Sour Wolf and Big Mouth

I Know You Too Well

Stiles and Derek knew each other far too well seeing as they had been dating for eight years and had known one another for ten. Stiles tapped his fingers against the wooden dining table, irritated with the older werewolf. Derek glared at him, his arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame. Stiles slammed his hand down on the table as he stood up. "We aren't finished discussing this Stiles." Derek growled. The human rolled his eyes. "We've been glaring at each other for the past five minutes! You don't even understand the meaning of the word discuss!" Derek flashed his alpha eyes. "Alright, let's discuss why there's a nightmare where my dream boy was!" He snarled. Stiles' eyes widened. "Then why is my Prince Charming such a bore?!" Stiles retaliated. "I know you too well to like you anymore!" Derek shouted. "YOU TOO ASSHOLE!"

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Stiles steamed as he stormed around his room. "I can't believe that stubborn, arrogant,  werewolf ass sniffing, martyr complex bastard...and after all the shit we've been through...when we first started, even if he farted, I'd only laugh and ask for more cause I was an idiot!" He slammed his forehead against the wall. "And then we'd hold hands and then break dance or rap like Dr. Dre!" He pulled on his hair. "Or when we'd get drunk side by side, disgusting the whole pack with our PDA." He smiled softly to himself as he reminisced. "He felt so good deep in my heart and that's for sure but now I feel sick when I'm around him!" He slammed his window shut before any sourwolves could intrude on him. He rubbed his temples as he felt the beginnings of a headache.

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"Cora get out." Derek growled as his sister waltzed into his room. "Why are you so moody?" Derek glared at her. "Well, moodier than normal." Derek rolled his eyes. "It's nothing." Just the fact that I'm stuck with someone I can't stand and I know him too well to like him anymore. Cora rolled her eyes in response. "Yeah right. Is it Stiles?" Derek gritted his teeth and the tense click of his jaw clued Cora in. "I could always find somebody else." Derek mumbled. Stiles had chosen that moment to stroll in. "Yeah right. I hate it when you say that." Derek glared at him. "And you've got me on such a tight leash that I'm starting to strangle myself." Stiles' eyes narrowed. "Maybe if you didn't try to sniff under every skirt that walked past, it'd be looser. God! I'm sick of you always criticizing me! I know I'll never be what you want me to be." Derek turned fully to him. Well you used to be such a sight for sore eyes, but now looking at you is like a knife in me!" Stiles stormed up to him. "Much like your heart full of daggers!" He stabbed him in the chest. "Your kiss is like razor blades!" Derek growled. "You'd rather stroke that champagne bottle than touch this!" Stiles hissed. "I'll toss you a damn hand grenade!" Derek snarled. Stiles stomped his foot. "You're mean and you're unfriendly!" Derek's eyes flashed red. "Well, you're an attention whore!" Hurt flashed in the human's eyes. "And I know you too well to like you anymore!" Derek's eyes widened. "And I know you too well and I don't like you..." He trapped Stiles' hand as he tried to stab him again in the chest. "But I love you...please stay. No one makes me more miserable so please don't go away." Their glares softened as they leaned in closer. "Cause I need you always." Their noses were barely touching when Stiles pushed him back. "I'll never be able to forget you!" Derek straightened up. "I wish that I had never met you!" Stiles' eyes filled with tears and he slammed his hands against his chest, forcing him away.

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Stiles slammed his head against the wheel of his Jeep as he cried, parked on the side of the road. How did this all get so ugly? Derek became so strange. Now he's always coiled back and ready to attack with his lips curled over his fangs. He moodily drew designs on the wheel as he began to ponder over their relationship. "I guess it's true when they said be careful what you wish for, it might just come your way. I dreamed about him so often, but now he's dreaming of his escape." He slammed his hand against the horn, a loud honk cutting through the silence. "Well, now of all my worst mistakes, it seems he's here to stay!"

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Derek slipped through the open window of the Stilinski house where Stiles was researching on his laptop. "You're a son of a bitch, you know that?" Stiles asked rhetorically, his eyes never straying from his screen. Derek huffed and crawled onto his bed. "And you're a nightmare where my dream boy was." He nuzzled his pillow, inhaling the scent of pure Stiles. "My Prince Charming is a bore." The human retorted. "And I know you too well and I don't like you." Derek growled. Stiles slammed his laptop shut. "Yeah, I'm stuck with someone I can't stand!" He turned to glare at the werewolf. "I can't stand you even more!" Derek yelled back. They glared at one another, their eyes narrowed. "You're a slut." Stiles hissed. "You're a dick." Derek shoved him away. "You're a whore." Stiles shoved him back, not making him budge. Derek snorted. "You're a prick." Stiles crossed his arms. "You make me fucking sick." The werewolf flashed his eyes. "You've got no ass." Stiles' mouth fell open in shock. "Well, you're a needle dick." The older man rolled his eyes. "I'm so sick of your shit! You're a hag!" The younger put his fists on his hips. "And you're a drag." Their faces were inches apart. "You drive me fucking mad! Well I wish you'd go to hell." Stiles rolled his eyes. "I wish you'd go to hell but..." His glare fell as he moved in closer. "But I love you." Derek relaxed his stance and enveloped the human against his chest. "I love you too." He leaned down to give his boyfriend a sweet kiss.

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The pack watched from outside the Stilinski house, completely disgusted. "They're fucking stupid." Jackson huffed.