Lamentable Allies - Sterek

Chapter 11

"Good to have you back." Scott said sincerely as he clapped Derek on the shoulder. Derek nodded his head back in agreement before snaking his arm around Stiles' waist and kissing him on the temple. Ever since Derek gained consciousness he hasn't left Stiles' sight and has been extremely affectionate; not like Stiles minds though, he actually thoroughly enjoys it. Well... that and the frequent fucking they've been doing lately.

Honestly, it's like Derek's stamina has doubled. Stiles doesn't know if he can keep up, so Derek throws in cuddle sessions in between.

"Vomit." Jackson said rolling his eyes at the sight of PDA. Ironic coming from the guy who shoves his tongue down Lydia's throat at any given second.

"It's cute." Isaac added in nervously before his eyes flickered over to Scott, who was already staring at him.

Stiles hates attention like this, he can practically feel his face burning red. Getting all this attention from Derek comes at a cost: getting harassed by the pack.

"Will you all shut up?" Derek growled. "Look, I might've woken up but that's not the biggest issue we're against; the pack is still out their and they want Stiles."

"And they cheated last time we fought against them, so how do we know they won't do that again?" Lydia asked, reminding everyone of the grim fact that this won't be easy.

Scott sighed. "We won't. We're just going to have to try again, even if it doesn't end well." Hearing that pissed Stiles off, literally boiled his blood. He loves his friends, but in no way does he think that they should constantly be risking their lives for him. It's ridiculous, Stiles knows that things like this will keep happening (seriously it's like life-threatening scenarios follow him wherever he goes), but that doesn't mean that every time this happens one of his friends should get hurt or die.

"That's enough." Stiles seethed, pulling away from Derek. "I feel the love, I do. But stop risking your lives for me, okay? I'm fine, I'm fine. Yeah I'm a clutz and it's like death follows me but this will keep happening so there's no use in possibly dying for me. I'm just the little damsel in distress who can't save herself." Everyone shut up after that, leaving a slightly shaking Stiles being the only one to make a noise, his deep breathing due to working himself up.

"Stiles," Derek began, placing a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. "We're going to do everything we ca-"

"Don't!" Stiles shouted back. There's few times Derek will show hurt on his face, and right now is one of those times. His mouth is slightly hanging open, his bushy eyebrows seeming to fall like his slight frown. It killed Stiles inside but he needed to get that all off his chest. He looked in Derek's forest green eyes a second longer before pulling himself away to leave the loft.

Great. Now he's done it. All he wanted to do was speak his mind, but then it started to come out like word vomit and he couldn't stop. Derek probably hates him now. Great.

Stiles angrily ran a hand through his hair before hopping into the jeep and slamming the door behind him. He rested his head on the steering wheel for a second to calm himself before he turned the keys to ignition and started off home.

Once he pulled into the driveway he sat in the car a little while longer, so that he could finish the sad song he had played through the aux. After Blackbear's melody had finished Stiles pulled himself out of the vehicle and dredged upstairs. He opened the door and was met with a still frowning boy who was sitting on his bed, elbows resting on his knees. Stiles sighed and shut the door before taking a seat next to him.

"What're you doing here?" Stiles asked, looking down at the floor.

"I could never imagine losing you Stiles, you're everything to me. Do you get that?" Derek answered softly, turning his head to look at the ignorant kid who somehow took control of his life. Stiles bit his lip and shook his head.

"That's no reason for everyone to risk dying for one person. I'm just me."

"And you're everything. Stiles I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Derek rested a hand on Stiles' knee, trying to get the point across.

Stiles snorted. "What, is this you asking me to marry you?" Stiles joked with a monotone voice earning him an eye roll from the werewolf.

"No, you're in high school that'd be illegal. I'm just making sure you know how much you mean to me."

"Okay good, because I don't see how it's fair that we automatically get to assume that you'd be the one to propose. Why can't I? I'm pretty romantic, maybe I wanna get on one knee and see your reaction when I-"

"Shut up." Derek chuckled before moving his hand so he could sling his arm around Stiles and plant a kiss on his lips. "High school now, marriage later. Actually, scary werewolf pack now."

Stiles raised his eyebrows. "I thought you were the scary werewolf?"

"I am." Derek grinned while flashing his red eyes for a second. Stiles laughed giving Derek a slight nudge. He's the only one who can successfully pull Stiles out of moods like this, he likes to call it a gift.

"I wish my mom was able to see me get married." Stiles added, he wasn't saying this in a sad way though, more reminiscent. "She could laugh at your awful dancing."

"Who said I was a bad dancer?" Derek smirked while standing up. He held out a hand and Stiles just stared at it flabbergasted. Was this actually happening? He never ever thought this would happened. After a second he reluctantly grabbed Derek's hand and stood to his feet. Derek carefully placed one of his hands on Stiles' waist as the other held his hand. "Baby, be prepared to be blown away."

Stiles let out a small breathy laugh as the boys began to sway slightly, as well as every now and then Derek would throw in some impressive side stepping. Stiles spent most of the time with his eyes glued to the floor watching their feet, making sure he wouldn't fall. But when he looked up he was met with Derek's face, who was watching him intently. He had a slight smile on his face before he placed a kiss on Stiles' jaw, then the corner of his mouth, and then finally his lips. The hand that had moved to the small of Stiles' pack moved him even closer. Usually Stiles and Derek have rough kisses, but this one was slow, and extremely sappy sweet.

"Marry me." Stiles breathed when they pulled apart for air. Derek smirked and placed another kiss on Stiles' lips.

"One day. I'll have to get your fathers approval." Stiles snorted as he ran his hands up and down Derek's beautiful, but sadly clothed body.

"That won't be hard. I'm pretty sure he's extremely proud that I was able to land a guy as gorgeous as you." Stiles said as he nibbled on the soft flesh of Derek's neck, earning him a moan.

"You always say stuff like that, don't you know how good looking you are?" Derek contrasted, after a dreamy smile formed on his lips. "I bet you'd make the cutest kids." Stiles stopped attacking Derek's neck and pulled away to look at him.

"Well, unless technology advances a lot in the next few years we'll never know what offspring of mine would look like." Derek looked down and nodded. Although Derek looks like such a tough guy, he can't help but admit that he has a soft spot for kids. Growing up with such a huge family, he couldn't wait to start one of his own. Not that he couldn't start one with Stiles and love them just as much, he just assumes it's different when the kid is yours. Nonetheless, when he's looking to settle down in the future (far future), he'll love his kids no matter what; adopted or blood.

"They'd be cute." Derek kissed Stiles' nose, causing it to scrunch up.

"You're so sentimental today. You've only told me to shut up like 3 times." Stiles observed cocking an eyebrow at the usually cocky male.

"I know I know. I'd say I'd go visit Peter so I could go back to being grumpy but I really don't wanna see him." Derek joked causing both of the boys to laugh.

"I don't blame you."

A/N

sorry for the short update! I'm watching glee so I'm kinda preoccupied lmao.
But I hope the sterek fluff makes up for it!