Triple Dog Dare

by ship.me

It started off pretty simple. Full moon meeting, not enough snacks, Derek being a douche. Ha, alliteration! Then Lydia had to put down her book and do that scary, smile with the eyes thing she was so good at. "Why don't we play a game?" This was either going to be awesome or they were all going to die as result. Basically - your average night with the pack.

12. The Hole in the Wall (Day Three)

Hello, enjoy this chapter ladies and gents. We have two promtps working here in addition to the 'how the hole got there' and 'heat' prompts described in part one. The prompts addressed tonight for the last part of The Hole in the Wall are the ever popular SEX! requests you guys love to send and to work in Disney's, The Little Mermaid. Have fun, and please see the bottom for more notes :)

xoxo - Ship

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The Hole in the Wall (day three)

When Stiles wakes up the next morning it's to his hand stuck between the cushions and his neck bent awkwardly over the dent Scott made in the arm of the couch when they were kids. His was going to hurt for a week. There was the crunching of one of those fancy café parchment paper bags they put around food and the smell of coffee. He turned over and saw Lydia slurp from a latte and push a croissant towards him. He was starving, she was an angel.

"Good, you're awake. I was beginning to think I was lied to about you needing a baby sitter."

"What?"

"I'm your guard dog for the day. Allison came too but she needed to leave. Derek texted her something about electric chains." Stiles groaned, that better just be a precaution. If he got to the loft tonight and saw the alpha already chained up he was going to shove the control box up Derek's ass. "You know this is all happening because the bond is trying to push you two together right?"

"Yeah. Probably."

"Then why don't you get together? Just go in, grope around, get it done. It's not that hard."

Stiles paused, croissant midway to his mouth to make sure that actually just came out of Lydia.

"I'm not the one you need to tell that too?" He asks more than says because how did this even happen?

"Oh. I thought, you know the whole virgin thing, I thought you were the one who wanted to wait."

Stiles just laughed and devoured his pastry, a little jealous Lydia had a coffee to wash hers down with but definitely not needing the caffeine. His leg was already doing the jiggling twitchy thing and he knew soon he'd be pacing. He wondered where Isaac put the rest of the Adderal, if there was even any left, not that it would help. "It's not me. And this is probably going to sound weird but would you mind sitting next to me?"

"Your dad already told me. Jackson was going to come over too but you know how paranoid he is about control."

"Yeah."

Lydia picked up a cloth bag next to her and spread out the contents on the coffee table before squeezing next to Stiles. He watched her take out bandanas, dried flowers, cinnamon sticks, a bottle of vanilla and a plastic baggie of brown stuff he couldn't really see. He went to reach for it and she slapped his hand. "It's coffee grounds, don't touch. Ugh, now I'm going to have to wash my hands aren't I?" She got up and moved to the kitchen where he could hear his dad cleaning up his breakfast and heading upstairs. "Don't. Touch. Anything." She called as if she could sense his boredom building up at being left alone.

"What are you doing?"

"They're for the pack to wear if having a double whammy of sex smell on the full moon gets to their delicate noses."

"That's… nice of you." Stiles said with a questioning lilt, suspicious as he watched her settle back on the couch and put a little of each ingredient into the bandanas.

"That and I want to know how long it would take a werewolf to find me without a sense of smell." Lydia smiled at him as she tied off bundles and put them back into her bag.

"Is that what Jackson said we smell like? Sex?"

"Erica did. What did you think you smelled like?" Good question. Stiles hadn't really thought about it. Sick maybe, because of the fever. But it wasn't your typical fever.

"I don't know. Pheromones?"

"Yeah, sex." Lydia watched him out of the corner of her eye as she put together more bandanas. He fidgeted while she worked, waiting for her to continue. She did the little hair flip – side eye thing and he knew she had something she needed to ask. "So what are you doing to rectify your problem?"

"Uh…"

"If Derek's the one wanting to wait then you realize you're going to be waiting until your 18th birthday. That's, what, ten more heat cycles?"

"Why would-"

"He still thinks you're a kid he needs to protect and he's going to until your-"

"No. Hold on. The whole point of shopping with Jackson, which I'm sure he told you about and I know you've noticed the new clothes, was so that he would see me as a man. Because let me tell you right now little lady, I might be 17 but I am not a kid. No way. I've stepped in and saved his tail probably more than he's saved mine. Kids don't do that. Derek should know by now that he makes me feel like a man. A man with needs. Oh, hey dad!" His dad paused on his way to the door, another awkward moment for the book but nowhere near the same level as things have been lately.

"See you later kid." He said leaving for work. Stiles opened his mouth for a comeback but didn't have the concentration for something good enough that wouldn't scar them both right now, he settled for an irritated hum that came out more like a growl than he had planned, what do you know. Lydia cleared her throat.

"What I was saying before being so rudely interrupted was that maybe you make him feel like a man too but he's not going to do anything until you're 18 so you can use the time to entertain yourself by torturing him."

What? "What?"

"Make him want it. I'd take advantage of the heat while you have it."

"That's just mean. And a little dirty."

"Exactly."

"No, like bad dirty. I'm not going to do that while he's in heat and having enough trouble as it is." Stiles was starting to see a side of Lydia and Jackson's relationship that both terrified and fascinated him. No wonder the werewolf had come to him for help with control.

"Consider it a lesson in keeping control. It'll be fun." She was reading his mind.

"Lydia, you're evil."

"I'll help you."

"I'm going to hate myself for this."

"What's life without a few regrets? Here," She handed him a red bandana. "Wear this, get your scent all over it. I'll give it to Derek later."

And so it begins. "Let me take a shower first." Lydia slapped a hand down on his arm to hold him there, looking at him with her best 'don't bullshit me' assessing stare.

"You're not going to sneak out the bathroom window are you? Because I'm not above tasering you to avoid running in these shoes." Stiles laughed, he hadn't been thinking about it but now he was kind of curious what the drop looked like and if he could manage it. "Also, I'm not a big believer in house arrest. As long as we don't go to the loft we can absolutely find something else to last us all day." This is why Stiles had loved her. She wasn't an angel, she was a goddess. He grabbed both sides of her face and gave the top of her head a quick kiss. She pushed him off the couch and set to work righting her headband in the reflection on the tv. "Yeah, yeah. Go take your shower and then we'll escape. If you run away I will Taser you and I won't let go of the trigger until I'm satisfied that you won't be able to run for a week. Got it?"

"Noted."

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Derek has had it. This afternoon was supposed to be easy, the night was supposed to be the hard part.

He was feeling a million times better since the phone call with Stiles, and though the new intensity to his mate's scent on the t-shirt Isaac brought home was heady, it served to make the alpha feel drugged rather than renewing the aggression and need to break out that he expected to feel. And Stiles made him cinnamon sugar apples. He rolled his eyes when Isaac gave him the container to try and hide how much he appreciated the gesture and curled up in bed with the shirt, the apples and a bag of ice until they were gone and he was feeling like himself enough to develop a plan of action for the moon.

The plan was simple. It was good. It was supposed to provide hours of distraction for the betas Allison would wrangle up and bring over until sunset. How did this happen?

What was supposed to happen was Derek sleeping in until the betas arrived to try and get some energy back. Jackson got there at 8AM. Derek refused to get out of bed even if he couldn't sleep through the bitching about the smell and the state of the furniture.

A shipment of bricks arrived around noon and he thought he could trust the betas with helping to clean up and patch the hole in his wall. Hard work. Distraction. Presenting the loft as a clean, safe place he did not tear apart a couple days ago. He would mix the mortar and the betas would split into two groups. Group One: Cleaning. Group Two: Wall. And Derek would order lunch. Easy.

Not.

Derek ended up having to sit on the pile of bricks growling at anyone who came close because apparently eating the last egg roll was cause to start a brick fight and trash the place further. Lydia better get there with the mountain ash soon because this was bullshit. He was tempted to let her stand in a circle of it and use the betas as live moving targets.

When Allison arrived with the chains there was at least some reprieve in the threat they represent. He kept a watchful eye on the betas as she went to the training room to set them up. She saved a pair for his bedroom and walked by him to step over the one line of bricks they managed to finish and into the room to drop them on the bed.

"Do I want to know why you're playing King of the Rock instead of patching the hole?"

"Ask your boyfriend." She gave him a look he thinks was supposed to be intimidating.

"Want me to guard them with a Taser while you finish?"

"They broke too many. I have to order more and the mortar is probably drying out by now."

"Alright. Well, sun's setting. I have to go pick up Lydia from Stiles' house and I'll be back with her and the mountain ash."

