A week passed, a quiet week, a week with no sightings of other Alpha's, no teenagers being bitten in the woods, no human's being murdered. Stiles spent the quiet week catching up on school work, being an Alpha's boyfriend was taking its toll on him academically. When Stiles wasn't at school they were together, Derek going so far as to get involved in Stiles's homework, arguing over the finger points of Shakespeare's Comedies or working on chemistry problems together. In return when Derek got himself caught up in family business, of the boring kind, Stiles offered his advice, solutions to problems, and when he was stuck on what to say studied the history of the wolf, the mythology surrounding it, learning everything there was to know about the beasts of the night. He eyed some of Derek's Werewolf Law books nervously, preferring to wait for a few millennia before getting stuck into them.

Gemma stayed around, and at first her flirting with Derek irritated Stiles, but after a week Stiles teased her about leaving him out of the fun and games. Derek and Carter were on their way back from a hunt in the woods when Stiles spied Gemma, wearing bedclothes that left very little to the imagination, slipping down the stairs. Stiles followed her, managing to keep his normal clumsy at maximum, brushing past her in the hallway where she looked like a deer in the headlights to get a glass of water. 'It won't work you know.' He said leaning against the kitchen doorway.

'How do you know?' She asked her voice heavy with condescending.

'I'm his boyfriend; I think I know Derek by now. If he wanted you he would have had you.' Stiles said taking a sip of the water.

'Who says he hasn't?' Gemma smirked looking at her nails.

'I would know.' Stiles rolled his neck, working the kinks out. Bending over books all evening wasn't fun. At least tomorrow was Saturday. Stiles had his whole day planned out. They were going to go over to their house and start to plan the extensive gardens. Stiles loved the house, and sure it was big for them now, but Stiles knew Derek's pack would grow soon, they needed new blood in it, something David felt was more appropriate for a younger Alpha to do, and that pack would need somewhere to gather. Right now it was here, in Derek's family home, it used to be the house where David lived, and soon it would be their home. A pack gathered where an Alpha was.

'You think you're so smart, just because you're some little geek, but you're just a little boy, and sooner or later Derek will get bored, he always does.' Gemma said.

'I don't think I'm anything, well, that's a lie, sometimes I kind of think I'm Batman, but then I think I'm more of a Tony Stark, I definitely want to be a superhero when I grow up.' Stiles said nodding.

'Idiot.' She snarled.

'Look, I know it must be hard to accept, and I think if I were in your place I'd feel exactly the same, but I know when to quit, when to walk away. You're trying to ruin my happiness, my life, is that really what you want to do?' Stiles asked softly.

'It's what you did to me.' She said. Stiles swallowed and nodded looking at his feet.

'I didn't want to, but my mother always believed there was someone out there for everyone, and I think I've found my someone.' Stiles said. 'In fact, I know I have.'

Gemma raised an eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest. 'Children's stories, told in darkness to try and make the loser kid feel better about themselves. Your mom must have been a loser too.' Gemma smirked. Stiles felt rage rolling in his belly, but something was anchoring it, curling around it, and he heard his mother's voice in his head telling him to rise above it.

Stiles smiled at her, wide and goofy. 'Nah, she couldn't have been a loser, I mean she got to marry my dad and he's awesome. I think right now you're the loser because you're trying to goad a teenage boy into attacking you. I think maybe it's time you grew up and left town because Derek's happy here, with me, with us, his smile, when he uses it, it's real, not pasted on like in those pictures he has on his laptop.'

Gemma opened her mouth to speak when Derek and Carter came through the back door. They kicked off their boots and outer jackets, and Stiles felt two strong arms wrapping around him from behind. 'You waited up.' Derek sounded pleased.

'Gemma and I were just having a heart to heart.' Stiles said softly. He could feel Derek's stubble brush over his neck as he moved to look at Gemma. Carter shuffled around behind them, clearly trying not to look at Derek's ex in her skimpy clothes. 'Hey I have an idea. Carter why don't you take Gemma out for lunch tomorrow.'

