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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Sheriff_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Valentine's_Day, Warlocks, Witches, Hostage_Situation, First_Time, Mating
      Cycles/In_Heat, Alpha/Omega, Omega_Stiles_Stilinski, Dubious_Consent,
      Knotting, Self-Lubrication
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-19 Words: 8998
****** Valentine's Day Candy in Aisle Four ******
by linksofmemories
Summary
     “It’s so commercialist, and all it does is bring people down who
     don’t have a special someone.”
     “Basically.”
     “Are you two seriously discussing your hatred of Valentine’s Day when
     a man with a gun is walking around the store?”
Notes
     I blame Jessica for everything. That is my defense. It's Jessica's
     fault. All the blame is on Jessica.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Y’know, there are worse ways to spend the holiday.”
“How exactly?”
“Alone, eating ice-cream in your pajamas, and watching Sleepless in Seattleon
repeat.”
“Sounds like you’ve done that before.”
“Please, I always have a hot date.”
A pause.
“Okay, it’s usually with pizza and video games, but it’s such a stupid holiday
anyway.”
“You can say that again.”
“It’s so commercialist, and all it does is bring people down who don’t have a
special someone.”
“Basically.”
“Are you two seriously discussing your hatred of Valentine’s Day when a man
with a gun is walking around the store?”
Stiles and Derek looked away from each other to see a woman in her mid-40s who
was currently clutching a heart-shaped plushy with a manic look in her eyes.
She was practically hissing at them as she spoke before looking at the other
people in the aisle who all looked terrified.
“Yeah, well, gotta keep entertained while we wait for the cops to get here,”
Stiles shrugged, reaching into the bag of truffles he had taken off of the
shelf behind them.
“This is a hostage situation,” she whisper-shouted.
“Really?” Stiles asked. “I had no idea.”
The woman looked at him incredulously as he unwrapped the truffle and then
popped it into his mouth. He offered the bag to Derek who eyed it skeptically
before shrugging and reaching into the bag.
“You can’t just eat the candy!”
“We’ll pay for it once we’re out of here,” Derek said.
“Or we could claim emotional distress and we’ll get it for free,” Stiles
shrugged.
She gave a scandalized look, clutching the heart plushy tighter and looking at
the other people in the aisle. Clearly she wasn’t too thrilled about being
stuck closest to the two people in the store who wouldn’t shut up. Stiles
didn’t exactly blame her either.
This entire situation was almost comical to what he dealt with on a regular
basis now. It was after school on Valentine’s Day and his dad was working late
at the station, so Stiles thought that he would go by the drugstore and get
something to make for dinner. He had run into Derek in the tiny frozen food
section and before they could even say hello some lunatic with a gun was
herding them all into one aisle.
Said lunatic was at the opposite end of the aisle, pacing back and forth with
the gun shaking in his hands. Stiles had already texted his dad about the
situation and the police were on their way. He wasn’t that concerned. This guy
didn’t look like he wanted to hurt anyone and Stiles doubted that it was even
loaded.
Besides, an Alpha werewolf was sitting next to him and he knew that Derek
wasn’t going to let anyone get hurt.
So, he was just lounging at the end of the aisle eating a bag of milk chocolate
Lindor Truffles and having casual conversation with Derek Hale.
Y’know, just another day.
“I can hear sirens,” Derek said.
“That’s good,” Stiles said. “Because I’m hungry and chocolate isn’t exactly
that filling and for some reason I don’t think that our captor is going to let
me go to the chip aisle for some snacks.”
“Probably not,” Derek said, looking behind them.
He took something off the shelf and dropped it in Stiles’ lap. It was
Valentine’s trail mix and Stiles was pretty positive that tiny pretzels might
help his hunger. He shrugged, opening the bag and avoiding the pink M&Ms and
marshmallows.
The woman across from them was looking even more forlorn by the second.
“What is wrong with you two?”
“Worse things have happened,” Derek shrugged, taking another truffle. “The
police are on their way and we’ll be fine.”
She was still looking at them like she couldn’t believe what they were saying.
Other people in the aisle were starting to look at them as well. Expressions
ranged from confused to terrified, but Stiles didn’t let it affect him. He had
seen a lot worse things than a lunatic with a gun, so this really was no big
deal.
Derek could probably just take the guy down, but he didn’t want to show
everyone that he was a werewolf or was practically invincible. He was a pretty
patient guy too, so he seemed content to just wait it all out with Stiles.
Things were just fine.
Except that they weren’t.
Crazy gunman had a friend; because of course he had a friend. One of the men
who had been sitting in the aisle stood up and started walking toward Stiles’
end of the aisle. He took a gun out of his jacket pocket and gave a pointed
look to Derek.
“If you can’t shut your mate up, I’m gonna have to,” he said, gesturing toward
his gun.
Derek just nodded in agreement before looking at Stiles and rolling his eyes.
Stiles tried to keep in a laugh. The woman across from them looked like she was
about to pass about and Stiles hoped for her sake that she did. It’d probably
be better for her to faint and then wake up when all of this was over.
There were two guys instead of one now, no big deal. The second guy looked a
lot more confident than the first, no big deal. He also thought that Stiles
could be Derek’s mate, consider him flattered.
Wait.
He had said “mate” and not in a British sort of way.
And—oh shit.
Seriously? He had to deal with this on Valentine’s Day? He had plans. Plans
that included having the house to himself and video games and pizza and a
vibrator that he might have driven two towns over to get.
It was clear by Derek’s face that he had caught the slipup as well. This meant
that these guys were either hunters after Derek or some kind of creature after
Derek. And since they thought that Stiles was Derek’s mate, then they were
probably after him too.
Well wasn’t that just peachy?
They could still make it through this though. Derek had heard sirens just a few
minutes ago and if these were hunters then there was no way they would go
against the police. Everyone in this store was human too. Everything would be
fine.
