Chapter Six - Run this Town
The plan to make the pack seem like good town folk started just that weekend. It was so simple one overheard conversation can be all the difference. Stiles was eating breakfast with his dad at the diner. It was part of his accept-Derek-as-my-older-boyfriend plan. He'd allowed his Dad one meal out each week with him where he could eat what he liked free from comments.
His Dad was exasperated, "Of course I think Derek is a good guy! Look what he has done for Isaac Lahey."
Stiles saw Mrs Landers, the town gossip ears prick up at the sheriff mention one of her favourite people to gossip about. She was surprised though that the Sheriff was in favour of that Hale boy; he was clearly dangerous and a bad influence. Stiles had to remember to hide his victorious smirk, as he commented, "Hey I know that Derek is a good guy. He's practically adopted Isaac and makes him do well in school."
"I know and I hear that he was the one that convinced his cousin's husband to be a Deputy?"
Stiles shrugged in a 'what can you do manor'; "Well Peter is a good guy. The resemblance to his Uncle is uncanny and Brian will be good at it."
The sheriff smiled, the charming one, the one that got people to vote for him, "I won't complain about good deputies."
Stiles grumbled, "Me either. You work too hard."
The pack had been dubious at Brian's explanation of how they could resurrect Peter, but Stiles had seen the beauty in it. He did not think that it was the type of excuse he could ever get past his Dad, the Sheriff, but to the rest of the town - it could be explained. It was just uncanny the resemblance; yes the family used to call them twins separated at birth. Why wasn't he here at the time of the fire? Well his family were living on the East Coast and they got told the whole family died. You got the picture and so far it was working perfectly – plus there was the whole being badly scared and Peter looking whole and hearty.
Speaking of the devil, Beacon Hill's newest PD member walked through the door. He looked good in the uniform Stiles could think objectively. The sad thing was that while he may be able to rate his hotness; he didn't even cause a pang of arousal - Derek was his true mate and as such took his whole focus. The waitress, whistled under her breath as she refilled the Sheriff's coffee, "He's a nice Deputy."
Stiles snickered, and then spluttered trying to fake cough in order to cover it. Seeing the glare of the waitress he was guessing he'd failed - not that he really cared, but he felt like he should at least pretend that he was sorry. "Sorry Tracy, he's married to a nice guy."
His tongue didn't curl up and die, or fall out at that, which just went to show how times had changed. Peter was not ever going to be someone who would be a hundred percent predictable - but Stiles realised in that moment that he fully trusted Peter to act for the good of the pack. It was definitely a change for the good. The wry smile he got from the Sheriff let Stiles know that he wasn't the only one who was thinking that.
The Sheriff watched in amusement as the waitress sulked off back behind the counter. It was too bad that the influx of hot men were all supernatural and pretty much taken. He wondered what his son was planning in regards to the pack, and while he had reservations - he was at work most of the weekend and he preferred Stiles to be protected. And no matter what he thought there was one thing that was very clear and that was that the pack protected Stiles - he couldn't ask for more than that.
"So what are you planning?" The Sheriff asked wanting to assuage his curiosity.
Stiles shrugged finishing his milkshake, "I will head back to Derek's and see what the pack is planning."
The sheriff nodded, "Okay text me if you stay over at Derek's."
Stiles nodded, and hugged him deeply relieved that his Dad had yet to be caught up in the madness - apart from at the sidelines. "Will do. Go keep the peace I can stay out of trouble."
The look his Dad gave him in return was so not fair. It was not like he went out to find trouble - it found him. At least that was his story and he was sticking to it. He chucked the bills on the table to pay for the food. The waitress nods at him, loving the generous tip. He only did it because it kept the waitresses sweet whenever the pack descended. The town folk got a little nervous when the pack as whole turned up all beauty and leather and danger. Outwardly they could be quite scary and the town reacted accordingly – Stiles never saw the issue but then again he knew the real pack.
Stiles had a plan of attack, and it started by going to find his mate. As Stiles left the diner, he was stopped by Mrs Lander who would need to watch her words. Stiles was going to do everything he could think of, and send trash, and porn and all things nice if she said one bad word about the pack. "Did I hear right that Mr Hale took in the poor Lahey boy?"
