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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Laura_Hale/Lydia_Martin, Allison_Argent/
      Isaac_Lahey/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent, Isaac_Lahey,
      Lydia_Martin, Jackson_Whittemore, Matt_Daehler, Jennifer_Blake
  Additional Tags:
      Not_Canon_Compliant, Not_Beta_Read, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha
      Derek, Omega_Stiles_Stilinski, Attempted_Sexual_Assault, Minor_Violence,
      Angst, Fluff, Smut, Pining, Awkward_Flirting, Alternate_Universe_-
      Werewolves_Are_Known, Scenting, Scent_Marking, Boys_Kissing, Possessive
      Behavior, Grinding, Oral_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Loss_of
      Virginity, Knotting
  Series:
      Part 4 of Sterek_Explorations, Part 2 of Designations
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-16 Words: 6870
****** Scent Trials ******
by Thatbookishgirl
Summary
     Stiles is am omega with a seemingly off-putting scent and was
     convinced he would be alone as no one found him remotely appealing.
     He finds out the head alpha of their territory, Derek Hale, is
     holding a scent trial to find a compatible omega. Stiles has to go
     along with it despite knowing he won;t be chosen. It would just be
     another rejection. But he can't even begin to predict how the day
     will go.
                He didn’t want to do this. He reallydidn’t want to do this. But
the Hale Alpha, who he had only seen in passing a few times, wanted to fall
back on older traditions to find a mate. Over the past few decades, when high
ranking alphas, like the Hales, wanted to mate they would attend scent trials
to find someone compatible. The chosen omega, or occasional beta, would then be
claimed by the alpha. The practice was…less than ideal and not really in
practice any more. Now, most would make connections through families and they
would court before agreeing to be mates. That was how non-high ranking people
found mates. Though, he supposed his parents found each other by smell. His dad
apparently sniffed out his mom at a late-night diner. She was studying with
some friends and as soon as he stepped inside she stole all his attention. He
literally stumbled over his feet to land on the floor. She giggled at him and
he offered to buy her waffles. The Hale alpha, Derek…he had disregarded the
power of scent and his instinct before. And it had cost him dearly. That beta
woman turned his entire world on it’s head and he didn’t question his instincts
after that. After the prompting of his only surviving relatives, Laura, Peter,
and Cora, he opted for a scent trial.  
It’s not like Stiles was worried about being picked – he was positive he
wouldn’t be. Most alphas complained that he smelled acrid or synthetic or just
bitter. He was sure his ADHD medication was partially to blame, but he also
knew his natural scent was probably not desirable. The main reasons he was
opposed to this was because he knew that any omega picked would likely be
coerced or outright forced to mate with the alpha who chose them, per the old
ways. He also wasn’t looking forward to the humiliation of being presented like
a piece of meat. He was sure Jackson and some of the others would leer and pick
on him after he was rejected and had to rejoin his peers. He wished he could
just send in some sweaty shirt with a note that read ‘see? I smell like garbage
and you shouldn’t make me go to this stupid, old ritual.’   
“When will it happen?” Scott asked him as they left the school grounds with
Allison and Isaac.
“Ugh, tomorrow. I have to go meet with all the others they rounded up. Heather
is fucking terrified,” Stiles lamented. Heather was an omega with an omega
girlfriend. She was afraid she was going to get picked and be forced to mate
with an alpha despite her orientation. It used to happen before legislation
made same-sex marriage legal a few years before.
“I can imagine she is,” Allison frowned. Allison was a beta and in a triad with
Scott, an alpha, and Isaac, another omega. Because he was mated to Scott he was
exempt from the trial.
“Are they doing it with all of you in one big room and he just walks around and
sniffs?” Isaac wondered.
“Nah. Apparently, he will be in a room alone and we will go in one at a time to
be scented individually. I guess it promises for a cleaner appraisal or
whatever. No scents overpowering another. I go at like 9:30am,” he grumbled.
“That’s too early for you,” Scott snorted.
“You’re tellin’ me,” Stiles sighed.
“How does your dad feel about it? He actually knows Derek, right?” Allison
pressed.
“He said he wasn’t surprised. Not really. After that stuff with your aunt he
got super closed off. But my dad thinks he’s a nice guy and thinks whatever
omega he picks won’t have anything to worry about. Which isn’t super reassuring
but it’ll have to do,” Stiles shrugged and Isaac was pressed up against his
side. The blonde was rubbing his cheek against Stiles’ shoulder and trying to
soothe his nerves. Isaac was always fairly sensitive to the emotions of others.
