Ep7.2
All that could be heard were clashing roars. Derek met Peter's punch head on, literally catching his uncle's fist. It was very masculine and Stiles could be forgiven for finding it very sexy.
Peter growled, "It should be mine."
"Power is earned not given." Derek explained with sadness in his voice. Stiles knew that that one sentence explained all the differences between Uncle and Nephew; also, all the reasons why Derek should be the Alpha and not Peter.
He was searching the edges of Peter's soul for want of a better word and it made him want to curl away in disgust. The very nature of his resurrection was offending him; The taint of black magic was making his hackles rise - quite literally.
He decided that Peter was Derek's problem. It did not sit right but he knew that he had to leave the final decision up to the Alpha. If he had learned one thing from his grandparent was don't make war in your marriage bed. It never ended well and you could rock the house, quite literally - and not in the fun way.
Stiles was going to take advantage of the fight and moved over to see if Lydia was okay. She was not the type to shrink away and he wanted to make sure that Peter's little haunting had not caused any lingering side-effects. "Lyd's.?"
She looked at him and the crazed look, probably the horror of watching the creeper be resurrected was, was very much evident. "Why is he back?"
"Because he is a crazy-smart-creeper wolf and resurrected himself." Stiles said aiming for normal - knowing that when she did recover. Knowing Lydia, Stiles knew that it wouldn't be long before she was back in fighting form. She would be pissed that anyone had seen this melt-down,
"Why have you not killed his ass?" She demanded.
Stiles bit back a smile as she was seemingly already coming out of her shell with just his reappearance. "I would dearly love to ..."
In fact, that was not even the half of it. It was a case of Stiles would love nothing more - the minute he had seen Peter risen from the grave, he had considered a hundred different ways he could kill him. He was dismissing them as quick as he thought of them as they were not vindictive enough. The only trouble was whilst he understood this was not his fight - it was Derek's but Lydia didn't know that yet. He understood that Peter was the last of Derek's blood and with him being the Alpha - he needed to be the one to choose.
Lydia was definitely recovering, "But?"
"This is Derek's fight." Stiles clearly let his emotions show as thankfully he was not asked any more questions.
Stiles was glad that Lydia was there as she gave him a distraction. She was good enough to stop him jumping in. He was not sorry though - he was letting Derek fight his own battles but if by some small miracle Peter looked like he was close to winning. Stiles would step in and make it up to Derek.
Stiles knew this was not a small fight - it was bloody and vicious. Derek was making it known to Peter that he was the Alpha now and he would not surrender the position. This was his lover and mate at his most primal. He was making Peter submit with each roar, each clash of claws and especially as he was leaving behind vicious claw marks. Stiles could see the moment where Peter knew that unless he could pull the same trick twice - he would be dead again very soon. He bared his neck. This was it. The one moment that would define everything. Stiles waited with baited breath.
Would Derek accept his submission or tear his throat with his teeth?
Stiles knew which option he and Lydia were routing for.
Sadly Derek didn't take their preferred route. Oh, and if that wasn't enough drama the whole pack arrived obviously driven by the distress that they could feel through the bond. Stiles had to smile as the pack played to their strengths. Jackson, Danny and Isaac flew to Lydia's side. Meanwhile Erica, Boyd, Stiles, Allison and Ethan were backing up Stiles.
Stiles was listening to the pack with a fond smile, "Who is that?"
Scott gasped recognising that smell. He didn't think he could ever forget the smell of the one who turned him - ever. He did not know how he was back and Derek's distress suddenly made more sense. "Peter!"
Stiles just wanted this whole night over to be over with and he could see that Derek was starting to lose patience. As much as he was willing to let the final decision rest with his wolfy boo he wanted it settled - soon. Mainly as he had been away from Derek for a whole week and he really wanted to catch up with his mate in private. "Derek kill him or accept him but I need to be claimed tonight!"
It was a subtle challenge and only Stiles in his position could do it and they all knew it. Peter looked up at his nephew and knew that he had one moment to get it right. He had not been right in the head when he had killed Laura but now he had no excuse. The madness was gone and there was only him left in its place. It was not a nice feeling as he alone was responsible for his actions - and some of them he would be forced to own up.
"Let me make it right Alpha!" Peter asked. He should beg - it would be the smart option but he knew that in doing so he could sound false.
"You killed Laura!"
Peter let his emotions show, "I know and I can't take it back."
Derek was vulnerable and the pain he showed made want Stiles to forget all his ideals and just blast Peter back to heaven. He really wanted to but knew that Derek needed to do this. Right or wrong - it was his closure.
"I won't forget and I can't forgive easily." Stiles wanted to punch Peter just for making Derek feel that pain again. Derek was good though and he could feel Stiles support through the bond, "You will be pack adjacent and you will earn it. You will have to make it right with all the members of the pack .. including Lydia."
The pack all crowded around their Alpha and his mate. Peter watched on hungrily - seeing everything that he wanted again. He wanted a pack and if he could not be the leader then he would have to learn to create his own niche.
Stiles stared at him stonily. The boy was magnificent and he just knew that the pack was what it was right now because of the boy. There was always going to be a small part of him that wished he had got there before Derek. "You mess with my mate, or pack and there will be nothing left for any hunter or my father to identify. Clear?"
Peter stared into the honey-whiskey eyes that looked so like a werewolf and yet knew the shimmer showed him to be an entirely different type of being. "Crystal."
Lydia was looking disdainful, "It will be a cold day in hell before I forgive him."
Derek's eyes still hadn't bled back from Alpha red, "I know." He pulled Stiles close, grateful that considering the way this day had been going - he had doubted that he would ever get to do it again. "And that is why he has to make personal reparations."
