Note:
The last chp was very long, too long. lol. This one is not, but it is still a nice length, 3,000 words. I have no clue how some people can write such long chapters on the regular. Props to you people. I could never.
This story has taken me to places I never thought I would travel with these characters. Originally, this story was only going to be a few chapters, and just purely smut, and then it became a dark, no-happy ending type story and now it has turned into something else. I just hope I didn't change this story too much, taking away the darkness out of it with this one chapter. This chapter is basically a happy ending type chapter but it's not the end of the story. I have at least two, maybe three more chapters to do to finish up this story.
*Brace yourself, this chapter contains love-making and it's not the best. ( Cringe ) I tried but honestly, I think my smut came out better than this scene and that's a bit of a downer because the lovemaking should be the superior sex scene.*
Anyway, enjoy!
The creaking of the bedroom door stirred Stiles awake. He blinked a couple of times before fully letting his eyes be consumed by the bright lighting.
"Master, is that you?" The teen asked, glancing over at the door to see a blurry figure coming closer.
The unknown person walked in without a word, piquing the teen's anxiety.
Stiles panicked as a thought hit him, What if it was Kate coming to finish what she started?
The last thing the teen remembered was the evil look on the woman's scarred face, and the shooting pains of the blade stabbing him in his side, before blacking out. The rest was pretty much a blur. He only remembered bits and pieces, hearing voices talking and seeing his Master, and even feeling strangely better from his touch, but that was it. After that, the teen fell back into a deep sleep.
What if Kate somehow escaped and was coming back to get her revenge?
Stiles's breathing picked up, and his heart throbbed loudly in his chest as the sound of footsteps came near.
He rubbed his once-tired eyes, letting them focus better on the stranger in the room. A familiar black dress the maids often wore came into view, alerting him that it was indeed a woman in his presence. She was looking down at the floor making it impossible to see her face fully. But from what Stiles could see, there looked to be scars on the side of her face, making him tense up at the discovery.
Was it Kate? Was she wearing a disguise to get to him? Was this it? Was this how the teen would die? All alone and terrified?
He squeezed his eyes shut and held his hands up in surrender.
"Please. Please." The teen whimpered, as he heard the sound of something being placed down on the chair next to the bed, and then, nothing.
Stiles's eyes flew open and he glanced over to see the new bedding sheets on the chair and a flash of red hair, as a strand had fallen from the maid's bonnet. He knew the girl, knew her very well, and considered her a friend, even if she didn't feel the same, anymore.
"Penelope?" The teen voiced in surprise.
She was the last person he expected to see, considering how upset she was with him the last time they spoke. It had been weeks since he saw her. It was very clear to Stiles she was avoiding him and honestly, he couldn't blame her. He broke his promise to the poor girl and now she was permanently scarred with the reminder.
"I was just bringing some new sheets." She announced cautiously from the corner of the room, noticing the teen's bothered state.
"Are…are you okay? Shall I get the doctor?"
"No, I'm fine."
"I heard what happened. You should know that lady can't hurt you anymore." Penelope claimed.
"Kate? How can you say that?"
"She's dead. Lord Hale made sure of it."
"Thanks." Stiles voiced, letting out a sigh of relief.
She nodded and quickly turned toward the door to escape.
"Penelope, wait!" Stiles called out, as he quickly jolted up in bed, causing a pull on his stitched side.
"Ouch!" He exclaimed.
The maid froze in her steps, unsure where to go.
"Please!" The teen begged, struggling to sit up in the bed.
She turned around with a torn look on her face before heading over to Stiles to help him out.
"Here. Let me." She insisted, grabbing a pillow off the side of the bed, and bringing it over to tuck into his side.
"Lean against it, and try not to move. You don't want to open up your stitches," Penelope instructed.
Stiles did as told, putting all his weight on one side, grunting a bit under his breath, considering it was his hurt side.
The maid then fixed the pillows behind his head, lifting the cushions up to give him better support.
"Okay, now lean back." She said, holding onto his arm to help guide him back.
