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Unfortunately, Derek didn’t have time to analyze what happened, not just now. Stiles was safe, his heart beat was steady, he was just unconscious. But he was alive and well. Kali, on the other hand… He didn’t expect Ennis to kill her. Especially not in front of everyone.
Derek needed to get his pack out of there, he needed to talk to the remaining Alphas on his own. Plus, he wasn’t sure they were out of trouble yet.
‘Get Stiles and go to the house, take both the cars. Make sure he’s ok and call his father. Lydia, before you leave, please break the circle.’
The pack left quickly enough and Ennis didn’t seem to mind. As he spoke, he looked Derek straight in the eye.
‘I apologize for what she did. But I am sure Stiles will be fine.’ The older Alpha smiled. ‘He’s strong, for a human. And incredibly loyal, apparently. Kali picked the wrong person to mess with.’
‘Why did she do it?’, Derek asked.
Ennis rolled his eyes. ‘She wanted you to join us. I wouldn’t let just anyone come with us, but you have proven yourself, Derek. You are a good alpha. And I am sure, that with training and a bit more live altering experiences, you would be as good as us.’
‘You mean … as ruthless as you.’
‘Hm… Thorough. I don’t think we’re ruthless. Kali was stupid, and blinded by her stupid crush that she apparently had on you. I think she felt close to you because she also lost her family in a terrible fire. Sometimes she would ignore the fact that she was the one who caused it. So…’ Ennis smiled at Derek, a fake comforting smile that reminded Derek of Peter. ‘Unlike you, she was broken without repair’.
Derek nodded. ‘You didn’t have to kill her.’
‘No, I didn’t.’ Ennis crouched over the woman’s body and took a ring off her finger. It was a simple, silver ring with a small triangle on it. ‘The offer stands, Derek Hale. She thought that if she’d kill your pack, you’ll join us, for lack of a better option. But I don’t think that would convince you.‘
‘If I say no, will you kill them?’ Derek’s heart was, suddenly, beating faster than it should.
‘No. Thorough, not ruthless. If you want to come with us, you can. They will be left alone.’
Derek swallowed, his throat was very dry. ‘Thank you for the offer, Ennis. I… think I appreciate it. But I don’t think I am… good for the job.’
Ennis raised an eyebrow and chuckled. ‘That’s what you’re going with?’
Derek smiled. ‘I don’t want to leave them. I’ve found a family again.’
‘Yes, it seems so. Well, Hale, we’ll be off your backs. Hopefully, we won’t have to meet again in this lifetime. The twins will take care of the body, go calm your pups. And… Please apologize to Stiles for me. He really didn’t deserve what the bitch did to him.’
‘No, no he didn’t.’
•••
Stiles woke up with a bit of a headache. He was expecting worse, so he was fine. And in Derek’s bedroom. He washed his face and teeth and when he saw his backpack on one of the chairs, he decided to take an Adderall. Then, he called his father, who of course knew everything that happened already.
‘Kiddo, I’m really sorry, but I think I’m going to have to go away for a bit.’
‘Away?’
‘There’s a serial killer two counties over that killed 7 women in the last week. They asked for all the help they could get and, I know it’s Christmas but you know everyone at the station has big families and even though I feel like I am the worst father alive because I’m leaving you alone now… Well… you won’t be alone, will you?’
Stiles smiled.
‘And you’ll be safe.’
‘Ugh. I hate you and your selflessness. Just… please be careful. And you better make sure you get me an amazing Christmas gift.’
‘Love you kiddo.’
‘Yeah, me too.’
When he went into the living room, all the pack was there. They stopped talking when they heard Stiles approach. They were all staring, but nobody said anything. Erica was coming back from the kitchen with a cup of hot coffee, black, a bit of milk and cinnamon, just how Stiles liked it. He sat down on the couch, the blonde curled up on his side.
They still weren’t saying anything. Fucking werewolves. And Lydia. Why they were all so tense?
Stiles puffed and rolled his eyes. ‘Well? Are they gone?’
‘Yes. Yes, they’re gone. You… ‘ Lydia was looking at the ground as she tried to find her words.
