Another Sterek story that I was able to finish.
Hope you'll enjoy it
(also there's no beta read, so sorry for the mistakes)
All work and no play makes Derek a dull boy
„Fucking Christ Derek!" Stiles yelled more in anger than surprise as he was used to once. "Is it really that hard to come through the door, man? I mean did they ever do something to you to deserve that ignorance of yours?"
"I don't ignore them."
"And the maker of doors thank you," the young man rolled his eyes. "At least warn a guy before you give him a heart attack."
"How would you imagine that?"
"Dunno, bark or something," he waved his hands.
"And wake up your father?"
"My father knows you're here," said Stiles at the same time as they heard a shout of: "His father knows you're here."
Derek blinked and opened his mouth to ask how's that possible, but the other was already speaking again.
"I don't know why you are here, though. Did something happen? Have you pissed of Scott or maybe Lydia wanted to watch the Notebook again? I just can't think about any reason why you, of all people, are in my room in the middle of the night."
"The research," Derek growled lowly.
Stiles sighed and went to turn on his laptop, babbling along. "You couldn't wait till the morning, could you? Like a normal person, but you're not normal, Derek is the Big Bad Alpha creeping into my room through the window. How lucky I am."
"Stiles," the man glared at him even if he knew the other was right.
"Yeah, yeah, the oh so important research. I'm on it, Sourwolf," Stiles grinned to himself tapping away at the keyboard. "Shit," he coursed after a while and started to go through a pile of papers on his desk.
"What's wrong?" Derek raised an eyebrow as Stiles was running around looking into shelves and under some of the furniture.
"I have," Stiles reached under his bed and pulled out a sock, which he threw away in disgust. "Well, more likely I don't have the second part of the research," he looked at the laptop screen and then back at Derek.
"Where is it?"
"Um, you know," Stiles scratched the back of his head nervously, "it'd seem that somehow it's on Peter's computer."
Derek growled.
"Hey, don't show me your teeth!" Stiles pointed a finger at him. "He knows about this shit. It's twice as quick as normal and I can be sure we're not just guessing."
"He tried to kill you!" spat the wolf.
"Don't you say," Stiles threw up his hands. "And who didn't?"
"Stiles."
"Don't Stiles me, wolfie. Peter is useful even as a walking dead, get over it," he said angrily and turned away. "You'll have to wait until tomorrow, so I can look into it with him again."
"Why haven't you spoken with Deaton?"
"I have, he was there with us. We sat down in his office and went through like millions of books, zillions of websites and your uncle's computer, so we could tell you what exactly we're facing and how to kill it, but here you are – frowning again as if they had told you they stopped making black clothes. You know a simple thank you would do the trick," Stiles was speaking as he went to the bathroom and back.
"Tomorrow, two o'clock," the alpha growled and jumped out of the window.
"Yeah, whatever," Stiles answered with an eye roll. "Say hi to Peter from me," he added with a shout smirking to himself.
There was a knock.
"Son?" the sheriff looked into the room.
"Yeah, dad?"
"Care to explain what your research with Derek's uncle includes?"
"Unicorns."
The older man frowned. "Like the mystical horse with a horn on its forehead?"
"Something like that," Stiles clicked his tongue, "but they don't exactly look like horses. And also the story about lying their heads into virgins' lap?" he looked at his father, "That's far from true. If you don't count exposing your guts to the world as a token of friendship."
"Yeah," the sheriff looked kind of lost and a little bit creeped out, "that's, um, great."
"Not really," Stiles snored.
"Why?"
"A virgin here," he said loudly as if it should be clear, waving a hand over himself. "But don't worry, dad. We're gonna handle this."
"Okay, be careful."
"Will do."
The next day was raining. Hard.
Stiles sighed when he found out he'd forgotten his umbrella. But suddenly there was a knock on the car's window.
"You're coming?" Peter stood there with a smirk and a big blue umbrella over his head.
"Yup," Stiles smiled, grabbed the laptop lying on the passenger seat and got out. "Fuck, it's cold."
"Hello to you too," the older man rolled his eyes.
Stiles chuckled. "Thanks," he pointed at the barrier that guaranteed they stayed dry.
