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Derek loved having the whole pack around. He grew up with a house full of pack and he loved the chaos that came with it. Every day, his pack seemed to get closer to each other.
When Stiles moved in, it felt like everything was finally complete.
Derek loved sitting with a hot cup of tea and watching the pack. The way that Erica sought physical affection from everyone, scent marking without thinking about it. Boyd was great at stepping in whenever the pack started to bicker, and they all seemed happy to listen to the Beta.
Cora took a while to warm up to everyone. Sometimes Derek could see the child she was before the fire in how she acted. She joined Peter in his quest to make the pack act like a “proper” pack.
Everyone seemed to fall into place under the same roof, and Derek was so happy he decided to build the house as big as he had. He may have brought them all to one place, but Stiles was the one that brought them together.
His joking loosened the lingering stiffness in the born wolves. He branched the gap between born wolves, bitten ones, other creatures, and the humans.
Derek finally had what he had been searching for ever since he lost his family.
And he knew that it was all thanks to Stiles.
There were many good things about moving into the pack house. The food, the beds, the trees blocked the morning sunlight, his dad didn’t need to worry about pack nonsense and broken furniture…
But.
The biggest downside to it all? Previously unimaginable access to Derek in all states of undress.
Last week, Stiles walked into a wall because Derek was in the kitchen making pancakes in just a pair of small black briefs.
Yesterday, Derek hung out on the back porch in just a towel after his shower. Then he shifted into his full wolf form and Stiles caught a glimpse of his human ass and needed to stay seated for a while.
Erica cackled at him all day.
The whole pack had caught on to Stiles’ crush on Derek still being alive and well. He thought he had it under control, but Derek was impossible to ignore now.
And it wasn’t just how Derek looked.
No, it was his whole personality. It was how he stocked up on everyone’s favorite snacks, how he always got up first to make everyone breakfast. And he would drape a blanket over anyone when they fell asleep.
Stiles was pretty sure some of the blankets were handmade. By Derek.
It was the best and worst decision he ever made, moving into the pack house.
“Batman could definitely kick Cap’s ass, you overgrown pond scum.”
Isaac scoffed. “He’s a super soldier. Batman has no superpowers.”
“Batman spent years training in all forms of combat, his suit can withstand impacts.” Stiles flailed his arms. “Cap is only good in close quarter combat, Batman could stay out of reach and win.”
Derek chuckled.
“Got something to say there, alpha mine?”
Derek’s heart swooped at the possessive declaration.
“Come on, out with it. Tell me why you laughed at my logic.”
“Captain America can run faster than almost anyone, Batman couldn’t stay out of reach for long. But they wouldn’t fight.”
“Uh, yeah they would. It’s basically a given that every comic book has at least one volume where good guys go bad. So pretend one is temporarily evil.”
“Isaac, how did you even get sucked into this?”
“He stole my Batman mug!” Stiles huffed. “And then he had the nerve to tell me that I could just grab the Cap mug because, and I quote, Cap is better anyways. I have to defend Batman’s honor.”
Derek nodded.
“Now back to the point. Pick your winner and if it’s not Batman, you’re wrong.”
“Wolverine.” Derek smiled and walked away, leaving Stiles to argue with Isaac.
It really was amazing to have his pack gathered again, with the danger around them at a normal level instead of the hell it had been when the pack first formed.
Stiles looked at the plan for the incoming pack. “This is all wrong.”
Peter crossed his arms. “It’s flawless.”
“You’re treating this like an attack.” Stiles shook his head. “Satomi said they’re a peaceful pack.”
“Deucalion was peaceful too.” Peter snarled. “And we both know how that ended.”
“If you treat everything like a threat, it will be!” Stiles raised his voice. “We can’t keep starting off our meetings with distrust.”
“And we can’t be viewed as weak!” Peter yelled back.
Stiles pulled at his hair, mind working overtime. “I get that, I do. But… we can’t make enemies. We need friends. Allies.”
Peter clenched his jaw.
“This?” Stiles tapped the plans. “We can use this as a base for training. With a few tweaks, it can be used for any threats. But the pack that’s visiting isn’t a threat.”
Peter nodded once and stormed away.
Stiles closed his eyes and took a few breaths.
“He’ll get over it.” Derek quietly assured.
Stiles jumped. “I hate it. Because he isn’t wrong to be cautious, it would be stupid not to with everything he’s seen.”
Derek reached out and cupped Stiles’ neck. “It’ll work out.”
“You know, that shouldn’t work so well on me. I’m not a wolf.” Stiles relaxed.
