"By the way, 'Homoeroticus' isn't actually a word." Stiles smirked over at Jackson.

Jackson let out a low growl in his throat before he spun around to Stiles, his face twisted in the shape of his wolf, large canines shining in a thin veil of saliva.

In a brief instant Scott was standing with his arm across Stiles' body and Derek had grabbed Jackson by his shirt and was slamming him down into the dirt floor. He crouched down and held him into the ground with his hands firmly on his chest.

Boyd stood beside Derek, ready to move if Jackson broke away and Lydia let out a startled gasp. Erica grabbed Lydia's wrist, never taking her eyes off Jackson.

"Like I said…" Derek said through gritted teeth. "You're… not… ready!" He growled as Jackson struggled against him, his human face breaking through his wolf mask, covered in sweat.

He panted but didn't struggle, his eyes were frantic. "What's going on?"

Derek sighed and pulled his hands off Jackson's chest. He scampered up and walked over to Lydia who took a step back and looked at him with warning eyes.

"What?" He said.

"How about we vote on it?" Derek looked around at his pack a little cockily. "Who votes that we chain Jackson up for the night?"

Almost instantly every hand in the clearing shot straight up. Jackson threw his head back in annoyance and Erica looked over at Stiles with a roll of her eyes.

"You don't get a vote Stiles." She said with a sweet grin that was far from sincere.

"Hey if Lydia gets a vote then so do I." He said with a hint of attitude in his voice.

"I never said that she got one either." Erica said with a snide look to Lydia who shot back a glare.

"And who said that either of us care what you think?" Lydia fluttered her long eyelashes back at Erica and pouted her lips.

"I'm the alpha and I say who's a part of this pack and who isn't." Derek said, cutting through their bitter words. "Lydia is with Jackson and Stiles is a friend to the pack, so they're both included in this."

Erica bit her tongue and folded her arms. Stiles felt a little let down that Derek hadn't said the same thing about him that he had about Lydia. Wasn't he with Derek? Or did he just not like to admit it to anyone that he's actually with him?

"So what? That's it? I don't need to be chained up for the night!" Jackson said forcefully.

"We all had to do it our first time too, and the second. It takes a while for you to be able to control yourself in a full moon." Scott said.

"You can't even control yourself now, and the moon is still over two hours away. You should stay here until nightfall, and Lydia shouldn't stay with you tonight." Derek said.

"Don't you people keep saying that I'm immune to the whole teeth and claws thing?" She asked.

"Amusingly enough, yes." They all turned to see Peter standing in the doorway having somehow snuck up on them.

"Why are you here?" Derek asked.

"Well to help, obviously." He shrugged.

"Talk about amusing…" Stiles muttered to Isaac and Scott.

"I heard that." Peter gave him a charming smile and Derek snorted derisively.

"If you're here to help how about you go and get the chains set up in the basement?" Derek said.

"Why don't you give one of them the boring job, I think I'd be far better at teaching." Looked over at Jackson and smiled.

"Stay the hell away from me." Jackson spat.

Peter just rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll go downstairs and get it all ready for you." He grinned before heading back into the house.

"Did anyone know he was here?" Isaac asked.

Scott shrugged and Stiles just stared into the house after Peter with confusion written all over his face.

"I find that he's here a lot, you just won't notice him if he doesn't want to be seen." Boyd said.

"Sneaky bastard." Stiles said.

"You know he can probably hear you right?" Erica quipped.

"You know I actually liked you much better when you were human." Stiles said.

"You'd be the first one." She muttered, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I don't know, you just seemed nicer and a lot less sarcastic." He shrugged.

Erica laughed, "really Stiles? You're complaining about me being sarcastic?"

"Both of you shut up." Derek snapped. "And Lydia, you may have some kind of immunity to the bite but that doesn't mean that he can't rip out your throat or tear you to pieces during a shift."

She pulled a face that let him know that he had a good point before folding her arms. "So is there anything that I can do?"

"You can go and talk to Allison." Scott said.

Isaac rolled his eyes at Stiles who silently chuckled back. They were both sick and tired of all of the drama around those two. Were they together? Were they not together? At this point they were on some kind of break but who even knows what that means.

