arrgh my laptop keeled over an died with the beginning of this chapter on it! so I had to buy an new laptop charger and blah blah meanwhile as I wait for shipping (Aussie so that could take a while) reduced to starting this chap all over again. Rage quit except for the part where I didn't :D
Enjoy!
Nahi.
It was safe to say that Stiles kept his- my God werewolf sir, but I believe I want more than to just get into your pants for the rest of my existence because the feelings have brainwashed me, for the love of God what even?- situation under wraps.
He didn't make any comments of his sudden realisation of undying love for some serious alpha werewolf booty when Derek yanked him to his feet and half dragged, half carried him into the house.
He did not make any declarations of sweet, sweet Derek lovin' when the alpha somehow managed to keep his sexy time control to make it into their bedroom and to the mattress.
Stiles didn't shout to the rooftops just how much the feelings had taken over the tumour of gushy man feelings which had clearly poisoned his brain and spread all over his heart in some sort of disturbed mess of gooeyness.
In fact he didn't say anything, not when Derek undressed them both or even when after several minutes of careful Stiles- still sore ass, thank you- prepping the alpha buried himself in the heat of his body- though he did make several unintelligible and otherwise bizarre sounds of what could only be described as some sort of animal dying.
The man sex had melted his brain. And Stiles was not proud of it at all. Nope. Except for the fact that he totally was. Details, whatever.
But unfortunately the messy explosion that had been a nuclear bomb level of emotional catastrophe had driven him to be unable to speak.
Because he was not in his right mind and he was very damn sure that if he soon evolved past garbled gibberish the very first words to leave his mouth would probably have been 'I love you,' followed by 'Now would you freaking screw me already?'
He couldn't seem to get past the fact that he was in love with the dude.
In.
Love.
With.
Derek.
Hale.
How the fuck had this emotional hijacking of the feelings occurred? He'd only just been thoroughly enjoying their sexy time because he was of course, a hormonal boy with varying degrees of sexual addiction and Derek was very good at said sexy time.
If his performance now was anything to go by. Stiles continued to make sounds that were not of this world when the alpha arched his back, fingers sliding across his sweaty skin in a shocking display of attentiveness that may or may not have been considered as foreplay.
Because they were still totally working on the foreplay thing. Patience was definitely not one of their shared virtues. Although Stiles didn't really have as much problem with this when Derek was steadying his hips by gripping his waist, going to town on his teenage body which could not withstand Derek's pace for much longer.
The alpha's hands slid up his chest until he was wrapping his arms around him burying his face into his favourite Stiles' irresistible body spot; his neck.
And then he proceeded to swipe his tongue across it, licking across his heated skin and tasting the sweat off his body like Stiles was some kind of freaking aroma that he was considering bottling.
Stiles hoped not. The alpha sucked bruises all over him, ignoring the pathetically needy sounds that escaped his mouth when Derek did so. He was too busy focusing his mind on repressing all of his various love declarations to really focuse on how damn good the alpha was at sexing him into mental oblivion.
It was no easy task and Derek's tongue wasn't making it any easier. The alpha swooped in for the proverbial kill –of a sexy nature- teeth clamping down over Stiles again nowhere near as rough as he had been before.
And to his everlasting horror Stiles was immediately pushed over the edge by the sensation, his inclination towards pain and bestial nature clearly revealing itself in times of erection inducing moments. His orgasm slammed into him wrenching a desperate groan from his mouth loving the feeling of his body clamping down over Derek, tightening around his werewolf cock as if it was sending a bodily message on how it very much liked the alpha being inside him.
And then in his post coital haze Stiles forgot he was meant to be keeping silent because talking meant he would say the three little words and the universe would implode and he did not want that kind of responsibility sitting on his shoulders when the apocalypse came around. But his sexed up brain didn't consider this when he opened his mouth.
"I l-"
He only just managed to abort mission; coming to his senses in time to seal his mouth shut against the first freely available mouth sealing apparatus. Derek had his hands pressed up against the pillows, trapped and not capable of covering his overactive mouth.
So he did the only thing he could. Stiles sank his teeth against the very muscled shoulder that was offered invitingly in front of his mouth because Derek was currently pressed against his throat and was not moving any time soon and speaking was not an option.
Only what he didn't expect was Derek's reaction. The alpha howled, tensing all over like he'd actually just progressed into his mechanical stage, jerking out of the warmth of Stiles' very very, sated body and nearly jumping countries, he moved so damn quickly away from him.
"You bit me!" Derek barked eyes wide and- dare he even think him capable of said emotion- surprised and looking at him like he'd developed rabies or grown two heads.
Stiles scrambled up into a more dignified position, ignoring the quickly cooling semen covering his chest and struggling to keep his heart rate normal after that unbelievably freaking shocking display of alpha weirdness.
"Uh- I couldn't help it," he said quickly. "It was instinct."
Derek raised an eyebrow, expression utterly –my non-werewolf boyfriend just bit me- level of stunned outrage.
Naturally Stiles used his meltdown distracted state to his advantage, eyes drifting to Derek's very unsatisfied business barely getting the chance to observe the very distinct swelling as the alpha turned away without a word disappearing into the bathroom and locking it shut. But he was not going to have that.
"Hey!" Stiles called already responding to Derek's werewolf cock problem because he was a sick, sick man who wanted that thing in his ass pronto and having a door preventing that from happening was not good.
