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Epilogue – The first full moon

A few days ago Stiles could leave the hospital though it took Melissa a lot of work to take care of everything. With those kind of injuries Stiles had to spend at least three months in there, but he could get out after two weeks. Stiles had no idea how she had managed it, but didn't care. He was out at last, feeling better than ever.

He spent the first day with his dad, telling him everything about the werewolves and apologizing a few times for keeping it in a secret, but he was pretty sure he wouldn't believe him. Thankfully, his father was overjoyed about Stiles health so he wasn't mad at all, and he even thanked Derek for the help. Okay, there was little chance they would be best friends, but they got along and Stiles was satisfied with that.

He spent the next day with Scott, Isaac and Allison, talking about the recent events and going out to have some fun. Also, Scott and Isaac were eager to test Stiles' werewolf-senses, figuring out his limits but ensuring him he would get better as soon as his wounds would be completely healed. That would happen within a few days. And when he was at his full powers they would go and hunt that witch bitch down that the Alphas hired to turn Stiles life into a living nightmare with all those visions and bloody hallucinations.

Then came the third day when he went over to Derek's. That night was the full moon. Stiles' first full moon. He was both thrilled and worried about it but Derek promised him to take care of him, not letting him to kill anyone.

To Stiles' pleasant surprise Derek was cooking a meal for him. Stiles suspected it was Cora's idea since she was helping him out but it looked like the other way around and Stiles chuckled slightly at the view.

"Ouch." He yelped suddenly as something hit the back of his bed and he spun around to see Peter smirking at him.

"Your wolf senses aren't the best." He teased and threw another tennis ball at Stiles who ducked in a last minute, the ball flying through the kitchen and hitting the wall with a loud sound, cracking it slightly.

"Hey!" Derek growled annoyed but they didn't pay him any more attention as Stiles grabbed the ball which hit his head and threw it at Peter, only missing him by an inch.

"Improvement." Peter grinned and it was his turn. Stiles caught the ball with his left hand, smiling triumphantly but another hit his stomach and he stumbled backwards.

"That's cheating!" He exclaimed and leapt forward, jumping over the sofa and Peter and landing on the floor perfectly then he spun around in an instant, his claws out and his eyes glowing yellow as he grabbed Peter's shoulder.

Peter grabbed his hand and twisted it then pushed Stiles to the floor, grinning satisfied. "Not bad for a newbie."

Stiles huffed and glared at him but he was smiling, too. He didn't hate Peter as much as before, because he was defending Derek, almost paying with his life and proving he wasn't as horrible as he had thought. Actually, they were getting along pretty well since Stiles was also a werewolf and Peter even paid him a visit when he was in the hospital.

Peter stretched a hand out which Stiles accepted and he pulled him up with much force, throwing Stiles behind him. Stiles let out an unexpected, surprised shout but fortunately landed on all-fours, growling annoyed. "I should have known."

"Well, yeah." Peter grinned and Stiles rolled his eyes and was about to attack Peter once again when Cora stepped in his way.

"Hey, baby, we're heading out now, try not to ruin our home." She grinned at him teasingly then glanced at Peter. Stiles got to his feet and nodded, grinning sheepishly.

"I'll try."

When they left he walked up to the kitchen leaning against the doorframe, crossing his arms on his chest. "Why are you avoiding me?" He asked bluntly, staring at Derek confused. He had barely talked to him lately and Stiles didn't understand why. Okay, he knew Derek was still feeling guilty but he didn't understand, he had already told him he didn't mind he bit him. Damn, he enjoyed it so much, finally being part of the pack for real.

"I'm not." Derek replied almost immediately and Stiles grinned, approaching him slowly and wrapping his arms around him from behind.

"I know you're lying." He said softly, holding him tight. "I know you still feel guilty but please, can't you just stop it already? I told you I'm glad you bit me."

Derek turned, placing his hands on Stiles' shoulder, looking into his eyes. "I couldn't protect you." He admitted quietly, ashamed.

"Oh, please, just get over it. I'm alive, thanks to you." Stiles smiled at him widely, standing to his toes and brushing their lips together. "And, I'm yours now, literally." Derek grinned at that softly. "I hate to see you like this." Stiles added.