Stiles was sure his scent was even more bitter with apprehension flooding his
body. Scott was soon behind him and pressing a hand to the back of his neck.
They were trying to calm him, but he knew that it wouldn’t come until
everything was over.
When they rounded the corner going towards the parking lot they saw a small
crowd. There looked to be close to 2 dozen people circled around someone or
something. They people parted some and Stiles could see one Derek Hale and
Laura Hale. They were walking towards the front entrance, Laura laughing about
something and Derek looking as stoic as every time Stiles had ever seen him.
“Well, at least he’ll be the most attractive alpha to ever reject me,” Stiles
half-joked.
“Stiles, just because you don’t smell good to Scott or half the alphas in this
town doesn’t mean you don’t have a mate out there somewhere,” Isaac chirped.
Allison smiled at him and stood up to kiss him.
“Why do you think he’s here?” Scott asked.
“Probably picking up Cora,” Allison shrugged.
“We should get a move on. Melissa will be mad if we’re late for dinner again,”
Isaac reminded.
“You guys go. Be an adorable family unit. I need to get home and hide the bacon
I’m sure my dad bought when he went to the store today,” Stile chuckled. The
three waved and walked off to Allison’s car, driving away soon after. Stiles
was meandering a bit. Delaying the inevitable. His jeep was all the way at the
end of the lot. Everyone had mostly dispersed and there were hardly any people
left in the lot. He passed a black truck when the door swung open and knocked
him down. He hit the pavement hard and winced. He braced his hand on the side
of the car and started to stand up, only to be shoved back down.
“Ah, Stilinski. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time,” he heard hissed
above him. Glancing up, Stiles realized it was Matt. Matt fucking Daehler, who
seemed to have it out for Stiles and he had no idea why.
“God damnit, what do you even want, man,” Stiles huffed.
“Just trying to kill some time, omega,” he leered. Stiles flinched back at the
tone. When Matt first moved to Beacon Hills 2 years prior he seemed nice enough
and even appeared to like Stiles. He was kind to Stiles and sat with him at
lunch when Scott was otherwise occupied. But then he got…brazen. Matt came up
behind him in the hall one day and just scented the back of his neck. Then he
leaned in and said ‘you don’t exactly smell like flowers, but I bet you’d feel
good.’ Stiles was disgusted and took off. He told Scott and Allison, even
Danny, who created a human wall around him until Matt, more or less, backed
off. He hadn’t been in Stiles’ space anymore, but he resorted to regular
bullying.
“Christ. Leave me alone,” Stiles groaned and tried to stand again.
“I dunno. Seems like I should stick around. See, I know when your next heat is.
A little over a week from now. I bet, if I find you at the right time, we could
have a lot of fun. I know you don’t have an alpha,” Matt crouched and reached
out to touch Stiles’ chin. Stiles slapped his hand away and growled. Matt,
however, growled louder in response and pushed Stiles hard and moved to pin his
hips.
“Get off!” Stiles shouted.
“That’s the plan,” his eyes briefly flashed. His omega instincts wanted him to
submit, but he had a clear head and just wanted to be far away. He threw up his
elbow and got Matt in the nose. Matt started bleeding right away and clawed
Stiles across the chest. Stiles cried out.
“You bitch,” he hissed and grabbed Stiles’ wrists.
“Stop! Fuck – let go!” Stiles was frantic. Before Matt could do anything else
there was a roar behind them. Matt stiffened and suddenly was flung back.
Stiles looked up to see Derek Hale shoving Matt hard to the ground.
“What about his very clear demand to ‘stop’ did you not quite understand?”
Derek was half-shifted and only an inch from Matt’s face.
“He’s just – just an omega. He was mouthing off,” Matt attempted.
“That doesn’t give you permission,” he snarled at Matt’s answer. Stiles was
clutching his chest and curled into the side of the car. Laura was hovering
over the scene and stepped towards Stiles, her hand rubbing tiny circle on his
back.
“I – he – “
“Enough,” Derek snapped, “You go near him or any omega again I will have you
cast out of this territory. My territory. Do you understand?”
“Yes, alpha,” Matt managed. Derek reluctantly let go and Matt scrambled away.
He turned to see Laura soothing the scared omega and paused. Laura was a beta
and could easily help calm the boy. Derek might make him more on edge. He
shifted back and took a tentative step forward. Stiles tensed up again and
Laura stopped moving. Derek’s nostrils flared and his eyes flashed for a
second. Stiles’ eyes widened and he started moving away from them on his heels.
