Fic: I Want You Under My Skin (2/2) (Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek)
Title: I Want You Under My Skin (Part 2/2)
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV Series) / The Sentinel (TV Series)
Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Stiles is a Guide who looks after catatonic or feral Sentinels. One day a grief-stricken near-feral Derek is brought in and Stiles realizes that he's found his Sentinel. Now they've just got to get Derek out of his own head and able to bond.
Author Notes: A fushion fic of two worlds. Nobody's a werewolf here, they're either a Sentinel or Guide. No previous knowledge of The Sentinel is required, though it is an awesome show & the fics for it are amazing. Also, yes, a sequel is currently in the works. Enjoy :)
Part 1
Stiles spent every day with Derek, surrounding the Sentinel with his smell, constantly touching him, talking to him. He talked about his Mom and how awesome she was and how thrilled she would have been to know that Stiles had found somebody. He talked about how lonely and empty his Dad was; how he tried to be upbeat but how his heart clearly wasn’t in it anymore. Stiles figured that Derek would connect to that. He didn’t talk about Derek’s family, because right now Derek wasn’t answering back and it felt wrong to just lay the guy’s deepest wrenching pain out there without him being able to say anything in return. So Stiles tried to let Derek know, in a unique roundabout way, that he got where Derek was coming from. Because Stiles still had this gaping hole inside of him from his Mom’s death and whoever said that time was a healer was a fucking liar.
He called his Dad a couple of times, to touch base and let him know that yes, Derek had a criminal record and no, it definitely wasn't for anything violent, Dad, the Center does really thorough background checks. His Dad sounded worried, as expected, but there was a softness to his words like jealousy, maybe? Or pained nostalgia? He was clearly remembering meeting his own Sentinel. Stiles swallowed down the pain he felt at that, remembering his Mom's stories about that time, and reached out blindly for Derek, grabbing a hand and squeezing it. Derek sounded pained, wanting to be close to his Guide, to comfort and look after him. God, Stiles really wanted that too.
He hung up and gently rested his head against Derek's shoulder for a long moment. Derek's hands rattled desperately in the restraints and his lips touched Stiles forehead and temple with longing and care. Stiles closed his eyes. He was crouching at a weird angle, but it was worth it.
Derek was definitely responding to the speedometer talk that Stiles relentlessly gave him each day. The Sentinel looked less aching in the face, less like he had to stare into the sun without stopping. Even if he wasn't fully dialed down yet, his senses definitely weren't spiking as highly as they were. Now Derek just had to be coaxed out of his own head.
Stiles stroked his chest, mapping the scars there. He explored Derek's feet and ankles. He always lingered on his face and mouth. He maneuvered himself so that Derek's left ear was pressed to his chest, listening to Stiles' heartbeat with a content look on his face. He'd learn that heartbeat, have it imprinted so that wherever Stiles was, Derek would be able to find him by identifying his unique heartbeat among thousands of others.
Stiles texted Nadia updates. He's responding. Dialing down. Still no speech.
Nadia responded with smiley faces, reassuring him that she was writing up the paperwork, and told him in firm capslock that he was doing great. Stiles grinned and was tucking the phone away when he heard it.
“Stiles.”
Stiles froze and turned so sharply that he almost fell over. Derek was looking at him, yearning and hungry but there was clarity in his eyes too. He knew what he was talking about.
“Stiles. Guide.”
Okay, so he was still deep in Sentinel instincts, but he was voicing them now. His voice was gravelly and sent a really pleasant shiver through Stiles. Derek would remain entrenched in his Sentinel side to some degree until he got his hands on Stiles. The Sentinel wouldn't be sated until it got close to its Guide. Stiles slid nearer, cradling Derek's jaw. The Sentinel glared at his restraints for an annoyed moment. Stiles laughed.
“I hear you, dude. It sucks. But hey, you're talking now. That's so awesome. We'll get of here soon, I swear.”
