Derek licked and kissed down Stiles' neck, stopping a moment to remove the bandages along his arm. He let out a low growl before licking across the claw marks Gregory had inflicted. The wounds seemed cleaner, healthier once he was done, and he quickly moved down the arm to the next wound. Once he was satisfied, he helped Stiles remove the borrowed T-shirt and began working at the claw marks along Stiles' side.
"Not to ruin the mood, or anything, but those are some seriously deep claw marks, why didn't I turn?" Stiles asked, watching as Derek froze at the idea.
"You would have. You smell like more of a wolf, even now."
"Buuuut?" Stiles drew out as Derek bent to lap over another claw mark, slowly.
"But, you killed Gregory." Derek said, moving until he could look Stiles in the face. "I didn't lie to Scott about that. I was just wrong about the rules."
"Does that mean if I'd have left Danny alone he would be human too?" Stiles asked.
"Nope, even if he'd killed Gregory instead, he transformed, I remember seeing him in his beta form, in the station, right?"
"Yeah, right before I got the chains off of you. I think it was the stress of the situation." Stiles said quietly.
"Once you've transformed, the change is a part of you, and there's no going back. As it is, you're always going to be more wolflike than you were before. You might heal a little better and you'll probably be grumpier than normal during a full moon, but with Gregory dead, you won't transform."
"So why-"
"Why did I tell Scott he could be cured?" Derek asked, quietly. Stiles nodded. "I was going on half remembered rumors. I told him I wasn't sure, and I still wasn't, not until after Peter was back. I looked it up in some of our family's records. Peter had them hidden away."
Stiles leaned up to kiss Derek, but suddenly a pair of infants began squalling in the next room. Stiles adjusted his aim and kissed Derek on the forehead instead.
"Unfortunately, I think that was our cue to get up and get moving. We have a few things we need to deal with today, and I need to make sure Chris came through for us. Otherwise I may need to hire a good lawyer." Stiles joked, pulling Derek upright in the bed.
Derek nodded solemnly and quickly climbed out of the bed to get dressed.
They entered a mad house when they left the bedroom. What looked to be the entire pack was scattered across the living room. Thankfully the wall Gregory had left blood all over was cleaned, but Stiles could smell the bleach and suspected it was harsher on the wolves' noses than the humans.
The room was filled with obviously new baby things, and the packaging from them. Isaac was feeding one of the babies, while flashing his eyes at it, in a weird wolfy game of peek-a-boo, and Lydia was holding the other baby over one shoulder, patting it's back. Jackson was perched beside her watching with a slightly panicked look in his eyes. Stiles wasn't sure he was afraid Lydia would make him hold the baby, or demand one of her own. Either way, Danny appeared to be the calming influence, sitting at Jackson's feet rubbing his leg. Peter and Muriel were sitting on the loveseat quietly talking in the same language from the night before. Scott was standing along one side of the room watching Isaac, as if waiting to fetch whatever he might need for his bundle of baby. Boyd and Erica were huddled close on the couch, eyes roaming from group to group. Both of them avoided looking at Derek, Stiles noticed.
There was a playpen in the corner and a half constructed crib along one wall. There were also piles of toys and stacks of baby clothes for a boy and for a girl, which answered Stiles' curiosity about the gender of the babies, as well as a pair of walkers the babies seemed just old enough for.
Stiles tracked down his phone sitting on the dining room table. There were no missed calls, but the call log showed a call from the Argents before 9 am. Stiles was just about to ask about the call when Peter spoke up.
"Chris said they've cleaned out the station, and there were no unforeseen complications. He also mentioned information about a reward?"
Stiles could only guess about the possible bounty on Gregory's head Chris had started to mention. "We'll see what happens with that. I'm not about to start taking rewards for killing wolves. No matter how big of an asshole they were." He would however accept it and pass it on to Muriel, if there actually was some sort of bounty. She was raising twins, and if she chose to leave the pack, she could use all the help she could get, and if she stayed, well it was never too early to start a college fund for the kids.
