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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 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.

Stiles wiped at the corner of his mouth, frowning in thought. "I don't know. But uh....I can do the same to your neck if you want?" Since apparently that might be the purpose of his ability to heal others. To hide evidence of his bite.

"You look kinda pale. Maybe we should call it a day?"

"I agree," he said wondering if that meant Stiles would leave. He wasn't sure if this had made things weird between them or not and he needed them to be on the same team.

"Learning to use a new skill is like learning to read all over again," he said and put a comforting hand on Stile's shoulder, "So, don't blame yourself for before."

Oh things were beyond weird for Stiles. Derek had kissed him and even more strangely, apparently some part of him had wanted Derek to kiss him. Bizarre, right?

"I guess I'll go home. Uh, tomorrow I have to stay in and do some homework, so if you want to do any of this control stuff you'll have to do it at my place."

Derek put on his shirt then grabbed his coat. He'd done it without thinking about it, feeling like there was an odd pull. He hadn't felt any desire to fight against it, he must be tired.

"Fine, I'll come with you," he said then found himself headed to the door, "Let's take my car. You can't drive, but you'll love it's purr."

Stiles was at the door when he realized Derek was going to come with him. He was going to ride in Derek's car. He loved his old jeep, but let's face it Derek Hale's Camaro was sex on wheels. Maybe just riding in it would increase his cool factor a bit. Maybe.

"Sure, my dad shouldn't be home yet so sneaking you into the house should be easy."

He felt insulted for a second then he needed to be hidden then remembered his father still thought Derek was a crazy killer. He could understand then why they might need to hide.

He opened the door for Stiles then got in on his own side. He turned the car on and then opened it up.

"No seatbelt. I'm taking back roads," he said putting the car into drive and speeding off the second stiles was inside.

The Sheriff didn't even realize his own son had changed into an immortal creature of the night. Stile's behavior had been a bit off the wall and stranger then usual, but nothing that was completely off the charts of his usual habits.

He slid into the passenger seat and had enough time to admire the interior of the Camaro before they were headed to his house. "Uh, yeah I forgot you've gotta park your car down the street. None of my friends drive a Camaro and it'll definitely look out of place in our drive way."

"I already have a place to park," he said as he raced through the old roads that went through the forest instead of beside them. They weren't meant to be used as car roads anymore, but he navigated them at near sixty the hole way there, even dodging a few bushes that had popped up over the years. He parked in the middle of the woods then got out.

"Come on," he said and after a little walk they were behind Stiles house.

"I don't know if I should be in awe or creeped out that you know exactly what back road to take in order to park behind my house without anyone realizing it." Stiles said with a roll of his eyes as he climbed out of the car and walked with him up the path to his house.

He went inside first just to make sure his father wasn't home. He couldn't hear anyone moving around or any heartbeat, so he opened the front door for Derek and ushered him inside.

"Make yourself comfortable, sour wolf." He said as he opened his bedroom door and moved to grab his Chemistry book.

Derek would be rather displeased to know that Stiles couldn't tell from the outside of the house that it was empty. Derek had already done his check and found it was empty inside.

He walked in and looked around. He rarely saw inside of normal houses and found this one possible the most dull he'd seen in a while.

"Sour wolf?" he asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed and checked out the walls.

It's not surprising that Derek would find the decor of the Stilinski house a bit lacking considering the fact that it was just two bachelors, him and his dad, who lived here and neither of them had much flare for decorating.

Stiles curled up on the edge of his bed to start reading a chapter of his chemistry book, but as usual he found himself restless. It wasn't very long at all before he was hanging upside down from the ceiling with the book in his hands. He just seemed to concentrate better this way. Who knew hanging from a ceiling would be the cure for his ADD.

"Yeah, because you're always so serious and broody."

He watched him with curious eyes, feeling a bit restless himself. He didn't know what he was doing there and found the whole situation a bit odd. He couldn't put himself at ease about it, but he was starting to get too tired to care again. He must still be recovering.

"Because serious things are happening in my life. Is it a sin to think everything isn't a joke?"

"No it's not a sin, but you never find humor in anything. Take a look at me. There's a tense near-death-situation, I crack a joke, and immediately everyone relaxed a little bit. It's what I'm good at. I defuse a lot of situations." He flips through his book for a few more minutes before looking over at Derek with a frown, "If you're tired just lay down and take a nap. No one's going to bother you."

He found himself crawling towards the head of the bed suddenly exhausted. He put his head down and found the pull of the pillow completely irresistible.

"Maybe I could just....close my eyes," he said and did just that. He fell straight to sleep and curled up into a ball. His face was for once slack and he looked relaxed. He didn't snore or even move until twenty minutes later when he sat straight up, staring at the room around him.

"Stiles," he said his voice verging on a growl.

Stiles had finished his homework a few minutes later. When he jumped down from the ceiling, he noticed Derek curled into a ball and fast asleep on his bed. It was the cutest thing he'd ever seen, which baffled him entirely because he had never associated the word 'cute' with anything Derek had done before. He just looked a lot less serious when he was asleep.....

By the time Derek woke up, Stiles had left his room and was downstairs trying to cook some supper. He could still eat solid food, which was good because it would suck to have to fake eating around his father. He just craved blood a hundred times more then normal food.

The scent of food being cooked would eventually waft all the way to Derek. He was cooking up two steaks and so far he'd only managed to burn himself a minimum of four times.

He was sucking on the red flesh of his thumb when Derek came into the kitchen, cursing loudly.

Derek stared at the scene in front of him like he was going mad. How had he gotten here? He remembered driving, but he couldn't remember why and for some mad reason he'd taken a nap in stiles bed. He could smell the man all over him and he knew everyone else in his pack would be able to. It was humiliating and would take days to wash off.

"You used your ability to get me to come home with you?" he demanded between curses and half hearted threats.