"I'm not getting soft, Stiles," Derek gave him an eyeroll. There was no way he was getting soft. However he did pull his pants up so he could get out of the car the moment it was parked so it wouldn't take more time away from them. The moment the jeep was parked, Derek was out of it, waiting for his mate to do the same so he could push him against the blue jeep and return to their frantic kisses. They were still out in the open though, still at a spot where they could be seen and discovered, even though it was a lot quieter there.

"We should..." More frantic kisses, and groping and why was everything so far away? "We should get inside," Derek panted, not because he was afraid of getting caught since they lived here, but because of that some decency would be best with how their neighbors were all factories with a lot of workers. Not a show they'd want to give, nor a reputation they needed.

Not even waiting for an answer, he dragged his mate with him, their dicks out sure, but that wasn't something people would immediately notice, if they walked fast enough. There was some fumbling with the code to get to the main stairwell where the elevator was too and then Stiles was slammed against the wall of the elevator, because they finally had some privacy. Derek's hand wrapped around the erection he’s wanted to grab minutes ago, giving it a tug.

"Do you have lube on you?"

"I'm always prepared for you!" Stiles chuckled, his bruised and throbbing lips pulling into a dirty smirk and moaning from that big hand finally touching his more or less freed cock. Okay, he might have rather hissed than moaned because it was nearly too much.

One hand was lost under Derek's dusty shirt so he could scratch and grope the damp skin there, the other fumbling around in his jeans' pocket for the two packages of lube he had with him. "And you should get inside already..." he chewed on Derek's bottom lip as he shoved the packages into his hand and chose to drive Derek even hornier with some sensual licking and biting on the thick neck, tasting the salt of the sweat and some dust and that beloved musky wolf and earth scent that seemed to always cling to his man's skin.

It amazed Stiles that with time their lust for each other didn't ebb down at all like in other relationships. On the contrary, it seemed it only intensified with the months. Maybe one day it's going to end up in spontaneous combustion for them.

That thought made him snort into Derek's neck while his hands pushed down the wolf's jeans and underwear enough to free the firm ass and the hard cock some more. It felt like an eternity since they got intimate like this and it showed on both of them with this feral lust and need for each other. The magic wasn't that active yet though because they've been careful to keep the balance with regular balancing rituals, so it was mostly just the two of them.

And damn, they were both so hungry...

"Fuck me already. Right here," Stiles urged his mate, teasingly leaning back against the elevator wall to arch his back and pull his tee up to essentially bare his flat belly to the alpha wolf. So very clear with the symbolism and significance this gesture meant for alphas.

"I'm working on it," Derek promised between clenched teeth since it was hard to talk with his mate hanging off his bottom lip like he did, nibbling and biting and sucking, releasing it only to get at it again. Their need was too frantic to even try to reach anything remotely looking like furniture, it was an animalistic need and the predator didn't have the patience for anything at the moment, anything but be inside Stiles and have his heat wrapped around him.

Tearing at the packages of lube with his teeth while Stiles was busy presenting himself, he ripped them open, smearing one of them around his cock, coating it liberally to ease the way. Derek reached for the bunched up T-shirt since it offered a perfect hold to wrap his hand in, pulling Stiles closer to lick at the pale stomach as he pushed the human up higher and higher with the ease of werewolf strength. The other package of lube was stuffed in his mouth for a second, because he needed his hand to pull down Stiles' pants enough to bare the pale globes of flesh. The legs had to be wrapped around his middle, it was the only way for Stiles to have some kind of a grip with them as his back rested against the wall.

The leftover lube was coated on Derek's fingers, and it was almost like an afterthought, the way the two digits smeared the clear lubrication around Stiles' entrance, pushing some of it inside him with some quick prodding. It wasn't enough to prepare the tight channel, it was enough to make sure the skin wouldn't tear from dryness.

"I need you so much," Derek breathed against the human's neck, the fingers guiding the thick erection to the tight hole.

With both hands settling on the narrow hips, Derek's own hips fucked upwards with a punishing thrust as he pushed Stiles down. It made him sheathe inside the channel in one solid spearing, thick flesh burrowing inside with demand to the yielding walls. The alpha growled loudly, the claim was made.

