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When stiles had walked into the kitchen he was was met with what he assumed was a black vortex of doom. He turned to see the pack standing at the door looking very embarrassed. He nearly shook with rage. He glared and barked his orders. "BOYS, outside. Go train or train or something. Ladies, run back to my place and get my cleaning supplies." He handed his keys to Allison and watched the boys walk away. When Derek began to walk away he came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his lean waist. "and just where do you think your going?" He asked while running his fingers over his boyfriends chest which went taut in response. "To train like you said." Derek heard a dark chuckle. " Oh no. I said boys. You are a man. And you get to stay and watch me work." He gently bit his shoulder blade and dragged his blunt nails down Derek's ripped chest. "So get comfy, because I'm gonna show you exactly how much you should miss me when I'm gone." He pulled away but not before Derek noticed the little sniff he took and the nuzzle of his nose. That was how Derek knew he was just playing. Stiles always gave little hints he knew Derek would pick up on. He would act aloof but he let his usual tenderness slip through sometimes. He didn't mean to. He just couldn't help it. Derek was his mate, and he loved him. He loved the games that they play, but he treasures the tender moments they have. They try not to be like Scott and Allison and flaunt it everywhere. However... Derek's Alpha desires sometimes took precedence and he had to make sure everyone knew Stiles was his. He found a trash bag under what used to be the sink (luckily the underneath was clean) and began to through stuff away while he waited for his supplies. He stacked dishes and any papers he found. He ended up with three trash bags by the time the girls got back with his supplies. "Thank you." He said simply, but the bright smile he gave them made the two words seem like the most amazing thing they had ever heard. Stiles didn't really realize how impressive his smile was. How it could warm someone. "You girls go upstairs and find all the dirty clothes. Put them in trash bags and put them in the laundry room, please." They both did as asked. Lydia knew better than to complain when Stiles was cleaning. She had done it once and the thought made her shudder. He turned to Derek. "Watch closely. We are about to get to the best part." He winked. Derek watched closely indeed.
Derek had watched as Stiles had worked around the kitchen with a precision that made him question the teens clumsy moves. He watched as the mess seemed to vanish. The counters had been cleaned, the dishes done, dried, and put away, the floor was swept and the garbage was gone. He was amazed with the immaculate look of the room. "It looks great... but the best part is?" he saw Stiles smile and shake his head. " I have to scrub the floor." Derek arched an eyebrow. "On my hands and knees." The teen said as he kneeled down. Derek cursed to himself. Stiles knew he loved his ass. Derek wanted to sink his teeth in and never let go. He had gotten close once but all Stiles would let him do was bite gently. He had said 'I sit all day, idiot. How can I sit on a bleeding ass cheek? Unless you have a doughnut for butts thing. Haha, that rhymed! Do you have a..' he was cut off with a kiss. When Derek saw Stiles in that position he nearly howled. He wanted so badly to take the few steps to that sweet posterior and rip off the jeans, burying himself in Stiles. He closed his eyes and took deep breathes through his mouth so as not to be affected by Stiles scent. The worst part was that as his human cleaned he pushed, and pulled, leaned and arched in a provocative manner. Derek kept peeking through his left eye at the diligent teen on his knees. Stiles wasn't even trying to be sexy. He was focused on the task at hand. When Stiles tried to be sexy or flirtatious, he failed miserably. He got awkward, blushing and stumbling over his words. So when he stretched and moaned a little as he cleaned Derek knew it was a coincidence. He dug his nails into his palms and clenched his eyes tighter than before. Stiles turned his head towards him. "You aren't watching." He said with a pout that had Derek shaking. "Okay Stiles, you win." Derek said frustrated. He couldn't continue to just watch, he longed to touch his mate too much. Stiles smiled, his stretched cheeks wrinkling his freckles. "Not yet Derek, not yet. You aren't begging for me. It's not fair to lie to me, even if it is a joke. I really want you begging your knees." Derek desperately wanted to grab him but would play along for his mates sake.
Stiles leaned back onto his haunches. He looked about the room pleased with his work. what had once been a swirling vortex of doom and garbage was now recognizable. He stood and turned to Derek, slowly he approached his mate. Derek still had that bad boy look about him; leather jacket, jeans that gripped his legs perfectly, and muscles to spare. Stiles put his hands on either side of Derek's face. He leaned in close enough that his breath would ghost over Derek's mouth. "You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you. How badly I want for you to drag me up the stairs and ravish me. But there is work to be done, and a lesson to be learned." He pulled away just as Derek leaned forward. Stiles grabbed the hand of the frowny wolf and pulled him into the living room. "Tease." Derek muttered to low for Stiles to hear.
So Second chapter done! I hope you liked it, i didn't edit it(sadly)
My dog, Bayn, deleted the original and i had to start all over! so review PLEASE! and any ideas for the next chapter(s?) please let me know. I'd be more than happy to throw in any couples you guys want :)
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