Fanfiction: Teen Wolf: Interactions of Change: Chapter 07
A/N: I don’t know to much about werewolf lore or anything so I just made it up as I went and a little of what I’ve seen in movies and such. So if that bothers you, then you should not bother reading. This story takes place after the sixth episode but Stiles doesn’t tell the sheriff it was Derek, only Scott does, and it doesn’t fallow any of the storyline after that.
Chapter 07
Stiles woke alone, like every morning his dad was home and he wasn’t sick, Derek had already disappeared so he wouldn’t be found out. He preferred waking up next to the werewolf; his room seemed a lot colder with out his over heated body there to keep him warm. Derek was a cuddler not that he would ever admit it, but he was always touching curling around the brunet and he’d grown to like it, to need it. Since his mother died six years ago there was a lot less physical contact, his dad wasn’t much of a hugger he was awkward about it when he tried, and the teen hadn’t realized how much he missed things like that.
Groaning he rolled out of bed and went and got ready for school. His father was already gone when he got to the kitchen and he smiled at Derek who was seated at the table a cup of coffee, Stiles’ favorite in front of his chair. Instead of going straight for the coffee he opted for going for the werewolf wrapping his arms around the pale mans neck and kissing him deeply. The tattooed man smirked into the kiss wrapping his arms around the teen’s waist and pulling him into his lap.
“Good morning.” Stiles said cheerfully as he pulled back to breath.
“Morning.” Derek told him pressing his forehead against the other mans. “What was that for?” He asked raising an eyebrow.
“Just missed you.” The brunet said smiling brightly before giving him another quick kiss before getting up and making himself a bowl of highly sugar coated cereal. After he finished eating and grabbed his bag Derek drove him to school.
“Obviously you’re aloud near Scott now but you still are not to go near Allison.” Derek said receiving an eye roll from the quirky teen.
“No worries there.” The teen said kissing the wolf on the lips before getting out of the car and heading into the school.
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Stiles was in Chemistry and his nerves were going haywire, his creepy teacher kept watching him not even making an effort to hide it. Danny and him were working as lab partners, the Puerto Rican teen taking over most of the work on account that he couldn’t keep his hands steady enough to not spill something. “I wish he would stop staring at me.” The brown eyes teen whined piteously leaning his head on the other teens shoulder pouting.
“Stiles I am trying to poor dangerous chemicals stop leaning on me.” Danny told him not taking his eyes off of the experiment.
“Sorry” Stiles said straightening up and sending a glare towards his teacher who just kept staring. “He is being creepy though right?” The pale skinned ten asked rubbing the back of his neck, his skin was prickling with his agitation.
“Yeah you should probably mention it to Derek.” Danny said glancing at the teacher in concern. He hadn’t thought about it at the time but Mr. Harris had asked about Stiles everyday the teen had been out. He looked over at the quirky teen in concern but didn’t say anything to the teen though not wanting to upset the teen further. He didn’t realize how jumpy the burnet was getting until it was too late and he ended up spilling their experiment all over the floor.
“Shit, Sorry, sorry.” Stiles said his eyes huge and his mouth hanging open in an ‘oh no’ way as the taller teen just stared at the liquid smoking on their work table and floor.
“Mr. Stilinski you will stay after calls so we can talk about your accident.” Mr. Harris called loudly as he swept a crossed the room to a cabinet in the back of the room that held cleaning supplies.
“It really wasn’t his fault.” Danny tried as the teacher came back.
“This is not up for debate.” The blonde teacher told him firmly before bending down and cleaning up the grayish colored liquid while Stiles and Danny stood off to the side. The tanned skinned teen gave the other an apologetic smile before grabbing his bag and telling him they’d be waiting on the lacrosse field for him. He gave the teacher an uneasy look, but they were in school so he didn’t think he’d do anything that could harm his friend.
Stiles stood there fiddling with the hem of his shirt and tapping his foot, his nerves jumping as he looked anywhere but at his teacher. He hadn’t realized the man had moved from his kneeling position on the floor till he heard the door closing. He jumped spinning around and almost falling onto the ground the teacher coming over to stand over him light green eyes boring into him through thick glasses.
“So you wanted to talk to me?” Stiles asked shying away from the teacher who was standing far too close to be socially accepted.
“Yes.” Mr. Harris said and continued to stare at him stepping even closer.
“So you don’t believe in the personal bubble.” Stiles said feeling extremely uncomfortable as he resisted the urge to run form the room sure that, that would lead to a detention. “Personally I am a firm believer in the bubble.” He said quickly stepping back and fanning his arms out around him. “This is my bubble. Your bubble shouldn’t enter mine.” He said nodding his head as he spoke making a face as he was ignored and the man was again in his bubble.
“Wh-What are you doing?” Stiles asked his brow furrowed a frown marring his face as pale hands cupped his cheeks pulling his face close. He felt his breath coming faster his lungs refusing to take in enough air and his fear rising as the man in front of him stared deeply into his eyes.
“What are you?” Mr. Harris asked frowning at him, his thumbs running a crossed the pale skin of the teens cheeks.
“I’m a Stiles” He said pulling away from the man only to have the grip tighten painfully on him.
“No, no what are you, why is sh-” Mr. Harris was questioning his eyes large, bugged out anger coating his voice when he was interrupted.
“Mr. Harris the pr-” A pretty blonde freshmen started as she walked into the room her hair bouncing. She stopped abruptly her pale blue eyes wide as she stared at the two of them.
“I’ll just be going.” Stiles announced using the mans lax grip to make a hasty retreat not caring if he ended up with detention, which he doubted would happen after another student walked in on that inappropriate display. He felt slightly calmer as he rushed down the hallway the distance helping him feel better, he spotted Scott down the hall way and walked towards him needing the presence of a pack member to calm him down without Derek he’d have to do.
His eyed widened and he veered left as he saw Allison come out of the girls wash room, her face turning angry as she spotted the curly haired wolf. He had no desire to get in the middle of that, plus angering Derek just made him angsty and he liked the wolf better when he wasn’t brooding. He made his way out to the lacrosse field his pace hurrying as he spotter Danny and Jackson practicing.
