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AU, song-inspired story in which the Hales are still Werewolves, but the Argents never came to town. Stiles' mom is still alive. Derek is 17-18 in this story and Stiles is 16 - 17. Hope you'll like it!

This is SLASH and has MPREG in the EPILOGUE, so back away if you don't like to read such things.

I don't own anything connected to the Teen Wolf Fandom. I claim no rights to the song this story was inspired with. It's 'Li'l Red Riding Hood' performed by the marvelous Amanda Seyfried.

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"Chin up, kiddo!" Claudia Stilinski called out when she entered the bedroom of her 16 year old son. "It's your first day of school. Can't be looking all grim."

He groaned and she laughed as she took a seat on his bed. She was a beautiful middle aged woman with short dark brown hair, a slim figure, beautiful, wide cinnamon colored eyes, and full, lush lips.

Her son, Genim Stilinski, was a handsome young man, more similar to his mother than his father with his equally wide, cinnamon eyes, and lips that just called for someone to kiss them.

Unfortunately no one had an opportunity to do so as of yet.

Not that Genim didn't want that, oh no!

Genim wanted to have a good time.

Many, many times.

Several times in a row.

In several different positions.

But their life style didn't allow that.

This was the 14th time they've moved to a different town in Genim's short life, and he hated it.

With a passion.

He turned to his side and looked up at his beloved mother. He loved his parents, he really, honestly did, but he was tired of constantly being the new kid in town.

He was tired of trying to make some friends only to lose them in a few short months.

The most they've stayed somewhere was when they've spent a year in a little town in Germany, and that didn't go well for Genim, because he was the strange kid everyone avoided.

The strange gay kid everyone avoided.

"Come on, Gen." Claudia smiled lovingly at him, and caressed his cheek with the back of her left hand. "Smile for me?" she asked and Genim gifted her with a small smile, although it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I'm fine, mom. I'm just – I'm just tired," he muttered and hugged the big, plush black Wolf he has had ever since he could remember. "I wish we could finally settle somewhere and be at peace."

Claudia sighed. "One day we will, hon'," she comforted and kissed his forehead. "Come on. I've fixed some breakfast for you, and then I'll take you to school."

He sighed and slowly got out of bed. He pulled on a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt that hung on his slight yet muscled frame. He took his backpack and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where his dad was sitting already, reading the papers.

"Morning, dad."

His dad smiled at Stiles over the top of his papers. "Ready for school, son?"

Genim sighed and took a seat. "Just like every time, dad." He dug into the breakfast his mother placed in front of him.

John Stilinski was a policeman. He didn't look overly intimidating, but he had an air around him that made you believe lying to him would only lead you in trouble. He had a few grays in his dirty blond hair, and he often joked that each was made and signed by Genim.

"I know you're tired of this, Gen, but-"

"I know, dad," Genim said and looked at his father with a small, sad smile. "One day. I know." John smiled at his son, and Genim finished his breakfast. "You don't need to drive me to school, mom. I'll take my bike."

"Are you sure, love? You know I don't mind…"

"It's okay, mom," Genim said and kissed her cheek, kissing his father's cheek as well before he ran out of the kitchen. "See you later!" he shouted and his parents heard the front door slam closed.

Claudia sighed and took Genim's plate to wash it. "This is growing more and more difficult for him," she muttered and John hummed in acknowledgment.

"I know, but you know we have to do this. We can't fight them. We do this to protect him."

Claudia placed her hands on the kitchen counter, braced herself on them and bowed her head. "I know," she whispered and looked out the window in front of her. "I just wish…"

"He understands, Dia," John interrupted her and Claudia turned to look at him. He was watching her with a smile and sadness in his eyes, the papers folded and resting on the table beside his cup of coffee.

"I know, John. He's a great son, and I know we're doing this for him, but I also know how much he suffers. He has no friends, he never acted out like all the other teenagers, and he never had any real fun in his life!"

"We're doing the best we can here, Dia."

Claudia crossed her arms over her chest and looked to the side as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth, making her loving husband chuckle. It amazed him sometimes how much his wife and son were alike.

"I know, John. I know."

He stood up and walked over to hug his wife to his chest. "One day we won't have to run anymore," he whispered and kissed her lovingly. "I swear. One day everything will be alright."

"I hope so, love. I sure hope so."

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"Wow. He's a hot one!" Erica Reyes, the number one seductress of Beacon Hills Highs School exclaimed when she saw a new kid arrive.

"He looks a little waif like." Her best friend, Isaac Lahey, commented with a small smirk and Erica snorted.

"What do you think, Derek?"

Both looked at the leader of their small group.

Derek Hale.

Captain of the school swimming team, and the hottest guy in Beacon Hills according to everyone.

He looked up from the book he was reading and raised an eyebrow at Erica. "About what?" he muttered and Erica rolled her eyes.

"Sweet and innocent over there." She nodded her head towards the new kid, and Derek took a look.

Erica and Isaac snickered when they saw something flash in Derek's eyes.

"He's new in town," he commented and closed his book.

"He doesn't look older than 16," Vernon Boyd, most often just called 'Boyd', grumbled and looked at Derek when he stood up.

"Like that matters!" Erica rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. "He's cute! He's like Little Red Riding Hood with that blood-red hoody he wears." She grinned at Derek leeringly. "Just right for a Big Bad Wolf."

Derek glared at her and his hazel eyes glimmered yellow for a second. "Zip it, Erica," he growled and all but threw the book he was reading into his bag. "Let's go. Classes are about to start." He made his way towards the school gates, not even waiting for them to follow him, and Erica winked at Isaac and Boyd.

"I bet you a 20 they'll be going to the Homecoming party together," she dared.

"Na-ah," Isaac countered. "Derek doesn't work that fast. I bet you a 20 they won't get together until Christmas."

