I thought I'd update earlier, but I had an unexpected vacation trip with limited internet access. Chapter 47 is around the corner. I love your comments and hope to get some on this chapter. Thank you all so much for sticking with this long fic. I hope I won't disappoint you. Ever.

More Sterek smut. Alex and Mr Stilinski have a conversation where Alex reveals his secret plans for survival in the pack. Secrets about Jade is also revealed. Mr Stilinski wants to go home, and does so. Stiles and Derek go with him, leaving Alex and Isaac alone at the loft. Allison struggles a little bit controlling herself, and decides to try to find her anchor on her own. Isaac finally dares to face Alex, and is a little disappointed. Alex acts like nothing have happened between them. Later, when Isaac is fed and relaxed, he gets an intriguing question.

It had been the warmest night so far this summer, and it was steaming hot under the covers. Stiles flung the blanket aside to try to catch a little bit of coolness from the air. It helped a little. His body was covered in sweat, and not only that. Going to bed without cleaning up had been a bad idea. Stiles had cum everywhere, even in his hair. He wondered how he could get to the bathroom without anyone noticing.

The room that until last night had had a faint scent of Melissa was now reeking with male pheromones and sex. You didn't need wolf-senses to smell that. Derek was lying on his side with an arm under Stiles' neck. His skin was glistening in the sunlight, which was pouring through the window. His eyes were only half lidded, and there was a smile tugging on his lips. "G'morning." He whispered as he ran his hand down Stiles' torso. "Sleep well?"

Stiles turned to him and nodded. "Hmm, yeah." He covered his mouth with his hand and yawned. The yawn got suck in his throat when Derek grabbed his dick. "Oh, no, you're not!" He tried to push the hand away, but it was clenched firmly around his morning-boner. With his thumb, Derek rubbed the slit gently, as he moved in and gave Stiles' earlobe a quick lick. "Relax, it's still early, nobody is awake."

The slow tugs on his dick were quite pleasant, and Stiles decided to just indulge in the sensation. He closed his eyes and did his best to keep the breathing steady. Small faint moans escaped his throat, but he knew they wouldn't be audible for anyone outside the room.

"You want to fuck me?" Stiles startled when he heard the words whispered into his ear. It took a moment for him to realize the meaning, but his cock reacted instantly. It had been pretty hard already, but not fully erect. Now it felt like all the blood in his body had rushed to his crotch and it was almost painful.

Stiles hitched his breath and turned his head slowly to face Derek. "You, uh, can't say, eh, things like that." He tried to focus on Derek's eyes, but the memory from the shower, when Derek impaled himself on him came back and blurred his vision. It had been a new and exciting sensation, but he hadn't really participated much to it. Drugged up on painkillers and in no condition to move much, he'd just gone with it and enjoyed is as much as he could.

When he finally managed to get his eyesight back, he could see a little smirk on the face in front of him. "I guess that is a yes?" Derek gave him a quick kiss. "I can feel that the thought aroused you." He was still tugging on Stiles' dick and he had increased the speed somewhat. Stiles closed his eyes and tried to picture himself pushing his cock into Derek's ass. It was embarrassing how the mere thought of it made him cum. Streaks of white were pumping out, and he had to bite his lip to avoid making too much noise.

The blood that had been concentrated in his lower regions, rushed to his face and made his cheeks burn. Derek chuckled quietly as he drew patterns in the cum on Stiles' belly. "Hmm, you liked that thought, didn't you?" He lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked at his forefinger. "You taste good."

If the blood cells in his body had been equipped with a brain, they would be totally confused now. The signals they got had them running crazy. Stiles' cheeks were still uncomfortably warm from the blush, and he thought that there couldn't be much blood left in the rest of his body. Seeing Derek in front of him licking cum of his fingers, forced it back to his partially limp cock, and raised it to his fully erect state again.

