Hi guys!

So, here's the second part of my little work, I hope you'll enjoy it and leave me a comment

(again sorry for the mistakes, I have no permanent beta... but if you're interested let me know :))

Better late than never

"Peter?" Stiles shouted into the house taking off his hoodie. God, it was hot outside.

"Hello boys," the man greeted him and Isaac with a wide smile.

"Have you seen Derek?"

"I'm afraid he's not here," Peter answered looking at the chocolate bar in Isaac's hand.

"Perfect!"

"What?" the man snapped his head up.

"I gotta talk to you," Stiles threw at him Snickers.

"About?"

"The book."

"Oh," Peter smirked, "you probably want to send pup over there to a run."

"Isaac, honey," Stiles turned to the young werewolf, "if you don't want to be scared for life by Peter talking about sex, you should go for a walk."

"What kind of book have you read?" Isaac chuckled.

"You don't want to know," Stiles sighed.

"I'll tell you later," Peter winked at him. Isaac smiled like you smile at someone who is about to jump into your bed and nodded.

"Go, go, go," Stiles showed him out of the door. "I love you both, but you can have sex on the stairs after I'm far far away."

Peter rolled his eyes going back to his room. "Been there, done that," he said over his shoulder and chuckled evilly when Stiles let go of the banister with a horrified look.

"So," he turned back at the young man in his room, chewing on the given Snickers, "what do you want to know?"

"Is it true?"

"Most of it," he smiled pulling out another book. "This one is about mates. I thought you might find it interesting."

"Thanks," Stiles smiled back. "I'm not sure why are you giving me this kind of information, it probably has something to do with the fact you and Isaac are fucking like bunnies, and I definitely just didn't say that, but... thanks."

"You're quiet welcome."

"Can I have a question?"

"Sure. What's bothering your pretty head?" Peter asked and raised an eyebrow when Stiles showed him a page in the book, which he had left in Derek's room earlier. It was the passage Erica had read, but Stiles couldn't bring himself to read it aloud.

"And your question is...?"

"Do you really have-"

"Yes," the werewolf smirked, "but we can control it. There's no need to knot every time and alphas don't do it on every full moon. It's a kind of a claim, another step in the mating. That's in that book," he pointed at the smaller one in Stiles' left hand.

"Okay, I get that. And what about the breeding?"

"You don't know how to make babies?" Peter snickered. "If the mates are male and female the werewolves breeding and human is alike – you're not safe, you're pregnant. If the mates are both males neither of them can get pregnant unless one of them is an alpha."

Stiles nodded. "Do they both need to be werewolves?"

"No, you can have a baby whenever you want Stiles. Just ask," Peter rolled his eyes.

The boy squeaked out and became as red as a tomato. "Um, well, thanks for the answers."

"No problem," the man waved his hand, "but Stiles."

"Yeah?"

"Read the book," he said with a serious expression, "so I can welcome you into the family," he added with a grin.

Stiles beamed.

"Fuck my life," Stiles whispered, "this is amazing!"

"What's amazing?"

"Did you know a mated pair has a bond that tells you what the other feels?"

"Well, I've found out recently," Isaac gave a little shrug looking up the stairs.

"No way! You and Peter are mates?"

"What did you think?" the wolf chuckled.

"Dunno. That you were just fooling around. You don't seem deeply smitten or anything."

Isaac laughed his eyes sparkling. "Trust me, we are," he smiled happily.

"Wait, you mean-"

"I love him, Stiles," he interrupted him with a serious tone, "I was scared of him at first like everybody else, but when my wolf recognized him," he shrugged and smiled oddly making Stiles think about things he didn't want to. "It's like... I don't know, as if everything suddenly clicks into place."

"That's," Stiles sighed looking away, "that's great. I'm happy for you," he said in a small voice.

"What's wrong?" Isaac frowned.

"I... it's nothing. I've just realized something."

"Stiles," Peter came down to them sitting down next to Isaac who automatically leaned closer. "I didn't give you these books to show you what you can't have."

