Well here it is. It's probably not perfect. A little smut nothing to hot and heavy just yet. Hope you all like it.

Stiles was woke by the sound of someone opening his door. It was is dad he had just gotten home from his shift. He had come to check on Stiles. Who just realized Derek was asleep face and arms sprawled across Stiles lap. Stiles quickly realized his erections was right under Derek's face. Shit he's going to kill me was all Stiles could think.

"Dad this isn't what it looks like," Stiles yelled very concerned what his father might think.

"Really cause it looks like Derek fell asleep while playing on your computer to me," his dad said with a laugh, "If that isn't it I might have to reconsider him watching you."

"Yeah that what it was, I kinda figured you'd jump to the wrong idea."

"Huh," Derek the sleeping wonder woke up. Stiles couldn't figure out why Derek hadn't woke up when his dad had come in the front door.

"Nothing much, I want to talk too you down stairs Derek." Stiles Dad said as he left.

"Oh okay," Derek called to him.

Stiles tried to act normal about everything. But it was hard he knew Derek was going to hurt him for his body's reaction.

"You okay you look freaked?" Derek asked.

"You mean you're not going to hurt me. For well you know," Stiles said gesturing to where Derek's face just was.

"For having a boner while sleeping. Get over yourself Stiles it normal," Derek said getting up to leave, "Get some sleep."

Stile doubted he'd get sleep anytime soon his erection hurt it was so hard. "Damn."

Stiles hobbled to the door locking it not wanting anyone walking in on him. He got a washcloth to clean up his aftermath. He laid down and slid his boxers down freeing his throbbing flesh. He started slow enjoying the relief of the touch. Stiles enjoyed the frictions so he was okay with the lack of lube. He slowly build speed reveling in the sensation as he worked his shaft. He worked fast as the release came closer. Stiles closed his eyes as he felt the pressure build and release. It shocked him as his cum hit his chin.

Stiles feeling better afterward and cleaned up his mess. He tossed the cloth in the hamper and unlocked the door and climbed back into bed. Stiles wondered what Derek and his dad were talking about. Slumber claimed him again soon.

"What would you like to talk about sir?" Derek asked as he came down the stairs.

"I was think maybe you should stay in the guest room till Stiles gets better," Sheriff Stilinski said.

"Um sure if your okay with that."

"I think it would be best."

"I'm going to get some clothes than," Derek said.

"Alright take this," He said tossing him a key.

Derek took off to the ruins off the Hale house. He smelled it the moment he opened the door to the house. The smell that instantly made him hard. It was still coming from the burnt couch. He began digging in the damn thing not worrying if it would survive his on-slot. He found the source of the smell. It was to Derek great horror a jock-strap.

"Shit it one of the guys," he said to himself.

Derek set trying to figure out which on had left it. All of them had been there in the past week all on the day they went Alpha hunting. He thought for a long while. Then it clicked Stiles had brought his gym duffel in trying to find the mountain ash Deacon had given him.

"Fuck. Me," Derek yelled.

The moment he put his figure on who it was he realized he had been around the smell all this time. Derek when to pack clothes. He doubted he could come up with an excuses not to stay to give the sheriff. Plus Derek didn't know if he wanted anyone else helping Stiles. He was already annoyed how he was feeling. Connection weren't Derek's thing. He grab the undergarment before leaving planing on putting it in Stiles room.

He started back to the Stilinski house hold with a raging hard on. No way was he giving into this. Derek took a detour he was seeing Deacon. He pulled into the parking lot and practically jumped from the car. He went to the front door he had no doubt the good doctor was in.

"Hello Derek," Deacon called out as Derek opened the door.

"You knew. My question is, how long have you known?" Derek asked anger seething.

"Awhile. I assuming you've figured it out?" Deacon asked.

"No I'm pissed for no reason. How do I break it?"

