Okay so I had someone mention the slight threesome-ish-ness in the last chapter, but I swear to you that it was important to the plot so just bear with me a little while.

I don't know where I am actually going with this story so this is just as much a journey for me as it is for you guys, but if you want to see anything specific happen feel free to ask and I will try to work it in (although it may not appear until a few chapters later).

And please, PLEASE review.

A hand clamped tightly over Stiles' mouth muffling the scream of sheer pleasure as Derek took him all the way back to his throat and swallowed. Fingers twisted tightly into nearly black hair that had no right to be that soft, practically ripping it out of its owner's skull. Hips tried to buck up to get him farther into that wonderfully moist cavern of pleasure, but his tormentor was having none of it.

Using the hand that was not currently on his mate's mouth (where is actually seemed to be most of the time, to the infinite pleasure of both strangely enough) Derek gripped the milky white hip underneath him and pushed down effectively pinning the boy to the bed. He smirked slightly at the muffled whine of protest. The wolf inside him preened.

It never failed to impress either of them how they could turn the young boy into a wanton whore simply by touching him. Hell, simply being there seemed to induce a nuclear explosion within the ADD raddled brain that made him incapable of any coherent thought or action other than to lay himself open to the wolf like a flower to the sun. And Derek made it his personal mission every day to make sure that his little flower, his oh so precious Angel, soaked up every ounce of those life giving rays. Because Derek was Stiles' sun just as much as Stiles was his, and he would be damned if he would let such a beautiful thing wilt under his care.

Once again, the mating bond proved to be more than a symbol of their status to each other as Stiles stilled for a second before loosening his death grip on Derek's hair. Instead he began to gently massage Derek's scalp. Long, nimble fingers caressed the back of his neck and shoulders and Stiles moved his head just enough to take two of Derek's fingers into his mouth. Derek couldn't keep the moan out of his voice as he continued to suck. Stiles let out an answering moan as the vibrations from his mate's voice traveled straight through his dick. Stiles shivered and moaned and wanted nothing more than to rip more of those glorious sounds out of his soon to be husband (in werewolf standards), but he didn't. This was about more than just sex today. This was about more than either of them.

This was sacred.

A centuries old connection that, though well known, not many got to experience. A connection that Stiles knew he was lucky to witness let alone experience for himself. And he could think of no one he would rather share it with then the man currently wrapping his tongue around his shaft as though he owned it (which he did). A man so broken and tortured by his past that he had tried—if only for an instant, which Stiles had punished him severely for—to ignore the call of the mating bond and push Stiles away.

The werewolf still had nightmares about that particular mistake.

And Stiles still used it when he needed to manipulate his wolf into doing something he didn't want to do.

Or when he was thinking stupid thoughts.

Luckily, now wasn't one of those times.

This time, Derek was thinking about how much he cared for Stiles. Said boy could literally feel the wolf heart swelling with pride in the way it always did when they were together. Stiles knew that every time they touched Derek would hold on just a little bit tighter, kiss just a little bit deeper, cuddle just a little bit longer all in order to reassure himself that yes, Stiles was still there and no, he would not be leaving anytime soon.

He was thinking just how lucky he was that in his life of pain and death he had found something rare and beautiful and better than anything ever imaginable.

Stiles knew because he was thinking the same thing.

Not that he didn't always know what Derek was thinking anyway. Even before they had become mates the werewolf had always been surprisingly easy to read. From the sudden angry flash of his eyes when he was angry or annoyed to the nearly unnoticeable stiffening of his shoulders whenever the Argents were mentioned, Stiles knew everything about his Sourwolf. Had known from the day they had first met in the woods all those months ago.

Somehow though, the mating bond had added a level of intimacy to this knowledge. Derek had once said that their connection was so deep that at some times it felt as though he could read the younger boy's thoughts. Stiles couldn't be fully sure until he was a werewolf himself, but he was pretty sure that it was a two way street.

One of Stiles' hands came up to cup the back of the hand currently resting on his face and used his fingers to push Derek's further into his mouth.

He used his tongue to wrap around the wolf's fingers, much like Derek was doing for his dick, and used his teeth to scrap carefully over the pads of the fingertips.

Derek moaned again as his lover swallowed around his fingers. Goddamn but Stiles had an amazing mouth. The younger boy knew just what to do to make Derek feel good. Which had been beyond surprising considering Stiles had still been a virgin when they had met. And Stiles had been a virgin; Derek had made sure of that.

There was a slight tingling in the back of his brain before his wolf began to speak.

Now, Derek, take him now

Not yet my friend

The wolf growled I want our mate!