Because everything was being filmed in the Center, so that nobody could ever accuse them of anything that would get them shut down. Sentinels and Guides everywhere bonded underage, that was an open secret, but it was still technically illegal and it never happened in the Center.
Derek's eyes were so intense it was like they were glowing. Stiles swallowed and quickly texted Nadia again to let her know that Derek was definitely verbally responsive now so could she please start making arrangements? He stroked a hand through Derek's thick dark hair.
“The speedometers are working, you're not spiking right now?”
Derek shook his head. “Thank you.”
Stiles flushed and gave a weird little shrug. “It's kind of what I do. Bonding’s a new thing though. A good new thing, definitely a good thing.”
Derek grinned, wow that was seriously bone-melting, and purposefully curled his fingers around Stiles' hand. Oh boy. Stiles cleared his throat.
“I can free one of your arms if there's, like, no funny business. Deal?”
Derek's eyes lit up and he nodded. Stiles held his gaze and raised his eyebrows, because he was so not born yesterday. A Sentinel would agree to anything as long as it got them closer to their Guide. A free arm would give Derek plenty of leverage for giving them both what they wanted but, no way was that happening here because Stiles was not going to be the cause of the Center's downfall and really, their first time in a hospital bed with a camera on them meaning that whoever was on security shift could watch? That really did nothing for Stiles. At all. In fact, it sort of killed any hot lovin' thoughts. All right, not all of them. He was close to his Sentinel after all.
“I’m serious. You start misbehaving, I’m gone.”
Derek glared at him, but bit out “Deal.”
“Wow, you're sulky when you don't get your own way.” Stiles quickly let Nadia know what was happening via text and then started work on unbuckling Derek's right hand. “I'm guessing you're a righty? No scratching the scars either. They're almost healed now.”
He knew what would likely happen once Derek's arm was free but Stiles still yelped when Derek grabbed a handful of his scrubs and pulled him close. Stiles' heartrate shot up for several reasons, all of which the Sentinel would know about thanks to his super senses. Stiles placed his hands against Derek's chest but didn't push away, that would only make Derek worse. Derek was still way too into his animal side. Stiles had to handle this so carefully. It was difficult to think when a ridiculously hot Sentinel who wanted him was so very close. But he took a deep breath and dropped his voice low.
“I know, okay? We're on exactly the same page here. But if this is going to work, I want you to trust me. I need you to. This can't be all you bulldozing through. It can't......I can't........”
Stiles didn't often run out of words, but the idea that he'd be stuck in a relationship with a Sentinel who wouldn't respect his wishes was way too awful. Because this bonding was not going to be them being just friends, Stiles had known that since the moment that Derek had first responded to him. And Stiles wanted it to be good so very badly. He just really hoped that Derek did too.
His Sentinel nosed at his neck for a moment, then loosened his grip on Stiles’ scrubs. Stiles slumped slightly and pressed the button that made the bed sit Derek up. That would help against temptation. Derek’s eyes stayed fastened on him. Stiles took a sort-of steadying breath. Okay, his Sentinel was responding to requests. He wasn’t just taking, even though his every instinct was telling him to do so. That was good. That was awesome actually.
Stiles stepped closer. He needed this as much as Derek did. He carefully levered himself up onto Derek’s lap and tucked himself under Derek’s chin. A growl rumbled through the Sentinel’s chest. He wrapped his free arm around Stiles, holding him with more than a hint of desperation. Stiles let out a breath. Oh, that felt good. He slid an arm around Derek’s waist and nuzzled against his bare chest. It felt really good.
With a great deal of effort, he eased up so that he could look Derek in the eye. “We’re going to get out of here really soon, I swear. So you need to hold on.”
“No promises.”
Oh, that low voice was back and Derek was looking at him like Stiles was dessert. Stiles shuddered.
“That is really not helping right now, okay? Eyes on the prize please, which is not being filmed having sex with a seventeen-year-old Guide in a Sentinel Recovery Center.”
