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      Published: 2015-08-27 Updated: 2015-09-28 Chapters: 4/? Words: 3763
****** The Gem Shown in Your Eyes. ******
by AmyHale
Summary
     Stiles doesn't like to follow rules. This leads him to the dirty
     blistered hands of Derek. Who just wants to show his gem off to
     Peter.
Notes
     This is my first fic in a long time. Tell me what you think, good or
     bad. May be some spelling mistakes. My computer keys are a little
     sticky from my cousin's juice. Enjoy <3 :)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** The Run Towards the Monster. *****
Stiles was a more interesting kid. He was not a rule follower like dear old
Scott and Allison. He liked to stretch boundaries, and one of the strong
boundaries was a layer of mountain ash. He had heard horrifying stories from
none other than Jackson of what was beyond that, but ever since he'd heard the
stories of "Bloody Mary" in the bathroom mirror. Which led to him chanting it
with until his dad came home and told him Jackson was just being a "idiot".
Stiles could've told him that one. He didn't believe a word out of Jackson's
mouth. This is what lead to his curiosity sprinting him to the border.
It was the morning of his 11th birthday. His dad had woken him up at 6 a.m.
with a kiss and off he went into the station for a double shift. He wished his
dad could spend the day with him, but his dad had the coolest job ever! He
wanted to be the sheriff too. So he understood when dad said he had to work,
who would turn down something that fun. He was working a double shift so he
knew his dad would be out until 10. He also knew that the Argent family checks
across the line to see openings, So he had to move fast.
 
Stiles carried a flashlight along with a camping kit his dad bought him when
the went on a school trip. Even had a nice comfy spiderman sleeping bag- He
would have preferred batman but his dad got confused-He carried on down a path
He finally reached the boundary. The path led out of the circle so he must be
allowed. He looked around for any movement or lights just in case. As he
stepped across the border he instantly got a rush of excitement.
He ran through the forest, this was by far the coolest thing he'd ever done. He
walked for about an hour. He came to a crossroad and decided to set up camp. He
found a soft spot on the grass, and set down his sleeping bag. This was gonna
be the most exciting thing to happen to him or any of his friends since of
course the birth of Lydia. He reached into his backpack and grabbed one of his
chocolate covered granola bars. He hopes his dad won't be mad after the box
disappears. He knows his dad will probably never even find out he left the
house that day. He knows how to hide things, like the time him and Scott played
with silly string to create a Spiderman effect. Then turned the vacuum up high,
just as his dad pulled in the driveway.
It was around 2 p.m. He still had 8 whole hours. He laid down on the bedding,
there were a few hard lumps but it was overall comfy. He looked up at the sky
the sun was mostly in his eyes. He closed them but that's when he heard a
slight rustle. His eyes opened to follow it. He called it off as nothing.
Then chills, a slight grunt heard by the treeline. He looked over to a dark
haired scruffily man. He had a deep scowl on his face. Fully nude, his skin
tinted with a layer of dirt. Stiles flailed back pulling his backpack as a
makeshift shield.
"Whoa..Where...Please, please sir. D-Don't be mad. I-I'll go home. Please!"
Stiles pleaded as the man slowly crept forward. Stiles felt tears rising in his
eyes. One wet the way down his cheek. immediately the man sprung towards him
then lowered himself to his knees.
"No." A deep strained voice said lightly. The man raised his dirty blistered
hands to wipe the tear track away leaving dirt to dry. He look at Stiles with
look of amazement. Skin so fair and clean was something he had never seen
before.The sadness and fear plagued the air. When he brushed the wetness away
it had made him feel like he was painting a gentle stroke across his cheekbone
of a canvas. He had thought this boy was beautiful. Like the gems his uncle
would bring him from the place just beneath the waterfall. He wanted to bring
this boy back to Peter. Show his beauty of and make his uncle proud of his
find.
