The Mark
By Notsalony
Chapter 3 - Flames Consume
Well I'm slowly working on the mythology of this story. And don't worry. Everyone eventually finds someone. Originally I was going to skip RIGHT from the party to Derek's house… that scene from the party. Yeah that wasn't going to happen. That is all because -Hoechlin-Haynes, you got me talking and helped me make up my own mind. Thank you. See reviews help the process.
[Stiles Stilinski's House; Beacon Hills, California; 2012]
The party wasn't even in full swing yet and they were already down one, Scott had headed out to the garage to sulk. Jackson looked at Stiles and made a low whimper noise as he sat on the Sheriff's lap. Stiles made a shrug that clearly said that he didn't think he could have the words to help Scott out. They looked to Derek who shook his head.
"I am not equipped to deal with hormonal teenaged werewolves who may or may not have taken a vibrator with them." He sat down, and the three of them looked to Melissa.
"I had the wash up talk with him after he started masturbating. I'm not having the, wash the vibrator before you give it back talk. You're his pack, you talk to him." She sat down firmly. They stared each other down till they looked to Alison.
"I'm not talking to my boyfriend about him using a vibrator when he freaks out when ever I mention bringing toys into the bedroom." Alison blushed as her father a withering look.
"And you're not going out there while he's masturbating anyways." Mr. Argent looked at his daughter with a look of a parent on the verge of saying something else.
"Well don't look at me." The Sheriff said bluntly having seen the way this game was going. "I've got a kid on my lap." He held Jackson in place.
"You know I used to use that excuse when Scott was little." Melissa grinned.
"Some how I don't think it's for the same reason as me." The Sheriff smiled back.
"And no one looked to me to do it why?" Danny asked as he sat there watching this game of 'who handles Scott this time' with rapt attention.
"Well they didn't ask me because I'm not even remotely attracted to him and I'll make it worse." Lydia smiled. "And I'm assuming they didn't bother asking you because that would involve figuring that you have feelings for him or that you might see something that would make you uncomfortable."
"So?" Danny blinked. "I've seen him naked before." He stood up.
"I think there's a difference between locker room nude and naked in my garage with your vibrator in his ass." Stiles said carefully.
"I know that." Danny grinned. "And besides, I feel responsible." He walked out of the house.
"Did I just become single?" Alison frowned.
"Tell Danny to buy you the toy we say today. El Jefe, looked like it should have a gas powered motor on it." Lydia grinned. "That way you have something to use while you watch them."
"while i…." Alison blushed.
"Tell me it doesn't turn you on picturing Scott bottoming for Danny?" Alison's face went from pink to crimson. "Exactly." She grinned. "You didn't loose a boyfriend, you gained free gay porn." Lydia cooed.
"You realize that's what I'm going to have in my head every time my son kisses Danny or Alison now, right?" Melissa eyed Lydia.
"Oh you're welcome." She smiled. "I take cash, credit, and Amazon points." She grinned.
"And Scott's supposed to be the loose one?" Mr. Argent blinked.
"I'm not loose, I'm expensive." Lydia corrected before leaning against Stiles. Lydia suddenly stiffed and turned towards Derek, with a livid expression. "Say that again where the rest of the class can hear it Mr. Alpha Wolf and I'll show you why people know not to say that in public." She eyed him.
"What'd he say?" Stiles asked as he leaned in.
"Nothing that bears repeating, just know that no mater what, I have your back." She nuzzled Stiles and smiled as she caught Derek's blue eyes.
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Danny listened with his wolf ears, picking up and honing in on the sound of the whirring of the vibrator's motor. When he figured out where in the garage Scott was he just sat silently and listened. Hearing the slick sound of wiggling plastic coated in lube deep in a needy hole; smelling Scott's arousal all the way out into the open air. Closing his eyes Danny focused in on Scott's words.
"f-fuck…" He panted as he bore down on the invading plastic. "shit… and he does this all the time when he gets off?" The awe and shock clear in his voice. "I wish he'd do this to me…" Scott panted out.
'You keep making those noises and I might.' Danny thought as he heard Scott's needy whimper as the wriggling toy hit his prostate.
"FUCK!" He yelled, his arousal flooded Danny's nose and he burst into the door, a black shadowed figure with glowing green eyes. Scott turned; his eyes golden in the dark of the garage. His jeans around his knees and his boxers bunched around his thighs, his hand on his bare cock and the bottle of lube sitting next to the package the vibrator had come in. His face flushed as he stammered. "D-danny…" He shuddered, the vibrator slipping and hitting his prostate, robbing him of the ability to speak.
