Derek was back by Stiles' side before Peter goes to answer the door. Stiles turned to look at Derek. "So, door number three?" He asks, eyebrow raised.
Instead of answering, Derek shifted, just enough to let out his claws. There were four pinpricks across Stiles' neck and a warm werewolf tongue licking across them before Stiles could say anything.
Derek stepped back and then sniffed in a smug manner. "That will have to do, for now." He said, hand rubbing across where he had just licked.
Stiles pushed him backwards onto the loveseat and slid down beside him, his pleased smile speaking volumes. They both turned to watch the responses when Peter led the others into the room.
Peter leading them into the room was quite fortunate, for all involved, because when Scott scented the room he did three things close enough together as to seem simultaneous. He growled deeply, shifted, and darted into the room. Peter, who had been expecting some sort of reaction, managed to use his momentum against him and spun Scott into the wall behind them, instead of letting him rush the loveseat. He held him pinned against the wall by his head, with one arm locked behind him.
Derek tried to jump up, but Stiles leaned in holding him down, and pretended not to notice the faceplant Scott took into the wall. Isaac had shifted in response to Scott, but calmed down when he realized why Scott had shifted. Jackson merely smirked at Derek and Stiles, then pushed past Isaac to swagger into the room and sit down.
After a minute or so, Scott calmed down enough to shift back, and Peter cautiously let him go. Isaac led him to the couch, and they dropped down on it, Scott giving Derek and Stiles his patented 'Wounded Puppy' eyes, which both ignored.
Lydia trailed in after everyone. She was very obviously ignoring Peter's existence, and walked up to the chair Jackson was sitting in. It took him a moment or two, but he quickly jumped up and let her sit down. Peter took the last seat on the couch and Jackson settled into the ottoman beside Lydia.
The silence in the room stretched out for a moment before Lydia and Stiles both decided to cut through the bullshit at the same moment. "I bet you're wondering..." and "So why the Hell did you losers..." Both stopped abruptly and then Lydia nodded to Stiles. "Go ahead, seems like you were about to answer what I was about to ask."
"Right. Um basically, we have a problem. You all know about the Alpha Pack, right? He looked at Lydia and Jackson, who both nodded. Okay, well there is this whole mating secondary use for the terms Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Sometimes there are even human Alphas or Omegas, but most people are Betas, in general. Peter can run you through it, but the punchline is you can be one in relationship to where you are in the pack and the other in your um, sex lives. The Alpha Pack is actually a pack of Sexual Alphas, or um dominants. They are here because we have Omegas, or sexually submissive members of our pack in two important positions, either in the pack or just in the community, which will give them leverage to take this territory from our pack, because according to stupid traditions when an Omega mates, their Alpha mate assumes control of their stuff and their position in the pack, and if their really assholes, their whole lives. This is stupid and outdated and well stupid covers it, but they believe this, and have tradition on their side."
Lydia was looking at Stiles and Derek, eyebrow raised, and Stiles was fairly sure she'd already guessed something about their situation. "Anyway, Wolves mate for life, so their well thought out and brilliant plan is to fight amongst themselves until they get a winner and the winner basically forces themselves onto the Omega, causing the Omega to be stuck with them for life. Pretty much the only way to stop this is to get different Alphas to mate with the two Omegas in question."
Jackson spoke up then, laughing. "Let me guess, you found out the Alphas were after your ass and ran to Derek begging him to make you his bitch for protection?"
Lydia looked furious for a moment and then the wall of sound that was three different wolves growling at Jackson, violently hit her and she just looked scared. She met Stiles' eyes for a moment and looked down, communicating without words the permission he needed to end this, hopefully without too much bloodshed.
Stiles squeezed Derek's hand and then pushed off the loveseat and stalked towards Jackson, who completely failed to notice until Stiles was right in his space. As he caught scent of Stiles, he shuddered unconsciously. "I wasn't the bitch on offer Jackson, you were. Why else do you think you were the one attacked last night?" Jackson's eyes were dilating and he was swallowing nervously. "It's not my pretty little ass who needs saved." He slid in behind Jackson on the ottoman, hand sliding up Jackson's throat, as he pulled his head back, baring his throat. Stiles' voice became honeyed "And I could save you. I could sink into that ass of yours and own you forever; turn you into my willing bitch open and ready for anyone. You'd beg me to, wouldn't you?" Jackson looked drugged all he could do was jerk his head, nodding. "Thing is, Jackson, I don't want you." Stiles' voice became cold. "I wouldn't mate with you even for all your money, or a chance at your pretty ass. Because when I mate it will be with an equal, not a toy, but I want you to remember this, Jackson. Remember you would have rolled over with just a word." He shoved Jackson to the floor at Lydia's feet and strolled back to Derek, while Jackson slowly woke up, looking at Lydia in horror and apology.
