Love in the Ruinous Dark

Derek rolled his eyes and sighed, "I'm not a god."

With a snort, Stiles gave him a sceptical once over, "You sure about that?"

Derek's fingers curled into his calm, and he dropped his head, squeezing his eyes closed as Stiles' lust began to fill the room.

"Ouch!" Stiles gazed, and Derek's head snapped up to see Stiles rubbing the back of his skull while shooting accusatory looks at Jackson.

"Focus Stilinski!"

"Right," Stiles muttered begrudgingly, "Sorry. You were saying."

Derek listened intently as Sandeman told the story. He'd heard it a thousand times from his mother but had assumed it was fairy-tale.

"Perhaps you'd rather tell the story?" Sandra said, a slight amused look in his eyes. "It's your family, after all."

"Derek, what's he talking about? " Peter asked, confused.

"It was a family legend." Derek muttered, "A story my grandmother told me. "

"Care to share?" Jackson pressed.

Derek let out a harsh irritated breath, "the abridged version; centuries ago, a rich Greek general sent his men to hunt down a werewolf he accused of killing his wife. Wounded and desperate, the wolf sought shelter in a forbidden cave. There he was confronted by Euryale, who found him near death. He was not turned to stone, they fell in love, started a pack and here I am."

"Wow, that was both informative and - utterly lacking in information. Well done. But I have so many questions. Why didn't he turn to stone? How'd they fall in love? Why can't you turn peopl...wait, can you turn people to stone, like at will?" Stiles rambled, leaning forward to look more closely at Derek.

"Stiles."

"Yeah Dad?"

"Shut up."

Stiles gapped at his father for a moment before turning back to Sandeman, "So, you think she'll help fight Stheno to protect her pack." Stiles asked uncertainty.

"Let's hope." He sighed.

_(*_*)_

"Soooo, a god, huh?" Stiles smirked, watching Derek lean heavily against the porch railing.

"I told you, I'm not a god." He startled when arms snaked around him from behind. Lips brushed against the back of his neck, and Derek's eyes fluttered closed, a moan rumbling through his chest.

"That's up for debate." Stiles muttered between kisses.

Derek felt all the tension seep out of his body, and he practically melted into Stiles. "I missed you." He whispered so quietly; it was a miracle Stiles heard him.

Stiles smiled against the side of his neck. "Ditto." He replied softly into Derek's ear, his tongue flickering out to play with the shell, making Derek shiver and moan.

They stood there for a few minutes, Stiles' comforting weight against the alpha's back. He looked down, running his fingers over the rough cast that encased Stiles' arm. "How is it?"

Stiles shrugged against him, digging into his neck. "Fine. It's not my first broken arm, it won't be my last."

Derek traced the thick black lines of two signatures. He'd signed it before Stiles had even come round. "I like your new friend, she's sweet." He said, tracing Lisa's name, "Reminds me of my brother, Thomas."

Stiles' chin rested on Derek's shoulders and squeezed him tight, just holding him.

Suddenly, Derek turned in his boyfriend's embrace and grabbed him by the hips. His eyes flickered all over Stiles' face for a few seconds, and then he surged forward, mouth crashing with Stiles hungrily.

Wrapping his arms around Derek's neck, Stiles pressed closer, melting willingly into the kiss, his dick slowly grinding against Derek's own.

Derek let out a moan that vibrated through Stiles' whole chest, and he drew back, breathless, "We've got time before the shit hits the fan, and – well..." Stiles said, rolling his hips, punctuating the statement, then leant forward, dropping his voice. "This may be our last night on earth."

Derek inhaled sharply, his arms tightening around Stiles' waist. " 481." He whispered; throat thick with want.

"The world's ending, Derek, no one cares." Stiles' turn to groan, "My dick certainly doesn't."

There was a long moment of silence. Derek buried his face into the crook of Stiles' neck and took in a deep lungful of scent. Stiles closed his eyes, rocking his hips slowly, and praying his hot werewolf boyfriend won't hold out on him. "Don't make me die a virgin, dude." He muttered dramatically into Derek's hair.

A broken noise reverberated from Derek, and he lifted his head, capturing Stiles' mouth in another hungry, desperate kiss, that literally had Stiles knees giving way beneath him. Then Derek shoved him away, chest heaving. "I'll meet you up there." Derek grunted out.

