A/N: Once again, thank you dragonryder94 for being my beta. This is it! Last chapter. Hope you all enjoy! :] By the way, there's a link on my profile to my writing blog, and I posted about Stiles' gun tattoos. :)

Derek headed toward his bus, but realizing how close it was parked to the band bus, he thought better of it. He made his way over to the equipment truck where Alcide was smoking a cigarette.

"Hey man."

"Hey."

"You look like you just got mind-fucked." Alcide said as he held out a spare cigarette. Derek took it without thinking. Alcide flipped his lighter for Derek, and he lit the cigarette, taking a big drag.

"I don't even know what just happened."

Alcide let out a loud laugh before slapping Derek's arm and walking toward his van. Derek followed, and when Alcide handed him a can of beer from a cooler in the back, he took it. "What happened?"

Derek sighed and sank to the ground, his back against the front tire as he opened the beer. "Scott and Stiles came to tell me and Erica that they're going on tour to Europe in the fall. They were all excited, and when Stiles asked why I wasn't excited too, I just said I wasn't permanent crew."

"Aw, shit, man." Alcide sank down right next to him, tapping his own beer against Derek's.

"Then it all kind of just went to hell. Erica yelled at me while Scott just stared. Jesus, but Stiles' face went completely blank and he walked away before I could say anything." He took one more drag from the cigarette before snubbing it out on the asphalt.

Alcide let out a loud breath. "Do you blame him? You pretty much just said you didn't plan on sticking around."

"But I never said I would. I was hired to replace someone for the remainder of the tour. No plans beyond tomorrow were ever made."

Alcide turned to look at him. "You and Stiles, though. How's that going?"

Surprised by the turn in conversation, Derek paused. "Um, fine?"

"Just fine?"

"No, actually it's great. He's great. He makes me laugh and he's an incredible kisser and he snores a little at night," Derek's lip quirked up in a smile, "it's so damn annoying that it's cute, you know?"

Alcide just smiled. "Yeah. I do know. But do you?"

"What?"

"Derek. You really like him."

"Yeah. I just said that?" Derek's face scrunched up, confused.

"I know, but you really like him."

Oh. "Oh." Oh.

Oh shit. Derek was in love with Stiles.

The realization made him groan. "I am an idiot."

Alcide laughed, clapping Derek on the shoulder. "Better men have failed to admit that in time and lost someone they genuinely cared about."

The admission made Derek look at Alcide… like, really look at him. "You?" Alcide nodded.

"I like you Derek, you're a decent guy and you work hard. I don't want to see you lose your boy."

"I'm not going to." Derek set down the beer before getting up. "Thanks for this, Alcide. One day, I'll find a way to thank you properly. I need to go."

Derek all but ran as Alcide laughed and yelled "Go get him!"

The show was louder than he remembered when he returned to the venue toward the end of the Chasms & Crevices set. Derek was nervous, standing in the back of the wings watching Stiles. He was performing without a shirt and he looked angrier than Derek had ever seen him onstage.

An arm came out of nowhere and pulled him away from the wings. "You retard. If he sees you, he's going to blow up."

Derek turned to see Erica's short red nails digging into his shoulder. "Erica, I need to fix this."

"No shit, Sherlock. I can't believe you-"

"I was wrong earlier," Derek interrupted her, surprising her into speechlessness. When she didn't say anything, Derek continued. "I want to be here, I want to be around everyone constantly. More importantly, I want to be with Stiles."

Erica's face relaxed a little at the admission. "Well, you backed yourself into a tight corner, Derek."

"I know. And I'm going to fix it, I promise. Will you help me?"

Erica hesitated, mulling over his words and eyeing him for a short while. "Maybe."

"Erica. I love him. I can't lose him." When he admitted it, Erica's face brightened and she grabbed him to pull him into a hug. He wrapped his own arms around her and squeezed. She pulled back and grinned at him.

