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  Rating:
      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall, Isaac_Lahey, Erica_Reyes,
      Vernon_Boyd, Melissa_McCall, Alan_Deaton, Sheriff_Stilinski
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      Oral_Sex, Violence, My_First_Work_in_This_Fandom, Please_Don't_Kill_Me,
      I'm_Bad_At_Titles, Sheriff_Stilinski's_Name_is_John, Werewolf_Derek,
      Werewolf_Sex, Alpha_Derek, Come_Eating, Werewolf_Bites, My_First_Fanfic,
      My_First_Smut, Angst_with_a_Happy_Ending, Porn_With_Plot, Porn_with
      Feelings, Pack_Feels, Derek_Feels
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      Published: 2015-10-01 Words: 8102
****** A New Beginning ******
by NightRain7
Summary
     Stiles nearly dies one night, and despite the fact that he runs with
     wolves and being surrounded by danger is now normal, he's still
     surprised. If it weren't for Derek, he would be dead, but somehow
     he's not. And now he's a werewolf, and also dating Derek, apparently?
Notes
     This is my first work, it is also unbeta'd, so any mistakes are my
     own. This work is not intended for publication, distribution or
     profit, nor are any major characters my own. If you are opposed to
     violence, death, or underage sex, please do not read. Also, it is not
     my intention for this story to be triggering for anyone, so I
     apologize in advance if that happens to be the case.
      
     Stiles is about 16-18 in this fic, with Derek being about 22-23, so I
     tagged underage just to be safe. Also, Stiles's condition is rare, so
     while Derek didn't know about it, it has been know to occur once in a
     while.
     Yes, Stiles is technically underage, but if the sheriff knows about
     it, which I suspect he does, then he isn't complaining, Derek did
     save his son after all ;)
     Also, an important thing to take note of: in the first part of the
     story, it is told solely from Stiles's point of view. After that, the
     pov switches between them. I would apologize, but the boys couldn't
     decide who wanted to tell the story, so they both did. :)
     Please see the end notes for more details, as they do contain
     spoilers, otherwise enjoy, and proceed at your own caution. Comments
     are also welcome!
See the end of the work for more notes
Stiles snorts when he looks up at Derek, he would find this whole thing funny,
except for how its really not. Derek is trying to pull his whole 'I'm the
alpha, you will obey' routine, except he's forgetting Stiles isn't a wolf, so
it doesn't work on him, which Stiles is all too happy to point out to his furry
ass.
"God dammit Stiles! Why can't you ever just fucking listen!"
Stiles bristles at that. "Uh, because your idea is fucking stupid, and you know
that."
Derek growls and Stiles rolls his eyes to hide the shiver running down his
spine. "You can't come Stiles, you're not a wolf, if you get hurt, you won't
heal."
Stiles wants to argue that he can heal, just slower than a werewolf can. He
doesn't though, because Derek is in a mood, and Stiles doesn't feel like
wasting his breath.
"I'm not going to argue with you, Derek. I'm coming with and you can't stop
me."
"I'll tie you up then."
He says this with perfect sincerity, and Stiles runs hot all over. God. The
things that image does to him.
Derek's nostrils flare on his next inhale, but he doesn't comment, even if his
eyes are more red than hazel.
Stiles doesn't comment about the ropes, just raises his eyebrow. If Derek
honestly thinks he can keep Stiles from doing or getting something he wants,
he's fucking insane.
Derek looks at Stiles and his blasé attitude and he growls before turning away.
Stiles tamps down on his smirk, lest the alpha see.
"Fine. Do whatever you want Stiles, but don't expect me to come running when
you get hurt."
His comment stings, like a slap to the face, but Stiles isn't really surprised,
Derek always gets surly when he doesn't get his way, which is quite often.
Stiles turns away from him and goes to gather up his stuff, the pack meeting
long since over. He bypasses Derek on the way to the loft's doors and he gives
him a cheeky grin. "I'll see you tonight." Derek huffs and turns away, striding
away into some unseen part of the loft, and Stiles closes the door behind him.
Hopefully nothing too exciting happens tonight.
 
When the sky begins to darken and dusk falls, Stiles grabs his jacket and pats
down his pockets, making sure he has everything. Keys, phone, pocketknife,
wallet, and last but not least, the bat from Scott's mom. Stiles gets into his
jeep and heads over to the designated meeting spot, in the preserve, all the
while trying not to think about the ways things can fuck up.
When he shuts off his jeep, the forest around him is quiet. He would be worried
about being here alone, except Scott already texted him letting him know he's
arrived. Stiles grabs his bat and hops out of his jeep as quiet as he can,
beginning the trek to the clearing.
When he arrives fifteen minutes later, the others are there and waiting, and
when Derek sees him, he scowls. Stiles frowns at him, he doesn't understand
what Derek's problem is. Sure, he's human, but that doesn't make him helpless.
Not even Scott, who is hopelessly protective of his best friend, treats Stiles
like this. Stiles turns away from the brooding alpha and to Scott, who rehashes
the plan quickly.
It's a simple in and out mission. The stray pack who'd wondered into their
territory had kidnapped a little girl and were holding her hostage, until Derek
agreed to a fight. The winner keeps Beacon Hills and losers relocate. Derek
didn't outright say no, because then they would've killed the girl, but he
hasn't agreed yet either.
Stiles pulls his charmed amulet out of his pocket, slipping the chain over his
neck. Deaton showed him how to make it, it's suppose to mask his scent, not
completely, but enough to sneak inside and grab the girl. Scott pulls him into
a quick hug, his eyes wide and earnest.
