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The rest of the pack showed up very shortly after. Stiles felt like he was ready to sleep and he very nearly did, except Derek dragged him downstairs and forced him to be there.
Erica and Isaac arrived with Scott in tow, who proceeded to give Derek a good piece of his mind. Isaac tried to calm him and when Boyd showed up they both managed to stop the yelling.
Derek remained collected the whole time, just waiting for his yelling to stop. He knew that it made him feel better to get it out and he didn’t blame him for yelling. In fact it would have been strange if he didn’t.
When all of the noise had finally subsided Boyd gave Derek a nod and reached out to shake his hand, a man of few words. Erica gave him a punch in the arm before shooting him a grin.
“No hard feelings about the kiss right?” She said and Derek narrowed his eyes.
“What kiss?” He said.
“Yeah, what kiss?” Scott said and Isaac looked from Erica to Stiles.
“Don’t even look at me.” He said with an amused grin.
“Uh… funny story.” Stiles said with pink flushing cheeks.
“Hey, it worked wonders didn’t it?” Erica said, folding her arms. “Besides, you were gone.”
“Derek… I… well I mean…” Stiles fumbled.
Derek walked over to him and grabbed him by the shirt, kissing him roughly before shoving him back. “We’re fine.” He said, shooting Erica a satisfied grin and she shook her head.
Scott rolled his eyes but Isaac just smiled.
Not long after Jackson showed up with Lydia and Allison. Lydia had a pretty smart mouth on her but Jackson shrugged it off.
“I’d leave too if we didn’t have senior year coming up.”
“What do you care? You’re a werewolf.” Lydia said.
“He just doesn’t want to say that he’s staying for you.” Boyd gave Jackson a cheesy grin and he growled.
“Please, I don’t think any of these guys would admit that in front of anyone else. Not even Isaac.” Erica said, grinning over at him.
“Hey!” Isaac said with an insulted look on his face and Scott’s cheeks almost seemed to flush.
“Sometime you don’t need to say it out loud.” Allison shrugged with a side glance at Derek who rolled his eyes.
They all knew the reason he was back.
“So, are we celebrating or are we standing around trying not to say the things that we’re all obviously thinking?” Jackson said sarcastically.
“I know where he keeps his booze.” Isaac smiled.
“Hey, paws off.” Derek said, heading into the kitchen to find something that he wouldn’t mind them drinking.
While most of them used his return to the pack as an excuse to drink and celebrate Stiles just wanted to be with him. When and where didn’t even matter, he was happy just watching him argue with Scott from across the room.
Isaac came to sit next to him with a glass of low-grade whiskey in his hand and leant back casually.
“Are you comfortable?” Stiles said.
“I’m not too bad.” He said, watching Derek and Scott just the same as Stiles had been moments earlier.
“You know drooling, right? Haven’t you had enough of that over the last two weeks?” Stiles turned to face him.
Isaac shook his head. “Not in the slightest.” He had a hungry look in his eyes that suddenly made Stiles feel a little uncomfortable.
“Okay… well maybe you could do it in your own time. You know, I’d hate to walk in on it again.” Isaac chuckled and looked at him.
“Maybe you should knock next time.”
“Yeah? Yeah, maybe I should.”
They laughed and Derek walked over to the two of them. He looked down at Stiles and tweaked his head to the side.
“I’m being beckoned.” Stiles grinned and Derek shook his head.
“Shut up and come with me.” He grabbed him by the hand and Stiles wasn’t about to argue with him.
“Turn the music up won't you?” He called back to Isaac and Derek just pulled him along faster, heading up the stairs.
“Where are we going?” He asked.
“It was hard being away from the pack but I’ve had enough dealing with Scott for one night, you’re the one I really want to see.” He pulled him into his arms and swayed him side to side slowly.
Stiles rolled his eyes playfully. “Well maybe you shouldn’t have left for two weeks without a word.”
“You’re never going to let me forget that are you?”
“Hey, you are going to do a lot of grovelling to get me to forgive you completely.”
“I said I’m sorry and if you don’t recall I believe I got on my knees more than once already.” He said, nipping at Stiles’ neck.
“Yeah well don’t expect that to change.” He said, closing his eyes as Derek’s tongue slipped from his neck to his collarbone.
Derek laughed and pushed him back, gently holding him against the wall. “I don’t.” He whispered. “If you want you can make me your slave until you forgive me.”
“You know that is tempting, but what would I call you? My slave? It just doesn’t quite have that ring to it.” Stiles said and Derek looked up at him, their noses only just touching.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “You can call me your boyfriend if that’ll make you happy.” He grumbled.
“I think that would give you a better chance of forgiveness.” Stiles smiled.
“Well I guess that’s settled then.” He kissed him lightly on the mouth and tightened his arms around him.
For so long he thought that he would never find someone that he could be with. Derek had thought that the teenager with so much hope and such a bright future had died with Paige, died in the fire, any hope of regaining a normal life, a normal love had diminished in all of the years he had spent away with Laura. He wanted to be so much more than he was; his pack wasn’t complete until he found his trigger. Such a silly little thing to start off with but somehow it grew into something stronger than anything he had ever felt.
And all it took was one seemingly insignificant human to change him into the man he thought he had lost, and the man that he wanted to find.
“But I swear to god Stiles, if you give me another one of your pet names I’ll rip your throat out… with my teeth.” He said in a huff.
“Hey, don’t be such a sour wolf.” Stiles said, and was silenced with the fiery heat of Derek’s lips against his and finally everything seemed to fit.
END.
The sequel to this story will be added soon, it will be called Treacherous Affairs.