"Did you see him today? How is he?" Derek asked without thinking and quickly plastered his stoic mask back on.

"Are you going to be okay tonight?"

He sent back an intimidating glare of his own, to her credit, Allison looked about as effected by it as he was by hers. "I was just asking."

"I only got to stay for a minute to talk with his dad before you texted. He was still asleep." That wasn't too out of the ordinary. Stiles had made it very clear that summer vacations were for sleeping as long as possible and then squeezing in as many adventures as you could in the hours left. "Lydia brought him breakfast and had stuff for them to do. She's been there all day to keep him company and I haven't gotten any 911 texts so I'm sure they're fine. Probably researching or something." Derek hummed and tried to look disinterested. Maybe Stiles had only picked up the heat for a day because Derek had been so sick. He was probably back to normal by now. Tonight might be the easy part.

Of course he was proven wrong again about an hour later when Allison brought Lydia back with her. She was wearing a mini skirt like a coat of armor, tugging a sack of mountain ash behind her. She reeked of Stiles and he was definitely still in heat. At least he wouldn't be taken off guard by it. Anger fanned the flames a little at the scent being all over her, mixed with her perfume and makeup and the lingering flavor of a café that never seemed to leave Lydia, but the scent itself gave him a rush of calm every time she walked by. He was being obvious in breathing deep but he really didn't care. He knew he could handle it now and he couldn't wait for Stiles to get there.

Lydia boxed in the sliding door, leaving enough room for people to stand comfortably as they got in and not feel threatened if a beta approached looking for a way out. He left his perch on the bricks so she could make a circle around them to avoid further incident and then he watched as she made a path from the box in front of the door to lead to his bedroom, making another line in front of the hole.

Jackson paced the border, emitting a low growl but not turning. He was obviously not happy with the scent that clung to Lydia and waiting for her to acknowledge his existence.

"Why is there a box in front of my room? Why not just the line?"

She tilted her head to Jackson behind her, still not looking at the beta but at least he stopped the growling as he continued to stare a hole through her back. "So Stiles can safely come in. This way he can talk to you without you crossing the line or worrying about someone not reacting well to his new scent approaching him from behind." He nodded. "I'm going to put some in front of your bedroom door too but not until he gets here in case we need you. Oh! And I have a present for you." Lydia reached into her purse and pulled out a red bandana. "I made him wear it all day. You're welcome." She said, passing it over the border of mountain ash. He tried not to smile but probably failed when he ripped it out of her hand.

"Oh god! Who did what?" Erica yelled heading back into the living room from where she had been trying to convince Allison to disassemble the electric chains. "It just got so much worse. Is this what it's going to be like when Stiles gets here because you can shoot me now."

"I have a present for you too. Lydia said, going for another bag. Derek didn't really care. It was almost time for the Sheriff to arrive with Melissa and Stiles. He avoided the chains on his bed but curled back up with the shirt, bandana and Tupperware container. It was a pathetic little nest but it was going to be the only peace he had tonight so he'd take it.

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Stiles got the text about the leftover mountain ash and some bags being in the backseat of Allison's car and it really sets in. They're on their way to Derek's. He didn't know if he was going to do anything Lydia suggested tonight but he was going to get to see Derek after three days. He vibrated in the back of the cruiser, listening to his dad and Melissa chat about work and not even feeling the need to babble along because maybe he would get some relief tonight. Werewolf hugs all around no matter what he smelled like. And food and, oh yeah, Derek! Ugh, he didn't know what was wrong with him, how he got so dependent so fast, he'd blame whatever version of heat he got stuck with but he didn't really care enough to hide it or feel the need to blame anything because in all honesty, it was kind of nice to be a little too dependent on someone who was a little too dependent on you right back.

When they finally pulled up to the old factory his dad gave a grumble.

"It's actually nice once you get in. I didn't expect much from the outside either but how many noise complaints do you think you'd have to do the paperwork for if they lived in a neighborhood." At least Mrs. McCall was on his side. "It was a little messy but they're boys, what are you going to do? Scott said they were patching things up today so I'm sure it's fine." Well maybe she didn't have to mention that. It would be easier to ignore the patches if his dad wasn't reminded of the phone call where they heard many things breaking to the point of needing patches.

He had to wait for his dad to open the back door of the cruiser from the outside because he was still technically a prisoner even though Lydia found the keys to the jeep. They went out to lunch and to the college library in the next town over to look at their special collection because apparently they had a whole section on Lycanthrope folklore Stiles didn't even know about. Between the new books and Lydia staying in pretty much constant contact, passing the time hadn't bad as hard as he'd expected.

He was pulled back from entering the factory by the collar of his shirt and was forced to give his dad a bitch face because what now?

"Magic tree dust." Oh yeah.

"It's called Mountain Ash and if you don't believe, it won't work so start believing." Mrs. McCall looked intrigued but his dad just rolled his eyes, this was going to be exciting. He might have to show off a little to get him on board because as bad as he wanted to take the final steps to the loft, he couldn't consciously let his dad go in unprotected. He pulled out the half empty sack and put a couple handfuls into the ziplock bags Lydia left for them. "Okay, this should be all you need." He gave them each a bag with about an inch lining the bottom.

"I thought Scott said you needed to make a circle around yourself." Mrs. McCall asked and here came the magic, Stiles favorite part since Deaton taught him how to do it.

"Yup. And I said you need to believe." Stiles took a tiny pinch and leaned the sack back against Allison's car, putting his bag into his back pocket. "I believe that this is enough to make it from here to the car." He walked the couple yards back to the cruiser, rubbing his fingers together and turned around to see a thick line of mountain ash behind him all the way back to where he started. Mrs. McCall was smiling like he just showed her the coolest magic trick in the book and Stiles was reminded of when he and Scott tortured her as kids with horrible card tricks they never quite got.

"That's just… that's not possible, how did you do that?" His dad asked and Stiles shook his head.

"You have to believe with everything you've got. You can't just say it and not mean it. You try."

Mrs. McCall didn't have to be asked twice. She took a pinch and closed her eyes before she spun in a circle, sprinkling the ash around her. Stiles knew she'd get it. "I'm buying stock in this stuff. Is it bad that I feel safer than I have in months? That's bad right?"

"No. That's what it's supposed to do, that's a good thing. Dad?"

"Why can't you just use the whole bag?"

"Because it's not something you can grab at the grocery store and you never know when you'll need more. If you can get away with only using a little why are you going to use a lot? That and if the person who puts it down doesn't believe it will work then it won't no matter how much they use." The Sheriff nodded, looking at the ring around Mrs. McCall like he was having trouble believing dirt would keep a werewolf out and Stiles got it, he did. It was hard but this was something he really needed his dad to understand. "Look, I'll do it again. Don't try this trick in a pinch though, it took a lot of practice."

Stiles took a little more this time, enough to make a small pile in the palm of his hand before he made a fist around it and focused as best he could. It was harder than usual today, but it would be good practice for focusing in a stressful situation. He threw the ash above him and watched it fall back to the pavement to make a perfect circle around all three of them.

"All I did was believe that it could protect us. You try." His dad nodded once, looking down at the bag with a worth a shot attitude before taking out a hefty pinch and stepping out of Stiles' circle. He took a deep breath and gave a smile Stiles hadn't seen in a long time and knew he was thinking about his mom. He kept his eyes opened and moved in a circle the same way Mrs. McCall had, watching the ash fall and become thicker to make a solid ring around him before looking a little impressed with himself. Stiles couldn't stop from giving his dad a quick hug. He locked up Allison's car and grabbed the sack of mountain ash to bring inside.

They paused outside for a minute to hear the end of a speech Derek was roaring out as Stiles tried not to laugh. "You all need to be perfect little fucking angels tonight or so help me god I will personally force feed you mountain ash and have Allison get the wolves bane ropes out of the car and tie you up. Do not make me leave my room. If one single thing goes wrong you will all pay tomorrow."

"So they really can't step across it?" His dad asked sounding like he'd fully believe when he saw it. And that didn't take long. The second Stiles pushed aside the sliding door, Jackson was at the ash border to growl at them. Or rather him, since he seemed to be tracking every move Stiles made.

"See, look. They really can't. Jackson, I can't take you seriously with a bandana around your face."

"Is this a Sheriff joke or are you guys planning on holding up an old west town?" His dad asked, looking at the posse of bandana faced werewolves glaring at them.

"It's what Lydia was doing this morning. They're masking our different scent." He said over the noise Jackson was making. "God, what did I do now? I haven't even gotten in the door yet."