"I hope you bought a bottle of wine for this." She told him. "And you are going to owe me. Big time, buddy." She pointed her finger at him menacingly before darting off.

The show ended forty minutes later, and Derek was waiting when Stiles trudged off the stage. He slid up to where Stiles was dousing an almost-empty bottle of water on his head.

"Hi."

Stiles froze, water cascading down his face. He squinted one eye open, cursing silently. "Derek."

"Look, I want to apologize about earlier. I was an idiot. I didn't realize how you'd interpret it, and I assure you, that was never my intention."

"It's fine, Derek," Stiles rubbed a small towel over his head and chest, not making eye contact. "I understand."

"You understand? No, I- fuck. Can we just talk about this somewhere?" Derek glanced around, avoiding the glare from Scott's direction.

"Sure. Whatever."

Derek grabbed his hand and led him out the door, through the parking lot full of their buses, and toward the small field of grass behind the venue.

"Why are we out here? It's creepy. Are you going to kil-" The words died in his throat when he saw what was in the middle of the grass. Derek had filled an inflatable pool with pillows and blankets, and there was a wine bucket sitting next to the picnic basket at the base. Stiles turned to Derek, his eyes searching Derek's. "What is this?"

"It's a date." Derek dragged him closer to the pool. "Come on."

"A date? I thought we were going to talk about you being an asshole?" The curiosity in his eyes betrayed the anger in his voice.

"We will." Derek stopped them in front of the pool before leaning down to untie his boots. "Take off your shoes."

Automatically, Stiles slipped out of his worn sneakers and stripped off his socks. Derek climbed into the pool first, sitting cross-legged before patting the spot next to him. Too curious to say no, Stiles obliged. "So, what is this?"

"First, it's an apology." Derek leaned over to grab the wine and two cups from the basket. He held them up. "I couldn't find real wine glasses."

"No matter." Stiles replied. Derek pulled off the stopper from the bottle he'd opened earlier, pouring Stiles a glass of the Chardonnay and handing it to him. "Thank you."

Derek poured one for himself and placed the wine back in the bucket. He shifted to lean against the mound of pillows behind him and grabbed at Stiles. Stiles nudged closer, leaning into the soft pillows, but refusing to touch Derek. "I can't even begin to tell you how stupid I am." Stiles snorted into his wine but didn't say anything. "I didn't even think about the possibility that you'd want me to stay on past this tour."

Stiles whipped his head over to Derek. "Why the hell not?"

"I don't know. I'm really bad at figuring things out, I think. I always kind of have been." Derek made a face as if remembering his past and Stiles just snorted again. "Anyway, I've thought about it, and I really want to be there, on tour or wherever you're going to be. I don't want to be away from you."

Stiles looked back at him, studying his face. "Do you mean that?"

"I don't make a habit of saying things I don't mean."

They sat in the silence a few moments. Stiles shifted closer to entwine his free hand with Derek's. "Okay."

Derek took a big sip from his wine. "I want to show you something." He set his wine down out of the pool and shifted forward, pulling his hand from Stiles' to wrap around his torso and lift up his shirt.

Stiles leaned forward, hands playing at the skin of Derek's back. "Derek," his hand touched the bandage, toying with the edge, "is this a tattoo?"

Derek nodded. "Look at it."

Stiles peeled up the edge of the bandage to reveal the fresh tattoo. "It's a triskelion."

"I wanted something that would remind me of this tour forever. There's a lot of meaning behind it."

Stiles let out a shaky breath and traced a finger around the reddened skin, not touching the inked areas. "What meaning?"

Derek turned, grabbing Stiles' hand. "The three things I love in my life- my family, my friends back home, and you."

Stiles' breathing stopped. He stared at Derek. "Me?"

"Stiles, I love you."

