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"I should get home." Stiles said to Derek as he was walking down the stairs.
"After dinner." His stomach turned at the words. He really didn't want to sit at a table with two Alphas...
"We haven't even started English yet." They reached the bottom of the stairs and Derek didn't reply. He huffed in annoyance and Derek turned his head slightly with a smirk plastered on his face. Stiles didn't say anything more. He just followed Derek into the dining room. He had seen the servants setting up earlier but he wasn't prepared at the sight before him.
It was like when he went over to Aunt Lynda's house on Thanksgiving. Fine china was laid out on the table - three sets of forks, knives and spoons all Sterling Silver. There was a pig in the middle of the table being used as the center piece. It resembled something out of the movies Stiles had seen, specifically Shrek. Stiles chuckled at the thought, earning an odd glance from Derek. A man stood with a chef's hat near the corner of the room, away from the window.
There were also green beans, mashed potatoes, corn, coleslaw, and some sort of casserole spread out around the table.
Talia was at the head of the large table. To her right was the man who assaulted Stiles - Peter - and to her left was Cora. Sitting at the other head of the table was a man Stiles had never seen before. No one sat on either side of him. Laura sat next to Cora, leaving three empty seats. He was definitely not sitting next to Peter.
"Oh, Mexican food! My favorite!" Stiles didn't hesitate to say as he took his seat next to Laura. Cora and Laura started laughing while Derek shot daggers from across the table. He sat directly across from Stiles leaving an empty seat between him and Peter.
"Nice reference." Laura whispered to him. He was glad someone at the table understood his reference to Sherk 2. He couldn't hide his smile. He noticed how even Talia had a grin. Her eyes shot up, met the man's at the head of the table and then everyone bowed their head. He didn't know they were religions, but just as soon as everyone had looked down, they were all back to sitting up, grabbing at the food.
"You may eat now." Talia said in a very gentle voice. She raised her hands elegantly and brought them up to her napkin.
"I don't mind if I do, Lillian." Stiles replied grabbing this napkin as well. Laura and Core started laughing slightly again. He was impressed - they knew their Shrek.
He placed his napkin in his lap and sat there for a moment watching the Hale's. He was awed by their relationship as a family. It was so different at his house. He would rarely eat dinner with his dad and when he did, they would never sit down at a dinner table like this. They would sit on the couch and watch some sort of sport whether it be football, baseball, soccer, hockey, whatever it was, his dad had to watch it during dinner.
He watched as the man at the head of the table carved into the roasted pig. He was a larger man that looked surprisingly a lot like Derek. He was nothing but muscle and had a stern expression on his face. He had brown hair and gray eyes, unlike Derek. His high cheekbones made his face appear skinnier in the light. He had thick arms that made cutting into a thirty pound pig look like it was the easiest thing in the world - which it wasn't.
"Stiles, is it?" Talia asked while her eyes met the man who was sitting across from her. They seemed to be having a silent conversation between the two.
"Yes. Ma'am." He replied glancing up. He couldn't help but be envious of what they had. He missed the family meals he had with his mother.
"Stiles plays Lacrosse." Cora announced with a mouth full of food. Stiles peered down to her end of the table. She had already finished a heap of mashed potatoes and moved on to the green beans.
Stiles let out a small laugh. "I'm not nearly as good as Derek. He's the best on the team." Stiles took the mashed potatoes that Laura handed him and scooped some onto his plate. He handed the bowl to the man on his left. His eyes met the older man's for the first time that night. He had a stern and cold gaze that immediately left Stiles' as though he never laid eyes on him in the first place. He took the bowl from Stiles and handed it to Derek in a matter of seconds as if he didn't even want to be touching the same thing as Stiles.
Did Stiles do something wrong? He had never even met the man but he was already on horrible terms with him?
Stiles pulled his attention back to the conversation. "Stiles is pretty good!" Cora spoke again, words barely audible with the amount of food in her mouth.
Stiles let out a mix between a scoff and a laugh. "If your definition of good is being able to keep the bench warm than I'm the best on the team."
Peter let out a loud snort that made Stiles jump. "I like him." He turned his attention to Derek who was eating the meat on his plate. "Have you finally gotten rid of that Argent girl?" Derek's eyes shot up to meet Stiles' and he didn't know what to say. Did Peter think they were -
"They're still goin' strong." Stiles spoke up for Derek. Derek didn't say anything further. Stiles took a few pieces of meat and placed them on his plate. Derek's gaze didn't leave Stiles for a few seconds before he turned his attention back to his food.
