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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, Sheriff_Stilinski_is_now_Pastor_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Rough_Sex, Religious_Conflict, Religion_Kink, Forbidden_Love,
      Dubious_Consent, Pseudo-Incest, Barebacking
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-09 Completed: 2013-03-01 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 5417
****** Under The Eye Of God ******
by SexySourAlpha
Summary
     Stiles Stilinski is the pastors son.
     Derek really wants to fuck him.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
From his seat he watched him. 
Watched him awkwardly smile at the words his father bellowed out, biblical
chapters and verses, from where he stood in front of the entire service. 
He watched how he shook the hands of the multiple women and men who praised him
for how good he was and how proud his mother would be.
 
 "A good boy."
 
Congratulating him and his father for yet another good service. Thanking them
for keeping the good word of god fresh, open and clear in the ears of those who
needed it. 
 
 
Sinners. 
 
 
Helping them repent, showing them the way. The word of god.
And he and his father. Stiles & his father, would receive the praises and
glory. With pastor Stilinski stating modestly
"I just speak the word of god, I let him use me, I'm simply a vessel for him".
And oh, how that would just double the praises. And father and son would just
stand there, as the revolving door of people came to the front and thanked him
for yet another good service and let him know how much of a beautiful boy he
had. 
Stiles. A beautiful boy. 
His beautiful boy.
It always took about a half hour before everyone settled out of the church and
were on their way back home or to the local diner to complete their day.
Leaving the Stilinski men to clean up the small messes and resettle things.
But not Derek. Derek stayed, every Sunday and helped Stiles and his father,
Pastor Stilinski, clean up the church and reorganize things as they were.
Because he was family now.
Pastor Stilinski welcomed him with opened arms. As did everyone else who knew
about the tragedy his family had faced, the house fire. The pity pot just never
seemed to empty. Constantly overflowing.
But Pastor Stilinski was different. He didn't pity Derek. He understood him,
having lost his wife the same year Derek's family perished. There was a mutual
understanding of loss that they shared.
So Pastor Stilinski opened his home to Derek, took him in. Gave him shelter,
food and love. Gave him almost everything Derek could ever need. 
But there was things Derek wanted. A thing. Something the pastor hasn't given
to him. Wouldn't give him.
Someone.
A good boy.
Stiles.
So he took him. 
It had been so easy.
He knew it would be easy. A young boy, wound tight by his father.
His strict father who set curfews, standards for grades, "don't bring anything
less than A's", who demanded the truth and nothing less. 
Stiles wasn't living his life. He was living the life expected of him. And
Derek had seen it, when no one else could.
How Stiles would slouch and fidget in his seat when service went on for too
long, only to still and straighten his posture from a quick glance from his
father.
How Stiles had snuck a five dollar bill out of the money tray that was passed
around during communion. He had done it so smoothly, so intricately that anyone
else would have missed it. But not Derek. Not his watching eyes.
 
At dinner Derek would see pastor Stilinski scold Stiles for having a C minus in
algebra, from where he sat quietly as if he wasn't even there. Hearing the
pastor repeat over and over again that they have an image and it shall be
upheld. That Stiles has no room to be anything less than what he expected of
him. 
And Derek focuses on Stiles. Catches the glint of rebelliousness in his eyes,
the quick clench of his jaw, the way he's controlling his breaths, quick and
soft. Quick and soft to prevent them from coming out heavy and dragged, full of
anger and disdain.
 
