TEEN WOLF - MPREG BIG BANG - A Legend of a Lonely Boy - Part Three

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He wasn’t hiding. Derek Hale didn’t fucking hide. He’s the alpha, dammit.

He’s just … avoiding.

The first of his pack had turned the street to the Stilinski’s house and he’d had a sudden urge to flee the premises. So now he was sitting in the bathtub of the second floor bathroom in his penguin pajama pants listening to the full house downstairs. Isaac had informed everyone that the Sheriff was now ‘in the know’ and the group of teens were currently basking in the attention of an adult. Sharing stories and exploits of the last year. The alpha could tell that John was suitably horrified by a lot of what they’d done, but was trying really hard not to let it show in his voice.

Derek just stared at his bare feet pressing against the opposite end of the tiny tub. He wiggled his toes. Stiles said the pup should be developing its fingers and toes right now. He wondered if she (he was getting more and more sure it was a girl) would have his toes. Maybe she would have Laura’s toes. Maybe she would have Laura’s everything. A tiny version of Laura. He grinned. She would be a hellcat and a terror and absolutely amazing.

He hoped she didn’t get too many traits from Peter. Although Peter’s hair color was similar to Stiles’… so that … that wouldn’t be too bad. And John had blue eyes just as bright as Peter’s had been … so even if she got those he could say it was from her Grandpa. That would be okay. Yeah.

There was a quiet knock on the bathroom door. He could tell it was his mate.

“Derek?”

The door cracked open and Stiles poked his head in.

“Are you going to hide in here all day?”

The alpha growled.

“I’m not hiding. I’m avoiding.”

Chuckling, the teen slipped into the room and shut the door behind himself.

“And what are you avoiding?”

Derek shrugged. He wiggled his toes again and thought about the pup doing the same.

“Instinct.”

“You’re avoiding instinct?”

The werewolf rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically as he pulled himself to his feet.

“No. Instinct is telling me I shouldn’t be down there in the open with all those wolves. It’s telling me to stay up here and keep the pup safe.”

Stiles nodded.

“Okay … but you know they’re not going to hurt you, right? These are your betas… and they’re all still kids. None of them are born werewolves, so the instinct to seek out weakness in their alpha probably isn’t even there. You have to trust them, Derek. They’re your pack.”

He opened the bathroom door and Derek took a deep breath.

“They’re probably going to laugh at your penguin pj’s, though … I’m just saying.”

Derek growled.

“I fucking love these pants.”

The teen snorted and patted him on the shoulder.

“I know, big guy. Let’s do this. Dad and I will be there the whole time, okay?”

He grunted in response and followed Stiles down the stairs to the ridiculous amount of noise the pack was creating in the main living room. The closer he got, the more he could feel the hackles of his wolf raise in irritation. When they passed the kitchen someone stepped up behind them, and although Derek could recognize it as Isaac, he was starting to feel cornered. A low level growl was emerging deep in this throat before he could help it.

When they turned the corner to walk into the living room… there was instant silence. Boyd and Erica shot to their feet, eyes flashing, and he tried to take a step back but Isaac was now in the doorway. Cornered! Cornered! He could feel his fangs lengthen and his face shift. He roared a threat that had the picture frames rattling on the walls. Behind him Isaac shifted abruptly and Derek all but flew forward to the other side of the room. He braced his back against the wall and crouched low in a defensive stance.

Now everyone had jumped to their feet and his growling was reaching manic levels.

TOO MANY! TOO MANY!

Something blocked his vision. His mate was suddenly standing between him and the other wolves.

“OH MY GOD!!! Would all of you please sit down and stop acting threatening!?”

Isaac immediately plopped straight to the floor and the alpha was so proud of his beta for obeying his mate. It took a few more moments for the others to follow suit. Derek snarled and snapped at them from around his mate’s legs as they finally complied. The Sheriff had dropped down next to Isaac and was patting the teen on the shoulder affectionately. Derek rumbled a purr of approval.

Scott was the last standing. Always stubborn to the end. The alpha’s mate was raising his voice.

“Dammit, Scott! Sit down!”

“Why? What’s wrong with him? If he’s gone feral-”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, he hasn’t gone feral… you’re just threatening him right now and his wolf brain is in an over-protective agitated state. Don’t make it worse.”

Scott finally eased himself down next to his hunter girlfriend and the alpha snapped his teeth at him in reprimand for arguing with his mate.

“Alright, you big sourwolf… that’s enough of that. We need rational Derek right now, not I’ll-eat-your-face-off-for-looking-at-me-sideways Derek.”

His mate kneeled down in front of him. The alpha stopped his growling as the room grew silent around them. His mate’s long, lovely fingers came up to frame the alpha’s face and a happy noise rumbled out of his chest. He leaned in close to nuzzle at the warm skin of his mate’s neck, ignored the sharp inhales from around the room.

“You gotta come back, big guy. This is your pack. They aren’t going to hurt you, remember?”

The alpha rumbled another happy purr and tilted his head back to bare it for his mate. He remembered his mate biting him on the neck and bringing back the calm. Someone wheezed from far away, but he didn’t pay attention because his mate was leaning forward and biting hard at the curve of his neck.