"Where are you going with that?" He demanded banging his fist against the door feeling angered he was missing out on some of the very interesting benefits of werewolf sex. The benefits being an unusual- growing in size whenever the hell it clearly felt like it- werewolf penis.
"You sure as hell better not be playing with yourself in there," he said. "Because everybody knows your werewolf husband is supposed to take care of that shit."
Stiles distinctly heard the sound of Derek's frustrated growl through the door and nearly decapitated himself out of irritation at the alpha's ridiculous- I'm having a serious people will probably die freakout here- behaviour.
"You're such an asshole!" he snapped. "Why do I even…"
Love you. He slammed his fist over his mouth, grunting in annoyance because the feelings kept leaking out of him and that shit was meant to stay hidden under a boulder or like a freaking mountain until Derek realised he was not a robot without a heart.
"Jesus," he muttered against his fist knowing he needed to get the freaking hell away from the -locked in the bathroom- alpha because he was too busy taking care of his knot and not sticking it in Stiles' ass which was clearly where it should be if it had finally made a second appearance after so long. Maybe he needed to bite Derek again to ensure it would happen a third time?
God he had so many problems right now.
He sighed and then figured fuck it he'd leave Derek to his many, many psychological issues and clean himself up instead. So he walked out of the room, naked and covered in the evidence of their sexy time and went to find one of the other bathrooms that wasn't hiding a werewolf beating himself off because he preferred to withhold from the guy that was in love with him.
Jesus how had this happened? He hadn't even really liked Derek to begin with. In fact as of now he was seriously contemplating the operation of brain synapses that had led to his choice of being seriously lovestruck by an emotionally constipated alpha with a phobia of being bitten by harmless humans.
Could anyone say hypocrite?
And now he was having a problem with love vomit because he was being tested by the need to regurgitate said feelings of adoration and love in the alpha's presence since coming to this- dear God am I actually in love with this nutjob?- conclusion.
And there was only one solution to this problem- have his mouth sewn shut and immediately leave the country forever and ever to avoid declarations of love which would no doubt destroy any progression of emotional expression from the messed up alpha. If Stiles even mentioned the word love he knew he'd never get Derek out of the woods ever again, not even with a freaking dog whistle. Stupid werewolf powers.
Dear God would Derek be able to sense his new found love with his wolfy senses? Could he actually sniff out that Stiles was totally gaga for werewolf cactus man?
Oh fuckery. This was not good. This was bad, bad, very bad.
He quickly located the nearest bathroom and jumped into the shower feeling little Stiles stir at the thought that Derek was taking care of himself upstairs because he was in love with the jerk and when he so much as blinked Stiles' pants automatically tightened.
Jesus and don't even start him on what happened when Derek started using his eyebrows.
He bit his lip and tried to resist the urge to take care of his own business because apparently sex marathoning had awarded him with a faster recovery period which damn how hot was that? And now he felt like he had grown under Derek's thorough tutelage. But back to the bigger issue here. How the fuck was he meant to hide his undying love from an ultra sensory robot man like Derek? The answer was not because it was freaking impossible. Holy Shit. He was so freaking screwed.
Derek was going to self destruct when he figured it out, Stiles was certain. The feelings of others were not part of his system make up, especially when they were directed towards him. And Stiles was going to have to up his game if he didn't want scraps of robot metal scattered across their living room floor.
When he was satisfied that nobody would notice- nobody human at least- his recent sexy time activities he turned off the nozzle and retrieved some of his clothes from upstairs which his dad had had the decency to drop off when he'd figured out Stiles' duffel bag full of socks problem like the Sheriff he truly was- or technically wasn't.
It was nice to put on his own clothes but he'd started kind of liking wearing Derek's clothes a little too much and he sort of missed it. And that was only scratching the surface of how sappy Derek was making him. Maybe the alpha's werewolf cock possessed magical powers that induced hyperactive horny teenagers into a state of obsessed and no doubt embarrassing levels of adoration and feelings.
Because he wanted to be with Derek like all the freaking time. He didn't want Derek running about in the woods unless he was with him too. God he even wanted to be knotted by the jerk-not-really-jerk-because-feelings. And he wanted to know everything about him. He wanted Derek to tell him about his sister, wanted to sit on the couch for cuddly werewolf time while the alpha spoke about his family before the fire. He even wanted to know what happened with Kate.
He wanted to know everything he could about Derek, his life, his past and where he'd been and clearly he'd not been above invading his privacy and looking at his police file to do so. God he'd stood up to a bunch of freaking hunters because he didn't want Derek blamed for being who he was even if that didn't include a murdering, psycho, rapist werewolf. He hated that people in town had turned on him.
And he hated that the alpha was so alone all the time, and no creepy ghost butlers did not count as company.
God he was willing to do anything to help Derek, even if it was against the alpha's wishes. Even if it was for his own good. Stiles would do it. Because he loved him.
Conclusion: Stiles was almost as whipped as Scott and was now just as brainless.
Sweet baby Jesus maybe he was the nutjob here. But that didn't stop the plan that was beginning to formulate in his brain. Stiles cooked a meaty dinner in the hopes it would lure Derek out of the bathroom, because although it may not have been a closet- pun intended- he still needed to get the fuck outta there if he was ever going to realise that he was completely besotted with his human better- was there every any doubt?- half.
His get manwolf out of closet/bathroom plan was ultimately a success but that didn't mean Derek wasn't a total mess of emotional roller coaster.
"I swear I don't have rabies," he promised when he pushed a plate towards the alpha who still looked uneasy, maturely ignoring the snort of derision that followed.
