"Excuse me?" Derek raised a brow. Ignoring Derek, Stiles looked at everyone else. He didn't have time for such petulance.
"We're going to help her because it's our only chance and it's the right thing to do." Despite having said it so forcefully and with confidence, Stiles braced himself for arguments, but none came.
"Don't have to convince me. I'm game." Scott stood up, and the whole pack watched in careful scrutiny as he walked over to Missy. She looked pained, but she didn't run, though Stiles half expected it when she twitched. "I'm Scott, the Alpha, and you're safe with us."
"Alpha." Missy looked relaxed and shook Scott's outstretched hand. THe rest of the pack calmed down and the tenseness in the air seeped out under the under. Stiles still felt Derek's eyes on him and he willed himself not to look back.
"And while I'm sure," Lydia's voice suddenly rang out, "staying with Stiles might be fun, food and all. Why don't you come and stay at my house? It'll be a girl's night." She smiled and it was so genuine, it threw Stiles off for a second. Usually it was Lydia that was the last person to earn trust from within the pack. "Besides," Lydia turned back to Stiles, "I think Stiles needs to stay here a little longer and work some things out. Come on." Lydia motioned for Missy to follow her, grabbed her satchel off the ground, and the two left. Before Missy got all the way out the door, she turned and waved at Stiles. He relaxed, not realising he was so hesitant to let her out of his sight.
"Yeah." Scott rubbed the back of his neck. "Kira, Isaac, I can give you guys rides."
"On your motorcycle?" Stiles raised one of his eyebrows in a questioning manner. Something fishy was going on and the pack was all in on it. It displeased him.
"Actually," Kira spoke up, looking at Scott before addressing Stiles, "I brought my dad's Honda with so we're using that." Then all three of them left before another word could get out, and Stiles just stood there gaping. Scott had shot him a look just as he closed the loft's hefty door, but Stiles couldn't decipher what it meant. Turning around, he gestured helplessly at Jackson and Malia, who both shrugged in return and picked up their bags.
"I'll drive, Malia." Jackson pulled out his car keys. "I know you're still having flashbacks." Then Jackson winked at Stiles, and walked out of the loft with Malia following him closely. If he wasn't so shocked at how quickly it went from the entire pack down to just him and Derek, Stiles would be curious as to if something was happening between Jackson and Malia, or the trio, Scott, Kira, and Isaac. Opening and closing his mouth a few times, the loft was uncharacteristically silent. Slowly, as if any noise was forbidden, Stiles stood up, snapping out of his trance.
"Well," he began, ready to say goodbye.
"Why do you trust him?" Derek spat out in anger.
"Because he's Danny's older brother? He went to school for the supernatural? He knows more about this crap than anyone else we know, excluding Deaton and his sister." Stiles willed himself not to get riled up at Derek's immaturity of continuing the argument.
"So?"
"So what?" Stiles threw his hands up in the air and stepped closer to Derek. "Why does he bother you so much?"
"Because." Derek growled out the answer.
"Yeah, because that's such a great answer. Explains everything." Stiles sarcastically bit out.
"Because," Derek's voice raised in volume, "every damn time a new person comes to this fucking town, someone gets hurt. Or multiple people. Look at Jennifer! Look at Mrs. Yukimura! Look at Kate! Look at that weird creature we had to deal with two weeks ago, the kiyohist or whatnot."
"Kiyohime." Stiles blurted out.
"Fine, kiyohime. The point is, why should Matt be any different? And with our luck, should we even be surprised?" Derek's shoulders relaxed and the fight disappeared for a second. "Someone always gets hurt."
"Because I know he's not." Stiles knew it was a lame argument.
"How? How could you possibly know?" The fight was back, and Derek stepped closer. "What if you get hurt?"
"So what?" Stiles stepped closer as well, poking Derek in the chest hard. "So what if I get hurt? Why do you care? I heard nothing from you all summer, and now you're acting all worried. Why? And don't give me that bullshit answer of 'you're pack'."
"I was giving you some distance."
"What if I didn't want that?" Stiles retorted back in a yell, before lowering his voice again. "What if I didn't want you to leave me alone? What if I wanted you to come to Hawaii and talk some sense into me?"
"What?" He looked taken aback and Stiles paused for a second to rewind the conversation in his head. Shaking his head at his lack of a filter, Stiles just shook his head and stepped back.
"It doesn't matter." Stiles said. "It's in the past, and it can't be changed." He turned on his heel and grabbed his backpack off the floor. Refusing to look at Derek, Stiles started walking out of the loft. As he reached for the door handle, Derek spun him around, his back held against the wall by Derek's arms.