The wolves who had all stopped growling, except Isaac, who'd never started in the first place, all looked stunned. Stiles settled in next to Derek again, taking Derek's hand. "Anyway, as I was saying, one Omega is already squared away, and I'm sure as an Alpha female, Lydia will help you out, if you're a good boy, Jackson."
Lydia's eyes meet Stiles' once more, and the warning in them was clear. Stiles held out his hands, as if to say 'He's all yours'. "You need to claim him, and he needs to know he's claimed. We already know who he belongs to, you two just need to get it figured out, before one of the other Alphas gets to him."
Lydia slid her hand up Jackson's neck and squeezed, eyes not leaving Stiles. "I already know who he belongs to. I'll just have to make sure he understands too." She nodded to the rest of the room and then stood up. "Come along Jackson, we have some things to discuss." She left, with him following in her wake.
After the door shut, Scott turned towards Stiles and Derek. "Dude, what the Hell? You went to Derek for help, and what was all that with Jackson?" Even Isaac was giving Scott incredulous looks now, and Stiles had to fight the urge to smack himself in the face. Peter looked like he'd just found out Scott's password all over again.
"That thing with Jackson was an Alpha putting a douchebag in his place for insulting his mate, even if he didn't realize. That was also me protecting Jackson from getting his throat ripped out. And yes, for the record, I went to Derek; I'm with Derek. We're going to be mated, and other than the fact that you're my friend, you're not involved. Or is this somehow now your pack? Now is the time to decide, Scott, because, pardon the pun, but the fucking Wolves are at the door, and we need to know you've got our backs; I need to know you've got MY back."
Scott nodded, "Always, bro, always. If you're mating, you're in for life right? Where else am I gonna be, after everything?"
Isaac reached out and took his hand, and the two of them shared a smile. Peter looked smug, but had the good sense not to comment. Derek just squeezed Stiles' hand, and smiled at him.
"Not to pack build and run, but Derek and I have a movie date, with my Dad, and I wanna pick up some snacks, before Dad does." Stiles said, getting ready to stand up.
"Whoa, you're Dad knows about Derek?" Isaac, surprisingly enough, said, eyes wide.
"He knows we're dating, not the whole grows fur and fangs stuff. He's the Sheriff, even if I wanted to keep this a secret, which I don't, he'd hear things. Beacon Hills isn't that big, and people are nosy and overly helpful. Shit I'm amazed some good citizen hasn't already warned my Dad about how much time I spend with you bunch of hooligans." Stiles smirked.
"Yes, I'm sure he'd soon hear about the many flavors of bad influence, if you were seen with the lot of us." Peter said grinning back at Stiles. "Hopefully this will alleviate some of that."
"That's why we're doing stuff like tonight. I want him to know I'm not hiding this from him, and Derek deserves to not be hidden."
Derek pulled him back down for a kiss, which caused Scott to whine from the couch. It was cut off abruptly when one of the wolves beside him elbowed him in the ribs. Derek pulled away and turned to speak to the other wolves for the first time since they'd arrived. "Peter, if you can, see if you can find any more information about mating and anything that might be relevant with Jackson and Lydia's situation."
Peter nodded. "Of course. I'll check out the laptop and a few of our old sources. I don't expect to find anything more, but with the extra little twist on things that those two will have to deal with, it's possible I missed something, however unlikely."
"Scott, Isaac, could you two keep an eye on Lydia and Jackson. Not too close an eye, since they deserve privacy, but maybe stay in the vicinity? The Alpha Pack is still after him."
Isaac and Scott nodded, and then stood and left, still hand in hand. Peter followed behind them a few steps.
The minute they were gone, Stiles turned and buried his face in Derek's chest. "I'm sorry." He said, muffled.
"What the Hell are you sorry for, Stiles?" Derek asked, confused. He pulled Stiles up so they could look at one another.
"For Jackson, for what I did, for how everyone is acting... take your pick or just you know, all of it." He replied, looking anywhere except at Derek.