Derek frowned and crowded closer still to Stiles, as if sensing that someone was coming right now to split them up. Yeah, exactly, not good. Stiles pressed his forehead to Derek’s for a while, enjoying his Sentinel’s firm arm around him and the breath against his face. Derek dropped his head to Stiles’ neck and inhaled, enjoying the scent there. Stiles closed his eyes briefly. If only they didn’t have to move. But they did, especially because Derek was now licking at Stiles’ neck.
“Ah! Not helping, not helping at all....ah, Derek.......that is playing really dirty and I'd really love to revisit this idea as soon as possible but let’s get out of here first.....Oh, God.........”
Derek made a pleased noise in his throat and began sucking a mark on Stile's neck. Stiles clung on because wow, that was good and his Sentinel was marking him. It was probably the least possessive thing that Derek would do to him in the long run. In a moment of clarity, Stiles twisted his phone out of his pocket and thumbed a quick message to Nadia. Moments later, the door swung open without warning and Derek quickly detached himself from Stiles' neck, snarling and ready to fight.
“Down, boy,” Stiles replied, managing to get out of Derek's grip and onto his own two feet again. He felt a little dazed from the sheer heat and magnetism of the moment and his fingers went to his neck to find the bruise that Derek had left there. It felt great. Nadia waggled pleased eyebrows at him.
“Good to see that things are going so well,” she grinned. “Stiles, I've told your Dad and he's going out of town for a few weeks, to that retreat place?”
Stiles nodded. His Dad had gone to the nearest Guide Retreat a lot since his wife and Sentinel had passed away. He said that it helped keep him centered and calmer about things. It helped, that was what mattered to Stiles. So he and Derek would have the house to themselves as they nested into their bond. That could be weird, but getting a room at a hotel for this would be way weirder, and kind of skeevy.
“All the Sentinels are in their rooms. You've got a safe way through.”
Stiles turned to Derek, his heart hammering, and reached for the second restraint. Things were about to get really interesting. He pitched his voice so quiet that only Derek's super hearing would pick it up. “Hold it together.”
Derek gave him a long look that did nothing to reassure Stiles, but the Sentinel nodded and Stiles unlatched the tie. Derek was free. He rolled his shoulders and stretched, his joints popping loudly. Then he turned to Stiles. Stiles took a deep breath, but Derek just dragged him in for a full body hug, tucking his Guide close. Stiles laughed shakily.
“Sooner we move......”
Derek chuckled and ran a hand possessively down Stiles' back and yep......grabbed Stiles' ass. Stiles yelped, and then glared, pushing ineffectually at Derek's solid chest. Nadia laughed.
“You remember what happened when I first met Davey?”
Stiles smiled as he grabbed his bag. Davey had taken one look at Nadia and had then scooped her up before heading purposefully out of the door, Nadia calling reassurances back to her colleagues. She'd called them from the car and had said that she'd do a regular check in once a day. She didn't come back to work for two whole weeks. Yeah, okay, so maybe Derek was behaving well, in Sentinel terms.
Stiles returned to Derek's side and let himself be pulled in tight. Derek was tense, of course, because he was free and he wanted to thoroughly map and have his Guide. The feeling was definitely mutual. Derek's grip dug into Stile's side. Stiles began the walk to the door where Nadia was waiting. She kept in step with them as they headed through the Center.
“Kelly's still going to kill you. But she said that she'll wait until after you've been thoroughly fucked. You'll be an easier target then.”
Derek growled and Stiles prodded him. “A joke, seriously. She's always saying she'll kill me. I owe her a lot of late work hours. Totally no bloodshed.”
They got outside and Stiles led the way to his Jeep. They were actually going to do this. They were almost there.
“You kids have fun,” Nadia called from the front doors. “Take all the time you need.”
Derek clamped a hand to Stiles' thigh as Stiles turned the engine on. Yeah, that wasn't distracting at all. Derek hadn't stopped staring at him either. Stiles tried really hard to concentrate on the driving. Because getting into a crash right now would totally happen to him and wreck the mood and cause his Dad to come back from the retreat. Yeah, that was so not going to happen.
