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Subtle Subterfuge	By : sterekismyotp Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4592 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Stiles parked in front of Derek’s Place. A week had gone by and Agent McCall was still hanging around, obviously not getting the hint. Every time he showed up, Derek was there. He and Melissa went on multiple dates. Scott kept his vow of not talking to Derek and was driving Stiles nuts complaining about it. The game needed to be stepped up a notch, and Stiles had the perfect plan.
He stepped out of the car impatient about getting his plan into effect, rushing into the warehouse, running up the stairs to Derek’s living space, and freezing in place at the sight in front of him.
Derek was shirtless and was doing one arm chin-ups. Sweat gave him a golden gleam in the moonlight.
Stiles really hoped that strangled whimper he heard didn’t come from him.
Derek’s eyes lifted to Stiles with a raised eyebrow. “What do you want, Stiles?”
“I, uh…” he mumbled, swallowing tightly, his throat suddenly dry, trying extremely hard not to ogle Derek like a piece of meat with all those flexing muscles. He wanted to rub his face all over his abs, dig his nails in them to see how much give they would have, and dig his teeth into the curve of Derek's hip. This really wasn’t helping his concentration.
Derek let go of the bar, landing on the floor silently and walked toward Stiles, his eyebrow still raised. God, Derek could do sexy glower so well.
Stiles pulled himself forcefully out of his daydreams before he got seriously in trouble. “I have a plan to get Agent McCall to give up once and for all. There’s a summer festival dance coming up this weekend. Take her as your date. He’s guaranteed to be there. If you kiss her in public like that, he’ll definitely take the hint that you’re serious,” Stiles rambled nervously without taking a breath.
“You want me to kiss Scott's Mom? Are you Insane!?” Derek shoved Stiles against the wall. “No Stiles. I’ve gone along with the dates, being there every time Agent McCall came sniffing around, but I’m not kissing her!” he growled, nose to nose with Stiles.
Stiles squeaked, his arms flailing when Derek got into his personal space. This was getting dangerous, and he wasn’t talking about Derek hurting him. “Come on, Derek. Think about it. He’s just seen you guys together, maybe holding hands. He’s seen courting behavior, he hasn’t seen anything serious! The man isn’t going to give up unless he sees something like that!”
Derek’s eyes dipped down staring at Stiles' lips for a blink of a second before letting him go, growling. “I swear to God, if this doesn’t work, I’m going to kill you Stiles.”
Stiles nervously made his way toward the exit. “This is going work, Derek, I guarantee it! I have to go, lots of homework to do.” He bolted down the stairs before Derek could say a word. He wasn’t scared that Derek would hurt him; he was scared that Derek could smell him. He knew that if Derek realized that he was hot for him, he wouldn’t be able to be around him anymore. And that hurt more than anything else he could think of.
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The Bass thrummed loudly while bodies moved on the dance floor to the pulsing beat. Stiles stood next to his dad, twitching nervously, his eyes scanning the floor for Derek and Melissa. Scott had refused to go to the dance with him so he was flying solo. He wanted to be there should anything go down. Agent McCall was already settled in a corner, eyes scanning the crowd as well. As sheriff, his dad was pretty much required to show up at these things. The politics of an elected sheriff.
“Would you settle down stiles? you're fidgety, even for you,” his dad chastised him.
Stiles sighed and nodded in agreement, trying to settle down. “Sorry dad.”
His father nodded then suddenly stiffened, his eyes catching someone at the entrance and his expression darkened with a scowl. “What is Melissa doing with Derek Hale?”
Stiles eyed his dad with surprise. “They’ve been dating for about a week.”
“Like hell they have.” The sheriffs’ growl rivaled that of a werewolf.
Realization dawned on Stiles and his mouth fell open. “Wait, dad. You and Mrs. McCall? Really? When did this happen!?”
The Sheriff sighed deeply. “After the Nematon. We’d been keeping it quiet because we were worried that it might upset you and Scott.”
Oh shit. Stiles thought he had just made the hugest fuck up in history. He was in so much trouble, and he was scared that Derek might just get shot. “Dad…there’s something you need to know.”
Someone took that opportunity to cut in and start talking to his dad. Stiles flailed his arms then started to literally vibrate with pent up energy. Just his luck that his dad would take this time to start to schmooze.
