A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT! I'd wanted to post at least once every couple of days but I couldn't do that this time! It'll probably happen again so I won't grovel too much. I'll do that at the end.

WARNINGS: Triggering descriptions of cutting and depression as well as some sexual interactions between male characters. DEAL WIT' IT! But if you're still here I'm sure you know all this by now!

If there's any mistakes I'm sorry! Those are all my fault. I'm tired. Boohoo.

ENJOY!

Chapter 8

Stiles wakes up warm and comfortable. It's such a strange sensation that he jolts awake completely and his wide eyes stare straight into Derek's sleeping face. Everything is frozen inside of him for a bit before relief floods through him, washing away the surprise. He hadn't expected Derek to be there like he'd said last night. It was certainly nice though, having him there, warm underneath his fingertips. Derek was still sound asleep and Stiles took this time to carefully trace the smooth lines of his pectorals and collarbones with his fingers, loving how the skin seemed to tight and smooth over those solid muscles. A twitch ran through Derek's arms and suddenly Stiles was pulled to Derek's body in a crushing embrace. For a second Stiles thought he was still asleep but then a gush of warm breath washed over his scalp as Derek exhaled and yawned.

"Um, good morning." Stiles mumbled awkwardly, not sure how to face Derek since it was their first time waking up together after a situation like last night.

"Mm, morning." Derek grumbled and lay there for a few moments more before sighing and letting Stiles go.

The bed dipped and bounced under them as Derek scooted slowly out from under the covers and over to the edge. Stiles watched as he went, staring at his broad back before he stood up and then he was staring at his ass. Derek, heedless of his nakedness, crossed the cold floor and peeled back the edge of the blanket to look outside. From the sound of the wind and the darkness of the sky the storm was obviously still in full swing and Derek's frustrated sigh and slight grumble confirmed it.

"So, no going out today?" Stiles asked as he sat up as well, pulling the blanket with him as he went since it was too cold for him to be bare.

"Nope. Hungry?"

Stiles nodded before he realized Derek's back was still facing him. "Uh, yeah. I can get it myself though."

Stiles pulled the blanket with him as he left the bed, leaving the comforter behind as he set his feet upon the frigid ground. Derek didn't wait for him as he went up the stairs and when he got up there the bread and butter had already been pulled out and a slice of nearly thawed steak sat beside the stove. Derek was rooting around in the drawers for a clean knife and Stiles gently pulled the bread towards him and undid the twist tie to pull a slice out. A butter knife clattered on the counter beside him and he jumped, his eyes darting up to Derek's face. He looked like he usually did, if not a little grumpy and Stiles could only hope that it was because he wasn't a morning person and not that he'd caused that grimace.

Trying to move as quick as possible without causing a bunch of movement Stiles quickly buttered his bread, tied the bag shut, and had everything back in the freezer before Derek's steak had even begun to sizzle. He sat at the table and tore off mini bites as he watched Derek anxiously. For some reason an uneasy feeling had made its way into his gut as he watched Derek's silent, quick movements. He'd barely talked to Stiles, hadn't looked at him, and seemed to be ignoring him. Stiles quickly shook his head and turned away from Derek. He was definitely over-thinking things. These feelings that were coming back were simply confusing him. The negativity that had surrounded him for so long was coming back to him in place of the emptiness he'd replaced it with.

"When I went to see the others yesterday they managed to find some useful information about what could be going on." Derek said suddenly.

Stiles jumped and quickly swallowed the bite in his mouth. "Do they know what's causing the storm?"

Derek nodded and flipped the steak and the sizzling filled the silence for a bit before he spoke again. "They think something called a Zduhać is trying to bury the town."

"Bury the town." Stiles repeated and frowned in thought. "Bury it in snow? That wouldn't work, this is California. There's too much sun here…usually."

"The rain and wind was meant to destroy and wash it away and the snow was to bury everything left but the buildings are too strong for that. Lydia says that in the next few days if the snow becomes solid ice then we're definitely dealing with a Zduhać."

