Heartbeat, It's A Lovebeat
Title: Heartbeat, It's A Lovebeat
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A very young fox!Stiles ends up lost in the woods of Beacon Hills where he's watched by a slightly older Derek. Twelve years later, Stiles ends up back in those same woods for a completely different reason... but he still manages to find Derek.
Word Count: 11617
A/N: This is my first ever Sterek fic and I'm all kinds of nervous and excited and so many feelings all at once. And, yes, this title is from the song by the DeFranco family. Also, this one is for homo_pink, cuz without her, I wouldn't even know this fandom existed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf
AO3
Derek was able to smell it one day he had gone out on his own for a quick run through the woods. The day a new creature entered Beacon Hills. It wasn’t a human, that much he knew. He also knew that it wasn’t another werewolf. But there was something out there.
The smell didn’t seem to get any stronger for days, just staying right along the outskirts of the woods that Derek knew so well. Neither he nor his family bothered approaching the scent, either, deciding to go on runs opposite that particular edge of the forest. It didn’t smell hostile or vengeful, it was just there. So Derek let it take its time.
One day, though, the smell finally grew a little stronger, came a little closer. Each day, the smell seemed to get just that much stronger. Then came a day when Derek finally headed in the direction of the latest creature to stumble upon Beacon Hills. However, it must have smelled him coming, because the scent was now further than it had been for a couple days. He supposed most animals would react that way when smelling a wolf, but figured they had to have known they were entering wolf territory. He and the rest of his family had pissed around the parameters enough, that was for certain.
Derek lost track of the amount of time he had been playing this ridiculous version of hide and seek with a creature he’d yet to even see. His whole family knew that it was there, and while they were all curious, they let it takes its time. Derek seemed to be the only one who wanted to go out and actively investigate, even if he didn’t ever try and get too close. His sister Laura blamed it on his overactive ten year old brain and the sheer amount of Hardy Boys mystery novels he’d read recently.
Then, one day, he could smell it, closer than it had ever gotten to him before, maybe after finally realizing he wasn’t a threat unless he was threatened. That was when he spotted it. Just a little splash of red fur and wet black nose sticking out around the base of a tree, amber eyes just noticeable in the hint of sunlight streaming through the heavy foliage.
Now that it was there, Derek suddenly realized why the smell was so canine. When he moved his front paw one step closer to the tiny fox, it took off. Derek had no doubt that, if he wanted to, he could chase after it and have it pinned to the ground in a heartbeat. But he let it run.
The following day, while Derek was once again investigating the fox, following its scent out near the edge of the woods, he saw that there were two humans heading through the maze of trees. The scent of the humans, he now noticed, were still lingering on the fox. And then the fox spotted those two humans, running over to them while letting out little excited yips. Both humans smelled of relief and happiness when they saw the small animal heading in their direction. The woman unfolded a blanked she’s been carrying, crouching down with her arms extended out. The little fox leapt up into her arms and, even though Derek had seen his family members change back and forth from wolf form his entire life, it seemed like a brand new experience as he watched the fox shift into a little boy, no more than five or six, in his mother’s arms.
Even though he was clinging to his mother as they walked out of the woods towards where their car must have been parked, the little boy’s eyes met the wolf’s, Derek giving him a small nod as they left, not needing to see his mouth to know that he was smiling.
~~~
Derek hadn’t been back to Beacon Hills for a long time, but when he did come back, he went right back to the remains of his old home, reminding him of how he had nothing. Nearly his whole family burned to death, his uncle was practically brain dead and burned to shit and his sister was chopped in half, now buried in the ground. Not to mention, there was some crazy rogue alpha wolf running around in a reign of terror upon Beacon Hills.
While roaming around the parameters of his old house in his wolf form, he caught a scent in the air. One that he recognized, but couldn’t place right away. It was familiar, friendly. Canine.
Then it hit him. It all came back to him, a rush of memories he hadn’t thought of in years. The fox was here.
Once again, it was like a game of hide and seek, though, to be fair, Derek hadn’t been seeking all that hard. He could smell the sadness and nervousness on him, and as he did last time, he wanted the fox to approach him on his own terms. It had been years since he was in these woods, so there had to be a reason he came back.
Just as it happened twelve years prior, the fox’s scent grew stronger until Derek knew that he was amongst the trees right in front of him. Then he caught a glimpse of that wet black nose, red fur and those same amber eyes. The only difference was its size; the fox has grown up. This time when Derek took a step closer, the fox didn’t run. This time, the fox took a step, as well.
They took turns stepping closer to one another until they were nearly nose to nose. The fox stepped to the side, sniffing at the air. He knew that the wolf knew he wasn’t just as fox, as he knew the wolf wasn’t just a wolf, but he had no intention of shifting into his human form. As a fox he felt safer, warmer, closer to the earth than he ever did as a human. As a fox, he followed his instincts more than he did any logical thought.
He kept moving, the pair now circling around one another, sniffing at the air, even each other’s butts. They vaguely knew one another’s scents before then, but they wanted to always know that scent the instant it hit their noses, not wonder just what that scent could be.
After sniffing one another for a bit, the fox took off again. Derek knew that he’d be back, though. If not later that day, then the next.
It was later that day. Derek had been inside the shell of his house when he heard some rustling in the trees and could smell the now very familiar scent of the fox. Shifting into his wolf form, Derek headed outside then towards the fox.
He was waiting for Derek, sitting there in the pile of brush that coated the woods. When Derek was close, he stood and walked to him, nosing at his neck a little. That was the first time any actual contact had been made between them. Then the fox turned and began trotting away from Derek. When he didn’t follow, the fox looked back to him and quirked his head, as if asking why not? So, instead of being left behind, Derek began walking with the fox. Then, when the fox picked up speed, so did Derek. Soon, they were both running through the woods, jumping over tree roots and dodging stray, low hanging branches. At one point, the fox stopped and sniffed before jumping up into the air and landing with his front paws smothering a small chipmunk.
Sure, Derek went for runs in the woods, but it was only to let off steam, to try and tire himself out so he wouldn’t have the energy to be angry. It had been a long time since he’d run and actually had fun doing so. He could smell the fox was happy, too. Well, happier. It was then that he knew that this was the fox’s way of distracting them both from the realities of their own lives.
When it was getting late, Derek realized that he had no idea where the fox had been staying. And he probably had no idea that there was an insane alpha wolf bent on death and destruction roaming around. He nudged the fox gently with his nose, pointing with his snout to the direction of his house.
With a little hesitation, the fox began following the large black wolf until they reached the charred shell of a house. He could smell that he was deep in wolf territory, the stench of wolf urine hitting his nose even before they reached the house and it was nearly overwhelming just outside of the building. But he kept going up the stairs and into the house, slightly concerned that he could still see the stars up in the now dark sky, even though they were inside.
