Okay so telling Stiles to shut up was Derek's thing not this nobody who wasn't even part of their pack. He was just here visiting to see if their packs could be allies. Derek gets jealous when a visiting beta starts paying to much attention to Stiles and worse he was stealing all of Derek's lines. Making Derek take drastic action to keep his mate.
Derek Hale/Stiles Stlinski Rating: T, Word Count: 858 Established Relationship, Scent Marking, Marking, Possessive Derek, Mates, Future Fic, POV Derek♥Read on AO3
Derek watches with barely suppressed fury as Brady coversStiles’ mouth with his hand. Heclenches his jaw and breathes out a slow breath. It’s his job totell Stiles to shut up, and then Stiles will smirk and kiss him, remind Derekthat he likes it when he talks, then Derek will roll his eyes, but he wouldn’t disagree, because he does lovelistening to Stiles talk, about anything. And fucking Brady, Mister Perfect Hair, Mister I Love Batman Too, Mister HeyYou Can’t Physically Harm Me ForTouching Your Mate And Taking Up All Of His Time Because That Might Screw UpThese Negotiations, is taking all of that from him.
‘If wewanted audio commentary we would’ve usedthe ones on the DVD,’ Bradycontinues.
Stiles rolls his eyes, flips Brady off, and crosses hisarms, leaning further into Derek. When Brady removes his hand Derek can see asmile playing on Stiles’ lips.
It feels like forever until the pack, and Brady, has left, and Derek is alone withStiles again. Derek throws the windows open and grabs the vacuum. Brady’s scent lingering in the apartment ismaking his nose itch. Listens to Stiles hum and putting the dishes away, whilehe vacuums.
‘Sosexy,’ Stiles says when he walksinto the living room. ‘I lovea man who can handle a vacuum.’
Derek snorts. ‘You ranto the kitchen to do the dishes when I said we had to vacuum.’
‘Hencemy love for vacuuming men,’ Stilessays. He grins and walks over to Derek.
Derek knows that glint in his eyes and quickly turns offthe vacuum and drops it, just in time to catch his mate when he jumps into hisarms.
‘Thatdoes it for you?’ Derek chuckles. ‘Me doing household chores?’
‘It’s very sexy,’ Stiles hums. He presses their lips together, squeezinghis legs around Derek’swaist, and running his hands through Derek’s hair,scratching the scalp just the way Derek likes it. ‘The only thing that would make it better would be a Frenchmaid uniform.’
‘I’ll convince you. Somehow.’
And he probably could, so Derek quickly presses theirlips together again, and carries Stiles to the bedroom.
‘Whereare all my shirts?’ Stiles asks the next morningas they’re getting dressed.
‘Laundry,probably,’ Derek shrugs. Nothingprobably about it. He put them there.
‘Shit. I’m supposed to meet Brady for lunch.We’re going over some of the details of thepact. Fuck.’ Stiles dives back into theircloset.
‘Justwear one of mine,’ Derek suggests. ‘Half our wardrobe is shared anyway.’
‘Goodpoint.’ Stiles dashes over to whereDerek is sitting on the bed, pulling on his socks. He plants a kiss onto hischeek, then dashes back to the closet. ‘I loveyou.’
It takes Stiles a couple more minutes to find a shirt,then he disappears into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
‘Christ,Derek,’ he mutters. ‘I said I like a guy who can handle avacuum, not a guy who is one.’
‘There’s no way I’m gonna be able to cover these up!’
It’ssuddenly very quiet in the bathroom.
‘Derek.’ Stiles’ voiceis low, both a warning and a question.
Derek grabs his phone and pretends to check his messagesas he innocently peeks up from under his eyebrows. ‘Yes?’
Stiles is standing by the bathroom door, hands on hiships. ‘You know I love you, right?’
‘Youtold me two minutes ago.’
‘And Itell you every day, so what in the hell is with all the marking?’ Stiles asks. He gestures at hisneck, where two very large hickies are clearly visible, and plucks at the shirthe’s wearing. ‘Brady knows I’m taken.The whole being married and being mates, kinda gives it away.’
Derek blushes, but doesn’t respond.
‘And ifyou’d actually talked to him, and notjust about pack stuff,’ Stilescontinues, ‘you’d know that he’s takentoo. He keeps showing me progress picks of his very pregnant mate. Their nameis Anya, and they’ve been together since highschool.’
Shame bubbles up in Derek’schest. He looks away from Stiles. ‘I’m sorry.’
Stiles sits down on the bed next to him, and takes Derek’s hands in his.
‘Ofcourse, I do.’ Derek looks up. He’s relieved when Stiles doesn’t look angry. If anything, he looksamused.
‘Then…’ Stiles gestures at his neck.
Derek looks away again, embarrassed. ‘He told you to shut up.’
‘I’m the only one who can say that!’
Stiles laughs at that, head thrown back, his entire bodyshaking. He wraps his arms around Derek and pulls him down onto the mattress.He wiggles himself underneath Derek, wrapping his arms and legs around him.
‘You’re so weird,’ he chuckles. He bumps their noses together. ‘I can’tbelieve that’s the straw that broke thewolfy’s back.’
‘Shutup,’ Derek grumbles. He buries his facein Stiles’ neck, inhaling thedeliciously mixed scent of them.
‘Youlike it when I talk,’ Stilesreminds him, and presses a kiss to Derek’s ear.
