"Do we know how the creature got here?" Isaac asked as the group huddled around the table in Derek's loft, where a big map of Beacon Hills was laid out.
"It looks like this was the creature's point of entry," Derek replied, taking a pencil, and marking the map with an X.
Erica looked over Boyd's shoulder, down at the selected area, and arched an eyebrow in question, "The woods?"
"Wouldn't we have seen it or smelt it in passings, if it was in Beacon woods?" Boyd challenged.
"Not if he entered the water over here," Stiles voiced, reaching out and pointing to a pond on the map that sat on the edge of the forest.
"Do you have any proof?" Scott asked turning towards his friend.
The rest of the pack joined in, eyeing the teen curious for answers.
"Dude, the creature has a snapping beak and scales. Do you think that is just for show?" He stressed, scratching at his arms.
"That's a good point," Isaac said, deep in thought.
"And how do you suppose this creature entered a man-made pond?" Lydia challenged, folding her hands into her chest.
"She brings up a good point too." Erica chimed in.
"The sewers of course. Did you not watch Ninja Turtles growing up?" Stiles voiced somewhat frustrated.
"Ninja what?" Erica asked dumbfounded, twirling a strand of her blonde locks.
"I wasn't allowed to watch TV," Isaac said frowning.
"I was more into games," Boyd replied with a shrug.
"I watched Hello Kitty," Lydia announced proudly.
"That explains so much." Stiles retorted as he started scratching like mad at his neck.
"Stiles, are you ok, man? You're scratching like crazy and it looks like you have a rash on your arms." Scott claimed, grabbing everyone's attention once more.
"I don't know man, Ever since I fell while collecting those flowers and plants, I've been super itchy. Maybe it's an allergic reaction."
Lydia eyed the teen over, "I don't think so."
"What kind of flowers did you get? There are a lot of different species lurking in those woods." Isaac asked worriedly.
"Yeah, it's best to look and not touch," Boyd added.
"A little too late for that." Erica voiced noticing the teen's now pink-raised skin.
"Where are those flowers you collected Stiles?" Scott asked coming closer to investigate.
"Over here." Stiles held them up so that everyone could see them.
Scott leaned down and sniffed them, his eyes widened once he recognized the scent, "Stiles those aren't regular plants."
"Really, what are they?" The other teen asked curious.
"From the looks of them, poison ivy," Lydia said point blank.
"Ahh!" Stiles exclaimed, dropping the bunch on the ground, and quickly rubbing his palms off on his jeans.
The pack chuckled under their breaths.
"Idiot." Derek voiced, shaking his head.
"Hey, I heard that Sour Wolf!"
"Good. Now, let's get back to the task at hand. Shall we?" Derek voiced grabbing everyone's attention back.
"Now Scott, where are we on…" The alpha started only to be interrupted by Stiles's whining in the background.
"Oh, I'm so itchy. Scott, man, can you please just scratch my back? I can't reach it."
Scott huffed in annoyance before heading over to his friend, "Fine."
"Oh hurry, it's itching bad." The teen stressed, scratching everywhere he could reach.
The other members of the pack separated into small groups to discuss the case among other things. Boyd and Isaac talked about their theories on what the creature was after, while Lydia and Erica talked about makeup and fashion.
"Now, what were you saying Derek?" Scott asked as he brought his hands over his friend's covered back and began to run his nails back and forth over the material.
"Oh yeah, just like that. Harder. Come on, put more pressure." Stiles voiced desperately, his voice heavy in need, distracting Derek from his task at hand.
The alpha found himself gripping the pencil in his hand harder than necessary, and his nostrils started to flare up as his breathing picked up.
"Any more and you'll bleed, Dude," Scott said turning his attention back to the itching teen in front of him.
"I don't care. I need more."
Scott did as told adding more pressure to his scratches, much to his friend's delight.
"Oh, mmm." Stiles moaned out.
Derek tensed up in his spot, his eyes turning red, his breathing heavy and before he knew it, he snapped his pencil in two.
"Derek, you, okay?" Lydia noticed his sudden shift.
"I gotta go." The alpha announced suddenly, feeling his self-control plummeting.
