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PLEASE READ> A/N: Hello my precious children (wow that was a little creepy) it's been a longish ride, but this is probably going to be the last chapter of The Repairman Next Door! I know, sad times, but hey all good things must come to an end or something (I may or may not do a bonus chapter). On the bright side, I'm thinking of starting a new boy x boy story with all original characters! What's that you say? Sharingan4 can't do stories with original characters? Let me tell you a thing. Yes I can. Well, I can try. ANYWAY, the chapter for that is up so please read it it'd mean so much. I LOVE YOU FOR READING THIS!

Stiles

For the first time in a long time, Stiles was having dinner made for him by Scott and Isaac as they prepared for a gaming marathon. Stiles hadn't had spaghetti and meatballs in a long time and the scent of tomato sauce drifting in from the kitchen was making his mouth water.

"Please hurry guys, or I might start eating the couch." Stiles whined.

"Your couch, your problem." Isaac chuckled from the doorway. Stiles glared at him, but pat the other side of the couch gesturing for him to sit. Isaac strolled over and flopped down, brushing his hair from his eyes.

"You need a haircut, Lahey."

"As do you. What happened to the beloved buzz cut?" He grinned.

"Eh. I kinda like having longer hair, gives me more options, ya know?" Stiles explained, as Isaac listened.

"Stiles." The blond said quietly, Stiles didn't like the change in his tone.

"What?" He replied, but Isaac simply eyed him as if he should know.

"Are you okay? Have you seen Derek?" He asked, a look of concern on his usually cheeky features. Stiles sighed and sat forward, not particularly wanting to look directly at his friend.

"I guess... I mean I saw him the other day outside the hardware store but he didn't see me." He recounted.

"And...?" Isaac urged, knowing there was more to it than Stiles was letting on.

"It just reminded me of how much I still like him. I really don't think I'll be getting over him any time soon." He admitted, swallowing the lump growing in his throat. Isaac patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"It gets worse before it gets better, Stilinski. As clichéd as it sounds." Stiles simply nodded at his friends words, not trusting himself to say something pathetically sad.

Moments later, Scott hurried into the room balancing three bowls in his arms, Isaac jumped up to help him. The three squeezed onto the couch and began stuffing their faces with spaghetti, making obscene noises at how good it tasted.

"Seriously Scott, open a restaurant." Stiles groaned. Isaac made some kind of muffled noise in agreement.

"I don't know if it's that good, but thanks." Scott laughed, ever the modest one. Once the guys had finished, Stiles took their bowls out to the kitchen, soaked them and returned to start the game. Just as they were handing out controllers, they heard a noise from Derek's apartment through the hole. The three stood still, listening in.

Just as Stiles was about to speak, there was a deafening bang coming from the wall that separated their apartments.

"What the hell?" Scott whisper-shouted. Another bang followed, and cracks began to form in the wall.

"Uh, Derek?" Stiles called out nervously. There was no response.

Suddenly, the bangs increased in speed and force and Stiles' mind flashed back to seeing Derek coming out of the store with the giant hammer. Was this what he'd bought it for? Soon, the wall crumbled down the middle and they all sat on the floor in awe at the sight of Derek wielding the huge hammer.

"Derek, what on earth are you doing?!" Stiles yelled, jumping up to stop him.

"Stand back." He ordered him forcefully, sending shivers down Stiles' spine. Derek began attacking the remaining edges of the wall until there was no barrier between their living rooms. Stiles could only stand and stare, slack jawed.

When he was apparently satisfied with his work, he stepped through the giant hole he'd made and grabbed Stiles and hugged him so tightly the breath was knocked out of him.

"I'm in love with you, Stiles. I won't accept that you're with these two, whatever kind of screwed up relationship this is. I want you and I won't stop until I have you." Derek whispered breathlessly.

"Hold up, what? With those two? They're my best friends, they're together!" Stiles squeaked. Derek pulled back to stare at him in surprise.

"W-what?"

"Scott and Isaac, they've been my friends since high school." Stiles explained. "They're like annoying little brothers."

"Annoying little brothers that have sex." Isaac added helpfully.

Derek's face turned bright red and his mouth opened and closed in shock.

"So you're not... They're... Shit." He stammered, letting Stiles go and stepping back. "I'm such an idiot."

"Kinda." Stiles smiled sympathetically. "Also you could have just knocked."

Derek ran a hand through his hair and looked at the ground, evidently embarrassed.

"Stiles, I really don't know what to say other than sorry." He murmured, eyes never leaving the floor. Stiles took his hand tentatively and squeezed.

"It's okay, Derek. I understand." When he said that, Derek looked up, making eye contact. His mouth was slightly open, the statement had clearly meant something more to him. He pulled Stiles back in to a more gentle embrace.

