Sterek One Shots (boyxboy)

Face The Consequences

Face The Consequences by dalex.allen
(gets smutty quick just saying)

Derek threw Stiles into his room by his collar. Stiles stumbled forward, knees hitting the bed.

"Watch it!" he said indignantly, sitting on the bed to rub his shins.

"What the fuck was that?" Derek growled, slamming Stiles' door shut (and making the whole room shake).

"What, saving your sour ass?" He kicked off his shoes and tossed his jacket onto the floor. "I believe you're supposed to say 'Thank you,' but I could be wrong."

Derek glared at him, nostrils flaring. "You are so fucking stupid, Stiles! Deliberately risking your life like that, risking Scott's life, what the hell were you thinking?"

Stiles sighed, rolling his eyes. "Oh, I don't know, maybe that I could save us! No, no need to thank me, it's not like you'd be dead without me."

Derek's fists clenched and unclenched, a wild look in his eyes. So yeah, Stiles was definitely afraid now. Derek never looked like this, not even when he was fighting the bad guy of the week (this week: were-foxes. Yeah, foxes). He sighed again, standing up and folding his arms.

"I'm not apologizing," he said stubbornly.

Derek's jaw clenched. "You're a fucking idiot. You just...you just waltzed right out into the middle of the fight and just put it up to fate on whether they'd be too shocked to respond-"

"Which they were," Stiles interjected. The foxes froze at the sight and smell of a human, which gave Derek & Company the opportunity to attack. They gained the upper ground and the troop (or leash or skulk, all of which were accepted terms for a group of foxes; Stiles looked it up) had scrambled away with their tails between their legs. So Stiles wasn't entirely sure why Derek was freaking out.

Derek let out a yell of frustration, turning quickly and slamming his fist into Stiles' door. Luckily, miraculously, it didn't break. "You could've fucking died you idiot! They could've just attacked you and then all our guards would've been down and we would've been easy to pick off-"

"Derek, none of that happened. They fell for it and they're gone."

"But you could've...think how Scott would've felt if you'd died!"

Stiles scoffed. "Yeah, because you care so much about Scott. You hate him!"

Derek whipped around and glared at him, eyes tingeing red for a moment. "I don't hate him, he betrayed me and I just don't trust him as far as I can drop-kick him."

"Betrayed you?" He let out a high, unnatural laugh. "How exactly did he betray you? By saving us all from creepy-ass Gerard Argent?"

"He was working with Gerard, you dumbass!" Derek seemed to be fighting something more than the shift; all his muscles were tensing and relaxing in turn and it looked like he was fighting against invisible chains. "He stabbed me in the back and forced me to give Gerard the bite without telling me that his body would reject it!"

"Jesus, Derek, he was doing that to save his mom!" Scott wasn't always the smartest cookie but Stiles felt it was his duty as the guy's best friend to defend him.

"What, so you'd work with the Argents to bring your mother back?"

Stiles punched him. He didn't intend to; he knew it wouldn't do any damage to Derek's face and might break his fist. But Derek had no fucking right to bring up his mom like that, not in an argument and not in discussions of bringing people back.

Post-punch, Stiles continued to glare at Derek, his hand only slightly hurting. He suspected Derek had moved his face (like Castiel had in that one episode of Supernatural) so as to not hurt Stiles. Which just made him angrier. He wasn't some fragile glass doll that would break if dropped on the floor.