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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Anal_Sex, Top!Stiles, bottom!Derek,
      Werewolf!Stiles
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-25 Words: 4078
****** I'll Give You Some Control ******
by Gadalynn
Summary
     “Oh my god, this is going to be amazing for our sex life.”
     “...What?” It was the only thing Derek could think to say, because
     first of all, he was unaware of the fact that their sex life was
     lacking to begin with. Second of all, was that really the first thing
     Stiles felt that needed to be said after he had practically died?
“Oh my god, this is going to be amazing for our sex life.”
“...What?” It was the only thing Derek could think to say, because first of
all, he was unaware of the fact that their sex life was lacking to begin with.
Second of all, was that really the first thing Stiles felt that needed to be
said after he had practically died?
The only reason that it was practically and not actually was because of the
Bite. It was never something that Derek had intended to give to Stiles. Sure,
it would make keeping him alive a hell of a lot easier, but Derek knew that it
wasn't something that Stiles wanted and that was okay with him. He didn't need
him to be anything other than exactly the way he was. He might not be perfect,
but he was perfect for Derek.
How Stiles Stilinski of all people had gone from that annoying kid who couldn't
shut up and had gotten him wrongfully arrested for his sister's death to the
most uniquely beautiful person Derek had ever seen, who still couldn't shut up
but held his heart in the palm of his hand, he wasn't really sure. After Kate,
Derek didn't think he could ever let someone back into his life. He would never
be able to trust someone enough to give his heart over to them. Not after what
she'd done. Yet here he was, sitting on his bed with Stiles's head in his lap.
The boy had a wide grin on his face as he looked up towards Derek. His hair –
which he'd grown out over the past few months – was a mess and he still looked
tired, but the color in his skin had thankfully returned to its normal hue. In
the time that Stiles had been asleep, Derek had been constantly worried that
the Bite wouldn't take. But now amber eyes looked up at him as if nothing bad
had just happened. As if he hadn't been fatally wounded by the Alpha Pack.
“I mean, it's not that I haven't enjoyed everything we've done. Cause I'm sure
you know that.” Stiles continued, waving his hands around in the air. Derek's
eyes traced each movement.
The thing was, he did know that. Stiles made it abundantly clear through the
noises he made and the way his body moved, that he enjoyed every experience
they had shared together. Derek often found himself getting lost in the way
Stiles's lips parted wide when he was gasping and moaning underneath him. Or
the way the boy's hips rolled back against his to try and take him in deeper.
Those reactions, along with all the others, let Derek know with one hundred
percent certainty that Stiles wanted this. Wanted him.
They had been dating for nearly four months now, and had been intimate for the
last two. Honestly, Derek was surprised they'd made it two months before they'd
had sex considering the fact that they'd nearly ripped each other's clothes off
after their first kiss. They probably would have gone all the way right then
and there had Scott and Isaac not walked in on them.
“It's just that you won't have to hold back anymore.”
“Hold back? What do you-”
Before Derek had a chance to finish his question, Stiles interrupted. “Oh, come
on, Derek. Don't try to pretend like you don't have to hold back. Dude, if you
wolfed out and used your full strength on me, then I'm pretty sure I literally
would not have been able to walk straight for the next few days. And there'd be
definite bruising that I would have to hide from everyone else, because they'd
all look at me and think I'd been beaten up or something. There'd probably be
some claw marks too.”
Okay. Derek couldn't exactly argue with him there. The Alpha had never allowed
himself to lose control when they were together. As much as he would like to
just let his body and instincts completely take control, it wasn't really an
option. He wouldn't risk hurting the one person that meant more to him than
anything else in this world. “So, let me get this straight. You almost died
less than six hours ago, you wake up as a werewolf and the first thing on your
mind is having sex?”
Stiles looked as though he was contemplating this for a moment, before nodding.
“Well, yeah.” He answered, as if it were that obvious. “What's the point of a
near death experience if you don't get to have amazing sex afterwards?”
