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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Minor_or_Background_Relationship(s), Allison
      Argent/Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent/Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall, Melissa
      McCall/Sheriff_Stilinski, Vernon_Boyd/Erica_Reyes, Ethan/Danny_Mahealani,
      Aiden/Cora_Hale, Laura_Hale/Jordan_Parrish, Chris_Argent/Peter_Hale
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Laura_Hale, Scott_McCall, Sheriff
      Stilinski, Allison_Argent, Peter_Hale, Chris_Argent, Erica_Reyes, Vernon
      Boyd, Isaac_Lahey, Melissa_McCall, Jordan_Parrish, Cora_Hale, Danny
      Mahealani, Ethan, Aiden
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Alive_Laura_Hale, Alpha!Laura, alpha!Derek,
      sane!Peter, Pack_Feels, Mates, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Blow_Jobs,
      Facials, Mpreg, Mentioned_Kate_Argent, Fluff, First_Time, Hale_Pack, Top
      Derek_Hale, Bottom_Stiles_Stilinski
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-25 Words: 13413
****** Heartbeats ******
by Virago77_(PriPri)
Summary
     Derek and Stiles spend the afternoon reliving the night they met and
     the early years of building their pack.
     Or, the one where Derek becomes an alpha the night he meets Stiles
     and finds out they're mates, Laura Hale lives, Scott takes the bite
     by choice, Peter isn't a sociopath, and the sheriff finally makes a
     move on Melissa.
Notes
     Author’s Notes: Once again I can’t just stick to the plan and write
     what I was supposed to write. This idea popped into my head weeks ago
     and it was supposed to be some quickie smut (Derek and Stiles having
     dirty sex in an office chair) to tease people with on tumblr. Then I
     forgot all about it until it popped into my head this morning after
     picking up some DDs for brecky and my bill came to $6.66 (I shit you
     not!) And don’t even ask how that reminded me of this idea. Anyway
     some plot sneaked into it and who knows what this will turn into. (8/
     13)
     A.N. Addendum: This story has been written and proofread (several
     times) for about a year. It was suggested to me by jinxy and
     thewolfstamer that I write an epilogue before the fic would truly be
     complete… It took me this long to write a damn epilogue! But I’m glad
     I did; I hope it does the wait justice. Thanks to both of my beauties
     (listed above) for their help and encouragement with this fic! And
     since it’s been sitting on my hard drive for so long, I’ve gone back
     and messed with it since the last time it was proofread, so any
     mistakes or grammatical errors found within are probably mine. (8/14)
===============================================================================
 
Stiles stole into Derek’s office quietly, hopeful that the alpha wouldn’t
notice him.  Perhaps it was because of how absorbed he was in his work that
Derek didn’t hear or even sense his mate’s arrival.  He had been due to stop
working over an hour ago so that they could have a quiet lunch together, but
when the hour came and then went, Stiles decided enough was enough.  He crept
up behind him, leaned down, and dragged his tongue along the back of his mate’s
exposed neck.  Derek shuddered at the contact, breathed out a quiet moan and
spun his chair toward his love.
            Stiles dropped himself sideways onto Derek’s lap and looped his
arms around his broad shoulders.  “Someone missed our lunch date,” he whispered
softly against Derek’s temple.
            Derek sighed in frustration, “I’m sorry Stiles; I got caught up—”
            “Shh,” he soothed.  “I know.  You’ve been distracted and this is
the first time it’s been quiet enough for you to get some actual work done.”
            Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles’ waist and sighed again; it
suddenly dawned on him that he couldn’t remember the last time he had shared a
meal alone with his husband, let alone spent quality time together.  “Damn it
Stiles things haven’t been like this in years,” he groused.
            “I know.  Do you remember the night we met?” he asked fondly.
            Derek couldn’t hold back the grin, “Like it was last night.”
                                      ***
Beacon Hills, June 2010
 
            It had been six years since the Hale siblings had set foot in
Beacon Hills.  They had been avoiding it, but the news of a rash of animal
attacks had given them all the excuse they needed to return to their territory,
their home.  After a bit of investigating it was evident that the animal
attacks were being perpetrated by a rogue alpha.  The siblings tracked and
cornered it deep in the preserve.  They tried reasoning with him first, but he
was too far-gone; the wolf in him had completely taken over and become feral.
            In the middle of the fight two boys stumbled into the fray.  It was
instinct for Laura to get between the wolf and the innocent teens, but it cost
her as the alpha slashed at her chest, ripping open her flesh.  In that moment,
several things happened at once; Derek recognized the scent of his mate, he saw
his alpha fall, and watched the rogue alpha turn his attention to the harmless
boys—one of which was Derek’s soul mate.  Derek, literally, saw red.  He
attacked the alpha with a ferocity that took the feral wolf by surprise.  Derek
got the upper hand, but the rogue was still too strong for Derek to completely
overpower him.  If it hadn’t been for Laura crawling to them and slashing the
back of the werewolf’s legs, Derek would have been done for.  When the rogue
dropped howling in agony—and before Laura could stop him—Derek slashed his
throat, killing the alpha and absorbing his power.
            As the power of the alpha coursed through his body, overwhelming
his senses, Derek threw his head back and roared.  He then turned crimson eyes
on the cowering boys.  His instincts were shouting at him to bite, mark, and
claim! And he would have if Laura hadn’t sunk her claws into his calf and
pulled him back from the brink.    
            Derek cried out in pain and dropped to his knees, shifting back to
his human form.  “Don’t let it overtake you, Derek.”  He heard Laura tell him. 
It was a struggle, but Derek drew on everything he had been taught from
childhood about how to control the power rather than letting the power control
him.  It was much harder; the alpha power was stronger and the desire to start
building a pack was already overwhelming him.  But Derek cleared his mind and
focused on a too-fast heartbeat.  His mate!  He had found his mate! 
            Derek realizing that his mate was terrified was enough to get the
newly made alpha under control and focused.  He opened his eyes, still red, but
clear and focused on the two boys crouching by a tree to his left.  One, his
mate, was trying to calm the other.  “Scott you have to breathe,” he was
saying, his voice calm, but shaking.
            “What’s wrong with him?” Derek asked, the raw, raspy sound of his
voice surprising him.
            “He’s having an asthma attack.  His inhaler isn’t working—Scott,
breathe please,” he begged, close to tears. 
            “Laura, help him,” Derek demanded.  He couldn’t stand the thought
of his mate being in distress and would do whatever it took to soothe
him.      
            “Derek I can’t,” she said, “Not without consent.  I won’t be that
kind of alpha.”
            “What?  You can help him?  Please help him.  How can you help him?”
            “If she bites him, and if it takes, he’ll become like us.”
            “A werewolf?  You guys are werewolves, right?” he asked, a panicked
edge to his voice.
            Derek had to drive back the urge to preen at his mate’s
intelligence and bravery.  “Yes,” Laura answered, “But listen, the bite could
kill him just as easily as it could save him.  And if he does turn, there is no
going back.  He’d be a werewolf—my beta—and he’d have to be willing to accept
me as his alpha.”
            “Okay, do it,” his mate insisted.
            “It’s not that simple.  There are dangers besides the bite not
taking.  There are rogue wolves, hunters—”
            “Don’t…wanna…die.”  It was barely audible, but Scott had chosen.
            “Are you sure this is what you want?” Laura asked, tears glistening
in her eyes.  She had seen alphas make packs by turning humans against their
will.  It was not something the Hales had ever done and she didn’t want to be
the one to break tradition.
            “Can’t…can’t leave mom… Stiles.  I’ll…do what you…say…save
me…please.”
            “You could die from this.”
            “I’ll die…anyway,” he gasped out.
            And the boy was right.  His breathing was getting shallower by the
minute and there wasn’t enough time to get an ambulance to him, or get him to a
hospital.  It was bite him, or let him die.  So Laura took a deep breath,
calmed herself and put all of her intent into a bite on the boy’s flank.
            The boy, Scott, let out a hollow scream when Laura bit him.  He
convulsed and then went quiet and still.  “Scott?” the other boy called and
began shaking him.
            Derek reached for him, pulling him away from his friend and
allowing Laura to wrap herself around him.  “Just wait,” Derek tried to pacify
the boy.  “We have to give it a chance to take.  Laura has him,” he wrapped
himself around the boy, “and I’ve got you,” he said softly.
            The boy melted into his embrace and let out a shuddering breath. 
Derek’s wolf was going crazy with need.  He was suddenly saturated in the boy’s
heady scent and all he could think was claim!  It took everything in him to
hold in an excited moan when the boy wrapped his arms around him.  It was a
long time before he moved and then it was only inches away, arms still clinging
to Derek’s torso.  “You’re the Hales?” he asked.