“Here we are,” he announced, parking at an angle outside the house.
He got as far as halfway up the front path before Derek pulled him back against his impressive chest and began exploring Stiles' body. Stiles struggled to move forward.
“Nuh....ah, there's a bed inside, you know. A really nice big bed.”
Plus his neighbors were nosy and yep, the curtain was twitching across the street. Stiles did not want his first time, his bonding with his Sentinel, to be outside on cold concrete and soil with Mrs Miller watching every move. So he pushed forward and managed to turn the key in the lock, staggering beyond the threshold with Derek still attached and how was this Stiles' life? The Sentinel grunted as Stiles slammed the door shut and dropped his bag.
This was it. No more obstacles. Stiles swallowed. Wow, okay, he had a hot Sentinel and this was going to be scarily awesome.
He opened his mouth, because babbling when he was nervous was a reflex, but before he could utter a word, Derek swept him up off his feet and headed straight for the stairs.
“Okay, do Sentinels get handbooks for this kind of thing? Because when Davey met Nadia, he sort of did the same.....”
Derek scented the air, pinpointing Stiles' room, and kicked the door open. He fused his mouth to Stiles', depositing him onto the bed and covering him instantly with his own body. Stiles moaned and wrapped his arms around Derek to keep him close. It had been a long wait to get to this point. Derek had been restrained but Stiles had been too, taking care of Derek every day but not being able to do this. And if Stiles didn't have a lot of experience in making out, then he wasn’t going to mention it out loud. Because what Derek was doing felt really good.
The Sentinel tugged impatiently on his Guide's clothing and began to peel each piece off. Right, the Sentinel needed to feel his skin. The Guide would like that very much. Stiles began working on getting the loose pants off of Derek. The Sentinel began a very thorough exploration of Stiles' skin, with fingers and tongue. Stiles rhythmically stroked Derek's back, keeping the Sentinel grounded with his touch. The sensation of Derek so close and so intensely attentive was pretty freakin' heady. Stiles was sure that he almost swallowed his tongue at several points, because Derek was extremely good at this.
“Guide. Mine,” Derek growled, as he scented every part of Stiles' body.
“Yours,” Stiles choked out. “My Sentinel.”
Derek was learning every inch of him. Stiles arched up into the attention. He'd done the Guide classes; he knew what happened during this process. But his brain was getting totally scrambled and God, he wanted more of his Sentinel. His Sentinel. Hey Mom, have you seen my Sentinel?
Without any warning, Derek slid down his body and smoothly swallowed down Stiles' cock. Stiles gasped and couldn't help pistoning his hips up into the warm wet heat. Derek groaned in satisfaction and just took, sucking and teasing and wow, okay, Stiles was going to come very quickly. He tried to hold on for longer, but Derek just got even more devious with the suction and his fingers round the shaft and Stiles came with a loud cry. Derek swallowed every bit and licked his lips with satisfaction. Stiles looked at him, his body limp.
“That was totally unfair and totally amazing.”
Derek smirked and crawled back up his Guide's body and thoroughly kissed him so that Stiles got a taste of his own flavor off of Derek's tongue. It was ridiculously hot. Stiles whimpered and buried his hands in Derek's hair. And this was only the beginning. They had long hours of this ahead of them. Awesome.
Stiles could feel that his connection to Derek had already gotten stronger. He sighed into Derek's mouth. The bond felt really good and Derek wasn't regretting it, which was a great start. This sort of bonding was what his Mom had used to talk about, about how it felt to be part of somebody else and become literally their other half. It was overwhelmingly wonderful. Stiles massaged Derek's scalp, smirking at how Derek made a pleased noise in his throat and leaned into Stiles' touch. Stiles ran a hand down Derek’s body and hungrily curled fingers around his Sentinel’s cock. He grinned at the dirty chest rumble he got in response and at Derek grabbing the bottle of lube from the bedside cabinet. This was going to be so amazing.