“I – um. I need to go,” he breathed out and bolted to his jeep. Derek and Laura
watched it peel out of the lot.
“Who was that?” Derek asked quietly.
“Stiles Stilinski,” Laura replied.
“Is he ok?” he continued.
“He will be. Cora has mentioned him before. He’s nice and weird, mostly. He
only had some superficial wounds,” Laura tilted her head, watching her
brother’s face as he mulled over that information.
“His – I…lets go home,” he shook his head and Laura just pursed her lips.
 
Stiles was knocking on Lydia’s front door and holding his jacket tight over his
chest. She opened the door and her eyes widened quickly. She wretched his hands
apart and saw the marks on his sternum and furrowed her brow.
“Get in here,” she pulled him inside and wrapped her arms around him right
away.
“I’ll be ok, Lyds,” Stiles mumbled into her hair.
“I know you will be. But this needs to stop. I’m going to demand the Hales do
something about this,” she was guiding him to the bathroom so she could clean
and dress his scratches.
“No need. Derek and Laura showed up and stopped it. He told Matt that he would
kick him out of the territory if he bothered me or any other omega again,” he
revealed.
“Oh, that’s lucky. I was wondering why you smelled a bit like Laura,” Lydia cut
his shirt away and frowned as she cleaned away all the dried blood.
“She was trying to calm me down,” Stiles sighed.
“She’s good at that,” Lydia smirked. Lydia and Laura had been flirting with
each other for years, both betas and both fierce. They kept this dalliance to
themselves and were letting it play out to a painfully slow degree. Stiles had
secondary blue balls from it. The next few minutes were quiet as Lydia worked.
Afterwards, they piled onto her couch, his head in her lap, as they watched a
movie. Stiles was just tired, the adrenaline having faded and the stress of the
day weighing him down. She was stroking his hair until he fell asleep. He
twitched in his sleep as Lydia struggled to keep his body calm. A strong and
caring alpha could take his tension away and make him feel safe. If he didn’t
spend so much of his time alone he might be better at this. But his mom died
and his dad was always at work. So, Stiles got by…barely.
She knew she should probably wake him up and send him home, but she couldn’t
bring herself to wake him. She could let him stay the night and wake him an
hour before the trial. It wasn’t as if he needed to prepare beyond taking a
shower and wearing clean clothes, he’d probably be shirtless during the trial
anyway. She knew that Derek was going to rely on smell alone and would more
than likely be blind folded as omegas were brought into the room. He’d scent
them and they’d scent him and they’d go from there. Stiles had no desire to be
picked, not really. He was so certain he wouldn’t be. Lydia just wanted him to
be safe and happy. He whimpered into her lap and she pulled a blanket over him
as she relaxed into the cushions.
                                  0o0o0o0o0o0
Lydia had driven him to the trial that morning. He showered at hers, using
scent-neutral soap so as not to mask his natural smell. He wore a loose t-shirt
with the Captain America shield on it and slim-fit jeans. He was bouncing on
his heels and nervously chewing on his thumb. Lydia accompanied him into the
building, some omegas were waiting outside while others were being processed
with officials. There were about 10 or so there. They each had scheduled slots,
Stiles’ having one of the earlier ones. However, if Derek found an omega, the
other slots would all be cancelled and no one else would need to go through the
trial. As Stiles and Lydia walked through the lobby of the building they saw
Heather practically sprinting towards them, her facing breaking out in a huge
grin.
“Stiles!” she squealed.
“Heather? You seem happy. Can I assume he thought you smelled icky?” Stiles
snickered.
“He didn’t even bother scenting me. Not really. He said he could ‘smell my
utter disgust’,” she mocked, “He doesn’t want an omega who doesn’t want him.”
“That’s – wow,” Stiles gaped.
“I told you he’s not bad. He’s not some barbarian,” Lydia nudged him.
“Well, at least he’ll be nice about me not smelling too hot,” he shrugged and
fiddled with his pockets. Lydia and Heather both rolled their eyes.
“Stilinski, My – M…Stilinski!?” a man called out. Stiles just stared at him and
walked forward without much consideration.
“You can just call me Stiles,” he informed the man with the clipboard, “I know
my name is a little whacky and a bit of a tongue twister.”
“Well,” the man looked him over and took a deep breath through his nose, it
wrinkled as he took in Stiles’ scent, “I don’t suppose it will matter too
much.” That was a reaction Stiles was fairly used to. The man was definitely an
alpha and just another in a long line of all the ones who rejected him by scent
alone. Stiles just rolled his eyes.
