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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, Scott_McCall, Danny_Mahealani, Peter_Hale,
      Cora_Hale, Vernon_Boyd, Isaac_Lahey
  Additional Tags:
      i_don't_even_know_why_this_is_so_long, it's_basically_pwp, except_the
      wordcount's_totally_making_me_seem_like_a_liar_but_like_honestly_there's
      no_plot_here, marginal_plot_anyway, we've_been_given_so_much_and_yet_so
      little_to_work_with_from_the_show_so_this_is_probably_just_au
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-21 Words: 10758
****** pretty good deal ******
by zo_ninjarc
Summary
     Stiles is definitely not worried about this virgin-murdering-psycho-
     thing, but Scott is, and where Scott's concerned, Stiles should be
     wary. Because weird things have a tendency to happen once Scott's
     directed his mind towards something.
     Or, the one in which Stiles learns new things about werewolves and
     about himself.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“So, you’re not worried about this thing?”
The bell for first break had just gone and Stiles packs his English books in
his locker after a rather weird lesson in which Miss Blake was very distracted
and didn’t give them any homework at all, and then shuts it rather forcefully
when Scott asks the question he’s been asking all morning.
He glares at his best friend and whines at him. “Scott, dude, is this your way
of rubbing it into my face that you’ve had sex and I haven’t? Because, let me
tell you, that is not cool. You should be glad Allison let you anywhere near
her with your wolfiness and her family history, but you should not be harassing
me about my lack of experience.”
Scott grins at him, toys with an apple in his hands, throwing it up and
catching it.
“Although, you know, if Allison’s willing – “
Scott throws the apple at Stiles, and it catches him on the arm when he yelps
and turns to try and protect himself.
“Now, you know what isn’t cool? That,” but Scott’s still grinning, and he bends
and picks his apple up while Stiles sighs dreamily.
“One can never hold out hope.” He’s staring at Lydia as he says this, who’s
down the hall laughing with Allison, and it’s as though she knows what Stiles
is talking about and that it’s about her, because her head turns and her smile
drops, and she’s glaring at him with wide, accusing eyes.
Stiles huffs an uncomfortable little laugh – more like he’s wheezing for breath
after being caught – and waves awkwardly at Lydia, who frowns at him and then
turns on her heel back to Allison and links her arm with hers, and leads her
away.
“Girls are scary, man.” Stiles breathes to Scott, who’s not getting rid of this
stupid smirk on his face.
“Well, you don’t exactly need a girl to lose your virginity, you know. I could,
uh, helpout, if you know what I mean.” Scott winks at him and Stiles’ mouth is
open in disgust.
“You did not – did you really just suggest that?”
Scott backpedals, alarmed. “I didn’t mean me, idiot, I meant I can get Danny to
help us out – “
“We are not getting anyone to help usout, and much less Danny, who I’ve known
for over a decade!” Stiles glares at Scott, deciding between punching him and
dropping the subject or conceding that this isbothering him because hello
there’s a killer killing virgins and Stiles is a virgin but he doesn’t really
want to freak Scott out further. “Besides, Danny does not do gay sexual sex
favours unless you date him for a while. Ask anyone. Nor should he, smart kid
that one, but I kind of need a fast fix solution, y’know. Like, wham bam thank
you man kind of thing.”
“So you dowant a guy.”
“Oh! Remember that gay bar that Jackson desecrated with his lizard weirdness?
They have gay guys there!”
“Yeah!” Scott agrees sarcastically. “But you’re underage and they’re not!”
“Age is just a number.”
“And your dad is justthe sheriff of Beacon Hills, but hey.”
Stiles blanches. “Crap, Scott, this thing is going to kill me because no one
ever wants to have sex with the sheriff’s kid.”
“And I thought you said you weren’t worried.” Scott grins and tugs Stiles down
the hall to go outside and get some food. “We’ll go to Derek or something – or
maybe Deaton. He might have some…I don’t know, perfumes or something that make
you smell like less of a virgin.”
“We are not going to either of those men for help with my virginity,
stalking…problem thing. And if you suggest anything again, I’ll seriously just
go to Allison and beg.”
But that probably did little to subdue Scott, whose initial fear of this creepy
murderer who stalks virgins has turned into a quest to get his best friend laid
and therefore off the list of potential victims.
Though Stiles argues there probably isn’t even a list – maybe these things come
in threes, like basically every other bad thing that seems to happen at Beacon
Hills. But Scott’s like a dog with a scent; unable to be swayed with other
possibilities.
Which is why Stiles finds himself in the brightly-lit lounge room of the
incredibly, creepily normalapartment that Peter Hale has in town. Everyone’s
there – or at least everyone that’s a werewolf. Peter, Derek, Scott, Isaac,
Boyd and Cora take up different corners of the room and Stiles feels seriously
crowded under their stares as he nurses a bottle of Sprite on the couch in the
centre of the room.
“I’d like to know why my apartment was picked as the meeting spot for this
particular exercise.” Peter pipes up from near the kitchen, arms crossed over
his chest as he stares unimpressively at Stiles. Actually, Stiles would like to
know that, too. He’d also like to know why Scott announced as soon as the last
person was in the door (which was actually Stiles) that the reason for the
meeting was to figure out what to do about “Stiles’ problem”.
“Look, I had nothing to do with this, I thought this was just a normal little
wolf meeting, with like, extra undead Hale members, and woah – “ Stiles cuts
off because Cora starts growling from near Peter, her features wolfing out
slightly.
Peter lays a calming hand on her forearm and it still takes a second for Cora
to get her wolf under control and not outright attack the measly mortal who
dared insult her family, even unintentionally.
“Okay, my amazing wit will be toned down for this exercise – or you know what’s
better? I’ll just leave! Yeah – Scott, thanks for the intervention, but I don’t
know what a pack of werewolvesare going to do when another supernatural force
is going around hunting virgins and overkilling them and besides, I am so not
on any human sacrificing madman’s list, so there we go. Continue with your
wolfy business now, I’m leaving.” And he moves to get off the couch but Derek,
who’s conveniently placed behind him, stills him with a hand to his shoulder
and pushes him back onto the paisley peach-coloured cushions. Stiles would like
to know where Peter got his decorating skills from.
“There have been three victims in less than two days. If this killer is really
planning on stopping after a collection of three, why would they kill so
quickly?” Derek points out, and it’s not helping ease Stiles’ or Scott’s
tension. “If it is ritualistic, I don’t think it would be complete so soon.”
No one really answers that, because it’s a good assessment of the situation and
until they find the killer, they won’t understand its plans further.
“Scott, I don’t understand why you’re so hung up about this – I’m the virgin
and I’m not worried. Like, honestly. It’s not going to attack me.Why would it
want to attack me?”
“Well, why’d it attack your friend Heather? Or that kid at the pool. Or the
girl in the woods. It’s targeting random people, who happen to be virgins, and
you’re a virgin, Stiles.” Scott reasons with him and Stiles should be feeling
at least a little uncomfortable that this discussion is even having to take
place, and he is, dear god is he ever, and he doesn’t know how this is supposed
to help, and he wants it to stop.
