Fic: Discovery Channel (11/12) Part 2
Part 1
Derek watched with horror as Stiles dropped to the ground, the air tingeing with more of his blood.
“Stiles!” he shouted as he ran to Stiles’ side, hand going to his shoulder. Derek looked up, sniffing the air as he searched the woods for Kate’s backup.
“Dad!” He heard Allison shout and as he focused he heard another few shouts of indignation and the start of a tussle.
The pack.
The humans.
They must have followed Stiles and stumbled upon Allison’s dad in the woods.
Peter howled as he located them as well, stepping on Kate’s body as he stalked towards the pack, getting in the way as another bullet fired.
“Dammit, I told them not to follow me,” Stiles said grouchily as his palm pressed on his shoulder wound. Derek didn’t know what to say to that as he pulled Stiles hand away so he could see the damage. “It was through and through,” Stiles said, shifting to watch Peter rush towards the pack as an arrow - Allison - fired right at his chest. “No wolfsbane. I’m fine.”
Derek could smell there was no wolfsbane. That didn’t stop him from worrying because Stiles wasn’t healing as fast as he should have. That was probably a mixture of exhaustion and getting shot twice in quick succession. Derek could only imagine how the time they were separated had been for Stiles.
“Lemme up,” Stiles muttered, shifting to get away from Derek’s grip. “Need to help.”
Derek’s eyes widened as Stiles began to shift and he tightened his hold as much as he could. Stiles tensed as Derek held him down. “You’re hurt.”
“Peter needs our help,” Stiles said, trying to fight him some more.
Derek felt his stomach drop, because that was not who needed their help. He heard Peter howl but he couldn’t look to see what was happening. “You’re worried for him,” Derek said flatly, because that was all he could say. Maybe hearing it would snap Stiles out of it. “It’s the connection.”
Stiles’ head snapped to the side so he could look at Derek. “What?”
“Alpha to beta. You killed for him, cemented your pack position.” Derek growled as he thought about how hard it would be to take out Peter now. “Why would you do that?”
Stiles’ eyes bled gold as he hissed in pain. “She hurt you.”
This was not good.
Peter howled as another arrow was embedded in his front leg. This arrow exploded, and Derek was impressed as he could be with Allison’s composure during the middle of a fight.
Derek needed to get in there though, because there was no way four humans would be able to hold Peter off. Not when Peter was in full protective alpha mode.
Someone had to stay with Stiles or else he would just be a distraction. This would have been so much easier if the pack hadn’t followed Stiles.
Derek didn’t even have time to think about why this was happening, and it frustrated him. Movement caught his eyes and Derek used all his strength to keep Stiles still as he turned.
Scott was creeping around the other side of the house.
Derek’s eyes went wide for a moment and then he motioned for Scott to come closer to him.
Which wasn’t working because Scott was too busy staring at Peter.
“Scott!” Derek shouted, holding Stiles back so he couldn’t run towards Peter.
Scott’s head swiveled and he looked surprised when he saw Derek and Stiles. Why did Scott have to be the one going around back? Derek thought as he motioned Scott to come closer.
He nodded, running low to the ground so he was beside Derek and Stiles.
“Fuck, what’s going on?” Scott hissed as he stared at Stiles, face red.
“I need you to stay with Stiles,” Derek said.
“What?!” Both boys said at the same time, Stiles sounding more indignant than Scott.
Derek didn’t pay attention to Stiles, focusing his attention on Scott until he finally got it. “Hold onto him and make sure he doesn’t get away from you.”
Scott’s eyes went crazy as he finally looked Derek’s way, widening as he tried desperately not to look down, but inevitably unable to stop himself. Derek didn’t have time for human modesty. He snapped his fingers to get Scott’s attention. He blinked in surprise, looking up at Derek. “But he’s like 300,000 times stronger than me!”
Derek did not have time for this. Chris and Allison were barely keeping Peter’s attention occupied. “Killing Kate with Peter connected them. They’re pack and Peter is the alpha, and Stiles is a hurt beta. You need to appeal to his rational mind so he doesn’t do something stupid on instinct.” Scott’s breath caught for a moment and Derek used the silence to transfer Stiles over to Scott. “Just keep talking to him.”
“But why me?” Scott asked.
Seriously? Derek huffed as he stood. “You’re his best friend. You’ll be able to keep him grounded almost as well as I would.”
He leapt into action before Scott could protest. He had to just trust that Scott could get the job done so Derek could do his best at distracting Peter, and possibly even killing him.
Derek hesitated for just a moment as he approached Peter, not even worrying about if Peter could sense him. If he was running on alpha instinct he would think Derek was on his side. Without rational thought he wouldn’t consider that Derek would try to stop him.
Peter had four arrows in him, two in the chest, and one in each leg. It had to hurt, but Peter didn’t seem to notice as he lunged for one of the humans.
They had at least been smart enough to separate.
Derek saw Danny dodge, clutching a backpack in his hand.
Another arrow went flying into Peter’s side, and it distracted Peter enough that he twisted away from Danny. Derek lunged, tucking himself into a ball as much as he could so when he sunk his claws into Peter’s side he was a smaller target and less flesh was showing.
Less flesh could be hit.
Peter howled and tried to buck Derek off of him, but Derek held on, slicing his claws down Peter’s side. Blood was pouring onto his hands, and Derek was afraid he would never be able to smell anything else after this. It would just be blood and fire and nightmares for the rest of his life.
He couldn’t stop though.
Derek heard the gunfire, and Peter jolted a few times before he finally managed to toss Derek off of him.
Derek slid to his feet as he fell, taking fur and flesh with him. He couldn’t think about it though, as he leapt for Peter again.
Peter was expecting him though, and Derek was swatted away. He grunted as he landed on the ground in a pile of limbs, legs upended over his head.
Peter’s eyes bore into Derek for a moment before he turned and headed for the humans again. He was headed straight for someone, and because Derek could see Danny struggling to get whatever was in the backpack out it couldn’t be him.
Another arrow came flying from the opposite direction, signaling Allison’s position. So Peter was headed towards Chris.
Derek climbed to his feet. He still wasn’t at full strength, but they needed to stop Peter. They needed to take him down.
“Derek, wait!” Danny called as Derek tried to run after Peter. He was holding three glass containers with liquid in them and Derek raised an eyebrow, impatient. “Give me a clear shot and I’ll toss these on him. They’re the explosives.”
Derek’s mind whirled, because if Danny had explosives then Lydia made them, which meant the original plan involved the others. How it had gotten like this Derek could only imagine. But he nodded and then took off after Peter.
Now they had a plan, a goal, and when Derek rushed into Peter this time, pushing him off of Chris Argent, it was with the knowledge that he would be dead soon.
Hopefully.
Derek heard Chris scramble away, and the gun went off twice more, until it clicked to signal he was out of bullets.
Derek didn’t care as he was thrown to the side by Peter. He knew he was going to have so many cuts and bruises that might take a few hours to heal. He was just lucky nothing serious had happened yet.
Peter growled at him, and Derek growled back, dropping low to knock into Peter again.
This time he managed to get Peter to the ground, and Danny was finally within range so once Derek felt safe in the knowledge that Danny had a clear shot they could end this.
He tussled for a few more moments, claws tearing into Peter some more until he was pushed back, Peter’s claws ripping into his chest.
“Danny, now!” Derek shouted as he slid away from Peter, throwing his arm in front of Chris to push him back.
No need for a human to get hurt.
Danny flung the first glass container and it hit Peter square in the chest. Derek waited for a beat, terrified it wasn’t going to work again, but then - BANG - fire erupted on Peter’s chest.
The flames didn’t engulf him right away. It took Danny chucking the second one for that to occur.
Peter’s howl echoed throughout the woods, sending a chill down Derek’s spine as he watched Peter burn.
He could hear Stiles let out an echoing whimper, but Scott must have been doing a good job of keeping him in control.
Peter went running for a few yards, trying to get the fire off of him. He was making awful noises, and the smell of burnt flesh, fur and blood stung Derek’s nose. Hell, it probably stung everyone’s nose, if the way Danny’s eyes were watering was any indication.
Peter fell to the ground, rolling instinctually as he did, until the flames went out.
Derek held his breath for a moment, but he still heard Peter breathing. It wasn’t over yet.
Derek took a deep breath as he approached Peter’s burnt body, claws already out.
Neither Chris nor Danny tried to stop him, and Derek heard someone running through the woods. He didn’t look back, but he could smell Allison, Scott and Stiles so they must have been coming to see what was happening.
Derek couldn’t look at them though. Just Peter, laid out before him.
He looked up at Derek, body completely ruined. Even if Derek just left him there, there was no chance of recovery. Peter would be dead within the hour more than likely.
But Derek couldn’t risk it. He raised his claws just as Peter opened an eye.
The alpha healing factor was quick.
Peter stared at him for a moment, and it looked like he wanted to … do something with his face. Smile maybe? “So it’s like this?” He managed to get out.
