Chapter Six - Folie-a-deux?

New dawn, new challenges but the mates would stand strong.

It was the weekend which meant that Stiles had stayed the whole night, and it was not like his dad could complain as he was doing late shifts. Stiles and Derek were the first ones up, and they slowly got the pack breakfast. Brian would soon learn that meant that Stiles cooked the food and Derek watched on fondly. It had been agreed that they were all happy that Derek was their Alpha and he provided everything they needed - although they would be grateful if he could cede the cooking rights to his mate.

Brian awoke to the smell of pancakes, and to his enhanced nose they smelled like superior pancakes. "Come on, food."

Werewolves had faster metabolisms and needed more food - or at least that was his excuse. It was not like the food stuck to his hips making him feel guilty - there were benefits to being a wolf.

When they entered the kitchen they witnessed an unbearably cute domestic moment between the Alpha pair. Stiles was standing over the pan, concentrating on making pancakes, but Derek was doing his best to steal them. His plan was simply to hug Stiles and surround him.

Peter groused, "Oh come on. We cannot afford for the pack to be sex stupid."

Brian was prepared to argue for the couple but was beaten by Stiles, "Jeez you would have thought you would have been happy getting laid yourself."

Brian laughed, liking the teen's sass, and couldn't help but speak up in support, "Well, I for one was happy to get laid. Feel free to get frisky any time the mood takes you."

Peter knew that glint in the Alpha mate's eyes; usually he loved the chaos it caused but not right now, "Oh no, not here where we eat, and you don't want to traumatise the pups do you?"

Derek's deadpan look spoke volumes. Stiles kind of loved the way that Derek could be sarcastic and sassy without ever having to say a word. He ignored the family showdown and turned to his new in-law, "Isn't it impressive Brian?"

Brian grinned as he gratefully accepted his cup of coffee, "Oh you mean the perfect trash talking eyebrows."

"Yep," as he collapsed back against his mate's chest in laughter, hearing Derek's grumbling.

Stiles pulled back still laughing, hands up in mock surrender, "I did not put him up to that. Did I Brian?"

Brian smirked, "Not possible on the grounds that last night we couldn't possibly talk as we were pleasing our mates."

Stiles shared a smirk with him and Peter and Derek shared an uneasy glance - there was no way a close friendship between the two would end well for either Hale, but they already could tell that it was a lost cause. For one thing, neither would deny their mates any happiness which meant they were doomed.

"No good." Peter muttered.

Derek snorted, "get ready for the incoming," was all the warning he could give as all of the wolves, and the human pack members tumbled through the door at the same time. Stiles rolled his eyes, very familiar with this routine. Thankfully upon seeing the huge plate of pancakes on the table they didn't fight.

It was funny because Brian, Peter, Derek and Stiles stayed up at the breakfast bar and the rest of the pack fit round the table. It was clear that something important needed to be said. However there was an unwritten law amongst the pack - any bad news should wait until after food. After all they might need the energy from the food to fight it off.

Scott was the one to break first knowing that the Alpha couple needed to share something, "What is it?"

Peter shared a look with Derek but shrugged. Derek was the Alpha so explanations should fall to him.

Derek explained to the pack, "Deucalion could be an issue."

Lydia was already running plans through her head, "How big an issue?"

Peter took over, "Well he waltzes into your town, with his pack of Alphas, and makes a decision on your competency as a pack."

Erica was the one to ask because someone had to ask, "And if he deems you unworthy?"

Derek sighs, "You die, but he and Kali play games."

Stiles could see the oppressive mood falling over the group, and he wouldn't have it. Yes they would plan, and prepare but they were still teenagers and needed to have fun - or they would get into trouble. Stiles knew this as technically he was still a teen; he just grew up a little faster and then werewolf-married an alpha and adopted a group of werewolf teens. "Okay here is what is gonna happen. You are all going to go out in groups and do teen like things. You stay aware but stay out until late afternoon."

Jackson bitched, "You just want the house to yourselves."

Anyone else might have blushed but not Stiles; he had what some might call a shit-eating grin. "Oh yeah. You see my Alpha teased me and satisfied me all night long and now I want to return the favour."

Isaac pelted Jackson with food as he whined, "Why would make me think that; it's like thinking about mom and dad."

Brian snickered and stood next to Stiles, "Plus I'm newly mated ... so many urges and Peter satisfies them all."

Peter and Derek were torn between amusement, preening like their wolves or starting to satisfy their mates. The teens seeing which way the wind was blowing scrambled out of the house.

They chose satisfying their mates as it was a mutual pleasure.

Stiles waited until all of the pups to leave the house before he turned back to Brian. "So how's being mated?"

Brian played innocent recognising Stiles' goal, "I have found more uses for Peter's tongue than for snarking at people."

Stiles snickered seeing the Alpha and the now established pack Beta. The morning had seen the pack hierarchy affirmed. The issue of the second had always been a thorny one, but today it settled. Peter was the pack Beta and Boyd was the pack enforcer. Stiles was unable to explain the ins and outs of it he just knew. "Yes I think it must be a Hale thing."

