When Sheriff Stilinski got home from his late shift Stiles was standing at the door waiting for him awkwardly.
"I need to talk to you," Stiles said.
"Can it wait? It's been a long night and I'm bushed," his father replied. He wasn't being dismissive, Stiles knew, he really was just tired. Stiles shook his head, he wanted to let his dad get some rest, but he knew that not having this conversation now might mean not having it for a week or more. His dad let out a weary sigh and moved to sit at the kitchen table. Stiles sat across from him, bouncing his knee and drumming his fingers on the table nervously. After a minute of silence the Sheriff shifted and gave his son a look asking him to speak. Stiles breathed deeply and pulled the key out of his pocket, placing it on the table between them.
"A key?"
"The key," Stiles answered, "to the house Derek wants me to share with him." The Sheriff looked at him, surprise written on his face.
"He wants you to move in with him? I thought," he paused uncertainly, "I thought you two broke up?" Stiles slouched back in his chair, staring at his own hands on the table.
"Not exactly. We just, I dunno, took some time."
"You mean he took some time," the Sheriff replied.
"Yes, okay, he took some time. Does it matter? We're okay now," Stiles answered agitatedly.
"Is he going to cut and run every time you have a problem?"
"He's working on it," Stiles said defensively. He sighed, letting some of the tension out. "This is part of it, living together, laying down roots. He's trying Dad." His father nodded.
"And this is what you want?" Stiles picked the key back up, shifting it between his fingers.
"Yeah," he said simply. "Am I… Do you think this is a bad idea?" The Sheriff let out a groaning sigh, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his chair.
"I've had my doubts about Derek Hale," he began, "Especially after you told me everything." Stiles nodded. "But he's always looked out for you, so if this is really what you want, you should go for it." Stiles looked up at him, a smile starting at the corners of his mouth. "That doesn't mean I won't give him a talking to when I see him, though." Stiles moved around the table and his father stood to meet him. They embraced each other warmly before going to bed.
Stiles stood in the boxed up wasteland that had once been his room. He'd started packing almost as soon as he'd gotten the go ahead from his dad. After a few solid days of work he'd managed to get everything squared away. He felt a small pang of sadness and apprehension as he surveyed the empty feeling room.
"Got everything ready?" his dad asked, leaning into the room from the doorway. "Your… pack is here." Stiles smiled at the way he stumbled over the word 'pack', smiled wider at the idea that it was his pack. Derek appeared in the doorway behind the Sheriff as if to underscore the statement. A moment later Stiles heard the rest of the pack trudging up the stairs.
They'd decided not to get a moving truck. There were plenty of hands and vehicles to move Stiles from one house in Beacon Hills to another without much fuss. They'd shove the furniture into Stiles' jeep and Boyd's SUV and cram the boxes into everyone else's cars.
It all went pretty smoothly really, much smoother than Stiles had honestly expected. Werewolves were super strong and could move everything with an ease that Stiles found offensive, making him and his father look sad and pathetic. Stiles managed to prevent Scott from asking about getting Allison to help more than once. The pack was more or less okay with her but Derek bristled at the idea of telling the Argents where he lived, even if it was inevitable. Boyd was stoic as usual, Erica was her normal bitingly snarky self, Isaac was strangely quiet and refused to look at Stiles. Derek was the alpha.
When they got to the house Stiles took a moment to inspect it, outside and in. He'd been so excited about the prospect of moving in with Derek that he hadn't made time to check it out first. Standing in the living room he had to admit he was impressed. Isaac nudged past him roughly and deposited a box in his bedroom none too gently.
"Hey, careful!" Stiles shouted, rushing to pet the box. The werewolf's eyes flashed gold dangerously as he turned edgily away from Stiles. "God, what is your problem?" Stiles called after him as he retreated outside. Erica grinned at Stiles as she came into the room.
"Don't mind him," She said as she set down a box. "He's just mad because he can't come crawling to Daddy Derek whenever he has a nightmare anymore." She flashed him her vicious, taunting smile on her way out. Stiles just stared after her, going over the implications in her quip while Derek and Boyd brought in boxes.