“What the hell?” Jackson asked in annoyance as the burnet pounced on him. The blonde ended up on his back with Stiles’ head pillowed on his chest, the smaller teen breathing on the erratic side. “Stiles what’s wrong?” He asked his annoyance melting into concern as he smelled the fear still coming off of the teen and the quick beat of his heart speeding to fast.
“Stiles what’s wrong?” Danny asked concerned as the pale skinned benchwarmer said nothing for a long time. He sat down next to them glaring at the blonde when he attempted to push the teen from him effectively stopping that from happening. “Come on speak to us.” He tried again running his hand along the clearly shaken teens back.
“Nothing, I’m just feeling nervous and jumpy.” Stiles lied not wanting to talk about Mr. Harris’ weird behavior, talking about it meant having to think about it which he did not want to do.
“Just tell us what happened.” Jackson said even if he hadn’t heard the skip of his heart beat he still would have known the quirky teen was lieing. Stiles pouted but answered turning his head so he was looking out at the grassy field his head still pillowed on the co-captains chest.
Danny and Jackson were looking between each other and the quirky teen torn between worry and outrage at the teacher’s behavior. “Let me see your face.” Jackson said maneuvering the teen using him as a pillow into a seated position keeping his body close, a small growl left him as his enhanced sight aloud him to pick up the faint bruising a crossed the teens cheek bones. “Derek is not going to be happy.” The blonde said frowning.
“Does he have to know I’m a big fan of just ignoring the problem?” Stiles said with a hopeful looking, his face falling at the unmoving frown he received from both teens. “He’s just going to get all angry and over protective.” He said pouting, as freaked out as he’d been by Mr. Harris’ weird behavior he didn’t want to tell Derek it was only going to upset the werewolf.
“He needs to know and if you don’t tell him I will.” Jackson told him tensing as he spotted Lydia walking a crossed the field towards them a determined look on her face.
“Jackson, can I talk to you.” The pretty red head asked though they all knew it was an order, her chin up and hip jutted out. Jackson let out a small growl barely audible as Danny tensed beside him looking mildly uncomfortable but got up to speak to her anyway pulling her away form the other two.
“You okay?” Stiles asked looking over at his friend in concern.
“Yeah I’m fine, he won’t talk about their relationship, he said he was dealing with it and that’s it.” The goalie said frowning as he heard the first bell ring. “Come on lets get to class.” Danny said standing up and pulling Stiles with him before heading towards the school not looking back.
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Stiles sighed feeling nervous as the last bell rang, walking into the hall to his locker he made it a point to look for any suspicious plants before grabbing the stuff he needed. He was not looking forward to telling Derek about his incident during lunch. Sighing he slammed his locker shut and headed outside Danny catching up to him. “Hey.” He said smiling at his teammate.
“Hey, do you want to study?” Danny asked gnawing at his bottom lip, he didn’t look happy his face sad and his posture slumped.
“Yeah man of course.” Stiles answered giving him a smile, he wanted to ask what was wrong suspecting it had something to do with Lydia and Jackson but decided to wait till they were out of school to bring it up.
“Cool I’ll be over in a couple hours, my brother is in town so we have to do family dinner.” Danny said a fond smile crossing his face as he thought of his family before heading towards the parking lot as Stiles made his way to the camaro waiting a crossed the field. As soon as the door was closed the werewolf was pulling him closer into his body over the column in the middle awkwardly into the man’s lap.
“What are you doing?” Stiles asked even as he relaxed into the embrace as much as possible, the werewolf snuffling at his neck making small growling noises.
“Jackson texted me about what happened today.” Derek told him his voice a growl his arms strong around the teen. Jackson had waited till school was almost out to text him in hopes that he wouldn’t barge into the school looking for the brunet, and it had taken all of his self control and the knowledge that the teen would be out any minute to keep him from doing just that. “You weren’t going to tell me.” He growled out accusingly his anger clear, he could smell the teacher on the teen as well as Danny, however he could smell Jackson the strongest growling not pleased at all by this.
“Only because I didn’t want you to get all angry and over protective.” Stiles whined gasping lowly as sharp teeth scrapped a crossed his neck the man clearly wolfed out. “We are in front of the school.” He moaned out as they scrapped again clawed hands running along his body. “We can’t do this here people will see.” He hissed as a clawed hand cupped him through his jeans a growl coming from the man behind him.
“Buckle your seatbelt.” Derek breathed pushing the teen into his seat. As soon as the brown eyed teen was strapped in he speed off going well over the speed limit.
“Where are we going?” He asked holding onto the edge of his seat gulping. He didn’t receive an answer but a clawed hand stroked a crossed the mark on his neck calming him before it returned to the wheel. When the car finally stopped they were by a cliff that over looked the town. “Why are we up here?” Stiles asked confused. “You aren’t angry enough to push me off a cliff are you?” He joked his eyes wide as he looked over at the werewolf feeling slightly nervous, the nervousness melted away and pooled hotly in his stomach at the heated look he received.
“Your dad is home early.” Derek said as if it held the answer to his question which it didn’t really, however coupled with the heated look he got the idea.
(So here we have some smut.)
“Oh.” Stiles said smiling broadly. “Just cant keep your hands off me, I am pretty irresistible.” The teen teased laughing as he was pulled to straddle the other mans lap. The position was awkward the steering wheel was prodding at his back as his knee pressed hard against the seatbelt but none of that mattered as the werewolf was kissing him sharp teeth scraping against his bottom lip bringing blood to the surface. His chest was flush against the black haired mans as he tried to avoid hitting the steering wheel as the kiss was deepened clawed hands running up his shirt caressing his skin leaving little red marks in there wake.
Derek pulled away from kiss swollen lips and trailed down pale skin nipping and kissing his way to a long neck biting and sucking. He pulled away laughing a little as the brunet arched his back and hit his head on the roof of the car receiving a glare. “It’s not funny.” Stiles told him with a very unamused look on his face still glaring at the werewolf beneath him.