"But-"

"I thought you were the clever one," Peter smirked. "But I see I need to spell it out for you. You're Derek's mate. We know it, he knows it and you know it. The only problem is Derek's constant need to be remorseful and your unending doubts."

"But Isaac just said-"

"I know what are you thinking, God you always think too much," he chuckled, "but it's not like this with everyone."

"But Boyd and Erica-"

"-are not you and Derek. Don't you understand why he was avoiding this for so long?"

"I... I don't know what to think anymore," Stiles groaned dropping his head into hands.

"Do you want this?" Isaac asked quietly trying to soothe his friend.

"Yes!" Stiles answered without hesitation his head snapping up. "I've always wanted this. But he- he pushes me away," he sighed looking like a kicked puppy.

"Uh-huh, that's my nephew always running from the good in his life," Peter said hugging Isaac around shoulders. "Maybe you should talk to him."

Stiles whined. "And what should I tell him? Hi Derek why haven't you fucked me yet?" he asked sarcastically.

"A little rough at the start," Peter smirked and then cocked his head a little. "Oh it seems our wolf is awake."

Isaac smiled. "I'll keep my fingers crossed."

"Thanks," Stiles smiled back, his shoulders tense. "I'm gonna... you know," he added leaving the wolves alone. He stopped behind the corner to think about it some more, but heard something else instead.

"So," Peter turned at Isaac smiling wickedly, "you love me?"

Isaac's face went red and his eyes comically widened.

"You heard that?" he peeped shyly.

"You sounded more convinced before."

"I was. I mean I am," Isaac blurted out quickly.

Peter smiled softly hugging him closer, so the younger wolf couldn't see his face. Although he felt hot breath on his neck. "I love you too," Peter whispered into his ear making Isaac's heart do some back flips.

Stiles stood there with a big smile on his face for a little longer and then quietly left.

"You're awake?" Stiles knocked on the hard wood trying not to feel so nervous.

"Yeah, come in."

"Um, hi," Stiles stood there back pressed against the door, heart on the sleeve.

Derek frowned. "Is something wrong?"

"Wrong? No, why should be anything wrong? Everybody keeps asking me that. But I would say it's a fucking mess, although that's not probably the best wording. And now you don't have an idea what I'm talking about, so you're doing that weird thing with your eyebrows and man please say something or I won't shut up-"

"Stiles," Derek interrupted him with a confused smile.

"Sorry."

"No, it's okay. It's you."

Stiles looked up at Derek, who had an honest expression on his face and looked hot like hell without a shirt and Stiles should really focus.

"What's wrong?" he asked again. "You speak like this only when you're nervous or excited."

"It's a little bit of both," Stiles smiled sadly. "Never mind. How do you feel?"

"I'm completely healed," Derek didn't comment the change of subject. "I wanted to take off the bandages before you came in."

"Oh," Stiles nodded looking around the room innocently. "You wanna help?"

"Yeah," Derek sat up. "I can't reach the knot on my back."

Stiles gulped and blushed at the word knot, but came closer. He put one knee on the bed and leaned closer looking over Derek's shoulder at the small bundle, baring his neck in the process.

Derek took a deep breath filling his nostrils with his mate's scent. Stiles smelled like pears, sun and home. Derek was a little bit addicted to that smell. The hands worked slowly, cold fingertips brushing against his skin as the bandages were taken off.

However, when Stiles was finished, he didn't move back. Carefully, one shaking hand touched his stomach where the wound was.

"I'm sorry," the boy whispered.

"It wasn't your fault," Derek turned his head meeting the brown gaze. They were only inches away.

"I know."

"Why are you apologizing then?" Derek smirked closing his fingers around Stiles' wrist pulling him closer. Stiles quickly put a hand on his shoulder to keep the balance.

"It's a habit."

"That's a stupid habit," Derek growled playfully entwining his fingers with Stiles'.

"Derek," Stiles suddenly pulled back stopped by their jointed hands. "I- We need to talk."

"About?" Derek frowned, but didn't let go.

"You. Me. You and me. Us," Stiles babbled smiling shyly.

"I think we could call it differently," the man smirked pulling him closer again.

"How?" Stiles breathed eyes flicking to the other's lips.

