It was morning, or so he thinks. The room is pitch black on account of the shades, light is creeping in around their edges though. Frightening.
"s' der, what's fer breakfast?" he mumble out, reaching around behind himself for the alpha furnace. Except, there is no alpha, no siree there is not.
Stiles is about as graceful getting bed as can be. That is to say he only knocks half of the items occupying the nightstand to the ground. It isn't until he fully stands up that he realizes how sore his ass is.
"Derek, where ever you are, you broke my ass, you owe me a new one." he calls out.
Of course Derek choses this moment to stumble through the door of the bedroom, letting in more then enough hall light. The sight before him snaps Stiles fully awake. There's Derek, in all his morning glory, standing in the door frame of the room. He is wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers and a wife beater. His hair is the epitome of sex head. If anyone asked, he had morning wood long before Derek entered the room.
"Good morning sunshine" the alpha chuckled. And look, wolfs got jokes.
"Do not good morning me" Stile started in on him "If I had known that I would wake up feeling like I had run a triathlon, with a stick in my ass, I would have never-"
"Have had sex with me?" Derek cuts in, raising an eyebrow at Stiles. God, those eyebrows, Russia probably already had plans on turning them into a doomsday weapon.
"Well.." he thought back to the previous nights events "you know what, never mind. Worth it. " he said, collapsing back into the bed.
Derek chuckled walking over to where Stiles now lay splayed out on the bed.
"That's what I thought. Now, we have some cleaning up to do if you don't mind joining the rest of us downstairs. Peter is making French toast" he said smirking before heading back out the door and down the stairs.
That had Stiles jumping out of the bed having found is second wind..er ass. Peter was many things, crazy, psychotic, pedophilic, twisted and undead, but he was also a gourmet chef. His French toast was the stuff of gods. Totally worth a little butt hurt.
First he had to find some clothes. He found one of Derek's black V-necks in his closet and a pair of - 'ohm god Derek owns pink briefs!?' in his dresser. Pulling them on he headed out the door and into whatever mess awaited him.
As it turns out, "mess" was to be a understatement of understatements. What he walked into was WWIII meets Superbad. There were cups everywhere, streamers, the occasional article of clothing and glitter. There was glitter EVERYWHERE. How even? Never mind, not important.
He made his way down the stairs and towards the main hallway where he found Erica and Isaac scrubbing a suspicious pink stain off the wall. They both turned their attention towards him. Isaac though, was avoiding eye contact. Erica was just grinning sheepishly.
"On hell of a party, right?" he tried.
"I'll say, I didn't even know I could still get drunk and Isaac here, well yeah. One hell of a party." Erica seemed to be in a chipper mood. Guess werewolves didn't get hangovers, damn wolfy metabolisms. Isaac only blushed and tried to shrink himself more.
"Oh relax Isaac, I think Derek was the only one shocked by what was seen last night, and that was because he was expecting you to top" Stiles huffed out. Last thing they needed was Isaac feeling unloved. No one wants a dejected Isaac, NO ONE. His puppy eyes are the only thing more lethal then Derek's glares.
The boy seemed to brighten up at that and went back to diligently scrubbing at the wall. Stiles moved on towards the kitchen, the scent of coffee permeating the air.
In the kitchen he found Boyd and Peter at the sink, working on cleaning the pile of dishes in the sink. Derek was dumping a dustpan of debris into a trash bag hanging off the cabinet knob. When he spotted Stiles he put the dustpan down and walked over, wrapping his arms around his waste and pulling Stiles in for a quick kiss.
"So, where is the dynamic duo that is Scott and Jackson?" he asked, prying himself from the embrace and walking over to the cupboard to retrieve a mug for some much needed coffee.
"They went to pick up some eggs and get the girls." Boyd said as he stepped back from the now empty sink and made his way to get a cup of coffee as well.
"So, Stile's future in-law of mine" Petered started, and at this Stiles gaped "you're going to want something for those nasty marks on your neck there, wouldn't want them getting infected no would we?"
Crap! He had completely forgotten about that, reaching his hand to the back of his neck he would feel the tender flesh there, dried blood sticking to his finger tips. His shoulder was probably no better if not worse.
"Geez, Derek really did a number on you, huh? " Erica appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Don't think there will be enough makeup in the world to cover up those hickeys, or that stubble burn for that matter."
Stiles stood there trying to picture exactly what he must look like, yeah. Yikes.
"For your information Erica, these are not hickeys, they are love bites." he retorted. "Peter, I think I will take you up on that offer."
"Right then, come to the bathroom with me and I'll fix you up." he said grabbing stiles wrist, ignoring the growl from Derek, and leading him to the bathroom upstairs.
Once inside Stiles shuts the door and leans against the counter "So, what did you want to say." he asked casually as Peter dug through the medicine closet(yes, closet, considering their track record for injury.)
