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: Once again I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed, favourited and alerted this story! You guys are what keep me writing!

Caden flopped down next to Scott in the cafeteria, staring down at the tray of food in front of him. It wasn't like him to usually hang around Stiles' friends, but since his brother was currently being kept in after Chemistry class due to not having done his homework, he'd been asked to save him a seat."Dude, you alright man? You look like hell, and before you comment... which twin am I talking to?" McCall smirked ever so slightly, digging into his cafeteria lunch with great gusto. A little too much in Caden's opinion. Scott, despite being Stiles' best friend for only lord knew how long, still couldn't tell the difference between the Stilinski brothers. Even if he compared their scents, he still wasn't able to tell either of them apart. He was a sucky best friend, so Stiles had said.

Caden pulled a face at Scott's antics, bringing the apple to his mouth and taking a big bite out of it, averting his gaze from the darker male's both horrifying and yet amusing way of attacking his poor food. He almost felt sorry for the spaghetti.

"Stiles got detention for not doing his Chemistry homework; serves him right," Caden shrugged with a smirk, taking another bite of his juicy apple as he glanced around the cafeteria. Today was not his day; he felt oddly sluggish, like he hadn't gotten enough sleep somehow. Like... something was missing, kind of. Hell, it felt like a part of him was missing, and he didn't know why.

A soft sigh left him, and as he moved his gaze around, it suddenly landed on a rather strange sight.

There, smack in the middle of the cafeteria, was a ruggedly handsome man staring at him. With those red eyes, those same damn eyes that he dreamed about every damn night.

"The fuck!"

He abruptly pushed his chair back from the table he and Scott were sitting at, brown eyes wide as he stared at the now empty spot where the red eyed man had been standing only moments before. His apple lay on the floor completely forgotten, the tanned male looking at him in whole concern. "Cade? What the hell, man? You alright?" he asked softly, leaning forward a little with his brows furrowed, trying to figure out what Caden was staring at.

He couldn't see anything but a blank spot with students coming and going from it, he'd been too busy chowing down to have focused on anything else.

Stiles' twin jumped a little (something he seemed to be doing a lot lately, shit) and fearful eyes were directed at Scott."What, you didn't see him either? I swear there was someone standing there, but he's... gone. Shit, maybe I'm seeing things, I don't know." Scott's nose twitched in response, once again looking to the spot that his best friend's brother was currently freaking out about.

No. Someone had definitely been there. And that fucking scent was all too familiar for the werewolf's liking. Peter's presence in the school definitely raised some questions; at least, for Scott anyway. He leaned back in his seat, forcing his wolf back down in order to keep from freaking everyone out, wondering what the hell his Alpha was doing in his school. Why he was here was a little more important. Peter had gotten his revenge on Kate Argent, and after Derek stopped himself from killing his uncle, the Alpha had sworn he'd leave them all alone.

"I should have known he'd go back on his word," Scott mumbled, running a hand through his dark hair and it was when he looked back up that he realized Caden was expecting an answer. "Yeah, you're definitely seeing things, Caden. I wouldn't worry about it too much," he patted Stiles' twin on the back and then turned back to his food, completely engrossed in his thoughts now.

He knew that Caden was utterly and blissfully unaware of the werewolf existence. Scott also knew that Stiles not telling him was going to most likely bite both of them in the ass. He just hoped that if and when Caden did find out, he wouldn't blow up at Stiles for keeping it a secret. Otherwise there would be some damage done that could be permanent between the twins. And that was the last thing anyone needed, especially Stiles considering all that he'd gone through the past few months.

With that thought in mind, Scott turned his attention to his food and returned to devouring it, smirking inwardly at the half disgusted, half amused look on Caden's face. It was too damn funny.

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Stiles sat in the empty Chemistry classroom with a pout on his face. He was stuck, in here, while everyone else got to chow down on some delicious cafeteria food that his stomach was currently begging him for. Life sucked balls. "Life sucks balls," he declared aloud, the damn teacher wasn't in the room with him anyway so he'd say what he wanted. It really did. Since Derek Hale had come into his life, it had never quite been the same. He'd found himself gravitating towards the older teen, despite everything that Derek had threatened to do to him, despite all the slamming against doors and walls that the werewolf did to him.

He tried to tell himself all the time that it was because of Scott's all too frequent absence in his life as of late that Derek was becoming a more attractive option to hang out with, that this sudden need for the broody man was just a phase he was going through, and that he was still totally in love with Lydia Martin.

Every excuse that Stiles made to himself, though, was beginning to sound feeble and overused, overdone. Sometimes his dreams consisted of Derek marking him in ways that left him sweaty and hard when he woke (which was a pain because Stiles never could get himself off), but then other dreams consisted of Derek caressing him sweetly, like he was someone to be valued and not just the nerdy sidekick that everyone seemed to overlook. It was those dreams that Stiles treasured the most; he felt wanted, loved... he felt appreciated.

And every time he saw that damn, stupid, moronic, sexy asshole of a werewolf Stiles had to control himself so fucking much. He had never known such temptation before, it was horrible and amazing and painful and so new. He had never wanted anyone like he wanted Derek. Lydia had been a crush; Derek, he was lusting after so hard, but he wasn't even sure that it was lust.

It hurt because he knew he could never have him; Derek didn't see him in that way and never would, why would he? Stiles was just that nerdy sidekick that no one saw, that no one appreciated. Just another unrequited love that would haunt him for years to come.