"So that is a turn on for you?" Derek smiled at him and puckered his lips around his finger. Slowly he mover the finger in and out of his mouth. "Think about it. Your finger, my ass." Stiles groaned and covered his face with a pillow. "Stop it. Please." He grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his crotch. He could still hear the sucking sounds from Derek, and stuck his fingers in his ears. "No more, we have company, and I can't... I... you have to stop."

Derek's laugh was slightly muffled. Partially because Stiles fingers were pressed so far into his ears that he was pretty sure he could touch his brain, but also because Derek obviously tried to keep it down by covering his mouth.

"It's okay. I'm done. Come here." Derek removed the pillow from Stiles' face and forced his hands down. "It's just nice to know what you like." He smiled and stroke Stiles' cheek. "After all these months you haven't really told me. I've had to find out by myself."

Stiles sighed heavily and did his best to compose himself. "Well, technically I didn't really know myself, so..." He was still heaving a little. "I guess I too learned something new about myself today."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Mr Stilinski groaned as he stretched his body on the couch. It wasn't the worst sleeping quarters he'd ever experienced, but it came pretty close. He pitied the guys that had to sleep on this torture device while he'd been enjoying the comfort of Isaac's bed.

He should have used the spare mattress and crashed on the floor, but how could he have known. At home he'd fallen asleep on the couch multiple times, and it had been quite comfortable. Even if nobody had mentioned it, he knew that Stiles and Derek had shared this thing on a couple of occasions, and it was beyond him how they could possibly get any sleep out of it. He shuddered when he realized that they might not have been sleeping so much.

When he learned that his son was gay, it had saddened him. He wasn't homophobic or anything, but he knew what kind of hardships Stiles could experience. That he was in a relationship with Derek Hale had been even more disturbing. The guy had a reputation, and even if no charges were ever brought against him, he was still on the radar for the police.

Getting to know the guy had changed the sheriff's view on him, but he didn't believe for one second when he claimed that he and Stiles hadn't had sex. Mr Stilinski knew that he could have charged Derek with statutory rape, but he also knew that Stiles would resent him if he did. There were no indications to suggest that Stiles wasn't completely in on it either.

Mr Stilinski didn't know much about being gay, but he knew how boys were. He knew that given the opportunity, they would not hold back. Girls tended to be a little more cautious, although it didn't necessarily prevent them from going all the way either. He tried not to think about it, but it did bother him.

He heard a noise behind him and sat up abruptly. He felt the dizziness coming on, and had to take a moment before he turned towards the sound. Alex was struggling himself to his feet. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" He picked up the blanket and folded it nicely before he put it back on the mattress. The sheriff shook his head. "No, I was awake already." He tried to push himself off the couch, but his body was betraying him. He felt weak and after the night on the couch, he was aching in multiple places.

Alex rushed to his side. "You need any help, Sir. I... just tell me what you need me to do." He reached his hand out for Mr Stilinski to grab it. The sheriff shook his head. "No, it's okay. I just need a moment." He paused for a second. "Oh, you can help. Could you please make some coffee. I would have, but..."

Alex didn't hesitate for a second. "Sure, Sir. I'll do that. I'll make breakfast too. Just tell me if you need anything else." The boy hurried to the kitchen and prepared the coffeemaker, before he turned it on. Then he pulled a few items out of the fridge and started cooking.

"You went from being a prisoner to being a maid. How does that feel?" The sheriff was perfectly aware of the happenings that led Alex here in the first place. "From prisoner to slave." He said the words mostly to himself. Alex smiled at him. "No, it's not like that. I like to do this for them, for us."

The boy was quiet for a few seconds before he turned around and cocked his head. "I'm doing it for myself, really. I want to make myself irreplaceable. I want to be in this pack, and my trick is to win them over with good food." He chuckled a little as he turned back to the counter, but then he threw a peek over his shoulder. "And I really like to cook. I'm going to make this kitchen mine." Alex was beating a few eggs in a bowl. "I'm going to be the queen, uh, king in my little kitchen empire, and they won't even know what hit them." He looked at the sheriff and smiled shyly. "Don't tell them."

