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Stiles yelped as he sidled away from the sharp pinch he felt on his backside. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked loudly before casting an appalled look at the elderly woman who had just pinched his ass; she had to be at least seventy. The old woman just chortled at him as he dropped off her plate of eggs and bacon and dashed back behind the counter where he was safe from the lascivious attentions of his customers.
He was extremely popular today and had been given two numbers and had a number of pickup lines tried on him. It was 9am and already things were getting a little ridiculous. He’d lived in Beacon Hills for his whole life, it wasn’t like he was a new and exciting citizen of the town. Yesterday, no one had been interested in hitting that, but today he seemed to be everyone’s flavor of the day. The little old lady copping a feel was just icing on the discomfort cake.
Stiles worked at a small mom and pop diner downtown. The neighborhood was safe and generally family friendly so he wasn’t used to people trying to pick him up. He might even be flattered if he had absolutely any interest in that sort of thing. He’d tried dating on and off but all of his relationships had really failed to get off the ground. The consequence of falling in love with Derek Hale when you were sixteen was that you still loved him when he fucked off to who knew where and left you behind. Also he was 500% hotter than anyone had a right to be, so it was hard to find a potential date who was anywhere close to his level. Stupid, muscley werewolves always ruining his baseline.
He was twenty years old and hadn’t seen Derek in at least two years, not since they returned to Beacon Hills after that ill-fated FBI raid. Was there anything as depressing as being reminded of your one-sided crush every time you looked at the somewhat mangled space where your pinky toe used to be? Stiles was pretty sure the answer was no.
He didn’t used to think he was much to look at but now that he was older he had grown into himself a bit. He was a little taller than average and maybe a little thinner than average too but his recent obsession with biking meant that he was also more muscular than he used to be as well. The drag queens at Jungle had reliably informed him that he was a twink, which they told him was a good thing if you wanted to take it up the ass. Which he did, just kind of only from Derek?
As he internally bemoaned the fact that the elderly now found him attractive but Derek never had, he saw his dad step into the diner.
“Hiya pops,” he called across the counter, “what can I get for you?”
“Coffee, black,” Noah replied as he slid onto one of the stools at the counter. “And one of those chocolate donuts that Shelly makes too.”
“Dad, you have to –” Stiles started but was cut off by his father’s steely eyed look.
“Kiddo, I have a gun and the training to use it. I only indulge once a week, let me have the damn donut.”
Huffily, Stiles stomped off to grab the pot of coffee and the damn donut, as requested.
“Why didn’t you tell me Derek Hale was back in town?” his dad continued.
Stiles almost dropped the pot of coffee. Like a baseball player stealing home he slid back over to his father with an only slightly hysterical “what!?”
“Derek, you know the handsome, strong browed, usually Wanted werewolf you’re friends with.”
Stiles was flattered his dad thought they were friends but that wasn’t really the point. “Yes, I know who Derek Hale is dad, I didn’t realize he was back in town.”
“Saw him at the hardware store, he said he’d moved back. Apparently, he needed some stuff for his new cabin.”
A cabin, huh. Well, it beat the burned-out shell of his old house, a derelict train station, and an industrial loft. Maybe Derek would even allow himself such indulgent luxuries as heating and carpeting these days.
But Stiles was getting distracted. Derek was back and he hadn’t told anyone? He was pretty sure the guy needed Scott’s permission to do anything in Beacon Hills. He wasn’t the Alpha anymore, Scott was. And Derek hadn’t even had the decency to tell him he was moving back? Rude. Actually, the more he thought about it, he was really offended that he hadn’t stopped by to say hello. After all, his dad called them friends. They were friends, right? He deserved a call or like a casual lurk from the shadows, right? At least some judgey eyebrow action from some distant roof top.
“Alright kiddo, I’m headed back to the station. See you tomorrow?”
“Sure thing,” Stiles shot back distractedly.
Well, damn. This required reconnaissance. When he finally had time to step away for a break before the morning and lunch rush, he texted Scott.
He was more than ready to go when his shift ended at five. He grabbed his beat-up backpack and was out the door practically at a run. Stupid forgetful Scott and stupid him for getting all bent out of shape because a man he was obsessed with moved back home. And didn’t call. And didn’t visit. And didn’t even push him up against the nearest wall and growl something cryptic in his face. God fucking damnit he was getting too old to be crushing this hard on Derek Goddamned Hale and too old to be getting his heart stepped on in return.
His apartment was about fifteen blocks away so it was well within walking distance. He could have driven Roscoe but he was trying to make healthier choices and also didn’t want to wear his car out if he couldn’t help it. He’d lived here for seven months now, long enough that he thought he might be able to make the fairly straight and boring walk home with his eyes closed. Unfortunately, his walk home took him through the not-so-nice part of town. But he was hardly ever hassled even though he didn’t really look like a threat. White male privilege he guessed. Also, it probably helped that he looked as broke as he actually was, no point in mugging a beggar.
Stiles didn’t even think twice about the large man with a shaved head and a gratuitous number of tattoos who eyed him with interest as he passed one of the seedier dive bars. It wasn’t until the man began to follow him that he really took notice of the guy. Even then, he didn’t question the man’s motives, didn’t imagine that he was following him.
It wasn’t until he took his usual shortcut across a small park and he realized that the man had crossed the street behind him that he started to get creeped out. You don’t have the adolescence he did and not have some pretty solid Spidey senses as a result. Something something thousand year old fox demon taking your body for a ride. As he tried to assess the situation, he continued to walk at his usual pace. Act unaware and they won’t realize you’re onto them until it’s too late.
Just as he was about to cross the courtyard in the middle of the park, another form slid out from the shadows to block his path. It was a woman this time, tall with dark skin and wild curly hair. He was about to mutter a desperate “excuse me” and attempt to barrel past her when the man behind him locked eyes on the woman and snarled. Actually snarled. Goddamn motherfucking Werewolves. He needed to talk to Scott, all that time away at school had given the riffraff the impression that they were invited into his besties territory and they absolutely were not.
“Fuck off Teresa, I saw him first,” the bald man spat as he cracked his knuckles menacingly. Or what would have been menacingly if he hadn’t just looked like some generic goon from a lame movie. Stiles was embarrassed for him. Also, how was it fair that he was like catnip (wolfnip?) to the grossest wolves and not the one he actually wanted?
Teresa was clearly unimpressed despite the fact that the man was easily twice her weight. “You’re in my territory now Richard, are you sure you want to start something with me here?”
“Uh, excuse me. This is NOT your territory,” Stiles interjected because his sense for self-preservation only took him so far. He was completely ignored. Typical.
“I’ve been waiting for my chance to take a shot at you,” the man growled before charging the dark-skinned woman. She snarled right back and leapt onto him, wielding long magenta nails like claws.
It was about this time that Stiles realized shit was really hitting the fan good and hard and that maybe he should take himself off to a place where two creepy grown ass adults weren’t fighting over him like he was some sort of plaything. Instincts finally kicking in, he bolted for the path behind the grappling pair. He heard their shouts of alarm as he dashed into the cover of the trees. Curses followed him, then there was the sound of two pairs of footsteps behind him and he knew they were giving chase.
Stiles was actually starting to think he might make it out of the park and onto the street, which was thankfully in front of a pretty popular bar and would most likely have a bouncer or two who could help him. He should have known his luck was never that good though. He felt his backpack being yanked back with dizzying force. Stiles screamed out in surprise as his head snapped back and then he was falling backwards into the grasp of the skinhead guy.
He landed hard on the sidewalk and before he could turn, the man was on him, straddling his thighs and grasping his face in one large, meaty hand. Then the guy was flying off him, literally flying through the air to land a dozen feet to one side.
The woman turned to him, inhaling deeply as she advanced towards him. He scrambled back from her, crab walking as quickly as possible as she grinned at him and said, “you smell fucking ripe.”
Which, firstly, rude and secondly, what the everloving fuck? Who even said shit like that to? Apparently this crazy psycho bitch but still, it would have been funny if he weren’t so terrified. He was pretty sure his dick and balls had tried to crawl up inside him at that comment.
He managed to squeak out a quick, “what?” as she leaned towards him, hand outstretched. Stiles flinched, expecting to feel her long nails digging into his flesh but instead he hear a man’s voice cutting through the air.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” the man asked, deep voice filled with confidence. It was a commanding voice, a sexy voice, a voice that brooked no argument. And fuck him, he knew exactly who that voice belonged to.
Stiles chanced opening his eyes, seeing that the woman had turned away from him and was now growling low in her throat, advancing on the newcomer. “That sweet little piece of Omega meat is mine,” she spat.
Whatever he expected Derek to do, it wasn’t to laugh at that statement. But he did laugh as he approached Teresa calmly, all cool and collected. “I think you’re confused about who I am,” he said in that deep rolling voice of his, “I’m Derek Hale, this is my town and that is my Omega.” The beta shift that rippled over his features belied his calm demeanor. Oh, shit just got real.
Derek had been heading home after deeply frustrating trip to the large furniture store one town over, ready to fall into his bed and have a very well-deserved rest. Apparently, he never would find a comfortable armchair that matched his décor. He wasn’t being that picky. And it wasn’t that he’d suddenly decided he needed a new chair once he met Noah Stilinski in the parking lot. And realized that getting out of town was a great idea because Stiles would know he was back in town within the hour. The two were unrelated.
