Fic: Somewhere We Belong (Teen Wolf, Derek/Laura/Stiles) (1/2)
Title: Somewhere We Belong (1/2)
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV Series)
Characters: Derek Hale/Laura Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Allison Argent, Scott McCall
Rating: R
Warning: Explicit sibling incest
Disclaimer: I really do own nothing.
Summary: Laura survives the fire, but she's changed by it. Derek is the Alpha after he kills Peter. They settle into Beacon Hills where they meet Stiles Stilinski. Their lives become rapidly and passionately intertwined.
Derek became the Hale Pack’s Alpha when he killed Peter. Peter hadn’t been the same since surviving the house fire that had killed almost the entire family. Having the Alpha power had made him worse. He’d tried to turn people and had killed several of the nearby town’s citizens. He’d tried to kill Derek.
Derek tried to remember the uncle who’d amazed him with sleight-of-hand tricks and who had then explained exactly how they were done so that Derek could fool other people. The uncle who’d helped in his training and had slipped him illegal beers and had run with him in the moonlight.
But that uncle was gone by the time that Derek faced off against the Hale Alpha. He was definitely gone when Derek tore his throat out.
Derek lost track of how long he spent staring at the blood soaking into the ground, at the final much-missed peace appearing on his uncle’s face.
The next thing he was really aware of was Laura’s voice.
“Derek, I’m hungry.”
Peter wasn’t the only one who’d emerged from the fire changed.
*
Laura was dipping her feet in the lake again. Her claws were showing as she swiped at the life that teemed in the water. She looked fascinated by it, eager to hunt. Derek watched her.
She was both old and young now, meshed beautifully together in a way that Derek didn’t know how to even start untangling. She was still Laura though. Unlike Peter who had lost all lightness during the fire, Laura had clung onto hers. She was still his sister.
“Derek!”
A slippery fish flew through the air. Derek swatted it away before it hit his forehead. He raised an eyebrow at his sister’s giggles and bitten lip.
“Good aim.”
Laura preened before shoving her claws back into the lake. Derek went back to watching her.
*
“And he never said goodbye to the moon!”
The words were being sung into his chest. Derek twitched and then grabbed the fingers that were walking across his pecs. Laura, naked and glorious, smiled blissfully at him. The corner of Derek’s mouth drew upwards. He flicked his tongue against her caught fingers. His smile grew at the happy sigh that his actions got from her. That sigh turned into a pretty little frown when he then released her fingers.
“No teasing!”
Derek drew his hands faux-lazily down her arms. It made her shiver delightfully. “Who’s teasing?”
Laura fidgeted at his too-light touch and unable to bear it any longer, pounced. Derek held her wrists but let her struggle. It felt good. Laura was enjoying herself too, snapping her human teeth amidst giggles and gasping threats. Finally he swallowed it all up with long drawn-out kisses that purposefully stole her breath and kept her still and hungry against him.
Laura pouted when he drew back. It was a look that always made him want to draw the culprit’s blood.
“You’re mean.”
Derek smirked and flipped them over without warning. Laura’s shriek was music to his ears. He slid a hand between her legs, intent on turning that shriek into beautiful moans. He licked her wetness off his fingers. Laura petted his head happily.
“Good boy.”
*
After Peter’s death, the only place they could stay was Beacon Hills. Laura shook her head violently whenever Derek suggested maybe heading outside the town limits on a permanent basis.
“This is where they are. So we need to be here too,” was her explanation.
And where Laura went, Derek went too.
He met with Chris and Victoria Argent, taking a sullen tense Laura with him by way of explanation. Chris looked astonished at the change in her - the last time he’d seen her was before the fire. Victoria was suspicious to start with, like Laura’s behavior was all an elaborate act. But Derek swore that they had no plans to rebuild their pack, just the house. Beacon Hills was where they’d both die, like every other Hale.
“I’m going to paint the stars here,” Laura confided in him, as they walked through what remained of their family home.
Derek mentally tallied up the insurance settlement money against all that the house would need. They would more than stay afloat.
“Good.”
Then he pinched Laura’s hip and let her chase him around the house until the moon rose.
*
Laura was wearing pink satin. Pink satin trimmed with white ribbons. Derek tried to control his claws. Laura hated it when he ruined her pretty things.
“What do I taste like, Derek?”
Derek’s fangs grew at the question and his mouth watered. He prowled in front of her and cupped her breast. He thumbed the nipple thoughtfully. Laura’s pupils dilated and she laughed.
“That’s not an answer.”
Derek dipped his head and bit shallowly near her collarbone. He watched as a teardrop of blood rolled down her alabaster skin. He licked at it and savored the taste.
Laura’s breathing was heavy and her eyes were yellow when his finally focused on her.
“Cinders,” he said at last. “Crushed foxgloves and the first spring rain.”
Her taste often changed, as did Derek’s palate. Laura asked that question a lot. He always enjoyed answering it.
*
The first time they spotted the boy, he was watching as they bathed in the nearby stream. It was cool and refreshing after hours of working on renovating the house. Laura had been wielding a hammer beside Derek. She’d always had a good eye for DIY. Derek had clear memories of her working alongside their Dad and Manisha and Aunt Rachel. It’d been good to see that same delight in Laura’s eyes again as she’d worked.
Derek watched as Laura scrambled over rocks, her hair like wet sunlight down her back. She knew to be careful in the water, to look out for shallow spots and sharp stones. The other creatures living there knew to leave the Hales alone. They knew all about avoiding predators.