Derek didn't know how to respond to that. It took him nearly a full thirty
seconds before he was finally able to use his voice. “I don't think that's a
good idea. Not when you've just been turned. You need to take time to get used
to it.”
Stiles huffed and pressed his face into Derek's thigh, clearly unhappy with
this. “N'fair.” Was the muffled answer he was granted. Derek sighed as he
reached out his hand, tangling it through Stiles's hair, scratching lightly at
his scalp.
“Stiles.” Derek felt the corners of his lips tugging upwards when he all he got
was a grunt in response. “Stiles, look at me.”
Reluctantly, Stiles turned back onto his side and looked up at his Alpha.
“What?”
“It's going to take you some time to get adjusted to your wolf. So wolfed out
sex will have to wait until you've learned control.” Derek hated using the
phrase 'wolfed out sex', but it was the best way to get his point across.
“Isn't the point of wolfed out sex to lose control?” Stiles countered.
“To a degree.” Derek couldn't say that he has exclusive experience here. He had
never let himself go. Even with Kate, he had held on to what little control he
could. The thought of letting himself fall over that edge into the unknown was
a little overwhelming. But this was Stiles. He loved him. He could trust him.
Stiles slowly sat up and hooked his leg around Derek, seating himself over his
lap with a knee on either side of his hips. “Care to elaborate?”
Derek didn't know how exactly to describe his thoughts on the matter. It was
always difficult to make a bitten wolf understand the things that a born wolf
was hard wired to do or think. “It's just... I don't want you to lose yourself
to the point where you could end up hurting yourself. I want to give you
everything. I really do. You're the only one I could ever let go with. But not
until we know it's something we're both ready for, okay?”
That answer seemed to placate Stiles, because in the next moment, there was a
smile on his face and he wrapped his arms around Derek's shoulders, pressing
his face into his neck and inhaling deeply.
Derek thought to himself as they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms later
that night, that even though there was still danger lurking around ever corner,
at least he had Stiles by his side. It counted for more than he could ever
describe.
                          ---------------------------
They did eventually manage to have said wolfed out sex.
It just didn't happen the way he expected it to.
The only thing that he did predict correctly was that it happened after they
nearly died. Again. It was a month into Stiles's transformation and an Omega
had wandered into their territory. They had finished the Alphas off two weeks
ago and Derek had been hoping for a longer resting period before they had to
deal with some new shit. But of course things never went his way.
They had made it through the full moon without too much difficulty somehow.
Perhaps it was due to the fact that Stiles had already been around wolves long
enough to understand how the transformation worked. Derek still locked him in
the house for the change, not wanting to risk him getting out and hurting
anyone or himself. But other than a few pained growls, Stiles had done a good
job at controlling his wolf. Stiles hadn't said it, but Derek secretly thought
Stiles was trying to show off. He had seen all the other Betas lose their
control during the full moon, so now he wanted to prove that he could handle it
better than they could.
The Omega though, was something that had driven Stiles into a more primal state
than the full moon had. In his defense, the lone wolf had gotten its claws into
Derek's chest, threatening to tear him apart. Stiles apparently didn't handle
someone hurting his Alpha very well. One moment, Derek was trying to push the
Omega away from him, and the next moment, the wolf was on the ground twenty
feet from him, growling and flailing to try and defend itself. It had been
Stiles's hands, the very ones that proved to be a constant distraction to
Derek, that had silenced the Omega for good.
Now those hands were shaking as Stiles tried to wash the blood off of his hands
in the shower, with Derek crowded behind him. “Stiles. It's gone. There's
nothing left.” The blood had been gone for nearly five minutes, but Stiles was
still scrubbing at himself. Derek understood. The wolf was always satisfied
with a kill, but the human? That was a different case.
