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Chapter 11: Willingly

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Stiles woke with a start in the middle of the night. He looked around his room aimlessly before his eyes settled on Derek lying next to him. The older man was sound asleep. In the darkness Stiles could only hear his soft breathing and it comforted him endlessly, although there was a task at hand for the teenager.

Going to the bathroom.

He slipped from under the covers of his bed, his feet touching the cold wood of his floor drawing a chill to his bones. Stiles thought about ignoring the pain in his lower stomach and just waiting to go to the bathroom in the morning, but the pain was too great, so he stood and headed to the bathroom.

After relieving him Stiles returned to his bed, but something felt amiss. He couldn't put his finger on it right away until he turned over on his side and realized Derek wasn't there anymore. He patted down the entire bed, but Derek was gone.

Where did he go? He can't be in the bathroom I just came from there…so…where…?

Stiles got out of bed again and walked out his room, he headed to the end of the hallway where the stairs started, but stopped.

Something…something isn't right…

Stiles turned to the pictures frames on the walls only to realize he was right. There was something wrong; the frames were blank.

"I'm dreaming…great…" Stiles mumbled. "Okay, wake up Stiles. Haha. Jokes over." The teenager said heading back to his room. He turned the nob, but it wouldn't open.

"Are you kidding me?" Stiles hissed. "I want to wake up now!"

He started to beat on the door, hitting it harder and harder until he was blown backwards by an unknown force onto the floor. It took him a moment to get his bearings back, and when he went to touch his head he felt something wet and warm. He pulled his hand from his head and stared at the blood dripping from his hands. Trembling Stiles started to wipe it off on his shirt, but the more he wiped the more seemed to show up creating a huge mess all over his body. His shirt was soaked through and soon Stiles realized that the blood wasn't coming from his head. His thickly coated shirt was covered in blood because the blood was coming from his stomach. He touched his neck, which was completely covered in crimson ooze. As soon as he let his hand drop to his side Stiles started to wheeze in panic. His lungs started to constrict and he couldn't take in air.

The teenager got on all fours and started to crawl toward the stairs, but no matter how much he crawled the stairs seemed to grow farther and farther away. It became overwhelming, the sense of dread growing inside of him rapidly.

"Derek!" Stiles screamed but his voice echoed into silence. He looked around, his eyes frantically searching until they came to rest on a figure in front of him. It was small, a black blob, but slowly it started to grow, to change, to sprout limbs, and eventually a face. Peter's face, covered in blood, with a crooked black smile with some teeth missing. He started to glide toward Stiles slowly, carefully pushing through the darkness.

Stiles screamed Derek's name again only to be silenced mid scream by Peter's outstretched hand. He shook his finger back and forth slowly before letting it fall to his side. The teenager stared at the gory figure, his lips trembling, his figure shaking, his heart pounding in his ears as Peter advanced with his silent toothless smile.

"G-Get away from me!" Stiles screamed but Peter slide forward. The out of the blue he jumped forward, straight for Stiles' face.

The teenager screamed, waking up and breathing heavily as he looked around his dawn lit room. Derek was starting at him having just woken up himself.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked.

"No…no...god no…" Stiles cried. Derek quickly reached over to grab Stiles, holding him snugly as the teenager began to sob. Derek started to calm Stiles down, but it took longer than usual.

"What happened?" Derek asked after Stiles was silent.

"Nothing…" Stiles said wiping his eyes. "I'm fine."

"Stiles…"

"I have to get ready for school."

"You're on break." Derek said and Stiles nodded.

"We have to go to Scott's house today." Stiles got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Once he was alone he looked in the mirror and stared into his brown eyes looking for something, but find nothing. After a minute he started the shower and got in.

Once back in his room Derek was fully dressed sitting on the edge of his bed flipping through a book.

"Do you actually read?" Stiles asked getting dress.

"Sometimes." Derek said setting the book down. "Don't like me touching your things?" He asked with a smug smirk.

"No, go ahead." Stiles said slipping on a shirt, jeans, and a hoodie.

Stiles headed downstairs to get something to drink before leaving for the day. His father was in the living room watching the news.

"Hey dad." Stiles said gulping down a glass of water.

"Hey son…"

"Something interesting happening?" Stiles asked watching the news too.

"No, no. I'm just checking the weather for this week. Are you going anywhere today?" The sheriff asked.

