Hello!
Thank you for reading this story! I don't own Teen Wolf, I just like to play with the characters!
Here is my new chapter, there is a little smut in it!
Have fun!
Stiles knows he should be wary of walking into a home he doesn't know, but as soon as River led him into his house, Stiles was practically ecstatic. And the Alpha was rather poor in hiding it.
''Oh my god! Is that a head?! Holy shit! Did that painting just move? Please tell me that this is a real dinosaur bone!'' Stiles rapidly asked, or rather squealed, when he looked around the house that was invisible until River bodily moved him to the right spot in the forest.
''Dude! You have the most amazing house ever! Can I live with you? I don't know if my dad will agree, but I think I can talk him around.'' Stiles said while poking at one of the weird-looking jars on the wall before his hand was slapped away by an irate-looking River.
''Absolutely not. I rather swim through a sewer than have you living here.'' River replied with a sneer. Stiles pouted at the older man, but the man wasn't swayed by his puppy dog eyes. Dammit.
''Ah! Come on-''
''No. And if you keep this up, I will kick you out, and you can find another to help you save yourself and your pack. And that other Alpha.'' River added with a wave of his hand as if that was final.
That did shut Stiles up. He was here on a mission. He needed River's help, or at least he was ready to listen to the guy, and hopefully, his pack would kick the Darach's ass for abusing Derek like this.
Stiles could still see how Derek reacted when he and Allison barged into the loft just a couple of days ago. And he regretted every second of not noticing that something was wrong with the Alpha.
He held Allison's hand while walking up the stairs towards the loft. He doesn't even have to use his key to open the loft door but is halted in his steps as soon as he looks towards the bed.
Derek is on his back with an ecstatic-looking miss Blake above him. She is moaning with her head thrown back, that is until Stiles lets out a gasp. Then she scrambles for the blankets and tries to cover herself up while practically shrieking at Derek. ''Oh my god! Derek, I thought the door was locked!?''
Derek growls and does nothing to cover himself. Stiles can't help himself but look at the man. He can't help it. He knew that Derek was gorgeous, but see him naked really did fry Stiles' brain for a moment. ''What are you doing here?'' Derek snarls out.
Stiles feels his heart plummet and his stomach roll. Allison and Stiles thought Derek didn't want them because of their age, because everything else seemed to fit just perfectly. They were ready to wait for a couple of months, just until Stiles was eighteen too, before trying again, not quite seducing him, but just 'suggest' a couple of things.
They weren't stupid. Stiles and Allison both knew it was more than just attraction. So they were more than ready to wait. But this? This is just.. Stiles just doesn't have words for it, and that never happens. They never expected someone else to warm Derek's bed. Since they have known him, he wasn't even remotely interested in someone. Well, only in them, but he even kept his distance from them.
''Are you two done gawking? We were in the middle of something.'' Derek says with a sneer.
Stiles feels something snap inside him, and rage, anger, jealousy, everything just takes over. Fuck no. Derek doesn't deserve anything from Stiles now, certainly not longing emotions.
Stiles grabs Allison's hand again and tugs a little so they can take a step back towards the door. Stiles doesn't want to stay here any longer than necessary. He ignores Allison's flinch for the moment. He will apologize when they're alone, not wanting to give Derek any more ammunition for the moment. He at least thought they were turning into friends, but apparently only Stiles thought that.
''We were coming to check on you, asshole. You were hurt.'' Stiles grits out with a glare before tugging at Allison's hand again. ''Come on, Ally. He made it clear.''
Stiles wishes that his eyes don't betray how broken he feels on the inside, but at least his voice is steady. He then turns on his heels with Allison and walks out the door without another look.
Everything is now turned upside down. Derek is being used, forced, controlled. And Stiles will do anything to stop it. Derek doesn't deserve that. Hell, he can only imagine that Derek is furious that Stiles let it happen. He probably tried to warn Stiles, but Stiles was too stupid to pick it up.
''Sorry. Okay. What can we do to stop that bitch?''
River lets out a sigh. Already done with today, by the looks of it.
''We aren't doing anything. I will only help you with a plan, and only because I know what can happen if that 'bitch' gets a free reign.''
