Okay so this will be the last update for two weeks, because I'm going on holiday. I'm supposed to be asleep right now because I'm going to be knackered on the plane, but I don't care because I had to get this up. So, see you all in two weeks and I'll have an update for you then. Enjoy. . .

"You're an idiot," Stiles said, because he had to say it. The words didn't even sound like an insult, but then it was hard to insult someone who was staring at him like he'd finally found the one thing he'd always been looking for. He thought that maybe the way that Derek was looking at him was a lot like the way that Rory would look at Lucy. It was strange, but not unwelcome to have someone looking at him like that.

It was the next day after Derek's scout had returned and the word mate had suddenly felt like it was being branded onto Stiles' skin. It felt like his eyes were finally opening and if he was being honest, he was an idiot too for not seeing it sooner.

The news was that Mason's Pack would attack tomorrow, in the afternoon so that it was close enough to the full moon in a few days that they'd be stronger but not out of control. It was a good plan and Stiles knew it wasn't a ruse because he knew Mason. This was Mason's style.

The rest of that day had been spent wrapped up in Pack, touching and scenting and just living for maybe the last time. They piled into the one large tent as a single knot of limbs, tangled up until it was unclear where one of them ended and another began. It was relaxing to be so wrapped up in the scent of Pack, because even though they were confident about their skills, it didn't mean that they were cocky. They knew there was a chance some of them might not walk away from this, which was exactly why they took those moments to just be a Pack.

"Go to him," Lucy said, turning her face so that she could look at him over the top of Maggie's head. Everyone else was asleep, their heartbeats and breathing echoing around them in the darkness. If he had to guess he'd say that it was probably about three in the morning, but he wasn't sure. "He needs your comfort too."

He chewed his bottom lip, because this was the part he was unsure about. He didn't know how this was supposed to work. He didn't know how he was supposed to feel about lying tangled up amongst a Pack and yet being mated to an Alpha of another. He didn't want to leave, but he didn't see any way that staying would be possible.

"We're never going to leave you behind," Lucy said, like she could hear his thoughts and it was Lucy, so there had always been that chance, "We're a Pack, Stiles, that isn't going to change, we'll make it work."

Her hand reached across Maggie so that her fingers could slide through his, squeezing gently. "Go to him," she said, her thumb rubbing a line across the back of his hand, "We'll never go anywhere without you, we'll work something out."

So he went, dislodging himself with some difficulty from the giant puppy pile that was his sleeping Pack and crept across the maze of limbs towards the house. The wolf who had acted as a scout before was sitting on the porch, keeping an eye out for the other Pack apparently and he stared unwaveringly at Stiles when he padded up the steps. In response, Stiles just smirked, flashing a fang before brushing past and into the house.

It wasn't that he didn't care for Derek's neck Pack members, it was just that he didn't particularly care if they didn't like him.

Isaac met him on the landing, all wide eyes and rumpled curls, his fingers picking at the material of the pyjama bottoms he slept in. He looked nervous, but then that wasn't exactly an uncommon expression to be on Isaac's face.

"He said I had to ask you for permission first," Isaac blurted out before Stiles could even open his mouth, "Lee said it had to be alright with you." And the guy was looking at him through his goddamn lashes, looking so adorable and helpless that Stiles could feel his heart melting. "I want it to be alright with you," he admitted and Stiles just crumpled.

He couldn't help it. He sighed out his breath and reached out to Isaac, pulling them close together and tangling the fingers of one hand in Isaac's curls. "Of course it's alright with me," he said, relieved when he felt Isaac relax against him, "Why wouldn't it be?"

He felt more than saw Isaac's shrug.

Honestly, he was sort of pleased that there was something between Lee and Isaac, because Lee was probably the only person genuinely kind and gentle enough to be able to look after Isaac. Lee had his own past, his own skeletons in his closet and Stiles couldn't help but think that maybe that would cause them to click together somehow.

Lee would hopefully pull Isaac out of his shell a little bit and Isaac would hopefully be able to keep Lee's feet firmly on the ground. Lee had always been a bit of a loose cannon, he was always willing to take the risks and honestly, it was a little bit terrifying sometimes.

"It's fine with me," Stiles said, pulling back and grinning at Isaac, pushing his fingers into the sides of his hair and holding his head in place, forcing him to look at him. The guy really was adorable and if Stiles had ever hated anyone with every single fibre in his body, he hated Isaac's dad. "Just don't let him get away with anything, he's a lazy git."

Isaac beamed and pressed his face into the side of Stiles neck as soon as the grip on his head loosened, promising that he wouldn't. When he backed away into his room with a nervous smile, Stiles had a suspicious feeling that the scraping noise he heard was Isaac's window opening.

