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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Kidnapped_Stiles, Kidnapped_Derek, First_Time, First_Kiss, Hand_Jobs,
      Feral_Derek
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-25 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1427
****** Everything Falls Together In The End ******
by caro_devss_(tricksune)
Summary
     Stiles and Derek get kidnapped together and face their feelings in an
     unexpected way. Derek is possibly the most thick-headed person Stiles
     knows, and Stiles... well, no one ever claimed that he was gentle
     about anything.
Notes
     Secret Santa for Memekon on tumblr! Unbeta'd first chapter, so all
     mistakes are my own. Hope you like it so far!
Stiles really wasn’t expecting anything like this when he agreed to help Scott
with his algebra homework. Like seriously. These things happened on hunts and
missions, not on school nights in the house of Beacon Hill’s resident Alpha.
 
Then again, Beacon Hill’s resident Alpha is Scott, so he really can’t be too
surprised.
 
He remembers standing up from the floor to stretch, and Scott had just asked
him to go grab some snacks when the first gas grenade shattered through the
window. Scott was up in an instant, roaring out the open window but by then
Stiles was already on the ground from the smoke and slipping from consciousness
fast. He heard an answering howl from far off in the distance and saw the first
of the arrows fly through the window before everything went dark and faded to
morbidly quiet.
 
Which brings him to now, slowly waking up in what appears to be a long,
rectangular wooden box if the splinters in his naked back are anything to go
by.
 
Oh, and he was only in his boxers. In basically what he was guessing to be an
extra-wide coffin.
 
So, yeah. Not really his ideal tuesday night plans.
 
Plus there was what sounded like a low-power chainsaw rumbling a few feet away,
to his left.
 
Stiles turned his head slowly to the side, looking for the source of the sound
and groaning when he saw the familiar bright blue pricks of light staring at
him.
 
“Derek, what the hell is going on?” Growl.
 
“Why are we here?” More growls.
 
“Did you piss off more hunters?” And yep, the growls got considerably closer.
Along with the blue eyes.
 
“Derek, seriously. This isn’t funny. Stop with the macho-rumbling and answer
me.”
 
Stiles threw out a hand to push at Derek but yanked it back halfway when Derek
actually bit at it.
 
“What the HELL, man?!” was all he could get out before Derek had him pinned
underneath him, and holyshitDerekwascompletelynaked and yeah, Stiles was 99%
sure that Derek wasn’t home, seeing as he felt the need to lick Stiles’ face
from jaw to temple. And also because he was shifted completely into his beta
form.
 
“Shit. SHIT. Fucking… God. I’m so ready for college,” Stiles spit out as he
slid his hands under Derek’s arms, wincing as claws poked into his shoulders
but not stopping until both palms connected with Derek’s sides. Derek leaned
down again and Stiles only had a second to prepare before he got a hot stripe
licked up the middle of his throat, from the dip of his clavicles to the edge
of his chin.
 
“Derek, dude,” Stiles intoned as he began smoothing his hands down the guy’s
sides, “You’re not you. I don’t know what they did, but-” he choked out a groan
as sharp teeth clamped down on the skin of his neck, just shy of breaking the
skin. “Derek, you need to come back to me. Okay? Look into my eyes.”
 
He wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, but Derek’s muscles seemed to still
slightly under the caress of Stiles’ hands. He looked up into the flittering
irises of Derek’s eyes, and he definitely wasn’t imagining the cloudy turquoise
they had been moments ago starting to sharpen into their usual crystalline
sapphire appearance as they slowly focused on Stiles.
 
“That’s it, yeah. Come on, it’s me. Annoyance of your life? Sidekick kid with
the truckload of inappropriate questions? Ringing any bells?” Stiles pulled his
hands out from under Derek, slipping them around his broad shoulders as the
hands holding his own down jerked off and fell to the sides. He watched as
Derek began regaining himself bit by bit, fangs slowly sliding back into his
mouth and the thicker muscles of his face thinning down to human standards.
 
“St… Stiles?”
 
