The Hale Pack

Train Depot

Stiles was warm. Very warm. His pillow was a little lumpy. But not very soft. Wait... cedar... leather... musk...

He knew this scent. This delicious scent. He sighed and nuzzled deeper into it. That gained him a soft growl.

Blinking his eyes open as he turned his head against Derek's chest. Apparently Derek had come and sat beside the den of blankets and matresses they had made. Then some time in the night he'd fallen asleep half sitting half laying against a steel pillar. Then Stiles had somehow rolled away from Scott to bury his face into the chest of the Alpha. Who was shirtless and shoeless and ... and half shifted.

His ears slightly pointed and his nose crinkled slightly with tips of fangs showing between parted lips. And a gentle clawed hand lay there against Stiles back.

In his sleepy state Stiles just gazed up at the sleeping alpha. He felt warm. From inside his core and from the warmth that was seeping into him from the alpha. His vision flared slowly to molten reds oranges and yellows. But he wasn't scared. He just looked at the alpha that held him in his sleep.

He just couldn't force himself to pull away. He wanted to gaze at Derek and memorize the stubble and the hooked nose the strong jaw and the long black lashes that rested against the high cheek bones. He wanted to remember the soft thick black mane.

So soft. His fingers bury in that dark hair and softly brush against the nape of his neck. Soft growls roll through the chest of the alpha and make Stiles feel warmer. Slivers of red peek through fluttering lashes.

A soft smile pulls at Stiles lips as he feels Derek's hand slide up his back as his head falls forward onto Stiles shoulder. Soft low growls rolling through him and into Stiles.

Stiles thought it was kind of funny and nipped at Derek's chest in a playful way.

Only to feel Derek tense so fast that he was sure that he'd just fucked up and was about to get attacked. Stiles eyes flit up to catch sight of eyes that were more black from dilated pupils than bright glowing red. He was fully shifted now. "D-" He was about to call out Derek's name but he was suddenly on his back against a soft mattress and Derek was above him on his hands and knees caging him in.

Deep vibrating growls were filling the empty train depot. All coming from Derek. Where the hell was everyone else? Had they just left them here alone?

Suddenly his thoughts were interupted by Derek lowering his body to lay against him and that caused a little problem. A hard problem.

A growl that was barely recognizable as his name came from Derek. "Stiles."

"Derek I-" Then sudenly lips were capturing his. Again the softest tenderest of kisses that brought that heat spreading from his chest to everywhere throughout his body. His arms were wrapped aroudn Derek hugging his half naked form as he surrendered to that deep slow heartwarming kiss.

He felt his lips part from a gasp feeling Derek's hardness against his thigh through both their jeans. Suddenly Derek took that opportunity to deepen the kiss. His mouth was hot and his tongue was slow and skillfully sliding against Stiles less skilled tongue.

Stiles felt his body jolt from the searing heat that flowed through him from that kiss. His fingers grip Derek's shoulders and his short stubby nails scrape against Derek's skin.

A whimper comes from Derek as he breaks the kiss and suddenly he is licking along Stiles neck and collarbone. Soft gasps escape Stiles as he bites his lip.

Soft deep whines sound from Derek as he kisses across his pulse point and snuffles against his ear. It causes a soft tickling sensation and Stiles chuckles and wriggles. This only spurs Derek on as he nuzzles his ear and nips at it. Laughing softly and breathlessly as he feels his body want Derek more and more. Filled with happiness and want and warmth Stiles turns his face into Derek's neck and gives his neck a soft kiss across the pulse point.

Another soft whimper falls from Derek and his arms circle Stiles and he lays ontop of him nuzzling into him even more. Stiles softly caressses Derek's hair and nape of his neck. This causes Derek to softly growl and whimper over and over as he licked and nipped at Stiles neck in return.

Stiles whimpers as he feels those fangs softly scrape against his addams apple making him arch up into Derek.

Suddenly Derek gripped Stiles shirt and his claws cut through the fabric like it was nothing and he litterally ripped it off of him as he began to kiss and lick and nip down his chest.

Stiles moaned out suddenly and gasped "Please tell me this isn't a dream!"

Derek froze.

Their gazes suddenly locked and Stiles hazy vision cleared up as he feared that Derek would reject him again now that those dilated pupils were suddenly shrinking and the bright red was filling up his gaze.

"D-Derek?" It was barely a breath escaping Stiles lips. He didn't want to be rejected again. He didn't know how to deal with it again after this.

That was when Derek crawled back up to be on the same level as him and slowly a clawed hand gently reached up and caressed Stiles cheek up into his hair. "Stiles..." It was Derek's voice again. Not the deep resounding growl.

Stiles softly wrapped his fingers around Derek's wrist just to touch him back softly. "Yes Derek." Another barely there whisper.

Bright red eyes gaze at him and slow inhales are taken. Then slowly Derek lowered his head so that his lips were hovering over Stiles' lips. Giving Stiles a chance to pull away.

But after only a heartbeat Stiles pushed up slightly and brushed his lips against Derek's soft plush lips. When he leaned back Derek was no longer shifted at all and his eyes were a deep and bright green. Gazing down at him with amazement and awe.

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