“You’re hard headed you’ll be fine.” He said his voice less of a growl as he pulled the wolf back in a little, sharp teeth and bright eyes still showing but claws retracting as the teen stuck his tongue out at him. “Outside.” Derek instructed popping the door open and holding in a laugh as the teen awkwardly flopped out before steeping out as well and pulling the teen from where he had landed on the ground pressing him against the car. His wolf was happier now that he couldn’t smell Jackson or anyone else as much but he wanted to eradicate anyone else’s scent from the teen.
Stiles let out a moan heat rushing through him excited by the fact that he was currently pressed against the Camaro out in the open the werewolf’s hands all over his body touching everywhere. Ever since he’d seen the sleek black vehicle and the man it belonged to he’d thought about what it would be like to be pressed against it in this way. He felt even more excitement as his shirt was stripped and he felt the cool glass of the window and the metal against his back pressing against his flesh.
Derek smirked, a little growl coming out as he smelled the increasing arousal each inhale of the teen just arousing him more as he stroked his fingers a crossed soft skin. Stiles moaned as suddenly his chest was pressed against the hood of the car the older mans clothed chest pressed firmly to his back a hot mouth sucking as his neck. The werewolf fumbled with the teens belt and jeans finally succeeding he pulled them down lightly muscled legs his nose trailing through the hair on one of them as he made his way down slipping shoes and socks off before pulling the garments all the way off leaving the teen naked.
Pulling back and standing Derek admired the sight of the quirky teen leaned over his car ass in the air tempting him. “Stiles spread your cheeks with your hands. Spread them for me.” The werewolf said the growl coming back into his voice his cock throbbing so hard it nearly hurt as he watched the brunet do as told. He licked his lips looking at that tempting hole winking at him in invitation before he was down on his kneed and plunging his tongue into it pulling a moan from the willing body he was tongue fucking.
Stiles groaned as that talented tongue just barely flicked a crossed that bundle of nerves wishing for more as his rock hard cock rubbed against the side of the car the cool meddle just adding another edge to his arousal. “Derek please” He whined the hands on his thighs tightening there grip the werewolf’s hands tipped in claws again bringing a shiver forth as precum leaked form his cock.
Derek pulled his tongue out with a soft wet sounds and licked his was up the brunets body his hands fallowing along squirming sides as he made his was up a rippling spine. He concentrated on pulling the wolf back as he smelled himself on the teen his saliva leaving more of him on the pale skin. He bit softly at the base of Stiles’ pale neck with his dulled teeth licking over it as he nosed along the hair line his hand trailing to his waistband.
“Derek.” Stiles whined the man was taking to long, he wanted him, and he wanted him now. “Hurry.” He demanded grounding back against the man’s still clothed cock, receiving a growl. “Please, please, please.” He begged not caring how this would look to anyone else, all he could think about at this point was having the werewolf’s cock buried as deep as possible.
Derek let out another growl as he finally got his pants undone and his cock was springing free precum already leaking from the tip. Hurriedly he grabbed a package of lube he’d picked up earlier in the day from his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth making a face as some of it got into his mouth. “Derek” The teen moaned his name again and he ignored the foul taste and quickly coated his cock before lining it up with the puckering hole and pressing in.
“Finally.” Stiles moaned out as the throbbing cock was finally entering him. The brunet let out a whine as the man over him stilled not moving after he had fully sheathed himself in the teen. He tried rocking against the man but hands were on his hips holding him still keeping him from moving. “Move!” He demanded in almost a growl still trying to move despite the vice grip on his hips.
“Some one is impatient today.” Derek said chuckling, it was taking a lot for him not to thrust in and out of that tight heat clenching around him but he was enjoying teasing the teen at lest for a little bit. He was sure he wasn’t going to be able to hold out against the teen’s demands much longer, he wanted this just as much as the lacrosse player.
“Derek.” He whined again unable to get a sarcastic comment out when he was so focused on the cock throbbing deliciously within him. “Please, please just move.” He begged again and that seemed to be what the man was waiting for as he finally pulled out and thrust back in, one strong hand trailing up his back and wrapping loosely around his neck keeping him still as a fast hard pace was set. He moaned again as the angle was changed the hand on his neck tightening slightly and his prostate was stroked over and over again.
“You beg so pretty.” Derek growled in his ear as he leaned over the younger man pressing him harder against the hood of the car his cock rubbing more firmly against the cool metal of the car. Stiles’ felt his knees rocking against the tire in a way he knew would lead to bruising but he didn’t much care as the pressure began slowly building in his stomach. He was so close, so close he just needed something only he didn’t know what exactly he needed.
“Derek, Derek please.” He begged without knowing exactly what he was begging for. Derek let out another growl and slammed into him harder a few more time, his hips hitting the car painfully but luckily his cock was pressed against the car in a way that didn’t hurt. He moaned out the werewolf’s name as the bit on the side of his neck was bitten again blunt teeth keeping up pressure till the skin broke and the teen was cuming his seed smeared over the side of the car.
Stiles was a mess of puddley limbs blissed out when the cock was suddenly removed form him pulling a whimper from his lips. He was disoriented as he was manhandled onto his knees in front of the black haired man the cock that had been in him moments before pressed to his lips. He ignored where it had just been and opened his mouth letting the werewolf do as he pleased a small hum coming from him as the cock slid into his mouth.
The brunet breathed heavily through his nose relaxing his throat as best he could, tightening his fist around his thumb to help it relax as Derek thrust into his willing mouth. The tattooed man let his hands trail over the teens cock resting on hallowed cheeks letting his thumbs trail along red stretched lips before pressing them in along side his cock and stretching the teen’s mouth open a little wider as he thrust deeper. It wasn’t long before the feeling of Stiles’ mouth around his cock and the view of it thrusting in and out of the brunet had him cuming down the teen throat.
Stiles coughed a little stroking his throat as the man pulled out some pearly white liquid still leaking form him. He rolled his eyes a little as the man rubbed his softening cock against his cheeks hands curled around his scull as he just held him there. After a while Derek pulled him into a standing position pressed against his body as he kissed him deeply hands stroking down his side racking his body with shivers before he pulled away and helped the teen get dressed.