He didn't expect Derek to be capable of words after such an earth shattering realisation that he may or not have been a biter in bed during werewolf intercourse. Although he didn't really understand why it was such a big deal for the cactus werewolf. It's not like one bite from Stiles would turn Derek into a puny human. Jeez.
"I can't believe you bit me," the alpha said, surprising him by actually speaking. He'd figured they'd be sitting in silence for the rest of the night but Derek was shaking his head as if he still couldn't get over Stiles inability to keep his teeth to himself. Seriously this was getting his werewolf panties into a twist? What kind of hypocritcal views did he have on Stiles' ass hitting?
"You bite me all the time," he shot back. "And I could get seriously werewolf hairy if you bit too hard. Talk about double standards, buddy."
Derek frowned. "I'd never give you the bite if you didn't want it."
Stiles tried not to keel over at the alpha admitting he'd thought about biting him because he did not want all of that excess hair and Jesus what would that do to his eyebrows? No thank you. But still the fact that Derek was thinking about these things had to mean he wanted to keep Stiles for the long run right?- though mates sort of meant he didn't have a choice- or be alone forever. That was another option. Another sucky option.
"Holy God, no, no I'd prefer to keep my level of hairiness as it is thanks," he said resisting the urge to check if his eyebrows had suddenly grown at the thought. Derek stared at him but it felt more like he was staring into him and Stiles had to resist the urge to blurt out that he loved his werewolf ass and the laser beams he liked to call his eyes. Hell even his eyebrows. He just wanted to tell him that he loved everything about him.
Again. Damn this was becoming a problem.
He cleared his throat and turned away to retrieve his own plate of food. "So uh, did you see anything interesting in the woods during your little werewolf adventure?"
Derek chewed thoughtfully as he ate, not taking his eyes away from Stiles- not even to freaking blink. And hello that was not standard eye gazing procedure. Stiles had to cram food into his mouth to resist shouting out declarations of love again.
The alpha swallowed, eyeing him with suspicion. "Are you changing the subject?"
Stiles tried not to choke on his food and pulled a strained expression as he chewed the death trap that was suddenly in his mouth. He cleared his throat scratching at the back of his head.
"Are you?"
Sure, he could have probably come up with something better but his only other option seemed to be 'I love you, you stupid cactus man now would you just knot me already?'. Derek scowled and pinched some of Stiles food off of his plate in retaliation, smirking at his exclamation of outrage because food kept up his strength and he needed his strength for more sexytime as he was werewolf stamina challenged.
"You bit me," Derek repeated. "Why did you bite me?"
Stiles thought frantically for a second, eyes unconsciously checking for escape hatches, trapdoors or windows he could dive through. Three options were available if things reached love vomit proportions and considering how the day was going, it was definitely on the agenda.
"How the hell should I know?" he said. "Why do you bite me?"
Derek continued eating but his eyes were still narrowed in suspicion and Stiles was very much not enjoying these twenty werewolf questions. "Because you like it," he said lips curving at Stiles flustered response and the werewolf obvious tightening of his pants. "And I like to mark you."
He tried not to think about how hot that was or how much he wanted Derek in his pants like pronto because he had wisely not jerked himself off in the shower to avoid werewolf sensing capabilities. And that had clearly been a very big mistake. Damn he was seriously horny right now and the feelings were attempting to make a breach from their cells, imprisoned in the tumour of emotion over his heart. Time to bring in the warden: denial and lying. Lots of lying.
"Maybe I was doing that too ever think of that?"
Derek smiled. Like actually smiled and the cells holding the feelings were literally blown away because he was smiling with his teeth, eyes crinkling as he looked at him. Well there went Stiles pants. He choked out a strangled. "Oh shit," because the alpha was not playing fair dammit.
Before promptly smothering his airways with more food.
"You're human," Derek said oblivious to Stiles internal meltdown. "Marking isn't generally instinct like it is for us."
Stiles managed a non committal shrug because feelings were running around freely and he was going to say something that he really shouldn't be thinking of saying, or feeling dammit. But goddamn he freaking wanted to, he really did. What the hell was wrong with him?
Instead he went with. "You mean like knotting is?"
He didn't like that the question removed the smile instantly from the alpha's face but Derek had already backed him into a wall metaphorically and he'd had no choice but to change it to a topic that would get cactus man's blood boiling. And maybe he wanted to know why the hell Derek was withholding all of his werewolf glory.
"That's different," he growled, tone indicating a warning for Stiles to drop it which he didn't, duh.
"Different like you'll only do it once and never do it again even when you have a knot problem in front of a very willing to take knot partner?"
Derek froze. "That's- it's intimate."
Stiles was starting to get angry now, because Derek was oblivious to the fact that he was seriously in love with him and keeping that kind of shit a secret was no picnic with a bunch of werewolves. And because apparently Stiles- who was in fact werewolf married to Derek- didn't make the cut for 'intimate' sexy time.
"More intimate than having a freaking stranger's werewolf cock in your virgin ass for like three freaking days?" he demanded nearly throwing his fork across the room by accident.
Derek's expression went strangely blank and Stiles was curious if he'd just gone into shutdown mode or if the emotions inside him had finally died from lack of use.
"You think I'm a stranger?" Derek asked softly the expression on his face making Stiles want to slam his head against the- yes we had sexy time against this surface- counter.
"I don't know what to think," he admitted. "You won't tell me a damn thing about you and when I try to find out for myself you freak the hell out and disappear into the woods for several freaking days."
