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Stiles made himself a roast beef sandwich and drank a can of soda while he poked around what was supposed to be his house. There was a backpack and a pair of sneakers by the door. The backpack had various books he assumed he used for college. He wondered what he was studying. There was a dogs bowl by the back door, and a leash hanging on the hook. Huh, do I walk Derek? He wondered. The living room had a wall full of photographs and Stiles paused to look. There was one of his graduation with his dad and his mom standing on either side of him. His mom.

She looked fantastic, but there was no way she was at his graduation. Right? His mom died in a car accident when he was eleven. She would never see his graduation.

There were more pictures, he was hugging Jackson and Scott was standing beside them with an arm around Allison and there was one of him giving Lydia piggy back, but he kept going back to the one of his mom. His beautiful mom. And Derek , there were a load of him and Derek, they were hugging and laughing, does Derek laugh? There was one of the two of them and a dog too. It was a dark grey colour wearing a blue collar. Stiles wondered where it was now.

After exploring his new life Stiles went to bed with a big weight on his mind. As he snuggled under the duvet he wondered what was happening in the world, how he was here. Was this some trick of his mind or was his real life, his memories, was that a nightmare. If that was the case then, why couldn't he remember anything?

Something heavy was on top of him, Stiles batted at it to try to get it out of his way but it wouldn't budge. He opened his eyes, it was early. Derek was lying on top of him kissing his neck. It took Stiles a second to figure out what was going on, that this Derek was his…something.

'Morning. You sleep ok?' Derek said shifting to get more comfortable. The duvet was a saving barrier between them and Stiles was glad it was hiding his morning wood.

'Like a baby.' Stiles said sifting until he was on his back. Derek was still fully dressed. 'Did you catch a bad guy?' Stiles asked groping for anything to say.

'No. Let's talk about you. Are you hard for me?' Derek smirked sitting up to straddle Stiles and remove his jacket. He was still wearing his holster and that shouldn't have turned Stiles on but it did. Derek removed that too, setting his gun on Stiles' bedside table before tugging his shirt over his head.

'Uh?'

'What's wrong, cat got your tongue?' Derek asked moving to take his boots and socks off. He stood up, unbuckled his jeans and shoved them to the floor with his boxers. His cock was jutting out between his legs. 'Fuck I couldn't get you out of my head this morning. There were piles of paperwork in front of my nose and all I could think about was you in our bed. Asleep but getting hard the way you always do.' He said lifting the duvet and crawling over Stiles to tug his t-shirt off. His pants were halfway off and before he knew what was happening Derek's mouth was wrapped around his prick.

Stiles had never had a blowjob before. Derek knew exactly what to do and where to touch him and Stiles fisted his hands in Derek's hair to keep him there, to keep him doing what he was doing because he was fucked if he was letting Derek away now. Derek's hands were holding his hips tight to the mattress as his tongue worked the underside of Stiles' cock, catching that sensitive part under the head where Stiles loved to press his thumb when he jerked himself in the shower.

Then Derek's fingers were trailing over his balls, and touching that sensitive patch below them before an already wet finger slipped easily into his ass and Stiles wondered was this it, was this how he was going to lose his virginity. Derek added a second finger, scissoring them and curling them and Stiles didn't have time to warn Derek before he was coming, his spunk shooting into Derek's mouth.

'Fuck.' Stiles hissed as his cock slipped out of Derek's mouth. 'I thought Laura said no sex.'

'She just wants to give me blue balls.' Derek muttered kissing his way up Stiles' chest, catching a nipple between his teeth. Stiles could feel Derek's hard cock slapping against his thigh, and he knew he was supposed to do something to relieve it, but he wasn't sure what.

'Do you want to-'

'No.' Derek cut him off. 'Well, I do actually I really fucking do but your mom's making us pancakes downstairs and I was just sent to wake you.' Derek said kissing Stiles on the lips. Stiles wrapped his hand around Derek's cock, and he figured this couldn't be hard because he jerked himself off all the time. He used the moisture from the tip to coat Derek before he started a gentle rhythm, twisting his hand on the head. 'Fuck do it harder.' Derek said breathing into Stiles neck. Stiles complied working his hand around Derek's dick as he jerked his wrist.

Derek grunted and came, shooting his spunk all over Stiles' hand and belly while his teeth held the skink where Stiles neck joined his shoulder, sucking a bruise. Stiles had never tasted anyone else's spunk before but he was curious so he brought his fingers to his lips to taste. Derek shimmied back down the bed to clean the mess off Stiles' belly. 'I'm gonna have a quick shower.' Derek said moving back to kiss Stiles on the mouth. 'Come with me.' He said.

Something about the way Derek asked made Stiles not want to refuse. He followed Derek naked to the en-suite and waited while he fixed the water to the right temperature. They washed themselves quickly in companionable silence. Stiles liked this. Liked their relationship. When they finished washing Derek pulled Stiles close to him.