(End Smut)
After he was dressed and Derek had put himself away they just sat on the hood of the sleek black car over looking the town. The werewolf growled at him a little as he whipped his face against his black tee-shirt whipping the remaining cum from his face before settling back down against his broad chest. “I should take you home.” The older man said not moving to do so as the teen simply hummed against his shoulder.
They sat there staring at the town for a few more minutes before Stiles was pulling away and standing up stretching out his pleasantly sore body. “Danny will be over in a bit to study you have to take me home.” He said pulling at the werewolf’s arm to get him to stand. Derek growled but complied pulling the teen into another heated kiss before they got into the car and drove off towards town.
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Stiles entered the house with a broad smile on his face and curly fries in his mouth. “Hey dad.” He said mouth full as he walked into the living room, his father was spread out a crossed the couch feet propped up on the coffee table a beer in hand watching some show about extreme fishing.
“Hi Stiles.” His father greeted patting the seat next to him, the teen smiled happily and plopped down next to him leaning against his side pulling the hoodie closer to his neck just to make sure no marks were showing. “Want a fry?” He asked holding up the container for his father who grabbed a few and stuffed all of them in his mouth.
“I said a fry, one fry.” Stiles told him frowning as he watched his father chew. “You aren’t even supposed to have fries, you know what the doctor said about your cholesterol.” He said glaring at the sheriff and holding the container close to his side protectively.
“I’m the parent and I have a gun if I want fries I will have fries.” The graying man told him taking a sip of his beer. “Your car was still here when I got home, how did you get to school?” He asked to change the subject away from his health looking at his son in suspicion.
“Jackson gave me a ride.” Stiles said shrugging as he ate another curly crunchy golden brown fry smirking as his father eyed the fried potato.
“Are you seeing Jackson?” He father asked with a raised eyebrow causing Stiles to choke on the fry.
“No.” He said glaring at the older man with distaste. “I thought we agreed we weren’t going to talk about this.” He whined glaring as another fry was stolen.
“We agreed we weren’t going to talk about who you wanted to see naked, not on who you were dating.” He said smugly his eyes crinkling as he smirked as his son.
“If I’m dating someone don’t you think I want to see them naked?” Stiles asked grinning as his father paled. “Who are you dating?” He asked to veer the conversation away form whom he was seeing, but became interested as a bright blush covered his fathers cheeks. “You’re seeing someone?” He asked his voice dropping a bit, he wasn’t sure how he felt about this the Sheriff hadn’t dated anyone since his wife had died.
“Lets not talk about this right now, I’m going to go catch some sleep I have to go into work in a few hours.” The older man said standing up quickly clearly uncomfortable as he made his way out of the room and up to his room. Stiles sat there staring at the other side of the room blankly not really looking, he wanted his father to be happy but he wasn’t sure he was ready to see his father date anyone. He felt his heart clench painfully as he thought about his mother a lump suddenly in his throat, shaking his head he went up to his room and started on his homework not wanting to think about his mother, Danny would be there soon and he didn’t want to be caught crying.
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Danny had shown up fifteen minutes ago and they were both laid out a crossed his floor going over their lab notes, the Sheriff had left for work an hour or so before the goalie showed up. “So you want to talk about it?” Stile asked nudging his friend’s shoulder he was still seemed to be in a mopey mood clearly not having talked to Jackson yet.
“I dunno.” Danny said sighing as he dropped the pen he’d been tapping on to his open chemistry book. “He’s just all over the place he’s fine when we’re alone or around you and Derek, but at school he’s distant. I feel like he’s trying to live two different lives.” The Puerto Rican teen said clearly frustrated with how things were going. “He wouldn’t even talk to me after Lydia talked to him.”
“Did you try talking to him?” Stiles asked knowing that Jackson and Danny had no classed together after lunch both had classes with him, but not the same ones.
“No.” Danny said making a face, he was nervous about what talking might lead to, it could be really good or really, really bad. They had been friends since they were kids, he’d had a crush on Jackson for a few years now but their friendship had always kept him from making a move until the blonde had kissed him.
“You should probably talk to him.” Stiles told him leaning his shoulder into the tan skinned teens giving him an encouraging smile.
“Yeah I know.” Danny sighed dropping his head to the book. “I’m scared.” He said feeling pathetic for it, he’d come out to the entire school and his parents but he was terrified of rejection from one pretty blonde. He frowned he hated feeling like this not knowing, it was going to drive him insane.
“You should go see Jackson and talk to him.” Came Derek’s voice from the door startling the two teens.
“Do you know how to knock?” Danny asked as he felt his heart speeding from the scare.
“Yes.” The black haired man told him grinning clearly enjoying creeping up on people much to their annoyance. Stiles simply rolled his eyes shaking his head at the dark haired man. “Go talk to Jackson before he ends up hurting himself by trying to figure things out himself.” Derek said nudging the teen a little harder then necessary with his boot as he walked past and laid out on the bed receiving a glare.
“I’ll talk to you latter Stiles.” Danny said collecting his books and leaving. Stiles got up shortly after the teen had left and laid next to the werewolf on the bed pillowing his head on the muscled arm stretched a crossed the bed.
“So how did training go” Stiles asked after a few minutes tapping his finger along covered abs.
“It didn’t happen both Jackson and Scott spent the entire time whining about Danny and Allison.” Derek growled out clearly annoyed at their behavior. “If they don’t fix their stuff soon I may have to kill them.” He grossed curling over the teen. “Especially Scott.” He said with a sneer, they both knew he wouldn’t but he couldn’t help but wish he didn’t have to deal with two whinny teenage werewolves. Stiles laughed at the wolf’s discomfort, the laugh turning into a moan as his neck was sucked on.
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T.B.C.
A/N: Hope you all liked it.. : ) I wasn’t going to add sex in this chapter I was going to skip a chapter and then add some more sex but it just slipped in there. So I think you guys should let me know if you want to read anything specific sexually between Derek and Stiles no promises I’ll write it but there is always the possibility.
Interactions of Change
Title: Interactions of Change
Category: Teen Wolf
Genre: Drama/ Romance/ Smut
Ratting: M, Smut
Warning: Slash m/m possible spoilers up to and including Lunatic.
