I Would Fake Forever With You(Sterek)

You aren't what I need

Derek was seething as he stalked down the steps of the front porch, pulling Stiles along behind him.

"Derek, hold on," Stiles pulled from Derek's grip causing him to stop. "Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, Stiles. I'm sorry my family are such assholes. You don't deserve to listen to that. You were doing me a favor and all they've done is bash you and you've just stood there and taken it and I couldn't stand it anymore. I refuse to let them push the first good thing that's happened to me away. I would never have subjected you to that if I-" Derek was cut off by Stiles' lips. Derek was too surprised to realize what was happening before Stiles had pulled away. He frowned at his boyfriend, who was smiling fondly at him.

"Are you okay?" Stiles' hand ran along Derek's arm.

Derek huffed out a laugh, "You're incredible, you know that?"

"You still haven't answered my question," Stiles knew avoidance when he saw it. He was trained to notice it.

"Not really, but I should be. They've always been like this," Derek glanced at the house with disappointed eyes.

"Hey, no, don't do that. Just because your family has always been this way, doesn't mean you have to be okay with it. I'm guessing you've never really stood up to them like that before?" Stiles had seen the look of pure shock on Talia's face when Derek was talking.

"No," Derek dropped his head as if in shame and it angered Stiles. He had stood up for himself and still felt bad. That wasn't right.

"Derek," Stiles lifted his chin so he could see the soft green of Derek's eyes. "Don't you dare feel guilty. Do you think they do for making you feel the way they did? No. So don't you dare give them the satisfaction."

Derek seemed to sigh with relief. "Thank you," his tone was sad but genuine.

"Come on, there's an eccentric blonde surrounded by alcohol that I need to meet," Stiles winked. This earned a smile from Derek.

"I just have to do one thing; can I meet you there?" Stiles asked, his thumb running along Derek's jaw.

"I was gonna suggest we drop off your jeep and ride together."

Stiles knew that look. The averting of the eyes, licking of the lips. Derek didn't want to be alone, but he was afraid to say it.

"Of course. It can wait," Stiles nodded. The apartments weren't far.

"No, that's not-" Derek huffed a sigh. "I don't want you to put your life on hold for me, Stiles."

Stiles frowned, "What do you mean?"

"All week, you've put work and friends on hold, to appease my wretched family and I don't want that," The look of guilt was back.

"Hey, that's what I do. I put the people I care about first. My job needs me more than I need them, and I haven't put my friends on hold. I saw Scott a few days ago. They're understanding. And this..." Stiles trailed off. He hadn't planned to tell Derek what he was doing, but he felt bad lying.

"What?" Derek urged gently, as if telling Stiles it was okay to tell him.

"I was going to see Theo," Stiles swallowed and dropped his eyes, waiting for Derek to pull away. To accuse him of still having feelings.

"Do you want me to go with you? I can tell Erica we can't do tonight. She'll be-"

"What?" Stiles' head snapped up.

"I mean, I don't like the idea of you going alone, but if that's something you need to do then-"

"No, I mean...you aren't mad?" Stiles blinked up at the man in front of him.