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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, Scott_McCall, Isaac_Lahey, Lydia_Martin
  Additional Tags:
      Hurt_Stiles, Derek_Has_Issues, Alpha_Derek, Supportive_Scott, BAMF_Lydia
      Martin, Underage_Sex, Sexual_Tension, Sexual_Fantasy, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex,
      Feels, Stalker_Derek, Bottom_Stiles_Stilinski, Bottom_Derek_Hale, Top
      Stiles_Stilinski, Top_Derek_Hale, Rough_Sex, Anal_Fisting, Stiles_Is
      Seventeen
  Series:
      Part 1 of Path_to_salvation.
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-23 Updated: 2014-04-23 Chapters: 5/? Words: 7559
****** Don't fade away ******
by Nixy_x
Summary
     He can't take it any more!
     Derek's at war with himself, he keeps pushing him away but in true
     Stiles fashion he never listens.
     A weak moment gives him release.
     Then the real torture begins!
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Prologue *****

Have you ever had that feeling when you're not sure if you're awake or asleep,
well that was what Stiles was feeling now, he couldn't shake that feeling that
something was not quite right.

It felt like he was still running, running as fast as his feet could take him,
but never gaining an inch. Someone was chasing him, drawing in closer as Stiles
struggled to pull oxygen into his burning lungs.

Stiles could hear the growling, mingling with the sound of scratching glass....
Glass?

How could there be glass in the woods? This conflicting thought drew Stiles
away from the forest, his brain straining to make the connection. The creaking
of wood under too much weight, then the cool breeze as it ruffled the sheets
pooled around his waist.

It felt like someone was watching him, a cold shiver flashed down his spine,
but was that the last dredges of the dream wearing off or was there really
someone in his room.
Panic surged through him, but he couldn't bring himself to turn and look, if he
closed his eyes tight enough, then surely it would just go away. He felt more
than heard the words that were whispered in his ear.

'Wake up Stiles'

The voice was quiet and deceptively close, but instinct told him that whoever
this person was, he wasn't next to him.
'It's just a dream, It's just a dream......' he whispered over and over,
begging his words to be real. He couldn't stop himself burrowing his face
deeper into the pillow, trying in vain to get himself as far away from this
stranger as he could.

When Stiles felt something warm press against the back of his neck, his whole
body stiffened, his fight or flight mode activated.

'It's not a dream Stiles'

Stiles tried to swallow the panic that was threatening to overtake him, he had
to move, had to get away. But the hand that held him was too strong, he
couldn't move his neck, not even an inch. His arms flailed around him trying to
push up and away from the threat, when he heard the growl in his ear, low and
husky, Stiles knew this night was far from over.