The wolves in question groaned as their mates did their level best to embarrass them. This was not going to end well for either of them. Stiles linked his arm with Brian as they sat down on the opposite couch, one that the puppies usually sprawl all over. He smirked, "So is he as good with his hands."

Brian grinned, "Well before today my favourite thing was racing, nothing like living ten seconds at a time. Now Peter's hands … and especially his fingers are my favourite. "

The growls coming from the Hales set Stiles off laughing so badly that he fell over into Brian. He wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes, "Oh my god! You are awesome. So awesome, you totally win at life."

Brian high fived him, but snickered as he was pulled away from his new friend into Peter's arms and dragged upstairs caveman style.

Stiles snickered hearing Brian yip, and then demand, "Put me down you caveman."

All the Alpha pair heard as the door shut was, "I'll show you caveman."

Derek didn't give Stiles any chance to escape his was pinned against the sofa. Like every other time, Stiles melted into the sofa and Derek's arms. Stiles would never in life yield to anyone but Derek, and Derek wouldn't lie that that did major things to him and his wolf. "You are a terrible influence."

Stiles smiled unrepentant, "Nonsense I'm pack mom."

Derek loved it every time Stiles said it. He couldn't believe that after Kate he would ever have happiness. He couldn't believe that he'd found his mate; the one who accepted him - all of him and his pack. "Yes, yes you are."

As he agreed he peppered Stiles neck with kisses and gentle nips, sliding ever closer to the mating bite. He was deliberately holding off knowing what effect it had on Stiles.

Stiles moved his neck to the side letting Derek have free reign. He'd discovered he had a biting kink. "Let's go upstairs."

Derek groaned, he may be a wolf but even he struggled to walk when he had an erection this hard. "Why? The pups have gone."

Stiles felt the bond and his natural arousal flare up, and even he was struggling to remember why they needed to move. His hands moved up to keep Derek sucking at his neck. He wondered sometimes if Derek was part vampire; Derek always smirked and replied, 'possessive'.

"True but we don't want to traumatise the pups ... Do we?" Stiles asked but was getting distracted by Derek's roving hands.

Derek made a mental calculation of how long moving upstairs would delay him and Stiles. He decided that he was in favour of moving so the pups trauma didn't disrupt their afterglow. He and Stiles loved the Pups but they didn't often get the chance to enjoy their afterglow alone, or uninterrupted. It was something that they accepted as the Alpha couple but that didn't mean that they couldn't take advantage of the quiet.

He decided that his uncle had the right idea, and hoisted Stiles up over his shoulder, "Damn it caveman."

Derek was smug as his hand landed a slap on the ass that was wiggling invitingly in his face. "Well you know us Hales."

Stiles groaned, knowing that he would pay for his earlier teasing. In fact he and Brian were kind of counting on it, or they wouldn't have bothered to tease their mates in the first place. "You gonna punish me bad wolf?"

Derek snorted, "No but I might just huff and blow you down."

Stiles gigged, loving that Derek was such a real boy now that he could make that joke. "You want me to wear red?"

He asked breathlessly remembering the last time that he had worn red.

Derek and he had a lot of fun when he wore red, and then - there was the memorable time when he wore red silk panties. "No, I don't want you wearing anything at all."

Stiles unbelievably hardened at that, and groaned, wanting to feel more than Derek's hand on his ass. "You can't say shit like that to me."

Derek rolled his eyes even as he was flinging Stiles onto the bed, with a growl. He smirked eyes bleeding red; his fangs dropping hearing his mate's heart race in arousal. Stiles loved all of him and freely admitted that he found all of him sexy.

Stiles was shucking his clothes off wanting to get closer. Derek was more than happy to agree to that, and prowled up the bed. Stiles whimpered as his mate pressed him down into the bed. He shouldn't find it sexy being pinned to the bed; like he could be Derek's next meal, but the truth was Stiles was happy to be Derek's meal anytime he wanted.

His brain to mouth filter must not have been working as Derek groaned and kissed him dirtily. He whined high in his throat as he bucked up into his mate. It wasn't nice to be teased and Derek was throwing all of his feelings down the bond making him feel crazy – with lust.

Writhing on the bed, Stiles pulled Derek closer, groaning as their slick cocks aligned. Stiles had no problem in grinding hard against his mate, needing to feel the pressure and the friction of Derek. It wasn't enough but it soothed some of his desire and lust. He needed to feel every inch of Derek, but what he needed more was Derek in him. He wouldn't be able to hold out too much longer but it was all part of the routine.

The sad thing was that they rarely indulged in full sex, trying to wait until he turned eighteen in a few months. Still that wasn't always possible; the bond became too much and demanded satiation at times of high stress, or, just when one of the mates was too highly strung and needed to burn off energy.

Stiles whined as Derek slicked up a finger and pushed one inside him. It was tight and the stretch was just the right side of painful. He wanted more though, and purposefully let his body relax.

Derek groaned and bit hard at his mate's hip – wanting to take control. His wolf demanded that he show his mate who was the ultimate Alpha. His mate was totally sympathetic.

