Derek's Mate (1/1)
Title: Derek's Mate
Characters: Derek Hale
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: G
Word Count: 247
Summary: Derek hated Stiles. He had to.
Derek hated Stiles. He had to. The kid was loud and obnoxious and he had way too much energy for such a small body. And he was Derek’s exact opposite. Tall, lanky and awkward where Derek was hard and layered in muscle. He was light where Derek was dark. His skin was pale as snow. His lips were deliciously red and no matter how hard Derek tried, he couldn’t stop thinking of those lips trailing kisses down his chest.
Derek hated him and the way he moved reverently, like Stiles had even a miniscule hope of being graceful. And he was always surprised that Stiles could even manage to stumble his way through life so clumsily and still survive. Somehow. He hated the way Stiles’ Adam’s apple bobbed roughly in his throat and the way he could see and hear and feel Stiles’ pulse without even being near him.
He definitely hated him. He hated the way his nose turned up just a little and he hated the way he cut his hair close to his scalp. He hated the stupid flannel shirts that he always wore and the way he was always bouncing on his feet as the energy he tried so hard to constrain leaked out.
Derek found himself wondering what Stiles’ skin tasted like. Imagined running his tongue and his elongated canines across that pale, pale skin. He knew he would hate it.
Because Derek Hale hated everything. Even his mate.
Especially his mate.