"Looks like someone needs to learn his lesson about theft." Danny growled as he stocked into the small space under Jackson's room. Danny thrust his hand into Scott's boxers and pulled them and his jeans clean off of his body. "You want to use that thing. You have to pay for it." He growled, his face inches from Scott's balls.
"I have some money in my…" Danny growled and Scott shut up.
"Don't want your money." Danny ran the dull part of his wolven nail down Scott's ball sack. "Need payment." Danny growled, as he looked up as Scott, his hand suddenly around Scott's holding Scott's cock. "Payment…" He hand forcing Scott to masturbate.
"Fuck!" Scott moaned, Danny's other hand reaching under Scott to grasp the end of the purple whirring piece of plastic and work it back and forth in Scott's slick hole. "D-danny." Scott panted, as he took over masturbating himself, going hot and heavy at the pace Danny set him at. Danny leaned in and licked up Scott's balls sack, sucking on the bulbous flesh as it tried to draw in and up on Scott's body. "DANNY!" Scott moaned out as he shot his load all over Danny's face. Danny leaned up and captured the spurting head of Scott's cock in his mouth and sucked the full thing into his throat. Scott had started a whine when Danny licked him, but sucking him had brought out a shriek of shock that Danny knew was heard by all the wolves in the house. Little did he know that hearing that had caused Jackson to blush, Derek to choke on his drink, and Lydia to smile and tell Alison Danny owed her a special toy.
"d-danny…" Scott trembled, his body in the throws of his after orgasmic shocks.
"That's for playing with my toys." Danny grinned as he came up off of Scott's cock for air. "Now, I think you made a mess." Danny leaned in close. "Clean it up." He said seriously. Scott blinked at him, looked around for a rag, and decided since he couldn't find one to just screw it. He leaned in and licked the dripping cum, his dripping cum, from Danny's cheek. He flushed as he licked his cum off of Danny's face.
"Better?" Scott said looking down.
"Almost, you know where Jackson keeps his key, we need to shower."
"We?" Scott choked out.
"Well of course. You got it all loose and primed from my toy. You think I'm wasting a loose virgin hole?" Danny slapped him on the shoulder. "Loose the shirt and I'll see about getting us into Jackson's apartment."
"it's under the doormat" Jackson said, knowing Danny and the other wolves heard it. Danny blushed as he realized everyone with super hearing had heard them.
"can you guys turn on something to kind of … muffle the noise?" Derek asked in a low voice.
"But I like to hear. It helps me picture what Danny's doing to Scott's naked hot body." Lydia responded.
"I…" Scott blushed horribly.
"Thanks guys. I probably just lost out on LOOSING MY VIRGINITY!" Danny yelled out.
"Well at least you got your toy back." Lydia responded before Danny went back to trying to block everyone else out.
"hey." He said in a low voice in front of Scott who was blushing and shaking.
"they know. they heard… they… they know i…" He stammered out.
"They kind of knew that the moment my dildo went missing." Danny said calmly, his hands on Scott's bare thighs as he crouched between them. "And I heard you before just before I came in here." Scott's face seemed to get redder.
"great. so everyone heard me masturbating." He shook, embarrassed beyond words.
"It's not that big a deal. I mean we all-" Scott got up and grabbed his cloths and tore out of the garage before Danny could stand up. "Well shit." He sighed, still needing to shower before going back to the party, and painfully hard down his pants' leg, Danny went up to Jackson's apartment to shower.
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Danny came in and immediately went over and smacked Derek on the back of the head. Everyone paused as the Alpha looked at him in both shock and anger. Jackson was between them in a second. His eyes just as green as Danny's in the face of Derek's blue eyes.
"He hit me." Derek growled.
"He kind of had a right to." Lydia stood up and put a hand on Danny's shoulder moving him to sit down. "Jackson's his best friend and he'll probably get even with him later. I'm a girl. He's not about to hit me. That's just not who Danny is. Lord knows I deserve it and I have a feeling Alison will get even with me for my part for Danny." She smiled to Alison. "And I'm fine with that. I earned it. Don't dish it out if you can't take it." She nodded to herself. "Now you. You bit him. You also butted in when you really shouldn't have, and you're a boy. He's got every right to be mad and direct it at you here and now." She sat Danny down.
