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This is my first Teen Wolf fanfic. Long time reader, first time writer. All mistakes are my own and I do not have a beta reader. Comments and questions are welcomed.
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Chapter 1: Cryptic Messages are of the Nyx
Waking up cold and alone is one of the worse feelings in the world, especially when one expects to wake up wrapped in the warm embrace of their mate. Stiles knew right away he wasn't where he went to sleep. For one he was on a rough wet surface. For another the scent and warmth of his mate was absent. Keeping his eyes closed Stiles reaches out with his senses and maps the room and its content. The room is devoid of any furniture. The walls, floor, and ceiling all seem to be made from a rough stone. It's almost as if he was in a hollowed-out rock. There was a lot of moisture in the room, but it was cold and smelled if mildew. There also didn't seem to be any place for the water to come from, no sounds of drips or running water. Feeling nothing in the bare room Stiles slowly opens his eyes as he sits up.
The room is as empty as his senses had told him it would be, at least it seems that way. A soft sound from a dark corner catches his ear. Turning around Stiles barely manages to not jump out of his skin as he comes face to face with a giant snake. If he was a snake person, he'd say it was beautiful. Iridescent black scale shine in the dim light with flickers of silver and gold. The snake is staring at him intently, unmoving … super creepy. Stile's mind flashes to a thousand different Harry Potter reference as he stares into the eerie acid yellow eyes of the giant reptile. Shit! Did he just fall into the Chamber of Secrets?! No wait. He was making eye contact with the snake, fuck. Stile flinches as he prepares to turn to stone; only to stop mid-flinch. He wants his statue to look cool-
"You really have an unhealthy obsession with this Harry Porter story, young alpha." The snake's voice is nothing like Stile would have ever imagined. He gapes at her for a moment, well he thinks it is a her if the husky feminine purr was anything to go by. He wasn't even going to think about how a snake purred, nope. It was going on his long list of things to ignore. Along with her apparent mind reading abilities and how the hell he got here in the first place.
"I think you mean Harry Potter, sacrilegious on your part for not knowing better." Stiles flicks a glare at the snake before he can stop himself.
Luckily for him it only seems to amuse her. She chuckles as she moves around him, "You always start the same way. I can't help but provoke you," She stops once she reaches his other side, "I do get so few visitors." The snake's movements are graceful and silent against the cold stone. She blinks at him once before the tip of her tail appears in front of his face, "Sadly we do not have much time, you really need to listen to your mate about sleeping more," She gives him a look that he swears is pure Derek, "Now Remember."
The tip of her tail touches him right in the center of his forehead. A shivery feeling goes through his body as the smooth, scale covered appendage makes contact. A lance of pain stabs him, as if his head was splitting open. Then it's gone and in it's place Stiles has memories of previous visits. He holds back a groan of frustration as he regards Nyx.
"We really need to stop meeting like this. You are a freaken Goddess, couldn't you have a nicer lair. Although, have to admit the smell is a nice touch." Stile stands up and stretches. He's annoyed to be in this same dream. For weeks now, Stiles has been dreaming of the same room and talking to the same giant snake. A snake that claims to be the Goddess Nyx. Apparently, she is in this form as a result of his own subconscious trying to tell him something. Until he figures out all her cryptic clues, he's stuck with these visits every time he dreams.
"Silly alpha, I am but a construct of your own mind. Wisps of a forgotten God fused together with the potentials of your future," Nyx blinks at him before her form shifts to that of Derek's. There isn't any indication of the change, one moment a giant snake is staring at him in amusement and the next his mate, "Have you figured out what to do?" Derek's voice is soft as he moves toward Stiles and his arousal hits Stiles like a punch.
"Whoa now! Hey! No shifting into the Derek shaped body! We've talked about this, and honestly, it's a little weird. Cheating on my mate with my mind mate is a little too meta for my tastes thank you very much." Stiles holds his hands out as he backs away from the Not Derek. Who gave a small smile as he stops his approach.
"Pity you always let this body go to waste," The voice is Nyx's and she pouts at Stiles as her (Derek's, gah so confusing) hands slide up his body, "I am almost glad you've not figured it out."
Stiles lets out a growl and feels his finger tips itch as he keeps his claws from coming out, "How the fuck am I to figure anything out?! All you do is made vaguely creepy seduction attempts while asking if I know what to do now. That's not much to go on, and that's only if I'm being ireally/i generous." Stiles lets out a huff and punches the wall in frustration, "I'm beginning to think this is all some game you've created to stave off boredom. Also hands off the husband!" Stiles glares at Nyx as she continues to grope her current form.
She stops with a wistful sigh, "Someone should be appreciating this body."
"I do appreciate it! Nightly … also daily … sometime hourly. Recently I've appreciated the hell out of it." Stiles stops mid-rant at Nyx's giggle, "That is way too creepy coming from Derek." He fights a smile as Nyx does it again, "Had enough fun? Ready to get down to cryptic and unhelpful business?" Stile arches a brow at the goddess.
The expression on Not Derek's face suddenly changes to one of concern. His features seem to sharpen, and his skin takes on a dull, waxy tone, "Don't go…" It once again his voice, but it is so raspy and dry it hurts to listen to. "Plea- …."