He was huffing out a laugh even as he walked the rest of the way to Derek's room. It was weird being in the house that he was used to seeing completely decrepit. He hadn't thought much about it before, but it felt more like a home now that the walls weren't falling apart and the scents of death and smoke didn't hover in the air. With his new – okay not so new anymore – senses, Stiles could only imagine how overwhelming the scent of burnt flesh would have been.

Derek was still asleep, flat on his back with one hand stretched out across the other side of the bed, like he was reaching for something. And really, there was far too much flesh showing for Stiles to be thinking about anything other than sex, to be even thinking straight. It was unfair. Even as a werewolf now Stiles had long since faced the fact that he would never have abs like that. It was disappointing, but still, he'd settle for being able to see Derek's any day.

The Alpha looked strangely innocent when he slept, strange because there was absolutely nothing about Derek Hale that was innocent. His mouth was parted ever so slightly and his breath came out as a low moan that had Stiles grinning. And from there his idea just sort of snowballed.

He pulled his shirt over his head and kicked his jeans off, leaving both in a heap on the floor. He stayed in his boxers, not at all surprised to see the fact that his dick was already tenting them slightly. Werewolves ran hotter than humans did, so Derek slept with nothing more than a thin sheet covering him and Stiles could say he was pleased to discover that Derek slept naked. Or at least had chosen that night to sleep naked.

Maybe it had been pre-emptive.

He slipped in under the sheet and lay in between Derek's legs on his front, more than a little shocked that Derek didn't wake up, but then that did make it all the more fun. Stiles would admit that he had a habit of dancing around subjects and messing about a bit, but when it came to shit that mattered he had no problem in diving right in. Normally that was figuratively, but this time it took on a much more literal meaning.

He buried his nose in the crease between Derek's thigh and his groin, breathing in the pure scent of Derek and smiling at the face that he could smell his own scent clinging to the bed sheets. He scratched his nails lightly down Derek's thighs, feeling the muscles twitch under his touch as he turned his face and nuzzled at Derek's already half-hard cock. Apparently, even when still asleep it wasn't a difficult feat to get Derek hard.

He licked up the length of Derek's shaft, following that thick vein with his tongue and practically humming at the taste that exploded onto his taste buds when he flicked his tongue over the head. He could feel Derek waking up underneath his hands, could hear his heartbeat changing as his breathing shifted, but that didn't mean he stopped. He didn't even look up, he just sucked on the head some more for a second before relaxing the muscles in his throat and taking Derek right down to the base.

Stiles was good at this, he knew he was good at this and it wasn't even boasting if it was a simple fact. He'd had practice, plenty of practice, but he could safely say that there had never been anything more gratifying than feeling the heavy weight of Derek on his tongue, of being able to taste him and smell him. Of having Derek completely dominating his senses, it was perfect.

He swallowed around Derek's cock and then laughed when Derek jumped suddenly, swearing as his fingers grabbed at Stiles' head. His hips thrust up towards Stiles' face uncontrollably, like he was trying to push himself further down Stiles' throat even when there was physically no more for him to swallow. He pulled off, jacking Derek loosely while he looked up at the Alpha through his lashes.

Derek had never looked more beautiful, he could honestly say.

His cheeks were flushed crimson and his eyes were blown wide, his head tipped back as his body arched up off the bed slightly. One of his hands was buried deep in Stiles' hair, gripping the short strands like it was the only thing keeping him attached to their earth. The other had slipped down to cup his jaw, a thumb pressed hard against the underside as his fingers curled around behind his ear.

"You little shit," Derek laughed out breathlessly when he looked down the length of his body and met Stiles' eyes.

Stiles just grinned and tried to pull off his best innocent expression, which admittedly was a little ruined by the fact he had a cock in his mouth again. He slipped his hands behind Derek's ass, urging his hips upwards towards his face and that was really all the encouragement that Derek needed.

He could feel claws scratching his scalp lightly as Derek fucked his mouth, but he didn't care. In fact, he revelled in it, adored that he could make Derek lose control, because that was certainly what he was doing. The growls and moans sounded like they were being torn out of the Alpha, the air sounding like it was being punched from his lungs and Stiles loved it. So he obligingly kept his tongue pressed flat against the underside of Derek's cock and let his throat relax and he could feel when Derek was getting close. He could feel it in the way that Derek's muscles were bunching up and twitching. He could hear it in the way that his moans were becoming lower, more guttural and more desperate. And he could definitely smell it, he felt like he was practically bathing in it, the scent of Derek's arousal and his need grabbing him in a chokehold.

