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Note: Thanks for the reviews. I know it has been a while since I last updated, especially considering that the new season of teen wolf has come and gone. I did really enjoy the alpha pack, maybe not so much the storyline of season 3a but oh well, that is why you have fanfiction and you can just take it in another direction. Let's begin.

Title: Grooming

Summary: even werewolves need to be groomed once in a while

The full moon was a desire in their blood, a desire to shift and to hunt. To be with pack and to race beneath the moon's rays while howling at the moon with those you considered family. It was a desire Derek had since he had been a small child. It was a desire, an instinct that went deeper than anything he had ever experienced before. It was an instinct that he had fought against on occasion, especially when he had been alone or when he had developed his pack and they had been too out of control to hunt or to run beneath the moon. It had cut him to the quick, going against everything that he had been taught by his family.

But his willpower had been stronger and he had known that there would come a time when he would run beneath the full moon with his pack again, feeling that sensation of belonging. It wasn't something he could explain to anybody who wasn't a werewolf, who wasn't pack. And he therefore never tried. But his mate, his mate knew what it meant to Derek to have those he considered pack around him during a full moon. So his mate had come to see them race and to keep watch over them. Derek was proud of his mate, even when tonight his wolf was in total control, his wolf was still proud. If a little puzzled when he saw his mate take some things out of the jeep, but it didn't matter because right now the hunt was on.

Derek had to supress other instincts as well. His mate wasn't a wolf yet so he wouldn't understand why Derek brought him fresh meat to show him he could provide for their family. And the grooming he wouldn't understand why Derek could lick him for hours, tongue rasping along every inch of skin he could find. His human mind knew there were other things he could do that involved licking but to the wolf licking wasn't sexual. It was nurturing and scenting the other, cleaning him and taking care of him. The instinct to mark was a strong one as well but one that even Derek's human side needed to do and besides that was one instinct his mate didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

Xx

"Guess who is here again to make certain that the wolves don't kill each other." Stiles muttered softly to himself as he unloaded his car. He had taken the usual food supply, raiding the local grocery store. He had long since stopped caring that the people looked at him funny. He had a pack of wolves to feed.

He glanced up sharply at the forest. He could see the red eyes light up and he smiled to himself as he turned away. He knew that Derek was watching him, the wolf curious to what he was doing. He usually came in earlier but he had to pick up some other stuff as well. The rest of the pack wouldn't be far off.

He ran the food inside before going back outside. He made sure to take a blanket with him. The spring nights could still be chilly. He took the other bag with him, the one not filled with foods or treats. He set up camp on the porch, dragging an old chair with him that was extremely comfortable. He took out his Kindle, intend on reading for a bit until somebody decided to visit him.

It didn't take long until the soft clicking of nails could be heard on the hardwoods of the porch. Stiles glanced up to see yellow eyes staring at him from the edge of the porch. He smiled and gestured for the wolf to come closer. "I always knew you would be the first to come, Isaac. Tired of running around already?"

He put the Kindle away and held out a hand. The smallish wolf nudged Stiles' hand before giving it a lick. Stiles scratched Isaac behind the ears before scratching his ruff, Isaac panting happily beside him. Isaac whinnied as Stiles' fingers caught on a tangle in the wolf's shaggy coat.

"I know, buddy. I have something to make it better." Stiles reached for the other bag and took out a brush. He presented it to Isaac and the wolf sniffed at it. Stiles carefully began running the brush through the fur at the back of Isaac's neck. He was careful not to get it caught in any of the tangles, brushing them out carefully. Isaac whinnied when Stiles tugged on some of the tangled fur.

"I'm sorry, Isaac, but your fur is pretty tangled. Why don't you think I'm brushing your fur? It isn't because I'm suddenly turning pack mom. You have to be glad that I'm only brushing you. I need to chase down some wolves who are getting a bath. But that is just between you and me, so don't say anything to the sour wolf." He scratching Isaac behind his ear again and making the wolf pant happily. He knew that if he continued his scratching Isaac would soon start thumping his leg.

He finished brushing Isaac, making sure that the coat was shiny and tangle free. Isaac seemed to find it enough because the wolf licked him, Stiles sputtering at the unexpected kiss before Isaac curled up and going to sleep. Stiles wiped his mouth. He nudged Isaac with his foot as he said. "You know Derek will make you pay for kissing me. And don't think he won't find out. He always knows."

