Okay so I didn't expect this but smut in this chapter. (It just happened and I thought I should give you guys a warning first.)

*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

The next morning Stiles awoke to find his hand to be clammy and hot. Really hot. Hotter than normal—and his body temperature was already naturally hot. When the hellhound finally opened his eyes he found himself looking straight into those familiar hazel eyes he had so often dreamed about, his latest dream about them, which happened that previous night. Stiles blinked and then looked down at their joined hands before swallowing heavily and looking back into those hazel eyes. "W-wanna let go of my hand Derek?"

"… No. But I will anyway."

With that being said the werewolf released the hellhound's hand and Stiles instantly felt cooler. "Thanks… I was burning up." Stiles said honestly as he sat himself up.

"…" Derek wanted to ask if he didn't hate holding hands with him—he didn't hate it—but he reminded himself that Stiles did love him. He even admitted it. It was just the rule that kept them from being together (until further notice) that was keeping them apart. "Go take a shower first Stiles. I'll have to lend you some of my clothes."

"I've always wanted to wear one of your shirts…" Stiles mused, more to himself but of course the other's great hearing picked it up.

"Really?"

"… Well yeah…" Stiles replied, slightly taken aback that Derek heard him (but more importantly responded back). "I like you don't I?"

"…" There was nothing Derek could think of to respond back to that, so instead he changed the topic. "While you shower I'll go make breakfast then I'll shower."

"Great. Then I can go back underground and talk to the Grand Marquis." Perhaps he can tell me how to get Burke back…

Derek handed the younger male some spare clothing before Stiles exited the room and headed to the bathroom. The werewolf sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This was either going really well or really bad, he couldn't tell because the awkward air that has been following the duo started on the night Laura was killed by Peter. He left the room then, hearing the running water in the bathroom as he passed by, and went into the kitchen to begin frying up some bacon with French toast. Nothing too overly fancy; it was just Stiles.

Or was it because it was Stiles that it had to be fancy?

Derek shook that thought clear out of his head. He raised Stiles and though it was weird to think that he was in love with the one he raised, the very fact alone that they're both supernatural species makes this complicated situation just a tiny bit less complicated.

As Derek finished with the food Stiles came trotting down the stairs, he taking a seat at the table in Derek's clothes. Derek found himself staring. Now he realized why many men enjoyed seeing their girlfriends (or boyfriends for that matter) in their clothing. It just looked… sexy? That and it was a clear way to assert that Stiles was his. What can he say? He's a werewolf… they get possessive. "Here you go Stiles." Derek said as he placed a plate of food before him. "What do you wanna drink?"

"Thanks and um… milk!"

"I should have known…"

As Derek got a glass of milk, and he some orange juice, he returned to the table and placed down their respective drinks in front of them before he started to eat. As they ate they ate in silence but Stiles broke it soon after he was done, he wolfing (no pun intended) the food down. "I hope you don't mind if I leave now. I need to get there as soon as possible so I can have the most time to talk to him."

"… Even if I did mind you'd still go off…"

"… Oh, don't begin to brood all over me now, Derek." With a heavy sigh Stiles continued. "Look, I'm sorry I lied to you and didn't tell you everything but I just couldn't. There are laws that I have to follow as a hellhound."

"I understand… really I do, Stiles but still…" There was a couple of seconds of awkward silence before Derek spoke again. "You're not an orphan are you?"

"… No. I have six other siblings."

"Six?" Derek sounded astonished.

"They're all older than me." The only thing Derek could think of then was 'Oh, great. Six older siblings I have to win over… that is if I get to have the chance to win them over…' Stiles must have say this because he grinned then. "Don't worry about them. They're all pretty supportive of me, especially my sister Lillith. Dorian is the one you have to about the most… and perhaps maybe Petros. Dorian's the really protective one over me and Petros… well Petros just doesn't like me or anything associated with me." Stiles' grin grew wider. "Elisabeta is protective too but she's mush more lenient and only wants my happiness and the twins are really quiet and broody as well so I'm sure they'll like you due to your similar personalities though Aidan's a bit more out going than Nadia."

"… Is that so?"

Stiles nodded. "Yep! We're just one big happy-ish family! Of course we all live around the world so we hardly see each other but I'll make sure you get to meet all of them and they meet you and Scott—they're going to have to meet my best friend! And I have to show them around Beacon Hills since this is our birth place… I bet they'd want to look around since they never really got the chance to live here."

"There really is a lot that I don't know about you."