"Sorry."

"I'll forgive you if you stop this whole drama about guilt." He grinned slyly and slowly Derek relaxed, letting out a defeated sigh.

"Fine." He said reluctantly then pulled Stiles into another soft kiss, holding him tight. "Stiles, your eyes." He pointed out as he pulled back, smiling at him.

"Oh, sorry." Stiles grinned sheepishly, changing his eyes back to normal. "Full moon, remember?"

"Yeah. Let's eat then I'll chain you down." Derek suggested in a serious tone but Stiles gave him a startled look then a huge smirk.

"Oh, kinky."

"You're an idiot." Derek sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly and pushing Stiles back a bit to pull out two plates from the cupboard.

"Just to let you know." Stiles started with a naughty grin as he sat to the table. "I won't have a problem with that."

"Jesus, Stiles." Derek whined; his cock twitching as the image popped in his mind, trying to get rid of it.

"I know you would love to do it." He teased further, a pleased grin spreading across his face as he heard Derek's soft moan.

"Just stop it, okay?" Derek growled, though it was more likely another moan.

"Is it turning you on?" Stiles pushed on cheekily and Derek tried hard not to reply but pay his attention to serving the food. "It is, isn't it?" Stiles chuckled slightly and got to his feet, walking up to Derek and took the bowl from his hand, putting it back to the counter then clutched his fists on his green T-shirt, pushing himself up, whispering against his lips. "I want you." He breathed and Derek's breath hitched, staring at Stiles.

"Stiles, I-"

"Please, Derek, I want it. I need you." Stiles begged suddenly, not understanding himself. Then a sudden wave of desire washed him over and he saw his claws being out, assuming his eyes weren't whiskey brown anymore.

"God, Stiles." Derek stared at him amazed then grabbed his nape and pushed him forward, their teeth crashing against each other and Derek was practically devouring his lips. He was at his limit already, the full moon was affecting him, too. The last time he could barely control it and Stiles thought it was his wolf, and partly it was, but not the urge to kill but the uncontrollable desire and Stiles' intoxicating scent was making him crazy. Now they were together and he could have Stiles and that was exactly Stiles wanted so he could lose it. Plus, Stiles was also a werewolf, so he didn't need to be afraid of hurting him accidentally.

Stiles was going crazy. Derek's scent was so strong and irresistible he wanted him right there and then. He couldn't control himself but he noticed Derek was in the same state as he, his eyes glowing red, fangs and claws out and Stiles could feel power radiating from his body. His wolf knew Derek was the Alpha and as Derek was kissing along his jaw and neck Stiles could only moan in need, shivering in desire and thrill as he was being dominated.

He wrapped his arms around Derek's neck, clinging onto him and kissing his neck, too, inhaling his unique scent. His cock throbbed in excitement and he rubbed himself against Derek uncontrollably, drawing a low, wolfish groan from him.

At the next moment he was pushed onto the kitchen floor roughly, Derek practically tearing his clothes off with his claws and Stiles knew it was incredibly wrong to find it sexy and arousing. An animalistic moan left his lips as he was holding Derek's shoulders tight, letting him to rip his jeans off, too.

He couldn't think straight, neither could Derek. Their minds were filled with pure desire and animalistic instinct and though somewhere deep their human knew it was wrong to give in, they didn't want to control themselves. Also, it had been almost two weeks since they had sex, so the sexual tension had already been almost unbearable.

Stiles was lying completely naked under Derek, the remaining of his clothes hanging in pieces from his body but he cared less. Derek leant forward and crashed their mouth against his, biting and sucking his lips forcefully, drawing lustful whines from Stiles who dig his sharp claws into Derek's back, so deep he was drawing blood but Derek didn't care, he just moaned against his mouth impatiently.

Stiles used one hand to reach for Derek's erection but Derek pushed his hand away, tearing his belt off and within a second his jeans were lying meters away on the floor, their weeping cocks bumping against each other. Stiles wanted to ask him to hurry and don't hold back but all that came out of him was a throaty groan of need and he buckled his hips urgently.