And we will Derek reassured But he is still holding back on us. I want to take him when he is so completely undone that he can think of nothing but me, only about this moment in time. I want him so that he can't remember a single moment outside of the pleasure he is receiving, I want him so that the world outside of this bedroom does not exist and there is only him and I. I want him to a point where the pleasure of this has him so filled him up that he can't even scream my name because he has forgotten how to. That is when we will take him, that is when we will make him ours

There was a moment of silence. Then the wolf started to laugh.

Derek ignored him this time and returned to his mate. Using his elbow Derek nudged at Stiles' knee to spread the younger boy's legs farther apart. Moving quickly he then moved the hand holding Stiles' hip down straight to his anus when he shoved to fingers in dry.

Stiles jerked violently, his hips snapping up. They had done finger jobs before so it wasn't that Stiles was unused to the sensation, but this held so much promise for the teen then anything they had done before and frankly it freaked Stiles out a little. Derek very nearly lost all control as he felt those velvet walls clamp down on his finger. He pulled his mouth off the younger boy's cock and moved up to his neck. He took his fingers out of that beautiful mouth, moving them so that they were entwined with his mates on the bed by his head. Mouthing at the soft skin of Stiles' neck Derek began to whisper reassuringly.

"It's okay love, just relax for me. I promise I'll make this good for you. That's right Gen, let me in."

Like a flower.

Stiles shivered as Derek's finger slid farther and farther inside of him. He moaned wantonly as the second one slowly joined. Derek was sucking harshly at his neck, leaving marks, and whispering words of undying devotion into his ear. Hips were grinding gently against his thigh in time to the fingers moving in and out of him. Stiles knew he was making the most obscene noises as he pushed his own hips back onto Derek's hand trying to force the finger deeper inside of him but he really didn't care.

He loved this feeling. He loved being connected to Derek in this way. Feeling the older man brush against his prostate he moaned out his lover's name in a way that he knew would drive the wolf nuts. Sure enough there was a sharp nip behind his right ear. It almost distracted him from the third finger slipping into his body. Almost.

He hissed in pain as the fingers stretched him. Derek licked a stray tear away.

"It's okay Gen." he whispered against the pale neck. He felt a little guilty for not using lube before he entered Stiles. Feeling his fingers slide in and out of the velvet warms with absolutely nothing in between, even if it was a liquid, however, was beyond worth it. Scissoring his three digits Derek swallowed thickly. He was so close. So close to having his mate as his for the rest of his life. So close to finally having something that was so rare many wolves didn't even tell their children about it for fear of getting their hopes up. So close to having what he thought he could never have again.

A family.

Stiles whimpered. Derek pulled his fingers out. Letting go of the boy's hand Derek moved his own to the pale hips once again. Positioning himself he brushed the head of his dick against the slightly red, puffy hole. Stiles yelped and for a second Derek worried that he would pull away. That in his excitement to claim his mate he had pushed Stiles into something he didn't want to do. He fears proved unfounded though when Stiles' hands shot up to grip tightly at his arms and his legs wrapped almost painfully around his waist.

Pulling down suddenly on Derek's arms Stiles let out a small 'omph' as a solid wall of wolf muscle landed on him, but he didn't miss a beat. Tangling his left fist into Derek's hair he held his mate's head down to his neck long enough to practically snarl out, "Derek Hale, if you don't fucking move this instant I swear to God that it will be you tied to the bed and me taking advantage."

Derek's eyes snapped wide open, the irises glowing a harsher red than ever before. His heart shot of violently as his arousal reached level never before known to him. Never before, in all their months together, had Stiles ever spoken to him like that.

It was one of the reasons Derek maintained dominance over his mate so easily. It wasn't that Stiles didn't fight for his right to mount his mate like a wild stallion but Derek knew there was more to it than that. He knew that Stiles was his Alpha Female. His bitch. He submissive. And that on some unconscious level Stiles would never truly leave that role. He would always be the one who was, and wanted to be, mounted, fucked, sexed-up, taken advantage of, and any other synonym for having Derek on top of him. Hearing Stiles command him in this way was new, thrilling and, above all, sexy as hell. Dear God he needed to be in this boy NOW.

Pulling back just enough so that he could fuse their lips together, Derek gave one last teasing brush to the hole before snapping his hips forward and sheathing himself completely.

Stiles gagged as he opened his mouth to scream only to have Derek's tongue hit the back of his throat.

He took back what he said.

Finger jobs were nothing, absolutely nothing, to having his mate balls deep inside of him.

It didn't even come close.

Never before had he ever felt so….so….full. Derek's dick filled something inside of him that he didn't even realize was empty. Connected them on a level he hadn't even known existed. And it was beautiful.

He hadn't even realized he was crying until he felt a warm tongue lap at his face.

