Heyheyhey! :). Derek's date! Alas, there's a minimal amount of porn in this chap. But trust me- the next few chapters are literally going to be all porn. Porn for days. Porn for years. Porn porn porn.

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Stiles looked at the orange juice. It looked back at him with an equally as hateful glare. He narrowed his eyes in anger as he stared at the price, hand twitching in his pocket with the last seven bucks he had to his name. It was two days before Derek's date and he had eaten himself out of house and home and he was hungry dammit- so he had driven to the grocery store in search for food, knowing he only had the scant amount of money. He had planned to get a loaf of bread and some turkey from the deli- but the orange juice was calling his name.

Four dollars for a fucking bottle of orange juice. He could easily grow his own orange tree- hell, make a whole fucking forest of orange trees for much less. Hit bit his lip as his mind quickly devolved into a rant about how the government was trying to run everyone's personal finances by jacking up the price of orange juice when he heard a familiar voice call his name.

"Stiles?"

He whipped around, eyes landing on Jackson's slim form. The other man was pushing a basket full of meat topped with a few pieces of vegetables here and there. There were a few wine bottles too- some deodorant and other personal hygiene products, some of them of the more feminine nature. Jackson was dressed in a rather wrinkly t-shirt and what looked to be plaid, cotton pajama bottoms- he had probably been ordered to do some late-night shopping by Derek. His hair looked a bit messed but his skin looked soft, and all in all he was just as hot as Stiles remembered.

"What's up apple-jack?" Stiles asked, grinning as Jackson's face deadpanned and his lips pulled taut. Stiles had taken to trying to give codenames to his favorite were's and Jackson hated the nickname Stiles had given him when they had been texting late at night and he was delirious from lack of sleep. So obviously Stiles used it as much as he could.

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that."

"Ya know nicknames are a sign of affection," Stiles said with a grin. "And I don't remember you being too averse to affection before."

Jackson blushed a little at that but rolled his eyes in a very Jackson-esque way. The man walked towards him a little, looking at the items in his hand with a curious eye.

"What are you doing here so late?" Jackson asked. Stiles mentally aww'ed at that because his tone conveyed a small amount of worry along with genuine curiosity. Stiles smiled sweetly.

"Are you actually worried about me?"

Jackson raised a brow. "Not really. But I would rather you not get kidnapped before I get a chance to fuck you."

It was Stiles' turn to blush at Jackson's comment, gripping the bag of meat he held in his hand. Jackson laughed and ran a hand through his hair, lifting the bottom of his shirt up enough just enough for a sliver of skin to show and Stiles rolled his eyes at how aroused he was just from that.

"But seriously, what are you doing here so late?"

"Uhh…" Stiles said, wondering if he should tell the truth or just resort to a lie. He really didn't want to come off as pathetic seeing as he could only afford a slice of bread and few pieces of meat. "Socializing?"

Jackson considered the comment but then looked up and down the utterly empty refrigerated aisle. There weren't even any workers walking around, which, what the hell? Wasn't that their job? He looked back at Stiles with a bemused expression, his lips sliding into a smirk. Stiles had to bite back the urge to kiss him.

"I'm sure there's just a lull in the crowd, right?"

Stiles narrowed his eyes at the man. "I was obviously buying food. That's what people come to the grocery store to do, isn't it? I mean, you've got enough meat there to supply the entire cast of all the lion king. What do you need with all that food? And what about the wine? You having some kind of ball that I wasn't invited to?"

Jackson spared a glance at the basket and his eyes looked shifty for a moment. Stiles mentally congratulated himself on his ability to ask too many questions and once and successfully overwhelm people. It could be useful. Sometimes. Jackson quickly recovered though, looking him in the eye.

"We were low on food and Derek said it was my turn to go get groceries- never mind that Scott never went last week. Lazy bastard."

That didn't explain the sheer amount of meat Jackson had- though he supposed a pack of werewolves could go through a surprisingly large amount of meat- but he could sympathize with the comment about Scott. He was kind of a lazy bastard.

"What about you? Your feast is… what, dry bread and meat?" He scoffed. "A meal fit for a king, most definitely."