Erica grinned and shook Isaac's hand before turning to Boyd and fluttering long, curved eyelashes at him. "What say you, love? You wanna make a bet?"

Boyd smirked. "I bet Derek will kill the both of you when he hears you're making bets on his love life," he said and they made their way towards the school.

They were about to take a turn towards their classroom when someone ran into Isaac. "Easy!" He grinned when he found out he was holding none other but the new kid.

"I'm so sorry!" the newbie cried out as he looked around almost frantically.

"It's okay, kid," Isaac said and grinned again when the kid winced. "You lost?"

He sighed and rubbed his wild brown hair with his right hand. "Yeah. The secretary sucks at giving directions."

The three laughed at his obvious annoyance.

"What's your first class?" Erica asked and offered her hand to the kid. "Erica Reyes, by the way."

He smiled at her with a small blush decorating cream-colored skin, and the three couldn't help but notice the constellation of dark, small moles scattered over his left cheek. "Genim Stilinski, but you can call me Stiles."

Erica grinned and nodded. "These are Isaac Lahey, and my boyfriend Vernon Boyd. Just call him Boyd."

Stiles smiled at them and looked around. The three noticed he was constantly jumping minutely on the soles of his feet. They also noticed he had quite elegant, long fingers and that his eyes were a strange, absolutely unique brown color.

"So, what's your first class?" Isaac asked.

"Erm. Chemistry," Stiles said and gave them what was possibly the cutest puppy dog look they have ever seen.

"That's right beside our classroom!" Erica exclaimed happily, and immediately pushed her left hand under Stiles' right elbow, pulling him along despite the way he stumbled in an attempt to keep up with her.

"So, Stiles. How come you moved into Beacon Hills of all places?" Isaac asked.

"My dad was transferred to your Police office," Stiles said.

"Cool! I hope you'll like it here, Stiles," Erica said, and Stiles blushed when he saw the grin stretching her lips. "Say, why don't you join us for lunch? I have no doubt you'll spot us right away. You'll get to meet Derek as well!"

"Derek?" Stiles frowned.

"Yeah! He's practically the symbol of Beacon Hills High School."

Stiles tried to say something. He figured out already that these were possibly the most popular people in the school, and he tried to find a good enough reason the refuse Erica's offer. He wasn't much for attention.

Attention was bad.

Very bad.

"Come on, Stiles," Erica whined and looked at him with pleading eyes.

Stiles sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine," he muttered and Erica clapped her hands.

"Great! This is your classroom! See you at lunch!" She grabbed Isaac's and Boyd's hands and pulled them along, leaving Stiles in front of the classroom.

The poor teen sighed and looked at the door.

"Well," he muttered and steeled his stance. "Off to face the Dragon."

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'So far so good,' Stiles thought as he made his way towards the cafeteria. He was in the company of a class-mate of his, Scott McCall.

The kid was cute and somewhat shy, but Stiles managed to make him speak out a bit. He found out Scott played Lacrosse and that he was co-captain of the team. He also found out that Scott lived with his mom and that he was good friends with Isaac. The both of them worked part-time jobs at the local Animal Clinic.

They entered the cafeteria and before he even knew what he was doing Stiles looked around looking for the head of curly blond hair that belonged to Erica.

"There they are!" Scott said and waved back at Isaac when the older teen waved at him.

"Who's tall-dark-and-broody?" Stiles asked, although he could already guess.

"Derek Hale," Scott said. "He does seem to fit your description at first sight, but he's actually a pretty good guy."

Stiles had a feeling there was more behind what Scott told him but he wasn't about to pry. He would find out everything in time. 'If I stay long enough,' he thought bitterly just as they reached the table where the older teens waited for them.

"Hello again, Stiles!" Erica said with a big, somewhat wolfy grin, and Stiles smiled almost shyly.

Usually he was quite out-going and out-spoken, but there was something about this group that made him feel a bit uneasy.

"I see you've met Scott already," Erica winked at Scott when he took a seat beside Isaac.

Stiles almost grinned when he saw the way Isaac looked at Scott, but his attention was drawn away when Erica called his name.

"Stiles, this is Derek."

Cinnamon met hazel and Stiles felt his breath hitch in his throat.

Derek stood up and offered his hand to Stiles who took it. The younger teen barely suppressed a shiver when he felt something surge up his hand. Derek's hand was a bit bigger than Stiles', and it was much warmer than Stiles' was.

"Pleasure," Derek said and Stiles grinned at him, trying to act like his normal self.

"The pleasure is mine. I already heard a lot about you."

Derek raised an eyebrow at him as they took their seats. "Really now?" Derek spoke. Neither noticed the way Erica grinned, or the glances Scott and Isaac exchanged. "I'm sure most of it was exaggerated."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "So you aren't captain of the Swimming team, you aren't the top student of your generation and you aren'tthe one Beacon Hills High can thank for winning the Swimming Competition Cup 5 years in a row."

Derek cleared his throat and Stiles grinned while the others laughed. "And what about you?" Derek asked and Stiles raised an eyebrow at him.

He dug through his backpack and pulled out a lunchbox. "What about me?" he asked and took an apple. He bit into it and looked at Derek over the apple as he chewed.

Derek rolled his eyes and smirked. "What brings you to Beacon Hills of all places?"

"My dad was transferred to your police station," Stiles said after he swallowed another bite of his apple.

Even though it wasn't all that hard, since Stiles had very beautiful eyes, Derek still had to concentrate to keep looking at them and not at Stiles' full lips.

"And?" Erica pushed and Stiles looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"And what?" he asked.

"Tell us more about yourself," Scott urged and unconsciously leaned on Isaac.

Stiles snickered inwardly, but on the outside he just shrugged. "I'm not all that interesting really," he said. "This is the 14th time I've moved with my parents. Sometimes we have to move because of my Mother's job and other times because of Dad's job, so I didn't have much time to develop any special interests, although I am pretty good at doing nothing at all," he finished with a grin.

