I've neglected this, as in haven't posted since November neglected this! How bad am I?
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'Mom, have you seen the newspaper from this morning?' Derek asked as he tugged his coat on. Linda turned innocent eyes to her son.
'Not in the last hour.' She said. It was a clever ruse, and it wasn't a lie. Derek frowned at her and turned his back towards her, his eyes narrowing at Stiles as if he knew something.
'See you later then.' He said softly tugging Stiles by the sleeve. Stiles gave her a wave as he followed Derek to his car. 'She's up to something.' Derek said slipping the keys into the ignition.
'She's your mom. You're lucky you've got one.' Stiles said looking out the window at the forest as they passed. The sunlight was seeping through, casting shadows along the driveway. There was a wealth of colour as Fall crept over the trees, chasing the last of Summer away.
'What happened?' Derek asked softly. 'That is if you want to talk. You don't have to; we can talk about something else.' Stiles was tempted to take the out, to fall away and find something else, but suddenly it was as if she were in the back of the car watching him, waiting for him to speak.
'She was stabbed one night at the movies with my dad. He just came home without her. Said she went to the toilet and never came back.' Stiles said. Derek reached over and squeezed his hand. 'I mean who gets stabbed at the movies!' Stiles spluttered throwing his hands up in the air, pushing Derek's hand away.
'I can't imagine not having them.' Derek said.
'I wish I had a family like yours.' Stiles replied, his eyes on the trees as they drove.
'You do. My family is yours.' Derek said. They headed out of town the costal town Ellie and David used to take Derek and Laura when they were kids. They drove for an hour or so, enjoying each other's company and arguing over what radio station to listen to. Derek kept his hand on Stiles's leg for most of the journey and as Stiles got braver he returned the favour. Derek's thigh was hard under his fingers and Stiles decided he would definitely have to do some working out to keep up with this guy.
'How do you keep fit?' Stiles asked.
'The usual kinds of exercise. Gym, running, swimming, chopping wood.' Derek smirked.
'Chopping wood?' Stiles asked with a laugh turning to look at Derek.
'Yip. Granddad always had me chop wood every summer for the winter coming in. If he had his way I'd be chopping for a few hours a day. I've been neglecting my workouts lately but I'll have to get back into them.' Derek said frowning in the mirror as if his facial muscles had been neglected.
Stiles closed his eyes and swallowed, imagining Derek's broad back muscles working as he swung the axe at the wood on the chopping block. Derek made a noise beside him. The scent of arousal was thick in the car. Stiles concentrated on something, anything else to try to diffuse the scent. It took a while (and a few terrible images of a nudist beach with grey haired babes playing volleyball) but it worked; Derek's breathing went back to normal, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel.
'At least I know you're attracted to me.' Stiles grinned as Derek squeezed his leg again.
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'I don't think your mom wants you to move out.' Stiles said sliding into the booth opposite Derek. He reached his legs forward to rest his feet between Derek's. Derek rubbed his ankle against Stiles's. 'You've only been back five minutes. Stick around for a few more days.'
'Do you know what it's like living there? Have you forgotten what happened this morning with the laundry? That won't stop. They'll stalk us until we're mated then they'll try to catch us at the worst possible time, just because my reactions are amusing to them.' Derek grumbled. He snatched a menu and looked at the list of food. Stiles lifted his own copy but he watched Derek.
'Be nice to them. Confuse them.' Stiles suggested, giggling when Derek glared at him. They ate their food then lounged around town, watching kids feed ducks on the river that ran into the Pacific and wandering through shops. Stiles picked up a t-shirt that said "Smile It Confuses People" and imagined it on Derek. He didn't think it was something Derek would wear but he bought it anyway.
'There's a house to rent by the beach.' Stiles said. 'Were only an hour's drive from Beacon Hills.' He knew Derek wouldn't move that far away but the house looked awesome and a guy could dream. Derek just grunted and wandered down the street towards where they were parked.