Gunman #1 who had been pacing nervously at the opposite end of the aisle came
walking toward them. He went to Gunman #2 and whispered something in his ear.
Derek was probably focusing on what they were saying and if it was anything—.
Bad. It had been bad whatever it had been.
Derek was standing up now, shielding the rest of the aisle, fangs and claws out
and his eyes bright red. Gunman #2 laughed, while Gunman #1 took a step
forward. Derek growled, taking a step forward as well.
The entire store was silent and pillow-clutching-lady had finally passed out.
People were huddled together and Stiles felt his stomach drop when he saw a
little girl at the end of the aisle wrapped up in her father’s arms.
“Okay,” Stiles said, holding his hands up and slowly getting to his feet.
“Okay, no one has to get hurt here. The police are on their way and these are
just innocent people—.”
“He’s not innocent,” Gunman #1 said, pointing his gun at Derek.
Stiles’ eyes flickered to Derek who still looked like he was about to pounce
any second.
“Derek hasn’t done anything to you.”
“Listen, kid,” Gunman #2 said. “I don’t care how much you love your mate or how
much you believe his lies or how much you like it when he fucks you, he’s a
monster.”
“No, he’s not,” Stiles said, placing a hand on Derek’s shoulder. “He’s… a good
person, just a little grumpy. And he’s not putting anyone in danger right now.
You two are putting people in danger. There are humans in this aisle who have
no idea what’s going on. Don’t hunters have a code? Keep me and Derek, but let
the people go.”
That got him a loud laugh. Derek stood up straight, fangs and claws gone, but
eyes still red. “They’re not hunters, Stiles.”
“Then what are—?”
He got his answer when Derek crumpled to the ground next to him, clutching his
head and blood streaming from his nose. Stiles crouched down next to him,
placing his hands on his shoulders and trying to get Derek to look at him.
“Witches,” Derek grounded out.
“We prefer ‘warlocks’,” Gunman Warlock #2 said, putting his gun back in his
jacket pocket before looking at the people in the aisle. “And as far as I’m
concerned, it’s every being for itself now. I put a barrier around the store,
police aren’t getting in.”
Seriously, this was shaping up to be such a peachy day.
“But,” Warlock #2 continued. “If you let us kill Alpha Hale, then everyone can
be free.”
“Fine.” “No way!”
Derek and Stiles looked at each other, both looking more than a little annoyed.
Of course Derek would want to give his life so everyone could go free. And it
seemed like a good idea when these were just hunters and Derek had a chance,
but they were warlocks and Derek was probably an easy target for them.
“Stiles, I’m not letting innocent people die.”
“I’m not letting you die.”
“Sweet,” Warlock #1 said. “I didn’t think they were actually mates at first,
but I believe it now. The mark seemed fake, but this looks more real.”
“Mark?” Stiles asked. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t listen to him,” Derek said, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his
jacket and standing up. “Do whatever you want with me, just don’t hurt Stiles
or any of these people.”
“Dammit, Derek,” Stiles said, putting himself between Derek and the warlocks.
“I’m not letting you sacrifice yourself because some assholes have a grudge
against you.”
That only got him more laughter from the warlocks. It felt like everything he
said made them laugh or look at him like he was even more of an idiot than they
initially thought. It was getting old, but Stiles didn’t want to test them too
much. If they could bring Derek to his knees without even saying anything then
he could only imagine what they would do with him.
“He’s a bossy one,” Warlock #2 said. “I bet he’s only like this outside of your
bed though, isn’t he Hale? I can see him begging for it like a little bitch. He
probably spreads his legs so easily, gets wet so quickly. Maybe after we kill
you I can have him underneath me for a change.”
Now that was just inappropriate.
Stiles felt his face heat up and he knew it was stupid to get upset when he and
Derek had never even had sex before. And completely unfair since he had never
even gotten the chance to know what he was like in bed. Great, now he was
thinking about having sex with Derek (which wasn’t exactly an uncommon thought
to him lately).
Wait. Did he just imply that if they killed Derek, he would rape him? Because
that was just—.
“You’re not going to touch him,” Derek said, grabbing Stiles’ arm and pulling
him back.
“We’ll see about that,” Warlock #2 said. “We’re going to give you an hour,
Hale. Figure out how to keep these people safe if they’re really that
important. And I wouldn’t let your mate out of your sight if I were you. This
is probably the last hour you have with him, you should make it count.”
They were gone then, vanished right out of thin air. Stiles took out his phone
and set an alarm for one hour. There was no way they were just going to sit
around and wait for them to come to kill them. They were going to get out of
here and they only had one hour to do it.
“Are you okay?” Derek asked, placing a hand on Stiles’ shoulder.
“Yeah,” Stiles said. “You look like shit though. We should get you cleaned up.”
“Later,” Derek said, looking at the people all huddled toward the end of the
aisle. “We need to find a way to get them out of here.”
“We have an hour,” Stiles said. “And to get them out of here they need to
cooperate and to cooperate they’re going to need to trust us. They just saw you
wolf-out and your face is covered in blood. Getting you cleaned up is going to
take five minutes.”
Derek looked skeptical but Stiles just grabbed his forearm, tugging him toward
the restrooms. They walked through the store, looking down every aisle just to
make sure no warlocks were still hiding. The store was empty though, eerily
quiet.
Once they entered the restroom Stiles grabbed a fist of paper towels before
turning on the sink and waiting for the water to get warm. He sat up on the
counter, looking to Derek. Derek was shrugging off his jacket and placing it on
the counter before sliding his shirt over his head. His chest was splattered in
blood along with his face and neck, but that in no way detracted from Derek’s…
everything.
“Stiles.”
“Yeah?” Stiles said, prying his eyes from Derek’s glorious chest and up to his
face.
