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Step by Step, We'll Get There	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 22
- 23
- 24
Author's note: This chapter took an interesting turn towards the end, but well, that's not a surprise anymore in my stories *shrugs*
Warnings: Small time skip; mature content; think that's it for this chapter
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 23
The right mood couldn't be recaptured anymore when they climbed back into Derek's bed. Stiles tried to find at least a spark of excitement, but the events of the night and the odd vision left him feeling drained, off kilter, and definitely not in the mood to do anything but sleep.
Not exactly how he had expected their first night together to go.
"You okay?" Derek asked, drawing him into his arms.
Stiles breathed out slowly, staring up at the ceiling. "Could be better," he admitted chagrined. "Not really how I had thought our night together would go, to be honest."
"Yeah, me neither," Derek murmured and nosed his cheek. "At least we were there in time."
"Except we still don't have any answers," Stiles muttered frustrated, scowling. Was it that hard to just fucking explain things for once?
Could he expect more of these fucked up visions and if so, why? Was it because he was an Elemental Fox? Deaton had said the Nemeton had given him the warning – was this part of whatever bond there was supposed to be between the two of them? If so, he wasn't certain whether he wanted to bond further with the tree. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life getting one vision after the next, constantly feeling on edge.
Although, he supposed humourlessly, that wouldn't be much of a change with how he was living his life currently, on guard the entire time he was outside because Theo still hadn't been found.
"We'll get them in the morning," Derek said and twisted around to turn off the lamp. "Think you can sleep?"
"I feel tired enough," Stiles mumbled, turning onto his side.
He ended up with his nose pressed into the wolf's shoulder and with his next intake of breath, his senses were assaulted by Derek's pure scent and unconsciously he relaxed a bit, inhaling deeply. He threw one leg across Derek's thighs and felt a warm hand palming his hip, holding him close against the older man.
"Try to get some sleep," Derek whispered, kissing his temple.
"Yeah, making no promises," he sighed, rubbing his face back and forth against a firm shoulder.
Despite his comment, though, it didn't take him that long to fall asleep, wrapped up in a protective, warm embrace.
He was still bleary-eyed by the time they arrived at the Hale house; the cup of coffee he'd had at Derek's apartment not having kicked in yet. Dad's cruiser was present in front of the house, together with a black Honda Stiles hadn't seen before.
"Family member of yours?" He nodded at the car when they walked to the front door.
Derek threw a quick look at it and shook his head. "No, I believe that's the car Deaton drives."
Huh. Stiles blinked. He hadn't exactly pegged Deaton for a Honda type of guy, but then again what did he know? It wasn't like he was that close to the druid, not like Scott was.
This time it was Derek's dad, Alexander, who opened the door before they could ring the doorbell and he smiled at them, waving them inside.
"Talia's in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Your dad and Deaton are with her," he added, closing the door. "You managed to sleep well after last night?"
Stiles uttered a non-committal sound and trudged to the kitchen, lured in by the enticing scent of brewing coffee and sizzling bacon. His mind instantly sharpened when he spotted his dad at the kitchen table, his gaze focused on the pan with bacon.
"You can only have two strips of bacon and that's all, dad," he piped up and grinned when dad scowled at him.
"I spent the entire night at the precinct and I can't even have as much bacon as I want? Talk about being ungrateful," he muttered, leaning back in his chair.
"You could have had more if that was turkey bacon, but it isn't," Stiles said and shuffled to the counter where Talia was cracking eggs in a bowl. "You need any help?"
"No, Stiles, it's fine," she smiled and waved at the table behind her. "Go sit down, so we can discuss what happened last night."
At once his mood soured a bit and dad offered him a sympathetic look when he sat down next to him. Alexander entered the kitchen and started pulling plates out of one of the cupboards, dividing them on the table before grabbing cutlery. As soon as Derek sat down on Stiles' other side, Deaton walked into the kitchen as well and Stiles noticed he wasn't wearing the odd amulet anymore.
That only strengthened his suspicion that the amulet had been worn for a specific reason.
