Initiate // Sterek

// fifteen //

I'm an asshole.

But so is he.

But I'm the bigger asshole right now.

But maybe he is.

I was pacing up and down in one of the random offside rooms, tears covering my face.

I had ran out after Derek told me everything and went into a room that nobody would find me in, at least for a while.

I still couldn't process everything he had told me. I had already guessed the majority of it, but actually hearing it as the truth was a whole other thing.

My hand was flexing. All the emotion running through me was affecting my new wolf side. Especially the anger. My fist clenched and I slammed it into the wall, hoping it would give me some sort of relief. It was thin plaster, so my hand went straight through to the other side.

Through the hole was Scott and Isaac, now separated from what looked like a steamy make-out session. Oh.

Before I could run away Scott saw me, and came running over. "What happened? What did he do?" He asked, seeing that my cheeks were wet.

"It's nothing Scott, I'm fine. Go back to doing whatever you were doing with Isaac. I just need to pull myself together and I'll be fine, alright?" I said, trying to reassure him. I just really didn't want to talk to anybody about this.

"No. Whatever's happening with you is more important." He said sternly. I glanced over to see Isaac's reaction, and he was nodding in agreement. Isaac was a good guy, especially if he could put up with Scott being, well, Scott.

"There's nothing to talk about, okay?" I pressed. All I wanted to do was get away from them. Before either of them replied, I turned on my heel and walked out of the room into the corridor.

I began to walk away as I heard the door of the room open, Scott and Isaac coming out through the door. "Stiles, please, just talk to us. Talk to me." Scott said, a puppy-dog look on his face that I almost gave in to.

"Guys, seriously. I'm okay. I'm just gonna walk around for a while and fill some of the artificial air into my lungs." I said sarcastically. I walked away from the uncertain looks on their faces and turned a corner.

It was true, I did just need to walk around and breathe. Understanding everything was going rather slowly.

I walked only to come face to face with Derek. I looked up at him, he had been crying too. He hadn't done it in front of me but I could tell he had been.

Being the coward I am, I turned away and started walking in the opposite direction. "Stiles, wait up!" I heard from behind me. I kelt walking.

"Stiles!" Derek shouted, putting his hand on my shoulder. In a moment of rage, I took his arm and slammed it into the wall. Derek looked so shocked it took a minute for him to pull himself together.

"I'm sorry." I told him, walking away again.

"I did it for what I thought was your own good, Stiles!" Derek yelled.

I turned around and gave him a cold glare. "Well you were wrong! My life is now constantly in danger,I haven't seen my dad in God knows how long, my friends are going to die, and all because you couldn't stand being alone!" I shouted.

"You don't get it! You put yourself in danger the minute you came to my house! All I was trying to do was keep you safe! And you know I had absolutely nothing to do with Scott ending up here!" He shouted, the two of us coming closer towards each other.

"Oh yeah? And since when is this safe! I've almost died more than once and it was always because of you! How could you call that safe?" I roared. I could tell I had struck something, and I already regretted it.

I did the only thing I could think of, and kissed him, hard. He responded quickly and practically forced his lips onto mine. I pushed him against the wall and heard a crack.

"Is there a bedroom nearby?" I asked as things started to become heated. Derek's pupils dilated but he nodded quickly and picked me up off of the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the room. I kissed him at every chance I could, causing him to topple slightly into walls. We stopped at a door.

{Warning: Smut ahead ;) }

Derek slammed it open and carried me inside. Our mouths were barely ever apart."You're sure you want to do this?" He asked. "I'm sure." I nodded, giving my consent and bringing his mouth up to meet mine once again. I needed some way to release all of my emotions and sex seemed like a great way to do it.

He threw me onto the bed. "I don't know if you remember, but I top." He said cockily before climbing onto the bed.

I reached my hand for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off of him slowly. By now we were grinding on each other and I was becoming hard.

Derek reached for the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled them down my legs. I tried to kick them off but they wouldn't come off. Derek started laughing at my struggle and got up and took them off of me himself, and did the same to his own jeans. All that was left was my t-shirt, which I quickly removed, and our underwear.

My hands roamed over Derek's back, through all the crevices and edges until they finally landed on his boxers. My hands went under the band and over his ass. Derek gasped slightly at the contact but quickly moved to touch me.

He looked at me one more time before pulling down my boxers, to reveal my hard length. I blushed slightly in embarassment.

"God, Stiles. I forgot how gorgeous you were." Derek said in between kisses placed on my stomach.

I couldn't stand being this powerless any longer. "Derek, I need you now. " I ordered him. He nodded without a second glance and reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.

"You were counting on this weren't you?" I laughed, pulling myself up towards the pillows. Derek leaned over to the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube and shook it in my face. "Kind of." He smirked, before kissing me again.

I turned over onto my stomach as Derek covered his fingers in lube and placed one in me. It worked jts way in before Derek added another. It was slightly painful as I rutted my hips against his fingers. One more went in and I couldn't stand it.

"Now!" I moaned as my claws tore through the fabric of the pillows I was holding on to.

Derek lined himself up with me as I began stroking my own dick. "You ready?" Derek asked, his voice husky. "I nodded into the pillow and moaned in response.

He entered me, slowly. His hips worked against mine in a battle dominance.

Derek rutted himself in to me, causing friction between us as I let out inaudible moans of pleasure.

My hand worked on my own length and I could tell I was close to coming. Derek gained speed and tge was more pleasure with each hit.

"Stiles, I- I'm gonna - Shit" Derek said as he released inside me.

I came soon after and we rode out our highs.

I rolled over and kissed Derek's neck, leaving a train from there to his chin to his lips.

We lay down under the covers and just stared at the ceiling.

"You know I love you right?" I asked, turning my head to Derek.

"I love you too."

Technically, this was my first time with Derek since I couldn't actually remember before, so having it during a fight probably wasn't the best idea.

That was until I looked into Derek's eyes as we were about to fall asleep. All the anger was completely gone. All the hurt was completely gone. All his focus was on me. And in that moment I knew I forgave him for anything he had done. It would take a while for it all to be better again, but we were getting there.