Chapter 2- We'll See Each Other in Less than 48 Hours, Right?
The next time Stiles wakes up, he is greeting with much more appealing sight. Somehow, without waking him, Derek is slowly lowering himself onto Stiles' cock, a look of bliss on his face. Stiles watches as Derek sinks down completely with an almost inaudible whimper. Derek opens his eyes, bright blue irises lock onto Stiles red-tinged ones. Without a word Derek raises up until just the head of Stile's cock is stretching him open then descends just as slowly as before. Stiles feels his fangs drop as he tries not to thrust back up into the tight warmth. It takes everything he has to let Derek set the pace.
Knowing he is driving his mate mad, Derek continues to move with deliberate slowness. Once he is fully seated, he grinds his hips down; a smirk on his face as he watches Stiles' eyes flash red. Derek own eyes flash blue in response. He only smiles wider as Stiles lets out a soft warning growl. Derek bites his bottom lip with a shake of his head. Watching his mate so happy and playful makes Stiles, and his wolf, feel immense joy. It wasn't too long ago that Derek believed himself unworthy of happiness. Knowing he's helped his mate overcome his own self-doubts has Stiles' wolf howling with joy. Which doesn't do a damn thing for the overwhelming desire to mount his mate and knot him.
A desire that will have to wait until after he returns. As much as they both wanted to have the last step of bonding link them together completely, they know it will have to wait until after Stiles' meeting. Their bond is still considered official and binding, but it won't be complete until they have been knotted together. Once mates have knotted together, after claiming one another with a bite, a link between them will form. A connection that allows them to know each other's feelings, gain a deeper understanding, a mental joining. Some bonded mates decide against this final step, thinking it some fairytale. This isn't helped by the fact that only true mates are able to complete this final step. Luckily for Stiles, he knows that Derek is his true mate. He knew it the moment the other were glared at him and refused to acknowledge his Alpha Voice.
Stiles lets out an annoyed huff, not only for the thought that he must wait to knot his mate but for the obscene teasing his mate is subjecting him to. Derek grins down at Stiles as he leans closer and scent marks Stiles before nipping along his jaw with a whispered, "alpha".
Unable to control himself any longer, Stiles' flips them over and thrusts into Derek. He lets out a pleased rumble as Derek tilts his head back while his eyes fully shift to omega blue. Not wasting any time, Stiles runs his nose along the column of Derek's neck as he sets a fast past. He knows he isn't going to last as Derek clamps down around his cock. Stiles angles his thrusts to hit Derek's prostate and watches as his mate becomes undone. He smacks the omega's hand away from his cock, wanting Derek to come untouched.
Derek whines but meets Stiles thrust for thrust. Knowing his mates needs a little more to push him over the edge, Stiles leans down and takes one of Derek's hard nubs in his mouth. Derek arches his back, pressing himself more firmly against Stiles. Who grins around his mouthful before biting down as he pinches and pulls the other nub. It isn't long before Stiles feels wetness between their bodies. Close to the edge himself Stiles groans as Derek's heat clenches around him, practically milking his release out of him.
Rolling them to their sides, Stiles rubs against his mate. He wants to be covered in his scent before he leaves. Derek watches him with half-laden eyes, a pleased smile on his face.
"You are an insufferable tease," Stiles tells him before claiming his mouth in a messy kiss.
"Need to make sure you have a reason to come back," the 'to me' is left unspoken.
Stiles gathers Derek to him, "Sourwolf, there is nothing that can keep me from returning to you."
Derek grumbles and makes a show of being annoyed at the nickname, but Stiles feels the smile against his neck.
The airport isn't terribly crowded for a Friday afternoon, which is to say it is still hell for a werewolf. Stiles is trying to breathe through his mouth, mainly because not breathing at all isn't an option. Glancing over at Derek, he notices the other were is doing the same. They lean closer to one another and clasp hands, trying to block out all the external smells with their own. Derek's hand tightens briefly as they finally approach the security checkpoint. Scott and Boyd stop a few feet away from them, in the noisy crowd, it is more than just the illusion of privacy.