“Instructions; you will remove your shoes, sock and shirt. You will enter the
room and wait for him to address you. He will approach you and scent you first,
or ask that you scent him. After he is done he will send you out and call in
the next omega. Understand?” he droned.
“Sir, yes, sir,” Stiles gave a mock salute and started removing the mentioned
items. He set them down outside the door and waited. He was working himself up
again, getting nervous. He knew he’d just be turned away again, but this was in
an official capacity. It would just solidify his status as an unworthy and
undesirable omega. The only silver lining he could think of was not having to
worry about bending to the whim of an alpha. But it also meant he would always
be a bit vulnerable to people like Matt. The doors opened and fellow student
Jennifer Blake stepped out. She looked angry.
“I understand that you were rejected,” the man stared.
“Yes,” she snarled. She turned and eyes Stiles before scoffing, “He’s just
going to reject you too. Don’t even bother going in.”
“I wouldn’t if he wasn’t so deadest on this weird Cinderella storyline,” Stiles
snorted.
“Ugh,” Jennifer rolled her eyes and stomped off. Stiles watched her go and was
a bit surprised. She was a highly sought after omega; beautiful and
intelligent, plus she apparently smelled like flowers. Not that omegas could
scent others in the same way.
“You can go in now,” the man interrupted his thought process. Stiles nodded and
stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. Derek was seated at a
chair towards the back of the room. He did have a blindfold on and looked
pensive. Stiles stood tentatively at the hallway point and waited. Derek’s
nostrils flared and his shoulders lifted. Stiles braced himself for it; the
look of disgust, the wince, the variety of facial expressions he could make
upon taking in the rancid smell that Stiles apparently omitted. Derek was
suddenly directly in front of him and pressed his face into Stiles’ neck. His
entire body tensed and he could feel the hot breath of the alpha against his
skin. He felt pleasure rush through his body and the smell of alpha began to
soak into this flesh. He felt warm and calloused hands settled on his waist, a
very unfamiliar feeling.
“You – you smell – what’s your name,” Derek mumbled against his skin.
“Stiles,” he squeaked. Derek abruptly pulled back and ripped his blindfold off.
Suddenly he was met with bright green eyes.
“You have the prettiest eyes,” he announced.
“What?” Stiles gasped.
“You smell like waffles and cinnamon and rainstorms,” he leaned forward and
soon his and Stiles’ chest were flushed.
“Oh,” he blushed in response.
“How do you not know how perfect you smell?” Derek cocked his head.
“The last alpha to scent me told me I smelled like vinegar,” Stiles looked down
where his feet would’ve been, but he just saw Derek’s broad chest.
“They were wrong,” Derek stated, “You’re the omega from yesterday.” The
scratches on his chest were clear and irritated. One of Derek’s fingers started
trailing over the deepest one and the pain ebbed away as small black lines
traveled up his arm.
“You smell nice too,” Stiles whispered before he swallowed roughly, “Do, uh…are
you going to claim me now?” Derek paused and looked back to his eyes.
“No,” he quirked, “I was going to ask to court you.”
“You are?” Stiles worried his lips. Derek gently grabbed is chin and tugged his
lip from between his teeth.
“I’m very tempted to warn you about biting something I intend to make mine. My
wolf is getting very possessive after only a few breaths of you,” the older man
kept one hand on his face while the other settled on the small of his back,
bringing their hips closer.
“I wanted to thank you – for yesterday. I’m sorry I ran off. I was a bit
scared,” Stiles stammered.
“Its ok. I almost went after you. You – you smelled a bit bitter with fear but
you also smelled like blueberry muffins and you looked so cute,” Derek brushed
his bottom with his thumb, “Wait here.” Derek stepped behind them and opened
the door. He stepped out, grabbed Stiles’ clothes and told the man by the door
that he was not going to be seeing any more omegas. When he turned back he
handed Stiles in clothes. He got dressed quickly and just waited for Derek to
give him a direction or make a request.
“Are you hungry?” Derek asked, before Stiles could even answer his stomach
grumbled. Derek chuckled and gently grabbed Stiles’ hand, leading him out a
side door. There were some people staring, omegas and the people they brought
with them, as they watched Derek and Stiles exit. Some looked really surprised.
Lydia was standing off to the side with Heather and she was giving him a huge
smile, eyes a bit wet.