Stiles' face broke into a wide smile and without another word, he spun on his heels and headed back into the house. The place was crowded, and he had to squeeze his way past more than a few strangers, but he didn't care, and he didn't apologise. He was about to get his groove on with his hot werewolf boyfriend, and after everything he'd been through – they'd been through, it was deserved.

As he cut through the den, he caught sight of his dad and almost tripped over his own feet. Shit, dad. Werewolf dad. Fuck, his dad... Can he smell...?

The answer came quickly enough when his father's nose wrinkled, and he looked at him directly in the eye. His dad was still new to the whole supernatural ability thing, but – he seemed to definitely understand what was going on with Stiles.

Heat flooded his face, and he quickened his pace, running up the stairs and praying to whoever was running things up there, that his dad didn't follow. The second floor was all but empty. He could hear voices coming from various rooms, but no one popped their heads out, thankfully.

He crashed into Derek's bedroom, panting and slammed the door closed behind him, causing him to wince at the sound. When he turned, Derek was lounging on the bed, legs crossed, arms folded over his chest, and raising a curious brow at Stiles. "What took you so long?" Derek deadpanned.

Stiles gasped, "How did you…?"

Derek smirked, jerking his head to the window. "Didn't want everyone knowing what we're up to. - And they would. One whiff of you and..." his lip curled lusciously.

Stiles flushed, stepping away from the door. "Yeah, pretty sure my dad thinks I've come up here to rub one out."

"You want to lock that first." Derek said, jerking his chin.

Quickly, Stiles turned back to the door and twisted the lock, then paused. Turning slowly, he looked at Derek, suddenly nervous.

Derek sat up, moving to the edge of the bed. "We don't... - If you've changed your mind, I understand, it's a big..."

"Modest as ever." Stiles deadpans, eyes travelling over Derek.

With a roll of his own eyes, Derek sighed, "I'm serious Stiles."

He was stopped from saying anything more by Stiles launching himself across the room and into the werewolf's personal space, crashing their mouths together with a painful bang. Neither of them cared though. Derek's arms wrapped around Stiles' waist while Stiles clung to the alpha's neck as best, he could with one encased arm.

The kiss was frantic and uncoordinated at first, but eventually slowed into a more sensual relaxed meeting of lips and tongue. Derek's tight grip loosened slightly, and his hands began to rub soothing circles into Stiles lower back.

Stiles' free hand combed up through the short hairs at the back of Derek's head, tugging lightly every so often to elicit a breathy hum from his boyfriend.

Derek broke away from Stiles lips and pressed his face into the teenager's throat, inhaling deeply from the hollow behind Stiles' ear. Stiles startled a second later when the tip of Derek's tongue played at the same patch of skin, sending a shiver down his spine and a spark of desire straight to his dick.

"Is this a werewolf thing?" Stiles asked breathlessly, craning his neck to give Derek better access.

The alpha simply hummed, his tongue travelling across the expanse of Stiles' exposed throat to the other side, where he repeated the action.

Stiles closed his eyes and gave himself over to the sensations Derek was awakening in him. He's spent months fantasying about what sex with Derek would be like, even before they'd gotten together, and those fantasies had always been filled with heat and passion and… well stuff he was taking to his grave. Tenderness hadn't been something he'd allowed into his dreams, most likely as a self-preservation instinct. After all, he'd once had sweet loving fantasies about Lydia, and look where that had led. Heartbreak and humiliation.

The hands at Derek's waist slid beneath his shirt. The warm palms stroking their way up, and the nails dragging down, sending another wave of lust through Stiles. A growl was emitted from Derek, and he pressed his nose tighter against Stiles' throat, while his hands travelled down to cup the young man's ass. He gave the firm cheeks a squeeze and elicited an odd sound from Stiles, part squeak, part moan.

He could feel Derek grin against his neck and Stiles' heart gave a flip. Curling his fingers into Derek's hair, Stiles tugged the alpha's head back, turning his own head for another open-mouthed kiss.

While they kiss heatedly, Derek's hands continued to explore the curve of Stiles' rear, kneading the muscle, then eventually slipping his hands down between the fabric and the hot flesh he craved. The movement caused the sweatpants to bunch and lower, exposing Stiles' ass to the cooler air of the room. - At least the flesh that wasn't currently being cradled in Derek's hands.

