"Bang, bang!" On the bathroom door.

Stiles peaked his head out behind the shower curtain confused by the noise.

"Stiles, It's Danny, open up!"

"I'm taking a shower, Danny. Can you wait a minute?!"

"No, I cannot wait!"

Stiles let out a frustrated sigh, and quickly rinsed any soap off his body, before turning off the water and grabbing a towel to wrap against his wet form. The teen stepped out of the shower, leaving water droplets every step he took, before he stood in front of the bathroom door, unlocking it and swinging it open to meet Danny's unhappy face.

"Chill. I'm done, dude. The bathroom is all yours now." Stiles stated as he tried to move, but the older boy blocked his path.

"Stiles, it's Sunday."

"Yes, I'm well aware of that Danny. What's your point?"

"My point? Stiles what was yesterday?"

"Saturday."

"And the day before that?"

"Uh, Friday?"

"Uh huh, and what gets collected on Friday?"

"Trash?"

"No, that is Tuesday."

"Huh, good to know."

"Stiles, rent! You owe me rent! You said you would give it to me, yet, here it is Sunday and I still have a hand with nothing in it. I told you this is the last time." Danny argued.

"I have your rent. It's just in check form." Stiles said as he headed past his roommate into his room, fishing through his belongings before pulling out the desired check and handing it over to Danny.

"What is this, Stiles?" Danny asked perplexed looking over the rectangle paper.

"My rent, you're welcome."

"This is for five thousand dollars."

"Well, yeah, some of that is for groceries too."

"And it's addressed to you, not me. What is Hale Enterprises?" Danny asked curious.

Stiles quickly snatched the check back, as if, worried it would somehow reveal his secrets.

"I got a new job that pays well, ok? I haven't had a chance to cash it yet, but I'll give you your cut later today."

"You're not doing something illegal for work, are you?" Danny asked, noticing Stiles's nervous energy.

"Me? Never."

"Uh huh, just make sure you hand me your rent for the last two months by tonight's end."

"No problem, Danny. I was thinking of reopening a bank account today, anyway."

"Stiles, it's Sunday. Banks are closed on Sundays."

"Really? Damn. Well, I'll see what I can do. I know someone with bank connections." Stiles said before heading into his room to change.

"Uh-huh, sure you do. Why couldn't I have just roomed with some normal responsible roommate?" Danny babbled to himself out in the living room.

"I can hear you!" Stiles called out.

"Good, maybe it will actually seep into your brain. I'm going to work. Remember, rent tonight, no excuse!" Danny called out heading to the door.

"Yeah-yeah," Stiles replied from his room as the front door shut.

After he was changed, he took out his phone and started to dial the familiar number, only to be met with a busy tone. The teen huffed and searched for the business card he had and tried dialing the main number.

"Hale Enterprises, Lydia Martin speaking, how may I help you?"

"Hey Lydia, it's Stiles."

She sighed on the line before replying.

"Stiles, Mr. Hale is very busy today. He told me he was not taking any calls. He has a lot of last-minute work to catch up on. If you would like to leave a message…"

"Umm, yeah. Tell him it's important, something came up and I need to open a bank account today. Sooner rather than later. Uh, thanks."

"You do realize the bank is not open on Sundays, right?"

"Yeah, I heard."

"Ok then," Lydia replied before ending the call.

Stiles sighed frustrated when he was met with a dead tone.

Ten minutes went by before his phone started to ring. He eagerly picked it up.

"Hello!?"

"Stiles, you can not call my office anytime you like. My receptionist is getting suspicious and that is not a good thing." Derek voiced.

"I know, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have called if it wasn't a big deal but my roommate is on my case about rent, and I have your check but I haven't been able to cash it yet. Also, I still need a bank account, so I figured we could get both done today. By the way, why are you even at work on a Sunday, isn't that like against the rules for jobs or something?"

"Stiles, My practice is open on Sundays for emergencies only, and it just so happens I have an emergency deadline to get to. I'm very busy. I can't drop everything every time you call or text. I have a business to run here. Just cash the check and pay your rent. We can worry about the bank account stuff later. Besides, the bank isn't even open today."