            “That’s right, I’m Derek and this is—”
            “Laura.  I remember from before the fire,” he said and looked over
to where Laura was cradling Scott’s body, stroking his hair.  “Is it working?”
            “I think so,” Derek said softly.  “I think it’s going to take and
your friend will be okay.”
            “Will he?” Stiles looked up at him, amber eyes glassy and
frightened.  In that moment he looked so young and vulnerable, and it made
Derek’s wolf whine.
            “When the bite takes, I promise that Laura and I will look out for
him…and you too.  You’ll be pack.”
            He seemed to brighten at that.  “I’ll be part of a werewolf pack?”
            “Yes,” Derek nodded, captivated by his eyes.
            “Is it because of the connection I feel with you?”
            Derek jolted, “You…you can feel it?”
            He nodded, “I feel drawn to you, like I’ve known you my whole life;
like I’m meant to know you for the rest of my life.”
            Derek was elated.  It was normal for humans to feel the bond of
pack and mate, but it didn’t usually happen so early on.  This meant that his
mate had already accepted and formed a bond with him and that the bond was
strong.  He wanted to do backflips.  He wanted to devour that plush, pink
mouth.  He wanted.  But Derek knew there was a lot at stake at the moment and
wanting his mate would have to wait.  “What’s your name?”
            “Stiles,” he answered.  “Stilinski,” he added as an afterthought.
            “You’re the Sheriff’s boy,” Laura said, breaking the spell between
Stiles and Derek.
            “Yeah,” Stiles nodded.
            “I remember your mom.  I was so sad to hear of her passing.  She
was a good woman.”
            Derek heard the uptick of Stiles’ heartbeat at the mention of his
mother.  “She was; thank you.  I was…I’m sorry about your family.” 
            Derek whined softly at the thought of his long gone family.  They
had loss in common, his mate and he.
            “When Scott is better—”
            “There’s a lot to discuss,” Laura said, already knowing where the
question was leading.  “Derek and I will tell you everything once Scott is out
of danger.”
            They sat for hours, waiting for Scott to come back to them.  Derek
had moved to sit next to Laura, offering his strength as part of Laura’s pack. 
Though he had gained alpha powers for himself, he still recognized Laura as his
alpha.  They were still pack and therefore he could add his strength to hers to
help heal Scott.  Derek had maneuvered Stiles to rest between his legs and had
an arm draped over his middle.  “Werewolves are like real wolves in that we’re
very tactile.  Touch him, lend him your strength, and let him know you’re
here.  It’ll help,” Derek whispered to Stiles and didn’t miss the shiver that
went through the boy as Derek’s breath ghosted over his ear.
            Stiles took Scott’s hand in his and gently rubbed circles over it
with his thumb.  After a while the boy dozed and Derek used the opportunity to
press his nose into the boy’s neck and breathe him in deeply.
            “He’s your mate?” Laura stated more than asked.  When her brother
nodded she only sighed.  She wasn’t upset with him, in fact she was thrilled,
but Laura knew the obstacles that now faced her baby brother and it made her
sad.  “You can’t do anything easy, can you Derek?” she said playfully and
ruffled his hair.
            “He’s already accepted the bond Laura.  It’s strong; I can’t—”
            “I won’t let you lose him Derek.  Whatever happens, we’ll face it
and get through together, just like we always have.”
            Derek only nodded.
            The night ended when Scott came to, shocked, but breathing clear
and deep on his own.  They had a brief discussion about what had transpired and
Scott still stood by his decision to accept the bite from Laura.  He was
fifteen and the only family his mom had left.  He wanted to live a full life
and thanked Laura and Derek for giving him the opportunity.  They took the boys
home, exchanged numbers and promised to meet up for a full werewolf tutorial
for both boys.  It was agony for Derek to be parted from Stiles, but it was
necessary.  Laura and Derek had to decide on a plan of action starting with the
fact that they were now bound to Beacon Hills once more.
                                      ***
            Laura and Derek checked into a hotel while they tried to find
acceptable living arrangements; they also made preparations for their
belongings in New York to be packed and shipped to Beacon Hills.  After
officially welcoming their new members to the pack, it was quickly decided that
their parents needed to be informed.  The amount of training Scott needed to
learn how to control himself meant spending a lot of time with Laura and
Derek.  Besides the fact that it would look odd for two teenaged boys to be
hanging around two adults, Scott’s mom needed to know for her own safety and
wellbeing, and years ago, the previous sheriff of Beacon Hills was in the know
about their family.
            They told the families together and though their initial reaction
was to freak out and reach for weapons, Ms. McCall and Sheriff Stilinski took
the news better than expected.  The parents were officially welcomed into the
pack.  In light of the situation, Sheriff Stilinski, “Call me John, please,”
insisted that the Hales stay with them.  John felt he owed it to their parents
to look after them, even though they were both adults now.  He also felt better
knowing that Stiles had live-in babysitters/bodyguards.
            It didn’t take long for John to notice that something had developed
between Derek and Stiles.  When he confronted them their explanation was the
farthest thing from his imagination.  Derek and Stiles were mates, which John
learned was equal to a supernatural marriage.  To say that he was outraged that
his fifteen-year-old son was basically engaged to a twenty-one-year-old man was
a serious understatement.  If it hadn’t been for Stiles’ insistence that Derek
had yet to even kiss him—which is why they were werewolf-engaged and not
werewolf-married—John would have emptied a full clip into Derek’s chest, even
knowing that the bullets wouldn’t kill him.
            Derek hadn’t staked his claim on Stiles for many reasons, the most
important being that he needed to have complete control over his alpha powers
before he even considered it.  If he didn’t, he might lose control and could
conceivably bite Stiles with or without his consent.  That would kill Derek, so
he kept his distance.  It gave Stiles the time he needed to be ready for the
claiming; to be sure.  He was only fifteen-years-old and while werewolves
didn’t place much credence in chronological age (so long as both mates had
reached sexual maturity and were willing), he was living in a human world and
some things just weren’t done.  Stiles had admitted that although he was drawn
to Derek, and wanted to be with him more than anything, he was not yet ready to
make that kind of commitment. 
            There was also the obstacle of Stiles’ father.  Though he didn’t
technically need it, Derek wanted the man’s blessing, and if not his blessing,
at the very least his permission.  Once he claimed him, Stiles would be his in
every sense of the word.  He would protect and care for him and take
responsibility for everything involving Stiles.  He was John’s only son, and
Derek didn’t want to take anything away from the man who had begun acting as a
surrogate father to Laura and him.
            John was willing to grant his permission for them to only date
until after Stiles graduated from high school.  When Stiles was truly ready for
the commitment, he would give his blessing.  But before he did, there would be
a very long discussion about exactly how prepared Stiles was to take on the
responsibility of such a relationship.  Furthermore, Stiles was not allowed to
ask for or receive the bite until after he had graduated, save in a life
threatening situation such as the one Scott had found himself in.  John also
insisted they both promise to wait until Stiles had at least finished his
undergrad before they even considered having children.  He required them to
obey each of his rules and remain discrete around town so that he wouldn’t have
a need to go to Alan Deaton for mountain ash bullets.  He also put his son on
birth control, just to be on the safe side.
            So Derek and Stiles spent the following months taking things at a
snail’s pace.  They talked about everything, had movie dates at home and shared
nothing more than heated kisses when no one was looking.  And though the pull
of their bond was powerful, taking it slow was exactly what both boys needed. 
Stiles had only just come to terms with his sexuality and Derek had a lot of
issues when it came to sex and relationships.
                                      ***
            By the time September came and the boys began their sophomore year
of high school, Scott had gained enough control over himself to not only safely
attend school, but to participate in sports as well.  It had always been his
dream to play lacrosse.  Between Laura and Derek they had taught him to keep a
reign on his emotions and how not to be too good.  Laura began her final
semester of nursing school and Derek decided to go to graduate school for
journalism.  And much to everyone’s surprise, Peter began showing signs of
healing.  Laura and Derek could only assume that it was the close proximity of
family—of pack—that had been the catalyst.  Having two alphas, a beta and three
strong humans in the pack had to be the reason the healing process had sped
up.  Their pack was beginning to flourish again, which made them all stronger. 
Peter was still pack, and he was now able to draw on the pack bond to help him
heal.  They contacted a doctor, a specialist who was also a werewolf, to come
to Beacon Hills and examine him.  He agreed with their assumption that it was
the growing pack that was aiding in Peter’s recovery.  He visited periodically
under the pretense of performing an experimental treatment on Peter to help
explain his eventual full recovery.
