Sterek One Shots

WHIV part 2

     "We... We... Ugh! We're Married!" Stiles yelled out in frustration. 

      "We're what?" Derek roared wolfing out, his eyes glowing red, hair sprouting out from his side burns, slightly bigger eye brows and the sharp k-nine teeth. 

     "Derek," Stiles started slowly staring wide eyed at the wolf in front of him. "Derek you need to chill. You're eyes, Derek," he whispered to the male surprised that Derek was also a werewolf, like his best friend.   

    Derek shook his head a bit calming down. "Shit," he pulled Stiles away from the line up. "Scott can you look after the line for a second?" Derek ordered him. 

   "Yea, you two need to talk. Go for it," Scott took Derek's spot not even questioning anything. He knew he smelt it, the werewolf smell, around him yesterday. 

  Derek pulled Stiles towards the alley beside the club. "Stiles," Derek started looking at him sadly. "Stiles, we can't," Derek tried to start an explanation.  

   "Derek, you already know that I know all about werewolves, with Scott being one and all. Why didn't you tell me?" Stiles asked him harshly. "You know we are stuck being married for at least 3 months. I know we probably both thought it was one of the fake chapels but it wasn't. We are going to have to pay for a couple of divorce lawyers."

  "I know, I know. I'm sorry, but you don't just go around blurting out 'hey by the way, I'm a werewolf.'" The jerk of a man stated angrily. "I didn't tell anyone. I don't tell anyone what I am because it could get me killed in the hands of the wrong people."

"I'm well aware of that. I couldn't tell you have many times I've had to save his," the younger male points to his best friend around the corner. "Ass, or him mine because he is a werewolf. But that doesn't change anything."

"For all we know I could have told you. Neither of us know what happened last night. Unless there's something you aren't tell me, Stiles." The darker haired male accused. 

"Woah, no way, are you accusing me off drugging you? I'm not dumb enough to drug you and myself. It definitely was not me." The male raised his hands in surrender before waving them around frantically. 

The werewolf grabbed the human and slammed him against the wall holding his wrist beside his head. The human let out an oph as his back hit the wall. The tension between them was crazy surreal. They stood there momentarily stunned. 

The Alpha had no idea what he had done until it was too late.

The smaller male had a look of pure shock as the stood there staring at each other, honey eyes meeting green, tan skin holding pale skin, soft pink lips meeting rough red lips. Only leaving contact because of the sound off to the side of them.

"Shit, shit, shit," The smaller males best friend cussed as he tripping over a garbage can trying to quietly leave the scene before him. 

"Scott? What the hell are you doing?" Stiles asked still in Derek's grip against the wall. 

"Leaving?" He questioned, his voice raising a few notches as he looked up at them again.

Derek instantly let the younger male go while stepping away cursing under his breath.

"I, uh, should get back to work. We'll talk about this later." The buff male told Stiles sternly. 

"I guess so yea," the human sighed walking away.

With that being done for the time period the older male went back to his bouncer job as the other two left the bar scene for the rest of the night.