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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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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.

Stiles was completely and utterly unaware of Derek's presence. Probably because he was focused on cooking the steaks and trying not to burn his hands in the process with grease flying everywhere.

Derek's words caused him to whirl around, holding a spatula out as if it were a weapon, a startled look on his face. Once those words sink in though, he frowns and glances towards the stove in thought. He'd suggested they come here to their house. Derek had driven him here. He'd suggested Derek take a nap. Derek had napped.

"No! I mean....if I did I didn't mean to! I just - I wasn't even trying! I was just talking."

"It's because you fed on me. Either it strengthens the link between us or my weaken state makes me more likely to follow simple commands," he said mostly to calm his own temper. He did push Stiles out of the way and took the spatula. He turned up the stove and took out one of the steaks.

"You don't cook much do you?" he said still angry, but obviously settling down.

Derek was probably right. Stiles wasn't used to watching what he said around anyone except Scott, who reacted to his every suggestion like it was a command. He definitely hadn't expected Derek to jump when he was told to jump or nap when he was told to nap, as the theory went. "Or maybe it's the blood I used to heal you? It could have happened either way or the transfusion could have strengthened my control over you."

So he shouldn't feed off of Derek? A part of him protested. Alpha blood was addicting. It was like crack cocaine, something he didn't know he could quit now that he'd had a second helping. "I shouldn't feed on you for awhile then....."

He shuffles out of the way when Derek mans the stove, moving towards the table to set out some plates and silverware, "I don't cook ever. Dad cooks, I don't. I just stuff myself with chips and other stuff that's totally bad for me when he's gone. I just thought since you fed me it was only polite to return the gesture...."

Derek put a near perfect medium rare steak on a plate and then made a fully rare one for himself. The stake barely touched the heat and it was exactly how he liked it. He put them both on the table and then he sat down feeling out of sorts.

"Your dad isn't coming home tonight is he?" he asked before taking his first bite. He put the steak on a fork and took a bite, ripping into it. Blood rain down his cheeks and down his chin, but he didn't seem to care.

Stiles took at seat at the table, trying not to be awestruck at the fact that Derek actually knew how cook. It shouldn't surprise him, after all Derek had been on his own since the fire broke out, but somehow he pictured him all wolfed out and devouring poor helpless creatures like Scott did on the full moon. "I've got to learn how to do that without burning myself." He says as the steak hits his plate.

A few minutes later Derek had his steak and they were both sitting at the table like some kind of weird, supernatural family. A werewolf and a vampire sitting at the table eating steaks. It sounded like some kind of cosmic joke! He'd just gotten a bite of his own steak when he looked up and there it was.

Derek Hale with blood splattered all over his face and chin. Blood.... Derek....

His two favorite combinations.

Stiles wasn't even conscious of how fast he moved, but suddenly he was there, invading the werewolf's personal space, licking the blood from his face with a barely restrained growl.

He wasn't shocked at first. It wasn't beyond wolf behavior, but that calm only lasted an instant. Then he found himself springing back almost clumsily. He fell out of the chair with how fast he jumped back. He fell onto his back bringing Stiles with him. His legs came over his head and to the side, pulling away. He scrambled to get up quickly and he walked a bit further away. He wiped his face off, but the smell lingered like a disquieting perfume.

"Stiles. Are you that desperately horny that you think you can get away with that?"

Derek might not be shocked, but Stiles certainly was. He wasn't even sure what category of creepy this fell under! Super freaky or just freaky? Because he'd be willing to be there wasn't even a name for the amount of freak he felt right now!

"I didn't mean to - you had blood all over your face!"

As if that should explain everything, including the way he was eying Derek like a medium rare cooked steak.

"Dude. Blood! You act like I had a freakin' choice! You can't just...bathe yourself in steak blood and expect me not to notice!"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware I was talking to an animal. I thought you were a man with some sort of self control," he said, looking over at the steak. It did have an awful lot of blood and he should have thought of that before eating it in front of a vampire. That made him feel a bit guilty, but he'd already accused him of something and he wasn't the sort to back down.

Stiles immediately felt like he was the animal here. Never mind the fact that he was dining with a werewolf who had probably made Bambi and orphan over and over again!

"Yeah, like you'd do any better if I dangled a raw steak in front of you!" As if! He liked to think he was the more gentleman's option here.

"Get rid of the blood before I do it for you! With my tongue.....

Derek went into the kitchen and washed his face off. He was sure that it was his own choice and not Stiles, although he'd been tempted for a moment to stay still. He wonder whose impulse it was, his or Stiles.

"I'd feel fine," he said coming out of the kitchen again, "I've had a lifetime to get used to my self control."

Stiles felt a lot less like attacking Derek once he came back without blood all over his face. Oh, the urge was still there, but it was back to where he could control it. "Yeah, that's easy for you to say. I've had...what, a week? A week to get all this vampire stuff to where I don't feel like ripping out everyone's throat..."