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AN INTERN FOR AN ALPHA“For the love of Pete, please look up,” Stiles felt the fingers on his chin and allowed his head to be raised. He knew Nick didn’t mean any harm. Beside Stiles knew he had to get his head out of his cell phone and the conversation that was texting back and forth between him and Lydia. He had absolutely no opinion on Prada, thank you very much.So he lifted his eyes higher to a very beautiful woman before him and before he knew it she was sucking on his finger. What the fuck? But then something else caught his eye, just behind her. And he knew his eyes were about to fall out of his head.He wrenched his finger back and pushed past the woman, almost running in his haste. He made a beeline for the dark haired man, wearing glorious stubble and a navy three piece suit. He stalked right up to him and before he’d made any plan to do so, he’d socked him in his gorgeous, chiseled and fantastically stubbled jaw.The other man didn’t even take a step back. Just looked at Stiles, eyes wide open and disbelief writ large on his face.“You fucking asshole, you're fucking alive and here, God damned you, you fucking Sourwolf,” Stiles choked out in a rush, then he gulped as he was pulled into a bone crushing hug. He fisted his hands into the back of the other man’s jacket and just held on. He paid no attention to the people around them. Simply hung on for dear life and let the other man support him. He shivered when he felt a face burrow into his neck and his scent bring drawn in.Finally Stiles let go and was pushed away a little. His face was soon held between strong warm hands and their foreheads were touching before the other man spoke. “Stiles, what are you doing here?”Stiles snorted. “Derek, you left us and left Scott Holier Than Thou McCall in charge. That was a cluster fuck of epic proportions. So, when it got too hard to even function, Dad bought a bus, quit his job, piled us all in and we left Beacon Hills. Eventually we ended up here with me going for an internship with Google. Are you spending all your cash on fast cars and fast women, or something?”Derek gave him his judgy eyebrows of judgement and doom before answering flatly. “I work here Stiles. I run security. Speaking of…”Stiles turned to see a burly man behind him.“You need a hand Mr. Hale?” He asked.“Naw, thanks Jim, this is Stiles, a friend from home.”“If you say so Mr Hale, but if you need anything just let us know okay?” Mr. Muscles, apparently Also known as Jim said giving I’m giving Stiles a wicked looking once over.Stiles swallowed and patted Derek’s chest. “Yeah what he said. Friends from back home.”“You in the habit of punching your friends?” Mr. Muscles asked.Stiles could only blink and shrug. “You’d be surprised,”Derek laughed. A sound that shocked Stiles by how happy it sounded and waved Muscles off. “He means well,” he said to Stiles when they were looking at each other again. “Are you here with some people?”“Ahh, yeah. Yeah I am. My Intern group. They’re over there,” he waved negligently over his shoulder. Not daring to take his eyes off Derek in case he disappeared again.“They would be us,” a slightly nasally voice said from right over Stiles shoulder and Stiles could see a hand reach out to shakes Derek’s in his periphery.Derek took the hand.“Stu buddy, wanna make some introductions?” Nick asked.Stiles jabbed Derek in the abs before he could say a word. “Sure, sure. Everybody this is a good friend of mine from back home Derek. Der, this is everyone. There done.”The slightly narrowed eyes cast at him made him huff. “Fine. Nick. Yoyo. Billy. Neha and Lyle. Happy now?”“Sorta,” Billy said, pursing his lips. “He didn’t call you Stuart. What did he call you? Hmmm?”Stiles rolled his eyes. “Fine whatever. Not like it’s important. My real name is ridiculous and never used. So everyone who knew me just called me Stiles. I picked it. I liked it. But Google needed a proper name. So J chose Stuart. It sounds googley enough. No big.”Derek narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything. Stiles team nodded slowly.“So what do we call you?” Yoyo added shyly.Stiles shrugged. Uncomfortable.“Call him Stuart,” Derek said then pulled Stiles in to his side to whisper in his ear. “You’re Stiles, to family. To pack.”Stiles ducked his head and rubbed his cheek into Derek’s jacket. “Yes Alpha,” he said werewolf soft.“So what are you all doing here anyway?” Derek finally asked.Lyle lifted a hand shyly. “Oh, we’re here, ahh as part of the Google Intern program. I'm their mentor, I guess you'd say. I'm a project manager with Google already. This is my team. We have a few teams, they compete for pride of place and points over a few days. The leading team usually get offers of internship, paid internship, then employment at Google. We’re having a team building night out,” Lyle answered, trying hard not to sound nervous.Derek nodded. “You want to join Google?” He asked Stiles.He shrugged and nodded. “Well you know, coding, research. Computers, games, whats not to like?”Derek nodded again. Then he grinned and looked around. “Anyone else here tonight?”Stiles shook his head. “No, Dad doesn't like more than one of us out of sight at any one time. I'm here so everyone else has to stay where he can keep an eye on them.”“Look, you guys look like you want to catch up. We’ll go over there and get somedrinks.” Billy said already herding his group away from Stiles and Derek.Stiles nodded and waved them off, truthfully he wasn't paying much attention to his group, as much as he knew should have. His attention was lazered in on Derek and now the werewolf was in his sight he was staying there.Derek motioned a waitress over and said something to her while pointing at Stiles’ friends, she smiled and nodded then walked away to the Googlers. “René will look after them for the night. Keep them in drinks and snacks. I told her they were my guests so it'll be on the house. You, ah, you wanna grab a drink?”“Sounds like a great plan to me,” Stiles smiled.“Great,” and Derek grabbed his hand and started pulling him away, quickly pushing him into a small booth and crowding him into the far corner. He drew some curtains around the booth. They didn't hide much but gave them a semblance of privacy even though Derek could still keep an eye on the crowds around them.“Now, tell me what's been happening. How is everyone? Where are you staying?”“Ah, well we're staying at the Motel 6.”“That place is a dump” Derek scowled.“Ha, says the guy who lived in a train car for what, months?”“Shut up,” Derek pushed his shoulder into Stiles and Stiles chuckled.“True, though,” Stiles pushed back.“Anyway, Motel 6 is still a dump. Why don't you just stay with me while you're here” Derek asked shyly.“You serious?” Stiles asked shocked. “Wait before you answer you have to know, ahh, there are a few of us. More than a few.”Derek's brows drew down. “How many?”“Well,” Stiles used his hands and started counting. “Dad and me. Erica, Boyd and Isaac. Lydia and Jackson. Danny and Ethan. Alison and her Dad. Cora and umm, Peter. So that makes,” he counted slowly on his fingers, playing for time. “Thirteen, that makes it thirteen of us.”Derek's scowl was even darker. “That's practically the whole pack. Did anyone stay in Beacon Hills? What the hell happened?”Stiles sighed and slumped back into his seat. “Scott got…he got weird. He was never wrong. Wouldn't listen to anyone. He brought other wolves in. Not bitten wolves, or at least none that he bit. Peter says they're born wolves, they were from from a different pack. It made Peter antsy. It made Erica and Boyd angry. Isaac got withdrawn, like he was before you bit him, remember? Even the Argent's were looking over their shoulders all the time. Finally dad confronted Scott about what was going on. He did the whole sheriff interfering thing and got Scott to confess. He was bringing in another pack and would eventually hand Beacon hills over to them. They sold him some story. Said he'd still be the Alpha of Beacon Hills but he wouldn't be responsible for the whole thing. When dad told us, Peter went ballistic, Dad had to tranq him to keep him from going to make Scott into a pair of fluffy slippers, you knw Peter. Anywayhe idea of handing the territory over to another pack, just like that was agonizing for him. The other betas weren't much better either. Then the next day, Dad turned up with this great big old school bus and piled us all in. We were over the city limits hours later. We’ve been driving around and transforming the bus ever since. That's almost a year ago now.”Derek's face had changed through dozens of emotions. It surprised Stiles. Derek had never displayed so much before. He lifted a hand and ran it over Derek’s cheek softly. Derek shivered under the touch.“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left when I did. I thought Scott could handle it. I thought it was the best thing. I'm sorry it became what it became. I'm sorry Stiles…”“Hey dude, there is nothing for you to be sorry about. This was not your fault. Well your uncle might hate you, but he's still a dick. Don't worry about it. I just wanted you to know where we were at, you know. I call the bus the drama rama, because that's all that happens on it. Google has been peaceful in comparison.” He waved hisphone at Derek. “Lydia has been texting me about Prada, for the past hour. Prada. What the hell would I know about Prada.. She should be asking Jackson not me, but I think they're fighting again. There is no privacy what so ever so no sex in the bus. Also werewolf senses means no sex anywhere near the bus. Chris Argent walks around permanently attached to his rifle. At least he's not loading it with wolfsbane rounds anymore. Once he got on the werewolf protection train he was captain of it. I’ve caught him off by himself crying more than once. It always happens when Boyd and Erica have nightmares. Cause Boyd and Erica still get nightmares about Gerard and that entire ordeal. Isaac is like a little lost puppy. Unwanted and unloved, and he's wanted and loved. Fuck we adore him, but it doesn't get through. My Dad and Peter have been sorta dating, and that's just a mind fuck you know. Of course I didn't even know my Dad swung that way. Danny and Ethan are a thing too and Ethan dotes on Danny, but he's shit scared he’ll hurt him because well werewolf strength and squishy human. Allison is the only non crazy and sometimes I can see her eyes pinwheeling. We are slowly going nuts. Driving from place to place is the only thing keeping us sane, mainly because we have to protect each other. But that can't last. Someone will flip out and then what. Oh Jesus, that, I didn't even consider that. Driving around and living in the bus. We’re isolated and insulated, but that can't last for long, what the fuck do we do? Why the fuck did we come here. Me work at Google? How is that going to help, oh fuck, fuck fuck-” his ranting was cut off by the hand pulling his head into Derek's neck.“Breathe Stiles. Just breathe. Breathe and let me help.” Derek whispered.Stiles breathed, in and out, deep and long until he felt the panic recede. He finally nodded and sat back up. Somehow there were glasses in front of them and Derek placed one in his hand. “Here, drink.” Stiles drank.