"Be careful, Stiles."
Stiles rolls his eyes, but hugs Scott back nonetheless. "Always am, Scottie."
"I'm serious, Stiles. You're going to be alone in there. Be careful."
Stiles nods at him then turns away, and catches Derek looking at him. Stiles
can't read his expression, but whatever it is, it looks unpleasant. He ignores
the others, especially Derek, as he walks away, disappearing the tree line. He
hears the others start making a ruckus as a few of them break off, leading most
of the other pack away. There's an omega inside the den, guarding the girl.
Stiles grips his bat tightly and edges his way inside the cave, keeping to the
walls, letting the shadows and his amulet hide him.
The cave is pretty deep, but it doesn't take long for Stiles to get close
enough to see the pair. The girl is huddled in a corner, her face hidden in her
knees, which are pulled to her chest. Stiles' chest tightens, she couldn't be
more than ten or eleven. He sweeps his gaze away from her for the moment,
focusing back on her guard. The werewolf is an omega, bottom of the food chain,
so he's been stuck as guard duty. He's also growling softly under his breath in
unease. He can probably sense, or even hear, his pack fighting and chasing
Stiles' pack.
Stiles shakes off his thoughts and edges closer, watching his footing carefully
so he makes as little noise as possible. When he's close enough, he's steps out
of his cover. The girl lifts her head at that moment, her dirty blonde hair
falling around her face, and she immediately spots him, her mouth opening in
surprise. Stiles is quick to lift his finger to his lips in a shushing gesture.
It works because she closes her mouth and nods, or maybe because she sees his
bat. Stiles moves forward and has the unfortunate luck of scuffing his shoe on
a rock, as the omega catches the noise and swings his head towards Stiles.
Fuck it, Stiles thinks. He charges forward with his bat raised over his head.
The omega roars, and even though it doesn't compare to an alpha's, as far as
fear inspiring goes, Stiles will admit he's a little scared. Scott was right,
he is alone in here.
The omega is practically a wild animal as he runs towards Stiles, claws
outstretched. Somehow, Stiles manages to swing his torso away, so the claws
only grab air. He brings his bat down and hits the omega on his back, sending
him tumbling to the ground. Stiles kicks in him the face, and the momentum
swings the omega onto his back.
Stiles looks towards the girl and holds out his hand, beckoning her to him.
"Come on, come with me, quick!"
She looks frightened, but she stands up quickly, slipping her hand into his
when she reaches him, and Stiles doesn't waste any time pulling her towards the
exit. He hears scuffling behind them, and when he looks over his shoulder, the
omega is getting to his feet, ready to follow them. Stiles puts on a burst of
speed, glad that the girl is capable of keeping up. If he had to carry her,
they would never make it.
They exit the cave, and though he can't see any werewolves, he can hear them in
the distance, the growls and roars indicative of fighting.
The girl whimpers when the omega behind them roars again, and Stiles is quick
to reassure her. "It's okay, come on. We can get away, but we have to be fast."
She nods her understanding.
Stiles guides them away from the cave, running in the direction where he knows
a river is. The omega is hot on their trail for several minutes, but then a
roar sounds, one that definitely did not come from the omega. He looks back and
sees an alpha, an alpha that is not Derek, charging for them.
"Run!" He shouts, and his legs move faster. The little girl is crying, but they
can't afford to stop.
He hears a sound behind them, what sounds like a whimper and then a thud, and
Stiles sees Isaac tackling the omega. Erica is coming towards them, and he
changes direction, heading towards her instead. The alpha is gaining ground too
quickly though, he has to think fast, or they'll be dead. He pushes the girl
towards Erica, telling her to get to her, Erica will protect her. She looks at
him, clearly afraid, but she obviously trusts him, so she nods and takes off
for the blonde. When they reach each other, Erica picks her up and runs back
the way she came.
The alpha growls threateningly, deciding whom to follow, and Stiles whips out
his pocketknife, opening it and throwing it at the alpha. Thanks to his lessons
with Allison and her father, his aim is perfect, and the knife sticks in the
center of the alpha's chest. Stiles takes off running again, heading towards
the river. He knows the knife will only make the alpha pause, will just piss
him off more. But he's counting on that. If the alpha can forget about the
girl, they'll be okay.
He takes off his amulet as he's running, stuffing it in his pocket. Now the
alpha will be able to smell him, will be able to smell Derek, another alpha, on
him.
Stiles hears a roar and a crash, and he huffs out a breath. It worked then, the
double insult is enough to get the alpha hot on his trail. He jumps over a
fallen log, nearly falling as he does, and now he can see the river. He doesn't
know where his bat went, he must've dropped it at some point, it doesn't matter
now, the alpha is almost upon him. He runs towards the cliff, he's almost
there, just a little further.
A hand reaches out, grabs his arm and pulls him away from the cliff, and his
momentum is enough to throw him back into the body that grabbed him, which
happens to be the alpha.
"Stiles!" He hears his name and looks up to see Derek coming into view. He's
bloody and shirtless, with long gashes framing his chest and sides.
Stiles opens his mouth, but a hand curls around his throat, claws piercing
threateningly into his skin, while the other hand wraps around his waist,
digging into his hips.
"The alpha at last. Come to claim your boy have you?"
