Let's Play Hard to Get -Chapter One-
My First Sterek/Steter Fic Ever! :D I'm so excited! I hope you guys are excited about this as much as I am! This took me a while to figure out and I debated with myself if I wanted to this to be a chapter fic or not. Well, it is now. Enjoy the first chapter!Â
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Let's Play Hard to Get
Chapter One
Mild Language
Mild Sexual Content (No actual Smut)
Word Count: 4,781
Derek has always been a charmer. He is good looking and a natural at flirting. So he never expected a rejection, much less a rejection from Stiles Stilinski. It awakes a fire inside of Derek. The need to chase and claim. A primal instinct that Cora jokes is the equivalent to a mindless wolf. Derek doesnât care, he just knows that he wants Stiles in all possible ways. Then there is Peter, who suddenly just comes out of no where and makes the situation far more complicated than Derek had originally planned.
Derek had always been good at flirting. Regardless if it was the cute little number that was his tenth grader science teacher with the long blond hair and perfect hips, or the track star from his class who was so far in the closet that it was laughable, Derek could have just about anyone wrapped around his finger in a matter of minutes.
 He had a natural ability to learn and observe others that he was sure he inherited from his mother. He could pin down another beingâs likes and dislikes with a small exchange of words. Derek could flip them open and thumb through the pages of another person like an open book to find what made them tick. He didnât need to know everything, just enough to get them in bed.
 It really didnât help Derekâs ego that he was unfairly good looking all of his life and was fully aware of that fact. Ever since he hit puberty, he swooned almost every girl in his class with beautiful eyes and cocky words that had them nearly on their knees begging for Derek.
 Both literally and figuratively.
 They would beg for anything that Derek could offer. A simply smile, a wink even. The most luckiest of ladies usually only spent a few hours in his bed when his parents were gone.
 Not much had really changed as he grew older and became more attuned with his body. Derek matured well and he knew it. He added to his frame with workouts and good diets. The light dusting of stubble turned into a dark beard that women and men alike drooled over. His chest widened and his eyes darkened.
 Derek traded out the the t-shirts and faded jeans for a more appeasing attire of leather jackets, tight henleys and too tight jeans.
 The man figured out all too quickly how well dark henleys with a deep V neckline could close the deal on a one night stand.
 Top the list off with his fatherâs extremely helpful pointers on how to enchant the people around him, and Derek was a deadly and dangerous combination to any single sane person trying to hold on to their virginity.
 Derek Hale prided himself on the ability to get any woman that he wanted with the occasional male persuasion. Nobody could say ânoâ to his teenage charm then, and now nobody can say no to his sharp jawline and barely there chest hair.
 He couldnât even begin to list off all the men and women he had been with. He could honestly write a book and then a sequel about his sexapades inside and outside of Beacon Hills. His accumulating list of one night bangs and phone numbers that he cannot put names to does nothing to quench his ego.
 Derek Hale knows he is irresistible, and uses it to his advantage.
 All.The.Fucking.Time.
 Because, what is life if you donât use the gifts that youâve been handed?
 And while Derek is known as an animal in bed and could have any woman or man he so desired, Derek Hale remained a single man. Commitment was one of the few things he didnât want from another human being. The idea of settling for a single warm body was not the most appealing thought for him.
 He lives alone and works alone inside of the Preserve of Beacon Hills now that he is a grown adult.
 The man didnât go far after the fatal and untimely car accident that led to the death of both his parents during his years in College. Derek was only twenty-two at the time. Now at the tender age of twenty-eight, the accident seems so long ago.
 He returned home promptly after his final semester ended in May, and took over the business and affairs that his parents had left behind.
 He obtained the house that was theirs and he had fixed and altered it over time, but refuses to leave it for reasons he refuses to admit to himself or anybody else. Even though heâs had offers and money thrown at him, Derek still refuses to sell much of anything that belong to his mother and father at one point in time.
 Especially his own childhood home. The house that held so many memories that seemed too empty now, even with luxurious furniture and rooms full of family pictures.
 And it is that large house that Derek finds himself in when the Sheriff and his gangly Deputy come knocking during the late afternoon. There is not much that goes on in Beacon hills, crime wise, and it piques Derekâs curiosity as to what could pull the Sheriff out from behind his desk and mountains of paper work.
 Beacon Hills is a small town that is out of the way and doesnât really fit the description of a murdererâs hunting grounds.
 However, even in Beacon Hills, little boys can get lost in dense and never ending woods of the Hale preserve and surrounding area.
