Mafia Mischief

Mafia Mischief: Chapter #18

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Over the next few days, Stiles worked from the penthouse as he continued to heal. Not all wounds were physical. Derek began falling harder for Stiles now that he had told him everything. Derek had answered any and every question Stiles had asked. They had a plan in the works. While they worked, Derek watched his mannerisms and how he talked. Stiles was methodical and very focused. He gave 110% to whatever he was doing.

That Friday night when things had settled down enough to take a breather, Derek found himself leaning back against the kitchen island deep in thought. Stiles joined him but said nothing at first. Stiles leaned against the counter opposite of Derek and braced his hands on it. "I wanted to say thank you for saving me. You didn't have to do that."

Derek looked at Stiles and spoke softly. "You're welcome, and yes I did have to."

Stiles kept his gaze averted. "Why?"

Derek had felt the words ring true for a while, but only after the wounds healed and he felt the thrumming did he allow the words to tumble out at that current moment. "Because I love you."

Derek tensed his face paling, but Stiles finally looked at him. "You...?"

Derek swallowed thickly and nodded once. Stiles felt his spark begin to thrum under his skin. His eyes flashed silvery purple, and he softly replied, "I love you, too."

For a moment neither of them moved and then they came together, their lips sealing in a passionate kiss. They clung to each other, their kiss growing in fervor. Derek bit Stiles's lip and tugged, making Stiles moan softly.

Stiles pulled himself flush against Derek as Derek began nipping down his neck. "You have no idea how long I wanted to say that. How true it is. How beautiful you are."

"Right back at you." Stiles let his head loll back slightly, his breathing shallow as he blushed.

"Bedroom?"

Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's neck and nodded. "Bedroom."

Derek picked Stiles up and carried him to the bedroom, sucking a dark purple bruise on his collarbone.

"Holy shit, Der."

Derek gently laid Stiles on the bed and nipped at his neck before allowing Stiles to guide their mouths together. They kissed passionately until Derek pulled back just a bit. "Kissing you is amazing. Like it's a whole experience I'd like to have over and over again."

"Hey. Why do you get all the good lines?"

"It's not a line, Stiles. It's true."

Stiles put his hand on Derek's cheek, his voice soft. "Say it again? My name."

"Stiles."

Stiles grinned. "I love that so much better than boss or even Z."

"Me too."

Derek moved to kiss Stiles again, but Stiles stopped him. "Kissing yes. No sex."

"No sex. Wait. Why no sex?" Derek huffed in frustration at being told no sex.

Stiles bit his lip to suppress a grin at the clear pout on Derek's face and then his eyes darkened. "Because when we have sex for the first time. I want to take my time to lay you out and memorize every inch of your body. See what noises you make and then make you mine."

Derek's body shuddered. "S-Sounds like you're more alpha in the bedroom than I thought."

"Sometimes. Not always but right now I have many alpha urges. Claim. Protect. You know all that fun stuff."

"It's a date then."

"It's a date. Wait. Coffee to start?"

Derek smiled, making Stiles's heart flutter like crazy. Then Derek nodded and Stiles crashed their lips together again, both of their bodies thrumming with energy as they did nothing but kiss for the rest of the night. Each wanting to map out the other's mouth in its entirety. They lay side by side their bodies flush feeling a soul deep connection and a thrumming that didn't stop even after they fell asleep.

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Derek rolled onto his stomach sliding his arms up under his pillow sighing contentedly at the feeling of the silk sheets against his bare chest. He slowly opened his eyes as he reached one arm out towards the other side of the bed. A frown formed when he found the place empty, and his eyes snapped open as he sat upright looking around. He then relaxed when he heard the shower running and headed straight to the bathroom. He paused at the door hearing the shower shut off and knocked. "Stiles?"

"Come on in. I'm decent."

Derek was slightly disappointed about that, but nevertheless he opened the door and frowned slightly. He took in the sight of the man in front of him. It made his stomach clench to see the blonde hair, piercing green eyes and tanned skin back in place. His eyes trailed over the black dress pants, black dress shoes, white button up shirt, green vest, white tie and black suit jacket. "I'm going back to bed."

Before Derek could leave Stiles gently placed a hand on his arm. "Hey. I know this isn't who you want, but I have to take care of something. I can't do so looking like myself." Stiles looked down for a moment before letting go of Derek's arm and going back over to the mirror to check his appearance.

"You're right. I want my Little Fox."

Stiles turned towards Derek again and walked closer to him. "I know and you'll have him. I promise."

Derek pulled Stiles into a hug and nuzzled his nose against Stiles's neck which he'd been doing more and more. "You don't even smell like you."

"No but you sure as hell smell like you. You also smell like me and like-Us." Stiles let out a purr like sound and Derek realized how much they had rubbed off on each other that they were now adapting each other's mannerisms.

"Hmm. If only we had sex. I would definitely smell like us, and you would smell like you."

Stiles sighed and pulled back, planting a kiss on Derek's cheek. "I need you to stay here, Der. You can't come with me today."

Derek immediately tensed and frowned. "What do you mean I can't go with you? Why can't I come with you?"

"Der."

"Don't Der me. Tell me why I can't come with you!" Derek pulled away and fixed Stiles with a look.

"Chris asked me to look into something when I received his email. He said I have to do it alone." Stiles looked down more in hopes Derek wouldn't notice the slight alterations he'd made to the truth.

"Oh. Well then, I'll be here making dinner for when you come back. Y-You are coming back, right?"

Stiles looked up and smiled warmly. "Of course. I'll always come home to you."

Derek's heart swelled at the word home.

They bid each other goodbye before the elevator doors closed. Derek was left alone in a penthouse that suddenly seemed too big and Stiles was left alone in the backseat of a car with his thoughts that he'd just lied...again.