"Why can't a guy just buy some meat and bread in peace without getting judged?"

Jackson ignored him. "Why are you in the refrigerator aisle? You already have the bread and the meat," Jackson snuck a glance behind him, looking at the orange juice. "Bread, meat and… orange juice. Living the high life, I see."

"God, could you bee anymore of an asshole? Literally, you could be made of an asshole and somehow become more of an asshole. Like Asshole Superior, or Meta-Asshole. Asshole above all assholes. Asshole transcendent, even."

"You looked like you were deciding on something. Something wrong?"

Not only did he roll his eyes at the fact that Jackson ignored him again- but damn, the boy was more quick-witted than Stiles had previously thought.

"Dude, literally, nothing's wrong. I was just getting some food."

Jackson gave him a look like he didn't believe what he was saying for even a second. An expression of consideration fell on his feature for a moment before he spoke.

"You-you don't have enough money, do you?" Jackson's gaze was on him and his eyes said that he already knew the answer, whether Stiles decided to tell the truth or not.

"And what makes you think that?"

"The fact that you looked like you were deciding on whether to get the orange juice or die." Jackson was quiet for a moment. "That's why you did this, isn't it? You didn't have any money."

"Well what other reason does someone apply for a job, dumbass." Stiles said.

"No, but you really didn't have any money. I can't imagine you'd be the type to do this if everything was okay financially."

Stiles was avoiding eye contact because Jackson- Asshole Superior- had figured it out so easily. Which honestly, he was kind of impressed by. But also really annoyed by.

"I don't need your pity." Stiles said, gaze downcast and voice bitter. He heard Jackson scoff.

"And I wasn't going to give it to you."

Stiles' head immediately whipped up, a look of genuine anger on his face. "Wow- you really are a prick, you know that? I mean, yeah, I don't want your pity but a bit of sympathy would be nice-"

"Dude, calm down," Jackson said, which hell no, those words would definitely not calm him down, but Jackson continued before he could get a word in. "I have a heart. I meant that I'm not giving you pity because pretty soon you won't have to worry about money anymore. And plus," he grabbed the bread and meat from Stiles' hand and placed it in his own basket before he could react. "I'm buying this for you. So get over yourself."

Stiles gaped, because on one hand he wasn't some damsel in distress that needed saving, and on the other hand he could totally just let Jackson pay for his food. But on another hand it was really sweet that Jackson would even consider that, and on another he was a prick because he just assumed that Stiles would be joining his pack pretty soon. Which, equaled four hands in total, which doesn't make sense unless they were paws and he was a werewolf which, heh, ironic.

"Dude- uh, definitely not. You're not allowed to pay for my food when I can't pay you back."

"You can pay me back in blowjobs." Jackson said easily as he began walking away, pushing the cart easily even though it looked extremely heavy.

"Jackson!"

"Grab your damn orange juice and c'mon, idiot. I don't have all night."

Stiles glowered at Jackson's back for a moment before rolling his eyes and quickly choosing the most expensive orange juice he could find and powerwalking to catch up.

After Jackson had paid for his food- including an extra box of pop tarts which, total score- he may or may not have followed Jackson to his very expensive looking car so they could make out in the back seat. He also may or may not have let Jackson dry hump him for 15 minutes before they had to stop or both parties would have ended up soiling their underwear.

XoX

Derek huffed as he fixed his shirt, trying to decide whether or not he should leave two or three buttons unbuttoned at the top of his shirt. He ruffled his hair a bit and tried to smooth down the short hairs on his jaw, fixing his pants with every other movement and continually checking his breath to make sure it smelled alright.

He knew he was freaking out. And he also knew he looked really good, dressed in a tight fitting black shirt that accentuated his muscles and slacks that Isaac- who currently still lay on his bed behind him, resting after a particularly intense make out session- said made his ass look absolutely sinful. So yes, he was quite aware that he was being ridiculous, but he wanted this to turn out well. Really wanted it to.

