joidianne4eva | Fic: Little Red

Title: Little Red 8/?
Pairings: Derek/Stiles background Scott/Allison, pre- Danny/Jackson
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17 (Installments will be rated individually)
Spoilers: Everything up to the end of the season
Summary: For the prompt "Stiles gets bitten somehow while away with his dad, when he returns he tries to hide it from the others but his wolf has some very definite pack ideas for each of them particularly Derek"
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/N: Massive thanks to

el_gilliath for beta'ing.

By the time the lunch bell rang Stiles was ready to crawl out of his skin.

Scott had tried to corner him in various classes and Stiles had done his outmost best to act normal but the cloying scent of Allison and the girl's proximity made it increasingly hard.

Hurrying into the cafeteria he grabbed a seat and dropped his bag unto the one beside him to hold Danny's place.

He'd just bitten into his apple when Scott dropped into the seat across from him, thankfully alone, this time.

"Okay, what are you up to?" Scott asked, eyes narrowed as he regarded Stiles' innocent expression suspiciously.

"Me? Nothing at all." Stiles responded as he wrinkled his nose at the flowery scent approaching them.

Scott's face lit up and Stiles barely held back a growl when he heard Allison call out a greeting from behind him. The wolf paced in agitation and Stiles' skin tingled with the urge to fight or leave.

Lowering his head he tried to ignore the prattle until he realized that they'd both gone quiet.

"Uhmm Stiles, could I sit?"

Stiles glanced at the girl, eyes narrowed for a second as he smiled. From her expression he guessed he'd shown a bit too much teeth.

"I'm sorry, I'm holding the seat." he responded without a hint of regret.

"Holding it for who?" Scott frowned, glancing from Stiles to Allison

"He's holding it for me." Danny's familiar voice broke the silence as he stepped up to the table, closely followed by Jackson and Lydia.

The taller teen slid around Allison and pushed Stiles bag to the floor before sitting down.

"Hey, there could have been sensitive equipment in there." Stiles pouted, using Danny's familiar scent to block out the closeness of Allison's.

"Was there?" Danny countered, pulling a small notepad from his rucksack and placing it on the table.

"No" Stiles conceded "But there could have been."

Danny cocked his head "I'll buy you a candy if you don't whine,"

Stiles grinned when he noticed that everyone was watching their interaction "Deal." he agreed before turning back to his meal.

Out of the corner off his eye he watched Allison move to sit beside Lydia as Jackson took the seat closest to Danny.

"So has anything interesting happened this summer?" Lydia asked breaking the silence "You don't need to answer McCall anything that happened to you happened to Allison since the two of you are joined at the hips."

Scott spluttered for a moment and Stiles ducked his head to hide his grin. Lydia certainly had a way with words.

Flicking his eyes to the girl he caught her watching him and he smiled. He couldn't smell Derek on her and the lack of reaction from his wolf told him she was still human.

There would be no competition over Derek and even though Stiles' attraction for her had waned he could still appreciate that she was pretty awesome.

Not many people got attacked by mythical beasts and just went on with life like it was an everyday occurrence. Lydia had a helluva lot of backbone.

Stiles started when Danny nudged his elbow but the teen simply shoved his notepad towards him.

Pulling it closer he flipped it open and read the scribbled words.

Tell me about Derek

Stiles glanced over at Danny but the other boy just shoved his pen towards him. Stiles nodded and wrote his response before passing it back.

What do you want to know?

Danny seemed to ponder the question as he ate before he wrote a few words and shoved it to Stiles again.

Why do you like him?

Stiles snorted, where the hell to start? He couldn't exactly write "Because my inner canine thinks he's hump-able!"

Tapping his finger on the table he thought for a second before pulling the notepad onto his lap.

"Derek's strange. He's protective to the point of obsessive. The dude has no social standards whatsoever and mostly I want to shove him out a window but he's got other times when he's just really cool. Plus, he's hot...really, really hot."

Nodding he passed it back.

Danny smiled before writing a response.

"Like your cousin Miguel, hot?"

Stiles choked on his coke and turned to glare at Danny who was watching him with a butter-wouldn't- melt expression on his face.

Reaching out Danny plucked the notebook from him.

"Wait, you knew?" Stiles spluttered.

"Not at the time but I figured it out." Danny responded.

"And you didn't say anything?" Stiles frowned.

"What are you two talking about?" Scott interrupted and Stiles blinked, he'd all but forgotten the others were still there.

"If it's taken you this long to notice that they've just spent the last fifteen minutes writing kissy notes to each other McCall, there is no hope for you."