"Maybe you should try out for Lacrosse?" Scott asked. "Isaac, Boyd and I are on the team."

"No, no, no, no, no." Stiles shook his head profoundly. "And no."

"Why not?" Derek asked.

Erica grinned again. She knew Derek well. She knew he was interested otherwise he would have pulled out his book again and wouldn't listen to Stiles as though the words of God were coming out of his mouth.

"You seem like you're quick on your feet."

"Oh, I am quick on my feet. No one can outrun me, but give me a stick and a ball and someone gets hurt. More often than not that someone is me," Stiles concluded dryly and everyone laughed.

"Why?" Scott asked and Stiles shrugged. He took a sandwich from his lunchbox, a small bottle of water, and another small white bottle. He shook it in front of them with a blush decorating his cheeks.

"ADHD," he muttered, and understanding shone in everyone's eyes. "Not smart giving me anything that can cause potential harm to anyone," he added with a grin, although it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Why don't you try swimming then?" Derek asked and Stiles looked at him with a thoughtful tilt of his head. 'Heavens his eyes.' Derek tried to cover up an almost audible gulp, but the smirks on his friends' faces told him that he failed. Every times Stiles would look at Derek it felt as though something powerful hit him in his chest and Derek would almost lose his breath every time.

"I don't know," Stiles answered honestly, looking directly in Derek's eyes. He found the color of the older teen's eyes quite interesting. He never saw eyes that were such a perfect combination of green, brown and blue. There was something about Derek, something that made Stiles feel slightly on edge, but one glance into Derek eyes and Stiles felt himself relax.

There was so much warmth behind that outside aloofness that it left Stiles quite breathless.

"You should. You look like you could be good at it," Derek said with a small smile, and Stiles grinned.

"Well, then I just might." He jumped in his seat when the doorbell rang, and quickly packed up. "See you later! You going, Scott?"

The other 16 year old nodded, smiled at Isaac and ran after Stiles.

"So, Derek?" Erica asked and leaned on the table. They had a free period so they didn't have to rush anywhere. "What do you think?"

Derek hummed. "He seems like a good kid," he said and looked at them with a small frown. "And a really good liar."

"How do you mean that?" Boyd asked.

"Yeah. I heard nothing," Isaac added and Derek snorted.

He leaned back in his chair and crossed massive arms over his chest as he tried to formulate his doubts into something coherent. He couldn't erase the image of Stiles out of his mind.

His beautiful eyes.

His perfect lips.

'I wonder if anyone tasted them before.'

"Derek?" Erica called out, shaking Derek out of his thoughts.

"The only time he lied was when he told us why he moved here," Derek answered and the three exchanged confused glances.

"Why would he lie about that?" Boyd asked and Derek hummed. The three raised eyebrows when they saw Derek's lips tilt upwards and the way his eyes darkened.

"I don't know," Derek muttered. 'But I will find out. You're an interesting man, Genim, and I'll enjoy getting to know you.'

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"I'm home!" Stiles called out. His mother looked up from whatever she was doing when he ran over and kissed her.

"You're awfully happy!" she said and Stiles grinned at her.

"I've made a few friends at school today!" he shouted to her from the kitchen and a happy smile tilted Claudia's lips.

"Already?! I'm so happy for you, Gen!" She grabbed him into a hug when he tried to run past her, looked in his eyes and smirked. "You're hiding something from me," she drawled and Stiles blushed furiously.

"Mom!" he cried out.

"Come on, Mister! Out with it!"

Stiles blushed harder and looked everywhere but at his mother. "Mom, please…"

"You like someone!" she grinned and Stiles choked up.

"MOM!"

"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" Stiles rolled his eyes and groaned. Sometimes he wondered if his mother had ADHD as well.

"Fine!" he snapped and Claudia squealed in joy. She pulled him onto the couch and looked at him with wide eyes full of excitement. "His name is Derek," Stiles said. The moment he mentioned Derek a grin stretched his lips and he started hopping in place.

"And?" Claudia asked breathlessly.

"And he's HOT!" Stiles grinned. "Like I-can't-believe-it kind of hot! He's captain of the swimming team and top student, and he's only two years older than I am."

Claudia squealed again and hugged Stiles tightly to her chest. "I am SO happy for you!"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Mom, I just said I liked him. I don't even know if he's gay or not! And besides, there's no sense starting anything with anyone if we're going to move again."

Claudia's happiness vanished in a second. "Genim…"

"Don't," he interrupted her, and it was quite obvious his spirits have fallen. "I know. I'm going to my room." Stiles took his backpack and left.

Claudia sighed and hid her face in her hands, with her elbows resting on her knees. "Damn it," she muttered and raised her head with her fingers entwined under her chin. 'Please, God. Please. Make it end. I can't watch him suffer like this anymore. Please. Help us.'

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"How was school today, son?" John asked Stiles while the small family had dinner, and Stiles shrugged.

"Pretty good. Met a few people, the classes weren't all that boring."

John raised an eyebrow at him. "That all?" he asked and looked at Claudia who forced a smile on her face.

"He made a few friends and actually found someone he likes, right Gen?"

Stiles looked up from the dinner he was playing with more than actually eating it.

"Really now." John raised an eyebrow and Claudia's smile faded. "Gen, you know…"

"I know, dad," Stiles stated dully and John frowned.

"Son, I'm saying this for your own good..."

"Would you stop?!" Stiles snapped and looked at his shocked parents. "Everything you've ever done was for my own damn good, I know that! For Christ's sake, dad, I'm 16 years old! Most teenagers my age at least had their first kiss by now! I don't even have someone I can call a friend!"

"Genim Stilinski, don't you raise your voice at me!"

"What do you want me to do?!" Stiles jumped to his feet. "If you want what's good for me then for once in my life let me live!" He threw his napkin on his plate, and ran out of the dining room.

