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Stiles honestly didn't know whether to kiss or kill Jackson right now when faced with the glowering hotness of the adonis that was Derek Hale, Alpha and second in command at Hale's Angels.   

When his Alpha and long time best friend had hinted of a potential job opportunity going at Hale's Angels, the revolutionary organisation which not only stood up for Omega rights, but actively rescued and provided Omega's with opportunities for a better future outside of the existing oppressive system, well Stiles had all but bit his arm off for more details. He had then succeeded in getting himself an interview with Laura Hale herself.  

Jackson had been working there as part of their legal team for the past couple of years, working closely with the Hale's in finding loopholes in the law that enabled them to get away with the, somewhat sketchy, vigilante type of work they did, in rescuing and protecting Omega's wherever they could. Saving many from a lifetime of (amongst other things), slavery, degradation, sexual submission and abuse.   

The company's primary objective was as a private security firm, but it was also a not so well kept secret that their true mission was fighting for justice and equality for all Omega's. Laura was now CEO of the company, which had been set back a few years ago on their mission when the Hale parent's, Talia and David, had been brutally murdered. Their murderers had unfortunately never been caught, but it was clear to all that their deaths had been a strategic ploy to stop their company for progressing further with their success of gaining support for their proposed 'Equal Rights For All Bill'.

Job's for Omega's were rare, generally only existing in the form of cleaners, cooks, childminders etc, all vital jobs, but even in these roles Omega's rarely saw the fruits of their labour, the proceeds automatically going to their appointed Alpha.   

Stiles had been lucky for an Omega; when he left school, his Beta father, who was Sheriff of Beacon Hills, employed Stiles as a receptionist, with the silent understanding that Stiles would subtly be able to review case files and help him with some of the investigative research work (a role that Omega's were prohibited from). This had been more than any Omega could generally dream of, so Stiles had leapt at the opportunity, much to the disgust of some of the disgruntled Deputies who suspected the true nature of his job and treated him like something found on the bottom of their shoe.

Stiles hadn't minded, such was the lot of an Omega unfortunately, after all, he knew he had it better than most so why complain.  

But a year ago Stiles had been attacked and abducted, after being conveniently sent on a coffee run by a very insistent Deputy Reynolds, who had claimed that he must have his very specific coffee order within the next 15 minutes. If Stiles had been a Beta he could have refused to go, this was hardly the best use of tax payers money, he had duties to do, he wasn't some Alpha's lackey. Unfortunately though Stiles couldn't refuse, especially when compelled by an Alpha. So Stiles had begrudgingly gone, filled with animosity as well as a fierce determination to spit a loogey into Reynolds' drink as a pitiful revenge.   

Unfortunately he never got that opportunity, it had obviously been a set up. Stiles had realised that early on, the consequences of which resulted in the worst five months of Stiles' life. Beaten, starved and downtrodden, he found himself as property for the first time in his life; a commodity to be abused, trained and groomed, with the intent of being sold as part of an illegal Omega trafficking ring.  

Stiles tried to memorise details in the early days of his capture, determined that when he was rescued he would find a way to help all the others. Details were limited though, they were clever, he was even kept blindfolded and gagged whenever the founder was around so as to be unable to identify or talk to him. Stiles had fought for as long as he could, he had been degraded and forced to submission by a team of Alpha Enforcers, who took joy in breaking Omega's, even more so when they had spunk like Stiles. Stiles lasted longer than many of the others, but towards the end of month four Stiles had become but a shell of his former self.

Stiles had eventually been put up for auction when he had finally been deemed passable by the Founder. He had given up by that point, all his previous snark and sass completely eroded, he was broken, nobody was coming to rescue him. So on the day of his auction he followed orders blindly, trembling timidly with both fear and cold whilst blindfolded, gagged and displayed on the stage for inspection by potential Alpha buyers.  

He had paid no attention to the many times he was fondled, as Alpha after Alpha inspected him, knowing that whoever purchased him would do far worse in the long run, he was nothing now, just an object. When the auctioneers gavel dropped announcing his successful sale it had felt like a death sentence, tears had fallen unbidden from his eyes, absorbed directly into thr blindfold. Stiles had wished in that moment for death, a death sentence would have been far sweeter than whatever no doubt laid ahead.

He had been led from the stage shortly after. Still blindfolded, completely naked and gagged. A collar and leash attached to his throat, which was then tugged sharply. He was forced to crawl on his hands and knees to a vehicle outside, before having his lead handed off to his new Alpha, who with surprisingly gently hands, encouraged him inside the car, covering his bare body with a blanket.  

He had realised that he had yet to hear his new Alpha's voice, their scent though had been surprisingly soothing and somewhat familiar. Wishful thinking he had thought.

In moments the Alpha had entered the vehicle on the other side of Stiles and taken his hands into theirs, stroking Stiles' hands soothingly where they shook.   

Stiles had felt the engine roar to life, indicating another presence in the car that he had not yet picked up on, realising it was no doubt a Beta, given their lack of scent. 

They had been driving a couple of minutes before a voice finally spoke from the front of the car, breaking the surprisingly tense silence.

"I think we're clear enough now, it should be safe." Stiles' head had jerked up at the sound of that voice, his heart rate increasing rapidly at its familiarity. 

Hands fumbled at the buckles holding his gag and collar in place, releasing them swiftly, before quickly pulling off the blindfold.

Stiles blinked rapidly, the light blinding him after such a prolonged period of darkness. A silhouette hovered in front of his vision, familiar features slowly taking form as his eyes adjusted. Stiles inhaled sharply, gasping in surprise in recognition, his head quickly snapping to the front of the vehicle and taking in the driver, whose solemn eyes were watching him in the rearview mirror as he continued to drive.

"Hey bud" Stiles' father had said, his voice gentle "I'm so sorry we took so long kid, believe me when I tell you we would have gotten you out sooner if we could. I promise we never stopped trying, they somehow managed to be two steps ahead of us every time, if it wasn't for Jackson…, well he was the brains behind the latest plan, he's also the reason Deputy Reynolds got put under investigation and suspended."

Stiles' eyes had flickered up to the Alpha seated beside him at this point, his best friend, who somehow was managing to look a mixture of pissed off, heartbroken and guilty all at once. In contrast to his usual cocksure demeanour he continued to hold Stiles' hands in a tender manner, clutching them almost desperately as he huffed dismissively at Noah's comment.  

His eyes locked onto Stiles' own, then flittered away almost guiltily. He closed his eyes bracing himself before he spoke, "I know you never wanted an Alpha Stiles, I know how you feel about these things, fuck you know I feel the same god damn way! But those motherfuckers were better than us, they were sneaky intelligent fucking bastards who managed to avoid us every single time we got close. We knew it had to be a trafficking scam, fuck that's all I ever seem to work on at Hale's, but this time it was fucking personal, I couldn't let them…." Jackson's lower lip wobbles and he bites down hard on it. Stiles squeezes his hand in support, unable just yet to show affection how he used to, after months of being trained to only do what he was told.

Jackson takes a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose before he continues, "the only way it seemed that we had a chance of getting to you was to pose as one of the buyers, one of those scum Alpha's. We knew it was a lengthy process to get them to trust a new unknown Alpha, but it was the only plan we had that may work, we just had to hope you's hold out until we got to you. So Danny laid some groundwork ya know, to make it look like I was just their type of Alpha." He scowls in disgust at this, before continuing. "I've been posing as an Alpha by the name of Jasper Conway since the first month you disappeared, learning their tricks, trying to find any mention of you, also gaining evidence against them for the future. 

Danny set me up all the necessary documentation to make it look legit. See told you it's always good to have a hacker friend at work" Stiles snorts at that the hint of a smile appearing at a twitch of his lips. "He promised he would keep it all on the down low, if the Hale's got involved I didn't want to risk losing control, of maybe losing you, so we had to keep what I was doing quiet. Eventually I got invited to the underground auctions, never got to meet the Founder, but I had proved myself enough to his underlings. So then it was just a matter of biding my time and hoping against hope that you came through the auctions at some point, your dad's been with me every step of the way."

Stiles bites his lip, frowning as he tilts his head at Jackson, considering his words, "so you bought me, you own me now", it's a statement, not a question and Jackson flinches as if he had been struck. He smooths his hands up through his hair, tugging at it in frustration, whilst nodding in disgust at himself.  

"Stiles….I'm sorry. We couldn't think of any other way, I swear to you nothing will change with us, I'll set you free as soon as I can draw the paperwork up I promise, I...."

Before Jackson can ramble nervously on however, Stiles interrupts quickly "don't". At the startled look from Jackson and the surprised gasp from his father he continues, "I'm safer with an Alpha and I know I'm safe with you. I trust you Jackson, your my best friend so, I know it goes against everything I believe in but I think, at least for now, I'd prefer to have you as my Alpha, if that's ok with you?" he lowers his eyes nervously, feeling more vulnerable all of a sudden than he had when he was completely naked in a room full of Alpha's.  

Jackson had been unsurprisingly taken aback, this was not the fearsome best friend he knew. But understandably things had changed and if being his Alpha, at least in title only, would give Stiles some kind of peace, then Jackson was on board with that. However being Jackson he hadn't really known quite how to express himself at such an unprecedented request, so had looked from Stiles to Noah for guidance.  

Noah had been watching them both with a heartbreaking solemn intensity throughout their exchange. Being a Beta himself he knew he was limited in what he could do for Stiles, he knew there would be no security or safety for Stiles with any Beta, Stiles' abduction from right under his nose had proven that to him unfortunately. He catches Jackson's look, scared and clearly seeking his advice, so he had nodded, he had always suspected it would come to this, he had hoped, of course, for his son, that he would be enough of a protector, but he had failed, that's not the way the world works. Stiles would be untouchable with an Alpha and he trusted Jackson with his son's life, this was for the best.

Jackson had swallowed at the nod of acceptance from Noah and turned to Stiles, he had grasped his hands tightly between his own and brought them up to his heart, letting Stiles feel the steady beat, "anything you need". Stiles had felt his cheeks warm blushing, not used to such sincerity from his, often times, harshly cutting best friend. "Thank you Jackson, thank you for everything".

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Stiles had moved in with Jackson immediately after that, needing the feeling of Alpha and safety to feel at ease in any sort of way. He didn't return to the station, he knew well enough now that he wasn't safe there, it didn't matter that his father was Sheriff, he hadn't been protected there. Even if he had stuck simply to the Omega sanctioned receptionist role, not looking into cases or assisting his dad where he could, he suspects that eventually, being an Omega without an Alpha, something would have eventually happened to him to force their hand into this type of situation. He was just grateful he had an Alpha like Jackson.

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Months pass with Jackson and Stiles eventually getting into a routine of sorts, with Stiles taking care of the house, cooking and cleaning, unwilling to step outside without Jackson or his father around. Stiles knows he is ironically now fulfilling every Alpha expectation of an Omega, he's playing into their perceptions and ideals, much to Jackson's frustration, his best friend has been clear that he doesn't want Stiles to give up on his dreams of more and just accept his lot in life. For now though Stiles is content biding his time, he just doesn't know what else to do.  

So when Jackson mentions that Laura Hale, CEO of Hale's Angels is looking for an Omega to employ as an Executive Assistant, Stiles finds the first stirrings of interest. The role would not only be secretarial/receptionist in nature, but also encompass counselling support and research skills. It sounded like a job designed specifically for him, so for the first time since before his abduction Stiles begins to hope.   

When he interviews with Laura, that hope not only flourishes but develops into a determined aspiration to prove himself, he knows he can do this. The job was everything he could have hoped for, plus he would be helping Omega's alongside people who genuinely wanted to change the world for the better.  

Laura had been a ray of sunshine and Stiles had bonded with her over a love of Marvel films and DC television series'. He had been offered the job before he left and had accepted it there and then. No further thought had been needed, it seemed a perfect fit, he would love working for Laura, what could possibly go wrong.

…..........

That brings him to now, with a brooding, glowering, hot as holy hell, dark haired, super scowly, eyebrow waggling Alpha staring down at him in annoyance, whilst hissing seething words of anger at his sister, all while Stiles sits on the plush sofa in the main reception area of the Executive Suite, trying to sink into the cushions and pretend he is not listening to the conversation concerning him. It would appear that Jackson had failed to mention that Laura, whilst being the interviewer, would not be the Executive that the Executive Assistant would work for. He wonders if this had been an intentional oversight given Growly McBrows over there. Thus Stiles was now in the position of wanting to murder his best friend, whilst also thank him profusely for letting him get the opportunity to meet Mr Muscles over there….fuck he was hot when he was angry!  Thank god Stiles' scent blockers were strong, he could feel the stirrings of lust already, God that would have been mortifying if they could all have scented it too!

"I told you I had it handled, what the fuck Laura! Why can't you just let me do things my own fucking way" McGrowly grits out.

Laura in comparison looks completely unphased, bored almost, as she dismisses his comments whilst tapping away on her phone. "Derek for once in your life take the help when it's offered. Stiles here is the local Sheriff's son, he has experience with the law, he has been a receptionist before, he's researched cases before and also comforted distressed Omega's before, he's the whole package and exactly what you need with the clientele we get through here. Come on Der, you can't always rely on Lydia to be here to help out, she's my Assistant Derek, she has her own duties, you can't expect her to do two jobs."

Derek scowls he knows she's right, Derek's knows he's not so good at being a people person. He wants to help and protect Omega's more than anything, but conversationally he is a fuck up, he usually ends up scaring the traumatised clients no matter how hard he tries to be comforting. Apparently, according to Cora anyway, it's his resting bitch face and angry brows that cast an air of intimidation despite his softly spoken words.  

He looks back over at the man sat on the sofa amd sighs, "fine" he says begrudgingly, "but not him", he waves dismissively in Stiles' direction.

Stiles tries his best not to feel offended but he can't help it, that stings, how the hell had he fucked up simply by just sitting here quietly? He sighs, oh well there goes that dream, it had been nice while it lasted. He thanks fuck again that he wore these scent blockers this morning, else he would be stinking up the room right now with his sour scent.  

He brushes his hands down his trouser legs and rises, he knows when he's beat, for whatever reason this Alpha can't stand the sight of him, it's best he gets out of here as quickly as possible with as much dignity as he can muster. He goes to walk out the door but is stopped by a hand on his shoulder.  

He turns and sees the younger Hale, Cora, who had greeted him on his arrival and who, if he is honest, he had forgotten was even in the room with them at all. Being a Beta she is pretty unobtrusive, she seemed to have faded into the background in comparison to the fireworks going off between the two headstrong Alpha's.

She shakes her head at Stiles indicating for him not to leave. Stiles frowns but obeys, he's got nowhere else to be after all, so he stands next to Cora, continuing to watch the argument unfolding, tuning back into Laura who is currently jabbing her brother in the chest.

"don't know what your problem is, you haven't even had the decency to say hello to him! Mum an Dad would have hauled your ass over the coals for such deplorable manners, it's a good job they're not around to see it!" Cora flinches on Derek's behalf and Derek's scent sours as his eyes flare in both hurt and anger.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I seem to forget my manners when I'm being mollycoddled by my overbearing sister who insists she knows what's fucking best for me. How dare you fucking bring mum an dad into this, you know damn well everything I've done is done with them in mind, with their intentions, carrying on their legacy in their honour. Fuck Laura, I know I'm not the most personable or emotive person in the world but I get the job done that's what matters. We can't all sit behind a desk all day minding our p's and q's, oh and in case you've forgotten I'm also not you!"

Laura sighs, rubbing at her head, she glances over taking in Stiles and Cora stood uncomfortably by the door and winces, mouthing a silent apology to them.

She turns back and takes in her brother's disgruntled form and realises she definitely pushed too hard and went way too far. The curse of the older overprotective sibling had struck again, she may have had the best of intentions to help her stressed out and overworked brother, but she knows she shouldn't have sprung it on him. Derek didn't do well with surprises, she should have known better, she did in fact know better, she had just counted on his awkwardness around new people to be polite and just go along with it. Yep she thought she was going to hell.

"Shit, Fuuuuuuuck I'm so sorry Der" she offers, reaching out for his shoulder and squeezing it tenderly. Derek looks startled, surprised at Laura's apology, his older sister very rarely admits she was in the wrong, this, well this was almost shocking. His eyes widen as he watches her, uncertain what to say or where they go from here. 

"Look Der I know I went about this all wrong, I should have consulted you, involved you, but Stiles is a good fit, he is perfect for the job, trust me on this, at least give him a try, it's my fuck up not his" she pleads.

Derek's eyes skitter over to Stiles taking him in, he's very innocent looking, he has a warmth to him that he knows many vulnerable Omega's would no doubt feel at ease with and his research skills would be invaluable, there's just the one snag.

Derek looks Stiles in the eye's then returns his gaze to his sister. "Ok I agree I need to have someone but I'm sorry it still can't be him, it's nothing personal, it's just not a right fit"

Stiles can't help it, he snorts, nothing personal his ass. He realises the ship has sailed on leaving here with dignity so he may as well say his piece, he's got nothing to lose now after all.

He realises all eyes had honed in on himself at his dismissive snort and Stiles can't help it, he laughs. "Sure big guy, nothing personal, it's just you take one look at me and decide I'm a no go without even speaking to me, nothing personal about that suuuuuure" he drawls sarcastically.

Derek looks somewhat uncomfortable, "it's not personal I promise, you're just not what I need, I really am sorry".

Stiles chortles, "still sounding pretty personal there big guy, so for the sake of curiosity why don't you explain to me how it's not personal?"

Derek sighs but surprisingly answers "the clientele who come here, who I specifically help, are some of the most vulnerable Omega's. Some have been tortured, some sexually abused, many have never seen the outside of a single room for the entirety of their lives and that's just the tip of the iceberg. They have an understandable mistrust of Alpha's as well as Beta's. I need someone who can act as a mediator, a confidant, a counsellor, or whatever it is these individuals personally need. You've obviously gathered I'm not the best at communicating" he says of himself disparagingly, whilst waving his hands over himself in a jerky fashion, as if to emphasise the point. 

"I need someone who I can trust to do that aspect for me, those parts are just as important, just as critical. I am good at what I do, at finding them, at rescuing them, protecting them and even finding new lives for them, but I lack the means of helping them emotionally, of helping them feel safe. Lydia helps out where she can and other Omega's who have come through our service before often volunteer as additional support but I need someone permanent. Omega's tend to trust other Omega's; it's plain and simple. This is a role where the individual will act as their main point of contact and an emotional crutch. It's crucial that the dynamic is nurturing, trusting and protective, that's why I need an Omega Exec Assistant".  

Stiles is surprised at the amount of words Derek has spouted in one go, not least because of the obvious care and emotion he puts behind them. He is clearly passionate about his work, it's no wonder Jackson fits in so well here, that's something they definitely have in common. But Stiles is now even more baffled.

"Okaaaaaay, that all sounds good, very commendable, but where's the explanation on why you don't want me?"

Derek rolls his eyes and raises his eyebrows at Stiles, clearly thinking it's obvious and that he has said enough. When Stiles just stares right back at him he sighs. "I need an Omega" Derek says bluntly.

Stiles frowns "duh! Yeah I know dude, still not getting the problem?"

Derek scowls at him clearly frustrated "and you're a Beta, it's not personal to you, I just need an Omega for this role" he clarifies.

Stiles' eyes widen, comprehension suddenly dawning on him. A snort of laughter from Cora and a despairingly muttered "we're all fucking idiots" from Laura makes him realise they've all just come to the same realisation and joined him on the same page.

He can't help but huff a laugh as Derek looks around bemusedly at all three of them. Stiles realises the poor man seriously needs to be put out of his misery and have the situation explained to him.  

He reaches into his backpack and takes out a bottle of water, he pulls a scarf from his bag and douses it in the water whilst Derek watches on even more bemused. Derek's sisters smirk at Stiles in understanding, a look of apology on Laura's face for yet another blunder, which Stiles just laughs off. This could all have been avoided so easily.

Stiles proceeds to rub the soaking wet scarf along his scent glands, ridding himself of the artificial Beta scent from his suppressant sprays. As his true scent emerges, the dawning awareness that crosses Derek's face is actually funny to behold. Once finished Stiles rests his scarf on his backpack to dry and steps forward, he stands directly in front of Derek and offers out his hand.

"It appears we haven't been formally introduced" he says with a smirk "Stiles Stilinski, Omega son of Sheriff Stilinkski and future Executive Assistant to Derek Hale at Hale's Angels" he states confidently.

Derek's face cracks, he snorts, amused at the presumptive Omega before him, his eyes now twinkling as he politely withholds his laughter at the ludicrousness of the situation, as it finally all makes sense to him.  

He reaches out, his warm soft palm grasping Stiles' hand firmly "pleasure to meet you Stiles, you'll like it here, I think you'll fit right in."

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Stiles could kiss Jackson, he honestly can't believe how much his life has turned around since his best friend encouraged him to apply for the job at Hale's Angel's, he actually has a reason to get out of bed again, a job that is beyond what he could have dreamed of! Helping Omega's in dire situations and working with people who are fighting for laws to change to protect and give rights to all Omega's, it's beyond any and all his expectations.

Stiles had been working at the company for a few months now and had gotten quite close with Lydia, Laura's Executive Assistant, an Omega of whom it would appear Jackson was quite smitten. Stiles can't say he was surprised, Lydia, like Stiles himself, liked to push against Omega boundaries and expectations, she was intelligent, sassy, quick witted and authoritative, needless to say Jackson, who battles hard for Omega rights and empowerment, was utterly besotted and utterly whipped.

Lydia was well aware of the impact she had on the Alpha and thrived on his interest, they had gone on a handful of dates already and Stiles couldn't have been more happy for his best friend.

Lydia and Stiles had taken to taking their lunch breaks together, catching each other up on the investigations they were both helping to research and sharing stories from their pasts. Jackson, not to be sidelined, attempted to join them both for lunch whenever possible, but quite often got tied up in court, limiting his opportunities.

Today happened to be one of the occasional days that Jackson was able to join them. So all three were heading out of Hale's Angel's main reception when a harried looking Cora hustled through the main reception doors.

Catching sight of Stiles she made her way to him directly, clutching out and grabbing for his arm and whilst slightly out of puff saying "Stiles, please please tell me my brother has defied all odds and is free right now?". Stiles wrinkled his brow in confusion, Cora knew the calendar appointments for all the Hale siblings better than either himself or Lydia, she should know he was in a key negotiation right now with Argent Inc.

"Sorry Cor he's meeting with Chris and Allison to discuss the new weapons deal for the ops team, he's probably going to be another hour or two at least" he says somewhat sympathetically.

"Fuck!" Cora snarls, letting Stiles go and running her now free hand through her hair. This reaction is met by a timid sounding whine and Stiles' eyes go wide at the same time that Cora winces and turns around, letting Stiles catch sight of a small cherubic little boy with golden curls and big blue eyes, who currently had a wobbling bottom lip and looked about two seconds away from crying. The boy was clutching tightly to Cora's coat but was so cowered he had been hidden behind her legs entirely out of sight.

Stiles catches Cora's whispered "Shit" as she whirls round and crouches down by the little boy. "Hey, hey Issy it's ok, it's ok, I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you baby, you know Auntie Cora has a potty mouth sometimes doesn't she, bad Auntie Cora" Cora says, wagging a finger in her own face and chastising herself, poking herself in the nose, clearly in a bid to make the little boy smile. It clearly has the desired effect as the little boy reaches out with his hand and boops her on the nose too, giving her a wobbly half smile. She grins in response then looks up at Stiles, Jackson and Lydia who have been watching the exchange.

"Sorry guys I didn't mean to bombard you either" she says as she rises to her feet, whilst holding out her hand so that the little lad, or Issy as Stiles now knows, could clutch onto her, as he once again hides behind her legs.

"No worries" Stiles automatically responds, "we were just heading to grab some lunch, is everything alright though?"

Cora sighs, "I'm meant to be taking part in a recon mission in 20 minutes. I got a call from Isaac's school though being one of his emergency contacts, to say he had had a fall so I needed to go get him obviously, but I hoped Derek would have been free so he could take him, I've been waiting to go on my first solo mission for year's, it's sods law, I'll have to see if Erica can do the mission like usual".

Stiles knows how much Cora has been looking forward to being trusted enough to do solo work, he also knows how much Jackson and Lydia would enjoy an extra bit of quality time together without Stiles third wheeling at lunch, so with that in mind he hears himself saying "I can look after him if you like? I'm sure I can still do my work and keep this lil one entertained until Derek or Laura are free" he offers.

Cora's eyes light up, before she quickly sags "that's so sweet of you Stiles and as much as I would really appreciate taking you up on the offer, I don't want to leave Issac with someone he hasn't met before, he's uh" and she glances down to see him sucking his thumb and looking at the floor, whilst still tightly clutching at her hand. She looks at Stiles with worried eyes that are also softened from looking at the little boy, "he doesn't trust all too well, he is uh one of the youngest Omega's the company has helped" she whispers, her eyes and words working to convey the situation as much as she can whilst little ears were listening and not wanting to cause him distress

Stiles grasps the situation instantly, taking a second glance at the young Omega and seeing the haunted look in his eyes, a look that he has seen on many Omegas during the last few months working here but never before on someone so young. He swallows, saddened at the type of people who would treat an innocent child in such a way. His eyes soften looking at the little nervous boy and he looks back at Cora with determination.

"You've got 20 minutes until you need to head out right?" He asks, to which Cora nods. "Well how about we go up to the office and I get to know Issac during that time and if he's ok with me by the end of it then you can leave him with me and go on your mission".

It's a reasonable suggestion but Cora looks uncertain. "Come on it's worth a try at least, if he doesn't like me, well Erica can still do the recon, but it's worth a shot right and maybe it would be good for Isaac to spend some time with another Omega assuming he doesn't already that is?" Cora shakes her head confirming his assumption "no he doesn't, it's just me, Derek and Laura and he's the only Omega at his school" she mumbles as she bites on her lower lip, clearly considering the idea as she looks down at Isaac fondly. "I suppose we could give it a shot" she concedes with a nod of appreciation to Stiles.

Stiles beams at her and looks to Jackson and Lydia "go on you both, looks like you've earned a Stiles free smooch sesh" he says with a wink. Jackson snorts a laugh and Lydia rolls her eyes, before both say their goodbyes and head on out.

Isaac watches them go and then squints up at Stiles from behind Cora's back, a frown on his delicate little face. Stiles smiles down at him and waves his hand before crouching down and whispering conspiratorially "how about we go raid Derek's office for some paper and pens so we can do some colouring and drawing. I think he's also got a secret stash of chocolate milkshake up there somewhere I am sure you and me could also make use of that, what do you say Isaac?"

Isaac frowns, before looking up at Cora to check her thoughts on the matter "sounds good to me Issy, maybe we can see who can make the best milk moustache out of you and Stiles, you up for it bud?"

A glimmer of interest flickers through Isaac's gaze at this suggestion, his lips ticking up slightly in the closest imitation of a smile thatbStiles has seen on the timid little lad so far. He nods his head as he tugs on Cora's hand as if to encourage her to move and both adults chuckle good naturedly.

Stiles gets to his feet and turns heading towards the elevator, reaching out to press the call button, but stopping before he makes contact with it at hearing a little whimper from the boy. A quick glance behind lets him see a sight he wishes he could erase immediately. Isaac stares at the elevator in pure terror, eyes wide and tears starting to pool in his eyes, as his little lips wobble. Stiles doesn't need to look at Cora to know that Isaac obviously has some past trauma related to if not elevators then confined spaces, so automatically pivots in an exaggerated and overdramatic little pirouette that captures Isaac's attention away from the elevator.

"Do you know how to play the counting frog game Isaac?" Isaac frowns at Stiles and shakes his head, Cora meanwhile just looks a mixture of relieved and bemused by Stiles' segway.

"Well I don't know about you but I always found walking up stairs boring, so my dad invented a game where we had to count the stairs we go up to each platform or landing and on the last one we shout out Ribbit and jump onto the platform ahead. Do you wanna play with me?"

Isaac is frowning, Stiles unsure whether that's because he doesn't want to, or because he doesn't understand, decides to just go for it and demonstrate. Thankfully the reception area is empty so at least he is not embarrassing himself in front of anyone other than Cora, Isaac and the receptionist.

With further dramatic exaggerated flair Stiles steps onto the first step with his left leg bowed outwards, then brings his right leg up in a similar manner and shouts out "one", he does the same moving up through steps two to seven and then on the seventh step, which is before the platform, he bends down so his legs are bent out even wider, presses his hands down onto the platform floor in front of him. Then with his elbows also pointed out, he pushes downwards, shouts out "ribbit" at the same time as he bounces his legs up in the impression of a frog onto the platform, proceeding to then bounce his way across the platform until he reaches the next section of steps where he turns, grinning down at a silently laughing Cora and a stunned Isaac, who is staring at him open mouthed.

"Well?" Stiles asks looking expectantly down at the others. Cora looks down at Isaac "you up for it bud?" She asks with a grin. Isaac tilts his head to the side and squints at Stiles before looking at Cora and nodding but then pointing his finger at her, before pointing it at the stairs. Cora sighs "you drive a hard bargain Issy, but yes I will do it too" she says mournfully which earns her another one of his half smiles.

It's with great ruckus that three human shaped frogs launch themselves up the four remaining flights of stairs, the commotion caused mainly by Stiles, given that Isaac remains silent and Cora tries to be somewhat quieter hoping nobody will notice that one of the owners is partaking in such a ludicrous game, but willing to risk her reputation anyway given that she would do anything for the little boy.

When they get to Stiles' office he walks straight to the printer and grabs a stack of plain paper, also collecting a bunch of highlighters and pencils that he has in his drawers. Items gathered he shows Isaac over to the little coffee table in Derek's office so that he can get started on some drawing or colouring. Isaac however looks at the paper and wrinkles his nose biting his lip causing Stiles to frown in confusion.

He crouches down near to the boy who immediately backs up slightly from him. Stiles takes his nervousness in his stride and creates a bit more space between them to put him at ease, before asking Isaac what they should draw. Isaac shrugs and seems to look around Derek's office for inspiration, before pointing at a cactus on a nearby shelf.

"Oooh a cactus huh good thinking lil dude" Stiles says and proceeds to draw a quick sketch. Isaac attempts to draw one for himself but clearly disatisfied with his own attempt, wrinkles up his paper and puts it on the floor beside him theb continues just watching Stiles draw.

"Not much of a drawer huh, I bet you are an amazing colourer though huh, how about we work as a team, I draw pictures and you colour them in?" Isaac nods, not making eye contact of any sort, so engrossed is he in watching the picture Stiles is creating. With the cactus drawn, Stiles had decided to expand the picture to include a cowboy on horseback walking through the Desert. The picture is cartoonyfied with the cactus having googly eyes and a big wide grin.

When Stiles presents the finished picture to Isaac, Stiles earns himself his very own half smile from the boy and feels his heart melt completely. Isaac gently places the picture in front of himself and picks out his first pencils as he starts to colour in the horse.

Stiles smiles fondly down at the little blond curly head of hair bouncing ever so subtly as he scribbles away then looks up to see Cora watching them both from the doorway. He can't say he had even noticed that Cora had backed off to give them some space, it makes sense if she is testing to see if Isaac is comfortable enough with Stiles to let him look after him. But the wide eyed teary look on her face isn't a reaction Stiles had expected to see.

He clears his throat which causes her to blink and wipe at her eyes, backing out of sight. Stiles looks at Isaac and then back at the door. "Hey bud do you still want that milkshake?" Isaac looks up eagerly and nods his head quickly, clearly not wanting the offer to be recinded. Stiles laughs "no worries little dude, I'm just going to go into my office through there and make it for you ok. You can see me through this window right next to you ok, will that be ok?" Isaac frowns looking down at the picture and then through the window into the adjoining room. He clearly takes his time considering the matter before looking up at Stiles and nodding. Stiles beams at him, "awesome, one chocolate milkshake coming up" he states moving to stand up. He's stopped however by a little hand on his sleeve, he looks down and Isaac is looking up at him shaking his head.