"Where's my dad?" Stiles asked.
"He went into the station about an hour ago. He wanted to makes sure there weren't any complications we didn't think about." Peter said.
Stiles nodded, and slipped his hand into Derek's and then turned and pulled Derek after him. "My Jeep is home with a flat, so Derek is going to take me home to change. Bye." He said, tugging Derek along quickly, before anyone could comment.
They made it clear to the garage before Derek said anything. "Why are we going to your place? You could keep borrowing my clothes, I really don't mind. I think I actually like it." He said, leaning in to kiss Stiles neck where the shirt was sliding off one side.
"Oh, I'm sure I can get used to the slightly baggy look, Derek, but you've missed the point... enti-i-irely" He said, drawing out the word as Derek distracted him with his tongue.
"What's that, Stiles?" Derek asked.
"Well, my dad is at work, and the entire pack is in your living room. So, you tell me, whose bedroom seems more useful for celebrating the fact that we survived last night?"
Derek stepped back, eyes wide. Without a word he grabbed Stiles' hand and drug him to the Camaro, a smirk on his face.
They didn't talk much during the ride to Stiles' place, they just shared teasing looks, and once Stiles ran his hand down Derek's arm, in a slow teasing manner. After they nearly wrecked, he decided patience was a virtue, and kept his hands to himself for the rest of the short drive.
He could barely get the key in the lock, and once he did, he nearly took the hall table out as he pulled Derek into the house after him. They once again kissed their way through the house until they made it up to Stiles' room. Stiles shoved Derek back onto the bed before he went diving through drawers for condoms and a tube of KY. He sat them onto the nightstand before he went to work pulling off his own clothes and Derek's. Once they were both naked, he climbed into the bed next to Derek, just far enough apart to not touch each other, and then looked Derek in the eyes.
"I love you, and I want to be with you for the rest of our lives, but we have that time, now. Most of the Alphas are gone, and if they're stupid enough to come back, we will deal with them. So, if you want to wait, to have more time, to be more sure, then it's okay. This should be something you choose, not something you have to do. What do you want, Derek?"
Derek slid a hand up to cup the side of Stiles' face. "I want you, Stiles; I choose you. For now, and for life. Only you."
Stiles dove forward then, kissing Derek with everything in him. Their bodies were sliding against each other and hands roamed; Derek's down Stiles' back and across the top of his ass. Stiles' along Derek's shoulders, and then down thumbing against his nipples until they pebbled up under the attention. Stiles slid down and licked one and then the other.
After nibbling his way back up to Derek's throat, he reached out for the lube off the nightstand. He fought with the relatively simple lid, and then squeezed far to much onto his hand, and down onto Derek's stomach, before sliding down the bed, laughing at his own klutziness. Derek rolled onto his back and pulled up one knee, while Stiles moved into a better position. He darted his head down and licked across the head of Derek's cock, drawing a ragged breath from Derek.
Stiles slid his slicked hand up the crack of Derek's ass before slowly circling his tight hole, one finger slipping back and forth over it before pushing in and pulling out with shallow thrusts. He slowly pushed in deeper and then pulled out to slide his hand through the slick puddle along Derek's abs, and then pushing in two fingers. Stiles nibbled across the bottom of Derek's stomach while his fingers slipped in and out of Derek's ass.
Stiles slid his fingers deeper, stroking and working to relax Derek. He felt the slit inside Derek that marked him as an Omega male. If Derek hadn't been in his fertile state the slit would be undetectable, but with his body producing the right hormones and pheromones, Stiles would most likely find himself sliding in and out of this tight...