"Dammit Stiles!" Derek yelled out, his voice echoing in the loft. "
"No." Stiles twisted his face up in anger. "You know nothing about him, because you won't give him a fucking chance!"
"That's not what I'm talking about."
"Then what are you talking about?" Stiles dropped his backpack to cross his arms. For a second, it was quiet and Stiles thought that he had stunned Derek, though he couldn't figure out how.
But suddenly, Derek pushed Stiles up against the wall. It got warm, very, very warm. Stiles wiggled but when Derek's grip on his arms tightened, stilled. "Why do you have to push everything?" Derek growled out. "You're insufferable." Before Stiles could say another word, Derek leaned forward and took Stiles in for a deep kiss. Stiles immediately brought his hands up to Derek's neck and pulled him closer, as Derek started nipping at Stiles's lower lip.
Stiles pulled away, and Derek chased after him but stopped an inch away from his face. Breathing hard, Stiles looked into Derek's eyes and tightened his grip on Derek's hair.
"Fuck you." He murmured before flipping the two around and pushing Derek against the wall in a rough kiss. It continued on for what seemed like hours in Stiles's mind, and then Derek's hands went under his shirt and gripped onto his hips. He let out an audible gasp, it slipping between his lips before he could stop it. In the kiss, he could feel Derek grin in amusement.
"Take your shirt off." Derek instructed, pulling away just enough to look Stiles in the eye.
''Why would I do that?" Stiles tried to make himself appear innocent, but the smile growing on his face gave away his teasing. Growling, Derek pulled the shirt over Stiles's head before taking his own off. "Ugh, that's so not fair. It's like you're photoshopped." Stiles whined out, blatantly looking Derek's chest and abs up and down. Derek raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"This." Stiles gestured towards Derek.
"You just gestured to all of me."
"Shut up and fu—" The sentence never got fully out before Derek attacked his mouth again It was less rough as the first time, but it still had the energy and passion behind it. "Bedroom." Stiles gasped. In a manner of seconds, or minutes as Stiles kept stumbling, they were in Derek's room. Derek flicked the door closed with his foot before pressing Stiles up against it, avoiding the door handle.
"You're so fucking ridiculous, you know?" Derek bit at Stiles's lower lip, causing Stiles to let out a sharp gasp and arch his back. "God I missed that face…" Derek murmured out, leaning into Stiles's neck and biting at Stiles's sweet spot.
"What face?" Stiles asked, but he knew.
"This one." Derek bit down hard on Stiles's shoulder. A soft mew sound was let out of by Stiles as he closed his eyes, relishing the sensation. It was a perfect mix between pain and pleasure. "The way your eyes close and you're mouth falls open just slightly…" Derek and him started kissing again. Smirking to himself, Stiles raked his nails down Derek's back, surprising Derek. "Fuck." Stiles whispered into Derek's ear as his fingers trailed along the marks he just made and then along the outline of Derek's underwear, causing Derek's breath to hitch.
Groaning, Derek turned the two around and pushed Stiles onto the bed, with a small oomph noise. Not hesitating, Derek climbed on over him and kissed him roughly while attempting to unbutton his jeans.
"Here, wait a moment." Stiles sat up, and took off his own pants, whilst Derek finished taking off his. "There, much easier." Stiles grinned. "Now," Stiles motioned for Derek to sit, and when Derek did so, straddled Derek's waist. "I think we said something about fucking?" He held an innocent look on his face.
"Did we? I don't remember."
"You don't?" Stiles rolled his hips. "That's such a shame." He moved to get off and suddenly Derek was on top of him again in one swift movement.
"Are you sure?" There was a fierceness in Derek's eyes.
"Yes," Stiles nodded, "without a doubt."
"Good." Surging forward, Derek grinded down on Stiles, getting a moan of response. "Let me grab the lube quick." Pushing off of the bed, Derek walked over to his dresser and took out a bottle of lube from the top drawer. He hesitate. "Condom?" Stiles flustered at the question for no other reason than he wasn't used to it.
"I'm clean."
"I am too." They looked at each other for a second.
"No, just the lube." Stiles managed to find his voice. Crossing back over to the bed, Derek looked at Stiles with a reborn passion.
"Lay down." He instructed and Stiles complied, adjusting himself on the bed next to the pillows. When he went to cover his chest with his hands, feeling uncomfortable with Derek's stare, Derek grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.
"You're amazing." Derek breathed out.
"No, I'm not…" Stiles protested, but Derek stopped him.
"Shut up."
