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1lostoneTitle: Hey There Little Red...
Fandom: Teenwolf (shame. I have none.)
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 9500, this chapter, 53,000 complete.
Warnings: *highlight for spoilers: H/C, Angst, POSSIBLE spoilers for upcoming episodes, rimming, first-time, knotting, possessive behavior... and uh, yeah. Underage. I don't know how old Stiles is in the show, but for my peace of mind he's going to be seventeen. Later chapters have squick in the format of (possible) bloodplay- okay, not really but some of you might think so, and death of a minor character.
Summary: (Post ep for S2e04) Stiles knew that agreeing to meet Lydia in the middle of the damn woods, in the middle of the damn night wasn't one of his best ideas. Really. He did.
A/N: This is my first fic in this fandom. Thanks to and
jihime47 for taking a look at this the first chapter of this for me, jlm121 has the patience of a saint. Without her I wouldn't know what Sterek is. Also endless thanks to 
diva0789 for the read-through and beta.
The crack of the twig breaking was like a gunshot. In the time that Stiles was able to twitch in reaction, Derek had whirled, crouched low to the ground.
“Isn’t this cozy?” Victoria Argent’s voice was cold; a false saccharine to it that made Stiles’ skin absolutely crawl. Derek next to him growled low in his throat, shifting slightly. Of course. Of course they weren’t out of this yet.
“Don’t move, Hale.” Stiles froze. Victoria’s gun wasn’t pointed at Derek, but directly at Stiles’ forehead. “Must be terrible for you, saddled with these two humans.” Stiles couldn’t look away from the cold, dark muzzle of the gun. To his exhausted eyes, it looked huge. “You know your reflexes are slow. Of course you could take a chance with this one’s life....” Her smile made Stiles want to throw up. “But I don’t recommend it.”
“Victoria...” Chris Argent’s voice when he spoke to his wife was low, rough as he tried to sit up.
Stiles was afraid to look away, either at the sound that Derek was still making or at Mr. Argent’s weak protest. It was almost scarier the way there was absolutely no change in expression on her face as the bruised and bloodied man she’d been married to for over seventeen years spoke.
“Now, Victoria. That’s no way to speak to our guests. Why, I believe that’s the Sheriff’s boy. Mr. Stilinski, correct?”
Stiles nodded woodenly. It was one thing for the principal of the school to know your father. But it was completely another to know that someone absolutely batshit insane knew your name.
“See, normally this might be a tad awkward, wouldn’t you say?” Allison’s grandfather smiled and Stiles flinched back from the menace he saw there. “We tend to frown upon our kind associating with... animals. And lookee here.” He waved the crossbow around. “Looks like you’re on the wrong side of this little line in the sand, son.”
Chris Argent opened his mouth, but his father just spoke over him, as though completely ignoring his existence. “Oh, I’m sure your father will find it very interesting that you broke into our home with your little friends to save this dumb.... beast. Your reunion was very touching.”
Victoria snorted. “Revolting.”
Derek started to step forward, but froze again as Allison’s grandfather casually pointed the crossbow at Stiles’ heart. From this angle it looked big enough to take down a bear, let alone one scrawny human. Stiles licked his lips. “Okay so... are you guys going to let us go? Allison said that the code means that you can’t hurt us. Derek hasn’t killed anyone.”
Gerard’s affable smile twisted. “Derek Hale is responsible for the death of my daughter. One minute she’s leading him merrily around by his dick and the next, she’s confessing to me that she didn’t think she could go through with the plan. Ridiculous, really the way these beasts worm their way into our lives. It only took moments to convince her that the only way to redeem her place with her family was to obliterate everything her ...beloved....” his laugh made Stiles’ fists clench. “... held dear.” Gerard’s smile twisted. “Well, as dear as something like that can hold anyway.”
Stiles knew that Derek had hooked up with Kate once upon a time. He’s always kind of assumed that Kate had just been completely coocoo for cocoa puffs, and had been working alone- without guidance or approval from the rest of the Argent clan. Now though, Stiles could only hear his heartbeat as Gerard Argent’s words sunk in. He had convinced own daughter to kill Derek’s family?
Derek’s growl, a low, furious sound that had almost became background noise, completely stopped. Stiles had the bizarre urge to cower away from the werewolf behind him, afraid of the potential for violence coiled inside in the heat he could feel just behind him. Stiles knew that violence was looking for a moment to escape. He chanced a quick look out of the corner of his eye. Derek was completely still as he crouched there, his gaze flicking from Victoria to Gerard.
“ It’s unfortunate that you have wormed your way into this, Mr. Stilinski, but I’m sure that you understand that It really wouldn’t be in our best interests to let you go. And based on what we saw, it will hurt him so very much more if he watches your guts spill onto the ground and he knows that he’s the reason that you’re dead.”
“Uh. No. Actually I think that’s kind of an epically shitty idea.”
“Language, Mr. Stilinski. Now. Move away from the animal.”
Stiles was glad that he was already on his knees, or he probably would have fainted. As it was he already felt light-headed. Still, he managed a creaky-sounding, “No.” out of a throat thick with fear.
“Stiles.” Derek’s voice was colder than Stiles had ever heard it.
“No!”
Gerard raised an eyebrow. “One.”
Stiles’ heartbeat stopped, then thundered so loudly that he couldn’t hear anything else. This was really gonna happen. His gaze darted crazily from Allison’s mom to Allison’s grandfather, like this was still some kind of joke. Like Allison would burst through the woods any second all, “Haha! Just kidding!”
But no.
They were going to use him as a way to hurt Derek even more. Even worse was the realization that if Stiles wasn’t there, Derek could take the two of them with no problem. Even hurt as he was, and sick with wolfsbane poisoning, Stiles knew Derek could kill any of the humans in front of him. He was just that fast. But not even Derek could stop a bullet and a crossbow at once. Not at this close of a range. If the two Argents were standing more closely together...but no. They had hunted too many other creatures together, and were standing just far enough from each other...
“Two.”
Stiles wanted to say something. He wanted to do something ridiculously dramatic. He didn’t want his dad to have to identify his body. Stiles started to turn his body towards Derek, feeling his lips tremble.
“Thr--”
Stiles choked on his scream when he heard the gunshot. Whimpered when he heard the pnnnnng! of a crossbow being fired; slammed into the ground when he heard a second gunshot. Stiles blinked up at the sunlight through the trees, waiting for the pain or blackness or--
“Stiles! ”
Derek.
Stiles blinked, looking up where Derek, leaned over him, flashing back to when Stiles had been paralyzed by the toxin. Derek had looked concerned then. Now, he looked half-crazed.
It took Stiles a moment to realize that he hadn’t actually been shot; that Derek had saved him... that he didn’t feel any pain because Derek kept running his hands over Stiles’ chest, looking for a wound. The crossbow bolt that he’d somehow caught was mangled next to them, broken into splinters.
“I. I’m--”
“Stiles!!” His dad’s roar made Stiles flinch. Stiles pushed himself up on his elbows, watching as his dad crouched down beside where he lay on the forest floor, still blinking stupidly up at Derek. Stiles felt his dad’s warm hands on his shoulders and froze for a second, all at once overwhelmed, not entirely sure he wasn’t dreaming.
Stiles sat up, staring at the bullet pushing itself out of Derek;s chest. Unthinkingly, he cupped his hand under the wound right under his left pectoral muscle. Stiles watched as it popped out with a sick, sucking sound, the blood-coated bullet landing in the palm of his hand. He heard his dad’s swift inhalation of breath as Derek’s skin healed itself, watched as muscle and sinew and tendon knitting back together, then he was being hauled forward by his shirt out of his dad’s grip, Derek’s lips brushing lightly over his as he buried his nose under Stiles’ ear again, just holding him tightly, slowly breathing in Stiles’ scent.
Which probably smelled pretty gross, now that Stiles thought about it. He wasn’t actually one-hundred percent sure that he hadn’t accidentally pissed himself.
“Sheriff? Everything okay here?”
“What?”
His dad still sounded stunned.
“I thought that they’d shot him for sure. Hate those guys. Thought so ever since the crazy one torched the Hale house. But I don’t see any bullet wounds.”
Stiles pushed slightly away from Derek as his dad cleared his throat.
“The shot must have went wide.” His dad still didn’t sound all the way convinced. “Did you call a medic for Mr. Argent?”
“Yes, sir.” The deputy walked off, speaking into his walkie-talkie. Dazed, Stiles saw two other officers cuffing Gerard, who continue to stare at Stiles as though he could kill him with his eyes alone.
Stiles froze as he remembered that there had been two other shots. Something flickered over Derek’s face when he stepped away. “What--?” Stiles looked up at Derek, saw the way his eyes gleamed red then resumed the more familiar, but no less deadly green.
“The woman shot you. The old man shot at you. Chris...” Derek jerked his head towards where Victoria Argent lay crumpled on the ground, sightless eyes staring unblinkingly up at the sky. Derek seemed twitchy, like he was just barely holding himself together.
Stiles started, blinking owl-eyed at Chris Argent, who held the gun that he used to shoot his wife out to Stiles’ father, looking blank. The wound on his chest was bleeding again, either broken open when Derek slung him out of the basement or later when he’d kept his wife from killing Stiles.
The shriek from the woods made him jump and Allison almost knocked Stiles over as she ran by. The gun hit the forest floor with a thunk. “Daddy! Oh,Dad!!” Within a heartbeat Allison was hugging her dad, and her dad was clutching her, his chin resting on her curly hair as he pressed his lips together, eyes squeezed shut.
Derek turned to the line of the woods, jerking his head at Boyd and Scott, telling them without needing words that he’d meet up with them later. Stiles only saw the long tail of Jackson, and his eyes widened as he remembered Lydia and Isaac. And Erica. Jesus.Stiles didn’t quite know how he was going to tell Derek that he’d gotten half of his pack killed. He watched, still feeling a little shocky as his dad jogged over to him. “You two better get out of here. I’ll need to interview you later, though so don’t go far.” He turned to Stiles. “And you. If I ever get a text like that from you again...” Stiles’ dad trailed off, jerking him into another hug. Stiles felt his own throat tighten.
“I wasn’t sure if it would even send, what with the fire and all.”
“The fire?” Stiles’ dad stepped back,the expression on his face slowly bleeding to that of a parent who knows there’s something else to a story that he just really doesn’t want to know. His hand froze in the act of handing Stiles back his phone. It was still set in the gps-emergency mode that they’d used to trace his phone.
“Don’t be a fool. There’s no fire. Do you think we would torch a perfectly good house for a few stupid kids? By the way, Sheriff, I’ll be wanting to discuss your son’s breaking and entering charges when you have a minute.” Gerard looked perfectly at ease with his hands handcuffed behind his back. If you ignored the furious rage in his eyes.
Stiles frowned, pulling away from his dad and looking down at his phone. It was cracked from where he’d tossed it out of the house, certain that it was about to be barbequed with the rest of the cabin, then looked back towards the house. Stiles, Derek, and Chris had come out at the base of the little hill, away from the main part of the house. Stiles hadn’t even noticed his surroundings. He rubbed the top of his head, staring at what should have been a burnt husk of a house. Instead smoke billowed out; quite a lot of smoke in fact, but there were no fires.
“That was a smoke bomb?” Stiles hadn’t meant to whisper. He was still kind of enjoying the shock thing he had going on. His hand tightened around his phone until he felt his knuckles go white.
The Sheriff slowly turned to face Gerard. His smile wasn’t what Stiles would call particularly nice. In fact, it looked a little like the good sheriff was having trouble remembering that he was wearing a uniform. “I think the three counts of attempted murder, one against a minor, the two counts of conspiracy to commit, plus the two counts of kidnapping will keep you pretty--and that’s just what I can think of now!-- busy. Oh and the explanations on the whatever-the-hell-it was you had in that holding cell down there that is currently making my deputy babble about lizard skin in between puking up his fucking toenails.” The smile turned positively evil.
“Both myself and three of my deputies saw you shoot at my son. I hope you have a very good lawyer, Mr. Argent.”