Now that they were in the house, Derek was left unsure of what to do. Even when they first saw each other all those years ago, the fox had only even known him in wolf form. So, did he change into his human form or did he stay as a wolf? He headed up the stairs to where his room was, hearing the fox following him. When the fox jumped up onto his mattress, his decision was made. He walked onto the mattress and curled his large wolf form around the little fox, rather pleased when the fox gently nuzzled him.
~~~
That morning, Derek woke up to a splash of red fur. He got out of bed and shifted, face scrunching up, mouth dry and full of fur. Sticking out his tongue, he wiped his hand across the surface, finding himself with a decent amount of red fur in his mouth. Hearing a little whine, he looked down and saw that the fox was awake and was looking back at him. It took him a moment to remember that he was naked, so, after throwing on the shorts he wore yesterday, he turned back to the fox.
He was never good with the whole conversation thing, and now he was considering talking to something that couldn’t talk back. Well, was choosing to stay in a form in which he couldn’t talk back. “Are you hungry?” he asked, scratching the back of his head, glancing around the room. Seeing the fox stand and nod, he walked out of the room, knowing the fox would follow. Derek didn’t have a whole lot of variety in his burnt out pantry and he had no idea what the fox would like. “Um, do you like Corn Flakes?”
The fox just stared.
“No? Ok, then. Pop Tarts?” he asked after looking around a little bit longer The fox’s ears perked up at that. So, Pop Tarts it was. Opening the wrapper, he crumpled it up before sticking one strawberry Pop Tart into the fox’s open mouth. He grabbed another package for himself, knowing that Corn Flakes without milk were even blander than Corn Flakes with milk.
As they ate, Derek occasionally looked down at the fox, wondering just why the other hadn’t turned back into his human form. He had seen him turn before, knew he could do it, so why hadn’t he?
With a crumpled up wrapper in hand, Derek looked down at the fox, who was trying to get a big piece of the corner crust into his mouth, and said, “There’s something you need to know.”
Hearing the urgency in his voice, the fox looked up, Pop Tart momentarily forgotten. Quirking his head just slightly, he let Derek know that he was listening.
“There’s a wolf running around-” he began, but before he could get any further, the fox let out a little bark, because, well, he was standing there with a wolf. “Who’s not me,” Derek specified, seeming to understand what the fox was getting at. “I don’t know who it is. But he’s an alpha and he’s killed a few people already, given one person the bite, that I know of.” He crouched down so he was face to face with the fox and, with the hand that wasn’t holding the wrapper, gave him a little pat. “You smell like me now, like wolf. Be careful when you go out into the woods.”
The fox licked his nose.
Derek smiled.
~~~
It wasn’t until the following night that the fox changed. They had eaten dinner, Derek picking up some chicken strips and fries from a restaurant in town, because what teenaged werefox didn’t like chicken strips? While Derek went out on a walk just outside the parameters of the house to do his nightly check, the fox stayed in the room, deciding that the time had finally come. When he changed, he found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that he put on, though he had to keep tugging the shorts up and the shirt was rather baggy on his thin frame.
“Holy shit,” Derek said when he got back upstairs and saw that there was a teenage boy standing in his room wearing his clothes.
“Hi.”
“What took you so long?” Derek asked.
“That’s your first question? Not ‘how have you been after all these years?’ or even ‘by the way, what’s your name?’ It’s ‘what took you so long?’”
Derek didn’t answer that, just stared at the beautiful boy in front of him, part of him wishing he’d been there when he changed shapes so he could have seen what he looked like under those clothes…
“Okayyy, I was trying to give you some social clues, but apparently you’re oblivious to those, so I’ll answer my questions before I get to yours. My name is Stiles, well, that’s not my real name, but that’s what people call me, so you can call me Stiles.”
As the kid talked, Derek was amazed at just how much he was actually saying. He had been in animal form for god knows how long, so maybe it was all just pent up inside him. Or, maybe he really did talk that much all the time. He hoped it was the former.
“What’s your name?” Stiles asked.
“Derek,” he answered after moment’s pause.
Now Stiles became the one asking the questions as he moved onto, “So… what happened?” He could smell the char, could smell it out in the woods. That smell hadn’t been there the first time he was here. He may have been young then, but his nose didn’t forget.
“A fire,” Derek said.
“No shit.”
“This was- is,” he corrected, “my house.”
Stiles caught the implication of his words. His house, where his family once lived. Where his family all died. “I’m sorry.”
“So, why are you here?” Derek asked him, not wanting to dwell on what happened years ago.
“I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” Stiles answered.
Derek gave his head the slightest quirk. “But last time-”
“Last time I ended up in someone’s haveaheart trap. They decided to dump me off a few towns over, figuring I wouldn’t come back,” Stiles told him. “I had no idea where I was or even how to get back home, so I wandered around here. I never forgot you, you know. I might have been scared, but I was five years old, I was freaked out by squirrels running around me. When my parents finally found me, I saw you there and I just knew that… you’d be here if I ever needed you.”
“That doesn’t answer-”
“I was giving you background. Weren’t you wondering how I ended up here twelve years ago? I thought so.” It wasn’t often that Stiles was short on words, but this was a touchy subject. However, Derek had just shared with him that his whole family died in a house fire, so it only seemed fair. “And the reason I came back here… a few years ago, my mom died. My dad and I, it was tough, but we got through it together. But then last month my dad… he was shot and killed on duty. He was the sheriff, so everyone knew him.” He sat down on the mattress, legs crossed in front of him. “The whole goddamn city knew that I was all alone now. I just… I got sick of it, of everyone just radiating pity and hoped that if I came here that maybe…” he then looked up and over to Derek, meeting his eyes, “someone would still be here, that you’d still be here.”
Derek really didn’t know what to say. He knew that Stiles was upset, but now he knew why and they had far more in common than he ever could have thought. “What made you think I’d be any different?”
“Honestly? I have no idea. Maybe it’s because I know you saw me and kinda kept a lookout on me all those years back and saw that I managed to get through it even though I was scared shitless. And, uh… I know it’s not the same, not at all, but now I know you can relate to… things,” he said, for lack of a better term.
Derek gave him a nod. Hell, he still got himself strange, pitying looks from longstanding townsfolk. Even when he was wanted for murder people gave him those same sad looks, and he could hear them talking about him, how what happened to his family drove him to the brink of insanity, how he had become a crazed killer and so on and so forth. “Yeah,” was all he said.
Standing up and giving Derek a little smile, Stiles changed back into his fox form, the already too big clothes falling right off him. Stiles padded over to the pillow and curled himself up into a little red ball.
Stripping down to his boxers, Derek knelt onto the mattress before lying himself down next to the fox, a tentative hand reaching out to stroke the fox’s fur. When he didn’t have his hand bitten off, he continued to pet him, even scratching him lightly right behind the ears. Stiles would sometimes turn his head and lick at Derek’s hand.
They fell asleep with Stiles, still a fox, curled up against Derek’s chest, one of Derek’s arms wrapped around Stiles.