"Genim!" Claudia called out in worry, but John grabbed her hand and stopped her.

"Let him go."

Claudia looked at him incredulously. "But he ran out…"

"To calm down," John said and snorted with a smirk. "Just this morning you were telling me that he never acted out. He acted out now. Leave him be. Let him cool off a bit. If he's not back by midnight, I'll go look for him."

Claudia sighed and took a seat. "You shouldn't have implied…"

"I know," John interrupted and Claudia smiled at him. "I keep forgetting that he's not a kid anymore."

Claudia sighed and entwined their fingers on the table. "I'm afraid that we're both mistaken there, love." John frowned at her. "He never was a kid."

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"Going for a run?"

Derek looked up from tying his shoes and found his father standing a few feet to Derek's right. Dmitry Hale was an imposing man with wide, strong shoulders, somewhat strict ice blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and a head of black hair, with a few grays scattered here and there.

"Yeah," Derek confirmed and Dmitry smiled at him.

"Run along the borders then. And try to come back before midnight this time," he said and Derek laughed lightly. He let his father pull him into a one armed hug and clapped Dmitry's back.

"I'll try," Derek said, pulled on his leather jacket, and waved at his father before he left.

"Did you smell it, my dear?"

Dmitry turned around and looked at his beautiful wife.

Talia Hale was tall and slim, and had beautiful, straight, raven black hair, and eyes that could see right into your soul; eyes that she passed on to their youngest son.

"If you are talking about the distinguishing scent of attraction that lingers around Derek ever since he came home from school then yes. I did smell it."

Talia smiled at him and allowed her husband to pull her into a kiss. "I started to worry about him. Derek hasn't shown any real interest in anyone since he broke up with that girl," she said and Dmitry smiled at his loving wife.

"Do not worry so much, my dear. Derek is still young. He has time to find love."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Not if you intend to fulfill your promise and retire once he is of age."

Dmitry winced at that. "That would be in 6 months," he muttered and Talia raised an eyebrow at him.

"Correct, my husband," she said and Dmitry sighed.

"Well, let's hope this is for real," he muttered. "I wouldn't want to disappoint you."

Talia smirked and kissed him. She bit into his bottom lip and her eyes turned red for a second. "You could never disappoint me, my husband. My Alpha."

He chuckled and nuzzled his nose with hers. "Come, my dear. I want to put that to the test."

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Stiles slowed down into an easy jog once he entered the forest. His mind was running miles per second and he felt like he could just sit somewhere and cry.

He felt bad for snapping at his dad.

The only thing they ever did was give their best to protect him and what does he do?

He acts out because his dad was about to tell him to be careful and not attract too much attention to himself.

"Stupid," he muttered and stopped running. He practically threw himself on the ground, crossed his legs, and looked at the sky.

The Sickle Moon shone brightly and its rays caressed Stiles' face lovingly. His bottom lip quivered and he breathed out sharply.

"I'm such an idiot!"

He had no right to snap at his dad like that.

After all it was his fault.

His fault that ever since he was born his parents had to move from state to state, even from continent to continent to protect him. Hewas the reason his parents couldn't have calm lives.

He was the reason they couldn't settle down; the reason his mother had to forget about her wish to have another child.

The reason they were always, always on the run.

A few tears escaped his eyes and he pulled his knees up.

He sobbed quietly as his heart constricted in his chest.

His breath hitched in his throat when he heard a twig snap somewhere nearby. He raised his head, climber to his feet and looked around.

"Who is there?" he called out and turned on his heel when another twig snapped. It sounded closer than the last one.

His heartbeat quickened and his breath started coming out in short gasps. He turned around and his eyes widened. His mind went blank when he saw a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness; a pair of yellow, menacing eyes.

Suddenly he heard growling and his breath hitched in his throat.

"Fuck!"

He broke into a run. He could hear growling, and twigs and branches breaking behind him. He ran as fast as he could. His heart beat so fast he feared it would give up on him, his mind was blank, and he was coming short of air.

'No, no, no, not now! Not now!' he screamed at himself as he felt panic taking hold of his mind.

He tripped, fell, and rolled down a hill side, hitting a tree with a yelp. He quickly scurried backwards, looking around in panic. His sight was darkening, and his heartbeat was deafening. He started gasping for breath when he saw those yellow eyes in the darkness.

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and covered his ears with his hands.

He couldn't hear anything but his heartbeat.

He couldn't get enough air into his lungs.

Everything hurt.

His muscles were cramping up.

'This is it!' flashed through his mind. 'It's over!' He started choking, his lungs trying to get at least some air into themselves.

"Stiles?! Stiles! Snap out of it!"

His eyes snapped open and he found himself looking into a pair of familiar, frantic, hazel eyes.

"Damn it!"

Those eyes vanished and Stiles wanted to scream. He wanted to scream for them to come back, but he couldn't.

All of a sudden he was warm; too warm. He felt a heartbeat against his back, strong arms around his chest, a warm breath beside his ear, and someone was telling him to breathe.

"Come on. That's it. Breathe. Breathe with me, Stiles."

He knew that voice. He had talked with the man once, but he would know that voice anywhere.

"D-Derek?"

"Relax. Breathe. Don't faint on me, Stiles," Derek whispered against Stiles' right ear.

Stiles could feel the slow rising and falling of Derek's strong, defined, muscled chest against his back. Derek's heartbeat was steady, and his strong arms were a firm anchor for Stiles.

Ever so slowly he calmed down.

"That's it," Derek spoke and the hold he had on Stiles eased up. He rubbed Stiles' shoulders with his hands comfortingly, and Stiles finally managed to breathe in a good, deep breath. "You little idiot," Derek muttered, but there was no malice in his voice. "Don't you know what happened to Little Red Riding Hood when she went into the forest alone?"

Stiles laughed breathlessly and Derek chuckled behind him. "Good thing the Hunter found me before the Big Bad Wolf, right?" Stiles murmured and looked over his shoulder at Derek.

