“A werewolf AND a hunter all in one, who would have thought,” Stiles says with a lazy smile pulling at his mouth, he’s naked, a sheet slung across his hips as Derek pulls a shirt on over his head.
“A mage AND a hunter,” Derek shoots back, giving Stiles a wolfish grin, “All in one.”
“I was a hunter first,” Stiles tells him, rolling over so the sheet slips, revealing bruises on his hips that match Derek’s fingers, “The mage thing just kind of happened.”
“Well I was a werewolf first, the hunter thing just kind of happened,” Derek says, tearing his eyes away from the bruises and the trail of hair that lead under the sheet to where Derek would like to be again.
“Are you really leaving so soon?” Stiles asks, his eyes darkening as he speaks and Derek just knows he won’t be leaving the hotel room, “We can’t go stalking vampires until the sun sets anyway, might as well pass the time with me.”
Derek rolls his eyes but pulled his shirt over his head and crawls back into the bed, kissing his way up Stiles’ abs to his neck.
When they manage to find the vampires nest and save the 8 teenagers that were being held and used as food Stiles says, “We make a pretty decent team wolf man.”
“I guess we do,” He says, “Maybe we could stick together for a little while.”
“Maybe we should.” Stiles says, pulling Derek in by the lapels on his leather jacket and kissing him until they’re both breathless. “So where’s the next stop?”
That’s how the legendary hunting team is born, of course Stiles makes it sound more dramatic when he tells their grandkids.