Derek didn't look angry but his expression was unreadable as he stood up and moved around the counter pulling Stiles into his arms. And hugging him.
Again. Oh motherfucker was he trying to break Stiles' resolve to hide his lovey dovey feelings?
The air left his chest in a whoosh of groaning breath as he clutched every inch of the alpha closer to him, immensely pleased when Derek didn't trap his hands this time and let him do it. But then he just wanted to declare his hardcore lurve and throw flowers in the air and make rainbows 'n' shit because Derek was hugging him again- of his own volition.
"I'm not…" Derek began haltingly sounding almost like the words were being strangled out of him. "Very good… at this."
No shit Sherlock. Stiles had to resist the urge to laugh at the situation. Because Derek was kind of sort of admitting he sucked and that was as close as apology for said suckage that he would ever get. He'd better savour as much of it as he could. But that didn't really matter because it felt like his heart was growing several sizes- and hello that was totally a heart condition right there- and he had his mouth pressed so tightly together to keep silent that it physically hurt.
But he would not open his mouth. Nope. Nup. Don't think so, sorry try again later. He would not admit any such feelings warring inside his body attempting to break free.
He felt Derek's lips against his throat again and for some reason lips to neck contact was like practically begging him to open his mouth and tell the alpha just how much on a scale of 'It's nice,' to 'Holy hell I cannot possibly live without this sensation or I will die,' level of awesome.
But he could do this right? He could keep this itty bitty slice of Derek destroying information to himself until the alpha figured out that Stiles was the best thing to ever happen to him. Ever. Which a) was pretty freaking obvious, thank you very much and b) how had this stupid alpha not figured out that having a Stilinski on your side was equivalent to possessing your very own personal Yoda?
"But you make me want to be," Derek whispered against his skin.
Uh oh. That was it. Self destruct sequence engaged. Stiles was going to do it, he was going to say it. Goddamn he should have realised he could never really keep this kind of thing quiet for very long. Not if Derek turned around and said things which could cause heart failure. Oh God he was already freaking out. What was breathing? How the hell did that shit make any sense? Sucking in oxygen was so not on his to do list right now.
But trying to stop his grossly enlarged heart from bursting out of his chest and slapping into Derek's face was kind of important because he had a feeling it might just ruin the mood. And possibly cause his own death.
"Stiles," Derek said sounding strained. "You stopped breathing."
The alpha pushed him back to get a better look at his face, eyebrows angled in confusion at what he saw. Was Stiles already turning blue? Maybe he might be able to turn into a smurf eventually because that would be pretty damn cool.
But Derek didn't seem to find the idea as amusing as Stiles did. In fact he looked a little bit uneasy. Stiles figured it was probably because he may or may not have been dying.
"Your heart's racing," he muttered fingers sliding across his jaw to cup his face. "Look at me."
So Stiles did. He looked into Derek's eyes and his laser beams seemed to be enough of a jump start to kick his brain back into gear and he opened his mouth gasping and sucking air into his lungs. Because Derek's laser eyes seemed to possess magical brain rebooting qualities that stopped people from asphyxiating in order to keep silent. Jesus how did normal people do that all the freaking time? Keeping silent was like an occupational hazard waiting to happen.
The alpha's eyes were unusually expressive as he watched every thought flicker across Stiles' face which sucked because he was not used to being facially screened by cactus werewolves. Derek didn't speak as he gently pulled Stiles towards the couch in the living room, holding him close and dragging him against him as he sat down.
His fingers were soothing, gentle and Stiles sort of sat there opening and closing his mouth like a fish as he continued to resist the urge to speak about his undying love for Derek.
The alpha nipped playfully against his neck. "Clearly you're not very good at this either."
That wonderful compliment seemed to rouse him out of his- I can't talk so I guess I'll stop breathing- reverie plus the fact that Derek seemed to be laughing silently at him if by the way his chest kept jerking against his back was any indication. Who laughed when their one true love, forever and ever, hallelujah amen started dying? This was not standard procedure here. Not even for werewolves. Though Stiles had always knew Derek was kind of an oddball as werewolves went because he knew Scott.
And Scott was not this fucked up. Although to be fair Scott still possessed most of his family members. But still, offence taken dude.
"Are you kidding me?" he cried. "I am like the best at this. I've lost count of how many times I've saved your ass lately. Without me around you'd be ripped into little werewolf pieces."
Derek snorted. "Are you suggesting I can't survive without you?"
Stiles hated to admit how much he liked the sound of that. Clearly Derek was subconsciously admitting how much he liked Stiles' ass which he would not be able to survive without. Subconscious or not it was still progress.
"Hey, you said it first. I can't help it if it happens to be true."
Derek laughed outright this time and Stiles did his best not to melt into a puddle of goo at the sound because the alpha's laugh was just damn infectious. And also seemed to give him the urge to remove his pants quicker than he could blink which clearly meant there was subtext behind Derek's laugh.
Or some kind of werewolf subliminal- Stiles remove your clothing so I can do you right on the couch- messages. Which of course he was pretty okay with if he could duct tape his mouth first to prevent seriously cheesy love declarations. Maybe he should make a habit of carrying said duct tape around in his pocket for when he needed to seal his mouth shut in Derek's presence. He seemed to eventually stop laughing but by then Stiles was pretty flushed and little Stiles may have been very invested in where this Derek laugh was going.
