Bucktooth22: Ahhh the plans I have for this story...
Styles: hiii!
Bucktooth22: haiii guyssss
Derek: ...
Bucktooth22: say hi Derek!
Derek: no.
Styles: say hi Derek.
Derek: *sigh* hi.
Bucktooth22 and Styles: *squee*
Derek: just do the disclaimer so we can get to the story.
Bucktooth22: alas, I own nothing because I live a poor, sad life.
Styles: *pats arm awkwardly*
Bucktooth22: thanks Stiles *sniffle sniffle*
Derek: didn't we have something to say to khaji-da lover?
Styles: Friend! Join us!
Derek: *face-palm*
Styles: wait...she's dead...
Bucktooth22: nooo! We must revive her!
Derek: you do it!
Styles: what do we do?!
Bucktooth22: poke her with a stick.
Derek: naturally *rolls eyes*
Styles: Derek! Kiss her! Maybe the shock will revive her!
Derek: *face-palm*
Styles: what?
Bucktooth22: I think we should just do the story...
Derek: good idea.
Bucktooth22: be sure to favorite follow and review with any comments questions or ideas dearies!
Styles went to the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was flushed, his hair messed, his eyes swollen, his lips bruised, and his shirt wrinkled. He would definitely get some questioning glances but it was totally worth it. He splashed some water on his face and fixed his hair some. His complexion was back to normal, his eyes still had a bit of puffy redness but they looked better, and his hair was amazing as always. He smiled at himself in the mirror as he smoothed down his shirt. He had the "just kissed glow" about him as he exited the bathroom. Nothing could bring his spirits down except maybe Jackson... He rounded the corner and ran right into the jock himself. Sighing he skirted around the boy and kept walking. He had to get to class.
"Styles." Purred Jackson. "Don't run away."
"Who's running?" Styles asked calmly.
"You look like you've been kissed." Jackson said with a manic laugh.
"Oh darn, looks like this is my stop." Styles said slipping into a classroom. Chemistry. Damn. Not right. Laughing calmly Styles looked through the window and saw Jackson's retreating form. He thought he was so cool with his black backpack slung over one shoulder. Style waited a while until he was sure the jock was gone before slipping out of Chemistry and making his way to his real class. He managed to get through the rest of his classes without incident. When he was walking out of his last class he saw something that ruined his day. There was a boot on his car. That's what happens when you leave your car at school overnight unfortunately. Styles sighed, he began walking back inside. He sat in the abandoned cafeteria and worked on his homework. After about four hours he felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. The cafeteria was dark so he didn't see the person enter. He was sure it was nothing so he went back to his homework. He didn't see the man dressed in all black stalk up to him and stand behind him.
"Aren't you supposed to do homework at home?" Derek asked. Styles, being unaware of the other's presence, screamed and jumped on top of the table. Derek couldn't help but smile.
"Why...do...you...do things like that to me?!" Styles yelled as he got down off the table. He gathered up his papers and stuffed them into his bag aimlessly. Derek looked at the wad of papers sticking out of the other boy's bag as if it may bite him.
"I saw the boot on your car. Thought you could use a lift." Derek said slowly.
"That would be amazing thanks." Styles said smiling. More time with Derek=good time with Derek.
"You need help with homework." Derek said as he began walking out.
"What? No I don't." Styles said curelessly. Derek glared at him.
"Shut up. You need help." Derek said as the two made their way out to the parking lot.
"But I don't need help." Styles persisted. Derek gave him a death glare which annoyingly didn't seem to deter Styles.
"If you want to stay over at my house, shut your mouth. You need help with homework." Derek said slowly as if her were talking to an exceptionally dull child. He saw understanding dawn on Styles's face along with a massive grin.
"Ahhhhhhh I see." Styles said grinning. Derek rolled his eyes; he just had to fall in love with an idiot. They got in Derek's car and he began the drive to his house as Styles called his dad.
"Hey dad." He said into the phone
"Is there a problem?" Instantly asked the sheriff.
"No I just wanted to tell you I'm staying over at Derek's tonight. You can heat up some soup or something for dinner." He said.
"Or I could just pick something up on the way home." Said Mr. Stilinski.
"No dad." Responded an impatient Styles. "Soup or you're getting rations for a week." He threatened. There was an audible sigh from the other end of the line before they said their goodbyes and hung up.
"What do you want for dinner?" Derek asked quietly as he pulled up to his house.
"Oh anything's fine. I like to make food usually so if you want me to make you dinner or help with anything I can. I like just about anything." Styles said as Derek got out and then came over to the other side of the car just as Styles got out.
"Styles." Derek said as he leaned his face in close to him.
"Yeah?" Styles asked blinking at the close proximity.
"Shut up." Derek said as he took Styles's hand and dragged him inside. They got to the kitchen and managed to work together long enough to make dinner. The kitchen was a mess but they had food so it was ok. As they sat down at the table Derek had to muffle a laugh. He usually didn't have this much food. He also usually didn't have company over for dinner. Styles was a bit worse for wear, he had bits of lettuce sticking up from his hair, and he had a smear of flour across his cheek. They ate in silence except for the constant sounds of munching. Styles insisted on doing the dishes which gave Derek a chance to get his thoughts together. He was planning the night that lay before him and Styles to every last detail.
