Sterek One-Shots Book One (BoyxBoy)

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Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Stale Hale here in all my sarcastic, bitchy glory. I hope you all are doing well. This fic has Deaf!Stiles, so yeah. I love you guys. I want to thank each and every single one of you for all the reads, votes, sweet comments. I am so grateful. If I could kiss every single one, I would ask permission first and then do it. If you're asexual or don't like to be touch I will give you a hearty handshake and/or an air five. You gals and guys make my day, so keep shining you fucking stars.

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        Derek is slowly walking around his property, his paws digging into the soft ground as he moves at a leisurely pace around the trees. His fur keeps him warm when he is in his wolf form, he needs it with the temperature being so cold during the day as well as the night. It hasn't snowed in a few days time, but the air was still freezing. Derek huffs when he steps on crunchy leaves, and he looks around. The air is still, just as it was yesterday, and as soon as he is about ready to go back to the den he hears shallow breathing.

Derek briefly thinks that it is one of his betas trying to sneak up on him in surprise, he's been training them for a while about the importance of sneak attacks, but when he smells at the air he knows it isn't anyone from his pack. The human villagers know not to come into the woods for fear of death, and what hides in the shadows. The elders tell stories of the werewolves that like to eat children and virgins; though untrue, they kept the humans away. He growls threateningly in the back of his throat as he carefully follows the sound. Derek moves, silent as death in his steps, until he can see what making the noise.

It is a boy.

Derek finds the boy, or young man since he looks around eighteen or nineteen, collapsed on the almost frozen ground. His heartbeat is slow, and his chest barely rising and falling as he breathes. The man has to be as tall or taller than Derek, and he is only in a light jacket. He has a rather large cut on his forehead, it is still bleeding, and Derek cocks his head to the side in curiosity. The boy smells sweet, it isn't his blood making the smell, and Derek licks the side of the boy's cheek.

Derek moves to morph back into his human form to pick up the man to take him to his den before he freezes to death. No one should have to die alone in the cold, Derek tells himself. It isn't a far walk back to the Hale house, and the man isn't heavy. He is all sharp elbows and long limbs. He sets the man's head on his shoulder so that when he bleeds it falls on Derek, and not on the ground where it could be tracked. Derek and his pack aren't the only thing that go bump in the night, they're the most vicious when they want to be, and all he needs is some kind of phantom with blood lust in his territory. It doesn't help that the man has such a sweet scent that only comes from people with clean spirits, and pure souls. Derek's own soul is tainted by grief and vengeance, but his pack makes him better.

Boyd is first to meet him at the door of the den, his face unreadable but he moves to takes the man out of Derek's arms. Derek pulls back giving Boyd a soft, warning growl and Boyd backs away. He doesn't do it to be cruel, it is just Alpha nature to protect the hurt, and Boyd moves in front of him to open doors. Erica and Isaac makes their ways in the living room from down the hall when the smell of blood hits their noses, and they come to investigate the reason for the stench. “Who is that?” Isaac asks, quietly as he wearily watches Derek.

Derek takes the man into one of the spare rooms to gently ease him onto the floor, the man exhales sharply but doesn't awaken while Derek uses the cloth that Erica got him to clean the boy's forehead. “I don't know I found him.” Derek tells them, and he leans the man up to take off his thin jacket that was wet with morning dew. He hears a thud when he sets the jacket to the side, and he turns to see that it is a journal. Erica picks it up to look through it, and Derek goes back to dabbing at the cut. He doesn't think that the young man will need stitches, and Derek plants his palm on his cheek to suck some or the pain from the man.