"Says the kid with a dog whistle," Derek teased and he was relieved that the alpha wasn't beyond teasing him about that little situation because that meant he'd been forgiven.
Stiles did his best to seem unrepentant about the whole thing because he didn't want it to appear like he was desperate for Derek's approval- which he pretty much was- or the fact that he'd felt guilty about it to begin with- which he had. Smoke and mirrors, indeed.
"Well you were gone and I'm warm for your form," he said. "Drastic measures had to be taken."
Stiles heard rather than saw Derek huff out a breath of surprise because although they had enjoyed said sex-apocalypse Stiles hadn't really admitted that he was attracted to him. Not that it should have been a surprise for the alpha who could pretty much smell arousal whenever little Stiles raised his head- oh God pun seriously intended there- and he was basically dripping in teen hormones and et cetera.
Derek was probably just not used to people admitting they were warm for his form as opposed to sharpening their pitchforks or getting out their lighter fluid.
"Did you just…"
"You heard me," Stiles said feeling a little smug and maybe a little bit shameless because if Derek asked him, he was very willing to go into graphic detail about every single inch of Derek's form that he was warm for. "And what did I say about calling me kid?"
Derek growled softly but it seemed sort of teasing when he was kind of cuddling the hell out of Stile's back at the same time- mixed messages much?
"I've learnt my lesson," he admitted and Stiles laughed because the alpha sure as hell had not expected to pick up a werewolf husband that day- hell nobody had expected anything like that to happen. Stiles was definitely at the top of that freaking list.
"You were not expecting anything like me were you?" he asked wondering what Derek had originally thought his mate would be. It had certainly not been Stiles Stilinski that was for sure and if Stiles had picked who'd he'd be together with for the rest of his life he would never have pictured prickly werewolf cactus, Derek Hale.
The universe seemed to always give people what they didn't think they wanted. Or needed.
Derek hesitated and suddenly Stiles was yanked back into the memory of that day and the expression on Derek's face when it had happened. Surprise and anger, mostly anger.
"Why are you doing this?"
Derek's indifference vanished for a moment and his face hardened into an expression of pure rage.
"I'm not doing anything," he snarled. "You. Would. Not. Submit."
And suddenly Stiles realized why he'd been so pissed. "You were never going to try to look for a mate were you? You wanted to be alone for the rest of your life. That's why you were so angry."
Derek didn't say anything but his grip tightened on him briefly and Stiles knew- like he knew hunters and werewolves would never ever sit down for a tea party and have a nice chat about hunting each other- that it was true. The alpha had been planning on staying alone for the rest of his days, as like a punishment for Kate, or for maybe his family.
Maybe that was why he'd returned to Beacon Hills to sit alone in solitude for the rest of his life. And Jesus, Mary and Joseph if that wasn't the saddest thing Stiles had ever heard because why the hell did Derek hate himself so damn much?
"But why?" he asked unable to help himself. "Why would you do it? Why punish yourself like that?"
Derek didn't push him into a wall- or better yet through it- or throw him over his shoulder or push him into the carpet. In fact he didn't really do anything but move Stiles out of his lap depositing him gently onto the couch as he climbed warily to his feet, the weight of a thousand universes on his shoulders.
Stiles attempted to get up after him but the alpha pushed him back down with ease, covering his mouth with his own in a brief but deep kiss.
"Because," he said pulling away and licking at his lips like he was tasting Stiles- and damn was that hot- making his pants tighten more than necessary at the thought.
"I deserve it."
And he walked away leaving Stiles to wonder what type of person he'd handed over his heart to.
Stiles woke up because his face was suddenly smacking painfully against the carpet. He swore incomprehensibly dragging his now throbbing face off of the floor and blearily wondering why he was sleeping on said freaking uncomfortable- may as well have been a bed of nails- floor.
Until he realised he hadn't been not until Derek had kicked him out of the bed. The fucker. Grumbling to himself he pulled himself wearily to his feet rubbing his eyes and checking the time on the bedside table.
Goddamn it was freaking four in the morning. He was going to kick Derek's ass, screw the feelings. He'd been sleeping until the bastard had decided there were too many in the bed and the werewolf freaking said roll over and kicked him out. The jerk. Grumbling to himself he moved towards Derek for some serious eyebrow pulling revenge until he realised that something seriously strange appeared to be happening to his werewolf husband.
He was grinding his teeth in his sleep but that wasn't what was so disturbing because apparently human teeth grinding during sleep was different to werewolf grinding. Because Derek seemed to be gnashing his transformed teeth together, ripping through the skin of his lip and tearing at his own mouth, claws extending as he growled against the mattress.
He was healing too quickly for the pain to wake him up but that didn't stop the sight from freaking the hell out of Stiles. He climbed back into the bed moving quickly to shake Derek awake even if resulted with the alpha deciding to make him his breakfast.
Only he didn't get a chance because apparently alpha's could sense people creeping into their beds and Derek reached out and seized him, claws immediately retracting as he pulled Stiles into the warmth of his embrace. And then shockingly Derek stopped trying to chew his own mouth to pieces. The alpha probably had no idea he even did that when he was sleeping except for the random spots of leftover blood the next day and for a werewolf, blood was not an uncommon thing to wake up covered in.
Stiles freed a hand and slowly reached up to brush gently against the alpha's now perfectly normal face, heart thumping dully in his chest.
He didn't reach his destination because Derek awoke with a violent, defensive snarl seizing his wrist and he made an –oh my God I'm totally shitting myself right now- sound just as Derek swore realising who he was about to seriously start chomping on. He tried to yank his hand back in case the alpha was going to bite it off but Derek wouldn't let him.
