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The next day came quicker than Stiles had hoped. Derek didn't come back that night. Stiles didn't really expect him to, but he wished he would have. He picked up Scott as planned, and the two headed to school.

"Allison's dad isn't that bad, really. I mean, I'm a werewolf and I'm still alive. You know?" Scott offered.

Stiles snorted. "Yeah, well I'm still sort of freaking out. Derek was not happy about me talking to him."

Scott shifted in his seat. "Yeah, about that…"

Stiles briefly took his attention from the road and eyed his friend. "What? What do you mean?"

"He wanted me to talk you out of it."

"Well Scott, you've done a great job doing that. Were you going to mention that at all?"

"I wasn't. I think Derek's overreacting a bit. I think Argent could help us."

"Great, well I'll tell the big sour wolf you gave it your best shot, but I just couldn't be swayed."

Scott rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I could go with you to Allison's if you want."

"Yeah, you take off with his daughter while I'm talking with him. No thanks buddy." Stiles said with a chuckle.

Scott shook his head. "No seriously, I'll be there if you want."

Stiles smiled. "Thanks for the offer, honestly, but I'm not going to drag you into this too. It's probably better I just deal with him, you know?"

The young werewolf nodded. "Yeah, I guess so."

The two arrived at school just in time for the first bell. The day dragged on and on for Stiles. He couldn't even enjoy lunch because his stomach kept twisting itself into knots. Each class seemed to take forever, and Stiles couldn't pay attention. The boy couldn't keep his mind off of talking with Allison's dad. Eventually the final dismissal bell rang, and Stiles was out the doors. He found Allison and Scott standing around his Jeep.

"So, uh, my dad's not going to hurt you or anything." Allison offered, twisting her hands. "I mean, he'll probably just try to talk you out of this whole 'bonding' thing. He did the same thing with me when he found out about Scott."

Stiles nodded. "Well, I think I'll be okay. Just nerves, you know?"

Allison nodded. "Stiles, you have nothing to worry about. I promise."

"Great, well, I guess there's no use in putting it off. I guess we're meeting at your house? Do you want me to follow you in the Jeep?"

Allison nodded. "Sure, that'll be fine." She gave Scott a quick kiss on the cheek and headed toward her car.

"Let me know how it goes?" Scott asked.

"Of course." Stiles said while climbing into his Jeep.

"Good luck," Scott said with a smile.

Stiles nodded and started his Jeep. Scott disappeared into the parking lot, probably to catch up with Boyd before he left the school. As he put his car in reverse, he heard his phone buzzing from his backpack. He grabbed it and looked at the screen. He had a text.

From Derek: Come out to the house after ur done.

Stiles huffed, but he felt his stomach flutter. He was worried Derek wouldn't want to see him for a while after yesterday, or at least until the weekend. Now he knew they'd be seeing each other before the day was over. He typed in a quick 'Ok.' and followed Allison away from the school. They reached her house rather quickly, and Stiles had to admit he was a bit surprised. It was your typical upper-middle-class suburban home. It didn't have spires or iron gates like Stiles had originally imagined. Then again, this was Allison's house too and she was relatively normal.

The girl offered him a smile when he got out of his Jeep.

"I'll take you to my dad's study."

Stiles nodded and trailed into the house behind her. The inside was just as normal as the outside. Maybe this wouldn't be bad at all. Allison stopped in front of a wooded door.

"Thanks for doing this Stiles. You're helping the pack out a lot. Maybe my dad will listen to you better than he does me."

Stiles rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Yeah, I doubt that, but thanks."

Allison gave him one last smile and walked away. The boy knocked on the door hesitantly.

"Come in." A voice called through the door.

Stiles walked in and eyed the room.

"You must be Stiles Stilinski, the sheriff's son?"

"Yeah, that's me."

The man that stood across the room did not seem like the murdering sort. Sure, he seemed like he could be an ass, but was this really the guy everyone was making such a fuss about?

"Good. Please, have a seat." The man said while motioning to a chair in front of a desk.

Stiles did as he was told and sat down. Not too gracefully either. Argent sat down behind the desk.

"Allison told me that there's an omega running around, and that it may or may not be coming after you."

Stiles shifted in the seat. "Yeah, sounds about right."

"Well, why should the hunters get involved?"

"Uh, because human lives are at stake?" Stiles said, a bit incredulously.

"Stiles, tell me. Are or are you not in a more-than-platonic relationship with Derek Hale?"

"Um… yeah, I am. I don't see what that has to do with anything though."

"You are willingly in a relationship with a werewolf. I'm sure you are aware of the dangers you'll face?"