"Lydia." The beta barked.

"Oh, don't think I don't know you stole my yoga mat. You like it you werewolf hugger so shut up and step aside." Jackson flashed his eyes in warning but backed off, bumping into another line of mountain ash in the process and bouncing off of it, turning to growl at that too. The Sheriff watched him go and shook his head at the proof his 'magic tree dust' worked.

Stiles eyes darted around looking for Derek for a second before they were pulled to the ginormous fucking hole in the alpha's bedroom wall. Now when Stiles saw the bricks outside the other day and Isaac said there was a hole, his mind had just assumed that he meant the wall Derek put up to separate the living room and the kitchen. Not…that wall, their wall, the wall Stiles frequently had naughty thoughts about and yeah, that was probably why it was busted down.

Stiles wasn't going to lie, he was mortified. Isaac had to have known the reason, he sought the beta out and gave him the best death glare he could muster under the ridiculous blush he was sporting. He could have used some warning. Isaac actually looked a little scared and scooted closer to a confused Scott, breaking out the puppy eyes and paired with the stupid bandana, Stiles had to look away. Okay. He could do this. Just ignore it, no big deal.

"Why are the bricks in a circle of mountain ash instead of in the wall?" Damn it Mrs. McCall, she was supposed to be on his side!

Derek didn't take his eyes off Stiles as he answered, looking a little guilty and just as embarrassed. Well he should be! "Because Erica and your son felt the need to start a brick fight."

"Scott!"

"She smashed my hand with one!" Scott yelled back defensively, flashing his wolf eyes at Derek and sending big brown puppy eyes back to his mom.

"He took my food! Besides, I learned from your example oh Alpha my Alpha. Aren't we supposed to hulk smash when we're angry?" Stiles couldn't keep in the nervous laughter at that one.

Lydia made her way to the door to get them past the barrier both parents seemed to be nervous to leave. "Hello, welcome to the lock-in. Refreshments are this way, Stiles stay here for a minute and close the door please." He raised an eyebrow at the formality but expected nothing less. Derek shrugged as Lydia continued the tour through the loft and Stiles closed the door and headed over to him, watching the alpha fidget like he was trying to decide whether to move back or forward.

Stiles leaned on the wall opposite him assuming the ash line was there for a reason. "So… this wall." Derek tilted his face down like he was going to look at the floor, ashamed, but his eyes stayed locked with Stiles'. Allison moved over to stand closer to where they were talking, probably ready to step in if one of them gave into the heat. Good luck to her. "You look good. Better than the other day." Stiles says, he doesn't know how to do small talk, rambling usually takes over for him but right now he's putting all his concentration into not hopping the line and showing Derek how much he missed him. He can't help tracing his finger over the inside of one of the bricks, letting it move in and out of danger over the line. Derek's eyes snap to it every few seconds before he moves to the same side of the opening as Stiles, their faces only a couple inches apart.

"Stiles! I told you to stay by the door." Lydia hissed as she led the parents back to the living room with drinks.

"We're fine. Right?" He asked Derek who just nodded like he hadn't really heard the question, giving him that dazed look Stiles remembered from right before their kiss at the breakfast table a few days ago. "Are you even listening to me?" He nodded again, at least Derek was still looking at his eyes and not Stiles' lips, he wouldn't be able to resist that right now. "You look like you're high."

"I am." He smirked, moving in as close as the mountain ash would allow.

"Do you think you could handle me coming in?" Derek took in a deep breath and blinked back the red in his eyes before he nodded.

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"Stiles, I advise against that decision." Lydia said, smile tight. Derek wanted to shoot a glare at her but held it in, not taking his eyes off his mate. He knew she meant well and was doing her best to follow the general order to impress the parents. His wolf had some horrible ideas of how he'd like to claim Stiles, parents be damned, but Derek wasn't an animal. He wasn't quite human either, but Stiles was teaching him how. He could do this. Still, as he stepped back to let Stiles in he could feel the red bleed deeper into his eyes and watched as his mate's eyes dilated wide in response. The arousal added another layer to his new scent that was intoxicating enough to have Derek shake with the concentration it took to not step forward again and press him into the wall, make a new spot.

They stood silently for a moment, taking each other in before Derek took a careful step forward, trying not to look like he was stalking his prey but knowing his "creeper", as Stiles called it, was showing. Stiles copied the gesture and stepped forward to close the gap between them, reaching to hold Derek's clenched fists and brush his thumbs over them. "Relax. Is this okay?" Derek slumped forward to rest his forehead against Stiles'. It was so much better, so much more stimulating having the real thing right in front of him, touching him, having his breath puff against his cheek and heart beat a flush into his face.

"Can I just?" Derek asked before wrapping his arms around his mate and pressing his nose into the crook of Stiles neck to breathe deep. His wolf was howling, digging at him to take, claim, that high feeling he was finding relief and ground in slipping away as warm want rushed through his veins. "Just let me" he nuzzled into Stiles neck, his mate tipping his head back for more contact even as the rational part of his brain still online and recognizing danger had his hands griping the collar of Derek's shirt firmly to tug back or choke him if he needed to. Derek nipped gently at Stiles' neck just once but it was enough to bring that high feeling back to calm the wolf and the heat. Derek was Stiles'. Stiles was his. He wasn't going anywhere, not right now. It was okay. "Okay."

"You don't need to stop." Stiles said, opening his eyes to look at him. "Hey, red's gone." He pouted.

"You sound disappointed."

"I am. A little."

"The whole pack's here. And your dad. We should probably..."

"Yeah. You coming out?" Derek looked to the mountain ash line Stiles was backing up towards. He was going to stay in his room, but Stiles was backing up and he almost couldn't bear it.

"If you let me out."

"Only if you promise to eat." Stiles singsonged.

"Starving."

"Good." He stepped over the mountain ash, bending down to break the lines keeping Derek captive. "What did you want? If you say you I cannot be held responsible for my actions."

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Stiles led Derek to the kitchen where he resisted repeating their last lock-in with a make out session against the sink and pilled his plate with three kinds of cheesy bread before scouring for something he wouldn't cringe at his dad eating. "God, I thought it was Boyd's week, why does it look like Scott ordered from every dominoes in the state?"

"Because it's Scott's week. And I don't think it was every dominoes in the state, just every one that would deliver here."

"Because I'm his favorite!" Scott shouted from the other room. Okay wait. Stiles pushed his plate into Derek's hands and held his stomach trying to breathe and laugh at the same time. He managed to make it to the doorway between the living room and kitchen to gesture and laugh at Scott before falling to the floor. "What? It's true, he told me."

"And..ha, I'm sorry. What did you have to do to have your status bumped up?"

"I gave him your sweatshirt. And hugs. Two really gross. Traumatizing. Hugs." Stiles clamped his lips between his teeth to look back at Derek who was ignoring the whole exchange in favor of inhaling the entire cheesy mountain Stiles had built up on the plate.

"Speaking of which. Scotty. You stole my sweatshirt, key word sweat. That was my lacrosse hoodie. After an entire session of not washing it. Bros don't do that man, that's creepy." Scott unleashes the puppyest of puppy eyes at him. "Screw you and your big brown eyes. Eat your lava cake, you're not in trouble just weird." Stiles stood up and reached back to grab something of Derek - belt loop definitely worked - and pulled the alpha into the next room with everyone else. "I take it that means Scott picked the activity too. Prepare to have your tails kicked!"

"Nope, I brought movies." Scott mumbled through a mouth of, ugh really unattractive half chewed chocolate cake.

"Scott. Don't talk with your mouth full." Scott grumbled and Stiles was biting back more laughter at the glare from Mrs. McCall that had the werewolf choke on his food.

"What did you bring?" Lydia asked, eyeing the Video 2 C bag over with Scott's stuff. You could almost hear everyone pray at once that it wasn't the Notebook.

"Disney stuff." Stiles rolled his eyes to Derek who he was sure would have something to say about that but just saw the wolf using the last half of cheesy breadstick on the plate to wipe up grease drippings and ranch.

"Hey. You were supposed to hold that, not house it. I thought you were the provider or whatever bullshit you're always spouting on full moons." Stiles snatched the measly piece of dripping breadstick and popped it in his mouth, making a show of sucking the ranch off his fingers. From the way Derek's eyes widened for a second, Lydia's advice definitely worked. Stiles wouldn't keep doing it though, payback for stealing food, no more pushing buttons.

"You told me to." Derek said, looking down at the empty plate. He kinda did, oops.

"I thought we were going to share, but I'll get more."

