I never intended this story to have more than two chapters, and then this happened.
Stiles didn't see or hear from Derek for four days. He'd kept the little note Derek had left on the window sill, in his nightstand drawer.
"You're mine now. Expect a knock on your window. D"
Stiles looked at the note every night when he went to bed. He waited for that knock, but so far Derek had stayed away. He'd wondered when the guy would show but tried to not expect anything.
The first couple of days after Derek had visited his room, Stiles had been somewhat elated by the memories. He went to school and pretended that everything was the same. He wasn't sure if he could fake it, but when not even Scott questioned his behavior, Stiles was pleased with himself. Keeping secrets from his friend was not really in his nature, and with Scott's heightened senses, Stiles expected it to be difficult.
When school was over on the forth day, he found Derek in the parking lot outside school with his pack. Stiles went over to them and hoped for a smile, but Derek seemed to not notice that he was even there. It was both disappointing and relieving. Stiles didn't want anyone to know what had happened between them, and clearly Derek was of the same opinion.
It would still have been nice to get a little sign. Something that could tell him that their encounter meant something for Derek. Stiles didn't demand much. A subtle wink or a little pat on the back would have been sufficient, but Derek chose to ignore him completely. When Stiles tried to make a cheeky comment on something Derek said he cut himself off when he realized that Derek seemed to look right through him, like he wasn't even there.
Stiles wondered if the words on that piece of paper was just that – words – that they didn't mean anything. They had been somewhat comforting after what went down that night. The fact that Derek wanted to come back made it a little less sordid. Looking at Derek now, Stiles didn't feel so good about it anymore. The way he behaved at the moment was borderline annoying.
After the meeting in the parking lot Derek sort of vanished. He had disappeared before for days at the time, so this wasn't a new thing. Asking around, Stiles learned that the other werewolves didn't know where he was either. Derek's disappearance wasn't planned. Stiles didn't worry. Not at all... or maybe a little bit.
Still he waited every night for a knock on his window. Derek's evasive behavior didn't prevent him from hoping, but as days went by he started to think that it would never happen. He kept the window unlatched just in case because Derek could come back at any time.
Another week went by without a sign. The scars on his hips were healing. Stiles had worried that they could get infected – they were very deep – but except for an annoying itch they seemed to close up nicely. In a few days it would probably be only traces of them and eventually they would be unnoticeable.
There was a pinch of sadness inside him when Stiles realized that the only visible proof of that night was slowly fading away. His memories of it was still vivid and he used them for what they were worth when he jerked himself off in solitude.
It wasn't like he was in love with the guy – no way – Derek was a dude and Stiles was not gay. It was just... it was just sex. Trying to justify his own thoughts wasn't particularly easy, but he didn't have to explain it to anyone. It was what it was, and he wanted it to happen again.
The next morning at school Isaac revealed that Derek was back. Nobody knew where he'd been, but he was alive and well. Stiles felt a little flutter inside his belly, but he tried not to show how relieved he was by the news.
The day went by in a haze. Scott invited him over in the evening but Stiles made some lame excuse about a few chores he had to do. He could see that Scott got disappointed. "It's just... Allison is away and my mom is working late." Scott shrugged. "We haven't hung out much lately. The two of us, not like before."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Not my fault. We're either crowded by a pack of wolves or I have to watch you and Allison getting way too comfy with each other." He gave Scott a crocked smile. "Rain-check, it's just that I have to..." He couldn't come up with a lie that wouldn't taste bad so he just let the sentence hang on purpose.
"Chores? I'm sure your dad will forgive you if you wait a few hours." Scott was pushy and Stiles contemplated on giving in. It was after all a Friday night. No school tomorrow and Scott would possibly have some booze stashed in his room.
He worried though. What if Derek came tonight and found the room empty? He'd be pissed off and possibly never come back. "I can come over for a couple of hours, maybe?" He couldn't meet Scott's eyes. Even if he'd technically hadn't lied yet, it was still Scott – his best friend – and it didn't feel right to keep secrets.
His room looked like a hurricane had hit it, and the pile of laundry was growing. He really had chores to do, but his dad never nagged him about them. As long as he chipped in and helped out with the general housework, Mr Stilinsky never really demanded that he'd do it at a specific time.
Scott knew this. Scott knew this very well. "Something's up. I know you too well. You can tell me." Scott gave Stiles' shoulder a nudge. "I'm here for you." Stiles drew his breath and looked up. "Scott, I'm sorry. I have been procrastinating for too long. I have no clean clothes and the vacuuming... It's my turn, and I think the dust-bunnies are lethal by now."
Scott didn't push it any further. Stiles could see that his friend knew he was making excuses, but he just gave Stiles a hug and cocked his head. "You know you can tell me anything. I will try not to take this personally."
