The two made their way back to the kitchen where everyone had decided to congregate around the bar.
Stiles took two steps in and had to stop to take in the sight in front of him.
Boyd, Isaac, and Erica were all sitting at the end of the bar looking for all the world like guilty puppies. Jackson was busy trying not to crack up, and failing miserably. Derek was sitting with his face in his hands, a blush creeping out around the edges of his cheeks. Lydia was staring at him for all she was worth, as if she could bore into his mind and read his darkest secrets. Allison was sitting in Scotts lap, making out with him as usual. What sight. No one seemed to notice his arrival until Peter cleared his throat.
"Well, I best get started on the food, no?"
All head snapped in Stiles direction. Except for Derek, who buried his head even deeper into his hands.
Lydia was upon him in an instant.
"Stile's be a dear and kindly tell me WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"
Wow, that was her angry voice. And those were her angry eyes. Oh yeah, someone was very close to dying. Except, he had no idea what she was talking about.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Don't play games with me dear, I do notice things. Like how Peter and you were both in the bathroom together, or the fact that there is a bandage on your neck. Or maybe the fact that that you don't own a shred of black cloth to your name, so those clothes are clearly not yours."
"Well, you see Lyds-"
He was cut off by her grabbing him roughly by the shoulders, he winced and let out a small yelp when she grabbed his damaged shoulder.
Of course, Derek, being the overprotective boyfriend that he was, was up from the table and in between the two of them with speed that put the roadrunner to shame. He kept his back to Stiles, growling for he was worth at Lydia who stood rooted in place glaring back.
"Do. .Him" Derek punctuated each word with a growl.
"Why the hell not!?" she retorted.
"Mine." came the reply.
That must have clicked in her brain because she immediately stepped back from the Alpha, having clearly brought her self up to date on current events.
During this little transaction everyone at the table visibly tensed. The betas, blazing in response to their Alphas anger. Peter stood by the stove, mixing something in a bowl, watching the event unfold with a look of amusement.
Thankfully, Stiles managed to recover his voice in time to put a stop to the procession.
"Can we please stop having these awkward tense moments please?" he spoke up "Seriously guys, this is getting ridiculous. Scott, Jackson, didn't you tell the girls about the latest gossip?" he gave the two pointed looks.
"Was your news to tell man" Scott replied.
Stiles rolled his eyes and pulled Derek back by hips into an embrace.
"Lydia, Allison, me and Derek are together now. We're mates." He finished it by pulling Derek into a quick kiss. "There, now everyone is in the loop, can we get back to regular morning business?" The three made their way back to the bar. Stiles pulled a chair up next to Derek.
"Sorry Derek, I didn't realize the extent of the situation." Lydia apologized. "But, that doesn't really explain the bandages?" she added.
Thankfully Peter had him covered.
"What they do in the bedroom is their business, don't you think?" he chuckled.
"Oh my god, I do not want to hear about this" Scott groaned.
"Alright everyone, change of topics. Allison, Lydia, how was the trip?" Derek spoke up.
"Fair enough. Family trip turned out to be code for 'hunter conference' ." said Allison.
"We split the time between shopping and eavesdropping." Lydia chirped, displaying her new heels.
"Interesting, learn anything?" Derek seemed interested at the mention of hunters.
"Nothing important, they discussed the most recent events and such. I made sure Hale pack didn't come up." Came Allison's reply.
"Good, thank you." he said. Everyone relaxed a bit more.
"So, aside from the obvious, how was the camping trip?" Peter asked from the stove.
They all got lost recounting numerous stories from the trip, laughing and arguing over this detail and that. Allison and Lydia both chimed in here and there with various comments.
"Jackson and Derek were total dicks though" Scott said, telling the epic tale that was story time.
"Oh please Scott, I was starting think Jackson was gonna give Ally a run for her money with the epic bromance you two have. " Erica smirked.
"I don't know, I think the two would look pretty cute together don't you think, Allison" Lydia chided.
"What no, ew, gross. I'm am definitely not into guys like that!" Scott defended. "No offence stiles" he added.
Allison beamed.
"Oh common Scott" she said, draping her arms across Lydia's shoulders "You wouldn't be up for a little swap?" Lydia pulled her on to her lap.
"What, um, I" Scott started to stammer, going red in the face.
"What about you Jackson?" Lydia purred.
Catching on, he replied "I dunno, McCall has delveloped a nice set of abs…" he threw an appraising look at Scott before hooking his arm around his waist.
Scott reeled from the touch, falling out of his chair. Everyone cracked up, laughing hysterically.
Allison offered him a hand and helped him up.
"Oh Scott" she said like an affection mother "I would never leave you for Lydia, you know that." her smile was innocent.
"Yeah, I mean, Allison is totally not my type, I like my girls blond!" Lydia let out a sexy growl.
This time it was Jackson turn to fall out of his chair. Truly, Lydia and Allison were a deadly pair.
"Alright ladies, lets not poke at the boys unresolved sexual tension anymore, god knows they will never act on it." Stile winked at Scott who shot back his best bitch face.
"Alright pups, food's ready." Peter said, bringing over a large plate of French toast to the bar before pulling a chair up for himself.
Everyone jumped on the food, plates piled high with the yummy goodness that was Peters cooking.
Half an hour later they were all piled up in the den, splayed out over the couches and floor. Stiles was sitting in Derek's lap, resting comfortably stretched out over the loveseat. He glanced over at the clock, it was already twelve o'clock.
"I should get home to check in with my dad." he said, unwinding himself from Derek's grasp.
"Dude, what are you going to tell him about the whole neck and shoulder thing?" Scott mumbled.
Shit. He hadn't though about that. As far as his dad knew he was with Scott all weekend, which was technically true, but he probably didn't assume that meant his son was going to get mauled over by his super horny werewolf boyfriend. This was not good.
"You could just tell him the truth." Derek's voice broke his train of thought.
"Wait, what?" Stiles sputtered.
"You're marked now. I am not going anywhere soon, and this" he gestures between himself and Stiles "is more of a permanent thing. He is going to have to find out eventually. Besides, I know you hate lying to him." Derek finished.
"Are you serious? You're serious. Ok, well, I guess that's the plan then. But we have to break it to him gently. You know, least amount of bullet wounds possible." he said.
Derek laughed. "Yes I suppose that would be nice. Lets go get dressed and then we can drive over to your house." Derek lifted Stiles up and carried to the stairs.
"You know this means a lot to me, right?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah" Derek said, leaning in to kiss him.
No matter what, he knew Derek would be there for him. It was the greatest feeling in the world, the feeling of belonging, of being loved. He would never let it go.
VICTORY! Next portion of the series/story will be up in a few days. I will post a link here via new chapter. It won't be as long as this, but it will be the whole breaking it to the sheriff bit. Me thinks it will be interesting.
EDIT: I should mention, since i was asked.
2 things that are canon to this universe
1. Alpha must be fully fanged out to inflict a turning bite
2. Alpha must have the intent to turn when delivering the bite.