"HE. HIT. ME." Derek's eyes were pure blue.
"Danny, do us a favor, come back here." Jackson said talking over his shoulder. Danny came back. "Tilt your head to the right." Danny started to question, but Jackson slapped him. "DO IT." Danny tilted his head and exposed his neck to Derek. Derek leaned forward and buried his face in Danny's neck, biting him gently on the neck.
"never attack your alpha for any reason." He said under his breath before pulled back, having waited till Danny healed before moving.
"okay." Danny nodded and went back to sit down.
"Right, birthday boy says fight's over and cake's on." Stiles stood up and put a small party plate of cake in front of Derek. "Because, it's MY birthday and my best friend was just driven off by three people in this room." He eyed the three of them. "So you're gifts had better fucking rock." He said before he left the room.
"Dude, why's he get to hit Derek?" Danny asked Jackson.
"It's Stiles. He… had a pass." Jackson swallowed when Derek gave him a look.
"Okay…" Danny frowned.
"Don't sweat it. Just… leave it alone." Jackson looked down.
"Okay. My gift first." Lydia handed Stiles the box she'd had wrapped in the store. "I got you two, this one is the serious one… I think." She looked to Danny. "He did put the serious one in the blue right?"
"Yeah." Danny grinned, as Stiles opened a Jr. Wizard in training magic set with pictures of people dressed up as Harry Potter and his friends, and came with a complete Harry Potter Quidditch uniform in Stiles' size. "Or maybe he didn't." Danny grinned.
"That was pay back for earlier wasn't it." She narrowed her eyes.
"I don't need to hit people to get even. I just wanted to feel Derek up a little when I hit him." He smirked.
"Well played sir. Well played." She turned back to Stiles. "Well since the blue was the joke gift, the silver must be the real gift." She picked up the larger silver package and handed it to Stiles.
"Okay." Stiles opened the package to find carefully labeled packages of herbs, candles, incense, a deck of tarot cards, a few crystals, a stone bowl, various wooden spoons, several blank books, and some very old looking books in the back of the package. He looked up at her.
"Well I have a sense of magic now. So I knew what was good and what might be useful. And tried to make you a starter kit for actual magic. I have no idea if the Tarot cards are real or not. I just thought they looked cool." She smiled.
"Thank you." Stiles hugged her. Opening the old book and realizing he could understand the French that was in it.
"Just another gift of being my handler." Lydia grinned. "You understand all the tongues I understand when I kissed you." She smiled. "And I'm in third year French now." She sat back down with her cake in hand.
"So we're paying for the cake with presents?" Derek frowned, and before anyone else could react put his large royal blue package in front of Stiles. "Here." He said quietly before sitting back down.
"Thanks." Stiles blinked before opening the package. He stopped when he saw what it was. He swallowed hard looking at Derek. Inside were three things. The first being a picture Alison had taken of the boys rough housing over the summer with a wolf pile on Stiles, framed. The next was a black leather jacket like Derek had, but on the back was embroidery work with Derek's symbol and Stiles' name sewn into it. The last was a set or robes made out of the same kind of leather, but it had blue Celtic embroidery work on the edges, the cuffs, and on the back was Derek's symbol.
"You're part of the pack. And I'll be taking the rest out for tats this week." He eyed the other two werewolves in the room. "This way you know you're a part of the pack too." He said quietly.
"Thank you." Stiles got up and hugged Derek, burying his face in Derek's neck, he felt Derek's pulse quicken. He held Derek for longer then he probably should before sitting down.
"Open mine next." Scott said as he walked in and picked up a gold package and put it in Stiles' hand. "I couldn't just leave with out giving you your gift first." Stiles smiled before tearing into the package to be brought face to face with a photo album. Stiles opened it and realized these were photos he'd never seen of his mom. Photos from her growing up in Beacon Hills with Scott's mom and pictures of her the McCalls had taken years ago and never got developed. "She'd be proud of you." Scott hugged his best friend. "She really would be." He said softly.
"thank you." Stiles cried as he hugged his best friend.
"Mine next." Alison smiled as she bounced in front of him with a small purple package. Raising an eyebrow Stiles tore into the package, finding a CD he'd been longing for.
"HOLY FUCK!"
"Language young man." The Sheriff tilted his beer bottle at his son.
"Sorry. HOW'D YOU KNOW?" He turned back to Alison.
