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Stiles sighed as he dropped into the chair in front of his desk. The coffee in his mug sloshed dangerously but didn’t splatter all over his desk. This time.
“Morning Erica,” he mumbled into his mug as he inhaled the lovely aroma of cheap coffee meant to do nothing else but get him through the day.
“Good morning, Stiles. You’re late and Lydia noticed,” the blonde smiled at him.
Stiles groaned in defeat. Lydia was a great boss, well, mostly she was a slave driver of a boss but she had pretty legs and Stiles was shallow and ready to forgive her just about anything.
“She’s gonna make me stay late, isn’t she?” he asked.
“Yup,” Erica told him.
Stiles didn’t mind working at an werewolf escort agency, he actually quite liked it. His customers were at least never boring.
And he liked to think that it got him pretty great at matchmaking. He got his best friend Scott to ask out Kira and that was working out pretty well. He gave himself a mental pat on the back for that.
He took one last gulp of his coffee and stretched his hands as far over his head as they would go. His shoulder gave a satisfying crack.
“Alright,” he muttered to himself and picked up his headset. “Knot Your Mate Escort Agency. My name is Stiles. How can I help you today?”
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Stiles hated it when Lydia made him work late. Late night calls to the agency were usually of the weird sort. The kind of guys that didn’t seem to understand that they were an escort agency and not phone sex providers.
He sighed after hanging up on another satisfied customer. He booked Malia a date next week for a rut she would be helping an Alpha out with. The guy was a regular and it had been simple enough.
Only half an hour to go and he would be able to go home to his small apartment and fall face first into bed. Only to do it all over again tomorrow.
The phone line rang again.
“Knot Your Mate Escort Agency. My name is Stiles. How can I help you today?”
He was only met with loud panting on the other side. Stiles gave a defeated sigh. One of those calls then.
“Yeah, not gonna happen, my dude,” he grumbled, his finger already hovering over the ‘End Call’ button.
“No. Please. Help.”
The voice sounded rough, pained. And Stiles was the Sheriff’s kid after all. He sat up straight, pressing the headset closer to his ear.
“Are you hurt, Sir? Do you need an ambulance? I can call you one?” he rushed out.
“No. No. I need... Help please.”
The man was still panting heavily, every few words breaking off.
“I can help you,” Stiles said. “You just need to tell me your address. Okay? I’ll send an ambulance.”
“No ambulance,” the man said.
“Okay,” Stiles agreed easily, sure that he was definitely going to be sending an ambulance no matter what the guy said. He sounded like he was in pain. Serious pain. “What do you need?”
“Please,” the man begged with what sounded like a sob. “Please.”
“Shhhh, it’s going to be okay,” he soothed the stranger, “Tell me what you need.”
“Please,” he kept begging. Stiles was wracking his brain trying to figure out how to help the poor guy. He seemed in pain, kept begging for… Shit, he had called a fucking werewolf escort agency!
“Heat? Is it your heat?” he asked quickly.
“Rut,” came the breathless reply.
“You're an Alpha?” Stiles asked incredulously.
“Yes.”
Holy shit. He had an Alpha on the phone, who was honest to god begging. All he knew about Alphas was that they were strong and in charge and definitely not prone to anything even close to begging.
Malia liked to talk about her clients who liked to push her against the wall and ravish her without as much as a two second notice. But never about how they would be needy and beg. Never.
“It’s okay. You’re okay. It’s going to be okay,” he rambled. His eyes were running over the list of available escorts. None of them were free tonight. Theo had the night off and he might be able to call him in on short notice but then he remembered that he had mentioned a date. Fuck!
“Okay, you need a mating partner?” he asked. “Soon.”
A helpless whine was all he got in response.
“Okay, shit,” Stiles cursed. The guy needed help. ASAP.
“It’s too much. I can’t do it on my own. It’s too much.”