****
To be continued 
***** When IT happened *****
Chapter Summary
     One weak moment leads to instant regret. So Derek does what he does
     best. He pushes Stiles away
3 Weeks earlier
Derek had always had a super sensitive nose when it came to smelling emotions.
Yes.. it does sound as creepy as it is, and more often than not he wished that
he couldn't. The over ripe smell of jealousy, the hot rolling waves of anger
were definitely something he could live without, but the one thing he won't
give up is the sweet musky scent that a certain jittery teenage boy gives off
when he's around him.
Stiles has never been able to sit still, he constantly has to be moving, his
leg bouncing up and down, hands fiddling with the strings on his hoodie. A
bottle of nervous energy with only one outlet... talking.
Derek notices every little thing he does, he watches as Stiles' eyes go wide
when he can't hold back his train of thought. He knows every single time that
Stiles has stroked himself to oblivion in his bathroom, no longer caring that
every werewolf in the town can hear him and smell him for that fact, Derek
thinks that Scott pretends not to notice anymore, he's still far too wrapped up
in Allison to even see past her.
But Derek notices, he always does, and all this ever achieves is making him
even more angry. He can feel his cheeks flush everytime Stiles looks his way.
He doesn't want to notice the chocolate freckles on Stiles' face or the
ridiculously tight jeans he likes to wear, he doesn't want to feel anything for
him. He doesn't want to any of it.
Derek sits at his desk feigning interest in whatever book he's pretending to
read, trying as hard as he can to take the words in, reading the same page over
and over, darting glances over at Scott and Stiles as they wrestle on his
couch. When Scott pins Stiles' hands above his head and presses his body into
the couch, Derek can barely hold back the groan that threatens to escape, as
images of himself and Stiles flood through his head. Derek pinning Stiles down,
his body pressing Stiles' into the couch, watching the younger boys eyes darken
with desire that's only for him. Hearing his heart pick up pace as he traces
one finger along his jawline.
The moment he has to shift to realive the aching tighness in his groin, is the
moment he knows it's too late. He hears Scotts long intake of breath, knowing
that the other Werewolf can smell the scent of lust in the air.
Scott heaves himself off of Stiles with the intention of straightening his
clothes, but gives Derek a sly little smirk. Derek can hear the words Scott
whispers knowing full well that Stiles can't hear him.
'I think someone's jealous'
When Scott leaves for work he expects..... no hopes, with everything he has
that Stiles will go with him. But life is not that kind, Stiles doesn't move an
inch, he curls his legs under him and continues to flick through the bestiary
like he has all the time in the world. He never stops talking, one question
after another, flowing freely as he gets more absorbed in his research.
'Have you ever met a vampire before?.... No I don't think you have..... but
then again would you know.... can you smell them.... of course you can but I
guess it's just another scent..... but if you haven't met one then you wouldn't
know what they smelt like....'
'Stiles' Derek warns through gritted teeth. He both loved and hated the way
Stiles was so enthusiastic about everything.
Derek gets up and moves around the back of the other couch, needing something
harder to grip onto.
Stiles doesn't even hear him, to far gone already 'I wonder what would happen
if you bit a Vampire?... Would he die?... Nah I bet he's turn into some freaky
Vamp/Wolf hybrid.... that would be awesome!!!'
'STILES..... give it a rest!' Derek shouts, claws digging deep into the leather
of the couch. His hands shake from the exertion of holding himself back.
'Dude... calm down I was only curious' Stiles says, trying to calm the angry
alpha.
Derek can feel the last thin shreds of his sanity slipping away from him, he
can't keep doing this, he can feel every thump of Stiles' heart beat, steady,
content, totally happy with himself and where he is, and practically taste the
disappointment in his mouth as Stiles' heart beat speeds up in fear. Stiles
doesn't realise that his unique scent is seeping into everything that Derek
owns. So being Derek he does what he always does, he broods, he threatens, he
pushes until he makes Stiles leave, using anything to get Stiles as far away
from him as possible.
'Don't you have someone else you can annoy?' Derek asks, trying hard not to get
to angry, but in true Stiles fashion, it was all in vain.
'Nope, you're the lucky one today'
'Stiles take the hint.....' Derek knows he has to hurt Stiles or he'll never
leave.
'Ok.... I'll stop talking' Stiles said, clearly hurt but not quite enough.
'Stiles.... I don't want you here. I only put up with you because you're Scotts
friend and he can never get rid of you!'
Derek watches as Stiles lip starts to tremble and he hates himself, pure hate.
He knows he can never have Stiles, he'd only be putting him in danger.
'Derek... I'm.. I'm sorry.....' Stiles stutters.
Derek marches towards the door swinging it open to show how serious he is.
Stiles flies up from the couch nearly falling as he rushes to get away from
Derek, with the only evidence left being the smell of sadness, rejection and...
pain.
The moment the door slams, Derek's releases his breathe on an agonising growl
and drops to the floor, barely able to contain his wolf that demands he chases
and claims his mate. He rakes in deep shuddering breathes, digging his claws
into the hard oak floor as he tries not to cry.
****
Stiles couldn't race down the stairs any faster if he tried, what was he doing
that was so wrong? Why did Derek hate him so much? He couldn't stop the
questions from rushing through his head or the tears that now fell down his
cheeks. Stiles knew he couldn't drive like this, but there was no way he was
going to let anyone else see him like this, it would be too obvious. He digs
his hand into his jeans searching for his keys. Letting out a groan as he
realises that he's left his hoodie in Derek's house, keys and phone included.
He seriously considers just walking home, but he can't live without his Jeep or
his phone. Stiles bangs his head against the door of his Jeep, Once... Twice...
Three times before he pushes off and runs up the stairs.
He's already babbling out strings of nonsense as he pushes the door open.
'Look I know you told me to leave, and I'm seriously all over that....It's just
I left my keys and I can't get home.....' Stiles stutters to a stop as he looks
down to see Derek's head bowed and deep wolf claw marks raked through the
floor.
'Oh my god Derek? You ok?' Stiles reaches out his hand to poke the top of
Derek's head, stopping only inches away as Derek's head snaps up and he pins
Stiles with bright red eyes.
'GET...OUT...NOW!!' Derek all but shouts.
Stiles can feel the floor shake under the power of Derek's voice. He watches as
Derek pushes back onto his heels, clenching and unclenching his fists as he
struggles to pull his wolf back.
Stiles swallows, trying to push his fear down. He really doesn't want to lose
any body parts today.
'Look I'm....' Before Stiles can even blink, he's pressed up hard against the
door with a seriously pissed of Derek merely inches from his face, He can't
help the very unmanly yelp that escapes from his mouth and squeezes his eyes
shut, ready to take Derek's wrath. But it never comes, with his eyes tightly
shut, his other senses take over, he can hear Derek's deep panting and the long
drawn in breath as Derek takes a deep smell of Stiles, his nose running along
Stiles' jaw line and down to the hollow at the base of his throat.Derek's
tongue darts out to taste that little patch of flushed skin that sits over the
top of his fluttering pulse.
Stiles doesn't know what to do, did he hit his head and black out? Is this all
a dream? With his hands pinned down at his sides he risks a quick pinch to his
leg. Yes that hurt, it can't be a dream. Stiles knows it's real but he still
can't accept it. He can't believe that Derek is rubbing his face against
Stiles' neck almost like he's....... scenting him.

