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Soulmate
Chapter 6
The supreme state of human love is…the unity of one soul in two bodies."
Sri Aurobindo
Stiles closed the door to his room, leaning against it. "Damn." he breathed.
"What's wrong?" Derek jumped through the open window and landed right in front of Stiles, eyes tracing over him.
"My dad found the pregnancy test." Stiles grimaced.
"Oh…well?" Derek asked.
"He thought I knocked someone up, so I had to tell him I'm gay." Stiles's head knocked back against his bedroom door, eyes closing.
Derek furrowed his brow, curious of what had happened.
"He said...that he was okay...with it." Stiles grinned slowly at Derek, leaning forward slightly off the door.
"See, it all worked out." Derek kissed Stiles forehead, pulling him into his arms and against his chest. "Maybe one day we could tell him that we are dating. I mean...once I'm cleared of my murder charges."
Stiles gulped. "I kind of already did..."
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Sheriff Stilinksi was nervously tapping his fingers on the table. His son was supposed to be home at 11. Now it was short after eleven and no sign of Stiles.
His fingers hovered over the speed dial to the police station. What if Derek Hale was a murderer and was just digging a grave for his one and only son?
Suddenly there was a light "thud" on the front door.
Without hesitation Mr. Stilinski opened the front door to see
Derek Hale and his son in a tight lip lock. Stiles had his arms around Hale's neck, moaning into his mouth, kissing him and it was all teeth and tongue now.
"Woah there! Cough cough…" the sheriff interrupted irritably, crossing his arms.
They both separated and Stiles turned around to grin at him.
"Hey Dad!"
"Stiles…Mr. Hale...Running a bit late, aren't you?"
"No we're not…dad. We were just kissing on the porch the last ten minutes." Stiles rolled his eyes, a hint of amusement in them. He wanted to see just how okay his dad was with this.
"Sorry Mr. Stilinski!" Derek blushed, having the sense to at least look embarrassed.
The Sheriff weighted up, what he could do, glaring at both. He took a deep breath and held his hand out to shake with Derek.
"Derek…if you hurt my son let me get this straight. I am a police officer. I can, and will hurt you. I will not hesitate to find some reason to shoot you. So consider yourself warned."
Derek took the Sheriff's hand and shook it firmly. "Mr. Stilinski, If I ever hurt your son I will come to you on my own and ask you to shoot me. I'll even bring the bullet."
"It's getting to be late…. Go home now. And we're having dinner this weekend." The sheriff grabbed his son by the arm and chucked the door in Derek's face.
"DAD!" Stiles shouted.
The sheriff grinned and gave his son a nudge.
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"So you just told your dad you're dating Derek?" Scott asked him with wide eyes.
"Yeah…he was kind of cool about it. Maybe a little freaked. I mean he saw Derek ripping the alpha apart not long ago…with his teeth…."
"Don't remind me." Scott's face was grim.
"Sorry…I know it's still hard but … Allison loves you…you love her she doesn't mind that you're a werewolf It'll be fine eventually." Stiles took Scott into a headlock, looking to brighten his mood.
"Not so hard anymore but he was trying to kill you. Ah well. You're right. It'll all work out. Oh...Hell..."
"What?" Stiles turned around to come face to face with Daniel.
"Damn."
"Hey Stiles!" Daniel greeted him.
Scott growled lowly to scare the boy away but Daniel just looked at him, not blinking an eye.
"You really want to scare me? You're like a puppy, kid." Daniel told him sarcastically.
"You have a death wish?" Stiles asked. "We made it clear to stay away from me."
"I wish for you to come with me. You have to break your connection with Derek Hale." Daniel said.
"Whoa…wait what?" Stiles stuttered.
"Your relationship with Derek Hale is not approved!"
"Okay man… I don't know who the hell you are but get this straight. Leave Stiles alone!" Scott dragged Stiles away from Daniel who was watching him with burning eyes.
"Is he a werewolf? Why the hell does he know about Derek and I's connection?" Stiles panicked.
"Not sure…we'll figure it out though. We have that math test we're going to be late for. Let's go!"
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Stiles had a hard time concentrate on the test. He was feeling kind of funny. Aroused even.
He switched nervously on his chair, seeking a little friction. His cock hardened.
"The hell?" he whispered to himself. He felt if somebody was touching him everywhere.
He grabbed the table real hard taking deep breathes.
"Stiles you okay?" Scott was watching him with wide eyes smelling the air.
"Not sure!" Stiles face reddened.
"Are you having a panic attack?"
"I uh, God , I think so." Stiles said shallowly, grabbing his chest in pain and trying to stand.
"Mr. Stilinski do you have a problem?" the teacher asked.