'We should get back. I want to stalk the woods tonight and maybe catch a scent of this Alpha.' Derek said.
'Hey, we haven't made out since...' Stiles pointed out. He liked kissing, liked kissing Derek and he supposed this relationship business allowed him to call on Derek when he felt the urge.
'Stiles get in the car!' Derek said. 'And maybe we'll find somewhere to stop along the road.'
'Can I drive?' Stiles asked biting his lip and rocking on the balls of his feet.
'Get in the car.'
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It was quiet, for a Saturday night. Sheriff Stilinski had only had three calls, a case of domestic violence that was just loud sex, three drunken teenagers behind the supermarket and a dog howling constantly in the woods. He pulled up in the cruiser to where the final disturbance was supposedly coming from. He slipped out and shone his torch towards the trees, appalled by what he seen.
Some idiot had tied their dog to a tree and left it there. He wondered how long it had been like that. Sighing he walked over to where the dog was pining pathetically and untied the leash. It was a young dog, no more than six months. 'Come on fella.' He said leading to dog towards the cruiser.
Something snapped behind him and he turned around, shining his torch into the trees but he seen nothing. Sighing, and realising Stiles was making him watch too many horror movies, he walked forward, the dog following trustingly. He loaded…her, he checked ('sorry about calling you fella lass.') into the back and hopped back into his seat. The vet would be closed but he could keep her until Monday morning.
He was just pulling out of the parking lot when a car flew past him, doing double the speed limit. He snapped his siren on and followed them down the road. They stopped after a few miles, pulling meekly onto the side of the road. The dog whined in the back.
'Easy girl, I'll just be a few minutes.' He said getting out and walking to the car in front. 'Hey can you cut your engine please.' He said bending to look into the car. There were two men in it.
'Problem?' One guy asked. John Stilinski frowned; he couldn't make the guys face out properly.
'Yeah, you were doing fifty in a thirty zone.' He said trying to get a good look at the interior.
'Oh I'm so sorry. It won't happen again.' The guy sounded smug. John took an instant dislike to him.
'Licence and registration.' He said, pausing when something moved behind him. He turned just in time to see red eyes and dripping fangs coming at him. He gasped and unlatched his side arm but it was no use, the beast was on him, biting into his shoulder.
He let out a scream as the car sped off. The beast hovered over him, stale breath on his face before it snarled and turned running into the woods. John pulled himself to his knees, his shoulder burned from the pain of moving. He managed to get into the cruiser and lock the doors. He didn't think he could drive.
He called for backup at the same time as trying to sooth the dog in the back seat. She was frantic, trembling and whining now. When he was sure deputies were on their way he pulled his cell from his pocket and called Stiles.
'Hey dad.' Stiles said, his voice cheerful as ever.
'Son where are you?' John tried to keep the pain out of his voice but the edge of his vision was starting to blacken.
'Dad what's wrong? You're hurt! What happened?' Stiles said down the phone. John snorted, it wasn't easy hiding anything from his son.
'I…something attacked me. Stay out of the woods.' John said.
'Something attacked you? Dad tell me! What did it look like?' Stiles called. He could hear another voice in the background.
'Like a wolf, red eyes.' The sheriff said.
'Where are you?' Stiles demanded.
'You can't come it's not safe.' John's fatherly instinct was kicking in.
'Yes it is. Derek's with me, Dad where are you.' Stiles pleaded.
John sighed. 'A mile from the forest picnic and play park. Headed north.'
'I know it. I'll be there pronto.'
'Ok.' John said, finally passing out from the pain.
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Stiles was frantic. He wanted to run there but Derek told him doubling back and getting the car would make more sense. Stiles did, running until his legs almost gave out. They piled into Derek's car and Stiles called David and Alan to let them know what was going on. It was a testament to Derek's driving skills and blatant ignorance of speeding laws that they made it there before the cops.
