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So for the entire week after his initial 'turn', Stiles and Scott had practically disappeared. They were pretty busy exploring Stiles new powers and while they didn't gain access to his every strength and weakness, they had dispelled some of the usual myths. Like garlic. Stiles could consume it like Adderall. After some horsing around, it was decided that Stiles could heal every bit as fast as a werewolf, granted he'd fed recently. Any substantial wounds required a blood transfusion. He was every bit as fast as Scott when it came to maneuvering around the forest. He could climb walls like Spider man and oh yeah, he had a tendency to control werewolves.

The first time he controlled Scott it had been purely by accident and even then, Scott had been left wandering the area with cold curly fries. As it turns out, he could control most betas with a mere suggestion.

Sure enough, Derek came home one day to find Erica rubbing his Stiles' shoulders, Boyd in the kitchen heating up a bag of blood, and Isaac folding some of his spare clothes.

Needless to say, Stiles was powerful in his own right.

Derek was the only one who could resist his control. Not that Stiles tried to control him after that first time, he wasn't suicidal enough to attempt that again. But with a pack of alphas steadily closing in around them, it was becoming more and more obvious that the least likely among them could possibly avert a territorial dispute.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to try to control you?"

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Derek could be stubborn, surprisingly, and was having trouble with this discussion. Stiles controlling him was the last thing he wanted and he wouldn't consider it, if they wouldn't need him.

"There is a pack of alpha's coming. That might not mean anything to you, but it might to Scott and it does to me. So, I need to know if you'll be able to help if it comes to that," Derek said sitting down after pulling up a chair for Stiles and setting his own directly across from it.

"It should be more of a push than controlling the betas. You're going to have to figure out something you really want me to do."

"You think I can go from controlling betas to possibly controlling an entire pack of alphas? Do you even realize how crazy that sounds? Man you must really be desperate at this point to come up with a plan like that." Stiles, even after the past week of settling into his new supernatural life, still tended to underestimate himself. His lack of confidence in his new found abilities acted as a check, helping to balance his humanity and the warring blood lusting creature inside of him.

On the other hand, he didn't want Scott to get hurt and to some extent, he didn't want Derek to be ripped to pieces. That over bearing sour wolf had really stepped up to try and help him whenever he could, which was more then he could say for the dirt bag who had turned him in the first place.

"I guess I can try."

What did he really want Derek to do? Oh, that was such a loaded question. He'd been having some very feverish fantasies ever since he'd tasted the alpha's blood.

"Alright. Here's one for you."

He leans in, trying his best to focus on controlling Derek. It wasn't like with Scott or the other betas. He could easily get them to do what he wanted, but with Derek it was like there was a stone wall he had to push through just to get past his defenses. "Let me drive your Camaro."

Derek wondered if Stiles realized that by agreeing to try that he was also agreeing to help. It wasn't a definite yes, but it showed promise. Honestly, he wasn't sure where Stile's loyalty was strongest. After all this was a fight between werewolves and he was a vampire, one that hadn't always liked Derek's pack.

Derek laughed at the command than paused when Stiles didn't seem to find it funny.

"That was a joke right?" he asked.

Stiles was always going to help if Scott was involved. The two of them had always been best friends, two peas in a pod and if anything his transformation had only made them closer. Now Scott didn't have to worry about his human friend getting hurt or killed because he was technically already dead.

"Nope. Not joking. Definitely not joking." Alright, that command hadn't worked at all. He decided to try again and this time his eyes turned a sinister blood red color, there was a heavier weight to his voice. It might feel like the metaphorical equivalent of someone snapping a whip at Derek's wolf.

"Hand me your keys."

He didn't realize his arm was moving until he saw it. It was a shifting out of the corner of the vision and then he felt it. He tried to force it to pause, but there was a strain. He could hold himself back, but his muscles were shaking from the effort.

"Keep going," he said as his eyes turned red and he did everything to keep that arm from reaching for the keys in his pocket. He started to get some back pull, but it hurt like hell.

Stiles couldn't help grinning as he noticed Derek bending to his will. Even though he tried not to let it go to his head, controlling someone (especially a big bad alpha like him) always gave him a rush of power and excitement.

Then he felt Derek start to fight him and yeah, those red eyes were a bit unnerving. "Give me your keys now!" His voice became deeper, hitting an octave that would make any canine flinch and whine.

Derek felt his will being pushed to the side and his body continuing to move on it's own. He used his free arm to hold his other down, but even that was forced away by an unseen hand. Finally he felt the cold steel of the keys in his fingers. Pain was echoing in his arm, in his body, as if the keys were on fire. He tossed the keys to Stiles with a howl of frustration, but only then did he find any release.

He held his arm as he fell down on his knees out of the chair. His arm was a huge bruise from where he'd tried to hold it back and he felt as if he'd dislocated his shoulder and elbow in the attempt.