Derek didn’t say what he was thinking, that if Peter had just been able to control himself - if Chris hadn’t attacked Stiles, maybe this wouldn’t have happened like this. Maybe they could have been a pack, now that everyone Peter had been after was dead…
It didn’t matter. It didn’t play out like that, so why bother thinking about the what-ifs.
The transfer of power rushed through his body almost immediately after he had ripped out Peter’s throat. It took him by surprise how quickly it occurred and the intensity of the powers.
Derek felt himself heal, the superficial cuts knitting up, and it felt different than his normal healing. Quicker. Also he was suddenly, fiercely, aware of Stiles’ everything. His heartbeat, his breathing, the rate he was healing. He could hear and feel those things with the others too: Scott, Allison, and Danny, but it wasn’t the same.
They were human - for now - members of the pack. Important, and useful, but not Stiles. Not his beta.
His beta who was pushing Scott away at the edge of the clearing they were in. He was mostly healed but he was still covered in blood. Both his own and Kate’s.
Stiles looked wild, and he was gesturing at the others to shoo, but Derek couldn’t imagine why.
“Get out of here,” Stiles finally snapped before he turned and bolted.
Derek rushed after him, not even aware of what was happening until he was chasing Stiles down, tackling him to the ground and grinding his cock against the fabric of Stiles’ pants.
Oh. Derek hadn’t even realized that’s what he had wanted. His instincts were going haywire, and he was still running off of adrenaline.
He should apologize. Reign himself back in.
He’d just killed an alpha, and he should probably take a while to understand the new powers coursing through his body.
But then he actually looked down at Stiles, laid out underneath him and it was hard to want to do that.
Stiles’ eyes were gold, and while he wasn’t shifted just yet, he looked like he could let himself go at any moment.
Derek wanted him to lose it. He wanted Stiles to let go, to trust him.
Yeah, that was it.
Stiles lunged up, kissing Derek fiercely for a quick moment before pulling away to bite down the column of his neck. Derek didn’t blame him; he knew he hadn’t showered more than the cold hose Kate would spray on him every morning to clean him off before she started her taunting.
This wasn’t the time to think about this.
This was a time to think about Stiles. To focus on him. To focus on the alpha power thrumming through his veins and what it told him to do to make Stiles truly his. Truly pack.
Derek liked the idea of that. He liked it a lot, and from the way Stiles was trying to bite his way into Derek’s skin he seemed to like that idea too.
“Need you.” Derek finally was able to vocalize, and it felt so good to say out loud.
“Yes, good. Let’s do that,” Stiles said breathily, curling his fingers into Derek’s shoulders, and lifting his hips off of the ground.
Derek gave a sharp nip to his shoulder and then he flipped Stiles over, pulling him up to his knees. Stiles went, hands curling into the dirt as Derek worked his pants off with one hand. The other was stroking his cock already, because he was hard, and it was starting to hurt.
They didn’t have any lube so Derek couldn’t do everything he wanted, couldn’t claim Stiles the way he should. But that could wait. They had time. He’d get them off first. It should sate them - sate him - long enough to get somewhere more comfortable.
Maybe back to their room.
Derek liked that idea.
He licked the back of Stiles’ neck as he bent over him, pressing his cock against Stiles’ ass. Stiles moaned and wiggled underneath him, bare skin grinding deliciously against Derek.
He couldn’t help himself from biting at Stiles, and there was a certain thrill that came with seeing the bite mark stay. And the deeper he bit the longer the bites stayed.
Stiles was gasping beneath him, leaning down on his forearms. Derek didn’t mind. The angle made it better as he started to rub his cock against Stiles.
“Fuck,” Stiles cursed, and Derek felt him slip closer to the ground as he pulled one arm up, reaching down to grasp his erection.
Derek could hear him starting to jack himself off, and he growled, leaning up. Stiles whimpered, but Derek was just trying to adjust himself. If he was going to rub against Stiles he needed it to be somewhere good.
It only took a moment to decide, and another to maneuver Stiles the way he needed. He pushed Stiles’ thighs closer together, creating a tight space that he could fuck into.
The friction would hurt eventually, but Derek didn’t think this would last that long. He could already smell Stiles getting close, because he hadn’t stopped stroking himself while Derek had decided how he was going to get off, but that was okay. Even if he came first Derek would just fuck his pliant body.
Stiles wouldn’t mind.
Derek groaned as he pushed his cock into the space of Stiles’ thighs, started a pace that wasn’t so much thrusting but more of a rolling of his hips. It felt good though, and sometimes if he angled it just right his cock would bump against Stiles’ balls and they would both let out gasps.
It was fast, and dirty, and loud.
Stiles was pressing his face into his forearm, trying not to eat leaves as his mouth hung open. Derek loved watching his face, and he was glad Stiles had turned his head to the side so he could look at it while he fucked him. He wondered what it would look like when Derek was inside him, when Derek’s knot was trapped inside him.
Derek needed that. He was going to do that. Soon. Very soon.
Stiles’ face contorted as he came, his entire body tensing. His thighs quivered and it made Derek shudder as he leaned back, trying to finish himself off. He could smell the heady scent of Stiles’ come in the air and he couldn't wait to taste it.
With that thought in mind Derek pulled back, grabbing his cock and stroking a few more times until he was coming in stripes on Stiles’ back. He let out a low moan as he came. Stiles looked so good covered in his come.
He probably smelled even better, a mix of the two of them and sex.
Derek’s knees were ruined, and they both would need a shower but it was okay. They were okay. They were together.
***
Stiles was covered in dirt and blood. The dirt was caked into the blood that was on his hands, and basically he needed a shower. A very long, hot shower, preferably with Derek beside him because now that Stiles had had him he wasn’t sure he could go without. Derek was going to be stuck with him, for more reasons than the fact that they were pack.
And that sent a thrill through Stiles’ body. Derek was the alpha now, and Stiles could feel the difference. He had gotten a taste of it in the final minutes of Peter’s life, after he had killed Kate. He had known there was a risk when he killed her, that they would become connected like that. That his wolf might accept Peter and it would cause problems, but Derek had fixed that.
They were together now. Derek was who his wolf would answer to, and it would work because Derek answered to Stiles. They balanced each other. They were equals, even at different ranks.
The others beta wouldn’t be equals, but that was okay. It would fit into their dynamic.
Shit, the others. They needed to check on them. They should regroup, and then… then Stiles would need to tell Derek about Lydia. They would need to figure out what to do with her. How to make sure she survived.
Derek nuzzled into his neck, and then he licked him. Stiles liked that. He liked it a lot, but it was distracting him from reality and as much as he wanted to be distracted from reality they had responsibility.
“What’s the matter?” Derek asked, voice drawling and breath rushing over Stiles neck.
Stiles had to shift to look at Derek properly. “You mean besides being on the ground?”
“You don’t mind that,” Derek said, looking up at Stiles with a faint smile.
For someone who had been tortured for two weeks he was acting decently well adjusted. Stiles worried that once everything settled down the fallout would start to creep in. He had no idea what had happened, and a part of him didn’t want to know. He had already killed Kate based off of his imagination; it wasn’t like he could dig her up and do it all over again once his imagination was replaced with reality.
“We have things we need to do,” Stiles said instead. They would handle the fallout together, when - if - it came.
Derek hummed as he kissed Stiles’ neck. “We do.”
Stiles shifted on the ground. “Besides that. Like clean up, and making sure Mr. Argent isn’t getting the police.”
Derek went silent for a long moment. “No one is by the house. Haven’t been for about twenty minutes. It’s just the bodies.”
Stiles couldn’t stop himself from being surprised, but it made sense. Derek was probably aware of a lot more than he would be aware of beforehand. “I really hope they didn’t take my Jeep. I had a change of clothes for you in there.”
Derek stood up, stretching his arms over his head before offering a hand to Stiles. “That I can’t tell just yet. Your Jeep doesn’t have a specific smell. Do you know where they parked?”
“No idea. Like I said, I told them not to come.”
“Well, it’s a good thing they didn’t listen.” Derek frowned for a minute before shaking his head. “We won. If they hadn’t been here we wouldn’t have attacked Peter.”
“And you wouldn’t be alpha,” Stiles whispered, following Derek as he trekked back to the house.
Derek grunted in agreement, and because Stiles knew him he could hear the pleased tone in that grunt. Their plans were going the way they wanted, and even though they had been built in bloodshed, it didn’t stop Stiles from feeling his own pleasure in the whole affair.
He looked around, trying to spot his Jeep in the woods.
“You look,” Derek said, heading back towards the house, purposefully avoiding the bodies. “I’m grabbing shovels.”
Stiles quirked his head. “Where were the shovels?”
“In the room I was kept in.” Derek didn’t elaborate.
Stiles swallowed his anger and reminded himself that Kate was dead and so were the hunters she had brought with her. He focused instead on seeing if his Jeep was nearby.
