Stiles wasn't sure how long he had been asleep for. He groaned as he sat up but felt relief when he realised that he was no longer in his previous state of agonising pain. For now, he just felt a slight tightness in his muscles and the sluggish feeling that came with the morphine. Stiles stared around the familiar scenery of the hospital room, he had bad and good memories in this hospital and looking around he wasn't really sure how he should feel about it.
The door opened softly and Dereks head poked around the corner with a hesitant furrow in his brows. Stiles smiled warmly at the sight of Derek and sat up straighter to greet him.
"You're awake." He smiled, stepping into the room fully and instantly taking Stiles hand into his. Stiles blushed lightly at the forwardness of Derek but decided quickly that he liked that Derek was being like this, even though he wasn't sure how long it would last for.
Derek sat down on Stiles bed and stared down at their conjoined hands, Derek thumb forming circles on his skin. The silence cocooned around them and the rest of their surroundings soon became forgotten. They breathed and bathed in the presence of each other and for that small moment Stiles had no harbouring thoughts in his mind.
However, the moment had to come to an end as a small knock awoke both of them from each other.
"Hey Stiles." Scott smiled, his eyes crinkled slightly in his familiar way and his shoulders hunched slightly.
"Scott you're okay." Stiles breathed out in relief, he knew that they were okay, but that still hadn't abated his anxiety until he had seen them.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I should be the one relieved about you, you know?" Stiles chuckled lightly. He was still mad at Stiles for being so selfless, but this was not something that Scott could stop Stiles from doing and really, he was just glad that he was okay.
The two spoke of the happenings of the night before, Derek still hadn't moved his hand from Stiles and Stiles trying not to blush from embarrassment refused to look at their adjoined hands. Soon the Sheriff too bustled in his face flushed red and his breathing fast.
"Woah Dad are you okay?" Stiles asked, instantly taking his hand out of Dereks and nearly jumping out of bed.
"I heard that you woke up and I rushed from the station."
Stiles relaxed slightly and settled back down. The Sheriff shot a slight warning glare at Derek seeing how close the two were sitting next to each other and stepped closer to his son.
"How are you feeling?" The Sheriff asked, his forehead creased with worry.
"I'm feeling fine, just a bit sluggish from the morphine but that's about it."
"Good." The Sheriff nodded. Scott smiled at the now awkward feeling of the room. The Sheriff and Derek had a small stare off, with Stiles caught in the middle and having no idea what to do. The air of the room soon began to clear when Melissa walked into the room.
"Stiles you're awake!" She then shoved herself beside the Sheriff and pinched his arm slightly.
"Don't be stressing out Stiles now Sheriff." She warned. She sent a sweet smiles towards Stiles and Derek.
"I'll get the doctor to take one last look at you and then you should be good to go." She said giving Stiles a gentle squeeze of the shoulder.
"Thanks Melissa." Stiles gratefully smiled at her, the only good thing about this hospital was the company of Melissa. The Sheriff checked his phone a few times before sighing and rising from his chair.
"I better head off, Derek probably best you take him home." The Sheriff gave a small warning look to Derek and a gentle smile to Stiles before leaving the room. Stiles slightly shocked that his Dad was being so understanding stopped him from saying goodbye as his dad left.
Scott cleared his throat to notify that he was still present in the room.
"I better head off too, I've got a morning class tomorrow." He sighed, he crossed over to Stiles and gave him a gentle hug.
"Be safe will yah?" He chuckled. Stiles stuck out his tongue in an immature way but smiled fondly at his best friend.
"Thank you for the help." He said,
"Always, what's a best friend for?" Scott smirked.
Scott left, now just leaving Derek and Stiles to their own company. There was a moment of silence for the two, as really, they weren't really sure what to say.
Stiles tried going over multiple conversation starters in his, but they all just ended with him uselessly saying sorry to Derek for not telling him about him being poisoned.
"Stiles." Derek began just as Stiles opened his mouth. Derek paused, giving Stiles time to say what he wanted to say, but Stiles blushed and looked away so Derek continued.
Derek leaned forward and took both of Stiles hands and cradled them in his own.
"I'm sorry." Derek grunted out, but his eyes never wavered from Stiles. Stiles breathe caught in his throat, and suddenly words were exploding out of his mouth.
"Sorry?" Sorry for what, it's my fault that I kept it from you and practically ghosted you. It was stupidly selfish, and I should've just gone straight to you when I was bit in the first place."
Derek shook his head, utter disbelief on his face.
"Stiles there was nothing selfish about your actions at all, really they were selfless and stupid."