~~~
When morning came and Derek found that he, once again, awoke with red fur in his mouth, he wondered what in the actual hell he did while asleep.
That was also the first morning that Stiles joined him for breakfast and Derek didn’t actually have to throw things onto the floor for him. “Pop Tarts are actually a lot more enjoyable as a human,” Stiles said, grabbing a package from the box, tearing the silver wrapper off and biting right into it.
Derek gave a little grunt, which Stiles took as agreement.
After they finished up eating, Stiles kicked at the charred floorboards, stirring up some dust. “What are you doing today?” Stiles asked him, still looking at the floor, wondering just how safe it actually was to be standing on it.
“Not sure yet. Probably go into town for a while,” he answered with a shrug.
“Ok, so you don’t mind if I…?” Stiles let the sentence trail off while he shifted, once again leaving a pile of clothes surrounding him. He then took off into the woods.
Instead of chasing after him, Derek let him go, just muttering a quiet, “Be careful,” as he watched the bushy tail head out the door. The kid just lost his only family a short time ago and he remembered how he needed space and time alone, so he let Stiles have his.
The end of the day brought Stiles back to the house, and it was a pleasant surprise to get back to two brown bags filled with Chinese takeout. He could smell it even before he got into the house. After heading up the stairs to shift and put on more of Derek’s clothes, he went back downstairs to the food.
“Thanks,” he said, digging through the bags.
“I didn’t know what you liked so…” Derek trailed off and shrugged.
Stiles grinned and decided to finish Derek’s thoughts for him. “So you ordered one of everything off the menu?”
“Just about,” he confessed.
If Stiles had still been a fox, he would have licked Derek’s face. As it was, he just started stabbing at various things with chopsticks.
~~~
It took about three weeks, but the night finally came when Stiles crawled onto Derek’s mattress and he didn’t shift. His head hit the pillow and he looked over to Derek, seeing if he’d join him like this; he really wasn’t all that sure Derek would want to share the bed with him like this.
And then Derek did. He joined Stiles on the bed and, as he had done every single night before, wrapped his arm over the young man.
Turning in Derek’s arm so they were now facing each other, Stiles met his eyes and said, “Thank you.” That was all Stiles had planned on saying, but his brain had never had a filter attached to it before, so nothing changed in that moment. “For everything. You’ve really helped me out a lot, you know, even though I don’t know if you really do know. I’ve enjoyed all the time I’ve spent with you.” Not only was it the first night Stiles spent as human, it was the night of his first kiss. It was quick and chaste and Stiles never envisioned his first kiss to be like that, but now that it had happened, he didn’t want to change a thing, even if he could.
A contented smile broke out on Stiles’ face, and then he turned himself around and snuggled against Derek’s warm body.
That was the first morning Derek woke up to a furless mouth.
~~~
There was another body found later that week. When Derek followed the trail to where the body was discovered, he also found the alpha. And he was huge. His black body towered over Derek’s, eyes never once fading from the vivid red shade.
The altercation had left him bruised and bloodied and something was very probably broken. He all but dragged himself back to the house.
Stiles was already there, able to smell the blood on Derek as he had approached. “What the fuck?!” he asked when he saw.
“Remember I told you about that lunatic alpha werewolf?”
“Fuck, Derek,” Stiles said, going over to him to inspect the damage. A lot of it was healing up nicely already, but there were some deep wounds and they had to be painful. He pulled off Derek’s jacket and shirt, tossing them to the ground as he got a better look. He earned himself a loud hissing sound when he touched the outer edges of one of the more tender looking wounds. “These look really bad.”
“They’ll be fine in a few more minutes,” he replied.
Stiles knew about the accelerated healing, he reaped the benefits himself, which had come in extremely handy as a child, because he couldn’t count the number of times he jumped off swing sets just a tad bit too high. Still, even though he had first hand experience with the healing business, he didn’t exactly like the fact that there were so many open wounds that needed to be healed up and he certainly didn’t like that they were living in a charred out house that should have been condemned years prior. The conditions weren’t conducive to healing up quickly or properly.
“I’ll be fine,” Derek assured him again.
“You better be,” Stiles told him, leaning in so his forehead was pressed to Derek’s. “You fucking better be.” He then touched their lips together.
~~~
They had sex for the first time that night. The whole while leading up to it, Stiles was checking over Derek’s naked body, seeing that everything had healed, calling him a stupid goddamn asshole mother fucking shithead dumbass motherfucker while kissing everywhere his hands had touched previously during his examination.
Only once he was certain there Derek was ok, and thank fucking God he was alive at all, Stiles allowed himself to be manhandled by Derek onto his back.
It was slow, but still kinda rough and Derek tried to be nice and gentle, but he wasn’t really a nice and gentle kind of guy. Especially not with Stiles begging beneath him that he wanted more and faster and holy fuck you’re ok, you’re still alive.
When Derek felt himself getting closer to the brink of orgasm, he began to feel his cock swell up. “Holy shit, what is that?” Stiles asked, voice hitching slightly, because Derek wasn’t the only one who could feel the base of his cock growing.
“My knot. I- I thought you’d know about-” Derek was cut off when Stiles clenched his ass even tighter around him and finally began coming.
Stiles felt his ass trying to accommodate the now much larger intrusion. It was slightly uncomfortable, but he put that down to the fact that he had been a virgin up until that point and had never had anything up his ass aside from a few experimental fingers. Now he had what felt like a goddamn softball shoved up there. Still, having Derek so swollen and fucking big inside him, filling him up further than he could ever imagined felt good. Better than it probably should have. And when cum continually shot out of Derek and into his body, it drove him to his own orgasm. Derek’s hand on his cock also helped matters.
“So, this knot, you called it?” Stiles asked, and Derek nodded. “How long does it actually last?” He tried to move a little, finding out quickly that that was impossible at the moment.
Derek at least had the courtesy to blush. “At least half an hour. I really thought you’d know about it, I would have told you otherwise. I’m sorry.” He was still holding himself up on his arms, hovering over Stiles, the other’s legs wrapped around his waist.
“It’s ok, you didn’t know. Hey, are you ok like that? You said it’s gonna be at least thirty minutes, are you gonna be able to stay like that?”
They managed to maneuver themselves so that Derek was on his back and Stiles remained sitting on his still very swollen cock. Stiles was rather fond of the position since he was able to look down at Derek and run his fingers over his abs.
“Both my parents were human,” Stiles began, looking between Derek’s eyes and down at the skin his fingers were running over. “I was told my grandmother on my mom’s side was a werefox, too, so it skipped a generation, I guess, something like that. Well, with them being human, when they gave me “the talk,” this whole knot deal was never mentioned to me. I had no idea anything like this could actually happen. And, well, I’ve never…”
“I should have told you.” Derek actually looked like he was ashamed, like it was his fault that Stiles didn’t know what he was signing himself up for.