"Make me." Stiles bit out. Then they were kissing again, and Derek's hands lowered. He began fingering Stiles, starting with one finger and moving it up to two, then three. All the while, Stiles had closed his eyes and was letting out little mewls of pleasure all the while dragging his nails against Derek's back.
"I think getting you to shut up is working." Derek mused out before removing his fingers completely and quickly kissing Stiles. "Ready?" Stiles nodded and opened his legs a little wider, putting them on either side of Derek. The squelch of lube came and Derek lined up.
"Come on…" Stiles frustratedly said when Derek didn't do anything right away. A huge grin appeared on Derek's face.
"Well…" He hummed.
"Ugh." Stils made another noise of frustration. "Fuck you." He murmured out.
"I thought that was what you wanted." Derek smirked.
"You're purposely avoiding." Stiles accused.
"Am I?" Derek quipped, leaning forward over Stiles and placing his forearms next to Stiles's head. He nipped at Stiles's ear, and Stiles stretched his neck out in response. "Fuck…" Derek moaned, "you know what that does to me."
"Do I?" Stiles moved his head to stare back at Derek's lust filled expression. "Why don't you show me?" Carefully, and without dropping his gaze, Derek pushed forward. At some point, Stiles let out a noise of discomfort, but when Derek hesitated, Stiles placed his hands on Derek's biceps. "It's okay." He said breathlessly, "keep going." Derek complied until he bottomed out completely, not being able prevent the guttural sound of pleasure from escaping his mouth.
"Is it okay if I—"
"Move? Yes, please." Stiles moved his hips down, rolling them as he did so. "Please." He repeated, nearly whimpering out the word. Without hesitation, Derek started moving in a slow pace back and forth, snapping forward at the last second. After a minute or so, he increased the speed, rolling his hips and getting Stiles to let out something was was close to a yell. A part of Derek was glad he didn't have neighbors because the police would be getting called on them for domestic disturbance with his plan on getting Stiles to scream.
Despite it being warm and a little sweaty, Stiles was all to into what was happening to notice, as was Derek.
"Fuck." Derek said, leaning his forehead against Stiles's. Stiles's suddenly made a high pitch noise and Derek grinned, continuing to aim for that same spot. As he kept hitting it, Stiles began shaking from the blissful sensation. "You gonna come for me?" Derek lowly whispered next to Stiles's ear. "Huh?"
"Yes." Stiles rolled the word off his tongue. "Yes, please."
"Come for me, Stiles. I wanna hear you yell." Derek nipped at Stiles's ear for the second time that night before beginning to form hickies along Stiles's collarbone. He could feel the pressure building in Stiles for release, because he felt the same way. The urgency and the need to let go. His hips began moving faster and every other time he his Stiles's prostate, he'd roll his hips, leading an intense pleasure to occur. "Stiles…"
"Hmmm…" Stiles made a noise at the back of his throat, his breathy moans getting louder. "Derek?"
"I want you to come for me." Derek ordered, and after a few seconds, Stiles arched off the bed, and let out a husky scream as he came between the two. Derek wasn't far behind as his legs started quivering and his hips started stuttering in their movements. Stiles again, dragged his nails against Derek's skin before pulling him into a satisfying kiss. "I'm coming…" Derek groaned out, snapping his hips forward a few more times.
It was quiet for a few moments after, both of them catching their breath. Derek had since then rolled over onto his back, to the right of Stiles, and just laid there, his eyes drooping close every so often. Stiles, on the other hand, kept fidgeting with his fingers, moving them in a tapping motion against his leg. A painful feeling erupted in his chest, but it was more of an emotional ache than a physical one.
Not being able to take it any more, he sat up and started searching for his clothes on the ground. He could feel Derek's eyes boring a hole in his back, which just caused him to hurry faster, knowing the question that was coming. His heart was racing and his eyes glanced around for his shirt before recalling they took it off in the other room.
"What are you doing?" The question rang out, and Stiles froze in his position. Grabbing his belt and straightening up, he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.
"Going home." It felt as if he had just swallowed peanut butter.
"Why?" Derek asked, and Stiles blinked away the tears before turning around
"This was a mistake, I'm sorry." At those words, Derek's relaxed expression turned into a stormy one.
"No, you don't get to do that." Derek bit out angrily, sitting upright from the bed, letting the sheet fall off his perfectly toned chest into his lap, his hands gripping the blankets next to him tightly. He could hear Stiles's heartbeat racing.
"I'm sorry…" Stiles whispered the words out and ducked his head, ignoring the way his chest hurt with an unimaginable amount of pain. He rubbed at his chest before grabbing his shoes off the floor and fleeing the loft.