''Why won't you help?'' Stiles asks, not judging, just curious.
''Because I have no intention at all to be in the middle of the mess that is bound to happen. I just want a peaceful life, alone, in the middle of the woods with my books. That I even want to help you, of my own free will, is pretty special. You should feel special.'' River says while guiding Stiles to a room that is pretty much a small library.
''I feel unique.'' Stiles deadpans.
''You should. Well. We need to start making a plan to stop the Darach.''
River is nodding to himself, and Stiles seriously doubts his mental state when it suddenly hits him. What is in it for River?
''Wait, why do you want to help me make a plan? And don't just say because you know what can happen, I need more than that if I'm going to trust you with my pack's safety.'' Stiles asks while looking at River. River freezes before his shoulders sag.
''Kid-''
''Don't start. Tell the fucking truth.'' Stiles snaps, suddenly done with more excuses.
River eyes him warily but sighs again.
''The Darach will come after me after she has killed you. She will continue to hunt for the most powerful thing in the area. At first, it was always the Nemeton. That's why I settled down here. It distracted power leeching witches and others from me.'' River tells him with a little shame. But Stiles can appreciate the harsh truth and understands it in some sense. Stiles could never leave his friends and family, but not everyone is the same.
''Fine. So you're helping me to save your own skin. I then at least trust you to help with the best plan and not stab me in the back.'' He firmly stated while looking River in the eyes.
River narrows his eyes at Stiles but nods before turning to one of the bookshelves.
''We need to drain her of her power. The simplest thing is killing her, but-''
''I'm okay with just killing her,'' Stiles interrupts him. For what she did with Derek, she deserves nothing but pain.
River seems thoughtful but nods before talking again. ''And what about the magical backslash? That much dark magic isn't good for anyone.''
Stiles grimaces. No, that would be awful. Griselda was still something like a light witch, so her magic was barely tainted.
''So what? We plan to kill her, but we need to do it from a distance?'' Stiles asked, a little skeptical.
''Exactly.''
Stiles throws himself on a couch and starts coughing when a lot of dust wafts up in his nose. He earns a glare from River, but the man keeps silent.
''What we need is an evil mastermind.'' Stiles muses after a tense silence.
''Aren't you one?'' River snarked at him, making Stiles chuckle.
''I know someone that is far more suitable as 'evil mastermind,''' Stiles explains while pulling out his phone. River groans but doesn't stop him from making the call.
The phone rings and a sultry voice filters through the phone speakers. ''Stiles, pleasure speaking with you.''
''Evil mastermind. You're just the asshole I need.'' Stiles answers with a grin.
Prowling through the bushes, he smells the scent of a deer and starts the hunt immediately. The deer hasn't noticed him yet and is still eating a little grass.
The wolf hears his master growling in his head, but he ignores it for his feast. His master wants him to hunt others, but he needs to be stronger. With this meal, he will be strong enough. Soon he will be ready to hunt the others his master wants him to.
He attacks the deer and rips through the attery in its neck. Killing the deer instantly. The wolf tears into the deer with gusto and decides on a nap before hunting again. Feeling satisfied and full, he slowly falls asleep on the ground.
Ignoring his master again when she rants in his head. But she sent him into the woods with just two scents and an order to kill, but he feels that he's the Alpha. She should have given the order more priority.
Stiles' phone rings and pulls Stiles from his discussion about wizarding magic and eternal life with River. He smirks at River when the man downs his drink in one go. Clearly not wanting to talk to the asshole himself, but accepting the help. Stiles answers his phone and knows that Peter is at the spot he needs to be. Stiles bounds out of the house and moves a bewildered Peter to the correct spot to reveal the house.
''Peter! Wonderful to see you here!'' Stiles exclaims with drama while waving the man inside. River was not happy that Stiles invited Peter to his home, but he knew that it was necessary.
Peter looks around the room with a gleam in his eyes, and Stiles smirks at him. Stiles claps his hands when Peter reaches out to take something off a shelf to get his attention. Peter shoots him an annoyed look, but Stiles just ignores him.