Stiles was in a state of trepidation. He could barely move. Eyes wide to catch
any other movement from the large man. His face felt tight as the dirt dried
uncomfortably. The man's hand was still close to his face. His eyes caught the
man's for a second, he saw this obsessiveness that scared him senseless. Was he
one of the bad men his dad put away? Stiles had only heard little about Omegas
and Alphas, but his dad said to be careful around the people who smelled
different. He barely knew what it all meant, but he knew this man smelt
different. It faintly reminded him of the scent left on his mothers clothes. Or
on Mr. McCall who annoyed the heck out of him.
Derek had sensed the fear in the air and wanted the pungent odor to disappear
so he could get to the deeper level of this little omegas scent. He had to find
safety. He stood up and gathered the little boy into his arms. He grabbed a bag
that smelled strong of the boy, along with thick fabric that laid on the ground
and set off. He was to take his treasure to share with Peter.
Stiles was held in the arms of a man he had never met. This man was unlike
others, his body was strong and rugged, stronger than even his dad's. He was in
a constant shake. He had never been so quiet. but he didn't know what to say he
didn't know where this man was taking him. His voice quivered as he asked one
question.
"What's your name?" he whispered. Voice weak and vulnerable.
"Derek" He answered in the same strong scratchy voice. That's when Stiles
passed out.
***** Do they right thing and let me fall. *****
Chapter Summary
     Shows dynamic into Derek and Peter's relationship.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

The Hales had lived among everyone. Though heightened senses is what led to the
demise. The locals had heard of the Hales and others like them. The Hales
seemed to be the only ones of their species in control. Derek was only 4 when
the Argents decide to take control of the "situation." His family were all
hunted, most died in a fire that had been set. It also led to a wall of
mountain ash separating them from their humanity. Peter was around 12, he took
Derek and set off running until Derek's little pudgy legs got tired. Peter then
carried him until finding a place to camp out. That place had remained there
only shelter, a decent sized cave. 
Derek felt the young omega fall unconscious into his arms. He pulled the boy
closer so the boy's head rested on his shoulder. He looked down at the light
features, his slight upturn to his nose his eyelashes brushing his cheek. The
smell of fear subsided and he could finally smell his natural scent
uninterrupted. Derek wasn't far from the cave. Peter was gonna be so very proud
of him. He wanted to make Peter happy again.
Stiles woke with his head rested on something hard and warm. He was being
rocked back and forth. He heard ragged breaths and an occasional grunt. He
looked up at the man, he held a concentrated look on his face. His face almost
bare of emotions. When the man felt his stare he looked down. He looked away
quickly, not wanting to show dominance. His heart started to beat faster, his
stomach cramped with nerves. What if he never seen his dad again or his
friends. What if he was really a monster in a disguise? What if Jackson was
right? Oh my God. Oh my God!
"N-No." Derek said roughly, throat aching from misuse and need for hydration.
He felt the fear in the boy skyrocket. He hated how much it covered up
everything. He tried to lift him closer to his body, but the backpack on his
forearm prevented that. His hand was tingling after it had cut off his
circulation, for the remainder of the hike. He was only minutes away from the
cave. The excitement built.
Confused wouldn't cut what Stiles was feeling  right now. The man muttered no,
no to what? "What...w-Where are we g-going?" He was on a constant edge of a
panic attack. Breathing seemed way harder with the rush of terror. He wanted to
pass out again. Sleep til he was with his dad again. He felt the man step down,
it got quite a bit darker. He looked around, he saw he was surrounded by stone
walls. He was startled a hand touches his knee. He kicks his foot up hitting
something hard, the hand the grabbed his calf. He looked towards it to see a
new man looking at him either intensely or intently. 