Laura splashed back into the stream and over to his side. She tried to pull his feet out from underneath him but he flipped her easily over his shoulder and watched as she spluttered and cursed. She determinedly snatched a bottle of body wash off the bank and squirted it at him in petty retaliation.
As she scrubbed both herself and him with cinnamon-scented bubbles, she leaned close like she was going to tell him a secret.
“He’s been watching us for a whole fifteen minutes,” she whispered.
Derek slanted a look toward where Laura was subtly indicating. Yep, a teenage boy was bobbing ineffectively behind some bushes. They had a voyeur. Derek’s teeth sharpened. Nobody should be coming onto Hale land without permission. Nobody should be looking at Laura like that.
“Don’t hurt him too much. I like the way he smells.”
Laura was serious. Derek scented the air, and slowly nodded. There was no hint of gun oil, silver, or wolfsbane. The boy’s terrible stealth abilities also clearly demonstrated that he was no hunter. He smelled good. Human, fearful, fascinated, aroused. Whoever he was, his personal aroma was intriguing. Derek stood up, water running off him as he strode out onto the bank. The boy’s eyes widened - another wave of fear and heavy arousal - and then he darted away. Derek could run and catch him. But the boy was off Hale land now. That was what mattered.
Laura smiled, her hair thick with bubbles. “I hope he comes back.”
Derek nodded absently. He hoped so too.
*
The bathroom got finished first. Laura immediately wanted to shower, to test it out. She shoved Derek in unexpectedly, fully clothed, when he refused. They got confirmation that the shower and bath worked just fine.
Laura painted each bedroom a different color - one was pearly turquoise, another brown sugar, a third warm orange. Her clothes and skin got covered in a splatter rainbow. She fingerpainted stars onto the ceiling of every room and insisted that she and Derek lie beneath them, to test her handiwork out.
“They’re all here,” she said quietly, her fingers intertwined with Derek’s. “I got them here.”
Derek stared at her for a moment, then brushed his free fingers down her soft cheek. “You did.”
*
Laura didn’t like that the boy hadn’t visited again. It niggled at Derek too, so he slipped into Beacon Hills for research and to follow the boy’s scent. He found that the boy’s father was the Sheriff. Derek remembered the man as a deputy, horrified by the Hale fire. A good man. He found that the boy went to high school and that he didn’t play lacrosse as much as he wanted to. The boy talked a lot and had a fast heartbeat and took medication that smelled waxy.
The boy blushed when he caught sight of Derek. Derek slid away before the boy’s friend saw him.
The boy had a name.
“Stiles Stilinski,” he told Laura, whose eyes were wide with excitement.
“Like the deputy.”
“His father.” Derek nipped at Laura’s fingers.
“Derek, what do I taste like?”
“Caramel and salt water.”
*
The boy did come back after that. Maybe because he’d spotted Derek in town, watching him. He crouched behind trees and stared, his heartbeat skittering whenever Laura or Derek looked his way. He never came near the house though. Laura watched him through the window.
“I want to eat him up.”
Derek growled in agreement. The boy’s smell was distracting now, as was his lean awkward figure, large expressive eyes, and lush tempting mouth. He was ridiculously enticing.
“I wonder how long we’d have to chase him for.”
Derek tugged at her hair. “He’s easy prey.”
“Still worth catching though.”
She was right. The urge to just hunt the boy down and take was growing inside of Derek. Laura raked her claws down his back.
“He’s ours, isn’t he?”
Derek curled a possessive hand around the back of her neck. There was little point in denying it. Clearly even the boy knew where he belonged.
“He will be.”
*
They ran in wolf form during the next full moon, enjoying the chase and the hunt together. It was what they were made for. They gorged on rabbits and small prey. Bigger animals kept out of their path.
Blood dripped down Laura's chin as they rutted together, not for the first time that night. Derek shoved into her, his senses wildly sharp and craving more. Laura pushed back, snarling and howling for the same. On full moon nights, they couldn’t stop touching each other, even more than usual. Why would they ever want to stop?
After the familiar rush of release, Derek caught that scent again - waxy, fearful, fascinated, aroused, Stiles. Laura had clearly caught it too, because she took off with an excited howl. Derek followed immediately. Their boy was here. He’d seen the wolves and he hadn’t run away.
“Whoa! Sharp teeth! Please don’t eat me!”
He was talking to Laura who was circling him excitedly, yipping out exactly what she wanted to do to him. Derek growled in agreement. The boy was still there, looking like he wanted to run but he was standing his ground and he still smelled aroused. Derek longed to claim and bite and gorge. But the boy didn’t understand yet and he stunk of too much fear.
So Derek reminded Laura of that in snarls and she nipped at his heels and agreed because she didn’t like the taste of human tears anyway. Stiles stared at them both, his heart beating too fast. Derek nudged at his thighs and knees. The boy needed rest. He needed protecting on a full moon.
“Okay, that’s…you’re not going to…this is…” Stiles stuttered his way through half-finished thoughts and sat down, bewildered. “You’re not saving me for dessert, are you?”
Derek huffed out laughter and some of the worry in Stiles’ expression disappeared. He still looked wary though, watching carefully as Laura rubbed her face against his arm and Derek circled them both. But deep down the boy knew that he was safe there, just like he’d been drawn to watch them in the first place. It was where he was supposed to be.
Laura curled up next to Stiles, her head pillowed on his stomach. Derek wrapped himself around them both and kept one ear open for what other dangers could be out in the woods. He slept well though, two important scents soothing him. It’d been too long since that had happened.