Scott and Boyd went along to the airport, not wanting to leave their alpha alone or risk his mate on the return trip. Stiles would be lying if he said it didn't comfort him knowing Derek wouldn't be alone while he's away. Another relief is Scott is finally warming up to Derek. His second didn't have the highest opinion of his mate. Without reason, Scott hated Derek on sight and was against his bonding with Stiles. Then it seemed over night he stopped his campaign against Derek and accepted the omega as the new second of the pack.
Pushing these thoughts to the side Stiles leans into Derek, "I guess this is our stop." Stiles tries to keep his voice light. He knows the omega isn't fooled, but he plays along anyway.
"Thinking about you being trapped in that tiny tin can for the next three hours almost makes me glad to be staying home." Derek gives Stiles a cheeky grin.
Stiles rolls his eyes and turns toward Derek, "I'll be back before you know it." He glances back at Scott and Boyd, "They are going to stay with you while I'm gone." Stiles nips at Derek's neck in warning as the omega begins to protest, "I need to know that you are safe, and they can do that for me."
Derek glares at Stiles, his eyebrows proclaiming their utter annoyance, "I took care of myself for years before joining your pack."
Stiles huffs out a sigh, "You shouldn't have had to, Derek. If I had known you were packless, you'd have been mine a lot sooner."
Derek's eyebrows glower a bit more, "A bit possessive there, Alpha."
"Hush Mr. Independent Grump, you like it." Stiles doesn't comment more as Derek only nuzzles into his neck.
"Stiles, you are going to miss your flight if you don't get a move on it," Scott's voice is loud as it breaks them out of their little bubble. Stiles swallows a growl and he forces himself not to lash out at Scott for his insubordination.
Huffing out a breath he pulls Derek into a long kiss, full of too much tongue. Pulling away he cups his mate's cheek and places a kiss on his forehead, "Stop scowling, it'll give you wrinkles." He gives Derek a wink while he moves to get in line for security.
Once through hell, aka airport security, Stiles finds his gate just as the flight is beginning to board. He finds his seat, noticing with a wince of dismay a woman is already in the window seat. Muttering to himself, he stores his bag and wiggles his way around the woman's bag on the floor to the seat next to her. Once settled he turns to the woman, Stiles holds out his hand, she arches a haughty eyebrow and pointily ignores his offered hand, "Hiya! Looks like we are going to be seatmate for this flight. I'm Stiles, and I hate flying. Man, did that just sound like an AA introduction." The woman turns up her nose as she opens a magazine, "Not that I'm in AA. Not that there is anything wrong with AA! It's okay if you're in AA. Geeze, why are we talking about AA."
"Do you always talk this much to strangers on a plane?" The woman snips with a cold stare.
"Not sure, this is my first time flying. My husband, oh how I miss him, would tell you I always talk this much."
The woman sneers at Stiles, "Oh God, your one of those homos."
Stiles blinks at the woman for a moment, completely caught off guard, "Yup, homosexual right here. Good of you to point that out. Bet your sharp observational skills come in handy at all your AA meetings." Stiles lets a little wolf into his grin. The woman looks ready to argue but stops as she stares at him. She must decide it isn't worth it as she turns back to her magazine, only slightly paler. Stiles wishes Derek was with him for about the hundredth time since boarding the plane.
A long three hours later, Stiles calls Derek as soon as the plane begins to taxi down the runway. He feels antsy, his skin too tight, and the air much too thick. He chalks it up to being cooped up in the tin can, but still, he needs to hear from Derek. He is practically crushing the phone in his fist as it rings for an eighth time before going to voicemail. Derek's gruff, "Do not bother … unless you're Stiles" fills his ear.