If only you could imagine Peter's surprise, when his strong little nephew had
brought home a breathtaking omega. The smell wafted over to him from the left
side of the cave. He instantly stood up, nearly sprinting over to him. He ran
his hand over the pale dotted skin. He felt the little omega shiver only light
hairs bristled against the rough of his hand. The contentment he felt for his
boy was undoubted. This was unlike any other gift he could've gotten. Although
Derek had held all the company he needed. He still could not bear his cub. This
meant he could carry on his pack, the Hale name. Have a child to raise strong
like his nephew had become. The child had been unaware of this presence and the
act of defense only spurred him on more. The way he move to protect himself had
shown he would make children eligible for the Hale name.
Stiles felt chills and the man ran his hand up to his knee, brushing the edge
of his shorts. His foot twitched which led the man to a stronger grip. The
chest holding him up vibrated suddenly as he growled at him. He instantly
lessened his grip. The man started walking towards the back of the of the
cavern, laid him and the sleeping bag on a elevated rock, There had been other
fabrics surrounding him. He wondered what they were, seeing as the men were
both naked. He felt pressure to fall asleep but his nerves we're so wracked
sleep was miles away. He rested his head on his arms, he closed his eyes
gently. Opening them seconds later, he found the two men were facing each
other, foreheads touching as the seemingly older man brought his hands to rest
on the Derek's cheeks. Then, continued on his way through the mans hair.
Embracing so they were nuzzling each others necks. Stiles felt he should look
away but it was all so mesmerizing. They broke off in smiles. 
  
Derek had been so happy to see his uncles smile again he was almost in tears.
He finally felt like he gave back just a sliver of what Peter did for him. He
looked over to the omega, seeing his head resting on his arms only his eyes
could be seen staring shyly at them. 
He smiled at him and wormed his way over to him. He ran his fingers through the
boys hair, the boy flinched slightly proving Derek must teach him he was
family. He leaned down and kissed the boys head. Only meant for comfort but the
boy tensed. 
"I need to go home." He whispered. looking back up to Derek. 
"T-this home!" Derek grunted. He looked confused. Peter looked at him with
sadness. He had expected the boy to be hesitant at first, but Derek went into
this looking through rose colored glass. 

Chapter End Notes
     Thanks everyone!! feel free to leave a comment or kudos. Would love
     to hear likes/dislike or what you would like from this story!
     Goodnight <3
***** We are guardians separated from the galaxy. *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles faces reality...and Derek's nakedness.
Chapter Notes
     NSFW warning for a beautiful picture of Derek. For all GIFs used just
     picture Derek and Peter nude. It's pretty easy. Taking a minor break
     for school.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Stiles knows there's something different about them. The next time he wakes up
after a panic filled evening, of toss and turns there's a small fire lit fish
lay over top on rows of wood. The men both seem to be hesitant around it, only
going around when necessary. This confuses Stiles which is a emotion Stiles has
become very friendly with. It's mostly dark out. Stiles thinks it's around 9
o'clock, his dad will be home a little after 10. He gets up and grabs his bag,
it's quite warm to the touch. He's hurrying over to the door when he sees the
the two men. There both so involved together they don't notice. He was almost
out the door when the man called Derek rushed towards him.
Derek hadn't stopped smiling, Peter had this look of happiness. He knew the
qualities Stiles had to increase the pack. Him and Peter were the only thing
they needed. As Stiles was sleeping he ran is fingers through his short hair.
Derek hoped the boy's intelligence would rub off on him. When he saw their boy
up and around he smiled even wider. Though when he saw him rush for the door he
raced over to him.
Stiles looked up to the man the had his hands tightly on his shoulder. He had a
hard emotionless look on his face. Derek moved to pull him forward hands under
his armpits as he threw him over his shoulder. Oh boy Stiles had quite the
view.
He felt flustered by the man's feelings towards clothes. He didn't quite no
where to look. Derek held him from the back of his thighs, heading back to his
alternative bed. Derek put him down gently. He felt the tears well up as his as
the realization hit that his not very thought out plan came crashing down.
Derek must of took notice he loomed over his face. He tried to just block out
really by closing his eyes and covering his face, Derek just moved them away.
