksi house!