Stiles woke the next morning to find that for once he had woken before Derek. He slipped his arm over Derek's slowly rising chest and wriggled closer to him. He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes as Derek's musty scent engulfed him.

He smiled as Derek let out low growling sounds in his sleep. He rolled over unexpectedly and Stiles saw his eyes open for a brief second before he was pulled into Derek's wolf-grip.

"Ah! Hey! You know you're stronger than you look right?" He groaned, a smile plastered on his face.

"I'm aware." He grumbled huskily in Stiles' ear. "You were shuffling about and this seems to keep you still." He growled.

"Dude you are such a sour-wolf in the morning." Stiles said.

Derek responded with another growl, his eyes closed and arms still tightly locked around his trigger.

"Don't I get a say in this?" He teased.

"Stiles! Stop talking." Derek griped.

"But I'm awake now."

"I'm aware."

"You're aware of a lot of things."

Derek burrowed his head under Stiles' shoulder trying to block out his voice. Stiles rolled over so that Derek could paste himself to his back. He felt the warmth from Derek's body heating him up and some parts of him were a higher temperature than others.

"Hey Derek, you know what I'm aware of?" He grinned silently and Derek reached down to pull his hips back into him. "Yeah, I thought you'd know what I meant."

"Do you know that I have only found one way to shut you up?"

"I can ruin that for you if you like… but I imagine that you'd probably be good at dirty talk."

Derek smiled. "And how often do you imagine that?"

"I didn't mean that I have literally imagined that." Stiles said, his cheeks growing hot.

"You have an overactive imagination at the worst of times Stiles. You don't need to lie to me." Derek's hot breath fanned over his ear and Stiles ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "Go on… tell me."

Stiles scrunched his eyes up and exhaled heavily as he tried to think of anything but his throbbing morning erection. He knew that he needed to try and talk to Derek about the fight that they had, seeing as it was pretty intense, but he couldn't concentrate with Derek slipping his fingers under his shirt.

"Well Stiles? Where do you want me to put my hands?" they slipped further down until they were stroking under the waistline of his boxers.

Stiles swallowed. "Derek… I… I really think that we should talk about-" He grunted as Derek pressed his palm into the bulge in his boxers.

"About what Stiles?" Derek breathed.

Where is my willpower? Stiles thought. "Derek… stop." He managed to grunt.

He regretted it right away of course because Derek pulled himself away and flicked back the blankets.

"I said stop I didn't say leave." Stiles sat up and looked at Derek as he stood up and stretched.

"I've got to go anyway."

"Oh so I say stop and you just go?" Stiles grumbled and Derek raised an eyebrow with a smile.

"Stiles, I have things I need to do."

Stiles sighed and Derek knelt on the bed beside him. "I just… I think we should maybe… talk."

This time it was Derek's turn to sigh. "No we don't. I left, I came back. That's it."

"I just- I'm sorry that…"

"Don't."

"Derek-"

"Stiles." Derek lifted his chin and locked eyes with him. "When I get angry I say things I don't mean so just don't say anything, okay?"

Stiles bit his lip and rolled his eyes a little. He knew what that meant; it meant that he didn't want to have to talk about what was going on in his head. It meant that if Stiles wanted to know something about Derek he was going to have to dig it up himself. Not that it was a problem, Stiles could be very resourceful when he wanted to be.

"I bought a place." Derek said, throwing him a bone.

"You did?"

"I'll pick you up tonight, okay?" He kissed him once before he stood up and walked over to open up the window.

He smiled back at Stiles as he climbed through the frame, and then he was gone. Stiles groaned and lay back for a moment before he got up to get dressed.

Stiles walked downstairs and into the kitchen where his father was putting one too many sugars into his coffee.

"Hey dad." Stiles said as he opened up the fridge in search of food.

"Morning son," the Sherriff said, his back turned to Stiles. "Derek get out okay?"

Stiles froze and looked over at his dad who was slowly turning around with the question still written on his face with a half-smile.

"I… uh… what?" He stammered.

"You know son, I basically knew that he was staying here, I was just hoping that if I was right, you would ask, or at least tell me." He folded his arms and Stiles just sort of gaped over at him while his drowsy morning brain tried to think of a witty response.

"How did you…?"

"I went in to see if you wanted some breakfast, seeing as I had some time this morning, and the two of you were sound asleep."

"I could have been doing anything in there, you didn't knock?" Stiles said, his hearing was nowhere near as good as Derek's and if it had been any other morning and Derek wasn't there the two of them could have found themselves in a sticky situation.