“The water’s steaming,” Derek said, nodding toward the sink. “I think it’s warm
enough.”
“Oh, right,” Stiles said, turning on the cold water as well to balance it out.
Once the water was lukewarm, he damped the paper towels. Derek sat down on the
counter next to him and looked at him expectantly. Stiles handed him the paper
towels, but Derek just took his wrist, bringing Stiles’ hand to his chest.
And, okay, if that’s how Derek wanted to do this.
“So,” Stiles said. “Why did they think I was your mate?”
“Seriously?” Derek asked. “You want to talk about that when we have less than
an hour to figure out how to get those people out of here?”
“Yes,” Stiles said, continuing to wash Derek’s chest. “Because as soon as we
get out of here you’re going to shut me out and never answer. Why does he think
we’re mates?”
“I trust you,” Derek said. “I’m open around you. I’m relaxed around you.”
“So?” Stiles shrugged, trying desperately to ignore how Derek’s nipple hardened
under the paper towels. “You’re like that around the pack.”
“I’m aroused around you.”
There was a loud plopping noise as the paper towels fell from his hand and onto
the tile floor. He looked at Derek to see if he was making fun of him or trying
to get potential blackmail material. All he saw was Derek, confident and smug
Derek.
“I also marked you, as they said.”
“Did you pee on me when I slept?”
“What?” Derek asked. “Stiles, that’s not what marking is.”
“Well how am I supposed to know?” Stiles asked. “I didn’t even know you liked
me!”
“You’ve read the bestiary.”
“There were like 50 pages on werewolves.”
“You’ve read it all though.”
“I skimmed through the mates section.”
“No you didn’t.”
Okay, no, he didn’t. He had made flashcards and quizzed himself to make sure he
remembered everything. It had been a lot to take in and there had been graphic
images and some things scarred him for life.
“Tell me about an Alpha’s mate,” Derek said.
“No,” Stiles said. “We should get back out there. Those people are—.”
“Scared, but safe,” Derek said. “I would know if anything happened. Besides,
you’re the one who wanted to talk about this.”
“Not anymore I don’t,” Stiles said, shaking his head. “I want to go out there
and help those people, not talk to you about—.”
“Stiles,” Derek said, his teeth gritted. “Tell me.”
And, God, that was new. The feeling that he needed to obey.
“Fine,” Stiles said. “When an Alpha finally has an established pack and there
aren’t any foreseeable threats, he or she looks for a mate if they don’t
already have one. They put a mark on each potential candidate that only other
supernatural creatures can sense and that’s why Scott has been looking at me
weird lately.”
“Right,” Derek said, nodding. “I did it a couple weeks ago.”
“Weeks?” Stiles asked. “I’ve had this mark on me for weeks and you never told
me?”
“It’s invisible to humans, Stiles, it’s—.”
“No,” Stiles said. “No, you don’t get to try and justify yourself. You marked
me like a dog pees on a fucking tree. You declared your territory and you
didn’t even ask me first.”
“Stiles, I see the way you look at me, the way you smell when you’re around me,
how content you are when we’re just talking—.”
“So?” Stiles said. “I’m attracted to you and I like you and I’m happy it’s
mutual, but-but, dammit, Derek. That doesn’t give you permission to do that.
Consent is when I voice it, not when my 16 year-old hormonal body thinks you’re
hot.”
He got off the counter, picking up the wad of paper towels from the floor and
throwing it in the trashcan. Derek was still sitting there, watching him and he
tried to ignore it. God, he tried to ignore the way he just knew Derek was
watching every move he made.
“I’m sorry,” Derek said. “I only did it to ward off other Alphas, other
creatures. It wouldn’t keep away any humans.”
“What?” Stiles asked.
“If you wanted to have sex or date any humans you could,” Derek said. “I
wouldn’t have done anything. I wasn’t going to do anything until you were 18.
I’m just trying to keep you safe. You’re right though; I should have asked you.
I’m sorry.”
“But what about the other people you’ve marked?”
“What other people?”
“According to the bestiary, Alphas usually mark more than one,” Stiles said.
“Have you put this much thought into how you want it to play out with them?”
“Stiles, there’s no one else.”
And oh, okay. That was good, really good actually. He didn’t know what he’d do
if Derek wanted other people.
“You’re relieved.”
He was and he wasn’t going to even argue and try to say that he wasn’t. Derek
could pick up on it and he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
Stiles leaned against the restroom door, watching as Derek finished cleaning
himself off before changing back into his shirt and jacket. It felt like a huge
weight had been lifted from his shoulders and now another one was weighing down
on him. He had no idea what this meant for them. What were they? They’d been
friends for a while, but this was something entirely different.
“I’d love to explain everything to you now,” Derek said as if he’d been reading
Stiles’ mind. “But I can’t. I need time and we don’t have that. There are
things that are hard to understand and I don’t expect you to make any decisions
until you’ve had years to think about it.”
Years.
That was way too long. Days? Sure. A week or two? Okay. Month? Pushing it. But,
years? No way.
“Okay,” Stiles said. “Let’s get back out there.”
“Wait.”
And of course waiting translating into Derek cupping his face and kissing him
and Stiles grabbing his shirt and pulling him close.
Because that’s what everyone did when they were supposed to wait.
It was also pressing Stiles against a wall and plundering his mouth with his
tongue, hands slipping under his shirt and stroking his bare sides and wrapping
an arm around Derek’s neck while his free hand ran through his dark hair and—.
“Was that your first kiss?”
“What?” Stiles asked, feeling dazed as he blinked his eyes open.
“Forget it, I’m being—.”
“Yeah it was, but—.”
“I shouldn’t have done that,” Derek said, backing away from Stiles.
“No, that was good,” Stiles said. “Really good. You shouldn’t have not done
that.”