Stiles grinned and leaned forward a bit so he could run his fingers over Derek’s jaw, getting him to meet his eyes. “I still would have done it,” he said. “You do know that, right?” When Derek looked down, Stiles actually gaped, sitting back up straight. “Oh my god! You really thought that if I knew beforehand your dick became the size of a football, I’d say no?”
“It’s not the size of a football,” Derek muttered indignantly.
“Well, you’re a dumbass. I just want you to know that about your dumbass self, dumbass,” Stiles told him. “I can’t believe you.”
“You still should have known before,” Derek insisted.
“It probably would have been beneficial, sure, but it’s too late now, so quit worrying about it, dude. What’s the deal, though? I mean, why?” Stiles asked, now more curious than anything about the massive dick inside him that was still shooting cum up into his ass.
“It’s a mating thing,” he answered. “To basically ensure a pregnancy.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Stiles said, waving his hands around. “To ensure a pregnancy?! Does that mean-?”
“You won’t get pregnant,” Derek said, cutting him off. “Only alphas can get males pregnant,” he went on explaining. “You don’t have anything to worry about.” His hand drifted up Stiles’ leg, then back down, then back up again as he spoke.
“Well, that’s good to know,” Stiles said. Through all the excitement and flailing around he had done previously had managed to get hard again as Derek’s cock continued to come and come and shift around just so slightly inside him. He then leaned forward again and pressed his lips to Derek’s.
~~~
The sex was a constant for the next few weeks. More often than not now, Stiles was joining Derek during the day, meeting the kid that the alpha had changed, Scott, and becoming friends with him. It had been an almost instant friendship, like they’d known one another their whole lives. He even got on pretty well with Scott’s girlfriend, Allison and found Allison’s friend Lydia a stunningly gorgeous yet amazingly intelligent young woman. Lydia’s boyfriend, Jackson, on the other hand, was a dickhead. A big one. A knotted dickhead.
Stiles trained with them, even learning how to use his own senses and abilities to a greater level than he could before. Even though he’d been born a fox, he never had anyone to actually show him all the things he could do. Derek was born a wolf and had grown up with a pack, his family, who taught him from a young age. Now it was Stiles’ turn to learn the extent of his abilities.
They would train and talk strategy and then, at the end of the day, they would fall into bed and fuck.
Neither Stiles nor Derek could remember a time in their lives when they were much happier.
~~~
The night that the alpha showed his true face was a bit of a blur for Stiles. On one hand, that night seemed to go on forever, while on the other it seemed to go by in a flash. There was blood and fire and betrayal and death and actual Godly miracles, because Stiles was considering it a true miracle that none of his friends were the ones that were dead.
When Stiles saw Derek’s eyes light up red, he muttered, “Holy shit.” He could feel the power that now radiated off of him, all the power that came with being an alpha.
It was the following morning when they had sex for the first time after Derek became the alpha. The night before had been too hectic, too filled with bad memories, too bloody, too death ridden.
But that morning after, all the emotions they felt for one another were too damn strong to be ignored any further. Derek was on Stiles, kissing him and touching him all over. Stiles was moaning and kissing Derek back as his hands grabbed and scratched at any piece of bare skin he could find.
Fingers were sliding into Stiles, preparing him, though he really didn’t want to wait anymore. He wanted Derek in him and filling him.
Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek, panting, “Now, do it now.”
So Derek did. He withdrew his fingers and began pushing his cock inside. Derek began to move at a quick pace, one he and Stiles had both come to enjoy, keeping it steady with thrust after thrust into Stiles.
He pulled back until nearly just the tip was inside before pushing back in, did that until he couldn’t pull back anymore because the base of his cock was swelling and trying to do anything more than rock gently back and forth would hurt Stiles. And he could never hurt Stiles.
When Derek began to come, Stiles wrapped a hand around his own cock, stroking himself while Derek continued to simply roll his hips. Then Stiles came, coating his chest with his cum.
After, while they waited for Derek’s knot to go down, they moved into their usual position, with Derek sitting up and Stiles straddling him. Stiles smiled, running fingers in Derek’s hair before leaning in and kissing him. Then, for the first time since they’d started sleeping together, Stiles said, “I love you.”
Derek replied with another kiss and a little, “Mmhmm.”
It was a few minutes later when something Derek had told him ages ago came rushing back to Stiles. He broke off one of their kisses and placed his hands on Derek’s chest. That started Derek, as he’d been rather enjoying their slow, languid ‘I love you’ kisses. “What is it?” he asked.
“Didn’t you say that only alphas can get dudes pregnant?”
“Well, yeah, but… Oh, shit,” Derek said as realization dawned, eyes going wide before looking down to were Stiles was sitting on his swollen dick that was still coming.
“Derek?” Stiles waited until he looked up again and met his eyes. “Am I gonna get knocked up from this?”
“I have no idea,” he answered after a moment. “It’s… a strong likelihood, though.” Derek’s head dropped back against the wall, eyes shut as he let out a loud, “Fuck.”
“How do we find out?” Stiles asked. He certainly never thought that one day he’d end up pregnant, never thought it was even a possibility. Now it was all he could think about. “I mean, how can a dude even end up pregnant?”
“We’ll probably have to see Deaton,” Derek told him, head still against the wall, looking utterly dejected.
Stiles noticed the expression and cupped Derek’s cheek. “Hey, if I was gonna have anyone’s babies, I’d want them to be yours,” Stiles said.
Derek let out a little huff of a chuckle. This was so surreal. Stiles could very well get pregnant from this encounter. When he learned about that specific alpha trait, he didn’t think he’d ever have to worry about it, since he never thought he’d be an alpha. And now here he was, him a newly turned alpha and a recently turned eighteen year old werefox sitting on his cock. “Maybe you won’t. I mean, maybe since I just became the alpha last night the effects won’t have taken place,” Derek tried to reason.
Stiles just guffawed. “That’s like when kids tell themselves ‘oh, it’s my first time, I can’t get anyone pregnant, so I won’t use a condom,’ or ‘it’s my first time, I don’t think I can get pregnant,’ then nine months later they have a little bundle of joy coming out of her vagina. Oh my god!” Stiles exclaimed as yet another thought hit him. “How am I supposed to deliver a baby?! I don’t have… I mean, your knot stretches me, but not that much! Holy fuck, I can’t shit out a baby, dude!”
This time Derek rolled his eyes. “You won’t shit out a baby. We don’t even know if anything’s gonna happen.”
“Dude, I’m a werefox, you’re a werewolf. If there’s anything I’ve learned since hanging around you is that whenever two supernatural beings get together, the probability of the improbable happening seems to increase tenfold.”
That was actually something Derek could agree with. Whenever various supernatural beings were in close proximity, things seemed to go to hell in a hand basket pretty quickly. He doubted that this would be any exception. “Let’s just see Deaton first before you start jumping to conclusions and picking out pastel paint swatches.”