He had to get out of there quickly before he pounced on Stiles and took him right there in front of everyone.
"Derek?" Scott questioned, as the older man stormed out of his loft, leaving a pack of confused and equally curious teens behind.
Derek came back thirty minutes later, to a silent loft.
He looked around confused when suddenly Stiles spoke.
"Oh, thank god your back!" He expressed, relieved, as he rubbed his back up against the couch in frustration.
Derek looked around in a panic when he didn't see anyone else around.
"Where is everyone?"
"They left." The teen answered as he scratched his arms.
"Scott?"
"He went to get Deaton."
Derek couldn't believe it; his worst nightmare was coming true. He was stuck in his loft alone with the itchy, mouthy, annoying teen.
"Please dude, scratch me and I'll owe you for life." Stiles pleaded from his spot.
"What?"
"Please, it's killing me. It's like a billion ants crawling on my skin all at once." The teen stressed through scratches.
"Scratching isn't going to fix the problem, Stiles" Derek claimed, as he walked further into his loft.
"Yeah, try telling that to my achy skin."
Derek rolled his eyes and placed his leather jacket on the coffee table by the couch.
"Come on, man. Please?" Stiles begged with sad puppy dog eyes and a pouty face.
"Scott already did it and it didn't work, obviously." The alpha said, trying to avoid touching the teen as much as possible.
"Yeah, but he didn't use his wolf claws and teeth on me."
What?!
"I need it Derek, I need your sharp claws and teeth on my body, now."
A groan rumbled in Derek's chest, his cock twitch downstairs and his eyes turn red briefly, before he shook the thoughts out of his head, making his eyes go back to their normal color.
"Absolutely not." The alpha snapped.
"Come on, I know you can control yourself. You have years of experience, unlike Scott. Please?"
Derek let out a heavy sigh, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. The teen was relentless. He knew if he didn't just agree the boy would never shut up.
"Fine, I'll do it."
"Oh, thank you!" He replied happily.
"Lay back on the couch, it will make this easier," Derek instructed.
Stiles watched as Derek's eyes turned red and his claws and teeth came out and a shiver ran down his spine.
"Hurry!" He stressed, as he felt the itching intensify.
Derek got on top of the teen, and slipped his manly claw-tipped hands under Stiles's shirt and brought his mouth to the boy's jugular.
"Whatever you do, don't make any sudden movements." He said huskily.
Stiles swallowed hard before breathlessly saying, "Okay."
Derek bit down on the teen's skin and dug his nails into Stiles's pinkish flesh.
"Oh, fuck." Stiles groaned out, wrapping his arms around Derek's back, eagerly.
Derek hissed.
"What did I say?"
"Sorry, it just feels so fucking good. Please don't stop."
Derek grumbled under his breath and went back to clawing Stiles back and nibbling on his neck.
"Oh yes, right there!"
The alpha began to grind against the teen lying underneath, trying to ease the growing tension in his pants.
"Wha… Ahh!" Stiles pushed the alpha back.
"Dude, did you just hump my leg?"
"Do you want relief or not?" Derek spat.
"Yes."
"Then shut up and let me work my magic."
Derek didn't wait for a response as he brought his mouth back down on the boy's milky neck, letting his fangs sink into the flesh before nibbling and sucking hard. His claws rolled around on the teen's itchy back, edging him on as the alpha's hardened cock rubbed roughly against the thigh of his jeans.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck! Mmmm, don't stop! Don't stop! Stiles groaned.
The alpha growled out moving quicker, faster, being less cautious as his nails dug deep and his fangs drew some blood, before he licked the area clean.
"Oh, Derek! Not so rough you gonna break me."
The alpha heavily panting in his own world as he continued his actions.
"Derek?"
The humping grew quicker, needier.
"Derek?!"
Stiles pulled on Derek's hair causing the alpha to growl furiously, moving his face away from the teen's neck to view his opponent only to meet the teen's scared face.
His red eyes changed back to their natural color and realization dawned on him.
"Ok, Stiles. Don't worry, I got Deaton. Derek what are you doing?!" Scott voiced as he walked through the loft, seeing the wolf on top of his friend.
