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Khaji-da lover: hahaha my mind's dirty too ^.^
Teen-Wolf22: any questions you have I'd be happy to answer to clear up confusion. You can ask questions in the reviews and wait for the next chapter to be posted for the answers or you can send me a private message. And to the spelling of his name, I just recently learned the correct way to spell it but it wasn't my fault I swear. Auto correct would change it so I'll have to fix that, sorry.
Derek sat on the bed as Stiles packed a bag. He tossed in clothes, phone charger, toothbrush and toothpaste. He had a separate bag for his laptop and then he turned to his printer. He shot a sad look at Derek before embracing his printer. He loved it. He heard Derek mutter something about being in love with a lunatic but he was too busy stroking his printer to care.
"I'm gunna miss you." He said as he placed a kiss on the printer affectionately before running down the stairs to the living room. He sat down on the carpeted floor and pulled out his controller. Derek came down the stairs carrying the two bags. He put them in the trunk of his black camaro before coming back inside. He sat behind Stiles, with his chin resting on his shoulder. His legs were stretched out on either side of the smaller boy and his chest was against Stiles' back. His arms dangled down next to Stiles' sides.
"I'm playing Fable the lost chapters." He said as he mashed the buttons on his controller. "I just bought it the other day. I'm in the training grounds and-Shit!" He said as a black girl began hitting him. "That's Whisper; she's totally hot for me. I like the sword the best, nothing beats brute strength. That's right bitch." He said as he began hitting her back. "I also have magic and a crossbow but I think I'm going to sell the bow to buy a better sword. I like this game, the cheat codes are pretty easy to find. His family was killed by bandits so he's alone." Stiles said as he mashed the keys franticly.
"Sounds familiar." Derek mumbled. He hadn't meant for it to be out loud. He got up and went to his car before Stiles had a chance to say anything. He popped a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He sighed a puff of smoke as he heard the crunching of shoes walk up behind him. Stiles said nothing as he walked around so that he was face to face with Derek. He slowly took the cigarette from the other's lips and took a long drag from it before breathing out through his nose, eyes locked onto Derek's icy blue ones.
"I paused my game." He said as he stuck the cigarette back between Derek's lips. "I had questions. Questions like, don't wolves travel in packs? Where's your pack? And now, what happened to your family? But I figure you'll tell me when you want to. I guess I'll just stick to, why the hell do you think you're alone? What does that make me?" Stiles said eyes boring into Derek's. Derek inhaled deeply from his cigarette before taking out from between his lips. He exhaled in a low sigh. He flicked the cigarette and watched the embers fall for a moment.
"My family was killed. They were all burned alive in the house I live in. About half of them were werewolves, and they made up our pack. My uncle Peter was the alpha. When my pack died I became an omega, a wolf without a pack. I'm not as strong or fast as wolves in packs. Werewolves mate for life. I was going to tell you before we went all the way. I didn't want you to do something when you didn't understand what it meant. Having sex with a werewolf means more than marriage. I can't have sex with anyone else. Once we go there we can't go back." Derek said as he watched the embers fall from his cigarette.
"And you'd do that with me?" Stiles asked incredulously.
"Then you'd be my mate, it's the wolf equivalent of a soul mate. Werewolves, because of our heightened senses, can identify our mates. Your scent is intoxicating, just looking at you; I can tell I'm in love. Your touch leaves trails of ice on my skin and your voice is my choice of music even if you can get annoying." Derek said with a scowl that seemed just a little worried.
"What caused the fire?" Stiles asked carefully.
"Hunters. People who hunt people like me." Derek said bitterly.
"But you said not all of them were..." Stiles gaped.
"Men women and children, only half of them were werewolves." Derek said as his face flushed in anger.
"That's horrible!" Stiles said frowning deeply as he put his arms around Derek's waist and hugged him.
"Hunters tend to be ruthless." Derek remarked.
"Are they after you?" Stiles asked in all seriousness.
"Yes. And they're going to catch me eventually." Derek said in a small voice.
"Is there anything I can do?" Stiles asked as he looked Derek directly in the eyes.
"Just don't leave me until they find me." Derek said.
"And when they find you?" Stiles pressed.
"Then you have to get as far away as you can." Derek responded. Stiles frowned but said nothing. He took a drag from the cigarette before shivering and exhaling. He pulled Derek's leather coat around him so that they could share the warmth. Derek looked down at him with his eyebrows raised in a small show of humor. Stiles smirked up at him.
"I'm cold." He mumbled as he burrowed deeper into Derek's chest.
"We can go back inside." Derek mumbled, not really wanting to move.
"Okay sour wolf." Stiles mumbled, his breath, soft against Derek's chest. Derek put an arm around Stiles to encourage movement. Stiles sighed and let go of Derek but, still craving contact, slipped a hand into Derek's. "I have homework." Stiles said thoughtfully. "If I had known we were staying here for the night I would have brought my homework."
"We're not staying the night; we're just staying for a while." Derek said.
"Well luckily I forgot my book in my desk." Stiles said as he raced up the stairs to his room. Derek decided that if Stiles was going to read he could take a nap so he flopped down on the couch. Stiles came back down the stairs and smiled at Derek as the wolf in question looked up at him. Stiles grinned as he lay down next to his boyfriend and cracked open his book. Derek curled up around Stiles' waist and fell asleep with his head on his stomach. "Sleep well sourwolf." Stiles whispered before he began reading.
