A/N: Here it is! The finale! I hope this finally ties up everything and that's it's a satisfactory ending! There will be no sequel so this is the last of Housekeeping! My initial idea of just having Stiles dress up as a maid for Derek turned into this gigantic story. I'm quite pleased with how it turned out and I hope alls of yalls will be too! Thank you for everything and I'll see yalls in the next fic!

WARNING: Very, very delicious I MEAN graphic male on male sex.

DISCLAIMER: Everything is (not) mine! Muwahaha! (Just the plot…)

ENJOY THE FINALE!

"No, that's the arm hole, not the head hole. Come on Stiles, use your head! Look, you can clearly see that this particular piece of clothing has no leg holes. It should not be this complicated!" Lydia reprimands impatiently.

Stiles grumbles under his breath as he struggles to get the red, lacey fabric over his head with his arms in the right holes. They've been working on getting Stiles outfitted for about an hour now and the girls were starting to get impatient with him. He'd already showered and shaved everywhere and has the red fishnet stocking with the white fuzz and red bows at the top pulled up to the tops of his thighs. His ass is barely covered by the tiny, red boyshorts they managed to find 'in his size' that felt like they were two sizes two small. Now it's just the stupid dress thing and shoes left.

"You've got to know how to put everything on before tomorrow. I have plans later tonight so you'd better hurry the fuck up." Lydia hisses at him as she pulls the bottom of the dress down with Allison helping Stiles find the right holes for his arms.

"It'd go quicker if you didn't find the laciest, most confusing piece of cloth to put me in." Stiles grumbles right on back.

He gets a swift pinch in the ass that has him yelping before he's finally able to pull his head through the top hole and his arms slide where they're supposed to. The stupid, red lacey thing only comes down to cover just below his ass.

"The fuck?! Why is it so short?!" Stiles complains as he twists uselessly, trying to see his ass.

"Because it makes your ass look fabulous and it shows just that bit of bare thigh between the top of the stockings. Now, pull the coat on as I undo the straps on the shoes." Lydia says and Stiles knows better than to argue.

That doesn't stop him from complaining under his breath as he pulls the soft, velvety coat over his shoulders and pulls the large belt closed across his waist. Lydia pushes him back onto the bed and she and Allison quickly slip the shoes onto his feet, strapping them around the ankles. He's gotta admit, the shoes are sexy as hell. They're a bright red, velvety material with a wedge instead of stiletto and the strap around his ankle has a small bow a little off center towards his outer ankle bones.

"Ok, now go look in the full length mirror." Lydia commands, pointing across the room.

Stiles stands slowly. With the heels on he's about an inch or so taller but it feels like a freaking mile. He manages to wobble his way towards the mirror and as soon as he looks up he feels both a sense of embarrassment and pride. He looks like a fucking sex worker and it's hot.

"Dude, I look like a hooker." He grumbles.

"No, you look like a boyfriend trying to please his man. You look like a star now shut up and open the coat." Lydia demands.

Stiles pulls a face. "That sounds like I'm that creepy pervert in the trench coat in the parks at midnight going around flashing people."

"Nice imagery now open the coat."

Stiles does as he's told and undoes the belt so he can see what the lacey thing looks like on his body. It's actually not that bad. Well, it wouldn't be if he weren't so embarrassed by the sight of him in the girly dress. The thing hugs his shape and hints at skin between the lace. He can see his underwear beneath the fabric that is slightly looser around his waist and the dress actually makes his flat chest look good.

"Uh… Well… I wouldn't have chosen it myself but in light of circumstances I think that it's alright… I guess."

"'You guess'. Whatever. You look hot and you know it. Derek won't even know what hit him. Well, actually, he will and he's going to love it. Now, go take it all off so you don't somehow ruin it within the next ten minutes."

Stiles pulls a weeping face but does as she says and within twenty minutes he's managed to wrestle the offending fabric off and he's back into his normal clothes. His legs feel odd and bare against the surprisingly rough fabric of his jeans and he grimaces as he walks out of the bathroom.

"Well, now that you know how it all works you can take it all home and put it on when you're ready tomorrow." Lydia says and stands up from her perch on the end of her bed. "Don't wimp out on me." She commands with a threatening point of her finger.