Derek gasped loudly and immediately sank back against the wall, ass hitting the floor with a thump. He could feel the wolf slip away from his mind and his visage. Stiles had released his neck and was making soft, shushing noises as Derek tried to calm his breathing. There was a shuffle of movement to his right, and when he turned to look Isaac was trying to move closer to him along the wall. Derek reached his arm out toward the beta and motioned him forward. Isaac practically dove into Derek’s side, wrapping his arms protectively around the tiny bump of the pup.

Stiles chuckled at the beta and shifted until he was leaning against the wall next to Derek, visually presenting them as a united front to the stunned room around them. The Sheriff had even scooted closer to Isaac’s side in his show of support. Boyd and Erica slinked off the couch to sit on the floor and moved slowly towards them. Isaac growled low at them in warning and they stopped moving closer.

On the couch Scott, Allison, Jackson and Lydia just looked completely floored by the past few minutes. After several tense seconds, they all slid to the floor one by one and moved forward to join Erica and Boyd. Scott whispered into the heavy silence.

“Stiles… what the hell is going on?”

Next to Derek, his mate grinned and leaned forward.

“We’re going to have a story time, boys and girls… and you’re all going to shut up and listen for a little bit, okay?”

Jackson started to sneer, but Derek snarled at him and the beta dropped the attitude. Stiles reached over to pat Derek’s knee approvingly.

“In werewolf families there is a legend of a lonely boy. A very lonely boy who was also an alpha.”

Derek cocked a curious eyebrow at his mate. That was exactly how his mother had begun the tale. Stiles snorted at the look on his face.

“What? You thought I wouldn’t look it up? Now tell your eyebrow to be quiet.”

Isaac giggled as Derek rolled his eyes and Stiles continued.

“The very lonely alpha had no pack, nor territory to call his. His only friends were the Great Dog Star and its little pup. He would speak to them every night about his solitude. No other wolf would mate with him because he had no family nor land of his own. He would cry and howl at the moon in sorrow and the Great Dog Star would try to console him. One day the little pup told the lonely alpha that the Great Dog Star would soon play chase with the moon and some of his brightest brothers and sisters. On that night, for just a few moments, while all the bigger stars played their game the little pup would glow brighter than it ever had before. And if the lonely alpha coupled with another creature at that moment, any creature, the little pup would gift him with a pup of his very own.

The lonely alpha was so excited that he immediately ran through the woods and snatched up as many creatures as he could find. A dozen or more were gathered by him with great anticipation. A stag, a boar, a fox, even a man from a nearby human village. When the moon rose that night and the stars began to play, the little pup told the lonely alpha it was time, and so he coupled with every creature he had gathered. When the sun rose in the morning he was drained to near the point of death, but by the next year the alpha was no longer lonely, because he had a dozen young pups to keep him company.”

It took a few minutes for Derek to realize that he had closed his eyes during Stiles’ story. It was almost the exact way his mother had told it and a honeyed warmth had seeped into his chest during the telling. The others in their gathered circle were quiet for a couple moments before Jackson (being Jackson) had to break the silence.

“So… what does a story about a werewolf raping a fuck-ton of animals have to do with Derek wigging out?”

Derek tensed, but before anyone could notice Lydia plowed an elbow into Jackson’s ribs… hard.

“Jesus, Jackson! Try to think outside your narrow little box every once in a while, okay!”

Jackson just wheezed at her while he held his side. Lydia scooted forward another foot.

“Okay, so look for the truth in every legend, right? So obviously Stiles told us that story for a reason. What’s the breakdown? There’s a werewolf. Planetary alignments. And suddenly things are pregnant with werewolf babies that shouldn’t be pregnant with werewolf babies, right?”

Derek was impressed that she cut to the chase that quickly, but she was studiously avoiding his gaze… so he figured she already knew all there was to possibly know. Beside him, Stiles beamed at the red-head like she had hung the fucking moon and Derek felt a little sick at heart. He remembered overhearing about the teen’s epic crush on Lydia, that as far as he knows… had never stopped. Suddenly Allison gasped and gripped Scott’s arm tightly.

“Stiles! Stiles! Are … are you … pregnant?”

Scott suddenly screeched.

“OH MY GOD! ARE YOU PREGNANT WITH DEREK’S BABY!?!”

There was an uproar of sound from everyone questioning Stiles, but his mate only laughed and shook his head. Isaac wrapped his arm a little tighter around Derek’s middle and the alpha sighed.

“NO! He’s not!”

The pack silenced and turned to their alpha. Derek groaned and leaned his head back to rest against the wall. A wave of encouragement traveled through the bond from his mate. Derek closed his eyes.

“I am. I’m pregnant.”

A shockwave of silence seemed to go through the gathered pack. Derek opened his eyes, gaze centered directly on Lydia. She had one delicate hand covering her mouth and her eyes were wide with terror and wet with tears. He silently begged her not to say anything. Scott cleared his throat and snapped Derek’s attention away from the redhead.

“Whose… I mean… whose-”

“It’s mine.”

Stiles smiled wide and bright. And Scott passed out.

~*~

When Stiles had moved away to help Allison drag her boyfriend to the couch, and the Sheriff had gone to find out if their first aid kit had smelling salts, Boyd and Erica had inched closer to Derek. Their eyes were wide with wonder and Isaac grinned broadly at them.

“It’s so amazing. You guys should feel it. Derek? Can they?”