Paring: Derek/Stiles, Danny/Jackson
Summary: Derek saves Stiles and bites him in order to protect him.
Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing
Previous Chapters: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06
Chapter 07
Stiles woke alone, like every morning his dad was home and he wasn’t sick, Derek had already disappeared so he wouldn’t be found out. He preferred waking up next to the werewolf; his room seemed a lot colder with out his over heated body there to keep him warm. Derek was a cuddler not that he would ever admit it, but he was always touching curling around the brunet and he’d grown to like it, to need it. Since his mother died six years ago there was a lot less physical contact, his dad wasn’t much of a hugger he was awkward about it when he tried, and the teen hadn’t realized how much he missed things like that.
Groaning he rolled out of bed and went and got ready for school. His father was already gone when he got to the kitchen and he smiled at Derek who was seated at the table a cup of coffee, Stiles’ favorite in front of his chair. Instead of going straight for the coffee he opted for going for the werewolf wrapping his arms around the pale mans neck and kissing him deeply. The tattooed man smirked into the kiss wrapping his arms around the teen’s waist and pulling him into his lap.
“Good morning.” Stiles said cheerfully as he pulled back to breath.
“Morning.” Derek told him pressing his forehead against the other mans. “What was that for?” He asked raising an eyebrow.
“Just missed you.” The brunet said smiling brightly before giving him another quick kiss before getting up and making himself a bowl of highly sugar coated cereal. After he finished eating and grabbed his bag Derek drove him to school.
“Obviously you’re aloud near Scott now but you still are not to go near Allison.” Derek said receiving an eye roll from the quirky teen.
“No worries there.” The teen said kissing the wolf on the lips before getting out of the car and heading into the school.
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Stiles was in Chemistry and his nerves were going haywire, his creepy teacher kept watching him not even making an effort to hide it. Danny and him were working as lab partners, the Puerto Rican teen taking over most of the work on account that he couldn’t keep his hands steady enough to not spill something. “I wish he would stop staring at me.” The brown eyes teen whined piteously leaning his head on the other teens shoulder pouting.
“Stiles I am trying to poor dangerous chemicals stop leaning on me.” Danny told him not taking his eyes off of the experiment.
“Sorry” Stiles said straightening up and sending a glare towards his teacher who just kept staring. “He is being creepy though right?” The pale skinned ten asked rubbing the back of his neck, his skin was prickling with his agitation.
“Yeah you should probably mention it to Derek.” Danny said glancing at the teacher in concern. He hadn’t thought about it at the time but Mr. Harris had asked about Stiles everyday the teen had been out. He looked over at the quirky teen in concern but didn’t say anything to the teen though not wanting to upset the teen further. He didn’t realize how jumpy the burnet was getting until it was too late and he ended up spilling their experiment all over the floor.
“Shit, Sorry, sorry.” Stiles said his eyes huge and his mouth hanging open in an ‘oh no’ way as the taller teen just stared at the liquid smoking on their work table and floor.
“Mr. Stilinski you will stay after calls so we can talk about your accident.” Mr. Harris called loudly as he swept a crossed the room to a cabinet in the back of the room that held cleaning supplies.
“It really wasn’t his fault.” Danny tried as the teacher came back.
“This is not up for debate.” The blonde teacher told him firmly before bending down and cleaning up the grayish colored liquid while Stiles and Danny stood off to the side. The tanned skinned teen gave the other an apologetic smile before grabbing his bag and telling him they’d be waiting on the lacrosse field for him. He gave the teacher an uneasy look, but they were in school so he didn’t think he’d do anything that could harm his friend.
Stiles stood there fiddling with the hem of his shirt and tapping his foot, his nerves jumping as he looked anywhere but at his teacher. He hadn’t realized the man had moved from his kneeling position on the floor till he heard the door closing. He jumped spinning around and almost falling onto the ground the teacher coming over to stand over him light green eyes boring into him through thick glasses.
“So you wanted to talk to me?” Stiles asked shying away from the teacher who was standing far too close to be socially accepted.
“Yes.” Mr. Harris said and continued to stare at him stepping even closer.
“So you don’t believe in the personal bubble.” Stiles said feeling extremely uncomfortable as he resisted the urge to run form the room sure that, that would lead to a detention. “Personally I am a firm believer in the bubble.” He said quickly stepping back and fanning his arms out around him. “This is my bubble. Your bubble shouldn’t enter mine.” He said nodding his head as he spoke making a face as he was ignored and the man was again in his bubble.
“Wh-What are you doing?” Stiles asked his brow furrowed a frown marring his face as pale hands cupped his cheeks pulling his face close. He felt his breath coming faster his lungs refusing to take in enough air and his fear rising as the man in front of him stared deeply into his eyes.
“What are you?” Mr. Harris asked frowning at him, his thumbs running a crossed the pale skin of the teens cheeks.
“I’m a Stiles” He said pulling away from the man only to have the grip tighten painfully on him.
“No, no what are you, why is sh-” Mr. Harris was questioning his eyes large, bugged out anger coating his voice when he was interrupted.
“Mr. Harris the pr-” A pretty blonde freshmen started as she walked into the room her hair bouncing. She stopped abruptly her pale blue eyes wide as she stared at the two of them.
“I’ll just be going.” Stiles announced using the mans lax grip to make a hasty retreat not caring if he ended up with detention, which he doubted would happen after another student walked in on that inappropriate display. He felt slightly calmer as he rushed down the hallway the distance helping him feel better, he spotted Scott down the hall way and walked towards him needing the presence of a pack member to calm him down without Derek he’d have to do.
His eyed widened and he veered left as he saw Allison come out of the girls wash room, her face turning angry as she spotted the curly haired wolf. He had no desire to get in the middle of that, plus angering Derek just made him angsty and he liked the wolf better when he wasn’t brooding. He made his way out to the lacrosse field his pace hurrying as he spotter Danny and Jackson practicing.
“What the hell?” Jackson asked in annoyance as the burnet pounced on him. The blonde ended up on his back with Stiles’ head pillowed on his chest, the smaller teen breathing on the erratic side. “Stiles what’s wrong?” He asked his annoyance melting into concern as he smelled the fear still coming off of the teen and the quick beat of his heart speeding to fast.
