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Derek focused on the house, listening intently. The Sheriff's car wasn't in the driveway and he could only hear one heartbeat in the house so he assumed Stiles was home alone. He debated for a moment before foregoing the front door and leaping up to Stiles' window. Sliding it open, he ducked his head inside to see Stiles lying on his bed and not looking too well.

After everything that had happened with the Beast, not to mention what happened to Stiles when he was at Malia's, Derek had been worried. A shard of glass through the chest was nothing to laugh at and he'd been waiting for what felt like ages to get to Stiles and check on him.

"Hey," he said softly, sliding inside and closing the window behind him. "How are you feeling?"

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"Good, that means I can start giving you cooking lessons," he teased, smirking a little at the other man.

It sounded nice, though, a little place for Derek to have, maybe this time they can make some good memories to go along with it.

Derek chuckled. "My sister...Laura, she tried but to be honest I suck at it." He thought for a moment. "I can make eggs." It wasn't much, but it had kept him fed more than once. He liked the protein.

"So you can cook? Didn't know that."

Stiles is quiet as Derek talks- he's never heard him talk about his family before. "I like eggs," he says in reply, smiling.

The teen shrugs at that. "I taught myself after my mom died. She loved to cook, and with her gone someone had to do it. Dad was in a bad place back then, so I felt it was up to me to keep us going."

Derek never wanted to talk about his family, it was too hard. But it was different with Stiles, it felt...normal almost. Maybe because Stiles had lost someone too and he knew he could understand that kind of pain.

Derek's eyes drift to Stiles' chest. "How are you feeling? Are you hurting?" He knew it was silly, how worried he was, but taking the pain helped alleviate the guilt he felt at not being there.

Stiles takes the change of subject easily- their family is a raw spot for both of them.

"Better now that I've eaten, still kind of in pain though," he says, and then offers his hand to Derek for the werewolf to siphon the pain from him. It works a lot better than the pain pills do and it doesn't make him feel all weird afterward.

Derek takes the hand and draws out the pain, but doesn't let Stiles take his hand back. Instead, he threads their fingers together and smile.

He used to be so good at this, smooth even, and he was trying desperately to get that back. Perhaps it was knowing that he could have something real with Stiles that had him so nervous and tentative.

"So, what would your dad think if I showed up at the front door and told him I was here to take you out on a date?" he teases, brushing his thumb over the back of Stiles hand.

Stiles lets out a content little sigh and shifts to rest his head on Derek's shoulder. It's nice, just them like this. Nothing, for the moment, to worry about.

"I think he'd be surprised as all hell, then he'd give you "the talk", probably clean his gun in front of you and remind you he has wolfsbane bullets now," he says, tilting his head to grin up at him.

Derek smirks. "I think I can handle that," he says, squeezing Stiles' hand. "I don't have an intention of hurting you, so I don't have anything to worry about, right?"

He turns his head slightly to kiss Stiles quickly on the lips. "Totally worth having my life threatened."

It make him flush a little, hearing Derek say that- that he would be worth it. It makes his cheeks flush with warm color as he leans forward to kiss Derek back.

"You're definitely worth it."

"Ah, you say that now," he teases. "What about when I'm grumpy and brooding? Will it still be worth it?" Okay, so maybe he wasn't joking with the last question, despite how light he kept his voice.

"Pretty sure you were already grumpy and broody when I met you, and yet I still fell for you," he says teasingly, but also serious.

Derek nods and feels the last of his tension melt away. "Since you're in no shape for a good make out, let alone anything else, do you want to watch a movie or something? Try and forget about the last few months?"

"How is this my life?" Stiles complains. "I get a boyfriend and every time I get time with him, I'm too injured to make out."

The teen crosses his arms over his chest, pouting a little. Not that he would admit to pouting or anything. Mildly perturbed maybe.

Derek smirks and gently nudges Stiles' shoulder with his own. "It could be worse. You've lived through worse. This is just a... temporary inconvenience."

Derek wasn't usually big on restraint when it came to sex, but he'd never been with someone like Stiles either. Someone he absolutely trusted. For that, he could wait.

"Wait. Did you just call me your boyfriend?" he questions, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

"Until the next time I see you and I've broken something else," the teen complains, huffing.

Stiles completely stills at the question, then thinks back to what he said and realizes he did just call Derek his boyfriend. They haven't even gone on a date yet!

He feels flustered all of a sudden, his face pinking as he looks away, not daring to look at Derek's face. It's not like they talked about it at length or anything, so really right now they weren't anything other than friends who are pretty interested in each other.

"I- it's- it was just a slip of the tongue, I promise. That's all. So you can just... pretend I didn't say that?"

Derek uses a finger to turn Stiles' face towards him. "Stiles, I'm not upset by it. To be fair, I tend to date people who are trying to kill me, so there's that," he says, able to grin despite it. "But I'm not opposed to the title if you want to give it to me."

"You're sure?" He asks, like he needs to know that Derek really is okay with it.

"Because I think you would actually make a pretty excellent boyfriend."

"Absolutely." Derek takes a moment to lean forward and kiss him softly. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark. "That is, if I can call you mine. I'm not very good at sharing, just so you know."

Yes, he was basically telling Stiles he wanted to be exclusive while they figured things out.

Sighing into the kiss, Stiles pulls back when Derek does, not wanting to push.

"I think I'd be more than okay with that."

Despite Stiles' injury, Derek couldn't help himself. For a moment, he kisses him hungrily, putting everything he was feeling into the kiss. After a few minutes he pulls back, not wanting to aggravate Stiles' injury.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, searching Stiles' face.

A little groan escapes him when Derek deepens the kiss, pressing into it, nipping and biting.

"Not at all," he murmurs, leaning forward for another kiss.

"Let me know if I do," Derek murmurs, letting Stiles lead, hoping that if it hurt, Stiles would have the sense to stop.

Derek was desperately hoping that this time wouldn't be a mistake, knowing he could trust Stiles and didn't have to fear anything from him. There was a small part of him that was screaming a warning, but that was the paranoid part of him and he understood that so he tried to ignore it.

"Finally," he murmurs, mostly to himself as he shifts on the bed to get closer to Derek, pulling him in to kiss him again, a little more hungrily this time.

The last thing Stiles ever wanted to do would be to hurt Derek. Derek's already been hurt too much, enough to last a life time. If anything, Stiles vows to protect him from that, from anything that would hurt him like that again.

Derek can't resist moving to kiss Stiles' neck, his tongue laving over the pulse point in his neck, inhaling the scent that he would swear was made for him.

"Your scent...your taste," he murmurs against his skin. "Can't get enough." Derek is trying very hard not to lose control and just devour Stiles considering his current condition and it takes more than a few minutes for him to pay attention to the smell of blood mixing with Stiles' other scents.

Groaning, he pulls back, searching Stiles' face. Without asking, he touches his arm and begins to bleed away the pain. "I'm sorry, I lost a bit of control there."

Stiles is... not trying very hard, actually. He is way on board with anything Derek wants to do- even if it's just more kissing. He's totally good with just kissing. Hell, he doesn't think he'll be able to get enough of Derek's mouth on his.

The words go straight to his gut, coiling hotly there and Stiles can't help but moan into Derek's mouth. Stiles is panting by the time Derek pulls away, and Stiles curses his human-ness for being so easily injury-able.

"I am so for you losing control," he says, slumping against Derek a little as the pain is drained away again.

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