Stiles let out a proper groan this time and he pressed back into his boyfriend's hold. He broke the kiss to growl Derek's name into the small space between them, their foreheads touching.

Cold air swirled around Stiles' suddenly bare legs, as the sweatpants dropped to his ankles. Derek let out a while and broke the connection between their heads to draw back and look at Stiles' freshly exposed dick, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips.

Stiles' breath hitched at the action, and he swallowed thickly. His hardening dick twitched at the obvious hunger in the alpha's dark eyes.

A second later, Derek reached for the hem of the t-shirt, dragging it up to reveal Stiles' subtly toned abs, then his chest. He kept going, Stiles pulling one arm free, then grunting with frustration as his cast became stuck.

The pair wrestled with the fabric, filling the room with a chorus of grunts, huffs and even giggles, until Derek was finally able to toss the offending garment aside.

Stiles stood between the alpha's spread knees fully naked and feeling uncomfortably exposed. He instinctively dropped his hands to conceal his manhood and shrunk slightly in on himself.

Derek's gaze snapped from where the shirt landed back to Stiles, and his dark brows drew together as he took in the sight. "Stiles?" He said in a soft deep voice, his hands slowly brushing down Stiles bare arms. "You're - beautiful."

Stiles flushed, dropping his face and shaking his head, "Shut up." He tried to tug out of Derek's hold, desperate to retrieve his clothes once more. Fuck it, who needs sex anyway? There's nothing really wrong with being a virgin.

Only Derek's grip tightened, and he got to his feet. He let go on one arm and lifted Stiles' chin, forcing Stiles to look at him. "I mean it." He said firmly.

Stiles opened his mouth to argue, only for Derek to silence him with a kiss. "You're beautiful, He whispered, leaving into kiss Stiles again, "and hot." another kiss, "and sexy, and perfect."

Stiles scoffed, shaking his head despite Derek's kiss.

Derek grabbed Stiles' head, holding it still, "You're the best thing to happen to me. Lord knows where I'd be if I hadn't met you."

"Dead most likely." Stiles scoffed quietly, and Derek laughed.

"Definitely dead." He smiled, his thumb rubbing at Stiles' cheek soothingly. "I love you."

Stiles' heart flip-flopped and his stomach followed suit. It wasn't the first time Derek had said the words, but strangely they felt - different. More meaningful. More intense. "I love you too." He whispered, then leant in for a slow gentle kiss.

When he drew back, finally, he smiled and reached for Derek's shirt, "Now, get these off. I'm not going to be the only one naked here."

Derek gave a chuckle and lifted his arms for Stiles to strip him of the clothes he was wearing, and Stiles wasted no time in doing so. In a few minutes they stood there, both naked and a little breathless, hands roaming over each other's warm flushed skin, mouths moving languidly as their cocks teased each other tantalisingly.

Soon, their kisses grew more heated, and the gentleness of the moment was swallowed by passion. Stiles' hips rocked, drawing a deep hungry moan from Derek. The alpha's hands moved down Stiles' back to palm his ass again while he took a step back to the bed, drawing Stiles with him.

When the mattress brushed the back of his thighs, Derek broke the kids to meet his boyfriend's wanton dark eyes, "How do you want to do this?" He asked, voice rough and low.

Stiles quirked a brow, Uh... Well... I'm up for anything, " he shrugged, "You're the experienced one here. - Except for...no changing into your wolf, I'm definitely drawing a line as bestiality."

Derek cringed at the suggestion, "What the duck Stiles? Of course, I'm not gonna...Jesus."

With another shrug, Stiles sighed, "I was just saying."

"There was no need to. It never even crossed my mind, and frankly I don't know whether to be concerned or insulted that it crossed yours."

"It's not like I've got a book of werewolf sex rites, how am I meant to know what's true and not. I've come across some very - detailed drawings during my research."

Derek's features crumpled with disgust, "I'm not saying it doesn't happen, I'm sure some - people are into that."

"Exactly, so I was just being clear that I'm not. I like my werewolf lovers with two legs and no fur." his gaze dropped to Derek's chest and the corner of his lip curled up, his hand dropping to stroke through the hair on the man's chest, "Well...less fur."

