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Wolf Pup

It felt natural to take the crying baby in.

It felt natural to raise it like his own.

It felt natural to give the baby boy their family name.

It felt natural to become a dad.

It just felt natural.

Maybe Stiles should have questioned things more, maybe he should have pressed more but then baby Eli would look at him with big brown eyes and just grab at him.

He was gone on the babe, so absolutely gone.

And a small part of him actually resented Eli’s father for not caring, for leaving just like the mother did after dropping Eli off with Stiles.

More like when she simply showed the crying babe in his arms and said that she doesn't want to do anything with it, that she was disgusted enough about the father who had only used her for a quick fuck and then almost bit off her head when she tried to go to him about the pregnancy.

Stiles couldn't believe it but then he heard the voice message of the rude interaction, the cutting words and dripping disgust.

And then some part of his heart started to hate the man while other started to love the lil babe.

He was watching the wind play with some leftover leaves in the tree outside window when his son padded softly in the room, getting in the bed and cuddling next to him, nuzzling against Stiles' neck, breathing in the scent of pack and alpha, of home and safety, of love and family.

But it didn't seem enough today, he threw one leg over Stiles, one hand clenched in the shirt Stiles was wearing, claws piercing through and touching bare skin over Stiles' heart.

Stiles hugged his pup, nuzzling against the temple of the boy, placing a soft kiss there.

They didn't need words, not really, sometimes their bodies just spoke all they needed.

Soon enough Eli’s heartbeat calmed, his fangs and claws disappearing, his body relaxing as he was lulled back to sleep.

That was the thing, Eli was exceptional at controlling his wolf but sometimes there came a nightmare when he was just a lost pup needing comfort.

Stiles looked back at the nightstand, at the phone laying there and message waiting.

Derek had messaged him, letting him know that he will be in town and asking if Stiles didn't want to catch up.

Some ancient part of Stiles wanted to agree but the bigger part wanted to growl and snarl.

Like how dare he pop up out of the blue after all these years and just try to slip back in their lives like nothing mattered?

He scoffed, closing his eyes and hugging his son even tighter.

Fuck these abandoning assholes.

Eli was back in Stiles' bed, slipping under blankets in the middle of the night, his eyes glowing bright.

Stiles pulled him close, trailing one hand over Eli’s hair and down his neck before resting around Eli's middle.

Eli hid his face against Stiles' neck.

-Where are all these nightmares coming from, love? - Stiles brushed his fingers through Eli's hair.

- I just wake up feeling all weird, like on high alert. And the room just feels like it smells wrong. Like you are somehow detached. Anxious and with something that taste like the middle of a massive thunderstorm. It made me scared. - Eli tightened his arms around Stiles, throwing one leg over him for good measure.

-Oh, El. Why didn't you say so right away? I’m sorry. Everything is okay, I'm just thinking of the past. That's all. Nothing to worry about. If there will ever be something to worry about, I’ll let you know, okay? - Stiles kissed the top of Eli's head.

Eli just hummed, already half asleep.

Sometimes Stiles could swear that Eli could fall asleep anywhere.

Stiles should know that it will happen sooner or later, yet nothing still prepared him for the moment when he saw Derek after all these years.

Stiles took in the blooming smile and salt and pepper sprayed through his beard.

Shit, Derek looked good.

But just as fast as that thought came, it was sealed away and replaced with burning rage.

-Stiles! Hey! You look good! - Derek actually pulled him into a hug.

Something in Stiles froze for a second before he pulled away.

-I don't believe we have anything to discuss. I have to go. - Stiles' voice was all cold, reminding him all too well of nogitsune.

- What? - Derek blinked at him in confusion, looking so fucking open it was messing up with Stiles' head but he had to think of his son.

But before he could turn away, Eli was there by his side, frown on his face, probably sensing how wrong Stiles smelled.

Derek's eyes widened for a split second before he smiled again.

-I didn't know you had a son. - He looked Eli up and down, making Stiles' skin crawl with need to growl and protect.

Stiles simply turned around, grabbing Eli by the elbow and pulling him towards the car.

But Derek was there, following.

Stiles snapped, okay, sue him from being so protective over his son who wasn't a baby anymore but still was just a pup to Stiles.

He let go of Eli and punched Derek, catching him off guard.

-Don't ever even think about being anywhere close to him ever again or I swear I will find the biggest mountain ash tree and shove it up your behind. - Stiles snarled.

Before Derek could recover he got Eli in the car and sped off.

Eli was watching him with wide eyes, gripping his hands.

-It’s okay, pup, I just got overprotective. I’m sorry. - Stiles took deep breaths to call down.

- Because he’s a wolf? - Eli raised a brow, looking so like Stiles.

- Not really. He’s from the past and he earned my distaste. I just don't want him to get close to you and hurt you. - Stiles slowed down when he noticed that they were going a bit too fast. - Dad shouldn't have given him my number. -

- Grandpa probably didn't think that it would be anything bad. - Eli shrugged, always so open and trustworthy, so loyal.

- True. But we all make mistakes. Sorry for freaking you out. - Stiles gripped one of Eli's hands in his, squeezing.

He just had to believe that everything would be okay.

Nothing was okay.

Visit with Derek had knocked something loose in Eli, as if he sensed with some third sense that there was something more.

It was the middle of the night when Eli crawled in Stiles' bed, pressing close and seeking comfort.

After almost half an hour he still was anxious and it worried Stiles but he knew better than to push.

-Where did I come from? You are human and you said that my mother was human too. I just… Why am I a werewolf then? - Eli asked in such a small voice, sounding so lost.

- You do understand that I aren't your paternal father, right? - Stiles asked, noting how Eli froze for a second before tightening his hug around Stiles. 

- I keep forgetting. - Eli mumbled. 

- It's okay. The man who knocked your mother up was a werewolf. A born wolf. And I guess his genes were strong enough to pass that part down to you. - Stiles brushed his fingers through Eli's hair, scratching his scalp in soothing patterns. 

- Have you ever wanted to be a wolf? - Eli asked out of the blue, making Stiles laugh. 

- No, not really. I was always okay being just human. Why, are you having any doubts about being a born wolf? - Stiles looked down at his son. 

- No, I like being a wolf. But sometimes I look at you and how cool you are while being a human and I wonder if I was half as cool if I was a human. - Eli started to play with the necklace Stiles wore. 

- Careful, it's still full of mountain ash mixed with wolfsbane. - Stiles pecked Eli on the top of the head. - You don't have to change to be cool. You already are super cool. You are only fifteen and already have mastered how to be a wolf. And that's awesome because others struggle a lot. You are my special little pup. -

Stiles threw his arms around Eli, crushing him in a hug and kissing him all over face till Eli was squirming and laughing a mess, all doubts gone. 

Eli pressed his forehead against Stiles' shoulder, hugging his arm like a teddy bear and fell asleep in less than five minutes. 

Stiles watched him sleep, thinking about how lucky he was with such an amazing son. 

Yet there was a seed of lingering sadness. 

He had to deal with Derek. 

Derek wouldn't stop calling and sending texts so after Eli went to school, Stiles went over to the apartment Derek was staying in.

He didn't even wait for an invite, when Derek opened the door he walked inside.