He'd been avoiding Stiles since he’d moved for a whole cornucopia of reasons. Not the least of which was that he was sure he’d find it very difficult to remain aloof without the threat of the Sheriff showing up on his doorstep to query what he’d been up to with his underage son. Stiles was an adult now, free to make his own choices. Derek really, really didn’t think it was a good idea for him to be one of them. When you combined the everyone, I love dies tragically thing with the I ended up in the hospital by having overly enthusiastic sex with a werewolf thing, it was clearly a non-starter.
And Derek really wasn’t the sort of man you’d like to see dating your son. He cut an imposing figure; he was large, as most Werewolves were, but also heavily muscled as a result of his rigorous exercise routine. Life had thrown him some curveballs since he’d left Beacon Hills and he was leaner and meaner in response. He was much stronger than the average Werewolf too. Most of his kind rested on the laurels of their enhanced genetics and didn’t make an effort to try and better themselves mentally or physically in the way human typically would. Derek, on the other hand, lived by his mother’s words of wisdom. ‘It’s easy to be a wolf but hard to be a good wolf.’ To him, a large portion of being a good wolf was being strong to protect what was his. He hadn’t succeeded at that in the past but he was over letting failure take away those he loved.
Of course, he didn’t actually have anything other than his lonely cabin and the truck he traded in his Mustang for but it was the principle of the thing. Derek had never had any doubt that one day he would meet his mate, just as his parents had. When that day came, he would be ready to accept the responsibility of providing and protecting. Which was another reason he should avoid Stiles. The boy was an unnecessary distraction, an impossible temptation, but he was an Alpha and Stiles wasn’t an Omega. They weren’t mates and Derek was tired of having his heart broken by humans who weren’t the one.
After struggling with an endless stream of sales associates at the furniture store, Derek was more than ready to get back to his lonely cabin. He preferred solitude to the attention he got when he was out in the city. As a younger man, it had been thrilling to know that most people within sight of him were ready to drop their pants if he even looked sideways at them. Now, he was just sick to death of it.
As he turned off the highway onto the streets south of downtown, he caught a curious scent on the wind. It was just luck that he’d had the windows rolled down and was able to catch it on the breeze. It was sweet and warm, like coming home on a cold autumn day to find a freshly baked pie waiting for you to sink your teeth into. It was petrichor and forest loam, a smell you knew intrinsically but could never quite put into words. It was familiar but stronger than he’d ever known it to be. It smelled like his even though he couldn’t put his finger on who it was. And whoever they were, they were terrified.
He took the next turn without conscious thought, following his nose to the very boy he’d been avoiding. As he got closer, he was overcome by a secondary scent layering overtop of the familiar. A sweet smell, one of nearly-ripe fruit. He knew that smell but didn’t understand how he could be smelling an Omega on the very brink of heat and someone so familiar at the same time. He didn’t know any Omegas.
As he drew closer, the musky smell of werewolf lust struck him and he frowned. Not just any wolves, Alphas. Well, that couldn’t be abided. He let his nose guide him through the quiet, darkened streets but the closer he got, the more dizzying he found the Omega’s scent and the stronger the stink of fear became.
This was unusual, he had been around Omegas before, even Omegas in the full throws of their heat. They always smelled enticing but it wasn’t something that completely addled his senses as it did weaker Alphas. He’d had years of ignoring temptation and still no Omega had smelled so good to him as this one did. Still, he pressed on, ignoring the insistent throb that was starting in his cock. When he thought the Omega’s ripe, sweet scent couldn’t get any stronger, he reached the edge of a small park and drew his truck up onto the sidewalk.
Derek was nearly bowled over by the strength of the heat scent coming from the nearby Omega the second he opened his door. His cock sprang to hard, throbbing attention and a little dribble of precum began to spread inside his jeans. His blood was roaring in his ears and he could feel an instinctual knowledge pass through his body. Omega mate mine heat sweet mate mine mine mine. “Christ,” he said feeling wrung out by the realization.
It wasn’t like him at all to lose control like this but God the Omega’s pheromones were potent. Potent especially for him, only for him, because this Omega was made for him. Was his mate. His body insisted that he find them so he could hold them down and knot them hard and breed them so fucking full— He had to stop himself from following that train of thought. Shaking his head to clear it, he strode swiftly into the park where the grunts and curses let him know he was walking into a fight.
He cleared the trees in time to see woman throw a much larger man clear over her head before advancing on a shadowed, huddled form. Clearly the terrified Omega. The sight of the slight form cowering, his fucking mate cowering, before this woman made rage burn hot beneath his skin just as surely as it made his thick cock throb in time with his heartbeat.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked through clenched teeth, a grow rumbling low in his throat.
“That sweet little piece of Omega meat is mine,” the woman responded, heading towards him with the intent of violence clear in her gaze.
Derek couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that escaped from him in response to her statement. It had been so long since a wolf hadn’t recognized him, hadn’t known to fear him. It would be thrilling to show her and the other man now trying to crawl away from the fight the error of their ways.
“I think you’re confused about who I am,” he said in that deep rolling voice of his, “I’m Derek Hale, this is my town and that is my Omega.” He shifted without really intending to. The pull of his mate’s need and his anger bypassing his usually excellent control.
The woman sized him up, listening for any lie in his words. There was none. His heart beat steadily. Scott may be his pack alpha but Beacon Hills belonged to the Hales, this town was his birthright. He considered killing her, Peter would have, but that was so messy and time consuming. He needed to focus his attention on his almost-in-heat mate, not this piece of trash.
“You’re both going to leave Beacon Hills and never return. If I catch you in my town again, I promise I’ll make you regret it.”
She growled at him but turned to leave, deciding he was more trouble than the Omega was worth. She jogged off into the darkness, the other wolf limping behind her. With the threat dealt with, Derek did his best to ignore the Omega still cowering shell-shocked a dozen paces away. If he looked at the boy’s face and saw his fear, he knew he’d go after them and do something to make Peter proud. Which was uncharacteristically bloodthirsty of him but seeing a mate in pain could drive Alphas to commit many sins. He sucked in a deep breath, trying to force himself to be calm and rational but all he managed to do was fill his nose with the smell of juicy Omega cunt and the chant of ‘mate mine claim him’ began anew in his head.
All Stiles knew was that he was really, really happy that Derek always had impeccable timing and that he wasn’t being harassed by the man and the woman who had been fighting over him. He was also incredibly confused. The last he checked he was a. not a werewolf and b. not a packless omega wolf. Oh and c. Derek Hale’s anything other than maybe his pain in the ass?
Worse, Derek had suddenly become the most attractive person on the planet. Which okay maybe wasn’t entirely a new sensation for him but the insistence of the feeling sure was. Stiles wanted to be on him, like now. They needed to be horizontal on a bed or on the ground or anywhere, it didn’t really matter. He just knew right then and there he wanted to feel the werewolf on top of him, that that was his place.
It wasn’t until he felt the throbbing in his jeans that he realized he was hard. Which was extremely embarrassing. He felt his cock jerk in his pants and something warm and wet trickled down between his thighs. Only, it was coming out from the wrong place. He felt it hot and slick between his ass cheeks which meant that it was definitely not precum. Oh holy shit if he had just pooped himself in front of Derek ‘Muscles for Days’ Hale he was officially moving to Europe and changing his name to Sven.
His reverie was broken when the object of his desires turned his attention on Stiles and advanced on him, beta blue eyes flashing. “What possessed you to go out in your condition? At night? In this part of town?”
Stiles unrolled himself from his protective ball and gave a weak little wave as he got shakily to his feet. “Uh hi, Stiles here. Magnet for suffering and apparently now horny werewolves? Nice to see you again, dude.” When he took in Derek’s shell-shocked expression he winced, “aaaand you didn’t recognize me at all did you? Awesome, this is not awkward at all.”
Derek opened his mouth and then, realizing he had nothing to say, closed it with a snap. He was slowly rebooting as he considered that his mate and the human boy he’d been intentionally not fucking for almost half a decade were one in the same. Stiles. An Omega. How?!
“How!?” Derek exclaimed and gestured feebly towards Stiles.
Stiles frowned, what the hell did he mean? “Did, did you just gesture to my entire person and ask me how I am myself. Dude that’s both rude and way too metaphysical for me right now.”
“Jesus Christ,” Derek muttered as he once again took in the mixed scent of almost-heat, Omega, and perpetual pain in his ass Stiles Stilinski. This made no sense. Stiles had been human, was STILL human, and there was no way he could be both human and Omega. It was baffling and the insistent hard-on he was still sporting didn’t help his concentration.
Derek frowned, “I don’t know how but you’re not human anymore. At least, not entirely. You’re an Omega.”
“You’re. Not. Making. Any. Sense.” Stiles enunciated slowly for the man. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I am not a werewolf and I’m certainly not a packless one. We’re in the same pack, ding dong. We have the same alpha, you might remember him, Scott my bestie.” He held up his hand “‘Bout this tall, dark hair, too many dumb tattoos?”
“Motherfucking bitten wolves,” Derek swore. “They’re so ignorant to their own kind.”
“Uh yeah, the Werewolf Big Brother program was a little lacking over here in ole’ Beacon Hills. You might remember a certain aggressively eyebrowed werewolf was responsible for reaching Scott the ropes and he did an exceptionally SHITTY JOB.” Stiles voice rose with every word until Derek was wincing at the end of his tirade.