And it was.
-the end
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV Series) / The Sentinel (TV Series)
Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Stiles is a Guide who looks after catatonic or feral Sentinels. One day a grief-stricken near-feral Derek is brought in and Stiles realizes that he's found his Sentinel. Now they've just got to get Derek out of his own head and able to bond.
Author Notes: A fushion fic of two worlds. Nobody's a werewolf here, they're either a Sentinel or Guide. No previous knowledge of The Sentinel is required, though it is an awesome show & the fics for it are amazing. Also, yes, a sequel is currently in the works. Enjoy :)
Part 1
Stiles spent every day with Derek, surrounding the Sentinel with his smell, constantly touching him, talking to him. He talked about his Mom and how awesome she was and how thrilled she would have been to know that Stiles had found somebody. He talked about how lonely and empty his Dad was; how he tried to be upbeat but how his heart clearly wasn’t in it anymore. Stiles figured that Derek would connect to that. He didn’t talk about Derek’s family, because right now Derek wasn’t answering back and it felt wrong to just lay the guy’s deepest wrenching pain out there without him being able to say anything in return. So Stiles tried to let Derek know, in a unique roundabout way, that he got where Derek was coming from. Because Stiles still had this gaping hole inside of him from his Mom’s death and whoever said that time was a healer was a fucking liar.
He called his Dad a couple of times, to touch base and let him know that yes, Derek had a criminal record and no, it definitely wasn't for anything violent, Dad, the Center does really thorough background checks. His Dad sounded worried, as expected, but there was a softness to his words like jealousy, maybe? Or pained nostalgia? He was clearly remembering meeting his own Sentinel. Stiles swallowed down the pain he felt at that, remembering his Mom's stories about that time, and reached out blindly for Derek, grabbing a hand and squeezing it. Derek sounded pained, wanting to be close to his Guide, to comfort and look after him. God, Stiles really wanted that too.
He hung up and gently rested his head against Derek's shoulder for a long moment. Derek's hands rattled desperately in the restraints and his lips touched Stiles forehead and temple with longing and care. Stiles closed his eyes. He was crouching at a weird angle, but it was worth it.
Derek was definitely responding to the speedometer talk that Stiles relentlessly gave him each day. The Sentinel looked less aching in the face, less like he had to stare into the sun without stopping. Even if he wasn't fully dialed down yet, his senses definitely weren't spiking as highly as they were. Now Derek just had to be coaxed out of his own head.
Stiles stroked his chest, mapping the scars there. He explored Derek's feet and ankles. He always lingered on his face and mouth. He maneuvered himself so that Derek's left ear was pressed to his chest, listening to Stiles' heartbeat with a content look on his face. He'd learn that heartbeat, have it imprinted so that wherever Stiles was, Derek would be able to find him by identifying his unique heartbeat among thousands of others.
Stiles texted Nadia updates. He's responding. Dialing down. Still no speech.
Nadia responded with smiley faces, reassuring him that she was writing up the paperwork, and told him in firm capslock that he was doing great. Stiles grinned and was tucking the phone away when he heard it.
“Stiles.”
Stiles froze and turned so sharply that he almost fell over. Derek was looking at him, yearning and hungry but there was clarity in his eyes too. He knew what he was talking about.
“Stiles. Guide.”
Okay, so he was still deep in Sentinel instincts, but he was voicing them now. His voice was gravelly and sent a really pleasant shiver through Stiles. Derek would remain entrenched in his Sentinel side to some degree until he got his hands on Stiles. The Sentinel wouldn't be sated until it got close to its Guide. Stiles slid nearer, cradling Derek's jaw. The Sentinel glared at his restraints for an annoyed moment. Stiles laughed.
“I hear you, dude. It sucks. But hey, you're talking now. That's so awesome. We'll get of here soon, I swear.”
Because everything was being filmed in the Center, so that nobody could ever accuse them of anything that would get them shut down. Sentinels and Guides everywhere bonded underage, that was an open secret, but it was still technically illegal and it never happened in the Center.