The loosened pants and jeans kinda cut into Stiles' spread thighs, but he couldn't care less as his head banged against the elevator's wall and his desperate and loud yell echoed through the ground floor.

The burning and stretch were bordering on too much, but that sweet pain and discomfort quickly turned into pleasure and feeling so very full with cock. The intensity left Stiles clawing at Derek's back under his shirt, leaving quickly healing claw marks on the warm skin.

"FUCK!" the Spark groaned, his whole body trembling wildly both from the intrusion of his mate and the burning NEED to be taken by him. It was torture to wait a bit so his body could get more used to the stretch, but he used those few moments to attack Derek's mouth. His kiss was hungry and wild, all teeth and biting and sucking, not caring how messy it got.

He was so fucking crazy for his mate it wasn't even funny anymore and his hips decided they were done waiting so Stiles' legs tightened a bit around Derek's middle so he could wriggle on the rock-hard cock buried deep in him. The message was clear: MOVE!

Derek had been panting as he had waited for the tight body to adjust to his large girth, all of his focus on keeping enough control to not thrust yet. They didn't do this often, Derek was mindful of the human's breakable skin, not wanting to rely on magic for Stiles to heal himself by borrowing the wolf's healing. Sure, it was a transference, the injuries would be healed by the wolf's body but just because he would be able to feel the pain he had caused, didn't make it alright to cause it in the first place.

Stiles knew his limits better than Derek did, though, so when the message was made clear that he could move, there was not a second of hesitation. Fingers digging into the hips hard – and yes, that was going to cause bruises – the cock pulled back before pushing back in. The heat hadn't abated with the quench of being within his mate.

There was still a desperation clinging to their lovemaking, born out of the near loss they had gone through. Derek had died on Stiles, a fact they were both well-aware of and seemed to want to make up for by eagerly mating like the world was about to crumble around them.

His thrusts were deep and hard as Derek angled his hips to slam them upwards with echoing slaps of flesh meeting flesh. It wasn't even about being inside Stiles, it was about knotting him and claiming him, the alpha chasing after his orgasm fast. His hands were needed to help Stiles move so he couldn't wrap his hand around the erection weeping between them but he could use his own pleasure and need to push it through the bond. He initiated the contact like that, and their arms didn't need to touch, they didn't need the ritual. Derek demanded for their souls to meet so they did, in a whirlwind of emotions, lust and love bleeding together.

"D-Derek! Oh god!" Stiles cried out, feeling all dizzy and overwhelmed he had to try several times to put words after each other. It was so intense, so frantic, so perfect! And what he felt from the wolf coming through their bonds and the magic... that was simply just... beautiful. Too much, nearly.

"Wait! Can't feel my legs..." he stuttered as he felt the knot starting to press against his abused hole too, the thick slicked up cock moving so much easier by then. He also loved the fact that despite being so gone for each other, Derek immediately stopped and let Stiles' legs down after slipping out. It was pure torture for both of them, but the Spark knew what he wanted and since they were connected by the freely flowing magic too by then, he knew Derek saw in his head what he wanted.

Stopping had been extremely hard to do, because Derek has been so eager to knot his mate but the moment Stiles had said stop, he had stopped. Always would, even when it felt too good to stop. Patiently he watched his mate get more comfortable, as comfortable as they could get in an elevator but it did make it easier for them both with how Stiles was back on his own two feet.

Stiles quickly turned around in the small space between Derek and the elevator wall. He was so glad it was there for support, because he wasn't sure he'd be able to stand upright without that. He leaned on a forearm and hand, his other quickly pushing his clothes lower to free his ass and cock some more. Then he reached behind him to grab the flushed and wet shaft and lead it right back in, his fingers brushing against the very sensitive knot.

He groaned loud as he was filled again and arched his back for a better angle before slapping his damp hand against the metal too, the scars of his mate bite on the back of his neck pointedly exposed for his alpha in submission, his whole body, being and soul trembling for Derek.

