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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:
      Slash, Paralysis, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Past_Abuse, Top_Derek, Kinky,
      Frottage, Anal_Sex, Facials, Dominance, Ninja!Stiles, unaware!derek,
      Kanima_Venom, Vulnerability, Oral_Sex, sterek, Revenge, Revenge_Sex,
      Dubious_Consent, Non_Consensual
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-07 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 4244
****** Prisoner ******
by Acerbity
Summary
     Stiles finds himself incredibly aroused every time Derek is in a
     vulnerable state, so he fabricates a ridiculous plan in order to get
     the object of his desire exactly where he wants him...
     "Then, it was that night at the pool. That jarring, life-threatening
     encounter in the school with the Kanima. With just a little flick of
     a claw, Derek had been paralyzed - just like that - and it was up to
     Stiles to keep him afloat, to save his life. Stiles, the skinny,
     awkward, motor-mouth, with no sex appeal and zero muscle mass. He
     wasn't exactly sure how he had managed to tread water that long,
     holding Derek up in the deep, cold water. All he knew was that
     afterward when he finally had the chance to sit down and reflect on
     the occurrence, he was extremely aroused.
     "Soo, Allison, I was just wondering."
     "Yes, Stiles?"
     "You wouldn't happen to still have some of that Kanima venom floating
     around, would you?""
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** The Pool *****
It all started with the pool…
Actually, no... It started with the very deadly wolf's bane bullet that had
incapacitated Derek a while back. There he was – the strong, sculpted, 'big bad
wolf' – reduced to a human state. No, less than human. And he had resorted to
Stiles for help. Stiles had been ready to cut the man's arm off to save his
life, for crying out loud! He never thought he would see someone like Derek
look so helpless, so vulnerable, and it made his skin crawl. It also stirred
other things within him, but he bit them back and carried on with joining Scott
and the crew in their werewolf shenanigans.
Then, it was that night at the pool. That jarring, life-threatening encounter
in the school with the Kanima. With just a little flick of a claw, Derek had
been paralyzed - just like that - and it was up to Stiles to keep him afloat,
to save his life. Stiles, the skinny, awkward, motor-mouth, with no sex appeal
and zero muscle mass. He wasn't exactly sure how he had managed to tread water
that long, holding Derek up in the deep, cold water. All he knew was that
afterward when he finally had the chance to sit down and reflect on the
occurrence, he was extremely aroused.
"Soo, Allison, I was just wondering."
"Yes, Stiles?"
"You wouldn't happen to still have some of that Kanima venom floating around,
would you? From that evening at Scott's when you paralyzed Erica –a.k.a.
outsmarted Erica's fine ass?"
"I might… Wait, why on earth would you want it?"
"It's for a practical joke! I know that sounds terrible, but I promise nobody
will get hurt!" He grinned innocently, blinking his big brown eyes and batting
his lashes.
"Fine, I'll bring some to school tomorrow. You'd better be telling the truth,
Stiles. Nobody gets hurt." He nodded his head and turned to walk away, doing a
celebratory fist-pump dance.
'Plan is going as... planned. Hell to the yeah!"
-x-
The night he crept into Derek's house was incredibly dark, the sky was almost
starless and the moon was nowhere near full. Stiles was equipped with an
envenomed knife, a mask, a voice-altering device, handcuffs, and a scent-
obscuring concoction that Deaton had unwillingly rustled up. He also brought
along a little extra dab of the noxious substance – just in case. He could hear
the large man snoring upstairs, so he inched his way along very, very quietly,
until he was at the top of the stairs. He peered into Derek's decrepit bedroom
to see the shirtless alpha passed out face-first on the bed. 'Adorable.' Stiles
smirked and glided forward in the dark.
*Shick* Stiles nicked the back of Derek's neck roughly with the knife before
leaping back and crouching in the darkness. The older man stirred, sitting up,
shaking his head from side to side and looking confused.