"I know, that's what everyone keeps telling me but I figured with the connections you have you should be able to get me in, right? Besides, how do you think it would look if I go to the bank by myself with a five thousand dollar check to cash, when I don't even have a bank account currently?" The teen questioned.

"Hmm, good point. All right, I'll make some calls and see what I can do, no promises."

"Ok, thanks again. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Derek and Stiles got out of the car and headed into the bank.

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver. I can't believe you got them to open up just for you. You must be very profitable to the bank."

"Well, I was lucky enough that the manager and some staff are here for a meeting today, and that I'm a very loyal long-time client of theirs, that, and, I told them this was an emergency situation, which it better be." He warned.

"Oh, trust me, it is. If I didn't get this done, I would be homeless."

"You're telling me your own parents wouldn't take you in?

"My mom passed away many years ago, and my dad, he doesn't know his son is a failure, and I kind of want to keep it that way."

Before Derek could respond, a female bank employee opened the front door for them, allowing them inside.

"Hello, Mr. Hale." The lady said sweetly.

"Hello Heidi, how are you today?" Derek replied smiling at her.

She blushed slightly, giggling a bit.

"Oh, I'm good Mr. Hale. Please, have a seat, someone will be with you shortly." She said gesturing to the fancy waiting area, before heading back to her desk.

"I see your charm works on the ladies too." Stiles voiced taking a seat.

Derek chuckled just as a serviceman in uniform came over to them.

"Can I get you anything, sir? Cappuccino or Champagne perhaps?"

"Yeah, I'll take some cookies and milk, if you have it, thanks." Stiles said.

The man looked him over strangely. "I beg your pardon."

"He's kidding, he likes to do that from time to time." Derek said forcing a chuckle, before adding, He'll have a Cappuccino, thank you."

The man nodded, "And for you, sir?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

"Very well, one cappuccino, coming up." The man said, heading off to the beverage lounge.

"I know you like to joke, Stiles, but try not to embarrass me here. I do a lot of business with this bank and would like to still be able to after this."

"Who is joking? I missed breakfast. I'm hungry, milk and cookies sound good."

Derek let out a heavy sigh, before stating, "Just behave."

"Fine."

"Thank you."

"you're welcome…Daddy."

Derek gave him a warning look as Stiles chuckled a bit.

"All right, I'll be good."

"Here you are sir, a cappuccino… and some butter cookies."

"Oh, awesome. Thank you, Alfred."

Derek stifled a chuckle before shaking his head in disapproval.

"Whose Alfred?" The serviceman asked confused.

"He is referring to the movie Batman, don't mind him, he is still in the growing-up phase," Derek answered.

"Oh, very well, sir. Well, if you require my services again, my name is Winston. Don't hesitate to call me over."

"Cool, we'll do that, Jeeves." Stiles said stuffing his mouth with cookies.

"Please forgive his lack of manners, he didn't have breakfast this morning. Thank you for your help, Winston." Derek apologized.

"Very well, sir. The bank manager should be with you shortly." The serviceman said before walking off.

"Get your act together, right now, or I'm taking you home." Derek snapped at Stiles.

"What are you going to do Derek, take me over your knee and spank me?" He mused.

"Don't tempt me," Derek said squirming in his seat as if trying to get comfortable.

Stiles smirked.

"Are you getting turned on, Daddy? Is the thought of having me over your knee, turning you on?"

"Stop it."

"Oh, come on, this is just starting to get interesting. Daddy is a freak, who would have thought?" Stiles said breaking out into laughter.

"Stiles, stop it. I mean it."

"You could always take me in the bathroom, Daddy."

"Stiles quit calling me that, and the bathroom is hardly sanitary."

"Are you kidding? this place is like the Taj Mahal of banks, I bet they have a damn butler in the bathroom." He joked.

"All the more reason not to use the bathroom in such a manner."

"What, don't tell me you're shy. Besides, It might be thrilling getting it on in a stall with someone close by, possibly listening."

"Who's the freak again?" Derek asked.

"Guilty as charged. But that's all for your benefit. That is, if you use me right, Daddy." Stiles teased.

"Stiles, why must you defy me and tease me all the time?"

