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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      smoking!Stiles, Character_Death, Marriage_Proposal, Same-Sex_Marriage,
      Anal_Sex, softcore, Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-26 Words: 727
****** Ashes to Ashes ******
by Delilullaby
Summary
     Stiles and Derek have been together for 2 years, as Stiles grew older
     with Derek he gained the habit of smoking, but as smoking goes...it
     can kill.
Stiles is now 19 years old. He has now become more adult than he will ever be.
Being in love with an older man; Derek. Who he has sex with practically every
day. Both of them had been together for over 2 years now, they were madly in
love. Although since Stiles was 19 there were things he had began to try. Once
he turned 18 last year Stiles grew the habit of smoking. He would smoke at-
least 2-3 times a day. Derek didn't seem to mind much, but he did mind about
the taste of Stiles hot mouth. He used to taste sweet, with a rich taste of
coca-cola. But now he just taste like ashes.
Stiles lay in bed, naked. A cigarette poking out between his lips. Derek just
came out the shower and was now walking into the smoky room. "Hey..." Stiles
greeted with a cute smile on his face. Stiles put out his cigarette in an ash-
tray that was placed neatly on the bedside table. Derek sat by him as he dried
his hair. Stiles pulled him close and gave him a hot fiery kiss, his mouth
still tasting of smoke.
They both kissed passionately, by the second it would deepen.
Derek began to work his fingers inside Stiles. The sound of moans filled the
room. "Ahh! Derek...I want you!" Stiles begged, pulling at Derek's hardened
cock. "In a second, Stiles..." Derek replied frustratedly. Licking at Stiles
pale neck, shoving his fingers deep inside him, having his cock pulled on
impatiently...it all felt so amazing.
Derek let his fingers free of Stiles and shoved all of his dick inside him with
one quick movement. "Oh god! Derek." Stiles moaned out. Stiles grasped around
Derek's muscular shoulders and pulled him in a tight embrace so he could give
him his desperate and delicate kiss. Thrusting fast into him, grinding deeper
inside Stiles. It all felt exhilarating. Stiles claws at Derek's back and
kissed him gently as he was doing so.
Nearing that tight but warm feeling beneath his skin, he could already feel the
climax over taking him. Derek came hard into him, coating all inside him.
"Dereeeeek!!" Stiles groaned out.
Derek pulled out his aching cock and settled down beside Stiles. They held
hands and kissed for a good 10 minutes. Stiles gazed at his beloved partner and
gave him a last gentle kiss on his forehead before rolling onto his side and
letting Derek hold him from behind. Together they lay in the light of the
sunset that beamed out between the trees and through the dirty windows.
Derek stroked Stiles chocolate brown hair before reaching over to his own
bedside table. He pulled open a drawer and grasped a small navy blue box from
it. Closing the drawer with his fist of which was gripped around the velvet box
he then placed the OBJECT in-front of Stiles face.
"Stiles?"
"Hm?" Stiles responded with his eyes closed.
"Open your eyes, Stiles..." Derek responded calmly.
Stiles beautiful golden eyes fluttered open as he watched Derek gradually open
the small box in-front of him. Inside the box was a small, shining, silver ring
with a tiny diamond perched on the top. Stiles eyes widened with shock.
"Will you marry me, Stiles?"
---
Derek stood to the side of his house. Gazing down with teary eyes at the grave
that laid out before him. Beside him was Scott and Sheriff Stilisnki. All three
of them looking down at the fresh grave.
"Here lies: "Stiles" Stilinski ~Died 2016~"
Derek was there till the sunset and everyone had left. Sobbing. Sitting at the
foot of the grave looking over it. "I'll always love you, Stiles..." Derek
spoke out truthfully.
Derek got up and took his last look at the grave before walking back into his
crooked mansion.
Derek paced to a dusty table that was standing in the middle of the room. On
the table was a gun. Derek took the gun in his hand and held it up to the side
of his head.
Hands shaking.
Heart breaking.
He loved Stiles.
And he always will.
Derek pulled on the trigger.
A burst of crimson blood splattered across the room and was left with a heavy
thud to the floor.
Beside the gun that was loosened from Derek's grip, lay a packet of Stiles old
cigarettes.
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