Sheriff Stilinski wasn't entirely certain what had prompted him to go in to the room and wake Stiles, instead of just calling up while he was making breakfast like he usually did. Holy Crap - he wasn't prepared for what he saw. He could only see the barest glimpse of Stiles, he was hidden almost completely from view by the hulking muscular mass beside him. The shirtless hulking muscular mass, with a tattoo!

The loving and supportive, he hoped, single father steeled his resolve and tried to convince himself that the whole scene was probably more innocent than it appeared. He wished he could unsee, the shirtless guy who was sleeping under the covers next to his teenage son. He didn't know how to handle this situation, give him a robber or an animal attack any day.

While it was true that he'd suspected Stiles was gay, he thought boyfriends were pretty low down the list of things he had to worry about - the Mahealani kid had just never seemed interested before. He'd always thought Danny was a nice kid and actually recalled hearing about an incident where Stiles asked 'if Danny thought he was attractive'. He decided to avoid further embarrassment, by letting them sleep on. Certain that Danny would sneak out the window.

'TOP DAD!'

That thought wouldn't last. He noticed Stiles' room was unusually tidy, he noticed 2 pairs of discarded Jeans on the floor and then he noticed the tiny pair of white boxer/briefs, also on the floor. It took a split second - Stiles doesn't have any underwear that doesn't have superheroes on it. His resolve to be grown-up and have the talk with Stiles later, disappeared completely. Danny would definitely be leaving by the window, only it wouldn't be his choice. He strode across the room purposefully.

"Stiles, Danny." his voice raised, NO, not raised - shouting. But that was just semantics.

He thought he saw Stiles attempt to sit up, but Danny's arm across his chest had made it almost impossible. Suddenly he was by the bed, he gripped Danny's shoulder and pulled against it in such a way that he simultaneously woke him and rolled him onto his back. He blinked, confused, before resorting to shouting again.

"Derek Hale, Derek FUCKING Hale."

Any thought or recollection of events more than 1 second ago left him, he attempted to man-handle Derek Hale out of Stiles' bed. Did Derek's eyes just flash red? NO, that was ridiculous it had just been a trick of the light or his imagination. He finally pulled Derek out of Stiles' bed, putting distance between this twenty-something man and his teenage son did nothing to help his temper.

Since Derek was not wearing the tiny white boxer/briefs he suddenly recalled seeing on the floor, he actually caught a glimpse of Derek's surprisingly large endowment. 'You violated my son with that thing.'

Completely enraged he wrestled Derek up against the wall. As Derek slammed into the solid surface he growled, NO, not growled, people don't growl. "Dad, Dad. Please stop!" Stiles' voice struck him like a baseball bat, his son sounded genuinely terrified. It got through to him. He loosened his grip on Derek, finally releasing him. He turned to see Stiles standing beside the bed wrapped in a sheet.

If Stiles had been standing beside the bed in his boxer shorts, that might have helped to defuse the situation somewhat. But now there was no escaping the fact that his son was indeed naked and that he'd had sex with Derek. He was about to wrestle Derek into the wall again, but Stiles' expression of stress and terror forced him to restrain himself. He'd like to have found out that his son was gay under completely different circumstances, but now that he knew he had to be supportive, not angry.

"Get Dressed, then get out of my house before I arrest you". he said to Derek. Then he turned his attention to his son "Stiles, skip Lacrosse practice today. We're going to have to talk about this."