Just because Stiles isn't a werewolf doesn't mean that he can't be pack, doesn't mean that he doesn't fit into the role of Alpha, doesn't mean they can't be that close. Maybe it won't have the same words, but they can still fit together the way Derek craves. And he's not the only one.
Stiles wanted it from practically the first moment he'd seen Derek, before that night in the woods, and the crush he'd carried had only grown more intense and, in his mind, less and less attainable as time progressed. He missed the signs that said Derek felt the same, because Derek was terrible at letting his emotions show. Now, he realizes that he was probably the last to know, that it was likely everyone around them suspected there was more going on than the nothing that was.
Stiles grins as Derek's breath hitches on knotted. Derek is shaking in his arms, leaning in like he's desperate, like he's unable to do anything but arch for more, and he's moaning and the sound shivers through Stiles' body, the sound electric.
Derek presses in against his jaw and says it all, how much he wants it, how he's wanted him and all the things he's wanted. Wanted Stiles to join him as a wolf, wanted to be mates, wanted children. It means so much more than anything he could have said, and maybe there's a twinge of regret, that he hadn't offered him the bite. He had said no to Peter because it hadn't been Peter that he'd wanted.
He knew, though, that if he'd taken it, if he'd let himself be turned, that wouldn't have prevented this, this darkness that had taken him over, the demon that resided with him. And he wouldn't have wanted it to. He's happy like this, he's different but little has changed in many ways. He's still Stiles, still himself underneath it all and behind those ink black eyes. He's just powerful.
"It's not too late," Stiles coos into Derek's skin, and he pushes him harder against the wall with his whole body, holding him there, possessing him, making a show of his control. He wants this just as much as Derek does, maybe more - it's hard to know - wants to belong, wants Derek all to himself, to be mates, all of it. His hands drop to Derek's waist and he's undoing the button and the zip, because teasing is one thing but he needs to be touching him, now.
"We can have that," he kisses Derek's jaw and bites at his full lips as his hands slip down into Derek's jeans beneath his boxer briefs, pushing them down and very soundly groping his ass. "All of it," he adds between kisses, hands moving to his own jeans to undo them and push them down.
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Date: 2013-10-01 09:27 pm (UTC)Stiles wanted it from practically the first moment he'd seen Derek, before that night in the woods, and the crush he'd carried had only grown more intense and, in his mind, less and less attainable as time progressed. He missed the signs that said Derek felt the same, because Derek was terrible at letting his emotions show. Now, he realizes that he was probably the last to know, that it was likely everyone around them suspected there was more going on than the nothing that was.
Stiles grins as Derek's breath hitches on knotted. Derek is shaking in his arms, leaning in like he's desperate, like he's unable to do anything but arch for more, and he's moaning and the sound shivers through Stiles' body, the sound electric.
Derek presses in against his jaw and says it all, how much he wants it, how he's wanted him and all the things he's wanted. Wanted Stiles to join him as a wolf, wanted to be mates, wanted children. It means so much more than anything he could have said, and maybe there's a twinge of regret, that he hadn't offered him the bite. He had said no to Peter because it hadn't been Peter that he'd wanted.
He knew, though, that if he'd taken it, if he'd let himself be turned, that wouldn't have prevented this, this darkness that had taken him over, the demon that resided with him. And he wouldn't have wanted it to. He's happy like this, he's different but little has changed in many ways. He's still Stiles, still himself underneath it all and behind those ink black eyes. He's just powerful.
"It's not too late," Stiles coos into Derek's skin, and he pushes him harder against the wall with his whole body, holding him there, possessing him, making a show of his control. He wants this just as much as Derek does, maybe more - it's hard to know - wants to belong, wants Derek all to himself, to be mates, all of it. His hands drop to Derek's waist and he's undoing the button and the zip, because teasing is one thing but he needs to be touching him, now.
"We can have that," he kisses Derek's jaw and bites at his full lips as his hands slip down into Derek's jeans beneath his boxer briefs, pushing them down and very soundly groping his ass. "All of it," he adds between kisses, hands moving to his own jeans to undo them and push them down.