“But it does.” Derek smiled.
“Should I wait for him to make a new plan?”
Derek shook his head. “Just make it. He’ll be out blowing off steam for a while.”
Stiles nodded and grabbed a new sheet to write on. “It’s not even a plan worthy thing.” He scrawled out meet for dinner. “There, done.”
Derek laughed.
Stiles leaned into the hold even more. “I didn’t mean to piss him off.”
Peter didn’t come back until right before the other pack arrived. He breezed in like he hadn’t spent three days in the preserve, showered, and joined the pack with a smile.
Derek pulled him into a hug. “Glad you’re back.”
“Don’t get all sentimental, nephew.” Peter snarked, but didn’t pull away.
“I would never.”
“So, is that what you’re wearing?” Peter looked Derek up and down.
“Yes.”
“You do know we are rich, right?” Peter sneered, “You can buy better things”
“Shut up, Peter,” Stiles piped in.
“You may not be rich, but you are pack.” Peter turned his gaze. “I would be happy to fix your wardrobe as well.”
“Touch my clothes and die, again.”
Peter sighed dramatically.
“Okay, so, we are going to meet with them, have food and talk, and then head home. No blood shed, no fighting, and keep sarcasm to a minimum.” Derek looked at Peter, Isaac, and Stiles.
“No promises,” Stiles grinned.
Derek enjoyed the dinner, the visiting pack didn’t seem big on traditions or ceremony, which worked well. They relaxed quickly, at ease with the Hale pack.
It was hard to ignore the way Stiles managed to draw everyone in, making sure no one could be forgotten. It was amazing to watch him.
They left dinner with new friends and a solid alliance.
Stiles couldn’t fall asleep. The meeting went well and he wanted to plan a bunch more. If they could secure meetings with all the packs around them, they’d be even more safe.
He went out onto the back deck and found Derek there, fully shifted and curled up on the swing.
“Oh, sorry,” Stiles turned to go back in. “Thought I’d be alone out here. Enjoy”
Derek wuffed at Stiles.
“I do not understand wolf-talk.”
Derek jumped off the swing and tugged at Stiles’ sleeve. Stiles followed Derek over to the swing. He let Derek nose at him and move him into place, laughing when Derek flopped over Stiles’ lap.
Stiles fell asleep with his hand buried in Derek’s fur and woke up with Derek spooning him in human form.
“Der?” he looked over his shoulder, half-relieved to see Derek had on clothes.
“Go back to sleep.”
Stiles laughed and wiggled to face Derek. “It’s morning.”
Derek barely opened his eyes. “It’s technically morning. No one else is awake.”
Stiles chuckled at Derek’s discontent. “I thought you were a morning wolf.”
“Nope.” Derek yawned and shut his eyes. “I just wake up early enough that no one sees me.”
“Ah.” Stiles nodded. “Very wise. But, uh, I see it now.”
“I’ll tell everyone you’re lying.”
“Rude.”
“They’ll believe me.” Derek smirked without opening his eyes.
Stiles huffed. “We should probably get up.”
“Five more minutes.”
Stiles sighed and gave in, slipping back to sleep, head on Derek’s chest. He woke up to Derek trying to get people to leave them alone.
“I’m awake,” Stiles grumbled. “And I was comfortable, you jerks.”
Isaac and Boyd laughed.
“Why?” Stiles tried to throw a pillow behind him, but Derek stopped him.
Derek helped Stiles sit up, “Because the list of people I trust in my kitchen does not include either one of them.”
Derek left Stiles on the porch swing, not pointing out that the list he mentioned consisted of himself and Stiles. He let a few others bake and cook, but he really only trusted Stiles.
He hadn’t meant to fall asleep all night with Stiles, but the insistent movement of Stiles’ hands in his fur had him falling asleep. He woke up after a few hours and planned to wake up Stiles after he got dressed.
Then he booked at the human and knew Stiles rarely slept well, so Derek curled up with him and let him sleep.
When Stiles woke up, Derek pretended to still be asleep to avoid awkwardness.
Not his proudest moment.
The cuddles were worth it.
Stiles smelled so good, relaxed and content. Derek wasn’t sure that he’d ever smelled Stiles that happy before. He wished that he had kissed Stiles when they were laying face to face.
It felt like they had so many of those moments, where it would be easy to just lean in and kiss Stiles.
Derek swore that one day, he’d finally do it.
But not today, apparently.
He sighed and went back to cooking, ignoring the conversation going on outside with Stiles and his Betas.
