Title: Shake on It

Pairing: Stiles/Derek – Slash, m/m

Show: Teen Wolf

Author's Note: This story doesn't fall anywhere specifically in the storyline.

It was a Thursday night and again Stiles found himself alone in his room. He had been ditched by his ungrateful best buddy to make out with Allison… aka the most perfect entity to walk the Earth. In Scott's opinion, of course.

Alright, he was happy for his best friend. Together they had trudged through the dregs of high school and finally one of them was getting to the bright side. Life was definitely looking good for Scott and vicariously, it was also looking good for Stiles. No longer would he be Scarlet Nerded anymore, but recognized as the best friend of the captain of the lacrosse team. Not. Too. Shabby.

Even if it meant spending some evening mulling over how much his personal life still sucked. If only Lydia would come around. That would make these nights go a hell of a lot faster.

He ran his ran his hand over his head, tapping his fingers impatiently against his desk. He stared at his computer screen, willing himself to think of an interesting topic to research or look up. He had read most werewolf lore, half of which was not even true. A point which Derek always gladly pointed out to him.

Thanks.

He sighed heavily, wondering briefly what his dad was doing.

"I hope your night is more exciting dad," he mumbled to himself, tempted to go find him and tag along for the rest of the night.

"Anything's gotta be more exciting than this riveting… what the hell?" he interrupted himself as he heard a loud thump on the outside of his window.

He cautiously stood from his chair, eyebrows furrowed and mouth open – classic Stiles.

"Hello?" he said and then felt a little stupid. "Anyone there?" He took another step.

He saw nothing but black outside. He squinted his eyes, coming right up to the glass.

Yep, just black. Just black and… FREAKIN' DEREK HALE!

Out of nowhere, Derek flung himself up against the window, staring intently into the room.

"What the FUCK!" Stiles yelled, whipping back across his room. "How are you everywhere?" he finished, already making his way back to open the window.

Once open he slammed his palms down against the wood. "What the hell, Derek?"

Derek had managed to perch himself against the slight edge of the window frame, using one arm to keep his body in place. It was impressive, certainly. Not humanly possible, absolutely.

"Busy?" Derek asked.

"Yes," Stiles said immediately, anger clear in his voice. He nodded his head yes, but then quickly changed directions. "No," he admitted.

"Good. Can I come in, then?"

"Sure." Stiles moved aside. "Why not?"

With effortless grace Derek swung into the room, landing quietly. His eyes quickly scanned the area before landing back on Stiles.

Stiles crossed his arms, waiting expectantly. After a moment of silence he raised his eyebrows. "Need something?"

"Yes," Derek said.

Stiles waited another couple of seconds, leaning forward more and more as the time passed. "Which is?"

"It is a proposition of sorts," Derek said.

"Okay," Stiles said, just happy to be finally getting somewhere with this conversation. "Hit me."

"You've researched werewolf lore, yes?" Derek asked.

"I'm no expert, but I'm confident that I'm more knowledgeable than the average person, yes," Stiles answered.

"In your research you read about blood lust right?" Derek asked.

"Yeah."

"Did you happen upon…" He dropped his eyes to the floor.

Uh oh, this again. "Happen upon what?" Stiles urged.

"Lust," Derek said.

Stiles opened his mouth, but was confused. "I read a lot about blood lust. When it peaks, why it peaks…"

"No," Derek said. "Not blood lust."

It was Stiles' turn to be speechless.

"I'm talking," Derek continued. "About sexual lust."

"Sexu…" Stiles started, but clumsily trailed off. He inhaled deeply, feeling heat rise into his face. Talking about sex didn't normally get him flustered. But talking about sex with Derek staring unyieldingly into his soul was another story. "Why," he began, voice high. "Why do I suddenly feel like I'm about to be raped?"

Derek rolled his eyes. "I'm just asking a question."

"Uh," Stiles thought back to his research. "No, I can't recall anything."

"There are quite a few secrets that werewolves—" Derek began.

"And he's going to elaborate," Stiles said, interrupting him.

"There are quite a few secrets," Derek started again. "That werewolves have been able to keep hidden from humans."

"I feel like this conversation," Stiles said, motioning quickly between the two of them. "Is more appropriate for you and Scott."

With this Derek leveled Stiles with a fiery glare.

"Shutting up," Stiles said, raising both hands.

"One such secret," Derek said. "Is werewolf heat."

"Werewolf heat," Stiles repeated quietly.

"Yes, we go through heat. A time period in which it is extremely difficult to resist our sexual urges."

"Sexual urges," Stiles repeated.

"Yes," Derek answered.

For once Stiles was hoping for Derek to continue, but he didn't. "Why do I get the feeling that I'm not gonna like where this is heading?"

"I pick you, Stiles," Derek said.

Stiles froze, eyes widening. "What?"

And after a moment of silence, Stiles spazed a little. "What?"

"I pick you to relieve my sexual urges," Derek said.

Stiles couldn't help but look slightly horrified. "I hope this is a joke," he said, but even his voice betrayed the statement, knowing full well that this werewolf didn't joke. "Okay, back to the part about me getting raped… are you gonna rape me?" he asked, swallowing hard.