-You need to stop! Fifteen years, almost sixteen, with no contact and now what, you think you can just show up out of blue just like that!? It doesn't work like that, Derek Hale! - Stiles was furious, stabbing finger at Derek's chest. - You don't get to mess with our life! You don't get to just show up and wreck us! It's not fair! You got your out and chance of healing at your own pace. Well, I didn't! I had to adjust to being a dad to a wonderful child! So you have no fucking right to just show up now! -

Stiles was so angry that he didn't even notice Derek gripping his arms and locking them behind Stiles, pressing them flush together, his eyes flashing when Stiles growled.

Then they were kissing with biting force.

Stiles growled again, biting Derek's lips, blood smearing between their lips but just as soon the cut was healed.

Stiles pulled his arms free, gripping at Derek as Derek gripped at his hips.

They stumbled around, clothes tore off them in their haste, kisses not letting up.

They fell in bed, tumbling around till Stiles stayed on top.

Stiles pulled back, sitting between Derek's spread legs.

Derek grabbed a bottle of lube, giving it over.

-Condoms. - Stiles bit out.

- Stiles. - Derek groaned.

- Condoms. - Stiles bit out again.

Derek pushed up on one elbow, opening the drawer and pulling out a fresh pack.

Stiles grabbed two, rolling one onto Derek before rolling the other one himself.

-What… - But Derek's words were lost as Stiles trailed lube slicked fingers over his clenching hole.

They made eye contact as Stiles pushed two fingers in.

Fuck, he wanted to hate Derek, some part did hate him, but this feeling was heady.

He finally had Derek Hale in his bed, spread out while Stiles fingered him open, lips parted and soft moans falling from them.

Stiles surged forward, kissing them off Derek's lips as Derek grabbed at him, trailing his hands all over Stiles as if trying to commit him to his memory just like this.

Stiles pulled back, grabbing more lube for his dick before grabbing Derek's hips and slowly pushing in.

Derek's eyes glowed bright blue, his hands around Stiles’ wrists.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Stiles was so done.

He tried to fuck out the warm feeling settling deep in his chest with harsh thrusts forward but for fucks sake it seemed that Derek absolutely loved it, asking for more with his moans and fingers gripping at Stiles.

He wanted to fuck the hate out of them, fuck the anger out of them.

Soon enough he was lost in pleasure.

Because fuck, it was Derek, it was his Derek!

Stiles bowed forward, hooking his arms under Derek's shoulders, mounting over Derek's neck, Derek allowing him, bearing his neck for Stiles as Stiles bit down wet marks on his way.

It was all too much and then Derek was coming between them, clenching around Stiles.

Sometimes he felt like he was more a wolf than human because damn, it felt amazing to bite Derek's neck, lick over it as he came to his own climax deep inside Derek.

They stayed still for minutes before Stiles groaned and pulled out, rolling out of the bed to get rid of the condom.

He walked inside the bathroom to swipe himself over with a wet cloth, grimacing.

He will need to have an extra long shower at home.

For fucks sake, what had he been thinking.

Oh right, he hadn't!

He walked out to see Derek still spread over bed, his face still pure leisurely pleasure.

Stiles started to pull on his clothes.

-Going already? Come back to bed. - Derek yawned, finally pulling his own condom off and throwing it in the trash.

- Do you even know how oversensitive to smells are teenage born wolves? - Stiles bit out.

- He surely already knows what sex and come is. Calm down. - Derek reached for Stiles but Stiles pulled back with anger.

- It's sex with you that's the problem! He isn't stupid, Derek! He will put two and two together! - Stiles pulled his hoodie over his head, pulling his shoes on.

- I didn't say that your son is stupid. - Derek sat back down on the bed.

- Stop fucking speaking about him! - Stiles growled.

He was sure if he was a wolf, his eyes would burn red.

Derek frowned but raised his arms in peace.

Stiles shook his head, turned on the heel and walked out while internally cursing himself.

Noah picked up after the second ring.

-How could you give him my number and address?! Dad! - Stiles was still fuming, even after his long shower.

- Hello to you too, son. - Noah drawled, shutting the door somewhere, probably to his office.

- This is serious! How could you! Now he's here and acting like nothing has happened! - Stiles couldn't stop pacing across his room, he will need to open all the windows to air out the stench of anger and anxiety.

- He just asked, said that he missed talking to you. Stiles, he looked and sounded like he meant it. - Noah sat down, his chair creaking.

- What about El? What do you want me to tell him, huh? Hey, son, your sperm donor just decided to show up out of blue and I slept with him, how about dinner? - Stiles said in a mock nice tone dripping with ice coldness.

Sometimes he hated how much he could sound like Nogitsune.

-Wait a minute. You slept with him? You slept with Derek! When? - Noah actually sounded shocked.

- Like a bit less than two hours ago. For fucks sake. - Stiles finally sat down on the edge of the bed, looking out of the window.

- How did that happen? - Noah sounded way too gentle.

- I was so angry and went to yell at him and then it just… happened. Ugh! It's such a mess! - Stiles flopped backwards in the bed.

- Did you want to or…? - Noah suddenly sounded like the sheriff.

- He didn't force me or anything. I tried to fuck my anger out but the fucker made it so good! Ugh! Dad! Not the right topic! We are talking about Eli! Stop sidetracking me! - Stiles pushed back up, walking to the window to look out.

Some part of him was tempted to cover the windowsills with mountain ash but he wouldn't do that to Eli.

-Right. Well. He’s turning sixteen soon, shouldn't he get some right in the way of what he would want to do with Derek? - Noah asked, all reason.

- Of course, he does. But how do I just breach the subject? Like… What if he gets mad and hates me? What if he wants to live with Derek and just forget about me? - Stiles sat down on the chair by the window, all fight leaving him.

- Stiles, you are his dad no matter what. Even if he does get angry, he won't just leave you like that. He loves you. - Noah sounded strict but fatherly.

- I know he does. I’m just afraid. I don't want to lose my baby boy. - Stiles pulled his knees up against his chest, resting his cheek on them.

- And you won't. I promise you. That's not who Eli is. - Noah was back to sounding gentle.

- Thanks, dad. I love you. I will tell El to call you later, okay? - Stiles closed his eyes.

- Sure thing, son. I love you. Hug the lil pup from me. - The call disconnected.

Stiles wasn't feeling much lighter, but at least he was a bit calmer.

Stiles and Eli were sprawled over the couch, playing Mario Kart.

Stiles absolutely loved these moments and how close he was with Eli.

He secretly hoped that that won't change the older Eli will get.

-El, have you ever thought about meeting your biological father? - Stiles asked out of blue.

- Nah. - Eli threw a banana peel at him in the game, grinning like a madman, making Stiles laugh. - You are my dad and that's all that matters. -

- Aren't you curious about who he is? - Stiles glanced at Eli who was fully concentrating on the game.

- Nope. Even if I were, I would have found out already. Like how hard would it be. - Eli shrugged.

- That's my boy! - Stiles probably shouldn't be proud of Eli and how he was just like Stiles but damn, he was. - Just don't tell grandpa. - 

- He probably already knows since he caught me logged in through his profile to read up an interesting case I got curious over. - Eli shrugged.