In the morning, Stiles was still there, tense and worried and watching in fascination as Laura and Derek shifted back to their human forms. He reddened when Laura stretched, unabashed and nude. Derek smirked. She was always beautiful under the sun. Stiles hadn’t grasped yet that he had the right to look at her whenever he wanted to.
Stiles cleared his throat and attempted not to stare at either of them. “So…um, Derek and Laura Hale, right? Werewolves?”
Derek nodded and Stiles let out a shaky overwhelmed breath. “That’s so…wow. Okay. Awesome. Werewolves. Hi. So those were your werewolf forms last night? Do you ever become full wolves? Are you the only ones in Beacon Hills? Is that why you came back?”
Laura laughed at Stiles’ overspill of eager words. He was still tinged with fear, but he was mostly enthusiastically interested, almost giddy with it. And he was still swathed in a layer of arousal. Derek’s chest rumbled with greed and he moved deep into Stiles’ personal space, pressing his jaw to Stiles’ shoulder before nosing down to his neck. The smell there was concentrated and blissful. Derek’s teeth grew. Laura was nosing at Stiles’ thigh.
Stiles froze, his heart fluttering like a frightened bird once more. “Are you…smelling me? Please tell me I don’t smell like breakfast.”
Derek licked his neck. The taste was just as good as the smell, and Stiles’ heart gave a delightful skip that had nothing to do with fear. Derek grinned and drew his whole body invitingly closer. Stiles looked like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Laura was practically sprawled out across his lap now, snuffling at his waist happily. Derek stroked her hair.
“Stay for breakfast, you’ll find out what you want to know.”
Laura sat up quickly, smiling and heavy-eyed as though drunk on the heady scent combination of Derek and Stiles. “Pancakes! Pancakes and syrup and bacon!”
Derek flowed to his feet and pulled Laura up into an embrace. He liked to check, to be sure that she was fine after each full moon. All kinds of things could have happened to her. He licked into her mouth and let her suck on his tongue. Stiles looked slightly dazed when they parted.
Laura waggled a hand at him. “Coming?”
Stiles shook his head, as though trying to clear it, and shakily got to his feet, looking more than a little lost and flushed. Derek smiled, pleased. He’d done that. He and Laura. It would only get better too. How could the boy refuse?
“I need to call my Dad. He thinks I’m at Scott’s and Scott thinks I’m…actually, I don’t know where Scott thinks I am.”
Derek shrugged a shoulder fluidly and turned to walk back to the house. “Signal’s good here. We’ll be waiting.”
Laura ran ahead, singing songs into the sun. She was still breathless when Derek reached the porch.
“He’ll come.”
Derek cupped her jaw and kissed her forehead, her cheekbones, her mouth. She tasted of fresh rabbit sinew, evergreens, and blunt liquorice. “He will.”
Nothing was a certainty. But this felt sure and strong wrapped around his spine. Laura pulled on a yellow and white sundress over her favorite jeans. Her bare feet displayed purple-painted toenails. Derek set the table as she mixed the batter and fried the bacon. He brewed coffee and squeezed juice as he heard a now-familiar heartbeat get closer and closer. He called out before there was a knock at the door.
“It’s open.”
Stiles appeared, biting his lip, backpack uncertain over one shoulder. He had one foot out the door but his eyes took in everything. Derek pushed a glass of juice his way and nodded to the table.
“Hope you’re hungry.”
Laura flashed inhuman teeth over her shoulder in greeting and agreement. She hummed under her breath as Stiles fiddled with the silverware and Derek stood over him. He brushed fingers against Stiles’ neck and smiled with the corner of his mouth when Stiles jerkily looked up.
Time for some answers before the rabbit ran.
“We’re the only werewolves left in Beacon Hills. Our family was our pack.”
Stiles’ eyes went even bigger and they sheened with sympathy. Not pity though. Derek remembered the obituary for Jennifer Stilinski that he’d found during his research into Stiles. Stiles was no stranger to soul-crushing loss.
“And you came back because...?”
“Because Peter woke up,” Laura supplied the answer as she cooked the first pancake. “Only he wasn’t Peter after the fire. Then he tried to kill us. So Derek killed him.”
Stiles’ eyebrows shot up. “Wait, your brain-dead Uncle tried to kill you? And you…”
“He was going to kill us,” Derek kept his voice low and steady and filled with Alpha power. “The fire changed him. All he could think about was the hunt. He hunted people in Beacon Hills and then he hunted us.”
“The animal attacks!” Stiles sounded excited. “My Dad - he’s the Sheriff - he’s been looking into this weird pattern of animal attacks in the area. That was Peter?”
“He was trying to build a new pack.” Derek grabbed the syrup and sugar from the sideboard and sat down. “But he tried giving the bite without permission and it didn’t take. And when some refused, he filled up the morgue.”
“Wait, wait,” Stiles waved a hand. “Your coma-patient Uncle went crazy and tried to build his own pack, while wiping out his old one?”
“You understand.” Laura was pleased as she dished out pancakes and sat down on Stiles’ other side.
“The bite is a gift. It shouldn’t be forced,” Derek continued. “That’s not why you’re here.”
Stile started; clearly surprised at a question he was probably thinking about, but hadn’t asked, being answered. “Okay, thanks. That’s…werewolves have made me pancakes for breakfast. Werewolves. I’m having breakfast with werewolves.”
He was beginning to sound a little hysterical. His excited adrenalin rush had finally run out. Derek had been waiting for that to happen. He pressed a warm hand to Stiles’ cheek and coaxed the boy into looking at him.
“We didn’t invite you here to hurt you. I swear.”