''Right! The reason you're here is because we need some advice, and who better to ask for murder than a mass murderer?'' He even throws in some jazz hands and chuckles when Peter grimaces at him.
''Reformed mass murderer if you please,'' Peter replies in a sultry voice.
Stiles just gives him a look, and Peter seems a little amused. River scrapes his throat, gaining attention from the other two.
''So, just to be clear, we have most of the idea. But we need a distraction.''
''I'm sorry, but you two haven't even told me what we are going to do exactly,'' Peter says with a raised eyebrow.
''Oh, yeah, Derek is possessed by a Darach. The Darach wants to kill Allison and me. We, my pack that is, are going to stop the bitch and save Derek.''
Peter's eyebrows rose on his head while hearing the short explanation.
''So you're just telling me my dear nephew is possessed by a Darach? What is she doing to him?'' Peter asks, sounding a little worried, which surprises Stiles. He wasn't expecting Peter to actually care, but maybe Jackson was right. Maybe he is changed.
''He has no control over his body, and she's using him.'' River bluntly says. Making even Stiles flinch. He feels so bad for Derek.
Peter's eyes flash, and a growl escapes. ''She's raping my nephew?''
He sounds more wolf-like than Stiles has ever heard, and he's heard him in his psychotic episode before he was killed.
''Yes, and I'm going to kill her,'' Stiles tells him without a doubt. Peter takes him in for a moment and nods.
''What is the plan?''
''Well, as we said, we need a distraction. We want someone to distract the Darach while my pack can close in. I will kill the Darach while shielding everyone from the backslash it will create.'' Stiles states with determination.
Peter seemed a little dubious but nodded. ''What about Derek? He will probably be some kind of guard.''
''Jackson will use his venom to stop him. Not even possession will stop the venom from working in his system. He will be out for count for at least twenty minutes. Allison will also dip her arrows in the stuff for if Jackson can't come within reach.'' Stiles quickly explains.
''Sounds good, but she is clearly powerful if she can possess an Alpha. You shouldn't underestimate her.'' Peter pointed out, and Stiles couldn't help but smirk at the man.
''Peter, do you actually sound worried? I didn't know you knew that you cared,'' Stiles responds with a smirk.
''Please, I'm just looking out for my son and nephew. He doesn't deserve any of this.'' Peter says without a hint of teasing.
That sobered Stiles right up. ''You're right. I won't underestimate her, I don't know how powerful she is exactly, but I do know that she will end up dead.''
Peter is scrutinizing him before he nods. ''I'll help. I will pretend to side with the Darach and try to convince her to let me kill Derek for the Alpha powers. She will probably not agree immediately, but it's worth a try.''
''You're not actually going to kill him, right?'' Stiles asked with a raised eyebrow. Earning a very disgruntled look from Peter.
''Of course not. I want a pack again. If I kill Derek, I won't have one, ever.''
Stiles blinks for a moment, that was pretty honest, or at least it sounded honest. Not something he was expecting at all today. Hmm, maybe people can change, especially after dying one time already.
''I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt. Don't disappoint me, Peter. You won't like the results.'' Stiles said while pointing a finger in Peter's face.
There was a tense silence for a moment before it was interrupted by River slurping on his tea while watching Peter and Stiles like a tennis match.
They both looked incredulous at the old wizard, but River merely shrugged.
''We should check how much magic you actually have and know.'' River says while vanishing his cup of tea with a flick of his hand.
Stiles nods enthusiastically, and Peter actually seems intrigued but stops himself.
''I should go and try to weasel myself into the Darach's good graces. The sooner, the better.''
Stiles was a little conflicted, it was freaking dangerous for Peter to do, but he is going to do it so he can have a pack again. If it worked, Stiles would do anything to let Derek know how much Peter could mean for his pack, and if Derek wasn't swayed, Peter was welcome to join his pack.
''Good luck, Peter, and don't die. I don't think Lydia wants to bring you back. Again.'' He snarks at the older wolf.
Peter barks out a laugh before walking out of the house. Stiles had his back turned to River, but his magic told him to spring sideways. Just in time, he sprung to the side to evade an attack.