He leaned down toward Stiles, faces so close there was on a tiny space between
each's nose. He felt a tear run down his cheek and before he could move away
Derek leaned out running his tongue over the tear track. Stiles froze, no
thoughts, no words nothing went through his head.
Derek hated the boys sadness. He wondered if he had been the reason everyone
was upset. Peter hadn't seem to be happy around just Derek. When he had brought
the omega home it seemed his smile was genuine. With the boy as well seemed to
get really sad around him. He just wanted to comfort the boy but it had ended
with the boy tensing and fear filling the air. Derek had stood up stepping
away. Confused at the boys distress. "No?" He asked, reaching up and grabbing a
one of the pretty rocks from the shelf intruding out. 
 
 The light from the fire lit up the mans face. As he reached up, Stiles
panicked wondering what he was reaching for. He saw it was only a tiny rock he
relaxed slightly. "U-uh n-no. Please si-sir I need to get h-home, m-my d-dad's
home soon and he's the sh-sheriff please. Please!" he saw the older man tense
at the word sheriff. "Please I need my dad." he hiccups.
Peter stands, walked toward the omega timidly. Not wanting to upset him
further. He walks over to the fish pulling them off setting them on a long thin
rock. He let them cool off as he sat next to they boy laying down. "Y-you need
t-to stay...We need you-ou." He cleared his throat, he hadn't talked that much
in years. Peter had a larger vocabulary then Derek, but he still had to think
over each word. He had tried to teach Derek, he had learn a few things but only
talked as least and as little as he needed. "What's your n-name?
"Please, don't hurt me. I need to go home." The boy backed away tears welling
up at the realization he was not going home.
"No hurt! We-we p-pr-pr-pro." Derek stuttered out. a hard look of
concentration. 
"Protect you." Peter interjected smiling at both Stiles and Derek.
"Yes" Derek agreed then smiled back at Peter. Then looked over to Stiles. "Pr-
Protect y-you."
Stiles looked over at the both of them. He was trapped in a cave with bunch of
lunatics. That's when he fainted yet again.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Going to remove Stiles age. He could be anywhere between 10-17.
     Thanks for the love/comments/kudos. Anything you'd like to see feel
     free to comment and I'll see what I can do. I was feeling a little
     icky while writing so I'm sorry if this wasn't up to par. Next
     chapter I'm thinking dinner of course and a cuddle fest. Maybe
     something with the melted chocolate from the granola bars.
***** sex is nothing to be ashamed or afraid of *****
Chapter Notes
     Guess who's back! Back again, you know the rest. *Some sexy times*
     *Dubious consent*
See the end of the chapter for more notes
His head was pounding even before he opened his eyes. He groaned lifting his
hands to massage his temple. A slight snore ran out reminding him of the
previous events. He opened his eyes slowly, scared for reality to hit him
harder. He jumped when he felt something brush his leg. Looked over to the
culprit. The men lay wrapped around each other. Peter lay closest to him,
stretching slightly pushing into Derek's warmth. A 'hmm' sound ringing out.
Stiles could feel the love between the two, and despite the earlier events and
downright scariness of them he wanted to feel the warmth between them.
 
He had no semblance of the time. The world outside the cave was dark and quiet.
He sat up trying to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness the fire couldn't
reach. His bladder protested.
"Up. Eat now." He turns around to the rough voice. He looks towards it seeing
Derek just above Peter's shoulder. He gets up climbs over Peter as gracefully
as you could imagine someone in the position. Peter must have woken up to the
change in temperature, he rolled onto his back. Stiles shuffled over as Derek
came towards the edge, he jumped down onto the floor of the cave. Walked down a
few rocks. Towards the fish put near the fire, enough to keep them warm without
cooking them further. He grabs one it towards him. Already encouraging his
claws out ripping meat off, shoving in towards Stiles all the while pulling the
fish toward him to rip the meat with his dulled teeth from the stick.
