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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Stiles_Stilinski/Derek_Hale/Deucalion, Derek
      Hale/Deucalion
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Deucalion_(Teen_Wolf)
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome, bareback, Oral_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Sex, Mating_Cycles/In
      Heat, Light_Dom/sub, bottom!Derek, Rimming, Fingersucking, Stalion,
      sterek, Stalionek
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-31 Words: 3527
****** Abandoned Amusement Parks Are Still Fun ******
by ColetheWolf
Summary
     Stiles and Derek head into an abandoned amusement park with the
     intentions of killing members of the alpha pack. Deucalion's a tricky
     son of a bitch though, who cleverly plays on Derek's heartbeat and
     Stiles' scent of arousal. Tides change and the original plan of
     murder switches to a threesome with Derek in the middle.
Notes
     Idk why, but I just really wanted to do this fic. I find the whole
     Stiles/Derek/Deucalion pretty hot. I call this threesome ship,
     "STALIONEK". (It's a mix of "Stalion" and "Sterek".)
     NOTE: Like in the show, Stiles is 16 years old here.
     About Deucalion: I literally had no clue how to write Deucalion. I
     started off, then half way through realized I was writing him just
     like how I write Peter...so I changed it. I didn't want Deucie to be
     all bad-touchy and stuff, so I made him laid back, yet still the head
     alpha in charge. Pretty manipulative....anyways. Enjoy :)
     I wrote it really lazily so please excuse any typos and bad flow.
     It's unbeta'd.
See the end of the work for more notes
As soon as Stiles and Derek drove up to the abandoned fairgrounds, they felt an
intense awareness of uncertainty hit them like a truck. In horror movies, it
was never wise to willingly walk into anywhere with the name ‘abandoned’ in the
name. Since both Stiles’ and Derek’s lives had become a horror movie in it’s
own respect, the wise choice would have been to get back into the camaro and
get the hell out of there.
They couldn’t run away though. After months of strategically planning a take-
down plan for the alpha pack, they finally had one finished. They were finally
about to do it. Just why did the alpha pack have to strike up residence in a
creepy, old amusement park?
With the moon illuminating the clear, strangely brown tinted midnight sky,
Derek took the lead as the two strode into the amusement park cautiously.
Stiles lagged behind with a flashlight in one hand and a wolf’s bane bullet
loaded pistol in the other. He remained as alert as a human could possibly be.
The two walked past a couple of rusty ticket taker booths before they came up
to an old gate.
The gate was locked up with a chain, but Derek slashed through the metal
skillfully with his extended claws. He set the chain down onto the ground
before he pushed the gate open and walked into what was once a crowded city
corner for purchase of over priced stale cotton candy and puke drenched
carnival themed rides.
“Do you smell them?” Stiles whispered while he walked alongside Derek’s direct
right.
Derek pointed diagonally towards an unlit building that once played its part as
a fake theatre that showcased crappy black and white movies.
“Ol’ Theatro’s? I used to love that attraction when I was little. Really bad
quality movies, but I lost my sixth baby tooth chewing a piece of pizza in that
place. Oh the memor-”
“Be quiet. Follow me and get ready.” Derek walked towards the theatre slowly.
Once the two of them got to the entrance, Stiles rose his pistol ready to fire
and Derek’s eyes flashed red. They walked in and kept their eyes focused while
the looked for one of the alpha pack members. No one was in sight.
It was just an empty room with busted theatre seats and a slashed movie screen.
Small lights along the walls flickered. All in all, the alpha pack hunter duo
got shivers down their spines as they walked deeper into the eerie unknown.
Stiles’ eyes darted back in forth while he looked for movement. “Are you sure
they’re here? Nobody is here. This place doesn’t even looked lived in.”
“I can smell them. They’re here....somewhere.” Derek explained.Stiles stood
quietly with his flashlight and scanned the room with it. “Dude, nobody is
here.”