"Yes. I do, but this isn't just about me. If there's an omega running around in Beacon Hills, a lot of people are in danger. Humans and werewolves alike."

"Werewolf safety is not my concern."

"Okay, then what about the people? What if this omega isn't coming for me after all? It's only a matter of time until someone ends up hurt… or worse."

"That's the same thing Allison said, and I told her I would help. That doesn't mean I'm still not concerned about your relationship with Derek Hale."

"Why does that even matter?" Stiles asked, his voice rising. "It's not really anyone else's business besides ours."

"Correction, it is my business, and for the exact same reason that the omega is my business. Human lives are in danger."

"My life is not in danger because of Derek. He wouldn't hurt me."

"Really? How well do you even know Derek Hale?" Argent asked smugly.

"Well enough to know that what you're trying to say is bullshit. Look, thank you for offering to help with the omega, but I don't need your help with that part of my life."

Argent chuckled. "It was a simple question Stiles. No need to get worked up over it. How's your dad by the way?"

Stiles clenched his jaw. "He's fine, thanks. Is that all?"

"Is what all?"

"Are we done talking?" Stiles clarified.

The hunter crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. "I suppose so."

"So you'll help?"

"I guess I have to, don't I?"

Stiles nodded. "Well, thanks again. Um, I'll just show myself out."

The boy got up quickly and practically sprinted out the door. He thought about talking to Allison before he left, but he really just wanted to get to Derek's and talk to him. Honestly, the talk wasn't that bad. Argent said he'd help, and Stiles wasn't any worse for the wear. He made it to Derek's in record time. Admittedly, he was a little nervous to see Derek. It wasn't like the anxiety he'd put himself through before taking to Argent though. He just hoped the wolf wasn't still mad at him.

He went to the door and put his hand up to knock. He quickly put it down though. It was a bit ridiculous to knock at this point, wasn't it? Stiles stepped through the door and closed it quietly behind him. He expected Derek to be waiting in the living room, but he wasn't.

"Hello?" The boy called.

He didn't get an answer right away. "Derek?"

"Down here!" He heard the wolf's voice call from somewhere near the kitchen.

Stiles followed the voice to a set of stairs off the kitchen.

"You're in the basement?"

"Yeah. I'll be up in a minute."

Stiles waited for a few moments before Derek emerged from the basement.

"Hey." He greeted gruffly.

"Hey," Stiles greeted back.

Derek stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his boy.

"You smell really bad." He said with a half laugh.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Gee, thanks."

Derek nuzzled his face into the boy's neck and nibbled at his shoulder. "I'm sorry I didn't come back last night." The wolf mumbled into Stile's shirt.

"It's fine." The boy stated. "I understand why you didn't want me to talk to Argent."

Derek took a step back from Stiles and put his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Why? What did he do to you?"

Stiles shook his head. "Nothing. He's just sort of an ass, but he said he'd help with the omega."

Derek shook his head. "Stiles, I don't give a damn about him helping with the omega. We could've handled it. I'm just worried about you. You shouldn't have been put in that situation."

"Dude," Stiles said with a laugh. "It's not a big deal. Seriously." Derek eyed him warily.

"I don't want to fight Stiles, so I'll drop it."

Stiles shrugged. "Good, because I don't want to fight either. I have a ton of homework to catch up on."

The werewolf chuckled. "Does that mean you're leaving me all ready?"

"Unfortunately, yes. I can't get one freakin' thing done with you around to distract me."

"I distract you?" Derek asked, feigning hurt.

"Way more than you should." Stiles responded, shivering at the predatory look gleaming in the wolf's eyes.

"Like this?" Derek asked before wrapping his arms around his boy and placing a trail of hot kisses down his neck.

Words refused to make their way out of Stiles' mouth, so he just nodded. Derek chuckled before letting him go.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

Stiles shook his head. "Whatever. I really need to go though, or else summer school will be calling my name."

The boy hesitated a moment before looking up to Derek. "Can, you, uh, come over tonight?"

Derek smiled. "Yeah."

"Good." Stiles said returning the grin. "Because it's hard to sleep without you around."

"Is it? Well, I didn't sleep very well last night either. We'll fix that tonight though."

Stiles' stomach stirred at Derek's admission. It made the boy extremely happy to hear the wolf admit that he wanted to be around Stiles just as much as Stiles wanted to be around him. He smiled and embraced the werewolf before leaving. Maybe it was all this bond stuff, but Stiles couldn't imagine his life as it was before the claim.

All in all, making up the work wasn't that bad. Before Stiles had started his homework, he called Scott. The young werewolf was extremely happy that Argent offered his help with the omega. Something about "more free time". Stiles couldn't help but to chuckle. This all seemed… so normal now. Almost as soon as Stiles finished his homework, Derek slid through his window. It was just a little creepy how he always seemed to show up right on time.

