A/N: *rises like a zombie* I LIIIIIVE!

Sorry about the wait, ran out of pre-written stuff and my muse deserted me yet again. RL hasn't been kind either, but! I finally banged this one out! Aren't ya glad?! 8D

SMUT FINALLY YEY!

Disclaimer: Derek and Stiles sadly do not belong to me. Nor does Teen Wolf. Weh.

Warnings: Not canon-complacent, angst, humor, crossdressing, fabulous drag queen OCs, pining, courting, mating, D/s, knotting, rimming, licking, cum eating, animalistic/feral/possessive behaviors, PackMom!Stiles, PackDaddy!Derek, puppy piles, affectionate poly!pack, threesomes, moresomes, pet names, Daddy kink, Twilight references, potential OOC


Friday comes and goes and with it October's full moon.

The pack meeting turns into a movie night after frolicking in the woods to tire the wolves out and gorging themselves on pizza and Stiles' super-special-awesomely-delicious chocolate-chip cookies of melty-ooey-gooey-goodness (title and patent pending).

By the end of the night, Stiles finds himself in the middle of an epic cuddle-fest, tucked neatly in between Derek and Jackson. The Alpha is spooning behind him protectively with a beefy arm around his waist while the pup curls up against his chest with his head under his chin, Isaac draped over the omega as the rest of their pack lying close by within touching distance.

The next week flies by and even though they're all excited and have been waiting for the day, Halloween sneaks up on them.

After school, Stiles rushes home in order to prepare. He showers and shaves, making sure to get everywhere smooth and sleek. He applies moisturizing lotion that smells like apples all over his body and pulls on his favorite satin red bra and panty set with the black lace and matching garters. Then he rolls up his white stockings, shivering as the brush up against his sensitive skin, and squirms his way into his Little Red costume.

The doorbell rings when he's just finished zipping up the dress and his dad calls from downstairs, voice strained, "Uh...Stiles? You have some visitors."

Oh, crap.

Stiles rushes down the stairs, nearly tripping and face planting when he spots Dom, dressed as Queen Cleopatra, gently patting his dad's bewildered face as the rest of the ladies coo at him from behind the tall caramel Egyptian goddess.

"Now I see where Stiles gets his good looks from," Anita, all dolled up as a sexy devil, smiles and wiggles her finely plucked eyebrows flirtatiously at the Sheriff.

John flushes.

"And pardon me for being too forward, but what I would like to know is why a fine gentleman like you is doing all by your lonesome," Sugar Mama adds in her fabulously shimmering flapper dress.

"Dom!" Stiles squeaks out, "What are you ladies doing here?"

"To help you get ready, duh," says Vegas show girl Crystal, chewing on her gum and blowing a bubble.

"But I don't need help!" he huffs, "Cassie and Paula showed me how not to mess up my eyeliner and everything last week!"

They ignore him. "Be a sweetie and get your make-up kit, pumpkin. Time to paint your face on!" cat-Amber claps her hands, claws clinking together daintily. "Chop chop!"

Meanwhile, his dad is attempting to sneakily creep away up the stairs but the twins latch onto him before he could escape.

"No, no, Stilinski-san must watch! It's tons of fun!" the two geishas tell him and drag him to the living room.

John shoots his son a look that's clearing screaming SOS but Stiles just shrugs, because if he has to suffer through this, so does his dad.

He goes to fetch his kit plus the rest of his things he needs in order to get ready, and by the time he returns to the living room, his dad is sitting in the middle of the couch blocked in close by Anita and Dom, face red with his hands folded in his lap.

Stiles groans, "Girls. Stop teasing my dad."

Dom chuckles as Anita pouts, "Spoilsport."

John hides his face in his hands.

"All right, enough fun and games," Dom relents, "Time to get to work."


He ends up doing all the work himself with minimal coaching from the ladies, told you Crystal.

After some finishing touch ups, he adjusts the hood over his wig and slips into his satin red ruched heels trimmed in black lace, turning to the room. He spreads his arms to the side, eyebrows raised expectantly. "Well?"