When he got back it was to a debate between Scott and the wolves about why he picked Disney movies.

"I thought they would be good to keep everyone calm. No sex or violence why is everyone so mad?"

"I'm okay with watching them, but Scott honey, Disney is all sex and violence." Lydia said, patting him on the head and going for the bag.

"No it's not! It's Disney! Kids watch it, we've all seen them right?"

"You have The Little Mermaid, well that's just porn, and Old Yeller. Old Yeller, Scott, really?"

"Little Mermaid is not porn you all just have really dirty minds." Scott defended. "And Old Yeller is awesome."

Now Stiles has to step in. "I'm sorry bro, but I'm going to ban Old Yeller tonight. The dog gets hurt trying to protect his family, goes rabid and the kid has to shoot him. Not cool Scotty." He grabbed Derek's hand. He knew it would never come to that but he thought the idea hit a little close to home for everyone. It should have for Scott too after going through the speech he got from Chris when he had started dating Allison. Scott brought up the terror of that speech to Stiles every time he did something stupid, he should know better.

"What? Shut up, he gets lost in the woods and you think he's dead but he lives!"

"Mrs. McCall, did you baby him and turn it off before it was done?" Stiles asked Scott's mom who was watching with some serious amusement next to his dad who probably thought they were all idiots. "And why did you never protect me from that dad? I was six! I think I cried for a week!"

"Life lessons son." The sheriff shrugged, he was pulled in tighter against Derek before he could throw back a retort.

"What are you guys talking about? The other dog and the cat and the family love him. It's about sticking together and family I thought it was like pack."

"That was Homeward Bound." Half the pack said together, rolling their eyes at Scott's mistake. Poor guy.

"You all suck. We'll just watch Little Mermaid unless that's too pornographic. Do you even watch porn?" Melissa scoffs and Derek is shaking with suppressed laughter behind him. Stiles felt bad for all the attention on his best friend, but he couldn't let that one slip by.

"Gee Scott, no. But I guess you have."

"Yeah. And it doesn't have singing mermaids!" Scott fell into his own trap, eyes widening and you could practically see the second he remembered his mom was on the couch behind him and how hard he was trying not to turn around and look at her. "Uh…"

Lydia hummed. "I'm sure it had plenty of caves of wonder, priests with erections and naked red heads in need of rescue."

"Nope, just tentacles." Stiles whispered low enough for only the werewolves to hear. Derek erupted into full on loud laughter against his back, causing everyone to turn their heads and look at him in shock. Even Stiles had to turn around and see his eyes crinkle with the wide smile. He pressed a kiss to Derek's cheek and pat it once. "Wow, you are so high."

"Stiles." Scott growled. "That was told to you in confidence because it was weird and I needed to tell someone! You broke the bro code."

"What just happened?" Allison asked from across the room.

Lydia shrugged, "Stiles said something, probably about porn but I didn't hear it. Derek apparently did though." She gestured to the werewolf still silently chuckling where he was tucked against Stiles' back.

"Scott, buddy. It was a joke-"

And he had obviously started a full moon mood swing because Scott's gold eyes were boring into him and a little fang showed as he talked. "No. A joke would have been telling Lydia not to make fun of naked red heads needing rescuing."

"Hey." Lydia snapped, Jackson snarling next to her.

"You told an embarrassing secret. That's double payback so I get to tell a secret and you have to do something embarrassing." Scott said, calming down enough to bring in his fangs but not his eyes.

"Alright. Fair is fair. Bro code honored." Stiles thought for a second. "I'm having flash backs to truth or dare. Remember parents are still present and they did not hear the secret" Stiles pointed at and made eye contact with every beta in the room. "nor will they. Alpha order, got it? Lay it on me Scotty." Stiles saw his friends lips move before chuckles were going around the room again and Derek tensed behind him.

Jackson huffed out a sigh, "That includes you too you idiot."

"Because bros do everything together. All Stiles best embarrassing moments include me." Scott says proudly before looking back to his mom. "Including tentacle porn but I swear to god Stiles showed it to me. I would never look that up." Lydia and Allison slapped hands over their laughing mouths as Melissa and his father looked at each other with equal expressions of what the hell did we do wrong in our lives before glaring at Stiles.

"Woah woah woah! One, what happened to not including the parents with embarrassing secrets? Two, do not make yourself out to be the innocent in this. I showed you one gif set on tumblr because it was like a train wreck and I needed someone to suffer through the week of mental reliving with me. You, my friend, went home to look up and watch the whole two hour video and traumatized yourself." Stiles nodded, point made. Giant puppy, maybe, but Scott McCall was no angel. Mrs. McCall was hiding her face behind the hand pinching the bridge of her nose but if her shaking shoulders were anything to go by she was more amused than angry.

"You two have the most profoundly disgusting friendship." Jackson said, shaking his head next to Lydia who was turning beet red trying not to laugh out loud. Derek's arms snaked around him and held tight, Stiles just shrugged at everyone.

"So the parental units know one secret, what's the other?"

"Nope. You get to be tortured and not know." Scott said, looking a little pissy again at Stiles' addition to his story.

"I don't get to know what it is?" That was so much worse since all eyes were on him now, especially the suspicious eyes of his father, and Derek was still holding him tight, not laughing. "Derek?"

"Tell you later." He murmured

"Okay. Embarrassing thing to do. Bring it." This couldn't be that bad, it might actually get rid of some of the surplus energy Stiles had been building up the last couple days.

"We're watching The Little Mermaid and any time there's a song, we're muting it and you have to sing." Scott leaned back against the couch, eyes finally brown again and looking proud. Well that sucked, but it certainly wasn't the most embarrassing thing he'd ever done. God, he really wanted to know what Scott told everyone.

"God please don't, have you heard Stiles sing?" His dad said, looking more miserable by the second. Stiles was laughing, that was true. Things were about to get real ugly real fast.

"It's true Scott, you have heard me sing. Do you really want to sit through an entire movie of it?"

"I haven't heard you sing." Derek grumbled behind him.

"And that's why we're still together. Trust me, it's worse than Lydia's screaming. It will probably repel werewolves better than mountain ash. I'll one up you." Scott looked intrigued. "Pick a different thing to do tonight and I will follow Harris around on the first day of school and sing Part of Your World to him until I get detention."

"Deal." Scott grinned, the betas in various forms of laughter probably picturing Harris murdering him. "How about never have I ever?"

"That's a drinking game McCall. People only play it to get drunk." Jackson sneers, it could still be fun, full moon Jackson was just a bigger jerk than usual.

"I've been doing some research and I might have found a way to get drunk." Erica drags her eyes around the room, waiting for everyone's attention to be on her. "Wolfs bane in the drink."

"No!" Stiles and Scott yell together, Lydia's birthday party was still too fresh in their minds.

"Horrible, horrible idea. That's just a myth. If wolfs bane in alcohol could get you drunk Derek would have told us, right?" Stiles continued, looking back at the alpha when he remained silent. " ... oh my god, how could you not tell me that? I could have been drugging the betas this whole time and-"

"And it would have been illegal." His dad said, ugh tonight was so awkward!

"One, I would have said something when the whole pack was 21. Two, it's dangerous, if you ingest it it'll cause hallucinations and with too much you can get extremely sick or even od. Three, you all torture me enough. Is the prank worth the repercussions Stiles?"

"Probably, yeah. Tell me what to do."

"No."

"Dereeeeek"

"No."

"I'll do the thing." Stiles said, borrowing another pointer from Lydia. The room got silent again and Derek gave him this adorable confused expression that almost had him leaning in to kiss it off his face.

"...what thing?" The alpha asked quietly.

"I don't know, I've always just wanted to say that. Think of something that can be the thing and I'll do it." Stiles winked. Derek visibly swallowed, eyes dropping down and coming back up to his red.

"Stiles." He took a breath and Stiles was just about done playing nice. Everyone could go home now, they needed alone time. "Don't put those thoughts in my head right now." Stiles had never really felt he was attractive to someone else before, these little buttons to push from Lydia and the way Derek was reacting to them were getting addictive. Derek's face was usually a mask in these situations, he was getting better about expressing his emotions but when it came to flirting and further, they tended to joke with each other, make it funny or he would shut down. Complete action with pushing up against walls or statue, no in between. Stiles didn't know how to read it, so far his reaction had been to assume that Derek was playing into it for him and didn't actually want to take things further. But now, with Derek focusing to control the heat, he was forgetting to control that mask and everything was crossing his face and flowing through the connection between them. And Derek wanted him. Holy shit. Probably just as much as Stiles wanted Derek. So why wasn't he doing anything?

