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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Nogitsune/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Nogitsune_(Teen_Wolf), Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Non-Consensual, Topping_from_the_Bottom, Stiles_is_canon_age, Canon-
      Typical_Violence, Blow_Jobs, Dry_Humping, Explicit_Sexual_Content
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-11 Words: 4423
****** Beautiful Chaos ******
by WhisperedWords12
Summary
     Stiles has always pinned over Derek and the nogitsune is inclined to
     give Stiles exactly what he wants.
Notes
     STRONGEST OF WARNINGS, please please please read the tags.
     Be safe everyone.
Derek woke up in a dark room, tied to a chair.
He looked around slowly, his head feeling a little fuzzy. He was positioned in
the middle of the room, his ankles individually cuffed to their respective
chair leg, his hands tied around the back.
He tested his restraints. They didn't budge, likely laced with wolfs bane.
Derek sighed, looking around. He was alone, but curiously someone had taken off
his shirt. It honestly didn’t surprise him. The number of times hunters tied
him up without a shirt was striking.
Fuck his head hurt. Someone had definitely drugged him. It was wearing off
though, He focused on shifting, but found himself still unable to.
Definitely wolfs bane.
A door opened. Derek's head snapped up, straining to see. Whoever it was had
known what they were doing.
A figure emerged out of the darkness, yellow eyes reflecting back at him.
Derek's stomach clenched. "I assume I'm not talking to Stiles right now?"
A laugh, dark and low. The figure reached up, seemingly pulling something out
of the air.
A pale light flickered on, only strong enough to illuminate the area Derek and
the nogitsune occupied.
If Derek could only use one word to describe the boy in front of him it would
be delicate. The nogitsune was delicate and calculated in ways that Stiles
could never be on his own. The vulnerability and softness of Stiles’ body
couldn't be mistaken for weakness, not when the thing that currently occupied
it was in charge.
Long fingers dropped the light switch. The nogitsune cocked its head, stepping
forward.
"The boy is here.” It said, almost bored. “He's screaming, trying to separate
himself from me." The nogitsune laughed. "I'm weak, but not that weak."
Derek frowned, “Weak?”
The nogitsune smiled. It looked wrong on Stiles’ face. It took a step forwards
and lashed out suddenly, grabbing holding of Derek’s chin. Stiles’ blunt
fingernails dug into the flesh there, cutting. The force of the hold would
likely leave bruises until the wolfs bane worked its way out of his system.
The nogitsune leaned down, running its nose in what could almost be called an
affectionate manner up Derek’s cheekbone, its breath hot against his skin. It
inhaled deeply and pulled back, letting go of Derek’s face.
It laughed. Derek hated that laugh. It was just enough Stiles to make him feel
hopefully, but too twisted to be anything but evil. “You’ve been busy, Derek.”
It said, circling him.
Derek kept still. Big picture, he was in a lot of trouble. Right this moment,
he was okay. As long as the Nogitsune was feeling content, Derek was safe. The
problem was that the thing inside Stiles was volatile.
The nogitsune continued. “I’m hungry, Derek. And when I’m hungry, I’m weaker.”
It chuckled. “Weaker, but not weak.”
The air crackled. Derek tried not to shiver, eyes trained on Stiles’ slim
frame. Slimmer even since the last time Derek had seen him. Stiles was starving
as much as the nogitsune was.
“You have been taking what is mine.” The nogitsune said, eyes flashing. “I can
forgive one mistake, maybe two…” A pause. “But not the extent of what you have
done.” It stopped circling and sighed. “I have a reputation to uphold. You’re
hurting two of us and I’m growing fond of Stiles.”
Its eyes were absolutely dangerous when it looked down at Derek, stepping
closer. “We are starving.”
Derek anticipated a hit or something. What he didn’t anticipate was the almost
kind expression that formed on Stiles’ face.
The nogitsune slid onto Derek's lap, making him jump.
Another laugh as the nogitsune ran its fingers along Derek's jaw, in a mock
attempt to soothe him. "Just so you know, Stiles wants this too. That's what
really solidified my choice. I could have taken anyone from the Pack." The
nogitsune said. It was calm, calculating. Its fingers dipped down to Derek's
neck, eyes carefully fixed to its work. Derek held on that that. This wasn't
Stiles, even though it wore his body. This was something else, something old
and terrifying. The look of pure crazed fixation a look that Derek would never
see on Stiles. Derek focused on that.