There's a pause as everyone soaks in the sight of him in full costume, taking in every detail from the top of his head to the tips of his shoes. It being the first time seeing Stiles in a dress since he was a tot, John steps up to him, eyes suspiciously wet with a nostalgic smile curving his lips, "Your mom would be so proud of you, kiddo."

"Daaad..." Stiles brings his arms down and sniffs a little, "you're gonna make me cry, okay. Stop that. It's humiliating. Also, I don't want to redo my mascara."

His dad hugs him tight which he returns just as strongly, and buss his forehead with a kiss, "Knock 'em dead."

"Well, if that isn't just the most precious thang," Sugar Mama sighs to Anita as the twins smile jubilantly. Amber hands Crystal a tissue so the tough broad can dab at her eyes to make sure her mascara isn't running.

"Just got something in my eye," she grumbles but they all knew better.

The doorbell rings just then and Stiles looks at his father, confused. "Are we expecting someone?"

Dom, being the closest, answers the door. Her eyebrows go up, and she gets the same reaction from their new guests. "Ooh la la~"

Stiles cranes his neck to try and see, "Who is it, Dom?"

His dad coughs, embarrassed, "That would be my dates."

Stiles does a double take and almost gives himself whiplash. "Date? No wait, dates? As in plural?" He notices for the first time that his dad is wearing his good slacks, the ones he only wears for special occasions, and a perfectly pressed blue button-up. Let's not forget the fancy dress shoes. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

Dom takes that moment to step aside and Stiles jaw drops. Because really?!

Dressed in similarly semi-formal clothes, Chris gives him a half smirk and Peter waves at him from the doorway. The smarmy bastards.

Chris raises a brow at Stiles' outfit as Peter lets out a low whistle, "Looking good, Stilinski." Stiles isn't sure which Stilinski he's talking to, and by the looks of it, neither does his dad.

Awkward.

"He totally did that on purpose," Stiles mutters.

"Yeah, he does that," his dad sighs, but clasps his shoulder, "We'll talk later, Stiles. Have a nice night, okay? Take pictures!"

"But Dad! Chris and Peter?! Do you know-" he cuts himself off, horrified, "You don't even know, do you. Shit!"

"Language," John say automatically. He sighs again, "Look, Stiles. They told me everything."

Stiles' eyes go wide. "Everything?" he asks weakly.

John nods. "Everything." His blue eyes soften, "We'll talk later, okay? Are we good?"

Stiles gives him a lopsided smile, and hugs his dad one last time. "Yeah, dad. We're great. Have a good time. Or try to at least."

Peter sniffs and places a hand over his heart, "You wound me, Stiles."

"I'll do a lot worse if you don't treat him right," Stiles threatens, shaking a fist at him.

Peter's laughing eyes turn serious, "You have my word."

Stiles blinks, surprised. He didn't know how good a word that is yet, but judging from that, he's tentatively approving and will take what he can get. He turns to Chris and points two fingers at his own eyes before pointing them at Chris. Like before, the hunter raises his hands in a gesture of peace, all with that damnable amused smirk on his face.

"We'll look after him, Sheriff," Amber pipes up, "Now you go have fun! I know I would."

The ladies catcall and wolf-whistle as a red-faced John goes to greet Chris and Peter.

Just before Dom shuts the door for them, Stiles could see Chris leaning in close for a kiss hello and Peter's hand sliding down and goosing his dad, making him jump. Stiles scrunches his nose because ohmygod, ew. Why.

Anita sighs forlornly, "What I wouldn't give to join in on all of that hot man action."

"Ohmygod!" Stiles flails, "No, ew, stop. That's my middle-aged father you are talking about here. I don't need the mental trauma!"

"But he ages so well! Like a fine wine," Dom muses teasingly.

"Dom!" The girls laugh at him as he pouts before helping him clean up and gathering their things, making sure to leave candy out in a large bowl with a "Please take two!" sign on the porch for trick-or-treaters.

"Show time, girls!" Dom calls when they're ready to go and the ladies holler, ushering Stiles out the door.


Derek and the pack show up to Jungle just as the night is in full swing. They walk right up to the door and the bouncer takes one good look at the them before he lets them in without a fuss.