“Thank you,” he whispered and Derek nodded once.Then the werewolf sucked in a deep breath. “First thing you are going to call your family and send them to the address I'm going to write down for you. The woman there will make everyone comfortable. Second, once I finish here, you are coming home with me. You will not tell any of them I am here. It won't be much of a surprise for the wolves but I want to walk in and judge how they are for myself. Maybe I can help, maybe I can't. But you are not alone in this. Not anymore. If nothing else you can all get some privacy from each other for a while. Now did you say that your Dad and my uncle were dating?”“Yeah, well sort of I mean it's not like they have much privacy you know? Really it sorta sucks. For them and anyone else. Lyds and Jackson don't have any privacy. We've pooled our money to get by, not that its bad, don't get me wrong. Its sorta great. I grew up alone, just with Scott you know. But now I can't turn around without stepping into someone. Seeing someone. I get more alone time at Google than at home, or bus home whatever you wanna call it. We've taken a couple of rooms at the hotel six, because there's no way they'd let us stay together. And there's a little privacy. Not much but some. But it's so weird having a couple of rooms because you know we've been together for so long. You know safety in numbers and for god's sake someone stick something in my mouth to shut me up please!” Stiles finally exclaimed and plastered his hand to his mouth to stop it from running so much. What the hell would Derek think of him? He glanced to Derek to see him looking at Stiles lips and pink showing on his cheeks bones and tips of his ears. Well that was interesting, what was Derek blushing about? What had Stiles said? Stiles lowered his hand and Derek's blush got deeper. Stiles licked his dry lips and the pink became red. Well, really interesting.Derek cleared his throat and stuck a hand outside of the curtains. A second later a waitress came in. “A couple of beers, Monique, please.” Derek ordered.“Certainly Mr. Hale.” She turned and left.“All right so, here's what I'm thinking. You call your family. Yes family. Or maybe pack. And send them to my place. We’ll meet them there. You can all move in for as long as you're here. It'll be fine. I'm not home all that much, so it won't be a bother. You can keep on with the intern program and you won't have to worry about money. My place is better than the six and a hell o a lot safer. No one is going to come hunting for you there. When you all want to leave you can, it's no big deal. I can deal with having my uncle around it'll be fine. I'm pretty sure your father would be more than capable of taking him in hand and making him behave. How did that happen anyway. Just like you, I didn't know your father was even interested in men either.”“Who knows. Sometime I think your uncle just wore him down. He used to flirt with my Dad like crazy. No one took it seriously. But when we were on the bus the flirting changed. Didn't get more intense, but Peter got really considerate. With everyone. He pulled back on the snark and sarcasm. Suddenly dads smiling and laughing, like I haven't see. In years, laughing. And it was Peter making him laugh. And Peter watches what dad eats more than me. He can't get away with anything with a wolf you know?Derek chuckled. “Yeah I do know. We have great noses, but it sucks for anyone trying to hide anything. So how are you dealing with it? Your dad and my uncle? You okay with it?”Stiles shrugged. “Can’t say much about it. I just want dad safe and happy. He's been alone for a long time. Am I comfortable about it being Peter? Probably not, but if he makes Dad happy I'm cool with it. Do I wish that Peter wasn't nuts?, fuck yeah, but he is what he is and he treats dad really well.”Derek nodded. The beer came and Derek handed one over to Stiles, keeping one for himself and took a long drink from it.“Erica, Boyd, Isaac?”Stiles hummed and put the glass down. “They got issues. Nightmares mainly. They have trust issues too. They won’t listen to Peter. They do respect my dad, because everyone respects my dad. They're wary of Chris, since you know his father was a complete psycho who tortured them and Chris didn’t do jack about it. I'm surprised they stuck around but I think they want some stability or family. Closest thing we have to a pack. Scott was horrible with them. Didn't even give them the time of day once you'd left so their issues have issues. Hell all or issues have issues. Since you're asking, none of us are firing on all cylinders, not really. Dad won't let anyone out of sight. Chris and Allison are on high alert twenty- four- seven. Your wolves are candidates for PTSD poster children. Danny is still human but in love with a former alpha pack no longer alpha. When his twin died so did Ethan’s alpha power and all of his crazy. Lydia has a stranglehold on her Banshee because we're in such close quarters, one tiny slip and we are all dead. Cora is actually fine though. Or that’s the impression I get anyway. Jackson is still,” he shrugged, “ Jackson, a douche but he doesn't worry about spreading the cash. Dad stops a lot of the spending. He doesn't want anyone to waste their cash. He knows this can't last forever. We're surviving, but, I'm not sure we’re okay.” Stiles finished in a whisper.Derek nodded, finished his beer and pulled a small notebook out of his pocket. He wrote something on it, ripped the page out and handed it to Stiles before pulling out his own cell phone. Stiles read what was written there. He fished out his cell phone and called his dad’s number.“What’s wrong kid?” His father's voice was rough with sleep.“Hey dad, sorry to wake you. I'm not really sure what time it is.”“That's all right kid. What’s up?”“Dad, I'm gonna text you an address. I want you all to pack our crap and go there as soon as you can. There is gonna be a lady there to meet you. It’s okay. Just go in and get comfortable. I'll meet you there a bit later. By morning at the latest. It’s all good, okay?”“Kid you got me worried now” John said.“No dad really it’s all good, someone I know is just letting us crash there for awhile. You'll see him when he brings me over.”“Yeah kid not really happening. You need me to come get you?”“No God no!” Stiles exclaimed, punching Derek on the shoulder when the other man snickered.“Okay then fine I'll tell you what. You text me the address. We'll pack up and go there, but, we'll stay ready in the bus until you turn up. No arguments,” John's voice was made up.“Sure thing dad. Meet you there,” Stiles sighed defeated. With pursed lips he sent his father the address Derek had written down, then dropped his phone back to the table.“Well, can you actually blame him Stiles? I'd be wary too if my son called me and told me to head to a new address without giving me any more information. Cryptic, thy name is Stiles.” Derek told him through a smile.“Shut up, I just wanted them comfortable. But no. Dad has to think the absolute worse.”“He sorta has reason, doesn't he? Tell you what. I can finish up here in about an hour. That will give them time to get packed and head over there. That way we won't leave them worried for long. I already let Maria know to get a dozen beds ready and to expect company. This will just give her some extra time to things done in.” He dropped an arm over Stiles shoulder. “Don't worry so much. Your dad's being a dad., that’s always something I could trust John to be. It will be fine. Now I've got rounds to make. You can stay in here or find your friends. I'll come get you when I'm ready to leave.”“Isn't this going to put your job in jeopardy?” Stiles asked as Derek got to his feet.Derek grinned back. “It'll be fine.” Then he left the table.Stiles drummed his fingers for a few seconds then spying his fellow interns got up to join them. He had his drink, might as well get his dance on.“Hey!” The exclamation and the fist wrapped in his shirt brought Stiles’ manic flailings, loosely described as dancing, to a sudden halt. He was face to face with a gorilla of a man. Billy and Nick were hanging off his arms. Gorilla shook them off easily, but his fist didn't release Stiles. “You made me spill my drink!” Gorilla growled. His beer breath almost making Stiles gag.“Sorry man didn't mean it. I'll buy you a new one.” Stiles said, patting the guys shoulder placatingly. He didn't want to get into a fight here. His father would have a coronary if he came back bruised. After all these years he knew he could look after himself but still, fighting wasn't his go to resolution.“Don't want your stinking drink. Want you to bleed,” Gorilla slurred pulling back his free hand.Stiles got ready to deflect the punch coming, then long fingers were wrapping themselves around Gorilla's throat and squeezed hard. Stiles found himself free. Gorilla was using both hands to try to stop the choke hold. It didn’t work. The dude’s feet left the floor, while desperately scrabling at the hand around his throat, choking off his air steadily.“I warned you before Max. You don't make trouble in here. You so much as look at someone wrong you deal with me,” Derek's voice was just short of being his wolf growl. It was human, but cold and deadly. He turned so that he was between Stiles and the Gorilla, whose name was Max, before putting the man back on his feet.When Max could breathe again he tried to bluster. “That twink made me spill my drink. He's a fucking menace.”“Yeah, he's always been a fucking menace. But you know better than to bring a drink on the dance floor. Anyway he didn't make you spill your drink. You did that to yourself when you were trying to impress the girl you were dancing with. Funny thing is she ran for it when you grabbed Stiles, so you lose twice tonight. Now get your shit and get out of here. I don't want to see back here for a couple of weeks.” Derek told him, angling his chin for the door.Max looked like he would argue. Derek took one step forward and the other man turned tail and ran.“Yeah!” Stiles yelled after the man. “You better keep ru-mph” his voice was suddenly muffled. And he was mumbling into what was covering his mouth. He narrowed his eyes and cut his gaze to the side, trying to look at Derek. He knew it was Derek. Smelled like Derek. A sudden wicked streak hit Stiles. He managed to open his mouth just enough stuck out his tongue and lick the palm.The hand was slowly peeled away and Stiles let his gaze follow it to its owner. Yep, Derek. “So that’s what you taste like. I always wondered.” Stiles said, grinning.Derek looked from his hand to Stiles, his eyebrows rising wickedly. “If you wanted to know what I taste like, I can think of better ways than getting into a fight with a jerk like Max. Now get your stuff, I’m finished for the night. Time to head home.” Derek deadpanned.“Cool.” He turned back to his friends. “Derek is putting me and my family up for a while. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”“Hang on, what?” Neha called out, gaining all their attention. “You’re going home with wicked and gorgeous there? Damn boy,” she grinned appraisingly shaking her hand up and down in the universal sign of, too hot for words.Stiles looked over at Derek to watch as he rolled his eyes skyward, then he promptly ruined it all by grinning.“Awww,” Neha crooned. “Bunny teeth, look, look cute bunny teeth. He's adorable.”Stiles started to laugh. Derek was blushing. Neha was practically bouncing and everyone else was pretending not to notice.“Thanks Neha, you're a peach. Come on you wickedly dangerous bunny you, let's get outta here.” Stiles said, pulling at Derek's arm to get him moving.“She said wicked and gorgeous. I heard her,” Derek protested as he walked with Stiles out of the club, waving to people as he went.