Disclaimer: The characters of Teen Wolf do not belong to me. This came out of nowhere, other than I've been doing a rewatch and I have all these feels that need to go somewhere. I hope ya'll like. I just, I love Sciles SO MUCH. Read on!

A Sciles Wedding

By Julia

The day of the wedding, the sun dawned bright and early. It was June, and they had just graduated. Scott woke up, and he was alone. Stiles had insisted, because he said they weren't supposed to see each other before the wedding. Scott had tried to tell him since when did that apply to gay weddings, and Stiles had said if he needed to, he could think of Stiles as the bride and Scott wasn't going to see him before the wedding. Scott didn't know if he was going to make it till noon without seeing Stiles. He sighed and moved to get in the shower. Stiles was moving in here for the rest of the summer, but they were both going to UCLA together, and they already had an apartment locked in. They couldn't move into it till late August, it wouldn't be available till then.

Scott still couldn't believe that he was getting married today. Today he was going to be someone's husband. Scott turned on the water to get it hot, and that's when there was a knock at his door. Scott turned, he wondered if it was his mom. "Ma? Is that you?" He asked, as he moved to the door. When he opened it, it was Stiles. "Bae, what are you doing? You said we can't see each other till the wedding." He said, but he couldn't keep the smile off his face.

Stiles closed the distance between them, and tugged Scott close, kissing him. "I couldn't be without you any longer. I barely slept because you weren't there with your arms around me." He said, when the kiss broke. Stiles heard the water in the shower. "Mmm, good, I need to shower too." He tugged his fiance toward the bathroom, and Scott went with him willingly. Stiles started taking off Scott's clothes, his hands moving along his smooth abs. Stiles tugged him closer again, kissing Scott hungrily.

"Next time I tell you we have to spend a night apart tell me how stupid I am." Stiles said, and Scott nodded, he was grabbing at Stiles' clothes to pull them off. Stiles kicked away his pants, and tugged Scott into the shower, pushing him up against the wall, kissing him deeply, sucking on his tongue. He knew that that drove Scott wild. Scott was kissing him back just as hungrily, and his arms were wrapped around Stiles' neck, his fingers playing in the hair at the nape of Stiles' neck. Stiles shivered, he loved when Scott did that. He kissed him deeper, pressing his entire body against Scott's, his length brushing up against Scott's. This caused a moan from Scott.

Scott nibbled on Stiles' bottom lip, and tugged Stiles closer, his hands moving down Stiles' back, and gripped his ass, Stiles gasping. Scott rocked his hips against Stiles', and he slipped a finger inside Stiles, as the water poured over them. Scott moved his finger inside Stiles, and his fiance gasped against his lips. Scott was usually the one who topped, but every once in awhile they switched. Scott moved to suck on Stiles' collarbone, he wanted to mark him. Stiles had hickeys all over his body. Scott sucked hard, and gasped against his neck as Stiles' hands grasped Scott's ass.

"Are you ready for me?" He asked Stiles, and Stiles whispered in Scott's ear that he was. Scott parted Stiles' legs, and removed his finger and then slipped his long hard member inside him. Stiles gasped out loud and gripped Scott's ass tightly. Scott began to thrust, he was so glad that Stiles had come over. He'd had the plan to masturbate, because dreaming about Stiles all night had given him morning wood. Scott pushed deeper into him, and Stiles gasped, biting gently into Scott's shoulder. Scott shivered, he loved when Stiles bit him like that. Scott pushed deeper inside him, as far as he could go. Stiles cried out, his nails digging into Scott's ass a little.

He reached between them with one of his hands and stroked Stiles' cock. Scott tried to match his hand movements to his thrusting. Stiles' eyes closed and his head fell on Scott's shoulder. He pressed some kisses there, but he was too blissed out to do much else. Scott loved making Stiles that turned on. He let his long fingers move over the ballsac, cupping it. Stiles gasped again and bit gently at Scott's shoulder again. Scott could feel his orgasm building, and he let out a groan as Stiles squeezed around his cock. He came then, gasping out Stiles' name. Stiles' hand moved with Scott's over his cock.