“You haven’t checked every inch of this place yet.” A voice spoke from the
darkness. Stiles pointed his pistol towards the voice and shot once. As gun
smoke faded, Stiles just assumed the alpha he shot at was dead until the man
walked out of the shadows.
“Aim, shoot, and kill? Are you serious? What if I was a poor, defenseless
child? You would have just killed a child right there.” The man explained.
“Well, you’re not.” Derek spat back. His eyes flared red and his claws kept
sharp.
“You’re right. I’m not a child. Instead I am one-fifth of the alpha pack. The
name is Deucalion. Yes, like the son of Prometheus. Spelled exactly the same
way, but no...I am not Greek.”
“Must have been a hard name to live with.” Stiles replied and Derek glared at
him with the look of “stop talking so nicely to the enemy”. Stiles just
shrugged it off.
Deucalion laughed. “Some people- who wish to spare their tongues a troubling
trial- call me ‘Duke’.”
Deucalion stood at just about the same height as Derek. Maybe just a tad bit
taller. He looked to be in his forties, but Stiles couldn’t tell for sure. It
was possible that werewolves aged differently than humans. His hair looked like
it was spun from spools of rich gold. No lie. His hair was cut sharply and
slicked back with hair product too. Deucalion’s jawline was fairly dusted with
short stubble. It was the kind of stubble that made you want to reach out and
touch. Again, no lie. For a guy who lived in an abandoned amusement park, he
certainly kept his appearance to the highest possible degree.
Deucalion’s eyes were what stood out the most out of all of his unquestionably
handsome features. Surprisingly, they even stood out more than his herculean
muscles that looked to be trying to tear the man’s shirt to shreds. His eyes
were like emeralds of a sea-water green and blue combo. Even through the
darkness of the theatre, they kind of sparkled.
Stiles rose his pistol to Deucalion once again. “It doesn’t matter what your
nickname is. We came here to kill you.”
Deucalion put his hands up in the air like he were cornered by police. “Shoot
if you must, but bullets can’t kill me.” He sniffed the air then smirked. “Even
if they are laced with wolf’s bane. I may be a werewolf, but I am the alpha of
a pack of alphas. I can’t be put down that easily.”
“Then I’ll tear you apart.” Derek growled.
Deucalion bit his inner cheek in question. He walked closer to Derek. “You’re
lying. My, my, you are almost perfect at keeping your heart from divulging your
lies. I almost couldn’t hear it in your heartbeat.” Deucalion got even closer
to Derek. “You’re quite tame for an alpha. The kind that can’t bear the sight
of gushing blood and guts. I can sense that about you. You’re heartbeat plays
an unusual tune.”
Deucalion rose his hand to Derek’s chest but didn’t touch. “Do you mind--what
is your name?” He asked, and Derek shook his head ‘no’ warily.
“It’s Derek...”
Deucalion pressed his hand softly to Derek’s firm chest. “Ah, Derek. While an
alpha’s heart is supposed to beat with the lust for dominance, yours lusts for
submission.” Duke smirked and began to gently caress Derek’s pectorals.
Derek stood confused. One side of him was still focused on killing Deucalion,
while the other side of his was fogging up with confusion and heat.
“He’s a very attractive werewolf, isn’t he?” Duke turned to look at Stiles as
he questioned.
Stiles rolled his eyes and lowered his pistol, but then Duke walked towards him
and he gripped it tighter. “Envy is a nasty color. Don’t be jealous. Especially
since you are even more attractive.” Duke smiled. “What is your name?”
“Stiles. It’s Stiles, and I really don’t feel like getting felt up by some
alpha loon, so back the fuck off.” Stiles snapped and stepped away.
“Fine by me. I’m not into the whole ‘you do as I say’ thing that seems to go
around a lot here in Beacon Hills.” Deucalion shrugged. “I just thought you’d
want to participate in what I’m looking to do with Derek over there.”
“Sex in an abandoned theatre with you two? No way in hell. First off, i’m not
attracted to either one of you. And second, i’m nobody’s bitch.” Stiles pointed
his index finger to Duke’s chest.