"So, are you going to tell me what last night was all about?" Stiles asked, resting his hands on the table. "Who was that woman and why did she come here in the middle of the night? Why did I get that vision? Am I going to get visions all the time now? How can a tree be capable of giving visions and how did it know someone was coming? Where's the woman now? Did you - "
"Stiles," Dad interrupted him, raising an eyebrow.
The Omega shut his mouth with a click and flushed with embarrassment. He hadn't meant to just word vomit all those questions, but he was getting frustrated with being kept in the dark. He just wanted some clear answers finally.
"Your questions will be answered, do not worry," Deaton said calmly and took one of the last remaining chairs. Folding his hands on his lap, he went on, "I will first explain who that woman was you saw last night."
Stiles actually wanted to know why he'd got that vision in the first place more than the full identity of the mysterious woman, but he kept quiet, figuring – hoping – all his questions would be answered eventually.
If not, he would just keep pestering them until they gave in and told him. Whatever it took to finally get some damn answers.
"Samantha Pune is a druid like I am, albeit one without any close ties to a town. She had heard rumours of the Nemeton awakening from its slumber and had decided to check whether those rumours had any merit to them," Deaton said, thanking Talia when she put a cup of tea in front of him.
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms. "So what, she just wanted to see the Nemeton? Why did she wait until the middle of the night to do that? And why would the Nemeton send me a vision then? It felt like I was being hunted down." He shivered, rubbing absently over his arms. He didn't think he would shake off that nasty sensation soon.
A hand landed on his knee and he quirked a quick smile at Derek, who smiled faintly back. The warm touch helped him calm down a bit and he took a deep breath.
"It is not strange for druids to be interested in the Nemeton, especially when it was in slumber for so many years," Deaton allowed and a wry note entered his voice when he continued, "However, a druid normally knows better than to enter a town uninvited when that town is in possession of such an artefact."
"Does that mean she didn't come with good intentions?" Derek raised an eyebrow.
"No, she had plans of taking a part of the Nemeton with her, possibly to gain control over it," Deaton replied and sighed softly. "She had hoped to use the cover of the night to get away with it."
"What is it with people trying to gain control over the Nemeton?" Stiles frowned, his mind flashing back to Theo who'd committed all those murders in an attempt to gain control over the Nemeton.
Why was everyone so obsessed with it? It was a natural source of power, so what? Couldn't they bother someone else with their obsession for power? Someone else who preferably lived very far away, like on the other side of the country.
"You gain control over the Nemeton and you receive access to a large reservoir of natural power," Deaton answered soberly. "Anyone with bad intentions and a hunger for power would be attracted to something like the Nemeton."
"And that's where my vision comes in, I suppose?" Stiles asked sourly. "What the hell was that all about? Will I get a vision every time some idiot attempts to control the Nemeton?"
"It's part of the deal the Nemeton makes with an Elemental Creature."
Stiles jumped when Peter slipped into the kitchen soundlessly, a smirk gracing his features. Fuck, he hadn't heard him approaching at all; hadn't even known he was inside the house. Why did Derek have to have such a creepy uncle?
"Deal? What deal?" Dad asked sharply. "And how do you know about this stuff? I thought Deaton was the only one with knowledge about the Nemeton."
"I read," Peter smirked and leant against the kitchen counter, pouring a mug full with coffee. "In return for guarding the town, the Nemeton requires some protection of its own. If it feels threatened – or believes a threat in general is approaching the town – it will send a vision to the person it's bonded to, which in this case is you, Stiles. So no, you won't have visions all the time, only when there's a threat."
"How many threats did my mom have to deal with?" Stiles asked warily; his hand squeezing around Derek's absentmindedly.
Peter's smirk deepened. "Some months more than others."
"Great, that's just great," Stiles muttered and rubbed his free hand over his face, frustration bubbling up.
Receiving visions every month if people decided to be giant assholes? God, he was already dreading that prospect. Wasn't there a way to make sure the possibility of a threat would be lessened? There had to be, right, because he couldn't remember his mother leaving often in the night or even during the day. Granted, he'd been a child back then, but some sort of instinct had always woken him up every time one of his parents had got up during the night. If mom had had to deal with possible threats multiple times a month, he would have noticed her absence.