Stiles gasped as he and Scott both moved their hands along his cock, and soon Stiles was coming too, as the water poured down them, running in rivulets down their sculpted bodies. Stiles lifted his head and kissed Scott again, and then they both reached for the shower gel to get washed up. Stiles loved when they took showers together and washed each other. He moved the loofah over Scott, as Scott opened the shampoo bottle and lathered up Stiles' hair. Stiles' eyes closed, but he knew Scott's body so well he didn't need to see to wash it. He moved down across Scott's abs, and let Scott tilt his head back into the spray to wash the shampoo out of his hair.

His eyes stayed closed, moving the loofah down Scott's body, sliding down his abs and then brushing over Scott's length. Stiles could barely think as Scott moved the other loofah around Stiles' body, and Stiles felt on autopilot as he reached for the shampoo, and spread some in Scott's hair. His fingers moved through slowly, one of his favorite things was washing Scott's hair. Scott's eyes closed too, and he murmured a nonsense word with pleasure. Stiles fingers scratched Scott's scalp softly, and he got another moan of pleasure. Stiles said, "I love washing your hair. You get so much pleasure out of it." He gently moved Scott's head under the water, his fingers still moving through his hair as the shampoo washed out of it, Scott's eyes closed.

They turned off the water and climbed out, reaching for towels. Scott toweled dry. "I promise, we'll never spend another night alone again." He told him, as he rubbed the towel through his hair. Scott wrapped it around his waist and headed back into the bedroom. That's when there was a knock at the door again. Scott was sure it was his mom then. "Hold on, Ma." He called out, making sure that he was all covered up, and that Stiles was, and went to the door. When he opened it, it was indeed Melissa. "Hey, Ma." He said, wondering what she wanted to know.

Melissa took a look at him, and then she heard Stiles moving around in the bedroom. "I will have you know, you two were the ones who wanted to do the no seeing each other before the wedding thing." She was still having issues with this wedding. She knew that she had been the one to say it was okay for them to live with her before they went to college, but she still thought Scott was too young to be getting married. He was only 18 years old. She wanted to see him actually live his life. She loved Stiles, she knew that he was a permanent fixture in her son's life, and she didn't care if they wanted to be together. She just didn't think that they needed to get married to do it.

"Also, the priest said he might be a bit late. Didn't say why. He just called. While you were having sex in the shower." This was said with a bit of a bite, but she was mostly not serious. Melissa knew that Scott was an adult, and if she tried to forbid him, he would still find a way to do it. She was of the mind that if you trusted your kids, they would do the right thing. Especially Scott, he always did his best to do the right thing. Now, he was looking at her a bit sheepishly. "And I don't care how nervous you are, you are eating breakfast. I have eggs, bacon, toast, and hashbrowns downstairs. Get something on and both of you come down and eat."

Scott nodded. "Okay, Ma." He said, and when she still stood there, he added, "I swear, we'll be down in a couple of minutes." Satisfied, she left and he closed the door. Scott moved to grab some jeans that Stiles thought his ass looked great in. He grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and slid them up his body. Stiles was already dressed, wearing his pair of jeans and one of Scott's tee shirts. They were going to get dressed at the church. Their tuxes were in bags in Scott's closet. Scott tugged the jeans up. "Apparently she heard us." He told Stiles, his face was covered in a blush. Scott was usually pretty good at being quiet, they'd been having sex for years under this roof and Melissa only knew about a few times.

Stiles moved to him, and kissed him. "It's because when I drive you crazy you just can't be quiet." He said, laughing when Scott made a face at him. Stiles moved to run a brush through Scott's wet hair. Scott's eyes immediately closed. Stiles brushed until it was just the way he liked it, and then let Scott grab a shirt. Stiles watched, licking his lips as Scott's muscles rippled as he pulled on the tee shirt. Stiles had been in love with Scott since he was four years old. And today, he was marrying him. Stiles met Scott's eyes as the shirt fell into place. "I love you." He said, stepping closer, and wrapping his arms around Scott's neck. "I love you so much. I am so proud to become your husband today."