"Kissy notes?" Jackson huffed "Really Lydia, like Danny would go for him."

Stiles was just about to retort when Danny beat him to it.

"I think Stiles is pretty cool." he said calmly eyes glued to the table.

Stiles gaped at Danny before turning back to Jackson in time to catch the quicksilver look of hurt that flittered across the beta's face before it resumed the nonchalant blankness the boy was known for.

Huh! This Danny and Jackson thing might be moving along way faster than he'd anticipated.

Now all he needed was to get Derek to get over himself and admit his undying love for one Stiles Stilinski.

*O*

"Honey, I'm home!" Stiles called as he pushed Derek's door open and stepped into the house. "Hello?" he called when he saw no sign of the alpha.

"Upstairs!" Derek yelled and Stiles cocked a brow.

"I'm not sure I'm ready for this step in our relationship." Stiles snarked as he climbed the stairs.

Pausing on the landing he glanced left to right before catching sight of a shadow moving at the end of the right corridor.

This floor of the building was mostly intact, the burn marks only licking at the base of the walls.

"Where's McCall?" Derek asked as Stiles stepped into the room behind him.

Stiles watched as Derek stretched to reach the top of the wall, his dark shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of skin just above the wolf's bite-able hips.

Blinking away the thoughts he glanced up to find Derek watching him with a small smirk.

"Huh?" he muttered

"McCall." Derek repeated "Has he ditched you again?"

Stiles shrugged "Nah, apparently he has a date with Allison."

Derek nodded before turning back to the wall "You don't like her much do you?"

"Who, Allison?" Stiles frowned as he wolf shifted at the mention of the girl "I've got nothing against her."

"So what I smell isn't repressed anger?" Derek snorted.

"I'm surprised that you even know what repressed means Mr. I am wolf hear me howl." Stiles spluttered, there was no way Derek smelt anything!

Derek glanced at him knowingly before turning away.

Stiles shifted uncomfortably as the silence stretched on "So, what am I supposed to do?" he inquired.

"Nothing left but the painting after I’m done here," Derek responded "The fire started downstairs, we didn't use the upper floor much on full moons."

Stiles swallowed the bile at the thought of being trapped, unable to escape the fiery blaze that had all but wiped out the Hale pack.

Leaning against the wall he watched Derek as he worked.

"So what's the thing with this Danny kid?" Derek inquired and Stiles snorted.

"Like I said I like Danny."

"So you're not trying to piss off Jackson because I'm getting sick of hearing him whine." Derek growled

"Well, that might be part of it." Stiles admitted with a grin.

"Cut it out." Derek ordered "I'm not sure if muzzling the brat will work but I'm willing to consider it if he doesn't stop."

"How do you know I don't want Danny for myself?" Stiles taunted

Derek dropped the rag into his bag and turned to him "Because I can smell it."

"Ok buddy, that's the second time you've said that. How can you smell what I'm feeling when even Scott can't?" Stiles frowned.

"McCall is young and that crap you're wearing dulls a lot of our senses." Derek explained stepping closer "And that's another thing" he started eyes dark "Why do you smell like rye?"

Stiles froze as his wolf yipped in frustration "I like the scent?" he chuckled nervously.

"Is that a question or an answer Stilinski?"

"You know what since I'm not doing anything I should probably go help my dad....cook. Yeah I need to help him cook!" Stiles stuttered as he backed away "So I'll get the paint and see you tomorrow."

Derek's lips twisted into a knowing smile before his free hand shot out, blocking Stiles exit.

"Rye only works on some wolves, mostly betas." he whispered, hot breath sending tingles down Stiles' spine.

"I-I don't need to know that." Stiles choked out "It was just a coincidence that I like the smell."

Derek leant back and cocked his head. "Strange coincidence considering you researched wolves so much."

"What, I thought you said the internet didn’t know anything about real wolves?” Stiles countered but Derek simply remained silent. “Ok, then…..I'll just be going now." Stiles mumbled, stumbling from the room and racing down the stairs.

He was almost at the door when he Derek stopped him.

"Hey, Stilinski."

Stiles sighed and turned around.

Derek was leaning on the banister and watching him "You should tell your friend Danny to be careful. He goes through the woods a lot."

Stiles eyes widened as his wolf yipped. Derek was acknowledging Danny as competition; the thought was both arousing and horrifying. Couldn't he do anything normally; like get jealous without being homicidal?

"I'll try to keep him in my house from now on!" Stiles shot back as he fled the house.

The low chuckle that followed him made his skin tingle and Stiles grinned. Game on!

Chapter 9

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