"No," Derek said, grimacing slightly. "Everything that will come to fruition will be consensual."

"Okay," Stiles said, liking the sound of that. He continued to nod his head as his thoughts wondered. After a moment he noticed the silence that had settled between them. He made eye contact with Derek and felt a quick surge of panic. "Right now?" he asked, terrified of the answer.

"No," Derek said. "Not right now. I am not currently in heat."

"Oh, thank God," Stiles said, looking up towards the sky.

"But soon," Derek said.

"How soon is soon?" Stiles asked.

"I believe within the next couple of weeks," Derek said.

"How specific."

"That's as close as I can guess," Derek said.

"...Fantastic," Stiles said, collapsing into his computer chair. "Have a seat if you wish," he motioned to his bed.

Derek didn't move.

"Alright, or not," Stiles said. He spun in his chair a couple times, stopping suddenly. "This is crazy," he said, laughing. But not in a sincere way, in an 'I'm going crazy' type of way. "Why me?" he asked, sounding desperate. "Why not… anyone else?"

"Because you fit the bill," Derek said. "You're of appropriate age. You're not currently engaged in a relationship like Scott, Jackson, Allison and Lydia. Nor do you seem to have any resistance toward homosexual interactions. In fact, you appear quite interested in the concept."

Stiles sat motionless, mouth slightly open.

It was true. And Derek had been the first to notice it. Really, it still surprised Stiles that Scott hadn't deduced that he was bisexual. Or maybe Scott had and just didn't care. I mean, why else would he care if Danny found him attractive. Or that economic final… he wrote it on the male circumcision for Christ's sake!

"Okay, true." He couldn't really argue with Derek on that. "But, why not some stranger… I mean, come on. Our relationship is already all sorts of weird."

"It's decided. It's you," Derek said, dismissing Stiles' concern.

"I'm getting the feeling that your definition of consensual is going to be very liberal," Stiles said. "Okay, so wait. Does this mean that you have a tendency for 'homosexual interactions?'" He air quoted the last two words.

Derek licked his lips, allowing his eyes to wonder around the room. "On occasion."

Stiles narrowed his eyes, watching him.

"But," Derek continued. "This isn't about love… or affection even. It's about lust. Raw, sexual need."

Again Stiles swallowed hard, trying not to freak out like he usually did. He ran his hands over his face. "Okay," he said, thinking for a moment. "So you don't like me, you just want to use my body?" He could not believe those words just came out of his mouth. He tried to stifle a gag.

"Crudely, yes."

"Crudely?" Stiles repeated. "Hey, I'm not the emotionless, fact-spitting werewolf here. You haven't been sugar coating your words so why should I?"

Derek considered the words, giving an agreeing nod.

"There's one thing," Stiles said. "That I don't think you considered when you chose me as your mate."

Derek looked interested. "That is?"

Stiles didn't quite know how to say it, so he just spit it out. "I'm a virgin."

"I figured that might be the case," Derek said. "It is… irrelevant."

"Irrelevant?" Stiles said. "How in God's name is that irrelevant?"

"I will not force you to perform past your current level of experience… or you're level of comfort. Like I said, everything will be consensual. But if you wish to… we will cross those boundaries when the time comes."

Stiles didn't quite understand, but the words sounded so comforting and certain that he found himself agreeing. But then – "Wait. Wait," he said, snapping out of his brief period of serenity. "You just expect me to agree to go along with this? I see the possible benefits for you… I guess. But for me…" he shrugged exaggeratedly.

"I assumed you'd react this way," Derek said.

"Well, it's a fairly logical reaction to such a proposition," Stiles said completely serious.

"So, I've devised some… benefits for you."

"Alright, let's hear 'em."

"I will give you my word that I will personally protect Scott and raise him to cope and live with being a werewolf. As well as protect the others. A task that would be nearly impossible for a human to perform."

Stiles considered this.

Derek took a step closer, intensity in his words. "I know certain things that no human could know. And I've experienced the same difficulties that Scott is going through. I can help him to manage. I can help him… to live."

Stiles clenched his eyes closed. Was Derek really playing the 'agree-to-mate-with-me-or-your-loved-ones-will-die' card? Derek knew that Stiles' loyalty to Scott was his weak spot.

"You'll train him to control it?" Stiles asked.

"Yes," Derek said.

Stiles could try, but knew ultimately Scott would be better off in the hands of Derek. A brother of sorts. The same curse ran through both their veins.

Derek glanced back at the window behind him. "I felt I should let you know," he said and within a second he was gone and part of the black beyond.

"Oh, how sweet," Stiles said, standing from his chair. "Thanks for letting me know!" he yelled after the werewolf. He ran up to the window. "Wait!" he called out. "Are you kidding me? This conversation is far from over!"

Suddenly, Stiles was feeling more angry than anything. Here Derek comes swooping in, practically forcing him into a prostitution-like agreement, and the werewolf just expects him to go along with the plan? How pretentious. How presumptuous.

He might be an extraordinary and powerful supernatural creature, but he had a lesson or two to learn about how to ask someone out on a date.