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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Underage, Drugged_Sex, Non-Consensual_Somnophilia, Forced
      Prostitution, More_tags_to_be_added_as_we_go, Parent/Child_Incest, Anal
      Sex, Anal_Fingering
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-13 Updated: 2015-06-18 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3175
****** A New Reality ******
by TheDarknessWithinYou
Summary
     John's life has changed dramatically since his wife left him
     homeless, penniless, jobless and with a young son to support. Now
     rent is past due and the landlord wants something that John wasn't
     prepared to give.
     ***Warning***Read Tags***No, Seriously***
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
A loud banging echoes through the tiny rundown studio apartment. All
electronics and furniture had long since been pawned or sold. The only things
left were a shabby old mattress, a few coloring books surrounded by broken
crayons and a picture frame with a smiling happy family that seemed to be
mocking the sad and broken people that occupied the space.
John was sitting on the old and saggy mattress watching his son, his only
family, draw around the edges of that already filled book. He tried to ignore
the banging, already knowing who was at the door, but when the shouting started
he rolled off the bed and headed to the door his head slung low with shame.
It hadn’t always been like this. They’d been a happy smiling family in a
moderate sized house with a decent amount of money in the bank. There was
always food in Stiles’ belly back then, but now John was lucky if he could put
Ramen on the table once a day. They often went to the soup kitchens to eat
among all the dirty and drunken people John had once passed by on the street
without a second thought.
Everything changed though when Claudia hit her ‘mid-life crisis’ as their
friends had called it at the time. John didn’t notice at first since it was his
wife that handled the finances, but she was burning through all the money he
had inherited from his parents and even the money brought in from his checks.
John didn’t find out until one day he came home and the lights had been turned
off. The next month was a whirlwind of one horrible realization after another.
In the end his wife had left him with their son and no money, no home and no
job after they found out Claudia had used his ID badge to get into the evidence
lock up at the station.
He had moved all their remaining possessions into the tiny apartment he now
lived in. Even worse than the apartment was the landlord. If John had any other
option he and Stiles would be gone then and there, but he was barely making
enough to pay the rent, keep the utilities on and the meager food he could. In
fact, he wasn’t making enough to pay the rent and they were three months
behind. John had managed to avoid his disgusting landlord until now, but by the
sounds at his door John knew his luck had run out.
“Stilinski! Open up! I know you’re in there!” John’s landlord yelled through
the thin door shaking on its flimsy frame from his fist.
John sighed and sent what he hoped was a reassuring smile toward Stiles before
raising up off the mattress on the floor and heading toward the door in defeat.
He removed the two chains and opened the deadbolt, finally turning the knob and
revealing his landlord. There was something about Derek that just rubbed John
the wrong way, and he had hated the man since he had set eyes on him.
Derek’s eyes narrowed on him as soon as the door was open. “Stilinski, you
better have money for me or you and your kid are out tonight. You owe me over
two grand in back rent!”
“Derek, you know things have been tight. I’m doing the best I can just to keep
us alive. Please,” John pleaded, his pride long since gone.
“Two grand, Stilinski. I’ve been a nice guy letting you and that cute kid of
yours stay here, but it’s going on three months. I need something, Stilinski,
or you're both out.”
John was at the end of his rope. “What? I don’t have anything left.”
The landlord leered at John. “Oh, you still have something I want.”
John gulped. He had never been with a man before, but he knew that that leer
meant. He was willing to do anything to keep his son with a roof over his head
and if that meant sleeping with a man, then that was all there was to it.
“What ever you want, I’ll do it. I’ll make it good,” John promised.
Derek just snorted. “No offence, but you’re not really my type.”
“Then what do you want,” John asked with equal amounts confusion and relief.
“I like my men like I like my a little younger,” Derek told him with a nod
toward Stiles still lying on the floor on his stomach, his little legs swinging
through the air as he colored.
“He’s just a boy, you sick fuck!” John raged.
“Old enough to count, old enough to mount. Look that’s the deal. I get your kid
for two hours and you get to live here another month rent free. I’ll be back in
an hour. Either be packed and out or slip this into his drink, either way this
is being handled tonight.” Derek slipped a small clear baggie with white powder
into John’s hand and disappeared down the hall.
He fucking knew there was something wrong with that guy, the fucking pervert.
If he was still a cop, John would have that guy already in his car in cuffs.
But he wasn’t a cop, he was a unemployed soon to be homeless man with a son.
John stared at the white pill in his hand. He couldn’t do that to his son. But
Stiles would never know. John had been a cop long enough to know what drug he
held. But John would always know what he had allowed done to his son. But it
would be worse on the streets, he wouldn’t be able to protect them both from
who knows what kind of people were out there.
John closed his eyes, his hand curling around the small bag. “Stiles, baby, you
want a glass of water?”
His son looked up from his coloring book and nodded. “Yes, please. Thank you,
Daddy.”
