Hey guys! I'd like to say that this will be a two chapter story with some hardcore male on male sex that involves Stiles and Derek. So, if that's not for you, then get the hell away from this story. Also it's AU because I didn't stick with the storyline whatsoever. ^_^ I would also like it if you guys would like me to actually continue it, because I actually thought the idea was kinda lame. D: So anyway, no flames…I know I'm a bad writer and all that jazz.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.

Warnings: Guy x Guy love and horrible story idea and grammar mistakes. Haha. This is also an AU story, so you've been warned.

Enjoy!

Stiles' woke in his bed, sweat covering his forehead and neck. The covers had been kicked off during the cold night, yet he was sweating like he just ran a mile in hot, humid weather. The teen sat up and glanced at his alarm clock. He would have to be up for school soon, but he decided that he wouldn't be able to get anymore sleep with that dream creeping back into his mind.

Surprisingly it wasn't the one about his mother, it was the one of the wild boy he found when he was eight. Stiles shivered as he remembered those bright blue eyes glowing at him as he approached the older boy in the woods. Stiles remembered thinking the boy was around the age of sixteen and he later found out he was right. The dark haired kid sure did look like he was way older than himself. He was tall with shaggy black hair. Tan skin covered lean muscles. The kid wasn't wearing much, just a pair of black jean shorts that have seen better days and old combat boots. The kid must've stolen them since they looked a few sizes too big.

*Start Flashback*

"Hi! I'm Stiles! What's your name?" Stiles laughed, walking closer to the boy in the woods by his house. His father would be upset if he realized he was playing in the woods again.

Those bright glowing eyes changed color to a more natural hue of green and blue. Brows furrowed in confusion as he stood tall in front of the small boy. His lips quivered slightly as he tried to speak to this Stiles creature before him.

"…Der…" The teenager struggled. Eyes glowing blue again as anger flashed over his face and Stiles noticed. He knew his damn name, but trying to say it was becoming a hassle. He remembered long ago his mother would call him by it all the time.

"Hey, it's okay! Just take your time, Der!" He smiled and grabbed the teen's hand in his. Der growled, looking down at his large hand in the small, soft hand of this child. He glared at it before glancing up into big brown eyes.

"I have books from school I can bring next time I see you. They'll help ya in no time!" Der nodded his head, accepting the help from the small boy.

"S-Sti…" The teen started and grimaced at his terrible attempt.

"It's okay! Just try harder." Stiles patted the boy on the arm, marveling how massive it was to his small hand.

"Stil-Stiles…" He growled out but perked when the young boy clapped his hands excitedly.

"Yes, yes! That's it!"

The teen smiled and pulled Stiles to the ground, pulling him closer and staring at him. Eager eyes pierced holes into Stiles' brown ones. The small boy felt the wild teen enjoyed learning, so Stiles made sure he'd teach the older boy all he knew, which wasn't much since he was only eight, but he had a better grasp on things than this guy.

"I should tell my best friend about you!" Stiles was so excited to tell Scott about the wild boy he found, but his excitement was put on hold as he was met with a scowl by the teen. Jaw clenched tight and eyes zoned in on Stiles' eyes. The boy guessed this would be his little secret.

*End flashback*

Stiles huffed, running a hand through his short hair as he got up from his bed and strode over to his computer chair. He flopped down in the squeaky seat and got on the internet. He was doing anything and everything to keep his mind off Derek.

"Damn it!" He gritted his teeth when he did, in fact, think about the wild boy, well, wild man now. Stiles still wondered where he went, or if the guy was even still alive. The sixteen year old sighed, defeated by his feelings. He missed the sour wolf so damn much, just like he missed his mom. Stiles stared at his computer screen, lost in his thoughts about when he had found out about Derek not being human.

*Start flashback*

Stiles had been crying in his room, the thunder crashing loudly in the sky like some mad lunch lady beating pots together. His father was called into the station, leaving Stiles alone with a napping babysitter on his living room couch. The boy dove under his Batman comforter to shield himself from the loud slapping of the heavy raindrops on the window. The thought of his friend Derek out in this weather caused him to cry more. Pulling his hands up and over his ears, Stiles mumbled incoherent words to himself.

A soft creaking sound filled the room and the window to Stiles' room opened and in slipped a soaking wet teen wolf. Derek's eyes softened as he spotted the boy under his covers. He walked over and sat gently on the bed, making sure to not spook the boy. When he gripped the covers to reveal Stiles, he found a face full of tears and red, puffy eyes. Derek whimpered, eyes glowing blue as Stiles looked at him. Stiles eyes widened when the light from the lightning reflected off the long canines Derek had.

"Der-Derek?"

Derek hummed his acknowledgment and rested his hands on each side of Stiles' body.

"Are you a vampire?" Stiles whispered, pulling the covers up to hide his neck.

Derek rolled his eyes and growled. "Ya know, because I've always wondered why your eyes changed color. And you can also be in sunlight, so that totally doesn't make sense. Maybe you're just part vamp—" Derek clamped a cold hand over Stiles' mouth.

"Shut up." He released the boy and pulled away from him, looking around the room. His vocabulary wasn't the best, but he did learn a lot from Stiles and it helped that he was a quick learner, but he would always settle for short choppy sentences. At least it was better than what he was capable of a few months prior.

"You…okay?" He glanced back at the shivering boy again.

"I'm b-better now that you're here…" Derek looked away again, hiding his smile of sharp teeth from Stiles.

