Sterek: Abandoned Stiles

Chapter Two

Enjoy it; he would do so himself. Silent, he just danced with the older, bigger guy. It was strange, but he almost felt more at ease with him than with any of his so-called ex-pack. Somehow, even the other's arms around his lithe body didn't even bother the boy at all, even tho it was, somewhat, his private sphere. Maybe he was a little tipsy. Better that, then he wasn't thinking so much.

"Got nothing against it, stranger who I'm Dancing with. "He agreed, his words just maybe a bit slurred, mumbly. But he was far from tired.

It was strange; Derek's wolf didn't feel threatened with the arms around his neck. Usually, he doesn't let anyone around his neck; it's a vulnerable spot for werewolves.

But for some reason, this stranger didn't make him feel uncomfortable; it was quite the opposite, actually.

"Maybe we should change being strangers," Derek says. He then pulls the other closer to him, so they are pressed together.

Innocent words... Which Stiles mistook for something else. Maybe because he felt so alone, empty. Used. Almost like a toy from some innocent kid, loved and cherished when it was young, forgotten it existed, catching dust in some Box in the cellar when older. Which came pretty close to Scotts and his Situation, actually.

Surprisedly, it didn't bother him even as the stranger now Held him closer that much; in fact, he could feel the other's warmth, even how he moved. Which... Maybe, partly to the Alkohol, ignited something in the younger. Leaning up, he stretched himself just enough to whisper something in the other's ear. ".. Wanna go later somewhere else..? Where we.. Are alone...?

Derek felt almost weird; both he and his wolf were thinking the same thing. They both wanted this guy to be theirs; from what his wolf was saying, he was their mate. This should surprise him, but it just doesn't; it must be what happens when you find your mate.

Derek leans down a little to whisper into the guy's ear while knowingly brushing his beard against his skin. "Of course." He says before placing a small kiss under the guy's ear. "But first, what's your name? Mines Derek." He whispers.

Which tickled a bit. Normally, Stiles would have giggled, but... He didn't felt like laughing. Not now. ".. Then come. I'm not far from here. Motel, a few streets away. "* he explained, keeping their intimacy a few More seconds before retreating, taking hold of Dereks Arm instead. Derek. A rare but suitable Name for Mister 'hot guy', Stiles mused when the others next few words made him stop, hesitant a few moments, now that they had gotten through to him. His own Name. ",.. Mieczysław," he answered, found himself unwilling to say he went by Stiles. That name was a thread to Beacon Hills... To Scott. To... All that hurt. He just couldn't. Not now. ".. You coming? "

'Mieczysław' That's a name Derek has never heard before; it was different. But right now, he didn't have time to sit and think about that now though.

"I am." He says as he pulls Mieczysław close to his side by his waist. He really needs to find an easier name to call his companion, saying the whole thing is kind of a mouthful.

".. Kay. Suppose you're healthy, then," he replied, not Minding the closeness again, the intimacy, as the Two left the club now. Were Walking to The small motel, just a few streets away.

A silent walk, actually, Stiles himself not the usually talkative, expressive usual self. However, he wasn't nervous or intimidated too. What did it matter he was, or a least believed himself to be, soon to be laid the first time in his whole life after a year of nightmares and Terror, Ending in this disaster? Once they had reached the slightly shabby building, the teen took Derek up to his room, the second floor. He opened the door to let him get in First, following him inside. ".. So.. Here we are. "