Derek rolled his eyes and smiled, watching Stiles' fingers play lazily with his hair. "Well, now that's sorted," He huffed impatiently, "What do you want?"

"I just said I don't mind."

Derek worried at his bottom lip for a few seconds, "I'd - like you to -" he cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Fuck you?" Stiles finished, eyes wide with wonder, "Fuck yes. Yes, I can do that. Absolutely."

Derek released a breath and sagged with relief. "Lube and condoms in the bathroom."

Stiles stared at Derek, grinning. "And how long have you been stocking up?" he raised a teasing brow. "Before or after I…."

Derek licked at his lips, "Before." He said, dropping his gaze, his cheeks and chest rapidly growing red.

Still smiling, Stiles threaded his fingers into Derek's hair, in a soothing gesture, and pulled him into a soft kiss. Then he stepped back, hand falling from Derek's hair, and turned to hurry to the master bathroom.

"Top drawer on the left." Derek called after him.

Stiles almost tripped over his own feet in his rush to the bathroom, righting himself at the last minute and saving himself for knocking himself out of the corner of the dresser.

"How are you a super soldier." Derek scoffed, shaking his head as he made himself comfortable on the bed.

Stiles flipped him off over his shoulder with his good and skidded into the bathroom. He yanked open the drawer so hard that it fell to the floor, scattering its contents. Grunting angrily at himself, Stiles rolled his eyes and shook his head at his own clumsiness. "I'll clean it up later." He called back to Derek and bent down to snag the strip of condoms and then turned to fetch the bottle of lube that rolled to the toilet. Letting out an undignified yelp as his bare ass pressed against the cold door of the shower.

"You alright in there?" Derek asked, his voice tinged with amusement.

"Couldn't you have made the bathroom bigger? It's not like Jackson needs a bedroom." He grunted, re-emerging with items in hand, and a frustrated look on his face, to find Derek lounging against the headboard. "He has a whole friggin' mansion. We could have had one of those huge marble bathrooms."

Derek rolled his eyes, "The bathroom is big enough, you're just a clutz."

"Hey!" Stiles gapped, "Be nice or you can fuck yourself." He warned, waving his cast at Derek.

Derek lifted his brow in challenge and Stiles sighed, "Fine." He muttered, as if Derek was forcing him to have sex. As if Stiles hadn't initiated things.

Making his way over to the bed, he dropped the stuff on the mattress then proceeded to struggle up onto the too soft bed. Derek watched in silent amusement, not bothering to offer help.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm fine." He panted, falling onto his side, head resting on the pillow at Derek's elbow.

"You wanted the big bed, remember." Derek said, smiling down at his breathless boyfriend.

"I did not, how dare you. I merely suggested splurging on something a little more comfortable that a sleeping bag on a train seat."

Twisting, Derek shifted closer to Stiles, leaning on his elbow to look down at him. Bending his head, he pressed a kiss to Stiles lips, silencing any further complaints.

Stiles moaned and tossed the supplies down the bed, then reached up for Derek, threading his fingers into the man's hair and opening his mouth.

They became lost in the kiss, heat and lust returning to their bodies, as they slowly rutted against one another, eliciting loud groans. It was lucky the room was soundproof for precisely this reason.

Stiles was thoroughly enjoying the solid weight of Derek on top of him, his leg hooked over the alpha's hip as they moved. He groped at the solid muscle that made up Derek's back, then dragged his nails down. Derek took a sharp intake of breath and ground his hard cock into Stiles' own.

"Fuck." Stiles gritted out breathlessly, "You keep doing that, I'm going to…."

A series of loud bangs rattled the bedroom door, startling the pair. Derek craned his head, glaring furiously at the shaking wood. The problem with soundproofing, Stiles realised, is that it worked both ways, meaning they had no idea who was on the other side, and if not for the way the door looked ready to rattle off its hinges, they wouldn't even be aware someone was outside.

Stiles suddenly questioned the sense of that. What if they were attacked, how would he and Derek even know?

As the banging intensive, Derek scrambled off the bed and scurried over to the door, yanking it open a little to see outside, while keeping his body concealed behind it.

"Derek."

Stiles' heart stopped at the sound of his father's breathless voice, he scrambled off the bed and fell awkwardly on the door, moaning in pain as his elbow hit the floor first, sending an agonising wave up through his broken arm.