Derek's eyes were so intense it was like they were glowing. Stiles swallowed and quickly texted Nadia again to let her know that Derek was definitely verbally responsive now so could she please start making arrangements? He stroked a hand through Derek's thick dark hair.
“The speedometers are working, you're not spiking right now?”
Derek shook his head. “Thank you.”
Stiles flushed and gave a weird little shrug. “It's kind of what I do. Bonding’s a new thing though. A good new thing, definitely a good thing.”
Derek grinned, wow that was seriously bone-melting, and purposefully curled his fingers around Stiles' hand. Oh boy. Stiles cleared his throat.
“I can free one of your arms if there's, like, no funny business. Deal?”
Derek's eyes lit up and he nodded. Stiles held his gaze and raised his eyebrows, because he was so not born yesterday. A Sentinel would agree to anything as long as it got them closer to their Guide. A free arm would give Derek plenty of leverage for giving them both what they wanted but, no way was that happening here because Stiles was not going to be the cause of the Center's downfall and really, their first time in a hospital bed with a camera on them meaning that whoever was on security shift could watch? That really did nothing for Stiles. At all. In fact, it sort of killed any hot lovin' thoughts. All right, not all of them. He was close to his Sentinel after all.
“I’m serious. You start misbehaving, I’m gone.”
Derek glared at him, but bit out “Deal.”
“Wow, you're sulky when you don't get your own way.” Stiles quickly let Nadia know what was happening via text and then started work on unbuckling Derek's right hand. “I'm guessing you're a righty? No scratching the scars either. They're almost healed now.”
He knew what would likely happen once Derek's arm was free but Stiles still yelped when Derek grabbed a handful of his scrubs and pulled him close. Stiles' heartrate shot up for several reasons, all of which the Sentinel would know about thanks to his super senses. Stiles placed his hands against Derek's chest but didn't push away, that would only make Derek worse. Derek was still way too into his animal side. Stiles had to handle this so carefully. It was difficult to think when a ridiculously hot Sentinel who wanted him was so very close. But he took a deep breath and dropped his voice low.
“I know, okay? We're on exactly the same page here. But if this is going to work, I want you to trust me. I need you to. This can't be all you bulldozing through. It can't......I can't........”
Stiles didn't often run out of words, but the idea that he'd be stuck in a relationship with a Sentinel who wouldn't respect his wishes was way too awful. Because this bonding was not going to be them being just friends, Stiles had known that since the moment that Derek had first responded to him. And Stiles wanted it to be good so very badly. He just really hoped that Derek did too.
His Sentinel nosed at his neck for a moment, then loosened his grip on Stiles’ scrubs. Stiles slumped slightly and pressed the button that made the bed sit Derek up. That would help against temptation. Derek’s eyes stayed fastened on him. Stiles took a sort-of steadying breath. Okay, his Sentinel was responding to requests. He wasn’t just taking, even though his every instinct was telling him to do so. That was good. That was awesome actually.
Stiles stepped closer. He needed this as much as Derek did. He carefully levered himself up onto Derek’s lap and tucked himself under Derek’s chin. A growl rumbled through the Sentinel’s chest. He wrapped his free arm around Stiles, holding him with more than a hint of desperation. Stiles let out a breath. Oh, that felt good. He slid an arm around Derek’s waist and nuzzled against his bare chest. It felt really good.
With a great deal of effort, he eased up so that he could look Derek in the eye. “We’re going to get out of here really soon, I swear. So you need to hold on.”
“No promises.”
Oh, that low voice was back and Derek was looking at him like Stiles was dessert. Stiles shuddered.
“That is really not helping right now, okay? Eyes on the prize please, which is not being filmed having sex with a seventeen-year-old Guide in a Sentinel Recovery Center.”
