While Derek and Stiles are enjoying each other's company, Scott and the sheriff goes to check what to find in the woods. Mr Stilinski does a surprising thing at the scene, and then spends the whole night in his office, concentrating on soething totally different than the investigation of Boyd's murder. Isaac feels lonly, but Scott takes care of him.
Here you go. I hope this Sterek moment is juicy enough for you. I also added a ghost of a Scisaac-thing, but don't get your hopes up.
With nimble hands, Derek started to undress Stiles. He rolled him over to his stomach so it would be easier to remove the button-down. As soon as the piece of clothing was gone, Derek ran his hand down Stiles' bare arms. Stiles swallowed hard. The gentle touch was so arousing that he wanted to rip his own clothes off and get the party started. With a willpower he didn't knew he possessed, he managed to stay still.
Derek moved his hands towards Stiles' back and massaged his way down to the hem of the t-shirt. With a finger, he pushed the fabric up a bit until the skin of his lower back was exposed. Soft, moist lips caressed the gap between his pants and shirt, making Stiles squirm from the sensation.
A hand eased itself around his hips, and reached for the button of his pants. As soon as Derek had managed to unbutton it, he slid the zipper down. With his other hand, he pulled the pants down a bit to uncover Stiles' ass.
Stiles tensed up for a second when Derek let his teeth sink into the soft flesh of his buttocks. He didn't bite down too hard; it was more like a nibble, but the pain lingered for a little while.
With a hand on each side of Stiles' hips, Derek grabbed onto the hem of his jeans and pulled them down slowly. As if on cue, Stiles lifted his pelvis off the mattress to make it easier for Derek to get his pants off. When they were down to his knees, Derek moved away for a moment. Stiles relaxed into the mattress and hoped for a quick continuance.
Derek shoved Stiles' socks over his ankles and removed them swiftly before he pulled the pants all the way off Stiles. The boxers went the same way, leaving Stiles naked from the waist down.
Derek's lips moved up the left calf and continued up his thigh before Stiles felt a quick, but this time, more painful bite on his butt-cheek. He jerked and tensed up for a second. It wasn't because it didn't feel good, it just came as a surprise.
The spot was soon covered with kisses, before Derek pushed Stiles' legs apart and seated himself between them.
Stiles pushed his ass up suggestively, as he fought to keep his mouth shut. He had a feeling he'd ruin the mood if he tried to rush this. Two firm hands grabbed on to his butt-cheeks and spread them to expose the puckered hole.
When something touched the rim, Stiles didn't understand what happened. He could still feel Derek's hands on his buttocks. 'Was he gonna penetrate him without lube or prep?' It took a couple of seconds before he realized that it was Derek's tongue prodding at the entrance. The knowledge was so overwhelming, that Stiles had to fight not to cum at that very moment.
He tried his best to stay still as Derek's tongue lapped over that sensitive area. The disappointment he felt when Derek pulled way was almost crushing. It didn't last long though; soon a well lubed finger pushed into his asshole without warning. Derek twisted it around and brushed the prostate for a split second before he pulled it out again. "NO!" Stiles couldn't help it. He just wanted to be fucked now. He knew for sure that his injuries wouldn't bother him to much.
Derek leaned over until his mouth was inches away from Stiles' ear. "You want it? You want me inside you?"
"Yeah, yes," Stiles panted out with his hands clenched around the pillow. He was so ready. When Derek moved away, Stiles could hear himself whimper a little, but then he felt Derek's breath on his ear again. "Turn over." With a little help from two strong hands, he rolled over to his back.
"This will be easier on your ribs." With joint effort they managed to remove Stiles' t-shirt. Then, Derek touched the still visible bruise on Stiles chest before he ran his lips over it. "I'll be gentle with you this time. You're still in recovery."
Stiles was grateful. Even if he tried to will it away, he was still in pain. It wasn't excruciating, but lying on his stomach had made it more bothersome. Derek was hovering over him for a few seconds before he leaned in and kissed him. Gentle at first, but then more demanding and forceful. Stiles ran his finger through Derek's hair, as he did his best to reciprocate the kiss.
When Derek again seated himself between Stiles' legs and opened the lube-bottle, Stiles' dick twitched in anticipation. Derek kissed the tip of it as he pushed a finger inside of him.
It was impossible to say if this was better than before. It was definitely different. The gentle touches, the slow moves to open him up, wasn't quite what he'd been used to from Derek. Not that he hadn't been gentle before, but there had always been an undertone of brutality and domination.
Stiles knew for sure that he liked it a little rough; he liked the games they played where Derek seemingly was in full control, but where Stiles always knew that he himself had the upper hand. This time he felt pampered. It was almost like Derek put his own pleasure on hold just to serve Stiles.
As Derek's fingers played tease, his mouth was on Stiles skin moving around in the crotch area, ever so often catching the cock-head. Stiles couldn't hold back even if his life depended on it, and with a loud moan, he released his load. Derek got cum in his hair and a few drops landed on his cheek.