"I think I..." Stiles stumbled out of the room, grasping his chest as his lungs twisted and a gasp tore from his chest, looking for a broom closet. "I am going to kill him." he muttered, finally realizing what was happening.
As fast as he could he opened the buttons of his pants and grabbed his dick roughly. Closing his eyes he could see and feel Derek going down on him, taking him deep into his mouth. He groaned, putting a fist to his mouth to smother his voice. He pulled and twisted his hard member. "God Derek…what are you doing….don't stop ohhhhh." Stiles groaned, luckily keeping his words to a barely audible whisper. His dick hit Derek's throat. And when he felt a finger pushing against his prostate he heard a voice in his head too. Come for me
Stiles shoot his load in his boxers, riding out the crazy wave he just experienced.
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Opening the door he saw Scott standing as far away as possible beating red but still eying around for any danger.
"That was awkward!" He told Stiles.
"You say?" Stiles rang a hand over his short hair.
"What was that?" Scott eyed Stiles vaguely.
"I'm pretty sure my werewolf mate just masturbated me at home." Stiles whipped his phone out already calling Derek.
"Stiles?" Derek asked curios.
"Derek! I just had the most awkward Situation ever, What the hell was that?" Stiles whispered in the phone.
"Why. What happened?"
"YOU! Did you just masturbate …?"
Derek stilled at the other line. "Ummm what?"
"..HOME?" Stiles clenched his teeth.
"Well maybe?"
"Now image me sitting in our classroom…taking my math test...and getting all that crazy feelings like arousal and I was hard…oh my god. I was actually hard in the classroom and I moaned…"
"And don't forget the groaning and the twitching on the chair…" Scott piped in.
"Are you laughing?" Stiles asked outraged. "Are you seriously laughing at me right now?"
"I…I am so sorry Stiles. I didn't think it would affect you that much!" Derek laughed trying to calm his outraged mate.
"I think we need to talk about ground rules with the whole mate thing!" Stiles said.
"We can discuss it this evening, when we have a date?" Derek asked.
"We have a date?" Stiles grinned. "Where are we going?"
"Do I get something to eat? Do I get flowers? Wait I don't want to have flowers…."
"How sounds dinner, movies and clubbing to you?"
"Clubbing? But I'm only seventeen!"
"But you have the hottest boyfriend ever! Ask Scott and Allison if they're up for some clubbing. Movie's just for us!"
"He's getting us in a club?" Scott asked laughing.
"I have the best boyfriend ever!"
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"I am sorry about the whole incident." Derek grinned at him over the table at one of the best restaurants Stiles had ever been to.
"You're just lucky everyone knows I have a bit of a history with panic attacks. They passed it off as that, thank god."
"I wanted to test something but I didn't think it would backfire on you…and you really heard me in your head?"
"Heard you? Derek I could practicly feel you …your hands everywhere. I swear to god if I hadn't got out of that classroom I would have shot my load right there." Stiles told him.
"What a sight!" Derek laughed.
"Yeah I bet that Daniel guy would have been over the moon about it."
Derek growled lowly. "What?"
"I think we need to find out who he is. He said something about breaking the connection with you. Is that even possible?" Stiles looked at Derek with wide eyes.
"…Only if the mate wishes to break the connection." Derek spoke slowly. "You don't want to break it...right?"
"What? No! God I love you so much it hurts to not be with you, Derek." Stiles took Derek's hand, assuring him. "But there are ways?"
"Yeah, and they leave the werewolf to die." Derek swallowed hard.
"Die? Why?"
"Heartbreak." Derek licked his lips. "Werewolves mate for life, Stiles. It isn't even a thought to leave their mate. Werewolves have one mate, and that's it. And if the mate decides to leave and brake the connection, the werewolf dies slowly."
"So, the werewolf would still love their mate even if the mate left. They would die, because they couldn't handle being alone?"
"Exactly."
"What if a werewolf kills his own mate?"
"It would be impossible. Every fibre of our being is against it."
"Wow that...sucks." Stiles said thinking about everything that Derek just told him. "Wait a minute…" he looked at Derek. "If I can break the connection…does that mean I could have said no to the whole mate thing?"
Derek's eyes widened and he swallowed hard.
"You lied to me?" Stiles watched Derek who just sat there, trying to find an answer.
"You could have if you wanted to. I asked you if you were okay with it…"
"Derek, you forced me into this... "
"What?" Derek was close to panic now.
"That doesn't mean…I didn't want it." Stiles grinned easily, earning a half-hearted glare from Derek. "With the knowledge from now…back to the first time I would do everything the same. Derek. I love you."
Derek gripped his wrist to get Stiles closer over the table.