Kissing him, Scott said, "I love you too. I know no one else will ever love me like you do." Scott wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist. "You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I can't believe that I am marrying my best friend." Scott stroked the small of Stiles' back. He was rewarded with Stiles' full body shiver. Scott tugged at him. "Come on, if we don't go down Ma's going to come back up here and force us." He said, smiling and kissing him again as he tugged him towards the door, his hand slipping into Stiles'.

The rest of the morning seemed to fly by for both of them. Scott insisted on Stiles riding to the church with his dad, he wanted them to at least try to adhere to their original rule. Scott for once had to leave his moped at home, he didn't want the helmet to mess up his hair. So, he rode with Melissa in her car. Scott had opted for a church wedding, which Stiles had tried to protest. Neither of them was very religious. Scott knew that Melissa wanted it though. He knew that she was still having trouble adjusting to this idea and he wanted her to be as happy as he could make her. "Ma, I know you're still against this wedding." He told her, finally turning to look at her. He'd been staring out the window. "It's okay, you know. You can object. It's not going to stop me, but I'm not going to be mad at you for wanting what's best for me. And you think me and Stiles getting married isn't the best thing."

It always surprised her how perceptive her son could be. He usually acted as if he didn't know what was going on in other people's heads. She knew he was getting this perception from Stiles. "It's not that I don't want you to be happy, Scott. I do. And if Stiles is that for you, then I am okay with that. It may not be what I wanted for you, but I know that he loves you. I've known that he's been in love with you your whole lives. I've also always known that you were too. It just took you a little longer to realize it than he did. You were thirteen, he was four. You've been together for five years. I know that you're always going to be together. That is not my objection."

She cleared her throat as they stopped at a stop light. "My objection is that you're just starting your life, Scott. You two are just eighteen years old. I think you're too young to get married. I know I can't stop you. You're an adult. I just think you're making a big mistake. You can still be together, you just don't have to be married to do it." Melissa was almost glad that Scott had brought it up. She had been keeping her feelings to herself and she was glad that she at least got to say it out loud.

"Ma, I know you've been in love before. Stiles and I have been together for five years. You just said it. If that doesn't prove that we're going to be together forever, I don't know what does. Even if we waited, marriage would still be in our future. We don't see the point in waiting. When it's forever, you just know." Scott said, shrugging. He knew it was going to take awhile for Melissa to get on board, but he didn't mind. He knew that he and Stiles were forever. "We want to get married. We want to start our lives together. It's been damn hard to live apart. You know that, what with how many sleepovers we have."

Scott paused as they started down the road again. "I know that you're going to need some time to adjust to this. Noah does too. We understand that. All we ask is that you just keep an open mind. We know how young we are. We do. We know that most people don't marry their high school sweethearts. But Ma, this is it. I know it is. No matter what happens, Stiles and I are going to be together forever. Through everything we've been through, we've always had each other. Stiles is my whole life. I know that with him, I can get through anything life has to throw at me."

"Just promise you'll be there, Ma. Promise you'll do your best to accept this when you can. I know you think we're making a mistake, but we know we're not. Stiles and I aren't you and Rafe."

Rafe was Scott's dad, he never gave him the respect of calling him dad. Melissa turned onto the street that the church was on. It was a long street. She kept her eyes on the road as she spoke. "I know that you and Stiles aren't us. I'm honestly glad you aren't. I don't regret being with him, because it brought me you. I know that Stiles isn't going to turn out like your father." She didn't blame Scott for hating him. She had told him to get out of the house, he had been drunk and Scott had gotten hurt. But she had never told him to get out of Scott's life. Melissa had always believed they were better off without him in their lives. However, she had invited him to the wedding, because she knew that he was trying to be a better dad.

"You and Stiles are really in love. No one is denying that. I just think that waiting a couple of years isn't going to hurt. But if you need me to have an open mind, Scott, I can do that. You know that I'm always going to love you, no matter what. That includes your gay wedding to your best friend." Melissa pulled into the church parking lot. It was a small wedding. Scott had no other family, Stiles' family was only going to be his dad, and just their friends were going to be there. Alan Deaton, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, and Allison Argent. Scott and Stiles were going to go on a honeymoon to Paris, she still wasn't sure how they were paying for that. She was sure they'd both been saving for a long time, but she didn't want to pry too much into it in case she didn't really want to know.

