A.N./ This is a re-post of my story originally published on march 2015 in order to (hopefully) correct the grammar and make it the first part of a series.
That was it. They were all going to die, in excruciating pain. He was sure of it. Whatever creature they were up against, it was bringing the apocalypse along with it this time. Some signs just couldn't be ignored, and there was no other explanation for the fact that he had been blabbering for 5 solid minutes and Derek –freeeaking- Hale DID NOT threaten to kill him nor slammed him into a wall. Not even a silent "I WILL kill you if you don't stop" look.
They were all doomed!
It has been a great night for Stiles so far. They had been dealing with an unknown creature for weeks, but since they were running out of leads and no one, even him, could think of anything else to do, they agreed to go to the carnival on Liam's proposal. It was a good thing for the Pack to have a night off of the supernatural for once and just enjoy each other company, even Derek came along, to Stiles' delight – and the others' as well (he was sure of it).
When they were done riding roller coasters, walking through crowded alleys and eating over sugared food; they naturally came back to Derek's loft, which seemed to have become the rendezvous point of the group during the last months; and surprisingly the owner wasn't complaining about it. After an hour or so of laughter and teasing, everyone went home; except for Stiles who tried to go home, but couldn't, his Jeep's battery acting out again. And there he was, in Derek's living room, waiting for his father to come give him a jump start and trying to fill the silence and his anxiety explaining Derek, in much details, how he and Scott once tried to make candy apples.
The pace of Stiles' words was accelerating and his hands were moving faster and faster as he was panicking. What was happening? What should he do? Move on to cotton candy? Make Derek noticed that he had noticed him not noticing that he was losing himself in the recipe of chopped nuts and caramel topping? Or did he have noticed already? Stiles stopped talking, dropped his head along his chest and said in despair:
- "You're not even TRYING to listen, Sourwolf."
The sound of that ridiculous surname made Derek come to his senses as his stared at Stiles:
- "What?" he said in a confused tone.
Stiles was starting to get concerned for the werewolf which made his heart rate jump. Derek picked it up, except he wasn't picking up any threat and therefore did not understand why Stiles' heart would jump, making him look even more confused.
- "Ok, what's going on?" asked Stiles unsure he should.
- "Nothing" he answered
- "Derek?" insisted Stiles encouraged by the fact he hadn't met a wall or a piece of furniture...yet.
- "Just some stupid thing the tarot lady said". Muttered Derek
- "You let Lydia..." said Stiles almost going in shock at the idea of Derek consulting a psychic. "...Whatever. What did she say?
- "Something about this being the right time for me to claim my bondmate"
- "Bondmate?!" Derek could feel Stiles' brain working. "I read about that in the collection of the Unholy journals of the Argent's family".
Derek groaned at the mention of the hunter family name.
- "Yeah, those stories make me sick most of the time as well, but hey, there is so much you can find online" Stiles said. "So, bondmates are extremely rare but they very significantly increase the power of their pack."
He stopped talking for a second as if he was giving his brain time to consider the situation and then added
- "We wouldn't mind extra jus, especially with the whatever-it-is-decapitating-every-middle-age-men-they-come-across. Thanks God my father is carrying a big caliber! So what do you have to do to seal the deal? And please tell me the claiming part doesn't involve human sacrifice or something worse. Like chanting in the woods naked. 'Cos you'd be soooo bad at it".
What is up with him tonight? Letting me talk that much? Stiles thought; please cut me off already before I lose my mind!
- "A kiss" Derek muttered between his teeth.
Stiles skipped a heartbeat.
- "Right. So it has to be someone from the Pack, so I read,. Let's eliminate Cora and Malia, since you are blood related it would just be weird. Lydia would have sensed it a mile away and we wouldn't have that conversation." "OH MY GOD" Stiles yelled making Derek jump "It's Kira! Scott is gonna cut your head off!".
- "Stiles!" Derek said with a killer look, which Stiles was actually glad to see again, "it's not Kira".
- "Well then who?" Asked Stiles
- "You" Derek managed to whisper.
Stiles froze. Him. God. Ok panicking. Say something, anything. His heart was racing, and against his better judgment, the not-so-much-of-a-teen-anymore softly put his hands on the werewolf laps.
- "Ok big guy, let's take one for the team, I promise I won't enjoy it too much"
In your dreams, he thought before closing his eyes and leaning towards Derek.
He felt a slight wind and the room got colder than it already was. Derek had stormed out.
- "He won't speak" Scott said
- "We are talking about Stiles right?" asked Liam
- "Tell me about it" added Scott with a concerned sight "if Derek wasn't with Cora in Argentina I would get him to beat it out of him, whatever it is!"
But Derek wasn't in Argentina with his sister, he was at the other end of the parking lot, watching over his Pack and hoping to catch a glance of a certain someone.
He remembered the words of the psychic: "He's not a kid anymore, in fact he's been ready for a while now; but maybe it's you that aren't quite there yet".
But he was! He was so different than 3 years ago when he thought he'd lost the last person he would ever care about; not that it mattered.
- "You should kiss him" said Malia to Lydia.
Derek groaned as the young Banshee gave the Coyote her "what-on-hearth-is-wrong-with-you" look.
- "What?" asked Malia "he's been chasing you for ages; it should surprise him enough to start his endless flow of words again!"
- "Aren't you two supposed to be a thing?" risked Kira
- "Not really, not anymore" said Malia without sentiment "we just needed someone to be there to adjust, I guess. But we are fine now".
- "HE hasn't said a word for a week" stated Lydia "STILES! A WEEK! He is NOT fine".
Derek felt something crush his guts.
