As if it wasn't bad enough that Stiles had hit that guy, which he felt terrible about, plus his jeep had a dint in the front from where it had happened, but apparently that wasn't the worst that could happen this weekend. Scott had just called him, and normally he loved to hear from his best friend, this time however it was more bad news.
See Scott's mother, Melissa McCall, worked at the hospital, the same hospital the guy he'd hit had been taken to. Apparently a couple of federal agents had rocked up this morning asking about the incident, which in itself was bad enough, but it was the next part that had him pacing over the wooden floor of Derek's living room. Melissa had overheard the agents talking about werewolves, a family of them. That was all she had heard, and of course being a mother she had worried about her son and his pack, even if it was still a bit strange and confusing to her.
"If the Hunters are back then we will deal with it like we did last time," Derek assured Stiles without looking up; he was sat on the old floral couch in his living room and eating a plate sized piece of steak that was so rare it was bleu.
Stiles frowned and stood in front of Derek, he didn't want to have to deal with anyone trying to kill his boyfriend (or his best friend, or any of his friends for that matter), then his attention turned to the bloody steak Derek was eating with his hands, "Why do you even bother to dirty a pan if you're just gonna eat it like that?"
Derek looked up from his steak, his eyes glowing blue and blood dribbling down his chin, "Warm meat is better than cold," he said matter-of-factly and took another bite.
Watching Derek eat all that raw meat and blood was kind of gross, but it came with the territory and the benefits outweighed any of that stuff anyway. Scott, as alpha, had called off the pack run tonight, he thought it was safer if they didn't present themselves all together for the Hunters to track down. Instead they would each take a section of the forest and check it out for any activity.
Of course, Derek and Stiles would take the area around the Hale house, which was why they were there now, and the full moon made Derek extra 'wolfie' which was bad in public. It was hard to explain, but this full moon Derek had been even more energized and less in control than he usually was when the moon reached its full phase. Internally, Stiles wondered if it had anything to do with the Hunters being in town as well as the strange energy Derek had spoken about.
Stiles didn't realise he had begun pacing again until Derek stirred him from his thoughts, "You're going to wear a hole in my floor," he commented licking blood from his fingers, "we will be fine, stop worrying."
The look on Stiles' face said he wasn't convinced but he plopped down onto the couch next to Derek to stop himself pacing. Once Derek had finished licking his fingers clean he took the plate into the kitchen and cleaned himself up properly. When he thought he couldn't taste blood anymore he returned to the couch where Stiles had laid himself up on it and was engrossed in his phone.
There was another hunger Derek wanted to sate. He manoeuvred himself to lay on top of Stiles, his head popping up through Stiles' arms, causing the human to put his phone down, "Hello," Stiles greeted with a laugh.
Derek was too busy rubbing his face in Stiles' neck, sniffing and licking his warm skin, to reply. Stiles carded his fingers through Derek's black hair and then keened as Derek sucked a hickey on his neck (his dad was one hundred percent going to comment on that). Derek's tongue made a path down to Stiles' collarbone and then when he couldn't pull Stiles' shirt down any further he growled.
If you had asked him before he starting dating one, Stiles would have thought sex with a werewolf would be terrifying, you would be scared that you would end up bitten or dinner, he would have thought that it would be pure power and dominance. Mostly he would've been wrong; for sure Derek was the dominant one (which Stiles loved) but he was also super needy, it was like he craved Stiles and if he didn't get what he wanted then Derek would whine and growl until the situation was amended.
"Alright, I'll take it off, you could've asked," Stiles chuckled and grabbed the hem of his shirt, once Derek had moved back enough he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor somewhere.
"I did," Derek's voice was a low growl as he immersed himself in the wonders of Stiles' chest. He was immediately drawn to Stiles' nipples, he bit, licked and sucked the little pink nubs until Stiles was a moaning mess and Derek could almost drink the desire rolling off of his mate; the scent always drove him mad.
A firm hand gripped Derek's hair and brought his face level with Stiles', then the human kissed him deeply and it was all teeth and tongue until Derek had decided he wanted to move things along. Derek re-traced his pathway down Stiles' neck and collarbone, this time he didn't pay as much attention to his mate's nipples, briefly sucking on them as he continued down the firm torso. He moved lower, keeping his face close to Stiles so he could keep inhaling the scent that belonged entirely to his human and then paid close attention to Stiles' navel; sucking another hickey into the fair skin.