Stiles was out of the car before it stopped, but his dad had locked himself in. He thumped the window but got no response. Derek's face shone through the passenger window and Stiles watched as he punched his elbow into the window, breaking the glass. He reached in to unlock the door. Stiles tugged it open as sirens got closer. 'Dad!' He called getting a groan from him. Someone was beside him checking the wound. Stiles looked around to find David Hale. He hadn't even heard the car pull up.
'It's taken Derek.' David said. Derek growled.
'Fucking Alpha.' Derek snarled.
'What?' Stiles asked.
'You're dad. The wolf gave him the bite.' David said with a comforting hand on his elbow.
'Is he going to be a wolf?' Stiles asked looking between the two wolves and his pale father.
'Yes.' David said. Stiles whined and heard a noise in response from the backseat. He looked in to find a frightened dog cowering on the floor. David saw her too. 'Hey pup.' He said opening the door and guiding her out. He took her to his own car and locked her in the backseat before returning to the police cruiser.
John Stilinski groaned then and Stiles put his hand on his dad's face. 'Hey.' Stiles said. 'Dad, look at me.'
'Looking at you.' John said trying to keep his eyes open. The police arrived around them and Stiles wasn't sure what happened but he looked around to find Derek in handcuffs and David and Alan frantically talking to the police. 'What happened?'
'You tell me dude.' Stiles gave one of those panicked smiles. 'You passed out there.'
'Yeah. I did. You'll never believe me if I told you.' John muttered.
One of the deputies arrived and pushed Stiles aside roughly. 'Sheriff are you ok?'
'I'm fine son, just a bit groggy. What's going on?' John asked trying to look around him.
'We have Derek Hale under arrest you'll be glad to know.' Stiles looked back; four cops were restraining his mate, holding him against the hood of a car. It was all he could do to stand and watch, if he went over there he would just cause more problems.
'What for?' John asked. Stiles pushed his way back to his dad's side.
'Arson.' The cop said.
'Of what?' Stiles asked.
'You're house. Done this evening. We have two witnesses.' The deputy said. Stiles gaped at him for a second before realising that he'd been with Derek all day.
'Impossible. He's been with me all night.' Stiles blushed.
'Doing what?' The deputy asked raising an eyebrow. Stiles levelled him with a look.
'Making out.' Stiles said looking over at Derek, remembering the heat between them as Derek pressed him into a tree just before his phone went off disturbing them both.
'Let him go.' The deputy called waving his hand in Derek's direction. The cuffs were released and Derek stood up glaring at the cops around him. He stalked towards Stiles, a thick arm wrapping around his shoulder. 'What attacked you sir?' The deputy asked.
'I don't really know. I think I got a fright more than anything else. I'm ok now.' The sheriff lied. Stiles opened his mouth but closed it. Why was his dad lying?
'Do you need to go to the hospital?'
'Nah.' John said. 'It doesn't even hurt. Just a scratch.' He looked around. 'I'm more interested in this fire.'
'I'll take you there.'
'No my son and his boyfriend can take me. I've got a few questions for them.' He said getting out of the cruiser while the deputies arranged for it to be brought home.
Stiles got into the back and Derek drove. They sat in silence for a long time before John broke it.
'What the hell is going on here? You're in it up to your eyes Stiles so don't deny it.' He said panting and gripping his shoulder as Derek took a corner harshly.
'Sorry.' Derek said. He didn't sound it.
'What do you know about werewolves dad?' Stiles asked. John was quiet for a long time.
'That one killed your mother.' He said quietly.
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Stiles was still in shock as they pulled up on the street as close as they could to the house. It was a shell, completely burnt out. John got out of the car and Stiles followed him. Stiles felt Derek take his hand as he looked at the home where he grew up. John slung an arm around his son's shoulders.
People kept coming to them all evening as they stood in shock, offering hugs and condolences as if someone had died. Stiles supposed something had, his house was part of his life. There were so many memories just burned away, but there was nothing they could do now but just stare.