"Don't dodge the subject Stiles, I work in law enforcement, do you think I'm not used to little punks like you trying that on?" He raised an eyebrow and Stiles shrugged.

"Are you mad?"

The sheriff sighed and shook his head. "No Stiles, I am not mad. I just want you to be able to talk to me." He looked up with exhausted eyes and Stiles felt a little pang of guilt.

He gave a nod and looked down at his feet. He knew how lonely his dad had been for a long time. The last few months he had been pretty distant and if he was honest with himself a bit of a pain for him to deal with. He almost lost his father's job and he put him through hell by getting himself involved in all of the supernatural werewolf stuff that had been happening in this town.

"So… did you want some breakfast?" He asked.

"Uh well I was going to go out and… do stuff…" His father gave a dampened nod and turned back to the coffee machine. "But… I don't have to go for like, an hour or something." He shrugged.

His father looked back up at him with a half-smile and another nod so Stiles returned the same smile, handed down from one generation to the other.

They managed to find enough ingredients to make a batch of pancakes – which they mostly burnt anyway. Neither of them were all too handy in the kitchen but this was the first time that they'd done anything together in a long time. With the amount of murders and attacks in this town the Sheriff was occupied by his work, and Stiles was a teenager, obsessed with sex and school and his friends.

"Do you even like pancakes anymore?" The Sheriff said as they admired their blackened stack on the plate in front of them.

"Not really, I'm more of a sugary cereal kind of guy." Stiles said.

"Oh no, you don't need another reason to bounce off these walls." He gave his son a nudge with his elbow and Stiles grinned to himself.

The Sheriff's cell phone began to ring and he took it from his pocket to answer it. "Sheriff Stilinski." He said.

Stiles watched as his dad's face fell and he rubbed his brow as he nodded.

"Yeah… no I'll be right there." He hung up the phone and looked over at Stiles. "Duty calls."

They exchanged a glance that didn't need words and the Sheriff headed over to his coat and his keys before leaving for the day. Stiles was about ready to go too, he was spending some time playing video games with Scott, something they haven't don't in forever.

It really was a day for that wasn't it?

Stiles –

I totally kicked ass today. And by that I mean I have had way too much time to practice video games while Scott spent his time with Allison the last few months. I mean that's all changed now and we both completely suck because we haven't played in ages but it was great anyway.

I drove home in the afternoon and browsed the internet, did some reading, basically I was just passing the time until Derek came to show me his new place.

I was actually really excited to see it. I mean he spent enough time trying to find the perfect place so it better be pretty freaking perfect.

When I finally checked the time it was later than I thought and Derek still hadn't busted his way in here werewolf style and my dad was still gone. It must have been a bad one, it's getting dark already.

By the time it was well and truly dark out I saw the light from headlights pulling up outside the window and checked to see if my dad was finally home but it was Derek pulling up in the Camaro. I opened the window and looked out at him as he got out and leant against the door.

I sneered and put on a contemplative face. "What's in a name?" I said as a mock soliloquy.

His eyes narrowed. "If you think I'm going to start quoting Shakespeare to you then you're even stupider than I thought."

I put a hand to my chest. "Oh Derek, where for art thou heart?"

"Stiles… Your throat, my teeth. Get your ass down here now." He climbed back in his car and I figured that I'd teased him enough to put my life in sufficient danger and that I had better get down there.

I sent a text to my dad as I locked up telling him that I would be out all night. I assumed that I would be anyway. I mean Derek's showing me his new place so I know what that most probably means. Plus, as much as he likes to think that he can tell me what to do it doesn't mean I listen.

I climbed into his car and leant over to kiss his cheek perkily which earned me a scowl but I just grinned.

"So, how far out is this place?" I asked.

"It's about ten from here, on a good run."

"Anyone would think you wanted to be close to me."

"Shut up Stiles."

"Sour wolf."

He groaned and shook his head.

"Hey, I won the bet so I don't have to stop calling you that… sour wolf." He shot me a warning look but I was far too giddy to care. "Speaking of that… don't you owe me a weekend away?"

He looked over at me and I smiled toothily. With a roll of his eyes he looked back to the road and checked his rear view.

"I'm not taking you anywhere."

"You sure?" I know that he had asked my dad about it so he must have been making some plans.

I'm not going to tell him that I know, it would be nice if he would just suck up his pride and do it himself.

"It was your fault so I'm not taking you anywhere." Did it get a little awkward in here or is that just me?

