Episode 5: Stopped Dead pt1.

The list.

A Deadpool list.

Severo Calaveras knew that it would all boil down to the list. He had to hope that the council kept an accurate list for the area. He was not sure as the Argents were the local hunters. It was obvious from recent events that their allegiances were questionable. All he knew was his mother deserved vengeance. He had accessed the funds necessary and the plan was in motion. He he no more control over the events that would spiral out from here. This would more than likely bring the council's head down on his clan.

So be it.

It would be worth it. The creatures had hunted his mother down like she was a dog. It was horrific. There was no body. No chance to grieve. All Severo had to show the passing of his mother was a note. A note on formal passing informing him of his mother's passing.

Like it was a choice.

"Let the games begin."

Andrew had to be sure his boss understood what he was unleashing. "This will bring war down on us."

Severo didn't care. In his mind they started this the minute they killed his mother. "They started it we are finishing it."

Stiles looked out over the Hale land. There was peace tonight and it was grand. He was going to enjoy it while it lasted. The pack had said goodbye to the Cortez pack and it was not a moment too soon. He had had his fill of pack politics. Stiles had made a solemn vow. The next pack to try anything against Derek and the pack, he was going to turn into trophies and have them mounted.

Derek entered their bedroom. Stiles could hear as his lover shucked his uniform off and let it drop to the floor. Stiles smirked as he felt Derek envelope him in a hug. He loved his mate and let himself sink into the hug. He whined, "No fair."

Derek smirked and Stiles could feel the smile against his neck. Derek was playing clueless,

"What's that?"

"You know I like to strip you out of your uniform." Stiles replied. His pout was wide and true. Sue him, he had a uniform kink. If he was honest it was more like he had a Derek Kink.

Derek pulled him around so he could see his face. "You're right but let me make it up to you."

Even as he said it, Derek was playing with his belt to get his pant off.

Stiles stepped out of his trousers. He let Derek undo the buttons on his shirt. He would have used his magicks to get rid of his clothes but he wasn't mean. He knew how much Derek liked to remove his clothes. It spoke to the wolf in him.

They needed this, the time to reconnect.

Stiles pulled Derek towards their bed and his wolf didn't resist. He was glad their bed was so wide it just offered so many positions to play with. He wanted to do every position and he had told Derek as much. It turns out Derek is only too happy to help with his sexual explorations. He was a good mate like that.

Stiles fell back against the bed. He didn't want to take his eyes off his mate. Derek was beautiful inside and out. Stiles wanted to erect statues so all could weep in envy. Then again he could be just as possessive as Derek. "Come here big guy ... I want to taste every bit of you."

Derek let out a growl, showing his control was not what it used to be. He felt his teeth sharpen and his eyes took on a red film. He wasn't scared of showing his wolf with Stiles. Stiles had never let him feel inferior like some of his past partners.

Stiles was looking at him like he was the best curly fries. "You gonna eat me up big bad?"

Derek wanted to do all that and more. Stiles with all his pale skin on show was calling to all his Alpha instincts. He wanted to mark his mate so that all would know Stiles was his. His breath halted, showing just how in sync they were because Stiles showed his neck. Derek bent down licking and teasing his mating mark. He was making it nice and raised.

Stiles loved the fact Derek covered him. It was not a question of strength or other bullshit. It was feeling safe and he followed his own instincts. He wanted to drive Derek out of his mind too. He bent backwards elongating his neck. He had to hide the smirk at the growl.

Derek swooped down to his neck. He kissed, teased and bit the mating mark. Stiles bucked up into his mate. His erection finding much needed friction. He bucked up again, chasing an ever growing need. He pushed up, loving the way his pre-cum was coating Derek's leg. It was not just the werewolf who was possessive. He knew what he wanted, "Fuck me!"

Derek chuckled but it was deep and low and full of dirty promise. "We'll get there."

Stiles didn't want to get there. He was all for the pleasure now type, they had waited too long. He was wound too tight. "Don't want to wait." He begged.

"Oh but ..." There was a kiss lower. "The pleasure is sweeter..." Derek swirled his tongue around his nipple. "When you wait." Derek promised.

Sweeter wasn't the word. It was slow decadent pleasure. Stiles was getting lost in the swirls of Derek's tongue and nips of his fangs. It was not fair he wanted to give as good as he got. He used a swirl of magick to change their position. He was not straddling the rock hard abs of his mate. It was a good view of the world. He rocked up and down, letting Derek know exactly what he wanted to do.

He knew he had a wicked smirk, "My turn."