Stiles just smiles and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I promise."

Lydia smiles and Allison quickly puts the outfit back into its proper place on the hanger, in the box, where ever each piece went and hands the amalgamation to Stiles who balances it precariously as he's pushed out of the house by Lydia. Allison herds him into her car while Lydia climbs into her own and she waves goodbye as she peels out before they make it to the street in a much calmer manner.

"So, are you nervous?" Allison asks after a few calming breaths have passed.

Stiles shrugs. "Kind of? It's weird. I mean, I never even thought about dressing to impress before Derek. With Lydia she never even looked at me so I just gave up after a couple years. But after Halloween, after…that it was… pretty great so I'm not too nervous. It's just…I'm covered in scars and I know it doesn't bother anyone but me but it's still something I'm self-conscious about no matter how many times he's seen them. Then to go and put on something ridiculous makes it feel ridiculous…"

Allison is smiling when he finally peters off. "Stiles, you have absolutely nothing to worry about when it comes to Derek. I have never, ever in my life seen a man more in love and that includes with my mom and dad and me and Scott. It's like… you're his whole world. It's kind of crazy."

Stiles feels like his heart has just melted into warm goo in his chest. "Heh, yeah. I, uh, I kind of love him too. Like a lot. It's kind of crazy how in love with that man I really am. Wow, love is weird. I thought I loved Lydia before but then there was Derek and suddenly…wow."

Allison laughs and Stiles feels his cheeks heat. "Yeah, I gotcha. Love is pretty awesome. Now, when we get to your place are you just going to waltz in with those packages or are you doing to sneak them in?"

"I've been thinking about that but I think I'm just gonna waltz right on in with them since he already knows I've got a surprise for him I just haven't let him know exactly what it is. If I just come on in with the boxes he won't look into them if I ask him not too. He's pretty cool about that."

"He sounds like he's perfect for you. You two are so completely made for each other. He's all calm to your crazy."

Stiles snorts. "That is only half true. I'd go into detail but Scott made me swear to leave you out of my revenge."

Allison gives him an odd look. "Revenge?"

Stiles full on laughs. "He hasn't told you?! Oh man! Well, I won't ruin that for you two. You guys are going to have to talk about that on your own! For now I'll stick with pestering my own man."

Allison rolls her eyes. "Whatever." She says but it's with a smile.

They pull up to the house ten minutes later and Stiles gathers his things before bidding her goodbye. When he turns towards the front door Derek is already there holding the door open for him.

"Are those for me?"

"Nope! Well, not yet. It's part of the whole Christmas thing so you'll have to wait for tomorrow."

"Are you sure? I mean, there's no harm in opening a present a little early."

"Christmas Eve is tomorrow, you have to wait. Trust me, it'll be worth it." Stiles says sternly as he puts the boxes in his closet and slides the door firmly shut.

Derek is two inches from his face when he turns around and he gives him a little peck on the lips before dodging around him. They play cat and mouse for a few more minutes before Stiles gives in and they have a long make out session on the couch.

"Fuck. Shit! Damn it!" Stiles curses at the cloth as it goes over his head.

He's being very careful with the material so he doesn't tear it in anyway. It's pretty elastic and stretches rather easily but the material is so lacey and confusing that he doesn't want to chance tearing it. It takes a full three minutes to get it completely over his head with his arms in the right place and finally situated on his body where it's supposed to be. Once that's finally on he breathes out a sigh of relief before picking up the stockings.

The thin, red fishnets slide up his smooth legs easily until he's pulling the bows and white fluff almost to the tops of his thighs where they rest against his pale skin. Next is the fluffy Santa coat which actually only falls to just below the lacey end of the dress. He'd put the lacey panties on first so he's not completely nude but standing there in front of Derek's bathroom mirror he feels ridiculous. Finally he manages to slip his feet into the shoes and buckle them with only little difficulty from his cold, shaking fingers.

Gritting his teeth he puts the plush Santa hat on his head and pops open the peppermint chapstick he promised Lydia he'd wear. The balm is chilling and makes his lips tingle and he's not sure if he likes it or not. It's certainly interesting. He also has the bag of extras that Lydia said was for Derek which he's not supposed to open. He's sorely tempted but he's too afraid of what Lydia might do if she found out…which she would because she's Lydia.