"You can't Derek. Two halves of one coin. I suppose you could but it take something strong and it would be very risky for both of you. Your bound Derek you have no choice in this." Deacon informed coming out of the back holding the puppy he'd been checking out.

"Shit," Derek turned to walk away.

"Derek you need to tell him before he gets you both in trouble. If he puts himself in harm's way you'll have no choice in protecting him. If he gets caught you'll go to him even if you know it's trap. It dangerous for you and your pack."

"Fine I'll tell him." With that Derek when back out the door.

Derek finally got to Stiles home. He got out with his bag in one hand and the key in the other. He planed to just toss the jock strap in the boy's room. When he opened the door all he could smell was Stiles and sex. Derek through the garment and quickened his step to his room. He closed the door trying not make too much noise and locked it. He could feel himself loosing all control. With clawed hand he began to frantically strip.

He finally got his boxers off and fell to his knees. He was so hard he thought he might explode from the pressure. He fell forward supporting himself with his arm as he quickly sought release. Enough pre-cum to lube himself. He could feel the pressure building and work his shaft the his favorite way. He couldn't help it he was think about the body laying feet away the entire time. He came shooting all the way across the floor just above the shadow of his head.

Derek rolled onto his back relaxing and panting for breath. Feeling the shift releasing, control returning. He was lucky he hadn't scratched the floor. That would have been hard to explain to the Sheriff. He slipped his boxer back on and went to find a towel to clean up his mess and god was it. He had never came like that. It was all over the floor and there was a lot of spent fluid.

Derek didn't mange to sleep that night he tossed in turned all night. Worried if he let sleep claim he'd do something stupid. He wouldn't forgive himself if he hurt Stiles in any way. Derek heard the Sheriff leave for another early shift. He finally heard Stiles alarm. He went in not worrying about his or Stiles clothing or lack there of.

Stiles looked shock to see him this state. "Shit dude put some clothes on." Stiles said.

"We need to talk."

"About what your lack of privacy?"

"It's you."

"Dude not following. I just got up and your being weird." "Stiles it's you."

"Yep," Stiles said in sarcasm.

"YOUR my mate, damn it." Derek said letting too much of his frustration show.

"What?"

"I found that last night in the couch in my house. And trust me it yours." pointing to the discarded jock strap, "Then I went to see Deacon who confirmed it. Did I mention the raging erection I got for the smell."

"Dude still adjusting here. Words like erection and the smell of my jock strap still don't belong in the same sentence. Plus buddy I don't really want to hear about your body functions. And what smell?" There was no way he had any adderall yet. Oh lord is that his natural state.

"I don't know it's like this really heavy musky smell."

"Can we break this thing?" Stiles asked moving his hand back and forth between them.

"Deacon says maybe, but he also said it puts us in risk. And I'm not doing anything that could hurt you." Stiles sight, "Great went from straight with unrequited love to in a gay marriage. Does it get any better."

"Well your dad asked me to stay here while your healing. I don't really want to come up with a reason not to now. And I doubt I could pull off making it look like I was staying here and not. Oh plus I know you masturbated last night."

"Putting the rest of that on hold what the hell do you mean you know I did?" Stiles asked blushing.

"Well I open your door to put your thing," pointing to the jock strap, "in here and I could smell it in the air. The bad part it mad me loss control I barely made it to the guest room before I began to change."

"Oh that great. No I'm practically married and my husband can't even not try to rip my throat out."

"Stiles this isn't the time for sarcasm. I really could have last night," Derek said. The pain must have shown on his face because Stiles looked taken aback.

"Sorry it my way of dealing, but obviously we need to figure out how to deal with this." Stile said.

"I'm going to make some calls." Derek said. Derek went to his room and got his phone and dialed.

"Yes Derek," The annoyed voice on the line answered.

"Chris do you know anything about mating," Derek asked the man.

"You called my of all people about sex. I may have made a deal with you but I not sure we're close enough for this." Chris Argent said.

"No like werewolf becoming mated to someone?" Derek asked.