“Too bad using your hand doesn’t count, Stiles. If it did, you’d be nowhere
near the killer’s list.” Boyd growls from a bar stool, not looking at anyone
really, and nobody even shifts in amusement at his half-joke. Because jokes
like that – those are Erica’s style, and she’s not –
Tension settles for a few minutes, with no one even moving a muscle, apart from
Peter, who seems to be flexinghis pectorals and wagging his eyebrows at Isaac,
who’s not even looking at him, until Cora suddenly huffs and strides across the
room, knocks Stiles’ drink out of his hand and straddles his thighs.
Stiles literally chokes on air and scrabbles for grip on the couch as she rocks
her hips against his and grins down into his face –
“Why are we even talking about this, I’ll gladly take the virgin – “
But the sentence is barely out of the gorgeous girl’s mouth before vivid,
weirdly-echoing growling fills the room, and Cora’s basically ripped off of him
by Derek, whose eyes are red and violent and his teeth are extended along with
his jaw, and he hurls his sister across the room, and Derek is
practicallyroaring around at the other wolves as he sets up a protective stance
in front of Stiles.
And where Isaac and Peter had been moving quickly to aid Cora, and Scott had
been about to race over to Stiles, frozen figures stare in the general vicinity
of the alpha, not directly into his face, no one making a sound.
Stiles gasps his first breath in hours it seemed and the silence in the room
lessens slightly, along with some of the tension, because Derek’s red eyes
sidle down to him and his wolfed-out features tightened into human again,
allowing the others in the room to relax a little and attempt to fix whatever
the hell just happened.
Derek slinks off back behind the sofa and Stiles breathes raggedly, all the
while staring in alarm at Scott, who’s only got confusion on his face which
Stiles is certain mirrors his. Peter and Isaac offer their hands to help Cora
up but she knocks them both off and moves gracefully to her feet, staring
accusingly at her brother, and while Stiles is too scared to turn around and
see what exactly Derek is doing, Cora’s eyes snap from Stiles to behindhim
several times before she growls lowly and storms out of the apartment.
Stiles is sure that Derek indicates something to Isaac and Boyd, because the
both of them follow her out moments later.
“Can someone please tell me what just happened?” Stiles croaks out when the
silence reigns on, and even though he knows Scott has no answers, he’s sure the
other two know something.
“Well done, nephew. You’ve managed to alienate the newest – and most important
– recruit to your haggard little pack because of your attachment to a human.”
And even though Peter’s tone is slightly lilted with amusement throughout the
entire sentence, the last word is spat out in disgust, which affronts Stiles.
“Hey, excuse me, but – “
“I – “ that’s Derek’s voice, but not,because it’s so low and growly and croaky
that Stiles literally whips around to take a look at the alpha, who’s hunched
over a little with his arms raised in defence and is actually staring in
stunned wonder at Stiles.
“What?” Stiles breathes, and then look at Peter and Scott for explanation.
“What did I do?”
Peter snorts. “What nobody would ever have reason to think possible, dear boy.
You’ve attracted an alpha.”
“What – att – attracted? How?”
“That is a rather good question, and I’m sure that our alpha will have some
explanation.”
Derek doesn’t immediately take Peter’s bait, but does take some time to compose
himself and return to a menacing stature, glaring at Peter. “I wasn’t
protecting him, I was trying to protect Cora – “
“Don’t give me that crap, you turned as soon as Cora touchedhim and we only do
that if someone is touching our mates without our consent.” Peter ends the
sentence in a biting sort of singsong and Stiles reallywants Derek to say that
nothat’s so wrong because he was definitely just trying to save his baby sister
from bad human virgin Stiles instead of saving his – his mate –from his own
flesh and blood, but Derek – doesn’t say anything like that, and won’t meet
Stiles’ inquiring eyes and Stiles is seriously freaking out right now.
“What the hell – what is he saying, Derek?” Scott demands of the alpha, who
locks his still-feral eyes onto Scott, who won’t look away. “Is it true?”
Stiles really hopes that this is the part where Derek shakes his head and grins
and the other werewolves walk back into the room with pizzas and sodas and
party poppers shouting that it’s April Fool’s Day or something, but instead,
Derek – Derek nods once.
“Stiles is your mate?”
“Stiles is no one’s mate!” Stiles’ voice is not strong and he staggers to his
feet, and that’s not convincing anyone to drop this charade. “Are you all mad?
Is it that time of the month for wolves again because let me tell you, you guys
go crazy when the moon’s about to pop – “
“Oh, something’s about to pop, alright, and it isn’t just going to be the
moon.” Peter snorts again and Stiles blanches.
“Wow – this is so not – that’s not going to happen – I – I am going to be
killed by a thing that sacrifices virgins to appease some deity that no one
else believes in and I’d rather go that way!”
“Not if the alpha has some say in it. And, trust me; in relationships like
this, the alpha has all the say.”
Stiles would really like to smack that smirk right off Peter’s face but he’s
the only one who’s talking and making any sense and even though it’s sense that
Stiles would rather not believe, it’s there, and it’s sound and Stiles would
really like Derek to say something right about now or he’s going to explode or
hyperventilate or both because hey what’s the difference really and it’s not
going to be pretty.
Derek does. “Scott, take Stiles home. Lock all the doors and windows.”
Scott springs into action while Stiles is reluctant to move because there’s no
explanation coming his way even though he really needs one right about now.
“No – what about – “
Derek’s scowl turns onto him and Stiles would shirk away in fear if he wasn’t
so damn confused about what was happening. “You will stay inside your bedroom
for the rest of the night and will not open your front door or answer your
phone for anyone, do you understand me.”
And the last part isn’t a question, it’s a command, and Stiles – Stiles really
does shrink into himself a little, but not because of fear, but because of
anger.
“What the hell – what are you even trying to do – there is no weird creature
coming to kill me tonight or ever. You’re all being stupid and I don’t have to
follow your orders, Derek, because I am not one of your machine werewolves and
won’t listen to you.”
Derek takes a step forward but Stiles isn’t alarmed because there’s still a
couch between them but Peter seems worried about his couch so he starts talking
again. “Actually, because his wolf has identified you as its mate, you’re one
of his now, Stilinski.”
“I am not anybody’s mate, you’ve all lost your minds. I’m going home to study
for my biology test tomorrow, like normal teenagers do, so goodbye. I suggest
you all get some proper sleep or something, or like stop sniffing the wolfsbane
because you’re seriously crazy. Let’s go, Scott.”
As he and Scott walk out, they hear Peter say, “This would all go easier if
you’d just go to the boy and mount him tonight – “ followed by the sound of
loud growling and breaking glass, and instead of going back and finding out
what that means and if Peter’s still alive, they both bolt.
-
“This is insane. Tell me it’s insane.”