“Stiles what’s wrong?” Danny asked concerned as the pale skinned benchwarmer said nothing for a long time. He sat down next to them glaring at the blonde when he attempted to push the teen from him effectively stopping that from happening. “Come on speak to us.” He tried again running his hand along the clearly shaken teens back.
“Nothing, I’m just feeling nervous and jumpy.” Stiles lied not wanting to talk about Mr. Harris’ weird behavior, talking about it meant having to think about it which he did not want to do.
“Just tell us what happened.” Jackson said even if he hadn’t heard the skip of his heart beat he still would have known the quirky teen was lieing. Stiles pouted but answered turning his head so he was looking out at the grassy field his head still pillowed on the co-captains chest.
Danny and Jackson were looking between each other and the quirky teen torn between worry and outrage at the teacher’s behavior. “Let me see your face.” Jackson said maneuvering the teen using him as a pillow into a seated position keeping his body close, a small growl left him as his enhanced sight aloud him to pick up the faint bruising a crossed the teens cheek bones. “Derek is not going to be happy.” The blonde said frowning.
“Does he have to know I’m a big fan of just ignoring the problem?” Stiles said with a hopeful looking, his face falling at the unmoving frown he received from both teens. “He’s just going to get all angry and over protective.” He said pouting, as freaked out as he’d been by Mr. Harris’ weird behavior he didn’t want to tell Derek it was only going to upset the werewolf.
“He needs to know and if you don’t tell him I will.” Jackson told him tensing as he spotted Lydia walking a crossed the field towards them a determined look on her face.
“Jackson, can I talk to you.” The pretty red head asked though they all knew it was an order, her chin up and hip jutted out. Jackson let out a small growl barely audible as Danny tensed beside him looking mildly uncomfortable but got up to speak to her anyway pulling her away form the other two.
“You okay?” Stiles asked looking over at his friend in concern.
“Yeah I’m fine, he won’t talk about their relationship, he said he was dealing with it and that’s it.” The goalie said frowning as he heard the first bell ring. “Come on lets get to class.” Danny said standing up and pulling Stiles with him before heading towards the school not looking back.
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Stiles sighed feeling nervous as the last bell rang, walking into the hall to his locker he made it a point to look for any suspicious plants before grabbing the stuff he needed. He was not looking forward to telling Derek about his incident during lunch. Sighing he slammed his locker shut and headed outside Danny catching up to him. “Hey.” He said smiling at his teammate.
“Hey, do you want to study?” Danny asked gnawing at his bottom lip, he didn’t look happy his face sad and his posture slumped.
“Yeah man of course.” Stiles answered giving him a smile, he wanted to ask what was wrong suspecting it had something to do with Lydia and Jackson but decided to wait till they were out of school to bring it up.
“Cool I’ll be over in a couple hours, my brother is in town so we have to do family dinner.” Danny said a fond smile crossing his face as he thought of his family before heading towards the parking lot as Stiles made his way to the camaro waiting a crossed the field. As soon as the door was closed the werewolf was pulling him closer into his body over the column in the middle awkwardly into the man’s lap.
“What are you doing?” Stiles asked even as he relaxed into the embrace as much as possible, the werewolf snuffling at his neck making small growling noises.
“Jackson texted me about what happened today.” Derek told him his voice a growl his arms strong around the teen. Jackson had waited till school was almost out to text him in hopes that he wouldn’t barge into the school looking for the brunet, and it had taken all of his self control and the knowledge that the teen would be out any minute to keep him from doing just that. “You weren’t going to tell me.” He growled out accusingly his anger clear, he could smell the teacher on the teen as well as Danny, however he could smell Jackson the strongest growling not pleased at all by this.
“Only because I didn’t want you to get all angry and over protective.” Stiles whined gasping lowly as sharp teeth scrapped a crossed his neck the man clearly wolfed out. “We are in front of the school.” He moaned out as they scrapped again clawed hands running along his body. “We can’t do this here people will see.” He hissed as a clawed hand cupped him through his jeans a growl coming from the man behind him.
“Buckle your seatbelt.” Derek breathed pushing the teen into his seat. As soon as the brown eyed teen was strapped in he speed off going well over the speed limit.
“Where are we going?” He asked holding onto the edge of his seat gulping. He didn’t receive an answer but a clawed hand stroked a crossed the mark on his neck calming him before it returned to the wheel. When the car finally stopped they were by a cliff that over looked the town. “Why are we up here?” Stiles asked confused. “You aren’t angry enough to push me off a cliff are you?” He joked his eyes wide as he looked over at the werewolf feeling slightly nervous, the nervousness melted away and pooled hotly in his stomach at the heated look he received.
“Your dad is home early.” Derek said as if it held the answer to his question which it didn’t really, however coupled with the heated look he got the idea.
(So here we have some smut.)
“Oh.” Stiles said smiling broadly. “Just cant keep your hands off me, I am pretty irresistible.” The teen teased laughing as he was pulled to straddle the other mans lap. The position was awkward the steering wheel was prodding at his back as his knee pressed hard against the seatbelt but none of that mattered as the werewolf was kissing him sharp teeth scraping against his bottom lip bringing blood to the surface. His chest was flush against the black haired mans as he tried to avoid hitting the steering wheel as the kiss was deepened clawed hands running up his shirt caressing his skin leaving little red marks in there wake.
Derek pulled away from kiss swollen lips and trailed down pale skin nipping and kissing his way to a long neck biting and sucking. He pulled away laughing a little as the brunet arched his back and hit his head on the roof of the car receiving a glare. “It’s not funny.” Stiles told him with a very unamused look on his face still glaring at the werewolf beneath him.
“You’re hard headed you’ll be fine.” He said his voice less of a growl as he pulled the wolf back in a little, sharp teeth and bright eyes still showing but claws retracting as the teen stuck his tongue out at him. “Outside.” Derek instructed popping the door open and holding in a laugh as the teen awkwardly flopped out before steeping out as well and pulling the teen from where he had landed on the ground pressing him against the car. His wolf was happier now that he couldn’t smell Jackson or anyone else as much but he wanted to eradicate anyone else’s scent from the teen.