To prove his point he grabbed Derek’s shirt again, tugging him forward and
slotting their mouths together. Derek let go into the kiss for probably two
seconds before pulling away again.
“Stiles, we really shouldn’t—.”
“No, we should,” Stiles said. “I want to kiss, we should kiss.”
Derek’s mouth twitched upward, crowding Stiles against the wall. “God, you’re
needy.”
And he kind of was, wasn’t he? That was fine though, if it got Derek to kiss
him again.
That would have to be put on hold though because his phone started to ring.
They both just stood there, looking at Stiles’ pocket where his phone was
currently ringing.
“Gonna answer that?”
“I guess,” Stiles sighed, reaching into his pocket and answering. “Hello?”
“Stiles, thank God you’re all right,” his dad said from the other line. “What’s
happening? We can’t get in, it’s like there’s a shield up.”
They were idiots. Stupid, stupid idiots. They had spent so much time in the
bathroom talking about themselves when there were people out there just waiting
to be killed and a barrier blocking anyone from leaving and getting in and two
warlocks were going to kill them and they had a grudge against Derek that he
didn’t even ask about and—.
“Stiles?” his dad said. “Stiles, are you there?”
“Yeah,” Stiles said. “Dad, they’re warlocks.”
“Who’s what?”
“Warlocks, dude witches,” Stiles said. “They’re trapping us in here because
they want Derek dead.”
“Derek’s there?”
“Yeah, we’re trying to figure something out,” Stiles said. “Dad, there are
people in here. We need to calm them down and try to make sure we can at least
defend ourselves. Call Deaton and ask him to come over here, he’ll probably
know something that will help.”
“Stiles, if they want Derek—.”
“No,” Stiles said, already knowing where his father was going with that. “I’m
not going to let them kill my boyfriend.”
“Your what?” the Sheriff and Derek said at the same time.
“Boyfriend.”
Derek looked completely dumbstruck while his dad just sighed. “When you get out
of there the three of us are going to have a talk.”
“You got it,” Stiles said. “I’ll text you to keep you posted.”
“All right,” his dad said. “I’ll call Deaton. Stay safe and don’t get yourself
killed.”
“Roger that,” Stiles said, hanging up.
Derek was still staring at him like he couldn’t believe what had just actually
happened. He opened and closed his mouth before shaking his head. “Why did
you—?”
“You didn’t ask if you could mark me, I didn’t ask if I could call you my
boyfriend,” Stiles shrugged. “Consider us even.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” Stiles nodded. “So, why are these guys after you?”
“No idea,” Derek said. “It might have been something my family did or they
might have the wrong guy.”
“If they have the wrong guy do you think they’ll listen to reason?”
“I doubt that.”
“I was worried you’d say that.”
Stiles turned around, opening the restroom door and heading into the store. It
was still quiet but as he made his way to the Valentine’s Day candy aisle, he
heard people talking. In the aisle everyone was crowded together. Stiles had a
suspicion that they were plotting their escape and if so they had definitely
been left alone for too long.
“Okay,” Stiles said. “So, how is everyone?”
All right, not the smartest thing he’s ever said.
The entire group turned around to face him, looking incredulous and scared. It
made sense that they were scared since Stiles had been one of the people
interacting with the warlocks, but they still needed to trust him. If they
wanted to get out alive they needed to side with someone who knew what they
were up against.
And that person wasn’t Stiles. Stiles had never encountered warlocks or witches
before and he had no idea what he was supposed to do. He looked back at Derek,
pleading silently for him to help.
Derek stepped forward, placing a hand on Stiles’ shoulder before addressing the
group. “I know that you’ve seen things that you don’t understand. And you think
that you’re not going to get out of here alive. But you need to trust us. I
know that that’s asking the impossible since you don’t know anything about us,
but we’re here to help.”
“You’re doing a terrible job by leaving them all alone so you two can you fuck
one more time before you die.”
The entire group of people scattered away from the man with the daughter. He
stood up, holding the little girl’s hand as they smiled at each other. The man
took the woman who had been sitting across from them, still clutching the heart
plushy in her hands, and held her close to him. The little girl let out a high-
pitched giggle.
Warlock #3 and Witch, great.
“Don’t hurt her,” Derek warned.
“And what are you going to do?” the Witch asked.
Derek took a step forward and Warlock #3 snapped the woman’s neck. She crumpled
to the ground and the Witch disappeared. Warlock #3 turned to them, a blank
expression on his face. “You have 30 minutes.”
He was gone as well.
The group was now shaking. Some were crying, some looked like they were going
to pass out, and others looked angry as hell. Stiles’ phone vibrated in his
pocket and he took it out, reading a text from his dad.
Deaton is on his way, says he can get rid of the barrier. The rest of the pack
are on their way and so is Chris Argent. You okay?
Fine.Stiles texted back. He showed his dad’s text to Derek, but he wasn’t even
looking at it.
Derek’s hands were balled up into fists and he was shaking, staring at the
woman’s body on the floor and—they had done that. Not directly, but they might
as well have. If they hadn’t spent so much time talking about themselves, they
could have been out here and they could have spotted Warlock #3 and the Witch.
“That’s my fault,” Derek said.
“Ourfault.”
“No,” Derek said, shaking his head. “That’s on me Stiles.”
“No, it’s on both of us,” Stiles said. “Don’t take this on your own. We’ve done
a shitty job so far and that sucks, but Deaton and the pack and Argent with his
arsenal of guns are on their way. We just have to keep these people safe. Keep
each other safe. Someone died and that’s our fault and we’re going to have to
live with that for the rest of our lives, but we’re going to do it together and
what the hell am I even saying at a time like this?”