"Oh, how are you so sure I wanted to talk, like I said, we need to clean out those bites of yours" he replied not looking back.
"Oh please spare me the theatrics and talk. It is too damn early for your games Peter. " Stiles let a bit of edge seep into his voice.
"Well fine then, I was simply going to reassure that you knew fully what this", he gestures to the back of his neck, "entails." He turns from the closet, arms loaded with supplies and makes his way over to the counter. "Shirt off."
Stiles starts taking his shirt off. "Well not exactly entirely informed here but I can take a hint." he turn around so he is facing the mirror to give the man better access to the bites.
Peter gives his neck and shoulders a once over before letting out a low whistle. "He really did a fine job with you here." he pulled a bottle of peroxide out the pile of supplies. "Go ahead, tell me what you think you have figured out exactly. It will be easier to fill in what you don't know."
"Well I assume that it has something to do with the whole 'mates' aspect of were-culture. Assuming mates means what I think it means, you guys mate for life. Am I right so far?" he asked.
"So far yes, it is typical for werewolves to mate for life once they find their mate. Simply one of our instincts. However, humans are not the same. You do not obtain the same bond to your mate as they would to you. That is of course, unless they mark you. Without being marked a human could easily leave the relationship. This would crush the werewolf emotionally of course, they cannot leave a relationship so easy. That is why we are very particular about who we mate with. It is uncommon for such things to happen between a human and a werewolf" he unscrews the cap on the peroxide and Stiles braces his palms on the counter as Peter begins to pour it over the marks.
"So wait, me and Derek are bonded now? I didn't notice anything different this morning." he let out between a grimace. Seriously, peroxide is a bitch.
"I didn't think you would, at least not so soon. You and Derek are a special case I would say. I have known for a while now, since before he became Alpha, that you and him were going to end up together in some way or another. You fit seamlessly. I doubt that even without the marks you would ever leave him. Simply put, you are his natural mate and he is yours. It is how mating was intended." He used a towel to dab the excess liquid away.
"So you're saying that we are two star crossed lovers fated to be with each other for all of eternity?" Stiles quipped, smirk lighting up to show the humor in his words.
"Sure, why not. Stupid as it may be that isn't too far off. " he set the towel aside and picked up a container of Neosporin.
"So, if that is all the basics, what else did you want to tell me?" he quirked and eyebrow.
"Actually there was something else I wanted to talk about." He started rubbing the cream into the wounds "Lets start with your place in the pack."
"I assume that me being the Alphas mate gives me some kind of ranking finally." he asked.
"Of course. You have always had ranking you know, you were one of the first members of this current pack, it gave you a higher standing though the other wolves may not have given you the respect you deserved. Would never happen if I was still the alpha but hey, that's the past. No, your new place as the Alphas mate means you are second in command. You have full authority over the rest of the pack, myself included. They will naturally look to you for guidance. However, an Alphas mate is not only the second, they are also a kind of parental figure to the rest of the members of the pack."
"So wait, are you saying im going to be pack mom? Does that mean I have to start making them their lunches and helping them with relationship issues. I am not giving anyone the talk." he started to protest.
"Oh relax. Yes, you are officially 'pack mom'. Really Stiles it is nothing new. You have always shown compassion for the other betas, you tutored Scott and Isaac all last year so they could pass. You constantly drive everyone around and you made sure that everyone accepted Jackson fully into the pack. Besides, now that you have been marked your bond with them will be more real then before. Essentially you got the pack bond without all the other perks" he sighed. Setting finished with the Neosporin he set to work covering each mark with gauze and tape.
"So I am a honorary werewolf? Sweet. I can deal with that. Thank you for the update, and also for the patch job" he said finally turning from the mirror to face the older man. "I know we tease you constantly and most everyone is still on edge around you but you have really shown yourself for the better. The pack is starting to warm up to you now that you aren't all 'psycho revenge killer' and such."
"Not a problem. I made some mistakes in my past. I do my best to make up for them. Pack is family and I will do anything to see to the well being of mine."
And wow if that wasn't the most serious thing he had ever heard the older man say. He didn't even think before pulling him into a quick hug and grabbing his arm to lead him back down the stairs.
"Come on, I think Scott and Jackson are back, everyone must be waiting for your signature French toast"
Ok, so IM BACK. With a super long chapter and a good deal of feels. I'm sorry, in the last few months i developed platonic Stiles/peter feels. Again, sorry for the hiatus. I am awesome. One more chapter me thinks and then part 2 of this awesome series. I may just keep the entire series in this story on here and then on AO3 make it a really series. Reviews are encouraging. Havn't done this for awhile so yes, i am shamelessly begging. Also, Tumblr, let me know if you would be interested in fallowing. Im mostly a teenwolf/sterek blogs with a hint of funnies.