“Shit, I don't know. It just doesn't feel-”
Derek cut him off by turning him around and covering his mouth with his. It
wasn't so much a kiss as it was a drag of their lips, but Derek knew Stiles
well enough to know that any sort of affection was going to help drag him out
of his thoughts. The new werewolf always had a tendency to get too caught up in
his mind. The difference now was that Derek knew how to take care of that.
Stiles seemed to start to melt against him, lips pressing more insistently
against his own and arms wrapping around his shoulders in order to draw them
closer together. “Derek.” His voice was nothing more than a whisper, but Derek
could hear it clear as day. “Derek, I need...”
“What? What do you need?” Derek would give him anything. He didn't think Stiles
even understood how much Derek was willing to give him. Perhaps Stiles would
better understand if he found a way to tell him how much he wanted to give him,
but he wasn't great with words. Actions were more his forte. His hands dragged
down Stiles's back to rest at his hips, fingertips lightly massaging the smooth
skin stretched over pointed hip bones.
For once, Stiles seemed to be having a hard time with formulating any sort of
explanation. His lips were parted against Derek's as he tried to search for the
right words to express what he wanted. It was alright though. Derek didn't need
the words. “Show me.”
Those must have been the right words, because in the next moment, Stiles was
pushing him against the cold tile of the shower wall. Derek's wolf instantly
responded, the Alpha in him taking this as some sort of challenge. Their lips
collided, more teeth and tongue than anything else and Derek could taste the
metallic tang of blood from someone's lip getting caught by a lengthened
canine. It didn't slow either of them down, hands exploring and groping at each
other's body. There was a lot that Derek had difficulty understanding in a
relationship. He didn't always get the need to whisper sweet nothings to each
other, nor did he really understand why getting chocolates and flowers for each
other on Valentines day was important. But this? This he understood.
The two of them nearly crashed out of the shower, unable to keep their hands
off of each other long enough to really dry off. By the time they got to the
bed, collapsing on top of it in a heap of tangled limbs, they were still
dripping. Whatever. Sheets could be dried. This primal urge to explore their
bond was more important at the moment. Derek's body covered Stiles, straddling
his thighs with one hand on his chest, while the other wrapped around the back
of his neck, licking into his mouth with an overwhelming hunger.
Stiles was the one to break the kiss and the grin on his face was nothing short
of deviant. Derek raised a brow at the expression, though Stiles made it
perfectly clear what he was thinking when he spoke: “Isaac, Boyd. If you guys
can hear me, then I think you might want to leave for a while. Go for a run or
something, cause I'm about to take your Alpha apart and I don't think that's
something you really wanna listen in on.”
If Derek's heart nearly stopped in his chest, then no one could blame him. Not
after hearing something like that. The Betas must have agreed that no, they did
not want to be here for that, because Derek could hear the door shutting
downstairs. When he looked back to Stiles this time, the teenager's eyes were
shining gold.
“Do you trust me?”
It was a question that Derek would have said no to not that long ago. But now,
he gave a nod of his head. “You know I do.” Trust didn't come easy to him after
all that had happened, but Stiles had proven time and time again that he
deserved the trust that Derek had been so hesitant to give. Not that he would
admit to being afraid out loud, but with Stiles, that fear of betrayal always
subsided. He had thought at first that it would be a mistake to let someone
past the walls he had built up, but he had never once regretted letting Stiles
push past them. He liked to think that he never would.
“I want you. I want everything. I want you as a human, as a wolf. I want all of
you.”
Derek wasn't sure what to do with that at first. There was no waver in Stiles's
heartbeat and knowing that he truly meant his words was overwhelming. For a
moment, he was met with the anxious desire to run before he fell any deeper.
But he wouldn't run. Not from Stiles. “You can have it. Anything, Stiles.”
The pure emotion in Stiles's gaze was something that sent a wave of heat down
Derek's body. “I want to have you. I want you to be mine.” His eyes were still
flashing gold, showing that the wolf was just under the surface, begging to
take control.