Stiles let out the massive gush of air he had been holding in relief and pulled
Derek in tightly for a hug. Sue him, he was happy. Derek made a harsh noise of
surprise at the sudden shift in balance, but he eventually relaxed enough to
rest his forearms on the dusty ground to either side of Stiles’ head while he
was squeezed in the surprisingly strong grip.
 
It took Stiles a minute to remember Derek was naked and that the only thing
separating them was a pair of thin grey boxer-briefs, but as soon as he did he
unclasped his arms, slowly lowering them to the ground as he tried not to think
about everything he must have done wrong in a past life to give him this much
shitty luck. Because he could feel something stirring in his gut, a wave of
arousal for the object of his (second!) unrequited love crush, currently draped
over his body like a blanket.
 
Do not get hard do not get hard do not get hard was rolling through his head on
repeat as he poked Derek in the shoulder, but suddenly there was a warm face in
his neck and hands coming up to clasp his head as Derek Hale nuzzled his
throat.
 
“Wha-” Stiles started, but was cut off by Derek’s teeth gently nipping at the
patch of erogenous skin behind his ear and quietly shushing him. Stiles moaned
as he tipped his head to the left in clear invitation, and Derek groaned almost
ferally as he dipped his head down and began sucking a mark into the hollow of
his neck.
 
“Fuck, Stiles… wanted this for so long…”
 
Stiles shuddered as Derek rocked his hips down, dragging his hardening dick
against Stiles’ as he rutted up against the fabric of the boxers. It was
overwhelming, flooding Stiles’ senses with wantneedwant as heat flooded his
groin and filled the box they were in with the scent of sex and sweat.
 
“Shit, Der… Just, wait. Wait. We shouldn’t… Not right now. We need to figure
out how… fuuck… how to get out of here.”
 
“We have time,” Derek whispered into Stiles’ neck. “There’s no one around and
the wood is mountain ash. We’re stuck until they get back.”
 
Stiles gasped as Derek’s hands slid down his sweaty sides to his hips, grabbing
the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down swiftly before circling his
freed cock with the fingers of his right hand.
 
“Fuuuck,” Stiles hissed out as he jerked his hips up into Derek’s grip. Derek
leaned up abruptly and covered Stiles’ moans with his mouth, and Stiles almost
came right then from the sensation.
 
Because Derek Hale was kissing him.
 
Derek Hale.
 
Had his mouth.
 
On Stiles’.
 
And he wasn’t dying.
 
The slick slide of Derek’s lips moving against his was 100%, without a doubt
the hottest thing Stiles had ever experienced. He opened his mouth to relay
that fact but Derek simply licked into it deeply, and a burst of heat flooded
his body as Derek adjusted to take both of their dicks into his hand at the
same time.
 
Stiles was jerking shamelessly into the firm grip as it slid up and down their
shafts, strings of litanies flowing from his mouth into Derek’s as the beta
panted his own obscenities into Stiles’.
 
“Fuck, Stiles, do you even know what you smell like? Like fucking sex, all the
time… I feel like I can’t breathe when I’m around you… and then you always.
have. something. in. your. mouth. But all I can think about is what you can do
with it… What it would feel like around my dick,” he emphasized with a dig of
his hips that made Stiles gasp, “sucking my cock, what it would look like
hanging open as I fucked you from behind…”
 
Stiles didn’t care how loud he was being, didn’t care about anything except for
the slide of Derek’s hand on his cock and the orgasm building at the base of
his spine until Derek leaned in to his ear and whispered, “Gonna fuck you so
hard you’ll breed.”
 
Stiles’ orgasm ripped through him like an earthquake, leaving him shuddering
and shouting and moaning desperately as Derek grunted above him, released their
dicks and dropped down to rut into Stiles’ come-slick hip once, twice, until he
came with a long, shaky groan.
 
They lay there panting while Stiles absentmindedly stroked a hand down Derek’s
sweaty back. Derek lifted his head from where it rested on Stiles’ shoulder and
stared into his eyes before leaning down to place a slow, languid kiss on his
lips.
 
Which is when the lid of the box got pried off with Scott’s crowbar, of course.



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