Part 2
Pairing: Sterek
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A very young fox!Stiles ends up lost in the woods of Beacon Hills where he's watched by a slightly older Derek. Twelve years later, Stiles ends up back in those same woods for a completely different reason... but he still manages to find Derek.
Word Count: 11617
A/N: This is my first ever Sterek fic and I'm all kinds of nervous and excited and so many feelings all at once. And, yes, this title is from the song by the DeFranco family. Also, this one is for homo_pink, cuz without her, I wouldn't even know this fandom existed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf
AO3
Derek was able to smell it one day he had gone out on his own for a quick run through the woods. The day a new creature entered Beacon Hills. It wasn’t a human, that much he knew. He also knew that it wasn’t another werewolf. But there was something out there.
The smell didn’t seem to get any stronger for days, just staying right along the outskirts of the woods that Derek knew so well. Neither he nor his family bothered approaching the scent, either, deciding to go on runs opposite that particular edge of the forest. It didn’t smell hostile or vengeful, it was just there. So Derek let it take its time.
One day, though, the smell finally grew a little stronger, came a little closer. Each day, the smell seemed to get just that much stronger. Then came a day when Derek finally headed in the direction of the latest creature to stumble upon Beacon Hills. However, it must have smelled him coming, because the scent was now further than it had been for a couple days. He supposed most animals would react that way when smelling a wolf, but figured they had to have known they were entering wolf territory. He and the rest of his family had pissed around the parameters enough, that was for certain.
Derek lost track of the amount of time he had been playing this ridiculous version of hide and seek with a creature he’d yet to even see. His whole family knew that it was there, and while they were all curious, they let it takes its time. Derek seemed to be the only one who wanted to go out and actively investigate, even if he didn’t ever try and get too close. His sister Laura blamed it on his overactive ten year old brain and the sheer amount of Hardy Boys mystery novels he’d read recently.
Then, one day, he could smell it, closer than it had ever gotten to him before, maybe after finally realizing he wasn’t a threat unless he was threatened. That was when he spotted it. Just a little splash of red fur and wet black nose sticking out around the base of a tree, amber eyes just noticeable in the hint of sunlight streaming through the heavy foliage.
Now that it was there, Derek suddenly realized why the smell was so canine. When he moved his front paw one step closer to the tiny fox, it took off. Derek had no doubt that, if he wanted to, he could chase after it and have it pinned to the ground in a heartbeat. But he let it run.
The following day, while Derek was once again investigating the fox, following its scent out near the edge of the woods, he saw that there were two humans heading through the maze of trees. The scent of the humans, he now noticed, were still lingering on the fox. And then the fox spotted those two humans, running over to them while letting out little excited yips. Both humans smelled of relief and happiness when they saw the small animal heading in their direction. The woman unfolded a blanked she’s been carrying, crouching down with her arms extended out. The little fox leapt up into her arms and, even though Derek had seen his family members change back and forth from wolf form his entire life, it seemed like a brand new experience as he watched the fox shift into a little boy, no more than five or six, in his mother’s arms.
Even though he was clinging to his mother as they walked out of the woods towards where their car must have been parked, the little boy’s eyes met the wolf’s, Derek giving him a small nod as they left, not needing to see his mouth to know that he was smiling.
~~~
Derek hadn’t been back to Beacon Hills for a long time, but when he did come back, he went right back to the remains of his old home, reminding him of how he had nothing. Nearly his whole family burned to death, his uncle was practically brain dead and burned to shit and his sister was chopped in half, now buried in the ground. Not to mention, there was some crazy rogue alpha wolf running around in a reign of terror upon Beacon Hills.
While roaming around the parameters of his old house in his wolf form, he caught a scent in the air. One that he recognized, but couldn’t place right away. It was familiar, friendly. Canine.
Then it hit him. It all came back to him, a rush of memories he hadn’t thought of in years. The fox was here.
Once again, it was like a game of hide and seek, though, to be fair, Derek hadn’t been seeking all that hard. He could smell the sadness and nervousness on him, and as he did last time, he wanted the fox to approach him on his own terms. It had been years since he was in these woods, so there had to be a reason he came back.
Just as it happened twelve years prior, the fox’s scent grew stronger until Derek knew that he was amongst the trees right in front of him. Then he caught a glimpse of that wet black nose, red fur and those same amber eyes. The only difference was its size; the fox has grown up. This time when Derek took a step closer, the fox didn’t run. This time, the fox took a step, as well.
They took turns stepping closer to one another until they were nearly nose to nose. The fox stepped to the side, sniffing at the air. He knew that the wolf knew he wasn’t just as fox, as he knew the wolf wasn’t just a wolf, but he had no intention of shifting into his human form. As a fox he felt safer, warmer, closer to the earth than he ever did as a human. As a fox, he followed his instincts more than he did any logical thought.
He kept moving, the pair now circling around one another, sniffing at the air, even each other’s butts. They vaguely knew one another’s scents before then, but they wanted to always know that scent the instant it hit their noses, not wonder just what that scent could be.
After sniffing one another for a bit, the fox took off again. Derek knew that he’d be back, though. If not later that day, then the next.
It was later that day. Derek had been inside the shell of his house when he heard some rustling in the trees and could smell the now very familiar scent of the fox. Shifting into his wolf form, Derek headed outside then towards the fox.
He was waiting for Derek, sitting there in the pile of brush that coated the woods. When Derek was close, he stood and walked to him, nosing at his neck a little. That was the first time any actual contact had been made between them. Then the fox turned and began trotting away from Derek. When he didn’t follow, the fox looked back to him and quirked his head, as if asking why not? So, instead of being left behind, Derek began walking with the fox. Then, when the fox picked up speed, so did Derek. Soon, they were both running through the woods, jumping over tree roots and dodging stray, low hanging branches. At one point, the fox stopped and sniffed before jumping up into the air and landing with his front paws smothering a small chipmunk.
Sure, Derek went for runs in the woods, but it was only to let off steam, to try and tire himself out so he wouldn’t have the energy to be angry. It had been a long time since he’d run and actually had fun doing so. He could smell the fox was happy, too. Well, happier. It was then that he knew that this was the fox’s way of distracting them both from the realities of their own lives.
When it was getting late, Derek realized that he had no idea where the fox had been staying. And he probably had no idea that there was an insane alpha wolf bent on death and destruction roaming around. He nudged the fox gently with his nose, pointing with his snout to the direction of his house.
With a little hesitation, the fox began following the large black wolf until they reached the charred shell of a house. He could smell that he was deep in wolf territory, the stench of wolf urine hitting his nose even before they reached the house and it was nearly overwhelming just outside of the building. But he kept going up the stairs and into the house, slightly concerned that he could still see the stars up in the now dark sky, even though they were inside.