Stiles wasn't sleeping. The insomnia was back since the "I-forgot-to-tell-you-crazy-Peter-Hale-is-your-father" thing with Malia. But it wasn't the memory of the Nogizune that was keeping him awake anymore.
Suddenly he felt some kind of presence, like he was being watched.
He slowly reached for the dagger he was keeping under his pillow and sat up in his bed, ready for a fight.
- "Dude!" he yelled "this is getting old". Even if deep down he couldn't help to feel glad at the sight of the werewolf.
- "You didn't tell Scott" said Derek without any introduction.
- "Telling YOUR Alpha that you are too disgusted to even consider bonding with his best friend?" asked Stiles in a smirk "I fought that was a conversation you should have in person."
- "It's not...I'm not" mumbled Derek standing still in the middle of the room, staring at the floor.
- "You're not what?" yelled Stiles as he was getting up "everybody knows you can't stand the sight of me".
Derek was like numb. Of course that was what Stiles thought, why wouldn't he?
- "And don't even try to hide behind the gay thing" Stiles continued pointing his finger at him "this is the 21st century for God sakes! And don't think I didn't see you stare at Danny at Lydia's last pool party!"
- "Danny? Why would I?" said Derek meeting the look of a very angry Stiles.
- "Oh, Common, Derek, just admit it, I'm the last one you would bond with".
- "YES" yelled Derek. This is NOT a game Stiles. You bonding with me..." he was laughing with a weird smile "look at what happen to anyone being linked to me. Laura, my family, Paige, Boyd, Erica, even Cora got away from the only Pack who would take her because she knows better than to stay close to me. Being bonded to me is a death sentence so YES; YOU are the last one I want in that position!"
The two young men were standing in front of each other. Derek was out of breath after what probably was his longest speech in years. He was staring at Stiles who was staring back. Both of their pulses were racing as the atmosphere of the room got heavier...
Then Stiles' phone rang.
It took three rings for him to realize someone was calling. He grabbed the screaming device from his pocket and put it at his ear not saying anything, still holding Derek's glare.
- "Stiles? Are you there?" Scott asked in a panic. "Listen we are at the warehouse, it looks like she has Chris and your father".
Stiles woke up and finally unlocked his eyes from Derek's.
- "Wait what?"
- "I don't know man" replied his best friend "all I can tell you is I can smell their scent."
Stiles gave Derek a panicked look.
"I'll drive" the werewolf simply said.
Stiles' mind was overloading. He couldn't think straight. All he knew was that he had to get there like yesterday and that he was pretty thankful for Derek's fast driving skills of his Camaro. He tried to focus. The only thing that made sense was to fill Derek in, anything else could wait.
- "So it turns out the hot new lunch-lady from school is actually a weremanta seducing men to breed; which, I guess, would be ok if she wasn't EATING their head afterwards. Malia and Scott followed her scent to the Kinfal warehouse earlier today and since that kind of dark and moistly abandoned place seems to be the perfect environment for her to lay her eggs, they were supposed to go back tonight with Liam and Kira as backups. God I wish my father was gay right now!"
Derek hid a smile and hit the brakes as they arrived. He got out of the car followed by Stiles and his baseball bat.
- "Stay here" he said standing still and trying to hear and smell everything he could.
- "Right!" said Stiles as he went in, ignoring Derek's arm trying to keep him back. The werewolf sighed and followed him.
A few moments after, they came across the biggest creature they ever seen: nips, mandibles, cricket-like legs. Its skin was particularly disgusting and it was standing between them and Scott and Liam which were -no so successfully- fighting it.
- "Hello gorgeous" mocked Stiles barely repressing a grin when she moved her head 180° and in slow motion to look at them.
She knocked off Scott and Liam before refocusing on them. Derek's eyes were turning blue, his wolf groaning to Stiles: "Run".
They both ran until they were backed down to a wall. Derek turned around and began fighting the very ugly monster.
Stiles caught his breath then said:
- "Derek, did you mean it?"
- "What?" the wolf said as the manta was trying to crush his throat with one nip.
Stiles stayed silent.
- "Why would you bring that up now?" Derek added as he was thrown against the wall next to Stiles.
- "So you can't run away without answering" Stiles said unimpressed by Derek falling.
Derek got up and gave Stiles a look where he could read it all.
- "Good" the teen said.
Then, with one hand he opened a nearby door grabbing Derek with the other, dragging the wolf in the other room, closing the door behind them and pulling him in a kiss before he could understand any of it.
Time stopped. The manta was trying to push the door but the two young men wouldn't notice. The only things left in the world were those lips, that tongue and those hands on their back. The embrace was more perfect, more complete and more exciting than anything they'd experienced before.
In the meantime, Kira and Malia had freed the Hunter and the Sheriff, helped Scott and Liam up and were attacking the manta. The monster was overwhelmed by 6 attackers and soon put down.
- "Stiles! Derek!" screamed Scott.
The calling of their Alpha got them back to reality and they broke the kiss - and what a kiss- still hooked at each other's gaze forehead against forehead. There was something new in Derek's blue eyes, a delicate crown of gold around his pupils, one that the werewolf could also see in the young human's eyes. They smiled at each other, knowing that it was just the beginning and Stiles opened the door almost tripping at the body of the dead manta in his way out.
He came across his father's look who was coming forward to meet him.
- "Sti.."
- "Shut up Dad" he said staring at him and Chris Argent "I don't want to hear how you two came to think it would be a good idea to have a threesome with the lady serving me lunch".
Stiles lordly continued to walk, pulling a smiling Derek out of the warehouse.
- "Was that a smile?" asked Malia
- "Were they holding hands?" asked Scott
A.N./ Thanks for reading! Don't forget to comment and if you liked it, stay tuned : part 2 is coming up soon!