"Jesus, Derek, you can't just- mmmph." Derek cut him off with a searing kiss, going for broke. He considered it a win once Stiles slid a hand up into the hair above his ear and tugged, pulling him closer and deeper. Derek let out a noise of pleasure before releasing Stiles' mouth.

Stiles blinked, and Derek ran his thumb over Stiles' plump bottom lip. "I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you, Stiles. This last month with you has been the best of my life, and I don't want it to end…ever."

"Derek, shit- I mean, I've been pretty happy lately thanks to you, so- you love me?" Stiles squeaked in disbelief. Derek nodded, leaning forward for another kiss.

"I do. I've never had feelings like this for anyone, not even my ex-fiancé."

Stiles pushed a hand to Derek's chest suddenly, balking at him. "Your what?"

"I was engaged to my high-school sweetheart, Kate. Actually, she's Allison's aunt."

"And you didn't think this was information I should be privy to?"

Derek fixed a stern look at him. "Do I know your entire romantic history?"

"No, but that's different. I was never that close to lifetime commitment, with 2.5 kids and a white picket fence."

"I didn't love her, Stiles. I never did. We were engaged because it was expected of us. She was just as unhappy as I was, and when we broke it off, she ran away to some other country. Stiles, it's not important. The point of this is that I've never been so drawn to someone before. I don't care if it's stupid or too fast, I know what I feel, and I'll do anything to make this work."

Stiles said nothing, his fingers toying with the skin of Derek's naked chest. Derek waited, letting Stiles process everything. Stiles' hand trailed toward his shoulder, down his arm, and to his hand, where it twisted into his fingers. "That's big, Derek. I've never- I don't know, shit." He ran his free hand over his buzzed hair. "I can't say it yet. I can't tell you that and know if I mean it yet, because I didn't think I'd be allowed to keep you, so I didn't let myself hope-"

Derek cut him off with three fingers to his lips. "Shh. It's okay. I understand. I just want you to know I'm not giving up on it."

Stiles nodded, and Derek pulled him forward, into his lap. He took Stiles' abandoned cup and threw it to the ground outside of the pool. Derek pulled them back to lie against the pillows, their heads and feet touching the ends of the inflatable pool. Stiles tilted his head up to kiss Derek slowly, sensually, his hand rested against Derek's throat. Derek groaned and shifted, pulling Stiles on top of him, hands over the low-slung waist of his jeans.

Stiles rolled his hips in a small motion against Derek, grinning when Derek broke the kiss with a gasp. His bottom lip caught between his teeth when Stiles did it again, his head dipping down to place open-mouthed kisses on Derek's collarbone.

"Stiles," Derek choked out after an experimental thrust. Stiles' mumbled response was lost against the column of Derek's throat, teeth scraping lightly over the Adam's apple there.

"God, Derek."

Derek's fingers tightened on Stiles' hips. He pushed Stiles away by a fraction of an inch. "I, um. Erica got us a room, uh, at a hotel. So we could have some privacy."

This information went straight to Stiles' dick, which hardened against Derek's thigh instantaneously as Stiles groaned and dropped his head to Derek's chest. "Really?" His voice was low, gravelly with lust. When he lifted his head to look at Derek, his eyes were bright and focused. "Where?"

"A few miles away. She called a cab for us." Derek managed to get out, his throat tight with anticipation.

"That was awfully nice of her." Stiles shifted, climbing out of the pool and dragging Derek after him. Derek laughed, tripping over their shoes.

"What about the food? Our shoes? We're both still shirtless."

"Fuck it. Tell Erica to take care of it." Stiles rasped out as he pulled Derek toward the entrance of the parking lot. There was a sharp, high-pitched cackle behind them.

"Will do!" Erica yelled, but neither Derek nor Stiles paid any attention. Stiles reached the cab first, practically ripping open the door and shoving Derek toward it. He slid in and Stiles followed, slamming the door.

"Do you know where to go?" He asked the cab driver, who nodded. "Good. Go."