Now that they were in the house, Derek was left unsure of what to do. Even when they first saw each other all those years ago, the fox had only even known him in wolf form. So, did he change into his human form or did he stay as a wolf? He headed up the stairs to where his room was, hearing the fox following him. When the fox jumped up onto his mattress, his decision was made. He walked onto the mattress and curled his large wolf form around the little fox, rather pleased when the fox gently nuzzled him.
~~~
That morning, Derek woke up to a splash of red fur. He got out of bed and shifted, face scrunching up, mouth dry and full of fur. Sticking out his tongue, he wiped his hand across the surface, finding himself with a decent amount of red fur in his mouth. Hearing a little whine, he looked down and saw that the fox was awake and was looking back at him. It took him a moment to remember that he was naked, so, after throwing on the shorts he wore yesterday, he turned back to the fox.
He was never good with the whole conversation thing, and now he was considering talking to something that couldn’t talk back. Well, was choosing to stay in a form in which he couldn’t talk back. “Are you hungry?” he asked, scratching the back of his head, glancing around the room. Seeing the fox stand and nod, he walked out of the room, knowing the fox would follow. Derek didn’t have a whole lot of variety in his burnt out pantry and he had no idea what the fox would like. “Um, do you like Corn Flakes?”
The fox just stared.
“No? Ok, then. Pop Tarts?” he asked after looking around a little bit longer The fox’s ears perked up at that. So, Pop Tarts it was. Opening the wrapper, he crumpled it up before sticking one strawberry Pop Tart into the fox’s open mouth. He grabbed another package for himself, knowing that Corn Flakes without milk were even blander than Corn Flakes with milk.
As they ate, Derek occasionally looked down at the fox, wondering just why the other hadn’t turned back into his human form. He had seen him turn before, knew he could do it, so why hadn’t he?
With a crumpled up wrapper in hand, Derek looked down at the fox, who was trying to get a big piece of the corner crust into his mouth, and said, “There’s something you need to know.”
Hearing the urgency in his voice, the fox looked up, Pop Tart momentarily forgotten. Quirking his head just slightly, he let Derek know that he was listening.
“There’s a wolf running around-” he began, but before he could get any further, the fox let out a little bark, because, well, he was standing there with a wolf. “Who’s not me,” Derek specified, seeming to understand what the fox was getting at. “I don’t know who it is. But he’s an alpha and he’s killed a few people already, given one person the bite, that I know of.” He crouched down so he was face to face with the fox and, with the hand that wasn’t holding the wrapper, gave him a little pat. “You smell like me now, like wolf. Be careful when you go out into the woods.”
The fox licked his nose.
Derek smiled.
~~~
It wasn’t until the following night that the fox changed. They had eaten dinner, Derek picking up some chicken strips and fries from a restaurant in town, because what teenaged werefox didn’t like chicken strips? While Derek went out on a walk just outside the parameters of the house to do his nightly check, the fox stayed in the room, deciding that the time had finally come. When he changed, he found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that he put on, though he had to keep tugging the shorts up and the shirt was rather baggy on his thin frame.
“Holy shit,” Derek said when he got back upstairs and saw that there was a teenage boy standing in his room wearing his clothes.
“Hi.”
“What took you so long?” Derek asked.
“That’s your first question? Not ‘how have you been after all these years?’ or even ‘by the way, what’s your name?’ It’s ‘what took you so long?’”
Derek didn’t answer that, just stared at the beautiful boy in front of him, part of him wishing he’d been there when he changed shapes so he could have seen what he looked like under those clothes…
“Okayyy, I was trying to give you some social clues, but apparently you’re oblivious to those, so I’ll answer my questions before I get to yours. My name is Stiles, well, that’s not my real name, but that’s what people call me, so you can call me Stiles.”
As the kid talked, Derek was amazed at just how much he was actually saying. He had been in animal form for god knows how long, so maybe it was all just pent up inside him. Or, maybe he really did talk that much all the time. He hoped it was the former.
“What’s your name?” Stiles asked.
“Derek,” he answered after moment’s pause.
Now Stiles became the one asking the questions as he moved onto, “So… what happened?” He could smell the char, could smell it out in the woods. That smell hadn’t been there the first time he was here. He may have been young then, but his nose didn’t forget.
“A fire,” Derek said.
“No shit.”
“This was- is,” he corrected, “my house.”
Stiles caught the implication of his words. His house, where his family once lived. Where his family all died. “I’m sorry.”
“So, why are you here?” Derek asked him, not wanting to dwell on what happened years ago.
“I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” Stiles answered.
Derek gave his head the slightest quirk. “But last time-”
“Last time I ended up in someone’s haveaheart trap. They decided to dump me off a few towns over, figuring I wouldn’t come back,” Stiles told him. “I had no idea where I was or even how to get back home, so I wandered around here. I never forgot you, you know. I might have been scared, but I was five years old, I was freaked out by squirrels running around me. When my parents finally found me, I saw you there and I just knew that… you’d be here if I ever needed you.”
“That doesn’t answer-”
“I was giving you background. Weren’t you wondering how I ended up here twelve years ago? I thought so.” It wasn’t often that Stiles was short on words, but this was a touchy subject. However, Derek had just shared with him that his whole family died in a house fire, so it only seemed fair. “And the reason I came back here… a few years ago, my mom died. My dad and I, it was tough, but we got through it together. But then last month my dad… he was shot and killed on duty. He was the sheriff, so everyone knew him.” He sat down on the mattress, legs crossed in front of him. “The whole goddamn city knew that I was all alone now. I just… I got sick of it, of everyone just radiating pity and hoped that if I came here that maybe…” he then looked up and over to Derek, meeting his eyes, “someone would still be here, that you’d still be here.”
Derek really didn’t know what to say. He knew that Stiles was upset, but now he knew why and they had far more in common than he ever could have thought. “What made you think I’d be any different?”
“Honestly? I have no idea. Maybe it’s because I know you saw me and kinda kept a lookout on me all those years back and saw that I managed to get through it even though I was scared shitless. And, uh… I know it’s not the same, not at all, but now I know you can relate to… things,” he said, for lack of a better term.
Derek gave him a nod. Hell, he still got himself strange, pitying looks from longstanding townsfolk. Even when he was wanted for murder people gave him those same sad looks, and he could hear them talking about him, how what happened to his family drove him to the brink of insanity, how he had become a crazed killer and so on and so forth. “Yeah,” was all he said.
Standing up and giving Derek a little smile, Stiles changed back into his fox form, the already too big clothes falling right off him. Stiles padded over to the pillow and curled himself up into a little red ball.
Stripping down to his boxers, Derek knelt onto the mattress before lying himself down next to the fox, a tentative hand reaching out to stroke the fox’s fur. When he didn’t have his hand bitten off, he continued to pet him, even scratching him lightly right behind the ears. Stiles would sometimes turn his head and lick at Derek’s hand.
They fell asleep with Stiles, still a fox, curled up against Derek’s chest, one of Derek’s arms wrapped around Stiles.