The Alpha lets his pups loose once they're inside - giving Jackson a quick cheek nuzzle when the omega sidles up to him, and a playful little slap to the ass making the pup yelp just as Lydia tugs him away to dance – and then is immediately on the hunt for Stiles, looking to see if he could catch a glimpse of his mate before the show begins. He knows he's near, an innate sixth sense helping to guide him through the sea of bodies and noise and flashing lights when sight and sound and smell fail him due to the sheer number of people who showed up tonight.

He closing in on where he thinks Stiles might be when he runs into a stunningly gorgeous Cleopatra.

Heavily coal-rimmed eyes meet his straight on.

"You must be Derek," the sensual French accent easily slides over to Derek's ears over the music and something about that has the wolf suddenly on edge. "I am Dominique. Stiles has told me quite a lot about you."

"I could say the same," Derek replies cautiously and Dominique's smile is full of teeth.

"Come, we have things to discuss," the Queen says and leads him to a relatively quiet area that will provide a little more privacy.

"This is about Stiles," he states bluntly, not beating around the bush. It's not a question.

"Correct," the other nods, getting to the point, "When I found him, he had so much potential. Not just for fun and silly drag shows such as the one we are having tonight, but bigger and better things in the near future. I took him under my wing and shaped some of that potential and for that, Stiles is almost like a son to me. He iz special. You will do well to remember that."

Her eyes flash with something otherworldly and Derek's hackles rise. His own eyes bleed to red in response, fangs itching to break free through his gums before he unclenches his jaw and takes a deep breath.

This is one of Stiles' friends who is only showing her concern, supernatural creature or not. It wouldn't do to cause a scene and upset his mate.

Dominique watches him calm himself down with almost approving eyes, like a parent. "Take care of him, wolf."

Derek gives a curt nod, "I will."

Dominique's smile is now soft, almost motherly, "Come," she says, leading him to meet the rest of the ladies, "The show is about to start."


Stiles is backstage, mentally preparing himself for what he is about to do. He's one of last acts to go and the queen ahead of him is just finishing up her routine.

Soon he hears the DJ announce his stage name and then the howling intro of a dark, sultry remix (thanks Danny!) of 'Little Red Riding Hood' by Laura Gibson starts to play through the club speakers.

He takes a deep breath, letting go of Stiles and embracing Scarlet as she opens her eyes and smiles, thinking of Derek.

Show time.


The music begins and curtains part to reveal his beautiful mate, and Derek could feel his wolf start to salivate, crimson irises greedily drinking in the sight of Stiles – no Scarlet in all her glory.

Amber eyes hone in on his own brightly glowing orbs through the darkness, and Scarlet's face lights up the room. She smiles, just for him.

"Hey there little red riding hood," she sings to him, slowly stalking down the catwalk,

"You sure are looking good

You're everything a big bad wolf could want."


"What big eyes you have
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad
Just to see that you don't get chased
I think I oughta walk with you for a ways"

She sings and twirls and dips and bends provocatively, slinking confidently from one end of the stage to the next on those hot little heels of hers as the crowd goes crazy and howls along with the song.

Across the room near the bar she could see the florescent yellow and neon blue eyes of the pack watching her while their Alpha's intense red gaze never leave her form from his seat by where she knows the ladies are also sitting and cheering her on.

"Little red riding hood
I'd like to hold you if I could
But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't

What a big heart I have
The better to love you with
Little red riding hood
Even bad wolves can be good

There's a stripper pole in the middle of the stage and she sashays in time with the music, giving it a naughty little grind and flashes the crowd a little as her dress rides up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin and silk and lace.

What full lips you have
They're sure to lure someone bad
So until you get to Grandma's place
I think you oughta walk with me and be safe..."

The music comes to an end. She curtsies and gives her audience a saucy wink, blows a kiss before slowly spinning on her heel and sauntering off stage.

Behind her the crowd roars, her pack the loudest of them all.


She takes a step into the club from backstage and is immediately met with fans of the performance.

"That was so hot," one guy says, his fairy wings gleaming under the strobe lights.