"Who's there?" Silence. "Hello?" More silence. "Wha- what the-" Derek lifted
his hand up to the back of the neck and recoiled, glimpsing blood on his hand
before collapsing forward onto the floor. Stiles rushed forward with the cuffs,
trapping the now paralyzed Derek's hands in front of him. "What the fuck is
going on here? Answer me!?" Derek sounded enraged. Stiles could see the red
shoot through his eyes as he growled loudly in the stagnant room.
'This was too easy… Now, where do I start?' Stiles chuckled into the voice-box
taped into his mask, taunting "Aw, Derek… Looking quite helpless, I see?"
"Show yourself, you coward!" Derek grumbled, but Stiles could see the fear that
was beginning to show in the man's face.
"Tsk, tsk. I don't think that will be necessary. Hmmm, I wonder what we've got
in here…" Stiles moved forward again, using the knife blade to pop the button
on Derek's jeans as he licked a trail down the man's stomach. "Sleeping in
jeans. Now that just doesn't seem comfortable."
"Who are you!?" Derek was starting to sound panicked now, and Stiles was
getting off on it.
"No one of any particular importance," he replied, reaching for the alpha's
zipper. That small, simple sound cut through the air like a blade, and he could
see out of the corner of his eye Derek's head turn to the side as he looked for
an escape. "There's no getting away, Derek. I've got you right where I want
you." The jeans were being slid down taut, muscular thighs as Derek hissed,
"What are you doing!?"
"I'm just reaching out and-" Stiles' hand brushed over Derek's semi-hard
erection, "taking what I want." Derek huffed, his head lolling back. 'He
actually hasn't figured out who I am, I guess this scent stuff really works!'
"Oh, what have we got here, big boy?"
"Stop…" A whisper,
"The things I'm gonna do to you…"
"Stop it, please…" a whine, and this time Stiles winced a little. He bravely
lunged forward, kneeling over the were, straddling him.
"What's that, you want me to stop? But it feels soo good…" He rocked his hips
forward a bit, letting Derek feel how insanely hard he was. Derek didn't talk
TO him again; he just started mumbling, almost incoherently,
"Can't do this again, handle this again, I can't... Can't even defend myself,
can't even… Not again… Kate… Not like this… Always has to be like this… Can't…
Can't have anything…"
"Derek." The man said nothing, just continued blathering away to himself, his
eyes starting to glisten with the formation of tears. 'Wait, tears? Is he
CRYING? Oh shit…' "Derek? Derek, answer me!"
He grabbed Derek's face, tilting it up toward his. A little stream of moonlight
was filtering through the window now, illuminating a minute patch of the room,
and as Stiles raised Derek's limp upper half up toward him, he pierced that
beam. His body was slick with sweat as was his face with tears. His eyes were
dead to the world, totally lost. He stared off straight ahead, irises darting
around minutely, a stray tear making its way down his cheek. Stiles couldn't
handle it, he couldn't. It was one thing to see him vulnerable but this – this
was damaged. This was broken.
"Derek." His eyes remained glazed, but Stiles continued. "I promise I will take
this mask off and stop what I'm doing on one condition – nod if you
understand." Derek shakily nodded his head. "I'll take this off and stop, but I
want you to talk to me. I want you to tell me what the hell happened to you to
make you like this. Okay? And I want you to promise me something. Nod, Derek."
Derek nodded again. "I want you to promise me that once you find out who I am
you'll let me explain my intentions before trying to decapitate me, because I
do care about you and hurting you was not my objective. Okay?" Derek nodded yet
again, only this time he looked extremely confused. "You got me?" The wolf
nodded again, and Stiles slipped off the mask.
Upon seeing the boy's face, Derek turned his away, laying his face against the
charred wooden floor. The pain and embarrassment was evident in his voice. "I
can't look at you right now."
"Derek, please. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for things to go that far."
"Didn't mean for… Oh, so you were just going to rape me and that was all?"
Stiles gaped at him, open mouthed.
"I know, I fucked up. I get these stupid ideas in my head and I get all excited
when things play out as planned and then everything comes back to bite me in
the ass-err-please don't. Bite me in the ass, that is." Derek sighed,
"Why'd you do this?"