- What? When? - Stiles tried his best to beat Eli in the last turn of the game.

- That Winston case I told you about. - Eli grumbled when Stiles won. - Let's play again, you distracted me. -

Stiles simply laughed, pulling Eli into a hug, starting to tickle him and blow bubbles on his neck, making Eli laugh like crazy.

Stiles knocked on Derek's door, ready to tell him to just leave, to leave them alone.

But when Derek opened the door, he simply grabbed Stiles by the front of the shirt and pulled him in, inside the flat, in a heated kiss.

And gosh, how good it felt to kiss Derek.

Stiles grabbed at him, treading his fingers through Derek's hair, pulling him closer.

In one fluent move, Derek pulled him up, turning around and walking to the bedroom all the while keeping kissing Stiles.

Derek laid him down on the bed, crawling on top of him, biting all over Stiles' jaw but when he leaned down to kiss Stiles’ neck, Stiles pushed him away.

Confusion flickered in Derek's eyes but then Stiles was pulling Derek's shirt off and everything was forgotten.

It was so easy to undress while trading heated kisses, hands exploring and gripping at each other.

Derek settled in between Stiles legs, sucking him in his mouth in one smooth glide while his fingers traveled downwards, massaging Stiles' balls and then traveling even further down.

Stiles cursed, tightening his grip on Derek's hair, only making Derek moan over him.

Fuck, it was even better than the last time.

Although, it's been years since Stiles had gotten laid.

And this was Derek. His Derek.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Derek grinned up at him after letting go of Stiles with a loud pop, only to bury his face further down in between Stiles’ legs, spreading his cheeks and absolutely devouring him there.

Stiles was a moaning, cursing mess by the time Derek started to finger him with lube slicked fingers, biting a small but angry red mark on his hip, earning a smack and glare from Stiles.

But Derek only grinned, all teeth and heat.

Finally he straightened up, putting on a condom.

Stiles reached out to snatch another one, quickly rolling it on himself.

He debated about letting Derek fuck him like this, but somehow it felt a bit too much.

But then Derek was right there, slowly pushing in and Stiles was in pure heaven.

His back arched from pleasure, his short nails biting into Derek's skin.

Derek moaned by his ear, gripping Stiles even tighter.

They stayed like that for a long moment before finally starting to move in short snaps of their hips.

Heat was building up between them, Derek kissing him like his life depended on it, almost like he was… making love.

Something sharp prickled in the corners of Stiles' eyes.

In one smooth move he turned them around, Derek's eyes widening.

Stiles didn't give him time to question, simply settled over Derek and sank down.

He couldn't afford this to have feelings, well, other than anger and flecks of hate.

This shouldn't be anything soft.

He started to fuck on Derek's hips in harsh rhythm, Derek meeting him thrust for thrust, his fingers almost bruising on Stiles' hips.

And yes, this was better, it had to be.

All too soon Derek was coming deep inside him, sending Stiles over the edge.

He sagged forward into Derek's open arms, nuzzling against his neck while trying to catch his breath.

Derek held him so so softly, drawing lazy strokes over Stiles' back in soothing motions.

Stiles wanted to stay in this bubble for a moment longer but he knew that it was a mistake, that he shouldn't even be in Derek's bed.

He cursed under his breath before pushing upwards.

-You could just stay for a moment longer. It's probably too early for Eli to come home from school yet. - Derek sat up, taking care of his own condom.

- Shut up. Don't mention his name. - Stiles snapped with blazing eyes, dropping his used condom in the trash before pulling on his clothes, all the soft mood ruined.

- Why are you so overprotective? - Derek asked, sounding annoyed, pulling his own clothes on.

- Why?! Why!? Are you fucking kidding me right now? - Stiles whirled around to face Derek who was still shirtless. - You fucking asshole. -

- How the fuck am I the asshole here? I just asked you a simple question. Because surely you are way too protective over him. - Derek crossed his arms over his chest.

Stiles actually slapped him, sound loud and harsh ringing through the room.

Derek looked at him with wide eyes.

-You don't get to decide how I raise my son! You chose that sixteen years ago! So no, Derek, you don't get to mention his name and judge me when you are the one that walked out! So don't you dare to paint me as the asshole here! - Stiles' fists were trembling with barely container rage.

- Walked out? What the fuck are you talking about? - Derek actually sounded confused.

- You are such an asshole! Can't even remember, huh? He was so meaningless to you! I should shoot you full of wolfsbane just for that alone! - Stiles pushed his trembling fingers through his hair, starting to pace back and forth but Derek gripped him by the arm and pulled him back to face Derek.

- What are you talking about? It doesn't even make any sense. - Derek searched Stiles' face.

- Eli is your son, you idiot! - Stiles yelled in Derek's face, making him flinch.

- No, he isn't. - Derek shot right back.

- Sure. Because you weren't anything more than an asshole sperm donor! - Stiles broke free of Derek's hold. 

- What the actual fuck, Stiles? - Derek grabbed at him again only for Stiles to push him away.

- Sixteen years ago, you fucked a girl and when she went to you to tell you that she is pregnant you basically chewed her head off. So of course she searched for the next best thing and found me! So I got hands full of a small newborn and crying girl who was terrified that you would kill her! - Stiles was fuming, near shouting by the end.

Derek still looked absolutely confused.

-Ugh! Long brown hair, wide eyes like doe. Nice body and so on. Named Klara. Ring any bells? - Stiles was really getting fed up with Derek here.

- I… Yeah… I slept with her only once while being absolutely wrecked. You had that date with that whatwashisname. - Derek huffed, sitting down.

- Oh, so now it's my fault that you knocked someone up and then acted like the right asshole? And by the way, I didn't date back then! I was waiting for you to come back home like a lovesick fool! - Stiles scoffed in distaste.

- I thought that she only wanted money. - Derek looked up at Stiles with panic in his eyes.

- Clearly. I heard the recording of you. Gosh, I wanted to tear you to pieces. Could still strangle you. El didn't deserve that, Derek! - Stiles gripped his hands back into fists.

- He’s really mine? - Derek's eyes were wide.

- Yeah. Don't look so freaked out. - Stiles finally calmed down by the panic in Derek's eyes, sitting down by his side. - You really had no clue? -

- None. That's why you changed numbers and moved. - Derek looked down at his hands.

- Yeah. I hated you. He was so small and you abandoned him. I was so so angry over how you could do something like that after everything. - Stiles raked one hand through his hair.

They sat in silence for a long moment, Derek lost in his head when he finally looked over at Stiles with tearful eyes.

-What are we gonna do? - His voice lacked the joy he had carried before.

- I asked Eli if he wanted to get to know his father, he said that he wasn't interested. - Stiles wanted to pull Derek in a hug but held still. - If he wanted to, he would have done it already. He said that I'm enough for him. -

- I understand… But maybe… Maybe we could meet up? Like at least to see him and say hi…? Apologize? - Derek's eyes were shining with unshed tears, Stiles could see how much it was paining Derek.

- I don't know. It's on him, not me. - Stiles finally pushed upwards, he had to get home.

- But you are his alpha. - Derek looked up at Stiles with such big sad eyes that something clenched deep in his chest.

