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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major
      Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Dream_Sex, Dreams, Nightmares, Bloodplay, Painplay, Werewolf_Stiles
      Stilinski
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-22 Words: 578
****** Taste My Beating Heart ******
by AlphaFeels
Summary
     Rough is good or is it?
Notes
     Surprisingly this wasn’t inspired by Howl by Florence + The Machine
     which you might think from the title and of course the content but
     actually it was inspired by I’m really not sure what as I started
     this about a hundred years ago and only just got round to finishing
     it. Multiple dark Stiles/Derek fics were to blame for that and a
     scene from Jack and Diane which is a really weird but kind of a good
     movie and has werewolves though it isn’t about werewolves at all but
     still has a scene where one character attacks and eats another
     character.. yeah. Go watch it!
See the end of the work for more notes
He felt himself shiver as the cool sharpness sliced down through his skin.
“Stay still.”
“Please..”
“I will.”
The slide of Derek’s claws continued and he could picture clearly the way his
back would be.
Crimson, soaked in blood. Blood that spilled out before the wounds could heal.
Sweet crimson tang on the back of his tongue. He smiled through the tears.
He moaned as Derek pressed deeper, digging deep oozing grooves into his skin.
His hands clenched into fists, shaking the chains that bound them.
“More-” he gasped out, pressing back against the razor cut of his alpha.
Now instead of claws he felt teeth against his skin.
“Yesss…” he moaned.
“Ssh..”
“Derek- please!” he gasped his voice desperate and broken as he felt the
retreat of his mates teeth.
“ple- pleassse- please!”
“Sssh you’re being such a good boy, don’t ruin it now.”
He felt a whimper escape from between his lips, high and needy. Begging to be
forgiven for any misbehaviour.
Derek’s clawed hands slithered down his torso, sharp points slicing into the
lines of his hips, he arched up into the touch earning himself a hard smack to
his thigh. A smack that only made him want more. He swallowed down a moan and
fought to keep the begging inside.
Though something must have slipped out because Derek stopped, looking up from
between Stiles’ legs his eyes and mouth a bloody red. The latter dripping.
“I did warn you Stiles.”
 
“I- I’m s-sorry Derek! Pleas-”
He watched from what felt like the other side of the room. Watched Derek’s hand
come back to his chest pressing hard to dig through his chest cavity, blood and
flecks of bone flying out into the air. The violence of it made him shiver.
Could he shiver? He wasn’t in his body but he was.. it was all very confusing
all of a sudden.
Back to the gouging.
Derek retracted his hand, a sickly squelching sound echoed through the room,
bringing with it what looked like a still beating heart. Stiles’ heart. His
heart. He watched wide eyed as the alpha raised it to his lips, as if to kiss
it, maybe he did, and bite into it. Escaping blood rolled down his chin as he
chewed.
Stiles watched in almost horror as his lover continued biting and chewing and
slurping until nothing was left.
He wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, he wasn’t even sure what he
wanted to happen. He met Derek’s eyes flinching as the bloodied man lurched
forward claws extended.
He knew he was screaming. He could hear it but still couldn’t seem to stop.
“Ssh Stiles I’m here you’re all right! Hush I have you..” came the voice
through the dark.
Derek.
A wave of fear crashed at Stiles, he moved away from the warm hand rubbing
soothing circles into his skin, the images of what the owner had done to close
to the surface.
“Please Stiles tell me what’s wrong.” Derek pleaded his breath against Stiles
neck.
“I dreamt that you ate me.” He whispered voice hoarse from yelling.
“It was just a dream, you know I’d never hurt you.” The alpha said seriously
arms now wound around his lover. His mate.
“You stuck your hand through my chest, ripped out my heart and then- then you
ate it.” Drips, dropped onto his skin. Tears, he was crying.
“I’m sorry.”
“It wasn't really you, you don’t have to apologize.”
“Ssh..”
End Notes
     Oh and in the dream Stiles is a werewolf maybe he is in woken up bit
     too but I don’t know you decide. :)
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