"At least we know what you can do," he said looking up at him, eye still red and teeth slowly receding.

Stiles was really only used to bossing around betas and they always just obeyed without even realizing it. He'd never seen someone resist his will before and to be honest it looked painful. He was slightly horrified and yet the darker side of him reveled in the knowledge he could make an alpha suffer for resisting his command.

He caught the keys on instinct alone, but swiftly set them aside in favor of kneeling on the ground beside Derek. He was chewing on his bottom lip, a sure sign he was worried.

"You alright?"

Derek stared up at him as his arm healed and his breathing was still hard. He wondered of Stiles realized what this meant, if he understood his power. Scott had assured him that the man was good, that Stiles won't do destroy them, but hoped that was right.

"I always heal," Derek said as he stood up, flexing his fingers over and over. Every time it hurt like hell, but it reminded him of who he really had to fear.

"I didn't know it would hurt you. No one else resisted...." He was still biting his bottom lip, looking utterly unsure and confused by the emotions warring inside of him.

And of course he didn't realize his own power, what he could potentially do to all of them. If he wanted, he could turn Derek and his entire pack into his own personal slaves.

But Stiles hadn't lost himself to his vampire nature. At least not yet. He wasn't drunk on power.

"Uh, here." He held out the keys. "I don't really want to drive your car. I'd feel like I was cheating on my baby." His jeep....his good old faithful jeep.

He took the keys, which no longer burned him and put them back into his pocket. At least the ability wasn't lingering. He sat back down in the chair and motioned for Stiles to do the same.

"I can feel you in my brain and feel my body defying me," he said not adding how horrifying it was

"Beta's don't seem to notice what you've done until afterwards, but as you know, alphas are stranger. Let's try this one more time, without using your voice," Stiles said sitting back and waiting for it to all start over again.

He took a seat, but that worried look just didn't seem to vanish. At least not yet. "Yeah, it's pretty weird on my end. It's sort of like forcing myself through a brick wall. The betas were like...water. Especially Scott."

When Derek told him to try it again, his hand slid across the back of his head, rubbing the nape of his neck. "Uh, I don't think I should. I'm not some masochistic freak, I don't want to hurt you...."

The thought of Scott fallowing his commands even more easily made him laugh. Scott had never once fallowed him, even if he should have. Maybe their friendship and trust made Scott even easier to bend,

"Would you rather try it on me or try it on an alpha about to rip out your throat once it puts some tape over your mouth?"

Stiles gulped. Yup, he gulped. That adam's apple of his was bobbed visibly at that mental image, "You. I'd rather try it out on you." Because even if he was virtually indestructible, he didn't want to know what it felt like to be ripped apart by werewolf claws and teeth.

"I'm not sure how to do this without talking. My mouth is pretty much my best weapon or...it used to be." He'd talked himself out of a lot of potentially dangerous situations.

"Um..."

He clamped his mouth shut and let his eyes go red all over again. This time he tried to project his desire mentally. Except his mind and body wanted two totally different things. What he was focusing on was forcing Derek to give up his keys again. What crashed across Derek's will was the desire to kiss Stiles....

The will that wiggled inside of him was more powerful this time. He felt an urgent pull and was halfway leaned forward before he stopped himself. He wondered, for a horrifying moment, if this was Stiles' will or somehow his own. Not that he'd ever considered kissing the lengthy boy, but if he had subconsciously this would be the perfect time for his body to try and act it out.

His eyes went red, but couldn't strain against it as last time. He was drawn forward, but he kept his fingers into the chair. He kept chanting no, no, no, over and over again in his mind and dug werewolf nails into his chair. Still, his feet moved, pulling him closer and closer to the other man. He felt his will snap under the pressure and gave up, for an instant, all control. His hand wrapped around Stile's neck and his mouth crushed down on the other's sweet lips.

He kissed him for an instant and was released. He threw himself back enough to make him stumble and almost fall on the chair behind him. It was only werewolf reflexes that kept him on his feet.

"What the fuck was that?" he demanded licking at his leather sleeve to get rid of the intimate taste. His eyes were still red and his fangs starting to grow. He felt violated and that made him angry. One hit to the head and Stiles would be all prey again.

Stiles wasn't actually expecting a kiss. In his mind he'd been focusing on the car keys, but apparently his subconscious was playing a bitch of a joke on him.

When Derek's lips crashed against his, his whole body did a comical flail. His hands waved comically in the air and his legs drew up, narrowly missing kneeing the alpha in the balls. He was completely and utterly in shock and fuck you Derek that was his first kiss!

"Wow! Wowowowowow!"

He wasn't in his chair anymore. Somehow he'd managed to jump all the way to the ceiling and was just staring down at Derek with equally wide, red eyes.

"No! That was so not what I was telling you to do!"