Derek sighed and nodded. He opened his other arm and the two betas scurried close to his side. Isaac quickly grabbed their hands and gently placed them in position. Derek closed his eyes. He was beginning to understand why pregnant women bitched about people constantly touching their stomach. He called out to his little spark to meet more pack and she pulsed warm and bright in greeting. Erica squealed with delight and Boyd … Boyd giggled. Like a five year old.

Jesus Christ, this kid was turning them all into one big Lifetime movie. Shouldn’t there be a Christmas pageant, soon? Is the homeless man with the heart of gold going to turn out to be an angel? Will the poor widowed single mother find true love in the arms of the town’s newest ’bad boy’? And fuck you very much, Laura, for making him sit through all those god-awful things.

Jackson whined in the back of his throat and scooted a little closer on his knees. Derek rolled his eyes and made a motion with his hand, and then the asshole beta was there, too. Fingers splayed next to Erica’s with his mouth dropped open in a shocked little ‘o’. After a couple moments of silence, the alpha starting feeling his wolf twitch with agitation. It was all well and good that his pack had showed they still submitted to him, and were protective of the pup… but he still felt the overwhelming urge to duck away to the safety of a den.

Scott was finally beginning to rouse from his faint. (And Derek secretly hoped that Stiles gave the beta shit about that for years to come.) Allison was patting his back and doing her best to keep him calm. Stiles was helping Scott to his feet and laughing at him, with Lydia at his side. Irritation bubbled up in Derek’s gut before he could help it. He snuffled out a soft warning growl, and the betas around him immediately removed their hands and backed away. He shifted to push himself to his feet and suddenly his mate was right there. Derek could only stare at him as Stiles helped the alpha up with gentle hands, which continued to rest on the werewolf’s arms even after they’d made it upright.

“You okay?”

Derek nodded slowly, then gave in to temptation and leaned forward to rub his face into the curve of Stiles’ neck. He wanted his mate to smell of him and him only. He tucked his nose up into the skin behind the teen’s ear and took a deep inhale. The scent of his mate brought comfort and calm back into his mind, and he rumbled a soft purr of contentment.

There was a soft clearing of a throat in the silent room. Derek’s eyes snapped open and met Scott’s incredulous ones directly. The beta laughed a little hysterically before speaking.

“Uh… Stiles? Can we maybe finish with the… the explanations?”

Stiles chuckled and pulled away just enough to meet Derek’s eyes.

“You tired?”

The alpha could only nod wearily. His mate smiled gently and rubbed his warm hands up and down the werewolf’s arms a couple times in a comforting manner.

“Okay. I’ll take care of the rest of the meeting. Why don’t you go rest? You can listen in from upstairs, and add in anything if you want. That work?”

Derek just nodded again and slipped out of his mate’s grasp, grateful to be able to retreat back to his room. He turned away from the silent group and trotted towards the stairs.

“Did you take your vitamin this morning?”

He froze in his tracks, shoulders hunched up guiltily towards his ears.

Oops.

Stiles sighed, but before he could speak the Sheriff chuckled.

“I’ll get it for him. As you were.”

Derek took the opportunity to book it up the stairs. When he reached the hall that separated his room from Stiles’ he paused. The urge to tumble into his mate’s bed was strong, but he wasn’t sure what Stiles wanted the pack to know. If they heard him get into Stiles’ bed it might make the teen uncomfortable. Sighing, he slipped into the guest room and flopped face down into the mattress. He’d heard the explosion of voices as soon as he’d left to room, but he was tuning them out until Stiles got them all under control.

The Sheriff padded into the bedroom with a bottle of water and the prenatal vitamin. Derek shifted to his side and quietly accepted both from the other man. John simply smiled at him, patted Derek on the hip and retreated back down stairs to the chaos. After taking the pill and setting the bottle on the bed stand, Derek curled up under the covers and focused on the conversation taking place below him.

“I don’t understand what else you’re expecting me to tell you, Scott. Derek is pregnant. In the family way. With child. Carrying a pup. Which happens to belong to me. He is Mommy. I am Daddy.”

Derek growled.

“He just growled at you.” Thank you, Isaac.

Stiles sighed dramatically.

“I figured he would. He is slow in accepting that he his my big bad momma wolf, and before you confirm it Isaac, I am aware he probably just growled at me again.”

Derek snorted.

“Anyway, yes … magical mystical moon powers were at work, but let this be a lesson to the rest of you that you should always cover up. I mean, obviously I didn’t … but who would have thought that ass-babies were ever really a viable option, yanno? Certainly not me.”

“Stiles.”

“Sorry, Dad … I will refrain from speaking of ass-babies. Or sex. Although, damn you, Scott! As my BFF you should at least be happy for me that I bagged, like, the hottest dude in town! Hands down winner of sexiest werewolf award!”

Derek felt himself inexplicably flush a little across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. On the first floor Scott made a distressed noise.

“You think Derek is a sexier werewolf than me?”

Lord save him from teenagers. Stiles gagged.

“Dude! You’re like my brother! That’s disgusting! Can’t you just congratulate me for punching my V-card without getting all caught up in the jealously?”

“Stiles.”

“Sorry, Dad … but Scott questioned the hotness of my baby momma, and that shit just don’t fly.”

Derek jammed his face into the pillow and roared.

“He just growled at you again.”

“Yes, thank you, Isaac, I’m pretty sure we all heard that one. My boo is just sensitive about losing his figure.”