Mr Stilinski had to laugh. He'd seen this boy huddled up in the corner of the living room trying to be invisible. He hadn't payed much attention to him, but he'd got a feeling that he had been both scared and intimidated by Derek and the other werewolves in there. It was obviously not so. In the beginning, sure, but now he seemed more confident than any of them. He'd noticed the change when they were in the woods, but hadn't really spent much time thinking about it. "I won't tell, but you're a good cook, and you seem like a nice guy. I'm sure they will keep you."

Alex smiled and turned back to the counter. "This is so much better than at Hester's. Sure, there I had my own room and a nice bed, but here... I'm free."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Allison woke up early. She'd slept like a log, and felt completely rested. In a matter of seconds, the reality hit and she felt a shiver down her spine. She was a werewolf. She was a hunter. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to think. That was futile. She felt no urge to kill herself, but the conflict inside her was troubling. She'd woke up with the same thoughts in her head every morning since the full moon, but managed to push them away during the day.

The knowledge she had about werewolves, told her that she could 'wolf out' on any occasion if she didn't learn how to control it. The blood-lust could possibly cause her to kill innocent people in her path. Any situation that could increase her heartbeat, would be dangerous to people around her.

She knew perfectly well that it could take a while to manage the urges, and she should probably talk to Derek about it. Allison was pretty sure that Scott could also tell her what she needed to know, but she was worried about being around him too much until she could control herself.

The sexual attraction she felt when she thought about him, made her claws come out in an instant. She worried that she could rip his throat out in the heat of the moment, so it was better to stay away. She thought about the black widow spider, killing her lover during intercourse.

It had not been a problem when they partied in the woods, and Allison wasn't sure why. She still decided to play it safe and find out more before she dared to have sex with him.

-o-o-o-o-o-

"So when are we going to snuff them out." Jade was pacing the living room, doing her best not to look at Troy. The moment her mom had brought him into the house, Jade had fallen head over heals in love with him. At that point in time she was fifteen and not in any position to do anything about it. Now she knew she was the heir of this empire and sometimes, in the dead of night, she contemplated on killing her adoptive mother knowing that she'd inherit the business and the pack.

She usually shared every thought and feeling with her sister Joy, but this thing she'd managed to keep to herself. Her sexual frustration had led her to Eric's room on several occasions, but she could feel that he wasn't into it at all. He could probably sense the same from her, but they both managed to get a release to their cooped up desires.

Jade didn't know if Hester suspected anything, but she hadn't mentioned it. At one point in time Alex had walked in on them, but he he hadn't really seen much. Jade had been sitting on Eric's bed with her hand under the covers, working his dick to get him hard. When Alex emerged, they had both pretended that they were just talking.

When she didn't get an answer from her mom, she tried again. "When? We have to avenge this. They took Alex." She stopped and stared at Hester. Hester shook her head. "It wasn't such a great loss. He was weak." She sighed and rested against the cushions on the couch. "They will all die, and I'm working on it. Alex was a good boy and if you want him back, we can get him back, but I think he's compromised."

-o-o-o-o-o-

"I have to go home. I need to go home." The sheriff was pushing the leftovers around on his plate. "If not for any other reason than to check the house." Derek looked at him curiously. "I can check the house for you, that's not a good reason." He started to pick the dirty plates off the table. "I mean, if you want to go home, nobody can stop you, but..." He shrugged and was about walk over and put the plates in the dishwasher, when Alex grabbed them from him. "I'll do it."

Derek slumped down on the chair again. "Do you mean going home for good, or just..?" Derek threw his hand out and cocked a brow. The sheriff shrugged a little and took a sip from his coffee. "I don't know. I just need to get home for a while at least. Sleep in my own bed, you know."

Alex finished up clearing the table, and then he poured some more coffee for Derek and Mr Stilinski. As soon as Alex had gone back to the kitchen, Derek leaned forward and sighed. "I understand. It should be possible, but you can't be there alone." He nodded, mostly to himself. "I'll go with you."

