Title: The Stilinski Brothers' Journey
Rating: T (M in later chapters)
Author: CourtyPie
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, so no sueing.
Summary: Stiles has a twin brother named Caden. Together they'll journey down a dark road that will lead to them finding their mates. Laughs, tears, pain, love, betrayal and family await the Stilinski brothers. Can they make it through it all, or will their choices destroy them? Derek/Stiles, Peter/Caden, Scott/Allison, Jackson/Danny, Lydia/Adrian.
Author's Note: Thanks so much for all the reviews so far, guys! I honestly didn't expect to get more than one or two. So a big thank you to all those who reviewed, favourited and alerted this story!
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"Get up, Caden! We're gonna be late for school, you twit!" A harsh smack landed on the back of Stiles' twin's head, who groaned at the unnecessary hit and rolled on over onto his back, heavily lidded eyes cracking open to see a pissed Stiles hovered over him, his left hand raised as if to smack him playfully again. Caden just barely raised his own arm in time to deflect the hit, another groan leaving him.
"Seriously, man? You could've woken me up with a glass of cold water or something." He muttered with a sigh, fully awake now as he rolled on out of his oh so comfy and warm bed.
Stiles simply shrugged in response, moving to sling his backpack over his shoulder. "Nothing wakes you up, bro. I've tried that trick so many times it's not funny. Even freakin' Scott responds to icy cold water, but you... you just keep on dreamin' whatever it is that you dream about." He shook his head, tossing a freshly made bacon sandwich to his younger twin and heading into the bathroom.
Caden rubbed at his eyes with his free palm, a large yawn escaping him as he soon stretched afterwards. His dreams always involved the one damn thing over and over, it never seemed to want to leave him alone; those penetrating red eyes, stalking and haunting every dream that he ever had. Ever since he moved to Beacon Hills. And the rare times when Caden could pull himself out of such dreams, he woke up sweaty and with the feeling that he was being watched intensely. He always shook it off, thinking it was simply his bizarre and twisted imagination that he somehow inherited from Stiles.
The hungry teenager suddenly remembered that he was holding a freshly made sandwich in his hand, and his stomach growled at the thought of it. Without further ado, Caden tore into the food with much gusto and was finished only a mere few minutes later. He licked the crumbs from his fingers, proceeding to drag one of Stiles' shirts over his head and over the black wife beater that he wore to bed the previous night. Stiles and Caden didn't differ in anything physical, so wearing the other's shirts was always typical for them as much as their father insisted that they wear their own clothes.
"You remember to do your chemistry homework, Stiles?" Caden called over his shoulder, slipping on a pair of his old sneakers as he did so, then proceeding to pull some paperwork out from under his bed. He tended to hide his homework there, so Stiles wouldn't be tempted to cheat off his brother. There were quite a few things underneath his bed that Stiles was too afraid to go through to get his homework.
A familiar sounding snort came from the bathroom, and Caden shook his head to himself with a slight smirk, taking that answer as a no. "Dude, since when have I ever done it? I don't do it and still get good grades." Stiles' words were followed with a deliberately loud snicker; his twin rolled his eyes, knowing that Stiles was implying that of his own bad grades. "Aren't you lucky, snotface," Caden mumbled under his breath, a small huff escaping him. Still, it didn't bother him all that much that Stiles got better grades than he did even if he acted like it sometimes. School wasn't all that important to him.
He went to turn around, and close the room's window that for some reason Stiles always left open, but was suddenly greeted with the sight of a hard chest. A manly chest. A droolworthy, manly chest. Swallowing the hard lump in his throat, Caden slowly but surely raised his gaze to the owner of said chest's face, his heart beating rapidly and quite hard. Like it wanted to tear itself out. His eyes found a darkly handsome and broody face, who was glaring down at him with such an intense and fierce ferocity that he was surprised none of his skin suddenly started burning off.
But Caden couldn't do anything but stare, even as a husky "Stiles?" slipped past the stranger's roughly chapped lips.
"Stiles!" The man's voice got louder, and Caden snapped himself out of it just as his brother came hurrying back into the room at the sound. He looked to the both of them in confusion, just like the darker male was as well. Stiles was the first to speak. "Er.. Derek, you weren't supposed to be here to tutor me 'til this afternoon.." He coughed, eyes widening in a way that told Hale to play along with it.