"I just meant to get an idea of what the hunters were planning for tonight." Scott shrugged.

Isaac thought that maybe she was a trigger for Scott but when he voiced the idea to Derek he scoffed and told him that it wasn't like that for him.

"He's acting the way any teenager would act with their first girlfriend. Trust me, it's not a trigger." He said.

"But how can you be sure?" Isaac had responded.

Derek snapped shut the book he had been pretending to read and looked up at him. "Why does it matter?"

"I just want to know if there's anyone else who has the same problem that I do, that's all." He shrugged his shoulders a little.

"I do."

"Yeah but you did something about it."

"I still don't recommend that." He went back to pretending to read.

"So you regret giving in to the trigger?" Isaac leant against the table next to Derek's chair.

"I didn't say that." He said, never looking up.

"So what are you saying then?"

"I'm saying that I've had years of practice at controlling myself and you're less than a year old so I don't recommend that you stay too close to a trigger for too long."

"I'm controlling it a lot better now." He said to no answer from Derek. "Not that I'm going to act on it." Still nothing. "Are you sure Allison's not a trigger for Scott because he doesn't seem to be able to stay away from her, it's kind of like he can't control himself."

"Isaac – will I ever get any peace in this house?" He looked up at him with a sigh.

Isaac tilted his head. "Probably not."

Derek groaned and threw his book onto the table. "To be honest; I'm not surprised that you can control a trigger and Scott can't control a few teenage urges. For one, he's not the best at doing what's good for him, and for another, he probably doesn't have the urge to maim Allison like you would for your trigger." Isaac went to speak up but realised that he didn't have an argument for that.

Derek eyed him suspiciously before he heard Erica come stomping into the room.

"Can you please come and tear Peter's limbs off his body? He's starting to hover around this place and I need space." She said.

Derek rolled his eyes and clenched a fist, his knuckles cracking loudly. "This is my house, why don't you all go back to your own houses?"

Derek never took his eyes off Jackson after his outburst. He was worried that he would do something to one of his pack members, Stiles in particular. Sometimes his mouth could get him in a lot of trouble.

Everyone tried to tell Jackson that it was normal and that after a few months he wouldn't have to be chained up like an animal but that they all went through it. Of course he was too proud to admit that they were right but he knew it was true. It didn't help that everyone else wouldn't be down there with him.

"I'm devising a watch system. One person is with him at all times, not Lydia and not Stiles." He said.

Lydia had gone to talk to Allison, mainly to tell her that they were chaining Jackson up to keep him from doing any more damage. She was bound to be back soon.

"How about not the psycho freak either?" Jackson said, looking over at Peter who had made himself comfortable amongst the group.

He made a little cross symbol over his heart and acted like he was hurt by Jackson's words but everyone knew how sardonic he was being.

"He's here so he might as well help." Derek muttered. He looked up to the sky to see that the sun was getting low over the horizon. "Not long now."

Isaac and Scott sat together watching over Jackson as he waited for Lydia to get back.

"So what's going on with you and Allison?" Isaac asked.

Scott shrugged. "I don't know, I think she just needs space and stuff. I mean her mom died and she kind of lost it for a while. So I guess she just needs to be alone, like romantically, for a while. All of her friends are in the pack now so that's why she still comes down here."

"Maybe you should just try and move on, give her time." Isaac said.

"It's just hard when she's here and I see her and we make awkward eye contact. I bet she thinks that I'm just waiting for her to say she's ready to get back together."

"Are you?"

"No, well, I guess, but I'm not just following her around until she finally says yes to getting back together." He sighed and rested his head back on the tree.

Isaac could hear his heart beating faster as he spoke about her. The blood pumped through his body faster and he watched as Scott's pupils dilated while his mind raced over thoughts of Allison. He watched the features of his face move slowly, the way he sucked his lips into his mouth and wet them with his tongue, the way his eyebrows twitched as the memories changed, every little thing.

Lydia walked back into the clearing and called out to Derek. "Most of them are gone, the hunters, they left after Mr Argent told them that they weren't needed here anymore."

"What about the two of them?" Derek asked.

