A story inspired by the characthers of Stiles and Derek. Hope you will like it! i don't own the charachters at all, it's just my fantasy. please comment i'd like to know your opinion
Sterek love, derek hale, stiles, scottmccall
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Stiles ran away , really scared. He never felt those feelings before, and he was feeling extremely vulnerable. All his body was dizzy, but filled with pleasure. His dick didn't want to return normal, it was ready to fuck like crazy.
He didn't know why he needed to run away. All those emotions and feral sexuality were way too much for him. He couldn't handle it. Not at that moment.
He returned home, and he masturbated. When he finally came, he nearly fainted for the pleasure.
Derek was shocked when Stiles left, but way more shocked by what he did. Kissing Stiles? What the hell was he thinking? But then he smiled, in a very simple way. He instantly repressed the smile, but he started to think if he really needed to repress himself.
But that didn't matter. Stiles had gone away, and for now he couldn't do anything. And maybe that thing should be stopped right there.
What the hell, he thought. A single moment of weakness doesn't make me gay. It's over.
He tried to think about the Confessors. He decided that something needed to be done about it, and sent a message to Cotriero, Absinthia and Lydia, asking her to ask Stiles to come too.
He caught himself smiling. Tomorrow morning he would see Stiles again.
He called himself stupid, and put again on his face the dark expression.
Lydia was the first to arrive at Derek's house.
He opened up, and smiled to her.
- Hi, dear Derek!- she said, hugging him - So we got another "We gotta kill the bad guy - situation?-
- I fear we do!- he said - While we wait the others, would you like some water, or a lemonade?-
Lydia smiled to him.
- A very kind sourwolf!- she said, slightly mocking him - Well, did Stiles get here last night?- she said, insinuating something with an inquiring look.
Derek smiled.
- There is literally no difference between you and Sherlock Holmes!- he said, moving his head.
Lydia laughed.
- Come on!!! The sexual tension between you two is HUGE! Please don't deny it, it would be nasty and ridicolous!-
- Ok, so if i don't admit i'm basically a murderer?- he continued, sarcastically-
Then, Lydia made him a sweet , demanding gaze, and DErek gave in.
- Ok, ok, maybe something actually happened!-
Lydia was estathic, she opened her mouth in a big, surprised expression.
- Oh my god! I knew it! Now you gotta tell me everything!- she said, in a very threatening look, and going towards Derek.
- I kissed Stiles-
- Oh my god!!!!!! - Lydia said, extremely excited, surprised.
- But then he ran away!- Derek said, and Lydia noticed that he was a little sad.
- Oh...Why did he do that? He obviously likes you!-
Derek tried to look not interested.
- I don't know, and i don't care. I decided to end it...-
Lydia wasn't even listening to him.
- I gotta do something. You and Stiles gotta bang, my friend! I will arrange that!-