Stiles let out a moan heat rushing through him excited by the fact that he was currently pressed against the Camaro out in the open the werewolf’s hands all over his body touching everywhere. Ever since he’d seen the sleek black vehicle and the man it belonged to he’d thought about what it would be like to be pressed against it in this way. He felt even more excitement as his shirt was stripped and he felt the cool glass of the window and the metal against his back pressing against his flesh.
Derek smirked, a little growl coming out as he smelled the increasing arousal each inhale of the teen just arousing him more as he stroked his fingers a crossed soft skin. Stiles moaned as suddenly his chest was pressed against the hood of the car the older mans clothed chest pressed firmly to his back a hot mouth sucking as his neck. The werewolf fumbled with the teens belt and jeans finally succeeding he pulled them down lightly muscled legs his nose trailing through the hair on one of them as he made his way down slipping shoes and socks off before pulling the garments all the way off leaving the teen naked.
Pulling back and standing Derek admired the sight of the quirky teen leaned over his car ass in the air tempting him. “Stiles spread your cheeks with your hands. Spread them for me.” The werewolf said the growl coming back into his voice his cock throbbing so hard it nearly hurt as he watched the brunet do as told. He licked his lips looking at that tempting hole winking at him in invitation before he was down on his kneed and plunging his tongue into it pulling a moan from the willing body he was tongue fucking.
Stiles groaned as that talented tongue just barely flicked a crossed that bundle of nerves wishing for more as his rock hard cock rubbed against the side of the car the cool meddle just adding another edge to his arousal. “Derek please” He whined the hands on his thighs tightening there grip the werewolf’s hands tipped in claws again bringing a shiver forth as precum leaked form his cock.
Derek pulled his tongue out with a soft wet sounds and licked his was up the brunets body his hands fallowing along squirming sides as he made his was up a rippling spine. He concentrated on pulling the wolf back as he smelled himself on the teen his saliva leaving more of him on the pale skin. He bit softly at the base of Stiles’ pale neck with his dulled teeth licking over it as he nosed along the hair line his hand trailing to his waistband.
“Derek.” Stiles whined the man was taking to long, he wanted him, and he wanted him now. “Hurry.” He demanded grounding back against the man’s still clothed cock, receiving a growl. “Please, please, please.” He begged not caring how this would look to anyone else, all he could think about at this point was having the werewolf’s cock buried as deep as possible.
Derek let out another growl as he finally got his pants undone and his cock was springing free precum already leaking from the tip. Hurriedly he grabbed a package of lube he’d picked up earlier in the day from his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth making a face as some of it got into his mouth. “Derek” The teen moaned his name again and he ignored the foul taste and quickly coated his cock before lining it up with the puckering hole and pressing in.
“Finally.” Stiles moaned out as the throbbing cock was finally entering him. The brunet let out a whine as the man over him stilled not moving after he had fully sheathed himself in the teen. He tried rocking against the man but hands were on his hips holding him still keeping him from moving. “Move!” He demanded in almost a growl still trying to move despite the vice grip on his hips.
“Some one is impatient today.” Derek said chuckling, it was taking a lot for him not to thrust in and out of that tight heat clenching around him but he was enjoying teasing the teen at lest for a little bit. He was sure he wasn’t going to be able to hold out against the teen’s demands much longer, he wanted this just as much as the lacrosse player.
“Derek.” He whined again unable to get a sarcastic comment out when he was so focused on the cock throbbing deliciously within him. “Please, please just move.” He begged again and that seemed to be what the man was waiting for as he finally pulled out and thrust back in, one strong hand trailing up his back and wrapping loosely around his neck keeping him still as a fast hard pace was set. He moaned again as the angle was changed the hand on his neck tightening slightly and his prostate was stroked over and over again.
“You beg so pretty.” Derek growled in his ear as he leaned over the younger man pressing him harder against the hood of the car his cock rubbing more firmly against the cool metal of the car. Stiles’ felt his knees rocking against the tire in a way he knew would lead to bruising but he didn’t much care as the pressure began slowly building in his stomach. He was so close, so close he just needed something only he didn’t know what exactly he needed.
“Derek, Derek please.” He begged without knowing exactly what he was begging for. Derek let out another growl and slammed into him harder a few more time, his hips hitting the car painfully but luckily his cock was pressed against the car in a way that didn’t hurt. He moaned out the werewolf’s name as the bit on the side of his neck was bitten again blunt teeth keeping up pressure till the skin broke and the teen was cuming his seed smeared over the side of the car.
Stiles was a mess of puddley limbs blissed out when the cock was suddenly removed form him pulling a whimper from his lips. He was disoriented as he was manhandled onto his knees in front of the black haired man the cock that had been in him moments before pressed to his lips. He ignored where it had just been and opened his mouth letting the werewolf do as he pleased a small hum coming from him as the cock slid into his mouth.
The brunet breathed heavily through his nose relaxing his throat as best he could, tightening his fist around his thumb to help it relax as Derek thrust into his willing mouth. The tattooed man let his hands trail over the teens cock resting on hallowed cheeks letting his thumbs trail along red stretched lips before pressing them in along side his cock and stretching the teen’s mouth open a little wider as he thrust deeper. It wasn’t long before the feeling of Stiles’ mouth around his cock and the view of it thrusting in and out of the brunet had him cuming down the teen throat.
Stiles coughed a little stroking his throat as the man pulled out some pearly white liquid still leaking form him. He rolled his eyes a little as the man rubbed his softening cock against his cheeks hands curled around his scull as he just held him there. After a while Derek pulled him into a standing position pressed against his body as he kissed him deeply hands stroking down his side racking his body with shivers before he pulled away and helped the teen get dressed.
(End Smut)
After he was dressed and Derek had put himself away they just sat on the hood of the sleek black car over looking the town. The werewolf growled at him a little as he whipped his face against his black tee-shirt whipping the remaining cum from his face before settling back down against his broad chest. “I should take you home.” The older man said not moving to do so as the teen simply hummed against his shoulder.