“I know what she said. But do you really want to hear me saying I think you're gorgeous. I figured it'd make you uncomfortable.” Stiles told him. He stopped and took a huge lungfull of fresh air as they stepped outside. He looked at Derek in time to see the other man shrug and glance around.“Wait, what?” Stiles stepped around until he was standing in front of Derek, toe to toe close. He carefully fisted his hands in Derek's jacket and cocked his head to the side. He cleared his throat and took a fortifying breath. “I think you're gorgeous, glorious, and sexy as hell. I always have. Just never knew you wanted to hear me say it.” Stiles said it all with his heart pounding. Either he'd read the situation right or he was about to be in for a world of hurt. He held his breath and chewed on his bottom lip.Derek smiled shyly and carefully unwrapped the fist from his jacket. He held the hand gently then wove their fingers together. “It's nice to hear, especially from you. Come on, Camaro is this way. Let's go home.” Derek led them over.Stiles smiled and sighed. “Hello baby girl. Long time no see,” he said running a caressing hand over sleek black steel. “I think I’m gonna name your Camaro, Der. She’s gonna be Starlight from now on. Cause look at her. Goddamn she is gorgeous.”“Careful I’ll get jealous of my own car,” Derek laughed.On impulse Stiles leant over and quickly kissed Derek’s cheek. “Don’t worry, you’ll always be my big bad wolf.” He whispered then slid into the car, watching a stunned Derek shut the door behind him. Stiles couldn’t stop the small grin on his face. He ran his hand over Starlight’s dash. “I think I’m freaking out your daddy.”“I’m not freaking out.” Derek grumbled getting into the driver's seat. “You forgot about werewolf hearing?”“Ha who me? I live on a bus with wolves, hunters, a former sheriff and others oddballs, not likely to forget. Why?” Stiles asked. He narrowed his eyes and thought about what he’d said exactly when Derek only shrugged his shoulders. “Something is freaking you out huh. Is it because I called you, daddy?” He gasped when he saw Derek blush. One thing to say for this car park, it was lit bright as day, so the blush on Derek’s cheeks had nowhere to hide. “Oh my God, Derek Hale has a Daddy kink. Who’d have thought about that.”“Shut up Stiles.” Derek said flatly. “I don’t-I didn’t.” He leaned his head on the steering wheel and thumped it there a few times. “Fuck Stiles. You always throw my life upside down.”Stiles smiled and carded his fingers through Derek’s soft hair carefully. “Your secrets are always safe with me,” he whispered.“My secrets? Yeah. My heart and soul?” He left the question hanging.Stiles held his breath. There had always been chemistry between them, rampant on his part but controlled on Derek’s. Stiles swallowed and figured he’d already lost so much, his mom, his home, his best friend. He bit his lip and considered everything that had happened and maybe could happen,. All the while he was quiet Derek had pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. He cleared his throat, mind made up, fists clenched. “Can I ask you a question?”“Mhmm,” Derek hummed.“Way back in Beacon Hills, did you like me?”Derek faced him quickly, face confused. “Yeah? Of course I did.”“No I mean like me like me?”“You were sixteen Stiles.” Derek’s voice was flat.“If I’d been eighteen or older?”Derek licked his lips. Bit them too. Stiles was watching as the werewolf shifted uncomfortably, but wouldn’t answer.“Derek?”Derek huffed, almost angry. “Fine! I’d have climbed you like a fucking tree. Wrapped myself around you like a damned vine. Happy?”“Pull over,” Stiles said quietly.“Stiles,” Derek sighed.“Pull over,” Stiles said again.CHAPTER TWOResigned Derek pulled into a side street and parked under a tree. He scrubbed his hands through his hair sighing.As soon as he had his hands down Stiles moved. Right out of his seat and into Derek’s lap. He shimmied till his hand found the seat control and a quick pull had the driver's seat with two full grown men in it sliding back and down.“Stiles?” Derek asked before Stiles had plastered their mouths together. Hungry and wanting. Derek was stiff for all of a second before groaning into Stiles’ mouth and giving as good as he got. Stiles tongue was halfway down Derek’s throat by then but Stiles felt as Derek took over. Moved him around until Stiles long legs didn’t feel quite so cramped. Changed the angle of their heads so their mouths fit better. Felt Derek slide a fraction lower in his chair so Stiles was straddling him easier, the pressure off his lower back. His weight now supported by his own arms and Derek’s body.The need to breathe made mouths move apart. Derek’s lips moved to Stiles throat. His tongue licking, lips pressing little kisses as he moved over the skin. Teeth scraping on occasion and making Stiles shiver. When he reached Stiles ear he breathed there for a second until Stiles thought the sensations of just that would drive him mad.“Tell me how far we can go tonight. What do you want? Stiles.” Derek asked.“As far as we can,” Stiles panted. “As far as possible in this car without hurting ourselves. As far as you want to, because I don’t want to push but I’ve wanted you since I was sixteen, so there’s not much I don’t want to do with you.”“Yeah. O-okay.” Derek licked some more, now moving to the other side of Stiles throat. “We won’t be able to hide anything from your pack though. They’ll be able to smell everything,” Derek warned. “You can’t be ashamed of me. Of what we do.”Stiles stilled at the note of pain in Derek’s voice. He pulled back enough to look down at the man under him. The fear and uncertainty there made Stiles want to howl in grief and rip Kate’s throat out with his own teeth himself. This was just one result of abuse. Instead he wrapped his hands around Derek’s face and pulled them forehead to forehead. “No shame no hiding. Ever.” Stiles told him, mentally vowing the next time he saw Kate the bitchy Werejaguar Argent, she wouldn’t walk away.Derek grinned and surged up, nipping and sucking Stiles ear. His hands slid smoothly under Stiles t-shirt and worked their way over mole speckled skin. Blunt nails digging lightly in. When those nails went to work on his spine he arched.“More,” he moaned.Derek did it again. Running the nails up and down multiple times. Stiles’ hips moved restlessly. Grinding down on the rock hard erection he felt under him, his own hard cock trapped in his jeans. His mind was lost, gone from the first swipe of Derek’s nails. He needed more. So much more. Derek’s mouth was torturing his neck. His hands claiming his back and Stiles writhed in his hold. And Derek’s hips were moving with him. “More,” Stiles gasped around a breath. “More, Daddy, more.” He groaned not even knowing what he was saying.Derek groaned then pushed Stiles away from him. He was panting, eyes bleeding red. “God Stiles. Are you sure? If we don't stop now, we're not going to, and we're nowhere near a bed.”Stiles didn't even think, he swept in for Derek's lips and sucked on the delectable lower lip until Derek pushed him away again. “D!” Stiles whined.“We can't do this here.” Derek said his voice husky but firm. “Get back in your seat. You're loud, you can't help it. there’s also this Daddy thing going on and I don't want to get arrested. Now I'm driving us around the corner to an industrial park. I'll take you on the bonnet of my car if you want, cause we are not about to fit in my back seat. And you can call me Daddy as much you want. Okay?”“God yes. Drive, drive. For the love of all that's holy, drive!” Stiles crawled into his seat.Derek drove, like a bat out of hell. Tires squealing and rubber burning.“For Pete’s sake, why are you slowing down?” Stiles demanded a second later, his hands fisting in his hair.Derek let his hand drop to rest and squeeze Stiles thigh before patting it lightly. “Because, I don’t want the cops to pull us over for speeding. We’re not far. Just hold on. Do you have lube? Rubbers?”Stiles squeaked and started patting himself down. “Fuck!”“Relax. Check in my glove compartment. I should have some lube in there at least. And you know werewolves can’t carry or catch disease.” Derek said calmly.“Right okay. Let me check,” and Stiles practically dove for the glove compartment. Shoving things around in there until he whooped and leaned back in his seat his hand lifted in triumph clutching a tube.The car came to a stop and Derek set the hand brake before climbing out of it and jogging around the front. Stiles door was pulled open and a hand offered to help him out. He clutched at it and before he knew it he’d been lifted onto the car’s warm bonnet and hot lips were working on his neck. He moaned and wrapped his arms around Derek’s neck, pulling him closer. Some judicious wiggling and he hooked his legs around Derek’s waist. He had their hips plastered together and Stiles groaned at Derek’s first thrust against him.Stiles was panting. Hips moving restlessly. Hands roaming and finding their way under Derek’s clothes to scratch at his back. “Oh god more. More.” Stiles moaned.“Tell me what you want, Stiles,” Derek urged.“Anything. Everything.” Stiles groaned shivering when teeth scraped along his jaw line.“Everything? Hmm. Anything? Say it Stiles. Tell me and I’ll give it to you,” Derek demanded. “Tell me what you want. Whisper it to me.”Stiles almost choked trying to make his throat work. He angled his head up until his lips rested on Derek’s. “Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me hard. Please.”Derek hummed and stepped away from Stiles. Stiles felt his legs drop away from Derek and whined. Then hands fumbled at his jeans. /quickly they were pushed down his legs and two slick fingers pushed into him. He bit back a scream at the unexpected burn and pushed himself onto the invading digits. Making himself take it.“Sorry. Sorry. Didn’t think. You’re so hungry. But you’re so tight. How long?” Derek whispered urgently into his open mouth.“Months. Years. Can’t think. Don’t know. Don’t care. Come in please.”Stiles gasped.“Okay. Okay. Lean back on the bonnet. Let me keep you up.” Derek said pushing Stiles shoulder to make him lie down.Stiles went down. Moaning as the warm bonnet met his back. He arched his hips enjoying the feel of Derek’s fingers still inside of him. He heard rustling then the fingers were gone and something blunt replaced them.“Clench, then release and breathe out, Baby,” Derek told him.“Yes Daddy,” Stiles agreed and for once obeyed without question. On his exhale he felt Derek press into him and he moaned. A hand came over his lips. He opened his mouth and quickly found two fingers. Sucking them in greedily.“God. Stiles.” Derek breathed his name like a prayer.Stiles licked and sucked on the digits, moaning around them hungrily. He was panting.He felt like he was burning from the inside out and wanted, God how he wanted. The feel of Derek inside him was so good, so perfect. Derek took his fingers away and Stiles tried to follow.“No. Don't,” Derek panted, holding Stiles back to the bonnet with a flat palm on his chest. “If you keep doing that I'm not gonna last. Jesus Stiles, you're incredible. All I want to do is drive into you. I'm having a really hard time trying to keep some sort of control.”