Derek doesn't remember the drive; Stiles climbed on top of him and kissed him hard, his dick pressing into Derek's stomach through his jeans. Derek gripped Stiles' ass, drawing him closer as Stiles' tongue invaded his mouth, teeth grazing Derek's tongue and lips. Stiles had his hands framed around Derek's face and used them to tilt Derek's head to further assault the inside of his mouth.

When the cabbie stopped in front of the hotel, he cleared his throat and Stiles pulled away. He pulled out his wallet, blindly shoving a twenty at the man before scrambling out of the car with Derek.

"We don't have shoes." Derek said. Stiles looked at the building behind them.

"Good thing we won't have to go through a lobby."

Derek pulled out the plastic keycard Erica had given him earlier, noting the room number scrawled onto it in Sharpie. He looked up at the doors of the rooms, scanning for 113. "Here, we're the third one down."

They tumbled into the room in a flurry of arms and stripped belts, mouths never disengaging from one another. Derek pushed Stiles down on the bed and leaned forward to make quick work of his jeans. Stiles helped him, shoving the material away once Derek had the zipper down. Derek watched as the material exposed the remaining three inches of each revolver barrel tattooed on Stiles' hips. He traced his fingers over them briefly before Stiles' dick popped into view and captured his attention.

"Fuck, Stiles." His hand was wrapped around the flushed base a second later, and Stiles dropped back to the bed with a moan, jeans forgotten at his knees.

"Derek."

Derek pumped his hand slowly, marveling at the sight of Stiles laid out in front of him. His thumb brushed over the slit at the top, spreading the small drop of moisture collected there. Curious, he dipped his head forward to taste it. Stiles' hips bucked toward him when his tongue flattened across the head of Stiles' cock.

"Shit, you can't just- have you ever..." His words trailed off into a gasp when Derek's mouth closed around him, enveloping him in tight, wet heat. "Oh my God."

Derek continued to pump his hand, his mouth sliding down to meet it halfway down Stiles' length. He couldn't help the small noise that escaped him, and Stiles jolted underneath him. Derek looked up to see Stiles staring heavily at him, watching Derek's every move. He swirled his tongue over the soft skin of Stiles' head, watching Stiles' eyes roll slightly. Before he could move any further, Stiles was sitting up and pulling him up by his hair.

"Where the fuck- you've got a filthy fucking mouth on you." He gasped into Derek's mouth, capturing it in a possessive kiss, his hand reaching for the button of Derek's jeans. "Why do you still have clothes on? That's a sin. Get these off."

Derek stood, helping Stiles shimmy his jeans off and pulling Stiles' jeans the rest of the way off. Stiles leaned in, his tongue curling around the head of Derek's cock while his hands gripped Derek's thighs. Derek's fingers flew to Stiles' shoulders and tightened, straining against the urge to rock forward, deeper into Stiles' mouth. He could feel the warm metal ball of Stiles' tongue ring press into the underside of his cock and he groaned. "God, so good."

"Do we have any lube?" Stiles asked, pulling away from Derek's dick. Derek nodded, motioning to the white plastic bag on the nightstand. When Stiles looked back at him, there was a wicked grin on his face. "Erica again?"

Derek just laughed, pushing Stiles back into the bed to climb on top of him. Stiles' hands gripped his hips and jerked up, his dick brushing against Derek's ass. Derek gasped into Stiles' mouth, his eyes fluttering closed briefly. "I want..." He gasped out when Stiles did it again.

"What do you want, Derek?" Stiles rasped, his teeth sinking into Derek's shoulder, drawing out a low moan from Derek.

"I want," another gasp, Derek panting into Stiles' neck, "I want you...to fuck me."

Stiles paused, and for a second, Derek panicked. Did he go too far? He didn't know how this usually worked, or if Stiles would even want to. But then Stiles' dick twitched against his cheeks and Stiles bit his shoulder hard enough to make Derek's body jerk. "Jesusssss, Derek."

