Later that day, Stiles was in his room a panting mess from during his thing to the picture of Derek Hale. "Fuck, I need his help." Sercitly he was a werewolf himself.  He just didn't realize it yet. Stiles got up and headed out the door quietly, not sure of his dad is home. He wandered around the forest until he saw the burnt down house.
   'Hmm, I wonder if this is where Derek lives.' Stiles thought. He went up to the house and knocks on the door. "What do you want?" I snarled. "Look, I know we barely know each other, but I need your help." Stlies said. "With what omgea?" I asked. "Wait, I'm a human." Stiles said. "No, your a werewolf." I said.
   "How am I a werewolf, when Scott was the one bitten?" He asked.  I growl quietly. "You won't bitten. Your a born werewolf." "A born werewolf?" He asked. "Yes, think about it Stiles, it's our mating season you could say, and your having trouble doing your thing." I said.
   "Fuck, I need to do more research, but yes I'm having trouble doing my thing." Stiles said blushing. 'Ok, he is kinda cute when he blushes like that' I thought to myself.  Stiles whimpered. I want downstairs and open the door and he immediately kisses me and starts to dry hump me.
   I couldn't hold back a moan, because quiet honestly, I was enjoying this.

A/nCliff hanger hmm sucks.
Derek smirks
Stiles falls down laughing.
Derek: find out what me and that mutt will do.
Stiles growls: I am not a mutt.
Derek: compared to me, yes you are.
They start to fight.
Me: guys STOP FIGHTING
They laugh
Until next time.