"Where's the fun in that?" Stiles asked, leaning in closer, definitely kissing time, kissing needed to happen now.

"NO!" Scott yelled.

"Jesus, Lydia, these bandanas are not strong enough." Jackson complained, ripping the blue one off of his face.

"Not to cut in, but could you guys hold off until we can get out of here?" Isaac added as Erica climbed over him to snatch Jackson's abandoned bandana to make a double layer over her own.

"Alright. How about we do that first aid training and then the Sheriff and I scoot out of here?" Mrs. McCall broke in, looking to his dad for approval.

"Sure. Secure loft, mountain ash at all the exits, tempers in check. I don't think I need to see anymore." Stiles couldn't help but notice his dad looking pointedly at him and Derek when he said the last part.

---

Derek sat behind Stiles with his side pressed into his mate's back, occasionally resting his head in the curve where his neck and shoulder met and breathing deep. He wanted to bite that skin again, mark him, claim him, but those needs came second to just touching him and hearing him laugh and talk and tease his friends. There were ups and downs with the general mood of the betas tonight, but all in all it was much more relaxed than he expected.

Stiles heat scent was slowly shifting, spiking when they made eye contact or when Derek would wrap an arm around him or brush his lips over skin when he went to take in his scent again, but definitely leaving him. He was playful and energetic, not drugged with the want and heat and it was helping Derek, balancing him out.

He tried to pay attention to Melissa's lessons, knowing they were important and might one day save Stiles' life but it was hard with his mate constantly in motion next to him. First it was more food. Then it was getting a closer look at how Melissa was wrapping Isaac's arm or the contents of the ambulance grade first aid kits she was giving them. Now he was just fidgeting. Derek would be annoyed at the constant motion if he wasn't so entranced by it and the looks Stiles kept shooting at him. Eventually he settled down to listen to splinting methods but his heart beat picked up for a moment when Melissa was introducing CPR. Derek eyed him curiously but Stiles gave nothing away as the lesson continued. When she was quizzing Isaac, Erica and Boyd about the steps she had just gone over, it happened.

Stiles tugged him down to the ground and Derek went with the motion, missing laying with him and thinking Stiles energy was finally starting to even out again. He was just getting comfortable when Stiles shot up. "Derek!" He yelled, scaring the hell out of him and making the Sheriff stop in his tracks to the kitchen.

"What? What's wrong?" Was it the heat, was Stiles feeling sick? He looked around at the betas to make sure they didn't hear or do something he missed, they were all just staring at Stiles like he'd lost his mind.

"He stopped breathing. Give him space! I got this." He shoved Derek back to the ground. "Derek. Sourwolf, can you hear me?" He said, mock punching him in the face. "Wolf love taps aren't bringing him around, gunna have to try CPR." Stiles put his hands on Derek's chest, more groping of pecks than what Melissa had described as chest compressions. Sparks of heat and electricity shadowed Stiles touch, sending pleasure rushing through him at the simplest things, making that drugged feeling set heavier in his veins. This must be what Ecstasy is like for humans, the want to touch and the sensitivity tickling over your skin.

"Stiles."

"No, shh. I'm saving your life Derek. Trust me, I've done it before." He winked before leaning in and pressing their lips together. That wasn't air entering his mouth. Definitely Stiles tongue seducing his own into the too short kiss before he pulls away and checks his pulse. "I don't know if he's going to make it, better try again." He says, mouth latching back onto his, but this time Derek gets a hand in his hair before he can pull away. He feels the heat spiking in Stiles again, smells his scent shifting back into the pheromone laden haze that had him panting and forces himself to let go. Stiles is giving him his own drugged out stare and Derek has to swallow down the need to drive back in. He opts for rolling them to their sides and pulling him close, holding his mate like he hasn't been able to for days.

"Stop being so sexy and go to sleep." Surprise jolts through their link as it had so many times tonight and Derek makes a note to secure his brain to mouth filter. Stiles squirms against him, mumbling about needing to hear if he did CPR right and how burn treatments were next, but it wasn't long before sleep took them both.

---

The Sheriff settled back onto the couch with his snacks behind where Melissa was finishing up her lesson. Stiles had almost put him into an early grave with his last stunt. Since arriving and being told his best defense against a bloody death was magic dirt he had been waiting for the end of a Shakespeare tragedy to suddenly play out so when his son shouted Derek's name he had been ready for… well he hadn't actually been ready for anything. For someone with countless years of experience in high stress and tactical situations, he was very out of his element in all this. Still, he had to admit to having some fun. He thought the kids were going to be a lot more vicious and plenty more contained after his last chat with Derek, but he was finding their new fangled filterless and bristly attitudes more funny than threatening. Then again, they hadn't been directed towards him yet. If anything he and Melissa might as well be in a circle of Mountain Ash for how well everyone was avoiding coming near them.

Well everyone except Lydia who kept checking to make sure they didn't need anything or quizzing them on protection and Scott who was glued to the spot he picked in front of Melissa like a guard dog.

When Melissa was packing up her things, and explaining the various uses for the contents of the kits she was leaving behind, the Sheriff started to fidgit. It was nearing three am and he definitely wanted to catch at least four hours before having to get up for work at seven, but at the same time Stiles and Derek had fallen asleep. He didn't know if he should say anything. Was this normal? Did Derek trust his betas that much to turn his back on them when Stiles had described them earlier as capable of having mood swings so intense they were like completely different people. What if something happened? What if he questioned it and that put the idea in the betas heads to revolt? When Lydia approached Melissa with her own kit, probably with mountain ash and wolfs bane if Boyd's face next to her were any clue, he took his chance.

"Scott?" He said under his breath, the boy turning to him with the same big eyes and smile he had been using on the Sheriff for years. He couldn't help but picture the kid with a tail to wag at the attention. "Aren't they letting their guard down in, no offence, a room full of temperamental werewolves on the full moon when they're supposed to be in charge?" Scott just looked confused.

"Not really…" He trailed off, watching his mother talking to Lydia about some vials before he turned back, smile bigger than ever. "Want to see something cool to prove it?" The Sheriff raised his eyebrows in what he hoped was enough of a gesture to nip any revolts in the bud. "Isaac, I dare you to-"

"No way. I've gotten enough this week."

"Boyd?" The kid didn't even look up from where he was taking the bandages off Erica to shake his head.

"Eri-"

"It was your dumbass idea Scott, you do it."

Scott's shoulder's sagged, "Yeah but he said I'm his favorite. He won't throw me." Jackson started laughing a little obnoxiously at Scott's innocence and it wasn't long before Melissa was letting out a few chuckles too. "Jackson?"

"Not worth being the last thing I ever do. Nice knowing you McCall."

"It's probably for the best." The Sheriff said, daring to pat Scott's shoulder because the kid just looked so damn disappointed.

"No. I'll do it. Derek's been all mellow, he probably won't even do anything." The Sheriff watched him stalk his way closer and could only hope. Scott leaned over them silently, looking like all he was about to do was poke one of them in the face. He didn't even get to touch them before Derek's arm struck out and swung Scott to the ground hard, holding him there by the throat.

"Are you insane? What in your pathetically tiny brain made you think that would be a good idea on the full moon while we're in heat?" Derek roared in the kid's face, hovering over Stiles protectively. Stiles only had to put a hand on his shoulder for Derek to fall back down growling lowly at Scott as he wrapped terrifyingly strong arms around his only son again. Great. He was glad he didn't try to wake them himself.

"Aw look, widdle alpha is mad his cuddling was interrupted." Erica teased to the amusement of the pack, even he was a little surprised at how openly affectionate Derek was being tonight, seemingly throwing away his bad boy image for chances to get closer to Stiles. The Sheriff couldn't help but wonder if this is what it was normally like when he wasn't around.

"Not cuddling. Protecting." Derek said, growl still vibrating his voice and not doing anything for the Sheriff's nerves at the werewolves' proximity to his son.

"Sure." Jackson laughed, self preservation seemingly forgotten.

"You're one to talk. You do the same thing." Lydia informed everyone. He didn't miss the smile on Derek's face as he tried to hide it by nussling into Stiles' hair. "And look at them, it's instinctual. Derek's shoulder and upper arm are shielding Stile's face and neck while his hand protects the back of his head and Derek's face protects itself and the top of Stiles' head where they're touching. Then the arm under Stiles is wrapped around to lay across his spine. And their legs are linked in a way that presses their stomachs together, protecting that area as well. If Jackson does it without realizing, you probably all do. Wolves puzzle together for protection too." She wraps up.