We didn't say too much after that. God, I wish he would just talk, tell me what's on his mind. I know he doesn't do that, and I get that, he's been through a lot and I desperately want to ask him about this Paige girl that Peter mentioned but I know that won't be any good either. He's closed off enough.

I need to get him to talk about something, anything, especially if he wants to play the 'what do you know about me' game. Maybe it's because we're all sex and jokes, maybe I need to try something serious. Not like a fight or anything, we do plenty of fighting. Maybe it can work if I open up. Oh crap… this will so kill the mood.

We got to this industrial looking building and I just gave Derek a confused stare. "What is this place? Oh man you're not turning into some psycho sour wolf killer are you? This looks like somewhere Dexter would take his victims."

Derek rolled his eyes and turned off the car. As we got out and walked towards the doors he gave me the smallest of smiles. "It's a loft. There's a lift and then the floor and a staircase up to the bedrooms."

"Bedrooms? Plural?" I asked as he pressed the buzzer for the lift.

He groaned and flattened his lips into a line. "I'm stuck housing Isaac." He said.

"Aw, do you feed him and clothe him too?" I smirked and he rolled his eyes.

It was actually really sweet the way he was looking after Isaac. It's not like either of them have anyone else, that probably why they get along so well… in a strained, angry, broody werewolf kind of way.

"Don't give me that look." He said as we stepped into the lift.

"What look?"

"If there was anywhere else that he could go he would be gone by now." Derek said,.

"You know, you don't need to defend yourself to me." I said.

"I'm not defending myself."

He was getting way too defensive to be making statements like that.

"Derek, I get it…" He gave me a glare that could have turned me to stone so I figured I had better rephrase. "I mean, it's a pack thing, a wolf thing… you're just making sure you have a strong pack." I shrugged.

He didn't push any further and I reached out to take his hand. This was one of those rare moments when he let me take it. He ground his teeth and narrowed his eyes but he let me take it.

Sometimes being with Derek was like trying to tame a wolf, you could only get so far before he decided that enough was enough and bared his teeth. I don't think I would survive if I told that theory to Derek though.

The lift doors opened and the second we stepped into the loft he pulled his hand out of mine roughly.

Isaac was standing in the room looking over at the TV and Scott, Jackson and Lydia were sitting on the couch. The four of them looked over at me and Derek as they walked in and Derek's gritted teeth were bared in a growl.

"What the hell is this?" He said.

"Movie night." Isaac smiled uncertainly.

"Movie night?" He said.

"…yes."

"And you just thought you'd invite these three idiots over?"

"And hey, didn't you think of inviting me?" I said, a little insulted.

Derek rolled his eyes and Isaac gave me a nod.

"I sent you a text."

I checked my phone and saw a message from Isaac telling me to come over if Derek wasn't holding me hostage. "Oh ha-ha, it's not like he locks me up to keep me from escaping Isaac."

He grinned over at me and Derek shook his head.

"You're welcome to join us." Scott said.

"Pass." He said flatly.

"Someone's in a bad mood, what did you do Stiles?" Erica's voice rang out from over by the stairs and I saw Boyd walk in from the kitchen with Allison.

"Why do you always blame me?" God, she irks me.

"Lighten up Derek." Jackson challenged him and with a callous glare he grabbed me by the shirt.

"Hey! What are you doing?" He didn't answer.

Derek dragged Stiles away from the rest of the annoying teenagers that had invaded his new home and up the stairs to his bedroom. He opened the door for Stiles who bowed his head, earning an eye roll and a menacing head movement from Derek as he passed.

He looked around the room, all that it contained was a rather spacious double bed and a dresser. As he sat back on the bed he smiled up at Derek who just gave him a look that he couldn't quite figure out.

"What?" He asked.

Derek strutted up to him, dipping his head enough to taste Stiles' lips and closing his eyes as he forgot about all the commotion going on downstairs. As their lips peeled apart Stiles put his hands on Derek's thighs.

"What was that for?" he whispered.

"Do I need a reason?" Derek replied.

Stiles reached up and grabbed Derek's neck to pull his lips back into his. Derek cupped his face in his hands and opened his mouth to let his tongue pass through the barricade of teeth. Without breaking their embrace Stiles scoot back up onto the bed and Derek climbed over him, pushing him back so that he could put a leg in between his thighs.

Stiles pulled Derek into him by the waist and there was no argument, Derek's body responded almost the second he touched him.

He pulled Stiles' bottom lip into his mouth and suckled gently as he slipped a hand up his shirt. The smooth taught skin of his chest being electrified by Derek's touch and a groan escaped his lips.