But he calms down quickly when Derek finds his hand under the table. Breathing
coming to him normally now, eyes softening as he nods his head and replies "Yes
sir".
The pastor would nod and tell him to finish his dinner. Finish his dinner and
bring him his laptop and iPhone. To which Stiles would just nod again. He would
finish his food, wash his dish and travel upstairs. Pastor Stilinski would then
turn to Derek. 
"He needs to understand that God is watching him, and that we are to live in
Gods image, discipline is imperative."
Derek would nod, not wanting to speak on the matter and finish his food.
Politely asking to excuse himself. He'd follow the routine of washing his dish
and heading upstairs, passing his room and going into Stiles'. 
"I can't do this anymore" Stiles said vehemently from where he sat on his
bed. "He wants me to be...be this perfect angel, I can't. Derek. I can't
be...be like you."
Like Derek. Ha.
Derek and his straight A's. His never ending amount of self control that
allowed him to sit through long hours of service and not even bat a lash unless
he wanted to. His ability to not talk back and just let the words of others
wash over him.
At least that's what people thought. 
Derek had straight A's because he invested all his spare time into his studies,
to take his mind off of the burning furnace of anger inside of him.
His self control was simply a wall put up to prevent others from seeing him,
being able to see his vulnerability and possibly hurt him. Never again. 
Words washing over him? No. Those were words being thrown at him and simply
failing to penetrate the steel skin he had wrapped himself in. The skill he had
gained, the skill to not give a fuck about what others felt about him. 
 
Be like him? Derek didn't want Stiles be like him...he wanted Stiles as he was.
Pure.
"You don't want to be like me Stiles." he said softly as he stepped closer to
the boy. Sitting down on the bed to be at eye level with him.
"You're perfect the way you are."
Stiles scoffed, "If I was perfect my dad wouldn't ride my back the way he
does." 
"He's only looking out for you", Derek doesn't believe his words. But it's what
he needs to say to get what he wants.
Stiles' hands balled into fists at his side, "He's only looking out
for himse-..I shouldn't even be speaking like this. God wouldn't want me
speaking like this." he murmured, wringing his hands.
 
Derek doesn't know what comes over him in that moment. But he's grabbing the
back of Stiles' neck and pulling him in for a kiss. He should have expected it,
but he wasn't prepared to be pushed away.
"D-Derek what was that?" Stiles choked scrambling away from Derek to the far
side of the bed. "W-why would you do that?"
"Because I...I love you Stiles."
Stiles' cheeks became flushed as a heavy pang of heat rushed through his body.
"Derek, we...we spoke about this. It's a sin."
"I don't care anymore Stiles" Derek said calmly moving closer to the nervously
flushed boy. "I want you so bad."
"Derek you're going to send us both to hell...the bible says it's a sin for two
men two lie together." Stiles said getting up off the bed quickly.
"How can love be a sin?"
"Because it is Derek, in the book of-"
"Don't act like you fucking care what that book says" Derek says darkly, rising
off the bed and stepping in front of Stiles, who was practically backed up
against a wall.
Stiles frowns softly and turns his head away from Derek. His breathing is heavy
and Derek can see his eyes reddening with the warning of tears.
"Derek don't, please don't make me worse than I already am."
 