Lydia shook her head. "He wants to 'talk' with her. Something tells me that there won't be any stray arrows to watch out for tonight." She looked over at Jackson but kept her distance.

"Well, at least we don't have to worry about that." Scott said as he turned to face Isaac. "Isaac?"

His eyes were glowing yellow before he shook his head and held his eyes shut. When he opened them they were back to normal again. "Sorry," he mumbled.

Scott smiled with a wink and his eyes flashed an identical golden colour. "Moon fever, I get it."

Derek held Stiles by the waist with one hand and the other clasped the back of his head tightly as he leant in to kiss him. He might not be able to say anything in front of anyone else but at least he wasn't afraid of a bit of PDA. Though, it was just that, a bit.

The kiss sent a rush of blood to Stiles' head and it was over far too soon for his liking.

"Wait…" He murmured as Derek pulled away from him.

Even though he could have gotten away from Stiles easily he let him catch his arm and pull him back into a hug.

"Stiles, I have a pack to maintain." He said, hugging him back only the slightest amount, looking around to see that no one was watching them.

"I know, it's just, it's a full moon. So, you know…" Derek pulled back, a hand remaining on Stiles' chest.

"Stiles, are you trying to say 'be careful'?" He said with a smirk.

He bobbed his head a little before stealing a kiss; a kiss that Derek let him take.

The corners of his mouth twitched as he nodded. "Yeah, I was."

Derek shook his head and craned his neck to let his lips gently brush over Stiles' cheek, his nose nuzzling his ear as he whispered. "Don't do anything stupid." His soft crooning voice made Stiles shiver a little, or that could have just been his hot breath against his ear.

Usually Derek only spoke to him like that during, other, activities.

"Well you know me, when do I ever do anything stupid?" Derek smiled, planting a kiss on Stiles' ear. "Aw, dude! Werewolf slobber…" He wiped at his ear and Derek rolled his eyes.

"You don't seem to mind any other time." He gave Stiles a raised eyebrow and an arrogant smile.

"Yeah well I can't afford that luxury at the moment, my sour wolf is on the line." Derek let out a groan at the sound of that name.

"Do you really have to keep calling me that in front of people?"

"Well maybe if you stopped acting like on I would stop calling you one." Stiles shrugged.

Derek narrowed his eyes. "You only said maybe."

"Yep, and I didn't mean it at all because you are so going to crack before I do." He grinned.

"In your dreams." Derek said with a shake of his head.

"Oh, I'm counting on it."

Derek looked up at the sky to see that the moon was very nearly up. He already had his blinders up, focussing on keeping himself in control.

"Isaac!" He spun around to see Isaac barrelling off into the trees and Scott staring after him.

"What happened?" Derek ran over to Scott.

"He just… his eyes were glowing one minute and the next he got up and just… ran."

Derek could hear Isaac's laboured breathing as he pelted through the woods and he reached out to grab Scott by the arm as he was about to follow him.

"No. You stay here and get Jackson in the chains, now, Boyd will help you. I'll go." Scott didn't look convinced but he turned to Jackson anyway.

Boyd grabbed him and Scott ran ahead to open the doors of the house.

"Hey, hey! I can still walk you know!" Jackson yelled.

"Derek!" Stiles called out.

He looked back at Stiles before running after Isaac. He already had a head start but Derek was faster, stronger, and his senses were more acute, especially now. He bounded through the branches and followed Isaac's scent until he saw him crouched over on his haunches panting heavily.

Derek just stood back and looked at him. When he looked up his fangs had come through and his eyes were glowing.

"How do you do it?" He said with a gruff voice.

"Do what?"

"With the moon; how do you control it?" He said.

"I don't." He replied, not needing to ask.

Isaac panted through his clenched teeth; sweat beading on his brow as he pulled himself back to human. He collapsed as he gained the upper hand.

Derek held out a hand to help him up and he took it, standing up with a look that was crossed between pleading eyes and an apology. Derek clapped his hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, let's go for a run." He said.

Stiles and Lydia stood looking into the forest where they had entered.

"What do you think's going on?" Lydia asked.

"You know as much as I do." Stiles shrugged.

"Maybe Isaac doesn't have as much control as he thought." Erica chimed in.

"I'm sure he has more than you." Lydia smiled sweetly.