When Derek woke up Stiles was back to playing video games. He wasn't moving though, not wanting to disturb the man using him as a pillow. Derek sat up and rubbed his tired eyes before looking at the time.
"We should get going." Derek mumbled.
"Ok. Lemme just save my game." Stiles said with a grin as he glanced over at the man. "You look so... Sleepy." Stiles said grinning. Derek's hair was messed up and his face had a mark from where Stiles shirt had been. His eyes looked tired and his actions were a bit slow.
"Well I did just wake up." Derek muttered as he went out and started his car. They drove to Derek's house in quiet until Stiles had another question.
"So are we like...boyfriends?" He asked tentatively. He liked the feeling. He liked the way the word rolled off his tongue. He liked the idea of being boyfriends with Derek.
"That does sound better than mates I guess." Derek said dryly.
"Are you going to turn me?" Stiles asked carefully.
"Do you want me to?" Derek asked not looking at him.
"I don't know." Stiles responded with a smile. The rest of the ride was silent except for the purr of the engine. They pulled up to the house and Derek stopped the car. He turned to Stiles who was drumming his fingers on the door. Derek just had to fall in love with the adhd, add, idiot. He grabbed Stiles by the front of his tee shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. When he was satisfied he let go and let Stiles fall back into his seat.
"C'mon wolf boy." Derek said as he got out and went to the trunk. He got Stiles' bag out of the trunk and went to open the door to the house. Stiles trailed after him slowly. They got inside and Stiles began working on his homework. Derek watched him from where he was perched in the kitchen.
"You just gunna sit there and watch me?" Stiles asked turning around after a while.
"Yes." Derek said with one of his creepy toothy serial killer smiles.
"Why don't you..." Stiles began as he got up and sauntered over to where the wolf was perched, leaning precariously on the counter. "Distract me." Stiles said as he leaned into the wolf. He nipped his nose gently and then smiled. Derek let out a low growl.
"Do your homework Stiles." Derek growled as he arms began to envelop the boy.
"Make me." Stiles whispered. Derek let out another low growl as he flipped them around so that he could push Stiles against the counter. He picked up the kid as if he were nothing and put him on the counter top. He leaned back for a second to scold Stiles for being distracted from his homework when Stiles pulled off his shirt and began fumbling with his paints. Derek followed suit and pulled off his own shirt.
"Stiles." Derek mumbled as their pants hit the floor.
"Yeah?" Stiles asked as he began running his fingers up and down Derek's tight sculpted stomach.
"You really need to get your homework done." Derek said as he leaned in and began licking and nipping at Stiles' neck.
"Well I would be working on it if you hadn't been staring at me." Stiles whined as he tried to get off the counter. He ended up just grinding down on Derek's stomach. He wrapped his legs around Derek's waist and the wolf growled as he grabbed Stiles wrists and pulled them behind him. He wrapped Stiles' hands around his neck and grabbed his butt. He picked him up off the counter and led him to the kitchen table. With only one hand on Stiles to hold him up, Derek managed to push all the paper and other school related things off the table. He put Stiles down gently and resumed his licking and nipping.
"What do you want?" Derek asked huskily as he leaned back. Stiles had his head thrown back and was panting. "Tell me." He growled.
"Oh god Derek." Stiles gasped as he began grinding into Derek's abdomen again. "Just shut up and fuck me already!" He yelled. Derek let a toothy grin curl his lips.
"As you wish." Derek said. He crouched down on his powerful legs in front of Stiles. He waited until Stiles looked down at him in question before he stuck two fingers in his mouth. Stiles groaned and threw his head back again. Derek slowly pushed the two fingers into Stiles then paused. Derek looked up at Stiles with wide eyes. "Are you a virgin Stiles?" He asked. Stiles moaned in frustration.
"Yes." Stiles said after an awkward pause.
"And you didn't tell me why?" Derek asked angrily.
"It just thought it wasn't important." Stiles said. Derek growled. He began pushing his fingers in further. Stiles moaned. Derek pulled his fingers out and then shoved them back in. He added another finger to make three. He saw the blood running down his fingers but his senses were being over ridden by the sound of Stiles groaning.
"Say my name." Derek growled as he pulled his fingers out.
"Derek." Stiles chocked out with a moan.
"Do you still want it?" Derek asked as the smell of blood filled his flaring nostrils. He felt a howl rise in his throat.
"Yes." Stiles murmured. Derek let out a low howl as he flipped Stiles over. With his stomach on the table and Derek lining himself up, Stiles suddenly felt vulnerable and scared.
"I can smell your fear." Derek snarled into his ear. Stiles shut his eyes as he felt Derek's breath slowly cool and warm his ear. He felt hands on his hips, holding tightly. "You never have to be afraid as long as I am with you." He said. And with that he shoved in. Stiles went limp on the table under Derek. Derek couldn't stop, he was pounding in. His wolfish desires demanding he finish the deed, demanding he mark his territory. When he came his legs nearly gave under him. He remained standing by pure will. He pulled out and flipped Stiles over. The boy had passed out.