"Oh. Did a member of your pack actually find theirs?"

"Yes," Was all Derek could say.

"Well that protects them more so under the code but that only goes so far, if they kill just because they can and not to protected their mate and we'll act."

"Why are they more protected by your code?"

"Because a mate is an anchor a strong one. It gives them the ability to fight the pull of the moon like an alpha."

"Really. They seem less stable around this person."

"Well that I can't explain you should talk to another of your kind." Chris said hanging up.

Derek set there for a few minutes he gave in and called the wolf he'd texted the night before.

"Hello Derek I did mean to text you I've been busy though." Eric said.

"Eric a member of my packs become mated that's why I was asking but things are getting mess it very hard for him to stay in control around their mate."

Eric sputtered off a url that Derek wrote down then said, "Have they claimed their mate?"

"Like sex. NO!"

"No not sex. The wolf in them will have an urge to mark them as theirs. It's a bite but not like the one that can change someone." Eric said with a laugh.

"Really," Derek asked.

"Yes even an alpha can mark someone it all in their intentions while biting. They have to bite with the thought of marking them."

"Okay and that should make things more stable."

"For the most part. It will change this persons scent. As far as the wolf concerned they'll never smell it but any other wolf will."

"Thanks Eric that helps a lot."

"No problem." Eric said hanging up.

Derek paced the room trying to decide how to go about it. He had paced a good 20 minutes when Stiles hopped into the room. He had no choice he'd have to tell his pack before he did this. It was his job to keep their trust in him. There would be no trust if this just happened, plus he wasn't sure Scott would ever forgive him if he didn't tell them all first.

"So," Stiles asked.

"I have to bite you," Derek told him.

"Uh no you can stay away from me I've made it clear I don't want the bite or to become a wolf," Stiles said holding up his hands.

"Not that kind of bite. It won't change you it will mark you as mine." Derek said the words he said in the clearing just days before echoing in his head. 'He's MINE and you touch him I'll rip your throat out'.

"Okay but this still involves pain." Stiles pointed out.

"So does me ripping your throat out. Big difference you'll live through getting marked."

"Boy you know how to sweet talk someone. Fine let's get this over with so I can start healing."

"No we have to tell the pack first."

"What why do we have to tell them anything."

"Because Stiles not would breed distrust. Plus I they told me marking you would make you smell different. They would know without a word."

"That just fucking nice," Stiles nearly yelled. Derek couldn't blame him this wasn't easy.

"Their all in school we'll have time to adjust. Maybe not as long as we'd like."

Stiles let out a sight, "How about breakfast," trying to change subject from his impending doom.

"Sure," Derek grab him and carried him down stairs. Stiles bitching the whole way.

"Dude one leg does work okay," Stiles yelled.

Derek never replied he left Stiles by the table and when to the kitchen. He began getting food out. It would be the same as yesterdays breakfast but with everything he didn't feel like getting into too much. Derek began scrambling eggs and frying beacon. In fifteen minute he'd finished cooking, bringing the plates to the table. Today was going to be a long day Derek could see that now. Since his confections up stairs Stiles hadn't said anything. Derek took the dishes and washed them. He helped Stiles back upstairs.

They both went to their rooms to get dressed. They past the day in silence. They played the Xbox, took turns playing on the computer or just reading books. Stiles had managed to thank him for the werewolf site he'd gotten from Eric. Nether tried to really talk it just let the silence ride out. What was there to say nether one knew how they should act now. Finally the clock read 5. The boys would just be getting out of practice.

Derek called Scott, "Get the boys around we're having a pack meeting at Stiles house."

"Nice of you to just decide it have it there..."

"Shut up Scott and tell them. I'll tell Erica," Derek had cut him off.

He called Erica she didn't answer. He tried again but the same.

ME: Where are you and why aren't you answering your phone.

Erica: Library studying with Allison and Lydia.

ME: Pack meeting now Stiles house.

Erica: Fine. Allison and Lydia want to come.