*

Derek can't help himself, he can't stop. He can barely control himself as he
presses his body flush up against Stiles, Chest to chest, hearing the moan that
catches in Stiles' throat when he licks that pulse point, he can hear Stiles'
heart race, he can smell that sweet musky scent, and he revels in it. Derek
starts rubbing his face up against Stiles' neck, rubbing his scent all over
him. 'Mine..Mine..Mine'

Derek finally manages to pull his head back, shuddering at the whimper Stiles
makes from the loss. He growls deep in his throat, but it's not from anger, it
hunger. Primal, full of heat and want. His wolf is pacing, demanding that Derek
takes action and with one last prayer to god...... he gives in.

*

Stiles can hardly believe whats happening, he knows his cock is rock hard and
pressing against the fly of his jeans, but he doesn't care. He's wanted this
for so long, just wanted Derek to notice him as more than the tag along, the
annoying fragile human that he's had to save one to many times, he wants him to
care at least to the point of not threatening to kill him every single day.

He can recall countless times when he's had to sneak to the bathroom to get
himself off after watching Derek train with Scott, noticing the way Derek's
skin flushes from exhursion, the way his skin pulls tight over the amazingly
hard muscles that sculpt his back. He aches to lick that sweet little spot at
the base of his neck right where his tattoo starts, wondering if he tastes as
good as Stiles dreams. These thoughts have sent him running from the room
worrying that he won't be able to hide the smell of his arousal.

Stiles doesn't try to hold back the hiss that escapes his mouth when Derek
thrusts his hips directly into his cock. The hard rod of Dereks arousal
pressing tightly up against his own. Stiles watches as Derek's nose flairs and
knows that Derek can smell how turned he is, but he's long past the point of
caring.

Derek starts nipping along his jaw line, trailing open-mouthed kisses all the
way to the corner of his mouth, his hand gripping Stiles' hips with bruising
force, only hesitating before he takes that last step. Stiles doesn't let him
linger, worried that if he waits to long that Derek will change his mind,
shaking from the intense throbbing in his cock, he turns his head that tiny
fraction and captures Derek's lips in his first ever kiss, a clashing of teeth
and tongues as they both duel for control, Derek's tongue slips into Stiles'
mouth tracing along his teeth, learning every line and taste, every single
movement that makes Stiles moan, Derek's hips rut ruthlessly up against
Stiles', hot pre cum aiding in the tug and pull against his jeans.

Derek knew it wouldn't be long. He could tell by the hitch in Stiles' breath
that he was close too, chasing their orgasms as they continue to ravish each
others mouths, Stiles' hands wind around Derek's neck clinging for dear life,
he never wants this to end, but knows he won't last. He feels the prick of
claws as he rips through Stiles' top, desperate to be skin to skin to feel
their hot sweat slick bodies rubbing up against each other.

Stiles is in heaven, wallowing in the pleasure/pain feeling of being crushed
against the door that only heightens it all. He wouldn't change a thing. Stiles
grabs for the hem of Derek's top, his shaking hands making hard work of the
simple task of bareing Derek's body. With a deep growl Derek rips his own shirt
away, scratching his own skin in the process. Stiles can feel the trickle of
blood before the skin starts to knit together under his fingers. He pauses to
let himself breathe as Derek sucks wet bruises down Stiles' neck, the
unmistakable claiming marks.

Derek continues his relentless assault down Stiles' body, dropping to his knees
as he licks every indentation and grove, feeling Stiles' legs shake with the
effort to hold himself up. Derek can see how close Stiles is, a dark wet patch
staining the front of his jeans as pre cum leaks from the tip of his hard cock.
He pauses to look up at Stiles, hands shaking as he slides his fingers into the
waist band of Stiles' jeans. He has never felt so nervous in his life, he knows
that with one wrong move he could rip Stiles apart.

With a sharp tug both his jeans and boxers are around his ankles. His senses
assaulted with the amazing mouth-watering smell that is all stiles.

Stiles' cock is beautiful, not at all what he was expecting from the tall,
slightly too thin 17-year-old. It's proud as it stands out from a neatly
trimmed patch of dark hair. Long and thick, nearly 8 inches in length. Derek's
mouth waters at the sight of a pearly bead of pre cum glistening on the end of
Stiles' cock, his tongue flicks out to take the first taste, almost coming in
his pants as the salty burst of flavour hits his tongue.

