Wedding Smasher

The bite into the curve of his neck was far from pleasant. He was mid-scream; his nerve endings sending waves of pain down his spine making him arch his back while trying to pull away, when it all just stopped. The pain stopped, the fear stopped, the whole world seemed to have stopped except for Derek.

The very air that surrounded him changed as the mark took affect and his mate's pheromones filled his senses. Turning Stiles took in the image of Derek kneeling behind him, arm wrapped loosely around his waist and pupils dilated with the intensity of the mating mark. The light around him seemed to solidify creating a sharp contrast against the blurring images of everything else.

Stiles lunged forward and tried to bury himself in the scent of his mate, of home, of EVERYTHING. He clung to Derek's shoulders, his face pressed into his neck nipping and kissing as he twined his arms and legs around his mate's body. The red hued eyes widened briefly in surprise before blinking away into their normal green-hazel tone.

As if coming from far away Stiles could hear the voices of the other wolves growling and snarling at his mate. He didn't care, barely perceived their existence, just tried to get closer to the other half of his soul, the taste of his mates flesh intoxicating under his tongue; slightly bitter and earthy with a coating of butter cream.

Stiles knew that he would never view birthday cake the same.

"Damn it, Derek! You marked him in public? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Stiles registered the voice as Laura's even though the shrill angry screech was nothing like the honey rich tones he remembered from the café.

"Come on. Let's get him back to the house." Strong arms pulled him from Derek's grasp. Stiles had a brief view of an older man that bore a striking resemblance to his mate but Stiles was focused on only one thing, one person. He twisted and turned in the man's hold as Derek growled at his side.

"Derek, I'm not taking him away from you. We need to get you both to the house. You can't complete the mark out here in public." Stiles was half lifted into the older man's arms where he promptly tried to climb over the werewolf's shoulder and into Derek's arms.

There was a brief struggle as multiple hands reached out and supported tugged and readjusted Stiles' position but to little avail. Stiles continued to fight against the hands that held him away from his mate as he was carried across the lawn, desperately trying to push his way back into the heat and perfection. He didn't have the strength to break free and was half carried back to the manor, pulling and flinging himself toward Derek each time he wiggled loose enough that his feet touched the ground.

Derek was suddenly no longer in his sight and Stiles redoubled his effort to get away undeterred by the pleas to 'calm down before you hurt yourself'. All he wanted was Derek, all he NEEDED was Derek. He could feel the panic rising and whispers of 'shhhhh, it's okay' did nothing to stop the frantic beating of his heart.

Once past the door the older wolf placed Stiles back on his feet tugging at Stiles arms as he guided him deeper into the house. Behind him were a small group of wolves, dressed in deep richly hue suits and smug happy smiles. Between them all they kept Stiles moving deeper into the manor until he reached the winding staircase.

They herded Stiles up the flight of stairs and into a dark room. He had just a moment alone, enough time to have felt the beginning edge of an epic panic attack and then Derek was wrapping him in his arms and everything was all right. Stiles kissed the older man, nipping his chin and dragging his teeth and tongue down his throat as he pushed Derek back toward the waiting bed. Fumbling with the shirt, Stiles pushed and pulled at the buttons until the wolf took pity and lifted it over his head exposing an amazing expanse of chest for Stiles to stroke and touch.

Derek's knees hit the back of the bed and he teetered briefly before Stiles pushed him the rest of the way over and straddled him, raining kisses down upon him. Stiles followed his mate as he backed up across the bed as if pulled by his gravitation's force. Reaching up, green eyes filled with wonder, Derek cupped his face in his palms and kissed him before rolling over and pinning Stiles to the mattress.

His dingy red hoodie was un-zipped quickly and pushed to the side. Derek tried to remove the blue sweater before Stiles had his arms out of the hoodie briefly wrapping the clothing tighter around his mate until the sound of ripping fabric freed him from his cocoon.

The feelings, the emotions were intense and swirled together. Stiles had a moment to wonder at the feelings he was experiencing as Derek's hands moved over his flesh. He could feel the desire that Derek was feeling for him as well as the burning need for his werewolf mate that raged through his own blood. The two combined bringing Stiles to a pinnacle of emotion that he never fathomed could exist. It was a moment of clarity, a 'wow' moment but it was quickly submerged by the need to claim and be claimed.

Derek sucked his way down Stiles' chest, starting at the constellation of moles on his shoulder and working inward across the collar bone until it ended at the hollow of the younger man's throat. Running the thick stubble on his chin against the softness of Stiles' neck, Derek slid up until he could kiss him. Licking along the crease he pleaded with tongue and soft moans for entrance which was almost immediately granted. Derek traced the contours of his mate's mouth, their tongues tangling as they learned more about each other's bodies.

Stiles couldn't keep his hands still, letting them roam across the warm flesh of Derek's back. His pants felt tight, a constriction that he pressed against Derek's in hopes of finding relief.