"I… I don't know. When I saw you before – when you got shot with the bullet –
and when we were in the pool and I was keeping you afloat – you were so
innocent and harmless looking. You're always so menacing and macho and scary,
and I… I don't know, I guess I just found that attractive. I found the human
part of you attractive, the part of you that can't do supernatural things. The
part of you that needs help. That, and I never, ever thought you'd fuck me
under any other circumstances."
"You didn't think I'd fuck you if I wasn't PARALYZED?!" 
"Uh… Yeah…I didn't really THINK about it that way. I thought it was more of a
seduction tactic and less of a rape scenario."
"Well, you thought wrong. Also, for someone as intelligent and attractive as
yourself you sure do have a staggering inferiority complex…"
"Wait, what? Okay, big guy, I'm sorry. Now, are you going to spill the beans?"
"Huh?"
"Are you gonna talk to me like you promised?"
"Stiles, I'm not sharing my life story with you only to have you pity me."
"That's not it, Derek. I want to know you. It's not 'all aboard the pity-
train'; I just want to know what happened to you. I know that it must have been
bad for you to get upset like that. I've never seen you cry…" Stiles
tentatively moved to sit behind Derek, cradling his head in his lap.
"Fine... Kate and I… We had a very…complicated relationship."
"And by complicated you mean physically abusive?" Derek closed his eyes at
that,
"Yes. While my family was being burned alive, I was off 'getting some'. She
came off as such a sweet girl, a charming older woman, but… She used me. She
used me to get to my family and then she just kept taking and taking. She
tortured me with news of the fire, of what she had done, and then she… She did
things to me. I don't want to speak of those things, just know that they were
not consensual, pleasant things." Stiles winced,
"Ah, I gotcha… But, it wasn't your fault, Derek. You didn't know she was going
to do that to you. You were just a teenager in love!"
"Yeah… I guess. I guess that's what love has done to me in the past. Maybe
that's why I'm still alone now."
"…You don't have to be."
"What…? Stiles, do you even hear yourself right now? What are you suggesting,
that we date? Have you stopped to consider the fact that it would be extremely
dangerous? If someone or something else doesn't hurt you trying to get to me, I
might hurt you. I couldn't live with myself… Not after –"
"Derek, did you ever consider that maybe that's not your decision to make?"
Stiles was leaning down now, inching closer to his face,
"You're 17, Stiles. This isn't even legal."
"I. Don't. Care." Stiles was directly in front of him now, eye to eye. "I'm
tired of not pursuing what I want and letting things slip through my fingers
all the time. I'm not helpless. In fact, you're the one who's helpless, here!"
Stiles grinned broadly and finished closing the distance, grazing Derek's lips
with a slight touch of his own before melding their mouths together in a deep
kiss. Surprisingly, Derek kissed him back. 'He's kissing me back. He's kissing
me back!' Stiles swiveled around so that he was straddling Derek again, before
violating the wolf's neck with his mouth. He suckled at the skin there, pausing
to tease it with his teeth, drawing the blood to the surface. He knew it would
heal quickly, but he liked the feeling it gave him, the concept of 'marking'
Derek. Apparently the alpha was regaining some of his mobility, which was
quickly verified by Derek wrapping his right leg up around Stiles', pulling his
body down, deepening the junction. They both moaned coarsely, the mix of their
tones sounding almost vulgar in the silent room.
"Stiles…"
"Yeah, Derek?" Stiles pulled his mouth away from the man's neck, turning to
look him in the eyes, still sitting atop him obscenely in the middle of the
floor.
"I can't do this, not tonight. Not after that little fright you gave me."
Stiles sighed, pushing himself up off of the floor, extending a hand to help
Derek to his feet. After Derek had achieved a standing position, he took a few
steps back to the bed and seated himself, his elbows resting on his knees, his
hands rubbing at his stubble. He looked to be deep in thought. Stiles was
disappointed.'I fucked everything up, this was a terrible idea, now he'll
definitely never want to have anything to do with me. Why, oh why did I have to
succumb to those cliché 'teenage hormones?' He looked at the floor, waiting for
Derek to speak, waiting for something to break the awkward silence.