The look of the fish was overall unappetizing.  Stiles was about to tell the
man to not bother, but he saw something that grabbed his attention. The mans
fingernails seemed to have sprouted claws. Panic overcame him for the countless
time. He backed away trying to understand and trying to shake off the panic
attack. His legs hit the rock leading to the bed. He fell on it shuffling back
until he hit the body his panicked mind had forgot about. Peter. The man
grabbed around his waist from behind, pulling him in. Stiles felt the man's
face in the nape of his neck, he got shivers through his whole body. He could
feel the man's  dick resting up against him. More Panic. He felt a hot wetness
spread through his pants as his bladder let go. Despite his brain being clogged
by panic the embarrassment shinned through as well. Peter's arms tightened
around his waist, pushing more out. His body must of been a complete red.
Finally the streamed ended. Stiles looked down to see the damage, his pants
were completely soaked plus the end of his shirt. Peter flipped him over on to
his back hands moving to his shoulders. 
"You're o-kay." He smiled down at his boy, the lovely omega. All shy rosy
cheeks. He settled in between the boys lanky legs, feeling the warm wetness on
his skin. When it hit his skin he started to become cold. The breeze from the
night ignited his skin. He wanted the wetness away. He hauled himself up moving
to the waist of the boys pants. In one smooth motion the pants and underwear
came off. He lowered himself down again despite the boys pleas and shoves. He
'shh's' into his collarbone, the boy smells like heaven. The shirt still
gathers wetness, he moves whipping the shirt off his boy. Stiles struggles
pushing his hands to cover up but before he can Peter flips them. Stiles in a
startled fog wraps around Peter. He takes that opportunity to pull him closer
into a tighter embrace.
 
Stiles can't help but seek more. The man brings comfort and steadiness and the
last few hour have been nothing but unsteady. He decides to just relax and
breathe. He knows soon he'll be back home. His dad's the sheriff, there's no
way they can't find him. He'll just tread lightly til then. The man snuggled
further into him. He tensed slightly, then took a big breath of air. 
Derek was watching this whole ordeal, he had finished his fish still holding
the piece intended for Stiles. He couldn't eat it, it was the omega's and he
wanted to care for him. Watching the other two unexpectedly made his blood flow
south. He had never felt shame in sex. Peter has always assured him that it was
all natural to have feelings and wants. This lead to Derek not knowing many
boundaries.
Peter felt the boy seem to relax plenty, he took it as a slight win. The next
step was to get him situated, make him comfortable, make him family. 
Stiles heard a slight slapping noise, he lifted his head over Peter's shoulder
and the sight made him blush. The man had a hand wrapped around his cock. He
leaned toward Stiles seeking eye contact. Once he found those burnt honey eyes
he twitches. He nearly comes, he slows taking a deep breath.
Peter's looking over at his nephew, then back to Stiles he giggles slightly at
the look planted on the omegas face. The blush has resettled, his whole body
seem to be following. His pale skin dotted in moles. The boy is entirely new to
sex. He looks over to see Derek slouched over hand increasing speed. Peter seen
this sight so many times, but it still make his cock hard. When he twitches it
makes Stiles jump when it hits his thigh, he looks down a surprised look
settles there. Oh Peter's gonna have fun with this one. 
Stiles is overcome with all the sexuality in this room. He tries not to focus
on anything in fear of popping a boner. A boner that currently seems invisible
compared to the size of Derek and Peter. He tries to rolls off Peter, but the
grip only tightens. Stiles just lays down his head, closing his eyes, blocking
out the feeling of blood rushing. Stiles rested against his shoulder and
despite his surroundings he feel asleep to tired to fight against his heavy
eyelids.
Chapter End Notes
     My head was pounding, this may have felt rushed. Should I continue
     this? Let me know in the comments below.
End Notes
     Thank you and goodnight! Already working on the next chapter. Hope
     you enjoy!
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