"We can't have you dripping wet on our couch, can we?"
"You have couch? Wow, man, that's some progress. Buy windows and it'll be like Hilton."
Peter laughed as they went together back into the house.
"So," Stiles looked at his companion, "did he barked at you too yesterday or was it just me?" He turned on the laptop and sat down next to Peter. Sometimes, the man still creeped him out, but Stiles could be forgiving.
Peter snored, but didn't comment in another way. "You want some fries?"
Stiles perked up with a smile. How could you stay mad with this man?
"Do you need to ask?"
"It's polite," shrugged the other.
"And since when have you been polite?"
"Curly fries it is," Peter smirked and left the room to make the order. Stiles sighed again and started to work.
"Derek was moody yesterday."
"What?" Stiles asked with a mouthful of fires.
Peter grimaced, but didn't say anything. "You've asked if my nephew barked at me."
"Yeah," the younger man swallowed to Peter's relief, "was it bad?"
A satisfied smirk appeared on the man's face.
(Flashback)
"I told you to stay away from him," Derek growled his eyes flashing red.
"And I kept my promise. But he came to me for help, how could I resist?"
Derek roared. "I don't care, Peter! Stiles is pack, if you hurt him-"
"Now why would I do that? He's a lovely little creature and I enjoy his company very much. Don't worry about that pretty neck, nephew."
"Don't you dare touch him!"
"Jealous much?" Peter smirked and bowed quickly when the alpha in his wolf form threw himself at him.
(Flashback)
"I wouldn't say bad," he smiled softly, amused by the memory.
"Stop it," Stiles hissed and looked around as if someone was watching them.
"What?"
"You're smiling like a normal person. People might think you've finally went nuts."
Peter laughed. "Shut up," he bounced shoulders with the other. "Work."
Stiles chuckled and relaxed into the touch. Peter raised an eyebrow, but the boy's heartbeat was normal, so he didn't move and looked back to his own computer. It was 13:59.
"I don't know, Derek. Stiles has this part of the research. I'm sure he'll tell you, if you ask him," Deaton was speaking as he entered the house. He nodded at Peter, who jabbed Stiles into the ribs when they came in, in greeting.
"Ow, you damn wolf!" the young man pulled off his head phones and glared, completely oblivious that other people were in the room with them.
There was a loud growl.
"Oh, hi Dr. D.," Stiles smiled at the man, who was choking on a chuckle. "Grumpy wolf," he didn't even look up.
"Don't call me that."
"Sure thing, Sourwolf," he smiled cheekily.
Derek growled, but didn't say a word, just frowning at the pair on the couch. His uncle looked up, leaned closer to Stiles, who didn't seem to notice, and winked.
The alpha's eyes flashed red, which only made Peter smile wider.
"So," Stiles cleared his throat, "we know it's a unicorn. Don't give me that look; I know it's fucking funny. And we know how to kill it, but you'll need help," he was looking into Derek's green eyes.
"I'll call Isaac."
"No," Stiles shook his head," that's not enough. Call everyone."
Derek raised an eyebrow, but pulled out his phone and left.
"Should we call Chris?" Stiles asked nervously looking at the other two men.
"If I'll have the permission to go with you, it won't be necessary."
"You want to go, like outside?"
"I don't burn in the sunlight," Peter rolled eyes for the third time that day.
"Okay, I think you could use a little scratch," Stiles nodded.
"They will be here in ten," Derek came back.
"Great."
"Who must I kill to get out of here?"
"A unicorn, Jackson."
"You're kidding. Are we gonna chase rainbows too?"
"You will, if you don't shut up," growled Derek.
"Yeah, well," Stiles clapped his hands together, "A unicorn. It's big, it's fast, it kicks or it rips your stomach open with the horn."
"Thanks for crushing my children dreams," frowned Erica.
"Don't worry; your fluffy white pony is safe. This one looks more like a fat black... something."
"How do we kill it?" asked Isaac looking nervously at Peter and when the man smiled, he blushed and dropped his gaze quickly.
"That's the tricky part. You need to stab the unicorn with the horn."
"Fuck that, I'm not gonna stab ponies on Saturday's afternoon, Stiles. I have plans," whined Erica.
