Here's the last chapter of this story, sob! ;'( but, thank you for all my gorgeous reviews, you guys have been great, and thank you for the followers and the favouriters and everything;)

Epilogue:

Stiles rolled over to the other side of the bed in sleep and awoke straight away from the coldness. The coldness meant that Derek had been gone for a while. This set some uneasiness into Stiles because a) ever since Stiles came out of the dreaded coma, Derek hadn't really left his side - seriously, the man wouldn't even let Stiles drive on his own until yesterday, and the alpha was still tailing him - and b) Derek always told him where he was going before leaving Stiles to his own devices.

So to say Stiles felt a little uneasy without knowing Derek's whereabouts...he was full on worried.

The other side of the bed smelt like Derek - Derek always slept on the left side of the bed, and Stiles never brought up that Derek had growled at him when Stiles went to climb into to said side of the bed - but it wasn't the same. The mattress didn't hold the same heat Derek's body did, didn't provide the safety Stiles felt when wrapped in Derek's arms and his head on the older man's chest. Yeah, Stiles was a sap when it came to his mate and the man he loved. Sue him.

Stiles even looked around for a note, and no note was found. If, and this was just once or twice when Derek really had to go somewhere but couldn't really be bothered to wake Stiles, Derek did leave during the night or early morning, he would always leave a note. With a heart, winkey face and a kiss. And he usually added an I love you in there somewhere as well. Stiles felt like crying. No note.

But what really got him was the fact that Derek's side of the bed was perfectly made. Well, apart from the small crinkles he had just made by turning over, and the fact that he pulled down the quilt covers to give him some security. But Derek hardly ever made his side of the bed when getting out, Stiles usually had to do it. So what made this time different?

And to make matters worse, Stiles was incredibly horny! It was the morning, and he had just been thinking about Derek, and he was in the bed where Stiles lost his virginity to Derek for the first time. That time was mind blowing. Oh, and the time after that. And the time after that...okay, let's just say that Derek and Stiles have a great sex life.

So, maybe Stiles could project his horniness through the mating bond he now shares with Derek so that Derek will come back and sweep Stiles off his feet and give him the good morning he wanted. But, after about two or three minutes, Stiles was getting impatient So Stiles clambered out of bed, took a piss in the conjoined bathroom, before coming back and slipping on one of Derek's black t-shirts in his mate's drawer.

Sometimes, and this was most times, Derek would get pissed off about absolutely everything. About Stiles accidentally spilling orange juice all over their bed, or Isaac ripping the curtains and everything else. But when it came to Stiles wearing Derek's clothes...well, Derek got mad, but it was more sexually frustrated. Derek loved Stiles smelling like him, telling everyone that Stiles was his and only will be his. So, Stiles got more sex out of it if he wore his boyfriend's clothes.

Stiles had flicked on the coffee machine when he heard heavy footsteps on the porch, and in came his mate, sweaty and looking absolutely gorgeous. Stiles' jaw dropped. Derek came in with no t-shirt on, his track pants hanging low on his hips to show off those gorgeous abs, that now had sweat dripping down them. Derek's hair was matted with sweat, little sweat drips coming down his usually frowny forehead. Stiles watched fascinated as one dropped down past his beautiful, smouldering green/grey eyes and down his face. Stiles could smell the sweat, the woodsy smell, and most of all, Derek.

Derek was now smirking. Stiles knew that smirk. That was the I-just-went-all-Edward-Cullen-on-your-ass-and-read-your-mind smirk. And Stiles loved that smirk sometimes. It had its uses.

Walking forwards, Stiles stopped short in front of his boyfriend, just to feel the heat radiating from his body. He reached out a hand and trailed his index finger down Derek's chest, feeling the muscles clenching as he did. Derek purred softly.

"Oh, you're all sweaty," Stiles said, "yum."

Derek's smirk grew. "Only the best for my mate."

"Well you're in luck then, because you have one very horny mate that may need your assistance in the bedroom," Stiles said cheekily, grabbing Derek's hand and dragging him forwards.

"What do you acquire?" Derek asked.

"Umm, so lovin'."

Derek chuckled. "Then you shall get that."

Stiles was scooped up into Derek's arms before he could blink, and Derek got them upstairs and in their bedroom. Derek lay Stiles on the bed before climbing on top of him, nipping his neck gently before pulling the black t-shirt over his human's head and held it up.

"My shirt?" Derek asked.

Stiles shrugged. "It looked comfy and I have to bend down to get a t-shirt from my drawer."