Duke crossed his arms. “I don’t know if you usually get away with lying, but I
smelled your ‘semi’ the moment you walked in here all high and mighty, Stiles.
Working with an attractive partner is hard. Especially when you just want to
tear their clothes off for the majority of the time that you’re together.”
Deucalion turned his head to eye Derek who was still unsure of the situation he
was in.
“I understand completely. I know you’re not anybody’s bitch. His heart may lust
for submission, but yours doesn’t.” Deucalion winked.
Stiles stood motionless as he watched Deucalion walk back over to Derek. Never
in a million years did he think that he’d ever actually want to have sex with
two alpha werewolves in an amusement park. Stiles couldn’t deny the fact that
he did. Duke could smell it and Derek probably could too. If for some reason
they couldn’t smell it, all they’d have to do was look down at Stiles’ crotch
to see his erection. Stiles couldn’t hide it. Even with his boxer briefs a size
too small, the elastic cotton couldn’t hold down his cock.
Once Deucalion got back over to Derek, he stood in front of him and tapped his
claw to Derek’s chin. Derek’s eyes flashed red like hot coals, before he sunk
down to his knees like a brick put in water. Stiles watched from a distance.
When Derek’s knees touched down to the theatre’s floor, he looked up to
Deucalion's eyes. He watched the sea-water green pigment swirl into a bright
flashy red. It was at that moment that Derek felt something deep inside himself
twitch and sting with rejoice. It was something deep inside his soul. Derek’s
deepest and most darkest desire had finally been fulfilled. He had been given
the chance to submit, so he took it. He was now Deucalion’s to use...at least
for the time being.
Deucalion brought his finger down to softly graze at Derek’s lip. Derek closed
his eyes in response while his tongue darted out to lap at the skin of the
other alpha’s finger. When Deucalion’s finger pushed in beyond his lips, Derek
moaned softly to himself.
Deucalion’s skin tasted mostly like dirt and sweat. Although, Derek could have
sworn he tasted a hint of dried blood. He couldn’t figure out if he had
imagined that taste for a moment since his taste buds couldn’t differentiate as
he was too caught up in a high. Ultimately, Deucalion got up to putting three
of his fingers in Derek’s mouth. Derek remained obedient and kept suction.
Stiles remained near the entrance of the theatre. It took a few minutes, but
eventually Stiles gave in and began touching himself through his jeans. He set
his pistol down to the ground and pleased his own body with hard and rough
scrapes at his erection. Stiles could even feel the heat of his cock seeping
through the denim of his jeans. It only turned Stiles’ on more when Deucalion
upped the game and put two more fingers down Derek’s throat. All the late
nights in bed fantasizing and masturbating to the thought of Derek sucking
things that were placed into his mouth was at last a reality.
While one piece of Stiles’ conscious mind told him to walk over and join the
fun, another piece of his mind told him to keep his distance. He was unsure if
alphas got protective and feral during sexual situations. If Stiles walked over
there...would he be torn limb from limb for his mistake? Did Deucalion only
want to lure both he and Derek into a trap so that the alpha pack could pop out
and murder them? Stiles wasn’t certain.
Deucalion kept his fingers in Derek’s mouth, but turned to look at Stiles. “He
wants you. He wants us. Do you hear that?” He asked. Stiles stepped closer.
There was some sort of deep, low growling noise coming from Derek. It was like
he was purring. It struck Stiles as strange since werewolves weren’t a part of
the feline family.
“He’s purring?” Stiles asked. He stepped even closer with his eyes set on
Deucalion’s, and his hand still gripped onto his throbbing cock.
“Not exactly. But it’s something close to it. Werewolves typically do it when
they’re in heat, and...your friend here is going into it.” Duke explained. He
slipped his fingers out of Derek’s mouth and turned to fully face Stiles.
“Going into heat like a dog? As in there’s a mating season for werewolves?”
“There is a mating season. It begins in a few weeks, but your friend is feeling
the early effects of it now.” Deucalion smirked and ran his fingers through
Derek’s hair. “We’re going to have some fun now. They offer is still on the
table. If you want to join then just step on over.”