"The sooner it's done you can go back to painting your nails."
"Peter's right. Let's go."
"You're not going," said Derek, his tone firm and not leaving place for arguments. Stiles smirked, then snored, looked at Peter and then back at the alpha.
"We're both going, Derek. You'll need help."
Deaton cleared his throat. "I understand why you want Peter to go, but in your... situation, wouldn't it be better to stay behind?"
Stiles smiled sadly. "You need to find the unicorn. It won't show itself if it senses danger. You need bait and you have one willing virgin right here."
"No," Derek growled, but his expression looked as if he was in pain.
"It's a good plan," Peter nodded. "Just to lure it."
"No," the alpha barked again, "we can find it without him."
"Actually," Deaton frowned reading some paper, "You can't. It can hide its smell traces."
"Stiles' going, we can protect him. I'm not playing hide and seek with this fucker."
"Erica!" Derek warned still glaring at the boy before him.
"Come on, Sourwolf," he smiled sweetly and came closer, "you need me," he sang happily.
Derek sighed in defeat. "I need you alive."
Stiles smiled brightly knowing he has won. "Same goes for you. No throwing yourself in front of me."
Of course he didn't listen.
"Derek!" Stiles screamed.
The wolf with shaky hands grabbed the horn slick with blood and pulled. Stiles winced as the point was coming more and more into the view. It was a really shitty way how to stop the fucking unicorn.
"Help him," he whispered weakly knowing the others will hear him. Suddenly Peter appeared from nowhere jumping on the unicorn's back grabbing its head in a tight grip. Derek twisted the horn with both hands and with a painful moan broke it.
The unicorn gave an animalistic roar and backed away, the other wolf still holding on its back.
"Derek," Stiles whined watching as the alpha fell on his knees loosing the disgusting leverage of the horn.
"Give me that fucking thing and start healing," shouted Peter. Derek threw him the horn and as soon as Peter finally killed the beast with a satisfied growl, Stiles break into run, just in time to catch the injured man into his arms.
"You stupid, fucking asshole," Stiles sobbed ignoring the tears. "It wasn't even turning to me. Why did you do that?"
"You're alive," Derek whispered and weakly raised his hand to touch his cheek.
"Yeah," Stiles smiled through the tears, "but you're half dead," he was holding Derek's head on his lap, one hand pressing down onto the wound trying to slower the massive bleeding. He felt the edges of the hole, the ripped skin.
"I'll heal."
"You better," growled Peter coming back with the others, Erica and Isaac rushing towards their alpha, Jackson and Boyd looking pale and sick.
"Holy shit!" whispered the girl and started to take away the pain. Isaac jointed with a whine and Stiles closed his eyes in relief.
"Don't ever do that again," he said meaning it as a warning, but it came out more as a plea. "Don't you dare die on me."
"He won't," Peter said firmly, "You won't let him."
Stiles nodded and squeezed Derek's hand the man already unconscious.
"Stiles?"
"He's not here," answered Peter looking up from his book.
"Is he-"
"-alright? Yes, a little bit shaken up by your hero doing, but fine otherwise. All bones in the right places."
Derek sighed in relief. Everybody was fine, the pack was safe.
"He was sitting by your side the whole day," Peter spoke up again turning a page, "I made him leave to eat something, but he'll be here in a moment."
"Why are you telling me this?"
His uncle looked up with a serious expression. "I thought you should know that your mate is worried about you," he chuckled. "I bet you didn't know I'm aware of this, did you? My dear nephew I have a nose."
"Does he-"
"-know? No, he hadn't had time to realize trying to stop your bleeding."
Derek winced at the words, feeling the pull of the wound.
"Although the little she-wolf suspects something."
"Erica?"
"Yes, she seems quiet fascinated by you two and the little pup cuddles with Stiles like he's his mum. You're running out of time, Derek."
The man looked away. "I can't tell him."
"He's not a kid anymore. How long have you been waiting?"
"I can't... do this to him."
Peter snored. "Stop playing martyr and think about it. Haven't you noticed how he looks at you, smells when he's around? Have you ever considered that maybe this is exactly what Stiles wants?" he stood up leaving the book on the chair he was sitting in. "Think about it," he said and opened the door.
