Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

In the worst way

Sam handed Dean a key card and Stiles a key card. "Alright, we'll regroup in the morning around nine to set up a game plan."

"Wait, are we in a different room?" Stiles asked noticing Dean's key card had a different room number than his.

"Yes, I refuse to share a room with you four." Sam answered.

"What why?" Stiles scoffed.

"Between their 'not so secret relationship' and whatever this is-" Sam gestured to Stiles and Derek.

"I decided it would get a bit...crowded."

Dean's jaw dropped. "What-?"

"You're not very subtle Dean. You have made yourself the breakfast of champions three days in a row." Sam cut in before Dean could continue.

"So?" Dean frowned.

"You only make that when you get laid." Stiles rolled his eyes at the fact that Dean thought he and sam hadn't figured that out by now.

Dean's face flushed bright red but he didn't respond.

"So then what's wrong with us?" Stiles asked referring to Derek and himself.

"We aren't in a 'not so secret' relationship."

"Yes, I'm aware, and the sexual tension is palpable." Sam answered with a glance at Derek.

It was Stiles' turn to flush in embarrassment. He knew Sam wasn't wrong but there was a reason they hadn't just given in to the temptation. Derek was worried about his wolf and Stiles was worried about getting too attached. He already cared for Derek too much he didn't need to fall for the guy, and Stiles was sure if they pushed that line of friendship there would be no coming back. He had hoped that Derek would make the first move, making it easier for him to keep it strictly sexual. Of course he only told himself that would work. But he knew Derek didn't feel anything other than physical attraction to him, which he couldn't believe, as it was. He was sure it was due to being in such close quarters and being so comfortable with each other, plus the lack of physical interaction didn't help. However, Stiles liked to pretend Derek just found Stiles attractive, without any reasoning.

Derek fought to keep from asking Stiles what he was thinking about as they made their way to their room. Stiles smelled of confusion and frustration. He wondered if it had anything to do with what Sam has said. They both knew he was right, but neither wanted to take that step.

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The words in front of Stiles began to blur he was reading them so fast.

When a werewolf comes across their mate they can sense it. They feel an inexplicable urge to be near the individual. There is something compelling about the individual. They want to know everything about him or her. They want to spend time with the person. Inside, the werewolf will feel a sense of knowing they’ve found the right person, and they’ll no longer feel quite so alone. Everything will feel right, happy, and complete when they’re with their mate. 
If a werewolf finds a mate in a human it is not easily recognizable as the process is slightly different. The human will not release the pheromones that a werewolf does. When a werewolf finds another werewolf mate they will smell the pheromones letting them know that is their mate.
If a human is the mate of a werewolf both will feel the pull to be near each other once the human is triggered. The triggering can be caused by a traumatic experience with the werewolf or by certain physical interactions.
Once the human is triggered the werewolf will have the urge to mark their mate. This is a delicate process as it can be dangerous to the human, if not done carefully. If the mates are both triggered and they do not consummate the connection, they can become irritable, and lash out at each other. They may also feel a strong physical attraction that wasn't their before or it may be stronger than before. The only way to break the trigger is to separate from each other. They cannot be anywhere near each other, or the triggering will reenact. Once a werewolf has marked their mate, the irritability and overwhelming pull will diminish. Then they are mated for life.
If a werewolf is rejected by their mate they will go through a grieving process that will consume them. They will have symptoms as if they have a serious illness, this can take weeks to months to heal from, depending on how close the two were.
A mate cannot be rejected once they are marked. They cannot be unmarked. The only way mates can be separated, is by death.

Stiles blinked at the screen, his heart pounding out of his chest. Was he-was  he Derek's mate? No. That would be crazy. Besides, Derek would tell him; wouldn't he? Not if Derek didn't even know. But how would Derek take the news if he found out? Would he reject Stiles? The lore didn't mention anything about the effect a rejection would have on a human.

Stiles closed out his laptop as he heard the shower cut off. Derek was finished with his shower. Stiles forced himself to calm down, otherwise Derek would sense something was wrong. Stupid werewolf.
Was that irritability? Was he mad at Derek's senses cause they were un-consummated mates?

Stiles shook his head. He was thinking too much into this. He needed to push it from his mind for now.

The bathroom door opened. Derek stepped out with nothing but a towel on. Stiles felt his eyes scan the wet half naked man in front of him. He bit at his lip at the thought of what was under the towel. He almost hoped the fabric would slip, allowing him at least a taste. Speaking of taste, his mouth was practically watering at the idea of Derek wet and fully naked.

Derek opened his suitcase. He'd forgotten to grab a pair of boxers for after his shower. He tried desperately not to look at Stiles. He knew the sexual tension would only get worse. However, Derek was hit with a strong scent of arousal that caused him to freeze.

He felt his wolf itching to come through. Derek gripped his suitcase desperately trying to stay calm. He tried to concentrate on Stiles' heartbeat, but the scent was clouding his mind, in the worst way.

"Stiles." Derek growled.

"I can't help it." Stiles snapped already knowing what Derek was growling about.

Derek looked up, his eyes meeting Stiles'.

"It's a bad idea." Derek said trying to convince himself as much as he was Stiles.

"I know." Stiles said, though his tone didn't sound like he cared.

Stiles took a step towards Derek but stopped.

"Is this ever going to go away?" Stiles asked trying to keep his eyes on Derek's face.

"I don't know." Derek answered not looking away from Stiles.

"Do you think...this means something?" Stiles asked cautiously.

Derek felt his stomach knot. "What do you mean?"

"Like maybe there's a reason we feel this way about one another." Stiles bit his bottom lip as his eyes glanced at Derek's mouth. He wanted to kiss him so bad.

"We're both just sexually frustrated and attracted to each other." Derek lied. He refused to tell Stiles he was Derek's mate. If Stiles wanted to be with him that way, then he had to decide that on his own.

"You truly believe that?" Stiles asked taking another step towards the alpha.

Derek only nodded.

"Then, why don't we just fix it? We won't have to worry about it anymore. We can stop...wanting each other." Stiles' eyes trailed down Derek slowly.

Derek felt his resolve slipping.

"Stiles." Derek tried to argue but his voice came out as a desperate whine, causing Stiles' arousal to spike.

That was it. Derek closed the gap between them pulling the hunter into an eager kiss.

Stiles let out a small moan as Derek's hands slid under Stiles' shirt.

The werewolf lifted the fabric over Stiles' head. He needed skin contact.

The two reconnected their lips quickly as Derek slid his thumbs in the hem of Stiles' sweats.

Stiles wiggled out of them pushing Derek back towards the bed. He was desperate for more. They never went further than this and Stiles didn't think he could handle it if Derek stopped him again. He needed Derek, in the worst way.

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