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Entering his cousins hotel room, with a low groan as the scents of them fills his nose even as the emptiness of the space hits him. Pouting in disappointment he shakes his head as he closes the door behind him, letting out a low sigh he starts to strip out of his dirt and grass stained clothes. Leaving them in a pile on the floor he helps himself to the shower with a a quirk of his lips, knowing Miguel and Carlos they wont be gone for long.
He showered quickly before drying himself off with a fresh towel, as he heads to the main room. Stretching up onto his tip toes with a low groan, Stiles tosses his used towel onto the unused desk as he lets himself flop down onto the freshly made bed. Wiggling into the cool sheets with a low purr like sound, he allows himself to relax as his eyes drift shut and he focuses into his own personal web of bonds.
Each thread had their own color and feel, his dads was a deep rich chocolate brown that radiated security and protection, Melissa's was a pale pink that fluctuated between its hues though was more often that light pale tone that spoke to him of unconditional love and nurturing. When she had been alive his mothers had been a similar tone though it was intermixed with silver and turquoise; while to most those three tones would make an odd fluctuation to him it was just simply the colors of mom, comfort and home, safety.
Miguel and Carlos's bond color had been always deep rooted in red and indigo but as of the last few weeks as the bond started to deteriorate the color shifted into a more solid blue speaking to him of Integrity, loyalty and a love that while now still heavily tinted with passionate lust was dulling into familial love. Scott's was still so firmly entrenched in blue and yellow that Stiles couldn't help but consider the other boy as a Dory. While he might be forgetful and easily distracted there was no hiding his true nature. Scott was just so full of optimism, cheerfulness, loyalty and integrity, but equally impatient and critical.
But now other bonds were starting to grow, with out his reaching out to forge them, they were growing as his social group grew. Allison's frail and thin but the color a deep dark gray spotted with silver and black even as it was growing in strength. Lydia's larger and stronger then the others in this new secondary tree, bright shimmering gold and pale daisy yellow. One that felt like Danny all cool lemon yellow and refreshing grass green, another that felt like Jackson. Pausing at that one to give a shudder before examining that fledgling bond, it like Allison was thin but Jackson's colors were nearly putrid in their mix and combination; indigo, purple and acidic turquoise-green, as he fights with his own self-worth.
Then their was Derek's bond which was it's own bond thick and wide like a tree trunk and like nothing he had ever seen before. There were no colors too it, no definite feeling of who he was perhaps because Stiles had yet to really see Derek's true self as the man kept himself apart and hidden. With the battle of Beacon Hills over with and Stiles learning the last piece of the puzzle of the mans history. Well he can understand why Derek would keep himself so hidden and separate from others. Reaching out mentally to touch this bond he couldn't get a feel of, he pauses to hover above it wondering if he should let it mature.
Before he could make up his mind a touch of something frigid and slick slides down his spine, shocking him out of his meditation. Letting out a yip of surprise, Stiles finds himself cuffed to the bed, arms above his head, legs spread wide as what could only be a chunk of ice is moved along his back in a teasing pattern. Sighing softly he relaxes into the bondage, the feel and scent of his cousins. This didn't feel like anything they had done before, while they didn't always play roughly and were quite content in vanilla sex it had never felt like this. It had never felt like a goodbye. Shivering Stiles lets his eyes slip shut as he gives himself over to their wills once more and to what felt like the last time they would be together like this.
None of them broke the silence after all what could they call each other as they say goodbye? The once sweet endearments were no longer appropriate, their bond was breaking apart. Fingers caressed, stroked and tease as they dragged the startling cold ice along his skin before making him gasp as blistering hot tongues lapped at the water trail. Face pressed into his pillow, Stiles shifts it just enough that he could breath easily even as he keeps his eyes closed.
It felt right that he kept this moment bathed in near silence and partial anonymous sex. If he broke out of this mindset he could easily recognize his cousins by touch, but he allowed himself to drift deeper into this zen like state. Allowing his body to just react to the touches, the sensations and the feel of the room but not to them, not to Miguel and Carlos any more. After this he is no longer theirs in any way but as their baby cousin; an omega in their family.
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A hot breath ghosted down his crack, before a hand spreads his cheeks apart, while another set of hands stroke along his sides. They slide up back over his ribs, making sure to be just firm enough not to tickle before they slide up his arms as he drifts further only to groan at the slick press of a tongue against his entrance. He shudders while letting out a little whimper, shifting as he is helped to raise his torso as a body situates themselves before him.
The tongue and warmth of the body behind him pulls away, only to be moved into the position they wanted him in. He gives himself over to the sensations as the hands guide and move him; allowing him to float in this mind set. Fingers card through his hair as he slides onto his knee's, ass high as he was pushed to rest on his elbows.
He cries out as a chilled tongue is dragged up his taint and over his rim, swirling and teasing just as his bottom lip is brushed with a tip of a cock. Licking his lips at the touch, before leaning forwards to take it into his mouth. Sucking and swirling on it just as the now warm tongue is pressed into his hole.
After that it was nothing but sensations, the glide of fingers, cock, tongue; the beading of sweat and moisture, the taste of precome and slick, the sounds of sex filling the room even in their softness. The end was sudden and corresponded with the final break of their bond, a bond that started and ended in sex.
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Carlos and Miguel pull away slowly, panting for breath as they quietly uncuff Stiles from the bed before leaving him on the bed to shower. Now was not the time for aftercare or comfort, no they all needed to concentrate on their bonds and make sure they were sound. Carlos and Miguel needed to reaffirm their bonds to each other as Alpha to beta, as mates just as Stiles needed to ground himself in his familial and friend bonds.
Aftercare and comfort would come later once they were at their Uncles house with Stiles in tow. They would put a movie on or something as they reconnected as family once more. They were quiet during their shower, silently cleaning each other of come and saliva to erase the sent of Stiles from their skin; where as Stiles would was just to get rid of the physical evidence nothing more.
“Took you two long enough, now hurry up and check out I want to go home!” Stiles calls to them a small smile pulls at his lips while he sits on the back of Carlos's bike waiting for them. Their saddle bags already strapped to the sides, since Stiles had cleaned up the hotel room for them.
Chuckling to themselves they head to the office to check out, both of them wasn't necessary for checking out but it was just another way of helping to separate who they once were to who they are now.
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Shifting on his feet Derek sniffed at the air, frowning hard as a scent of outsiders hit him; it was just a faint trace nothing more. Snarling low in his throat he couldn't stop the shift to beta form, just as Stiles is entering his room. Grabbing the teen and slamming him into the wall with a red eyed glare, lowering his head he drags the tips of his nose along the boys throat to take in his scent; thick and lush at his pulse point, desperate for the familiar scent to make sure the boy was safe.
It had been to long since he had scented him, taking it deep into his lungs. After Kate he hadn't thought he would find a mate. Hadn't accounted for Stiles and his perfect scent and that fire deep inside. He hadn't been prepared for it, was still so messed up thought himself so undeserving that he allowed himself to sabotage his chances with that boy.
Derek breaths in deeply only to toss his head back with a bellowing scream of rage, fangs lengthening further as his claws pierce the drywall behind Stiles. He's barely containing his fury as he stands their shaking, trying to stop the shift from progressing further.
“Why do you smell of Coyotes?” He snarls out the words sounding barely human even to his own ears as Stiles stands frozen between his arms. His eyes were wide in surprise and something else, something underneath their depth flickered. He didn't smell of fear, no Stiles never smelled of fear around him, but his scent was different, sharp and tangy; crisp on the back of his tongue, but over layering that scent was the rank stench of Coyote.