Stiles knew the marks were Derek being possessive and he found it to be quite a turn on if he was being honest. Once the hickey was formed Stiles sat up, effectively pushing Derek up too, bringing a wolf-like whine from him. Stiles unclasped his jeans and wriggled out of them, losing his underwear at the same time; leaving him completely bare on the old couch.
"I figured that was the next step," Stiles explained the interruption to Derek's exploration of his navel.
There was a hungry look on Derek's face as his eyes dragged over the entirety of Stiles' naked body, he especially lingered on the half hard erection between muscular thighs. He almost went straight back to his previous task, but first; Derek very nearly ripped his shirt in the hurry to get it off, and his jeans came down with one yank, Stiles noted that his boyfriend had not been wearing underwear.
Now that they were both completely naked, Derek was keener than ever, and it wasn't just his solid manhood that gave it away. He buried his nose into Stiles' neat tuft of pubic hair and enthusiastically licked his balls; he was surprisingly gentle for how needy he was. Stiles moaned and it only spurred Derek on, alternating between the two and then licking further down on the smooth expanse of skin that lead him to his next goal.
A small squeal of pleasure broke out from Stiles' mouth as Derek's tongue played with his hole and then his legs were thrust over Derek's strong shoulders to give him better access to that tight warmth. Moans, whines and high pitched noises were all Stiles was capable of while Derek's tongue made its way inside him and moved in all the right ways. And then it was over and Derek let Stiles' legs down, he pressed two fingers to Stiles' inflamed lips and the human instantly took the fingers into his mouth, sucking like his life depended on it and when Derek deemed it enough he pulled them out. Derek wasted no time filling his mate with those two fingers straight up, pushing them in and pulling them out only to push in deeper every time until he could do it easily and his fingers could twist and curl in the way that made Stiles' scrabble for purchase on something, anything, because the world was exploding behind his eyelids. It made his body writhe and tense from the pleasure, and just when Stiles thought he couldn't take it anymore, Derek slowed his fingers down and introduced a third one to stretch him even further.
Stiles' length was impossibly hard, dark red and dribbling with pre-come, it bobbed slightly as Derek thrust his fingers into that warm space between his mate's legs and that caught Derek's attention. Fingers still working expertly, Derek bent over and licked the pooling liquid from Stiles' velvety tip making the younger man cry out; it was sweet, and salty, and Stiles, and Derek almost stopped everything just so he could keep tasting his mate.
"Fucking Christ," Stiles groaned, "please, please…I'm so ready," he begged knowing just how debouched he looked.
Derek glanced up with his smouldering, icy blue eyes and licked Stiles one more time, it took everything the human had not to come right there in that second, his eyes locked with Derek's. Somehow he managed to keep it together and Stiles was rewarded by the removal of Derek's fingers from his hole, a whine slipped from his lips and Derek grinned like a wolf that had cornered his prey.
Hurriedly, Stiles reached into his jeans pocket and procured a small bottle of lube (he was always prepared on a full moon), he popped open the cap and poured a good amount into his hand then tossed the closed bottle aside. He sat up a little and found Derek's harder-than-rock, leaking erection and spread the lube over the length, making sure to tease that spot under the head that Derek liked; making his boyfriend whine.
Once Stiles was satisfied, he stole a kiss and then Derek was pinning him to the couch with a growl and pulling his legs up again to gain better access. Pleased with the angle, Derek pushed the head of his length past the tight muscles of Stiles' slick hole. Stiles groaned but felt the initial burn subside quickly as Derek filled him all the way, and there was no time to adjust because his boyfriend was already pulling back out to thrust back in.
With every movement Stiles moaned, whined, spoke incomprehensible gibberish and bit his lips, it was when Derek adjusted the angle to go deeper and hit that spot again that Stiles let out a short scream, and then a string of short screams as Derek thrust repeatedly at that angle, just to hear his mate scream with pleasure (Stiles was very vocal). If Stiles didn't bite his nails regularly he would have torn the floral fabric of the couch from the way he clawed at it, his body arching and writhing in ecstasy.
