Jan. 18th, 2012

Dog Pile

Jan. 18th, 2012 03:40 pm
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Stiles was late. We was supposed to get off at 9:45 to be able to get Tyler by 10 but he got held over. So now at 11:15 he was finally pulling up to Derek’s house. and knocked on the front door. He waited a few moments but knock again when he received no answer. He left out a huff and walked over to the fake rock that had the spare key hidden inside. He slid the key into the lock and slowly opened the door. He searched through the house for Derek but couldn’t find any trace of him or of Tyler. He started to panic and tore through the house in search of his son. He was about to start screaming when he heard the faint sound of a snore coming through the door he knew led to the recently finished basement. He pulled the door open and quickly descended the basement stairs and froze in surprise when he reached the bottom.

Sleeping pads filled the floor and were covered with sleeping mats and blankets. On top of those sleeping mats was Derek, Scott, Jackson, Allison, Lydia, Danny, and Tyler. They were lying in what could only be described as a dog pile. Derek lied in the middle on his side with Tyler cuddled close covered by his comforter from his crib upstairs. Scott lied on his back with his legs somehow tangled with Derek’s but using Jackson’s back as a pillow for his head. Jackson slept next to Tyler and lied half on the mats half on Danny who was cuddled close as Possible to Jackson. Allison somehow managed to use Lydia who was sleeping next to Derek as her personal heating pad but still somehow managed to be cuddled with Scott.

At first he smiled at the sleeping wolfs and the human Allison, but his smile quickly faded when Lydia scooted closer to Derek and tossed an arm around his waist. He felt his anger start to rise but quickly squashed it. He had no say with who Derek dated, the same way Derek had no say with him. He was too tired to deal with this crap. He composed himself and slowly crept around the sleeping wolves until he was close enough to easily reach for Tyler. He was just about to pick him up when Derek’s hand flew out and grabbed his wrist tightly. He gasped and looked into angry glowing red eyes and winced when the bones in his wrist painfully ground together. The red slowly faded when Derek realized who was reaching out for his son.

“What are you doing?”

“I came to get Tyler.”

“It’s late; you have school in the morning, just stay here.” Stiles thought before jerkily nodding and trying to stand. “Where are you going?”


“For what?”

“To sleep.”

“Sleep down here.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Stiles don’t turn this into an argument just lay down.”

“And where exactly am I supposed to lie?” Stiles whispered harshly.

“Where ever you want, they’ll move.”

“Look Derek I don-”

“Oh my god Stiles shut up and lay down!” Stiles jumped at the sudden sound of Jackson’s sleepy agitated voice. “You’re son is going to be up in an hour crying the least you can do is let me sleep before I have to change his piss filled diaper.” Danny mumbled something Stiles couldn’t understand but it made Jackson nod. When Stiles made no move to lie down Jackson turned glowing green eyes towards him. “Don’t make me beat you.”

Stiles only waited a few moments longer before laying down in the space between Tyler and Jackson. As if sensing his father’s presence, which was possible, Tyler started to fidget in his sleep. Stiles, used to this, just picked him up and laid him on his chest and rubbed a soothing hand along his back, Tyler instantly settled. With the now added space the dog pile instantly shifted.

Jackson rolled onto his side and scooted close to Stiles so his nose was almost touching his side and tossed an arm over his hip. Danny moved so he was spooning Jackson and twined their legs together. Derek cuddled close to Stiles and placed an arm over his hip and tangled one leg with Stiles’. With his pillow gone Scott let out a sound of protest and decided to just curl up close to Jackson instead. Allison moved so she was lying behind and in front of Derek’s legs. Lydia tried to scoot closer to Derek but was awaken by a sudden growl from her Alpha. She let out a haughty huff before rolling over and deciding not to be part of the pile.

“Is this okay?” Derek asked softly.

“It’s a little weird but yeah.” Derek gave him a soft smile. “This doesn’t change anything. I’m still mad at you.” Stiles said softly starting to fall asleep already.

“Be mad in the morning. Go to sleep.”

The Start

Jan. 18th, 2012 03:41 pm
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The Start

The Alpha lounged on his couch as he waited for Stiles to show up. The human had said he had to tell Derek something important. Derek assumed it had something to do with why Stiles’ scent has been off for the past few weeks. He heard the car pull up in the drive way and waited for the hesitant knock at the door before getting up. He opened the door and watched curiously as Stiles walked in and sat heavily on the couch without saying a word. Derek pushed the door shut and sat next to the teen.

“Do you remember a while ago when we uh…when I found out you weren’t dead?”


“Do you remember what we did?”

“We had sex in your bedroom.”

“And do you remember how you asked for a condom and I said don’t worry about it I’m clean?”

“Yes.” Derek gave the teen a hard look. “Did you lie to me?”

“No. I didn’t lie to you.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I’m a Third.”

“That’s…nice?” Derek was confused Stiles’ was a third, so what? There were plenty of thirds out there. Enough for it to considered another gender, hence ‘third’. A Third was a man who could become pregnant, and a woman who had a penis along with a vagina. Most parents if Third woman had their penis removed just for a sense or normality.

“Derek use your head! I’m a third we had unprotected sex!” Stiles snapped.

Understanding dawned on Derek’s face. “You’re pregnant?”

“I haven’t told my dad yet.” Stiles said in an uncharacteristically small voice. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You’re keeping it.” Derek said sternly.

“You can’t tell me what to do!” Stiles snapped. “I’m too far along to get an abortion even if I wanted to!” Stiles gave Derek a disbelieving look. “I can’t believe you would even think I would do that!”

“That’s not what I meant. I meant you’re not giving it up for adoption.”

“Derek I’m 16 years old I can’t take care of a kid.” Stiles said with a shake of his head.

Derek sighed. “More likely than not the baby is a wolf Stiles.”

Stiles sighed and buried his face in his hands. “So what am I supposed to do?”

“You can’t let anyone know it’s mine, outside of the pack.” Derek said quickly.

Stiles furrowed his eye brows. “What? Why?”

“Stiles I was 23 when we had sex you were and still are16, by the time it’s born I’ll be 24 and you’ll only be 17. I was a fugitive and suspect in a murder case. Your father is the sheriff; he’ll have no issues with getting me put away for statutory if not flat out rape.” Stiles let out a sigh and sat silently next to Derek. Derek smirked at Stiles’ flinch when he laid a hand flat on his stomach. “How far along?”

Stiles snorted. “Can’t you do math? I’m around 11 or 12 weeks give or take.”

Derek nodded. “Lay down.”

“What? Why?”

“Lay. Down.” Derek said with a growl and a flash of red eyes.

“Okay! Jeeze no need to get all growly and shovey. Hey! Woah woah woah woah!” Stiles flailed his arms and tried to yank his shirt back down. “You can’t just yank up my shirt!” His eyes widened and he started to panic when Derek started to sniff his stomach. “Oh my God! What are you doing?!”

“Shut up.” Stiles’ teeth clicked shut. “It’s a boy.”

“You found that out by sniffing my stomach?” He bit his lip to hold back moan when a how hand rubbed his stomach. “What are you doing?” He whispered trying to ignore the small licks of arousal he felt forming. He clenched his eyes shut and held back the gasp that threatened to come forth when Derek kissed his stomach right above his belly button.

“I don’t know.” Derek answered sounding just as lost as Stiles. “Just don’t move.”

And Stiles didn’t.


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