Derek frowns and leans in slowly, waiting for what he knows won't happen. 
Waiting for Stiles to push him away, for Stiles to not let him push him up
against the wall and stuff his face in his neck to breathe in the fresh scent
of his skin.
"Derek, p-please" Stiles stutters slowly grabbing a hold of Derek's shoulders
with push and pull movements.
"You want me Stiles." 
"Derek I-I'm the pastors son...we can't-"
Derek stops him with a soft bite to his neck.
"I hear you at night. When you're tou-fuck-", he drops his forehead on Stiles'
shoulder"...touching yourself. I hear you saying my name."
Stiles sucks in a breath heavily and the tears in his eyes threaten to fall. He
squeezes Derek's arm, a silent plea.
Derek doesn't stop.
"I hear you calling me, how would God feel about you wanting me?" 
At that Stiles' breathing stops and he turns his head to look at Derek. They're
looking eye to eye; amber brown meeting murky green. His eyes narrow and he
lets out a shivery breath. But he doesn't speak.
Derek looks down at the younger boys soft pink lips and leans in, takes his
lips with his. Sucking them, licking into his mouth, his willing mouth. Biting
on his lower lip and breaking the skin. Drawing a moan from the boy.
He wants them red and tainted.
"Fuck, Derek..." He groans as he cants his hips forward involuntarily. The
swear word falls from his lips so easily.
Derek moves back and watches as Stiles' tongue comes out to lick the small bit
of blood from his reddened bottom lip. 
"You're so beautiful" he whispers, grasping Stiles' waist."You're so fucking
beau-" 
The unexpected happens.
"Derek I'm not ready for this. Whatever this is. My f-father...I can't." he
says grabbing Derek's wrists and slowly peeling his hold off. 
Rejection.
Derek's nostrils flare and he clenches his jaw. He pulls Stiles' hands off of
him and roughly pushes him back into the wall, causing the few things Stiles'
has hanging up to shake. When Stiles catches his breath he frowns at
Derek, daring to look confused.
"Derek you can't be serious" he says breathing heavily.
"No. Just....don't. Don't, don't come to me for anything. About anything. I
won't keep letting you hurt me."
If it was anyone else it would have been a lie, because honestly...Derek
stopped feeling a long time ago. But Stiles? Stiles made him feel things, lots
of things.
He makes his dick hard. 
"Derek I-"
"Stop, stop saying my name. Stop saying it here, and stop saying it at night
when you're fucking yourself on your fingers thinking about me." 
"How did y-you know?" Stiles whispers, shamefully turning his head away again.
Exposing his long beautiful pale neck.
Beautiful and pale, that should be littered with marks and bruises.
"God isn't the only one watching you Stiles." and with that he turns away,
leaving the boy shaken, nervous....and hard.
 "Don't...don't tell" Stiles says shakily after Derek, who just keeps walking
away, until he's out the room.
 
"Please don't tell."
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Super angsty!
Stiles is sitting on his bed cross-legged when his father opens the door to his
bedroom, he’s reading his bible.
That’s all he could do, there was nothing else to do. His father had taken
everything from him, his phone, laptop, ipad. Even his cable box. He came home
to see it replaced with a dvd player and a stack of the Jesus & Why He Died For
Us collection, the collection was composed of ten dvds. Each ran two hours.
When he got into these situations he usually had Derek to help keep him company
until it passed. They’d paint with Derek’s art materials or play a game of
Chinese checkers, anything to make the time go by.
Stiles wasn’t always getting into trouble, but he certainly got into more
trouble than Derek. But that was simply because Derek never got in trouble.
But this time Derek wasn’t there to help him, after the kissing, and the things
Derek had said he hadn’t seen him. He didn’t want to bother Derek. Derek had
told him to stay away, to not come to him for anything. To not ask him for
anything. So he didn’t. He stayed away from him, avoiding the halls of the
house when he could and making sure to pass Derek’s room quickly.
He didn’t like this, but Derek…Derek wanted something Stiles couldn’t give him.
It was wrong, it was a sin. Derek wanted to touch him, he wanted to kiss him,
caress his bare skin…fuck him…
 
“Son”, Stiles jumped, and subconsciously pushed his book further down into his
crotch.
“I do not feel like speaking to you” he grumbled as his father stepped into the
room.
“You take everything away from me, berate me and punish me, then try to
apologi-“
 “Stiles! I came in here to spend time with you, do you want my company or
not?” he asked.
“I guess…yes I would like some company”
Derek’s company.
 
Pastor Stilinski sat down next to him on the bed and saw the page he was
on. Fuck.
"Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable."
Pastor Stilinski looked from the page to Stiles, “Any particular reason you’re
on this scripture?”
Stiles knew why he was reading this, over and over again. He was reading it
because Derek was doing things to him, making him feel things that he didn’t
understand.
Making him grow hard in his pants, making his heart stutter when he saw him.
Appearing in his dreams and touching him...and Stiles liked it.
He touched Derek back, kissed back. Let Derek bite on his neck until his skin
broke, and it was good, it felt good. He would like Derek suck on his chest.
Let him lick and suck on his nipples until they became red and swollen.
He allowed Derek to spread his legs open, reach between his thighs and tug on
his dick, suck on it and fuck him with his fingers until his legs quivered.
Until he came all over himself.
 
Like a whore.
 