"Scott said you'd only been looking for that one for like… ever." She smiled. "And I know a guy." She grinned.
"Well you're guy gets a lap dance if I ever meet him." Stiles beamed over the CD, missing Derek's growl to his statement, and the fact that all the other wolves looked away at that moment.
"Who's that leave?" Lydia looked around the room. "Just Danny, Jackson, Mr. Argent, and Mr. Stilinski." She smiled.
"Oh I already gave my son his present." He said with a pointed look at Stiles.
"What'd you get him?" Jackson asked as he stood up to get in line to give his gift.
"I… uh… well…"
"The satisfaction of seeing the fulfillment of you two's love affair in the culmination of a kiss." Stiles grinned. "I just really wanted to see you two happy again, and well… it's all I asked for."
"Wow… now I'm not sure my gift is good enough." Jackson paled.
"I'm sure it is." Stiles walked up and picked the gold and silver polka dotted package that Jackson was holding. He blinked as he saw all the gift certificates stuffed into the package.
"i've been living on my own here and with the job and paying rent and all i-i didn't have a lot of money but i know you like your jeep… so i just thought…" He blushed.
"It's perfect." Stiles hugged Jackson, being very careful with all the gift certificates that entitled him to detailing, cleanings, paint jobs, and other repair work his jeep might need for a while to come. Jackson had been practically living on his own this last year since his parents threw him out, cut him off, and left town. It had been a major culture shock for him to suddenly go from the riches kid at school to having to wear the same cloths every day for a while. And he'd been ashamed that the only ones he could move in with who would have him were the Stilinskis. Ashamed because he'd ragged on them so much over the years and they were still there to help him, and be so kind to him. He'd had a lot of growing up to do in a very short time.
"thanks." Jackson swallowed past the lump in his throat as he sat down, Jon wrapping his arms around the boy and holding him to him. He exchanged a knowing look over the boy's head to his son who nodded.
"I'll go last." Mr. Argent smiled as he stood near the door.
"Okay." Danny sighed as he stood up and got his present, a simple enough looking box wrapped in a shining green paper. Stiles dug into it to find a couple books and a small hand written note. The books seemed to be beginners guides to witch craft and magic in general, but opening the note Stiles blushed as all it said was yes.
"Really?" Stiles squeaked out. Danny looked behind him at Derek who looked suspicious.
"Definitely." Danny grinned.
"Okay…" Stiles turned around and looked at Derek who was eating his cake by then. "Uh, that just leaves you Mr. Argent." Stiles turned back to Alison's father. He smiled, walked over to the table with the gifts and picked up the package that seemed heavy. He sat it in front of Stiles.
"I had to find the things I needed in various shops across town to complete the collection." He smiled as he stepped back.
"Okay…" Stiles arched an eyebrow before opening the shiny black wrapping. It took him a moment to realize what he was looking at. As his mind realized they were books, it made sense. It was an entire set of a series of books. Some of them newer and many of them ancient, torn, and tattered. He opened on of them up at random.
"And when you have thrice encircled the beast with salt, begin writing the prescribed charms into the dirt with your dagger. Being sure to move clock wise from the East along the sun's path so that you can bless the creature with the light of day at your side.."
They were journals, spell books, and guides to the beasts of legend and myth. And as he scanned the pages, realized that by the descriptions, they'd once existed. He looked up wide eyed at Mr. Argent.
"Our family's been collecting that for generations. And I digitized it years ago. And it made more sense for you to have it. You're a Hexen now. You're not just an innocent by stander, or a human anymore. You're a part of this little shadow war between all the other races. And… like it or not, now they're going to be coming to your door step looking for you because of you, not because of Scott or Derek or Jackson." He stepped up and patted Stiles on the back. "But I have faith in you and your friends. You've made it this far and you turned a family of werewolf hunters into accepted members of a pack of wolves who keeps their noses very clean." He smiled.
"Which reminds me. Training picks up next week." Derek said as he sat a few feet from Stiles, having moved closer when Mr. Argent had. There may be peace now between the family and the pack, but there would always be a sense that there was a need to guard one's friends and family close with the Argents around. Loosing his entire family to one mad woman had taught him that lesson the hard way.
"We'll be there." Mr. Argent held his gaze. He smiled and went back to mingling.
"Dude, be nicer to him." Stiles pouted. "This probably cost almost as much as yours did." Stiles put his hand on Derek's bare arm. "And thanks. You know you didn't have to get me anything." He smiled at Derek.