 âI just wanted to let you know what we will be doing and that we will be cutting through the preserve.â Sheriff John states as he stands in the middle of the kitchen, hand casually sitting on his belt as if that was how his body just naturally fell. Even though he held a stance of authority and unwavering strength, Derek could still clearly see signs of age and tiredness.
 John had been the Sheriff since Derek was a small child. He owned his job and stood tall as the man to get the job done when a crisis actually did occur in Beacon Hills. He a firm force of nature that never budge and the years of hard work did little to fade the stubborn spirit of John Stilinski.
 From the lines of old age that crossed his face to the dark circles that hung underneath Johnâs eyes, it was clear that John body was beginning to protest at Johnâs stubborn spirit. Derek honestly couldnât remember a time when Sheriff John didnât look like a tired mess. Especially not after his wife died.
 The deputy, one that Derek was not familiar with, was far from the same demeanor as John was. He was young, that much was certain. If Derek had to guess, the boy was new on the job and was not nearly as broken in as John was. It would make sense considering that John had brought the boy along.
 Usually the Sheriff enjoyed working alone. It gave him time to think and relax, regardless of the case he was working on.
 Johnâs deputy was extremely less still. He fidgeted to the point that it was almost annoying, and his eyes could never stay focused on a single thing for more than thirty seconds before moving onto something completely different. The deputy was almost the equivalent of a doe staring directly into headlights, except that Derek could see kidâs brain working behind those whiskey colored eyes.
 The deputy, from what Derek could tell, was examining everything around him and taking it in, piece by piece. He was an observer, much like Derek, just not nearly as good if Derek had to take a guess.
 He didnât say much to John or Derek, and opted to play with the belt loops of his trousers than to engage in the conversation.
 Every now and then, Derek could hear the faint mumbles from the younger male when John would buzz over some of the details of the search for the missing boy. Derek began to believe that he was doing it subconsciously, because the Deputy would never fully turn to speak at them, nor would he move his eyes to them, instead they continued to flicker around the room.
 It was finally when all things were said and done did John turn to the Deputy and firmly smack him on the back with a hearty laugh.
 âI suppose I havenât introduced you two yet.â the sheriff said with a smile that could put a 100 watt bulb to shame. âOf course, I almost forgot about you. Youâre being unnaturally quiet today.â The older man added with a second laugh.
 âDerek, this is my new deputy and my son, Stiles. Usually, I canât get him to shut upâ John was obviously extremely happy and proud to be uttering those words. Derek would put money down that John introduced Stiles like that to everyone and probably did it twice for good measure to people who already knew.
 The deputy, Stiles, finally settled his gaze on Derek and offered a polite smile and the dark haired man was finally able to look at him properly.
 Stiles was kind of cute. Heâs  lean, skin pulled taut against muscle hidden underneath the fabric of the shirt tucked into Stilesâ pants. Lithe muscles underneath smooth, marble skin that had endless patterns of freckles and moles.
 The uniform did absolutely no justice to what lay underneath. Everytime Stiles moved, the fabric of the shirt would lay flat against him, and showcase the smooth flat stomach Stiles had, or the slightly muscles biceps of his arms. Yet, when he relaxed, the shirt would hide everything that Stiles had to offer.
 Derek almost felt guilty for wanting to strip the kid down and have a look for himself.
 Almost.
 He feels his fingers twitch slightly at the thought of tearing off that stupid brown shirt and play connect the dots with the moles that surely dotted the skin on his chest.
 It takes a subtle cough from the deputy for Derek to realize that Stiles is holding his hand out and waiting for Derek to shake it. He does, giving Stiles a smile that could pass for carnivorous.
 A predator stalking around its prey.
 They fell back into conversation about the missing boy after John feels that Stiles had been sufficiently introduced to one of the most prominent figures inside of Beacon Hills.
 As John continues to talk about the parameters and search areas and how they were going to concentrate on the river that crossed through the preserve, Derek continued to eyeball Stiles when it was not obvious.
 Stiles was simply too cute to pass up on and Derek could almost smell the inexperience on the kid. The way he moved with hesitation and how it seemed he didnât really have control over his body. It would be all too used to swoop in and wooh the kid into the bed for one night.
 Derek was sure that he could probably teach Stiles and thing or two.
 Or three.
 Probably seven.
 The dark haired man could almost picture how Stiles would be. He could see him on his knees, curious and needing direction. Derek would coach him, coo at him in a soft voice because that is what Stiles would need to come undone.
 He would praise Stiles on how well he learned and how easy he took direction.
