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[suchasourwolf]

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Derek rumbles happily, feeling contented and warm and loved, and it's the best he's felt in a long time. "Fine," he sighs. "But I'll give you a giant hickey where it's hard to hide."

Another empty threat, though he backs it up by nosing at Stiles' neck, nipping here and there like he's looking for the best place to bite.

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After a moment he continues with the scratching, slow and even against the man's scalp as he listens to him speak.

"You can still court me. I want to be your mate eventually, so there's got to be some sort of mating werewolf courtship, right?"

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"Not too different from human courtship. More dead animals." Derek rests his head against Stiles' chest to listen to his heartbeat, his eyes slipping shut.

"When you're old enough, I'll ask your dad for permission. State my intentions. I think there are some old laws about bartering for your hand, but that might only be with other packs."

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"Uhh, not sure about the dead animal part, honestly. Might have to skip that one." Stiles smiles a little and loweres his head to press is lips into Derek's hair, sighing softly.

"Oh I'm sure my dad will be thrilled about that, but... I think he'd be pleased about it the whole asking r my hand and stuff. He seems like a traditional guy. Might wanna prepare yourself for many a family dinner and an open view of his shotgun."

[suchasourwolf]

"I'll keep them in the yard," he promises, and tilts his head up for a soft kiss.

"I'll be on my best behaviour." A pause, and he amends, "Better than best. You might have to remind me how humans sit down for a formal dinner. I'm a little rusty."

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Stiles eyes lit up in amusement as he smiled into the kiss. "Are you teasing me? Are you joking? My my, you are full of surprises aren't you."

The teen pats Derek on the head gently, in a playful manner. "I'll break out my 'how to train your werewolf' manual just for you."

[suchasourwolf]

"I have a sense of humour," he insists with a somewhat sour expression. His humour is just usually buried under layers of guilt and anger.

He nips at Stiles' fingers, "I know how to use silverware. What else do I need to know?"

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Stiles grins at the playful banter and can't help but go along with it. "I might need to teach you how to drink from a glass. I think we tossed out all our old sippy cups."

[suchasourwolf]

Derek gives a sarcastic haha and sits up to pull his shirt back on. "You only have two years to train me, we shouldn't waist any time."

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"Yeah, I'll get right on that, soon as I get home." Though the thought of home reminds him why he's here in the first place and makes him frown. He doesn't know how he's going to fix this, not when his dad probably blames him for getting him fired and really, Stiles blames himself too.

[suchasourwolf]

... oh. And now Stiles is sad again and Derek wonders if it was something he said. He pulls Stiles back to sit between his legs, arms around the teen's waist, Stiles' back against Derek's chest, and he nuzzles his neck tenderly.

"Stay as long as you need."

[causticly]

"Sorry, was just thinking about my dad..." Sometimes he forgets that Derek -- and werewolves in general -- can sense emotions and feelings, which he never really let himself thinking about before and awkwaaaaard with all the times he's thought Derek was hot in actual proximity to the man.

It's a wonder Derek's never called him out on it or used it against him to shut him up.

[suchasourwolf]

"Tell me how to help, if I can?"

Their family situations are so different, that Derek tends to forget that right now, they're in the exact same position; they both blame themselves for the pain their families are going through.

Softly, nosing at Stiles' temple, he says, "It's not your fault."

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"I don't know how you can... unless you can magically get my dad his job back?" Stiles says, then laughs a little, the sound quiet and bitter as he leans back into Derek, head resting against his shoulder.

"But it is... that's the thing. It IS my fault. I'm always where I shouldn't be, I stole a police van and kidnapped Jackson, who put a restraining order against me and Scott. How is him getting fired not my fault?"

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... okay that was a good point, and Derek wasn't sure how to refute it.

"You did it to protect your friends, and to protect Jackson. It was for the right reasons, you just -- can't tell your dad that. Which I know is hard, but it's safer for him not to know. Even if it cost him his job.

It might be better for him, anyway. The closer the investigation gets to the Kanima, the more dangerous it is for him."