Stiles made his eyes just a little rounder and used his inherent cuteness, "Well, it's no secret that Derek lost everything and seeing the path Isaac was going down he just wanted to make it better."
Mrs Lander's flushed, some were suspicious of Isaac's parents but no one would say a word and thus had tied his father's hand. So she felt a little guilt but if the Hale boy had done all that, then he couldn't be all bad could he? "That was a very special thing for him to do."
Stiles grinned showing how proud he is of Derek and he is allowed to be, "I know and I make sure to tell him. He has even made Isaac and Scott get jobs."
She puffed up her chest, "Well it is important to be responsible."
Stiles wanted to snort; the way he'd grown up after his mom died meant that he'd pretty much been responsible since that point. "You are so right, excuse me Mrs Landers.
It would be bad form to grin and ruin all the hard work he'd put into that conversation.
Stiles raced up the driveway to the renovated house. It was silly he'd actually stayed over, and only gone into town to have breakfast with his Dad, but he already missed Derek. He walked in through the front door using his own key; it had been one of the first things Derek had given him.
"Der?" He didn't have super hearing but if he didn't know better he would say that the house was puppy free. Sadly though it was also Derek free, this sucked. The bond pulsed letting him know that Derek was coming back, so Stiles assumed he'd gone for a run. The note on the side table left him with no illusions.
Pack in town being real people,
I sent Peter out too,
NO interruptions until tonight.
Stiles understood that implication and put his mind to more devious pursuits. How could he drive Derek wild the best? Seeing the apron he had an idea, the only ones who would dare interrupt them was Brian and Peter. However the couple were newly mated themselves so Peter would have more than likely drag Brian back to his own loft, which he'd kept for when he needed space. Stiles figured that now the apartment's main use would be to sex up his mate in privacy.
Talking about sexing up their mates - Stiles had a plan. It was a simple plan; take off all his clothes and then set about a totally innocent task like cooking - carefully. See notes above about lack of clothing; Stiles hid his clothes and started the brownie mix that he freely used as a bribery food against his pups. Looking over the surface he noticed the apron that said 'Hands off the mate'.
It was kind of perfect as Derek loved him wearing the apron and he got to protect his important bits from getting burned.
The apron was bright red and the bow was resting against the curve of his ass, framing it - without him having to do anything. He couldn't have been less subtle if he tried.
The door opened and Stiles deliberately kept on doing what he needed - it was fortuitous that he was bending over to put the brownies in the oven. He froze at the growl, "Hey babe."
"Stiles." It should be illegal to have a voice that sexy. It made Stiles want to fall on his hands and knees, wiggling his ass in invitation.
Stiles twirled around and had to bite back a smirk when his mate's eyes bled red - a sure way of knowing how passionate and close to losing control he was. Derek used to hate it; the idea of losing control or giving into passion. It had taken Stiles a long time to make him understand that it didn't matter if Derek kept control - Stiles trusted him as they were true mates.
"Everything alright?" He asked with just the right amount of concern.
Derek groaned, "You're a goddamn tease."
Stiles twirled around which, as far as Derek was concerned was a mean thing to do to a guy, as it meant that his ass was hidden from Derek's view. All he wanted to do this minute was sink his teeth into that perfect ass. Derek seeing the knowing glint in Stiles' eyes knew his mate was being a tease.
Stiles shivered seeing the look in Derek's eyes; it never failed to get him hot and bothered. Not that it took much when your mate is a Greek god. "Well don't just stand there."
Derek sauntered forward and knew exactly what he was going to do. He leaned in, scenting Stiles, knowing that it was a kink for both of them and leaned over to pick the whipped cream up.
Stiles hated the way his voice broke on his, "Der?"
Derek chuckled, as he hoisted Stiles up over his shoulder. Stiles could grumble that he hated when Derek went all caveman but it would be a lie, and Derek would know anyway. He went straight for their room - they would indulge in sex shenanigans all over the house but then having to listen to the pups bitching when they smell it kind of sucks all the fun out of it.
Stiles laughed a little breathless, as he landed on the bed. "Why do I feel like the big bad wolf is going to eat me up?"
