All Ours [Sterek] (BoyxBoy) {All Yours Sequel}

-Chapter One-

*Sequel*

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"Der, where are my posh shoes for our date?" Stiles called, from near the heavy block wooden stairs. In the living area, Derek was chasing a dog around the coffee table, which happened to be a huge greyhound. The dog wiggled it's tail, excitedly.

"Well I think...Samantha has one..." Derek growled at the dog, making his reddened eyes pierce into Samantha's.

"What have I told you about calling her that?! It's Sam." Stiles steamed into the living room, coming at Sam from a different angle than Derek and making her tail wiggle quicker. "On the count of three, we pounce on her okay?" Derek nods. "One." They both take a step closer. "Two." Their arms rise. "Three!" The pair jumped onto the dog, Derek holding her from the ribs and Stiles holding her head and pulling the shoe out of her mouth. It's slobbery and has a few bite marks.

"I'll guess they have to do, she chewed the rest of your posher shoes up." Derek said quietly, letting go of Sam. Stiles sighed loudly.

"Sam, you are a pain in my ass." Stiles patted her head laughing, causing her to pant louder and whine a little.

"I think the other shoe is in her bed." Stiles nodded at Derek's comment and retrieved the other shoes. Their flat was pretty minimalist, mostly browns and beiges on the walls, brown furniture with a few hints of a nude colour and all open plan, except for the two bedrooms, which both were separated rooms from the living area.

"You look handsome." Derek said, leaning close to Stiles' ear an speaking, simply making Stiles smile widely. Straightening out his button up shirt, and pulling his pants down from where they have ruffled, Stiles kisses Derek's cheek.

"And so do you." He grins. "Like honestly have you seen your hair right now? It looks amazing." Derek chuckles.

"Bed head looks amazing?"

"You look amazing whenever, be quiet." Derek lifted on eyebrow at Stiles' words.

"Just amazing?"

"And you also happen to look very hot in that suit." Derek looked down, his tie was loosely tied and his white, button up shirt tucked in.

"Come we need to go." Derek said quickly grabbing the Camaro keys. Stiles yelps, putting on the semi-chewed shoes and head out the apartment door.

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"A reservation for two?" The waiter asked.

"Yes, two." Derek said, taking hold of Stiles' hand and squeezing.

"Ah Mr Hale and Mr Hale." The waiter laughed a little. "Right this way." The waiter took the two to an exclusive room where there was wooden tables with romantic pale pink sheets covering them, napkins and multiple utensils laid out on the table and comfy looking leather seats.

"Wow." Stiles gulped. "It's beautiful, thank you." Nodding at the waiter, Stiles let Derek seat him, pulling the chair out for him. The waiter lingered as Derek took his seat too.

"Can I get you any wine?" He whipped out his pen and pad. "Our special today is Italian White Grape."

"A bottle of your special please." Stiles said quickly, smiling at Derek. He reached out to hold his hands across the table. The waiter retrieved a pair of wine glasses and a bucket of ice with the wine layers inside. He unscrewed the cork, pulling it off with a pop. He poured until the glasses were full and then smiled.

"I'll leave you two to decide what you would like for your meals tonight." Derek nodded, and the waiter left.

"How did you afford this, Der?" Stiles rubs his fingers over Derek's knuckles.

"I'm a rich man Stiles." He grins at Derek. "What are you having?" Stiles flips open the leather coated menu.

"Well so far, I'm thinking the tomato and basil ravioli with marinara." Derek hums deeply.

"I'm thinking the steak with peppercorn sauce and fries." Stiles nods.

"I'm just going to stick with my ravioli." Stiles winks at Derek making himself flustered.

"Are we ready to order now, sirs?" The waiter asks, his pad and pen out set.

"Yes." Derek simply states. "I'll have the steak and fries please."

"Peppercorn sauce."

"Please." He scribbled the order down on his pad and turns slowly to Stiles.

"And you, sir?"

"Tomato and basil ravioli with marinara please." The waiter nods and writes down the order.

"Excellent choice. We'll have the meal ready for you within fifteen to twenty minutes." And he leaves, nodding. Stiles and Derek both sip their wine.

"That's..."

"Strong?" Derek adds.

"Yep." He coughs out a little, making Derek laugh.

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"Well I'm full and my taste buds are satisfied, how about yours?" Stiles asked, holding his belly in the Camaro. Derek nods, eyes fixed to the road.

"Satisfied yes." Yawning, Stiles stares out of the car window.

"Dad is coming for tea tomorrow."

"Shit." Derek cursed loudly, making Stiles cringe.

"It's okay, we'll go to the market tomorrow and buy some stuff for beef lasagne."

"Your dad is terrifying." Derek taps the wheel with his fingers. "Can you imagine if we burn the lasagne...? Or if Samantha chews at his feet-"

"Der, it'll be fine." He places a hand on Derek's thigh, calming his leg bopping down.

"What if he say he doesn't want me to be your husband anymore-"

"Derek. You will be fine, we're already married plus he shouldn't be scary for you since he's happy for me as long as I'm happy. He respects that." Stiles slides his hand further up Derek's leg, causing his breathing to stop momentarily.

"That's a bit far up my le-" He pushes his hand to Derek's crotch. "Oh fuck-" Stiles grins at Derek's facial expression and laughs at how distracted he now is from driving.

"I love you Der." He moves his hand around a little. "Now pull over." Derek immediately complies.

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