"Uuuh…I might go over to Scott's, I promised I'd help him with something."

"You guys aren't getting into trouble?" The sheriff asked staring at his son.

"What? No." Stiles waved him off. "I'm on my best behavior this week."

"You should be on your best behavior all year." His father shook his head.

"Did you get my text the other day?"

"Yeah, I'm pumped for it!" Stiles said smiling.

"Don't get too excited." His father said knowingly. "I'll see you tonight."

"Will you be coming home early?"

"Probably not. We've got a few things backed up. That new kid isn't doing his job right; we might have to fire him." The sheriff shook his head and said goodbye to his son before leaving out the house. Stiles went back into the kitchen to find Derek sitting at the table.

"Are you ready to go?" Stiles asked getting another glass of water.

"Let's go." Derek stood up and they left, getting into Stiles' jeep, and heading to Scott's house. Once there Stiles knocked on the door and Scott answered, but instead of letting them in, he stepped outside.

"My mom is home right now." Scott said stretching his neck.

"Is she upset?" Stiles asked.

"No…she doesn't know yet…about anything. Fuck, I can't believe this is happening."

"You can't believe what is happening?" Stiles asked. "That your window is broken or that you are a supernatural species?"

"A little of both."

"Have you stopped transforming every 30 minutes?" Derek asked.

"Yeah…I mean kind of. Now they happen randomly but farther apart…" Scott said looking away from Derek. Something about the man was making him highly uncomfortable. He was sure it was a combination of things, but he didn't want to think about it. He wanted his life to go back to normal. Normal. "So…is there a way to reverse this?" Scott asked hopefully.

"No, once you're bitten you can't reverse the change."

"It's like a life upgrade." Stiles piped in.

"I wouldn't call it an upgrade." Scott mumbled. "How do you deal with this? It's so painful."

"I was born with it, so I've built up a tolerance. Once you've done that things will be much easier."

"Okay, how long does that take?"

"Years."

"Fuck." Scott faceplamed and sat down on his stoop. "I can't deal with this right now. I have to think about school, and sports, and Allison…my mom…"

"It won't be that bad once you've built up tolerance. It'll be second nature to you."

"Can people die from this?"

"Sometimes." Derek said honestly.

"Fuck. Why isn't Stiles a werewolf too? This is crazy."

"Tolerance." Stiles said.

"Shut up, Stiles!" Scott snapped.

"Don't yell at Stiles. This is your own fault." Derek growled.

Scott looked up at Derek, but then quickly diverted his eyes. "How is this my problem? I don't even know how this happened! I just woke up and I was like this one day! I can't remember anything leading up to this and yet you tell me it's my fault!"

"You were out in the woods alone near my house. What were you doing, I can only guess looking for Stiles. You got in the way of Peter. Peter decided to bite you. I can't protect you. You aren't anything to me." Derek hissed, his eyes narrowing.

"Forget you." Scott mumbled.

"Can we all just calm down for a second. It's not that bad." Stiles said. "And Derek, Scott is my friend."

"I don't have to be nice to him." Derek said shortly.

Stiles glared at his mate, but then turned to Scott with a much softer expression. "You just have to learn how to control this and everything will be okay. I promise." Stiles said rubbing his friend's shoulder. "It'll will get better." Stiles sat down next to his best friend.

"I hope you're right, Stiles." Scott put his head in his hands. "I can't deal with this much longer."

"You just have to be strong, buddy. You can't let this get to you." Stiles started. "It was scary for me at first having Derek around me always because I thought he wanted to murder me or something, but over time things got better. We started talking to each other and everything worked out. I can't picture myself without him and his dark looming." Stiles grinned at Derek but Derek shot him an annoyed look back.

"This is different, Stiles."

"Yeah, I mean I'm not transforming myself, but things have changed for me too. My dad knows… and I'm not sure completely if he understands. He keeps asking me about Derek. I though he was okay with it the first time I told him, I was sure of it, but not anymore. People go through changes. And you'll go through them too but eventually it'll get better. You just have to think positively about everything."

"Wow Stiles…that was really nice." Scott said surprised a little by his friend's speech.

"Thanks…haha." Stiles said with a grin.

"Alright, enough of this. Do you want me to fix your window, Scott?" Derek asked shaking his head.

"Way to ruin the mood, Derek." Stiles said standing up.