At the beginning it had really just been lust- he wanted to have Stiles underneath him in his bed, squirming and yelling his name. But over the month and a half since Stiles had walked into his office it had transformed into something more. Really, he hadn't seen Stiles in person since that day, but they had been texting and calling all the time. He hadn't wanted to influence Stiles' decision with his constant presence- wanted him to make the choices from his own will. Not a day went by when they didn't contact each other. And now that lust had become something more deep seated- he had an overwhelming amount of respect for the younger man, valued his wit, sarcasm and intelligence. He had come to learn that Stiles was a dreamer but a bit of a pessimist, that he worked hard for anything and everything he wanted. He liked to achieve things, maybe exceedingly- because he had a penchant for overdoing everything. He was a bit of a loner but didn't particularly like it that way- he loved being around people but was slightly afraid that he was a bit too much for others to handle. He was extremely worried about his father and he just wanted to make sure that he was alright- that was at the top of his priority list. He was sad because he felt like he didn't really have anyone except for his father and his best friend Lydia. He was also family oriented- wanted a big one with lots of kids because he had never had any siblings. And Derek had so badly wanted to say that Stiles would never be alone again- because he was Derek's mate and pack bitch and Derek would make sure of it- but he hadn't. He had only listened. So of course his lust had changed into an almost nagging need in his chest, at the back of his mind, so strong it almost hurt.

So tonight was a big night, obviously. And he wanted- needed, it to go perfectly.

"You're stressing, Der," He heard Isaac's voice say behind him. He turned to find the boy laid nude in his bed, tangled in the sheets. He made a tempting sight- his other mate bared so perfectly in front of him. But he couldn't claim- not until they both were there for him to have. "You realize he's going to say yes, right? You could do nothing but punch him in the face and he'd still be totally on board."

"I don't want him to change his mind." Derek said, voicing his worries. He didn't have to be worried about being weak in front of Isaac- the boy would bring him no harm. Only warmth and love and affection, things that Derek craved.

"There's a .01% chance that that'll happen."

"I don't want there to be a chance at all."

Isaac laughed and untangled himself from the bed, walking in all his naked glory over to Derek and wrapping his arms around his waist from behind, planting a kiss on the back of his neck. "He'll say yes Derek. No doubt."

Derek smiled at the confidence in Isaac's voice and wished he could be just as sure.

XoX

Derek observed the apartment building that Stiles lived in as he took the elevator to the sixth floor. He had never been Stiles' place, but from the looks of it, it wasn't all that great. Some of the walls were falling apart and everything looked old and faded, fluorescent lights hung in the hallways and some of them flashed and blinked with broken bulbs. He growled a little to himself- no mate of his should be living in such a poor excuse for housing.

He pushed his wolf down and followed the long hallway down, looking for room 612. When he found it he took a deep breath in front of the door, placing his best smile on his lips before he knocked. He tried not to invade Stiles' privacy too much but couldn't help himself when he heard a few rushed breaths from inside the room, a quick footfall of nervous steps coming from the apartment along with the frantic beat of a heart. It calmed him a little to know that Stiles was nervous too.

It took a few moments for the door to swing open but when it did he was met with the beautiful shade of Stiles' brown eyes and at once Derek wanted to grab the other man and drag him to the nearest bed. His scent rushed from the apartment and it was mixed with the heady excitement of anticipation. His skin looked a bit flush but still that gorgeous pale that reminded him of all the marks he wanted to leave on his body.

Stiles' eyes immediately did an over obvious up and down of his form and Derek was pleased when the slightly shorter man's eyes widened.

"Wow," Stiles said breathily. "I'm um. Like, super underdressed, dude. Let me put on a blazer or something-"

"No, it's ok, you look good." Derek said, which wasn't a lie at all. He hadn't told Stiles to dress up, mainly because he wanted Stiles to be impressed by his wardrobe, but also because what he had planned wasn't anything fancy. The exact opposite, really. But Stiles did look good- he was dressed in a soft cotton black v-neck that stretched tightly over his lithe form, hinting at the barely-there muscles that played under his skin. The shirt helped elongate Stiles' already sinfully long neck, giving Derek a peek of his pale chest and the untouched skin that hid there. His jeans dropped low on his hips and his glasses sat rather low on his nose and his hair reminded Derek of rather unsavory things. "You uh- you look really good. Don't change."