Derek frowned and crowded closer still to Stiles, as if sensing that someone was coming right now to split them up. Yeah, exactly, not good. Stiles pressed his forehead to Derek’s for a while, enjoying his Sentinel’s firm arm around him and the breath against his face. Derek dropped his head to Stiles’ neck and inhaled, enjoying the scent there. Stiles closed his eyes briefly. If only they didn’t have to move. But they did, especially because Derek was now licking at Stiles’ neck.
“Ah! Not helping, not helping at all....ah, Derek.......that is playing really dirty and I'd really love to revisit this idea as soon as possible but let’s get out of here first.....Oh, God.........”
Derek made a pleased noise in his throat and began sucking a mark on Stile's neck. Stiles clung on because wow, that was good and his Sentinel was marking him. It was probably the least possessive thing that Derek would do to him in the long run. In a moment of clarity, Stiles twisted his phone out of his pocket and thumbed a quick message to Nadia. Moments later, the door swung open without warning and Derek quickly detached himself from Stiles' neck, snarling and ready to fight.
“Down, boy,” Stiles replied, managing to get out of Derek's grip and onto his own two feet again. He felt a little dazed from the sheer heat and magnetism of the moment and his fingers went to his neck to find the bruise that Derek had left there. It felt great. Nadia waggled pleased eyebrows at him.
“Good to see that things are going so well,” she grinned. “Stiles, I've told your Dad and he's going out of town for a few weeks, to that retreat place?”
Stiles nodded. His Dad had gone to the nearest Guide Retreat a lot since his wife and Sentinel had passed away. He said that it helped keep him centered and calmer about things. It helped, that was what mattered to Stiles. So he and Derek would have the house to themselves as they nested into their bond. That could be weird, but getting a room at a hotel for this would be way weirder, and kind of skeevy.
“All the Sentinels are in their rooms. You've got a safe way through.”
Stiles turned to Derek, his heart hammering, and reached for the second restraint. Things were about to get really interesting. He pitched his voice so quiet that only Derek's super hearing would pick it up. “Hold it together.”
Derek gave him a long look that did nothing to reassure Stiles, but the Sentinel nodded and Stiles unlatched the tie. Derek was free. He rolled his shoulders and stretched, his joints popping loudly. Then he turned to Stiles. Stiles took a deep breath, but Derek just dragged him in for a full body hug, tucking his Guide close. Stiles laughed shakily.
“Sooner we move......”
Derek chuckled and ran a hand possessively down Stiles' back and yep......grabbed Stiles' ass. Stiles yelped, and then glared, pushing ineffectually at Derek's solid chest. Nadia laughed.
“You remember what happened when I first met Davey?”
Stiles smiled as he grabbed his bag. Davey had taken one look at Nadia and had then scooped her up before heading purposefully out of the door, Nadia calling reassurances back to her colleagues. She'd called them from the car and had said that she'd do a regular check in once a day. She didn't come back to work for two whole weeks. Yeah, okay, so maybe Derek was behaving well, in Sentinel terms.
Stiles returned to Derek's side and let himself be pulled in tight. Derek was tense, of course, because he was free and he wanted to thoroughly map and have his Guide. The feeling was definitely mutual. Derek's grip dug into Stile's side. Stiles began the walk to the door where Nadia was waiting. She kept in step with them as they headed through the Center.
“Kelly's still going to kill you. But she said that she'll wait until after you've been thoroughly fucked. You'll be an easier target then.”
Derek growled and Stiles prodded him. “A joke, seriously. She's always saying she'll kill me. I owe her a lot of late work hours. Totally no bloodshed.”
They got outside and Stiles led the way to his Jeep. They were actually going to do this. They were almost there.
“You kids have fun,” Nadia called from the front doors. “Take all the time you need.”
Derek clamped a hand to Stiles' thigh as Stiles turned the engine on. Yeah, that wasn't distracting at all. Derek hadn't stopped staring at him either. Stiles tried really hard to concentrate on the driving. Because getting into a crash right now would totally happen to him and wreck the mood and cause his Dad to come back from the retreat. Yeah, that was so not going to happen.
