A/N: Sorry for not posting on time, but I hope the nearly 2000 words of smut make up for my failings.

Chapter 7: A Hunter's Harbinger And Make Up Sex

"You know Kate you should really stop abusing the werewolves of the world. One day someone is going to have had enough of it and you're going to get yourself killed." Says a voice from the darkness of the cave behind her.

"Who are you? Come out of the shadows."

"Why would I do that? You hunt your quarry from the shadows why shouldn't I? At least if I do decide to kill you I won't torture you. I am a better person than you in that fact alone."

"So you're a werewolf then? I can handle that I have put down many of you mutts and I don't intend to stop anytime soon."

"Oh Kate, no one said I was a werewolf and trust me there isn't enough silver or wolfs bane in your arsenal to take me down." He says chuckling and Kate spots a purple set of eyes glowing in the corner.

"What are you?" She says mildly horrified, but when she rushes to the corner where she saw the eyes and pulls the area from darkness with her flash light the being is gone; whatever it was.

~~~~ Across town~~~~~ 7 A.M. the next day

Stiles wakes up in their bed wrapped entirely in Derek's embrace. He isn't sure if there is anywhere he isn't currently being touched by his mate. Whenever Derek sleeps with Stiles like this it means two things: first off it means Derek is going to be really grouchy for about an hours and a half if he doesn't get what he wants, second it means that make up sex really is the best sex because these are always the mornings where Derek needs the comfort of his body lately. In the last two weeks either Derek or he sleep in each-others beds and for the last two weeks the three times he has woken to this he has gotten fervent morning pleasures from his mate. Each time it has been increasingly kinkier and/or drawn out.

He thinks it's because Derek is insecure. It's almost as if Derek thinks that if he doesn't touch every catacomb of Stiles' body that Stiles will melt away from him. Stiles preps himself mentally for an almost torturously pleasurable session of sex he will whole heartedly enjoy and licks Derek behind the ear and kisses him awake sucking a minute fast healing hickie into his skin.

"Derek, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I was just worried about you." He states and turns around to face Stiles.

"That's good."

"I love you." Derek says and leans in to kiss him. It is passionate and warm it heats Stiles' face as they move together. Derek presses in further to push Stiles into the bed. He pushes in on Stiles and licks forcefully into his mouth quickly dominating the kiss. He grabs at Stiles back and scratches at it in long, languishing strokes that make Stiles arch into his form. Stiles moans into the kiss taking the slow burn for what it is knowing that there is far more to come. Derek grinds into him and moves his lips down to just beneath Stiles' jaw. He places fervent kisses and sucks harsh bruises into the fair skin of his neck. He moves his arms and rips the singed shirt straight from Stiles body splitting it in parts and pulls back. He moves from the bed and pulls Stiles up with him so that Stiles is wrapping his body around Dereks front as Derek kisses him walking toward some goal of his. He walks to the end of the room and takes ropes out of a bag and carries Stiles over to a set of stronger rafters and pipes.

"Derek, Derek, what are you doing."

"Don't worry Stiles." He says flashing his red eyes. "Just trust me."

"Okay…." He responds his heart pounding with trepidation.

Derek sets him down and in just a few short moments he has set up a sling to place Stiles in.

"C'mon Stiles," He says gruffly whispering into his ear.

Stiles takes Derek's hands and allows himself to be lifted into the rope sling.

"Ya know Derek, I thought you would've been more into the vanilla stuff than you are. Mostly because you're all masculine and brooding and the stark contrast would only make sense."

"Stiles cut it out." He says and walks away to get the lube. Stiles watches him walk away in the form fitting boxer briefs and sighs at the beauty of it. Derek comes back and tears off his pants and roughly yanks off his boxers.

"Hey! Come on. I know you're loaded but I really don't need to go shopping every few weeks."

Derek just grunts in response.

He takes Stiles in hand and pulls him up into a bruising kiss. Derek's now hardening erection rubbing into Stiles' now bare ass.

"mmmm"

Derek man handles him back into the truss of ropes and pulls out a chair. The set of ropes has Stiles hanging at perfect crotch height and he assumed that the prep would most likely be fast with a long, rough fuck that would break his mind, but as always when it comes to Derek's sexual decisions he is dead wrong.

Derek sits in the chair and pulls it into a comfortable zone for what he is about to do. "Derek? What are we going to be doing?"

"Just sit quietly and wait."

Derek sets the lube down and pulls the chair just a slight bit closer. He leans in and licks quickly at Stiles' hole.

"nnghh" Stiles gasps.