- I am not using it against him. He's in control of his life. I have to go. - Stiles picked up his phone, already having a message of some random gif from Eli, making him smile.

- Maybe I could come tomorrow? To… To just, you know, meet him? Please? - Derek's voice broke and Stiles couldn't help himself but nod.

He had no idea what a mess tomorrow will bring but he will stand with his son, no matter how much his heart was aching.

Stiles was nervous, Derek had texted that he was on his way.

Eli was picking up on his mood, looking anxious himself.

-Okay, I can't take this anymore. Spill. What did you do. - Eli finally sat down next to Stiles.

- I met your father and he's coming over today. - Stiles blurted out, his eyes widening as Eli looked at him in pure shock.

- You know him? - Eli slowly asked, standing up.

- Yeah. We were friends before you were born. He… He didn't know about you. I didn't know that he never knew, that's why I hated him so much but then. - Stiles shrugged. - He didn't know and he regrets it. He wants to simply meet you. -

- No. - Eli bit out.

- I told him that it's all on you. Your choice. - Stiles stood up.

- Tell him to go fuck himself. - Something harsh flashed in Eli’s eyes right before the doorbell rang. - Oh, you got to be kidding me. -

Eli pulled the door open, Derek standing on the other side, all awkward smiles.

-I don't want you here. You aren't welcome. - Eli growled at Derek. 

- Eli. - Derek tried to say but was cut off with a loud warning growl, Eli’s eyes flashing.

- You have no right to say my name. Fuck off. Or I will make you. - Eli’s hands were trembling.

- El. - Stiles stopped by his side, putting one hand on his shoulder but Eli shrugged it off.

That alone hurt.

-I just want to apologize, to get to know you. I didn't know about you till yesterday. - Derek tried, his hands raised to show that he was coming in peace.

- Didn't know that you had knocked someone up? Sure. And you call yourself a born wolf. What a bullshit. Go cry to someone else. - Eli bit out.

Stiles bit his lip, shrugging at Derek as if to say “told you so".

Derek's eyes flickered between Stiles and Eli.

-Oh, don't look at him. He’s not gonna save you. - Eli laughed an evil laugh. – Get the duck away from my house. -

- Eli, just please listen to me. - Derek tried to take a step closer but in that moment Eli had enough, in one swift moment he grabbed Stiles' necklace and threw it at Derek.

Stiles barely managed to catch it before it could spill.

-Eli! You could have hurt yourself! - Stiles turned to Eli with wide eyes, checking him over.

- Would be worth to see his fucking ass burn. - Eli growled.

- Eli! Stop! - Something snapped in Stiles' voice, making Eli stop, his eyes widened.

- You slept with him. - Eli sounded so small, so betrayed.

He took a step back.

-El. Please. - Stiles raised his free hand but Eli just stepped back even more, his eyes flashing to Derek.

- You may have screwed with his brain but you won't play me. Fuck you. And fuck you , Mitch. - Eli turned and ran to his room, slamming the door shut.

Stiles stood there, looking like someone threw a knife in his chest and cut him open.

-Mitch? - Derek finally asked in the silence.

- El calls me that instead of Stiles. - Stiles mumbled, looking at where Eli ran, tears gathering in his eyes. - You need to go, Derek. You ruined enough. Just go. -

Before Derek could say anything more, Stiles shut the door in his face, sliding down to the ground and breaking down.

He felt like his chest was spilled open, like his heart was being chewed and spat back out.

He felt like he betrayed his son, his most important person in his life.

He felt like he failed as a father.

There weren't enough tears to cry, especially when he heard Eli cry in his room.

Closer to the morning, Eli silently crawled in Stiles’ bed, snuggling close, hiding his wet face against Stiles neck and breathing him in, holding on so tightly that Stiles’ bones ached.

Yet Stiles held on just as tightly.

He was afraid of letting go.

They decided to go visit Noah for the weekend, Eli sticking closer to Stiles but keeping his distance, using way less touch to convey his emotions, looking all subsided.

Stiles cried in Noah’s arms that evening, rambling how he felt like he failed at being a dad, failed at protecting his baby boy.

Noah held him close, telling him how sometimes it felt like the worst but then the child will smile again and you understood that you didn't fuck up so badly after all.

That night Eli crawled in the bed beside Stiles, nuzzling close.

Almost like he was still mad but he just needed that comfort that came from being close.

It was like being pulled in two different directions at the same time.

Stiles hurt just from knowing that Eli was hurting.

It was late when Eli crawled in Stiles' bed, but instead of cuddling up next to him, he settled in the foot of the bed, facing Stiles.

Stiles could see that there was something on Eli's mind, his fingers moving back and forth in some invisible patterns.

Finally Eli straightened up and looked at Stiles.

-Were you friends before me? - He asked head on, leaving no doubt about who he was asking about.

- Not at first. But slowly we got there. - Stiles sat up a bit straighter too, leaning against the headboard.

- Did you sleep with him? - Eli fired back.

- Only recently. We were too broken to form a relationship back before you. Obviously we wanted to, I was in love with him. - Stiles shrugged, looking away, out the window of his old room.

- But you hated him. - A fact, not a question.

- There was no other way. I loved you more and needed to protect you. - Stiles wanted to pull Eli close but knew not to push.

- It didn't make sense with his past. - Eli cocked his head to one side, searching Stiles' face as if trying to piece together some information.

- Did you read his file? - Stiles could barely hold back a smile.

- Yeah. And talked to Grandpa too. He really likes Derek. - Eli sighed.

- El, I didn't know that he had no idea about you. I’m sorry. I could have reached out, could have at least asked. But I was too angry over everything to think straight. And then it was already too late and ugh. I’m sorry, Eli. I should have done better. - Stiles raked one hand through his hair in frustration.

- You just did what you thought was correct to protect me. You risked your own heart. - Eli shifted closer, pressing their legs together to see some comfort. - You're unhappy now. -

- Keep your snoot to yourself. - Stiles laughed, softly kicking Eli in the side, making him laugh.

Eli caught his leg, pulling it forward, making Stiles fall backwards before lunging at him, wrestling and tickling, laughter and joy filling the room.

Stiles loved these soft moments the best.

When they finally settled, Eli’s head resting on Stiles' stomach, Eli looked up at him with sleepy eyes.

-I’ll meet him. For you. - Eli yawned and closed his eyes, snuggling even closer to Stiles.

Stiles simply raked his fingers through Eli's hair.

The first meeting was really awkward.

None of them knew what to talk about so they mostly just sat in the cafe picking at their food.

Well, at least Eli ate everything like there was no worries in the world.

But Stiles could  see how absolutely nerve wrecked Derek was, stumbling over his words, trying so hard that his eyes were wide, flicking between Eli and Stiles.

Eli, like a little fucker he was, didn't seem to even try to help Derek out at all, playing clueless.

Stiles could barely hold back his laughter.

But then Derek shot him a hard look full of heat and he bit his lip not to smile.

And when Eli went to the bathroom, Derek grabbed Stiles by the neck and crushed their lips together into a searing kiss, shutting Stiles up and erasing any traces of laughter.

Derek looked smug about it too, sitting back, all confidence, when Eli came back.