“I know. I know,” he tried to keep his voice soft and soothing, hoping to calm the Alpha down. “I’m going to get someone to you, okay? Someone will be with you in just a little while. Just hold out a little longer. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes. Yes,” was the soft reply he got.
“Okay,” Stiles breathed. “You’re gonna give me your name and your address and I’m gonna take care of the rest. Does that sound good?”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Shh, I’m gonna take care of you.”
When Stiles hung up on Derek Hale, he was clicking through the company's catalog of available escorts and emergency escorts and escorts from other companies that they sometimes hired and found zero available.
He made three more phone calls and still had no one willing to take care of an Alpha in the middle of his rut. Shit! All he got was the sharp reply that Alphas whose rut had already started were unpredictable and a danger and he should not be trying to send someone over.
A look towards the clock on the wall informed him that his shift was over. His shift was over and he still had no solution for Derek. He had made a damn promise to the guy, he had promised that he would find someone to take care of him. And Stiles was someone who took his promises very seriously.
He sighed as he packed his bag. It wasn’t really much of a choice to make. He made a promise. He was going to keep it.
Stiles had worked long enough for the agency to know there was a whole set of rules and procedures to follow to keep people safe. There were contingency plans and client check ups and so on.
Stiles had no time for any of those tonight. He sent his dad a text to give him a call in the morning. He knew that his dad would follow through on that and he knew how to track someone down if Stiles didn’t respond.
Then he rushed to the address the man had given. It was an abandoned industrial complex. Right. Not suspicious at all.
But there was a car parked outside the building and Stiles took a deep breath and entered it. He took a very suspicious elevator to the top floor and was met by a man. A man who was holding himself up right by sheer force of will against a huge open steel door.
Behind him Stiles could see the beginnings of a living room. So he actually lived here, good to know.
“Hi,” he said. And then had no idea how to follow that. What was he supposed to say? I’m your escort? Please don’t expect too much from the sex with me I don’t actually do this professionally?
“You’re him? Stiles?” the man, Derek, asked. He was frowning.
“Did you want… uh, did you want a woman? You didn’t specify,” Stiles rambled. His eyes were taking in his person in front of him. He was leaning against the door, his hair had a disheveled look to it, his skin was pale and shiny with sweat, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes glassy.
“Fine. You’re fine,” Derek managed to pant out between labored breaths. He was wearing a faded, stained pair of sweatpants and a tanktop that showed off muscled arms and chest.
Stiles took a hesitant step forward before pausing. Then he was suddenly rushing forward, trying to catch Derek as he collapsed.
“Please,” Derek mumbled.
“Shh, it's okay now, Derek,” he told him and heaved him up trying to push the werewolf backwards into his apartment. “Got you're heavy. And burning up. Shit.”
He managed to get Derek inside the loft apartment and the heavy door closed behind them. He followed the mostly delirious werewolf to a bed set in the middle of the open living room. Clearly roommates were not going to be an issue.
Derek stumbled into the bed. The sheets looked rumpled and the smell of sex was obvious even to Stiles' human nose.
“You've been trying to get through it by jerking off,” he said. It wasn't a question. “Is that even possible?”
“Worked before. Too bad this time,” he was shaking as he was speaking. Immediately Stiles came closer to him, reached out. But before he could touch him again he was stopped.
“I won’t be able to stop, I won’t be able to go slow or go gentle,” Derek told him.
“I know,” Stiles replied. And he did know. He might not have any experience but he had heard the stories. Ruts could be brutal, on the Alpha going through them and on the companion they spend them with.
They had more than a few escorts who flat out refused to work with Alphas. And an Alphas who’s rut had already started was bound to be very bad.
“I’m gonna take care of you, okay?” he told Derek.
The Alpha just nodded weakly.
“There is lube in the bathroom. You need to prepare yourself before you come any closer.”
Stiles found the bathroom and the promised lube easily. He took his clothes off entirely and folded them onto the counter, then he prepared himself until he hoped he was loose enough to take an Alpha’s knot.