''What the actual fuck, River?'' Stiles seethed while turning a murderous look at the old wizard, who looked completely un-apologetic.
''I told you we need to test you. Good job evading. I'm curious about what you can do further.'' River mused.
Stiles forcefully calmed himself down, not wanting to kill the bastard. He took a couple of deep breaths, and he heard River chuckle.
''You laughing is not helping if you want to live.'' Stiles grits out with a glare.
That made River snort. ''As if you could kill me. I'm five hundred years old, and I've been practicing since my sixteenth birthday. Maybe a wizard is not as strong as a spark, but I've got more years on you.''
Stiles suddenly feels quite intimidated, something he really didn't like. ''Fine. Help me then, train me, teach me your ways, and I will do everything to protect you.'' He snarks with a roll of his eyes.
River's eyes widened before a pleased grin took over his face. For some reason, this statement pleased the wizard. Stiles wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
They worked relentlessly for hours, and Stiles was sweating and panting like a pig at the end of it. Thankfully, River seemed worse for wear too.
''You're further than I expected, Spark.'' River finally commented when they were done for the day.
Stiles grimaced before responding. ''Yeah, I think Griselda taught me everything she knew so I would become more powerful. So when she was ready to kill me, she would get more power.'' His voice is flat, but River stops for a moment.
River seemed to think about that and nodded. ''That's possible. She was despicable to do it like this, earning your trust and betraying you, especially because she only wanted to kill you in the end for power. A student should always feel safe with their teacher.''
He sounded so solemn that Stiles almost was sure that River had been through something similar. Stiles felt for the man. He never thought it could hurt this much to be betrayed by someone you trusted, but it did. Stiles didn't let it show, but the betrayal Griselda had done had brought more pain than you would think.
Stiles shook himself, he really doesn't like to think about it, but River seems to bring it back to the forefront, maybe because River fills into the teacher form just as easily as Griselda had. Only not like a grandmotherly way, and more like a reluctant professor who had already seen too many students fail to be hopeful for anything different.
''Are we done for today?'' Stiles asks, wanting to go home, shower, and be with his pack more than anything at the moment.
''Yes, can you come back tomorrow for another lesson?''
''I do have school until four, but after I'm available,'' Stiles responded with a small frown.
''Good, then I will teach you how you can guide someone's magic.'' River says it a little offhandedly like it isn't a big deal, but Stiles knows better.
Stiles perks up before talking. ''Guidings someone's magic? Like if they attack that you can redirect it or something?''
River shook his head a little as if thinking about it. ''Yes and no, magic is almost tangible if you know how to feel it. If you train that feeling enough, you could grasp the magic and redirect it.'' Stiles's eyebrows shot up on his head by the implications of it.
''I've never heard anything like it.''
River snorted. ''I hope not. It's something most witches don't know about. So I was hoping that Griselda didn't know about it. I was taught about it almost four hundred years ago. And I'm going to teach you, but now you need to go. You are starting to smell.'' River stated while wrinkling his nose.
Stiles made an indignant noise that River ignored, and Stiles was almost pushed out of the house. At some level, Stiles found it amusing. He didn't trust River yet, but maybe with enough time, he could learn to trust the man.
The scent that he was sent after was almost tangible in the air. The wolf quickened its pace and growled in anticipation for the hunt.
The scent was heavy with sweat, and the wolf could taste the human's emotions.
The human was tired but satisfied. The wolf couldn't smell any mating, so the human has done other things to feel this satisfied.
The wolf was fully sprinting now, wanting to catch the human before they reached the road. Thankfully they were still far enough in the Preserve for that.
The wolf could now also hear the quick pace of the human's heartbeat and the soft humming of the human's voice.
The wolf leaped over the bush and saw the startled human standing there with wide eyes, the wolf could smell a little fear, but the human didn't let anything show.
He growled to scare the human while he lowered himself to the ground, ready to pounce any moment-
''Derek?''
The wolf flinched suddenly, startled by the breathy whisper of a name that sounded familiar but yet foreign.
The wolf-Derek- shook his head, why did he feel so- a whine escapes his throat, and before the wolf could react, the stupid human was on his knees in front of him, looking into his eyes. And Derek - yes, his name was Derek - fell into those honey-brown eyes that were full of worry.
