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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:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, end_of_heat, talk_of_past_injury, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-14 Words: 2594
****** Run Your Fingers Down My Scars ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     They talk about Stiles's encounter with Ethan.
     *Title taken from Good Hurt by Killmatriarch
Notes
     It was supposed to be a simple aftercare piece with sex but then
     talking happened. I hope you like it, bb. Happy late birthday! I Love
     you.
Stiles's mouth quirked up into an amused grin as Derek shot him an unimpressed
glare from between his legs, eyes flashing their familiar red. "I told you no
biting, it's not my fault if you don't listen." He tried to keep laughter out
of his voice but it was a lost cause the moment he looked down at Derek. They
were long past the time when a simple glare would have been enough to scare him
into silence and now it was more funny than anything else; what could he say he
lived to annoy. "Less glaring and more cleaning please. I said less glaring.
You really have to work on your listening skills, pal, for someone that claims
to have superior hearing you really suck at - hey!"
Stiles scowled and knocked his knee against the side of Derek's head as he
reached down to rub at his thigh, the pale skin already turning a bright red
where Derek bit him. His mate smirked up at him then went back to methodically
cleaning slick and werewolf spunk off his sore and sensitive ass. "Touchy
wolf," he huffed and laid back down as Derek spread his cheeks to carefully run
a warm towel over his hole. He shivered as Derek's cloth covered finger circled
the rim and whimpered when he felt the tip gently push inside. "Ugh. Too much.
Can't." His toes curled and his cock gave a valiant twitch but there was no way
he could get it up again, not after he spent a week getting his ass reamed and
knotted.
He had finally gone through his first annual heat and it was so much better
than he had imagined it would be. Granted, he had thought he would spend the
week alone in the heat room his dad had built a few years ago with a small
selection of toys and out of mind with lust. Having Derek with him was a
significant improvement, it gave him moments of lucidity between each round
whereas alone he probably would have been mindlessly begging for someone to
fuck him until the full seven days were over. That's what he had heard from
other kids in school that had already gone through heat alone and he had been
dreading it up until the moment he and Derek had gotten their shit together and
were able to talk about what they wanted from each other. It wasn't a
conversation he wanted to repeat, getting Derek Hale to talk about his emotions
was harder than making him admit he needed help now and then. That was saying
something, seriously.
"Shh, I've got you. Relax, you did good, Stiles, now let me take care of you."
His voice was a soothing rumble and Stiles felt his muscles unclench as Derek
finished cleaning his ass and thighs. He closed his eyes and sighed. Now that
his heat was over, he felt exhaustion starting to kick in and all he wanted to
do was go to sleep and be the little spoon to Derek's big spoon. Surprisingly
enough, his mate was a huge cuddleslut but he wasn't complaining, it was nice
to wake up with Derek sprawled halfway over him. The weight of another body on
him made him feel grounded and safe. It was kind of a big deal since he hadn't
felt safe after the whole alpha pack ordeal and no one would blame him. He had
nearly been gutted by one of the twins and had the scars to prove it.
"What's wrong?"
Stiles's eyes snapped open when he heard worry in Derek's tone. "Nothing," he
brushed off with a small wave. He waited for Derek to call him out on his
obvious lie but when that didn't happen he looked down and cursed under his
breath. He had been rubbing his hand over the scars on his belly and Derek had
noticed. His mate's face was blank as he stared at the ugly claw marks Ethan
had left behind, forever a reminder of how close he had been to death. He
swallowed and shifted to curl in on his side and hide the scars but Derek was
faster and wrapped his hands around his hips, keeping him in place.
"What-?" He cut himself off with a gasp when he felt Derek press a soft kiss
over the jagged edge of his scars. Derek had never touched the marks before,
they had both ignored them when they were naked, their minds focused on getting
off then going to sleep or getting a snack depending on the time. "You don't,"
he cleared his throat and bit down on his trembling lips, "you don't have to do
that. I know they're ugly," he told Derek, voice rough as he tried to push him
away from his stomach.
"They're not ugly," Derek murmured against him, lips brushing another kiss onto
the marred skin as he refused to budge.