Stiles merely received another kiss from Isaac before the wolf went to sleep, leaving the other male stuttering in a responds.

Xx

Stiles dozed for the next few hours, comfortably surrounded by Isaac, Boyd and Erica. The three wolves were tucked out as was Stiles. School had been a long day and the werewolves tended to get tired quickly during the full moon. The urge to shift was strong and the energy needed to control the shift was evaporated quickly.

Stiles groaned when a rough tongue licked his face. He opened his eyes, blinking groggily at the wolf that barked at him. The wolf seemed impatient and Stiles shook his head. "What?"

Jackson rolled his eyes and then barked again. He seemed to want something. The wolf backed up before taking the brush and disposing it in Stiles' lap.

"You want me to brush you?" His eyes widened slightly. He would have expected a lot but not that Jackson would willingly allow Stiles to touch him. He glanced down at the brush and then back at the wolf. The wolf sat down and stared at Stiles expectantly. Stiles shrugged, it wouldn't hurt.

He knew how vain Jackson could be and it showed a level of trust that he wasn't entirely sure he was so comfortable with. The wolf had never showed this much trust in him. Jackson was panting happily as he sat down while he waited for Stiles to finish. Stiles gained confidence as he carefully stroked the brush through the soft fur. Jackson seemed to be the only one who was happy enough to keep his fur clean.

He stroked alongside the ears and down Jackson's front. He gave the wolf a pat and said. "Alright, you're done." Jackson gave him a look that clearly stated otherwise and Stiles rolled his eyes. "No, you're done. There are no leaves, no tangles or anything else in your fur. Honestly, there is nothing I can take out of your fur. I can check for ticks if you like but that is it. Or perhaps deflea you…."

Stiles laughed at the dirty look the wolf gave him before pushing him over. "Hey, I'm your alpha!" He shouted to the wolf as Jackson turned to go inside the house. "Traitor, you're supposed to listen to me. That means less kibble for you."

The growl that came from deep inside the house made him laugh again. He sat back down against the puppy pile that was Boyd, Isaac and Erica and decided to keep his eyes open for Scott and Derek. They were bound to get back soon; it was almost morning after all.

Xx

He must have fallen asleep again because the next thing he registered was hands pulling him up roughly. He startled awake, blinking up as hands hauled him inside. "What…what's going on?"

He glanced around, wondering where the danger was. He had been sleeping so soundly, waiting for Derek to show up. Of course the sourwolf never did unless… Eyes widened he turned around but the person behind him blocked him and growled. "Stop it, Stiles. Just keep walking…"

The deep growling voice told him enough and it said that Derek's wolf was very much in control. The moon was setting and usually Derek was getting his control back by then. But the alpha was never out of control, no matter how much Stiles might try to make Derek lose his control he never seemed to succeed entirely.

"You honestly think that you could get away with grooming everybody but your own mate? Oh no, Stiles, you're grooming me right now."

"Hold on, what? You're jealous? I was waiting for you to show up so I could brush you." He turned to face his lover. Derek was covered in grime and mud. There were leaves sticking out of his hair. He had never looked more delicious in Stiles' eyes.

"Well I suppose that you can start cleaning me now." Derek closed the door behind him and Stiles realized that they were standing in the bathroom. His lover's eyes were red tinted and Stiles knew the wolf was very much in control.

"Yeah not until you tell me what happened to you. You look like you had some fun playing in the woods with Scott. Should I be jealous perhaps because you got twigs sticking out of your hair?" Stiles grinned as Derek scowled before plucking the leaves from his hair. The werewolf leaned in closer and growled.

"Get in the shower now before I carry you in there." This time there was a definite bark in there too.

"Promises. But I'll take good care of you, baby." He turned around to turn on the hot water. He yelped when suddenly he was pushed into the shower by a hot, very naked body. Fangs nipped at his shoulder as hands divested him of his clothing. Derek paused for a moment to adjust the water temperature before he was back to crowding Stiles against the corner.

Lips hungrily kissed him as Derek ran wet hands up his torso and his body in order to get Stiles undressed. Stiles moaned and hopped on one leg to tug his wet jeans off. He actually had to hold onto Derek and in the end the alpha sliced them off with a claw. Stiles barely had the time to draw in a breath, let alone to think about the loss of the jeans he liked because Derek's hands and lips were back on his body; the alpha was demanding, crowding into Stiles's space and pushing him back against the wall.