"Well that's just all hellhounds. In a litter the eldest is usually left with the parents to eventually take over for their parents while the others after they're weaned gets sent off to other hellhounds to be trained there."

"What if the other hellhounds have children of their own?"

"It never really happens. Pups are sent where they're needed but if it does happens its usually because the area has gotten more populated or the other hellhound died or as a potential mate. Hellhounds are more easily attracted to their own kind after all…"

That statement made Derek think of the other hellhound that follows Stiles around. Burke… did he love Stiles too? That was probably true with the way he acts towards and around him. But does Stiles have the same feelings towards Burke? It didn't look like it but with the way Stiles acts all affectionate around everyone it's hard to tell. Derek watched as the hellhound got up and went to the fridge, poured himself another glass of milk and then went back to his seat, drinking a third of the milk down while he was at it.

"Of course," Stiles began once more, "in the case of Burke I can't stand him. But at the same time I must respect his strength and ability. He isn't a high ranked hellhound for nothing." Derek blinked at the hellhound. Does he have ESP or something? Derek found himself thinking as he stared. "… That's why I must get going… Burke won't have much time before Peter forces him to talk. He's strong but he's not that strong." With that Stiles downed the rest of him milk, put his dishes in the sink and shifted.

"Stiles…" Derek said as he stood and watched as the hellhound stopped in his path towards the back doggy door. "Just be careful." He finished after a sigh.

Stiles glanced back, a dog's version of a smile on his lips. "Aren't I always?"

"Famous last words Stiles…" The werewolf lightly joked—lightly joked.

"The broody werewolf can joke?! I really should be careful. It's the end of the world!" Derek, beside himself, smirked softly. Stiles half shrugged. "Don't forget to text Scott about what I'm doing today. Tell him that I'll meet him and Lydia after school today too." With that the hellhound bounded out of Derek's sight, the only thing to confirm that the hellhound was truly gone was the sounds the doggy door made as it slowly swung into stillness.

Derek sighed again, this time in aggravation as he finished eating breakfast by himself, placed his dishes in the sink (he'd do them later) and went back upstairs, sending Scott that text message before he went and finally took a shower.

*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

The Grand Marquis sighed after he heard Stiles' story. "Of course Burke would sacrifice himself for you."

"I should have stayed there and helped him but…"

"If you stayed you would have been captured as well. But not all is lost." Stiles looked up and saw Marchosias walk towards a window in the room—rare since they were all underground—but it was a window that looked down below onto the long tunnels of the hellhounds' secret city. "You and Burke have a connection that is like a family bond. Though you may hate this fact Stiles, it is true. You are both connected through your similarities—a willing to protect, your uniqueness, and strong headlong endurance." Marchosias looked back to Stiles and nudged his head back to ask Stiles to come to the window. Stiles walked over to the Grand Marquis, standing beside him as they both looked out onto the city. "… When I fell from Heaven I knew immediately that what I had done was a mistake. Hell was definitely not as Lucifer had described it. So I, not being able to just go back into Heaven, decided to break apart and do my duties I had as an angel as a demon. I built this city with flame and stone and watched as my species grew and the opinion they have on me never change."

"Marchosias, what is the point of telling me this? All hellhounds know of your story and of our origin."

"Don't you ever wonder how is it I know where all of you are at in any given moment?" Stiles nodded his head. "All hellhounds have this, but they just don't know of it. Positioning works between hellhounds with close bonds—I have bonds with all of the hellhounds but with my higher ranked hellhounds—you and Burke as examples—my bonds are closer, and thus I know where you two are before all else. Your bond you share with Burke, though it may not be as strong as the bond you have with your siblings, you should be able to locate him and with that you would also locate…"

"… The alpha…"

"Burke knew of this power. I told him this before he left to work with you… he knew that if one of you remained beside the alpha, the other would always know where the alpha is."

"But then that would have to mean that Burke had to trust that I would find out about this… he couldn't be sure…"

"Oh buy he could. It's the bond you two share. He knew that you would come to me to seek advice." Marchosias looked down at the smaller hellhound. "You sought advice and I gave it to you… now… to explain how positioning works…"

*The Hellhounds of Beacon Hills*

"Ugh… where is he?" Scott asked himself as he paced in front of the school. Lydia was probably already waiting for them inside the school and being at the school this late was not a good thing—seeing as last time Derek almost died. Scott pulled out his phone and saw that he had no new messages. Great.

"Scott!" The echo-like voice called out. Scott looked out towards the direction of the sound and saw Stiles, in his hellhound form, run up to him, shifting just steps before sopping. "Sorry I'm late but I lost track of time as I was going around and… what?"