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"I know, but I hate lying to him. I've never lied to him like this. Sure, little white lies like the time I broke the vase that usually sat on the dining room table or the time I accidentally broke the ice maker in the freezer -- but those were just... things. I've never lied to him this much before." And it kills him, because he knows his dad knows he's up to something and he knows he's disappointing him by not telling him.

"I'm like, the worst son in the world right now."

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"Believe me when I say you could never, ever be the worst son." He pulls Stiles closer, nose against his mate's neck as he struggles to find a way to comfort him. To make everything better.

Derek is pretty sure he takes that title, anyway. He was the one who got their family killed, the one to blame for Peter being twisted so completely. But he doesn't want to play the one-upping game with Stiles.

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"Maybe not, but it sure feels like it sometimes." Stiles says, sighing and leaning into Derek's comforting warmth, enjoying the gentle nosing.

"Can I ask you something?" asks Stiles, but plows on before Derek can give him a yes or no. "Do you ever... think about having kids? Or.. cubs or whatever term you use?"

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-- it takes a minute for Derek's brain to catch up to the abrupt change of subjects. You can hear the gears grinding in his head while his brain works to shift to the thought of cubs.

"Cubs, sure. Or pups. Or just -- kids. Yeah." He clears his throat a little and nods, resting his chin against Stiles' shoulder. "I do, yeah. Especially now that I'm the Alpha. It's sort of um, my duty. To carry on the line."

He hopes Stiles doesn't ask questions about that but who is he kidding? It's Stiles, of course there will be questions.

[causticly]

Nope, sorry, no such luck there pal. Stiles totally latches onto that bit of information and runs with it. Like a kid with scissors. "Your duty? What do you mean? Like it's your duty to impregnate every girl in your pack or something?" He asks, trying not to sound a little worried about that because he doesn't want Derek to think he's insecure or something about them -- he's not, really.

"I think about it sometimes, you know, having kids. Sometimes I think I'd make an awesome dad, cuz come on, I'm totally awesome." Stiles quiets a little for a moment, shrugging. "But then I look back at my life choices; all the lying and the getting in trouble and sometimes I don't think I'm cut out for it at all."

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Help.

"No, nothing like that. Just -- my mate. Or um. Or me." His brow furrows a little and he presses his nose against the back of Stiles' neck to make it harder for the teen to look directly at him. Derek doesn't blush, not really, but the back of his neck does feel warmish.

"I think you'd be an amazing dad. So you know."

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"Or what now?" Because wat. "Are you serious? You can... you could get me pregnant?" Stiles squeaks out, trying to turn back to look at the man but Derek is doing a surprisingly good job of being just out of his line of sight that he can't see him. "Or.. or you? YOU CAN GET PREGNANT ARE YOU SERIOUS!?"

Again, because wat? Just when he thinks his life can't get any more bizarre, it proves him wrong.

[suchasourwolf]

Derek shushes him harshly, clamping a hand over Stiles' mouth and pressing a finger to his own lips, jerking his head towards the direction of the subway car. Where cranky werewolves are still sleeping.

"Alphas and their mates can both carry cubs, yes. That's why I used condoms with you."

[causticly]

"Holy crap, you couldn't have thought to tell me that earlier?!" Not that he's going to take anything back and he certainly doesn't regret any of it in the least, but yeah woulda been nice to know.

It's definitely a lot to take in, that's for sure. He might need some time to process this. The fact that even he who is decidedly human could get pregnant. With a wolfbaby.

[suchasourwolf]

"I figured with everything else going on, we could save the wolves and bees talk for later. We were careful. We're fine."

Derek sighs and pulls away a little, feeling guilty for not having told Stiles sooner. "I just thought -- it wouldn't be an issue. I was planning on waiting for us to have sex anyway, but that didn't work out well. So we can talk now."

[causticly]

"Haah, that's cute. Wolves and bees, really that is." Stiles frowns though when Derek pulls away and it causes him to sit up a bit more and turn to face Derek more fully. Sure, this is a huge thing to find out about and Stiles understands, he really does, it's just -- you know, surprising. Really, really surprising.

"Okay, so let's talk. Get it all out on the table, spread it all out like newspaper."