"I could have chosen Scott..." the nogitsune continued, fingers slipping down
to Derek's collar bone. "But there something about you..." the fingers
continued to his peck, palm kneading at the muscle there. Derek's breath caught
as fingers circled his nipple. "That Stiles really likes." The nogitsune
finished, letting out a breathy laugh. Its smile was twisted. "And I've grown
found of Stiles. We're becoming one and I want to make him happy."
"I can probably think of a hundred other things that would make Stiles happy,"
Derek said. He'd meant to sound bored, but his voice was suddenly coming out a
little rough.
The nogitsune gave him a knowing look, leaning down to where its fingers
continued to play with Derek's nipple.
Derek tried to arch away, but couldn't move any further back in the chair. The
nogitsune paid no mind to his squirming. A hand slid up Derek's ribs, gripping
tightly to hold him in place. Its tongue flicked out testingly, just grazing
the bud. Derek couldn't help the twitch of his hips against the nogitsune. Its
breath warmed his flesh as it chuckled, then licked an aggressive stripe up
Derek's peck over the nipple again.
Derek bit his lip, trying not to make a sound. The fingers on his side were
bruising. He tried to focus on that.
But it wasn't enough. The nogitsune shifted, settling in more comfortably on
his lap as it pulled back. Honestly, it had settled almost perfect against
Derek’s dick, every twitch and vibration of Stiles’ body travelling down,
pooling heat in into Derek’s stomach.
Derek sucked in a breath, trying to focus his thoughts on anything else.
"I think you know by now what's going to happen." It said.
Derek gave it a hard look, not giving it the satisfaction of an answer.
It laughed and cupped the back of Derek’s head, lowering its mouth to Derek’s
neck. Derek was left helpless as it used Stiles’ lips to lock onto the skin
just under his jawline.
As if that wasn’t enough, the nogitsune began rocking its hips in short little
experienced motions.
Derek moaned, pulling against his restraints in an attempt to get to Stiles.
This wasn’t right. It was impossible that this is what Stiles wanted, not like
this.
The nogitsune moaned against his throat, the motions of his hips getting
bolder. Derek could feel himself growing as the friction persisted. Not to
mention the fact that he could no long ignore how hard Stiles was getting
against his abdomen.
Derek groaned. “Stop.”
The nogitsune ignored him, teeth sinking in.
The problem was that it felt good. Derek wanted to lean into it, wanted more,
but this wasn’t Stiles. No part of what was happening was right.
Derek growled, low and dangerously, flashing his teeth. Or he would have if
they had retracted like they were supposed it.
It did the trick though. The nogitsune jolted back, putting some distance
between itself and Derek. It looked at Derek, taking in his human form with
calculating eyes. It brought a hand up, gently running it along the newly
formed mark on Derek’s neck. Then it drew it back and struck.
The crack resounded across the room, the sound almost as stunning as the hit
had been.
A crisp silence filled the room as Derek recovered from it, vision blurring
around the edges.
“You forget yourself,” the nogitsune said.
One of Stiles’ fingers looked broken from the sheer force of the hit. The
nogitsune looked down, following Derek’s line of vision to Stiles’ hand. It
reached down, setting the finger back into place with a grotesque pop. It held
up Stiles’ hand, inspecting it. Derek recognized the healing process taking
place.
The nogitsune looked satisfied, turning the hand over. It reached up and took
its time getting a proper hold on Stiles’ wrist. “I want to remind you what is
at stake here, Derek.” The nogitsune said, its voice back to a deceiving calm.
It was the dangerous type of calm, the kind where someone was likely to get
hurt. “At the end of this, I will let you go. Alive. Stiles and I will walk out
of this room feeling fully satisfied. These things I promise you…” it said.
There was a pause. Derek didn’t dare interrupt as it contemplated Stiles’ hand
again. “But if you disobey me…” it continued, “I will use the resources I
have.”
