Things We Never Saw Coming

Alphas

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Thursday, 8pm

Okay, sulk time was over. Derek dragged himself off the couch and knocked on the door to Stiles’ bedroom. Stiles wanted him to be assertive? Fine, he’d be the one to make the first move. He could do this. He could… He could… Nope.

“Yeah?”

Derek slid into the room and found Stiles in a flurry of activity. He was rearranging the objects on his bookcases, his brow furrowed in concentration as he sorted the books alphabetically by author’s last name. Wow, Derek must’ve really pissed him off. “What are you doing?”

Stiles paused, clutching a copy of The Iliad in his hand. “…Cleaning.”

“Yeah, but why?”

Stiles shrugged. “It’s just what I do when I’m stressed out about things.” He put The Iliad on the bookshelf and frowned. Derek was standing frozen by the door, his courage gone. Stiles looked up at him, and a faint smile played across his lips.

Derek wasn’t really sure about what happened after that. One moment, he was staring at Stiles; the next he was ramming up against the door as Stiles kissed him with more strength than he’d known he possessed. Instinct seemed to take over after that. He moved with Stiles, pulling him closer and breathing in his scent. It felt good to be close to someone again—someone he cared about. The last person he’d been close to… well, Kate Argent had left her mark on him.

“Claws in, wolf boy,” Stiles murmured into his ear, breaking him free from darker thoughts.

“Hmm? Oh.” Derek realized for the first time that his claws were out. “Sorry.” He planted a kiss on the corner of Stiles’ jaw as an apology. Judging by the sound Stiles made, the apology was accepted. His entire brain roared for him to be aggressive with Stiles—he was an Alpha, wasn’t he? Instinct was screaming at him to act like one—but Stiles seemed so… not fragile, but human. He let himself slide down the door and onto Stiles’ carpet, dragging Stiles down with him. Stiles let out a huff of surprise as Derek flattened him beneath his chest, but Derek heard his heart thumping loudly with excitement. Had it been that long for him too?

Derek felt a hand on the bare skin of his back and jumped a little. Stiles faltered, his hand dropping back to his side again. Nope, you asked for it. Derek pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the other side of the room faster than it took Stiles to register what was happening. He exhaled slowly, his breath quavering. “Wow,” he whispered, reaching up to touch Derek’s chest. “Hello.”

“Off,” Derek commanded, tugging at the corner of Stiles’ shirt.

Stiles raised his eyebrow at him, but it was more out of amusement than confusion. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it over to where Derek had thrown his. Derek’s lips were crushing his the moment the shirt left his hand, pushing him back to the floor. Stiles’ nails scraped against Derek’s back as the Alpha kissed along his jawbone before diving down towards his collarbone. He squirmed beneath Derek, eager for more.

“Stiles, you home? Stiles?”

Stiles’ eyes shot open, and he stared at Derek with a look of complete and total mortification. Derek felt like a kid caught eating ice cream for breakfast. Was that… No, it couldn’t be…

Scott knocked on the door to Stiles’ room. Yup, it was him. Great. “Stiles, I know you said that I should hang at Allison’s for a couple of days, but I’m out of clean clothes. Listen, do you have any quarters for the washing machine?”

“What do we do?” Derek asked, his voice a rumbling growl in the back of his throat. “He’s going to—“

The door opened, and Scott’s head popped into the room. “Stiles?”

“Hi, Scott,” Stiles said as Derek faceplanted himself in Stiles’ chest in embarrassment. “Not really a good time right now.”

Scott stared dumbly at them for a moment with a mixture of horror and realization. He finally turned to Stiles. “Dude, you’re sleeping with my Alpha?”

Derek looked up at Stiles’ equally mortified face. He smiled weakly. “I guess I forgot to mention that,” he said. “…Surprise?”

Stiles opened and closed his mouth a few times before looking up at Scott. “Gimme’ a minute?”

Scott didn’t need a further invitation. He closed the door, and Derek could hear him muttering to himself in the hallway. He looked back at Stiles. “Well…”

“You’re his Alpha?” Stiles demanded, a curious look on his face. “You?”

“Yeah… I probably should’ve said something about that. Why are you… are you laughing?”

“How can I not?” Stiles asked with another bark of laughter. “This is fantastic. Weird, but… oh my god. Please tell me that we can be all weird and couple-y around him. I won’t even be mad that you didn’t tell me about this if you’ll make out with me in the hallway before he leaves.”

“That’s a deal I’d be happy to make,” Derek said with a huff of laughter. He was relieved that Stiles had taken the news that he did, in fact, know Scott and that he was the Alpha so well. He planted one more kiss on Stiles’ lips before pushing himself to his feet. “Come on, you should probably go try to calm him down.”

Stiles reached up and ruffled Derek’s hair—an action which would’ve gotten him thrown into a wall if he’d been anyone else—and winked. “Let’s go.”