"Peter," Stiles stood there. "Is he awake?"
"As chipper as ever."
"Thanks," the boy smiled brushing shoulders with the man as he left. "Hi," he examined Derek lying in the bed.
"Hey, you all right?"
"That should be my line," Stiles chuckled coming closer.
"I'll heal."
"Yup, and then you get yourself almost killed again, the magnificent world," he rolled his eyes sitting down on the bed.
"I'm not doing it on purpose."
"It looks like it," Stiles frowned eyeing the bandages around Derek's abdomen.
"Stiles, I-"
"No," he sighed sadly, "it's okay. I get it. You're the strong alpha protecting the dumb human in his pack. I should have stayed behind."
"What are you talking about?"
"I should- this is my fault! Don't you see? You always end in this bed with stitches because of my stubborn decisions."
"Stiles, stop," Derek grabbed his hand, "this isn't your fault. Did you throw me in front of that unicorn?"
"No," he sighed.
"It's my choice to protect you no matter what."
"But I can take care of myself, Derek. I can run and fight, I can help."
"That's not- you don't understand. I need to protect you."
"But it's not worth your life. You can't just... sacrifice yourself."
"It is!" Derek shouted. There was a silence for a moment.
"Don't you thrust me?" Stiles whispered softly. "We need to fight together and protect each other. You can't keep pushing me away," he said squeezing the hand, which was curled around his fingers.
"I know," the wolf sighed tiredly, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Stiles smiled. "It's nice if you think about it, you putting me at the first place."
Derek smiled hesitantly looking a little bit lost.
"I'm gonna," Stiles waved his free hand at the door, "bring you something to eat, okay?"
"Okay."
"Um, can I have my hand back, please?"
Derek looked at his fingers squeezing the other's in a firm grip. Slowly, he entwined them and without looking at the boy lifted their hands to his lips and kissed Stiles' knuckles. When he let go, Stiles was blushing adorably from head to toe, his heart beating fast.
"Go," the wolf chuckled. Stiles stood up tentatively, but then leaned down to give him a peck on the cheek, rushing to the doors quickly after that.
"I'm glad you're okay," he smiled tightly shutting the door behind him. It hasn't been probably even a minute since Stiles left and Peter was there again.
"Will you tell him?"
"Not yet. He's not ready."
"But you will tell him," Peter smirked eyeing the book he had left in the room before.
"I want to," Derek admitted honestly. It was really a torture to have your mate right in front of you without a chance to act on it.
"Take your time, nephew." His uncle grinned in satisfaction. "Take your time."
"Wait!"
"Yes?"
"Why is it so important to you? Stiles knowing he's my mate?"
"That's because," Peter started enthusiastically, "that young man is an amazing creature which respects you and trusts you very much and it will make everybody really happy if you don't screw this up. You deserve him just as much as he deserves you. Moreover with an Alpha pair like this we can only become stronger."
"You really think so?"
"No, I made it up," Peter rolled his eyes and this time it actually hurt him, "of course I think so, you dunce. Why would I help you if not because of this?"
"Of what?" Derek frowned.
"Family. Our new family, Derek. I'm doing it because of it."
The alpha looked surprised but felt happy at the same time. He knew Peter won't be the same as he once used to be, but he liked this version just fine.
"Thank you," he nodded with a small smile playing on his lips.
"Oh, it's nothing. It's you who will spill the beans after all, not me. I'm just laying clues," he cocked his head and listened. "Seems your lover boy's bringing the breakfast," he winked at him and was gone.
Derek just shook his head with a sigh.
"What's this?" Stiles asked coming closer to the chair Peter had been sitting in.
"What?"
"This," he picked up the book.
"A book."
"No, really?" Stiles rolled his eyes flipping through the pages.
"Peter left it here."
Stiles hummed frowning a little. "I think I'm gonna borrow it," he said slowly.
"Ask first, you don't want him in your room getting it back."
"Yeah," he nodded leaving the room with his nose buried in the book.
"Stiles!"
"Ow," the young man groaned when he hit the wall next to the opened door. "Who the fuck put it here?" he muttered.
"That would be me," Derek said unimpressed.
"Evil," Stiles glared at him. "You need something else?"