Stiles used Derek's surprise to throw himself forward, flipping them over. Derek's legs wrapped around Stiles' waist instinctually and Stiles ground his hips into Derek's, their dicks brushing against each other from the shift in position. Derek's breath hitched again, and he closed his eyes in pleasure.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to do something you don't want to. I know this is your first time... it might be easier for you to fuck me first." Stiles told him, his lips moving against the skin of Derek's chest, trailing hot kisses over each pectoral muscle and back again. Derek shook his head.

"I don't care. I want you. I want to be with you." Derek said between panting breaths.

"Fuuuck. Okay, but eventually, you're going to fuck me, because you've got the biggest dick I've ever seen, and I need to have that inside of me before I die. Seriously. It's on my bucket list."

Derek choked out a laugh but it died in his throat when Stiles dropped and swallowed his dick the next second. "Oh, shit. Stiles."

Stiles bobbed his head, taking Derek all the way to the back of his throat, and Derek came so hard that his vision went white when Stiles' lips touched the skin at the base of his cock. Stiles released him with a pop of his lips, grinning on his way back to Derek's face. "That was easier than I thought it'd be."

Derek grabbed his face for a bruising kiss. "It's been a long time, and I've never been with anyone who can do what you just did."

"Oh, trust me, I'm not complaining. I'm going to make it my life mission to make you see stars every time I get my mouth on you."

Derek groaned into Stiles' mouth. "Fuck. You can't just say things like that, Stiles."

"Oh, but I can. You're mine, Derek." Derek's heart thumped loudly in his chest at the claim. As if to emphasize his point, Stiles leaned down to pull one of Derek's nipples into his mouth.

Derek watched him lean over toward the nightstand without stopping his ministrations on Derek's now-sensitive nipple, pulling the bag onto the bed next to Derek's head. Derek writhed in pleasure as Stiles pulled out the bottle of lube and a box of condoms. He opened the box, ripping one packet from the strip of twelve and threw the box back into the bag then onto the nightstand. Stiles pulled his head away from Derek's chest. He discarded the plastic wrapped around the cap of the lube and opened it.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked once more, pouring a few drops of the lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together.

"Yes, stop asking me that. What are you doing?"

"Warming it. If it's cold against your skin, it'll take longer to relax you."

Derek nodded, biting his lip when Stiles shifted to straddle Derek's right thigh, Stiles' hand trailing down over his sensitive dick, down his balls, and between his cheeks. He twitched when he felt the warm fingers press against him, circling the soft skin around his entrance. His eyes fluttered closed, willing his body to relax and turn itself over to Stiles' control.

Stiles started slowly, slipping one finger in after a few minutes, kissing his way across Derek's torso to distract him. He kept his finger moving at a slow pace, slick enough to slide easily in and out of Derek. He pressed in a second, shifting his hand and angling his fingers up toward him, searching for Derek's prostate. He found it with the addition of the third finger, causing Derek's brow to furrow and his mouth to drop open in pleasure. Derek whimpered, biting down on the side of his lip, shifting his hips down slightly onto Stiles' hand.

"You're ready. I'm not thick enough to need a fourth." Stiles murmured against his neck. Derek nodded, and Stiles slowed down his movements, withdrawing slowly. Derek couldn't help but harrumph at the loss of touch, and Stiles kissed him with a satisfied peck. "Hold on, baby, let me get the condom on."

Stiles shifted, straightening to tear open the condom packet. He rolled it down his dick as Derek watched, reaching out to graze the tattoos when Stiles reached the base. "What are these for?"

The question startled Stiles, who glanced down at his hips. "Um. They're for my dad. It was his first service revolver. He still keeps a few in the house, they're his favorite." He replied with a smile. Derek's fingers ran up the barrel, tracing the natural contours that connected Stiles' pelvic muscles with his abs.

"They're my favorite tattoo of yours."