            Things were settling nicely and finally looking up for the Hales
when Scott came home gushing over the new girl, who was the love of his life—I
just know it!  Derek nearly fainted when he learned the girl’s name, Allison
Argent. 
            It took him a week to work up the courage to call a pack meeting
and explain to everyone why it was such a bad idea for Scott to be involved
with the Argent girl.  Laura cried and berated him for not telling her about
Kate sooner, as did the sheriff, who insisted they reopen the investigation
into the fire that had killed their family.  Scott, who saw the good in
everyone, was convinced that Allison wasn’t like the rest of her family and
probably didn’t even know about their secret occupation as werewolf hunters. 
After much deliberation, Laura trusted Scott’s instincts and gave him
permission to tell Allison everything.  She did it with the belief that, even
if Scott was mistaken about Allison, the pack was strong and ready for any
threat the Argents may pose.
            Once the pretty brunette got over the initial shock that werewolves
existed, she trusted that Scott was not accusing her family of these atrocities
lightly.  Upon digging deep into her family’s secrets, she was disappointed to
learn that Derek had been telling the truth about her family, particularly her
Aunt Kate.  It saddened her to learn that relatives of hers could commit such
barbarities.  She wasn’t the least bit conflicted about what doing the right
thing encompassed. 
            Allison was the one who broke the Hale Fire Case wide open.  She
brought them enough evidence to charge Kate for the fire and implicate Gerard
Argent, her grandfather.  Unfortunately, her decision to help the Hales tore
her family apart.  The only one who stood by her was her father, Chris, who was
disgusted by what his sister, and by extension, his father had done.  He
disavowed the entirety of his family, including his wife whom had sided with
Kate and Gerard.  Chris cooperated with the police investigation and gave them
whatever testimony they needed to convict Kate and her accomplices.  Though
they couldn’t prove that he had given the order to set fire to the Hale House,
the implication was enough to push Gerard and Victoria out of town and mar
their reputations in both the business and hunting worlds.
            Chris gave up active hunting and took on the task of teaching
Allison his ways so that they could protect Beacon Hills from the threat of not
only feral supernatural beings, but rogue hunters that would seek revenge on
the Hales for taking down the Argent Family’s hunting empire.  Chris felt that
he owed it to the Hales and he needed to make sure that Allison never followed
in the footsteps of his family. 
            It was a long road with many hardships.   Chris had difficulty
forgetting everything he had been taught about werewolves; about everything he
had done in the past.  While he had always known werewolves could control
themselves, he had been made to believe that it was only a matter of time
before they all let the animal take over.  Being around the Hales taught him
that any werewolf, if given the opportunity, could keep an equal balance
between their wolf and human sides.  It stirred up memories of a time he
thought he had buried long ago.
                                      ***
1996, Eight years prior to the Hale fire…
 
            Chris had been growing weary of the hunting lifestyle.  Things had
changed since his mother’s passing; the code wasn’t being followed as
stringently and what they were doing didn’t always sit well with him.  When
Chris went to his father about his disenchantment with the family business,
Gerard remained quiet for a long time, his demeanor unreadable.  When he
finally spoke, Chris could hear the falsehood in his tone.  He claimed to
understand what Chris was experiencing, having gone through it once himself. 
To seem like he was being supportive, Gerard offered Chris a sabbatical.  He
would give Chris some time to rest, relax and reevaluate why they were in the
hunting business in the first place.  If Chris was truly unhappy, he could
chose to leave the family business, and try his hand at something new.
            Chris took it for what it was, a veiled threat.  If Chris chose to
leave the family business, he would also be choosing to leave the family.  He
would be cut-off and on his own.  Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth,
Chris took the offer.  If nothing else he would get a Gerard-free vacation out
of the deal.  But he would use the time to determine his true heart’s desire. 
            On day one, Chris met a man at a bar and it was love at first
sight.  They had a whirlwind romance, both falling so hard that Chris allowed
the beautiful, blue-eyed man to charm his way into Chris’ hotel room only hours
after they had met.  Chris had never been physically attracted to a male prior
to meeting Peter.  Sure he had found some men to be attractive, but had never
before yearned to go to bed with one; however, the same could be said about
many of the females Chris had met.  He had never put any credence in what
others deemed normal, but had always assumed he was heterosexual.  And then
Peter came along and rocked him like a hurricane, knocking the very breath from
him with a single smile.  He was friendly and charismatic and whispered sweet
nothings into Chris’ ear as they rode the elevator to the seventh floor. 
Inside his room Peter took him apart, piece by agonizingly slow piece.  He
found religion as the dark-haired man sucked his life-force through his cock
and then brought him back to life.  Peter taught Chris where to kiss and how to
touch, what could bring him to his knees and had him keening and clawing at the
bed sheets while he begged for, “Deeper. Harder. Faster. More!”  But it was
when things were reversed and he was buried inside the tight clutch of Peter’s
heat that he truly lost himself.
            Three days together and Chris was ready to give up his world to be
with Peter.  He told him as much a few days before they were scheduled to be
parted.  Peter was elated by the news; he felt the same way.  He was in love
with Chris and trusted him enough to share his most important secret with him.
            Needless to say, Chris’ reaction wasn’t want Peter had hoped for. 
In his bewilderment, he alleged that Peter had been toying with him; that he
had used him to get to his family.  And though Peter swore he had no idea that
he was an Argent, Chris broke things off and returned home determined to
reaffirm his position within his family. 
            It was weeks later when Gerard revealed that he had someone shadow
Chris during his ‘vacation’ and knew about his liaison with the werewolf.  He
expressed satisfaction that Chris had remembered the truth about the monsters
they hunted and did the right thing by rejecting Peter.  Gerard had learned
that Peter came from a family of werewolves, but not much more.  He vowed to do
everything in his power to track him down and make him pay for what he had done
to Chris.
            Chris prayed Gerard never found Peter because although he tried to
fight it, Chris still loved the man and probably always would.  If for no other
reason than the souvenir he had left him with after their brief romance.  Chris
learned of his pregnancy around the same time Gerard had revealed that he had
been followed during his holiday.  He kept it from his father knowing Gerard
would force him to terminate the pregnancy.  Chris had considered aborting the
child the moment he learned of its existence; however something deep within him
wouldn’t allow him to go through with it.  So he hid his pregnancy until he
absolutely couldn’t any more.  Chris was nearly seven months along when Gerard
finally learned of it.
            To say that Gerard Argent was enraged at learning of his son’s
impregnation by a werewolf would be a bold understatement.  If it hadn’t been
for Kate protecting her older brother, Gerard probably would have beat Chris
until he miscarried—possibly to death.  This began the shift of his attentions
from Chris to Kate. 
            Gerard had stormed off and returned several hours later with a
bride for Chris.  Victoria came from a lesser hunting family and was eager to
be a part the Argent legacy, even if it meant marrying werewolf’s cast-offs and
playing mommy to their ill-gotten love child.  Only if the child was born
human; if the child was born a werewolf, it would be taken from him and ‘dealt
with.’  To save his child, Chris agreed to whatever Gerard wanted as he was no
longer in a position to rebel.  He couldn’t go to Peter—didn’t know where to
find him.  He had no friends outside of the hunting world and none within it
that would go against Gerard.  He had no means to care for or protect himself,
let alone an infant if he left home.
            So Chris married Victoria and prayed that his and Peter’s little
miracle was born human.  When Allison was born and proved to be human, Chris
sent his thanks to every deity he could think of.  And when Gerard finally
eased off and stopped monitoring his every move, Chris vowed to throw himself
into his loveless marriage and to put all thoughts of Peter behind him.  He
would  have to be content in the knowledge that even though his family had
basically torn him away from the love of his life, he would carry a piece of
their time together with him always.
                                      ***
Present…
            Chris didn’t consciously think of his time with Peter until after
the fire he thought had claimed Peter’s life.  He regretted his decision to
toss Peter away now more than ever.  It had been the wrong choice, and in his
heart, he had always known it.  Peter could never be a monster.  Peter had
loved him enough to betray his family’s secret.  And for it, Chris had betrayed
Peter and now deserved every agonizing minute of pain he felt at watching
Peter’s slow recovery.
            It killed him a little each day to know that he was responsible for
Kate being twisted by their father and sent to Beacon Hills to investigate the
Hales.  He just wished he had been brave enough to go to Beacon Hills himself. 
Perhaps if he had, he could have stopped Kate from murdering the family. 
Perhaps Peter could have known their child.  Maybe he and Peter could have
found their way back to each other.  He had so many what ifs and maybes and
Chris didn’t know how to let go of it all.  It was Derek Hale of all people, a
man who should hate him more than anything, who gave him the strength to move
past it.  He forgave Chris for what his actions and inactions had caused.  He
forgave him for what his family had done and then thanked him for taking steps
toward righting the wrongs of the Argents.  And if Chris had to venture a
guess, he would say that he had Stiles to thank for Derek’s offer of
forgiveness.