They got out of the car and headed up to the church. Scott had made Stiles take his own suit, trying to adhere to the original rule. He had reached into the back of the car to get his after he'd gotten out. Deaton was his boss, and he was the one who was giving Scott away. Scott hadn't even hesitated in asking him. Noah, Stiles' dad, was the one who was giving Stiles away. Melissa hadn't minded Scott asking Deaton, she knew it was usually a father type, and Deaton definitely fit that mold for Scott. Scott grinned when he saw Kira standing outside the church, already wearing her dress. She was Scott's best person. "Hey, beautiful." Scott said, leaning to kiss her cheek when he got closer.

"You ready to do this thing?" He asked her, but before Kira could answer, he caught sight of Rafe McCall walking across the church parking lot. "Rafe?" He asked, and turned to Melissa, who to her credit, was looking sheepish. "Ma, you did not invite him." He said, she was doing anything but meeting his eyes. "I'll deal with you later." He told her, and stepped up to his father. "Leave." He said, Noah and Stiles were just pulling up, and he hoped that he could get Rafe to go back to his car before they got up to them. "I don't want you here. You were absent for most of my life, coming back in once or twice doesn't mean I want you back in my life. This wedding is happening without you. Don't make me have Noah eject you."

Rafe met his ex wife's eyes, and then turned back to Scott. "I'm your father, Scott. I have a right to be here." He said, he didn't want trouble with Noah Stilinski, but he didn't want to leave either. His son was getting married. He may be getting married to the one person on the planet that Rafe didn't want him to marry, but he was trying to get back into Scott's life. Rafe didn't know what he was going to do if Scott actually tried to have him removed. "Don't be mad at your mother. She was just trying to help you avoid having regrets for not inviting me."

Scott was doing his best not to shove him. "I'm not going to ask you again. Leave. This wedding is for people who support Stiles and I. You don't. You never have supported us. When you found out we started dating you threatened to have Noah investigated. You have always done whatever you could do show that you aren't behind this relationship. It's your fault you aren't welcome here. You are not my father. You're just the one who got Ma pregnant with me. You stopped being my father years ago. Now leave, or I will make sure Noah forcibly removes you, and you will spend the night in jail."

He kept Rafe's gaze, until Rafe conceded, holding up his hands and turning to walk off. Scott turned to his mother. "I have to go get ready to get married, so this is over for now, but we are not done talking about this." Scott's tone held a no nonsense tone that he hadn't ever really used with her before. Scott knew that she was just trying to help, but it wasn't helping him, it was helping his no account father. Scott did his best to keep his temper in check as he headed inside with Kira. Scott saw Deaton and Malia inside when they got in, and he managed a smile for both of them. Malia was wearing a gorgeous dress. She wasn't in the wedding party.

"Thanks so much for coming, guys." Scott said, giving them both one armed hugs. "I've got to go and change." Scott moved to his dressing room, which was off to the side of the chapel. Scott wasn't surprised to find Stiles inside, waiting for him. "Stiles, we're trying to behave." He said, going to lay his tux on the couch. He knew Stiles wanted to talk about Rafe being there. Scott didn't want to talk about it. He wanted to focus on his wedding.

Stiles stepped closer, his tux was already in his dressing room, which was on the opposite end of the church. He reached out and took Scott's hands. "I know you don't want to talk about this, but we're going to. I didn't know that Melissa invited Rafe. But don't take it out on her. She's not trying to ruin anything. She just wanted to make sure that you weren't going to regret not inviting him in a few years. I hate Rafe as much as you do, and I don't want him here either, but cut her some slack." He didn't want to see Scott's relationship with his mother deteriorate because she had asked his father to come to his wedding.