Derek snarls and Stiles wants to shiver at the alpha's voice, deep and soft and
crooning. If Stiles lives, it'll give him nightmares. Derek approaches warily,
and Stiles' heart thunders in his ears, afraid for so many reasons, only a few
of which are for his actual life. He hopes Erica and the girl got away, hopes
she gets back to her parents.
The alpha laughs mockingly, and before either Stiles or Derek can say or do
anything, the alpha uses his grip on Stiles' throat to violently tip his head
back. A mouth is on his throat, and then there are teeth, fangs actually,
followed by pain.
Stiles screams as the alpha rips into his throat, and blood gushes out. He can
feel it soaking his shirt and rushing into his mouth. He hears someone
screaming, but he can't see who, because his eyes have rolled into the back of
his head. He can feel his body flailing, his arms trying to weakly swat the
alpha away, but then his body is slumping, all the energy leaving him quickly.
The alpha doesn't just pull away then, he rips his teeth out, and the flare of
extra pain lets Stiles' hazy mind know a chunk of his throat is probably
missing now. The alpha drops him to the ground like he's something disgusting,
and Stiles flops where he drops. He hears roaring then, but he doesn't know if
its the two alphas fighting, or just his heart trying to keep him alive.
His body is twitching, a tingly sensation rushing through his limbs, and he
feels simultaneously hot and cold. Someone moves him onto his back, and his
head is pillowed in a lap, but Stiles doesn't know who it is. Stiles tries to
breathe, but the blood in his mouth is in the way, and his lungs are starting
to burn now, everything is burning now. Stiles somehow manages to open his
eyes, and he sees it's Derek whose lap he's in. Derek is hunched over him, and
his face is wet; he's crying, Stiles realizes slowly. His mouth is also moving
and completely covered in blood. Maybe he actually did rip the alpha's throat
out with his teeth. It's a shame Stiles wasn't looking, he's always wanted to
see that, although he supposes he'll have to live with it having been done to
him. Or maybe he won't, all things considered.
A hand is suddenly gripping his then, and Stiles turns his head enough to see
its Scott, whose also crying. The whole pack is surrounding him, actually, and
every face is wet.
He gets a breathe into his lungs, which he nearly coughs out then, a wet
gurgling noise following. He turns his head back to Derek then. "Thought," he
has to pause for another breath. "Thought you.. Wouldn't come running.. If I
got hurt?"
Derek lets out the most heat breaking sound then, somewhere between a laugh and
a sob, and Stiles feels his chest constrict even more. "Stiles, you idiot! Of
course I'd come running!"
Then Derek is hunching over him and he's kissing Stiles upside down. Stiles
breath gets caught in his throat, because suddenly everything makes sense. Of
course Derek didn't want him to come out tonight, but not because he's a weak
and useless human, because he was terrified something exactly like this would
happen to Stiles. Stiles feels tears fall down his face, and he reaches up a
hand to grab weakly onto one of Derek's, both of which are cradling Stiles'
face. Derek grips his hand tightly as he presses kisses all over Stiles' face,
and Stiles feels the last of his pain leave.
Stiles gets another breath and pulls on Derek's hand. He must understand that
Stiles has something to say, because he leans even closer, so his ear is nearly
pressed against Stiles mouth.
"I love you too. Didn't know, until tonight. Take care - " He wheezes then,
because talking hurts so much. " - of everyone. Especially you, Der." He kisses
Derek's cheek while its still within his reach, and Derek pulls back, his face
twisted up.
"Stiles," Derek croaks. "Why can't I pull your pain?"
Stiles gives him a weak smile then, and wishes he had more time. He would've
loved getting to know Derek, to really know him.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, Der." His voice doesn't even sound like his own; it
sounds wet, and so sad, even to his own ears.
"Stiles!" A hand shakes him, and Stiles' eyes open. When did they close?
He puckers his lips in something resembling a smile and squeezes Derek's hand,
his breath rushing out a horrible wheeze. Stiles sees Derek's beautiful hazel
eyes, even as wet and screwed up in pain as they are, and is glad they'll be
the last thing he sees.
The world spins and then everything goes black.
 
************
 
Derek watches his mouth go slack, the light leaving his eyes, and his hand, the
one holding onto Derek's own, falls to the ground. Derek has a moment of
stunned disbelief, and then he's crying, shaking Stiles' limp body and calling
his name.
Scott touches his arm, his own face wet, and Derek can't hold in a howl. It
resonates around the clearing, and all of his betas join in.
He's never felt this destroyed before, not when Paige died, or his family
burned, or when Laura was murdered. He feels burned to a crisp. He hunches over
Stiles and sobs, letting the smell of his boy surround him, even though so many
horrible other scents have ruined it.
He remembers then, an old family legend, that says a pack member that's on the
cusp of death can be brought back by their alpha's bite. Derek hopes it isn't
too late, and that the other alpha's conflicting magic won't stop his.
He pulls back and tips Stiles' head to the side, so the uninjured side of his
neck is facing Derek. He transforms his face then, and when his fangs are
distended, he plunges them into the smooth skin. He hears, distantly, the
sounds of the packs confusion, but they don't stop him. They know he wouldn't
bite Stiles, even dead, without a good reason. Derek calls up all the wolf
magic he can and lets his intent to turn pour into the bite. He hopes it's
enough, that it'll work, that he's not too late.
When he gently pulls his mouth away, covered in more fresh blood, there's no
indication it worked, Stiles is still laying unmoving, his eyes tracked in
Derek's own. The minutes pass, and Derek's shoulders slump in defeat. He was
too late then. He hangs his head, his grief threatening to swallow him whole
again, when Scott suddenly shouts his name.
