(Dereks POV)
Why was he here? On earth? What's his purpose? Is it to be a FBI agent? Is he going to save someone really important? Is it to be a son? To help his father after his wife died? Was it to be a brother? To help Scott through alpha hood? Was it to be a boyfriend? For Lydia and Malia and every other person who gets him? Was he here to be my savior? For every time I think I can't take anymore. Was he made to save me? Why is he alive? I know my purpose. It's to be.... A brother, A cousin, A nephew, A landlord, A alpha, A father. I know others purpose. But he's not just those things. He's not simple! He's just a pathetic boy. But he's so different. He's not just his family's. Or his bosses. Or his lovers. Or me. he's not even all his. He's special. He's complex. He's amazing. H- "Ding. Dong." The front door chimed to my loft. I stood up. He's just on time. Like every day. "COMING." I shout. I buzz him in and he walks in happily. Like everyday. "Hi!" He chuckles. Like everyday. "Hello." I mumble. Like everyday. "How are you?" He questions standing at my door way. "Good. You?" I say. "Oh I'm okay. May I sit?" He politely asks. "Yes of course." I respond "Do you want something? A snack? A drink? Anything?" I inquire with a smirk. "A pop would be nice." He answers. I walk to the kitchen. By now I know he likes cold dr.pepper in a cup. So I poar him that. When I walk in there and give it to him his face lights up. "Thank you." He giggles. I sit down next to him. I guess he sat down when I had my back turned. "Derek?" He calls. I look at him "stiles." I respond. "What do you wanna talk about today?" He asks. "Oh. I don't know." I answer. "Well last time we talked it was about your parents. Do you wanna continue that or talk about something else?" He mumbles. "Something else." I whisper. "Do I have your consent to record this?" He asks. "Yes." I smile. He pulls his phone out and starts a recording. Not letting it face us but making sure that it could hear us. He takes off his shoes and jacket. By now he knows I don't care about feet on furniture so he lays his feet on the coffee table. "Can we talk about something on the list?" I ask. "Of course." He chuckles. "We have a few things. Do you have a specific thing in mind or do you want me to list some stuff?" He says. "Jealousy and obsession." I mumble. "Okay. Well as you know a lot of your jealousy problems stem from your mental health. You said that you currently have a, crush?" He explains "im a almost 30 year old man I don't have crushes." I correct him. He chuckles. "Ether way. Is it okay if I know who?" He asks. "You'll run away from me if I tell you." I answer. "No I won't. I'm here for you." He whispers. "I'll tell you after this... meeting, okay?" I ask. "Okay. Let's continue." He mumbles to himself. "Your aware that this isn't healthy correct? That... that's not love. It's obsession?" He asks. "It's love." I say. He gives me a empathetic smile. "Derek... it's not. Love is want. Not need. You want Your partner. Not need your partner. You want them there, you want them alive. You don't need them. I understand that in your head it's not like that... I get that sometimes you can feel like you need people. But the humans don't biologically need others." He explains. I slowly move closer to him. Getting into his personal space. I push myself over him. "I. Am. Not. A. human." I answer. I see a faint blush and panic on his face but he has excitement in his eyes. I stay there for a few moments before I lay down on his lap. "I know you don't need others. But I biologically do. I need my mate. I need." I groan. "Okay. I understand but. You've talked about wanting to kill innocent people. People who just look at them. That's to far." He says. "Your the one apart of r/yandere." I reply. Panic takes over his features. "How do you know that?" He asks. "You comment a lot. "Bruh. I may be a simp but I DEATHLY want a yandere dom daddy to grab me by the neck and tell me I'm his and only his." -yourdadsacuck. That's you right?" I spoke. "......let's get back on track. As you are a wolf man you do need of course. But.... Derek you live with humans. You live in a society of humans. You can't kill people cause your jealous. You are human presenting and you will be charged as a human. A crazy person." He says trying to get his words into my head. "Are you attracted to crazy people?" I ask. "Derek... if I answer the question can we move on?" He asks and I shake my head yes. "I do stick my dick in crazy. Like exclusively." He answers. I smile. "Do you understand what I'm saying? About the jealousy?" He questions. "Yes." I mumble. I sit up. "I don't wanna do this anymore today." I mumble again. He sighs. "I understand." He tries to stand up but I grab his wrist and pull him onto my lap. "Im not a bottom. But would you suck a crazy's dick?" I ask. He blushs hard. "Derek. Im trying to help you. Remember? This is a professional relationship. Im sorry if you feel like I led you on or anything but if I really wanna help you get better we can't have sex." He explains as if there's something in my head other then his pretty mouth rapped around my cock. I giggle. "Please..." I whine. He stands up. Pulling away from me. "No Derek. I understand that your attracted to me. And i like you too but... I can't... I wanna help you." He starts for the door. "Don't leave me." I mumble. He stops. "If you promise nothing sexual will happen I'll stay. Okay?" He whispers his back turned to me, "if that's what you wish I respect that. But please don't leave.". He turns back. "Okay. I bout left my Phone anyway." He mumbles. I laugh.
