Human is Just a Word 11/?
Chapter 11
Derek showed him his room and then left Stiles alone to unpack and settle in. The second the door closed behind him Stiles called his dad.
"Stiles?" He answered after the first ring.
"Yeah, it's me." Stiles smiled at his father's voice. "We just arrived."
"How are you?" The concern was clear behind his words.
"I'm fine. I have my own room and I should unpack but I thought I'd call you first." Unpacking would make it a permanent thing and he wasn't quite ready for that.
"Can you talk?" His father asked in a low voice, maybe low enough that a werewolf would have trouble hearing it even if he stood right next to Stiles.
"I'm alone in my room." Stiles said. "Derek and the rest of the pack is downstairs."
"How are they treating you?" He asked voice still low.
"Derek has been very kind all day, I guess this is freaking him out as much as it freaks me out." Stiles admitted. The bond seemed to have settled down for the moment but he would need some time to get used to the feeling of the others in his mind. He wasn't sure if they were this present because they were close by or if it was because it was still new and in the making. He was a human, what did he know about pack bonds? Maybe he should google on that topic tonight.
"It's going to be okay." His dad tried to assure him.
"They have something they call pack nights." Stiles informed him. "There's going to be pizza and movies and they want me to join. Good to connect with the pack, I've heard."
"Sounds like fun." His dad said. "Do I have to remind you that you're not twenty-one yet?"
"Dad, seriously." Stiles was walking up and down the room. "I'm a minor who got claimed by a werewolf without the consent of a parent or a guardian, underage drinking should be the last of your concerns."
"I don't want to think about my other concerns." His dad said quietly.
"I'm fine, Dad." Stiles stopped at the window. There were lamps illuminating the park on the other side of the street. It looked peaceful.
"Did he ..." His dad paused, searching for the right words. "Did he make a move on you? Touch you?"
"Geez, dad. No." Stiles shook his head vehemently despite the fact that his dad couldn't see him. "We were kind of holding hands for a while but I think that was more of a werewolf thing. And for the pain. I swear, this drain thing he's got going, that's better than the best painkillers. If you could bottle that up, you'd be rich."
"That's good." His dad interrupted him before he lost himself in his rant. "But if he or one of his pack ever touches you without your consent, you call me. He might be your alpha now and you have to stay with him for your sanity but he has no right to force you to anything."
"Peter ..." Stiles started to argue. They both knew how Peter treated the humans he claimed and no law had been able to stop him so far.
"Peter is too powerful, he can do whatever he wants and he knows it." His dad admitted the sad truth. "But Derek doesn't have that power. I've made a few calls over the day. Derek doesn't have many friends out there and he wouldn't be able to hold his territory without his sister's support. We might not be able to get to him by human laws but werewolves have laws of their own and claiming minors without consent and abusing human pack members is very high on their no-no list. We can turn to Laura or an alpha outside the Hale borders. Derek's territory is on the outskirts and he only has a small pack …" His voice trailed off but the meaning was clear.
"You've been busy." Stiles said not without pride. But on the other hand, he had to have gotten his desire to know things from somewhere and his dad wasn't the sheriff for nothing.
"Know your rights." His dad said darkly. "You have to stay in his territory for your own sanity but otherwise you can do whatever you want as long as you don't endanger the pack."
"That's basically what Derek said earlier." Stiles realized.
"Exactly. That's what made me look deeper into the whole humans in a pack thing. Peter is a real bad role model but I think Derek might be okay." If he said the last part just to make him feel better or if he truly believed it, Stiles couldn't tell but he didn't feel that bad over this whole mess anymore.
Stiles promised to call again tomorrow and then took a shower before he joined the others for the so called pack night.
Why they didn't use the couch and sat down in a nest of pillows and blankets Stiles didn't know, he just took it as a thing they did and set down between Derek and Isaac. Like the other betas Isaac didn't seem that much older than him and it turned out that the boy had quite a sarcastic mouth. Stiles thought that they would get along pretty well.
Boyd and Erica were obviously an item so the flirting earlier probably had been just for fun with no meaning behind it, good to know. Erica wasn't exactly his type anyway. When it came to women he preferred strawberry blonde but those tend to stay out of his reach forever.
If Stiles was honest, Derek would be more his type and he really shouldn't think about the alpha's knot deep in his ass while he was sitting in the middle of a werewolf pack that could smell things like arousal. Not that Derek had shown any indication that he was interested in Stiles in ways other than the new pack member who had to be cuddled through the bonding process.
However, Stiles didn't know what he would think of Derek showing interest in him. He wouldn't know if it was real or just the fucked up thing Peter liked to do with his humans so it was probably for the best if Stiles just kept the memories of last night for some alone time and otherwise focused on getting along with the pack.
The pizza was good and it was kinda nice, eating it on the floor. It had something of a slumber party.