Stiles didn't know what to say, he wasn't used to Derek being quite level-headed, maybe he was still in shock and wasn't able to get angry yet. Stiles just shrugged aside the thoughts and gave Derek a soft smile.
"Lets just try and not keep things from each other from now on." Derek said, bringing Stiles hand up to his lips and brushing a kiss against the knuckles.
Stiles shuddered slightly at the touch, his mind suddenly going back to the time in his car.
"Yeah I guess I can agree to that."
Derek smiled wide, "good."
The doctor didn't take long to come do one final assessment of Stiles, he seemed happy with the results and gave the all clear for Stiles to be discharged. Stiles dad had brought him a change of clothes and Stiles happily went into the bathroom to change after his IV had been taken out.
Derek waited by his side, watching him with eyes so full of emotion that Stiles couldn't help but shy away whenever he caught Derek's eye for too long.
Stiles now dressed and excited to leave heaved his bag over his shoulder and smiled wide at Derek.
"Right I'm all ready to go."
Derek nodded and stepped towards Stiles taking the bag from his hand. Stiles pouted slightly, "I'm not incapable of carrying my own bags, you know?"
"Just let me help you."
Stiles grumbled but let Derek continue with taking his bag, he was still feeling kinda achy, but he didn't want to admit it.
The drive home was silent but not awkward, Derek kept one of Stiles hand in his own on his lap the whole drive, Stiles kept looking back down at their adjoined hands every now and then, he never would of thought that they would ever be in a relationship like this.
Derek stopped in the driveway of Stiles house, still holding Stiles hand, he seemed lost in thought with his eyebrows knitted together and a small frown curving his lips.
"What's going on in there?" Stiles asked softly, watching Derek closely.
"Stiles there's something that I found out recently."
Stiles heart quickened slightly.
"And what was that?"
Derek shook his head, seemingly clearing his thoughts. "Lets talk inside."
Stiles nodded, he had no idea what Derek wanted to talk about, but he had a small inkling that it probably related to him and his relationship with Derek.
Derek carried in Stiles bag and followed Stiles to his bedroom, Stiles plopped down on his bed and lied back sighing with relief at being back in his own bed again. After having to sleep on an uncomfortable armchair and a couch then a hospital bed, his bed all of a sudden felt like a cloud in heaven.
Derek sat down on Stiles computer chair and turned to him, his hands balled up in fists together, his face tight with worry.
"Derek what's wrong?" Stiles asked, he quickly went to Derek and loosened his hands fisted together. He wasn't really sure what was causing Derek, everything had been solved had it not? The snakes were dead, Stiles was now alive and cured, there should be no reason for worry.
"Stiles do you know much about wolves and their mates?" Derek asked, Stiles hadn't expected a question like this at all, he thought back to all the folklore he had read, but really, he didn't know much.
Stiles shook his head. "No not really, why?"
Derek looked up from the floor and straight into Stiles eyes. "Werewolves are said to have ones that are destined for them, ones that are the perfect match as a life partner."
Stiles didn't say anything, and Derek continued. "Its rare for us to be able to find our mates, as its only ever one person that is for us. Yes, you can fall in love easily with others, but when you find your mate, they become the single most important person to you."
Derek didn't look away, "you can meet your mate when they are a baby, or when they are a teenager, but you wont know who your mate is until both you and your mate are an adult."
Stiles now spoke. "Okay Derek and why are you telling me all this?"
"Because I found my mate." He softly spoke, his warm breathe fanning across Stiles nose and lips. Stiles took a breathe in and took a step back, shock muting his system.
Derek had found his mate? What did that mean for them, what did that mean for the feelings that he had developed for Derek?
"Stiles do you not want to know who that is?"
Stiles shook his head; he would rather just curl into a ball right now.
A low nervous chuckle escaped Derek's lips and Stiles was about to go into a fit of rage for this was not a laughing matter, but then Derek's lips was on his. The fire that he had always felt for Derek exploded and the kiss soon became hungry and insatiable. Their teeth clashed and their tongues fought. The kiss didn't last long enough though for Derek separated their lips and in a breathless breathe whispered, "It's you."
Stiles gasped and met Dereks eyes.
"Me?" Stiles choked out.
"Yes, I don't know why I didn't realise it sooner, but when you nearly died I realised that I had found my mate and that my mate is you."
Stiles chuckled lightly, for he was suddenly filled with so much relief.
"Can I tell you something now?" Stiles asked, a slight sparkle of mischief in his eyes.
"What ever you want." Derek said leaning his forehead against Stiles.
"I love you."