Scott doesn’t bother to answer that sentence because Stiles has been repeating
it in different variations for ten minutes now.
They’re in Stiles’ bedroom, where Scott is poised at the window in preparation
for any nocturnal attack that may happen and Stiles is hyperventilating on the
floor.
“How does this even happen?” Stiles moans and Scott would normally laugh at
that tone, but this is seriously no laughing matter.
“I don’t know, Stiles, I’ve never heard of it before.”
“Werewolves, mating? What does that even mean? And with humans! Scott – what is
happening?”
Scott doesn’t reply and Stiles continues moaning. “Why did we even go to that
place tonight, Jesus, Scott?”
Scott shrugs and looks nearly as panicked as Stiles feels. “I don’t know, I
thought that we could get you to help us, you know, catch this thing, lure it,”
he frowns in sympathy at the choked sound Stiles makes, “use you as bait or
something but no one’s going to go for that idea now.”
“Oh, why ever not?” Stiles snaps, first fidgeting with a thread on his carpet
then tugging at it then slamming his fist repeatedly on it.
“Derek would never let us use you now. Because mates are – wow. I never thought
that you could – “
“What do you know about mates?” Stiles screeches and pounces onto Scott from
the floor, clutching at his friend in disbelief.
“Look, calm down, Deaton did mention something about it ages ago, but I didn’t
really pay attention – hey, don’t look at me like that, I was newly-turned and
had other things to concentrate on.”
“Well, what did he say?” Stiles is desperate because he had not encountered any
of this in his research.
“Nothing really, just that some wolves can find others who like, complement
them or something and they are supposed to be together forever or something, I
don’t even know.”
“That’s not…you’re lying. You’ve got to be kidding me. You and Peter set all of
this up, didn’t you? Just for an elaborate joke. Oh, hey, look, Stiles is still
a virgin, let’s scare him with ritualistic killings of other virgins for him to
finally jack up and get laid. ‘Cause, Scott, that’s not funny.”
“Stiles, all of this stress is getting to you. You’re not thinking clearly. And
since when do we have a bio test tomorrow?”
“Since Pummel’s been telling us for two days now! God!” Stiles shouts
incredulously, wanting to shake Scott but not knowing how that would blow over.
“Oh.” Scott has the decency to look somewhat sheepish, but then returns to
watching out the window.
“What are you even doing here anyway? Big scary alpha didn’t say anything about
you staying.”
“He’s not my alpha.”
“No, but apparently, he is mine,” Stiles is close to hyperventilating again.
“Like, dude, where did this even come from? Is this normal? No one mentioned
anything about this before and nothing’s changed for, like, ever, so why now?
What is happening, Scott?”
“Please quit whinging, Stiles.” And Scott seems to be hyperaware of every
little shadow that crosses the street outside and Stiles is scared for his
immaculate bedroom if something happens outside and Scott wolfs out because
that would not be pretty.
“Oh, god, just go home Scott. Nothing’s going to happen. You’ve all lost your
minds.”
It takes some convincing, but Scott does leave about half an hour later, and
Stiles tries to read the chapter in his textbook for the test tomorrow, but
cannot concentrate. He knows where the heart and brain are situated, isn’t that
enough?
Stiles sighs and stretches out on his bed and drags his hands across his face.
This has turned into the weirdest day of his life and he still doesn’t have any
answers about what exactly is going on.
Eventually Stiles falls asleep and doesn’t hear his dad come in from his shift
but his dad does hear him, hours later, when he wakes up screaming from a dream
filled with red eyes, Heather’s slit and bruised skin and an empty pit of fear
within his stomach.
-
Stiles isn’t exactly sure how he gets through the next day. He sits the bio
text and feels whatever knowledge he has seeping out of brain as he reads the
questions and then just writes bullshit. It’s okay, he thinks, because he has
the rest of the year to fix his grades – unless, of course, this murdering
psychopath gets to him first.
Scott’s acting rather cautious around Stiles, and maybe he’s surprised that
Stiles survived the night, because that’s also what Stiles feels but doesn’t
dare say and it takes until lunch for Scott to bring it up.
“So, do you want to go back to Peter’s tonight and get some help?”
Stiles actually slams his locker door shut because he hasn’t slept well and
Scott isn’t helping. “What is that going to do, Scott? Get everyone riled up
and angry because they have to protect itty bitty human Stiles? Because, no, I
don’t need that and I don’t need Captain McSnarky Pants Peter throwing in any
more of his arsehole theories about stuff that doesn’t exist, okay?”
“Stiles, I get it, but they’re the only ones that can help. Especially if
Derek’s your mate!”
“Keep your voice down!” Stiles hisses and stares around the quickly emptying
hall around them. “I don’t need Derek Hale’s permission to lose my virginity.
I’m going to go to Lydia and see if she can hook me up for a quickie with
someone.”
“No, Stiles, you don’t get it, Derek’s not going to let you do that.”
“What the hell – what did I just say Scott?”
“He’s identified you as his mate now, and he’ll go crazy if you go to someone
else for your, um, first time.”
Stiles stares incredulously at Scott. “Are you serious? What are you even
saying? I’m going to die a virgin – and not as an old man virgin but as a
seventeen-year-old virgin because a werewolf wouldn’t let me get laid and
therefore made me the obvious choice for this mass murdering psychopath?”
Scott shrugs, looks uncomfortable. “Well, that’s not the only option…”
Stiles stares at him.
“I mean, if Derek won’t let you…do it with someone else…you could…do
it…together?”
Stiles has had it with practical jokes for his entire life. First, his best
friend gets bitten by a rabid human dog, then turns into a werewolf. Then
everything else that happened happens and now this.This ridiculous notion that
he’s Derek Hale’s mate,a creature that nobody’s quite sure actually exists, and
he’s expected to lay back and take it all – oh god just the idea of that – and
that’s why Stiles doesn’t even acknowledge Scott’s comments except to huff in
disbelief and walk away from his friend, holding up a warning hand to keep
Scott from following him.
“Stiles, it’s probably the only chance you have.” Scott calls sheepishly after
him, but Stiles doesn’t turn back.
-
Stiles goes to the first lacrosse training session of the year that afternoon
and Scott isn’t there. Come to think of it, Stiles hasn’t seen Scott since he
stormed away from him, and that was two periods ago.
Coach prattles on about the expectations of the year and even though he makes
them change into their uniforms, they don’t get to practice at all.
When everyone changes and leaves, Stiles sits on the bench and sighs repeatedly
while checking his phone, because he doesn’t exactly want to get home and do
nothing for the next six hours so he’d rather drag this out as much as
possible.
“Hey, Stiles, Coach asked me to lock up, you leaving?” It’s Danny at the door
with his gym bag slung over his shoulder and an easy smile on his lips.
“Uh, yeah, coming,” Stiles quickly packs up the rest of his things and just as
he walks by Danny, he rethinks that and turns back to him. “Hey, Danny, how’s
life, eh?”
