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Non-Creepy Mansion | Saturday Afternoon

Stiles practically ran to the mansion after returning to Fandom. He hadn't seen Derek for a week, hadn't talked to him in two days, and he put together enough from his last texts to know that crap was going down in Beacon Hills. He knew logically that if Derek had been dealing with anything Stiles had already been through then he'd make it out okay. Still. He wanted to see him.

"Derek?" Stiles called when he stepped through the doorway. "Derek?"

When he got no answer and saw that the ground floor was empty, he started going up the stairs. "Okay, I'm going to your room now. I know I'm not supposed to be there but it's your fault for not answering me."

"Derek, are you even home?"

[For one! And definitely NFB. For reasons]

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Which could be why Derek was in his personal space suddenly to grab Stiles' arm and steady him. "You're going to break something."

"You surprised me. I wasn't expecting the whole red eyes thing," Stiles said, trying to act normal even though Derek was all up in his grill. "Well, I mean, I did expect it at some point but just not...you know...right this second."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm great," Derek said, leaning in to sniff at Stiles' throat unnecessarily close considering his abilities.

Also a lie.

"I really doubt that," Stiles said, his voice going up a bit when the whole neck sniffing thing started to happen. "Do I smell good or something?"

"You smell," Derek said, not thinking about his uncle or his potentially terrible future for a moment. "Like you're worried. And nervous. But mostly like you're aroused."

Well he probably reeked of embarrassment now too so, thanks Derek. "Your face is like right in my neck."

And he was a seventeen year old virgin so yeah, arousal would happen.

"If I didn't like it, I wouldn't be in the room," Derek said. It was very difficult to remember why he wasn't just dragging Stiles to the nearest flat surface.

And this is why that whole surge of alpha confidence and douche-baggery was dangerous. It made you forget your crippling issues for a short period of time.

"You can't just announce that I'm aroused," Stiles said, curling his fingers into Derek's shirt because he had no idea what else to do with his hands. Apparently moving was an option that hadn't occurred to him. "That's not fair, it's not like I can do that to you."

Derek responded by slipping his hand up Stiles' arm to his shoulder and then neck. "You could."

WAY TO GIVE HIM THE ERICA TREATMENT, DEREK.

That was definitely not helping with the arousal thing. It was also making him slow 'cause all of his blood was likely rushing south. "What are you talking about?"

Deal with his creepy Kate seduction impression. "You could be more," Derek said, tilting his head so that his nose just brushed against Stiles' jaw. "Stronger."

Stiles froze. He had gotten this spiel before. "Are you offering me the bite?"

"I'm offering you a gift," Derek corrected, apparently not thinking anything wrong with petting Stiles' throat with his thumb, right over the pulse point. "I want you."

In his pack. IN HIS PACK.

And, okay, let's be real, the other way too, So much the other way.

"I want you too," he replied, reaching for the hand that was doing creepy things to his neck and twining their fingers together instead. "But I don't want to be a werewolf."

He never wanted the bite. Not unless he had some kind of terminal disease or he was being possessed by some evil spirit and that was the only way to get it out, but what were the odds of that happening?

So, so slim! Probably astronomical!

Derek looked down at the hand, not even worrying about his gross hands. Because clearly being an alpha fixed that.

Spoiler alert: It did not.

"You're not lying."

"I'm not?" You could probably smell the relief on him. "Peter said I was lying when I told him no but he was probably being a manipulative dickbag, as per usual."

"Because you know what happens when I have a pack," Derek said slowly, not looking away from the hand to confirm anything on Stiles' face.

"No. God, Derek, no of course not," Stiles said, squeezing Derek's hand. "I'd say no to anybody who offered. I like being human, believe it or not. I don't have to be a werewolf to be in your pack."

"I want you in my pack," Derek said, crowding into Stiles' space until he was against a wall. His hands almost holding Stiles' head, but not quite touching it like everything was too fragile to touch.

And this went right back to being arousing. He really needed to get a hold of himself because this was pathetic.

"Okay," he said. "Okay, I want to be in your pack."

Derek nodded once like he was confirming it to himself that Stiles was telling the truth. He inhaled deeply before pushing forward to kiss Stiles. And, okay, it was a little awkward and frantic from an objective viewpoint.

Awkward and frantic were good words to use, yes. Stiles didn't much care though, too excited and overwhelmed by actually getting to kiss Derek. He looped his arms around Derek's neck and tried not to be completely inept at this.

There were things they should talk about, very important things, but he just wanted to enjoy this for a moment. Maybe for a few moments.

There was still a whole lot they should talk about before getting on with this. And possibly waiting for someone to have graduated so this was less distressing all around.

But this is what happens when you have several high emotion weekends in a row. Oh, and a few months of stifling tension building up. That too.

Derek ran his fingers through Stiles' hair, tugging slightly to correct the angle so it was ever so slightly less awkward.

Wow, that did make things better. And that was not exactly encouraging Stiles to stop. And they really should because talking. Talking things should happen.

Apparently Stiles was going to move on to mouthing at Derek's neck instead. Hey, if clothes stayed on it was okay, right? Right.

Okay, neck biting was not helping them stop and discuss things before mistakes were made.

More mistakes than this, yes. It was possible.

Derek groaned, moving a hand away from Stiles' head so that he could support himself against the wall even as his head tilted to the side to allow Stiles more room to work with.

Oh god, this was all going to end in embarrassment and hiding.

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