~~~
When morning came and Derek found that he, once again, awoke with red fur in his mouth, he wondered what in the actual hell he did while asleep.
That was also the first morning that Stiles joined him for breakfast and Derek didn’t actually have to throw things onto the floor for him. “Pop Tarts are actually a lot more enjoyable as a human,” Stiles said, grabbing a package from the box, tearing the silver wrapper off and biting right into it.
Derek gave a little grunt, which Stiles took as agreement.
After they finished up eating, Stiles kicked at the charred floorboards, stirring up some dust. “What are you doing today?” Stiles asked him, still looking at the floor, wondering just how safe it actually was to be standing on it.
“Not sure yet. Probably go into town for a while,” he answered with a shrug.
“Ok, so you don’t mind if I…?” Stiles let the sentence trail off while he shifted, once again leaving a pile of clothes surrounding him. He then took off into the woods.
Instead of chasing after him, Derek let him go, just muttering a quiet, “Be careful,” as he watched the bushy tail head out the door. The kid just lost his only family a short time ago and he remembered how he needed space and time alone, so he let Stiles have his.
The end of the day brought Stiles back to the house, and it was a pleasant surprise to get back to two brown bags filled with Chinese takeout. He could smell it even before he got into the house. After heading up the stairs to shift and put on more of Derek’s clothes, he went back downstairs to the food.
“Thanks,” he said, digging through the bags.
“I didn’t know what you liked so…” Derek trailed off and shrugged.
Stiles grinned and decided to finish Derek’s thoughts for him. “So you ordered one of everything off the menu?”
“Just about,” he confessed.
If Stiles had still been a fox, he would have licked Derek’s face. As it was, he just started stabbing at various things with chopsticks.
~~~
It took about three weeks, but the night finally came when Stiles crawled onto Derek’s mattress and he didn’t shift. His head hit the pillow and he looked over to Derek, seeing if he’d join him like this; he really wasn’t all that sure Derek would want to share the bed with him like this.
And then Derek did. He joined Stiles on the bed and, as he had done every single night before, wrapped his arm over the young man.
Turning in Derek’s arm so they were now facing each other, Stiles met his eyes and said, “Thank you.” That was all Stiles had planned on saying, but his brain had never had a filter attached to it before, so nothing changed in that moment. “For everything. You’ve really helped me out a lot, you know, even though I don’t know if you really do know. I’ve enjoyed all the time I’ve spent with you.” Not only was it the first night Stiles spent as human, it was the night of his first kiss. It was quick and chaste and Stiles never envisioned his first kiss to be like that, but now that it had happened, he didn’t want to change a thing, even if he could.
A contented smile broke out on Stiles’ face, and then he turned himself around and snuggled against Derek’s warm body.
That was the first morning Derek woke up to a furless mouth.
~~~
There was another body found later that week. When Derek followed the trail to where the body was discovered, he also found the alpha. And he was huge. His black body towered over Derek’s, eyes never once fading from the vivid red shade.
The altercation had left him bruised and bloodied and something was very probably broken. He all but dragged himself back to the house.
Stiles was already there, able to smell the blood on Derek as he had approached. “What the fuck?!” he asked when he saw.
“Remember I told you about that lunatic alpha werewolf?”
“Fuck, Derek,” Stiles said, going over to him to inspect the damage. A lot of it was healing up nicely already, but there were some deep wounds and they had to be painful. He pulled off Derek’s jacket and shirt, tossing them to the ground as he got a better look. He earned himself a loud hissing sound when he touched the outer edges of one of the more tender looking wounds. “These look really bad.”
“They’ll be fine in a few more minutes,” he replied.
Stiles knew about the accelerated healing, he reaped the benefits himself, which had come in extremely handy as a child, because he couldn’t count the number of times he jumped off swing sets just a tad bit too high. Still, even though he had first hand experience with the healing business, he didn’t exactly like the fact that there were so many open wounds that needed to be healed up and he certainly didn’t like that they were living in a charred out house that should have been condemned years prior. The conditions weren’t conducive to healing up quickly or properly.
“I’ll be fine,” Derek assured him again.
“You better be,” Stiles told him, leaning in so his forehead was pressed to Derek’s. “You fucking better be.” He then touched their lips together.
~~~
They had sex for the first time that night. The whole while leading up to it, Stiles was checking over Derek’s naked body, seeing that everything had healed, calling him a stupid goddamn asshole mother fucking shithead dumbass motherfucker while kissing everywhere his hands had touched previously during his examination.
Only once he was certain there Derek was ok, and thank fucking God he was alive at all, Stiles allowed himself to be manhandled by Derek onto his back.
It was slow, but still kinda rough and Derek tried to be nice and gentle, but he wasn’t really a nice and gentle kind of guy. Especially not with Stiles begging beneath him that he wanted more and faster and holy fuck you’re ok, you’re still alive.
When Derek felt himself getting closer to the brink of orgasm, he began to feel his cock swell up. “Holy shit, what is that?” Stiles asked, voice hitching slightly, because Derek wasn’t the only one who could feel the base of his cock growing.
“My knot. I- I thought you’d know about-” Derek was cut off when Stiles clenched his ass even tighter around him and finally began coming.
Stiles felt his ass trying to accommodate the now much larger intrusion. It was slightly uncomfortable, but he put that down to the fact that he had been a virgin up until that point and had never had anything up his ass aside from a few experimental fingers. Now he had what felt like a goddamn softball shoved up there. Still, having Derek so swollen and fucking big inside him, filling him up further than he could ever imagined felt good. Better than it probably should have. And when cum continually shot out of Derek and into his body, it drove him to his own orgasm. Derek’s hand on his cock also helped matters.
“So, this knot, you called it?” Stiles asked, and Derek nodded. “How long does it actually last?” He tried to move a little, finding out quickly that that was impossible at the moment.
Derek at least had the courtesy to blush. “At least half an hour. I really thought you’d know about it, I would have told you otherwise. I’m sorry.” He was still holding himself up on his arms, hovering over Stiles, the other’s legs wrapped around his waist.
“It’s ok, you didn’t know. Hey, are you ok like that? You said it’s gonna be at least thirty minutes, are you gonna be able to stay like that?”
They managed to maneuver themselves so that Derek was on his back and Stiles remained sitting on his still very swollen cock. Stiles was rather fond of the position since he was able to look down at Derek and run his fingers over his abs.
“Both my parents were human,” Stiles began, looking between Derek’s eyes and down at the skin his fingers were running over. “I was told my grandmother on my mom’s side was a werefox, too, so it skipped a generation, I guess, something like that. Well, with them being human, when they gave me “the talk,” this whole knot deal was never mentioned to me. I had no idea anything like this could actually happen. And, well, I’ve never…”
“I should have told you.” Derek actually looked like he was ashamed, like it was his fault that Stiles didn’t know what he was signing himself up for.