'You make it worth it. You make the job worth it. I couldn't do nights like last night without coming home to you.' Derek said, kissing Stiles again before shutting the water off and getting out. They dried off and Stiles opened one of the dresser drawers found a pair of jeans and a Spiderman t-shirt.

Derek was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white V-neck t-shirt. Stiles took a moment to appreciate the sight of Derek in something other than black. Derek reached out a hand with a black hoodie that had Beacon Hills Police stamped across the front. 'Put this on.'

'Isn't that yours?'

'You know it is.' Derek said with a smile, kissing Stiles. 'Let's go your mom will kill me.'

Lena Stilinski was in the kitchen like she'd been there a thousand times before. She knew her way around it better than Stiles did. His dad was sitting at the counter looking through papers. Derek went to stand beside him accepting the cup of coffee Lena gave him thanking her with a peck on the cheek. She turned then and gave Stiles that million watt smile that he hadn't seen in years.

'Mom you look so good.' He said fighting back tears as he wrapped his arms around her. Derek and his dad looked up from what they were doing to watch Stiles hug his mom with matching smiles.

'Hey what's brought all this on? Are you still unwell?' she asked pulling back and touching her knuckles to his forehead. 'I'm just so happy to see you.' Stiles said trying to fight back tears.

'I'm happy to see you too. Are you sure you're ok? You were an awful long time upstairs.' Lena said, eyes widening when Stiles blushed. 'Derek!' she scolded.

'What?' Derek asked trying, and failing to look innocent.

'He's not well.' Lena scolded.

'He looks good to me.' John Stilinski said.

'Oh my god can we not talk about this!' Stiles blushed as Derek wrapped his arms around him from behind and pressed a kiss to his neck. Derek walked them forward to the counter where his father sat looking over documents and crime scene photographs. Stiles stared in awe at the images. He had seen them before, well not these exact pictures, but he had seen a crime scene like this. This was the way he and Scott had found Laura Hale. The girl in the photos was thankfully not Laura Hale.

'You two.' The sheriff scoffed shaking his head but not removing the pictures.

'I need a cuddle before work sheriff.' Derek teased. 'I can't help it if Stiles spots a few crime scene pictures in the process.'

Stiles decided there and then that he liked Derek. Derek was a good boyfriend who offered cuddles freely and let Stiles see photographs he shouldn't be allowed to see. And read case notes. And gave blowjobs, thus leading to orgasms.

'And it does his criminology studies no harm.' Derek pointed out. John grunted but didn't say anything else. He was more interested in the plate of food that was set down beside him. Lena kissed John on the cheek and turned to lift another plate for Derek.

'I'll get yours in a minute.' She said winking at Stiles. Stiles grinned back at her as Derek moved to sit on the stool beside them and tuck into his food.

'This is good. Best pancakes ever.' Derek said with his mouth full. 'Here.' He said offering Stiles a bite. Stiles took the syrup drenched forkful of pancake. He was in heaven. His mom's pancakes were the best ever.

'So…what's going on?' He asked shoving his thumb at the pictures.

'Wild animal some think.' John said. 'Derek has a different theory.'

'And that is?'

'Serial killer. Same M.O on all the victims.' Derek said taking a sip of coffee. 'This is his third.'

'Boy's! No business at the table.' Lena scolded as she flipped more pancakes.

'Yes boss.' John said. Both men laughed and Stiles beamed to see his dad so happy.

Derek and the Sheriff finished their food and were getting ready to leave when the front door opened and a voice Stiles had never heard called 'it only me.'

'We're in the kitchen honey.' Lena called back. A woman appeared below the archway with a big smile on her face.

'Stiles how are you?' She asked. 'You look fine. Are you eating?'

'Yes.' Stiles said hoping someone would clue him into who this was.

'Good.' She said.

'You want coffee Laura, some food?' Lena asked.

Laura. This was Laura Hale.

'Just coffee. I'm on a strict diet. I need to lose three pounds by next weekend if I'm to fit into this dress.'

'What dress?' Stiles asked as Derek frowned and patted his pockets.

'My wedding dress doofus.' She said with a smile kissing his cheek.

'Right. I forgot. Must be the flu you know.' Stiles said making crazy hands.

'I took your car last night. Sorry I was almost out of gas and I didn't want to stop on the way to the scene. I'll fill yours up next time ok baby.' Derek said handing Stiles car keys. Stiles frowned. Derek hated his jeep. He looked at the keys Derek gave him. They said Camaro.

'Isn't this yours?' Stiles asked handing the key back to Derek. The sheriff was kissing Lena goodbye.

'Nope. Pretty sure it's yours.' Derek said leaning forward to kiss Stiles on the lips. 'See you later. I'll call you. Don't do too much I don't want you fainting on your mom ok.'

'Ok.' Stiles agreed. 'Be careful.' Stiles called out to Derek's leather clad back. Derek turned around in the hallway and winked, walking backwards a few steps before turning around and following Stiles' dad outside.

Fuck Stiles was in love.