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It had started with a comment from Lydia.

"God! Would it kill you boys to clean once in a while!" It wasn't really a question. It was a statement made in disgust. Jackson just rolled his eyes at his mates comment and continued to talk to Danny about the up coming game. As interested as Danny was in Lacrosse he was desperately trying to get Jackson to focus on their project. In the corner of the room sat Scott and Lydia in a romantic mess cooing at each other in between kisses, much to Derek's disgust. The comment had fallen on deaf ears. Or so Lydia had thought. Derek had not acknowledged the comment though he had heard he clearly. He was busy reading and had no desire to give Lydia the pleasure of having someone to whine to. He was about to turn the page when he heard her sign, annoyed because she was being ignored. She then proceeded to pull out her phone and began a fast (obviously irate) text. He heard the distinct click of her sending the text. When he saw her smirk out of the corner of his eye he knew something bad was coming.

Stiles awoke to a loud buzzing from his phone. He mumbled something incoherent, but it definitely would not have been pleasant had it been clear. He fumbled blindly for his phone. He peeked his head out from under his pillow and looked at his phone through the slit of his open eye. Sighing he opened the text he had received from Lydia.

Stiles. The house is mess, no one will listen to me! I can barely see the floor. The worst part is this... I have to pee but I can't because the toilet scares me! SAVE ME!

He hadn't even had coffee yet. He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. Lydia could wait for another hour... she could hover or do whatever it is girls do. His phone went off again. This time it was from Jackson.

Are you up? Hurry up and get here so you can make breakfast. I'm starving!

Ugh! He pulled the pillow over his face. Why him? Another buzzing. Scott.

Hey dude! Where are you? Lydia won't stop whining, Jackson is getting growly cuz he is hungry, and we were supposed to go look at comic books before all the good ones are gone.

Stiles simply frowned and waited for more. His phone buzzed three times in a row. He took a deep breath to calm himself. He opened the first from Danny.

Stiles. I don't mean to bother you, dude, but... I can't get J to focus on our project. He keeps complaining he can't focus on an empty stomach. Help? :/

Allison.

Hey S! Everyone misses you. Where are you?

Miss me? Yeah right! They just want me to do everything for them! He looked at the final text.

Derek.

You're late. Get here. Now.

He had no choice now. He could just imagine Derek saying that in his sexy Alpha tone. All harsh tone with warm eyes that said ' I want you. Now. Hard and fast. Gentle and Slow. You are mine.' and at the thought he jumped out of his bed and jumped into the shower. Who needs coffee when you have a god for a mate/ boyfriend to think about. Derek could always shake the sleep right off of Stiles. He could just trail a finger down Stiles freckled cheek and he would be awake. Wide awake. After showering as fast as possible Stiles threw on a dull gray t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He practically ran out the door and nearly applied his face to his jeep in a not-so-graceful way. Fumbling with the keys he managed to get them in the ignition and was already on the road to the Hale house. Upon entering he was met with a group of over excited teens at his presence. In the back, however, leaned the only one he wanted at the moment.

Derek stood leaning against the door frame that led to the kitchen and smirked internally at the look on Stiles face. In his eyes was the look reserved only for Derek. His large brown eyes had a hazed look about them and took in his image with great appreciation. His heart beat had sped up and now the scent of his arousal had hit all the were noses and the boys except Danny backed off. Though a small growl ripped up Derek's throat. All the humans stepped back and Stiles bit his lip before practically running to Derek. They collided gently and Derek looked into his mates eyes which were warm with affection. They stood that way for a moment or two. Simply being together, holding each other, feeling the warmth that could only be provided by the other. Stiles smile broke through and it radiated light into Derek's world. Derek swooped down (LIKE BATMAN!) and claimed the talkative boys lips in a tender yet devouring kiss. They stayed that way for quite some time, nipping and licking, playing, teasing. Stiles broke away when he thought about all the tasks he had to do. "I missed you." Stiles whispered before pecking his lips. "Did you miss me?" Derek knew he was just asking to play with him. Stiles always played games when the pack was around. He didn't like the pack knowing he submitted easily when Derek was involved. Stiles liked to think he was a badass, which he was. Just not when Derek was involved. Derek knew all his sweet spots. "Not at all." Derek said with a twinkle in his eyes. Stiles mocked hurt and huffed. "I see. And I thought you were the love of my life. I bet Lydia thought about me." He said cockily. Derek growled. He knew they were playing but he was still possessive. His mate was his and his alone. Stiles shuddered at the sound. Not in the that-scared-the-crap-out-of-me way. No, it was the my-boyfriend-is-a-werewolf-and-when-he-growls-it-makes-me-weak-kneed way. That was one of the things Derek loved about Stiles. Stiles accepted Derek for who he is. In fact, Stiles loved Derek's wolf. He loved the possessiveness, the bites, the way Derek would rub all over him so that the pack and anyone else who mattered could smell Derek all over him, he loved making sure Derek smelled of him too. Derek could see the look in Stiles eyes change and his breathe became a little heavier and the scent of arousal was heavy. Suddenly, Stiles was kissing his neck and licking the shell of his ear, nibbling. He whispered so softly that if you weren't a wolf you never would have heard a single syllable. "I'm going to make you beg for me tonight. You'll want me so much I'll be on your mind for weeks. I won't give it to you though. You have to earn it. Prove to me how much you want it. I will tease you like you have never been teased before. You will be weeping with want, pleading for mercy. And yet... you wont touch yourself because you know it wont even compare to being inside me. Oh, Derek, I will make you cave. My mate." Just after ending his sentence he finished with a nip to Derek's neck. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was calling to Derek's wolf and his wolf rose to the challenge; more than willing to accept. He went to grab him, throw him up against the wall (the way Stiles likes it), and show him just how quickly he would give in. But Stiles danced out of his grasp and into the kitchen. He heard a sharp intake of breath and smirked when arousal was replaced with pure anger. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!"

Hope you liked the first installment. Chapter two and another fanfiction will be up soon! Your reviews are VERY appreciated!