"No? You don't want one now?" Stiles asks, once again confused. Isaac shakes his head further confusing Stiles all the more. The bemused expression on Stiles' face must be clearly evident as Isaac sighs before tugging Stiles' sleeve again and whispering "two".

Stiles frowns "two? You want two milkshakes?" Stiles swears Isaac actually rolls his eyes at that, clearly that was not what he meant at all. Isaac points a finger at himself and another at Stiles before saying "two" again whilst giving some very pleading puppy dog eyes.

Clarity dawns on Stiles then "ohhhh you mean one for me and one for you huh, we gotta do that milk moustache competition haven't we!" Isaac nods his head somewhat eagerly and Stiles chuckles. "Ok little man I am on it, you carry on with your colouring and I will be back in a jif".

With that Stiles exits the room and finds Cora sat at his desk, a look of thoughtful contemplation on her face. She looks up questioningly when Stiles walks in but he just smiles reassuringly and heads to the fridge for the milk. Putting together the milkshakes with ease, he gestures to Cora subtly asking if she wants one but she shakes her head as she looks back through the window to Isaac colouring away.

"You alright Cor?" Stiles asks, dropping into a seat across from her as he mixes the second drink.

She nods and sends a wobbly smile his way, unshed tears hovering in her eyes. "Yeah I, I guess I was just taken unawares is all, not used to seeing Isaac accept having someone else around him. It shouldn't be such a big deal but it is, he's been through so much for someone so young, he doesn't trust anyone other than myself, Laura and Derek, it's just surprising to not only see him accept being alone with someone new but to actually interact with them too" she bites on her lip and looks back in at Isaac.

Stiles want's to ask about Isaac's situation but daren't with the boy in such close proximity, plus he acknowledges to himself that it's not really any of his business, but the last thing he wants to do is mess any progress up the boy is having coming out of whatever ordeal he has endured.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to overstep or anything" Stiles whispers apologetically, concerned and feeling bad that maybe he had forced Cora into letting Isaac spend time with him when he isn't really ready for that.

Cora jerks her head in Stiles' direction and reaches out for his hand "no, no Stiles you misunderstand me, this is amazing, Isaac doesn't even engage with his teacher at school, he has been unwilling to meet, let alone spend time with any and all childminders we have attempted to engage with. This is progress, this is something we were worried would never happen without years and years of therapy, fuck Stiles you had him playing a game with you and smiling, it took the three of us months to get to that stage and nobody else has succeeded at all. Lydia tried a number of times in the hope he would feel safer or more at ease with another Omega, but he has never once engaged with her, despite repeat contact. This is huge and I cannot thank you enough, it's a ray of hope you know" she says on what sounds like heartfelt praise.

Stiles nods, he's astounded that Isaac has reacted to him differently than he has to others, he only hopes to prove worthy of that and to not let him or the Hale's down.

"Thank you for offering to look after him today, I didn't really think it would be possible but he seems at ease with you so I'm hoping he will be ok with the idea but please don't take offence if he says no, I won't make that decision for him, he needs to feel safe and I won't force him to stay with someone unless he agrees."

Stiles nods along "I understand, it's clear he has been through something traumatic, something that no doubt adults would struggle with, he is the priority right now, I won't be offended. I'm actually honoured he's letting me get to know him at all" he says in a hushed and somewhat awed voice.

Cora smiles, she thanks their lucky stars Laura hired this man, he has been a godsend. "He presented as an Omega when he was three years old, his father was one of those old school neanderthal knothead Alpha's who thought Omega's were good for very little. Isaac endured more at his hands than many of the adults who come through here have in the year before we rescued him". Stiles swallows back the bile he feels hearing such words, the only word that brings him some hope of justice is one small word that Cora uttered, he looks Cora in the eye's and whispers "was?"

Cora clearly understands and smiles a feral grin, "oh that fuckers dead don't you worry and he didn't have a peaceful death either. I've never seen Derek so vengeful he's the one who found Isaac, he was locked away in that scum's freezer. He'd been in there for two days, starving, dehydrated, with soiled clothes and borderline catatonic. Needless to say Derek took his time to make sure he repaid many of the torments Isaac' father put Isaac through in kind" she snarls.

Stiles is shocked to feel his admiration for Derek grow even more. He had admired Derek's good looks when he first met the man, I mean come on he's not blind, but he was so much more than his looks. Since working at Hale's Angels, Stiles had seen how doggedly determined Derek was to do right by Omega's, to fight for justice, to take down as many knothead Alpha's that he could and protect those who were vulnerable, he threw himself into everything with a passion and grit that was inspiring. On top of thus he also had a sarcastic somewhat flirty sense of humour that gelled with Stiles' own and he could also be a total sweetheart clearly doting on both his sisters, despite their many quabbles.

To know that Derek had not only rescued Isaac but sought vengeance for him too, made him even more of a phenomenal person to Stiles. He was completely unattainable of course for Stiles, but Stiles would settle for being anywhere in the man's orbit. He was a hero through and through and Stiles knew without a shadow of doubt that he was starting to fall for the man.

Taking in Cora's explanation Stiles responds by saying "I'm glad, he deserved to suffer, how anyone can do that to another human being let alone a child is beyond me and they are deserving of the most painful death sentence in existence" Stiles says with venom.

Cora nods, seeming satisfied in Stiles' response. She opens her mouth to say more but pauses, just before a little hand tugs at Stiles' sleeve. Stiles looks down at Isaac who is frowning up at him, he then points at the milkshake and raises his eyebrows in question.

"Hey bud, sorry I was making sure it was mixed to perfection and giving you time to finish that picture, you all done?" He says, earning a nod from Isaac who then shoves his picture in Stiles' face.

Stiles reaches for the picture and holds it in front of himself, "Oooh lil dude I am loving the purple cowboy get up, I think I need you to pick out my clothes!" Stiles says eagerly, earning another one of Isaac's tiny smiles. "I think you've earned yourself one of Chef Stiles' milkshakes" Stiles declares handing Isaac the glass in his hand. Isaac takes it from him eagerly but waits patiently as Stiles picks up his own glass.

"So" Stiles says as he clinks his glass against Isaacs in a cheers motion "are we cowboys gonna have a milk moustache off?" Isaac nods his head eagerly, eyes wide in anticipation, as unseen by either of them Cora starts filming them on her phone.

"Ok lil man I'm gonna count us down, three, two, one, moustache time" he shouts and quickly knocks back his glass in an exaggerated fashion, pinky finger pointed out, surprised somewhat when Isaac mimics him exactly.

Stiles finishes his glass first and glances over at Cora whilst Isaac continues to drink his, he sees her filming them an cheekily rolls his eyes and pokes out his tongue making her snort with laughter as his chocolate moustache dribbles lower down over his lip onto his chin.

Isaac finally finishes his drink and slams down his glass on the table in his eagerness to compare his moustache to Stiles', grabbing Stiles' hand and tugging him over to a nearby mirror.

Both Cora and Stiles having startled in surprise at Isaac initiating such eager contact with Stiles by his own accord. Causing them to share a somewhat hopeful smile with each other, Stiles' reaction of course caught on camera.

Looking at themselves in the mirror Stiles snorts a laugh. "Dude it looks like someone's had a poop on my lip!" Isaac gasps and Stiles wonders if maybe that was not the most appropriate thing to say to a child and goes to look at Cora apologetically, when a startling noise causes him to whip his head back towards Isaac. Looking at him in the mirror he sees the boy has tears on his face, he has a moment of panic before he realises that Isaac is giggling and the tears are tears of laughter.

Seeing this timid nervous little boy actually giggling and acting like a child makes Stiles' heart skip a beat, he shares a look with Cora, who still filming them but then turns the camera on herself and says "Derek, Laura…..hiring Stiles was the best decision you guys ever made, look at our baby boy!" She's grinning with tears in her eyes as she turns the camera back around to continue to film Isaac and Stiles.

Isaac is still giggling but that's not all, he's now pointing at Stiles' face and saying between giggles "Stiwes a poo face" over and over, making Stiles' heart ache with joy, however not to be outdone Stiles joins in the commotion heckling with "Isaac's a pooeyer face" causing more giggles, resulting in a battle of wills with both of them hollering it at each other over and over until they finally declare themselves pooeyface twins and try to give Cora milky kisses on each of her cheeks so she can join in on their fun.

After a quick clean up Isaac drags Stiles and Cora back into Derek's office to carry on with his colouring, he gives Stiles a piece of paper to draw a sketch on first and rewards Stiles with a gummy grin when presented with a drawing of what is clearly Isaac and Stiles each with a poo moustache. He giggles gleefully and quickly picks up his pencils before starting to colour his picture.

Cora smiles fondly at Isaac and looks at her watch, if she is going to do her recon mission then she needs to be heading off. Nudging Isaac's shoulder affectionately she says "Issy baby, would you be ok with Stiles watching you while Auntie Cora goes to work?" Isaac pauses in his colouring and looks up at Cora with a frown, glancing over at Stiles then back to her again. Stiles actually feels nervous awaiting Isaac's response but tries to keep his expression neutral not wanting to sway the answer in any way.

Isaac scrunches up his cute button nose "ow long you's be aunts Cor?" He asks, clearly not giving an outright no. "I'm not sure baby, but Der and Laura are both here in meetings so one of them will probably be ready first to come collect you, so maybe a couple of hours but it will definitely be before dinner time". Isaac frowns, clearly thinking it over, nibbling on his lower lip, he looks up at Stiles who smiles down at him "it's up to you bud".

Obviously coming to a decision Isaac looks back up at Cora and nods "okays Aunts Cor, Stiwes an me will haves fun and I'll be's good I pwomise". Stiles swallows audibly, honoured at this young boy placing his delicate trust in him. Cora, clearly equally affected, pulls Isaac into a hug "you are always good baby, but thank you, I know Stiles will have fun with you too".

Stiles grins down at Isaac who is peeping at him from within Cora's arms. "We will have the best of fun lil dude, how's about we build a fort and create a little den inside it for us to play in?" Isaac's eyes widen with excitement as he wiggles out of Cora's arms before tugging on Stiles' hand in his eagerness to get started.

Stiles snorts back a laugh and follows along with him as Cora huffs an exasperated laugh as she watches them fondly "I'll be off then" she calls, clearly testing the waters and not wanting to just disappear. Stiles smiles reasuringly at her and waves, as Isaac waves a hand vaguely in her direction calling out a dismissive "bye" as he starts clearing some space in the middle of Derek's office.

Cora laughs this time and backs out, heading out into the corridor she stops to send a text to Laura and Derek on their family chat:

Hey bitches; so Isaac seems to be doing ok now after his fall at school. The big news is he has surprisingly made a new friend today and even okayed for them to be his childminder while I head out on my recon, so whichever of you gets out of your dull ass meeting first make sure to go pick him up from Stiles. Also see attached video for your viewing pleasure…..never fear our Issy is in more than safe hands 💞

She grins as she hits send, she has no doubt her siblings will be worried about Isaac being with anyone but one of them, but Stiles is unique, there's something about him that screams safety and comfort, she knows once they see the video attachment of the milk moustache competition she took they will be as happily overwhelmed as she was witnessing it herself. She grins in memory of such a heartwarming scene. Stiles may just be the best thing to happen to the Hale's in a long time, she thinks, as she makes her way to her car and heads on out.

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Stiles is yawning, finishing up some research on a case as he hears the door of the main office open. It's been two hours since Cora left and in that time he and Isaac had created an impressive blanket fort filled with pillows and mini torches that they had used as fairy lights and set about continuing with their drawing and colouring amidst their new cosier setting.

About 45 minutes ago Isaac had started to yawn repeatedly so Stiles had suggested he take a little nap. Isaac was adamant that a nap was not going to happen as they still had too much to do, so instead Stiles had set his tablet up so that they could watch some films in their cosy little den. Needless to say within 5 minutes Isaac had fallen asleep and Stiles had been able to do some of his work.

Stiles listens as footsteps cross the main office and Derek's door is pushed open. Stiles would get up to go greet whoever it is, but Isaac has shuffled around in his sleep so that he is now coiled around Stiles' middle, completely nestled in his lap, clutching his shirt tightly with one hand as he sucks his thumb on the other. Stiles has his laptop off to the side, typing single handedly as he uses his other hand to stroke through Isaac's curls, earning little purrs from the Omega.

The sound of footsteps enter Derek's office and a light switch is flicked on, the office having grown dark in the time since they settled into their den. A huff of amusement is heard and Stiles' heart rate picks up. He recognises that huff, he recognises that scent, so he is not surprised when seconds later a grinning Derek Hale sticks his face between the blankets at the front of the fort.

His grin turns soft when he takes in the position he finds Stiles and Isaac in. "Hey" he whispers, glistening eyes meeting Stiles own. "Hey" Stiles whispers back. "Having fun?" Derek asks with a quirk of his mouth. Stiles sticks his tongue out "I have had the best afternoon in a long time actually, although I think my bottom may have gone to sleep" he whines with a frown. Derek chuckles quietly, "want me to help you out of there?" Stiles looks down at Isaac and bites his lip considering the option, not wanting to wake the boy. "He won't wake up, I have mastered the knack of a stealthy sleep swoop amd scoop" Derek offers, earning a snort from Stiles which he quickly hurries to muffle. He nods in appreciation and Derek wastes no time scooping Isaac up, disconnecting his fist from Stiles' shirt and repositioning him amongst the pillows and blankets. Offering his hand to Stiles, Derek then helps to pull him up and out, before they both then retreat into Stiles' adjacent office.

"Thanks for the rescue man, my ass appreciates it" Stiles says once they are able to talk out of earshot.

Derek grins wickedly at Stiles "always happy to help your ass any way I can Stiles" he winks, earning a shove from Stiles who blushes despite himself.

They have taken to flirting in a jokey manner the past few weeks, there is nothing more to it than a bit of fun, each loving to push each other's buttons, often at the encouragement of Laura and Lydia.

"You're a giant ass" Stiles sasses back, Derek smirks "and you love it" he teases. Stiles just shakes his head at the Alpha.

Truth be told he does love it, he wants to worship at the altar that is Derek Hale's divine ass.

Thinking on those delectable globes he obviously pauses for too long lost in the fantasy as Derek nudges him, giving him a look of concern with his eyes. One thing Stiles has learned about Derek is that whilst he may tease and flirt with Stiles, he never wants to cause offence, often worrying that he has gone too far despite Stiles giving as good as he gets and loving every moment of it.

Obviously Stiles pausing whilst lost in his mini fantasy has worried him, so Stiles graces him with a lewd smile and a saucy wink, earning a chuffed laugh of relief from Derek.

Derek makes his way to the seat in front of Stiles' desk and gestures for Stiles to also sit down. "Thanks for stepping in today, you have no idea how much it means to us, I still can't quite believe how Isaac has taken to you, he doesn't trust easily at all for many reasons. I cannot tell you how amazing this seems. It's something we had all but given up hope of even happening for a long while yet. However I don't want you to think we are expecting any more from you than what you have done already today Stiles, but we do, I do really appreciate this so so much". He reaches out and squeezes Stiles' hand in thanks, earning a warm smile in return.

"There's no need for thanks Derek, I truly meant it, this afternoon was one of the nicest I have had in a long time, Isaac is a total sweetheart. I have always loved kids but man does he make my heart turn to mush more than any other child I have met. Maybe it's my protectiveness coming out, or my inner Omega fighting for its young, but I would be more than willing to help out with Isaac any time you need it. I know you guys have no expectations, but this is me offering, I will watch Isaac any time you guys need it ok". Derek stares at him in awe, a smile working it's way up his face "thank you Stiles, you may regret offering that" he teases, earning an eye roll from Stiles "never!" Stiles responds vehemently, and hell if Derek doesn't believe him. Derek leans forward clutching at Stiles' hands squeezing them affectionately, a tender smile on his face. "Stiles I…."

A shuffle from Derek's office however draws their attention, a sleepy timid voice calling out for "Stiwes" makes them both smile fondly at each other. Both get up to head in to see Isaac when Isaac appears in the doorway rubbing his eyes and mumbling "Stiwes you's weren't susposed to lemme falls asweep", he is adorable shuffling his way further into the room but before Stiles has the chance to respond Isaac pulls his hands away from his eyes and takes in both men before him, he blinks at Stiles before honing in on Derek, a giant smile lighting up his cherubic little face.

Stiles gasps in surprise at seeing such a strong emotion on the boys face, looking at Derek, Stiles sees an equally soft and tender smile on the Alpha's face. Isaac squeals and runs, launching himself into Derek's now open arms shrieking "Daddy!"

Stiles' eyes widen in shock, he had assumed all the Hale's were honorary aunt / uncle type guardians, this, he hadn't expected this, he can feel his heart melting to actual slush.

"Hey baby boy, missed me have you!" To which he gets eager nods "I hear you've been making friends with Stiles here" he says as he gently cradles Isaac to him in a heartwarming adoring hug. Isaac leans backwards so that he can lean out of Derek's arms and reaches his hand out to grab at Stiles.

Stiles lets Isaac pull him closer, surprised when the little boy leans into him ane presses a kiss to his cheek. Stiles' wide eyes meet Derek's who is smiling at him just as softly as he had been looking at Isaac.

"Daddy Stiwes an me drewed you some pictures and had lotsa fun in our fort, he's my bestest fwiend now so we's gots to keep him ok pwease" Derek and Stiles laugh good naturedly at this and gaze down at the little boy who is full on puppy dog eyeing the Alpha, his bottom lip stuck out earnestly to add extra emphasis to his plea.

Derek nuzzles his face against Isaac's cheek, pressing a kiss to it fondly, looking up at Stiles briefly,, Derek then returns his gaze back to Isaac "yeah baby, we're definitely keeping him" Derek says, before both Isaac and Derek turn their gazes on Stiles, radiant smiles on both their faces, Derek winking at him fondly.

Stiles can't help but smile in return and then chuckle at Isaac's happy wiggle.

''Fuck' Stiles thinks as he swallows hard, his heart skipping a beat before suddenly jack rabbiting at a frantic pace. He gazes back at these two angels who have captured his heart in two very different ways, he acknowledges to himself 'I am so fucking fucked'.

Chapter Text

Stiles is sat at his desk grinning at his phone when Cora returns from her recon mission.   He is so engrossed in his text exchange that he barely acknowledges her as she walks in and sits herself down in the chair opposite his desk and sticks her feet up on his desk rather obnoxiously to sprawl out.

"What's got you grinning like an idiot" Cora snarks after being ignored for a couple more minutes. Stiles, more than used to the youngest Hale by now, continues texting with one hand and raises his other hand in front of himself and with his middle finger stuck up at her. Cora snickers, "Rude much! Who is so important that you cannot even be bothered to say hello, let alone ask me how my first ever solo mission went?" Cora demands haughtily, "I thought we were friends Stiles, even Jackson has more manners than this, Jackson Stiles!" she says, declaring the last two words with a hint of emphasis and distaste.

Stiles scoffs and rolls his eyes at her, "aww are you feeling unloved Cor, maybe Jackson is still about, you wanna go give his office a try, I am sure Lydia would be more than willing to share him with you?" he teases, earning a scowl from the brunette.

"Fuck you Stilinski" she growls, before launching herself over the desk and snatching the phone from his hand, pulling back quickly and running into Derek's vacant office around the other side of his meeting table gleefully holding it out of reach as Stiles tries to grab it back.

"Cor give it back! Why don't you stop your habit of a lifetime and quit being a bitch for like ten seconds" Stiles whines, as he tries to out fox his supposed friend by doubling back around the other side of the table.

Cora despite her eyes being on the screen in front of her as she scrolls through his text thread manages out manouvre him each time.

Reading the latest messages she cackles with glee, "awww I should of known, there's only one person who makes you smile like you are floating on air" she says, once she sees that it's her dear older brother as the person Stiles had been texting.  She can't say she is surprised in the slightest, the pair of them have some serious UST that needs resolving like stat!

"I don't know what you mean" Stiles says, "I smile like that for most people, maybe try being less of a bitch and I will smile like that for you too" he declares, refusing to otherwise acknowledge Cora's statement.

Cora snorts a laugh, "yeah yeah you keep telling yourself that, with the way you pair make goo goo eyes at each other it's amazing either of you manage to get any work done at all, the scent of arousal in your offices would be overbearing if you didn't each wear your blockers most days" she announces with a wrinkle of her nose.

Stiles blushes, he knows that there have been more times than he can think of that he has felt himself slicking up at the sight of Derek Hale looking all commanding and authorative in his suit. Jesus just two days ago he had had to leave his office to go and whack one off in the bathrooms after seeing Derek bent over his meeting table, face filled with rage, as he reamed out a team of operatives who had put the lives of 10 Omega's at risk after they had failed to implement the appropriate security protocols. Stiles had never felt so aroused in his life, he hadn't know whether to be more shocked by his arousal or the fact that it was caused by an Alpha in a rage, was there something wrong with him that he found that seriously hot as hell. The fact it had been because of Derek's protective nature towards Omega's had only heightened his desire for the Alpha.  The result of which had led him to having one of the most powerful orgasms of his life. He hadn't been satisfied with just fisting his cock for a quick release, oh no, he had had to reach back and fill his achingly empty leaking hole with as many of his fingers as he could manage, wanting to feel as if he was being, not only ravaged, but knotted by the Alpha's cock. It had taken him a half hour after his orgasm to calm himself down and cool himself off, reapplying his scent blockers profusely after washing himself off, before returning to his desk.

Derek had still been in his meeting with the operatives so Stiles had been able to return to his duties without anyone paying him any attention, as he continued to idly watch the Alpha through their joined office glass partition. However when Derek had come into his office at the end of the day sighing in relief that the horrendous day was finally over and proceeding to loosen his tie from around his neck, Stiles had felt his cock twitch again at the sight and his hole quiver needily. Thank fuck for scent blockers, Stiles had thought, although he had a moment of panic that they weren't working when Derek's nostrils had flared before he flicked a speculative gaze over Stiles, a smile crossing his face. But clearly that had just been a coincidence of timing or Stiles' imagination, as Derek had proceeded to slouch down into a nearby chair and talk to Stiles about the events of the day.

Lost in thought recalling that most recent event, Cora's words struck home, but Stiles being Stiles focused on what he could do to divert her "we do not make goo goo eyes, don't be fucking ludicrous Cor!"

Cora of course laughed in response, "that's all you've got to say? And yes you do, since day one you have both been making half the staff nautious with the sappy looks on both of your faces any time you are in a room together" she goads.

"See now I know you are making shit up" Stiles retorts, "on day one, the only way Derek looked at me was with distaste, or did you forget his heated argument about my employment with Laura".

Cora crows with laughter "oh Stiles, he was angry yes but not for just the reasons you think, he practically licked his lips with hunger when you walked in and even though he tried to focus entirely on Laura you could see the lust in his eyes on the rare occasions he let himself look in your direction. I know my brother and he was two second's away from hauling you over his shoulder cave man style! His anger at Laura was more a deflection of him resisting his desire ofnwanting to have his wicked way with you" she delights in telling him.

"You are insane" Stiles says shaking his head at her words, "he thought I was a Beta in case you have forgotten, that's why they were arguing!"

Cora snorts "So what! What has that got to do with anything, he still wanted you, Beta or not" Cora laughs, shaking her head fondly at Stiles.

"Yeah right" Stiles huffs, annoyed at letting Cora get to him despite himself.  He would give anything for Derek to look at him like that, but Stiles knows that he doesn't stand a chance with someone as gorgeous, strong and kind as Derek. He sighs, feeling sad all of a sudden, he's not in the mood to be teased about this, his heart is wrapped up too much in the matter, he refuses to engage with Cora on this any more as it will only make his heart hurt further, so he just slumps and walks back to his desk, sagging into his seat, then turning his chair and starting to tap away at his keyboard again.

Cora sees the look of sadness on Stiles' face and feels remorse for teasing the Omega, she was only trying to make him see that the feelings were mutual between him and her brother, maybe though she acknowledges that she had been a bit tactless in the process, the last thing she had wanted to do was make him feel bad in any way. She bites her lip, a feeling of guilt washing over her as she treks back into the office and sits down across the desk opposite Stiles.

Stiles refuses to make eye contact with her and she knows that this time it's because he's hurt and not because he is playing with her like they tend to do. "I'm sorry" she says sincerely, "I didn't mean to upset you, I know I'm a bitch but I'm not that much of a bitch" she finishes, looking at him solemnly. Stiles raises his eyes to look at her, he nods in acknowledgement of her words, "yeah you are" he says, a twitch of his lips indicating he is teasing and trying not to smile. Cora snorts knowing she is forgiven and sticks out her tongue at him, earning a genuine smile this time.

She passes Stiles his phone back and he takes it from her in appreciation, looking down to see that Derek had said that he and Isaac were settling down for the night to watch Toy Story. He sends a quick text back telling them both to enjoy the film and he will see them tomorrow and then gives Cora his undivided attention.

"So how was the recon?" He asks, earning a radiant smile from his friend. "It was awesome!!!!" she squeals, "the suspect went into a local nightclub so I had to go undercover as a hot single girl out searching for a casual hook-up to try and gain a close radius to his inner circle" she says with glee, Stiles smiles "man that was a stretch for you" he snarks, earning a mock offended gasp from Cora before she giggles, "now whose being the bitch!" she replies, earning a snort from Stiles.

Cora regales Stiles with her exploits from the night, the two of them deciding to head on out and grab dinner together. Over dinner Stiles tells Cora how it went with Isaac and she enthuses over how taken with Stiles Isaac had been based on the stories Stiles tells.

"He is a total sweetheart" Stiles says of Isaac, "he's actually why me and Derek were texting, there were things Isaac said to me that made me think his fall at school wasn't so much of an accident as the school led you to believe I texted Derek earlier to say as much, so Derek was updating me that he had managed to get Isaac to tell him what had happened.  Turns out that he had been trying to play with the cars, specifically the fire trucks and police car's, but that some of the other children had snatched them from him and told him to go play with the dolls like an Omega is supposed to" Stiles says sadly, earning a gasp from Cora. Stiles bites his lip upset on Isaac's behalf "you'd think at their age they wouldn't have to deal with this shit in school, but obviously kids pick these attitudes up from their parents.  Anyway, Isaac had apparently tried to pick up another car when the kids weren't looking, he had managed to get it and went to play with it elsewhere but the other kids found out and tried to get it from him, calling him names and such. Isaac panicked and clung to it even tighter which meant he got pulled and pushed around a bit until they knocked him over and he hit his head, turns out the teacher either didn't intervene or didn't see it, but Isaac was too afraid to say anything about the interaction and risk getting sent into a time out, which from what I figure when Isaac lived with his father meant time locked in the freezer" Stiles says, a hint of question in his voice. Cora nods sadly, wiping unshed tears from her eyes.

"Yeah, he is so so worried about always being good and doing nothing to get into trouble for fear of being put into time out, no wonder he didn't say anything love him" she says sadly. Stiles nods, "well it looks like Derek managed to get the whole story and reassure him that he did nothing wrong and wasn't in trouble with anyone, Derek is going to speak with his teachers tomorrow apparently, but isn't sending Isaac back until they can reassure him that something like this won't happen again. So Derek is bringing Isaac by in the morning for me to watch him when he nips to the school to talk it all through. He is then taking the day off to spend some quality father son time together at the zoo" Stiles informs Cora, a soft smile on his face.

Cora smiles at Stiles, "that's really kind of you to have him again, thank you Stiles" she says warmly. He smiles back at her, "it's my pleasure, Isaac is my new best bud anyway, we have a moustache bromance to build upon" he jokes, earning a chuckle in return.

They both finish their meals and head on out to their respective homes after a goodbye hug.

Before going to bed Stiles decides to ring his dad and call in a favour to surprise Isaac with the following day, in the hopes it will take away the sting of what happened in school for him today. He smiles to himself as he falls asleep imagining how Isaac will react when he gets his surprise tomorrow.

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Stiles is at the photocopier the next day when the door to his office opens and an excited "Stiwes!" is shouted.  Stiles grins as he turns around only to stop half way with an "oomph" as a little hurricane of blond curly hair collides with his legs, squeezing them tightly between little arms.   He looks down and his smile widens even more as he see's the excited blue eyes gazing up at him adoringly, "Stiwes I is back!!" Isaac says chirpily, causing Stiles to laugh and ruffle his hand through Isaac's curls "so you are my little man, are you ready to have some fun?" he asks good naturedly, earning an excited squeal from Isaac "lotsa lotsa fun pwease Stiwes" he says eagerly.

Stiles chuckles and raises his eyes to see Derek watching them from the doorway with a fond smile on his face. "Thank goodness for that, he hasn't stopped talking about you all morning, I'm starting to feel a bit unwanted" Derek says drily with a wink.  Stiles snorts a laugh, while Isaac looks over at Derek in concern. He quickly runs over to him and collides with Derek's legs in another tight hug, "don't worry Daddy, I's still wants you" Isaac says sincerely, looking up at Derek with his adoring little face scrunched up in worry. Derek smiles down tenderly at him and moves to scoot down to Isaac's level "I know baby, Daddy was just teasing, don't you worry ok. I want you to have lots of fun with Stiles ok, I've got to nip out for a little bit but then you and me are going to have a fun filled day ourselves too whilst Stiles does some work for a change" he says grinning cheekily at a hovering Stiles. Isaac beams, whilst Stiles acts mock offended earning a chuckle from them both.

"Stiwes what's we's gonna do today?" Isaac asks, raising his hands up in a gesture that can only mean he wants to be picked up. Stiles instinctively scoots down and picks the boy up into his arms, letting him wrap his legs around his waist so he is sideways on.

"Well little dude, I may have arranged a surprise for you" Stiles says, earning an excited squeal from the boy. "Weally? Where's it?" Isaac asks bouncing happily in Stiles' arms as he claps his hands in glee. Stiles smiles before he walks to his desk and picks up his phone, he checks his recent messages, then with a grin says, "it's actually downstairs, how about we walk Daddy out and then go get your surprise?"

Derek's eyebrows shoot up questionally but Stiles just sends him a wink. Isaac meanwhile kicks out his feet in eagerness so as to indicate to be put down and once on the ground runs towards the door. Both adults chuckle and follow behind the excitable boy.

They make their way down to the main reception and Isaac eagerly looks around only to see the same old reception as usual. He turns to look at Stiles a small frown on his face, "it's not here?" he asks, disappointment in his voice making Stiles' heart clench. "We're not quite there yet" Stiles clarifies, "why don't you hold your Daddy's hand as we need to head outside".

Isaac nods whereas Derek just looks puzzled, but both walk outside of the building with Stiles leading the way. Once they are outside they both look at Stiles expectantly just as a loud 'woop woop' of sirens goes past, pulling into a nearby layby. All eyes are automatically drawn to the police car.  Derek however frowns as Stiles starts heading towards the vehicle. 

Stiles taps on the driver's window and waves exageratedly, stepping back as the door opens and a uniformed officer steps out.

Isaac torn between his shyness and interest, tries to peer in the back car windows whilst also trying to hide behind his father as Stiles pulls the officer into a hug. "Hey dad good to see you" he says with a bright smile on his face. "Good to see you too kid, keeping out of trouble I hope" he teases, earning a snort from his son.

The Sheriff rolls his eyes and looks to the puzzled looking Alpha, "Hale, pleasure to meet you finally, Stiles has told me all about you and your sister's and how welcoming you've all been to him". He reaches out offering his hand, Derek remembering his manners offers his own in return.  "Sheriff Stilinski it's good to meet you too, your reputation preceeds you, I uh hope there are no issues that the Sheriff's Department need to discuss with Hale's Angels?".