"What happens when the snow turns to ice?"

"Then the winds will begin to swirl and a tornado like storm will rip everything apart. Buildings are definitely not meant to withstand that."

Stiles was silent for a bit as he thought about the horror and devastation that would bring. "Did you find out how to stop it?"

Derek shook his head and flipped his steak onto a plate and left the fire on to heat the room before sitting down at the table with him. "They're still looking. There were a dozen other names that involved the Zduhać such as Vetrovnjak, vilovit, and oblačar."

Stiles didn't even try to repeat those names and just nodded. "How will we get in touch with them again when they figure it out?"

"There are snow vehicles all over the roads out there despite the storm moving the snow out of the roads. They're going to bring the Jeep back here as soon as they know how to take care of that thing."

Stiles finished his bread and sat there with his knees pulled up until Derek had finished devouring his meat. He still hadn't looked at Stiles but he was trying not to dwell on that. He'd spoken to him after all. Once Derek was finished the scooted their chairs around the small flame still at the stove and Stiles warmed his frozen digits next to the fire. The silence feels awkward to him and he can't help but shift around nervously in his chair. He's close to Derek but for some reason he feels so far away. When he steals a glance at him he's leaning against the counter away from him, his head turned away and looking out the half unblocked window over the stove.

"D-does…um…does being away from the others during the storm make you edgy?" Stiles couldn't help but ask.

Derek looks at him, a little surprise filtering through the grumpy mask for a second before it slips back into place. "I don't know. Maybe."

Stiles stares at him as if there's more but Derek just looks back out the window. There's a sharp throb to Stiles' heartbeat and he tries to cover it with a tilt in his chair and a cough. The lapse in conversation eventually stops being uncomfortable and Stiles just accepts it as inevitable. What was he to expect from Derek in the first place? He wasn't really a talker and Stiles was sure he probably felt awkward after what had happened between them twice now. They'd only talked about it a little bit so there were no clear boundaries and how would he bring this whole thing up in the first place?

Stiles kept his thoughts to himself so he didn't weird Derek out even more than he probably already did. The fire eventually died down and Derek got up and started shuffling towards the stairs without a word to Stiles. He just watched him go. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel about this. Even before his cutting and everything that'd happened he'd never had a sexual encounter with anyone so he didn't know how he was supposed to act, how clingy he was supposed to be, or what to even say to the other person so he just watched as he left, leaving him alone in the cooling room.

The loss of the fire drastically changed the temperature in the room and soon Stiles was sneezing and sniffing as he pulled the blanket tighter around him. Surely Derek must have heard that but he didn't say anything and he didn't come up to check on Stiles. After so many days of the storm the sound had slowly been pushed to the back of his mind but now that he'd become slightly more aware of what was going on around him he listened to the howling and couldn't help but compare it to the sound of a wolf's own howl. Was the thing creating the storm hurting? Did it need help and was creating this storm as a plea? Or maybe it was actually roaring. Maybe it was angry and hated everything, growling to drown out any other noise that this city made. Stiles didn't know but the thinking kept him occupied until hours seemed to have passed by completely.

The sudden sound of footsteps on metal rang up to him and startled him out of his reverie. Derek popped his head into the kitchen and stared at Stiles who stared back in bewilderment. They both seemed at a loss for words in this sudden lock until Derek slowly stepped through the doorway and shifted uncomfortably, looking away from Stiles and staring at the wall.

"Um, you hadn't moved or anything since I'd left so I thought that maybe you were doing that…thing again." He said awkwardly.

"Thing?" Stiles asked, confused.

"Yeah, you stare at nothing and you smell like nothing and it freaks everyone out."

A quick stitch of pain jolted through his chest and he just stared at Derek for a second before he lowers his gaze away from him and to the floor.

"Oh, uh, no. I'm fine. Sorry for making you come up here." He said quietly and turned back around in his seat to stare at the dead charcoal.