He takes Stiles cock in his hand as he slowly licks his way from base to tip,
Stiles hips jerk froward as a long drawn out moan cuts through the air, needing
no further encouragement Derek sucks the tip of Stiles cock into his mouth,
sinking all the way down until he hits the back of his throat, Stiles screams
and grabs the back of Derek's head, not holding him in place but enjoying the
feel of Derek bobbing up and down on his cock, feeling Derek's tongue lick
along the underside as he draws out to play with the head, rubbing the weeping
slit over his face and then dipping his head down to suck on his balls, first
one then the other and finally both together, he feels Stiles' cock pulse and
throb in his hand as he mutters and sobs Derek's name.

'God Derek.....please.....I need to..... I need.....'

'What do you need? Tell me' Derek whispers as he rubs Stiles' wet cock along
his bottom lip.

'Fuck....' Stiles doesn't know whether to beg or scream, the delicious friction
of Derek's stubble along his sensitive cock send jolts of pleasure surging
trough him to his very core, that one place he desperately wants Derek to feel.

'I need you... on me, in me, want you so bad' Stiles keeps panting, it takes
all his control not to buck in Dereks mouth and fuck his face.

'Show me how much you want me' Derek moans in a husky promise.

Derek was desperate to know how much Stiles wanted this too, worried that he
was only caught up in the moment. Years of being used only for his body or what
they could get out of him, insecurity boiling up inside him.
When Stiles' fingers grip the back of his head and pull him down roughly to the
hilt on his cock, shooting hot spurts of cum directly down his throat, Derek
can't stop the orgasm that's ripped from him, he hasn't even touched his cock
once, just feeling and tasteing Stiles on his tongue is more than enough.
Stiles cries out from the force of his orgasm, having never cum so hard in his
life that he can barely stand up.
His knees give way as he slides down the door to the floor, half resting on
Dereks lap. Stiles can feel the moment Derek withdraws and feels the loss tug
at his heart.

'You need to go' Dereks voice is flat, void of all emotion. Stiles winces like
hes been slapped but manages to pull himself to a stand, dragging up his pants
and boxes as the first heat of embarassment warms his face.

'I'll just um.... get my things...'

Derek doesn't move, he only closes his eyes, because he knows if he sees the
wounded look of rejection on Stiles face that he'll never let him go, and he
must, for Stiles' own sake. The smell of tears fill the air and Derek dies just
that little bit more inside as Stiles slips out the door and into the night.