Stiles felt goosebumps break out on his skin as he remembered the kanima the Argents had... not just killed. Skewered. Derek stepped up behind him and Stiles had to stop himself from stepping back into the comforting heat blasting off his body. It reminded him that Derek was still suffering from the wolvesbane and he flailed, all at once sucking in too much air on a gasp. Derek’s hands closed over Stiles’ biceps, and he bent low to breathe in Stiles’ ear. “Three minutes and I’m taking you out of here.” Of course, that made him shiver for an entirely different reason.
There was some commotion as two sets of paramedics trotted up, hauling their equipment. One went over to where Chris Argent still sat, clutching his daughter with Allison pressing her tear-streaked face into his neck. The other went over to Victoria Argent’s body.
“Stiles.”
He was really having trouble focusing. Stiles felt like he was on the cusp of something approaching a freak-out of epic proportions, but he didn’t want to fall apart in front of his dad.
“He’ll be with me, Sheriff. You still have my number.”
His dad made a funny sound- something between a growl, a laugh, and a snort. “Yes. I most definitely do.”
Derek turned, and still grasping Stiles arm, staggered a little towards the woods. Stiles reached out without thinking about it and they both supported the other as they walked the few feet back towards the house. Stiles opened his mouth, and Derek just gave him a quick shake, walking a little faster.
Stiles just had time for one glance back to his dad who was staring after them with a small smile on his face before he turned the corner.
“Derek... I.”
“Not now, Stiles.” Derek’s voice was tight as his eyes darted from face to face around the smoky crime-scene. His fingers tightened on Stiles’ bicep and Stiles couldn’t help the wince and the hiss of pain. Derek dropped him so quickly that he stumbled, his arms pinwheeling as he tried to get his balance. Derek kept walking, his face carefully blank.
“But, Derek....”
“Not. Here.”
Stiles felt the stupid tears pricking at his eyes again. Did Derek already know? Was he... mad that Stiles had basically hidden away while his pack were hurt? But no, wait. If there wasn’t a fire then they surely could have gotten away, right? But Erica. He stopped for a minute. She had been pretty cut up. If Isaac pulled the barbed wire the wrong way, could she have been wounded enough that she couldn’t heal? Was that why Derek was acting so pissed off? Stiles had caught a glimpse of the other three- Boyd, Scott, and Jackson, so at least he knew that they were okay. But what about Lydia? And Isaac?
Derek actually took four steps before he noticed that Stiles had stopped and was staring at the ground, trying not to act like any more of a stupid kid. Before Stiles could raise his head, Derek was just there, pressed up against him. “Stiles.” His voice was soft. “Let’s just get out of sight, okay? Then you can tell me anything you want.”
“Oh god, it’s like watching my parents get ready to suck face.” Erica’s voice was completely disgusted.
Stiles turned so fast that his back popped in two places, gaping at her and Isaac. A branch snapped and Stiles saw Scott and Boyd standing a little further away. “I. I can’t believe you’re okay!” Stiles did something he never, ever dreamed possible. It was an act of pure bravery, and he fully expected his tombstone to completely reflect his utter awesomeness.
He hugged Erica, almost jumping in place.
“We did it! Holy shit that actually worked!” Even more shocking was the fact that she hugged him back for a second- before the low, dark sound from Derek sent her pushing Stiles away.
“Are you crazy?” Erica’s voice was much higher than usual.
Stiles blinked, trying not to pout. Okay they weren’t ever going to be bffs, but it was just a hug. “Sheesh, what? You want me to be mad that you weren’t cut in half by those crazy bastards? You didn’t see what they did to the kanima thing. Naaaast-ttyyyy. It won’t be marking anyone else.”
Scott, Boyd, Isaac and Erica looked from him, to Derek, and back to him, almost in complete sync, identical are you crazy?! looks on their faces. Stiles didn’t even know that Boyd had facial expressions.. It was kind of blowing his mind.
“What?” Stiles was beginning to think that he missed something. Stiles turned to look at Derek and felt himself flush at the intense look the werewolf was giving him. It reminded him very forcibly of the look on Derek’s face right before he kissed him the first time, and he was pretty sure that he didn’t want Derek to jump him right here, within eyesight of half of his father’s police force. Seventy-two percent. Okay, at least fifty-three percent sure.
“Put your phone and the wolvesbane in your pocket.” Stiles did so, taking a tiny step back from the look on Derek’s face. Derek’s eyes flashed and his hands blurred. Stiles didn’t have time to squeak in surprise before Derek had yanked him up, tossing him over his shoulder. Stiles could see Erica roll her eyes, Scott’s horrified nose-wrinkle of disapproval, and the identical little smirks on Boyd and Isaac’s faces before he felt Derek’s muscles bunch under him and he was running through the woods.
Stiles would have screamed, but he was too busy clutching at nothing, then squeezing his eyes shut as trees and sky and the forest floor blurred under his gaze. Derek’s rock-hard shoulder got him in the stomach, and his breath woooshed out of him on a grunt of pain. Shit, he’d been in cars that went slower than this. Stiles didn’t have time to feel nauseous before Derek stopped with a lurch, his hand gliding down Stiles’ ass and over his legs before moving up to his hips and swinging him off of Derek’s shoulder.
Stiles tried not to feel like a wuss as he clutched at Derek’s shoulders, trying to make his legs stop trembling. “You... what....!”
Derek pawed at his hip before pulling Stiles’ poor, beleaguered phone out of Stiles’ jeans’ pocket. He caught Stiles’ hand and placed the phone into it very deliberately.
“You are going to turn around and walk into my house. You will take a shower. You will let me tend to the wounds that I can still smell on you. You will go back on my bed. Then I am going to do every single thing I’ve been imagining doing to you in the last three weeks. If any of that is not an option then you need to tell me now, or call Scott to pick you up. He has your jeep.”
Stiles’ mouth fell open. He wasn’t entirely sure that he didn’t drool on himself, because Jesus. He had already turned when Derek stopped him by brushing his hand against Stiles’ side. Even the thought of Scott driving his baby didn’t really register. He bit his lips when Derek stepped closer, his fingertips brushing on the slight bit of skin over Stiles’ jeans. Stiles felt muscles in his stomach jump, as though they were trying to reach towards Derek’s fingers. Stiles sucked in a harsh breath as Derek’s fingers found the wooden box and pulled it out of his other pocket, shaking it with a little smirk. “Don’t think this will do you any good.”
Stepping away from Derek’s fingers was not exactly easy, but let it never be said that Stiles Stilinski didn’t know when to follow directions.
Except for the part where he ran, not walked.
****
He probably should have expected it. It seemed somehow kind of like a dick move, taking a guy’s shower when said guy had been smacked around by psychos for over twelve hours.
But still, the click of the door made Stiles freeze with his one hand on his chest, and the other... a little lower. He jerked up his head, poking his nose around the shower curtain, staring with wide eyes at Derek who stood there, calmly unzipping his jeans and kicking out of them. There was dirt and dried blood from old wounds. Stiles gaze went right to where the bullet had sliced through Derek’s skin, and blinked hard, disappearing back behind the shower curtain.
“Stiles?”
Derek was doing a lot more than just saying his name. Asking if it was okay for Derek to be here, if Stiles wanted this, if Stiles was okay...
“Yeah. I’m about to use all your hot water up.”
“We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” Derek sounded like he was about to laugh. Which, Stiles thought, was probably pretty fair, since his own voice sounded like Mickey Mouse. If Mickey Mouse did cheezy porn lines. Which he might. Not that Stiles was in any position to judge... oh jeez.
Derek just took a step forward, and Stiles forced himself to continue soaping his chest, scrubbing over his armpits, and down his sides, glad that Derek couldn’t see his face. This wasn’t a biggie, right? He showered with guys all the time. Of course, they weren’t this close. And Derek was close. Stiles could hear him breathing behind him. Stiles spared a moment for what he probably looked like: freckles and moles painted over a lanky frame and skinny ass, before wincing and focusing resolutely on the white tile in front of him.
Derek’s arm reached out to take the soap and Stiles felt his face go scarlet. It was such a simple, intimate act. Derek had probably showered with someone else a million times, but for Stiles it made his heart flutter crazily in his chest. Derek started soaping his back, each of his fingers seeming to zero in on a muscle that made Stiles’ heart flutter crazily in his chest. Derek’s hands moved up from the center of Stiles’ back, gently tilting his head forward so that the water crashed down on his head, working his fingers into the tense muscles of Stiles’ neck.
“Ohhh... ungh. Oh-okay. So is this to make the virgin less freaked out?” Stiles bit his lip, bracing his hand against the tile. Derek was finding aches he didn’t even know he had. It felt amazing. His body didn’t know whether to slump forward in bliss, or rub back against Derek. Their bodies weren’t touching, but Stiles could sense that Derek was only a few inches away from him and just knowing that was driving him crazy, wondering when Derek would push forward the slightest bit to bring them together.
“Maybe it’s for me to feel less freaked out.”
Stiles snorted.
“What? I can’t be nervous?”
That caused Stiles to turn, shocked. “Oh come on. I can’t imagine you being nervous about anything.”
Derek’s eyebrow quirked. Stiles shivered when his hands didn’t stop, continuing over the front of Stiles’ neck, pressing slightly into the tiny bruise there before rubbing over his collarbone, down over his shoulders, his chest. Stiles couldn’t help the little sound he made when the palm of Derek’s hand brushed over his nipples, nor the shiver when Derek’s eyes gleamed when he heard it. “You don’t think I’m nervous? Stiles, you almost died. Those fucking cages were soundproof, so I knew you couldn’t hear me yelling for you. The ‘bane had confused my senses so much that...then the explosion and the... the smoke....” Derek trailed off, his eyes shuttered.
Stiles swallowed hard, eyes darting from the eyelashes that were spiky from the shower water, to the way the steam had wilted Derek’s hair. Stiles didn’t ever want to see that broken look on Derek’s face again. It seemed ridiculous. Until he’d been attacked by the kanima, Stiles would have been hard-placed to attribute the fact that Derek actually felt things like a normal person, let alone felt anything more intense than dislike for Stiles. Now though? Now he knew Derek felt just as much as the next person. He was just better at hiding it. He’d had years of (rightfully) mistrusting the humans who had hunted and hurt him. Yet here he was. With Stiles, of all people.
Stiles took the soap and returned the favor, scrubbing lightly at the dried blood and dirt smeared across Derek’s chest, refusing to look lower, which was probably kind of stupid, but Stiles didn’t want Derek thinking that he didn’t appreciate what Derek was doing. Just going for his dick seemed like it would send the wrong message. Stiles leaned forward and brushed his lips against Derek’s. He was aiming for his mouth, but got the side of his lips instead, which made him feel like an idiot. Stiles tried really hard not to notice that him moving like that made his dick brush against Derek’s leg, but it did and his full-body shudder was hardly easy to ignore. He winced again. “Sorry.. I’m. Uh. Sorry.” His whisper still sounded loud over the sound of the water in the shower.
Derek groaned low in his throat, and yanked Stiles closer, so that their chests were together. Stiles gasped again when his cock slid against Derek’s stomach, and shivered when Derek’s arms came around him. “Stiles,” Derek’s voice was low. It caused things in Stiles’ gut to tighten. Derek pressed his nose under Stiles’ ear, into his neck and breathed deeply. “God, I don’t know what to do first.”
“We could. Uh. Get to the deflowering part. You know, you do the whole Star Trek thing. Boldly going where no man has... er. Or! Or this whole cuddle thing is awesome too but I think I might come in like two seconds because you’re so...oh my god I think I’m talking you out of this who does tha--mmmph.”
Derek shut Stiles up by tilting his head back and kissing him, taking a few steps so that he crowded Stiles’ back against the wall of the shower. His hands slid down Stiles sides, settling on Stiles’ hips , the fingers starfishing out over his ass so that Derek could pull their hips even closer together.
Stiles didn’t even know he could make that sound. At least he assumed it was him. Derek was licking into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip, pulling it a little and kissing over the stretched skin. Stiles didn’t know what to do first. His hands curled over Derek’s shoulders, hanging on, trying not to dig his fingernails into Derek’s skin as his toes curled. Shit, he’d thought that only happened in books.. Derek moved again, and Stiles saw starbursts behind his eyes at the sensation of wet skin on his cock. He jerked his mouth away from Derek’s with a cry.