Stiles grinned and leaned forward a bit so he could run his fingers over Derek’s jaw, getting him to meet his eyes. “I still would have done it,” he said. “You do know that, right?” When Derek looked down, Stiles actually gaped, sitting back up straight. “Oh my god! You really thought that if I knew beforehand your dick became the size of a football, I’d say no?”
“It’s not the size of a football,” Derek muttered indignantly.
“Well, you’re a dumbass. I just want you to know that about your dumbass self, dumbass,” Stiles told him. “I can’t believe you.”
“You still should have known before,” Derek insisted.
“It probably would have been beneficial, sure, but it’s too late now, so quit worrying about it, dude. What’s the deal, though? I mean, why?” Stiles asked, now more curious than anything about the massive dick inside him that was still shooting cum up into his ass.
“It’s a mating thing,” he answered. “To basically ensure a pregnancy.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Stiles said, waving his hands around. “To ensure a pregnancy?! Does that mean-?”
“You won’t get pregnant,” Derek said, cutting him off. “Only alphas can get males pregnant,” he went on explaining. “You don’t have anything to worry about.” His hand drifted up Stiles’ leg, then back down, then back up again as he spoke.
“Well, that’s good to know,” Stiles said. Through all the excitement and flailing around he had done previously had managed to get hard again as Derek’s cock continued to come and come and shift around just so slightly inside him. He then leaned forward again and pressed his lips to Derek’s.
~~~
The sex was a constant for the next few weeks. More often than not now, Stiles was joining Derek during the day, meeting the kid that the alpha had changed, Scott, and becoming friends with him. It had been an almost instant friendship, like they’d known one another their whole lives. He even got on pretty well with Scott’s girlfriend, Allison and found Allison’s friend Lydia a stunningly gorgeous yet amazingly intelligent young woman. Lydia’s boyfriend, Jackson, on the other hand, was a dickhead. A big one. A knotted dickhead.
Stiles trained with them, even learning how to use his own senses and abilities to a greater level than he could before. Even though he’d been born a fox, he never had anyone to actually show him all the things he could do. Derek was born a wolf and had grown up with a pack, his family, who taught him from a young age. Now it was Stiles’ turn to learn the extent of his abilities.
They would train and talk strategy and then, at the end of the day, they would fall into bed and fuck.
Neither Stiles nor Derek could remember a time in their lives when they were much happier.
~~~
The night that the alpha showed his true face was a bit of a blur for Stiles. On one hand, that night seemed to go on forever, while on the other it seemed to go by in a flash. There was blood and fire and betrayal and death and actual Godly miracles, because Stiles was considering it a true miracle that none of his friends were the ones that were dead.
When Stiles saw Derek’s eyes light up red, he muttered, “Holy shit.” He could feel the power that now radiated off of him, all the power that came with being an alpha.
It was the following morning when they had sex for the first time after Derek became the alpha. The night before had been too hectic, too filled with bad memories, too bloody, too death ridden.
But that morning after, all the emotions they felt for one another were too damn strong to be ignored any further. Derek was on Stiles, kissing him and touching him all over. Stiles was moaning and kissing Derek back as his hands grabbed and scratched at any piece of bare skin he could find.
Fingers were sliding into Stiles, preparing him, though he really didn’t want to wait anymore. He wanted Derek in him and filling him.
Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek, panting, “Now, do it now.”
So Derek did. He withdrew his fingers and began pushing his cock inside. Derek began to move at a quick pace, one he and Stiles had both come to enjoy, keeping it steady with thrust after thrust into Stiles.
He pulled back until nearly just the tip was inside before pushing back in, did that until he couldn’t pull back anymore because the base of his cock was swelling and trying to do anything more than rock gently back and forth would hurt Stiles. And he could never hurt Stiles.
When Derek began to come, Stiles wrapped a hand around his own cock, stroking himself while Derek continued to simply roll his hips. Then Stiles came, coating his chest with his cum.
After, while they waited for Derek’s knot to go down, they moved into their usual position, with Derek sitting up and Stiles straddling him. Stiles smiled, running fingers in Derek’s hair before leaning in and kissing him. Then, for the first time since they’d started sleeping together, Stiles said, “I love you.”
Derek replied with another kiss and a little, “Mmhmm.”
It was a few minutes later when something Derek had told him ages ago came rushing back to Stiles. He broke off one of their kisses and placed his hands on Derek’s chest. That started Derek, as he’d been rather enjoying their slow, languid ‘I love you’ kisses. “What is it?” he asked.
“Didn’t you say that only alphas can get dudes pregnant?”
“Well, yeah, but… Oh, shit,” Derek said as realization dawned, eyes going wide before looking down to were Stiles was sitting on his swollen dick that was still coming.
“Derek?” Stiles waited until he looked up again and met his eyes. “Am I gonna get knocked up from this?”
“I have no idea,” he answered after a moment. “It’s… a strong likelihood, though.” Derek’s head dropped back against the wall, eyes shut as he let out a loud, “Fuck.”
“How do we find out?” Stiles asked. He certainly never thought that one day he’d end up pregnant, never thought it was even a possibility. Now it was all he could think about. “I mean, how can a dude even end up pregnant?”
“We’ll probably have to see Deaton,” Derek told him, head still against the wall, looking utterly dejected.
Stiles noticed the expression and cupped Derek’s cheek. “Hey, if I was gonna have anyone’s babies, I’d want them to be yours,” Stiles said.
Derek let out a little huff of a chuckle. This was so surreal. Stiles could very well get pregnant from this encounter. When he learned about that specific alpha trait, he didn’t think he’d ever have to worry about it, since he never thought he’d be an alpha. And now here he was, him a newly turned alpha and a recently turned eighteen year old werefox sitting on his cock. “Maybe you won’t. I mean, maybe since I just became the alpha last night the effects won’t have taken place,” Derek tried to reason.
Stiles just guffawed. “That’s like when kids tell themselves ‘oh, it’s my first time, I can’t get anyone pregnant, so I won’t use a condom,’ or ‘it’s my first time, I don’t think I can get pregnant,’ then nine months later they have a little bundle of joy coming out of her vagina. Oh my god!” Stiles exclaimed as yet another thought hit him. “How am I supposed to deliver a baby?! I don’t have… I mean, your knot stretches me, but not that much! Holy fuck, I can’t shit out a baby, dude!”
This time Derek rolled his eyes. “You won’t shit out a baby. We don’t even know if anything’s gonna happen.”
“Dude, I’m a werefox, you’re a werewolf. If there’s anything I’ve learned since hanging around you is that whenever two supernatural beings get together, the probability of the improbable happening seems to increase tenfold.”
That was actually something Derek could agree with. Whenever various supernatural beings were in close proximity, things seemed to go to hell in a hand basket pretty quickly. He doubted that this would be any exception. “Let’s just see Deaton first before you start jumping to conclusions and picking out pastel paint swatches.”
Part 2