"I just don't want you to fight with Melissa about this, okay? She didn't mean anything. She wasn't trying to hurt you or ruin this wedding." Stiles kept his gaze on Scott's, who was starting to cry a little. Stiles brushed some of the tears off Scott's cheek. "It's okay, Scott. He can't hurt you anymore." Stiles alone knew what exactly Rafe had done to Scott. They'd never told Melissa. "He's never going to hurt you again, okay? I promise." Stiles said, and Scott stepped into his arms, crying on Stiles' shoulder. "I still think we should tell her, but it's still your choice. It happened to you." Stiles had only not told anyone what Scott had told him because Rafe had been gone, and Scott hadn't wanted to tell anyone. With Rafe gone, Stiles hadn't seen the point in forcing him to press charges if he didn't want to.

Scott held onto Stiles, it had scared him to death to see Rafe, and he knew that his mother hadn't been trying to ruin anything. And he knew that if she had known what he'd done she never would have invited him. Scott knew all of that in his head. He just was having a hard time telling that to his heart. Scott buried his head in Stiles' shoulder. "I know you're right." He said, his voice muffled by the fabric of Stiles' tee shirt. He was holding onto Stiles as tightly as he ever had. "It's just….. I hated to see him. I know she doesn't know. It's my fault she doesn't. Maybe one day I'll tell her…. But right now I can't."

A few more deep breaths, and Scott had calmed down. He pulled his head out of Stiles' shoulder and sniffled. He let go so he could get some tissues. "I love you, Stiles. I love you so much. I just want to get married to you. Okay? Can we not talk about this right now?" He asked, and Stiles kissed him, nodding. "Go get dressed, so we can get married." Scott said, and watched Stiles leave the room, closing the door behind him. Scott wiped his eyes again. He was going to get married, and he was going to be happy.

About an hour later, the ceremony had started. Everyone was in the chapel, and Scott was carrying his guitar. "Stiles, for my vows, I'm going to let Aerosmith speak for me." He said, he'd managed to keep this a secret from him, and he was so glad that he had.

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

Don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing

'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing

Lying close to you, hearing your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together
And I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever

I just wanna hold you close
I feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time, yeah yeah yeah

Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing

When he'd finished, Stiles was crying. Scott set his guitar down on the pew next to his mother, and stepped back up to Stiles. Stiles sniffled, and took Scott's hands as he stepped back up to him. "What I have to say isn't as beautiful as that. I just, I love you. I have loved you ever since we were four years old and we met in that sandbox. I never had a doubt that we were meant to be together. You are my best friend, Scott. You are my life. You were there through everything in my entire life. When I lost my mom, you were there. You told me that she was going to be watching over me for the rest of my life, and it wasn't okay that she didn't get to be down here with me anymore, but I could live the rest of my life knowing that she was with God." Stiles was crying harder at this point.

Taking a breath, he continued. "I love you, and I am going to spend every minute of my life making sure that you know how much I love you. I don't want to miss a thing with you, either, Scott. I want to be there for everything. There is no one else on this planet that I would ever want to be with." Scott was crying too, and Stiles reached up to wipe some of the tears off his cheeks. There actually wasn't a dry eye in the chapel. Stiles cleared his throat before he started speaking again. "You are never going to know what it would be like without me, because I'm always going to be here. No matter where you go, I will be there. I don't want you to ever have to wonder what it would be like if I wasn't there, because I always will be."

With that, they put the rings on each other's fingers, and they were pronounced husbands. Scott and Stiles kissed, and Scott knew that he was forever going to be safe, because Stiles was never going to let anything happen to him ever again. Scott knew that this was forever. He knew that he was never going to be without Stiles. He tugged him close as they walked down the aisle to go back to Scott's for the reception. Scott held Stiles as close as he could, to let him know that he was never letting go. For the rest of his life.

Author's note: I hope ya'll liked! I'm doing a rewatch because I got the DVDs, and so I have all these Sciles feels that need to go somewhere. I really needs it to be endgame. I left what Rafe did vague on purpose, I didn't want to trigger anyone if I didn't have to. There may be more to this, I'm not sure. For now, though, this is it. I wrote this when I should have been sleeping. Oooops. LOL. I hope ya'll will feel compelled to leave a review!