Derek frowned. “There’s really nothing you can threaten me with,” Derek said
quietly.
The nogitsune smiled and snapped Stiles’ wrist.
Derek yelled “No!” at about the same time as Stiles’ face pinched into an
expression of pain and fear, a blood-curdling scream omitting from his mouth.
Derek blanched. The nogitsune wouldn’t have cared about a broken wrist.
Stiles wailed, clutching his broken wrist to his chest and thrashed against
Derek, curling in on himself in pain.
“Stiles?” Derek asked, stomach twisting. He felt like he was going to vomit.
“Derek,” Stiles whimpered, tears streaking down his face.
“Stiles, shit, Stiles. I didn’t know he would—“
Stiles cut him off, sobbing against his chest. “Don’t, Derek don’t let him—“
As suddenly as it started, it was over. Stiles’ body straightened up slowly.
Tear marks lay across an almost bored expression as the nogitsune took control
again. It set Stiles’ wrist without so much as a twitch and wiped Stiles’
cheeks dry.
It paused, looking Derek over.
“Don’t make me have to hurt Stiles again.” It said. There was no affection in
its voice. It would easily do again if Derek gave it a reason.
Derek nodded.
The nogitsune smiled. “Excellent. So where were we?”
Derek paled. There was no way he wanted to follow through with anything that
the nogitsune wanted to do. After all of that, he’d gone completely soft in his
pants. He didn’t even think it was possible to get hard again.
"Come on Derek," the nogitsune said. Its voice was slipping back into that
cloyingly sweet tone that was so deceiving. "Stiles wants this."
Derek wanted to snap back a reply. Instead he bit his lip and turned his head.
The nogitsune tugged at his chin and coxed his face back towards Stiles with
long fingers. "Play nice Derek. There are so many things left to break. The
wrist has almost healed, do we want to try that again?" It said, burying its
face in Derek's neck.
Derek said nothing.
The nogitsune pulled back to look at him, waiting.
It took a colossal effort not to sigh. "No," Derek said.
"Mm."
It sat there, looking over Derek. In turn, Derek looked over Stiles, assessing
his body. He wore only a thin t-shirt and jeans. He must have been cold because
his nipples could be seen peaked against his shirt. The occasional bruise stood
out against his pale skin but there was nothing that wasn't healing. Derek was
surprised there were any bruises at all. They must have been fairly recent if
they weren't even yellowing yet.
The nogitsune smiled. "See anything you like?"
Derek ignored the question. "Are you eating?" he asked.
"A fox doesn't have to eat," it said, leaning forward to nibble on Derek's
earlobe.
"But the growing teenage boy you’re inhabiting does."
It hummed, "I'll pass along your concerns to the appropriate personnel."
Derek wanted to laugh because the response was so Stiles. He knew better
though.
Derek jumped as a hand reached down, grabbing him through his jeans.
The nogitsune laughed as Derek let out a gasp. "That's better," it said. "All
this subtle foreplay was taking to long."
Derek tried not to squirm as the nogitsune climbed off him and undid his pants,
sliding them down mid hip. He'd never felt more exposed as it looked him over,
eyes calculating and red-rimmed.
Derek couldn't help but notice that Stiles was hard.
The nogitsune trailed a hand down its stomach, reaching slowly into Stiles’
pants. It was quite clear what was happening.
Derek looked away.
"Watch me, Derek."
Derek couldn't.
"Watch me!" It thundered, slim frame shuddering with the force of the shout.
Derek forced his eyes onto Stiles.
It smiled and reached out with its free hand, stroking Derek's face
rewardingly. The feeling made Derek sick.
"Want to taste?" It asked, slipping Stiles’ pants down just enough to reveal
its hand on Stiles' hard penis.
"Might be a little hard when I'm tied up like this," Derek said, but he wasn't
going for sarcastic anymore. That got Stiles' injured.
It laughed, "Maybe. We'll just have to do it to you then." It said, sinking
down to its knees at Derek's feet.
Derek's mind was reeling as his pants were pulled down further. He couldn't
help it, his dick twitched as he took in the sight.
How many times had he imagined this? Stiles climbing up onto his lap, Stiles on
his knees for him.
This wasn't Stiles though.