Derek should pout because if Stiles is able to speak with that much eloquence then clearly he was slipping. If he was Stiles he would be making a crack about, 'how the magic had gone out.' It would be a crock of shit as the magic would never go out between them and that was something they were both certain of, even now. Instead he crawled up on all fours, letting his breath ghost across Stiles' skin. Stiles was shivering and starting to writhe hoping Derek would get on with it.
Derek had a better plan - it was true that he wanted to eat Stiles up but not in the literal sense. He used the whip cream as a way to map and canvas all his favourite parts of his mate. It would serve two fold purpose, one he could lick it off and drive Stiles wild, and two, his wolf tried to get at whatever is masking his mate's scent.
Stiles whined as the cream was slathered up his aching erection and then his nipples. He must look like a pornographic desert. He felt Derek laugh, as his abs quivered against his leg. He loved making Derek laugh the most even if it was during sex. Derek had laughed too little in his life and Stiles would always encourage him to smile. "Don't laugh, do something."
Derek took pity and started to lick and nip at one nipple; all the while his other hand was stroking Stiles' side driving him wild. He took in the picture of Stiles lying across his bed; head thrown back whimpering at the pleasure Derek was giving him. Stiles looked wild and untameable as he thrashed around on the sheets. Derek knew that if Stiles had claws then the sheets would have been shredded with how tightly he was gripping at them. He chuckled and bit back a smirk at the whimper escaping his mate's throat. He hadn't even begun, "Please!"
Derek was wrong his favourite thing was when his overly talkative mate was reduced to begging him. He was wolf enough to admit that that did things to both the man and the wolf. He was a kind mate though and he turned his attention to the other stiff nipple, licking away all the cream - all the while he is using his nails to scrape across the other nipple.
Stiles wouldn't say that he hated when Derek played with his nipples; there had been one memorable evening when Derek made him come just from playing with his nipples. The man was a god, and the things he could do with his tongue should be what sees him arrested. It was just not the main event and his cock was now leaking and pulsing with need. "Need your mouth on me."
Derek played innocent, "It is on your chest."
Stiles growled in frustration in a fairly good impression for a human, "Not there, my cock!"
Derek didn't tease him too much more - he kissed a trail along his stomach to the treasure waiting beneath the sticky sweet cream. The irony being that Derek didn't want the cream - he wanted the taste of Stiles' in his mouth. It was what he needed and craved. He licked a trail up the underside of Stiles stiff and straining erection right up to the slit.
Stiles had tried to stay quiet as that was part of the game they played but when Derek tongues his slit, "Oh my god, right there. Love you, your tongue ... all of you."
Derek was now intently licking at Stiles' erection cleaning it of all the gloop as it was getting in the way of what he truly wanted - Stiles. Derek salivated at the thought of taking his mate into his mouth; he barely waited until it was clean to swallow him whole.
Stiles keened when Derek swallowed him whole and kept teasing him. He felt Derek take him into his throat and swallow around him. He would have thrust up but Derek was pinning his hips. He was close to coming and tried to splutter a warning. He wanted Derek to be in him when he came.
Derek pulled off groaning. He was no stranger to Stiles' propensity to talk but god his mate's mouth could be downright filthy which was a contrast to his more innocent sweet looks. It drove Derek wild, and he needed more. The time for foreplay was over; all of Derek's instincts were demanding that he mount his mate.
They didn't always do it this way just like any couple variety was the spice of life but sometimes nature needed to run its course. Stiles knew what his mate needed and even knew why he was reluctant. It really was too bad that Kate Argent was dead - she didn't suffer enough for what she did to Derek. "Go on Alpha, mount me, and claim me."
Derek heard himself whimper, he tried never to be too rough with Stiles, but his mate never accepted that he was breakable. Stiles loved all of Derek including his wolf and never made him feel less of a man for it. He was showing all the instincts of a wolf mate right now - It was probably all the time that he spent around the pack. Stiles was presenting his neck and emphasising the claiming mating bite. Derek moved forward draping himself over his mate back. He was rocking back and forth against his mate's ass letting him feel the erection that would soon be thrusting in him.