Derek eyes flashed blue and his lips instantly met Stiles. Stiles had never seen Derek act this way before, never seen him so out of control, but so free at the same time. Dereks mouth hungrily swallowed in each bit of skin that it came in contact with. Stiles squirmed and bucked with each love bite that Derek left. His jeans now were tight and painful, he needed release desperately.
Derek soon made his way down to Stiles jeans and swiftly took them off in one movement along with Stiles underwear. Stiles gasped with the release of the tension, his dick instantly bouncing up and alert. Dereks mouth enveloped around Stiles dick and swallowed him with ease. Dereks tongue swirled here and there, his teeth slightly scraping the tip to tease. Stiles couldn't stop thrusting his hips upward with the movement bobbing of Dereks head, he was so close now.
Stiles screamed when he orgasm finally rocked through his body. He twitched here and there as he was coming down from the high of one of the best orgasms he had had.
Derek however wasn't about to finish this yet. He moved back up Stiles body, his eyes dark with lust and another emotion that Stiles couldn't place. Dereks lips once again met Stiles and the two hungrily kissed, their bodies moving against one another, Stiles could feel Dereks erection screaming to be released too. Stiles broke from the kiss and with a lot of effort flipped Derek on to his back. Stiles straddled Derek, he took off Dereks shirt with the help of Derek himself. Stiles began to leave love bites of his own across Dereks chest.
Small growls of approval left Dereks lips as Stiles kissed and bit and sucked. These growls soon began to turn into small groans and moans as Stiles moved down to the hard erection of Derek. Stiles had a bit of difficulty removing Dereks jeans, but soon they were removed and Dereks erection waiting for the attention that it so desperately needed.
Stiles lips kissed around the head of his dick, teasing slightly which rewarded him with a warning growl from Derek and hands tightly fisted in his hair. Stiles didn't tease for long and soon took in the length of Derek. Derek seemed to have gained some control back and his hips twitched but didn't thrust upwards.
Stiles continued to do what he knew best, he nipped, his swirled his tongue, he used his hand to stroke what he could not take into his mouth and soon precum was oozing out of Derek. Stiles stopped then, he popped off Dereks dick and looked up to Derek.
"I want to do it." Stiles whispered out. Dereks eyes flashed neon blue again and Derek instantly flipped them over.
"Are you sure, I don't know how much I can keep control if we do." He grunted out.
Stiles heart raced, but he had never felt so sure.
"Yes, I'm sure."
Derek nodded and Stiles opened his legs to welcome Derek. Derek quickly stroked the half hard Stiles, which caused him to go fully hard and Stiles moaned whilst he rummaged through his draw to find the lube.
"Here." He said handing the lube and the condom to Derek. Derek took both, ripping the condom packet open with his mouth and placing the condom onto his dick. Stiles breathed out and shivered.
That was hot.
Derek squeezed out some lube onto his fingers and slowly placed a finger inside Stiles, Stiles was no stranger to being bottom, but he hadn't had sex in so long. He gasped slightly at the intrusion, but there was no pain. Dereks finger moved in and out, slow and exploring. Derek watched the reactions that Stiles gave from different angles and soon Derek found Stiles sweet spot.
"Oh." Stiles gasped he lifted his hips up as Derek went back and hit that spot again. Tension began building in his abdomen.
"More." He gasped out.
Derek obliged and inserted another finger, he scissored Stiles slowly and teasingly, seeming to enjoy the now begging reactions that Stiles was giving.
"Derek." He gasped out, he needed more, he needed more so badly.
"Tell me what you want Stiles."
"I want you." He gasped out again as Derek hit his sweet spot.
"Tell me exactly what you want." Derek murmured, his voice low and thick.
"I want your dick inside me." Stiles moaned out, not caring about being embarrassed at all.
Derek growled and bit Stiles lightly on the shoulder, Stiles could feel Dereks body adjusting and lining up to Stiles entrance, Derek applied lube to himself and quickly but slowly entered Stiles. Stiles nearly came just from the feeling of being so full. He just realised that he had not taken someone so big like Derek before, he didn't know this feeling of being so full.
Derek soon was fully entered into Stiles, Stiles arms quickly grasped onto Dereks shoulders as Derek began moving. Derek began with long and full thrusts, but soon his control began to slip as his own orgasm began to build. His thrusts turned to quick and shallow, but Stiles didn't care he was so close now, so very close.
Stiles shuddered as his orgasm finally unfurled the tension in his abdomen, his cum squirted out all over his stomach as Derek kept thrusting into him and soon he was cumming too. Derek moaned out his name as he came.
After lightly cleaning up, they curled into each other's arms their breathing calm and warm. Stiles had never felt so safe in someone's arms before and fell asleep with a slight smile on his lips.