This is my "Sterek" Fan fiction

Please read;

This is my first fic, and I would really like to thank all of you in advance who choose to read this.

I have put a weeks worth of thought, and effort into this first chapter and it is my blossoming child. I am so very proud of myself.

I have in-visioned plenty of alternative endings, and ways I wish things would have gone in plenty of Movies, TV shows, ect. But this is the first one where I wrote it all down and figured, "heck why not?" I have read other people's fics and I loved them, and wanted to write my own, so thank you all for you and your story's, it helped my begin mine.

A few stories I would like to mention that I bookmarked and actually took the time to read and enjoyed, were the "Assumption" series. (Reasonable to Assume and Unreasonable to Assume) by Saucery, go read it, because I found it great! She kept so well to character (which is something I strived to do, don't know if I accomplished it but if you would leave a comment telling me how I did I would be absolutely delighted) and her writing is truely brilliant.

Another fic that I thouroughly enjoyed was "Whats Your Fantasy?" by trespresh which is actually on this site. I loved the smut, it was so hot and even in the sexual actions they stayed so well to the character which when you bring in that variable is hard to do, because in the actual show, we haven't seen Stiles or Derek get sexual. So great job to those two, the ones that stood out the most to me. I read plenty of others but sadly I didn't bookmark them for one reason or another.

Now, on with my story. I took the subtle rout, and wanted to give a nice sensual feel to there relationship. I wanted to ease into it, the way it actually would happen in the show. There will be up coming smut, I promise you that! There relationship will become very heated. But for now, you're going to have to deal with the building of there relationship, which actually in the first chapter there is a little heat. Well, you'll see! Please feel free to review, I would love to have your opinions and constructive criticism. Love you and thank you for reading! Hope you love it!

Also, I was listening to the albums "Magic Potion" and "Chulahoma" by The Black Keys when I wrote the Flashback, and parts of the beginning so, if you would like to listen to it while reading this, I think it would be pretty cool to kind of add an auditory experience to my writing, three of the songs I was breaking my replay button on were "Work me", "Strange Desire", and "Your Touch" some of my favorites. And also if you don't mind, a techno remix of Death From Above 1979's "Romantic Rights" definitely got me in the smut writing mood, especially for these two.

It Started With a Kiss

Chapter One; Four Leafed Clover

"Stiles."

Scott anxiously called from across his bedroom, swiveling around in the desk chair he was sitting in.

"Stiles! Hello? Knock knock, anyone home?"

He yelled almost sounding aggravated and making a slight knocking motion. He wondered why the always so talkative friend of his, had fallen awkwardly silent. Stiles was laying on his bed, with a blank stair. He shook out of his trance and looked up, staring at his friend like a deer in head lights.

"Day dreaming about Lydia?"

He chuckled at his friend, picking at him for not having asked her out yet. Stiles stammered for an answer, looking back at the floor as if the right thing to say was in the hidden in the carpet.

"I just haven't had the time; you know we've been pretty booked with our newly found were-schedule of yours."

Scott gave him a "come on it's not that bad" look but Stiles wasn't done talking, of course.

"Waking up to keep watch while you and the pack go hunting, and then helping with the construction site out in the woods hasn't really left me with time to do much more than eat, sleep, work and go to school." He pointed the accusation, to get the topic off him and onto something else. Scott just rolled his eyes and gave a short chuckle.

"Well, you should make a move dude, I mean it's cool having a wing man when you're single, but I've got Allison and I think maybe you shoul-."

"Dude I know."

Stiles snapped impatiently.

"You feel like I'm jealous blah, you feel bad blah, I'm pitiful. I know dude, I just need some more time. I'm not sure Lydia is…" he paused contemplatively. "Exactly who I want anymore anyways... I've moved on, grown up, and honestly just lost interest. Experiences like what we went through, change your life you know, turn you all upside down and shit."

Stiles definitely felt upside down, inside out, and about as backwards as you could get about the "dating" subject.

It had been two years since this all happened. They were juniors now, and everything was back to normal, Allison's family had formed a well needed treaty with the pack, Peter had come back with much better intentions, and they all started to rebuild Derek's house. Stiles' dad had reclaimed his rightful place as sheriff and it seemed like everything was how it should be. This all perfect, and true but more importantly, it had been two years since Stiles had met Derek Hale.

Two years since he really began to question his sexuality and wonder if he even liked girls, and dealing with two years of Scott and Allison, made him yearn for something he knew he couldn't seem to find in anywhere but with him. He didn't want to even look at Lydia in that way anymore, and who was he kidding when he thought he could pry her off of Jackson. They were definitely perfect for each other.

He had two years worth of muscle tensing, sweat breaking, moan inducing, completely pornographic dreams of Derek that had slowly began to make him wish he had the courage to mention what went down between them. He knew after that night out in the woods near the Hale house that the sexual tension he had felt between them was mutual, but to this day he couldn't un-riddle Derek's actions, and for once, he wasn't about to talk to anyone about how he felt.