Stiles placed his face in his hands, pacing back and forth. He didn’t know what
the hell was coming over him. Someone had just died. He had just seen someone’s
neck break. People were coming to kill them. He could die and all he wanted to
discuss was spending forever with Derek.
He just wanted to talk to Derek and have Derek touch him and he couldn’t think
straight.
“Stiles,” Derek said and just his fucking voice was making him feel warm and
why was this happening when innocent lives were at stake?“Stop thinking about
anything but the situation.”
“Fuck, Derek. I don’t know what’s—.”
“I know,” Derek said and he sounded like he was in pain. “Thirty minutes.
Either that barrier goes down in 30 minutes and we fight these things off with
the pack or we’re stuck in here and we go down fighting. And when the first of
those two options happen, we’re going to talk to your dad and then we are going
to talk about what’s happening to you.”
“Promise?” Stiles asked, his palms starting to sweat and Derek being so close
to him making him almost dizzy.
“Promise,” Derek said, pressing his mouth against Stiles’ temple and did he
just moan?
Judging by the look on Derek’s face he had moaned. Derek had kissed his temple
and he had moaned and oh God, something was seriously wrong with him.
“Hopefully this takes less than 30 minutes,” Derek said before turning back to
the group. “All right. So help is on its way so you won’t be here for much
longer. Right now you all just need to focus on staying calm. I know it’s hard
and that sounds like the least possible thing right now, but it’s important.
You guys are going to leave and the rest will be up to us.”
Fuck, Derek was hot when he just took control like that. He had really turned
into a great Alpha, thinking through bad situations, calming people down, being
assertive, giving orders, being in command.
Stiles was pretty sure he moaned again. He seriously wanted to know what was
happening. Everything was starting to grow warm and right now it was nice,
making him feel drunk and heavy and horny as fuck. But he knew that he was only
going to get even warmer and he didn’t want that to happen. If he got too hot
he would burn and then he would die and—.
“Calm down,” Derek said, placing his hands on Stiles’ face and bringing their
foreheads together. “Stop thinking about whatever you’re thinking about. Clear
your head, Stiles.”
His mind did begin to clear. He didn’t know if it was Derek touching him or his
words, but the haze was starting to lift. Stiles still felt warm and heavy, but
at least he could think. Derek’s eyes were red and he looked so frustrated.
“Derek, what’s happening to me?” he asked.
“I’ll tell you later.”
“Tell me now,” Stiles said. “Please, Derek.”
“I can’t,” Derek said. “You’ll freak out and that’s the last thing we need
right now.”
“Worse than me feeling like I can’t move?” Stiles asked. “I’m so heavy and warm
and fuck, you’re so hot.”
Derek looked like he was in pain and that wasn’t good. He didn’t want Derek to
be in pain. That was one of the things in life he never wanted to see. He
wanted to see Derek happy and enjoying himself and preferably over Stiles with
his hard dick up his ass and—.
“Stiles,” Derek groaned. “You need to stop.”
“What the hell is happening to me?” Stiles asked, grabbing as much of Derek’s
skin as he could, trying to clear his mind even though it was only becoming
foggier. “Derek, tell me.”
“I can’t,” Derek said. “I promise I’ll tell you when this is all over, but
right now I need to calm these people down and I can’t do that when you’re
acting like this.”
“I don’t want to be acting like this,” Stiles said. “I just want to know what
the fuck is going on.”
His phone vibrated in his pocket again and he stepped backward, leaning against
a display of chocolate hearts and tilting his head back. It was his phone. It
had vibrated in his pocket, but it felt like the most amazing thing in the
world.
Stiles stuffed his hand in his pocket, grabbing his phone and giving it to
Derek. He wasn’t capable of reading right now. He wasn’t capable of doing
anything except moaning apparently.
“Everyone’s here,” Derek said. “Deaton’s working on the barrier.”
“That’s good,” Stiles said, licking his lips and nodding. He shrugged off his
jacket and tugged on his t-shirt. “Fuck, it’s hot in here.”
“Um, is he okay?”
Derek turned around and Stiles looked up to see a girl Stiles recognized from
his Biology class. She was looking beyond worried, eyes flickering from Derek
to Stiles.
“He will be,” Derek said.
“He will when I get ahold of him.”
Great. Their friend Warlock #2 was back.
“Even if I’m not a wolf, I can still appreciate that,” he said. “This is only
his second one, right? He’s only 16?”
“Seventeen in less than two months,” Stiles felt the need to point out.
Derek curled a hand around his neck and brought him closer, pulling Stiles’
face into the crook of his neck. He inhaled the smell of Derekand everything
that that entailed.
“I didn’t think I’d be jealous of you, Hale,” Warlock #2 said. “Your pack isn’t
special, your house is a wreck, that pathetic excuse for a loft is a little too
run-down for my tastes, but your mate really is something special. I can only
imagine what he smells like to you right now. I bet he’s drenched.”
Stiles had no idea what the hell this guy was talking about. Clearly he was
drenched in sweat, but there wasn’t really any betting to that. And how he
smelled to Derek? Probably bad considering how much he was sweating.
“What grudge do you have against me?” Derek asked. “What did I ever do to you?”
“You took away the woman I loved.”
“That was probably my uncle,” Derek said. “He’s much more—.”
“No, I saw you with Kate.”
Kate? Who was Kate? And why was Derek with a woman? Derek should only be with
him, this didn’t make any—.
“I saw you two,” Warlock #2 continued. “I watched as you two fucked right in
front of me and you knew I was there, didn’t you?”
“No,” Derek said, his grip on Stiles tightening and claws starting to prick at
Stiles’ skin. “I was with Kate because—she was insane. She tricked me and she
probably tricked you too. Only one of you has killed someone today. You can
still walk away.”