ME: That fine.

Derek knew Stiles might kill him for letting Lydia come but the girl was undoubtedly going find out it was best for the horse's mouth. Derek carried a protesting Stiles back downstairs where they waited for them all to arrive. Erica, Allison, and Lydia were the last to arrive.

"Really Derek," Stiles said with annoyance

"It better she hears now Stiles," Derek said sympathy in his voice. This was hard for him.

"Hear what?" Issac asked.

Derek started pacing trying to think of how to say it, "I found my mate," Stiles had texted the pack after talking to Deacon about the mate situation.

"Really who is it," Boyd got to the question first.

Derek began pacing again. Stiles was the one to speak up first, "Me," almost a squeak.

"Wanting attention much Stinkliski," Jackson add.

"YOU WILL NOT SPEAK TO HIM LIKE THAT," Derek said letting power flow in every word.

"You guys are joking are you," Scott asked, if face showed anger but it wasn't in his voice.

"I wish we were," Stiles said.

"Well can't we break it or something?" Scott asked.

"No not without risking hurting Stiles or myself," Derek said.

"This is fucked," Scott said voice now showing his anger, "He my friend and now he in more danger because of you."

"Scott claim down," Allison said putting her hand on his leg, "This probably is hard enough without your anger. Dad told me a bit about all of this. It not like they have an active choice in this."

"I know it just...," Scott let out a sigh, "Hard to deal with."

"Your telling me. I went to bed last night single and woke up practically married." Stiles add.

"Lets not forget a virgin as well," Jackson add. That was the last straw before anyone knew what was happening

Derek had the boy by his throat, "YOU WILL SHOW HIM RESPECT. You will not bully him here or anywhere else or I will end you. Understand." Derek said hand grasped around Jackson's throat.

"Derek that enough. I think he gets the point. Not that he's not an asshat," Allison said standing putting her hand on his arm. Derek dropped the boy.

"You'll all have to forgive him he's been a bit touchy since he figured this all out last night," Stiles add.

"Do you have proof like irrefutable," Erica asked earnestly.

"Deacon confirmed it. If he say it right I'm not going to second guess." Derek said.

"So has he been out of control," Allison detected at Stiles.

"Yes he has," Stiles put out there, "Nothing like what he did to Jackson though."

"Dad said mated wolf are in better control," Allison said.

"I talked to another wolf about this he say I have to claim Stiles as mine. Hence the meeting."

"So you holding a meeting to tell us your going to screw him," Issac asked with no judgmental.

"No I have to bite him with the intent to claim him as mine. That will intern change his scent so I figured it was best to tell you all first."

"Okay so I'm following this all well enough, but does this make you two gay," Lydia finally spoke.

Running a hand through his hair Derek said, "I don't know what this makes us other than together."

"Stile would you like us here when he umm..." Allison started think of how to put it, "Marks you?"

"Yes, no, I honestly don't know," Stiles said, "Yes I do I don't want anyone's teeth in me when we're alone. No offense Derek." Derek didn't blame him.

"Is this going to be like sexual?" Jackson asked.

Derek never answered him if figured was just best to get it done with. He hauled Stiles from the couch and pulled the collar of his shirt down. He hoped they'd be able to hide it from Stiles father there. He lowered his head to the boys collar-bone.

He licked the flesh and felt Stile quake beneath him. Derek sank his teeth in to him tasting his blood in his mouth. He let go and began lick the wound unsure what compelled he to. He pulled back when the he stopped tasting blood. Derek was shock to seem nothing there more than the slight scars of his teeth.

"Did that really just heal that quick." Scott asked coming over to look at the mark. Derek fought the urge to snap his jaw at the wolf.

"I think it did. And it worked he smell funny." Issac added.

Jackson looked unimpressed, "So what all our bites healed too. Well not your," Looking at Lydia with some sadness.

"Yeah they did," Erica said.

"But none of us have a scar," Boyd add.