Chapter 7: Consequences

A/N: No pen name left, I agree with you there and thank you for compliment. I believe I've found the perfect place to lead the story, while maintaining partial canon. I have the highest respect for the writer(s)' of the show and the way it is proceeding; it could use a little more Sterek, but I'm picky. ;D But I promise to keep my own particular flare throughout the story. Also this chapter is a little short... But I liked the way it ended too much to bury that's important by making it any longer. Oh and it may take me a little longer to get another chapter out, I've got a couple of things to deal with.

Soundtrack: Disparate Youth by Santiago.

Previously on Harmless: Hands moved and cupped Stiles' face, thumbs brushing away the tears. Derek moved Stiles with ease so that their foreheads rest against each other's. "What's wrong?" His voice was like an anchor, weighing him down to the moment. His actions were soft, and he couldn't help but remember all the times he had been rough. A smile darted across Stiles' face.

"It's nothing." Derek didn't look satisfied with his answer, "Derek, I'm just happy."

Derek gently kissed Stiles, taking his mouth with his own so very gently. Stiles closed his eyes.

The rest of the day had been spent in Derek's arms, his warmth the only comfort for Stiles. He stretched as he awoke, and Derek rose from the movement. He seemed to smile while he heard Stile groan as muscles released their tensions and cracked.

"I think I need a shower," Stiles said. He could feel where the previous night's aftermath had dried and was now sticky.

"I don't think you need a shower," Derek wrapping his arms around Stiles, protective and caging.

"I doubt you feel as filthy as I do."

"I like that you smell of me," Derek said cuddling right close.

"That's fine, you can rub yourself all over me, as long as I can get a shower." Stiles laughed. Derek frowned, "Besides, Derek, I'm sure you're hungry and there is still leftover stew."

"You make a good case, as so long as I can rub myself all over you," Derek said with a devilish grin. "But you have to promise you'll let me carry you."

Stiles flustered, he didn't need someone to carry him, he wasn't weak, but the gesture was appreciated and Stiles nodded to his werewolf, "Fine."

Within minutes Derek was in a shirt and had helped Stiles on with one of the werewolf's larger shirts. Stiles picked up his sweater from the ground before Derek pushed away the dresser and they meandered down the passage toward the exit. In no time they reached the surface and Derek picked him up and carried him to his jeep.

"Want me to drive?"

Stiles sighed and got into the driver's seat, unlocking the other doors for Derek. When they arrived at Stiles' home his werewolf was outside his door. Stiles was in Derek's arm within seconds, he locked his jeep before the werewolf took him into his house. He let Stiles out of his arms so that he could sit down at the breakfast table. Derek was in the fridge rummaging through the containers and bottles of water; he reheated the strew and glassed the bottled water. He dragged a chair so that it was beside Stiles, and set up their food with cutlery and everything. They ate rather quickly, Derek with his manners intact ate tons and with such speed.

"Hungry, aren't you," Stiles stated.

"As Alpha I turn into a beast if I lose control, it takes a great amount of effort to keep myself from losing myself — and even now it wasn't enough. Anger, my anchor is no longer touching bottom."

"I'm sure you'll find a new anchor, you were born a werewolf; if anyone can change, it would be you."

"You have so much faith in something you haven't any clue about."

"I do not need to be a werewolf to know that you'll find a way. When I first met you I thought you were a royal ass, you repeatedly kicked my ass, but through all those trials, I love you. And I have faith in you, Derek. That's all I need to know that whatever happens, you will find a way."

Stiles got up from his chair, his monologue seemingly weakening him. He climbed the stairs, only to be picked up and taken into the bathroom. Derek turned on the shower's water and adjusted the water so that it was just right. Stiles undressed, feeling no embarrassment as he bared himself in front of his lover. He went to Derek's side, and with a grace that the werewolf didn't think Stiles had, the teen removed Derek's shirt and doffed his pants. They stood there, naked, their bodies pressed together with their arms woven around each other.

"What's gotten into you," Derek said, a look of concern on his face.

"I realized that I love you, sourwolf and that comes with consequences."

"Consequences?"

"Worry, Derek. Worry. So long as the Argents hunt you, so long as they hunt our pack there will always be worry." He smiled into Derek's chest, his face so familiar with his heat and musculature. Derek's face froze, his heartbeat increased as he heard the words our pack. His cheeks gave way to a flourish of rose blush and his nakedness became more prominent.