"Of course I did." Derek smiled back.
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[Derek Hale's House; Beacon Hills, California; 2012, two weeks later]
"So… naked…" Danny said as he watched Jackson take off his pants at Derek's house. Scott was already running around naked as usual as was Derek. Not that Danny had seen a lot of Scott in the two weeks since their almost sex.
"Yep. I usually keep my pants on; the nudity seems to be just a wolf thing." Stiles shrugged.
"Right.. naked…" Danny took his shirt off while he toed off his sneakers. He felt stupid for being so nervous. He was sure he would fit in better if he just went along with it. His jeans around his ankles later he actually did feel more at home. He didn't realize how tight and restricting his cloths had become to him. Of course in the back of his mind he had the little fight he'd had with Scott two weeks ago in his mind. That nudity with the pack wasn't the same as being heard masturbating. He sighed; maybe it was just different growing up with just your mom around.
"I'm going to be in the library cross checking some stuff." Stiles called as Danny wandered in to find out what he could do to help fix up the pack house.
"You're helping him pretty well." Derek said from where he was sitting near the library. Stiles' eyes shot down to look at Derek's half hard cock, and then up again across his muscular chest to his face. Trying to mentally keep himself from registering Derek's naked body.
"It's my job in the pack. Take care of them till they don't need me anymore." He gave a sad smile. "What's up?"
"Just wanted to see what you were looking up in here every day since your birthday."
"Well Mr. Argent gave me a few books and some herbs. And shockingly Danny and Lydia got me some other books and stuff, and I'm kind of cross referencing it. And then Dad gave me this." He held up his mother's journal. "I don't understand this one passage."
"What's it say?"
"Nine names are there to the flame and by these nine names it grants nine gifts. One to name and one to know, one to kill and one to grow. One to open and one to close, one to harm and one to help. And one to forget. These nine names a master make, but only those who master three may face the six. The first of these I grant to thee, the flame to name; Ishanthor. But know this, only the flame to know and the flame to grow may open life to the lifeless six." He read and held open his hand as a silver white flame formed in it. "I get that the last bit is a spell, the name of this flame. And that it's supposed to be the flame to name. But name what? And what the hell are the lifeless six?" Stiles opened the library door, dispelling the flame in his hand.
"Maybe you need to cast the first one and then put that up against other fires to see their names?" Derek followed him.
"See I thought of that. But fire's fire. It seems to only work on certain things right now. Like. Ishanthor." He cast the fire once more. And looking through it at Derek. "I didn't know your middle name was Anthony." He moved so he wasn't looking through the flame anymore.
"So it tells you the name of the thing you're looking at." Derek sat down. "It's a shame your mom didn't leave a better clue."
"Well besides the journal the only thing she left me was this?" He held up the sunstone amulet.
"Have you tried it on that yet?" Derek pointed.
"N-no I hadn't thought to." He held it up and looked through the flame. "The flame of helping hands: Northion." Stiles jumped when a golden flame danced in his hand with the silver flame from before. "Hang on a sec." He looked through them at Derek. "Derek Anthony Hale, could be most helped by getting laid by someone he loves?" Stiles pulled back.
"It does not say that." Derek blushed as he looked through the flames at Stiles. "Genim Stilinski, could be most helped by knowing that the names he needs to know are written down in plain site in his room, but only a Hexen who masters these flames could hope to figure out where." Derek pulled back. "I take it back. Your mom leaves very wordy clues."
"Don't knock it. At least we know where to look." Stiles sat down. "And as much as I'd love to rush back to the house and tear my bedroom apart finding these hidden spells." He shook his hand to dispel the flames. "I'm kind of mentally set up for the research mode right now."
"You took your meds today I see."
"I've been… on them more regularly." Stiles said cautiously.
"What happened?" Derek crossed his arms.
"I might have… accidentally… set my jeep on fire.. twice." Stiles sighed.
"The meds help?"
"Well they put my mind a little bit more focused, but the schedules help and that structure helps me keep my powers in check." He sighed.
"You still depressed about the fact that you're not a werewolf?" Derek sat down and looked him in the eye.
"I'm not…" Stiles sighed. "Fine, yes. A major part of me wishes I had taken Peter up on his offer. And yes, there are times I wish I'd asked you to bite me too." He blushed. "But… I'm scared okay." He said sullenly.
"It's okay to be scared Stiles."