“Fuck control-” Stiles gasped. “Just pound me Daddy. Hard.”That seemed to break something in Derek because he growled. His eyes went red. He flipped Stiles legs over his shoulders, like a caveman. Clamped his hands on Stiles hips and thrust himself into the younger man hard and fast. His pace went from fast to pistoning in a matter of seconds sending Stiles to moaning continuously. “Yes Daddy yes,” Stiles gasped between breaths, not caring how loud he was nor if he was even breathing. His voice and mind weren't in any of his control. He felt Derek's hips stutter. Then Derek was grinding into him and shuddering as heat flooded his insides and pressure increased at his entrance. Pressure that grew as he felt himself stretch. “Oh my god. You've got a knot,” Stiles groaned and pushed himself further onto the pressure.“I didn't,” Derek whispered moving his hips in tiny circles. “Never happened before. Fuck Stiles. Just fuck.”“Tell me about it. Oh god, Derek. You feel so good. This feels fucking amazing.” Stiles cried rocking his head back and forth. “Don't stop. Don't stop. Please don't stop.”“I won't. I can't. Gotta make you come. Gotta,” Derek panted. His hips still circling.Derek's knot lodged him deep inside Stiles channel, stretching him wide and locking them together, his cock kept an amazing pressure on Stiles prostate, so every tiny movement sent a frisson of pleasure spiraling through Stiles body. He moaned and groaned constantly. The pleasure sending him insane. His hands reached for Derek who came down to meet him quickly. The movement pressing onto Stile prostate even more.Stiles sucked in a breath just before their lips met and Derek pulled Stiles bottom lip into his mouth to lavish attention on it. Stiles started to shiver at the pleasure and tried to move his hips higher. A tiny movement. Little change but it brought his ass into contact with Derek's trousers. Suit trousershe was still wearing. Just open enough to let him fuck into Stiles. Derek understood and pulled Stiles hips closer to his own and they rubbed against each other for a few seconds, before Derek wrapped a hot hand around Stiles hard cock and stroked him twice. Stiles choked on a scream as his orgasm rocketed through him. He gasped some breath back and moaned again feeling Derek still locked inside him. Still big and hard. Occasionally flooding his ass with heat.“Do you think you're done?” Derek asked.“Like dinner,” Stiles sighed and answered“You really think so?” Derek asked. His voice caught Stiles attention, it sounded teasing?Then Stiles gasped and bucked when the rough hand curled around his softened cock started a rough massage. “I-I can't,” Stiles gasped again.“But I want you to. You can. And will. Because Daddy says so,” Derek told him.“Oh fuck,” Stiles moaned feeling his blood heat again and his cock start to fill. “What the hell? Jesus., I'll never be able to say daddy again without getting hard.”Derek laughed and increased his attention to Stiles cock. While he ground as deep as he could into his ass and gave a few final shivers of pleasure.Stiles felt Derek deflate and fall out of him. “But. But-”He choked when he felt Derek's mouth swallow his cock from root to tip. Derek pushed his hand under Stiles ass and pulled Stiles in. Stiles made some indecipherable noises in the back of his throat when his cock head pushed past the back of Derek's throat. “Oh God Derek. I'm -I'm -” and Derek swallowed. Stars burst in front of Stiles’ eyes as he came.He sagged back onto the car bonnet, Derek plastered on top of him. Their breathing ragged and harsh as they fought for breath. Derek's face was smooshed into Stiles belly and Stiles couldn’t help but run his fingers through Derek's hair weakly. “Jesus.,Der…” Stiles trailed off. “What the hell just happened?” Stiles asked. “I can't believe that just happened. How did that happen?”Derek struggled up. “How? Ah. You kissed me. Called me Daddy and demanded I fuck you. Apparently you have a Daddy kinkapparently now so do I. Cause everytime that word comes out of your mouth, I want to bend you over something, or just spread you out for my cock. That's how that all happened.”“Ahha. Okay. Are you okay?” Stiles asked shyly.Derek chuckled and swept Stiles up in a kiss. “I'm great. But we need to get going. I've got some wet wipes in the car. Come on let's clean up a bit and head home. Your people are waiting for you.”“Right. Okay,” Stiles said. “Are we…”“We’re fine. Nothing to complain about. I won't hold you to anything Stiles. Not going to make any demands or assumptions. My bedroom door is open for you any time you want to step on through,” Derek said then slowly pulled away. He walked to the passenger’s side door , leaned in through the open window and pulled out a packet of wipes. He handed some to Stiles who carefully cleaned the mess of himself as much as he could, all the time watching as Derek used more wipes on himself..“You already know we won't be able to hide any of this from the wolves,” Derk said quietly.“I know. Is that okay by you?”Derek grinned. “Fine. But if your d-ah father goes for his gun, I'm hiding behind you. And you can explain that you jumped me.”“Deal,” Stiles said laughing . He climbed into the passenger’s seat when Derek held the door open for him. Grinning wide when Derek shut the door behind him. He was still grinning when Derek slid behind the steering wheel and they drive off.A few minutes later and Derek was driving into a gated community. “Damn, I should have remembered about the entrance security. I hope your father didn’t have any trouble,” Derek scolded himself.Stiles shrugged. “I’m sure they would have called if they’d found trouble.” Stiles gaze was darting around them as Derek drove them up through hilly roads before coming to a stop in front of another gate. He opened his window and stuck his hand out the press his thumb to a scanner, then they were driving through the gate and pulling up to a mansion. Right behind a converted bus with a whole group of people milling around it waiting for them.“Here we go,” Stiles sighed and put his hand on the door latch.“Wait,” Derek snapped. He had his window open a crack and was sniffing. He let his shoulders drop. “Stay in the car,” he ordered then set his jaw. He opened his door and moved. It took a second and his door was slammed shut. He vaulted away from the Camaro, shifting in mid air and confronting Erica, Boyd and Isaac in their beta shifts.Derek stopped right in front of them growling.“Fuckfuckfuck!” Stiles screamed in frustration at himself as he scrambled to get out and get in between them. “No let me go!” He fought the arms around him holding him back. He craned his head back to see it was his father holding him back. “Dad let me go. This is not happening!” He wailed.Peter came to stand in front of him. He planted both hands on Stiles’ shoulders and lifted an eyebrow as he sniffed. “Well well Well…”“Shut up Peter. Let me go I need to stop this. This isn’t why I told everyone to come here. Derek wants to help. Come on,” he said still struggling.“Stop Stiles. Let them sort this out. Derek won’t let this go in for much longer. He’ll soon put them back in their place. They haven’t noticed something yet. But Cora and I have. Relax. Everything will be fine,” Peter said turning back to the scene.“I don’t- they can’t fight. Please dad please.” Stiles slumped in his father's arms now using the hold on him to hold himself up instead of fighting against it. He felt his father’s grip on him change and now Stiles was being held instead of being held back. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. When I met Derek tonight at the club and told him we were all here and what’s been happening he told me to bring you all here. He offered to let us stay here. This is his place and he didn’t think twice about having us all.” Stiles was mumbling and wringing his hands when they weren’t clamped around his father’s forearm. “You have to do something dad, please,” Stiles whimpered. He felt his father take a deep breath.“Peter-” Noah Stilinski began.“Hush now Noah. It’s almost settled. Bitten wolves don’t truly understand the nuances. They don’t understand what is actually happening. But it won’t be long now.” Peter told them quietly. Cora had strolled up to them by now.“Well this is certainly interesting. Interesting scents that I’m smelling too,” she said with an almost too innocent look at Stiles and a tiny nose wrinkle in his direction.Stiles blushed and looked away from her quickly, to find an all too amused Peter Hale grinning at him. Stiles blushed deeper and sighed, giving the two werewolves a tiny shrug. “Please tell me Derek is going to be fine. That they’re all going to be fine. And why are you two not helping Derek. You’re blood aren’t you.”“Big bro doesn’t need us. We’d actually be in the way. Best we stand between you and the stupid angry puppies,” Cora told him, leisurely looking at her nails.“Almost time, Cora. Then maybe he can answer a few questions,” Peter told her as both the Hale’s attention centered on the quartet of werewolves snarling at each other in the driveway.Stiles looked too. Four werewolves in Beta Shift all around the same size. Maybe Derek a little larger. Stiles watched and blinked, wait Derek was definitely larger. Larger than Erica, Boyd and Isaac, and getting larger still. “What the hel…” he trailed off as Derek grew, then started to change. His freaky long Beta arms retracted. His legs grew thicker and changed shape. He dropped forward until instead of four werewolves in Beta Shift, three stood there on their hind legs. Right in front of a werewolf in complete Alpha Shift.“I don’t understand,” Stiles whispered.“Nothing to understand. Derek’s an Alpha again. Only an Alpha can achieve a full Alpha Shift. He’s even bigger than Talia, and your mother was a big wolf. And he’s held on to the Hale full shift ability too. Come along Cora, its show time,” Peter said and stepped forward, Cora hot on his heels like she didn’t want to be left behind. “Eager aren’t we,” Peter drawled.