He glanced at Derek who was staring back at him, his red eyes clouded with desire, an exact copy of Stiles' yellow pair. Stiles nodded eagerly and Derek didn't need more signs. He flipped Stiles onto his stomach and grabbed his hips firmly, his claws digging into the soft flesh but Stiles only moaned in pleasure. He stretched out his hands, standing on all-fours and lifting his hips a bit more to give Derek the perfect angle.

Derek pushed the tip of his rock-hard manhood into him, hanging onto his last, thin link to his human not to pound into Stiles roughly, trying to go in as slow as it was possible at the moment. Stiles whined and hissed and gasped, partly in pain and partly in pleasure and he showed no signs of wanting Derek to stop. Thanked to his incredible healing powers the pain would go away in less than a minute.

Soon, Derek gave in to his wolf fully and while holding Stiles firmly in place he was slamming back and forth with force, causing Stiles to tremble under him, his hands giving away and his chest hit the cold floor as his hips were still in the air. Derek leant over his body to kiss along his spine and neck, sniffing Stiles' scalp and Stiles couldn't help an almost purr leaving his lips, turning his head slightly to kiss Derek sloppily. Then Derek pulled back and increased his pace once again, filling the room with the loud sounds of skin slapping against skin and their wolfish grunts.

"Fuck, please, Derek, fuck me harder!" He didn't need to tell twice. Stiles was scratching the floor with his claws, leaving deep cuts in it as he was moaning and panting helplessly, the pure pleasure almost unbearable. It was rough and dirty and animalistic and… HOT. Every cell in his body was screaming for Derek, his body eagerly thrusting back against him and when Derek hit his sweet spot for the third time Stiles came hard, his member not even being touched. A second later, Derek followed him, shooting his hot semen into Stiles' limp body, his body tensing then he collapsed next to Stiles.

"Fuck, it was awesome!" Stiles exclaimed as soon as he came back to his senses – which happened surprisingly soon, - and pulled his fangs and claws back, only a hint of yellow remaining in his eyes. "Crazy, but awesome." He turned and gave Derek a stupid, satisfied grin.

"Good. Ready for round two?" He grinned back and Stiles' eyes widened for a second in shock, not expecting for this kind of reaction Then he nodded, a naughty glint in his eyes.

"Hell yeah." He rolled on top of Derek, kissing him hungrily. He was pretty sure the next day he wouldn't be able to walk properly even with his super wolfish abilities but the full moon was still shining brightly outside and his wolf was reckless, not quite satisfied yet. He was pretty sure Derek wasn't any different and the way he was holding him and kissing him breathless proved him right.

The next morning Cora was surprised to find Isaac on the street, sitting on a ground and leaning against the building, playing some kind of silly game on his mobile phone. "Isaac, what are you doing here?" She asked, frowning.

"Oh, hey." Isaac smiled up at her, somehow relieved, and got to his feet, dusting himself off. "Um, I didn't want to accidentally walk in on them." He nodded towards the building. "So I was waiting for someone." He grinned. Cora rolled her eyes but grinned back in accomplice.

"Okay, then, let's do it together." She went in first only to stop dumbstruck, causing Isaac to bump into her. "Oh, guys!" She exclaimed as he saw Stiles and Derek lying on the floor, a thin blanket covering them, their clothes lying all over on the floor in torn pieces and there was a thick scent of sex lingering in the air.

She rolled her eyes again and hurried to the window to open it while Isaac was waiting at the front door, not daring to step inside, he had already seen way too much.

Derek blinked a few times, mumbling "Cora?"

"Good morning, brother." She answered with a sweet grin. "I'll go out to have breakfast with Isaac, clean up your mess while we're away." She ordered and rushed out of the room, not waiting for a reply.

"Well, at least I didn't kill anyone." Stiles mumbled sleepily, burying his face into Derek's chest, inhaling deeply and grinning. They had sex four times during the night, on the kitchen floor, on the couch, in Derek's bed and finally, on the floor in the living room where they had finally fallen asleep. Oh, god, he loved being a werewolf!

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