"I have homework." Styles said walking into the room. Derek emit a low growl, school work was not something in his plan. He put his hands on either side of Styles's head and pushed him against the wall. "Shittttt." Styles mumbled as Derek pressed their bodies together.
"What?" Derek asked a note of worry in his usually steely voice.
"Oh nothing just this suuuper creepy house with a drug dealer. No reason to fear for my life." Styles said. Derek's eyebrows rose in surprise at the smaller man.
"Have I-" Derek asked as he lowered his head. He left a sloppy kiss on Styles's jaw. "-Ever-" he continued as he placed another sloppy kiss on Styles's neck. Styles began groaning and writhing but Derek now had his hands everywhere. He was pulling up his tee and running his hands along his stomach as Styles tried to move Derek kept him pinned. "-given you the idea-" he said as he managed to pull Styles's shirt off completely. His hands began working the waist line of Styles's jeans. "-that I would hurt you?" Derek asked leaning back to look Styles in the eyes. "Or that I would let any harm come to you?" Styles just stared at him.
"Dude you're pretty intimidating." Styles mumbled.
"Shut up Styles. Before I regret inviting you over." Derek said as he lifted Styles's legs and wrapped them around his own waist. He started kissing Styles, devouring his mouth as he began pulling his jacket off. It landed on the floor with Styles's shirt and was soon joined by Derek's shirt. Derek liked the feeling of Styles's chest heaving against his own. He liked the rhythm of rise and fall and he liked the moans Styles was emitting. He put his hands under Styles's butt to hold him up and to grind him against himself. Pants. They needed to get rid of the pants. He lifted Styles off the wall and carried the teen to his bed. He threw him down, disentangling themselves in the process. Styles, naturally upset at the sudden loss of contact, whimpered but then Derek was back. He was running his hands up Styles's sides, down his stomach, and working the button on his pants all at the same time. Derek was kneeling above him working his own pants as Styles fumbled with his. As he managed to get his off Derek noticed Styles's shaking hands having trouble. Seeing a way to make Styles even more hard than he already was, Derek pushed Styles's hands out of the way. He put his mouth down by Styles's zipper. Styles craned his neck to see what Derek was doing and was glad he did, Derek smirked up at him as he undid his pants with his mouth. Once the zipper and button were undone it was short work to lose them and now only boxers were in the way. Layers, ahh how Derek hated layers. He began palming Styles through his blue boxers causing the teen to write and scream. He was so close and they both knew it. His hands grabbed for anything, sheets, Derek's arm or his hair. He felt himself fall into blissful darkness as Derek palmed him. Derek watched as Styles's eyes shut and he screamed profanity. He watched as Styles's body spasmed and his boxers grew wet. He watched as the spasms calmed and yet Styles didn't open his eyes. His breathing came out in harsh gasps and his grip loosened where he was clutching to Derek.
"Styles?" Derek asked as he tried to wake the teen. He put a hand on each of the boy's shoulders and shook him roughly.
"Gentle." Styles rasped. "Be gentle with me baby." Derek sighed in relief; he was worried he had done something to hurt his little mate. Styles slipped his hand into Derek's.
"Styles?" Derek whispered as he lay down next to the boy slowly.
"Hmm?" Styles hummed as he curled up next to Derek. Damn that boy was cold Derek thought. He put his arms around Styles and held him close.
"Are you okay?" He asked as he sniffed the boy's neck. He felt his wolf clawing at his insides. The wolf within him wanted to make the boy his mate. The wolf wanted to claim him, to make him his. Derek had to concentrate on not giving in to his wolf instincts. Maybe just a hickey? Derek wasn't sure if Styles could handle any more stimulation right now. Maybe later.
"Were you worried about me?" Styles cooed as he grinned into Derek's face. Derek snorted and nuzzled his face into the teen's. He felt Styles's body tense slightly. "Did you hear that?" He whispered. Derek knew his house was scary, that meant teens liked to sneak in on dares, that didn't mean the hunters couldn't have found him. He sighed and got up feeling the cool air nip his skin.
"Stay." Derek commanded as he made his way to the door.
"Oh hell no. You're not leaving me behind." Styles said as he clambered after Derek. Derek repressed a snarl as he pushed Styles against the wall.
"No." He growled. "It could be dangerous."
"I'm a survivor." Styles said proudly as he puffed up his chest with a grin and a wink.
"No." Derek repeated. He searched Styles's eyes for a moment before leaning in and kissing him lovingly. It was an unusually gentle kiss compared to the others. "I'm not going to let you get hurt. I'm not going to watch you get killed." Derek said in a quiet voice. Styles looked at him incredulously.
"What?" He asked.
"I said-" Derek growled as he put a hand on Styles's chest pinning him to the wall. "-stay." He growled as he turned and ran down the stairs towards the source of the noise. He someone he didn't recognize. It was a teenage boy with a flashlight. Derek felt a low growl form in his throat.
"Who's that?" Styles asked from behind him. Turning around slowly with a glare shot at Styles.