Laura took hold of Stiles’ hand and cradled it close. She kissed his fingers fleetingly. “Me too. I swear.”
Stiles’ eyes darted to them both. He seemed to grasp the hidden gravity of their words and nodded slowly, his breaths steadying. Derek and Laura both kept hold of him, reluctant to let go.
“We like you watching us,” Laura told him. “We like that you like being near us. We want you to keep coming back.”
Stiles’ eyes widened and Derek stroked his face fondly, resisting the urge for now to lick his neck again. “You’re free to leave and you’re free to come back. We strongly encourage the last part.”
Stiles’ mouth worked but nothing came out. Derek relished being so close to him, being surrounded by his scent.
Laura smiled. “We haven’t broken him, have we?”
Stiles shook his head quickly. “No, sorta, maybe. This is a lot…it’s…I mean…really?...can I…?”
Derek leaned in and kissed the boy’s forehead. Then Laura darted in and nibbled at Stiles’ lips before tearing into her pancakes. She trusted Derek to find the right words.
“When you want to, you can ask more questions. You might not like the answers though.”
“Right. Okay. Thanks. I’m going to…”
Stiles swallowed a last forkful of pancakes and then scrambled to his feet. His gaze lingered on Derek and Laura, a blush charmingly sweeping his face. Derek licked his lips.
“I won’t tell anyone.”
And with that, he left, quick footsteps matching his heartbeat as he beat a path to his Jeep that was parked near the main road through the woods. Laura pulled Derek’s hand closer and licked the sugar and syrup off his palm.
*
Stiles did come back. Derek was sawing wood in front of the house, stripped to the waist and sweating in the sun. He smiled as he smelled Stiles’ welcome scent nearing. Laura was out at the library, working her weekly shift. It helped her to be out in the community, interacting with people. She was always social and Mrs. Kelly looked kindly on her, remembering her from their childhood trips to hire out books.
“Oh, that’s not fair.” Stiles gestured to Derek. “You’re all…distracting.”
Derek raised an eyebrow. “But you don’t want me to put a shirt on.”
“Well…no. No. Just don’t expect a lot of coherence.”
“I don't.”
“Hey!”
Derek finished sawing the wood and stacked it with the other pieces. He was brushing wood shavings off his hands when he saw Stiles step closer, hesitating but determined. The boy was brave. He’d need to be.
“I’m still welcome, right? I mean, you haven’t changed your minds or decided to leave or…”
“You’re welcome here,” Derek cut in. “That won’t change.”
Stiles glowed with pleasure and nodded shortly. “Cool. Okay. So werewolves, the licking and the smelling, is that a normal thing for you guys? I mean, do you go to the grocery store and lick the guy’s hand when he gives you your change?”
Derek rolled his eyes and led the way into the house. “It’s a pack thing. We mark who we belong to.”
“And because…because you like the way I smell?”
Derek turned abruptly so that Stiles bumped into him. Derek held him close and brushed his nose against Stiles’ cheek. His lips danced a trail across Stiles’ face. The feel was intoxicating. Derek’s claws lengthened a little, catching on Stiles’ clothes.
“Because we like you.”
He turned again, his eyes flashing red, and opened the door. Stiles hurried to catch up, his breathing labored and yearning. “You really mean that, you…you both like me.”
“Exactly.”
Stiles dropped down into a nearby seat and watched as Derek pulled a cold beer out of the fridge. Stiles seemed unable to look away. Derek leaned against the wall and drank. He had a great view of Stiles. And he’d pushed and scent-marked the boy. It was Stiles’ decision now, as much as the Alpha hated to admit that it was out of his control.
Stiles swallowed. “This is…ah…”
He licked his lips and Derek’s own arousal kicked up a few notches. He gripped the neck of his bottle and tried not to break it. Stiles tried again.
“Unbelievable is a huge understatement. Sort of way out of my wildest dreams. I’m…I’m kind of new to all this.”
Derek nodded. Of course. He could smell that. It was just a sliver of Stiles’ appeal. Derek and Laura would have to claim him soon though, before somebody else tried to. He was theirs. In the meantime, Derek would keep him for as long as he could.
“I need a spare pair of hands for the house’s trim.”
Stile stared at him for a moment, apparently looking for something, and then a tiny smile grew across his face. He waggled his fingers. “Mine are free.”
They worked on the house until it was close to the end of Laura’s shift and Stiles needed to get home to make dinner for his father. Derek felt dazed from the close and constant contact with Stiles, his smell and his eagerness and desire and the sweetness of his shyness. Laura had been right - they were going to eat him up.
Stiles paused as he grabbed his backpack again. Then he seemed to make up his mind, reaching a hand towards Derek, and clumsily pressing a goodbye kiss to his lips. Derek let out a pleased noise and pulled Stiles closer, deepening the kiss and exploring Stiles’ mouth until Stiles pulled away, starry-eyed.
“Laura will hate that she missed that,” Derek told him.
Stiles flushed. “I could…uh…make it up to her?”
“She won’t hate that.”
Stiles stumbled on his way towards the pathway out. Derek’s laughter hailed his exit. The boy was getting closer. They’d have to be patient a little while longer. Patient wolves, that was unique. Stiles was worth it. Derek nodded to himself.
Laura jumped on him the moment that she smelled Stiles, her claws sinking past his flesh in her anger.
“You cheated!” she snarled.
Derek let her claw out her fury. “He initiated.”
Laura’s expression lit up at the news of such progress and she shoved Derek down onto the kitchen floor in wild celebration, tearing at his clothes. She rode him with happily bared teeth.