"I'm fine."
"Okay, see ya later," he grinned. There was no sound after Stiles closed the door, but then suddenly a loud 'fuck!' as he hit a cabinet in the hallway.
Derek sighed.
"What are you reading? Not another research, I hope."
"No," Stiles answered not looking up, "this is my own... research."
Erica raised an eyebrow plunking down next to him. "And what's so interesting that you haven't even complimented my new dress?"
"They're lovely," Stiles answered automatically turning a page.
"Wow, what's this shit? I'm not wearing a dress."
"What?" he finally looked up and noticed Erica was in tank-top and white shorts. "Oh, well this looks good too."
"Thank you," she smiled satisfied, "now spill."
"It's nothing, just something about wolves."
"Ha!" Erica snored. "You're not gonna fool me, Stilinski. Something about wolves won't have you drooling over it."
"I'm not drooling!"
"Give me that book."
"No," he snatched it away quickly.
"You won't stop me, Stiles. I'm gonna tickle you to death," she grimaced running her fingers over his ribs. Stiles was laughing and squirming, but didn't gave up that easily. Until Erica found an extremely ticklish spot on his stomach.
"I give up! Stop. I'll tell you. I'll tell you."
"So?"
"Mating."
"No way! Like wolves' mating or werewolves'?"
"Wolves' compared to werewolves'."
"Holy shit, that's some kinky stuff. I wanna look, give me that," she lunged at him easily winning over.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Stiles!" she whispered after a while.
"I know, it's amazing, huh?"
"Yeah, but I mean- we have knots? Boys have knots. What the fuck?"
"No, not every wolf," he shook his head.
"What are you talking about? It's right here: Every werewolf knots his mate when bonding or breeding. Betas knot only the first mating and when their mate is in the heat. Alphas knot only with their mate every full moon, breeding involved."
"Really? I must miss that," Stiles frowned. "What 'breeding involved' means?"
"That you get pregnant," Erica shrugged.
"Every full month? That's like... lots of kids."
"No shit Sherlock."
"And what if the mate is a male?"
"You mean if the alpha could get a guy pregnant?" Erica frowned. "Dunno. Maybe if they were both werewolves."
"Why must they both be werewolves?"
"You want to get pregnant or what?"
Stiles looked away his cheeks burning red.
"Oh my god you do! Fuck, this is golden," the girl laughed.
"Hey! It's just that... it's an opinion."
"Yeah, or you could get yourself a girl, dummy."
"I don't want some girl. Any girl to be honest."
"Oh and when did you realize that?"
"Well, let's see. I think it was back then when I met a sex god in the woods."
"Sweetie," she cooed. "I'm so sorry," Erica hugged him.
Stiles sighed. "Do you know what the worst is? That he probably doesn't even know."
Erica just held him tighter.
"Stiles?" shouted Derek when he came back from his run. Apparently he though a hole in your stomach can be count just as a flesh wound.
"He left ten minutes ago," shouted back Erica angrily flipping pages in a magazine she was more tearing than reading.
"Where is he?"
"Isaac wanted a cookie for being a good boy," she answered sarcastically.
"Is something wrong?" Derek frowned.
"No," the girl snapped turning another page and ripping it in a half in the process, "everything's peachy."
"Okay," he sighed and sat down next to her. "What's going on?"
She bit her lip looking at him sadly. "Sometimes... sometimes is really painful to be around you. But then I remember how much I love my pack and it just makes me sad, because I want everybody to be happy."
"I'm not sure I understand what are you saying," Derek chuckled.
"Of course you don't," she grinned at him. "You're Sourwolf."
"What's with that nick name?"
"It's fitting," she shrugged. "What I wanted to say is that sometimes you're so oblivious to what's right in front of you that I want to bang my head against some hard surface to make a point. You need to stop being so responsible and let yourself be happy."
"Responsibility makes me happy."
"Put your head out of your ass for a moment and think about it," she stood up. "If you're responsible all the time when do you have time for fun?"
"There's no time for fun."
"Bingo!" she pointed at his nose. "All work and no play makes Derek a dull boy."
He smirked. "What do you want me to do?"
"Get laid," she dead panned, kissed his cheek and left.
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