John went to their small kitchenette and turned on the tap to cold and let it
run for a minute before grabbing a glass from the cabinet. He filled the glass
in the running water, turned off the tap and placed the glass on the sink,
staring at it like it held all the answers to his problems. The horrible thing
was, it just might. With a sigh he opened the little bag that would change his
life and dumped it into the cold water, swirling the liquid around until the
powder was dissolved.
Grabbing the glass in his hand, John made his way back to his son. He handed
the glass to Stiles who sat up and clutched it with both hands, taking a big
gulp.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“No problem, son. Drink up,” John instructed, before collapsing to the mattress
on the floor. He watched as Stiles slowly drained the cup, placed it on the
floor next to him and went back to his coloring book. It wasn’t long before his
head started to droop.
“Daddy, ‘m sleepy,” Stiles mumbled, the words muffled by his book.
“Ok, baby. Time for bed,” John ordered. He scooped up his son from the floor
and placed him on the center of the mattress. By the time John had him covered
with their thin blanket his son was already out. The former Sheriff sat on the
side of the bed and watched his son, carding his fingers through the boys hair
as Stiles snuffled into the pillow.
John wasn’t sure how much time passed, but long before he was ready there came
a knock at the door. With a final sigh, John kissed his son’s hairline and went
to the door for the second time that night. As soon as he opened the door
Derek’s eyes zoned in on the mattress and it’s occupant.
A wide grin split the landlords face. “Excellent.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Derek couldn’t contain his enthusiasm as he saw the sleeping boy on the ratty
mattress on the corner. He had thought about this day for so long, but never
actually had the nerve to visit one of the least reputable establishments in
the city. He had a few...acquaintances who had been trying to convince him to
visit some of the boys, but Derek never actually had the balls to visit.
When former Sheriff Stilinski moved in with his beautiful little boy, staying
away from those places got a little easier. Why would he want some used up
little whore when this angelic piece of virgin territory was right in his
building. A couple of bucks worth of stolen surveillance equipment and a
illegal entry into Stilinski’s apartment and Derek had round the clock access
to his newest obsession.
Derek moved into the room with single minded focus but was stopped after a few
steps by a tight hand on his bicep.
“There’s going to be some rules,” John told him.
Derek narrowed his eyes at the man. “Like?”
“You need to use a condom and lube. No hurting him on purpose. He’s little and
you have to take that into consideration. No taking any pictures or video. Your
get an hour and it started when you walked in the door. And I’m staying here
the whole time.”
Derek just nodded and turned back to his prize. Nothing he hadn’t already
planned on or expected. Except for the video cameras, which John wouldn’t know
about anyway, and Derek sure as hell wasn’t telling. Two hours would have been
lovely, but he could make an hour work. He quickly tore his leather jacket off
his shoulders and kicked off his shoes and socks, discarding the clothing as he
walked toward the bed.
When he reached the bed he spent precious moments just staring down at the boy
he had watched obsessively over the past weeks. Derek dropped to his knees
beside the bed and slowly peeled the worn blanket away from the child revealing
pale skin, unmarked by time. He would prefer the boy naked (and in his own bed)
but Derek decided he liked the chance to unwrap this gift he had been given.
Stiles stirred a little, snuggling into the thin mattress as his skin broke out
in goosebumps in the chilly air in the apartment. Derek reached forward and
traced the thin arms, loving the feel of the tender flesh beneath his
fingertips. He has been half hard since seeing the boy ready for him, but blood
was rushing south at the feel of him finally after all this time.
The landlord ran his fingers up Stiles’ arms, over his shoulders, teasing the
flesh of his neck and finally cupping his soft cheek. Derek’s chest tightened
when the boy nuzzled his hand, showing quite clearly that he wanted this just
as much as Derek did. The man pushed on Stiles’ shoulder encouraging him to
roll on to his back and set about the task of ridding the boy of his clothes.
The shirt went first, baring a tiny somewhat underfed belly, small light pink
nipples and collar bones just begging to be nibbled on. Derek maneuvered the
boy, confidently that he couldn’t wake him up, and slipped the small shirt over
his head and threw it somewhere behind him. A quiet grunt and him glancing
around to see the shirt had landed on the former Sheriff where he was sitting
close to the bed watching the proceedings closely. Derek spared a smirk at the
man, but didn’t bother wasting any precious time on the man. Besides, he didn’t
want to antagonize him since he was looking forward to rent day the next month.
Derek straddled the small thin hips as he towered over the child. He was
overcome with lust at just how much he dwarfed Stiles. When the boy was awake
his personality always seemed to fill the room, but here unconscious beneath
Derek he just seemed so fragile. It was unbelievably hot and he was leaking in
his jeans just from this. Derek’s large hands caressed the small belly his
thumbs able to reach the tiny pink nipples at the same time. The man groaned as
the flesh perked up beneath his touch and leaned over to lick at the offerings.
The boy was so small Derek had to move his knees back until he was actually
straddling the boys legs so he could reach Stiles’ chest. He took his time
laving his chest, nipping at his neck before moving to capture the unresponsive
lips in a kiss.