Stiles rocked back against Derek encouraging him to do what he wanted. He groaned feeling Derek's long fingers open him up. Derek was using two fingers that he scissored open. It would as Stiles wanted to feel Derek open him up, stretch him; claim him.
Derek groaned as his fingers prepared his mate; he was gently biting at the mating mark. He had to focus because the bond was at its most open during sex, and he would never want to deliberately hurt his mate. He felt Stiles stiffen, "Want more than your fingers."
Stiles keened when Derek removed his fingers but he knew that was needed for the main event. He felt Derek thrust inside him in one confident move; he didn't bite back the whimper at the stretch or burn. It was perfect and he felt like he and Derek were one entity in that moment as they were literally that connected. He took a moment to adjust to the size of Derek before he whined and started to rock against his mate.
Derek groaned as his mate started to fuck himself on his cock. It was so hot and like Stiles, but he couldn't help but growl. His wolf wanted to prove to its mate that he was worthy of him; he bite down on the bite causing Stiles to still. He grinned and started to set a pace, gripping Stiles hips so it was done at his speed. He knew that it was strictly a little faster than a human could handle but there are some advantages to being a werewolf's mate like faster healing.
Stiles groaned as Derek fucked into him with brutal accuracy. He was literally seeing stars with every thrust and he gasped, "Faster, harder." He was so close and he could feel it through the bond that Derek was really close too. "Knot me."
Derek's head fell onto his shoulder; his mate would kill him, but what a way to go. He thrust hard and deep, with a corkscrew motion as he came - painting his mates insides; marking his mate inside and out. He didn't move as the knot kept his come inside Stiles. His wolf was flat out preening in his head. He felt Stiles groan as his hard on didn't die down. Derek moved with preternatural speed.
Stiles was no longer surprised when he suddenly ended up on top. He was a little bit distracted though by the awesomeness of Derek's knot. He was so full and stretched but he couldn't help but rock up and down; there was no relief for his prostate but that was okay. He had the overwhelming need to come and that was all his world had reduced down too.
Derek looked at Stiles on top of him; he was debauched and chasing his second orgasm. He couldn't help but work some of the come into his skin wanting no one to be in any doubt of who Stiles belonged with. Stiles was beautiful but sat atop of his dick, unable to move - amber eyes locked with his; there was nothing better. Derek cheated a little and used his Alpha strength to thrust up in aborted movements but it worked. Stiles came again, his mouth forming a perfect 'o' as he came.
The mates knew that that they would need to clean up, but neither was quite ready to break the glow. Derek wrestled them onto their sides as his knot would keep them joined for at least thirty minutes.
Stiles whimpered when Derek pulled out; the sex was always great but that first minute when Derek pulled out and the intimacy was lost - sucked. It was only a brief second when his body was still vulnerable - straight after Derek would always hug him tight. It would help him settle back in his own skin. He snuggled into his mate and drifted off to sleep content to dream and enjoy his afterglow. As he drifted off he could hear Derek's contented purr telling him just how satisfied his Alpha was at the same time. He was barely awake when he felt the wet cloth clean them up.
Stiles and Derek were curled around each other - content to lie there and take in the stillness and calmness that had fallen over the Hale land. It was not something that they ever got to truly enjoy. And despite what many would believe Stiles could and would be quiet, but he had to want to be quiet.
Here in their den, wrapped up in the arms of his Alpha - he didn't need to talk. He heard the door open and as there wasn't immense amounts of noise that followed he could take a guess that it was either Brian, Peter or both of them. He didn't have long to ponder this at Peter's whine, "Stop fucking around and keep me company."
Stiles whined, "I thought his mate should amuse him."
Derek smirked, "True but you let Brian get a job and now Uncle Peter is all alone."
Stiles mumbled into Derek's shoulder, "Fuck we'll have to go down there. Brian will never forgive me if he gets into mischief."
Derek chuckled because really this was there life now. How it was their life? He wasn't sure but right now he wouldn't change a thing.
The pack were happy and content revelling in the bonds and happiness. Meanwhile the Sheriff's deputy was processing the background check for the new English teacher - one Jennifer Blake. Well it had been too peaceful for too long in Beacon Hills ...