“Fuck Stiles, you sound so good like that. I’ve been thinking of touching you, of getting to watch you come again.” Derek’s mutter was low in Stiles’ ear and Stiles couldn’t help the way he arched against him again, looking for more friction. Derek moved one hand from his hip to his dick, tightening and squeezing before starting to jack him faster, his wet hand tight, and Stiles couldn’t keep himself still, jerking a little at each move of Derek’s fist.
Stiles only had a second to force his eyes open one one long blink, caught a glimpse of the bunched muscles in Derek’s forearm with water sluicing over the whorls of hair, then blinked up when Derek tilted his face up so that he could watch Stiles as he came, mouth open in a wail as his cock spurted over Derek’s hand, shooting up and landing on Derek’s chest. The second pulse landed on the back of Derek’s hand, but before Stiles had stopped moaning, Derek was kissing him again, over his open mouth, his lips sliding down the side of Stiles’ neck, over his wet shoulder as he licked up the water on his skin. Derek moved to cup Stiles’ ass, lifting him into Derek’s slightly taller body.
Stiles just gasped for a second, overwhelmed as his sensitive cock slid against Derek’s body again, his heartbeat too loud in his ears. Derek thrust up, rutting against Stiles with a little grunt. his name almost ripping out of Derek’s chest before Derek stepped back, his hand practically strangling his own dick as he struggled not to come.
Stiles’ eyes bugged at the sight of Derek pressed against the back end of the shower, grabbing the base of his dick with his other hand stretched out along the tile, like he couldn’t quite force himself to quit reaching out for Stiles.
“Wh- what? Derek?”
“I- just need a minute.”
Stiles shut his mouth with a pop. Oh. He swallowed hard. “Um. Did I do something... wrong? Uh, other than coming in like three seconds?”
“No.” Derek’s eyes popped open. “No, Stiles of course not. It’s just that our pack is downstairs.” He breathed deeply, slowly releasing his hand from his dick. “And I’m not going to rush this.”
“Can I kill them?”
Derek snorted. “I might beat you to it. You go ahead and finish up here, and come down when you’re ready. I’ll leave you something to change into.” Derek ignored the way his cock bobbed as he stepped out of the shower, walking naked out into his bedroom.
Stiles got an eyeful and was really glad that Derek wasn’t there to see the completely dorky way his eyes widened when Stiles got a look at Derek’s cock for the first time. He remembered how he’d had to work himself open with the small toy, and knew that... oh. Oh fuck no way was he going to get hard with six werewolves like, just downstairs. They could probably smell it on him or something.
Which, okay. Embarrassing.
He wrinkled his nose as he thought, washing his body, blushing a little when he soaped up his ass. Talk about washing with intent. He felt like he should put on sexy underwear or something. Stiles wondered if they’d smell him on Derek, and ...yeah. Not so embarrassing. More like... completely awesome. Stiles smirked at the tile, thinking that he kind of liked the idea of everyone knowing that Derek was... well. His. That’s what it came down to after all. Well, it was hard to say for certain given that he couldn’t exactly go up to another werewolf pack and ask, but from the way the others treated him, and what Stiles had picked up in his research and from watching basically every documentary made about a wolf ever... Derek had pretty much announced that they were mates. Stiles wasn’t sure how that would work with him being human. Would he need to be bitten later? The pack was full of such young people- people that Stiles had Chemistry with for Christ’s sake. They weren’t used to taking any kind of orders from him.
Would they need to ... take orders from him? Would he really want them to? Hell no. It had been nerve-wracking enough just taking over for a few hours while they found Derek. Stiles couldn’t help a small feeling of pride as he washed off his soap and shut off the water. All things considered, he hadn’t done all that bad.
True to his word, Derek had left a pile of folded clothes on the closed toilet. Stiles dressed quickly, towel-drying his hair as he jogged down the stairs. The only room that wasn’t completely gutted was the kitchen, and Stiles knew they’d all be there.
It was a surprisingly domestic scene. Derek leaned against a counter, arms crossed over his naked chest. He was still wet and yeah okay, it was a little distracting.
He couldn’t swear, but Stiles thought that Isaac snorted.
“Well?” Derek’s growl wasn’t particularly patient.
Stiles froze mid-step. He was pretty sure that his flaming cheeks fairly screamed “THIS GUY HAD HIS HAND ON MY DICK TEN MINUTES AGO” but he tried to act a little less like the complete social reject he was, attempting to arrange his face into something approaching a more solemn listening expression.
Boyd tilted his chair back as he kept his gaze on Derek’s. “You brought us into this knowing that your way was the law. Here’s the thing though: it’s weird as hell, but I keep finding myself ... pleased when I do something that I know that you’ll approve of. Kind of a moot point, man. He’s already yours, whether he’s a wolf or not.”
Stiles froze, fighting to keep his face blank.
“Yeah. He protects us. He smells like you. You obviously want him. Stiles fought for us, Derek. He bled for us. If I had listened to him, I wouldn’t have been strung up in that trap.” Erica sounded bored with the conversation, but she kept looking over at Stiles with a little smirk on her face.
“I think you’re lucky to have him.” Isaac lifted his chin under the way Derek’s gaze focused on him, sharp like knives and twice as cutting. “You are. He’s... a really good person. I think that will be good for all of us.”
Stiles blinked, feeling a little emotional. It occurred to him then that none of them would dare lie to their Alpha. That... they were all speaking the truth.
“Besides, Derek. Your wolf’s already claimed him. That was pretty obvious. Y’know, you never asked Stiles what he wanted. Maybe it’s a bit too much to expect to put up with all of...” Scott waved his hand around. “This.”
Stiles caught Derek’s flinch out of the corner of his eye and frowned. He held up one finger. “One. There has been no claiming. I am not a swooning maiden. If there ever is claiming, I will find some way to hurt whoever mentions it. Two. I want it understood that if Derek is like, wolf-marrying me or whatever I am absolutely not wearing an apron. And you guys can clean up after your damn selves.”
Derek snorted, but when Stiles pushed off the wall, Derek met him halfway, reaching out to touch the bruise on his neck again. Stiles felt his dick jump in his pants and glared when Derek just smirked, like he knew what was happening. Derek turned to pick up his drink, staring at him over the top of the water bottle. Stiles didn’t even know you could keep smirking and drink at the same time.
“Aaand that’s my cue to leave. Good job saving daddy, everyone. Does anyone want pizza?” Erica’s voice was much less snotty than usual, and Stiles remembered the pre-bite Erica that he’d sometimes study with during Freshman year. The Erica who was much more soft; much less like she was about to bite your face off. Stiles pouted a little, looking a little forlornly after them. Pizza.... pizza did sort of sound awesome.
But then again, so did Derek.
Stiles’ phone rang. Derek actually laughed out loud at Stiles’ ringtone: humming along to the Cops’ theme and shaking his head as Stiles made a face. “Hi, dad. I’m still alive.”
His dad just sucked in a breath. Derek dropped the water bottle with a crash back to the counter.
“Oops. too soon?”
“Stiles. Not funny.”
Stiles winced. “Oh come on. It was a little funny.”
Derek was looking at him like he’d like to rip out his throat and beat him with it. Stiles rolled his eyes when his dad just sucked in a long-suffering sigh and asked to speak with Derek.
“Put me on speaker phone. You need to hear this too.” Stiles pushed the button, not mentioning to his dad that Derek could hear every word of the conversation, probably better than Stiles could.
“Hello, Sheriff.”
“Yeah. Well, here’s the thing. Chris Argent isn’t talking about.. anything. As far as anyone knows, the.. thing in the cage with you was just a freaky pet that the Argents were fucking around with. Funny though. The pictures for that part of the crime scene turned out really bright, so you can’t actually identify what’s in them. Just that it’s big.”
Derek’s eyes met Stiles’ over the phone. He looked shocked; as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Stiles was a little shocked too. Knowing that his dad was a pretty decent guy was one thing. Knowing that his dad was covering up for his preternatural goings on in Beacon Hills was another thing entirely.
“Chris Argent is in the hospital. He’s going to be kept overnight, but his daughter is here with him. I guess Scott’s mom is his nurse, and she filled me in that his girl hasn’t left his side. Did you know that she was told he was dead? That her grandfather and her own mother told Chris that...” there was a pause while Stiles’ dad probably looked at his notes. “That Allison was dead? That’s something.” He cleared his throat, the completely fucked up left unsaid, yet clearly implied.
“Let’s see. Derek, I’ll need you to come by the station tomorrow and make an official statement. Gerard Argent will quite likely never see the outside world again. He’s making noises of course, but between Allison’s statement of what she heard him do to her father, and ours of what he did to you boys, I’d be shocked if he saw a day without wearing cuffs. Crazy old bastard.”
“Wow, dad.”
“Yeah, it’s been a bit of a day.”
The three were all quiet for a minute while they reflected upon the obviousness of that statement. Okay so Stiles was maybe still thinking about pizza. A little.
“Hmm. So, tomorrow morning. Casa de Stilinski. Pancakes. Your presence is not optional.”
Stiles gaped at his phone. Did his dad really just okay him having a sleepover with Derek Hale then give him the holy pancake blessing?
“Sounds good. Goodbye, Sheriff.”
“Derek. Stiles, try not to... er.” he sighed. “Nevermind.” Stiles could practically hear his dad squeezing the top of his nose as though it pained him.
They hung up. “Clearly you do not understand the significance of the pancakes. My dad’s pancakes are like, holy relics of Jesusness. Scott didn’t get invited over for pancakes until six months after we’d met. And that was in Kindergarden.”
“Hm.” Derek finished the water.
Stiles closed his mouth, and looked away, trying to give Derek a moment. It was only sometimes when he realized how much Derek had lost. Not having a mom was... okay. It was pretty terrible. But it was worse because Stiles remembered what she’d been like before she’d gotten sick. Derek had to do that with his whole family. Constantly.
“That’s okay, right?” Stiles didn’t mean to sound so tentative.
“What is it with you guys and pancakes?” Derek’s smile was faint, but it still made Stiles want to throw himself at him.
Actually, Stiles really couldn’t see any reason why he shouldn’t. He didn’t really want the damn pizza anyway. Derek grunted a little in surprise, moving to save Stiles from banging his head on the top of the cabinets over the counter. Stiles wrapped his his legs around Derek, who just hoisted him up so that his ass was on the counter.
“So... we don’t have to rush.” Stiles grinned.
“No.”
“My dad basically gave you the gold seal of approval for us to fuck each other’s brains out. I’m just gonna throw that out there, even though I get about a billion nsexy points for mentioning my dad.”
“Ugh. Two billion.” Derek bent down to kiss him, caging him on the counter with his body.
“I uhm. Oh that’s... jeez. I never knew I liked my neck so much.” Stiles leaned back, letting Derek kiss him again. Honestly, he’d expected Derek to do more jumping and less.. well. Making out. Not that he was complaining because hello. Stiles was far from stupid.
Still, he didn’t want to do this on the counter. “Can we take this upstairs?”
Derek just stripped off Stiles’ shirt. “Talking about mates and smelling you all over me, looking at you in my clothes... I’m trying to not go too fast here, but you can’t just say shit like that, Stiles.”
Stiles licked his lips, watching as Derek’s gaze zeroed in on his mouth. “Yeah, well. I talk a lot. It’s kind of a thing.” He leaned forward and kissed Derek’s chest, scraping his teeth experimentally over the skin below Derek’s collarbone, grinning again as Derek jerked under his mouth with a groan.
Derek heaved Stiles up, taking his weight like he didn’t weigh anything. Stiles felt one of Derek’s hand on the back of his neck, and the other on his ass and just hung on as Derek carried him up the stairs, their mouths locked together. Stiles felt kind of proud of the fact that he wasn’t like, drooling or panting in Derek’s mouth. Derek let him kiss wherever he wanted, however he wanted, and Stiles was completely okay with that.
Stiles landed with a thump on the bed, but hardly noticed with the way Derek was on top of him, pressing him into the mattress. Stiles could barely catch his breath. Derek seemed greedy for it; for him as they kissed until Derek pulled back with a low groan.
