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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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Stiles had been pretty sure who he was in love with before all this vampire business. It definitely hadn't been Scott. Scott was like a lovable younger brother to him. He didn't see how he could survive without Stiles sometimes.

"That's because no one ever taught me how to kiss. It's not like girls are lining up for the job." He shuffles his feet, sliding a hand across the back of his head, looking the very picture of awkward. "And Danny just kind of laughed at me when I asked if he wanted to kiss me."

"But you've kissed someone before right? You're what...seventeen," he asked a bit bewildered. He'd seen guys a lot worse looking than Stiles making out with girls at school and some of them smelt completely like sex. Stiles wasn't a perfectly built jock like Jackson, but he could see the appeal, especially to a woman.

"Well if you count playing spin the bottle? And they were always pretty quick ones." He'd been holding out for Lydia all these years. It only made sense why he hadn't just grabbed some random girl and made out with her. "Lydia has pretty much always been end-game for me. Since second grade."

He raised an eyebrow as he mentioned spin the bottle and quick pecks. He slowly realized something and that made the other eyebrow met the one higher on his forehead.

"You're a virgin," he said half amused and have astonished. Where seventeen year old boys ever that determined to get their 'one true love'?

He hated when Derek's brows did that. It always meant he was secretly laughing at someone. Would it kill the guy to crack a smile and since when did he become so fluent in Derek-eyebrow-language?

"Yeah, so what?" He tried to sound like it didn't bother him, but it totally did. A virgin vampire. That had to be some kind of cosmic joke. It would make for the worst or funniest comedy movie ever. "Not all of us can fall back on our brooding good locks."

"Doesn't it bother you? You died a virgin. You missed out on so much," he said deciding not to start another shouting match by reminding him how impossible, or at least hard, it'd be to control himself when he got passionate with someone. He wasn't sure if Stiles could handle the mental image of himself seeing Lydia as a snack.

"I could help you with that," he said meaning completely that he knew girls, werewolves that would be strong enough to push him off, if he allowed it. It'd still be a pretty tricky situation.

"Shut up already!" If Derek thought Stiles didn't know what he was missing out on, he was seriously underestimating the amount of porn hidden on his computer. "It's not like I planned it to be like this!" He hadn't known he was going to be bitten by a vampire and left for dead a week ago.

"Oh really?" Now it was Stile's turn to raise his brows. Both of them up as high as they could physically go - because that sounded a bit risque coming from Derek. "Dude, what does that even entail?"

Derek paused wondering what Stiles wanted it to entail. He'd asked a lot from the young man and offered nothing back put a drop of blood here or there. He gulped a little, wishing he could feel Stiles pushing him somewhere, but there was nothing.

"What do you want to entail?" he asked. A simple question that held no promises, only a fulfillment of his curiosity.

"Well I can't do anything with your betas. It'd be too easy to control them and then I'd feel like crap..." Not to mention no one except Erica even remotely hit his hot switch and since she'd said she'd had a crush on him before, he'd feel awful if he somehow made her have sex with him.

"I don't even know.... There's this weird, freaky thing between us and I don't know if it's from me feeding on you or if I'm just losing my mind entirely. Or if it's just ramped up teenage vampire hormones. I mean we've exchanged a good bit of saliva today, you have to admit."

Derek stared at him, his face as unreadable as the world's best poker player. He tilted his head and thought about today and these odd feelings. He felt almost weak around Stiles and that was a thrill. It was exciting to feel like he might actually have to fight someone for once. There was also an odd respect for the boy who had the will power to deny himself the true power he could have.

"I thought you didn't like our....saliva exchanges," he said, buying time. Was there lust here? He imagined pinning Stiles to the wall and kissing him harshly then felt an odd stirring. A bit, maybe more than a bit if he was being honest.

"Okay, I lied. A little bit. The first one surprised me. Then I was looking at you and your arm was all beat up - because of me. Then I was feeding off you. Now back at my place I was licking your face and dude, you kissed me this time. I didn't will that. You could have just...smacked me around like you tend to do with everyone else."

Stiles was talking fast. He tended to do that when he was nervous. "But you're a werewolf and I'm a freaking vampire! I mean this has to be crazy, right?"

He could have just slapped him, Stiles was right. He hadn't even thought about that.

"That's what's bother you? I thought you'd be more high strung because we're both guys," Derek said putting his hands into his pockets. He refused to look panicked in front of Stiles. He was the seasoned professional in all this, he wasn't about to admit that he'd never touch a male before.

"What? No! No way. I've got a gay team mate on my lacrosse team. I shower with him and like twenty other guys. I've had drag queens grope me a time or two. This? The fact that we're two guys doesn't bother me at all. I've always been open minded." Stiles found himself putting away both their plates. Whatever was left of their steaks was cold and useless by now anyway and he could make himself useful without having to stare at Derek all day.

"It's the fact that I could be the one to tear your throat out with my teeth and drain you dry that bothers me. Kinda funny how I can make that threat now too.

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Derek fallowed him and listened. His words had hurt Stiles more than he'd ever meant to. He crossed his arms and settled against the wall, trying to be as casual he could about this.