"You didn't make me do anything." Derek growled at the same time the winds whistled. "Come downstairs. The bed's warmer than the rooms." He commanded and he was gone again.

Stiles almost stayed there simply to spite him but he still didn't have that spark back in him to argue or disobey him. After he couldn't hear his footsteps on the stairs any longer he stood up and gathered the blanket closely around him and scooted his feet across the room and down the stairs. Derek was already under the covers of the bed and he paused for a second, looking at the couch quickly before he caught Derek giving him an expectant look. Sheepishly he hunched his shoulders and scurried over to the bed to crawl from the foot over to the headrest and huddled there with his knees to his chest on the far side away from Derek.

Derek paid him no heed and continued to bury his nose in his newest book. Stiles could only see a few pages having been turned and knew he'd just started it when he'd gotten back from grabbing Stiles. He guessed that'd the only reason he'd bothered coming up in the first place was because he'd finished a book and had looked up long enough to realize Stiles hadn't been there. Stiles heaved a sigh and leaned up against the pillows and started looking around the loft. There wasn't anything for him to do. He doubted Derek would let him borrow a book and the paper he'd been folding before held no interest to him. He turned to Derek and opened his mouth, braving against the silence.

"So…how'd you get the power back on?"

"Generator." Came the gruff answer.

Stiles nodded and pursed his lips as he turned away from him again. He waited a few more minutes before turning to him again.

"What about the water? Aren't the pipes frozen?"

"Still the generator."

"Just for the loft?"

"No."

"If the power's back on why didn't we use it for breakfast?"

"Waste of energy."

Stiles paused for a moment as Derek grit his teeth but then he turned his page so he figured it was just because of what was in the book.

"So the other people have power and water too?"

"Yes Stiles! Can't you see that I'm reading?!" Derek snarled as he snapped his book shut and jerked his head to glare at Stiles.

Stiles shrunk back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." He whispered quickly and moved off the pillows to the absolute edge.

"Just...don't bug me."

Derek waved his book towards Stiles before leaning back onto the pillows again and reopening his book to the page he'd been on and resuming his reading with a slightly furrowed brow. Stiles' heart was pounding in his chest but he didn't like this feeling at all. This was fear and sadness and pain and he hated it. He hated himself. The wounds under the bandages on his left arm was really hurting and he realized he was half laying on it when he'd cringed away from Derek and quickly righted himself. There weren't any blood stains on the bandages so he figured they'd stayed closed but the tugging of the scabs was painful.

Looking towards the bathroom he wondered if Derek had cleaned up. Had his blood stained? When he made a move to go and check Derek's arm snapped out and held him down. Stiles jerked his head over to look from his arm to his face in surprise. Derek's face was stern bordering on murderous.

"Wh-what?! What'd I do?!" Stiles asked quickly, drawing back.

"What were you about to do?"

"Um, go to the bathroom? I haven't really gone in days you know. Nothing to get rid of and now I do. Can I go or not?"

Stiles suddenly really wanted to be away from Derek. He didn't understand what was going on with him, why he was ignoring him, why he was suddenly looking at him like that…like he hated him.

"Fine. Make it quick." He growled and let go of him like he burned him.

Stiles scrambled out from under his blanket and darted to the bathroom and slammed the door and locked it behind him. He slumped against the door and reached up to flick the light on. When the light flickered on above him he gasped in horror at the sight in front of him. Derek hadn't been able to clean up after what had happened last night. Dried and crusty blood was smeared over the entire ground where they'd struggled. His own bloody handprints were dragged along the stark white walls making the contrast even more horrifying. There were footprints next to the tub and blood on the edge. The toilet looked relatively unharmed since it was right next to the door but even then there were a couple of droplets on top of the lid. A glint at the base caught his eye and he realized that his blade must have gotten tossed there in the fray.