"No it's not." Stiles sulked. "I know all the ins and outs of being a werewolf. But I'll never be one."
"Now how do-"
"Because Lydia couldn't become a werewolf and a Hexenbiest. And I'm pretty sure you can't be a Hexen and a werewolf at the same time." He sulked.
"Well I've never heard of it." Derek shrugged. "Who's to say you can't." He shot Derek a look. "What?"
"Just… don't. I'm not going to fit in. I'm not going to be a member of your pack, hell I'm shocked you let me in the door anymore." Stiles threw his books down and took off. Leaving Derek to stand there more then a little shocked.
"Scott." Derek yelled, and a very naked Scott came bounding in, a smile on his face, a spring in his step, and a mightily swollen cock swinging in the breeze.
"Yeah boss?" He grinned. The effects of a naked Danny on him clear.
"Stiles just… blew up at me and ran away. Do you…" Derek's face looked blank.
"He's on the meds again isn't he." Scott shook his head and picked up the books and things. "He'll be back in an hour, all apologizes and shame faced. Just let him do the talking. He takes too much and he gets 10 times as erratic. He takes too little it doesn't take full effect. He hits that sweet spot, and he's mostly normal but he has these emotional break downs over stuff that he can normally hide that it upsets him."
"I need a Stiles to English dictionary." Derek sat down again in his soft leather chair.
"You and the rest of the world. I only vaguely understand him, and we've been friends since we were 5." He smiled. "But hey, you two will sort it out eventually." He started to walk off; chuckling to himself.
"And just what does that mean?" Derek's eyes flashed blue.
"That Jackson isn't the only wolf who found his mate." Scott left Derek alone with his thoughts. His own mind missing that maybe he had a double meaning there.
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Derek had gotten a little tired of soul searching and since Stiles hadn't come back in almost three hours he decided to get dressed and try to track him down. Sniffing out Stiles' unique smell, he followed him down to where Stiles was sitting in the woods. He changed tactics and decided to sneak up on Stiles. Making almost no noise, he made it up the tree and was sitting up there looking at Stiles. He'd never taken the time to just look at Stiles before. To take in his beauty. To… realize he was utterly in love with Stiles and Stiles didn't have a clue. He sighed to himself and back tracked.
'I wonder why he just sat there watching me?' Stiles thought to himself as he felt Derek leave. A little while later he heard Derek making noise as he came up towards him.
"Hey." Derek said as he sat down next to Stiles.
"Hey. Sorry about before." Stiles shrugged.
"Scott and I picked up the books after you'd gone." Derek let the implication hang there.
"He told you I get emotion on the meds." Stiles nodded and turned back to look at the forest. "Well it's true. I have no ability to lie or hide anything while I'm like this. And until I get a handle on my powers I'm going to be a human anti-lie." Stiles looked like he was on the verge of sulking again.
"Well since you can't lie maybe I shouldn't lie either?" Derek sighed.
"What are you lying about?" Stiles tensed up.
"Two things. There was one case of a Hexen who tried to become a werewolf." He looked off into the distance. "She was later found by her mate… covering a few of the walls of their house." He looked back at Stiles.
"Oh." Stiles blushed as he realized what getting his wish might entail.
"The other thing is… I was watching you in the trees a bit ago." Derek blushed.
"Oh I know that." Stiles shrugged. "I can sense you. Not sure why. Maybe it's because you're the alpha. But I can sense you right off the bat." Stiles smiled. "It's kind of nice." He turned and looked at Derek. "Why were you watching me?" He licked his lip.
"I wanted to see if something Scott said was true." Derek paused.
"What was that?" Stiles turned to him, his innocent eyes looking at Derek's while he licked his lips again with out even thinking about it.
"That maybe Jackson wasn't the only wolf who found his mate." Derek said in a low voice as he looked into Stiles' eyes.
"oh." Stiles blushed as he looked at Derek. His mind unsure of where to go with this new information. "I … and was it… true I mean?"
"You tell me." Derek leaned in and kissed Stiles, his eyes flashing Azure while Stiles' went white. Time seemed to pause, holding it's breath as they deepened their kiss. Stiles felt his magic creeping into things. Felt and then started seeing flashes. A little dark haired boy running in these woods, playing in the yard. His green eyes flashing blue when he got hurt. His mother holding him after he started healing. Images of the teenager so sure he knew so much better then his dad and older sister. All the empty dates and one night stands he'd ever had. And then coming home form a collage visit to find his house burning to the ground, and being told his entire family, his world, was dead. Glimpses of a life spent trying to forget and move on. The first time he'd ever seen Stiles. The sense of something drawing them in. But knowing his heart was closed from anyone and everyone who came near. The long year of building trust between them. Then the summer of being an Alpha and learning to control himself again. Stiles lived Derek's life while they kissed.