Noah shakes his head in response to this instantly reassuring the Alpha, "no issues Hale, and please call me Noah. I am in fact here on a secret mission at the bequest of my son who wanted to surprise a certain special young man" he says with a hint of a smile, earning an even more confused look from Derek as Stiles just grins at him.

Noah scoots down onto his knees and peers behind Derek's legs to see a timid Isaac, "hey there bud, I hear you like police cars?" he says, earning a nod from the boy who nibbles on his thumb nervously, "well Stiles here always liked police cars too, so as a kid do you know what I used to do for him on occasion?" he asks, earning a shake of the head from Isaac. "On my quiet days I would sometimes take Stiles out in my police car so that he could have a ride in it and play with the sirens and sometimes have a go on the radio too."  At this Isaac's mouth falls open in awe.  "Now it just so happens that I have a quiet morning today, so I was wondering do you think that's something you would like too?" Noah asks.  Isaac stares wide eyed at the Sheriff dumbstruck before nodding his head forcefully, earning a huffed laugh from Noah.

Derek meanwhile looks at Stiles in amazement, fully comprehending what the man has arranged for his precious boy after the hurt and disappointment of the day before. Stiles just winks at him and nudges him with his elbow, earning a chuckle from the Alpha. "Well that works out nicely then as Stiles was thinking that maybe you and he would like to join me for a bit doing just that, what do you say?" Isaac looks like he is about to burst, pure excitement on his face as he looks from the Sheriff to Stiles and the car over and over, before he finally looks up at Derek questioningly "Daddy s'it ok?" he whispers in an astonished kind of awe that he has been so lucky to be offered this.

Derek smiles down at his boy and crouches down so that he is level with both Noah and Isaac, "of course it is baby, you and Stiles are supposed to be having fun today aren't you, I think this definitely counts as fun doesn't it" he says softly, earning a chuckle from Noah as Isaac once again starts bouncing excitedly, before launching himself into his father's arms "fank you Daddy" he says. 

Derek presses a kiss to the crown of his head "no problem baby, but I don't think it's just me you should be thanking is it?"  Isaac pulls away with a confused frown, but then realising what Derek means spins around whilst still clinging onto Derek looks at Stiles and then his father. 

"Fank you Stiwes n Stiwes daddy" he says in a quiet voice, clearly still a bit shy of Noah.  Noah smiles brightly at the little boy "it's our pleasure bud", before he open's the back door of the vehicle "wanna take a look at where all the bad guys sit?" He asks, earning a wide eyed smile from the boy, who at a quick reassuring look at Derek, wastes no time clambering in to explore.

Derek watches his son climbing around in the vehicle, surprisingly now starting to get equally at ease with the Sheriff as he was with Stiles and feels his heart warm.  He looks over to Stiles who is watching Isaac with his father, a fond smile on his face.   Derek suddenly feels overwhelmed with emotion for this kind hearted soul who in a  matter of months had not only turned his life around but now appears to be doing the same for his boy, he truly has been a welcoming breath of fresh air to their lives.

Stiles feeling his gaze glances over to him, a shy smile on his face. "Thank you" Derek says quietly, the words clearly heartfelt. "It's nothing" Stiles deflects automatically, always someone who dismisses himself and anything he does with ease. Derek refuses to let him get away with it, always striving to let the man know quite how much his efforts mean to those around him who appreciate him.

Derek shakes his head "It's everything Stiles" Derek clarifies sincerely.  When Stiles goes to protest again Derek presses his finger against Stiles' lips and leans in to press a kiss to his now ever so slightly blushing cheek.

Time stands still for Stiles as Derek's lips press against his cheek, he swears he forgets to breathe for a minute. He realises belatedly that he has been frozen lost in his head entirely absorbed by that simple but very welcoming gesture.  Unknown to him Derek had smiled fondly at his dazed look and then said his goodbyes to them all after apologising to Noah for having to dash for his appointment and thanking the man for taking the time out of his day to do this.

Stiles only comes to when Isaac tugs repeatedly on his hand, evidently eager to get Stiles to move and get inside the back of the vehicle with him, keen to pretend that they have both been arrested whilst Sheriff Stilinski shuts them securely in after pretending to read them their rights and drives out to the preserve, where he had said they would be able to play with the sirens and such. 

As Isaac jabbers excitedly away, Stiles' eyes meet his fathers in the rear view mirror only to see the man chuckling away to himself, soft crinkles in the corner of his eyes. "Oh son, you've got it bad kid" he says fondly, causing Stiles to open his eyes wide in response, earning a snorted laugh from his father.  The trees of the preserve come into view and Stiles realises he has been lost in thought again, jumping with surprise when  Sheriff Stilinski pops the sirens on, much to Isaac's delight as he earns a jubilant squeal of glee from the lad.

Yeah Stiles thinks considering his father'a words, he really has got it bad, but maybe, just maybe Cora had been right and he does have a chance after all?

He looks fondly at Isaac who is bouncing excitedly in his seat, Stiles can't help but feel a glimmer of hope as well as a deep yearnlng for more ignite in his heart, his Omega already knows what it wants but Stiles is used to resisting his inner Omega.   However he considers maybe he could have this, does in fact want this and that maybe there is a chance he could have it after all. 

Smiling lost in thought he allows himself to dream for the first time in years.  

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Derek took longer at the school than he anticipated, the teachers clearly wanting to pull out all the stops to reassure the Alpha who they knew was in the business of protecting Omega's and vulnerable people of any designation. They had spoken to all the parents of the other children involved and advised each that a change in behaviour was required else their children would face expulsion as they would not tolerate bullying of any kind against any designation.

They had also gone a step further by organising an assembly that morning with all the children of the school to address behavioural issues overall and to Derek's surprise invited him to stay and speak at to give an overview on the impacts such behaviours could have. Whilst the idea itself had been well received by Derek, he would have much preferred some advance notice so that he could have, at the very least, prepared what he could say to such a young group of children, or even better have persuaded Laura to do it.

It had actually gone surprisingly well, with some children even asking him questions that he was thankfully able to answer with ease, what with him now being well used to having to both answer and address Isaac's fears and concerns following the life he had led up to his adoption.

Derek was however relieved to be getting back to his office to pick Isaac up and had every intention of thanking Stiles for his assistance today as the man had gone above and beyond in helping him out.

Derek couldn't help smiling to himself every time he thought about the Omega. He was such a livewire, such a ray of sunshine in a world that had been depressingly dark for Derek since his parents' deaths. There was something about him that intrigued Derek, made him want to learn more about him, he was so smart and inquisitive, he was keen to know as much about him as he could.

Unfortunately whenever he asked questions about Stiles' life before joining the company the Omega seemed reluctant to give much away, turning the subject around with a joke or answering the question with a question in return, somehow successfully keeping his cards to his chest without appearing rude or unwilling. Derek not wanting to pry or force the Omega to talk about things he was clearly unwilling, let himself be led in whatever direction Stiles deemed the conversation safe.

Derek knows of course the type of trauma's that Omega's can live through, Isaac being a prime example. But Derek had met the Sheriff and he seemed a sincerely good guy. Derek was well aware that looks can be deceiving, however he was confident there were no dark secrets in that regard, as the Sheriff was also someone the Omega talked about with abundant enthusiasm so it was clear there was no hidden trauma in that direction thankfully.

But there was still something, something Derek couldn't put his finger on that haunted the man. Derek could of course have asked around or researched Stiles' history but that would be a breach of trust that he did not want to break. Instead he bided his time hoping to earn enough of Stiles' trust that he would feel safe enough to open up to him more in due course.

Mulling over the anomaly that is Stiles, Derek silently walks into his office only to find a giggling Isaac chasing Stiles around the large meeting table. Isaac looked adorable wearing a sheriff's county hat and sheriff badge, clearly in his element chasing Stiles with glee whilst holding a set of handcuffs in his hands. Stiles however looked ludicrous as he ran ahead of him, with what Derek assumes was a stocking on his head, whilst clutching, for some reason, Derek's cactus to his chest as he shouted somewhat dramatically "you'll never take me alive!"

Derek's sudden bark of laughter surprises both of them, bringing them to a sudden standstill. The look of shock on both their faces makes the situation even more ridiculous, causing Derek to give in to full on laughter, feeling his heart warm at the sight of them having so much fun together.

Stiles mortified at being caught looking quite so idiotic by the gorgeous Alpha quickly whips the stocking from his head at the same time as he trips over his own feet whilst attempting to subtly pop the cactus down on Derek's desk, "Derek, heeeeey your back, that's great, we uh didn't hear you come in" he says, the hint of a blush working its way up his cheeks.

Derek, highly amused, just waves his hand good naturedly, "no worries, by all means though carry on, don't stop on my account, we don't want Isaac to catch you alive after all" he says cheekily, rolling his hand in a gesture to carry on, whilst earning a deeper blush from Stiles.

"Daddy Daddy look whats da Shewiff givesded me" Isaac shouts excitedly, rushing to Derek and showing him his hat, badge and handcuffs. "He's also gived me some inky stuff so I's can do fingerpwints, but Stiwes says I's gots to wait to do that at home wiv you so's I donts get my clothes messy for our day out" he says somewhat forlornly, lower lip jutting out in a little bit of a pout.

Derek smiles at his son, "wow it looks like you've had a lot of fun with Stiles and the Sheriff today, but Stiles is right buddy, me and you are going to the zoo so we need to keep your clothes clean for now, but when we get home we will do some fingerprinting before bath time." He gets a jubilant smile at this and Isaac clearly satisfied says "we's go to da zoo now den?" Derek looks at Stiles and then back to his son, not really wanting his time with the Omega to be over just yet and tempted to invite him along, but knowing that Stiles does actually have a job he needs to do and not wanting to take up any more of his time.

"Yeah we will head off now and let Stiles have some peace n quiet, are you ready to go or do you need to do anything before we head out?" Isaac considers this and shakes his head, as he does so the cuffs in his hand jingle and with a hint of devilment on his face Isaac looks at Stiles and then at Derek before saying "I's been twying to awwest Stiwes for being a robber and taking yours cactus Daddy but I isn't fast enough, so he's gots away wiv it, so can you's awwest him so he's caught for being a bad robber pwease and we's lock him up?" Isaac pleads earnestly.

Derek chuckles, looking at the handcuffs and then up to Stiles who, if possible, has gone a deeper shade of red than he ever has before. "Of course baby, we can't have those naughty robbers getting away with it can we" he says a flicker of devilment in his own eyes that only Stiles can see. Isaac squeals excitedly then gleefully hands over the handcuffs before jumping up on the couch out of the way, bouncing up and down in excitement as he yells for Stiles to start running again so his daddy can chase him down.

Stiles knows he is blatently blushing, he knows his heart is beating a million times a minute and that Derek must be able to hear it, he feels perspiration drip down his back at the thought of Derek chasing him down, of Derek capturing him, embarrassed even more as he feels himself start to slick up at the idea alone. Fuck he needs to get a hold of himself! Derek will be able to scent him at this rate, there is only so much that his blockers can cover and by gods does Derek make him want more than he had ever thought possible before. He'd never been interested in Alpha's, even more so after his abduction. He always refused to give in to his Omega biology, wanting to prove that he is more than just that.

Yet Derek is an anomaly, he feels the urge to submit to him, wants to do so in fact which goes against everything he ever believed in, always refusing that he would ever give into such an expectation. In fact it was why he had only dated Beta's or Omega's by choice, it was also why the abduction had fucked him up so bad as he had fought long and hard against his captors unwilling to submit for the longest time until they eventually broke him. So why does this Alpha make him want to bare his throat and present for him, he is always thought he was better than that, better than his fucked up biology.

With that in mind he does what he does best, he ignores it and jokingly says "good luck with that old man! Isaac if you can't catch me then your daddy definitely won't, I am as sneaky and speedy as a fox", Isaac giggles as Stiles winks at him, before then poking his tongue out at Derek.

This is a game, a child's game, this isn't anything more, Stiles needs to remind himself of that as he watches Derek flicking the handcuffs in his hand smirking at him from around the other side of the table. "Ohhh don't be so sure, I am good at capturing the bad guys, I'm definitely fast enough to capture one very naughty Omega", he says teasingly, yet the way he says it also has an underlying promise that makes Stiles gulp and swallow deeply, his heart rate accelerating with anticipation and excitement.

There is no way the Alpha doesn't know what he is doing to him, the hue of red in his eyes is more dominant than usual, there is a wicked smile forming on his face as he flares his nostrils scenting the air far too frequently to be simply reflexive, clearly picking up on Stiles' interest and excitement despite the blockers. Fuck Stiles is in so so much trouble here.

Derek licks his lips as he watches Stiles trying to decide his next move and smirks. "Daddy's da fastest Stiwes he's gonna gets ya for sureses" Isaac says giddy with excitement as he gees them on from the couch.

Derek high fives Isaac at this and turns back to wiggle his eyebrows at Stiles, "let's see shall we, the game's afoot" he teases sassily as Stiles snorts in response. "Bring it old man" Stiles retorts as he darts to the far end of the table, circling away from Derek as far as he can get. Derek grins in response, clearly high on Isaac's excitement as well as the thrill of the chase as he sets off in pursuit of the Omega.

Deep down Derek knows he is playing a dangerous game, he knows that this isn't the time or the place for the lustful desires that are surging through him, he needs to focus on the game. He is however an Alpha and he wants to win the game at any cost, wants to capture the Omega both for his son's entertainment and for his inner Alpha. So as Stiles starts to run again Derek crouches and leaps over the table almost capturing him instantly.

Stiles however is just as wily as he indicated, dodging quickly with surprisingly fast reflexes and rolling underneath the table to the other side before fleeing to evade Derek behind Derek's desk.

"Gets him Daddy gets him" Isaac squeals, drawing the attention of Laura who happens to be passing by the offices and upon hearing the commotion enters to see what's going on. A wry knowing smile forms on her face as she watches the shenanigans, joining Isaac next to the couch as he encourages her to watch with him. "Yeah Der come on you can capture him, you know you want to" she adds with a saucy wink aimed at her brother who growls at her in response, causing her to chuckle and waggle her eyebrows at him tauntingly.

Stiles misses the brother and sisters exchange, lost in his desire to both flee and be caught. He has never felt such a warring feeling inside of himself before. He knows this is just a game but he wants to drag the chase out as long as he can, he wants to win, yet he also wants Derek to capture him, to pin him, to make him submit.

With Laura now in the room too he is more aware than ever of the scents he is potentially giving off and prays that his blockers are strong enough to hide his deepest darkest desires so he can save some face. He tries to focus on Isaac, not wanting to get lost in his lustful thoughts and in doing so sees an opportunity to dodge Derek by leaping behind the couch and using it, Laura and Isaac as another obstacle to keep Derek out of reach.

Isaac shouts to his dad in excitement rooting him on as Stiles suddenly grabs a cackling Laura and pushes her in front of himself then into Derek as an additional moving obstruction much to Isaac's amusement.

After the two Alpha's collide Stiles realises he has maybe overplayed his cards as Laura, no longer willing to be an innocent observer, shouts out in a battle cry and sets off in pursuit of him too. Isaac gleefully also jumps off the couch in pursuit too shouting out "uh uh yous dones it now Stiwes you's in bigs trouble, we'sa gonna gets you!"

Stiles dodges Laura's first swipe for him, rolling over the top of the meeting table and out of reach on the other side. Stiles realises his mistake instantly. There is nowhere for him to go as Laura blocks off his exit on one side of the table and Isaac on the other, whilst Derek stands on the opposite side to him grinning, a hint of fang protruding as his eyes flare a deeper red.

Stiles' eyes lock on Derek's and he feels his own eyes flare in response automatically flashing at the Alpha. He refuses to give in however and turns to run towards Isaac, planning to leap over the boy but he is out of luck as Derek anticipates his move, launching himself over the table, tackling the Omega and bringing him down to the floor with surprisingly gentle grace.

Stiles is suddenly pressed face down into the carpet of the office, with the Alpha pressed tightly against his back. He feels Derek's face press in close to his neck and his breath blow out against his ear causing Stiles to shiver as he whispers "Caught you".

Two words, two simple words alone and Stiles feels his inner Omega clawing for release, to be claimed, to be tamed, to be taken. He whimpers as Derek pulls back and at Isaacs insistence uses the cuffs to arrest Stiles properly. The sound of the click locking the cuffs into place as the Alpha remains settled all too snuggly on his back does something to Stiles and he feels his hole quiver as a gush of slick floods out.

Stiles is mortified, he is distantly aware of a gleefully celebrating Isaac, together with a whooping Laura, encouraging Derek to haul him to his feet so that Isaac can read him his rights whilst blushes engulf his face. He somehow manages to respond appropriately before Laura suggests leaving with Isaac to get some celebratory ice creams before his trip to the zoo to excited whoops of delight.

As the duo leave Stiles turns, placing his heated face against a nearby pillar in an abysmal attempt to hide whilst still being in plain sight. There is no way that the Alpha's hadn't smelt the slick he released, Derek especially when he had been so close pressed against him. He thanks God that Isaacs senses were not advanced enough to pick up on it as of yet, as he feels embarrassed enough right now as it is. Laura had no doubt taken Isaac away so that Stiles could compose himself with some semblance of dignity, 'hah that ship had sailed' he thought miserably, God he hated being an Omega sometimes he thinks as he groans in embarrassment.

He is just trying to think of how he can talk his way out of this mortifying situation as he absentmindedly wriggles his wrists which are still secured in the cuffs behind him, when a warm body presses up against him from behind, pushing him more tightly into the pillar. Stiles gasps at the contact not having realised how close Derek had been during his mini freak out.

A soft chuckle from behind sends shivers down his neck as Derek's breath breezes against his sweat soaked skin "not trying to escape are we" Derek whispers teasingly into Stiles' neck, earning a whimper from the Omega "there's no need to be embarrassed Stiles, it's a natural reaction" Derek reassures kindly, clearly having picked up on the Omega's emotions. "Maybe it wasn't the ideal situation with others around but that wasn't the intention when we started, apparently we are both maybe a bit too competitive and combining that with our designations as well as our evident attraction to each other if I am reading things right, well lets just say I am thankful Laura was able to step in and take Isaac for a bit" he whispers whilst pressing soft tentative kisses to Stiles' neck.

Stiles' breath hitches at the words, his heart rate spiking, a shuddered breath quickly turns into a moan as Derek's small kisses turn into a tongue sliding its way up Stiles exposed nape.

"I really need to thank your father for these handcuffs" Derek chuckles wickedly "however I think I will have to confiscate them from Isaac, I am sure we can put them to far better use ourselves" he breathes out, as he presses his hips into Stiles' ass.

Stiles groans whilst thinking he may have very well died and gone to heaven, either that or he is having an amazing dream, as in no way shape or form is Derek Hale grinding, what can only be his very hard denim covered cock, against his ass right now. This does not happen in reality for Stiles, no way, he does not get this lucky. Perhaps he knocked his head or something, he wonders absently, before hands trail their way up his sides over the top of his shirt, meandering around slowly, then reaching to tweak at his already perky nipples. He can't help the guttural groan this causes to erupt from him, his body being super sensitive and having always loved having his nipples toyed with. The reaction is instant, causing him to thrust back desperately against the hot hard girth pressing against him.

Derek groans lewdly "Fuck Stiles, you have no idea how much I want you, I want to devour every inch of this body, defile it in so many many ways and make you scream out my name as you come over and over for me" Derek's hushed voice whispers directly into his ear, pressing kisses to his cheek as he continues to drive Stiles' body wild. God how he wants that, he wants all of that and so so much more.

"Der, please" Stiles moans, his hips jerking sporadically as Derek lets his fingers trail down his chest, hovering at Stiles' waistband, fingers flexing yet not going any further. "Tell me what you want Stiles" Derek encourages from behind, his lips once again pressing kisses up Stiles' neck before nibbling at his ear lobe, sucking it into his mouth causing Stiles to moan wantonly.

"Derek please" Stiles whimpers again, earning a chuckle from the Alpha as he feels Stiles desperately trying to seek friction from between the pillar and his body as he rocks back and forth urgently.

"Use your words sweetheart, I need to know you want this, I won't do anything you don't want so I need you to talk to me, what do you want?" Stiles groans and absently bangs his head against the pillar in despair, goddamn Derek for being the perfect Alpha making sure of everything and making him say actual words. He almost growls as he responds "you, I want you, please Der, please, I need you, anything, everything, all that you said, please Der anything" he ends on a whine, not really able to form more coherent words than that in his desperation.

Thankfully the words of consent do the trick and the Alpha takes pity on him cupping Stiles' cock through his trousers and squeezing it gently. Stiles can feel him smile against his neck "mmm all nice n hard for me aren't you sweetheart, I can scent how wet you are for me too. You gonna present for me like a good boy before I fuck you?" Derek whispers, squeezing harder on Stiles' cock. "Fuck yes, anything you want Der" Stiles moans out, his trousers now entirely drenched in his slick and precum. "That's my good boy" Derek drawls, before he reaches down inside his own trousers to coat his palm in his own precum as he tugs at his own shaft to relieve some of his tension.

He lifts the palm up and presents the precum coated offering in front of Stiles' face, letting the man inhale the Alpha's scent direct from the source of his desires, before ordering him to lick it clean. Stiles instantly complies, he feels suddenly mindless and desperate, willing to do anything so long as it pleases the Alpha. He laps his tongue over the palm moaning at the taste as he greedily sucks down every available drop.

Derek moans filthily as Stiles proceeds to suck on his fingers one by one, deepthroating each individually. "Fuck your good at that, I can't wait to have my cock buried down that slender throat of yours, gonna knot your sexy mouth and make you drink down every drop of my come, gonna keep you under my desk as my own little cock warmer, make use of that beautiful mouth of yours as often as i can".

Stiles groans and desperately humps at Derek's other hand which has all too slowly worked its way inside his trousers, firmly gripping his hot solid flesh and pumping him hard just like he wants.

"That's it sweetheart, take what you need, my desperate little Omega aren't you, gonna come for me Sweetheart, come for your Alpha" Stiles' mouth opens as he groans, nodding eagerly, his jaw widening as he is about to scream out his pleasure but is thankfully cut off by Derek as he clamps his hand over Stiles' mouth to muffle his cries whilst continuing to work Stiles over and through his orgasm, milking Stiles' cock to completion.

It's quiet other than their ragged breathing as Stiles sags back into the Alpha whilst Derek tenderly cradles Stiles' spent cock, caressing it delicately so as not to overstimulate it. Stiles leans his head forward to rest against the wall with a thunk and Derek chuckles wryly. Stiles side eyes him from this position with a sated smile that turns into a groan as Derek carefully withdraws his hand from Stiles' cock and licks up every drop of come he had captured lavisciously, as if it were the nectar of the gods, keeping eye contact with Stiles the entire time. Stiles mumbles something unintelligible to which Derek leans closer and says "what was that sweetheart?"

Stiles' heart thuds at the endearment, fully taking it in this time not having really registered it in the throes of passion, "I said are you trying to kill me" he mumbles, earning a chuffed laugh from the Alpha. "Never sweetheart, I have way too many plans for you for that, I am nowhere near done with you" he says with a wink. Stiles groans and bangs his head against the wall "not helping" he mutters, earning a soft tender laugh from the Alpha.

He hears a click and realises belatedly that Derek has unlocked the handcuffs releasing him. He feels Derek massage his wrists to soothe them from the pressure, before gently turning him around so they are face to face for the first time.

Stiles blushes, somehow more embarrassed now and feeling decidedly vulnerable all of a sudden. Derek reaches up and strokes his hand down Stiles' face before cupping his cheek, "was that ok?" he whispers, looking suddenly nervous and unsure. Stiles' heart clenches in tenderness for the Alpha, he reaches up with his own hand and strokes his fingers over Derek's cheekbones, looking into his eyes he responds with a heartfelt "more than" earning a bunny toothed smile from the Alpha.

Derek leans in and presses his lips to Stiles' own in a tender kiss that is completely the opposite to their previous activities. Stiles grins into the kiss, before he realises that Derek's hard cock is still straining against his trousers. His hands flutter and he reaches down to undo Derek's trousers but Derek grasps his hands within his own stopping him. Stiles pulls back his head about to question or apologise when Derek leans in and presses another kiss to his lips, "not that I don't want to, but I need to go get Isaac from Laura" Derek explains, causing Stiles to smile, nod and sigh wistfully.

"Raincheck?" Stiles asks more confidently than he actually feels, but hopeful after the morning's developments. Derek grins, "oh you can count on it sweetheart" he says, before pulling Stiles in and kissing him in a passionate deep kiss that promises of many many more pleasures to come.

The kiss is devouring, Derek's tongue exploring and claiming every inch of Stiles' mouth with a tenderness and finesse that would be unexpected of an Alpha. Stiles swoons, he actually goddamnit swoons, when Derek pulls back, causing the Alpha to chuckle, then scoop him up into his arms before settling him down on the nearby couch. "I need to get going" Derek begrudgingly says, the longing on his face not reducing in the slightest as he gazes at Stiles.

Stiles smiles fondly at the Alpha who is now kneeling before him and reaches out to cup his cheek, pressing a light kiss to his lips. "It's ok, go, have an epic day with Isaac and bring me back some candy floss" he says with a wink as he leans back. Derek rolls his eyes "we're going to the zoo Stiles not the fair" he responds drily, "they have candy floss at the zoo Der, you clearly haven't been there in a while old man!" Stiles retorts, earning a teasing flick on the nose from the Alpha.

"You oughta watch what you say sweetheart, next time I may not let you come so easily, this old man could drive you insane with desperation if he so wanted" Derek drawls, pleased when he sees Stiles visibly gulp and his eyes dilate.

Not to be deterred Stiles just whispers saucily "promises promises" earning a chuckle from the Alpha, who again leans in to press a kiss to his nose before standing. "I really do have to go now" he says apologetically. Stiles nods "I know, I'll see you soon, have fun Der" Stiles whispers offering a sweet smile his way, "thanks, am sure we will, you take it easy, don't overwork yourself, see you later sweetheart" Derek says fondly before stroking his cheek then forcefully removing his eyes from Stiles and heading out.

Stiles sighs as he hears the doors close leaving him in silence. Today had been surreal but he cannot find it in himself to be disappointed. Who knew a gift to Isaac from his dad could be so beneficial! Stiles looks over at the thank you card Isaac had drawn for his dad earlier in order to say thank you for the gifts as well as the ride in the car. Stiles chortles to himself thinking that maybe he should jokingly add his name to the card now too, after all he definitely got the best gift today.

He smiles leaning back into the couch before groaning as the office phone starts to ring, forcing him to get up, no rest for the wicked he thinks snorting with laughter at the phrasing as he steps to answer the phone, he had definitely been wicked after all and he had every intention of continuing to do so again! With that in mind he answers the call, a grin on his face that remains for the rest of his day as he looks forward to the future for once with eager anticipation.

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Stiles can for once say he actually understands what people mean when they say they are floating on cloud nine.  He swears he literally floats through the remainder of his day at work, a silly smile on his face that doesn't even fade when he takes calls from some of the more obnoxious clients who telephone to make appointments with Derek to discuss security details of their various events.  This is usually the part of the job that Stiles hates, the more 'corporate' side of the business, where the firm actually provides security services for prestigious events, functions and oftentimes specific individuals.  

This is what provides the company's funds after all, so without these types of services, the more discrete operational side of the business would be unable to operate and Omega's everywhere would continue to remain vulnerable.    Due to the elitist career avenues based on designation, these type of clients are almost always Alpha's and sometimes on rare occasions Beta's.  Stiles had been a bit daunted at the start but to be fair to the Hale's they do ensure that anyone whose business they take contracts with has to ensure they have an equal opportunities clause in their organisation's portfolio to reassure that all designations are (or at least should be) treated fairly and equally.  

Obviously this cannot always be guaranteed and Hale's Angels do undertake their own (slightly illegal) security checks to dig into the various organisations or individuals who contact them before they agree to take them on as clients, as to try to ensure they weed out any potential skeletons in the closet that goes against Hale's Angel's main priority and objective. 

However, all the weeding aside, that does not mean that assholes aren't still assholes regardless of their designation or business principles.    More often than not Stiles tends to deal with these types of people with a brand of sarcasm and sass that he knows he is barely getting away with.  In truth it is borderline obnoxious but always airs on the side of polite disrespect so as to not cross the line and generate official complaints.  

Today however he had barely heard the snark or disdain from the handful of people who were blatantly rude to him on the phone.  He was floating in a haze, daydreaming about Derek's lips, Derek's hands on his body, he sighs happily, god he couldn't wait to see him again.  

He had been a little bit concerned that Derek might regret their dalliance once he had left, however he had been reassured by intermittent texts throughout the day from the Alpha, both sharing sweet stories or photos of his escapades with Isaac, interspersed with occasional comments of places he'd like to take Stiles as well as the things he wanted to do to Stiles, Stiles' erratic heart had been racing with excitement pretty much all day at the Alpha's eager openness about wanting to spend time with him in any which way, be it companionable, a date or ….. 

Stiles hums in happiness as he shuts down his computer for the day and picks up his phone grinning at the latest photo Derek has sent of Isaac fast asleep in the backseat of Derek's car, candy floss stuck to his clothes, hair and cheeks, a comment accompanies the image saying "I blame you for this" causing Stiles to snort a laugh.  

He quickly taps out a response "how dare you, all I said was how much I loved candyfloss whenever I went to the zoo, it's not my fault you bought him some", he sees little dots appear almost instantaneously and smiles wider "you knew he would want to try anything you used to love, he idolises you, therefore I blame you, now come clean this sticky mess up!" 

Stiles sniggers to himself and nibbles on his bottom lip contemplating his response before typing "not my fault you can't resist those puppy dog eyes, now be a good Alpha and clean up your pup.  I promise I will help you out with any future sticky messes", he adds a winky face and a devil face and hits send.  

He grins as he imagines Derek's face when he reads that text, knowing he will infer the intendee subtext behind it and hoping that he hasn't gone too far when it takes a while for any response to come through even though he can see it was read almost instantaneously.  He gnaws on his lip worriedly, was that too much? Had Derek maybe taken offence? Fuck had he messed this up already? His hands are twitching at his sides as he waits nervously, holding his breath in anticipation when he sees the dots finally appear ..... "I'll hold you to that sweetheart and if you're a good boy and do a good job I will ensure you get a reward"  Stiles moans when he sees the response, his cock hardening at the subtle promise.  Fuck how is he going to make it to tomorrow without seeing Derek, the man is driving him wild without even being there. 

Before he has a chance to respond his office door bangs open and Jackson rushes in, Stiles jumps looking up quickly to see his friend staggering into the room, hair in disarray and face glistening with sweat, his eyes look wild and they are bleeding red.  "Jacks!" Stiles shouts, rushing over to the Alpha and quickly catching him as the man stumbles over his own feet.  

"Fuck Jacks" Stiles blurts as he inhales and easily scents the Alpha "Jacks your going into your rut, fuck where's Lydia she was going to help you through it wasn't she?"  He panics as Jackson groans in pain, mumbling something as he winds himself around Stiles, taking comfort from the Omega scent that Stiles now lets run naturally, only ever using his suppressant sprays on days Alpha clients are scheduled for appointments.    

"She's not here, visiting her friend in LA" he mumbles out, his breath coming in pants, his body shaking with tremors.  "Shit Jack's I thought you guys planned for this, why the fuck did she go to LA she was meant to be here!" Stiles voices in concern as his hands stroke up and down Jackson's neck, soothing the Alpha with his closeness.  "It's early" Jackson whines and Stiles groans, he knows heats and ruts are fairly on schedule but when you meet your true mate it can mess up your system and clearly Lydia and Jackson had hit that rare jackpot anomoly, fuck it, shouldn't they have realised that?  Wasn't there some kind of internal warning that let you know that you had found the one! Shit this was bad, there was no way Jackson could get through this without her, he would go into rejection if his true mate didn't take care of him this first time, fuck fuckity fuck fuck. 