"Stiles Stilinski…I love you too. And I am glad it's you that's my mate." He kissed Stiles on the mouth, slowly licking over the lips to seek entrance to the inside.
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"Can you believe it? They kicked us out of the restaurant for kissing!" Stiles grinned like mad sitting in the movie theatre in the last row. "Damn now I wish we would have given them a show that really was worthy to be kicked out."
"Like what?" Derek asked.
Stiles looked to his right and to his left and then to Derek. "Like this." He pushed the armrest out of his way and straddled Derek's legs.
Derek gripped Stiles hips with his hands. "You want to get kicked out of here too?" Derek whispered in his ear.
Stiles licked Derek's earlobe and sucked the tip into his mouth, earning a moan from the werewolf.
"Hush….!" Stiles whispered. "We don't want them to notice us! Don't we?"
Stiles hands wandered under Derek's shirt making contact with the hot skin. He slowly lifted the shirt and slide down to put his mouth on Derek's hardening nipple.
"Nghhh….." Derek buckled up when Stiles softly bit the sensitive skin dragging his nipple with his teeth. His tongue lashed out to lick his way south. Derek's eyes flashed with excitement.
"You think you have it under control?" Stiles waited for Derek to get control over the wolf again.
"Yessss….." Derek roughly dragged Stiles over his hardening cock. "Turn around…face to the front….!" Without hesitation he turned Stiles so he had to look at the front. There where not many in the cinema thanks to the fact that they decided on an old French classic movie. Derek's hands came around his body. Sharp nails trailing soft scratches over his chest…leaving Stiles's cock throbbing and demanding attention.
Derek opened the buttons of Stiles pants and dragged them to his knees, spreading Stiles ass cheeks. "If any of them would turn around…they would see you sitting on my knees getting fucked." He held his finger to Stiles mouth. "Make them wet it's the only lube you get!"
Stiles moaned around Derek's fingers. Getting them all wet.
With a pop Stiles released Derek's finger.
Derek held Stiles cheeks apart, slowly pushing his thump trough the tight hole.
The puckering flesh stretched and Stiles moaned softly.
Adding another finger Derek stroke the bundle of nerves. Stile jerked up at the touch. "Don't tease! Make quick work at preparation and fuck me now!" Stiles demanded in a whisper.
Derek stilled his actions. Hearing Stiles demand was a huge turn on. He unbuttoned his pants and spit in his hand to lube up his cock.
His fingers constantly stretching stiles opening. Deciding it was enough preparation he roughly grabbed Stiles hips again and held him over his hard length.
With one trust he pushed up and inside Stiles and was greeted with a loud moan.
They both stilled when a young woman turned around.
"Is she watching us?" Derek peeked over Stiles shoulder. The woman grinned and turned back to the front.
"Not anymore." Stiles rocked back and forth. "Fuck me now!"
They both found an easy rhythm. Derek trusting up, Stiles pushing back, holding onto the seat in front of him.
Derek angled for the sensitive spot that would leave Stiles moaning and arching for more.
Derek's leaned forward, lifting Stiles's shirt a little and licked the skin on Stiles's throat to reel him back. He softly bit his neck, leaving small marks beside the already fading ones.
Stiles grunted closing his eyes. His cock leaking with precum, demanding to be touched. He stroke over the base before he was shooed away with Derek's hand. Derek gripped his dick roughly, pumping up and down.
"Open your eyes Stiles!" Derek demanded. "I want you to open you eyes and see…!" Stiles opened his eyes and looked ahead. The black and white screen flickered, showing the last scene of the movie…
Derek trusting deep into him, rocking him back with one hand on his throat and the other on his dick pumping up and down. Stiles bit his hands to stop a moan. With heat pooling in his stomach he climaxed, painting Derek's hand and the floor with his cum.
Derek growled when Stiles tighten around him and one final trust sent him over the edge as well. He stilled, letting Stiles ride out the last waves of his orgasm, biting softly into the heated skin of Stiles neck.
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"You were supposed to meet us twenty minutes ago!" Scott whined, but stopped when he sniffed the air.
"Oh come on…can't you two stop having sex for an hour? What the hell will you do when we're at the club? Use the dark room?" Scott shut his mouth when he saw Stiles eyes bright and grinning at Derek.
"You know he has a point…Let's try that."
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Oh my god – Done. That is the longest chapter I've ever written for any of my fics. And the next one is waiting to be written. There would be the clubbing and the dinner with the dad and Daniel again…creepy creepy Daniel. Maybe I explain why Daniel wants to break the connection and what or who he is…Hahahahahaha the only thing YOU have to do is review. If I get enough reviews maybe I update faster!