And it scared him. It scared him because he liked it. Because he was waking up
with come soaked pajamas. He couldn’t tell his father that.
 
“I was just, I was thinking about Danny. You know he came out last week right?”
“Danny Mahealani? He’s homosexual?”
“Yes” Stiles said watching his fathers face for a reaction…nothing. Until..
“I will pray for him” his father said calmly
“Why? Why do you have to pray for him?” Stiles asked, trying to keep the sudden
anger out of his tone.
“Because, he has sinned”
“Dad it’s not a choice…he didn’t choose to be gay”
“Are you saying God made a mistake?” his father said turning to look at him,
his face hard and final.
“No, I’m saying the exact opposite. What if God made him this way?”
“You’re speaking foolishness”
“Why?! Why does it have to be foolish?” Stiles argued
“Excuse me?”
“What’s so wrong with living your life the way you want to? Why do we have to
live our lives according to an acient book that’s been revised
a thousand times?”
“That will be enough!” Pastor Stilinski shouted silencing him, “what has gotten
into you?” he said with narrowed eyes.
Stiles broke.
“I just want to live for once. I want to be able to be like my friends, the
people I see at school! I want to go to parties, I want to get drunk!” he
shouted loudly pushing the bible off his lap and onto the floor. “For fucks
sake I’m seventeen, I want to have se-.” Sex.
 
The heavy slap filled the room
 
“I. Said. Enough.” Pastor Stilinski said gravely. Stiles felt the sharp
aftermath of the burning sensation hard across his face; a heavy pulse under
his skin where he’d been hit. He kept his head turned away from his father.
“You will not speak those words in my house. You are my son; you will respect
me and my home. You will live by my rules. I live by the words of God and you
will do the same. Do you understand me?”
 
Silence.
 
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes, father.”
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     I hope you guys enjoy.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dinner had gone by again without anyone saying a word. Derek eating in silence,
not looking up from his plate once.  Staring at the contents as if he were
solving an invisible algebra equation that was doing its best to personally
offend him.

Stiles hadn't even bothered with trying to create small talk, it would have
been pointless; and possibly made everything worse. Not to mention he and his
father hadn’t spoken since their argument that resulted in him being hit.

So he was now being given the silent treatment by both of the only other people
in his home. And it was wearing on him. It had been an entire week and a half
of this already. How much longer could it possibly go on for?

He hadn't thought that Derek could stay mad at him.

But he had.

In the hallways of the house Derek would slip by him without a word, in spite
of his attempts to try and get him to speak. Derek wouldn’t even look at him
when they were both occupying the living room. The only time he had gotten
Derek to even listen to him was when he left his room to use the bathroom and
knocked on the shut door.
 
He heard Derek grunt.

"Someone is using the bathroom" he said, angrily.
Stiles instantly made to turn away. Because he wasn't desperate, he
didn't need Derek. But he would find himself slotting his body against the door
frame and speaking into it anyway.

"Derek....are you mad at me?"

There was mostly silence with just the slightest sound of teeth being brushed.

"Derek, don't...don't hate me ok? I'm still trying to figure this
out....figure us out."

A spitting sound and more running water came through the door. He wasn't
getting anywhere. Derek was ignoring him. Treating him like...like...

"D-Derek....do you" Stiles looked down the steps, checking for his father "do
you still love me? Like you said?"

More silence.

So there was his answer. Derek didn’t love him anymore.

Stiles was prepared to walk away when the bathroom door opened. Derek was
standing in the doorway, wrapped at the waist in a low hanging towel. Providing
Stiles with a slight peek of the dark hairs just below it.

His eyes tracked the beads of water gliding down Derek's chest, running through
the lines of his hard abs and down to his navel, disappearing into the peek of
dark hair. Stiles wanted badly to chase it with his tongue.
Derek’s hair was slicked down to his head, not quite hanging in his eyes but
not too far from it.

"I never stopped Stiles, I never will stop loving you." he said, before looking
Stiles once over and slipping past him into his room.
Stiles jerked off that night.