"Yeah, they really are, actually." Stiles grit his teeth as Derek worked his
way across his scars and impatiently wiped at his eyes. He didn't like to be
reminded of them but try as he might he felt them everyday in the shower,
looked at them in the mirror when he changed clothes, or touched them when he
scratched his belly after a really good jerk off session. He didn't like to be
reminded of them because when he noticed he always, always remembered that day
and how stupid he had felt when he had allowed himself to be lured away from
the pack and how much it had fucking hurt to feel those claws dig in and drag
across his stomach, tearing his skin as easily as tissue paper.
"No, they're not. They remind me how stubborn you are, refusing to die even
when it would be easier." Derek moved up and boxed Stiles in with his body,
arms resting on either side of his head on the mattress. "They show me what a
strong mate you are," he admitted as he leaned down to nose the underside of
Stiles's chin.
Stiles let out disbelieving snort. "Right, I'm strong because I didn't bleed
out. I think you have dumb luck and a quick trip to the hospital to thank for
that rather than sheer force of will, big guy. Brownie points for optimism,
though." He moved his head to the side and stared at the window, not in the
mood to have this conversation.
"You don't give yourself enough credit, take the damn compliment for what it
is."
They weren't Derek's scars, they were his and he held no delusions about what
they meant, what they represented. "Its not a compliment, I was an idiot that
day, such a fucking-"
"Would you just give me this? When I finally found you I - I - fuck, Stiles, I
can't lose anyone else. I can't."
"Derek."
"If I let those scars only remind me of how close you were to dying I'd go out
of my goddamn mind with fear every time you run with the pack." Derek laid his
weight fully on top of Stiles, covering him with his body.
Well when he put it that way... Stiles swallowed and ran his fingers through
Derek's hair. "'M not afraid when I run with the pack, it's when I feel
safest." Derek made a questioning sound but didn't bother to look up, leaning
into his hand instead. He paused and continued to stroke Derek's hair. He
didn't want to admit that he hated being alone since it happened. He felt like
he was a walking target whenever he wasn't with one of his wolves and it
seriously pissed him off. Stiles knew he wasn't weak, he'd saved all of their
furry asses at one point or another but he viscerally remembered what it had
felt like to be cornered by Ethan and how helpless he had felt in that moment.
"I hate being alone," he finally said and quickly added, "but don't take that
as my permission to post a wolfy bodyguard outside my window. I can take care
of myself."
"You never told me that before."
"I didn't want to admit that I let him get to me. He's dead and the asshole
still makes me paranoid enough to feel like I'm going to be jumped the second I
relax and don't watch my back."
"You know that's not a weakness, right? That feeling will go away."
Stiles let out a frustrated sigh and tightened his hold on Derek's hair. "I
know that, I do but I'm tired of waiting for that to happen, you know?"
Admittedly, saying that out loud made him feel a little bit better but he still
wasn't too keen on sharing every detail. That was enough for now.
"Yeah, I do." Stiles tipped his head back onto his pillow and hummed in
agreement.
They laid in silence until Stiles laughed when Derek nuzzled his chest and
tickled him with his scratchy beard. "Stop that, tickles," he whined and pushed
at Derek's shoulders. The shoving didn't really help and it only resulted in
Derek biting him, again. "Use your words, you don't have to bite me every -
hng." He shuddered and squeezed Derek's shoulders. Biting his nipple was not
fair, not when his ass was still too sore to go another round, though his dick
clearly missed the memo, already half-way hard. "Uh, not that I don't want to
have sex because you know I always do but did you forget the part where you
nailed me to the mattress for a whole week? If you somehow did, and I'm totally
insulted by the way, my ass is so not in the mood for another pounding for at
least a few days so keep it in your pants, hmm?"
"You do realize I don't have to fuck you to have sex, right?"
"You mean like humping? Yeah, I could go for that."
"Actually, I meant you could fuck me but if you aren't up to it -"
"No! I mean yes! Yes, I'm so up for it I could freaking hammer nails with my
dick. Though I don't care to test that out."
"... Really?"
"Shut up and get the lube, you talk too much."
"I talk too- never mind."