The man smirked at him and shook his head. "Are you feeling alright?" Stiles nodded. "Can you walk?" Stiles nodded again, and Derek helped him up. Stiles yelped when his knees buckled, and blushed when Derek wrapped his arms around him. "Easy," he said and Stiles looked up at him.

From this close, Derek could see traces of tears on Stiles' face, unable to ignore a few freckles scattered over that button nose and blushing cheeks.

Stiles smiled at him and Derek smiled right back. "Hey there," Stiles murmured, and Derek laughed quietly.

"Hey."

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Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood,
you sure are looking good.
You're everything a Big Bad Wolf could want.

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"Come on. I'll walk you out of the forest," Derek said, took Stiles' left hand in his right, and started to lead the way.

Stiles blushed to the roots of his short hair, but said nothing. He didn't even realize how deep in the forest he was. It took them almost an hour to come out.

An hour of silence.

"Here we are," Derek said once they came out of the forest.

Stiles' breath hitched in his throat and he looked around in slight fear.

Derek looked at him with an expression of amused fondness. He could feel Stiles was trembling and he could smell the remnants of fear rolling off of the younger teen in waves. "Stiles?"

"Hm? Oh!" Stiles quickly let go of Derek's hand he was holding onto as though it was a lifeline. Derek chuckled and shook his head.

"I'll walk you home," Derek offered.

"You don't need to…"

"Stiles,." Derek interrupted him and glared at him teasingly. Stiles grinned sheepishly, and Derek rolled his eyes. "Come on." He took Stiles' hand again and started to walk. "What were you doing so deep in the forest anyway?"

"I – I had a fight with my dad," Stiles cleared his throat and licked his lips. "I got angry and ran out of the house." Derek snorted and shook his head. "And what about you?"

Derek spared Stiles a glance over a shoulder. "I went for a run along the borders of my family's property," he answered, and Stiles' eyebrows jumped to the line of his hair.

"I ran that far?" he muttered and Derek snorted while Stiles looked over his left shoulder towards the forest. "I wonder what that was," he muttered.

"Probably just a wolf." Derek said and Stiles gulped and looked at Derek.

"A wolf?" he piped out just as they stopped and Stiles realized Derek had led him to his house. "How did you…"

"I drive down this road from school every day. Today I saw you enter this house," Derek said and Stiles blushed. He looked up at Derek from under thin eyebrows and smiled.

"That you for saving me, Mr. Hunter."

Derek chuckled and something flashed over his eyes, making a shiver run down Stiles' spine. "Not a problem, Little Red," Derek said.

"Would you mind waiting for a second? I'll ask my mom to take you back home so you don't have to walk."

"There's no need," Derek assured him. "I should finish my run either way."

Stiles tilted his head to the left with an unreadable expression, and Derek swallowed with slight difficulties.

His eyes constantly traveled from Stiles' eyes to those succulent lips; lips that simply begged to be kissed.

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Little Red Riding Hood,
I'd like to hold you if I could,
but you might think I'm a Big Bad Wolf,
so I won't.

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"I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow, then," Stiles spoke warmly and Derek smiled.

"Sure." Derek moved forward and Stiles thought he would just walk beside him, only to his shock Derek didn't. He lingered before he left and to Stiles' surprise, he felt a brush of lips against his cheek and heard an intake of breath beside his ear, as though Derek actually sniffed him.

Stiles stood rooted to his spot.

A few moments later he turned on his heel to call out to Derek only to find him gone already. He weakly raised his right hand and touched his right cheek with the tips of his fingers. "Did I imagine it?" he muttered.

"Did you imagine what?"

"FUCK!" Stiles jumped around and found his dad standing there with a smirk on his face. "DAD, don't DO THAT!" Stiles snapped and John laughed.

"So. Who was he? He looks old," John said as he draped his right arm over Stiles' shoulders and started to lead him towards the house. Claudia stood in the doorway with arms crossed over her chest and a relieved smile tilting her lips.

"He's not old, dad. He's only 17."

John grunted and allowed Claudia to hug Stiles when they climbed the porch.

Stiles could feel the shivers that still shook her body and he immediately felt worse than he felt before. "I'm sorry, mom. I don't know what came over me," he apologized and looked at John. "Sorry, dad," he muttered and John clapped his son's back.

"You're back; safe and sound. I'll pass over it. This time."

Stiles chuckled. "I won't repeat anything like that. I promise."

John nodded and they entered the house. Not one of them noticed hazel eyes glimmering in the darkness.

Derek's lips tilted into a small smile and he raised the hand with which he held Stiles' smaller one to his nose. He took a deep breath through his nose and closed his eyes.

'Delicious. Absolutely delicious,' he thought and turned to make his way home with a small smile on his lips. 'See you tomorrow, Little Red.'

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Stiles smiled when he saw Derek, Erica, Isaac and Scott waiting for him in front of the entrance to the school.

"Morning, handsome!" Erica called out with a grin and Stile chuckled.

"Morning everyone," he greeted and shivered when his eyes met Derek's. "Morning, Mr. Hunter."

Derek snorted while the others raised eyebrows in confusion. "Morning, Little Red," he answered and Stiles grinned.

"Okay, what's with that?" Erica asked and raised an eyebrow when Derek and Stiles shrugged almost as one.

"Nothing," they said at the same time, only to look at each other in shock. Stiles laughed a second later while Derek just shook his head.

"Come on. We'll be late for class," Derek said and started to lead the way in. Scott raised an eyebrow at Stiles and the teen simply shrugged at his new friend.

"See you at lunch!" Isaac called out when they parted.

The moment the three older teens rounded the corner Scott was all over Stiles.

"Okay; what was that?"

Stiles raised an eyebrow at him. "What was what, Scotty-m'-boy?" he asked with a grin and Scott rolled his eyes.