He wasn't embarrassed, but more worried that even mentioning it would ruin this relationship that they had reestablished already since then. Stiles was always eger to go out, into the woods, into the hot and muggy California summer air and work until the stars were there only light source and really till' they just couldn't work anymore, to rebuild what was left of the Hale house. They decided to tear down the second story, and just create a kind of club house like home for the pack to live, and a decent home for Derek to live in.

You could feel the obvious tension between Derek and Stiles, even if you were human and couldn't smell it on them. Scott just figured it was the usual, 'Stiles gets aggravating, loud and obnoxious and Derek, with his polar opposite personality, won't laugh at any of his jokes and definitely wont pipe in with any sort of conversation of his own.' Kind of tension, but something about it was different. Every now and then, you'll see Derek's mouth twitch, almost like he's holding back a smile. Which, how could you really blame him? Stiles' is pretty fucking hilarious. Even if he does get on everyone's nerves and not just Derek's. But this type of tension was different, it was like a tension you would feel between two people who had committed a crime that they couldn't let anyone find out about, and that even they were ashamed of.

Flashback

Stiles swished the rest of the Jack down as he sat up from his earlier laying position. He looked up to see Derek standing in front of him, looking aggravated and broody as usual. Stiles just gave him a "definitely guilty", and half-drunken smile. Derek looked down at him with the best poker face you could ever have, completely blank. He wondered, if this was an expression saved just for him, or was this an actual and overall attitude that he'd adapted just to give people the "I'm and asshole, beware" persona.

Before he could even pose his drunken question, Derek reached down and snatched the second bottle out of his hands and before he could protest, he opened the bottle, took a swig, and settled down next to Stiles against the large oak he was using to support his slouch.

There was a five or ten minute silence, and then Derek spoke.

"It really must be pretty tough, huh."

Derek mumbled guessing. Stiles looked at him puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

He asked, pretty damn well confused about what he was doing here, and why he was holding a calm, non hateful conversation. He pulled his knees up and rested his elbows accordingly so.

"Well, having your friend's life change at the blink of an eye, and you being just shuffled along with no say or anything. I wouldn't know, but it must be hard. It seems hard."

He stared blankly at the autumn stricken leaves surrounding them. Stiles just nodded, guessing he should feel some sort of resentment, but he didn't.

"I never really took a second thought to it honestly" he said, nodding again.

"I just kind of went with it. Figured it was just all meant to happen?"

Stiles laughed at his response, meant to happen was definitely a new way to put it. Derek raised his gaze to the stars and then slowly back to Stiles.

"I don't know you just always seemed like the guy who got rustled around even when you didn't deserve it. You know? You didn't ask for this, so why do you have to deal with it, the trouble and torment. You're a pretty good friend to Scott, and all of us really to stick around. I mean, all this violence, drama, and bullshit can't be easy to process let alone just add to your daily agenda of 'things that are normal and happen all the time.'"

Stiles just gave a slight grimace when he thought about all the painful and terrifying memories he had over the past few months. He was right, it wasn't easy, but Stiles really felt like he had no choice. He wasn't about to leave Scott to deal with it all on his own, and he had made friends with the pack. He felt like pack, in fact, and when he was with his pack he felt at home.

"Just glad it's all finally settled and done with I guess."

He managed a husk answer and reached over for the bottle in Derek's grasp, took a good long drink and threw it out into the forest. "No more of that for a while." He chuckled; glad he wouldn't have to drink away his problems anymore.

He looked down to notice Derek had placed his hand on his thigh, he just assumed it was for comfort, but he wondered, almost hoped, if it was more than a friendly pat on the leg.

He looked up at him and studied Derek's chiseled profile, there was no denying he was very good looking. From the scruff of his jaw line, to the green glimmer in his eyes as he shifted a little closer to Stiles. He had to hold back from touching him, he had this sudden urge to just pull him closer and take him in, he could smell eau du Derek all the way over to where he was sitting, and it was making him more drunk than the whiskey. He just swallowed and shifted a little closer.

Stiles yearned to place his lips all over him, pull off his clothes and explore the world of Derek Hale. He thought it was just the Jack, it had to be, Stiles couldn't find another way to prove these feelings to himself, and just as he was about to look away, Derek looked over and caught his gaze. He looked down at his hand and pulled it back insecurely, but before he could settle it back in his own lap, Stiles reached out and grabbed it, replacing the lost warmth on his thigh, he looked at his hand and held it tightly, intertwining their fingers together.

Derek just kept looking at him, there were no words for the comfort he felt when he was with Stiles, even though he knew "them" wasn't exactly the best of ideas, he couldn't help but wish sometimes. He thought about all the goofy things the kid does, and all the situations he gets himself into. 'He is so brave." He thinks to himself. When he tells him to run, he sticks around to fight for them. When he should be cowering in his room, he's out risking his life with a bunch of teenage werewolves, and before he could say anything, Stiles leaned over and nuzzled his head onto Derek's chest, closing his eyes, relaxing into Derek.