Touche, Derek conceded. How in the hell was he supposed to explain, well everything, to this disgustingly tempting boy before he was so out of his mind with heat he’d present to anyone with a knot. Anyone being Derek in this case. That didn’t feel like enough time to explain the intricacies of a mating bond, or the consequences. Why was everything involving Stiles always fucked?
He hissed out a breath between his teeth and tried to figure out how to explain the urgency they were both faced with. “Stiles, just get in the damned truck and I’ll explain.” With an effort, he pulled back his shift until he looked fully human again. It would be better to have this conversation with his lupine instincts safely buried deep down and not just simmering under the surface.
Huffily, Stiles hoisted his backpack over his shoulder and clamored over to the passenger side of the truck. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your hard-on,” Stiles quipped, “this night is getting incredibly fucking weird and that’s not even the strangest part.”
Derek rubbed his hand over his face and prayed for strength. He slid into his driver’s seat and turned to Stiles.
“Some born wolves have secondary sexes. I’m a man but I’m also an Alpha,” he started. When he saw Stiles start to open his mouth, he cut him off. “Not pack alpha, capital ‘A’ Alpha.” He swallowed through a dry mouth, “we are especially suited to carrying on our lines, to breeding. Alphas are designed to inseminate while there are other wolves who are called Omegas who are designed to gestate. Regardless of their primary sex.”
“Are you actually telling me that you’re biologically a werewolf fuck machine? This is like the worst porno ever.”
“Stiles,” he drew in a shaky breath, “you’re an Omega.”
“Oh yeah, no. Nope. That’s not true. I can reassure you that I have a dick and balls and none of the equipment to make a baby.”
“Externally you still look male but internally, not so much anymore. But it doesn’t make any sense,” Derek continued. “Only born wolves have a secondary sex. As we both well know, you’re not a born wolf.”
Stiles had the niggling sense that he knew what sorcery was afoot. That he could pinpoint exactly when he started feeling differently. His heart sank into his stomach as he asked hoarsely, “can kitsune be Alphas and Omegas or is it just a wolf thing?”
Derek winced; he could see where this line of questioning was leading. “I believe its true for other shifters too.”
Stiles gave a somewhat hysterical laugh, “I mean I’m pretty sure the body I’m currently inhabiting was made for me out of I literally don’t know what by a millennia old Nogitsune. There was a lot of corporeal Stiles roulette. Things have been a bit, um, off? Since he was inhabiting me. I haven’t quite felt like myself though I figured it was all mental.”
“It’s as good a guess as any,” Derek mused, “he could have imparted you with an accidental gift.”
“Greeeeeat, I’m suddenly irresistible to the creepiest, most random werewolves off the street, some gift.”
“That’s because you’re going into heat,” Derek continued, “you have the ability to bear young and your body prepares for conception by increasing the pheromones you exude in order to entice an Alpha to mate you.”
“Uh, I’m sorry,” Stiles said, digging a finger into his ear. “Did you just tell me I’m going into heat? Like a dog?”
“I suppose in your case, like a fox?”
“Goddamn it,” Stiles muttered. This keeps getting better and better. “Derek why don’t you ever show up with good news?”
“During your heats you’ll be vulnerable to the kind of situations that happened in the park. Most Alphas have a respect for consent but not all do and when you’re in the throes of heat you might decide presenting ass-up in a truck stop bathroom is the right way to go about getting what you want.”
Stiles gave him an incredulous look, everything he said sounded really, really crazy but fuck, this was Derek. Derek freaking Hale. Sitting right beside him with an uncomfortable stiffy earnestly trying to break some truly awful news him. He knew Derek, he trusted Derek. If the older man said he was an Omega, he’d have believed it even without the earlier evidence of being accosted by two werewolves.
“Stiles, you need to come home with me so I can keep an eye on you during your heat. I’ll take you to my house for the next few days, just until you’re back to normal again.” Ideally, Omegas had Omega friends who would watch over them during their heat to prevent them from doing something crazy, like going out to a bar and getting gangbanged or inserting strange and large objects inside of them in order to achieve the sensation of a knot. There were horror stories that lead most Omegas to make sure they had a spotter, just in case.
Stiles surveyed the man with a critical eye, “What’s to say you won’t just throw me down and have your way with me once you get me alone?” He asked with a frown, “I mean, I’m pretty sure you’re one of those Alphas too, aren’t you?”
Derek grumbled low in his chest, frustrated with trying to cram so much knowledge into such a small amount of time. How in the hell was he supposed to explain mates to Stiles without sounding creepy? “You know how some people believe in soul mates?” he asked instead.
“You mean where they think there’s one perfect person for each of us?”
“Exactly like that,” Derek replied, “well we have that. Alphas and Omegas I mean. Somewhere out there is a perfect match for us both personality wise and genetically speaking. And, uh,” he flushed a little, feeling oddly exposed, “the two of us are compatible.”
“Um, dude?” Stiles asked a little shrilly. Okay, a lot shrilly. “Did you just say we’re Mates?” And maybe he became both louder and more shrill as he went on.
“Please don’t call me ‘dude’,” Derek begged, “and yes we are.”
“What the fuck!” Stiles swore. He was totally fine. Not freaking out, not even a little bit.
“I’m…sorry?” Derek tried.
“I have been trying to get with you literally since the day I met you,” Stiles yelled, “and all this goddamned time we’ve been fated to get werewolf married?”
“I didn’t know! Not until you presented, late I might add, as an Omega.”
“I can’t believe we could have been fucking this whole time. I feel betrayed,” Stiles continued to rant.
“I mean, you were a child. A human child. I am not a predator and I was not about to take advantage of you like that.”
“I haven’t been a child for a good few years now, Derek.” Stiles fixed him with a steely glare.
“But you were—are? I don’t even know anymore—just human.”
“You’ve fucked humans before,” he accused. Derek winced. “Shit, I wasn’t talking about her,” they all knew which ‘her’ he was referring to you.
“I have,” Derek bit out, “but I didn’t want to fuck them like I want to fuck you. I am not exaggerating when I say I would have sent you to the hospital. And then spent the rest of my life regretting it.”
Stiles’ brain skipped entirely over the unnecessary parts of Derek’s reply, you know the references to permanent maiming, and fixated on one thing. “A ha!” he cried, like he was Sherlock Holms solving a case, “you do want to fuck me.”
“Yes!” Derek shouted, “obviously!” He gestured to the now-painful bulge in his pants.
“Okay fine, take me back to your sex dungeon and have your way with me. You don’t have to threaten me with a good time.”
“Okay first of all, it is a cabin not a sex dungeon. And secondly, do you want to be pregnant?”
“Um I hadn’t really thought about it?”
“Well, you would be super pregnant if I helped you through your heat tonight.”
“I mean, condoms?” Stiles tried weakly.
“Knot would obliterate it, also I may just, you know, shoot a hole through the end? Honestly, I’ve never tried it.”
Ringing, absolute silence reigned in the car as Stiles stared open mouthed at him. “Okay let’s gloss entirely over the fact that you just insinuated you fast pitch when you cum but I’m sorry did you just say a knot?”
“Yeah like, at the base? Of my dick? For um,” he muttered under his breath “impregnation.”
Stiles adjusted in his seat, grimacing at the wet feel of his underwear. “Is it bad that I think that’s hot? It’s bad right? I’m a pervert,” he moaned morosely.
Derek just choked. It would have been a laugh had the smell of the boy’s slick not been completely and totally overpowering in the small, confined space. His erection, which hadn’t flagged, began to throb with more insistence. The dull ache at the base letting him know his body was more than ready to knot deep inside of the Omega’s slick heat if given a chance. With the threat of knotting in his jeans becoming more imminent, he quickly turned his truck on and rolled the windows down, only able to breathe when he pulled away from the curb and fresh, cool air rushed into the cab.
“Sooo,” Stiles said, “are we just not going to talk about the fact that I’ve basically flooded my underwear with an unknown substance and both of us have awkwardly hard boners? I mean Jesus, yours looks like it’s about to bust out of your jeans.”
Derek jumped, swerving a little bit into the next lane before correcting. “It’s a perfectly normal reaction to your Omega’s heat,” he ground out between clenched teeth.
“Then what’s my excuse? I’ve got swamp ass and a stiffy and I’m just like what even is that?” When Derek turned look at him aghast he continued, “have I I ever had a filter?” Derek shook his head. “Well its even less existent from this stupid heat stuff so just deal with my internal monologue becoming an external one.” He huffed, “I’ve been like, obsessed with you for years but this is next level. Every time I look at you and my brain just nudges me like ‘you really should be sucking his dick right now.’”
“That’s normal too,” Derek replied through gritted teeth, his fingers clamped so tightly on the steering wheel the knuckles were white. “But can we not really discuss it right now? I’m having enough trouble keeping myself under control as is.”
Taking pity on the man, Stiles lapsed into silence and simply watched the trees and buildings blur by. At least he did until they pulled into the parking lot of a seedy looking sex shop. Then he turned on Derek incredulously, “you’ve got to be kidding me.”
Derek was not kidding; he was simply making contingency plans. He turned to fix his gaze on Stiles. “When you go into heat you will be desperate to have a cock inside you. I know you can’t really fathom what that means because you’ve never experienced it. Trust me when I say you want to have something designed to go into your ass you don’t pick something else out and do yourself some real damage.”