And then the blinding pleasure calmed, but it didn't matter, Stiles was so close to the edge now that Derek didn't need to hit the sweet spot anymore, he was so sensitive and stimulated that anything could probably make him come. Derek brought Stiles' legs even further up, bringing his dripping, needy erection closer to Derek's mouth, they locked eyes and Stiles knew that the moment any part of Derek touched him he would lose his load. His thrusts were slower and shallower now, but it was worth it to taste his mate again, and without hesitation, Derek took the head of Stiles length into his mouth and had barely begun to suck when Stiles cried out, his body shook and his hole clenched around Derek as hot, saltiness hit the back of Derek's throat and he swallowed it all, lapping it all up until Stiles was too sensitive and pushed his head away. Derek whined but hastily recovered his earlier fast, punishing rhythm, and with Stiles still contracting around him and the taste of his mate in his mouth, Derek came deep in Stiles, a resemblance of a howl broke from his mouth.
There was enough clarity in Derek's mind now that he knew he needed to pull out, so he did; causing Stiles to groan. Derek picked up his own shirt and used it to clean them up as best his could before lying back on top of his mate and lazily licking the sweat on his chest. Stiles fell asleep like that and eventually Derek did too, his nose buried in Stiles' neck.
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At first Stiles didn't know what had awakened him, and then he realised that he was alone on the couch, and naked. He sat up and stretched, Derek needed a better couch if they were going to continue fucking on it. His clothes were strewn about on the living room floor, so he dressed as he picked up each article of clothing and wondered where Derek had gone.
Stiles checked out a couple of rooms in the house and then he heard a howl in the distance; it was Scott, he had a very distinct howl being alpha. The next one was further away, he couldn't be sure who it was though, he was trying to learn who each howl belonged too, but it was proving to be more difficult than he had thought. Stiles decided to try outside, Scott's call meant they were getting ready to search the forest, so he went to the front door, opening it he found Derek immediately. Derek was lurking at the front of the house in a small clearing where Stiles parked his jeep, it was almost completely dark but Stiles could tell that the full moon had already laid its claim to his boyfriend. The pointed ears, excessive facial hair, fangs, claws and glowing blue eyes were a dead giveaway. Derek noticed Stiles instantly and added his own howl to the night air; alerting Scott that he was ready.
Someone else howled in the opposite direction, and then another one further away in the same direction. Derek would prefer Stiles to stay in the safety of the house, but he knew arguing was futile, Stiles was a part of the pack, he just wasn't a werewolf.
Usually Stiles would drive his jeep around while the pack ran, but tonight they would be moving slower, more cautiously, so Stiles was going to be on foot. He grabbed a prepacked bag out of the jeep and slung it over his shoulder, he came prepared to full moons with all sorts of things; water, snacks, lube, flashlight, bandages, jumper, portable phone charger, lighter and a few other bits and pieces. It was important to be organized.
Seeing that Stiles was ready, Derek sniffed the air and decided on a direction, Stiles trailed after him, keeping a few paces back and staying downwind, he also had to concentrate harder to make sure he didn't run into anything or trip over a stray root.
They hadn't made it very far from the house when they heard an unfamiliar howl nearby. Derek went very still and put his hand out indicating that Stiles should do the same. Stiles froze, it was odd that another werewolf would be in their territory, especially on a full moon.
Derek sniffed the air again, the scent was somewhat familiar, but why?
As if Stiles had read his mind, the human had an epiphany, "When I hit that guy with my jeep, didn't you say he smelt like a werewolf?"
Icy blue eyes turned to Stiles as the realisation hit him; it was the same scent, he was obviously not in the hospital anymore. Derek nodded and a shadow moved in his peripheral vision, "Go back to the house, now," his voice was low and rough.
Stiles was about to argue when a large grey creature came at Derek growling, Derek moved out of the way with ease, "Shit!" the human said, eyes wide; this was not like any werewolf he'd ever seen.
Derek snarled at the other werewolf and stood protective of Stiles ready to strike at any moment. The grey werewolf - Remus, that was his name - circled around; effectively cutting off any chance of them getting back to the house. Together Derek and Stiles slowly moved backwards as Remus came towards them; it seemed that Remus wasn't home at the moment though.
Suddenly, Stiles had an idea, he still had a couple of firecrackers in his pack from a party they had a few weekends ago, none of the wolves had liked the noise they made and he figured Remus probably wouldn't either. Keeping his eyes on Remus as much as possible as they continued to move away from him, Stiles rummaged through his bag until he came across the two items he needed; the firecrackers and a lighter.