“What do you want me to do?” Derek rocked his pelvis against Stiles’ and they both gasped. “This is your show. Do you want my hand again? My mouth? Do you want me to fuck you, Stiles?”
Stiles shuddered. It wasn’t much of a choice to be honest. “Inside. I want you inside me.”
Derek pulled away for a second, his face blank. He held up his hand and Stiles watched the fingernails bleed into claws, then back to fingers. Stiles froze. He wasn’t sure if he was terrified or about to come.“Um. Is this where I make the obligatory beastiality joke? ‘Cuz I think I covered just about all of them with Sco--- oh damn it.” Stiles winced. “Another billion unsexy points. Gross.”
Derek actually snorted again, leaning back and rolling so that he could take off his jeans. “I’ll be right back. Take these off.”
Stiles undressed in nanoseconds, kicking his jeans off so hard that they flipped across the room to land on a rickety-looking chair by the window. Derek came back to bed with the familiar yellow lube and a string of condoms.
Stiles frowned. “I thought werewolves don’t get diseases.”
“They don’t.”
“Well, it’s not like I’m gonna get pregnant.” Stiles couldn’t identify the expression that flickered over Derek’s face. “I kinda wanted... um. To feel you. Inside, Derek. Feel you coming inside of me. That’d be hot, right?”
Derek carefully relaxed his death grip on the now-mangled condoms. Stiles bit his lip, suddenly unsure. “Is that okay? Derek?”
“You’re going to kill me.”
Stiles watched as Derek carefully set the tub-o-lube down next to Stiles’ hip. Before, he’d kind of laughed at the ridiculously huge amount... but now that he’d seen the size of Derek’s dick, he was kind of really grateful.
“If you turn over it’s a little easier.”
Stiles was all for easy. Besides, he was pretty sure if he had to look up at Derek’s face while he stretched him open he’d come even faster than he’d already done, and really a guy had his pride. Or something. Mostly he didn’t want to look stupid, so whatever that was. “Okay.” Stiles turned over, trying not to feel awkward as Derek arranged him with his legs spread open, his dick pressed up between his stomach and the sheets.
“You’ll tell me if I do something that you don’t like.” Again, it wasn’t a request. Stiles nodded anyway, tensing when he felt Derek kiss between his shoulder blades. “Stiles. You’re sure about this? There’s other things...”
“No! I’m sure.” He thought. “Just ...” Stiles trailed off. ‘Be careful’ sounded too girly.
“Just what?” Derek kissed over the bumps of Stiles’ spine, slowly moving down. His kisses were soft with the swipe of tongue or the teasing scrape of teeth. Stiles had already forgotten what he was saying.
“I don’t know. Oh god. That feels...” Stiles trailed off as Derek moved slowly down his body, pushing his legs further apart. He felt a kiss on the back of his balls which caused his lungs to completely freeze. Derek breathed over him, his breath hot and humid.
Stiles’ eyes widened as he felt Derek’s fingers holding him open, felt the bristles on his chin brush lightly over the skin there. “Oh, shit! Derek...”
“Hmm?” Stiles could hear Derek inhaling deeply, his mouth just a breath away from his skin. Then the slide of his tongue against him, licking at his skin, sucking kisses randomly wherever he could find.
Stiles shouted at the sensation, pressing his face into his pillow as Derek started actually flicking the tip of his tongue at the his hole, quick, fluttery little licks that made Stiles press back into Derek’s mouth, desperate for more. Derek pulled away with a groan, pressing his forehead against Stiles’ ass, biting at the fleshy part above Stiles’ thigh. Stiles felt his own precome leaking out of his cock and moaned, trying to suck in enough breath to breathe.
It hurt just a little too much and Stiles yipped again, shivers breaking out all over his body. He almost couldn’t hear himself over his own panting breaths. Stiles jumped a little when he felt one wet finger circling the slickness left by Derek’s tongue. A little of the lube dripped down over his balls, and Stiles couldn’t help the way his hips rocked into the mattress. Derek rubbed his stubble over the back of Stiles’ thigh as he slipped his finger inside, waiting as Stiles tensed. Derek moved it around, wiggling as he made room for his finger. Stiles moaned even louder when Derek pushed in two fingers, using so much lube that he felt sloppy with it. When Derek started to fuck him with the two fingers, Stiles threw his head back, sucking in breath only so that he could moan louder, beyond caring if he sounded ridiculous or not.
“Look at you, up on your knees. I knew you’d like this. Fuck, Stiles, thats it. Can you take three for me?”
“Y-Yeah.. oh.. nnnngh I can. I can I want it come on, come on.”
Derek’s growl so close to his ass made Stiles’ dick spurt some more precome. He was so wet already that his dick felt slick when it slid against the mattress. Three fingers hurt a little, and Stiles hissed, trying not to tense up. Derek pet him, stroked his thigh and hip, but kept pushing his fingers in, until Stiles could feel Derek’s knuckles bump against the rim.
Derek stopped for a second to let Stiles adjust. He didn’t scissor his fingers, but instead curled them, and Stiles lurched forward in surprise as every nerve he had lit up at once.
“Oh, fuck!”
Stiles could feel Derek grinning against his skin. He did it again, and Stiles shuddered as he came all over himself, only realizing that he was rocking back onto Derek’s fingers at the end, screwing himself down onto Derek’s hand. Stiles collapsed against the bed and Derek pulled his fingers out with a wet sound, pushing Stiles over to his side. Derek bent over him, licking at the come on his stomach, over his wet, softening cock. Stiles made a strangled sound as Derek sucked at his half-hard dick, so sensitive that it almost hurt. Stiles reared up and pulled Derek’s hair, urging him up so that Stiles could kiss him. “Now that’s not fair. I’ve come twice and you haven’t even once. I might be new at this, but even I know that’s kind of uncool.”
Derek didn’t say anything, just turned him back over. Stiles felt the heat of Derek’s longer body against his back, braced himself on his arms as Derek’s cock bumped against his ass, then the head was stretching him open and Stiles froze again, biting his lip on another moan. Shivers broke out all over his body as Derek pushed the head of his cock into Stiles’ ass. Derek tried to give him another inch, but the stretch was too much and Stiles winced, making a small pain sound. Derek jerked out of him with a muffled “ fuck” and Stiles had to grab his hip to keep him from pulling completely away. Derek walked back on his knees, and Stiles felt Derek’s wet fingers again, sliding in and slowly out of him.
Stiles’ cock, which had softened from its half-hard state after Derek had greedily sucked off his come, begain to get back on board with everything that was happening, as it started to feel good, then great, then completely fucking amazing again.
Derek turned, so that his back was against the headboard, picking Stiles up and holding him so that he could kiss him again, having no problem keeping his fingers still buried inside of Stiles, middle finger flicking over the little bump that kept Stiles seeing stars. Stiles helped, moving so that he was straddling Derek’s cock, Stiles reached for the lube, stroking it over Derek and watching as the other man shivered and jerked under him.
Which was only fair, really.
It took a little bit of balancing, and a lot of stretching his legs more than he ever thought he’d have to stretch them before, but then Derek was holding Stiles open, his fingers almost bruising as he held Stiles’ cheeks apart. Stiles gripped the base of Derek’s cock, slowly moving himself down onto it.
Derek had his mouth open, and his eyes closed. Stiles was kind of afraid it was because his eyes had gone red, but he didn’t really give a fuck at the moment. Although he probably should, considering.
A little push, a nudge, and they both groaned as Derek slid inside, slowly making room for himself. Stiles could still feel the stretch, but the angle was so much better. He could rock his hips like this, and each time he did, he slipped a little more down onto Derek’s thick cock until he was clutching Derek’s shoulders, fully seated with Derek’s trembling fingers sliding over his stretched hole, feeling where they were connected together, causing Stiles to moan and jerk in place.
“This okay?”
Stiles’ mouth fell open. “Are you kidding me?” He tightened, and felt Derek’s fingers tighten on his ass. Stiles leaned back and his eyes fluttered as the drag of Derek’s cock hit a new angle. “Oh, god. That’s... there. Can you. I...” He trailed off, not able to find the words to tell Derek what he wanted. Stiles rolled his hips, experimenting with how quickly he could go, how much it would make Derek’s cock jerk inside of him.
When Derek’s slick hand closed around Stiles’ dick he bounced a little, then Derek’s hand was showing him the rhythm, giving Stiles both something to fuck up into and fuck back onto. Stiles came again almost immediately, and this time Derek growled, low and dark in the back of his throat. His eyes opened to lock onto Stiles’ drowsy ones as he flipped them, holding Stiles with his back against the sweaty sheets. From this position Derek could fuck into him as he wanted, needed to do. Stiles didn’t quite know what to do with his hands, but grabbing at Derek’s ass seemed like a good plan. Derek was still moaning as his hips rocked forward into Stiles and he arched, snapped his head back with a grimace.Stiles moaned at the feeling of the wet heat of Derek’s come as it painted his insides, hot and fuck that was Derek. Coming inside of his ass.
Derek had frozen in place, trembling a little. Stiles looked up at him, trying to memorize how he looked, which was probably stupid but it wasn’t like he was going to be posting that as his facebook status or anything, so whatever.
Derek shifted, landing on the mattress with a muffled ‘ooomph,’ disentangling them from each other. Stiles winced as he felt Derek’s come leaking out of him.
“Euurgh. That’s definitely a new feeling.”
Stiles didn’t realize that he’d said it out loud until Derek started laughing, yanking Stiles up so that he was sprawled over Derek’s sweaty chest.
“So, that’s sex.”
Derek raised an eyebrow, frowning. “Is that a complaint?”
“Um, are you insane? Is this the part where I say ‘It was good for me’? Because I will. Again, the basis of comparison isn’t exactly
full of people lining up out the door, but--”
Derek smacked his ass and Stiles jumped with a not-so muffled squeak. “No. This is the part where we go to sleep and wake up for round two. Later. Much later.”
Oh. Well, okay. He was so on board with that. And it was kind of nice, really, listening to Derek’s heartbeat under his chest. The ceiling fan cooled the sweat on their bodies and this was... nice. Derek Hale was a cuddler. Who knew?
“Hey, Derek?”
Derek grunted.
“So... what’s knotting? Is that a real thing? Because my dad like, already saw my browser history and I was afraid he’d think I was completely fucked up if I--”
“Oh my god.” Derek smacked his ass again. Which, hello. Not exactly a deterrent. “Can you be quiet?”
“No I can not. I’m just saying that it sounds like it would be--mmmph!”
Derek kissed him, lazily, holding Stiles’ face in his huge hands. He pulled away and stared down at Stiles’ goofy grin with a suspicious look. “We can talk about that later. Sleep now.”
Which was an excellent idea. No, really. It totally was.
Stiles made himself comfortable, pulling up the sheet over them both, smooshing his cheek into Derek’s chest again, trying to slow his breathing.
For about ten minutes.
“Hey Derek?”
“Grrrrr.”
“Um. Nevermind.”
Stiles heard a few heartbeats go by. Then a sigh that sounded like its owner had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“What, Stiles?”
“I just.” He paused, suddenly a little nervous. “It’s just that wolves mate for life right? I just wanted you to know that I would be... okay with that. Maybe slightly more than okay. If that was true.”
There was another beat of silence. Stiles felt Derek’s hand cupping the back of his head, sliding slowly down his spine and back up, stroking his back. “Yeah. It’s true.”
Stiles bit his lip. Waited a few more seconds. “Jeez. Some of us are trying to sleep here. Goodnight!”
Another smack on his ass was Stiles’ only answer.
The End!
THANK YOU for putting up with my first attempt in this fandom! I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to let me know what you thought. ♥♥
Previous chapter
Fandom: Teenwolf (shame. I have none.)
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 9500, this chapter, 53,000 complete.
Warnings: *highlight for spoilers: H/C, Angst, POSSIBLE spoilers for upcoming episodes, rimming, first-time, knotting, possessive behavior... and uh, yeah. Underage. I don't know how old Stiles is in the show, but for my peace of mind he's going to be seventeen. Later chapters have squick in the format of (possible) bloodplay- okay, not really but some of you might think so, and death of a minor character.