 Derek swallowed thickly, coming back from his mild daydream only to feel his dick stir with the sudden arousal. He was going to embarrass himself real fast if he didnât get his imagination in check. He would have all the time in the world to flaunt a hard-on around Stiles when he got the boy back into his home without Papa Stilinski in the immediate vicinity.
 So Derek waited, talked with the Sheriff some more and even offered his help in a sort of attempt to earn brownie points with Deputy Stiles. Â
 Finally, after some brief parting words, John asked to use the restroom before they left. Derek thanked the gods for a weak bladder.
 Derek was all to happy to show him down the hall.
 And when they were left alone, Derek simmered in the silence for a minute, letting his eyes trace over the curves and lines of Stiles one more time before he decided to make his move.
 It has been a while since Derek had been laid, and it was as if God himself had sent Stiles to him to break the dry spell Derek had put himself in. Derek would be ashamed if he let Stiles walk out his door without a phone number and something to think about.
 âSo-â Derek breathes out, a charming smile curling his mouth upwards as he leans against the kitchen counter. âHow long have you been working with your dad?â He attempts to act slightly nervous, knowing that overconfidence would probably drive Stiles away like a scared little rabbit.
 âA few months.â Stiles replies, a brief and cut off statement as he lets his eyes glance over Derek before moving away and refocusing on something else. He seems rather preoccupied with one of the family photos that is kept on the refrigerator.
 âDo you like it so far?â Derek asked, crossing his arms over his chest, making a display of himself for Stiles to thoroughly enjoy.
 âYep.â Stiles shrugged, tapping his foot and glancing down the hallway where his dad had disappeared to. The deputy seemed impatient and it was quiet possible that Derek was flustering him. The older man nearly beamed on the inside.
 âThats good. Its hard to enjoy something youâre not thoroughly into.â Derek replied as he nonchalantly moved closer to Stiles, standing just a few feet from him now. He gave the boy his best smile, one that was all teeth and bright eyes.
 âSo how long have you been in Beacon Hills?â Derek inquired when Stiles didnât engage the conversation and the silence had extended until it was a bit awkward.
 âI got back a couple of months ago.â Stiles was being awful abrupt and Derek assumed it was because he might be a little shy. Derek couldnât wait to break through that.
 âAh. College I guess?â Derek chuckled.
 âThe Academy. Iâve been done with College for a while.â Stiles snapped and the irritation was very clear in his voice. It was actually a bit off putting for Derek.
 âSo, maybe. When you clock off, you can let me take you out-â
 âNot even in your dreams, nice try though.â Stiles smiled, giving Derek the shittiest grin that he could muster before his father appeared from the hall.
 âReady to go, son?â
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 Stiles Stilinski had got back to Beacon Hills only a few months ago. He hadnât even been back long enough to unpack all his boxes and truly settle into his small little apartment on the South edge of Beacon Hills.
 He could remember vividly how he wanted to bad to get out the shabby little town that had raised him and sheltered him from the world outside of California.
 The day he graduated high school, he had all his things packed and he waited out the long four weeks until he could move into the dorms at Berkeley. The day couldnât come fast enough and even though his father cried manly tears and Scott might of hugged him far too tight, Stiles went off to start his own life.
 He wanted to start his own adventure.
 Berkeley was indeed an adventure and he met people there that he would have never of fathomed of inside Beacon Hills. There were the parties and the pretty girls and attractive guys and Stiles wouldnât trade his four years and his English Degree for the world.
 It was not enough, though. He wanted more and he wanted to do things with his life before he got old. However, even at twenty-two when Stiles had graduated college, Stiles felt he was old. He traveled and traveled and traveled some more. He saw more of the world before he even turned Twenty-three than most would ever seen in a lifetime.
 Yet, even during his travels, Stiles longed for the comfort of home after some time. Crossing borders and seeing exotic sights was amazing and left him with memories that would never fade.
 Yet, doing all those things and living such an exciting and fast paced life made Stiles remember his true home. He fondly remembered the quiet town that he was born and raised in. It didnât appeal to him when he was younger nor did it appeal to his need to know and grow and learn about the world, but the saying was very true that there was no place like home.
 After traveling to his heartâs content across the East Coast and finding himself within the borders of Jamaica on a spontaneous trip, Stiles had found his way home sooner than anyone had guessed.
 Stiles Stilinski moved back to Beacon Hills shortly after completely his time at the Regional Police Academy. He had just turned twenty-four.