            So Chris taught Allison the ways of a hunter and a moral code that
would have made his mother proud.  She had been the only one of the Argents who
was without guilt or reproach in her dealings with the supernatural.  Chris was
sorry that he had ever forgotten her ways, and knew that it was her death that
had turned his father into the hateful man he had become.  Gerard had perverted
Kate and had forced him into an arranged marriage with Victoria.  The only good
thing to come out of his family was Allison.  And Chris vowed to never let
Gerard’s darkness touch Allison’s heart.  His first step was to tell everyone
the truth about why Gerard had targeted the Hales. 
            Allison was dumbstruck to learn that her father had been the one to
birth her and that her mother wasn’t her mother at all.  She felt a sense of
relief at not being genetically linked to such a cold-hearted woman.  But as
for Peter Hale being her other father, she was undecided.  After some thought,
she visited Peter in the hospital.  She sat with him quietly at first,
wondering what he had been like, wondering what he would be like if/when he
regained consciousness.  She wondered if he could hear her.
            There were days when Derek and Laura would sit with her, telling
stories about their family, about Peter.  It was with a little fear and a lot
of trust that they welcomed Allison into their family.  She was, after all, a
Hale and therefore pack.
            And something stirred in Allison.  It gave her pride and confidence
to be connected to the pack, not through Scott, but on her own.  The Hales and
Argents each had family in such short supply that she was eager to call them a
family.  She prayed for the day when Peter awoke so she could tell him as much.
                                      ***
            Derek and Stiles found Isaac at the end of sophomore year.  They
were at the cemetery visiting the Hales’ and Claudia Stilinski’s graves when
they witnessed Isaac’s abuse at the hands of his father.  It was all Stiles
could do to keep Derek from going after Mr. Lahey.  Instead, they offered the
boy comfort after his father had stalked off and left him crying and bloodied. 
They promised him help if he would only ask for it.  After discussing it with
the pack, it was agreed that if Isaac accepted it, Derek would offer him the
bite.
            A week later the boy showed up at the Stilinski home, wrist (and
spirit) fractured.  He agreed to file a report with the sheriff’s department
and Derek applied to foster Isaac.  It didn’t take much string pulling to have
Mr. Lahey arrested and Isaac placed in the Stilinski home under Derek’s care. 
It was a few weeks of sleepless nights before Derek offered Isaac the bite.  He
made sure the boy had a full understanding of what could happen and when he
nodded his head in assent, Derek made his first beta. 
            By the beginning of the next school year, the adoption papers had
been submitted and Isaac Lahey was only a few signatures away from becoming
Isaac Hale.  He and Stiles quickly went from acquaintances to best bros.  Scott
would always be his very best bro, but they didn’t have time for one another
like the used to.  Scott had training with Laura, lacrosse practice and
Allison.  Stiles had cross country, helping Isaac become all the werewolf that
he could be, and of course, Derek.
                                      ***
            Laura found Erica at the hospital; she had been admitted after a
particularly bad seizure.  Laura spoke to the pack about offering her the bite
because she saw a warrior in Erica and not just in a physical sense.  The girl
was a fighter, mentally and physically and Laura believed she would be a great
addition to the pack.  She agreed to take the bite, but didn’t want to tell her
parents about it.  Again they called in a werewolf contact, a doctor (different
from Peter’s) who offered Erica’s parents an opportunity to enroll their
daughter in an experimental medical trial that could all but cure her
epilepsy.  The Reyes’ agreed and Laura gave Erica the bite.  Under Laura’s
care, they showed a slow progression to a practically cured Erica.  She took to
being a werewolf better and faster than Scott and Isaac.
            The four of them, Stiles, Scott, Isaac and Erica became a clique
unto themselves.  They spent their lunches together, supported each other’s
extracurricular activities and made sure they had a ‘pup night’ at least once a
month.  Stiles was an honorary pup even though he was still human.
            It was Boyd who found them.
            He was a loner, though not by choice.  He watched the group at
school and around town and wanted what they had.  He followed them out to the
preserve one afternoon and learned their secret by accident.  They had no
choice but to add him to the pack.  He asked Derek for the bite midway through
junior year.
                                      ***
            The alpha pack arrived shortly after Boyd’s first full moon.  Derek
and Laura remembered Deucalion, Ennis and Kali from years ago, but didn’t know
what had happened to twist them into the monsters they had become.  The alphas
tried using their sister Cora, whom no one had known escaped the fire, against
them.  The Hales held their ground, and their pack, which included two alphas,
four betas, two hunters, a sheriff, a healer and a spark, defeated Deucalion
once and for all.  Having Cora back, killing Deucalion, Ennis and Kali and
folding Ethan and Aiden into their pack increased the power of the Hale pack so
much so that Peter awoke from his comatose state almost the moment the battle
ended.
            When Laura got the call and the three siblings arrived at the
hospital, they were shocked to see Peter awake, alert, and attempting to talk. 
The family embraced one another, cried with happiness and reaffirmed their
family bond.  After filling both Cora and Peter in on the years since the fire,
they convinced Peter that he had to fake his way through a few weeks of therapy
in order to keep the scientists at bay.  If his recovery was too miraculous,
they would come crawling from the woodworks wanting to study him.  At Peter’s
awakening, the siblings knew it was time to rebuild their family home. 
 
            In the midst of all of the excitement, Stiles decided he was ready
to take their bond to the next step.  Derek would still have to wait until
after high school graduation to claim Stiles as his mate, but they were able to
take their relationship to the next level.   Over the months they had moved
past kissing into increasing stages of heavy petting.  And on an evening that
they had the house to themselves and Beacon Hills was blessedly quiet, Derek
and Stiles made love for the first time. 
            There was nervousness on both sides.  Stiles was a virgin and Derek
had only ever been with Kate.  Together they fumbled their way through it,
learning what touches each shied away from, and which caresses had them
groaning and begging for more.  Derek laid Stiles out on his bed and used his
tongue to map every mole and freckle on his skin.  When he was shaking with
need, Derek wrapped his lips around his swollen length and Stiles filled
Derek’s mouth with his bittersweet release after the second downward stroke of
his mouth.
            Then, while he was boneless and reveling in the afterglow, Derek
slicked up his fingers and began the painstakingly slow task of stretching
Stiles.  He took his time, wanting to be careful, wanting to make it good for
Stiles.  Derek waited until Stiles’ body relaxed and he was grinding into his
hand before adding another finger.  He was four fingers deep, Stiles’ cock had
grown to new life and his boy was quaking and begging for more before Derek
felt they were ready to continue.  Carefully he pulled his fingers from Stiles’
stretched hole, watching as it clenched and clasped around air.  With a wanton
groan he slicked his cock, lined himself up and gradually pushed through the
tight band of muscle.  Derek paused to catch his breath and allow Stiles’ body
the chance to adjust to the intrusion.  But inexperience and overstimulation
had Stiles coming with a low, blissed out moan.  His ass spasmed around Derek’s
cockhead and pulled the older man into his own, inadvertent release.
            Unable to stop himself from coming, Derek cried out and wrapped his
fist around his dick just under his glans to keep himself from driving forward
and hurting Stiles.  He twisted his hand over his shaft and worked himself
through the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced as he filled Stiles to
bursting with jet after jet of come.  When he was done, he pulled out of
Stiles’ body with great care and then collapse on him in a heap of limp, sweaty
limbs.  After catching their breath, they laughed at themselves until they were
again breathless.  Then they tried again.  It went much differently the second
time around.
                                      ***
            Peter was released from the hospital before the Hale house was
rebuilt and the Stilinski house was bursting at the seams with people.  John
loved every minute of it, and dreaded the day when the Hales would move into
their own home.  He knew when that happened, that Stiles moving out wouldn’t be
far behind.  After realizing what a dumbass he had been for the last few years,
John decided to make up for lost time by asking Melissa McCall on a date. 
            The couple was married in a small family ceremony before the teens
finished their senior year of high school.
            With slowly fading scars and memories, Peter reclaimed his life. 
After a lot of screaming, arguing and crying, he and Chris worked through their
issues and gradually endeavored to rekindle their romance.  He readjusted to
pack life and helped mentor the younger members of the pack, namely Aiden and
Ethan who were almost as emotionally scarred as the Hales.
            They moved into the newly built Hale House in time for graduation. 