Stiles snickered, "Well do something then."

Derek had the perfect response – he added a second finger, and smirked in satisfaction at his mate's satisfied moan. He also loved the way that Stiles stopped babbling like sex with Derek helped still his mind. Stiles said that when he had sex all of his thoughts, and he meant all of them focussed on Derek. It was quite something when Stiles looked at him - eyes blown wide in lust and Derek could feel everything he felt. It made him feel whole and cherished; it made his wolf want to mount and mate him.

Stiles whimpered and knowing what he need turned over. He knew what he wanted and it was the connection with his Alpha. "Mount me."

Derek did exactly that – and he took his sweet time, causing all the pack members to find secluded spots with their respective other halves.

The pack was content and happy but now was the time for them to form stronger ties with the town. It just needed someone to light the spark in the Pack.

The pack was all sprawled out across the front room which had become the de-facto meeting area for when any pack meetings. That and it was the room with the shortest walking distance to the kitchen and Stiles' amazing brownies.

Derek wondered what he would have done to keep the peace if it wasn't for the brownies. When Stiles had first started cooking them for the meets he had thought it was a crazy whim of his mate's. And yet as that was when the pack wasn't stable he saw no harm in letting his mate do as he wanted.

Amazingly though the pack had barrelled through the door demanding the amazing food. Stiles had stood in front of it, yelling that they would sit down for a civilised meeting and then he would only be too happy to hand over the treats.

Derek had watched in fascination as the normally boisterous pups came and sat down in what could have been described as a meek manor. It didn't matter, he would take any advantage and to this day the cooking was a tradition.

Derek settled into his chair, and rolled his eyes at the way that Stiles unashamedly sat in his lap. It was not like Derek had a problem with it, but the pack meetings were important, "Well any matters that the pack needs to know?"

Allison shook her head, "No hunters on the horizon. They seem to think that Dad and I have scared away any major predators as things are calm." She sighed deeply though and the regret was plain for all to hear, enhanced hearing or not. "I can't promise that will stay the same if the Alpha pack come to town."

Derek knew just how much times had changed if he was trying to reassure a fucking Argent. "Not your fault."

Alison gave him a weak smile; it may not be her fault but she hated it when her family went hunting her pack. Her dad had only recently come to realise that the pack were not monsters and stopped trying to break her and Scott up. She was taking it as a win and didn't want to break the status quo.

Derek decided to keep the meeting on track, "Any other business?"

The wolves all shrugged, but Peter knew that Brian's idea was a good one, so squeezed his knee in silent support.

Brian looked at his mate and seeing his support shrugged, "Yeah I have an idea of how we can combat the Alpha Pack."

Stiles was eager to hear it, none of them were keen on any wolves encroaching on their territory. "Well don't be shy share with the pack."

Brian shrugged no one had ever accused him of being shy in his life. "We need to

raise our profile in town."

Lydia and Stiles giggled as they high fived each other, much to the displeasure of their mates. Stiles managed to calm down, "Oh Brian you are my favourite beta."

Derek scowled a little as he knew that he had just lost the argument he'd had the week before all the craziness started. Stiles had argued that the way they could limit the effectiveness of the hunters is by making sure that their profile was high enough in town that they wouldn't be able to operate.

Stiles had started it unwittingly when he would drag Derek by the hand into the station when he took his Dad dinner. The town knew there was something between the sheriff's boy and that Hale boy. They knew that there was a very obvious age issue but if the Sheriff hadn't arrested him, the he couldn't be all bad, could he? It may have been a small thing but in the eyes of a small town where reputations could be destroyed by gossip it meant everything.

Stiles shrugged, "Dad could always do with more deputies. He keeps hinting at me to ask the pack."

Derek shrugged, knowing that while hiding had benefits it wasn't perfect. "Boyd?"

He knew that he had won that argument with Erica's salacious grin and comment of, "I do love a man in a uniform."

Derek didn't care if Erica had just sexually black-mailed her mate; he just nodded his head, "What about everyone else?"

Stiles shrugged, "Well the Doc could do with volunteers ..."

Isaac and Scott shared a grin - they were the more nurturing of the betas', "We'll do it."

Stiles rolled his eyes because it was going to be Scott and Isaac who volunteered, "Just don't adopt any puppies."

Allison snorted, "Says the guy who adopted a pack of puppies."

Stiles looking at Derek with a sappy grin, "Yeah well they were a packaged deal."

Scott was now pouting, which made Allison pull him into a hug, "You love us."

Stiles heard the almost question in his voice and he had vowed that none of the pups would ever doubt that they were loved again. "Course I love you all."

Derek took a step back, at the shout of, "Puppy pile."

Brian laughed as Stiles disappeared under a pile of werewolves. He could hear the grumble from the Alpha mate about being boiled and crushed to death. It might have been believed if you didn't know that the hundred forty seven pounds of pale flesh could blast an Alpha on his ass.

Still an agreement had been made that the pack was going into the community. This could go very right or very wrong; Stiles figured it just depended on which way the wind blew with the packs luck.