"Mr. Hunter? Little Red?" he stressed out and it was Stiles' turn to roll his eyes.

"We ran into each other in the woods and he startled me. He said something about Little Red Riding Hood, and I said I was lucky I ran into the Hunter and not the Big Bad Wolf." Stiles raised an eyebrow when Scott tripped on air. "Do you trip while you play Lacrosse? 'Cause if you do I suggest they find another co-captain."

"Ha. Ha. You're funny, Stiles," Scott drawled as they entered the classroom and took seats.

Stiles snickered and shook his head. "What about you and Isaac?" he asked and Scott had a coughing fit. Stiles patted his back with a grin. His grin grew even bigger when Scott shot him an incredulous look.

"How did you…"

"It's obvious if you know what to look for," Stiles winked at Scott.

The younger teen smiled weakly when he realized Stiles wouldn't go into a homophobic rant. "You're okay with it?" Scott asked and Stiles shrugged.

"Would be a bit hypocritical of me if I wasn't."

Scott's eyes widened in understanding. "You like Derek," he whispered and Stiles blushed.

"Is there someone who doesn't like him?" Stiles murmured and Scott rolled his eyes. In that moment class began.

One classroom further Erica and Isaac snickered and looked at Derek, while the rest of the class stared at him in wonder, because the smirk on Derek's face either promised nothing good or worlds of good for the one that smirk was meant for.

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"Stiles!"

Said teen turned on his heel when he heard Derek call for him. He smiled at the man and felt something dance in his chest when Derek smiled back at him when he finally stopped in front of him.

"Yes, Mr. Hunter?" Stiles asked and Derek rolled his eyes.

"I saw that you walked to school today. Come. I'll drive you home," he offered and Stiles grinned at him.

"I won't wander into the woods again, I promise," he said but followed after Derek never the less, and Derek snorted.

"You're free to wander into the woods," he said. "Just not so far and not alone."

Stiles snickered, only to gape when Derek stopped in front of a silver, sleek 2010 Chevy Camaro. "This is your car?" Stiles' mouth watered at those perfect sleek lines and the hint of leather seats behind tinted glass.

Derek chuckled and opened the door for Stiles. "Yes. This is my car."

Stiles grinned as he entered and Derek closed the door behind him. He chuckled when he entered his car and found Stiles looking around with hands firmly clasped in his lap and awe written all over his face.

"You never drove in a Chevy Camaro before?" Derek asked as he gunned the engine. He smirked when Stiles shivered with excitement written all over his beautiful face. His cinnamon eyes were glimmering and Derek felt something warm his heart.

"No. Never," Stiles said. He wasn't willing to admit that the only car he ever traveled with was his mom and dad's car or the police car.

Derek smirked at him and Stiles gaped. "Tie your seatbelt," Derek suggested and Stiles hurried to do as he was told. "Hold on tight." And Derek sped off of the parking lot, laughing when Stiles cheered with all the innocence of a child. "What do you think about taking the longer way around?" Derek asked and Stiles smiled at him widely.

It wasn't a grin. It was an actual smile, and again Derek felt that warmth hug his heart, only this time it was stronger.

"You can take me to the Moon and back for all I care!" Stiles spoke excitedly and Derek smiled.

"As you wish."

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Stiles laughed when Derek stopped in front of the younger teen's house.

"Thank you for bringing me home, Derek. I had a great time," Stiles said and Derek looked at him.

Stiles' eyes were still glimmering with excitement, and Derek frowned in wonder when he saw traces of amber flecks on the very edges of Stiles' irises.

"Derek?"

"Hm?" Derek asked and focused. Stiles was looking at him with a small confused frown.

"Are you alright?" he asked and Derek raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm fine, why?" he said, looking directly in Stiles' beautiful eyes.

Stiles pursed his lips and Derek's mouth watered. "You're acting really strange, Mr. Hunter," Stiles said and Derek's eyebrow rose just a bit higher. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

Derek smirked and his eyes darkened. "How do you know you were not mistaken?" Derek asked and Stiles frowned.

"About what?" he asked and tilted his head to the right cutely.

"Maybe I'm not the Hunter," Derek said and Stiles frowned, his cinnamon eyes glowing with concealed mischief.

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What big eyes you have,
the kind of eyes that drive wolves mad.
Just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways.

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"Maybe I'm the Big Bad Wolf," Derek said and Stiles licked those full, lush lips.

'Could it be – Can it – He's actually hitting on me?!' he thought.

Derek almost whined when Stiles bit into his bottom lip and looked at his hands. He was playing with the hem of his jacket.

Derek's eyes focused on Stiles' lips and warmth gathered in his stomach. "Damn it…"

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What full lips you have,
they're sure to lure someone bad.
So till you get to grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe.

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"I apologize in advance."

Stiles raised his head when Derek spoke up in a strained voice, and Stiles' breath hitched in his throat when Derek's lips covered his. It was a firm meeting of lips, and Stiles felt like air was punched out of his lungs.

Derek pulled back and looked at Stiles with wide eyes, as though he couldn't believe he just did what he did. "I'm sorry," he blurted out. "I shouldn't have done that without..."

Stiles cupped Derek's face between his hands and kissed him.

He hummed when he felt Derek's right hand settle on his waist and the left cup the back of his neck. He shivered when Derek licked his lower lip and Stiles opened his mouth. The kiss took his breath away, and his heart started beating quickly for all the right reasons for once.

They parted and smiled at each other. Both were breathing quickly and their hearts were beating loudly in their ears, and yet both knew that nothing ever felt this good before.

"You should go," Derek said and looked over Stiles' shoulder. "I think that's your dad waiting for you."

Stiles laughed and nuzzled his nose against Derek's. "He's just afraid of me being eaten by the Big Bad Wolf," he said and Derek snorted.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow for school, alright?" Derek asked and Stiles looked at him with wide eyes.