"Yeah, I really liked the different approach you took with yours," says another dressed as a merman, "The music was an excellent choice, definitely fits the vibe you got going on, girl."

"Totally," the third says, a scantily clad cowboy.

Scarlet smiles, "Why thank you! I'm glad you boys enjoyed it."

The three proceed to compliment her costume, the merman severely impressed to know it was handmade by Sugar Mama while the cowboy asks her about her shoes, that is until they suddenly fall quiet and Scarlet senses a familiar presence behind her.

Two big hands take hold of her hips and a broad, solid body presses right up against her back, a nose moving into her hood to lightly scent the side of her face. She moans a little and bares her neck for him in response.

"Hey, Little Red," the newcomer rumbles. Scarlet shivers.

Turning around in his arms, she coyly smiles up into wild crimson eyes.

"Hey, Big Bad," she murmurs back, smiling. "I like the ears." She fingers the soft fuzzy appendages that blend in shockingly well with his raven hair. She peeks over his shoulder, "Ooh, and you even have a tail to match!"

"Erica," he grunts then nudges her to face him and hooks a finger under her chin, dragging her into a sloppy little kiss that leaves her panting.

Nipping at his bottom lip in retaliation, she gets a low growl in reply.

"Holy shit," the fairy exclaims.

"Fuck, that's hot," the cowboy groans, holding onto his hat.

Merman seems flushed. "Daaamn."

"Hm..." Big Bad purrs deep in his throat, nuzzling her close. She giggles and pets his chest. "If you all don't mind, I'm going to steal this one away for the rest of the night." Red eyes flash open and stare the three down unblinkingly.

They shake their heads frantically.

"Not at all!"

"Go right on ahead."

"She's all yours!"

"Damn right she is," Big Bad growls.

"Now, now. Play nice," Scarlet scolds, pout softening when her wolf kisses her temple in apology. She smiles at the three. "Forgive him. He gets jealous easily."

Big Bad gives them a toothy, positively wolfish grin, fangs glinting.

"Sure thing."

"Not a problem."

"Nope."

Scarlet lets herself be pulled away, calling out with a friendly wave, "Hope you boys enjoy the rest of your night!" before she disappears into the crowd with her hulking werewolf Adonis.

The three stare after them with open mouths for a moment before looking at each other.

"Well, fuck."

"Hot damn."

"That lucky bitch!"


Derek crowds him up against a wall the first chance he gets after they manage to snag one of the private rooms upstairs courtesy of Jake, who had handed Stiles the key with a knowing wink and a "Go get 'im, girlfriend!"

He'd blushed and dragged a rather handsy Derek – who at the time had been preoccupied with mouthing the side of his neck like he couldn't get enough - up the stairs as fast as his little red heels would allow, an Alpha werewolf firmly attached to his backside.

Now Derek has him right where he wants him, pinned in place with his hands clenching the lapels of his signature leather jacket and rutting helplessly against a sturdy denim clad thigh, the wolf's nose buried in his neck and breathing in great big lungfuls of mate and home.

"Derek," Stiles moans and bares his throat further, face and body growing hot with arousal when he feels Derek slide a big warm hand up his skirt, caressing the soft smooth skin of his thigh with the barest hint of claw.

"You shaved."

"Ah – hn! - the girls m-made me." He whimpers a little when Derek hitches his leg around his waist and cups his bottom in both hands, pressing him further into the wall with a slow torturous grind of his hips. Fuck, that's hot; so he has a thing for being manhandled. Don't judge.

A nose is pressed to his temple. "All over?"

Stiles smiles and bites his lip when Derek's growl deepens, "You're just going to have to find out and see, aren't you?"

"Guess I am," Derek murmurs, "Gonna be a good girl for me then?"

A shiver goes straight down his spine and Stiles lets out a soft keen, "Yes." He wants to be the best girl for his Alpha, wants to be Derek's girl.

Red eyes flare up in the dark when Derek takes a deep breath through his nose and smells just how much Stiles wants it, how much he wants to be good. "Mm, the things I want to do to you," the wolf whispers savagely beforeswooping in and devouring Stiles' mouth for his own.