Derek was still soft when the nogitsune pulled him out of his underwear and
stroked him.
“Come on, Derek. Stiles wants it. Do you think we would really be this hard if
he didn’t want it?” It reached down, squeezing Stiles for emphasis. Stiles was
definitely hard.
Derek was tired of arguing and getting Stiles’ hurt. When anything could
trigger the nogitsune, there was no right answer to something like that. Derek
stayed quiet.
It wasn’t without effort though. The nogitsune’s hands were skilled and well
practiced, working Derek expertly. Derek tried no to give him the satisfaction
of a moan, but the occasional sound slipped out. The nogitsune always praised
him for it.
Derek’s hips jerked up Stiles’ thumb passed over his slit. Fuck, he was
definitely getting hard again.
The nogitsune hummed. “Stiles get bored in here sometimes, Derek. His mind
wonders.” A chuckle. “He’s showed me all the things he wants to do to you.
Oddly kinky this one, you’re usually on top.”
A couple more strokes. It leaned forwards, licking a wet stripe up Derek’s
cock. Derek couldn’t help but moan that time.
“Would it make you feel better to know that I’m not going to fuck him onto you
cold?” The nogitsune said conversationally. “I put a plug in him this morning.
He’s never had anything in his ass before so we started small. It’s long
though. You should hear the noises he makes when it pushes up against his
prostate.” The nogitsune shivered. “He was made to have something up his ass.”
Derek hated himself. He hate himself because the more the nogitsune spoke and
touched him, the harder he got. He didn’t want to be this hard. He shouldn’t be
this hard.
“I was going to make him fuck you, you know. But I’ve grown fond of him, and
he’s been thinking about what it’d feel like with your dick inside of him for
so long that now I’m kid of curious myself. I can’t say I’m disappointed.”
Derek cried out as it took him into Stiles’ mouth.
Stiles’ body was clearly under practiced, not ready for how deep the nogitsune
wanted to take Derek, but it knew what it was doing.
Stiles’ gagged, coughing around Derek’s cock. The nogitsune forced itself down
fully, breathing in through the nose.
“You’ve done this before,” Derek forced out between shallow breaths.
The nogitsune eased itself off, making Stiles’ body look more elegant than
should be allowed. It laughed delicately, wiping its mouth with the back of
Stiles’ hand. “I’m older than you know Derek. And when I want something, I take
it.”
“I can tell,” Derek said gruffly.
It laughed and stood. The nogitsune waited until it had Derek’s full attention
before slowly reaching down, fingering the hem of Stiles’ shirt. It striped
Stiles in seconds, first with the shirt, then the pants.
Derek growled. Underneath Stiles’ shirt was a litter of bruises and what were
possibly broken ribs in the process of healing. The nogitsune fingered one
idly, shrugging. “We might have fallen from somewhere up high. Stiles didn’t
like one of my games… sometimes he’s stronger than he looks.”
Derek felt a sense of pride at that, the bruises a result of Stiles taking
control again.
“Don’t get too excited. I finished my work in the end. He’s just going to have
to deal with a little extra pain for a while,” It said, pushing onto one of the
more tender looking ribs.
Derek flinched. The nogitsune said nothing, didn’t even make a sound, but the
action likely hurt Stiles.
The nogitsune sighed and fingered at the waistband of Stiles’ briefs. “Leave
these on or take them off?” it asked.
“You’ll get cold if you take them off now,” Derek said dryly.
It hummed and settled back between Derek’s knees, taking him into his mouth
again. Derek almost cried out.
Fuck it was skilled with its tongue. Derek’s toes were curling as it took him
deeper.
It was all out the window now. Derek tested his restraint again. They didn’t
budge. He could only do whatever he could to make this as gentle on Stiles’
body as possible.
The nogitsune pulled off with a sigh. Derek’s dick was wet and flushed red.
About as red as Stiles’ lips were, swollen and shiny with spit. The look he was
giving Derek was innocent and debauched.
Derek knew better.
The nogitsune stood, its expression going from virginal to predatorial as it
stripped Stiles of his underwear.
Derek couldn’t help but watch as Stiles’ dick sprung free, full and erect.