They approached Derek’s sports car and Stiles stopped. The car was beautiful
and something out of Stiles’ wet dream. He loved his jeep, but if could have
afforded something this lavish then he would have bought it. Of course, his dad
would probably hate it more than the jeep. Worst-case scenario the jeep would
just break down. In a sports car Stiles, would just be reckless. As he eyed it
more he began to consider how much money Derek had. His family was exceedingly
wealthy, owning the bulk of the territory. They had been in control of Beacon
Hills for over a century. It all fell to Derek after the death of his parents.
His uncle Peter would have taken it over if he hadn’t been in a coma for
several years. By the time he woke up, Derek was already an adult and running
it somewhat effectively with his sister Laura. So, he let them keep it and
chose to just advise when asked. He never really wanted to lead, just reap the
benefits that came with leadership.
“This is a really, really nice care,” Stiles commented as he slid into the
passenger’s seat.
“It is. I like it, anyway. Laura hates it. Cora wants to steal it from me,”
Derek smirked.
“Can’t she just afford to buy her own?” Stiles’ cocked an eyebrow.
“We have the money, but I’m not exactly going to give her permission. It’d be
like asking for her to get a million speeding tickets,” he remarked, “So, what
sounds good to you?”
Stiles thought about it. His heat was in a week and he usually began to load up
on carbs leading up to it. When working through heats alone they tended to last
much longer than if there was a partner. He had never had a partner during one
before, never asked any friends to help him. But there was Derek maybe…no, he
didn’t want to think about it. He would. He was sure that evening he would have
many vivid fantasies about Derek knotting him over and over again. Maybe he’d
be gentle and whisper sweet words in his ear. Or he’d be rough and pin his hips
to the bed.
“I feel like you aren’t thinking about food…” Derek mumbled. Stiles blushed
furiously, he forgot that werewolves could smell things like fear, sadness, and
even arousal. Being a human, he didn’t have that particular ability.
“Sorry…my thoughts drifted a bit. Pizza maybe? Or pasta. My heat is in a week
and I usually eat a lot of calories,” as soon as the word ‘heat’ stumbled out
of Stiles’ mouth Derek almost slammed on the brakes.
“I – umm. Pasta. We can get pasta from this place by my loft. It’s really good.
Promise,” he breathed out.
“Sounds good to me,” Stiles was still blushing, “Sorry again…about that. I’m…I
don’t actually have an excuse.”
“Its ok. You smell like honey when you were thinking about…the things I am
definitely going to ask you about later,” he laughed.
“Does it mean something that I always smell like food to you?” Stiles snorted.
“Mmm, definitely,” he winked before they continued towards the restaurant.
Stiles tried desperately not to think about the way he winked or the way his
hands were gripping the steering wheel, but he failed and Derek just shot him
another smile. They parked and entered the place, it was warm and smelled like
heaven as far as Stiles was concerned. The lighting was somewhat dim and it was
almost intimate. The hostess greeted them, and omega girl somewhere in her
early 20s. She gave Derek a predatory look and licked her lips as they
approached. Stiles just shrank a bit, but Derek hooked his arm around Stiles’
waist and pulled their bodies close. The hostess faltered and gave a smile.
“Table for 2?” she asked.
“Yes, please. A booth by the window. Preferably,” he smiled in return and she
took them to their seats. She left them with their menus and left the table.
Stiles already knew he just wanted a giant plate of spaghetti and meatballs
with as much parmesan cheese as they could reasonably give him. Derek rolled
his eyes and ordered the same when the waiter came.
“So, thanks for lunch,” Stiles started.
“Its not something you really have to thank me for,” Derek gave.
“It is though. Its nice. The only person that ever takes me out to dinner or
anything is my dad. My best friends all have mates or partners otherwise. We
haven’t really gone out together since they all paired up,” he shrugged.
“Well, if you allow me to court you, I can assure that we will do this often,”
Derek soothed.
“Yea. About that. Are you sure you want to court someone like me? I have ADHD,
I’m clumsy, I somehow smell good to you and I’m pretty sure that’s a fluke and
I’ll start smelling like old sauerkraut or something any day now,” he rambled.
Derek just gave him a hard look before taking a deep breath and grabbing
Stiles’ hand.
“I don’t care about the ADHD. They have drugs for that and therapy and any
other resource you could need to treat it. And all teenage humans are clumsy,”
he stated, “And you won’t start smelling bad to me. I think I’ve been catching
whiffs of you for a year or so now. I’m lucky you were unmated and came to the
trials. Otherwise I never would’ve known.”  
“But what about someone like Jennifer? I always hear that she smells like
flowers,” he pressed.