It took a bit of walking, but he did finally stumble upon it, and thankfully the bag with the change of clothes was still tucked into the backseat. Stiles stripped off his ruined button down, and slacks, replacing them with one of Derek’s Henley shirts and his jeans. Perfect for burying dead bodies.
When he returned to the clearing with the backpack Derek had two shovels. Stiles tossed him the clothes he had packed, and Derek put them on before grabbing his shoes from the front of the house. He didn’t seem to mind the fact that he wasn’t clean. They were just going to get dirty anyway, so Stiles said nothing.
Digging a grave was tough, even with the super strength. The ground wasn’t soft until they got about a foot down, and then digging the hole out wide enough was a task in and of itself.
Chris showed up when they were about three feet down. He gave them a cool look and went to Kate’s body. Derek didn’t say anything, focusing on digging, so Stiles took it upon himself to handle the diplomatic part of hunter/werewolf relationships.
“Thanks for taking them back into town.”
Chris finally looked over at them. “How long have you been bitten?”
Stiles arched an eyebrow. “What? You want me to divulge pack secrets?”
Chris opened his mouth, and then thought better of whatever he was going to say. “If you’re trying to go for a truce we need to be on a fair playing ground knowledge-wise.”
“A truce?” Stiles wasn’t going to ask something stupid like how can I trust you because he had a feeling he knew. Allison was pack and he was pretty sure her father was smart enough to realize that. He seemed like the kind of guy who put family first, and if putting family first meant putting aside his werewolf hunting ways then so be it.
“As long as you two don’t harm any humans,” he hesitated, “or turn anyone.”
“Unfair,” Stiles said immediately. “We need three betas to make a pack.”
Chris met his eyes for a moment before they flicked away, looking behind Stiles. Derek had stopped shoveling and when Stiles glanced behind at him he saw his eyes were bleeding red.
“Not Allison,” Chris said quickly. “And the other girl - Lydia - was turned.”
Derek tensed behind Stiles, a low growl coming up from his diaphragm. “What?”
“We don’t know that for sure,” Stiles said before turning to Derek. “Peter bit her. The bite knocked her unconscious.”
“She’s at the hospital,” Chris supplied. “That’s where I took the other three. But if she does turn then you only need one more.”
“And if she doesn’t we’ll need two more,” Derek spoke up.
Stiles could hear Chris’ heartbeat picking up before he pushed it to be steady. “Fine. But you can’t bite anyone without their consent, and your betas need to be under control.”
“Done,” Stiles and Derek said at the same time.
“And then you keep hunters away from us,” Stiles said, picking his shovel back up. “We will only attack if we are attacked.”
“Keep a low profile and I’ll try my best.”
“Do better than your best,” Stiles snapped. He didn’t throw Allison in Chris’ face. He didn’t think it was necessary because Chris probably knew already. That’s why he had demanded they don’t choose her.
Chris kneeled besides Kate. “I’m going to file a missing persons in a few days. I’m planting this pendant on her. Allison said it was a link the police had?” Stiles nodded. “It will make the alpha murders fall on her, and I’ll make sure any questioning hunters think the old alpha killed her. It will satisfy most of them.”
“But not all of them,” Derek said flatly.
“No,” Chris agreed. “But it’s the most I can do. Keep your heads down. I’ll-I’ll look out for you as much as I can.”
“And the pack will keep Allison safe.”
Stiles snorted. “More like Allison will keep Allison safe.”
A faint smile crossed Chris’ face, before it fell to the side as he picked Kate up. Stiles noticed he tried to keep her in the same angle as he moved her so that way the blood that had already settled one way stayed there. It would make it harder for the coroner to know the body had been moved. A few days in the elements wouldn’t hurt either.
Stiles took a deep breath and went back to digging Peter’s grave.
“Are we going to the hospital after this?” He asked, looking at Derek.
Derek shook his head as he tossed dirt up onto the pile beside the grave. “Not yet. Text Scott and ask him for a status report. If it’s something important we’ll go, but if there isn’t any news we’re going to find a bed and I am going to fuck you.”
Stiles couldn’t stop himself from smirking. “I see you have your priorities in order.”
“Need to satisfy the alpha,” Derek grunted.
“I can handle that,” Stiles said as he licked his lips. “Definitely.”
Stiles didn’t have a watch but he knew it was nearing midnight by the time they finished digging the grave. Chris had left after he had set up Kate’s body and kicked away as much of the settled blood as he could. He didn’t say anything before he left, just gave them a look.
It was going to be a shaky truce at best, but at least it was getting there.
They finished burying Peter and planting the wolfsbane that Derek insisted on (not as much as Laura had, just a little) within the hour. They were both covered in dirt as they climbed into Stiles’ Jeep, and even with the healing factor Stiles still felt sore as he checked his phone.
There was only one message from Scott reading, lydia in icu and in coma. were spending the night.
Stiles gave the phone to Derek as he started his Jeep, driving out of the woods. “Where to?”
“The motel,” Derek said. “There’s a 24 hour quick mart across the street. I’ll grab supplies. We’ll only need the room for a few hours.”
Stiles couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “I love that we can take a moment out of our crazy life to have a booty call. In a pay-by-the-hour motel.”
Derek shrugged. “We need it. At least the shower. We’ll be no good to anyone in the hospital right now.”
“This is true. It’s just… didn’t think our first time would be like this.”
“It wasn’t. It was in the woods.” Derek flashed a smile that was more fang than anything else and Stiles wanted to punch him in the face for being so comfortable with this. Shouldn’t there be more questions about what they were going to do?
Maybe not. Maybe this was the best way to handle this. It distracted Stiles from freaking out because he had killed someone just a few hours ago. He still had her blood under his nails.
He shouldn’t be thinking about that, because he didn’t regret it. He would do it again if given the chance. Better to focus on the impending sex.
Stiles pulled up to the motel and he fished in his ruined slacks for Derek’s wallet. He handed it over and Derek climbed out of the Jeep, running across the street to the quick mart. Stiles could only imagine what the person behind the counter thought of Derek, but then again anyone who worked the midnight shift probably saw some crazy things.
Same for whoever was working behind the counter of the motel. Derek didn’t say anything though as he came back to the Jeep with the key to a room at the far end of the motel. It wasn’t the same room Derek had had when he had stayed in this motel when they first met, but it looked exactly the same.
“I bought five hours,” Derek said as he shut the door and pulled off his shirt.
Stiles couldn’t stop himself from shaking his head, because that was just ridiculous. This was really happening in the seediest possible way, and he was okay with that. “That’s not shady at all.”
“They had a deal,” Derek said with a grin, kicking off his sneakers. “Forty for five hours instead of the normal fifty.”
“You’re horrible,” Stiles said, pulling his own shirt off. “I’ll meet you in the shower. Brush your teeth first.”
Derek didn’t respond to that as he grabbed the plastic bag of stuff he had bought (lube, travel-sized toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant) and followed Stiles into the bathroom.
Stiles turned on the shower, shucking his pants as he grabbed a washcloth from the rack. The bathroom was visibly clean at least, though when Stiles stepped under the lukewarm spray dirt began to stain the bottom of the tub.
It only got worse when Derek joined him, and Stiles stepped to the side so Derek could get fully under the water. He stared for a moment as Derek seemed to lose himself in the sensation, because it was such a nice picture. He didn’t want to ruin it, but he also wanted to kiss him, and if Derek had done what he had asked, then it wouldn’t taste like bad breath when he did.
Derek opened his eyes and looked at Stiles.
And then he leaned over and kissed him. He tasted like mint and Stiles grinned as he returned the kiss, hand going to Derek’s bicep so he had something to keep him steady as Derek spun them around, trapping Stiles against the wall.
Stiles made sure his back didn’t have the soap dispenser digging into it, and then he relaxed into Derek’s kisses. They hadn’t gotten to do this, and Stiles was enjoying it.
Derek kissed softly, or at least he started off slow. Then he took a step forward, pressing their naked bodies together, hips rolling, and suddenly the kiss was a lot more intense. There was tongue, and Derek’s hand was cupping the side of Stiles’ face.
Stiles moaned into the kiss, spreading his legs just a little so Derek could fit himself better between them. It was the first time they were naked together, and the sensation of their cocks sliding together felt amazing.
Derek broke the kiss to move down to Stiles’ neck, but Stiles really didn’t want that. Not yet. Not when he could have Derek’s mouth. He grabbed the back of Derek’s head and pulled him back up for another kiss, arching his hips.
He gasped in Derek’s mouth and Derek answered with a growl.
“Wanted to taste you,” Derek said in between kisses. He snuck down to suck a red mark into Stiles’ neck, before Stiles pulled him back for another kiss.
He could not get enough of Derek’s mouth.
But if that mouth was what Derek wanted to use… Stiles supposed he could let him go.
“Fine,” he finally said, threading his fingers into Derek’s hair and pushing him down.
Derek chuckled, but let himself sink to his knees. The water was still lukewarm, and that was good. It would suck if it suddenly got freezing cold.
“Of course now you want me to move,” Derek said as he bit the inside of Stiles’ leg gently. Most of the dirt had been washed away, though Stiles hadn’t used soap yet.