His admission made Stiles' dick twitch, and Stiles settled himself between Derek's thighs one more time. He gripped Derek's legs when they wrapped around his waist, and Derek watched the gun barrels disappear into his thighs. "I'll be gentle, I promise." Stiles whispered, kissing Derek's jaw where it met his ear.

"I know."

Then Stiles was pushing into him, a hot pressure against his still-lubricated walls. His chest hitched, gasping as Stiles sank in further. Finally, Stiles was fully seated inside him and Derek twitched, discomfort kicking in.

"Shh. Shhh. It's okay, just relax. Derek, relax." Stiles cooed in his ear, carding his fingers through Derek's thick hair and placing soft kisses across Derek's face. Derek forced himself to calm down, taking three deep breaths. When the discomfort subsided, the tension in his body vanished and he wrapped his arms around Stiles' back.

"I'm okay. I'm good." He kissed Stiles, giving him permission to move.

Stiles started with a gentle rock of his hips, barely enough to count. When he heard Derek's breathing get louder, he pulled back, using his arms to support himself and provide better leverage as he thrust into Derek a little more forcibly.

"Fuck." Derek hissed, bucking his hips to meet Stiles'. Stiles ground into him, fingers digging into the thighs wrapped around his waist. He pushed back onto his knees, changing the angle to pound into Derek harder. Derek jerked up when Stiles hit his prostrate again.

"Shit, Derek. You're fucking incredible." He grunted out as Derek looked down, watching as every thrust brought Stiles' revolvers to the base of his own hardening dick. Broken sounds of pleasure spilled from his mouth, his eyes transfixed on the movement of Stiles' hips. He grabbed his cock, tugging at it. The motion captured Stiles' attention, who groaned and swore. "You look so damn perfect right now, laid out in front of me, jacking your own dick. Fuck, Derek, I'm not going to last."

Derek jerked his hips toward him when Stiles' hips stuttered, the steady rhythm he'd been fucking into Derek with becoming erratic and shallow. With one last powerful thrust, Stiles threw his head back and came, a low throaty moan escaping his open mouth, eyes squeezed tight when he collapsed on top of Derek.

Derek kissed Stiles' temple, and Stiles turned his head to capture the kiss with his lips.

"Hi." Derek whispered.

Stiles' mouth turned up in a small smile. "Hey." He grunted. Derek's dick twitched between them at the sound, and Stiles raised up onto his arms. "Oh shit. You're still hard."

"That's okay."

Stiles slid out of him, and Derek absolutely did not whimper at the emptiness. Stiles grinned before ducking down and capturing Derek in his mouth again. Derek didn't even restrain it this time. He bucked up into Stiles' mouth, earning him a slow moan that vibrated Stiles' throat. He came harder than he had before, gasping out Stiles' name when the force of his orgasm caused his shoulders to lurch forward toward Stiles. He dropped back to the bed while Stiles' tongue cleaned any trace of come from his dick before getting up to discard the condom.

"Jesus." Derek threw a hand over his eyes, bouncing when Stiles threw himself onto the bed next to him. He shifted, pulling Stiles closer and draping his leg over Stiles' waist. "Is it always like that?"

Stiles laughed. "No, not always. Usually I last a lot longer."

Derek groaned, pressing his face into Stiles' neck. "You're going to kill me one day. Death by sex. That will look so classy in the Hale family mausoleum."

Stiles barked out a laugh before drawing Derek's face up by his chin. "At least you'll die happy."

"Derek!"

Derek turned, seeing his sister running toward him. "Lainey!" She jumped into his arms for a tight hug. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

He set her down and looked her over. It was the last day of the tour; they had arrived in Los Angeles that morning. "Derek, it's been like four months. You were away longer at school." Lainey rolled her eyes. Derek ruffled her hair.

"Where are your friends?"

"They're already waiting in front of the stage. Stacy has this huge crush on the guitarist for the opening band."