"Thanks," Stiles replied with a small smile, grateful the pressure was off his wound.
"I should go. I have chores to do." Penelope voiced, feeling uncomfortable by the sudden closeness, walking towards the door once more.
"Hey Pen, for what it's worth, I'm sorry for what happened to you."
"I know Stiles. I'm sorry too." She said giving him a weak smile, grabbing the door handle to leave.
"Hey, before you go… do you know where Derek is?"
"Yes. The same place he goes every morning."
Stiles arched an eyebrow, curious.
"Where is that?"
"If he finds out I told you…" Penelope started to say, looking uneasy.
"He won't. I promise. Please, tell me." The teen pleaded.
"He's in the field where his family was murdered. He visits it every morning." She said quietly, before leaving and closing the door behind her.
Stiles laid back in bed letting the information soak in. Derek was all alone in the woods, and remembering one of the worst times of his life, with no one to comfort him.
The teen glanced over at the bedroom window with the view of the outside and let out a heavy sigh.
He wanted to be there for his Master like he was there for him when he needed help. He wanted to take care of Derek in ways no one has done in a long time. He wanted him to know that he wasn't alone anymore and that he was cared for. And he wanted to be the one to do it.
Stiles carefully made his way out of bed and opened up the dresser drawer, looking for something other than a robe he could wear outside the manor. The first drawer he opened was full of, you guessed it, robes. Some white, some black, and others red. The teen silently wondered if his Master had a different robe for every day of the week.
He closed the drawer and opted for the second one, pulling it open. Inside, there were different colored cotton shirts and a collection of pants and shorts. It was at that moment, that Stiles realized this wasn't Derek's personal dresser. He had never seen the wolf wear cotton anything since he had known the creature.
Stiles swallowed a lump forming in his throat, at the sudden realization. The collection of clothes belonged to none other, than his Master's past pets.
The teen grabbed a basic white T-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants that looked like they could fit his growing belly, and put them on before heading out of the room.
Stiles was about to pull the front door open when a hand on the wood stopped him.
"Excuse me, sir. Lord Hale gave special instructions not to let you wander outside." The guard voiced, blocking the door.
"I'm not planning on running off and getting into trouble. I just want to see him," Stiles claimed, giving his now, kicking belly a soothing rub to calm it.
"I will make sure to inform the Lord of your wishes when he returns to the property."
Stiles let out a frustrated huff, "Do you know where he is right now?"
"Yes, I do."
"Great, take me to him." The teen demanded, grabbing for the door handle again, only to be blocked once more by the guard.
"I cannot. Lord Hale requested that no one interrupt him at this time."
"Well, lucky for you I'm not a "no one." I'm a "someone." Someone with the future king of this land in my belly. Now, are you going to help me, or do I have to tell your Lord, that you were uncooperative?" Stiles challenged, raising an eyebrow.
The guard straightened up in alarm, "No, sir. Sorry, sir. He voiced before quickly moving out of the way so the teen could open the door.
He then waited until the boy was outside before following suit.
"Right this way." He expressed, letting Stiles take ahold of his arm to lean on, as they carefully stepped down the stairs onto the solid ground, before heading off side by side into the wide field in search of Derek.
The teen walked a bit until the glimpse of a dark creature at the far end caught his sight. A creature he had come to know over the past few months together.
"Wait, here." Stiles ordered as he continued to walk.
"But, sir." The guard stressed, glancing around on edge.
"I'll be fine." The teen assured him before continuing on his way.
Stiles walked cautiously over, careful not to make any sudden movements, not quite sure how his Master would take to the idea of the teen invading his personal space, especially when he requested not to be bugged. But he felt confident enough that the creature wouldn't try anything considering he was the one carrying his baby.
The closer he got, the more he could make out the scene before him. There was a single grave sitting raised up on the ground, surrounded by a meadow of golden grass and yellow weeds that looked like little flowers. Next to the grave sat Master, in wolf form. He had one of his big, black paws resting on the headstone that read, "The Hale Family" in the engraving. And down on the ground, there was a single white rose.