When everything had been brought in and stacked in Stiles new bedroom the rest of the werewolves took off, leaving Derek and the Stilinskis to stand in the empty living room.
"You're going to need some furniture," the Sheriff said, glancing around. "And kitchenware. And linens." He sighed heavily.
"So we'll go shopping tomorrow, buy the essentials. Since I don't have to pay a deposit or rent I've got some money we can use. It'll be great," Stiles replied, not even attempting to mask his excitement. His dad pat him on the shoulder, squeezed, and pulled him into a hug.
"You take care," he said before pulling away. "And call me if you need anything. I mean it." Then he left. Stiles watched him go before whipping around to face Derek with a huge smile.
"Our house," Stiles said excitedly, gesturing widely around him.
"I'm glad you like it," Derek replied with a small smile, pulling Stiles closer. "No regrets?" Stiles glanced about as if looking for something.
"Kinda regretting not having Boyd put the bet together." Derek smiled at him with a predatory gleam.
"Good thing you didn't, we'd never get anything done," he said, enjoying the way Stiles' heartbeat quickened in response.
"Right then," Stiles said, pulling away and straightening his hoodie, "Let's get to work."
Getting to work meant Derek assembled furniture while Stiles started unpacking. The younger man noted ruefully that Derek was saving the bed for last. He attempted to alter this plan by nonchalantly setting a bottle of lube on the window sill and waggling his eyebrows suggestively, but it was a no go. By the time the bed was finally assembled they were both so worn out that Stiles had abandoned all thoughts of christening the house. He settled for cuddling closely together on the bed.
"Hey Derek?" Stiles began when a thought wouldn't leave him alone.
"Mmm?" Derek hummed contently, already half asleep.
"Did Isaac show up at your old place a lot?"
"Yeah," Derek answered. He shifted slightly, waking himself up as he sensed it wasn't an idle question.
"What about the rest of the pack?" Derek propped himself up on an elbow and leaned over Stiles, a look of confusion in his eyes.
"They came by sometimes."
"Just showed up? Wherever you were living?"
"They won't come here, Stiles, not without permission," Derek said calmly.
"I know, but is that really okay? I mean you're their alpha, what if they need you?"
"Then they'll call," Derek replied. He had that searching look that told Stiles he wanted to understand. Stiles sighed and turned so that he could face Derek properly.
"I don't really understand the whole pack dynamic, you've always sort of kept all of that separate from me and even Scott doesn't talk about it, but I get the feeling Isaac wasn't entirely okay with this."
"He'll get used to it," Derek said defensively.
"Calm down," Stiles said, kissing the werewolf to ease the tension. "I'm not trying to start a fight or complain about your wolfiness. I just need to know what you and the pack need. I need you to let me be a part of this instead of… in the way." Derek looked at him for a moment with an unreadable expression before sliding out of the bed to pace.
"It's complicated," he said roughly. "Normally a pack would live together but that wasn't possible the way things started out. And because I didn't want to settle somewhere where someone could…" he didn't finish, he didn't need to. "I just let them know where I was staying and let them come when they wanted. But now I'm living here, with you. It doesn't really matter much because Erica and Boyd are so independent and Scott's too hung up on Allison to care, but Isaac needs someone to follow." Derek looked at Stiles, who was now sitting on the bed, his eyes asking if he needed to go on.
"What about you?" Stiles asked patiently.
"I…" Derek began angrily. He took a deep breath, "I need to take care of my pack," he said firmly. "But I also need to take care of you, like this." Derek pointed to the floor and Stiles understood he meant the house and living together.
"Okay," Stiles said, getting to his feet and snaking his arms around Derek's waist. "What if we gave the pack keys? Then they could still come by whenever they wanted and we can still lock the door against dangerous prowlers." Derek looked at him gently, almost in awe.
"We don't have to do that. You don't have to make room for my pack." Stiles laid his forehead on Derek's shoulder, tired and uncertain.
