#agent hale

Derek is silent for a few hours, allowing them both to drift until he can’t take it anymore and he nuzzles his snout against Stiles's neck, lapping at the salted skin. He can smell Stiles’s scent change almost at once, becoming aware of him.

The werewolf moves down, pushing up the younger man’s shirt with his nose and licking his belly button, growling lowly. He drops his muzzle to Stiles’s crotch, pressing against it insistently, trying to lick and scent him through the clothes.

Stiles is barely aware of what’s happening, hands moving to get his pants off when he feels the pressure against them. After he gets them off and down, his hands fall and he starts to drop back out again.

Derek glances up at Stiles, grin tugging at his werewolf lips when Stiles starts snoring lightly and he flops the younger man over onto his stomach carefully. He swipes the pants down quickly, boxers and all, setting them aside before pressing his wet nose between Stiles’s plump ass cheeks.

“Ohhhh,” Stiles moans out in his sleep, head rested on his jacket.

The sound causes Derek to still, the tip of his nose rested against Stiles’s whorled rim for a moment before he starts nudging it, breathing him in as deep as he can. At once, Derek’s long, slick cock pokes out from it’s sheath and he tilts his head. He laps the skin, paws gripping Stiles’s ass cheeks to spread them wide as he arches the younger man’s hips back.

“Der-eh… mmm.”

The voice still sounds sleepy, but Derek watches him, listens to the steady breathing and beats of his heart. He’s still fast asleep, but his mate calling out to him in his sleep causes Derek to whine longingly. It makes him want to climb atop Stiles and knot him at once, but he keeps himself back.

Stiles still needs to be prepared, so Derek rolls his tongue over the muscle to relax it as much as he can and then spears his tongue against the lax hole until it presses in. He’s mindful of his teeth as his tongue stretches out long and wide.

“Mmm… good boy.”

Derek almost pulls back, but then he feels Stiles’s fist curl in his fur and pull him close. He meets the younger man’s eyes and wriggles his tongue inside of Stiles, causing him to jerk and moan loudly.

“D-Derek,” Stiles breathes out and rocks back on the tongue, rubbing his dripping cock on the grass, “God, are you gonna take me like this, big guy?” he starts bucking more frantically on the tongue, fucking himself on it when Derek stops moving, but then he feels it curl inside of him each time he comes down on it and his mouth drops open.

Derek lets the younger man work himself up for a while, tongue rubbing his prostate and then he wraps his paw around Stiles’s cock, keeping it still as Stiles fucks into his grip.

Stiles pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he humps down, breath catching in his throat at the soft, tight squish of the pads of Derek’s paw. His cock is red, almost purpling, a stark contrast against the black of Derek’s fur, “Derek-oh! Derek…” He groans in frustration when Derek tugs his cock down, long tongue pulling back out of him and Stiles watches with wide eyes as the alpha tongues at his slit.

He comes almost at once, watching the pearly white liquid spurt over the werewolf’s muzzle, “Oh my-” he stops when Derek moves back up to mount him. Stiles can’t help but stare as the fat, pointed tip of Derek’s pink cock presses blindly, sliding against his leg and then up his backside.

Derek huffs when he misses a few times, but then the slick head catches on Stiles’s rim and he punches in like a bullet, skewering the younger man on his long wet length. He starts humping at once, knot slamming against Stiles’s spread hole as he’s filled again and again.

“Oh, fu~uh-…” Stiles’s hands curl into fists against the jacket as Derek thrusts wildly, catching his breath in pants as the werewolf jabs into him repeatedly. He misses, wet cock slipping out and jamming against his ass cheek a couple of times. Stiles reaches up to grab his come-covered muzzle, scratching the fur but also holding on as he’s flattened under the weight of the large wolf.

Derek is massive above him, long black fur brushing his back and tickling his skin. His tight hole flutters as he gets hard again, come drizzling down from the tip as he listens to their sex. It’s obnoxiously loud, not only his shouts and moans, but the squeaky, squelching smoosh of fluid and flesh every time Derek fucks into him.

“Fill me, big guy,” Stiles breathes out when Derek starts testing the knot against him, “Push it in, I can take your knot.”

“Come again, first,” Derek responds lowly.

Stiles chuckles and turns to him, “I’m close,” he whimpers between thrusts, leaning in to kiss Derek’s thin lips. He runs his tongue along the skin until Derek opens up and then Stiles wraps his mouth around one of the long, sharp canines. He can’t even explain why he does it, but it causes Derek to whine and stammer out his thrusts for a moment.

“Sorry, buddy,” Stiles says and starts to turn away before Derek’s long tongue is filling his mouth, nearly choking him and causing him to gag. He comes almost instantly, hand gripping the fur behind Derek’s ear as he winces painfully at how sensitive he is this time around.

Derek jams his knot against the rim once the pulsing stops and he pops inside, swelling as he comes. He starts to pull out again, on instinct, and drags Stiles back a few feet.

“Derek!” Stiles’s eyes widen, his hips shifting back to follow Derek and he meets the werewolf’s gaze, “Careful, dude, I’m attached.”

Derek smirks, the look probably twisted from his wolfish features, “I didn’t mean to,” he apologizes, licking Stiles’s sweated skin and pulling them onto their sides, his paw brushing over Stiles’s stomach as he whines lowly.

“Think it took this time?”

“We’ll see.”

“Hello?”

“Uh, hey… dad,” Stiles says tentatively as he lays back on the bed, letting out a huff of breath and running his hand idly over his stomach. He hasn’t even started showing yet and he’s already doing it, almost often enough that it’s morphed into one of his many nervous ticks.

“Stiles!”

“Yup, that’s my-”

“Where the Hell have you been?!” John shouts, interrupting him, “You just leave, you don’t tell me where you’re going, you don’t even call me to let me know that you’re still alive-”

“I-I know dad,” Stiles tries to get a word in, his anxiety already starting to go through the roof, “But-”

“For all I knew, you were murdered and somewhere, dead in a ditch. What the Hell-”

Stiles lets out a slow sigh before raising his voice, “Let me talk!” he waits then, lifting his brows when his dad actually goes quiet, “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t call. Okay? I’m sorry, but I wasn’t in the best state of mind when I left California, I’m sure you already know that. I wasn’t really good at hiding it.”

