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[wolfmaster]

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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[bloodredeyes]

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?"

[wolfmaster]

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!"

[bloodredeyes]

"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.

[wolfmaster]

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.....

[bloodredeyes]

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."

[wolfmaster]

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..."

[bloodredeyes]

"And that's why, while you've had your tongue on me twice today, I'm not mad. I know you think I'm a 'sour wolf', but I'm not heartless. I know your having a hard time and will for some time to come. You're not the first I've seen go through this transition, well not this one, but a similar," Derek said as he went back to the table and sat down like nothing had happened.

It felt oddly like home again. A real house, a real meal and roof over his head that wasn't leaking. His mind added the images of his family sitting around and laughing, commenting on current events and eating. He'd taken so much for granted in his youth and regretted all of that now.

"At least you aren't alone," Derek said turning back to Stiles and motioning to the steak, "Come on. I didn't cook that so it could get cold and ruined."

[wolfmaster]

"Hey let's not forget your lips were on mine first, thanks so much for that." Stiles always had to try and get the last word. It was as much a part of him as his sarcasm was. Never mind the fact that Stiles had somehow been controlling Derek at the time, it still counted in his mind.

Sighing, he sits back down at the table and stares at his steak, which looked decidedly less appetizing with the ultra-yummy Derek Hale sitting across from him. After a minute or two he takes another couple of bites and tries to focus on the texture. "Yeah I know, but it's kinda weird isn't it? A vampire being taught by a werewolf? I mean, aren't vampires and werwolves enemies? They always seem to hate each other in movies."

[bloodredeyes]

Derek made a point of using his knife and fork as he ate. It wasn't something he normally did, but it kept the blood contained and therefore Stiles on his own chair. He was steaming a bit though, about the comment Stiles had made about him being the one taking the advantage. It was hard to forget that Stiles had used his mind control ability on him at least three times today. If Stiles wasn't so damn useful and easy to control than Derek would much rather kill him than put up with that sort of thing.

"Would you prefer I brought out my fangs and lunged at you?" Derek asked between bites than added under his breath, "I would but you might like that too much."

[wolfmaster]

Stiles could sense the shift on Derek's mood. It had nothing to do with any sort of supernatural mood sensing abilities and everything to do with watching how Derek's eyebrows came together and the general surliness of his expression. "Look, I'm not into you! I've already got plans for getting with Lydia. Granted, Jackson's a bit of an obstacle..." On the other hand he was a hormonal teenager who had been turned into an even more hormonal teenage vampire. At least Scott had an output for all his pent up urges. Stiles had nothing and no real hope of anything if he were being honest with himself.

[bloodredeyes]

Derek almost told him that he didn't have a chance with Lydia. Not only didn't she see him that way, but now, it'd be too dangerous. He's get passionate and bite at her given the chance. Sex and bloodlust were known to go hand in hand.

"And the fact she looks at you like you're nothing," he said which was far kinder than what he was thinking.

[wolfmaster]

Derek's words cause him to stiffen, as if he'd cut through him with his claws. It was alright when Scott joked about Lydia not noticing him, he'd been friends with McCall for as long as he could remember, but when Derek said it - that actually hurt.

"She totally notices me now. We had this really long, really deep talk right before she rushed off to save Jackson." Granted she hadn't spoken a word to him since then... He set his plate and half-eaten steak aside. His appetite had left him entirely by now.

[bloodredeyes]

Derek felt the urge to tell him again, to ask if she'd even look at him after she heard the word vampire. Who knows, maybe she'd like him more. Girls liked the blood suckers.

"Does anyone every rush off to save you? I couldn't help, but notice it's always the girls, even Jackson, but....never the clown whose on the first of the concern list. In fact, when you were human, Scott was pretty casual about putting you into dangerous situations."

[wolfmaster]

Stiles had to sit and think for a bit on that question and the more he thought about it, the more unsettled he became. No, no one ever rushed after him. Except Scott. "Scott's bailed us both out a time or two. Do I have to bring up the pool incident? And it doesn't matter if he put me in danger. I was always ready to go along with the ride no matter what. I'm the Batman to his Robin. Don't get that confused."

[bloodredeyes]

It had been more like Jimmy Olsen to his Superman, but he held his tongue.

"To me you always seem expendable. If he had to pick between you and Allison, he'd pick her. That has to be rough," Derek said shaking his head, "But I've never been very good at playing second fiddle. Seems like a trait you hold in spades. Second to Allison, second to Jackson. Don't you ever get frustrated with it?"

[wolfmaster]

"I'm totally not expendable!" His voice rose a bit, temper flaring. "And anyway, I wouldn't want Scott to pick me over Allison." And that was why Stiles Stilinski was such a good person and an amazing friend to have. "Why are you suddenly so interested in all this?" He had to counter with something.