Quickly he darted forward and his fingers closed around the handle. It was cold and dark with the heavy color of dried blood. The blade was spotted with the rusty flecks and smears and when he clicked it out a bit farther he realized he couldn't continue with Derek's superior senses right on the other side of the door. He got up off the floor and opened the lid of the toilet and pulled the front of his pants down to do what he'd actually said and as the splash of his pee started in the toilet he clicked the blade out silently.

The blade glinted cleanly at the base of the knife and quickly he finished up what he was doing so he could flush and sit on the top of the toilet. He only had a bit of time before Derek would wonder what he was doing so without pausing to really think about it or appreciate it held the cutter in his left and pressed it to the inside of his right wrist. Since it was his non dominant hand the pressure was a little off and didn't give him anything near the satisfaction he needed. Again he pressed it to his skin and dragged it again, applying more pressure and finally the sweet bite of newly broken skin washed through him and he sighed in relief. The anger and fear and sadness he'd felt at Derek's rejection seemed to wash right out of him just like that and he could breathe easier once again.

"Stiles! Hurry up!"

Stiles jumped as he pressed the blade to his skin once more and caused the blade to impale his skin. This bite of the blade wasn't quite as pleasant as the others had been and the wound immediately began to drip blood quickly. Cursing silently he quickly got up from the toilet lid and turned the cold water in the sink on full blast, tossing the blade under the spray immediately.

"Uh, yeah! I'm fine! Everything's good! No need to worry! Just…go back to reading!" he said quickly, trying to drown out the noise of the cutter as he clicked the now clean blade back into place.

Quickly he wrapped the blade in toilet paper and stuck it behind the toilet so it could both dry and be hidden. Next he went back to the running water and washing his fresh cuts free of blood and as soon as those were taken care of he grabbed a bunch of toilet paper to begin wrapping his wrist. The paper kept breaking and unable to keep his frustration at bay he cursed violently under his breath.

Forceful pounds on the door made him jump again quickly unrolling the toilet paper frantically. "Just a second!" he yelled.

"Stiles! Open this door!" Derek yelled beyond the wood and the handle started rattling as it was being tugged on.

"Please just hold on! I'm almost done!"

The toilet paper just wasn't wrapping and now his wrist was bleeding again and Derek's pounding made the pounding in his chest even more frantic. When the wood of the door screamed and finally cracked around the handle, giving way, Stiles just dropped to the floor and started sobbing. The toilet paper was a mess in his hands and it did nothing to hide what he'd done. Tears of frustration and fear and anger and sadness left him in sobs. Derek stood there over him like a looming shadow of judgment and all he could do was slump there on the floor and let his head fall forward as he sobbed loudly and brokenly.

"St…Stiles." Derek could hardly say his name as he took in the pathetic form before him.

Stiles' sobbing hit him like an anvil straight to his heart and it felt like he was breaking with him. Slowly, unable to really grasp the whole situation he took a step towards that shaking body. Stiles smelled different than anything he'd ever smelled on him before. There was pain like a bitter scent, sadness smelled salty and watered down, fear was a sharp pang of sourness in his nose but all together it was a horrid mix of defeat. Stiles just…gave up.

Knees collapsed into Stiles' blurry vision and it registered that Derek had fallen beside him. Giant, warm hands pulled his and he didn't even have the strength to protest or accept those hands. Derek didn't know what to do. Stiles wasn't responding to him. His emotions didn't change or even register the fact that Derek was there.

Quickly he reached over Stiles and pulled open the cabinet under the sink and grabbed the first aid kit and tugged the still bleeding wrist over to him and carefully withdrew the toilet paper stuck to the drying blood. Some places caught and tugged open the scab and still the scent didn't change. Was Stiles in so much pain that this little bit didn't even register or was he so far gone that he didn't care? It worried Derek like he hadn't been worried in so long. Once his wrist was bandaged he moved to the left one and tugged the old bandages off and cleaned the terrible wounds once again before applying the healing salve and bandages once more.

"Stiles." Derek said carefully, finally saying something to him. "Stiles, what happened?"