When he walked back out into the living area Derek was spread out on the bed, naked, panting heavily and his hand wrapped around his erection. His eyes instantly focused on Stiles and he came with a gasp.
Stiles couldn't tear his eyes away. He had known about Alpha's knots but seeing one up close and personal was an entirely different experience.
“Fuck, you're so gorgeous,” he whispered and Derek keened softly at the compliment. He was still coming, both his hands tightly wrapped around the swell at the base of his cock as he kept pumping cum onto his own stomach.
“I don't know how… I've never done this. With anyone. With an, uh… escort. I don't know what to do,” Derek told him finally as he cleaned himself off with a shirt from the floor.
Stiles settled onto the bed next to him and tried to remember everything he had ever heard from his colleagues about Alphas during their rut.
He remembered Malia telling him about how thick some guys' knots were and that they were difficult to take, but yeah, he could figure that part out.
Mostly they had talked about how rough Alphas were during that time, rough and possessive.
“Your body knows what it needs, Derek. Just listen to your body and you’ll be fine,” he finally settled on.
Derek nodded, his dark hair was matted to his forehead, he looked already completely wrecked.
“I want to… Can I…”
“Whatever you need, Derek,” he told the werewolf and let himself be pulled into strong arms.
“Inside. Need to be inside you.”
“Okay,” he whispered as Derek pressed his lips haphazardly to Stiles’. His teeth, having already dropped to fangs, catching against his lips.
He vaguely knew that an Alpha's bite was different during the rut, that it would not turn a human. It was only meant for mating. And a werewolf's Mate was always another werewolf.
But he remembered Theo saying those bites still hurt and it wasn't a thing that was done to non-Mates or shouldn't be done. The guy who had bitten him had gone on the blacklist.
But right now the idea of feeling Derek’s teeth sink into his skin didn't seem all that bad.
Stiles moaned breathlessly as Derek pressed his cock against his slick entrance and pressed in just a moment later in one smooth movement. He clearly hadn't been lying about not having a lot of control or patience.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. No, I’m fine.”
And he was fine. Very fine, in fact. He noticed the black veins on Derek’s arms as he took Stiles’ pain.
“You don't have to worry about me. I'm just here to take care of you, Derek,” he said but the wolf only shook his head.
“You said to listen to my instincts. They want to take care of you,” Derek murmured into Stiles' neck where Derek had pressed his face, gently licking and nipping at the skin.
He was transferring his own scent onto Stiles, he realized. Stiles felt the cock inside him pulse and thicken. Derek was coming again. Just like that. As if simply being inside Stiles had been all he needed.
There was a careful bite of fangs against his collarbone. It didn't hurt at all, he was sure it was because Derek just kept on draining any pain he might have felt away.
“Oh,” Derek breathed after a moment. ”Oh, that's… I didn't expect to… Oh, it just feels…”
He was softly shuddering underneath Stiles. And Stiles just combed his fingers through his sweat soaked hair and soothed him with gentle touches and kisses.
“You did so well, Derek,” he whispered. “You're doing so good, baby.”
Derek just kept giving soft, aborted thrusts into his body that he seemed to be having no control over whatsoever. And Stiles was pretty sure he was still coming.
He knew an Alpha's knot could last a few minutes. But he had no idea what to expect here really.
He knew an Alpha’s rut could last a few days. And Derek had already been in the middle of his, but would just tonight be enough for him? He would deal with that issue in the morning, he decided. For now he was going to enjoy this oddly intimated, gentle thing with Derek.
If someone had told Stiles just hours ago that he would end up in bed with an Alpha during his rut, being treated with this soft, kind care and these gentle touches he would have probably laughed right in their face. Everyone knew Alphas were rough and unpredictable.
Everyone knew they were selfish during their ruts, only after their own release. And yet that couldn’t be further from what was happening right now. Derek was still inside him, still knotting him, still coming. But he was also touching Stiles, kissing him, jerking his cock until he spilled his own release between their bodies.