''Derek, Derek, shh, it will be okay, it will be okay,''
The human - no, he knew this human, this, this was Stiles. Stiles kept repeating it while carefully petting Derek to soothe the wolf. Only Stiles could be so reckless. Petting a wild wolf to make it calm down. Ridiculous.
Another whine escapes Derek's throat, and he burrowed his nose in Stiles's neck, taking in the strong scent of the other Alpha. Stiles's arms were now around his thick wolfish neck, and it calmed Derek down.
The order he had received when he was turned into a wolf still sounded in his head, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't hurt Stiles or Allison, for that matter. He fought against the order, but he didn't know if he could fight it off for long. He only knew that he wanted to keep Stiles and Allison safe.
He tried pushing the wolf back in his mind, and for a moment, nothing happened, but then he felt his bones break and rearrange, he thought it would hurt, but Derek didn't really feel it.
Derek rested his forehead against Stiles's shoulder. Stiles had stiffened when he noticed Derek changing back to human. But he politely ignored the fact that Derek was naked in his lap right now.
''Stiles-''
''Shh, it's okay, Derek, we know that that bitch is manipulating you. We are going to do anything we can to help you.'' Stiles rambled, and Derek let out a fond chuckle before sobering up.
''Stiles, I don't know if I can fight her order any longer.'' Derek rasped while trying to focus on the teen in front of him.
''Wha- what are you talking about? You are here. You were even completely wolfy!'' Stiles responds with a lot of flailing.
''She did that to me. She sent me here to kill you and Allison. Stiles, you need to stop me.'' Derek gritted out, feeling already strain on his consciousness. Jennifer is trying to take back control, and Derek is losing to her.
''Stop you how?'' Stiles's tone was flat as if he already knew what Derek was implying. Derek pulled his head back to look into Stiles's eyes, they were hard and determined, and Derek swallowed heavily.
''Kill me-'' Derek uttered. Stiles was silent for a moment, his face paling rapidly before he started spluttering. But Derek started talking again. ''I won't be the reason for another pack dying. If I kill you and Allison, the pack's will both fall to Jennifer. She will kill everyone. You need to stop me, Stiles. You're the only one who could.'' Derek started to pant and closed his eyes in a pained grimace when he felt Jennifer trying to take hold of him again.
''You're fucking insane if you really think I'm going to kill you, Derek. I saved your ass enough times. We're not going to throw that all away because of some bitch. Do you understand me?'' Stiles demanded with a hard glare.
Derek whined again and felt himself fall to the side. His muscles spasmed, ready to turn back into a wolf. He scratched the ground with his claws, trying to anchor himself, but it didn't work. He was already starting to feel feral again, his mind behind a layer of cotton. Screaming in himself to fight for control, but nothing helped.
Then he felt two hands on his face, and he was turned to look back into honey-brown eyes that seemed to start glowing. Then the iris turned purple, and Derek could feel the magic invading his head.
''Sleep. We will fix this.'' Stiles commanded with a voice that didn't sound like his own. Derek was glad to succumb to Stiles and fell into deep darkness, knowing that Stiles would help him, one way or the other.
Why he always felt safe with the teen was a mystery to Derek, but he gladly drifted while knowing that Stiles would be there on the other end.
Stiles cursed as soon as Derek fell unconscious. Stiles was kneeling next to the Alpha, his face worried and thinking about what he could do. But there was really only one option.
He enveloped Derek in his magic to make him light enough for Stiles to carry, then Stiles started to trudge back the way he had come. Back to River's home.
Stiles felt a shiver crawl over his back with just thinking back at how devastated Derek looked when they talked as if he already had given up. Stiles couldn't stand it. And he will make the Darach pay for everything she did.
He stands in front of the house again after half an hour walking with Derek in his arms, he already was tired, but this is becoming tougher with every minute. He is on the verge of collapsing when the door opens, and River takes one look at him before waving him in.
Stiles lays Derek down on the couch and falls on his knees next to him. He explains to River what happened and that he put Derek in some sort of coma until he can stop the enchantment the Darach used. River nods along before grabbing a blanket and draping it over Stiles.