Normally the full moon made Derek more in tune with his instincts but right now there was an edge of desperation to him that hadn't been there before. Stiles could feel the tips of claws sliding up his sides but Derek was careful, never piercing his skin. He could feel the sharp edge of teeth as Derek kissed him with a passion that he rarely saw or experienced. His own hands tangled in the alpha's hair and he could feel the elongated ears.

He groaned into their kiss, trying to give back as good as he got. He pushed against Derek, trying desperately to pull away slightly so he could regain some sense of control. But Derek wasn't having any of it. The alpha pulled his mouth away only to nip at Stiles' shoulder. He pushed Derek under the spray, pulling away and reaching for the soap.

He shook his head when Derek wanted to reach for him again. The alpha growled low in his throat and Stiles looked at him. "Stop it with the growling, sourwolf. I thought that you wanted me to groom you. You need soap for that."

He ran soapy hands up Derek's chest, stroking with regular strokes and sure thing, the growling turned to purring. He grinned and glanced up, stealing a kiss before he stroked his hands down Derek's chest this time. The red eyes held his as Derek said.

"You better keep your promises, Stiles…"

"Have you ever known me to break them?" A hand fisted in his hair and Stiles hissed as Derek pulled his head back up.

"Oh there has been a few times that I can recall when I gave you an order to stay put and you were still out there, fighting besides the pack. And then there has been a few times when I told you to shut up and you still wouldn't stop talking…" Derek's voice faltered as Stiles grasped him firmly.

The alpha swallowed before he continued. "And then there was that time when…ah… Stiles…." Stiles loved it when Derek lost his trail of thought.

He stroked Derek's cock with soapy hands, grinning at his mate. Derek's eyes fluttered closed and his breathing came in short burst of air. He was almost panting. He rarely looked more delicious to Stiles. And it was Stiles who was doing this to him.

Yet during all that time Derek didn't released Stiles' hair, fingers still tightly grasping the strands. Stiles licked his lips as Derek's eyes opened and the red eyes widened. He grinned. He knew damn well what he was doing to his alpha.

"Stiles…" It was a warning growl that told Stiles that Derek would see this through if he kept it up. He wanted Derek to see it through because it usually meant that he would get well shagged. He needed it. Especially after a full moon.

"That is the last time you groom any of the pack without seeing to me." Derek's voice was all wolf and nothing more. Stiles' eyebrow rose as he said. "Oh really, and who are you to tell me what to do?"

"Your mate and alpha! And I'm telling because I'm not comfortable with it. I should come first." Stiles stroked a hand soothingly down Derek's chest. He liked it when Derek got possessive.

"Trust me; none of the others are getting this treatment."

"They better fucking not be." And that was the last thing Derek said before he dove for action and kissed Stiles senselessly. Losing all thoughts as his upper brain functions crashed to a halt Stiles could only cling for dear life and kiss Derek back with equal passion. His wolf went down on his knees to lick every part of Stiles and it wasn't long until Stiles was panting for breath. His mate's name became a chant until Stiles came with a shout of Derek's name. He slumbered forward, sinking down to sit down in the shower.

The clawed hand that ran over his head was enough to make him glance up. Derek's eyes were still tinted red as they met Sties' but the alpha looked kind of cute with the way his hair was plastered to his head. Stiles managed a weak smile. His legs still felt like jelly.

"So, been grooming enough?" He asked. He barely had the energy for something else and Derek rolled his eyes. His mate reached down to help Stiles to his feet and Stiles winced at the soreness of his legs.

It seemed that the moon was losing its sway on his mate because Derek appeared a bit more human. His eyes remained red but the possessive edge had gone away. His hands were gentle and Stiles smiled up at Derek. He glanced down at himself, groaning when he saw the beginning of bruises.

"Seriously?" He asked, glancing up. Derek had the grace to look sheepish as he said.

"I don't like it when the others touch you."

"The others are pack. You have to get used to them touching me. I am your mate. You can't say no to them." Derek grumbled and stepped out of the shower. Stiles followed him.

"I know, I know, still doesn't mean I have to like it." Knowing Derek then he would not budge on this point. Stiles sighed and brushed past his mate into the bedroom as he tossed back over his shoulder.

"I suppose it is lucky for you that you have such a thoughtful mate who picked up some special grooming supplies just for you."

And as Stiles held up the special lube he had gotten just for Derek and saw the glint in his mate's eyes, he knew that he would need another shower soon and he didn't mind one bit.

The end

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