“I’m not walking away from you, Derek Hale,” he said. “Before I kill you I’m
going to beat you. You’re going to bleed and then I’m going to make it so you
can’t move. You’re going to be completely paralyzed, unable to look away as I
fuck your mate right in front of you. Judging by the state he’s in right now,
he’d probably let me. He’d beg for me. And you’re going to have to watch as—.”
There was an arrow sticking between Warlock #2’s eyes. That was good. Now he
could stop talking and hurting Derek.
Flurries of movement were happening around them, but Stiles could only attempt
to follow a few. The people in the store were being ushered out by police
officers. The woman’s body on the floor was being moved. The other two warlocks
and the witch had shown up. Allison had her bow out. Chris had an assault
rifle. Scott, Isaac, Peter, and Boyd were there, all wolfed-out and how were
they going to explain that to the police?
How was any of this making sense? He was heavy and falling and everything was
turning black and—.
“Stiles!”
His eyes were opening, that was good. His dad was staring down at him and he
didn’t look hurt, also good. Scott was off to the side with the rest of the
pack and Derek was close by.
“What happened?”
“You fainted,” his dad said. “And you’re burning up—we need to take you to the
hospital.”
“No,” Deaton said, leaning over Stiles as well. “He needs to be with Derek
right now.”
“What?” the Sheriff asked. “He’s sick, he needs to be with a doctor.”
“Prolonging this is only going to make it worse,” Deaton said. “Derek, you
should take Stiles back to your loft. I’m assuming you know what to do.”
“Yeah,” Derek said, walking toward him.
“I’m not letting him take my son—.”
“John, trust me, a hospital will make him miserable and embarrassed,” Deaton
said. “I’m going to explain what’s happening and in a week, you, Derek, and
Stiles can talk.”
“A week?” John said. “What could possibly take a—.”
“I’ll explain.”
He was being lifted, held close to someone’s warm, broad chest and being
carried away. There were so many questions he had, but right now he was so
foggy. What lasted a week? Who was Kate? What had happened with the warlocks?
What the hell was happening to him?
Someone buckled him into a car seat and within seconds they were driving off.
Someone had drugged him. That was it. He had been drugged. He was going to die,
and they were going to Derek’s loft so he wouldn’t die a virgin. How
thoughtful.
Then why would it last a week.
He would ask the driver (he assumed it was Derek) what was going on, but he
couldn’t open his mouth or move his tongue. He was heavy and hot and he felt
like whatever was happening shouldn’t have been put off this long. This was
wrong. Before he had been able to move and talk, but now he was just dead
weight.
This was it. He was really dying. This was the end.
The car stopped and his door opened. Derek unbuckled his seatbelt and took him
in his arms again. They were going through doors and up steps and down a
hallway and another door opened and then closed and another door opened and he
was being dropped to the floor. Derek was tugging his clothes off and he could
hear water running and he was being moved and water was hitting his back and—.
“Fuck!” he shouted, leaning his hands against the tile in front of him. The
water was freezing, little needles of water pricking against his skin. “Dammit,
Derek. Turn it off.”
“Can’t,” Derek said, stepping into the shower with him, fully clothed. “We
waited too long, the heat was cooking your insides. It was boiling you, slowing
you down.”
“Heat?” Stiles said. “What heat? I’m fuckin’ freezing and I hurt and—oh. Oh
fuck. Derek, what the hell is—?”
“C’mon,” Derek said, wrapping an arm around Stiles’ middle. “You need to come.
Jerk yourself off for me, c’mon.”
That was ridiculous. Everything about this was ridiculous. He didn’t need to
come, he wasn’t even hard.
Except that he was. And it hurt and he didn’t want to jack off in front of
Derek, but did he really have a choice? He wrapped a hand around himself,
groaning and tilting his head back against Derek’s shoulder.
“That’s it,” Derek said, hands clutching his hips. “That’s it, baby, come for
me.”
And with just two strokes he was coming all over his hand, not even feeling his
orgasm. It didn’t feel good or bad, it just cleared him a bit. His body was
still hot, but his mind was clearer.
“Derek,” he said finally, moving away from the older man. “Can you leave me
alone for a minute? Please.”
Derek hesitated, obviously not wanting to be away from him, but nodded. He
kissed the top of Stiles’ head before getting out of the shower and exiting the
bathroom. Stiles turned off the shower, leaning against the tile and…God he had
so many questions, but they would all have to be put on hold, wouldn’t they?
He stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist
since his clothes were in one big sweaty pile on the floor. Before leaving the
bathroom he looked in the mirror at his reflection and fuck, he looked like
sex.
His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were dark and his hair was damp and
sticking up in weird angles and his chest was a light pink and his nipples were
pebbled. And he was hard. This was ridiculous and not happening because he knew
what was happening and it didn’t make any fuckin’ sense.
Stiles stumbled out of the bathroom, towel still around his waist, as he walked
into Derek’s bedroom. He was sitting on the bed, just wearing a pair of boxer
briefs and when he saw Stiles he looked so wrecked.
“I’m in heat,” Stiles said.
“Yeah,” Derek nodded.
“How… No, I know how, I read it in the bestiary, but—,” Stiles said. “I never
agreed to be your mate, I agreed to being a potential mate, I never—.”
“Sometimes sex doesn’t have to seal it,” Derek said. “Sometimes just feeling
something is enough. You memorized the bestiary, you knew the terms, and
somewhere inside of you, you accepted me.”
“But it wasn’t conscious,” Stiles protested. “I don’t want this. Not now
anyway. I want you, but not like this.”
“I’m so sorry, Stiles,” Derek said. “I wish I could—I can leave.”
“What?”
“It’ll be better with your mate, but most omegas go a few heats without
anyone,” Derek said. “If you don’t want me here, then I’ll go. We can talk
after this week; we can work everything out with your dad.”