"Mates," Derek said with a smile and kissed his nose.

Stiles groaned dropping his head on the man's shoulder. "You're a terrible horrible werewolf, Derek Hale."

"I know," the wolf grinned running his hands along Stiles' back.

Stiles sat up with a jerk. He looked around himself frantically, breathing fast. The book Peter had left in Derek's room was lying on the sheets innocently and Stiles was sure he fell asleep reading about the Alpha pair.

"Oh my god," he whispered running a hand through his hair which were now longer, because Erica forbade him to get a haircut under threat that she'll paint his nails in sleep.

He could believe it was a dream, but he couldn't wrap his mind around the meaning of it. There were words whirling in his head, some of them taken out of context, the others just a buzz.

"Oh my god, oh my god," he was babbling under his breath rocking from front to back, knees tucked under his chin. "Peter!" he shouted when he calmed down a little.

"Yes?" the man walked into his room without knocking and sat down on the bed as if he did something like that every day.

"Who's in the house?" Stiles asked, his voice trembling.

"Just us, Derek took the others for an early run," Peter answered frowning at the boy under the sheets. "Are you okay? You're really pale," he said reaching out his hand to touch Stiles' forehead.

Stiles closed his eyes leaning into the touch with a sigh. Under other circumstances he would jerk away, but he was too confused right now.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked again looking genuinely worried.

"Is Isaac your mate?" Stiles burst out.

"What?" the man chuckled pulling his hand away. "What gave you that idea?" he asked looking away.

"I don't know," Stiles shook his head, "I'm sorry. I was reading this book and must fall asleep and then I had this weird dream and now I don't know what to think. Everything is such a mess," he sighed rubbing his temples.

"What dream?"

"I... I'm not sure. You were there and Isaac, he said that he lo- likes you and then I was in Derek's room feeling like an idiot which I do a lot when he's around, but we were talking about- about mates," he tried to explain, but he's forgotten half of the dream already.

"Do you remember anything else?"

"No, they are just fragments," he sighed.

Peter hummed softly and stood up. "Come on, I'll make you breakfast and we can talk. Sounds okay?"

"Yeah, thanks," Stiles smiled weakly looking crestfallen.

"I should be happy," Stiles said and stuffed a pancake into his mouth, "that I found out I'm Derek's mate in my dream, but it's just really confusing," he huffed.

"And what's so confusing?" Peter chuckled and sipped his coffee.

"That it was only a dream," Stiles pointed a fork at him, "You can't trust your brain while sleeping."

"So you think your sleeping brain is just playing with you and in fact Derek still doesn't like you more than a pack mate and your undying crush on my nephew, which you don't know what to do with, is still there," Peter summarized it.

"When you say it like that I feel all warm and fuzzy inside," Stiles answered sarcastically swallowing another pancake with a frown.

"Well, what do you want me to say?"

"I don't know. Some advice maybe," the boy grimaced stabbing his plate.

"Go talk to him," Peter shrugged.

"And get my head ripped off? No, thanks," Stiles snored.

"Killing your breakfast won't help you," the man smirked, "You should talk to him... or sleep with him, I don't care."

"Ew! He's your nephew, how can you say it like that?"

"Stiles, stop complaining and do something or I'll tie you to Derek's bed," Peter warned and the glint in his eyes was enough to assure the boy he wasn't joking.

"Okaaay," he drew out, "but if you'll hear weird noises, it's your fault," he smiled wickedly and laughed when Peter rolled his eyes.

"We're back!" shouted Erica into the house cheerfully.

"We know!" Stiles and Peter answered from different parts of the building. The girl snickered and went to the kitchen for a soda before Isaac could drink them all.

Derek came inside after her, the boys still rolling outside in the mud. He took a deep breath and frowned. Slowly, he went into his room and froze in the doors. Stiles was changing his sheets, humming 'Bad Moon Rises' like he belonged there.

"Oh, hi," he said when he noticed the man, "I didn't see you."

Derek just kept staring.

"Um," Stiles laid down a pillow, "should I leave?" he asked suddenly looking nervous.