"Mmh-" Stiles moans, undulating his hips, wanting more; he needs more. "Derek," he begs.

He jumps when a finger traces the edge of his panties under the curve of his ass, callous catching on lace before Derek is suddenly down, hiking his dress up to his waist and rumbles deep in his chest at the pretty picture of Stiles' cock twitching, trapped beneath red satin.

"Beautiful," the wolf growls and pushes his face into the apex of his mate's thighs, inhaling deep. "So beautiful, baby girl."

Stiles blushes, squeaking in surprise when Derek mouths and licks at him through his panties, whimpers high and needy, knees weak as the wolf rubs his scruffy cheek against his cloth covered cock. God, how he wants.

Two claws trail up his legs to hook into the sides of his hiphuggers and slowly, oh so slowly begin to drag them down, leaving faint red lines that stand out against Stiles' light smooth skin. Derek takes the time to unclip his garters and resumes relieving Stiles of his underwear before reclipping them in place - because they're sexy as fuck on Stiles' pretty twink legs - and stuffing the panties into his pocket with a naughty glint in his eye.

Stiles gulps, blushes deeply, and bites his lip.

"D-Derek," he starts but doesn't get to finish, "Ah!" His hands fly into soft black hair when he's slid up the wall, Derek burrowing further in between his thighs and maneuvering past his legs until they're resting on Derek's shoulders and he's off his feet completely, red heels resting against the Alpha's broad back.

Derek groans. "Mm..."

A startled noise leaves the boy as Derek cradles his ass in his hands and a warm wet tongue licks Stiles from root to tip in one broad stripe, making him squirm against the wall before he's arching sharply, a loud gasp leaving his open mouth when Derek suddenly swallows him whole without preamble. The man just couldn't wait any longer; he needs a taste. Now.

"Derek!" Stiles' legs kick out at the air in uselessly.

The Alpha growls around his mouthful and Stiles can't stop shaking.

"Please," he cries, hands holding Derek's head in place as he thrusts desperately into the hot tight vacuum of Derek's mouth.

Derek takes him easily and a choked little moan escapes him when the wolf swallows again. And again, and again, his dick painfully sensitive to the moist, constricting channel of Derek's throat.

Derek groans hungrily, high off the sight and smell of his mate absolutely losing it. He fondles the ass in his palms, squeezing and massaging and teasing at the rim with a finger tip until Stiles is all but sobbing for release.

At this rate Stiles' not going to last much longer, not much at all.

"Derek-" he starts to warn breathlessly but Derek just hums, and then suddenly there's a dry finger rubbing firmly at his hole and he is going, going...gone. "Derek!"

Back bowing, he cums long and loud, but Derek's waiting for him, suckling greedily until Stiles is left convulsing in spurts against the wall as he slowly comes down from his sex high.

"Mmh, you animal," he slurs as Derek pulls off of him with a wet indecent 'pop', "Fuck, I think you broke me."

Derek doesn't say anything; just licks his lips shiny, smirking that fucking sexy smirk of his and rubs his scruff all over Stiles' inner thighs like a big territorial cat, leaving red scratchy patches on his skin before looking up at his mate with lidded, simmering red eyes.

Stiles coos and pets him adoringly, "Was it good for you?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

Derek softly snorts, letting Stiles' legs slip off before gracefully rising to his feet before slinking up Stiles' body to capture his lips for a filthy little kiss. "You were such a good girl for me, Little Red," he says, nosing his mate's face affectionately, "so pretty and responsive. My perfect baby girl. I loved it."

Stiles blushes but makes a happy noise in the back of his throat and smiles coyly, "I'm glad, Big Bad. Heh. That rhymed!"

Derek rolls his eyes fondly.

Stiles laughs, "My orgasm was five out of five stars, FYI. Must definitely do again, preferably some time soon."

Derek smiles devilishly.

Stiles' hands drift down to Derek's zipper, gently ghosting over the straining erection confined in its denim prison. He looks into those glowing pools of red, blinking innocently, "Now what about you?"

