Imperfections are Beautiful

Couples and Jealousy

A/N
Um, so there's some boy x boy stuff here. (It's not really smutty) I hope you don't mind.

Stiles was pushed against a wall with a thud.

"I'm glad you don't have neighbors," he laughed as Derek grabbed him and kissed him roughly.

Stiles pushed back on Derek's shoulders and they stumbled their way to the couch.

Stiles had come to the loft to tell Derek his feelings and he was glad he did.  The werewolf responded by smiling and then kissing him.  They had talked, very briefly, about what they wanted in the relationship.  Then, they wasted no time in making out.

"Wait!" Stiles sat up on the couch and clumsily tried to take his shirt off.

Derek sighed and helped him untangle his arms from the sleeves.

"Stiles." Derek stood up.

"What?"

"Put your shirt back on," he went over to the window.

"What?" Stiles did as he was told.

"Scott's coming up the stairwell.  Let's just hope he didn't hear that."  Derek almost whispered.

"Hear what?" Scott opened the loft door.  Allison was behind him.

"Um..." Stiles began.

"Stiles had a dream.  With you in it," Derek blurted.

"Dude?!?" Stiles looked at Derek.

"That's... Weird.." Scott shifted his weight uncomfortably.

"So, are we going to talk about this mystery man?" Allison asked them.

"You didn't hear any of the conversation?" Derek asked.

"No," she shook her head.  "Just that Peter seemed to be surprised by him."

"Did he look like a werewolf?" Stiles asked.

"If he was in human form, you wouldn't be able to tell, idiot," Derek lent against his table.

"He wasn't a werewolf.  He appeared out of no where.  Like, one second he wasn't there and then he was," Allison tried explaining.

The door to the loft opened and Isaac came in.  He glanced at Scott and Allison, who were standing next to each other.

Isaac's eyes flashed yellow and he ran at Scott.  He went to claw at him but Scott had better reflexes.  He ducked as an arm swung at him and jumped backwards a second later as the second swipe came.

"Isaac!" Scott roared.

He came out of his trance and blinked.

"Scott?" He looked at his hands which still had claws.  "Why am I in the loft?"

The other four looked between each other.

"I think we need to talk to Deaton," Stiles broke the silence.

"No," Scott shook his head, "he's out of town for the week.  We need to talk to Argent."  He looked at Allison as he said the last part.