"Derek!" He looks up, and turns to where Scott is pointing. "Look." He
breathes.
The pack gathers close, and Derek sees. It's impossible, but Stiles is actually
healing. Even as he's watching, Stiles' throat is repairing itself, sealing
closed. In a matter of minutes, his throat is completely healed. Then the light
returns to his eyes, and he's gasping for breath, his body arching and
flailing. Derek helps him sit up, and Stiles coughs blood out of his mouth
before inhaling wetly. Derek gently turns his neck while he's struggling for
breath. The wound that killed him is gone. He turns his head the other way. His
mark has healed, but it hasn't faded, and if Derek's suspicion is correct, it
won't ever fade away.
His inspection of Stiles' neck is cut short when the boy opens his eyes,
turning to look at him, confusion clear in his expression.
"Derek?"
Derek looks at him, almost afraid to believe it worked. Stiles repeats his
name, and the rush of relief is so strong he can't stop his eyes from flashing
red. Stiles gasps then, and Derek is almost confused, because Stiles has seen
his werewolf eyes, in all their colors, a million times. But then Stiles' eyes
flash beta gold, and they're so beautiful Derek can't help but pull him in and
hug him close.
"Stiles?"
He nods against Derek's chest, and Derek laughs in relief, his grief floating
away like smoke on the wind. He pulls back to look at Stiles, and even covered
in blood, he's the most beautiful thing Derek has ever seen.
"You're okay?"
Stiles' throat works, almost as if he's testing it, and then he nods. Derek
hugs him again, and he notices the betas are crying with relief now. He doesn't
let go for a long time, and he's thanking every deity he knows for the lore
being true.
It Scott who brings him back then.
"Derek, we should probably get going, and we should have Stiles checked out by
my mom and Deaton." Derek nods, and when he doesn't feel so close to the edge
anymore, he finally allows Stiles up. The rest of the pack swarm, hugging and
scent marking him. It's too early for his wolf to show, but they can smell it
on him, underneath the blood.
Derek and Scott help Stiles stand and they make their way through the forest,
heading for their collective cars. Derek and Stiles climb into the back of his
Camaro, with Boyd behind the wheel. Scott's driving Stiles' jeep, but Derek
isn't sure about the others. He knows Erica and Isaac are getting the little
girl home safely though. He's glad at least two of his betas didn't witness
Stiles dying.
Derek pulls Stiles against him when they're seated, and Stiles leans heavily on
him. Boyd turns on the radio as he drives, and it feels surreal to Derek.
The drive is long, and they roll the windows down, letting fresh air in. When
they finally arrive at the vet clinic, both Deaton and Scott's mom are there
waiting for them, as well as Stiles' dad.
All of them express their shock at their bloody appearances, and Stiles' dad
moves to embrace him quickly, practically pulling him out of Derek's arms.
"Oh my god! Stiles! Are you okay? What the hell happened?!"
Stiles hugs his dad and Melissa, before moving away from them. "It's a long
story." He says.
Deaton ushers them inside to the back room, and Stiles sits on the metal exam
table. After being handed a wet towel to clean off, Melissa exams him
physically, and then Deaton checks him over. They both agree he's alright.
"Stiles," he dad says. "Are you gonna tell me now what the hell happened out
there?"
Stiles gulps, taking and letting out a deep breath. "Well, you know that pack
that kidnapped that little girl? Well we went to go rescue her, which we did,
but the alpha kinda killed me, and then Derek bright me back to life with his
werewolf mojo."
Derek hides his face behind his hand, it sounds just as bad put into words.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" His dad yells. "You DIED?!"
Stiles nods, and his father is pulling him into another hug, but he turns to
look at Derek while he does. He looks furious. "And you saved him?"
Derek's shoulders tense up. He was almost too late. But he nods nonetheless.
"How?"
"My mom told Laura when she was in training to be an alpha, that if a human
pack member is about to die, their alpha can save them with the bite. I only
overheard, though, I didn't even know if it would work."
John pulls away from Stiles then, his face a hard mask, and Derek waits for
whatever the man decides to dish out. He's not expecting for John to pull him
into a bear hug, nearly as tight as the one he just gave Stiles.
"Thank you. For saving my son."
He's wrong though, Stiles wouldn't have needed saving had he managed to keep
Stiles at home in the first place, where he would've been safe. He says as
much, but John just whacks him upside the head, which makes Stiles snort and
laugh.
After they're given the all clear that Stiles is okay, they leave the clinic,
each heading to their separate homes. He's surprised when Stiles gets into the
Camaro with him and Boyd, instead of going home with John. He's even more
surprised when John lets him, simply telling Derek to keep an eye on him. After
tonight, Derek can't imagine letting him out of his sight.
He drops Boyd at his home and drives back to his apartment. Stiles makes a
noise of surprise when its not the loft.
"Dude, I thought you lived at the loft?"
Derek shakes his head. "I have my own apartment." Is all he says. Stiles nods
like that is a perfectly agreeable response.
Derek unlocks his door and lets them inside, and he roots around his dresser
for clean clothes for the both of them. He tosses Stiles his clothes and a
fresh towel before nudging him in the direction of the guest bathroom, and then
climbs into the shower connected to his room. He stands under the spray for a
long time, mulling over the nights events.