“She did smell like flowers,” he rolled his eyes, “She smelled like fake
flowers. The overly strong smelling kind humans use to freshen up the smell of
their homes. Or like a scented candle. I was getting a headache just being in a
confined space with her.”
“Oh,” he furrowed his brow.
“Weres have sensitive senses of smell. Think of everything being amplified to a
certain degree. Which means we can also suss out who would be a compatible mate
and who wouldn’t be,” he explained.
“So we’re just compatible?” Stiles asked.
“We’re more than compatible,” Derek began, but then his phone rang. He pulled
it out of his pocket. When he looked at the screen he tightened his lips for a
second, “I need to take this. I’ll be right back.” He rose from the table and
stepped outside. Stiles waited patiently and fidgeted some. He toyed with the
cloth napkin in his lap.
“Stilinski?” he heard form over his shoulder. He turned to see Jackson walking
in, a smug look on his face.
“Yes, Jackson?” he sighed in annoyance. Jackson was a bit of a bully. Which was
putting it very mildly. As Jackson stepped closer Stiles was assaulted by the
smell of an alpha close to rut. Stiles wrinkled his nose and leaned away from
him.
“Ya know, even close to rut you still smell foul. But I’d be willing to give
you a go. Haven’t had a virgin before. And I know you’re a virgin,” Jackson was
hovering over the table and eyeing Stiles in a way he hadn’t encountered often
but hated it all the same.
“That is very generous of you,” Stiles rolled his eyes, “But I’m sort of on a
date right now. Very nice alpha. Much bigger too.”
“I’m so sure. You paying him to give you his time?” Jackson chuckled darkly,
“I’d do it for free.” He touched his hand to Stiles’ jaw and there was a loud
growl that echoed through the restaurant as soon as contact was made.
“You will take your hand off my mate unless you want me to rip your spine out,”
Derek warned. Jackson removed his hand and turned. As soon as his eyes landed
on Derek they widened almost comically.
“I – I didn’t know,” he started.
“Oh? If he had been alone you still would have pursued despite his protests?”
Derek glared.
“I was just playing around – “
“No you weren’t. You are one of those asshole alphas who think they’re entitled
whenever they’re in rut. Though, and I’m guessing here, you are probably like
that the rest of the time too. You will apologize and leave the premises,” he
demanded.
“Sorry, Stiles,” Jackson pressed and he turned tail. Derek watched him go
before rejoining Stiles at the table.
“You have rescued me twice in two days,” Stiles commented.
“Well, there are a lot of jerks around,” Derek grinned.
“You’re in charge. Couldn’t you just demand they all leave or behave nicely?”
Stiles joked.
“That might be an abuse of my authority. However, I have considered issuing
some policies regarding the treatment of omegas. Cora has been telling me about
some less than savory practices happening around town. Seems like some people
are hardcore traditionalists and have come to resort to acting like animals. I
was given a report of an omega female who was attacked on her college campus.
She was on her way to a heat center when she was cornered. Thankfully, an
officer was nearby and stopped the assault. I’ve ordered that all heat centers
provide escorts to and from for every client should they not have an escort of
their own. The police will provide additional detail near centers. I also read
about some forced claimings over in Utah. You know, where alphas forcibly bite
an omega to become their alpha mate and having complete authority. But you know
how they are in Utah. I want to put statutes in place to prevent someone from
trying that here,” he explained.
“How would protect someone after being forcibly claimed? You know how biology
works. The alphas could just prevent anyone from finding out. Or even control
them from prison,” Stiles added.
“Did you know you can undo claiming bites? Derek informed and Stiles gaped, “In
fact, there’s a small window of time after a bite happens where the body can
just reject it. If someone were able to get to a hospital in time then we could
ensure the bite is rejected. If that window closes there are medications and
rituals that can undo a claim. I would make sure those were provided as well.
Betas divorce from alphas and omegas all the time. It only seems to be alphas
and omegas who have biological mandates. We can use science to advance,” Derek
finished.
“That would be a really good thing, Derek. I mean, I’ve heard so many horror
stories. Sorta glad that no one but you thinks I smell good,” he frowned.
“You do know you’re really cute too, right?” Derek leaned forward on the table.
Stiles blushed again and their food was arriving. Over food they talked about a
whole number of things. He learned about what Derek had studied in school;
history and law. Stiles told him how he wanted to go into criminal justice or
forensics. But he also liked so many other subjects he was afraid he would
spread himself  too thin.
“If…if you were my alpha…would I be allowed to go to college?” Stiles asked
quietly. Derek was in charge of the territory and it was unlikely he could
leave for long periods of time, and his dream school was not in Beacon Hills.