There was huge party held in the yard where they celebrated the pack’s
successes.  They were all going to college, some travelling across the country
and some staying local.  Isaac, Stiles, Cora and the twins couldn’t bear to
leave Beacon Hills and decided to commute to Chico, while Erica, Boyd, Scott
and Allison went further.  Allison and Scott chose UCLA while Erica and Boyd
wanted to follow after Derek and Laura and finish their undergrad at NYU.
            The night of the graduation party Derek claimed Stiles as his mate,
because they both wanted it more than anything.  It was more wonderful than
either could have hoped and the entire pack howled in celebration as the felt
their mating bond flow into the pack bond.
                                      ***
Present Day…
 
            “Despite all of the craziness, those were the happiest days of my
life,” Stiles said wistfully.
            “Really?” Derek asked, eyebrows arched in question.
            “Yes, it was in those days that we began building our family.”
            Derek knew that Stiles was right.  They weren’t just a flourishing
pack, they were a family.  A family filled with ups, downs, dramas, grief and
celebrations.
            John and Melissa were still going strong, happier than ever and
took every opportunity they could to rub that fact in everyone’s face.  They
were so sickeningly sweet it was vomit-inducing.  Laura met a man, a sheriff’s
deputy, who she loved and trusted enough to claim as her mate.  She and Jordan
weren’t much better in the ‘love so sweet it gave you a tummy ache’
department.  Kennedy and Karson, their eighteen-month-old twin daughters, were
already unholy terrors.  And Derek loved every minute of chaos they caused.
            Chris and Peter had long since reconciled and were debating whether
or not they wished to conceive or adopt a child together.  And that was only
when they weren’t debating about whether or not they were too old to start
fresh with another child.  “Allison’s old enough to start her own family.  Do
we really want to give her a sister or brother that is younger than her son or
daughter?!”  Their debates were often, loud, and took place at any given time
or location.  Neither was above dragging others into the discussion for their
opinions.
            Erica and Boyd had returned to Beacon Hills after college and were
in a continuous state of on-again/off-again.  They were currently off-again and
driving the entire pack insane with their bickering.  Derek wished they would
just bite the bullet and claim one another as mates.  It was plain as anything
that they were meant for each other.  But Erica was too hell bent on being
independent, “I won’t be owned by anyone!”  And Boyd was too scared of losing
her to issue an ultimatum.  The problem was, that was exactly what Erica
wanted.  But neither would take advice from anyone.  And so they suffered and
the pack suffered with them. 
            Aiden and Cora were planning their mating ceremony/wedding and
couldn’t agree on the details.  Both of them were without much in the way of
family and felt the need to incorporate every tradition possible to honor
them.   But if that happened the ceremony would, literally, take forever.  The
argument was always about which family traditions they would choose.  Ethan was
no help at all.  And every time they tried to drag Derek into the debate, he
responded that as the substitute father of the bride, his job was to hand over
the money, walk Cora down the aisle, and nothing more. 
            Ethan and Danny were contemplating going away for graduate school
and were bugging everyone in the pack for a list of pros and cons.  They fought
over which school they should choose, how far away they were willing to go from
the pack.  Did they have to go to the same school?  Their problems were the
least serious, but annoying just the same.
            And probably the most amusing pickle of all was the one where Scott
and Isaac were currently ‘sharing’ Allison.  Apparently the two dumbasses
didn’t have a clear understanding of the word share because they were always
arguing over whose weekend it was with her.  Derek was pretty sure it was all
Scott’s fault.  Everyone knew how Scott and Allison felt about one another. 
The pack also knew how Isaac felt about Scott.  Because of Scott—and various
life threatening situations—Allison and Isaac had developed a bond with one
another.  Scott was in love with Isaac, but was having trouble coming to terms
with being in love with two people.  This is why they always spent their time
separately.  He didn’t want to risk neglecting either of his lovers. 
Meanwhile, Allison and Isaac were nearly ready to kick Scott out of the
relationship until he pulled his head out of his ass and caught a clue. 
            Due to someone’s indiscretion (read: Isaac) Chris learned of the
trio’s ‘relationship’.  Needless to say he was ready to go on a murderous
rampage when he learned that his daughter was in a polyamorous relationship
with two men.  Peter was a werewolf and to them, such things didn’t really rate
as bad in the grand scheme of things.  Chris kept insisting that Derek
discipline his betas.  Derek, who had in recent years taken over as the head
alpha of the pack, had to remind Chris that he had no say in anyone’s love life
unless it jeopardized the safety of the pack.  And their threesome was in no
way endangering the pack!
            And that had just been this morning at pack breakfast.  Stiles had
gotten so fed up with them all pulling at Derek from every direction that he
screamed for everyone to, “Shut the fuck up.  Get the fuck out.  Give your
alpha one mother fucking day of peace!”  His explosion had silenced everyone. 
Stiles was second to the head alpha, but more than that, he was the pack mom.
 He was the calming, nurturing force that cared for every pack member and
usually kept Derek from exploding.  So when he yelled, everyone knew, “Shit
just got serious!”  They all began cleaning up the table and making ready to
escape from Stiles’ wrath while the alpha’s mate just ranted on.  Derek was
just one person—supernatural or not—and couldn’t save them all from their
problems all of the time.  “He has a deadline for crying out loud!”  He needed
to take care of himself and his mate as well.  Sufficiently cowed, the group
apologized to Derek for being so selfish and left him to work on his novel. 
 
            Stiles smiled at the memory, “I was a little harsh, huh?”
            Derek shrugged, “They needed to hear it and I couldn’t say it.”
            “That’s what family does, though.  They drive us to epic levels of
insanity, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.”
            “Me either,” Derek agreed.
            Stiles pressed a kiss to his mate’s cheek and let out what he
thought was a contented sigh.
            “What’s wrong?”
            “Hm?”
            “There’s something on your mind.  I can hear it in your sigh and
feel it in our bond.”
            “It’s nothing,” Stiles tried to lie, even knowing that it was
pointless.
            Derek manhandled Stiles until he was straddling Derek’s lap, legs
thrown over the arms of his leather chair.  He cupped his mate’s face and moved
it so that he was staring up into his honey-brown orbs.  “Don’t hide things
from me.  Whatever is troubling you, it’s more important to me than any petty
drama the pack brings me.”
            Stiles sighed in resignation and nodded, prepared to tell Derek the
truth.  “I know we said…we’re supposed to be waiting a few more years but…”
            “What Stiles?  What is it?”
            “I want our house to be filled with the sound of our cubs laughing
and crying.  I…I’m ready to start a family Derek.  Please—” Stiles cut himself
off with a strangled cry.  He jerked his face away from Derek’s hand and swiped
at his eyes, rubbing away any sign of tears.
            “Is that all?” Derek chuckled.
            Stiles turned blazing eyes to his husband.  “Is that all?!  Derek
this is a big fucking deal!”
            “Not in the way you’re thinking,” Derek responded simply.
            “What do you mean by that?”
            “It’s the starting a family that’s a big deal, not the when.  I’ve
been waiting for you to be ready.”
            Stiles gasped, “Really?”
            “Yes.  I didn’t want to push you.  I thought you’d want to focus on
a career—”
            “Derek I have everything I want in life except your babies!”
            “So stop taking your birth control and—”
            “I haven’t taken them in weeks.  Not on purpose!” he exclaimed, not
wanting his husband to think that he had been trying to trick him into having
babies.  “I ran out and forgot to refill the prescription, then I just forgot
and by the time I remembered…”
            Derek gave him a predatory grin, “Well then I guess I should get to
work.”
 
            Derek grasped Stiles by the back of his head and pulled him in for
a kiss.  Stiles just leaned into it, giving himself over to his lover.  Derek
took his time exploring Stiles’ mouth, licking along his lips before dipping
his tongue inside to taste him.  Stiles opened his mouth to Derek who dragged
his tongue along the roof and then delved deeper, brushing against Stiles’
tongue, sucking on it.  He pulled away to catch his breath and began trailing
kisses over Stiles’ jaw, down his neck, sucking a mark onto his collar bone. 
Stiles moaned when he felt Derek’s erection growing beneath him.  It had been a
while since they had been together like this and it wasn’t long before his cock
thickened in response.  “Derek, please,” Stiles murmured as he ground his hips
down.  Derek’s hips bucked up in answer.
            “I’ll take care of you, baby,” he murmured before moving Stiles to
stand up before him.  Derek was thankful that his beloved had long since
stopped dressing in multiple layers…at least around the house anyway.  He
pulled the single blue tee shirt over Stiles’ head and dropped it on the
floor.  His hands were instantly drawn to the exposed skin of his toned stomach
and chest.  Genetically Stiles would never be as dense as Derek or Boyd, but he
had filled in beautifully over the years.  As Derek trailed his fingers over
Stiles taut stomach, his lips followed the same path, and he thought of how
beautiful the skin would look stretched wide and filled with his cubs.  Stiles
was already beautiful, but Derek knew he would be breathtaking while pregnant.