He growled around Derek's cock, knowing that it was the vibrations that sent the older man over the edge, that had him coming down Stiles' throat and gripping his hair tight enough to pull it out. Except, he couldn't focus on anything other than the fact that as he came, Derek gasped out his name, whispered it reverently like it was some sort of prayer.

And Stiles swallowed down everything that Derek had to offer, reaching down and pressing the heel of his hand hard against his own arousal. That was all it took for him to come, just the scent and taste of Derek, the feel of him and the sound of his heavy, almost laboured breaths. It was almost too much and it sent him crashing down over the edge harder than he had ever thought could be possible.

His entire body just went lax as fireworks exploded in his brain, behind his closed eyelids as he pulled off of Derek's cock to press his forehead against the man's thigh, moaning out his own release. Even if he had wanted to, he couldn't have remembered how to fight Derek off when he pulled him up the bed.

His sticky, damp boxers were stripped off of him and he shivered when Derek dragged him close, the heat that rolled off of his body searing through into Stiles' soul. "Knew there was a use for that mouth after all," Derek whispered some time later, his mouth by his ear just long enough to say the words before it was closing over Stiles' own, catching his laugh and twisting it up into a moan almost immediately.

He pressed his fingers against Derek's flesh, pulled them together and held on like Derek was some sort of anchor. And maybe he was. It sure felt like it.

The kiss, just like their movements, was lazy and unrushed. It wasn't a forceful claiming like the rest had all seemed to be, instead it was just simple perfection. It was Derek's hand splayed against the bottom of Stiles' back, holding him close whilst the other stroked gently at his flesh, long fingers drifting down over his neck and shoulder, tracing patterns neither of them could follow.

And they stayed like that for hours, just wrapped up in each other, sharing smiles and kisses and fleeting touches and it was different from the possible goodbye he'd shared with his Pack, because this felt more like a greeting. It felt more like the discovery that it really was and it made Stiles wish that the time they had was endless. It made him wish that they could stay unhurried, that they could have remained right where they were until they deemed it fit to let the rest of the world in.

Which was why he said, "You're an idiot," even as he smiled. Even as he looked down his body at Derek. Derek who had his chin resting on arms folded over Stiles' stomach and Stiles' legs hooked around his back. Derek who was staring up at him with the light shining in his beautiful eyes. Derek who smiled at Stiles like he just couldn't get enough, like he couldn't quite believe that any of this was real.

"I know," he replied without even needing to ask why the hell Stiles thought that, what the hell he was talking about. "I know," he repeated, moving his arms so that he could press a gentle kiss against Stiles' belly button, the action so stupid, so unlike the image of Derek that he had painted in his brain that it had Stiles laughing and arching his back off of the mattress.

He felt carefree for a ridiculous moment, even with the threat of death and war looming down on them. Even with the clock ticking away to what could be the final hour. Lying there, he felt untouchable. He felt on top of the world and completely at home, wrapped up in Derek with his Pack just outside the window and the sound of Isaac's laughter from the other room seeping through the cracks in the floorboards, lighting up every shadow and setting it aflame.

Derek smiled at him even as he rolled his eyes, carefree and indulging. His eyes dropped closed slightly when Stiles pushed his fingers into Derek's hair and then slowly pulled him upwards until Derek was settled above him. Their faces just inches apart and their noses almost touching with Derek's breath ghosting across his face, Stiles just wanted to hit pause on his life and stay right there forever.

"I'm an idiot too though," he admitted in a low voice and Derek would probably never understand how much it took out of him to admit that. He didn't want to think he was in the wrong. He didn't want to think that he had had a hand in his own leaving. He'd wanted to blame everything else, but really he was just as much to blame. He didn't regret it, but at the same time he wished he could have just slapped some sense into the teenage him and made it so that they could have had this for years and not just hours.

Derek smiled and kissed him gently, like it was the last and the first time all wrapped up into one, like it was the only thing he could ever imagine wanting to do with his time, like Stiles was perfect. "Well come on, we already knew that," Derek said, his expression devilish when he jerked back laughing as Stiles swatted at him.

And so what if they had a war coming up. So what if in a few hours they'd be sliding through a massacre, painted in blood and snarling with every ounce of viciousness and desperation they could drag up from their souls. So what if soon the lips that were gently kissing flesh would be drawing back over fangs that tore through into bone. So what if this was the only and the last time they got to do this.

Stiles had been waiting far too long for the moment when Derek Hale would finally look down at him with a smile in his eyes, bloodshed and pain could be pushed aside for just a little bit. Everything could be pushed aside for just a little bit in favour of tasting the sheen of sweat on Derek's skin and in favour of slowly dragging another orgasm out of the Alpha with the light tug of his fingers.

Everything else could wait, because they had catching up to do.