Stiles gave him a cautious look but eventually relaxed. "Alright dude, but we better not be going to some super high class place just so you could get everyone to laugh at me."

Derek chuckled. "Well then you've foiled my plan."

Stiles smiled for a moment and they both just sort of looked into each other's for a few seconds, but Stiles was the one to break the silence. "So uh, where we going?"

Derek's grin fell a little at the question as he was reminded what his plan was and Stiles seemed to notice, but before he could ask any questions Derek smiled again and took Stiles' hands, leading him out the door. Stiles turned to look his apartment.

"You ready?" Stiles asked after he finished.

Derek took a deep breath. "As I'll ever be."

XoX

Stiles could tell Derek was slightly uncomfortable.

He wasn't lacking in trying to hide the fact though, he had tried numerous times to make small talk but it all eventually petered off as Derek drove them through the city, headed somewhere Stiles wasn't aware of. They rode in the same black Camaro that Peter had driven.

"It's my car," Derek said. "But Peter had wanted to impress you- so I let him use it."

"You guys are all about impressing me, huh? I'm getting woo'ed something awful."

XoX

Derek drove pretty far, farther and farther until the tall buildings thinned out and trees started to dominate once again, the random home dotting the landscape. Eventually he turned down a lone road and drove for a few moments more before he stopped and pulled over.

"We're here." He said gruffly.

Stiles raised a brow and looked out the window. It was dark but all he could see was the lining of trees on either side of them, the moon bright against the night sky. He nibbled his lips. "And where exactly is 'here'?" He looked to Derek.

The man seemed worried, face falling a bit. Derek turned to look Stiles in the eye and took a deep breath. "Let's get out and I'll explain it to you while we walk."

Stiles nodded deftly and stepped out of the car, immediately regretting his decision because he had forgotten to bring a jacket. He had forgotten in this cold front that had come through the area. He was shivering almost immediately, the winds biting at his skin as he rubbed his arms. As he walked around to the front of the car he felt Derek edge close to his side and the warmth he threw off was amazing. He felt a hand land on his waist as he was pulled up against Derek's side.

"Thanks," Stiles muttered. "Didn't expect it to be cold this time of year."

Derek didn't respond, but began to walk down the road with Stiles by his side. Stiles didn't see an ultimate destination but he felt like Derek was walking with purpose. He was close to asking when Derek was going to start his story but he looked into the man's face and decided against it, he looked like he was trying to come up with the words to say something difficult.

"So," Derek started, taking a breath. "I'm not sure how much you know about werewolf culture and everything that goes along with it, but- uh. But you know, with every story comes the bad guy, right? I guess with werewolves there are a bunch of bad guys- but the people who mean us the most harm are Hunters."

Stiles had vaguely heard of them somewhere in his father's reports. Apparently they were a big problem in the south where werewolf populations were thick and bigot population even thicker, but he hadn't heard anything extremely serious. He nodded for Derek to go on.

"There are a bunch of anti-were organizations but Hunters are the most organized and therefore, the most powerful. They're hard to catch because they have so many connections, and that makes them even stronger. They believe that werewolves are some kind of… blasphemy, I guess. Something about how we go against nature and because of that, we have to be eradicated. Like a disease."

"That's bullshit," Stiles said as he snuggled closer to Derek as they walked. He could faintly see the outline of something in the distance, at the end of the road, but he couldn't make it out completely.

"Yeah, trust me, I know," Derek said with a chuckle. "But uh- yeah. They're dangerous. They don't just kill random were's though- they go for big packs and influential families in werewolf society. There was an incident a while back with the Devroux pack in Louisiana- you remember anything about it?"

"Yeah, I think. Their Alpha was a big politician, pro-wolf and all that. But she was assassinated, right?"

Derek nodded. "Along with seven other members of her pack. The Hunters only left their six year old son and thirteen year old niece because they couldn't find them. Werewolf packs are hierarchical- if you take out the base, the foundation- the Alpha- than everything sort of starts to fall apart."