Derek stood up from the ground and walked over to the back of an old theatre
chair. He bent himself over it. Derek spread his legs as wide as he could get
them even though his pants restricted full movement.
Deucalion walked behind him and ran his hands over Derek’s ass cheeks. They
were firm and toned with muscle, yet had a sexy ability to bounce when
Deucalion slapped them. Deucalion reached around Derek’s waist to grab at his
belt. He unbuckled it and pulled it off quickly before he threw it to the
ground. He then unbuttoned Derek’s pants and tugged them down slowly.
As Derek’s pants slid down to his ankles, both Stiles and Deucalion watched
attentively as the sight underneath the denim revealed itself. Derek was
wearing skin-tight, light blue boxer briefs. The way they hugged Derek’s firm
ass made Stiles drool. The actual sight was way better than any fantasy Stiles
used to get off to sometimes.
Derek arched his back and shot his ass higher up into the air for the two horny
spectators to gawk at. Stiles and Deucalion were there strictly for the
entertainment, while Derek was perfectly fine with being the main event.
Stiles and Deucalion had just about lost their minds when Derek’s own hand
reached back to play with his hole through the boxers.
Deucalion sank to his knees behind Derek’s ass. He gripped both sides of
Derek’s boxers then tugged them down. With his hands, he spread Derek’s cheeks
apart to get a full view of his tight, puckered hole. He then shot his tongue
deep into Derek’s entrance.
Derek rolled his neck when Deucalion’s tongue pushed in. The feeling of the hot
wetness and strength of Deucalion’s tongue sent a feeling equal to an
electrical charge trickling throughout Derek’s body. His knees wobbled with
thrill as Deucalion kept great rimming tenacity. He let out a loud growl the
moment he felt Deucalion’s hand reach around and grasp his own hard cock.
Deucalion smiled when he grabbed onto Derek. The alpha was uncut just like most
werewolves, but Duke enjoyed the ability to tug at his foreskin. Derek moaned
loudly when he did it. Derek’s cock was thicker rather than longer. With a full
length of six and a half inches, Derek was around average size for the human
male. It was nothing to be ashamed about, but it made Deucalion snort with
laughter under his breath. He was way larger than Derek and couldn’t wait to
humiliate him over it at first chance.
“Stiles...My mouth.” Derek moaned. His eyes continued to flash red
spontaneously. He licked his lips and coated them with hot saliva as he waited
for Stiles to take action.
Stiles was unsure of what Derek wanted exactly. In fact, it was the first time
Stiles had ever heard Derek say something in such a lust filled tone of voice.
He almost couldn’t function properly to respond with reasonable question. “Your
mouth, what?”
Derek growled then bit deep into his lip when he felt Deucalion press his
tongue deeper.
“Fill my mouth.” He demanded.
Stiles’ eyes widened at Derek’s request. His cock pumped hot with blood in
anticipation. Stiles quickly found himself looking to Deucalion for the answer.
He didn’t know why though. After all, he had only met Deucalion about fifteen
minutes before the whole situation. Who was he to look to for answers? Stiles
still did it anyways.
Deucalion stayed silent except for a grin that stretched across his face.
Stiles took the message then cautiously walked around to the aisle in-between
the rows of theatre chairs so that he could stand directly in front of Derek.
Derek watched as Stiles unzipped his jeans. He could already see the outline of
Stiles’ bulge, yet a buzz of excitement settled in Derek’s stomach when he
realized he was about to see Stiles up close and personal. As Stiles let his
jeans fall around his ankles, Derek took a whiff of the pre-cum that had soaked
into the crotch of Stiles’ plaid boxers. Stiles then stepped out of his jeans
and underwear, but kept his shoes on. Derek watched Stiles’ cock bounce and
pulsate and he moved around.
Without even the tiniest of warning, Derek jolted his entire body forward to
wrap his lips around Stiles’ cock. When he did, Stiles gasped and clutched onto
Derek’s slick hair for control.