"Yeah, but you have to be quiet because my mom is sleeping." Scott said getting up and opening the front door.

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Derek fixed the window in under an hour; right before Ms. McCall woke up to make herself something to eat. Derek decided to wait outside as the two teens and Ms. McCall talked for a moment.

"How are things going, Stiles?" She asked pulling bread out the pantry.

"Great, I just got my jeep fixed and I got a B on my last test." Stiles said proudly. The banter continued between the three for a good amount of time before Stiles was reminded that Derek was waiting for him through a text message. The two boys excused themselves outside where Derek was waiting patiently inside Stiles' jeep.

"Sorry about that!" Stiles said quickly.

Derek just looked at him before turning to look out the windshield again.

"Hey, Stiles can I speak to you over there for a moment before you go?" Scott asked. The two walked over to the side of Scott's house, but still in Derek's eye sight barely.

"Last night…Derek killed his uncle, right?"

"Y-yeah, I mean I'd use uncle loosely." Stiles said with weak laughter.

"I know you are making the right decision for yourself…"

"Are we talking about our relationship again? Scott-"

"Wait, Stiles, hear me out. He freaks me out; I'm not going to lie. What I saw last night was…"

"Scary beyond belief, ran your blood cold, gave you chills at night, scared you senseless…?"

"Yeah, I mean that wasn't scary to you?" Scott asked.

"Not…not fully…I mean…I had a nightmare last night…" Stiles shivered at the thought of having that dream again.

"And that doesn't…make you afraid of him, at all?" Scott looked at his friend with complete seriousness.

Stiles stared back at him for a while, trying to understand his feelings. He had pushed his emotions of fear to the far back corner of his mind, because that is what Derek did for him. His power made things seem so much smaller. Derek took a traumatic experience and turned it into nothing. It was weird trying to think back at these experiences. Every panic attack, every event, that made Stiles feel threatened or scared or cause him to break down was missing something inside of his memories. The emotions. It was that lack of emotions that made him feel like he wasn't living inside his own body anymore. As if someone else owned his thoughts and not him. He felt…policed inside his own body?

"No." Stiles finally said. Whether or not he felt truthful about saying 'no' he would think about it another time, but here and now it felt like the right choice. Later maybe he would think about this again, but for now he rather forget it like all the other emotions.

"Alright…okay, Stiles." Scott said patting his friend on the shoulder.

Stiles nodded and headed back to the jeep. He got in and gripped the stirring wheel.

"Relax." Derek said.

"I'm fine."

"You don't feel fine."

Stiles sighed heavily. "I don't even know where to begin with anything anymore."

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Stiles was lying in bed with Derek, the two of them were staring up at the ceiling in complete silence. Neither of them had spoken a word in the past 30 minutes, and Stiles was sure that he should be a little tensed right now, but he was also sure Derek had something to do with that.

"Are you always going to do that?" Stiles asked.

"Do what?" Derek replied casually.

"Do that…emotion thing?"

"I don't really have a choice. It just comes naturally."

"So…you'll forever control my emotions?"

"I don't control your emotions, you do. I just make you feel safe and calm."

"Controlling my emotions."

"It's different, Stiles."

"…do you feel bad about Peter?"

"No."

Stiles turned to Derek quickly. "You murdered someone!" Stiles almost shouted.

"I have to protect you. Peter was going to hurt you. There is a difference."

There was a long pause before Stiles spoke up again. "How many other people have you killed?"

Derek turned to him and stared Stiles directly in the eyes, calming the boy down from an oncoming panic attack he could sense. "Stiles, I wouldn't hurt anyone that didn't deserve it."

"What does that mean?"

"If they aren't trying to hurt you, I won't hurt anyone. You're my life. You're my everything."

Stiles blushed slightly. "Okay."

"Stiles."

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too…oh…and uhh…my dad wants to meet you."

Derek gaped slightly at Stiles before he reached over and pulled him closer to his side to nuzzle his neck. "I'd like that."

Stiles laughed, but his joyful laughter was soon turned to lustful moans when Derek started to grab and touch him; kissing down his neck, shoulders, chest, and belly.

"He wants to do this tomorrow…by the way…"

"When did he tell you this?" Derek asked unzipping Stiles' jeans.

"Uh…uh…" Stiles was trying to think as Derek put his hand inside, messing around with his growing erection.