Stiles nodded again, still not seeing how this related to Derek.

"Remember how I told you I used to live in Beacon Hills? It was my parents, Laura, Peter and I. I'm sure you don't remember but we were a pretty influential were family because our ancestors took part in settling Beacon Hills- and we had been around ever since."

Stiles looked up when it took longer than usual for Derek to finish his statement. The man looked solemn, his smile gone and wrinkles gathered around his eyes as he looked to the ground as they walked.

"F-for some reason, I don't know why, the Hunters set us as their target, there."

Stiles took in a little gasp, looking into Derek's eyes, but the man didn't meet his gaze, only continued to look at the ground.

"Being werewolves, my parents were cautious, obviously. My mom was Alpha at the time and she noticed when they started to get a bit more aggressive. They tried to spook us at first, making random noises out in the forest around our house knowing we could hear it, spooking animals on our land and just generally trying to freak us out. We were careful at first, but we didn't make any counter attacks. It took about two months for them to do something a little more drastic. They started leaving dead animals on our doorsteps, and we would wake up to find dead wolves in front of our house.

"Obviously it was a sign, but my mother was a strong Alpha- and she wouldn't let them scare her. She never went to the police with it, because back then they wouldn't have really done anything to help. Maybe sent out a few search parties for a few days- but otherwise we had to fend for ourselves."

Stiles nodded at that- he knew well enough that back then werewolf rights were almost nonexistent. It wasn't until recently that it had gotten a huge surge in approval, laws practically passing constantly that made werewolves equal with humans. But not all people could adapt as quickly.

"They did that for a while but then… they tried to take Laura. They tried to take her after school, had somehow gotten wolfsbane into her system to weaken her without her noticing. They ambushed her after school with shock batons."

"Derek-"

"She was fine- no permanent damage," Derek said, wrapping his arm tighter around Stiles. They were close to the end of the road now, and Stiles could see clearly that it was what looked like rubble, stacks of broken, black wood scattered across the ground.

"Luckily my mom had assigned Peter to watch over us while we were at school- so he was there almost instantly. He wolfed out and they got scared enough to run."

"…And that's why you moved here."

Derek nodded. He didn't talk until they had successfully reached the end of the road, standing in front of a large plot of land, littered with a very large amount of rubble and remnants of what looked to be a large house. The wind was cold and the trees rustled a bit. Stiles looked into Derek's eyes and he saw the man's gaze focused on the mess on the ground in front of him.

"We moved here, but they didn't stop. A few years afterward they attacked again- but they went all out."

It clicked in Stiles' mind- the charred wood, the scattered material on the ground. He had always wondered why Derek stayed in an apartment instead of a house.

"They burnt it down."

Derek's lips pulled taut. "If it were a regular fire the damage wouldn't have been all that bad. But somehow they managed to lace the flames with wolfsbane powder. Me and Laura had been at school at the time- and everybody managed to get out alive but… my parents were never the same. It's hard for were's to get sick at all, but with how much wolfsbane had burned in the flames… it damaged my parent's lungs. More so my mother because she had been caught under a fallen beam and it had weakened her. They developed wolfsbane induced lung cancer- my mom died first. Then my dad. It wasn't lethal for Peter- but he has trouble breathing sometimes."

Stiles swallowed and he felt tears prickle at the corner of his eyes as he looked down at the ashes of had once been Derek's family home. He could relate with losing a mother, but losing both? It was almost enough for him to have a breakdown.

"Derek, I- I'm so sorry." He didn't really have any words- he knew how useless words were in the absence of a parent. He felt a squeeze on his waist.

"It's alright, I didn't mean to upset you by bringing you here. I just- if you're to be my mate I want you to know everything. I just figured…"

Stiles looked up into Derek's face and the man's features were heartbreakingly open. He had never heard the older werewolf so insecure in the amount of times he had spoken. They caught each other's gaze and Stiles gave a weak smile that he hoped conveyed how okay it was with him that Derek had showed him this.

"Does Isaac know?"

Derek shook his head. "No one else except Peter and Laura. You're the first I've told."

