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works/865161.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha
      Derek, Omega_Stiles_Stilinski, Knotting, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Public
      Claiming, Alternate_Universe_-_Historical, Alternate_Universe_-_Regency,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Human, Underage_Sex, Alternate_Universe_-_No_Hale
      Fire, One_Shot, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Barebacking, Self-
      Lubrication, POV_Derek_Hale
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-01 Words: 1666
****** A Claim to Stake ******
by mznaughty01
Summary
     Derek was an Alpha. Stiles was an Omega. That meant Derek had a claim
     to stake. And he was going to stake it in public.
Notes
     Historical, Regency Era to be exact because I have a serious love for
     that time period, especially with A/B/O added into the mix. Also,
     this is the shortest thing I've ever written, but I wrote it because
     I wanted to see if I could tell a story from beginning to end in
     2,000 words or less. I think I succeeded, but it's almost 3:00 am in
     the morning where I am so I could very well be delusional at the
     moment, lol.
The overlarge chamber, usually filled with light and laughter and dancing, was
dark but for the flickering glow produced by the handful of candles scattered
about the floor. It was silent, so silent, the lack of noise only broken by the
soft sound of a strained whimper every so often.
If Derek Hale, 4th Duke of Briarly, had not known any better, he would have
believed himself to be alone with the boy on the bed in front of him. As it
was, he had played an instrumental part in the creation of this particular
encounter, therefore he knew the outskirts of the ballroom were filled with
members of the peerage, all holding their breath and conversation for much
later in the night. Present were both those who held titles above Derek, the
King and Queen and their son and daughter, and those equal to or below him,
from other Dukes on down to Barons and also a few Baronets and trusted
servants. Even Derek’s two sisters and uncle were present, though his mother
had chosen to remain at home much as she so often did nowadays since being
widowed five years past. For everyone else not Talia Hale, however, tonight was
just another evening of fun and entertainment. More to the point, everyone in
the room, save Derek and the boy, were Betas, the most common in the Alpha/
Beta/Omega hierarchy, and their curiosity just would not let them pass up the
chance for a firsthand viewing of this experience.
Alphas were uncommon, but not so rare as to cause more than a passing interest
on discovery of their status. It was irrelevant if that discovery was by a
formal introduction to polite society, as was the case with those visiting from
other countries, or by a boy waking up one day to find that his cock had
developed a knot at its base sometime over the prior night, as had happened to
Derek ten years ago, when he had been the same age as the boy was now, ten and
six.
Omegas, however, Omegas were almost unheard of. Which made them the only people
alive who could transcend class boundaries with ease, no questions asked. It
was the hope of all girls and boys when little to be one, especially street
urchins.
And a mating between an Alpha and an Omega? A once in a lifetime occurrence.
Derek strode towards the raised dais home to the bed that had been set up just
for tonight’s festivities, peeling off his leather gloves then dropping them to
the floor as he went. The boy—“Stiles,” he’d heard the boy’s father, a runner
for Bow Street, call him just a few days before—was curled up into himself in
the center of the mattress, naked. His back arched and body opened up and
stretched out towards Derek soon as Derek was near.
Stiles was a recently discovered Omega. In his first heat. Designed by nature
herself as the perfect mate for Derek and a very select few others of the ton.
But it was Derek’s mate that Stiles would be as Derek had been the Alpha to
realize just what Stiles was.
And it was only by pure luck that Derek had been in the right place at the
right time to come to that realization. He’d been out for a late night drink at
the gaming hells with his longtime friend, Alan Deaton, when a frantic servant
had come to fetch the doctor and bring him back to the Stilinski townhouse
posthaste because their master’s son was going through some type of unknown
ague that was burning him up from the inside out. Derek had decided to come
along as well, just for the hell of it. On first setting foot inside of
Stiles’s bedchambers, on first meeting Stiles’s glassy gaze, on first catching
a whiff of Stiles’s intoxicating scent, Derek had known.
It had been his red eyes, dropped fangs and threatening growl, all indicative
of his status as an Alpha, that had clued in everyone else present. Despite his
connection to Deaton and respect for Stilinski for what the man did to keep the
streets safe, the only reason either man was still alive was because neither
had tried to prevent Derek from gathering Stiles's scorching hot, sweaty body
close to his chest and walking out the door with him.