"I'll consider your offer, though…" Stiles perked up at that, and Derek
continued, "But don't expect much from me. I'm damaged goods; I'm not much use
to anyone."
"Cut it out, Derek, you're a great guy. You're always trying to do the right
thing, even if you have a roundabout, blatant way of doing things sometimes."
Derek smiled at the youth, just a little smirk, and that was all Stiles needed.
He could go home happy, now. "I'm sorry, Derek. I'm sorry for earlier. My plan
was a wee bit on the mental side." Derek raised his eyebrow at that,
"Ya think?" There was another silence, Stiles gathered his stuff, and just as
he was about to leave the wolf spoke again. "Stiles."
"Yeah?" He poked his head back into the doorway, eyes wide with intrigue.
"Can you maybe… Can you stay?"
"Yes! I mean uh, yeah. I can stay…" Stiles re-entered the room, stripping off
his shirt and climbing into bed behind Derek.
"Thanks." Stiles smiled into Derek's shoulder, snuggling up behind the goliath
mass of muscles, wrapping an arm around his waist,
'I like this… It feels… Right.'. It was mere minutes before they both drifted
off to sleep, enjoying the warmth and company of each other.
When Stiles awoke the next morning, he was paralyzed. He turned his head to the
side only to see a very satisfied-looking Derek sitting in bed next to him. The
man smiled wickedly,
"You're awake… Good."
***** Retribution *****
Chapter Summary
     Derek gets back at Stiles for paralyzing him...
     Also, Derek cracks a joke.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Uhhhhh Derek? What are you doing?" Derek only grinned at the boy and chucked,
his eyes lighting up mischievously.
The alpha licked his lips hungrily before he spoke: "What do you think I'm
doing?" He paused before continuing, "Getting you back for last night."
"But uhhm… I have to go to school!"
"No you don't, It's a Saturday. Besides, don't you think you owe me?" Stiles'
lip quivered and his eyes danced up and down, studying Derek's face and chest.
The man was lounging casually on the bed beside him, with a playful expression
on his face. 'And he looks naked from what I can see…'
"What are you gonna do to me?"
The other let loose what could only be described as a wolfish smile before
moving to slide down Stiles' pants, quickly tugging them over his feet and
tossing them somewhere in the depths of the room. He swiftly moved to straddle
the boy's legs, and the warmth mixed with the weight of the man's body, along
with his proximity to Stiles' 'belongings' caused him to swell almost
instantly. He couldn't move anything from the neck down, of course, but he sure
could feel everything. Every. Last. Thing. Derek leaned forward and toyed with
him through his boxer-briefs and reveled in the sharp intake of breath that
followed.
"Derek, what are you –"
"I like the way these fit you, I bet they make your ass look phenomenal…" The
alpha growled, then rolled Stiles onto his side, diving his head down to nip at
the boy's behind playfully.
"Ah!" His cry was of alarm and arousal, not pain, as Derek had only lightly
grazed the skin. He dropped Stiles back down so he was laying on his back and
snaked a bit farther down his body, planting small, mouthy kisses up Stiles'
right thigh. He could see the boy's dick twitch wildly in his peripheral
vision, which made him chuckle to himself. 'I've got him all worked up and he
can't even do anything about it.'
"Oh my god, Derek, can you just touch me already?"
"Nah, I think I'll wait. Serves you right, you naughty little fucker." Stiles
groaned loudly and sighed while Derek laughed heartily at his misfortune.
"You sound like a giddy little schoolgirl, it's frightening."
"Oh, but I'm not…" He crawled up the boy's body and mouthed at his neck, not
allowing his body to drop low enough to touch the other's. He nipped and sucked
at the flesh there, drawing a little gasp from Stiles, imprinting the skin and
leaving dark bruises. "I hope everyone sees this, sees what a little whore you
are."