It wasn’t even in California.
“Of course you could,” Derek replied with a puzzled expression. Lydia’s own
mother was an omega whose alpha mate wouldn’t let her go to college no matter
how brilliant she was or how many schools she got into. The woman was relieved
when Lydia was born a beta and seemed to inherit all her smarts. She could go
anywhere she wanted.
“Even if it was on the east coast?” Stiles tempted.
“You could go to a school in London if you wanted. If you were my mate it
wouldn’t be like I owned you. Plus, Laura also runs the territory. I’m not
needed 24/7. I can travel,” he soothed.
“But…what about – “
“Your heats? Afraid I wouldn’t come out every 6 weeks for them?” Derek said in
almost a teasing tone. Stiles bit his lip.
“That’s an awful lot of effort to put in for me,” Stiles mumbled.
“How about you let me decide what is too much effort and what’s not,” Derek let
his foot brush up the length of Stiles’ calf. They eventually finished their
meal in a comfortable silence and they left. The sun was close to setting and
Stiles had no idea what to do with himself. Does he go home? Does he call Scott
or Lydia?
“Do you – do you want to come over? We could watch a movie?” Derek tilted his
head and gestured towards his car.
“Oh yea? Would we get all cozy on the couch when you could accidentally let
your hands wander all over my young and supple body?” he scoffed.
“It wouldn’t be accidental,” Derek stared and his eyes looked a bit darker than
before. Stiles swallowed and then nodded. He climbed into the car and drove the
few blocks to Derek’s place. They were quiet on the walk up and Stiles was more
comfortable than he had been expecting to be. His loft was minimalist, one long
couch and a loveseat with a coffee table. There was a television mounted on the
wall with 2 bookshelves on either side. There were stairs leading up to where
he suspected Derek’s bedroom was. Everything was dark blue and cream. He loved
it. Derek toed off his shoes and removed his jacket. Stiles did the same and
stood awkwardly while Derek moved around the place. Candles were lit and
blankets were taken out of a closet. He motioned for Stiles to come closer.
Before sitting on the couch Derek pulled Stiles into his arms, pressing his
face to Stiles’ neck and taking a deep breath. Another shive ran up Stiles’
spine. He let his hands smooth down Derek’s back and fist lightly in his shirt.
Derek’s nose moved up Stiles’ throat until their faces were touching. Stiles
wanted to kiss him, he wanted to know if his lips were soft, if he would like
the way the beard scratched against his chin. Stiles just decided to go for it
and brought his lips to Derek’s. The moment they collided both of them moaned
quietly. Stiles brought his arms up around Derek’s neck and the wolf wrapped
his arms around Stiles’ waist. Stiles breathed in the alpha scent and almost
melted. Derek smelled like lightning and maple syrup and falling leaves in
November.
He tilted his head to get better access and slowly parted his lips. Derek
wasted no time before plunging his tongue into Stiles’ mouth and getting a
taste of him. He could feel Derek’s claws on his hips and loved the way their
tongues moved together. He pressed his body up harder against the firm chest.
He felt Derek walking them backwards until the wall was against his back. He
let Derek push him up against it and suddenly their hips were grinding
together. He could feel Derek slowly get hard, the line on his cock rubbing
against Stiles’ hip. He took a deep breath and pulled back, Derek’s eyes were
red and hungry. Stiles smiled and kissed the wolf’s chin.
“So, that movie,” he managed. Derek pressed his forehead to Stiles’ before
pulling back.
“Yes. Movie,” he sighed.
“Great first kiss though. I’ll leave you an amazing yelp review,” Stiles
snickered. Derek’s eyes shot up to Stiles’ lips then eyes.
“First?” he tested.
“Well, duh. You were the first to actually want any of what I bring to the
table,” he giggled.
“I…like that. Being the first. My wolf very much wants to be the only,” he
revealed.
“Lets get through a movie night and see how he feels about that,” Stiles
dragged Derek towards the couch and they sat. Derek grabbed a control and let
his back rest against the arm of the couch with his legs splayed open. He
motioned of Stiles to sit between them, and he did without much hesitation. He
let his head fall back against Derek’s collar bone and started the film.
 
It was over an hour later when Stiles awoke to a dark room with warm arms
wrapped around him. He remembered he was at Derek’s and they were still on his
couch. He was so comfortable and every muscle in his bone felt like jello.
“You’re awake,” Derek whispered against the shell of his ear.
“Mhmm. Sorry I fell asleep,” he replied sleepily.