            As his tongue dipped into Stiles’ navel and then dragged along the
line of dark hair that disappeared into his waistband, Derek’s nimble fingers
worked open Stiles’ pants.  He kissed his way down as the pants were opened and
eased over his long legs.  Stiles’ cock was full, red and oozing precome. 
Derek pressed kisses along the shaft as he leaned down to help Stiles remove
each leg from his pants.  When he was stood before him completely naked, Derek
placed his hands on Stiles’ hips and leaned him back so that he could get a
better look at him.  His eyes were dark with lust as he took in Stiles’ creamy,
mole dotted skin.  Stiles’ chest heaved as he grew more aroused under Derek’s
appreciative gaze.
            “Touch me,” Stiles urged, his hips thrusting toward Derek’s mouth.
            “Impatient,” Derek muttered before realizing that Stiles truly was
impatient.  It had been ages since they had managed to make love to
completion…together.  Every time they tried someone ruined it by walking in or
calling or causing enough of a commotion to kill the mood.  Both were going to
come quick and that wasn’t what he wanted for them this time.  So Derek did
what Stiles asked and touched him.
            He wrapped his large hand around Stiles’ long cock and stroked over
the shaft gently before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the leaking head. 
Stiles’ hips jerked forward and he let loose a moan as his hands buried
themselves in Derek’s hair.  “Gonna come quick if you do that,” he grunted
through clenched teeth.
            “That’s what I’m hoping for,” Derek said before looking up at him. 
He wrapped his hands around Stiles’ trim waist and then engulfed his entire
length while staring up at him.
            “Fuu-uuck,” Stiles breathed as his cock was enveloped in the wet
heat of Derek’s mouth.  His mate pulled back and used his tongue to bathe the
head and shaft then sucked the length of him into his mouth until Stiles’
cockhead was touching the back of his throat.  Derek swallowed around him and
that was all it took before Stiles was crying out and coming down his mate’s
throat.  Derek swallowed all that he could, but some dribbled out the corners
of his mouth and down his chin.  He pulled away and used his tongue to clean
every inch of Stiles until his lover was leaning over his shoulder, weak and
boneless.
            Derek kissed along Stiles’ stomach and sides, waiting for his
husband to come back to himself.  When he was able to stand on his own, he did
so, petting Derek’s head and grinning down at him, drunkenly, “That was just
what I needed.”  His partner only grinned before removing his hands from
Stiles’ waist.
            Stiles watched with interest as Derek divested himself of his sea
green Henley.  Stiles’ fingers went straight for his dusky nipples, scratching
over them with his blunt nails, pinching and rolling them between his fingers
until they pulled into stiff peaks.  Derek cursed under his breath and leaned
into Stiles’ touch momentarily.  He loved having his nipples played with, but
this was about Stiles, so Derek hurried on and moved his hands to his pants. 
He made quick work of opening them and easing them over his hips.  He then
watched as Stiles dropped to his knees and aided in shoving Derek’s jeans down
his legs and into a heap with Stiles’ clothes.  Derek cupped his face, his
thumb brushing over Stiles’ bottom lip, forcing it open and pushing the digit
inside.  He bit back a groan when Stiles tongue swirled over his finger before
sucking it deeper inside his mouth.  “Yeah,” Derek whispered, “that’s what I
want.”
            Stiles grinned around the finger before pulling off with a dirtypop
and moving his head to Derek’s lap.  Derek’s hand moved to cup the back of
Stiles’ head, to help guide him where he wanted him.  But Stiles already knew
what Derek wanted and wasted no time in wetting his throbbing dick with his
tongue.  His used his thumb and forefinger to ease back the foreskin and reveal
the dark red head of his cock.  Stiles licked up the dribble of precome at the
slit and then sucked his way down the shaft until he was deep throating Derek. 
“Fuck yeah, Stiles!  Make me come,” he sighed as his head dropped back in
ecstasy.
            Stiles pulled off of him with a loud slurp, “Fuck my mouth,” he
demanded before diving in again and sucking Derek’s dick back into his mouth. 
Derek moved both hands to the back of Stiles’ head, lifted his hips and fucked
up into Stiles’ mouth.  He was gentle at first, letting Stiles adjust to his
rhythm, but once he moaned around his shaft, the vibrations pushed Derek to
quicken his pace and drive deeper.  Stiles held onto Derek’s hips for balance
and waited for the moment when he lost control.  He didn’t have to wait long. 
He could feel Derek growing harder and larger in his mouth and knew he was
close to losing it.  His hips began moving erratically, pulling out too far and
then not going deep enough.  Then Derek cursed, and began thrusting up fast and
deep, choking Stiles with his cock.  Stiles coughed; his throat spasmed around
Derek’s dick and pulled him into a powerful orgasm.  His hips jerked back,
ripping his cock from Stiles’ mouth and spraying his face with his hot come. 
It had been an accident, but fuck if it wasn’t the hottest thing Derek had ever
seen, hot ropes of come splashing against Stiles lips and cheeks.  When the
last drop dribbled from his slit and down his shaft, Derek pulled Stiles to him
and proceeded to lick every trace of his release from his husband’s face.  Then
he licked into Stiles’ mouth and kissed him until he was breathless.
            “That was not conducive to breeding,” Stiles murmured against
Derek’s mouth.
            Derek smiled against his lips, “We’ve got all day and very good
recovery time,” he said as he continued to chew on Stiles’ mouth.
            Stiles ended up back in Derek’s lap as they leisurely kissed and
caressed one another.  Derek’s hands glided along Stiles’ smooth skin, leaving
him heated and wanting.  Stiles mewled as Derek’s mouth left a ring of passion
marks along his collarbone.  Derek’s hands moved to cup Stiles’ ass and pressed
him down against his hips as they circled upward.  Their cocks were already
stirring, showing signs of renewed interest and very quickly Stiles began
rocking against Derek of his own volition.  “Get me wet, Derek.  Open me up,”
he breathed against his lips before tugging Derek’s bottom lip between his
teeth and biting down.
            Derek growled at the sensation and his hands scrambled to pull the
desk drawer open.  After years of coitus interuptus and the fact that they
could hardly keep their hands off one another since the first time they had
sex, Derek and Stiles learned to stash tubes of lubricant all over the house. 
It always irritated any pack member who stumbled across it by accident, but
Derek always reminded them that it was his house and he’d fuck his husband
anywhere he damn well pleased!  This confession had apparently scarred them
all; yet didn’t stop the continual surprise visits and entering rooms without
knocking.
            After fumbling through the drawer, one handed and blind, Derek’s
fingers found what they were searching for and snatched the half empty tube
from its hiding place.  Derek uncapped the tube and squeezed it too tightly,
spilling too much of the slick substance over his fingers, and landing most of
it on his thighs.  Derek couldn’t be bothered as his singular focus was to
follow Stiles’ command to wet and open him.  The angle wasn’t ideal, but Derek
managed to slip his index finger into Stiles to the last knuckle in one long
push.  Stiles’ hips stilled and he let out and bliss filled moan.
            It burned, but Stiles loved the feel of it.  It had been much too
long since his ass had gotten any attention.  He wished he hadn’t been so far
gone with desire or he would have demanded that Derek eat him out.  God, how he
loved it when Derek rimmed him!  As it was, he barely had the patience to let
Derek properly prep him.  And if Derek’s cock wasn’t so damned big, he would
have chanced forgoing prep all together.  But it had been at least a month
since Derek had been inside him and no matter how much they fucked, Stiles’ ass
remained—
            “So fucking tight!” Derek hummed against Stiles’ neck.
            Wanting it to be good, Derek took his time opening Stiles up. He
made his mate beg for each added finger until Derek had four thrusting inside
of Stiles clasping hole.  Derek crooked them and brushed against his prostate. 
Stiles jerked so hard he almost pulled away from the fingers holding him open. 
“Please,” he begged, “’m open, so open.  Please fuck me.  I’ll die if you don’t
put your dick in me now!”
            “Yeah,” Derek rasped.  Listening to the sounds Stiles made as he
stretched him had sent jolts of pleasure straight to his groin.  Derek’s cock
was hard as granite; the swollen red head had pushed its way through the
foreskin and had coated his stomach with precome.  “Gonna take my fingers out
and then fill you up with my cock.”
            “Yes!” Stiles exclaimed.