“Food,” Derek called, loud enough for all the humans to hear.
The pack came stumbling in various states of wakefulness. Stiles was the last to sit, swatting away Isaac’s hands from his food.
“Okay, back here by sundown,” Derek smiled. “I want to get the run started while the humans can still see. If you’re late, you get a fun lesson on tracking down allies.”
Stiles was the last to get up and he started to clear the table.
“Don’t worry,” Derek tried to wave him off.
“You cooked.” Stiles looked towards where the rest of the pack had disappeared to and spoke louder, “And only manner-less assholes don’t offer to help clean up!”
Derek saw it then. A future of mornings filled with them taking care of the pack together. He walked over and took everything from Stiles’ hands.
“I’m serious, I’m cleaning —”
Derek cut him off with a kiss. “It can wait.”
Stiles opened and closed his mouth. “O-Okay.”
Stiles wanted to argue, for a few seconds. But then Derek backed him into a wall and found a perfect position to rock against Stiles.
It was everything he dreamed of since that first time Derek slammed him into a wall, but better.
Derek’s scruff left sensitive skin everywhere it touched and Stiles was having trouble remembering to breathe.
“Not here,” Stiles groaned. “Room, beds, hell, the shower. Please, take me somewhere we can finish this. Over and over and over. So many times,” he rambled. “Please.”
Derek chuckled against Stiles’ neck. “Whatever you want.”
“I am so holding you to that. I have, like, a whole list of requests.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, like, you carrying me to the closest place we can get naked.”
Derek nipped Stiles’ neck. “And then what?”
Stiles moaned and bucked against Derek at the rumble in Derek’s voice. “Then, uh, we get naked.” Stiles tried to think more, but the stimulation was all so much.
“Hold on,” Derek chuckled.
Derek lifted Stiles easily, barely needing one hand under Stiles’ ass to keep him steady.
“Show off.”
Derek flashed his eyes and smirked. “Perks of having an Alpha boyfriend.”
“Oh yeah.” Stiles agreed, “So many perks.”
Stiles started to roll his hips against Derek, holding on tightly and chasing the sparks of pleasure. Derek kept growling and Stiles enjoyed every sound he got.
“I bet another perk is stamina, huh? Bet I could just sit like this and you’d hold me up and fuck me for hours, huh?” he paused to moan and enjoy their cocks rubbing together.
Derek blushed. “Only after I get off the first time.”
Stiles stopped moving and thought it over. “That… is so fucking hot.”
“Oh?” Derek smiled genuinely.
“Oh yeah,” he nodded, “so hot. Gonna have so much fun seeing how fast I can get you off before we fuck.” Stiles took a breath, “do you know how it’s going to feel? I get to suck you off and that taste will be on my tongue when we fuck.”
“Stiles, shut up.” Derek groaned.
Stiles bit down on Derek’s neck. “Just get us to a room. Now.”
“Then stop distracting me.”
Stiles laughed. “Never.”
“Close the door,” he snarled once they got to the room.
By the time Stiles managed to close and lock it, Derek was naked.
“Do you like those clothes?” Derek stalked forward, eyes red and claws out.
“They can be replaced,” Stiles grinned.
Derek ripped through Stiles’ clothes and shook the scraps free once he retracted his claws. Then he pulled Stiles into another kiss, pressing their bodies together.
Without clothing, Stiles couldn’t get the right angle to rub against Derek, but it felt so much better this way. “Wait, wait, wait,” Stiles reached between them and gripped Derek’s cock.
“Stiles!” Derek slammed a fist into the wall next to Stiles’ head. “Warning!”
Stiles laughed and lined up their cocks, “Oh holy god.”
Derek’s claws dug into the wood and his fangs were peeking out. “Stiles.”
“I got you, come on,” Stiles took a breath. “Fuck my hand, Derek. Come on, come on, come on, that’s it. So good.”
Derek was watching where Stiles was holding them together, his pace faltering as his orgasm drew closer.
“Look at that, so close, come on,” Stiles babbled, “gonna smell like you, alpha. Everyone is gonna smell your mark.”
Derek held back a howl as he came, shaking through the waves of pleasure.
“Gonna cum.” Stiles hummed. “So close.”
Derek kissed him deeply, claws still dug into the door.
Stiles could feel every emotion Derek was trying to put into the kiss, drowning out every other sensation. Derek was all but begging Stiles to cum, and Stiles obliged.
“We are so doing that again, so many times.”
“I think that can be arranged,” Derek grinned.