 The brunette almost chuckled every now and then thinking about the irony of his situation now. It was nothing for him to be locked up in some of the cells that crowded the Sheriffâs office. It was not uncommon for his father to handcuff him to a bar protruding from the wall just so he could get some work done and not have to worry about Stiles galavanting around and causing his usual amount of mischief. It was not necessarily the best parent tactic, but Stiles figured that he could have turned out a whole lot worse.
 Now, Stiles was the one practically running the joint. To be honest, Stiles never saw himself as being the Deputy of Beacon Hills. He saw himself coming back in twenty years or something of the sort and teaching English to some braindead students at the high school that Stiles had to endure.
 He never pictured that he would qualify and obtained the occupation of Deputy, with the very likely chance of promoting up to Sheriff if his dad ever decided to step down.
 Being back home brought good memories and bad. Stiles had run so fast away from Beacon Hills, now he couldnât imagine being any other place. The East Coast was great, and Jamaica was a dream come true when he was down there.
 However, Beacon Hills is were his mother gave birth to him. Where is motherâs final resting place was. Beacon Hills were he had his first kiss and his first crush. The little small and out of the way town held all the memories in the world. The moment Stiles crossed back over the town limits, all the memories came flooding back to him in a rush.
 Like a large breath of fresh and sweet air mixed with a small but pungent scent of sewage.
 And amongst the beautiful and bitter memories was a single man that Stiles figured was long gone out of his life even before Stiles himself left for College.
 Stiles remembered Derek Hale most definitely. The name would forever be burned into the side of Stilesâ brain like a bad scar. One he could mildly ignore, but couldnât completely forget.
 Stiles was nothing more than a Freshman when Derek was a senior in High School. The large gap between them in the superficial cast system kept them from running in the same circles, but it never stopped Stiles from noticing the dark haired sex god.
 He had developed the biggest crush on Derek when Stiles had first laid eyes on the man. It had been the first day of lacrosse practice when Stiles had stumbled onto the field nothing but lanky fifteen year old legs and thin, scrawny arms.
 Derek had been nothing short of an Adonis on the field. Running plays and criss-crossing through the field as that was the only thing he knew how to do.
 It hurt more than it should have to watch Derek flirt with everything that moved. He didnât discriminate much on preference. Derek hit on tits and, as Stiles found out later in his Junior Year when Derek came back as alumni to watch the Lacrosse Championship, Derek also hit on tight young senior boys who played well on the field.
 Stiles felt like the only person Derek didnât look at twice was Stiles himself.
 And while Stiles would have loved for Derek to look his way and share his bed, Stiles was never one for the one night stands that Derek indulged himself in. Stiles was one the kind of person who was a committed and die hard romantic and the problem with that was that Stiles fell hard for a man he could never really have.
 Stiles would eagerly listen to Cora as they sat in a study circle with Scott and Allison, as she rattled off all the annoying things Derek did as an older brother. Stiles probably hung on to each word far too much.
 And honestly, Derek was a really nice guy behind it all. He was smart and well rounded even if he didnât like it show it to others. He doted on Cora when no one was looking and he loves animals with a passion.
 And knowing extremely more about Derek than he would ever admit only made Stiles want Derek even more.
 No matter how much Stiles day dreamed and fantasized about Derek, was clear that Derek was a player and wouldnât change his way and Stiles had pushed his small and insignificant crush into the back of his mind and locked it away and got on with his high school career.
 It didnât cross his mind again the minute he left Beacon Hills to further himself and his career.
 That was until Stiles walked into Derekâs home as the new Deputy and all the memories and the wants and his stupid, idiotic crush all rushed forward in a blazing fire that it almost knocked over Stiles. He began to fidget instinctively just to keep his words and emotions all inside of himself instead of spewing out like a leaky faucet.
 And while it was thrilling and made Stiles sort of smug that Derek was finally fucking looking at him, and obviously was eye fucking him across the kitchen counter, Stiles didnât want a single thing to do with the older man.
 Stiles was still the same old Stiles. He was still a boy who wanted romance and love. He wasnât ready to deal with the hurt that came after the pleasure of having a night with Derek. Stiles is already too attached to a man that barely knows him.
 Stiles was too attached to a man that only wanted his body. The thought alone left such a bitter taste in the young manâs mouth the he just wanted to spit right in Derekâs face.
 So he shoots Derek down the minute the other man suggests going out, though his dick and heart thoroughly protest.