Stiles shook his head and turned his shameful face away from Derek's. He didn't need Derek seeing him like this anymore. There was only so much humiliation, judgment, and exposure a person could take. If Derek hated him now it was his entire fault. He felt Derek draw back away from him and if possible the pain he felt like a physical thing in his heart seemed to tear through him anew.

"Look, I have no idea what you want from me! I see and sense you suffering and I have no idea what I'm supposed to do! What do you want?! I'll never know unless you say something! Stiles!"

The absolute desperation in Derek's voice startled him and brought him back from his utter despair enough to lift his head and stare at Derek's pained face.

"I don't want you to hate me." He pleaded and sobbed again. "I can't…I can't do that anymore. You hating me. It hurts. Every single time I realize it it's like a new wound. Please!" Stiles gasped loudly, pleading like his life depended on it, which it might.

Derek seemed taken aback. "I don't hate you!"

Stiles made a pained face. "Of course you do. You ignore me and yell at me and think I'm totally obnoxious and I can see you want nothing to do with me. Why did you do those things to me if you were just going to take it all back? Did you change your mind? I want to do all these things with you and that just makes it hurt worse! Why would you make me feel these things?!" Stiles ranted and for a second Derek was reminded of the previous Stiles, the hyper-active, motor-mouth Stiles that he was so used to and actually missed.

"Stiles, calm down. I do not hate you. I'm confused and worried and have no idea how to handle this and that makes me do things I don't mean to. I didn't mean to snap at you earlier or ignore you. I was caught up in thinking about what I could possibly do to make this better but nothing came to mind. I just…can't do the whole 'comfort' thing. I've never been good at it." Derek pauses to sigh and swipe a hand over his suddenly tired face. "I…don't know what to do Stiles. Can you not see that I'm having a hard time with this too? I don't know what caused it and I don't know how to fix it and there's nothing I can research like all the other times we've had problems."

Derek seemed winded after so much talking and for a split second Stiles was a little surprised that he'd even been able to get that much out all at once but it was quickly replaced with the sorrow burrowed in his chest.

"I already told you before! Being left alone, being ignored, being through all this shit with nobody else! My mind and body have taken this toll that I don't think I can take! You being all emotionally constipated makes it even worse!" Stiles pushes himself against the wall and grabs his hair with both hands as if that was the only thing he could hold on to. "Then there's all these…feelings! I have a fucking man-crush on you or something and it fucking sucks!"

Derek slowly sat next to him, his shoulder just barely out of reach of Stiles'. "Um, I don't like being vulnerable. After…Kate…"

"I don't want to hear about your failed love life. I'm not Kate! I will never be Kate! She was some psycho bitch that murdered your family by using your feelings but when have I ever done anything even remotely close to that?! Can't you have some form of trust?!"

"No Stiles! I can't! I don't know if I ever can! The hunters, the Argents, the humans! They've never been trustworthy and suddenly here you are and Allison an Argent! How am I supposed to take this?! Because if you have any idea what so ever then I would gladly accept! So far the only thing that's happened from trusting humans is my family being ripped away from me and my feeling being so destroyed that there's nothing left!" Derek yelled back at him.

"Then why didn't you ever tell anyone how you felt about that?! Scott, Isaac, me?! We listen! Well, they listen. I guess I'm pretty obnoxious." Stiles paused as he thought about that. "Now I feel like a hypocrite. Great. Just fucking great."

"No Stiles. I asked. I want to know what's going on. How you're feeling. I want to know all of it. If it means that you'll get better I'm willing to do anything." Stiles snapped his head over to his and he quickly amended. "Almost anything. I won't…kill anyone I if I can help it. Does your dad know about this?"

"I hope not. I did my best to keep it from him and it was only your extreme unluckiness and werewolfy senses that alerted you to any of this." Stiles muttered and ran his fingers through his hair before finally letting go and heaving a huge sigh. "This isn't just going to get better you know? I still feel like the only relief I can get is from the knife." Tears ran down his face again.