Summary: (Post ep for S2e04) Stiles knew that agreeing to meet Lydia in the middle of the damn woods, in the middle of the damn night wasn't one of his best ideas. Really. He did.
A/N: This is my first fic in this fandom. Thanks to and
jihime47 for taking a look at this the first chapter of this for me, jlm121 has the patience of a saint. Without her I wouldn't know what Sterek is. Also endless thanks to diva0789 for the read-through and beta.The crack of the twig breaking was like a gunshot. In the time that Stiles was able to twitch in reaction, Derek had whirled, crouched low to the ground.
“Isn’t this cozy?” Victoria Argent’s voice was cold; a false saccharine to it that made Stiles’ skin absolutely crawl. Derek next to him growled low in his throat, shifting slightly. Of course. Of course they weren’t out of this yet.
“Don’t move, Hale.” Stiles froze. Victoria’s gun wasn’t pointed at Derek, but directly at Stiles’ forehead. “Must be terrible for you, saddled with these two humans.” Stiles couldn’t look away from the cold, dark muzzle of the gun. To his exhausted eyes, it looked huge. “You know your reflexes are slow. Of course you could take a chance with this one’s life....” Her smile made Stiles want to throw up. “But I don’t recommend it.”
“Victoria...” Chris Argent’s voice when he spoke to his wife was low, rough as he tried to sit up.
Stiles was afraid to look away, either at the sound that Derek was still making or at Mr. Argent’s weak protest. It was almost scarier the way there was absolutely no change in expression on her face as the bruised and bloodied man she’d been married to for over seventeen years spoke.
“Now, Victoria. That’s no way to speak to our guests. Why, I believe that’s the Sheriff’s boy. Mr. Stilinski, correct?”
Stiles nodded woodenly. It was one thing for the principal of the school to know your father. But it was completely another to know that someone absolutely batshit insane knew your name.
“See, normally this might be a tad awkward, wouldn’t you say?” Allison’s grandfather smiled and Stiles flinched back from the menace he saw there. “We tend to frown upon our kind associating with... animals. And lookee here.” He waved the crossbow around. “Looks like you’re on the wrong side of this little line in the sand, son.”
Chris Argent opened his mouth, but his father just spoke over him, as though completely ignoring his existence. “Oh, I’m sure your father will find it very interesting that you broke into our home with your little friends to save this dumb.... beast. Your reunion was very touching.”
Victoria snorted. “Revolting.”
Derek started to step forward, but froze again as Allison’s grandfather casually pointed the crossbow at Stiles’ heart. From this angle it looked big enough to take down a bear, let alone one scrawny human. Stiles licked his lips. “Okay so... are you guys going to let us go? Allison said that the code means that you can’t hurt us. Derek hasn’t killed anyone.”
Gerard’s affable smile twisted. “Derek Hale is responsible for the death of my daughter. One minute she’s leading him merrily around by his dick and the next, she’s confessing to me that she didn’t think she could go through with the plan. Ridiculous, really the way these beasts worm their way into our lives. It only took moments to convince her that the only way to redeem her place with her family was to obliterate everything her ...beloved....” his laugh made Stiles’ fists clench. “... held dear.” Gerard’s smile twisted. “Well, as dear as something like that can hold anyway.”
Stiles knew that Derek had hooked up with Kate once upon a time. He’s always kind of assumed that Kate had just been completely coocoo for cocoa puffs, and had been working alone- without guidance or approval from the rest of the Argent clan. Now though, Stiles could only hear his heartbeat as Gerard Argent’s words sunk in. He had convinced own daughter to kill Derek’s family?
Derek’s growl, a low, furious sound that had almost became background noise, completely stopped. Stiles had the bizarre urge to cower away from the werewolf behind him, afraid of the potential for violence coiled inside in the heat he could feel just behind him. Stiles knew that violence was looking for a moment to escape. He chanced a quick look out of the corner of his eye. Derek was completely still as he crouched there, his gaze flicking from Victoria to Gerard.
“ It’s unfortunate that you have wormed your way into this, Mr. Stilinski, but I’m sure that you understand that It really wouldn’t be in our best interests to let you go. And based on what we saw, it will hurt him so very much more if he watches your guts spill onto the ground and he knows that he’s the reason that you’re dead.”
“Uh. No. Actually I think that’s kind of an epically shitty idea.”
“Language, Mr. Stilinski. Now. Move away from the animal.”
Stiles was glad that he was already on his knees, or he probably would have fainted. As it was he already felt light-headed. Still, he managed a creaky-sounding, “No.” out of a throat thick with fear.
“Stiles.” Derek’s voice was colder than Stiles had ever heard it.
“No!”
Gerard raised an eyebrow. “One.”
Stiles’ heartbeat stopped, then thundered so loudly that he couldn’t hear anything else. This was really gonna happen. His gaze darted crazily from Allison’s mom to Allison’s grandfather, like this was still some kind of joke. Like Allison would burst through the woods any second all, “Haha! Just kidding!”
But no.
They were going to use him as a way to hurt Derek even more. Even worse was the realization that if Stiles wasn’t there, Derek could take the two of them with no problem. Even hurt as he was, and sick with wolfsbane poisoning, Stiles knew Derek could kill any of the humans in front of him. He was just that fast. But not even Derek could stop a bullet and a crossbow at once. Not at this close of a range. If the two Argents were standing more closely together...but no. They had hunted too many other creatures together, and were standing just far enough from each other...
“Two.”
Stiles wanted to say something. He wanted to do something ridiculously dramatic. He didn’t want his dad to have to identify his body. Stiles started to turn his body towards Derek, feeling his lips tremble.
“Thr--”
Stiles choked on his scream when he heard the gunshot. Whimpered when he heard the pnnnnng! of a crossbow being fired; slammed into the ground when he heard a second gunshot. Stiles blinked up at the sunlight through the trees, waiting for the pain or blackness or--
“Stiles! ”
Derek.
Stiles blinked, looking up where Derek, leaned over him, flashing back to when Stiles had been paralyzed by the toxin. Derek had looked concerned then. Now, he looked half-crazed.
It took Stiles a moment to realize that he hadn’t actually been shot; that Derek had saved him... that he didn’t feel any pain because Derek kept running his hands over Stiles’ chest, looking for a wound. The crossbow bolt that he’d somehow caught was mangled next to them, broken into splinters.
“I. I’m--”
“Stiles!!” His dad’s roar made Stiles flinch. Stiles pushed himself up on his elbows, watching as his dad crouched down beside where he lay on the forest floor, still blinking stupidly up at Derek. Stiles felt his dad’s warm hands on his shoulders and froze for a second, all at once overwhelmed, not entirely sure he wasn’t dreaming.
Stiles sat up, staring at the bullet pushing itself out of Derek;s chest. Unthinkingly, he cupped his hand under the wound right under his left pectoral muscle. Stiles watched as it popped out with a sick, sucking sound, the blood-coated bullet landing in the palm of his hand. He heard his dad’s swift inhalation of breath as Derek’s skin healed itself, watched as muscle and sinew and tendon knitting back together, then he was being hauled forward by his shirt out of his dad’s grip, Derek’s lips brushing lightly over his as he buried his nose under Stiles’ ear again, just holding him tightly, slowly breathing in Stiles’ scent.
Which probably smelled pretty gross, now that Stiles thought about it. He wasn’t actually one-hundred percent sure that he hadn’t accidentally pissed himself.
“Sheriff? Everything okay here?”
“What?”
His dad still sounded stunned.
“I thought that they’d shot him for sure. Hate those guys. Thought so ever since the crazy one torched the Hale house. But I don’t see any bullet wounds.”
Stiles pushed slightly away from Derek as his dad cleared his throat.
“The shot must have went wide.” His dad still didn’t sound all the way convinced. “Did you call a medic for Mr. Argent?”
“Yes, sir.” The deputy walked off, speaking into his walkie-talkie. Dazed, Stiles saw two other officers cuffing Gerard, who continue to stare at Stiles as though he could kill him with his eyes alone.
Stiles froze as he remembered that there had been two other shots. Something flickered over Derek’s face when he stepped away. “What--?” Stiles looked up at Derek, saw the way his eyes gleamed red then resumed the more familiar, but no less deadly green.
“The woman shot you. The old man shot at you. Chris...” Derek jerked his head towards where Victoria Argent lay crumpled on the ground, sightless eyes staring unblinkingly up at the sky. Derek seemed twitchy, like he was just barely holding himself together.
Stiles started, blinking owl-eyed at Chris Argent, who held the gun that he used to shoot his wife out to Stiles’ father, looking blank. The wound on his chest was bleeding again, either broken open when Derek slung him out of the basement or later when he’d kept his wife from killing Stiles.
The shriek from the woods made him jump and Allison almost knocked Stiles over as she ran by. The gun hit the forest floor with a thunk. “Daddy! Oh,Dad!!” Within a heartbeat Allison was hugging her dad, and her dad was clutching her, his chin resting on her curly hair as he pressed his lips together, eyes squeezed shut.
Derek turned to the line of the woods, jerking his head at Boyd and Scott, telling them without needing words that he’d meet up with them later. Stiles only saw the long tail of Jackson, and his eyes widened as he remembered Lydia and Isaac. And Erica. Jesus.Stiles didn’t quite know how he was going to tell Derek that he’d gotten half of his pack killed. He watched, still feeling a little shocky as his dad jogged over to him. “You two better get out of here. I’ll need to interview you later, though so don’t go far.” He turned to Stiles. “And you. If I ever get a text like that from you again...” Stiles’ dad trailed off, jerking him into another hug. Stiles felt his own throat tighten.
“I wasn’t sure if it would even send, what with the fire and all.”
“The fire?” Stiles’ dad stepped back,the expression on his face slowly bleeding to that of a parent who knows there’s something else to a story that he just really doesn’t want to know. His hand froze in the act of handing Stiles back his phone. It was still set in the gps-emergency mode that they’d used to trace his phone.
“Don’t be a fool. There’s no fire. Do you think we would torch a perfectly good house for a few stupid kids? By the way, Sheriff, I’ll be wanting to discuss your son’s breaking and entering charges when you have a minute.” Gerard looked perfectly at ease with his hands handcuffed behind his back. If you ignored the furious rage in his eyes.
Stiles frowned, pulling away from his dad and looking down at his phone. It was cracked from where he’d tossed it out of the house, certain that it was about to be barbequed with the rest of the cabin, then looked back towards the house. Stiles, Derek, and Chris had come out at the base of the little hill, away from the main part of the house. Stiles hadn’t even noticed his surroundings. He rubbed the top of his head, staring at what should have been a burnt husk of a house. Instead smoke billowed out; quite a lot of smoke in fact, but there were no fires.
“That was a smoke bomb?” Stiles hadn’t meant to whisper. He was still kind of enjoying the shock thing he had going on. His hand tightened around his phone until he felt his knuckles go white.
The Sheriff slowly turned to face Gerard. His smile wasn’t what Stiles would call particularly nice. In fact, it looked a little like the good sheriff was having trouble remembering that he was wearing a uniform. “I think the three counts of attempted murder, one against a minor, the two counts of conspiracy to commit, plus the two counts of kidnapping will keep you pretty--and that’s just what I can think of now!-- busy. Oh and the explanations on the whatever-the-hell-it was you had in that holding cell down there that is currently making my deputy babble about lizard skin in between puking up his fucking toenails.” The smile turned positively evil.
“Both myself and three of my deputies saw you shoot at my son. I hope you have a very good lawyer, Mr. Argent.”
Stiles felt goosebumps break out on his skin as he remembered the kanima the Argents had... not just killed. Skewered. Derek stepped up behind him and Stiles had to stop himself from stepping back into the comforting heat blasting off his body. It reminded him that Derek was still suffering from the wolvesbane and he flailed, all at once sucking in too much air on a gasp. Derek’s hands closed over Stiles’ biceps, and he bent low to breathe in Stiles’ ear. “Three minutes and I’m taking you out of here.” Of course, that made him shiver for an entirely different reason.