It was well after midnight before they got into Derek's car to head out to the Hale house. 'So if you didn't start that fire Derek, but someone said they seen you do it, I have a big burning question.' John said.
'Who did?' Stiles asked from the backseat. He had a million questions himself, and not just about the fire.
'No. Who set Derek up? And why?' John said. Stiles chewed his lip, glancing at Derek.
'Hey dad. You know you're a werewolf now.' Stiles said.
'It's ok son. I'll deal. It's not as bad as it seems.' John said softly, looking out of the window.
'I know. I'm one too. In fact there are no humans in this car.' Stiles said.
They were quiet the rest of the way home.
Linda had made sandwiches when they arrived home and Derek and John tucked in with a savage hunger. Stiles was hungry too but he was more interested in falling into Derek's bed so he could forget this whole night ever happened. He thought about their connection and how dependent he was on Derek's presence already. He couldn't imagine what life used to be like without him.
'Your Uncle Fergus was looking for you tonight. He arrived shortly after you two rushed off.' Linda said to Derek.
'What did he want?' Derek asked.
'I don't actually know. He said he needed to talk some sense into you, or make you see sense or something.' Linda curled her nose up and glared at the seat Fergus must have been sitting in.
'He's Peter's man.' Derek leaned back in his chair, his eyes raking over the kitchen.
'I think so.' Linda said.
'Well the odds are in my favour Mom, don't you worry.' Derek said pressing a kiss to her hair.
'It's a mother's prerogative to worry Derek, and I do, all the time.' She said. 'Especially with you.'
'Hey, I can take care of myself.' Derek told her with a cocky grin.
'You've been the head of this family longer than you realise.' She said with a sad look in her eyes, shifting on her feet and twisting her hands on her jumper.
'Where is Dad anyway?' Derek asked.
'He's in bed, he was so worried when he got home after Fergus left that I sent him on up.'
Derek nodded. 'Ok, why don't you settle the Sheriff into a spare room so I can make sure Stiles is ok?'
'You're a good mate and a good son.' Linda said.
'I know that.' Derek said.
'And so modest.' She teased. 'Come on John, I'll show you to a spare room and get you settled.' Linda said. For a brief second Stiles was worried his dad would take him along too but it was a testament to how tired the sheriff actually was that he followed Linda upstairs without question.
'Come on, you too.' Derek said pulling Stiles to his feet. Stiles went through the motions of removing his clothes, just collapsing into bed in his boxers. Derek shifted behind him, the mattress dipping with his weight and draped a strong arm around him. Stiles was asleep in seconds.
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Stiles woke to the sound of the Hale siblings bickering in the hallway. There was no actual subject of the argument; they just seemed to enjoy trading insults. Derek was with them and Stiles rolled over onto his side. It still smelt wonderfully of Derek and he buried his face in his mates' pillow before rolling onto the floor. He groaned and stood up, heading towards the en-suite bathroom. The shower was massive and Stiles played with the temperature before kicking his boxers off and stepping inside. He let the water wash yesterday away from his skin. The memory it would seem was stuck in his mind.
His thoughts were interrupted by the shower door opening and closing. Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him back into Derek's strong torso. 'I want to suck you off.' Derek whispered in his ear. Stiles grinned and his cock was clearly in agreement given the interested twitch it made.
'Don't let me stop you.' Stiles said, turning his head to kiss Derek's cheek.
'Pay attention. I'll want the same treatment sometime soon.' Derek said falling to his knees and licking Stiles's bellybutton. Stiles giggled and slicked his fingers into Derek's hair. He felt Derek's hot mouth move lower and gasped when he licked the head of Stiles's cock. Stiles watched in awe as Derek moved his mouth over his cock, his tongue making lazy circles as his fingers teased his balls.