Caden's head snapped to his twin, and he took a step back from the so called Derek, moreso for his own comfort than anything else. "You.. you know this guy? Why the hell is he crawling through your fucking window?" Did Stiles have a stalker? Was he secretly seeing this Derek? Was even the possibility of Stiles being gay a possibility at all? Last time he checked, his brother was interested in that pretty redhead who went by the name of Lydia Martin.
Maybe he was wrong about that.
"Derek, this is my twin brother Caden... Caden, this is a perfectly normal friend of mine, Derek Hale." Stiles looked between them, his nervousness radiating quite clearly even to his brother. Stressing the two words perfectly normal. Derek gave a small sniff, green eyes narrowing over at the other Stilinski. "You never mentioned a twin brother, Stiles." He growled out, causing said brother to jump a little at the menacing sound. Caden licked his lips, holding up his hands in a sign that he was completely harmless.
"I-I take you two know each other very well, so.. I'm just gonna get to school, yeah, meet you there Stiles. Don't worry about dropping me off." With that, he was out the door, down the stairs and on his way to school.
Stiles shook his head, snorting silently to himself. Trust Caden to leave him defenseless, but he knew that if he were in any real danger his brother would never leave his side. Well... this occasion wouldn't count, nope, unless Derek finally decided to make good on his threats.
He glanced back to Derek, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well done, genius. Now everyone's gonna know that you like to visit by climbing in through the window and growling as a way of saying hello." He spoke sarcastically to the werewolf, shifting the bag on his shoulder uncomfortably.
"Would you shut up for a second and let me explain the reason why I'm here?" Derek growled again, his eyes flashing an electric blue as he stared down the other boy with no hesitance.
Stiles managed a small chuckle, stepping back much like his brother had done only moments ago. "Sorry, but in case you haven't noticed, I've kinda got school, so if you don't mind..." he trailed off as the werewolf grabbed him by the shirt and pinned him against the bedroom wall, said lycan's eyes now that indefinite electric blue, a grunt leaving the smaller male.
"You need to hear this, Stilinski, and I don't give a damn if it goes through one ear and out the other; I'm only gonna tell you so that you can't come cryin' to me when something bad happens." The huff of words came close to being a snarl, and Stiles froze in his tracks, daring to glance up at the irritated werewolf.
"Something bad? Is this because you didn't kill Peter? Oh god, I knew you should have killed him, why did you let him live? He's gonna come after us all!" He blabbed in a haze of fear, a scent that appealed to Derek's inner wolf quite strongly.
The lycan didn't respond for a few moments, simply taking in Stiles' scent through his nose. He pressed harder against the younger boy, relishing the feel of their bodies against each other, his wolf itching at the surface to be let free and just take the Stilinski boy right there and then. "W-What are you doing?" Stiles squeaked out unexpectedly, and with great willpower that he didn't know he had Derek managed to pull himself away a little, putting sufficient space in between the two males.
"My uncle, now that the ones responsible for the Hale house fire are dead, is looking for a mate." He breathed to Stiles, forcing his wolf back down each time that he caught a whiff of Stiles' amazing scent.
Said boy licked lips, albeit a bit nervously, his brain trying to adjust to what was going on. And why Derek was so close in his personal space, more closer than he'd ever been. "And the point of your telling me is... what, exactly?" he managed out, quite shocked to find that his body was beginning to stir for want of a better word just due to Derek being so close. The werewolf sighed in frustration, slamming a hand against the wall next to Stiles' head, making the boy jump. "Peter isn't the woman type; he finds them to be too soft and cushy for his liking," he gritted his teeth, hoping Stiles would get the point.
Which he did. "You think he'd gun for me? Dude, I'm not even into dudes like that! I am a perfectly straight, straight, heterosexual homosapien with no interest in cocks! None at all!" Stiles protested, but it sounded feeble even to his own ears, mainly due to the fact that Derek's body pressed up against his was oddly a turn on. The werewolf made an odd sound, that suspiciously sounded like a chuckle, before his face turned all serious again. "Peter won't go for you, Stiles, because you're somebody else's mate. There are others that he can try, though, so I suggest you keep an eye on your brother's whereabouts, and Jackson's as well."
There was a brief pause, in which Derek leaned in as if to kiss Stiles, who closed his eyes for some stupid reason, but when he felt nothing and opened his eyes a few moments later, Derek was gone. Dick.
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Whew, I wrote a lot more than I thought I would! Anyway, review guys! Makes me want to update faster! =D