"Yes I do. I have to make room for them, have to make room," Stiles paused, swallowing a knot of fear, "for our pack." He closed his eyes, hoping he hadn't pushed too far, praying that he hadn't overstepped the delicate boundaries of this new stage in their relationship.
Derek put an unsteady hand on his cheek, pulling Stiles' face up to look at him. Stiles was overwhelmed by the fire and the need in the deeply red eyes. Derek kissed him with a bruising passion. He tugged at the zipper on Stiles' hoodie with one hand while pulling Stiles closer with the other. Stiles could feel Derek's erection pressing into him. He moaned as his body reacted to Derek's fervent desire.
Stiles let Derek tug his hoodie off roughly and then both their hands were under the other's shirt, feeling the heat of skin and pulling it closer. In an unspoken agreement they both paused to remove the obstructing material before pressing their bare torsos together.
Stiles felt like he was on fire. He knew this wasn't like the first time, a sudden explosion of mutual want. This was the inevitable conclusion to the slow burn of need; a need that Derek had been building for ten years and which Stiles had filled. He didn't just want Derek, he wanted his pack, and it was driving the alpha crazy.
Derek's hand slid down to Stiles' hip, fingers tugging gently at the waistband. He was asking permission. In answer Stiles forced some space between their hips and fumbled at the button on Derek's jeans. Stiles growled in frustration when Derek had swiftly unfastened his pants and Stiles couldn't get past the button. He tugged roughly and felt the thread snap but neither of them cared as they slid out of the last of their clothing.
Derek picked Stiles up easily and settled them both on the small bed, Stiles pinned beneath the werewolf, their erections pressed firmly together, their lips locked. And then Derek shifted, releasing Stiles' lips and moving down his neck, across his collar bone, stopping to lick and nip at one nipple and then the other. Stiles was making the most obscene noises and trying not to thrust his hips.
He was moving down again, hot breath ghosting over Stiles' penis. Stiles barely managed to gasp out his name before Derek's mouth was on him, hot and wet, sucking and licking and making Stiles feel amazing. He came quickly from the sensation and Derek swallowed his semen eagerly. The alpha didn't stop working Stiles' cock with his mouth until he was fully hard again and on the verge of a second orgasm. Stiles whimpered slightly when Derek pulled away.
Derek snatched the lube off of the window sill and poured it over his fingers. He hunched over Stiles, kissing him while he slid one digit inside the younger man, quickly followed by a second and third. And then the fingers were gone and Derek was sliding into him. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek and pulled him close, needing to feel the man's heat on top of him even as he felt it inside.
Derek slid a hand between them, gripping Stiles firmly as he approached climax. Stiles moaned loudly when Derek bit him hard as he came inside the younger man, sending Stiles over the edge as well. After a moment Derek pulled out, shifting so that he could curl around his partner's side. He kissed gently at the wound his teeth had left in the space where Stiles' neck met his shoulder.
"Can we do that again tomorrow?" Stiles asked in awe once his pulse had begun to settle. "All day? Every day? Until I die of fatigue? Because that was amazing. I mean the first time was awesome, don't get me wrong, but that? That was unbeliev…"
"I love you," Derek said, interrupting anything Stiles might have been about to say. Stiles shifted to look at him, searching Derek's face and finding nothing but sincerity.
"I love you too," Stiles replied. They kissed, tired but passionate, then curled up closely and fell asleep together.
Author's Note:
1) I realize that in chapter 4 Scott seems sort of antagonistic toward Derek and in this chapter he's in his pack. This is mostly because chapter 4 was written before 204 Frenemy aired and I was betting on him not joining Derek ever, whereas chapter 6 was written after that. However I think Scott will remain antagonistic within the pack what with his 'we'll do it my way' attitude.
2) I am also aware that some of you might be bothered by the absence of both Jackson and Lydia. As of right now neither of them are werewolves and I'm making additional bets that they never will be, so they're not included here.
3) I have a rough estimate of 4-6 more chapters at this point, but no promises.