"Oh, that's a shame." Peter mumbled to himself, eyes meeting Stiles'. "If you're bored of being his mistress - no, would it be mister? Doesn't matter… If you are ever tired of this affair, then I will always be here." Stiles nearly choked on his food. He could not be serious, could he?
"Peter, don't joke about that. You know our views on that matter." Talia's voice was stern, but her body language didn't change at all. She took a bite of her food and looked at Stiles again.
"How's school going, darling?" She asked with an undertone of love in her voice. Stiles didn't know how to answer at first. He was overcome with a nostalgic feeling of the past.
It was times like these when he missed his mother most. Talia reminded him so much of her. Their voices were stern but sweet and their bodies very similar.
Claudia Stilinski was always very skinny but even more so once the cancer took effect. She had resembled Talia in many ways, only different features. Talia had stone black hair where Claudia had dirty blond. Talia's brown eyes contradicted from Claudia's green. They were both the same height, 5'10".
Surprisingly, Talia had a light dusting of freckles where Claudia's skin was smooth, without a blemish in sight. They both wore only a subtle amount of makeup and wore their hair down past their shoulders.
He remembered running home after school was out to see his mother again. He loved when he greeted her that she would reach down, pick him up by his arms and spin him around and around. Everything would be blurry but her. Her smiling face was just as bright as always.
He loved watching her hair flow behind her face, her apron puff out as she closed her eyes and the spin turned into a hug.
He missed her the most during family moments like these. If Scott or Derek were to ask him why he didn't stay for dinner on another night, he would answer with something like "I should get home" or "But my dad's waiting on me" only so he didn't have to face the harsh memories of the past.
It wasn't that they were negative or bad in anyway, it's just that they make him unaware of where he is. He gets so caught up in the what if's of the past. What if I was with her? What if I hadn't let go of her hand?
"Stiles?" Talia's voice rang through his head like a bell. He was caught up in his thoughts again.
"Yes?" He replied trying to get his voice back. He looked at Talia and saw all eyes were on him, but his gaze was fixed on her.
"I asked how school was going," she repeated. A smile tugged at her lips but to Stiles it seemed to be more so out of pity than happiness. It was a smile of concern rather than delight.
"Oh, right. Sorry. Yes. It's well." He thought about making a joke and brushing off the memories of the past.
"That's good." She smiled, more meaningful this time. He noticed the small glance she made to the man at the head of the table yet again. An uneasy feeling settled in him.
He turned his attention back to his plate and started eating. He didn't listen much to the other conversations going on, mainly between Cora and Laura. Talia whispering words to Peter that even he, with his werewolf hearing, couldn't hear.
Stiles sat in his own bubble of silence for what seemed like a few hours. He sat there enjoying the taste of the pork. Whoever was their chef really knew what he was doing. He would love to come over more often if he could eat what they cooked. Stiles mentally laughed at the thought.
An Omega eating at a table with Alphas! He probably would never have a chance like this again. He glanced up and watched Derek's motions. He really was as graceful as people said he was. His face was stern and harsh but his eyes were gentle. He was staring at his plate and Stiles could see the details in his face. He had been going to school with Derek for years now but he never took the time to really notice the other.
He was very fit and had a tan of where his lacrosse jersey hugged his chest. His number was 29 and the jersey always appear to be many sizes too small on Derek.
Stiles remembered seeing him on the field for the first time. His movements were swift and he was able to catch the ball and run down the field scoring a goal in a matter of seconds. Even with the helmet cover his face, he could see those bright red eyes from miles away. He could have sworn they were directed at him for a second, but it was impossible. He was in a crowd of hundreds at the championship. He wouldn't have noticed Stiles.
He watched as the man fiddled with his fork, taking his time gathering food on it before putting the food to his lips, opening them and allowing the food to disappeared off the fork as if it was never there in the first place. He would then repeat this action. Stiles watched every time he opened his mouth and the muscles in his neck and jaw flexed. He watched the man's pink tongue darted out of his locked lips to lick up some sauce that had found its way on his bottom lip. Stiles couldn't help but repeat the motion with his own mouth. He snapped his attention back to his plate, picking up a forkful of potatoes.