Eli scrunched his nose at them before shaking his head, obviously guessing what happened just moments before.

It wasn't supposed to happen.

It really shouldn't have happened.

But here Stiles was, bent over a kitchen table, barely holding on as Derek fucked him with harsh thrusts from behind.

He will have bruises on his hips, from them slamming repeatedly into the table edge and from Derek's bruising grip.

He probably will have bruises on the back of his neck too, from where Derek was holding on, gripping when he wasn't gripping Stiles' hair.

It was all thrusts and pulling, releasing their pent up frustration.

But then after they had come, Derek dropped on his knees and ate him out, soothing all the tenderness with his hot tongue and soft fingers.

Stiles was a gooey mess afterwards, allowing Derek to pull him close and just hold him for a moment longer.

Eli still refused Derek coming over, or anywhere near their house.

He actually growled with flashing eyes when Stiles suggested a dinner together.

His house, his den.

Derek was still just a stranger.

Derek was trying his best, he really was.

He tried to go to Eli’s games, he tried to ask him millions of questions to get to know him, he tried to buy Eli literally everything possible.

Yet nothing seemed to work.

Eli stayed unimpressed and cold.

There just didn't seem to be a way in.

They were sitting in a cafe, Eli putting together the Lego F1 car Derek had gifted him.

-Do you want to get a license when you turn sixteen? - Derek couldn't take his eyes off of Eli who’s whole attention was on the lego in front of him.

- Of course. Why wouldn't I? - Eli shrugged, not even looking at Derek.

They had graduated to meeting up without Stiles for short periods of time.

Mostly because Stiles had to work.

-If you want to, I can give you lessons. - Derek offered hopefully.

- I already know how to drive. Dad and grandpa took care of that years ago. - Eli still didn't even look at Derek but at least today he was talking.

- What kind of a car would you like to get for your birthday? - Derek pressed, he was desperate.

- Dad won't buy me a car. - Eli shot Derek a quick look before concentrating back on his Lego.

- I can buy you a car. Just say what kind you want. - Derek leaned forward a bit when Eli finally looked at him, sitting back in his chair, Lego forgotten for the moment.

- Sure. I say Devil Car and you will just hand it to me on a platter. Go shove your money towards someone else. - Eli scoffed, looking so much like Stiles that Derek's heart squeezed. - And the car I want can't be bought. It's already in our garage. It just doesn't run anymore. -

Eli was ready to get back to his lego but Derek caught his arm, making him absolutely freeze till Derek pulled his hand back.

-I could look at it, see what needs to be done and we could maybe fix it. - Derek couldn't hide the hopefulness in his voice.

- You know how to fix cars? - Eli asked in disbelief.

- Loved working on them with my dad. I love cars. - Derek smiled with his bunny teeth out.

Eli looked unconvinced but then shrugged.

-We can go after I finish with this car. Also, now I want the whole collection. - He was already fully focused on his Lego.

- Of course. I'll order them today. - Derek couldn't hide his smile.

Eli was still a bit cagey about Derek coming onto their property but as long as he didn't enter the main house, it seemed to be okay.

-He’s just not ready to share his safe space. - Stiles murmured against Derek's skin, kissing down his neck, sucking a mark there.

- I just want him to trust me. - Derek gripped Stiles by the head, soft moan falling from his lips.

- Can we please not talk about my son while we are trying to have sex? His practice ends in two hours so we don't exactly have much time. - Stiles pulled back to look at Derek.

- I love how protective you are of him. All alpha over your pup. - Derek gripped Stiles by the cheeks and pulled him into a bruising kiss.

- Alpha kink much? - Stiles laughed, gripping Derek by the ass, hoisting one leg up and around his hip to make their hard dicks connect in the best ways.

Derek simply moaned, pulling Stiles even closer, exposing his neck.

Stiles laughed but surged forward, biting softly all over it, leaving some markings behind but mostly where a shirt collar would hide them.

Eli came into Stiles' room just as he was coming out of the shower, towel low on his hips.

-I got that A! - Eli was beaming, brandishing his newest work.

- Damn, that's my boy! - Stiles pulled him into a hug, kissing his temple afterwards. - Lemme get dressed and then we can celebrate, okay? Do you want to order something? Or go to the cafe you like? Curly fries and milkshakes? -

- Choices, choices, choices! - Eli laughed, dancing out of the room, leaving Stiles laughing.

Derek didn't expect anyone so he was startled awake by an insistent door bell pressing by his door.

When he opened it, there stood Eli who looked absolutely furious.

He pushed past Derek inside, turning to face him, his hands clenched into fists.

-Eli, what's wrong? Did something happen? - Derek closed the door, stepping closer to Eli only to earn a low growl from him.

- You! You happened! Don't you think that you have hurt him enough already! Now you need to hurt him physically too! What a fucking sick fucker are you!? - Eli yelled at him but his shift was held back just as Stiles said that he was in perfect control of his wolf side.

- Hurt who? What are you talking about? - Derek actually reached for Eli and earned a swipe of sharp claws and a flash of eyes in warning.

- My dad! I saw the bruising on his lower stomach and hips! I am not an idiot! I know that you fucked but why did you need to hurt him! - Eli was actually furious, starting to pace back and forth in front of Derek to get rid of some of the building up frustration, his fingers clenching and unclenching.

- Bruises … Eli! I would never hurt him on porpoise! I would never hit him! That's not! That's not how it happened! - Derek gripped his hair, needing to sit down.

- So you say that these weren't from you? Now you call him a slut too!? - Eli’s voice got even louder, he looked ready to tear Derek apart. 

He stalked close to Derek, something dangerous in his eyes.

-If you hurt him again, ever again, I will tear you into so many pieces that no one will ever be able to find your body. - He said in such a sugar sweet voice that it reminded Derek of the Nogitsune and sent a shiver down his spine.

Just like that, Eli turned and rushed out, letting the door fall shut behind him.

Stiles was just settling down in front of his work computer when Derek called.

-Booty call so early, Hale? - Stiles was joking but he was still in a good mood from yesterday.

- Your son knows that we fuck. - Derek hissed. - And he just threatened to kill me if I ever hurt you again. -

- Wait, what? Eli is in school. What are you talking about? And suddenly he’s my son because he threatened you? - Stiles leaned back in his chair.

- Not the point. He was just here. Angry as fuck. And he thought that I hurt you on purpose. Why did you show him your bruises? - Derek sounded annoyed.

- I didn't show them to him! Are you out of your mind. Yeah, I just stroll through the house with them on display like “look what a good fuck I had!" - Stiles said in a sarcastic voice, all the good mood starting to overpoverate.

- Well, he saw them! And blames me! - Derek growled.

- Because you gave them to me! - Stiles threw his hand up before raking it through his hair.

- Not on purpose! I wouldn't hurt you like that! - Derek yelled back.

- I fucking know that! Calm down. He probably saw them while I was sleeping. He still tends to crawl in the bed to cuddle. It's not a big deal. - Stiles pulled his coffee cup close, taking a long sip.

- What the fuck Stiles. - Derek breathed out.

- Oh, don't you dare judge me right now! If he wants to cuddle, he will cuddle with me whatever age he is! Fuck you, seriously. - Stiles disconnected the call, growling.