Stiles pulled away, struggling to keep himself from coming right then and there. Derek shifted to look at Stiles, worried for a few seconds, before the overwhelming scent of Stiles' arousal hit him, and he smirked. Stiles forced himself to breathe nice and slow. He ran his non slick hand over the head of his cock before taking a condom and slowly rolling it over himself. He crawled up over Derek, licking and nibbling the clear spot where his mark had been, slick hand stroking Derek as he mouthed the spot over and over. When Derek was gasping for breath and just on the verge of orgasm, Stiles stopped moving his hand and bit down, hard. He licked across the bite mark and then rubbed his precum slicked fingers over it, stroking Derek again until he was gasping and cumming between their stomachs. Stiles slowly stroked him, while watching the bite mark heal.
Once the skin was again unmarked, Stiles slid down and planted himself between Derek's legs. He positioned himself against Derek's slicked opening and slowly pushed in, idly drawing his fingers through the cum coating Derek's stomach, before licking his finger clean. Derek's eyes shifted red as he watched that, unable to look away.
"I'm inside you, Derek, just like you're inside me." Stiles ran his hand over the area of his neck and shoulders Derek had marked. "This time, I'm going to stay there." He said, smiling down at Derek, before he leaned over and bit him again, this time just above the knee that Derek had pulled up and around Stiles. Stiles licked across the wound repeatedly, until it healed. Once it was closed up, he started thrusting into Derek. He was sliding Derek slowly up the bed with each thrust. His hand was stroking Derek again, bringing him closer to another orgasm.
Stiles shifted until he was laying over Derek's chest, Derek's cock was trapped between them. Stiles was still pushing in and out in a rolling thrust, as he leaned down and caught hold of Derek's mouth. He slid one hand between them to stroke Derek, while his tongue licked across the hot mouth under him. Stiles kissed him deeply, his other hand sliding up around Derek, holding him in place as Stiles fucked into him, slowly picking up the tempo.
Derek had one hand sliding up and down Stiles' side from the top of his ass to his shoulder, the other hand was sliding and scraping over the shoulder he'd marked before. As everything started moving faster, his nails shifted, longer and as he was pulled closer and closer to the edge he began unconsciously gripping Stiles. His nails slipped into skin, just a little deeper than the usual pinpricks and Stiles froze over him, just for a second; just long enough for Derek to realize and shift back, freezing in place himself, afraid he'd hurt Stiles. Before he could voice an apology, Stiles was kissing him again, fiercely, before he pulled back and began thrusting hard and fast.
Between gasping breaths, Stiles spoke. "I could feel it, what I'm doing to you, how you feel with me inside you. You are amazing, cum for me, Derek, please cum."
"Stiles..." Derek managed to get out, before he was gasping and cumming again.
Stiles was pumping in and out of him hard and fast now, hands leaving quickly healing bruises as he held onto Derek's arm and his side, and then with one final thrust and a ragged breath, came. He froze in place for a moment or two before slumping down against Derek's chest; his breathing slowly coming back to normal as he stretched up to kiss Derek. He rolled off to one side, and carefully slipped the condom off and into the trashcan before grabbing a wash cloth. He wiped both of them off, before tossing the washcloth down towards the bathroom and laying back down. He settled on his side and pulling Derek to face him before burying his face in Derek's neck.
"Love you." Stiles whispered, before they curled up together and dozed off.
The last thing he heard before sleep took over was Derek whispering. "I love you too."
It was dark out when Stiles woke up again. He was curled around Derek, holding him close. He slid towards the edge of the bed and grabbed the tube of lube he'd used earlier. Shifting slightly, he squeezed some onto his fingers and started slowly working himself loose. He was growing hard and his breath was getting faster. His eyes slid closed for a moment or two, only to jerk open when he heard the low groan in front of him.
Derek was watching him, eyes glowing red, in the darkness. He was breathing heavier one hand sliding out slowly to touch Stiles. His shoulder first, and then stroking slowly down his body, until he reached the hard cock waiting for him.