“Well duh,” she drawled back.As they reached the group they stopped, standing completely still then as one Peter and Cora dropped to one knee in front of Derek. They held one hand over their heart and leant one fist on the ground. Leaning forward they bent their necks, giving Derek their submission before it was even asked for. The three betas looked between Derek, Peter and Cora. Derek stood quietly before them. He had stopped growling as soon as he’d finished his Alpha Shift. He padded over slowly to his sister and uncle and sniffed at them. Running his nose over their hair and necks before he opened his huge jaws.Stiles felt his father stiffen behind him when Derek fit his massive set of chompers around Peter’s neck, setting his teeth against the man’s skin. He growled and Peter shivered, then Derek was releasing his Uncle and stepping away to Cora, where he did the exact same thing, fitting massive deadly jaws around her fragile neck. After another growl he stepped away and like a string being cut, both Peter and Cora fell to the ground panting.Stiles could see the indecision on the faces of his friends. Erica, Boyd and Isaac didn’t know what to do. Didn’t understand what was going on. Hell , neither did Stiles, not really. He saw Derek wait for a few seconds before he padded to where Cora lay and nosed at her gently. Stiles heard her giggle then she quickly wrapped her arms around Derek’s massive neck and hugged him tightly. Rubbing her face in his dark fur. She was crying. Even Stiles could tell. Crying and holding on tight. Peter rolled himself into sitting on the ground. He looked shaken but happy. Before Stiles could blink, Peter had launched himself forward and onto his niece and nephew. He’d wrapped his arms around them both and the three of them held on tightly. Human faces rubbing into werewolf fur and werewolf rubbing back.A choke from the beta trio caught Stiles attention. Isaac was shaking. His arms were wrapped around himself. Stiles pulled at his dad’s arms. “I need to get to Isaac.” He felt the arms around him loosen but before he could move, Isaac tore across the space between himself and Derek, dropping to his knees at Derek’s paws where he was still wrapped around Peter and Cora. He looked up at Derek who had pulled himself slightly away from his family. Stiles could see the tears streaming down Isaac’s face from where he stood. His chest racked with convulsions, his frame shaking with the force of his silent crying. Without hesitation Isaac bared his neck, tipping his head so far to the side and back that Stiles was worried he’d hurt himself. With a hitching wolfy huff Derek bent his head and set his teeth carefully at the offered throat. Biting just enough to leave teeth impressions on the pale skin.Isaac’s body immediately relaxed. He went completely limp and sagged into the large wolf, wrapping his arms around one of Derek’s legs in the process. Derek sat back on his haunches and rifled his nose through Isaac’s curls, just letting the young man draw on his strength. It didn’t take long after that for Stiles to see Erica and Boyd walk over. They were trying to play it cool. Trying to shuffle and delay. Trying to keep a scowl on their faces. It wasn’t working as little smiles kept sneaking out, as slow tiny steps were interspersed with long fast ones. In a few seconds both of Derek’s original Betas were at his feet with bent necks and Derek was accepting them back.Looking around finally, Stiles saw Lydia and Jackson. Lydia was standing there, arms folded and head crooked to the side. No inch of submission in her stance. While Jackson looked like a kid that needed to go potty he was so antsy, shifting from foot to foot. Knowing Lyds she had probably kept him with her to keep him safe. She was tapping her immaculately clad foot on the ground, one manicured eyebrow raised and her long red hair braided intricately and pulled over one shoulder. She was all seriousness and sass as she and Jackson watched Derek take the Betas inStiles knew Derek had about one chance to impress her or she and Jackson would walk.Stiles looked at Derek and prayed the wolf knew what to do. Derek had released Isaac and was just supporting him as Isaac leaned against him. With a nip to Isaac’s ear he gave a tiny yip and Cora and Peter stood up and came to take Isaac off Derek and pull him into their own arms. Stiles stiffened, now Derek just has to convince Lydia, how, he had no clue, but Derek’s track record wasn’t the best. Stiles was expecting fireworks and force, instead he gaped as Derek stood up, took one step towards Lydia and Jackson, then just flopped back down on his ass, rolled his wolfy eyes and let his tongue loll out of the side of his mouth. Like he was saying, “Come on, are we going to go through all this bullshit again?” at her.Stiles smacked his hand over his face and groaned, letting his palm trail down over his mouth and nose so he could try to suffocate himself somehow, because how the hell was Derek this much of an idiot. One did not make fun of Lydia and expect to live, or at least come away with their hide intact. He spluttered when he heard giggling then an oomph sound and open his eyes again to find Lydia had thrown herself at Derek and was actively hugging and scratching at him while Jackson was kneeling in submission. A smile on his face and tears in his eyes. Derek careful fit his teeth to Jackson’s throat all the while trying not to jostle the clingy koala that was Lydia Martin.“God, are we done yet, cause my heart can’t take it anymore?” Stiles called out.Derek looked over at him and regally rose to his four paws, turned is back and flicked his tale before walking calmly to the front door, where a woman no one had noticed was waiting for him. One yip and eager betas were following him, followed by humans. “Did Derek just give me the finger, tail version? Did he? Pop? Did you see that too?” Stiles questioned his father indignantly as they followed the crowd inside the house.His father wasn’t answering, instead he was squeezing the bridge of his nose and shaking is head.“You get what you deserve, Stiles,” Derek’s voice said and Stiles looked over to see him slipping into a bathrobe.“What are you? A wolfy Hugh Hefner now?” Stiles snarked pointing at the robe.“The Alpha shift is hell on clothes,” Derek said. “This is Maria. She’s human, from a pack. Her Alpha was an asshole that would chase out any human members born into it. He had issues. He decided one night to renege on our peaceful passage contract and came after me. I’d already left his lands so he had no reason to attack me. He wasn’t much of a fighter. His pack is now run by his eldest son, as an Adjunct Beta with me as Over-Ruling Alpha. Peter can explain that to you all later. Now I know you’re all tired and Stiles has an early morning coming up. Maria can show you to your rooms and we can talk tomorrow, or whenever. I won’t put any pressure on you. But you are all welcome to stay here. We can figure out the rest a bit later.”“Ahh, Alpha Hale?” Chris began.“The invitation extends to both you and your daughter, Hunter Argent, as long as it’s your intention to fight to protect the wolves that have entrusted their lives in your hands and the lives of the humans with them,” Derek said all formality and purpose.“Thank you Alpha. Allison and I won’t let harm come to these wolves and humans. After everything that we’ve done in the past, I can’t apol-” Chris was cut off by Derek swiftly.“Don’t apologise to me Argent. Just make sure nothing like that ever happens again. Make sure the code is followed, and if the code needs to be re-written then for God’s sake do something about it, because there are more psychopaths in the Hunters ranks than in jail. Okay, umm, goodnight.” Derek turned and practically fled up stairs.“Well,” Chris sighed.“Yeah,” Noah added. “He’s changed.”“And yet not so much,” Chris finished.“Oh there are definitely changes, definitely,” Peter drawled, eyeing Stiles and grinning.Stiles wagged a finger at him, but before he could respond, Maria stepped forward.“The Alpha asked me to prepare rooms for you. The first floor is yours to use. Please head on up and choose your rooms and they suit. Each bedroom has an ensuite attached and there is a shared family area on the landing,” she told them calmly, one hand pointing to the staircase.“Right,” Lydia said. “Jackson, Boyd, get our overnight bags from the bus. Erica and I will pick out our rooms along with everyone else while you get them. Oh Maria? Does the Alpha have rooms on the first floor too? I’m Lydia by the way.” Then she made quick work of introductions.“It’s very nice to meet you all. I’m proud to meet my Alpha’s first pack. But no Alpha Hale doesn’t sleep on the first floor. His rooms are on the second floor. He has the whole floor. He wanted to use a room on the first floor but its unseemly. The Alpha needs more room. I convinced him to move to the second floor. That way eventually there would be Betas between him and anyone trying to get to him unannounced.’ She told them seriously.“But isn’t the Alpha meant to protect the pack?” Allison asked.Maria blinked at her. “The Alpha is the greatest protection for the pack. While the Alpha lives the pack draws strength and the lost can be avenged. Breakfast is at seven in the morning, but there shall still be food available until nine. I shall arrange a buffet lunch at one o’clock and dinner at six. Please have a good night.” she left them, walking up the stairs to the first floor and disappearing down the corridor.“Nice woman,” Stiles murmured. He deserved the head smack he got from is father for the remark and knew it.They trooped upstairs muttering their goodnights as they peeled off on the landing, heading in different doors. Erica and Lydia both grabbed his arms as he made to find a room. “Your bed’s upstairs isn’t it?” Erica questioned quietly.“WWWhat?” he spluttered.“You heard, Batman. Go on,” she ushered him upstairs.“Go Stiles,” Lydia added. “Go you make him happy. He makes you happy. And Jackson said you both reeked of sex and emotion. So go on, make each other reek some more. It calms the wolves to see their Alpha content.”Stiles looked at his friends from under his lashes. “Would-would that be alright?” he asked tentatively.“Yes!” both women answered and pushed.CHAPTER THREEStiles almost flew up the stairs. He slowed down as he neared the top steps suddenly feeling nervous. Derek has let him know he’d be welcome, but, well he was thinking about entering the wolf’s den, so to speak. He swallowed hard and bit his bottom lip, gaze fixed to his sneakered feet. He stopped when a set of bare toes came into sight. They wiggled at him in greeting.His gaze lifted flowed upwards. Over black silk pajama clad legs, to an expanse of tanned and muscled chest only just barely covered in an open robe that matched the pants. A stubbled chin, a shy grin, shining eyes and damp hair completed the look. “Hi.” Stiles gave a tiny wave.“Hi,” Derek whispered.“So, ahh, should I tell you that I don’t do really well with one night stand or friends with benefits arrangements? I kinda get attached. Fixated. Obsessed even.” Stiles mumbled.“Damn it Stiles. Now you tell me. After!” Derek growled.Stiles looked at Derek’s eyes, shocked. Then he noticed the eyes were practically gleaming and the grin was huge.“Like, hmm, I had no idea. Your years long Lydia obsession should have probably been a clue.” Derek wrapped a hand in Stiles hair and tugged him forward. “Come here Stiles. Come here and be mine.”Stiles didn’t wait to be told twice. No one had ever accused him of being slow to act when he was offered something he wanted. He took the final two steps at once and was wrapped around Derek in a heartbeat. Derek pulled and lifted and Stiles felt himself in the air. His legs flailed for half a moment before he wrapped them around Derek’s waist, all the while he licked and nibbled at the lips plastered to his own.The air changed around him, suddenly feeling steamy. He opened his eyes and looked around. Derek had carried him into a bathroom. He was set on his feet again. “Trying to tell me something?”“Yep. You smell of strangers, pack and over packed bus. Not to mention me. I want you to smell of just me for a bit.” Derek pressed a couple of icons in a touchpad outside of the shower and water started to run behind Stiles.He turned to look. “Wow dude. Seriously high tech.”“I live in tech capital. Most houses around here are high tech.” Derek started pushing at Stiles clothes. Quickly peeling him naked in just seconds before pushing him into the shower and under the water.“Hey are all the showers like this? Cause how are the others gonna know what to do? Without…” he stopped at the single raised eyebrow and skeptical look he was getting from the other side of the glass and thought about it. “Right. Danny and Lydia. Forget I said anything. And why does the water smell soapy and feel soapy? Where’s the shower gel dude?”Stiles looked back at Derek after looking around the empty shower. He swallowed and licked his lips. The water droplets on them tasted faintly of coconut. Derek had his hands braced on either side of the shower just watching Stiles body. Stiles looked down at himself and saw trails of bubbles running down his chest and legs. Looking back up at Derek he understood the look was pure hunger.Stiles took a deep steamy breath and started to run his hands over his chest. Derek’s gaze followed. “Right okay I get it. There’s a soap through the water. Cool. Very cool. More tech stuff. Really cool.” He was running at the mouth again and knew it. But he really couldn’t stop himself. He stuck his head under the water too and soaped it up. Giving his hair a good lather. Once done he looked around. Confused.