"Hmm," the Alpha narrows his eyes before he carefully unhooks the red hood and lets it drop to the floor beside them. He's leans close, whispering low in his ear, "turn around for me?"

Stiles doesn't even have to think about it; he immediately obeys, bracing himself against the wall and pushing his ass out without prompting which pleases the wolf to no end.

"Good girl," Derek croons, making him moan before the man's down on his knees once more looking positively ravenous. "Spread your legs for me."

Stiles blushes but does as he's told.

Derek flips the dress up and out of the way, takes a moment to appreciate the bared ass in front of his face and couldn't help but give it a quick smack. He smirks when Stiles yelps and wriggles from the delicious little sting, and frames Stiles' bum in his hands, starts to massage the soft supple flesh in slow circles.

The boy's moaning softly and he continues to squeeze and fondle him before Stiles shudders and goes limp, letting the pleasure wash over his senses.

Stiles couldn't stop the embarrassing noise he makes when Derek pushes his cheeks apart with his thumbs and gives his hole a long teasing lick, his dick taking renewed interest in these recent events.

"D-Derek..." Leaning further into the wall, he arches his back and sticks his ass out for more of whatever Derek is willing to give him.

The wolf growls in approval, taking the hint, and eagerly buries his face into Stiles' crevice.

Stiles whines high and needy as Derek eats him out, pushing back into Derek's face as his own grows hot with renewed arousal.

Wet sloppy sounds are heard and Derek groans deeply, sucking at his hole, circling it with the tip of his tongue. He gathers as much spit as he can before plunging it straight in with a slick 'shulp'.

Stiles bites his lip and keens as he rocks his hips back and grinds his ass into Derek's face. He feels stubble brushing against his sensitive skin, shivers 'cause it feels so good, and imagines what he'll look like in the morning. Not that he's complaining. Not at all.

"Derek!" he cries out suddenly when Derek digs his teeth into the meat of one butt cheek before the wolf's honing in once more, jabbing his tongue into his hole with quick little flicks at the end, then goes back to circling and sucking at his rim again. Stiles' legs are trembling, trying to keep himself standing as Derek is slowly, deliberately trying to drive him out of his goddamn mind.

His cock is now up and raring to go once again, but Derek ignores it for now in favor of making love to his pucker with that wicked mouth of his.

When he starts to think he's going to cum again untouched just like this, Derek pulls away all together in order to stand, the meanie.

He whines in protest at this new development, "Dereeek!"

Derek spanks him, making him mewl.

"Hush," says Derek, that hot voice all dark and rumbly and doing things to Stiles that makes him squirm in place as Derek unzips his pants and pulls out his dick.

"Please," he whispers softly and Derek growls low, jacking himself a couple times to get his dick wet with precum before moving in to press up tight against Stiles' supplicating body, big warm hands spreading his cheeks apart again and dick sliding against the crack of his ass.

"Look at you," Derek murmurs, "All hot and bothered, just waiting for me to eat. You. Up." He punctuates each word with a hard thrust against Stiles' hole, making it sloppy, and relishing in the noises his boy is making.

"Yes. Please, fuck me," Stiles pleads, tilting his head when Derek nips at his ear and bares his throat for more. So vulnerable. So trusting.

"I'm not going to fuck you, Stiles," Derek says then, smirking when Stiles sputters in his arms, "Not here anyway, not tonight. I made a promise to your father to wait. At least until our courtship is over."

"Oh my god, dude, are you for real? I can't believe you; don't ruin the mood by talking about my dad," Stiles groans, then yelps when Derek's hand slides around front to pull at his fully hardened dick.

"Oh, I don't know," Derek says conversationally, "seems like you're still in the mood to me."

"Dereeek!" Stiles whines petulantly, thrusting his hips back to feel the slippery slide of Derek's cock in between his cheeks, "You bastard, stop being a tease!"

He pouts when he hears Derek laughing under his breath. "Well if you aren't going to bang me, just what are you going to do then, oh Alpha, my Alpha?"