            Gently, Derek pulled his fingers from within him.  He placed both
hands on Stiles’ hips and moved him off of his lap.  Stiles whined, but Derek
shushed him and turned him around, facing away from him.  Face-to-face fucking
was more intimate, but right now they were fucking with two very specific
purposes in mind.  One was to put an end to their lengthy drought and the other
was to fuck Derek’s cubs into Stiles.  This position would suit both purposes
perfectly.  Derek swiped his hands through the pool of lube on his thigh and
used it to slick his cock.  His hips jerked at the touch and Derek worried that
one orgasm hadn’t been enough to take the edge off.  It might be over quicker
than he wanted, so he had to do what he could to make it as good as possible
for his mate.
            Stiles’ legs were thrown over Derek’s thighs and his hands gripped
the edge of the chair tightly for balance.  Derek placed a hand at the center
of Stiles’ back and eased him forward slightly.  He got a good look at the
stretched pucker and groaned at the sight.  It was red, puffy and glistening
with lube.  Derek’s mouth watered at the sight.  Later, he thought.  “Later,
I’m gonna put my mouth there,” he rasped and drug his fingers over the abused
hole, watching as it clasped at the touch, “until you beg and whimper and tell
me you can’t take anymore.”  His fingers dipped inside, making Stiles moan and
grind against his hand.  “And then I’ll keep licking you and fucking you with
my tongue until you come screaming my name.”
            Stiles whimpered.
            “Would you like that, Stiles?” Derek questioned.
            “Yes!” he implored.  “Yes I want that so fucking much!”
            Derek grinned; he loved that he could make Stiles so crazy with
desire that he would agree to anything.  Stiles had confessed to both loving
and hating when Derek rimmed him.  He loved it because it felt, “So fucking
good!”  But he hated it because it felt, “Too fucking good!”  It was his
weakness and any more than a few minutes of it turned him into a babbling,
sobbing mess.  Stiles usually only wanted enough of a rim job to be a tease,
but Derek always went further.  He couldn’t help himself; having Stiles in his
mouth, clenching around his tongue was almost as good as having him spasming on
his dick.
            Derek moved himself back to the task at hand.  He pulled his
fingers away from the furled opening and lined his dick up.
            When Stiles felt the blunt head nudging against him, he pushed back
and popped it past the tight ring of muscle.  “Fuck!” Derek cried while Stiles
groaned at the intrusion.  Four fingers couldn’t compare to the fullness of the
head of Derek’s cock.  His grip on Stiles’ hips tightened as a warning for
Stiles to wait.  If he let him, Derek knew Stiles would just impale himself and
fuck through the pain. 
            His dick being surrounding by Stiles’ tight heat felt like the
first time every time.  He was always on the brink of shooting his load at the
initial thrust.  When he was sure he wouldn’t lose it and that Stiles wouldn’t
just slam himself down without regard to his own wellbeing, Derek relaxed his
grip on Stiles’ hips and allowed his lover to work himself onto his cock.  The
head was fat and the top of his shaft tapered slightly, but widened on its way
down to the base.  He was long and thick and they learned early on that it was
best to let Stiles settle himself onto it at his own pace or they would have a
bad time of it.
            It took a full minute before Stiles was completely seated on
Derek’s cock and another before he felt his mate relax against him.  “Good?” he
asked solicitously.
            “So good,” Stiles breathed.
            Derek placed his hand on the center of Stiles’ back and leaned him
forward.  His dick pulsed at the sight of Stiles’ hole stretched around him.
 “Fuck I wish you could see this,” Derek grunted as he rolled his hips
slightly, watching as Stiles’ body clutched him.  “Fucking beautiful,” he
whispered as he moved Stiles up slightly, revealing more of his glistening
shaft.  He pulled him down slowly and watched as his dick disappeared inside of
Stiles.  He repeated the motion several more times, lifting higher each time
and just groaning with pleasure as Stiles took every inch of him.
            Both feeling and seeing himself fuck into Stiles was sensory
overload and Derek had to look away.  He tilted his head back against the
chair, and began fucking Stiles onto his cock a little faster, deeper, harder. 
Stiles moaned in time with Derek’s rhythm and did his best to push back against
him.  “You’re so fucking good Stiles,” he sighed and circled his hips.
            Stiles wasn’t sure if he was currently dying or already in heaven. 
Derek’s thick cock had him stretched to the limit and it reached so deep inside
of him.  He always teased Derek that he would go far in the porn industry with
a cock like his, but was thankful that it belonged to Stiles alone.  He leaned
forward a little more and Derek’s head brushed against his prostate.  Stiles
cried out at the sudden sensation and Derek made sure to hit the same spot with
every other stroke.  “Oh my God, Derek!” he cried.  “You feel so incredible
inside me.  Stretching me and filling me up; so good.”
            Derek again looked down at his cock fucking into Stiles and bucked
up losing his rhythm.  He pulled Stiles back to lie against his chest and
licked along his neck as his fingers gripped the underside of Stiles’ thighs,
spread them wide and pulled them up until they were nearly pressed against his
chest.  Derek spun the chair so that the back was pressing against the desk,
keeping them from rolling and giving him leverage as he planted his feet on the
floor and began pistoning his hips up.
            “Fuck!” Stiles cried as Derek began fucking up into him with
abandon.  His shaft brushed against his prostate with every thrust.
            “Take my cock,” he grunted.  “Take. Every. Inch. Of. It!” Derek
growled, slamming into him fast and hard; punctuating each word with a thrust.
 Stiles just held on for the ride, moaning and sobbing and loving every minute
of it.  “Gonna knot you.  Gonna fill you so full of come your ass’ll be wet for
days.”  His words were a dirty promise against Stiles’ neck.  Derek licked and
nibbled at the delicate skin of his nape.
            “You’re gonna make me come—Derek!” Stiles sobbed.
            “Fuck yeah!  Come from just my cock.”  Just the thought of it made
Derek so hot.  He felt the swirl of pleasure roiling around in his belly and
knew he was close to coming.  Derek thrust up several more times before he
shoved in deep and held Stiles down on him. 
            “Gimme your knot!” Stiles begged even as he felt himself being
stretched wider.  There was pain mixed with pleasure as his hole strained to
accommodate the extra girth of Derek’s knot.  When the stretching stopped,
Derek thrust up, circling his hips and grinding against Stiles’ ass.  The tug
against his rim set Stiles off.  “Fuck Derek!” he called as his dick erupted,
spilling hot semen over his stomach and chest.
            Stiles’ hole contracted with his orgasm and sent Derek into his own
climax.  He growled as his cock began spurting, filling Stiles up until he felt
like he would burst.  Derek kept grinding against his ass, wanting to bury
himself as deep as possible and never leave the tight clutch of his mate’s
body.
            Derek eased Stiles’ legs down to rest against his own.  He licked
and kissed Stiles’ neck and shoulders and rubbed his hands along his arms
soothing him; whispering sweet words of love and pride in his ear.  Stiles had
done so well, taken his dick so deep.  He had stretched so wide to bear his
knot and had taken in so much of his come that Derek could feel a slight bulge
in his lower abdomen.
            They stayed like that, Derek gently stroking Stiles’ flush skin, as
their breathing returned to normal and Derek’s knot eventually receded.
            The couple spent the rest of the afternoon fucking and sleeping. 
And when Isaac came home, he took one whiff from the foyer, turned around, and
called out that he would stay the night with Pop and Mama Stilinski and would
encourage the rest of the pack to steer clear of the house for a while longer.
                                      ***
Seven weeks later…
 
            The day had been a hectic one; the pack having hosted a party to
celebrate Peter’s pregnancy.  It seemed all of the arguing and debating was
pointless when you had make-up sex and forgot to use birth control.  Peter had
just begun his second trimester and was carrying two cubs.  The couple had been
so busy arguing and fighting about it, that they had missed all the signs of
the pregnancy until in the middle of a colossal argument, Peter’s vision
doubled and he nearly toppled over.  When the sound of blood rushing through
his ears stopped and his eyesight cleared, Peter instantly knew.
 
            After cleaning up, kicking the last of the stragglers out and
showering, Stiles and Derek were finally settled in bed.  Derek was pressed
against Stiles’ back, arm draped over him and nose pressed into the nape of
Stiles’ neck.  And in the dark, quiet of their room, Derek picked up the sound
of several unfamiliar heartbeats.  His heart fluttered with joy as he pulled
his sleeping husband tighter against him.  In the morning he would bring Stiles
breakfast and tell him the good news.