“Umm, Derek? How do I rinse off?”He watched Derek blink himself back. “Ahh, Yeah. Tap the black lie there. Tap it twice. Okay now see the shower icon. Tap that and the soap cuts off. That’s right.”Stiles did as he was told and felt the difference when plain water came through. The temperature was still perfect too. He rinsed himself quickly. “The other showers the same?” He asked wondering about how his pop was coping.Derek shook his head. “No. They’re digital like this one but they’re plain water.” Derek took a step away from the shower when Stiles indicated he was done and tapped the shower off. He grabbed a large towel and waited.Stiles stepped out and into waiting arms. He felt the towel warp around him. Making short work of drying him off. Derek was thorough but didn’t linger. In minutes he was dry from head to foot and being herded through the door without once having gotten his hands on the towel. He walked backwards in to another room.Something hit the back of his knees and he knew it was the bed. He pulled back with a grin, opened his arms wide and let himself fall, laughing as he bounced. Derek laughing along with him. Stiles scrambled backwards until a strong hand on his ankle stopped him. Derek held him still and crawled over his body, blanketing him in hot hard werewolf. Stiles stretched and arched, letting his arms drop above his head, showing his pale neck and opening his legs, cradling Derek between them. Derek groaned as their hips rubbed together during the stretch. It soon turned into a growl at Stiles overt submission.Derek dropped his head, and fit his blunt human teeth to the throat offered. Stiles felt them sit there. Not pressing just, there. Derek pulled off enough to look Stiles in the eye.“Are you sure Stiles? What you’re offering, are you sure? Do you mean it? Cause I don’t think I could take it otherwise, I can’t let you go. The wolves, they’re mine again. Their wolf is a part of me and I’m a part of them. But you, you are our own man. Always have been. You can only be mine of your own free will. Are you giving me that? Are you giving me, you?”Stiles almost had to strain to hear Derek. His voice was a soft whisper, hoarse with emotion. He didn’t think about it. He didn’t have to think about it. “The night Scott got bit, my life changed. I knew nothing would ever be the same again when I met you. I know I was a shit to you, God I was such an ass, but you didn’t kill me and eventually we got to be friends. And life was good, kinda terrifying but good, you know? I felt good, safe even? Sorta right, even with everything going on, being around you was right. Then you left and nothing was right, hasn’t been right till now. So yeah, I know what I’m doing. I understand what you’re asking me. I understand. I want this. Damn it Derek, I want you. All of you. Every part of you. Even the freaky shower.” Stiles finished his little speech and stretch his neck again. Baring it to Derek.Derek blinked a couple of times, then the tension left his body. He sagged a touch and Stiles felt as the weight on him increased. Stiles luxuriated in the pressure on him. He heard and felt the large inhale and Derek looked at him, eyes serious and steady, then he broke into a toothy grin. Slowly, agonisingly slowly he lowered his head and put his teeth to Stiles throat and placed some pressure there, just enough for it to be felt.Stiles moaned and pushed his whole self into the body above him. Derek’s hand moved up his body to wrap securely around his wrist. Taking one and placing it over the other, holding them both safely together above Stiles’ head. Derek released the pressure of his teeth, licking and kissing his way over Stiles throat. Stiles wrapped his legs high on Derek’s waist, pushing is hips up in a slow and lazy rhythm. He heard whispering and made himself listen. “Mine.” Followed by a kiss. “Mine.” Followed by a kiss. “Mine.” Followed by a lick. Derek sounded almost wrecked and Stiles vowed to never allow Derek to be hurt as much as he’d been hurt by Beacon Hills and it’s people.A part of Stiles felt guilty. Guilty he’d ever agreed with Scott. Sided with Scott. Been loyal to his disloyal ass for so many years instead of understanding the gift Derek had been. The gift the pack had offered. The danger Derek had tried to warn them about.But they’d been so young, so sure of themselves, so absolutely fucking full of themselves they hadn’t truly listened and undertood. Hadn’t wanted to. Even when Erica and Boyd and been taken, they’d been stubborn. Hadn’t opened up to anyone, to Derek, to his father, the fucking sheriff.“Stiles, stop thinking and come back,” Derek whispered into his ear before biting the lobe.Stiles breathed out, the breath breaking and stuttering.“What are you thinking about?” Derek asked.“About how stupid we were, back in BH,” Stiles sighed. “We never really gave you a chance. Never allowed you to be Alpha. Questioned everything all-the-time. We were a shitty pack, Derek a shitty pack to you. How can you even think about taking us back. Letting us into your life. You’ve got a pretty great deal here and you’re letting us into it? We could seriously wreck it. Fuck you know us, we probably will wreck it.”Derek started to chuckle. “God Stiles, I’ve missed you. With all your verbal runs, you make things clear. Sometimes clear as mud but at least you say it. I can let you all in because even with all the ups and downs you, all of you, have and always will be pack. My pack. Hale wolves. And eventually we might even head back to Beacon Hills and protect the land that Hale wolves have protected and bled for, for generations. It might not be now, not even soon, but it eventually might happen. There’s no rush. In anything. I learned after I gave up the Alpha power and let Scott take over the pack, I learned a lot about myself, about my anger and emotions. The me now would never have done a lot of things that me then did without thinking. Honestly I didn’t do a lot of thinking. I reacted. From the first second I went back to Beacon Hills I reacted. That’s all I did. I can’t believe I went through with what we did to Peter. Burning, Jesus Stiles. I mean how could we, how could I’? My own uncle after knowing what he’d gone through, was still going through. But like I said all I did was react. I’ll never forgive myself for what I allowed to be done to Peter, even though it worked out better for him, it wasn’t right. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to him, now I have the opportunity, if he lets me, even if he is the most annoying person on this entire planet. He’s my uncle and I love him. So stop blaming yourself for the past. We can’t change it, we can only learn from it. So are you with me?”Stiles let his words sink in for a few seconds. Then he noticed something. His hips had not stopped their movement. He was still slowly grinding his hips against Derek’s who was pinning him down. Stiles’ cock was hard and so was Derek’s. “Definitely still with you,” he said with a grin. Then something pushed him further. He reached his head up until he could whisper into Derek’s ear. “Daddy,” he said with a hot sigh. He felt a shiver go through Derek and his hold on Stiles tightened. He growled low and deep and Stiles somehow found himself flipped over and on his front with a very naked Derek over him nosing at the back of his neck. “I love werewolf strength,” he moaned and let Derek do what he wanted.He arched and pressed his ass against Derek’s cock, shivering when Derek ran his teeth down Stiles’ spine. Derek scraped his teeth from the base of Stiles neck all the way down to his coccyx and Stiles shivered and moaned all the while. Eventually Derek dropped a few kisses there then pushed his knees between Stiles’ thighs.Stiles opened his legs eagerly and wrapped his arms around his pillow, pulling it into his chest and draping himself over it. Derek pushed at his thighs and Stiles opened them more, wondering what Derek wanted. He bit his pillow a second later when he felt his ass cheeks being spread apart and a slick tongue swipe through his crease, from perineum to coccyx.“Ass up,” Derek ordered.Stiles moaned, spreading his legs further and pushing his ass up. “Yes please.”He gasped at the sharp slap he received on one ass cheek, groaning again when his cock just got harder.“Yes, what?” Derek growled into the skin of his shoulder, his hot breath fanning over Stiles’ neck.“Oh God,” Stiles moaned. “Yes Daddy. Yes Daddy. Yes please Daddy. Daddy please, yes, always yes.”“Jesus Stiles. Your mouth. It’s gonna kill me,” Derek choked out then Stiles felt his wet tongue on him again.Stiles almost whimpered at how good it all felt but he held it together. He held it back. He was pretty sure that if he didn’t keep it back then the whole house would know what was going on. Stiles felt his plan go down in hot hot flames when Derek’s tongue pushed into him. “God Daddy. Yes!” He screamed.Derek chuckled into him and just kept on torturing him with his tongue. He kept his hold on Stiles’ ass cheeks and fit his face firmly between them, his tongue wiggling and spearing his hole repeatedly. Stiles knew he was howling and tried to stifle himself with his pillow. Derek took one hand off Stiles’ ass and pulled at his hips insistently. Stiles got it and pushed himself to his knees, groaning all the while as Derek’s tongue played merry hell inside of him. Derek let him settle on his hands and knees, then he pulled back after a sucking kiss and Stiles thought he could relax.He felt Derek drape himself over his back and run his hands to Stiles’ wrists. A sharp nip at his spine and Stiles’ arms were pulled behind his back carefully and Derek was pushing his head to the mattress, making sure his face was turned to the side. Derek leaned over and kissed behind Stiles’ ear all the while he was holding Stiles’ wrist in one strong hand carefully behind his back. Pulling away he snagged a couple morepillows and shoved them under Stiles’ hips.“Relax Stiles. Keep your hands behind your back. Don’t move. I’m grabbing the lube,” Derek told him softly.Stiles nodded.“Oh and Stiles, don’t try to be quiet. I want to hear you,” Derek told him.Stiles groaned and felt sweat break out on his forehead. “Oh my god. A Daddy and wanna hear you kink. Did you know this about yourself?” he snarked because he really couldn’t help tease Derek.Derek chuckled and smacked his ass cheek again. “Just for that, I’m really going to make you scream Daddy.”Stiles sucked in a breath to respond when slick fingers pressed into him, two at once and all the way in. He moaned instead and somehow kept his hands where Derek had put them. He quickly laced his fingers together to keep them there when Derek’s fingers pumped in and out of him fast and strong, each move swiping past his prostate. Another finger pushed into him and he bit his lips to stop from coming. Derek pressed in as far as he could and held still. His fingers pressing on Stiles’ prostate firmly.The pleasure was almost too much. Stiles was shaking with it. “Please. Please.Please,” he whispered.Derek pulled his fingers away and Stiles moaned at the emptyness. But seconds later Derek was pushing his cock back into him. One hand clamped to his hip, the other held his hands where they lay in the small of his back. Stiles felt as Derek filled him up. Then he held still for a second and Stiles almost keened at the hot gasps of breath on his back. Stils bit his lip and kept absolutely still, knowing he was too close to falling over the edge as it was.Derek pulled his hips back. “I think we both need hard and fast, am I right?” Derek growled. “Hard and fast? God yes.” Stiles gasped as Derek thrust back into him.