Derek thought for a second before throwing his t-shirt to the side and connecting his lips to Stiles'. As they kissed, Stiles started to move his fingers down to Derek's track pants, and when finally reaching them, he fingered with the waist line.

"Off," Stiles demanded.

Derek nodded, stripping himself of his track pants before bringing his body flush to Stiles' once more, kissing the boy's neck and sucking on his pulse point, feeling the strong beat under his lips. The only thing between their cocks were underwear, and Stiles really hated underwear at that moment in time. But before he could say anything, Derek was sucking on his nipples...oh, sweet mother of all that's holy!

"Uh, Derek," Stiles moaned out.

Derek twirled his tongue around the tip of his nipples and the sensation was almost killing Stiles. Yeah, Stiles was sort of easy, but have you seen the boyfriend he has? Derek's tongue was now working it's way to his boxer shorts, and ripped them off with ease.

"Sorry, I destroyed your boxers," Derek said.

Stiles chuckled. "Actually, you just destroyed your own boxers, but whatever. Shut up and fuck me."

"I thought it was lovin?"

"Either one. Just get it in the hole."

Derek growled, and took his own boxers off, before grabbing some lube that was lying around on the bedside table and smothering his cock with it, before giving Stiles no warning and smashing into the human.

"Derek!" Stiles moaned out, his back arching.

Holy mother of fuck was this good.

Stiles was now sweating as much as Derek was when he came in from his run, as Derek moved in and out with a fast rapid pace and hitting Stiles' sweet spot every time. Stiles placed his hands on Derek's back and brought the man closer, and the man moved in and out of Stiles' hole. Stiles' nails were digging into the man's back, enough to draw blood.

He was getting closer. He knew it.

"Derek, I'm so close," He groaned.

Derek growled. "Shut up, Stiles."

Stiles shut up before Derek thrust into him one more time, and Stiles shot hot strings of cum onto his own belly and Derek's, screaming out Derek's name. Derek tried to keep up his hard thrusts, but he was so close that he gave in, and came into Stiles' ass.

Derek flopped down on top of the human, out of breath and really sweaty. He rolled off after a while and lay, watching his mate.

"Now that was the good morning I was hoping for," He said after a while.

Derek chuckled. "Well, there's plently more where that came from. I suggest a lot of blowjobs to make up for it."

Stiles smirked. "I can do that. For now, can I borrow some boxers? I think my ass looks great and you destroyed the other pair I was wearing."

Derek rolled his eyes. "T-shirt as well?"

"Yes, please, sire, if you don't mind."

They quickly got changed.

"Gosh, will them two ever stop fucking?" Peter asked as they all sat around a camp fire outside the Hale house, looking at the now sweaty and out of breath Stiles and Derek who had apparently come back from 'grocery shopping'.

Isaac chuckled. "Probably not."

Both were met with marshmallows to the face.

"Oh, great shot, Derek!" Stiles exclaimed, holding his hand up for his boyfriend to high five.

Peter scowled. "Those marshmallows are dirty now."

"And diseased with rabies," Stiles muttered. He was pushed off Derek's lap. "Aw, Derek, c'mon! I mean't Peter, not you!"

Stiles snuggled back into Derek's embrace, as they watched the flames flicker.

Allison and Scott were round the other side.

"So, what are we actually having this camp fire for?" Scott asked dumbly.

"Well, Scott," Stiles said wisely, "Grandpa Stilinski once said that camp fires bring families closer together. And we're a family. Yeah, a fucked up one-" He flinched when he got a small jab in the ribs from Derek. "- but we're a family. Peter's crazy and probably has mental issues, Boyd's a tank, Erica can be a self obsessed bitch, Isaac is just a puppy, Scott is dumb, Allison is hunteress and should kill you all, Lydia is clever, to clever for her own good, Jackson's a jackass, Derek's too growly and frowny, and I'm way to sarcastic. One fucked up, but happy family."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"All right, everyone hand over their marshmallows before I shot them with wolfsbane bullets," Allison joked.

"Hold up, sista, give me some and I'll take the big guy down," Stiles teased. A smack on the head this time. "Hey, would you stop abusing me? You do that enough in the bedroom!"

Everyone laughed as Stiles ended up on the floor.

Good times.

Very, very good times.

"I'm cold and I think I have piles," Stiles said.

"STILES, SHUT UP!" Derek yelled

Well, the two are polar opposites when they want to be.

Finished! Finally. Hope you liked;)