Erica burst into laughter and that was just about all of that Derek could take. He tore his face out of the pillow and bellowed as loud as he could.

“STILES!! I WILL RIP YOUR FACE OFF WITH MY CLAWS AND SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT WITH MY FIST!”

Silence. For two beats.

“Uh… he just said-”

“I got it, Isaac.”

There was a push of apology and affection through the bond and Derek groaned into the mattress. He understood that Stiles was, in effect, deflecting too many specific questions by keeping with this ridiculous conversation … but it was picking at the alpha’s last nerve of the day.

“Anyway, Scotty… all you guys need to know is that this is happening. This is real. We’ve already got Deaton working on keeping Derek and the baby healthy and strong, but the fact is… this is dangerous. To both of them. It’s a fluke of werewolf biology and possibly magic. He’s running a lot on instinct right now, which is making him very overprotective and skittish around anything he deems a threat. Hence the reason he’s holed up here. It’s my job as daddy wolf to protect him and keep him healthy and safe.”

Derek rolled over onto this back and sighed. Stiles was actually doing a really good job of providing the pack only the basic information without giving too much away. He spread his hand across his belly and closed his eyes. Wiggled his toes and imagined his little spark doing the same, again.

“What does this mean for all of us?” Boyd. First words Derek had heard from him all day. Stiles was quiet for several seconds before speaking up.

“It doesn’t really mean anything, does it? I mean… Derek is still your alpha. He’s just going to have to refrain from leading training sessions and stuff for a bit. Scott, I’m sure you can help with that, right? Then when the baby comes, it’s just going to be the pack plus one. And let’s not kid ourselves here, it’s going to be the cutest, fluffiest, most adorable plus one you’ve ever seen in your LIFE, right? And it takes a pack to raise a pup, so everyone will be involved and he or she will be the most spoiled rotten, fashionably dressed little werewolf the world has ever seen.”

If preening had a sound, Derek was pretty sure the females of the pack were currently making it. He could just imagine Lydia, Erica and Allison putting their heads together to furnish a nursery, buy clothes, and compete with Suri Cruise for tiniest fashionista award. They were going to flip right the hell out if he was right about the pup being a girl.

“So what do you need us to do, Stiles?”

God bless Isaac. Seriously… Derek was pretty sure he was his favorite.

“Well, now that Dad’s in the know, we’ll move the weekly pack meeting here. Thursday nights as usual. We’ll do our normal twenty minutes of serious business to be followed by movies or games or whatever. I can’t guarantee that Derek will attend all of them in person, but he’ll be here and you’ll be showing him your support… so that will be good. Scott, if you will continue to run whatever super secret wolfy training sessions Derek’s been drilling you with, I’ll take care of making plans for the next full moon.

I know you all take turns patrolling the territory. I would appreciate it if that continued and this house was added to the route. Just make sure you don’t come in unannounced. For now I think we should all just keep our heads down, noses clean, and pray to God nothing supernatural or creepy catches wind of us until the alpha is back up to speed. Does that work for everyone?”

Son of a bitch. Stiles being all assertive and taking charge of his betas was making Derek feel a little … maybe a lot … heated and itchy. In a good way itchy. Like when an itch has been driving you absolutely fucking crazy and you finally manage to scratch it just right, inducing a sort of toe-curling full-body tingle of euphoria. Yeah. Kinda like that. He arched his back a little off the bed as warmth began to pool way down south.

Murmurs of assent came from the gathered group downstairs.

“Right, awesome. So if nobody objects, we’ll break it off for the day.”

A spike of arousal shot through Derek’s system and he pushed his hips up into the air. Fuck. He didn’t know what the hell this was… hormones, mate-bond or what… but this was neither the time nor the place.

“Okay, so you guys can … uh … you … you can…”

“Stiles? You okay, son? You look a little flushed.”

Double fuck. The bond between them was currently wide open and Derek was gaining a gradually thickening cock and the urge to piston his hips up into empty air. He bit his lips until the tang of copper splashed over his tongue just to remain silent from werewolf senses.

“Yeah… uh … yeah… you guys need to go… NOW.”

There was a lot of commotion and confusion drifting up from the lower level, but at this point the alpha just couldn’t be bothered to give a damn. He hadn’t even thought about sex since the night Peter came back to life. Hadn’t touched himself once. Almost as if it had subconsciously become a taboo subject in his own mind. So maybe that was why it was coming back to bite him in the ass with a vengeance right now.

He was fully erect at this point. Swiveling his hips in little figure eights into the warm air of the room. There was a sheen of sweat building up on his skin, making the fabric of his tank catch and stick just a little. A low growl tumbled out of his throat as he arched his neck back until the top of his head was dug deep into the pillow.

“Um…”

The soft voice of his mate was coming from just around the corner of his door.

“Everyone’s gone. Even Dad. He went into work. So you can … you know … go to town. I’ll just be… you know, somewhere… doing … doing something.”

The pitch of Derek’s growling deepened with each syllable that passed his mate’s lips. He wanted to see the teen. Wanted to touch him. He just wanted.

“Stiles.”

Fuck. His voice was ridiculous. He didn’t even sound like himself. Too breathy and deep. In direct contradiction (because, of course) Stiles’ voice came out thready and high-pitched.