Stiles lost count of how many times Derek made him come that night. It didn’t seem to matter. Derek’s knot didn’t leave his body once, barely softening between orgasms.
When his phone rang at just past seven, his entire body was a lovely kind of sore. His lips were swollen from too many kisses, rough from fanged teeth scraping over them. His neck was probably dotted in hickeys and bite marks and stubble burn.
Derek whimpered softly at the noise and Stiles quickly reached over to pick up. Derek was still inside him, his knot starting to go down.
“Hey Dad,” he said into the phone, his voice was rough, completely wrecked.
“Everything alright, kiddo? Are you getting a cold?”
“Yeah, I don't know. Maybe,” he told him.
“Listen, I got work right now. If it’s not an emergency, can we talk tonight?”
“Yeah, sure,” Stiles said. “Love you. Bye.”
Derek had his face firmly pressed into the crook of his neck when Stiles finished his phone call.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “Too much noise, huh?”
Derek nodded. He looked absolutely exhausted in his arms. And Stiles carefully pulled him closer until he could wrap as much of himself around him as possible.
He typed out a quick text to Erica, asking her to cover for him so Lydia would only murder him for not coming into work and not also fire him. He got a ‘You better have an amazing excuse ;)’ in reply.
And yeah, his excuse was pretty amazing, he thought looking down on the almost sleeping Alpha in his arms. Pretty damn amazing.
Derek cooked them breakfast sometime that day when they had slept a few more hours. He had put Stiles into a hot bath that soothed all his sore muscles and he relaxed while he listened to Derek putter around the loft. He was stripping the drenched sheets off the bed and making pancakes, judging from the wonderful smell.
“You’re very caring,” Stiles told him, when he settled himself onto the sofa. Derek shrugged uncomfortably, a slight blush to his ears.
“It’s my instincts, I think. To care for you, build you a nice den and all that.”
“Well, it’s lovely. I don’t think anyone has ever done something like this for me.”
“No?” Derek asked, a frown on his face. “What do… uh, what do Alphas usually do?”
“Uhh,” Stiles didn’t know how to answer that. Derek was still working with the assumption that Stiles did this kind of thing regularly, that he did this as a job and not that he simply was the guy who answered the phone.
“You don’t have to answer that,” Derek rushed to say, clearly picking up on Stiles’ discomfort with the question. “It’s none of my business what other Alphas do with you.”
“Umm,” Stiles sighed. He had enjoyed this, this night with Derek. He had enjoyed it a lot more than he would have ever expected. But he was pretty sure sooner or later this lie about being an escort was going to bite him in the butt, and not in a fun way.
Derek would try and pay him, or maybe, possibly try and book him again. And then he would find out that Stiles was nothing more than just the office boy.
“So, full disclosure: I've never done this before,” he admitted quietly.
“Gone through a rut with an Alpha?” Derek asked, his eyes wide and open. “Because I think you were pretty amazing at it.”
He blushed again and Stiles cuddled in closer to him, letting him rub his nose along his neck again.
“Thank you,” he smiled. “You were pretty amazing too,” he grinned. Derek bit him gently on that one spot on his collarbone that he seemed to have claimed as his favorite. A look in the mirror this morning had revealed tiny incisions of sharp werewolf teeth, all healed already. He wasn’t too worried about it.
“You can’t turn me, right?” he asked nevertheless.
“No, I would never,” Derek seemed genuinely concerned that he would even think that.
“I know, I just wanted to make sure,” Stiles told him. His phone rang again, Lydia’s number on the display this time. He sighed before picking up.
“Hello, Lydia.”
“I really, really hope you have a good excuse because I’m not buying Erica’s bullshit about it being that time of the month for you.”
“Okay, first of all that’s sexist. Second of all I do have an excuse. A really good one. It’s umm...” he trailed off.
“What’s wrong?” Derek asked, softly.
