Faunoe o fatuoe (Sterek slash)

Chapter Four

One thing that Stiles had noticed with the coming of his seventeenth birthday was that he appeared to be tired all the time. At first he had been able to write it off as nothing more than exhaustion from chasing monsters at night, or the occasional werewolf interrupting his sleep at all hours. It had been over a week now since he had been subjected to either and he still felt as though he could sleep for the next 48 hours easily.

"Maybe we should take you to the doctor." His father looked up from his plate, his face creased in concern as he looked at Stiles. "You don't look good."

Stiles frowned at him before shoveling another mouthful of rice into his mouth. There was absolutely no way he was going for a check-up, he didn't need his the doctor overreacting to the bruises Derek had left on him when he threw him against the tree. The last thing this family needed was a CPS investigation.

"Just a bit tired is all," he answered after swallowing his food. "I was up late last night doing an assignment for history."

His dad didn't look convinced but he didn't say another word about it, and for several long minutes they sat in silence eating the Chinese take-away that filled the table between them. It was when his father started clearing his throat and looking at him sideways that Stiles realized there was something else going on.

"Dad?" He placed his cutlery on his plate and leaned forwards to catch his dad's attention. "What's wrong?"

"Mrs. Johns from down the road stopped me in the supermarket today." His dad placed his own cutlery down and leveled a hard stare in Stiles' direction. "She said she saw a young man leaving your bedroom window in the early hours of the morning last week."

"It was probably Scott." Stiles shrugged his shoulders. "You know how he comes and goes, especially when he's not doing well at school."

There was an awkward silence between them then before his dad shook his head. "She distinctly said it wasn't Scott, it was apparently a man in his mid to late twenties, with dark hair, and a leather jacket."

Stiles heart stopped beating at that, but he still found the strength to smile. "That's oddly specific, did you interrogate her?"

"What was Derek Hale doing in your bedroom at three in the morning Stiles?"

Oh. There was nothing Stiles could say right now that would make this sound even remotely OK, his father was either going to think that his son was banging the town bad boy, or that he was doing drugs or something.

"Well you see dad ..." He lowered his eyes and started fidgeting with a loose thread on the sleeve of his plaid shirt. "Its ..."

He didn't get to finish his sentence because right at that moment his dad's cell phone started ringing, and his dad quickly got up from the table to answer it.

"I've got to go." His dad walked back into the dining room, grabbed an egg roll off of his plate and started walking towards the front door. "Oh and Stiles, you know I don't know care if you're ... you know. It's just that that Hale boy he's got a record, and he's eight years older than you."

"Dad." Stiles pressed a hand to his chest in mock surprise. "Are you telling me that I have your blessing to be gay?"

"Or bisexual, or any of those other ... things." Then before Stiles was even able to answer his father had all but fled out of the front door.

A moment later he reappeared with a stony look on his face and a surprisingly awkward Derek trailing behind him.

"Really?" Stiles threw his hands up in the air and leaned back in his seat. "This can't be my life."