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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski,
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Peter_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Non-Consensual_Oral_Sex, Non-
      consensual_sex, Oral_Knotting, Knotting, Sex_Pollen, Foot_Fetish, foot
      worship
  Series:
      Part 3 of Pleasure_&_Shame
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-13 Completed: 2014-08-14 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 2151
****** Shame with Pleasure ******
by GravityDidIt
Summary
     Continuation of Pleasure Before Shame.
     The sex pollen is not longer in the Stiles and Derek's systems but
     they are still knotted together.
Notes
     Told from Stiles POV because Derek was....just wasn't working.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Fuck! What, what was he doing? Stiles mind was starting to clear up, but even
as his mind cleared he was being swamped in pleasure. It felt so good. He tried
to open his mouth, whether to groan or question what was happening he wasn’t
sure.
           
“Shhh.” A whispered voice entered his ear, he wanted to ask what was going on
but he couldn’t speak, there was a weight on his tongue, hard and hot. He
looked in front of him. It was Peter. His mind may have been clearing but
another wave of lust swam through him along with the rising ecstasy in his
veins. “I’ll take that as my cue.” He heard Peter remark distantly. His jaw…his
jaw was sore and being released. Suddenly the weight that was on his tongue and
the object in his mouth was gone. “I’ll be seeing you later Stiles.” Stiles
couldn’t focus on the dirty promise that Peter had just made, all he could feel
was the pain in his jaw and still more pleasure, as something seemed to be
pressing on something in his ass. Something that was keeping him from moving.
           
He finally was able to get enough of his thoughts settled to turn and see what
had him pinned. It was Derek, eyes bright and blue, hair matted with sweat and
a look on his face of shock.
          
“Stiles!?” Stiles guesses it was supposed to be a question or just shock but
the latter half of his name is morphed into a moan as Derek’s eyes seem to
close without his permission and his fingers grip tightly onto Stiles’ hips. A
small amount of heat gathers in Stiles belly at hearing his name called in such
away, his dick twitches, hardening.
        
“Derek, what’s going on?” Stiles voice is breathless and ragged, (somewhere in
the back of his mind, he compares it to gay porn he had watched recently, where
the twink had been face-fucked)
           
“I-I” Derek begins. His face is twisted between anger and fear, but in Derek’s
eyes guilt can be seen plain as day. Stiles looks down Derek’s sweaty chest, he
can’t actually see it, but he’s seen enough porn, and he can sure as hell feel
his stretched out hole, to know.
 
“Get out of me!” Stiles yells, his blood is still singing with pleasure but
it’s temporarily covered by panic and fear. “Why you are in me, get out!”
 
“I can’t Stiles.” Derek’s sound so broken, it dampened Stiles’ own rising
panic. He has only ever known Derek to sound so small once before, he can’t
help but call up the memory of Boyd’s death. Guilt swims through him for
feeling this monumental pleasure through his veins while remembering one of his
friend’s deaths.
 
“Why not?” Stiles is on the verge of tears, he can hear it in his voice, along
with his own beating heart, and yet his dick is still as hard as a rock.
 
“We’re knotted Stiles.” For a second Stiles can hear Derek’s old annoyance with
him and it’s enough to bring some calm to his swimming thoughts.
 
“Werewolves can knot?” Stiles question is met with a small forced out snort
from Derek.
 
“Ye-es!” Derek’s fingers are grabbing tightly again.” Stiles looks back and
Derek is almost smiling, he’s sweaty and glistening in the light filtering in
from the window in his loft, and it’s a good look on him. But too quickly the
orgasm Derek must have just had dissipates and Derek looks worse than before.
Stiles can’t help but feel guilt wrack at him. He did this to Derek. He figured
it out, the stupid plant he was looking at, it was sex pollen! Stiles body
feels cold as he realizes what he’s done, the continuous bliss he can’t stop
feeling only worsens the guilt he deserves.
 