Scott was looking up and down him, seeing the other teen wear clothes that were much too big for him and looked a lot like Derek's style. "Um… your clothes?"

"Oh fuck." Stiles cursed when he realized that he was still wearing Derek's clothing that he leant him. "I don't suppose you have an extra jacket?"

"I don't but here…" Scott pulled his black hoody over his head and handed it to Stiles. "This is better than wearing that."

"But what about you? Won't you be cold?"

"Nah, I'm fine. Let's just hurry up and talk to Lydia. She must be pissed because we're late."

"Yeah… about that… sorry again bro. As I said before I was busy and—"

"Hey it's alright. I can't even begin to imagine all the work you have to do as a hellhound so I'm sure it's fine."

"Thanks Scott. You're the best friend a guy could ask for."

"Aren't I you're only friend?" Scott asked but quickly added on, "Well, I suppose Burke's a friend too right? And Allison and even Derek right?"

"Burke's questionable but you're my only best friend Scott. Sure I have the others but you're the only one (besides Derek…) that I can trust."

"In that case we should probably get this over with shouldn't we?"

"I guess… let's not keep Lady Lydia waiting any longer."

*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

Peter sighed again as he had his nurse kick the hellhound again. "I'm not going to ask again… where is the entrance to get into the hellhound world?"

"As if… I'd tell you that… even if you are m-my alpha…" Burke responded as he panted and slowly got onto his feet.

Peter motioned again to the nurse and she kicked him again, this time sending him flying to the other wall in Peter's recovery room. "Fine then… if you won't tell me that you can tell me where the other hellhound is at correct?"

"Never." Burke answered immediately and without his voice wavering. "I won't betray my Grand Marquis and Stiles above all else. I'd rather die first."

Peter watched the injured hellhound with intrigued eyes. "…That can be arranged you know?"

Burke grinned then. "Where can I get my ticket for the show then?"

"Hmm… not quite yet hellhound. I'm going to push you a bit farther first. There's always a breaking point." He motioned again and the nurse went over to Burke, she cracking her knuckles as she did so.

Burke sighed heavily and pressed himself closer to the wall in a fruitless attempt to go around being injured some more. The sounds of punches and kicks colliding with the hellhound was heard in the room as Peter turned around and looked into a mirror in his room. In the reflection was his still injured face and in the background the nurse attacking Burke. He sighed and looked closer at his face. "I think I'm done with this façade of me still needing recuperation, Jennifer." He said as he talked to his nurse. The attacks stopped for a moment while Jennifer the nurse looked back to her alpha. He cracked his shoulders and stretched his neck muscles as his face slowly healed, he returning to what he once used to look. "Also… I don't think I told you to stop."

Almost immediately the punches and kicks started again and Peter smirked to himself in the mirror.

*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

"And viola. A homemade bomb." Lydia finished as she handed off the finished and closed concoction to Stiles.

"That… was actually very interesting. Thanks Lydia." Stiles said with a smile as he held the bottle carefully.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Scott asked as he looked at the flash bomb.

"I read on the internet how to do it." Both boys looked at her then with raised brows. "I was bored aright? I looked up something interesting."

"No—it's no problem. Thanks for this." Stiles said quickly hoping to not anger the girl before him.

Suddenly Scott got a text and he looked at it, smiling as he did so. "It's Allison."

"It's always Allison." Stiles chuckled softly.

"Well, I'm outta here." Lydia said then as she grabbed her stuff and began to leave the room. "Clean up for me would you?" She asked as she disappeared into the hallway.

Stiles and Scott turned to each other then and spoke at the same time.

"I'll help you clean up."

"I've got this Scott, just go."

The two looked at each other for a moment before Stiles began again. "Just go Scott. I'll just text Derek to come pick me up."

"A-are… Are you sure?"

"Yeah, man. Don't keep Allison waiting."

Scott grinned then and nodded. "Thanks bro. You're also the best friend a guy could have."

"Don't waste time by using my own words back at me Scott. Just go." Stiles said as he placed down the homemade bomb and pulled out his phone to text Derek.

Scott chuckled then. "Alright. See you tomorrow then Stiles." Scott proceeding to leave the room.

"Yep." Stiles said simply as he sent the text and began to clean up the chemistry room, he receiving a confirmation text from Derek saying that he would be there within fifteen minutes.