“Here we are,” he announced, parking at an angle outside the house.
He got as far as halfway up the front path before Derek pulled him back against his impressive chest and began exploring Stiles' body. Stiles struggled to move forward.
“Nuh....ah, there's a bed inside, you know. A really nice big bed.”
Plus his neighbors were nosy and yep, the curtain was twitching across the street. Stiles did not want his first time, his bonding with his Sentinel, to be outside on cold concrete and soil with Mrs Miller watching every move. So he pushed forward and managed to turn the key in the lock, staggering beyond the threshold with Derek still attached and how was this Stiles' life? The Sentinel grunted as Stiles slammed the door shut and dropped his bag.
This was it. No more obstacles. Stiles swallowed. Wow, okay, he had a hot Sentinel and this was going to be scarily awesome.
He opened his mouth, because babbling when he was nervous was a reflex, but before he could utter a word, Derek swept him up off his feet and headed straight for the stairs.
“Okay, do Sentinels get handbooks for this kind of thing? Because when Davey met Nadia, he sort of did the same.....”
Derek scented the air, pinpointing Stiles' room, and kicked the door open. He fused his mouth to Stiles', depositing him onto the bed and covering him instantly with his own body. Stiles moaned and wrapped his arms around Derek to keep him close. It had been a long wait to get to this point. Derek had been restrained but Stiles had been too, taking care of Derek every day but not being able to do this. And if Stiles didn't have a lot of experience in making out, then he wasn’t going to mention it out loud. Because what Derek was doing felt really good.
The Sentinel tugged impatiently on his Guide's clothing and began to peel each piece off. Right, the Sentinel needed to feel his skin. The Guide would like that very much. Stiles began working on getting the loose pants off of Derek. The Sentinel began a very thorough exploration of Stiles' skin, with fingers and tongue. Stiles rhythmically stroked Derek's back, keeping the Sentinel grounded with his touch. The sensation of Derek so close and so intensely attentive was pretty freakin' heady. Stiles was sure that he almost swallowed his tongue at several points, because Derek was extremely good at this.
“Guide. Mine,” Derek growled, as he scented every part of Stiles' body.
“Yours,” Stiles choked out. “My Sentinel.”
Derek was learning every inch of him. Stiles arched up into the attention. He'd done the Guide classes; he knew what happened during this process. But his brain was getting totally scrambled and God, he wanted more of his Sentinel. His Sentinel. Hey Mom, have you seen my Sentinel?
Without any warning, Derek slid down his body and smoothly swallowed down Stiles' cock. Stiles gasped and couldn't help pistoning his hips up into the warm wet heat. Derek groaned in satisfaction and just took, sucking and teasing and wow, okay, Stiles was going to come very quickly. He tried to hold on for longer, but Derek just got even more devious with the suction and his fingers round the shaft and Stiles came with a loud cry. Derek swallowed every bit and licked his lips with satisfaction. Stiles looked at him, his body limp.
“That was totally unfair and totally amazing.”
Derek smirked and crawled back up his Guide's body and thoroughly kissed him so that Stiles got a taste of his own flavor off of Derek's tongue. It was ridiculously hot. Stiles whimpered and buried his hands in Derek's hair. And this was only the beginning. They had long hours of this ahead of them. Awesome.
Stiles could feel that his connection to Derek had already gotten stronger. He sighed into Derek's mouth. The bond felt really good and Derek wasn't regretting it, which was a great start. This sort of bonding was what his Mom had used to talk about, about how it felt to be part of somebody else and become literally their other half. It was overwhelmingly wonderful. Stiles massaged Derek's scalp, smirking at how Derek made a pleased noise in his throat and leaned into Stiles' touch. Stiles ran a hand down Derek’s body and hungrily curled fingers around his Sentinel’s cock. He grinned at the dirty chest rumble he got in response and at Derek grabbing the bottle of lube from the bedside cabinet. This was going to be so amazing.
And it was.
-the end