“I’m so sorry Derek.” Derek remains quiet behind him so Stiles powers through
it. “I fucking did this to you. I’m so sorry Derek I know this will never make
it okay, but I’ll do anything. Even if-” It is the absolute worse time to cum,
Stiles dick jerks wildly as he comes, he squeezed around the knot in his ass
pressing it against his prostate. He forgets to breathe for a few seconds.
Derek fairs no better behind Stiles, the knot feels bigger as if his clenching
only forced Derek to cum more. That’s when the tightness in Stiles’ stomach
registers. He looks down to see his own stomach has blown up, it look like he’s
eaten too much, but there must be gallons of Derek’s cum inside of him. “I
should never have been messing with that stupid plant.”
 
“Stiles.” Derek tries to speak but Stiles cuts him off.
 
“I fucking raped you!” Stiles can’t stop himself. “I forced you into this
Derek, if you want to kill me please do, I deserve it.” Stiles was ready to
continue on, lay out every toxic thought in his head. But a swift slap to his
right butt cheek (accompanied with a small moan from him) has him stopping.
 
“You didn’t do this Stiles.” Derek’s voice is surprisingly calm. Then he drops
the bomb “I did this.” Derek’s doesn’t exactly cry and Stiles doesn’t need to
turn around see him to know the broken and sad look on his face. “I should have
known what that scent was.”
           
“The second you walked into my loft, I smelled it, I smelled you, but I didn’t
stop you from coming any closer, I didn’t send you on your way like I should
have. I did this Stiles. I took this from you.”
           
“Did you know it was sex pollen?” Stiles asks afraid his own voice will break
Derek.
           
“No!, Of course I didn’t if I had-” Derek shifts his legs.
           
“There it is!” Stiles yells as more pressure it place on his prostate. “There.
It is.” He finally beats out of himself when he can control himself. “You
didn’t know or you never would have let me in here. What would you have done?”
Stiles asks, knowing that not only he needs to hear the answer.
           
“I would have sent you away.” Derek says, he sounds lighter. “I would have made
sure you made it to your car and then followed you home to make sure no one
found you in that state.”
           
“Oh, god.” Stiles moans out in relief. “Imagine if you had sent me away.”
Stiles doesn’t need to see Derek’s face to know his eyebrows are doing weird
things. He looks over his shoulder anyway. “Some random stranger could have
found me…Or, god, what if my dad had been the one?” Stiles shudders which does
things for the both of them.
           
“You know you may have not been my first choice but, it definitely could have
been worse.”
           
“What?” Derek asks from shock that Stiles is talking about this. “As opposed to
random strangers?”
           
“There is that.” Stiles admit. “But you would have to be number four of the
top.”
           
“Number four?” Derek just looks at the boys shoulders, taking in the reddened
tops.
           
“Well number one would be a significant other, most likely a boyfriend. Number
two would be Danny, you’ve seen him. I’m not stupid he’s hot and he has
experience with this. Number three would be Ryan Gosling, Ryan Gosling is
always top 3. But yeah, you’d be number four.” Derek is sure he’s going to
regret the answer.
           
“Why?” It takes Stiles a few moments before he answers, but he looks into
Derek’s eyes.
           
“Because I trust you. I know you would never take advantage of me.” Derek isn't
sure what to do but he certainly doesn't regret hearing that answer. “That and
you’re hot. Who in their right mind wouldn't want to tap that?” Derek ignores
the second half of that. He pulls Stiles up off of his hands until Stiles back
is flush with his chest. He doesn't stop himself, knows he should, but doesn't
want to. Stiles turns his head and they kiss. It isn't passionate, not at
first, just a test. A test that they both pass because soon the two are
deepening the kiss.
 
Derek’s tongue is in Stiles mouth, tasting the human. Derek doesn't want to
stop kissing him something he hasn't felt in a very long time. Stiles mouth
tastes surprisingly sweet but there’s something else there. A slightly bitter
but salty taste at the back of his tongue, a taste that has Derek’s memory
clearing quickly. It’s a taste that has him remembering something he would
rather forget.
           
“Peter.”
***** Peter & Shame *****
Chapter Summary
     Peter's thoughts after he left Stiles and Derek.
Chapter Notes
     Did ya'll think I forgot abour Peter?
     I didn't. However his chapter was kinda hard to right so it ended up
     short, but I like it as it is, for now.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
So, he had helped his nephew fuck some grade ‘A’ jailbait. Big deal.
 
Of course that was after he blew his own nephew. But it wasn’t uncommon for
Werewolf packs to teach young one’s about the bird and the bees with a more
‘hands-on’ approach.
 