 The look on Derekâs face made it extremely better for Stiles for the time being. The utter look of surprise nearly had Stiles doubling over in a fit of giggles. He wanted to dance around and rub it into Derekâs face that he couldnât have everything he wanted, but Stiles refrained because it would be completely unprofessional of him.
 Instead of a snarky remark or retry like Stiles expected, Derek simply turned to the Sheriff who was returning from using the bathroom. Stiles didnât question why it took his dad forever to return.
 âIf you need anything out there, donât be afraid to contact me.â Derek smiled a genuine smile, not the cheshire bullshit he pulled on Stiles a few minutes ago.
Stiles wanted to gag on the sticky sweetness that Derek could pull out in front of his dad. The sheriff might be fooled, but Stiles was not. Stiles had went to school with Derek for brief and utterly short year.
 Stiles knew the damn game Derek liked to play.
 ---
 Derek was not used to a âNo.â Not from the girl from the bar that he sent home just last Saturday, to the cute little cashier from the grocery store with the tight ass. Nobody really ever said no to his approach.
 His approaches were usually flaw-proof.
 Heâs not creepy and weird nor does he force himself on other people. If he thought about it long enough, Derek was sure that his morality was a bit ambiguous but he was not the type of man to actually force himself if there was a clear and defined âNo.â
 Derek might try to be persuasive at times and his physique to his advantage partnered with his natural charm, but he was not the kind of guy to drug a drink.
 Stilesâs rejection was sudden and ice cold against his ego. The sharp edge to his tone and the finality in his voice has Derek reeling. It almost sounded like a challenge.
 And as the Deputy and Sheriff left, Derek moved around his large home, going back to his house chores that had been interrupted by the Sheriff and Officer Tight Ass.
 Sometimes, Derek felt like his home was too large, but then he would bring home a young hot thing who would coo over the size and assume he was the ticket to an easy life and somehow he got a better fuck out of it.
 The only reason he was able to obtain the house was because of his linage. His parents had several ties in Real Estate and other various things. A preserve itself never could pay for the house Derek lounged in and neither could pen name writings that accumulated a small amount of income.
 With the death of his parents suddenly with the car crash, the Hale Siblings had scattered. Derek was old enough to obtain the Preserve and live comfortably among himself. Laura high tailed it to New York, determined to outrun the truth and refuse to face her own demons. Yet somehow she managed to start up her own business and seemed to be doing well from her emails and text messages. Cora lingered only a while. Long enough to finish school and no longer be under the legal care of Derek.
 Its in that memory of Cora that Stiles sneaks his way into Derekâs brain. It comes back to him suddenly and the man realizes that he has seen Stiles before.
 Cora had been classmates with the used to be lanky kid. He was tall and thin but lacked any grace at all. He used to bench warm for the Lacrosse team for Derekâs entire Senior Year. He didnât actually see Stiles play until he came back from College one year to watch the new team play for homecoming. He had grown into his body slightly, but was still awkward as hell, on and off the field.
 It was as if Stiles had blossomed from there on out. He was no longer the annoying little shit, albeit attractive in a cute and naive sort of way, that would purposefully walk slowly in front of Derekâs Camaro just to be an asshole when he was there to pick up Cora.
 Stiles had left Beacon Hills and come back different. He had matured and gained culture and knowledge and a nice ass as well.
 Stiles was the Deputy know. It was an occupation that Derek was surprised Stiles chose. He was no longer the annoying ass kid from high school but a man now.
 Derek would be the first to admit that Stiles aged like fine wine. He had a more confident look now and his body held a strong and determined physique. It makes Derekâs mouth water at the thought of touching every inch of Stiles.
 To indulge himself into the transformed man would be like heaven on Earth. It was no longer just âStiles.â
 It was âOfficer Stilinski.â
 Maybe it was the edge of his tone. The utter defiance and lack of swooning that made Derek pant. It could be the fact that Stiles didnât bend so easily under lustful azed and sweet words or charming smiles that makes Derek want it that much more.
 And Derek wants it. He wants it so bad that he can almost feel Stiles under him as he thrusts into the other so hard that the headboard bounces against the wall.
 He wants to ever so much bend Stiles over a desk and show the kid what heâs been missing in life.
 Derek is never usually the one the give chase. A single flashy smile and heâs got his prey trapped and ready to fuck.
 Stiles is an obvious challenge though.
 The idea of a challenge doesnât sound half bad to Derek at all.
 Derek usually gets what he wants in the end. The idea of breaking Stilesâs will and seducing the younger man only makes Derekâs dick that much harder.
 âI need to go jerk one off if Iâm ever going to get this house cleanâ
