Derek Hale was never the type to give up. He hadn't given up when Laura promised him the Camaro if he was her slave for the whole summer. He hadn't given up when his cousins came to visit for Christmas when he was 19 and wanted to play dress up Derek every day. He was not the type of person to lose but right now he was at a loss because Stiles still hadn't put out and Derek didn't know what was happening. They'd been out on eight dates and every time they got close, Stiles just seemed to lose interest. Derek was set to believe that Stiles just wasn't that interested but then Stiles was grinding down on his lap at the beach and then Derek knew Stiles was interested. Now Derek had taken the virginity of quite a few people on campus and he knew he had a name for himself but Stiles would never have agreed to one let alone eight dates if he knew Derek was a notorious one night stand kind of guy. So Derek knew he had to up his game, and not just with the dates because they had been romantic and great, Derek had really gone all out but Derek needed Stiles to know he wanted this as bad as Stiles did. Derek's plan was well thought out and it would have worked if Stiles hadn't panicked and kicked him out of his dorm room. So Derek's great plan was how he now found himself standing in the hallway...naked.

Three hours before...

"I'm sorry you're going to do what?"

"The naked man."

"And you thought of this how?"

"I was watching something the other day and this guy did the naked man, apparently it works 3 out of 4 times."

"So you're just going to what...wait for him to turn up and then he'll want to fuck you?"

"That is the plan."

"It's a stupid plan Derek. What if he gets mad?"

"Then I put my clothes back on and give him the puppy eyed apology."

"Uhuh. And if he doesn't want to see you again."

"Erica it's going to be fine. Either we have sex or he gets angry and I beg forgiveness."

"Okay. Do whatever you want. But do not come to me for sympathy because I will either be laughing my ass off in the eyes of your failure or I will be crying because I lost."

"You wouldn't cry! You would probably kick me in the balls."

"Probably."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, so are you gonna do some manscaping?"

"Why would I manscape?"

"Well you're doing the naked man, I'd hate for Stiles to run because you were looking wild down there."

"Oh my god Erica I am not looking wild anywhere!"

"I'm just saying. Whatever just go and plan or whatever." Derek huffed then turned around and left the apartment. "Good luck." Derek closed the door behind him and text Stiles.

29.10 19:18pm D to S: Hey, are you free tonight?

29.10 19:20pm S to D: I should be. Wanna come over for a movie?

29.10 19:21pm D to S: Yeah sure, I'll come over about 10?

29.10 19:22pm S to D: Yeah okay.

Derek's plan was off to a good start and he only had a few things left to do before he could really try out the naked man. So he walked to the shop near Stiles's dorm because he definitely wouldn't need his car tonight. He ran inside and bought the essentials, lube, condoms and snacks for afterwards. Some people might say he's being overly confident but Derek knew what he looked like and there was no way he was going to be the 1 out of 4 that it failed for. He got some cash out because no doubt Stiles ridiculous roommate would be there. Matt or something like that, it didn't really matter Derek just needed him out of the room. Derek made his way over to Stiles's building and followed one of the other residents in, she threw a glare his way he'd obviously slept with her before. He rushed past her and jogged upstairs, he knocked on the door and Matt answered.

"What?"

"I need you to leave for the night. I don't care where you go, it just can't be here."

"Wow friendly. What's in it for me?"

"Fifty if you leave right now. Ten if I have to kick your ass first."

"Fifty it is."

"Good choice." Matt ran back in the room and grabbed his stuff before passing Derek, he held out the money and smiled as Matt practically ran away from him. Derek looked around the room and yeah he was going to have to do some serious cleaning, he really wanted the bet to just be over with already.

Derek cleaned everything he could; he even tidied up Matt's side of the room and had arranged all of Stiles things so that everything looked nice. It barely took him an hour so now he was just waiting till Stiles came back. Derek looked at the clock and sighed 20:32pm. Derek pulled all of his clothes off and looked in the mirror. He did not need manscaping, he was perfectly acceptable down there, no one had ever complained. Wait he was going to sleep with Stiles tonight and he hadn't even showered this morning, what the hell was he thinking? Derek contemplated it and then decided to just jump in Stiles's shower; he scrubbed every inch of himself…twice. Give him a break he was a little nervous about this. He dried off and looked at himself in the mirror; he looked good, stupid Erica getting in to his head. He sat on Stiles's bed and read the books beside his bed. At about 3 minutes past 10 Derek could hear someone outside the door. Now in retrospect Derek probably should have thought of the possibility of Stiles bringing someone home, to find Derek stood in the room completely naked with his hands on his hips and a look that he would call his smoulder. So of course that's how Derek had found himself standing in the hallway because of course it was Stiles and Stiles's dad, who had instantly pulled a gun because he thought Derek was a pervert or something. Now Derek will deny the squeal he made to his dying day, because in seconds everything was chaos, Stiles was screaming at his dad to put his damn gun down, his father was telling Derek to leave the room and so Derek had found himself cowering in the hallway with orders to not move, so now he was standing by the door with just his hands to cover his junk. Derek dropped his head on to the door and just thanked every god out there that he hadn't pissed himself. He turned his head when a brief flash of light came from beside him.