‘Yes yes yes I know, I was amazing and you all forever grateful for my awesomeness’. Stiles took a look at the red book lying on the coffee table and snapped his fingers in three different directions of the room, lighting up some scented candles.
‘Why do you smell like blood?’ Stiles blinked a few times, because Peter screamed. And all the werewolves were tense again. Except Derek. Who was near the window, looking straight at Stiles and trying not to laugh. He didn’t succeed, so they were both laughing like idiots soon enough.
Stiles took a long breathe to calm himself down. ‘Well, Peter, you of all people should’ve known it wouldn’t take me that long to brand myself.’
‘BRAND?’ Lydia and Scott both screamed at the same time. At this point, Derek was laughing so hard that there were tears on his face.
‘You’re one annoying Alpha, you know that? Jerk.’
Stiles showed them his tattoo and of course everybody liked it. It was a statement; it was a symbol of his submission to Derek and his loyalty to the pack. Peter gave him a gentle smack on the back and called him an idiot. But that was a sign of affection so Stiles just mumbled ‘fuck it’ and hugged the older werewolf.
A few hours later, almost all the pack was still in the living room, mostly on the floor, sleeping. Peter left a while back, saying he needed a few thousand drinks. Someone moved the coffee table and the few beanbags that were in the center of the room, and all the blankets and the pillows in the Hale house were now on the soft carpet that was in front of the couch. Stiles was still incredibly tired, but he decided he wouldn’t sleep just again.
Guilty pleasure, remember? He needed to analyze how the pack was sleeping. Lydia was on the couch, because she was the human girl of the pack and the general queen of everything. But her hand was on the ground, clenched to Isaac’s, who was sleeping right next to the couch. Stiles didn’t wonder when the two of them started liking each other or when they actually started to be so close, but he was curious when Lydia stopped loving Jackson. Well, Lydia will always love Jackson, one way or another, but Stiles was glad she moved on.
Scott was between Isaac and Stiles. He had his back to Isaac, but their legs were tangled. His best friend was facing him and just barely touching his shoulder. On his other side, Erica was between him and Derek. He wasn’t sleeping and didn’t seem to mind. The blonde was on her side, facing Stiles, her hand over his stomach. Derek was on his back, one foot lazily thrown over Erica’s. But the two of them were holding hands, right above the girl’s head.
Stiles felt good. Peaceful. This sleepover didn’t feel weird at all; it felt right being on the floor, in the middle of the living room of the Hale house, cuddled up with werewolves. His pack. Then Stiles realized that it wasn’t actually a sleepover.
He wanted to tell Derek, but even if he’d whisper it, he’d wake the werewolves. So he squeezed the Alpha’s hand. When he was certain he saw it, Stiles mouthed ‘pack pile’. Derek smiled and shook his head. He mouthed ‘puppy pile’.
•••
All the pack spent Christmas Eve with their families, and because Stiles’ dad wasn’t back yet, he had dinner with Scott and his mom.
The next night, a pack meeting was held at the Hale house, which was, in fact, just a movie night. They agreed they won’t buy each other any presents, they’d just bring over food and sweets and things to drink. Stiles and Erica made cookies and cupcakes and while they were still at his house, he gave Erica a small jewelry box. She complained, ‘I thought we weren’t getting gifts, I didn’t get you anything’. Stiles explained that he didn’t want to buy her anything, but he just saw it and couldn’t help himself. In the end, the blonde loved the small silver pendant shaped as Batman’s signal.
The movie night ended up being just another puppy pile sleepover, a bit amplified because of all the sugar and eggnog in their system. But this time, Isaac was sleeping on the couch, holding Lydia in his arms, and Stiles was between a snoring Erica and Derek. They were the last ones to go to sleep, once again, holding hands. The werewolf gave him one quick kiss before he fell asleep on Stiles’ chest.
In the morning, before he left home, he managed to snuck into his Alpha’s room and leave him a small bag on his desk. Stiles was made to brake rules, so of course he got him a gift, an awesome Doctor Who t-shirt.
It took Derek all day to text him, the sun was setting when Stiles’ phone buzzed.
From: Derek
We said no gifts!
To: Derek
Rules are made to be broken, Mr. Alpha.
From: Derek
What am I going to do with you?