When he came home – and to his dad's surprise – Stiles started on the chores he'd lied to Scott about. He did two loads of laundry and vacuumed almost the entire house. "Stiles? Are you sick?" Mr Stilinsky pulled the plug of the vacuum-cleaner out of the socket forcing Stiles to take a break. "It's Friday night? What's gotten in to you?"
Stiles sighed and looked down. "It's nothing. I'm just, just, I had a fight with Scott." He lifted his head a little. "It'll be fine, I'm just upset. We'll fix it in the morning, but I just needed to do something." The look he got from his father was scrutinizing. "Son!" he said and threw his hands out. Stiles worried that his father would start questioning him about it. He didn't like to lie to his dad either. "I understand, but I'm watching the news and this is too noisy. Find something else to do. Or call Scott and fix it." Mr Stilinski turned back to the television and shook his head.
In his room he did a half-ass attempt to tidy a little. He'd sorted the clothes from the dryer and spent a half hour putting them away. It was still fairly early but after trying to get his mind off Derek by surfing the internet for a while, Stiles decided to go to bed.
He checked the window to make sure it was unlatched before he changed into pajama pants and crawled under the covers. He opened the drawer in his nightstand and took a peek at the note before he made himself comfortable.
When he woke up in the morning, Stiles felt rested and content. It lasted for a split second. Derek never showed up. Disappointed by the fact, Stiles dug his face into the pillow and cursed silently. He felt like a fool. In hindsight he decided that it would have been better if he'd just gone over to Scott's house instead.
Stiles dragged himself out of bed and took a long shower. He could of course call Derek and ask him when he'd come? As soon as the thought entered his brain he scrubbed it. He didn't want Derek to know how much he was pining for that knock on the window. He was disturbed by the feelings inside of him. This felt too much like a heartbreak.
The whole weekend went by without a sign. Stiles was cooped up in his room; only leaving for the bare necessities. Scott had called him, but he faked a sore throat and also managed to get his dad to believe he had a fever.
Sunday evening Scott came over for a brief visit. "Man, you look like shit." He stared at Stiles who was huddling under the covers. "I wasn't sure if you were really sick, but now I believe it." Stiles could feel blood rushing to his face. He felt bad lying to Scott. "I'll be fine in the morning. "He croaked out. "It's just a cold."
Monday morning Stiles decided to try to let it go. At school, he pretended that everything was peachy and managed to fool himself for a few hours. Later, at home, he felt exhausted. It was tough shit having to smile and joke around when he was ripped apart on the inside.
As he was getting ready for bed, his dad knocked on the door and came inside. "I have to leave. There has been an accident on the highway. Multiple injuries and possible fatalities." He crossed the floor and peeked out the window. "Probably going to be gone the whole night."
Stiles shrugged. "It's fine. You'll tell me if it's someone we know?" He didn't expect it to be. Nobody he knew would be out on the highway in the middle of the night. "I'm just going to go to bed. I have a test tomorrow and need the sleep." He watched as his dad went back to the door and exited.
He crawled under the covers and as sleep was catching up with him, he could hear the front door slam shut.
It didn't take more that a second before he was ripped out of this half conscious state by a knock on the windowpane. Derek didn't even wait until Stiles got up, he just opened the window and climbed inside.
He moved over to the bed with a smirk on his face and Stiles closed his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them again, Derek's face was inches away and he sneered before he leaned in closer. Stiles moved back and covered Derek's mouth with his hand. "You don't call, you don't write, do you expect me just to lie here and wait for you forever?"
Derek's hand moved under the blanket as he nodded slowly. "Yeah." His hand was now on Stiles' chest. "That's right."
Stiles scooted backwards to avoid the touch. "Uh, that's so rude. I, I... Where were you?" He wasn't sure if a third-degree was appropriate at the moment. He was still highly intimidated by Derek's presence.
The flash of red in Derek's eyes was becoming a familiar feature but it still scared Stiles. Derek sat down on the edge of the bed and flung the blanket aside. "Around. I had a few things to do." His eyes ran over Stiles' body. "I heard your dad left just now, so now I'm here. Don't you worry. I expect you to be loud and I had to wait for you to be alone."
A shiver went down Stiles' spine. It wasn't solely uncomfortable, but he got slightly annoyed by Derek's words. "I'm not sure I want this weird relationship. I feel like I drew the shortest straw here." He tried to frown, but he was pretty sure that his lip trembled a little too much to make it convincing.
A scoff escaped Derek's throat as he got up and started to undress. "You're already aroused." He nodded towards Stiles' crotch. "You can't fool anybody. And you like the pain." He was almost smiling. Stiles tried to pull on the blanket to cover himself up, but Derek was too fast. It got ripped out of his hands and landed on the floor. "Don't even try."