There was some commotion as two sets of paramedics trotted up, hauling their equipment. One went over to where Chris Argent still sat, clutching his daughter with Allison pressing her tear-streaked face into his neck. The other went over to Victoria Argent’s body.
“Stiles.”
He was really having trouble focusing. Stiles felt like he was on the cusp of something approaching a freak-out of epic proportions, but he didn’t want to fall apart in front of his dad.
“He’ll be with me, Sheriff. You still have my number.”
His dad made a funny sound- something between a growl, a laugh, and a snort. “Yes. I most definitely do.”
Derek turned, and still grasping Stiles arm, staggered a little towards the woods. Stiles reached out without thinking about it and they both supported the other as they walked the few feet back towards the house. Stiles opened his mouth, and Derek just gave him a quick shake, walking a little faster.
Stiles just had time for one glance back to his dad who was staring after them with a small smile on his face before he turned the corner.
“Derek... I.”
“Not now, Stiles.” Derek’s voice was tight as his eyes darted from face to face around the smoky crime-scene. His fingers tightened on Stiles’ bicep and Stiles couldn’t help the wince and the hiss of pain. Derek dropped him so quickly that he stumbled, his arms pinwheeling as he tried to get his balance. Derek kept walking, his face carefully blank.
“But, Derek....”
“Not. Here.”
Stiles felt the stupid tears pricking at his eyes again. Did Derek already know? Was he... mad that Stiles had basically hidden away while his pack were hurt? But no, wait. If there wasn’t a fire then they surely could have gotten away, right? But Erica. He stopped for a minute. She had been pretty cut up. If Isaac pulled the barbed wire the wrong way, could she have been wounded enough that she couldn’t heal? Was that why Derek was acting so pissed off? Stiles had caught a glimpse of the other three- Boyd, Scott, and Jackson, so at least he knew that they were okay. But what about Lydia? And Isaac?
Derek actually took four steps before he noticed that Stiles had stopped and was staring at the ground, trying not to act like any more of a stupid kid. Before Stiles could raise his head, Derek was just there, pressed up against him. “Stiles.” His voice was soft. “Let’s just get out of sight, okay? Then you can tell me anything you want.”
“Oh god, it’s like watching my parents get ready to suck face.” Erica’s voice was completely disgusted.
Stiles turned so fast that his back popped in two places, gaping at her and Isaac. A branch snapped and Stiles saw Scott and Boyd standing a little further away. “I. I can’t believe you’re okay!” Stiles did something he never, ever dreamed possible. It was an act of pure bravery, and he fully expected his tombstone to completely reflect his utter awesomeness.
He hugged Erica, almost jumping in place.
“We did it! Holy shit that actually worked!” Even more shocking was the fact that she hugged him back for a second- before the low, dark sound from Derek sent her pushing Stiles away.
“Are you crazy?” Erica’s voice was much higher than usual.
Stiles blinked, trying not to pout. Okay they weren’t ever going to be bffs, but it was just a hug. “Sheesh, what? You want me to be mad that you weren’t cut in half by those crazy bastards? You didn’t see what they did to the kanima thing. Naaaast-ttyyyy. It won’t be marking anyone else.”
Scott, Boyd, Isaac and Erica looked from him, to Derek, and back to him, almost in complete sync, identical are you crazy?! looks on their faces. Stiles didn’t even know that Boyd had facial expressions.. It was kind of blowing his mind.
“What?” Stiles was beginning to think that he missed something. Stiles turned to look at Derek and felt himself flush at the intense look the werewolf was giving him. It reminded him very forcibly of the look on Derek’s face right before he kissed him the first time, and he was pretty sure that he didn’t want Derek to jump him right here, within eyesight of half of his father’s police force. Seventy-two percent. Okay, at least fifty-three percent sure.
“Put your phone and the wolvesbane in your pocket.” Stiles did so, taking a tiny step back from the look on Derek’s face. Derek’s eyes flashed and his hands blurred. Stiles didn’t have time to squeak in surprise before Derek had yanked him up, tossing him over his shoulder. Stiles could see Erica roll her eyes, Scott’s horrified nose-wrinkle of disapproval, and the identical little smirks on Boyd and Isaac’s faces before he felt Derek’s muscles bunch under him and he was running through the woods.
Stiles would have screamed, but he was too busy clutching at nothing, then squeezing his eyes shut as trees and sky and the forest floor blurred under his gaze. Derek’s rock-hard shoulder got him in the stomach, and his breath woooshed out of him on a grunt of pain. Shit, he’d been in cars that went slower than this. Stiles didn’t have time to feel nauseous before Derek stopped with a lurch, his hand gliding down Stiles’ ass and over his legs before moving up to his hips and swinging him off of Derek’s shoulder.
Stiles tried not to feel like a wuss as he clutched at Derek’s shoulders, trying to make his legs stop trembling. “You... what....!”
Derek pawed at his hip before pulling Stiles’ poor, beleaguered phone out of Stiles’ jeans’ pocket. He caught Stiles’ hand and placed the phone into it very deliberately.
“You are going to turn around and walk into my house. You will take a shower. You will let me tend to the wounds that I can still smell on you. You will go back on my bed. Then I am going to do every single thing I’ve been imagining doing to you in the last three weeks. If any of that is not an option then you need to tell me now, or call Scott to pick you up. He has your jeep.”
Stiles’ mouth fell open. He wasn’t entirely sure that he didn’t drool on himself, because Jesus. He had already turned when Derek stopped him by brushing his hand against Stiles’ side. Even the thought of Scott driving his baby didn’t really register. He bit his lips when Derek stepped closer, his fingertips brushing on the slight bit of skin over Stiles’ jeans. Stiles felt muscles in his stomach jump, as though they were trying to reach towards Derek’s fingers. Stiles sucked in a harsh breath as Derek’s fingers found the wooden box and pulled it out of his other pocket, shaking it with a little smirk. “Don’t think this will do you any good.”
Stepping away from Derek’s fingers was not exactly easy, but let it never be said that Stiles Stilinski didn’t know when to follow directions.
Except for the part where he ran, not walked.
****
He probably should have expected it. It seemed somehow kind of like a dick move, taking a guy’s shower when said guy had been smacked around by psychos for over twelve hours.
But still, the click of the door made Stiles freeze with his one hand on his chest, and the other... a little lower. He jerked up his head, poking his nose around the shower curtain, staring with wide eyes at Derek who stood there, calmly unzipping his jeans and kicking out of them. There was dirt and dried blood from old wounds. Stiles gaze went right to where the bullet had sliced through Derek’s skin, and blinked hard, disappearing back behind the shower curtain.
“Stiles?”
Derek was doing a lot more than just saying his name. Asking if it was okay for Derek to be here, if Stiles wanted this, if Stiles was okay...
“Yeah. I’m about to use all your hot water up.”
“We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” Derek sounded like he was about to laugh. Which, Stiles thought, was probably pretty fair, since his own voice sounded like Mickey Mouse. If Mickey Mouse did cheezy porn lines. Which he might. Not that Stiles was in any position to judge... oh jeez.
Derek just took a step forward, and Stiles forced himself to continue soaping his chest, scrubbing over his armpits, and down his sides, glad that Derek couldn’t see his face. This wasn’t a biggie, right? He showered with guys all the time. Of course, they weren’t this close. And Derek was close. Stiles could hear him breathing behind him. Stiles spared a moment for what he probably looked like: freckles and moles painted over a lanky frame and skinny ass, before wincing and focusing resolutely on the white tile in front of him.
Derek’s arm reached out to take the soap and Stiles felt his face go scarlet. It was such a simple, intimate act. Derek had probably showered with someone else a million times, but for Stiles it made his heart flutter crazily in his chest. Derek started soaping his back, each of his fingers seeming to zero in on a muscle that made Stiles’ heart flutter crazily in his chest. Derek’s hands moved up from the center of Stiles’ back, gently tilting his head forward so that the water crashed down on his head, working his fingers into the tense muscles of Stiles’ neck.
“Ohhh... ungh. Oh-okay. So is this to make the virgin less freaked out?” Stiles bit his lip, bracing his hand against the tile. Derek was finding aches he didn’t even know he had. It felt amazing. His body didn’t know whether to slump forward in bliss, or rub back against Derek. Their bodies weren’t touching, but Stiles could sense that Derek was only a few inches away from him and just knowing that was driving him crazy, wondering when Derek would push forward the slightest bit to bring them together.
“Maybe it’s for me to feel less freaked out.”
Stiles snorted.
“What? I can’t be nervous?”
That caused Stiles to turn, shocked. “Oh come on. I can’t imagine you being nervous about anything.”
Derek’s eyebrow quirked. Stiles shivered when his hands didn’t stop, continuing over the front of Stiles’ neck, pressing slightly into the tiny bruise there before rubbing over his collarbone, down over his shoulders, his chest. Stiles couldn’t help the little sound he made when the palm of Derek’s hand brushed over his nipples, nor the shiver when Derek’s eyes gleamed when he heard it. “You don’t think I’m nervous? Stiles, you almost died. Those fucking cages were soundproof, so I knew you couldn’t hear me yelling for you. The ‘bane had confused my senses so much that...then the explosion and the... the smoke....” Derek trailed off, his eyes shuttered.
Stiles swallowed hard, eyes darting from the eyelashes that were spiky from the shower water, to the way the steam had wilted Derek’s hair. Stiles didn’t ever want to see that broken look on Derek’s face again. It seemed ridiculous. Until he’d been attacked by the kanima, Stiles would have been hard-placed to attribute the fact that Derek actually felt things like a normal person, let alone felt anything more intense than dislike for Stiles. Now though? Now he knew Derek felt just as much as the next person. He was just better at hiding it. He’d had years of (rightfully) mistrusting the humans who had hunted and hurt him. Yet here he was. With Stiles, of all people.
Stiles took the soap and returned the favor, scrubbing lightly at the dried blood and dirt smeared across Derek’s chest, refusing to look lower, which was probably kind of stupid, but Stiles didn’t want Derek thinking that he didn’t appreciate what Derek was doing. Just going for his dick seemed like it would send the wrong message. Stiles leaned forward and brushed his lips against Derek’s. He was aiming for his mouth, but got the side of his lips instead, which made him feel like an idiot. Stiles tried really hard not to notice that him moving like that made his dick brush against Derek’s leg, but it did and his full-body shudder was hardly easy to ignore. He winced again. “Sorry.. I’m. Uh. Sorry.” His whisper still sounded loud over the sound of the water in the shower.
Derek groaned low in his throat, and yanked Stiles closer, so that their chests were together. Stiles gasped again when his cock slid against Derek’s stomach, and shivered when Derek’s arms came around him. “Stiles,” Derek’s voice was low. It caused things in Stiles’ gut to tighten. Derek pressed his nose under Stiles’ ear, into his neck and breathed deeply. “God, I don’t know what to do first.”
“We could. Uh. Get to the deflowering part. You know, you do the whole Star Trek thing. Boldly going where no man has... er. Or! Or this whole cuddle thing is awesome too but I think I might come in like two seconds because you’re so...oh my god I think I’m talking you out of this who does tha--mmmph.”
Derek shut Stiles up by tilting his head back and kissing him, taking a few steps so that he crowded Stiles’ back against the wall of the shower. His hands slid down Stiles sides, settling on Stiles’ hips , the fingers starfishing out over his ass so that Derek could pull their hips even closer together.
Stiles didn’t even know he could make that sound. At least he assumed it was him. Derek was licking into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip, pulling it a little and kissing over the stretched skin. Stiles didn’t know what to do first. His hands curled over Derek’s shoulders, hanging on, trying not to dig his fingernails into Derek’s skin as his toes curled. Shit, he’d thought that only happened in books.. Derek moved again, and Stiles saw starbursts behind his eyes at the sensation of wet skin on his cock. He jerked his mouth away from Derek’s with a cry.
“Fuck Stiles, you sound so good like that. I’ve been thinking of touching you, of getting to watch you come again.” Derek’s mutter was low in Stiles’ ear and Stiles couldn’t help the way he arched against him again, looking for more friction. Derek moved one hand from his hip to his dick, tightening and squeezing before starting to jack him faster, his wet hand tight, and Stiles couldn’t keep himself still, jerking a little at each move of Derek’s fist.