“Who is that? If that’s Scott I want to talk to him right now,” Lydia said. “I’m done with you getting drunk with each other and slacking off.”
“It’s not Scott and I didn’t get drunk. Jeez, Lydia, that happened once.”
“Give him the phone, Stiles. Now!”
So Stiles did the only sensible thing in the face of a seriously pissed off Lydia Martin and handed Derek the phone.
“My boss wants to speak to you?”
“Hello?” Derek said into the phone with a confused frown that Stiles was having trouble not finding adorable.
“Derek Hale. And who the fuck are you?” his frown seemed to deepen and Stiles pressed a little closer as if his presence could make up for whatever foul mood Lydia was having.
“His nephew, not that it’s any of your business,” Derek said looking down right murderous now. Stiles could definitely see the dangerous Alpha in him now. It was odd to see when he had been nothing but gentle the entire night.
Also what kind of weird lie was that? Derek was very much not his nephew. Lydia knew that he was an only child. While uncle might have been a creepy but at least plausible option, nephew was not. But Derek didn’t seem deterred in the least.
“Also none of your business but I will drop Stiles off in a bit if his presence is really that important,” and with that he hung up on Lydia. Stiles was definitely going to get killed by her.
He sighed.
“Will you be okay on your own?” he asked. Derek only nodded shortly and didn’t meet his eyes. “Derek?”
“Apparently you’re irreplaceable and the whole fate of the company rests on your work. I won’t be keeping you from it then.”
Stiles did not like the way he sounded. At all. He sounded tired, dejected and his voice had cracked at the end. He wondered what the hell Lydia had told him.
Instead he quietly packed his things and let himself be driven to work. Derek dropped him off at the front entrance and Stiles left his car with a quiet ‘Thank you’.
“Wow, don’t you look…”
“Hello to you too, Peter. I’m not in the mood for your usual bullshit today,” Stiles greeted Lydia’s business partner.
“I’d ask what got your knickers in a twist but judging from the state of your neck that isn’t too difficult to figure out.”
Stiles just pushed past him. He was not in the mood to deal with Peter right now. He made it almost to his desk before he was roughly slammed into a wall.
“What the fuck?!” he yelled. “Let me go, you asshole!”
“You smell like…” he was pressing his face right into Stiles’ neck and it felt nothing like it had felt when Derek had done the same. He pushed and pulled in an effort to get free.
“I’d appreciate it if you let go of my employee, Peter,” Lydia’s voice interrupted.
Stiles was dropped to the floor with a relieved sigh.
“And you’re working late, Stiles. The entire week,” Lydia told him.
“Fine,” he ground out and turned to his desk. Before he could as much as take a single step his wrist was grabbed roughly.
“Go back home, Stiles,” Peter said and when Stiles looked up in surprise the werewolf’s eyes were bleeding blue.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Lydia asked.
“You stupid little humans with your useless noses! It’s his Mate’s rut! Why can’t you smell that on him? The scent is all over him!”
Stiles stood there and watched a serious glare off between Peter and Lydia happen. He wanted to explain that the scent was not from his Mate rather from his… his what? His one night stand?
But if Peter won, he might be able to go home and lick his wounds in quiet and peace.
“His Mate? What the hell are you talking about? Stiles doesn’t have a Mate!”
“He smells like he does,” Peter yelled back at her.
“He doesn’t. He was slacking off work with your nephew of all people,” Lydia accused.
What? With Peter’s nephew? What was she talking about? Oh shit! Derek Hale. Peter’s last name was Hale. Oh, shit! He had hooked up with Peter Hale’s nephew.
“My nephew?” Peter asked, clearly surprised. “Derek?”
He turned to Stiles. Who simply lifted his hands in surrender. He was not about to get his head ripped off by both of them.
“My, my. Turns out not all is lost on my nephew after all.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, huh? He’s a good guy!” Stiles found himself defending Derek fiercely. “He’s an amazing guy! And he’s a better Mate than you could ever be!”
