Suffer Well (Sterek)

Hurt you

Derek opened his phone to text Stiles and let him know he'd gotten home okay when he remembered, it was over. He didn't have to do that anymore. He wanted to do it anyway, but he closed out his texts and tossed his phone aside. He'd been fortunate enough to avoid his siblings when he got home, however he heard footsteps approaching his door.

The gentle knock let him know that it was Damon.

Derek opened the door to see he had indeed been right.

"Hey, you weren't home for dinner, I just wanted to check in and make sure you were alright," Damon glanced passed Derek as if he expected to find the reason Derek had missed dinner.

"Yeah, just helping Scott with a few issues he was having," Derek lied.

"I usually ignore when you're lying to me, because I trust you and your business is your business, but I'm worried about you. You've been acting strange lately and your scent has been off. I feel like it has something to do with Stiles," Damon eyed Derek, waiting for confirmation.

"It doesn't matter, Scott's got everything under control now so I won't be needed any further," Derek shrugged.

"And Stiles?" Damon asked cautiously, as if mentioning his name would send Derek into a fit.

"What about him?" Derek shrugged.

"You're still okay with him dating Dominic?" Damon had never believed Derek was okay with that.

"Stiles says he's not interested, but I wouldn't care either way," Derek answered, he did his best to keep his heart beat steady.

"You've always been the best liar, but I still don't believe you," Damon smiled fondly.

"Why?" Derek tried to seem unfazed by the topic, but he wanted nothing more than for Damon to drop it.

"I know you like him, it's okay, whatever you're afraid of-"

"I'm not afraid of anything," Derek snapped cutting Damon off.

"Derek, I can see the way you worry for him, smell the jealousy when Dominic is with him, hear the way your heart picks up when he comes over," Damon gave Derek a sympathetic look.

"Damon, please," Derek had given up his tough guy act and was allowing his vulnerability to show.

"What are you so afraid of? I doubt Stiles would ever hurt you," Damon frowned at his brother.

Derek turned away from Damon, "I can't let myself fully trust him, that's not fair to him. Besides if he's not interested in Dominic, what makes you think he'd be interested in me?" Derek scoffed.

"While you're busy trying to keep your heartbeat calm and your scent neutral around him, you miss the way his heart picks up and his scent changes around you. Dominic has talked to me about it. He thinks Stiles likes you. At first he thought the heartbeat thing might have been because of him, but his scent has started giving him away, especially after Theo. When you claimed you two weren't friends, that upset him, a lot. And the disappointment when you announced you'd given permission for him to date Dominic." Damon touched his brother's arm gently.

Derek looked at Damon with a furrowed brow. Could Damon be right?

"I know Kate hurt you, I don't know what she did, but I know Stiles would never do anything to hurt you, not on purpose," Damon spoke again when Derek didn't.

"It's too hard," Derek shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Just think on it," Damon sighed before leaving Derek alone.

Derek did a lot of thinking, he imagined what it would be like if he and Stiles actually did get together, and it terrified him.

Derek stared at the plain white ceiling, his mind reeling with the things Damon had said. Had he really been so concerned with his own scent and heartrate he missed Stiles'? It was completely possible.

At that moment his phone went off. The simple ding sent Derek's heart into overdrive. Hope swelled in his chest as he grabbed the device.

He couldn't help the smile that pulled at his mouth as he read the text.

I know that we're not friends or whatever, but I just wanted to see how you were doing. I know that cut was bothering you pretty badly. It's been bugging me not knowing if you're okay. Not that I don't think you are. You're a badass alpha werewolf, but I just want to make sure. It was weird not getting a text from you earlier, I was worried at first, then I remembered you didn't need to do that anymore. Anyway, I'm rambling. Let me know you're okay, please.

Derek held the phone to his chest as he let out a frustrated sigh. Stiles was truly amazing.

I'm okay. The cut is almost healed, thank you.

Derek decided to keep it short and simple. The less he gave in the easier it would be.

-

Derek found himself standing on Stiles' front steps, knocking.

Stiles' dad must have been at work still because the sheriff's car wasn't in the driveway.

"Derek?" Stiles frowned at the sight of the alpha at his front door at almost midnight.

"Stiles, hey," Derek smiled taking an unsteady step towards the human.

"Whoa, are you alright?" Stiles helped steady Derek.

"Not really," Derek answered honestly, his words slurring a bit.

"Are you...Are you drunk?" Stiles frowned. He had been certain werewolves couldn't get drunk.

"If you lace the alcohol with just the right amount of a special type of wolfsbane, it's like being drunk," Derek answered, sensing Stiles' confusion.

"Scott and Isaac will be glad to hear that," Stiles chuckled, "So uh, what are you doing here?" Stiles asked.

"Honestly, I don't know," Derek wasn't sure the last time he'd even been drunk.

"Do you want to come in?" Stiles asked unsure of what else to say.

"Okay," Derek stepped by Stiles.

"So, you said you're not really alright, do you want to talk about something?" Stiles pressed gently, he wasn't sure how to handle a drunk Derek.

"I don't know what good it will do," Derek shrugged.

"Why don't you come upstairs," Stiles helped Derek up to his room, so he could lie down. He wasn't sure how much Derek had drunk, but it seemed like a lot.

"See this, this right here," Derek gestured to Stiles who lowered him into a sitting position on his bed.

"See what?" Stiles looked down at himself, he was wearing sweats and a t-shirt.

Derek fisted Stiles' shirt pulling him forward until their mouths met.

Stiles froze.

Derek pulled back and released Stiles, "You're so good to me," Derek sighed laying back.

Stiles remained frozen in place. Derek had just kissed him. It had been quick and Stiles had been too stunned to kiss back, but it had still been a kiss, there was no denying that.

Stiles looked down to see Derek's eyes closed his lips parted slightly. He was passed out.

Stiles didn't want to wake him and definitely didn't want to send him home in the state he was in, so he pulled off Derek's shoes and scooted him up on the bed, so his legs no longer hung off. The alpha barely stirred.

Stiles got a blanket from the closet and laid it on Derek before going to stay in the spare room. He would explain to his dad in the morning.

*AN*
Drama llama!! Lol. Let me know what you think. 😊