Disclaimer: Does not belong to me all rights belong to Jeff and his team.

Authors Notes: This story is a sequel to When Trust is Everything that blew up to become its own verse. This story will be a canon divergent retelling of season 2 with each episode being part of the story.

Red eyes. Stiles knew what it meant. He was no one half of the Alpha pair of Beacon Hills.

Of Fuck.

He was now responsible for the safety of the town, and he hadn't even finished High School. He could feel Derek's excitement as the power ran through his veins. He was definitely a high wolf right now. Well, he would take one for the team and keep him distracted until he was thinking with more than his goddamn snout. Stiles was glad that he could still think rationally. He must have said some of that aloud as his Grandad was laughing in his ear. In fact, Edward was still laughing as Stiles was engulfed in the most enthusiastic hug. Honestly he was more like a cuddly octopus than a dangerous Alpha wolf. Stiles could make out a rumbled, "Mine," and a, "Mate."

He rolled his eyes and could guess that Derek would have a one track mind. Still he would not want an audience for how he intended to keep Derek distracted so with a, "We're outta here!" He decided to transport them back to his bedroom - thankful that his Dad was going to the office. Stiles was glad that his Dad was so accepting of Derek but there was no reason to rub it in his face. He was also aware that his Dad was the Sheriff so he should tread carefully so as not to screw up his Dad's job.

Derek was still all human apart from sharper fingernails and the glowing red eyes. Stiles should not find it hot - but he was not little Red. He had no problem in being eaten by the big bad wolf. He watched, already panting as Derek stalked towards the bed. Stiles suddenly knew what prey felt like. Derek was still on a power high and Stiles knew that he needed to truly claim his mate as that was the one thing that Derek had control about and understood in his life. "Need you Der'."

Derek rumbled and one might compare it to a kitten but even Stiles knew that that would likely see him cut off from sex if he made that comparison. Stiles though did not get to think much longer as the desire was building in a feedback loop along their bond. Stiles sucked in a breath as Derek stripped him of his clothes but he wasn't a full on blushing maiden. He was grabbing at Derek's clothes wanting to divest his Alpha of all the clothes that were blocking his beauty. Stiles gasped out, "So fucking hot and mine."

Derek growled at that remark, low and sexy. Stiles was not going to last too much longer and he really wanted to last until at least he'd got his pants off. He bucked up, desperately seeking friction.

He could hear Derek's amazement, "You want this."

Stiles ground up into him, "Damn straight you're mine Alpha."

Stiles could see the moment the light switched in Derek's brain. He was their mate, and accepting their bond it was up to Derek to make him submit; it was up to Derek to show he was worthy of Stiles submission. Derek stretched out over him, covering him so that they touching skin on skin. Stiles knew that Derek was aiming for maximum scent marking. Stiles couldn't help if he was being a tease by grinding against Derek - but all he could think about was release. He needed to come so bad,

"Not yet."

Stiles whimpered as he was guessing that Derek was going to draw this out. He nearly bucked off the bed when he felt the warm talented tongue suckle around the head of his weeping dick. He looked down to see the content, smug grin of an Alpha who knew exactly what he was doing to Stiles. Stiles eyes rolled into the back of his head as his brains were being sucked out of his dick. He must have said something to that effect as he was treated to a rumbling laugh around his dick. He whimpered as he tried not to come before he even began.

Derek pulled off, wanting him to come, "Come for me baby."

Stiles was so far gone that he didn't even protest the baby comment. He was also powerless to resist the request as it was exactly what he needed. He came with a shout and watched as Derek sucked all of it down, licking his lips so as not to miss any of it.

He was sated and a puddle of goo. He could only let Derek move his muscles into the places where he thought best. He was moaning and whimpering worse than the actors in the last porno he watched. It struck him that he was living his own porno - only a thousand times hotter.

Derek growled, "No one gets to see you like this."

Stiles was fully on board with that plan and his legs spread open letting Derek see all of him. He was being impish as he went limp and pliable. He could see the reaction Derek had to that as his eyes flashed crimson - and stayed that way. "Come on Alpha ... take me."
Stiles didn't even to bother his shudder of desire - he had no doubt that his mate would smell it anyway.

He could feel as the fingers slowly stretched him open - he was whimpering and moaning now. He wasn't sure that he would live long enough to feel Derek's cock inside him even though right now that was all he wanted to feel. He was going to burst through sexual frustration. The bastard stilled his hand and Stiles opened his eyes glaring at his mate. He would have used words but that part of his brain was offline right now.

Derek grinned at mates glare; Stiles may be a virgin but he was not shy. He started to push back against Derek's fingers and Derek just watched as his fingers were swallowed by his willing mate. He was doing the best to prepare his mate but he was not going to be able to resist too much longer. He and his wolf had the overwhelming urge to bury themselves deep inside their mate,

When Stiles started to thrust back willingly, moaning all the while Derek knew it was time. He pulled his fingers out and heard the whimper as his mate was suddenly empty. He pulled his mate closer, lining himself up and gently pushed forward. He savoured watching his dick slowly sink into the tight heat of his mate. He was the only one who would get to see his mate like his. He and his wolf were smug. He was using the last frail thread of control not to thrust.