It was freaking terrifying that he could shift so quickly from reasonably sane to- I will tear you limb from limb- level of cuckoo crazy. And Jesus weren't werewolves meant to be all furry and cuddly and adorable when they slept in their den or whatever?
"Didn't anyone tell you not to touch a sleeping alpha?" he growled releasing Stiles hand but not pushing him away which meant he probably wasn't going to get eaten or die so he permitted himself to start breathing again.
No promises. Jesus he was not going to be able look at sleeping werewolves the same ever again. There was no way in hell he would ever attempt waking Derek or Scott up ever, not even if he were dying or they were about to sleep walk off a cliff.
Nope he would not be doing that again.
"Didn't anybody tell you not to kick your cuddle buddy out of the bed?" he retorted still struggling to get away because Derek could not be trusted not to start chewing on him in his sleep.
The alpha made a peculiar whiny sound of frustration yanking Stiles back against his solid chest and trapping him there. "Maybe if you didn't move so much I wouldn't have to resort to such measures," Derek said licking a strip up his exposed neck as punishment.
Stiles let out a sound between a groan and a shout of triumph. "Ah ha! So you admit you kicked me out?"
"Stiles," Derek muttered managing to sound both frustrated and –did he detect some amusement at his sudden face to carpet pain?- yep, definitely amusement. "Go to sleep."
"Fine," he huffed. "But if you kick me out of bed or try to eat me again you're on the couch."
Derek kissed his neck and he figured that was as good as an acknowledgment of agreeing to his couch terms so he settled back in to sleep. He contemplated telling Derek he may or may not be a cannibal attempting to eat away his own flesh in his sleep but then decided against it. The alpha might get embarrassed or even worse angry and leave to run around in the woods indefinitely this time. And he did not want that.
Plus it wasn't so bad. Derek had stopped eventually… when he'd pulled Stiles back into his arms.
Oh.
Oh.
Did that mean what he thought it meant? Was he the reason Derek wasn't trying to eat himself anymore? God he must have been doing that for years. It had to be a stress thing like normal human teeth grinding except it was the violent werewolf- I eat anything that can fit in my jaws- response.
So did he calm Derek down then? Was this some unconscious declaration of what he really meant to the alpha? Had he just gotten past some of the prickles? It was true Derek was a lot more vulnerable when he slept. God this was too much for him to comprehend so early in the morning so he gave the freaking hell up attempting to analyse Derek's clearly warped mind and he fell asleep.
And when he opened his eyes again it was because his hand had accidentally straightened out in his slow rise into consciousness and had smacked against something warm and definitely skin like. He opened his eyes with a grunt to see what he'd- morning stretch- attacked and was surprised to see Derek growling over him, red mark across the side of his cheek which was already smarting.
Oops.
"See now we're even," he said simply trying not to laugh at Derek's outraged expression.
The alpha's response was to stick his tongue down Stiles' throat so he figured they were at a truce. At least until somebody got pushed out of the bed or started trying to chew off their face again. He was grabbier than usual using the opportunity to touch as much of Derek as he could whilst the moment made it less weird or revealing of the fact that he was Derek obsessed and maybe a little bit greedy about it too.
Derek didn't seem to mind that much responding almost as eagerly as he did, fingers sliding across his naked chest and tweaking his nipples playfully. Stiles groaned and lifted his hips expecting the press of the alpha's body but only finding air.
"Time for school, kid," he said moving in to peck him on the mouth again.
Stiles bit his lip in revenge because his balls had totally dropped and he had had a lot of man sex lately so he was not a freaking kid anymore. Derek growled softly but seemed to get the message.
After they'd gotten dressed and had eaten the alpha insisted on driving Stiles to school. He figured it was probably so they could make out in the alpha's Camaro some more and because he was seriously becoming good at this cactus man mind meld he wasn't surprised when Derek pulled him forward for a considerably sinful kiss when he stopped in the parking lot.
Although they were hidden away in the darkness of the alpha's car so people were hardly likely to scream werewolf porn. At least Stiles hoped so. The entire school might know he was getting freaky with alpha Derek Hale but that didn't mean that he wanted them to see it. He still possessed some dignity after all although it was freaking puddle deep level of dignity but whatever. He could deal with that, it was better than nothing.
Kind of. He eventually pulled away before he started shouting out how much he loved Derek Hale to the school parking lot and the alpha managed to look unsatisfied as if he wanted to christen his car with sexy time as much as Stiles wanted to. He hesitated briefly because he really freaking enjoyed the idea of sexing out Derek's car but there was school, and judgemental people milling about who didn't like their eyes being assaulted by heavy werewolf pornography and lots of laws against exhibitionism and indecent exposure and Stiles didn't really want to get freaky with Derek in a cell.
Although the alpha could probably break them out with his badass manwolf powers and they could live out the rest of their days like fugitives.
Oh God, did being in love mean more of these idiotic fantasies would be plaguing his mind all day? He sighed when a shadow fell across his window. He squinted up through the glass spotting Erica, Boyd and Isaac leaning over the car. He moved to get out but Derek growled seizing his wrist and stopping him.
"Hey, calm down dude," he said. "They're Team Derek."
He ignored the weird twinge of jealousy when Erica grinned at him as if she knew smiling would make him uncomfortable when it was an I'm going to steal your werewolf husband smile before rapping her knuckles against the glass in greeting because although he was currently living in Derek's pants these days that didn't mean some blonde, beautiful bombshell couldn't replace him.