To be continued
 
 
***** Secrets and Schemes *****
Chapter Summary
     Scott has a proposition...
Chapter Notes
     I'm really sorry for the delay but here's a quick update. Happy
     reading : )
See the end of the chapter for more notes
What the hell just happened??
Stiles flops himself heavily down onto his bed with only a towel around his
waist. Who the hell does Derek think he is? He can't stop the tears as they
flow over his cheeks, he's fed up of crying, all he's done since he left
Derek's is cry.
He can't help the self loathing thoughts that run through his head. Was I not
good enough? Am I too thin? Stiles looks down at his body taking in the red raw
skin where he scrubbed himself to hard in the shower, the flat plane of his
stomach, the small rise of his pecs, the scattering of chocolate moles.
Maybe he thinks I'm just a kid, I don't deserve him anyway, he's like a Greek
god, chiselled abs, hard toned muscles, that mouth watering v that leads to
that secret place.
He won't do it any more, he's not going to let Derek keep pushing him around.
Stiles rolls of his bed and reaches into the back of his closet for the hidden
bag of mountain ash. Lets see you get past this you fucker.
***
Stiles makes it two whole weeks before Scott finally breaks him, two weeks of
awkward looks and un-answerable questions, painful reminders of that
humiliating day.
After leaving the Hale house Stiles had scrubbed his skin red raw, used up a
brand new bottle of shower gel and all the hot water trying to get the smell,
the memory of Derek off his skin. he couldn't risk any of the others smelling
Derek on him. Every night he sets the ring of ash round his house. Let Derek
suffer, now he'll know how I feel.
Simply the thought of what happened hurts even now, too many nights he'd cried
himself to sleep. Why did this happen, he was quite happy loving Derek from
afar, watching the way he moved, the way he fought, watched how his muscles
rippled when the weres were training, these images fuelled his midnight
fantasies. He'd become rather good at hiding his feelings for the sourwolf, no
one had any idea, he's never spoke of it, not to anyone, not even Scott. This
was his burden to carry alone. So he buried it deep, withdrew into himself and
just plastered on a fake smile, keep busy that's all he had to do, well keep
busy and avoid Scott as much as possible, Scott knew him too well, he couldn't
keep it up in front of him.
Derek was texting him nearly 3 times a day. It was exhausting, first it was
just a scolding for missing the pack meeting two days after IT happened, then
it got harsher, demands to do more research, messages asking why he was
ignoring him, not once asking if Stiles was ok or talking about IT. So Stiles
ignored it, every last one, deleting each as they came in, if Derek was going
to be an asshole and ignore what happened then Stiles was going to ignore him,
let Derek bitch all he wants. He could hide it all.
The bruises however were not so easy to hide, finger shaped marks on his hips
and neck. There is no way he can hide these, it's not like he has a sister....
or mother to steal make-up from. All the guys in the locker would see them, he
could see the smirks and funny looks in his head, could imagine what they'd all
whisper. The gossip would be around school before he could even shower, and
still that wouldn't even be the worse bit... it would be Scott.
He knew Scott wouldn't give up before he got an answer out of Stiles, and
honest answer, because damn werewolves for their stupid heightened senses, and
their stupid ability to hear when someone's lying.
So he made every excuse in the book. Any that he could get away with, even
going as far as making these lies true so he could get away. Arranging dinners
with his dad so he'd have to leave right away, promising Lydia that he would go
shopping with her right after school. Helping Allison research better materials
to make her arrow heads with.
He made it two weeks. Then he was cornered.
He was walking to his Jeep after chem has rang out, twiddling his keys round
his fingers as he hopped in the drivers seat.
Stiles denies shrieking like a woman when Scott burst through the other door,
he really does, it was more a manly surprised yelp, he's sure it was.
'We need to talk....' Scott demanded jumping into Stiles' passenger seat.
'Errr dude I have to go meet my dad....'
'No you don't I just spoke to him, said you were gonna be a bit late'
'What!... Why?' Stiles felt his heart rate spike.
'Well 1. You've been avoiding me' Scott started to count off on his fingers.
'2. You've been ignoring Derek as well, he's sent like 20 messages the last two
weeks.....'
'Actually its 26...' Stiles completely face palmed himself, ok hole just keep
getting bigger.
'See...that's exactly what I mean.. .He's been moping, more grunty than usual,
I think his eyebrows have actally fussed into a V and I caught him talking to
himself, muttering shit about how it wasn't his fault? What's going on Stiles
and what's with the whole shopping thing? You hate shopping...' Scott was doing
his best Stiles impressing, all flailing limbs and hand gestures.
'Scott please just... drop it ok. It's a long story and quite frankly I really
don't wanna talk about it. Seriously dude, on a scale of 1 - 10 is like 100 and
I'm pretty sure you'd vomit all over my baby and I'm not having that. And what
happened to that thing called privacy, I'm feeling rather cramped right now...'
'Stiles.... you're my best friend ok, my brother. When did it get to the point
that you couldn't tell me things?'
Jesus Stiles felt like a jackass. Scott was giving him his biggest puppy dog
eyes and it was physically starting to hurt. His body rejected any and all
thoughts of hurting Scott, and he knew that keeping secrets from him was doing
exactly that.
Right now he wished his morels would just fuck right off.
'OK.. OK.. I give in.. just please stop with the eyes, you know what that shit
does to me' Scott's smile was blinding and Stiles tried to give his best (god