Control was something Derek had obsessed over for so long now. After so many
things had been taken from him without him being able to do anything about it,
control was the one thing he had always been striving for. But there was a part
of him that had always been hoping that there was someone who might come along
and challenge that. Someone who might be able to take some of the burden he'd
placed on his own shoulders for so long. He certainly hadn't expected that to
be Stiles, but now he knew that Stiles was the only one who he could willingly
give himself over to completely. And god he wanted that. “Don't be an idiot.
I'm already yours.”
The growl resonating from deep in Stiles's chest was more of a turn on than he
could even understand. “You know what I mean, smartass. But I don't mind
showing you if you're unsure.”
“I think that would be a good idea.”
That was all they needed before they were at each other again, hands gripping
hard enough to bruise. Derek found himself on his back, Stiles hovering over
him and mouth attached to his neck, biting down none too gently just above his
collar bone. His hands dug into Stiles's thighs, nails pressing crescent shaped
marks into his skin. It was just hard to control himself when Stiles was openly
challenging his dominance like this. But Stiles didn't seem to mind as he
rolled his hips down against Derek's, drawing a gasp from both of them. And
just like that, they were grinding against one another, hips moving and
arousals brushing together with such friction that Derek still couldn't decide
whether it felt amazing or if it was starting to become uncomfortable.
When Stiles stilled his motions, Derek glared up at him. “What do you think
you're doing?” His hands gripped tighter at Stiles's hips when he started to
move away.
“Don't be difficult. We can't really proceed without supplies. Well, I mean we
could, but I don't really find saliva to really be that great of a substitute
for lube, so we should probably-”
“Shut up.” Derek should have known better than to ask. “Just be quick.” When
Stiles's lips parted with a grin, Derek cut him off. “If you dare say that's
what she said right now, then I'm going to-”
Stiles crawled across the bed until he could reach the bedside table, where his
hand felt around for the lube. “Rip my throat out with your teeth? Sure,
honey.”
Derek rolled his eyes. “Don't call me that.”
“You're mine tonight, I can call you whatever I want.” Stiles answered as he
draped himself back over the Alpha, grinning down at him. “Don't you think,
Sourwolf?”
“I'm not letting you fuck me if you're going to call me that.” Derek retorted
dryly.
His new Beta didn't seem to take his threat seriously as he leaned in, lips
hovering just centimeters above Derek's. “Do you think you could really say no
at this point?” His hand slid down Derek's body, starting at his chest and
continuing downwards until it his fingertips brushed against his cock. “When
you're this turned on already?”
It had taken Stiles a long time to get warmed up to the idea of dirty talk. At
first, Derek had found that sex was a pretty good way to shut Stiles up. The
only noises he tended to make were moans and breathless whispers. Well, maybe
not whispers. Stiles wasn't quiet enough for that. But lately he'd been getting
more adventurous and more talkative. Derek couldn't deny that he welcomed it.
“Maybe you should do something about that.”
“I intend to. I've got plenty I want to do about that.”
This was how just ten minutes later, Derek found himself hovering over Stiles's
lap, with those long fingers twisting inside of him. God this was something
that Derek had never thought he wanted so much. The urge to submit wasn't
something that he had felt much as an Alpha, and he'd never been with another
guy before Stiles so this was an entirely new experience for him. But it still
wasn't enough. “Stiles. Now.” He couldn't wait any longer. He wanted this. He
wanted to be connected to Stiles in every way possible. He wanted to give
himself over to the person he loved.
“Impatient much?” The smug tone in Stiles's voice made Derek groan in
irritation, though honestly, he wouldn't have this any other way. Somehow
Stiles's sense of humor had gone from something that annoyed him to something
that he found endearing.
Stiles's hands fumbled for the lube again, before he coated his erection,
clearly afraid that he was going to hurt Derek by how much he used. It was
ridiculous in Derek's opinion, because what harm could this really do him?