It's five minutes until midnight and Stiles' heart feels like it's about to beat out of his chest. What if it's too much? What if Derek thinks it's ridiculous and just laughs at him? This is going to be the stupidest Christmas present ever.

There's a gentle knock on the door that startles Stiles.

"Stiles? You alright in there?"

"Uh, yeah! Just a second. I'll be out in a minutes. Just wait on the bed and I'll be right out!" Stiles calls back, voice probably way too loud and an octave or two too high.

Taking a deep breath he pushes his clothes he just changed out of into the corner of the bathroom and picks up the bag. He holds the bag in front of him and pulls the coat closed so he isn't showing anything but his stocking clad legs and shoes. After another two deep breaths he slowly opens the door and turns off the light before stepping out of the safety of the bathroom.

Stiles takes about three steps before stopping, face blushing furiously and eyes focused on the carpet at his feet. Silence reigns for all of ten seconds, every one of which Stiles regrets immensely, before there's a shuffle of cloth and a soft groan. Finally Stiles lifts his eyes to see Derek staring at him with one of the most intense expressions he's ever seen on the man. Derek's hands are in fists at his sides and he's leaning forward on the bed towards Stiles as if he's ready to launch himself at the boy.

"Uh…Is it stupid? I totally look stupid don't I? Stupid Lydia and Allison have the worst ideas and…" he doesn't get to finish his sentence because all of a sudden Derek is standing right there, his eyes staring directly into his thanks to the slight height gain from the heels.

"You look fucking fantastic." Derek growls, his eyes flashing blue.

Stiles feels warmth pool in his stomach and his heart beats even harder in his chest. Their mouths are only inches apart and Derek's hands are now gripping his waist tightly and pulling him towards his body.

"I am going to devour you."

The words rumble through Stiles' body and make him shiver, goosebumps breaking out all over his skin. There's an overwhelming amount of relief that floods through his body before it's replaced with lust.

"Yes please. The sooner you get me out of this ridiculous outfit the better." Stiles pleads.

Derek just shakes his head and leans forward those two inches and presses his mouth hard against Stiles'. The kiss is hot and rough from start to finish with a lot of teeth and tongue and when he finally pulls back to gasp in air his lips feel almost bruised.

"I am going to unwrap you slowly. I want to see everything you have hidden under that coat of yours and whatever is in that bag." Derek grins wickedly.

Stiles smiles just as wickedly back before pulling the bag out from between their bodies and holding it up.

"This is actually a present from Lydia to you. I don't know what's in it since she told me not to look."

Derek raises one eyebrow but lets go of Stiles' hip with one hand to grasp the bag. He walks them backwards until they get to the bed where he sits down and pulls Stiles on top of him. Stiles' legs spread so he can straddle Derek's lap and he blushes as his underwear rides up into places he's not really comfortable with.

"What in the world could Lydia have possible gotten for me? She doesn't even know me." Derek mumbles as he pulls the bag into the space between them and unknots the top.

Derek peers in and Stiles tries to look too but can't really see in the dim lighting.

"What is it? What'd she give you?"

Derek lets out a chuckle and reaches into the bag and retrieves the two items before tossing the bag away. In his hands are one box of twenty-four condoms and a rather large thing of candy cane lube.

"What the fuck?!" Stiles squeaks and reaches for the objects but they're quickly pulled out of his reach.

"No way, these are my presents. I don't know about the condoms though. Do you want to use them?"

Stiles blushes and fidgets. "Uhh… Well, I mean, if you want to we can. I'm not against the idea."

Derek's hot palm slides against his cheek and lifts his face up so he's looking into his eyes again. "I want your honest opinion. If you want them we can use them, if you don't we don't have to."

"Honestly, I don't really want to use them but I understand the necessity of them. I mean, they make for easier clean up and…stuff."

"Great! I didn't want to use them either." Derek tosses the box away and sets the lube down beside him on the bed. "I much prefer being able to feel your tight, wet heat wrapping around my dick and gripping it so tight it's like it'll never let go. I like being able to feel every single twitch you make on every inch of my dick."

