A/N:Kay, so I've recently became interested in the pairing sterek. I actually really love them. So I wanted to test the waters with this one shot. Please tell me if you guys would like more stories like this one. There is probably spoilers because i don't really have a filter in my brain for that. I don't own the characters, or the pairing. (Totally wanting this to be a reality in the next season.) Plaese keep in mind that I started this at midnight, and finished a 2 in the morning… Yeah I'm sleep deprived.

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Stiles was in his room, Trying to sleep after all the events that had passed. He tossed and turned, always seeming to land on his bruises. Mostly it was his face, the there were some on his back, sides, and stomach. He waited for sleep to take him, but with his ADHD and the events that happened, it seemed impossible.

He got up and went to his window. He stood there for a minute, just looking at the outside world. It always surprised him that the world could be so peaceful, when such turmoil was going on right under it's nose. He sighed and opened his window to let in some air, and headed back to his bed.

"Stiles?"

It was faint, but it made him turn around. There, out on the roof, sat Derek, where just a few seconds before there had been nothing. Stiles stared with his mouth opened and looked around as if Derek was talking to someone else. After a minute he shut his mouth, and replied.

"H-hey, Derek." he said, drawing out the first syllable. "Eh, what are you doing here?"

"May I come in?" Derek asked. As if he needed permission. How many times had he come in her unannounced before. But something felt different.

"Uh, Sure. Make yourself at home." Stiles replied. Then Derek was standing in the room. He was wearing his normal black jeans, black boots, black shirt, and black leather jacket. This guy really needed to expand his color range. Or at least stiles had thought so on many occasions.

"There something I wanted to talk to you about." Derek said, coming closer. Stiles had to stop an involuntary step back. Derek came close enough for stiles to feel his breath. Normally when Derek was this close, he was threatening Stiles life. Only Derek didn't look mad.

Stiles could only stare, his overactive brain failing. Unfortunately his eye level was Derek's mouth, so he looked up to Derek's eyes. He held in a gasp. There was something in Derek's eyes, he didn't quite know what it meant. Then he felt a cool hand touch his left cheek. (The more bruised one).He closed his eyes, because it felt good in more ways than held in a groan.

"Who did this to you" There was a strange tone in Derek's voice.

"The cookie monster... I refused to give him any cookies." Stiles said softly with a light laugh. He still had his wits, beaten and nerve-wracked or not. He still kept his eyes close, for some reason he didn't want to open them. He heard a grunt come from Derek, and the coolness left his cheek to his neck.

Just as he was about to open his eyes, He felt rough lips touch his. It was almost hesitant, but when stiles didn't pull away, the kiss became rougher. And Stiles decided to keep his eyes shut a little longer.

The kiss became more passionate, and soon Stiles found that he was grasping on to Derek, and Derek had one arm around his waist and the other hand was still on his neck. Stiles couldn't quite figure out what to do with his hands. First, they were on Derek's arms, then around his neck, then in his hair, then grasping Derek's shirt at the waist. When Derek finally broke the kiss, Stiles was dizzy and his brain was even more useless. He still didn't open his eyes, But he felt Derek lick the wound on his face, then moved down to lick, suck, and nibble on his neck.

Stiles let out a moan, and felt Derek smile into his neck. He felt himself fall down on his bed, and felt Derek get on top of him. He felt Derek's lips return to his own he felt Derek's hands push up his own, and he started taking off Derek's jacket. Derek broke the kiss long enough to pull off his shirt and Stiles did the same. And the Making out resumed. After a little While, Stiles was aware he was asleep, and lying on his bed.

He opened his eyes, sat up, and looked around. His window had never been opened, it was now morning, and he was still fully clothed. He sighed, rubbed his hand through his hair, and fell back on his bed.

Why in the Hell had he been dreaming of Derek in that way. He decided at this point, that he was going to make an even larger effort to go out with Lydia. Be cause there Was No freaking way He was going to be with Derek.

Never...

No matter How much that dream felt so good... The way Derek's lips felt on his neck. They way Derek's abs felt...

Damn It! He did not like Derek. He would go to his grave swearing this. There was no way on earth. Even if he and Derek were the only two people left on the earth. Although most likely it would be another werewolf that survived with Derek, but returning to topic. Even if he and Derek were the last two alive, he'd go find some sort of animal or something. Because, yes, even bestiality was better than being with Derek.

Derek.

He quickly called up Scott and asked for help training for lacrosse. After he hung up, he had to convince himself he wanted to get better to catch the attention of a certain strawberry blonde, Not a mean, deadly werewolf who could snap him in half.

He did Not Like Derek...

No.. not like...

Love...

He loved Derek freaking Hale.

Not that he'd ever tell anyone.

A/N: So I have another story for Sterek, but I wanted to get this done tonight. Hope you injoyed it. Please comment and follow me.