“I wish…”
Derek touched the space between her breasts. “He’ll be here again soon.”
Part 2
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV Series)
Characters: Derek Hale/Laura Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Allison Argent, Scott McCall
Rating: R
Warning: Explicit sibling incest
Disclaimer: I really do own nothing.
Summary: Laura survives the fire, but she's changed by it. Derek is the Alpha after he kills Peter. They settle into Beacon Hills where they meet Stiles Stilinski. Their lives become rapidly and passionately intertwined.
Derek became the Hale Pack’s Alpha when he killed Peter. Peter hadn’t been the same since surviving the house fire that had killed almost the entire family. Having the Alpha power had made him worse. He’d tried to turn people and had killed several of the nearby town’s citizens. He’d tried to kill Derek.
Derek tried to remember the uncle who’d amazed him with sleight-of-hand tricks and who had then explained exactly how they were done so that Derek could fool other people. The uncle who’d helped in his training and had slipped him illegal beers and had run with him in the moonlight.
But that uncle was gone by the time that Derek faced off against the Hale Alpha. He was definitely gone when Derek tore his throat out.
Derek lost track of how long he spent staring at the blood soaking into the ground, at the final much-missed peace appearing on his uncle’s face.
The next thing he was really aware of was Laura’s voice.
“Derek, I’m hungry.”
Peter wasn’t the only one who’d emerged from the fire changed.
*
Laura was dipping her feet in the lake again. Her claws were showing as she swiped at the life that teemed in the water. She looked fascinated by it, eager to hunt. Derek watched her.
She was both old and young now, meshed beautifully together in a way that Derek didn’t know how to even start untangling. She was still Laura though. Unlike Peter who had lost all lightness during the fire, Laura had clung onto hers. She was still his sister.
“Derek!”
A slippery fish flew through the air. Derek swatted it away before it hit his forehead. He raised an eyebrow at his sister’s giggles and bitten lip.
“Good aim.”
Laura preened before shoving her claws back into the lake. Derek went back to watching her.
*
“And he never said goodbye to the moon!”
The words were being sung into his chest. Derek twitched and then grabbed the fingers that were walking across his pecs. Laura, naked and glorious, smiled blissfully at him. The corner of Derek’s mouth drew upwards. He flicked his tongue against her caught fingers. His smile grew at the happy sigh that his actions got from her. That sigh turned into a pretty little frown when he then released her fingers.
“No teasing!”
Derek drew his hands faux-lazily down her arms. It made her shiver delightfully. “Who’s teasing?”
Laura fidgeted at his too-light touch and unable to bear it any longer, pounced. Derek held her wrists but let her struggle. It felt good. Laura was enjoying herself too, snapping her human teeth amidst giggles and gasping threats. Finally he swallowed it all up with long drawn-out kisses that purposefully stole her breath and kept her still and hungry against him.
Laura pouted when he drew back. It was a look that always made him want to draw the culprit’s blood.
“You’re mean.”
Derek smirked and flipped them over without warning. Laura’s shriek was music to his ears. He slid a hand between her legs, intent on turning that shriek into beautiful moans. He licked her wetness off his fingers. Laura petted his head happily.
“Good boy.”
*
After Peter’s death, the only place they could stay was Beacon Hills. Laura shook her head violently whenever Derek suggested maybe heading outside the town limits on a permanent basis.
“This is where they are. So we need to be here too,” was her explanation.
And where Laura went, Derek went too.
He met with Chris and Victoria Argent, taking a sullen tense Laura with him by way of explanation. Chris looked astonished at the change in her - the last time he’d seen her was before the fire. Victoria was suspicious to start with, like Laura’s behavior was all an elaborate act. But Derek swore that they had no plans to rebuild their pack, just the house. Beacon Hills was where they’d both die, like every other Hale.
“I’m going to paint the stars here,” Laura confided in him, as they walked through what remained of their family home.
Derek mentally tallied up the insurance settlement money against all that the house would need. They would more than stay afloat.
“Good.”
Then he pinched Laura’s hip and let her chase him around the house until the moon rose.
*
Laura was wearing pink satin. Pink satin trimmed with white ribbons. Derek tried to control his claws. Laura hated it when he ruined her pretty things.
“What do I taste like, Derek?”
Derek’s fangs grew at the question and his mouth watered. He prowled in front of her and cupped her breast. He thumbed the nipple thoughtfully. Laura’s pupils dilated and she laughed.
“That’s not an answer.”
Derek dipped his head and bit shallowly near her collarbone. He watched as a teardrop of blood rolled down her alabaster skin. He licked at it and savored the taste.
Laura’s breathing was heavy and her eyes were yellow when his finally focused on her.
“Cinders,” he said at last. “Crushed foxgloves and the first spring rain.”
Her taste often changed, as did Derek’s palate. Laura asked that question a lot. He always enjoyed answering it.
*
The first time they spotted the boy, he was watching as they bathed in the nearby stream. It was cool and refreshing after hours of working on renovating the house. Laura had been wielding a hammer beside Derek. She’d always had a good eye for DIY. Derek had clear memories of her working alongside their Dad and Manisha and Aunt Rachel. It’d been good to see that same delight in Laura’s eyes again as she’d worked.
Derek watched as Laura scrambled over rocks, her hair like wet sunlight down her back. She knew to be careful in the water, to look out for shallow spots and sharp stones. The other creatures living there knew to leave the Hales alone. They knew all about avoiding predators.
Laura splashed back into the stream and over to his side. She tried to pull his feet out from underneath him but he flipped her easily over his shoulder and watched as she spluttered and cursed. She determinedly snatched a bottle of body wash off the bank and squirted it at him in petty retaliation.