“No,” Stiles said, grabbing the top of his towel with both hands. “You’re going
to fuck me so that I can think straight and then you’re going to knot me so you
won’t be able to run away and then we’re going to talk about it.”
And then with much gusto that non-heat Stiles would never have, he pulled apart
the towel before dropping it to the floor.
There was maybe a second of embarrassment before Derek stood up, eyes flashing
red as he practically growled at him.
“Really?” he asked. “Because I don’t think that’s how this is going to work.
I’m not going to just fuck you, Stiles. I’m not going to give you that right
now, even though you need it. You may be my mate, but you’re still an Omega.”
There was a part of him that wanted to punch Derek in the face. He was the
Alpha, big whoop, bossing him around wasn’t okay. But that part of him was
being overshadowed by a part that just wanted to obey. He wanted to get on his
knees for Derek, do whatever he wanted and never complain and beg for more. He
wanted to give himself to Derek, wrap himself up in a fucking bow and just give
himself away.
And that terrified him.
Well, it would if Derek wasn’t grabbing his hips and moving him toward the bed
and making him fall to his back.
“Derek,” Stiles breathed, looking up at him as he leaned over him.
“Look at you,” Derek said. “You’re so fucking ready for me, aren’t you? So
ready to take my knot, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Stiles nodded, spreading his legs and grabbing Derek’s arms. “Fuck
yeah, Derek, just—.”
Derek’s mouth crashed against his, their chests pressing together and Derek’s
still-clothed erection against his burning skin. God, he wanted this. He was so
desperate for it he didn’t even know what to do with himself. Stiles just
opened his mouth to Derek, letting him fuck him with his tongue, rutting his
dick against him.
“Fuck, Stiles, you smell so good,” Derek groaned, moving his mouth to Stiles’
neck and nipping at the flushed skin. “I can smell your heat, you arousal, your
desperation, how fuckin’ wet you are.”
Wet? Thinking straight wasn’t exactly a high priority, but he was pretty sure
he wasn’t wet. His erection was leaking, but that wasn’t exactly “wet”. He
shifted on the bed, moving his thighs and—oh. Oh fuck, that was definitely new.
Sweat, pre-cum, and his own slick were soaked into his skin and everything felt
slippery and wet, and God—.
Derek’s fingers were pressing against his opening, not slipping in, just
teasing him there. He groaned, trying to move onto the fingers, but Derek moved
his fingers back.
“Derek,” he groaned. “Please, just—.”
“What Stiles?” he asked, pressing even harder and justslipping the tips of his
fingers inside. “What do you need?”
“You,” he said. “Just get—dammit, Derek—.”
“C’mon, Stiles,” Derek said, leaning up to nip at his earlobe. “Say it.”
“I need you to be inside of me,” Stiles said. “Please, Derek. Just—guh.”
Three of Derek’s broad fingers slipped inside of him and they both let out low
moans. Stiles moved down on the fingers, suddenly overwhelmed for the need for
more, to be fuller. He gripped Derek’s shoulders and brought a leg up around
his waist. Derek’s fingers needed to be deeper, there needed to be more.
“You’re desperate, aren’t you?” Derek mused, sounding so smug and amused and
Stiles didn’t even care because his fingers were crooking just rightinside of
him. “You’ve never been touched before by anyone and now you’re in heat and you
don’t know what to do with yourself.”
His other leg was brought up around Derek, the heels of both of his feet
digging into Derek’s ass, slowly pushing his boxer briefs down. Derek smirked
down at him, adding a fourth finger inside of Stiles and not even moving them,
already knowing that Stiles would move himself.
And he did because he was hard and wet and nothing Derek was doing was making
him any less turned on. He wanted Derek to fuck him, to knot him, to know what
being full really meant. He would let Derek fucking breedhim if that’s what it
took.
“Fuck, Derek,” Stiles groaned, nails digging into Derek’s shoulders and head
leaning back against the pillow. “Please. Stop messing around. I—fuck, I need
you.”
“Need me where?”
He hated him. So much. But at the same time he fucking loved him and he was
going to have to think about that later and oh God, he didn’t even fucking care
anymore.
“Fuck me,” Stiles said. “Knot me. Breed me for fuck’s sake. Just get your dick
insi—mmph.”
Derek’s mouth was pressed against his, not even in a kiss, just pressed there.
There was a ripping noise and the fingers were being taken out of him and his
hips were lifting and then Derek was thrustinginside of him. Their mouths
opened against each other’s, hands clutching each other’s skin and their hips
rocking together.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Derek groaned against his mouth, driving into Stiles
again and again.
Stiles would have said something in return, but his brain had been turned to
mush along with the rest of him. Every slide of Derek’s cock inside of him was
driving him crazy and something like an orgasm was finally starting to well up
inside of him. He raked his fingers against the back of Derek’s head, bringing
their mouths together in something that was more tongue and teeth than anything
else.
Soon Derek’s thrusts were just short, quick jabs, stealing Stiles’ breath from
him and making spots appear in front of his eyes. Derek grabbed his hips,
jabbing into him a few more times before Stiles finally started to feel it. His
knot was catching his rim and Stiles moaned, spreading his legs even more when
Derek finally stayed inside of him. The stretch was practically taking him
apart, it burned and ached in the best ways, sharp pricks of pleasure coursed
through him along with a slow, satisfying burn.
“You want me to breed you?” Derek asked, rocking into him and sending amazing
pressure to his prostate. “Stuff you full of my pups?”
“Yes, God yes, Derek,” Stiles moaned, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck yes, just
keep, keep—oh, God.”
He tilted his throat back, feeling Derek’s mouth on it a second later. His
nails dug into Derek’s back, his entire body quaked. It stretched through him,
didn’t just burst out at once. He couldn’t breathe or think, all he felt was
Derek inside of him and the ridiculous amount of pleasure and the heat
breaking.