"Jeff? From Satellite Visions? He's a pretty cool dude."

Lainey gaped at him. Shaking her head, she spoke. "Who are you, and what have you done with my big brother Derek? You're not a stuffy lawyer asshole anymore."

Derek grinned at her. "A lot has changed, baby girl." He glanced over at the band's greenroom unconsciously.

She glared at him. "I retract my previous statement. You're still an asshole. I can't believe you and Stiles. It's not fair!"

Derek just laughed and hugged her when she pouted. "I would say I'm sorry, but mom always told us not to lie."

Lainey brushed off his arms. "Yeah, yeah. Laura, Dec, Dev, and Rose are out front. Are you free to watch the show in the crowd with us?"

"I get to watch from the side of the stage; why would I want to stand in a throng of sweaty teenagers?"

Lainey shoved Derek's face. "Jerk. You're missing out on the whole concert experience. Laura's bringing her good camera to get pictures. They'll come out better from the front row."

"What. Ever." Derek caught her head under his arm, laughing when she struggled. She slapped his back and ducked out, flipping him off as she skipped back toward the exit. Arms wrapped around his waist and Derek turned his head to see Stiles rest his head on Derek's shoulder.

"That must be your sister."

Derek nodded. "Lainey."

"Ahh, the birthday girl. Do all you Hales look so freakishly similar?"

"So we've been told. You better not leave me for Declan; he's the little heartbreaker of the family."

Stiles chuckled, pressing his mouth into Derek's shirt. "I'll be sure to keep an eye out." Stiles left to warm up with the band and Derek hauled the last few equipment cabinets under the stage. His phone buzzed in his pocket just as he finished his duties for the time being.

We're coming backstage, meet us? ~L

Derek made his way toward the doors that led to the front of the venue, typing out a quick reply to Laura. A few moments later, the doors opened and his other siblings tumbled through them. Laura squealed when she saw Derek, and he ran over to scoop her up in a sweeping hug. "Lulu! I've missed you."

"Oh my God, Derek! Look at you, you're smiling!" She squeezed him, her arms wrapped around his neck. Derek grinned wider. She let him go and Derek moved toward his brothers.

"Dec, what the hell are you doing with your hair?"

Declan smiled, wide and bright. "Growing it out. The girls love it." He replied with a wag of his eyebrows. Derek clasped his hand as Laura snorted behind him.

"Rosie! Oh God, look at you! You're glowing with this pregnancy." Derek said as he wrapped his petite sister-in-law in a big hug.

"Thanks, Der. It's so nice to see you again."

Derek nodded, kissing her hand before moving over to his big brother. "Devin."

Devin gripped his brother tightly and lifted him a little- he was the only Hale taller than Derek and loved to rub it in Derek's face. "Derek. Been hearing a lot of things lately."

"Yeah, things are…different."

"Are you happy?"

Derek punched his brother's shoulder. "More so than ever."

"Good. That's all that matters." Devin's face finally broke out into a smile.

Lydia definitely knew how to deliver. The club was decorated with silver and purple tinsel streamers, a giant "Happy 21st Birthday Lainey!" banner stretched over the main bar. A four tiered polka-dot cake was perched on the stage next to the VIP section where the Hales had a long table. The band sat at one end of it, finishing up their dinner while Lainey and her friends crowded the dance floor, swaying to the records the DJ spun.

Lainey had cried when they walked her in and three hundred of her friends had yelled 'surprise!' from the dim club. She jumped onto Derek, squeezing him tight and telling him over and over how much she loved him, thank you, oh god this is the best present ever, I totally forgive you for stealing Stiles.

Seeing her laughing, throwing her hands up as she danced in a circle with her friends, her birthday tiara glinting in the strobe light- it made Derek's whole life.

"Where'd you go?" Stiles leaned in, whispering in his ear as he threaded his hand into Derek's.