This was something the wolf couldn't let himself do, he couldn't relax, but he didn't even protest. He placed his free hand on to Stiles' back, pulling him closer and closed his eyes, letting out the breath he had held in, thinking if he breathed he would blow Stiles away like sand in the wind. He just held on tighter. He could finally show himself to Stiles, not the hard and insensitive Derek, but the caring part that yearned to feel Stiles against him. That's when he felt something awaken in him, something different, and new, something manly and animal. He pulled Stiles up onto his lap and pressed his lips into his neck, ghosting his breath over his skin, and letting his hands fall to his hips. He could hear his heartbeat rise and the new aroused tension in the air broke, and everything felt so right.

Stiles complied when he let his legs wrap around Derek's waist. The air seemed to thicken and Derek's heart was racing now, as he stared up into Stiles' eyes, brown, flicked with gold. He studied his features, reaching his hand up cautiously to touch his face acting as if he was blind, feeling at all the angles of his face like brail, his soft blushing skin and slightly chapped lips, long delicate eye lashes, and a hint of stubble on his cheeks. He let his lips rest on the pulse in his neck, letting the sound fill his ears.

Stiles didn't even pull back, just let it happen, the warmth of what he still thought was the alcohol rising until he felt it at the tip of his ears. He leaned forward and stopped just before Derek's face looking up into his eyes, asking for permission that was surely granted when Derek leaned up and pressed his lips hard and hungrily into Stiles', wishing this would never end, this feeling spreading from his thighs to his stomach, that was fluttering and his pulse jumping at every touch of Stiles that he felt.

The kiss went on far longer than expected and soon Derek had pinned him down and was kissing all over his neck, leaving love bites all over it. Stiles was feeling up under Derek's shirt, along the strong defined muscles of his back, and chest, then he pulled him down flush against him, and tugging at his hair. He loved every second, and he felt Derek's tongue press against his mouth asking, begging to be let in, and he of course allowed it access. Their tongues fought for dominance, getting sucked, kissed, and nibbled.

Stiles thought this was as perfect as it could get, he pulled back and gasped for well needed air, looking up at the wolf straddled on top of him, smiling and rutting his hips into his and he slowly worked his hands up his thighs and to the bottom of Derek's shirt and pulling it up, and off of him to show his masculine and toned body, he couldn't get enough of it, all he wanted to do was touch. He was intoxicated by his smell as he felt his way up his chest and placed his arms comfortably around his neck.

"De-Derek."

Styles mumbled the first words to be spoken in what it seemed like centuries. Derek looks down at him and just smiled making a slight confirming noise in the back of his throat that sounded so close to a growl in made Stiles even harder. Derek looked down to see how aroused he had made the kid and licked his lips and leaned back down to kiss up Stiles' neck, but before he could return to his lips, he looked down at the fragile and human boy on more time, the boy who he had pushed himself onto in the woods, he really looked at him, his innocent face and his soft pale skin that he was leaving marks all over. Derek was leaving marks on him already, and the animal slowly left him and he felt a pain of guilt.

He would hurt him, he was cold and hard and he would bring nothing but darkness into his life, take his innocence and ruin him. He couldn't stand to do that to Stiles, he cared far too much for the irritating and childish kid. He slowly stood up feeling guilty, grabbed his shirt and brushed himself off. He mumbled something that sounded like an apology but didn't even take a second glance at Stiles. He growled, trying not to think about the look of hurt or confusion that would be crossing his face, and ran off into the woods.

Stiles laid there for a few more minutes not able to process what had just occurred and as he thought more about it, he realized he liked it, all of it. He wanted Derek; he wanted him. He sat up and looked around. "Derek." He whispered into the dark, but as soon as he could muster the courage to discuss this lust Derek was gone. He felt a slight knot forming in his stomach that made him feel like he did something wrong. He knew that wasn't true, but he also didn't know what made Derek leave. He got up and found his way back to his jeep but before getting in he looked back at the tree, the place where they shared their moment, their kiss. And in that moment he knew, there was much more the Derek Hale than his scowl and heavy armored defense system of emotions. He knew Derek felt the same way, obviously, but what made him walk away was as just as much of a puzzle as he was.

As he sat in the driver's seat he tried to sober himself up enough to drive home, he whipped the beading sweat off his forehead, tried to calm his protruding, but softening excitement, and jammed the keys in the ignition. "What the actual fuck just happened, and what am I going to do." He spoke in a joking desperation. And he knew, that in that moment he had found something rare, a feeling deep inside that he couldn't get from anyone else, rare like four leafed clover.

The end! Hope you guys really liked it, there will be more chapters, and I hope to finish this strong and with a good ending. Any requests for story lines are very welcome, because I really don't have quite the clue where this one is going to go but, if you guys will just review and message me ideas I will be more than happy to comply and give you guys what you want to read! Thank you oh, so much for reading this. You have no idea. Thank you and happy reading!