"Okay, are you ready to go?" He asked Melissa, having about enough of pack relations for the night. Melissa smiles and waves to the group and they thank her, per Derek's earlier instructions he's sure, as she heads to the door. "If you need anything, don't be afraid to call." The Sheriff says in way of good bye as they step over the ash line and secure the door behind them. He knows the pack is probably listening to them walk to the car to make sure they're safe so he tries to stay quiet, but Melissa has been able to shovel through his bull shit for years now.

"Oh stop it you old grump." She scolds him. "They're kind of adorable together don't you think? And Stiles definitely hasn't changed to impress him." That's true at least. He thinks back on Stiles' impromptu CPR practice, he definitely hadn't toned it down any. It was good he found someone he could be himself with, and Derek didn't seem put off by it at all, more like he fed off Stiles' energy and sometimes encouraged it. Like that kiss. He should have asked Isaac if brain bleach is a thing that he can actually get in their supernatural world.

"Yeah. Real cute until I remember heat is a thing that exists."

---

Derek listens to Melissa laugh as the car doors close and the engine starts. It seemed like Mrs. McCall was on their side and the Sheriff was coming around again, things could have been a lot worse tonight. He turns his attention back to his mate who had stilled against him since Lydia had ruined their moment with scientific reasoning yet again.

He had felt Stiles tensing more and more through the whole thing as if cataloging everything she'd said and making some kind of decision based on it. It takes him a minute to relax again before his mate moves his hands out from where they usually rest between them and snaked one around behind Derek so his arm could stretch out against his spine too. Derek smiles at the gesture until Stiles speaks, fear and embarrassment spreading through the link.

"Is that all this is?"

"What?"

"Are you just protecting me?" Derek had a feeling there was a lot more to that question than just if they were cuddling or not. He ducks his head so he can whisper against Stiles' ear.

"It's cuddling too, don't tell." He smiles. Stiles presses a kiss to his shoulder before moving to get up.

"I want to talk." He said, squeezing one of Derek's hands in his own in what he liked to think of as their silent I love you. Derek got up and followed him back to his bedroom while Erica grumbled something about finally taking the romcom to the next room. Stiles heard it too because as soon as they were in the room, his mate was turning around to give an order. "Okay. Alone time. You guys play truth or dare or some other loud game. No violence, no breakout attempts." He looks back to Derek with an evil smirk before addressing the pack again. "You all need to be perfect fucking little angels or so help me god I will personally force feed you mountain ash and get the wolfs bane ropes out of the car and tie you up. Better yet-" Stiles steps back in the room to haul the chains off the bed and throw out into the den, coming back once more for the battery and controls to dump those too. "No eavesdropping and if one single thing goes wrong you will all pay tomorrow." He adds with a little growl in his tone. Derek loved watching him take control, loved seeing his betas recognize the order and threat for what it was and take him seriously for once. He would be incredibly turned on, more than he is right now, if it weren't for Stiles repeating his own threat from earlier practically verbatim which meant-

"You all heard that?" He asked as his mate passed him and crawled up on the bed scooting over to the far side.

"My dad was very impressed." He smiled, gathering up the sweat shirt, bandana and Tupperware container and giving him a look.

Derek took his stash and moved it to the dresser before climbing on to the bed too. "I missed you." Stiles smiled at him again before it slowly slipped away. Derek wanted the smile to stop doing that, he wanted Stiles' lips to always have that mischievous, passionate, half-crazy happiness painted across them.

"I missed you too." He said, laying back against the pillow and patting the space next to him in a signal for Derek to come closer. They listen to the round of truth or dare start in the next room and the accompanying laughter at obnoxious dares and people trying to lie for a few minutes before Stiles looks at him again and starts to talk. "You're attracted to me, right? I'm not reading this wrong? You can tell me if I am I won't be – I'm just confused with what we're doing. With what this is. I know we're mates and we're together but I think I need another explanation of what that means because like with this whole heat thing, nothing is what I expect and-"

"Stiles. Please." Stiles looks at him, hurt already starting to bleed through the link and Derek hadn't even answered yet. "I love you. I thought you knew that and maybe I'm not showing it enough but I'm not used to this and I'm trying."

"That's not-"

"Wait." Derek said, taking Stiles' hands in his. "You're not reading anything wrong. I'm sorry if I've been confusing you but I wanted to protect you. You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I love everything about you, everything I have seen and felt and I want to see and feel so much more but I don't think you're ready and I'm trying not to push you or tempt you. I know sometimes I lose it but that's only because you still drive me crazy." He looks up from their hands and back to Stiles face where his mate is watching him like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. "I don't know how many more ways I can show or tell you you're beautiful, handsome, sexy until you believe me but I'll find them. You don't need to dress in clothes like mine or try come hither looks Danny taught you or say things that put my mind in the gutter because it is in the gutter all the time. The things I want to do to you, but we can't."

"Why?"

"Because you're not ready. You're only-"

"17. I know. But it's 2013, Derek. Watch MTV, sex is everywhere. It's not that crazy." Stiles snapped, a little defensive, taking his turn to look down at their hands. " If you want to wait, if you want me to prove how committed I am to this mate thing then fine, I get it and I don't want to pressure you either, but if this whole thing is because of my age then that's bull shit because I haven't been a kid in a long time. The day I turn 18 isn't going to make me magically more of an adult than the day before. I know I act stupid and immature with Scott sometimes but that's me trying to make up for the years I was too depressed to do anything as a kid. And I'm probably always going to be like that, but it doesn't mean I'm not capable of making adult decisions because I've been making them since I picked out my mom's tombstone."

Derek squeezed his hands tighter. He knew this, he knew Stiles was one of the most capable people he had ever met. And he had noticed Stiles did the most stupid and immature things when he smelled the most sad, but so did Derek. And he couldn't put anyone in the position to choose something like this when they were young and emotional. "I know Stiles and I trust you to make adult decisions I just don't want to force you into a position where you have to make them."

"That doesn't even make sense. We're together, this is a decision that has to be made eventually, you're not forcing it on me… Is this about Kate?" Derek froze, knowing denial was pointless because the flinch at her name already gave him away. "Derek, I'm not her." Derek flinches again, tugging his hand away from Stiles so he could tilt his face up and look Stiles in the eye, make sure he heard every word.

"You could never be her, Stiles. I'm the one that's afraid of turning into her. Of manipulating you to get what I want. Of ruining your life, being the reason your father and your friends get hurt. Me. Not you. Never you. You couldn't be that person if you tried."

"God you are such an idiot!" Stiles shouted, raising the decibel from their whispers in a way that had the betas silencing before they took the cue to start up again with extra noise even as Stiles lowered his voice to continue. He mimicked Derek's gesture, placing his hands on the side of the Alphas face and brushing his thumbs soothingly over Derek's cheekbones, little sparks tickling behind that almost served to distract him if his mate's eyes weren't so angry. "We've had this talk haven't we? Just acknowledging that you don't want to be her makes you not like her. You're a good person and you need to give yourself a little more credit. You're not a sociopath. You're not messed up, and even if you are a little somewhere inside, that's because of the shit she put you through, it's not your fault and you're working against it so go you. You're better just for trying. I met her, and you could never be her if you tried either."

Derek really wanted to believe that. He turned into one of Stiles' hands and kissed his palm. "I love you."

"I know." Stiles sighed, probably trying to sound exhausted and shooting for funny but Derek could feel the effect of his words through their bond. "That's why I want this. Because I love you too." He turned to kiss Derek's hand back. "That and you know you're ridiculously hot. Like layers of hotness keep popping up. Heat included, though I think mine's pretty much done because we're touching and I'm not eating your face. Or you know, jumping off the bed and doing laps around the loft." Derek smiled and nodded. His own heat was still sending sparks through him at Stiles' touch but it was fading, the high would probably stay for another day but he could breathe again, relax, not have to worry so much about losing control or lashing out if Stiles moved away for a minute. Stiles' heat seemed to be setting with the moon.

"Layers huh?"

"Oh yeah." Derek was intrigued.

"If you explain, I'll tell you your embarrassing secret." They heard Allison inform the pack that the sun was coming up and yawns go around the room.

"Well, when we first met and I kept getting you arrested? You were scary sexy, like intimidating and a little terrifying but in a way where I wasn't scared you'd actually hurt me and maybe pushed your buttons on purpose a few times to get you to shove me up against walls."

"You still do."