Derek's face pulled away from Stiles and his lips made a flat line as his nostrils flared.

"What?" Stiles said breathlessly.

It was only a second later that the door opened and Isaac stuck his head through. "Hey I was just- oh…" He cleared his throat and looked away awkwardly. Stiles tried to squirm out from underneath Derek but he had a firm hand on his chest. "Uh… Derek?" Isaac said.

"I'm a little busy Isaac. What do you want?"

"We were going to order pizza and I was just going to see if you wanted some." Isaac said, an awkward smile on his face.

"I'm not hungry. Don't you have another place that you can host your pizza parties?" Derek said, still straddling Stiles' leg.

"Nope, did you want me to turn up the T.V. so that we don't get an earful of this?" He grinned.

"I don't care, just tell Scott that if he wants to get cosy with Allison he can do it at his own house, not mine." Derek's eyes narrowed and Isaac pouted his lips.

"I'm turning it up." He said, pulling the door closed behind him as he left.

"I don't think Scott and Allison are together anymore." Stiles said as he looked up at Derek.

Derek's head tilted to the side and he raised his eyebrows. "I don't care." He said flatly before his scorching tongue was tracing the lines on Stiles' neck.

"Uhn… yeah, neither do I." Stiles said as his eyes rolled back in his head. "You know I uh… I spent some time just hanging out with my dad this morning." He said.

"Okay." Derek mumbled into his collarbone.

"We don't really do that anymore, I think he kind of misses it." Derek stopped the assault that his lips were performing on Stiles and rolled onto his side with a sigh. "Sorry, it was just… I mean… I know you don't like to talk about things and I'm not really that guy either but… I think it's kind of… necessary."

Derek didn't say anything he just looked up at Stiles expectantly and Stiles clicked his tongue.

"If your silence is going to mean that I'm the one who's going to be doing the talking while you lie there and listen then I already got that. And I know that you have your reasons for not wanting to talk because I do know that much about you but how am I supposed to find out anything else? You can't go around saying things like 'what do I know about you' when you don't want to tell me anything. Hell, I'll settle for your favourite colour – even though it's pathetic but I'm not going to make you talk… I can't make you talk, like it's physically impossible to make you do anything you don't want to do because you're this big tough alpha who-"

"Stiles, you're getting off point." Derek cut in.

Stiles shook his head. "Right, right, I just mean that you can't have it both ways. I get it, you don't want to talk about things, okay? I get it, even if Peter didn't decide to come and tell me about it I would have known. I just… I don't really know what you want here." He looked over at a contemplative Derek and the more silence there was the more Stiles regretted the word vomit that had just happened. "Are you going to say anything or just lie there staring at me?"

"Have you ever thought about not trying to define what this is Stiles? Why don't you just let things go?" Derek tilted his head to the side and Stiles sighed.

"Yeah, I guess, I just…" He sighed again and Derek leant in to nuzzle his cheek.

He always knew what to do to make Stiles calm down when he was like this. He obviously paid a lot of attention to him when he didn't notice, how could he know so much just by watching.

Stiles looked over into Derek's eyes and just stared for a moment. He saw something in them that he couldn't place; he almost looked worried or nervous. Stiles wet his lips with his tongue and Derek broke their contact.

"Derek…" He whispered.

"Did you say that Peter came to talk to you?" He cut in.

"Well, yeah."

"What did he say?"

"Not much, he was being his usual sociopathic self." Stiles shrugged.

"What did he say?" Derek repeated.

Stiles really didn't want to bring it up but he could see that Derek was insistent. "It was right before you showed up, he was probably trying to be a decent uncle for once in his post-fire life." Don't bring up the fire… Stiles thought.

"Stiles."

He sighed. "He told me that I should ask you about a girl named Paige, but I kind of figured it was just him trying to cause trouble." He said, trying to dismiss it fast when Derek tensed up beside him.

His nostrils flared and he had a meaner stare than Stiles had ever seen. His body had even started to tremble with anger and Stiles made sure not to move.

"Derek?" He said tentatively before Derek leapt off the bed and took long purposeful strides to the door. "Derek wait, please!"

Derek stopped, closing his eyes and holding his breath for a moment. He turned his head back to face Stiles.

"Go downstairs and have some pizza with them, I'll be back later."

"You're not going to do anything crazy are you? Derek, just stay." He pleaded.

"I'll be back Stiles, I just have something to take care of." He left the room and Stiles sighed.

"That went well." Stiles collapsed onto his back before deciding that pizza and movies was probably the best thing to keep his mind off the things that Derek could possibly be doing.