The music turned from a hard thumping beat to a slow romantic song, and Stiles watched Derek take Melissa into his arms right in sight of Agent McCall across the hall. It was also right in direct sight of them. Derek was looking into her eyes smiling his thousand watt smile. Oh god he was putting it on thick. The man was sex on legs. This was going to turn into a bloodbath.
Stiles urgently cut off his dads conversation. “Dad, I really need to talk to you, like now!”
“Just a minute, Stiles. Can’t you see I’m talking to someone?”
Stiles dragged in a frustrated breath, and turned back to the couple, watching in what seemed like slow motion when Derek’s hands slid down to pull Melissa closer into his body, his head moving down to catch her lips with his. He saw Agent McCall turn and storm out of the hall. When he turned towards his dad, he only saw an empty seat.
The Sheriff was halfway to the kissing couple before Stiles could get his feet to move.
Stiles burst into a run when his dad grabbed Derek by the shirt, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he screamed, his fist clenched in Derek’s shirt.
“John, stop!” Melissa screamed, trying to grab hold of him.
Stiles grabbed his dad's arm, pulling him back. “Dad! Stop it! Let’s take this outside!”
Moving outside they found a spot away from onlookers and Stiles let go of his dad.
The Sheriff launched himself at Derek.
Derek let him land each and every punch, not blocking a single hit.
“John, stop! This isn’t what you think!” Melissa cried, trying to get some sense into the Sheriff
“Yeah, dad! This isn’t how it looks! It’s my entire fault!” Stiles screamed, trying to grab his dad.
“How in the hell is it your fault, Stiles?” the Sheriff growled out, his hand still firmly grasping Derek’s shirt. The punching had stopped at least, which was a start.
“Agent McCall kept trying to get back into Melissa’s life, and he wasn’t taking hints, so I begged Derek to pretend to date her so he would leave her alone. When that didn’t work, I told him to try kissing her in public. I swear to God dad, I didn’t know you two were dating!” Stiles blurted out.
“It’s true,” Derek panted while a small trail of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
“Why should I believe you?” John snorted, glaring at Derek.
“Because she’s not the one I’m attracted to,” Derek bit out roughly.
One of the Sheriff's eyebrows rose. “Then who are you attracted to?”
Derek’s eyes fell to Stiles, and he swallowed tightly.
It took a moment for Stiles to absorb what that stare meant. The shock was so much that he lost his grip on his dad who also stared with wide eyes at Derek. Did Derek Hale just admit he was attracted to him?
“My son?” The Sheriff exclaimed in disbelief.
Derek rolled his eyes before setting his gaze on the sheriff once again nodding.
The sheriff Swung a second time with a bone jarring crack before Melissa managed to pull him off of Derek.

Derek straightened his nose with the sound of cracking bone, blood dripping from his mouth and nose while his bruises slowly faded.
Pain radiated in Stiles' chest when realization hit. Derek had been able to smell him from the beginning. He shook his head in horror when Derek’s eyes fell on him. There’s no way Derek was attracted to him. He never once showed it. Shock hit him; he was just saying that to get his dad to stop. Why would Derek do that to him?
Derek took a deep breath and winced at something he smelled.
Stiles took three steps backwards before turning around and running towards his Jeep.
“Stiles, wait!” Derek ran to Stiles, grabbing him by the upper arm to stop him.
Stiles lowered his head and took a deep breath and quietly asked “How long?”
“Stiles just give me a chance to...“
“How long, Derek?!” Stiles bellowed, making Derek flinch.
“From the beginning. The Miguel incident, the Kanima, I've always known. Please just let me explain.”
Stiles shook his head roughly. “You could smell me; you knew how I felt, right from the beginning.” He looked horrified.
Derek opened his mouth trying to interrupt, desperation on his face. “Stiles.”
“How could you, Derek? I thought we were friends. Yes, I’m attracted to you, you knew that, but we were still friends. At least I thought we were. It’s one thing to pretend to date Melissa, but to pretend to be attracted to me when you knew how I felt! Didn’t you think how I’d feel? Couldn’t you have thought of something else?” He whispered angrily, tears starting to fall down his cheeks. Stiles clenched his fists, keeping his eyes staring at the ground.
Horror crept onto Derek’s face in realization of what Stiles thought. “Stiles just let me explain.”
“No, Derek. I’ve heard enough.” Stiles sighed tiredly and turned toward his jeep and jumped in. He started it and drove off, too hurt and tired to listen to what the werewolf had to say.
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