As she scrubbed both herself and him with cinnamon-scented bubbles, she leaned close like she was going to tell him a secret.
“He’s been watching us for a whole fifteen minutes,” she whispered.
Derek slanted a look toward where Laura was subtly indicating. Yep, a teenage boy was bobbing ineffectively behind some bushes. They had a voyeur. Derek’s teeth sharpened. Nobody should be coming onto Hale land without permission. Nobody should be looking at Laura like that.
“Don’t hurt him too much. I like the way he smells.”
Laura was serious. Derek scented the air, and slowly nodded. There was no hint of gun oil, silver, or wolfsbane. The boy’s terrible stealth abilities also clearly demonstrated that he was no hunter. He smelled good. Human, fearful, fascinated, aroused. Whoever he was, his personal aroma was intriguing. Derek stood up, water running off him as he strode out onto the bank. The boy’s eyes widened - another wave of fear and heavy arousal - and then he darted away. Derek could run and catch him. But the boy was off Hale land now. That was what mattered.
Laura smiled, her hair thick with bubbles. “I hope he comes back.”
Derek nodded absently. He hoped so too.
*
The bathroom got finished first. Laura immediately wanted to shower, to test it out. She shoved Derek in unexpectedly, fully clothed, when he refused. They got confirmation that the shower and bath worked just fine.
Laura painted each bedroom a different color - one was pearly turquoise, another brown sugar, a third warm orange. Her clothes and skin got covered in a splatter rainbow. She fingerpainted stars onto the ceiling of every room and insisted that she and Derek lie beneath them, to test her handiwork out.
“They’re all here,” she said quietly, her fingers intertwined with Derek’s. “I got them here.”
Derek stared at her for a moment, then brushed his free fingers down her soft cheek. “You did.”
*
Laura didn’t like that the boy hadn’t visited again. It niggled at Derek too, so he slipped into Beacon Hills for research and to follow the boy’s scent. He found that the boy’s father was the Sheriff. Derek remembered the man as a deputy, horrified by the Hale fire. A good man. He found that the boy went to high school and that he didn’t play lacrosse as much as he wanted to. The boy talked a lot and had a fast heartbeat and took medication that smelled waxy.
The boy blushed when he caught sight of Derek. Derek slid away before the boy’s friend saw him.
The boy had a name.
“Stiles Stilinski,” he told Laura, whose eyes were wide with excitement.
“Like the deputy.”
“His father.” Derek nipped at Laura’s fingers.
“Derek, what do I taste like?”
“Caramel and salt water.”
*
The boy did come back after that. Maybe because he’d spotted Derek in town, watching him. He crouched behind trees and stared, his heartbeat skittering whenever Laura or Derek looked his way. He never came near the house though. Laura watched him through the window.
“I want to eat him up.”
Derek growled in agreement. The boy’s smell was distracting now, as was his lean awkward figure, large expressive eyes, and lush tempting mouth. He was ridiculously enticing.
“I wonder how long we’d have to chase him for.”
Derek tugged at her hair. “He’s easy prey.”
“Still worth catching though.”
She was right. The urge to just hunt the boy down and take was growing inside of Derek. Laura raked her claws down his back.
“He’s ours, isn’t he?”
Derek curled a possessive hand around the back of her neck. There was little point in denying it. Clearly even the boy knew where he belonged.
“He will be.”
*
They ran in wolf form during the next full moon, enjoying the chase and the hunt together. It was what they were made for. They gorged on rabbits and small prey. Bigger animals kept out of their path.
Blood dripped down Laura's chin as they rutted together, not for the first time that night. Derek shoved into her, his senses wildly sharp and craving more. Laura pushed back, snarling and howling for the same. On full moon nights, they couldn’t stop touching each other, even more than usual. Why would they ever want to stop?
After the familiar rush of release, Derek caught that scent again - waxy, fearful, fascinated, aroused, Stiles. Laura had clearly caught it too, because she took off with an excited howl. Derek followed immediately. Their boy was here. He’d seen the wolves and he hadn’t run away.
“Whoa! Sharp teeth! Please don’t eat me!”
He was talking to Laura who was circling him excitedly, yipping out exactly what she wanted to do to him. Derek growled in agreement. The boy was still there, looking like he wanted to run but he was standing his ground and he still smelled aroused. Derek longed to claim and bite and gorge. But the boy didn’t understand yet and he stunk of too much fear.
So Derek reminded Laura of that in snarls and she nipped at his heels and agreed because she didn’t like the taste of human tears anyway. Stiles stared at them both, his heart beating too fast. Derek nudged at his thighs and knees. The boy needed rest. He needed protecting on a full moon.
“Okay, that’s…you’re not going to…this is…” Stiles stuttered his way through half-finished thoughts and sat down, bewildered. “You’re not saving me for dessert, are you?”
Derek huffed out laughter and some of the worry in Stiles’ expression disappeared. He still looked wary though, watching carefully as Laura rubbed her face against his arm and Derek circled them both. But deep down the boy knew that he was safe there, just like he’d been drawn to watch them in the first place. It was where he was supposed to be.
Laura curled up next to Stiles, her head pillowed on his stomach. Derek wrapped himself around them both and kept one ear open for what other dangers could be out in the woods. He slept well though, two important scents soothing him. It’d been too long since that had happened.
In the morning, Stiles was still there, tense and worried and watching in fascination as Laura and Derek shifted back to their human forms. He reddened when Laura stretched, unabashed and nude. Derek smirked. She was always beautiful under the sun. Stiles hadn’t grasped yet that he had the right to look at her whenever he wanted to.