The feeling of Derek's moist breath as he kissed his way down his chest raised goose bumps along Stiles' skin. Slowing his movements as he reached Stiles' navel, Derek let his tongue swirl along the rim and lightly dart inside. Stiles' voice caught mid gasp and his hips thrust widely against Derek's leg.

"Derek," he managed to stutter out. "Please."

Fingers skimmed over the waistband of his jeans, popping the button and pulling them downward with one long slow pull exposing all of Stiles to his mate's hungry eyes. Derek ran his nose down the inside of his leg, moving upward until reaching the heavy swell before kissing his way up Stiles' length and swallowing him whole.

In the crammed confines of the Hale Pack House, Stiles had never been alone for long enough to do more than a quick tug and pull to relieve the worst of the tension that seemed to build regularly in his young body. While on the streets there was never the time or the energy to indulge in something as primal as jerking off. So he had little to no prior knowledge of what Derek was doing to him SHOULD feel like but he knew it was the best feeling he had ever had in his short life.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," he begged as Derek lifted his hips while sucking him deeper.

Light spilled across the bed as the door swung open hitting the wall and bouncing back in a wild swing. "You so owe me, you little fuck. I love you to death, Derek but that was my wedding, you ass." A small tube was thrown into the room, its aim perfect, hitting Derek right in the middle of his forehead as he turned to growl at the intruder. "Enjoy!"

"Oh thank God," Stiles murmured into Derek's skin as he recognized the bottle of lube. He licked and bit each inch of skin he could reach, stopping to savor the parts that were still butter cream flavored. The taste of his mate's skin, the sweetness of the icing drove him wild.

The click of the cap opening gave him a moment of unease but Derek reacted to his increasing heartbeat by slowing down his frantic movements to kiss him deeply as he gently fingered Stiles' entrance. There was a pressure and then fullness and Stiles found himself pushing down to increase the sensations Derek was causing.

Derek kissed his way back down his mate's body, moving into position between Stiles' spread legs, hands slowly urging his knees apart further to make room for his larger bulk. Taking his length back into his mouth, Derek added a second finger working Stiles open with a scissoring motion. Stiles sprawled, legs draped over Derek's thighs, hips tilted upward and head thrown back in ecstasy on the bed.

"I don't want to come too soon. I want you in me. Derek, Derek, stop." Stiles tugged on his mate's hair pulling him up to kiss him deeply while rubbing himself against him.

Shifting position Derek motioned for Stiles to roll over, covering his shoulders and back with kisses and love bites as he widened and stretched him below. Derek stiffened and a soft hiss escaped his lips, his body so close to Stiles that the warmth of his breath tickled the fine hairs on his lower back. Stiles started to turn, to see what had caused his mate to pause when Derek began to slowly, reverently kiss a twisting line up his back. Fingers joined the feather light kisses and Stiles realized that Derek had found the ripple of silver scars that covered his back in a vine-like pattern.

"Later." Derek whispered into his flesh. "Later you will tell me who did this to you. And I will find them. They will pay in blood."

"Can we shelve this conversation for, I don't know, never? God, I need you." Stiles wiggled his hips against Derek, pressing his legs further apart until all thought of his scars were driven from Derek's mind, replaced by the image of his mate so open and needy beneath him.

"Stiles," he rumbled both as a warning and plea. With his knees Derek spread Stiles' legs wider. His body followed the curve of his human mate as he pressed himself into his lover's warmth.

Derek's first few thrusts were shallow and slow as he worked his way into Stiles, listening for the first sign of distress or discomfort from his mate. Exhaling a broken moan Stiles pushed back with each slow thrust, driving Derek deeper.

Together they picked up the tempo, flesh striking with increasing speed as Derek draped himself over his mate, sucking marks up the center of his spin until he reached the back of Stiles' neck. He could smell, hear, and even taste in the air how his mate was a breath away from tumbling over the edge. With a last kiss Derek slid his mouth to cover the raw mating mark, letting his human teeth skim over the torn flesh.

The shuddering climax took them both, a firework of pleasure exploding outward along their nerve endings making them tremble and shake in tandem as Derek clutched Stiles to his chest. With the aftershocks still echoing through them, Derek rolled off his mate, pulling him backwards into the safety of his hold and wrapping his arms around the smaller waist.

The mating mark was sealed and complete. They were now true mates and Stiles could feel Derek in the back of his mind and in his soul, it was like having an extra muscle that he could feel flex beneath his skin. They fell asleep tangled in each other's arms and legs.

AN: Special thanks to CourseofHonour for catching all the tenses and turning them into something the grammar police won't cart me away for. Please leave a review and let me know what you are thinking or if you have any questions. I always answer.

I know a lot of you also write but I have not been able to keep up with you all. I love GoldenPetal13's 'To Save Them All' as well as her 'Stiles, the Bunny' (GOD if you haven't read it…go do it NOW). If you write, send me a message so that I can look your story up. I would love to support your stories like you have supported mine.

Thanks again.