"No," Derek shook his head waking up from his trance, "it's fine."

Stiles smiled happily returning to his work. "How was the run?" he asked and bent down to grab one corner of a blanket.

The wolf in Derek's chest howled. "Fine," he answered through gritted teeth trying not to throw the boy on the bed and fuck him through the mattress.

"Just fine?" Stiles chuckled fluffing up the pillows.

"Isaac bit Jackson's ear."

"In wolf's form I hope," Stiles sighed, "They're like little kids."

"Fortunately we have a great mum!" came a shout from downstairs.

"Shut up or you won't have a pie," the boy sang mockingly.

Derek snickered and sat down on the freshly made bed.

"Hey! I've just finished."

"Good work," Derek smirked patting the place next to him. Stiles sat down with a puff of air.

"How's your stomach?"

"Healed."

"That's great."

"Did you fall asleep with Peter's book?"

"How did you...? Yeah, I had pretty weird dreams last night."

"I heard your heart beat. What were you dreaming about?"

"Peter, Isaac, you mostly," Stiles shrugged. "It was a nice dream."

Derek smiled and laid down on the bed. "I thought you had a nightmare."

"No," Stiles chuckled looking at the man next to him, wondering if the dream was true.

"What?" Derek opened one eye.

"Nothing," the boy shook his head, "I just wanna try something."

"Hmm?"

"You have to keep your eyes closed."

"Okay," the man sighed and relaxed. Suddenly there was a light touch of lips on his, too short to be called a kiss. Derek opened his eyes quickly after the feel disappeared looking at Stiles' blushing face.

"I should," he looked away standing up to leave, but Derek grabbed his arm and threw him on the bed sitting down on his thighs so he couldn't escape.

"Um, please don't kill me?" Stiles peeped screwing his eyes shut. Then he felt Derek's lips on his. He squealed in surprise making the other smile into the kiss, but he quickly recovered and wrapped his arms around Derek's neck.

The wolf hummed happily moving his hands along Stiles' sides and under his shirt.

"Wait," Stiles whispered after a moment and had to suppress a moan when Derek bit his neck. "Out. All of you," he said louder running his fingers through Derek's hair.

"They're gone," the man mumbled kissing his collarbone.

"All of them?" Stiles wanted to assure, but wrapped legs around Derek's waist nevertheless.

"Yeah, they won't hear you now."

"Oh thank God!" Stiles moaned loudly grabbing Derek's head to pull him into a heated kiss. They were rolling in the bed until they heard a ripping sound.

"Did you just?"

Derek straightened up looking down at Stiles and the two pieces of shirt. Quickly, he checked his hands, but no claws to be seen. Apparently he was a little bit eager than he thought. Stiles smirked and sat up with the man in his lap.

"Hot," he whispered into his ear and bit down. Derek growled, but didn't move. He let Stiles explore and simply enjoyed the attention.

"Come on," Stiles laid back down, "I'm all yours."

That was the magic word.

It was a late afternoon when the pack came back. They found Derek with sleeping Stiles on him in the living room. The alpha sent them away with a low growl. Erica leaded the way to the kitchen and as soon as the door closed she started to dance around the room.

"Pay up, losers!" she said happily earning a growl from Jackson and forty bucks.

"Finally," Lydia sighed leaning against the kitchen units.

"Yeah," the others agreed and chuckled.

"Hey," Erica looked around, "where's Peter?"

"Who knows? Killing bunnies somewhere," shrugged Jackson.

"I'll find him," Isaac said turning the attention on himself.

"Okay, but keep it down, you don't wanna Derek to find you in a compromising situation, 'cause you were moaning too loud," Erica instructed him and laughed when the boy showed her the middle finger on his leave.

"That's gross," Jackson wrinkled his nose.

"Shut up," Lydia shushed him.

"Yeah, they can fuck even when you can't," mocked Erica knowing about Lydia withholding sex for a week. Suddenly they heard a loud moan from the next room and a bang.

"Gross," the boy repeated and Boyd chuckled.

"Get used to it," Lydia said, "Scott and Allison are here in two days."

And that's it. Hope you liked it

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