“The book said you would get a little heightened libido at some point, you know. Completely natural. Nothing to be embarrassed about or anything. Although I have no idea what set you off… unless it was the thought of ripping my face off, which I sincerely hope it wasn’t because I can’t see that falling under any form of healthy relationship with your-”

“Stiles… come here.”

He was overheating. Jesus fuck. He was burning up from the inside out. Regardless of what popular opinion may believe, Derek’s sexual experiences were few and far between. It was a little difficult to have an intimate encounter with another person when the woman who pretty much stole your virginity ended up brutally murdering your entire family shortly there-after. So yeah. Derek Hale. Not so much for relationships. He and his right hand got along fairly well, though.

Right now, he didn’t want to partake in that particular past time. Right now he wanted to connect physically with the mate he was bonded to emotionally. Right now he was curious if he could convince former monumental-pain-in-his-ass Stiles Stilinski to possibly assist him with a handy-j. And seriously… fuck his life. Fuck it hard in the ass without lube.

Somewhere right now Laura was doubled over in fits of laughter. He just knew it.

“Yeeeeeeeeah… uh… I don’t think I should do that, Derek. I think I’ll just stay out here. Where it’s safe. Where I can’t see what you’re doing… because you know I’m just a mere teenage boy with a libido that’s higher strung than a tightrope walker, right? And I can’t guarantee that whatever your currently doing won’t result in the immediate popping of chubbage, you know… and I would rather you not actually rip my face off for getting aroused in your presence or what-”

Derek snarled and finally pressed his palm against the obvious tenting in his pajama pants.

“STILES!”

“OH MY GOD!”

There was a thump that sounded very much like a forehead being knocked against a wall. It repeated a couple times before a shadow slipped around the corner and through the doorway. Derek focused his eyes on the teen’s face. As soon as the younger man had made visual contact with the bed, he’d slumped dramatically against the doorjamb.

“Oh. My. God. Seriously. You can’t do this to me, Derek. You can’t … that’s just… that’s just not fair.”

Derek sucked his own bottom lip into his mouth and between his teeth. His bit down hard as he continued to grind his hips into the air, pressing against the palm of his hand in glorious, glorious friction. Stiles had slapped a hand over his own eyes and was groaning weakly.

“Fuck. Oh my God. Fuck.”

The alpha whined, high and pained, and reached a hand out towards his jittery mate.

“Stiles. Stiles, please.”

The teen sucked in a quick gasp before dropping the hand that covered his face and taking a tentative step forward. His face was flushed pink and his eyes were dilated and glassy. He reeked of nervous, sexual energy.

“Okay. Okay. SHITFUCKSHIT. Just… just try and remember that you asked me to come over there, okay? Just don’t kill me.”

Derek groaned.

“I’m not going to kill you, Stiles.”

The teen giggled, hysterical and shrill, but he still shuffled forward until his shins were bumping at the edge of the mattress. He was practically vibrating in place with nerves, but there was a strong punch of arousal coloring his scent as well. Derek whimpered softly and stilled his hips to press firmly down on his cock. Stiles swallowed so strongly that his throat clicked.

“That is so, so-so-so-SO not fair.”

Quick as he could, Derek darted upwards to snatch Stiles by the wrist. He pulled the teen down until he was sitting beside Derek’s hip on the mattress. At this point Stiles was breathing harshly through his nose and flushed straight up to his hairline. Maintaining eye contact on the younger man’s face, Derek tugged the teen’s wrist forward until he was forcing that large, heated hand to flatten on the alpha’s belly. Slowly and deliberately, Derek pushed that hand lower and lower until Stiles’ fingertips were slipping underneath the waistband of the ridiculous penguin pants. Stiles sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers caught the crown of Derek’s cock where it was trying unsuccessfully to escape right out of said pants.

“Oh my God.”

Derek whimpered again, a pleading whine erupting at the tail end of the noise. He released the teen’s wrist and pulled his arm away to flop back onto the mattress. He was leaving it up to Stiles now. He wasn’t going to force anything more than this. His request and intentions were known, it was up to the boy if he would follow through with them.

Stiles took a sudden, steadying breath, and the next second his long fingers were wrapped around Derek’s dick and the werewolf fucking keened. Stiles made a soft shushing noise under his breath and then slowly began to stroke up and down the length of Derek’s cock. It was dry-going at first, until the younger man rubbed his palm over the crown and collected some pre-come to slick up his hand a little. The alpha whimpered as the pace picked up, he tried to piston his hips again, but the damn pants were causing all sorts of issues with range of motion.

“Shh.. Shhhh… I’ve got you.”

Stiles’ voice was soft and warm in the room. The teen’s other hand grabbed at the waistband of the pajama pants and carefully pulled them down enough to free both his occupied hand and Derek’s straining erection. The werewolf gasped a little when he was exposed to the air of the room, but it was so much easier now to shove his hips upward, and he started fucking into Stiles’ hand in earnest. The teen’s heartbeat was pounding loud in Derek’s ears, quick like a jack-hammer, and he was practically panting instead of breathing.

“Jesus, Derek… you look…”

Apparently complete sentences were beyond Stiles current mental capabilities, but Derek could understand that right now. His thrusts were getting stronger and quicker, and Stiles was pretty much just holding on, providing a hole for Derek to fuck into with his fingers. The curling heat of an impending orgasm was beginning to sweep through his body. Before it was too late Derek snagged the hem of his tank and pulled it upwards, exposing his overheated stomach and chest, and jammed the cloth into his mouth. He bit at it with his teeth and snarled his upper lip, trying to keep himself silent.