Stiles cleared his throat and attempted not to stare at either of them. “So…um, Derek and Laura Hale, right? Werewolves?”
Derek nodded and Stiles let out a shaky overwhelmed breath. “That’s so…wow. Okay. Awesome. Werewolves. Hi. So those were your werewolf forms last night? Do you ever become full wolves? Are you the only ones in Beacon Hills? Is that why you came back?”
Laura laughed at Stiles’ overspill of eager words. He was still tinged with fear, but he was mostly enthusiastically interested, almost giddy with it. And he was still swathed in a layer of arousal. Derek’s chest rumbled with greed and he moved deep into Stiles’ personal space, pressing his jaw to Stiles’ shoulder before nosing down to his neck. The smell there was concentrated and blissful. Derek’s teeth grew. Laura was nosing at Stiles’ thigh.
Stiles froze, his heart fluttering like a frightened bird once more. “Are you…smelling me? Please tell me I don’t smell like breakfast.”
Derek licked his neck. The taste was just as good as the smell, and Stiles’ heart gave a delightful skip that had nothing to do with fear. Derek grinned and drew his whole body invitingly closer. Stiles looked like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Laura was practically sprawled out across his lap now, snuffling at his waist happily. Derek stroked her hair.
“Stay for breakfast, you’ll find out what you want to know.”
Laura sat up quickly, smiling and heavy-eyed as though drunk on the heady scent combination of Derek and Stiles. “Pancakes! Pancakes and syrup and bacon!”
Derek flowed to his feet and pulled Laura up into an embrace. He liked to check, to be sure that she was fine after each full moon. All kinds of things could have happened to her. He licked into her mouth and let her suck on his tongue. Stiles looked slightly dazed when they parted.
Laura waggled a hand at him. “Coming?”
Stiles shook his head, as though trying to clear it, and shakily got to his feet, looking more than a little lost and flushed. Derek smiled, pleased. He’d done that. He and Laura. It would only get better too. How could the boy refuse?
“I need to call my Dad. He thinks I’m at Scott’s and Scott thinks I’m…actually, I don’t know where Scott thinks I am.”
Derek shrugged a shoulder fluidly and turned to walk back to the house. “Signal’s good here. We’ll be waiting.”
Laura ran ahead, singing songs into the sun. She was still breathless when Derek reached the porch.
“He’ll come.”
Derek cupped her jaw and kissed her forehead, her cheekbones, her mouth. She tasted of fresh rabbit sinew, evergreens, and blunt liquorice. “He will.”
Nothing was a certainty. But this felt sure and strong wrapped around his spine. Laura pulled on a yellow and white sundress over her favorite jeans. Her bare feet displayed purple-painted toenails. Derek set the table as she mixed the batter and fried the bacon. He brewed coffee and squeezed juice as he heard a now-familiar heartbeat get closer and closer. He called out before there was a knock at the door.
“It’s open.”
Stiles appeared, biting his lip, backpack uncertain over one shoulder. He had one foot out the door but his eyes took in everything. Derek pushed a glass of juice his way and nodded to the table.
“Hope you’re hungry.”
Laura flashed inhuman teeth over her shoulder in greeting and agreement. She hummed under her breath as Stiles fiddled with the silverware and Derek stood over him. He brushed fingers against Stiles’ neck and smiled with the corner of his mouth when Stiles jerkily looked up.
Time for some answers before the rabbit ran.
“We’re the only werewolves left in Beacon Hills. Our family was our pack.”
Stiles’ eyes went even bigger and they sheened with sympathy. Not pity though. Derek remembered the obituary for Jennifer Stilinski that he’d found during his research into Stiles. Stiles was no stranger to soul-crushing loss.
“And you came back because...?”
“Because Peter woke up,” Laura supplied the answer as she cooked the first pancake. “Only he wasn’t Peter after the fire. Then he tried to kill us. So Derek killed him.”
Stiles’ eyebrows shot up. “Wait, your brain-dead Uncle tried to kill you? And you…”
“He was going to kill us,” Derek kept his voice low and steady and filled with Alpha power. “The fire changed him. All he could think about was the hunt. He hunted people in Beacon Hills and then he hunted us.”
“The animal attacks!” Stiles sounded excited. “My Dad - he’s the Sheriff - he’s been looking into this weird pattern of animal attacks in the area. That was Peter?”
“He was trying to build a new pack.” Derek grabbed the syrup and sugar from the sideboard and sat down. “But he tried giving the bite without permission and it didn’t take. And when some refused, he filled up the morgue.”
“Wait, wait,” Stiles waved a hand. “Your coma-patient Uncle went crazy and tried to build his own pack, while wiping out his old one?”
“You understand.” Laura was pleased as she dished out pancakes and sat down on Stiles’ other side.
“The bite is a gift. It shouldn’t be forced,” Derek continued. “That’s not why you’re here.”
Stile started; clearly surprised at a question he was probably thinking about, but hadn’t asked, being answered. “Okay, thanks. That’s…werewolves have made me pancakes for breakfast. Werewolves. I’m having breakfast with werewolves.”
He was beginning to sound a little hysterical. His excited adrenalin rush had finally run out. Derek had been waiting for that to happen. He pressed a warm hand to Stiles’ cheek and coaxed the boy into looking at him.
“We didn’t invite you here to hurt you. I swear.”
Laura took hold of Stiles’ hand and cradled it close. She kissed his fingers fleetingly. “Me too. I swear.”
