Sterek One Shots (boyxboy)

Cat

Cat by MissDizzyD
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Stiles knew that cats and dogs didn't get along. Honestly, he knew that. And he had known that when he agreed to this little cakewalk of a job but seriously, Derek's reaction was way over the top. The nostril-flaring and eye-glowing as he crept into the Stilinski house were 100% unnecessary and then backing away from the cat like it was a poisonous snake? That was just stupid. Derek was an Alpha werewolf for crying out loud, and Tilly was a six month old kitten. Stiles was pretty sure Derek would probably win that fight.

Besides, it would only last for two weeks while Stiles' neighbour was on holiday and then Tilly would be handed back, Stiles would be $50 richer and Derek could go back to not skirting around the edge of whatever room the cat was in. Everyone would be happy. Sure, Stiles would have to hoover the entire house to get rid of the fur, but he'd have $50.

That was the theory, the reason he had accepted, because getting paid for spending two weeks with an adorable bundle of fuzz hardly seemed like a job.

Theory.

It took Stiles right up until it jumped on the bed while him and Derek were making out to realise the cat was the Devil incarnate, because instead of Derek's half-naked, muscle bound frame on top of him he had a purring mass of fur kneading and nuzzling on his bare chest. He stared at her, nonplussed, as she yawned and stretched out, obviously getting ready for a loooooooong nap. Cockblocked by a cat. What even?

Derek jerked away to stand by the doorway, exuding jealousy.

"You're still my favourite," Stiles said to Derek, only half-joking. Derek was still insecure about their relationship even after six months. Insecure enough that he would probably think their cute lodger-kitten would come between them, which it definitely wouldn't because, seriously, mating bonds. They're pretty strong. Stiles nudged the kitten but she stared at him with huge, innocent, emerald green eyes. "Come on, off."

"I think she's comfy," Derek said sarcastically, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at the kitten.

"No, really, Derek?" He answered, ignoring the annoyed look he got in return. "I'd never have guessed. With all my investigative instincts I never realised that she might be comfy. Thanks for sharing, the purring had me confused."

Derek grabbed his shirt and stalked out of the room.

"See what you did?" He said to Tilly, who ignored him and buried her nose in her tail. He scratched her behind her ear. "You're officially a home-wrecker."

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It was two days later when he first saw Tilly as a threat to his wellbeing. Sure, interrupting Stiles' sexy time with Derek had been seriously annoying and attacking the loose thread on Erica's jacket had resulted in a major wolf-tantrum complete with foot-stomping and growling, but he didn't take the wolves' complaints seriously until he was on the receiving end on Tilly's claws.

She didn't do it on purpose. Stiles maintained that viewpoint even while Derek was cleaning the wounds on his arm meticulously with antiseptic. She was only playing. He had been dragging a catnip mouse across the floor in the living room (watched disdainfully by Derek, who muttered that a predator shouldn't be so easily fooled) and Tilly had pounced on the objects that smelled like cat drugs, Stiles' hand included. Cue blood, a snarling Derek and a frightened kitten that ran to hide behind the sofa, mewling pitifully.

"You scared her," Stiles said when Derek was clearing away the first aid kit. "You're going to be renowned for terrifying small animals."

"She attacked my mate. She's lucky to be alive," Derek replied, matter of fact, like threatening a tiny kitten's life was standard behaviour.