Fucking Hale.

And fucking hell, now he had to explain to his son about bruising during sex.

Fuck his day.

Stiles barely waited for Derek to open the door before pushing inside. 

- You have absolutely no right to judge how I raise my son! - Stiles was pissed. 

- Hello to you too. - Derek leaned against the wall, arms crossed, he had enough yelling from Stilinskis for a day. 

- Oh, fuck you, Hale! - Stiles spat. 

- Then come and fuck me! - Derek growled back, grabbing Stiles by the shirt and pulling him flush against himself. 

Stiles grabbed his head and smashed their lips together into a bruising kiss. 

It was a familiar battle, anger bubbling over edges, bleeding into their touches that were still way too soft to be called hateful. 

They didn't move far, Stiles fucking Derek against the wall right there, holding him harshly pressed against the wall, ass out. 

But the kisses across Derek's shoulders and back of his neck became softer and softer, anger overpoverating the more they fucked. 

Afterwards before Stiles could pull away, Derek picked him up and carried him to the bedroom, spreading Stiles out over the bed, crawling over him and kissing all over the bruising and marking left behind by their previous fucking. 

Stiles actually allowed him, eyes closed, fingers tangled into Derek's hair, lips parted in pure pleasure. 

Derek couldn't take his eyes off of him. 

Warning bells were ringing somewhere but for once Stiles let himself to enjoy the closeness without worrying. 

Eli was in his room drawing when Stiles knocked on the door and came in, pulling the chair over to sit in front of Eli. 

- He snitched, didn't he? - Eli rolled his eyes, putting his pencil down to give Stiles his full attention. 

- He did. But that's not what I came to talk about. - Stiles picked up Eli's work, admiring how talented his boy was. 

- So I am not in trouble? - Eli raised a brow. 

- Nah, I love how protective you are. I was the same over my dad. - Stiles put the work down carefully. - What I wanted to talk about were the bruising you saw. -

Eli actually sucked in a harsh breath, sitting up a bit straighter. 

- You see, sometimes sex happens without tender feelings. Sometimes it's more like lightning striking to release pent up pressure. And in these times, people can be not as careful and that can cause them to be rougher and leave bruises behind. - Stiles ran one hand through his hair. - Derek didn't hurt me on purpose. It was accidental. He wouldn't hurt me like that. He wouldn't hurt anyone like that because he knows how it is to be abused as you could guess from reading his file. -

- I just… I got angry and he's still a stranger. You never dated and now he's… - Eli pulled at his hair in frustration.

- I understand. - Stiles caught Eli’s hands in his, pulling them close and kissing them. - But be careful who you threaten. He once was an alpha, you know. -

- But his eyes are blue. - Eli furrowed his brows.

- Yeah, suits him better, don't you think? But anyway, he gave up his powers to save his sister. - 

- You are my alpha and you are human. - Eli started to play with Stiles' fingers.

- I still don't know how that happened. - Stiles shrugged. - Anyways, I hope you understand our previous conversation. Do you have any questions? -

- Nah, I think I know too much about your sex life already. - Eli laughed, earning a light shove from Stiles.

-Hello. -

- Hi. It's Eli. -

- Hi, Eli. How are you? -

- Good, good. I ugh… So there is a race happening on Saturday and I wanted to ask if you wanted to come with us? -

- A race? - 

- Motocross. -

- Yeah, sure. I’m free Saturday. -

- Okay. I’ll send you details in the message. Bye. -

- Bye, Eli. -

Stiles was just getting out of the car when he spotted Derek.

Eli was excited, jumping out of the car to warm up, already in his gear.

By the look of Derek's face, Stiles could understand that Eli forgot to mention that he was the one actually participating in the race happening instead of simply watching.

-Hey. Ugh, should I help with something? - Derek stood all awkward, hands in pockets, looking at Eli stretching and then at Stiles pulling the bike out of the back of his pickup.

- Nah, he’s got this. You can come with us to the tent. - Stiles pushed the bike to Eli who took over, leaving Stiles to pick up his helmet and gloves.

They didn't say anything for a long while, Eli signed up and got ready, doing more stretching before they were ushered to their marks.

He quickly squeezed Stiles' fingers, Stiles pecking him on the temple.

-So… He’s actually driving? - Derek finally asked as everyone was lining up at the start.

- Yeah. He loves it. - Stiles didn't take his eyes off of Eli.

- And you just let him? - Stiles could feel Derek's eyes on him but didn't take his attention off of Eli.

- I don't let him. He chose what he wanted to do and I went along with it. Stop judging my parenting. - Stiles snapped.

- Just surprised. - Derek raised his arms in peace.

- He can look just as clumsy as me but on that bike, he is absolutely golden. Just watch. - Stiles smiled.

Stiles was jumping up and down, shooting in pure joy and adrenalin as Eli crossed the finish line first.

He absolutely abandoned Derek and ran out there to crush Eli into a tight hug, when it was safe, not caring about dirt or anything.

Derek could only watch the joy radiating around as Eli was shooting in joy, jumping up and down with Stiles who still didn't let go, who held on and smiled so wide.

Derek's heart ached for the simplicity of such pure joy and happiness, of closeness and family.

He needed to wipe his eyes before tears could fall.

This was what he missed all these years.

Somehow it was easier to talk to Eli after the podium ceremony, Eli still riding the wave of ecstasy.

He gushed and gushed about how he got into racing, how he drove his first races and how he broke his arm once and Stiles was crying.

He ranted about the high and how cool and freeing it was to just race, to jump high when the dirt was flying around.

Afterwards he even hugged Derek, thanking him for coming before rushing to the car.

Stiles pulled him close, kissing him slowly and so so tenderly.

Stiles smiled at him before getting in the car, joking with Eli as they drove home.

Something changed after the motocross, Eli became a bit more free around Derek, especially when they were working on the Jeep, he loved learning new things and working with his hands.

He slowly allowed pieces of information about himself to slip, often going into long rants about things.

It reminded Derek a lot of Stiles.

He really could see how Eli was Stiles' son.

He just hoped that there was a place for him in their lives.

They were working on the Jeep when Derek pulled back and stretched, pent up frustration building of the full moon coming, but Eli looked absolutely unbothered.

-It's a full moon tomorrow, do you have any plans? - Derek watched as Eli worked on the screws.

- Nah, I don't really follow full moons. Probably will just play some video games and cuddle with dad. I love cuddling. - Eli didn't even lift his head up.

- You… You don't feel the urge to shift or run or something like that? - Derek furrowed his brows.

- Nah. The first time was a bit of a hit when I woke up dad in the middle of the night trying to cuddle him with glowing eyes and claws out but after that we pretty much had it under control. Haven't had any problems. - Eli shrugged, finally straightening up and looking at his work in triumph.

- Huh. - Derek needed to sit down but he also wanted to pace around a bit, probably go for a long long run.

- What? Like it's not even easier for you. - Eli laughed, throwing the dirty rag at Derek who caught it mid air.

- Actually no. I still feel the frustration building up and need to run. But that's probably because I don't really have a pack. - Derek shook his head, looking outside.

He was pretty tired but he still wanted to push in a run before even attempting to sleep.

Eli stayed silent, just watching Derek.