The teen watched intrigued as the wolf tipped his head up and let out a strained whine, as if he was in pain.
Stiles took a step forward wanting to comfort the wolf, only to step on a twig, snapping it, and
grabbing the wolf's attention.
The black wolf quickly swung his head around in the teen's direction and tensed up, realizing he was not alone. He got up on all fours and growled in warning, causing Stiles to freeze up in his spot.
"Derek?"
The wolf stiffened up at his name being called and pointed his snout out, quickly sniffing the air around him, gathering the scent of the intruder, before his ears perked up and his narrow green eyes widened at the realization.
"It's just me, Stiles. I came to pay my respects." The teen voiced, with his hands held up as he started to walk closer.
Wolf Derek looked him over cautiously. Once he realized he wasn't a threat he laid back down beside the grave.
Stiles let out a relieved sigh, once he felt his presence was accepted, and then turned his attention to the scenery around him.
He eyed the meadow as a determined look covered his face. The teen reached one of his arms out towards the ground trying to grab for the yellow wildflowers with little success, letting out little grunts in stress as the wolf eyed him in curiosity.
Wolf Derek shook his head side to side in defeat before getting up from his spot, and heading over. He came behind Stiles and pressed up against him, letting the teen know he was there.
"Oh." Stiles voiced, realizing Derek was offering him the support he needed.
The teen cautiously placed his free hand on the wolf's back, as he leaned down once more, this time picking up some of the yellow Dandelions from the ground.
Once satisfied, he pushed off on the wolf's back, standing fully up with the flowers in tow.
"Thanks," Stiles said with a small smile.
Without saying a word, the wolf headed back to his resting spot by the grave, laying his head down.
"Uhh, Derek? I'm sorry, but I think I need help sitting." Stiles said embarrassed, blushing slightly.
The wolf let out a heavy sigh, before getting up and heading over, letting the teen lean on his back once more, as Stiles worked on getting down on the ground.
He then leaned forward the best he could, with his big belly, stretching out toward the grave site as the wolf watched on edge, staying close, curious about what his mate was trying to do.
The teen then placed the yellow flowers next to Derek's white rose, before leaning back in his spot.
The wolf's eyes widened looking over at the flowers, as the realization dawned on him, Stiles picked them purposely for Derek's family, and there were exactly four Dandelions, one for each lost member of the Hale family. He leaned down sniffing them, before glancing back at the teen with watery eyes at the gesture.
The wolf then moved closer to Stiles, resting his head gently on the teen's baby bump, and laying down next to his mate.
Stiles smiled down at the black wolf and ran a calming hand through his thick mane, humming softly, as wolf Derek closed his eyes drifting off to sleep.
Stiles opened his eyes realizing that he had fallen asleep in a sitting position, he looked around remembering where he was, seeing the Hale grave in front of him and then he turned his attention to the weight on his lap, glancing down to find a human Derek, sleeping, naked and curled up against his body, with his head still resting on the teen's belly.
Sometime during his sleep, the wolf must have changed back into human form. Stiles wasn't sure how, or why, but he liked to think his Master felt so comfortable and safe around the teen that he transformed back into his most vulnerable form, human.
The teen glanced up at the sky noticing gray clouds starting to cover the once bright sky. It wouldn't be long before it started to rain.
"Derek, we should head back," Stiles said softly, brushing his hands through his Master's thick black locks, earning a small smile in the process.
"Derek."
The older man soon opened his eyes and glanced around, before sitting back up, his eyes landing on the grave zoned out.
"Derek, are you okay?" Stiles voiced concern, trying to grab the older man's attention.
Derek turned to face his mate, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he studied the boy's face, starting at his eyes and ending at his lips.
Stiles gulped nervously, not sure what to say, "Umm…" He started, only to be cut off by his Master's soft lips on his mouth.
Stiles let out a gasp he didn't realize he was holding, as their lips parted from the surprising lip lock. The teen felt like he was in a daze as Derek leaned his forehead against his, trying to calm his now heavy breathing.