And likewise the magic was showing Derek similar images. A bright eyed little boy who nature seemed to have poured the energy of a dozen little boys into. The day he met Scott, the only little boy who hadn't freaked out at Stiles' antics. Their mothers getting along. His mother. Then two years later, watching her be shot and killed, holding her hand as she bled out. Feeling the life drain out of her. But swearing he heard her whispering to him long after she'd died. The cold empty feeling of loneliness that Derek knew all too well. Growing up with his world narrowed down to Scott and his dad. Seeing Scott transform. Meeting Derek. Derek shuttered at reliving the Miguel incident from Stiles' point of view. The first time he looked at Derek and saw a sexual being that was fucking HOT. The pain later when Derek took his revenge. The fear and excitement that came with the fight with Peter. And then Peter's offer. And everything in him begging him to take the bite, but saying no. The final fight, that summer with out him. The bonding the boys did. And then seeing Derek come back, and all the times he wanted to ask Derek for the bite.
They came apart, their eyes still glowing. They looked at each other, time still waiting, and then it came crashing down on them, as they brutally came back together. Bodies slamming into each other as they raced to get each other's clothing off. Stiles panting as Derek's mouth latched on to a nipple. Derek moaning as Stiles' hands were inside his boxers. It felt like hours but soon the flurry of hands and limbs found the two boys sitting naked on their cloths, looking at each other's bodies. For Stiles it was a delight to see Derek's nude form, his powerful body and his thick cock hardening at the sight of him. For Derek it was the rare treat of seeing Stiles nude.
For 17 Stiles had filled out nicely. Defined pecks, with dark nipples. Tight abs, with a dusting of hair running down to his nearly smooth crotch. Derek grinned at the thought of Stiles shaving down there. But the long thick cock that hung heavy, waiting for him was what interested him the most. He breathed in the scent of Stiles' arousal and leaned in close. "God you're beautiful." Derek said before kissing Stiles and laying him back on a bed of their discarded clothing. "I'm going to make this good for you." He said, his eyes bright blue.
"I trust you." Stiles retch up and stroked Derek's face gently as long thick fingers found his entrance and began fingering him slowly. Stiles' eyes clouded over as he mumbled a spell. Slicking himself with his magic for his lover.
"Nice trick." Derek leaned in and slid two fingers home against Stiles prostate.
"FUCK ME!" He moaned out shaking as the fingers danced across his love button.
"In a minute." Derek grinned as he leaned in and licked Stile's engorged head. Swallowing the swollen organ down it's length till he had it at the hilt and in his throat.
"Oh god Derek… Derek… FUCK… DEREK!" He moaned, his body convulsing as Derek drank in his seed, his mind going blank as he lay there, fingers in his ass and his cock in his lover's mouth. Stiles mewed quietly as Derek finished him off and then lined his cock up with Stiles' relaxed hole.
"You ready?" He asked, a weak nod and a satisfied smile his only answer as he pushed into Stiles, who howled as he arched his back.
"What's up Scott?" Danny asked as Scott grinned back at the house, his head tilted to the side.
"Just listening to the Alpha claim Stiles out in the woods." He grinned.
"And you think you're not a voyeur." Danny shook his head as he went back to sweeping out one of the rooms.
"I … I don't like being seen or caught." Scott put his head down as he went back to work.
"But it gets you leaking like that from hearing other people have sex." Danny leaned in, cupping Scott's weeping hard cock.
"DANNY!" He jumped. "Jackson's just down the way." He blushed. "He'll hear." He bit his lip.
"Good." Danny leaned in and kissed Scott, while fisting his cock. He pulled back and grinned at Scott's dilated wolf eyes. "Good." He smiled. "Now, no more till you agree to work on your issues about being seen." Danny pulled away and went back to cleaning.
"WHAT?" Scott blushed, then after a long pause. "What do I have to do?"
"You agree to do something for me… and I'll do something for you." He licked his lips at Scott, who's cock swelled more.
"W-what do I have to do?"
"You ever thought about wearing a blindfold?"
~tbc~