"It's rude to stare, you do know that, right?" Stiles peeked up to see Peter's heavy gaze on him.
"I wasn't staring." Stiles stated with a surprising amount of confidence.
"Now, there's no need to patronize the boy." A gentle voice spoke from the head of the table.
"I'm not patronizing him, simply stating an observation." Peter replied before moving things around on his plate with his fork as if to show he lost interest in the conversation.
"Stiles, have you met Thomas before?" Talia's eyes met for the third time that night with the man at the opposite end of the table. The man's eyes were locked with her's as if it were a battle for dominance. The silent conversation ended and his head turned over to Stiles' direction.
"Nice to meet you, Stiles." He couldn't help but notice the monotone he used when he said Stiles' name.
"Nice to meet you." He replied. The man's eyes quickly moved back to Talia.
"He is usually a rather nice man but seems to be a sour mood today." Her eyes were in a deadlock with the man - Thomas. Stiles didn't ask any questions and a heavy silence filled the air.
"Are you excited for the lacrosse game tomorrow night?" Cora spoke. Her words broke the stone barrier of tension between the people at the table. Everyone's eyes landed on her but none with any anger.
"Another chance for me to show my skills as a benchwarmer." Stiles took a mouthful of green beans while the girls laughed. He liked them, they were the few who laughed at his jokes. A smile crept on his face.
"Stiles, you never know!" Laura's hand landed on his arm in a light tap. It was gone just as quickly as it had rested. Her warm hand was different than Derek's. She didn't have a strong grip and tight muscles. She didn't add pressure the longer her land lingered. Her touch didn't send chills down his spine, but then again she wasn't an Alpha. He didn't notice the intense gaze of Derek watching them like they were now targets.
"I think you have the body for being an excellent lacrosse player." Peter stated. Cora let out a snicker.
"Thanks, Peter." Stiles leaned back in his chair, completely full. This was one of the best meals he had ever had in his life - right behind his mom's homemade spaghetti.
He looked around and noticed everyone else had also finished eating and they were now just sitting there. He grabbed his plate and napkin, standing up out of his chair. He reached over and rested his fingers on Laura's plate.
"Are you finished?" He asked again to make sure he wasn't being rude. Her cheeks went slightly red and she nodded.
"You don't have to do that! Jeffrey will be out-" Talia's soft voice tried to stop him as he also grabbed Cora's plate.
"I don't mind at all. It's the least I can do for such a great meal." He stacked the empty plates on top of each others. They made a heavy clanking sound as they staked. He walked around Talia and went to grab at Peter's but it was swooped away before he could.
"I'll do it." Derek staked Peter's plate onto his and grabbed Thomas' as well. His face was tight and lips in a stern line pressed together. He couldn't help but notice how mad Derek was. He was taking deep breaths making his nose was wide. His eyebrows hug low, just above the eyes. Stiles let out a chuckle.
"I'm not doubting your abilities, big boy." Stiles turned on his heels and headed to the kitchen, leaving a shocked Derek and giggling girls alone.
He walked into the quiet kitchen and set the plates down next to the sink. The kitchen looked like it belonged in a restaurant, not a home. It had a cutting table in the center with pots and pans hanging above it. There was a stove and and a lot of counter space for the chef. He could see his reflection from the silver fridge that was adjacent to the sink. He started the water in the sink and rinse off the dishes with water.
He could slightly hear what they were talking about.
"-be here." The same rough voice - Thomas - was speaking. So he did actually talk to his family.
"They're doing a school project. Leave it be. Besides, he seems harmless enough." Talia's tender voice was speaking now. He picked up the soap and squeezed some of it onto a sponge. So now they were talking about him because he was an Omega? Alpha's really thought they were something, huh?
"I rather like him. He'll do the boy some good." Peter's casual tone spoke up, giving his input into something that it seems like it wasn't needed.
"You know the arrangement." Thomas' voice was final. It wasn't a question or up for debate. Arrangement? Stiles heard the sound of the kitchen door opening. He started scrubbing the plates.
"You don't have to do that." Derek set the plates down next to the sink. Stiles looked behind him to see if anyone else had followed him, they hadn't. He moved back to Derek. His face had softened slightly but he still seemed to be pissed off.