Derek's mouth felt amazing, he was hot and soft as he pushed Stiles against the wall with one hand and bobbed his head over Stiles cock. Derek swallowed as much as he could, his tongue stroking the underside on each upward pull, swirling around the head then dipping back down.
Stiles could feel his orgasm coiling in his belly. 'Derek.' He moaned tugging his mates' hair. Derek ignored him, seemingly intent on sucking Stiles's brain out through his cock. 'Derek I'm gonna…'
Too late. Stiles grunted and half fell forwards as he came, Derek swallowing everything down his throat. He tried to straighten up as Derek licked his softening cock but Derek stood up and pushed him back against the shower wall. Derek kissed him fiercely, all tongue and teeth as he jerked his own cock. Stiles wanted to help, he really did, but all his strength was concentrated on holding himself up and kissing Derek. Or being kissed by Derek. Whatever, Stiles had just had his first blowjob and it was understandable that his head was messed up. He felt Derek's warm come painting streaks across his belly, then a hand rubbing it in.
'Mine.' Derek snarled and Stiles loved it when he got all possessive like that. Derek leaned his forehead against Stiles's and they stayed like that, Derek catching his breath while Stiles tried to gather his brain back into his skull. Then he was being manoeuvred under the showerhead and Derek was washing him. He raised his hands and returned the favour, enjoying this feeling of intimacy.
When they got out Stiles found his jeans and t-shirt from Friday neatly folded on top of Derek's dresser. He just laughed to himself and got dressed. He was hungry and Linda was a good cook so he hurried down to breakfast leaving Derek to fight once again with Judith.
His dad was already at the table when he arrived. John raised an eyebrow at his son but said nothing. His plate was clear and he was sipping a cup of coffee. Derek arrived just as Linda set two plates down. Derek lifted the paper and hunted for the property section, scowling when he couldn't find it.
'Maybe they forgot to include it.' Stiles said, ducking his head to hide his smirk. Derek just grunted before sitting down and eating his food.
'Let's go for a walk.' John said when Stiles had finished. Stiles flashed Derek a grin as he followed his dad outside. They walked to the edge of the forest then followed the gravel road. It was a cool morning and Stiles snuggled into the black hoodie he had snatched from Derek. 'So let's start with you being gay.' John said.
Stiles shrugged his shoulders. 'I'm more bi than gay. I mean Lydia Martin is still one hot piece of ass.'
'And Derek.' John asked.
'He's my…boyfriend. Mate…I don't know what you want to call it.' Stiles said. He really needed to clear up what to call the guy.
'Don't you think he's a bit…old?' John asked.
'I know, he's twenty four but Dad, it's like the wolf knows. Can't be without him. It's a werewolf thing. There's apparently one mate out there for all of us.' Stiles shrugged. He couldn't get Derek out of his mind sometimes. All the time.
'I think we started in the wrong place. Want to tell me what happened and when you became a werewolf?' John said, ever the sheriff.
Stiles took a breath and started from the beginning, from Scott getting bit in the woods. The only big details he left out were anything to do with sex. He couldn't handle that just yet, today, this week, month, year... Ever.
'And how come you know about werewolves?' Stiles asked. They stopped and sat on a fallen log.
'You're mother grew up around werewolves back in Utah. There was a big pack there, as big as the Hale's. One night when we were visiting your grandparents she came across an old friend. They used to date in high school. They hugged each other. Nothing happened because I was standing right there but this werewolf's mate, she was pissed off. She followed your mother and killed her.' John said. His voice was devoid of emotion, like he'd went over this story a hundred times.
'What happened to her?' Stiles asked.
'She was executed by her pack. It half killed her mate. He's a shell of a guy now, or was last time I heard. Broke his heart but you're mother done nothing wrong, I asked the pack Alpha.' John said picking at a piece of grass, dragging it apart, strand by strand.
'Oh.' Stiles said, toeing the leaves. 'Why didn't you tell me?'