He spread his legs open and fingered himself too. Whispering Derek’s name when
he came; completely unaware of his door opening a sliver.

And now here they were.

Eating dinner. With Derek and his father treating him as if he didn't exist. He
had gotten over his father not talking to him a long time ago. He had been
getting silent treatments way before Derek came along. He was immune to them,
but this was the first time Derek had ever done it to him.

Pastor Stilinski was the first to break the deafening silence “I have a meeting
to go to tonight. A few pastors, deacons and I have to discuss our communal
church trip for June.”

“Ok…” Stiles muttered, leaving it open as a question.

“Will you two be ok?” he asked gesturing between Derek and Stiles with his
fork.

“Yeah, uh I think so.” he answered, with Derek just nodding.

Pastor Stilinski nodded softly and stood up grabbing his plate “Great, I’ll see
you two tomorrow. You should be sleep by the time I get back”.

Stiles and Derek sat in silence as he washed his dish, grabbed his coat and
left. When the door shut and the sound of the car pulling away from the house
began Stiles jumped at the opportunity to speak to Derek while he was still at
the table.

“Derek! Talk to me, you can’t stay mad at me forever!”

Derek looked up at Stiles with a frown, “Why do you care if I speak to you or
not?”

Stiles blinked, slightly caught off guard at Derek deciding to speak to him
when he thoguth he'd just get ignored again. “Because, I nee-care, I…I care
about you”.

“You what?” Derek asked again, brows furrowed.

Stiles grabbed his plate and Derek’s, rushing to the kitchen sink to escape
Derek’s eyes, not feeling so brave anymore. “I said I care about you Derek.”

“No, what were you going to say before that?” Derek asked from behind him,
rising from his seat. “Before you changed it.”

“I was going to say…nothing, never mind” he said, roughly washing the dishes,
causing the clang of them to fill the returning silence. It went on that way
for a moment. Just the sound of water running and dishes knocking against each
other.

Until Derek came up behind him.

Too close. Very close. Stiles could feel the heat coming off of Derek and the
air of his breathing against his neck. He could feel Derek’s crotch just barely
pressing against his ass.

“You need me Stiles?” Derek whispered from behind him, Stiles shuddered,
Derek’s voice sounded so hungry, like he was starving for a taste of him.
Stiles gasped at the fingers that came up and pulled the collar of his shirt
back, exposing his shoulder and neck. He could see Derek leaning in from his
peripheral.

“Derek just wai-”

“Answer the question.”

“I…Derek..” Derek’s hands slid over the bare skin of Stiles’ neck and cupped
his adams apple, “I need you” Stiles said on a shaky breath. “I need you so
bad. But I'm not supposed to...”

“Fuck.” Derek huffed, replacing his hand with his face in the crook of Stiles’
neck and inhaling through his nose, taking in the scent of Stiles’ warm
hazelnut bodywash. He brought his hand down and lifted Stiles’ shirt, hiking it
up around his abdomen and up under his arms; reveling in the heavy breaths the
boy was taking as he caressed his chest.

“I watched you last night Stiles….you keep…I told you not to say my name.”

He jammed his hips up against Stiles’ ass, wedging Stiles between him and the
counter, causing the lower cabinets to thump. Stiles’ heart was racing in his
chest; Derek could feel it from where he was roughly rubbing Stiles’ pink
nipples red.

Stiles moaned and tightened his fingers that were clutching at the edge of the
counter.

“Derek...”

“You really love saying my name don’t you? Does it taste good in your mouth?
Does it make it feel better when you’re fingering yourself, thinking about me
fucking you?” he whispered hotly in the shell of Stiles’ ear.

Stiles’ legs were shaking, like they were going to buckle under him at any
moment. “Please, I just..”
“Come on, say it again,” Derek breathed into his ear, slipping his other hand
into the front of Stiles’ pajama pants, going further down until he wrapped his
hand around Stiles' cock. 
“Derek, Derek this is bad”

“But doesn’t it feel good?” Derek purred, dragging his face from Stiles' ear
down to his neck again, mouthing at the skin on his milky skin until it
reddened. He took his other hand that had been working on Stiles’ nipples and
used it to pull down the back of Stiles' pajamas exposing his ass.