The orgasm seemed to last forever. Derek's fingertips were prodding his prostate, making Stiles feel that he'd never come down from this high. Of course he did, and as he lied there panting, heaving for air, Derek's lifted the almost limp cock to his mouth and licked the rest of the cum away.
A tingle down his spine told Stiles that he was far from done. With skilled lips and tongue, Derek managed to get his dick hard again in what seemed like seconds. The treatment he got made it feel like he could reach another orgasm momentarily, but then Derek pulled away to rearrange himself on the bed.
Through half-lidded eyes Stiles could see that Derek lubed up his own cock before he lifted Stiles' butt onto his lap. The pinch of pain as Derek pushed inside him was not even worth mentioning. It felt so good being filled up.
Derek went slow and it took what seemed like forever, before he was fully inside. Then again, Stiles had completely lost track of time, so he didn't really know. Through the whole time as Derek fucked him, keeping it at a low speed, Stiles felt he could cum anytime.
Eventually, Derek sped up somewhat. It was pretty clear that he was very close now. The grunts and the ragged breath was a clear giveaway. Stiles could see that Derek fought against it. He was now leaning on his arms with his hands on each side of Stiles' torso. They were shaking as if he had a hard time holding himself up.
When he bared his teeth, Stiles' realized that his boyfriend wasn't only fighting against the orgasm. He was also very close to turning into a wolf. Derek straightened himself up and grabbed on to Stiles' hips before he with a growl gave in to the orgasm. Derek's whole body was trembling and Stiles could feel the claws digging into his flesh. When the pain from the punctures hit his brain, Stiles cummed for the second time that evening.
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"If this is true, I have to call it in." Sheriff Stilinski picked his phone out of his pocket. Scott looked at him. "I don't know, can't we just check first?" He was pretty sure that nobody was going to let a teenager in on the investigation if this went official. "I mean... I can help you find it. I can sniff it out." He drew his breath. "Look at me as a cadaver-dog." He had to chuckle a little to himself.
The sheriff was clearly not amused, but Scott had managed to get his attention. "You mean... okay. Let's go then. Let's see what we can find before I make the call."
They had to take the jeep since Mr Stilinski's car was still outside Derek's place. Several times during the drive towards the Hale-house it seemed like the sheriff was about to say something, but every time he just sighed instead. Scott knew that the guy had more questions about the whole werewolf-revelation, but was happy that he didn't have to deal with them right now.
As soon as they got there, Scott jumped out of the car and sniffed into the air. Even after so many years, the smell of burnt wood was still lingering around the house. He walked around for a bit and soon, he picked up the unmistakable scent of werewolves. It was faint, which told him that they weren't there anymore, but it was pretty clear that they'd been close by this evening.
When the pungent smell of a corpse hit his nostrils, Scott was surprised that the sheriff couldn't smell it too. He took a few steps towards an opening between the trees on the side of the house, and took a deep breath. "Come on." He urged the sheriff to follow him as hurried into the woods.
As the animal trail he was following merged with a broader path, the scent became almost overwhelming. Scott slowed down a bit to let the sheriff catch up. "We're close, probably down there." He threw a peek over his shoulder before he continued on.
"I can smell it too." Mr Stilinski whispered from behind him. And there it was, spread out in the middle of the path, a dead body. Scott recognized Boyd immediately, even if the corpse was seriously mutilated.
Scott lifted his head abruptly when another scent hit him. A small breeze brushed against his face, carrying a familiar smell. Seconds later, he could hear them. The sheriff was oblivious to the fact that someone was coming, and got visibly startled when Isaac and Allison emerged out of the darkness of the woods.
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They'd cooked together a story on how they found the body. Scott and Allison had been out on a moonlight walk through the woods when they stumbled upon it. Scott had naturally called his best friend's father, and as soon as Mr Stilinski came to the scene, he'd called it in. They've all agreed to keep Isaac out of it completely.
Isaac felt a little lost. He had nowhere to go at the moment. He didn't want to disturb Derek and Stiles, so he decided to just roam the streets until morning. Without a car, he had to get to town on his own feet, but one of the perks of being a werewolf was speed, so he knew he'd still get there shortly.
He sent Derek a quick text explaining briefly what had happened, and told him to call if he needed more facts.
When he found a diner that was open through the night, Isaac decided to hang there for a while. He dug through his pockets to find some money before he ordered a coke. He took it with him to a booth and slumped down. A few nights ago, he'd been happy and content. Now he was in mourning. Boyd, Erica, and he got together because of Derek. The three of them had never been friends before. Isaac couldn't even remember exchanging one word with any of them before they became pack-members.
It was still sad as hell. Erica – the epileptic – the laughingstock in her class, had found a new confidence. Sometimes she behaved like a cocky little bitch after the bite, but who could blame her. Boyd had always been a loner, partly because he was intimidating and unfriendly, but mostly because he was poor. Isaac knew that he and Boyd had some similar memories from childhood, but since they never really crossed paths, they had never shared them.