"I told you to stay put. Don't try to be a hero." He snarled.
"Hello?" Called the boy timidly.
"Hi!" Styles chirped before Derek covered his mouth. Styles automatically stuck his tongue out, licking Derek's hand.
"The only thing that's doing is turning me on." Derek whispered. "Styles, I love you, but I'm really going to need you to go back to bed. I'll make this punk go away and meet you there." Derek said looking deeply into Styles's eyes. He uncovered Styles's mouth and watched the surprise spread across his face. He stood there for a moment, letting the shock fill him before he turned and started walking back to bed.
"I'll be waiting." Styles whispered over his shoulder. Derek sighed, he knew saying I love you was not usually done this early in a relationship but he wanted his mate to know. He felt his wolf get territorial; there was someone in his home, someone who needed to leave. He walked down to the boy, knowing full well that he was in his boxers and morphed himself on the way. He was a black wolf, with sharp blue eyes and was about the size of Jackson's Porsche. He stalked up behind the boy, padding along silently, and then emit a low snarl. The boy spun around with a jump and shone his flashlight right into Derek's furry face. Snarling, Derek snapped at the flashlight, breaking it in two easily. The boy screamed, the noise was grating on wolf ears, and bolted from the room. Derek turned himself back to his human form and went to the stairs. He had destroyed his boxers but he hoped Styles wouldn't mind. He let his mind travel to naughty places but when he got to the stairs everything went blank. Styles was standing there staring at him. Derek had changed in front of people before and he knew what to expect. There was denial, horror, or an overabundance of curiosity. He really hoped it wasn't horror.
"Styles-" he began but Styles just turned around and went back to the bedroom. Derek ran after him and saw the boy gathering his clothes. "Styles please give me a second to explain." Derek said. He felt a whimper rise in his throat but repressed it.
"What's there to explain?" Styles bit back angrily. What was this reaction? Derek didn't understand.
"I can't let you leave like this." Derek said. "Where would you go? How would you get there? Just sit down and we can talk."
"No Derek." Styles said sharply. He had begun putting his clothes back on but stopped to look at Derek. He saw hurt in the teen's eyes. Derek didn't understand. "I can't believe this." Styles said bitterly as he resumed dressing.
"Don't you have any questions?" Derek asked.
"Nope." Styles answered quickly. Derek heard the telltale change in heartbeat that signaled a lie but he said nothing to it.
"Then give me a second to ask mine." Derek implored.
"No Derek." Styles said tiredly. He got up and began moving to the door.
"Why are you mad?" Derek asked as he blocked the doorway, deterring Styles from leaving.
"Because you lied to me Derek." Styles said angrily, his voice was rising, soon to be a shout. "You didn't tell me. That's a lie of omission." Styles said recalling to memory something his dad had taught him. "You hid it from me and I feel so stupid for not realizing it!" Styles was shouting now.
"Do you understand why?" Derek asked looking into Styles's eyes. "People always react badly. I'm the freak, the monster, so what reason would I have to be forthcoming with something like that? I'm the monster parents tell their kids about. I'm a monster Styles." Derek said looking at the floor angrily.
"Look at me." Styles demanded. Derek looked up slowly. "Am I looking at you like you're a monster?" He asked. Derek searched for any hint of fear or anything that would make it seem that the teen was looking into the face of a monster. He shook his head. "Did I ever make you feel like a monster?" Styles asked. Again Derek shook his head in the negative. "And did I ever make you feel like a freak?" Styles asked. A third no. Styles nodded, his point had been made, he had proved himself better than anyone Derek had ever known and now Derek had fucked it up. Styles looked both victorious and pained as he shoved past Derek and left the creepy house. Derek felt like he couldn't breathe. He felt more like a monster now than he ever had. He went to the window and watched as Styles began the long walk through the woods to the road. He felt a pained howl rip its way from his throat as tears began streaming down his face. He saw Styles turn around at the noise and saw tears covering his face too. He morphed, allowing his wolf to take over, not wanting to be human. He didn't care anymore. The wolf ran to Styles, needing to have him near, and tackled him. He snarled into Styles's tear stained face.
Styles tried to shove him away but he was no match for the wolf. "Get off me Derek." Styles said as he tried to claw or shove his way free. Another snarl. Derek had to get his wolf under control; he couldn't let himself hurt Styles. He turned back and lay there naked next to Styles who was looking at him with wide teary eyes.
"I'm sorry. I can't control him." Derek said. He knew full well the way to control his wolf but that was not something he could tell Styles. Styles just cried and curled up next to Derek as she sobs shook his body. Derek put his arms around Styles and held him. After a while the sobs subsided and when Derek looked down at the boy in his arms he was pleasantly surprised to see him asleep. He scooped him up and carried Styles back to the house where he lay him gently down on the bed. He smiled down at the boy before putting on clothes. He went down and began cleaning the kitchen and when he was done it was about 2:12 am. He sighed and went up to where Styles was sleeping. He lay down next to him, careful not to disturb the sleeping boy. Styles instantly curled up with Derek and he was soon asleep. Thank god it was Friday.