• Baby Boy •

Asshole

"Derek?" Stiles called out as he saw a recognisable shadow approach him. "What are you doing here?" Stiles asked confused. Can't just be a coincidence Derek is also at the nemeton, when Stiles wasn't even sure himself why he was here.

"No idea, I just kept walking" Derek said with a shrug. He too, has no idea why he is here.

"Can't just be some damn coincidence..." Stiles said while flailing his arms about. "hang on I'll call Scott" he finally said when he reached into his pockets. It might be the supernatural, possibly some warning. Why else would Stiles walk into the middle of the woods in the middle of the night with the nemeton sat right in front of him and no answer as why Derek is also there.

"Wait no!" Derek quickly yells, but doesn't, talking loudly with some exclamation to it. Stiles just looks at him quizzically before Derek finishes. "There's gotta be some reason why it's just us? C'mon, if scott was supposed to be here, he would wouldn't he?" Derek questions, neither sure of himself as he scratches the back of his neck.

"I don't know dude... it seems weird." Stiles admits as he leaves his phone in his pocket and wonders round the nemeton, looking for anything unordinary or suspicious.

"I agree, it does seem weird. But there has to be a reason, right?" Derek says half impishly. He's looking around for his own answers. Nope. Can't find them.

"That's why I wanted to call Scott, do I look like i have the answer to everything?!" Stiles asks, again with the flailing arms as he squints at Derek then raises his eyebrows in a 'don't say anything stupid'.

"Don't raise your voice at me, your supposed to be the smart one in your... little pack... thing" Derek says this time clearly mocking whatever it is he's supposed to be mocking. Stiles just blinks at him for a few seconds, mildly speechless at the fact Derek feels the need to be a dick.

"Oh fuck off Derek. I can't be bothered to deal with this supernatural bullshit." Stiles says while flicking his fingers between Derek and the nemeton "I just came to visit my dad for a couple weeks and then I'm back off to college" he said like it was the most obvious thing in the word.

"Yeh well this 'supernatural bullshit' just pulled you to the damn nemeton. So unless you know what it wants, I'm leaving." Derek says accusingly as his brows furrows and his lips twist in a way that looks like he's chewing a wasp. Derek turns around and goes to storm off until he hears Stiles muttering under his breath.

"Yeh whatever, go back to brooding and depending on others for answers... fucking asshole" Stiles has turned away from him at this point, other side of the nemeton and typing something on his phone before he's pushes up against a tree by the neck and Derek is breathing in his face.

"Got something to say, say it to my fucking face." Derek snarls with truculence, a mild growl rumbling off his chest and ricocheting through stiles as he grips his neck and stares at him intently. Intimidatingly.

"You're. A. Fucking. Asshole" Stiles finally spits out, bitter maliciousness with every word. And as if on que, Derek connects his mouth with Stiles, no disregard for the fact they were literally just arguing or that they're outdoors. Stiles neither cares, kissing back with every bit of intent as Derek, who has removed his hand from stiles neck and let both his hands sit on his hips, travelling up under his shirt.

"Fuck" Derek mutters as Stiles nips at his lip and pulls away quickly to see stiles staring at him with a smirk. Derek reciprocates as he pushes stiles atop the nemeton, kissing him hungrily, hands wandering his body as stiles does the same to him.