"Hmm?" Derek pressed on looking up at Stiles.

"We were textiiing during his break a few days ago." Stiles whispered.

"Oh." Derek said teasing the tip of Stiles' erection. He continued on, not necessarily stroking him as much as just rubbing.

"Derek…" Stiles moaned.

Derek smiled at him, but didn't say anything as he lowered his head down and took Stiles' into his mouth. Stiles couldn't control himself. He wasn't expecting this to happen so randomly. He wasn't expecting Derek to do this. He wasn't expecting anything right now to be honest, yet he was insanely happy it was happening.

Oh God, Oh God, I know what heaven is like. It's like the inside of Derek's warm wet mouth. Oh my God his tongue is so talented. It needs a metal. Maybe two metals. Do the Olympics have an event for tongue tricks because Derek would win? He'd go all the way to the top! OH…OH!

Stiles couldn't hold himself for much longer and when his orgasm hit like magic from a majestic unicorn he knew Derek was talented in much more ways than one, and he wanted all of them.

"Ohmygodthatwasgreat!" Stiles said so quickly Derek could barely understand.

Derek just smirked and tucked Stiles back into his pants before lying next to him again and kissing his lips and neck.

"What is tonight? Make Stiles pass out night?"

"No." Derek said in between kisses.

"Okay." Stiles said not really caring as Derek removed his shirt and his own.

"You really have no idea?" Derek asked biting and sucking on Stiles.

"No." Stiles breathed as Derek slowly went lower. "I don't get it."

Derek grinned silently to himself as he started to unbutton Stiles' pants and pull them all the way off this time; and then his own. Before Stiles knew it the two of them were a naked tangled mess in his bed. It was erotic to say the least, but more than anything it was a connection that the two of them shared. When Derek touched Stiles' body, it was more than just a normal touch. His skin, on his was more than just normal attachment. Their lips pressed together were more than just kisses. It was a new experience every time, but even more so during the full moon.

Full moon.

Stiles sucked in a sharp breath as he broke away from Derek for a moment. "It's the full moon." Stiles said shocked.

"I'm glad you caught on." Derek said turning his mate around so Stiles was on all fours on his bed.

"I would have sooner if it wasn't for this morning…and last night…" Stiles' voice started to trail off. He looked out the window and noticed that the sun had almost completely set. It was the cusp of being nighttime and Stiles was starting to tense up a little, but Derek fixed that quickly. He pressed his lips to Stiles' back, kissing the younger boy up his spine until he reached the nape of his neck where he then kissed around to Stiles' mouth.

"You're everything to me." Derek breathed softly pressing a finger into Stiles to loosen him up. Stiles felt uncomfortable, it always felt like that in the beginning, but eventually he relaxed into Derek's touch. He even rocked back into him as he was opened more by the older man.

"Derek…" Stiles moaned.

It was all the elder man needed to invite himself into Stiles. He pressed his red erection into the teenager, causing Stiles to suck in a breath as he worked. Derek was slow at first, going only as slowly and calmly as he could at the moment, but eventually he started to increase his pace; pushing harder and faster into the teenager with every heavy thrust.

Stiles was gripping the sheets as hard as he could, his face was red, his arms were strained, but he felt amazing. He felt like a man and he loved every second of it.

Derek gripped Stiles' hips, steading the boy in place so his pace could quicken. Derek was ramming into Stiles now, ripping into the boy's body like he'd gone without him for months or years. The werewolf started to growl lowly; his nails turning into claws as they started to dig into Stiles' soft flesh causing him to bleed a little, but the teenager didn't notice. He was completely lost in lust as Derek rammed on.

Derek began to lean over Stiles now, getting a deeper and more complete thrust into his mate until he felt like he wasn't getting deep enough. Derek, in one swift motion grabbed Stiles and flipped him over in bed, his hard member still buried deep inside the teen he continued to fuck the younger senseless without missing a beat. His eyes were glowing now, his fangs bared, and claws still digging into the teen's soft body as they pressed onward into the night.

Derek's first orgasm came fast and swift. He pulled out for a second, just long enough to look Stiles in the eyes as he thrusted hard and fast into the teen again without warning. Stiles sucked in a sharp breath as his mate continued onward, the smell of sex and sweat filling the air as they went.

By sunrise Derek had cummed a total of eight times and Stiles three. It was intense, and beautiful, and when it was over Stiles fell asleep almost immediately.