"I just never want to be apart from you again." Derek whispered. "I've never been in love with anyone before and it's... I don't know how to handle it." Stiles stroked his hair, the man was evidently emotionally decomposed, the scent of alcohol just noticeable on his breath.

"Guys, you mind if we postpone the game night?" Stiles addressed his friends and they nodded hurriedly, and got up. Once Stiles heard the door close, he planted a kiss on Derek's cheek. He led Derek to the couch and they sat down together, Derek's arms tight around Stiles.

"Really Stiles, I'm sorry I made those assumptions." Derek murmured. Stiles nodded slowly.

"I know, I get how it looked but really you should have just asked me." He scolded lightly, he felt Derek's head nod.

They sat in silence for a while, simply bathing in the acceptance that had settled between them. Having Derek in his arms felt so right, Stiles didn't think he'd ever move again. Unfortunately, he wasn't given a choice as Derek pulled back to look at him.

"Can we start again?" He asked, his eyes pleading.

Stiles got up, pulling Derek with him.

"Okay, let's start again." He held out a hand to Derek who watched him in confusion. "Hi, my name's Stiles, I'm your neighbour." Derek shook his hand, but didn't let go.

"I'm Derek, and you're not my neighbour." He said firmly. Stiles cocked his head in confusion.

"You're the most beautiful person I've ever known."

*

Derek

"You know, I have to say I'm a little surprised, my dear nephew." Derek rolled his eyes at his uncle's comment as he stepped back to assess the damage to the wall, a hand on his chin. "I'm also struggling to care that much." He concluded. Derek glanced at Stiles who was watching his uncle Peter with interest.

"If you two break up, you're fixing this." He said firmly, but grinned mischievously all the same.

"Perks of your uncle being the owner of the building, huh." Stiles chuckled and the sweet sound of his voice put a small smile on Derek's face.

"It was nice meeting you Stiles. Take care of my nephew." Peter winked, causing Stiles to blush furiously.

"Get out, Peter." Derek sighed. His uncle raised his hands in surrender and showed himself out, a smirk still on his face. "Sorry about him." Derek apologised once the door had closed. Stiles didn't appear to care, he simply smiled and took a few steps closer to him, an interesting look in his eyes.

"You know that night we went out for a beer?" He started, the nerves barely noticeable in his tone.

"Mhm?"

"We never uh, finished what we started." He finished, his cheeks pink. Derek cocked an eyebrow, his interests piqued.

"And what exactly did we start?" Derek asked, feigning innocence. Stiles rolled his eyes and edged closer.

"You know..."

"I don't know, Stiles. I think you're going to have to show me." Derek replied, struggling to keep his expression serious, relishing the look of pure embarrassment on Stiles' features.

Out of nowhere, Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's neck and kissed him with abandon. His soft lips against his own were enough to rouse Derek completely. His own hands snaked around the younger man's waist and pulled him hard, cementing their bodies together.

All of a sudden the clothes that covered their skin felt too hot, like an unbearable barrier that they desperately needed to get rid of, and they did just that. Derek tackled Stiles to the ground, the softness of the red rug cushioning the fall. Their heavy breathing matched as they ran their hands all over each other, unable to get enough of one another.

"I need you, now." Stiles exhaled, staring Derek straight in his eyes. The gorgeous whiskey colour of Stiles' were tantalising, Derek almost wished he could swim in them.

"Time to test the bed I fixed?"

"Absolutely."

*

Making love to Stiles was an experience unparalleled to any other. The way his back arched in sheer pleasure, and the seductive moans that slipped through his lips, Derek had never been so in awe of a person. Derek made sure to kiss and run his tongue over every inch of his stunning skin, subconsciously noting the beauty marks that were scattered over it.

He wanted nothing else but to please Stiles, to make him feel so good his legs shook. He didn't stop once to think about himself as he thrust deeply into the man he'd so quickly developed a deep passion for. Stiles' hands on his own skin burned pleasantly, and the way he buried his hands in Derek's hair and tugged set a fire deep inside him.

Derek's desire constantly switched between wanting to be sweet and slow with Stiles and show him how deeply he cared for him, to wanting to fuck him so thoroughly he wouldn't be able to walk, and Derek would have to carry him everywhere and do everything for him.

Stiles felt so good around him, it put Derek into such a state of disarray, his mind was running amok with fantasies of getting down on one knee, to getting down on both knees all over again. He was sure there would be noise complaints to attend to by the time it hit three in the morning, but Derek didn't care. He wanted everyone to know.

The atmosphere as they climaxed together was one of pure love and irresistible attraction, and as they fell back into the sheets, it was set in stone. Stiles was who Derek would spend the rest of his life with.

They lay for what felt like hours, fingers interlinked and still a little short for breath, but he was the happiest he'd ever been in his entire life. Stiles' voice was what brought him out of his reverie.

"Derek?"

"Mm?"

"I'm pretty sure that I'm in love with the repairman next door."

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