Stiles smirked and watched Derek roll his eyes as he leaned over to grab the
well used lube he kept in the nightstand. They'd only been together for a few
months and every time they had sex Stiles was always on the bottom. He didn't
mind, Derek's dick was the best thing to ever happen to his ass but he'd be
lying if he said he'd never thought about fucking him. It was actually one of
his favorite things to imagine when he jerked off but he'd never asked Derek if
he would mind the switch. They were so going to have a talk about that later,
much later.
Derek moved up to straddle Stiles’s thighs and poured a good amount of lube
over his chest before tossing the bottle aside. Stiles hissed and glared up at
him. “That’s cold.”
“I know.”
“Dick.” He made a face as Derek shrugged with a smirk but didn’t say anything
else when he saw Derek trail his fingers over the puddle of lube. Priorities,
Stiles had them. He bit his lip and watched Derek reach down between his
thighs. He couldn't really see what he was doing but judging by the small hitch
in Derek's breath and the tensing muscles of his stomach he knew Derek had just
pushed a finger inside himself. If hadn't gotten off earlier he would have lost
it then and there.
The quiet sighs and small thrusts from Derek were getting to him. When Derek
groaned as he pushed another finger inside himself, Stiles couldn’t resist
leaning forward to rub his finger against the rim of his hole, hesitantly
pushing the tip in. It was a tight fit as the muscles clenched around their
fingers as they stretched him together. “Oh fuck,” Stiles panted as he pushed
in deeper, the heat making his eyes flutter closed for a second.
“Don't need more, I'm ready.”
Stiles licked his lips and looked up. “You sure?”
Derek nodded and slipped their fingers out of his ass with an obscene squelch.
Stiles ran his palm over the remaining lube on his chest and gave his dick a
couple quick strokes, not trusting himself to stand more touching than that. He
held himself still and Derek clenched his jaw as he hissed and pushed himself
down on Stiles’s cock, slowly taking him in. God it was so unbelievably tight,
why the hell hadn’t they thought of doing this earlier? Stiles rolled his hips
up as Derek moved down until he was fully seated inside, his balls brushing
against his firm ass. “You, you good?”
“Yeah, really good,” Derek breathed.
There was no way he was going to last more than a few thrusts, not after
watching Derek finger himself, so not going to happen. Stiles moaned
shamelessly loud when Derek finally moved, his ass lifting up and off his dick
only to push back down to take him in all the way in one deft movement. "Shit,
yeah, just like that."
He missed the smug look Derek sent his way as he let his mate ride him, unable
to move as Derek's large hands pinned his hips down onto the bed. Stiles really
couldn't find it in himself to complain when Derek moved in just the right way,
his tight ass clenching with each upward movement.
Stiles was so close, he felt it as his balls drew up and the muscles of his
stomach tensed. "Almost there, you?"
"Touch my dick and I will be," Derek muttered, just a little out of breath and
yeah, Stiles felt proud of that.
He wrapped his slick hand around Derek's cock, his mouth watering at just the
feel of it. He thumbed the slit, his lips quirking up in a smirk when Derek's
hips gave a strong buck forward. He was tempted to play with the head like he
usually did but he wanted Derek to come now and there was only one way to do
that. He moved his hand down Derek's dick until his palm brushed up against his
knot. The skin was hot and soft under his palm and he pouted just for a second
knowing he wouldn't be able to take it for a few days. He loved the feeling of
if tying them together, ah well, he could probably get Derek to knot his mouth
instead.
"Stop petting it and squeeze it," Derek growled as he slammed his hips down
hard. It was more than Stiles could take and he cried out and arched his back
as he came, his hand reflexively squeezing Derek's knot with a harsh grip. It
was all Derek needed and he came instantly, coating Stiles's stomach with thick
spurts of come. He bonelessly dropped down on top of Stiles with a small huff,
tucking his head under his chin.
"You're totally gonna clean that in a minute," Stiles murmured with a wide,
satiated grin. Derek grunted whether it was in protest or agreement he couldn't
really tell. He was too tired to move to do it himself and just wanted that nap
he meant to take earlier. "I'm not kidding, my stomach is the wet spot, so
gross." He poked Derek's side only to realize he was already asleep. "Damn it.
Next time I'm on top. Literally."
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