"Stiles." Derek whispered worriedly, nosing just below his chin, "Are you alright? Did I hurt you? I can stop if you—"

"Don't!" Half-lidded honey brown eyes sought worried greenish-red ones, "Don't you dare stop! Fuck me my mate. Fuck me like this is the last time. Make me your own my Alpha."

Derek almost came right then and there.

He had told his wolf that he would be the one to have Stiles speechless. No wonder his wolf had laughed.

Gathering the lust drugged boy in his arms Derek buried his face in the pale skin of his neck. Lifting Stiles slightly off the bed so that he could get a good grip Derek allowed himself to change just enough so that his fangs elongated. Stiles was shivering in anticipation still half wacked out of his mind by the drug called Derek.

Without any warning sharp needle like teeth pierced the skin of his shoulder sliding down through muscle and tissue to stop just before his collar bone.

The bite was instantaneous.

It was like a switch had been flipped inside Stiles' head.

Scents slammed into his nose like a perfume soaked towel had been shoved up his nostrils. Sounds tore through his ears as though someone had pressed speakers right up against his brain. The sunlight streaming in through his window nearly blinded him with its sudden brightness and he panicked for just a moment at the thought of the now scratchy sheets scratching the very skin off his back.

He forced himself to relax.

He knew this place, he was fine.

He had had trouble with his senses before. Whenever he had panic attacks they seemed to go into overdrive, but they could be controlled. 'Just pick one sense to concentrate on that until they are all back' his therapist had told him.

Funny, he thought, never thought I'd have to use her advice for this.

He started with smell, the strongest being a mixture of pine and ash and earth and the slightest hint of orange that he knew instinctively to be Derek's. Then hearing. The sudden onslaught of sound in his ears was drowned out by the harsh pounding of Derek's heartbeat. Sight. Some parts of the tattoo on Derek's back seemed to have new ink (presumably from when Peter had put his claws through it). Touch. Tentative hands slid up Derek's sides feeling each and every muscle rippling under the heated skin. And finally, taste. Sticking his tongue out he carefully slid it along Derek's shoulder.

His mind exploded.

No taste in the world could compare. It was absolutely, positively addicting.

Stiles licked again. His arms came up to cinch around Derek's chest as he lapped at his mate's neck.

Said wolf whined around the flesh still in his mouth. He brushed his shoulder against Stiles' mouth in an attempt to show the teen what he wanted.

Being the awesome mate that he was, and now with a wolf to help him figure things out, Stiles knew exactly what to do.

All at once, he lunged forward and clamped his teeth down on solid flesh.

The wolf inside Derek whined happily as Stiles let out a high pitched moan and violently expelled his release, clamping down tightly on the older boy's dick.

Stiles convulsed. Derek held on tighter, his dick throbbing painfully inside the tight body.

Finally, after several minutes, the smaller boy-turned-wolf slumped in his arms. Derek carefully laid him back on the bed before pulling out and flipping him over so that he lay on his stomach.

Entering him again was pure torture. Derek had never wanted to come more in his life then he did now, but he knew he had to wait. He needed to make sure he was fully inside before he knotted.

Rolling his hips gently he worked his way deeper and deeper down the now placate boy's channel, the new angle allowing for it. It also allowed for better access to the boy's prostate. A sharp inhale let him know that he had found it. Hearing the harsh almost cry was more than enough to set him off. Pulling Stiles' body flush to his he let himself grow.

If Stiles thought Derek had been big before, it was nothing compared to this. Of course he knew about the knot, Derek had answered almost every question he had ever asked about werewolf and their lore, but all the knowledge in the world could not prepare him for it actually happening. He couldn't keep the small cry of pain from falling from his lips nor could he keep his hips still as they tried to push back to take the knot deeper. Derek hushed him. Soft lips showered his shoulders and back in kisses and bites while arms of steel wrapped around his head in a comforting hug.

Stiles didn't need for Derek to tell him when he came. He could feel it. It filled his already full body to bursting. And, not being able to go anywhere thanks to the knot, it added just enough lubrication for any lingering pain to vanish completely. He hummed contentedly nuzzling his face in the crock of Derek's elbow.

They stayed like that for quite some time; Stiles practically purring as he rested his head on Derek's arms, and Derek, blanketed over his back, carefully moving the knot as much as he could while peppering kisses along Stiles' shoulders and neck. Then the knot began to shrink.

Stiles tensed and whimpered as though in pain. Derek hissed as his mate clenched around him.

"It's okay Angel," he whispered into the smaller boy's ear, "it's all okay, I just need to pull out so you're not in pain in the morning. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

Stiles shook his head viciously, "Stay."

The broken way he said it made Derek's heart break, "It's okay Gen, I'm right here."

He carefully pulled out.

Stiles sobbed.