Then again he had also considered fucking his own nephew after receiving a
particularly delightful rimjob from said jailbait (that mouth was made for
debauchery). But Derek was very attractive and. Peter never considered his lust
for bodies a couple years shy of legal bad. The age of consent was different
for different states. Why should California be so holier than thou?
 
He also knotted the poor kid’s mouth. Though on the video Stiles didn’t seem
sated until his knot was behind his teeth and Peter was coming directly down
his throat.
 
And then Peter had goaded Derek into knotting Stiles. But(t) fuck if it wasn’t
hot. Even with the effects of the sex pollen no longer in his veins he still
wishes he could see Stiles tight virgin hole spread wide on Derek’s thick knot.
Just before Peter left, Stiles had been so full of Derek’s come his stomach had
protruded and rounded like he was pregnant. "Use this bitch and breed you pups
into his stomach."
 
And he took a video. A video he was watching at the moment, feeling phantom
touches of Stiles wet tongue on his asshole and the warm wet heat of Stiles
throat. And then the next part comes. In the video the camera shakes minutely,
signaling Peter had sat down.
 
The video continues and then Peter hears himself clear as a bell. “Go on Derek,
Stiles is being so good, taking my cock, don’t you want to show him how good
you are too?” There it is video graphic proof of Derek lowering his mouth down
to suck at Peter’s balls. Peter can feel a tingle in his balls as he watches
Derek on his phone’s screen. The pictures he has of that, Stiles’ mouth is
stretched wide but his face is in pure bliss, and Derek is off to his side with
one of Peter’s balls in his mouth.
 
And then the thing Peter had not expected to happen, happened. He feels the
phantom caress of a tongue on his foot, his cock hardens to fullness as he
watches and remembers. Perhaps it was because he did not orchestrate it that he
enjoyed it so much. He isn’t sure but he does know is he wants to have that
feeling again.
 
In the video Peter can only see the top of his foot but he knows that Derek is
dragging his tongue across the sole. It had tickled somewhat yet it had felt
entirely erotic to him; to have someone worship and caress such as basic part
of his anatomy. He watched as Derek took his toes into his mouth and laved
them. Derek had fucked his toes with his tongue. The entire time he hadn’t been
focused on how bizarre it was, only that he wanted Derek to continue with his
other foot.
 
“What was wrong with him?” Peter asked himself. But he knew himself well enough
to know the answer was, “He didn’t care.”
 
His nephew then sucked on his large toe, much like how one would suck the head
of a cock, and yet the only thing Peter could focus on and picture was his
large toe being taken into Derek’s mouth. The way his lips had wrapped around
the base and formed a seal. How if he hadn’t been coming down Stiles throat he
would have the second Derek sucked him in.
 
He can’t help it. He comes in his pants. He hadn’t even touched himself. Peter
let’s out the same whimper that can be heard on the video as Derek drags his
fang across Peter’s sole.
 
Peter isn't sure what to think. He knows that he wants to fuck, Stiles, maybe
even Derek. He knows that he wants to knot them full of cum, knows that he
wants to see if he and Derek can both fit into Stiles hole, knows that he wants
to have them both worship his feet-
 
At his feet, he meant “at his feet.”
 
All he knows for sure though is. He wants a repeat.
Chapter End Notes
     Since not as much pollen was in Peter's system he wasn't as affected
     and thus can remeber the events with more clarity....also he took a
     video.
     Yes, Peter has a kink for having his feet worshiped. It is also his
     only 'shame' throughout this story.
     When you think about it though, it kinda makes sense for him.
End Notes
     In this fic, memories of events that occurred while the individual is
     under the effects of sex pollen are repressed.
     At the beginning of the story Stiles is still under it's affects but
     Peter leaves before it has run out of his system.
     Regarding continuation of this story:
     One thing to note, Peter was under the affects of the Pollen as well,
     just not to the same extent as Stiles and Derek. The pollen lowered
     his inhibitions. Without the pollen affecting him Peter would have
     just separated the two and moved them to a secure place away from
     others. However the pollen affected him just enough to do the things
     you read in the previous stories.
     I'll still leave it up to comments on where this series goes for it's
     conclusion.
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