Derek stayed up for a few minutes watching over Stiles as the sun rose and his full moon high faded away so he could sleep finally after a long 10 hours.

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Stiles woke up gasping for air, his chest tight, and his brain scrambled. There was a scream stuck in his throat that he didn't let out as his eyes fluttered open. Every part of his body was swore, yet he felt amazing nonetheless. Derek was still asleep, so he just laid there and watched him for a moment. Seeing Derek asleep made him look so much younger and peaceful. It was nice change from the intense stares he gave everyone. Also watching him made the teenager forget about the nightmare he'd just had.

It was worse this time.

Peter had grabbed; his rough hands around his neck choking him and causing the teenager to gasp for air. Thinking about it made his throat tighten.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked opening his eyes. He looked over his mate and he sensed something wasn't right.

"I'm fine." Stiles lied with a weak smile.

"No, you aren't. It looks like you're about to cry, Stiles." Derek sat up. "Was it something I did?"

"No, Derek you didn't do anything." Stiles said getting out of bed only to realize every painful point on his body.

"Sit, I'll clean you up." Derek got up and headed to the bathroom to get a wet wash cloth. When he returned Stiles was sitting on the bed still, his body tense. Derek carefully wiped Stiles clean and put band aids on the cuts he'd made during the night that went a little too deep. By the end of the moment Stiles' nightmare was far behind him, but Derek still wanted to ask.

"It's nothing, I promise." Stiles said again but Derek didn't believe that answer. If there was a drawback to his power it would be right now.

"You know you can tell me anything?"

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine, Derek." Stiles laughed it off and got up again making a grunting noise from his lower back pain. He headed toward the bathroom to pee when his father came out his room.

"Dad!" Stiles said shocked. He realized at that moment he was home, having sex with Derek, in his room, not too far from his father.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.

"Why you look so surprise?" His father asked.

"Why…don't you look confused? You have to question the people in your house in the morning…you might not have been my dad. You could have been an assassin or something crazy."

The sheriff shook his head. "Stiles, have you taken you meds today?"

"No."

"Go take them." His father laughed and headed downstairs.

He didn't hear us…I think…I hope so…Jesus.

Stiles went to the bathroom and when he returned to his room Derek was still lying in his bed naked. He gestured for the teenager to join him and he did, snuggling up close to his larger mate.

Derek held on to Stiles for a while, just holding him and touching his stomach softly. Stiles let him do this knowing that Derek was nursing his needs to start a family. Stiles felt guilty about it, he wasn't going to lie, but he didn't want to have a child right now. He wanted to finish school and go to college maybe.

"When am I going to meet your father?" Derek asked after a long while.

"Probably tonight since he has the night off." Stiles replied.

Derek nodded slowly before kissing Stiles' cheek. "I think he'll like me." Derek mumbled.

"Yeah, I'm sure he will." Stiles said with sarcasm.

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It was six thirty at night and Stiles was in the kitchen with his dad. Mr. Stilinski was baking the fish in the oven while Stiles was putting together an interesting salad. Derek had told him earlier in the day that he'd wanted some.

"Aren't you a little hot?" The sheriff asked his son who was wearing a long sleeve shirt in the hot kitchen.

"No, I'm fine." Stiles smiled. He was hiding all the bruises that were now just starting to darken from last night. He had a little bit of a limp that he was also hiding, at least he thought, very well from his father.

"Alright. I'm going to take the fish out the oven I think it's done. When is…Derek Hale getting here?"

"You can just call him Derek, ya know."

"Stiles…" His father said taking the fish out just as the door bell rang. Stiles said he would get it and headed to the door as quickly as possible without running. He opened the door and found Derek standing there smiling with a white button up shirt, jean, and his normal jacket. He was going to bring wine or something along those lines, but Stiles told him not to so instead he held in his hands a small double chocolate cake.

"Fancy." Stiles said with a smile.

"Thanks." Derek smirked coming inside the home. Stiles closed the door and took the cake and told Derek to sit in the living room for a moment while he went to put the cake up.

"Look, he brought cake!" Stiles said and his father eyed him. "What?"

"Nothing." The sheriff said simply.

Stiles put the cake on the counter and turned to his father. The two of them stared at each other for a long while, just staring each other down before Stiles decided to say something.