[bloodredeyes]

"I wonder if you realize the tables have turned. You've got the power now and you shouldn't be day dreaming about some girl. You either take her or realize you can get better," Derek said, not sure if that was encouragement or a warning. It could be a mix of both. Derek coulnd't understand how Stiles felt. He'd never been good at playing second fiddle to anyone.

[wolfmaster]

Stiles hadn't actually stopped to consider that. Yeah, he wasn't the human side kick anymore. He was a vampire and powerful in his own right. He could probably order Jackson to stay away from Lydia if he wanted to. Then again, something about that didn't sit right with him. "I don't want to take Lydia. I want to win her over. She's been freaked out by supernatural stuff enough as it is. Which, by the way, I owe your creeper of an uncle a punch in the face for all the trauma he put her through."

[bloodredeyes]

"Don't you understand? You can do better than punch him now. You can make him punch himself or make him ram himself into a wall. You could force him to chew off his own leg or jump off the roof. You...you..." Derek said his hands turning to claws as he thought of the sort of power that Stiles had. He was so envious. He'd done so much to become an alpha, for what? So some teenage boy could come around and mind control his whole pack away from him?

"You could drain me dry and see how much of a rush that would give you, how much power," Derek tempted as he got closer, "You could turn that stupid girl and have her as your vampire bride."

[wolfmaster]

"I don't want to do any of that! Well, maybe that stuff about making your uncle punch himself repeatedly, but other then that I don't want...." But a part of him did want that. That dark vampire part of himself whispered he could enslave all the werewolves and take Lydia for his vampire bride. They could run this town.....his father would be safe. Or better yet he could make his father vampire too, then he'd never have to worry about losing him.

"No! Shut up, just shut up!!!" That was a definite command. He wanted to drain Derek, wanted to drink his fill of alpha blood and then drain the oncoming alpha pack, gorge himself in alpha blood....

"I'm not like that and trust me if I could go back to being regular old Stiles I'd take that in a heart beat!"

[bloodredeyes]

He put his hand on Stiles' shoulder and held him still. He stared right into his eyes, his own a blood red and imagined what sort of self control that man must need. Stiles might be young and he might be new to this, but in some ways he had more control than Derek. Derek wouldn't have been able to avoid that voice in his head and would have done everything the vampire voice wanted Stiles too.

He needed to break this, to bring back Stiles to his right mind. His eyes faded back to their human color and he leaned in. He'd broken the man and now he had to make ti right. He had to turn those eyes back to brown. This was going to suck.

He pushed himself forward and kissed Stiles firmly on his lips with all the passion he'd show any beta female. Hopefully it'd be distracting enough to make the boy stop thinking about blood and power.

[wolfmaster]

Stile's eyes had gone a blood red color as well, whether from the increase in his emotional state, the hunger he felt from his cravings, or the fact that Derek's eyes had gone alpha red as well.

If anyone else had been bitten by that rogue vampire, Derek might have had another monster on his hands to put down, but as it turns out, Stiles Stilinksi, like everything else in his life, utterly failed at being a vampire. He was too pure-hearted to give into his blood lust fully. He didn't want all the power that came with being turned. Honestly if he could, he'd hand it all over to Derek and let him deal with the oncoming alpha pack.

He was holding Derek's gaze and yet it still surprised him when he was kiss. Alright, this time he knew he didn't will Derek to do that. He'd told him to shut up, not to kiss him! But...yeah this was a much better use for those lips.

His hands flailed again, unsure where to put them for the most part. He wasn't even that good of a kiss, much like he wasn't that good at feeding, but he did manage to kiss Derek back with minimal saliva or bumping noses with him.

[bloodredeyes]

Once there was no struggle and Stiles was focused on the kiss, Derek stopped. He stared at the other man as if he'd been injured and Derek had applied medicine to the wound.

"You okay?" he asked casually, as if he didn't have the lingering taste of Stiles on his lips. Stiles was worthless at kissing, but something about the innocence of that made Derek amused and a bit pleased.

[wolfmaster]

His eyes were back to normal when Derek finally pulled away and somehow Stiles found himself leaning back towards him before he could catch himself and jerk backwards, promptly knocking over a chair in the process.

Good thing vampires couldn't blush. "Yeah. Just tell me you didn't say all that crap just to get a rise out of me. If you did I might reconsider making you chew off your own arm." Derek had made him think about some very dark things....

[bloodredeyes]

"I've always had a temper," Derek admitted, being almost honest about it. He'd seen Stiles trying to go in for another kiss and it made him wonder about the boy. Maybe Scott had been the one he'd been chasing all these years and Lydia was a beard.

"You're horrible at kissing by the way," he said hoping to lighten the mood, trying to speak in Stiles' sarcasm based language, "Whoever taught you completely failed at it."