"Because… it's fun, and secretly you love it." He said giving him a playful wink.

"Mr. Hale, always nice to see you." An old man with a bald head and a gray mustache, wearing fancy black dress clothes came over to greet him.

Derek smiled pleasantly, getting up from his seat, and giving Stiles a light pat on the shoulder as a gesture to stand up.

"Nice to see you as well, Mr. Hopkins." He said, shaking his hand.

The bank manager looked over at Stiles curious.

"And who is this young lad, your son?"

Stiles chuckled before repeating the word in amusement. "Son."

"Uh, no, this is my um…nephew, Stiles."

"Well, any family member of yours is a friend of ours." The manager said with a cheesy grin.

"Thank you," Derek replied.

"So, what can I do for you today, Mr. Hale?"

"Well, I was hoping you could help open up an account for my nephew here," Derek said patting Stiles on the back as the teen forced a grin at the bank manager.

Mr. Hopkins frowned, "Mr. Hale, my secretary told me this was an emergency."

"Oh, it is. Excuse us for a moment, nephew." Derek said causing Stiles to roll his eyes as Derek started walking away with Mr. Hopkins as he spoke.

"You see Mr. Hopkins, my brother-in-law is a very wealthy man, and he wants his son to have his own bank account at this very fine establishment you have created here. He is in a bit of a rush to get it open sooner rather than later, since he has some money coming in from the Swizz Alps, and he has mentioned if he is satisfied with your efforts, he would be more than happy to send some of his most wealthy clients your way. I hope our coming today isn't too much of an inconvenience for you." Derek sweet-talked.

Mr. Hopkins's smile grew, "Oh, it's no inconvenience at all."

They walked back over to Stiles who was waiting off to the side, eyeing the massive bank.

"Stiles, is it? Come on over, we here at, Luxury Banking, would be happy to open an account for you." Mr. Hopkins said happily, walking Stiles and Derek over to his office.

The older man sat at his dark cherry wood desk and started to type away at his computer as Derek and Stiles sat in a pair of expensive leather chairs.

"Now, how much money would you like to start off with?" Mr. Hopkins asked excitedly.

Stiles pulled out his wrinkled check, opening it up with a loud crisp snap before handing it over.

"Five thousand smack-a-roos."

"Only five thousand?" The bank manager said as if unimpressed.

"For now, but after the Alps deposit, that number should be quite higher." Derek chimed in.

Stiles gave him a weird look but let it go.

"Oh yes, the Alps. How are the Swizz Alps doing, by the way?" Mr. Hopkins asked Stiles.

"Uh, good, still cold as ever."

Mr. Hopkins laughed, "Oh, he has a sense of humor, this one."

"You have no idea," Derek retorted.

"Well, you are all set up, Stiles. You can start withdrawing or depositing money at any time."

"Super, thanks man," Stiles said getting up.

The old man offered his hand to shake, in which, Stiles slapped him five.

Mr. Hopkins looked at him oddly, then down at his hand, taking it back.

Derek grumbled under his breath as he stood up to shake the man's hand next.

"Thank you again, Mr. Hopkins." He said giving his hand a good firm shake.

"It's always a pleasure to see you, Mr. Hale. Will that be all for today?"

"Actually, would you mind terribly if I use the bathroom before I go? That cappuccino just suddenly hit me." Derek voiced.

"No problem. Happens all the time."

"Thanks again," Derek said before guiding Stiles toward the fancy bathroom.

*In the bathroom*

"Ok, I was wrong about the butler thing, but it's sparkling clean, I bet someone comes and cleans this bathroom by the hour." Stiles voiced.

Derek hurried him inside, and bent down looking under the stalls.

"What are you doing, trying to sneak a peek?" Stiles asked, eying him strangely.

Derek gave him an annoyed look before answering, "Making sure no one else is in here."

"Why, are you a shy pee-er?"

Stiles watched as Derek went to the main door and turned the notch, locking them inside.

"No. So, I can do what I've been wanting to do ever since you opened your mouth today." He said coming slowly over, rubbing his hardened cock through his expensive gray dress pants.

Stiles met his lustful eyes, glancing down at Derek's tented pants, licking his lips playfully, before looking back up into his eyes once more.