It was okay though. Derek didn’t seem to mind as he wrapped a hand around the base of Stiles’ cock, kissing the underside as he worked his way up to the tip.
Stiles’ head tipped back, and he tried to tilt his head forward so he could look at Derek sucking him, but his body was not cooperating. So instead he was stuck with the feeling as Derek started to suck the tip, tongue licking as he did.
It felt so good, and Stiles couldn’t stop himself from digging his nails into Derek’s shoulder as he tried desperately not to thrust his hips forward. Derek was doing a good job of stopping him though, holding Stiles flush against the wall.
That turned out to be a smart decision on Derek’s part, because after one long suck he pulled off Stiles’ cock and moved further down, mouthing the inside of Stiles’ thighs to get him to spread his legs. Stiles did it with pleasure, one leg hooking over Derek’s shoulder.
Then he felt Derek’s tongue pushing against him, and he gasped, trying to arch out of Derek’s hold. It didn’t work, and Derek held him still as he teased Stiles’ opening, tongue sometimes slipping back to his balls. The feeling was like nothing Stiles had felt before, and he groaned, hips moving as Derek picked up the pace, and pressed a finger to join his tongue.
Stiles doubled forward, foot slipping. Derek kept him safe, still working his tongue inside Stiles, and he could hear Derek moaning. Like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of Stiles.
Fuck that was hot. Nothing Stiles had thought he had wanted. Nothing he had known he needed until Derek was doing it.
He was so good at it too. Stiles didn’t want to know how, he was just grateful.
So grateful. So ridiculously grateful as Derek’s other hand wrapped around his cock and started to pump him.
Stiles keened, right on edge as Derek’s finger slipped inside him. He needed more. He knew he was going to get more soon, but now he knew he was going to enjoy it.
Fuck.
Stiles came on Derek’s face, and the water washed most of the semen away almost immediately. Stiles was panting, his own face near Derek’s because he hadn’t recovered from when he had bent over. If he contorted himself just a little more he could lick the remaining mess off of Derek’s face - but yeah. No. Stiles didn’t have it in him.
Derek was smirking as he slowly put down Stiles leg, keeping a hand on his hip to make sure he was steady.
“You’ll need to brush your teeth again,” Stiles said, because apparently sex made his filter disappear. Who knew?
Derek laughed, face looking gorgeous as he pecked Stiles on the lips. “Whatever you say.”
“I hate you,” Stiles grouched as he tried to locate the soap.
Derek just laughed again, and they spent a few minutes lazily washing each other. The water was finally dropping towards freezing and Derek shut off the tap, and grabbed them the too tiny towels the motel offered. They dried themselves as much as they needed, but Stiles still had drops of water on his skin as they left the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed.
Stiles attacked Derek’s mouth, climbing on top of him as he did. Derek didn’t seem to mind, letting Stiles have his way for a few moments before he grabbed Stiles’ hips and flipped them. Stiles whined, hands gripping Derek’s shoulders as he started to rub against Derek.
He may not be able to come just yet, but his body was still vibrating with pleasure, probably a residual from Derek, who was still hard. Stiles grinned, breaking the kiss and ducking his head so he could actually look at Derek. He liked admiring gorgeousness, and Derek naked was definitely that.
Stiles wrapped his hand around Derek’s cock, feeling the hardness with a gentle squeeze. That was going to feel either really good, or really bad in him. He was really hoping it was the former.
Especially if Derek knotted him.
Especially when Derek knotted him.
Derek groaned, hips jerking forward and his foreskin pulled forward just a bit as Stiles hand stroked over his erection.
Well, that was hot.
Stiles felt his mouth watering, lips parting, and he really wanted to return the favor from the shower. If he had the ability to get hard right now he would be.
“No,” Derek gasped. “In you.”
“My mouth is in me,” Stiles quipped back, licking his lips.
Derek squeezed his hips, and just like that Stiles found himself on his hands and knees. He blinked, because that was not expected at all. Derek had a hip on his lower back, keeping him bent over as he reached for the bag, the tube of lube he had bought.
“Not what I need,” Derek said, and yup, that was his cock nudging against Stiles’ thigh.
He moaned, because he remembered the woods. He remembered how good that had felt, and wondered how much better it would feel with Derek inside him.
The cap to the lube popped open, cutting through the sound of their panting and Stiles gasped as he felt cool liquid against his skin.
Derek’s hand spread Stiles’ cheeks, and a finger pressed against his entrance, not with any pressure though. He wasn’t trying to enter Stiles just yet. He was just teasing, getting lube around Stiles’ hole.
Fuck, he was going to take his time. Derek had some serious control.
Stiles whined, burying his face in the motel comforter as Derek took his time making sure there was enough lube before he even pressed his finger down harder.
It was worth it though, because when Derek’s finger finally entered him it went so much smoother than in the shower, and even that had felt good.
Stiles squirmed, trying to get more of Derek’s finger inside him. He was clenching around it, muscles working to try and push Derek out and pull him in at the same time. Stiles could only imagine what it felt like on Derek’s end.
Derek took his time, working the one finger slowly until he actually started something that resembled fucking. Then he added a second.
Stiles moaned, spreading his legs, wanting more. But Derek was still going slow. He took time to add more lube, making sure Stiles stayed wet. Stiles knew he would probably thank Derek in a hour when he was fine, but right now it was just annoying. He wanted Derek. He wanted more. He wanted everything, and he didn’t even know what that felt like.
“Please,” he gasped, wiggling his hips to try and make Derek pick up his pace as he added a third finger. “More, Derek please.”
Derek shushed him, and Stiles could smell how aroused he was. He licked his lips, because it smelled it like it would taste good, and dammit Stiles needed this. He had been good, patient even. Most teenagers couldn’t claim that!
Derek removed his fingers and Stiles groaned. He didn’t vocalize anything though, because fingers being removed meant something else replacing them, right?
The lube opened once more, and Stiles could hear Derek applying the lube to his cock, the sound of slicking filling the room. Stiles was so glad he had all of these senses because they made sex so much more interesting.
He was hard again, Derek playing with him enough to give him an erection, and Stiles tried to rub his cock against the bed. It was softer than the woods, where he hadn’t been able to do this.
This was softer all around. Derek was still in control, and Stiles really hoped he snapped at some point, because after all this slow stuff Stiles was sure being pounded sounded divine.
Derek’s cock pressed against his opening, and it felt deliciously hard. Stiles moaned, arching his hips back, and trying to get Derek to slip inside him.
When it finally happened, oh god-
Stiles’ cry was overshadowed by Derek’s growl as he started to sink into Stiles’ body.
“Yes, fuck,” Stiles cursed, feeling himself slide against the covers of the bed as Derek finally bottomed out, filling Stiles up completely.
He was big, a thick pressure inside Stiles body, and jesus fuck that was amazing. Could he have this feeling forever?
Then Derek started to move, hips pulling back and then snapping forward.
Stiles screamed into the mattress, because he had no shame. None at all. Who had time for shame when he was getting fucked?
Not Stiles, that was for sure.
So he screamed and didn’t give a shit that others could probably hear him. They could just be jealous that he was getting some better than them, and hopefully not mistake the screams for murder.
Derek was answering his screams with grunts of his own, picking up the pace as he got closer. Stiles didn’t even have the ability to reach down and jack himsel off, because fuck the feeling of Derek. It was good, and definitely overrode any higher functioning thoughts.
He could tell when Derek was close when he felt the knot start to swell, and that was when it hit Stiles. This was going to happen, and it was okay. Definitely okay. Better than okay.
He spread his legs just a little more, letting Derek slip further in him as his knot filled, and only Derek’s bruising grip on his hip kept him from pushing back so it was finally inside him. Stiles whined, because he needed it. Right now. Yes.
And then, finally, Derek pushed his hips all the way forward, knot slipping inside him and stretching Stiles further than he could have imagined. He screamed as he finally got a hand back to his own cock, and a few touches and he was coming.
His body tensed around Derek and Derek’s claws sunk into Stiles’ hips as his own hips stuttered forward, coming deep inside Stiles. Stiles’ eyes went wide at the feeling and he moaned, his own claws tearing into the mattress. He really hoped this wasn’t the kind of establishment that expected a security deposit, because if so they were so screwed.
Derek collapsed against Stiles’ back, still tied inside him. Stiles was fine with this, because he felt full, and he liked feeling full. He could still feel Derek coming in occasional spurts, and he wiggled his hips just to hear Derek whimper.
“So that’s what sex with an alpha feels like, huh?” Stiles muttered into the blanket.
Derek bit his shoulder. “Shut up, Stiles. You’re ruining my afterglow.”
Stiles reached his hand out, and hey it was only vaguely numb!, to try and find Derek’s so he could link their fingers together. “Guess we’ll just have to try again until we get it right.”
Derek snorted, and licked the bite mark he probably left on Stiles. It was okay. He was the alpha, Stiles supposed it was his right.