Stiles braces himself and gathering his thoughts makes a decision, "right Jacks don't worry I will get you home ok, I will drive your car and get you set up in your room and stay with you until Lydia can get there" before he can continue Jackson's voice cracks as he whispers out "she can't, she's not coming" tears running down his face in anguish and devastation.  

Stiles' heart breaks a little at the sight of his best friend and Alpha as he clutches him to him tightly, sending out soothing pheromones that he feels the Alpha sag slightly in relief to, inhaling deeply he whines before nuzzling into Stiles' throat.  

"She will Jacks, she'll come once she knows" he promises "can't is too far" Jackson whimpers and Stiles presses a kiss to his sweaty forehead "she'll be here Jacks I promise, I'll speak to her and Laura and get the Hale jet to pick her up ok, she'll be here! You may have to put up with just me for tonight but she will be here for you Jacks I promise".  Jackson doesn't respond but Stiles feels him nod against his throat and takes that as a tiny win, he needs to get Jackson home and comfortable but he needs to get Lydia sorted and on her way first.   

Somehow he manages to get Jackson settled on the couch in the office as he wraps his own coat around the Alpha, ensuring he has Omega pheromones to breathe in deeply as Stiles makes the calls he needs to.  

Lydia thankfully is only too happy to cut her trip short for her Alpha, she is devastated to learn he has gone into a rut without her around, but equally over the moon to realise they are true mates.  Stiles passes his phone to Jackson so he can talk to Lydia for a bit as he rushes to Laura's office to arrange the transport issues, thankfully Laura is only too happy to help and takes up the mantle to sort any necessary arrangements whilst Stiles looks after Jackson in the interim. 

Returning to his office, Stiles finds Jackson curled around his phone and can hear Lydia's soothing voice coming down the line as she praises her Alpha and promises she will be with him soon.  

With Lydia's help via the phone, Stiles manages to get Jackson down to his car and into the passenger seat as Stiles takes the keys and makes the quickest journey home he can.  

He knows it's going to be a long night but he knows with Lydia's help, albeit over the phone for now, they'll manage to keep Jackson going til morning between them.  Stiles with his cuddles and Lydia with her soothing words will be enough for now, the worst won't hit until tomorrow and by then Lydia will be there.

......

Derek was a mixture of apprehensive and excited as he got to work the following morning. He had had a wonderful day with Isaac the day before, made all the more enjoyable by his intermittent conversations with Stiles via text.  He hadn't wanted to appear over eager, yet at the same time he wanted the man to know just how interested he was in the potential for developing a relationship.  

The texts throughout the day had been amusing, endearing and exciting, however he had never heard back from Stiles after he sent his last text to him and was concerned that maybe he had overstepped and offended the man.  The last thing he would want to do is make him uncomfortable, he had thought Stiles was flirting with him, surely his last text had been an innuendo right?  Or had Derek misunderstood and been inadvertently acting like an Alpha Knothead?  Fuck he hopes he hasn't messed this up before it even began. He would apologise of course but he really didn't want to have caused any distress or offence to the Omega in the first place.   

So when Stiles is an hour late to work Derek is pacing in his office fretting, he had worked himself into such a state that he had called Laura to ask her for advice but had only gotten voicemail.  Where the fuck was everyone?! Was there something going on that Derek wasn't privy to?

He hears the office door open and whips around quickly to see Stiles finally walking into the office.  Derek sighs in relief and rushes forward to greet him, concern etched on his face at the state of the Omega who looks exhausted, clothes in disarray with bags under his eyes.  

As Derek moves closer he comes to a stuttering halt as Stiles looks up at him with a weary smile on his face.  Stiles gives a tired wave whilst yawning and dumping a large holdall on the floor next to his desk.  

Derek swallows heavily almost choking on the scent of Alpha and rut that Stiles is giving off, Stiles' clothes, which he now realises are the same clothes as from yesterday, are saturated in the scent, meaning Stiles has been wrapped around another Alpha for hours upon hours.  The fact he is wearing the same clothes as yesterday indicates he didn't even go home last night.  Is that why he didn't respond to Derek, he was out with another Alpha? Another Alpha in a rut no less! Oh my god he was fucking another Alpha mere hours after he and Derek had finally seemed to be getting somewhere.  How fucking stupid had Derek been?  Of course Stiles wasn't that interested in him, it had just been a one off in the heat of the moment that just spiralled, he clearly meant nothing more to the Omega! There Derek was planning their fucking future and Stiles is off bedding some other fucking Alpha!   God when would he learn not to let anyone get close!

Unknowingly Derek's eyes are flaring red and a low pitched growl is rumbling through his throat as he glowers at Stiles unwittingly.  Stiles had taken a step back the instant Derek's face had changed from welcoming to despair quickly followed by anger, what the fuck was going on?  Had Stiles done something wrong?  Laura had known he was going to be late that morning, was Derek pissed that she had let him stay until Lydia had arrived?  It was only an hour but maybe Derek didn't like being circumvented like that?  Although it had never been an issue before.

He gulps nervously as the Alpha's eyes flare, "Der? Everything ok?  I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't know it would be a problem sorry" Stiles stutters out, wincing as he hears his voice going timid and pleading.  

This was so not how he wanted his first meeting with Derek to go after yesterdays excitement.  He was so fucking tired as well, he had been up all night and he really wasn't in any way ready to deal with a pissed off Alpha and figure out why said Alpha was pissed.  

Disappointment permeates Stiles' soul, he knew he shouldn't have dared to hope, he doesn't get nice things, he should know that by now.  He worries at his lower lip as he watches the Alpha continue to scowl at him before he appears to come back to himself.  

"It's fine" Derek grunts, too angry to get more than those simple words out.  He realises he needs to vacate the room, he can't stay here breathing Stiles' scent mixed with another Alpha's a second longer without losing his mind.  He's at work, he needs to get a grip or regret saying or doing something he shouldn't!  He quickly spins on his heel and marches back into his own office, for once shutting the separating door between them that he likes to leave open in order to feel close to Stiles usually.  But today he doesn't want that, doesn't want to be reminded of what he almost had, what someone else has got. 

The door slams shut separating them and Stiles gulps.  He feels his eyes watering, he feels emotionally rung out after the night he had, Jackson had been in a hell of a state and Stiles had been awake soothing him pretty much all night long.  He had been thankful when Laura had offered to go pick Lydia up when she landed and drop her off at their house so as to save on any other delays.  He had been even more thankful when Laura had offered him the day off to make up for his lack of sleep, however he had been desperate to see Derek even in his exhausted state, so he had insisted on working still.   He had gathered together a bag so he could stay at his dad's for a few days  giving Jackson and Lydia some space and quickly headed into the office, Laura giving him a lift and thankfully only being an hour late in the end.  

He had seen Derek as soon as he stepped through the office door and despite his exhaustion he had felt his heart lift at the sight of the Alpha, only to be quickly disappointed for that to be quickly trodden on in the ensuing aftermath. 

He wipes his eyes, refusing to let his tears fall, he should have known better, in fact he does know better!  Life has taught him over and over he doesn't get what he wants, why would that change now?  He swallows hard and takes a deep breath steadying himself before he settles down at his computer and starts to work, focusing on work right now will distract him from his negative thoughts at least.

Derek had managed to avoid Stiles pretty much all day, which is some feat given the close proximity they work within.  He refused to ask for his assistance with tasks that they would usually work together on and waved him off at any offer Stiles made in getting him a coffee or lunch etc.  

He can still see Stiles of course through his office dividing window and he can see the Omega is working diligently, but he also looks forlorn and exhausted, like a quick breeze could knock him over.  Derek can't help but feel concern for the man but he quickly angers every time those feelings rise, why should he be concerned? He is clearly only exhausted after a night of passion and sad because he's missing whichever Alpha it was that he was with.  Derek was a fool to have thought differently!  With those thoughts in mind he gets up and releases the blinds on the window, blocking Stiles from sight, out of sight out of mind he thinks, but can't help the jolt of regret he feels when he sees Stiles look at him with pure sadness in his eyes before the blinds cut him from his view.

*****

Laura marches into Derek's office at 4pm, door slamming open and ricocheting off the wall.  "Derek we need to talk!" she demands, striding up to his desk and slamming her hands down on the desk between them.  

Unimpressed Derek reclines back in his chair and raises an eyebrow at her, arms crossed against his chest as he waits for her to continue.  Laura huffs, "god you are such a douchenozzle" she groans, earning a scowl from her brother that causes her to snort with laughter.  "Don't look at me like that little brother, you are a fucking douchenozzle for sure, in fact the champion douchenozzle of douchenozzles!  No better yet the grandmaster douchenozzler of all time!" she declares, clearly amused at her own antics.   

"What do you want?" Derek grits out at his sister, eyes sending daggers her way with clear brotherly vengeance in mind.  

"What the fuck have you done to Stiles? That guy was so looking forward to seeing you today he gave up a day off to see you even though he is fucking exhausted and you have repaid him by pretending he doesn't exist?  Come on Der I know you are not that low of a person, what the fuck gives? Why are you treating him like that? We all know you are head over heels for the guy, is this some kind of treat em mean keep them keen ploy? Cos I have to say if it is then that is a shit idea and I will tear you a new one if you hurt him along the way!  You're better than that Derek!  You're better than the Alpha's we take down, so what the fuck gives?" 

Derek scowled at his sister throughout her entire tirade, he contemplates not answering her at all but knows from past experience that that won't get her to drop it, "it's none of your business" he eventually responds with, earning an eye roll from his sister.  "Fuck yeah it is lil bro, I work here too and Stiles is a valued member of staff that I employed, not only that but I care about him as a friend and you may also be surprised to know I care about my douchenozzle of a brother too, so I say again what the fuck gives?"  

Derek snarls at her, raising out of his chair, posturing in the exact same way as her.  Both Alpha's are so focused in glowering at each other that they fail to notice Stiles stood in the doorway watching them, a folder clutched to his chest as he had entered needing both their signatures for a contract, but had ended up frozen in place by the sight before him.  Nervous energy thrums through his body as he watches and listens, afraid to hear what Derek will say about him but unable to tear himself away.

"Tell me!" Laura snarls at her brother, "Tell me why you are being a bigger dick today than any other fucking day?  Yesterday you were the happiest I have seen you in a long while, god Der do you just not want to let yourself be happy is that it?  I know you have had shit luck in the past but seriously Der this isn't the same, you two are made for each other, everyone can see it, why the hell are you fucking this up?  Please Der I'm trying to help you, talk to me, what the fuck is going on?" she pleads.

"Nothing" Derek snaps at her, refusing to give in.  Taking a deep breath Laura tries to calm herself and changes her stance, her face softening as she reaches up to cradle Derek's cheek in her hand looking at her brother fondly.  "Derbear please, what's wrong? Tell me please, it's obvious you're falling for him, so please, what happened between yesterday and today? Tell me and we can fix it together" she whispers, stroking his cheek in a move reminiscent of their late mother.

She's surprised when she sees tears appear in his eyes and his body seem to wilt as he slumps down into his chair, "he doesn't want me" he whispers almost too quietly.  

"What? why would you think that?" Laura asks.  Derek snorts a laugh evidently filled with no humour, "it's my fault I pushed too far, misread the signs clearly" he mutters.  

Laura sits down opposite him and reaches over the desk to take his clenching hands in her own and stroke them tenderly.  

Stiles still in the doorway watching and listening feels his own heart ache at the devastation and anguished pheremones Derek is giving off.  How had he hurt the Alpha that way? Why on earth would he think that?  He needed to fix this, that couldn't be further from the truth.

"Derbear that guy is as crazy for you as you are for him" Laura insists but Derek just shakes his head sadly, "I'd hoped" he says "but he…. I" he stutters to a halt unsure on how to proceed.  Laura squeezes his hands encouragingly, willing him to talk to her, taking a deep breath he looks her in the eyes and tries to explain. 

"You're right I was so happy yesterday, we texted all day, sharing stories and stuff and I kept him updated on Isaac's excitement at the zoo, but then..." he stalls, "but then what Der?" Laura asks softly.  Derek shakes his head self depreciatingly, "I said something stupid and I never heard back from him, I clearly offended him or something, I'm not really sure and I didn't mean to, I thought we were getting along well, really well in fact" he sighs defeated.  "I was going to apologise today. I never meant to overstep with him and I hoped we could still figure things out but he, he…" he stops as he reaches up to wipe his eyes as he realises they had filled up again. 

 "He what Der?" Laura asks in concern, Derek sniffs and shakes his head again.  "Derek Hale tell me right now, what did he do? Did he hurt you? What Der?  I swear to god if he hurt you I'll..." Derek looks at Laura in alarm at those words, quickly shaking his head, "no Laur no, nothing like that, fuck how could you think that" he says, clearly offended on Stiles' behalf.  

Laura frowns confused, "I didn't really think that but you are not explaining so I am jumping to the most obvious conclusions based on the minimal information you are providing, for fuck sake just talk to me, tell me Derek please" she pleads.  

Derek sighs and closes his eyes giving up, knowing his sister will not let this drop.  "He was with another Alpha last night, he obviously doesn't want me because he was with another Alpha last night, " he mumbles begrudgingly, hating how small he feels admitting this to his big sister.

Laura just stares at him mouth agape, "What?" she mutters almost absently, Derek rolls his eyes, frustrated and shamed that he is now having to explain this so clearly, "he was with another Alpha last night.  He was obviously up all night with them.  I could scent them on him, that's why he's so exhausted today.  Not only that but the Alpha was clearly in a rut.  I'm not quite sure why Stiles isn't still with them if I'm honest, maybe he doesn't realise he's entitled to take holidays when helping an Alpha through a rut even if they are not mated, or maybe the Alpha in question only has short ruts. I don't know Laura, believe it or not I didn't ask for the finer details Laur!" he growls out, spitting the last words at her, his anger not aimed at his sister but inwards at himself. 

Laura stares at him gobsmacked and shakes her head at him with exasperated bemusement before reaching out, he thinks to stroke his cheek again, only to firmly smack him around the head.  

Derek recoils and glares at her betrayed, "what the fuck was that for! You fucking asked me to explain, I explained!" he yells, rubbing his head as he swiftly plots to put pepper in her face cream as revenge.    

Laura opens her mouth to speak but turns as she hears Stiles, who is still in the doorway, stagger into the wall behind him, clearly having also heard everything.  

Stiles eyes are wide, he had realised throughout Derek's impassioned speach just how royally he had fucked up and in turn unwittingly screwed them both over.

Fuck he had been such an idiot, why the fuck hadn't he showered or changed his clothes, god almighty everyone knows the etiquette after being close to someone in either a rut or in heat! He had just been so tired, it was all he could do to put one step in front of the other, let alone think of the social niceties.  Derek was a fucking saint!  He had, if anything, under reacted given the circumstances and the way he had clearly been trying to court Stiles before smelling Alpha rut all over him.  Stiles needed to make this up to him, he needed to take away any and all hurt he had inadvertently caused and hope and pray that Derek would understand and that they could get back to exactly where they had been before this shitshow had started.

He takes a step forward, hands held out in supplication, wanting to make amends but is caused to halt when he sees Derek shudder at catching sight of him and quickly moving to step out of his close proximity, actually in all honesty, looking like he wants to flee, but being unable to without going around Stiles. Stiles wavers, his thoughts in disarray, unsure of where to begin to make things right.  Thankfully he is saved by a clearly frustrated Laura.

"Derek Hale don't you dare take another fucking step! We are resolving this right the fuck now!  Fuck you are both fucking idiots!" Laura shouts.  Derek had turned to snarl at his sister but had stopped to gape at the inclusion of Stiles in the comment she made.  He was an idiot, sure, but why was Stiles?  

His bemused expression makes his sister laugh, before she reaches forward and pulls him into a hug.  "Listen Der" she whispers into his ear, before turning to face Stiles, pulling Derek in tight against her as she does so.  "Explain Stilinski!" She orders, "I'm holding him in place so he will stay to listen" she promises, eyebrow raised expectantly, arm now hooked with Derek's own, much to his annoyance. 

Stiles' open and closes his mouth like a fish, a repeated "Stiles!" from Laura causes him to rush his words out in one go"thealphawasjacksonIamsosorryderekididntthinktoshowertowashoffthescent" 

Derek frowns at him confused, not having chance to take in or comprehend the rush of words spouted at him.   Stiles can obviously see Derek trying to figure out exactly what he said and takes pity on him.  He rubs a weary hand across his face then stumbles slightly forward, edging himself closer to Derek, confident that Laura will keep a hold of him and stop him from backing away again.  

"The Alpha was Jackson" Stiles repeats more slowly.  

Derek's face pales at those words, Jackson, Jackson! He knew Jackson was Stiles' Alpha but he thought it was purely platonic, oh my god he had been an even bigger idiot than he even realised!  He almost chokes on the thought and tries to pull away from his sister to no avail, she had always had a knack for getting her own way and shakes her head in annoyance as she keeps him pinned in place.  

"Explain better Stiles!" she orders, and Derek is pleased to see it's not just him who is annoying his sister today.  

Stiles is flummoxed by the fact that his words that were aimed to offer relief, had in fact appeared to make the situation worse.  He is honestly bemused until he realises that Derek thinks he was with Jackson in that way! Oh my fucking god they were both fucking idiots! 

Stiles chokes on his own spit in his hurry to get his words out and take that expression off of Derek's face.  "No no no Derek, no sex was had, no sex, zero sex, nada on the sex!  Also no kissing was had either I hasten to add, he's my bro, my bud, my bestie, my bff!! I was just staying with him for comfort until Lydia could get back.  She was in LA and he went into a rut early, which means they're true mates so yay for that and them but no Der no I promise, I just stayed with him Der, he was in a bad way and he needed an Omega for comfort until Lyds could get there to ya know do the dooo.  I'm sorry I didn't text you back yesterday, I was just about to reply but Jackson like fell into our office and pretty much collapsed, he was in a hell of a state, so then I got all distracted trying to help him and get stuff and yes we ended up having lots of cuddles but that was all I promise, total friend zone cuddles Der! I mean ewwwww sex with Jackson noooo!  I mean even if he had been absolutely desperate and Lydia couldn't get back in enough time to help him then that still would have been way to gross man! It's practically illegal, it would have been like incest!! Gross Der! Sure I would have found him someone else to help but thankfully your awesome sister stepped up and was able to swoop in with your Hale private jet and bring Lydia back pronto! She even picked her up from the airport this morning and delivered her like the prettiest happy meal to Jacks this morning.   I was just late because, well if I'm honest, I had like zero sleep last night, then this morning I had to set up the house with all the necessities they might need food, then pack a bag to make myself scarce for the next couple of days.  Now I'm seriously regretting the fact that in my sleep deprived state it meant that I forgot to shower and change my clothes! I mean Laura you didn't even let on that I stunk when I got in your car and I obviously thought you had updated Derek on why we were both late this morning, so I am totally part blaming you for this!  But Der I promise I'm not having sex with Jackson, or any other Alpha for that matter, well maybe hopefully you if we can get over this like I wanna and you will forgive me for making your Alphaness go haywire all day and jeez will someone stop me from talking please...." 

Laura is snort laughing at the absurdity of Stiles' very detailed explanation and taking pity on him wide eyes and all quickly clamps her hand over his mouth to stop his rambles from continuing.  She feels him smile in thanks against her palm and she fondly shakes her head at him, both of them then looking at Derek.   

Derek is gazing at both of them, that was a lot of information to take in in one go, he feels like he needs to do a factory reset on his brain whilst he takes on board everything, but ultimately the main things shine through.  Stiles didn't get a chance to text him back; it wasn't that he had offended him and was being ignored. Stiles wasn't interested in any other Alpha and hadn't slept with any other Alpha.  There was in fact a very real possibility that they could still be more and by god Derek swears he is not going to let himself fuck this up again. 

"Stiles" he says and pauses, unsure of quite what to say, the expression on his face is both hopeful and apprehensive.  

Laura shakes her head fondly at her brother and nudges Stiles, clearly indicating that he needs to make the first move with a wiggle of her eyebrows in Derek's direction.  Stiles shoves her good naturedly and then drawing in all his courage walks up to Derek, wrapping his arms around Derek's waist and pulling him flush against him, head raised he looks up into Derek's eyes that are gazing down at him with hopeful wonder.  He smiles up at the Alpha, quickly earning a radiant smile in response, full bunny teeth on show that makes his own smile wider.  

He shakes his head fondly, "your sister's right, we are idiots" he says, earning a huffed laugh from Derek, before he reaches up wrapping a hand around Derek's neck and gently pulls him down so that their lips almost align, clearly waiting to see if Derek pulls away.

The press of Stiles' lips on his own feels like coming home to Derek, god he had feared he would never feel this again.  He had started to think that it had only been a one off and hated that he had known no other kiss would ever live up to it, he was already addicted. He reaches down to scoop his arms under and around Stiles' waist and lifts, pulling the Omega up into his arms, wanting him as close as possible, wanting to rub his scent all over the Omega and wash away the stench of Jackson.  

Stiles quickly adjusts, swiftly wrapping his legs around the Alpha as the kiss moves on from reassurance to passionate.  Lost in each other they forget they are not alone until a throat clears behind them, bringing them both quite rapidly back to reality.  Their lips part quickly begrudgingly and Stiles drops his legs back to the ground instantly, however he's pleased to notice that Derek doesn't let go of his hold on Stiles, the gesture making him feel warm inside, as he reaches to cluth the Alpha's hand in his own. 

Laura is grinning at them and starts to clap gleefully "ahhh my work here is done, glad to know my baby brother still listens to me at times" she teases, earning an eye roll from Derek.  

Begrudgingly he says "sometimes it pays off but don't let it go to your head" he teases.  Laura chuckles, "as if! Now as I am an awesome boss and to make up for my part in this whole convoluted mess I will let you both finish early for the day.  Be sure to have a shower though Stiles, you still reek of Jacks!" she declares before she tosses her hair and struts out of the room.  

"I'm the boss too Laur! Plus it's already the end of the work day!"  Derek hollers after her, earning a cackle from his retreating sister.  

Stiles smiles up at him, "your sisters got a weird way of apologising" he sasses, earning a chuckle from Derek before he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Stiles' lips.  "I'm so sorry Stiles, I behaved terribly today, I should have..." but Derek doesn't get to finish what he is saying as Stiles presses his finger to Derek's lips stopping his words.  

"It's fine Der, we're good, let's just pretend like today never happened ok, we were both idiots after all and apparently I really do stink.  I so wish someone had told me earlier....." He pauses dawning horror on his face, "oh my god that's why they were all staring at me at the Deli, I must have stunk out the place! I can never go there again!! Maaaaan I loved that plaxe" he whines as a faint blush spreads across his cheeks.   

Derek grins, and pulls him in for a hug, "you can shower at mine if you like?" he suggests, earning a cheeky grin from the Omega.  "Yeah?" he asks, "Definitely" Derek confirms, "you're welcome to stay with me and Isaac too until Jackson's rut is over if you like, we have ample space and rooms to spare, plus we can car share to work" Derek offers, having to stop himself from listing even more reasons that Stiles should stay. 

A bright smile spreads over Stiles' face at the Alpha's offer, he had planned on going to his father's but he hadn't discussed it with him yet and this was an opportunity he didn't want to miss out on "I'd love that Der thank you" he says sincerely, earning a radiant smile from Derek.  "Come on then, lets grab your stuff. I need to get going and go pick up Isaac, he will be exstatic to see you".

Stiles quickly grabs his bag and meets Derek at the office door, they quickly make their way downstairs saying farewell to colleagues on route, many of them seem to be smirking at them with knowing looks in their eyes, obviously having clocked the chemistry between the pair in the recent months and happy to see them both together.  Derek just nods and smiles politely but Stiles waves and effusively says goodnight to everyone, his giddiness somewhat infectious, making the Alpha join in as they make their way through the building much to their coworkers glee.  

When they get in the car Stiles settles his bag at his feet as Derek start's the engine, they pull out onto the street and Derek reaches across to hold onto Stiles' hand, pulling it up to his lips and pressing a tender kiss to it, before returning it to his lap, maintaining his hold on it between gear changes.  

God the Alpha was a sweetheart, Stiles thinks.  He looks down at his phone as a text from Lydia appears to check he has somewhere to stay and to let him know Jackson's doing ok. He manages to one handily respond to her to let her know he is staying with Derek and then quickly closes out of the message thread.  

He notices the last message he had off Derek from yesterday and smiles, he looks up at the Alpha teasingly and says, "oh just so you know, I promise to be a good boy while I stay with you and clear up any messes, maybe we can discuss what reward I can get?"  Derek almost chokes at the words from Stiles' mouth, it is one thing to have the conversation via text, but another to hear the teasing words direct from the Omega's mouth.  He feels his cock harden instantaneously in his trousers at the mere thought of the rewards he could dole out on the divine body sat next to him. He can't help his eyes flaring as he gazes across at the Omega, attention torn between Stiles and the road.  

Stiles chuckles smugly clearly knowing the effect he has had.  Leaning across into Derek's space he slides his hands down Derek's chest teasingly, trailing them down into his lap and lightly squeezing the Alpha's length through his trousers.  Derek groans desperate for more contact as Stiles leans further into his space, face flush against his own as he reaches with his lips to whisper softly in his ear "I'll take that as a yes".  Derek snarls and presses his foot firmly on the accelerator, causing Stiles to chuckle as he is suddenly thrown back into his own seat, "hmmm someone's eager" Stiles teases, smirking to himself in anticipation, this is going to be a fun couple of days.

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Isaac had been ecstatic when Stiles had arrived with Derek to pick him up from Cora's, who had been the one to pick him up from school that day. He bypassed Derek entirely leaping straight into, Stiles' thankfully, already open arms and nuzzled him close. Bouncing up and down in his arms with excitement once he found out that Stiles would be staying with them for a couple of days, professing that it was gonna be the best sleepover party ever. Cora had snickered knowingly waggling her eyebrows at Derek and Stiles in cheeky agreement, but thankfully didn't say any of the thoughts she was really thinking, what with Isaac in hearing distance. She did however wish them a fun filled sleepover, sending a knowing wink their way as they left.

On the journey to Derek's, Isaac had regaled Stiles with his stories from their recent trip to the zoo and then went on to tell him how he had made friends with a boy named Corey in his class at school. Corey was also an Omega so the two had instantly bonded, finding reassurance with each other. With Corey as a new pal they had quickly bonded with another duo, Mason and Liam, neither of whom had presented yet, but based on their descriptions would likely both be Beta's.

Stiles was overjoyed for the young boy who had been so fearful of school after the recent incidents he had suffered at the bullies hands and was relieved he was finally coming out of his shell and making friends with no further incidents occurring.

Stiles glances up at Derek to take in his reaction to his son's comments and the soft look on the Alpha's face as he keeps flicking a glance to Isaac in his rear view mirror makes Stiles' heart melt all the more. Derek, clearly feeling eyes on him, glances across at Stiles and smiles, reaching across and squeezing his hand before returning his hand to the wheel.

Isaac oblivious to the adults reactions keeps talking until they get home. "Stiwes Stiwes come see my room, it's big and pwetty and daddy said it was all mine when I cames to live here, but you's can play with me there don't worry!" Isaac's eagerness had not died down much to the adults' amusement throughout their dinner. Dinner of which was pizza that Derek had picked up from a drive through on their way home for ease.

Isaac tugs on Stiles' hand clearly trying to get him to move faster, "alright buddy, let me just help your daddy clean up and I will be right with you ok" Stiles says, trying to appease the youngster but also not take advantage of Derek's generosity at the first instance. Derek however puts pay to that "It's fine Stiles go, this is easy to tidy up so I can do it by myself no problem, unless that is you want to relax a bit then if that's the case you can check out Isaac's room later as I'm sure Isaac can wait a bit" Derek says with an expectant glance at his son. Isaac's lower lip juts out sulkily but he nods at his father in agreement, though clearly disappointed.

Of course there is no way that Stiles can let down that little face, so he quickly says "heck no I wanna check out my lil dude's epic pad! Come on Isaac lead the way, I bet I can guess which is your room just from the outside" Stiles says, earning a squeal of joy from the boy who quickly launches himself towards the stairs, tugging Stiles' hand to follow him.

"No running on the stairs!" Derek hollers, earning a quick response of "I know daddy" from Isaac, to which Derek pops his head around the doorway to watch them make their way up the stairs and says "I know you do baby, I was talking to Stiles", earning a giggle from Isaac and a mock affronted look from Stiles, quickly followed by the Omega sticking his tongue out at him, causing Isaac to giggle again.

Derek goes back to the kitchen to carry on cleaning up after their dinner, he can hear the two of them chattering upstairs, Isaac clearly showing Stiles around and introducing him to all his favourite toys and playsets. Derek smiles, he feels at peace for the first time in a long time, he had been blessed in having Isaac and had been content that having Isaac was more than enough to count as his happily ever after. He had wondered for a while whether he was being greedy to want Stiles too, but hearing them both interact together and knowing the pure joy Stiles brings to both himself and Isaac, it's clear that Stiles may be the perfect final piece to their little family, he only hopes he is worthy of such an Omega.

Derek takes his time downstairs, wanting to give Stiles and Isaac some alone time together as they both always seem to enjoy their quality bonding. He had popped his head around the door a couple of times and been enamoured to see them both sprawled out on their bellies on the floor playing with Isaac's Batman lego sets. Isaac was a little too young for the sets he liked so struggled to put them together without Derek's help but it looked like he had found another helper in Stiles, who was efficiently building the bat cave whilst Isaac found him the various pieces he needed, getting more and more excited the further along the structure came.

Derek ducked back out leaving them to it, utilising the opportunity to get some chores out of the way. At 7:30 he ducks his head back in to let Isaac know it's time for him to start getting ready for bed, earning the expected whine of dismay. But thankfully with Stiles' encouragement and offer to help Isaac get ready then read him a bedtime story the whining gets cut short and Derek leaves them to it again. Whilst Isaac gets changed and settles, Derek busies himself downstairs after promising to return for bedtime cuddles and kisses once Isaac has had his story time.

Derek doesn't in fact wait for story time to be over, instead he hovers outside of the door out of their line of sight watching the heartwarming scene of Stiles scooched up with Isaac on the bed, reading him a few chapters of Fantastic Mr Fox, Isaac's favourite story. God Derek want's this so bad, this is how it feels to have a family, this is how it feels to be happy he realises in awe, as he watches the two of his boys enwrapped in each other and the tale Stiles is weaving using various voices and sound effects much to Isaac's joy.

When Stiles has finished the few chapters he reads, Isaac shows him the stuffed fox he had been cuddling throughout. "Is this Fantastic Mr Fox?" Stiles asks, shaking the stuffed toys paw with a formality that makes Derek shake his head fondly. Isaac is shaking his head "nuh uh dis is Stiwes". Stiles looks surprised at that and then clearly moved, there is no way the animal isn't named after him, it's not exactly a common name after all.

"Is it indeed? Stiles huh, that's definitely a name for a handsome fella who is charismatic, brave and fierce, he must be your most funny and charming companion?" Derek shakes his head in fond exasperation, honestly Stiles never failed to amuse him. Isaac however is a mix of nodding and shaking his head. "Noooo Stiwes is pwetty and kind and loyal and gives da bestest cuddles, he always makes me feels better when I's is sad, he's funny and cute and he's my bestest bestest fwiend" Isaac declares fiercely.

Derek can clearly see that Stiles is overwhelmed by such sweet words that clearly also describe how Isaac see's him, tears glisten in his eyes, he's struggling to speak being so choked up. "Is he huh, he sounds very special" he says, blinking his eyes rapidly to stave off the tears..