Stiles' message tone went off in his pocket and he fished out his phone.

Tell Scott to keep Jackson in chains and give Boyd first watch. I won't be back until sunrise. Don't do anything stupid. – Derek.

"Well that's weird." He muttered.

"What?" Erica asked.

He held up the phone to show her the message and she shrugged.

"Maybe he can't keep control." She folded her arms and walked up the porch steps and into the house.

Stiles tried not to worry about Derek and Isaac, surely if something bad was going on he would have said more than what he did. Lydia wanted to see Jackson, she could hear him yelling from outside the house and Scott agreed with Boyd standing ready to tackle Jackson if it needed to happen.

She looked slightly horrified at the sight of him in chains but even more so when he extended to their length as he snapped his jaws and growled low in his throat. Stiles decided that the two of them didn't really serve any purpose out there, especially with Derek gone and Jackson in his chains so he drove Lydia home before heading back to his for some sleep.

At least Derek would be happy that he was staying out of it for once, not that there was much he could do anyway. Then again Derek wasn't answering any of his texts, even a voice mail that Stiles left him. It left Stiles feeling a little grumpy but that could also be his lack of sleep.

He stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed, stretching out for the first time in a few days. Derek usually takes up all the room. He stared out his window as he tried to fall asleep, the silvery glowing orb taunting him through the thin glass.

He felt so helpless; a human amongst a pack of wolves. They were all so much stronger and faster than him, he was gangly and clumsy and his eyesight was far from top notch. What good was he to them?

Everyone was something; werewolves, hunters, god knows what Lydia is, but she was something. He was… comic relief. Sometimes he felt like it was all he could do and now that they were all together as a pack he felt even more secluded.

All of those thoughts drifted in and out of his mind as he fell asleep staring out at the bright light from the full moon.

Stiles –

By the time morning came around I actually felt pretty good. It was nice to have the bed to myself again. Then again I felt a little cold because there was no Derek to keep me impossibly hot during the night.

I swear his body temp runs hotter than anyone else; ever. I stretched out in the sheets and rolled so much that I fell off the side of the bed.

"Ouch…" I mumbled to myself.

As I climbed up and started rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I saw a figure at the window and I swear I jumped a mile.

"Holy… Derek?" I said as I squinted through the soul piercing morning light.

He just gave me a look from the other side of the glass like 'who else would it be' so I walked over to let him in. I looked sheepishly down at the locked window and wondered how long he had been standing there. I flicked the latch and stepped back as he opened it and climbed in.

"Since when do you lock your window Stiles?" He asked, looking as perfect as ever in his tight grey shirt and leather jacket.

I hadn't even looked at the rest of him yet.

"Since it's a full moon and you know… baby werewolves running around and such. What was wrong with Isaac by the way?"

He shrugged. "It's a wolf thing."

I groaned. "It's always a wolf thing." I clapped my hands to my face and dragged them down my cheeks.

He looked me up and down and smiled. "Did you get all dressed up just for me?"

I realised then that I was almost completely naked and not to mention sporting some rather hard to conceal morning wood. With another sheepish grin I sat down awkwardly on the edge of my bed and crossed my legs painfully.

"I don't know what you mean." He chuckled and sat down beside me.

"Of course you don't." He said.

His face drew close to mine but I didn't move, I let him breathe in deeply, his eyes closed. He rested his arm on the bed behind my back and the feeling of him being so close to me was really not helping my situation.

When he opened his eyes they were glowing red.

"You… you know that… if something happens you'll lose the bet." I breathed, trying to think of anything else.

Brussel sprouts, my grandmother, Derek – no, not Derek! Uh… chemistry, blood… "Derek…" I mumbled unwittingly.

His hot breath was now in my ear as he whispered. "Nothing's going to happen… unless you beg for it." My breath caught in my throat as his lips gently nibbled at my ear.

I let out a few heavy breaths before smirking. "You wish sour wolf."

He grunted and lay back on my bed.

"You know if you want me that bad you could always beg." I grinned down at him.

He looked up with his eyes narrowing and pursed his lips. "Shut up Stiles."

I laughed and leant in to kiss him, that wasn't against the rules right?