"Isn't there a way to, you know, keep the chance of a threat relatively low? Because I still have my studies and I can't just drop them every time some dickhead decides they're in need of some power," he said, shifting on his chair. That probably sounded selfish of him, but whatever. He couldn't particularly care at the moment. He already had had to make changes in his life to accommodate that son of a bitch still roaming around, on top of the Nemeton wanting to bond with him every week, and if he had to deal with regular visions on top of that …
That would drive him crazy for sure. He wanted some resemblance of a normal life still and visions about power hungry bastards weren't a part of that.
"There is a way," Talia said slowly, exchanging a look with Deaton.
Stiles perked up. "Yeah? Great! What kind of way then?" he inquired hopefully.
"You learn to set up new wards with Deaton and Peter."
What.
"I just don't get why Peter has to be there with me too when I'll finally put those wards around the town," Stiles grumbled, plastering on a smile when he passed some of the Hales. An aunt and uncle who lived in San Diego if he wasn't mistaken.
The Full Moon party was in full swing; people were laughing and talking, devouring the food Alexander and some of the other Hales had spent the entire day preparing. The moon itself was slowly but steadily climbing up in the sky and soon they would gather to run together.
Stiles had been looking forward to this party, to the opportunity of running with a group again, with Derek, but the conversation this morning was still bothering him, preventing him from fully enjoying the party.
"Deaton, I would understand, but Peter? That doesn't make any sense!" he insisted and nearly smacked a glass of the table when he waved his hand around.
"Mom said it's because the Hales have been living on this land for so long, we've turned into de facto protectors of the Nemeton as well and one of us has to know where the new wards are," Derek murmured, swiftly stepping out of the way of Cora who was yelling something about taking revenge on Laura for fucking up her shoes and rushing after her cackling sister.
"I know that, Derek, but why does it have to be Peter of all people?" Stiles retorted irritated. "Why not your mom, or Laura, or you? Literally everyone would be better than creepy Uncle Peter!"
"They probably have their reasons," Derek said and sighed when Stiles opened his mouth to protest again. "Look, I know you don't like it, okay? And I get why. But he's supposed to stay out of your way when you put the new wards down, so ignoring him will probably work out the best."
"There's no ignoring that guy," the younger man muttered darkly, narrowing his eyes at the creep in question, who was standing on the other side of the bonfire, entertaining some younger Hale cousins with stories of his travels.
Briefly Peter looked up and their eyes met, a smirk splitting his face in two and Stiles pulled a face, looking away. Eugh.
"I know, but can you try? For me at least?" Derek asked, sliding his arms around Stiles' waist and rubbing his nose in the Omega's neck, scenting him.
"You don't play fair," Stiles groaned, shivering when Derek's beard brushed against his skin.
"Never claimed I would," Derek smirked, but before their lips could meet for a kiss, Erica popped up next to them with a giant shit eating grin on her face.
"How are the two lovebirds doing?" she cooed, slinging an arm around Stiles' neck and pinching Derek's cheek quickly before he growled and snapped his teeth at her. That only made her snicker and tighten her grip on Stiles.
"Better when you weren't interrupting us," Derek answered, narrowing his eyes.
"Now that's not nice, Derek," she chided him; her bright red lipstick standing out starkly against her pearly white teeth. "We're one big family here and - "
The rest of her response was cut off by a squeal when Boyd swooped her off her feet and threw her over his shoulder like a potato sack.
"Don't mind her; the moon is getting to her head," he said calmly, serenely ignoring how she smacked his back with her fists.
"It is not!" she protested, kicking with her feet too, making Stiles duck before he got hit in the face by one of them. "I was just going to tell them that if they wanted to sneak away and have their own private moon party, I wouldn't - "
She squealed again when he smacked her ass and then he walked away, carrying her off amidst her laughing protest.
Isaac showed up next to them at the table and grabbed a glass of soda, staring impassively at the retreating backs of Boyd and Erica. He lifted his glass in the air and wrinkled his nose.
"Just a head's up, but if you do sneak off, don't go to that clearing with all those fallen tree trunks. That's Erica's favourite spot."
With that, he wandered off, letting himself be accosted by Laura, who insisting on showing him something.