"Like this... Now... Please!" he babbled barely coherent, readying himself for the knot and their pleasure.

The wolf didn't push back inside right away. No, instead he took a moment to look at the pretty picture the other painted: pressed against the metal wall like that, presenting himself. That, that was all his, and even after seven months together, insane months, it made him feel awed. He wasn't deserving of Stiles, never had been. And yet he was all his to love and care for. Stepping closer, he kissed at the white scar of his own fangs, letting his tongue get familiar with the tissue again, sucking it wet.

"I love you," he said softly, the tip of his hard cock back to where it had been, sinking inside.

It was a moment of gentleness before Derek was back to sinking in deeply, his teeth running along the skin without biting it. His hand went around Stiles to get him in his hand, stroking the uncut erection in time with his thrusts. It wasn't going to take long, the knot was firming up already, teasing at the rim.

Nice shivers ran down Stiles' half-exposed spine from the licking on his scars. It always felt over-sensitive and exciting when Derek paid attention to it. The licks and his mate's awed words made Stiles gasp then smile to himself then he was filled again and he moaned from the scrape of blunt teeth against the white scars.

"Derek..." he panted, eyes rolling shut again from the intense pleasure that flared up in him from the stroking on his cock and the steady deep thrusts inside. They were getting very close again, very quickly. To help that along, Stiles arched his back a bit more and used his hands against the elevator wall as leverage to rock himself back and forth, helping Derek jerk and impale him and press against his wet rim.

Stiles' panting and moans intensified just like his bucking. His insides were quivering in anticipation, the magic so close to the surface, lingering on their skin and making Stiles sweat more, his here and there exposed skin glistening from the light sheen while his bunched up T-shirt started sticking to his body.

"D-Derek! Please... I want it!" he whined, the knot pushing against the rim with each thrust but never entering was extra torture and Stiles was burning up for it so badly. He wouldn't be surprised if in the moment of his orgasm he was going to literally burst into flames.

Derek hadn't even pushed down his pants, had only pulled out his erection and Stiles' jeans were still around his thighs, t-shirt bunched up while Derek hadn't even touched his own. Usually they weren't this frantic. They'd at least get undressed first but this time it was as if it all didn't matter at all. They were too close to even attempt it now. Derek only wanted to push inside with his knot and breed his mate.

Luckily, Stiles wanted the same thing as he did, encouraging him to go all the way, not that he was able to stop it now when he had allowed the knot to start forming. His control over the knot wasn't a button he could push to make it go away again. Pushing into his mate's beautiful body a few more times, the knot was firming up more and more as Derek got close to the point of orgasm. One more time it managed to push passed the rim but it was a tight fit. The large bump locked tight, the wolf's hand tightened around Stiles' erection and paused as Derek groaned against the human's skin heatedly. His body shivered and shook, a rush of warmth trickling into Stiles.

Grinding into the warm body, there was another gush. It would take a few minutes before his body was done, always having the idea that his mate could be bred if it tried hard enough.

There were some desperate and 'dying' sounds coming from Stiles because of the intensity the knot brought with. It happened each time he let Derek do him like that. Though now it was even more intense because of their burning and carnal need for each other and also because of the less than usual prepping of him. Not that Stiles minded it. The burning and the stretch were bordering on too much again, but when it would've tipped towards the point which he wouldn't have been able to bear, the knot slid home and locked them together and Derek began coming, bathing Stiles' insides in that maddeningly hot way.

And Stiles just completely lost it.

With his sweaty face pressed against the cool wall of the elevator, his whole body shook too and from the deep grinding he came so fucking hard into his mate's fist that he nearly blacked out. And the magic burst out, washed around them and indeed covered both of them in those amber flames as their souls melted into one, their physical pleasure becoming secondary compared to the spiritual one.

Stiles didn't even know that he was crying from the beauty of all that warmth and love and relief that he was with Derek like that again. That he could be with Derek like that again. That he was there with him and not buried six feet under.

