WolfRunner

Chapter Nine:One on One

Honestly I have no idea what I'm doing anymore, but fuck it!
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Stiles slipped on a clean shirt, trying to at least look socially acceptable. His hair was styled to look like he had just woken up yet he worked it perfectly. His music was a low hum and his friends were in there rooms getting ready also. He moved towards his closet and snatched his shoes from the floor. He sighed and flopped onto his bed.

His phone buzzed and he bit his lip grabbing it from the charger that was plugged into his wall. It's screen was bright and flashing with a text notification. Stiles unlocked his phone and felt his stomach drop.

Derek: Gonna be alone tonight want to hang out?

Stiles automatically knew he should say no. Just flat out either ignore the text or deny the offer, but he found himself becoming curious. He rolled onto his stomach and started typing.

Stiles:Sure but only for a few.

Derek: you're going to the rave?

Stiles: yeah but after we hang out.

Derek: okay I'll be here.

Stiles: see you in twenty.

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Derek gaped at his phone not believing that the hunter actually agreed to spend tine with him. He sighed and stood up from his spot on the couch deciding he'd have to freshen up if he wanted any chance to hurt the hunter. He slipped off his dirty clothes and tossed them in their basket.

He took a quick shower and grabbed an entirely new outfit that smelled like laundry detergent. His joggers hugged at his back side and his muscle shirt gave him the perfect opportunity to show off. Derek wouldn't wear this outfit regularly, but it was one that Lydia had picked out for him at their trip to the mall.

Derek felt his stomach fill with butterflies and he suddenly felt extremely nervous. He hadn't felt that way since he was a teenager yet there he was with sweaty palms and anxious thoughts. He started to tidy up the loft to give himself something to do before he doubted himself.

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Stiles regretted the outfit he had picked, but it was too late to change it now. He had explained to his team members to go the rave without him and that he'd meet them there. Minho was unsure at first, but agreed trusting Thomas. Minho had told Newt after which Stiles knew would change everything he had planned.

Stiles walked out the house hoping his choice to go to Derek's wouldn't bite him in the ass later on. His jeep sat there ready for him and he smiled. The jeep was the only thing he didn't have to pretend with.

He got into the jeep and started the engine, hearing it roar to life was like music to his ears. He pulled out of the driveway and onto the road that was half deserted. He drove over the speed limit making sure to have his window down to that the cool air could calm him down. The radio played music he didn't know but he still hummed to it rocking his head to the beat.

He made a turn and Derek's loft came into view. He felt his heart rate pick up as he pulled into the empty parking lot. He shut off the jeep and slipped out of his seat. He sighed and shut his jeep door and made his way towards Derek's front door. He knocked on the door and could hear a loud clattering noise before a frantic 'coming' Derek shouted behind the door. Stiles felt himself feeling smug with the way he had the wolf flustered.

Stiles rocked on his heels and the door swung open. Derek stood in front of him in a muscle shirt and joggers and Stiles had to admit the outfit had thrown him off a little bit. He couldn't help but stare at Derek's well defined muscles and also how the shirt was a bit tight on him. Stiles tore his gaze away from Derek's body and up to his curious hazel eyes.

"Sorry I took long." Derek gave him an apologetic smile and Stiles only shrugged.

"It's fine." Stiles grinned and Derek stepped aside so that he could come in.

The lights in the loft were low and music played softly from a different room. Stiles knew that Derek was trying to set the mood and he had to admit it was working. He stuffed his car keys in his pocket and bit his lip turning back to look at Derek. The wolf had an innocent look on his face that Stiles didn't buy for a second.

"Is this some way to get in my pants?" Stiles scoffed.

"What?! of course no-"

"If so it's working." Stiles slipped off his coat.

He decided there was no point in making Derek beg. Also Stiles couldn't control himself when it came to handsome wolves with colored eyes and scruff. Derek stood there gaping at him.

"Well are you going to leave me waiting?" Stiles made his way towards Derek, "or are you going to do something."

Derek grinned and practically sprinted to Stiles wrapping his arm around Stiles's waist. Stiles wrapped his arm around Derek's neck. Stiles slammed his mouth against Derek's the alpha taken aback by his dominance. Derek kissed back equally as rough feeling Stiles's fingers run through his hair.

Derek pulled off Stiles's shirt and Stiles let out a soft moan as Derek attacked his neck with kisses. Stiles opened his eyes and spotted a dark figure in the loft. He bit back his smile and held onto Derek a bit tighter.

"By the way." Stiles pulled away.

Derek grunted but looked at Stiles with a raised eyebrow.

"I brought friends." Stiles grinned as Minho jabbed a needle into Derek's neck.

Derek crumpled to ground having no time to react. He was completely paralyzed from whatever was in the needle.

"Surprise." Stiles smirked down at him.