"Does this mean…"

"Whatever you want it to mean," Derek said, although the tone of his voice told Stiles exactly what he wanted this to mean.

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Little Red Riding Hood
I'd like to hold you if I could,
But you might think I'm a Big Bad Wolf so I won't.

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"I'll see you tomorrow," Stiles said, kissed Derek quickly and got out of the car.

Derek nodded at John and drove off when he was sure Stiles was in the house. He took a deep breath as he sped down the road.

His lips still tingled from the warmth of Stiles' lips, his mouth still watered from Stiles' taste, and his whole body was shivering from the lingering feeling of the younger teen's closeness. The car still smelled like Stiles, and Derek was half tempted to stop the car and go for a run, just to be able to gather his wits.

He shook his head and focused on the road. 'He wasn't disgusted.' A smile tugged on his lips. 'He kissed me back!' the smile turned into a full-fledged grin.

The scent of innocence and purity that lingered around Stiles made Derek's Wolf howl in happiness.

'I found him,' he practically jumped out of his car.

Not a moment later his mother came out of the house. For a second she looked confused, but when Derek's eyes turned yellow and he shifted into a beautiful black wolf, she could only smile widely.

Her heart played when Derek threw his head back and howled in joy.

'I've found my Mate!'

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"Are you sure it's him?" Dmitry asked his son and Derek nodded.

"It was everything and more, father," Derek said. "It was more than you said it would be. It was like – like everything exploded and imploded at the same time. Like everything fell apart and then aligned in perfect order."

Dmitry smiled at Derek and the teen sighed, eyes filled with longing. "You must be careful now, Derek. He doesn't know what you are yet. Get to know him. Take your time. Allow yourself to fall in love with him and grant him the same joy."

Derek threw his head back with a sigh. "I would much rather have him by my side right away."

Dmitry laughed and shook his head. "I am well familiar with that feeling," he said. "I have felt much the same when I met your mother."

Derek looked at his father and smiled. "Is it worth the wait?" he asked and Dmitry nodded with a small, nostalgic upturn of thin lips.

"It is. Trust me, it is."

Derek frowned for a second and then nodded.

"Then I will take things as slowly as possible." Dmitry nodded and Derek looked out the window with a small smile and a yearning shine in his eyes.

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I'm gonna keep my sheep-suit on
until I'm sure that you've been shown
that I can be trusted walking with you alone.

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"Genim, I know you're young and that you hadn't had a chance…"

"Then please don't try to do anything, dad," Stiles begged his father.

Claudia was sitting in the armchair so obviously trying to suppress laughter.

John sighed and looked at her for help. "Dia, please tell him!" John begged and Claudia raised an eyebrow at him.

"What? He's 16 years old, John! He'll be 17 in a month! Don't tell me you forgot how it feels to be a teenager."

John huffed. "It's because I do remember how it feels to be a teenager that I'm against him dating someone older," he grumbled and Stiles raised an eyebrow at him.

"Didn't you and mom meet when you were 19?" Stiles asked and John choked up while Claudia tried to stifle a laugh.

"W-well yes, but…"

"And how old was mom at that time?"

"16," John muttered, knowing he was beaten.

Stiles grinned at him. "Then it's settled!"

John sighed. "But, Gen," he begged sadly. "What if – What if he breaks your heart? What if we'll have to…"

"I don't care, dad."

In that moment, when Stiles looked into his dad's eyes, John didn't see a 16 year old boy. He saw a young man who passed through hell, and was finally seeing light.

"I want this, dad. I want to be with Derek. Whether it will be a month or a year, I don't care." Stiles took a step closer to his dad and placed his hands on John's crossed forearms. "I know you want only what's best for me, but please. If this is a mistake, then let it be my mistake. Just because I was never allowed a normal life doesn't mean that I can't enjoy what little things I can get. They could find us in a week, a month, a year or whenever, and maybe this time we won't be able to escape them. Maybe this time he'll finally catch me..."

"Don't even think…"

"Dad, listen to me," Stiles stressed out. "We can't run forever. We can't. And what if Derek – what if Derek is the one. You should see him, dad, there's something about him I – I can't explain it!" John felt his heart clench at the look on his only son's face. "It's like there's this whole different side to him that's hidden beneath so many layers I can't even start to comprehend it! Please, please don't make me give up on this."

John looked at Claudia and she nodded at him. He could tell that this was just as painful to her as it was to him, but one look into Stiles' imploring eyes made John see that there was no way he could win.

"On one condition." John's heart warmed at the joy that shone on Stiles' face. "I want to meet him as soon as possible."

"Thank you, dad!" Stiles cried out and hugged John with all his might.

"Easy, kiddo!" John gasped. "You're breaking your old man!"

Stiles let go of John laughing in a way neither John nor Claudia heard him laugh ever since he was a child unaware of his cursed fate. "Thank you, dad! I'll talk to Derek tomorrow! I promise!" Stiles said, kissed John's cheek, kissed Claudia, and ran up the stairs and towards his room.

He threw himself into his bed and hugged the pillow in which he buried his face.

'My first kiss!' he laughed into his pillow, 'And it was AWSOME!'

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"See you later, Gen," Claudia said and kissed Stiles' cheek as she saw him off to school. Before Stiles could walk off the porch, the silver Camaro drove onto the parking place in front of their house.

Claudia whistled and winked at Stiles. "That's a good car," she muttered and her eyebrows met the line of her hair when Derek got out of the car all black leather and inborn self-confidence. "And that's a stud!" she hissed under her breath.

"MOM!" Stiles hissed at her incredulously.

"Morning, Stiles. Morning Mrs. Stilinski." Derek nodded at them both as he walked over to them.

Claudia nudged Stiles' ribs with her right elbow as Derek climbed the porch and offered his hand to Claudia. "You must be Derek," she said and Derek smiled at her. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Please, call me Claudia, or Dia. Mrs. Stilinski makes me sound like some old hag with 60 cats."