“Oh!” came an utterly surprised sound from behind him. When he turned Derek was standing behind him.
He looked awful in the harsh overhead lighting of the office building. The dark circles underneath his eyes were purple. He was shivering ever so slightly.
“God dammit, Derek!” Peter grumbled. “Take him and get the fuck out of here.”
And with that Stiles was all but thrust into Derek’s arms, colliding with his chest and swaying for a moment as Derek tried to catch up and simultaneously not lose his footing.
“Hi,” Stiles murmured as Derek held onto him tightly and almost instantly pressed his nose to his neck. He gave a low growl towards Peter and Stiles decided the way Peter actually shrank back a bit was quite satisfying.
“Yeah, yeah. Growl all you want, Nephew. I didn’t know he was yours.”
“Uh, so do I get the day off then?” Stiles helplessly asked Lydia while Derek was already trying to drag him outside.
“Fine,” she agreed. “You could have just told me all of this on the phone instead of this mess.”
Stiles simply grinned and let himself be dragged off by a very possessive werewolf. His very possessive werewolf.
“You’re getting yourself a new job,” Derek murmured into the back of Stiles’ neck where they were tangled back under his sheets, their bodies intertwined with Derek's knot inside Stiles.
“I like my job,” Stiles protested.
“I'm not sharing my Mate with another Alpha!”
“Your… I'm your Mate? Am I? Because I'm pretty sure humans can’t mate with werewolves like that.”
“You smell like my Mate, you feel like my Mate,” Derek shrugged.
Something nagged in the back of Stiles' mind.
“Shit, I might be tricking you,” he blurted out. “I have this thing, this spark. When I believe something it can accidentally happen. So I might have subconsciously tricked you.”
“You're a Spark?”
“I have a spark?”
“No, holy shit, Stiles! You are a Spark, a creature of magic. I actually did bond with you,” Derek was looking at him with awe and Stiles hated to crush that.
“I have a spark, yes, but it's nothing big. I'm nothing special. I can't even do proper magic. I just sometimes accidentally do something. That's it,” he told Derek. “Like the coolest thing I've ever done is float a mountain ash barrier. Usually it's just a fizz and some smoke where there should be an explosion.”
Derek gently took his face into his hands.
“I'm going to find you someone who can teach you how to tap into your spark properly, but right now I need to make sure you want this, you want to be my Mate because once the bond is solidified it can't be taken back.”
“I want this,” Stiles said, the words coming out of his mouth easily. He had never thought it was something he would ever have but now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to have Derek as his Mate. “I want this,” he repeated. “My dad is going to rip my head off,” he added with a breathless laugh.
“I'll ask permission to take you as my Mate properly,” Derek told him and kissed him softly. “I'll make it right by you, I promise. But you’re getting a new job.”
“Derek, I’m not an escort,” Stiles finally said.
“What?” His eyebrows are drawn together in confusion.
“I’m not an escort. I don’t sleep with other Alphas, I don’t sleep with anyone for money.”
“But you work at the agency?”
“Yeah, as an office guy.”
“But I booked you?”
“Yeah, well. I mean,” Stiles fumbles for an explanation. “I couldn’t get anyone to book an Alpha who was already in the middle of his rut. But you had sounded so desperate on the phone so I figured… you know, what’s the worst that could happen?”
The murderous look on Derek’s face was telling him just how stupid and reckless that had been. And Stiles was very much aware of that. He was the Sheriff’s kid after all. He knew how bad situations like this could turn out.
“In my defense: I had a contingency plan. If I didn’t check in this morning, the entire police department of the city would have been after you,” he told Derek, who looked completely and utterly surprised. “Give me a little credit here.”
“Okay. So, my Mate isn’t a complete moron, good to know,” Derek said with a teasing grin and rubbed his nose along Stiles’ neck. “So, will you be my Mate? Will you be mine?”
“Yes, you silly werewolf,” Stiles whispered against Derek’s lips as he pulled him in for a kiss.