“Derek, fuck, this…this is happening too fast. We need to-shit-we need to
wait.” he said as he gripped the counter harder and pushed his ass back into
Derek’s hard crotch.

He didn’t want to wait. He didn’t want to stop, and Derek knew it.

Stiles moaned when two of Derek’s fingers slipped pass the cleft of his ass and
nudge against his hole.

“Wow Stiles, you’re still wet here,” he chuckled, closing his eyes and burying
his nose in the back of Stiles’ soft hair. It smelled of vanilla and coconut
shampoo. "Wet like a little slut." 

Stiles’ couldn’t take it. Derek had him pressed against the counter, was
jerking his cock and taking him from behind with his fingers. And saying
things. Everything he had thought he didn’t want, shouldn’t want…was happening.
And it felt better than he imagined it would. It was so good, but…

“Derek, I-I’m a virgin” he confessed lightly.

Derek chuckled again against the back of his head, squeezing tighter on his
cock as he jerked it slowly, “You think I don’t know that? Do you think I would
be touching you right now if you weren’t?”

“What?” Stiles huffed, dropping his head forward; his whole body felt like it
was on fire.

“Stiles you’re perfect. You’re so pure, and untainted…clean. Just for me.” He
whispered kissing at the moles behind Stiles’ ear, pushing his fingers in
deeper.

“Aghh-fuck..Derek…Derek just fuck me.” Stiles groaned, surrendering himself to
his want.

“You’re untouched, and ripe." Derek continued as he rocked against him, "Made
just for me to take…to ruin.”

“Please Derek, I need you, I want you”, Stiles groaned, pulling himself off of
Derek’s fingers and turning, putting his back up against the counter and
fumbling with the strings of Derek’s pajama pants to loosen them.

Derek pushed Stiles back, smacking his virgin hands away and loosening the
strings himself, Stiles’ hands flew back as he pulled himself up on the
counter, knocking his and Derek’s plates to the floor, causing them to shatter.

Derek pulled his cock out and grabbed the top of Stiles’ ass from where he sat
on the counter guiding him onto it. Derek's fingering had done nothing to
prepare Derek for how tight he would be. It was insane. He had to grab on to
Stiles’ hip to steady him.

“Fuck! You’re so tight, so fucking tight” he hissed through clenched teeth as
Stiles pushed himself further down onto Derek’s cock.
He wasn’t getting enough.

“Oh, fuckfuck god, oh god” Stiles moaned wrapping his arms around Dereks neck
bringing their foreheads together while Derek fucked him up and down on his
cock.

“Yeah baby, how would-fuck Stiles- how would God feel about you letting me f-
fuck you? About you taking me so good like this? About you loving this so
much?”
 
And that shouldn’t have caused Stiles legs to buck and quiver. That shouldn't
have made his dick strain to come.
Derek was being evil, playing with his feelings, his emotions. Derek was
fucking with him. Fucking him. Derek was making him sin, and he didn’t care.
He didnt because it felt good. Better than he had imagined. His fingers were
nothing like the real thing. With Derek shoved inside of him, dragging over
that sweet spot over and over again. That spot that Stiles could never reach.
Wait.
“Shit Derek-don’t…oh my god, you’re really fu-fucking m-me.” he gasped, Derek
was literally jamming the words out of his body.
Derek grabbed the back of Stiles’ hair and brought his head up so he could get
a good look at what he was doing to him; the boys’ skin was blushing
everywhere, especially at his cheeks. And his pupils were blown, his mouth
slack and opened.
“You love it. Look at you, fucking blushing all pretty. L-like you can’t b-
believe yourself” he growled as he pulled Stiles down on his cock impossibly
harder.
 