“Yes?” Derek asked.“Yes!”“Yes?” Derek asked again, this time pulling out and thrusting back in hard and fast.“Yes!” Stiles said again.“I can keep going all night Stiles. Werewolf stamina. I can fuck you all night long and not let you come. Actually, I can come in you anytime I want, wait a couple of minutes, then just start fucking you again and still not let you come. Werewolf.” Derek whispered to him with a of touch menace, all the while thrusting in and out of Stiles’ hole.“What? Why? Please Derek. Please. You can’t. Daddy please. Daddy please let me come. I need to come. Daddy please,” Stiles knew he was babbling and begging but he needed to come. It was desperate now.Derek chuckled and kissed the back of his neck, his hand released Stiles’ hip and moved to his aching cock. Derek’s strong fingers wrapped around it and Stiles thrust into it before he knew what he was doing. Words were falling from his lips, screaming their way out of his throat,. Derek tightened his hold and stroked him firmly a few times. Stiles was screaming and coming. Derek shivered and shook over him and heat flooded inside of Stiles. He felt his legs slide, Derek pulled the pillows out from under him and Stiles fell forward, taking Derek with him. Derek settled himself over Stiles form, his cock still nestled inside Stiles willing body and Stiles shivered at how good it all felt.“You good?” Derek asked, a little worry in his voice.Stiles forced his eyes open and looked for Derek’s arms. He found them resting either side of his head. With a sigh he used his own tired arms to reach them, then pulled Derek’s arms around himself. “Perfect,” he answered, sighed again and promptly fell asleep.CHAPTER FIVEStiles smelt a strange combination. Mint and coffee. Not that the combination was strange, because he often smelt a similar combo in the bus. Someone brushing their teeth in the morning while someone else made coffee. The smells were quite familiar, but the comfort of the bed he was in and the smells was not. He cracked his eyes open and brilliant blue eyes smiling at him. A stubbled chin with very kissable lips and white teeth grinned at him. “Derek,” Stiles sighed.Derek leaned down and brushed their lips together softly. “Morning,” he whispered. “Coffee?” he asked pulling back and showing off the large mug he was holding.Stiles blinked a few times then registered the coffee. With a moan he worked himself to a seated position and reached for the mug Derek was holding out to him. “Oh God. Coffee,” he sighed and went in for the first taste. The warm caffeine laden liquid ran over his tongue and down to his stomach and Stiles registered how good it was. He half drained his large mug before his face emerged and he looked back at Derek. “Morning,” he grinned. “Really really good,” he gestured to the coffee.“Only the best,” Derek said with a small smile.“What time is it?” Stiles asked.“5am. You have time to shower and dress. I’ll drive you to Google. It’s not far from here. What time do you have to be there?”“Oh umm, by 7am. But you don’t have to drive me,” Stiles said.“Umm, you umm,” Derek looked crestfallen. “That’s fine. I get it. Sorry I-”Stiles quickly put the coffee on the side table and threw himself into Derek’s lap. “No. No. I’m an idiot. I’d love you to drive me in. I just didn’t want you to change your plans or anything.”“Okay. Good cause I’d like to drive you in. What time will you finish?” Derek asked.“Hard to tell,” Stiles huffed out a breath.“Not important. Just call me and I’ll come get you.” Derek shrugged.“But don’t you have to work?” Stiles asked.Derek smiled shyly. “I started two weeks vacation today.”“Damn. Talk about timing. My big bad wolf has some time off…” Stiles wiggled his eyebrows and his hips.Derek growled and nipped at Stiles throat. “All the better to fuck you as much as I want.” Then he tipped Stiles back onto the bed. “But not right now because now you have to shower the smell of sex off you and get dressed. Breakfast is ready downstairs, your dad is waiting and I know he’s fingering Wolfsbane. But that’s not that important, what’s important is that you go and get that job you want at Google.”Stiles struggled his way out of bed and to his feet. “Dad being bad?” he questioned.“Your father is being your father. I would expect nothing less. Now hit the shower.” Derek stood and pushed him toward the ensuite where Stiles could see his bag already waiting for him.Twenty minutes later Stiles slid onto a tall stool at the counter where a plate full of bacon, eggs and toast waited for him. He looked up at his dad when Noah sat beside him. “Morning Daddio.”“Morning Kid. One thing I gotta say. Never, ever call me daddy again. Call me Daddio. Call Dad. Call me Pop.You can even call me father. But for all that is holy just not Daddy. Got it?” Noah said with a straight face. Then he took a sip from his own coffee mug before stealing a rasher of bacon from Stiles’ plate.Stiles face burned hotter with each word. He couldn’t look his father in the eye. So he did the olnly thing he could do. He hid his face in the full mug beside his plate and drank deeply.“Nod that you understand kid,” Noah said.Stiles nodded and breathed again when his father stood up and walked away. Once he was alone again Stiles pushed his plate away and thumped his head on the table. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck,” he murmurred over and over. A wicked chuckle had him stopping and turning around.Peter Hale stood in the doorway.“You’re leaning, just like a creeper,” Stiles snarked.Peter strolled into the room. “I never expected my nephew to have any kinks. He was always so vanilla. But last night opened my eyes. Well done Stiles. Well done. Now eat your breakfast. You need your strength.” Peter waggled his eyebrows and strolled out.Stiles spite ate his breakfast and drank his coffee, waiting for Derek.CHAPTER FOURIt wasn’t that Stiles didn’t like his team of fellow interns, but after spending the entire day fielding questions and innuendo in between working on the day’s problem, he was pretty much exhausted as climbed into Derek’s Camaro.“Long day?” Derek asked.Stiles sighed and stuck his head back out the window. “Guys, come on. Let Derek drive out of here. Come on,” Stiles whined and didn’t give a fuck about it. His team were standing in front of the car making kissy faces at them. It was Nick who eventually ushered them away and Derek drove them out of the parking lot and into the night.“Long day? God yes. You know when I thought about competing for this. For a place at Google, I did my research.” He punched Derek in the shoulder when he snorted at the word research. “Shut up. Yes I did my research okay. I knew that the place was unconventional. Nap pods. Flexible work hours. You know things like that. But no one ever told me we’d play things like Quidditch. I thought we’d work on computers and research and, and I don’t have any idea what else, but it’s nothing like what we are doing. I can’t say I’m not enjoying it, but its kinda wild. Reminds me a bit of BH. You know, flying by the seat of your pants?”“Sounds like fun. Are you sure you want this job?” Derek asked.Stiles laughed and stamped his feet. “Hell yeah. I’m exhausted but it’s been fun, and no one is trying to kill me. At least, not yet. If my team beats Graham’s, I’m really positive he’ll call out a hit on us though.”Derek turned his head to look at him. “Seriously?”Stiles shrugged. “Maybe? Hard to tell with some people.”“How long before you know?” Derek asked.“Final test is tomorrow. So what’s planned for tonight. I know I missed dinner. What’s everyone up to?” Stiles wanted to know.Derek sighed and relaxed in his seat, cruising to a red light. “Your dad and Peter took Chris out. Peter was dressed to the hilt so I’m expecting he went all out in the seduction stakes. The Betas found out there’s a fair in town and headed that way. They’ll call if they need help. Maria made three cheese and spinach lasagne for us.”Stiles groaned happily and leaned back in his seat, rubbing his suddenly rumbling stomach. “God this is so not fair. I ate, I promise I did. But now I’m starving.”“It’s Maria’s magic power. The minute you hear about or smell her cooking you are instantly starving. It was hell getting everyone out of the house after they smelled her cooking.” Derek turned into his driveway and soon he was pulling Stiles out of his car and pushing him toward the door. “Go shower and come back down. I’ll serve dinner. Go, don’t take long.”Stiles ran up the stairs and into the shower. After a few seconds of fiddling he was gloriously soapy and singing at the top of his voice, grateful Derek wasn’t in there with him. No one needed to hear his singing voice anytime soon. He quickly rinsed of and wrapped himself in a fluffy towel. He padded into the bedroom, wondering where his clothes were or maybe he should grab something of Derek’s. He saw his bag empty by the dresser and walked over. Curious he looked around, then opened a dresser drawer. He grinned at seeing his t-shirts folded neatly inside. He pulled one out and after a quick search found his jeans. He chose a button fly pair and slipped it and the t-shirt on.Skipping downstairs he followed his nose into the kitchen. Two plates were set at the kitchen island. Derek had his head in the fridge. Stiles stopped and looked at the ass on display. Derek eventually started moving it from side to side.“Like what you see?” Derek teased while looking at Stiles over his shoulder, his ass still hypnotizing as it moved from side to side.“Ahha,” Stiles said, trying hard not to drool.“Food first. Play later.” Derek stood straight and let the fridge door close. “Maria made dinner, but I can’t see any dessert. I don’t usually want any, so…”“Dessert? Give me a second,” Stiles said and tore through the kitchen like a whirl wind.Derek went to the other side of the island and let Stiles at it.In minutes Stiles had a chocolate cake in the microwave. “It’s not fancy, but it will be yummy,” Stiles said as he came over to sit by Derek. He picked up his fork and used the side to cut off a piece of his lasagna. Derek cleared his throat and Stiles looked up. Derek was holding out his fork to him, a perfect bite of lasagna on it. Stiles felt a blush but still opened his mouth. Derek slid the forkful in and Stiles closed his lips around the fork.“I’ve missed you Stiles,” Derek whispered.Stiles felt his throat close up for a few seconds, but he forced himself to swallow through it. “I’m so glad the guys took us to that club. I might never have found you again otherwise.”“Me too,” Derek said. Then cleared his throat. “Now let’s eat, because after dessert I have plans.”“Plans?” Stiles quirked an eyebrow.