Derek never doubted Stiles' power. He knew that if Stiles wanted to then he could keep him pinned to the bed. The thing was Stiles never needed to do it. He would keep his hands above his head just because he asked. Stiles bent double to kiss him. It was a breath stealing kiss. So full of confidence, love and lust. He felt his claws pop out.

So confident and sexy, Stiles pulls away, "Watch the bedclothes."

It was the last verbal thing Stiles said as he started a relentless campaign. He kissed and took his time playing with Derek's nipples. All light touches and strokes designed to heighten things. He would never focus on Derek's stomach. He was not willing to trigger any potential memories of Kate.

Derek never asked him to do it but he always would. It was the type of attention to detail that made him love his mate even more.

Stiles was teasing and returning the favour. His hands were teasing and kneading Derek's erogenous zone as his lips got ever lower. It was powerful to see Derek, his Alpha surrender to his pleasure. It was making Stiles even harder, just thinking about it.

His lips were ghosting over Derek's weeping cock. He waited for it. It was just as much torture for him though.

Derek gasped, "Suck me!"

It was not quite a please but it will do. He sucked down Derek's cock. He revelled in the sounds he earned. He kept his eyes on Derek, seeing the flash of red. He wanted Derek to touch his head. He communicated it with his eyes. Well as much as one can say fuck my mouth using just bedroom eyes.

He got the message though as he felt Derek's fingers wind around his hair. Derek's cock was much like him, thick and strong. Stiles loved the weights of it on his tongue. The masculine scent was so strong that Stiles just wanted to lick it off. He started off slow, wanting to coat it. He swirled his tongue along the vein knowing how wild it made Derek.

He pulled away giving with a pop. "Fuck my mouth Derek."

There was a groan like Derek couldn't believe he was real. It was enough though as Derek pulled him close. Stiles took a chance to nuzzle his balls and suck on them before taking Derek back into his mouth. He relaxed into it and let Derek guide the pace. He wanted his lover to let go and cum.

Derek pulled himself up so he could watch as Stiles sucked on his head. He watched as Stiles eyes sent him every kind of message. His fingers wound tighter and he pushed quicker. Stiles' eyes rolled backwards as he gave himself over to his pleasure.

Derek moaned and he released it all. He watched Stiles suck as much as he could down. It was so hot. To prove he was a sexy little minx. Stiles then licked up every drop he could find on Derek's cock. It was the best type of sensitive exquisite torture. He would give himself over to it for the rest of his life.

As he came down from his orgasm. He wanted to give Stiles the same pleasure. He would take no for an answer. He pulled Stiles onto his hands and knees. It gave him a perfect view of his mate's ass. Derek teased and kneaded both globes of flesh. Stiles groaned and fell flat on the bed. He was perfect without even trying.

Derek pulled open those perfect cheeks to reveal his mates hidden entrance. He bent closer and used his tongue to lick at it. A long dirty lick designed to tease.

The whimper it got him made him smirk.

Stiles could feel Derek's smugness. He wasn't sure how that was possible but it was true. It was his last rational thought as Derek's tongue managed to strip him of every verbal thought.

Derek could feel the moment Stiles relaxed enough to let go. It was then that he pushed his tongue into the willing hole. He was going to make Stiles come just from his tongue in his ass.

Stiles whimpered, "Fuck me."

Derek pulled away and Stiles hated that even more. He looked back glowering at his mate to show how unimpressed he was. "Nope you are going to come from just my tongue."

It was all he said before returning to his goal. Stiles came an hour later, shivering and so relaxed he may as well have been a pile of goo.

Their afterglow didn't last long as not ten minutes later a scream rent the air.

At midnight a coded list managed to print from every printer in the Beacon Hills area. Lydia was curious enough when the noise of it woke her up. She sat bolt upright earning her a grumble from Jacks. She kind of forgot that she was sleeping on top of him.

"What the hell Lyds?"

Lydia was still sleepy but this was more than that. It was a riddle. "Yeah it is not connected Jacks' ..."

She could see the minute he woke up. "Huh."

She went to pick up the paper the printer had chucked onto the floor. She assumed it would be an old print job that had finally come through. It wasn't. It was something else and something that set her senses off.

Her beautiful eyes looked to her mate wary. "This is bad."

"What is it Lyd's?"

She knew the feeling it inspired. It was something she had been working on. It was familiar to her which is why she was so uneasy. She had let her instincts free to figure out if she was right.

She softened the scream because she didn't want to hurt her mate. Jackson reacted super quick. He was hugging her close and calming her. He hated the look in her eyes. It would remind him of the early days when she had no clue what she was. The list was somehow death. For whom?

Well that remained to be seen ...

Across town, a loud bang was heard. It may have been mistaken for a firework only there were no displays. It was a gunshot that had found its target.

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