“California?” John asks in confusion, “You’re out of state?”

“Yeah,” Stiles chuckles and stretches along the bed, staring up at the ceiling of the loft, “Like, New York, out of state.”

“New York? Why-” John goes silent and Stiles can hear it click, the registration as his dad hums and there’s a shuffle over the line, “You’re with Derek Hale.”

Stiles smiles slowly just at the sound of his mate’s name and he nods, even though his dad can’t see it, “Total accident, but yeah. I had to-... I had to be with him.”

“Didn’t he break up with you and ‘ruin your life’?”

“Not on purpose.”

“Not on purpose?” John asks, tone incredulous, “What kind of excuse is that-”

“It’s real complicated, dad-”

“Oh, it’s real complicated, is it?” John responds sarcastically, “It’s not real complicated, son, it’s not. It’s actually quite simple.”

Stiles rolls his eyes, “It’s really not, okay? Now stop, I didn’t call you to argue about what Derek did. I called to-”

“To what?”

“To let you know I’m alive,” Stiles says, frowning, “To… to let you know I’m alive, and to… to hear your voice.”

John is silent and Stiles takes a moment for himself, slowly breathing in and out as the tears prick his eyes.

“I miss you, dad,” he continues then, clearing his voice, “I love you, and-and I know you did a lot for me and I just shit all over it. But I’m serious. I miss you and Scotty, and everyone in California, but I’m not coming back anytime soon.”

His dad stays silent for a long beat after that, Stiles listens to him breathing into his phone as he reaches up to wipe his eyes.

“Are you safe?”

“What?” Stiles asks in confusion, brows furrowing.

“Are you safe?” John asks again, “Are you happy with him? Is he taking care of my boy? Is he feeding you and treating you nice? Because if not, I swear I’ll come up there and skin him alive.”

Stiles chuckles and shakes his head - the sentiment is nice, it’s not even remotely possible, but it’s nice, “He’s been good, dad, real good. He got me sober, he feeds me, he…” he glances down again, touching his belly and smiling once more, “I’ve never been this happy before. I haven’t. He’s just… he loves me, you know he loves me, you saw it yourself.”

“I did,” John confirms, but Stiles can hear the skepticism.

“He left because he had to,” Stiles says then, trying to justify Derek’s actions so that his dad doesn’t completely hate him, “He’d never leave me if he had a choice. He had to, daddy. It wasn’t easy for him, either. But we’ve both changed and… and I don’t want you to hate him for what he did, because I love him.”

Stiles blinks the tears back, sitting up now and wiping quickly at his eyes but the tears keep coming, “I do-I… I love him so stupidly much. Like, he’s it for me. He’s the only thing-”

“I believe you, son,” John says, and Stiles can tell he’s trying to get him to calm down.

Stiles gasps when he feels arms wrap around him suddenly and he turns to see Derek, the large hulking form of the older man as he pulls Stiles back against his chest.

“Stiles?”

“I’m here,” Stiles responds, smiling weakly at Derek, at the sincere look on his face, “I gotta go, dad, but I’ll call you again soon, okay? I love you.”

“Love you too, son.”

Stiles ends the call and blushes furiously at the large palm resting on his stomach, “Hey there, you’re back early.”

Derek leans in to kiss him and slowly lays back in bed with him, “I need to tell you something.”

“Uh oh,” Stiles sits up on Derek’s chest, his small legs wrapping over the alpha’s belly, “What’s wrong?”

“I lied to you awhile ago, when I told you that I was becoming a field agent again.”

Stiles frowns, “What? I-... I don’t understand-”

Derek clears his throat, pressing his fingers under the large shirt his mate is wearing, “Well, I didn’t exactly lie. They were going to make me a field agent, that’s the truth. But I declined the offer.”

Stiles bites his upper lip for a moment, waiting for Derek to continue, and then lifting his brows when he doesn’t, “Well? Well? Now what? What happened?”

“Instead, when they offered it to me, I quit the bureau.”

“What?” Stiles feels his chest tighten, a sheen of panic washing over him as he stares at Derek, “Why?”

“I hated it there, you know I did-”

“I-I know, but they were gonna make you a field-”

“I hate working for the FBI, Stiles,” Derek says then, pressing his palm to his mate’s chest to calm him down, “I was miserable. So I’m gonna pursue a new career.”

Stiles blinks in surprise, waiting for it, “Doing..?”

“I’m gonna become a Private Investigator.”

Slowly, a grin spreads on Stiles’s face and he leans down, pressing his belly against Derek’s, “So all that talk before about being a PI… that wasn’t just small talk or anything. That was you hinting to this choice?” he brushes his fingers through the alpha’s beard when Derek nods, “You’re gonna be a PI..?”

“I am,” Derek says, palms moving to his mate’s ass, “And if you wanna be one, later on, I’ll have a good foothold in it to help get you started - if that’s what you want.”

“And this is something you want? Like… you wanna be a PI? You aren’t just doing it so that I can later?”

Derek considers the question for a moment, “It’s been on my mind since I moved to New York. I held out on doing anything because-”

“You were waiting for me,” Stiles supplies and feels his eyes prick with tears, “But being a PI isn’t really your dream, is it? It’s-”

“You’re right,” Derek confirms, nodding, “It’s not. Career-wise, I don’t really have a dream; I never have. You know that. I became an agent so that I could find Kate, and I stayed one afterwards because this is my dream, Stiles. If I have one thing I aspire to be, it’s to be with my mate. But that isn’t a career.”

“No, it isn’t,” Stiles says, staring sadly at Derek, “You’re becoming a PI so that I can live my dream, if I take it up later on. Derek… that might not even happen. That’s a big ‘if’, just to change careers, on the off chance that I might wanna work again after having the pup.”

Derek shrugs, “It may not happen, but I want you to have the choice. Stiles…” he lets out a huff of breath, rolling them onto their sides and touching his mate’s stomach, “I don’t need a career dream, something that makes me happy and proud about the job I do. I just need to be able to provide for you, and our pup.”

“Derek-”

“This is my dream,” Derek cuts him off, staring into Stiles’s eyes, “This is what I wanted… even when I didn’t want for anything.” He’s ached for a family since he lost his, he’s not sure that Stiles will ever fully understand it, but he doesn’t need to, he just has to know it, “This is it for me.”