Chapter 12
Derek watched with horror as Stiles dropped to the ground, the air tingeing with more of his blood.
“Stiles!” he shouted as he ran to Stiles’ side, hand going to his shoulder. Derek looked up, sniffing the air as he searched the woods for Kate’s backup.
“Dad!” He heard Allison shout and as he focused he heard another few shouts of indignation and the start of a tussle.
The pack.
The humans.
They must have followed Stiles and stumbled upon Allison’s dad in the woods.
Peter howled as he located them as well, stepping on Kate’s body as he stalked towards the pack, getting in the way as another bullet fired.
“Dammit, I told them not to follow me,” Stiles said grouchily as his palm pressed on his shoulder wound. Derek didn’t know what to say to that as he pulled Stiles hand away so he could see the damage. “It was through and through,” Stiles said, shifting to watch Peter rush towards the pack as an arrow - Allison - fired right at his chest. “No wolfsbane. I’m fine.”
Derek could smell there was no wolfsbane. That didn’t stop him from worrying because Stiles wasn’t healing as fast as he should have. That was probably a mixture of exhaustion and getting shot twice in quick succession. Derek could only imagine how the time they were separated had been for Stiles.
“Lemme up,” Stiles muttered, shifting to get away from Derek’s grip. “Need to help.”
Derek’s eyes widened as Stiles began to shift and he tightened his hold as much as he could. Stiles tensed as Derek held him down. “You’re hurt.”
“Peter needs our help,” Stiles said, trying to fight him some more.
Derek felt his stomach drop, because that was not who needed their help. He heard Peter howl but he couldn’t look to see what was happening. “You’re worried for him,” Derek said flatly, because that was all he could say. Maybe hearing it would snap Stiles out of it. “It’s the connection.”
Stiles’ head snapped to the side so he could look at Derek. “What?”
“Alpha to beta. You killed for him, cemented your pack position.” Derek growled as he thought about how hard it would be to take out Peter now. “Why would you do that?”
Stiles’ eyes bled gold as he hissed in pain. “She hurt you.”
This was not good.
Peter howled as another arrow was embedded in his front leg. This arrow exploded, and Derek was impressed as he could be with Allison’s composure during the middle of a fight.
Derek needed to get in there though, because there was no way four humans would be able to hold Peter off. Not when Peter was in full protective alpha mode.
Someone had to stay with Stiles or else he would just be a distraction. This would have been so much easier if the pack hadn’t followed Stiles.
Derek didn’t even have time to think about why this was happening, and it frustrated him. Movement caught his eyes and Derek used all his strength to keep Stiles still as he turned.
Scott was creeping around the other side of the house.
Derek’s eyes went wide for a moment and then he motioned for Scott to come closer to him.
Which wasn’t working because Scott was too busy staring at Peter.
“Scott!” Derek shouted, holding Stiles back so he couldn’t run towards Peter.
Scott’s head swiveled and he looked surprised when he saw Derek and Stiles. Why did Scott have to be the one going around back? Derek thought as he motioned Scott to come closer.
He nodded, running low to the ground so he was beside Derek and Stiles.
“Fuck, what’s going on?” Scott hissed as he stared at Stiles, face red.
“I need you to stay with Stiles,” Derek said.
“What?!” Both boys said at the same time, Stiles sounding more indignant than Scott.
Derek didn’t pay attention to Stiles, focusing his attention on Scott until he finally got it. “Hold onto him and make sure he doesn’t get away from you.”
Scott’s eyes went crazy as he finally looked Derek’s way, widening as he tried desperately not to look down, but inevitably unable to stop himself. Derek didn’t have time for human modesty. He snapped his fingers to get Scott’s attention. He blinked in surprise, looking up at Derek. “But he’s like 300,000 times stronger than me!”
Derek did not have time for this. Chris and Allison were barely keeping Peter’s attention occupied. “Killing Kate with Peter connected them. They’re pack and Peter is the alpha, and Stiles is a hurt beta. You need to appeal to his rational mind so he doesn’t do something stupid on instinct.” Scott’s breath caught for a moment and Derek used the silence to transfer Stiles over to Scott. “Just keep talking to him.”
“But why me?” Scott asked.
Seriously? Derek huffed as he stood. “You’re his best friend. You’ll be able to keep him grounded almost as well as I would.”
He leapt into action before Scott could protest. He had to just trust that Scott could get the job done so Derek could do his best at distracting Peter, and possibly even killing him.
Derek hesitated for just a moment as he approached Peter, not even worrying about if Peter could sense him. If he was running on alpha instinct he would think Derek was on his side. Without rational thought he wouldn’t consider that Derek would try to stop him.
Peter had four arrows in him, two in the chest, and one in each leg. It had to hurt, but Peter didn’t seem to notice as he lunged for one of the humans.
They had at least been smart enough to separate.
Derek saw Danny dodge, clutching a backpack in his hand.
Another arrow went flying into Peter’s side, and it distracted Peter enough that he twisted away from Danny. Derek lunged, tucking himself into a ball as much as he could so when he sunk his claws into Peter’s side he was a smaller target and less flesh was showing.
Less flesh could be hit.
Peter howled and tried to buck Derek off of him, but Derek held on, slicing his claws down Peter’s side. Blood was pouring onto his hands, and Derek was afraid he would never be able to smell anything else after this. It would just be blood and fire and nightmares for the rest of his life.
He couldn’t stop though.
Derek heard the gunfire, and Peter jolted a few times before he finally managed to toss Derek off of him.
Derek slid to his feet as he fell, taking fur and flesh with him. He couldn’t think about it though, as he leapt for Peter again.
Peter was expecting him though, and Derek was swatted away. He grunted as he landed on the ground in a pile of limbs, legs upended over his head.
Peter’s eyes bore into Derek for a moment before he turned and headed for the humans again. He was headed straight for someone, and because Derek could see Danny struggling to get whatever was in the backpack out it couldn’t be him.
Another arrow came flying from the opposite direction, signaling Allison’s position. So Peter was headed towards Chris.
Derek climbed to his feet. He still wasn’t at full strength, but they needed to stop Peter. They needed to take him down.
“Derek, wait!” Danny called as Derek tried to run after Peter. He was holding three glass containers with liquid in them and Derek raised an eyebrow, impatient. “Give me a clear shot and I’ll toss these on him. They’re the explosives.”
Derek’s mind whirled, because if Danny had explosives then Lydia made them, which meant the original plan involved the others. How it had gotten like this Derek could only imagine. But he nodded and then took off after Peter.
Now they had a plan, a goal, and when Derek rushed into Peter this time, pushing him off of Chris Argent, it was with the knowledge that he would be dead soon.
Hopefully.
Derek heard Chris scramble away, and the gun went off twice more, until it clicked to signal he was out of bullets.
Derek didn’t care as he was thrown to the side by Peter. He knew he was going to have so many cuts and bruises that might take a few hours to heal. He was just lucky nothing serious had happened yet.
Peter growled at him, and Derek growled back, dropping low to knock into Peter again.
This time he managed to get Peter to the ground, and Danny was finally within range so once Derek felt safe in the knowledge that Danny had a clear shot they could end this.
He tussled for a few more moments, claws tearing into Peter some more until he was pushed back, Peter’s claws ripping into his chest.
“Danny, now!” Derek shouted as he slid away from Peter, throwing his arm in front of Chris to push him back.
No need for a human to get hurt.
Danny flung the first glass container and it hit Peter square in the chest. Derek waited for a beat, terrified it wasn’t going to work again, but then - BANG - fire erupted on Peter’s chest.
The flames didn’t engulf him right away. It took Danny chucking the second one for that to occur.
Peter’s howl echoed throughout the woods, sending a chill down Derek’s spine as he watched Peter burn.
He could hear Stiles let out an echoing whimper, but Scott must have been doing a good job of keeping him in control.
Peter went running for a few yards, trying to get the fire off of him. He was making awful noises, and the smell of burnt flesh, fur and blood stung Derek’s nose. Hell, it probably stung everyone’s nose, if the way Danny’s eyes were watering was any indication.
Peter fell to the ground, rolling instinctually as he did, until the flames went out.
Derek held his breath for a moment, but he still heard Peter breathing. It wasn’t over yet.
Derek took a deep breath as he approached Peter’s burnt body, claws already out.
Neither Chris nor Danny tried to stop him, and Derek heard someone running through the woods. He didn’t look back, but he could smell Allison, Scott and Stiles so they must have been coming to see what was happening.
Derek couldn’t look at them though. Just Peter, laid out before him.
He looked up at Derek, body completely ruined. Even if Derek just left him there, there was no chance of recovery. Peter would be dead within the hour more than likely.
But Derek couldn’t risk it. He raised his claws just as Peter opened an eye.
The alpha healing factor was quick.
Peter stared at him for a moment, and it looked like he wanted to … do something with his face. Smile maybe? “So it’s like this?” He managed to get out.