Danny frowns at him and flicks the light switch before answering. “Uh, pretty
normal, I guess. Everything alright?”
“Yeah, nah, dude, just, y’know, haven’t spoken to you in ages, just wondering
how you’re doing. Especially with Jackson gone and stuff.”
“Everything’s fine. I spoke to Jackson last night on Skype, he seems alright,
too, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Danny’s side-eyeing him as they walk
down the hall and it takes Stiles a minute.
“What? Why would I even care about Jackson? He was a monumental douchebag.” Who
turned into a lizard and killed unsuspecting members of the community for a
while.
Danny nods knowingly and looks exaggeratingly apologetic but there’s still a
smile on his face. They walk until they get to the outer door and the parking
lot’s right there with only Stiles’ Jeep and then they stop.
“What’s up, Stiles?”
This is where Stiles really turns and looks at Danny, because, hey, the guy is
handsome, he’d be a pretty good choice for anyone wanting to lose their
virginity, but there’s too much of a nice guy thing there, too, or maybe it’s
just that Stiles has known him for so long and doesn’t think of him as anything
but a friend, no matter that he’s gay.
And although there’s barely a foot of space between them, Danny’s not moving
any closer and neither is Stiles, because his friendship with this boy is more
important than some lunatic who’s stalking and killing virgins.
“Nothing, dude, I just haven’t spoken to you in so long and coach totally
wasted our time in practice tonight and all.”
“Yeah, I noticed Scott wasn’t there.”
“Scott disappeared sometime after lunch. Probably forgot some homework we had
or something and raced home to act sick.”
Danny nods and smiles. “Well, I’m going now, just got to drop these keys off at
Finstock’s office. I’ll see you around, Stiles.”
“Yeah, yeah, see you. Good chat.” Stiles waves as Danny leaves and then he
stalks up to his car and presses his forehead against the door, sighing. At
least he hadn’t embarrassed himself too much.
He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. Maybe it’s not even that kind of a
killer. Maybe he’s wrong and they’re just random attacks with people who were
just at the wrong place at the wrong time and with overkill and just
coincidental ritual markings. But then he thinks of Heather and the fact that
she was in her basement at the time and she just disappeared without anyone
seeing her leave it and the position of the guy at the pool, and he’s not so
sure anymore.
Stiles sighs again and dumps his bag in the back seat, then moves around the
car to get to the driver’s seat.
“You know – “ and Stiles jumps and screams and turns and raises his fists in
front of him, because that’s not Danny’s voice – but it’s thankfully just
Scott, who looks as alarmed as Stiles’ feels and Stiles feels like he’s going
to kill him.
“What the hell, dude?! Why would you sneak up on me? Where were you? Have you
been getting practice from Peter and Derek on how to stalk people and sneak up
on them without them knowing? Because you ace that class, Jesus Christ.”
Stiles’ heart is thumping out of ribcage and he feels a vague pit of panic
building in his lungs, but he takes deep breaths in order to calm down and
glaring angrily at Scott helps, too.
“Sorry, man, I thought you heard me coming. What were you talking about with
Danny, anyway?”
“I thought your wolfy senses would have heard that conversation, Scott. ‘Cause
you wolves aren’t really impressing me anymore. You can’t even smell who’s a
virgin and who isn’t like all those cool fictional wolves can.”
“Why would you think that? Derek can, probably, but I can’t even tell a dead
rat apart from a live one.”
“I’m going to guess you’re getting practice on that one, too.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not going so well.”
“Obviously.”
Scott shuffles his feet, looks away a little. “So…found any willing
candidates?”
“To take my virginity?” Stiles stares at him with hard eyes. “No, Scott, unless
I hire a hooker or something and just pretend I’m not underage.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
“Well, I couldn’t even ask Danny to help me out just then, I don’t see how I’m
going to be able to get someone else to.”
“Maybe you aren’t going to be attacked.”
Stiles nods exaggeratingly. “Yeah, probably not. But, like…I am kind of
worried, still.”
“Well, anyway, let’s go out, get some pizza and watch a movie.”
“Only if you tell me why you skipped last period and practice.”
Scott winks and walks around to the passenger’s side, and Stiles follows him
into the car. “Sure thing.”
-
They order pizza at Stiles’ house because Mrs McCall is getting some sleep
before a night shift and the Sheriff is at work until midnight.
“So, where were you?” Stiles asks around a mouthful of pepperoni.
“I went to see Boyd.”
Stiles quickly swallows his mouthful. “Boyd, as in Boyd from Derek’s pack?”
“What other Boyd do we know?”
“Well, my dad works with a Jake Boyd, but anyway, why would you go to him?"
"I went to him because he, well, he’s the only other werewolf I know that had a
mate.”
“Oh. What? Oh!Oh, man, you mean Erica and Boyd – they weren’t just – oh, crap,
that’s so – Scott, I didn’t know, and she’s dead, and god, how is he? He wasn’t
like himself at Peter’s yesterday, oh, crap, I didn’t know. Poor guy.”
“Yeah, well, he’s coping. He’s living at Derek’s house with Isaac and Cora, and
it’s good for him to be around his pack like that, especially now. He misses
her, and I sort of understand, but it’s different for me because I see Allison
all the time now, but anyway. He told me that he and Erica didn’t realise they
were mates until this one time where Erica kissed Derek – yeah I know, don’t
ask – and they both felt weird about it until they talked to each other and
figured it out.”
“Aha. Well, anyway, that has nothing to do with me and Derek – and there is no
me and Derek at all because I’m sure werewolves have mates and stuff, but only
with other werewolves and I am so not ready to go running through the woods on
a moonlit night, chasing squirrels and rats.”
“Mates can be human – look at me an Allison.”
“Allison’s not your mate.”
“I think of her as my mate. And she probably is. I mean, if someone else tried
to, like, kiss her…I’d kill them.”
Stiles moans in despair, because that’s exactly what he didn’t want to hear,
but there you go. Apparently, maybe, he’s Derek’s mate. And Derek apparently,
maybe, won’t let him get off this potential killer’s potential hit list because
he won’t let him have sex with someone else. Heaven forbid thinking about
having sex with Derekbecause Derek might kill him for just imagining stuff like
that.
“So what did Boyd say?” Stiles isn’t too sure he really wants to know, but
anyway.
“Well, he doesn’t really know that much about mates, either, but he did say
that Derek’s behaviour was, like, over the top, even for a mate. Boyd actually
said that he’s worried about you, because if you…tryanything with someone else,
Derek will know immediately and probably kill both you and the other person.”
Stiles’ mouth is open with half-chewed pizza within it, and he’s staring in
shock at Scott.
“It isn’t thatbad, is it?” He asks carefully, swallowing quickly.
“I think it is. He’s pretty intense, man.” Scott nods in sympathy and then
turns back to his pizza.
Stiles doesn’t know how he gets into situations like this. What is it with
Beacon Hills, anyhow? How is this normal? Does this happen anywhere else and if
so how do people deal with it?