“Eh, I still think you should just raw dog me and we can spin the pregnancy roulette. Kids are cute, my life is boring. It sounds like the easier option.”
Derek sighed; he’d been expecting the question to come up some time. “You can’t consent while you’re in heat, even if it’s just in the early stages. Your body is unfairly putting you in a desperate position. It’s not ethical of me to take advantage of that fact. If we fucked, the second I started to come inside of you, instinct would have me sinking my teeth into your flesh right here,” he trailed a finger along the sensitive spot where beneath his ear. “And we’d be mate bonded, permanently. This isn’t like marriage where divorce is an option. Mate bonds are for life.”
“And you’d get me super pregnant. Ugh, I know.” Stiles looked a bit overwhelmed but didn’t argue. “You should have at least picked a less sketchy sex shop,” he said, a flush rising high in his cheeks. “I’m a classy lady.”
Derek just ushered him into the store and helped him pick out a large flesh toned dildo and a truly massive pink glitter plug. Stiles had accepted the dildo without comment but had blanched when he saw the Alpha pick up the plug. “There is no way,” he said wheezily, “that something that big is going inside my asshole.”
Derek sighed, giving the near-histrionic boy a disgruntled look. “You’ll be glad we bought this in a few hours, trust me.”
Stiles just threw up his hands and went to go look at the display of flavored lube muttering “first swamp ass, now this.”
The man behind the counter mouthed “swamp ass?” at him when he was checking out but Derek just shook his head wearily at him before ushering the boy back into his truck. Surprisingly, his erection had finally flagged in the sex shop of all places. His nose had been filled with the smell of silicone and perfume instead of the luscious scent of ripe Omega and his dick, finally assured that the coast was clear of wet-and-ready Omega, had tried to take a breather.
Of course, that all went to hell the second they were back in the truck. Stiles sat down heavily on the seat and winced when he made an honest-to-god squishing sound when his ass made contact with the seat. He reached around and moaned unhappily. His fingers came away damp and slick, glistening in the faint light of the shop’s windows.
Derek had been about to shut his door when he saw Stiles bring his fingers close to his face to examine them. Then the sweet, thick scent of boypussy was filling his nose once more and he was done. Zero to boner in five seconds flat. In a flash he was out of the truck, slamming the door behind him. Sitting in that small cab with him was no longer sustainable at this point. The Alpha lay against the door, fingers scrabbling against the cool metal of the truck as he tried to figure out what he could possibly do.
There was only one option. Luckily, he’d parked towards the back of the lot near the tree line so when he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, freeing his hard and weeping cock no one was the wiser. Well, no one but Stiles.
“What are you doing?” the boy asked him curiously from his side of the car.
“What does it look like?” Derek bit back, wrapping his aching length tightly in one large hand and beginning to jack it up and down. He heard the rustle of Stiles moving over to the driver’s side window to peer out.
“Oh my gooood,” he moaned, “are you seriously jerking off in this creepy sex shop parking lot? You’re going to get arrested. My dad is going to arrest you.”
“Yes,” Derek hissed. “Because otherwise I’d be tossing you over the hood of my truck and fucking you pretty consistently for the next few days. Here. In the parking lot. Do you want to spend the next few days in the ‘creepy sex shop’ parking lot as hobos watch you get fucked?”
“No,” Stiles said, sounding a little dazed. He was quiet then for several long minutes, face pressed against the window as he watched Derek’s hand move faster and faster along his swollen cock. Every time he slid his hand down, his foreskin peeled back to reveal the swollen head glistening with drops of precum. Stiles’s mouth went dry. Of course, he couldn’t help it when his hand inched down to rub against the front of his tight jeans. He could feel another stream of liquid drip out of his ass as he watched Derek’s cock slide through his fingers with rapt attention.
Of course, Derek knew what he was doing. He could smell the sharp increase in arousal from the boy in the truck behind him, and could hear the little moans of pleasure that escaped from between pursed lips. Both the knowledge of what Stiles was doing behind him in the safety of the truck and the fresh hot scent of Omega slick made his head reel and his dick pulse insistently in his grasp. That was it, he was officially done. There was only one thing his body knew to do in the face of an Omega’s pleasure, of his mate’s pleasure.
It happened quickly, one minute his cock was sliding through his hands with ease and the next he started to knot. It wasn’t normal to knot while masturbating, to knot while doing anything other than plowing a pliant Omega really but being in proximity to an Omega in heat drew the reaction out of him regardless of the fact that he was knotting his hands, not a slick ass. It felt so good it was almost painful and Derek bit out a curse as he worked one hand over the sensitive, wet head of his cock as the other massaged his knot feverishly.
From the hitch in Stiles’s breathing, he knew the boy could see enough in the dim light of the store window to get a good view of his huge, swollen knot. He preened under his gaze; he knew he had an impressive cock. From the little whines and the increase in rustling sounds behind him, he knew that Stiles approved. It was that, just the simple knowledge that his mate was turned on by him, more than anything else that had him coming hard. With a curse he wrapped both hands around the swollen base of his length and pumped hard as ropes of cum painted the gravel at his feet.
Several long minutes later he heard Stiles give a little cry and the sharp tangy scent of cum filled his nostrils. Finally feeling that it was safe to get back into the truck, he carefully put himself away, wincing as he zipped his still swollen and very sensitive knot into his jeans. Moving a little shakily, he opened the door and climbed inside the cab, rolling the windows down once more before closing the door behind him.
The rest of the car ride home was uneventful and largely silent. It wasn’t until they pulled up to his cabin and Stiles exclaimed, “oh sweet cabin!” that Derek even realized he’d been waiting to hear his opinion on his house. Some intrinsic Alpha part of him puffed up its chest in pleasure at being a good provider. He’d keep the boy snug and safe at home during his heat like any good mate would.
The first thing he did was sit Stiles down at his kitchen table and make him a pile of scrambled eggs with toast and bacon on the side. Always a fan of breakfast for dinner, he dove right in. Heat was stressful on the body and it was always a good idea to pregame with a big, well-balanced meal. Once Stiles’ heat really kicked in, his body wouldn’t be able to digest anything complicated so it was important he got some calories in beforehand.
While he finished his meal, Derek straightened his room a little bit and set out some of his sleep clothes for Stiles to wear. They’d hang on his small frame but they were better than leaving him in slick-dampened jeans for several days. He ushered him into the bathroom so he could shower and collected the clothing the boy tossed out the door. Holding his breath so he wouldn’t be bowled over by the pheromones, Derek dumped the lot on his washing machine and went to change his own clothes.
After which he made the absolutely necessary renovation of adding a lock to the outside of his bedroom door. There had never been any question in his mind that he was giving Stiles the master bedroom. It was the safest room in the house it also smelled strongly of Alpha. Werewolf scholars had long since known that the spending their heat with an Alpha could help an Omega experience a shorter, though admittedly no less intense, heat. Alpha scent had been shown to help as well, even in times when an Omega had to muddle through a heat on their own with toys.
Derek stocked his room with power bars, peanut butter, and what fruit he had on hand. He set a drinking glass on the bedside table before laying the bag containing the toys they had bought earlier beside it. When Stiles emerged from the shower in a set of his much-too-large pajamas he was struck by how attractive the boy was in his clothes. Part of it was his Alpha possessiveness of course but before his brain had been so fogged by pheromones that he hadn’t really been able to look at Stiles and really see him. The hot water of the shower had washed away most of Stiles’ heat scent, leaving Derek with a clear head for the first time in hours. He was older than Derek remembered, leaner and more muscular as well. He was still attractive in that gangly way he’d always adored and still speckled with the constellation of moles he wanted to trace with his tongue. In essence he was the same old Stiles and he decidedly was not.
He was everything Derek had ever dreamed of finding in an Omega mate, even if he never really believed he’d find his. Stiles was fiery, outspoken, and demanding but also curious and not inclined to ignore his natural urges despite his entirely-human upbringing. His lovely creamy skin invited teeth and nails and oh so many bruises. Stiles was soft and supple everywhere he was hard and unyielding and he found that extremely attractive. He had the perfect Omega body, all sleek and small.
It was at that point Derek realized he was starting to get hard again and he cursed lightly under his breath. He needed to leave before Stiles started to stink up the place with his wonderful, irresistible scent.
“I’ve brought you everything you need for the next few days. Your body won’t be able to handle much food once your heat hits in full so even though it doesn’t look like much, I’d be surprised if you managed to eat this all.” He gestured to the door, “it locks from both sides. Once I leave, I want you to lock the door behind me and I’ll do the same to prevent you from coming to find me.”
He fixed the now blushing Omega with a stern gaze, “if you come to find me, all heat drunk and begging for my knot, I can promise you I will not be able to resist. Since you’re not sure that’s what you want, both of us need to take precautions.”
Stiles actually was sure he did want that but he agreed simply because he accepted that wanting Derek to knock him up probably made him a little crazy. The idea alone made something instinctual inside him clench unhappily but he was trying to go with Derek’s plan. They’d take things slow this time because that’s what Derek wanted, even if he didn’t like that plan. Stiles just nodded and did as he was told once Derek left, presumably to set up shop on the couch. He heard the lock click on the other side of the door and went to flop down on the bed.