To: Derek
Do I really need to answer that? ;)
From: Derek
:) Thank you. I love it.
To: Derek
Figures. I may or may not have a matching one.
From: Derek
You brought the same shirt for yourself?
To: Derek
Nope. I got one that kinda matches.
From: Derek
Oh. What is it?
To: Derek
Why don’t you come over and I’ll show you?
From: Derek
… Subtle.
To: Derek
:D No, but really. We’ll order pizza.
From: Derek
Stiles?
To: Derek
??? Yes?
To: Derek
I’m here.
The doorbell didn’t ring, but Stiles opened the front door just as Derek was parking the Camaro.
‘How did you know I was going to invite you over?’
Derek shrugged. ‘I didn’t.’
‘That doesn’t even surprise me anymore. But hey, at least you’re using the door!’
Derek locked the door behind him and took off his jacket and shoes. Stiles just grinned at him and ran up to his room, two stairs at a time.
When the werewolf got to his room, he was looking a bit confused, but before he could say anything, Stiles was pinning him to the wall and kissing him. And, once again, it was fast and desperate, and his heart was beating very, very fast in a few seconds, but Stiles couldn’t help it, nor did he want to.
Derek put a hand on the back of Stiles’ neck and the other on his ass, and a couple of moments later, it was slowly getting into his jeans. They broke the kiss long enough to get their shirts off, and the heat the werewolf was giving was driving Stiles insane.
He managed to keep his focus long enough to quickly unzip Derek’s jeans and slip a hand in them. The way the werewolf moaned made Stiles shiver. He was on his knees and taking off Derek’s boxers in a matter of seconds.
He wanted to tease, he wanted to just kiss and not suck, he wanted to keep his hands on Derek’s hips and not on his cock, but he couldn’t. Stiles decided he would do anything and everything just to make the Alpha moan.
He looked up and saw that Derek was looking at him, eyes wide and mouth open. The boy faked a growl, Derek’s cock still in his mouth, and that seem to make the werewolf insane, because the next thing he knew, Stiles was on his bed, jeans thrown god knows where, and his Alpha right on top of him.
Their kissed some more, this time soft and slowly. Derek licked and sucked on several different parts of Stiles’ neck and when he began moving, erections rubbing and their hands tangled together, Stiles thought he was going to have a heart attack.
He didn’t. In fact, that was the best night of his life. And it was all thanks to Derek Hale, the werewolf with a broken heart and trust issues. Well. The werewolf who used to have a broken heart and trust issues, his Alpha, the one who he helped the most.
•••
It was late at night, but neither of them could sleep. Derek’s head was on the boy’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, fingers aimlessly touching his tattoo. Stiles was playing with the werewolf’s hair.
‘Stiles? You know you’re completely insane, right?’
‘Uhm. Yeah. But what makes you say that?’
Derek held his hand and looked up into Stiles’ eyes. ‘You fucking killed yourself. ‘
‘Well, yeah, but I didn’t really, that was just a hallucination. And, I mean, it helped, didn’t it?’
‘As always. You’re always amazing like that, helping everyone in the pack, even if they don’t particularly ask for it.’
Stiles was blushing. ‘I’m really not amazing. It’s in my blood, remember?’
And that was the most annoying thing about Stiles, Derek thought. The fact that he didn’t even realize how amazing he was.
‘You’re not lying. And you’re the stupidest man on this Earth, completely oblivious to your strengths and abilities. You really don’t realize how much you’ve helped, me and the pack, how good you are for us. And that’s fucking sad and I’m going to make it my personal project.’
‘Personal… project?’ Stiles raised an eyebrow.
Derek ran a finger over the boy’s tattoo, because he really couldn’t get enough of it, of what it meant for them. ‘Yeah, personal project. 5 year plan: make Stiles Stilinski realize he’s one of the best human beings to ever walk this Earth’.
Stiles giggled. ‘I’m not, though. Am I? Completely human.’
Before he could think of an answer, Derek felt cold raindrops fall on his back. He panicked for a second, because they were in Stiles’ room, in his bed. But the evil grin the boy was supporting just made Derek kiss him again.
And again. And again. And again.
Fucking magic.