With his wolf rumbling happily at Stiles' acknowledgment of his status, Derek presses in close and noses his cheek, gripping his hips firmly, "Just because I'm not going to mount you right this second, doesn't mean I'm not going to claim you, make you mine."

"Hngh, well when you put it that way-" Stiles cuts himself off, a distinctly whorish moan rising out of him when Derek pulls back a bit and fingers his wet hole.

He couldn't stop himself from grinding back onto Derek's hand as the man starts to fuck him with his fingers, slick with spit and precum. "A-ah, Derek-"

"Can't wait to fuck you for real," Derek confesses in a low throaty voice, "Mmm, I'd do it properly too, hold you down and make you take it like a good little bitch until you're sore and full and beg me to stop."

He goes hot all over. "Hnh, Derek please," he mewls, body wanton, "So close."

"Yeah, that's it," murmurs Derek, "Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum for your Alpha."

"Ahn-!" He does as he's told and releases all over Derek's hand, the wolf catching all of his cum in his palm and brings it up to his mouth.

Derek catches his gaze and licks his hand, eyes flashing red and Stiles whimpers pathetically, dick trying valiantly but only manages a small twitch.

"Total animal," he slurs, then keens in the back of his throat when Derek grabs his own cock still covered in Stiles' cum.

The wolf starts to jerk off, Alpha red eyes still holding Stiles captive as he beats his dick off unceremoniously until he finally tosses his head back and cums with a snarl, striping Stiles' ass and the back of his thighs in white, sticky ropes.

"Fuck, that shouldn't be so hot," Stiles breathes, licking his lips, wanting a taste.

"Mmm..."

Derek's purring again which just tickles Stiles to no end and the wolf starts to rub his cum into Stiles skin, almost willing it to stay there permanently so his mate would smell of him and them together at all times.

Stiles chooses not to comment. He's discovering just how kinky werewolves can be. Maybe it's an Alpha thing, or even just a Derek thing. Not that he's complaining. Not at all.


Sadly, they're eventually forced to find a nearby restroom, which is thankfully attached to the bedroom with a bed they didn't even get to use - Stiles pouts over this as Derek chuckles – and clean up.

Stiles is glad to see that the beard burn on his face wasn't too bad and his make up was still on point. His neck on the other hand looks like it got mauled by a wild animal, which it did. He laughs and Derek shoots him a unimpressed look like he knows what he's thinking.

When they're relatively decent, Derek grabs Stiles' hood from the floor and with a flourish, drapes it back onto his head and shoulders.

"Show off," he teases and Derek shuts him up with a kiss before they head back downstairs.

He tosses the keys back to Jake who notices the marks and hickeys and gives him a playful cat-call of "Ow-ooow!"

Laughing, he tugs Derek off to find the pups, only to discover after a quick scan of the club that the ladies had found them first.

Dom and Anita have Danny (dressed in an awesome glow-in-the-dark Tron suit) and Jackson (a dashing period vampire) in between them, the French femme fatale pinching Danny's cheeks and crooning over his dimples as Anita gushes over Jackson's cheekbones.

Sugar Mama is regaling the trio of Olympic gods with a enthralling story judging by their faces, and she even manages to pull a smile from Boyd (Zeus) as Erica (Aphrodite) and Isaac (Hermes) howl with laughter.

Lydia as Poison Ivy is talking shop with Crystal and Amber, trading tips and tricks and shopping secrets while Scott (Robin III) and Allison (Hawkeye) are with the twins, who flank a tall broad blond man dressed as a shirtless sailor, a sailor's navy blue collar trimmed in a white stripe tied around his neck and jaunty white sailor's hat sitting rakishly in his short blond spikes. His muscular arms are snaked around the twins, big broads hands resting low on their hips. That must be Caleb.

Amber spots them first, "Well, well, well~! Look what I dragged in!" she exclaims gleefully, curling his hand under her chin and swiping her paw in the air, "Meeeow~!"

The ladies holler and the pack joins in as Stiles blushes and sticks his tongue out at all of them 'cause he's mature like that before leading Derek to an open leather chair seemingly reserved for them. He sits the wolf down and plops right onto his lap and gets comfortable, an arm around Derek's shoulders. He wiggles happily when Derek curls his own possessive arm around his hips, one sneaky hand slipping under his dress to caress the bare skin of his thigh.