Stiles died. He actually died. And it was only pure luck that that story turned
out to be true and saved him. Even if they saved that little girl, it wasn't
worth Stiles dying in the first place. He vows he'll never let Stiles be in
that much danger again, regardless of his new wolf status.
Derek steps out of the shower and gets dressed and when he enters his bedroom,
he's surprised to see Stiles sitting on the edge of his bed. He's clean,
freshly showered, with his hair still lying flat on his head. Derek's clothes
are a little big for him, but he'd be lying if he said both he and his wolf
weren't pleased to see Stiles in his clothes.
Stiles gets up and takes a step towards him, and Derek crosses the distance
between them. He hesitates for a moment, before he pulls Stiles into his arms.
Stiles immediately hugs him back, his arms gripping Derek's waist tightly, and
Derek lets the relief seep over him. Stiles really is alright.
Stiles nuzzles him, pressing his nose into Derek's neck and inhaling, and the
action is so wolf like that he can't help the pleased rumble from escaping his
chest. He can feel Stiles' grin against his throat, which should make him
nervous, but only calms him. Derek nuzzles Stiles back, inhaling his scent, and
spreading his own. Stiles smells like rain water and Derek's clothes and body
wash, he also smells sweet, like warm things. Underneath that, however, is the
smell of a brand new wolf.
Derek rubs his cheek against Stiles', and licks at the corner of his jaw.
Stiles tastes just as good as he smells. He licks at his cheek, making Stiles
laugh.
"Ok, dude, I know you're a wolf and all, but come on."
"Don't call me dude." Derek says, without any of his usual heat. "And you're a
wolf now too."
Stiles stills in his arms, but he nods slowly. "You're right, I guess I am a
wolf now."
"I'm sorry." Derek says suddenly.
"What? What are you sorry for?"
"You got hurt. You died, Stiles. I was almost too late, I almost didn't
remember that tale about alpha's and their bites. You'd be dead right now if I
didn't remember. I should've made you stay at home where it was safe."
Stiles shudders in his arms, but when he pulls back to look at Derek, his eyes,
their normal color at the moment, are fierce.
"It's not your fault I didn't listen to you. I should've stayed home. But there
was an equal amount of werewolves in each pack, and the only advantage we had
was that we had me, and I had my amulet. We might not have saved the girl
otherwise. And anyways, you did remember that story, and you did save me. You
saved my life Derek. You have nothing to be sorry for."
Stiles kisses him then, slow and sweet and gentle, and somehow Derek is the one
left feeling vulnerable.
He kisses Stiles back, and when he pulls away Stiles makes a soft, disappointed
sound, chasing after his lips. Derek obliges, and kisses him again, before
leading Stiles to the bed. Stiles lays next to Derek with their sides touching.
Derek lets that last for only a moment before pulling Stiles so he's laying
completely on top of him, supporting his full weight. He cards his fingers
through Stiles's hair when he rests his head on Derek's chest, and Derek knows
Stiles is listening to his heat beat. It probably sounds so much louder to him
now, with his new senses. He wonders what he smells like to Stiles now. Another
thought flashes through his mind then, and he can't not ask, he has to know.
"Did you mean what you said earlier?"
"What did I say earlier?"
Derek pauses, figuring out how to phrase it. "When you were dying, you said you
loved me too. That you didn't know until tonight."
Stiles stills, his fingers, which had been playing with the hem of Derek's
shirt, pause in their movements. Stiles sits up slightly, resting his weight on
his arm, as he studies Derek's face.
"I do love you." He says it so quietly, without a single uptick in his pulse,
that Derek's own heart skips a beat. Stiles smirks, obviously having heard it.
"I didn't realize until you kissed me. I thought you wanted me to stay away
because I was human, that I was weak and useless and would only get in the
way."
Derek frowns in confusion. "Stiles, you know that there were humans in my
family. They were born that way, some of them had both werewolf parents. We
never cared because it didn't matter if they were a wolf or not, they were
still pack. Being human didn't make them weak or useless. The only time they
ever got in the way was if they were being stupid, but I could've also said
that about any of the werewolves in my family."
Stiles smiles at him. "Yeah, I kinda figured that out. But I didn't know that
was why you were trying to keep me away. I didn't realize it until I saw you
cry for me, I didn't know you cared so much."
Derek pulls Stiles' face down towards his, kissing him gently. "I care so much
more than you know." He murmurs against his lips.
Stiles brushes their noses together and lays his head back down, his hand
finding Derek's and their fingers intertwining.
"I'm so making out with you in the morning, by the way." he says around a yawn.
Derek smiles and kisses the top of his head. He's looking forward to it.
 
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When Stiles wakes up in the morning, the first thing he notices, aside from the
bright light in his eyes, is the warmth. He's so warm, as if his core
temperature had been raised. Not only is he warm, but the body underneath him
is too. All of the warmth reminds him of when he was little, on a family
vacation with his mom and dad, and he fell asleep on the beach. Stiles is warm
like that, he likes it.
He yawns and stretches, and Derek's arms tighten around him. Their positions
now aren't all that different from when they first fell asleep, with him mostly
on top of Derek. He wiggles around a little bit, trying to get comfortable,
when he notices the hard length pressed against his hip.
So many jokes come to mind, but he settles on a simple good morning instead.
Derek kisses him on the lips in reply.
"Morning to you too."