"Dad, he isn't going to bite. Please, just give him a chance! He's nice and likes sports and-"

His father held up his hand. "Save me the run down." He said before turning to walk into the living room. "Let's get this over with."

Mr. Stilinski entered the living room with a stern face as Derek stood up when he saw the Sheriff enter.

"Sheriff Stilinski." Derek extended his hand to shake with the man, but the sheriff didn't take it right away. He eyed Derek for a moment, sizing him up, before he took his hand and shook it firmly, but he was surprised by how firm of a shake he got in return from Derek.

"Derek Hale." The sheriff said nodded. "I would have never expected you to have set foot in my house."

"Fate changes things." Derek replied.

"Dinner is done." Stiles piped in from the kitchen. The two men walked into the kitchen, fixed their food, and sat down at the wooden table.

"What have you been up to Derek since you've been out of jail?" The sheriff asked and Stiles visibly winced. The teen dropped his fork on his plate he was so caught off guard by his father's question.

"I've working on rebuilding my house."

"Haven't found a job?"

"My trust fund and family fortune take care of most of that, although I do sometimes take jobs helping people."

Mr. Stilinski nodded his head slowly as he ate. He wasn't sure if he should be impressed by the fact the kid was so rich or unimpressed that he hadn't worked an honest day in his life.

"This is really awkward." Stiles mumbled.

"I don't think it is." Derek said.

"Stiles, why don't you get me some pepper?" The sheriff asked.

"There is pepper right in front of you." Stiles said pointing it out.

"From the carton on the spice rack." His father specified and Stiles groaned he got up to get it.

"I don't know what kind of game you are playing Derek, but if you hurt my son in any way I will make it my life's mission to see you dead." The sheriff hissed at the man, his voice dripping with acid as he spoke in a quick and low tone.

"I couldn't dream of hurting Stiles, and I wouldn't. You have nothing to worry about." Derek replied in the same low quick voice, but without as much acid in his voice.

When Stiles sat down again at the table he could sense the tension.

"C-come on guys! I mean it's just one dinner!" Stiles frowned.

"Stiles, no one is angry." His father said.

"Whatever…" Stiles picked at his food, having lost his appetite.

The rest of the dinner was silent, only the sound of forks scraping plates was hear until dinner was done, dessert was served, and everyone was now standing around by the front door. Stiles was sadly happy to have the dinner over and done with. He was expecting it to have gone so much better but instead it had been a flop.

"It was…okay meeting you again, Derek." Mr. Stilinski said shaking the man's hand again.

"It was nice meeting you again too, Sheriff Stilinski." Derek said. He waved good bye to his mate, knowing he'd see him again in another five minutes, and left out the front door.

Once the door was shut Stiles let out a long and loud moan. "That went horribly!"

"I wouldn't say that." His father said. "I could have shot him."

"Dad!"

"Stiles…I'm trying. I let him come over. I let him sit and eat in my house. I allowed him to even be around my only son!"

"Yeah…yeah, I'm sorry. I just expected it to be much better…for you guys to, I don't know, click or something."

"Yeah, that probably isn't going to happen right now, or any time in the future Stiles, but I am getting use to the idea."

"Okay…that's all I ask."

The father and son hugged before Stiles went upstairs to his room and shut the door. Derek was laying on his bed looking at him. "It went better than I thought it would." Derek said.

"Did everyone expect this to fail but me?" Stiles asked.

"No. I didn't expect it to fail, but I expected him to be equally nice as leery of me." Derek said patting the bed next to him. Stiles sat down and rested his head on Derek's chest.

"I guess you're right."

"He'll get use to me. He'll get use to us."

"I hope you're right."

Derek kissed the top of Stiles' head. "I'm always right."

Stiles laughed and Derek smiled down at him as he did so. For now this was all Stiles could ask for. A nice "peaceful"dinner for now, maybe invites over to watch sports together later.

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The End

OMG, I am so sorry this took so long to come out! I've been busy with back to back stuff and finally I've been able to finish it! I hope you enjoyed the ending as much as I had fun writing it. It's kind of bitter sweet, but we all know the Sheriff will eventually accept Derek right? He can't hate him forever, right? I hope not. ;;

Anyway, thank you everyone for reading Unwillingly Willing! It was a great first fanfiction! Thank you for everyone's comments and advice! I love you all!

(Also check out the sequel, The Strongest Feelings!)

Byes!