Stiles laughed. "Hey, if it ain't broke don't fix it. Then there's your protective sexy, when you're all alpha male even when you were a beta and would get your ass kicked trying to help us." Stiles went on to explain what was apparently Derek's smart sexy, strong sexy, jerk sexy, sassy sexy – that one was his favorite for a while - caring sexy, cute and cuddly sexy and a few others while the betas grumbled about fucking alphas and heat and got ready for bed. Most of them were asleep by the time Stiles' ramble wrapped up. "I could keep naming them off and explain every situation we've ever been in but basically every emotion you have and thing you do is ridiculously sexy."

"What's your favorite now?" Derek couldn't help but ask.

"Today my favorite is this high look you have going on, like anything I say or do is sexy and that's just ridiculous."

"Everything you say or do is sexy."

"Seriously?" That surprised jolt went through their bond again and Derek finally knew the reason for it. "Or just during the heat?" Stiles stilled waiting for his answer, seeming to prep for disappointment.

"Everything you do, everything about you. Every crazy expression and stupid joke and your energy, you're so passionate about everything and god when you touch me-" he trailed off as Stiles traced a finger up Derek's arm and his breath hitched as those hot sparks chased after it again.

"Wow. That's kinda… that's good to know."

"Mm sorry. Heat. it's …everything's sharper. Smell, sound. Touch." Derek tried to explain but both Stiles' hands were at work now, inching up under his shirt and fanning out and Derek couldn't think.

"Really? So this" Stiles stoked his fingers over the tensing muscles of Derek's abs "feels more like this?" He let his hand travel further, thumb deliberately stoking next to the zipper of Derek's jeans, making his hips jerk.

"Yes." He panted, trying to stay quiet, to not encourage Stiles too much and not wake the pack sleeping in the next room. Shit he didn't even technically have a wall right now. Stiles runs his hand back under his shirt, catching the hem and tugging it up, Derek helping him get it off. His mate sat up to get his own off too and Derek drank in every inch of new skin offered, sitting up to meet him as Stiles leaned in for a kiss. Every leash, tether, wall Derek tried to bind himself in, not just in heat but since knowing Stiles was his came crashing down, torn apart when Stiles' lips found his with a confidence he had never felt through the bond from his mate before. Derek thinks that maybe he can allow himself to have just this one thing.

---

Stiles kissed Derek with everything he had. This was his chance, they talked it out, they were on the same page and ready to take the next step. Probably. They kind of started talking instead of taking that step but they were here now and Derek was wrecked, Stiles close behind as he watched the shaking, panting mess he was making out of the big bad wolf. This was a better confidence boost than therapy or a new wardrobe, hands down, nothing else stood a chance.

Every time he moved against Derek, the alpha would arch into it and shake like it was going straight to his dick. Stiles really hoped it was. He was doing his best to not stop moving, not like he could stop if he wanted to, trying to coax that blush and those sighs and hitched breaths and bitten lips out of Derek again and again. He looked high, like he had taken some kind of X and needed Stiles hands to live. Stiles could do that, he could touch everything, there were a couple places in particular he really wanted to explore but every time he got close, Derek would pull him back into a kiss and moan. Into his mouth. Like he couldn't hold back the sound and needed something to do with it and thought that would be the best place to keep it. Hottest experience of Stiles' life thus far but he wanted to cement that record, if he could just keep his hands on Derek's jeans long enough to get them off.

Before he got the chance, Derek was flipping them, wriggling his way in between Stiles legs and pinning his arms above him. Stiles panted, looking up at him, he seemed to be waiting for something, some okay signal. Stiles flicked his tongue against Derek's lips and did his best to roll his hips up against Derek's with the alpha's so tight against him. That seemed to be all he needed because lips were back on his, biting and sucking Stiles breath away as Derek laced their fingers together and ground down. Stiles saw stars for a second at the perfect angle and unbelievable pressure in all the right places. Derek kissed along his jaw and down his neck, nibbling and sucking marks along the way that had Stiles biting back moans with each breath, trying to keep his mouth closed as Derek started this perfect sliding rhythm Stiles kept messing up with the jerks of his own hips. It wasn't long before they both stopped trying to be perfect.

Derek moved one hand to clamp down over Stiles' mouth while he buried his face in the sheet next to his head and kept up the torturing pressure. Stiles felt the waves in him again, lower, deeper, pushing and washing against him with every roll of Derek's hips. He was being pulled away and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He tried to say as much against Derek's hand but the wolf was sniffing at his throat again, probably smelling it on him. Derek lifted himself up and the look on his flushed face was all Stiles could take. Derek darted down and crashed their lips together again as Stiles came, breaking his hands free of Derek's grip to hold tight to his hair as he rode out the shocks that danced up his spine every time their hips met again because Derek was still going, he wasn't a statue and this had to be the happiest moment of Stiles life.

He almost had a second of thinking he thought to soon when Derek tensed above him, pressing his face back into the sheet but he was shaking, hips still giving broken thrusts as the alpha held his breath until it all rushed out against his ear in one long Stiles that had him wishing they could go again right this second. Because Derek just came. Stiles made Derek come. And he said Stiles' name. This was the happiest moment. Derek let his weight rest against him, their hips still giving shifting jerks in the aftershocks of what was the best orgasm of Stiles' life, hopefully Derek's too but if it wasn't, they had plenty of time to get better and last longer.

Derek rolled off him carefully, pulling Stiles into their protective cuddle before leaning in to kiss him again. These kisses were new, slow and gentle, almost sloppy in their laziness like they were ready to fall asleep any second and that was fine with Stiles. Power nap for round two!

He didn't know who fell asleep first but Derek was definitely the first to wake up, spreading little kisses all over his face until Stiles' kissed back in retaliation. His hand moved into Derek's hair, it's new favorite place and Stiles realized he had been laying with his arm in the position Lydia explained was for protecting Derek's spine. He smiled into the kiss, hoping he made Derek fell as safe as the Alpha made him feel when they slept together. "Morning."

"Mmorning." Derek hums out, moving to kiss over the marks he made on Stiles' neck the night before. Yay souvenirs.

"Anybody else awake yet?"

"Just Lydia." He whispers. Stiles grinds down against the thigh between his legs, trying to hint that he is ready to go again and Derek chuckles, nibbling his way down Stiles' neck and aligning their bodies a little better for what Stiles wanted. "Last night."

"Perfect. Amazing." Stiles rushed out, trying to squash any insecurities Derek was about to voice before they happened.

"I had never…" He trailed off, getting distracted with a particularly sensitive hickey on Stiles' pulse point that had him breathing heavy as Derek made it bigger.

"You never, what?"

"With a man." He sighed, sounding a little reluctant to admit it. Stiles didn't know what to say to that. He was a little ecstatic that he was Derek's first in a way too, but what if last night made him decide he liked women better?

"Did you- I mean- was it okay?"

"Stop thinking. It was incredible. Best." He said, grinding his hips against Stiles' lazily. "Your scent when you came, I almost lost my mind. And then when I - I thought I was going to scream. Howl." Stiles shuddered against him. Howl, he hadn't really thought about that but now it was top priority kink to explore. Stiles needed to make that happen.

"Oh my god. Don't hold back next time."

"The pack's still here. We shouldn't-"

"Maybe if we're loud they'll get the hint and leave."

"Breakfast." Derek said before leaning in to kiss him again. Stiles groped around Derek's back pockets for the wallet he knew was there last night. He found it and pulled away for a second to pick a random credit card, showing it to Derek before leaning over him to throw it out the hole. Handy.

"Breakfast only!" Stiles yelled. That should wake the betas and be a big enough hint. He heard one of them groan, probably at the smell of their awesome sex , and a few grumbled 'what's'. Stiles laughed giving his full attention back to Derek, they'd figure it out. "So you liked it huh?" Derek nodded, rolling him onto his back and starting to kiss his way down Stiles' chest, making up for not getting past his neck last night.

"I think we should take things slow." The wolf says, not following his own request as he continues down his path to lick and bite and mark every mole and freckle Stiles has.

It's all Stiles can do to remain calm and repeat slow, slow, slow to himself. Marking didn't mean sex it was most likely some werewolf possessive thing he probably shouldn't be as absolutely okay with as he is. "You think our first time is going to suck? They say it does but I don't think we could ever suck." Derek continued kissing down his chest and stomach, stopping at his belly button to look up again then biting at the button to Stiles' jeans and breathing deep. Derek looks at him, eyes turning the red he knew put Stiles' heart into overdrive.

"I can if you want me too." It took his brain a minute to process that, because Derek's face was there, right there, where he probably smelled like dried come because yeah… and he can hear talking in the next room and someone going into the bathroom and smell the coffee Lydia made… and he had been talking about sucking.