Truth be told he was exhausted. He’d worked a long shift at the diner before any of the crazy stuff had started happening to him. Mentally and physically, he was just done. It seemed the symptoms of his heat continued to stay at a slow simmer instead of the near-boil they’d been at earlier. Getting off in Derek’s truck seemed to have taken the edge off of things, at least for a little while.
Okay so his ass was getting a little moist again but that was probably due to the fact that he was lying face down in a pillow Derek had been using for years and it smelled really, really fucking good. But not just sexy good, safe good. So good that he couldn’t help rolling himself into a burrito using Derek’s sheets and promptly falling asleep with a goofy smile on his face.
Being in heat was kind of like being drunk. But not the fun ‘dancing on tables’ drunk or the cute ‘passed out on my friend’s couch’ kind of drunk. Weird drunk. Like being so drunk people find you crying and masturbating in someone else’s shower drunk. So drunk that you turn into some sort of homing pigeon and fueled entirely by alcohol you sprint five miles home with only the lure of that last box of pop tarts in your pantry to guide you. Except instead of waking up the morning after on your front lawn with no memory of the night before, it goes on for days. And instead of pop tarts and a warm bed calling you home, you’re single-mindedly obsessed with getting fucked stupid by a huge cock with a big fat knot.
Heat isn’t a misnomer either. A body in heat will feel feverish and slick with sweat. The only respite from this comes from sexual gratification. Heat is a series of peaks and troughs, when the heat crazed lust peaks and an Omega gets knotted up good and tight under their Alpha, the symptoms will decrease for minutes to hours. It’s basically like being commanded by your body to fuck and procreate or you’ll be punished (also by your body) for your disobedience. Basically either way you’re getting fucked, either literally or metaphorically.
In retrospect Stiles should have believed him when he said going into heat was going to be hard. He’d dismissed these concerns, having no real basis for comparison. Now he kind of felt like that guy who refused to evacuate after being told a fuck-off huge hurricane would be showing up. And then after that guy gave double middle fingers to the hurricane and the hurricane fucked him up and ruined everything he loved he’d look back and say “I was such a fucking idiot.”
To say that his heat hit him like a train hits whatever it is trains hit would be something of an understatement. One minute he was drifting off to sleep in his warm Alpha smelling cocoon and the next he was waking up to find himself half-naked on top of the covers in a small pond of slick. He had no idea how he’d managed to pull off his pants and throw them across the room in his sleep but he’d managed it somehow. And if swamp ass had been a concern before, he’d moved solidly on to having lake ass. Oceanic ass. His ass had its own tide at this point. The coverlet and sheets were soaked in slick but this was quickly becoming less and less of a concern.
His absolutely painfully hard raging boner was the main issue. That and the fact that his asshole ached even worse than his cock. He’d never been this hard in his life and he was desperate not to be that way any longer than he had to be. It wasn’t that he decided he should jerk off, it was more like his hand went about the task on its own before he even realized what it was doing. His hands were smeared with slick so his cock slid easily through his tight fist. It felt good, really fucking unbelievably good, much better than jerking off had ever felt before. It felt better even than watching Derek grind his knot up into his own closed fist earlier that night which had been a capital ‘E’ Experience.
Stiles had never had the urge to touch his hole before but now he easily slid a finger back between his cheeks without even a hint of squeamishness. That ache that had awoken him was more distinctive now, he definitely needed something inside of him or he would go mad. The pad of his finger ghosted over his entrance, now swollen and wet from his heat. It slipped easily into his plush heat and he moaned at the sensation of the digit passing across sensitized nerves.
His hand on his cock tightened, stroking faster even as he sunk another finger into his needy hole. He pumped his fingers in and out of his ass, entranced by how easily he’d taken them into his body. Stiles’s first thought was that he really was made to take a huge cock like Derek’s. He was just so wet and open, it was like he could just take anything a man had to offer, no matter the size. My asshole is a giant slut, he filed this information away for later.
By this point he was sobbing into Derek’s pillow, four fingers sliding sloppily in and out of his swollen entrance. He was too far gone to even care about the lewd wet sounds his ass made or to mind the rivulets of slick running down his thighs. He pressed the pads of his fingers desperately against his prostate as he continued to pull roughly on his cock and sobbed even louder when it still wasn’t enough.
He looked over at the dildo and moaned piteously, “oh nooo, we should have gotten a bigger dildo.” He didn’t want the moderately sized one he’d picked out earlier that night, he wanted one like Derek’s cock. Wanted it to be long and thick and swollen hot with blood. He wanted it to have a nice thick knot he could grind down on. Still, the sad flesh toned dildo was all he had access to so that was what he took, shoving it into his greedy hole without preamble and fucking himself roughly with it.
It only took a few strokes before he was spilling himself onto the sheets with a cry. Instead of feeling the relief that was typical after an orgasm, he was conscious that the burning need inside his gut lessened slightly but did not disappear. It stayed there, slowly simmering just under the surface.
Stiles wasn’t sure if he’d slept or just dozed but soon he was fully awake again, hard cock jutting against his smooth belly and slick pooling wetly out from between his thighs. He didn’t waste time with fingers this time, just went straight for the dildo and sank it into his ass with a moan that was half desire, half despair. The smooth plastic slid easily into his swollen, wet passage. It felt good, better than good, the long slow slide of the toy as it entered him short-circuited all of his higher level thoughts. It was harder to get to orgasm this time, his Omega senses unsatisfied with the toy alone. He’d had to mash the toy against his prostate for what felt like hours as his hand slid along his throbbing cock so quickly it was merely a blur of motion before his body succumbed and allowed him to enjoy a reluctant orgasm.
In between his bouts of impossible-to-ignore horniness, things got a little weird. Okay, a lot weird. There may have been some sobbing as he struggled to get to reach an elusive orgasm. He may have crammed power bars into his face during this time as well, still sobbing and trying to eke out some pleasure on the much-abused dildo. And, though Stiles would never admit to it in court, he might have tried to fuck himself with one of the bananas Derek had left him before giving up in frustration. The banana was thrown across the room and called a traitor but he got hungry five minutes later and peeled and ate it as a final act of revenge.
He was also having trouble remembering why it had seemed like a bad idea for Derek to help him through his heat. Stiles remembered it had something to do with permanent mating and guaranteed pregnancies but he couldn’t remember why those had been drawbacks. Before his heat had hit in full, he’d been fixated on Derek but all of the other thoughts in his head had guaranteed that it wasn’t his sole obsession. All of the other distractions had been stripped bare by his heat so that he was only focused on pleasure and his Alpha.
Which is why Stiles found himself face down on Derek’s bed with the Alpha’s laundry scattered all around him. Giggling like a lunatic, he pulled on one of the man’s large shirts, moaning contentedly when he was wrapped in the Alpha’s strong scent. He flopped back down onto the bed, happily pressing his face against a pair of the man’s jeans. Another dribble of slick slid from him as the scent filled his nostrils.
His body ached for Derek, ached to feel the Alpha behind him and inside him. Taking things slowly and getting to know the man over time had no appeal for him anymore. Okay, to be honest the idea had never appealed to him in the first place; it had been Derek’s idea and he’d been trying to be polite by acquiescing to the man’s wishes. All of that ingrained politeness had drained away under his stubborn need to get a dick in him right now.
Stumbling to the door he pressed his face against the crack, ignoring how his slick dripped down the backs of his thighs to pool on the floor. “Derek?” he called out, “uh, Alpha?” He listened carefully, smiling when he heard the sound of feet approaching the door.
“What,” the man said shortly. It wasn’t a question.
“Uh so I know you were all like ‘let’s take it slow’ but that’s a fucking stupid idea and I hate it.” There was no response, just a heavy sigh from the other side of the door. “How about you just unlock the door and fuck me through your mattress like we both want you to?”
There was a long pause then “No.”
“Hey, fuck you!” Stiles shouted back, stung by the man’s abrupt refusal. “It was a fucking great idea and you just shot me down.”
“No Stiles, it was a stupid idea. We agreed to wait before you were heat-drunk.”
“No,” he parroted back, “you said we should wait and I said okay because I wanted you to like me and not think I was a crazy person.”
“So you admit it sounds crazy to ask a man to fuck you, bind you to him permanently, and let him knock you up?”
Stiles frowned, “okay so it sounds a little crazy but it doesn’t mean I don’t want those things. I totally want those things.” He heard Derek sigh again and the sound of the man walking away from the door. “I wanted those things basically the moment you told me those were things I could have with you.” There was no response.
“Fuck you, Derek! You better turn around and come right back here mister, I’m not done seducing you.”
“You suck at seduction,” the Alpha called from the living room.
“I need your cock!” Stiles bellowed back. “It’s such an awesome cock and I know it would feel even more awesome inside my ass. My ass is a slut and he needs your dick!”
He heard a muttered “Fuck,” and was bolstered by it.
“Alpha please,” he said, desperation leaking into his voice. “I’m so horny and my hole is so open and throbbing and it hurts. I…I need help. I can’t make it stop. I know your knot would feel so good inside me, know you could make me come.”
Only silence greeted his outburst.
Turning with a curse, Stiles stomped back to the bed, well squelched back to the bed, and reached for the stupid plug. “Well butt plug, it’s just you and me.”
Even if there had been a door in between them, standing so close to his Alpha had his cock throbbing with need. Just being near the man made everything about his heat so much more intense. He probably should have been worried at how easily the large girth of the plug slid into his hole but he was more focused on getting off.