Derek chuckled at that while Stiles rolled his eyes. "Alright, Claudia. If you don't mind, I had an arrangement with Stiles to drive him to school."

"I don't mind at all!" Claudia grinned at Stiles and winked at him before she pulled him into a hug. "Have a good time, hon'. I'll see you later," she said, nodded at Derek, and made her way into the house. "Oh!" she stopped in the doorway and turned to look at them. "You don't have to be home before 7," she whispered and Stiles blushed to the roots of his hair, while Derek coughed to cover a grin. "Your dad is working a double shift. Just don't go through town and you'll be just fine." She winked at them and closed the door.

"I'm sorry. Sometimes I question my relations to them," Stiles spoke dully and Derek raised an eyebrow at him. Stiles suppressed a laugh eyebrows meeting the line of his hair. "What?"

Derek smiled and moved closer, placing his hands on Stiles' waist, and bowed down to steal a light kiss from him.

"Now, now, Mr. Hunter." Stiles teased with a grin. "Aren't you supposed to protect me?"

Derek laughed and nuzzled his nose against Stiles'. "Should I be protecting you from myself?" he asked and Stiles smirked.

"I don't know. Should you?"

Derek shook his head with a smile, and took Stiles' right hand in his left. "Come on. I'm sure the others are already waiting for us." He led Stiles to his car and opened the door for him, hurrying to take a seat as well once he closed the door.

"How do you think they will react to us being together?" Stiles asked when Derek started the car and drove off towards the school.

"Erica will probably collect the money from the bet," Derek muttered and Stiles raised an eyebrow at that.

"A bet?"

"Yes. They don't know I know, but they made a bet on how soon I'll ask you out," Derek said and rolled his eyes making Stiles snicker.

"I don't think you've asked me out yet," he noted and Derek raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well then…" He parked the car by the road and looked at Stiles fully. "Genim 'Stiles' Stilinski, will you do me the honor of going to the homecoming dance with me?"

Stiles gaped at him for a second, and Derek's eyes glimmered mischievously. "I – I – Sure! Of course I'll go, but – but won't people mind?"

Derek snorted and started the engine again. "Does it matter?" he asked and looked at Stiles from the corner of his eye.

Stiles observed Derek carefully for a few moments, before full lips tilted up into a calm, beautiful smile, and Stiles settled comfortably in his seat, looking out the side-window. "No. It doesn't matter," he said, catching Derek smiling for himself. 'It doesn't matter at all.'

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"Finally!" Erica snapped when she saw Derek's Camaro drive onto the school parking lot. She raised an eyebrow when Stiles came out of the car closely followed by Derek. "Well, well, well. He sure does work fast," she muttered and smirked at Boyd and Isaac while Scott snickered, Boyd snorted and Isaac rolled his eyes.

"This means nothing," Isaac drawled.

"I don't know, Isaac," Scott chuckled. "Stiles told me he liked Derek."

Isaac's eyes widened. "You couldn't have told me that earlier?!" he hissed just as Derek and Stiles walked over to them.

"Morning, everyone," Stiles said and fist-bumped Scott's shoulder, and all of them made their way towards the entrance.

"You look awfully cheerful today," Erica spoke snidely and Stiles grinned at her.

"It's a good day today!" They reached Stiles' and Scott's classroom and before the two could enter Derek caught Stiles' arm and pulled him into a short, chaste kiss.

"I'll see you later," Derek said and Stiles grinned at him, not caring that the hall suddenly grew quiet or that his new friends looked much like fish on dry land right now.

"See you." Stiles pulled Scott into the classroom, and Derek smirked at his year mates as he walked away.

"Pay up," Erica said and raised her right hand, palm up.

"He didn't say…"

"They are together!" she interrupted Isaac. "They are as sure as hell going to the homecoming dance together!" Isaac whined and dug out his wallet from his pocket as they walked towards their classroom.

"You are evil, Erica," Isaac grumbled taking a 20 dollar bill out of his wallet and placing it on her hand. Boyd grunted and paid up as well. They entered their classroom and took their usual seats around Derek. "Good going, D." Erica clapped Derek's shoulder.

The rest of the class was looking at him with various expressions of shock. There were a few that looked disgusted as well, but Derek paid them no heed.

No one would dare do anything.

He was sure of that.

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"What was that?!" Scott bit out as he and Stiles took their seats and Stiles snickered. He relaxed in his chair and crossed his long, lean legs under Scott's chair.

"That my dear friend was Derek Hale kissing me. Do you need a written testament?"

Scott rolled his eyes.

"Stupid fag."

Stiles raised an eyebrow when someone spoke from behind him.

He tilted his head back before he turned in his chair and looked at the guy he thought was called Jackson. He knew the jerk was the other captain of the Lacrosse team, and while he was quite handsome with his Aryan features, he looked quite dull in Stiles' humble opinion. "I'm sorry, my good man, but did you just call me a cigarette?"

Jackson glared at him.

Stiles smiled at him, fluttered his eyelashes and tilted his head to the side cutely.

"Can you be any more gay?" Jackson asked in a disgusted tone.

"I could have a dick in my mouth," Stiles chirped sweetly and Jackson gaped.

Stiles snorted and turned to look at Scott who was glaring at Jackson with venomous eyes.

"Don't mind him," Scott said. "He's a dick."

Stiles snickered and shook his head. "I don't mind homophobic assholes." Scott raised an eyebrow at him. "I know I'm more of a man than he will ever be."

Scott laughed and shook his head. "I'm happy for you. Derek's a good guy. He may look rough but…"

"I know," Stiles interrupted Scott just as the professor entered the classroom. He smiled, relaxed in his chair and licked his lips. The taste of Derek still lingered on them. He shivered and looked out the window with a happy smile. 'I know.'

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