Chapter Sixteen

"Stiles... Please..." Derek whispered, "I let something bad happen to you... I failed both you and your father."

"I don't care... I'm not letting you die because of me. How do you think I would feel?" Stiles said, tearing up.

"Stiles go to your father..." Derek said.

"N-" Stiles started.

"Stiles..." His father said, low.

"I... I love you, Derek... I don't want to lose you..." Stiles said, starting to cry hard.

Stiles' dad watched as his son held onto the man who let him be raped. He saw how his son was using his small body to cover Derek's muscular frame, his arms around Derek's neck, making the coat go up, revealing his ass. The sheriff looked at his son's butt, not in a sexual way, but in a fatherly way. His mind went back when Stiles was age three, running away from him and his mom giggling as they tried to put pull ups on him. Then went back even further when Stiles was only a few months old as the young sheriff placed the baby Stiles on his changing table, pulling the dirty diaper off and changing him.

The sheriff smiled, remembering all the good memories he and Stiles had and realized he couldn't kill Derek if Stiles really loved him... It would crush him... He slowly put his gun back into the holder and Derek looked up at him, "what are you doing?"

"I can't do this... Not to my son..." He said. Stiles turned and looked at his father, tears in his eyes. He slowly stood up and walked to his father, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you, Daddy..." Stiles said. The sheriff smiled and wrapped his arms around his son.

"Alright... Well, I'll take him in. Call me later, alright?"

"You don't want me to come home?" Stiles asked. Stiles' dad looked over at Derek who frowned, knowing that this will be the last time he'll see Stiles.

"Yes, actually I do... To get your things together. I want you to move in with Derek, I know you'll be safe there and I can tell you love him," he said, looking at Derek who looked up in surprise.

Stiles smiled, "alright Dad." His dad turned and walked out. Stiles turned to face Derek who was slowly standing up. He threw himself in Derek's muscular arms and hugged him tightly, "I'm fine. I'm ok. I promise."

"Alright," Derek said. "Well... I left my car at my house so... Get dressed. We gotta start walking."

"I don't wanna walk..." Stiles said, looking into Derek's eyes.

"I'll carry you as soon as we get into the woods," Derek said, handing him his clothes and sat on Jackson's bed and watched as he got dressed, wishing he wasn't seeing him put them on here but taking them off at his house, that now is their house.

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They walked into the house and went up to the bedroom, laying on the bed. "Do you want me to explain things?"

"No... I honestly don't care anymore. Just promise you'll never hurt me," Stiles said.

"Wouldn't even think about it," Derek said, rolling on top of Stiles, hovering of his small body, looking into his eyes. He let out a small growl as he looked down to Stiles' lips.

Stiles giggled and wrapped his arms around Derek's neck, pulling him down to a passionate, long needed kiss. The longer they kissed, the more heated it started getting. Stiles grabbed Derek's shirt, pulling it over his head, and after Derek got his arms out of it, threw it on the floor, placing his hand on his chest, feeling muscles that blew his mind. He lowered his hands to Derek's abs, rubbing and showing affection to each one of the six.

His other hand went into Derek's back pocket, feeling Derek's muscular bottom. Stiles didn't know it was possible to have this much muscle but yet here Derek was, living proof.

The kiss was interrupted by thunder, causing Stiles to jump and make a screaming noise.

"It's alright," Derek chuckled a bit, "it's just thunder. Nothing will hurt you."

Stiles looked into Derek's eyes and nodded. "Hey, Derek..."

"Yeah?" Derek asked.

"Can you do that thing with your eyes?" Stiles asked.

"Why?" Derek asked, confused.

"Because..." Stiles said calmly, "please?"

Derek nodded and looked into eyes, letting his wolf take over just enough for his eyes to change to the bright blue.

Stiles starred into his eyes, watching as they transformed into wolf eyes. Even though he had that sudden blast of fear that he felt when Derek did this when he found out Jackson had raped him, he also found calmness in them, like somehow his eyes calmed him and made him feel safe. "Transform..."

"Stiles," Derek said, his eyes turned back.

"Please..." Stiles asked. Derek sighed and let his wolf take over, his facial features changing into more k9 features. Derek grew long black sideburns and his ears got pointy. Stiles starred at Derek in awe, not scared. He slowly reached up and placed his hand Derek's face. "You're so... Beautiful..."

Derek just looked into his eyes. He formed back and placed a kiss on Stiles' lips, "but your beauty is overwhelming."

Stiles blushed. "Hey, I have a question..."

"Yeah?" Derek asked, lowing himself more and kissing Stiles' neck.

"Why are your eyes blue?"

Derek froze his lips still in the middle of kissing Stiles' neck. He softly finished the kiss and looked into Stiles' eyes. "Because I've killed..."

"Oh... And red eyes mean..."

"Alpha," Derek said, "and gold is pure. Mostly when a werewolf is first born or first made their eyes are gold. But once you kill they turn blue."

"Oh, so there's innocent werewolves."

"Yes, but they don't usually don't last long. The urge to kill on a full moon is too much for some."

Stiles realized something that kind of scared him, "isn't tonight the full moon?"

"Yes, but I've learned to control it. Don't worry. You're safe."