                                      ***
Epilogue
Beacon Hills, 2028…
            Derek, Laura and Peter were anxious, there was no hiding it.  This
would be the first moon celebration the Hale’s hosted since the fire and there
was obviously some trepidation on their part.  But the triplets, Nicolas, Robin
and Steven (or Nico, Bobbie and Stevie as they preferred to be called) had
begged for a bit of fanfare for their first full moon run with the pack.  Derek
and Stiles’ trio, along with their cousins Michael and Samuel had come of age
and were finally ready to shift into beta forms and run with their pack.  They
had all been studying their family and werewolf history and learned that
traditionally the Hale’s celebrated a pup’s first full moon shift with a
celebration.  Together the five of them had worn their parents down and the
Hale pack was preparing to celebrate The Long Night’s Moon.
            The triplets were trying to smugly placate their siblings Natalia
and Jonathan (Nattie and Jonny) who were only eight, that in four years they
too would get a celebration for their coming of age.  But tonight was about the
triplets and the twins.  Stiles gently scolded them for rubbing it in and
enlisted them to wrangle the pups as the pack arrived.  With exaggerated huffs
of displeasure the pre-teens agreed.  They actually loved being put in charge
of the younger pups because it made them feel older and important.
            Erica and Boyd were the first to arrive with their ten-year-old
son, Boyd “Don’t call me Vernon” the fifth.  The kids had taken to calling him
B5 and it stuck.  It was shortly after Derek and Stiles had announced their
pregnancy that it finally hit Boyd to man up and claim Erica as his mate.  He
gave her an ultimatum which she happily accepted.  It was what she had wanted
all along.  After that it was business as usual; Erica was her usual bossy,
independent self and Boyd was happy to have her that way.  On occasion he would
pull the alpha male card on her, but it was more a romantic gesture than
anything else.  No one said their relationship was conventional!
            Laura and Jordan were in the kitchen with Peter and Chris.  Jordan
was trying to keep the mood light, as was Chris.  The trio of Hales was on edge
and it was understandable.  Chris was a little on edge as well.  He had checked
that Kate was securely locked away in prison with no hope of escape three times
in the last two weeks.  He had also discreetly put his feelers out to be sure
that all factions of hunters remembered that Beacon Hills was off limits.  They
hadn’t had an incident with hunters rogue or otherwise in eight years. 
            During their last conflict with hunters, a newer faction had been
trying to make a name for themselves, and made a mistake that wouldn’t soon
been forgotten throughout all supernatural circles.  Derek’s triplets had been
kidnapped along with a heavily pregnant Stiles.  They had been abused and
Stiles was sent into premature labor, almost losing the twins and his life.  It
took investigators weeks to recover and match up all of the pieces of the
hunters found at the scene of the crime.  The sheriff happily covered up the
incident as a horrible animal attack and word spread that to mess with the Hale
pack meant a slow, painful and gruesome death.  They had one of the oldest
hunting families, the local law enforcement, and a branch of the FBI backing
them.  The FBI “Unmentionables” Branch was headed up by Scott’s father, who had
found his way back into his estranged son’s life.  Things were still tense with
them and Scott still called John Stilinski ‘dad’, but they were working on it.
            Scott, Isaac and Allison soon arrived with their children, Marty,
Molly and Lizzy, all of whom were too young to participate, but were excited to
see their uncles make their first official shift and run with the pack.  Normal
kids would be off-put by having uncles that were only a few years older than
them, but they weren’t exactly normal kids.  They came from a family of hunters
and werewolves, two of them were werewolves and they had a mom and two dads. 
If anything, the trio of siblings thought they had the coolest family ever
created and they felt no shame when people stared open-mouthed at their
unorthodox lifestyle.  And any kids who had something nasty to say were quickly
put in their places by being reminded that they had three full time parents
while other kids were lucky if they had one parent in their household. 
            Ethan and Danny arrived around the same time as Cora and Aiden. 
Ethan couldn’t wait to show off the sonogram captures of their unborn child. 
The surrogate was due in three months and looked to be carrying a strong and
health cub.  They were the last of the group to start their family.  For years
both men had tried to get pregnant, but unfortunately neither could conceive
and the one time Danny had… The child hadn’t made it; Danny nearly didn’t
survive the miscarriage.  After the ordeal the couple vowed to never try
conceiving again.  It took them time to heal physically and emotionally and
then the couple began researching surrogates.  They found one from an ally pack
who was more than willing to carry this child and any future cubs without fear
of attachment or interference from her.  And to make sure, the trio signed
contracts to make it all nice and legal.
            Aiden and Cora were the parents of two beautiful boys who took
after the Hales with their dark hair, ever changing eyes and thick, judgmental
eyebrows.  David and Malcolm were like two miniature Dereks and it irked Aiden
to end that it look as though he took no part in the genetics of his sons.  It
also irked him (in a playful way) how much they adored their Uncle Alpha. 
Though Aiden and Ethan had maintained their alpha powers, they were not
considered alphas of the pack, and both were fine with the arrangement.  This
also meant that their children would defer to Derek as their alpha as far as
pack was concerned.  The nine and sever-year-old boys bypassed and ignored
everyone until they were wrapped up in their alpha’s arms.  Aiden watched,
unable to stop his smile as Derek spun them and hugged them tightly before
scent marking them and nipped at their little necks which were held out in
submission.
            Aiden leaned against the kitchen doorway watching with a grin,
“They’ve been talking about the moon celebration at Uncle Alpha’s house all
day,” he mentioned to his brother-in-law.
            “They have?” Derek said giving the boys an extra squeeze before
setting them down.  “Well it just so happens that I have been looking forward
to seeing you two little monsters.” 
            The boys gave their best growls and flashed their fangs at Derek
playfully.  “There’re my little monsters!” Derek growled through a mouth full
of fangs, flashing his crimson eyes at them.  The boys squealed and giggled,
having never been afraid of their alpha, even in a full shift.  Derek shook of
the partial shift, “Go find your Uncle Stiles; I bet he has treats,” he said
and the boys took off running and calling for Uncle Stiles.
            Stiles and Laura made sure all of the children had treats and were
keeping one another occupied while they waited for everyone to arrive and greet
one another.  Everyone had to take a turn greeting and being scented by Derek
and then Laura.  While Derek was the pack alpha, Laura was still a Hale alpha
and held higher standing than everyone else in the pack save Derek and Stiles. 
Plus they were family and they never sat down to a family gathering without
everyone greeting each other with hugs, kisses, scent marking—and sometimes
smacks for staying out of touch for too long.
            When everyone had been greeted and settled in, they sat down to a
family meal.  Stiles, Jordan, Melissa and Chris had been cooking for days to be
sure they could feed the entire pack with left-overs to spare.  There was roast
beef, pasta, roasted chickens, tamales, vegetables and potatoes enough to feed
a pack of adult werewolves and their growing children.  Derek toasted everyone,
thanking them for coming to celebrate the children’s first run and the Hales’
first moon celebration since the fire.  He was proud to be the father of such
strong and wonderful children and honored to be the alpha of this pack.  He
went on thanking and praising the pack for a few minutes before he had Stiles
in tears. 
Stiles cried at Derek’s speech because it was lovely and his husband was not
one for words, so that made each one he spoke doubly beautiful.  He wasn’t the
only one brought to tears though; John, Peter and even the unflappable Chris
were all seen wiping their eyes.
            After dinner, dessert, cleanup, and a little relaxation for the
adults with coffee or wine, the whole of the pack moved out into the back yard
to prepare for their run.  Laura, Scott, Erica and Danny all volunteered to
shift, but stay in the yard with the humans and children who were too young to
run with the pack.  Stiles, Chris and John were among the humans who chose to
run.  For Chris and Stiles, they wouldn’t miss their children’s first run and
for John, well he was a proud pop-pop and hadn’t missed any of his
grandchildren’s firsts.
            Laura and Derek disrobed and shifted into their full wolf forms,
then Peter and the rest of the pack followed suit.  Derek watched on bursting
with pride as his babies shifted into their beta forms, followed by their
cousins Mikey and Sammy, who were also making their first pack run.  Kennedy
and Karson, who had been running with the pack for the past two years also made
the shift and planned to run with their young cousins for the first time. 
            When everyone was shifted, Derek nuzzled each of the five first
timers and raised his muzzle to the moon and howled loud and long.  The pack
met Derek’s voice in their wolf-song, and soon they were off running through
the woods together. 
            Derek kept his pace fairly sedate for his mate and the other humans
running with them.  He chased and nipped after all three of his children,
chuffing happily and feeling a contentment he’d never thought he feel again. 
His family—his pack—was whole and hale and in his heart he knew his old pack
was still there, watching over them, running with them.  He hoped they felt a
pride for him the same as he felt for his pack.  It had taken a lot of strife
and too much loss, but the Hale pack was back to the way they had been before
the fire, the way they were always meant to be.  And this Long Night’s Moon was
the first of many Hale pack celebrations to come.
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