The rush of the magic was felt since it was impossible not to with the way it rushed along their skin, inside them and around them. It was like being doused in a too hot bath where the skin pricked in shock as it had to get used to it and then it was only warmth surrounding them. Their clothes were sticking to them from sweat and grime, Derek was mostly holding Stiles up as they were both leaning against the wall now, the alpha's body shivering in aftershocks while locked with his mate.

The stickiness in his hand, which was rapidly dripping down to the floor didn't go unnoticed, even though his attention had been on the way Stiles' body clenched around him in a vice, milking every last drop out of him as Derek keened at the feeling. It was too much, so no wonder the human's legs were barely able to hold him up if the wolf's knees were shaky as well. Resting his forehead against the sweaty shirt, he gently released the softening cock as he wrapped his other arm around the waist to keep supporting Stiles.

For a moment Derek thought about what to do with his soiled hand, seemed like a waste to not lick it clean. Oh wait. He wiped it on Stiles' stomach instead, rubbing it in, intensifying the scent of sex in the elevator. He would have rubbed it on himself if he had a spot he could reach that wasn't covered in clothes. Not saying anything, he inhaled in and out deeply with his eyes closed, letting the connection of their bond and the afterglow of sex wash over him.

Stiles was barely conscious for a while, grateful for the support Derek's strong arm around his messy middle gave him. Otherwise he doubted he could've stayed upright. Okay, the elevator wall was doing a great job with the supporting too.

Their bonds were wide open, their souls and bodies still connected and the tears were still falling, but Stiles didn't care. He just moved a hand to place it on top of Derek's around him. The magical flames slowly ebbed down around them, leaving only the perfectly balanced and sated back and forth flow between them. He could feel so much deep love and appreciation that it completely closed his throat off so instead of his usual babbling, he silently enjoyed and treasured every second of it and occasionally sniffed and let Derek feel just how much he loved his wolf back. How he was everything and more to Stiles.

He never for one second agreed with his man about Derek not deserving him as his lover and mate. Stiles probably knew subconsciously quite early on that the Hale was IT for him. That no one else could compare or be a better fit for him. Sure, they weren't perfect – no one was – and yes, they were both broken by life not once, but they were willing to make it work between them. Their deep love for each other was undeniable along with the fact that they simply belonged together. And it made Stiles so very happy that Derek gave him all that after so many years living his life just drifting behind the facade he had put up on for everyone else.

Derek meant so much to him like no one ever did or will. Not even his beloved mother. Which was the biggest thing for Stiles to admit to himself. But it was time to face and accept that fact freely.

"You're my whole world..." he whispered hoarsely, a few more fresh tears sliding down on his sweaty face, his hand's grip tightening around Derek's forearm.

At first he thought Stiles' tears, which he could smell in the air despite the overwhelming stench of sex, was because Derek had hurt him. There was some discomfort pulsing through their bond, sure, but not the kind of pain that would cause tears, so he wasn't sure if he should ask or not. Would it ruin the moment if he'd ask why Stiles was crying? They both were quietly in the moment, so it almost felt like a sacrilege to break it with words.

Stiles was the first to speak up though, a quiet whisper which might as well be shouted with how clear the words were. The emotion behind them was raw, it made Derek's throat close up from that feeling he got around his mate so often the last weeks. That warm and fluttering feeling he had only known around Paige, that feeling called love. It wasn't the same as the love he felt for Beth, it was more like a nervous energy, the kind of love which ached, in a good way.

"You're my future," he whispered back, their bodies still locked together tightly, the knot wasn't planning on going down just yet, probably because of the way their bodies felt, the intensity not lost. He knew now why there were hot tears, because of that feeling they shared. Had either one ever had the chance to feel love in the way they did now? They had known obsession, they had known lust, they had known crushes. But this? This was new and scary and addictive.

"I hope you're crying because of how we feel right now..." Derek had to ask to make sure, even though a soft smile spread against the back of Stiles' neck where Derek's mouth was nuzzling at the salty skin.

Stiles both melted and chuckled lightly from those words. Yes, he was Derek's future just as much as Derek was his. No denying that. And he also knew that they both would kill to protect that future together.