"Stiles." His uttered name sounded like it pained Derek greatly. "I don't actually know why. I don't understand the relief through pain. I understand control through pain so…maybe?"

Stiles nodded and ducked his head. "I just…can't Derek."

Derek's name fell from his name in a whisper and Derek couldn't help but shiver. He never wanted to hear his name uttered in such pain again.

"How can I make it better? I'm not good at comforting or anything." He said, holding his hands out palm up to indicate his helplessness.

Stiles turned to him slowly, his face turning up to look into Derek's so he could see the redness of his crying eyes and the track from his tears. Derek wanted to wipe them away…so he did. Reaching up with one hand carefully, hesitantly, he drew his thumb across the underside of Stiles eye and when he leaned into the touch he felt a smidgen of relief.

"Just…I…want you. Derek…I want you like, I don't even know. I want you to hold me and kiss me and tell me it's going to be alright. I want you to make me believe I'm not as fucked up as I am."

Derek lifted both his hands and tugged on Stiles' shoulders and pulled his thin body to his chest and wrapped his arms around him. "If it's that much I can do it." He whispered against Stiles' head and felt him respond.

Stiles felt his tears stop at the sudden surprise of the embrace before the intense emotions of relief and desire and longing washed over him and he cried out into Derek's chest and clung to him tightly.

"Derek, Derek, Derek." He chanted his name as he sobbed and buried himself in the warmth of Derek.

"I'm here."

Those two words were all that he needed and his entire body responded, throwing itself at Derek. Those few inches that had still separated them no longer existed and Stiles was pulled up into Derek's lap and he wrapped his legs around his waist. It wasn't sexual in any way but it comforted him so immensely. The solidity of Derek's body beneath him, the warm shoulder he was crying into, the soft hair his fingers trailed up into and clutched at as he shook, it anchored Stiles. All the while Derek was shushing him gently as if he were a small pup and not a full grown male. He didn't feel like a full grown male though so he guessed it was ok.

It took a while but eventually his sobs subsided and he was left clutching weakly at Derek's body with aching arms. His wrists burned but the burn felt good as well as the fluttering in his chest. Shivers gently wracked him every now and then. As he slowly came back down from his high of crying he realized just how Derek was holding him. Those large, warm hands were stroking up and down his spine and he smiled ever so slightly. Derek pets him whenever they were connected like this. It felt good.

"You ok now?" Derek's gruff voice whispered into his ear.

"Yeah. Thanks." Stiles sniffed and hugged him tighter.

Derek's arms circled his torso completely and held him just as tightly as Stiles did and the overwhelming amount of satisfaction that brought Stiles astounded him. After a bit he started to pull back and Derek's arms slid away, allowing the movement but when he went to climb off of Derek those strong hands held him in place by his waist.

"You're not fucked up." He whispered, his mouth just centimeter's from Stiles'.

The breath hitched in his chest a second before those smooth, warm lips brushed against his and he was being kissed softly by Derek. The kiss was chaste and gentle, their lips barely moving but it was the absolute best feeling in the world. Those longed-for lips were finally on his. Stiles wanted to pull Derek's head back when he began pulling away but he just couldn't.

"Anything else?"

"Uhm…" Stiles couldn't drag his gaze away from those beautiful lips that should definitely still be on his.

Said lips tilted up at the corners ever so slightly and when he looked up amusement danced briefly in those deep green eyes.

"I can do that." Derek answered his unspoken need and replaced his lips on Stiles'.

Stiles gave a small whimper that came unwanted from the back of his throat and the kiss was no longer soft. It was hard and fast, the lips taking and taking and taking. Stiles took and took and took in return. The scent of Derek filled his nose and intoxicated him, getting him drunk on his taste and touch and just Derek. His tongue peaked out; chasing the come and go of Derek's lips until finally the smooth strength of Derek's tongue tenderly touched his and chased it back into his mouth.