With the smell of Alpha all around him and with how heat-drunk he was, it was easy to imagine that it wasn’t a plug inside him at all but Derek’s cock. He imagined the Alpha was hunched over him, powerful hips thrusting as he speared the smaller man with his cock again and again. He ground the tip of the plug against his prostate, moaning and whining out his pleasure. He could feel himself so close to orgasm already but unable to reach completion. His body knew the real thing would be hot like fire and far more supple than the slick silicone, knew that knot was much larger than the silly plug, and refused to settle for less.
Forty-five minutes later and he was still as close to coming as he had been before. No matter how hard he tried to imagine that Derek was here with him, that the Alpha was the one fucking him, his body knew the truth. Instinctually he also knew that his Alpha was nearby. With the real thing so close, his body was refusing to play ball until he gave up his pathetic attempts to work himself through heat with toys and brought it the thick Alpha cock it was desperate for.
Coherency had long left him at this point, making his earlier attempt at convincing Derek to join him sound downright eloquent. He ended up on his hands and knees in front of the door, sobbing as he worked the glittery plug into his needy ass to no avail. “Alpha,” he moaned brokenly, “it’s not working.” When there was only silence he continued, “the plug…not enough.” Continuing to sob he begged “Alpha, please! Need…inside me.”
Instead of becoming despondent at Derek’s refusal to see reason, Stiles instinctually decided to take matters into his own hands. If his Alpha wouldn’t unlock the door, he would just have to break out. Even though the ability to speak coherently had left him, he had been gifted with a strange sort of focus that allowed him to start to formulate a plan. He suspected that he would have had no such intellectual power had his end goal not been Alpha cock.
Stiles started at the windows as they were the most obvious means of exit. However, when he tried to open them, he discovered only a single pane that was not designed to open. He then attempted to pick the lock using a nail he found under the dresser. As he had no idea what he was doing, the door stayed stubbornly shut. Lastly, he made an attempt to pry the hinges off the door with a nail file. Stiles felt bolstered as he removed the center bolt but the file broke as he was attempting to lift the second and he was forced to give up. He had to take a break then to fuck himself with the plug a little more and to bang on the door and beg Derek to either let him out or come in and fuck him like a good Alpha should.
The man refused to engage him in conversation and he was forced to admit defeat for a third time. As Stiles went back to the bed to lay on Derek’s laundry and formulate a plan, his attention was caught by the window once more. Okay, so he couldn’t open the window but it was just made of wood and glass, surely he could break it. Admittedly he was on the second floor but desperate times called for desperate measures. His heat addled mind saw kicking out a window pane and leaping from the second story as a completely logical idea because most things that led an Omega to Alpha cock seemed logical when one was in heat. Surely his Alpha would forgive him; it was a fucking emergency.
He giggled a little at that because ‘fucking emergency’ explained the situation very aptly. Then he set to work. Remembering the cartoons he’d seen as a child, he tied the sheets together into some semblance of a rope before securing it to the bedframe. Stiles found a large metal flashlight in the closet and pushed one of the bedside tables to the side so he could get to the window. He snagged one of the slick-soaked shirts from the bed and wrapped it around the flashlight so that he wouldn’t get cut by flying glass before just saying ‘fuck it,’ and swinging at the window like he wanted to hit a home run.
With a deafening sound of breaking glass, the window shattered under his onslaught. Stiles had to swing a few more times to knock the shards of glass from the frame. Heart thumping madly with adrenaline, he tossed one of the pillows across the now open window frame and threw his makeshift rope out into the darkness. With a truly maniacal cackle, he hopped up onto the bedside table and awkwardly stuffed himself out the window.
Repelling down the side of a building with a set of sheets was more difficult that he’d thought it would be. Admittedly the fact that they were soaked in slick didn’t really help. He ended up sliding down the sheet without much grace and, when it ended a good way above the ground, he dropped off the end and into a large bush. Flopping like a fish out of water, he managed to tumble out of the bushes and onto the grass. Stiles lay there for a moment, flush with his victory and breathing heavily.
When he heard the ominous sound of Derek bellowing, “God fucking damnit, Stiles! What the hell did you just do?” he decided the best course of action was to bolt. Scrambling to his feet, Stiles tore around the cabin before his Alpha had a chance to open the door and truly survey the damage. He tried the front door and whined piteously when it was locked. Briefly, he considered if hollering to be let in was a good idea. However, with Derek being terribly recalcitrant about this whole heat business he was afraid he’d just end up locked in another room, this time without windows.
Deciding evasive maneuvers were required, he sprinted for Derek’s truck in a zig zag like he was trying to outrun an alligator. Finding it unlocked, Stiles slid onto the bench seat. Surely his Alpha would come looking for him and hopefully he wouldn’t look inside his truck. Then maybe he’d be able to sneak back inside the cabin and prepare for the man’s return. Surely if he set everything up perfectly then Derek couldn’t refuse to mate him, if he was the best Omega for his Alpha then the man wouldn’t be able to deny him. His mind was already running through all sorts of scenarios; it was like he just knew instinctually what Alphas wanted from their sweet little heat-stricken Omegas.
Giggling like a drunkard, Stiles let his fingers skim across his hip to dip between his cheeks and press against his needy hole. If the man was going to take his time, he needed to take the edge off just a little bit. Though long since past the point where he could come without assistance from an Alpha, it still felt comforting to let his fingers slid in and out of his swollen, open passage. God, he should have just told Derek that he wanted the man to fuck him when they had gotten to the cabin, should have told him that waiting was a shitty idea and that growing fat and swollen with the man’s child sounded fucking awesome.
And Derek would get him so pregnant. With a huge knot like that, there’s no way even a single sperm would escape. He shuddered in pleasure at the idea, feeling a rush of slick slide down his thighs in response. Okay so maybe it was a little weird that he got such a rush of pleasure from the very idea of his Alpha knocking him up but he’d never really been one to care about appearances.
And then his gaze caught on the gear shift. It was perfect, all long and leathery with a nice little knob at the end. Well, it was like a reverse knot. Why would they make cock-shaped gear shifts if Omegas weren’t supposed to enjoy them? It made no sense. He was fated to find this dick shaped gear shift. Chortling because he was a genius, he maneuvered himself until he was poised over the appendage.
And then was promptly brought out of his reverie by a beam of light shining into his eyes. Oh shit. Alas gear shift, their love was not meant to be. And also there went his plan where Derek wandered off into the woods and he was able to slip inside and arrange himself artfully before a roaring fire. Or something. If he hadn’t been in heat, being caught on his back as his fingers slid in and out of his ass would have been embarrassing. As it was, he was just acutely interested in the man holding the flashlight.
“Oh Jesus Christ Stiles,” Derek muttered. “Please, please tell me you weren’t about to fuck my car.”
“I plead the third?” Stiles tried.
Derek rubbed his palm over his face and sighed, “that’s not even the right amendment.”
This close to his Alpha, Stiles’s brain felt slow as molasses. “I had a plan,” he said slowly, brows creased a little in confusion.
“You had a plan,” Derek repeated, then shook his head. “Just get out of the truck.”
When he opened the door, it only took him a second to realize what a bad idea that was. The scent of wet and ready Omega overpowered him, sending him reeling. But not reeling backward, reeling forwards to pull Stiles from the vehicle so he could be all over him, so he could bury his face in his neck and just take in that delicious scent while his cock found him and split him wide.
Stiles was a step ahead of him; the second the doors opened he launched himself forward, wrapping his arms and legs around the large man like a Koala and held on for dear life. He wasn’t sure if he kissed Derek or if he kissed him, probably they just met in the middle. All he knew was that there was a tongue trying to force its way down his throat and it was amazing.
Then Derek was pushing him back against the side of the truck, hips fitting neatly between his long, spread legs. As he was only wearing one of the man’s large shirts and nothing else, this brought his needy cock in contact with the Alpha’s own through the material of the man’s jeans. He didn’t know if it was this contact or simply the sensation of the large man pressing fully along the length of his body but Stiles came so hard he saw stars for a few seconds. He shuddered, back arching as he pumped out a stream of cum onto Derek’s hard, flat stomach, staining his dark shirt with the white fluid.
This startled Derek, reminding him that he was supposed to be resisting temptation instead of giving into it fully. Reminding him that he’d locked this boy in a room to ensure he didn’t do exactly what he was doing right now. Through a great force of will, he broke the kiss and started for the house, panicked mind telling him he needed to find another room to lock Stiles into before he gave in to his instincts and bred him.
Stiles was moving under instincts of his own. The fog in his mind cleared a little after his orgasm and he was reminded of his plan. Okay so maybe it hadn’t gone as he’d intended but the important thing was that he was now wrapped in Derek’s arms instead of locked alone in a bedroom. This was progress. When the larger man began to carry him inside, he thought things were looking up because of course the Alpha was taking him inside to fuck him silly.
That shit was taking too long. Stiles slid one hands down between them and started working open Derek’s fly. He slapped his hand away and Stiles whined, twisting so he could unzip the Alpha’s jeans and free his cock. At the first touch of his hand on Derek’s length his hips stuttered but he rallied and slapped the questing hands away again.
Stiles keened and tried to squirm his fingers down between them once more, “just need your cock Alpha. Just need a taste, need it inside me…”
He trailed off and then let out an indignant squawk when Derek said, “we can’t do this.”