"No, really. I gots it. You dry." Stiles handed him the wet plate. Derek raised an eyebrow
"'Gots'?" He inquired. Stiles shook the plate in front of his face until the other man finally took it.
"Yeah, 'gots'. Like, I have got it? It's an abbreviation." Stiles turned back to the sink. He could feel the heat off of Derek's body. Why was he so close? The other man stepped back to get a towel from the island.
"No, it's not." Derek leaned against the counter. Stiles handed him another plate.
"It is, sourwolf." Stiles was great at washing dishes but Derek was having trouble drying. How could someone have troubles drying a plate? "No, no... Like this." Stiles put his hand over Derek's and moved in a circular motion over the plate. He ignored the heat that was flowing into his body from Derek's. He ignored the way his other hand was slightly trembling. He ignored the tremors that were threatening to show throughout his body.
"'Sourwolf'?" He asked. Stiles let go of his hand and walked back over to the sink. They were too close and Stiles couldn't explain what the heck just happened. Thus he would ignore it - probably just the fact he had been spending time with an Alpha for this long.
"Yes, sourwolf. Stop asking stupid questions." Stiles handed Derek another plate and he let out an annoyed huff.
"We have people to do this." Derek stated. Stiles let out a snicker.
"Wow, okay. I'm sorry that I usually don't have servants around to help me wipe my ass when I need them to." Stiles went to hand Derek another plate only to be greeted by two bright red eyes. Fuck, he had made Derek mad. The room fell into an awkward silence but Stiles wasn't going to take back what he said. He meant it. Just because they were Alphas and had a lot of land didn't mean that he was going to put them on a pedestal like the rest of the town did. So what if he was an Omega? He wasn't responsible for what his grandparents and great grandparents did. That was the past and now he paid the consequences of it.
He finished the last three plates, joining Derek in drying them. He wasn't going to apologize.
"Quite a conversation you've got going on in here." Peter walked in. "Are you doing dishes, Derek?" His eyes scanned Derek with sheer confusion, then looked like he was about to erupt into laughter. Derek was glaring at him as though he could kill him with his eyes.
"Derek, is he your dad?" Stiles leaned close to Derek and whispered. The man let out a small chuckle.
"Flattery will get you very far in this household. Uncle." Peter leaned against the door frame. "The big grouch out there is this big grouch in here's father. See the resemblance?"
Stiles couldn't help but chuckle. Derek's eyes flashed to him before putting the towel on the island and walking past Peter. He stopped right before he was completely out of the kitchen. Peter's body leaned into Derek, as though Derek was whispering something to the other man. Stiles folded his towel and followed Derek. Peter's gaze was fixed on him as he walked by.
"Don't get attached." Stiles stopped and his mind raced with questions. Peter interrupted him before he could ask any of them. "And don't forget your place, Omega." Stiles shut his mouth. Peter retreated further into the kitchen. Stiles stood gaping after him.
He was an idiot. He just spent a meal with two of the most feared Alpha's in all of California and said to one of them that the servants wiped their ass. He was so caught up in the feeling of having a family meal that he forgot who he was with. He felt his heart sink to his stomach as it tightened. He was at a loss for words and something felt like it was stuck in his throat.
He blinked a few times and walked over to the head of the table. "Thank you for dinner." He had his head down and neck to the side. "I have to head home now." He swallowed. He wanted to run far away from here. He wasn't scare, just ashamed. If his father knew how he had acted tonight-
"Look here." Stiles head immediately shot up meeting her gaze. "Sit." She gestured to the chair. Stiles sat.
"I don't know what Peter said to you just now but don't let it get to you. I'm sure it was about us as Alpha's. Please, feel free to visit anytime." A smile fell upon her lips and Stiles found himself returning it.
"Thank you." He stayed in his seat. "I really do have to head home now though, I told my dad-"
"Go ahead." Her smile was warm and comforting. He stood up, overcome with the sudden urge to hug her. No way was he that familiar with her yet. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind.
He walked to the door and turned his head towards the stairs. Derek stood with arms stretched wide and resting on the mantle. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, Stiles." His expression didn't change.
Stiles couldn't swallow and choked on his words. "S-See you tomorrow, Derek." He was out the door and on his way to his car faster than he ever had gone in his life.
Hmmm...
Oooo... Interesting things ahead!
Thank you darkgolwneon for inspiring me to update!