"Did you just take a picture of me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You're Derek Hale."

"Thanks but I know my own name."

"This is for your website."

"My website?"

"Well it's more of a blog on tumblr."

"What are you talking about?"

"How do you not know about it?"

"Can you do me a favour, and start from the beginning?"

"Fine. About a week ago someone created a blog called One Hale of a Night Stand, I'm assuming it's someone you slept with and never called but who knows, and basically everyone you ever slept with follows it and reveals their experiences."

"You cannot be serious."

"Seems you pissed off the wrong person."

"Well I know I've never slept with you, so delete the picture."

"No but you did sleep with two of my best friends with the promise to call. Think of this as my revenge on their behalf."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Heather. And by the way Stiles is one of my close friends, and you just met his dad, now if you hurt him Stiles won't tell his dad but I will and believe me he will kill you and I will help."

"I'm not gonna hurt him Heather."

"For your sake I hope not." Heather smiled at him and turned on her heel.

"What about the photo?"

"What about it?" Heather disappeared behind one of the doors and Derek didn't think his night could get any worse but then Stiles door opened. Stiles was standing there with his clothes, his dad behind him with a glare that could rival Derek's mothers. Stiles pushed Derek's clothes in to his arms and then moved in to the hallway closing the door behind him.

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

"Why is your dad here?"

"Derek this is not the time for your questions, why were you fucking naked in my room?"

"I was doing the naked man."

"The naked…from How I Met Your Mother?!"

"Yeah."

"I'm going to fucking kill you! How was that ever a good idea?"

"I'm sorry! Okay I am so sorry but I didn't exactly think 'Hey maybe Stiles will be bringing his dad for movie night!'"

"Don't you check your fucking phone! I text you to tell you we had to cancel because there was a mix-up at the hotel and my dad's room won't be ready till tomorrow."

"Oh…"

"Yeah. Would you please get fucking dressed?" Derek dropped his clothes and quickly started pulling everything on.

"Look this is really not how I usually go about meeting people's parents, and I am so sorry for this. Let me make it up to you?"

"Well it's not like I planned for you meeting my dad, he's the Sherriff back home and I guess around Halloween he worries about me getting caught up in…I don't know actually but whatever. You didn't exactly help with the nakedness."

"You didn't want me to meet your dad?"

"That's what your focusing on, anyway why would you this is only a b…beginning of a relationship. We don't even know what's going to happen, so obviously I didn't want you to meet him yet."

"Right, obviously. So how long is he staying?"

"Just the weekend. Call me Monday?"

"I will call you Monday." Stiles pressed a quick kiss to Derek's lips then went back in to his room. Derek huffed and started walking home.

When Derek pushed the door open to his flat he could already hear Erica's cackling form the living-room. He rounded the corner and as soon as she saw him she burst in to more fits of laughter, he looked to Boyd for help but the usually stoic man was doubled over. Derek looked around helplessly until Isaac came out from the kitchen. He saw Derek and his mouth split in to a huge grin.

"Derek, I am so glad I know you. Without you I would lack a serious amount of entertainment in my life."

"What is happening?"

"You ever heard of One Hale of a Night Stand?"

"Surprisingly it has been mentioned tonight, what the hell is it?"

"Well look for yourself." Isaac gestured towards the laptop on the couch and Derek picked it up and sat down. Derek's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he took in the page. The background was the picture that Heather girl had taken earlier, he was completely naked standing outside Stiles door, and there was post after post about him. Down the side there was small profile pictures and the ones that used their actual picture Derek recognized and as he scrolled down, it seemed that just about everyone he'd ever slept with was following this person. As for the person who ran the blog, there was no details given about them and they'd used a picture of Derek's face with devil horns drawn on to it.

"What…"

"Derek, seriously who the fuck did you piss off?"

"I don't know."

"They even have a rating system dude. It goes from as Hot as Hale to What the Hale was he thinking?"

"What the Hale was he thinking?"

"That one seems to be used the most when you have drunken night stands, what the hell do you do when your drunk Derek?"

"Erm…" Erica tried to straighten up but she really couldn't look at him without doubling over again. She clutched her sides as she laughed and continued to laugh as she rolled right off the couch.

"Is she going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I'm the one that found the blog so I had my fill earlier. Dude I had no idea you were this well known."

"I am going to kill whoever did this." Derek set the laptop down and stormed in to his room. He heard Isaac shout after him before he closed the door "Where did that picture come from?" Derek closed the door and stripped off his clothes. He laid on his back and thought about who would be pissed enough. He didn't really think any of his one night stands would be mad enough, he never really promised them anything, and honestly he figured the only person that would be pissed is Stiles. If Stiles ever found out about the bet then yeah Derek could see him being angry enough to do something like this but Stiles didn't know about it. Derek hated it, hated that the whole reason he had the nerve to ask Stiles out was because he got something out of it. He scrubbed his hands over his face and closed his eyes, yeah he was an ass for making the bet but Stiles would never know about it and Derek could pretend like he asked Stiles out because he got some courage.