Until The Very End

Chapter 33

Derek POV

Not being able to cheer Stiles up has been the toughest situation I've ever been in. I want to make it better. Stiles is supposed to be the weird, scrawny kid that always smiles and I can't even remember the last time I saw him smile.

"Stiles!" Scott called slamming the front door behind him. I watched the other turn his head. "I got you something." Scott beamed. Stiles, however, looked uninterested. Scott handed him a small bag making the other sigh.

"I don't want it." Stiles said quietly.

"You didn't even look at it." Scott replied. Stiles groaned but stuck his hand in the bag pulling out a bag of skittles.

"You think candy is guna make me feel better?"

"I figured it was worth a shot..." Scott mumbled.

"Sorry. I just really want to be alone." Stiles said laying down.

"Come on Stiles. Moping around isn't going to help." Scott said.

"Scott.." I said.

"Sorry. I just..I want you to get better." He said touching Stiles' arm. Stiles pulled away.

"Don't touch me." He said getting up making his way to our room.

Scott looked at me, "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why is it you can touch him, you can get him things, get him out of fucking bed, but whenever anyone else tries he gets all upset."

"Because you guys don't understand what he's going through." I told him.

"And you do?" he yelled.

"Yeah, Scott, I do." I snapped.

"Yea-wait. Seriously?" He asked.

I looked away from him.

"Derek, I'm sorry." Scott said.

"It's fine."

"No, it's not. I shouldn't have blown up just because I don't understand how to help him." Scott said.

"You can't Scott. That's the problem. He has to figure out how to cope with this himself." I told him.

"But, he comes to you for help. He used to come to me and now he doesn't. I just want to help." He said sadly.

"Then don't treat him like he's a hurt puppy. You guys are so careful around him since the whole thing happened and it's not going to help him get his mind off of it. And stop touching him for fucks sake. It's like a constant reminder, someone touching him without consent. I don't start anything. If he wants a hug, he'll come over and hug me. Gifts don't seem to be a good idea. He's not sick and dying okay? Just give him some time. Be his friend. Stop the pity party. Otherwise, he won't be able to move on." I said walking toward the living room.

Scott nodded, "I just hate seeing him like this."

"I do too."

—

A couple hours later after Scott left Stiles finally came back downstairs. He sat on my lap. "Do me a favor?" he asked.

"Yeah, anything." I replied.

"Have sex with me." He said quietly looking away.

"Stiles, I don-" He grabbed my hand.

"Derek, please. I-I can't stop picturing..him..I need you to...I feel so..so gross. I just need you to, please." He said starting to cry.

"I don't want to do something if you're not ready." I said.

"If I wasn't sure I wouldn't have asked. I've thought about this for like awhile Derek. Please." He begged. I wrapped my arms around him.

"If you want me to stop, tell me." I demanded.

"I will." He said leaning into me.

"I'm serious, Stiles." I said picking him up. He wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck.

"I know, Derek." He pushed his head into my neck.

I brought him upstairs laying him on the bed. I kissed him on the lips moving to his neck.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Fine." He replied wrapping his arms around me. I lifted him slightly to pull off his shirt before removing my own.

"You're beautiful." I whispered kissing down his chest.

We were both laying naked, chest to chest. "Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded kissing me.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I nodded.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Derek."

—

The night was good. He seemed happy but I'm still not sure if it was the right thing. Although, he did seem much happier since. He even got out of bed this morning without me forcing him too. He made me breakfast instead of the other way around. He even invited the pack over for dinner.

"You seem happy." I said walking over to him. He wrapped himself around me.

"I'm getting there." He smiled, "Thank you."

"I just want you to be okay."

"Like I said, I'm getting there and I couldn't do it without you, so really, thank you." He said.

"Always."