"Just thinking how great this all is, seeing Lainey so happy."

Stiles just smiled, bringing their joined hands to his lips to kiss Derek's knuckles. "You're a great brother." Derek shook his head and leaned over to kiss Stiles.

"I'm going to go buy my baby sister a drink, then cry about it."

Stiles barked out a laugh, but let him go. He watched Derek walk down the short stairs down to the main floor, weaving through his sister's friends to approach the bar.

"He's lucky to have you." Laura's voice startled him as she shifted over into Derek's seat. Stiles just smiled and kept his eyes on Derek.

"I think it's the other way around."

Laura pursed her lips to hide a smile. "He's never been this happy before, even when he got accepted into law school, which had always been his childhood dream."

Stiles felt a little guilty. "I don't want him to give up his career for me."

Laura scoffed, her hand resting on Stiles' knee and causing him to glance at her. "Stiles, Derek would rather be with you wherever you go than be stuck in an office without you." Stiles ducked his head to hide the flush of his cheeks. "Besides, he can always go back to his law career."

"Maybe once we're not touring, he can settle down somewhere and open his own firm."

Laura had a glint in her eyes that Stiles couldn't place. "You two should talk about it one day. I'm sure he'd be willing to relocate if it meant being with you."

Stiles' eyes widened. "You mean, like long-term?"

"Stiles. Are you stupid? Derek's not going to let you go."

Stiles looked back to where Derek was paying for drinks at the bar, watched as Derek weaved over to Lainey and handed her one of the drinks. He smiled when Lainey threw her arm around Derek and took the drink. When he looked back at Laura, she was smiling. "I'm not going to let him go, either."

Satisfied, Laura sat back. "Good. He deserves to be loved like that, the way you love him."

Stiles tilted his head. "I'm sorry?"

Laura just smiled again, taking a sip of her wine. "Oh, Stiles. Have you told my brother you're in love with him yet?" She laughed as Stiles scrambled up suddenly, running toward the dance floor where Derek moved to the music.

Six months later, Derek was curled over Stiles, hands on his hips as he drilled into him from behind in their hotel room in Rome.

"Jesus, fuck, Derek." Stiles whimpered into the pillow under his face. Derek's grip tightened, fingers digging in to the handles of Stiles' revolvers. Stiles reached back to wrap his arm around Derek's left wrist, fingertips brushing the inch-long bullet tattooed on the soft skin there. Derek's hips stuttered, and Stiles pushed up onto his elbows.

"Stiles, shit." Derek's forehead dropped down between Stiles' shoulder blades, teeth sinking into the Celtic-stylized triskelion there, a smaller version of his own. "I'm so close."

Stiles rocked his hips back to meet Derek's, and then Derek was coming, hips frozen against Stiles' ass, groaning when Stiles circled his hips torturously.

"God, I love the way you feel inside me." Stiles rocked back once more, Derek hissing as he pulled out. Stiles whined at the loss. "Rude."

Derek kissed his shoulder. "I love you."

"Yeah, yeah." Stiles rolled his eyes, but shifted his body to pull Derek down to his chest. "Love you more." He murmured against Derek's lips, biting the flesh as it curled into a smile.

"That's not possible." Derek said, bringing his hand up to push Stiles' arms over his head.

"Oh, but it is, you beautiful bastard." There was a teasing look in his eyes, and Derek growled low in his throat and dug his fingers into Stiles' ribs, causing laughter to bubble out of Stiles. Stiles shoved at him while gasping for air between laughs, Derek's own face twisted into a grin. "Mercy! Mercy!"

Derek relented and Stiles grabbed his hands. He brought Derek's fingers to his mouth while Derek rested his head on Stiles' chest, eyes fluttering closed when he felt Stiles' lips press against the bullet tattooed on his wrist. "Love you most." He mumbled before slipping into sleep, completely missing the way Stiles' mouth turned upward and stayed that way until he too fell asleep.