He nuzzled his way down that pale, freckled neck, devouring him as he went,
when he finally reached that spot.You see, the neck is a very erogenous area,
and Derek, being part wolf, knows that all too well. Everyone has a weak spot,
a sensitive point that sends them reeling into the depths of arousal, and when
he found it – when the boy beneath him tipped his head back and moaned
throatily – he just about lost control. Derek wasn't naked at this point, but
he sure as hell wasn't keeping his black briefs on any longer. He shrugged out
of them and mounted the boy's chest, taking a moment to lean back and caress
both thighs lightly with his claws, smirking when he heard Stiles' breath
hitch.
"Derek, please…"
"Fuck, I love it when you say my name. Not yet."
The man slid forward a bit and took his own length in his hand, teasing the
open lips beneath him with the head. He started to stroke himself as Stiles
watched with heavy-lidded eyes, and he squeezed his thighs against the sides of
the boy's torso every time he felt a wave of pleasure. A few minutes passed and
they both found themselves breathing raggedly, Stiles' mouth hanging open, his
eyes glazed over with desire as he watched the powerful man above him. Derek's
abs contracted as he lightly rolled his hips against the boy's chest seeking
more contact, more pleasure.
"Fuck, Derekkk…"
It was only a matter of 1 – 2 – 3 more rough tugs and he was gasping sharply
and shooting in hot streams right onto Stiles' face. Luckily the kid had had
the sense to close his eyes because it went everywhere…All the way up over his
right cheek and into his eyebrow, sliding down his nose, and he had even gotten
some into his mouth. It was honestly the hottest thing Derek had ever
witnessed.
"Oh shit, oh my god, I feel like such a slut right now. Please tell me you're
going to touch me now, Der– please…" Stiles whined, and Derek finally obliged.
He hastily shifted down the boy's body and tongued his balls for a minute,
slipping one into his mouth and teasing it, before lifting up his head and
bending to inhale Stiles' aching cock. He sucked at it almost violently,
working his head up and down, and it was only a matter of seconds before his
mouth was being filled. "Ah-ah-ff-ffuuck!" Derek tried his best to swallow it
down as quickly as it had come, but a bit spilled out and slid down the shaft.
He quickly lapped it up and the teen giggled because of the over stimulation.
"I can't even… What just happened? Man, your jizz is like molten lava; could
you please get this off of my face before it dries?" Derek smiled down at the
other, then stood up and stalked out of the room. "HEY! HEY, YOU'D BETTER NOT
LEAVE ME HERE LIKE THIS. DEREK! DEREK? HEY!?" Stiles shouted after him, but
calmed down when he heard water running in the other room. The wolf returned
with a damp cloth and wiped off the boy's face gently, tossing it to the side
when he had finished. "So is your room just like a vortex of discarded items?
Where are my pants? I feel exposed!"
"Stiles, shut up."
"I think I can move my – yep – I can move my arm!" Derek closed the gap between
their faces, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss. He climbed back
atop Stiles, grinding his restored erection down against the teen's stomach.
"Oh! Ohmygod, can all of my Saturdays be this fantastic?"
Derek reached down between the boy's legs and ran his middle finger between his
cheeks and over his taut hole. Stiles groaned softly, pressing himself back
into the bed, writhing his hips a bit. 'Hey! I can move my hips, too!' He
didn't have long to relish in the though, as Derek pushed a finger inside.
"Shit, you're so tight…" He pulled the finger back out and wrapped his lips
around three of them, slicking them up with spit, before reaching back down and
pushing two inside.
"FUCK! Fuck yes; you don't waste any time do y – ahhh…" He lost track of what
he was saying as the man's fingers pressed against his prostate.
"There it is…" Derek rumbled, leaning forward and taking Stiles' right nipple
in his mouth as he slid his fingers out and then back in again, hitting the
same spot.
"DEREK!" Stiles jerked his hips, his face contorting into a look of sheer
pleasure.
"I see you're able to move again, this should make things easier." He inserted
a third finger and stretched the boy as he whined beneath him. 'Honestly the
sounds coming out of that kid's mouth are driving me mental…' He pulled his
fingers free of Stiles' body suddenly, as the other gasped at the sensation,
and positioned himself for entry, lifting Stiles' legs up to rest on his
shoulders.