“Yep.” Derek popped his p and started eating with a grin.Stiles smiled and went back to his dinner. When the microwave dinged he went over to it and pulled out the cake he’d cooked in it and set it to rest. He’d flip it out and serve it after they finished dinner. It would be perfect with the cream he’d seen in the refrigerator.Twenty minutes later they were licking chocolate and cream off their lips and Derek was carrying their plates to the dishwasher and stacking them in place. Stiles patted his belly and groaned. “I ate too much.”Derek chuckled and came to stand behind him, setting his hands on Stiles’ hips. “Lucky I still have some room then,” he said and lifted Stiles off his stool to set him on the island, turning him around to face him. A second later he was unbuttoning Stiles jeans and shucking them down. “Hmm, no underwear. Perfect.”“I’m glad you approve,” Stiles murmured lifting his hips enough for Derek to peel his jeans lower.Derek chuckled and nuzzled at Stiles semi hard cock while he pushed Stiles jeans to the floor. He licked Stiles from root to tip and growled into the skin. Without more teasing he opened his mouth and sucked Stiles in.Stiles bucked and moaned. He wrapped his fingers into Derek’s hair and lay back on the island, his bones suddenly having lost the ability to support him. He spread his legs around Derek and his wolf pushed himself closer. With a wiggle Stiles found his legs draped over Derek’s large shoulders as he was spread wider. Derek’s hands gripped his hips and held him carefully, while his tongue and lips drove Stiles insane. Wet heat and suction. Teeth scraping gently over his sensitive skin made his toes curl.Derek lay an arm across his hips and Stiles felt a finger alongside his cock in Derek’s mouth. He groaned knowing what Derek was up to. When that wet finger worked it’s was inside his ass he happily clenched around it, trying to draw it in faster. Derek chuckled around his cock and Stiles gasped at the sensation. “Fuck. Do that again and I’m sure I’ll come.”Derek pulled off him with a loud pop. “If you come before I’ve finished playing with you, I’ll just have to keep on playing with you. Until you’re hard again,” He smirked.“God, now I know you want to kill me,” Stiles groaned and let his head thump back to the island.Derek pulled away again and kissed the plump head. “Can you think of a better way to go?”“Hell no,” Stiles chuckled.“Glad you agree.” Derek said and returned his attention to Stiles’ cock, sucking on the shaft before turning his attention to Stiles’ balls. Licking at one than the other in turn.Stiles shivered when Derek used his teeth to gently pull at the sensitive skin and stretch it. “So good, so good,” he sighed. Enjoying the attention on his cock and balls and in his ass. On an impulse he wrapped his legs around Derek’s neck loosely. He felt Derek stop what he was doing and looked down his chest. Derek was looking up at him. His lips were wet, red and swollen. His eyes were arousal dark. His breathes were pants. His eyebrows were sass talking to him. That look, that face and the fact that Stiles had his legs wrapped around him were enough to make Stiles’ cock jerk.Derek felt the jerking and with a sideways smirk turned his attention back to his self appointed task. Stiles watched him bypass his aching cock and felt him licking gently and then roughly at his balls, then Derek sucked his perineum and ran his wet tongue everywhere .Something was pulling at his hair and Stiles wanted to know what it was. Only to realise he was pulling at his own hair. He couldn’t stop the groan when he felt Derek slid his hot mouth over his cock again, while his hands were kept busy. One pumping his cock and the other fingers deep inside his ass.Derek increased his suction and moved faster over Stiles cock, his fingers tapping a crazy rhythm on Stiles’ prostate. Stiles arms flailed, finding purchase eventually in Derek’s hair a second before he felt his orgasm explode out of him, his release leaving him limp and weak. “Thank you Daddy,” Stiles whispered, exhausted.Derek pulled him mouth away from him and sucked kisses onto his hip while they both found their breath. After a few minutes he slid his arms under Stiles and lifted. Stiles floated in afterglow while Derek carried him upstairs and placed him in bed. Stiles clung to him when Derek went to pull away.“You, what about you?” Stiles asked.Derek grinned down at him. “Do you have any idea just how sexy you are when you come. The sight of you, the smell and taste. It all pushed me over the edge. I came when you did. Now relax and go to sleep, I’m going to clean up and join you.” Derek leaned over and kissed Stiles nose.Stiles sighed and let himself be tucked in. He dozed until Derek came back to bed, then he curled into Derek’s arms and fell asleep.He was in the shower the next morning when it struck him he should probably avoid everyone else except Derek for a little while, after all werewolf noses would know exactly what had happened on the kitchen counter the night before. The memory made him blush and get hard at the same time. That was how Derek found him when he came into the bathroom.Stiles laughed aloud when Derek shucked his clothes and helped pull his lover into the shower with him. In seconds Stiles had wrapped his long fingers around both of their hard lengths while Derek was determinedly leaving hickies on his collar bone. Stiles could feel his blood rising to his skin and relished the idea of Derek leaving the sign of his ownership on Stiles’ skin.“Let me see you come, Daddy. Please,” Stiles begged.Derek pulled his face away from Stiles and wrapped a hand over Stiles where it worked their cocks. Together they stroked and twisted until Derek threw his head back and moaned. Heat flooded Stiles’ hand. His own orgasm rushed through him, leaving the two of them leaning against each other and gasping.“You are amazing,” Derek whispered.“Hmm,” Stiles mumbled.Derek chuckled and turned them to clean them off. “Come on gorgeous. You have a job to go do battle for. What are you doing today, running a gladiator gauntlet?”“Maybe,” Stiles answered. “Maybe.”*****Stiles was contemplating murder. Cold blooded, painful murder. He was even thinking about calling one of his many werewolf family and asking one of them to do it. Who was his target? Billy, was his target. Billy, fuck him to hell, McMahon. The guy had stuffed up the google help desk challenge, yes. It had pissed Stiles off, but hell we all made mistakes, so he could forgive that. What he couldn’t forgive was what Billy did next. He’d disappeared and left his team hanging, just swinging in the breeze.Nick had tried to keep them together. The rest of them had gone out and done what they could, but they were still screwed. But what really bit at Stiles was the time he was missing with Derek. They had been here for hours trying to work things out, but really they were screwed and Graham Perfect Hair Mawtrey and his harried team would win this whole damn thing. So Stiles stewed quietly, text Derek that he wasn’t sure when they’d be done, and contemplated murder if not mayhem.Then he saw him. Just strolling in with a shit eating, I’m sorry I’m a jerk grin, on his face and if Stiles legs weren’t asleep from all the sitting he’d done, well he would have been all up and in Billy’s face. Instead he sat back and made the same noises as everyone else and let Nick wrangle his old friend. They still had work to do. Maybe even enough time to do it too.Hours later and Stiles was beyond exhausted as he waved his new friends goodbye and slid into Derek’s Camaro.“Wow, you smell like you rolled in pizza,” Derek sniffed at Stiles. “I like it. How’d it go?”Stiles swiveled in his seat and beamed at him. “We did it,” he said with a double fist pump. “We won the challenges and got the jobs. They start in about three months. They’ll email details later. But we won. We won.”Derek smiled back at him then carefully pulled out of the parking lot. “So, does that mean you’re staying?” he asked carefully.“Derek, find somewhere safe and pull over,” Stiles said with a sigh. He saw Derek glance at him quickly, saw his fingers tighten around his steering wheel until his knuckles whitened.Derek pulled over into a side street and parked the car. He looked at his lap and played with his own fingers. Stiles reached over and twined his fingers into Derek’s. “Derek Hale, I’m not going anywhere if I can help it, anyway. Unless you want me to that is. My Dad, the pack, we’re here to stay, if you want us to anyway. The Betas are happy to have their Alpha back. Peter and Cora are happy to have their family back. My dad, Chris and Allison are happy to be around a stable and caring Alpha who’s more interested in his Pack’s wellbeing and happiness over his own needs and wants. And me, well if you’ll have me, I never want to leave you, never want to be away from you again. Except, to you know, go to work and shit.”Derek looked up at him and brought their hands to his lips. “So you’re not going anywhere?” he kissed Stiles knuckles slowly.“Only place I’m going to is hopefully bed. With you. Hopefully really soon?” Stiles wheedled.Derek chuckled and turned back to the steering wheel, placing Stiles’ hand on his thigh. “I can get behind that plan. Oh, your dad, Peter and Chris have moved into the pool house. Something about not wanting Peter to try and compete. Also Noah said hearing you call me Daddy was freaking him out. The Betas and Allison are staying in the house.”Stiles covered his face with his free hand. “Oh God. That is so embarrassing. I can’t believe my dad heard me calling you Daddy during sex.My father heard me having sex. No wait. My father heard me having kinky sex.”“Your dad heard us having kinky sex. And my Uncle and all the other wolves avoided the kitchen this morning. Even Maria gave me the side eye and kept sniffing. At least until I cleaned the island to her satisfaction and gave her a pay rise. She honestly deserves it and probably some more staff now that the Pack is here too. I’ll have to ask her.” Derek drove carefully, merging back into traffic.“Yeah she definitely does. Hey, hang on, did you say pool house? You have a pool house?” Stiles asked.Derek chuckled. “Yes Stiles, we, have a pool house and guess what? We even have a pool.”“Cool, so so cool,” Stiles smiled widely. “But I gotta ask you something. The other pack you look after, are they going to be okay with this?”Derek shrugged. “Can’t see why not. I left an Alpha they knew in charge of that pack. I’m not involved in their day to day affairs. I’m their back up when they need it. They shouldn’t be upset about my personal pack. It’s not uncommon to have and an Alpha who appoints another Alpha to care for a pack and then have a smaller personal pack that lives with him. Think about it like having a Prime Alpha and Vice Alphas. Multiple Packs in an area can often come under one Prime. Beacon Hills was always a small territory so it was never an issue there.”“Great, that’s really good. I didn’t want you to have any trouble. So what’s on the agenda?” Stiles asked, relaxing into his seat finally.“Well I was thinking of a shower for you because you really do stink of pizza. Then I thought I’d take you out for a meal and a movie. Then I’d take you back home and make you call me Daddy, over and over again. What do you think?” Derek asked, smirking.“I think I can get behind all of that. Daddy,” Stiles said in as sultry a voice as he could manage. He was rewarded by a growl and a flash of Alpha red eyes. Oh yes, life was made of win, Stiles thought. Competing in this internship had opened doors he’d thought were well and truly locked for him and his family, his Pack. Yes, life was made of win.