They finish the pizza and watch a TV movie because they couldn’t decide what to
watch and then Scott leaves. Stiles gets a text from his dad telling him that
he’s going to be covering, heh, Jake Boyd’s shift that night and won’t be home
until the next morning.
Stiles checks every door and window in the house twice before showering and
going to bed later on, because Derek told him to do that yesterday and even if
he hadn’t, there’s nothing wrong with being prepared and protected.
So when he hears footsteps on the roof outside his window and then scratching
on the glass, Stiles’ heart leaps into his throat and he twists under the
covers, breathing harshly and trying to make himself look as flat and
nonexistent as possible.
Then – there’s knockingon the window, and it’s not even normal knocking but it
sounds hesitant and forced, as though whoever’s there would rather not have to
do that.
It takes Stiles a minute or two to actually gather the courage to chuck the
covers off of himself and look at the window.
And then he wishes he hadn’t.
Because Derek’sthere, crouching outside his window, glaring surlily into the
room.
“Jesus Christ, Derek, what the hell, man?” Stiles gets off his bed on shaky
legs and unlocks the window, stepping back to let Derek leap into his bedroom.
“What are you doing here, dude? Were you trying to break into my room,
seriously? Even after you told me to lock everything in order to protect
myself?”
Derek stretches in the centre of the room and Stiles closes the window because
there’s a cold breeze coming through.
“Just making sure you’re still alive.”
“Oh, ha ha, very funny, I’m fine, as you can tell, because I’m not about to be
killed. Unless, like, you want to kill me because, heh, well, I totally didn’t
send your sister mixed messages or anything, because I had no idea she felt
that way about me, like – “
“Stiles.” And that tone is definitely warning.
“Yup, shutting up, I mean, what would your sister even want with me, like, have
you seen me? I’m not exactly boyfriend material for a Hale – I mean, her! Her,
not just a Hale because like there aren’t a lot of Hales left and I mean why
would I even say Hale I meant Cora. I am so not boyfriend or like, mate,
material for anyone, least of all Cora. She’s got your sense of humour, though,
dude. The way she jumped on my lap – yeah, we won’t talk about that because I’m
sure it was awkward all around.” Derek’s expression is pained as Stiles
continues on this tirade, and just as it begins to clear and Derek thinks
Stiles is going to stop talking – “Not that she’s not a pretty lady. I mean,
have you seen her? Your sister’s totally hot, dude.”
Derek closes his eyes and clenches his fists by his sides and Stiles is totally
sure that he doesn’t squeak when Derek actually growls a little because he’s
almost sure that Derek won’t hurt him. Almost.
“Stiles. Whatever you think happened that night, you’ve been told wrong. I did
not – you are notmy mate. I don’t exactly know why I did what I did, but it’s
not for that reason.”
And Stiles – doesn’t like that answer. Because that’s not just a copout – oh
let’s lead Stiles down another path so he completely forgets about this absurd
theory – it’s also most likely a lie. He can tell by the way that Derek stares
straight at him but in a way that makes Stiles think that he’s not seeing him
at all, and that usually means that Derek’s not telling the truth.
“Well, I mean, how would you know? Everyone seems confused about what a mate
really is, and you haven’t had one before, so how could you know that I’m your
mate or not?”
“Stiles, I’d know.”
“Or, you could be lying to me to, like, I don’t know, alleviate my fears or
something. Not that I’m scared of you or anything. Just this thing that’s
probably going to try and kill me. Because I’m probably one of the only virgins
left in Beacon Hills. Everyone’s getting laid, man, and I can’t even decide if
I like guys or girls better.”
Derek’s pained expression is going to be a permanent fixture for this
conversation, okay, got it.
“But then again, what am I even saying? Why would you try to protect me from
something like that? Is it really the worst thing in the world to be mated to a
seventeen-year-old guy with no brain to mouth filter and a pretty impressive
skill of eating three times the recommended daily calorie intake of curly fries
and still look good without a shirt on? Really?”
By the way Derek’s eyebrow raises, it probably is.
“Well, fine. We’re not mates or anything, you can just turn your wolf off so I
can get laid by your sister.”
Derek actually starts growling and his eyes flash red. And maybe it’s because
Stiles is talking about his sister, but maybe it’s not.
“Or, wait, not your sister, what am I even saying, maybe Boyd or something,
because he doesn’t have a mate anymore, or maybe just do a threeway with Boyd
and Isaac – okay, I’ll stop, jeez!”
Because Derek’s growling is close to turning into full-fledged howling if
Stiles keeps this up.
There’s a few minutes of silence in which Derek controls himself and crosses
his arms over his chest.
Stiles’ arms flay in disbelief.
“Are you serious? You’re not going to say anything? You’re not going to explain
why you practically turn into a rabid dog as soon as I mention having sex with
someone else?”
“Stiles, you’re too young for something like this.”
“Like what, sex? Because Heather was younger than me, and if I’d only been
faster getting the condoms, then maybe she’d still be alive.”
Derek’s frown deepens and Stiles is sure he wasn’t talking about sexexplicitly.
“Or, you mean the mate thing. Well, what can we do? As you said, this mate
thing doesn’t even exist, so what are we even talking about.”
Derek is quiet.
“Or it does exist and you’re just trying to get out of having to be mated to me
because I’m not your ideal dating material.”
“You don’t understand, mates don’t date.There’s no need for that. They’re
supposed to be together from the moment they figure out they’re mated until one
of them dies. It’s a biological need to breed and continue the line.”
“But I, uh, can’t exactly – “
“Which is why something’s not right this time.” Derek looks uncomfortable with
that, so he sighs. “But there are mate bonds that don’t fit into that theory.
I’ve heard of werewolves finding their mate from their same sex.”
“Do all wolves have mates?”
“No, it doesn’t work like that. There are so many people in the world; not
every wolf can hope to find a relationship like that all the time.”
“Relationship, huh.”
Derek nods tightly.
“Because Peter made it sound pretty one-sided yesterday.”
Derek rolls his eyes.
“His is alive, isn’t he? I mean, the whole mountingcomment didn’t make you kill
him, did it?
Derek glowers, and Stiles wisely holds his hands up in apology.
“Well, why hasn’t this come up before? I mean, we’ve known each other for a
while now, how could you not tell that I was your mate before now?”
Derek shrugs. “You were always different.”
“Different how?”
“I don’t know; you just never smelt right.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“It wasn’t until someone else tried to claim you that my wolf realised what was
wrong with you.”
“Wow, you’re a real charmer, boy, I can’t believe this.”
Derek shrugs and cocks an eyebrow.
“So it was only when Cora sat on my lap and told everyone that she intended to
take my virginity that you realised that you couldn’t let that happen? So what
am I supposed to do now? How am I supposed to lose my virginity now?”
Derek’s eyebrows knit together and his eyes slip shut.