Stiles groans and arches his body towards Derek, his cock filling in his panties. It's a weird sensation that makes him shiver. He feels exposed and the filthy words Derek is whispering to him make ache to have him buried deep inside his ass.

"Fuck yes. I want to feel it when you cum inside me. It always feels like you're filling me to the brim with a hot ocean of cum. And when you pull out and it's no longer held inside by your knot and it just floods down my thighs." Stiles groans and wraps his arms around Derek's shoulders, pulling himself further onto his lap and grinding his filling dick against Derek's pajama pants where his own dick is tenting upwards.

"Fuck Stiles. I'm going to see what you have underneath this coat and if I can I'm going to fuck you with you still in it."

Stiles whimpers and nods before pulling Derek in for another messy kiss. Derek's fingers tug at the belt of the coat and once it's undone he pulls back from the kiss to watch as he pulls the coat open. Stiles blushes furiously and is about to cover himself but Derek groans and pulls the coat off of his shoulders so it drops to the floor. The dress is incredibly lacey so Derek can see every inch of his pale skin through the red fabric. The straps are a little askew across his shoulder with one falling down and the V of the neck draws attention to the supple shape of his chest. The tight waist accentuates his hips above the flare of the bottom which is currently cinched up his thighs and lewdly showing off the bulge in his red panties.

"Holy shit Stiles. You look so fucking sexy." Derek curses and runs his hands down Stiles' sides, feeling the soft material gently move across Stiles' smooth skin. "Stand up. I want to see every angle."

Stiles immediately obeys and stands on slightly unsteady feet. His groin is at eye level for Derek and he desperately wants to adjust himself so his drooling boner isn't as obvious. It's no use though because Derek's already seen it. Derek's hands guide him by gently turning him. Stiles shivers as Derek's hot hands smooth down his thighs and back up once his back is turned. Those gentle hands steady him once again once his ass is towards Derek.

"You smell so clean. Is that what took you so long?" Derek asks and Stiles startles when Derek's fingers pull aside the panties, giving Derek a great view of his ass.

"I, uh, no, that was only a part of it…I was nervous. I didn't want to rip any of the fabric and I wasn't sure if you'd think this was really stupid, eep!"

Stiles clamps his hand over his mouth at the embarrassing noise that came out when Derek buries his face into Stiles' ass. Stiles pants and leans forward a little so that Derek had better access to his hole. Immediately Derek's tongue presses against the rim and Stiles gasps, his free hand reaching back to clamp onto the wrist of one of the hands pulling his cheeks apart.

"D-Derek! These shoes aren't that steady!" Stiles gasps, his knees already wobbling.

Derek pulls back long enough to say, "So take them off." Before diving right back in.

Stiles shivers and moans as he carefully leans over further and Derek's hands grip him tighter to help him keep his balance while maintaining their hold of his ass cheeks. Stiles manages to reach one of the straps and with shaky hands undoes the buckle. Quickly he undoes the other one before stepping out of them. Derek follows him down those two inches and Stiles groans when Derek's tongue finally pushes past the softened ring of muscle.

"Derek!" Stiles gasps and reaches back to run his fingers through Derek's hair and grasp a handful.

Derek's beard roughly rubs against his sensitive skin but Stiles only finds it more and more arousing as he thinks about how he's going to feel that for quite a few days after this. He desperately wants to get a hand on his dick but he knows he'll cum in two seconds flat if he does that.

"Derek! As much as I love your tongue I really want your dick inside me." Stiles manages to pant out breathlessly.

Derek makes a happy rumbling noise and gets in another few jabs of his tongue before he pulls back. Stiles straightens up and looks behind him to see the beautiful sight of Derek with his mouth all shiny with saliva and his pupils absolutely blown. Derek turns him around and pulls him close, this time putting his mouth on his dick under his dress but through his panties and his finger make its way to his hole and gently prods before pushing the tip inside.

Stiles' body shakes and he hunches over Derek's head. It feels like Derek is pulling out all of his tricks tonight and if this is only the first fifteen minutes then he can't even begin to imagine what's in store for the rest of the night.

