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 for the reviews, guys! I'd also like to let you all know right now that I am moving states on Wednesday, and I'll have very little to no internet access, so updates from here on out will be very slow indeed. And to address a reviewer DandSforever: ideas for this story would most certainly be welcomed, I want to know what you guys wanna see in the story! No guarantee that I'll actually do it, but suggestions are definitely welcome.

Also, I've been watching too many Sterek videos on Youtube lately. I recommend Derek/Stiles Lost And Broken, & Derek/Stiles Won't You Lay Your Hands On Me. The latter has a bit of mature content in it, but both videos were very enjoyable to watch and only boosted my Sterek muse more. Okay, enough of my rambling. On with the show!

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"Stiles, bro, you look so down. What's wrong?"

Stiles hadn't really spoken all that much since they'd gotten home from school that afternoon and since Caden had told him what he thought he'd seen in the middle of the cafeteria yesterday. Plus the fact that Scott had, once again, ditched Stiles in favor of going over to Allison's house. Which occurred a lot more than what was norm lately, but Caden had thought that his brother was used to it by now. And it wasn't like Stiles to be deliberately silent; the ADHD teen usually had a lot of difficulty staying quiet even for one minute, so for him to have lasted this long without rambling about some stupid thing or another? It was worrying his younger twin.

Caden frowned lightly when his brother, again, didn't respond and instead chose to continue staring at the ceiling; he'd seen this kind of look before, on one of his own friends Adrian, but that was because the poor kid lusted after Lydia Martin so much that he- suddenly, Caden shuddered, pulling a face as he abruptly halted his train of thought. He really didn't want to think of one of his closest friends in that way.

The point was, Stiles had been crushing on the pretty redhead girl for years, and not once had Caden ever seen this type of look on his twin's face. Ever. Sure, Lydia would occasionally step on Stiles' heart and attempt to break it into a thousand pieces by utterly ignoring him, but the kid had always seemed to bounce back every time, not at all deterred by the fact she didn't pay one ounce of attention to him. But he'd never seen such a dejected expression on Stiles' face; if anything, he tended to try to keep a smile on at all times. Always trying to handle and solve issues on his own; never relying on anyone but himself, scared of letting people in only to lose them, like he'd lost their mother. Caden knew all this about Stiles because unlike his brother, he was quiet and liked to observe people, try to figure out what made them tick. And he could tell Stiles was hiding something; from both him and their dad. Maybe that was the part of the problem.

"It's bullshit!"

Came Stiles' sudden outburst, and his brother damn near jumped out of his skin at the sound. He was almost relieved to hear the fact that Stiles was now willing to vent, but on the other hand he'd never seen his brother both so angry and yet so depressed at the same time. A thought crossed his mind that it was possibly due to the lack of Adderall, but then it vanished as swift as it had appeared. Caden would get to the bottom of whatever was bothering his twin,and then proceed to verbally smash whoever was causing it if there was indeed someone causing read right, verbally smash. Just like his brother Caden wasn't well built; in fact he was just as skinny as Stiles, if not lankier. And maybe a wee bit taller than him.

He glanced over Stiles' way, noticing that he still hadn't moved from his position on the bed he'd flopped down on earlier, but there was now a frown adorning his facial features, which was beginning to turn into a scowl.

Stiles also looked to Caden, a huff like sigh escaping him before he decided to elaborate on his sudden words. "I do everything for Scott, man. I drop everything for him in a heartbeat to help him when he needs it; and even when he doesn't need it, I'm still there trying to sort out all the messes he leaves behind. And what do I get? Not one bit of thanks, not even one chocolate chip cookie in that awesome polka dot jar Mrs McCall's got hiding somewhere in her awesome bleach white kitchen," he ranted with narrowed eyes, a small pout forming as he done so.

"Nooo; instead, I'm ditched for Miss Pretty Face who is possibly the worst kind of match that I can think of for him; he's probably only going home with her because of the sex, and while I bet that sex is more awesome than anything else in the world, something I wouldn't know because I'm still a virgin and people have yet to take notice of my stunning good looks and charm, it's still not fair. He was my best friend first before he became her boyfriend, and now she's taken him away from me. I..." Stiles stopped, seeing that his brother was staring past him to the window he usually left open, and sighed.

He had an inkling of just who was hanging at the window, and turned to see that his instincts had been quite right. Derek fucking Hale was giving him that trademark stare unashamedly, and it only served to piss off the agitated boy even more. "Caden, can you, like, start getting dinner ready? I really need to teach my tutor how to use the front door, and you need to get a headstart on dinner before Dad gets home, if he even comes home tonight." Stiles innocently shoved his protesting brother out of the bedroom, and pretty much slammed the door shut, turning to the werewolf in front of him with a glare.

"If you're here to kill me and bury my lily white corpse somewhere in the woods tonight, I'm not going down without a fight, Hale. My brother will know that you done it and then he'll tell our Dad and then you're sooooo going to prison for real if Dad doesn't get you with his shotgun first." Not the best of threats, but Stiles gave it the best shot he had. Derek only seemed to be amused by the attempt, if the small quirk of the corner of those lips were anything to go by.

Those rough, chapped lips that Stiles would like nothing more than to- wait, what! The older Stilinski twin quickly shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts, narrowing his eyes at the now fully smirking lycan.

"Calm your shit, Stilinski, I'm not here to hurt you. At least not tonight." Derek really couldn't help but take relish in the slight scent of fear that emanated from Stiles after he spoke, as long as it wasn't an overabundance of it. The wolf needed the boy to submit, and it certainly didn't wish to scare him away. It knew frightening Stiles more than necessary wasn't acceptable, anyone who done such a thing would pay the price. It startled Derek to know that his wolf was already so fiercely protective of Stiles, but privately he wholly agreed with its thoughts. He would never tell Stiles that, though.

"So what are you here for, then? Can't be to come check on my mental status after everything that's happened; Scott already does that on a regular basis," the sarcasm of Stiles' words hit Derek like a ton of bricks, and he had to reign in the urge to growl. Not because of Stiles himself, but because of the truth in Stiles' words.

Scott hadn't once asked Stiles if he was okay after the whole shenanigan with Kate Argent went down, and Derek knew that for a damn fact. He could smell Stiles' hurt from a mile away, and it infuriated both the human and his wolf.

It seemed that Derek would be paying McCall a visit, and very soon. The second Beta needed to get his fucking priorities straight; Allison may be his mate, but that didn't mean forgetting everyone else who needed him too. "Boredom," he replied casually, taking a seat on Stiles' computer chair and staring at him from there. He watched how the boy shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, and a few seconds later Derek was slapped rather rudely in the face with the scent of Stiles' arousal. It smelled amazing; like chocolate, marshmallows and overall in general just sweet, but not overly so. Just enough to tinge Derek's curiosity, and his own arousal.

Stiles made a noise of exasperation, and Derek's eyes were immediately drawn to his throat. That pale, perfectly bitable neck that made his inner wolf drool with the want to bite. He couldn't though, not yet, not until Stiles knew... well, everything.

"We need to talk."