I know I am super late with the update.

I decided to add some angst in my porn fic. *LOL*

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf. If it was mine I would make a porno out of it.

Chapter 7

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences, you build up a whole suit of armour, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

Neil Gaiman

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They went into the club without problems. The bouncer at the door asked Derek politely to meet a guy named Dick at the VIP room.

Derek nodded and left Stiles with Allison and Scott on the dance floor.

"I'll be right back!" he shouted over the loud music.

"Where are you going….you promised to dance with me…!" Stiles said.

"Just meeting an old friend. Don't worry….!" With that Derek left.

"Why is that that every time he says "Don't worry!" I worry the most?" he asked Scott.

Scott shrugged his shoulder and dragged Allison and him out on the dance floor.

The danced a few Songs and Scott was slightly pissed. Some guys tried to hit on Allison even when she told them her boyfriend is right next to her. They never gave Scott a second glance. Stile's was laughing his ass off.

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"Hey eye candy!" Stiles felt strong hands on his hips when he moved to the music.

"Whoa…hands off Dude!" Stiles tried to turn around but the guy held him firmly in place.

"I was watching you the whole time…dancing with your friends…moving to the music…!" a hot breath puffed against his neck and send shivers down Stiles spine.

"A…a…awesome…thanks!" Stiles stuttered, trying to reach out to Scott for help.

"Ah ah ahhhhhh hands down or better… put them here…!" the guy took Stiles wrist and placed his hand on his crotch.

"Okay Dude! No offence but I have a boyfriend and he is….!"

"Occupied…. I know…!" the guy whispered, slowly rubbing himself at Stiles.

Stiles tried to tug his wrist away but the guy had a strong grip. Stiles stopped dancing and stared hard at Scott, willing his friends to look his way.

"Scott….!" He whispered franticly. "Scott! I need help!"

But the teen was too occupied to save Allison from all her admirer to even notice Stile's problem.

"Move…!" the guy ordered Stiles to dance. "I want you to move against me…rub your little ass at my crotch…you are the fucking bitch of a werewolf so you can do that…!" the guy whispered harshly.

Stiles froze, his heart skipped a few beats and he begun to sweat nervously. "Listen…I…!" He started but was interrupted again.

"Hush…you and me we could have so much fun…I don't even mind that you were taken by a werewolf first…. !" the guy spat.

"But I would mind!" Stiles could hear Derek's low growl and then the guy was pulled away from him and landed with a loud clash at the wall behind him.

Suddenly the music stopped and everyone stared at them. The guy turned around and Stiles gasped "Daniel?" he asked perplexed.

"You!" Derek growled, ready to attack him. "I am going to kill you!" Derek spat.

"Do that and you know what will happen. You've mated…did you really think that would go unnoticed by us? You have to ask to mate to a human….!" Daniel whisper yelled at Derek. "We can always take him away from you…going for the slow kill…especially when you have such a fine mate…!" Daniel's eyes fell on Stiles and he smiled evilly.

Derek reeled back, standing protectively in front of Stiles and ordered Scott to do the same.

"I will never bow down to your laws…" Derek said. "You still think you have a say in this all? You are wrong!"

"Derek!" another man stood right beside him. "Enough!" the man turned to Daniel "You! We don't want you here. I forbid you to ever enter my club ever again…!"

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When everyone was dancing again thanks to the owner of the club who offered everyone a free drink Derek took Stiles in one of the VIP Rooms. Stile's was still shaking from the incident.

"Are you okay?" Derek cradled Stiles face and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I think so. Derek? What the hell is going on?" Stiles asked.

Derek hushed Stiles and kissed his neck. "Nothing! Don't worry!" Derek ran his hands all over Stile's body. "You smell like him…god I want to mate you so much. Show them whom you belong to. Push you down right here and sink myself into you…!"

"I thought we already mated?" Stiles asked aroused.

"We kind of did but I have to bite you right here…!" Derek draws a spiral over Stiles heart. "While I am in you…so we were connected in two ways…!" Derek licked Stiles chest right over his heart.

"Why don't you do it then?" Stiles arched for Derek's touch.

"It is a big step and when we do it I want you to be sure…I am… and I can't ever live without you again. If you are sure, we do it when you graduate. Okay?"

Stiles nodded, grasping Derek's shirt and dragged him against him.

"I want you to push me against the wall…lift me up and fuck me senseless…!" Stiles begged. "Make me forget he touched me!"

Derek's eyes flashed blue and he growled when he lifted Stiles up and pressed him against the wall. "They have cameras in every VIP room…"

"I don't mind!" Stiles breathed hard. "They already know I belong to you…so you can show them what they'll never have! I love it when you get possessive let's show them how possessive you really are….!" Stiles whispered.

"Oh…god Stiles…!" Derek shoved Stiles harder against the wall. "I don't want you near that Daniel guy ever again… they are bad people…!" he franticly opened Stile's shirt, the buttons flying everywhere. Licking Stiles throat down over his chest he moaned. "You taste so good!"

Stiles head hit the wall with a thud and his eyes rolled back in his head. "Take a bite if you want!" Stiles offered.

Derek bit slightly in Stiles shoulder lapping at the broken skin. "I need to have you now!" Derek growled. He let his nails grow and shredded Stiles pants.

"I am still slick from our movie trip…hurry!" Stiles begged, hands around Derek's neck and lips roaming at his throat.

Derek plunged into Stiles and moaned. "Tight…heat…god Stile's I never let you go…ever again…hold tight…!" he ordered and Stile's obeyed.

He trusted deep into Stiles, moving nearly werewolf speed. Stiles moaned, his back rubbing at the wall and his cock trapped between their body's, pre-cum leaking and smearing at Derek's abs. Hitting that sweet point over and over again Stiles cries of pleasure filled the room.

"Derek!" he shouted and clenched when his orgasm hit him hard, cum spurting over Derek's stomach. Feeling Stiles clench around him Derek followed Stiles and shoots his load into Stiles.

They rode out their orgasm and Derek slowly lowered Stiles down on the floor.

"I love you!"

"I love you too!"

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Like magic there was a new pant for Stiles hanging outside the VIP Rooms door. Stiles laughed embarrassed blushing furiously red.

"I told you there are cameras hidden!" Derek said.

When they made their way downstairs they met Scott and Allison and were ready to go home when the owner of the club stopped them.

"Derek!"

"Dick!"

"If they give you trouble you can count on every pack from the north to help you out. Their laws are not ours either…it is time we fight for our rights….! Tell Peter hi from me!"

Derek nodded and led Stiles home.

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So what do you think about it? It took me long enough to write it. Reviews would be awesome. Suggest what's wrong with Daniel….or what or who he is.