"Derek," Stiles warned as he lit the firecrackers, the thread started to burn and he yelled, "run!" before throwing the explosive at Remus. Derek and Stiles turned and ran, going as fast as they could, Stiles looked back in time to see that the firecracker had landed at Remus' feet and then there was no more thread left to burn and the forest was filled with loud bangs and bright flashes as the firecrackers ignited. Stiles saw Remus recoil and then he focused on running; at least his plan would buy them a little time to figure out what to do. Derek growled next to him and Stiles knew the sound hurt his ears.
The forest was quiet again as the firecrackers finished, but they kept running, Derek never got too far ahead, even though he could undoubtedly run twice as fast, he never left Stiles behind. They slowed down after a while; they couldn't run all night, well Derek probably could, but Stiles couldn't.
They came to a complete stop and Stiles bent over, hands supporting him on his knees as he tried to get enough air into his lungs, "What…are we…gonna…do?" he asked between wheezing breaths.
Derek wasn't breathing as hard as Stiles but he could still feel the sting of the chill night air in his lungs as he drew deep breaths, "I have never seen a werewolf like him before," after a couple of breaths he continued, "it must take total control from him, I think our best bet is to distract him until morning…and then take Remus back to his family when he is human again."
"We should…call Scott…for help," Stiles suggested as he stood up straight, his legs still burning from running.
Sniffing the air, Derek replied, his voice deep, "No, the rest of the pack should focus on the Hunters, we will take care of this."
Stiles cringed, he knew Derek was right; he'd almost forgotten about the threat of the Hunters, "Alright," he agreed, his breathing returning to a resemblance of normal, "but we need a plan, those were my only firecrackers."
Derek's head snapped to the right, he had heard something, quickly he put a hand over Stiles' mouth to prevent him from saying anything. He pulled them behind the cover of a tree trunk once he had spotted two small orbs of light bobbing between the trees not too far away. Appearing human again would help if it were the Hunters, so that's what Derek did after removing his hand from Stiles' mouth.
As the lights came closer Stiles could hear a dog bark and when they were close enough, he could see it was a huge black dog; it sniffed at the ground and then the air. Stiles could feel Derek tense next to him as the lights came nearer, and then he saw the group of people behind those lights; he thought he recognised some of them.
Faster than they could react, the dog bounded over to their particular tree trunk and barked at their presence; they had been found. Derek's eyes glowed and he growled, trying to scare the dog off before it completely gave away their position, but it was too late.
"What is it Sirius?" a sharp, familiar voice asked the dog as a tall dark man rounded the tree with one of the lights, "what are you two doing here?" he asked suspiciously upon seeing Stiles and Derek.
Before they could answer, another younger man joined him, Stiles could see his eyes go wide in the bright lights they both carried, "Derek? Stiles?"
It was then that Stiles realised why he had recognised some of the people in the group, "Harry? And…Severus? What are you doing out here?"
"That is what I asked you," stated Severus, his manner was unwavering and apprehensive.
Derek frowned, he didn't like Severus' attitude, like he was accustomed to having authority over people.
"Derek lives out here, we like to go for walks in the forest," it wasn't really a lie, just not telling the whole truth. The dog, Sirius (wait, wasn't there a fourth man named Sirius?), growled lightly, as if he knew Stiles wasn't being completely honest
"You should go home, it isn't safe out here tonight, haven't you heard the howling?" Harry queried, lowering his light from their eyes.
"Howling?" Stiles tried to appear innocent, but as if to prove him a liar; a howl sounded close by.
The four men looked around as if they were trying to spot the culprit, "Shit, stay with us, we'll protect you," Severus told them, not that he seemed happy about it.
Stiles sighed, it was probably easier to just come clean, "Look, I assume you're looking for Remus, it might help you to know that we've already encountered him, I set off some firecrackers to distract him so we could get away…"
Severus rushed forwarded and gripped his shirt, at the same time Derek moved forward to defend Stiles, "How did you know it was Remus?" Severus demanded, he shoved, what Stiles had thought was an odd torch but appeared to be a stick with light coming from the end, against Stiles' throat.
"Sev, let him go!" Harry commanded trying to get other man off of Stiles.
Derek gripped Severus' arms, "Release him," he threated trying to keep the growl out of his voice, but it was hard enough to stop his eyes changing.
Severus released Stiles reluctantly but there was no time for further discussion as Sirius started growling and then launched into the darkness between two trees across from them.
"Move!" Harry yelled.
The night air filled with the sounds of growling and snarling and the last thing Stiles saw as he and Derek were herded towards the rest of the group was Sirius, the great black dog, attempting to fight off Remus, the werewolf.