"You're really earning that sourwolf pet name. I've landed, call me when you get this." He keeps it short as the woman next to him gives a sneer as she tries to get him to move. She's been a passive aggressive annoyance all flight. Stiles gives her a bright smile as he stretches, "man these long flights are a killer to my back." He watches her eyes narrow and it looks like she is sucking on a lemon. After a long stretch and a few false starts, Stiles finally stands up and is almost bowled over by the woman.
"Pleasure flying with you and your archaic views on love!" Stiles calls after her. He gets immense joy watching her shoulders hunch as she is prevented from stalking away by the mass of people. He is pulled from watching the people mill about as his phone buzzes. Looking down he sees he has a text from Derek.
Derek: Survived your first trip in the clouds I see. On pack business with Boyd. Miss you
Stiles stares down at his screen. What pack business? Must be important for Derek not to call him back. Stiles pockets his phone without replying as the crowd of people finally begins to exit the plane. He is extremely grateful he only has his carry-on to worry about as he navigates toward the exit. He stops as he sees a short, muscular bald man holding up a sign with Stilinski in big block letters.
"Nice sign, you spelled it right and everything," Stiles greets the beta with a grin.
The beta is not amused as he huffs out, "You Stilinski?"
"The last of my line," Stiles tells him with exaggerated false joy.
The man nods once, "Boss said you'd be a pain in the ass."
Stiles squawks as the man leaves him, "Your boss isn't that nice!" he shouts at the man as he hurries to catch up.
The other man might have laughed at that, but it could have been a cough, Stiles is going with a laugh for his own sake. "He's the Lupine. He doesn't have to be nice."
Stiles can't argue with him on that.
After a long, long, long car ride they finally pull up to a two-story brick house. Okay, it might have only been fifteen minutes, but Walter (seriously Walter?!) isn't the greatest conversationalist (or listener) and Stiles is bored! Derek had texted a few times, seem the old wolf is horny as he is made to sit though pack greetings. Stiles is only too willing to help his mate out.
"Get your shit and get out," Walter tells Stiles without inflection.
"Gee Walts, here I thought we'd forged a long and everlasting friendship based on our joined love of Star Wars. Just not the prequels," Stiles grips as he steps out of the car.
Walter only grunts as he pulls into the attached garage. Stiles isn't deterred as he approaches the front door. A tall man with bright green hair greets Stiles, "Welcome to Casa del Lupine. I'm Brice and I'll be your tour guide, translator, and general all-around nice guy. If you'll please follow me the Lupine requested, you see him as soon as you arrived."
Stiles shrugs as he follows Brice into the house. The house is much larger on the inside than the outside would suggest, and Stiles is proud he kept his Doctor Who joke to himself. The first floor is open with bright colored walls and hardwood floors. Stiles doesn't see much of it as Brice takes him up a winding staircase to the second floor. The second floor is just as brightly colored as the first, but it is one long hallway with closed doors along both walls.
Brice leads Stiles to a room, which is probably someone's office. There are bookshelves lining the walls, and a large desk made from dark wood. The floor is hardwood and there is a large bay window behind the desk, letting in natural light. Stiles gets a pang, Derek would love this room. He'd be browsing all the book, completely forgetting they had business to conduct. He walks over to the shelves and takes note of the various texts. The door opens behind him and light footsteps move across the room and toward the desk.
"Found all the stuffy history books I see. Though I must warn you they are incredibly inaccurate, hunters really haven't a clue when it comes to werewolf culture." A slightly familiar British voice tells Stiles.
Stiles tries to place the voice as he pivots away from the book-shelf. His mouth opens in shock as he stares at the man standing next to the desk.
"Holy shit! You're David Bowie!" Stiles exclaims with a little squeal at the end, a manly squeal thank you.
The Lupine, David Bowie, arches a brow with a crooked grin, "Holy shite, you're Mieczysław Stilinski." He deadpans. Stiles just gapes at him, "Oh I thought we were playing the state the obvious game."