Derek stared up at him and forced himself to calm down. This was a mistake, he reminded himself, and he'd made plenty of mistakes as a young werewolf. They'd learned something, the subconscious was more powerful than his conscious at the moment. He could demand for something he truly wanted, but only ask for what something he didn't.

"You weren't thinking about it at all? You never have?" he asked and only after it was out of his mouth did he realize what he was asking. His eyebrows came together and shook the thought away. Surely Stiles didn't think of Derek like that. He had had no inclination that Stiles even liked men after all. Perhaps it was pure hormonal instinct.

Oh it was hormonal alright, but not really much of a surprise to Stiles, who had suffered through some truly fantastic fantasies lately. Fantasies in which Derek had the starring and encore role.

"Of course not! I must have been thinking about Lydia or something...." Which was a pathetic lie, but lucky for Stiles his heart didn't beat and so Derek could never tell when he was lying.

"I was thinking about your car keys." And how awesome it would be if they kissed. He could still taste Derek of his lips....

"I guess I'm a bit hungry too..."

Derek stared at him, watching his face and out of instinct his pulse points. There wasn't a clue obviously and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know if Stiles was thinking of him like that. Werewolves weren't picky when it came to mates, male or female anyways, but Stiles wasn't exactly Derek's type. Still, his tongue licked his lips and he felt a little something as he tasted the vampire's particular taste on them.

"Then come down and I'll feed you," he said than went back to sit down on his bed. He tried to roll up his sleeve, but his still healing hand was too clumsy and the other hand a bit too swollen to get out of the sleeve. He'd done a number on himself trying to keep those keys. He slipped out of the long sleeve black shirt and kept it over his injured arm, offering the other while in nothing but a white tank top.

"The using the ability likely drains you of blood lust control too."

He wasn't so sure Derek offering him a free meal was a good thing. Especially after all the weird and sexy dreams he'd been having since the last time he's dropped fang on that alpha. Since then he'd been struggling to make do with animal blood. Deacon had provided him with an excellent array of blood, all cruelty free from healthy animal specimens. Dogs, cats, and cows mostly.

In short, it was disgusting.

The mere thought of getting more alpha blood in his system had him dropping fang incredibly fast. He hated that! It was such a dead give away.

"You sure you wanna do that? I can tell you're still healing...."

He found himself jumping down to the floor. Any other vampire might have made that transition smoothly, but Stiles managed to fall flat on his face on the floor not far from Derek's chair.

"Deacon got some deer blood in....and that's always better then the cow stuff..."

"An alpha is better than all of it," he said putting his hand to his shoulder and using a nail to draw a line down his neck. He felt the blood and knew that Stiles wouldn't be able to deny himself any longer.

"It'll make you stronger and I need you at your best. I don't know if these alphas will know how to repel your ability or if they know your best weakness," he said waiting for the fangs and for more pain.

"Well yeah, but I can't - "

The scent of blood alerted him to the fact that he could and in fact...would feed from a potentially wounded alpha. It wasn't something he could consciously control. The scent of fresh blood in the air had him crawling all over Derek, pushing him back against the bed with supernatural strength.

Oddly enough, instead of going for the obvious cut along his neck, Stile's mouth moved along the wolf's injured arm. Kissing at bruised flesh. He bit his bottom lip without realizing it and dripped a few droplets of blood onto Derek's arm.

There might have been a hot, white tingling sensation that marked a definite healing of muscle, tendon, and skin. Without realizing it, Stiles had healed his injured arm far faster then his werewolf healing could keep up with.

Not that he noticed because his fangs made their way towards that cut, sinking in deep....

The kiss almost made him sit up and push him off. It also made another reaction, one he wasn't about to admit to, not unless the other used some kind control. He felt the heat and was staring at his arm which was already healing. It pissed him off that a vampire could heal him faster than he could heal himself, but he held that back. He had to focus on the vampire feeding on him. He finally felt his pain increase and pushed the head away with all the strength he had, eyes going red in the effort.

"Enough," he said his arm feeling stronger than it ha before, even with the blood loss.

For Stiles, it definitely wasn't enough. Alpha blood tasted like spiced wine across his tongue and it had a kick to it that made him feel like he could do anything! The bagged blood lacked endorphins and adrenaline or at least that's what Deacon told him made the difference. It was utter crap and this....Derek's blood was the absolute gold mine of blood types!

He was pried off of Derek's neck and pushed back with a yelp, hands scrambling to keep himself from face planting on the floor again.

"Wow, yeah...okay."

He still wasn't sure what made him do that thing to Derek's arm. Instinct, maybe? He definitely didn't like seeing him hurt.

"I didn't even know I could do that blood healing thing...."

"Maybe you weren't trying to. Maybe you just wanted to kiss some part of me," he said still tired and dizzy. His neck hurt, but it was healing. He put his hand to it to hold the rest of the blood in. He'd have to clean up once he was done, to keep Stiles at bay and from thinking about feeding on him.