"So, I found this house," Stiles said, pointing at his computer screen as Derek snuggled into him under the covers. "it's great. It has a big enough garage to fit both of our cars, it's close to my dad so he can visit. The only downside is it's quite far from the woods and I know you like to be close to the woods."
"What about this one?" Derek said, pointing to the tab next to the one they were on.
"This one is pretty much perfect. Big garage, pretty close to my dad, garden leads to the woods, and there's even rooms in the basement." He said as he showed Derek all the pictures.
"Wow, this house is great." Derek nodded. "Look, it's available now."
"I know, wanna go see it?" Stiles asked, his voice full of hope.
"Yeah sure, I'll call the agent and arrange an appointment." He said. He looked at the screen to memorise the number before dialling it in his phone and calling.
"Hello, this is Amanda speaking, how may I help you?"
"Hi, I was just calling about the house you have on the market and I was wondering if I could come and look around?"
"Of course, will it just be you or should I be expecting others too?"
"Oh, no. It'll just be myself and my fiancée."
"Alright then, if you'd like you can come and see the house at 2pm tomorrow?"
"That would be great, thanks."
"Great, thank you very much."
"Thanks, bye." He hung up the phone. "We can go at 2pm tomorrow."
"Awesome!" Stiles said before jumping on Derek, wrapping him in a tight hug. "I love you Derek."
"I love you too Stiles." Derek said before kissing the boys lips. His soft, passionate kiss quickly escalated into rough making out.
Soon enough, Derek was on top of Stiles attacking his neck as Stiles grounded his hips into Derek's. After a little while Derek stopped and tensed up, looking around the room.
"What's wrong?" Stiles breathed.
"I heard something." Derek replied, still looking around the room in attempt to determine the direction the sound was coming from.
"What was it?" Stiles asked, sitting up.
"If you shut up maybe I can tell you." He snapped, climbing off the bed. He just stood in the middle of the room listening. "We need to hide."
"What, why?" Worry filled Stiles voice. "Who's here Derek?"
"Hunters." He whispered. "You stay here, you're safer up here. I'll go downstairs and deal with them. Stay quiet." He pecked Stiles' lips before heading for the door.
"Wait, Derek." Stiles called after him. "I love you."
"I love you too, Stiles." Derek said giving Stiles reassuring smile. "Hey, I'll be okay. I promise." He walked to Stiles to kiss his forehead and give him a gentle hug before leaving the room.
Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw Argent and his team of hunters around the living room.
"Argent," he said sternly. "nice to see you, how've you been?"
"Not bad." Argent replied in his regular monotone voice. "Much better once we get what we're here for."
"Is that so?" Derek smirked. "And what would that be?"
"To have you dead." He said as one of the hunters lifted a gun ready to shoot Derek. Before he was able to pull the trigger he dropped dead.
"If you want to kill him you'll have to get through me." Stiles said as he entered the living room, holding up the gun he'd used to kill the hunter.
"Stiles, I told you to stay upstairs!" Derek growled.
"No! I'm not letting them kill you Derek!" Stiles shouted.
"Kill him." Argent ordered his men. Soon after, one hunter shot a bullet at Derek. Luckily, he managed to dodge it. He didn't know where the bullet went, but he didn't care. His first instinct was to fight the hunters.
Once he'd knocked some hunters unconscious and caused the rest to flee, he searched for Stiles.
"Derek..." stiles said weakly as he laid on the floor by the stairs. That solved the mystery of where the first bullet went. Derek ran to Stiles, putting pressure on his chest where the bullet had penetrated into the skin.
"Oh my god Stiles! Stiles, look at me, you'll be okay!" Derek said panicking. He grabbed the boys hand and squeezed it tight, trying to take his pain.
"Derek," Stiles choked out. "I'm not ready to die Derek. I don't want to die."
"You're not going to die, I won't let that happen." Derek sobbed.
"I love you, Derek." He whispered, fighting for breath.
"No no no, Stiles don't say that! You're not going to die. Stay with me." Tears streamed down the man's face as he tried to stop Stiles bleeding.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, Derek." Stiles whispered again, unable to speak any louder. "Why doesn't it hurt?"
Then it hit him. Derek knew how to keep Stiles from dying, that is if Stiles agrees to it. At this point, it was the only option.
"Stiles, do you want the bite?" Derek sobbed, wiping the tears from his face. "The chance of it killing you is higher due to you being weak, but if it works you'll live. You'll be like me."
"Do what you need to do, just please don't let me die. I'm not ready to die." He sobbed. Derek grabbed his boyfriends now pale wrist and lifted it to his mouth, sinking his sharp fangs into the tender flesh. Stiles let out a small whine from the pain, but he could handle it. Now they wait.
"D-Derek..." he choked out, his cheeks wet from the tears. "I can't hold on any longer..."
"No!" Derek snapped. "Stiles, do not say that! You are lot going to die, you are going to have a long and happy life."
"It's okay..." he sobbed, coughing up blood. "I love you... I'll always love you... even when I'm gone..." He said, unable to hold back the tears.
"Stop it." Derek cried as he pulled Stiles in close. "You're not going to die." He sobbed before leaving more bites on the boys flesh, hoping one of them would turn him. It was too late.
"I'm sorry I couldn't hold on..." Stiles choked out before letting his final breath leave his lips.
"Stiles..." Derek whispered. He pulled the boy closer, crying into him. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you..."
So... Stiles is dead. I'M SORRY, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I will admit I cried while writing this, but it's important for the story. Anyways, follow me for notifications when I update, and don't forget to vote :)