Derek came closer and grabbed the back of Stiles's hair roughly, making him gasp in surprise.

"Take your pants and underwear off and get down on your hands and knees." He ordered harshly.

"Yes, Daddy."

Derek continued to rub himself through his pants as Stiles did as instructed, his hands and knees touching the cold hard surface as he eyed the white marbled floor in front of him, ready and waiting for Derek's touch.

Suddenly he felt the harsh sting of Derek's manly hand making contact with his left cheek, causing him to gasp, and his eyes to widen.

The sound of the slap echoed in the bathroom.

One slap became two, then, three.

Stiles was moaning by the fourth slap, arching his now pink ass towards Derek, wanting more.

"Fuck, you're such a slut." Derek said running his manly hands over both of the teen's pink mounds.

"Only for you, Daddy."

Derek slapped him once more.

"Mmmm." Stiles moaned.

"Keep it that way," Derek said huskily, quickly working on his pants to let his swollen cock out of its confinement.

"You know, I could fuck you right now, in here." Derek teased, rubbing the tip of his leaky cock against Stiles's crack, before moving the tip in rotations against the teen's achy hole.

"Yes, Daddy. Please." Stiles begged, arching his butt up even more, trying to get Derek to enter him.

Derek groaned, pulling back.

"But I'm not going to."

"What?" Stiles asked alarmed, his own cock was hard and dripping precum on the ground beneath him.

"Naughty boys deserve to be punished."

"Come on, Daddy, don't leave me needy like this."

A moment later, Stiles felt a wet thick finger enter his tight hole.

He gasped and moaned as a second was shortly added.

"Ohh, yes, Daddy. Rub me deep inside, please."

"Are you going to be a good boy from now on?" Derek asked as he stroked his cock with his free hand, while fingering Stiles with his other.

"Ye-yes, Daddy, please. I need more." He moaned, buckling his hips back against Derek's digits, needy.

After a couple of minutes of play, Derek removed his fingers much to Stiles's dismay, causing the teen to whimper at the loss.

"Daddy please, I need you."

"Patience."

Derek parted Stiles's ample cheeks and spit on his hole, letting his saliva coat the outside as the teen moaned at the feeling of the warm, slippery wetness. Derek used his precum as a lubrication, coating himself as best as he could with it before quickly positioning his thick cock at Stiles's entrance and slowly pushing inside.

Both guys groaned out at the feeling.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight," Derek said, grabbing ahold of Stiles's hips as he started to thrust into him.

"Uhh, Daddy, yes, fuck me."

"Uh, careful what you… uhh, wish for," Derek grunted, picking up his speed, thrusting deep and hard into Stiles down below.

"Yes, yes, Daddy, don't stop! Right there, right fucking there!" Stiles moaned out as Derek's cock pushed and rubbed against his sensitive prostate, his voice echoing in the empty bathroom.

"Uhh, fuck Stiles, you're clenching my cock like a fucking vice," Derek stressed, gripping the teen's hips hard, digging his nails into his soft flesh, leaving marks.

"Fuck, Derek, I'm close." Stiles gasped and began stroking his pinkish cock, eager for relief.

"Ohh, I'm close too." Derek groaned, thrusting faster as his balls tightened.

The sound of bodies slapping and moans filled the air.

"Cum for me Daddy, please. Fill me up." Stiles voiced, buckling his hips back to meet Derek's strong thrust.

"Ahh, Stiles!" Derek called out as he pumped his large load into the teen's awaiting hole.

"Ohh, yes, yes!" Stiles moaned, cumming all over the floor below him.

"Fuck, that was hot." Stiles panted out, as he rolled onto his back, trying to catch his breath.

Derek looked just as thoroughly fucked as the teen did, his chest was moving up and down harshly in his white dress shirt, his cheeks flushed, sweat on his forehead, his cock tired and dripping some drops of leftover cum.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked, noticing the deep nail marks he left on Stiles's hips.

Stiles looked down at his body, seeing the marks for the first time.

"Yeah, I'm good. You can mark me all you want, just keep fucking me like that and we are all good."

Derek chuckled, "Come on, let's get cleaned up before we get thrown out of this place."