"You won't hurt me. I'm an alpha and I can resist you charms...some of them," Derek said hoping Stiles could get that through his thick head. He owed Stiles for what he'd said and for what he'd asked of him today and there were worse penance he could think of than this.

"You just told me earlier how powerful I could be. How do you know I can't hurt you?" But then again. "I guess you've got teeth and claws of your own to fight back. You're right, you've thrown me off you when I feed from you." Maybe Derek really was the only one in town he could possibly have sex with.

"Do you even want this? I'm not exactly the catch of the day."

"You've been around beautiful jocks too much," he said than had to cough to get the words out, "You're handsome and...It's not as if...The biting is a bit erotic and sometimes being that close...I get..."

He was not some teenage boy again, he should able to talk about it, but it was weird for him. He didn't talk about sex, he did it, with women. He really should mention that, but he kept his mouth shut or Stiles would start over thinking it.

"I've imagined it before."

About ten seconds ago, but that still counted.

"You should try being in the shower with Jackson, Scott, and yeah Danny's got a mean set of abs. If that won't destroy your body image, nothing will." He shrugs. He knew he wasn't the most muscle-bound guy around, but playing Lacrosse had put a bit of muscle on him. He just had a scrawny frame, which was good because it made him look less intimidating. Then again, that was bad at times.

"So that stuff in the movies about people getting off on a vampire biting them, that could be real? Yeah, we should work on my feeding technique then. And...other things."

This just in, Derek Hale had thought about having sex with him!

"Wow..."

His fangs were showing. Just a little because that was hot.

"If I want to see great abs, I'll look down," Derek said taking a few steps towards Stiles. He stood just a few inches away from him feeling oddly unsure of himself. He didn't know where he should put his hands or if he should put them anywhere, should he let Stiles move first?

"If I want to see..." he tried to pick out something he liked best on Stiles, "Full and pouty lips than I'll look at you."

"Yeah..." Stiles found himself swallowing, maybe even gulping. "Kinda like your abs better to tell the truth." Because hey, Derek was half naked nearly every time they ran into him. He'd have to be blind not to have noticed.

"You bring the abs, I'll bring the lips." He tried for a joke, grinning that same old stupidly sly Stiles grin. "Together it's got to be a deadly combination." He met Derek halfway, unsure where to put his hands either.

Derek was frozen. The talk was almost done and he wasn't sure what to do. He'd never felt so awkward, not even during his own first time. He'd been oddly comfortable with that, with a woman. He'd seen that before, often, but only seen a few men and at a distance.

He did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed his shirt at the bottom and lifted it up and over his head. He tossed it to the ground and shrugged.

"You said you liked them..."

Derek usually had a certain swagger of cocky 'I'm the alpha' ego to him. He was starting to sense the same awkwardness in him that he was feeling in himself right now. That was great. Thankfully for the big bad alpha, Stiles had an utterly filthy mind and apparently he'd just been given free reign to exercise it.

"And that putting my lips and your abs together could be deadly. Let's test that theory?" He tried for a cocky grin, but didn't quite get there as he dropped down to his knees and completely bypassed a couple of bases by flicking his tongue across Derek's very yummy looking abs.

He looked up to see if that was alright, but being this close to Derek meant his fangs were out in full force now. It was like every time he was the least bit aroused they popped right out.

Derek wasn't expecting that and almost jumped back when Stiles went to put his lips on his stomach. He forced himself to stay still and let those luscious lips touch his body. It didn't feel bad and the general sexual position made him reacting, Stiles being male or not.

"I won't call that deadly," Derek said his words a bit unsure for once.

He saw the fangs when he looked down and it didn't bother him. Teeth and claws had always been part of sex for him.

"Wonder if that's all that popped out," he mused aloud.

"Hey! I'm a teenager. I get hard if I stare at a shapely table leg long enough."

He was glad Derek didn't react to his fangs the way he might have reacted if Derek tried to drop fang anywhere near his groin region. Not at he had any intention of hurting Derek either. He had to keep telling himself that, but he could hear blood pumping just beneath his skin. So close to his fangs he could almost taste it if he just gave one little bite.

He shakes off that image and uses his mouth to drag teasing little kisses along Derek's lower stomach, just to the edge of the waistband of his pants and back up again, this time with a hint of fang dragging along his bare skin, but never biting.

The kisses had him breathing hard and his body tingling. He was silent until he felt the fang though. He gasped out expecting to be bitten and then groaning when he realized he hadn't been. It was thrilling and that only excited him more. It was such a cliche, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"I hope I'm a bit better than a shapely table leg," he teased.

Stiles liked to think he was doing a good job of this so far. He hadn't lost control and Derek was breathing pretty heavy. Not to mention there was an obvious bulge in the big bad wolf's jeans.

"Fuck yes, do you even know I can hear you getting hard? All that blood rushing south and your heart is beating faster....."

He had to pull away for a few minutes, wrestling with his own self control. He decides to stand back up and pull his own shirt up and off. It was only fair after all.