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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Relationship_musings..., sterek, alternate_POV
  Series:
      Part 2 of It's_all_part_of_the_chase...
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-20 Words: 1168
****** My body is a Zombie for you... ******
by Reene_Lou
Summary
     Derek’s never been one for expressing himself; he can barely
     articulate what type of soda he wants half the time, let alone find
     the words to describe how completely and utterly fucked he is.
     So when Stiles corners him one Sunday morning in the hallway, taking
     a hold of his chin and pressing their lips together, he barely has
     time to close his eyes before it’s all over and Stiles is leaving
     with a grin as he stands there stunned.
     Isaac walks in moments later and takes one look at him before
     smirking and walking straight back out.
     It only escalates from there.
Notes
     I decided to write Derek's POV... I don't know why because I hate it
     and think it's terrible but whatever it's done now.
     Please comment if you think it's shite.
See the end of the work for more notes
Derek’s never been one for expressing himself; he can barely articulate what
type of soda he wants half the time, let alone find the words to describe how
completely and utterly fucked he is.
So when Stiles corners him one Sunday morning in the hallway, taking a hold of
his chin and pressing their lips together, he barely has time to close his eyes
before it’s all over and Stiles is leaving with a grin as he stands there
stunned.
Isaac walks in moments later and takes one look at him before smirking and
walking straight back out.
It only escalates from there.
Stiles finds new and inventive ways to torture him in the coming weeks, the
brush of a hand against his thigh under the table. Derek finds himself unable
to look away from those lush lips and the pink wet tongue that darts out to
lick them; he sits across the room watching as Stiles tries to sway Scott’s
vote and convince him of the merits of District 9 as their movie of choice for
the evening, whilst Lydia stands defiant with a copy of The Notebook in hand.
Scott and Boyd both wimp out and vote for The Notebook so when Stiles rubs his
face in frustration declaring he no longer has a best friend and throws himself
on the couch beside him, Derek knows what’s coming.
Still he has to suppress a shiver of desire as Stiles stretches out his leg
flush with Derek’s own and an arm across the back of the couch fingers dancing
across the nape of his neck.
He can feel a heat pooling in the pit of his stomach, blood rushing to his cock
as he suppresses a moan.
He’s suddenly hyper aware of his surroundings and jumps up practically
sprinting to the kitchen. He stands knuckles white; claws extended gripping the
counter trying to regain some semblance of composure. Derek is by no means a
virgin; he’s fucked more people than he’s eaten hot dinners, but the thoughts
running through his head right now are positively obscene.
Movement behind him causes his heart to stutter, it’s the scent that betrays
him, more so that the slow shuffling or the elevated heartbeat… It fills his
nostrils and sends electric shocks across his skin making the fine hairs that
cover it stand on end.
“Do you understand? How I ache?” Stiles murmur’s into his ear, close enough to
send a warm gust of breath over his skin “It’s too much to bear”
It’s like a blow to the stomach and he feels the countertop splinter underneath
his grip.
“How much I want you…” Stiles' words ghost against his skin and all Derek wants
to do is pin him down and bite and claw and fuck him senseless.
Quite suddenly it seems Stiles is gone and it’s all he can do to keep from
hunting him down and letting him know just how well he understands.
After that it seems Stiles’ scent is everywhere clinging to everything and it
makes him want to scream.
He finds himself standing in the shadows, watching, listening as Stiles’ cums
quick and breathless moaning his name. He howls stung with envy and grief that
it’s not his hands caressing, manipulating, giving rise to those moans from
Stiles’ throat.
Derek finds himself walking in on suddenly quiet rooms, Scott and Alison
staring at him like he’s grown another head, Jackson smirking like he’s just
been told the secret to life the universe and everything and Erica, Erica’s
just looking at him as if to confirm yes we we’re talking about you, no you
can’t do a godamn thing about it.
Stiles’ is almost always sitting in the corner ridiculously silent with a small
smile flitting across his lips.
________________________________________
It isn’t easy, learning to realize someone wants to be there, that they want
you faults and all. It’s even harder when the person in question is an annoying
hyperactive dick who takes pleasure in ignoring you, pretending to do research
whilst he actually battles hordes of mythological creatures… Living, breathing
Werewolves seemingly aren’t enough to keep the boy Stilinski entertained.
Derek asks him once why he doesn’t respond to the wisecracks and the taunting,
Stiles shrugs without looking away from the computer screen he answers “They
wouldn’t believe me if told them” he keeps his gaze straight as if embarrassed
“they wouldn’t believe a big bad Alpha could be cowed by a sarcastic, sixteen
year old who couldn’t fight his way out of a wet paper bag”
Derek snorts a laugh as he reclines across the bed one arm slung across his
eyes, before quietly admitting “I don’t want to fight with you Stiles, I like
the way things are, I thought for years that anger, hate were the only things
that could keep me focused…” Derek pauses trying to find the words, the right
way to phrase what it is he’s trying to say without sounding like a complete
moron. He feels the springs of the bed creak as Stiles climbs on to it; he
feels a burning flush of anxiety and embarrassment spreading through his body,
his lips press tightly together and his fist clenches as he draws in a deep
breath. “You keep me from losing control, when I’m out there and I can feel
myself slipping… You’re my anchor.”
Stiles’ is pulling his arm away from his face trying to look him in the eyes as
Derek bores holes into the ceiling trying desperately to look at anything other
than him.
“Hey” Stiles barks at him “No! Don’t you dare feel like you can’t tell me this
stuff because this is what I’m here for” Derek glances down to see a pained
expression on Stiles’ face “If I can’t make you feel better then what am I here
for?”
It’s disgusting how that look makes Derek’s heart jump into his throat, all of
a sudden it’s physically painful not to have Stiles in his arms. Derek pulls
him close, folding his arms around Stiles’ awkward frame, and whispers gently
into his ear “It’s probably the blowjobs” His whole body shakes with the effort
of suppressing his laughter whilst Stiles’ wriggles in his grip trying to whack
him “You aren’t funny” he hisses.
“I’m fucking hilarious and you know it” Derek quips burying his face into the
crook of Stiles’ neck he breaths deeply, inhaling that delicious heady scent,
pressing small kisses against the spot behind his ear. Stiles’ determination to
punch Derek in the throat for his insensitivity seems to disappear as shivers
with lust, fingers clutching at Derek’s shirt he twists his head to catch
Derek’s mouth against his own.
A battle of tongues ensues and Derek threads his fingers through Stiles’
pulling their arms above his head, he lifts his hips up to meet Stiles’ and
receives an enthusiastic moan for his effort, breathless he stops with one last
press of lips and declares.
“You’re here because I want you…”
End Notes
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