His eyes flung open and he was gasping for air just as Derek tucked his head
into the crook of his neck, groaning deeply. Stiles felt Derek coming inside of
him, hot and pounding and seemingly endless. His legs fell to the bed and a
hand came up to finger the locks of Derek’s hair, feeling the older man pant
against his skin.
Derek kept coming and coming and when he finally ended, Stiles felt boneless.
He also felt clear-headed and sticky and tired and they really didn’t pick the
best position for this knotting thing, did they?
Apparently Derek had a solution for that though, gripping Stiles’ hips and
flipping them over. He did it way too fast and Stiles felt light-headed, hands
scrambling to steady himself on Derek’s chest. Stiles looked down, seeing the
wide smile on Derek’s face and unable to stop a smile of his own.
“Hey,” Derek said, lacing their fingers together.
“Hi,” Stiles said. “So, did you really say that you were going to stuff me full
of your pups?”
“Is that really the first thing you want to ask me?”
“Yeah.”
“Yes, I did,” Derek sighed. “You were the one begging for me to breed you.”
“About that,” Stiles winced. “You can’t actually knock me up, can you?”
“No,” Derek said, shaking his head. “If I turned you into a wolf, that’d be
different. You’re still human though.”
Okay. Good to know.
“You were great though,” Derek said, kissing the center of Stiles’ palm.
“Yeah and now I’m sticky and gross and warm and bloated.”
“It was your first heat, they get better.”
“Really?”
“Mhm,” Derek hummed. “My cousin was an Omega and her husband was a Beta. They
looked forward to when she was in heat, said it ‘strengthened their marriage’.”
“And it’s one week a year?”
“Yeah.”
That was do-able. He could manage that.
“And, uh, am I always going to be… wet from now on or just for heats or—?”
“Just for heats.”
“Oh.”
“You sound disappointed.”
“Do you know how much money we would save on lube?”
Derek laughed, sliding his hands up Stiles’ back and pulling him closer. Stiles
lied down on Derek’s chest as best as he could, feeling the tug of Derek’s knot
inside of him.
“That’s it though,” Stiles said. “Just a heat week and during I’m all
lubricated down there?”
“That’s it,” Derek nodded.
“And your knot usually goes down in how long?”
“I haven’t knotted anyone before, but it’s supposed to be around 30 minutes.”
“Thirty minutes,” Stiles said. “Great amount of time for some questions. What
the hell happened today?”
There was a long pause and Stiles rested his chin on Derek’s chest, watching
him think. There was a lot he wanted to know and he knew that Derek was going
to try and give him the most direct answers possible.
“Three warlocks and a witch held us and ten other people captive,” Derek said.
“One died, but the others are all fine. They put up a barrier and Deaton was
able to break through. The pack and Chris and Allison took down all four of
them. Police officers and the captives saw, but Deaton replaced their memories
when it was all over.”
“Replaced their memories?” Stiles asked. “Like in Men in Black?”
“Something like that,” Derek nodded.
“Okay,” Stiles said. “What happened to me?”
This answer took longer for Derek to come up with. Stiles was patient though,
rubbing a thumb against the smooth plane of Derek’s chest, watching his face as
he thought.
“When I told you that I had marked you was when your body started to recognize
me,” Derek said. “You’d already memorized the bestiary, so your body just
needed to give you the okay. It’s like reading the Terms & Agreement when you
install something on your computer. You read the terms and when you found out I
was interested, your body checked the agreement.”
“But no one ever reads the Terms, they just go straight to the Agreement.”
“That’s how it works with most mates,” Derek said. “They get the gist of what
they’re signing up for, agree, and then get the rest later. You read all of the
terms though, you knew everything. So, you started to go into heat. Most Omegas
have their first heat at 15, but since you’re already 16 it caught up to you
too fast. The heat mixed with your panic and stress over the situation caused
for you—.”
“—To act like a drunken idiot,” Stiles finished, groaning and burying his face
into Derek’s chest.
Derek laughed, running a hand through Stiles’ hair. “Anything else?”
Kate. That was a question and Stiles knew Derek was just waiting for him to
ask. But things were good. He was still warm, but satisfied. Derek was smiling
and relaxed and he really didn’t want to bring up anything that would hurt
Derek.
He would ask him about it someday, but this was an entire week where they were
supposed to do nothing but have sex and he really didn’t want to screw that up
by bringing up the past.
“No,” Stiles said, shaking his head. “That’s it. I do know that my dad’s
probably going to kill you though and ground me for life after this.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
“I also know that I want this,” Stiles said. “I know you wanted to wait until I
was 18, but I want you, Derek. I know that I’m already stuck with you, but I
just want you to know that I want this.”
Derek studied him for a few moments, running his hands up and down Stiles’
sides. He brought a hand up, pushing Stiles’ damp hair from his forehead and
rubbing his thumbs in small circles on his scalp.
“I want this too,” Derek said. “It’s not going to be easy, but I want this.”
Stiles smiled and before he say anything Derek was sitting up, hands gripping
his hips. Their foreheads pressed together and they were both just smiling like
idiots.
“Y’know, this is the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had,” Stiles said.
“Better than pizza and video games?”
“Definitely.”
Derek kissed him them, long and slow, tilting his head just how he wanted. He
wrapped his arms around Derek’s shoulders, keeping him close just as Derek’s
knot started to press against him in all sorts of new and interesting ways. He
moaned into the kiss, rocking his hips.
“Ready for round two already?” Derek asked, smirking against his lips.
“Just shut up and stuff me full of puppies.”
End Notes
     As I said in the beginning notes, this is Jessica's fault. All of it.
     Anyway, I think my tags look all right, but if anyone thinks I need
     to add anything just let me know. This is a lot different from what I
     usually write, but I'm kinda proud of it, so I'm keeping it.
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