His panties were still tucked away in Derek's pocket and he takes unholy glee in that knowledge.

Derek rumbles contently, nosing at his neck, before allowing himself to relax in his seat.

Dom eyes them appraisingly, "You are just in time, cherie. Intermission is almost over."

"Our time has come, girlfrands," Sugar Mama announces, "Let's show 'em how it's done!"

The ladies go crazy as their music starts and they stand, clearing a path to the stage.

The pack gathers around Caleb to watch and cheer them on, and Derek hides his grin in Stiles' wig.

"I put a spell on you," he sings along into his mate's ear, "and now you're mine..."

Stiles gives him a beautiful smile and wraps himself around the wolf like an octopus, kissing him wholeheartedly.


The ladies take a bow and the crowd gives them a standing ovation.

"Give it up for Jungle's Queens as they reign supreme once more!" the DJ cheers, "And now, it's time to announce the winners of this year's Halloween Drag Show Competition."

The crowd hushes as he pulls out a sealed envelope and opens it, taking out the card stock within, "Let's see here..."

Clearly his throat, he says next, "And the winners are...In the Professional Division: the Gemini twins, Cassie and Paula!"

The crowd whoops and claps, their group the loudest as the twins squeal and glomp Caleb, peppering kisses onto his face as the marine squeezes them tight, so proud of his girls.

They leave him with one last hug and skip off to the stage to take their crowns and sashes and flowers and envelope with a check inside.

The DJ finishes clapping and reads off the next name, "In the Standard Division: Ms. Cellanius!"

Loud applause rises as the Queen of Hearts takes to stage and waves at the crowd like a proper queen would, hilariously pompous air and all, much to the crowd's amusement. She winks at them before scampering over to the twin geishas, hugging them congratulations.

"Annnnnd last, but certainly not least," the DJ pauses dramatically before calling out the final name, "The winner of the Dabbler Division: Miss Little Red Riding Hood herself, Scarlet!"

Stiles gapes, not believing it even as the ladies and the pack descend on him in excitement and the crowd screams and howls, Derek standing behind him as a wolfy pillar of support throughout it all.

They all urge him up toward the stage, the Alpha right there with him as he accepts his crown and his prizes from the former winner of last year's competition.

"Kiss!" someone shouts, and before long the whole crowd is chanting, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

Who was he to deny what they want?

Turning to Derek, the Alpha merely raises a brow at the mischief curling his mouth before fondly rolling his red eyes at him and pulling up to his chest, hand on his ass and dipping him dramatically for a long open mouthed kiss much to the crowd's delight.

Why not indulge and give them a show while they're at it?

"Woohoo, steamy! Anyways, here are your winners for this year, folks!" the DJ announces, which breaks them apart. The twins and Ms. Cellanius drag them into a group hug. "Thank you to all the lovely ladies tonight for the spectacular show, but now it's time to PART-AY!"

The crowd cheers. Time to get their groove on!


They spend the rest of the night dancing away, Jake being awesome behind the bar and plying them all with alcohol, which was hysterically ironic seeing as the man was dressed up like a police officer, though he makes sure they don't go too overboard.

The pack finally has the chance to congratulate him on the win with jubilant hugs and kisses before he's swept away onto the dance floor, shimmying and gyrating with all of his friends. He even got Boyd to slow dance with him at one point. Total win.

As the night wears on, he finds himself in the middle of a blond werewolf sandwich, Isaac hugging him from behind with his face buried in his neck and Jackson all pressed up his front and making out with him, their strong arms wrapped around him holding him steady.

He pulls back from Jackson with one last lick to his fangs and leans back on Isaac as they sway together, taking in the flush highlighting Jackson's cheeks, his wet swollen pink lips, and glowing blue eyes.

The omega presses his face to Stiles' neck opposite Isaac and Stiles pets his hair, the other hand resting on the back of Isaac's thigh under his toga.

He looks up, meets heated red eyes staring at him from across the dance floor, and hums happily.

Win.