"Your friends are weird," Stiles commented offhandedly, trying not to think about what exactly 'Erica's favourite spot' meant.
"Our friends," Derek corrected him and damn it, that shouldn't have made something in his chest flutter so much. The Beta pulled him closer against him and murmured in his ear, "I know you're not happy about the whole deal with Uncle Peter following you during the wards placement, but Pune has been sent away and your training with Deaton doesn't start until Wednesday. Let's enjoy the full moon tonight, okay? I've been looking forward to doing that with you."
"Yeah? For how long?"
"Months," Derek simply replied and for some reason Stiles felt his cheeks heat up.
"I hope you didn't hype up your expectations of this too much, you might get disappointed," he joked. His breath hitched when hazel eyes gazed at him intensely.
"You'd never disappoint me," Derek murmured and bent down to kiss him.
They only broke apart when Talia called out, "Everyone, gather around! It is time to start the run!"
Stiles shared a look with Derek and he grinned, a small smile unfolding on the older man's face, as they walked hand in hand to the bonfire where Talia doled out the only rules their run had.
Don't go out on the streets.
Don't stray too far out of the Preserve.
Don't hurt yourself or others.
But more importantly: have fun.
Barely had the last 'rule' left her mouth or there was a whirlwind of clothes being pulled off and dumped on the floor as people shifted into their animal form; all of them eager to start running.
Talia as the host gave the start signal by shooting off like a spear into the woods, her large, black wolf form easily swallowed up by the darkness of the trees. Alexander bounded after her swiftly and then everyone shot forwards: wolves, coyotes, even a couple of hyenas.
And one sleek fox, constantly darting in front of a large form, teasing him by smacking his tail against his snout, before bursting out in another fast run to stay out of the wolf's reach.
Never too far away, though. He didn't want that.
As Stiles ran there, surrounded by his dad, his boyfriend, his friends, his pack, the urge to howl joyfully rose and so he did, howling at the great, large, silver moon, joined by a chorus of other howls.
Whatever shit was happening in their lives, this night was theirs. Their night to run freely, to enjoy themselves, to be happy, to spend time with pack.
For just this night, Stiles was completely free.
Training with Deaton was nothing at all what Stiles had expected it to be. He had thought he would just get some instructions on how to place the wards and that would be it.
Of course it couldn't be that easy.
He would need a special kind of strain of Wolfsbane to form the wards with – "No, this won't harm you. It's a type specifically cultivated for this type of situations," – but before he could use that, he would first need to visualise the wards and strengthen them mentally. How could he strengthen them mentally?
By meditating.
He'd always had trouble sitting still for as long as he could remember and now he was forced to meditate for at least two hours five times a week, trying to visualise the wards he would use in order to strengthen them mentally. He'd asked why he couldn't just imagine like some sort of glass bowl descending over the town like in that one show, but Deaton had only given him a deadpan look and told him it didn't work like that.
Of course it didn't. Because that would have been way too easy and they couldn't have that!
The shape of the wards would come to him eventually, Deaton reassured him, as long as he concentrated and settled his mind. Once he was ready – again, he would know when that was, just like he'd known how to bond with the Nemeton (which no, he hadn't, he'd been working blind the whole time!) – then he could place the wards around the town.
He also had to familiarise himself with the Wolfsbane ash, get to know the texture of it so he could manipulate it better once he formed the wards. He'd been wary of it first, expecting it to burn his skin, but it felt like regular earth to him, just finer and blacker than the night.
All of that he had to do on top of his regular studying and visiting the Nemeton, which led to him basically spending very little time with Derek. His studying had already limited their time together – not to mention Derek's own work – but now they barely saw each other. There was a stolen hour here and there when Derek joined him at Deaton's or when Stiles drove over to his apartment to share lunch or so, but actual real time together? That had become very sparse.
Dates were entirely out of the question now and even though it had only been a month – though it felt much longer than that – since he had started training with Deaton, his lack of time together with Derek was starting to irritate the hell out of him. During the whole bullshit with Theo, he had clung to the thought of being with Derek to get through those long months. Now that they were finally able to be together, they still couldn't spend much time together because of Stiles' studies and his extra task of creating wards.