Taking pity on him and unable to just stand and watch any longer Derek steps into the room gaining both of their attention, he walks over to the bed and squeezes Stiles' shoulder, before leaning over and pressing a kiss to Isaac's cherubic cheeks. Sitting down with them on the bed he reaches for Isaac's fox, pressing a kiss to his button nose much to Isaac's delight. "He is very special isn't he Issy, your a lucky pup to have him aren't you?" Derek says whilst looking at Stiles, earning a soft smile from the Omega. Isaac nods in agreement, "yes daddy, I's da luckiest pup in da world, I's gets to keeps him forever and ever as my bestest fwiend" he declares, squeezing the little fox in his arms. "That you do pup, hopefully that means I get to keep him too" Derek says softly, more for Stiles' ears. The message clearly received as the Omega reaches across and squeezes Derek's hand in agreement, a tender look in his eyes.

"Now I think it's time for little pups to be entering the dream world don't you, what's say I read you another chapter with Stiles here to make his special sound effects and then you close those little eyes and try to get some sleep" Derek bargains, already aware that the boy would be unwilling to go to sleep immediately without some kind of persuasion. Isaac sighs but clearly thinks it over and realises it's worth the deal. "Okaaaaay, but can Stiwes do da voices too, theys better than yours daddy" Derek gasps mock offended causing a giggle from his little boy, "you drive a hard bargain pup but I'm sure Stiles will be more than happy to oblige" Derek says, earning a nod from the Omega. They quickly settle Isaac between them both, fully tucked in with his fox and as Derek reads, Stiles participates when needed, all the while stroking Isaac's head, soothing him and lulling him off to sleep.

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After Isaac is asleep, Derek and Stiles return downstairs, in mutual agreement to keep the noise down for a short while so as not to disturb the pup, settling in to just watch the television whilst sat on on the sofa cuddling, neither wanting to risk their voices waking the boy before he is in a deeper slumber.

Derek sits lengthways on the sofa, Stiles settled between his legs, back leaning against Derek's front with Derek's arms wrapped snugly around him. Whilst they have the tv on it's clear that they are both lost in thought, going over the day's events in their minds. "Thank you" Derek whispers against Stiles' ear eventually, having deemed it safe to talk, but causing Stiles to twist in his arms and look at him with puzzlement on his face "for what?" Derek smiles at him, reaching up to stroke his cheek tenderly, Stiles instinctively leaning into it and nuzzling his palm. "For being you, for everything you are. I'm sorry about today and yes I know we agreed to put it behind us and I will, but please know Stiles the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you. Even when I was hurt and upset earlier I couldn't bear to see the sadness in your eyes, I wanted to take it away even if it meant sending you into another Alpha's arms. But I was weak, I wanted you for myself alone and I couldn't do it. If I'd said something it could have been resolved earlier, you'd have realised what I thought and...." Stiles leans in and presses a soft kiss to Derek's lips, instantly silencing him.

Pulling back Stiles looks at him and cradles his face in his palms, "Derek Hale you are the sweetest kindest Alpha I have ever known, yes things could have gone better earlier but none of that was your fault, given what you thought had taken place the way you acted was astounding after what had happened between us the day before. You did nothing wrong Der, please don't think that okay, this wasn't on you. All we can do is learn from it and ensure we actually talk things through in the future if anything is bothering us to avoid misunderstandings ok" Derek nods in agreement, turning his face to press kisses to Stiles' fingers individually.

The move is sweet at first, soft and adoring, however as Derek slides his entire mouth over one finger time and time again, lapping and sucking at each digit in turn, the air between them gets heavy and heated. Stiles rolls over so that he is fully facing Derek on the sofa, both their fronts pressed close together, erections evident in the hardness against each of their hips.

Stiles moans in desire, the lust in Derek's eyes making his hole flutter and leak. Derek inhales, catching the wave of his scent in the air and growls, pulling Stiles up and grinding against him before pulling him in for a heated kiss.

They make out on the sofa, grinding against each other for a while before things start to become too uncomfortable for them. "Der, maybe we should uh, maybe we should take this elsewhere" Stiles pants in breaths between kisses. "mmmhmm" Derek mumbles, too busy devouring the Omega to move right this second.

They continue as they were for a few more minutes, but Stiles is leaking fully through his trousers now soaking him entirely, his dick is pressed painfully against his zipper and he needs to get his trousers off. "Der come on, we need to....uhhhn.....we need to move...ohhhh fuck uhnn ....Der we need to move please". Derek growls but reacts this time, making short work of lifting Stiles up and removing them both from the sofa, lifting Stiles into his arms and over his shoulder as he legs it for the stairs, unwilling to waste any time in devouring the Omega.

Stiles snickers at the Alpha's reaction, "I thought we couldn't run on the stairs Der" he teases, unable to resist tormenting the Alpha some, Derek is clearly too far gone to say words right now and simply swats Stiles' behind with his hand, earning a laugh mixed with a moan from the Omega.

Entering Derek's room, Derek closes the door quickly, locking it and carefully places Stiles down on his back on the bed. "Bratty Omega" he growls, as he crawls on top of him, throat rumbling as he leans down to nibble and suck at Stiles' neck.

Stiles groans with pleasure and hums in agreement, "you uhhn, you seem to like me being bratty" he drawls in response, earning a huffed snort from the Alpha who pulls back and gazes down at the man laid out before him, shaking his head in mock despair, earning a cheeky grin from Stiles in return.

Derek pulls back and makes short work of removing all of his clothes. Stiles had been bereft at the loss of contact at first until he saw the reason behind it and started to strip himself too, unwilling to waste a second longer of not feeling the Alpha's body directly against his own.

As Stiles shimmies out of his trousers and boxers he squeaks as hands quickly manhandles him into being face down on the bed, his legs are quickly spread and before he has time to register the movement Derek's face is plunged between his arse cheeks, tongue lapping at his soaked hole, causing the Omega to whine in pleasure. "fffuck Deerrr" Stiles moans aloud, earning a growl from behind as Derek uses his hands to spread his cheeks wider, burying his tongue fully into his tight channel, pistoning his tongue and lapping his inner walls.

Derek pulls back, chin coated in Stiles' slick and gazes dazedly down at the feast before him, he can't help the guttural growl he lets out which in turn seems to produce even more slick from the wanton looking Omega. "Tastes better than I thought, fuck I've been desperate to taste every inch of you" Derek pants out, as he pulls on his cock in desperate need to stave off some of the need for friction and his desire to come.

Stiles looks back over his shoulder at what Derek is doing and moans in awe at the sight of the Alpha, "ffffuck Der, need you, fuck need you so bad, fuck me Der please". Derek's eyes lock with Stiles' Alpha red flaring and causing Stiles' own eyes to flare in response. With a groan Derek crawls up Stiles body, resting his cock between Stiles' cheeks as he ruts against him, leaning forward to pull Stiles into a deep dirty kiss as he grinds against him, coating himself in the delectable juices.

Stiles moans against Derek's mouth, tasting himself and feeling so deliciously dirty and desperate. Never before has he wanted to be filled by an Alpha, never before has he wanted to be fucked so animalistically. He knows they should maybe take their time but fuck he doesn't want that right now, he just want's Derek to take him, to take what's offered and devour him.

Feeling way too empty and desperate for more Stiles pushes up onto his elbow, nudging the Alpha off of him slightly and pulls himself up onto his knees, spreading his legs, blatantly presenting for the Alpha.

A gutteral snarl can be heard from Derek and Stiles sees his claws pop out tearing at the bedsheets as he tries to reign himself in. "Cccareful Stiles" Derek all but growls, he wanted to make their first time going all the way special for the Omega, didn't want him to think it was just about sex, it was so much more for him, but he is struggling to maintain control, his baser instincts are being toyed with and he has never before been this desperate to fuck, but he is worried about hurting him, his wolf is taking over and Derek is holding on by a thread.

Stiles can clearly see the thoughts running through Derek's brain, he sits up and twists, cupping his hands around the Alpha's face, locking eyes with him so he can clearly see his open honesty as he says "I trust you Der, you won't hurt me", Derek blinks, amazed and humbled by this beautiful Omega giving so much control over to him. "Sss Stiles" he tries again, wanting to err on the side of caution. A finger however is placed over his lips. "I want you Der, please, take me, fuck me Der, fuck me like you want to and don't hold back" Stiles says passionately before regaining his original position and presenting once again for the Alpha, head tilted back, neck exposed in submission.

With a snarl Derek lunges forward, somehow retracting his claws in time for when his body makes contact with Stiles so that he can pull him into the position he wants and presses his length against the Omega's quivering hole.

Derek mouths at Stiles' neck, nibbling and biting causing the Omega to gasp in pleasure as he presses inside. Devouring heat draws him deeper, fuck Stiles is tight he thinks but is pleased when he opens up easily for him, taking him so well as he pushes back, desperate to feel Derek's length filling him completely.

Fully seated Derek pants against Stiles' neck managing to contain himself for one last moment before the wolf takes over.
He presses surprisingly soft kisses to Stiles' face as he cups his head at an angle. Stiles clenches around him and Derek's control snaps. With a snarl his wolf takes the reins and wrapping his arms tightly around Stiles' waist he withdraws, before slamming back in savagely. Thrusting in and out, gaining speed and snapping his hips harshly against the Omega.

The only sounds to be heard for some time are wet slapping noises along with panting breaths as Stiles surrenders to the Alpha, his body floating in ecstasy, fuck his wolf has some stamina. He is so close to coming he feels like he is being edged over and over and over. His body is super sensitive and he's desperate to tumble off that edge now, the stimulation driving him insane.

He reaches beneath him to tug at his cock, needing the extra contact to send him over the edge but is slapped away by Derek's hands, a growled out "mine!" from the Alpha makes Derek's intentions clear and Stiles whines, "please Alpha please, I need it please" he begs, uncaring of how he sounds. A second growl causes him to whimper thinking that the Alpha isn't going to let him, but instead Derek's hand clamps firmly around Stiles' cock and pumps it hard, roughly in time with his thrusts, causing Stiles to drop open his mouth in a silent blissful scream at the intensity.

His inner walls are tightening sporadically now, spasming and he knows his orgasm is fast approaching, a tug at his rim lets him know that Derek's knot has started to form and he lets out a gutteral moan "oh fuuuuuuuuck yes Der, knot me, knot me please!" he cries out.

The Alpha spurred on increases his pace and Stiles' world is rocked off kilter as Derek uses his other hand to roughly pull and tug at Stiles' nipples. His eyelids flicker at the intense sensations washing over his body as Derek's knot fills out, panting in desperation now, Stiles is about to hit his orgasm as Derek locks into place inside of him. The stretch is intense, almost painful but its mind blowing.

Stiles' world whites out for a minute as he starts to come in spurts over the mattress below him, feeling the Alpha coming deep inside him only drives his orgasm to a higher intensity, made even better by the whispered "mine" against his ear as his Alpha turns his head to pull him into a passionate kiss.

Stiles kisses back with the best of his ability, he is almost entirely wiped out but in the best way ever, he knows he is being sloppy with his attempts but Derek doesn't seem to mind, pressing kisses over his face as his adrenalin starts to wind down and his knot pulses intermittently with lesser orgasms.

Exhausted Derek rolls onto his side, pulling the Omega with him so he is wrapped around him, cradling Stiles within his arms. He has never had such an intense experience in his life before, it was animalistic and desperate and it just felt right. He's so grateful this Omega came into his life and disrupted it in the best way, he hopes he can be worthy of him as he needs him, he wants him and he already knows he doesn't want to live without him.

He senses the Omega drifting off into a contented sleep in his arms and smiles, this was all he had ever wanted and more. Pressing a tender kiss to Stiles' cheek he strokes his finger down his pale skin and can't help but once again whisper "mine" in hope. Stiles nuzzles and purrs against him causing him to smile and when a whispered "yours" is said in response Derek swears he feels his own heart skip a beat.

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Derek had been awake for the last half hour pleasantly taking in the perfect morning as he listens to Isaac playing quietly in his room with his toys.  

He gazes down at the Omega wrapped cosily within his arms and smiles fondly. Stiles has yet to wake, they had woken in the middle of the night and had a more leisurely round of sex before cleaning themselves up and donning their boxers, re-opening the bedroom door so that it was ajar enabling Isaac to come into his daddy’s room in the morning like he would routinely do after having played quietly for a little while.

It’s 7am and Derek is blissfully enjoying this tiny bit of domestic bliss when a loud snore suddenly erupts from Stiles, causing the Omega to jump, jerking himself awake at the nose.  

Derek can’t help himself, his body shakes with laughter which he tries to muffle out of politeness, but Stiles can obviously feel the rumbling movement. Stiles jerks his head upwards at Derek and scowls, before playfully punching him on his pec. “Jerk” he grumbles, earning a more vocal laugh from the Alpha, who proceeds to lean down and press a soft kiss to Stiles’ nose.  

“Morning to you too sleeping beauty” he teases, earning a poked out tongue in response, quickly followed up by Stiles pushing himself up so that he can press his lips against Derek’s own. “Morning Alpha” Stiles whispers against his lips, his body pressed flush against his, morning wood rutting against Derek’s thigh. 

Derek can’t contain the growl that rumbles through him at the greeting and the feel of this Omega, his Omega he secretly thinks, pressed so closely to him, scent so strong and addictive.  

Stiles chuckles clearly having gained the response he wanted, earning a scowl in return from the Alpha who realises he is being purposefully tormented. “Brat” he sasses, before reaching down to tweak Stiles’ nipple, causing the Omega to gasp and thrust more desperately against his thigh. 

Derek pulls his hand away quickly and Stiles whines, “Derrrr no fair” he mumbles, earning a soft chuckle from the Alpha. “Later” Derek promises with a tender kiss to his forehead, “Isaac’s awake and he will no doubt be bombarding us soon, in fact I am amazed he hasn’t come in just yet” Derek says contemplatively.  

Stiles grumbles at the lack of further contact but it’s only half hearted, he too does not want to risk getting caught in any compromising position by the pup.  

“Maybe he’s waiting for me to go get him” Stiles wonders, “I did say I would make him pancakes for breakfast so perhaps he’s been waiting for me to get up?”

Derek considers that but is surprised if that’s the case that his pup hasn’t already gone and woken Stiles up in his eagerness for the pancake promise to be fulfilled. Saying that Isaac knows that he has to wait until the clock on his wall has hands at a specific time before he can wake up his daddy in the mornings, that is unless he is frightened or unwell of course, so he is probably affording the same courtesy to Stiles.   

Sure enough when the clock hit’s 7:15 Derek hears his pups bedroom door open and the scamper of little feet in the hallway. Stiles and Derek smirk at each other in anticipation and push themselves up so that they are sat with their backs against the headboard waiting on his arrival. 

Surprisingly however the pup scampers past Derek’s room and carries on down the landing. They look at each other in surprise but cock their heads to listen to see what he is up to. They hear him head down the stairs and the kitchen door open and close and wonder if maybe Isaac has gone to see if Stiles is in the kitchen preparing the breakfast already. However as they go to rise to go greet him they hear his scampering feet running back up the stairs. The guest room door in the hallway opens, quickly followed by the other, only to be followed by a little whimper and then a shouted “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” as Isaac runs down the hall barging into Derek’s room, the door bouncing off the wall as Derek rushes to catch hold of his little boy in his arms. “Baby what’s the matter, what’s wrong?” Derek asks, chest rumbling as he tries to automatically soothe his son, one hand cradling him against him and the other stroking his hair. 

Little sniffles make Stiles’ heart ache as he watches from beside the bed where he had moved to whilst letting Derek console his boy. “Stiwes has gone, he’s gone daddy, he dusna wanna be Issy’s fwiend and make panscakes with me, he’s susposed to still be here but he’s not there an I’s wanted to susprise him.” 

Both Derek and Stiles’ eyes lock, clearly both having had their hearts ache at the pup’s words. “Baby Stiles is still here, he hasn’t gone baby” Derek soothes his upset child, pressing kisses to the crown of his head. “Nuh uh, I’s checkedded daddy, he’s not in aunts Cora’s or Laura’ses rooms, I’s checked” Isaac says, pulling back to look Derek in the eyes as he announces this fact, wiping at his eyes, lower lip wobbling all the while. 

“Oh baby, no he’s not, but that’s because Stiles is here, see” Derek says encouragingly, turning the boy in his arms so he can clearly see Stiles stood at the foot of the bed waiting for him with a little wave.  

“STIWESSSSSSSSSSSSS!” Isaac screams, launching himself from his father’s arms, into the waiting arms of the Omega, who catching him scoops him up and whirls him around, before pressing kisses all over his cherubic little face causing him to giggle. “Of course I’m still here Issy, I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye to my favourite boy now would I, especially when I promised him pancakes for breakfast!” Stiles declares “now what’s this about me not being your friend no more. I never want you to think that again baby boy, you are my bestest friend ever and that’s never gonna change ok” he says sincerely, wanting the child to understand he never has to worry about that again, he knows how let down he has been in the past by adults and he doesn’t plan on being another in that category.  

Isaac nods “I’s sowwy Stiwes, I’s got scared as you’s makes me happy just like daddy an I’s never wants daddy to go away too” he says quietly, eyes flicking between both the adults. 

“Oh baby boy daddy is here for keeps ok, so you never have to worry about that either ok” Derek says, reaching for the boy and nuzzling him between them, scent marking him so that he smells of them both to help with the feelings of belonging and safety. 

“Now then, before Stiles makes good on his promise of pancakes what’s this surprise you were trying to find him for baby?” Derek asks intrigued.  

Isaac, clearly remembering now, kicks his legs in excitement to get down and shouting “one sec” runs from the room. Stiles and Derek look at each other amused only for their eyes to soften when Isaac walks back in with a plastic child’s cup filled with orange juice in one hand and a rose (which is clearly from a bunch of flowers in the kitchen that Cora had bought recently) clutched in his other.  

It’s obvious the young boy had been trying to wake Stiles up with the items as a surprise and Stiles’ heart completely melts when he offers them proudly out to him. “Oh pup this is so sweet thank you baby boy I love it” he gushes honestly, taking them in his own hands, having a sip of the juice and a sniff of the flower, before handing them to Derek to hold so he can squish Isaac to him tightly and pepper him with kisses.

Isaac giggles, pleased to have made the Omega so happy. “I’sa wanted to gives it you in beds buts I didn’t know you’s had a sleepover party with daddy sowwy” Isaac says chewing on his lip as if the thought is onlyjust registering that Stiles had slept in the same room as his dad.  

He frowns scowling at both the adults, crossing his arms across his chest sulkily, lower lip stuck out. Stiles and Derek exchange a puzzled gaze, “what’s up pup?” Derek asks, pulling both Stiles and Isaac into his lap as he sits on the bed.  

Isaac remains scowling at them both. “You’s hads a party without Issy, you’s be mean, Issy likes partys an wants sleepovers wiv Stiwes too!” Isaac grumbly says.  

The adults exchange an amused glance. Derek raises an eyebrow at Stiles who gives a subtle nod in return clearly knowing his intent. “I am so sorry baby, that was mean of daddy wasn’t it, hows about tonight we all have a sleepover party in daddy’s bed together and watch a film with popcorn?” Isaac’s frown turns so quickly into a radiant grin that it causes both adults to chuckle, “we’sa watch Nemo?” Isaac asks excitedly, bouncing up and down excitedly. 

 “Sure thing pup” Stiles says, “now how about those pancakes?” With a squeal Isaac jumps down and rushes from the room running for the stairs. “No running on the stairs!” Derek shouts, hearing the boy quickly slow down. Derek smiles, looking to Stiles he leans in and presses a soft kiss to his lips, Stiles cups his face and presses his nose against Derek’s nuzzling him tenderly, both content in the moment, only made better when a hollered “Stilesssssss!! Come onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!! Me wants pancakes!!!!!!!!” comes from the impatient pup in the kitchen, which causes them both to snicker before rising to join the pup to make the most of their morning before school and work beckon.

……………

The last few days have flown by, the three of them getting into a routine that is so easy it’s as if they were in fact a real family. Isaac had been overjoyed to have Stiles both drop him off and pick him up from school or his babysitters (aka Cora) with Derek each day and had been ecstatic to have multiple sleepover parties on school nights no less.

Derek and Stiles were embracing the opportunity of getting to know each other and spend quality time with Isaac. Noah had been over for dinner once too, as well as Laura and Cora, really making it feel like a home.  

They were both secretly dreading the day that Jackson’s rut was over and Stiles would be able to go back to his home, but neither had been confident enough to address what they both knew deep down. They were mates, true mates, they were each sure of it, but neither wanted to tempt fate by mentioning it.  

In his own mind Stiles believes that they had zinged from pretty much the word go. This however caused Stiles to laugh at himself, maybe he had been watching a bit too much Hotel Transylvania with Isaac if he is thinking of zinging as an actual descriptor? But it describes it perfectly and he so doesn’t want it to end.

Work had been different too, in that, what with Isaac insisting on not missing another sleepover opportunity, it was only in work that Derek and Stiles got to embrace their passion for each other outside of little eyes and ears. That had led to more than a few embarrassing moments when Derek’s sisters, Erica and a few other employees, had walked into his office unannounced. This however did not deter the pair, only making them try to be more discreet about their activities.

This morning had been the last morning that Stiles would be waking up at Derek’s. Jackson’s rut was in his last day and Stiles would be able to go home after work today. This for some reason had made them both all the more desperate to connect intimately all the more.  

Derek had fucked Stiles in the store room that morning over the photocopier, handcuffs once again making an appearance, securing Stiles' wrists behind his back as Derek had ploughed into him with abandon, fucking him desperately.  

Stiles had been unable to come at all, having earlier, in the heat of passion, agreed to have his cock caged by Derek that morning. Needless to say Derek was enjoying driving the Omega wild with desire as his need to come rose greater and greater as the day went by, the Alpha getting to come a number of times whilst Stiles’ frustration grew more and more, making him on edge, greedy and wanton.

Derek had plugged Stiles’ ass after he had filled it with his come, making Stiles feel owned, dirty and delectably slutty. He knew that if anyone was to come into the office they would scent him and know what the Alpha had been doing to him all day but he didn’t care. Derek however had sensibly chosen a day when the office was quiet to divulge in these activities, wanting to tease the Omega but not actually wanting others to catch the scent of his delicious nectar that was meant for his Alpha alone. 

Stiles is now led over Derek’s desk, legs spread wide apart, arms once again cuffed behind himself, as Derek kneels behind him, having finally removed the plug and is eating Stiles out with abandon. After being stretched out for most of the day Stiles is gaping and leaking profusely, precome flows from his caged cock dribbling down onto his balls and into his hole, his ass leaking both his own slick and Derek’s come, which Derek is greedily slurping down, tongue stabbing at Stiles’ walls, causing the Omega to moan mindlessly. 

“Derek please, please, I can’t take it any more Der, please please let me come” Stiles begs. Derek leans back, chin glistening with juices and swats the Omega’s ass with his hand. “Do you think you have earnt it yet?” he growls out, leaning forward and sinking his teeth into the Omega’s arse cheek one at a time, causing Stiles to squeak and gush some more at the pleasure pain intensity. 

“Yes Alpha please, I’ve been good, I’ll keep being good I promise, just please please let me come, I need it please”. Derek chuckles darkly, as he easily feeds all four of his fingers directly into Stiles’ sloppy hole and twists, targeting the prostate, earning a silent scream from the Omega as his cock tries to pulse within its confines.

“You need it huh, you want to come on your Alpha’s knot?” Derek whispers directly into Stiles’ ear as he moves so as to press his entire length against the Omega’s body, rock hard cock sliding between Stiles’ cheeks as he continues to finger him.  

“So much Alpha, please, need your knot, give your Omega your knot please Alpha” Stiles rushes out, almost delirious in his desperate need as Derek taps a rhythm against his prostate and scissors his fingers within him.  

“You have been a good boy for me” Derek purrs, earning a whimper in return, I think that deserves a reward if you're willing to work for it” Derek teases, earning a whine and an eager nod from Stiles. 

Quicker than Stiles’ can comprehend Derek has pulled Stiles up from the desk and removed the cock cage from his all too eager cock. He picks Stiles up into his arms and Stiles instinctively wraps his legs around the Alpha’s waist, cock rutting against his stomach as Derek devours his mouth with his own. Stiles can taste them both on Derek’s lips and it drives him all the wilder, rutting desperately against the Alpha earning a chuckle from Derek who holds him tightly in his grip before he sits down on the sofa, holding Stiles in his lap.  

“You’re going to ride me Stiles, ride me and take what you need sweetheart” he orders. Stiles lets out a guttural groan and jiggles in his lap, eager and trying to position himself to take the Alpha’s cock. His hands though are still cuffed behind him so he can’t manoeuvre how he wants to and he whines pityingly at Derek.  

Derek smiles and presses a kiss to Stiles’ nose, “It’s ok, I’ve got you sweetheart” he says tenderly, before lifting Stiles by the hips and positioning his cock against his sodden hole. He is about to press his own cock in slowly when Stiles forcefully thrusts his hips down, swallowing him deep in one go, causing them both to groan aloud.  

“Fuck Stiles!” Derek moans, earning a feral grin from the Omega, who leans forward to kiss him, before tugging Derek’s bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling at it as he starts to circle his hips, squeezing the Alpha inside of him, wanting to tease the Alpha like he has been teasing him all day long. 

Eventually Stiles starts to rock back and forth on Derek’s cock riding him with abandon, his head thrown back chasing his pleasure.  

Derek gazes at him adoringly, reaching up to cup his face in one hand, as his other hand reaches between them to squeeze Stiles’ neglected cock.  

Stiles trembles at the contact, the much needed feeling of a hand on his shaft causing his eyes to white out as the pleasure builds.  

Fuck he needs to come so desperately, he’s needed it all day but he's been glad to give that control over to Derek, trusting him to fulfil him in ways nobody else ever has.  

He gazes down at the Alpha beneath him who is looking up at him so adoringly and he smiles, leaning in to kiss his lips down the Alpha’s cheeks and lips, before feathering kisses down his throat, sucking and nibbling at his mating gland, making the Alpha growl beneath him. 

Stiles leans back and gazes at Derek as he slows his thrust, his Alpha’s eyes are red, his claws have popped and his fangs have dropped in his desperate need that seems to have overridden Stiles’ own.  

Stiles has been on the edge all day, he’s kind of gotten used to it, but his Alpha is there now and Stiles wants to tease, to play, to torment him and drive him over the edge into delirious pleasure.

Stiles pulls back, hovering at the Alpha’s cock head, just slightly within his hole but not deep enough for any real friction. Derek whines, thrusting forwards to press his cock into the Omega. Stiles chuckles and lifts his hips higher, causing the Alpha to growl and flash his eyes, hands flexing at Stiles’ hips, clearly desperate to pull Stiles down deep onto him but also knowing that he had given Stiles control of riding him at his own pace so trying to resist. Stiles doesn’t want that though, he wants the animal, he wants to send Derek wild with desire. So he sinks down onto Derek’s cock, causing the Alpha to sigh, but then he just sits there, leaning forward and nibbling at Derek’s pert nipples, sucking at them, causing the Alpha to moan.

He withdraws again, hovering at the head of Dereks cock and just circles his hips. Derek is watching his every move intently, his hand once again returning to Stiles’ dick, thrusting up and down in the hopes the Omega will mirror his actions with his body. His claws have retracted again but his wolf is still in charge, that’s clear from the fangs and the red eyes that are still present. Stiles leans in and licks a stripe up Derek’s throat, working his lips up to Derek’s ear and whispering “fuck me Alpha, knot me, knot your Omega and fill me up”. 

Derek growls, hands once again going to his hips and slamming Stiles down onto his hard shaft. Stiles groans, this is the reaction he wanted, he wanted the animal, he wanted Derek to let all that he is out and to fuck him like he means it.  

With a snarl, Derek shifts them, twisting their position, pressing Stiles into the sofa enabling Stiles’ legs to wrap around Derek’s waist as he fucks into him hard and desperate. Stiles is unable to touch his cock but finds he doesn’t need to, the friction of the bodies slamming together is enough to derive the pleasure he needs. He throws back his head in abandon, baring his throat to the Alpha who snarls as his knot catches on Stiles’ rim and he fucks into him, orgasm erupting as he sinks his teeth into the supple throat on display.  

Stiles screams as his orgasm ripples through him, Derek’s teeth having tipped him over the edge. The white noise from earlier returns and Stiles passes out at the intensity of the orgasm, his Alpha moving him so that he is cradled within his arms as they both get lost in their bliss.

……

The bite hadn’t been a mating bite, Derek had managed to somehow restrain himself from sinking his teeth in quite so far but it had been a close call. He had felt guilty when he had come back to himself, having realised how out of control he must have been to get to that point.  

Stiles however had assured him that he had nothing to feel bad about, he had in fact been purposefully baiting the wolf to lose its control after all, if anyone should be sorry it should have been Stiles.  

They had subsequently agreed that it was nobody’s fault but that they would need to talk through the implications of what they both wanted further, as it was clear that both of them had been bordering the desire to mate for some time. That conversation though would take place somewhere private, somewhere where if they so chose, they could follow through on the bite in the privacy and environment that they would choose for such a momentous event. 

They still however had a couple of hours left and as penance for Stiles trying to purposefully wind the wolf up he was sequestered under Derek’s desk on his knees acting as a cock warmer for the duration of the afternoon.  

Derek did after all have work to do and whilst Stiles did too, Derek could make allowances for matters that, in his mind, took precedence much to Stiles’ glee.  

Stiles is knelt resting his head on Derek’s thigh, Derek’s almost soft cock nestled between his lips, hands (now unrestrained) folded and resting in his kneeling lap. He has zoned out, Derek leaning down to stroke his hair and face from time to time, as he floats in subspace, content and happy. 

Derek’s phone rings and he answers, Stiles half heartedly listens to the conversation as he floats in his headspace content in Derek’s lap, mind entirely blank and at peace. 

 Derek returns the phone to its receiver and pulls back his chair slightly causing Stiles to fumble a bit before gazing dopily up at him. Derek smiles, reaching in to cup Stiles’ cheek in his hand. “You ok there sweetheart” he whispers softly. Stiles nods sleepily, opening his mouth again in an offer for Derek to return his cock between his lips, it having fallen out as Derek pulled back. Derek chuckles “look at you so sweet and generous just wanting to look after your Alpha, what a perfect Omega you are” Stiles beams at him, loving praise like this when he is in this mindset. Derek leans down and presses a tender kiss to Stiles’ forehead, nose and cheeks, earning a hum of contentment in return.  

“We need to bring you back to yourself sweetheart, how about you come out from under there and have some chocolate and juice, you can snuggle in my lap if you want whilst I finish up what I’m doing here?” Derek suggests. Stiles whines, his head wobbling back and forth, clearly indicating that he wants some of that but not all.  

Derek huffs in amusement, he adores Stiles every which way but when he is like this he is completely adorable. “Ok how about you stay under there curl up on your pillow with my throw and have your chocolate and juice where you are, is that better? You can stay snuggled cosy and safe by my feet hidden and protected” Stiles beams at him, clearly Derek having found the right solution. Derek chuckles again and zipping himself up he goes to get the items together for Stiles.

They sit quietly for the next hour, Stiles slowly coming back to himself as Derek works, the Alpha regularly checking in with him, stroking and praising him as part of his after care. He knows Stiles is almost back to himself when he starts chuckling at some of the comments Derek makes, as opposed to just blearily smiling at him, adding short but sweet comments himself now and again. 

Still they are both abruptly brought back to reality when the door slams open, Cora skidding into the office at a run “Derek! Stiles isn’t answering his phone and nobody has seen him all day, Jackson’s been trying to get a hold of him to tell him the house is clear for him to return home and he’s getting worried as Stiles isn’t replying. Hence he is pissy as all hell and threatening to bring his stinky post rut butt down here! We need Stiles to calm his Alpha ass down, so where is he, I thought he’d maybe be in here with you?” she says at speed, eyes widening in horror as she takes in her brother’s frozen position behind the desk, face clearly guilt ridden and caught and quickly covers her eyes with her hands “ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww guys seriously! Again really! This is a fucking place of work Derek! Can’t you keep it in your pants!” she hollers, earning a snicker from a still, thankfully hidden, Stiles.  