Stiles leans up to kiss him again. Now that things have calmed down and he's
rested, he can fully appreciate the wonder that is kissing Derek Hale. Derek
kisses him softly, in short little bursts that threaten to steal his breath. He
leans up further, resting his weight oh his elbows, to kiss Derek more deeply.
When Derek's tongue touches his bottom lip, he feels a fluttering in his chest
and a stirring in his mind. His touches his tongue to Derek's and they're
frenching. Stiles is officially French kissing someone, and it is awesome. He
nips at Derek's lip, making him groan softly, and feels a rumble, not unlike a
purr, build in his chest. Derek pulls away to laugh at him.
"What?" He asks petulantly.
"You're purring, Stiles. Are you sure you're not a cat, instead of a wolf?"
Stiles sticks his tongue out at him and is surprised when Derek surges up to
capture his mouth again. This time the fluttering is much more noticeable, and
Stiles pulls back with a frown.
"What?" Derek asks. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know. It's like, butterflies are in my chest, it's a weird fluttery
feeling. There's also a presence in my mind, but its not bad, it feels like me,
actually. I don't know, it doesn't really make sense."
Derek grins then, as if he knows exactly what it is.
"What? What do you know?" Stiles asks sharply. Derek kisses him again before he
answers. "I remember my younger cousins described the same thing when they
first discovered their wolves."
"What?" Stiles thinks he understands what Derek is trying to say, but he's
still confused.
"That's your wolf, Stiles. He's trying to wake up."
Oh.
"Oh."
Derek smiles. "Just relax, he'll come out when he's ready." He kisses him
again, and Stiles relaxes into it, now that he knows this feeling is normal.
The more they kiss, the hotter it gets, both figuratively and literally. Stiles
pulls back to take off his shirt, and Derek groans, leaning forward to kiss and
lick at his chest. He pulls Stiles into his lap as he's sucking on one of his
nipples, and Stiles bites his lip, holding onto Derek's hair, pulling slightly.
Derek bites on his left nipple, and Stiles feels his eyes flash gold and the
stirring in his mind becomes more crazed. Derek looks up, and when he sees
Stiles' eyes, his own switch to red, a growl reverberating through his chest.
Stiles shivers, his hips twitching as he feels a shot of lust run through him.
He reaches down, pulling Derek's shirt up and off, and places his hands on
Derek's chest. It's covered lightly in dark hair, and Stiles grips some in his
fingers, tugging lightly. Derek growls louder and Stiles feels his cock twitch
where its pressed up against his ass. He licks his lips and leans down to cover
Derek's mouth with his own.
Derek licks into his mouth, fitting his hands on Stiles hips and rocks up
against his ass. Stiles pushes back against him and feels something sharp
extending from both his gums and fingernails. When he pulls back, he sees he
has claws now, and he guesses the feeling in his mouth is fangs.
Derek pulls back, and the smile he gives Stiles when he sees his fangs is a
little disarming.
"I already knew you were beautiful, but you have no idea how good you look as a
werewolf."
Stiles blushes and pulls back, putting a little distance been them.
"Um," he tries to speak around the sudden fullness in his mouth. "If this is
going to go any further, there's something I should tell you."
Derek frowns in confusion, and Stiles scoots back until they aren't touching
anymore, sitting back on his heels with his legs underneath him.
"Uh, you see, I'm not entirely all.. Boy. I mean, I am a boy, but well.."
Derek's brow furrows. "Stiles, what are you trying to say?"
Stiles bites his lip, before remembering he has extra sharp teeth now. "I, can
I show you? I can't say it, it's too embarrassing.. But, can I show you
instead, without you laughing or judging me?"
Derek nods. Whatever this is, it's making both him and Stiles nervous.
Stiles nods to himself and takes a deep breath before reaching down and untying
the strings on his sleep pants. He pulls off both layers at once, spreading his
legs as he does so Derek can see. He tosses the pants to the side of the bed,
and waits.
Derek's mouth drops open and he can't help but stare. Stiles doesn't have a
dick, or balls. He has a cunt. And a pretty one at that. He's completely
smooth, with rosy red labia and a wet hole. He licks his lips unconsciously.
Stiles is so wet. Derek wants to lick him and see what he tastes like. He
scoots closer to Stiles, places his hands on top of his thighs, and looks up at
him.
"How is this even possible?"
Stiles shrugs. "I don't really know, I was born like this. The doctors all
thought I was a girl, and so did my parents. It was a couple of years before
they realized."
Derek nods, but something's bothering him. "Wait, did you think I would make
fun of you for this?"
Stiles ducks his head, biting his lip as he looks away. "Well, I mean, why
wouldn't you? It's weird.."
Derek grabs Stiles by the chin and guides his head up, until he can see his
eyes, which are still glowing gold.
"Stiles, I meant what I said about you being beautiful. And this," he says,
reaching down to cup Stiles' sex in his palm, smiling when he gasps. "This
doesn't change anything for me. Maybe you are weird, but not because you have a
cunt. That's just who you are, and this just makes you special."
Stiles' eyes tear up a little bit at the open, gentle honesty he can see in
Derek's eyes. "So you still like me then?" He jokes halfheartedly. Derek grins
and kisses him, giving Stiles' mound a gentle squeeze, just to feel him
shudder. "Honestly, Stiles, right now I want to put my mouth on you and eat you
out."