''I'm guessing you're not going to leave him here alone, so get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.'' River says in a grave voice before leaving Stiles. Stiles manages just enough energy to get out his phone and calling his dad.
''Dad, look-''
''Stiles, are you okay?'' His dad quickly asks before Stiles can say anything else. Stiles smiles a little but also feels guilty for making his dad worry and probably his whole pack.
''Yeah, Dad, I'm fine, but- but something happened, and I'm not coming home tonight. I will be there in the morning.''
Stiles can hear a couple of whines in the background, and he smirks a little to himself. Jackson and Scott will probably hate the fact that he isn't there. But he can't do anything about it right now. He is already nodding off to sleep while still talking with his dad.
''If you're safe, it's okay, just keep us up to date, okay, kiddo?''
''Sure thing, Dad, I'm just going to sleep now.'' He murmurs while stroking his hand that isn't holding the phone over Derek's arm.
Werewolves always run hotter than regular humans, and Derek is thankfully warm, but still, Stiles gives his blanket to the unconscious Alpha. Wanting him to be as comfortable as possible, even in this magic-induced coma.
''I'll see you tomorrow, kiddo.'' His dad replies softly. It doesn't take long for Stiles to fall asleep with his head on his crossed arms.
When he wakes up, he groans. He really shouldn't have fallen asleep in this position. His neck is hurting, and his back is aching. He looks up and is for a moment disorientated until he sees the still unconscious form of Derek. Everything comes crashing back down at him in one rush, and he carefully combs his fingers through Derek's black hair. The wolf is dead to the world, and Stiles is glad.
He remembers how Derek looked yesterday, and he seemed to be in pain. Stiles doesn't want that for Derek, and hopefully, this 'coma' helps.
''We need to stop the influence the Darach has on him.'' Muses a voice from just behind him, making Stiles jump in fright. He is clutching his chest dramatically while River chuckles at his antics.
''I'm aware, thank you.'' Stiles grits out when his heart isn't beating out of his chest anymore.
''I can look into a couple of rituals, but they will at least take a couple of days to prepare.''
Stiles perks up a little and nods at River in thanks. ''That would be great. I'm pretty good at research, but you have more knowledge.''
River smirks at Stiles, and he responds by rolling his eyes. ''Yeah, yeah, I gave you a compliment. Soak in it because they are rare,'' Stiles says sarcastically.
''Tsk, so touchy, the Alpha can stay here. You probably need to go back to your pack and to school before they are starting to ask your father questions he cannot answer.'' River says with a wave of his hand.
Stiles feels his stomach drop. He knows River is right, it aches inside of him to be so long without his pack, but he can't leave Derek here. He still doesn't trust the man.
River sighs but smiles at Stiles. ''I understand how hard it is for you to leave him here. I'm actually glad that you're so torn up about it. It shows that you're careful. I'm going to make a vow to you. I will not harm the Alpha and only help with his predicament. Then you can come back after school to check on him, and if I already found something about the ritual, you can look into it too to double-check it. Does that sound like a deal?''
''What kind of vow? Is this like in Harry Potter with the unbreakable vow?'' Stiles asks, barely hiding his amusement when River groans out loud.
''I vow to help Derek Hale become himself again and not to harm him. He will be safe in this house as long as I take a breath. So mote it be.''
A golden light engulfed River and Stiles took a shaky breath. The power that rolled through the room with the vow was stifling but also addictive.
''Wow,'' Is the only thing he actually manages to say before River is making shooing motions with his hands at Stiles.
''Now shoo, you really need a shower if you're going to school today.'' River says with a disgusted look on his face, making Stiles feel a little self-conscious. If River could smell it this clearly, he doesn't want to know how he smells to werewolves.
He quickly makes his way out of the house and runs all the way to his jeep before driving home. When he checks the time, he's glad he still got a couple of hours before school will start. The house is silent, but he feels that his pack is upstairs through his pack bonds, probably still asleep, so Stiles quickly undresses in the downstairs bathroom and scrubs himself clean.