Stiles swallows tightly, feeling the knot pinching at his chest and he leans in, pressing his forehead to Derek’s as he smiles sadly, “This is it for me, too, big guy.”

Stiles curls against the grass when the knot presses in, filling him. The sensation is paired with the warm rush of seed flooding through him, “Oh… fuck.”

Derek growls atop him, wet fur sticking to Stiles’s back, ass, and legs as he rolls them down in the bed of grass. He turns, licking the sweat from Stiles’s cheek and nuzzling him.

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to how big you are now,” Stiles says lowly, tilting his neck to bare it to Derek.

The alpha paws his stomach, down to his spent cock, and then lower to massage his balls.

Stiles moans and smiles as he spreads his legs, his walls flexing around the knot, “Mmm, I don’t wanna go back to the loft tonight.”

“I don’t mind staying another night,” Derek mumbles, nose touching his boy’s lips.

“Could we?” Stiles reaches up to scratch Derek’s cheeks and up to his ears, mouth opening to brush his tongue up over the rough septum of the werewolf’s nose before kissing it, “Another night, knotted under the stars.”

Derek growls in approval, scenting his mate’s breath and whining when the strange, new scent fills his lungs and his hips start thrusting instinctively.

“Oh… fuck,” Stiles’s mouth drops open and his eyes widen when the knot lodges itself a little deeper and rubs insistently at his stretched, sensitive skin. The next thing he knows, Derek is on top of him again, tongue halfway down his throat, cock rocking back and forth inside of Stiles.

The alpha humps him desperately, grasping and panting until he comes again. Stiles thinks it’ll stop there, but then the alpha keeps going at it.

It’s almost like a circle jerk, to the point where Stiles’s prostate has been rubbed raw, and he’s so sensitive that he’s crying and moaning, but all he wants is more. His knees curl up to his stomach, but the weight of it bows him downward to the ground. He drops his hand and brushes the swell of it. At first, he thinks he’s just magically gotten pregnant or something, but then he realizes that he’s full, not full of a baby - not exactly.

“Derek,” he pants, salivating as the werewolf whines, his tail whipping down against Stiles’s calves, “Derek, I’m gonna pop, I swear. If you come again-” and then the alpha comes again. Stiles sobs as his stomach stretches more, “Oh God.”

Derek licks the salt trails from Stiles’s cheeks, but his movements still don’t let up.

“Oh my God, what’s gotten into you, big guy?” Stiles chuckles through his tears, even as his body shakes, “Stop, or it’s gonna start coming out of my mouth or something.”

Derek huffs against Stiles’s lips and growls loudly, “You’re pregnant with my pup.”

Stiles blinks and tries to turn more to look at him, “I’m what?”

“I can smell it… on your breath,” Derek manages to get out the words as his hips continue to punch forward, but then his knot pops out, come flooding out after it.

“Oh… what a mess,” Stiles mutters as he looks down at his legs, blushing furiously. Before he can feel any more embarrassed, a red-faced Derek is turning him over, dropping down between his legs and pressing his lips to his stomach. Stiles watches him and chuckles, “Can you hear anything?”

“Somewhat.”

Stiles scratches up through the big man’s sweat slick hair and then down to his beard, “You nearly just fucked my brains out.”

Derek looks at him, then climbs up and kisses him furiously, the hair of his chest pressing against Stiles’s thinner frame, “I love you.”

“Mmm, love you too, big guy.”

Stiles stares into the mirror, silently touching his puffy chest and watching the fingers sink against the softness. For all intents and purposes, he’s growing breasts. They’re not anything like a woman’s, he’s not sure if they’ll reach that point, but they’re definitely getting bigger. His hands drop down to his slightly swollen belly, pressing against the solid skin as he feels the small little flutters of the pup inside of him.

Over the past month, he’s gotten used to the little critter doing loop de loops in his belly, diving around and causing the soft, familiar movements inside of him. Derek, so far, was right about the pup being mindful of it’s strength - but he didn’t tell Stiles about the pup’s ability to completely register him.

He feels the soft flutters move forward at once, meeting his fingers and brushing against them before darting back.

Stiles chuckles and looks back up at himself, “You’re gonna be an energetic newborn, I can tell.” He turns to the side, frowning at the shape of his figure because he looks like an alien, body all oddly shaped because of the birth. He’s all sticks for legs and arms, but then he’s got the pouty breasts happening and the pooch of his stomach… it’s completely embarrassing.

He’s about to reach down for his robes when the front door opens and Derek steps inside, the alpha reaching up to take off his jacket as he starts across the room towards Stiles.

“Hey, baby, how was w-” Stiles stops when Derek snatches the robes out of his hands and pulls him in, kissing him roughly, one palm already on his stomach, “Mmm.”

Derek moves his mouth down, wrapping his lips around Stiles’s right nipple, sucking the soft flesh into his mouth and moaning. He takes his own pants off, kicking away his shoes before he growls, maneuvering Stiles back to the bed and climbs on first, presenting himself to the younger man desperately.

Stiles stares at him, mouth drying and he can see the slickness between the cheeks, already prepared for him, “Oh my God,” he mumbles as he climbs onto the bed, over Derek’s thighs to seat himself on the backs of them.

“Please,” Derek breathes out, ass arching up against his cock.

“Oh, Derek,” Stiles moans, eyes widening. He’d wanted, for as long as he could remember them being involved, to have Derek just… come in and take him whenever he wanted, without prompt. And it’s been like this since he took the potion. His mate can’t keep his hands off of him, Stiles has woken up to it numerous times, been interrupted while cooking, or just sitting around feeling like a bloated whale. No matter how he looks or feels, Derek’s on it in seconds.

But when you throw in things like this… it reminds him of the first time he was inside of Derek. The first time the alpha desired his cock, and begged for it, rubbing against him and whining like a bitch.

“You want this, big guy?” Stiles teases him, rubbing his cock head against the slick rim. He smirks when a broken whine escapes Derek’s throat, “Are you sure?”

“Stiles!” Derek bucks his hips back desperately.

Stiles shivers when he presses the head of his cock in, but he keeps it there, rolling the tip in and out of Derek, “Are you sure you want this?”