Stiles groans, throwing his head back before they even started and fighting to lift it up again and make eye contact with the alpha in what he hoped would be an incredibly obvious hell yes because his mouth was definitely working as Derek went back to teasing the skin of his stomach but words weren't exactly coming out.

When Derek gives him that look, the one that has the uncontrollable shivers of arousal running through him once more when he had just managed to calm down, Stiles knows. The pants are coming off, the pants are finally! coming off. They are about to enter into a pants-less togethership and Stiles cannot wait a second longer as he tried to shove the jeans off his hips without even undoing the button let alone zipper. Fuck fitted jeans.

Derek is quick to act, keeping eye contact as he thumbs open the button and he slowly tugs the jeans and boxer briefs down his legs before running his hands back up, and okay now he's looking. At Stiles. At Stiles naked and it's a little nerve wracking, maybe more than a little, to the point where Stiles can't stop squirming because it's not like he's never been naked in front of people before, hideous memories of the locker room not resurfacing while he's about to have sex, but he's never been naked with intent to have the sex before. It's a whole new feeling, adrenalin and anxiety teaming together to pump blood faster through his veins and he doesn't even stand a chance at holding back a breathless groan when Derek leans in to suck a mark on his hip.

"Oh my God! Someone break the mountain ash line now. PLEASE!" He hears Scott yell but he can't care to do more than choke on the next moan trying to escape his throat because he is achingly hard and Derek is between his legs, kissing and nipping closer and closer, stopping to nuzzle and sniff every few kisses and who would have known how amazing that felt? Even with the frantic yelling and leaving happening on the other side of the hole they really needed to patch asap, it was perfect.

"You're perfect." Derek breathes against him, of course Stiles gets actual words out when he doesn't mean to. He tries so hard to keep eye contact when Derek looks back up after saying it but his breath ghosting over the never been naked with intent flesh his mouth is hovering above is sending sparks all the way up Stiles spine and somehow into his eyes. And then there's a tongue darting out to taste him and Derek's hot breath panting over the wet stripe he just left. That's it, Stiles' brain is dead and his spine has melted into liquid lava, searing hot and in no way able to support his neck arching up to watch. He barely has the ability to grasp how hard he's clenching his fingers into the sheets before Derek's hands are soothing them. "You can touch me." He says, moving a hand to stroke Stiles just once before lowering his head and oh god, his cock is in Derek's mouth. And Stiles is loud, but he kind of expected that. Derek doesn't even try to stop his hips from thrusting up, trying to get more of the wet tight heat the alpha is enveloping him in and Stiles can't stop himself either. He's so close, it's an embarrassingly short time but, hey, they were supposed to be doing a u-turn into slow territory ergo - he was not prepared for this.

It was sloppy and wet and Derek couldn't take all of him at once, which was simultaneously frustrating and blowing up his ego. There was drool, definitely drool, more than Stiles expected but he couldn't complain when it was slicking the way for Derek's hand to squeeze and stroke where his mouth couldn't. When Stiles felt the lava rushing back down his spine, tell tale sign he needed to warn Derek, the alpha slurped around him and chuckled at the noise, the vibrations rattling through him and Stiles' window of warning was gone. His vision was white with these bursts of color dancing around with every twinge of pleasure left to zing through him because Derek's mouth was still on him, hand still stroking. He swallowed against him and Stiles' throat was sore when he moaned his name. Derek hummed against him again and pulled off, cleaning every last bit with his tongue and Stiles would maybe be embarrassed if he wasn't too blissed out to care.

The alpha crawled his way up, lips retracing their trail until he could look into Stiles eyes. "Sorry. I had never… I'll get better." He says, resting their foreheads together and nuzzling his cheek before leaving a kiss. Stiles had to laugh, if that was a bad blow job, he didn't think he could handle a good one. This was the best kind of slow he could have ever hoped for.

"I can't think of anything better than that." He says, bringing boneless arms to wrap around Derek's neck. "But if you want to keep practicing I'm not going to say no." Derek's laughing against his face until his head lifts up and looks to the dresser where Stiles jeans had been thrown. "What?"

"Your phone." Derek sits up to arch back and stretch to reach the pants. Stile was about to whine about Derek leaving it and coming back but that view was fantastic and as much as lil'Stiles was giving its best go at being ready, he was going to need another minute so he just let things play out. Soon enough Derek was back to nuzzling into his neck while Stiles' shaking fingers opened Jackson's text.

Brkfast diner on main if ur interestd

He was just going to throw the phone aside and give Derek the attention he deserved when it chimed again,

AND SHOWERED

Stiles laughed and tossed the phone aside, diving in to make some marks of his own on the alpha. He kissed Derek's neck, his pulse racing under Stiles' lips, and barely bit down there when Derek let out this vibrating moan, groan, growl thing and oh yeah, Stiles new number one goal. He needed to make Derek howl.

"The pack wants us to shower and meet them for breakfast." Stiles whispers against where he had bitten down, pressing a kiss and nibbling again. Derek's head and shoulders rolled back and he let out more amazing noises, that was definitely a sweet spot Stiles was going to have to memorize. "Why don't we take that shower and I'll repay the favor?" He asked, moving a hand down to unbutton and unzip Derek's jeans before climbing off the bed.

Derek watched him go like he was incredibly confused why it was happening. "Yeah?"

"Mhm." Stiles hummed, backing up through the door and across the hall to the bathroom, "Come on."

Derek shot off the bed, crowding up in front of him to maul his mouth for what could have been a second or an hour, Stiles had no idea, but his knees were shaking. Shower now, they needed to get in the shower. "You sure you want to?" Stiles' eyebrows shot up. That was a presex kiss, there was no other purpose for a knee melting kiss than to rile someone up, and he was significantly riled and Derek was definitely excited. He was sure. "In the shower I mean." Oh, he was sure about that too. When Isaac told him Derek was living in the shower because of the heat he had gotten the wrong idea and the mental image was the hottest thing his mind had ever produced. He really wanted to see that image in come to life.

"Absofuckinglutely."

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When the Sheriff walked into his favorite diner for coffee and to maybe cheat on his diet and have something good for breakfast, he was not expecting the whole pack to be up and at 'em so early in the morning and so obviously awake, talking loudly and digging into their food like Scott hadn't bought out every dominoes that would deliver last night. Well, everyone except Derek and Stiles. He thought… Didn't Derek make breakfast for everyone after the lock-ins?

"Hey gang." He said, pulling up a chair to the end of their booth to make sure everything was alright. Lydia smiled at him, continuing to pick at her grapefruit while the rest of the pack choked on mouthfuls and quieted down. At least he could still be intimidating to some. Allison appeared from nowhere and Jackson got up to let her sit next to Lydia, maybe Derek and Stiles were just running late too. "Derek and Stiles on their way?"

"We texted them." Lydia informed him.

Texted, weren't they all together? Did Derek get out last night after he left? "When's the last time you heard from them?"

"Last time we heard…" Isaac mumbled looking pale, this couldn't be good.

"No! No, I'm trying to forget what we heard." Scott yelled, going back to demolishing his pancakes.

"I didn't hear anything. I'm a little jealous." Lydia told Allison, the girls shrugging at each other.

"It was kinda hot." Erica shared, fanning herself and gulping down some orange juice.

"No. You are blessed with human ears and noses." Scott yelped at the same time as Boyd asked, "How did you not hear it? There's a giant hole in the wall." Oh no, he did not want to know any of this. At least they were okay, probably. He needed to go back to work now. He was getting up to hightail it out of there when the bell on the door rang and Stiles was walking in proud as a peacock, arms outstretched on either side all the way to the table before he took a bow. He loved seeing his son happy, but he never needed to see this brand of happy painted across his flushed face. At least Derek had the decency to not make eye contact with him.

Jackson got up again and offered a high five to Stiles who clutched his chest in shock as he went over to slap the kid's hand before the werewolf pulled away at the last second, "Eee, never mind. I don't know where that hand has been." Stiles looked offended for a second before they laughed in each other's faces.

"Every where my friend, everywhere." Scott looked about as mortified as he felt. "Oh, hey dad." The Sheriff nodded to him, anything that came out of his mouth wasn't going to be good so he just kept it closed and headed back to the counter. "Don't cheat on your diet." Stiles called after him, squeezing himself and Derek into the booth.

"Just getting coffee." He said back, and it was true. His appetite wasn't going to be back for a week. The list of things he never needed to know in life was growing. Everywhere. Oh god.

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edited 11 January 2014
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