He also really kind of fucking hated coming on his clothes, okay?

Stiles was babbling at an increasingly higher rate of speed, but all Derek could hear was the roaring of his own blood in his ears mixing with the thundering of Stiles’ heartbeat. Then his orgasm was knocked out of him like he’d been hit with a Mack truck. His back arched high off the bed, and his hips froze, and he gasped loudly around the cloth in his mouth. There was a splatter of warmth across his abs, and after several seconds of absolute brain-freeze, he slammed back onto the mattress utterly boneless and spent.

It took a bit for him to realize that he had closed his eyes, and when he opened them Stiles was still sitting beside him looking rather stunned. His hand was still curled loosely around Derek’s softening cock, but his eyes were fucking riveted to the come staining the alpha’s stomach. Derek couldn’t even find it in himself to speak when the boy started to bend slowly forward. The room was completely silent as he watched Stiles leaning over him. Derek’s chest was heaving slightly when the teen’s tongue darted out and licked a stripe of white right off of the werewolf’s skin.

Derek could feel his own eyes widen to a comic level as he watched the teen push his come around inside his mouth like he was sampling fucking wine. There was a thoughtful scrunch to Stiles’ eyebrows before he pursed his lips and made an ‘eh’ face. Like the taste was somewhere smack in the middle of incredibly delicious and disgustingly horrifying. He must have finally felt Derek’s gaze on him, because he turned his eyes to the werewolf and promptly froze.

They stared at each other for several moments before Derek’s hips twitched unconsciously and Stiles seemed to remember that he was still holding alpha cock. The teen back-pedaled so viciously he fell straight off the bed. Stiles’ dick was still pushing at the zipper of jeans, probably painfully, so Derek moved to sit up and offer a little reciprocity. Before he could even speak the teen was out the door like his pants were on fire and slamming into the bathroom. Derek listened as the door locked and the shower kicked on, then flopped back onto the bed and tucked himself back into his pants.

He gracelessly yanked the tank top off over his head and wiped his stomach clean before tossing the dirty cloth across the room. He never would have done that normally (Seriously, he really fucking hated coming on his clothes, okay? Werewolf nose. You do it once and they never really stop smelling like jizz, alright?) but he was feeling a little off-balance with the way his mate had bolted from the room.

Derek sighed, then shifted until he was under the covers and properly cocooned. Stiles was pretty silent in the shower, but Derek was under no delusions about what the teen was doing, he just didn’t understand why his mate wouldn’t want to do it with him. Unless.

Unless Stiles was dead set on being straight and this bonding was strictly platonic in his mind.

The alpha hunched his shoulders, pulled the covers up over his head and whined softly into the cottony warmth. He didn’t pout. He didn’t sulk. And he wasn’t fucking pining, no matter what the hell the little voice in his head that sounded a lot like Laura said, fuck you very much.

He was just post-orgasm sleepy and planned on taking a very long (lonely) nap.

Yup.



The next several days passed in a blur of repetition and avoidance on Stiles’ part. The teen would be gone long before Derek managed to drag himself out of bed, and return home in time for dinner and schoolwork. The bond stayed wide open and supportive, but when they were in each others’ physical presence, Stiles would be nervous and embarrassed. It was making the alpha feel grouchy and irrational. If the Sheriff noticed a shift in the tension, he never acted so. Would just smile a little knowingly at Derek and keep whatever his thoughts were to himself.

Five days into the weird new dynamic, Derek was shocked awake by another nightmare. His family, bloody and covered in ash, screaming at him that he deserved every second of torture as Peter painfully fucked into him from behind. He lay in bed for several moments unable to control the low-level whimpering and whining that escaped him. Before the reluctant hand job, he would have crossed over into Stiles’ bedroom without a second thought, but now he just wasn’t sure how he would be received.

There was a sound of movement from across the hall and Derek bit into his lower lip. He listened intently as Stiles rose from his own bed and shuffled to stand outside Derek’s door. The werewolf whined low and pleading, embarrassingly desperate for a little comfort. The door slowly creaked open, and his mate poked his head inside the room.

“Derek? What’s wrong?”

The alpha rolled over onto his belly and jammed his face deep into the pillows. He was still trembling slightly from the after-effects of the nightmare. Soft footsteps moved into the room, door clicking shut behind them. Eventually the mattress dipped beside him and a warm hand came down to rest lightly in the center of his back.

“Derek?”

He shook his head in the pillow to signal that he didn’t want to talk about it, and Stiles only sighed in response. Fully expecting the teen to leave again, he was shocked when the warm weight of a body settled in next to him in the bed. The hand on his back began to rub soothing circles. Derek felt himself calm and settle more comfortably into the mattress. He didn’t think Stiles would speak again. Obviously, he was wrong.

“I’m sorry for all the weirdness lately. It just really threw me for a loop, that’s all. I mean, dude … sex. Like, I totally jacked you off. Never in my multitude of teenage sexual ramblings did I ever think ‘I’m going to make Derek Hale come all over himself while jacking his monster cock.’”

Derek couldn’t stop the snort of laughter that hit him. He almost inhaled pillow case for fucks sake.