"They want to come with me," Derek growled seeming to hear them speak to him through the glass even if Stiles couldn't. He tried not to fold his arms or make a show of climbing Derek like a tree and yelling 'mine!' at Erica because these were not normal reactions.
And the feelings seemed not only to be trying to explode out from his body at every little intimate opportunity alone with Derek but apparently that also meant he was sea monster, Loch Ness level of green eyed jealousy when it came to people wanting Derek.
"I'm sure Erica does," he muttered surprised when Erica winked at him and the alpha growled.
"Back off," Derek snarled and Stiles would have been using his lacrosse stick for more than just practise if he hadn't seen the alpha looking directly at Erica, eyes red, in an alpha warning. He yanked Stiles into his lap without mentioning he wanted to climb him like a tree also, ignoring Stiles outraged sound as the alpha sealed his mouth over his neck, sucking over the many different layers of sexy time bruises before biting down.
He couldn't help but moan, flushing when he heard Derek's werewolf posse chuckle outside and Erica make an angry sound.
"Don't let her touch you," Derek commanded nipping around the area gently and ignoring the very hard truth of the matter- which happened to be Stiles' erection- pressing against him.
Stiles flushed and managed to free himself from the alpha nearly face planting out of the driver's door as Boyd and Isaac started climbing in the other side. Derek followed after him leaving the car running and pulled him steady.
"What do you mean?" he demanded. "The only way she'd be touching me is so she can kill me to get into your pants."
Derek managed to look shocked.
"Oh honey, you don't really think I want to kill you?" Erica asked and her voice had a seductively playful edge to it.
Stiles blinked as Derek snapped, "Shut up."
Before pulling Stiles against his chest in both a protective and possessive display of manly alphaness as if to keep him away. Away from Erica.
Who was actually in fact looking at him and not Derek.
Wait a minute here. What?
Boyd stuck his head out of the car. "Are you kidding me? You actually didn't know she liked you?"
Stiles' mouth fell open as Derek's grip tightened on him, yet another growl rumbling through his chest as if he expected Stiles to dance straight into the blonde's arms and leave him in the dust as if they hadn't been screwing like rabbits for several days now. And that Stiles hadn't come to the conclusion that he was seriously in love with the jerkface cactus man. But seriously.
Erica liked him? This had to be some sort of opposite day, parallel universe situation because that could be the only logical solution. He pushed Derek's arms off him ignoring the sound of protest as he turned to face him.
"But why the hell were you smiling at her a few days ago when she was all over you?" he demanded wondering if he'd been considering murdering somebody for no reason at all.
Derek look surprised as if he hadn't expected Stiles to have remembered something like that which was stupid because the only way he'd forget anything Derek related would be if the wolfman in question was sticking his tongue down his throat or seriously destroying his brain cells with mind blowing sexy time.
"She was threatening to break my legs if I hurt you," he said still needing to keep a claiming hand on his hip as Stiles spoke to him.
Huh. Well call him a stripper and give him a dancing pole that was not what he'd been expecting to hear. Although of course, no wonder Derek had been smiling- threats of violence always seemed to bring a smile out of him which was one of those backwards- not normal things- he enjoyed.
"Uh right," he said turning back to Erica who still hadn't climbed into the car yet. "So I mean I'm flattered and everything…"
"Yeah yeah," she said waving a hand. "But you smell like you've taken an alpha sex shower, I got it. But if you're ever single…"
Derek made a pretty freaking terrifying sound and Stiles nearly accidentally jumped into his arms because it was totally hot that Derek had thought Erica was competition when he'd been thinking the exact same thing. Figures. They really needed to work out how to communicate better. Erica shrugged at the sound but it was more of a- yeah, yeah whatever I'll back off your human husband for now- sort of shrug before she disappeared into the Camaro as well.
"Uh so where are you taking them all?" he asked glancing at them all chattering away loudly in Derek's car, totally ignoring them as if it was seriously normal to sit in an alpha's car and expect him to take them out for ice cream or something.
God and then he couldn't seem to get that image out of his head because a) that would be so freaking adorable like a death by adorableness level of cuteness and b) there was no way he would miss any opportunity to see the total softy side of Derek that he knew existed underneath all of those cactus spikes and he very rarely had a small glimpse of.
"They want to help find the rogue, in case it hurts anyone else before the wolfsbane kills it," Derek explained already taking Stiles backpack from Isaac's grip in helpful offering out of the side window.
Stiles tried to get over the weirdness that Derek had suddenly become some freaky kind of werewolf soccer mom. Because that was kind of freaking hilarious and really damn bizarre especially for Derek Hale. He'd told the alpha about the hunters shooting the rogue last night after he'd gotten control of his need to burst into cheesy love songs and make long and downright embarrassing declarations of the feelings.
It had definitely been a close call.
He nodded at Derek wondering if he should offer some kind of werewolf hunting service skills here or just go to school where his mind would be on the alpha all day anyway. But Derek just closed the space between them kissing Stiles full on the mouth and pressing his backpack into his hands. "Don't do anything stupid," he warned and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Same to you," he said hearing the warning bell and smirking at the collective wincing of the werewolves in response to the high pitched and grating sound.
He walked into the school thankful that he was walking only slightly unnaturally today, not as badly as Monday so it would be much less embarrassing to be caught by Jackson. Only when he ran into the douchebag on his way to his locker that's not exactly what happened.