Mr Stilinski seemed to think about it for a second, as he rubbed his chin. "Yeah... But what about Stiles? Would you leave him here with them." He nodded towards the kitchen. Isaac was still in his room, but Derek knew what the sheriff meant. He worried that Isaac and Alex couldn't protect his son.

"He, we could go there the three of us. I'm sure Stiles would like that." Derek looked up just as Stiles exited that bathroom. "What would I like?" He limped towards them, scrunching his face every time his injured foot touched the floor. "What are you talking about?" He'd reached the couch and slumped down, breathing heavily. "I should probably stay off it for a while longer." He lifted his foot and put it on the table. "So, what?"

When they told him about their plan, Stiles nodded seemingly in approval. "Yeah, sure. Splitting the pack up even more sounds like an excellent idea." His facial expression did not fit the hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Are we supposed to just leave Alex and Isaac to their own fate?" He rolled his eyes.

"This is the safest place around." Derek nodded towards Alex. "If they keep the front door locked and stay inside, they'll be fine." He shook his head. "You worry about them? We, you, will be more at risk, but I think we should take that risk. As your dad said before, we need to try to get our lives back."

After a little back and forth, they decided to leave in the afternoon. Alex hadn't commented on it at all, but he seemed to be okay with the plan. Isaac was still in his room, and they decided not to disturb him.

"Will you be bored?" Stiles addressed Alex when he came over with a plate of fresh baked cookies. The guy smiled at Stiles. "I'm never bored." He turned to Derek. "I would like to clean this place. Like really clean it." He looked down as if he was a little embarrassed. "I mean, it's not... I mean..."

Derek chuckled. "Don't worry, I know this place could need a good scrub-down. I'm not offended. Do whatever you like." The loft wasn't exactly filthy, but it bore clear signs of having inhabitants that didn't like to put too much effort into cleaning. "I mean if you really want to. Don't feel that you have to."

Alex smiled widely as he scooted away. "I really want to. It's not my favorite pastime, but I like a clean house." Derek picked a cookie off the plate and took a bite. "Mmm, good. Did you really make them just now?"

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Allison watched her dad examining the blueprints in front of him. He'd been excited to have found them, and he'd called Derek immediately. After talking on the phone for a while, he'd started to do some research online to learn as much as possible about building a house. In his younger years he'd worked construction to support himself through university. Being a part time student it had taken a while, so he'd participated in raising a few homes over the years.

He seemed eager to get started, and Allison got the feeling that he was even more into this than Derek. This morning he'd searched through Kate's belongings, because he knew she'd had the blueprints of the Hale-house stashed away somewhere. They all knew the reason for it, but that was ancient history now.

When Allison questioned his enthusiasm, he'd looked at her with a lopsided smile. "I can't hunt anymore, business is slow at the moment, I need something to occupy my mind and my body with." He'd sighed. "That doesn't mean I like the idea of you moving in there; that has nothing to do with it."

Allison knew. She was perfectly aware of her dad's opinion on that, even if he hadn't argued his point of view in so many words. If she decided to do it, there was nothing he could do to stop her regardless.

"We're, uh, Derek is going to need and electrician." He was probably taking with himself, so Allison didn't comment. "The plumbing could be tricky with such a big house, but I think I can manage most of it." Allison decided to leave him alone. She had her own problems at the moment that had to be addressed. She wanted to hang out with Scott, and finding her anchor was important.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

'Alone in the loft with Alex.' Isaac could of course come up with worse scenarios for the next twenty-four hours, but this was not good. Pleading and begging wouldn't do. He knew he had to deal with it one way or the other. Going to the McCall's was out of the question. Just before they left, Derek had come to his room and told him to stay put; he did not want Alex to be left alone, and Isaac couldn't really find any decent excuse for not following the Alpha's demand.

He'd heard them loud and clear when they talked about it over breakfast. Isaac had chosen to let them believe he was still sleeping, because he didn't want to meet Alex. The thoughts he'd had in his head last night as he jerked himself off was haunting him now, and he could never look at the guy the same way again.