“Its ok. I liked having you sleeping here. Means you feel safe with me,” he
held Stiles tighter.
“I do. You’re kind and thoughtful. And super hot,” he smiled into the dark.
“Ridiculous,” Derek breathed and pulled them deeper into the couch. Stile spun
around and turned so his face as on Derek’s chest and he was looking up at
Derek’s face. Derek smiled down at him and kissed the top of his head.
“I like you,” Stiles hummed.
“Good,” he laughed, “I like you too.”
“I don’t want you to claim me,” he muttered, Derek’s face fell, “No! Not right
now. I want you to claim me. But later. After I graduate.” Derek smiled again
and the room began to smell like apple pie.
“I intended to wait anyway,” Derek sighed.
“But I expect all the courting. Lots of kissing. Maybe loads of oral sex until
I throw myself at you and you just can’t resist,” he listed with glee.
“I can be amendable to that,” he smirked and started kissing Stiles’ neck,
licking from his throat to his ear.
“More of that. Yes,” Stiles whimpered. Derek growled lightly in his chest and
tugged Stiles up into his lap. They began to kiss again as hips rolled against
one another. Each kiss got more desperate with each passing second. Stiles felt
like he was going to cum in his pants like the teenager that he was. He wanted
Derek as his boyfriend, partner, alpha, anything.
“You’re going to have to meet my dad before we get more serious,” Stile pulled
back.
“I’m sure John will be fine with it,” he replied before taking Stiles’ earlobe
between his teeth. He didn’t even have the wherewithal to follow up on that and
just relaxed into the feeling of Derek all around him.
 
The next morning, they had breakfast with Stiles’ dad. Derek made his
intentions clear and started courting in a very traditional sense. When his rut
came during Stiles heat the next week he slaughtered a deer and left it on
Stiles’ porch. Every day. For 6 days. John joked that they had vension for
months. Lydia and Laura teased them both a lot. Derek was proud of Stiles and
announced him to the public as the future alpha-mate. Matt all but disappeared
from BH and Jackson was on his best behavior after that. Stiles got an early
acceptance letter to Harvard, so did Lydia. Derek and Laura were going to have
to work out a visitation schedule since both of their mates would be in the
same place. Stiles and Lydia decided to treat it like the weirdest custody
agreement ever crafted.
 
 
4_Months_Later
                “Stiles. Fuck,” Derek panted as his fingers scratched along
Stiles’ scalp. Stiles was deepthroating Derek like a champ and the wolf was
lost with every swipe and twirl of the boy’s tongue. Derek threw his head back
and tried to keep himself from cuming. They had been doing this for months,
fast and dirty hand jobs or blow jobs until Stiles was ready for have
penetrative sex. During his last heat Derek fingered Stiles’ and fucked him
with a dildo for days. Stiles ended up blowing him most of the time too. It was
wonderful while also torturous. Soon he pulled off with a loud pop.
                “That’s the plan,” he purred. Stile pushed Derek back and moved
to straddle him. He had been fingering himself open the entire time he had been
distracting Derek with his tongue and throat. He grabbed Derek’s cock, lined it
up and sank down without giving Derek any warning.
                “Oh god! Stiles! Wha – “
                “Wanted it. Couldn’t wait anymore,” Stile moaned and rolled his
hips. Derek’s eyes flashed red and he grabbed Stiles’ hips roughly and fucked
up into him. Derek was looking at him like he was the most beautiful thing in
existence, and to Derek he was.
                “Oh, Stiles. Love you. So much,” he managed through each
thrust.
                “Love you too, alpha,” he grinned down and let Derek control
each motion.
                “Gotta – need – Fuck,” Derek’s fangs were elongating and Stiles
barred his neck.
                “Do it,” Stiles pressed their chest together and Derek bit
down. Stiles shouted and came almost immediately. Derek kept his teeth clamped
down and his knot swelled and caught on Stiles’ rim. They were locked together
as Derek finally came hard and fast into Stiles’ tight heat.
                “Mmmm, Derek,” Stiles breathed out and kissed every inch of
bare flesh in front of his face.
                “I can feel our bond forming,” Derek murmured and let his lips
glide along Stiles’ neck and down his chest.
                “Me too. It feels amazing. I feel like I’m becoming whole,”
Stiles turned up Derek’s face to kiss him, “I’m so happy you decided to fall
back on archaic traditions to find a mate.”
                “You’re such a brat,” Derek laughed.
                “Your brat though,” Stiles said against his lips.
                “True. Best brat ever,” he chuckled.
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