Spn and TW Oneshots Book 2(CLOSED)

Mr. and Mr. Hale(Sterek)

Derek panted heavily, his gun steady in his hand as he faced the end of the barrel of Stiles’ gun. The house was trashed. There were bullet holes and broken furniture amongst the once nice décor. Shards of glass littered the floor around the couple. It had been an all-out fight up until this very moment.

Derek and Stiles both stood in their kitchen with guns pointed at each other. The wedge that had worked it’s way between them over the past ten years had now been removed. Everything was out in the open, all the secrets, all the lies. Two trained assassin's fell for each other eleven years ago and now they had orders to kill each other, and instead of sticking together they were both moments away from either death or mission accomplished.  

Derek noticed Stiles’ hand gripping the gun so tight his knuckles whitened. His aim was steady despite the look of pain and frustration on his face.

The two had been in this exact position for close thirty seconds, neither willing to pull the trigger first.  
Derek recalled the day he met Stiles, the way his smile lit up the room, the way his laugh carried over the others. He had stood out instantly to Derek. It started out as a one-night stand which turned into a weekend night stand, which turned into a week. After that they were both in too deep.  

Derek lowered his gun then, “I can’t,” Derek’s tone was tired, “If you want it, it’s yours.” Derek couldn’t kill Stiles. He loved the guy too much.

Stiles grit his teeth in frustration, “No, come on,” Stiles snapped, Come on, fight,” Stiles’ tone was angry but his hand started to quiver just slightly. He couldn’t do it either.

Derek stepped in then.  

Stiles tossed the gun aside as he and Derek met in a heated kiss.  

They couldn’t fight each other, so they would fight together.

(Another little thing I wrote for Sterek week over on tumblr)