His Only Defence

7 | Nee

In case nobody had noticed each chapter is no in a different language. This chapter is the Dutch equivalent of no, just a fun and useless fact to bore you with :D

Enjoy!

— LunaCanislupus

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Nee

When you've pissed off an alpha there's a definite expectation that dinner would be an awkward- stabbing a fork in your face- kind of affair. And Stiles was not disappointed. Derek didn't say anything as he cooked yet another mouth-watering food concoction that made Stiles want to worship at his feet when he handed it over without even glancing at him.

Maybe it was a must-provide-for-boy-you-intend-to-screw-senseless thing either way he wasn't complaining. Although he wasn't sure what he missed more Derek's short words or the way it felt when the alpha looked at him like he was going to do something unbelievably sexual, hell even the touching. He was having major Derek withdrawal and he really didn't like being deprived of any of it but the alpha was evidently backing off for reasons unknown.

Okay, maybe Stiles knew these reasons but it was easier to play the victim than the person at fault. So he just ate the food without commenting on the fact that Derek hadn't actually poisoned it for which he was pretty damn grateful.

Derek went and sat in front of the television and he followed because the more Derek made it clear he didn't want anything to do with him the more Stiles wanted to. Do with him, in reverse psychological ways. It seemed to be working on him like a charm and a small part of him was suspicious this was Derek's entire plan which he'd masterminded from the very beginning.

But then he saw the alpha's you're dead to me expression as he ignored him and figured he was just incredibly pissed. Like I will murder you at the next available opportunity pissed. Well then.

And guilt didn't seem to starve his own appetite either because he shovelled down the food like a machine glancing every so often out of the corner of his eye at Derek who continued to pretend he did not exist. He really wasn't sure if that was insulting or just plain freaking ridiculous.

Stiles wasn't exactly unfamiliar with this treatment but he couldn't say that he enjoyed it especially when he knew Derek was making himself all prickly to keep him away because he clearly couldn't handle anybody taking any interest in him. God forbid anyone actually wanting to get to know him. And that just seemed like a lot of counterproductive, running in circles mind fuckery.

It seemed very ironic considering Derek had taken nothing but an interest in Stiles since he'd arrived on the I-challenge-werewolves-because-I'm-hardcore scene. And he'd be damned if he let him take away the alpha attention. So he put his empty plate onto the table when he'd practically licked it clean and then decided screw it, he was going to talk anyway.

"So we're not talking about the hunters who are trying to kill you," he said figuring that would be the best conversation starter. Derek made no indication that he'd heard him but Stiles knew that he was listening. "And the little pack of werewolves running around and doing your bidding because they've and I quote 'Got your back'. And also not talking about the rogue werewolf running around in the woods that no one's going to catch because they think you're it, buddy. No clearly not talking about that."

Derek only turned up the volume. Stiles choked out a laugh. "Oh my God. You're actually really serious about this aren't you? What are you going to do never speak again? Totally ignore me because I went to your house? Not even thank me for patching you up just now, you know when you were like practically dying?"