"Hey," Stiles greeted from his seat on his bed.

"Hey." Derek responded. "Did you get everything done?"

Stiles nodded. "Finally. I only missed a couple days here and there, but I had enough homework to last, like, a week. Besides, Scott and I still have our stupid English project to finish."

Derek sat down on the edge of the bed and slid off his shoes. "Is this weekend still okay too, well, you know?" He asked sheepishly.

"Oh please don't tell me you're embarrassed. Mr. Self-Assured can't even say s-e-x?" Stiles teased.

"Well, at least I don't need to spell it out. I was trying to be delicate."

"Aren't we a little past that now?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, I guess so." Derek said, crawling up the bed to lie beside Stiles.

"So, uh, my dad said he wouldn't be home until early early in the morning."

"Is that right?" Derek asked, his voice turning low.

"Yeah." The boy replied with a slight shrug.

"So, is that and invitation then?"

"Maybe." Stiles gulped. "Yeah, I mean if you want to, I dunno make out or something."

Derek was on him in an instant and Stiles moaned softly. The werewolf had him pressed into the mattress so that he could barely squirm. Honestly, though, Stiles definitely did not mind. Derek's hands were everywhere at once. They were pulling on the hem of Stiles' shirt, and then they were sliding down the zipper of Stiles' jeans. In what seemed like an instant, Stiles was clothed in nothing but his boxers.

"Not fair." Stiles mumbled between kisses. "Clothes… off." Derek chuckled, but he immediately obliged.

Stiles could feel Derek's arousal against his leg. He only hesitated a moment before reaching down and grasping the alpha's erection. Derek hissed and grabbed Stiles' wrist forcefully.

"Stiles." He groaned. "I don't know if that's a good idea."

The boy ignored him and gripped a little tighter. Derek's hand slid away from Stiles' wrist and he breathed in sharply. The werewolf went still above his mate. His hands were digging into the sheets and his hands were braced on either side of the boy. Stiles slowly started pumping his hand up and down, and Derek whimpered.

"Like this?" The boy asked, eyes wide. Derek moaned. "Faster." He growled out.

Stiles obeyed and started moving his hand faster. Derek started thrusting into Stiles' hand. He placed his mouth over Stiles', and claimed it with his tongue. Stiles moaned into his mouth, and it nearly sent him over the edge. He bit down on the boy's bottom lip until he tasted blood. Stiles whimpered, and Derek immediately tried to pull away. The boy grasped Derek's erection tighter and bit down on the smooth skin on his shoulder. The bite finally sent him over, and he came all over the boy's stomach. The alpha collapsed and rolled over beside Stiles. It took him a few seconds to recover, before grasping Stiles' erection and pumping it the same way Stiles had. The boy didn't last nearly as long and came within minutes.

Derek wrapped an arm around Stiles' torso, and pulled him as close as physically possible.

"Thank you." The werewolf offered. Stiles just chuckled and placed a kiss on the stubble of his jaw.

"You bit me." Derek continued with a laugh.

"Yeah. I got caught up in the moment, and you were trying to pull away." Stiles said a little defensively.

Derek smiled. "I wasn't saying it was bad. I liked it. I'm just sorry I bit you."

The boy brought his fingers up to his swollen lip. He had completely forgot. "It's okay."

"No, Stiles, it's not. Don't let me think that it is either. I don't want to hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me. I think it's kind of hot. Just, uh, don't leave marks where my dad can see."

Derek laughed and rolled out of the bed, dragging the boy with him.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked, grabbing for the sheets.

"Taking a shower. You are too, come on."

Stiles sighed and followed the werewolf into the bathroom.

"You know, that door's still broken." Stiles said, nonchalantly.

"I'll fix it tomorrow." Derek said, rolling his eyes.

"You'd better, sour wolf, or my dad will make me housebound this weekend."

Derek smiled and raised his brow. "You have big plans this weekend?"

"Maybe, then again maybe not if that door doesn't get fixed."

Derek's smile grew. "In that case, I'll fix it tonight."

Stiles just laughed. "No, it can definitely wait until tomorrow. I just want to take a shower and go to bed."

The two showered quickly. Derek seemed to enjoy bathing and taking care of Stiles. The boy couldn't say that he didn't enjoy it either. After the shower, Stiles pulled on a shirt and a pair of sweats, before crawling into his bed. Derek pulled on his pants, and climbed in next to Stiles.

"G'night." Stiles mumbled.

Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist and pulled him close. "Night."