Derek's arms tightened but Stiles felt him smile against his neck. 'That's a good idea.' Derek said.

'Uh…' Carter said.

'It's a date.' Stiles told them. 'Come on; let's leave the lovebirds to it.' Stiles said walking forward with Derek still wrapped around him. Derek giggled when they almost tripped over each other so they parted a few inches to get up the stairs safely.

'You cheeky little shit.' Derek said as soon as they were in the room.

'What? She's lonely, she's not in love with you, and she just doesn't know how to be single.' Stiles said. Derek grunted and pushed Stiles back onto the bed.

'Good thing I have you, or I'd be making all kinds of crazy mistakes.' Derek said. 'I think I need a shower, know anybody that could scrub my back?'

'I can think of one guy…'

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As usual, when it came to the Hale family, Stiles's day didn't go as planned. He woke Derek with a sleepy handjob, then curled in a sticky mess they shared their plans for the day, amalgamating them so Derek could visit an aunt and uncle before spending the afternoon in their new house deciding what do to and where to do it. Stiles mind automatically went to the filthiest depths, and Derek happily followed him with wet kisses and stumbling steps into the shower.

After breakfast Stiles went with Derek to his Aunt Rebecca's house. This was the only Aunt Stiles had yet to meet, and by now there were so many family members that he wasn't even nervous. Rebecca's husband, however, was, fidgeting with his hands before slipping into the back yard.

'He hasn't been feeling well lately Derek.' Rebecca apologised with a shrug. 'How are you, it's great to see you.' She said laying out a plate with cupcakes on the coffee table. Stiles licked his lips and let the conversation drift off to Derek's time away for a moment, his eyes fixed on the delicious baked goods before his eyes.

'Stiles.' Derek elbowed his ribs.

'Huh?' He asked lifting his head.

'I'm sorry he's easily distracted.' Derek said wrapping his arm around Stiles's shoulders.

'It's ok; I know how good they smell. Bakery on main.' She told Stiles who licked his lips. 'So tell me about you.'

'I ah…I'm Stiles. I'm Derek's mate and I have the best benching skills on the Beacon Hills Lacrosse team ever.' Stiles grinned at her. She smiled and set a coffee down.

'So are you here to talk about Peter?' She asked joining them.

'I'm here to see my Aunt Rebecca because I haven't spoken to you in a while.' Derek told her.

'How diplomatic of you. Laura's already been here, pimping you out. She told me about the Lahey boy. His father abused him you know.' She said. 'It was self-defence.'

'He told me.' Stiles said with a smile. Rebecca nodded.

'Well, anyway, let's get onto more interesting subjects. Stiles have a cupcake.' Rebecca grinned holding the plate out. Stiles bit his lip, glancing quickly at Derek and back at the plate, stuck between the green one and the orange one.

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Derek could feel Stiles' erection press into his own through the thin cotton boxers Stiles wore. That was all that parted them from flesh to flesh contact. Stiles was in his favourite position, straddling Derek's hips as they made out, Stiles kissing his way across Derek's collarbone. Derek was letting Stiles take the lead, wondered if Stiles wanted to go all the way tonight. Stiles kissed his way down Derek's body, lips sucking and licking his nipples as his fingers explored the hard ridges of Derek that he worked so hard to keep.

'Will you tell me if I'm doing it wrong so I can fix it?' Stiles asked looking up at Derek. His mouth was so close to Derek's cock that Derek could feel warm puffs of air when Stiles spoke. He looked so vulnerable with big eyes staring up at Derek that Derek just wanted to flip him over and kiss away his nerves.

'I will.' Derek said softly. Now was not the time to spook Stiles. He watched as Stiles lowered his mouth, his pink tongue slipping out to lick the little bead of precome that had eased its way out the slit of Derek's dick. Derek sighed as Stiles licked the head into his mouth, sucking gently before pulling away.

Stiles licked his lips and looked at the task before him. He was looking forward to giving Derek a blowjob, enjoying having his mate laying there all spread out for him. He thought of what Derek did for him, what felt good. Licking a broad strip from base to tip, following the line of the vein, Stiles did a happy dance inside when Derek groaned. He did it again, only this time he moved slower, alternating between lips and tongue.