Derek growls lowly and pushes back, burying Stiles inside of him before he starts moving back and forth, fucking himself on Stiles’s cock.

“Oh my God, Derek.”

Derek feels his attention slipping, the strong scent of his mate taking over and he finally manages to set a steady rhythm between them. He pulls Stiles down onto his back and climbs onto his lap, hands smoothing over the slightly swollen belly as he rides Stiles’s cock, fur starting to grow out on his body when there’s a sudden sharp knock on the door.

Stiles looks up from under Derek’s mass, “What?” he pants in confusion, feeling the alpha still atop him, “Just… ignore it, it’s probably some stupid-Derek?” he turns when the alpha stands up.

“It’s Scott,” Derek mutters as he moves to the door, not even stopping to get dressed when he swings it open.

“Jesus, fuck, Derek,” Stiles squawks, trying to cover himself, “At least give me a second to get decent… or something.” He glances up and if he wasn’t red already, he definitely turns the color of a tomato when he sees Derek and Scott standing there, scenting and whining at each other.

Stiles blinks as he watches them, slowly meandering over with the large robe of Derek’s wrapped tightly around himself, “Uh… is this normal?”

“Pack,” Derek responds gruffly, arms wrapping around Scott finally.

“I missed you,” Scott says and looks past Derek to see Stiles, staring at him with half-lidded eyes, “And you, I missed you, Stiles.”

“Missed you, too, buddy,” Stiles responds, waving awkwardly and then frowning when he sees Isaac behind him, “Uh, D-Derek,” he clears his throat.

Scott shakes his head slightly, “It’s okay, Isaac knows.”

Stiles narrows his brows, “He does? Why?”

“I figured it out myself,” Isaac says then, lifting his hand in a subtle wave, “I’m also dating Allison, so I know about that whole thing, too.”

Derek finally pulls back from Scott and looks at Lahey, “Alright, that explains that. Now, why are you here?”

“He wants the bite,” Scott says, still leaning close into Derek, “Bad things are happening back at the bureau, dude - really bad things that can’t be ignored anymore.”

Stiles feels his stomach twist sickly, “Bad things… like?”

“Deucalion has taken over Deaton’s position,” Scott responds, looking to Derek, “Also, I think he’s a werewolf.”

“Deucalion?” Derek asks in confusion.

“Yeah, you know,” Scott tries to explain, “The higher up dude that controls like… everything. Also, he’s blind, and he sounds way different than he does on the phone.

Derek stares at Scott, eyes widening when the realization dawns on him. He’s talked to the higher up on the phone hundreds of times while working in the bureau, but it’s always been different, altered, “Deucalion is the blind werewolf,” he looks at Stiles.

Stiles gasps and covers his mouth, “Derek-”

“Yeah, he’s blind,” Scott says as he watches the exchange, “That’s what I just said.”

“It’s more than that, Scotty,” Stiles responds, motioning finally for them to come inside, “He’s-Deucalion, that is… he’s-”

“Behind Blue Moon,” Isaac interrupts them as he steps into the loft, “Yeah, we know.”

“That’s how Isaac found out about werewolves,” Scott explains, looking around the loft and scenting the air, “Who else is here?”

“What do you mean?”

Scott doesn’t respond at once, listening out as he mutters, “I hear another…” his eyes fall on Stiles, widening as he looks at his best friend, “Dude, why do you have two heartbeat sets?”

Stiles starts to chuckle before he blushes, “Oh, uh…” he looks to Derek and shrugs, “I mean, they know about werewolves, so..?”

Derek closes and locks the door, moving to Stiles, “They might as well know.”

“Know what?” Isaac asks, lifting a brow.

“Stiles is pregnant,” Derek responds, reaching out to his mate’s belly, “With my pup.”

Scott gasps, “What? How… how is that even-”

“Buddy,” Stiles interrupts him, holding his hand up, “You’re a werewolf.”

Scott continues to stare at Stiles, eyes nearly bulging out of his head as Isaac chuckles and then he finally stumbles forward, reaching a hand out tentatively, “Can-can I feel?”

Stiles looks at Derek, kissing his arm before turning back to Scott, “Go for it,” he says as his mate saunters off to get dressed. He drops his robes carefully from his shoulders, but keeping it wrapped securely around his waist.

Scott grins and moves to Stiles, reaching out to touch his stomach. His eyes get even wider, hands brushing the firm skin as he feels the subtle movement under the skin, “Holy shit, dude... you’re having a little… a little dude.”

“Uh, yeah, buddy,” Stiles responds, smiling widely, “There’s a little person in there.”

“A werewolf,” Derek supplies when he comes back to them, watching his beta touching his mate’s stomach before he turns his attention to the forensic analyst just behind him, “Why do you want the bite?”

“Because I wanna be powerful?” Isaac guesses, looking at him then, “We’ve gotta kill this other werewolf before he takes over.”

“We’re not killing anyone,” Scott says firmly.

“We might have to,” Stiles responds as he looks between them, “Scotty, this fight doesn’t start here. Me and Derek have been dealing with it since I first became an agent.”

Scott looks back at Derek and Stiles, “What do you mean?”

“My uncle,” Derek explains, “He was the one that killed Boyd. He was also a werewolf and I had to kill him because he gave me no other choice. That’s how I became an alpha.”

“You mean Deucalion isn’t even the start of this?”

Derek shakes his head, “No, I’ve been fighting it since before Boyd died.”

“And then what?” Scott asks, pulling his hands back from Stiles, “You just… you left, you bailed out when it got bad?”

“No,” Derek says flatly, narrowing his brows at Scott, “I didn’t have a choice. Deucalion threatened Stiles, I had to leave - he made that clear.”

“He’s gonna destroy everything we know anyway,” Scott responds as he balls his hands into fists, “That’s our home, Derek. It’s your home. We can’t just sit by and watch him do it.”

Derek turns away, moving to the edge of the bed and sitting down, “I know,” he mutters as he looks down, “Stiles and I have talked about it before. But I’m not nearly strong enough to take him down. Even with you and Lahey, and having my family,” he feels Stiles take the spot beside him, the small fingers taking his hand, “He’s too strong.”

“I know that,” Scott says and walks over to Derek as well, taking the other side by him, “But you’re not alone, Derek,” he touched the alpha’s shoulder, meeting his eyes and flashing his own, red and brilliant as he squeezes in reassurance.