"You didn't hurt Jackson, except for his pride, and honestly if one of us had corrected his little fit, it would have been much more painful, and possibly countered Lydia's claim in some way. You did what needed doing and made it obvious you don't want him. I know taking him would be easier on you in some ways. He's closer to your own age, he's popular, and annoying enough that you'd really enjoy dominating him." Derek looked away.
"Are you really this insecure or are you just fishing for compliments, Derek? If I want to dominate someone I have you right here," He leaned up over Derek, before darting his mouth down and nipping at the still bruised area on his neck. "and if I want to be dominated, what do you know, you're right here too." He slithered down his stomach until Derek was just a little higher than him and bared his neck. Derek lapped at the tiny marks he'd made earlier.
Stiles stayed still for a few minutes, while Derek alternated between dotting his neck and shoulder with tiny nail marks, and lapping over them. Slowly, Stiles slid lower and lower, kissing down Derek's neck and nosing a button undone every so often. Once the shirt was opened all the way, he licked and nibbled down Derek's stomach, and then down to his jeans. He looked up at Derek with a silly grin before opening the fly as best he could with his tongue and teeth, over exaggerating the movements. Derek laughed, remembering Stiles' comment from the night before last. Stiles worked the jeans down just far enough to pull Derek out, and then slid one hand up to cup and stroke his balls before wrapping his other hand around the base of his cock and licking slowly across the head.
Derek practically arched off the loveseat and shifted until his legs were spread wider around Stiles, who was now on his knees between them. Fangs slowly bit into his own lips as his eyes shifted red and then back, slowly. One hand clawed into his leg, only slightly more gentle than when he tried to clear out the kanima toxin. Stiles shifted his hands so he was still encircling the base of his cock, but moved the other to thread their fingers together, keeping Derek's hand from gouging into his own leg. Their eyes locked and Stiles slowly slid further down the shaft, lips tight, tongue sliding around it as he pulled up again, and swirled across the head, lapping up the drop or two of precum before slipping down again, further each time. The hand at the base was stroking up, thumb riding along the prominent vein, stroking and pressing along it, building up a tempo between mouth and hand.
Derek's other hand shot out, stroking down the side of Stiles' head, cupping his neck and then settling on his marked shoulder, slowly stroking across it. He was breathing harshly, panting faster as Stiles slowly increased the tempo. Every once in awhile Stiles' tongue would press in, just below the head and every time Derek would let out a low growling moan. By the time he was close to cumming, he could barely breath, shallow pants and moans and 'Oh God's escaped his mouth without thought until his whole body pulled taut. The nails on Stiles' shoulder dug in, more than he meant to, just deep enough to bleed and Stiles let the first spurt of cum fall across his tongue before pulling away and letting the rest paint stripes across his chin and his cheeks.
Derek took a moment, gasping for air, before he pushed forward, down on his knees in front of Stiles, kissing him, while stroking his hand across his lower face, smearing it with cum before stroking it over the marks on Stiles' shoulder. Once he was satisfied, he pulled Stiles, head back, just a little, licking the cum that was left on his chin and cheeks, before kissing him again. He slid his hand down to cup Stiles, who was hard and trapped in his jeans still. He pushed Stiles back onto the carpet, unbuttoning and unzipping him as he did.
Stiles was flat on his back, knees bent and splayed as Derek crawled in between them. He slowly lapped his tongue across the almost purple head of Stiles' cock, causing him to gasp and moan softly. Derek slid his jeans down far enough to get more access and then slid his mouth over Stiles, hands on either side of his hips, holding him in place. He slipped further and further down, in almost agonizing slowness, tongue pressing against the underside of Stiles' dick. Derek waited till he was touching the back of his throat, gagging slightly before sliding back up halfway and then back down, just a little further each time. He swallowed around him slowly, breathing through his nose; tongue stroking where it could.
Stiles lifted his head and looked down as Derek swallowed him entirely, mouth stretched wide. Their eyes locked and suddenly Stiles' mind just whited out with the force of his orgasm. Even the weight of Derek and his hands holding him down, couldn't completely halt the arch of Stiles' back as he shot down Derek's throat, his breath stuttered and stopped for several long seconds as his mouth dropped into a frozen 'Oh' of a moan.
When he started being able to process his surroundings again, Derek was crawling up his body, and Stiles watched as Derek's mouth seemed to go from almost raw looking to normal, while Stiles' jaw ached and his lips were red and swollen still. The unfairness of that had him sucking and nibbling on Derek's bottom lip before kissing him deeply. They lay there kissing and snuggling on the floor half undressed for a long time. Neither felt like moving, and didn't, until late in the afternoon.