Stiles broke from Derek and went into the shower, the water against his flesh soaked him in moments. Derek followed. Derek, soap in hand, cleaned his lover, paying special attention, by being irritating slow, around his cock and arse. Stiles pushed into Derek at each touch, and jerking forward or backward depending on where Derek was.

"I can wash myself," Stiles said irritated. "I'm not a child, I'm not useless."

"I know, but I enjoy watching you squirm."

"So that's why you've been treating me like I'm five."

"Partially, and because I want to take care of you, I love you."

"Well Mr. Wolf, I love you too, and you don't need to take care of me to prove it." Gaining boldness, Stiles dropped to his knees, and approached Derek's manhood in a similar way a predator hunts its quarry. He took the man with his mouth, teasing the werewolf with everything he had. His tongue darted playful while his mouth did most of the work. He took Derek as far as he could, humming while he enjoyed Derek's attempts to convert his moans into growls. His werewolf rested his hands on Stiles' shoulder, his bandages made to hold up against water, before taking a hand and placing it on the back of Stiles' head. He pressed down on the teen's head, Derek's massive nakedness pressed deeper into his mouth. Taking him in stride, Stiles continued, his tonguing driving the werewolf to the edge. Derek pulled out from Stiles' mouth, regretfully feeling the unique warmth departing. The werewolf reluctantly brought Stiles to his feet. Their mouths met in a frenzy, Derek tasting himself in Stiles mouth. The werewolf's tongue toyed with Stiles'. They ground into each other, their erections pressing against the other's.

"I want more," Stiles said, through fervent moans and passionate kisses.

Derek chuckled darkly, "You and I both know that wouldn't be good." He was well aware that Stiles was trying to prove himself.

Stiles' nodded, his arse clenched which shot pain through him, then jumped into Derek, wrapping his legs around the werewolf's waist. The teen jerked himself into Derek, his cock so very hard and close to climax. He took Derek's mouth, his wounded shoulder twinging deliciously. He bit down on the werewolf's bottom lip, trigging a growl that shook through the teen's entire body. Derek kept one hand wrapped around Stiles' body, which tightened when he released one hand to place it behind Stiles' head, deepening their kiss. Stiles came between them, a series of moans and groans passed through his lips. Derek increased his pace, his grinding more animalistic in desire. Derek let ring a howl that once again tore through the teen as he came in between. Stiles slide down Derek's torso, slipping through the werewolf's grasp and dragging his tongue down the curves of his lover's abs. Derek brought him back up, and let the water rinse away the aftermath. He soaped the pair of them before, twisting Stiles around to kiss him slowly under the beating of the shower head.

"When did you manage to grab a pair set of clothes?" Stiles asked as Derek pulled on a clean pair of jeans.

"I've got quick reflexes, I had a clean pair of jeans while you were fumbling around for your sweater," Derek said.

Stiles laughed as he slid into pair of boxer-briefs before laying down on his bed. He was tired, but he wasn't going to let that hinder him. He had brushed and flossed, and so he was ready for sleep, even if it came unexpectedly. Derek switched off the lights before settling into Stiles bed, using one of the teen's pillows to support his head.

"Tell me Stiles, could Lydia be the Kanima?" Derek asked. "You've known her for the longest right?" There was a tone of jealousy in the werewolf's voice.

"She was my first crush, and so I don't think I can be impartial. There will always be that little part of me that crushes on her, I mean that's the way with everyone's first crush, or at least so I've been told."

Derek frowned.

"Don't be jealous, Derek, I love you."

The werewolf growled.

"Don't be such a sourwolf. I don't think Lydia is the Kanima, but I've never been on her radar, not for long away. She only confides with Jackson." Derek was still pouting. "How can I convince you, I'm yours?"

Derek's signature grin-smirk-smile grew on his face and Stiles turned so that he was facing his werewolf. One of Derek's hands reached around and brought Stiles' closer to him. He forcefully placed a kiss against Stiles' lips before gaining entrance and taking the teen for what he was worth. He wrapped his legs around the teen's smaller body, and smiled as they broke the kiss, panting out before going at it again.

"Mine," Derek growled out between kisses.

"Your's," Stiles breathed out.