Derek gasps, eyes widening, “But… how..?”

“Deaton told me it’s because I’m a true alpha,” Scott explains, “The fighting didn’t stop when you left, Derek. We can make more betas, we can fight Deucalion.”

“We can’t just go on, biting people, Scott,” Derek responds, “And not everyone is going to end up in a situation like you were in.”

“We have others,” Isaac says then, sitting nearby, but keeping his distance as all three of them look to him, “Erica-”

“Our receptionist?” Derek tests, lifting a skeptical brow.

“Our receptionist,” Isaac corrects him, crossing his arms, “Yes. And Jackson.”

“Jackson?” Stiles huffs and shakes his head, “Right. Jackson is a dick, and the only person he cares about is himself.

Isaac sighs, “Okay, yeah, he’s a dick, but he’s on our side and he wants the bite.”

“Is that it?”

“Well,” Scott looks at Derek sheepishly, “I uh, accidentally already gave the bite to one of our new agents.”

“What?” Derek asks, raising his voice, “Scott-”

“I know, okay, it was an accident,” Scott responds, whining, “His name is Liam, and he’s… he’s a good person. After him, I… I gave Lydia the bite.”

Derek growls lowly, “Scott…”

“She would’ve died,” Scott raises his voice, “I didn’t have a choice, okay? She’s my wife.”

“She’s not a werewolf though,” Isaac says then, “She’s a banshee, apparently.”

“A banshee,” Derek lifts his brows, nodding slightly, “Anyone else?”

“Kira,” Scott says, “She’s a kitsune, and Allison and Chris wanna help as well. Brett and his sister, they’re both werewolves, and Deaton, who was an emissary.”

Derek stares at Scott silently for a moment, expression flat as he observes his beta, “You’ve been building an army.”

Scott blushes and shrugs, “Well, yeah. If we wanna beat Deucalion, we’ll need one.”

“So why come to me when you’re an alpha yourself?”

Scott ducks his head for a moment, “I need you,” he says, looking at his hands, “This pack isn’t anything without you, Derek. You know more about this than most of us.”

“I really don’t,” Derek responds, “And I’m… I’m not what I once was.”

“Bull shit,” Stiles says finally, standing up and looking at Derek, “You keep saying that, but you’re wrong.”

“Stiles-”

“No, Derek, goddammit,” Stiles raises his voice, “You’re stronger now; a lot stronger. I know it, I can feel it. And-and you have something worth fighting for. You have me, and you have this…” he motions to Scott, “This pack he’s been building for you.”

“Stiles-”

Stiles takes Derek’s hand, pressing it to his stomach, “And you have this. Derek, this is your dream,” he stares firmly at his mate, “The thing about dreams is… you have to fight for them. If you really, really want this… nothing is gonna stop you. And you know better than I do that this Deucalion guy is a threat to this.”

Derek stares into Stiles’s eyes, swallowing tightly as he turns his hand to take Stiles’s in his, “Alright.” Stiles is right, whether he likes it or not, Deucalion is a threat to their family, and something needs to be done about it.

This chapter and future ones may feel very different as I am solo writing anything new coming in, it's all me.

I'm sorry, it's been so long since I've updated this fic, and it'll probably be a lot longer fer the next chapter. I'm currently werking on original content instead of fanfiction and I just don't have time to post werks like this.

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“Then what do you need?” Stiles questions as he eyes the crate curiously.

Derek slides off the lid from the crate and takes one of the small, odd-shaped little purple bottles from inside and sets it down on the counter, sitting down as he meets Stiles’s eyes, “If you’re ready.”

Stiles swallows as he stares at the bottle, almost a hundred percent sure he knows what it is. There’s really no question about it, he’s been ready for this for… years. He’s been sober long enough and he hasn’t had withdrawals in a while, but he’s still not sure.

“Do you think I’m ready?” he asks quietly, then looks at Derek with watery eyes.

“I wouldn’t have them outside of the freezer if you weren’t,” Derek responds softly, standing back up and moving around to Stiles. He leans down and scents the younger man, “I know you’re ready.”

Stiles nods subtly, trying to let the situation actually sink in as he reaches up and winds his arms around Derek’s neck, pulling him closer and into a hug, “How does it work?”

“You take it,” Derek says as he brushes his lips just under Stiles’s ear, “We mate, and then you’re pregnant, simple as that.”

“Simple as that,” Stiles repeats as he breathes out, hugging Derek tighter for a moment, “And you’re sure it’ll work?”

“I know that the mage that made them was telling the truth,” Derek responds, “Whether or not they’ll work, I guess we won’t really know until it happens. But if I understand it correctly, it holds until you conceive, and then changes, until you have the pup.”

“Which we will do… how?” Stiles asks and finally pulls back, staring up at Derek worriedly, “Because last time I checked, I don’t exactly have a vagina.”

“It’s magic, Stiles,” Derek says as he smooths his palm around the younger man’s waist before resting it on his stomach, “It’s not supposed to make sense outside of that.”

“No, I get that, but like-how are we supposed to know what to do?” Stiles questions, “Like, am I gonna grow a vagina when the time comes or-or are you gonna have to-” he makes a slashing motion with his fingers, “We need to know these things.”

Derek nods in understanding, “I’ll have to remove the pup,” he says as he stares at Stiles, “But there won’t be any lasting effects from that or the pregnancy. Once it’s removed, you’ll be… just as you are now.”

Stiles’s brows slowly bunch up, “Seriously?” he asks in awe, “But I’ll be able to like… feed the pup, right?”

“Yeah,” Derek responds and glances around the kitchen, “I have a paper that explains all of it… somewhere. I’ve been looking for it for months.”

Stiles nods after a moment and reaches out for the small bottle, staring down at it. He trusts Derek completely, the other man wouldn’t have it if it wouldn’t work, there’s no way he’d actually put him in harm.

“Okay, let’s do it,” he says, trying to figure out how to get the bottle open.

“Let me,” Derek offers, reaching out to take it from Stiles and carefully twisting the cap until it pops off.

“Thanks,” Stiles says appreciatively and takes it back from Derek, looking at it for a moment before downing the liquid. Surprisingly, it’s not as horrible tasting as it looks and he sits the empty bottle down on the counter when he’s done, glancing at Derek as he slowly grins, “Okay.”