The nogitsune gave Stiles a couple slow strokes before leaning down over Derek,
bracing itself with a hand on his shoulder. Their mouths were inches apart. The
nogitsune didn’t seem interested in that though. Instead it hung its head,
reaching back to fish out the plug with a slight moan, throwing it aside
carelessly when it came free. The nogitsune climbed onto Derek’s lap and hooked
an arm around his neck, pressing its forehead to Derek’s.
Derek jumped as its nose brushed his. For some reason, this was the most
intimate that it had felt since Derek found himself in this room.
The nogitsune closed its eyes, and reached back to run a finger against Stiles’
rim. At least, that’s what Derek assumed it was doing. The moan a second later
confirmed it.
Its hips rocked up against Derek’s abdomen, spreading precome along Derek’s
abs. Derek was getting friction from it as well, his dick caught between Stiles
and his stomach.
“Gotta get him open for you Derek,” the nogitsune panted. “You’re bigger than
we anticipated.”
Derek couldn’t help it, he moaned.
The nogitsune’s thrusts got faster as it worked god knows how many fingers into
Stiles. “He wants you in all the way. Every bit of you. I wanted to do it
without preparation, but this is somehow better.”
Its breath warmed Derek’s lips with every pant. This was so wrong. In a sense,
Derek would have preferred rougher. It was the little falsehoods that made him
feel so sick. The attention to Derek’s pleasure, the fingers currently his
hair, it was all things Stiles would do. The nogitsune wasn’t Stiles. It wasn’t
kind and thoughtful. If it was doing something kind, it was because it would
lead to panic and chaos later.
That didn’t stop Derek from moaning when the nogitsune reached down and gripped
Derek properly, shifted its hips to slide down slowly—so fucking slowly—onto
Derek.
“Come on Derek, slide your hips forwards for us in the chair. We need more,” it
breathed.
Derek complied. He knew what would happen if he didn’t.
They both moaned as the nogitsune seated itself fully, eyes rolling back and
back arching as Derek filled Stiles.
The nogitsune paused, bracing itself with its hands on Derek’s knees to get a
better angle.
Finally, it moved, making them both moan. Stiles was so fucking tight and Derek
seemed to have brushed something inside of Stiles, making the nogitsune shudder
and pant.
Derek held still as the nogitsune moved again. Not that he could move much to
begin with, but he fully gave in to the nogitsune’s control.
The nogitsune seemed please by this, touching foreheads again as it began
fucking itself in earnest.
“Good Derek. Stiles loves it,” it panted.
No, Derek thought. Stiles didn’t love it. His body was stimulated by it, much
like how Derek’s was, but none of this was within his control or was what they
wanted. Derek closed his eyes and let all of the sensations overtake him,
quieting his thoughts.
Derek felt fingers dig into his shoulder, the sound of flesh on flesh filling
the air. The nogitsune was jerking Stiles off, low drawn out moans leaving its
lips.
Derek opened his eyes. His breath was coming out in short pants as Stiles’
thrusts became uneven.
He moaned as the nogitsune’s hand got faster, ass clenching down on Derek. The
nogitsune finished first, coming with a cry across Derek’s stomach, back
arching almost impossibly. The way Stiles’ tightened around Derek is what
finally pushed him over the edge.
His body worked to thrust up into Stiles one last time as he came.
The nogitsune slumped forwards, forehead falling onto Derek’s shoulder. Derek
was exhausted, breathing deeply. The deceiving smell of Stiles flooded his head
as their sweat mixed together.
The nogitsune reached down, fingers trailing through Stiles’ come. Derek first
thought it was cleaning him. Now he realized that it was rubbing Stile’s semen
into his skin, marking him.
The nogitsune pulled back to watch as it worked the come around, tracing
delicate partners. It was all very perverse.
Derek swallowed. “Are you happy now? You got what you wanted.” He said.
The nogitsune hummed. “Yes. Very happy.”
Derek’s breath was returning to normal, but he still felt sluggish, tired. Not
just physically, but mentally.
“I don’t understand how you got chaos out of that,” Derek said.
The nogitsune’s eyes flashed. “Oh, I didn’t. That just satisfied a whim of
mine.” It said.