Stiles only had a second to force his eyes open one one long blink, caught a glimpse of the bunched muscles in Derek’s forearm with water sluicing over the whorls of hair, then blinked up when Derek tilted his face up so that he could watch Stiles as he came, mouth open in a wail as his cock spurted over Derek’s hand, shooting up and landing on Derek’s chest. The second pulse landed on the back of Derek’s hand, but before Stiles had stopped moaning, Derek was kissing him again, over his open mouth, his lips sliding down the side of Stiles’ neck, over his wet shoulder as he licked up the water on his skin. Derek moved to cup Stiles’ ass, lifting him into Derek’s slightly taller body.
Stiles just gasped for a second, overwhelmed as his sensitive cock slid against Derek’s body again, his heartbeat too loud in his ears. Derek thrust up, rutting against Stiles with a little grunt. his name almost ripping out of Derek’s chest before Derek stepped back, his hand practically strangling his own dick as he struggled not to come.
Stiles’ eyes bugged at the sight of Derek pressed against the back end of the shower, grabbing the base of his dick with his other hand stretched out along the tile, like he couldn’t quite force himself to quit reaching out for Stiles.
“Wh- what? Derek?”
“I- just need a minute.”
Stiles shut his mouth with a pop. Oh. He swallowed hard. “Um. Did I do something... wrong? Uh, other than coming in like three seconds?”
“No.” Derek’s eyes popped open. “No, Stiles of course not. It’s just that our pack is downstairs.” He breathed deeply, slowly releasing his hand from his dick. “And I’m not going to rush this.”
“Can I kill them?”
Derek snorted. “I might beat you to it. You go ahead and finish up here, and come down when you’re ready. I’ll leave you something to change into.” Derek ignored the way his cock bobbed as he stepped out of the shower, walking naked out into his bedroom.
Stiles got an eyeful and was really glad that Derek wasn’t there to see the completely dorky way his eyes widened when Stiles got a look at Derek’s cock for the first time. He remembered how he’d had to work himself open with the small toy, and knew that... oh. Oh fuck no way was he going to get hard with six werewolves like, just downstairs. They could probably smell it on him or something.
Which, okay. Embarrassing.
He wrinkled his nose as he thought, washing his body, blushing a little when he soaped up his ass. Talk about washing with intent. He felt like he should put on sexy underwear or something. Stiles wondered if they’d smell him on Derek, and ...yeah. Not so embarrassing. More like... completely awesome. Stiles smirked at the tile, thinking that he kind of liked the idea of everyone knowing that Derek was... well. His. That’s what it came down to after all. Well, it was hard to say for certain given that he couldn’t exactly go up to another werewolf pack and ask, but from the way the others treated him, and what Stiles had picked up in his research and from watching basically every documentary made about a wolf ever... Derek had pretty much announced that they were mates. Stiles wasn’t sure how that would work with him being human. Would he need to be bitten later? The pack was full of such young people- people that Stiles had Chemistry with for Christ’s sake. They weren’t used to taking any kind of orders from him.
Would they need to ... take orders from him? Would he really want them to? Hell no. It had been nerve-wracking enough just taking over for a few hours while they found Derek. Stiles couldn’t help a small feeling of pride as he washed off his soap and shut off the water. All things considered, he hadn’t done all that bad.
True to his word, Derek had left a pile of folded clothes on the closed toilet. Stiles dressed quickly, towel-drying his hair as he jogged down the stairs. The only room that wasn’t completely gutted was the kitchen, and Stiles knew they’d all be there.
It was a surprisingly domestic scene. Derek leaned against a counter, arms crossed over his naked chest. He was still wet and yeah okay, it was a little distracting.
He couldn’t swear, but Stiles thought that Isaac snorted.
“Well?” Derek’s growl wasn’t particularly patient.
Stiles froze mid-step. He was pretty sure that his flaming cheeks fairly screamed “THIS GUY HAD HIS HAND ON MY DICK TEN MINUTES AGO” but he tried to act a little less like the complete social reject he was, attempting to arrange his face into something approaching a more solemn listening expression.
Boyd tilted his chair back as he kept his gaze on Derek’s. “You brought us into this knowing that your way was the law. Here’s the thing though: it’s weird as hell, but I keep finding myself ... pleased when I do something that I know that you’ll approve of. Kind of a moot point, man. He’s already yours, whether he’s a wolf or not.”
Stiles froze, fighting to keep his face blank.
“Yeah. He protects us. He smells like you. You obviously want him. Stiles fought for us, Derek. He bled for us. If I had listened to him, I wouldn’t have been strung up in that trap.” Erica sounded bored with the conversation, but she kept looking over at Stiles with a little smirk on her face.
“I think you’re lucky to have him.” Isaac lifted his chin under the way Derek’s gaze focused on him, sharp like knives and twice as cutting. “You are. He’s... a really good person. I think that will be good for all of us.”
Stiles blinked, feeling a little emotional. It occurred to him then that none of them would dare lie to their Alpha. That... they were all speaking the truth.
“Besides, Derek. Your wolf’s already claimed him. That was pretty obvious. Y’know, you never asked Stiles what he wanted. Maybe it’s a bit too much to expect to put up with all of...” Scott waved his hand around. “This.”
Stiles caught Derek’s flinch out of the corner of his eye and frowned. He held up one finger. “One. There has been no claiming. I am not a swooning maiden. If there ever is claiming, I will find some way to hurt whoever mentions it. Two. I want it understood that if Derek is like, wolf-marrying me or whatever I am absolutely not wearing an apron. And you guys can clean up after your damn selves.”
Derek snorted, but when Stiles pushed off the wall, Derek met him halfway, reaching out to touch the bruise on his neck again. Stiles felt his dick jump in his pants and glared when Derek just smirked, like he knew what was happening. Derek turned to pick up his drink, staring at him over the top of the water bottle. Stiles didn’t even know you could keep smirking and drink at the same time.
“Aaand that’s my cue to leave. Good job saving daddy, everyone. Does anyone want pizza?” Erica’s voice was much less snotty than usual, and Stiles remembered the pre-bite Erica that he’d sometimes study with during Freshman year. The Erica who was much more soft; much less like she was about to bite your face off. Stiles pouted a little, looking a little forlornly after them. Pizza.... pizza did sort of sound awesome.
But then again, so did Derek.
Stiles’ phone rang. Derek actually laughed out loud at Stiles’ ringtone: humming along to the Cops’ theme and shaking his head as Stiles made a face. “Hi, dad. I’m still alive.”
His dad just sucked in a breath. Derek dropped the water bottle with a crash back to the counter.
“Oops. too soon?”
“Stiles. Not funny.”
Stiles winced. “Oh come on. It was a little funny.”
Derek was looking at him like he’d like to rip out his throat and beat him with it. Stiles rolled his eyes when his dad just sucked in a long-suffering sigh and asked to speak with Derek.
“Put me on speaker phone. You need to hear this too.” Stiles pushed the button, not mentioning to his dad that Derek could hear every word of the conversation, probably better than Stiles could.
“Hello, Sheriff.”
“Yeah. Well, here’s the thing. Chris Argent isn’t talking about.. anything. As far as anyone knows, the.. thing in the cage with you was just a freaky pet that the Argents were fucking around with. Funny though. The pictures for that part of the crime scene turned out really bright, so you can’t actually identify what’s in them. Just that it’s big.”
Derek’s eyes met Stiles’ over the phone. He looked shocked; as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Stiles was a little shocked too. Knowing that his dad was a pretty decent guy was one thing. Knowing that his dad was covering up for his preternatural goings on in Beacon Hills was another thing entirely.
“Chris Argent is in the hospital. He’s going to be kept overnight, but his daughter is here with him. I guess Scott’s mom is his nurse, and she filled me in that his girl hasn’t left his side. Did you know that she was told he was dead? That her grandfather and her own mother told Chris that...” there was a pause while Stiles’ dad probably looked at his notes. “That Allison was dead? That’s something.” He cleared his throat, the completely fucked up left unsaid, yet clearly implied.
“Let’s see. Derek, I’ll need you to come by the station tomorrow and make an official statement. Gerard Argent will quite likely never see the outside world again. He’s making noises of course, but between Allison’s statement of what she heard him do to her father, and ours of what he did to you boys, I’d be shocked if he saw a day without wearing cuffs. Crazy old bastard.”
“Wow, dad.”
“Yeah, it’s been a bit of a day.”
The three were all quiet for a minute while they reflected upon the obviousness of that statement. Okay so Stiles was maybe still thinking about pizza. A little.
“Hmm. So, tomorrow morning. Casa de Stilinski. Pancakes. Your presence is not optional.”
Stiles gaped at his phone. Did his dad really just okay him having a sleepover with Derek Hale then give him the holy pancake blessing?
“Sounds good. Goodbye, Sheriff.”
“Derek. Stiles, try not to... er.” he sighed. “Nevermind.” Stiles could practically hear his dad squeezing the top of his nose as though it pained him.
They hung up. “Clearly you do not understand the significance of the pancakes. My dad’s pancakes are like, holy relics of Jesusness. Scott didn’t get invited over for pancakes until six months after we’d met. And that was in Kindergarden.”
“Hm.” Derek finished the water.
Stiles closed his mouth, and looked away, trying to give Derek a moment. It was only sometimes when he realized how much Derek had lost. Not having a mom was... okay. It was pretty terrible. But it was worse because Stiles remembered what she’d been like before she’d gotten sick. Derek had to do that with his whole family. Constantly.
“That’s okay, right?” Stiles didn’t mean to sound so tentative.
“What is it with you guys and pancakes?” Derek’s smile was faint, but it still made Stiles want to throw himself at him.
Actually, Stiles really couldn’t see any reason why he shouldn’t. He didn’t really want the damn pizza anyway. Derek grunted a little in surprise, moving to save Stiles from banging his head on the top of the cabinets over the counter. Stiles wrapped his his legs around Derek, who just hoisted him up so that his ass was on the counter.
“So... we don’t have to rush.” Stiles grinned.
“No.”
“My dad basically gave you the gold seal of approval for us to fuck each other’s brains out. I’m just gonna throw that out there, even though I get about a billion nsexy points for mentioning my dad.”
“Ugh. Two billion.” Derek bent down to kiss him, caging him on the counter with his body.
“I uhm. Oh that’s... jeez. I never knew I liked my neck so much.” Stiles leaned back, letting Derek kiss him again. Honestly, he’d expected Derek to do more jumping and less.. well. Making out. Not that he was complaining because hello. Stiles was far from stupid.
Still, he didn’t want to do this on the counter. “Can we take this upstairs?”
Derek just stripped off Stiles’ shirt. “Talking about mates and smelling you all over me, looking at you in my clothes... I’m trying to not go too fast here, but you can’t just say shit like that, Stiles.”
Stiles licked his lips, watching as Derek’s gaze zeroed in on his mouth. “Yeah, well. I talk a lot. It’s kind of a thing.” He leaned forward and kissed Derek’s chest, scraping his teeth experimentally over the skin below Derek’s collarbone, grinning again as Derek jerked under his mouth with a groan.
Derek heaved Stiles up, taking his weight like he didn’t weigh anything. Stiles felt one of Derek’s hand on the back of his neck, and the other on his ass and just hung on as Derek carried him up the stairs, their mouths locked together. Stiles felt kind of proud of the fact that he wasn’t like, drooling or panting in Derek’s mouth. Derek let him kiss wherever he wanted, however he wanted, and Stiles was completely okay with that.
Stiles landed with a thump on the bed, but hardly noticed with the way Derek was on top of him, pressing him into the mattress. Stiles could barely catch his breath. Derek seemed greedy for it; for him as they kissed until Derek pulled back with a low groan.
“What do you want me to do?” Derek rocked his pelvis against Stiles’ and they both gasped. “This is your show. Do you want my hand again? My mouth? Do you want me to fuck you, Stiles?”
Stiles shuddered. It wasn’t much of a choice to be honest. “Inside. I want you inside me.”