-It's probably hard. - He finally said, stepping a bit closer to Derek.

- It was at first. It got easier with years. - Derek smiled at Eli when Eli brushed past his shoulder.

- I love my pack. It's family. - Eli grabbed a bottle of water.

- Yeah, that it is. - Derek looked outside. - Mind if we finish for today? I want to grab a run. -

- Sure. Is everything okay? - Eli finally looked at Derek with some real concern. - You've been fidgeting all day. -

- It's the full moon coming. Would you want to come for a run tomorrow night? There's a forest not too far away. - Derek stood up, cleaning up his hands.

- Sure, why not. - Eli smiled at Derek, actually smiled at him.

Something warmed deep in Derek's chest.

There was excitement and anxiety in the air. 

Stiles could see how anxious Derek was and just the same how anxious Eli was. 

This was a big moment for them. 

Derek greeted them with a crooked smile, barely able to stay still. 

Stiles could barely hold back laughter. 

Especially when Derek started to undress by their car. 

- What? Do I have to get naked too?! - Eli looked at Stiles in alarm but Stiles just laughed, nodding where Derek suddenly disappeared behind the car. 

The massive black wolf trotted out instead, ears flat, tail between his legs. 

He itched closer to Eli, carefully and slowly till he bumped his nose against Eli's hand. 

Eli stood there in pure shock before absolutely losing his mind. 

- You can shift! You can full shift! Into wolf! You are so fluffy! And so big! You can shift into a wolf! Can I shift into a wolf? Daddy, can I ? Will I? - Eli was barely still with his excitement, looking from Derek to Stiles with big eyes. 

- I don't know, maybe, it's quite rare. But runs in Derek's family. - Stiles laughed. 

Derek yapped, nuzzling against Eli's legs before nuzzling against Stiles' stomach, clearly scenting them both. 

- Holy shit! - Eli couldn't contain his excitement, getting his hands into Derek's fur, rubbing and playing like it was his new favorite thing. 

Derek just let him, almost preening up at Stiles who just laughed and pet Derek between ears. 

- Go ahead, go run some. Play. - Stiles laughed. 

Derek let out a happy sound, bounding forward and then back, his front legs bent and ass up, tail swishing, clearly asking Eli to play. 

Eli shot Stiles a big smile and then he was off. 

They ran and played for hours, hours that were filled with laughter. 

It filled Stiles' heart so fully, he loved every second. 

Afterwards they all were absolutely exhausted, barely making it to Derek's apartment before falling in bed together. 

Eli was nuzzling against Stiles while on the other side Derek was nuzzling against him. 

Stiles fell asleep feeling like everything was alright in the world, like he was surrounded with family. 

Something shifted after the full moon, Eli was a bit more friendly towards Derek, asking million questions about werewolf stuff while they worked on the Jeep. 

But Eli still wouldn't let Derek enter the house, that was still off limits.

They were working on the Jeep that was looking more and more put together. 

Derek stretched. 

- What do you want to do for your birthday? - He wiped his hands on the rag. 

- I have a GP that day. - Eli wiped his hands, going to take a sip of his water bottle. 

- I still don't understand how you do it. - Derek shrugged. 

- I like it and I'm good at it. - Eli snapped, fire in his eyes. - Don't you dare judge dad's parenting. He did way better than you. All alone. - 

Eli turned around and walked inside the house, slamming the door behind him to signal Derek that he still wasn't welcome inside. 

Derek just stood there all helpless, somehow he always fucked everything up. 

Stiles dropped by Derek's just to give him a jacket he forgot in the garage but once he set eyes on Derek, he knew that something was wrong. 

Derek looked more like his old unhealed self. 

- What happened? - Stiles followed Derek to the living room where Derek plopped down on a couch. 

- I can't do it anymore. - Derek let out a shuddery sigh. 

- Do what? - Stiles asked carefully, somehow already sensing what this was about. 

- Try. I just can't. I always fuck up and he hates me. He absolutely hates me. I should just give up and leave him to be. - There were tears in Derek's eyes, he rubbed at his eyes furiously. 

- Hey, hey, no. Stop that. - Stiles stepped between Derek's legs, catching his wrists in his hands and pulling them away from Derek's face. 

Derek was crying. 

Because of Eli. 

- Babe. - Stiles hugged Derek close, Derek wrapping his arms around Stiles' middle like he was his anchor. 

- I fucked up. I always fuck up. No matter how hard I try. - Derek couldn't stop crying, hiding his face against Stiles' chest. 

- No, babe, no. - Stiles pet Derek's hair in soothing motions. - That's so not true. Eli absolutely adores you. He's already halfway to loving you. -

- But... - Derek looked up with big wet eyes, lashes in clumps, looking so absolutely gorgeous that Stiles couldn't hold back but kiss him softly. 

- Eli talks about you a lot at home, he's excited about your time together, working on the Jeep, going to the concerts. He even wanted to ask you to come to his GP today. He doesn't hate you, Derek. - Stiles cupped Derek's face in his palms, looking him straight in the eyes.

Derek let out a soft oh before pulling Stiles in his lap, hugging him tightly, hiding his face against Stiles' neck and Stiles actually allowed it this time. 

He ran one hand through Derek's hair while holding him with the other. 

Derek kissed his neck softly, making Stiles shiver. 

- Der. - Stiles breathed out. 

Derek simply hummed, kissing all over Stiles' neck, not getting enough of his calming scent, one hand splayed over his back to steady him while the other slid down to cup Stiles' ass. 

Stiles moaned softly, pushing his hips tighter against Derek, his hand tightening into a fist in Derek's hair. 

His neck was just so so sensitive and Derek was driving him crazy. 

In one swift motion, Derek stood up with Stiles in his arms, carrying him to the bedroom, still kissing and softly biting all over his neck.

He laid Stiles down on the bed, easily pulling the shirt off Stiles and then himself, pressing their chests together while kissing over Stiles' jawline, his hands sliding all over Stiles' body.

Stiles was arching up, spreading his legs to get Derek in between them and their hard dicks closer.

-Fuck, fuck, Der! - Stiles moaned when Derek sucked a soft bruise right below his collarbone.

Derek let out a soft grumbling sound, way too pleased about his work, almost high on Stiles scent.

It was harder to get out of their pants, they just couldn't stop kissing, couldn't stop gripping at each other, pulling the other closer.

But then they were finally naked and pressed together, both moaning from the delicious first contact of skin against skin.

Derek gripped Stiles' ass, pulling him closer while grinding downwards.

Stiles threw his head back, exposing his neck for Derek to kiss over some more.

But just as the pleasure of rutting together was getting to be just enough to come, Derek shifted, kissing Stiles softly before flipping them over so Stiles was at the top.

Stiles didn't waste any time to attack Derek's neck, kissing and biting a litter of bruises, Derek moaning and grabbing at Stiles' ass to hold him close.

-I could come just from this. - Derek gasped out all breathless after a harsher bruise was bitten on the bottom of his neck.

- Maybe another time. I really want to get inside you now. Or you inside me. Fuck. - Stiles pulled back to look down at Derek, noting how they both looked almost drunk off of each other.

Derek laughed, grabbing Stiles by the back of his neck and pulling him back down into a crushing kiss.