Derek growled, but it sounded weak.
The nogitsune laughed, “You were so good Derek. I think I’m going to reward you
for your work.”
“That’s not necessary,” Derek said.
The nogitsune leaned forwards, taking Derek’s chin in his hand and pulled him
in for a bruising kiss. Of all the things to happen in the last hour, it was
that kiss that made Derek feel robbed of something.
Derek jerked away angrily, eyes flashing.
The nogitsune looked delighted, eyes flashing back. It gave Derek a wink
closing its eyes, mouth pulling into a thin line of concentration. Derek was
just about to make a remark when it collapsed, falling boneless against his
chest. Stile’s face was tucked up against Derek’s neck, his breath ticking the
skin there.
Derek’s dick slid out as Stiles’ body shifted, drawing a small groan out of
Stiles.
There was silence.
Stiles’ arm twitched, trapped against Derek’s chest. Derek felt eyelashes
blinking open against his collarbone.
Stiles stirred, letting out a deep breath.
“Stiles?” Derek asked.
Stiles groaned again. He wrapped an arm around his ribs and nodded against
Derek’s shoulder.
Derek swallowed. “Stiles, I’m so sorry.”
Stiles snorted and pushed himself up with what appeared to be an enormous
effort. He swayed, but there was nothing Derek could do, his hands still tied.
Stiles tried a smile, but it came out brittle. “Don’t. Let’s just…. Never talk
about this again.” He said, grimacing.
“Not likely,” Derek said softly.
Stiles let out a laugh that led to a series of coughs. He clutched his side
more tightly and pushed himself off Derek on shaky legs.
“Stiles, just wait a minute—“ Derek tried, but Stiles waved him off.
“We have to get out of here.” Stiles said.
Derek’s stomach rolled. His mind went to all the horrible things the nogitsune
might have had planned.
Stiles must have seen his face because his expression softened. “No, we’re okay
for right now. It’s just…I have to get out of here.” He clarified.
Oh.
Derek took stock of Stiles as best as he could in the next couple minutes as he
was untied. They dressed in silence. Out from under Derek’s chair came his
shirt, which Stiles handed him wordlessly.
Derek nodded in thanks.
Stiles’ ribs were in bad shape, but they appeared to be getting better by the
minute. Probably a result of the nogitsune taking in chaos to feed itself.
Stiles turned away from Derek to dress. Derek said nothing, cleaning himself up
as best as possible.
When Stiles noticed, he flushed, turning back away again.
“Stiles—“
“Derek, no.” Stiles bit out, completely unwilling to engage.
Derek bit his tongue and nodded.
Stiles’ walking was getting better, but he still held his side, wincing
occasionally. Derek watched him carefully, ready if Stiles needed him.
When Derek was ready, he turned to Stiles, who was staring at the floor with
unseeing eyes.
Derek reached out, fingertips brushing Stiles’ elbow.
Stiles flinched away from him.
Derek tried not to look hurt.
Stiles sucked in a deep breath, then took a step towards Derek. Then another.
Derek held his breath, letting Stiles make the first move. Stiles half-fell
against him, letting Derek support most of his weight.
Derek held him carefully. Stiles’ let out a shuddering breath, hands reaching
up to tangle in Derek’s shirt.
They stayed like that for a while, Stiles’ breath warming his skin.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Stiles said, “but it’s not because I blame
you.”
Derek said nothing. He nodded. He knew Stiles had felt it because his hands
loosened, body relaxing a little bit more.
“I knew it was coming.” Stiles said. “It kept saying these things… tormenting
me for like, weeks. That’s why I jumped—“ he bit his lip. “It doesn’t mater. I
should have tried harder.” He said quietly. He sounded completely torn.
Derek’s arms tightened around Stiles. He felt awful.
Awful because he couldn’t help but be a little suspicious as well. How could he
be completely sure that this wasn’t just another trick, an act to get back at
Derek for fighting against the nogitsune?
Derek’s stomach turned as he held Stiles, who looked frail and broken in his
arms.
Stiles looked up at him tiredly. Derek prayed it was just a trick of the light
when Stiles’ eyes flashed in the darkness.
                                     [end]
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