Derek stares at his mate, recognizing the change in his scent almost at once and, while he’d been expecting as much, he didn’t really anticipate how his wolf would react to it.

“Okay,” he mutters lowly, dropping his head down and scenting the younger man’s neck, breathing in deeply and growling in approval.

“Oh God,” Stiles’s eyes widen and he touches Derek’s shoulders, “That’s hot,” he mumbles, “But before we, you know, do the mating thing, you should probably put the crate back. I dunno if they can go bad, so it’s better to-to just-to just be on the safe side.”

Derek nods and it’s difficult to pull himself away, but he turns and takes the empty bottle, putting the cap back on and putting it in the crate before closing it up completely. They don’t go bad or expire, but he’s kept them in the freezer for safety, and it’s better to get that out of the way now. He sets the crate back in it’s spot at the bottom of the freezer, covering it back up and closing the lid.

Stiles reaches out for Derek’s hand and pulls the other man along, walking backwards out of the kitchen and leading the werewolf to the bed as he tries to contain his excitement.

Derek moves quickly, his free hand brushing up under Stiles’s shirt as he follows, he’s having a difficult time even thinking beyond mating, his thoughts clouded by the younger man’s scent as he backs Stiles up to the bed and leans down to drag his tongue along his neck.

“Derek,” Stiles gasps in surprise and stops when he feels the lip of the mattress against the backs of his legs, reaching up to touch the werewolf’s biceps as he tilts his head to the side.

“Mine,” Derek growls, salivating, tongue practically dripping with it as he shoves Stiles’s shirt up, his other hand moving to pull the sweatpants down his hips.

The low timbre of Derek’s voice all but makes Stiles’s cock throb in anticipation and he scrambles to help get his shirt off. He’s heard Derek vocally stake his claim before, it’s not anything new, but there’s something about it this time that makes him shiver, “Yours,” he confirms.

Derek hums as he moves down, tugging the sweats down Stiles’s thighs as he kisses along the younger man’s belly before turning him around and spreading his cheeks. His fingers curl around Stiles’s legs as he pushes him against the bed, holding him in place as he drags his tongue over the whorled rim.

“Oh-oh my god,” Stiles splutters and his eyes widen, fingers digging into the comforter on the bed as he looks back at Derek from over his shoulder. He’d ask what the Hell has gotten into the other man, but he’s pretty sure he knows - he just hadn’t anticipated it effecting Derek like this.

Derek pulls Stiles’s hips back against his mouth, his right hand moving to wrap around the younger man’s cock, turning and nipping gently along Stiles’s right cheek before urging his tongue inside.

Stiles lets out a pitiful sounding whine before he’s able to stop himself, both surprised and confused at how close he is already. Normally there’s the initial arousal and then the build up to his orgasm, but it’s almost like he skipped the build up entirely - he wants to blame it on how Derek’s acting, but he thinks the potion might have something to do with it too.

Derek drops his mouth a little lower, lapping along Stiles’s taint as he scents the younger man again, smoothing his palm up Stiles’s back as he growls once more, his other hand working his mate’s length. He stands back up, leaning over Stiles and breathing against his ear, “I’ve been waiting for this for years.”

“God, me too,” Stiles says in a rushed breath, hips subtly shifting backward against Derek.

“Mine,” Derek repeats, his hand moving over the swell of the younger man’s ass before smacking it gently. He ducks his head down, biting and licking the back of Stiles’s neck as his free hand drops his mate’s length to move around and unbutton his slacks.

“Yeah, big guy,” Stiles says numbly and looks back at Derek, eyes hooded with arousal, “I’m yours,” he confirms again.

Derek makes this sharp, sudden sound like something between a sob and a growl as he reaches out blindly for the small bottle of lube. He’s so mindless that he can barely concentrate on one task at a time; he’s still dressed, but he doesn’t bother taking off his shirt or his tie as he presses a slick finger inside of the younger man, his other hand moving back around to grip his cock once more.

“More,” Stiles grunts out at once, because he’s just as impatient as Derek is and he wants the other man inside of him, hips jerking back against the werewolf’s hand.

Derek lets out a shaky huff of breath as he urges a second finger inside, “Keep moving back,” he says as he meets the younger man’s eyes, the hand around Stiles’s cock working the head as he presses his fingers in, clear down to the knuckles.

Stiles’s mouth drops open as he stares at Derek and he focuses on the stretch of the other man’s fingers, slowly fucking himself on the digits.

As impatient as Derek is, he forces himself to take his time  spreading Stiles open, the scent of the younger man so strong and overwhelming that it’s practically burning. He finally pulls his fingers back, panting against Stiles’s neck as he helps him up onto the bed completely, reaching up with his claws and tugging at the front of his shirt, snapping the buttons impatiently.

Stiles flops over onto his back and reaches out for Derek, tugging him closer by his ruined shirt before pushing it off of his shoulders as he leans in to kiss the werewolf’s chest.

Derek stares down at Stiles, combing his fingers through his mate’s hair as he reaches down between Stiles’s legs, cupping his right ass cheek and lifting his hips up into Derek’s lap, “You’re close,” he mutters, his fingers brushing along the purple-headed cock.

“Embarrassingly so, yeah,” Stiles moans and presses his forehead to Derek’s shoulder, holding onto the werewolf with his right hand as he looks down and watches Derek’s fingers.

“I want you to come first,” Derek responds, wrapping his thick fingers back around Stiles, “Come first, baby, then we’ll mate.”

“Okay,” Stiles says tightly and gives himself over to all of the sensations entirely, orgasm building quickly as he watches Derek stroke him. It’s practically effortless and before long he finds himself muffling a cry of pleasure against Derek’s skin as he comes.

Derek lifts his fingers, licking at them quickly before reaching down and grabbing Stiles’s leg, lifting it and wrapping it around his waist as he grabs his length with his other hand and positions himself, guiding Stiles’s hips down as he arches forward.

“Oh fuck,” Stiles gasps at the sudden stretch and clings tightly to the werewolf, pressing his mouth to Derek’s neck to keep himself from getting embarrassingly loud.

Derek wraps one arm completely around Stiles, the other holding his waist as he pulls the younger man against him, licking and nipping down Stiles’s neck and shoulder as he moves, whining in the back of his throat as he does so.