After he was done he picked up the bomb again and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him with the lock before he continued on. He looked at the halls of the school and agreed with himself mentally that the school at night was extremely creepy; especially what with the memory of Derek almost dying still fresh in his mind. He sighed to himself and went outside into the cool night air, realizing then that he still had Scott's jacket. He cursed to himself for forgetting to give the teen werewolf his jacket back but shrugged soon after. He'd give it back to him tomorrow. As Stiles stood outside of the school he saw the lights of a van come towards him. Recognizing the van as Chris Argent's van he quickly booked it to hide behind some bushes.

The van pulled up to the spot where Stiles stood and Chris and two other hunters exited the vehicle and looked around. Chris walked up right next to the bushes Stiles was hiding behind and he held his breath and froze in spot. Thankfully the bushes were really big (height and width wise) but they were prickly. Chris spoke then, to the hunters, which made Stiles jump slightly. "Let's go in. Maybe we can find some clues about what happened here all those days ago."

Stiles blinked and watched as the hunters began their search. No wonder Allison texted Scott. She was probably alone in the house. Meanwhile the hunters began heading towards the doors Stiles had left from earlier. He left them unlocked since he had nothing to lock them with and he knew that it would be a red flag to the hunters. Before anything though he sent another quick text to Derek, informing him about the hunters being there. "Hey, the door's unlocked." One of the hunters said then which made the hellhound jump again.

"Strange. Shouldn't it be locked?" Said the other.

Finally Chris pushed the door open all the way. "It should be…" He said but soon quickly went in, the others following after him.

Stiles then waited for the door to close before he began to sneak behind the bushes towards somewhere else other than his current spot. As he moved the bushes did as well and as he neared the corner of the wall he heard the van door open and close again. Stiles froze and glanced back and nearly groaned at his life and his luck. Victoria Argent stood by the van, her shotgun in one hand as she looked towards the bushes.

Well… shit. Stiles thought as he breathed in and slowly exhaled through his mouth. He couldn't shift and run for he had to keep the bottle safe and carrying the glass in his mouth was just not safe, especially since it was a bomb and he didn't know if the heat of his hellhound body might make the thing go off. Victoria walked forward as she lifted the shotgun and held it with both hands. Stiles just couldn't believe his luck and he thought for sure he was going to be found out when suddenly the sound of glass breaking was heard and Victoria looked back to the van to see that the driver's window had been broken.

She turned and walked back to the van, abandoning the moving bushes. Stiles then quickly, but carefully, continued his trek behind the bushes and went around the corner, continuing on before he ran out from the bushes and into the parking lot. He ran, carefully holding the bomb in his hands, when two headlights flicked on and then off again to his right. Stopping he looked in the direction and saw the familiar black Camaro hidden in the shadows on the road. He booked it over there and jumped into the passenger seat beside Derek.

"Stiles, are you alrigh—"

Stiles leaned over and pressed him lips to Derek's, the hellhound's lips being the only ones that were moving since the werewolf was stunned. Stiles leaned back into his seat and snapped his seatbelt in place. "Thank you so much Derek. I thought I was a goner for sure."

Derek grunted as he shook his head slightly and started the car, he leaving the lights off until he turned away from the school. "You're welcome." He simply said though he also wanted to add that he would never let anything happen to Stiles—not if he could help it.

"Was it you that distracted Victoria away from me?"

"Yeah…"

"How?"

"… A rock."

"You threw a rock into the window?" Stiles sounded, his excitement growing.

"Yeah…" Derek repeated again as he focused on the road.

"Ah God…" Stiles sighed happily. "I love you."

Derek accidentally slammed on the breaks but quickly recovered as he continued driving. "W-what?"

The hellhound giggled then and looked out the window, a blush climbing onto his cheeks. "You heard me."

A blush too formed on Derek's face but he quickly shook it off. He can't let this get to him. He couldn't do anything to Stiles. Not yet. Did the hellhound forget about the whole 'getting permission to be together' thing? Certainty not he would hope because the hellhound was really playing with that switch in his head that makes him just want to take him. When they arrived at Derek's home, Derek couldn't have been anymore happier. The air in the car was getting really tense—in the sexual means—and he just needed air. Derek exited the car first and took a deep calming breath while Stiles got out casually. The two went inside the home and Stiles went and placed the homemade bomb in a safe place in the pantry (because that's where one keeps a bomb in their home).

"Was that the bomb?" Derek asked then as he watched Stiles go to the fridge and get a glass of juice.