Derek turned sharply, rushing over to him in concern, leaving the door open. A second later, John stepped in, giving off a little growl that drew both Derek and Stiles terrified gazes.

"Dad, Dad, calm down, nothing happened. We haven't done…"

John rolled his eyes at the wall, where he determinedly kept his focus, not wanting to see his son or Nick's here."

"What?" Derek gasped, shooting to his feet and reaching for the sweats he'd abandoned, hurriedly climbing into them.

"Who?" Stiles frowned, reaching for his own clothes now he was upright.

John cleared his throat, "He's downstairs. Injured. - Apparently," He looked at Derek, glad he was mostly dressed, "Sandeman's 'vessel' has been with your friends this whole time." He practically sneered at Stiles' grandfather's name.

"Friend? What?" Stiles asked, looking between the pair.

"What?" Derek frowned, stepping past a confused Stiles.

"And Manticore has the rest of his pack." John hurriedly continued, "They somehow found out about Sandeman's plan and managed to intercept them on their way here."

"Someone what to tell me who the fuck Nick is?" Stiles said loudly.

"Derek's ex-boyfriend." Came an unhelpful voice from the hallway.

Stiles' head snapped around to stare at Derek, who shifted awkwardly before clearing his throat and hurrying for the door. Then Stiles' full attention locked on his dad, "His ex?"

John sighed, reaching out to squeeze Stiles' shoulder, "We'll discuss this," He looked meaningfully at the bed with its crumpled sheets, condoms and lube, "later."

"If there is a later." Stiles sighed, reluctantly trailing after Dad as he hurriedly left the sex scented room.

_(*_*)_

Derek clambered down the stairs, shirtless and stinking of sex and Stiles, but he couldn't focus on that just yet. He reached the first floor to find Nick pacing anxiously, covered in dirt and still injured. He raised his eyes to Derek, and he saw that familiar spark in them. It was briefly extinguished however, when his nostrils flared.

"Nick?" Derek greeted, "What happened?"

Nick turned away, resuming his frantic pacing, "We got intercepted by at least two dozen soldiers, I managed to get away and came for help, but if you're too busy to…"

Derek let out a lower growl at the insult, then looked around, pinpointing his pack, "Where's Scott and Jackson?" He asked, eyes narrowing on Peter.

"Jackson wanted to find Isaac." Peter replied, defensively, "As for Scott," He looked around, despite knowing that he wasn't there, "I don't know."

"You don't know." Derek growled angrily.

"I wasn't under the impression he was a prisoner." Peter argued, "Besides, his girlfriend and future father-in-law are still here." He waved his hand to the kitchen, where Derek could see Christopher Argent sat with a few of Sandeman's people. He couldn't see Allison, but her scent was strong and close.

"We need to get Elena back." Sandeman announced desperately, "our plan is…."

"Not the most important thing right now. They have my whole pack!" Nick growled, glaring furiously at the old werewolf.

Derek nodded in agreement, "Okay." He called his pack together, "I'll call for Isaac and Jackson to join us on the way." He said, making his way to the door.

"So, you're just going to storm in there without a plan?" Stiles announced from the stairs behind Derek. "Because that always works out well for you."

Derek looked over his shoulder at Stiles with a sigh, "We don't have time to plan."

Stiles looked between his boyfriend at the man watching him, "Fine, but I'm coming too, someone needs to rescue your ass when this all goes wrong."

"No." Derek snapped, stepping closer to him. "They took down an alpha."

"Exactly. If they can take one, they can…"

"Stiles, you won't be able to keep up, and I can't focus on saving my friends if I'm worrying about you. - Besides, there's that…" he tapped his finger against Stiles' cast.

Stiles glared firstly at the cast, then at Derek. "Fine, but - you be careful."

"I will."

"And if you die, I'm going to kill you."

Derek smiled despite himself and leant in, pulling Stiles in for a brief kiss. Then he looked up at John, "Stay here, Protect the house."

John looked like he wanted to argue but couldn't. Instead, he gave a nod and set his hand on Stiles' shoulder, giving it a squeeze, while giving Derek a nod.

With everything settled, Derek turned and hurried out the door, Nick and the pack chasing after him.