The next moment there was lube being pressed in Stiles' hand, Derek spreading himself wide, his cheeks flushed.

-You are so gorgeous, love. - Stiles breathed out, easily slicking up his fingers and pushing two inside Derek.

Derek's lips parted on a silent gasp, he gripped the backs of his knees and pulled them closer to his chest, giving Stiles even more access to see Derek take it.

Stiles cursed, pumping his fingers in and out before adding third.

He watched the way Derek's eyes glazed over, his lips parted and cheeks flushed, soft moans falling.

By now Stiles knew the fastest ways how to work Derek to frantic pleasure, massaging his prostate in the best way possible.

Suddenly Derek was gripping his wrist, stopping Stiles' movements, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut.

Stiles froze right away, knowing that Derek was at the coming point already but didn't want to just yet.

Stiles stayed still till Derek let go of his lips, breathing out hard, his eyes slowly fluttering open.

-Okay? - Stiles leaned over him, softly kissing Derek on the lips.

- Yeah. Want you inside. - Derek finally let go of Stiles' wrist, his legs bracketing Stiles' hips.

- Just a moment. - Stiles cupped Derek's cheek, kissing him till Derek was a gooey mess, throwing his arms around Stiles and simply holding him.

Stiles smiled at Derek, pecking his nose before sitting up, finally withdrawing his fingers for Derek's hole and grabbing lube to lube himself up.

He gripped Derek's hip as he slowly slid in, Derek's eyes never leaving his.

There seemed to be no rush, no unresolved feelings, just something tender as Stiles leaned over Derek on his elbows under Derek's shoulders and started to move, his thrusts long and sensual.

Derek slid his hands all the way over Stiles' back, stopping to grip his ass before they were off to wander around Stiles' body again.

It almost felt like making love, like their first time should have been a line, all softness and wet kisses, building up to the pleasure together till they both couldn't take it anymore and came just seconds apart still holding each other.

Afterwards Stiles pressed his face against Derek's neck, trying to catch his breath while breathing Derek in.

Derek pressed his cheek against Stiles' head, his eyes closed, breathing in their combined scents.

They stayed like that for a long moment till they started to shiver from the chill in the air on their sweaty skin.

Instead of going straight to his clothes, Stiles let Derek pull him towards the bathroom, inside the shower.

They stayed under the hot spray, eyes closed, just enjoying being pressed together before finally starting to wash up.

Stiles dried himself on a fluffy towel, going to put on his clothes while Derek searched for clean underwear.

-We didn't use condoms. - He pulled his underwear on, turning to Stiles.

- I know. - Stiles didn't look at him, just not yet, pulling on his shirt.

- You allowed me to kiss your neck. To touch it. To mark you. - Derek pressed, stepping closer to Stiles.

- I know. - Stiles was almost done dressing, buttoning up his jeans.

- You marked me in return. All over my neck and chest. You came inside me. - Derek was so close that his chest bumped against Stiles' arm, stopping Stiles.

- I know. - Stiles finally looked at Derek, something unreadable in his eyes.

- Why. - Derek asked but it sounded more like just a statement, his eyes traveling all over Stiles' neck, mapping out where his lips had been.

- Maybe Eli isn't the only one falling in love. - Stiles shrugged, turning and striding out of the room but Derek caught his wrist, pulling him back.

Derek crushed their lips together, waving his fingers through Stiles' hair, kissing him with so much feeling that Stiles was left breathless.

When they broke apart, Derek was grinning like an idiot, earning an eye roll from Stiles and a soft push against his chest.

-I really have to get home. El will wonder where I am, his practice ended an hour ago already. - Stiles kissed Derek softly on the lips before going to hunt for his shoes by the door.

- Tell him that I will go to the GP. - Derek couldn't stop smiling.

- I will. See ya. - Stiles stole one last kiss before bouncing out of the door.

This time Derek drove with them to the grand prix, listening to Eli chat excitedly about the future possibility this one could bring him.

Derek tried to ask appropriate questions and urge him on even more, Eli turning to look at him with eyes full of pure joy and excitement.

Once they got there, Eli was too busy to pay them much attention, leaving Stiles stuck with Derek.

Stiles leaned into Derek, watching the federation look over anything needed for the start.

He sneaked his fingers into Derek's, twining them together and squeezing.

It felt good.

There was adrenalin and nerves, anxiety and anticipation.

Stiles loved it and hated it.

It was still his baby boy out there tearing through the dirt and trying his best.

Derek was thrumming with nerves too, gripping Stiles' hand tightly but not taking his eyes off of the track.

When Eli crossed the finished line, he jumped up together with Stiles, hugging him close and kissing him quickly before focusing back on Eli.

Stiles looked at Derek, noting how much Derek had changed, not only in these sixteen years but also the months he had spent here with them.

There was lightness and love, some deep care not shut away.

Stiles felt warm all over.

They rushed to Eli when it was finally allowed, Eli crushing them both into a hard hug, so happy that he felt like vibrating.

Stiles kissed his temple just as Derek did the same on the other side.

Eli was beaming at them before rushing to the podium ceremony.

Stiles grabbed Derek's hand in his, smiling at him as they watched their son get his trophy.

When they got home, Derek helped them unpack but respected the boundaries set before.

He gave Eli keys to the Jeep.

-Happy Birthday, big boy. It's all yours and running. I finished it yesterday while you were in practice. - Derek smiled softly.

Eli actually squealed with joy, jumping in Derek's arms and crushing him into a hug.

Stiles couldn't miss the small rub of his cheek against Derek's jaw right before he pulled back.

Eli was scenting Derek.

And Derek couldn't stop beaming like a love sick idiot.

-I can't wait to take it for a spin! - Eli was bouncing up and down, the race adrenaline clearly hasn't worn off just yet.

- Then let's go. - Stiles clapped him on the shoulder before opening the garage door.

- Wait, seriously?! But I don't have my license just yet. - Eli was looking with eyes so big that it was squeezing Stiles' heart.

- Just this once. I won't tell grandpa. - Stiles laughed.

Eli let out a loud sound of excitement, hugging Stiles a bit too tightly, making him groan before rushing to scramble inside the jeep.

Stiles laughed, pulling Derek with him.

They went on a drive around their neighborhood, not too far but enough to give Eli the joy of finally riding the Jeep on his own.

When they got back, Eli looked worn out but still smiling.

-How about pizza? I’m starving. - He unlocked the door to go inside.

- Sure, why not. - Stiles shrugged.

Eli suddenly stopped, looking over at Derek.

-Why don't you join us? - Eli looked neutral but Stiles could hear the hitch in his breath.

- I… Yeah, that would be nice. - Derek ran one hand through his hair, a shy smile spreading over his lips as he stepped inside, Eli closing the door behind him.

- Order big one. And Coke! And pickle mayo! I’m gonna shower, I think there's still mud in my hair. - Eli laughed as he rushed off to his room.

Derek looked stunned.

Stiles slid up to him after quickly placing the order, wrapping his arms around Derek's middle, pecking him softly on the lips.

-I told you. - He couldn't stop smiling.

- Yeah. You have always been smart. - Derek pulled him into a kiss, everything finally slotting in place.