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The Park, Saturday Morning

After giving his beloved mate a gift to prove what an amazing provider he would be, Derek had gone running. While shirtless. Because it was clearly just so hot out that he needed to remove his shirt.

Nothing at all to do with ratings or those amazing abs.

He stopped, looking off at a nearby tree as the memories of his past flooded back to him. His family... Derek just barely managed to choke back those manly tears. Because no, no he wouldn't let that get to him. Not when he'd found his true love in Stiles.

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Stiles was not shirtless. Not only was he human and susceptible to cold but he was also the plainest person ever and nobody wanted to see him shirtless. Except Derek for some reason that Stiles hasn't pinned down, because he was plain and therefore could not have any other positive attributes.

But he was wandering the park happily after dealing with his gift (enjoy the fresh venison, third floor common room), completely oblivious to anything going on around him just in case someone felt like kidnapping him or attacking him or forcing him into some weird supernatural marriage against his will. It happened sometimes. Typically around sweeps.

It was because he smelled so good. Like sugar and kittens and the occasional Mountain Dew.

And Derek wasn't about to let Stiles be forced into a creepy supernatural marriage unless it was to him. He had his standards about that. "Stiles," Derek growled. Because speaking normally would make him lose that mystique he had.

Growling was hot! And it was a constant reminder of how dangerous Derek was. Which was also hot to Stiles. That was completely healthy.

"Derek!" Stiles was not at all inconspicuous when it came to checking Derek out while he was shirtless, filled with awe and wonder that someone that perfect belonged to someone like him. "I was looking for you."

"You found me," Derek replied because apparently that was what passed for riveting dialogue between people who were in love. Deeply, deeply in love.

You could tell by the looks they were giving each other.

Totally in love. People on tumblr were making graphics about this scene as it happened.

"I got your gift this morning," Stiles said, hesitantly moving closer. There wasn't really any need to be hesitant considering how well they knew each other but it worked well for dramatic effect. "That was you, right?"

Because, you know. So many people were killing deer for Stiles. It was hard to keep track.

IT WAS THE SMALL MOMENTS OF LOVE.

"Who else would it be?" he growled again, getting into Stiles' personal space because he was a possessive sonnovabitch like that. "That friend of yours?"

"Heather's just a friend!" Stiles said, not backing away from Derek any. "You know you're the only person I want killing animals for me, Derek."

Heather was a whore! A whore who stood in the way of their love!

"I better be," Derek replied, leaning in to smell that kitten-y scent of Stiles' neck. Oh yeah, that was some sweeps week level homoeroticism there.

Stiles tilted his head to the side to give Derek better access to his neck. He thought the whole sniffing thing was romantic and he had done enough research on werewolves to know showing submission was important. For some reason.

"I don't think Heather's strong enough to take down a deer anyway. Pretty sure." Now you were just baiting him, Stiles.

DAMN YOU, STILES. YOU WERE PLAYING WITH FIRE. LIKE THE FIRE THAT KILLED DEREK'S FAMILY.

Iron~y.

"You don't think so?" he asked with a growl, lips brushing against Stiles' throat. Because submission was sexy to werewolves. So, so sexy.

Stiles shuddered and would have reached to grab a hold of Derek's leather jacket but since he was shirtless Stiles got his hands on some hot werewolf abs instead. Not that he was complaining.

"Well she could have hidden talents I don't know about." He couldn't help it, Derek was so hot when he got all growly and possessive! It's what the viewers wanted to see!

See what would happen if you became a werewolf, Stiles? Abs. Lots of 'em.

That just got another growl and a bite to the soft, pale flesh presented to him. But it was conveniently mostly hidden from the viewers. Just in case someone had any issues with the hot guy on guy action.

But it was still edgy.

He couldn't become a werewolf, Derek, he had to retain his humanity! And also at this rate everyone was going to become a werewolf and someone had to take one for the team and be the damsel in distress.

The bite might've been hidden from viewers but Stiles felt everything, you could tell from the dramatic gasp he let out. "I love when you mark me, Derek."

It made him feel so wanted!

"When we're finally werewolf married, I can mark you for real," Derek informed him, holding Stiles close. Because who wouldn't want their hands all over that scrawny body?

Also, werewolf married? When had that become a thing?

"You'll finally be my... my mate."

Okay, seriously now? This was going to end up on The Soup, guys.

Werewolf marriage was totally a thing! It probably took place during the full moon and howling was most likely involved.

"I can't wait for that, Derek," Stiles said, nuzzling against the side of Derek's face. Mmm stubble burn. "I just...I just wish you weren't so...attached to the whole...no fooling around before marriage thing."

WHAT IS WITH YOU AND YOUR MORMON IDEALS, DEREK?

BECAUSE THEY NEEDED TO SHOW KIDS THAT ABSTINENCE WAS COOL, OKAY? IT WAS FOR THE CHILDREN, STILES.

Derek growled again, pulling away. "I can't, Stiles. You don't understand." Because Derek hadn't explained anything. Which, you know, par for the course for Derek. Even when he was insane as a soap star.

His tragic, tragic past with Kate Argent, Stiles. You could never know about it!

"You're right, I don't understand, because you won't tell me anything!" Stiles tried not to whine like a child because it only highlighted the age difference between him and Derek but...he was whining like a child.

"Is it me? Is there something wrong with me?" He was very plain. Stiles would understand if that was it.

Well, it was more forbidden that way. Stiles being the teenage high schooler and Derek being the twenty-something brooding loner with the dark past.

It was a very dark past too.

"I can't tell you," Derek replied, staring into the distance. If people paid close attention, they might notice the lighting effect of fire flickering in his eyes. "You'll only be in more danger if you knew."

"I don't care about the danger!" Throwing himself into Derek's arms seemed like the perfect dramatic touch after a statement like that, so that's what Stiles did.

Which meant Derek was just forced to hold onto him and snuggle him like a teddy bear. Yeah. That was healthy.

"I couldn't bear to have you be hurt, Stiles. You're the only thing that matters to me anymore."

Stiles sighed happily, feeling safe in Derek's arms even though he hadn't been in any immediate danger. He placed a hand on Derek's cheek and looked up into his beautiful color-changing eyes that looked more green than gray or blue or brown at the moment. "I'll be fine, Derek. I know you won't let anything happen to me. No matter how many vampires or fae or mermaids try to kidnap me for their own."

Seriously what was with that?

Derek looked back at those honey-gold eyes of Stiles', his rage flowing out of him. Because now Stiles, his beautiful Stiles was his anchor to keep from going all murderous and furry on people.

"I'd never let any of them have you. You belong to me," he said softly. And it wasn't creepy at all. At. All.

"Yes, I'm yours." It wasn't creepy, it was romantic. "Kiss me, Derek."

Because the thought of owning people was that much of a turn on.

The park was just the best place to hang around shirtless, wasn't it? Especially when your skin sparkled inexplicably in the sunlight like the hot, hot vampire who could be out in the sunlight that Eric was ~~apparently this weekend~~.

"Werewolf," he noted because Eric was also Extremely Quick on the Uptake.

The music was swelling with all the emotion in the scene, the longing drawn out to the breaking point...

And yes, finally, Derek pulled him in for a kiss. A stubbly, stubbly kiss. Really, it was more full on make out than kiss, but what can you do when you're an overly possessive werewolf?

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