Stiles couldn’t breathe. It was his first time and it wasn’t going the way
other people described theirs.
It wasn’t slow; it wasn’t sweet kisses and soft touches. There were no fucking
candles.
It was fast and full of dirty talk, there were no soft touches, he was gripping
Derek’s shoulder like his life depended on it, and Derek’s grip on his ass and
hips was merciless and unforgiving.
And there were broken dishes on the fucking floor.
They’d both have bruises later. And that was how he wanted it. This was their
love and he didn’t want it any other way. This was living, this was right.
This is okay.
-
They didn't hear the frontdoor open when Derek announced that he was about to
fucking come. 
They didn't hear Pastor Stilinski step inside the house when Stiles told Derek
that he was gonna come just from Derek fucking him, just from his big cock.
They couldn't see how the confusion on Stiles' fathers face went from clear
astonishment, to disbelief and swiftly into boiling rage as he watched Derek,
the young man that he trusted, gave a home to...and sometimes wished was his
own, fucked his son against the kitchen counter.
He wanted so badly to storm into his kitchen and strike them both. Condem them
both and punish them immensely. Send Derek away to a home...or worse.
But his feet wouldn't move. His legs were betraying him, frozen in place.
So he stared; his eyes burning with fury as he watches them. Watches the
abomination that is his son, moaning and swearing like a slut, sheathed onto
another man. Rolling his hips and shivering like a whore.
Crying for Derek to 'fuck him, fuck him harder' and that's when his breathing
stops, and his legs spasm and slam into the bottom cabinets. He's coming. And
his toes curl, he lifts head up and his eyes widen.
He see's him. He see's him watching them. 
He expects his son to stop. To push Derek off of him and ask for forgiveness.
To apologize for what he's done. He wouldn't even mind hearing his son blame
Derek.
That's what hewants to happen. He wants to know that this..this thing his son
had become is only an illusion. That he didn't want him, that Derek forced him.
That Derek raped him. He'd take any excuse.
That doesn't happen.
Instead of pushing Derek off Stiles pulls Derek closer, cups the back of his
head and pulls his face into his neck. He doesn't apologize. He asks for Derek
to fuck him harder, tells him not to stop. Tells Derek...to "use him".
He does all of this while glaring at him, his father. 
It's like a dare hanging in the air. Like Stiles is taunting him.
Thats when the pastors legs work. And he leaves, he turns around from his sons
heavy moans and choked breaths, he turns away from the sound of wet skin
slapping against each other and declarations of "love".
He always knew his son was the Devil.
-
Stiles watches his father leave. 
Derek comes inside him when the frontdoor slams shut.
They stay in the position of Stiles' legs wrapped around Derek's waist and
Derek's fingers still gripping his bruised hips. 
And they breathe. 
Until Derek speaks,
"I love you so much, I fucking love you." he pants as he looks up at Stiles,
brushing his sweat damp hair back out of his face.
Derek's green eyes are like knives piercing through his soul, marking him,
squeezing at his heart and not letting go. He never wants him to let go.
Stiles nods lazily. 
"We have to leave Derek, tonight. We have to pack our things and go." he says
softly.
Derek's brows furrow, "Why?"
"He saw us" Stiles sighs, "He came home and he saw us, he saw you and me. He
won't let us stay here. He'll probably try and kill you when he comes back and
send me to a fucking conversion camp."
Derek's eyes widen in shock but he nods quickly. "Ok. We can leave tonight. I
have more than enough money to support us, I could put you through college five
times just for fun." He says hurriedly.
Like he wants this, like he's always wanted this.
Stiles just nods again and laughs when Derek kisses him enthusiastically. 
They pack their stuff that night. Stiles calls a cab and they go to a nice
hotel just outside of Beacon Hills. They rent a room out for a few nights.
Derek asks Stiles where he wants to go. He tells him to think of anywhere in
the world.
Stiles smiles.
"Well, I've always wanted a star on the Hollywood walk of fame".
Chapter End Notes
     I had...an oddly enjoyable time writing this fic.
     It was something I really wanted to do because I like (read:love) to
     push boundaries and this was one I DEFINITELY wanted to push.
     I think I broke it actually.
     Thanks for reading! ^___^
End Notes
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