Derek takes him time with Stiles like this. His mouth gently sucks on the tip of his dick through the panties, enough to give stimulation but not enough to make him cum. His finger slowly makes its way into his body bit by bit and only aided with his saliva so it's still kind of dry but not enough to hurt. After about five minutes of this Stiles is shaking and gasping and panting out Derek's name over and over. It's only when he feels like he's about to cum from the slow stimulation that Derek finally pulls back.

"I want you to ride me." Derek pants, his voice gravelly and thick.

Stiles nods enthusiastically, ready for anything at this point. Derek quickly tugs off his shirt and Stiles pounces on him, tugging at his pants and pulls them and his underwear off, leaving Derek naked in no time flat. Stiles feels incredibly erotic as he climbs onto Derek with his clothes still on. He goes to pull his dress off but Derek's hand still him.

"Leave your clothes on. I'm going to knot you with your panties still on."

Just the thought of that, the image of it flashing through his mind has Stiles nodding and panting, so impossibly excited. Stiles grabs the lube from beside him and tries to open it but the safety wrapping on the lid has his clumsy fingers stumped. Derek gently takes the bottle and flicks a claw over the plastic, effectively removing it. But he doesn't hand it back. Instead he opens the bottle and immediately a wave of candy cane scent crashes over Stiles.

"Oh…" he says shakily, "That's gonna be fun."

Derek grins up at him and pours a generous amount into his palm before sitting up and closing the bottle, putting it back down onto the bed before wrapping his arms around Stiles and pulling him forward so he's pressed against Stiles' chest and his fingers can once again spread apart his ass cheeks.

Stiles gasps loudly at the first touch of the cold gel before groaning as the peppermint effects his already sensitive skin. As Derek rubs it into the skin around his hole he already feels the tingle of it making his skin all the more sensitive. By the time Derek finally pushes two fingers into him he feels like he's going to die of blue balls.

"Derek! Hurry up. I feel like I'm either going to shoot off at any second or I'm going to possibly die of blue balls."

Derek chuckles and presses kisses into his hips as he slides his fingers in and out of him. The cooling gel makes his insides feel tingly and he's not sure if that's a good feeling or not. As soon as Derek's fingers skate across his prostate the decision is firmly taken out of his hands because holy fuck that feels good!

"Fuck! Who the hell though of candy cane lube?! It's like sensory overload!" Stiles gasps.

"Is that good or bad? Do you want me to stop and use our normal lube?"

"Hell no! This is amazing. It's like every sensation is turned up to eleven. You'll see as soon as you put some on your dick. It's like whatever cooling effect is in peppermint is making everything more sensitive, it's amazing." Stiles praises and runs his hands through Derek's hair, letting his head fall back as Derek's fingers continue to slick him up and stretch him out.

Once four fingers can fit comfortably in Stiles' ass Derek removes his fingers, making Stiles groan loudly and try to chase his fingers before catching himself. There's the sound of Derek opening the lube again, squirting a good amount into his palm, and flicking the cap shut again and finally Stiles can hear the sound of Derek slicking up his cock. Derek inhales a gasp of shock and Stiles laughs.

"See what I'm talking about? It's pretty fucking neat. Now hurry up and get your dick inside of me before I go crazy."

"You're so poetic." Derek chuckles before pulling back just a bit to position himself.

Stiles jolts at the first touch of Derek's dick before letting himself sink onto his cock, engulfing the whole thing in one go. Derek groans and Stiles echoes him, feeling absolutely stuffed with cock.

"Fuck, Derek. Your dick feels amazing!" Stiles pants and rocks back and forth.

Derek rumbles his agreement and Stiles smiles as he puts his hands flat on Derek's chest and pushing until the werewolf lies completely down on the bed.

"Now enjoy your present." Stiles huffs and braces his legs on the bed and his hands on Derek's stomach and begins a gentle bouncing rhythm, barely lifting half an inch off of him before falling back down again and again.

Stiles gently teases them as his body fully adjusts to the enormous cock inside of him. The lube seems to make everything feel one hundred times sharper and it's one of the best things he's ever felt in his life. Actually, he's not sure how long he's going to last feeling like this. Realizing this he finally lifts himself until Derek's almost slipping out of him and falls back down, shoving Derek's dick as deep as it'll go. Stiles groans and does it again.