Derek's cock was glistening as Stiles lowered his head again, this time taking as much as he could into his mouth and sucking. He rubbed his tongue along the hard shaft as he pulled off, taking a big breath before dropping his head again. Derek reached a hand down to cup his mate's head, letting him bob and move as he pleased.

This may have been the first blowjob Stiles had ever given but it was fantastic. Knowing it was his first made Derek's wolf sing, made his chest swell with pride at how well his mate was doing, at how good Derek's mate was making him feel. Derek knew Stiles was trying his best and that was enough, what he lacked in technique he made up for with enthusiasm.

When Stiles curious fingers brushed over his balls, cupping them in his palm then rolling them back to his fingertips Derek had to bite his lip and force his toes to uncurl. He knew he was close but he wanted to give Stiles more time to explore, wanted to see what Stiles would do next. He wasn't surprised when he felt Stiles thumb touch the sensitive patch of skin below his balls but it was enough stimulation. When Stiles' finger brushed over the crinkled skin of his hole it was Derek's undoing.

'Fuck I'm coming baby.' Derek said trying to guide Stiles head away from his cock, but Stiles wouldn't budge, pressing harder with the pad of his thumb while he hollowed his cheeks. Derek bit into his arm to keep from shouting out when he came, Stiles swallowing all he had to offer. Derek let his eyes fall shut. His chest was heaving and his thighs twitched with tiny aftershocks. He had never come so hard in his life. He pulled his arm away to find Stiles grinning at him.

'That was awesome.' Stiles said his eyes shining with excitement. 'You taste like power, like I can taste your power in your come.' Stiles said as he laid himself beside his mate. 'You bit yourself.' Stiles said, taking Derek's arm and licking the blood.

Derek and reached for Stiles and grabbed him around the waist pulling him up the bed to straddle Derek's chest. 'How do you want to be when I fuck you?' Derek asked pulling Stiles boxers down to bare his red cock, hooking the elastic below Stiles's balls. 'Do you want to be like this, sitting on me?' He asked leaning forward and licking the head of Stiles cock. 'Or do you want to be on your knees with your ass in the air?' He swallowed Stiles cock into his mouth, his fingers drifting into the cleft of Stiles's ass and brushing over his hole. Bringing his hand back he sucked his thumb into his mouth alongside Stiles cock, getting it wet before reaching to pet it over Stiles hole again. He edged the tip in as he pulled back, licking under the sensitive head. 'Or do you want to be on your back, ankles on my shoulders?'

'Fuck Derek.' Stiles moaned above him. He pushed his cock back into Derek's mouth. 'Shut up and suck me.' He said, glaring down at his boyfriend. Mate. Boyfriend mate. That sounded good, he liked tha-oh fuck that felt good. 'Yes, please more.' Stiles said as Derek's thumb was fully inside Stiles pressing gently against his bundle of nerves, his fingers playing with his balls. The angle was weird but it worked. 'Yes.' He moaned again.

Derek swallowed Stiles's cock down his throat, his nose in Stiles's wiry pubes and his stubbly chin brushing Stiles's balls. Moving his thumb in and out a few times Derek heard Stiles gasp, his hips tense so he curled the digit and pressed against the bundle of nerves one more time before Stiles gave a groan and spilled down Derek's throat.

Stiles collapsed forward, leaning on the headboard before Derek's powerful arms lifted him and laid him on the bed. Derek stripped the boxers from his mate and ran his thumb over the sharp hipbone a few times as he pressed his mouth to Stiles. 'You are the best boyfriend mate ever.'

'What did you just call me?' Derek asked.

'Boyfriend mate.' Stiles said innocently.

'God I love you, idiot.' Derek said softly.

Stiles smiled and pressed his lips to Derek's. His heart felt ready to burst out of his chest. 'I love you too.' Stiles said touching Derek's face. 'But I know what it's like sleeping in this house. I think you should get me something to save what dignity I have left after your family have finished with me.'