It was beyond frustrating.
Already wound up for making no progress whatsoever with those damn wards, it would surprise exactly no one who knew him that when December rolled into the country, Stiles snapped.
The last time he and Derek had spent any decent time together had been during Halloween – and even then it hadn't exactly happened in the way Stiles would have liked. First he'd had that vision, then they had been waiting near the Nemeton and afterwards during the party, they had spent most of the night running around. Don't get him wrong, he'd loved spending time with the pack, but even during that night he hadn't had any real opportunity to spend decent alone time with Derek.
Which was why he was now driving straight to Derek's apartment, pent up beyond belief. He'd left a note for his dad so he wouldn't worry when he came home to find his son gone, had texted Scott that under no circumstances – except maybe possible death, but only if the possibility was real – he was to be disturbed tonight and had shut his books, leaving everything behind on his desk.
Fortunately he didn't have any meditating to do tonight, but even if he had, he would have refused to go. It had been a month and he really needed to spend time with Derek, before he would go crazy. Wasn't it normal to want to spend time with his boyfriend? Scott skyped with Kira every week, which was more than Stiles could say he did with Derek – and they lived in the same town! That was how pathetic his life had become: his best friend spent more time with his girlfriend through a freaking screen than Stiles did with his own boyfriend.
He was going to put a stop to that today, though. After all these weeks of nonstop studying and meditating without having a clue what the hell he was doing, he deserved a break! One way or the other he was going to spend time with Derek and finally do what he had wanted to do a month ago!
It started raining softly by the time he parked his jeep and he shivered when he stepped out, the cold wind smacking him right in the face. Pulling his hoodie closer around him – maybe he should have grabbed a jacket – he hurried into the entrance hall of the apartment and pressed on the button connecting to Derek's apartment.
"Stiles?" Derek sounded confused, which made sense, considering it was only three in the afternoon and the older man knew he studied at this hour normally.
Not today, though. Nope. "Yeah, can I come up?"
"Of course."
He took the stairs, too wired up to take the lift, and Derek opened the door of his apartment with a bemused smile. He drew the Omega in for a kiss before stepping aside to let him in.
"Hey, I thought you were studying?"
There were papers spread out across the table with a laptop next to it, Derek's mail open on the screen. Coffee gone cold stood a bit further away in a green mug.
"Took a break," Stiles answered brightly and kicked off his shoes, padding further into the apartment on his socks. "You got time or do you need to finish your project first?"
"I can make time." Derek shrugged, following him. He was dressed in a grey sweater and black sweatpants, which made executing Stiles' plan a whole lot easier – if the Beta agreed at least.
God, he really hoped so, because he really, really wanted to spend some actual quality time together. Quality time that would hopefully have them take another step in their relationship …
Derek dropped down on the couch and cocked his head to the right a tad. The sweater clung against his chest and when he lifted his arms and braced them on the couch, the grey cloth lifted up slightly, revealing a teasing hint of dark hair disappearing into the sweatpants. Stiles remembered being pressed up against that firm chest, strong thighs bracketing his body and his mouth dried up slightly.
"Stiles?" Hazel eyes flashed golden and Derek's nostrils flared a bit when he scented the air; his pupils dilating slightly.
After a month of just stealing short moments here and there, being surrounded by Derek's scent, having the realisation in the back of his mind that they would be spending at least a couple of hours uninterrupted, it felt like he was drowning, standing only a couple of feet away from Derek and his fingers started to itch with the desire to touch.
Before he could think twice, before his brain to mouth filter could kick in, he blurted out, "Can I suck you off?"
That – was not exactly how he had planned to ask it. Derek looked just as stunned as he felt and he felt his entire face heat up, embarrassment colouring his face red. Sure, he'd fantasised about it a couple of times, wondered just how exactly Derek would taste like, late at night when he was getting himself off, but he hadn't meant to just blurt out his proposition like that. Especially not when this was essentially the first time in a month that they would be spending some actual time together.
Oh god, what was wrong with him?
Burying his face in his hands, he groaned. "Just ignore me, obviously I have no filter. We can just cuddle, you know, or watch a movie, whatever."