It was much freaking better. It was like epic proportions of infinitely better situations at hand here. In fact Stiles was wondering if he was dreaming when he saw it.
Because Jackson was limping. And he was limping like maybe his boyfriend hadn't enjoyed being bedridden for several days now and had taken his frustration out on his ass. And it clearly had taken place this morning, or maybe Danny had just been extremely rough and Jackson hadn't had time to heal yet.
"Jackson," he called unable to resist such a golden opportunity for revenge. "Where's your boyfriend today?"
The douchebag somehow managed to look smug. "He's still in bed."
"Is that why you're limping this time?" he asked. "Because he was the one who…"
"Shut up," Jackson snapped face immediately reddening and Stiles tried not to grin. Scott spotted them both and waved at him and he nearly didn't wave back because he didn't want Scott freaking out about Derek again and giving Jackson ammunition when this was such a perfect moment for revenge.
Only when he approached he only wrinkled his nose slightly even coming to stand by him as if it was no big deal and Stiles nearly offered him his first born in gratitude, if of course he were capable of birthing children.
But then Stiles really started to remember why Scott was his true one and only blood brother when he turned to Jackson and covered his nose. "Ugh dude, you reek like Danny and hey, why are you limping?"
He nearly started applauding Scott with unrepressed glee when Jackson went even redder. This was utter perfection. The beginning to a spectacular day. This would be known as the day the douchebag got what was coming to him day, for ever and ever for the sake of wolfkind, amen.
"Because Danny screwed him, that's whym" he said grinning. "And he must have been pretty rough too if Jackson is still feeling sore."
Scott made an awkward sound and took a step back dragging Stiles with him who was outright laughing right now because goddamn Jackson's face was just priceless. He'd never seen him so riled up.
"It was worth it," Jackson spat out eventually before attempting to limp away at a faster than Stiles pace. He let him go already thinking of new material to torture him with later, his chuckles following Jackson's retreating form up the hallway.
The rest of the day was like awesome in a state of awesome. Everybody soon figured out how much fun Jackson had had the night before even if his limp had all but vanished- damn werewolf healing. Only it didn't take away the smell of Danny so no doubt he was still taking shit from other werewolves.
But still the day had just been going so well. Mr Harris was on sick leave so the sub let them do whatever the hell they wanted which for Stiles included discussing the rogue with Allison and Scott whilst furiously texting Derek all of Allison's hunter information. But then after a while the info ran out, Scott and Allison vanished mysteriously to start making out in secret and then Stiles was just annoying Derek for the hell of it. Because dammit, he would trick this big shot alpha man into loving him, cactus or no cactus. And if that meant pestering him at all hours until he caved into the Stiles lovefest or at least kidnapped him to have his way with him in his lovenest- or was it loveden? He was going to do it.
It was probably about two annoying texts in that Derek stopped replying although Stiles figured he was still reading them and trying to resist his charm which could be applied electronically through his cell phone and melt the ice heart that beat within Derek's chest.
Well, damn he gave himself an A for persistence and he continued texting Derek useless nonsense for the rest of the lesson despite the lack of reply because he could and therefore he would and the alpha was probably too busy to read any of them anyway. So he was feeling the good times as he made his way to sit by Scott- and by extension Allison- in the Cafeteria afterwards still smiling because of Jackson but mainly because of Derek.
Well mostly because of Derek. That was until Scott tapped him on the shoulder interrupting his little- I heart Derek- bubble of distraction.
"You didn't like piss off the alpha this morning did you?" he asked looking tense and glancing at the seat across from them where Allison was sitting as if prepared to randomly shield her with his body. Normal Scott behaviour obviously. He raised an eyebrow wondering if he'd done it the same way Derek liked to.
"Not since I slapped him this morning," he admitted. "Why?"
Scott managed to appear nervous and amused by his words before he pointed through the glass windows which overlooked the school parking lot. He barely needed to make out the dark material of Derek's leather jacket- because apparently he smelt too much like Derek these days so the alpha stole the jacket back- before his stomach dropped.
Oh God was this because of all of the text messages? Was Derek here to kick his ass? The alpha never showed up unannounced like this and where the hell was the rest of his posse? Did Stiles irritating texting drive him to murder them all?
Oh shit. He'd sent them all off to their deaths. Jesus he was in so much trouble.
He was out of his seat before he'd even realised he'd moved. Scott rose from his seat too watching him with concern as his hand gripped his shoulder like he was thinking about stopping him from whatever he was about to do.
Only he didn't know what he was about to do. Because clearly he was in love with an alpha that wanted to kill him. Or something else. But the killing thing seemed more likely.
"Dude," Scott said shaking him a little to get his attention. "You okay?"
He couldn't tear his eyes away from Derek who seemed to be firing off his laser beams at a higher power setting because they appeared to be melting his bones. "No," he said finally still unable to look away. "I need…"
Derek. He needed Derek. Like now would be nice. Right now. Because something was up and it could have to do with the rogue. Or hunters. Or Gerard. Or maybe Derek did just want to yell at him for distracting him all day.
He prayed that was all it was.
"Okay," Scott said seeming to realise what he wanted without him needing to articulate it. "I'll go with you."
And then he dragged Stiles out of his seat, abandoning their trays of food in search of much more life threatening company. To the alpha that was waiting for him outside.
God he really hoped Derek was at school so he could break Stiles' phone into a billion pieces.
But even he knew he wasn't that lucky.