Stiles’ eyes darted to them both. He seemed to grasp the hidden gravity of their words and nodded slowly, his breaths steadying. Derek and Laura both kept hold of him, reluctant to let go.
“We like you watching us,” Laura told him. “We like that you like being near us. We want you to keep coming back.”
Stiles’ eyes widened and Derek stroked his face fondly, resisting the urge for now to lick his neck again. “You’re free to leave and you’re free to come back. We strongly encourage the last part.”
Stiles’ mouth worked but nothing came out. Derek relished being so close to him, being surrounded by his scent.
Laura smiled. “We haven’t broken him, have we?”
Stiles shook his head quickly. “No, sorta, maybe. This is a lot…it’s…I mean…really?...can I…?”
Derek leaned in and kissed the boy’s forehead. Then Laura darted in and nibbled at Stiles’ lips before tearing into her pancakes. She trusted Derek to find the right words.
“When you want to, you can ask more questions. You might not like the answers though.”
“Right. Okay. Thanks. I’m going to…”
Stiles swallowed a last forkful of pancakes and then scrambled to his feet. His gaze lingered on Derek and Laura, a blush charmingly sweeping his face. Derek licked his lips.
“I won’t tell anyone.”
And with that, he left, quick footsteps matching his heartbeat as he beat a path to his Jeep that was parked near the main road through the woods. Laura pulled Derek’s hand closer and licked the sugar and syrup off his palm.
*
Stiles did come back. Derek was sawing wood in front of the house, stripped to the waist and sweating in the sun. He smiled as he smelled Stiles’ welcome scent nearing. Laura was out at the library, working her weekly shift. It helped her to be out in the community, interacting with people. She was always social and Mrs. Kelly looked kindly on her, remembering her from their childhood trips to hire out books.
“Oh, that’s not fair.” Stiles gestured to Derek. “You’re all…distracting.”
Derek raised an eyebrow. “But you don’t want me to put a shirt on.”
“Well…no. No. Just don’t expect a lot of coherence.”
“I don't.”
“Hey!”
Derek finished sawing the wood and stacked it with the other pieces. He was brushing wood shavings off his hands when he saw Stiles step closer, hesitating but determined. The boy was brave. He’d need to be.
“I’m still welcome, right? I mean, you haven’t changed your minds or decided to leave or…”
“You’re welcome here,” Derek cut in. “That won’t change.”
Stiles glowed with pleasure and nodded shortly. “Cool. Okay. So werewolves, the licking and the smelling, is that a normal thing for you guys? I mean, do you go to the grocery store and lick the guy’s hand when he gives you your change?”
Derek rolled his eyes and led the way into the house. “It’s a pack thing. We mark who we belong to.”
“And because…because you like the way I smell?”
Derek turned abruptly so that Stiles bumped into him. Derek held him close and brushed his nose against Stiles’ cheek. His lips danced a trail across Stiles’ face. The feel was intoxicating. Derek’s claws lengthened a little, catching on Stiles’ clothes.
“Because we like you.”
He turned again, his eyes flashing red, and opened the door. Stiles hurried to catch up, his breathing labored and yearning. “You really mean that, you…you both like me.”
“Exactly.”
Stiles dropped down into a nearby seat and watched as Derek pulled a cold beer out of the fridge. Stiles seemed unable to look away. Derek leaned against the wall and drank. He had a great view of Stiles. And he’d pushed and scent-marked the boy. It was Stiles’ decision now, as much as the Alpha hated to admit that it was out of his control.
Stiles swallowed. “This is…ah…”
He licked his lips and Derek’s own arousal kicked up a few notches. He gripped the neck of his bottle and tried not to break it. Stiles tried again.
“Unbelievable is a huge understatement. Sort of way out of my wildest dreams. I’m…I’m kind of new to all this.”
Derek nodded. Of course. He could smell that. It was just a sliver of Stiles’ appeal. Derek and Laura would have to claim him soon though, before somebody else tried to. He was theirs. In the meantime, Derek would keep him for as long as he could.
“I need a spare pair of hands for the house’s trim.”
Stile stared at him for a moment, apparently looking for something, and then a tiny smile grew across his face. He waggled his fingers. “Mine are free.”
They worked on the house until it was close to the end of Laura’s shift and Stiles needed to get home to make dinner for his father. Derek felt dazed from the close and constant contact with Stiles, his smell and his eagerness and desire and the sweetness of his shyness. Laura had been right - they were going to eat him up.
Stiles paused as he grabbed his backpack again. Then he seemed to make up his mind, reaching a hand towards Derek, and clumsily pressing a goodbye kiss to his lips. Derek let out a pleased noise and pulled Stiles closer, deepening the kiss and exploring Stiles’ mouth until Stiles pulled away, starry-eyed.
“Laura will hate that she missed that,” Derek told him.
Stiles flushed. “I could…uh…make it up to her?”
“She won’t hate that.”
Stiles stumbled on his way towards the pathway out. Derek’s laughter hailed his exit. The boy was getting closer. They’d have to be patient a little while longer. Patient wolves, that was unique. Stiles was worth it. Derek nodded to himself.
Laura jumped on him the moment that she smelled Stiles, her claws sinking past his flesh in her anger.
“You cheated!” she snarled.
Derek let her claw out her fury. “He initiated.”
Laura’s expression lit up at the news of such progress and she shoved Derek down onto the kitchen floor in wild celebration, tearing at his clothes. She rode him with happily bared teeth.
“I wish…”
Derek touched the space between her breasts. “He’ll be here again soon.”
Part 2