Derek pulled away for a second, his face blank. He held up his hand and Stiles watched the fingernails bleed into claws, then back to fingers. Stiles froze. He wasn’t sure if he was terrified or about to come.“Um. Is this where I make the obligatory beastiality joke? ‘Cuz I think I covered just about all of them with Sco--- oh damn it.” Stiles winced. “Another billion unsexy points. Gross.”
Derek actually snorted again, leaning back and rolling so that he could take off his jeans. “I’ll be right back. Take these off.”
Stiles undressed in nanoseconds, kicking his jeans off so hard that they flipped across the room to land on a rickety-looking chair by the window. Derek came back to bed with the familiar yellow lube and a string of condoms.
Stiles frowned. “I thought werewolves don’t get diseases.”
“They don’t.”
“Well, it’s not like I’m gonna get pregnant.” Stiles couldn’t identify the expression that flickered over Derek’s face. “I kinda wanted... um. To feel you. Inside, Derek. Feel you coming inside of me. That’d be hot, right?”
Derek carefully relaxed his death grip on the now-mangled condoms. Stiles bit his lip, suddenly unsure. “Is that okay? Derek?”
“You’re going to kill me.”
Stiles watched as Derek carefully set the tub-o-lube down next to Stiles’ hip. Before, he’d kind of laughed at the ridiculously huge amount... but now that he’d seen the size of Derek’s dick, he was kind of really grateful.
“If you turn over it’s a little easier.”
Stiles was all for easy. Besides, he was pretty sure if he had to look up at Derek’s face while he stretched him open he’d come even faster than he’d already done, and really a guy had his pride. Or something. Mostly he didn’t want to look stupid, so whatever that was. “Okay.” Stiles turned over, trying not to feel awkward as Derek arranged him with his legs spread open, his dick pressed up between his stomach and the sheets.
“You’ll tell me if I do something that you don’t like.” Again, it wasn’t a request. Stiles nodded anyway, tensing when he felt Derek kiss between his shoulder blades. “Stiles. You’re sure about this? There’s other things...”
“No! I’m sure.” He thought. “Just ...” Stiles trailed off. ‘Be careful’ sounded too girly.
“Just what?” Derek kissed over the bumps of Stiles’ spine, slowly moving down. His kisses were soft with the swipe of tongue or the teasing scrape of teeth. Stiles had already forgotten what he was saying.
“I don’t know. Oh god. That feels...” Stiles trailed off as Derek moved slowly down his body, pushing his legs further apart. He felt a kiss on the back of his balls which caused his lungs to completely freeze. Derek breathed over him, his breath hot and humid.
Stiles’ eyes widened as he felt Derek’s fingers holding him open, felt the bristles on his chin brush lightly over the skin there. “Oh, shit! Derek...”
“Hmm?” Stiles could hear Derek inhaling deeply, his mouth just a breath away from his skin. Then the slide of his tongue against him, licking at his skin, sucking kisses randomly wherever he could find.
Stiles shouted at the sensation, pressing his face into his pillow as Derek started actually flicking the tip of his tongue at the his hole, quick, fluttery little licks that made Stiles press back into Derek’s mouth, desperate for more. Derek pulled away with a groan, pressing his forehead against Stiles’ ass, biting at the fleshy part above Stiles’ thigh. Stiles felt his own precome leaking out of his cock and moaned, trying to suck in enough breath to breathe.
It hurt just a little too much and Stiles yipped again, shivers breaking out all over his body. He almost couldn’t hear himself over his own panting breaths. Stiles jumped a little when he felt one wet finger circling the slickness left by Derek’s tongue. A little of the lube dripped down over his balls, and Stiles couldn’t help the way his hips rocked into the mattress. Derek rubbed his stubble over the back of Stiles’ thigh as he slipped his finger inside, waiting as Stiles tensed. Derek moved it around, wiggling as he made room for his finger. Stiles moaned even louder when Derek pushed in two fingers, using so much lube that he felt sloppy with it. When Derek started to fuck him with the two fingers, Stiles threw his head back, sucking in breath only so that he could moan louder, beyond caring if he sounded ridiculous or not.
“Look at you, up on your knees. I knew you’d like this. Fuck, Stiles, thats it. Can you take three for me?”
“Y-Yeah.. oh.. nnnngh I can. I can I want it come on, come on.”
Derek’s growl so close to his ass made Stiles’ dick spurt some more precome. He was so wet already that his dick felt slick when it slid against the mattress. Three fingers hurt a little, and Stiles hissed, trying not to tense up. Derek pet him, stroked his thigh and hip, but kept pushing his fingers in, until Stiles could feel Derek’s knuckles bump against the rim.
Derek stopped for a second to let Stiles adjust. He didn’t scissor his fingers, but instead curled them, and Stiles lurched forward in surprise as every nerve he had lit up at once.
“Oh, fuck!”
Stiles could feel Derek grinning against his skin. He did it again, and Stiles shuddered as he came all over himself, only realizing that he was rocking back onto Derek’s fingers at the end, screwing himself down onto Derek’s hand. Stiles collapsed against the bed and Derek pulled his fingers out with a wet sound, pushing Stiles over to his side. Derek bent over him, licking at the come on his stomach, over his wet, softening cock. Stiles made a strangled sound as Derek sucked at his half-hard dick, so sensitive that it almost hurt. Stiles reared up and pulled Derek’s hair, urging him up so that Stiles could kiss him. “Now that’s not fair. I’ve come twice and you haven’t even once. I might be new at this, but even I know that’s kind of uncool.”
Derek didn’t say anything, just turned him back over. Stiles felt the heat of Derek’s longer body against his back, braced himself on his arms as Derek’s cock bumped against his ass, then the head was stretching him open and Stiles froze again, biting his lip on another moan. Shivers broke out all over his body as Derek pushed the head of his cock into Stiles’ ass. Derek tried to give him another inch, but the stretch was too much and Stiles winced, making a small pain sound. Derek jerked out of him with a muffled “ fuck” and Stiles had to grab his hip to keep him from pulling completely away. Derek walked back on his knees, and Stiles felt Derek’s wet fingers again, sliding in and slowly out of him.
Stiles’ cock, which had softened from its half-hard state after Derek had greedily sucked off his come, begain to get back on board with everything that was happening, as it started to feel good, then great, then completely fucking amazing again.
Derek turned, so that his back was against the headboard, picking Stiles up and holding him so that he could kiss him again, having no problem keeping his fingers still buried inside of Stiles, middle finger flicking over the little bump that kept Stiles seeing stars. Stiles helped, moving so that he was straddling Derek’s cock, Stiles reached for the lube, stroking it over Derek and watching as the other man shivered and jerked under him.
Which was only fair, really.
It took a little bit of balancing, and a lot of stretching his legs more than he ever thought he’d have to stretch them before, but then Derek was holding Stiles open, his fingers almost bruising as he held Stiles’ cheeks apart. Stiles gripped the base of Derek’s cock, slowly moving himself down onto it.
Derek had his mouth open, and his eyes closed. Stiles was kind of afraid it was because his eyes had gone red, but he didn’t really give a fuck at the moment. Although he probably should, considering.
A little push, a nudge, and they both groaned as Derek slid inside, slowly making room for himself. Stiles could still feel the stretch, but the angle was so much better. He could rock his hips like this, and each time he did, he slipped a little more down onto Derek’s thick cock until he was clutching Derek’s shoulders, fully seated with Derek’s trembling fingers sliding over his stretched hole, feeling where they were connected together, causing Stiles to moan and jerk in place.
“This okay?”
Stiles’ mouth fell open. “Are you kidding me?” He tightened, and felt Derek’s fingers tighten on his ass. Stiles leaned back and his eyes fluttered as the drag of Derek’s cock hit a new angle. “Oh, god. That’s... there. Can you. I...” He trailed off, not able to find the words to tell Derek what he wanted. Stiles rolled his hips, experimenting with how quickly he could go, how much it would make Derek’s cock jerk inside of him.
When Derek’s slick hand closed around Stiles’ dick he bounced a little, then Derek’s hand was showing him the rhythm, giving Stiles both something to fuck up into and fuck back onto. Stiles came again almost immediately, and this time Derek growled, low and dark in the back of his throat. His eyes opened to lock onto Stiles’ drowsy ones as he flipped them, holding Stiles with his back against the sweaty sheets. From this position Derek could fuck into him as he wanted, needed to do. Stiles didn’t quite know what to do with his hands, but grabbing at Derek’s ass seemed like a good plan. Derek was still moaning as his hips rocked forward into Stiles and he arched, snapped his head back with a grimace.Stiles moaned at the feeling of the wet heat of Derek’s come as it painted his insides, hot and fuck that was Derek. Coming inside of his ass.
Derek had frozen in place, trembling a little. Stiles looked up at him, trying to memorize how he looked, which was probably stupid but it wasn’t like he was going to be posting that as his facebook status or anything, so whatever.
Derek shifted, landing on the mattress with a muffled ‘ooomph,’ disentangling them from each other. Stiles winced as he felt Derek’s come leaking out of him.
“Euurgh. That’s definitely a new feeling.”
Stiles didn’t realize that he’d said it out loud until Derek started laughing, yanking Stiles up so that he was sprawled over Derek’s sweaty chest.
“So, that’s sex.”
Derek raised an eyebrow, frowning. “Is that a complaint?”
“Um, are you insane? Is this the part where I say ‘It was good for me’? Because I will. Again, the basis of comparison isn’t exactly
full of people lining up out the door, but--”
Derek smacked his ass and Stiles jumped with a not-so muffled squeak. “No. This is the part where we go to sleep and wake up for round two. Later. Much later.”
Oh. Well, okay. He was so on board with that. And it was kind of nice, really, listening to Derek’s heartbeat under his chest. The ceiling fan cooled the sweat on their bodies and this was... nice. Derek Hale was a cuddler. Who knew?
“Hey, Derek?”
Derek grunted.
“So... what’s knotting? Is that a real thing? Because my dad like, already saw my browser history and I was afraid he’d think I was completely fucked up if I--”
“Oh my god.” Derek smacked his ass again. Which, hello. Not exactly a deterrent. “Can you be quiet?”
“No I can not. I’m just saying that it sounds like it would be--mmmph!”
Derek kissed him, lazily, holding Stiles’ face in his huge hands. He pulled away and stared down at Stiles’ goofy grin with a suspicious look. “We can talk about that later. Sleep now.”
Which was an excellent idea. No, really. It totally was.
Stiles made himself comfortable, pulling up the sheet over them both, smooshing his cheek into Derek’s chest again, trying to slow his breathing.
For about ten minutes.
“Hey Derek?”
“Grrrrr.”
“Um. Nevermind.”
Stiles heard a few heartbeats go by. Then a sigh that sounded like its owner had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“What, Stiles?”
“I just.” He paused, suddenly a little nervous. “It’s just that wolves mate for life right? I just wanted you to know that I would be... okay with that. Maybe slightly more than okay. If that was true.”
There was another beat of silence. Stiles felt Derek’s hand cupping the back of his head, sliding slowly down his spine and back up, stroking his back. “Yeah. It’s true.”
Stiles bit his lip. Waited a few more seconds. “Jeez. Some of us are trying to sleep here. Goodnight!”
Another smack on his ass was Stiles’ only answer.
The End!
THANK YOU for putting up with my first attempt in this fandom! I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to let me know what you thought. ♥♥
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Date: 2012-07-13 01:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-11 04:17 pm (UTC)I JUST...
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Date: 2012-07-13 01:10 pm (UTC)Wowee!
Date: 2012-07-13 08:54 pm (UTC)He is the un-sung hereo!
Thank you for sharing this. :)
TTYAL,
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Date: 2012-07-15 02:26 pm (UTC)Waited until this was complete to read (and omg was that hard!) and loved it soooo much! Hope you write more in this fandom, you've really got a handle on the characters :D
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Date: 2012-07-20 12:15 am (UTC)I had a hard time with this journal in particular and squeebook for some reason but maybe it's better now? (i had to get your really long zach/chris fic into pieces it was awful on my kindle)
I finally watched Teen wolf :) I'm up to ep s2e5... :) it's like a sillier high school Lost girl XD -- do you watch lost girl? If not and you like teen wolf you may want to give it a try <3
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Date: 2012-07-20 12:42 am (UTC)amazing
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