"Thank you," Derek said huskily, through closed eyes.
Soon the teen found himself mirroring his actions, panting away in need. Stiles pulled back from the creature's touch, making his Master open his eyes and face the teen in front of him.
Before the older man knew what was happening, Stiles quickly pressed his lips onto his, giving him quick, eager sucks not quite sure what to do.
Derek slid his hands to the side of his mate's face slowing down the kiss, making it more sensual, giving deep sucks on the younger boy's lips, causing him to open his mouth gasping.
Master guided his skillful tongue inside and began his assault on Stiles's mouth, playfully running his tongue against the teen's, giving him a feel of what to do, adding sucks, and nibbling in between.
Stiles moaned against his Master's mouth and copied his actions, working the creature up into a frenzy, as the once-tamed, soft kisses soon turned rough and passionate. The pair only broke apart shortly after, when Derek pushed Stiles onto the grass, getting on top and making quick work on the teen's clothes, before becoming engulfed in each other once more, their kisses becoming feverish.
Stiles broke away from his Master's mouth as he fought to breathe, and felt a very hard cock pointing at his thigh, getting it wet with precum.
He moaned and gripped Derek's back, as the older man's mouth traveled down to the teen's neck, playfully nipping, and sucking on the flesh.
"I want you. Now." Derek voiced huskily, sending shivers down the teen's spine.
"I'm all yours," Stiles replied, capturing his Master's lips back into another round of kisses.
Stiles gasped as he felt Derek enter him mid-kiss, and threw his head back against the ground, completely immersed in the sensation of having all of his Master.
Derek groaned against his neck, before taking the flesh into his mouth once more, wanting to mark it up with his teeth and make the teen his fully.
"Don't stop, please." Stiles moaned out and arched his back, as the older man nibbled on his now pink flesh, while thrusting into his needy hole.
Master grunted against the boy's neck, trying to control his want to fuck the teen, trying to keep his movements soft and deep, wanting the experience to last longer and leave a strong impact.
"Oh god. It feels so good." Stiles gasped through tight eyes, clawing the older man's back in need.
"Look at me," Derek demanded, his green eyes full of desire and something else the teen couldn't quite make out.
"I can't. It's too intense." The teen whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Please." Derek breathed into Stiles's face, causing the teen to do as told, meeting his Master's gaze.
Their faces were just inches from each other as they continued moving their bodies together as one, only gasps and groans leaving their lips.
"Derek, I… uhh, I…"
"Shh, I know." He eased, sweetly touching the teen's cheek before leaning down and capturing his lips once more, and then picking up speed, thrusting deeper and quicker, their bodies smacking together from the force, only releasing the lip lock to let out a breathy grunt as the feeling became too intense needing to exhale.
"Der…Derek!" Stiles exclaimed, gripping his Master's muscular form for dear life as he felt his end near.
"Let it go, Stiles, cum for me."
"I want, uhh, I want to cum with you." The teen stressed, trying hard to control his need to release, feeling his balls tightening up.
"Fuck, I'm cumming, cum with me Sti…Stiles." Derek strained to voice, as his body started to tense up and his hips sped up, buckling on their own accord.
"Uhhh, I'm cumming!" Stiles cried out, as he shook and the intense high moved through his entire body, making his toes curl before spraying his warm cum all over his chest and belly, and laying back limp on the ground.
Derek followed suit, dumping his load deep inside his mate's tight hole, and then carefully collapsing to the ground beside him.
They both worked on their heavy breathing just as a few drops of rain fell down from the sky, giving their overheated bodies a much-needed cooldown.
Stiles found himself chuckling as more rain started to fall.
Derek glanced over at the blissfully happy boy and pulled him into a wet kiss. Their tongues played as they entangled their limbs together and the rain cascaded down their naked skin.
Suddenly Stiles broke the lip lock and gasped out loud.
"Derek."
"Hmm? He answered between sucks on the teen's flesh.
"It's coming."
Derek leaned down sweetly kissing the boy's lips once more before humoring him, "What's coming?"
"The baby."