That had been three days ago. Derek would’ve knotted Stiles two and three-
quarters days ago, but he’d been forbidden to do so by his King who’d
personally shown up at Derek’s house not too long after the arrival of Derek
with Stiles.
Damn Deaton and his connections that allowed him direct access to the King as a
trusted advisor at all times of day and night.
The King wanted a showing of this mating, the first between an Alpha and an
Omega in nigh a century. Derek would’ve refused...but there was a feral part of
him, a big part of him that could not be ignored, that rejoiced loudly over the
idea of claiming Stiles in front of all to see. And that was the only reason
Derek had been able to allow his King, with his throat still intact, to leave
with Stiles.
Stiles had been sequestered safely away from Derek ever since while
arrangements for the mating were made and invites dispersed.
But now? Now it was time for Derek to stake a claim to what was his.
Lust of all those present was a cologne hanging heavy in the air, a lovely
aroma that was the perfect complement to events about to happen. A perfect
complement to Stiles’s sweetness that had increased exponentially since Derek
had last been in his presence, caused by the demands of Stiles’s body remaining
unfulfilled in all that time.
Before climbing the steps of the dais, Derek rid himself of his waistcoat and
long shirt, also tossing them down to the floor with no care as to where they
landed. Once up on the bed, he settled himself on top of Stiles and cloaked
Stiles’s body with his own, shielding him from the view of too curious eyes.
Derek may have been participating in this public spectacle at his King’s
command, and to satisfy an inherent, animalistic need deep within himself, but
there was only so much of his mate that he was willing to share and his mate’s
nude body was for him alone. The mostly darkened ballroom had been at Derek’s
behest as was the stipulation that any who wished to see stay back—way the fuck
back—either in the fringes or up on the balcony above. Derek had made it very
clear that the lives of any transgressors would be in danger of being forfeit
because, lest any forget, Derek was an Alpha.
The heat had Stiles too deep in its hold for him to truly be aware of what was
going on, but his legs parted open nonetheless, welcoming Derek. His softly
curved shaft lay flat against his belly and was the sweetest of enticements
that bade Derek stay.
A brush of his lips over Stiles’s plush, parted ones preceded Derek’s statement
of, “Would that we could’ve done this days earlier, while you were still here
enough with me to truly enjoy it.”
Stiles’s body would find fulfillment, of course, but that was a mindless
pleasure. Derek wanted more from this coupling, same as he did with all future
couplings between them. Much, much more. But that would all have to wait until
after this first knotting was done and Stiles came back to himself.
Derek freed his rigid cock. His erection poked through the fall flap of his
breeches and he placed the tip at Stiles’s wet, furled opening. So slick, so
hot, so ready and then—then Derek was all the way inside. He withdrew, then
immediately snapped his hips forward a second time.
A moan escaped Stiles and his already closed eyes screwed shut even tighter as
his eyebrows drew close together and his nostrils flared out as he breathed in
deep. This close, Derek could see each and every mole that dotted Stiles’s pale
face and he made a promise to one day find out what pleasures could be had from
using his tongue to connect all the decorative brown spots.
On his next push in, Derek felt his knot fully inflate and lock him into place.
Then he was coming deep inside of Stiles, the pleasure he felt so intense, the
creation of the mating bond so powerful in his body and soul, that he succumbed
to his enjoyment for several long moments before wrapping his hand around
Stiles’s pretty cock and bringing him off too.
It was long after the polite applause from their audience for a job well done,
and their subsequent exit, that Stiles finally opened his eyes. They were still
knotted together and his gaze was hazy with a heat satisfied for the moment by
that knotting, but not yet satiated in full.
Derek had only been able to spend a few, brief, precious moments with Stiles in
his carriage on the way to his house before the King had shown up and carted
Stiles off for safekeeping. There hadn’t been much time to get to know each
other very well, their tongues in each other’s mouths had even prevented Derek
from sharing with Stiles his name, but from what Derek had learned of Stiles,
he was convinced that Stiles was himself again based on Stiles’s current
statement of, “Fair warning, my lord, if you ever wait that long again to knot
me when I am in heat, I will cut your dick off so it is always available and at
my disposal whenever I need it.”
Life was going to be interesting from here on out, to say the least. But Derek
laughed regardless. For he had his mate. And that meant his life was going to
be perfect.
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