Derek didn’t say what he was thinking, that if Peter had just been able to control himself - if Chris hadn’t attacked Stiles, maybe this wouldn’t have happened like this. Maybe they could have been a pack, now that everyone Peter had been after was dead…
It didn’t matter. It didn’t play out like that, so why bother thinking about the what-ifs.
The transfer of power rushed through his body almost immediately after he had ripped out Peter’s throat. It took him by surprise how quickly it occurred and the intensity of the powers.
Derek felt himself heal, the superficial cuts knitting up, and it felt different than his normal healing. Quicker. Also he was suddenly, fiercely, aware of Stiles’ everything. His heartbeat, his breathing, the rate he was healing. He could hear and feel those things with the others too: Scott, Allison, and Danny, but it wasn’t the same.
They were human - for now - members of the pack. Important, and useful, but not Stiles. Not his beta.
His beta who was pushing Scott away at the edge of the clearing they were in. He was mostly healed but he was still covered in blood. Both his own and Kate’s.
Stiles looked wild, and he was gesturing at the others to shoo, but Derek couldn’t imagine why.
“Get out of here,” Stiles finally snapped before he turned and bolted.
Derek rushed after him, not even aware of what was happening until he was chasing Stiles down, tackling him to the ground and grinding his cock against the fabric of Stiles’ pants.
Oh. Derek hadn’t even realized that’s what he had wanted. His instincts were going haywire, and he was still running off of adrenaline.
He should apologize. Reign himself back in.
He’d just killed an alpha, and he should probably take a while to understand the new powers coursing through his body.
But then he actually looked down at Stiles, laid out underneath him and it was hard to want to do that.
Stiles’ eyes were gold, and while he wasn’t shifted just yet, he looked like he could let himself go at any moment.
Derek wanted him to lose it. He wanted Stiles to let go, to trust him.
Yeah, that was it.
Stiles lunged up, kissing Derek fiercely for a quick moment before pulling away to bite down the column of his neck. Derek didn’t blame him; he knew he hadn’t showered more than the cold hose Kate would spray on him every morning to clean him off before she started her taunting.
This wasn’t the time to think about this.
This was a time to think about Stiles. To focus on him. To focus on the alpha power thrumming through his veins and what it told him to do to make Stiles truly his. Truly pack.
Derek liked the idea of that. He liked it a lot, and from the way Stiles was trying to bite his way into Derek’s skin he seemed to like that idea too.
“Need you.” Derek finally was able to vocalize, and it felt so good to say out loud.
“Yes, good. Let’s do that,” Stiles said breathily, curling his fingers into Derek’s shoulders, and lifting his hips off of the ground.
Derek gave a sharp nip to his shoulder and then he flipped Stiles over, pulling him up to his knees. Stiles went, hands curling into the dirt as Derek worked his pants off with one hand. The other was stroking his cock already, because he was hard, and it was starting to hurt.
They didn’t have any lube so Derek couldn’t do everything he wanted, couldn’t claim Stiles the way he should. But that could wait. They had time. He’d get them off first. It should sate them - sate him - long enough to get somewhere more comfortable.
Maybe back to their room.
Derek liked that idea.
He licked the back of Stiles’ neck as he bent over him, pressing his cock against Stiles’ ass. Stiles moaned and wiggled underneath him, bare skin grinding deliciously against Derek.
He couldn’t help himself from biting at Stiles, and there was a certain thrill that came with seeing the bite mark stay. And the deeper he bit the longer the bites stayed.
Stiles was gasping beneath him, leaning down on his forearms. Derek didn’t mind. The angle made it better as he started to rub his cock against Stiles.
“Fuck,” Stiles cursed, and Derek felt him slip closer to the ground as he pulled one arm up, reaching down to grasp his erection.
Derek could hear him starting to jack himself off, and he growled, leaning up. Stiles whimpered, but Derek was just trying to adjust himself. If he was going to rub against Stiles he needed it to be somewhere good.
It only took a moment to decide, and another to maneuver Stiles the way he needed. He pushed Stiles’ thighs closer together, creating a tight space that he could fuck into.
The friction would hurt eventually, but Derek didn’t think this would last that long. He could already smell Stiles getting close, because he hadn’t stopped stroking himself while Derek had decided how he was going to get off, but that was okay. Even if he came first Derek would just fuck his pliant body.
Stiles wouldn’t mind.
Derek groaned as he pushed his cock into the space of Stiles’ thighs, started a pace that wasn’t so much thrusting but more of a rolling of his hips. It felt good though, and sometimes if he angled it just right his cock would bump against Stiles’ balls and they would both let out gasps.
It was fast, and dirty, and loud.
Stiles was pressing his face into his forearm, trying not to eat leaves as his mouth hung open. Derek loved watching his face, and he was glad Stiles had turned his head to the side so he could look at it while he fucked him. He wondered what it would look like when Derek was inside him, when Derek’s knot was trapped inside him.
Derek needed that. He was going to do that. Soon. Very soon.
Stiles’ face contorted as he came, his entire body tensing. His thighs quivered and it made Derek shudder as he leaned back, trying to finish himself off. He could smell the heady scent of Stiles’ come in the air and he couldn't wait to taste it.
With that thought in mind Derek pulled back, grabbing his cock and stroking a few more times until he was coming in stripes on Stiles’ back. He let out a low moan as he came. Stiles looked so good covered in his come.
He probably smelled even better, a mix of the two of them and sex.
Derek’s knees were ruined, and they both would need a shower but it was okay. They were okay. They were together.
***
Stiles was covered in dirt and blood. The dirt was caked into the blood that was on his hands, and basically he needed a shower. A very long, hot shower, preferably with Derek beside him because now that Stiles had had him he wasn’t sure he could go without. Derek was going to be stuck with him, for more reasons than the fact that they were pack.
And that sent a thrill through Stiles’ body. Derek was the alpha now, and Stiles could feel the difference. He had gotten a taste of it in the final minutes of Peter’s life, after he had killed Kate. He had known there was a risk when he killed her, that they would become connected like that. That his wolf might accept Peter and it would cause problems, but Derek had fixed that.
They were together now. Derek was who his wolf would answer to, and it would work because Derek answered to Stiles. They balanced each other. They were equals, even at different ranks.
The others beta wouldn’t be equals, but that was okay. It would fit into their dynamic.
Shit, the others. They needed to check on them. They should regroup, and then… then Stiles would need to tell Derek about Lydia. They would need to figure out what to do with her. How to make sure she survived.
Derek nuzzled into his neck, and then he licked him. Stiles liked that. He liked it a lot, but it was distracting him from reality and as much as he wanted to be distracted from reality they had responsibility.
“What’s the matter?” Derek asked, voice drawling and breath rushing over Stiles neck.
Stiles had to shift to look at Derek properly. “You mean besides being on the ground?”
“You don’t mind that,” Derek said, looking up at Stiles with a faint smile.
For someone who had been tortured for two weeks he was acting decently well adjusted. Stiles worried that once everything settled down the fallout would start to creep in. He had no idea what had happened, and a part of him didn’t want to know. He had already killed Kate based off of his imagination; it wasn’t like he could dig her up and do it all over again once his imagination was replaced with reality.
“We have things we need to do,” Stiles said instead. They would handle the fallout together, when - if - it came.
Derek hummed as he kissed Stiles’ neck. “We do.”
Stiles shifted on the ground. “Besides that. Like clean up, and making sure Mr. Argent isn’t getting the police.”
Derek went silent for a long moment. “No one is by the house. Haven’t been for about twenty minutes. It’s just the bodies.”
Stiles couldn’t stop himself from being surprised, but it made sense. Derek was probably aware of a lot more than he would be aware of beforehand. “I really hope they didn’t take my Jeep. I had a change of clothes for you in there.”
Derek stood up, stretching his arms over his head before offering a hand to Stiles. “That I can’t tell just yet. Your Jeep doesn’t have a specific smell. Do you know where they parked?”
“No idea. Like I said, I told them not to come.”
“Well, it’s a good thing they didn’t listen.” Derek frowned for a minute before shaking his head. “We won. If they hadn’t been here we wouldn’t have attacked Peter.”
“And you wouldn’t be alpha,” Stiles whispered, following Derek as he trekked back to the house.
Derek grunted in agreement, and because Stiles knew him he could hear the pleased tone in that grunt. Their plans were going the way they wanted, and even though they had been built in bloodshed, it didn’t stop Stiles from feeling his own pleasure in the whole affair.
He looked around, trying to spot his Jeep in the woods.
“You look,” Derek said, heading back towards the house, purposefully avoiding the bodies. “I’m grabbing shovels.”
Stiles quirked his head. “Where were the shovels?”
“In the room I was kept in.” Derek didn’t elaborate.
Stiles swallowed his anger and reminded himself that Kate was dead and so were the hunters she had brought with her. He focused instead on seeing if his Jeep was nearby.
It took a bit of walking, but he did finally stumble upon it, and thankfully the bag with the change of clothes was still tucked into the backseat. Stiles stripped off his ruined button down, and slacks, replacing them with one of Derek’s Henley shirts and his jeans. Perfect for burying dead bodies.