Stiles had spent a good amount of time stretching him in preparation and while
Derek appreciated that he was trying to be gentle with him, it was also
something that he didn't really want. He wanted to get back to that state of
urgency and need. To make his opinion perfectly clear, he leaned in close, red
bleeding into his irises. “Stiles. I don't want to be treated like I'm fragile.
I want you to fuck me like your life depended on it, understood?”
So maybe he wasn't one hundred percent on board with giving up all his control.
His words had seemed to make Stiles get with the picture though, because in the
next moment he was being flipped over. He allowed it, though his wolf was
starting to feel slightly on edge with this behavior from one of his Betas.
They shifted until Derek was on his knees, hands gripping at the sheets beneath
him as Stiles pressed himself against the length of his back, breath coming in
short pants already.
“Derek... Derek, I need you. Can I?” His hips pressed up against him in small
rocking movements. The only response Derek gave was a low growl. It was a
warning that if Stiles didn't get a move on, then there would be consequences.
The way Stiles aligned himself and started to push in was something that could
only be described as gentle and just not enough. He almost instantly pushed his
hips back. “Move.”
“Oh, god.” He heard Stiles whisper behind him, hands on Derek's hips. The first
few rolls of Stiles's hips were testing, trying to find the right angle as he
pushed forward and then pulled Derek back towards him.
“Move.” Derek repeated. “Now.”
From then on, they lost all sense of caution. Stiles might have been new to
fucking Derek, but he wasn't new to fucking all together. Where he was
initially a little uneven and slopping in his movements, he caught on quickly
and it wasn't long until he was driving his hips forward in a way that had
Derek gripping tighter at the sheets below them to try and keep himself
upright.
Behind him, he could feel the moment when Stiles started to lose his control.
His chest was pressed tightly against Derek's back and he could practically
feel the vibrations of the teenager's heart racing. The hands at his hips were
digging into skin, nails elongated. “D-Derek. Fuck. So good. I can't, ah, I
can't hold back any more.”
“Then don't.” The wolf within him was scratching to get to the surface just as
badly and the moment he felt Stiles shift behind him, he couldn't help but
answer. He could feel his teeth extend and his now pointed nails were nearly
shredding the comforter underneath him. Stiles's teeth closed in on the
junction between the back of his neck and his shoulder, biting just hard enough
to draw blood. The moan it drew out of him was something he didn't think he'd
ever heard from himself before. Fuck this was turning him on more than he could
even understand. “S-shit, Stiles.” He groaned out, his own hips rocking back in
time with Stiles's thrusts, which were more just rough snaps forward to try and
push deeper than they were actual full thrusts.
Neither of them were going to last very long at this unforgiving pace. He could
feel his own body starting to tense, signaling the approach of his orgasm.
Stiles must have caught on, because he wrapped one hand around his cock and
began to stroke him with a pace just as quick as his movements within him. He
was thankful that even in a heated moment like this, Stiles had enough sense to
be careful not to let his claws scrape against him. The passionate cry that
escaped him when he came was just short of a howl and Derek might have been
embarrassed about that had he not been so lost within the heat that washed over
him. Stiles only managed to push forward two more times before he was falling
over that edge, and Derek was regretting that he didn't have some way to record
the groan of satisfaction Stiles gave, because it might have been the hottest
and most wrecked thing he'd ever heard.
Stiles was still in Beta form when he pulled out and flopped down on the bed
beside him, panting heavily for breath. “Holy fucking shit. I-I told you! I
told you this was going to improve our sex life.” His features slowly shifted
back to normal and there was a wide satisfied grin on his face that Derek
shouldn't find as beautiful as he did.
“Shut up, Stiles. Don't ruin the after glow by talking.” Derek responded,
though as he pressed his face into Stiles's shoulder, he couldn't hold back the
grin that formed. He supposed giving up some of his control wasn't so bad.
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