Stiles leaned forward for a kiss, fingers still inside himself. Once he was finished, he slipped the three fingers out and pushed Derek onto his back, before crawling over him, their groins rubbing against one another. He stroked over them both with his slicked fingers before he began a slow rolling of his hips, which had Derek gasping under him. Stiles was kissing and sucking up and down his shoulder and neck, before moving back to his mouth and getting lost in a tangle of tongues and teeth for countless minutes.
Slowly he remembered what he'd wanted to do and pulled himself up the hard body beneath him. He pushed himself up, reaching around to grasp Derek in his hand, before sliding back down and pressing his slick hole to the hard length under him. Derek looked up at him, more than a little stunned, but still reached down to help hold, and position himself. Eyes closed in concentration, Stiles pushed slowly down until Derek was filling him.
Derek wasn't breathing, he wasn't moving, the frantic beating of his heart under Stiles' hand was the only indication he hadn't turned into a super sexy statue. Stiles held perfectly still for a moment or two, and then pulled himself up, just a few inches, and then back down. Derek finally broke his paralysis, groaning and then hands sliding to Stiles' hips to help move him, slowly up and down on the hard shaft inside of him.
Everything was slow and amazing and just perfect, but Stiles wanted more and he could feel Derek straining under him, holding himself back. Stiles licked up to Derek's ear and then bit, hard. "Fuck me, Derek. Please."
Derek jerked his head towards Stiles then, eyes searching his, and suddenly they were moving, rolling, and Stiles was on his back with Derek over him. Stiles pressed up, kissing him hard and fast and dirty, before hissing out "Yes!"
Derek shifted Stiles' legs up; One around his waist, and the other almost, but not quite, over his shoulder, allowing him to press in tight, and pull a gasping moan from Stiles. Once they were both more than satisfied with the new position, he started thrusting hard and fast, a roll to his hips, his mouth licking and nibbling up and down the long stretch of Stiles' throat as he threw his head back, gasping and making the breathiest and sexiest moans, which might have been 'Oh God's and 'Derek's if he was even remotely coherent.
Stiles had his arms around Derek and was holding on for dear life. He was spiraling higher and higher and Derek slammed against something inside him that had him seeing stars, and the wolf was wrapping a hand around Stiles stroking him in time with the thrusts. Stiles wasn't exactly sure he'd survive the rapidly approaching orgasm, but oh ooooh YES! He came mid pant, his body clenching up. After another moment or two, Derek thrust in deep and then froze, red eyes flashing again as he came, deep inside Stiles. After a few beats, he slumped down over Stiles, languidly kissing his way up Stiles neck to his mouth.
After a few minutes of slow deep kisses, Derek rolled to one side, slipping out of Stiles. The smell of himself on, Hell, in Stiles like that had him so satisfied, he couldn't explain it, and then the reality of what that meant jerked him out of the haze. "Stiles, I didn't, we didn't..." He looked helplessly towards the nightstand where a handful of condoms lay, unopened.
"Have you been with anyone, ever?" Stiles asked.
"Kate and I did a little, but not like this and there wasn't ever anyone else." Derek replied, frowning.
"Which was like seven years ago, now. Plus you have a super duper wolfy immune system, right?" When Derek nodded, Stiles went on. "I've never been with anyone except you. I'm not going to be with anyone except you. The only reason I wore one with you, is neither of us is ready for a baby, yet."
"You haven't..." Derek looked at him, eyes wide.
"With the exception of a really bad kiss in Junior High, which I am so not counting, you are my first everything, Derek." Stiles leaned in and kissed him again, slow and sweet.
They stayed wrapped around each other for another few minutes, before cleaning up the bed, showering and changing. Once they were both cleaned and dressed, they locked up headed for the car. Someone, probably his dad, had arranged to fix the flat on the Jeep, and Stiles gave his lady love a pat on the way past her, before slipping into the Camaro.
As they drove, he started texting Scott, finding out if the rest of the pack had eaten, and then what they wanted, before the two of them took a detour to pick up a strange mix of pizza, chicken and Chinese take out. When they arrived there was a small satisfied grin on Peter's face that had nothing to do with the food.