He trembled by the mere thought of having him so close, and seeing him would probably make it even worse. He would probably have to face him sooner or later; he couldn't stay in his room forever, but he needed to get these feelings under control first.

When Derek came to his room, he'd also asked him if he was okay. They had all been a little concerned when he didn't come out for lunch either. Isaac had assured him that everything was fine, but that he had missed his bed, and wanted to sleep till he couldn't close his eyes anymore.

He didn't think they understood his real reason for shutting himself in, although he'd seen the little wink Stiles gave him over Derek's shoulder as he said goodbye. Isaac pretended not to notice, and he was happy that Stiles didn't open his big mouth to say anything.

After almost fifteen hours cooped up in there, he was both hungry and thirsty, but his main concern was that he needed to pee so bad. He could hear Alex out there, singing along to the loud music he'd put on. Isaac knew he was cleaning, and seemed to have a good time roaming around alone.

At this very moment, he was in the bathroom and Isaac could almost not stand the sound of running water, as the guy obviously was busy scrubbing the tiles in the shower. He pictured Alex leaning on the wall as water-droplets hit his hair and his skin. The shirt was probably clinging to his body from the humidity, and he would have to push the curls away from his big brown eyes. Isaac moaned quietly and rubbed a hand over his semi, but he let it be with that.

The second he heard Alex leave the bathroom and whistled his way towards the kitchen, Isaac darted out and hurried to lock himself in the bathroom. After unloading what felt like a gallon of pee, he felt much better. He took his time in there, shaving and showering, before he dared to peek out.

Alex had emptied all the cupboards in the kitchen and was standing on the counter between canned goods and cereal boxes, cleaning the top shelves. Isaac took a couple of deep breaths, before he slowly walked over there. "Morning," he mumbled as he reached for the handle on the fridge. He could feel Alex' eyes on him from above. "Morning? It's afternoon, well evening, sort of." Alex jumped down from the counter. "I worried that you had died." He put his hand on the door to the fridge, preventing Isaac from opening it. "Go sit down, I'll fix you some food. It'll only take me a minute."

It took a little more than a minute, but not much more before Isaac had a plate of food in front of him. "Just a little appetizer." Alex must have been waiting for Isaac to come out soon, because the dish was already made and he'd only had to put some final touches on it. "It's a traditional Italian antipasto. Simple, but delicious. Mozzarella and tomatoes basically."

Isaac didn't know if it was because Alex had made it, or if it was because he was seriously starved, but he could have sworn it was the best appetizer he'd ever had. Alex also provided him with a glass of wine. "So you're not old enough, but who's here to complain." Wine wasn't Isaac's preferred drink, but Alex could have served him dishwater and he would have drank it.

It took another ten minutes before the main course was brought to the table. This time, Alex made a plate for himself also. It was home-made lasagna with a side of arugula salad. They ate in silence.

Isaac was slightly disappointed that the conversation in the woods never came up. Not because he wanted it to, but he'd been cooped up in his room for hours on end, worrying about it. Now it seemed like his worries had been totally unnecessary.

It wasn't until later, after Alex decided to do the rest of the cleaning in the morning, that the situation changed. Alex was in the shower and Isaac was slouching on the couch, totally relaxed. He flipped through the channels on the TV, and even if he could hear Alex come out of the bathroom, he didn't react.

He felt a drop of water landing on his arm, and without thinking about where it came from he moved his hand to wipe it away. "How about now?" Alex was leaning over the back of the couch with his mouth inches away from Isaac's ear. Isaac got startled, and he automatically turned his head. Those lips were so close that it was impossible to focus on anything else. Isaac whimpered a little and tried to avert his gaze. "I don't..., uh." He hitched his breath. "...know." He knew, he knew perfectly well that he wanted to close the gap between them, but he was scared. When Alex' opened his mouth slightly and licked his upper lip, it was impossible to take it any longer. "Yeah, okay, yes, now is okay."