Not until Derek scrambled them together in his sorry excuse for a pack. Isaac secretly blamed Derek for their deaths. If he hadn't been rushing to build his pack, he could have done a better job of it. As an Alpha, he really sucked. As a friend, he'd turned out to be one of the best.
Isaac wished he didn't have these mixed feelings. He liked the new Derek, and he was pretty sure that Derek's change had everything to do with Stiles. That Peter decided to leave town could of course be part of it. That family-conflict could possibly never be fully mended.
Indulged in his own thoughts, he watched as the diner emptied. It was way past midnight, and except for himself, only one other guest was left. The man by the counter, counting change to get a cup of coffee, was probably homeless. His clothes looked like they could have been new sometime in the eighties. His hair was matted and tangled, and his shoes could fall apart any minute.
For Isaac, it was like looking at a future self. This was what he would become. He had no home, he had no money, he really didn't have any friends either. The few people he'd called friends lately was really just new acquaintances he'd only hung out with for a few months.
The slam of the door made Isaac look up. Scott came straight towards him. "I could smell you in here as I passed. Why are you here?" He sat down across from him. Scott had the decency to look away for a second as Isaac wiped a tear of his cheek. "I, I wanted to let Derek and Stiles have some privacy. I need to find a place." He tried to put on a smile, but Scott wasn't fooled by it.
"Derek and Stiles." His face hardened as he said their names. "I see. Okay. You're coming home with me, you can't sit here all night."
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Mr Stilinski tried to stay focused on the problem at hand. This was, after all, a murder investigation. It wasn't easy, and he was actually happy that the county sent more manpower to help them out. Unlike when they found the girl, when the medical examiner didn't show up for four hours, he came promptly this time.
Scott and Allison were let go shortly after, with a caution to show up at the police station the next day. The sheriff did his best to stay out of the way while the CSU did their job. He was clenching a piece of paper in his hand hoping that nobody would notice that something was missing.
As soon as he was let go too, he ran back to the Hale-house to get the jeep. Speeding though the woods, he felt an intense urge to do his own research. At Derek's place, he pondered on knocking the door, but decided against it. He left Stiles' car outside and took his own back to the station.
First of all, he needed to find out more about this Derek-person. Scott had claimed that Stiles' was in love with this guy, but that could not be true. He knew his son. Stiles wouldn't just fall in love with a guy. Regardless, everything they had on file on the Hale-family had to be checked out again.
The station was practically buzzing. Getting his hands on the older files could be difficult, but everything he could access on the computer would be a piece of cake.
With the new revelations in mind, he also vaguely remembered the incident at the station where he himself was cuffed to the wall and eventually knocked out. He'd seen things back then that he didn't believe, and he'd always thought it was just hallucinations brought on by the slight concussion he suffered.
Revisiting the files, he remembered Derek more clearly. The fire in the Hale-house had been a big thing back then, but without any witnesses they had to stop the investigation. When the body of Laura Hale was discovered, they looked into it again. Derek was arrested on suspicion of murdering his sister few months ago, but the charges didn't stick. Mr Stilinski wished that he'd taken more time interviewing him. Leaving it to another officer was a bad choice, but who could have known. As soon as Derek was proven innocent, the guy just became a name in a file.
Everything that happened later, with the Argent family, had made the sheriff forget about the guy completely. And then they had all these, seemingly, random murders. It had been a few busy months. The whole Hale-family was soon forgotten, and now Mr Stilinski tried his best to remember if Derek had been around back then. He remembered his face, but couldn't tell if he'd seen him with Stiles, proving that this had gone on for a while.
Mr Stilinski pulled the crumbled piece of paper out of his pocket. It was the same list they'd found on the girl. One of the few differences was that this one was clean. On this one the crosses next to Reyes' and Boyd's names was clearer. The two names written in pen on the other one, was now typed. 'Stlinsky' was still misspelled, but the message was clear as day.
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Stiles and Derek were lying next to each other, lacing their fingers together. After the quickest shower in the history of showers, they'd dived back into bed. "Hmm. Derek? That was... nice, I mean awesome." Stiles sighed and turned to Derek. "I can't wait until I'm fully healed, this combined with..." He rolled his eyes. "I'm drooling already."
Derek smiled to himself before he moved over to embrace Stiles. "We might not... Your dad. Things can change." He could see that Stiles frowned a little, before he flashed his teeth in a bright smile. "Oh, sourwolf, let's enjoy this and not worry about... things... that can change."
A howl from the distance made Derek sit up abruptly. It was not a familiar voice. He looked at Stiles. The guy had obviously not heard the sound, but the expression on his face told Derek that he knew that something had changed already. "What? Are they here? You're scaring me."
Against all instincts, Derek lied back down on the bed. He wrapped his arms around Stiles and pulled him closer. "Don't worry about it. I'm here. We'll be fine."
He knew it was a bad choice. He should have rounded up the forces and fought against this threat, but he didn't want to get out of bed tonight. Derek grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to cover them both. "Sleep tight. We'll deal with this tomorrow."