The ruffling of the covers had Derek looking back at Stiles. The boy was sitting up and trying to get a better look at him. "What are you?" He pleaded to the teen. "You know you can tell me. We're spit buddies, remember?" Stiles held out his right hand and Derek gave a weak smile at the thought of the two of them spitting in their hands and shaking. He found it odd, but Stiles loved it so he kept doing it. He did a lot of things to make Stiles happy.

"Wolf. I'm not hu-human." He clenched his fist in the blankets as he growled out the last part.

Big brown eyes widened. "Werewolf," Stiles blurted out. He was a nut when it came to his favorite superheroes and anything supernatural.

Derek's ears picked up on the familiar word. He's heard werewolf before. Mainly by the hunters that were set out to kill him and those like him, he assumed.

"That's cool!" Stiles jumped off the bed, completely forgetting about the storm that crashed loudly outside. "I'm friends with a werewolf."

Sighing heavily, Derek moved to lie back on the bed, motioning for Stiles to get back in as well. He ignored the feel of his wet shorts clinging to his skin as he settled under the covers.

"Sleep. Now." The werewolf curled up on the bed, pulling Stiles on it when the boy was in arms reach.

"Aww, c'mon! I have so many questions!" Stiles looked up and frowned when he noticed the teen was asleep and was far from answering his many werewolf questions. He pouted but snuggled into the warmth Derek provided on this cold night.

*End flashback*

Holy hell these memories were going to kill him one day. Stiles smacked his face to rid him of his thoughts of a certain male. Even when the guy was gone he still thought about him every day.

The teen flailed and fell off his bed when his cell phone vibrated. Heart pounding like a million drums beating simultaneously. He took in a long breath before answering the phone.

"Yo, dude," Stiles said groggily, pretending like he had been just woken up.

"Stiles!" Scott screeched into the phone, making Stiles hold his iphone away from his now seemingly deaf ear. "Something's wrong!"

Stiles cocked a brow and sat up on the floor. "Woah, calm down. What's going on?"

"I think I'm a monster," Scott said bitterly. "Can you come over?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in a few." Stiles ended the call before Scott could say another word. The lean teen pulled himself off the floor and got ready like he would for any other day of school, except this time he had to counsel his best friend.

"I think you're a werewolf." Stiles stated, pacing around Scott's room like some kind of investigator.

"What? There's no such thing as werewolves!" Scott's words pierced Stiles' heart. Derek was a werewolf, and Scott can't say they weren't real because Stiles remembered Derek that night during the storm. Werewolves were totally real.

"I'm sorry dude, but you said you had crazy eyes, claws, fangs, and fur?" Stiles chuckled, sitting down next to Scott on his bed.

"Not fur, just…a lot of facial hair?" Even Scott was unsure as to what to make of his situation. Stiles just inwardly hoped that with what happened to Scott maybe this could possibly bring Derek back.

Stiles grabbed his keys from Scott's bed and headed for the door. "You think you can show me where you were bitten?"

"Yeah, but why would you need to see where I was attacked at?" Scott asked, confused.

Stiles opened the door without waiting for Scott. "Because maybe whatever bit you is still lingering around. We can find it."

"Stiles…I really don't think you wanna see that thing!" Scott quickly jumped from his bed and ran after his friend.

"Okay, I think this is it…" Scott walked over to a patch of kicked up leaves. "Yeah, it was here." He looked around, making sure he and Stiles were alone. Stiles walked over and kneeled down, running his hand over the crunchy leaves. Browns eyes looking for any signs of a werewolf, like prints or fur stuck on branches, but it was no use. The thing that bit Scott was gone.

"Hey!" Stiles' heart stopped when he heard the rough, yet smooth voice of somebody other than Scott. He glanced up and almost had a mini heart attack. There stood a man with gelled up black hair, a thin leather jacket over a tight black t-shirt. Stiles scrambled to his feet and gawked at the older male. He looked just like Derek…same blue-green eyes, black hair, and that scowl that made the devil cringe. He felt like he had to lean on Scott from the lack of blood from going to his brain.

"It's not safe for two teenagers wandering around. Go home." The man finally made it in front of Stiles and Scott, bright eyes pierced into two sets of chocolate brown ones. The man's pointed nose flared as he drew in the scent of the teens. He noticed the scent of the shorter, muscular male was from the woods just yesterday, but the tall, lean male's scent was very alluring. It was familiar and delicious, yet he couldn't put a claw on why it was so familiar.

Scott gulped, nudging Stiles in the side. "We should go," He whispered to the taller teen. He turned to leave the mysterious male, thinking Stiles was right behind him, but when he turned around to keep an eye on the man, he found Stiles still standing there, staring like a deer in headlights.

"Stiles!" He yelled, making the lean teen jump and whip his head around. The man's own heart jumped at his voice. Did he just say Stiles? Blue-green eyes widen when the teen wobbled after the new wolf.

"Stiles?" He whispered, more to himself than to the two boys. His posture softened and so did his eyes. He was amazed the boy grew to be such a handsome kid. He was dorky, just like he was so many years ago, but Derek didn't mind that. The older man was surprised that he kept his cool because deep down he wanted to pull the boy away from the other and just start running off into the woods to keep him for himself.

Once they were out of sight Derek began running through the woods, jumping over large rocks and streams. He came to a stop when he saw the same house he visited on many occasions. Stiles' scent flooded the whole place. That was another good sign—Stiles never moved, which meant Derek knew which window to creep into.

A small smirk crept onto his face before strolling over to the house. "And so it begins…"

D: okay! That was the first part, some hardcore man love in the next chapter. Hope you liked it and hopefully you can leave a review, please? And if you didn't like it, I'm sorry…just don't flame…just makes me think you have nothing better to do. -_-

If you want to see anything specific happen in the next chapter, just let me know. ;)