“And it’s kind of like literally a monster cock, right? Because I mean… you’re a werewolf. So werewolf cock. It’s like the Universal Movie Monsters do porn. Here’s the werewolf cock, here’s Dracula’s cock … I hope they wouldn’t do the Creature from the Black Lagoon, though. Because that would just be disgusting.”

Now he really couldn’t stop the silent laughter that was making his shoulders shake under the teen’s hand. Because, seriously … his mate was just so ridiculously endearing. In the past he hadn’t really appreciated Stiles’ personal brand of quirky charm, but now he could admit admiring the younger man’s ability to restore levity to a situation. In his own way, of course.

Derek turned his head in the pillow until he could see Stiles’ face. There was a little smirk of humor on the teen’s lips, even though his eyes were still unsure and questioning. The alpha rolled his eyes, then shifted to pull the younger man in close to him. When Stiles’ head landed on the pillow, Derek immediately burrowed his face into the crook of his mate’s neck. He took a deep breath against the warm skin before winding his arm tightly around the teen’s chest. There were several comfortable moments of silence, and Derek felt himself begin to drift into sleep.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, you know.”

Derek opened his eyes slowly and leaned his head back far enough to gain a view of Stiles’ profile in the moonlit room.

“I mean… I’ve always said that I could be gay, and asked guys if they found me attractive and stuff, but I guess I never really thought about actually doing anything … myself. Then suddenly there I am pulling you through an orgasm, and I’m like … holy fuck that’s really hot. And you came. I made you come. Evidence of the fact right there in front of me. Then all I could think about was what you would taste like, and I did it without even realizing I was going to. You just- just stared at me and my brain was suddenly screaming ‘GAAAAAY!’ like a little cartoon seal and so I bolted. So I’m sorry. That I don’t know what I’m doing. That I don’t know what I want.”

The werewolf hummed gently under his breath, and then traced along his mate’s jaw line softly with the tip of his nose. Stiles shivered a little, beneath him, heartbeat picking up a few paces by the time Derek settled back down into the curve of his neck.

“I don’t know what I’m doing either, Stiles.”

They were the first words he’d uttered since waking from the nightmare and they seemed too loud in the hushed room. The younger man tried to shift around to meet the alpha’s eyes, but Derek held firm to his position and kept his face buried out of sight.

“I’ve never been with a man, either, you know.”

Stiles scoffed quietly.

“Yeah, okay … but you’ve still got a hell of a lot more experience than I do. It just makes me feel stupid … and really young.”

The alpha chuckled darkly.

“You are stupid and young.”

Stiles growled, but he sounded more like a puppy than anything else.

“Hey! We can’t all be golden Adonis’ with women falling at our feet, okay?”

It was Derek’s turn to growl, and he punctuated it with a nip to the teen’s neck.

“Don’t call me that. It’s ridiculous.”

They were quiet for a few minutes before Derek felt compelled to speak up again.

“I don’t have as much experience as you think I do, Stiles. I don’t like being close to people. Vulnerable.”

Stiles sniffed once and shifted his shoulders with obvious unease.

“Because of Kate?”

Derek couldn’t help growling at the name. A deep rumble that made Stiles tense in his hold.

“Yes. I was a dumb kid who thought he was in love and she murdered my family. Not the sort of past that makes you eager to jump into bed with someone.”

The body beneath him shifted until they were pressed closer together and Stiles wrapped both of his arms tightly around Derek’s back. The alpha only sighed when he realized he had effectively killed the conversation. He expected the teen to get up and leave him, but as time ticked by Stiles settled in to sleep and Derek couldn’t help but follow him down into slumber.

~*~

The soft clearing of a throat roused him in the morning. He and Stiles were completely tangled up together in the bed, but the teen was still snoring softly above him. Derek lifted his head slowly off of the younger man’s chest to peek at the door of the bedroom. The Sheriff was standing there looking a little uncomfortable and apologetic.

“Stiles needs to get up or he’s going to be late for school.”

Derek just nodded and watched the older man turn back into the hallway, purposefully leaving the door wide open. Gingerly he pushed himself into a seated position. Stiles snorted in his sleep and tried to roll into the warm space that the werewolf had vacated, but Derek grabbed his shoulder instead and gently shook it.

“Stiles. Wake up.”

Those liquid amber eyes slowly made their appearance, and there was a building tension in Derek’s gut as his mate just stared at him for several moments. The teen’s lips languidly moved into a delicate smile that sent of shock of something fierce and powerful down the alpha’s spine. Eventually the younger man moved to copy Derek’s seated position on the bed, scooting close enough that their knees bumped together. Stiles licked his lips and Derek instinctually tracked the movement.

“Can I … do something?”

Stiles’ voice was syrup-thick and sweet. Derek could only nod silently in response. He was rewarded with the deliberately casual lean forward of his mate’s body and a warm press of lips against his own. Neither of them moved to deepen the kiss. Neither of them really moved much at all. Derek had closed his eyes at the first touch, so he wasn’t sure if Stiles had done the same or was currently watching him. The pressure and warmth was light and perfect.

When the lips against his moved away, Derek kept his eyes closed. He opened his mouth a bare fraction to pull in a deep calming breath and focused on the scent of his mate all around him. First kiss with another man. First kiss shared with his mate. He startled a little when soft fingertips were suddenly tracing over his lower lip, but didn’t open his eyes. The deft fingers traveled down to the dip in his chin and then slowly up his jaw line, catching in the stubble he hadn’t been bothered to shave away in days.