“’Cause, dude, what we have here,” Stiles indicates with one hand between the
two of them, “is an unhealthy re-lation-ship.”
And before he can even blink and smirk in satisfaction for throwing that in
Derek’s face, Derek’s hand whips out and grabs Stiles’ flaying one. Stiles
squeaks out a whimper of surprise when Derek tugs him closer, snarling into his
face.
“Woah, woah, dude – “ he stares at Derek and while he’s a little frightened,
the initial shock of the movement has dulled a little and Stiles knows that
Derek won’t do anything else unless Stiles riles him up. Which Stiles intends
to do. “Do ya see what I mean? Honestly, this is like some Twilightshit going
on right here; you’re the guy with issues and fangs and I’m, alright, so I’m
not exactly like Bella with her whole cluelessness thing going on for the best
part of a book, but – “
“Stiles – stop – talking.”
“ – it’s close enough?”
Derek stares intently into Stiles’ eyes and Stiles feels the oddly part
uncomfortable and part – what the hell – aroused.
“I can help you. If you want.” Derek’s tone is awkward and uncomfortable, but
warm and hopeful and everything else at the same time.
“What do you mean, ‘help’?” Stiles asks warily, and he has to step back,
because Derek is moving towards him and he knows exactly what Derek wants to
help with.
“Werewolves rarely discover their mates. I didn’t know until last night that
you’re mine, and you’re in danger.”
“No, I’m not, you said it yourself– “
“Stiles, damnit, you’re my mate, my wolf has claimed you and you have no idea
what it’s doing to me having to stand here and not touch you.” He growls softly
at the end and that stops Stiles in his tracks from moving away from him.
And, wow, Jesus, did Derek Hale just say that to him?
Stiles licks his lips.
“So, uh, you want to help me. With my virginity problem. You want to have sex
with me and get rid of my virginity because there’s some lunatic out there
killing virgins and you don’t want me dead. Oh, and also because if I try to
get laid by anyone else, you’ll most likely just appear and rip that person’s
throat out.”
Derek nods.
“Dude…this is really fucked up.”
Derek nods again.
“So, what now?”
Derek shrugs and grunts.
“Should I – I don’t know? Get naked?”
Derek torso snaps back in surprise and he stares at Stiles in surprise.
“Well, unless you can get your dick inside my pants without taking them off,
we’ll need to be naked.”
Derek looks panicked and Stiles is totally not going to laugh at that.
“Have you had sex before? Jesus. It’s like you’re the virgin and not me.”
And because Derek doesn’t look like he’s going to be helping him anytime soon,
Stiles thinks that maybe he should start it himself. He struggles out of his
shirt and this is really awkward because he’s never stripped in front of a guy
for this reason, and he’s not even sure that this is what Derek wants to do,
but this is what’s going to happen because Stiles needs to lose his virginity
and if it can only be with Derek, then why the hell not do it now?
He starts pulling his pyjama pants down, but he squeaks when Derek’s hand
stills his and Derek’s so close to him right now, Christ.
Derek looks so conflicted and his eyes keep flicking from Stiles’ eyes to his
open mouth and he’s slowly leaning in, but it’s so slow and Stiles closes his
eyes and can’t hear anything apart from his heartbeat in every part of his
body, and then Derek’s lips touch his and Stiles hears a gasp of surprise that
really couldn’t have come from him because that’s kind of corny, but then the
gasp turns into something that’s practically a sob, and Stiles is running out
of air, because Derek steps closer to him so that they’re touching and he’s
moving his lips against Stiles’ with more pressure, and Stiles is sure that
that sound was from himself and that, Jesus,those sounds are going to continue.
Derek’s hands settle on Stiles’ hips and Stiles knows that he’s shuddering –
his entire body is wracked with little tremors and he has trouble lifting his
arm to place a hand on Derek’s nape to deepen the kiss.
Derek’s mouth movements are slow and sensual and when he licks against Stiles’
bottom lip, Stiles drops his mouth open, expecting that tongue to enter his
mouth immediately, but no, Derek traces his bottom lip a little more and then
nipsit slightly with his teeth and Stiles moansand only then does Derek kiss
him properly.
It’s strange at first and Stiles has no idea what to do with his own tongue but
Derek’s hands tighten on his hips reassuringly and he manoeuvres their faces
into angles that allow him to trace Stiles’ tongue with his own and lick
against the crevices inside Stiles’ mouth in ways that make the teenager jump
and try to enthusiastically reciprocate.
Stiles’ hands slide towards the hem of Derek’s shirt and Derek helps him take
it off and Stiles has of course seen the alpha shirtless before but not in a
situation like this and it’s so different having Derek’s naked chest brush
against his own and he’s staring in surprise at Derek.
“So, we’re, uh, really going to do this.” He whispers, not because it’s
necessary, because hello of course they’re doing it,but because he needs to say
something.
Derek nods and Stiles is somewhat content that he doesn’t verbally respond.
Whatever comes out of Derek’s mouth is usually terrible and rude anyway.
So Stiles nods, too, and then looks down at Derek’s belt, then back up to his
eyes, then shrugs and undoes the catch, unbuttons Derek’s jeans and then takes
a deep breath and slides the zipper down.
And that’s as far as he gets before Derek’s kissing him again, hard, and then
moving him backward towards his bed and when Stiles’ legs find the mattress,
Derek stops kissing him.
“In the middle, on your back.” He mutters before moving back to take off his
shoes and pants.
God,his voice is really rugged right now, and Stiles quickly rips his own pants
off before flinging himself back onto the bed and lying like Derek told him to,
staring up at the ceiling and trying to stabilise his breathing.
Derek comes into sight above him, and Stiles can’t help but look down – and yep
he’s totally naked and Stiles doesn’t look much further than Derek’s hipbones
before he slams his eyes shut and he hears Derek snort in amusement.
“Oh, shut up, virgin here, remember?”
And Stiles can totally imagine Derek’s gruff voice saying “not for much
longer”and he manages to keep his laugh in because he can tell that that’s
going to be a mood killer.
The bed dips and Stiles can feel Derek kneeling next to him, and then Derek
shifts and spreads Stiles’ trembling legs to kneel between them. Stiles opens
his eyes and watches Derek watching him, and he has to do something, so Stiles
does laugh a bit, to tell him that it’s okay, that this is what he wants,
definitely what he wants, because hell, even if it wasn’t to preserve his life,
it’s Derek Halein between his legs who’s completely nakedand as hot as ever,
and –
And Derek actually smiles back at him,a little lift of his lips, but it’s a
smile and it’s kind of comforting and empowering and Stiles would so be
giggling in excitement right now if his breath hadn’t caught in his chest,
because Derek is bending down –
And is hooking his thumbs on Stiles’ boxers and he’s dragging them down and
Stiles lifts his hips to help and Derek slides them down his legs and throws
them behind him and then –
The air escapes from his mouth in a wheeze and his hips jerk upwards because
Derek’s hot, wet mouth completely engulfshis cock –
“Jesus – Derek – warn a guy!”