Then Isaac started a movie. At the beginning Stiles tried to keep his mouth shut, he didn't want to give a too bad first impression, but when the two fighters started to take apart a wooden construction that had no other purpose than to get taken apart in pretty pictures, he couldn't help himself.
He even smacked Isaac in the nose once or twice with his wide gestures but instead of biting his head off, the werewolf joined in.
Without Stiles noticing Isaac had drifted closer over the course of the movie and by the time the credits started to roll, Isaac's head was resting on Stiles shoulder. He had grown quieter over the last few minutes and Stiles thought he had fallen asleep, which didn't stop Stiles from keeping on the commentary in a rather loud voice, but then Isaac shifted and buried his nose in Stiles neck.
Scenting, Stiles realized and went very still. He'd seen the impressive fangs a werewolf could sprout in a second but Isaac just sniffed and nuzzled at him. It tickled.
"Sleep with us tonight." Isaac mumbled into the crook of his neck.
"I … What?" Stiles didn't know what to say. Had he even heard right? But there was Boyd right in front of him who calmly helped Erica out of her top.
He didn't want to be the center of a gang-bang. Pizza and movie, Derek had said, not a word about the orgy afterwards.
"Hmm?" Isaac lifted his head and blinked at him with sleepy eyes.
"Isaac!" Suddenly Derek's voice cut in and the beta snapped awake, almost cowering under his alpha's gaze.
"Sorry, that's not what he meant." Derek said in a softer voice to Stiles.
"What? I that is what I ..." Isaac started to protest but then realization hit him. "No, no. That's not what I meant. It's not. I'm sorry, I didn't mean … that?"
Behind Isaac a half-naked Erica started to giggle which really didn't help Stiles to figure out what was going on here.
"On pack nights …" Derek threw a glare at Erica who didn't look one bit ashamed. She didn't even seem to care that she sat bare-chested in the middle of four dudes. However, aside from Stiles nobody else seemed to even notice the lack of clothing.
"We sleep as wolves." Derek finished the sentence. "What Isaac meant was that you should sleep here with us. Just sleeping. We in fur and you in your pajamas."
"Okay." Stiles drew the word out and watched in fascination when Boyd shook off his jeans. He still had his boxers on but probably just for Stiles' benefit.
"I don't know what's scarier. Sleeping in a pile of wolves or you seeing me in my Batman sleep shirt." Stiles admitted before he could think about how rude it sounded.
"You could leave the shirt." Erica said with a feral grin at which Boyd snapped playfully at her shoulder.
"Thank you, I'm keeping the shirt." Stiles countered sounding more brave than he felt. At least he hoped that he sounded brave.
"You don't have to." Derek stepped in, giving him an out. However, the way he and the others looked at him, it was a big deal. They really wanted him to join them tonight.
"No, no. It's fine. It's just that I'm a restless sleeper, really octopus like, can't control my limbs when I sleep."
"Only when you sleep?" Derek muttered.
"Ha, ha, very funny." He should be grateful that they wanted him to participate in something like this, that they were trying to make him part of their pack but c'mon, sleeping with four wolves? Stiles wanted to come up with more reasons why this was a really bad idea but then Erica pouted at him, actually pouted, and he couldn't say no any longer.
He went upstairs to brush his teeth and change into his sleepwear. He took his time but he didn't want to let the others wait so way too soon he was back in the living room, now only wearing his Batman t-shirt and boxers which made him the overdressed one in the round.
Boyd and Erica were already in their wolf form, cuddled up close to each other. Their fur had the same light and dark contrast they had in their human form and with that they were easy to tell apart.
While Stiles just stood there to watch the wolves, actual wolves right in front of him, something came up behind him. A wet nose pressed into his open palm.
"Isaac?" Stiles asked because he had seen Derek going up the stairs just a moment ago. The wolf gave him a nod and pressed closer. His fur was a weird mixture of rough and soft and it tickled on the bare skin of Stiles' leg.
Isaac bumped his head into the back of his thighs, herding Stiles over to the den.
Derek was the last to join them. He came down the stairs naked, a sight Stiles hadn't really cared to admire last night but for sure did now, and when he reached the bottom he just dropped to all fours. It was a fluent move, man one second and wolf the next. Stiles just gaped at him.
He was pretty sure seeing the change was an honor not many humans ever had. Stiles had to swallow against the lump stuck in his throat.
It took a moment until everybody had found their place. Derek and Isaac took him in the middle again and after some shifting he had Boyd and Erica draped over his legs.
Derek gave him one last questioning look, his muzzle only inches from Stiles' face which should be weird but wasn't. When Stiles smiled at him he carefully lowered his head on Stiles' shoulder.
Stiles hadn't been sure if he would be able to sleep among the wolves but he was warm and comfortable and his still healing body needed rest. Minutes later Stiles was fast asleep.
Chapter 12
Masterpost