Bracing herself she uncovers her eyes and locks gazes with her silently frozen brother before looking down and talking to the desk “Stiles get your scrawny ass out from under there, release my brother's cock and ring Jackass back!” 

Derek blushes at the reference to his cock, not something he wants his sister to ever mention again! Cora then points her finger at her brother “and you big bro, kindly decontaminate every single area you guys have been in or on, I don’t wanna put my amazing behind on anything Stilinski has slicked over or you’ve popped a knot by!” 

Derek this time face plants onto his desk, causing Stiles to laugh even more. He can’t see Cora but can imagine the expression on her face, amused, snarky and sassy as all hell. He’s about to respond when Erica barges into the office, takes in the look on Cora’s face, Derek’s embarrassed posture and snorts a laugh. “Stiles, spit out Derek’s cock and ring your Alpha keeper, he is clogging up all our phone lines.” 

Derek starts repeatedly banging his head on the desk, much to Cora and now Erica’s amusement as Stiles, unknown to all of them, shoves his fist into his mouth and calls out “orry uys ive us ive” clearly pretending his mouth is full of Derek’s knot, much to the Alpha’s mortification, as he pushes back from the desk waving his hands at his crotch clearly proving that he is fully zipped up and put away. 

“You're such a brat!!” he hollers to Stiles, as he marches away from his desk, gesturing his hands at the two women before him to flee them out of his office “you pair out!” he snaps, much to their glee as they cackle away in laughter and head out the door.

Derek shuts the door and rests his forehead against it, slumping, unable to not be equal parts amused and mortified at the same time.  

Stiles slinks up behind him and presses his lips against the Alpha’s neck, kissing his way up Derek’s throat. “Sorry Der, it was too good an opportunity” he whispers, “forgive me?” he says somewhat pleadingly. Derek huffs a laugh, turning into the Omega’s arms and rolling his eyes at him in fond exasperated amusement.  

“You're such a brat” he repeats more fondly. Stiles beams at him, pressing a kiss to his lips, leaning back and saying “but you love me”, Derek huffs a wry laugh and shakes his head in despair, “that I do” he whispers in return. Pulling Stiles in close for a kiss, noting the Omega’s radiant beam and sweet scent tones at his response.

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Stiles and Derek’s relationship steps up a level after Stiles’ brief stay at his house.  

They go on dates, on family day outs and have more sleepover parties, some even without Isaac in attendance but without him being aware he is missing one, having been having his own sleepover party at Aunt Cora or Aunt Laura’s house, aimed with the sole intention of giving Stiles and Derek some quality bonding time. 

They have talked about everything, the loss of Derek’s family, Stiles’ mother, childhood escapades and dreams, trials and tribulations, but through all this Stiles still hasn’t opened up to Derek about what it was that happened to him that led to Jackson becoming his Alpha as opposed to him staying living with his father, of whom it was clear Stiles adored.  

Derek knows that Noah would have watched out for Stiles as a parent and guardian, why was it therefore that there had been a need for Jackson to step in? For an Alpha to be specifically needed? It was clear that they had both been friends for nearly all of their lives, their relationship bordering on that of brothers, so it was understandable that if Stiles had needed an Alpha, that Jackson would have stepped in.  But what had caused it?  

Derek is well aware of the type of mistreatment Omega’s suffer, but it worries him how much Stiles will share with him but also what he leaves out.  Does he not trust Derek? 

It bothers Derek more than he is willing to say.  He knows he could dig a little deeper and find out what had happened but he refuses to breach Stiles’ trust in such a way.  He wants the Omega to tell him himself, but he also fears what he will learn. What has his dear love experienced in his life?  Stiles helps so many Omega’s, Derek's own son included, it’s clear for all to see that he is speaking from some haunted experience from his past.  Derek sees the understanding look in Stiles’ eyes sometimes when he is helping some of the more vulnerable and abused Omega’s and he aches inside knowing that Stiles completely empathises with them because he has been there himself, lived it himself.  It makes Derek want to vomit, want to punch something, or better yet kill anyone who dared to hurt his beautiful Omega, much like he did with the Alpha’s who hurt Isaac.  Not one ounce of regret weighed on his mind for their demise, he had made them pay, Isaac’s birth father most of all and he would do it again for Stiles, if only he knew who to target.

Things had been going so well between them, they had shared I love you’s and discussed the fact that they both wanted to mate, had actually agreed that they would do it on the next full moon having sought out both Noah and Jackson’s blessings, both of whom had been over the moon for them, whilst also threatening Derek with a vicious violent death should he ever hurt Stiles. 

Derek had professed he would happily fall to his knees before them, more than willing to face their wrath if ever should such an instance occur.   Stiles had subsequenrly called him a total and utter suck up, before offering the same condition of his own accord to Laura and Cora on Derek’s behalf, earning him a fond forehead kiss, then a noogie from both his sister in laws to be. 

Isaac had been delighted when he had been asked if he would be ok with Stiles moving in with them.  He was overjoyed, declaring they could have sleepovers every night.  Derek was quick to nip that thought short however, explaining to Isaac that when Stiles moved in that yes he was going to be sleeping in Daddy’s room, but not for sleepover parties (well maybe on occasion) but as Daddy’s mate. 

Isaac had been confused, his little brow wrinkling as he tried to understand what the difference was, Stiles was still going to be there in daddy’s bed, sharing daddy's room, so surely nothing had changed?  Derek had explained that as it would be a permanent thing as opposed to an occasional mini holiday of sorts, sleepover parties were not going to be taking place every day.  

At Isaac’s continued confusion Derek had used Isaac's new friend Corey as an example, asking Isaac if Corey slept in the same bed as his mummy and daddy each night.  Isaac had seemed to grasp it then, he had stared at Stiles wide eyed, his little mouth opening and closing, tears filling his eyes. 

Stiles and Derek had exchanged a worried glance, they had been so certain Isaac would be excited to learn Stiles was moving in, this was something they hadn’t prepared for.  Their thoughts were however cut short when Isaac stepped forward hesitatingly and tugged at Stiles’ hand before looking between his father and Stiles whispering, “is you gonna be my mommy Stiwes?” his bottom lip quivering a little.  

Stiles’ own eyes filled up at the words said with so much hope and he felt Derek squeeze his arm in support, the Alpha also clearly choked up.  “Yeah baby boy if you’ll have me, I’d love that” Stiles whispered in return, earning a sob from the little boy before he leapt into Stiles’ arms, burying his face into Stiles’ throat, nuzzling and scenting him.  

Stiles had felt tears soaking into his shirt and had hugged the pup to himself tightly.  Derek leaning over had stroked the back of Isaac's head soothingly, “you ok baby?” Derek had asked softly, earning a sniffle, before Isaac pulled his head back and gazed up at the two concerned adults.  “uh huh, is the best day ever, I’s wished for a mommy and I’s wished for a Stiwes, my mommies gonna be my bestest fwiend ands I’s gots da bestest daddy too, Issy is so happy daddy, is da best day, fank you fank you fank you, I love you daddy sooos much, I love you too Stiwes, I uh I loves you my momma” he says earnestly, wrapping his arms tightly around Stiles' neck and pressing kisses to Stiles’ cheeks, much like both adults often did to him.  

The adults had shared a warm smile, Derek pulling Stiles into his chest, their pup snuggled between them.  “We love you too baby boy, so much, we’re lucky to have the sweetest pup in the world” Derek had said proudly, earning sniffles of agreement from a very choked up Stiles, and chirps of contentedness from their happy pup.

Stiles still hadn’t moved in yet, they were waiting for the official mating to happen when Derek would formally become Stiles’ official Alpha, however most of his stuff had been moved over in readiness.

……..

It’s currently the week of the full moon, the week they had agreed upon to mate, wanting to commit themselves under the weight of the moon, wanting to participate in a claiming run in the nearby preserve like nature intended. 

Laura had agreed to take Isaac for a couple of days surrounding it, so that Stiles and Derek could have, in her words "all the loud boisterous animal sex they wanted" and neither man could wait.  

Ironically, as is typical when you're looking forward to something, time seemed to have slowed down.  The week had been dragging by and Stiles was getting more and more wound up as the days went by.  Himself and Derek had agreed to abstain from sex in the weeks leading up to their mating, hoping to really embrace the chase with a desperate lust fueled drive. 

Fuck Stiles was excited, he had had to change his trousers twice today already, having slicked them up so much, seeming to be in a permanent state of horniness.  He had used a couple of cans of scent blocker already this week in a bid to dampen down his pheromones, what with there being a number of Alpha clients attending the company for meetings that week, plus the fact that his colleagues had complained that he was distracting them, practically smelling as if he was in heat with him being so pent up.

He's typing away at his desk when Erica saunters in.  “Hey Batman, we need your help in the conference room please” she says, flopping herself over Stiles' back and resting her chin on his shoulder as she checks out what he’s working on.  

Stiles rolls his eyes, well used to her by now and also knowing she enjoys leaning all over him so as to wind Derek up, knowing that Derek will scent her all over him.  Stiles can’t be mad, it makes Derek all the wilder, rubbing himself all over Stiles, kissing him senseless in a bid to reclaim his future mate and remove all traces of the blonde.  

“Why’s that? Lyd’s is doing the meeting isn’t she?” Stiles asks, turning in his chair so Erica has to back up to let him out. 

“Yeah yeah, she’s taking the notes but they’ve run out of refreshments but they can’t afford to take a break, as apparently this Deucalion dude has another meeting he needs to get to on time, so they are working straight on through in order to iron out all the vital aspects before agreeing to any contract.  Derek asked me to get the refreshments, but you know how useless I am, I need your help with that stupid urn, I swear it hates me!” she says sulkily, earning a laugh from Stiles.

 “Ahhh Erica, you can take down the most fearful Alpha’s but a mere urn bests the most lethal Catwoman in the blink of an eye” he snorts, earning a shove from Erica, who sticks her tongue out at him.  “I’m just trying to make you feel useful” she sasses, earning a snort of derision in response.  “Shut up” she says, before she pulls him into a headlock and noogies his head.  Stiles bats her hands away and looks up at her wryly, “I thought you wanted my help?  Is this the way to garner it d’ya think?” he teases, earning a wink and a toothy grin from the blonde. 

Together they make up two trays, one with the various cups and glasses needed, the other with the water filled urns.  Erica takes the tray of glassware, well aware of Stiles’ klutziness and not wanting to tempt fate by him delivering all the breakables to the room.  Stiles meanwhile takes the tray of hot and cold sealed urns and they head to the room. 

All the Hale’s are sat in the conference room facing them, the visiting Alpha’s have their backs to the door. One of them is talking in a smooth honeyed voice about the necessity of promoting the work of Hale’s Angels on a wider scale, the need for them to broach out into other areas across the country so as to help divest the underbelly of the most underhanded Alpha’s, rescuing the vulnerable and working with his PR company to build a bigger operation with a greater impact. 

The words at first seem wise, Stiles can see the Hales nodding along, appearing enrapt by the details being laid out before them.  But just as Erica and Stiles approach the table Stiles freezes.  That voice, he knows that voice, recognises the smooth syrupy texture of it, he feels like he recognises the dramatic gestures too.  He frowns, surely he is mistaken, there is no way? It’s just a coincidence surely.  

He puts the tray on the side table and shakes his head at Erica who had stopped to look at him in concern at his frozen stance.  He lifts up the urns to carry them and place them onto the conference table in front of the gesticulating man.  However, as he gets closer the man's scent overwhelms him and Stiles scents the smell that haunts him.  

His heart rate skyrockets instantly.  Derek, who had been listening intently to the man, abruptly darts his eyes to Stiles, hearing it's change of pace, taking in his rabbit in the headlights look and panicked stance.  

In slow motion Stiles sees Derek open his mouth to say his name and Stiles squeaks, dropping the urns with a loud clatter and flees the room, knocking into Erica on his way out in his desperation to escape and seek out the only source of safety he can think of in that moment …… Jackson.

…

Derek is poised open mouthed staring at the open swinging door, the Alpha’s before them have now turned to look towards the door too, clearly having missed exactly what happened, what with them having been turned away from the disruption that took place, but aware that something amiss had occurred. 

Laura is poised ready to stand having been equally taken aback and concerned by Stiles' reaction.  She’s clutching her biro in her hand so firmly the end pops off, earning an amused laugh from Deucalion, before he quickly sobers  “is everything ok?” he asks politely.  

Composing herself and with subtle eye movements that clearly indicate to Erica to continue with the refreshments as if nothing had happened, Laura clears her throat.  “Apologies Mr Emery, it would appear one of our members of staff has been taken unwell.  Derek would you mind checking on them please?” she requests, giving both Derek the opportunity to follow Stiles and also not letting on exactly what had happened.  

It was clear to all the Hale’s that there was something very wrong and they also seemed to unanimously acknowledge not to mention Stiles by name at that point in time based on his reaction to the people in the room.  

Derek inclines his head in thanks to his sister, before nodding at the Alpha’s in front of him, “if you’ll excuse me” Derek says politely and moves to leave, before being stopped by Deucalion who offers his hand out formally in farewell.  “It was a pleasure Derek, I look forward to seeing you again” he says.  

Derek feels uneasy, he looks at the hand offered to him and feels a deep apprehension, he really doesn’t want to take it, he’s worried about Stiles’ reaction, worried about who these men really are.  

They had done their usual checks of course but nothing had jumped out as a cause of concern about either the company or the people involved with it.  Erica, thankfully sensing his dilemma, saunters over and passes a glass of water into Derek’s hands.  “There you go Der, take this out to him he may need a drink if he's feeling unwell” she suggests, before turning and clasping her hand onto Deucalion's arm, (much to his evident annoyance if his wrinkled nose is anything to go by) and offering her assistance in refreshing his drink, pulling him begrudgingly over to take a look at the various biscuits he might like to go with it. 

Derek nods to her in thanks then wastes no further time, saying goodbye he flees the room, dropping the glass onto a nearby table as he passes. Inhaling deeply he tries to seek out Stiles’ scent in a bid to figure out where he had gone, but Derek's all too aware that Stiles had been using scent blockers that week, what with the building having so many Alpha’s visiting at the moment.  He facepalms and bites his lip in worry.  Where would he go? Where would Stiles go if he was upset?

Instinctively he thinks he should have come to Derek, but Derek knows that Stiles couldn’t have, he was in the room where the issue was after all, how could he have come to Derek in that instance when he was clearly part of the problem at that moment in time.  

He’s pacing the halls on his floor, ducking his head into each and every room, when it hits him, fuck he is so stupid! Derek isn’t Stiles' Alpha yet, not really, so surely he’d go to his Alpha, he'd go to Jackson?  

Derek hits call on his phone to ring the other Alpha but nobody picks up.  Cursing, he runs down the stairs to Jackson’s floor not wanting to waste a moment of time and hoping someone will have seen Stiles abd be able to reassure him that he’s ok. 

Jackson’s secretary is out front of his office, blocking the entrance as Derek rushes in, obviously having heard his appeoach. “Sir you can’t go in” she says apologetically. Derek snarls, he knows now that Stiles is in there, he can hear his rabbiting heart rate now through the door along with his sobs. There is no way in hell he is not going into that room!  

The secretary however is more ballsy than appearances would dictate, not at all cowed down by the snarling Alpha before her.  “Sir seriously you can’t go in there, there is an Omega in distress, you will only make him worse, please sir you need to calm down, I can't let you in like this” she says, somewhat consolingly.  

Derek blanches, she’s right of course, Derek can’t go in there like that.  Whatever the fuck is going on Stiles needs him right now with his head screwed on right. Stiles needs his support not his overprotective wolf at this moment. 

Derek nods to the woman and steps back, breathing deeply, focusing hard, he's eventually able to get his scent to soften.  He makes it more soothing and calming, designed with the natural intention to offer comfort when needed. 

The secretary nods, she’s well aware of who Derek is and of who the Omega in question is to him.  “Thank you sir, he is quite upset, please try to stay calm” she says, before opening the door and allowing Derek entrance.

Jackson is sitting on his sofa near the window, Stiles cradled in his arms, head buried into Jackson’s throat inhaling his scent deeply, as Jackson rocks him in his arms and strokes his back, whispering words of comfort to him.  

Derek can’t help but feel his wolf flaring back up at seeing another Alpha with their arms around his mate to be, it’s instinctive, but he fights it, not really needing Jacksons heated glower.  It’s a warning, one sent subtly so as not to distress the Omega any further and Derek listens to it, tilting his head in submission.  

Jackson nods and jerks his head, beckoning the Alpha to come closer so that he can sit beside Jackson and reach out to touch his hand to Stiles’ shoulder in support.

He listens to Jackson talking to Stiles, promising him that he was safe, that he was protected and nobody would hurt him again.  Derek feels sickened at the whimpers he hears from his distressed mate as the seeming confirmation that someone in that room upstairs was the one to cause him harm.  He wants to rip them apart, tear them apart bit by bit, but he can't, his mate needs him and he needs to understand what’s actually going on.

Derek opens and closes his mouth a couple of times but doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t know what to say, Jackson is doing everything that he should be and he's doing it well.  Stiles seems to be calming down in his arms and Derek feels bereft for not being able to say or do the right thing, he is working in the dark, but he stays and strokes Stiles' arms, stroking along his back, letting his Omega take comfort from his presence. 

Eventually Stiles’ sobs die down and he turns his tear stained face up to look at Jackson, before looking over to Derek and jerking his head.  “Jacks" he whispers, somehow a clear request.  The Alpha frowns down at him, clearly trying to understand what is silently being asked.  

Realisation seems to dawn on him though as he asks “you sure?”, raising Stiles’ face with a finger under his chin so that he can lock eyes with him and read him clearly.  

Stiles nods “uh huh, I just, I uh, I just can’t Jacks, please” he whispers brokenly, more tears streaming down his face as he lowers his head again to Jackson’s chest.

Jackson looks a mixture of resigned, broken and relieved.  Derek’s throat tightens in fear at the knowledge of whatever it is that has brought this headstrong Alpha to look like that. 

Jackson seems to brace himself before sighing “Stiles, hey buddy, can I pass you to Derek when I get the uh, the stuff?” Jackson asks, causing Stiles to nod against his chest but still make no move himself.

The two Alphas exchange a glance and surreptitiously manoeuvre Stiles into the same position on Derek’s lap.  

Derek takes some relief in having Stiles in his arms and hearing his heart rate settle that bit further again as he nuzzles into him.  Stiles' whole body is trembling and his scent blockers are starting to wear off, having been working double time in an attempt to cover the pheromones of terror he had clearly been giving off.  

Derek’s wolf whines in sympathy with his mate and the Alpha nuzzles the Omega in his lap.  “I’ve got you sweetheart” Derek soothes over and over “no-one’s gonna hurt you I promise” he croons.

Jackson pulls another chair up next to the sofa, allowing Derek to spread out with Stiles fully in his lap.  

The Omega, clearly exhausted, is struggling to stay awake, completely drained between the mental anguish he has been in and the comforting scents now filling the room from not just one but two protective Alphas.  

Jackson leans forward in his chair talking nonsense into Stiles' ear and bides his time until Stiles has drifted off.  Once he has he places the folder he had compiled of his investigation into Derek’s hands and takes over the soothing gestures along Stiles' back on Derek’s behalf enabling Derek to read.

Derek was right, he hadn’t wanted to know what Stiles had gone through.  Fuck his Omega was so strong.  How had he not only kept going, but kept going in such a way that he not only embraced life for himself now, but also helped other Omega’s who had experienced similar situations.  

If Derek had thought he loved Stiles before, the love and admiration he had felt for the man increased tenfold when he reads through Jackson and the Sheriff’s entire investigation into his abduction, up to and including Jackson successfully infiltrating the trafficking ring.  

It details everything, how they knew it was underground but couldn’t isolate any identities of the people involved, all the Alpha’s always ensuring to wear masks and go by code names.  It was clear the organisation was run by someone called The Founder, but no one knew who that was.  Stiles hadn’t known either apparently, based on Jacksons notes that continued well past his rescue.  Stiles had never seen their faces, but he remembered their scent, he remembered their voices, they haunted his dreams. 

Jackson tells Derek that when Stiles had crashed into his office after fleeing the conference room earlier he had muttered just two words before breaking down into inconsolable sobs in Jacksons arms.  Those two words were “he’s here”.  

Jackson had known instantly who he had meant, he had wanted to run from the room, hunt him down and kill him on the spot.  But Stiles had needed him, Stiles had been struggling to breathe, panicking and Jackson's responsibility as Stiles’ Alpha and protector had fought over which warring action to pursue.  

Ultimately there had been no contest, Jackson had known his friend needed the safety only he could provide in that moment over any deserved retribution that was due.  Unfortunately Jackson's phone had been left in his car, so he hadn’t been able to signal anyone to let anybody know who, or better yet what type of Alpha they had on the premises.  

However Jackson had taken solace in the fact that they would now have a name, an identity that they could target and take down.  Whoever it was had made the mistake they had been waiting for and it was time for them to finally pay.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Derek asks.  Jackson had, after all,  been working for him when Stiles went missing, why hadn’t he used the resources of the company?

Jackson looks at Stiles and then at Derek “he’s my brother Derek, I wasn’t willing to follow orders on this one, to hang back until we had all our ducks in a row, to make the sensible tactical decision for the maximum impact.  I was getting him out as soon as I could and I don’t regret that.  Do I regret not being able to rescue even more Omega’s at the time, hell yes, but I never gave up on them either. I have been working on this constantly with Danny and Noah. I’ve got case loads of evidence and data.  We had everything we could find except the identities.  We have that now and once we had that I was always planning to hand the entire case file over to you”.

Derek nods.  He looks at Stiles, he completely understands why Jackson chose to go about it the way he did.  If it had been Cora or Laura he would have done the same thing, no holds barred, regardless of his own safety.  One thing still concerns him though “why did he never tell me?” he all but whispers.  

Jackson’s expression softens, he understands both sides of this, he had argued with Stiles over it many a time, telling him to open up to Derek, even more so when they had agreed to mate. 

Jackson takes his time to answer, thinking his answer over carefully.  “Stiles has endured a lot in his life, from his mothers death, his dads drinking, bullies, abuse, the kidnapping and all that that subsequent entailed.  He never talks about his pain, he pushes it down, he squashes it and pretends it doesn’t exist.  He puts on this false façade that everythings ok and he believes that if he fakes it enough then it will be.  He knows its not necessarily healthy but he says it works for him."

Jackson sighs before continuing,  "When he moved in with me I made sure he had a therapist, he needed one after the trauma he had endured.  But ironically, when he was talking things through all the time it just made him sink lower and lower.  He had nightmares constantly, was afraid to leave the house, he was terrified to answer the door.  The therapist tried their best but eventually Stiles begged me to stop making him see her. We tried another and the same happened again.  He told me he knew therapy had worked for me for my own issues, but it didn’t work for him, so I compromised. I told him we could stop with the therapists as long as he told me whenever he was struggling, came to me with any issues at all and I would be there for him as his friend, as opposed to a therapist."  

Jackson smiles fondly at Stiles, "He agreed, thinking that nothing between us would change, but I insisted on once weekly open discussions with him, not just about himself but about myself too. I knew him well enough to realise that he would feel the desire and need to share if it was reciprocal.  I told him to try the same thing with you, but he’s ashamed of everything that's happened to him and trust me, before you get all snarly, I know he has nothing to be ashamed of and have told him that repeatedly.  I realised that he needed help with his mindset in regards to how he looked at things so I broached that with him too and he agreed to try hypnotherapy to retrain his thinking somewhat.  He’s been doing that for a few weeks now and he says it's helping, it appears to be anyway.  He told me a week or so ago that he knew he was in a place where he could tell you everything now but thst he just didn’t know how to bring it up with you after having so much time go by with him making no mention of it.” 

Jackson strokes a finger over his friends cheek and looks at Derek.  “That was him asking me to tell you earlier, he was too distressed to say it all himself, today has been too much for him, but he wanted you to know”. Derek nods, he had figured as much as Jackson had spoke.  

“What now?” Jackson asks, looking from Derek to the documents and then back to Stiles.  Derek presses a kiss to the crown of Stiles’ head, thinking calculatingly. 

“Now we bring in the others” Derek says firmly, assured at his decision.  He knows Laura, Cora and Erica will want to be involved in any take down for certain, but this is a major operation and it will take everyone’s efforts.  

Jackson nods his head in agreement.  “And the Founder?” he asks, somewhat gratingly. 

“Deucalion Emery” Derek grits out, “that’s who Stiles reacted to.  Clearly this PR company of his is a shady cover, a way to actually use companies like ours as a means of finding the most vulnerable and utilise that to pursue them underhandedly.   It helps them slip suspicion by the companies they promote in them appearing so supportive.  They deserve a special place in hell” Derek all but snarls.  

Jackson nods, “shall I brief Laura and the others whilst you take care of Stiles?” he enquires, “please” Derek agrees. “I’ll take Stiles back to mine, Isaac’s not home just yet but I am sure that having him there will help lift Stiles’ spirits some, especially if he needs a distraction.” 

Jackson smiles in agreement.  “Yeah your little lad has him wrapped right around his finger” he chuckles, earning a snort from the Alpha.  

Jackson gets up to leave, gathering the file all back together. After just leaving the office he sticks his head back in to see Derek rocking Stiles in his arms, crooning down at him and smiles, he hates to interrupt again but knows he must, as Laura will want the answer, this is Derek’s area of expertise after all and with it being in regards Derek’s future mate too, well Laura is going to want to know for sure the correct protocol to follow.  

“Derek”, he asks, causing the Alpha to look up questioningly, his palms cradled protectively around Stiles’ head, fingers entwined in his hair.  “When Laura asks, who should I tell her you want leading to bring down The Founder?”  

With all his heart Derek want’s to say himself and he is sure Jackson wants it to be himself too, however with his mate on the line there is only one person he wants to take charge of this operations downfall. Someone who will make Deucalion pay, make every single one of them beg for death and prolong it as much as possible too.  

Derek nods to himself, decision made, there’s only one person for the job, as much as Derek wants to tear them all limb from limb, he doesn’t have the callous cruelty that these people deserve to endure.  He looks Jackson straight in the eyes and with one word dooms them all to a fate worse than death, a knowledge Jackson clearly  shares as can be seen by the grim smile of appreciation on his face at the name once uttered.

“Peter”. 

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Somehow Derek manages to get Stiles home without waking the Omega. He had made some distressed noises, only for Derek to be able to soothe him back to sleep, relieved that nightmares didn’t appear to be tormenting the Omega based on the subsequent purring noises the man made as he nuzzled into Derek’s chest.  

Driving with Stiles in his lap had proved tricky, if also illegal, but it had been worth it to keep the Omega calm. 

Once home Derek settles Stiles down on his bed, surrounding him with blankets that scent of both Derek and Isaac to help soothe the Omega’s mindset. Derek also gathers Isaac’s stuffed fox Stiles and places it in the Omega’s arms for additional comfort.   

Knowing he needs to get to work and make some calls in order to help set in motion whatever Jackson has managed to arrange, he moves to leave. He stops however at a sound of contentment and smiles when he sees Stiles snuffle at the fox and snuggle it close, inhaling the soothing pheromones of their pup. What better way to calm an Omega than to play into those maternal nurturing instincts. 

Once Stiles starts purring again, stuffed fox pressed snuggly under his chin, Derek leaves the room and goes to his office, ensuring to leave all the doors open so that if Stiles needs him he will hear him instantly.

Speaking to Laura it’s clear that Jackson didn’t waste any time in both getting them up to speed and getting the wheels in motion. Erica had jumped at the chance to tail Deucalion and his colleagues. As a matter of fact, after seeing Stiles’ reaction earlier, she had surreptitiously, with Danny’s aid, taken the time to place trackers and bugs on each of their cars before any official orders had come. This had ensured that when the Alpha’s had left the meeting if anything was up, which it clearly was, then they would have a easy means of tracking them.  

Ordinarily this would have been a total breach of ethics, however given the circumstances Erica's initiative was more than likely going to result in a commendation for such quick thinking. 

Laura had confirmed that Peter had been called in and appropriately briefed. Everyone had been in agreement that his particular expertise were what was required in this instance.  

Peter was all to happy to flex his specialist muscles. The means and opportunity for him to use the full range of his wet work and torture skills being something that was kept to the bare minimum for extreme and rare cases only. Peter operated like a ghost, he could never be tied to Hale’s Angels despite his Hale surname. He was off grid, presumed dead and that worked well for his particular skill set.  

This meant however that he rarely got to see his nieces and nephews (well that they knew of, it didn’t stop him from using said skills to keep tabs on them after all). He had however had the opportunity to meet Stiles a couple of times since Stiles had been working at the company. His words to Derek after his first meeting of the Omega had been simple and succinct “you better keep him happy Nephew or I’ll have your hide”.  

Derek who was more used to hearing disdain about any and all employees outside of the Hale’s themselves from his uncle's lips had agreed wholeheartedly, whilst also being equal measures proud and slightly disturbed at his uncle’s words. Peter was the only parental type figure he had left after all, so his opinion mattered more than Derek cared to say.

Much to Derek’s displeasure Laura had forbade Derek from getting involved in the operation itself, proclaiming him too compromised to be of assistance, stating that he would more than likely put others at risk due to how desperate he would be to take out any and all Alpha’s involved in the operation, no doubt ending up disregarding protocols if appropriately provoked.  

Derek had to admit he couldn’t blame his sister for making that call, she was entirely right after all. However he had been put out when he had questioned if Jackson was being similarly benched and had been told no. To Laura’s credit she had expected Derek’s reaction and clarified that Jackson had been investigating this operation since the start, he had kept his cool despite it relating to his best friend and also had insider access to the operation, having never blown his cover from when he ‘purchased’ Stiles.  

Derek was reluctantly forced to admit that Laura's reasoning had been sound but had made her promise to keep him updated as soon as anything major happened. 

So Derek waits, he looks into Deucalion’s company online and his hackles rise as he sees all the promotional work his company have done for equal opportunities and basic Omega rights. The man was clearly twisted, making himself out to be a saint only to be the most vile predator of all.

As Derek continues to scroll through websites he hears a whimper from upstairs and wastes no time in running to his bedroom. Stiles is still aslee, but it’s clear his dreams are taking a turn for the worse.  

Getting onto the bed with him Derek pulls the Omega into his arms and shushes him, stroking his brow whispering “you’re ok, I’ve got you, your safe sweetheart, I’ve got you”.  

He feels Stiles move against him, burying his head into Derek’s chest, rubbing his cheek into Derek’s shirt as he whimpers again, eyes blinking open and blearily looking up at Derek who tenderly strokes a finger down his cheek. 

“There you are, there’s that beautiful face I love” Derek croons, “your safe with me sweetheart I promise, no one will ever hurt you again I swear”.  

Stiles tries to smile at the words but his lower lip wobbles, a tear runs down his cheek and he sniffles trying to hold back the onset of more tears.  

“Your ok sweetheart, you can cry if you need to, I’m not going anywhere” Derek promises, manouvering the man up into his lap and hugging him against his chest.  

He hears Stiles mumble something into his chest and has to pull back his head to look down at him “what was that sweetheart?” he questions. Stiles tilts his head looking up at him, resting his cheek on Derek’s shoulder “don’t wanna”.  

“Don’t wanna what sweetheart?” Derek asks confused. Stiles looks at him and sighs, pulling himself back and taking a deep breath, “don’t wanna cry anymore, I've cried enough Der, am so done of feeling like this.”  

Derek smiles sadly at him, cupping his cheeks between his palms and leaning in to press a kiss to his nose. “You cry because you need to sweetheart, you are still dealing with everything that happened, there’s nothing wrong with crying baby”. 