"Yeah. With any luck it'll actually work. Not that I doubt Lydia and her smarts but I'm still worried about it." And like that Stiles was back to normal (he putting the gallon of juice back in the fridge as he began to drink). Derek blinked and rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes. This hellhound was going to be the death of him… he feels as if he said that before… "Hey… Derek?" Stiles began there while Derek continued rubbing his eyes. "I know I probably shouldn't ask this but… you love me too right?"

Derek stopped rubbing his eyes and slowly brought his hands down to look at Stiles. Stiles was standing in the kitchen at an angle to Derek, the now empty glass in hand and his head turned towards the werewolf. The air was a bit thick, but it wasn't too horrible. "… Of course… why do you ask?"

"Well… I asked the Grand Marquis why we have to go through with this and… and he said to test you—and me. It's… it's happened before that other supernaturals get close to hellhounds to use us. Humans are no problem but… Marchosias told me he just wanted to make sure you wouldn't use me."

"I would never use you." Derek responded, slightly insulted. He's been the one that has been protecting Stiles all this time—sure he's been a bit overprotective but it was because he cares and he loves the hellhound. Not once did the werewolf think to use the other.

Stiles smiled softly then. "Good." Stiles placed the glass he had been using for juice down in the sink and approached the werewolf, his left reaching up to caress the werewolf's face while the other reached up and grabbed a branch of stephanotis(1) flowers that grew randomly from the ceiling, the green vines the flowers came from spontaneously combusting into nothing above them. "We got approval."

"…" Derek just stood there as he stared at the branch of flowers that Stiles held in his hands. Stiles chuckled softly and leaned up to press his lips to Derek's.

This time Derek moved back, his arms snacking around the hellhound as he hugged the other close. Stiles moaned softly as Derek's tongue invaded his mouth. Stiles didn't even want to fight for dominance, he let the other's tongue explore while his own tongue brushed up against the other every now and again. When they pulled away Derek picked up the other into his arms, bridal style, and carried him up the stairs, once again to Derek's bedroom.

After tossing the hellhound onto the bed Derek climbed onto him and began to kiss him again, their tongues sliding against each other blissfully. Stiles hands wrapped around the werewolf's neck as he brought him closer and closer. Derek's own hands went up and down Stiles' body, eventually reaching the bottom hem of the teen's shirt (well, Derek's shirt) before slipping his hand underneath. Stiles shivered, for Derek's hand was cold, but soon he relaxed as that hand started playing with his nipples. Stiles sighed and turned his face away to break the kiss. "Y-your… your hands are cold."

"Warm 'em." Derek commanded and Stiles closed his eyes as he let his body feel. Derek then began kissing all over Stiles' face and neck. He was kissing every freckle he saw and eventually the werewolf began to lick at the hellhound's ear.

Another shiver shook through Stiles but this one was of pleasure. He soon pushed the other back, Derek's hand having to stop touching Stiles' body. Stiles kicked off his shoes with his feet as he lifted the baggy shirt and Scott's hoody up at once before tossing it aside somewhere. Derek soon followed suit, he moving to the corner of the bed to remove his jacket, shirt, shoes and pants, leaving him only in his boxers before returning to the hellhound who was at that time only in his briefs and waiting for the werewolf. Derek went forward and attacked the hellhound this time kissing all over his body; his shoulders chest, arms and of course his face and neck.

Stiles was a moaning mess underneath Derek. It didn't help that he was a virgin and being kissed by his first and only love of his life (no matter how short it's been). "D-Derek…"

Derek heard the mewling of the hellhound below him and licked a path up from the top of the briefs to Stiles' ear. Stiles lifted his torso up as he shivered, his arms going back around Derek's neck while he lifted one leg to go around Derek's lower body. Derek growled then, not threateningly but in arousal. He quickly pulled the briefs off and tossed them aside, his mouth immediately going around Stiles half hard length. The teen gasped loudly—at first the cold air hitting his length made his shiver but then Derek's warm mouth around his was even more of a shock.

Derek was licking the head and up and down the underside of the teen's manhood delicately and possessively at the same time. How long has Derek waited to do this to him Stiles wandered as he bucked his hips up. Derek growled again and with one hand he held the hips of the teen down while with the other he pumped the base of Stiles' dick. "Shit…" Stiles whimpered as one hand threaded through the werewolf's hair. He had the urge to buck his hips up again but Derek held him down again so Stiles was beginning to piece together that perhaps bucking up was a bad thing.