"Yeah, that and just very happy that you are here. With me..." he sniffed and wiped his face in the sleeve of his T-shirt before letting the warm lips and breath continue brushing against the scar on the back of his neck. Which was a physical manifestation of him belonging to his mate, his alpha. That was the reason why he wanted to keep it visible. And he usually absently kept touching it to reassure himself that this wasn't just a dream but reality indeed.

"You were gone and I never want to feel that horrible feeling ever again. Or at least not for a very fucking long time. I want us to feel like this, right now. It is so deep and beautiful! I never before felt like this with anyone else. It is huge and sometimes scary but I want this. I want you. Always," he caressed Derek's arm, his eyes closing on a soft satisfied sigh. "It is perfect."

"I don't ever want to experience that horrible feeling," Derek huffed, because he had been blissfully unaware of the pain his mate had gone through when he had died. Though he could imagine some of it. When he had lost his entire family and all those pack bonds, he had never wanted to get that invested in others ever again, especially after Laura. It had felt like he had lost all his limbs all at once. To Stiles it must have felt like he had lost his heart straight from his chest.

Did that mean Derek regretted getting invested this much in a mate and a pack? No, even though it scared him to think of all he had to lose again. Realistically he'd probably be the first to go. Hopefully he wouldn't drag Stiles down with him when it happened. His bonds to Beth and Jordan were solid and strong as his betas, nothing like the festering shadows of bonds he had with the teen betas years ago. But they didn't compare to what he had with Stiles.

"I'm scared of it too." The admittance was easier to give when he was talking to his mate's back, when they were still knotted and had nowhere to go or even move. "I'm scared of how much I feel for you. Now with my soul intact I know just how much you've managed to entwine yourself to mine. But I'm also happy that I get to be scared, that I get to love this much. I finally get to enjoy having sex, get to experience what it's like to be in love. I get to have my dream of a family. With you." His mate, his everything. "I'll never leave you voluntarily. I will fight it to the end."

"I'll fight it to the end too. You know that, Derek. And you can also feel that I'm a bit scared too from how much I love you but at the same time it's the best thing that had ever happened to me. Every sacrifice, every hardship... in the end is so worth it because I can get to love you like this. And now you really know how deep my love for you and our family and future goes. I don't want anything else in life but that. All the other things are secondary to that. And it also drives me to go on, to make this happen, to live through the hardships. Because you're... we are worth it. I hope you realized that by now," Stiles murmured, entwining their fingers around his body.

"I'm never worthy of you." That didn't mean he'd walk or run away, it was a fact that Derek Hale, despite his looks, wasn't much of a catch. Too much baggage, too many problems, too dangerous. Derek was a predator, there would always be a wildness to him, a difference to humans. Stiles accepted all of that, accepted him and everything that came with it even though it wasn't the easiest route to take. "But I'll do my best to earn you over and over."

His knot had gone down enough to ensure the softened cock to slip out, along with a gush of semen. Good thing they had bought gallons in bleach, it was something they needed around here often. Derek kissed the neck.

"I can live with that. You earning me over and over in your head, even if I think it's unnecessary," Stiles chuckled softly then moaned in the same manner as his mate finally slid out of him, leaving him gaping and very, very wet with his release. Not that he minded. No, it made him flush a bit and a small satisfied smile played on his lips from it.

"How about you shower and I'll clean the elevator and when I shower, you make us a bowl of ice cream we'll eat in bed?" Besides the usual feeding of the pets that were still in the loft but didn't need to be walked. Because he doubted the human was capable of walking a lot right now.

"Okay, sounds like a good plan. And don't forget to bring up the remaining two apple pies from the car!" he said, holding up his loose pants with one hand as he slowly turned around and kissed Derek sensually.

In a little while they were lying in bed all snuggled up and after their respective showers. Stiles was feeding them ice-cream with a spoon and they were grinning and gazing at each other like lovesick school boys. But neither of them minded. They were quietly enjoying each other's company and closeness before falling asleep in each other's arms.

It was the perfect ending of an eventful day. They could deal with everything else in the morning. For now it was just them and basking in the love they shared.

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