Burning Slowly

Chapter 1

Author's Notes:

Disclaimers and such: NC-17 once it gets going, Eventually, there will be other pairings besides Derek and Stiles, there may be some heterosexual sex (You've been warned), depending on how the story plays out. It's definitely going to have male/male sex of various kinds so if you don't like that (are there people who don't like that?) then you should probably walk away from this (You've been warned again). It's possible that there is underage sex in this as I never really knew for sure if the characters are 18 besides Derek, so if that's a problem you'd probably not want to continue reading this (You've been warned thrice). Lastly, and perhaps the most sad thing, I own nothing Teen Wolf, I make no money from this, I just like thinking of these things in my head and then sharing them.

I think I'm done now so enjoy (sorry about all the parenthetical notations, I just find them really fun tonight).

"I can't wait!" Stiles was practically vibrating with nervous energy as he tore through his room like a whirlwind of manic energy. "This right here," he said as he pointed at the suitcase he was packing with a ferocity that made it seem like his house was dropping into a sinkhole and he had limited time to save his possessions, "This is going to contain everything we need for the most awesome weekend ever."

Scott, whose suitcase was already packed and leaning against the wall near the door to Stiles's room, grunted noncommittally from the chair at Stiles's desk. Stiles cast him a disapproving frown. "What?" Scott asked. He hunched his shoulders as Stiles stared at him.

Stiles's eyebrows shot up, he flailed his arms trying to drive his point into his utterly lame werewolf best friend's brain. "What? What? Did you seriously just ask me what?" Stiles licked his lips in anticipation as he grabbed Scott by the shoulders and shook him lightly. "We are going on a vacation. A sour wolf funded vacation of awesome, awesome at a beach. This is actually whatever comes right after awesome, maybe... maybe two stages past awesome even."

"Super awesome?" Scott said trying to be helpful but his voice came out in a bewildered monotone.

"Don't. Just don't, I'm afraid your D plus vocabulary doesn't possess the kinds of words needed for this." Stiles teased.

Scott sighed but didn't reply. Stiles thought he was going to argue at first. If his friend had, he'd been ready to throw out a litany of times where Scott had ditched him to be with Allison. Stiles knew how much he cared about her. He supported his friend, but sometimes he wished Scott had just a little more time for him too. He missed late nights eating pizza and playing video games. Scott could get so focused, so caught up in the moment that sometimes he didn't realize he was excluding other people who cared about him. Stiles would never say anything about it though. He was happy for Scott.

"What?" Scott asked. His eyes were slightly unfocused, gazing towards the window. He let out a short wistful breath. Scott didn't seem to want an answer, but Stiles was going to tell him anyway. That's what Stiles did, he talked. It was his thing.

"We need to tell Jackson to bring some of his parents' booze. You know Frowny isn't going to buy us beer," he said.

"Is..." Scott paused as if collecting his thoughts, "is Derek 'Frowny'?"

"Of course Derek is Frowny! Who in the world is more frowny than Derek? No one, no one is frownier. In fact, I think if Derek met the Grinch and Ebenezer Scrooge, they'd both be like 'Dude, smile once in a while', and do you know what he would do, Scott? Do you?" Stiles waited impatiently for Scott's answer.

"Frown?" Scott asked.

"You're damn right he would frown!" Stiles gestured emphatically to drive his point further home. "But he wouldn't stop there because he's Derek flippin Hale. He'd get all red glowing eyes on them and be like 'I am the Alpha, yes that has a capital A in it as you can tell from my overtly threatening manly voice. As the Alpha, I am above things like smiles, and laughing. Kittens tremble as I walk past and laughter dies a peasant's death." Stiles took a deep breath and started to pace back and forth in front of the window, he was just getting started on the topic.