“Fuck.” Stiles breathed. Instantly, Derek took pleasuring Stiles’ cock as his
mission. With a steady rhythm of fast and hard, he bobbed up and down on
Stiles.
Stiles was definitely well endowed... especially for being only sixteen years
old. His cock stood strong and hard at a length of seven and half inches, cut.
Big, low hanging balls hung prominently under Stiles’ dick. They occasionally
slapped against Derek’s stubbled chin as he sucked. Derek got even more turned
on by that.
With Stiles moaning across from him, Deucalion quit with the rimming and stood
up. He unzipped his black trousers to reveal his thick, uncut cock that kept
erect to a full eight inches.
Deucalion grabbed both of Derek’s arms and held them in place as he let his
cock press against Derek’s entrance. Deucalion bent over so that his mouth was
level with Derek’s ear. He whispered.
“We’re both bigger than you, Derek.” Deucalion snickered then slammed into
Derek’s ass with full force. Derek’s body pitched forward. His stomach jammed
into the the theatre chair while his mouth involuntarily took Stiles’ cock
deeper into his throat. Derek gagged with moan and a slurp.
“God, you feel so good.” Stiles moaned. His gaze connected with Deucalion and
then the two thrust into Derek’s open holes at the same time. A synchronized
fuck session that left both of Derek’s available entrances with a soreness that
even the werewolf healing factor wouldn’t get rid of so easily.
“So tight...” Deucalion let out in-between thrusts. “...You haven’t done this
in a long time, have you?”
Derek just groaned in response while Stiles skull fucked him.
Stiles’ rapid hip thrusts hit an all time high. With the drop of his jaw and a
silent scream, Stiles shot his load down Derek’s hot throat. The feeling as his
cock twitched inside of Derek was like no other. It was way better than any of
his wet dreams about Derek. Definitely no competition.
Stiles pulled out of Derek’s throat and wiped some beaded sweat off of his
forehead. He looked down and watched as some of his hot cum ran down the
corners of Derek’s lips. Derek tried to swallow it all, but to no prevail.
There was just too much.
It was not a surprise to Deucalion that Stiles finished first. After all,
Stiles was a teenager and weren’t teenagers supposed to get off lickity split?
The thing that actually surprised Deucalion was that he, himself finished
second.
With a few hard and inconsistent thrusts into Derek’s hole, Deucalion shot his
load. With a loud grunt, his eyes flashed red one last time before he pulled
out to watch his load leak from Derek’s abused ass. His cum poured out in
rivulets. It dripped down Derek’s hairy thighs before it slid all the way down
his leg.
Derek howled when he felt the first stream of cum paint his inner walls.
Typically it couldn’t be felt, by Deucalion shot with such force that it was.
Derek loved it. He wanted to play that same sensation for his body over and
over again.
Deucalion gripped onto Derek’s neglected cock and jerked it ferociously as
Stiles watched. Derek gripped onto the chair he was hunched over with his
claws. He allowed them to tear into the already destroyed fabric as he bordered
on wolfing out completely. Deucalion kept speed on his dick, and eventually
Derek’s body jolted at orgasm. A splash of fresh cum hit the filthy floor of
the theatre as it poured from Derek’s cock. Streams of seed kept coming until
it turned into a slow and oozing drip.
Derek caught his breath and stood up. He stood in-between both Deucalion and
Stiles with a worn and tired expression on his face. With Stiles’ cum on his
chin, Deucalion’s cum down his leg and his own cum still oozing from his cock,
Derek was a complete mess. He ran his hands through his sweaty hair and
exchanged glances between both of the guys who had just fucked him.
Deucalion patted Stiles on the shoulder. “Good luck with this one.” He gestured
to Derek. “He’s going into heat a bit early this year, so he’s going to want
more sex. It shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?” He asked. Stiles shook his
head ‘no’.
“Then do you want to go again right now? This time with me down his throat and
you up his ass?” Deucalion asked with a grin. Stiles and Derek shook their
heads in agreement.


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