Derek got up and grabbed a pair of sleep pants for both of them. 'I can't wait to move into my own house so I can sleep naked.'

'Nah. Your mom was telling me today that she'll do our laundry on Mondays and Thursdays when she does Laura's.' Stiles said cuddling closer.

'Mom still does Laura's laundry. My sister is a lazy bitch.' Derek said.

'I have a feeling your mom insists because it means there's at least four days to see Laura, you know a day to collect, a day to return, twice a week makes four.' Stiles said.

'Doesn't she see enough of her?' Derek asked.

'She loves you guys. You're so lucky to have her.' Stiles said quietly. Derek tugged him impossibly closer, pressing his kiss to Stiles's head. They were almost asleep when Derek heard feet running from the kitchen downstairs to his room.

Linda knocked frantically before trying the handle, breathing a sigh of relief that it was open. 'You're Aunt Rebecca's just off the phone Derek. Something attacked Fergus, Derek he's dead.' Linda said. Derek was out of bed in seconds.

'What attacked him?' He asked shucking his sleep pants and grabbing boxer shorts. Stiles gaped at Derek's lack of modesty around his mother before what she said sunk into his head. The nervous man he met that afternoon was dead?

'She doesn't know.' Linda was saying. She still held a cell phone in her hand, her knuckles white. Stiles could hear the plastic crack in her fist.

'Was it this Alpha?' Derek asked stepping into a pair of jeans and buckling the belt. He reached for the t-shirt he'd wore yesterday, the one Stiles slept in last night.

'Don't know son. Should I call David?' Linda asked shifting nervously.

'Yes. I'll be five minutes.' Derek said. Stiles got up as Derek landed on the bed with a soft thump tugging his socks over his feet. 'I want you to stay here ok. Before you start to argue, I need you to look after my mom and sisters. Carter's out with Gemma and Gran will be over any second with Granddad. Dad will come with me if he's in.'

'Can't your dad stay here and I'll go with you?' Stiles pleaded his hands gripping Derek's arm.

'No because it could be a trap to get us out there. They could be waiting for us.' Derek said tugging a boot over his foot. Stiles didn't want to beg him not to leave, he wasn't some weak girl, he loved his mate, and he wanted to keep him safe.

'Or trying to get you away so we'll be vulnerable.' Stiles pointed out.

'That's why I'm leaving you here ok babe.' Derek said tightening his laces. 'You I trust. You will not let anything happen to them.' Derek turned and kissed Stiles on the mouth, his tongue licking inside for just a second, sharing everything he had to give. 'I love you.'

'Derek.' Stiles said.

'What?' Derek asked resting his forehead against Stiles's.

'I don't have a good feeling about this.' Stiles swallowed looking towards the window. The room was dark, their eyesight good enough that they hadn't bothered with artificial light. He could see stars outside, twinkling high in the inky black sky.

'I'll be fine.' Derek said giving Stiles a rare smile before he turned and ran down the stairs, his boots thumping loud enough to rouse Amy into their room.

Stiles sat down on the bed. His hands were sweating. He couldn't shake this feeling of nervousness. Amy sat with him and he hauled her into a tight hug. When his phone rang he snatched it from his bedside table. It was his dad.

'Hey son, I think I've figured out who tied that dog up and set fire to our house. Is Derek there, he should hear this.' The Sheriff said into the phone. Stiles bit his lip and pressed his cheek against Amy's hair.

'No. he went to his aunt's house. Fergus Law is dead.' Stiles said roughly.

'Well he was top of my list. Along with Peter and Daniel Hale.' John took a deep breath. 'And I don't think he's dead because he's just off the telephone with one of my deputies explaining there was an intruder in the garden.'

'Oh my god Dad! Derek, he's heading over there now!' Stiles cried out jumping to his feet, almost toppling Amy to the floor.

'Stiles stay where you are!' John warned, knowing Stiles well enough to predict his next move.

'But…' Stiles started only to be cut off.

'No. for once Stiles do as you're told.' John warned. Stiles looked at the stars again and nodded as if they could understand him. Perhaps they could.