Stiles grips Derek’s hair and moans loudly and continuously as Derek starts
moving his mouth up and down and his tongue is tracing the underside of his
cock and his cockhead and there’s some serious sucking going on there,
especially when Derek seals his lips around the tip and drags it out –
And then his mouth is going from Stiles’ dick and Derek lifts his thighs up to
get access to – Stiles’ fucking arse –
And his tongue is licking between his cock and bottom, and then slipping
lowerand Stiles squeals and grips the sheets hardas Derek tongues around his
hole and wants to push Derek away because – “Dude come on gross oh god that’s
good,” – but Derek’s licking him and making the most disgusting noises.
Stiles thinks he’s going to have a heart attack because of what’s going on, and
he knows he will if Derek doesn’t stop soon –
But when Derek does pull away, Stiles groans and pants loudly, fisting his cock
to alleviate the pressure in his balls.
Then Derek –
Gets off the bed and Stiles chokes and is about to shout at him because what? –
“Lube, Stiles. Do you have any?”
Why would he have lube,for fuck’s sake?
So Stiles shakes his head desperately and is about to ask what the fuck now?
Derek groans a little, staring, transfixed, as Stiles pumps his cock. “Any
lotion?”
“Uh – “ it takes Stiles a little moment to think. “Bathroom, maybe, in the
mirror. Next door.”
Derek nods and leaves the room, flicking the light of the hallway on before
turning left –
And Stiles is about to call out after him that it’s the wrong way, but then he
comes back into sight again, moving to the other room, and god there is
something really incredibly right about having a completely naked Derek Hale
walking through his hallway in the middle of the night, looking for a
substitute for lube.
Derek comes back a minute later holding a tube of some kind of lotion that
Stiles bought ages ago and probably never used, and then he’s back on the bed
between Stiles’ legs.
Stiles licks his lips as Derek uncaps the tube and squeezes some on his fingers
and –
Those slicked fingers are intended for his arsehole, okay, he totally knew
that, fuck jesus how’d he get here? –
“Relax, Stiles.” Derek whispers and Stiles swallows loudly and does try to
relax, but as soon as he feels one of Derek’s fingers against his hole, he
freaks out and slams his palms against the bed.
Derek stills and stares at him. “Do you want me to stop?”
And there’s no pressure behind that tone, nothing that’s forcing Stiles to
allow Derek to continue and nothing that’s betraying Derek’s own feelings about
the task, and maybe that’s why Stiles feels so absolutely unsure.
“Do youwant to stop? Because we can like totally not do this if you don’t want
to. You’ve probably definitely got someone else on your mind – like Scott told
me how you saved Miss Blake and we really don’t have to do this if you don’t
want to do it to me but then like where does that leave me because who am I
supposed to go to now– “
Derek leans down and biteshis way into Stiles’ mouth to make him shut up and
Stiles moans and grasps Derek’s shoulders and the movement makes him tilt his
hips up –
And Derek takes that as an opportunity to press his finger in –
And Stiles tries to break the kiss and get air that’s not possible in this
position because fuck that feels so weirdly good, but Derek keeps their lips
sealed so Stiles has to struggle to breathe through his nose, and the smell of
Derek is everywhere.
Derek kisses Stiles thoroughly through sliding his sole finger in and out and
then when he stretches him just that little bit further with a second finger
and the noise that Stiles makes almost makes Derek shout and just tear right
through himbefore he can calm himself down a little and release Stiles’ lips
and press their foreheads together.
“Oh, god,”Stiles moans and rocks his hips against Derek’s fingers as Derek
fucks him with them and the ache and stretch are amazing coupled with the fact
that his cock is leaking because of this, because of Derek’s fingers in his
arse –
And when Derek presses the blunt tip of a third finger against his hole, Stiles
sobs and nods and lovesthe burn as it fits inside him.
Derek carefully moves his fingers and continues preparing Stiles, taking in all
the expressions Stiles makes under him and relishesin the sounds he’s making.
“I’m gonna  - going to come, Derek,” Stiles warns and even before that sentence
is out of his mouth, it’s joined by a hitched moan and Derek watches as Stiles
comes all over his stomach.
And oh god – his first orgasm with fingers in his arse, and it’s because of
Derek Hale, and Stiles finds that so fitting because Derek’s the last person in
the world that Stiles could have imagined his first time with but things work
like that, don’t they? What you least expect turns out to be the best thing
sometimes.
Eventually, when Stiles comes back to earth, he cracks his eyes open and smiles
as he feels Derek mouthing his collarbone and neck, and he’s basically humping
the sheets between Stiles’ legs and Stiles hasn’t even seen Derek’s dick
properly, but he’d like to –
But not right now –
But will he have an opportunity to afterwards?
Tomorrow? The day after?
How will this change their relationship and what’s going to happen next and
what if this mate thing is actually just bullshit and this is just Derek taking
sympathy on poor virgin Stiles and putting him out of his misery and it doesn’t
actually mean anything and Derek’s going to be completely indifferent towards
Stiles from now on, like more than he usually is anyway, and Stiles doesn’t
know how he could take that and he hates himself for getting so attached to
this situation, to the feeling of Derek’s mouth on his cock and his neck and
the weight of his body on top of Stiles –
And Derek seems to realise that something’s not right in Stiles’ mind because
he moves up on his elbows on either side of Stiles and looks down at him
quizzically.
Stiles starts breathing again and –
“Will we do this again?”
Derek snorts. “We haven’t even done it properly this time, Stiles.”
“No, I mean, a-after this, will you want to do this again with me?” His voice
is shaky and he hates himself for being one of those guys that needs to
knowthese things even though he also knows that it’s going to hurt him.
Derek’s face clears and Stiles knows that it’s not a good sign and he gets
ready to say something witty – but nothing’s coming to him and he thinks he
might hyperventilate right now and wouldn’t that be a great end to something
like this?
“Stiles,” Derek says and his chest rumbles against Stiles’ stomach and Stiles
gasps. “Stiles, I want to – do this now and again – later. Tomorrow. The day
after. Whenever you want.”
Godand that does it for Stiles especially because of the hitches in Derek’s
voice as he admits that and Stiles thrusts his hips upward against Derek’s
stomach because he’s hard again and Derek smirks down at him and locks their
lips together briefly before kneeling back up.
He has the lotion in his hand again and he places a lot on his hand and then
fists that hand against his cock and Stiles chokes as he watches Derek slick
himself up and he spreads his legs more open and braces himself for what’s
going to happen next.
“You good?” Derek asks once he’s close to Stiles again and has his cock lined
up with Stiles’ hole.
“Yup,” Stiles nods vigorously. “Yup, totally, completely good, just do it.”
And Derek braces his fist against his cockhead as he slides it against Stiles’
hole and watches Stiles’ face closely as he presses his thumb against the head
and pushes his hips forwards – and he’s in – and pushes a little bit more – and
Stiles arches his back and Derek fucks everything to hell in his mind before
thrusting all the way inand then he stills completely on top of Stiles, careful
not to press his entire body on the boy.