Stiles shivers, his hands coming up to hold Derek's shoulders as his fingers
start exploring his cunt. Derek kisses him, thrusting his tongue into Stiles'
mouth at the same time his middle finger enters his hole. Derek licks down
Stiles' jaw and neck to his chest, guiding him to lay down as his fingers start
thrusting inside him. He licks further down, and pauses to suck and bite a
hickey into Stiles' hip. His wolf rumbles, pleased, when he sees his mark on
Stiles' pale flesh.
Stiles leans up to look at him as Derek licks down the crease between his thigh
and groin, biting at his skin every few inches as he moves to lay down on his
stomach. He looks up at Stiles, his face hovering right in front of his cunt,
and he leans forward to taste him when Stiles nods.
Derek pulls his fingers out and licks from Stiles' ass to his clit, groaning at
the flavors that bursts on his tongue. He closes his eyes, holding Stiles' hips
still and buries his face to lick and suck at him, delving his tongue as deep
in him as he can.
Stiles moans as Derek sucks on his clit, his hands flying down to grab his
hair. Derek growls against him, and Stiles nearly screams, pulling more on his
hair, his claws prickling at Derek's scalp. Derek surges up to kiss him, his
fingers quickly replacing his tongue, and Stiles writhes as they fuck into him.
He grabs Stiles by the hair with his free hand, tilting his head back. Stiles
growls, his already golden eyes flashing, but he doesn't resist Derek, lets him
smell and scent him. Derek licks up his neck, his fingers thrusting into him,
and when he bites Stiles on the neck, he comes, moaning loudly, gripping Derek
tightly.
"Ah! Ahh! Fuck!"
Derek's head spins as the smell of Stiles nearly overwhelms him, and he ducks
down to taste Stiles again. Stiles moans weakly, trying to push his face away.
Derek ignores him, lapping up cum from his thighs and ass cheeks.
"Can you come again?"
He grins viciously when Stiles moans in response, and sits up to pull off his
sleeping pants. He sighs in relief when his cock is finally free.
Stiles sees Derek move towards him again and he sits up, pushing Derek back
gently. "Wait, I want to touch you too." He says.
When Derek nods and sits back against the pillows, Stiles follows his movements
with his eyes. Derek looks really good like this, content and aroused. His cock
is so hard too, even after he just had his mouth on Stiles, and Stiles feels
almost like preening, all of a sudden. He lays down on his stomach between
Derek's legs, and looks at the cock that's in his face. He's big and thick,
uncut and curving towards his own stomach. Stiles wants to put his mouth on
him.
He grips Derek's cock in his hand lightly, testing the weight, and is pleased
with the easy way he fits in his palm. He leans forward, darting his tongue out
to taste him. Salty and kinda smoky, in a musky sort of way. Stiles swallows
him down, bobbing his head, his tongue tasting as much of him as he can. He
decides after a few moments that he likes the taste of Derek.
Derek's hands come down to grip his hair, and Stiles can't help moaning around
him.
"Fuck, Stiles." Stiles grins, popping off so he can lean up and lick into
Derek's mouth, his hand stroking him easily. Stiles wonders, and not for the
first time, what it would be like if Derek fucked him. Derek pulls him into his
lap before Stiles can go back to sucking him. He would be disappointed, except
Derek is nearly trembling in his arms, and it gives him a heady feeling. His
wolf is definitely awake now, he can feel him prowling beneath the surface,
wanting to claim his alpha.
"Fuck, Stiles. I want you."
Derek pulls him so their groins are aligned, but when he rolls his hips, it's
more frottage than anything. Still, it makes Stiles' heart skip and his knees
weak.
"Yes." He says, and kisses Derek again.
"What?"
"Yes." He repeats himself. "I want you too."
Derek pulls back then. "Stiles, have you ever done this before?"
Stiles rolls his eyes. "What do you think?"
He rolls his hips as he kisses Derek again, feeling Derek shiver underneath
him.
"Are you sure?"
Stiles takes a moment to think about it seriously. He's asking to lose his v-
card to Derek, it is a big deal. But Stiles isn't scared. Derek saved his life,
more times than he could count, and he didn't laugh or turn Stiles away when he
saw what was beneath his belt. Stiles trusts Derek, and his reaction this
morning only proved he's right to do so.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I trust you." He kisses him. "I want you." He licks Derek's
lip teasingly. "Please."
Derek wraps his arms around Stiles, kissing him until they're both out of
breath. He grips Stiles' hips in his hands, guiding him up until his entrance
is right above the head of his cock. He pulls Stiles down by his hips slowly,
letting out a breath when he's engulfed by Stiles' tight, wet heat.
Stiles lets his head drop onto Derek's shoulder as his cock enters him, and he
wraps his arms around the alpha's neck.
"Fuck." He curses. Derek's hips twitch, making him slider in deeper, and Stiles
moans, biting his shoulder in retaliation.
Derek thrusts his hips back and forth gently, until he's completely buried in
Stiles, and his wolf rumbles his pleasure and approval.
"God you're tight."
Stiles snorts. "I am a virgin."
"Not anymore." Derek replies. Stiles would laugh, but Derek grinds his hips up
into him then, and he gasps instead. Derek feels even bigger inside his cunt
than he did in his hand or mouth.
Derek grips his hips tightly, guiding him to raise and fall on his cock in
gentle, easy motions.
Stiles shivers when Derek licks his neck, and he slams his hips down on Derek's
next thrust when the alpha bites at his jaw. He feels Derek's claws prick at
his hips, and he scratches lightly at Derek's shoulders in return. Everything
Derek is doing to him speaks to his brand new wolf in a primal way. Stiles
would lying if he said he didn't love it all.