Stiles sighs “I know” he mumbles reluctantly, “just don’t wanna think about it any more, I hate thinking about it Der. I wanna pretend it didn’t happen, I know that’s maybe not healthy but it’s how I cope, it’s the only way I know how, I’ve tried therapy, I tried it when mom died and I tried it when Jackson made me, but can’t I just pretend it was another me? Can’t I just have a do over where it’s as if it didn’t happen? I know it did, I’m not delusional, but I can pretend right? God I’ve gotton so good at pretending Der”.  

Derek squeezes Stiles in support, “there’s no right or wrong way to deal with trauma sweetheart, hell when my parents died I tried therapy, it didn’t work for me but it worked for Laura and Cor. Me, I threw myself into work, I may have been a bit more violent in some of my rescue operations against ant adversaries than I necessarily needed to be, but that’s what got me through it. My anger and frustration I threw into work, I didn’t forget it I just channelled it differently. If you want to process yours this way and it works for you then you do whatever you need to sweetheart, but just know I am always here for you and if you change your mind and want to try a different therapist or an entirely different avenue of support I will back you 100%” he says firmly, ensuring to lock eyes with Stiles to ensure that he believes every word said.

Derek gets a true smile from Stiles this time, before he pulls the Alpha in and kisses him slowly, stroking his hands up and down his face tenderly with reverent awe. “How’d I get to be so lucky” Stiles whispers against Derek’s lips, looking up and gazing into his eyes. Derek huffs “I’m the lucky one sweetheart trust me, just ask my family if you don’t believe me” he teases with amusement, earning a snort from Stiles, before he pulls him back in for another kiss.

"I love you sweetheart, I'm always here for you, your never alone" Derek promises against his lips. Stiles smiles sweetly up at him "I love you too Der, your the best thing that ever happened to me" Derek smiles softly in return, before whispering "ditto sweetheart, ditto".

……

The two spend the rest of the day curled up watching Marvel movies. Ant Man movies to be exact, Stiles having professed to needing some of the more light hearted films and stating “Paul Rudd can always deliver, plus he’s suoer hot too”, earning a raised eyebrow from the Alpha that caused Stiles to delightfully snicker “Its ok Der, your still my fave Alpha”. He had teased with a wink.

They’re mid way through the second film when Cora arrives with Isaac in tow, having offered to collect him from school so that Derek and Stiles could stay wrapped up in their little world a bit longer.  

With Isaac’s arrival Stiles’ mood lifts even more, as the young Omega immediately pounces on him, only to squeal when he is tickled mercilessly by Stiles, resulting in giggles galore and hollers of “Stiweeeees stop, I’s gonna wee!” “Stiwes I’s means it!” “Stiwessssssssssssssss, daddy heeeelp”. 

Taking mercy on his pup and chuckling all the while, Derek swoops in to scoop him out of Stiles’ clutches, causing him to let out more gleeful giggles as he gets put up onto Derek’s shoulders out of Stiles’ reach. 

 “Yaaay Daddy you’s saved me” he squeals, earning smiles from all the adults present.  

Derek proceeds to run a lap around the room, Isaac cheering, still sat on his shoulders and Stiles beams in happiness just watching them, the trauma of the day no longer evident on his face.

“Daddy I’s hungy” Isaac says as Derek is popping him down, “are you indeed, come on then, let’s go see what we’ve got in the kitchen that can feed that roaring little tummy of yours for now and not spoil our dinner” Derek says, moving to go into the kitchen with Isaac.  

Before he does though Stiles puts his hand on his shoulder “It’s ok, I’ve got him Der, I think Cora wants to talk to you” he says, gesturing his head in Cora’s direction, where he now sees her hovering by the door, her nodding subtly in agreement. 

 Knowing she probably has an update for him that she figured she would tell him in person rather than by text, Derek acqueses and gestures for Cora to follow him outside out of hearing range of the Omegas.

“He looks better than he did earlier” Cora says immediately once they are outside. Derek leans back against a wall and sighs “yeah, it was rough there for a while but he’s so strong Cor, he amazes me, he has this spark of light that just won’t go out and I am so fucking thankful for that”.  

She smiles at her brother, “we all are Der, it’s not just you who loves him, I mean he must be special if he even melted Peter’s iceberg of a heart” she says wryly.

Derek snorts a laugh at his sister, nodding agreeably. She grins pleased with the reaction but sobers quickly. “Look Der there’s not much to tell you at this point but I figure you’d want to know as much as possible, so here’s the sitch. Deucalion and at least half of those Alpha’s from earlier are all part of the trafficking operation he has going, the others all naively believe in the organisation they think they are working for. Deucalion is also definitely the Founder. Now that we know what we are looking for Danny has been able to do some more focused digging on the dark web and he hit the payload, we’ve got them Der, we know them all and we have operatives following each and every one of them as we speak, they won’t get away with this Der” she promises.

Derek nods, listening to his sister's words, “so when’s the take down, how long do we have to wait?” he asks. She grins ferally, “that’s the best part Der, it’s tonight”.  

Derek staggers somewhat, “tonight, tonight? How the fuck did you manage that?” Cora snickers and realisation dawns on Derek. “Peter?” he questions, earning a nod from his sister “yeah big bro. Peter was like a man possessed today, well he was for those of us who saw him anyway. He wasted no time snagging Deucalion, we barely had the request in to him before he acted, there was no way he was letting a monster like that, a monster that hurt Stiles like that, stay on the streets for longer than he could!”

Derek nods, “that’s good, that’s great even, what happened?” Cora shakes her head “we don’t know all the details Der, this is Peter after all, but suffice it to say Peter toyed with him for a couple of hours and 'persuaded' him within that time to send a text to all his ‘colleagues’ about a top secret auction taking place tonight in the warehouse district, that would be offering up some high end untouched Omega's for sale.  

Needless to say all our targets got that message and will be attending. Deucalion had thought that giving him what he wanted would be the end of it, expecting some form of leniency or mayhaps a swift death for his cooperation. He thought wrong, that’s when Peter really went to town, if Deaucalion had thought the torture to that point had been bad, apparently it held nothing in comparison to what was coming after he gave up what Peter wanted. In Peter’s words, “well he didn’t need his eyes or tongue any longer now did he” which to be fair he’s right but still eww! Anyway he deserved it, apparently Peter is keeping him alive for now, toying with him still and waiting until the auction tonight to take him out as the guest of honour before all of his supporters in a humiliating display, completely naked and broken  much like he forced many an Omega to endure. After that, well apparently the district is entirely derelict, so it's being rigged to blow up at the right time, all the attendees will be being unknowingly trapped in a mountain ash circle by Peter's most trusted operatives, whilst Peter and Deuc keep them all distracted. Not one of those Alpha’s will be alive by tomorrow Der you have my word and more importantly Peter’s word”.  

Derek nods, he feels sickened at the words but thankful too, he wishes he could be there to tear them all limb from limb himself, but he knows this is for the best. Peter is clinical, methodical and leaves no trace behind, he will also ensure each and every one of them suffers like they deserve. Maybe this will be the kind of closure that will help Stiles once he knows none of the monsters who hurt him are out there any more. 

“Thanks Cor” he says sincerely, she shakes her head at him fondly “no problem big brother, Stiles is family, plus it’s also why we do what we do” he nods in agreement and she steps forward to pull him into a hug.  

“I need to be getting back now Der, we are alternating shifts of who is on watch and my break is almost over, we’ll let you know when it’s done ok” he squeezes her tightly in thanks and presses a kiss to the crown of her head. “Ok Cor, be safe, love ya” he says, to which she mock looks surprised, causing him to laugh. “Ya do? Ha wait til I tell Laur I’m the fave” Derek shakes his head fondly at her, “you know damn well I love you both the same!” he states unable to keep the smile off his face. 

“Nuh uh that’s not what I heard, I’m the favourite, we all know it, I’m gonna rub that in Laura’s face!” she says, dodging him as he swipes out a hand to slap at her playfully, causing her to snicker and dart out the gate before hollering back “we love you too Der bear, Stiles and Issy too at that, stay safe big bro!” and with that ducks into her car before Derek can reply, leaving him with a fond, if slightly exasperated, look on his face before he heads back inside.

……

The rest of the afternoon and evening go surprisingly well, Isaac is the just tonic Stiles clearly needed after his traumatic day. So when bedtime approaches Derek is easily swayed into having another sleepover party in his room. He’s unsure who beams at him wider, Stiles or Isaac, so he instantly knows he has made the right choice.  

They all snuggle up buried under the duvet with hot chocolate and marshmallows watching Hotel Transylvania 3. Before he knows it both Omega’s are fast asleep, wrapped around each other protectively purring away contentedly. He smiles and flicks the tv over to a documentary, before checking his phone to see if there have been any updates in the past few hours.  

He has a couple of missed texts from both his sister’s and Jackson checking in on Stiles’ welfare so he takes the time to reply, resisting the urge to ask what’s going on, as he knows he will be told when he needs to be.  

He’s half dozing watching a documentary on whales when his phone lights up next to him, reaching over he flicks it on to see a text from Peter with just two words ‘It’s done’.  

Derek closes his eyes in relief, a tear or two he hadn’t realised he had been holding on to releasing from his eyes as the tension melts out of him.  

Steadying himself he replies ‘thank you’ unsure what else to say, there’s no way he can express what he’s really feeling in words and he wants to leave no trail of what the messages are about so they need to remain relatively brief and innocent.  

Not expecting a response from his uncle he is surprised to get another text saying simply ‘always’. He smiles, he knows his uncle is always there for him and his sisters, but this is verification he is always there for Stiles too, feeling a surge of love for his uncle he sends him a heart emoji and can practically see the eye roll such a text will gain from his uncle and knows he won't get a reply to that. He snickers to himself and tucks himself back into bed, pleased in the knowledge that he will be able to tell Stiles in the morning that it is all over and mean it.

……

Stiles had been overwhelmed when he had learnt what had transpired that night, overwhelmed but relieved and thankful.  

In the mood to celebrate and embrace the sense of freedom he felt, he had dragged Derek and Isaac to the local fair to play on the rides, partake in the activities and of course, devour more cotton candy with Isaac, sticky hair be damned!

It was the weekend of the full moon so they planned on making the most of a family day together before Laura took Isaac tomorrow for Derek and Stiles to have the opportunity to complete their mating like they had planned.  

To say Stiles was excited was an understatement, Isaac was picking up on the pheromones he was giving out and as a result was an overexcited whirlwind much like the Tasmanian Devil, he was even wearing Stiles out which was unprecedented.  

So by the end of the day when Derek said he had a headache it wasn’t entirely surprising, the day had been action packed and Isaac had talked non stop pretty much all day long. 

Taking pity on the Alpha Stiles had suggested he take an early night whilst Stiles and Isaac had a sleepover in Isaac’s room. That way Derek could get some peace and an uninterrupted sleep.  

Reluctant to spend the night without his Omega, Derek had however conceded when even the sound of Stiles’ voice was making him wince. 

Isaac was up early the next morning and Stiles, wanting Derek to get a lie in after feeling so unwell, took Isaac downstairs to colour quietly whilst watching Paw Patrol on TV.  

“Mama I’s hungy” Isaac said, looking at Stiles beseechingly with pen all over his cheeks. Stiles smiled fondly at the little boy, loving it every time the boy honoured him by calling him his mama or mommy. 

Ruffling his hair Stiles gets up whilst saying “I’ll go make us some scrambled eggs ok, you tidy up and by the time you’ve cleared up this mess your brekky will be ready”, Isaac had of course grumbled slightly at the tidying up part, but quickly got on board with the promise of food. 

As Stiles is dishing up a plate for himself and Isaac, Isaac rushes into the kitchen, “Mommy! Daddy’s making weird noises, I’s fink he’s dying” Isaac whimpers out, lower lip trembling.  

Stiles looks at Isaac concerned as he places Isaac's plate on the table for him, “what noises baby? Is he up?” Isaac shakes his head, “nuh uh he was grumbling and wiggling so’s I wents in to peep at him and his clawses are out but his eyes is shut, I fort maybe he was playing a game wiv me but whens I wents to him and touched his arm he’s was weally hot mommy and he's made noises like he’s hurt. Mommy is daddy dying? I needs my daddy mommy, pwease save him pwease” Isaac sobs, throwing himself into Stiles’ arms. 

Stiles’ mind is going nine to the dozen, he knows Derek isn’t dying, he knows exactly what Isaac is describing, Derek is going into a rut. That would explain him feeling off yesterday too, but Derek’s rut isn’t due for another week or two.  

Instinctively soothing Isaac in his arms whilst reassuring him that his daddy will be fine, comprehension dawns over him. They’re true mates, just like Jackson and Lydia, Stiles is Derek’s true mate just like he'd suspected. They didn’t just love each other, they were destined for each other, they belonged together. Stiles lets out a muffled sob causing Isaac to look at him with concern, “Mommy?” he questions, but Stiles just nuzzles his head against Isaac's own, “sorry baby mommy’s just happy, that was a happy noise”. Isaac looks skeptical at that but Stiles hastens to reassure the boy. 

He settles Isaac at the table, promising to go check on his daddy and runs to Derek’s room. Hovering his hand over the Alpha he can feel the heat radiating off him. His scent is stronger too. There’s no question about it, Derek’s in a rut. Derek’s not only going to claim Stiles today but claim him whilst in a rut just like nature intended. 

The adrenaline pouring through Stiles makes him over eager, nearly falling over as he rushes to get his mobile phone and dial Laura. Laura thankfully is all to happy to take Isaac earlier than intended and arranges with Stiles to come pick him up in the next half hour. 

Stiles wastes no time reassuring Isaac that daddy is perfectly fine just a little under the weather so Aunt Laura is going to take him early so that Stiles can properly look after daddy. Isaac agrees, wanting his daddy to get better soon and helps to get himself ready so that Stiles can pack his bag. 

When Isaac finds out that Laura is going to take him to the Aquariam that day his previous fears are forgotten, trusting in the assurances of Stiles that his daddy is ok and just needing more sleep, he doesn’t even let Laura get out of her car before he is launching himself into the back seat, earning an amused look from his Aunt, who salutes Stiles and drives off, after wishing him a cheeky good luck.

Returning to the house and locking the doors Stiles wants to go to Derek instinctively, his scent is getting stronger, causing Stiles’ slick to flood from him.  

Knowing he doesn’t have long before Derek wakes Stiles divests himself of his clothes and showers, washing all the scents other than his own natural musk from his body, wanting to be exactly what Derek wants and needs as soon as the Alpha wakes. 

Refusing to dry himself in a towel, not wanting to take on any scent it could hold, Stiles walks into the bedroom naked and wet, wet from the shower, as well as his own slick which is now coating his inner thighs and balls. 

Entering the room he can see that Derek is already awake, not only is he awake but he is on all fours, body poised, eyes flaring red, with his claws and fangs out, looking every inch the wild and strong Alpha that he is. He’s clearly scenting the air having scented Stiles from the other room, his eyes light up with hunger as Stiles enters his line of sight, body glistening temptingly.  

“Hey Der” Stiles says quietly, cautiously approaching the Alpha. Derek’s chest rumbles at his approach, “Stiles” he growls out between his elongated teeth, eyes flashing and pupils dilating the closer Stiles gets. “Mine!” he all but snarls as Stiles offers out his palm, stroking his hand down Derek’s cheek, letting him inhale his scent direct from the source. 

Stiles smiles, already anticipating the reaction to the words he’s about to say, eager to entice the Alpha in such a way. “Not yours yet Der” he says softly, earning a growl from the Alpha as he backs away, heading towards the bedroom door, eyes locked on Derek’s own. “You have to catch me first Der remember” he teases, half nervous and half excited as his heart rate picks up.  

Derek’s eyes flicker, his body poises itself ready to pounce as he snarls out one word, “Run!”

……

Stiles runs, he flings himself down the stairs at a speed he didn’t realise he could do. From the sound of sheets being torn apart it’s obvious Derek is restraining himself from launching immediately after the Omega in order to give Stiles a head start so as to enable them both to enjoy the chase like they'd planned. 

The plan had been to have the claiming take place in the preserve, clearly even out of his rut filled mind Derek wants to follow through on their plan, so he waits, but when he hears the back door fling open and Stiles leave the house he lets go of the reins and lets his wolf take over.

Stiles has never been more thankful that Derek lives somewhere so isolated as he runs naked into the preserve, never the most agile of people, he trips over a branch here or there as he twists to see if he can catch sight of Derek pursuing him.  

Catching a glimpse of the Alpha in the distance Stiles heart sky rockets, god he looks so dangerous like that, so powerful, fuck Stiles can’t wait to be beneath him.  

He feels a gush of slick flood his thighs at the thought and he moans, his hole aching to be taken, aching to be filled. There will be no time for foreplay today, not for this first time anyway, his slick will make him good and ready for the Alpha because his body knows it belongs to him, was born to submit to him and take him. 

Stiles dodges around a hedgerow and jumps over a boulder but trips over a fallen tree in his haste to flee as Derek closes in.  

On the ground next to the tree Stiles pulls himself to his knees, bracing himself to stand up and resume the chase. But Derek is there now, he’s stood hunched on the other side of the log, panting raggedly, body glistening with sweat as his erection stands strong and proud in front of him. 

“Ohhh fuuuuck” Stiles moans as he takes in the sight, mouth parted in awe as his hole leaks more fluids onto the patch of grass he is hovering over.  

Derek clearly scents that, his nose flaring and a rumble sounding from his chest.  

Unwilling to give up quite so easily, but also warring with himself about his desire to just turn and present for his Alpha lik a good Omega bitch, Stiles spins on his heel launching himself away from Derek and towards the nearby lake. 

With a snarl Derek strikes, he launches himself in the air and pounces down behind Stiles, reaching forward with his hands to grasp at Stiles’ hips and throw him to the ground before him. Fall softened as he cradles him within his arms.  

Stiles twists his head to take in the sight behind him. Derek is poised over him, body almost entirely aligned with his own as he reaches forward with his one hand to clasp it around Stiles' neck, holding him in place as he leans forward to lap at Stiles' ear, with a growly whispered “Mine!”

More slick pours from Stiles’ hole and the Omega is ready to concede to the Alpha, ready to submit in the way only an Omega can. Tilting his throat to the side whilst allowing Derek to retain his hold on it, he offers it up vulnerably to him, “Yours Alpha, please, I’m yours, claim me Alpha claim me, knot me and mark me as yours for all to see” Stiles pleads.

With a growl, Derek moves, positioning his hips behind Stiles, kicking Stiles’ legs wide apart displaying his sloppy hole for the taking. Derek leans in and buries his face between Stiles' cheeks, coating his face in Stiles’ slick and rumbling appreciatingly, slurping his tongue over Stiles’ cock, balls and hole, before he positions himself to fill his Omega.

Teasingly Derek doesn’t thrust in straight away, he stays there, cock hovering at the entrance as Derek presses kisses and licks to the nape of Stiles’ neck and spine.  

The tension is building in Stiles, he can’t understand how the hell Derek is not fucking him senseless right now. With a whine Stiles presses back, taking the cock in a tiny bit deeper and earning a growl in response from the Alpha. “Der pleaaaaaaaaaaaase” Stiles whines, “Fuck me Der please, I need it, I want it, Alpha fuck me please” Stiles begs.

Resolve breaking, Derek slams his hips forward filling Stiles swiftly and fully in one go, knocking Stiles off balance so that he is face down in the forest floor, properly presenting like a bitch in heat. He feels Dereks claws at his waist holding him in place but not piercing the skin and he moans wantonly as the Alpha drives into him over and over, fucking him roughly, desperate to claim his mate. 

Derek’s knot is barely catching but Stiles can feel his own orgasm building, abstaining from sex for the past week having made them both all the more desperate to come. Stiles' cock is untouched, other than the friction from the forest floor, but his prostate is being rammed over and over again.  

Surprisingly Derek pulls him harshly back into his lap so he is sitting almost on Derek as Derek thrusts up into him, pulling him tight against his chest as he presses kisses along his throat, reaching around to tug at Stiles’ cock in time with his thrusts. 

 “Nggh” Stiles groans as he feels his hole start to flutter and his cock start to spurt, his orgasm crashing through him in waves as Derek’s knot finally catches and the Alpha simultaneously bites down on his mating gland at the same time.  

Stiles screams, he screams out at the most intense pleasure he has ever felt overwhelming him as Derek growls and laps at his neck, before Derek too lets his own orgasm take over. “Mine!” he snarls “My Stiles!” he roars as he comes.   

Stiles can’t help but smile dopily, completely sated. “Mine", Stiles repeats mimicking Derek. “Your mine too, My Der” he says softly, earning a pleased whine from the Alpha, who quickly moves Stiles’ head so that they are face to face and kisses him deeply, fangs only slightly in the way before he manages to retract them.  

“Yours” Derek whispers, pressing soft kisses to Stiles lips. “Always” Stiles says, cupping Derek’s cheek as the Alpha red starts to fade from his eyes and he presses sweet kisses all over Stiles’ face, before grazing his thumb over the mating bite. Gazing at it in awe Derek then locks eyes with Stiles again and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before saying “Forever sweetheart, forever.”

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Epilogue

Stiles and Derek spend the next few days in a mating honeymoon and rut filled frenzy. They spend all their time, outside of the necessary refuelling with food, fluids (no come doesn't count Stiles) or sleep, either rolling around in the preserve or nestled between the sheets on Derek's (now their) bed.

Stiles had wanted to make the most of having the place to themselves, wanting Derek to fuck him over every surface in almost every room. Derek however had resisted, not wanting his pup to potentially pick up on those kinds of scents left all over the house, should they somehow (however unlikely) omit from cleansing a particular area. He had relented to a couple of rooms though, the bathroom was fair game (although with Stiles' clumsiness, proved hazardous at times when balancing somewhat precariously in the shower), the kitchen was another room he agreed to surprisingly, given it always had plenty of other smells to overlap anything else, so Stiles had been thoroughly rogered over the breakfast bar, washing machine (yes the vibrations were awesome) and in the pantry after he had been bending over to get a jar from the bottom shelf, intent on sorting their dinner and Derek had been unable to restrain himself at the sight of his slick coated glittering arse cheeks. That had been surprisingly desperate and Stiles had loved every minute of it, despite the indent of coffee and pickle jars that lined his skin for hours to come.

The real surprise had been the garage however. Stiles barely ever set foot in the place normally but it was Derek's haven, his workshop and clearly Derek wanted to mark his territory (aka Stiles) within his existing territory (aka Derek's macho man cave).

Stiles had been fully on board! Derek had fucked Stiles over his Camaro hood, on the backseat of both his cars and over his precious work bench, the latter after Stiles had teased how he knew Derek worked wonders with his hands.

To say they were floating on cloud nine would have been an understatement. However through the haze of lust and desire they also couldn't wait to have Isaac back home, both clearly missing their precious pup and eager to finally really begin the family life they had all dreamed about together.

…..

Meanwhile, outside of school hours, Isaac had been spending his days with Laura and Cora who were alternating having the young pup with them each day. Neither had been blessed with children of their own yet, so since Isaac had come along both sisters secretly looked forward to Derek's ruts for selfish purposes, always eager to spend some quality time with their nephew, usually arguing between them over who's turn it was. Needless to say both equally spoiling him rotten and doting on him like crazy, secretly competing for both the best and most favourite auntie ever title.

Obviously Isaac had always been prone to missing his dad and this time had been no different. Made all the harder by his building excitement of him knowing that Stiles would be living with them permanently when he returned back home. Thankfully, however, with the aid of zoom, Isaac still gets to catch up with both Stiles and Derek each day, he excitedly tells them about his activities and pleads with his daddy to hurry up and get better soon and get mated to his mummy so he can come home all the sooner. He's too young yet to understand ruts or heats or even mating, so Derek being sick had been the best plausible excuse they had ever been able to think of each time to explain the need for distance when he had a rut. Obviously prior to that the plan had already been that Derek and Stiles would mate this week, so Isaac had been primed to expect having to spend some time with his aunts in that regard, knowing his mummy and daddy needed to go somewhere private to get mated even whilst not understanding the mechanics of it.

Isaac adores his Aunts, but as much as he loves them, secretly he thinks that they don't cook all the best, (Cora's lasagne was more like a soup), or give him anywhere near as squishy good snuggles as either his mommy and daddy give.

With a promise to his son on the final day of his rut that both himself and Stiles will pick Isaac up from Cora's the following morning bright and early in enough time for breakfast and then take him to school, the duo settle down for a more leisurely bout of languid love making on their final night of Derek's rut. The urge is less rampant and desperate now, Derek more able to take his time and enjoy every moment without chasing the need to knot, the key aim of any rut being to breed.

Knowing that it's the last time it will just be themselves for a while and wanting to make the most of it, they take their time. They set the scene for a night of romance, having a sitdown candlelit dinner at home, all the while naked of course and afterwards make love under the stars. They sleep outside wrapped together, exchanging sweet words and making promises of a better future that they know will be bright, now that they finally have each other.

……

Waking the next morning they head off to Cora's with a skip in their step and radiant smiles on their faces.

Arriving at Cora's when his sister opens the door to greet them she almost topples over as Isaac barrels past her to leap into his daddy's arms.

Burrowing into Derek's neck and instantly scenting him, snuggling into him tightly. Derek rumbles affectionately at the attention from his pup and feathers kisses on the crown of Isaac's head, then down his cheeks, causing the pup to giggle when Derek's beard scruff tickles him. "Daddy stoooooop is tickly" Isaac pleads, causing Derek to tickle his sides with his fingers, earning even more precious giggles from the boy as he swats at Derek playfully.

Chuckling Derek asks "did you miss me baby boy?", earning a "duh" and eyeroll from Cora who meanwhile steals her own hug from Stiles, welcoming him into the family properly whilst Isaac's occupied by his dad.

Isaac pulls back to look up at his fathers face an nods solemnly "I's misseded you sooo so much daddy, I's canni wait to have a snuggle party later" he says, eyes wide and hopeful.

Stiles can't help but chuckle knowing nobody had agreed to that but knowing there was no way in hell either of them would deny Isaac such a simple request after days of separation.

Sure enough Derek smiles fondly at his son, "me either baby boy, maybe Stiles will make his special chocolate popcorn this time" he suggests. Isaac beams elated to have snuck that hopeful win past his parents. Whilst Isaac is still content to stay nestled in his daddy's arms, he reaches his arms out towards Stiles, beckoning the Omega closer.

"I's missded you too mommy, so did foxy Stiwes, he missded your night night hugs" he says solemnly. Stiles closes the distance between them all, pressing kisses to Issac's angelic little face. Isaac instinctively leans in to nuzzle Stiles' neck, wedged firmly between them both, Derek's arms holding him securely. "I missed you too pup" Stiles says honestly, stroking his palm over the little boy's hair.

Isaac pulls back looking up at Stiles, nose wrinkling and eyes scrunched up in question. "Mama you's smells funny" he says innocently, completely confused.

Cora snorts a laugh before muffling it at a look from her brother and makes a hasty exit, leaving them to go back inside.

Derek and Stiles share an eye roll at her retreating back, before refocusing on Isaac.

"I do?" Stiles says, sharing an amused glance with Derek, the pup evidently scenting the claim mark which had changed Stiles' pheromones, merging them with Derek's own.

"Uh huh" Isaac nods.

Intrigued, Derek asks "What does he smell like to you baby?"

Isaac beams up at his daddy before reaching for Stiles to take him into his arms for a proper cuddle and allowing him to take a proper deeper sniff.

Pulling back so that he can see them both Isaac beams. Pulling Stiles' face closer so he can press a big kiss to his cheek, causing the Omega to chuckle and squeeze him fondly. Grinning a smile of true happiness Isaac squeezes Stiles back tightly, as he whispers, loud enough for them both to hear "home".

The End

Chapter Text

3 Months later

"Derek what are you still doing here? I thought you and Stiles had plans to take Isaac out trick or treating before the party later at Laura's?" 

Derek scowled at his younger sister and huffed in annoyance. Cora was fully aware that the reason he was late leaving was because she had been a tad too overzealous on a recent rescue operation. The operation had resulted in extreme property damage to buildings that belonged to innocent parties who were, quite rightly, not best pleased to find out that some of their fully stocked warehouses had been entirely eviscerated in an explosion, due to being neighbouring properties to a black market slavery ring auction house, which Cora had seen fit, in her infinite wisdom, to burn to the ground, not realising that the neighbouring buildings contained accelerants that understandably exacerbated the situation. Thankfully there had been no casualties, but that was the only saving grace of the entire ensuing nightmare that Derek was wading through.

Cora sighed and walked up behind where Derek was sitting and flopped over his shoulder, chin resting close to his face.  

"Derrrr, I said I was sorry", a huff from her brother the only hint that he was listening to her at all. "Come on Der don't be like that, I got everyone out didn't I, even the sacks of shit that deserved to be turned into charred piles of meat, it was a total accident" she grouches directly into her brothers ear as he jerks his shoulders in an effort to dislodge her from him. 

Faced with more silent treatment she harrumphs and drops down into the chair facing his desk, scowling at him in retaliation. He wasn't the only Hale who knew how to brood after all! A silent staring, or rather, glaring contest takes place between the siblings, before Cora eventually concedes defeat by lowering her eyes, unable to match an Alpha's determination. She resists however in baring her neck, she may be a Beta but she didn't bow down to her brother or sister after all.

With a huff she pushes the chair back and rises, "be like that then Der, but I really am sorry and I don't think Stiles or Isaac should lose out just because I messed up" she says miserably before slinking towards the door intending to leave.

A deep sigh and a squeaking of wheels sounds as Derek pushes back from his desk, rising from his chair. "Cora wait" he sighs, as he moves around and reaches for her shoulder, grasping it from behind before she exits the room.  

Still perterbed by her brothers behaviour Cora waits but remains facing away from him, it's up to Derek to call the shots now, she had tried after all.

Seeing that she isn't going to turn around Derek sighs again, releasing her shoulder and rubbing a hand down his face, exhausted and drained. "I know it was an accident and I know you did everything with the best of intentions, it's just taking up so much of my time. This lawsuit could cripple us and I can't afford to miss anything in all the documentation Jackson is sending over. It's not just our livelihoods Cor, but all the staff who work here as well as all the victims and vulnerable people we have yet to save. I can't afford to risk everyone like that by not taking the time and being thorough".

Cora sighs shaking her head sadly before turning around and bracing her hands on her brothers shoulders. "Der, when will you realise you are not in this alone, we are a family and we are a team. It's not down to just you to look at all this, Jackson's gone through everything with a fine tooth comb already as that's what you pay him to do. Laura will be going through everything as well and you can bet your sourwolf ass that Stiles has read everything twice if not more in order to make sure all the I's are dotted and T's are crossed".  

Derek sighs, "Stiles isn't" but before he can get another word out Cora slaps his head earning a small growl accompanied with a scowl from her brother. "What the fuck was that for" he snaps.

"If you were about to say Stiles isn't qualified or experienced enough to go through all that stuff you had better think again big brother, the only reason he's not qualified is because he's an Omega and they aren't allowed, but that guy is smarter than everyone here at Hale's Angels and you know it" she spits out, defensive of her brother in law and best friend. 

The scowl she gets from Derek is equal to her own at her assumption of what he was going to say. But Derek's eyes eventually soften and warm as he takes in his sister defending his mate. He shakes his head fondly "that's not what I was going to say Cor, I was going to say Stiles isn't going to mind if I don't make it in time to go trick or treating, I can always catch up with them later at the party and yes I know Stiles is smarter than everyone here, that's not something I would ever suggest otherwise". 

Cora has the decency to look abashed, she should have known really that her brother would never say anything like that, he was an advocate for Omega's for fucks sake, but her hot head did often get away from her, case in point this whole god damned mess her brother was trying to fix.

"Look Der, no Stiles won't mind but that's not the point. He'd still prefer that you joined them, plus Isaac wants you there and you want to be there so go, this can wait until tomorrow, a few more hours here aren't gonna change anything in the case that can't wait, so go, spend time with your family and enjoy yourselves" she encourages.  