Derek runs his hands up Stiles' thighs and pulls the stockings down past his knees so he can feel the smooth skin of his thighs, rubbing his hands back and forth before gripping his legs and starting to lift his hips as well.

"I said…enjoy your…present." Stiles huffs.

"I am." Derek growls, eyes now permanently blue and his teeth just a little bit sharper.

Stiles yelps as Derek begins to shove his hips up roughly whenever he's lowering himself. Everything feels amazing and the feeling of being filled over and over again has Stiles' dick bobbing out of his panties so the head is sticking above the elastic obscenely. He'd be embarrassed if Derek didn't look at it like he wanted to swallow it down every time it bounced with his every movement.

"Derek! I'm going to cum! It feels…amazing! So good! Your dick goes so deep…I can feel it…in my stomach!"

"Fuck, Stiles! Want to fill you, knot you so tight. Pump you so full of cum you'll leak it for days."

"Yes! Want your cum! So much of it!" Stiles cries, his orgasm is building with alarming speed from his groin and spreading throughout his body. "Want to be…stretched tight…around your knot! Fuck!"

Derek's dick begins to swell at the base and starts catching on the rim of his ass with every solid pound. Stiles' legs are beginning to shake and his movements are faltering so Derek sits up quickly and wraps his arms around Stiles, manually lifting him on and off his cock as it continues to swell. Stiles is crying out non-stop as each pound forces him wider and fuller.

Soon Derek's dick becomes too large to take out and he shoves upwards twice more, driving the knot directly into Stiles' prostate and Stiles lets out a loud yell as his entire body seizes up and he's cumming without touching his cock. Ropes and ropes of cum spill through the fabric of the dress and onto Derek's chest and the scent and feeling of his mate cumming has Derek punching his hips up and burying his dick as far as it'll go inside of Stiles and he's cumming hard as well. Stiles clutches Derek desperately as the waves of his orgasm makes him feel like he's about to pass out. Thankfully Derek chooses that moment to kiss him hard, keeping him conscious enough to sloppily kiss back.

They slowly rock together for a couple of minutes as they ride the bliss of their orgasms together, kissing each other gently and smiling goofily at one another. It's Stiles who inevitably breaks the breathy silence.

"I can feel it every time you cum inside me." He says quietly, still a little breathless.

There's another pulse inside of him and Derek's body shakes under his hands. "You feel so damn good Stiles. So good. I love you so much."

"I love you too. So much."

Stiles smiles and kisses him again and again, slow presses of lips and tongue, gentle nips of teeth. After another five minutes Derek scoots them up the bed until he can lean against the many pillows and pulls his legs up for Stiles to lean against.

"I'm going to make you cum again and again until my knot goes down. Then we'll take a break to eat something and then I'm going to knot you again." Derek promises and grins when Stiles' body clenches down on him and the fresh scent of arousal is released into the air.

"Promise?" Stiles asks coyly and isn't disappointed when Derek smiles and cups his cheek to kiss him enthusiastically.

Four hours and two knots later they finally collapse exhausted into Stiles' bed since Derek's is absolutely filthy. Derek's third and final knot is still lodged up tight inside of him and Derek's gently cleaning up the tiny bits of cum that Stiles managed to produce in that last orgasm.

"Ok, ok. Tired. Sleep. Need." Stiles groans out, his voice cracking with exhaustion and satisfaction.

All Derek says is, "Mmhmm…" and Stiles smiles.

His stomach is so full and he feels so warm and beyond happy. Everything is right now and there is nothing more he could ever want.

"Merry Christmas." He whispers.

Derek leans over and kisses him tenderly and says, "Merry Christmas Stiles."

A/N: It's over! It's finally done! The epilogue was longer than I thought it would be but that's alright, I'm satisfied with it. Wow. It's finally completely. How odd. It's kind of a relief but it's also kind of sad.

So, I want to thank you all once again for every favorite, follow, and especially all the reviews. It made writing this all the more worth it to know that people were reading and enjoying my writing. So, thank you for everyone's support through all of this. I hope you all continue supporting me through my next fics as well! Thank you and I love each and every one of you. ~hearts~