if you weren't my friend I'd hate you so much right now) look.
Stiles gripped the steering wheel tight while he searched the car park. 'OK you
do realise that I'm gonna have to invoke the brother pact, what I'm about to
say to you is highly classified and will not leave this car, failure to keep
this secret will result in all of your Allison pictures being removed and
burned... as agreed.'
Scott's look turned serious. 'You wouldn't do that...'
Stiles' grin was pure evil, Satan himself would be proud and then ask for
lessons. 'Oh but I would Scott...'
***
It took longer to explain than Stiles though, since he had to keep stopping
because Scott was turning seriously green, like wicked witch green. Stiles
couldn't even see thee line of TMI anymore, it was that far behind them.
'So let me get this straight...' Scott started. 'After I left you at Derek's,
which BTW he was completely jealous of us wrestling. He then proceeded to suck
you off to within and inch of your life and then have a massive freak out as
only Derek can when faced with an awkward situation and chucked you out? Am I
right so far?' Stiles simply nodded to continue. 'Then even more unlike Derek
started message stalking you and probably actual stalking you because you were
neither talking to him or coming to meetings? Which you completely ignored
because you like him.. as in really like him'
Stiles scrunched his nose in thought. 'Yep that's about right... more or less'
Scott's frown was so achingly familiar to Derek's that Stiles actually winced.
'So what's the problem then, Derek obviously wants you around, or he wouldn't
have kept texting... god I didn't even know that Derek COULD text.'
'Well..' Stiles started. 'It's not so much the amount he's text, to what the
text contain exactly... there has been no apology, no mention of what happened,
if anything he's being even worse that he was before. And I can't... I can't
just pretend it didn't happen, It's killing me that I can't be with him as we
should be. I mean come on you've even said so yourself he was jealous of you. I
just can't be around him right now and have him completely ignore it, it would
just kill me...'
Scott was quite for a few minutes while Stiles calmed his raging heart, he'd
done everything he could these last few weeks to keep his mind clear, the house
was spotless, there were muffins and cookies everywhere, he'd organised his
comics and DVDs and then rearranged them again, he'd even started gardening,
Jesus is this his life.
Stiles nearly jumped out of his skin when Scott spoke up again. 'I have an
idea... It's a little crazy so just listen before you say anything Ok... good.
The whole problem here isn't what happened, cos even though the thought of you
two makes me wanna chuck. I am happy for you dude, I want you to be happy, and
if that means rubbing you all up in Derek's face then so be it.'
Stiles mouth open and closed, then open and closed again, how the hell was this
gonna solve anything, Derek hates Stiles, he can barely tolerate him on a good
day. Stiles remembers asking Derek once what his favourite colour was, and it
took nearly 4 months, 7 epic pranks, endless annoying texts, midnight drum
visits and refusing to cook any food for him before Derek finally spilled, and
oh Derek's favourite colour is red... Stiles more expected black... black like
Derek's soul.
Stiles was brought back out of his daydream when Scott snapped open his phone.
'Ah just the girl I need... are you free tomorrow... good... you're talking
Stiles shopping..'
Stiles half jumped over the middle of his Jeep trying to get Scott's phone,
DAMN werewolves!! 'Yeah he needs to look hot... like enough to distract a
certain stubborn Alpha hot... throw in a few tips on how to tease and I swear
I'll do anything you want... no not that... OK fine deal.'
Didn't someone say struggling was futile or was it resisting? Stiles was simply
no match for the werewolf, when was he ever, and he in no way like how this
conversation was going, what the hell has Scott just promised, when Stiles gave
up he felt like a rag doll, he had once leg stuck between the front seats, the
other twisted under the wheel and the rest well it was just embarrassing.
Scott snapped the phone shut and swung round to face Stiles who was currently
wedged between his arm and the roof. 'Before you say anything, I didn't break
the pact, since I never told her anything and Stiles... I really think I know
how to help you' Scotts expression turned almost sad. 'I know I haven't been
around as much lately, I don't pay you enough attention and I had no idea you
liked Derek, I have been a shitty best friend and I'm going to make up for it
starting now... by the time were finished you'll have Derek right where you
want him.'
Stiles gulped, but he could suppress the giddy light headed feeling that
fluttered in his belly, was he finally gonna get the guy...?
Chapter End Notes
     I always love hearing what you think and any ideas you guys have,
     I've just been so absorbed in all the other great work on here that I
     got sidetracked, Sorry again : )
     Next chapter will be up soon x
***** Beg and moan. *****
Derek slips one lube slick finger into Stiles' twitching hole, mesmerised by
the way that it sucks his finger in. Derek watches as shivers ripple down his
spine, the hot slick sheen of sweat that covers Stiles' body. Moans echo
through the room and Derek doesn't know whether they're his or Stiles.
'More Derek... please more...' Stiles sobs into his arm, Derek draws in a deep
lungful of scent, tasting the sweet sticky smell of apples and vanilla, the
smell that is so completely Stiles that he could follow it anywhere. Derek
crooks his finger brushing around Stiles' sweet spot but never touching, he
wants to watch his mate come undone, watch him fall apart under his fingers,
his alone.
'Tell me what you want....' Derek lets a hint of the alpha bleed into his
voice, he knows exactly how this effects Stiles and he uses every word to his
advantage.