When he returned to the clearing with the backpack Derek had two shovels. Stiles tossed him the clothes he had packed, and Derek put them on before grabbing his shoes from the front of the house. He didn’t seem to mind the fact that he wasn’t clean. They were just going to get dirty anyway, so Stiles said nothing.
Digging a grave was tough, even with the super strength. The ground wasn’t soft until they got about a foot down, and then digging the hole out wide enough was a task in and of itself.
Chris showed up when they were about three feet down. He gave them a cool look and went to Kate’s body. Derek didn’t say anything, focusing on digging, so Stiles took it upon himself to handle the diplomatic part of hunter/werewolf relationships.
“Thanks for taking them back into town.”
Chris finally looked over at them. “How long have you been bitten?”
Stiles arched an eyebrow. “What? You want me to divulge pack secrets?”
Chris opened his mouth, and then thought better of whatever he was going to say. “If you’re trying to go for a truce we need to be on a fair playing ground knowledge-wise.”
“A truce?” Stiles wasn’t going to ask something stupid like how can I trust you because he had a feeling he knew. Allison was pack and he was pretty sure her father was smart enough to realize that. He seemed like the kind of guy who put family first, and if putting family first meant putting aside his werewolf hunting ways then so be it.
“As long as you two don’t harm any humans,” he hesitated, “or turn anyone.”
“Unfair,” Stiles said immediately. “We need three betas to make a pack.”
Chris met his eyes for a moment before they flicked away, looking behind Stiles. Derek had stopped shoveling and when Stiles glanced behind at him he saw his eyes were bleeding red.
“Not Allison,” Chris said quickly. “And the other girl - Lydia - was turned.”
Derek tensed behind Stiles, a low growl coming up from his diaphragm. “What?”
“We don’t know that for sure,” Stiles said before turning to Derek. “Peter bit her. The bite knocked her unconscious.”
“She’s at the hospital,” Chris supplied. “That’s where I took the other three. But if she does turn then you only need one more.”
“And if she doesn’t we’ll need two more,” Derek spoke up.
Stiles could hear Chris’ heartbeat picking up before he pushed it to be steady. “Fine. But you can’t bite anyone without their consent, and your betas need to be under control.”
“Done,” Stiles and Derek said at the same time.
“And then you keep hunters away from us,” Stiles said, picking his shovel back up. “We will only attack if we are attacked.”
“Keep a low profile and I’ll try my best.”
“Do better than your best,” Stiles snapped. He didn’t throw Allison in Chris’ face. He didn’t think it was necessary because Chris probably knew already. That’s why he had demanded they don’t choose her.
Chris kneeled besides Kate. “I’m going to file a missing persons in a few days. I’m planting this pendant on her. Allison said it was a link the police had?” Stiles nodded. “It will make the alpha murders fall on her, and I’ll make sure any questioning hunters think the old alpha killed her. It will satisfy most of them.”
“But not all of them,” Derek said flatly.
“No,” Chris agreed. “But it’s the most I can do. Keep your heads down. I’ll-I’ll look out for you as much as I can.”
“And the pack will keep Allison safe.”
Stiles snorted. “More like Allison will keep Allison safe.”
A faint smile crossed Chris’ face, before it fell to the side as he picked Kate up. Stiles noticed he tried to keep her in the same angle as he moved her so that way the blood that had already settled one way stayed there. It would make it harder for the coroner to know the body had been moved. A few days in the elements wouldn’t hurt either.
Stiles took a deep breath and went back to digging Peter’s grave.
“Are we going to the hospital after this?” He asked, looking at Derek.
Derek shook his head as he tossed dirt up onto the pile beside the grave. “Not yet. Text Scott and ask him for a status report. If it’s something important we’ll go, but if there isn’t any news we’re going to find a bed and I am going to fuck you.”
Stiles couldn’t stop himself from smirking. “I see you have your priorities in order.”
“Need to satisfy the alpha,” Derek grunted.
“I can handle that,” Stiles said as he licked his lips. “Definitely.”
Stiles didn’t have a watch but he knew it was nearing midnight by the time they finished digging the grave. Chris had left after he had set up Kate’s body and kicked away as much of the settled blood as he could. He didn’t say anything before he left, just gave them a look.
It was going to be a shaky truce at best, but at least it was getting there.
They finished burying Peter and planting the wolfsbane that Derek insisted on (not as much as Laura had, just a little) within the hour. They were both covered in dirt as they climbed into Stiles’ Jeep, and even with the healing factor Stiles still felt sore as he checked his phone.
There was only one message from Scott reading, lydia in icu and in coma. were spending the night.
Stiles gave the phone to Derek as he started his Jeep, driving out of the woods. “Where to?”
“The motel,” Derek said. “There’s a 24 hour quick mart across the street. I’ll grab supplies. We’ll only need the room for a few hours.”
Stiles couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “I love that we can take a moment out of our crazy life to have a booty call. In a pay-by-the-hour motel.”
Derek shrugged. “We need it. At least the shower. We’ll be no good to anyone in the hospital right now.”
“This is true. It’s just… didn’t think our first time would be like this.”
“It wasn’t. It was in the woods.” Derek flashed a smile that was more fang than anything else and Stiles wanted to punch him in the face for being so comfortable with this. Shouldn’t there be more questions about what they were going to do?
Maybe not. Maybe this was the best way to handle this. It distracted Stiles from freaking out because he had killed someone just a few hours ago. He still had her blood under his nails.
He shouldn’t be thinking about that, because he didn’t regret it. He would do it again if given the chance. Better to focus on the impending sex.
Stiles pulled up to the motel and he fished in his ruined slacks for Derek’s wallet. He handed it over and Derek climbed out of the Jeep, running across the street to the quick mart. Stiles could only imagine what the person behind the counter thought of Derek, but then again anyone who worked the midnight shift probably saw some crazy things.
Same for whoever was working behind the counter of the motel. Derek didn’t say anything though as he came back to the Jeep with the key to a room at the far end of the motel. It wasn’t the same room Derek had had when he had stayed in this motel when they first met, but it looked exactly the same.
“I bought five hours,” Derek said as he shut the door and pulled off his shirt.
Stiles couldn’t stop himself from shaking his head, because that was just ridiculous. This was really happening in the seediest possible way, and he was okay with that. “That’s not shady at all.”
“They had a deal,” Derek said with a grin, kicking off his sneakers. “Forty for five hours instead of the normal fifty.”
“You’re horrible,” Stiles said, pulling his own shirt off. “I’ll meet you in the shower. Brush your teeth first.”
Derek didn’t respond to that as he grabbed the plastic bag of stuff he had bought (lube, travel-sized toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant) and followed Stiles into the bathroom.
Stiles turned on the shower, shucking his pants as he grabbed a washcloth from the rack. The bathroom was visibly clean at least, though when Stiles stepped under the lukewarm spray dirt began to stain the bottom of the tub.
It only got worse when Derek joined him, and Stiles stepped to the side so Derek could get fully under the water. He stared for a moment as Derek seemed to lose himself in the sensation, because it was such a nice picture. He didn’t want to ruin it, but he also wanted to kiss him, and if Derek had done what he had asked, then it wouldn’t taste like bad breath when he did.
Derek opened his eyes and looked at Stiles.
And then he leaned over and kissed him. He tasted like mint and Stiles grinned as he returned the kiss, hand going to Derek’s bicep so he had something to keep him steady as Derek spun them around, trapping Stiles against the wall.
Stiles made sure his back didn’t have the soap dispenser digging into it, and then he relaxed into Derek’s kisses. They hadn’t gotten to do this, and Stiles was enjoying it.
Derek kissed softly, or at least he started off slow. Then he took a step forward, pressing their naked bodies together, hips rolling, and suddenly the kiss was a lot more intense. There was tongue, and Derek’s hand was cupping the side of Stiles’ face.
Stiles moaned into the kiss, spreading his legs just a little so Derek could fit himself better between them. It was the first time they were naked together, and the sensation of their cocks sliding together felt amazing.
Derek broke the kiss to move down to Stiles’ neck, but Stiles really didn’t want that. Not yet. Not when he could have Derek’s mouth. He grabbed the back of Derek’s head and pulled him back up for another kiss, arching his hips.
He gasped in Derek’s mouth and Derek answered with a growl.
“Wanted to taste you,” Derek said in between kisses. He snuck down to suck a red mark into Stiles’ neck, before Stiles pulled him back for another kiss.
He could not get enough of Derek’s mouth.
But if that mouth was what Derek wanted to use… Stiles supposed he could let him go.
“Fine,” he finally said, threading his fingers into Derek’s hair and pushing him down.
Derek chuckled, but let himself sink to his knees. The water was still lukewarm, and that was good. It would suck if it suddenly got freezing cold.
“Of course now you want me to move,” Derek said as he bit the inside of Stiles’ leg gently. Most of the dirt had been washed away, though Stiles hadn’t used soap yet.