Stiles is –
Actually, Stiles isn’t.
Because this cannot possibly be happening because Derek Hale cannot be actually
inside of him,stretching him so goodand breathing heavily against his neck and
just in this moment with him and this isn’t really happening.
Stiles isn’t one to have weird sex dreams…well, not all the time anyway, and
this can’t be a dream because it’s just so real and explicit and Stiles is sure
he’s not going to be waking up anytime soon.
And Stiles is sure he’s making ridiculously embarrassing noises right now but
he can’t care because did he mention that Derek Hale is inside himand something
about a mate and Scott’s going to crazy tomorrow when he finds out what Stiles
has just done. Is doing. Is getting done to him. Godthis is so much better than
Twilight.
“Derek, freaking move, like, right now.” Stiles moans seconds later because the
uncomfortable feeling isn’t going to pass unless the dick inside him starts
moving and that means Derek needs to start moving and Stiles isn’t sure why
he’s not because hell Stiles is the virgin here.
“Just – one second – “ Derek’s voice is utterly wrecked and Stiles totally does
not gurgle in his throat at that because how fucking long has it been for
Derek, anyway? When could he have gotten laid between biting teenagers and
running a pack and then looking for the runaways of his pack and figuring out
all of the problems haunting Beacon Hills – well, not all, Stiles knows he does
some of the work, too, but he doesn’t want to brag –
And then there’s a pull inside him that makes Stiles stop thinking as Derek
grunts and withdraws his cock and then thrusts back in and Stiles has to groan
and grab Derek’s shoulders as he moves inside him –
And Stiles tries his best to move his hips along with Derek’s movements because
in the one video of gay porn he ever watched the bottom guy did like thrust his
hips up with the top’s movements and he wants this to be good and like normal
sex, but Derek huffs a little laugh against his cheek and then kisses Stiles
again and takes complete control of the situation.
One hand slips behind Stiles to his tailbone, where he presses against it to
arch Stiles’ body a little and this makes their bodies all the more closer so
that Stiles’ dick is rubbing against Derek’s abs so goodand then there’s a
flurry of movement as Derek hastens his pace and he’s just fucking into Stiles
without abandon –
And Stiles’ mouth falls open a little at the sensations around him and inside
him and he knows he’s making noises and Derek is still kissing him somehow and
Stiles is twisting his hips however he can best to keep the pressure on his
cock and –
Derek settles his weight further on Stiles and Stiles thinks he may have a
problem now because having someone lay on top of him during this feels so
amazing and he wants it all the time, again, forever – and moves the hand that
isn’t trapped beneath Stiles and the bed between their stomach and around
Stiles’ cock and squeezes and pumps it as much as he can, all the while
alternating between hard, deep thrusts and soft rolls of his hips inside Stiles
–
Before Stiles is coming again, blindly grasping for Derek as Derek croons
something encouraging in his ear and there’s just white and sound and silence
and everything and nothing all at once and Stiles can just think that maybe
this is how it’s supposed to be always and Derek did say something about that,
didn’t he, how he wanted to do this again and Stiles is definitely up for that,
hell, he could get it up if Derek spanked him or something, that’s how bad this
thing is –
And then when he comes back to, Derek is slumped completely on him, and Stiles
knows that Derek’s come, too, and they’re both breathing so hard but both
thankfully breathing, and Stiles puts his arms around Derek and Derek presses
the hand on Stiles’ lower back inwards and the pressure’s amazing and Stiles
rolls his hips forward and Derek moans.
The embrace is kept for many minutes as they both try to catch their breaths.
“Am I heavy?” Derek eventually asks and his voice is slightly muffled by
Stiles’ chest.
Stiles shakes his head. “No, I kind of like it.”
Derek huffs and nods his head. “Of course you do.”
And then – something occurs to Stiles – something that he read once and
promptly tried to forget forever because dogs are innocent, amazing, cute
creatures and they so do not do that –
“Why – why are you still in me?” He asks and tries not to sound panicked.
Derek grunts. “Too tired to pull out.”
“But you – you can pull out, right?”
Derek lifts his head and frowns up at Stiles. “Of course I can. Why?”
Stiles blushes furiously and mumbles.
“What?” Derek asks, looking more confused by the second.
“Can you…you know…knot?”
And Derek’s totally still, like, statue still and looks like a deer caught in
headlights and Stiles has no idea what to expect and who’s he to go comparing
werewolves and dogs, like, honestly –
“Yeah,” Derek croaks, then swallows and holds himself up by his elbows. “Yeah,
I can. Only if you want.”
And oh my god Stiles totally knew it, that is so weird and fucked up but
probably awesome at the same time and he doeswant to try it but definitely not
right now and not exactly like this.
“Where do you even find out this stuff?” Derek shakes his head and looks
completely confused, which makes Stiles laugh.
“The internet is a weird and wonderful place, my friend.”
Derek grunts again and then looks down between their bodies.
He kisses Stiles deeply and then pulls out while Stiles is distracted, but
Stiles still hitches up and moans at the feeling.
“Oh my god, we actually just did that.”
Derek kneels up and then lies down next to Stiles and closes his eyes. Stiles
watches him with a stupid grin on his face that he can’t wish away.
“Yes, we did. You’re not a virgin anymore, and not on the target list of any
ritualistic killers. Happy?”
“You forgot that I’m also apparently matedto an alpha. But I suppose that
willtake some getting used to. What is that even like? What do we even do?”
“Right now, we sleep.” Derek mutters and he’s probably exhausted, the poor
baby, because he did allthe work and didn’t have two orgasms knocked out of
him, but Stiles lets him go.
He does push Derek’s shoulder to make him move and help him cover them with the
blankets, and once under, Derek takes control by moving Stiles onto his side
and spooning him from behind.
“Jesus, are you always going to be like this? Will I ever get to top?” Stiles
asks, and he’s pretty close to sleep, as well, but he says that just anyway.
“Whatever you want.”
And Stiles totally does not dream of topping on Derek Hale one day.
And even though he wakes up with a boner at 5 AM and Derek’s mouth already busy
working on it, something that he never could have dreamed of, Stiles is content
to accept it and grip Derek’s hair, because he’s one to milk even the worst
situations.
Not that this is an ultimately badsituation.
Just unexpected.
And Stiles knows to sometimes accept whatever life gives him with just the
right amount of hesitation until he realises that it’s a pretty good deal.
And this, thisthing with Derek moaning and swallowing around Stiles’ cock and
frying Stiles’ brain cells – it’s, like, definitely a pretty good deal.
End Notes
     Definitely wasn't intended to be this long but whatever. Where
     there's porn, there's no problem. Not beta-read and my editing is
     iffy at best so if you picked up any mistakes, just pretend they're
     not there. Or tell me and I'll begrudgingly fix them. Thank you!
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