They fall into rhythm quickly, with Derek thrusting up hard and fast, and
Stiles can't contain the moans that spill from his lips every few seconds. He's
so turned on, he's a mess, with his natural lube easing the way. The slick, wet
sounds they make together have him panting into Derek's neck, which he makes a
point of licking.
Derek pulls Stiles' head back by his hair, and he gives a pleased growl when
his boy moans, his lashes fluttering against his cheek. He licks up Stiles'
neck, watching in fascination as his marks don't fade, which they should.
"Derek!" Stiles pants into his mouth. "Fuck, Derek! I'm gonna come!" He says it
like a warning, even pulling on Derek's hair, but it just makes Derek crazed,
and he thrusts faster, losing his rhythm.
Stiles cries out, and Derek licks into his mouth when he writhes and shivers.
Derek can feel his cunt clamp down and pulse around his cock, and he growls,
holding Stiles still and fucking up into him. Stiles drenched his cock with his
cum, and its so obscene he moans into Stiles' mouth.
"Der," Stiles pants. "Fuck, Derek. Come on, come in me. Please." Derek shivers
at Stiles' voice, so relaxed and fucked out, yet still so full of desire. He
grabs a hold of Stiles, one hand on his hip and the other on his shoulder, and
flips them so Stiles is beneath him. The angle changes, and Stiles moans loudly
on his next thrust, making Derek smirk.
"Der!" Stiles shouts, holding onto him tightly, his legs hooking around his
hips, and Derek lets go, pounding down into him in abandon. He kisses Stiles
and moans into his mouth when he finally comes, his hips burying his cock deep
into Stiles' sweet cunt.
Stiles moans and Derek drops his head to rest against his neck. Stiles smells
like him, like a wolf and their combined scents and also very much like sex. It
makes his hips twitch, and his cock spurts more cum when Stiles groans weakly.
"Fuck, Der."
"I think we just did."
Stiles laughs, swatting his shoulder, and rests his hand in Derek's hair. Derek
nuzzles him, too close to start purring for his comfort, and sits up to watch
as he pulls his cock out of Stiles. Stiles moans again at the movement, and
Derek licks his lips when he sees his cum drip out of Stiles' cunt. He leans
down, settling on his stomach, and licks up the trail of cum that's started to
leak out.
"Fuck, Derek." Stiles says. "What are you doing?"
He doesn't answer, just licks into Stiles, pulling their cum out of him with
loud, filthy slurps. Stiles gasps, his hands flying down to grip Derek's hair
tightly, and Derek rumbles his approval at this.
Stiles moans about being sensitive, but he's not trying very hard to get Derek
to back off, and honestly, Derek isn't sure he could. Stiles tastes
unbelievable, with both of their cum in his cunt, and Derek is hard again, his
hips thrusting in small movements against the mattress.
Stiles squirms in his grip, and Derek only releases him when there's no more
cum to lick out of him. Stiles opens his eyes to look at him when he pulls
away, and his eyes widen when he sees Derek is hard again.
"Fuck."
Derek licks his lips obscenely. "Yeah?"
Stiles nods and Derek grins, pulling him in by his hips so they're aligned
again. He licks at Stiles' mouth, letting him taste them on his tongue, and
plunges his cock back into him in one quick thrust.
 
This time around, Derek fucks Stiles slowly, with hard, deep thrusts, and he
ignores Stiles' pleas for faster and more.
"Der, please!" Stiles sobs, and instead of speeding up, Derek tilts Stiles'
head up and lets his fangs slide out before he bites him. Stiles goes crazy,
his wolf side coming out full force, and his hips fly off that mattress,
meeting Derek's next thrust wildly. Derek can feel Stiles clamping down on him
and he growls.
That's all it takes for Stiles to come again, and Derek could swear Stiles
comes more this time and than two before it. He picks up his pace and lets
himself come inside Stiles again, moaning against his neck.
Stiles is twitching and panting when he pulls back, his hips making aborted
little thrusts. His eyes are closed, with his head tilted back, showing off his
neck, and his mouth is open on a gasp.
He's the best thing Derek has ever seen, and he would fuck him again if he
could.
"Next time," he says, gaining Stiles' attention. "I'm buying you a plug, and
I'm going to fill you up with my come, stuff you so full. I'll make you wear
the plug, so my cum doesn't leak out."
Stiles licks his lips, moaning weakly. "Is that so?" He says. As Derek's
watching, he reaches his hand down, into his cunt, and pulls some of their cum
out with his fingers, popping them into his mouth to taste. Derek growls when
Stiles moans around his own fingers, his wolf is pleased that Stiles approves
of their combined taste. He kisses Stiles deeply, resting his weight on the
beta, who hums contentedly into the kiss. Derek has a feeling it'll be a few
hours before he lets Stiles out of bed.
End Notes
     I chose not to tag major character death because even though Stiles
     dies, its not permanent, so I tagged it as temporary character death
     instead. The depictions of violence refers to Stiles getting his
     throat ripped out and bleeding to death. In order to save him, Derek
     gives him the bite as an alpha, even though Stiles didn't ask for it.
     But Stiles is grateful nonetheless.
     Updated: this story will not have a sequel or continuation. It's been
     two (?) years since I wrote it and in my mind this story is finished
     as is. Sorry for anyone whose disappointed or was waiting to see if
     I'll post more. I will not be. But anyone wanting to write a story
     inspired by it or something is more then welcome if they wanted to.
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