They sat there staring at the town for a few more minutes before Stiles was pulling away and standing up stretching out his pleasantly sore body. “Danny will be over in a bit to study you have to take me home.” He said pulling at the werewolf’s arm to get him to stand. Derek growled but complied pulling the teen into another heated kiss before they got into the car and drove off towards town.
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Stiles entered the house with a broad smile on his face and curly fries in his mouth. “Hey dad.” He said mouth full as he walked into the living room, his father was spread out a crossed the couch feet propped up on the coffee table a beer in hand watching some show about extreme fishing.
“Hi Stiles.” His father greeted patting the seat next to him, the teen smiled happily and plopped down next to him leaning against his side pulling the hoodie closer to his neck just to make sure no marks were showing. “Want a fry?” He asked holding up the container for his father who grabbed a few and stuffed all of them in his mouth.
“I said a fry, one fry.” Stiles told him frowning as he watched his father chew. “You aren’t even supposed to have fries, you know what the doctor said about your cholesterol.” He said glaring at the sheriff and holding the container close to his side protectively.
“I’m the parent and I have a gun if I want fries I will have fries.” The graying man told him taking a sip of his beer. “Your car was still here when I got home, how did you get to school?” He asked to change the subject away from his health looking at his son in suspicion.
“Jackson gave me a ride.” Stiles said shrugging as he ate another curly crunchy golden brown fry smirking as his father eyed the fried potato.
“Are you seeing Jackson?” He father asked with a raised eyebrow causing Stiles to choke on the fry.
“No.” He said glaring at the older man with distaste. “I thought we agreed we weren’t going to talk about this.” He whined glaring as another fry was stolen.
“We agreed we weren’t going to talk about who you wanted to see naked, not on who you were dating.” He said smugly his eyes crinkling as he smirked as his son.
“If I’m dating someone don’t you think I want to see them naked?” Stiles asked grinning as his father paled. “Who are you dating?” He asked to veer the conversation away form whom he was seeing, but became interested as a bright blush covered his fathers cheeks. “You’re seeing someone?” He asked his voice dropping a bit, he wasn’t sure how he felt about this the Sheriff hadn’t dated anyone since his wife had died.
“Lets not talk about this right now, I’m going to go catch some sleep I have to go into work in a few hours.” The older man said standing up quickly clearly uncomfortable as he made his way out of the room and up to his room. Stiles sat there staring at the other side of the room blankly not really looking, he wanted his father to be happy but he wasn’t sure he was ready to see his father date anyone. He felt his heart clench painfully as he thought about his mother a lump suddenly in his throat, shaking his head he went up to his room and started on his homework not wanting to think about his mother, Danny would be there soon and he didn’t want to be caught crying.
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Danny had shown up fifteen minutes ago and they were both laid out a crossed his floor going over their lab notes, the Sheriff had left for work an hour or so before the goalie showed up. “So you want to talk about it?” Stile asked nudging his friend’s shoulder he was still seemed to be in a mopey mood clearly not having talked to Jackson yet.
“I dunno.” Danny said sighing as he dropped the pen he’d been tapping on to his open chemistry book. “He’s just all over the place he’s fine when we’re alone or around you and Derek, but at school he’s distant. I feel like he’s trying to live two different lives.” The Puerto Rican teen said clearly frustrated with how things were going. “He wouldn’t even talk to me after Lydia talked to him.”
“Did you try talking to him?” Stiles asked knowing that Jackson and Danny had no classed together after lunch both had classes with him, but not the same ones.
“No.” Danny said making a face, he was nervous about what talking might lead to, it could be really good or really, really bad. They had been friends since they were kids, he’d had a crush on Jackson for a few years now but their friendship had always kept him from making a move until the blonde had kissed him.
“You should probably talk to him.” Stiles told him leaning his shoulder into the tan skinned teens giving him an encouraging smile.
“Yeah I know.” Danny sighed dropping his head to the book. “I’m scared.” He said feeling pathetic for it, he’d come out to the entire school and his parents but he was terrified of rejection from one pretty blonde. He frowned he hated feeling like this not knowing, it was going to drive him insane.
“You should go see Jackson and talk to him.” Came Derek’s voice from the door startling the two teens.
“Do you know how to knock?” Danny asked as he felt his heart speeding from the scare.
“Yes.” The black haired man told him grinning clearly enjoying creeping up on people much to their annoyance. Stiles simply rolled his eyes shaking his head at the dark haired man. “Go talk to Jackson before he ends up hurting himself by trying to figure things out himself.” Derek said nudging the teen a little harder then necessary with his boot as he walked past and laid out on the bed receiving a glare.
“I’ll talk to you latter Stiles.” Danny said collecting his books and leaving. Stiles got up shortly after the teen had left and laid next to the werewolf on the bed pillowing his head on the muscled arm stretched a crossed the bed.
“So how did training go” Stiles asked after a few minutes tapping his finger along covered abs.
“It didn’t happen both Jackson and Scott spent the entire time whining about Danny and Allison.” Derek growled out clearly annoyed at their behavior. “If they don’t fix their stuff soon I may have to kill them.” He grossed curling over the teen. “Especially Scott.” He said with a sneer, they both knew he wouldn’t but he couldn’t help but wish he didn’t have to deal with two whinny teenage werewolves. Stiles laughed at the wolf’s discomfort, the laugh turning into a moan as his neck was sucked on.
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T.B.C.
A/N: Hope you all liked it.. : ) I wasn’t going to add sex in this chapter I was going to skip a chapter and then add some more sex but it just slipped in there. So I think you guys should let me know if you want to read anything specific sexually between Derek and Stiles no promises I’ll write it but there is always the possibility.
Interactions of Change
Title: Interactions of Change
Category: Teen Wolf
Genre: Drama/ Romance/ Smut
Ratting: M, Smut
Warning: Slash m/m possible spoilers up to and including Lunatic.
Paring: Derek/Stiles, Danny/Jackson
Summary: Derek saves Stiles and bites him in order to protect him.
Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing
Previous Chapters: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06