Derek immediately got up and walked away, worried about his control at the moment.
"I was helping your friend. What you should have been doing." He snapped from across the room.
"I don't think mounting him was necessary." Scott voiced somewhat amused.
"Whatever. Take your friend and go. It's not my problem."
Hold on, Derek, he has to be treated before he can go." Deaton voiced, reminding the others he was there.
Derek huffed annoyed and crossed his hands to his chest, "Make it quick."
Stiles, I was told of your condition and the only thing you need is an oatmeal bath, but someone needs to help bathe you." Deaton explained as he held out a bag of ingredients.
"Ok. Any takers? Scott?" The teen asked, looking at his friend.
"Uh, I would, dude, but I don't really want to see you naked and I don't think you would be comfortable with it either," Scott said feeling uneasy at the thought.
"Point taken. Ok, Doc, I guess you're up." Stiles replied as he got up from the couch.
"Think again."
"Pardon?"
"This rash is very contagious to humans. I can't touch you. Only a wolf can do it. So, that just leaves Derek." Deaton claimed, looking toward the wolf.
"I guess I'll do it," Derek said with a shrug.
"Are you sure you are up to it?" Deaton asked noticing the tent in the wolf's pants.
Derek covered it up with his hands.
"Of course. I can control myself."
"Very well, I'll leave Stiles in your care." Deaton voiced, handing Derek the bag of items before heading for the door.
"See you, Dude," Scott called out, heading to the exit as well.
"What? You're just gonna leave me alone, with him?" Stiles replied shocked.
"You'll be fine. Besides, from the sounds I heard earlier, you weren't putting up much of a struggle." Scott said with a smirk.
Stiles blushed, "You heard that?"
"Just the end half, call me if you need anything," Scott said before shutting the door behind him.
Stiles trembled as Derek ran the sponge over his body soothingly. He couldn't help his cock standing up, aroused by the pampering session.
He blushed.
"Bend forward." The alpha said in a tense voice.
"Wha…what?" The teen stressed.
"I need to soak your whole body, bend forward."
Stiles did as told and gasped as Derek rubbed his ass with the sponge, he spent a good five minutes rubbing his round cheeks before the teen cleared his throat.
"I think my ass is good, Derek."
He then felt the wolf slide the sponge up his back again and felt what could only be described as a naked hard body press against him.
"Derek…wha?"
"I have to clean your whole body, including the inside too."
He said huskily, sticking the head of his cock in the teen's hole.
"Oh, fuck." Stiles said grabbing onto the sink countertop for support.
"You want that. Don't you, Stiles?"
"Ye…yes. Oh yes, please clean my insides." He moaned.
The alpha slid his cock further inside, stretching the teen's tight hole.
"Ohhh, so full."
Derek grabbed his hips and Stiles felt the pricks of sharpness from his claws, telling him Derek transformed into his wolf.
"Oh, fuck." he gasped as the alpha started to slam his swollen cock deep inside, leaving nothing untouched.
"Fuck, fuck fuck! Der…Derek!"
The wolf growled against the teen's neck before latching on as he moved in and out of him with need. The sound of his balls slapping against the teen's thighs and the sounds of pants and jerking noises filled the air as Stiles eagerly grabbed his cock needing his release, tugging away, trying to keep up with the wolf's fast pace.
Once done, Derek let out a throaty growl and shot his load deep inside, satisfying Stiles's aching inside and the teen creamed soon after, spraying the lower cabinets below the bathroom sink.
"Oh, fuck." Stiles said exhausted and completely satisfied, resting his head on the cool marble countertop with a lazy smile on his lips.
Once Stiles was done with his shower he glanced up at his reflection in the mirror. His back was covered in pink scratches and his neck had a few bite marks, one actually pierced the skin a bit and there was a pinkish-purple hickey on the side of his neck.
"Stiles, I'm home!" The sheriff called from downstairs.
"All right Dad, I'll be right there!"
Stiles touched the bite marks on his neck and smiled.
"Definitely going to have to wear my hoodie for a while, but it's so worth it."