"You're lucky I'm flexib-ohhhfuckk…" Derek entered him, squeezing his thick
member into the tight orifice, threatening to split the boy in half. "That
feels... Ahhh…"
"What's this? Stiles at a loss for words?" He laughed, and leaned forward to
seat himself fully in the body beneath him. Stiles moaned and clenched around
him, driving him wild, and in response he slowly pulled himself back and thrust
into the boy again, bringing fourth similar sounds. "You alright?"
"Y-yeah… Do that again, would you?"
Derek pulled out again and slammed back in, harder this time, as Stiles' legs
slipped from his neck to wrap around his torso tightly, pulling him down,
urging him on. He picked up the pace, shaking the bed as Stiles cried out –
making almost sob-like sounds amongst his steady stream of profanities – and
soon felt himself growing close. He lifted one of his hands, slowing down his
thrusts a bit, so he could stroke the boy beneath him.
"Derek, fuck. Oh fuck."
He didn't take long this time either, as he was wound up tighter than a two
dollar watch. He came savagely, his body clenching up around Derek as the man
continued to fuck him through his orgasm. The sudden contractions and the sight
of Stiles coming undone sent him over the edge, and he unloaded deep inside of
him, filling him up. He growled deeply as he came, his eyes flashing red, his
claws digging deeply into the boy's hips.
"Ow-SHIT-Derek what the hell?" Derek pulled out, breathing raggedly, and turned
away from Stiles as he collected himself.
"Sorry, I got carried away." He bent down to inspect the wounds he had
inflicted and cringed.
Stiles saw the hurt look on Derek's face and started rambling instantly, "It's
okay, I'm fine now, it doesn't hurt. You just got carried away, I'm okay." He
sat up and pulled Derek toward him, pressing a kiss into the older man's cheek.
"Don't freak out, you didn't hurt me."
"Yeah, but I could have."
"But you didn't. Because you knew better… Because I know you wouldn'thurt me."
Derek smiled weakly back at him, kissing him softly and stroking Stiles' temple
with his thumb.
"You're fucking beautiful like that, you know?"
"Like what?"
"When you come undone completely, when your mind is astray and you're
speechless… Don't get me wrong, it's adorable when you ramble, but it was a
very different side of you."
"Well, now you know how I feel."
"What do you mean?"
"When I said I get turned on when you're defenseless – when you're human. It's
a side of you I'm not used to seeing. Not to say I don't find Mr. Snarly-Wolf
attractive… It just gets to me when you're like that."
"I guess you have a valid point… But paralyzing venom, really Stiles?" Stiles
blushed and scratched his head, smiling innocently.
"Sorry… Hey does this mean we're like… together now?"
"I don't know... Maybe."
Stiles fist-pumped the air with both arms, before realizing that his stomach
was currently covered in… Fluids."We're super gross right now, do you have a
shower?"
"Of course I have a shower; it's down the hall on the right."
"'Kay, let's go!" He leapt to his feet, shyly covering himself as he walked
toward the door and around the corner. Derek sighed and planted his head firmly
in his hands, 'What have I gotten myself into?' "You coming?" Stiles asked
eagerly, poking his head back into the doorframe.
"Already have. Twice." He smiled devilishly and got to his feet before
following his lover down the hall.
Chapter End Notes
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End Notes
     Song Credit - Jeffree Star - Prisoner
     "I got no regrets, and I remember the day that we met, there was no
     way that I could forget you - so I followed you home - and I waited
     'til you were alone. And I crept - into your room while you slept, I
     laid next to you and I knew - that I could never let you go... I know
     this seems so wrong, but I'm just a love-sick criminal..."
     "You woke up to me, staring at you in your sleep, like a deer in the
     headlights I couldn't see - anything else but the way you breathe..
     And you screamed - at the top of your lungs - you couldn't believe it
     - you thought you were dreaming; I knew - I never wanted you to let
     me go..."
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