He's enjoying the warm shower for about a half-hour when the bathroom door opens softly. When he turns around to scold his pack for not giving him any privacy, his words die in his throat. Allison, beautiful, strong Allison, is standing there with a smile on her face while she undresses in front of him.
Stiles quickly puts up a couple of silencing spells while his eyes darken with lust. Allison steps under the shower spray next to him and tips her head up to wet her hair while placing her hands on Stiles's chest.
''I missed you,'' She whispers before leaning forward to kiss Stiles's cheek.
He chuckles and flushes, ''Missed you too, but I was only gone for one day.'' He replies while kissing her forehead. She's completely naked in front of him, and he feels his body taking an interest.
She's also blushing, and it doesn't take long before they're kissing. He groans when she presses her naked body against him, and his hands drop to her hips.
He grips her tighter and grinds his erection a little against her. ''God, Ally-''
''I want you to fuck me,'' She whispers, and he freezes for a moment before nodding wildly. He already wanted to fuck her a couple of weeks ago when they were in the Jungle, but then Ennis happened, and since there hadn't been an opportunity.
''Fuck, yes, but don't you want it to be in a bed or something?'' He asks because fuck if he isn't all for it, but he does want it to be good for her.
''Your dad is already gone to the station, and when the pack noticed that you were back, I asked them to leave and meet us at school. Lydia thankfully understood my intentions and helped me get them out of the house.'' Allison says with a smirk.
''So, we're alone in the house?'' He asks in a husky voice, his hands skimming over her torso. She nods and smiles at him before turning around to turn off the shower.
Stiles pulls her back against his chest and grinds his hips against her ass, making her breath hitch and her cheeks flush. She tilts her head, so he has a lot of room to kiss all over her neck, which he takes immediate advantage of.
When he lets her go so she can turn around, she quickly pulls out two towels, much to Stiles's dismay, but he accepts the towel, and when they aren't dripping everywhere, they make their way to his bedroom kissing and touching the whole way.
Stiles pushes Allison down on his bed and follows her down almost immediately. He grinds down while she lifts her hips up. He's still kissing her while he grabs around for his lube and a condom. Allison giggles when Stiles lets out a triumphant noise after locating the lube.
Stiles smiles down at his girlfriend and kisses down her neck until he's level with her breasts. He then kisses all over it before taking one of the nipples in his mouth.
She moans and pushes her chest even more against him. Stiles then finally also finds a condom and already rolls it over his cock while also opening the lube. ''Is this okay? You sure you want to do this?'' He pants against her mouth while he uses the lube to guide his fingers inside her.
''Yes, Stiles - please, I know you're going to make it good,'' She moans, and Stiles's resolve snaps. He slatters lube on his dick and carefully guides his hard cock to Allison's entrance.
It feels like his dick is being strangled, but it also feels freaking amazing. She's so tight and warm, he thought her blowjobs were amazing, but this is even better.
''Oh God, this is going to be over so fast.'' He groans out while slowly entering Allison further. When he looks down at Allison, she's biting her lip and has her eyes closed. He stops for a moment and puts a hand on her cheek.
''I'm not hurting you, right? Ally, baby, please tell me I'm not hurting you,'' He pleads. Allison's eyes fly open, and she shakes her head. ''No, no, it's just a little overwhelming, but it feels good, please, Stiles, don't stop.''
Stiles looks her in the eyes for a moment before nodding, feeling content that she's telling the truth and also really not wanting to stop because it feels truly amazing.
He's panting but pushes in even further, earning a moan from Allison. ''Fuck, Ally, you feel so good, baby.'' He moans while starting to trust, his hands are on her hips, and he grips her even tighter when her entrance clenches around him for a moment. He gasps and ducks his head down to kiss Allison.
They're both moaning, and Stiles knows for sure that it's going to be over in just a couple of moments. Then Allison shifts her hips up and lets out a loud moan, and Stiles is done. His hips stutter when he climaxes inside of her, and his head falls onto her shoulder.
''Jezus, that was amazing,'' He says after a couple of moments. He lifts his head and sees Allison beam at him, she kisses him again, and Stiles feels like he's over the moon.