Stiles stares in growing horror as Derek's voice cuts off. His lips keep moving as he reaches out one claw tipped hand to him. He shifts forwards but falls to his knees after a few stumbling steps. Stiles rushes over as Derek looks up at him, blood pouring out of his mouth.
Stiles doesn't bolt awake, but it is close. His whole body tenses before his mind catches up to his surrounds. He's on his back in bed, blanketed on one side by a solid weight. The smell of Derek and sex calms him. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to slow his racing heart. Body slowly relaxing as his hands roam over the soft skin of Derek's back. It's only been 10 days since their official bonding and Stiles still gets giddy at the thought that Derek is his forever. It was a long road from hesitant allies, to reluctant friends, and finally to certain lovers. Lost in thought Stiles is tracing the slightly raised skin of his tattoo when Derek speaks up.
"Had the dream again?" His voice is muffled from being pressed into Stiles shoulder. He shifts as if to move away but Stiles isn't having any of it and tightens his arms around him.
"No moving. It is our designated snuggle time." Stiles huffs out a breath as Derek settles back down, "I just need to hold on a bit longer." He tells Derek in a small voice.
Derek lets out a soft whine at Stiles', "Let me go with you." Derek's voice is more awake as he peers up at Stiles.
A fond smile tugs at his lips before a frown takes over. Letting out a heavy sigh, "I wish. Oh, how I wish." He carts his fingers though Derek's hair as they lay there, "If it wasn't the Lupine making the request, I'd not leave this bed." Before Derek can protest Stiles continues, "I also do not wish to incur his angry by disregarding his demand I come alone." Stiles lets out another sigh as Derek pulls him close, "Don't be a sullen wolf, we still have all day before I have to leave."
Stiles smiles at Derek's little grumbling growl as he buries his face in Stile's neck. Stiles lets his hands wander lower down Derek's firm backside. His very naked backside. As his hand dips lower Stiles bites off a moan as his fingers find Derek's hole. It's still slightly wet and soft from their earlier activities. Derek mouths at Stiles' neck as Stiles traces his rim with a finger. He dips it in and tugs gently, feeling himself harden as Derek lets out a needy whimper.
"Stiles," his name is a breath of air from Derek's lips, "Please." He moans out.
"Shhh. I've got you." Stiles whispers into his hair as he pushes his finger into Derek's tight warmth. Derek lets out a shaky breath that ends in a low moan as Stiles angles his finger and nudges it against Derek's sweet spot. Feeling Derek's own length harden against his leg Stiles slowly pushes in another finger.
Using his other hand, he tilts Derek's head back until he can slot their mouths together. Not bothering to be gentle Stiles nips at Derek's lower lip until he is swallowing Derek's groans of pleasure. As he licks into the sweet mouth Stiles scissors his presses his fingers against the little bundle of nerves that drives Derek wild. As he does so Derek tosses his head back and lets out a sound that would be more at home in his wolf form. Stiles loves watching his mate come undone like this. Loves how he can use his fingers and mouth to make Derek lose all control.
He feels Derek's claws scrape along his back and he lets out a pleased growl. Derek is muttering nonsense as Stiles continues to assault his prostate. He nudges in a third finger and begins to lightly trace his finger tips around Derek's walls. Derek growls in frustration. His hips moving, trying to get Stiles' fingers where he wants them most.
"Easy big guy." Stiles tells him softly, "need something?" He cheekily inquires as he scissors his fingers, making sure to avoid Derek's prostate.
"Fucking hell Stiles!" Derek almost roars, "you are such a goddamn tease -"
Derek's words cut off as Stiles suddenly firmly presses on his sweet spot; at the same time, he sinks his fangs into the mating bite on Derek's neck. Derek lets out a high keening sound as his untouched cock spurts out thick ropes of cum. He sags against Stiles and nuzzles against Stiles own bite as his hand sneaks down to Stiles cock.
Stiles hisses out a breath as Derek hand, wet with his own cum, wraps around his member. Between the feeling of having his mate in his arms, and their scents mingling together, it only takes a few tugs before Stiles is adding to the mess on their stomachs.
They lay in a tangle of limbs as their breathing returns to normal. Derek reaches for a wet wipe from the package they've learned to keep by the bed. Once they are relatively clean, but still smelling of sex and each other, the curl up together. Stiles pulls Derek into his chest, big spoon for the night.
"How many hours until you have to leave?" Derek sounds like he is drifting back to sleep as he asks.
"I have to catch my flight in 7 hours," Stiles tightens his arms around Derek as he makes a displeased sound. "Then it's only 48 hours until I'm back here."
"Too long …" Derek's voice is barely a whisper.
Stiles nuzzles the back of Derek's neck, making sure his scent is imprinted on his memory. He mumbles an agreement, even though Derek has already fallen back to sleep. Stiles lays awake thinking over his dreams. The one tonight was by far the worse. Seeing Derek, even Not Derek, in such a state caused a knot to form in his stomach. He needed to figure these dreams out before they were a reality. Too bad he also had the upcoming summons with the North American wolf leader to worry about as well. Sighing, Stiles closes his eyes and says a silent plea that his sleep is dreamless this time.