It was okay though. Derek didn’t seem to mind as he wrapped a hand around the base of Stiles’ cock, kissing the underside as he worked his way up to the tip.
Stiles’ head tipped back, and he tried to tilt his head forward so he could look at Derek sucking him, but his body was not cooperating. So instead he was stuck with the feeling as Derek started to suck the tip, tongue licking as he did.
It felt so good, and Stiles couldn’t stop himself from digging his nails into Derek’s shoulder as he tried desperately not to thrust his hips forward. Derek was doing a good job of stopping him though, holding Stiles flush against the wall.
That turned out to be a smart decision on Derek’s part, because after one long suck he pulled off Stiles’ cock and moved further down, mouthing the inside of Stiles’ thighs to get him to spread his legs. Stiles did it with pleasure, one leg hooking over Derek’s shoulder.
Then he felt Derek’s tongue pushing against him, and he gasped, trying to arch out of Derek’s hold. It didn’t work, and Derek held him still as he teased Stiles’ opening, tongue sometimes slipping back to his balls. The feeling was like nothing Stiles had felt before, and he groaned, hips moving as Derek picked up the pace, and pressed a finger to join his tongue.
Stiles doubled forward, foot slipping. Derek kept him safe, still working his tongue inside Stiles, and he could hear Derek moaning. Like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of Stiles.
Fuck that was hot. Nothing Stiles had thought he had wanted. Nothing he had known he needed until Derek was doing it.
He was so good at it too. Stiles didn’t want to know how, he was just grateful.
So grateful. So ridiculously grateful as Derek’s other hand wrapped around his cock and started to pump him.
Stiles keened, right on edge as Derek’s finger slipped inside him. He needed more. He knew he was going to get more soon, but now he knew he was going to enjoy it.
Fuck.
Stiles came on Derek’s face, and the water washed most of the semen away almost immediately. Stiles was panting, his own face near Derek’s because he hadn’t recovered from when he had bent over. If he contorted himself just a little more he could lick the remaining mess off of Derek’s face - but yeah. No. Stiles didn’t have it in him.
Derek was smirking as he slowly put down Stiles leg, keeping a hand on his hip to make sure he was steady.
“You’ll need to brush your teeth again,” Stiles said, because apparently sex made his filter disappear. Who knew?
Derek laughed, face looking gorgeous as he pecked Stiles on the lips. “Whatever you say.”
“I hate you,” Stiles grouched as he tried to locate the soap.
Derek just laughed again, and they spent a few minutes lazily washing each other. The water was finally dropping towards freezing and Derek shut off the tap, and grabbed them the too tiny towels the motel offered. They dried themselves as much as they needed, but Stiles still had drops of water on his skin as they left the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed.
Stiles attacked Derek’s mouth, climbing on top of him as he did. Derek didn’t seem to mind, letting Stiles have his way for a few moments before he grabbed Stiles’ hips and flipped them. Stiles whined, hands gripping Derek’s shoulders as he started to rub against Derek.
He may not be able to come just yet, but his body was still vibrating with pleasure, probably a residual from Derek, who was still hard. Stiles grinned, breaking the kiss and ducking his head so he could actually look at Derek. He liked admiring gorgeousness, and Derek naked was definitely that.
Stiles wrapped his hand around Derek’s cock, feeling the hardness with a gentle squeeze. That was going to feel either really good, or really bad in him. He was really hoping it was the former.
Especially if Derek knotted him.
Especially when Derek knotted him.
Derek groaned, hips jerking forward and his foreskin pulled forward just a bit as Stiles hand stroked over his erection.
Well, that was hot.
Stiles felt his mouth watering, lips parting, and he really wanted to return the favor from the shower. If he had the ability to get hard right now he would be.
“No,” Derek gasped. “In you.”
“My mouth is in me,” Stiles quipped back, licking his lips.
Derek squeezed his hips, and just like that Stiles found himself on his hands and knees. He blinked, because that was not expected at all. Derek had a hip on his lower back, keeping him bent over as he reached for the bag, the tube of lube he had bought.
“Not what I need,” Derek said, and yup, that was his cock nudging against Stiles’ thigh.
He moaned, because he remembered the woods. He remembered how good that had felt, and wondered how much better it would feel with Derek inside him.
The cap to the lube popped open, cutting through the sound of their panting and Stiles gasped as he felt cool liquid against his skin.
Derek’s hand spread Stiles’ cheeks, and a finger pressed against his entrance, not with any pressure though. He wasn’t trying to enter Stiles just yet. He was just teasing, getting lube around Stiles’ hole.
Fuck, he was going to take his time. Derek had some serious control.
Stiles whined, burying his face in the motel comforter as Derek took his time making sure there was enough lube before he even pressed his finger down harder.
It was worth it though, because when Derek’s finger finally entered him it went so much smoother than in the shower, and even that had felt good.
Stiles squirmed, trying to get more of Derek’s finger inside him. He was clenching around it, muscles working to try and push Derek out and pull him in at the same time. Stiles could only imagine what it felt like on Derek’s end.
Derek took his time, working the one finger slowly until he actually started something that resembled fucking. Then he added a second.
Stiles moaned, spreading his legs, wanting more. But Derek was still going slow. He took time to add more lube, making sure Stiles stayed wet. Stiles knew he would probably thank Derek in a hour when he was fine, but right now it was just annoying. He wanted Derek. He wanted more. He wanted everything, and he didn’t even know what that felt like.
“Please,” he gasped, wiggling his hips to try and make Derek pick up his pace as he added a third finger. “More, Derek please.”
Derek shushed him, and Stiles could smell how aroused he was. He licked his lips, because it smelled it like it would taste good, and dammit Stiles needed this. He had been good, patient even. Most teenagers couldn’t claim that!
Derek removed his fingers and Stiles groaned. He didn’t vocalize anything though, because fingers being removed meant something else replacing them, right?
The lube opened once more, and Stiles could hear Derek applying the lube to his cock, the sound of slicking filling the room. Stiles was so glad he had all of these senses because they made sex so much more interesting.
He was hard again, Derek playing with him enough to give him an erection, and Stiles tried to rub his cock against the bed. It was softer than the woods, where he hadn’t been able to do this.
This was softer all around. Derek was still in control, and Stiles really hoped he snapped at some point, because after all this slow stuff Stiles was sure being pounded sounded divine.
Derek’s cock pressed against his opening, and it felt deliciously hard. Stiles moaned, arching his hips back, and trying to get Derek to slip inside him.
When it finally happened, oh god-
Stiles’ cry was overshadowed by Derek’s growl as he started to sink into Stiles’ body.
“Yes, fuck,” Stiles cursed, feeling himself slide against the covers of the bed as Derek finally bottomed out, filling Stiles up completely.
He was big, a thick pressure inside Stiles body, and jesus fuck that was amazing. Could he have this feeling forever?
Then Derek started to move, hips pulling back and then snapping forward.
Stiles screamed into the mattress, because he had no shame. None at all. Who had time for shame when he was getting fucked?
Not Stiles, that was for sure.
So he screamed and didn’t give a shit that others could probably hear him. They could just be jealous that he was getting some better than them, and hopefully not mistake the screams for murder.
Derek was answering his screams with grunts of his own, picking up the pace as he got closer. Stiles didn’t even have the ability to reach down and jack himsel off, because fuck the feeling of Derek. It was good, and definitely overrode any higher functioning thoughts.
He could tell when Derek was close when he felt the knot start to swell, and that was when it hit Stiles. This was going to happen, and it was okay. Definitely okay. Better than okay.
He spread his legs just a little more, letting Derek slip further in him as his knot filled, and only Derek’s bruising grip on his hip kept him from pushing back so it was finally inside him. Stiles whined, because he needed it. Right now. Yes.
And then, finally, Derek pushed his hips all the way forward, knot slipping inside him and stretching Stiles further than he could have imagined. He screamed as he finally got a hand back to his own cock, and a few touches and he was coming.
His body tensed around Derek and Derek’s claws sunk into Stiles’ hips as his own hips stuttered forward, coming deep inside Stiles. Stiles’ eyes went wide at the feeling and he moaned, his own claws tearing into the mattress. He really hoped this wasn’t the kind of establishment that expected a security deposit, because if so they were so screwed.
Derek collapsed against Stiles’ back, still tied inside him. Stiles was fine with this, because he felt full, and he liked feeling full. He could still feel Derek coming in occasional spurts, and he wiggled his hips just to hear Derek whimper.
“So that’s what sex with an alpha feels like, huh?” Stiles muttered into the blanket.
Derek bit his shoulder. “Shut up, Stiles. You’re ruining my afterglow.”
Stiles reached his hand out, and hey it was only vaguely numb!, to try and find Derek’s so he could link their fingers together. “Guess we’ll just have to try again until we get it right.”
Derek snorted, and licked the bite mark he probably left on Stiles. It was okay. He was the alpha, Stiles supposed it was his right.
Chapter 12