Meeting the In-Laws

It started out as just a sweet kiss. Derek's lips just brushing across the surface of his own but when Stiles leaned forward letting the tip of his tongue travel over the crease in Derek's lips before slipping inside to trace its contours and tangle with his tongue, everything changed.

Stiles cupped the back of the older man's head, pulling him forward and deepening the kiss while his other hand grabbed the firm globe of his ass bringing their hips closer together.

He kissed and sucked his way down the column of Derek's throat searching for lingering traces of icing hidden along the salty pathway. Licking along the hollow then moving toward the shoulder, Stiles decided to leave his own mark on the flesh of his mate. He planned on it being little more than just a nip but as soon as his teeth sunk into the flesh he seemed to lose all sense of self.

"Stiles," Derek groaned thrusting against him for relief.

Sliding his fingers up through the short locks, Stiles took a firm grip on Derek's hair and pulled his head sideways onto his shoulder. "Do it."

"You said no biting until after we talked."

"Fuck it." Derek let his tongue run across the mark and Stiles' legs went out from beneath him. He could feel Derek running along his synapsis, feeling as if he could taste colors and see sounds. Stiles wanted nothing more than to curl into that perfect feeling of warmth and never leave.

"Do you see what you are to me? Can you not feel it? Why would you want to leave this? You are my TRUE MATE and I will never let you go."

Stiles worked his way deeper into Derek's mouth, mapping every crevasse with his tongue while running his hands along the planes of his stomach when there was a chorus of throat clearings from the door.

Derek broke off the kiss but Stiles was oblivious to their observers and tried to follow his mate's lips as he moved away with a whine of disappointment. Stiles let Derek wrap him in his warm arms and turn him toward the couple standing in the door way but purposely let his ass rub against his mate.

Standing in the doorway, amused smiles brightening their features were an older pair. The alpha was a spitting image of what Derek would look like in twenty years, still fit and virile with just a touch of silver in his dark black hair. Green tinted hazel eyes looked at the pair with affection and joy.

Reaching out the alpha took the woman's hand, clasping it gently with his own as he smiled at the petite blonde. "I remember how it was when I first found you, Talia."

"Yes, well, I have to think we made a little less of an impression on people than our son and his mate." Any sting that Stiles might have felt from her words was taken away by the sweet smile she bestowed upon him and a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Derek's rumbled, low growl deep in his chest vibrated through Stiles' body but stopped almost as soon as it started. Glancing over his shoulder Stiles could see the light blush along his mate's cheeks and at the tips of his ears. His mother just smiled and patted her son's cheek. "We were about to have breakfast. Would you like to join us Stiles? I would love to get to know you a little better."

Stiles' stomach made its vote for food, food soon and lots of it, known loud and clear with a growl that would make any alpha proud. Feeling his own blush rising up his neck he mumbled "Yes mam" to Derek's mom.

"I think maybe you two need some time to dress. We can hold breakfast for another fifteen minutes. I will see you both then." It was only at that point that Stiles realized his almost complete state of undress as well as Derek's tussled, sexed up look.

"Oh God! That was your mother? How are you not dying from embarrassment? Never mind, I will do it for both of us." With a huff Stiles left the office, hurrying up the stairs clutching what remained of his shirt to his chest with one hand while the other kept his pants, now strangely missing its button, from falling to his knees.

He stopped in the middle of Derek's room, fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to keep control of his growing need to just explode. So far the mating bite and the sex had been able to keep a lid on all the other emotions that boiled inside of him but Stiles could feel the pressure rise.

Derek wrapped his arms around him from behind, careful to stay away from the mating mark. "It's going to be okay, you know. Just give this some time. Please?"

"You can't just bite somebody and take over their lives, you know? Well, maybe YOU don't know. You're an alpha." Stiles shrugged out of the embrace and moved toward the bathroom at the far side of the room. No matter how weirded out he was there was no way he was passing up a meal.

Following Stiles into the bathroom, Derek leaned against the sink as his mate stripped off the remaining shreds of clothing and stepped into the shower. Stiles was used to showering with the rest of the boys from the Pack House so having someone nearby did little to discourage him from jumping into the shower.

The shower was like nothing he had ever seen. Multiple shower heads and a knob with no markings greeted him as he stepped inside. Turning the knob to the right Stiles hissed as the water cascaded over him. "Fuck, cold, cold, cold. I would have thought that wolves would have warm water at the very least."

Derek reached in and adjusted the dials and a wave of glorious, almost too hot water rained down over his skin each jet pumping the sprays like a heartbeat, kneading his flesh as Stiles melted against the tile.

"There's soap. Or body wash if you want. The shampoo is on you left."

"Ugh," was the only reply Stiles seemed to be able to make. He braced his arms on the tile and ducked his head so that the water struck him on the neck and shoulders, washing away the filth and massaging out the knots in his muscles.

Stiles didn't react to the sound of the door opening or the brief breeze of cooler air that blew into the stall as Derek entered, moving silently behind him. The only sound he made was from the spray hitting his body and the click of the body wash opening. Stiles leaned back minutely into the touch of the wash cloth on his back, the lazy circles soothing as they stripped layers of grit and dust off his skin. The water greyed at his feet, weeks of living on his own swirling down the drain.

Derek continued to work the cloth down the curve of Stiles' spine and quickly over the swell of his ass, his strokes almost professional. He cleaned down the long line of Stiles' legs carefully to ease around the multiple scabs and half healed wounds until he reached his feet. Stiles shifted his weight as his mate lifted one foot to wash and then the other.

Allowing Derek to turn him, Stiles tilted his head back to let the spray run across his face as his mate ran the cloth over his chest and stomach. The needy whine that broke from his mate was the first sound they had made since entering the shower. Opening his eyes Stiles saw the raw desire flare in Derek's eyes as he gazed over the pale length of his exposed throat.

Derek looked almost hungry as he stared over his mate. Stiles' stomach let out another growl as if to remind them both of its priorities. "Let me get your hair and we'll be ready to head down to breakfast."

Stiles could do little more than hum in agreement as Derek's fingers massaged shampoo through his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp. He found himself leaning into the hard expanse of his mate's chest, head resting on his shoulder as the last of the soap was washed away.

Stepping out of the shower, leaving Stiles cocooned in the foggy heat, Derek handed a fluffy blue towel over the stall door. Emerging from the shower's warmth Stiles found himself faced with Derek, a towel wrapped around his trim waist while scrubbing vigorously at his hair with another. The curl of want in his lower body was both a distraction and a reminder of his position.

"There's a toothbrush in the last drawer." Derek picked up his own and quickly finished his own morning routine as Stiles stood almost frozen by his own thoughts. "Stiles?" Derek looked at his mate with worried eyes. "There's breakfast and then we can talk about all this. It will all be okay. I promise."

It was more the promise of breakfast that urged Stiles into movement. Teeth brushed, body cleaned, and wearing Derek's clothing which hung a bit loosely on his thin frame but was clean and smelled of Derek's heady scent, Stiles headed back down the stairs to eat breakfast with the head of the Hale Pack.

He tried to ignore the tightness in his chest but couldn't help wonder if coming here was the best choice he could have made. Derek stopped at the top of the stairs and turned, his smile brightening his face and bringing a sparkle to his eyes. "You're safe here. You know that, right? I don't know what it will take, but I will make sure you have everything you need. I promise."

Reaching out Stiles let his fingers thread thought his mate's the contact bringing the link between them into sharper focus and Stiles could feel that Derek meant every word. But that just brought out new questions: exactly what did Stiles need?