He wants to bend Stiles over, fuck into his tight warm heat until he shoots
load after load of hot sticky come into the sweet boys arse. He wants to mark,
to claim, to show everyone exactly who Stiles belonged to. He wants to bite
that oh so tender spot at the base of his throat, worry a dark bruise into the
skin over his collar bone, make a necklace of them around his pale neck. Derek
had never wanted anyone this much in his life.
Stiles low moan draws Derek back to the beautiful image in front of him. 'Derek
please..... I-I need you.... please...' Stiles' yelp brings a satisfied smirk
to Derek's lips when he brings his hand down to connect with Stiles' perfect
bubble butt. A bright pink hand shaped mark blooming of the fair skin. Stiles
rocks back on his knees desperately trying to get more of Derek inside him.
Derek's withdraws his finger and gives his hole a quick flick making Stiles
hiss at the sensation.
'I said... tell me what you want...' Derek used both of his hands to spread his
cheeks wide.
Stiles shuddered, his eyes falling closed as Derek's hot breath warmed his neck
and sent chills down his spine.
'You smell…' Derek huffed a sigh. 'Absolutely fucking delicious!' He let the
pad of his thumb rub over Stiles' red puffy hole.
Stiles cursed silently under his breath. His cock was impossibly hard and
leaking pre cum onto his stomach and really, all he wanted Derek to do was
touch him, he was too far gone to even form a proper sentence. There was so
much Derek wanted to do to Stiles, even if they had the rest of their lives
there would never be enough time.
'I'm gonna fuck you raw, you know, because I know you can take it. Take every
inch of my cock in one hard shove. I'm gonna take you and fuck your sweet
little ass so hard that you think you're gonna die from the sheer pleasure of
it all, I'm going to split you open, watch my cock disappear inside of you,
fuck you hard and quick then use my come to slick my fist up and fuck you with
it.' Derek said, his voice low in Stiles' ear.
'I. Hate. You.' Stiles ground out.
'Oh no you don't, you love it.... that's why you let me use you like a little
slut, why you beg and moan like a whore, fucking yourself down on my cock,
pleasing me in every way you can. You love every fucking second.'
'No I don't... you're wrong...' Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, the humiliation
making his cock throb and grow even harder.
Derek withdrew his hands and sat back on the bed, stroking his cock with a
lazily as he watched Stiles squirm in embarrassment.
'If you don't like it then leave....' He let the option hang in the air, felt
it grow thin and fly away with every second that Stiles hesitated. He knew full
well that Stiles wouldn't leave, Derek knew Stiles' shameful secret, that he
loved the humiliation, loved being marked up with Derek's bites and come, loved
taking every inch of Derek whether its was his his tongue, cock, or fist.
Stiles whimpered and shuffled towards Derek, straddling his thighs and lining
up Derek's cock to his tight hole.
Derek lived for moments like this, these little moments where Stiles would show
full submission, giving al of himself over to Derek, using his body to please
him in any way that he could. And EVERY SINGLE TIME Stiles would come so hard
that he'd be left broken.
Faster than Stiles could even see Derek had his wrists pinned behind his back
and was impaling Stiles down on he cock, Stiles let loose a scream as he was
filled to the brim, biting down hard on his lip and breaking the skin, Derek
captured that lip between his on and suck down every moan and cry.
Derek fucked into his boy relentlessly, never giving and inch, pounding into
his sweet spot, he was going to come hard and fast and do exactly as he
promised, he wanted to feel Stiles come around his cock, feel the tight muscles
squeeze and milk him.
'Say Stiles.... say it' Derek panted as he pressed his forehead to Stiles' and
locked eyes with his beautiful lover.
'I-I don't kno-' Derek grunted and picked up the pace, his hips a blur of
supernatural speed.
'Yes you do... say it....please.' the last word was a desperate plea and it
must have broke something in Stiles because on a rush of emotion and tears he
said exactly what Derek needed to hear.
'Ahh I-I love you Derek.... please... please don't leave... use me how you want
just.... ahh fuck.... just stay with me'
Derek woke, gasping, kicking the blankets off the bed in a flurry as his cock
spammed hot jets of come onto his stomach. He is reaching for his phone before
he can even think about. His fingers typing the number and pressing call on
their own accord. What the fuck is he doing, what had he done, he could have
all of that if he got his grumpy fucking head out of his grumpy arse he would
be having it right now, he listens as the call goes through to voice mail.
Tomorrow.... tomorrow he would get him back. He is shaking as he stares
absently-mindedly at the wall. Tomorrow.
***** Why Oh why *****
Ok how was this his life?
Derek rubbed his tired eyes as he paced back and forth in front of the barrier
of ash. This is so not fair.
For 3 days Derek had been trying to talk to Stiles, Why oh why did he think
these few day would be different from the last two weeks. Derek must have send
100 texts, asking for help with research, wanting to know why he was avoiding
pack meeting, each and every text had gone unanswered.
Derek was now more determined than ever after the other nights rather erotic
dream.
He'd watched as Stiles had gone out with everyone but him. He'd gone to the
mall with Lydia, laughing and joking as she clung to his arm, getting bags full
of new clothes, tight shirts, even tighter jeans, new underwear, who the he'll
was he buying all this for. Was he already seeing someone else. Jealousy and
rage burned through him, Stiles was his!
His wolf was pacing back and forth, whimpering and begging to be released so he
could chase and claim his mate.
Derek watched from behind a potted fern as Stiles shared his ice cream with