When Derek crawled naked onto the bed Stiles flinched, but decided to stop questioning himself. Derek was right, he wanted this. He'd been waiting for it for two weeks. Waiting, and pining away. It was very disturbing.
Derek didn't waste any time. Within seconds Stiles was rid of his pajama pants revealing that his dick was way ahead of him. A pair of hands caressed his body making him squirm. Derek was gentle at first but then the touches became more violent and almost bruising.
"Before the night is over you'll beg for it." Derek whispered hoarsely as he let a nail trail a vain on Stiles' cock.
Derek wasn't joking. With skilled hands and tongue he made sure to keep Stiles' on the brink of an orgasm for what felt like a lifetime, never letting him cum. The frustration was overwhelming. Stiles had to bite his lip to avoid screaming for Derek to fuck him. He didn't want him to have the pleasure of being right.
He got a little bit of a break as Derek got out of bed and pulled him up. "Come here." Derek wrapped his arms around him and kissed him letting his hands wander over Stiles' back. "Get down on your knees." The order came abruptly and Stiles didn't react immediately. A push on his shoulders forced him down. Derek's dick was bobbing in front of his face, and he had no idea how to proceed.
Stiles wasn't born yesterday. He was perfectly aware of what Derek wanted from him, but he wasn't sure if he was ready. And anyway, it would be his first time and he worried about doing it wrong. He felt like an idiot staring at that throbbing thing.
"There's never a wrong way." As if Derek had read his thoughts he pushed forward and aimed the head of his cock at Stiles' mouth. Stiles grabbed the base of it and opened his mouth wide. It was a first for everything and with a werewolf's growl in his ears he didn't feel he had much of a choice.
It was weird. The flavor of salty precum and a hint of sweat wasn't as repulsive as he would have thought. Stiles licked the head of Derek's cock and tried to be somewhat sophisticated about it. He held on to the base and tugged a little as an experiment. Derek moaned and pushed forward, but Stiles stood firm. He was not ready for any deep-throating.
Stiles knew that Derek was close. He could hear it and he could feel it, but then Derek pulled back. "I'll return the favor, get in bed." Still that demanding voice. Still that feeling of inferiority. Stiles let himself fall onto the bed with a sigh.
What Derek did to him with his lips and tongue made Stiles almost pass out. At first he didn't even try to hold back, but Derek still managed to prevent him from cumming. It was very frustrating. Stiles needed the release so bad, but a part of his brain wanted to submit to Derek completely, so he fought it just to please him.
A half hour later, Stiles was a mess. He wasn't especially lucid anymore and had completely given himself up to Derek's treatment of him. When he felt a finger up his ass, he hitched his breath. Derek leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. "Did you say something?" The brush of Derek's stubble against his skin gave Stiles goosebumps. He shook his head. "No, but..." He wasn't sure if he was coherent enough to actually speak. In his head he had all these sentences lined up, but they wouldn't come out.
"Please!" Stiles got surprised when he heard his own voice. He'd never meant for the word to slip out. Derek nibbled a little on his neck. "Again. Say it again. Tell me what you want." Derek's words made him squirm. He tried to fight it but then his brain betrayed him once more. "Please, let me... Oh, do it!"
He heard a chuckle and felt Derek's tongue in his ear. "What do you want me to do? Say it!" It wasn't really a question, it was a demand. Stiles had to swallow hard before he blurted it out. "Fuck me! For god's sake just... please!"
The orgasm he experienced when Derek eventually was inside of him made Stiles black out for a moment. He lied there heaving as the world started to catch up with him. He hadn't been aware of it, but now he felt throbbing pain all over.
He was somewhat alert when Derek threw a towel at him. He grabbed it and automatically started to wipe his own stomach. Lifting the towel a little he saw it had bloodstains. Startled by the sight, Stiles tried to examine his own body. Small cuts and bruises was covering his torso, the scars from two weeks ago were almost completely healed, but now he had new ones. They were not as deep, but they were clearly made by claws.
With a sigh he looked up at Derek. "You have to be careful with me. I'm just a human. I don't heal that easily." He pouted a little and looked up. Derek was already dressed and seemed to be ready to go. He scoffed. "I am. This is me being careful." A sneer accompanied the words. "When you're obedient and do as you're told."
Stiles didn't get a chance to comment on it. Derek crawled out the window and was long gone before Stiles managed to compose a sentence.
I have a general outline for the rest of this fic, but since this chapter happened so fast I need help. You Sterek shippers out there have to give me some advice here. This is, as you may know, my first Sterek and I feel I'm a little out on a limb here.