''I love you,'' He tells her honestly, ''I love you too,'' They kiss again, but Stiles reluctantly pulls away after a couple of moments.
''Come on, I think we need another shower,'' He says with a chuckle before tugging Allison out of bed after disposing of the condom.
In the shower, he makes sure to clean Allison thoroughly and makes her climax while standing. Her knees shake, but Stiles had her in a strong grip so she wouldn't fall.
When they go down to the kitchen, Stiles tells her everything about what happened, and the worry is clear on her face.
''I'm going with you to River today.'' She states, and it isn't a question. Stiles smiles at her. He already expected as much.
''Sure, I don't think I could stop you otherwise.''
''Nope!'' She says while popping the 'p'.
After breakfast, they go to school, where the whole pack is already waiting. Thankfully nobody comments on what they did that morning, probably because Stiles would hex them if they even tried. Jackson, Danny, and Scott all scent mark him thoroughly to much amusement of the girls.
During lunch, he calls his dad to explain about Derek, and his dad makes sure that Derek will be excused from work.
Then came the hard part.
''Yo, leather gang.'' He yells when he sees Erica, Cora, Isaac, and Boyd in the hallway at school. They turn around and look confused for a moment when he waves them into the locker room. They follow him nonetheless, so that is kind of a win.
Scott, Jackson, and Danny are already waiting inside, making Derek's pack stiffen when they enter.
Stiles claps his hands to gain attention, and all the wolves cross their arms in a defensive position. Stiles refrains himself from complementing on it and bites his lips so he won't burst into laughter.
''Listen up, I need you all to stay away from the loft a couple of days. I'm not sure for how long, but I will let you know when you can go back.''
''And why would we do as you say?'' Erica asks with a mean smirk on her lips.
''Because I'm the only one that knows what is happening with your Alpha.''
That gets an immediate response and a snarling Cora in his face.
''What did you do to Derek?''
Stiles doesn't react in the slightest, and Cora grabs his shirt. Jackson, Danny, and Scott all growl in warning, but Stiles already ordered them not to react physically.
''I did nothing to him. But I do know where he is, and he is not well. The loft is not a safe place at this moment, so that's why I'm asking slash ordering you to stay the fuck away.''
''Where is my brother?!'' Cora snarls while pushing Stiles against a locker, making him flinch for a moment.
Well, fuck her too. He pulls on his magic and throws Cora against the lockers on the other side of the room. She lets out a pained yelp, and the others growl at Stiles, but Stiles doesn't care.
When Cora stands up again and seems ready to lunge at Stiles again, but Boyd stops her with a hand on her sternum. He doesn't say anything but Cora holds herself back for now.
''Listen to me, and listen very carefully. I care about Derek, and I won't ever hurt him. There are some things I can't tell you yet because I know that you're going to get yourself killed by doing something incredibly stupid.'' Stiles spits out with a glare aimed at all four betas.
''Just know that Derek is safe now and that I'm going to help him. As soon as the plan is ready for action, we will tell you what is happening, and you can help. But until that time, I need you to lay low, and not, I repeat, NOT go to the loft. If you don't have a place to stay, let me know, we will find you something. Am I clear?'' Stiles uses his Alpha voice, and all the wolves look down in submission. The wolves are all silent for a moment before Boyd, of all people, breaks it.
''Isaac and Cora can stay with me and my grandmother. Erica is over most of the time, and my grandmother won't mind.'' Boyd says with a nod.
Stiles gives the stoic teen a grateful smile. ''Thank you. That's good to know. I will let you know what is happening when the plan is ready for action. I hope you can trust me until then.''
All four betas look a little troubled but nod carefully. They then flee the locker room, and Stiles feels the tension in his shoulders leave, and he lets out a big sigh.
Jackson claps him on the back and pulls him into a one-armed hug. ''You did good, Stilinski.''
Stiles snorts and pushes him away when Jackson starts ruffling his hair. They need to get to the next class.
He mentally lists off what they need to do. He only needs to break Derek from the Darach's hold while also watch out for Deucalion and Deaton. And they still haven't found Kate and Gerard... Freaking great seems easy enough.
But first, he needs to get through English without killing his teacher. Oh, joy.