Stiles was stunned. He was so full and Derek was staying stock still, just purring. Stiles could feel the satisfaction from here but it was not enough. "Fuck me ...Claim me."

And that was the magic phrase. Derek heard the demands of his mate and snarled, pulling back and the thrusting back in. He was setting a vicious pace, and the human part of him was worried for his mate as he pounded him. His wolf was smug at the moans he kept pulling out of his mate. He could feel the pleasure building, the overwhelming urge to tie them together.

Stiles must have known; Stiles could feel the hint of claws pressing into his hips and it made him burn all the more hotter, "Do it. Want your knot."

Derek growled, low and needy, he was a little more wolf than man right now. One last thrust and he could feel his knot expand. His mate was so good, writing on his knot. He'd showed his mate that he was the one who could pleasure him best.

Stiles was incredibly satisfied. Still he couldn't help but be pragmatic even as his brain was shutting down thanks to good sex. "We need ...clothes ...before Dad..."

He said no more as he slipped into a deep satiated peace. Derek really did not want to clothe them as he objected to not seeing his mate in all his glory. Although enough sense had been restored to know that the Sheriff seeing them naked would not be good. He managed to slip some clothes on before falling into a deep slumber pulling his mate close.

Stiles woke up to his Dad by his bed. It was a good thing that they'd dressed again. Otherwise he suspected his dad would not have been too impressed. Stiles knew that his dad accepted his relationship but wouldn't be too keen on having it rubbed in his face.

Stiles startled but Derek caught him before he could face plant on the floor, "Hey dad thanks for the scare"

John smiled, seeing the childish pout on his son's features. You're welcome."

It was a nice bit of levity from what had been a sucky night. His son had gone off to face an Alpha werewolf and two kids had been attacked. "You okay?"

Stiles took a deep breath and he may have leant back against Derek's chest. "I will be. What's up?"

His voice was full of concern as he knew his dad. He only usually got this way when there was a bad case involving kids.

His dad sighed. "You sure you got the Alpha last night?"

"Yeah why?"

John looked haunted, "Your friends were attacked last night."

Stiles was way more alert now and Derek was reacting as well. "Who was attacked and are they okay?"

John shook his head, "Let's just say that it was consistent with those pesky mountain lions and the people are Lydia and Jackson."

Stiles did not know what to say right now. He was assuming that the Hale Pack would consist of him, Derek and a reluctant Scott. "Are they okay?"

"Lydia is in a coma ... and Jackson was checked out AMA by his father this morning."

Stiles pinched his nose. This was so not what he needed to deal with. He was hoping to help Derek adjust to the power increase whilst keeping up at school. It was ambitious but not beyond him - there were some advantages to his ADHD. "We need to find them Der'."

The alpha wolf was slow to wake and seemingly reluctant to let go of Stiles neck. Thankfully he was not molesting him in the presence of his Dad; he was just scenting him. He grumbled, "What?"

Stiles rolled his eyes because jeez his mate was not a morning person. "Well honey it seems Peter had the last laugh or bite in this case."

"Who did he bite?" Derek asked all seriousness now - it was enough to have jolted him to being alert.

The Sheriff was the one to answer him, "Jackson Whittlemore and Lydia Martin."

Derek frowned, "Wait is that the strawberry-haired goddess?"

Stiles sighed - he could tell that possessive jealousy was going to be a thing. Was it wrong that he was okay with that? "Is she healing or deteriorating?" Stiles asked hoping to deflect him, plus whilst he didn't want to think it. He knew that either option was not a good one around a hospital full of humans who knew nothing about the Supernatural.

The Sheriff could guess that that was the most important part. The trouble was - she was no worse but at the same time she was no better. "She is just catatonic - no better or worse."

Derek frowned as he'd never heard of that scenario - as far as he knew the bite took or you died. There was no in between.

Stiles knew a little more thanks to his study, "It seems there is something hidden in her family tree."

The Sheriff rubbed his face letting Stiles know just how tired he is. It was what he did when he couldn't handle any more information, "And what does that mean?"

Stiles shrugged, "There are a few creatures that will survive a bite unchanged, like a banshee, and a few like myself who in theory can choose to accept, reject or change the bite."

Derek was awake and annoyed. He did not like the idea of potential Omegas running through his territory. "I need to find the wolf."

Stiles sighed just imagining how well the first meet and greet would go between Derek and Jackson - oh to be a fly on that wall. Still he could be mature for once, "So here is what we will do. You go sniff out Jackson and I will go and find out what Lyds is."

"You are not leaving to go and see that ..."

Stiles could tell that Derek wanted to finish that sentence in a multitude ways but was mindful of his Dad being in the room. It was a good sign; showing that Derek was able to think with more than the primal part of his brain. "Yeah you're cute and all but you're my one and only boo and that will not change."

Derek said something like, "Mine."

Stiles snorted, "Always now let's go sort things out."

If Stiles had just how complicated, and annoying things would have turn out to be. He would have made his Dad go and sleep and drag Derek back to bed for round three.