“Yes we abso-fucking-lutely can,” Stiles responded seriously, crushing the man’s cheeks between his hands and shaking him a little bit. “You’ve got the world’s most diamond hard boner and I have a super wet hole, we definitely can.”
“Damnit Stiles, it’s not right! Of course, you’re saying that now, you’re in heat. Eventually you’ll regret it. I’m not going to take advantage of you like that.”
Admittedly sometimes the heat did make him feel like he was drunk but he was super clear-headed right now. Stiles knew if he didn’t convince the other man of his total willingness he’d go completely without cock for the remainder of this heat and that was not an option. In a way, it was sweet for Derek to insist he wasn’t going to fuck him because of ethics or something. But however endearing this little show of chivalry was, it still needed to be rectified. He squirmed out of the man’s grasp and stood, feeling like this was a conversation they needed to have face to face.
“Derek Francis Hale,” Stiles started.
“That’s not my middle name, Stiles.” Derek interjected unhelpfully.
Stiles ignored him. This was a middle name kind of conversation. “I have wanted to climb you like a tree and sit on that D since the literal second I met you. I solely blame your eternal lurking and penchant for breaking into my room for giving me a fetish for night intruders. I’ve seen you kill people. I know all your dirty little secrets. There is nothing, and I do mean nothing, that would make me not want this. Not want you.’” Derek opened his mouth to speak but the Omega shushed him lightly, patting his lips awkwardly until he gave up.
“I wasn’t heat-drunk then and I wanted you. I wasn’t out of my mind when I watched you knot your fist so you didn’t throw me over the front of your truck and breed me. If you had asked me in that parking lot, I would have gone ass up for you in a heartbeat. And when you told me you could knock me up, I’m pretty sure I got harder than I had ever been before in my entire life. We’re going to make the cutest goddamn babies, Derek. The literal cutest. They’ll have 200% of the normal amount of moles and eyebrows, it’ll be awesome. I want to spend my heat with you. I want you to fuck me until I’m cross-eyed and knot me up so good that I get pregnant from your first jet of cum. And since you’ve been listening to my heartbeat this whole time, tell me if I lied.”
Derek snapped. Look, he was trying to be a good guy. He thought consent was important because of certain coercive gross relationship he had been party to. But like, what the fuck was he supposed to say to that? To do when his Omega laid their history before them and said ‘I want all that you are’? He roared, throwing his head back as he shifted. Fangs dropping and eyes burning with a fire so blue it was like he was lit inside by a blow torch.
He growled and tossed Stiles unceremoniously onto the couch. “You can’t just say shit like that,” he groused, all the while advancing on his Omega. “Your mouth, your fucking dirty mouth—” he trailed off, clearly unable to finish his thought.
Stiles finished it for him, moaning out an “oh thank you werewolf Jesus,” as he unceremoniously dived for Derek’s open fly. The werewolf didn’t even have a chance to speak before the boy was wrapping one hand around his thick cock and pulling down his jeans with the other. Then Stiles was wrapping his lips around the head of his dick and he didn’t even want to speak anymore. Hot, slick heat encased him as the boy sucked him down with a ferocious hunger. For a man who had never sucked cock before, Stiles made up for what he lacked in technique with sheer single-minded desperation. And spit, lots and lots of spit.
Two things happened then. First, Stiles’s body decided that he no longer needed his hard-won coherency as the Alpha was now complying. So all the energy that had gone into fueling his higher thought processes basically just shut off. There was Alpha cock in front of him and that was all that mattered. Secondly, Derek stopped resisting. It was hard for an Alpha to say no to an Omega in heat, let alone their own mate. He just didn’t have the energy to resist the call of his instincts, not when Stiles wanted it so badly. When he wanted it so badly.
It was like a dam breaking, one minute he was reeling from the sensation of having his whole cock hoovered into a desperate Omega’s mouth and the next something just snapped and he was ripping the boy off his cock and shoving him face down onto the couch. Stiles keened, instinct driving him to spread his thighs wide and arch his back, presenting for his Alpha.
Derek growled low in his throat as he took in the sight of the boy’s puffy, swollen hole. Rivulets of slick dripped from him as he quivered under the Alpha’s gaze. He wanted to open up Stiles with his tongue until the boy was sobbing and shaking beneath him, begging to be fucked. There would be time for that later, after he had fucked the boy stupid. His instincts were screaming at him to mate and claim his Omega, to fuck his seed so deep into his puffy little cunt that his scent would never fade from the smaller man.
So he did. He laid himself across Stiles’s back and breathed in the pungent ripe fruit smell of his Omega. The boy squirmed, hips hitching up in a vain effort to get that cock in him right now. Derek laughed at this, leaning back to grasp his length in one hand before running the fat head over Stiles’s swollen pucker. He had to bite back a curse as the muscle clenched around him, mouthing at the tip with an insistence that was hard to resist.
Stiles, pressing his ass back and keening in desperation as Derek slid his thick length up and down his cleft but never pressed inside. “Alpha please,” he begged, “I need…I’ll do anything…Just the tip, I need just a little bit…please.”
Internally the Alpha crowed, loving how his ripe little Omega begged for him, loving the feel of him pressing firm against his hips. The blood was pounding in his ears, roaring in them, and his mind was only filled with thoughts of claiming, of mating himself deep into that willing body. It was easy then to shift his hips back, to press the head of his cock against that slick, ready pucker. Derek leaned over him, his hulking form pressing him into the soft cushions of the couch.
“I think you need more than just the tip Omega,” he said, low and sultry. “I think you need every. Single. Inch.” He punctuated each word with a teasing roll of his hips as Stiles swiveled his hips in a bid to entice the older man to just get on with it already.
Stiles felt a large hand close around the back of his neck, forcing his face and chest down into the cushions so he had to adopt a stark lordosis pose, presenting his ass to his Alpha. The man took what was offered, sliding his other hand around to grasp the Omega’s hip as he pressed the blunt head of his cock inside before snapping his hips sharply and forcing his whole length into the boy.
If Stiles had been in his right mind, he may have been embarrassed by the fact that he came instantly, shuddering and crying out as he painted sticky lines of cum against the couch beneath him. This orgasm had been a long time coming and he felt like his body praising him for finally giving it what it needed, a nice Alpha cock to be split open on. Derek had slid inside him as easily as the much smaller dildo had, his body so inviting and ready and slick that there was no resistance.
There was even less after his orgasm, a gush of slick pouring from him and bubbling out around his rim, painting the older man’s groin with his wetness. Derek wasn’t really in a position to care then, too focused on the tight hot plushness of his Omega’s insides. That first plunge inside had been mind-numbingly good and the tight clamp and screw of Stiles’ inner muscles as he orgasmed made him see stars. The sphincter that was usually closed tight to guard the smaller man’s cervix was now open and gaping, the heat making it ready to receive his seed. As the boy came, body arching and shaking, that inner ring of muscle mouthed at his cock, trying to capture and hold it close.
Derek had to pull back before he lost his mind, withdrawing nearly all the way before plunging back in, using his hands to force the boy to lie still and take it. He fucked him hard with complete abandon, glad that he didn’t have to worry about hurting his Omega by being too rough. Omegas were made for this, made to take Alpha cock as it was brutally forced on them over and over again. There had been men and women in the past, Betas who weren’t designed for such things, that had taken one good look as his very large cock and had refused to have sex with him on principle.
Stiles had no such qualms if the way he stuttered out, “oh my fucking God, your dick!”
“What about it, Omega?” Derek responded, breathing the question low and hot into the boy’s ear.
Words were hard. “Ugh, its so big. Like the most awesome dick, everrrr,” he managed to moan out, instinctually rotating his hips so he could feel every inch. Had it been any other time, he’d be impressed that he’d been able to fit something roughly the size of a woman’s forearm inside his ass. He was a little too preoccupied with how full he felt, how perfect it was to finally have what he had been craving for hours. Derek’s cock was thick and hot and long and it stroked across every bit of sensitive flesh inside him as the man fucked him roughly, hips snapping as he thrust in and out with brutal intensity.
Stiles’ erection hadn’t even wilted after his most recent orgasm. Instead of feeling like a release, it seemed to only intensify the heat and need ten-fold. His body felt hot and his skin too tight, the only thing that seemed to soothe his ache a little was the sensation of Derek plowing in to him, hot chest pressed against his back.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Stiles cried, punctuating each thrust with a swear as the larger man pressed him more firmly against the couch and raised up, cock thrusting down into him at an angle that was positively riveting. The head of his dick angling up and sliding past the bifurcation into his tight clammy birth canal. “Holy shit, your fucking cock,”
“You like that, little Omega?” Derek asks, low and gruff.
“Love your cock Alpha. Feels so good—mating me, giving me what I need.” The large man lets out a low hiss as the boy rolls his hips. “You take care of me, like a good Alpha. Givin’ me all the cock I need.”
Derek slams into him then so hard he loses track of his thoughts, so hard he’s not able to do anything but sob and sob and just take it. When Stiles surfaces again from the haze of pleasure, he’s frenzied. “God Alpha, need your knot. Want to feel you locked up tight inside of me.”
The older man’s hips stutter, unable to even handle hearing those words come out of his boys mouth. “Gonna give it to you baby, gonna knot you so good and hard it’ll bruise your insides. You’ll be sore for a goddamn week.”
