Mafia Mischief

Mafia Mischief: Chapter #22

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Present Day ▹ Six Months Later ▹ May
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Director Argent, Deputy Director Deaton, Associate Deputy Director Stilinski (yes, Stiles's dad had been given the position), Special Agent Stilinski and Special Agent Hale all gathered in a conference room to discuss some things.

Director Argent looked at Stiles. "We have a proposition for you," he said.

Stiles tilted his head and leaned forward. "I'm listening, Sir."

Deputy Director Deaton spoke up. "We have come to a decision that a new division of the FBI should be founded and funded. One that should have been founded and funded sooner."

"Okay. May I ask what division and what it has to do with me?" Stiles asked curiously.

Director Argent nodded and slid a folder over to Stiles. "The government recognizes that our population not just in the US but worldwide consists of millions of shifters, supernatural beings, sparks and many more but the official recognition isn't enough. It's one thing to acknowledge they exist and another to have measures put in place to address it," he explained.

Stiles looked through the folder and his brows furrowed in concentration. "I see. So the division's goal is to oversee the procedures, rights and responsibilities of and to them?" he asked.

The Director, Deputy Director and Associate Deputy Director all nodded.

"Exactly Stiles," Associate Deputy Director Stilinski said.

"So, I understand all of that but what does it have to do with me?"

"It has been decided that we should appoint you as head of the new supernatural division of the FBI. You'll still have assignments but you'll have a new title. Director of Special Entities. With your abilities as a Spark, a Fox Shifter and as an Alpha you are the clear choice for this."

Derek felt so proud of his mate for such an honor and glanced over at Stiles but was surprised to find Stiles looking at him in contemplation. Derek raised an eyebrow and Stiles seemed to reach a decision. Stiles looked over at his superiors and nodded. "I'll do it on one condition."

Director Argent smiled knowingly. "What condition would that be?"

Stiles smiled. "I want Special Agent Hale as my partner when I'm on assignment and I want him as my AD."

Derek's eyes widened and he was about to object and state his unworthiness of that but before he could Director Argent nodded. "Done."

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Stiles and Derek got a penthouse together in DC and they made it look as close to the one they had stayed in during their op as possible from the bathroom to the study, from the living room to the kitchen, and the bedroom where they definitely finally took full advantage of their new bed.

Derek trailed his fingers over the silk sheets on their brand new California king bed. They'd chosen navy blue sheets to go with the dark gray walls of their bedroom. Strong arms wrapped around his waist and he relaxed into the embrace. "Hey Stiles."

Stiles pressed a kiss to the back of Derek's neck and gently swayed back and forth. "Hey. I got the kitchen unpacked. I was thinking a nap sounded good. Are you interested?" he asked, placing another kiss on Derek's neck.

Derek hummed softly and nodded. "I could be persuaded." He turned to face his boyfriend and smiled. His hands cupped Stiles's jaw using his thumbs to rub back and forth on his jawline before bringing their lips together. Stiles returned the kiss with equal fervor and slid his arms around Derek's waist. Their movements were fluid when Derek moved to lay back on the bed, Stiles followed, his body molding against Derek's. Derek's hips rolled against Stiles as Stiles settled between Derek's legs and when Derek arched his back Stiles dragged his lips down Derek's neck. He nipped at the juncture where shoulder met neck a pleased growl rumbling in his chest at the submission.

Stiles slid his hands down and under Derek's shirt before sliding them back up, his fingers dancing across Derek's skin leaving sparks in their wake. Derek moaned softly as air was punched out of him in little puffs.

Soon their shirts were discarded leaving them in just their jeans, both of them able to feel how ready the other was. The silk sheets were cool against Derek's back while Stiles was hot against his chest. Derek rolled them over his body undulating against Stiles's body in waves as he fumbled for the buttons of their jeans. He made quick work of shoving Stiles's jeans down and then his own, leaving them in just their briefs. Their legs intertwined loosely and Derek shivered at the feeling of Stiles's foot trailing up his calf and back down.

Their bodies molded together as Stiles nipped at Derek's neck harder each time before laving over the bites with his tongue to soothe the sting. Pretty soon their briefs were discarded leaving them bare to each other. Stiles reached down his hand encircling both of their cocks and used their precum to ease the way as he began stroking. Derek's mouth fell open his chest heaving lightly and his head tilted back. Stiles sank his blunt human teeth into Derek's throat and sped up his movements but not enough to push them over the edge. He slowed his movements and slid his hand back to slip his middle finger into Derek's crack, settling against his hole with a light brush.

Derek shuddered and pushed back into the sensation. "Alpha, please?"

"I've got you, kitten. I'm going to take such good care of you," he promised in a reverent whisper as his eyes, flickering between alpha red and spark silvery purple, met Derek's.

Stiles rolled them again so Derek was once again on his back and set about preparing him. They took their time as Stiles coaxed his boyfriend open with soft caresses and whispering sweet nothings that meant everything and more.

Sliding his cock into Derek with their foreheads resting against each other was like coming home. Stiles felt his magic flare within him as purple sparks danced across their skin. His movements were hard but languid and their breaths were harsh pants. They kissed until they couldn't do more than pant into each other's mouths as their passion and love began to build. The anticipation that had accumulated while they respected the boundaries they'd set was unleashed. The desire that coursed through them the moment they laid eyes on each other now flowed unbridled through them. The love they housed in their hearts for each other spread to take root in every fiber of their beings. The lust settled intertwined with passion taking them from complete halves to a perfect whole.

Their climaxes crashed over them like waves against rocks jutting out into the sea but contentment washed over them like waves wash against the shore. Their hearts beat as one as they slowly came down from their mutual euphoria.

Stiles laid next to Derek, his magic allowing him to get a warm cloth to clean them up before sending it to the laundry and pulling Derek into his arms. Their breathing slowly regulated and their eyelids grew heavy. Derek tucked his head under Stiles's chin and Stiles placed a kiss to Derek's forehead before resting his chin on Derek's head. Their legs intertwined as Stiles pulled the silk sheet up to their hips and they fell into a satiated sleep.

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Since Stiles owned the tech company Lunar Bytes he ended up hiring both Scott and Isaac as security guards once they officially became his betas. They were even looking to expand the company and had a flourishing website that brought them business from all over the world.

He then got to name the Supernatural Division and he called it, Dziewięć ogonów Dziewięć żyć, which means Nine Tails, Nine Lives in Polish.

When Stiles met Derek's sister Laura it was a chaotic clash in the best way. She gave him her blessing and then proceeded to share every embarrassing story of her brother that she could think of. Yeah. Stiles was a big fan of Laura Hale.

Allison, Jackson, Liam and Lydia were relocated in order to join Nine Tails, Nine Lives. They started as a unit and became a family. Trust of course had to be rebuilt but when those four saw the mating bites on Derek and Stiles they knew that...mate bites don't lie.