Stiles moves his lips against Derek’s skin in turn, mouth parting as he starts gyrating his hips in the alpha’s lap.

“Stiles,” Derek manages out weakly, testing his knot against the younger man’s entrance as he marks Stiles, leaving flushes trailing up and down his mate’s arm, from his biceps to his neck. He moves quickly, practically flattening Stiles against the bed, legs spread wide as he growls and pushes the younger man’s arms up, lacing their fingers together.

Stiles squeezes both of Derek’s hands and arches up from the mattress with the little bit of leeway he’s got, pressing their mouths together as he urges the alpha on with the heel of his right foot pressed to the back of the other man’s thigh.

Derek grunts against Stiles’s lips, licking into his mouth and snapping his hips forward. He pulls back, panting against the younger man’s mouth as he opens his eyes and stares at Stiles, “I love you,” he says shakily, nudging his mate’s lips with his nose.

“I love you, too,” Stiles says back and it feels like his heart’s lurching up into his throat, eyes turning glassy with tears as he arches up to kiss Derek again. He hates that he keeps getting so emotional, but he can’t really help it - this is something they’ve both wanted for a very long time and it’s kind of a big deal.

Derek reaches up, cupping Stiles’s cheek as he kisses him back, movements slowing to a crawl as he breaks the kiss and drops his hand down to the younger man’s thigh, “I wanna knot you on our sides,” he says as he turns Stiles, lifting his brows to make sure it’s okay.

“Yeah, okay,” Stiles nods in approval and kisses Derek’s jaw before moving, helping the alpha move them onto their sides.

Derek lays behind Stiles, pulling him close and sliding back inside, angling his length to brush over the younger man’s prostate as he starts moving once more, “Good?” he mutters as he smooths his palm up and down Stiles’s chest and stomach, fingers tracing his muscles and nails grazing over his nipples.

“Perfect,” Stiles responds breathily, cock twitching in response to the stimulation.

“You’re so beautiful, Stiles,” Derek says as he rests his hand on the younger man’s stomach, the other gripping Stiles’s hip and pulling him back as he starts thrusting forward, “And you’re mine,” he growls, teeth growing out and ghosting just behind Stiles’s ear.

Stiles blushes furiously but he’s otherwise silent, the flattery he’s feeling warps back into arousal so fast it’s overwhelming and his cock hardens almost instantly when he feels Derek’s fangs.

Derek scents Stiles as he grinds his knot against the younger man’s backside, the hand on Stiles’s hip moving down to spread his cheeks as he glances down and groans, his body shaking eagerly.

Stiles turns his head and tucks his face against the bed as he reaches down, loosely wrapping his fingers around his length before pumping himself in time with Derek’s thrusts.

“Mine,” Derek growls lowly, the sound coming more from his chest than his throat as he kisses up Stiles’s neck, nipping his earlobe, “I’m gonna knot you and fill you up,” he says as he works his knot against Stiles’s backside, “Mine,” he repeats, licking along the line of Stiles’s jaw, “Mine.”

“Yeah?” Stiles questions him, glancing down as he strokes himself a little quicker, “Then prove it, big guy,” he glances at the alpha from over his shoulder, “Do it, knot me.”

Derek keeps Stiles spread open with one hand, the other gripping his hip firmly as he starts rolling his own hips, spreading the younger man wide with his knot. It’s breathtaking how tight Stiles is, no matter how many times he knots him up. Just the width passing is enough to cause tears to prick in his eyes and he grunts, body trembling as he buries his length in the younger man and comes finally.

“Jesus Christ,” Stiles all but sobs when he feels Derek’s girth pulsing inside of him, grip tightening on his own length. He strokes himself fast, focusing on the alpha’s knot spreading him open as he teases the head of his cock. It should hurt more than it does, especially with what little prep they had, but the stretch and the weight of Derek’s cock against his prostate feels good, aiding in his second orgasm hardly a minute later.

Derek groans and wraps his arms and legs around Stiles, hooking his foot around the younger man’s ankle as he rubs his palm over Stiles’s belly, swollen with seed, “I don’t knot you enough,” he says, free hand moving to tease his mate’s nipples.

“I second that,” Stiles agrees and his gaze shifts down, smiling slowly before he touches Derek’s hand on his stomach.

Derek rests his chin on Stiles’s shoulder, watching his face as he turns his hand to lace their fingers together, “It sounds different,” he muses aloud, listening intently.

“Sounds different?” Stiles asks in confusion, rubbing his thumb against Derek’s hand, “What are you talking about?”

“Your body,” Derek tries to explain, moving their hands lower, down past his abdomen, “It sounds different,” and then he shrugs because he’s not sure how else to explain it without either grossing Stiles out or causing an entire string of questions.

“My body sounds different?” Stiles questions, still just as confused as before but he shakes his head, “I don’t get how, but okay.”

Derek chuckles, kissing Stiles’s jaw and throat, sucking the skin into his mouth as he runs their fingers through the younger man’s happy trail, “As in: it sounds different than it normally does.”

“Yeah, I got that much,” Stiles smiles wide, “Still weird, though,” he says, silent for a moment, “Do you think it worked?”

“I hope so,” Derek responds, holding Stiles close as he turns a little onto his back, “But if it didn’t, we’ve got plenty of time… I’m not sure if it’ll be a werewolf, or a human.”

“It’s kind of a guessing game, huh?” the corner of Stiles’s lips twitch, he’d honestly be pretty happy with either.

Derek nods and watches Stiles silently for a moment before muttering softly: “It doesn’t make a difference to me. But it would change the pregnancy.”

“Change how?”

“It would be shorter,” Derek explains, “Three months shorter than a human pregnancy.”

“Wow, really?” Stiles asks in surprise, glancing at Derek, “That’s crazy, but kinda cool too.”

Derek chuckles as he reaches up to touch Stiles’s cheek, his thumb tracing his mate’s smile, “There are other differences as well, some not as ‘cool’.”

“Like?” Stiles presses and kisses the pad of Derek’s thumb.

“The pup would be much smaller,” Derek responds, “Able to fit in the palm of your hand. But during the pregnancy, would have the strength of a full grown werewolf.”