Stiles keened, body letting out another jet of slick. “Need your cum, Alpha. Want you to fill me up with it, want to feel it warm n’ hot inside me.”
Derek shuddered, the sweet clammy tightness of his boy suddenly too much to handle. He could feel the ache at the base of his cock, signaling that he was going to pop a fat knot soon.
“Want you to fuck a baby in me,” Stiles continued, oblivious to his Alpha’s struggle. “Your cum’s so thick, so fuckin’ toxic,” he slurs, “I know you’ll get me pregnant with the first spray, so strong it’s guaranteed. And when I’m all fat and round with your child every time you’ll look at me you’ll remember me like this, all wet and ready for your thick knot.”
And that was it, that was the end for Derek. He was dead. Stiles had killed him. No Alpha could listen to such praise of their virility, their potency, without completely losing it. With a roar he knotted so hard and fast his vision swam. One thrust, his quickly swelling knot caught on the rim of Stiles’ entrance as he forced his cock inside. Two thrusts, it was so thick that it began to press up and against his prostate, making Stiles sob sweetly against the couch cushions. Now it was hard to press it inside, his body trying to keep the swollen gland out or in, depending whether Derek was coming or going. It slid wetly through the swollen passage, making the boy keen and the larger man curse as it caught on his rim each time. He kept forcing it in and out, fucking Stiles long past the point when he should have just stayed inside and knotted him up.
It was too good; Stiles’ tears and the sensation of fucking his swelling knot into the boy’s willing body was making him reckless. It was making him cruel. He liked watching his Omega squirm and just take him, far past the point where he should be able to. Then Derek gave one last ferocious thrust, forcing himself balls deep into Stiles’ hole and his knot caught and held. His teeth ached at the root and he felt compelled to bend forward, catching the sensitive skin of the boy’s neck between his teeth and biting down hard, cutting through flesh to leave a perfect imprint on his Omega’s neck. Both of them stiffened as the bond snapped into place, tying them together.
The boy was screaming now, trying to come to terms with his body holding onto a fleshy bulb the size of his Alpha’s large fist. Stiles instinctually knew what to do, his body canting back and rolling his hips in order to grind the knot against his too-sensitive prostate. The swollen flesh of his Alpha’s knot pressed up firmly and insistently against that little nub, forcing him to accept a long string of rolling, never-ending orgasms. As they ripped through him, they were so intense and lasted so long that he shouted his pleasure, screamed it though a rain of tears. His inner muscles clenched in an ever-tightening wave, sucking at the fat head of Derek’s cock like a whirlpool even as they milked shaft, encouraging the Alpha to come again and again.
Then the tight clench of the boy’s inner orgasm was wrenching his own release from him, even as he watched fascinated as blood dripped down from Stiles’s neck. He came explosively. World endingly. Vision whiting out as he sent a spray of semen into Stiles’ birth canal, bathing his cervix with thick cream and knowing, without a doubt, that by the end of this heat his Omega would be pregnant.
They fed off each other’s pleasure, Stiles writhing on his knot, taking it so well and fucking himself through orgasm after dry orgasm on that bulb of flesh. Each time he came, the fierce inner screw of his muscles around Derek’s knot would suck another stream of cum from the larger man. They clung to each other, Stiles crying and sobbing, face wet with tears and voice hoarse from screaming; Derek’s face set in a rictus of pleasure as he convulsed each time he shot another load into his Omega.
After a while, the severity of the pleasure ebbed a little as their bodies became too sensitive and tender. Derek collapsed on top of his body, twisting to the side a little so they were spooned together on the couch instead of crushing Stiles. His slowly softening knot still tied the two of them together.
“Well,” Stiles breathed out shakily after several long minutes, “that was the best sex in the history of ever.” And it was. God, someone should have recorded that for posterity because that shit was intense. “Is it always like that?”
Derek laughed, cuddling his Omega close and licking gently at the bite mark he’d made on Stiles’ neck as his heart was filled with pride at the knowledge that this beautiful creature was his for all time, that his boy would soon be giving him his first child. “Just wait until next time,” he responded then, nuzzling into the sweet Omega scent at the base of his neck as they both dozed and regained their energy for round two. “And you can tell me.”
The problem was that every Omega responded to heat differently. Typically, there was a bit of time between bouts of heat insanity. After being knotted, they usually found themselves able to focus on things other than cock for a few hours. Of course, Stiles was never usual. Instead of getting better, he got worse. While he did experience moments of clarify and sometimes extreme eloquence, these periods lasted mere minutes. Which meant he spent most of his heat being completely shit-faced on heat hormones.
As soon as Derek’s knot went down, the he took his Omega into the bathroom to clean up. They had only been in the shower for five minutes when Stiles had turned to him, dark hair wet and body soapy, and begged his Alpha to fuck him again. He’d canted his ass up, spreading his cheeks to show the man the slick drooling once more from his poor abused hole. It wasn’t long before the boy was pressed face-first against the cool tile of the shower as Derek slid into him roughly.
Less than an hour later, Stiles was on his back on the kitchen table loudly and thoroughly extolling the virtues of Derek’s cock as the larger man plowed into him with vigor. They’d gone to get a drink of water after finally making it out of the shower. Stiles had sat at the small table drinking two full glasses of water before he crawled up onto the table and spread eagled himself on the top. It’s not like Derek could say no to that so naturally he obliged. The fact that Stiles told him that his dick was both “monumental” and “towering,” and that being fucked by him was “something akin to a religious experience” was really flattering.
After applying a tarp over the window where Stiles had made his escape earlier that night, the older man finally managed to convince Stiles to get into bed. He’d had to clear off all of the scattered laundry that had been left on the bed, shaking his head at the mess his boy had made. He’d also had to change the duvet as his was almost entirely sopping wet and stank to high heaven like Omega slick. Even after washing it, he’d probably pop a boner every time he slept under it.
“Were you seriously trying to make a nest of my clothes?” Derek asked him, shaking his head.
“Felt better to fuck m’self in a pile of your stuff. Smelled like you,” Stiles replied, words slurred more with exhaustion than desire.
Derek laughed, “I won’t admit to it in court but I may have taken your underwear out of the laundry room and jerked off in it. Uh, a few times.”
“Ha!” the Omega let out a bark of laughter and landed on the bed. “You’re a pervert.”
“And you’re a hypocrite,” Derek informed him, before turning out the light and pulling him close.
It continued like that for three days. All they did was sleep and fuck and drink copious amounts of water so they didn’t pass out. On the last day there’d been more sleeping and less fucking now that Stiles’s heat had started to wane. Still, Derek was confused when he woke in the night and couldn’t find the Omega. A quick search of the house found the boy sitting stark naked on the tailgate of his truck.
“It was hot inside,” was all he said in his defense.
When the Alpha hopped up to sit next to him, Stiles felt that old familiar heat curl low within his gut. It wasn’t as forceful or insistent as it had been but he still wanted. So he took. He pushed Derek back and straddled his hips, rocking back onto the erection that had sprung up thanks to his mere proximity. He was so messy and open from all the fucking they’d been doing that the large cock slipped into him easily.
He rolled his hips, sliding up and down on that hot, unforgiving shaft. It was easy to bring himself to orgasm as Derek curled large fingers in his messy hair and told him to take what he needed. It was easy to fling his head back and shudder through a string of orgasms as he milked the knot inside him over and over again under the stars.
By all rights it should have been awkward when the two of them finally awoke on the fourth morning to find all traces of heat compulsion gone and surveyed the destruction of the cabin. They’d fucked on every available flat surface and even some of the not-so-flat ones. But it wasn’t, it just felt normal. Yes, there would be struggles to come as the two of them tried to adapt to their now permanently intertwined lives but for the time being, it was peaceful.
In the end, they were both right; Stiles never regretted spending his heat with Derek and Derek did knock his Omega up during that first heat. It had felt weird to go into the bathroom in the morning and pee on the little stick and honestly Stiles hadn’t really expected it to work. Which wasn’t to say he didn’t run outside and shriek in absolute glee when it turned out that yes, he was pregnant. He brandished the stick with the two blue lines like a sword, barely able to hold it still long enough for Derek to get a good luck at it. Which of course ended with Stiles bent over the back of his Alpha’s tailgate.
It was at that moment that Stiles was sure things would never be ordinary, would never be quiet, again. Not that his life had every really been normal. But now that he was mated to a werewolf with a baby werewolf on the way, he was in for a world of never-ending insanity. He was also sure he didn’t want it any other way.
The Nogitsune had stolen the joy from his life, stolen away his dream of working in law enforcement when he realized he was too traumatized to handle the job he’d always wanted. Getting banished to an interdimensional train station hadn’t helped the ole’ PTSD either. He’d been stuck in a holding pattern, stuck at the diner feeling trapped but also too scared to truly live his life in fear that it would all be taken from him. He’d always had the pack but no one lived in Beacon Hills anymore but him.
But now he had Derek as family, mate, and pack. And sue him, maybe it made him a little crazy to literally hook up with his long-time crush after years apart and immediately decide to start a family. It was so cliché to say it, but he felt like a piece of himself had been missing until he mated Derek. Cliché but no less true. Wherever Derek was, it felt like home. A home he felt inspired to defend. A home that he was going to do everything in his power to fill with children. If the way his Alpha looked intently at his slowly swelling belly was any indication, he didn’t think he’d have any trouble with those plans.
End.