Lydia had initially thought it was a monumentally stupid idea. She could not understand why Derek would make the decision apart from sentimentality. And yet before she could argue vehemently that it was a stupid idea - he went and tacked on a stipulation that made her smile. Well that and see just how much of an influence Stiles had had on their Alpha.
She looked at her Alpha, who was admittedly more interested in Stiles' neck right now and hummed, "This is why I like you."
Derek looked up and the wolf was clearly up near the surface as his fangs were down. Lydia was not bothered - she guessed that Stiles liked it as much as she did with Jackson. "Thank you."
Scotty bless his adorable heart looked confused, "What is wrong with the Alpha?"
It was adorkable but also cemented his place in the pack. It seemed that his authority issues were for the moment put to the bed. Jackson shared a smirk with Erica, "Should I?"
The blonde she-wolf grinned, like it was christmas, "Well Scott when a Daddy Alpha has missed his mate all week - he he has certain needs."
Lydia rolled her eyes, she was recovering and she could see a way to start to get her revenge against the wolf that had her haunted her mind for so long. "Go Alpha. Go claim your mate. We will see that Peter gets a room."
On a better day or week, Stiles and Derek would have resisted the easy way out. Not today. Tonight Stiles needed Derek in the most primal of ways. He had only one thought, "Bed."
Stiles had smartly managed to get a promise from Lydia to text his father. He didn't want his Dad to worry but there was no way that Derek was going to put him down, or, let him get away anytime soon. He just hoped Derek could keep it PG until they at least returned to the pack house. Derek was sniffing and licking his neck. Stiles was giggling as it was more ticklish than sexy right now. "Keep it in your pants sourwolf."
"Smell good," was the fanged response.
Stiles did not care that Derek was letting the wolf slip through. He loved all of Derek regardless of the form he was in. He wanted to make sure that Derek knew that he loved him no matter what. "You've just missed me."
Derek rumbled and if Stiles knew that it wouldn't throw him into a snit he would have laughed and called him a giant cat. He was strangely sensitive about such things, "Mate."
"Sure am, what are you going to do about it?" Stiles challenged.
Derek's eyes flashed red as he was hoisted up and thrown over Derek's shoulder. Stiles laughed breathlessly. He should be mad about Derek's cavemen routine, he wasn't- he just saw it as Derek being as desperate as he was.
They stumbled through the door of Derek's bedroom. If Stiles thought that Derek would let him go once they crossed the threshold of his bedroom, he would be wrong. He landed in heap on the bed. It was not an issue though as he was too distracted by Derek's wandering hands. It was like he was mapping everyone of his weakest points. He was groaning and whining for more, nearly the minute Derek's fingers ghosted around his nipple.
Derek looked down on him like he was a gift from the gods and that was a real ego boost. He pushed up against the wandering hand, gasping when it ghosted over his already weeping erection. "Don't tease me!"
Derek chuckled, "I'm just beginning."
Stiles threw his head against the pillow, knowing that he was in for a long night and somehow not caring. Hands had given away to teeth, and tongue. Stiles breath got shallower the closer Derek got to his dick. He needed more, more touching, more friction, more. And yet when Derek got to his dick - he moved past.
"Why do you hate me?" He whined.
Derek rolled his eyes as he licked a path, tracing the line of the natural v in his legs. "I don't. Anticipation makes it sweeter."
Stiles pouted, "Not so much ... " His sass was interrupted by Derek swallowing his dick down whole.
Derek looked at his mate with a wicked smirk. He had come to feel comfortable in his own skin as an Alpha but Stiles was the one to anchor him and make him believe. He also never felt more powerful than when Stiles fell apart under him. The primal part was glad that no one else got to see him like this. He wanted to taste all of his mate. He swallowed, watching Stiles arch up. He would have moved more but Derek had pinned his hips. He was moaning, he needed to cum so badly. "Please."
Derek pulled off and Stiles whimpered, despite his best efforts to keep it in. "Please what?"
Stiles looked disgruntled, "Let me come!"
Derek quirked his eyebrow in an infuriatingly sexy way. Stiles groaned but knew how to play dirty, "Alpha please."
Derek was the one to groan this time, his eyes flashing red hearing an acknowledgement of his role by his mate. He sucked Stiles again, and kept going. He tongued Stiles weeping slit. He felt the porgasm rock his mate and swallowed all of his spendings. He pulled away only once he had cleaned all of Stiles release.
Stiles looked at him fondly. If Derek had not just sucked his dick out with the most fantastic he might have made a crack about being a cat who got the cream rather than an alpha wolf. Instead he just felt sated, and happy. It was a long night and this was only round one.
Stiles looked at his mate lying in bed. They were both ridiculously sated and the happy type of exhausted from last night. In fact, Stiles stood up a little gently, he didn't care. He would limp lightly and wear a tee-shirt showing the smattering of liberal hickies he was wearing. It was not so much about being an exhibitionist but what is right for the pack. Stiles knew that the pack would have struggled with him being gone for the week, plus the drama of Peter's Lazarus special. If it took him smelling like Derek, then he would do it.
He walked into the kitchen intending to cook breakfast for all of the pack. As far as he knew Peter was under a house arrest and he had made his feelings pretty well known the night before. Derek may have given him the chance to become true pack again but Stiles could forgive or forget. So for the mean time - if Peter didn't want to have his insides rearranged then he would stay the hell away from Stiles. Better yet, Stiles might ask his grandma to a pay a visit.
Erica and Boyd looked up simultaneously, seeing Stiles come in. Stiles knew the importance of scenting but in truth he trailed his hand over them without thinking. The wolves all filtered in, as Stiles continued to cook and sat down looking like the eager puppies that that they claimed they were not.
It should have been a peaceful breakfast but that was when the awkward question was asked, "What are we doing with the iced Kanima downstairs?"