Derek goes back in slower this time and laves over his hole repeatedly. Slowly stimulating him and making him writhe at the sensation of it. Derek takes it slow. He lazily drags across his entrance repeatedly and he pulls the moans from Stiles' body. He captivates the entirety of his being with his thoroughness and makes him convulse and wriggle in an unending undulation of passion. He breaches Stiles with his tongue carefully and moves it around. He changes direction often aiming for the maximum friction and resistance by Stiles' body knowing that if he does it, that Stiles will be left speechless. He retracts and pushes repeatedly laving and forcing his tongue deeper into Stiles' chasm.

He pulls back and drags his teeth over the surface of Stiles' butt and earns a loud groan of pleasure in return. He returns to his ministrations and Stiles sets off in a chorus of delight and Derek grows even more wanting in his power.

Time slows as Derek doles out his punishing licks and tongues in and out of Stiles. Derek continues for an endless amount of time savoring the taste of Stiles on his tongue and the scent of him filling his nostrils. Nothing matters to him except for Stiles any more. Stiles is his number one priority and he could spend an eternity doling out his love to him.

He continues and Stiles only gets louder in his responses as the constant stimulation causes his body to become oversensitive. He starts to lose control. Derek pulls away for a moment and sees the beauty that is his to have. He sees the flush in Stiles' face and listens to the dwindling moans he that are slowing now subsiding to harsh breathing that he caused. And smiles to himself before diving back in.

He speeds up and laps faster at Stiles' ass. And Stiles shouts loudly in return. In just a few more minutes Stiles orgasms with a scream of his name and sags into the restrains holding him up.

"Derek…" he sighs out exhausted from what just happened.

"Don't pass out on me Stiles this is nowhere near over."

"I'll try," he says softly.

Derek leans over him and moves his head to Stiles' torso. He takes his mouth and licks and sucks up all of Stiles' cum. Swallows it down with a happy groan and pulls back to sit down in the chair he reaches down and grabs the lube from the floor and spreads some onto his fingers and finally pulls off his underwear. Stiles notes the time on the clock now says eight and his head lolls to the side.

All he can manage is a bewildered half gasp half groan when Derek slides a cock ring set onto his dick and over his balls. He looks up and sees the shiny trio of rings set to pull his balls away from his dick and apply pressure to the base of his shaft.

Derek knows that they've been at this for a long time, but he also knows that while Stiles enjoys rimming that it doesn't do too much to properly prepare for his girth or his length. So he pushes in his fingers slowly and twists and turns the two he begins with as they slide into Stiles.

He moans at the tug of Stiles' welcoming body and pushes in and pulls out dazedly as he gets enveloped in the feeling of the suction around his finger and adds a third and fourth after none too long and is quickly stretching Stiles to perfection. Eventually, he takes out the lube again and spread some more over his other hand and begins to rub at Stiles' once again firm cock.

He relishes at the sounds produced as a response and pulls out two fingers so he can arc his fingers more easily to find Stiles' prostate. He uses the other two to graze at Stiles' hole and push at it just rubbing lightly at the rim to edge him closer to a second orgasm. He also the presses his thumb into the spot below Stiles' balls and rubs into it in synch with his fingering and the motion of his hand on Stiles' cock.

He flits his palm over Stiles slit and rubs the area beneath the head and edge of it. Stiles moans out loudly in warning. Stiles begins to leak more precome as he draws nearer to his second climax.

"Derek…I'm gonna-" he breaks off and Derek slides his mouth over his cock preparing to finish the job. He slides his tongue over the tip and around the shaft as he sucks down on it and Stiles comes again his ejaculate filling Derek's mouth quickly as he gulps down all of it that he can. When Stiles is done the is some dripping out of Derek's mouth and he pulls Derek in for a sloppy kiss and licks what's left of his come from the sides of Derek's mouth and smiles happily into the emptiness above him.

Derek takes this time to slather some lube onto his cock and checks one more time that his mate is prepared. Satisfied he pushes into Stiles' wrecked hole and thrusts in as far as he can go. He moans emphatically and pulls Stiles towards him. He re adjusts the sling so it is hold Stiles in a more upright position and pistons into Stiles.

Then, he runs his hands along his body and rests them on the cleft of Stiles' lower back and uses it to pull Stiles harder against him. He snaps his body harshly into Stiles' and pounds zealously into his mate. He begins to swell at the base of his cock and Stiles groans in protest distantly as he feels Derek's knot begin to stretch him and link them together. With a few final pumps Derek finally topples over the edge and pours his seed into Stiles. Finished he collapses into his mate his knot binding them together as they wait out the aftershocks of the mating. He pants against Stiles and lifts him out of the ropes and carries him back to their bed. He glances at the clock that says nine forty-five and passes out with Stiles laying on top of him.

It's a good thing we don't have anything to do this Saturday. He thinks to himself as he drifts off feeling safe and grounded with himself linked to his mate in this way.