Stiles made a soft hum of a sound, and then lips were meeting his again. This time a little off-center and down, catching the alpha’s lower lip between them. Derek couldn’t stop the tiny mewl that escaped him. In the quiet moment that surrounded them, the connection with his mate was the strongest it had ever been. Stiles’ hands were now holding the alpha’s face gently between them and he kept peppering quick kisses across Derek’s mouth.

When Stiles finally pulled away, Derek allowed his body to flop back down into the mattress with a heavy sigh. The teen chuckled at him, but for once didn’t spoil the perfection of the moment by rambling. He just lifted himself silently from the bed and padded out of the room to get ready for school. Derek shifted around until he was properly cocooned back under the covers and swiped his tongue across his mouth to taste his mate.

He drifted away to sleep again, only listening in his periphery to the sounds of the Stilinski men leaving for school and work. He napped away most of the day, truthfully, with a sort of absent awareness that his morning sickness seemed to have finally gone. For now, at least. Hopefully never to return. If he never had to see the close up view of a toilet again, it would be too soon.

Around lunch time his stomach reminded him that he hadn’t eaten since early the previous evening, so he dragged himself from his comfortable bed and trudged downstairs to raid the fridge. It wasn’t until he was munching on some cold cuts and cheese that Derek realized he would kind of like to have sex with Stiles at some point in the not so distant future. He choked on the bit of ham he’d been chewing and had to spit the damn thing into the trash.

Because, holy shit… he wanted sex. He wanted sex … with Stiles. Stilinski. What the hell?

He glanced around the house nervously for a couple seconds, as if someone might be there reading his thoughts, and then high-tailed upstairs to his room. After a half hour mental conversation in his head that pretty much boiled down to ‘Seriously, what the HELL, brain?’ the alpha found himself tip-toeing across the hall into Stiles’ bedroom. Even though he knew no one was actually home. Because apparently the thought of gay sex made him a chickenshit. Fucker.

Opening the window a crack so he could be absolutely sure he wouldn’t miss the sound of one of the Stilinski’s arriving home, Derek quickly booted up the teen’s laptop … and then stared at the Google home page for about five minutes. Eventually he manned the fuck up and typed the words ‘gay sex’ into the search bar. Unsurprisingly, it popped up before he’d even finished, indicating that it had been previously searched. There is no stopping a teenage libido, after all.

Once the results loaded, and he scanned over all the porn links, there was a high-lighted site that was colored as recently viewed. How to have gay sex. Not the most original of titles, but he supposed it got the point across.

“Why the hell not?”

He gritted his teeth and clicked the link.

Okay. Okay this wasn’t so bad. No diagrams or images or pictures of giant dicks so far. He skimmed the whole article. Read about safety and prepping. Topping or bottoming. Frottage and intercrural and rimming. (How about HELL no.) Dangers and precautions and emotional connections. Clicked a couple links for more information, but HOLY SHIT THERE ARE THE DIAGRAMS… and quickly clicked the back button. Glancing at the clock, he shut down the browser and opened up a game of minesweeper. Because that shit is addicting.

An hour later, when he could hear Stiles’ death-trap of a jeep rounding the corner of the street, he was just mindlessly clicking away at the little boxes and waiting for the bombs to explode. And he was thinking. Musing, rather. About his singular experience with anal sex that had brought him to this whole situation in the first place. All he remembered was pain and shame. Hatred for his uncle and utter disbelief that this could be happening to him. But, obviously it couldn’t all be about pain, could it? Otherwise why would gay men even bother?

Not to mention that he’d been stabbed, shot, electrocuted, beaten and run over enough in the last couple years … a little (literal) pain in the ass would probably be a cake walk. If prepped and lubed properly of course. Hmmmm…

Stiles’ thundering footsteps came to a screeching halt right inside the door to the bedroom. Derek clicked another little gray box and watched a bomb go off. When he hit the happy face to reset, Stiles suddenly snorted.

“Dude, nineteen ninety-eight called… they want their game back.”

The alpha rolled his eyes, but continued to play.

“How was school?”

The teen choked a little on air before plopping down heavily on the corner of his bed.

“It was … fine? Are we doing this now? Are we being domestic? Because I’m not really sure I’m fully prepared for that.”

Derek chuckled just a bit before closing out Minesweeper and rising to his feet. He moved to stand before the teen, shrugging his shoulders as he arrived.

“I wasn’t aware that playing a game on your computer and asking you about your day was being domestic. If it bothers you too much, I can always just tell you about the porn sites I was browsing earlier.”

With that, the alpha threw a smirk at the teen and walked out of the room and across the hall. Trailing behind him was the sputtering shocked coughs that had all but exploded from his mate.

“Y-You can’t just say stuff like that and walk away!!!”

The werewolf was grinning when he launched himself onto his bed and curled up for a nap. He wasn’t surprised when another body tucked up right behind him seconds later. Stiles formed himself to Derek’s back like an extra layer of clothing. He cautiously wrapped an arm around the alpha’s middle, only relaxing when Derek gave a rumble of approval. Derek couldn’t ever remember being spooned in his life, but he found that he didn’t actually mind it much. He drifted off with warm puffs of breath tickling the back of his neck.

When he woke a couple hours later, Stiles was still tucked up close behind him.

~*~
PART FOUR