“So it could kill me,” Stiles concludes and his brows raise, “That’s-it’s…” he breathes out slowly, “Worth it.”

Derek frowns and brushes his nose along Stiles’s skin, “You probably won’t die,” he says, “It is a possibility, but most pups - even in the womb - are very mindful of their strength; especially with the mothers.”

“That’s reassuring,” Stiles says seriously, but he’d probably still do it even if he knew it’d kill him, “Guess we’ll find out.”

“If it’s a werewolf,” Derek responds as he moves his hand along the inside of Stiles’s left thigh, “I’ll know within a week.”

“That soon?” Stiles asks, barely able to contain his excitement.

Derek nods, “Pups are fast in the beginning, they slow down after birth, and then more and more until they’re three. After that, the aging is slow, but still faster than humans until they’re in their twenties.”

“If it’s a pup, how are we gonna explain how little it is to people?” Stiles questions.

Derek shrugs, because there isn’t really much he can do there, “Say it’s premature, I guess - which technically you wouldn’t be lying.”

“Ah, yeah, didn’t think of that,” Stiles admits, “But palm of the hand small? We probably won’t be able to take it out of the loft for a while if it’s a werewolf.”

"Yeah, it might take a month or so for it to even pass as premature," Derek says, smiling to himself, "They're amazing when they're that small."

“I’ll take your word for it,” Stiles responds, but he doesn’t see how. Even when he holds normal-sized babies, he feels like he could crush them or hurt them without even trying - he can’t even fathom holding a baby that could fit in the palm of his hand.

Derek can smell how wary Stiles is becoming, so he explains a little further to see if he’s understanding why the younger man is concerned, “Even at that age, werewolf pups can do a lot of damage. I would tear up blankets, Laura ate most of her crib… before she even had teeth.”

“So like… I probably wouldn’t be able to um-to accidentally hurt it… with it being that small?” Stiles asks tentatively.

“Pups are extremely durable,” Derek confirms, making a motion with his hand, “More durable than even me. They’re the strongest at that age, could be hit by a train and be perfectly fine, I couldn’t harm it - let alone a human. They look small and frail, like breathing on them would hurt them, but there’s… probably not a lot that could.”

“That’s…” Stiles shifts when he feels Derek’s length slips limply out of him and he turns to face the other man a little better, kissing the alpha’s chest, “Oddly comforting,” he admits.

Derek wraps his arms around Stiles and holds him close, kissing the top of his head, “Werewolves are in their prime at birth,” he says as he lays completely on his back now, “As they get older, they get weaker - unless they have a pack. But on their own, it goes straight down from the day they were born.”

“You’d think it’d be the other way around,” Stiles muses and plays with Derek’s chest hair, scratching his fingers through it, “I just hope it worked.”

“Me too,” Derek responds, body tingling as Stiles touches him and he cups the back of the younger man’s neck, leaning down and kissing him, “Dinner?”

“Dude, yes,” Stiles says at once, pecking Derek on the lips once more.

“I guess starting next month, I’ll be back on the field,” Derek muses aloud, Stiles’s feet in his lap as he brushes his fingers along the soles of them.

“I’m excited for you,” Stiles tells Derek and scratches his stomach, “You’re better on the field than you are behind a desk. Only bummer is is that you’ll be working more hours,” he muses, “You should totally let me get a puppy or something, to keep me company when you’re not here.”

Derek lifts a brow as he listens to Stiles, “A dog?” he asks, “Up in the loft?”

“A puppy,” Stiles corrects and pointedly goes all doe-eyed on Derek, “And yes, up in the loft. I know how to take a dog out to use the bathroom.”

“I don’t know if a dog is a good idea for this loft,” Derek muses as he narrows his eyes and leans in, listening closely to Stiles’s stomach.

“You’re a werewolf, how does that even-” Stiles tilts his head to the side as he watches Derek, “-make sense,” he says finally, attention rapt on the alpha.

Derek doesn’t respond, leaning lower and lifting Stiles’s shirt as he presses his ear to the younger man’s belly and closes his eyes, “Shh,” he says as he listens closely once more.

Stiles’s heart starts pounding hopefully and he’s able to stay quiet for all of five seconds, “Tell me you’re doing what I think you’re doing, please.”

“Calm down,” Derek says softly, nuzzling Stiles’s stomach as he smiles and glances up to his mate, “It’s a pup.”

“A pup,” Stiles repeats slowly, mirroring Derek’s smile after a moment as tears build in his eyes. For the longest time one of the biggest burdens he carried was the fact that he couldn’t give Derek children, and now it’s actually happening, “You’re gonna be a daddy,” he says numbly, “We’re gonna be daddies.”

Derek smiles and nods, “That’s right,” he agrees as he moves up, pressing their foreheads together as he brushes the tears from the younger man’s eyes, “It’ll be ours, both of ours.”

Stiles almost chokes on a sob and slings his arms around Derek, more tears streaming down his cheeks as he holds the alpha close, “We’re gonna-it’s a…” he tries to catch his breath, “A pup, Derek.”

Derek chuckles as he kisses the younger man’s cheeks, continuing to brush the tears away as he stares at him, “I know,” he says softly, feeling his own tears start to prick his eyes, “I know.”

Stiles’s face feels hot all over, but he’s happy despite the tears, “We’re gonna have a family,” he says tightly, trying not to break out in sobs again.

“Mhm,” Derek hums as he pulls Stiles close, his left hand moving back down to his mate’s stomach where the soft little heart beat is, “It’s just a matter of time, now.”

“I can’t believe it,” Stiles says quietly, it still all seems a little surreal to him - it probably won’t fully hit him until his stomach starts swelling.

“You will when you start puking every morning,” Derek responds and watches the younger man, listening to the wild pounding of his heart, “That could be anytime now… I need to look into buying a house, at least something better than the loft before we go back to California.”

“That’d just be a waste of money,” Stiles tries to reason with Derek, “The loft will be fine for three of us, four if you let me have a puppy.”

“A puppy and a pup?” Derek asks as he raises a brow, “What kind of dog?”

“I dunno, something that’ll get big,” Stiles shrugs and smiles, “Come on, they could like… grow up together and stuff.”

Derek sighs and curls up against Stiles, his palm continuing to move slowly along the younger man’s belly, “I’ll think about it.”