"I'm not saying no."
Derek's voice was low and when Stiles peeked through his fingers, he had to lick his lips at the way golden eyes burned almost unholy. Derek held out his hand, beckoning him silently, and Stiles stumbled forwards like he was a puppet whose strings were controlled by the man in front of him. When he was close enough, Derek pulled him down on his lap, so he ended up straddling him.
"Do you want to do this?" he asked; his eyes intense when he wrapped his left hand around the younger man's neck. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
"Trust me, I want to," Stiles immediately replied, resting his hands on strong shoulders. He couldn't help but lick his lips again and a thrill went through him when the wolf's eyes flicked to his mouth, flashing with interest. "Do you want me to?"
Derek shifted and Stiles bit down on his lip when he felt the Beta's obvious interest digging into the crease between his thigh and his crotch. "Yes," he growled before catching Stiles' mouth in a fierce kiss; his other hand clamping down on Stiles' left thigh.
Hell yes. Sometimes his lack of filter did turn out to be a good thing.
A small part of him had been worried that maybe he was going too fast too quickly. They had been dating for less than three months now – was that considered too fast to be doing this kind of stuff?
Some people might say yes. Yes, they were going too fast; yes, they should slow down, keep it to kissing and cuddling only.
He'd never been one to listen to what other people said, though. Maybe this was fast, too fast; maybe this was out of the blue, but he wanted to do this, Derek wanted this, and that was all that mattered, no? If they both wanted this, did it matter how slow or how fast they were going?
He hadn't realised just how much he needed this until he was on his knees between Derek's legs, bare skin and firm muscles rippling underneath his hands, listening to the soft whimpers and muffled moans leaving Derek's mouth as fingers tightened and relaxed in an uneven rhythm around the strands of his hair. Hadn't known just how much he would enjoy doing this until he had Derek's cock in his mouth and was left figuring out just what kind of touches the wolf liked.
He didn't take him deep in his throat – not yet, but he would definitely work his way up to that, yes, sir – but took him as far as he dared to go without triggering his gag reflex, making up for the rest by using his hand. When he twisted his hand, he dipped the tip of his tongue in the slit and smirked when that got him a loud groan in response and the hint of nails against his scalp.
He was completely surrounded by Derek's scent, his essence heavy on his tongue, and he loved every second of it, even when his jaw started to ache and his mouth felt too stretched, probably reddened as well. He looked up when he pulled back up and catching lust filled, half lidded eyes, he held them all the while he sank back down with his mouth and that earned him a hissed whisper of his name and Derek's right leg jerking against him.
When Derek's hand cradled his head and his hips started rolling upwards into Stiles' mouth, Derek finally having given up on his restraint, Stiles knew he was getting close and redoubled his efforts, bobbing his head up and down faster, curling his tongue around the tip of his cock whenever he brought his head up.
"I'm close," Derek warned through gritted teeth and he started gently pulling Stiles away, but he was having none of that.
He just hummed in confirmation and when he pulled up next, Derek came, and he hurried to catch everything in his mouth. Still a bit spilt down his chin and after swallowing – coughing a bit at the taste, not entirely bitter, but not sweet either – he pulled back and wiped the back of his hand over his chin, wiping it off.
He glanced up and grinned when multicoloured eyes darkened into golden. "You liked that?" he asked teasingly, his voice rough and his jaw aching like mad.
That was worth seeing Derek like this, though: cheeks flushed, chest heaving up and down, eyes wide and dark and golden, burning brightly. Then Derek smirked and sat up, drawing Stiles on the couch with him.
"Definitely, let me show you just how much I liked it," he breathed out and fuck, yeah, Stiles was all for that.
Forget studying for the evening, he had much more important things to do now!
Sometimes he really loved his lack of brain to mouth filter.
AN2: I don't know, guys, this is just what Stiles ended up doing *shrugs* One month without any decent Derek time is clearly too much. I originally had another cliffhanger in mind, but I figured I'd be nice for now and leave you with this kind of ending :P I do hope you appreciate my restraint LMAO
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in the next chapter in which Stiles will receive somewhat disturbing news ...
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