"Mng. Derek." Stiles whined into his mouth and pulled his arms tighter around Derek's neck where they'd slid up from his chest.

Derek's answer was to wrap his arms once more around Stiles' back and pull him so tightly against him Stiles could feel every ridge of muscle behind the layers of cloth between them.

"W-want to touch you…" Stiles couldn't help but groan out.

"Then do it." Derek growled against his lips and sucked his tongue into his mouth before letting it go with a pop.

Stiles had to wriggle back on his lap to put a hand between them and tugged the edge of his shirt up just enough to slip his hand underneath and feel the burning heat of skin underneath. Stiles groaned and nibbled on his bottom lip which earned him a small growl. His hand skimmed across the hard plains of clenching muscle, up from his abdomen to his pectorals. He so wanted to use both hands to explore every bit of Derek.

"N-not here." He gasped out and immediately he felt himself being lifted.

Hands slid down his back and gripped the back of his thighs and Derek's strong thighs worked underneath them, picking them up off the bloodied floor easily. Stiles held on with his one arm as he continued stroking up Derek's moving muscles. His thumb caught a nipple as they walked past the ruined door and felt more than heard Derek's chest rumble in response. Suddenly he was dropped onto the bed and he whined as he was detached from the body he so craved.

"Derek, less clothes." He demanded breathlessly.

Quickly he put both hands under Derek's shirt before it was tugged away and felt those glorious muscles work as he lifted his arms and removed the clothing, tossing it onto the pillow they weren't occupying.

"How far can we go?" Stiles asked quietly, almost afraid of the answer.

"How far do you want to go?" Derek asked just as cautiously.

"Um…" Stiles bit his lip. "I don't want to just ask for everything. I think it's too soon for that."

"Then we don't have to go all the way. We'll just get off for today."

Stiles nodded and lifted his head towards Derek's again, begging for a kiss and was rewarded just as eagerly. Slowly they managed to strip themselves, only separating when absolutely needed. The first touch of heated flesh against heated flesh sent a hot shiver through the both of them and Stiles lifted his hips to get more. Derek's arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him into his body slowly, undulating their hips together.

"Oh, Derek!" Stiles gasped loudly when his large hand grasped them together and rubbed smoothly over tender skin.

"St…"

"Derek! Dude, we found it! The Zud-thingy's…What The Hell?!" Scott's voice echoed through the loft as he slammed the metal door aside and stomped in.

Faster than Stiles could comprehend the both of them were covered by a blanket and the warmth of skin had been removed from atop him. His head snapped to the side to see Scott followed by Isaac just standing there frozen in the doorway, one foot barely over the threshold. They all seemed to be at a loss as to what to do until finally Isaac stepped around Scott and awkwardly looked everywhere but at them.

"Um, so…yeah. It's the Zud-thingy that's causing the storm." He said with as much forced nonchalance as he could muster as he went to drop papers onto the desktop.

Stiles pulled the blankets closer as he felt embarrassment fill him. He was sure that Derek had a fair amount of embarrassment running through him too even as he forced himself to move. Quickly he was clothed and out of the bed as Stiles just laid there glaring at Scott who was still too shocked to do much but stare between the two of them as he made his way over to the desk as well.

"Scott, you were saying?" Derek prompted as if nothing had happened.

Stiles would've felt bad if Derek hadn't thrown a quick, gentle look at him before glaring murderously at Scott. Scott frowned before shaking his head and Stiles knew this wasn't the end of it but at least it'd been postponed. There was no way he was getting out of this bed so he just lay there and listened to the others as the conversed on the Zud-thingy as they all seemed to be calling it now.

A/N: I'd like to thank candy, soda, and cheesy poofs for helping me make it through this. 5 hours of writing a single chapter and I'm absolutely dead.

This chapter ended at a weird place, sorry, but the next chapter comes all the crazy awesomeness so…yeah, didn't wanna spoil it. Thanks for reading this far! Stay tuned for more! ~hearts~