His tongue dipped in, impatient for a taste. Derek took his time ravishing the
boys mouth while his free hands dropped to slip the pajama bottoms and
underwear off Stiles’ hips. He sat back up, his eyes drawn to the reddened skin
where his beard rubbed the tender flesh raw, but was quickly distracted by the
new sight revealed by his impatient hands. The boy cock was small and soft
lying between tender thighs, and looked so delicious that he had to dip in for
a taste. The light weight on his tongue, the boy smell in his nose, the sight
of the pale skin spread out before him. It was all too much, there just wasn’t
enough time.
Derek, unable to help himself any longer, quickly stripped off his remaining
clothes, baring his flushed dick to the room and removing the lube and condom
from his pocket before tossing the jeans. With both of them naked the
sensations were even more overwhelming. Derek took the moment to spread those
long coltish legs revealing what he had been so longing for. Stiles’ ass was
round and plump, his little boy pussy pink and just waiting for a hard cock
which Derek had every intention on giving him.
Wasting no time, Derek dove in head first. The man positioned his head between
the child’s thighs, his legs thrown over Derek’s broad shoulders. He licked at
the dry hole, getting the child sloppy wet before narrowing his tongue and
pressing in. The landlord fucked his tongue into the small hole, marveling at
how tight it was. His finger joined his tongue pressing in beside it, sliding
in the spit until it too was fucking in and out of Stiles.
When Derek was ready to add a second finger he sat back to watch as they
squeezed in, the fit so tight it was almost impossible to move so Derek leaned
in and spit on his fingers where they were moving in and out in small thrusts.
He repeated the same when he introduced the third and final finger until he was
finger fucking the boy hard and fast. It was time.
Derek pulled his fingers from the boy, quickly opening and slipping on the
condom and rubbing lube along his cock. With one hand he gripped the boys
ankles and lifting until the went and gaping hole was bared to him, with
Derek’s other hand he poured the remaining lube along the rim and inside the
child before throwing the packet away. He knelt up, positioning his cock right
at the rim and running the head of his prick through the sloppy lube.
This was it. Something he had been wanting for years, and the boy he had been
wanting for months. Derek’s hips pressed forward, and immediately he knew this
was something he would never give up. He had to fuck in hard to get the wide
head of his cock through and the tightness was the most wonderful thing. Derek
forced his way into the child’s stubborn asshole. It was like Stiles was trying
to keep him out, but in the end Derek was the stronger and the boy was still
asleep as Derek bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping against the firm globes
of the boy’s ass. He had to stop and catch his breath as he was slightly
overwhelmed with finally getting what he had always wanted, to be balls deep in
a little boy.
When he was able to move without immediately coming, Derek spread the boy’s
legs holding one ankle in each hand in the air and he began to slow hard fuck
the boy. Derek’s eyes keep darting from the boy’s peaceful face as he flopped
around with the force of this thrusts and then down to where his cock was
penetrating the small hole.
Derek moaned aloud as he sped up his thrusts, he didn’t know how long he had
left but he wanted to finish before the hour was up. He had to grip the boy’s
thin hips and pull him back onto his cock because he was fucking him so hard
the boy was moving up the bed. Derek knew there would be bruises, but he
couldn’t help but think forward to the next day when the little child would
wonder where they came from, with no knowledge of just how hard Derek had used
his sleeping body the night before.
The large man shoved his cock into the drugged child harder and harder,
fingertips biting into tender flesh, the sick squelch and loud slap of his
balls against Stiles’ ass echoed through the apartment. Derek’s own breathing
was harsh and he was so fucking close. A slight moan broke through the other
sounds in the apartment and that was enough to set Derek off. His eye rolled
back in his head as his hips faltered and pumped his come into the condom. Even
then he wished it was going straight into the boy so he could lick it out of
him.
When he was spent, Derek collapsed down to one arm barely holding him above the
boy. He carefully flipped their positions so his softening cock stayed inside
Stiles and the boy was now laying on his chest. Stiles’ body moved up and down
with the harsh panting Derek was unable to control even as he came down from
the greatest orgasm of his life. He stroked the boy’s hair and bare back
enjoying the pressure around his cock for the last few minutes he had. Until
next time at least, because there was no doubt in Derek’s mind he would have
Stiles beneath him again, hopefully squirming and whimpering as he looked into
Derek’s eyes.
“Hours up, Hale. Your out,” Stilinski’s voice broke through the hush that had
descended on the room.
Derek only grunted, but obediently slid out of his cock sleeve. He quietly and
quickly dressed, subtly slipping Stiles’ discarded Spiderman briefs into his
jacket pocket. The landlord’s eyes darted to the man watching his son with
indecipherable eyes, still clutching the shirt Derek had thrown in his lap.
“I’ll be seeing you and your perfect little boy on the 1st, Stilinski. Rent’s
due,” Derek told the man, closing the door quietly behind him.
---
Back in the apartment John tossed his son’s shirt to the floor revealing what
he tried his best to hide from his pervert of a landlord. He stood from the
floor, his rock hard cock pointing the way toward his son and John couldn’t do
anything but follow.
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