'It was better the way I told you. I didn't want to give you any more nightmares that you were already having.' John said. 'So Derek's your mate huh?'
'Yeah.' Stiles said.
'Would explain why he's been stalking us the whole time.' John said. Stiles grinned; he knew Derek was there of course.
'He cares.' Stiles said. Derek walked forward, no point in hiding now he had been discovered. 'What are we going to do about a home?' Stiles asked his dad.
'Live with us.' Derek said stopping behind Stiles. Stiles leaned back against his legs.
'We can't live with you.' John said.
'Yes you can. You're pack now. Or at least Stiles is.' Derek said.
'I told him about the loyalty bite.' Stiles offered tipping his head back to look into Derek's face.
'I know. I heard you.'
'Well the other guy bit and ran, didn't even offer me dinner so I figure I should stick with you guys.' John said with a smile. He held his wrist out to Derek. Derek bit it then offered his wrist to John. John had a bit of trouble with his fangs but he eventually bit into Derek. When it was over they walked back.
'I'll think about the living arrangements. I don't know how I feel about you two sleeping together.' John said finally.
'We haven't had sex yet Dad. I'm not ready and Derek understands that.' Stiles said with a red face. 'I feel lost without him.'
'You feel that much already son?' John asked.
Stiles nodded. Derek flung an arm around his shoulders. 'It's the curse of the Alpha's mate. Everything has happened quickly but it's been a shock for us too.'
'I trust Derek. He saved my life.' Stiles added.
'Then I trust the man who saved my son's life.' John said shaking Derek's hand. 'Mind if I use your dad's office. I have to make some calls.'
'Sure thing.' Derek said. He kept his arm around his mate as John walked into the house. They could hear a car in the distance coming up the gravel road. Derek sniffed the air then let out a long groan. 'Let's go. If we go now they'll never know we were just here.' Derek said.
'Why?' Stiles asked. It was too late, Laura's car pulled into the driveway followed by a strange one.
'Huh. Meathead can drive.' Derek whispered. Stiles laughed and hit Derek in the stomach as Steve got out of the car. Laura released the twins from the backseat and they bolted for Derek and Stiles, throwing themselves at their legs screaming. Derek screamed back and they squealed in delight before running to the back door to see if Linda had sugar to keep them hyper. He watched as two women got out of the second car.
One lady was tall and elegant, a wolf, Stiles recognised immediately. She wore high heels and a neat fitting dress. She was gorgeous. The woman with her, who took her hand, was pretty too, with long brown hair and a soft smile. Lesbians, Stiles brain helpfully supplied. Hot lesbians. Gah, what a family this was.
'Derek.' The older wolf said leaning forward to hug him. He hugged her back then nodded at the other girl.
'Stiles this is my aunt Jennifer and her mate Charlene. This is my mate Stiles.' Derek said.
'I heard you got yourself a little mate.' Jennifer smirked. 'Laura he's as edible as you said.'
Laura offered Derek a sweet smile while Stiles found himself cowering back from the wolves. The way Jennifer was looking at him made him feel a little naked. Or a lot naked.
'Yeah well you got your own mate so get lost.' Derek said.
'I hear my baby brothers already been to see you.' She said.
'Words were exchanged.' Derek admitted. 'Let's go inside.'
'I wonder if Linda has any of that tea.' Jennifer said, taking Charlene by the hand. Charlene looked over her shoulder at Derek with a smile.
'Laura.' Derek called his sister back.
'What?' She asked.
'You could have told me Jennifer claimed Charlene.' Derek frowned.
'What and ruin my fun.' Laura smirked. 'Derek used to date Charlene.' She explained to Stiles. 'But don't worry, she dumped him.'
'It was a mutual breakup. She hated giving blow jobs.'
'I can see why.' Stiles said with a grin. 'You're demanding in the girth department.' Laura cackled in delight at the comment. Derek shoved his shoulder as they walked inside.