 "I don't know, I've still got to…"  

"No Der you are going and that's final!" Cora states, hands on her hips as she glowers at him. The image of his little sister trying to look so bossy whilst also being a total sweetheart with her intentions makes Derek chuckle, caving instantly whilst unable to resist sarcastically responding with a "yes Alpha" causing Cora to stick her tongue out at him in retaliation.  

However before they can talk anymore Derek's phone starts to ring and looking at the screen he sees that it's Stiles' dad. Frowning in confusion he picks up.

"Sheriff hi, everything ok?"

"Hey Derek, yes all's ok I just wanted to let you guys know I'm having to head in early to work so I won't be there if you call by with Isaac trick or treating"

Puzzled as to why Noah is ringing him to tell him this and not Stiles Derek queries

"Thanks for letting me know, I'm actually still at work, did you want to ring Stiles too?"

"No can do, I've already tried, just keeps going to voicemail, so I wanted to let at least one of you know which is why I'm calling you"

Derek nods before realizing he needs to use actual words, "yeah of course thanks for the update, it's unusual for Stiles not to pick up though. I'm leaving now so will head straight home to make sure everythings ok".

"That's great, I'm sure everythings fine. Knowing Stiles he has either forgotten to charge his phone or left it somewhere. I'm sure everything is fine son, don't you worry yourself too much ok" Noah reassures.

Derek instinctively nods again, getting a warm feeling just like usual whenever Noah calls him son before remembering to reply again. "I won't, but I'll get him to text you to let you know he's ok when I see him" Derek suggests. 

"You do that son, you and those boys have a good time tonight, watch the amount of candy he has or else he will be just like a Gremlin, causing mayhem and bouncing all night!"

Derek snorts a laugh at the image "Will do sir, I've already told Isaac he will have a limited amount tonight so he's at least expecting not to gorge himself on it all!"

Noah laughs, "that's great son that's good parenting, however I was talking about Stiles" he says with a chuckle, earning a startled laugh from Derek in return.

"Good point, Stiles will have the same rules as Isaac don't you worry"

A laugh from the Sheriff warms Derek's heart "you're a good man Derek, you've got your hands full no doubt but you're a good man indeed".

Blushing somewhat Derek smiles "thanks sir, have a good night, hope it's not too chaotic for you"

"Me too son, me too! Have fun with my boys now and I'll catch ya again, see ya son"

Derek hangs up after a quick "Bye sir" and locks eyes with Cora.

She raises her eyebrows at her brother "want me to come with you to check everything is ok?" She queries, obviously having heard the entire converasation.

Derek shakes his head, "no need, the Sheriff was right, Stiles just probably needs to charge his phone or something, I'm sure everythings ok" he says whilst biting at his lower lip.  

Cora shakes her head at him before swiping his keys from his pocket. "Come on worry wolf, I'm driving" and bolts out the door. With a shake of his head and a fond smile Derek quickly follows her lead.

********

Derek had tried ringing Stiles on their drive over, but like Noah had said it just went direct to voicemail. In a bid to quiet his agitation he had unknowingly started tapping away at the dashboard, before being swatted by Cora who was, to quote, apparently being "driven insaaane Derek!" As a result Derek was now flexing his claws in and out as a means to focus on something else without making any distracting sounds. 

Pulling up at his house there appears to be nothing untoward. Stiles' jeep was on the drive and once they had stepped out of the camaro it was clear that there were no foreign or concerning scents in the vicinity.  

Passing Stiles' car they see his phone on the driver's seat, clearly having fallen out of his pocket before he left the vehicle. "See Der all's good" Cora reassures, patting him on the back as they approach the house.  

Derek nods, opening his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by a high pitched scream from within the house. Both Derek and Cora's eyes widen in alarm before they take off running to the front door, Derek in his panic, fumbling and dropping his keys as he hears Isaac scream out "Stiwes noooo nooooo! Stop it please, daddy, daddy come home pweaaaase help me help me daddy, daddy save me."

Wasting no further time in his urgency to get to his mate and son Derek forgets the keys where they have fallen and charges into the door, barrelling into it, causing it to fly off its hinges and across the hallway, as Derek pounces inside, body tensed, his claws and face fully wolfed out.

As he barrels down the hallway he comes to a sudden halt when the Joker from Batman steps out of the dining room with a look of total and utter shock on his face, made all the more bizarre due to the creepy face painted smile.  

"Derek, what the fu..uh..dging hell are you doing? You scared the bejesus out of us!" Stiles, aka the Joker says, as he marches past him to stare at front door in despair, before looking at Cora in total bemusement as the look of fear on her face swiftly morphs into hysterical laughter causing her to drop to the floor crying laughing and clutching at her chest.

Derek however is still stock still, his mind trying to compute that his mate it would appear is actually fine, that there is no danger and that yes it appears Isaac is also fine if the little face peering around the dining room doorway, with jelly smeared all over his cheeks, is anything to go by.  

"Daddy, daddy are you ok? What's dids the door do? Was it naughty?" Isaac asks innocently clearly confused, causing Cora to chortle all the more as Stiles tries to repair the damage somewhat, before giving up and just propping the door against the doorway.

Seeing Derek hadn't moved at all Stiles stomps around in front of him and looks up into his face, annoyance morphing quickly to concern when he sees the fear still etched into Derek's face and able to hear his heart beating double speed.  

Realising that he needs to take a different approach he steps closer and cups his hand around Derek's cheek. "Der, talk to me, what's going on?" He urges.

Derek opens and closes his mouth a few times before somehow brokenly getting out "your phone….weren't answering….me or your dad… screams.. Isaac calling for help", his breath hitching somewhat.

At Derek's words Stiles had initially patted his pockets for his phone then realising the extent of Derek's fear pulled him closely into his chest for a hug, wrapping himself around his mate and scent marking his throat with his hands and face.  

"I'm so sorry Der I must have left my phone somewhere,I didn't realise and me and Isaac we were just playing, he's fine I promise he's safe, we're both totally safe".

Derek's breath continues to hitch as Stiles presses kisses all over his face "safe" Derek whispers, before sighing with relief, "fuck Stiles" he mumbles.  

"I know I know, i'm sorry we scared you big guy, but I must say your Hulk smash persona with the front door was very sexy!" Stiles teases, earning a snort of laughter from Derek, who looks around to take in the damage. "I'll fix it don't worry" he promises, "where's Isaac?" Derek inquires, looking around as he registers having seen his son but him no longer being in sight.

"Cora took him into the other room when you were doing your impression of a man made from rock" Stiles says, earning a slap on the behind from Derek for his sass, causing him to chuckle.

"Ahh there's the Alpha I know and love" he teases. "Come on Derbear lets go see what our little monster is up to." Then with a wink "maybe Isaac's taught her some manners" earning a snort of laughter from Derek and a hollered "I heard that! Watch your back Stilinkski!" from Cora.

Stepping into the dining room Isaac has his face buried in a plate filled with syrup attempting to pick out dolly mixtures and skittles that are scattered around on the plate as he bends forward, face first into it with his hands held behind his back.

Derek face palms at the sight "oh dear god who thought this was a good idea? I am not cleaning him up from that, this is all on you" he says to Stiles and Cora, both of whom pull faces at him in return.  

"Don't be such a sour wolf Der, it's Halloween, time for party games and candy galore! Bring on the sugar!" Stiles says, doing a little dance before hopping over to help Isaac wash and wipe his face after successfully snagging the last sweet. 

"Good god, Noah was right" Derek mumbles to himself, before snapping a photo of the sticky duo and sending it to the Sherriff to let him know they were fine, getting a laughy face emoji, a puking emoji and a 'good luck with that!' back in response.

Once Isaac is slightly less sticky he runs over to Derek and launches himself into his arms. "Daddy, daddy its hawoween, da witches n ghostys be out ooooooooh" he says with his best ghost impression. Chuckling at his sons words Derek presses a kiss to his forehead "lots of ghoulies be out tonight, I thought there were some in here from all the screaming I heard, did one try to eat you?" He teases.  

"Nuh uh, its was Mommy Stiwes he chaseded n caughted me thens made me eat eyesballs an toes!" Isaac explains dramatically. Derek raises an eyebrow at Stiles, who over Isaac's shoulder, wobbles a plate of jellied sweet eyeballs, before sliding it directly in front of Isaac's face causing Isaac to shriek. Clearly that explains the jelly he had seen earlier on Isaac then. Derek huffs a laugh before fully taking in Stiles' costume of the Joker from Batman. Looking between Stiles and Isaac he takes in that Isaac is wearing a police uniform with his Sheriff badge in pride of place on his chesrlt.    

"I see you're both ready to go trick or treating in your costumes, I suppose I had best go find scramble something together so we can head on out before it gets too dark or people run out of candy" he says earning a gasp of horror at the idea from Isaac who immediately kicks his legs to be put down so as to hurry Derek along.   

Chuckling Derek goes to leave but is stopped as Stiles hands him a bag. "Got your costume all sorted here, let me know if you need help putting it on" he says with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, earning an "ewww" from Cora.

Looking in the bag Derek sees a Batman costume and looks up questioningly at Stiles. "I thought you'd want to be Batman" he queries, getting an eyeroll from Stiles in response "Derek I am Batman, I can't go as myself for Halloween now can I" he says faux seriously with a smirk, gaining an eye roll in return.  

"Yeah daddy, mommy Stiwes cant be's hims self we's gots to be pretend for hawoween. So he's being Mr Joker man, I's being commiss commisson uh" lsaac looks to Stiles for help. "Commissioner Gordon buddy" Stiles clarifies.

"Yea hims an a bits of pop pop Stiwinski wivs my badge and you's daddy getses to be mommy Batman, see!" Earning a snort of laughter from Stiles at the moniker.

Smiling fondly at his son Derek nods in agreement. "I best go get changed then" he says before heading to the bedroom to get ready.

Appearing in the hallway 15 minutes later he sees Cora with a bag of tools by the front door. "Cor you don't have to do that, I'll fix it" Derek says. She looks up at him and gives him a friendly nudge "I know I don't ya big galoot but I want to, you guys go on now and have fun, I'll lock up when I leave and I'll catch you all at Lauras later".

Pulling her in for a one armed hug Derek thanks her, then looks around for the others. Seeing this, Cora lets him know that they have gone outside already in order to grab Stiles' phone from the jeep and to let Isaac check out the neighbours decorations.

Heading down the path Derek sees Isaac chasing Stiles down the street and laughs at the sight of the handcuffs hanging in his hands, remembering when Isaac first received them off the Sheriff and the ensuing fun he and Stiles then had. Walking towards his family, Stiles pivots and catches Isaac up in his arms, twirling him around in glee, before they catch sight of Derek heading their way.  

"Holy smokes Batman, that is one mighty fine wolf your wearing" Stiles states clutching his heart dramatically earning giggles from Isaac. "You's looks super good as Batman Stiwes daddy" Isaac says earnestly, causing Stiles to beam.

"Thanks Commissioner Gordon, are we going to catch ourselves some ghoulies or criminals tonight? I see you have your trusty badge and handcuffs ready" he says, with a subtle wink at Stiles causing the Omega to blush.  

"We's out detecting for sweets tonight Batsman, we's also gots to take Mr Joker to pwison for being naughty!"

"Naughty huh, well it looks like you have caught him good and proper, perhaps we ought to take him to prison straight away so he doesn't steal any of those sweets we are detecting". Earning a vigorous nod from Isaac they make their way towards town.  

"Cora told me dad's at the station, that he had to head in early" Stiles says, "we thought we could swing by there first to say hi so he could still see us in our costumes and then we could go trick or treating right after" Derek nods, looping his arm with Stiles as Isaac skips ahead ooohing, ahhhing and sometimes shrieking at the decor around town.

The Sheriff's station is quiet when they head in, waving at Parrish on the front desk who waves back happily, nodding them directly through to the Sheriff's office. Stiles had been reluctant to come back to the station for a while based on his past experiences, but had been reassured by his dad that all the officers who had caused problems before were no longer there. As such he had taken to calling by more frequently, usually with Isaac in tow, much to his fathers glee and as a result had gotten pretty friendly with Parrish.

Walking into his dads office Isaac darts in rushing around the desk and clambering straight up into Noah's lap before the man had even had a chance to greet them.

 "Well this is a surprise, to what do I owe this pleasure" Noah asks, reclining back in his chair and tickling a giggling Isaac in his arms.

"Well it wouldn't be Halloween without seeing my old man now would it" Stiles sasses, popping an apple down on the desk.  

Noah scowls "less of the old son, and what's with the apple?"  

"It's Halloween, I brought you a treat" 

Noah's scowl intensifies "and I suppose a chocolate bar is out of the question?" 

"Too right pop pops it is, besides that's a special apple isn't that right Issy"

Isaac nods enthusiastically.

"Is that so, and what, dare I ask, makes this apple so special?"  

With that Isaac leans forward and grasps it in his hands looking down at it in wonder then up at his grandpa with gleeful pride. "I's caughts it for yous pop pops, I's wons it an nearly drownded!" He says, his eyes exaggeratedly big.

Derek's eyebrows raise in alarm as do Noah's. "What? How did you nearly drown?"

Nodding even more exaggeratedly Isaac bounces on Noah's lap, "it's just didnt wants to be caught its kept bouncing under n under n didsn't matter hows much I's tried I's couldn't gets it to come outs or stays still so i's tooks a big bweathe n pushed alls the way to the bottoms an I's managed to keeps its still to catches it for you" he finishes proudly.

With that Isaac turns the apple over to reveal a bite mark on the other side. Noah and Derek, relieved, start to chuckle as Noah takes the apple in his hand to seriously study it. "Wow look at that, you mean you caught this special for me bobbing for apples and nearly drowned doing it? What a brave boy you are, here lets see what I have to reward such bravery and on Halloween no less!"

Rooting around in his desk drawers he comes up with a pack of Reese's peanut butter cups, causing Isaac to squeal in delight before kissing his Pop Pops in thanks and popping it into his candy bucket.  

Stiles however is less amused "And why father do you just happen have chocolate in your drawer?" he asks peevishly, earning eyerolls surprisingly from both Derek and his dad. "Give it a rest son, it's Halloween, I happen to have a stash in here should any kids wind up at the station for any reason". 

Evident guilt crossing his face Stiles mumbles a "oh right, sorry dad".  

"I know son I know" Noah says fondly, sending a subtle nod of thanks to Derek who, unseen by Stiles had strategically placed himself in front of a half eaten family size Galaxy chocolate bar that had clearly been being enjoyed by the Sheriff prior to their entrance.

"So what's your plans now?" Noah asks to them all but focusing on Isaac primarily.

"Well me's n Batman have awwested Mr Joker and we's brought him to yous to locks up to keeps him outs of twouble n then me's an Batmans going to go detecting for sweets cos that's mores importants than Twick or tweating" Isaac says seriously. 

Chuckling away fondly Noah asks "is that so, shall we take Mr Joker here down to the cells then so you and Batman can get on with your important task of detecting?"

Wiggling in delight, Isaac squeals "yes pwease pop pops yay you's da best" before jumping from his lap and running around to grab Stiles by the hand and leading him out of the door. Loudly urging both Batman and his grandpa ahead of them so they can lead them to the cells.

Unlocking a cell door Noah gestures with flourish for Isaac to lead Stiles inside which he does with glee, marching him across the room and ordering him to sit on the bed before rushing back out and slamming the cell door shut with a clang, urgently telling his grandpa to lock it up quick before he escapes.

Once locked in Stiles walks over to the bars and theatrically shakes them causing Isaac to giggle "Let me out!" He hollers, "I've been framed" he shouts. Much to the others amusement. Shaking his head Isaac sternly says "No you's gots to be good now Mr Joker, no's being naughty n no's sweets for you" all the while shaking his finger.

Stiles juts his lower lip out sulkily, lowering himself down to Isaac's level. "I'll be good I promise, please can I come out now?" 

Isaac frowns considering before shaking his head "No's Mr Joker, yous been a naughty man so you's needs a time out for a bit to fink about yours behaviour" he says finally with a boop to Stiles' nose. 

Turning round he grasps Derek's hand, "come on Batman we's gotsa to start detecting afore alls da sweets disappears" he says somewhat worriedly.

With that he tugs at Derek's hand and starts pulling him down the corridor waving at his grandpa as he goes. Noah meanwhile is silently chuckling at Stiles' shocked face at actually being left in a cell by his son and Derek's bemused one as he follows Isaac with simply an apologetic shrug Stiles' way.

"Seriously?" Stiles states standing back up, hands on his hips. "Seriously Derek you too?" He hollers. Hearing an "I'm just following the Commissioners orders" coming back at him.  

He scowls at his dad who is full on laughing at him now and says "laugh it up chuckles, they've gone now you can let me out".

"No way son, you heard that wee lad, you need to think about your behaviour and I daren't risk letting you get corrupted by the temptation of sweets" he chortles, earning a huff from his son.

"Betrayed by my entire family and left to starve in a cell on Halloween, tis deplorable" Stiles whines dramatically. Then as if a lightbulb has gone off in his head he shouts out "Parrish, Parrish, come let me out, I'm being illegally held against my will!"

Parrish appears around the corner peering in at Stiles and then looking at the Sherriff who jangles the keys and then puts them in his pocket with a grin.  

Parrish's eyes widen, quickly followed by a huffed laugh escaping him as he slowly backs up.

"Parrish seriously? He's an old man he can't stop you, let me out! This is abuse of power!" Stiles shouts.

"Sorry Stiles I'm not going up against the Sheriff or for that matter Batman" he says with a chuckle before he leaves the Stilinski's alone once more.

Stiles scowls at his dad but he knows a lost cause when he sees one, he got his sense of humour from his dad after all and to be fair, this is totally something he would do too.  

With a huff he walks to the back of the cell and sits on the bed, glowering moodily, before shaking it off and sticking his tongue out at his dad earning a laugh. "Well played dad, though please can I have something to eat? I was counting on a dinner of candy so I haven't had anything as I was saving space".  

"Sure thing" Noah says, before reaching inside his pocket and taking out the apple from Isaac, making quick work of tossing it through the bars, before turning and walking away.

Stiles only sees what it is once he catches it and then he groans at the sight. Whining pityfully "that's not funny dad" he shouts out to his retreating father. He hears his dad chuckling away "then why am I laughing?" Noah retorts. "Besides for a change your getting tricked tonight Stiles instead of the treat" he teases back and yeah, Stiles admits, that's kinda fair, he had after all pulled tricks on his father a number of times over the years. He gazed at the apple, turning it over and smiles sappily when he sees Isaac's baby teeth imprint in the apple skin, thinking of his dad and his new found family fills him with happiness and warmth. He's right where he wants to be in life right now, so whilst tonight he may have gotten tricked, he definitely won the treat.

******

The sound of voices and running feet an hour later heralds the arrival of Derek and Isaac back at the station. A buoyant Isaac appears in front of the cells bouncing on his heels excitedly causing Stiles to chuckle as he wanders over to the bars to greet him.  

"Hey there Issy bear have you been having fun?" Stiles asks, whilst crouching down to nuzzle the boy through the bars.

"Uh huh, we's gotsded loads of sweets and loads of chocolate momma, once you's free an off da naughty list I'll share some of daddys wivs you" he promises, causing Stiles to chuckle. 

"Daddys huh, but not yours?" He teases, earning a snort from Derek as he rounds the corner with Jackson surprisingly in tow.  

"You'll be lucky, this is what's left of Isaac's" Derek says, tipping Isaac's bucket forward to show only candy wrappers. Stiles raises an eyebrow at Derek as he stands, ruffling Isaac's hair, noting bits if melted chocolate amidst his curls and rolling his eyes.  

"I thought we were setting a limit" Stiles queries, earning a huff from Derek. "That we were and I did, but then someone more wayward than you came along and led our Isaac astray" Derek says whilst playfully glowering at Jackson.   

Jackson rolls his eyes, "yeah yeah whatever, kids gotta have someone to look out for him so he gets to experience all the joys of childhood and who better than his most awesome and favourite uncle, aint that right Issy my man" he says whilst holding out his palm for Isaac to high five, which he does with surprising force. 

"Awesome" Stiles whines, "I get locked up and Jackson becomes the favourite, what's my life right now" he bemoans jokingly.  

"All the better for having me in it" Jackson retorts instantly, earning a huff from his best friend. "Sure sure, now let me out, momma wants some sugar!" 

Isaac giggles whilst Jackson rolls his eyes, "no can do I just wanted to say hello before I head over to Lyds, her niece is coming over to watch Hocus Pocus and I wondered if Isaac may wanna join us all if it was ok with you guys, he's welcome to stay the night too?"   

Derek looks to Stiles for insight, "we have Laura's party but there's not any other kids there really so what do you think?"

Stiles shrugs and looks at Isaac whose looking wide eyed up at them all, "up to you lil dude, what would you prefer to do?" Stiles asks.

Isaac eagerly jumps towards Jackson, hollering "Unca Jax Unca Jax!" Earning laughs from all the adults. "I think we have a winner" Stiles declares.

"Was it ever in doubt?" Jackson says snarkily. Earning a fond shake of the head from Stiles.   

"So should I take Isaac with me now or did you guys want to do anything first? It's not a problem either way, I think we are doing some activities first before the film, some party games and arts and crafts so Isaac is welcome any time" Isaac's eyes had been getting rounder and wider the more Jackson spoke as he looked pleadingly up at his parents.  

Derek chuckles at the sight, "you want to go now pup?" He asks, pretty positive of the answer.   

"Yes pwease daddy, I's wants to play n do's cwafts wiv Unca Jax pwease" earning a doting smile from Jackson.

"Ok baby cmere n give me a hug then" Derek says, before wrapping the boy up in his arms and kissing his head, nuzzling his face in his curls. Isaac turns to face Stiles and then tugs on Derek's sleeve, silently asking him to unlock the cell door with the keys he had been given by Noah on arrival.

Once the door is open Isaac dashes inside and all but climbs up Stiles' body, pressing his face into Stiles' neck and nuzzlling his cheek. "Love you momma, sowwy you's been in pwison" Stiles chuckles in responde, pressing kisses into Isaac's hair and all over his face. "That's ok pup, it was a good trick you pulled on Mr Joker, but next time I'm gonna be Batman" he teases.

Isaac however seriously shakes his head "noooo you's really is Batman momma so's you"s can't remember" he says earnestly. Causing Stiles to chuckle and say "ok Superman it is then" which gains a nod of agreement from his son.  

Popping Isaac back on the ground the boy runs over to Jackson, arms held aloft wanting to be carried. Jackson instinctively reaches down to scoop him up into his arms and onto his hip. "Come on then bud, lets get our party on!" Jackson urges, earning a shouted "woooo" from Isaac.

"See ya losers" Jackson sasses as he gives them a wave and saunters away with a grinning Isaac pressed tight to him waving at his parents cheerily whilst mimicing his uncle with an undeniably cute "yeah see ya wosers!" 

Stiles and Derek can't help but laugh and wave until he is out of sight and then turn to look at each other, soft looks on both their faces, the clear love for their son evident on both their faces. 

"So Joker we meet again" Derek says with a smile, stepping into the cell with Stiles. "That we do Batman" Stiles responds smiling back, then mockingly scowls, "and don't you think I'm letting you off locking me up in here Mr" he snarks jabbing a finger into Derek's chest.

Derek grins, stepping forward so as to back Stiles up against the wall, leaning in to press kisses along Stiles' jaw and neck, before whispering suggestively "but I thought you liked being locked up" causing Stiles to gasp. Derek slides his tongue around Stiles' ear as his hands grope for Stiles' ass, pulling him close, grinding his hips into him so that they can each feel each others hardening lengths.  

Stiles moans as Derek peppers kisses down his throat, fingers tweaking at his nipples through his shirt making him arch up into him.  

"Fuck Derek" Stiles whimpers.  

"Mmm that's the idea" Derek teases, before capturing Stiles' lips in a heated kiss, arms lifting Stiles aloft under his ass, encouraging Stiles to wrap his legs around Derek's waist. Absorbed in each other they mindlessly rut their lengths against each other through the fabric of their costumes.  

"Have you got the cuffs?" Stiles asks between kisses. Before realising "shit Isaac had them didn't he" earning a huffed laugh as an affirmative from Derek who had somehow managed to work Stiles' shirt open and was mouthing at his hardened nubs. 

"Fuck Derek at this rate I'm gonna come in my pants, I need you in me now!" He whines desperately.  

Derek seems to take this as an order and starts unbuckling Stiles' pants but hesitates when there is a bang of a door elsewhere in the station. They pause looking at each other, eyes locked, worried about whether they are about to be caught, quickly shuffling to make themselves presentable. Footsteps sound but nobody appears, then after a nervous silence a throat clearing alerts them that someone is in fact in the corridor just out of sight.

"Son, I'd appreciate it if you took your sexcapades elsewhere, these walls are thin and I'd rather not have a soundtrack to to your's and Dereks sex life as a memory." 

Stiles groans silently as his dad continues to speak, thunking his forehead against Derek's chest in embarissment whilst Derek bites his lower lip and silently laughs.

"Stiles? I take it by the silence that you are in agreement? I'll be in my office with the door closed now to save you your blushes" he teases before turning and starting to walk away.

"Thanks dad, your the best" Stiles calls earning a snort from his father. "Oh dad before you go, I don't suppose you've got any more handcuffs…"

"Stiles for the love of god do not finish that sentence. I want to pretend this never happened capiche. There are some things a father does not need nor want to know!!"

With that they hear his office door open, but before it closes a clatter of metal on tile sounds as a set of handcuffs with an accompanying key are tossed down the corridor.  

Derek stares in surprise as they land in front of the cells. Stiles however just starts giggling mouthing "best dad ever", whilst snagging them quickly and twirling them around his index finger, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Derek, gaining a shake of the head and a slight blush from the older wolf. Stiles snorts a laugh before pulling Derek into him, pressing a fierce kiss to his lips before tugging him along behind him so that they can head on out. Waving goodbye to Parrish as they make their way outside and start walking towards home.  

"We've still got Laura's party to get to" Stiles says, nibbling on his bottom lip whilst fiddling with Derek's fingers as they hold hands.

"We can head there later if we feel like it" Derek says, "for now I've got a treat to devour and I plan on taking my time tearing it apart" he promises with a salacious kiss to the palm of Stiles' hand.  

Moaning at both the sensation and the thought, Stiles leans in and pulls Derek's head down, kissing him thoroughly, tongue exploring every inch of Derek's mouth, mapping it to memory whilst tugging at his hair, causing the Alpha to let out a guttural groan.  

Mouthing his way up his jaw and towards Derek's ears he whispers "I love you sour wolf" as he nibbled on his lobe, earning a nip to his chin for the nickname to which he chuckles "but you know how this goes Alpha, you've got to catch me first". He says with a teasing edge, sliding his lips back along Derek's jaw, before stepping back and taking in Derek's dazed yet heated gaze, smiling he leans in again and biting down on Derek's lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, earning another groan from the Alpha, causing Stiles to grin ferally.  

Satisfied with reaction he's elicited, he presses a soft kiss to Derek's lips, gives him a saucy wink, then turns and flees.

Derek's frozen in a daze, mouth slightly ajar for mere moments until he realises the challenge he's been set, his cock is already rock hard and tenting his costume in an obscene manner, but he is beyond caring. He lets out a growl of frustration before bursting into action to chase after his mate.  

Stiles however is fast, Derek can't see him anymore but he can hear him, can hear him laughing with happiness as his Alpha pursues him and he dodges out of sight time and time again. It's a game they've played every so often, one that thrills them both just as much now as it had that very first time.    

Stiles somehow manages to make it home before Derek can catch him, divesting himself of all of his clothes as he darts through the house making his way to their bedroom to lie in wait for his Alpha. 

Derek in turn eventually rushes inside, making short work of locking the newly repaired door and quickly following Stiles' trail through the house. Pushing open the bedroom door he is greeted with the sight of Stiles naked in the centre of their bed and his mouth waters. He's on all fours with his ass raised in the present position, he's face down with slick glistening all over his hole and thighs as it leaks out of him in his wanton desperation. Derek can't help but pause in the doorway at the delectable sight, breathing haggardly, his eyes flaring red as he struggles to contain his wolf.

Tired of waiting Stiles tilts his head back and raises his eyebrows. "Well" he says somewhat sassily, "trick or treat?" 

With a snarl Derek is on him, head buried between Stiles' thighs as he buries his tongue in his fluttering hole, torn between slurping away at it or thrusting his tongue deep in side, wanting to devour every inch, causing Stiles to tremble at the sensation and drop his head to the bed panting.   

"Ughnnnn fuck Der" Stiles moans whilst unbelievably still managing to giggle slightly as he pants out a mumbled "treat it is!" Getting a swat on the ass from Derek for his daring. He squeaks a laugh before sinking his body further into the mattress, burying his head into his pillow, giving himself over entirely to be claimed by his Alpha. 

Derek's face is coated in Stiles' slick and he still can't get enough but he knows his mate needs more. Finger by finger he works Stiles open further, brushing against that bundle of nerves, causing his Omega to curse and scream at him in his desperation for release.

"Derek fuck please" Stiles whines, earning a nip to his derriere that makes him clench down on Derek's fingers. It's heavenly but it's just not enough and he's seriously losing patience. 

"Derek for fucks sake get your giant Alpha cock in me right this second!"  

That gains a growl from Derek who makes short work of spinning Stiles around so that he is on his back facing him, before he is finally, blessedly positioning himself between Stiles' legs and pressing in.   

The stretch is delightfully exquisite. Derek fills him up so well but even so Stiles knows he can still take more, still wants more!

"Fuck yes Alpha that's it" Stiles moans as Derek pounds into him, his lips caressing Stiles' neck as his hand tugs at Stiles' cock pressed tightly between them, leaving a messy trail over both of their stomach's. "Fuck Derek yes, fuck me Alpha, fuck me".  

Derek snarls, gutteral and beastly as his animalistic urges take over. Eyes flaring as he gazes down at Stiles, Stiles in turn smiling up at him, loving seeing his Alpha this way, reaching up to caress his cheek then pull him down into a desperate and heated kiss.  

Stiles can feel his orgasm approaching, knows its imminent. Pulling his mouth away from Derek's he cries out desperately "Der I need it please, please fuck. Knot me, knot me Alpha, breed me, fill me up, fill me with your pups!" He cries.  

Those words seem to trigger something inside of Derek, with a howl he latches on to Stiles' neck, biting down onto his claiming mark as his knot catches and his cock pulses his seed into Stiles' greedy hole.  

Stiles lets out a silent scream of pleasure, nails digging into Derek' back, vision whiting out, as his cock pulses vigorously, coating them both with his come.

Panting raggedly Derek laps and kisses at the reclaimed mating bite, soothing it and nuzzling his face into Stiles' neck, causing the Omega to purr. Derek smiles tenderly before kissing his way up to Stiles' mouth, stroking his face adoringly as he presses soft kisses to his lips.

Stiles is smiling at the attention, always loving this tender side to his Alpha. He laps up the attention gazing dreamily up at Derek when he pulls back slightly to once again gaze down at him. Derek smiles lovingly back at him, cupping his face, before rolling them carefully onto their sides, pulling Stiles to lie across his chest in a more comfortable position as they await for his knot to go down. 

Stiles nuzzles into Derek's chest sleepily, Derek's arms wrapping around him holding him close, hands stroking down his back soothingly.   

"Love you sourwolf" Stiles mumbles dozily into Derek's abs, earning a sleepy laugh from his Alpha and an "I love you too my precious mate" in return. It's mere minutes later that Stiles can sense Derek has fallen asleep, quiet snores sounding from above his head confirming it.

Stiles can't help but smile dopily, totally and utterly content. As he drifts off to sleep himself, his last thoughts thinking fondly of his family and that this had undoubtedly been his favourite Halloween ever.