But then Stiles lost his ability to think as Derek twisted his head around the tip of Stiles' dick. A loud moan escaped Stiles' lips and his vision was beginning to blur as he felt himself reach his end. "Derek…" Stiles whimpered again. "I-I-I…"

Derek lifted his mouth away for a second only to say, "Go ahead Stiles," before going back sucking Stiles. With a loud moan and a whimper Stiles released into Derek's mouth, the werewolf lapping it up like it was water and he was in the middle of the desert. Even afterwards while Stiles was getting over his high Derek licked the left over juices on the teen's length, savoring the taste.

"D-Derek…" Stiles sighed.

Derek licked his lips and leaned forward to place kisses at Stiles' neck before kissing his lips again, Stiles being slightly turned on from tasting his own come on Derek's tongue. "Mine." Derek nearly growled.

"… Yes…" Stiles agreed as he and Derek kissed deeply.

Derek soon brought up his right hand to Stiles' mouth. "Suck." He commanded and Stiles gulped in both anticipation and nervousness. He knew what would happen after this. With a deep blush on his face Stiles took Derek's fingers into his mouth and licked them thoroughly, sucking and popping sounds echoing in the room. Stiles felt extremely embarrassed as he felt Derek's hard stare on him as he sucked his fingers. But the embarrassment soon ended when Derek deemed his fingers wet enough before bringing one hand down Stiles' body and around to start fingering Stiles, the hellhound grunting and withering beneath him as he did so. With one hand Derek removed the teen's underwear while the other moved lower. Derek began to circle Stiles' virgin hole before pressing one finger inside slowly, he not wanting to hurt the younger. Stiles hissed in pain and Derek pressed his lips again to every freckle he saw on Stiles' face as he pressed his finger deeper before waiting for the younger to get used to it.

After a while Derek pressed another finger in, this time a bit faster though he was still being considerate. The werewolf was beginning to get impatient as the anticipation to finally claim Stiles grew. Stiles gasped at the addition of the second finger but he got used to it faster than the first. Derek soon added a third finger and once again Stiles gasped but this time he lifted his hip upwards as the finger was being added. Derek began to stretch the hellhound below him, his fingers slowly going deeper and deeper and Stiles was quickly prepared. Derek soon pulled out his fingers and removed his own boxers as he positioned himself between Stiles' legs, pulling the appendages as far apart as he could. Stiles stared at Derek's massive length, it throbbing as it was positioned to the stretched hole.

Derek stopped then and looked up to Stiles, wanting some sort of confirmation before continuing because as impatient as he was, he didn't want to hurt him. Stiles slowly nodded and Derek smiled faintly. "Relax…" He advised, which Stiles quickly followed, and Derek slowly pushed in. Stiles gasp in shock and initial pain as Derek pushed himself all the way in, stopping then to kiss the tears that had left Stiles' eyes and kiss his lips. It was meant to reassure him and distract him from the pain as he adjusted… it worked. Soon Stiles felt used to it and was the first to thrust, pulling back slightly before doing so.

Derek groaned before he took over, he beginning his thrusts slowly, as to not hurt the teen, before increasing his pace. Stiles held on tightly to Derek's neck as Derek continued thrusting, one arm pushing one slender leg onto his shoulder while the other held him up. The panting, moaning and grunts was all the two heard in their ears as the two entered bliss. Stiles' vision was beginning to blur while Derek was hitting his prostate with every thrust. "Derek! Ah-hah, Derek…!"

"Stiles…"

"G-Genim…" Derek slowed his pace but Stiles soon elaborated. "My… real name's Genim…"

Derek sighed softly and kissed Stiles, the moment his lips left Stiles' he muttered the name. "Genim…"

A shiver went down Stiles' spine and Derek continued his thrusts at full pace. This continued on, both of them calling the other's name until their climax. Stiles came first, his come spurting onto both of their chests. Derek rode out Stiles' climax until he came as well, deep inside Stiles. He continued weekly thrusting into the hellhound for a few more seconds before pulling out and collapsing besides Stiles. Their pants were echoing in each other's ears and soon Stiles turned onto his side towards Derek and hazel eyes looked into chocolate brown. "… I love you Derek…"

"… I love you too Genim..." Derek replied as he pulled the other close to his body and kissing him once more. He then worked the covers so that they were under them, Stiles embraced closely to his sweat covered body in a possessive hug.

Stiles edged even closer as he set his head on the crook of the werewolf's arm and slowly closed his eyes. Derek pressed his lips to the top of the hellhound's head before he too closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.

*The Hellhound of Beacon Hills*

Well… there's that. Please review!

1: The flower that means good luck. They're small and white with five petals and a usually pale yellow center.