"But you'll tell him right? When we're mates?"

Derek's eyes widened a bit and he looked more unsure than before. "Oh, yeah, of course. I had no intention of leaving him out of this, this just seemed like a good opportunity to show you-"

Stiles rose to place his lips on Derek's, silencing the man's hastily uttered statement. Derek made a low, whining noise when he felt the press of Stiles' lips. Stiles brought a hand up to card through Derek's hair and Derek moaned at that, lips moving together as he was pulled closer into Derek's warmth. He felt Derek's tongue lick over his lips and he opened his mouth eagerly, shivering when Derek plundered his mouth. In a moment the kiss turned from something rather gentle into something harsh as Derek pulled him close and placed his palms on Stiles' ass. Goosebumps rose on Stiles' skin as the cold wind contrasted Derek's warm mouth and he sucked on Derek's tongue, running a hand over the muscled chest of the older man. He groaned when he felt hardness against his thigh through Derek's pants and he pushed onto it, eliciting a moan from the taller male.

Derek hadn't expected the kiss to come so easily, but now that it had come, he wasn't going to push it away. Stiles tasted as amazing as he had imagined, way back when he had only gotten a sweet taste of Stiles' skin during his interview. His mouth was wet and warm and the little moans that felt from his lips were music to his ears. He squeezed Stiles' ass in his hands, rolling the flesh through his fingers as he pulled the man closer, rubbing his hardness into the answering one in Stiles' pants. He could feel the slight outline of abs against his own and he wanted nothing more than to let his tongue roll and dip over the valleys on Stiles' body. One of Stiles' hands were busy playing with a nipple through his shirt and he groaned when Stiles pinched it. He gave a particularly harsh thrust against Stiles' pelvis and Stiles threw his head back slightly with a groan, baring that beautifully moon-lit neck. Derek attacked it immediately, nibbling on the skin over his adam's apple, the need to mate with the man in his arms slowly taking over his mind.

"Derek- wait- we can't," Stiles' voice said breathily, but it most definitely sounded like they could, so Derek didn't let up. Not until he felt a hand push at his chest, and for a moment is wolf was confused: he had a warm and willing mate in his arms but said mate was currently trying to stop the inevitable mating that would take place. He succeeded in trying to squish down the wolf in his mind and he pulled away from Stiles' neck reluctantly, eyes lingering on the slightly red mark he had left. It wasn't what he had wanted to leave, but it would do in a pinch.

Stiles took a few deep breaths before he fully detached himself from Derek's body, pushing the man away with a soft press, but he allowed his hand to linger on Derek's abs. He definitely did not want to get riled up again until he was in Derek's bed along with Isaac, where he could get as riled up as he wished. He looked at the rubble in front of him to distract himself.

"You should rebuild." Stiles said as he looked at the large space that was left by the destroyed house. He felt Derek's body tense before it relaxed again under his touch.

"I want to," he heard Derek say. "I wanted to get a bigger pack, first. That way it wouldn't feel so… empty."

"And once I'm in? Isaac will probably be pregnant within the first few minutes of becoming pack bitch if you live up to your reputation, and the pack will get bigger with time. You could start rebuilding now- have a new pack home and everything. A place to call your own. Ours."

He caught Derek gazing at him with something akin to lust and longing in his eyes, something so intense it was actually a little frightening.

"Yeah," Derek said. "That sounds like a plan."

A silence settled between them for a few moments, and they stood listening to each other breathe and hearing the sound of the wind blow through the trees. Eventually though, Stiles did want to get back to what he had interrupted. He saw no reason why tonight shouldn't be the night he gets mercilessly pounded into the bed- it had been way too long.

"Alright, big guy," Stiles said, turning sharply and beginning to walk back towards the car. "C'mon. You've fucking to do."

"But- the bite-"

"You can give me the bite in bed. Oh, I have some ceremonial words to say or something right? I accept your proposal- I concede to being pack bitch- from this day forward and shall now and forever put out whenever a pack mate wants my hot body. That sound about right? Now hurry the hell up- I need to get fucked like, yesterday."