Lydia, head thrown back and care free as his laugh echoed off the wall. No
fucking way.
Derek felt sticky warmth drip down his palm and he realised how close he'd got
to wolfing out, he pulled his phone out of his pocked as he pulled in lungfuls
of calming breaths. Dialling Stiles number he watch as Stiles checked the
screen of his phone and disconnect the call.
The noise Derek made could only be described as pathetic, this was his mate,
the one and only person that Derek was meant to spend the rest of his life
with. Wait hold up! Mate?? When in hell had that come from, the realisation hit
him like a ton of bricks, making his chest clutch and hurt, Stiles was his
mate? STILES WAS HIS MATE!
Determination like never before shot through Derek, he would get Stiles back.
***
That plan was slowly going down the fucking drain. Derek lets his head rest
against the wheel of the Camaro as he watched Stiles walk into a restaurant
with Isaac.
What the actual fuck, are Stiles and Isaac dating. Isaac held the door as he
ushered Stiles inside, the look of pure fondness on his face made Derek's blood
boil, no one should look at him like that but me. Derek studied the exterior of
the restaurant, it was classy, expensive classy, the kind where you had to wear
shirts and dress shoes just to get in. He looked up at the sun sitting high in
the sky and checked his watch 2.48pm the restaurant wasn't even open.
'What the hell is going on' He said to himself. 'oh great I'm talking to
myself....I'm still doing it... Oh my god' Derek face palmed himself and a
little huff of laughter escaped him. He was going bat shit crazy.
He looked down at his phone for the 5th time in as many minutes, hoping,
praying for a text from Stiles explaining all this, hell just saying anything.
But nothing.
All attempts to get Stiles to talk to him had failed, Stiles never let himself
be in a position where he was alone with Derek, he kept the barrier of ash up
every night. Refused to answer his calls, sent all the gifts back. Yes there
had been gifts, Derek had sent flowers, chocolates, Xbox games, Old mythology
tomes, relics, anything and everything he knew Stiles liked, he even went as
far as to track down a rare mint condition Batman comic.
Which came back unopened like all the others, Scott and Isaac kept sending him
knowing looks at each meeting, pitying glances.
Half way through the meeting that evening Derek had had enough. 'Right this is
ridiculous... how come Stiles will see you but not me?'
Scott stood to his full high crossing his arms over his chest. 'Hmmmm I wonder
why....'
Derek sighed and hung his head. 'Look I've tried ok, I've sent him gifts, I've
asked him to help with research, he won't answer my calls.'
Scott shook his head. 'Do you honestly think that's what Stiles wants.... he
doesn't want hundreds of gifts, he wants to feel wanted, what you did dude was
fucking wrong ok, what has Stiles ever done to you?'
Derek opened his mouth to protest, to defend himself but Scott beat him to it.
'Look Derek I knew you were jealous that day, I could smell it on you, and I
honestly though that you were gonna man up and make a move, I just didn't think
it would be that kind of move, you really hurt Stiles and I mean really hurt
ok, and he doesn't hurt easy.'
Derek winced in pain as the reminder of that day flashed through his head, how
he used Stiles just to get off, how he hurt him, then threw him away because he
was frustrated with those feelings, he doesn't like not being in control and
whenever Stiles was around he lost that control. If he'd only known what he
knew now, that Stiles was his mate, then it would have been different.
Mates were a different ball game all together, he could be exactly who he was
with Stiles, and Stiles would love all of him, every single part, both sides,
him and his wolf, both of them together.
'Scott.... I know I hurt Stiles but I was angry and confused, I didn't like you
all over him, you two are so easy around each other, and he's just... not...
with me. I know that doesn't excuse what I did but I didn't mean for that to
happen, Stiles came back at the worst time, when my wolf was so close to the
surface and I snapped and just took what I wanted, then hated myself after.
Stiles is really better off without me.'
Scott and Isaac stood with mouths gaping. 'Dude I think that's the most you've
ever said.'
Derek let lose a huff of laughter. 'That's all you got out of that?'
To Derek's surprise Scott was smarter than he looked. 'Stiles is not better off
without you. He really likes you and has been miserable these past few weeks...
I mean did you notice the ash?'
Derek pursed his lips in a from. 'I may have noticed something...... but if
Stiles was so miserable then why did he look so happy when I saw him?'
Scott frowned 'When was that'
Derek realised too late that he'd caught himself in a net, if he told Scott
then he'd look like some crazy wierdo stalker. Too late for that now.
'I may have saw him at the mall with Lydia the other day and ummm....
outwithisacc...'
Scott and Isaac struggled to hold back their laughter. 'What was that Derek I
didn't catch that last part'
Derek levelled his best don't fuck with me glare at the boys, his teeth
clenched tightly together. 'I. Saw. Stiles. Out . With. You...!'
Scott and Isaac let loose a bellow off laughter, Isaac nearly had tears running
down his cheeks. Derek slammed his fist down on the table and turned to leave,
He really didn't need that shit.
'Derek... Derek wait...' Scott called as he tried to compose himself.
'Go to hell MaCall' If Stiles wants to feel wanted then Derek's going to do
just that, not matter how much he'll embarrass himself.
End Notes
     This is my first Teen Wolf fan fic, so many of you on here have
     inspired me, so I'd love to know what you think, I'm open to
     suggestions and am happy to consider any add ins. Lots of love to you
     all!!
     Plus I apologise for any spelling or grammar mistakes. : ) happy
     reading.
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